summary: in which; Harry returns home for the holidays but, this time, his girlfriend comes along with him.
trigger warnings: sexual content, mature themes.
word count: 10.5k
includes: boyfriend Harry, 'prince hair' Harry, meeting Harry's mom over the holidays, dry humping, Christmas, written in the second person.
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"H? Where are you?"
The sound of your call flitted through the apartment, and you solely perked up when you heard a muffled response from your boyfriend. The drawl of his gruff voice lingered in the entrance hall and you were all too excited when you heard him disclose his location.
"In the bedroom!"
You toed off your shoes, peeled off your jacket and dropped your bag off by the door in a heap of varying fabrics and tones. It was mere moments before you scuttled down the hall to his bedroom, following the memorized path with the help of the light streaming from beneath the closed door. You stepped into the room after opening the door gently, unsure as to whether Harry would match the bubbly mood you had found yourself in.
"Hi, H," the words bubbled past your lips before you had crossed the threshold, and it was only after you spoke did you catch sight of him sitting at his desk. The wooden tabletop faced away from the door and it consequently presented you with the sight of his hunched back, muscles visibly tense even through the knit of his sweater. The fluff of his soft curls poofed from beneath the beanie atop his head, cradling the chestnut strands. Sheets of paper were scattered across his desk and only then did you realize the source of his tension. "What work are you doing?"
Despite your inquiry that concerned his annoyance, Harry turned from his desk with a sweet smile on his lips. His features were softened by the dim light of the bedroom and his eyes held a certain warmth when he saw you.
"Hi, baby. I thought y'were coming over later because you were gonna meet y'teacher for her office hours?" he inquired, a soft furrow to his eyebrow when he peeked over his shoulder to eye the clock resting on his desk. It read ten after five and the time presented differed from the six o'clock arrival you had originally discussed. Once hearing you approach, however, he paid no more mind to the matter. You were here, with him, and that was all that mattered. "C'mere, baby."
He pushed his chair father back from the desk and opened his arms wide to welcome you on his lap. His hands gestured to the height of his thighs that you frequently made a home of, and the sweet gesture was all you needed to bound over to him. You lifted a leg over his own and situated yourself in his lap, wiggling momentarily as a means to settle before linking your arms around his neck. Your straddled position brought a sweeter smile to his lips, the feeling of you so close after such a long day digging dimples into his cheeks.
"I managed to work my question into the lesson and just got it answered then. You said you wouldn't be busy before I came over, so I thought I'd save as much time as I could and just come see you sooner. I hope that's okay, I didn't realize you'd have pressing work to do. I don't mean to distract you or anything if you need to continue doing this," you rambled, head tilting to motion at the papers before him. You twirled the curls of his hair around your fingers as a means to calm the arising nerves that worked their way into your mind, unsure as to whether you should remain in Harry's presence or leave and allow him to continue working.
"It's not pressing per se, or due for another few days, but I heard that the thesis would be discussed in class tomorrow and figured that I should do as much work as I can so that I can contribute," he stated, momentarily glancing over at his work before bringing his eyes back to you. "But that doesn't matter now that you're here. I have to do some more, yeah, but 'm really happy you're here. Y'know that I always love when y'come visit me; I'd miss you too much if you didn't." he concluded in an affectionate murmur, dipping his head to press a kiss to your lips.
The contact had you melting into him and fighting back a sigh, feeling the oasis of Harry's presence alleviating the weight previously resting upon your shoulders. It had been a tiresome day compiled of numerous classes and study sessions in the school library, and the sole thought in your mind aside from your boyfriend concerned the hours of homework you needed to complete before the following week. It had you cherishing the present moment, knowing that such sweetness wouldn't occur in the following days unless you managed to make time in your busy schedule.
You slotted your lips against his, the full of your bottom lip snug between his two. Your arms tightened around his neck and your fingers tugged at the curls you were once twirling gently. Harry dropped the pencil once held between his fingers to place his hands on your waist, hugging you to his chest easily. You melted further into the contact and remained flush against him as he continued smattering your lips with love.
The embrace continued for numerous moments before you pulled back, your lips flushed and slick from both the pressure of his kisses and the way his tongue teased against your own. Despite your desire to become one with the man before you and dismiss all worries, you were knowledgeable of the fact that he had work to do. You didn't wish for him to fall into the same procrastinating process that you had found yourself in.
"How was your morning class? I know you were worried about that piece you had to share?" the statement sounded more like a question as you attempted to recall the events of his day. You typically found no difficulty in paying attention to his schedule and remembering his daily affairs, but with how the time of year seemed to swallow you whole, it wasn't surprising that one or two details slipped your mind.
"It was fine, I guess. No harder than I thought it was going to be but certainly not easier." he nodded, a sigh rattling from the back of his throat. You could see the distress shining in his eyes as he recounted his prior occurrences. "But, what about you, baby? Classes go alright and everything?"
"Same as you. Not horrible, but certainly not great. I have some homework to do this weekend for a few different classes but after that, it should be smooth sailing." you explained, nuzzling into his hold when Harry brought one of his hands up from its post on your waist to brush at the height of your cheekbone.
"Of course, it'll be. You're just a determined little love who's too hard on herself. M'happy to help y'with anything you may need."
"Thank you, H," you murmured sweetly.
Harry's hand on your cheek returned to its post on your waist and now that your movements would be unobstructed, you leaned into his body until your chest was flush with his. Your head snuggled into the crook of his neck and the fluffy curls at the base of his scalp brushed your forehead, the sweeping strands offering more comfort than you could fathom. Once you got settled, Harry wrapped his arms around your back and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. The stiffness in his muscles had completely deflated by the time you were held in his arms.
A beat of silence passed, and Harry didn't say anything to break it. He instead allowed you to quietly snuggle into him, his habit solely differing when the conversation he had with his mother earlier in the day flitted through his mind.
"Can I ask y'something, baby?" Harry asked, his head filling with thoughts about going away with you. He was certain that the pressure of school wouldn't follow—not when he was with his favourite girl.
"'Course," you crooned to him, pressing a delicate kiss to the soft skin of his neck. A smile bloomed on his lips at the gesture, dimples denting into his cheeks with the abundant joy seeping from his heart.
"How would you feel about coming home with me for the holidays? Meeting m'mum and everything," he spoke tenderly, his gentle tone matching yours.
It took you a moment to completely comprehend Harry's statement. The nerves bubbling in your stomach and the rapid beating of your heart indicated that he truly spoke out loud and that this conversation wasn't a figment of your imagination.
Due to the numerous times Harry had spoken about his family and the life he led before university, you were aware of the fact that Harry had a supportive, compassionate mother who loved him unconditionally. Even yet, you couldn't refrain from feeling particularly apprehensive. Meeting his family and visiting his hometown was an important advance in your relationship, and there was a decent possibility that Anne wouldn't be pleased with you dating her son—if only because she was concerned for Harry and wished to give him the best. You found it difficult to fathom how you were supposed to interact with your significant other's family when you barely understood how to communicate with unknown individuals in your daily life.
"Would you want me to go with you?" A pinch shaped your eyebrow as you spoke, and you rolled your lips between your teeth as a means to mask your nerves. You continued to peel yourself from his chest, pulling far enough away to catch the hopeful look blanketing his features and dancing behind his irises.
A smile softened Harry's features. The idea of proudly leading you around his hometown bloated his heart, and he was unsure of how any idea would top him teaching you each minuscule and important detail that helped form who he was today. The man who loved you more than he loved life itself.
"I would really like to spend the holidays with you and for you to meet my mum, but I know it can be a lot of pressure and I know we've never done something like this before. It's fine if you're not ready to take the step, I just wanted to spend more time with the girl I love, 's all." he offered, his voice gentle as though sensing your apprehension. He had always been good about managing and soothing your nerves.
His words did more than bloat your heart and send butterflies tumbling into your stomach. It increased the rosy-haze tinting your rhetorical sunglasses tenfold and prompted a sudden air of confidence to infiltrate your system. Being introduced to his family would be a tremendous step in their relationship. It would bring you into his life outside of university and the love-swarmed bubble you both lived in. The notion brought a smile bubbling to your lips. You wished for that to happen—for your life to be closely intertwined with his. You wanted to be an aspect of everything he was willing to share, and thus, once the realization came, your culminating response wasn't difficult. You could do this.
"Do you want me to book a flight for the both of us, or have you already done so?" you answered, the revealing inquiry prompting a bashful smile to decorate your features.
"You'll come?" A bright grin spread across Harry's lips and deep, sweetness-filled dimples thumbed into his cheeks. The arms that were positioned around your waist worked to cradle you against his chest, the hug a direct result of his rapidly beating heart and immense desire to wrap himself around you.
You wrapped her arms around his neck, falling into his chest with a tender smile on your lips. His own hands flexed on your hips, keeping you stable as you sat atop his thighs. His romantic words never seemed to lose their effect on you, making it much too easy to get your blood warming your cheeks and a kick in your heart rate.
Knowing that he could feel it, you have a small nod of your head.
"I'd love to see where you come from and meet your mum. She must be pretty spectacular to have raised someone like you." You spoke and his smile only broadened at your words, dimples denting deep into his cheeks.
"Goodness me, I love y'so much." he crooned, pulling you tightly to his chest and tucking his head in the crook of your neck. His excitement for the trip home was manifesting into the creation of more love for you as each second passed.
His nose skimmed over the skin there and his smile could be felt against your pulse. Harry smoothed the strands of hair blocking his path back as he moved to kiss the lifeline to his love, leaving solely his other arm to keep you flush against his chest. He held you for numerous moments, backing in the love he felt for you and the sentiment of holding you before he gently pushed you backwards. It was just enough for him to see your pretty features, and the hand once on your neck moved to cradle your cheek in his palm.
The way you gazed at him resembled the cartoon hearts commonly seen on television, and he watched as your eyes rounded out. The admiration in your gaze prompted the pumping of his heart to shutter and his heart to shudder against the cage of his ribs. A softened smile curled his lips, dimples denting his cheeks. He brushed his thumb along your cheekbone, the skin warming under his palm, and he swore that he saw his future swimming in your eyes.
"I love you too, H."
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Harry huffed and grumbled in his spot beside you. It caused you to squeeze his hand in your own, giggling at the sight of his jaw set and posture stiff. Despite it having landed mere minutes ago, you knew that your boyfriend was antsy to depart the plane and go see his family. You were certain the knowledge that they were waiting for you at the terminal added a layer of stress to his commonly cool demeanour. He was ready to up and leave any moment, but the only comfort he had from his irritation was your warm hand in his. It was something to focus on; something to distract him from the bubbling anxieties brewing in his stomach.
What if something was wrong and you wouldn't be able to meet his mum today? The thought of prolonging what he was certain would be the meeting of the century sent him grumbling.
"Why's it taking so long? We landed ages ago."
"We just landed, H, I'm sure they're just getting everything sorted." you pointed out, pointedly raising an eyebrow. Your words caused him to look over at you, and you gazed at him with the moony eyes that soothed him without fail.
"I know, 'm sorry. I love you," he murmured sweetly albeit quietly so as to not disturb the person in the seat beside him. A tender smile took his features and softened the stern edge that had previously dominated his voice, "Y'always know how to make things better, don't you? I'm just stressing because I want everything to go well today."
One of his hands that had been acting as a steadying weight on the height of your thigh lifted to cradle your cheek, his thumb affectionately petting over the height of your cheekbone. You leaned into his hand, the skin he held warming under his affectionate touch.
"I know, H. But as worried as I am, too, deep down I know that things will go fine because we're doing this together. You and me, H," you affirmed, shuttering your eyes closed in a soft flutter when his thumb continued to lightly stroke your cheekbone.
"Right," he mumbled, nodding his head. A soft smile took his features and he felt the brush of your nose nudging against his. He took the opportunity to utilize his hand on your cheek to tip your chin, surging your lips forward to catch his in a tender kiss.
He felt your lips smile into the kiss, and it was with that did he indulge in the contact for a moment. The pressing of your lips brought warmth to his chest and a fluttering in his stomach.
"Anything will be okay if 'm with you, baby." Harry pulled away from the kiss and crooned a moment later. His hand remained anchored on your cheek when you nodded your head, quick to agree. There was nothing you couldn't do with him by your side, encouraging you sweetly.
"Yep, anything will be okay if I'm with you," you repeated.
The affirming statement prompted Harry to reward you with a soft kiss on your mouth. It was merely a gentle planting of his lips before he pulled away, for the sound of the flight attendant clearing them to leave broke him from his trance. He allowed his eyes to wander from your features, surveying the room around you. Individuals in other seats began to stand and Harry followed their lead, shooting you a sweet smile before he grabbed the purse you had tucked beneath the seat in front of you and your overhead bags.
You watched on as he did so, offering him your hand to take as he lead you to the front of the plane. He listened on as you called out a kind thank you! to the flight crew, nodding in his own thanks before pulling you down the tunnel with him. Your hand in his eased him as he worked through his typical travel-associated anxieties, and his worries about you meeting his family had long gone.
"You excited to see your mum again?" you whispered sweetly as you walked alongside him.
Harry shifted his hold on you, releasing your hand in favour of wrapping his arm around the curve of your waist. It had you snuggling into his side when he tugged you closer to him, your bodies attached at the hip as you walked. He was certain that the position appeared strange to onlookers but paid no mind to it, for he enjoyed the comfort of your immediate presence far too much to stop.
"'M very excited, but it's safe to say I'm more excited for y'to meet her. She's really looking forward to meeting you, I've told her all about you and sent some photos. You're too pretty for me not to, baby." He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head as though affirming his words.
A softened smile curled on your lips at both his statement and display of affection. Mere moments later you entered the terminal, and you weren't given the chance to respond before Harry pointed in the direction of a middle-aged woman that was excitedly searching the crowd of departed passengers. Harry removed his arm from around your waist and instead grabbed you by the hand, tugging you behind him as he drew closer to his mother. A bright smile curled at the woman's lips and a happy squeal left her as she rushed over to you and wrapped Harry in a hug.
She was far more beautiful in person, albeit her appearance didn't differ from the image of her on Harry's beside from numerous years ago. Bright green eyes resembled those of your beloved, and you found him in many of her features. For instance, the beaming smile on her lips. The differing factor was her hair, the dark strands reaching her shoulder in natural waves whereas her son's hair was numerous shades lighter and kinked with soft curls.
"Hi, mum," Harry murmured into his hair as he reciprocated the embrace, wrapping the woman who raised him in his arms. With his following words and the sincerity of his hold, it was as though he was attempting to erase the time they spent apart and the distance between their homes. "I missed y'so much."
"Oh, I missed you too, H. But there's no need to fret now, is there? You're here now and you brought along your girlfriend! Is this her?" Harry's mother pulled back from his embrace to look over at you. Her words were warm and her eyes were even more so.
Harry happily nodded his head at his mother's inquiry, absently shifting bringing you closer to him once he separated from the embrace.
"Yeah, mum, this is her. M'girlfriend." He made the statement with a beaming smile on his face, appearing as though the title positively thrilled him. Your heartbeat fluttered against the cage of your ribs as he did so, aware of your boyfriend's sweetness and adoration of you. "Baby, this is m'mum and mum, this is my girlfriend." He introduced your name with the same grin resting on his lips.
"Hi, dear. I'm Anne, Harry's mum. It's so good to have you here with us for the holidays, he's talked about you so much. I swear that's all our phone calls consist of nowadays, he's right obsessed. And rightfully so, my dear, it's lovely to meet you."
You plastered your most charming smile on your lips as you listened to his mother introduce herself. You wished for her to like, or merely tolerate you, for you couldn't fathom spending the remaining years of your life without the blushing, curled boy by your side. The matter didn't seem to be an issue with how the woman was spewing sweetness, and every drop managed to lacquer your heart in the honey-coated love Harry commonly described his mother to be a distributor of. Therefore, you slightly approached her with a smile mirroring her own joy on your lips.
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Ms. Twist," you spoke, channelling the etiquette and manners you had learned as a child. "Harry speaks so highly of you, and I'm so thankful to have been invited to your home for the holidays."
"Oh, goodness me, Harry. She's the sweetest girl ever." his mother grinned, shooting a look at Harry. You were pleased that you seemed to be making a good first impression. "But please, call me Anne. There's no need for such formality here. We'll all be family soon enough."
You caught from the corner of your eye how his mother directed another look at Harry, one on par with her prior statement. It seemed to praise your relationship and hint at future occurrences, one that you and Harry hadn't yet discussed.
"Are you guys ready to go home, now? I have a roast all hot and ready for when we return." Anne prompted, gesturing her arms around the both of you as a means to edge you towards the parking garage of the airport. Her actions sent Harry grinning, knowledgeable of how elated his mother was and her desire to learn more about you over a hot pot and a large glass of wine. He could see you becoming two peas in a pod in no time.
"Yeah, 'course, mum. Can't wait, actually."
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Harry's childhood home was beautiful.
Photos were hung along the walls of the entrance, capturing different stages of Harry's life. The individuals around him differed in each image, excluding the prevalent presence of his mother and sister, Gemma, but a joyful smile was curled on his lips regardless of those around him. The hallway led to a cozy living room, the lighting dim and echoing a softness that seemed effortless. A cat tree was tucked into the corner of the room and you spotted numerous across the room. One perched in the window behind the couch, one slept on the rug tucked beneath the Christmas tree, and another roamed around Harry's ankles with large eyes and licking tongues.
The furnishing of the home was accentuated by the holiday decorations placed impeccably throughout the room. Pops of creams and neutral tones accompanied the dark wood, further brightened by the warm glow of the lights strung on the Christmas tree and numerous lamps placed on end tables. They stood on either side of the couch which, although surely white when purchased, had faded to an eggshell colour over time. Mismatched pillows and holiday throw blankets were placed across the surface, numerous with intricate details that could only be accomplished by hand. Harry had spoken about how his mother had recently taken a liking to sew, and you figured that this was the result of such a hobby.
The house was far from perfect with faded rugs, dents in the baseboards and chips of paint in the walls, but the home was beautiful nonetheless. It was comforting and lived in, loved to a point of visible wear. It was evident that individuals had gathered over the years, and each imperfection was accompanied by a story. Perhaps one of the cats preferred scratching at a corner of the rug; perhaps Harry had taken a liking to sport inside the home when he was younger.
"Mum, I think I'm gonna show her around the house and get settled in," Harry spoke, his words directed to his mother.
Anne nodded her head and shot you a smile, turning to the kitchen with a promise to prepare dinner. Harry guided you through the rear end of the living room and through the kitchen until he reached the staircase, leading you up the steps. He did so with a hand placed on the small of your back, the reassuring weight sending a smile to your lips.
"You've seen the entrance, living room and some of the kitchen, which is basically the entire downstairs. Except for the bathroom, and a few linen and coat closets, which are off to the other end of the entrance." Harry spoke, his nose nudging the shell of your ear. He found comfort in immediate proximity, all the while taking on his role as a tour guide. "We have a spare bedroom up here, but I doubt mum set it up for us. I don't think she'd mind us sharing a bedroom or anything."
You reached the top of the staircase and were greeted with numerous rooms, each branching off from the cozy loft in the center of the upstairs.
"This is Gemma's room, but she won't be here this year. 'M sad y'won't get to meet her on this trip but she alternates the holidays here and with her boyfriend's family. This year she's at their house but either way, we'll have a good time." he gestured to one of the bedrooms before moving to another, "And this is my room."
After placing the suitcases on the floor near the doorframe and your purse still slung over his shoulder, Harry reached around you to open the door to his childhood bedroom. The doorknob twisted with a squeak and presented you with the space where Harry spent the majority of his time as a child and teenager. He ushered you inside and allowed you to take in the sight before you. His walls were painted a muted grey and posters of various bands were pasted to the surface, a smile curling on your lips when you recognized the majority of them. They were all ones Harry still listened to. A double bed was made nicely in a set of dark bedding, and his pillowcases sported a lighter shade of dark blue. It was pushed against the wall opposing the door, and Harry brought your shared suitcase inside before he slowly began closing it.
He led you to his bed with a comforting hand on your back. You eased into the edge of his mattress happily, peeking over at him through the frame of your eyelashes. The sight of you in his childhood bedroom returned his frequented wish that you had met sooner. Nonetheless, the sight brought butterflies to his stomach and a soft smile to his lips.
"Has the room changed much since you were in high school?" you asked, curious as to whether his adolescent personality had been muted throughout his few years of adulthood and living away from home.
Harry hummed, feigning deep thought even though the question didn't require any. A lopsided curl of his lips told you that more than his pause did.
"Just the embarrassing stuff. The tissues crumpled beneath the bed and whatnot," Harry grinned mischievously, tucking you under his arm from his position next to you on the bed.
"Harry!" you squeaked, "For your poor mother's sake, I hope you're lying. Dirty boy," Despite your words, you grinned over at him, certain that he was being truthful. His sexual appetite was terrifying now and, thus, you could only imagine how it had been when he was a hormonal teenager.
Harry hummed a noise, his head tilting as he looked at you. The teasing smile was still curled on his lips.
"You love it, baby. I was jus' practicing, after all. Learning how to hold on. It was all f'you, my love." Harry's smile grew, the curl of his lips audible in his following words, "But, d'you wanna get cozy before dinner? Mum said something about watching a movie tonight. She just wants you to be comfortable and for us all t'spend time together."
He brought you closer to him and placed a sweet peck on the edge of your hairline. His fingertips traced along your jawline before his hand settled to cradle the side of your neck. He turned you to be gazing at him and, with stars in your eyes and love swarming your heart, you let him lift your chin and pull you into a kiss.
"I'd love that."
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Before you could finish the words formerly on your tongue, Harry dipped his head down and pressed his lips against yours. Your words melted into thin are, the kiss-softened silence replacing what would once become your discussion.
Harry gently placed a hand on the side of your neck, the skin warm under his palm. He delicately ran his thumb along the line of your jaw before lifting you from your place on the bed and settling you atop his thighs. You accepted his silent request and brought yours to bracket his hips, your boyfriend simultaneously looping an arm around your back. He held you against himself as he worked his lips against yours, releasing all the extra love and affection that had accumulated since you arrived at his childhood home.
He deepened the kiss with a swipe of his tongue along your bottom lip but was only allowed a short taste of your mouth before you pulled back from him. A wet noise sounded in the room from the separation, and it had Harry swiping the pad of his thumb along your slick lower lip.
"Harry," you breathed, tipping your head back to look at him, "We need to go have dinner, your mum is waiting." Your hands settled steadily on his shoulders, firmly pushing him away when his mouth began travelling down the skin of your neck.
Harry grumbled when he was pulled away from your skin, and he momentarily disobeyed your action as he pressed a single kiss to your lips before pulling back.
A frown settled on his lips as he gazed down at you, "Mum can wait a few moments longer. You know I can't get enough of you. Just need a few more minutes alone with my baby before we go down and spend a few hours with her."
"I understand that H, I want time with you too. But she shouldn't have to wait on her guests," you told him, wiggling out of his hold and standing from his lip. Harry wrapped his hands around your hips before you could leave the bedroom, a plea echoing in his gaze.
"Don't go, baby," he mumbled.
"H, you're coming with me," you giggled, petting his cheek with a loving stroke. You leaned down to press a sweet kiss into his lips before walking towards the door and opening it, "we can spend all the time you want together after we have dinner and watch something with your mum. I promise, H."
It was mere moments later that Harry was following you down the stairs. He reached for your hand and entwined your fingers once you reached the landing. He used his hold on you to guide you into the dining room. A table stretched across the space and a serving bowl of Lancashire hotpot was placed in the center. The white ceramic was paired with a similar dish that held leafy green vegetables and another that held rice. Three place settings were placed around the table, a duo sitting together while Anne sat on the other. She beamed at you when you entered the room, and gestured to a free seat at the table.
"It looks good, mum, thank you." Harry smiled, settling in his seat when you did the same.
You nodded your head with a smile on your lips to display your agreeance with Harry and gratitude for Anne. Harry waited until his mother had finished serving herself before he grabbed your plate and piled onto it, merely reaching for his own when the both of you had food before you. Quiet chatter arose as you all began eating, and you commonly found yourself leaning into the comfort the Styles family offered you. You understood how Harry turned out so wonderfully when conversing with his lovely mother. The sole thing you would have changed would be to have his sister, Gemma, in attendance. With how you were getting along with Harry's mother, you figured your relationship with his sister would be of a similar, positive fashion.
You liked the idea that, slowly but surely, you were becoming a part of the family that welcomed you so warmly.
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"Why don't you go up and get ready for bed, baby? I'll be there soon, just gotta help clean up a bit first."
Harry spoke, a beaming smile on his lips. His dimples were present and thumbed into his cheeks, a result of his bright smile. He lowered his head to press a kiss to your lips, uncaring of how his mother was near. He found no need in masking his love for you when his mother already knew how serious your relationship was.
"Do you want some help? I really don't mind and would love to try and repay your mum for letting me stay here." you offered, communicating your reasoning to Harry despite Anne's presence behind him. Additionally, you would have felt immensely guilty if you hadn't asked. His mother had invited you to her home, been lovely since the moment you arrived, and processed to make a home-cooked, delicious dinner. The least you could do was offer to help.
"Oh, don't worry about that, dear. It's about time Harry starts helping around the house," Anne teased, and her statement had Harry groaning, profusely shaking his head at you as though to convey that his mother wasn't being truthful.
"Okay, then. Thank you for dinner, Anne, it was delicious. If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to get the recipe from you. Even though I'm sure it won't be as good as you made it, it really was great and I'd love to try making it myself sometime." your lips curled into a small grin when Anne told you that she would fetch the recipe and email it to the number Harry had given her to reach you.
Feeling as though there was nothing more to say at the moment, you offered a nod of your head and a quiet smile before preparing to leave the room and head upstairs. You shot Harry a smile and peeped out a see you soon to him before you started up the stairs. You reached his bedroom and softly closed the door before laying out the suitcase in a corner of the room. Rifling through the clothes you had brought with you, you gathered what you needed before stepping into the bathroom across the hall. You set your clothing and items on the counter before beginning the routine you completed each night before bed.
It was with pyjamas covering your body and a smile glued to your lips that you bounded back into his bedroom minutes later, a pep in your step as you settled into his childhood bed. Harry laid atop the covers with his clothes from the evening still on, as though he had only recently come up—and he released a soft sound when you all but flung yourself into his chest. He paused for a moment before he smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
"Hi, baby, y'made quite the entrance." Harry crooned, his voice soft despite the teasing lilt to it.
"I'm just happy, 's all. I really like your mum and... I don't know, I just have a really good feeling about all of this." you spoke into the crook of his neck, pressing a kiss into the soft skin there.
"Me too, love. I have a really good thing about everything when you're around," he spoke, soothingly running a hand along your arm. His movements solely halted when he spoke his following statement, "but I have an even better feeling about what we could do now that we're alone. I think that I might die if I don't get y'soon, baby."
"Goodness, you're so dramatic." you laughed, your features softening when Harry didn't budge at your teasing. Once you removed your face from the nook of his neck, you caught sight of the severity on his face. It had you pulling back a bit to settle your hands on either side of his face. 'I'm fine to do things here if you are, but we have to be quiet." you gave him a pointed look, knowledgable of how loud he could become when you were between the sheets.
"I will be, I swear it," Harry promised, his head nodding repeatedly as though to affirm his words.
"Okay, then, we can—"
Harry cut you off by pressing his lips to yours. He didn't wish to waste time and consequently slipped his tongue inside your mouth. His hand left your cheek and grazed down your body until it reached the fullness of your ass, and he held it firmly, using his hold on you to drag your core along the bulge in his pants.
A breathy moan left your lips at the contact and Harry, knowledgeable of how you wished to remain quiet and avoid the attention of his mother, swallowed the noise. It only spurred him on, however, and he took it as an encouragement to roll his hips against yours once more. It elicited another moan from you and was accompanied by a low grumble in the back of his throat.
"What happened to being quiet, baby?" he pulled back far enough to whisper the words against your lips, pressing a smattering of sweet kisses to your mouth before dipping down to paint them across your neck.
"We still d-do need to keep quiet, I just forgot f-for a moment," you stuttered, finding it difficult to think and speak coherently when Harry's lips were on you, pressing his love and arousal into your skin.
Your eyes fluttered close as one of the hands stationed on your back abandoned the post to move between your thighs. His palm pressed against the warmth of your core. Your breath was stolen and your chest heaved as Harry ground the heel of his palm against your clit, the pressure shifting the fabric between your skin as he continued kissing you. Harry sighed into the contact, your lips slotted against his with your bottom lip snug between his two. Short swipes of his tongue fluttered against your lip, and his eyebrows subconsciously furrowed as he tasted you. Craved more of you; wishing to taste, touch and feel all that he could.
"Need more, baby," Harry whispered against your mouth, his statement prompting you to part your lips further and allow his tongue to enter.
His hold on you tightened and the pressure of his palm increased at the movement, and both of your hands drifted to hold his jaw. The hold kept him steady against you and grounded Harry when he snuck his tongue past your lips, stroking it against yours. Your mouth was hot and you tasted sweet, the tart you shared for dessert lingering on your tastebuds and within your mouth.
You followed his lead and allowed him to do what he wanted before you broke away from him, a string of slick following your lips. Harry, unwanting of you to leave, whined and followed your retreating mouth. He reattached your lips as your fingers drifted from their spot on his jawline. They tangled themselves in the curls at the base of his neck and tugged, your boyfriend releasing a soft groan at the feeling.
His hands left your thighs and landed on your hips as a means to eliminate all distance between you and to pull himself flush against your body. He felt the bulge in his sweatpants grow harder against your core and he rolled his hips against yours, a soft moan falling past your lips. It urged him on and prompted Harry to push your sleep shorts up your thighs, one of his hands drifting to the soft skin there. He dug a soft bite into your kiss-swollen lip and lapped over the skin to soothe it. You sighed into his mouth and Harry desperately wished that the clothing separating his skin from yours would disappear.
"Harry," you breathed against his skin, tightening your thighs around his hips.
Harry felt his cock twitch at the sound of his name falling from your lips. His finger plucked at the waistband of your shorts and snapped it against your hip. He massaged the soft skin of your thighs before dipping his fingers beneath the elastic. He searched for the cotton panties you had put on earlier and felt your breathing stutter against his lips.
"Harry, please. Need y'so bad, H," you whispered, fisting his hair and tugging at the strands.
His lips left yours as a means to alter your position and he flipped you underneath him before you had a chance to notice his absence. He slotted his hips between your open thighs before kneeling back with his butt on his heels. His gaze trailed down your body and he watched as your chest visibly heaved beneath the shirt you wore. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Time and time again, he found himself wondering how he was lucky enough to have you.
"C'mon, baby, lift y'hips f'me," he directed and you followed obediently, lifting your hips enough for Harry to remove your shorts.
It left you in merely your sleep shirt and cotton panties that had a small wet patch darkening the center. Harry was quick to discard his own clothing, tossing his sweatpants and the shirt once blanketing his torso onto his childhood bedroom's floor. The tent in his boxers was on full display and his hardened cock attracted your gaze, your kiss-swollen lips set in a small gape when you saw how hard he was.
Harry wasted no time before he was laid between your thighs once more, a moaned call of his name falling past your lips when he ground his bulge against your core. He attached his lips to yours to absorb the sound of the moan, wordlessly reminding you of his mother being down the hall. The pressure built in his lower stomach when he kissed your lips and tasted your tongue, swallowing each pretty moan and gasp you released each time he thrust against you. The expanding wet spot on your panties and the precum leaking from the head of his cock dampened his underwear, and it clung to his skin with each feverish thrust. He lost himself in grinding against your pussy and found it difficult to think coherent thoughts, the feeling of your plush lips against his and your thighs cradling his hips overwhelming. It was only when your finger tugged at his hair once more that he realized.
"You feel so good, baby. So, s'good. 'M gonna take such good care of you, tonight. Gonna make y'feel so good, aren't I, baby?" he smeared his lips against yours sloppily after whispering the words to you, the quiet promise filled with filth. He pulled back from you as a means to remove the layers of clothing between you but halted when you whined loudly. Your thighs were clenched around his hips and he was unable to move more than he already had. What a greedy girl you were. "'M just gonna take off the clo—"
"Don't go, H, please. Need you now," you whined, cutting him off.
Hearing the severity in your tone, he dropped his hips against your core and pliantly returned to his previous position. He planted his hands beneath the curve of your breasts and his fingers plucked at the nipples poking through your t-shirt. His hands trailed underneath the fabric and ran along the skin of your torso before cupping your breasts, your nipples tight against his palm. He pressed his lips to yours when a moan threatened to sound within the room. The previous pace of his hips rocking against yours resumed and he acted as though he were fucking you, sheathing his cock into your tight warmth. His cock nudged against your clit on a particular thrust and each thrust was enough to have Harry moaning into your mouth and the wetness growing on your underwear.
"Fuck," he breathed, the particularly sharp thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure into his stomach. His cock was straining against the fabric of his boxers and he solely received release when he ground it into you. "Y'gonna make me cum, baby. Is that what y'want? My cum to make a mess all over your pretty panties?"
"Y-yes," you stuttered, your words breaking through a string of moans. "I want that so bad, H. Need it."
"Yeah? My baby likes my cock fucking her through her wet panties?" Harry groaned, his eyes screwing shut at the feel of you against him.
"She likes it so much. So, so much."
"That's because she's a good girl. Aren't you, baby? Can't wait to make you cum, sweet girl." he spoke against your lips as he thrust against your core. He rubbed against your clit and the shaft of his covered cock was soaked with the precum blurting from his tip and the wetness coating your panties.
The languid motions of his hips and each pass of his cock over your cunt had the pressure in the depth of his stomach tightening, and it had him gasping.
"'M so close, baby... 'm gonna cum, fuck." Harry pressed his admittance into your lips and hoped to God that you were as close as he was. "Are y'close? Gonna cum against my cock?"
He rutted his hips against your core in a particularly sharp thrust, dragging his cock against your core. The center of your panties was numerous shades darker than the fabric was supposed to be, and the sight of your arousal sent the head of his orgasm bubble at the surface. His thrusts shuttered, and Harry captured your lips with his own before you could respond. His tongue lapped against your lips and his kisses became sloppy with presses of his lips.
"Y-yes, 'm so close. Keep going, H, need to cum please." You merely broke away to speak before a sudden pleasure overcame you, the rushing feeling of an orgasm coating your inner walls. You whined to Harry, "I'm coming, H, I'm cumming. Please don't stop, it feels so good."
Your admittance snapped Harry's resolve, and he continued thrusting as he allowed himself to cum. Moaned calls of your name left his lips and your underwear was saturated with your shared orgasms, clinging to your skin. You felt every rope of cum that pulsed out of his cock and the sound of Harry's moans acted as music to accompany the pleasure. He fought to keep his position atop you but the tensing of his muscles caused him to topple over and rest atop you. He delivered erratic thrusts as he came down slowly, and it took him a moment to gently settle himself down against you, the weight of his body pressing into your form. His releasing cock was nuzzled against your core and he held you tightly to him as his hips stuttered. He buried his face in your neck and pressed tired kisses across the soft skin there. His nose skimmed after him and he felt himself curl into your chest as his cock began softening.
"God, baby. Fuck," he breathed, feeling himself come down as she curled into his chest. Her breathing puffed against his shirt, warming his skin through the material. "You okay, baby?"
"Mhm," you breathed, a fucked-out expression on your face. "You?"
"'M perfect," Harry smiled, shifting his weight on you. He lifted his head from your neck and pressed small, sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks.
You slowly blinked up at him with a sweet smile, and Harry rolled off of you to land by your side on his bed. You shifted and tugged your soiled panties down your legs before throwing them on the pile of clothing on the floor. The t-shirt you were wearing covered your core and although Harry wished to see your cum-covered cunt, he knew you got sleepy after an orgasm. He watched as you snuggled into the duvet and followed suit in tugging his underwear off to join the pile of clothing on the floor. He slipped under the duvet with you and moved until he could sling his arm over your waist and pull you into him. Your body was flush against his by the time you were sleepily gazing at him, a soft smile on your lips.
"Go t'bed, baby," Harry nuzzled his nose into your hair and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. "I'll take care of y'even in your dreams, don't worry."
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"Happy Christmas, baby,"
You blinked up at Harry with sleep clouding your vision. You had stayed up rather late and it resulted in receiving less sleep than you were accustomed to. A soft sound left your lips and Harry felt a smile bloom on his lips when you mumbled a sweet Merry Christmas, H. Your face was buried in his neck and he held you close, basking in the warmth of your skin and the sweetness of the morning. His hands rested atop your head and he smoothed your hair back, pushing the flyaways that had clung to your cheeks behind your ears.
"Mum said she doesn't expect us downstairs at any time, but I figured now's a good time to wake y'up. We can stay here for a few minutes and then go cuddle downstairs. Y'need to open your presents, baby." he cooed.
It was only when you agreed did he tilt your head upwards to plant a gentle kiss on the fullness of your lips. He always desired your kisses and his nose nudged yours as got what he wanted. You smiled against his lips when he smoothed another kiss against your lips but nonetheless pulled away to rub the sleep from your eye. He tugged your hand away from your eye when you began doing so roughly, and he kissed the back of your hand before entwining your fingers.
"How did y'sleep, baby?"
"Good; I love when you're here with me, even though 'm still a little sleepy," you answered, removing your body from his hold when you heard his mother bustling around downstairs. Feeling bad for making his mother wait, you pulled Harry by the hand and left the bed. He felt himself pout at the loss of contact but did as he was told and took a moment to dress. Letting him guide you down the stairs once you were both dressed appropriately, Harry hummed and kissed the top of your head.
Anne cheerfully greeted you as you entered the living room. She sat on a lone chair and watched with a smile on her face as Harry led you to the couch. He tugged a throw blanket off the back and wrapped it around you both.
"Shall we start now?" It had always been a tradition in Harry's family to open gifts far before having breakfast. He was certain that it was a result of his impatience as a child. "I have something here for you, dear." his mother announced as she distributed what once rested beneath the tree.
A wrapped box was handed to you and you smiled, grateful that his mother had made an effort to include you despite you being a last-minute addition to their holiday plans.
"Thank you so much, Anne. I really appreciate it," you spoke, a bright smile on your lips.
"Oh, no worries, I hope you like it! If not, there's a gift receipt in the bottom."
"I'm certain I'll love it," you smiled, watching as she reached for gifts to hand off to Harry.
Despite the bags in his hand, Harry watched on as you delicately unwrapped the gift, and pulled out various sweaters and books his mother had gifted to you. The one you seemed drawn to the most was a book with a lightly-coloured cover, one he knew you had your eye on months before he told his mother of the title. You peeped out a grateful thanks at all Anne had done to make you feel at home before turning in Harry's arms and looking up at him sweetly.
"Open some of yours now, H," you prompted, snuggling in his arm and the blanket wrapped around you.
Harry nodded at you and pulled out the tufts of tissue paper that once rested in the glittery bag. He placed them in the pile against the couch and pulled out a set of writing tools his mother knew he would appreciate. A dark, leather-bound journal was paired with pens of all sorts and a bright smile curved Harry's features, thumbing dimples into his cheeks. A string of thanks left his lips as he looked over at his mother.
"Thank y'mum, I love them, thank you," he bubbled, holding up the journal, "It's just like the one you got me a few years back. Did Gems tell y'that I finished it that year? Haven't written since but I'll be sure to use this one just the same."
You continued to open the gifts shared and it was only when Anne made a promise to begin making breakfast did you and Harry return to his childhood bedroom. You saved the intimate gifts to be shared privately and knew that they would be now, with how Harry moved to the suitcase by the door and reached for your gift. You had both decided to leave the majority of them at home so as to not require two suitcases, but nonetheless brought those that could be easily tucked away.
You pushed Harry to take a spot on the bed once you had gathered your own gifts for him. A small box that as wrapped a Christmas-themed paper was placed in his hands and although the wrapping wasn't perfect, Harry adored it.
"Can you open this first? I really hope you like it." you smiled at him nervously and wrung your hands in your lap. Wishing to soothe your nerves, Harry quickly peeled off the paper and unveiled a small box. It was a patterned green and presented him with the lettering of an enterprise far too expensive for a Christmas gift.
"Baby..." Harry gaped at the sight of the box before flipping open the top. A pair of satin pillows cradled a ring. The band was thick as to support the lion's head in the center of the ring. t held a purple crystal that distracted from the lion's mane swarming the sterling silver. "I..." he started, delicately plucking it from where it was cradled in the box.
"Do you like it?" you questioned with hopeful eyes and fiddling fingers. Your teeth trapped your lower lip in your mouth when he moved to cup the back of your neck and bring you close.
"I love it s'much, baby. I can't believe y'did this, sweet girl. It's because we met in professor Mufasa's class, yeah?" he asked and watched intently as you eagerly nodded your head, a bright smile on your lips.
He couldn't stop himself before he tugged you forward and pressed his lips against yours. Though the contact was nothing more than an innocent press, he tucked your bottom lip between his two and sucked on it gently. He used the contact as a means to display his thanks, knowing that affection was easier to interpret.
He was the first to draw away and he looked at you softly before sliding the ring onto his middle finger. The thick band rested heavily on the finger and he smiled down at the ring, happy to have it there. That is until you would place a wedding band on his ring finger and the lion had to be moved to his index.
"Thank y'so much, baby. I love you."
Harry kissed you in small bursts of gentle presses, moulding your lips with his own. He loved you more than words could express, and was certain that this shared Christmas would be the first of many.
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