Harry’s Face Lol😂😂😂😂

Best performance of that night 🥰🥰🥰

I really like this.

could you write something about harry flirting with y/n whose a fan during one of his shows. like maybe she had a sign that caught his attention (like a pick up line or a joke) and then for the rest of the concert he kept staring at her and making little jokes/comments to her.

mint to be

wc: 2.6k

warnings: mild language and really cheesy jokes.

pairing: harry styles x female reader

today is the day.

finally, you’re going to see him.

it won’t be like the pictures viewed from the bright screen of your phone, it’s going to be in person.

you never wake up this early for anything- unless their name begins with harry and ends in styles. it’s exactly 4 am on the dot when you roll up to the venue and the bags under your eyes can prove it.

lining up was a confusing but once the workers started to hand out the wristbands it began to make more sense. according to the first people lined up everyone got a number, and thankfully you got a pretty good one.

once you got back to the hotel, you made sure to take a nap beforehand since it’s going to be a long night. the alarm you set wakes wake you up just in time to be able to get readying eat something without rushing. you shuffle your playlist named ‘my faves’ as you start doing your makeup.

canyon moon begins to play.

your nerves bubble with excitement, and a wide smile breaks out on your face. you truly can’t believe in a mere four hours you’ll be seeing the harry styles sing live tonight.

the outfit you elaborately picked out consists of a matching lilac trouser and blazer set with a matching lace bodysuit peeking out from underneath. you also couldn’t forget the iconic feather boa trend. the black feathery fabric hangs from the back of your neck and softly covers your décolletage. you tug your white hightop converse on your feet (such a y/n thing to do) knowing you wouldn’t survive the night in heels. especially in the pit.

the way you did your makeup makes you skin dewy and glow- the rhinestones that are glued onto your lower lash line shimmer. everything is going according to plan, and you look pretty hot- you can’t lie to yourself.

thankfully, you packed your bag yesterday. hand sanitizer, a few disposable masks, some feminine products, money, gum. anything that would be helpful for you or others around you.

and finally, your sign. not too big that it’ll cover other peoples view from behind you and not too small harry wouldn’t be able to read it.

it was something so cheesy. hopefully he will get a kick out of it and other people will too. you smile as you tuck it under your arm and walk outside to your car.

once the parking is paid for, you line up with the wristband sitting heavily on your wrist.

“this will stay on me until i die.” you think to yourself with a soft laugh.

some other fans in line make small talk with you, which you’re grateful for since you’re by yourself in a city you’re unfamiliar with.

finally, the general admission line begins to move. slowly but surely. the employees in the front are checking for your vaccination status or negative covid test. you get your information ready so you’re not fumbling around for it.

they briefly look over it before scanning the ticket your phone and looking at your wristband. quickly, they send you on your way to follow the rest of the long line down to the pit.

the arena is huge. you stare up at the ceiling, the eight ginormous screens hanging from the ceiling face the crowd in all directions. paranoid thoughts wander into your mind, “oh god, what if they fall?” but you knew they had to be secure.

the line stops as another venue employee directs people into their spots. they point to the barricade for everyone to line up.

no way. you’re getting barricade. your hand grips the metal so tight that your knuckles turn white. obviously, you were going to get it because you have lane one tickets and you woke up so fucking early, but reality is setting in and you’re so nervous.

the venue begins filling up pretty quickly, you watch people scramble into their seats from lower bowl all the way to the nosebleeds. jenny lewis plays a few songs before she tangos with a person dressed as a dog off the stage.

the music starts to play. it’s like a giant room full of old and new friends. everyone sings along to david bowie, olivia by one direction, bohemian rhapsody, and countless of other classic songs on the playlist harry must’ve curated.

the energy is so positive, everyone is so happy to be here. you couldn’t be more excited.

the iconic, but nerve wracking guitar strings begin to strum loudly over your head; sweet thang by shuggie otis.

the whole room roars with screams as the lights dim. spotlights fly around, almost blinding you as it hits a certain angle toward your face.

no way. no way. no fucking way. the band is walking on stage.

your eyes widen as this moment truly sets in. niji, sarah, ny oh, elin, pauli, and last but not least mitchell rowland.

golden starts briefly. the bunnies flash on the screen. you scream so loud and jump along with the people beside you.

“to do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it.”

the girl next to you is completely sobbing, her tears soaking her mask, practically drowning herself with the wet fabric.

the chime starts again and the bunnies flash.

“to do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.”

your eyes dart around as you struggle to hear what the man is saying next.

suddenly you see something rising from the center of the stage. the screams become louder than ever.

“oh my god!” you exclaim so loud as his fluffy brown head of hair is highlighted by a spotlight.

the girl next to you grips your arm out of pure excitement and you grab her hand for moral support. “oh my god! it’s really him!” you screech as he starts to sing along to golden. “i know! oh my god! it’s him!” she repeats over a few times.

you jump in unison with the people around you, screaming and throwing your hands in the air. he smiles as his eyes dart around, his lips pressing into his microphone. you can see his dimples from where you’re at.

he sings through golden as he walks around the stage, waving to fans and completely making everyone lose their sanity.

the song ends and he transitions into carolina.

this can’t be real.

as you dance like no one is watching, you raise and wave your hands as he comes around to your side of the stage.

shit, the sign!

you quickly pick it up to raise it in the air, his eyes immediately catch it. his eyebrows knit together in the middle, and he chuckles during his line and shakes his head. harry LAUGHED at your sign.

he finishes his verse, the music still playing behind him. “i’ll be back.” he says to you, loud enough so you could barely hear his voice over the music.

shock runs through your veins and you nod your head vigorously at him. he continues to dance and perform around the diamond shaped stage.

you let the sign hang over the front of the barricade so it wouldn’t get stomped on, one hand holds it in place as the other pumps your fist into the air while you dance.

he skips around the stage, blowing kisses to people and then carolina ends.

“thank you so much! our job for the next ninety-something minutes is to entertain you. i promise i will do my very best, but you also have one job and that is to have as much fun as you possibly can have.“ he continues his speech, but it’s so hard to hear over the screams.

he makes his way with his mic to your side of the stage again, “but before we continue, i would love to acknowledge this sign.” he stops in front of you, and your whole body heats up. “may i read it?”

“yes!” you shout at him and nod again to make sure he knows it’s okay.

he chuckles again as he raises the mic to his mouth, his laugh reverberates throughout the whole venue. he shakes his head as he rests his hand on his hip, “if you were a vegetable, you’d be a ‘cute-cumber’.” the crowd screams and laughs along with him.

you can’t help but laugh too, realizing how bad it really is. “wow that’s bad. that’s a real bugger.” he laughs again, making everyone scream.

“but i like it. thank you. what’s your name?” he bows his head toward you, his infamous smirk curving its way onto his lips. “y/n!” you scream out.

it seems as if he’s about to walk away, but he slyly turns around to face you again, “then y/n, you must be a banana, because i find you very a-peeling.” he winks in your direction, making all the air seize in your lungs. he walks away from your side of the stage with a cocky grin on his face.

the person behind you grips your shoulders as you stare up at harry. “oh my god.” you wheeze out in astonishment. the people around you are shouting in your face. you’re hoping someone got it on camera.

adore you then picks up right after that, he does his little shimmy right in front of you. is he favoring this side of the stage?

his eyes catch yours again, a small subtle smile forms on his lips as he sings. a rush of confidence burns through you as you blow him a kiss.

his eyes widen with theatrical surprise as he grabs the kiss from the air and shoves it in his back pocket. this man is going to be the death of you.

you watch as he glides from one side of the catwalk all the way down to the other side. you can’t help but feel crazy as he continuously glances at you while he’s running around.

then you see anthony pham, he’s clicking away as he’s taking pictures of harry in action. the photographer stops in front of you as harry comes around to your side once more, singing directly to you, or maybe he’s singing to anthony. it feels like the few seconds of him singing is passing by in slow motion.

everyone around you has their phone up, videoing and taking pictures of the scene unfolding in front of you. there is no way you’d hold up your phone and let it ruin this moment. you’ll be able to rewatch it somewhere tonight.

everything is so real about him. the green in eyes, the way his cheeks are flushed pink, the little brown curl hanging in his eyes as he bends slightly at the waist toward the pit.

then suddenly, he’s gone once again as he happily skips around the stage to entertain the rest of his fans.

you let out a breath you weren’t aware of holding. the people around you are screaming in disbelief,

“i can’t believe he just did that!”

“you are so lucky!”

“holy f&$!ing sh*t!”

harry must’ve known he stirred everyone up with his little charming display for you. throughout the concert, he innocently glances over at you but hasn’t interacted with you in a while. you can’t help but feel a bit bummed. even though you know you shouldn’t since you just had the best experience of your life.

the concert passes by so quickly, almost like every song is two seconds long. you beam at the angelic man singing on the stage.

the way he bounces around like he drank five energy drinks before performing makes you smile.

he speeds through the songs on his album, as well as the banana song and takes a break to go under the stage.

you make sure to record and snap pictures whenever he’s close to your side again. you hope you caught a picture of him staring at you again. just so you can reminisce later on, and also for bragging rights (and probably for your lock screen too).

during watermelon sugar, he jogs up to your side of the stage again. it makes your heart skip a beat as he stops at the mic stand directly in front of you.

he looks out into the crowd, waving as he sings and smiling. he’s so happy. his eyes follow the crowd in the pit down to you in the front, his hand reaches out to wiggle his fingers to wave.

you can’t help but grin so wide. he can’t see your smile from behind your mask but he can read your eyes.

your hand reaches out toward his, knowing it won’t reach but it’s the thought that counts.

the shutters of a camera catch your attention as you whip your head toward the sound. anthony pham back at it once again. this time with a mischievous smile on his face. you wonder if this moment will be posted on his social media later.

the rest of the concert flashes by and soon it’s time to say goodbye. before the last few songs, harry says his long speech about how grateful he is and how he loves to perform for his fans.

you can’t help but let your eyes fill up with tears from how proud you are of him. you practically grew up with him, following him since his early one direction days.

the insanity of kiwi begins. the flashing white and red lights and the amount of people jumping in the stadium makes the floor shake.

an insane idea pops into your head as you push your way out of the crowd to the back of the pit. you grip your sign as you weave and bob through the scattered people.

you watch as he does a smooth spin and then runs down the catwalk waving goodbye to everyone and blowing kisses. he trots down the stairs toward his bodyguards below, swiftly grabbing his black mask to put on his face and then running with them to the exit.

you grip the metal barrier that separates you from walking backstage with him.

he catches your eyes one last time as he runs past, then screeches to a halt in the hallway leading to the VIP area, almost getting toppled over by the large men around him. he reaches into his back pocket to grab your invisible kiss and press it to his cheek with a cheeky grin.

“you’re going to give me a heart attack, harry!” you scream so loud that your voice cracks.

he just chuckles and shakes his head, “i’m sorry!” he shouts back with a shrug as he jogs backward before spinning back around and disappearing down the corridor.

the band quickly exits a few minutes after him and some fans are already leaving to make sure they beat traffic.

your sign hangs limply in your hand, pure exhaustion is finally hitting you as you slump to the feather ridden sticky floor. all this preparation and it felt like it was over in a few minutes.

“psst.” something sounds from above your head. you let your head fall back to look up.

the photographer again? “hey. do you mind standing up for me really quick?”

you slowly rise to your feet, gripping the rail tightly so your wobbly legs wouldn’t give out.

anthony hands you a sharpie, “write your number on your sign and give it to me.”

your eyes widen like a deer in headlights. you go completely still. “what? why?” you question, but you've already turned your sign over and began to scribble it down.

“just for business purposes.” but there’s a hidden sound in his voice. almost sarcasm or a stretch of the truth.

you hand over the sign with a confused look, but before you could say anything else he thanks you and jogs backstage with everyone else. what just happened?

before you could ponder on that thought some more, you force your body to gain enough energy to shuffle out to your car, the feeling of cool night air on your face makes you feel a little bit more awake. you shuffle your sad music playlist as you drive back to the hotel, knowing you’re going to crash as soon as you make it through the door.

the soft bed envelopes your worn out body and you blindly reach for your makeup wipes on the nightstand. suddenly, a ding sounds from your phone and you wildly scramble for the device plugged into the wall.

it’s an unsaved number. is it anthony, maybe? your thumb swipes up on your screen to unlock it, typing in your passcode faster than you ever had before. your heart drops into your stomach, your gut wrenches and twists from the familiar writing. 

unknown sender: Hi, guess who.

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A/N: hi!! hope you liked this bc i honestly really enjoyed writing it. sorry for the little cliff hanger, just let your mind wander a bit heheh.

OMG. I love this story. It is so good 😀😀😀

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❤️A/N: happy v-day my lovelies!! this is my bouquet of roses for you and its also part of @thebigbutterflytattoo 's writing challenge, it's an enemies to lovers and i hope it will bring you all some joy whether you spend/spent it with your partner or alone!

❤️PAIRING: neighbor!Harry X Reader

❤️WARNING: smoking🍃, smut

❤️SUMMARY: Your neighbor keeps getting on your nerves and you hate him for that but you hate how good-looking he is even more.

❤️WORD COUNT: 9.1k

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Harry Styles is ruining your life. And he decided to do that by moving in next door.

As you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, you try to keep your cool while the wall you share with his apartment vibrates from the bass of the song he is playing on the other side, a lot louder than he should at midnight. It doesn’t matter that it’s a Friday, you don’t have weekends, working as a waitress you can’t even remember a day when you had a Saturday off.

You have a ten hour shift tomorrow as well and you need all the sleep you can get, but the smug British guy on the other side of the wall is making it impossible. He started slamming his music at around nine. That wasn’t a too unreasonable time so you let it slide and waited. And waited and then waited some more and when you went to bed at eleven it was still blasting. Now it’s been an hour of trying to shut it out and sleep, but it’s not happening and you are not planning to lie awake all night long or at least until Harry decides he’s had his fun.

“This fucking… man!” you groan, kicking the covers off of yourself as you march over to your wardrobe and grab a hoodie before heading out of your apartment and right over to his front door.

The music can be heard even out in the hallway too and you wonder how the people above and below him are not using their minds. Oh right, he is living above Mrs. Fowler who is basically entirely deaf, she never hears when you say hello to her in the elevator and then above him lives Holly, who is a stripper so she is at work right now, not present to hear the concert Harry is putting on.

You ring the bell next to his door, but you don’t actually hear it ringing so it probably doesn’t work, just like yours. Groaning you ball your hand into a fist and start banging on the door, hoping he’ll hear it through the music. It takes a few tries for him to notice and the music finally stops, footsteps echoing in his hallway before the door flies open and you lay your eyes on him.

He is an asshole, or he has been one to you since the beginning for sure. He is always moody and never holds the elevator when he sees you coming into the building. You keep finding his mail in your mailbox and you’re starting to think that he is giving out your address on purpose just to piss you off.

But god damn it, he is so hot! Especially shirtless, like right now. His grey sweatpants are hanging low on his hips, that happy trail leading down under the fabric catches your attention more than you’d like. Those stupid tattoos look so fucking sexy on him, you want to lick them, but then you see the smug smirk on his face and even though he is undoubtedly handsome, you want to punch him right now.

“If it isn’t 3C, how can I help you in this ungodly hour?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze shamelessly running up and down your body. The hoodie covers your upper body pretty well, but your cotton shorts are putting your legs fully on display.

“Oh, so you know it’s an ungodly hour! So then why the fuck are you having a whole ass Tomorrow Land in your apartment this time of the day?” you grit through your teeth, folding your arms on your chest as you shift your weight to one leg. Harry purses his lips, but he doesn’t seem surprised at your accusation.

“Was it too loud? I didn’t know, no one else came to complain.”

“Because it’s just the two of us on this level and your lower neighbor hears absolutely nothing while your upper neighbor is a fucking ghost in the night. Would you turn it down? I’m trying to sleep. I have work tomorrow.”

“Mrs. Fowler is not deaf, Y/N. That’s very rude to say.”

“I’m pretty sure the last thing she heard was the announcement in the radio that World War II is over.”

Harry lets out a belly laugh, flashing you his bunny teeth and fucking hell, even imperfections look good on this man!

“I would tell you to watch what you say about her, but you’re right, she doesn’t hear shit. So, what can I help you with exactly?”

“Are you dumb? Turn the fucking music down,” you tell him and without waiting for an answer, you turn around and head back to your apartment, but Harry calls after you.

“Is you little boyfriend not fucking you right? You’ve been so cranky lately.”

“Shut the fuck up, you can’t even get a woman to be in the same room with you willingly!” you snap back before shutting the door closed behind you.

As you get back to bed you fear that your comment just riled him up even more and he won’t stop the concert, but luckily you only hear silence.

“I’m sorry, baby. But you know how important this project is.”

Duke sighs on the other end of the call as you push the door to your building open, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder.

“I know, I’m just bummed I can’t see you tonight either,” you tell him with a pout as you walk up to the mailboxes, looking for your key on your keychain.

“I’ll make it up to you this weekend, okay? Just you and me, you’ll have me all to yourself.”

“Alright, that sounds like a great plan,” you chuckle, biting into your bottom lip.

“I gotta go, I’ll text you later. Love you!”

“Love you too,” you sigh before ending the call.

Reaching your floor you are about to just simply get inside, but something averts you as soon as you approach your door.

“Fucking… Harry,” you grumble under your breath when you see your doormat all muddy and dirty when his is practically untouched.

It had to be him, when you left your doormat was nice and clean and no one has been in your place since then. The asshole must have used yours just to keep his perfect. Stepping to his door you bang on his door in annoyance.

“Keep your fucking dirt away from my doormat!” you scream before marching right into your home, not even waiting whether he is home and heard your message or not.

Duke canceling tonight gets you a bit crankier and you want nothing else than to just have a relaxing bath and go to bed without a care in the world. You do some quick cleaning while the water is running, fogging up your tiny bathroom and you scroll on Netflix to put on a show from your tablet while soaking the long day away, but your bubble is quick to pop when the familiar thumping of music starts pulsating through the walls you share with Harry’s apartment and it’s the last straw.

You’ve complained to him way too many times before about listening to music too loud and you’re convinced he is doing it on purpose now, knowing you’re home after you banged on his door about the muddy doormat. This man is out to get on your nerves and you will not let him get away with it.

It feels like he enjoys having you kicking his door every other day so this time you choose a different way of letting him know he is being disrespectful. The apartments in the building are not too spacious but there’s one big perk for them: the balconies. They are designed in a way that the partition between the two apartments doesn’t run all the way along, it turns into the railing before making a turn to the front of it so it gives you a nice little peephole to your neighbor’s balcony. And this time you’ll use it as your entrance to Harry’s place.

Without a warning, you march out to your balcony and with easy, you climb over to Harry’s. He’s got two mismatched chairs and a tiny table out there with an empty ashtray and you remember all the times you smelled the weed coming from his place.

The sliding door is wide open thanks to the oddly warm day today so you can walk into his home with no hustle. It’s exactly like yours, just mirrored, but his interior is a whole different universe than yours. It’s so obvious a guy is living here, he has a lot of mismatched furniture inside, quite chaotic but definitely fitting for his style. He’s got the speakers that are blasting the music right now too but he also has a record player with a massive amount of Vinyl records stacked. You almost forget about what you’re here for and start going through his collection, curious about what records he loves so much he bought them, but when you hear his singing coming from the bedroom you remember the mission.

Walking over to the speaker, you simply turn it down to a reasonable volume and then just stand there, waiting for him to realize what happened.

“What the—“ you hear him followed by his steps until he walks out of his bedroom, both of you shocked to see the other.

Him because you basically just broke into his apartment to lower the volume of his music and you because… he is wearing nothing else than just a towel that hangs dangerously low on his tattooed hips, that teasing line of hair running down his lower stomach and disappearing underneath the towel, urging you to fantasize about what he’s hiding there. His hair is damp and water drops are running down his chest and your thoughts are running wild for a second.

“What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” he snaps and though he tries to sound angry, you can hear the amusement in his tone.

“I told you a million times to keep it down. You’re not the only person living here,” you simply tell him, folding your arms on your chest.

“And how exactly did you get in here?” he asks, tilting his head to the side and you’re having a hard time keeping your wandering eyes up at his face when he is practically naked in front of you.

“I have a key,” you tell him and watch the confusion etch through his stupid handsome face. “I climbed through the balcony, you idiot!” you roll your eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about doing that before.”

“I have, plenty of times, hoping to find you dancing around naked in your living room,” he smirks at you smugly.

“Creep.”

“I’m not the one who actually broke into someone’s apartment,” he defends himself holding his hands up and your eyes snap down to the towel that seems to loosen in the motion and Harry definitely catches the stolen look.

“Whatever. Keep the volume down or next time I’ll call the cops on you and I’m sure the weed you keep around here would interest them enough to give you a hard time.”

Heading back out to the balcony you’re climbing over the railing again as Harry appears at the sliding door, watching you maneuver your way over to your place with a grin on his face.

“I’ll leave the door open for the night. Feel free to come over if your boyfriend doesn’t fuck you right. I’m sure I can make you scream,” he winks as you land on your own balcony and you shoot him a narrow-eyed look and ignore the reaction his words caused in your body, not giving him the satisfaction to know his dirty talking definitely gets you going.

“Keep on dreaming, Styles,” you tell him before disappearing from his view and as you get into your living room you make sure to lock the door in case he might decide to visit you too.

Duke is late. He had some last minute emergency at work so now the dinner you made will be cold by the time he gets to your place. You try not to be mad, it wasn’t his fault, but he’s been so absent lately it rubs on you the worst way possible.

You cover everything and blow the candle out you lit just to set the mood and pulling a hoodie on you head out of your apartment to climb up to the top of the building and blow out some steam on the roof, your favorite secret spot. Chewing on your bottom lip you’re typing away on your phone replying to one of your friends as you push the heavy door leading out to the roof without even looking around so you don’t notice that you’re not the only one up here.

“Are you following me?”

Harry’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and as you look up from the screen you see him sitting on one of the massive pipes running close to the edge, your favorite place to sit because you have a great view of the city from there, but apparently it’s not yours only.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was taken,” you sighs, already turning around to go back down when he calls after you.

“I think this roof is big enough for the two of us, you don’t have to leave,” he says and when you turn to face him again you realize he is smoking a joint. You ponder going back to your apartment or staying and decide you’ll give this a chance so you walk over to him, sitting down to the pipe as you stare out ahead of you, the rumble of the city surrounding the two of you as Harry silently keeps smoking. He holds out the joint for you.

“No thanks,” you say, but not because you don’t smoke, you just don’t want to be stoned when Duke finally arrives. You spend so little time with him, you don’t want to mess it up.

“You seem tense,” he comments as he brings the joint back to his lips, taking another long drag before the thick smoke dances out through his lips.

“Mm, shocker,” you mumble.

“Want to talk about it?”

“With you?” you scoff. “What makes you think I want to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. I’m high and you didn’t curse me out in the past three minutes. Thought I would shoot my shot,” he chuckles, taking another hit before putting it out in the ashtray you saw on his balcony earlier. At least he doesn’t leave his ash all around the roof.

“I only curse you out when you deserve it.”

“So… every time you see me?” he grins and you hate how good it looks on him.

“Because you piss me off every time I see you!” you defend yourself, making the both of you laugh.

“It’s your fault, you make it so funny,” he shakes his head, staring out ahead of him.

“What? How is it my fault?” you gasp.

“I love that prissy face you make whenever you give me a lecture. As if you were the fucking prime minister or something.”

“Wow, thanks, good to know,” you huff, but you don’t take it to your heart, not this time. It’s all just fun and games.

“I let my balcony door open the other day, but I’m disappointed you didn’t come visit me again,” he smirks peeking at you.

“And I locked mine in case you got funny ideas,” you tell him, making him laugh.

“I didn’t think of it, but I should definitely try it out sometime. Raid your fridge, take a bath and then go home.”

“Not gonna happen,” you scoff. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling it out you see a text from Duke.

DUKE: Can’t make it baby, I’m sorry!! I’ll make it up to you I promise! Xx

“Fucking… great,” you growl and shove the phone back into your pocket without answering the text.

“What happened?”

“Just… my boyfriend can’t make it,” you mumble under your breath, watching the twinkling lights of the city in front of you.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but your boyfriend is a total douche,” Harry huffs, rolling his head around to crack his neck.

“You don’t even know him.”

“I know enough about him.”

“What do you mean?”

“A friend of mine works with him, I’ve heard things about him and he doesn’t seem too delightful,” he chuckles, playing around with the rip on his jeans at his knee. “He is like a total flirt with everyone, did you know that?”

“What?” you breathe out confused.

“He like, keeps sweet talking to women at the office, always flirting with someone. I’ve seen it myself actually. I dropped off a package for my friend and your little boyfriend was sitting on the desk of some secretary and they were definitely more than just friendly.”

“Where is this coming from? You saw just one little thing and you’re so quick to assume you know everything!”

Anger is rising in your guts, but not because Harry is shit talking Duke, no. It’s because deep down you know it’s entirely possible that he is telling you the truth, but you will not admit that to him.

“I just told you my opinion, no need to get so mad,” Harry scoffs.

“Your opinion about others is always so fucking negative. You see someone and assume you know everything about them.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?” he chuckles in confusion. You jump to your feet, the sudden urge to get away from him burning in your chest. His honesty is just way too much for you at the moment.

“You. I’m talking about you and your big mouth that just loves to talk about others when you’re just as problematic as the ones you judge.”

“I’m not judging, I just told you what I saw. Don’t take it like a fucking attack.”

“I’ll take it however I fucking want to! I don’t need you criticizing me or my relationship!” you snap and head towards the exit, wanting to get off of that roof as fast as possible.

“Get the fucking stick out of your ass, Y/N! And open your eyes for once! That asshole is using you, but you know what? It’s none of my business, you’re right! Go and jump on his dick when he is fucking like a dozen other women too!” Harry calls after you and for a moment you debate turning back and punching him in the face, that would serve you peace or at least some fun, but instead, you just leave and march back to your apartment.

As much as you told yourself Harry was just trying to get on your nerves with what he said about Duke, he definitely got the gears turning in your head and brought your paranoia out. Duke really has been spending a lot of time doing extra work, apparently, and you never questioned if it was the truth but after your little chat with Harry on the roof, you can’t help but wonder if something has been going on behind your back.

Curled up on your couch, the two of you are now watching a movie, he finally made time to be with you and he’s been super sweet, he brought you flowers and ice-cream to make up for all the time he had to miss with you but it just got your suspicion even higher.

Is he trying to make up for something else? Is he trying to butter you up so you don’t ask him what he’s been up to lately?

You hate yourself for doubting him but you hate Harry even more for bringing it to your attention. You were fine living in oblivion, why did he have to break your bubble?

“Let’s have a break, I need to use the bathroom,” he gets up from beside you, his warm body peeling away from yours as he pauses the movie and walks into your bathroom. You’re just sitting there patiently waiting for him to return when his phone buzzes on the couch, it’s been laying on his other side, screen facing downwards. Pursing your lips you stare at the device, practically burning a hole into it until you find yourself snatching it up and unlocking it. He doesn’t know you know his code and you never intended to use it but your anxiety has brought the worst out of you.

You see red instantly when you pull down the notification bar and see his latest message from someone named “G”.

G: I promise ;) miss you, can’t wait for next weekend Xx

There is no stopping from there, you open the message thread and start reading it completely ignoring how you’re violating his privacy, but it doesn’t matter when he’s been dirty talking with other women behind your back. And when you see nudes popping up on the screen, you lose it completely.

You hear him flush the toilet when you go back to his other messages and see at least three more from women saved as just one single letter, but the moment you scroll in the conversation you see more and more nudes and intimate texts popping up in front of your eyes.

“Alright, I’m back and—“

“Get the fuck out of my place,” you snap at him jumping to your feet as you throw his phone at him. Unfortunately, his reflexes are good enough that he catches it so you do no damage to him or his phone.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he raises his phone with wide eyes that keep switching between you and his phone in his hand.

“I said get the fuck out, Duke! Before I fucking smash something on your head!” you scream at him but he doesn’t listen and tries to get closer to you, which you don’t want so you move away, keeping the couch between the two of you as a barrier. Not sure if it’s for him or for you just yet. “Go and fuck all those sluts in your phone! I don’t want to see you again!”

“Babe, I can explain, okay? Just let me—“

“I don’t want to hear it! Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! I don’t want you here or in my life!”

“Y/N, you are acting crazy. Let’s just sit down and talk!”

“I’m not fucking crazy! You are if you think I want to even be in the same room as you ever again!”

You’re desperate to get rid of him so climbing over the couch you start pushing him towards the door while he keeps trying to resist you and get a hold of you, but you shake his hands off every time they make contact with your arms or shoulders.

“Stop fucking pushing me! What’s wrong with you?! You’re being very childish, let’s just have—“

“GET OUT!” You scream when you finally reach the front door and opening it you’re trying to push him out, but he is too strong, he just keeps pushing back and getting farther away from the door, the panic rising inside of you.

“Don’t fucking scream at me, Y/N. You have no idea what—“ He doesn’t get to finish his threat, because he gets pulled away from you violently and it takes a few seconds to realize what’s happening.

Harry has barged into your place and he now has Duke by the collar of his shirt, dragging him out of your apartment as your cheater (now ex) boyfriend is trying to wiggle his way out of Harry’s hold, but it seems like your neighbor is stronger than you thought.

“Get the fuck out of here before I call the cops on you! Did you not hear her scream at you?” Harry barks as he pushes Duke out to the hallway with one swift movement.

“What the—“ Duke gasps, completely feral over the fact that he was thrown, as if you haven’t just found out he’s been cheating on you. “Who do you think you are?!”

“The one who will beat the shit out of you if I see you here again. Now leave!” Harry shouts before shutting the door closed, trapping Duke outside while he and you are inside.

Harry turns around and you’re just standing there completely frozen and in shock, barely processing what just happened. He slowly walks closer but makes sure to keep some distance between the two of you in case you freak out.

“Hey, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” he asks and you’ve never heard him sound so soft and gentle. The shock is tightening your chest and tears are forming in the corners of your eyes as you finally lift your gaze to meet his. Before you could even stop yourself or think about what you’re doing, you close the gap between you and him and hug him so tight you’re crushing him, but he doesn’t complain. Instead, he wraps his arms around you, running his hands up and down your back as he holds you in his arms securely.

“It’s alright. He’s gone. And if he ever comes back I will break his arm,” he mumbles and you laugh through your tears, sniffling your nose as you try to slow your wildly beating heart down.

Harry makes you sit on the couch and he disappears for a bit to make you a tea, the warm drink definitely soothing your raging mind. He sits beside you, his eyes filled with worry as he eyes every move you make.

“You were right,” you mumble, avoiding to look at him as you talk, feeling like a complete idiot. “I saw at least four text threads with different women in his phone and they were definitely not friendly.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it.”

“I should have listened to you, but… I just didn’t want to believe someone would do this to me. I was so fucking stupid…”

“Don’t beat yourself for something that asshole did. It wasn’t your fault, alright? He’s a piece of shit,” Harry growls shaking his head.

“He had the fucking nerve to call me crazy,” you tell him, now replaying the moments before Duke got thrown out. “He was cheating on me with several women and I was crazy for being upset, how does that make sense?”

“It doesn’t,” he chuckles. “He’s a prick.”

“And now I’ll be single on Valentine’s Day, cool. I was already making plans for the two of us, but I guess I’ll just mope around here,” you sigh, letting your head fall back against the back of the couch.

“That’s what worries you the most?” Harry chuckles.

“What? It hurts! I fucking hate being alone on Valentine’s Day!” you gasp dramatically, though you know it sounds ridiculous, but it does bother you.

“Alright, then if that’s your biggest concern, I’ll take you out.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening.

“We’re gonna have a night out on Valentine’s Day, have some fun and forget about your asshole ex.”

“Don’t you have some girl to take out?”

“Weren’t you the one who said no woman wants to be in the same room as me? Why do you think then that I have someone to take out?” he asks with a sly grin and you roll your eyes at him.

“That was just a joke.”

“I know,” he smirks. “But our plan still stands. We’ll let lose a bit.”

He keeps his word. When Valentine’s Day comes in just a few days, he shows up at your door dressed in a simple red flannel and black jeans while you chose a fully black outfit for yourself just to reflect how you truly feel about the holiday. Because all lovely couples go to restaurants and romantic places, you decide to spend the night where single people go: a nightclub.

It’s been three days since you’ve became single and you’ve seen Harry more than in the one year you’ve been neighbors. He’s checked in on you every day and even helped you running errands. He said he needed to get some stuff done for himself too, but it very much seemed like he just wanted to keep you company and it’s the sweetest thing he has ever done for you. You even sat on the roof together one time without any of you cussing the other out.

Now as you push your way into the loud club, Harry’s hand holding yours so he doesn’t lose you in the crowd, you can’t help but wonder how you would have never guessed this is how you’d be spending Valentine’s Day just about a week ago.

Harry orders two shots for each of you and a long drink to chase them down and you happily chug down the drinks, eager to feel the alcohol burning away the pain your ex caused you.

“Damn, we should have done this when you moved in!” you chuckle after another shot, your head starting to feel dizzy.

“Oh, come on, you would have never gone out with me anywhere!” Harry barks out a laugh as you grab your beer and move away from the bar. “You’ve hated my guts since day one!”

“I only hated you because you made me hate you!” you defend yourself, his grin widening as he stares down at you over his beer.

“I was just being playful, but you took it to your heart and decided you hated me.”

“You kept getting on my nerves, that’s not too playful.”

“What, you never heard that when guys like you they annoy you?” he cocks his head to the side and your smile falls as you stare back at him.

“You like me?”

“You mean, did I have an instant crush on the hot girl living next door? Absolutely. But it seemed like she hated my guts so all I had left is to annoy her and have her banging on my door every other day, shouting my hair off,” he admits chuckling.

“Shut up!” you giggle. “I thought you were fit too.”

“Really?” he smirks smugly and as someone moves past you, you get pushed against him, a small gasp slipping through your lips, Harry’s free hand coming to your lower back to steady you.

“Yeah, with your stupid handsome face and sexy tattoos, it always got me even angrier that I wanted you in my bedroom whenever you pissed me off with something.”

“You should have just asked, baby,” he grins and you bite your bottom lip, busying yourself with your beer.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move to the dance floor, the DJ is playing old hit songs and you’re having a blast, loving how everyone around you is just having a great time with friends or the new people they just met, not even one lovey-dovey couple in sight.

Harry is a great dancer, honestly. He doesn’t care what others might think, he just busts whatever move he wants and you’re having the time of your life. It’s not even the alcohol you consumed but Harry himself that got you forget about all the shit you had to deal with.

And now you feel like an idiot for being so mean to him all this time.

The crowd goes crazy when Time Of My Life comes on from the iconic Dirty Dancing movie, every girl is screaming and even the guys are swaying along to the song happily.

“I fucking love this song!” you scream over the music and Harry’s grin widens as the two of you move along with the crowd.

“Want to do the move?”

“What move?”

“You know, the lifting!” he says, motioning with his hands as if he was holding something up above his head.

“What? Are you crazy?” you laugh.

“Just the right amount! Come on, let’s do it!” he claps and tries to make some space for the two of you, shouting at people to move back as you watch him with amusement. “Okay, let’s do it! I’ll catch you!” he shouts and everyone around you is starting to get curious about what’s happening, some of them even pulling their phone out.

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t! Trust me!”

Your rationality is telling you not to do it, but you shove it to the back of your mind as you back away from him, creating some space for yourself to run towards him. Harry steadies himself, hands ready to catch you and when the right moment in the song comes, you leap forward.

You squeal when you jump and Harry lifts you up above his head, your legs moving around as you try to find balance, only focusing on Harry’s face that’s watching you so you don’t get too dizzy. You hear the crowd around you scream and clap as you finally straighten your legs out, a deep laughter coming from your belly as you get lost in this pure, joyous moment.

Slowly, he eases you down back to your feet, your chest pushed against him, his hands remain on your hips as you run your palms up over his chest to the base of his neck, your gaze wandering down to his delicious pink lips and you catch his eyes flickering down to yours as well.

“Do you want to go home?” you offer with a small smirk and leaning closer you place a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. He nods eagerly and taking your head he makes his way out of the club, pulling you after him, keeping you close in the sea of people.

When you finally make it outside, the two of you climb into a taxi and head home, getting a little handsy in the backseat. He circles an arm around you, his fingers dancing on your ribs as you lean against his side, hands on his thigh, gradually moving higher as you get closer to your building. Harry presses a kiss to your hairline and your eyes meet, the lights of the city flickering through his face as the car drives down the almost empty streets. A lazy smile tugs on his lips you want to taste so badly and just as you push yourself up, your nose nudging his, your lips almost brushing against his, the car stops and the driver announces that you’ve arrived.

Harry pays for the ride and you climb out of the car, hand in hand making your way up to your floor and you don’t hesitate before tugging Harry towards your door. He teasingly takes your keys out of your hand and as you press your back against your front door, he pushes up against you, blindly unlocking the door, but when you hear the lock clicking, you don’t move just yet, instead, you grab the back of his head and finally smash your lips against his.

You both moan at the same time, the long anticipated kiss is finally happening and you’re ready to devour him entirely.

Kicking the door open you stumble into your place, tangled together and giggling as you keep your lips locked and once the front door is closed, Harry wastes no time picking you up into his arms and carrying you into your bedroom. He makes you sit on the end of the bed and he stands close to you, taking your face in his palms as he runs his thumb across your cheeks. You snake your arms around his waist and under his shirt so you can feel the warmth of his skin under your touch, it makes you lose your head almost instantly.

“I want to make you feel good, Y/N. So good like your scumbag ex never did,” he murmurs and leaning down he kisses you passionately.

“That won’t be hard,” you sigh against his lips and he stops, giving you a puzzled look, so you elaborate. “He made me cum like… five times in five months,” you admit, feeling your cheeks and ears heating up.

“Wait, what? Five times in five months?”

“Yeah…” you breathe out chewing on your bottom lip.

“That’s… Y/N how the fuck did you not break up with him earlier?”

“Hey, it’s harder for some women, it might not be entirely his fault,” you shrug, but Harry is not at all satisfied with your answer.

“It was his fault and I’m gonna prove it to you. I’ll make you come three times tonight and the two times in the morning to show you he was just a piece of shit,” he growls before attacking your lips again, pushing back on the bed so he can crawl on top of you.

His words alone got your underwear drenched, but the way his hips press against yours as his tongue dominates yours, you almost come on the spot just from that. He covers your jawline and neck with hungry, sloppy kisses as his hands work up your top and he is quick to pull it off of you, your lacy black bra now mesmerizing him as he stares down at your heaving chest.

“Fuck, I have a confession,” he breathes out while you start unbuttoning his shirt, eager to get him out of it.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“I saw you once in your window only in your underwear.”

“What?” you chuckle, finally finishing with his buttons and you drag the shirt off of him as he starts explaining himself.

“I was coming home and it was already dark outside, you had the lights on but you forgot to draw the curtains in. You were wearing a pink bra and white panties, washing your teeth, I almost came in my pants just seeing you.”

“And why are you telling me this now?” you laugh, finding his word vomiting quite hilarious.

“I don’t know, you’re making me go crazy I guess,” he admits before he puts his lips into good use again, kissing you hard and he grinds his hips against yours, his bulge pressing against your needy core and you can’t help but cry out from the sensation.

“I wanted to tear your towel off of you when I climbed into your place the other day,” you confess too when he kisses down your chest, his hands kneading your breasts as he licks and bites the swell of them.

“You should have. I wanted to fuck you so badly,” he mumbles against your hot skin, one hand moving to your back to unclasp your bra and a moment later he has full access to your breasts.

“Oh fuck! Harry!” you whine as he gently bites your pebbled nipple and tugs on it, the slight pain just adding to the rush you’re going through.

“Let me see just how wet you are for me,” he mumbles as he kisses your stomach moving down your body, quick to undo your pants and tug them off of you, leaving you in only your lacy panties that match your bra, though that’s already somewhere on the floor.

Harry kisses your cunt through the fabric and you moan so loud, if he was in his bedroom he would definitely hear you, but he is right here, between your legs. He rids you of the last piece of clothes and there you are, lying completely naked in front of your hot neighbor who you hated just a week ago.

“Tell me, has your asshole of an ex ever eaten you out?” he murmurs, only kissing the inside of your thighs, the feel of his lips making you wiggle on the mattress, but he places a hand to your stomach, keeping you down.

“He didn’t like to do it,” you whine out and it’s the truth, Duke only went down on you about twice, but you have a feeling he did poorly just so you wouldn’t want him to do it again. Though he very much liked it when you used your mouth…

“You make me want to kill this dude with every detail you share about him,” he growls before he dives right in, kissing your throbbing pussy, with his hungry mouth, making you almost cry from the way he sucks on your clit and then draws circles with his tongue.

You lace your fingers through his curls and grind your hips against him as he keeps pleasuring you like no man before, you start to see stars, his name keeps falling from your tongue as a desperate plea for the release you’re chasing.

You completely lose it when he thrusts two fingers inside you, moving them in just the perfect pace as his mouth does magic on your clit.

“Harry, I’m gonna cum!” you gasp out, your limbs turning into jelly, your growing orgasm keeping your nerves in a chokehold basically and your warning just makes him go even harder.

You come on his fingers fast and hard, it’s like a lighting that strikes through your body and leaves it in pieces. Your hold on his hair tightens but it just earns you a sensual moan from him as he licks you up, letting you ride out your orgasm fully. When he climbs up your body his lips and chin is glistening from your pleasure and he looks better than ever. Leaning down he kisses you and tasting yourself on him gets you wet again even though you feel like you won’t survive another orgasm, not when you’ve been kind of in a drought for a while now.

When your hands find his ass you realize he is still wearing his pants and that just doesn’t sit right with you. Without breaking the kiss, you undo his jeans and waste no time with tugging them down along with his boxer briefs. When you finally dig your fingers into his bare ass you gasp against his lips, his hard cock springing free and smacking against your pussy.

You grab his cock wanting to feel him in your hands, squeezing and pumping him lazily as your lips nibble on his chiseled jawline, his mouth hanging open when your thumb plays with the head of his cock.

“Maybe don’t keep doing that if you don’t want me to… fucking come right now,” he chuckles nervously and you find it amusing how fast he can go from sexy and rough to cute and shy.

“Mm, wouldn’t mind it,” you tease him as he reaches for his pants he pulled off just seconds ago, grabbing a condom from his pocket. “Were you planning on this the whole time?” you grin as you watch him roll it on.

“Planning? No. Hoping? Definitely,” he grins, stealing a quick kiss before bringing his cock to your cunt, running the head up and down a few times, gathering your arousal, getting you ready for the second orgasm he promised out of the three for tonight.

“Cheeky,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as he lets his body push down against yours, his weight feels comfortable and very much needed, his cock poking at your entrance teasingly.

“Are you ready for the second, baby? Or do you need some more time?” he hums, kissing your face all over, his soft lips caressing your skin gently.

“Need you inside,” you urge him, buckling your hips to show him that you want him to move. He doesn’t need more, kissing you on the lips he pushes inside you and fills you up inch by inch so perfectly, you could cry.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Y/N,” he moans, his head falling to the crook of your neck as he stays still inside you, but you need him to start moving before you lose your mind.

Pulling your legs up you open up as wide as you can, allowing him to bottom out fully and when he finally pulls his hips back and thrusts forward again, you moan so loud you’re afraid even Mrs. Fowler can hear you downstairs.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N, tell me how to make you feel the best,” he begs before his lips claim yours again, his rock hard cock gliding in at out of you so deliciously it starts a fire inside you.

Duke never really cared what felt good for you, he just assumed whatever was right for him was enjoyable for you too, but it wasn’t really the case. He liked to fuck you from behind lying on your side, but you didn’t quite enjoy it, you had to hold your leg up for way too long and you felt a bit empty that you couldn’t see him. You told him this once, he ditched the pose the next time but about a week later he was back at doing what he wanted.

He was a selfish bastard. But Harry right here… he has already done so much more than Duke, you’re afraid you’ll never be able to look at another man ever again.

“Just please let me see you,” you beg panting as you grab a handful of his luscious curls and pull him hard against your mouth, your teeth clashing as he keeps pounding into you.

“Right here, baby. I’m right here,” he murmurs, his body weighing down on yours just right, you need to feel him to keep you grounded because the way he is making you feel is definitely out of this world.

He pulls back, just enough to hook his right arm under your left leg and hike it up to his shoulder, the switch allowing him to hit a spot inside you that you never even knew existed.

“Oh my God! There! Don’t fucking stop!” you cry out, your back arching as Harry makes sure not to change anything he is doing.

Every time you said the same thing to Duke he instantly started going deeper or in a different angle and the feeling vanished into nothing in a blink of an eye. Harry knows what he is doing and he is not afraid to cooperate with you for the sake of not just his but your orgasm as well and it makes him a million times hotter if that’s even possible.

“I’m so fucking close, but I don’t want to come until you do,” he grunts before turning his head to place an open-mouthed kiss to your calf, his fingers digging into your thigh on your other leg and you’re close to bursting, just a few more… thrusts… and…

“Harry! Fuck!” you scream as the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experienced washes over you, every bone and muscle is shaking in your body and your vision blackens out for a few seconds.

Your walls tighten and pulses around Harry and it finishes him off fast and hard, his thrusts fall out of his rhythm and he grunts loud and raspy as he comes, his head buried in the crook of your neck and your leg slips off of his shoulder, falling to the mattress as if it wasn’t even attached to your body.

“Holy shit,” you pant when you come back to life, blinking your eyes open only to have part of your vision occupied by his unruly curls. You dig your hands into his hair and massage his scalp gently while he lies on top of you and still inside you, both of you still fighting to slow your breathing down to normal.

Several minutes later Harry finally lifts his head up, the widest lazy smile stretched across his handsome face and you can’t help but mirror it as he leans closer and locks lips with him. You’re fucked, in all sense, completely gone, but apparently, Harry is still not done yet.

“That was only two,” he mumbles against your lips. “I promised you three for tonight.”

“Harry, I think I would die from a third,” you chuckle, barely able to lift your arms up. He rolls off of you, his arms curling around you to pull you into his embrace and you happily melt against his hot body, the feeling of his naked skin sticking against yours is so soothing and gentle.

“But I always keep my word. Just trust me! I know you can do one more,” he grins before kissing you, slowly and sensually, his hands raking your back gently, squeezing and massaging your aching body he completely just destroyed.

You’re tangled up under the sheets and his tongue becomes one with yours as you keep making out, it feels so nice and soothing, you barely even notice when you hook a leg over him to get closer to him and your hips start grinding. Harry grins into the kiss, his hands moving down to your ass to pull you closer and he moves the two of you around until you have his thigh between your legs, the one with the tiger tattoo and the one you’ve definitely had dirty thoughts about when you saw him in short shorts in the summer.

“Use my thigh, baby,” he mumbles, kissing down to your throat as you settle in a comfortable position, rubbing your sensitive cunt against his hairy thigh, the friction of your movements slowly building up your third orgasm he promised you, though you’re still not convinced you’ll be able to come again.

“Fuck, you have no idea how hot you are right now, Y/N,” he gasps as you start to pick up your pace, your clit rubbing against him relentlessly and his skin is slimy from your wetness, you would have never even though about doing this with Duke, but with Harry the sky is the sky is the limit.

“Harry,” you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut when the tension between your legs is starting to grow rapidly again.

“Look at me, baby! I want to see your beautiful eyes,” he begs you, cupping your jaw in his palm and you force yourself to open your eyes, meeting his beautiful green ones. “You’re perfect, Y/N. So fucking perfect,” he breathes out before kissing you hard as you keep grinding against his thigh.

“Harry, I’m so close,” you cry out, but you feel like your body is not letting you come for a third time even though you’re desperate.

“Come on, I know you can do it. One more, just one more!” Harry urges you, his hands coming to knead your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples and when he bites into your bottom lip while kissing you, the dam finally breaks.

You come repeating his name, panting and gasping for air, Harry wraps you up in his arms tightly and he whispers into your ears as you ride out the last waves of your pleasure.

“You did so good. So fucking good, Y/N. I knew you had one more for me,” he murmurs kissing into your hair.

He lays you onto the mattress next to him and you’ve turned into a ragdoll, completely numb but in the best way possible. Harry gets up and disappears in your bathroom before returning with a towel. You grunt as he cleans you up, like a whiny baby, but he just hushes you kissing your knees before taking care of the mess on himself as well. When he finally returns to bed you’re already half asleep, but when he cradles you in his arms you gladly melt against his body, inhaling his musky scent that smells like sex and some kind of spice, it’s intoxicating and you’re already obsessed. You fall asleep feeling his hands rubbing your back and arms and his lips pressed against the crown of your head.

It’s barely eight am and Harry has already made you come once. You’re convinced you won’t leave this bed in one piece, because he is definitely adamant to keep his word of giving you a second one on this fine morning.

You woke up feeling his lips all over your naked back and it didn’t take long for his gentle fingers to find their way between your legs and soon enough, you were gasping for air starting your day off with an orgasm.

“It’s like you’re obsessed with making me come,” you giggle, hooking your arms around his neck as you pull him against you in the morning bliss.

“Because I am,” he grins smugly. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you scream my name and come on my cock… or fingers… or my tongue,” he mumbles kissing your face all over.

“Mmm, or your thigh,” you add and he nods smirking.

Just when things are about to take up a notch, someone starts pounding on your front door.

“Y/N! It’s me! Let me in, we need to talk!”

You both freeze hearing Duke’s voice coming from outside, the banging continuing as you stare at each other.

“I’ll take care of it,” Harry then announces and gets out of the bed in all of his naked glory and you sit up alerted as he grabs his boxer briefs from the floor, putting them on though his erection is pretty evident through the fabric.

“Harry! You’re gonna answer the door like that?!” you gasp, holding the covers to your chest and he just winks at you before making his way to the front door.

As he opens it and reveals Duke standing there, it takes for your ex to realize what he is seeing.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Duke spats at him, but it doesn’t faze Harry at all. Instead, he simply leans against the doorframe, pretending like it’s a normal thing to answer the door with his dick rock hard.

“Y/N can’t come to the door, she’s busy. What do you want?”

“I want you out of my girlfriend’s apartment!” Duke barks, but Harry just laughs at his ridiculous attempt at dominating the situation.

“She is mine now. And if I were you, I would take the remainder of my pride and leave, because I made her come in one night almost as many times as you did in five months. Cheers, mate,” he nods and Duke is so shocked by his answer he doesn’t even move as Harry shuts the door at his face.

“I can’t fucking believe you!” you gasp when he returns and quickly gets rid of his underwear before getting into bed with you again.

“What? I told him the truth!” he chuckles before rolling on top of you. “Now, how do you want your fifth orgasm?” he hums, nibbling on your bottom lip.

“Just get your wonderful dick inside me already,” you moan impatiently and Harry is quick to please you.

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This is the Harry who wrote baby honey , kiwi, medicine , only angel and complicated freak ….. now this Harry does not give one single fuck about you, your simply good fuck and that’s all you’ll ever be and to be fair your ok with that. This fella texts you at 3am with a simple “you up” and you already know he’s in the range sitting outside your house. He never takes you to his house , it’s either in the back of his Range Rover or on the odd occasion he comes to your flat but he never stays, he’s spends just enough time to catch his Breath before he’s pulling on those tight jeans and Chelsea boots without giving you a second glance as you lay there entirely fucked out . He has a pain kink and frequently requests you tug on his hair and he fucks you hard and pulls your lip by his teeth so hard it near bleeds. He never asks if it’s good for you because he knows it is and in years to come when your married to some dude in business your mind can’t help to wonder back to the time he fucked you in the back of his Range Rover legs over his shoulder, spat in your mouth and never called again……

Now this Harry is an entirely different man….. this is the Harry who wrote adore you , golden and TPWK. This Harry plans your dates meticulously, sends good Morning and evening texts daily and always checks in. Talks about you to all his friends, sends you flowers weekly and loves a picnic. He plans recipes for dinners he wants to make you and is constantly needing validation from Jeff and Mitch that “yes Harry of course she likes you.” Now sex with this man… he makes it very clear that your pleasure is very much his, making sure he asks if this is good for you and what you need form him to get you there . It’s soft and gentle and you do need to remind him from time to time that it’s ok to go harder . He’s a big fan of aftercare and spoons you all night before making you breakfast in morning.

I love this. Is there a part 2.

AU | Famous!Reader x Fashion student!Harry

☁️ FIC PAGE ☁️ PART 1 ☁️

word count: 20.3k

warnings: language

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Sweet tea in the summer

Cross your heart, won’t tell no other

And though I can’t recall your face

I still got love for you

- Seven, Taylor Swift

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Wow 🤩. I like this.

OH MY GOD

IMPORTANT!!

i’m left heartbroken and disgusted by the events that take place in this world. it leaves me questioning the existence of beings. what hurts me more is seeing how quiet this community is on the issue. you have platforms with a 1,000+ followers and willingly choose to stay silent.

please educate yourselves and take a look at what’s happening in palestine. i have friends with families who are fighting for their lives right now. these people have been fighting oppression for decades. use your privilege for something. use your platform for something. please i’m begging you. just because it isn’t directly effecting you doesn’t give you the excuse of staying silent.

a reminder that if you choose to stay silent in the face of oppression, you have chosen the side of the oppressor.

here are some resources:

educate yourself

petition to help palestine

another petition

educate yourself some more

watch this video to donate to palestine (3hrs)

another video to watch to donate (1hr)

(don’t skip ads + u can just leave these playing in the bg!!)

donation thread for palestinians in need

more donation links

paliroots

please reblog for exposure!!

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

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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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Can’t wait to see it

Exclusive first look at Don’t Worry Darling

Iconic performance

Harry Styles performing Man I Feel Like A Woman with Shania Twain at Coachella