Y/N likes to think everything had gone back to normal after that
dreadful morning. Harry hasn’t touched the subject, and he seems to be doing
fine. She likes to think everything is okay, maybe he was just having an
unpleasant day and there’s no point at even asking about it and upsetting him
all over again. But she can’t erase the image of his body racking with sobs,
eyes pleading and repentant.
She wants to be able to get past it, but her mind keeps going
back to how she’d cried silently while he was in the shower. How every minute
that passed, sat alone on his couch, all she could think about was that there
was a possibility that when Harry came out, he would tell her that he couldn’t
anymore. He’d break her heart with words of ‘still wanna be your friend. We can still be best friends, like we
were b'fo’.’ But it wouldn’t be like before.
She wants her mind to forget his gasps of ’m'sorry, love. M'so so sorry.’ But
it’s like they’re forever etched into her brain. And every time she looks at
his sleeping body next to her in the morning, it’s all she hears, those words.
So no, everything is back to normal in terms of appearances, but
she’s been having an inner battle with herself that hasn’t let her sleep at
It’s been about two months or so since Harry’s breakdown.
They’ve kept to their daily routine; breakfast, work, the occasional surprise
lunches, and dinner among other things; but they don’t talk about it. And it’s
like when she tries, Harry diverts the conversation to how thrilled he is to
start Dunkirk promo, and of course Y/N can’t press the subject when Harry’s got
a wide smile on his face, happy to recount and retell moments on set.
And though she still couldn’t forget about it, she’d enjoyed breaking
routine, especially for the beautiful scenery that was a wedding in Hawaii.
Harry had been a ray of sunshine. He had introduced Y/N to the few amounts of
people that hadn’t met her yet. Some of them were interested enough to ask how
Harry, a lad who didn’t often engage in proper relationships, had managed to
pull such a beautiful lass. Y/N admits she’d gone a light shade of red at the
comment, never one to confidently accept compliments, and Harry just wouldn’t
shut up about her after that. Not until Y/N playfully slapped his arm after
he’d brought up how she’d made him think she was going out with some other
bloke, blatantly lying to him to his face.
He’d played about with a sweet little girl who’d taken a liking
to him, boop'ing her nose and faking having tripped over something when she
was chasing him, letting her tag him only for her to end up trapped in his
arms. And she loved seeing him so content.
She loved the short stories everyone had to tell about a too
drunk Harry who cuddled anyone from a friend, to a plant
he thought was a friend.
She can’t deny that she’d loved that he was showing her off too.
Especially when his friends would make a comment about how whipped he was,
which only made him smile wider as he kissed her hand (and she’d squirmed and
giggled because his stubble did tickle some).
It’s safe to say that by the end of that trip, everyone and
anyone who’d watched Harry mindlessly kiss Y/N’s temple, arm slung around her
shoulder whilst talking with his friends, were convinced they were it for each
She had never really attended a wedding with him before either.
And she realised that there was something about getting to see him in that
setting that had her wanting exactly that for them one day.
So one can only imagine Y/N’s excitement when Pixie’s invitation
arrived. She’d jumped at the idea of going to Spain, and being Y/N, Harry
couldn’t deny her that.
And now here they are. Watching the sun set over beautiful
waters; rays of orange and yellow and blue adorning the sky.
It doesn’t take much to convince Harry for a picture. All she
really had to is smile at him and he was putty in her hands.
“Wanna look sexy."
"Harry! Just, show me those pearly whites."
"Jus’ take the picture, love.” He’s adamant.
“Harry.” Her tone monotonous, a hand at her hip like
it as she glared at him, a smile playing at her lips.
“Wanna look cool, babe.” He chuckles.
She rolls her eyes, huffing jokingly and holding the phone up
And though he’s not exactly smiling, Y/N can’t think of a better
way it could’ve come out.
Today is nothing short of a fairy tale for Y/N. Her arms around
Harry’s necks. And Harry’s hands on her waist, swaying to none other than
“Song Bird.” He takes to whispering the lyrics to her ear, and he can
feel Y/N’s smile widen when she buries her head in his neck.
Harry likes to think he’s a good dancer, even though he tries to
abstain from any. But with Y/N, it’s different. He’d only halfheartedly tugged
his hand back from hers when she’d tried to pull him up and off his seat, smile
much too sweet to actually deny her of a slow dance. And although usually he
has to have some amount of alcohol in his system to confidently show any of his
moves off on the dance floor, Y/N has him spinning her around gracefully.
When the song nears the end, Harry gives her waist a squeeze
before pulling away and taking her face in his hands, firmly pressing his lips
to hers in hopes he could convey and express every ounce of love he was for her
in that small gesture.
“Ye’ look beautiful, pet,” he whispers, lips grazing
hers, pouting just the slightest for them to meet in a chaste kiss,
“always look beautiful.”
“You’re too much,” she giggles, fingers wrapped around
Harry can only press another kiss to her mouth, too drunk on
love to care about anyone watching.
Harry and Y/N are sat back at their table now. He’d groped at
her hip and plopped her on his lap after the ninth song when Y/N began to
complain about her feet hurting from walking around all day in heels. He’d
moved her hair to fall over her shoulder and kissed across her back and at the
exposed flesh of her neck. They stay like that for a while until he pats the
side of her thigh, at which point she moves to her own seat. Silently, he
gestures for her to lift her legs, and then grabs her ankles and brings her
feet to lay on top of his lap. One by one he unstraps and slips off her heals
and proceeds to dig his thumbs into the dip of her foot, alternating between
the two. And Y/N can’t help but look at how her boyfriend’s brows furrow in
concentration, the tip of his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips as
he works to ease the tension in the muscles. She hums at the touch, Harry
smiling in accomplishment, and squeals when he starts tickling.
“Went from a whipped friend to a whipped boyfriend! S'a
step up Harold!” Grimmy pats his friend’s back, a lopsided smirk with a
clear intent to insult plastered in his face.
And it’s certainly not helping that he’s helping her strap her
heels back on. But again, he doesn’t mind being whipped.
It wasn’t the first time tonite that he’d made the remark either.
He’d made it a game actually. The first was while they were conversing with
Lou. Grimmy had cheekily strolled past them with a smirk and whisper of ‘whipped’. The second, Y/N was at the
fruit bar helping herself to a plate, and Harry kept feeding bits into her mouth
as she went about picking what she wanted. He’d offered to take her plate back
to the table while she reached for the cutlery, and though Grimmy might have
not meant for her to hear it, she still caught the faint ‘whipped’ directed at Harry. The third had been the most embarrassing,
at least for her. They had been chatting to an elderly couple, the husband
retelling of a vacation he’d surprised his wife with only to find out that
cruises weren’t her cup of tea when she wouldn’t come out of their suite
bathroom because even though it was smooth sailing, her tummy just couldn’t
handle it. At one point Harry had perfunctorily brought up their intertwined
hands and pecked at Y/N’s knuckles. Grimmy had, yet again, silently walked up
behind them and sing-songed ‘whi-hipped’,
at which point Y/N swung her arm around, overestimating her aim, and socked him
where she thought would have been his shoulder but was really his neck. Harry
had doubled over in laughter at that. Even the wife whose eyes had gone wide
couldn’t hold back. After that, Grimmy didn’t bother him any, only playfully
shot her a glare when their eyes met.
“Nice t’ see ye’ too, ass.”
Despite his comment, Grimmy leans down to press a kiss to Y/N’s
cheek. “I’ll take tha’ as an invitation t'sit down with m'favourite
"Grimmy’s just jealous he’s got no one to rub their
feet." Was it childish that Y/N stuck her tongue out at him? Maybe
so, but that’s how their friendship works.
"Oh no sweets. Even if I did m'not touching anyone’s stinky
feet.” Dry humour’s always been Grimmy’s specialty.
“Ye’ really are a catch mate,” Harry jabs, taking a
swig from his water bottle.
Grimmy narrows his eyes, “s'tha’ the same outfit ye’ were
wearing not even two weeks ago, 'arry?”
“Heyyyy!” Y/N chimes, scolding Grimmy with the
sternest face she could pull, “s'my favourite suit of his.”
“Yeh, s'her favourite suit of mine,” Harry mocks. And
they all laugh.
After that, any intention Y/N had of staying sober went out the
window the second Grimmy came up with the brilliant idea of a game where they’d
have to take a shot every time George kissed Pixie.
You’d think she’d turn it down after the last time she’d gotten
sloshed and the fact she’d vowed to take it easy when she did decide to drink.
But Grimmy had called her a ninny because ‘s’okay if ye’ can’t handle ye’ liquor, babe.’ And
even if she couldn’t, which she thinks they both know he’ll probably end up the
winner, she’s certainly not gonna give him the satisfaction of not even trying.
But now, looking back at it, 6 shots in and already feeling it,
Y/N really should’ve known better, should’ve thought before hastily agreeing.
Of course the bride and the groom are expected to share kisses various times
throughout the night at their wedding party. And it was so like Grimmy to
demand they kiss every ten minutes, Harry laughing and nodding his head in
amusement, or disapproval, Y/N’s not entirely sure at this point.
But she does have to admit she’s having a grand time dancing to
“The Time of My Life.” Harry dancing circles around her with his arms
up, mouthing along and shoulder shrugging to the beat, an immense smile on his
perfect face. She throws her head back in amusement, laughing lively.
She secretly thanks the heavens that Harry isn’t partaking in
any drinking, choosing to stick to water, allowing her to use him as leverage
whenever she begins to stumble.
“Okay, think she’s had enough, Grim,” the comment
comes when Grimmy tries to hand Y/N another drink, only for Harry to take it
himself and set it at the edge of the round table, away from Y/N who’s got her
head on his shoulder and is beginning to fully lean into him from
“Oh, poo, you’re no fun.” He sticks his tongue out at
his sober friend before excusing himself when it’s announced that it’s time for
“Feeling a'right, pet?” His thumb rubs circles on her
palm where their hands clasp atop his thigh.
“Hmm.” Her hooded eyes open a tad slighter when she feels
his lips press a kiss to her head before pressing his cheek against her hair.
"Yeah. Need to use the bathroom though."
"C'mon, then.” He takes her hand into his, careful in
helping her up, his free hand at the small of her back to steady her.
“M'fine, babe.” She smoothes out the wrinkles on the
skirt of her dress and grabs her purse from the table.
“Ye’ sure? Don’ mind going with ye’."
"I’ll be fine.” And the giggle emitting from her mouth
when she pecks at his exposed chest can’t be any more endearing. He watches her
walk past tables of guests, a breath of relief to see she’s good on her feet
despite the amount of alcohol she’s consumed.
He sits back down, singlehandedly undoing another button on his
shirt as he brings his arm to rest on the back of the chair Y/N was just
Harry never thought he’d be seeing her face again. It took him a
while to control his paranoia, his hyperactive mind conjuring up what he
thought to be every possible scenario in which Y/N finds out about what he did.
But not this one.
It catches him completely off guard, his body stiffening at the
sight. What throws him off even more is when she spots him and begins making
her way to him.
The closer she gets, the farther he wants to get away.
“Didn’t think I’d be seeing you again.” Her voice
sends shivers down his spine. She’s looking at him with…desire? It’s all
unappealing if he’s being honest. It feels like she’s trying to lure him in,
the way her eyebrow is raised, eyes a bit squinty as she struts closer. He’s
making it clear he’s uncomfortable, and if she realizes this, she doesn’t show
it, and it doesn’t halt her either.
How was he to know she was a childhood friend of the groom? He’d
never seen her at gatherings before that unfaithful night, but in retrospect,
he too is guilty of going an endless amount of time without talking to his
childhood friends. Harry thinks this is the universe’s way of punishing him for
not coming clean.
His brows furrow in concern. Y/N will be back any second and
he’s sure she’ll ask who this woman standing before him is. And it could go one
of two ways.
Harry can introduce her as a friend, but that’d be betraying Y/N
on a whole other level. Introducing the woman he slept with to his girlfriend.
But he can’t do that. He won’t.
Or. Or what if this woman has the audacity to bring it up. What
if Y/N finds out in the worst way possible.
His hands are sweating in his pockets, body tense.
“Left so early that morning. Didn’t even stay for
breakfast.” The smug look on her face has Harry’s tummy twisting, and he
really wants to slap her hand away the second her fingers make contact with the
fabric of his suit, fingers running over at the lapel.
And he should stop her right there, but his throat is dry and
he’s afraid the second he opens it to add how much of a mistake it was and that
he has a girlfriend, is the moment Y/N over hears the conversation.
“You’re a good fuck, you know. Best I’ve ever
He knows she’s trying to get a response out of him, anything
that might assure her that he’d had a good time too.
But he’s not able to get anything out when he notices her stare
trail behind him.
"Harry.” Her voice just above a whisper, the sound of
heels clicking against the ground growing closer.
Requested: #30. “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” & #39. “It’s taking everything that I’ve got to not fuck you right here, right now.” From the prompt list. Thanks for requesting! x
Today was the day of the official Dunkirk Premiere. Harry had been buzzing all week, talking about how excited he was for Y/N to finally be able to watch him in action.
“Yeh almost ready, sweetheart?” He calls from downstairs, pacing around the room as the nerves start to build up.
“Give me a second, just touching up my make-up!” Harry sighed at your response, shaking his head slightly before taking a seat on your shared sofa.
Ten minutes had past and you still hadn’t come down, “Darling, we’re going to be- wow.” He sucked in a breath once you came into view. You wore a long, silky red dress that had a slit on the left side, exposing from the top of your thigh to the bottom on your feet. Your hair was perfectly curled as you made you way down the stairs.
“You best close that mouth of yours, don’t want to be eating any flies now do we?” You chuckle, placing a kiss to his cheek before grabbing your bag.
“Yeh look incredible.” He finally says once you both reach the elevator, his hand finding it’s way around your waist, pulling you closer to his side before dipping his head down, “It’s takin’ everything that I’ve got to not fuck yeh right here, right now.” His voice raspy as his warm breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.
“Keep it together, H.” You smile up through your eyelashes. The elevator doors finally open, allowing the both of you to enter. It was silent at first, both of you didn’t know what to say, secret glances were shared as the both of you remained still.
“Fuck it.” He grunts, pushing you forcefully back onto the elevator walls, you let out a huff before his lips attacked yours, his tongue immediately roams your mouth, your arms wrapping themselves around his neck. His hands trailing down your body, taking in every curve before landing on your exposed thigh, his cold rings against your skin was enough to leave you dripping. The familiar sound of the bell, indicating that you were on the ground floor, chimed through your ears. You both split, you quickly fix up your hair before the two doors open once again.
“We’ll finish that tonight, yeah?” He winks, wrapping his arm around your waist.
Hey guys!! This imagine was requested where Y/N has nipple piercings!! As always, comment, give feedback, and ask questions! But most of all enjoy!!
It was nearing midnight, an old Drake song was reverberating
through the air, and you were drunk.
You were holed up in Harry’s London flat in one of his black
sheer tops, a bralette peeking through, with your favorite jeans on; a flute of
champagne was set on the coffee table next to you, and you were sitting on the
carpet across from Harry, both of you locked in an intense question game.
You bit at your bottom lip, tasting the bubbly liquid on its
plump surface before narrowing your eyes and thinking of a question that you
genuinely wanted to know the answer to.
“Favorite memory?” You finally asked before reaching for
your champagne to take a sip, eyeing your best friend from over the brim. You watched carefully as Harry’s face turned
pensive, his green eyes becoming clouded with thought.
“Mmmm… good question, love.
To be honest, I have so many great memories….” He hummed as he brought a
hand up to rustle his short hair.
“I’m not gonna let you off the hook. Come on Styles,” you teased, giggling lightly
when he made a face at you.
“Probably when mum married Robin. Seeing her so happy. I often think about the joy on her face, and
I use it kind of as a reference point…. I ‘ve been able to put that look on her
face a couple of times before,” Harry nodded his head lightly, the green of his
eyes becoming light as he told you.
You immediately smiled at Harry, feeling your heart
lighten. He was just so pure and genuine;
a true gentleman. You didn’t know why
you thought he would say some memory with his old band, but you found that the
one he told you was so much more him. He
was a family man in its truest form and it was no secret that he absolutely
loved and adored Anne; you weren’t surprised by his answer.
Stuck in your
thoughts, you caught yourself staring at him, at the way he smiled softly to
himself causing his dimples to appear lightly and the way in which he crinkled
his nose after messing with his hair.
You quickly looked away and grabbed the glass again to take a long sip
of the bubbly liquid, finding that it made your head lighter.
Harry reached for his beer bottle before taking a long swig
of the brown liquid, no doubt thinking of a question. You fixed him with a tipsy smile, your mind
swimming as you watched Harry’s adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He was quite tipsy himself and you felt a
blush flower across your cheeks as Harry set down the beer bottle before darting
out his tongue to collect the excess liquid on his lips.
“Your turn,” you prompted, your voice coming out light and
“Let’s see, poppet,” Harry scratched at the corner of his
mouth with his thumb, a small smirk appearing on his lips.
“Favorite member of One Direction?” Harry grinned as he
tried to hold back his laughter, his green eyes dancing impishly.
You rolled your eyes, giggling under your breath before
adjusting Harry’s sheer top, letting one side fall off your shoulder.
“Definitely Niall,” you said, your tone and face
serious. You watched amused as Harry’s
eyes bulged slightly and his mouth parted in surprise.
You laughed, covering your open mouth with your small hand.
“You shouldn’t ask those type of questions, Haz. You know how much I love to mess with you,”
Harry eyed you carefully before shaking his head, chuckling
slightly. You watched as he took another
long pull from his bottle, grimacing slightly at the sharp taste.
The song changed to an old Rolling Stones ballad, and Harry
nodded his head lightly to the opening notes.
His eyes were becoming more and more clouded by the drink that was in
his hands, and his smile was broadening with every sip.
“Ok, Haz… are you going to grow back your hair?” You asked
lightly, your mind fuzzy and your lips moving slowly.
“Of course. Although
I do quite like the short hair.. getting used to it. But, I look better with the long hair,
innit?” Harry grew thoughtful causing
you to laugh. He was just so adorable
with his furrowed brows and confused expression.
“I like your long hair better,” you confessed, reaching for
your flute of champagne to finish it off.
Harry watched you as you swallowed it down. “You want another?”
“How many glasses have I had?” You asked, trying to remember
but not able to.
“I think you finished your third, love…” Harry pursed his
lips in thought.
“Oh goodness,” you giggled lightly before shaking your head
slowly. “I probably shouldn’t.”
Harry simply shrugged at you before bringing the bottle up
to his lips again and taking a pull of it.
“Ok, Y/N… Let’s see,” he hummed thoughtfully as he drew a
hand through his hair. “One secret that
you never want your parents to know,” he gave you his infamous grin, his eyes
You immediately began to blush from underneath your dark
skin and you smiled sheepishly.
“Well…” you cleared your throat softly before looking around
the room, your head spinning lightly. “I
sort of have some piercings…” you bit at your lip lightly, eyeing Harry as his
face grew pensive and his eyes roved around the room.
“Okkkkkkk….” Harry drew out his response as he scratched at
“As in like, nipple piercings……..” you whispered as softly
as you could.
“I’m sorry?” Harry leaned forward towards you, his face
alight with wonder; not sure if what he heard was correct.
“Nipple piercings,” you giggled, somewhat embarrassed.
“Jesus, poppet,” Harry’s voice deepened with an emotion that
didn’t register in your drunken state.
“Yeaa,” you said sheepishly, feeling your face warm. You pushed a few curls behind your ear,
before bringing up your eyes to meet Harry’s.
His eyes were wide with awe and his lips were curled up in a soft smile,
his dimples popping. He shook his head
“That’s mental, Y/N.
I’ve known you for years and yet somehow I didn’t know my best friend has
nipple piercings,” Harry admonished, his tone serious.
“It was a secret. I
got them done my freshman year of college,” you rolled your eyes. “Everyone was doing it and I thought they
looked cute…” you smiled at the memory.
You watched lazily as Harry’s eyes shifted down to his sheer
top, and the bralette underneath.
“Are the piercings in now?”
You nodded slowly, your mind lagging from the amount of
champagne you had consumed.
There looked to be a question on the tip of Harry’s tongue,
and you waited a beat to see if he would ask it; however, he merely shook his
head in disbelief before taking a large swig of his beer, tipping his head back
to finish the bottle.
“You wanna see?” You
questioned softly, your voice barely covering the music playing in the
Harry immediately snapped his head back to face you, and his
eyes took in your calm face, roving over your dark eyes to see if you were
serious before his green orbs fell down to your lips, waiting to see if you
would say that you were just joking.
It took him a second before he nodded slowly, his face
turning a slight pink.
“Only if you’re comfortable though, love,” his speech was
slightly slurred and the British tilt to his words warmed something deep inside
You nodded slowly at him and you found yourself smiling when
you caught a grin making its way across his face. “Ok,” you whispered before unbuttoning the
sheer top all the way. The air was warm
around you and you ran a hand down your tummy, it was flat, but you still had
love handles. You quickly looked up at
Harry again; he was entranced with your face, watching you; no doubt unsure if
he should look at you yet.
With a slight breath in, you quickly took off your bralette;
it was your favorite one, burgundy in color that complimented your brown skin
nicely. You sat up straight, bare in
front of Harry, the metal of the piercings softly shining in the dim lights.
You heard Harry breathe shallowly and you raised your head
to eye him carefully. He was biting at
his lips, his eyes trained on your nipples, his breathing ragged.
You took in a deep breath before huffing it out, looking
down at your breasts. They were of ample
size, and the cool metal of the piercings accentuated the darker brown of your
nipples nicely. You tenderly brushed a
finger over the nipple before cupping your breasts in your hands; they were
perky but you still pulled them up a bit so that Harry could see better.
“Jesus Christ,” Harry muttered causing you to look up at
him. His expression was slightly pained
and his chest was heaving up and down.
There was something in his eyes that caused you to shift a bit from your
position on the floor.
You watched as Harry brought out his tongue to dab at the
corner of his mouth, and you blushed when he cleared his throat and looked away
from your chest reluctantly.
“What have, um, your boyfriends thought of them?” Harry’s voice came out rough and low as he
You brought your hands back to your sides, your bralette and
Harry’s shirt thrown carelessly next to you. You chuckled lightly, your mind so
fuzzy that you weren’t fully comprehending that you had no shirt or bra on.
“Well I’ve only had one boyfriend since getting them done….
Remember Bryan?” You watched as Harry nodded, his hand coming up to tug lightly
at his short hair. You cocked your head
when you noticed that his hands had a slight tremor to them.
“Well… he really liked them,” you whispered before biting at
your bottom lip, wondering why your body was growing hot.
“I’ll be honest with you, poppet. They’re sexy as hell,”
Harry grunted out. Hearing the rasp of
his voice caused you to bring your arms around to cover yourself. Your body was beginning to respond to his
words and the tone of his voice, and even in your drunken state you knew that
you were passing a crucial point of friendship.
“Thank you, Haz,” you fixed him with a crooked smile.
“I just wish you wouldn’t hide from me,” Harry nodded to
your arms that were covering your chest.
“I won’t bite unless you want me to,” Harry continued with a drunken
“Are you hitting on me, Styles?” You giggled as you shook
your head, feeling your curls swish around your shoulders.
“Possibly,” he shrugged, his eyes still dark. He licked his lips quickly, causing you to
“But yea so that’s my secret,” you said, your voice light.
“I have another question, my love…”
“Yea?” You swallowed.
“Did Bryan ever suck on them?”
“Excuse me?” You were
completely flustered. You knew Harry was
only being bold because he was so drunk, but it still caught you off guard.
You watched as Harry scooted over closer to you until his
crossed knees were touching your own.
You could smell the heady scent of him, and the alcohol on his
breath. His face was mere inches from
your own and you could see the genuine curiosity splayed on his face.
You watched, frozen, as he leaned into you, placing one hand
on your crossed arms, the other he placed on the apple of your cheek, caressing
it softly. Your breathing hitched and
you watched as he gave you a crooked grin, his right dimple appearing.
“Poppet, I know you heard me…” he taunted you, his voice
deep and smooth. You breathed in a
staggered breath, the musky scent of Harry invading your senses and leaving you
in a stupor.
“I-I, Harry,” you whimpered quietly, your eyes locked on
his. You were entranced as his emerald
eyes darkened and your breath hitched once more when they hardened.
“Did he suck on them, Y/N?”
Harry asked you again, his voice soft.
You nodded, your stomach beginning to tingle and when Harry
pulled softly at your arms, you gave no resistance, simply allowing him to see
Before you could stop him, Harry moved your hair back from
your neck. He then immediately attached
his mouth onto the side of it, right below your ear. An involuntary moan worked its way from your
mouth at the warmness of his mouth and his wet tongue as he tongued small
circles into your neck.
“Harry,” you breathed heavily. He pulled back to blow lightly onto your neck
and you jumped slightly before feeling a tingling sensation just below your
“I won’t suck on you, Y/N.
Because then I’ll want to do more,” Harry whispered into your ear. You closed your eyes and surrendered to the
feeling residing low in your belly and when he placed a chaste kiss underneath
your ear once more, you whimpered.
“Poppet,” Harry’s said drunkenly, “tomorrow when we’re both
sober, we’re going to have a serious conversation….. This was the last straw; I
need to have you as my girl.” Harry
“We’re not in our right minds, but I’ve wanted to be with
you for a long time now. Are you
listening, my love?”
You nodded fervently, his words seeming to slice through the
drunken stupor that you were in.
Harry then reluctantly pulled away from you to grab his
sheer top. He lazily helped you put it
“Wait my bralette..” you said drunkenly.
“No, love. You don’t
need it. I wanna see your piercings some
more,” Harry told you earnestly.
Once the shirt was on Harry stood up before pulling you up
which took a couple of tries because you were unsteady on your feet.
“Let me walk you to the guest bedroom…” Harry murmured
softly, his voice still gruff.
“Carry me, please,” you demanded with a pout. Harry rolled his eyes playfully before
grabbing you slowly to pick you up bridal style. You giggled slightly as he walked down the
hall, his path shaky and curved.
“We’re so drunk, Haz….” You laughed aloud. Before he could respond, he tripped over his
feet and the two of you came tumbling down.
You grunted as you fell on top of Harry.
A long beat passed before you broke out into laughter. “Are you okay?” You asked between chuckles.
“Owwwww,” Harry whined from underneath you.
“Shutup Harry; you’re fine.” You rolled your eyes with a
grin before looking down into Harry’s eyes.
There were some flecks of gold in them, and you smiled at the softness
Before you could stop yourself, you lowered your face down
on his and captured his lips with your own.
He tasted of strong beer, but his lips were still impeccably soft. You felt as he brought his hand up to grasp
the back of your neck, holding you against him.
You licked at his bottom lip before you smiled into him.
You didn’t know if it was because you were inebriated or if
it was because you had been harboring feelings for him for so long, but you
felt buoyed, completely afloat. And as
you deepened the kiss, you knew you couldn’t wait until the next day.
This is a One Shot about Harry being your best friend and falling asleep on top of you. Unfortunately, that’s the exact time your friend decides to talk about how obvious it is that you have feelings for each other.
As you lay there, legs openly spread. Your fingers rubbing circles around your heat as he sits in the chair opposite the bed, his bottom lip becoming swollen from the pressure of him bitting down so hard.
“Such a naughty girl.” He says lowly, letting out small grunts as your fingers find their way inside of you.
“Only for you, Daddy.” Both of your eyes widen at the words that fell from your lips. You have never called him that before but you knew from the way his emerald eyes showed a hint of darkness that it wasn’t such a bad thing.
“The fuck did you just call me?” His voice loud as he walks over to the bed, crawling towards you, his body now hovering over yours.
“It’s just slipped out I didn’t-“
“Say it again.” He orders, this sudden dominant side of Harry was sending you over the edge.
“Only for you, Daddy.” You say once again, Only this time you were pinned down by the throat, Harry’s thumb gliding over your bottom lip before pushing itself past your teeth, you look him in the eye before sucking gently cause a ‘pop’ sound when his thumb returns to your lips.
“Oh my god.” His voice cracking, “You’re the only person who has made me cum without touching me.”
Just imagine waking up to this one on a beautiful morning, light little snores coming from his mouth, looking so comfortable and he would have a small smile on his lips and would sleep talk some weird stuff.
Requested: 48. “She’s still alive, she has to be.” From the prompt list, thank you for requesting! x
Gun shots were becoming louder by the time Harry’s body hit the water. The cold temperature immediately making it harder to breathe.
“Y/N!” He shouts, his head turning in every direction in attempt to find his wife, “Fuckin’ ‘ell, baby, where are you?” He tried to call as loud as he could but the temperature of the water was slowly taking away his voice.
“Grab my hand.” a stranger shouts from a boat that had come to rescue.
“Have you seen my wife, Y/N? she’s a nurse, she has too be on here, right?” Harry says once a blanket is wrapped around his shaking body.
“I haven’t seen any nurses aboard yet, I’m sorry.” He gives a sympathetic nod before walking away to help another soldier.
“Have you seen this woman?” He would ask strangers the same question, holding up a photograph of her, only to receive the same answer.
letting out a sigh, he takes a seat upon the front of the ship, the wind blowing through his short hair as he looks out into the distance, he was going home but not with the person he left with. He felt guilty for allowing Y/N to pursue her career as a nurse, if he had of known this was going to happen he wouldn’t have allowed for her to step foot on the previous ship.
“She’s still alive, she has to be.” He whispered to himself, a single tear falling from his cheeks, “Stay strong, my love, I’ll find you.”