i’m writing an au type of thing and i... figured i’d share
He meets your stare, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
You swallow, “Like what?”
“Like you’ve just walked in on me cleaning up a murder I just committed.” You continue staring, “It’s just dinner.” He’s quiet a moment, “I guess I should’ve asked if you have any dietary restrictions.”
You blink, “Wha— Oh… No.”
“Great. It’s almost ready, why don’t you sit?” Too shocked to do anything else, you listen. “Red or white?” He asks, holding up two bottles of wine.
“White.” You say after a moment and he pours you a glass. You take a long gulp and he watches you, smirking, before filling your glass again when you set it down. He goes back to cooking and it’s a few moments before you can’t take it any longer, “I’m sorry, I just… Is this… This isn’t a date, is it?”
He chuckles, “No, of course not. I don’t… No, it’s definitely not a date. It’s more of a… negotiation.”
You’re even more confused, but you decide to wait until he’s sat down to ask questions. He walks over to the table with two full plates in his hand, settling one in front of you before sitting down with his own. You watch him eat and it’s a few moments before he notices you’re not eating, “Go on, then,” He gestures to your plate with his knife, “I didn’t poison it.”
You take a couple of bites, and it’s delicious, but you’re too nervous and confused to eat much else so you set your utensils down. He stares at you, still eating his food. “I want to know what this is. What do mean by ‘negotiation?’”
He sighs and wipes his mouth before speaking, “What have you been told about me and my… conquests?”
You scoff and raise your eyebrows, “Conquests? Is that how you refer to women?”
“It’s not my word, it was a word assigned to me and my sexual habits by the people I socialize with. So what have you heard?”
“I… Nothing, besides the fact that you’re a cold blooded demon trapped inside a man.”
He snickers, “Perfect,” He rubs at his jaw, “But you know nothing of my… arrangements?”
You stare at him, “You know, the more words you say without explanation the more freaked out I get.”
He sighs, “Do you have any debts that need to be paid?”
You frown, “I… I mean… I’m attending uni and living in London, I have loads of bills to pay. I don’t see why…” You raise your eyebrows as realization dawns on you, “Are you proposing to be my sugar daddy?”
He winces, “I hate that term, makes me feel like Hugh Heffner. But, yes, for as long as this,” He gestures between the two of you, “Lasts, I’d take care of all your finances. Assuming you’d want to continue, but I gathered you enjoyed yourself last night as did I, which is why I invited you back.”
“All of my finances? Student loans? Rent? Utilities? My phone bill? My—“
“Yes, yes. Everything. I’d even give you a credit card for you to buy whatever you’d like.”
You look around the room in shock, unable to meet his eyes, “For how long?”
“Until someone breaks the contract or until you decide to leave. Whichever comes first.”
You raise your eyebrows, “Contract?” You almost laugh, “Sounds like Fifty Shades of—“
“It’s nothing like that.” He sighs, seemingly annoyed by the comparison, “My money is involved as is our health so it’s safest to make a contract.”
You sigh, “Okay, what are the terms?”
“Finish dinner first now that you have a better understanding of why you’re here and then we’ll take a shower. Then we’ll talk, okay?”
You accept this and start eating again, but you can’t stop looking at him and finally you ask: “Why does everyone think you’re so awful?”
He doesn’t seem surprised by the question, simply wipes at his mouth and grabs both of your plates, “Maybe if you stick around long enough you’ll find out.”
Request: For the next bratty!y/n and daddy!harry writing you should do one where y/n is ‘mad’ at him (for a childish reason) and says stuff like ‘i won’t ever have sex with you ever again’ but they end up having really rough sex lol. Idk, i thought this would be funny, i had a dream about this too. Love your writing btw !
(A/N: your overwhelming love for Brat Y/N has FINALLY brought out this piece! It’s crazy how well this idea has grown into over 2-3 pieces so I hope you enjoy this and send me your thoughts!!)
A piece where Y/N gets a tad jealous, and Harry has to show her she’s the only one he wants.
Y/N knew she was being irrational.
She knew that whatever she was feeling right now was being of her blowing things out of proportion.
But she couldn’t help but glare at the waitress every time she would come by at the table. Harry wasn’t returning any of her attempts though. In fact, he was holding Y/N’s hand across the table, rubbing his thumb over and inbetween her knuckles the whole time they were seated at the restaurant. Y/N would see the way her hand would rest over her shoulder, giggling as he asked her for another bottle of wine.
“Oh anything for you, Harry.”
Y/N rolled her eyes huffing out as she turned her head away. Harry looked back at his girlfriend before smiling slightly chuckling.
“Hey…. wha’s the huffin’ and puffin’ all ‘bout sweetheart.” He prodded leaning forwards, tugging her hand towards him a bit.
Y/N only rolled her eyes looking at him.
“You don’t see it? She’s practically all over you! Touching your arm and giggling over something that isn’t funny in the slightest, I’m pretty sure I saw her glare at me when you grabbed my hand.”
Harry chuckled pressing his cheek against the back of her hand. “Y/N.. you know ‘m not paying attention to her in the slightest.. right?” Y/N only shook her head looking at him.
“But she thinks you are! That’s why she’s come over here 5 times to refill your water even though it was already full.” She scoffs trying to move her hand away from his. Harry only tightens his grip on her hand tugging her towards him again.
“You’re the only girl fo’ me… ‘ave to be polite to the person serving us food.. we can go in a minute jus’ relax…” Harry murmured slow pressing his lips against the back of her hand. Y/N watched him softening her gaze and un-tensing her muscles. He smiled to himself seeing her relaxing, squeezing her hand.
Y/N had nothing to be worried about, this was her man. Her Harry. She was getting riled up for nothing. He made it clear that he’s only hers, and that’s more than she could ask for.
But when their check came back with a pink pen scribbed in the waitress’s hand writing saying ‘call me ;)’ along with her phone number, Y/N’s cheeks flamed in jealously. Her eyes flickering up to Harry’s face as his left dimple indented into his cheek, shaking his head to himself. Y/N wanted to just get up and pour the bottle of very expensive wine they had received on the house, all over that girl’s head. Once Harry had paid the bill, handing over the check with a wink at the girl making her flip her hair giggling, Y/N was out of her chair already making her way towards the entrance to get to their car as fast as possible. Unfortunately, Harry’s lanky legs were quick to catch up to Y/N, tugging on her hand as they walked to where they parked.
“Babe slow down will you?” Harry huffed, Y/N letting go of his hand once they stood in front of his car.
“Don’t you wanna head back to her maybe? Take her and show her a good time?” Y/N crossed her arms glancing back into the restaurant. She knew what she was saying was wrong, but she couldn’t help but seethe with jealousy knowing this girl was purposely getting under her skin by flirting with Harry bluntly.
Harry rose his eyebrows pausing his hand in his pocket as he reached into grab the keys. Slowly stalking towards her.
“‘Scuse me?” Y/N stepped back with every step he took forwards towards her, until her back hit the passenger side door. She swallowed thickly placing her hands behind her, looking into his eyes. Only the street light was illuminating on both of them, despite that, Y/N could tell Harry’s eyes were twinkling with amusement, but more than that she could tell his jaw was tensed at the accusation.
“I….. I said maybe you should take her back home, she seems so desperate, I’m sure you’d think she’d be better in bed than I am.” Y/N murmured quietly keeping her eyes down away from his.
Harry grabbed her chin, tugging it up till her eyes met his. He leaned down till they were nose to nose.
“You are so stupid you know that?” Harry growled moving his hand to cup her jaw, pressing his thumb just under her lower lip and tugging it down. “I don’ want anyone else, but you.” His mouth dropped down onto her, his tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. His thumb kept pressed under her bottom lip to make sure his tongue had free reign to dominate every inch of her mouth to show her who she belonged to. Y/N let out a whimper into his mouth when she felt his fingertips pressing against the back of her head, feeling herself feel light headed from the lack of oxygen. Their lips pulled away with a light ‘smack’ sound, Y/N letting out a gasp of air looking up and him through bleary eyes.
“‘M gon’a ruin you when we get home… show you exactly.. who I want in my bed..”
The moment Y/N stepped into their house, Harry had slid his arm under her knees, and the other around her lower back carrying them upstairs. Both their eyes locked together in a tense staredown as he walked them to their bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. Harry walked over to the bed and lied Y/N down right in the middle, looking the neck tie he had worn, never taking his eyes off her. Once he had his tie an jacket tossed off, he pressed his knees down into the bed, slipping off Y/N shoes slowly, tossing them to the floor as well before pressing a kiss to her ankle bone. Y/N head slightly lifted up off the pillows looking at him, biting the corner of her mouth. Pressing his hand son either side of her head, he leaned down pressing his mouth deeply against hers, letting his weight rest comfortably over her body. Y/N’s hands pressed against his taut back over his flimsy t shirt, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as they licked into each other’s mouths. Harry swallowed up each of her moans, feeling them bubble in his chest as his hips moved on their own accord against her center. Layers of denim reducing the touch to feel each other right there. Y/N tugged on his lower lip with her teeth as she pulled her own lips back. Harry looked down at her through hooded eyes before bringing his forehead down to hers.
“‘M the only one kissin’ you silly right now.. not even thinkin’ ‘bout her.. only you.”
Y/N turned her head to the side whining out as she tried to move her hips up against his. Harry hand moved back to her jaw, tugging it towards him so she had no other choice but to look at him.
“I should be punishing you fo’ thinkin’ I would want another girl in bed…” Y/N shook her head quickly looking at him.
“N-no no no no no I’m sorry I didn’t mean any of it…” She quickly rambled before being shushed by Harry’s thumb pressing into her mouth, pressing it against her tongue. He let her tongue loll around his thumb, biting down onto his own plushy lips training his eyes on her mouth. Harry kept his thumb in her mouth before pulling it out and dragging it down her chin and the middle of her throat. Y/N’s head instinctively tilting up as he pressed against a point in her neck dropping her jaw slightly feeling her windpipe close in. Harry’s mouth dropped down under her ear, sinking his teeth down into the skin. Y/N’s hand quickly gripped over his shoulders tightly whining out trying to squirm away from him.
“Petal….. quit movin’ will you?” Harry murmured in her ear, sitting up and slipping off his shirt. Y/N’s eyes greedily moved over his upper half, her mouth watering as his warm skin was on full display for her. Harry smirked more to himself seeing the way Y/N was driving herself mental just with his shirt off. His hands moved to pop open the button of her jeans, glancing up at her as he tugged them down. Her legs moving a bit to make the process of getting these jeans off a whole lot easier for him. Once he got them off, he leaned down on his stomach to sink his teeth into the plushy flesh of her inner thigh. Y/N’s thigh jerked, slightly giggling once his teeth made contact with her sensitive spot. Harry couldn’t help a huge smile slip through, and she could feel it against her skin.
He couldn’t help himself, she was just too damn cute.
Her giggles immediately melted into her moans once Harry’s mouth pressed over her clit over her panties. He just moved them to the side, letting his tongue slip out to just get a taste of her. She was properly soaking for him, bucking her hips up slightly as his tongue moved away quicker than she wanted him to move. Harry looked up at Y/N licking over his lips, seeing her chest move up and down shakily. He hooked his fingers into the waistband before tugging them down her legs and wasting no time into latching his mouth back on her. Y/N let out a yelp, dropping her hands down to tangle in his hair, feeling his tongue work her nerves into overdrive. Her eyes were squeezed shut tugging at his hair to move his head faster against her. Harry’s nails were digging into Y/N’s thighs, making sure she didn’t move one inch as he suckled on her clit. His tongue showing no mercy on the bundle of nerve, making her back arch and writhe under him, wanting to pull away but keep him there till she came. She lifted her head up to look down at him, already seeing his bright eyes looking up at her.
He was the epitome of sex right now in her eyes.
His button nose just barely peaking out as his tongue delved its way deeper into her entrance. His lower half of his face completely hidden from her sight, based on the noises he was making, she was sure she was all over his jaw and mouth. His hair flopped into his forehead and eyes, making Y/N writhe even more at the sight. Her head was thrown back and a loud moan escaped her every time his nose bumped against her clit. Her release getting so close she could feel her body burn and warm. Harry abruptly pulled back making Y/N look at him quickly nearly sobbing out.
Harry moves to quickly slip off his jeans and boxers, just as eager as she was to cum. Y/N took off her shirt and bra at the same time so nothing would be inbetween them two, Harry glanced between her chest and eyes before leaning down and wrapping his wet mouth against one of her nipples. Y/N looked down at him holding the sides of his jaw, arching her back up to his mouth. Harry’s large hand covered over her other breast as his eyes were shut, letting his teeth just barely tug at the nipple between his teeth. Y/N winced slightly, whimpering out pleads as she tugged his head up to meet their mouths together. Harry blindly slipped one of his hands between their two bodies, wrapping it around the base of his shaft. Y/N parted her lips from his once she felt the tip of his cock brush against her swollen clit. Harry’s eyes opened to look down at her biting the corner of his mouth.
“Beg fo’ it…”
Y/N looked at him blinking a few times to get her thoughts into order before shaking her head. Harry rose his eyebrows just slipping the tip into her, seeing her eyes flutter shut. He pulled out just as quick, making Y/N’s jaw clench looking up at him.
He moved his free hand to wrap around her throat, pressing his thumb just under her chin.
Y/N took a shaky breath shutting her eyes before looking back at him. “You know how much I want you cock H… just give it to me.. show me ‘m yours.. show me that girl is nothing to you.. I’m the only one you want..” Y/N murmured looking at him, seeing his lips press together to hide his smirk.
“Say you’re sorry.”
Y/N whined flopping her hands back on the bed. “Sorry for what!?”
“Fo’ thinkin’ I would want to fuck a girl other tha’ you…. fo’ thinkin’ I would wanna make love to a girl other tha’ you.. say you’re sorry.” Harry spoke firm, but slow as he slowly pressed his cock into her heat, making Y/N eyes widen looking up at him. Her choked breaths as she held the side of his jaw.
“I…… I’m sorry…”
Harry presses himself all the way in, his hips grinding down against her clit making her cry out. “Sorry fo’ what.” Harry spoke through clenched teeth as she tried squirming under his. “‘M not movin’ till you say the whole thing baby….”
Y/N huffed, her eyes welling up with frustrated tears swallowing thickly. “I-I’m sorry for thinking you’d wanna be with any girl other than me…” She shook her head looking up at him with pleading eyes. He brought his head down, pressing their noses together, pulling his hips back and slamming them back in making Y/N cry out.
Harry’s hand held Y/N’s jaw the whole time his hips pounded into hers. Making sure she kept contact with him the whole time, making sure to nudge the tip of his cock against the spongy part of her walls that made her tummy coil. Her hand gripped his wrist tightly with one hand while the other was held down by Harry’s hand. Her mouth turned to pant hotly against his thumb, making Harry lean down and press his lips repeatedly over her cheek and down to her ear.
“You are the only girl I want, no other person will ever amount to how much I fucking love you…” He whispered keeping his mouth pressed against her ear. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut feeling more that just the tears of wanting to cum in her eyes, but the utter love she has for him
“God I love you too…” Y/N mewled out turning her head to look at him, her tears slipping down her temple into her head. Harry looked at her clenching his jaw as his hips slowed to steady slow pace, making his own eyes well up with tears. Y/N looked up at him, moving her wrist from his hands to cup over his cheeks rubbing under his eyes. He dropped his forehead to hers. Turning his head to hold her hand against his cheek, pressing his lips to the palm of her hand. Y/N smiled through the pleasure flopping her head back and shutting her eyes, feeling her tummy ready to explode. Her thighs tightened around his hips, showing Harry that she was just as close as he was.
His hands slipped down to hold the bottoms of her thighs around his hips, pressing his forehead tightly against her own, both their choked up whimpered getting caught in each other’s throats. Harry’s mouth pressed down into hers, their noses smooshing together as Y/N’s body shuddered as she came. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck to hug him to her, letting out mewls into his mouth. Harry let his forearms rest on either side of her head, framing them in as he felt himself cum. Thick spurts coated her walls making Harry quiver as the aftershocks went through his body. Both their mouths lazily slotting together, completely locked into their own world at this moment. Y/N was the first to pull back, licking over her lips as she looked up at him. Harry’s cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen from their kisses, his eyes were shut trying to catch his breath. She was stuck in a moment of awe just looking at him.
Harry’s eyes peaked up, smirking lazily dropping his mouth down to hers in a soft peck.
“Got somethin’ on my face?”
Y/N giggles shaking her head as she looked at him, running her fingers through his hair.
“Just… love you and all…” Harry looked at her tucking her hair behind her ear, pressing a firm kiss to her forehead.
Hello my loves! Since I got a lot of really good feedback on my first imagine, I’ve decided to write some more! Thank you for all your lovely comments, they are so greatly appreciated! A special thank you to my wonderful and lovely beta @hestylesno, I appreciate you more than you know, I don’t know what I’d do without you!!!
Heeeere we gooooooo….
“Love, how many times do I have to tell you not to use the hot water while ‘m in the shower.” Harry said as he frantically came down the stairs, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You were sitting at the kitchen counter scrolling through Instagram as you drank your coffee. But as Harry entered the kitchen, you put your phone aside, as a slight smirk played at your lips. “Sorry, what?” You knew what you were doing, you knew exactly what Harry said, you just wanted to mess with him a little. “Did you or did you not use the hot water, while I was in the shower?” You could tell how hard Harry was trying to keep a straight face, and you yourself were having a hard time at that. He broke first and burst into a fit of laughter, you joining in immediately after. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to rinse my cup out, I didn’t realize I had turned on the hot water.” Harry looked at with a gigantic, dimply grin, “ ‘M just messin’ with yeh love, ‘s alrigh’.” You kissed him gently on the cheek and ran upstairs to get ready for the day.
You and Harry were going over to Anne’s house for the weekend, and well to give her a Christmas card with a special announcement on it. The two of you had yet to mail out your Christmas cards, but you were waiting until the parents and close family got them before sending them out to the rest of your family and friends. You were three months pregnant, and you thought December would be the perfect time to put the announcements on the Christmas cards. Not only was it so you could put it on your Christmas cards, but also because it gave you guys enough time to make sure everything was going normal with the pregnancy. Anne would be the first to know, you’d be telling your parents on Christmas Eve when you see them.
The drive to Anne’s was was close to quite with the only sounds in the car being the music blaring through the radio and the conversations you both had about announcing the pregnancy. As soon as you arrived at Anne’s, you were greeted by her running out the front door and engulfing you in a hug. “Oi! Where’s mine? I’m your son and you don’ hug me like tha’!” You just laughed and stuck your tongue out at Harry as you walked over to him to grab your bags, but of course, being the gentleman that he is, “No no you just go on inside, I’ll get everything love.” You didn’t argue, just game him a quick kiss and ran inside.
Harry went upstairs to set the bags down, he was going to join you and Anne in the kitchen, but stopped when he heard laughter. One of the reasons he loved you so much was that you and Anne had immediately clicked, he loved that. Harry loved how well you got along with not only Anne, but his whole family - they liked you instantly, just like he did.. He smiles to himself as he has a flashback of the first time he brought you home to meet everyone.
You were sat on the couch in between Anne and Gemma, Robin leaned over on the back of the couch, looking at old pictures of Harry. “Yea, laugh it off everyone. Just sit there and make fun o’ me!”
Later that day before you all went off to bed, Anne pulled Harry aside, “Harry, that girl you brought home today is not only beautiful on the outside, but on the inside as well. I don’t think I have ever seen you look at someone the way you look at Y/N. She’s the one.” Harry looked at her and blushed, “We’ll see mum, we’ve only been datin’ for 6 months.”
“You know ‘m always right!” She patted him lightly on the cheek and wet upstairs to bed.
You looked over at the doorway and saw your husband looking down smiling to himself, “Harry? You okay over there?” He quickly looked up, coming out of his thoughts and walked over to you sliding his arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple. “ ‘M alrigh’ love. So I was thinking, I know we were going to wait until dinner, but Gem just pulled in and I really don’ want t’ wait.”
Gemma came in and hugged everyone while Michal went to put the bags upstairs. When Michal came back down, Harry realized he had left the cards in the car, “I’ll be right back, we’ve got something fo’ you guys but I left it in the car.”
H came back with the cards, handing one to Anne first before you hand one to Gemma. He went over and stood next to you, placing his arm around your shoulder, “Here it goes!”
“Oh my God! Are you really? Am I really goin’ to be a grandmother?” Anne ran over to you and hugged the two of you, you’ve never seen Anne so happy before, and you yourself could’t stop smiling because you had been waiting to tell everyone for what seemed like ages. Gemma was crying and laughing at the same time she was so happy she would soon have a niece or nephew to spoil.
In the midst of all the excitement, the ‘congratulations’ and all that, you began to feel a sharp pain shoot through your stomach. As you attempted to walk out of the kitchen, you felt your knees begin to buckle and so you grab the closest thing to you to keep yourself steady. Which is Harry. “Y/N?” Harry’s tone turns frantic as he peers down at you. You whimper in reply, and his eyes widen in shock. “Baby! What’s wrong?” He questions. You whimper once again. “That’s it!” He declares, heart beating rapidly at the state of you, “ ‘M gonna take you to the hospital.” Everyone’s eyes were filled with complete worry as they realized what could have just happened, right after you announced that you were pregnant.
Thank you for reading you beautiful people! I had a lot of fun writing this for you all, I hope you enjoyed reading it. Should I write a part 2? Yes? No? Maybe? Let me know!!
A/N: I get in my feels writing this series sometimes. Enjoy!
Ben finally slept over at (Y/N)’s house. The day she had confirmed what Eva had told him. He didn’t want to leave her in a moment of confusion and sadness. He wanted her to have a shoulder to confort her.
So after work he had driven himself and (Y/N) to her house. Where the two ordered some take out. That (Y/N) had somehow managed to keep down without throwing up it’s contents, and a movie had been watched.
(Y/N) took a quick shower and layed in her bed with Ben. Where they fell asleep with a smile on their faces. Ben’s had resting gently on (Y/N)’s stomach. Soft snores being heard from him but (Y/N) didn’t mind.
The next morning (Y/N) was rudley awakened by the continuous ‘bing’ of her phone. Alerting her of notifications. She looked over shoulder and smiled as she saw the content asleep Ben. She thought he looked adorable, his cheek bones prominent against his features and his hair messy from the turning he had done that night.
The smile didn’t last very long.
(Y/N) knew something wasn’t right.
Something wasn’t right at all
She grabbed her phone from the nightstand. Once she unlocked it, she was faced from mulitiple instagram messages, most if them from twitter. Thr majority of them from gossip media pages.
(Y/N) felt get heart drop to her stomach. She didn’t have time to register the media notifications. When she was met with 5 unanswered messages from Harry. And 8 missed phome calls.
She opened his contact name. Her hand shaking.
‘What the hell did you tell the media (Y/N)?’
’Stop fucking your side toy for a moment and answer me damit!’
‘I’m calling you’
'PICK UP YOUR PHONE (Y/N)’
'I’m going over to your house right now’
(Y/N) cursed to herself as she sat up. A wave of nausea making it’s way to her stomach. Ben felt her stirring because he opened his eyes and sat up.
“Hey, What’s wrong?’ He asked seeing the upset look in her face. His hand moved up to her cheek and moved a strand of hair away from her face. Her cheeks were rosy with a pinkish tint.
“They-They know Ben.” She said in a weak voice. She dizzy and it made her feel as if she was going to faint at anytime.
They knew. But who told them?
She felt fragile. Her eyes scanned the room. She heard nothing. Or maybe her ears just refused to pick up any sound. Only the pounding of her heart as it increased in pace.
“(Y/N)? Why don’t you just lay down love yeah?” Ben tried to comfort her in a calming voice. He reached his hand to touch her back. But (Y/N) almost instinctively moved from his touch. She finally looked at him.
She had anger in her eyes. Something Ben wasn’t familiar with.
She felt bad about her words. But she couldn’t suppress them.
“No Ben! I won’t lay down! Do you realise what is happening right now?!” (Y/N) carelessly yelled at him. She stood up from the bed and held her hair in her hands. Not only would Gwen find out, but she would never get away with what she did. She hadn’t even opened the links to the articles but she knew they were bad. (Y/N) was sure the media wouldn’t leave her alone. Not after what they know.
Ben stood up as well. But kept his distance from her. He knew in her state it wasn’t good ti upset her any further.
“Harry’s coming Ben! What am I suppose to tell him?! He’s going to think I told them!” She sniffed. Angry tears running down her face.
The room was cold. Just as cold as she felt in an emotional way.
“(Y/N)…” Ben trailed off. He didn’t know what he could do to comfort her. She was shaken and angry. The complete opposite if what she felt the night prior. The smile on her face was no longer there, but replaced with a frown/scowl and big teary eyes.
“I don’t know what I can do to help (Y/N). But you need to calm down okay? This anger and stress you have isn’t good.” He stated softly and moved closer to her. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.”
Before (Y/N) could even respond a knock was heard on the downstairs front door. Almost a banging.
Ben looked at the bedroom door before looking back at (Y/N). “Do you want to get the door? Or should I?” He asked softly.
“I’ll-I’ll go get it.” (Y/N) responded. Her voice shaking a bit.
The walk downstairs never seemed so miserable. She was in thought as she took the agonizing steps down to open the door. Harry had this thing emotionally implanted in her. Once Harry lit her with fire, the burn was so delicious she couldn’t get enough.
She heard Ben follow her from behind but that was the least of her worries.
Once she reached the front door her shaky hand went to open it. Her exposed legs shivering a bit at the cold air let in. Harry stood there in a black suit. His hair messy. Probably from the fingers he hand ran through them out of frustration.
Harry looked at her. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were fueled with anger. "What did you tell them (Y/N)?” He asked calmly. Almost too calmly. “I wake up today to hundreds of messages from fucking gossip media news websites and to top all the fucking shit off my publicist is on vacation.” He ranted. Barging inside.
Harry froze as he looked at Ben. He was standing there wearing his Rolling Stones sweatshirt. The one he had given to (Y/N). His head felt heavy. His chest hurt too. Harry didn’t recongize the feeling. But it hurt like hell.
Feeling the tension in the room (Y/N) decided it was best to speak up. In soft voice. “Harry, this is Ben. He’s…he’s my boyfriend.”
Harry wanted to laugh. But due to the situation he held back. “I want to talk to you in private.” He told (Y/N). Ben kind of looked like Harry. Which made Harry think a bit. Giving his ego a boost.
Nodding she walked to Ben and placed a hand on his cheek. “Can we have a second? We need to talk.” (Y/N) asked Ben with a small smile.
Ben nodded and kissed her forehead. Looking at (Y/N) one more time before walking upstairs. Ben was relieved in a way. He didn’t want to get caught up in their argument. It was their personal battle.
When Ben disappeared from view Harry glared at (Y/N). “Let me guess this straight. Not only are you pregnant with my child.” As soon as those words left his mouth (Y/N) gapsed. She hadn’t told him anything. He shouldn’t have known unless SHE told him.
“But you’re also fucking that guy? I know you’re pregnant so don’t try and deny it. When were you going to tell me huh? When the baby was born? Or were you just planning to wait a few years? Oh hey! I have a better conspiracy. You were going to let Ben raise my kid right?” Harry scolded her. (Y/N) felt crushed. He was in a way right she hadn’t told him about the baby. But that didn’t give him any excuse to talk to her like that.
Balling her hands in her side (Y/N) was ready for the screaming match that was about to insue.
“Look who finally gives a flying fuck. Yes, I am having your baby, but it’s none of your business. Have you finally snapped back to reality? Did you finally realise that hey! Money doesn’t solve all your problems? I’m not in anyway fucking Ben. It’s sad that you think that low of me” Her voice was nothing but anger. Harry was acting like a child. He was fucked if he thought she was going to sit in the corner and cry about her mistakes.
“Our little secret is out Harry. I don’t know who told them. But it’s out.” She whispered. “What once only supposed to be a little white lie, grew to this chain of problems.”
Harry shook his head. Pacing on the floor. He had an idea. One she might not like. But it was worth a shot. “We can say it was all a lie, we can keep this pregnancy hidden if you just-” That’s where (Y/N) cut him off. She was shocked at his words.
“Hidden! No! What the fuck Harry?! My child won’t be hidden! You’re not going to do with them what you did with me! Own up to it. You’re a human Harry.” She whispered the last part. We make mistakes. That’s okay. You aren’t perfect and you have to stop pretending like you are…“
Harry felt tears cloud his eyes. She was right.
He sat on the couch with his hands on his face. He wanted to apologize to her. For what he did to her. For what she had been put through due to his selfish needs. But he couldn’t. Not at the moment anyways.
"Does Gwen know yet?” A nervous (Y/N) asked. Letting out a breath when Harry shook his head.
“No, she’s out of town visiting her parents. Talked to her before I came here. She doesn’t know right now.” Harry nodded in confirmation. “Why does it matter anyways? I don’t. I don’t love her any more.” Harty revealed to (Y/N) his glossy eyes catching hers.
It was no surprise to (Y/N). Harry knew that. But he needed (Y/N) to hear it from his own mouth.
“But she’s having my baby. I don’t know what to do.” Harry weakly said. He was vulnerable. For once Harry didn’t have a plan. For once Harry couldn’t solve problems with blaming them on someone else.
Because for once he was to blame.
“We’ll figure it out.” (Y/N) smiled at him softly. “It’s…it’s going to end with both of us gaining and losing people. But it’s for the best.” She said. Laying her head on Harry’s shoulder hesitantly.
Harry didn’t push her away.
“Do you love him?” Harry asked staring at the floor.
(Y/N) only froze at the question. She didn’t know how to answer it. Until she thought of th best answer she could. “I see a future with him Harry. He’s a good guy.” That was really the only answer she could give him.
Harry internally smiled. She hadn’t directly answered the question. That must’ve meant something right?
“I’ve got to go.” Harry said. He didn’t want to leave. But he had things to figure out. Once her head left his shoulder Harry felt empty. He didn’t know if it was a friendly gesture or a gesture of feelings she still had for him.
Harry hoped it was the latter.
As selfish as that sounded.
Harry stood up and sighed. “Don’t read any of the articles okay? We don’t need you stressed out. It’s not good for the baby.” Harry said with a soft smile. Something about this baby was special. It was going to be the child of possibly one of the emotionally strongest woman Harry knew.
Sure it was crazy to know he was going to have a child with his once mistress.
But for the first time in his life Harry didn’t mind the outcome of a bad decision.
(Y/N) nodded. “I won’t.”
Harty walked to the front door. (Y/N) trailing behind him.
He opened it and stepped out. “I’m sorry.” Harry said looking at her with real apologetic look. Something in Harry was hurting. (Y/N) just didn’t know what.
(Y/N) watched as Harry walked to his Range Rover. Closing the door behind her. She didn’t know what sin Harry was sorry for.
Maybe all of them.
(Y/N) was left with a anxious Ben upstairs. And the smell of Harry’s cologne lingering in the air.
Imagine: Harry is out doing a press tour to promote his album while your stuck in London reminiscing about the man you love, haunted by the beautiful memories the two of you had made and how very long it had been since you had laid eyes on your lover.
It was a dark, lonely night for you. You were sat on your couch, mindlessly scrolling through your twitter feed, your thoughts distant and your heart aching. Times like these had become all too frequent for you. Harry was out promoting his album in the states and as much as you wanted to support him every step of the way your own career ensured you stayed in the confines of London.
You missed him terribly. His laugh, his twinkling green eyes, how he’d begin giggling in the middle of every fight because he thought you were adorable while angry. The nights were especially worse and you had taken to wearing one of his numerous Saint Laurent silk shirts and sleeping while tightly hugging his pillow. In the mornings, you would sometimes over sleep because your body was used to being kissed awake by your beautiful man.
Sometimes when you would be walking home from work, tired and defeated, you would sigh in misery as you knew there was no one waiting for you. No surprise dinners, no jokes so terrible they were funny, no back rubs and foot massages, no Harry.
Of course, the two of you attempted to stay as much in contact as possible and the Skype calls were something you both treasured but it was nowhere near the comfort of having his lean figure pressing against you while he traced patterns on your skin and claimed your mouth with his. The days were long, the nights longer still and sometimes it was all you could do to not collapse in a heap of tears. It frustrated you, to not be with the one you loved and the fact that there was nothing you could do about it.
Oftentimes, when Harry didn’t have time to call you, you would Google him to find out his exact location which was painful as you of all people should know where your boyfriend is. The flurry of cheating rumours also didn’t help but some deep innermost part of you knew that Harry adored you just as much, if not more, as you adored him.
He had noticed your downcast and melancholic mood and immediately vowed to fly to London the very next day and get you out of your dejected spirit. However, you remained firm and reminded him of the importance of this press tour for his album. Your mother had always told you “Distance makes the heart grow fonder”, and you were sure that when Harry returned your special bond and relationship would have improved tremendously. In the worst of the heartache you would listen to the song he had written for you “Sweet Creature” and his melodic voice would lull you to sleep on the nights the insomnia was at its peak.
You had taken to binge watching Netflix shows and imagining in your mind how Harry would have felt about each episode and what witty quips he would come up with. In the middle of some shows you burst into tears at the sight of the main characters happily laughing and rejoicing in each others arms, whispering sweet nothings late into the night. Your Harry was a shameless flirt and if he had been there he would have attacked your lips with his own at such scenes, trying to initiate similar situations.
Every fibre of your being ached with longing and need, your very soul crying out for him, your mate, your other half, your Harry.
Best friend Harry taking care of you while your sick and insisting on staying the night because he doesn’t want to leave you alone 😭😩
Yes! he would definitely do that! Maybe he came over to check on you because he hadn’t heard from you for a few days and when he discovered that you’re sick he would insist that you stay in bed and he’s spend the day waiting on you, getting you hot drinks to ease your throat and making sure you were taking your medicine.
“But H, don’t you have anything to do today?” you’d say croakily, not really wanting him to leave but knowing that he rarely had a free day
“Nothing that can’t wait”
He’d make you some soup and watch movies with you all day and he’d let you fall asleep on his lap while he played with your hair and gently massaged your back.
And then when it started to get late he would just flat out refuse to leave
“I can’t leave you here like this love, you’ll never get better” he’d say as you hopped into bed
“I don’t have anywhere for you to sleep”
“There’s plenty of room in your bed”
“I’ll make you sick of you sleep next to me”
“I think it’s a bit late to worry about Y/N, you’ve been coughing on me all day” and then he’d tuck you in and make sure there was plenty of water beside your bed and he’d get in a snuggle up, hoping that you’d be feeling a it better in the morning