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One month.
That's how long Harry and Y/N have been broken up. It was a mutual decision! But they still both miss each other deeply, and their friends know that. One night, one of Y/N's close friends throws a party and invites Harry to tag along, although resistant because what if Y/N sees me? but he goes anyway. They don't see each other until the end of the night, both so alike they had to go out on the deck to get some fresh air. Harry spots her first, admiring how beautiful she is and soaking it all in after not seeing her for a month. He's had a few drinks (so has she) but he's not drunk, just tipsy at the most. He playfully pokes her shoulder, Y/N turning her head and her eyes turn into saucers.
"Harry?!", she squeals, going in for a hug and Harry quickly reciprocates. He inhales deeply, smelling her hair and wanting to place a kiss on her ear but he refrains.
"Hi, ba- Y/N."
"You can call me babe if you want to, Harry." She squeezes him tight before breaking the hug, much to Harry's dismay because he was having a blast smelling her oats and honey shampoo. They gawk at each other, rocking back on their feet as the awkward tension sinks in.
"So...", he rubs the back of his neck.
"So." She smiles.
"You wanna get out of here?" Y/N gives him a surprised look. "To dinner! Or something? We can go out and get food or we can go back to our... my place and I can cook you that glazed salmon you like?"
Y/N blushes as he fumbles over his words, nodding because for one, she was starved, and two, she couldn't think of anything more that she could want than to be with Harry... even if just for a dinner.
They leave separately in both of their cars, the drive only a quick ten minutes away, and they park in Harry's drive way. Y/N suddenly becomes nervous, gulping thickly as she steps out of her car. She walks up to the door, Harry moving to hold her hand but he quickly jerks his hand away, Y/N frowning a bit.
The rest of the evening goes that way, awkward conversations here and there, but the dinner is amazing. Harry is quite the cook. Afterwards, they head to the bedroom, only so Y/N can change into one of his shirts. She'd already drank a bit at the party, and Harry served wine with the meal, so he found it fitting she didn't drive home... or wherever she was staying. He hopes it's nice. She deserves the best.
When she emerges from the bathroom in only her panties and his shirt, he almost wants to look away because he thinks it'd be indecent to gawk at your ex the way he is, but he can't. He takes in the curves of her body, chewing on his lip as he stops at her thighs, wanting to bite into the plump flesh before pulling her panties down and diving into her pu-
Okay, okay. Nothing's going to happen tonight... right? He feels his pants grow tight as he sees her nipples poke through the shirt. Calm down. She moves over to him, sitting next to him on the bed and taking his hand.
"That was a wonderful dinner, Harry. Thank you." She kisses his cheek, standing back up and beginning to walk out the door.
"Where're you going?" The words are rushed, his chest feeling tight (like his pants as he gets a flash of her ass).
"To the couch?" She looks down at Harry holding her wrist, her skin burning from his touch. She missed it.
"No, no. You can just sleep in here with me. S'not like we haven't before, right?" The end comes with a laugh, his cheeks slightly pink. Y/N meakly smiles, nodding and climbing into bed, pulling the duvet over her. Harry feels a burst of energy, swiftly taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only his boxers as he crawls under the blanket with her. He can't help the smile that's been on his face since she agreed. She tries to leave a respectful distance between the two of them, but Harry has other plans. Pulls her close to him, wrapping an arm around her waist as he stares into her eyes, licking his lips. Y/N's breath hitches, gulping as she takes in Harry's pretty features. Without thinking, she grazes her fingers across the stubble of his chin, going down until she reaches his chest, even further until she's almost at the waistband of his boxers, but she snaps her hand away quickly. Harry grips her wrist, bringing it back down and placing her palm on him. She gasps, feeling how hard he already is and begins to squeeze him through the fabric. Harry groans, moving her to her back as he slides on top of her. He rests all his weight on his hands beside her head, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. They don't speak, just move their lips against one another's and feel the spark begin to rekindle. They moan in unison, earning a smile from both of them. Harry deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue inside her mouth so eagerly you'd think she was hiding candies in there. The kiss becomes a heated one, both of them getting grabby and touchy as he slips the front of the shirt up over her breasts, leaning down and breaking the kiss to suck a nipple into his mouth. Y/N arches her back, whimpering as he gently bites, wrapping her legs around his waist. He pops off with a filthy noise. "What do you wanna do, baby?"
She pulls his hair, bringing his lips back to hers in a swift kiss. "You."
Harry wastes no time, lifting the shirt over her head and sliding her panties down her legs. He tugs his boxers down, kicking them off to the carpeted floor. Y/N squirms in anticipation, feeling like she could cum already as she takes in the sight of Harry's cock; very hard, glistening at the tip with precum, veins running down the shaft. His balls were drawn tight, letting her know he's been hard for a while, and she doesn't care if he finishes quickly; she thinks she will too. He nudges her thighs apart, staring with an open mouth at her between her legs, licking his lips as he notices how wet she is. It's the prettiest sight in the world to him; no one can or could compare. He grips himself, about to slide in but Y/N stops him.
"I'm not on birth control anymore. We need a condom."
Harry nods, reaching into the drawer by the bed and pulling one out. Y/N's eyebrows pinch together, wondering why he has condoms if they never used any while they were together, and Harry notices. "I'll explain after, okay? Just need to be inside you right now." Y/N nods, helping him slide the rubber onto himself. He kisses her deeply before going back to his knees, supporting himself as he kneeled between her legs. He pushes into her, completely in one go, filling her beautifully as she gasps. He grips her thighs, holding them as he fucked her from this angle, and it didn't last long. He gave her a few quick thrusts, Y/N a whining mess the whole time as he pushes against her sweet spot deep inside of her, clenching the pillow underneath her head. He watches in amazement as her breast jiggle from his thrusts, grabbing one and squeezing it as the other still grips her thigh. They came not long after, the whole experience only lasting less than five minutes, but neither were mad. They control their breathing, Harry placing a kiss on her forehead as he pulls out, discarding the condom into the trash. He flops down onto his back, pulling her close and kissing the corner of her mouth.
"Okay, tell me."
"Don't waste any time, do you?" He kisses her temple, Y/N loving how soft and gentle his mouth is on her. She shakes her head, giggling. "Well, during our... break... I might have slept with someone." He expects Y/N to lash out, be furious with him or swat him on the chest at the very least, but she doesn't do any of those things - just lets out a sigh and smiles. Harry's confused, very confused. "Wait, you seem happy?"
"Well, yeah! Because I hooked up with someone too! Now I don't feel as bad." She erupts into a fit of giggles, kissing his chest as she cuddles closer, but Harry's body feels stiff.
"You what?" He looks at her with pinched eyebrows, his forehead wrinkled as he looks at her sternly. "With who?"
"You tell me first, then I'll tell you."
Harry runs a hand through his hair. "It was... don't be mad..." Y/N's ears perk up. "It was Adrianna."
Adrianna is one of Y/N's friends, and she certainly wasn't expecting Harry to say her name, but she isn't mad. She rubs his chest, her lips a bit pouty as she looks at him. "Oh! Well... that's okay. I knew she had a thing for you anyway."
"You're not mad?" Y/N shakes her head. "Oh, wow. Okay. Good." He rubs her back with the hand snaked around her. "Now, who'd you sleep with?"
"You can't get mad! I didn't get mad, remember? S'only fair." He nods slowly. "It was... gosh this is so... okay I'm just gonna say it. It was Niall." Harry's body freezes, looking at her with no emotion as he pulls his arm from her, getting out of bed. "Harry? You said you wouldn't get mad." He paces the floor, not even looking at her. "Harry, come on! Really? So you can get mad, but I can't?"
"Niall's one of my best mates! What the fuck!" He throws his hands in the air, sitting on the foot of the bed and putting his head in his hands.
"Adri's my friend too! You're being a hypocrite." She folds her arms, sitting up straight against the headboard.
"S'not the same."
"Oh, it's not? You know what?" She gets out of bed, going to stand in front of him between his legs. "What you did is even worse! You slept with her in our bed! What the hell is that? You couldn't have at least done it on the couch? Or at her place?" She folds her arms again, taking in his pouty expression.
"What does it matter where we did it?"
Y/N feels ice in her veins. "Are you serious? Harry, you asking me that is like you don't care about me. Our bed is an intimate place. How would you feel if I had sex with Niall in our bed?"
Harry's eye twitches, staring at her angrily. "I'd kill him." He hates the thought of anyone else touching Y/N, his Y/N.
"See! Do you see how it's not okay?" She paces in front of him, grabbing onto her hair while doing so.
"I'm sorry we did it in our bed, but-"
"No! I don't want to hear it anymore." She grabs the shirt and her panties, putting them both back on before exiting the bedroom. Harry doesn't follow, just watches as she leaves. He knows she's not leaving the house, if she did she would've gotten completely dressed. He knows she's on the couch at least.
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He lets a few minutes pass before going to find her, going through his apology over and over in his head. He was still a bit mad that she slept with Niall, but he slept with one of her friends too so he really couldn't be mad... even though he's hurt. He finds her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. She looks at him for a second, although looking away quickly that causes pain to flash through his chest. He walks over to her, standing right in front of her and planting a big kiss on her lips. Strangely enough, Y/N doesn't fight it like he thought she would. He thought she'd push him off, yell at him some more but she doesn't. She kisses back, even. The kiss is short, Harry pulling away as he pulls the shirt over her head, dropping to his knees and swiftly pulling her panties down her legs. She steps out of them, Harry kissing her thighs before placing his mouth between her legs. He couldn't get the idea of Niall and Y/N together in his bed, out of his head. It drove him crazy, like it was haunting him. He needed to get his mouth on her so he could stop thinking about Niall doing it to Y/N. He hopes she didn't enjoy Niall's tongue (if at all) too much. He wants to be the only person who can make Y/N feel good. He had to remind himself that Y/N was his, and hopefully remind her too, and if this was the quickest way, then so be it. She gasps, clamping down on his hair as she stands on her tip-toes. He begins sucking her clit, moving his head side to side as he moves all through her folds. She moans the whole time, Harry fucking her with his tongue thoroughly. He places it inside her, feeling her walls clamp down on it and he smirks. He knows she's close, and they just started. He holds her thighs in place, pulling his tongue out and flicking it across her clit, sucking her lips into his mouth from time to time. The only word Y/N knows is harryharryharry as she's close to orgasm, but he tears his mouth from her. She whimpers, her hips following his mouth as he moves away. He stands back up, picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom. He places her on the mattress, thinking she looks like a goddess with her hair sprawled out around her head. His mouth goes back to between her thighs, licking and sucking to bring her close to the edge again. He was kneeled on the floor, his biceps holding her thighs under them as he held control over her, slipping his tongue in and out of her hole. Y/N groans as she feels his nose nudge her clit, licking her entirety that makes her thighs clench. She was close - very close - and she knew if Harry stopped again she'd very much lose it... but he doesn't. Keeps licking her as she grips his hair, his tongue performing tricks on her cunt that makes her clamp a hand over her mouth and bite her palm, releasing on his tongue and coating it in her juices. He opens his eyes, looking up at her as hers are closed, mouth hung open and head thrown back. He smirks with her clit in his mouth, giving it one final suck before detaching himself from it. He places kisses all along her, continuing to do so up her stomach, breasts, and neck. He pecks her lips softly, lying his head on the pillow beside her head.
"You're not mad at me anymore?", she asks, tracing the stubble on his chin that rubbed her thighs red.
He licks his lips, tasting her on them. "No. I shouldn't have lashed out to begin with. I'm sorry." He places his face in her neck, breathing in her scent that still smelled of oats and honey even after the sex they had. He lets his lips graze her skin, not actually kissing but just letting her know his mouth is on her.
"Thank you." She plays with his hair like she knows he likes. "So, we're okay?"
"Define 'okay'." He smiles up at her, kissing her jaw.
"I don't know." She blushes, twirling a piece of his hair between her fingers.
"To me, 'okay' means we're back together, yeah? That month nearly killed me." He crawls up a little higher, face level with hers now.
"You want to? Really?"
"Do you?"
"Harry! Enough with the back and forth. Yes, I want to! Of course I want to! I just wasn't sure if you did because the dinner was so awkward but then you gave me one of your shirts and then we had sex and fought and then-"
Harry places a finger against her lips, silencing her. "I guess I'll have to show you in a different way that I really want you back, huh?" He flips her over to her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. She hears him rustle around for another condom, tearing it open and sliding it onto himself. She wiggles her behind at him in anticipation.
She'll have to remember to thank her friend later for throwing the party.
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