Wow I Loved This It Is So Sweet 🥲

His voice sounds so good

Harry Styles singing Lately

He sounds so good

Harry Styles singing Lately

🥵 thank you

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Enjoyed this so much. A must read.

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my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

WORD COUNT: 2.1K

He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

He was so young but so talented even in the beginning

12 years ago, Harry appeared on the TV and stole everyone’s hearts. He has been a constant in our lives, a place we can go to when we need a friend, our home. Isn’t he lovely? 🥺🤍✨

Can’t wait to see it tonight

Harry’s band rehearsing Adore You at Coachella - 15/04

ugh, fine. just crush my dream for you, dory!!

sorry😬

This is 🥵

In Return - Harry Styles

a/n: i just really wanted to write something with cockwarming and… this is that. that’s all, just a short fic to get it off my mind lmao

warning: cockwarming and sex ofc

word count: 1.2k

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“Pretty please! I’m begging you!”

Following Harry into the kitchen you pout at him, giving him your best puppy eyes as he moves around, trying to ignore you, but he miserably fails, especially when he glances at you and sees your pouty look that’s all for him. He can never resist it, you know that and use it against him pretty often.

“Why are you so obsessed with it anyway?” he asks sighing.

“Because I’m dying to see you with a good, smudged smoky-eye look, just like the rest of the world!” you stomp your foot against the checkered tile. You’ve been trying to get him to let you do his makeup for the longest time, but you just saw an edited picture of him floating around the internet where someone put dark eyeshadow on him and he looked so damn hot, you just have to see it for real.

“What do I get in return?” he cockily smirks at you, tilting his head to the side.

“I don’t know, what do you want?” you shrug. You watch him think for a little before his grin widens.

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A/N: i couldn't hold myself back and just HAD TO post this😂😂 bot now yall need to send me feedback so i know i made the right decision of posting this now👀

PAIRING: guard!Harry X royal!Reader

WARNINGS: adult content, arranged marriage

WORD COUNT: 3.5k

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The exceptional silk nightgown slips down your body, the featherlike, cold touch of the expensive fabric sending a shiver down your spine as you stare back at your reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, the room thick with the sweet scent of vanilla and coconut, your favorite shower gel you get imported all the way from France. Drained eyes look back at you, almost lifeless and you wonder who this person could be you’re seeing as your reflection because you can’t recognize yourself anymore.

Wrapping yourself up in your bathrobe, you make your way out of the bathroom into your bedroom, two of your maids already waiting for you by your vanity. As you sit into the plush chair, they get to work instantly, without a word, taking care of your hair so it’s in the best condition for the big day tomorrow. They brush through your locks, using the finest essential oils and products, turning your hair into silk, just like the kind that’s hugging your body. Reaching up your fingers tap on the bags under your eyes, the makeup artist will have a lot to work on in the morning if she wants to turn you into the perfect princess, soon queen, everyone knows and loves. If only they knew the dirt and the pain hiding underneath the glamorous surface.

You’re getting married in the morning. As a kid, you always dreamt of your prince charming, a man you fall for the second you lay your eyes on and you get to have your own fairytale. It was silly of you to think you have the privilege of marrying someone you love.

Andrew Jacoby Coventry is a gentleman. He is well-mannered, intelligent, fluent in six languages and he can beat your father in chess. He is undeniably handsome and any woman would be thrilled to marry such a wonderful bachelor, but not you.

Because you’re not in love with him. Yet, you’ve known you’d have to marry him since you were sixteen.

You still remember the day your mother sat you down and told you that Andrew is going to visit the palace that week to discuss matters of a possible union between the two families, the Coventry’s have been highly respected for hundreds of years and they’ve been always alliances to the royals. Your father chose them to help you fulfill your destiny of becoming a queen.

“You cannot take the throne without a man by your side, Y/N,” your mother told you, but it was nothing new. You didn’t quite put the picture together yet just then. “Your father might be in good health now, but we can’t know what the future holds. We have to make sure you’re eligible to become queen when the time comes.”

“What… are you trying to say, mom?” you asked, slowly realizing where the conversation is heading.

“Andrew is a nice boy. You’ll get around to like him, I’m sure.”

You saw the pain in her eyes, she didn’t want this. She didn’t want to make her daughter marry someone just for the sake of the throne, but she didn’t have any other choice and neither did you.

When you met Andrew just a few days later, you swallowed your tears as you introduced yourself to your future husband.

Now five years later the time has officially come, you’re marrying him tomorrow and going to take the throne next year, once your father resigns. His health won’t let him travel around and fulfill his duties for too long, he has made the decision not to wait until he is forced to step back, he would rather do it on his own terms.

“Thank you Kristin, thank you Mary. This is all for tonight,” you nod at them once they are finished with your hair. They say their goodbye and leave you alone in the room, trapped with your racing thoughts.

You’ve thought about running away at least a dozen times this month. Just getting on a plane and forgetting about the wedding, but you know you could never actually do it. Your family counts on you, the palace counts on you and the whole country counts on you. You’re their future queen and you owe them.

But what exactly do you owe them? Your whole life? Giving up the chance of marrying someone you love? Is that really what you have to do?

Standing by the window you stare out to the flower garden, a place you often like to go to when you want to have some peace of mind. It’s breathtaking in the spring, the colors, the scent, you can easily wander around for hours and not even notice how long it’s been. Behind that, on top of the hill the greenhouse is almost hidden in the dark, already decorated for tomorrow. You’re going to have your photos taken in there, just like your mother, your grandmother and every other women in your family had on their wedding day. You’ll have to pose for hours with faked happiness on your face just to get a handful of pictures that will be released to the press the next day, millions of little girls dreaming about being just like you when you’d give an arm to have their normal life.

You always want what you can’t have, right?

Your eyes wander over to the West wind of the palace, only seeing one window lit and though it’s too far to see anything from inside the room, you know exactly who is in there. Before you could even give it a second thought you wrap your robe tighter around you, walking out of your bedroom and heading over to the room you’ve come to know all too well these past years. You know the hallways leading to Harry’s room like the back of your hand and not just because you grew up in this place, but because it’s been a habit of yours to sneak out and see him when everyone else went to sleep.

The day you met Harry Styles was a turning point in your life. Introduced to you as head of security three years ago, you didn’t know you met your best friend and the man you’ll fall for and experience what it’s like to love and be loved.

It was a forbidden love from the start and not just because you were already set to marry Andrew, but because you knew your family would never approve of your relationship with him, no matter what. You had royal blood in your veins and Harry was the son of a teacher and barber, worked at a bakery as a teenager and joined the military for three years before he was brought to the palace.

You fought it for a long time. Even thought about asking for a replacement, because it was getting hard to be even in the same room with all the tension and desire lingering around the two of you and you knew he was just as conflicted as you were. The turning point came one particularly terrible night when you got into a fight with your father. You found peace in Harry’s arms and you let your guards down, making the first move to cross the line from where there’s no returning.

You haven’t looked back since then, sneaking around in the darkness, seeking every chance you can get to be with him without anyone finding out about it, though you couldn’t fool your mother.

“I know what a woman in love looks like, Y/N,” she told you when she called you to her one day. Your blood froze, because you knew she won’t believe that it was just your feelings for Andrew.

“Mom, I…”

“He is a sight for the sore eyes, I must admit. But I thought you’re smarter than this.”

Her words felt like a slap across your face each. Tears stung your eyes as you stood there and listened to your mother tell you how disappointed she was in you and she made you promise that you’d end it right away.

And you tried, you really tried. But you couldn’t keep yourself away from him and he felt the same way. Since then, you’ve been extra cautious and you feel like your mother believed that it was all in the past.

Part of you believed you could go on like this forever, but the closer the wedding was getting, the more you realized that it was doomed from the beginning and the moment you say I do to another man… you’re saying goodbye to Harry.

You can’t expect him to sneak around with you forever, he wants a family, a normal life and you can’t give him any of those, not while being married to Andrew and taking the throne once your father steps down.

Last night you got into a screaming match. The fight escalated fast, mean things were thrown around, everything that’s been building up in the both of you because of the wedding just lashed out until there was nothing else to say. You both knew that was the end, you couldn’t continue it once you married Andrew. You would have never put him through the pain of watching you walk down the aisle when the two of you were still a thing. When you returned to your bedroom last night you were convinced this was the end of it, the heartbreak pulling you into the darkness you’ve been edging for a while now, cutting out the last thing that brought you happiness.

Yet, here you are, padding down the endless hallways of the palace to see him again. You have to be with him, look into his eyes and touch him one last time to remind yourself that there are still good things in life.

When you reach his door you take a few minutes, just standing there, wondering if he even wants to see you after what happened last night and what’s going to happen tomorrow. You never wanted to hurt him, you love him way too much, but the impossible situation you were put into brought it out of you.

Tears dwell in your eyes as you think about a time when he won’t be near you. You can’t imagine a life where he is not there to ease your mind, to keep you safe and not just as his job, but as your lover. Before you could stop yourself you’re sobbing. He can’t see you like this, you won’t cause him even more pain than you already did, so turning around you are just about to run back to your room when the door opens.

“Y/N?” his soft voice calls out and you freeze, a shiver running down your spine as you close your eyes for a moment. You can feel his stare poke through your back as he waits for you to say or do something, probably confused about why you’re here.

Slowly, you turn around, your tear-filled eyes falling upon his tall frame dressed in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, his bare, inked chest falling and rising rhythmically as he stands just a few feet away from you. When he sees the state you’re in, he moves in your direction just when you throw yourself into his arms.

“Shh, it’s going to be alright. Come on, we can’t be out here,” he murmurs as you sob into his neck, his strong arms curling around you, pulling you into his room and shutting the door before anyone could see you.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you sob uncontrollably as Harry pulls you to his bed, making you sit on his lap on the edge of it, keeping you tight to him as he tries to soothe you.

“I know, baby. I know. It’s alright.”

“It’s not!” you choke out, vision completely blurry as you try to catch your breath, but you can’t stop. “I can’t do this, Harry. I don’t want this!”

He exhales sharply, brushing his nose against the side of your head as he presses a kiss to your temple. He lets you cry for as long as you want, the tears slowly stopping and drying up until you're breathing somewhat normally.

"Hey, look at me," he pleads softly and pulls back so his beautiful green eyes meet your red and puffy ones. "I know you feel like it's the end of the world, but you're strong, Y/N. The strongest woman I've ever met."

"I don't want to be strong, not anymore. I want to be selfish and do what I want for once in life," you breathe out shakily.

"I'm sorry you were put in this position, you deserve so much more than this pain. You deserve all the good things in life and I wish I could give it all to you."

"I only want one good thing in my life. You."

Reaching up you cup his face in your hands and pull him down until your salty, tear soaked lips meet his in a painful but fierce kiss.

He tries to hold himself back for a few excruciating moments but then his lips finally open and he returns the kiss with so much passion and emotion that you gasp against his mouth.

If your life ends tomorrow, and it surely feels like that, you want to spend your last free night with the only man you've ever loved.

You move around until you're straddling his lap, his hands keeping you close to him, fingers digging into your flesh through the layers. Shrugging the robe off you reveal your silky nightgown that doesn't leave much to the imagination, your hardened nipples poking through the fabric already, aching to get Harry's attention finally.

His lips move down to the column of your throat, the dip of your neck, trying his hardest not to mark you up the way he truly wants. Your fingers dig into his hair, tugging on the roots enough to make him grunt against your heated skin, his hands moving down to grope your ass and you can't help yourself from grinding against him.

Suddenly, he pulls back, eyes foggy from the desire and lust as his chest heaves.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he breathes out, a torturous grimace plastered across his face.

"Please, I need you!" you beg him, fighting your tears back.

He stares up at you, pink lips slightly swollen from your kisses, his glistening eyes taking in every detail on your face, every blemish and freckle that adorns your features.

"I wish it was all different," he whispers barely audible, you're convinced it wasn't even meant to be heard by you.

Before you could speak up, he kisses you again, pulling you down to the bed, rolling around until he is on top of you, lips traveling down your neck and chest again as his hands bunch up your nightgown. With an arch of your back you help him take it off, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear. His hips settle between your legs, crotch pressing against your heated core, a pleasant moan slips through your lips at the feeling of his erection between your folds as he moves his hips gently a few times to rile you up. He kisses the valley between your breasts, down through your stomach, placing a chaste kiss to your hips on both sides as his fingers hook into your underwear and he looks up at you for your consent before he goes any further.

"Yes! Please!" you nod eagerly and he is quick to rid you from it, leaving you completely naked and spread out in front of his greedy eyes.

"I will never forget how you taste. So sweet on my tongue and lips," he hums, teasing you with a few kisses placed onto your inner thighs before his lips finally meet your throbbing clit, sucking on it gently at first before stepping it up a notch.

"Harry!" you whimper, bunching the sheets in your hands to somehow keep you grounded as Harry's mouth does wonders to you. However as much as you love having his face between your legs, you need it somewhere else now.

Pulling him up you make him climb up over your body, lips eagerly meeting as you work on getting him naked too.

"You're my everything," he breathes out against your lips, hips coming to rest between your thighs once again and you whimper at his words, the aching pain in your chest rising.

"I love you, I will always love you," you whisper looking into his eyes as you hook a leg around his waist, his cock lining up with you finally.

"I love you, Y/N. More than anything," he confesses just as he pushes into you and just like that, you feel like you've become one again, for the last time.

You keep him close as he starts moving, whispering I love you over and over again, his lips nipping on your mouth that's agape from the building relief inside you, a single tear rolling down your cheek as the painful thought snakes into your mind that you will never feel like this ever in your life.

The pleasure reaches you first and Harry chases right after you, tangled in each other's arms as you keep calling out for the other even though you're as close as possible in that moment.

Wrapped up in each other's embrace you lie in bed, the afterwaves of your relief already long gone. You're drawing little patterns onto his bare chest, fingers following the inks on his soft skin as his hand is gently stroking your back and arm, kissing the top of your head from time to time.

"We should just pack up and leave. Never look back," he hums, breaking the comfortable yet heavy silence that took over the room.

You suck on your breath because it's the first time Harry ever mentions the option of running away. It was always you who toyed with the thought as he just nodded along but never really said a word about it. Lifting your head your eyes meet his as a small, sad smile tugs his lips.

"You would do that?"

"I would do anything for you, Y/N," he simply answers and your heart flutters at his words.

"If we actually did it, out life could easily be completely ruined," you say the hard truth. "I could get disowned from my family and denied to have access to any of my heritage. People would judge the both of us everywhere we went, we probably even should leave the country. We would always be the ones who ruined the royal family."

"But we would have each other. Going to another country is actually a good start, I wouldn't mind it."

"I would never be allowed to see my family ever again."

"You mean the people who put you up for living your life in misery?" he retorts without a second thought, so he must have already thought about it before.

"I was born here. No one chose it for me."

"But they are the ones who made you marry someone just for the sake of the country."

"It's a tradition and it's in the law. I can't become queen without a husband."

"And have you ever thought about how it doesn't work the other way around? Your father was already king for almost a decade before he married your mother. So then why should you be forced to have a man by your side before you take the throne? And the council could easily erase the whole law, it was just never proposed because 90 percent of it is men and the handful of women who have the right to change something don't care about the toxic patriarchy that's been around here for hundreds of years."

You knew Harry had doubts about the system and how power is being held and used in the country, but he was always so cautious to keep it to himself, serving your family with nothing but loyalty. You would have never guessed this would be the moment that breaks his silence.

"I could only do something against it if I'm already queen," you speak up. "And for that I need to be married. If I want a better future for the women following me on the throne, I need to make this sacrifice."

"You'll be an amazing queen, Y/N," he softly tells you. "It's a shame you don't get to have the happiness you deserve."

You don't talk about running away after or the wedding. Just bring up your favorite memories from the past years, the first time you met, the time you spent in London and managed to squeeze in a dinner with his mother or the endless nights you talked through, tangled in each other, sharing your dreams and fears, knowing they will always be safe with the other.

You fall asleep in each other's arms, savoring the very last moments you get to spend together before you give up the last bit of your free will.

When Harry wakes in the morning he is alone, only the wrinkled sheets and the empty space next to him reminding him that last night wasn't just a dream, but it will soon turn into one as he is forced to watch you walk down the aisle and marry another man.

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