No Strings Attached [ A Harry Styles AU ]

Part 1

There's a palpable pause and a smirk slowly slides onto Harry's pink lips.

"A sexy surprise?"

Naina pauses, just for a fraction of a second. The truth is she and Tyler hadn't done anything in over a month. He'd stopped kissing her a week ago. So yes, she was planning on surprising him in a sexy way. But she didn't want Harry to know that.

But her pause is telling enough for him. He knows her too well. He puts a hand on her shoulder and looks at her very sternly, "Be safe. Both our mums will have my head if anything happens to yeh."

He's been saying the same thing to her every time she and Tyler have gone out over the past year.

She shakes her head at him, scrunching up her nose, "This conversation is over, I'll see you later. Don't stay up for me though."

"Alright, just text me if you're not coming home," Harry says as Naina walks into her room.

"I know the drill, H."

It's a mutual rule they'd established when they started living together two years ago. Naina's about to shut the door when she sticks her head out of it, "And add cinnamon toast crunch to the grocery list, Styles!"

***

Naina's glad nobody else in the elevator as she heads up to Tyler's floor. She fucking hates thongs. They're uncomfy. She rests her head back against the elevator wall, closing her eyes. She hasn't worn lingerie in a long time and she remembers why. It's not comfortable, at least not the type of lingerie that Tyler likes.

But she knows when she sees that look on Tyler's face, it'll all be worth it. So she tugs her jacket around herself tighter as the elevator opens. It's a bit of a walk to his apartment and she can barely manage in heels as it is, so she takes her time. When she rounds the last corner, she comes to an abrupt stop.

Tyler is outside the door to his apartment, just a few feet away. He's got a girl pressed up against the door, his fingers in her long red hair and his lips stamping their way down her neck. Naina blinks twice when she sees a purple hickey  just above when Tyler is attached to her. But that's not all, she's got one of her legs hitched around his hips and her hands are lost inside the fabric of his jeans. It looks like they've been at this for a while.

Naina hears the groan Tyler lets out when the girl presumably wraps her hand around his dick, echoing in the empty hallway. It makes her drop her keys and they land against the floor with a disrupting jangle.

It makes them both look up and Tyler pushes the girl away, his eyes wide and lips plump when he sees his girlfriend.

"Naina! What..." he nervously laughs, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What are you doing here, baby?"

He's never called her 'baby' before. He's not really the pet name type, much to Naina's dismay.

He takes a few steps towards her but she's paralyzed to the spot, unable to move or breathe or think.

Somehow, she musters up the courage to speak, "I was going to surprise you. You never texted me back."

Tyler's eyes fall on the bag she has in her hand, takeout from their favorite restaurant. He closes his eyes, "Listen, let me explain-"

"You were cheating," Naina cuts him off. She doesn't need his stupid man explanation.

Tyler falls quiet as her words ring in the air.

It dawns on Naina, suddenly and at full force before she can even process it properly.

"Oh god, you were cheating on me," she says again. "You're a cheater,"  she finally looks at him through blurry eyes. Tears stream down her face and drip off her jaw.