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Overhearing a confession

Hi! First, I wanted to thank everyone who takes the time to read my One Shots. It makes me so happy! :) 

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. 

Picture is not mine, I found it in the depths of Tumblr. 

It would be accurate to say that Harry was exhausted. Filming a movie taking place during world war 2 had really began to take it’s tool on his strength - physically as well as mentally. When him and the band had first started to think about taking a break, he hadn’t imagined feeling more emotionally drained than when he was touring. But then again, becoming an actor had been more something than he’d stumbled upon and not something he had planned.

When it was announced that filming wouldn’t be continued for two weeks, Harry was quick to decide that going home would do him good. He bought a plane ticket and the same evening he was back in my tiny apartment in England. I had been very surprised at his sudden appearance, given that I hadn’t heard from him for a few days and when I did, he had always claimed that he couldn’t wait to go back to America. But instead of his sunny porch in LA, he stood on my doorstep in ever rainy London. After ushering him in, Harry apologized profoundly for interrupting my quiet night in with my friend Mary, but unaware to him, seeing him had been all that was missing to make me happy.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I’d assured, stopping his ramble with one finger raised, “Perfectly fine, actually. I’m always happy to have you here, you know that.”

What he couldn’t have known was that when my eyes had found his, my heart had speed up and beat so fast I’d feared it’d jump straight out my chest and to his feet. Self-consciousness crept up on me and I wished I would’ve worn something more flattering than thin leggings and a white t-shirt adorning my torso. I wasn’t even wearing a proper bra but a simple black bralette I’d gotten for £7. Luckily Mary was quick to step in and invited Harry to join the two of us for a glass of wine on the couch.

As soon as I’d settled down comfortably, Harry moved closer and lay down beside me to rest his head in my lap. His face was nestled against my stomach and my body tensed upon feeling his warm breath against my thinly clothed skin. My friend’s raised eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed by me, but I couldn’t be bothered. It wasn’t unusual for Harry and me to cuddle and to be genuinely more comfortable with each other than other friends were, but normally no one else was around to whom it could’ve looked odd.
Harry didn’t care about that though. All he cared about was how at ease he felt since he had entered my apartment. He sighed in content when I carefully laid a blanked over him and his arms around my waist squeezed me gently after I loosely placed my own arm over his shoulders. Harry didn’t engage much in the conversation Mary and I carried and after feeling the rhythm of his warm breath slow, I knew he had fallen asleep.

Me and Mary still sat with each other, talking quietly. At some point I subconsciously began stroking my fingers through Harry’s smooth hair. It still felt strange to touch the soft strands and have them end so close to where they began, but I loved it either way, long or short. My hand gently caressed his cheek every now and again and I smiled upon remembering how nervous he had been when he had first revealed the newly short haircut. There hadn’t been any reason though. Harry was effortlessly beautiful. He always was, as well as was so warm, soft, gentle and kind. Mary knew of my feelings for Harry and smiled when she noticed my hesitant touches to his face.

“You do know that he fancies you, right?” she asked. “At least as much as you do him.”

I looked up at her with a small smile and shook my head. “Don’t make fun of me, Mary.”

“I’m being serious,” she assured, “He looks at you and his face lights up. When he has news, you’re the first person he calls. Filming is interrupted, yet he doesn’t go to his family or to his home in LA. He comes to you. Those are pretty obvious signs, honey.”

I quickly shushed her when her voice rose slightly. “Why does the time you find fit to have this conversation when he’s right here?”

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, he’s asleep. You’re just trying to escape this conversation, as you always do.”

I shook my head and focused my attention back on Harry. His forehead was wrinkled and I gently smoothed it with my thumb. His pink lips were slightly open and I admired how his long eyelashes rested on his soft cheeks. He looked vulnerable and innocent. My heart swelled at the sight and I could practically feel myself fall even more in love with him. All I wanted was to cuddle him and shield him form any harm.

“You love him,” Mary continued in a cooing voice.

“Pst!” I scolded and shot her a glare. “He’s right here, for crying out loud! Are you trying to ruin my friendship with him?”

She threw her arms up and sighed dramatically.

“I’m sitting here, observing two people completely unaware of how smitten the other person is with them and you expect me to just keep my mouth shut?”

“What I expect is that you don’t take the piss out of my feelings for him. Feelings I’m sure he doesn’t return,” I muttered harshly and focused my gaze back on his flushed cheeks. “He told me about some model from Spain he was thinking about going out with,” I admitted quietly. “He wants someone he can sleep with for a while and go on crazy adventures with, without her getting her hopes up. And that’s not me. He just has to look at me from across a room and my hopes shoot up into the sky.”

Mary giggled and shook her head. “You would sleep with him, though.”

“Shut up.”

“I think you don’t quite realize how he sees you,” she continued in a more serious manner. “Maybe you should just tell him and see how it goes. It could be worth it.”

My hair shielded my vision when I shook my head and I quickly pushed it back. Harry’s grip around me had slightly tightened and I shifted to adjust myself.

“No way I’d risk loosing him with a weak attempt at getting him to want me, Mary. I’d rather be stuck by his side as a friend than not be with him at all.”

“Well,” she took a long sip of her wine glass, “the fact remains that his head is in your lap and nobody else’s.”

I giggled and urged my heart to stop jumping so badly. With his face pressed against me I feared the sound could wake him from his slumber.

While we quietly conversed some more, my fingers found their way back into Harry’s hair, from there to his neck and from there to his shoulder. His peaceful expression brought me joy and set me at ease. Harry released a long sigh and cuddled closer to me. He even moved his legs up to completely rest in a fetus position.

“I’m gonna get going,” Mary decided as she got up and I moved to do the same, but she quickly stopped me. “Don’t. Stay like that. It’d make a lovely picture. One that you could send everyone as a christmas card when you celebrate as a couple for the first time.”

“Text me when you get home safe,” I asked her quietly, ignoring her comment and she nodded. She waved one more time before she left the room and shortly after I could hear the front door shut.
I sighed in content and focused my vision back on Harry. With him cuddling me like that I could almost pretend that he loved me. That he was mine and had returned to me because his heart had ached from our separation as much as mine had. My fingers were in the middle of drawing a pattern against his temple when Harry suddenly pursed his lips and blew out air. I shrieked at the tickling feeling and tried to move away, but his arms held me still and he continued his playful torture, only stopping to laugh.

“Harry,” I cried and pushed at his head. “Please stop!”

He didn’t move away though and I felt like a bucket of ice water had been dropped over my head when I felt his lips press against my tummy in a kiss. Or maybe it was steaming hot water.

“I thought you were asleep,” I stuttered and he moved into a sitting position next to me. My lap felt cold and empty already.

“I wasn’t really,” he shrugged, a smile gracing his lips. “Just enjoying a snuggle and hearing the newest gossip.”

My rapidly jumping heart jumped straight down to the very pit of my stomach while all the blood shot up to my cheeks. Harry still looked at me with a confident and wide smile, his eyes sparkling and my brain went through every possible scenario of how I could possibly talk my way out of this. He couldn’t have heard what Mary and I had discussed, right?

“Did you get some rest?” I asked and he frowned. “Are you hungry?”

I moved to get up but was stopped by his hands reaching forward and clasping my wrists.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“To fetch you something to eat,” I answered and freed my wrists from his hold.

“I don’t want anything to eat. Come here.”

He sat up straighter and opened his arms. Though part of me wanted to leave the room and hide from his suspicious gaze, I had never been able to resist him. My still burning face was buried where his neck met his shoulder and I inhaled his familiar scent. Harry sighed and wrapped both arms around me, pulling me up so I was sitting in his lap.

“You have no idea how much I missed you, Y/N,” he whispered against the shell of my ear before pressing several kisses to my cheek. “I hate being away from you.”

Not as much as I hate being away from you, I thought, but decided to only answer by pressing myself closer to him. Harry moved his hands down and cupped my thighs before wrapping both of them around his waist. A harsh breath escaped my lips at this sudden closeness and when I felt him press more kisses to the skin of my shoulder, moving up to my neck. I shuddered. He knew. He was always cuddly and affectionate, but he might as well have kissed me on the lips and taken me to bed. He acted as if he was about to.

“Stop it,” I muttered and pressed my hands against his chest.

“What’s wrong?”

He stayed sat but his eyes followed me when I stood up in front of him and I cleared my throat.

“What is it that you were just doing?” I asked, my voice quivering. “You heard me and Mary’s conversation, didn’t you?”

Harry swallowed hard, but continued to smile, not looking guilty at all. “Yes, I did.”

I didn’t give my stomach time to knot itself and continued to speak. “And now you think that just because I have feelings for you, I’m going to share your bed?”

“What?” Harry seemed surprised at my sudden accusation. “No, of course I don’t think that.”

“You were practically kissing me!” I almost shouted.

Harry reached up to smoothen his messed up hair and got to his feet too, the smile had been replaced with a serious frown on his face.

“Y/N,” he spoke, reaching for my hands, “You don’t have to be scared, okay?”

His green eyes stared into mine and the grip on my hands tightened in a gentle squeeze. The black cross on his knuckles stood out against the pale skin.  "I love you.“

I shook my head in denial. If I allowed myself to believe him now, it’d hurt more later when he was done with me. I had watched him parade his lovers around one too many times and wasn’t willing to suffer the same end as they had. Always pushed away and to the side by him.

"Don’t say that.”

“Oh, I’m going to say it many more times, because it’s true.”

He reached up and gently caressed my cheek. “I love you and I know that you don’t believe that I mean it and that you think I’m just looking for something easy and meaningless, but I’m not.”

“You said you were,” I protested. Wasn’t that the reason why I had laid awake so many nights, thinking about what girl he was with for that night? Because he had said that he wanted to have an easy and no strings attached kind of relationship with someone who didn’t even understand his mind or care for his heart?

“Only because I was certain that I could never have you,” he swore. “When you are all I ever wanted.”

My breath hitched in my throat when he moved closer, both hands resting against my jaw and neck now. His lips looked impossibly soft and inviting and I had to bite my own in order to restrain myself from kissing them. He seemed to feel the undeniable pull between us, too, because his breath was uneven.

“Please,” he muttered, “Please let me.”

A nod from me was all he needed to lean forward and close the distance between us. His lips pressed against my mouth, feeling every curve. He moved them slowly but in a way it felt like he wanted to mesmerize every detail about my mouth. My breathing got irregular and I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him down and closer to me. A low moan escaped his throat and my entire body froze, but his roaming warm hands eased my tense muscles and soon I melted into him. One hand fisted his hair, the other moved to hold him by his cheek. When I felt him smile and pulling away, my head instantly followed in search for another kiss. The laugh died in his throat when I pressed another needy kiss to his full lips, one that he returned willingly. His hands gripped my hips and he squeezed the bare skin there. When I did finally allow him to break the kiss his face had transformed into an even bigger smile than the one that had graced his features earlier.

“Does that mean you’ll go out with me sometime?” he asked, his voice husky.

My brain still had it’s doubts, but my heart couldn’t be more confident. This man in front of me, this insanely handsome and good person had owned my heart for longer than I cared to think about. He was my best friend and though I didn’t know how we would transform our friendship into a relationship yet, after kissing him all those doubts seemed to have been thrown right out the window.

“I’ll think about it,” I giggled and cuddled myself closer against his chest. He rolled his eyes with a playful huff before connection our lips once more. After kissing some more he moved his head and pressed several pecks down my neck and to my shoulder. 

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” I confessed before I could stop myself. I felt his lips stretch into a smile and my heart squeezed in relief. He squeezed me tightly and nodded. 

“That sounds like something I’d like very much.” 

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you like it and as always, feedback and requests are always very welcome. :) 

Reunited feels (Harry Styles)

Hello there beautiful people. I am back!!! I’ve got a couple requests and thought I should make them happen. I got a bit carried away and short blurb turned into a long story that I might make a second part to (which would be filled with a lot of smut… I mean a lot…)

It was suggested by this lovely lady and I hope you like it. ;)

“ Hi! My name is Alyssa and I was wondering if you could write an imagine where Harry is on tour and you miss him so you decide to surprise him and go visit him on tour? Thank you so much! xoxo!! “

So…. Let me know if you want a second part and send me some requests dirty or fluffy and I’ll try to make them happy. I’m in a mood of a little bit of Harry. 

Love - G

Masterlist here


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Being in a relationship with Harry wasn’t easy, it came in a package deal. You loved him more than anything else in the world but having the career he does came with some down sides. Especially right now. 


You were getting ready to go to your friends wedding but unfortunately Harry was on the other side of the world working on their tour. You put a beautiful long dress and some matching heels. As you were all set and ready you decided to call him before they go on stage. 


“Hey beautiful, I miss you. I’m sorry I can’t be there with you. I know you’ll have fun.” - hearing his voice was like a huge wave of emotions. Maybe calling him was not the best idea ever as you felt even more alone. 


“Hi I miss you too. Of course I’ll have fun, all my friends are going to be there. I’m just sad I won’t be able to show how hot my boyfriend is to everyone” - you tried to act fine. 


“Oh don’t worry love. I think the whole world knows I am yours and you are mine… I have to go now. I’ll give you a call after the show. okay?” - you could hear voices behind him calling everybody on stage. 


“Love you, have a great show”

“Love you too, make sure nobody steals you away from me”

“Never” - and with that you got up, looked at yourself one last time and left the apartment.

The wedding was absolutely beautiful. Everything was surrounded by white flowers and fairy lights across the sky. You sat at a table with your girlfriends and were having a blast. You cried when one of of your best friends actually got married and needed Harry at that moment. But after a couple of glasses of champagne the emotions kind of faded away. You were sincerely having fun with a smile from one ear to another.

You left the wedding after midnight and walked into your dark apartment. And then it hit you…

All the love you’ve seen all day and all the glasses of champagne made you crave Harry. He didn’t call you as he promised and you weren’t worried about that. Your relationship was easy in that way. You didn’t need to know exactly were both of you were. You trusted each other more than anything in the world.

But you just needed him to hold you right this moment. You needed Harry to survive. But unfortunately he was only coming back home in a month and four days. That is way too long for you to wait. You needed him.

All the alcohol made you a little bit dizzy. You took your heels of the second you walked into the apartment and took your dress off as you walked into the bedroom to change. There was no point in wearing clothes as you were completely alone so you opted for one of Harry’s shirts which once again was not the best idea at this stage.

Only one thought was running through your mind and it was Harry.  You were never the clingy one, neither was Harry. Don’t get it wrong you were completed in love with each other and one touch from Harry could heal anything. But you knew he needed to be away to do what he loves and you couldn’t come with him as you were going strong with your own career. Everything was great and you both were usually quite good at managing this long distance thing. But there were moments…

When you couldn’t think about anything else, move or breath without his name on your mind. It was like he was your air. Everything in your apartment reminded of him. His crazy shoes that you sometimes hated and made fun off, his laptop on the couch, which reminded you of those days when he would write songs and make that cute focused face, his shampoo in the shower, that you casually used to make your hair smell like Harry. And the worst one, your bed, in which you’ve spent all those love filled nights, it didn’t matter if it was filled with sweaty sex, when you finally were together and the only thought going through your minds was how to make it last, or the naked cuddles, when you could feel every inch of his body attached to yours, and your hearts beating together.

And now as you laid in that bed, it was killing you not to have Harry’s arms around you. You just couldn’t function. You quickly turned the bed light on and got out of bed, just to realize how drunk you were as everything went white for a moment. You wobbled downstairs to pick his laptop up and brought it back with you to bed. This was a moment of weakness and you knew it. You immediately searched for the next flight which will leave tomorrow evening, and bought it. That was it.

Next day when you were all packed and ready to set of you realized Harry doesn’t know it yet. You are going to see him just a long flight away. Maybe it was a good idea to let him know so he doesn’t have any plans as you are ready to feel every part of his body melting into yours. You aren’t going to share Harry.

You tried ringing him three times and no answer. You left him a quick message and left the apartment.

“I miss you”

You got onto the plane and got ready to suffer a long flight with a prize at the end that’s worth millions of these stupid flights. You quickly drifted off to sleep as your hangover was taking all your energy away and you will definitely need all the energy in the world to do everything with Harry that’s been running through your mind.

You woke up as the plane was landing and felt much better and ready to finally see him.

As you sat down into a taxi you realized that you don’t know where to go. You quickly remembered Harry mentioning the name of those fancy hotels they usually stay. With the hope of finding him there you drove off. You quickly searched for your phone and turned it on when you realized that Harry might have called you back. And you were right.

There were five missed calls from Harry and a couple of messages. With a smile on your face you read them all.

“I miss you pet, please call me. I need to hear your voice”

“Hey kitten, are you alright? Can you please call me I’m a bit worried?”

“Y/N I haven’t heard from you in a day please call me back I’m very worried now”

You stopped reading and immediately found his number.

“Hey pretty boy”- you said when he answered the phone, with a grin on your face that you only wish he could see.

“Hey kitten, you didn’t call me back, I was worried. Are you alright?” - the innocents and relief on his voice just made you wanted to scream out his name.

“Yeah sorry love, I was a bit busy at work. What are you up to now?” - you asked him as you needed to know his plans to surprise him.

“We are just heading back to the hotel now. Baby, I really miss you… Like really…I need you…” - you felt your stomach roll over three times inside.

“I know Harry, I miss you too and you have no idea how badly I need you. We will be together soon”

“Not soon enough” - his voice was so beautiful you just wanted to reach him through the phone and kiss those lips that travelled every inch of your body.

“We will see each other in a blink of an eye. I promise… I have to go now I’ll talk to you later.” - you quickly said your goodbyes as you realized you’ve arrived at the hotel.

You entered the hall of the beautiful hotel they were staying. As you reached the reception you felt your body start to fill up with nervousness.

“Hello, miss can I help you?” - the lovely lady asked you as she saw you standing all confused, lost and awkward.

“Hi.. um.. I am looking for Harry Styles, he is staying in this hotel.”

“Yes, he is staying here but I am afraid I can’t let you up as he is currently out and due to security reasons I cant’t show you his room without permission. But feel free to wait him out, they should be arriving soon” - she gave you a smile and you felt like one of those fan girls that find where the boys are staying. You thanked the lady and headed straight to the bar to sooth the shivers going down your body.

As you were drinking a cocktail you heard a lot of movement happening in the hotel lobby just meters away from you. And then you saw him. Your body froze and you tightened your hold around the glass. You were finally in the same country, same city, same room as him and the only thing you wanted is to run up to him but you felt frozen. You didn’t move as they reached the desk and security walked with the boys to their rooms but Harry still stood there talking to the lady that helped you out. The confusion on his face was absolutely beautiful. He didn’t have a clue you’re here and  ready to show him how much you missed him. Harry turned around and your eyes met. Those green eyes were staring down at you sitting all alone at the bar. He quickly thanked the lady and walked up to you not losing eye contact. You felt your body float into the air and accidental moan left your lips.

“I can definitely say I was not expecting this, but it could be one of the best surprises of my life” - he said quietly as he stood in front of you, his hands on your legs and that stupid smile that did wonders to your body.  

“We will see if it’s the best after tonight. I got a couple surprises for you” - the grin on your face said it all. His touch on your body was making your knees weak, hell no, your whole body weak and you were thanking gods that you sat down.

“Oh do you now? Well I think I’ll just have to cancel all the plans for tonight and find them out?” - he was running his hands on your legs a bit too close to your aching center to do this in public.

“Are you going to invite me up or are we going to sit here all night?” - you couldn’t wait anymore, it felt like centuries since you last touched him and having him right there was working on your nerves.

“Someone is eager” - he gave you his hand as you hopped off the chair. he picked your bags up and walked attached to your side. You both smiled at the lady behind the desk, as if to say this guest is more than welcome to stay.

Your heart was beating a bit too quickly for Harry not to notice. As you stood leaning on him with his hand around your waist in the elevator you looked up at him just to find out he is completely focused on your face.

“I told you we will see each other soon” - you said breaking the silence and you felt his hand tighten around you.

“You are very sneaky kitten. But I can’t complain, I really needed you… And from your heart beats I can tell you are pretty glad yourself to see me.” - that grin… oh no… You both knew at this point how this night is going to end, and non of you said a word of complaint. You looked down to hide the blush creeping up on your face.

You finally arrived to his floor and walked to his room. You stood behind him as he opened the doors and you walked in with your bags. The second you heard the door closing you were pushed against the wall by his body.

“Now kitten… I think not telling me was a very bad idea. You got me all worried and scared. That was not nice.” - he was using that voice again. That voice that could tell you to do anything and you would without even a blink of an eye. The amount of nights that started off with this voice….You opened your mouth to say something but froze as his lips quickly attached to yours without even a warning. You completely melted into it. Everything you wanted, everything you needed all this time is finally here. He broke it off when he felt you dozing off with no air in your lungs.

“And I might need to punish you for this unless you can make it up with the surprises you’ve got for me now kitten…” - in two seconds flat you were once again ruined by Harry. You knew tonight is going to be something to remember and you were looking forward to every second of it.

(Let me know if you want part two)

Notting Hill (New H Imagine Teaser)

Who doesn’t love a little bit of fun ;) Enjoy my loves.

Just after one in the afternoon, Harry makes a call to management similar to one he had made a couple weeks ago. They were awfully kind to him in this situation, leaving your boyfriend to be slightly suspicious of their motives. But he learned not to question the good things from them just yet.

“Alright, okay. We’ll be sending out Oliver in several minutes. We’ll send a text.”

Oliver is the doppelganger of his whom they would hire for when Harry needed to get from place to place discreetly. His look-alike doesn’t even come close to fooling fans, but takes paps away with just enough time for the real Styles to do what requires of him.

This time, Harry is taking a very important trip to the jewellers to pick up something that would hopefully be yours soon. If you allowed it to be.

“What took you so long?” He questions after entering the car of his sister, who is ten minutes later than the agreed meeting time.

“Sorry! There was an accident a few miles down the road on top of the streets being cluttered with tourists so some cars were taking a horrendous amount of time moving.” Gemma replies, pulling out of his driveway and onto the street. Carpooling also gave them a bit of an edge, considering news photographers wouldn’t search for her car.

“Oh.” He frowns. “Was anyone hurt?”

“I don’t think so, thank God. Just a bit of a fender bender probably.”

En route to the jewellery store, Gemma goes into detail about the events of last night. Her “problem” was definitely not a real one, but in their eyes a good way to get you out of the restaurant and Harry alone with your parents to ask.

“I could feel she was a bit upset about having to leave everyone, and I mean naturally I felt a bit bad about lying to her but it was for a good cause right?”

Harry hums in reply, half into the story, half into picking a proper song for the car ride there. Give him the aux cord and he’s going to have a world of fun.

“It was a bit funny actually, she couldn’t remember much of what we wrote until I started hinting at what was probably needed for fun, jeez if I had actually lost that paper, I’d be properly screwed.” Gemma laughs and Harry chortles.

“She probably had food on her mind rather than your work.”

She rolls her eyes. “I gave her some curry from that tandoori place down the road from my flat and she was feeling a bit better after that.”

“Oliver’s apparently gone out now and some paps have found ‘em, so we’ve got just a bit of time before they realise.” Harry informs his sister as they park in front of the store. Unfortunately for him the paps are getting smarter and smarter nowadays with figuring out what’s what, which makes him sneaking around a sprinkle more difficult each time.

The siblings wait in the shop for a moment before their frontman comes up and offers his service.

“Hi, erm, yeah, I’m here to pick up a ring.”

It never faded

Harry imagine where he turns up at your door after you guys broke up. I really hope you guys will like this imagine and that you’ll set aside the time to read it. :)
A lot of fluff and emotions ahead, no mature content aside from some harsh words.

Again, picture is not mine. Some beautiful member of the internet blessed us with it.

It had been two weeks since I had last seen Harry and one week since he had last tried to call me. Our break up had been a messy one, filled with screaming and crying. Words were shouted neither of us could ever truly mean and when I had finally cried that I wanted our relationship to be over, Harry was just as surprised as I was. And yet I didn’t take it back. And he didn’t try to stop me. I somewhat calmly went upstairs, packed the few belongings I had at brought to his place, and left without a word of goodbye.

I traveled back to my hometown and moved in with my old flatmate. She still owned the same apartment I had lived in when Harry had first come around and swept me off my feet. After dating for two months I agreed to go to London with him, which now I knew had been a mistake. Moving in with someone after knowing them for so short had not been a smart move. Literally.
Soon what had once been a loving relationship turned into two people trying to adjust to each other’s lifestyles and utterly failing at it. After his band got back on the road, it was like I was in a relationship with a ghost. The distance felt unbearable and with time differences and crappy internet connection, not even the few skype calls that we made could change that.

I wasn’t any happier being away from him now, but I comforted myself with the thought that at least I didn’t have to try and pretend to be anymore. After sulking in bed for a week, mourning my failed relationship, I was ready to move on. I still loved Harry with everything I had, truly. But after ignoring the first few voice messages of him sobbing into his phone I received messages of him lulling how glad he was that I had finally fucked off, how much better he was doing, that it would be as easy as counting to three to find a new girl to take my place.
It hurt of course, but if he was fine without me than why shouldn’t I be alright without him?

“Is it okay if I leave you alone tonight?” my flatmate Kylie asked standing in the doorway.

“Sure, why wouldn’t it be?” I responded, folding the shirt I was currently holding.

“You’ve been crying on a daily basis when all of a sudden you just stopped all together. It’s not normal. I’m kind of waiting for you to snap and explode or something.”

“What would seem normal to you then?” I asked with a laugh.

She jokingly tapped her finger to her chin. “Maybe you begging me to go egg his fancy ass house.”

“Not gonna happen,” I giggled while shaking my head. “But seriously, I’m alright. And I’ll survive a night without you hovering over me like a mother hen.”

Kylie threw her head back at that and laughed: “So it’s okay for the mother hen to go out for the night?”

“Of course it is,” I assured.

“You’re sure? I can stay if-”

“I’m sure,” I interrupted. “Just because my world ended doesn’t mean yours has to as well.”

She rolled her eyes. “Shit like that’s what makes me worry about you.”

“I’m joking,” I protested..

“Only half heartily.”

She gave me another long look before grinning confidently. “How hot do I look?”

“Very,” I complimented. “Your date is going to struggle keeping it in his pants tonight.”

“Great, that’s the look I was going for.”

After she left I decided to treat myself a little and make some popcorn. Once settled on our couch I pressed the play button on the telly and soon found an action movie I hadn’t seen in a long time. All in all, I felt pretty good about myself.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. The sky had long turned dark and one look at my phone told me that it was almost 11pm. Who was ringing people’s doorbells at this time?
It was unlikely that Kylie had forgotten her key and she would’ve told me if she had invited someone over, right? I reached for a fork that was laying on our coffee table after lunch which would weakly serve me as a weapon before my feet carried me hesitantly to the door. It only took one quick peek through the keyhole for me to pull the door open.

I had spend the last weeks forcing myself not to think about him until it had come to the point where his face was almost a blur in my mind. Looking at him now I couldn’t understand how that could’ve possibly happen. How could I ever forget how beautiful he was? His big but delicate hands, his strong, muscular arms and broad shoulders. His neck, who’s skin I knew was so warm after kissing it multiple times. The shape of his face, blessed with cheekbones to die for. And his brown, full curls, shorter than I remembered them, but just as soft looking. The gentle pink of his kissable lips and lastly his eyes. Those mesmerizing, enchanting, green eyes.

I was too stunned to say something. He had often laughed and blushed when I confessed how his looks took my breath away, but I hadn’t been kidding. My brain was too shocked to form a proper sentence. So instead I took a second look at him. And that changed my entire view.

His eyes were bloodshot, muting the green and held a unmistakable sadness. His eyelids looked twice their size as they were swollen and the skin beneath his eye resembled black shadows. His lips were bitten, dry and not half as full as I could’ve sworn they used to be when I kissed them. The curls hung in a mess, falling barley far enough to cover his frowned forehead. His face seemed more narrow and the veins on his neck were more visible than usually. His shoulders slacked, his arms hang limply by his sides and his knuckles were blue from bruising.

My breath hitched at how transformed he looked. Not at all like the man I had left behind.

“Harry?” I asked, my voice nothing above whimper. Given the transition he had gone through, I truly felt like I had to ask if it was really him.

“Y/N”, he croaked out and that was it.

I opened my arms and he practically fell into them. Harry shamelessly sobbed into my shoulder, wetting my flannel as I gently combed my fingers through his hair. My nails slightly scratched the skin of his neck, but it did little to calm him down.

“What happened?” I whispered. “Harry? What’s wrong, my love? Are you hurt?”

He didn’t answer, instead his sobs increased and I moved my arms to his shoulders, trying to loosen his hold to check if he was injured. When he didn’t budge I sighed and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His skin felt so cold.

“Come on. Let me get you inside. You’re freezing.”

Finally he allowed me to carefully pull away from him and take hold of his hands, pulling him inside. I lead him to the small living room and sat him down on the couch, getting into a kneeling position in front of him. Normally he would joke about how I could have “at least bought him dinner first”, but right now there was nothing even remotely sexual to my position. I rested my hands on his thighs, moving them in soothing circles.

“Harry, please tell me what happened.”

All I got as response was a shake of his head and more tears falling from his eyes. I didn’t know what to do. I was supposed to hate him, like I somehow had only hours ago. But now with him crying in front of me I couldn’t help but forget everything instantly and just want to care for him, hide him away and be the shield between him and whatever it had been that had hurt him so badly. There was something about Harry that had me want to bundle him up in a blanked whenever I saw him even remotely upset.

“Harry, please try to calm down,” I begged when he hiccuped. “I can’t stand seeing you like this. I’ll go and get you a cup of tea, alright? It’ll warm you up and ease you a little. Please, in the meantime try to relax. Okay?”

He sniffed loudly and then nodded. I got up and went to the kitchen. The water couldn’t boil fast enough and I nervously tapped my fingers on the sink. When it finally did, I quickly filled two cups and walked back. Harry obviously hadn’t calmed down. I suppressed a sigh as I placed the two cups on the coffee table and sat down next to my ex boyfriend.

“What can I do to make it better?” I asked quietly. “Tell me, please. I’m loosing my mind, seeing you this way.”

“Everything”, he started, voice so thin I almost missed it. “Everything is wrong, Y/N.”

He looked up and his eyes met mine, knocking every remaining ounce of anger still in me right on out.

“Come here”, I whispered and pulled him against me again. “I don’t want to push you,” I mumbled softly and I felt him shake his head in a nod. Goosebumps rose on my skin upon feeling his sobs against my chest. “We won’t speak right now. Let me turn on the TV and you can take your time to calm down. Maybe sleep a little. You look like you haven’t in days, my love. And when you wake up and feel more rested, we can look into making whatever got you upset go away, alright?”

“You’re letting me stay?” he murmured, avoiding my eyes. His voice broke halfway through the sentence.

Was I? The rational part of my brain screamed at me not to. But my heart had already found it’s familiar place where it had spent the last few months; right in his hands.

“Pass me the remote.”

We watched a movie in silence, neither of us paying much attention. Harry’s sobs lessened after a while and at some point we moved from our sitting position into me lying on my back and Harry laying half on top of me, his arms wrapped around my waist tightly. I stroke his hair and rested my cheek against his forehead. Though it felt like we were making a mistake, my heart squeezed almost painfully when he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of my cheek. I felt like every cell in my body awakened from a long sleep and I couldn’t deny how good it felt to have his body heat keeping me warm, instead of a blanket. Halfway through the film I could hear him snore quietly.

I must’ve fallen asleep too because a loud “I’m back!” call ripped me out of unconsciousness. My hand instantly moved to Harry’s neck and I was relieved when I found that he hadn’t woken up.

“I’m in here”, I murmured, hoping Kylie would hear me.

“I must tell you about what happened when I- Wait,” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the man lying on top of me. My cheeks burned and I tried to avoid her gaze.

She cleared her throat. “Tell me this isn’t what’s his face, but some hot dude you hooked up with to get over him.”

I gave her an awkward smile. “I would if it were true.”

“Y/N!” she yelled and I winced, covering Harry’s ear that wasn’t pressed against my collarbones. “What is he doing here? Why did you even let him inside this house?”

“Shh, please, you’re gonna wake him up.”

“So?” she exclaimed, not lowering her voice, “He’s the asshole over whom you have been bawling your eyes out and now what? He just shows up at your door? Really? Has he realized what big of a prick he is? What the hell, he’s such a-”

“Please don’t do this right now,” I interrupted her and shifted uncomfortably under her stare, “He showed up as a complete mess, what was I supposed to do? Nothing’s forgiven but how could I turn him away? Please, give him a break.”

She huffed and shook her head. “I may refrain from killing him right now. But only because I’m wearing heels.”

“Thanks,” I whispered, lifting my hand to wound my fingers into his curls. He looked so peaceful when he slept. And so adorable. So utterly handsome.

“Don’t look at him like that,” my friend’s voice interrupted my staring.

“Look at him like what?”

“With those eyes that scream how in love with him you are.”

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “Not that you’ve seen what mine went like, how did your night go?”

She allowed me the change of subject with an eye roll. “I’ll give you the short version now and the long, funny one tomorrow. It was amazing.”

“I’m glad.”

“Yeah, me too.” She smiled. “Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Have a good snuggle then.”

“Yeah alright, good night.”

“Tomorrow it’s either you kicking him out, or me!” she called from the stairs. I shook my head and groaned quietly.

“She’s right, you know.”

I looked down to see Harry awake, moving awkwardly off of me and into a sitting position. I found myself wishing he wouldn’t have, missing his warmth already.

“How much of this did you hear?” I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach to keep from reaching out for him.

“Enough,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

I sat up too and scooted back to lean against the armrest and to put space between us.

“Harry-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”, he interrupted me. “I’m a piece of shit, I know that. I’m the biggest asshole walking this wor-”

“Stop, Harry, stop. You’re none of that.”

“Yeah, I am,” he contradicted me. “I don’t deserve your comfort just like you don’t deserve my burden. I- oh gosh I completely ruined your evening. Why do I always fuck everything up? I’m-”

“What happened?” I interrupted his rambling. “What did you mean when you said everything was wrong?”

He shrugged, brushing some strands out of his face.

“Everything built up I guess,” he sniffed and I hoped he wouldn’t cry again. It took all I had not to brush the remaining wetness from his tears off his cheeks.

“Breaking up with you was horrible, Y/N. Not a day passed without me regretting it so much my heart hurt. You could probably tell by my voice messages I left-”

“You mean the ones where you told me how much better off you were?”

“Shit,” Harry rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, “you must know that I didn’t mean that at all. That was the alcohol speaking.”

“You got drunk during the week?”

“What was I supposed to do with myself, knowing that you being gone was all my fault? I missed you so much, Y/N. I can’t even form the right words to explain how much it hurt to be without you.”

“I missed you, too, Harry”, I admitted and he gave me a small smile. “I don’t understand what happened to us.”

“I know it sounds lame but I was under so much stress and I wrongly took it all out on you. The pressure my job brings was just so much and though I love my family, they were constantly giving me a hard time about how I didn’t visit or call them often enough and that is true, but it still bugged me having to hear it all the time. I knew how unhappy I was making you by being gone all the time and that resulted into me feeling like crap.”

“Which then resulted into you behaving horrible around me.”

Harry bit his lip and nodded. “Pretty much. Like I said, I’m an asshole.”

“You’re not, baby,” I told him, looking away in embarrassment when the pet name slipped my lips. It didn’t go unnoticed by him and he cleared his throat. I was glad when he continued without addressing it.

“I just feel lost, Y/N. I don’t have a clue who I am anymore.”

“You’re Harry,” I whispered with a frown and in a bold move took his hand in mine. My thumbs gently caressed the back of his palms. “You are by far the best possible human being I know. A human, Harry. Though you seem to disagree, you actually don’t have to be perfect. It’s okay if you can’t deal with everything and endure all that pressure. The fault isn’t yours, it’s your job’s and your family’s attitude. You’re always so kind and so considerate with everybody’s feelings, I wish the world would give you some of it back.”

He squeezed my hands and his eyes shone with fresh tears. “See this is exactly why I had to see you. You always know the right words to mend me.”

A blush formed on my cheeks and I looked down at our fingers, intwined once again.

“But I don’t deserve it,” Harry continued. “I don’t deserve you. Y/N I’m so sorry about everything I said that night and in those stupid voice messages I left you. You have to believe me that I would take it all back! I didn’t mean a single word I said and I am so pissed at myself for not stopping you from leaving. The image of you walking through that door and away from me has replayed in my mind and broken my heart so many times, you can’t even imagine.”

“Then why didn’t you fight for me?” I asked, swallowing down my own tears that tried to form in my eyes and spill onto my cheeks.

“I wanted to, baby,” he whispered, putting my heart back into pieces by calling me that. “Believe me, I did. But I felt so awful, Y/N. I knew how unhappy I  made you and I didn’t want that for you anymore. Especially after you didn’t return any call I left. Not even the ones where I was crying. I thought you really must be done with me if you can even ignore those.”

“I was hurting, Harry. I needed time away from you to clear my head and when I was ready to talk about us all I got from was you rambling on about how much better your life was ever since I wasn’t part of it anymore.”

“I’m so sorry,” Harry shook his head and squeezed my hand. My body tensed when he reached up and stroke over my cheek with the back of his hand, the gesture used to be so common between us, but now he quickly let his hand fall back to his lap. “I’ve never been more of a mess than since you left. Asshole that I am, I thought that you were fine and wanted to let you know that I was too.”

“Oh, Harry… you’re such an idiot,” I breathed, “How could I be remotely happy without you by my side?”

“I hope you couldn’t,” he whispered, a shy smile gracing his lips. “I miss you.”

“I miss you so much.”

Harry slowly raised his arm again and gently cradled my cheek.

“Y/N, baby, do you think you could forgive me?” he asked quietly, “I know I messed up big time, but I promise you, I can do better and I will. I’ll make sure that I’m home more and that I’ll take the time to listen to you. I’d even learn how to use the bloody washing machine if that’s what it takes. Anything, but please, come back to me.”

I leaned into his hand and looked down, both of my hands holding his free one tightly, afraid he would disappear again if I didn’t. When I spoke, my voice hitched with happiness.

“If you ever say what you said to me that night again, I’m gone for good. I mean it.”

“I promise I won’t,” he swore, shaking his head. His mesmerizing eyes didn’t leave mine as he urged me to believe him. “I will never disappoint you like this again, I swear. I-”

Not needing to hear any more, I let go of his hand and grabbed his face, pressing my needy lips to his. I didn’t care how desperate I seemed, clinging on to him and particularly nestling myself onto his lap. Though I could feel his surprise, he immediately kissed back, just as urgently as I did. Oh, how I missed this. Feeling his warm and soft lips against mine, his tongue lick against my bottom lip, begging me to allow him in, which I of course granted. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that his lover lips felt slightly rougher than it normally had, but I didn’t care. Instead I deepened the kiss in hopes I could mend the torn skin. Harry’s hands held my waist, keeping me pressed against him. My heart felt like it would burst at any minute and my head was cloudy. Kissing him after missing his taste so badly resembled the feeling you get when you burst through the surface of water after having been under for too long. Though breathing wasn’t easy with his mouth pressed to mine, my lungs never felt fuller. Neither of us seemed ready to break the kiss and he moaned lowly when my clothed crotch rubbed against his. When we pulled away we were both smiling so wide our cheeks hurt.

“I love you,” I promised him. “That could’ve never faded away.”

“I love you, too” Harry assured, pressing a small kiss to my nose before pulling away again. “For alway.”

“That’s all I want,” I giggled happily and leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Harry hummed in content and cradled me tighter against his chest.

“Does that mean you’ll protect me when your friend tries to kick me out tomorrow?”

Hope you liked it! This is an imagine that I’ve had for a very long time and that I have rewritten a bunch of times. Feedback is welcome and so are requests! :)


Masterlist

And I Think I know Why 

- The one where he disrespects you when you take care of him on tour even though he’s ill.

Even When Your Demons Become Too Strong

- The one where he’s dangerous, but not around you

I Just Wish It Could Be the Way It Was Before, I Had No Idea

- The ones where you’re divorced and him and your daughter spend Christmas without you

You Might Be Scared Of the World, But That Doesn’t Mean I Love You Any Less

- The one where you have paranoia disorder

My Wonderful, Beautiful, Psychotic Girlfriend

- The one inspired by Stockholm Syndrome

I’ll Always Save You

- The one where he saves your life

He Treats Me Like His Fucking Problems

- The one where you commit suicide *trigger warning*

How Could She Know?

- The one where you’re blind

You’re So Strong, Baby

- The one where you’re involved in a car accident

As You Wish

- The one where you’re shy and he secretly draws you

I’m Sorry Marry Me

- The series where he won’t have sex with you

Lips Of An Angel

- The one where you call too late

Run

- The one where you save his life

I Can’t Do This If You Let Me Go

- The one where Niall is an over-protective older brother so you date behind his back

Don’t Leave

- The one where the power goes out



***** The rest of these imagines are under construction. They are in the process of being edited due to grammatical/spelling errors, and have been being written when I was a less experienced writer. The content will not change, and neither will the characters, however, there may be changes that vary from very slim to extreme. These will be done by the middle of the October month. Enjoy your stay *****



You’re His Sister and You’re Jealous Of Gemma

He Cheats  

He’s Getting Married, But Not To You  

Sex and Drugs   

There’s a Rumor Being Spread About You

You’re Sick

You’re Depressed 

He Falls In Love With You On Tour

He Keeps Your Relationship A Secret  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

You’re Raped *trigger warning*

First “I Love You”

You Attempt Suicide *trigger warning*

You’re Lonely 

He Only Like You For Sex 

You’re A MILF and He Gets Over-Possessive

You Have An Eating Disorder *trigger warning*

He Comes Back To You

He Says He Hates You

Your Best Friend Talks Negatively About Your Relationship With Him and Harry Overhears 

He Makes You Feel Insecure

He Masturbates To You

You’re Best Friends But End up Kissing

He Was Abused By His Ex Part 2

Management Makes You Breakup    

He’s Going To Propose, But Not To You  Part 2 Part 3   

The Fame Gets To His Head Part 2   

You’ve Never Had An Orgasm   

You’re Poor and He Doesn’t Know   

The Boys Tell Him To Breakup With You Part 2  

You’re Abused *trigger warning* Part 2  

You Have A Bad Sex Life With Him   -  *The original*

You’re Best Friends and He Tells You He Loves You Before Tour but Ignores You When He Comes Back  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  

Spaces

BSM: You’re In the Hospital For an Eating Disorder  

He Sends You Mixed Signals  

He Hurts You After A Fight Without Meaning To Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  

Masterlist!

Bolded Words= Additional parts to the one shot!

NOTE: All of my writing is fictional. I am simply using Harry for Physical Appearance that is it. Thank you.

Our Forever

#1 Fresh Faces and Some Panic

#2 Fun on the Green

#3 Just Cuddle Me

#4 Cloud Sightings & Ice Cream Days

#5 Can’t Take My Eyes Off You 

The Boxer *Completed*

#1 Fight Night

#2 Flashbacks & Run-In’s

#3 Warnings

#4 Unexpected

#5 Clubs Don’t Make Good Friends

#6 I’ll Hold Your Hand

#7 Come Workout

#8 It’s Just Three Words

#9 Let’s Crash

#10 We Are One

#11 In This Corner…

#12 We Move Lightly

Fight Me (Sequel to The Boxer) *On-Hold*

#1 I’m Right Here

#2 And It Begins

#3 Protective Instincts

#4 Reassurance

#5 Emotions

Moments (Fight Me Extra) 

Sugar Daddy *Completed*

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

You’ve Earned it (Sugar Daddy Extra)

Random/Requested One Shots

Protector (Part 2) (Part 3)

The Bad Boy (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Countdown 

Touch Me 

Fallen 

Lurking in the Dark 

The Billionaire 

Fallen in the Dark (Spin off to Fallen)

The Frat Boy 

The Pirate 

Our Infinity (Collaboration with sohhappily

Blurbs 

Billionaire Blurbs

Interviewer: Niall…Katy Perry or Taylor Swift?

1D:

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20.09.2015

The Billionaire (Harry Styles)

Harry Styles One Shot 

For previous One Shots

For the Billionaire Blurbs 

Requested: Yes

NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.

Warnings: Sexual content, mature content, language, and slight daddy kink. (If you are uncomfortable with any of the following please do not read. Thank you.)

You had grown use to the seemingly quite penthouse. There wasn’t much life about other then the staff and the five month old baby you were bouncing on your robe clad hip. Your sock covered feet sank into the carpet as you held her close. 

It was much too late for her to be up but she was having a rough night and wanted to be held as well as eat every hour.  Your daughter Amelia cooed as she rubbed her cheek against the black silk that adorned your body this evening. 

As she babbled contently you paced around your large bedroom. The lights above your head were lit dimply and the curtains that covered the window overlooking London were open wide. The view still took your breath away even to this day, though you’ve seen it every morning, afternoon, and evening for the past few months. 

Your daughters dark green eyes looked at the buildings and lights before her and her small hand touched the cold glass. She let out a small shriek from the cold but kept her hand there nonetheless.  

The city was alit and buzzing as you peered outside. The night was in full darkness down and the dark grey’s of the clouds and deep navy blues covered the sky as you waited for your husband to come home. 

You knew he had a rough day at work since he hadn’t called you back from earlier. Just this morning you could even feel the tension in his shoulders as you kissed the area. He had been more hard on the staff then usual earlier and that should have been your clue that things were tough for him.

If anything your husband was as hard a worker as they came. He ran his company like a tight ship and he took everything regarding it seriously. If he wasn’t structured the way he was he wouldn’t have the money or life he did today. He built S. Enterprise from the ground up and that was no small feat to laugh at. 

He was all business to everyone but you and the little angel in your arms. It was cliché to say that he was this kind and sweet man to you but it was utterly the truth. You were his queen and your daughter his little princess. 

‘No’ wasn’t installed in either of your vocabularies, nor was the thought of needing anything. All you had to do was bat your eyelashes, ask, or give him a kiss and whatever it was you wanted would be given to you. 

You lived the good life. Diamonds adorned your body, designer brands covered your figure, the car you drove embraced the status Harry brought along with him. Not to mention your last name was enough to catch a few eyes as well.  

A lifestyle is something that you have control over and you most certainly had control over this one. His wealth hadn’t changed you as you were still the same girl you were before you met him, now you just had more money.

He had billions of dollars to dote of both you and your daughter; at times it scared you how much money he had. He was simply a billionaire and the sky was the limit. 

Before you had come along he wasn’t content though he had all of this money he didn’t have anyone he could appreciate it with. But with you he changed.

The man had a private jet, cars of all types, and he would never have to worry about anything. Random vacations and a showering of gifts were normal for you and in honesty you loved it. Of course you hadn’t known about the money until after the two of you were serious but it was a nice bonus knowing you and your daughter would always be secure. 

Before you the staff had told you that before he had met you he was ice cold. He still was cold to them but that was the boss type of persona within him. With you he thawed and now he had someone to enjoy and to love. 

You could feel your daughter getting sleepy with each passing moment and soon she buried her face into your chest and let out a tiny sigh. You padded out of your room and moved Amelia to her room where you placed the sleepy baby in her crib. You ran your fingers over her soft skin and marveled at the sight of your darling daughter. You made sure she would be okay and turned on the gold fairy lights that lined the wall in front of her crib. You made sure the monitor was turned on as well before taking one last glance down at her. As she slid into the clutches of sleep your bare feet padded back over to your room where you lounged in bed and picked up your phone. 

You dialed the familiar number and soon you heard the voice you longed to hear all day. 

“Hi,” you murmured and you heard him sigh on the other end. You wanted him to be home so he could hold you tightly and tell you about his day. 

“Hi kitten.” Though his voice sounded strained but it softened a fraction as he spoke to you. 

“I haven’t heard from you all day… are you alright?” You asked and you heard shuffling on the other end. You could make out the faint typing on his end. 

“It’s been a long day. I’m leaving now though,” he told you and your heart picked up. Finally. 

“I’ll see you soon then?” You rolled onto your stomach and lifted your legs in the air and crossed your ankles. The softness of duvet caressed your palms as you rested one in front of yourself. 

“I’ll be home within the hour, wait up for me kitten?” His tone had lowered and had become deeper making you smile. Since it had been a rough day he would need to unwind and what better way to unwind then do so in you. 

“I’ll be up,” you said in a soft tone. You closed your eyes and you could just imagine the feeling of his fingertips running the soft skin of your stomach and the feeling of his hair against your inner thighs. 

The thoughts were just enough for you to make sure nothing was under the robe for when he came home…

~~~

You heard him before you saw him. His deep voice sounded off of the walls as he yelled at some person. You rolled your eyes and went to go find him; forever the business man he was. 

Before you took one look at the clock to see it was near midnight and he had just arrived. It brought you back to a time where it worried you that he came home so late. Your mind back then had thought of all the different types of scenarios of what he could be doing. 

He proved to be trustworthy and from the moment his eyes locked on yours they never wondered. He made you feel like you were the only person he had ever been with and he made true on his promise of making you his wife the day you took his last name. 

You followed the sound of his voice all the way to his office. The door was open so you peered in and saw him pacing back and fourth. You took a few steps in and when he noticed you he gave you a small smile and mouthed a ‘sorry.’ 

His body was clad in a black suit with a crisp suit. His curly locks pushed away from his face as his hands must have run through them the entire day. He looked rich and utterly fuckable standing there yelling. 

You walked over to his towering figure and wrapped your arms around him waist, looking up at him. His free arm wound around your waist and pulled you even closer to him. 

You placed your head on his chest as he continued to talk on the phone. Every now and again his grip on you would either tighten or loosen up depending on the topics broached.  

“Just do your fucking job. Pull a hostile takeover for all I care; I want the company.” He spat before hanging up. It still amazed you how he kept himself composed when dealing with things such as hostile takeovers and tricky clients. 

“I thought you’d be in bed.” He muttered as you broke away from him. His eyes ran up and down your body as the silk robe left nothing to the imagination. You could feel his eyes lingering in certain places longer then others as they caressed your anticipating form. 

“I told you I’d wait up didn’t I? I wanted to please daddy. ” You said as you smoothed the lapels of his suit. The crisp white shirt under his jacket was just slightly wrinkled but soon it would be covering you. 

“You did kitten, I am pleased.” He winked at you before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of his office. 

He dragged you into the bedroom and shut the door, locking it behind him. He turned around to face you and began to pull off his suit jacket. The black coat fell to floor as he advanced towards you.  

He backed you all the way up to the edge of your bed and you feel back, your hair a halo around you as you peered up at him. 

“What’s under the robe kitten?” He asked as he took the ties and fingered them. You could imagine his fingers in you and almost moaned at the thought. 

“Find out,” you said in a husky voice and he undid the ties slowly just to antagonize you. As he opened the sides you could tell he was happy that nothing would get in his way. 

The cold air made your nipples harden and perk up making his eyes travel right to your chest. His gaze was intimate as he brought his eyes back to yours. He took one step back from you and his hands loosened his tie. 

Once he got it off he threw it next to you on the bed and then started on his shirt. He was two buttons down when you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Your hand slid down your chest before your hand cupped your wet sex. You ran a finger down your slit before sliding it in yourself. Harry smirked above you and watched as he got undressed. 

You closed your eyes as you moaned at the feeling. Your other hand dropped down and began to rub small circles just above your clit. Your bit your lip and moved your fingers at a faster pace but soon your hands were knocked away. 

“You aren’t coming without me fucking in you,” Harry growled as he picked you up and placed you in the middle of the bed before getting on top of you. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your mouth to his. 

You noticed that he was naked and very hard as he pressed his body against yours. His hands had come up massage your aching breasts and you moaned as he pulled at your sensitive nipples.

Your eyes rolled back as he moved to place the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue against your breast. His warm mouth sucked and nibbled at your chest area as he switched to the other breast. 

You were moaning loudly and mewling his name as his mouth popped off your nipple and his tongue licked down your torso before he stopped at your soaking entrance. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” He asked you as he looked at you. His tongue was right in-between his lips and you wanted it in you now. 

“Yours, it’s yours.” You moaned and he let out an affirmative sound before his tongue lay flat against you. You rocked your hips against his mouth and your legs tightened on his shoulders. 

His tongue went from flat to pointed as it went between your folds and right in you. He alternated between both and then he began to lap at your aching clit. 

You could hear him nibbling on you and and the sound paired with his mouth on your pussy brought you right into ecstasy as your muscles tightened and pleasure poured out of you as you gripped his hair and wrapped your thighs tightly around his head as you came. 

He lapped up all of your juices before sucking the skin of your inner thighs. You were trembling from the intensity of your orgasm but you knew that would be the first of the night, or should you say morning now that it was way past midnight. 

He kissed his way up your body before bring his mouth back to yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned at the taste. You flipped the both of you over so that you were on the top.  

“Fuck kitten I love when you take control.” He smiled at you and you moved up his body. 

His cock was flush against his stomach and you noticed that the tip was already oozing precum. You smirked at him as you ran your hands over his stomach and down to his aching member. You took it into your hand and began to pump him slowly as you brought your lips onto his neck and sucked at the skin there. 

You broke away to look at his face as you sank down onto him. He groaned as you took him all the way to the hilt. 

You moved up and down on but that wasn’t enough for him as he listed his hips for more friction. Your breathing was heavier as you bounced on him and whimpered his name over and over. His hands gripped your ass and he pulled you up and down on his dick. 

“Harder,” you said as you ground yourself against him more. Though you had just come you were getting worked up again and a release was right there. You moved your body atop his but he flipped the both of you over again.

“Want me to fuck you hard kitten? I should have tied you up with my tie yeah?” He whispered right into your ear as he pounded right into you. 

“So fucking tight.” He moaned as he hit your g-spot straight on making you yell out. 

“Come on kitten, come for me. Be a good girl and come for daddy. You like the way I’m pounding your pussy don’t you? You like that baby?” His words made you yell out his name once more as you came all over his cock. 

He fucked you hard all through your peak and his pace picked up as he groaned. 

“Come on baby, come in my tight little-” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as he slammed into you once time before he jerked against you, filling you with his seed. 

He stayed in you until he became soft again and rolled off of you. You were happy you were on the pill because you knew that was the last thing on his mind right now. 

“You’re so good kitten, you please me so much.” He grinned at you and picked up your left hand with the giant ring on it. He pressed a kiss to your open palm as you rested your head on his chest. 

“Goodnight baby,” you mumbled as your eyes slid closed. You didn’t hear him say anything back as you both feel asleep sated. 

~~~

Right when you woke up you noticed Harry wasn’t in bed. You got back into your robe that had been discarded last night and padded over to go see your daughter. 

You noticed that she too was gone and you knew that Harry had her. You walked down the stairs into your open living room. The curtains were open and there was rustling in the kitchen so you knew the cook was work. 

Margo, the maid, was dusting and gave you a smile that you returned. The staff adored you and your daughter but feared their boss. 

“Where is Harry?” You asked her and the older women bristled with efficiency in her answer.

“Mr. Styles is on the deck with Ms. Amelia.” You thank her and walked over to where they were. The weather was chill out so Harry had wrapped her in a blanket as he held her close. Her head rested his shoulder as he stood. 

“There my two favorite people are,” you said as you joined them. 

“Emmy and I were just talking about the little vacation I am going to take my girls on.” He said as he pressed a kiss to his baby girls head. 

“Oh? And where will we be going?” You asked him and you placed a hand on his back. 

“I’m think Paris.” He grinned at you and gave you a long and lingering kiss. Amelia fussed at the lack of attention and the both of you pulled away. 

“I love Paris… we have good memories there.” You said with a blush. You though back to the time where he tied you to the bed post and made sure you and come at his hands and mouth only. He teased you the entire time and just the thought alone heated your flesh. 

“We should remake some.” 

“We most definitely should, maybe with a gag this time, maybe some body paint…” you mused and he grinned at you. 

“We are definitely remaking that memory.” The smirk he was sporting was just enough the make a little pool form on your panties as you waited for what would happen then. 

What a tease. 

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