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Find Your Pleasing*

In which you have a heated meeting with the hot CEO

Wc:2.4k

Warnings: MATURE & SMUTTY CONTENT.

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The floor was buzzing with workers frantically running from one room to the other as they made sure everything was perfect and neat for him.

Mr. Harry Styles, owner, and founder of Pleasing for sex toys. He started this company from the bottom in 2017 with no one to motivate him but his own will.

Back then CEOs of big companies laughed in his face when he proposed his project, they even scoffed and made fun of him. Now they are waiting in the lobby for their turn to have a word with him. He likes- no loves how they behaved after he outsmarted them in the business field, he even enjoyed watching their face turn pale whenever they entered the headquarters because everyone knows that he’ll be reigning on the top for a very long time.

The secret to his success was the face of Pleasing which also happens to be him. He caused a revolution of some type in the sex toys world after he launched an ad making every man and woman drool for him. There were even rumors about couples breaking up thanks to Pleasing’s glorious toys. When the news reached Harry he smirked, secretly liking the idea of having power over others.

He didn’t even need to try and well the rest is history.

There are lots of things that the public does not know about the successful young man, one of which is his sex club also called “Pleasing”. It is mistaken for being inspired by the company, little do they know the devil himself built both of them.

The sound of printing machines, telephones, and employees shouting got closer as you neared the 5th floor also known as Styles’ Headquarters. You had a job interview and you were required to know some crucial details about him.

You approached the receptionist who was thankfully not so busy and she helped you reach his office, the room that was isolated from the entire floor.

She went in before you and you could faintly hear the murmur of words exchanged between them. It wasn’t long before she gave you the green light to enter.

A big mahogany desk was placed in the center of the room behind which he stood with his back to you, and you couldn’t help but notice the display of many sex toys on the counter.

At the sound of your footsteps, he turned around, his right hand still placed on his hip. He was dressed in an elegant navy suit that made sure he appears as the CEO. You caught a glimpse of his painted fingernails varying from turquoise to transparent while his hands were complimented by luxurious rings, a lion, a pearl, and his initials. You were very familiar with his hands just like the rest of the world was.

“Mrs. Y/N it’s an honor to finally meet you, have a seat please.” He signaled to the comfortable chair in front of his desk.

“Same goes for you, Mr. Styles.” You smiled as you lowered your skirt to adjust your seating while feeling his eyes raking your body.

“I know, now y/n please call me Harry. I hope this doesn’t bother you but I would rather be straightforward with this.” He was now standing in front of you leaning on his desk with his arms crossed over his chest, and you caught a whiff of his perfume. Tobacco Vanille that sent vibrations throughout your body.

“I’m a very busy man and I’m in a rush but please don’t worry I already scanned your file, so I’m being righteous with you. Which is why I prepared questions for you to answer.” He spoke fishing out a document and relaxing more on the desk, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift to his front and you wondered if it was a bulge or just a wrinkle of his pants.

“Anything caught your attention, Miss?” You immediately straightened your posture trying not to turn red in the face.

“No nothing Mr- Harry.” He hummed and flipped the papers while you refrained from looking down again.

“So I gather that you’ve worked with big companies before, nice work indeed. How would you approach Pleasing’s designs?” He turned his gaze to you and rubbed the light stubble on his chin.

“First of all Pleasing has a wide range of items that are no doubt causing global chaos in a good way of course. No one is even thinking of designing sex toys anymore as they stand no chance but Mr. Harry did you ever ask your customers what they want.?”

He was listening to you attentively, his eyes never leaving yours and the corners of his mouth were itching to offer you a grin.

“Sometimes yes, but how do you suggest that happens?”

“You focus on the people who are against Pleasing, who do not enjoy sex toys. Dig deep into what makes them feel good, I think that the initiative you’re looking for here is not to sell more toys but to help everyone find pleasure. Even those that think they can’t.” You spoke confidently already feeling him become amused at your thoughts.

“Hm, so Miss tell me what would the motto be for this campaign?” He shifted around and stood behind your chair, his fingers lingering over the expensive leather.

“Find your pleasing.”

“And do you know what’s yours?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear and you could swear his voice suddenly became deeper.

You nodded your head and he moved forward examining the display of toys, his left hand was in his pocket while the other hovered over the items till he picked the one.

“This is a unique one, I didn’t get to try it yet but I’d love to give you the honor.” He presented it forward in front of you like a piece of candy. It was a plug or at least it looked like one but with a button on the side.

“Now?” You inquired feeling a bit surprised at his playfulness.

“Only if you feel like it Miss, I’d never push you out of your comfort zone. If you want you can take –“

“Tell me Harry do you know what’s your own ‘Pleasing’ “ you shot back at him as you watched his expression shift and eyes darken.

“Hm yes I do but I’m afraid I’m a visual demonstrator Darling.” He lowered down to your level and his hot breath was doing things to you.

“And I’m a fast learner Harry.” He wasted no time in grabbing you by the throat, managing to pull you up on the counter without hurting you just keeping a good amount of pressure on your neck.

He kissed all over your collarbone as you wrapped your heels around his torso, and his cock was being pressed into your core.

“I find my pleasing in others, so pretty girl when you get yours I’ll get mine.” He muttered hungrily over your lips pushing his tongue as his jaw flexed. His hand found its way beneath your skirt and immediately cupped your cunt with his ringed hands.

“I saw how you were looking at my hands pretty, you’re not so sly you know? What did you want, my hands to hold your cunt like this as you hump for relief? His thumb was pressed on your clit making you jolt while his buttoned nose grazed your neck.

“Yes and your thick fingers inside.” You replied quickly as you were heating up by the moment.

He suddenly pulled back and removed all of his rings, slicing his eyes up to you while smirking before placing the rings on your fingers. They were a bit lose and almost fell out.

“Tsk tsk even my rings can’t fit, how will you handle me pretty.” He chuckled pushing one finger inside making you grasp onto his shoulders.

He gently added another finger and began massaging your labia, with his forehead laid against yours. He fastened his pace going in circles and when he found your g-spot he teased you by delicately returning to his massaging technique.

You moaned against him, with your nails digging into his back. He was smiling at the sight of you falling apart on his touch.

“See this? This is my ‘Pleasing’, getting to satisfy a woman like you. Look at these pretty moans and your fucked out state already riding my fingers like a whore. Anything to get stuffed yeah?” He bit at your earlobe and when you didn’t answer him, he curled his fingers at your g-spot.

“Yes I love it, I love your thick fingers inside of me.” You continued to moan in ecstasy feeling his fingers hit deep spots and despite trying to jerk and shift around he kept a firm grip on your hips.

His thumb moved to your swollen clit lightly tapping at it before pinching it and grinning when he heard you scream due to oversensitivity.

“My favorite spot, this little pearl just like the ring yeh? Like being in heat as I play with it?” His other hand dug into your back resulting in the both of you becoming fully intertwined as you shifted closer to him.

“Please I need to cum Harry.” You begged in a rush, his fingers felt so good and the pressure in your lower stomach was getting more and more intense.

“Cum pretty, let me find my ‘Pleasing’ in yours.” And right on cue you closed your eyes shut, as you saw nothing but black, his eyes were still set on your face watching you almost black out from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave you.

He leaned forward kissing the tip of your nose and slowly removed his fingers for a taste making you whine at the empty feeling.

“You just had an orgasm and you still need something inside you?.” He raised his eyebrows not to inquire but to make sure.

“Need you to stretch me out real good Harry.”

That was all he needed to hear before he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to his ankles, his bulge looked painful as he took his briefs off to reveal his erect cock ready and glistening with precum.

He grabbed you roughly placing you on your stomach with your ass in the air and ripped off your skirt with his bare hands effortlessly.

“My ski-“

“I’ll buy you a Skirts company.”

He mumbled through heavy pants before leaning down to your cunt and grazing his nose at it before breathing in its scent and groaning loudly.

If you could see him right now he’d probably be looking at your puffy pussy with puppy eyes and a drooling mouth.

You wiggled your ass back at him making him chuckle and bite at your ass before standing up and placing his tip at your entrance.

He plunged in slowly but easily due to your wetness, you were so warm and snug yet so fucking tight he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from coming despite having stamina.

“Perfect pussy wanna make it drip all day fucking hell.” He rolled his eyes back and moved his hips slowly before pulling you back to his chest by your hair and thrusting in at a fast pace.

The sound of skin slapping and moaning filled the room as he whispered the filthiest words in your ear.

“My Pleasing is destroying your cunt and knowing you love every second of it.”

“My Pleasing is seeing you beg to be filled with me as you tell me how much you adore being a cockslut.”

“So tight already eager to milk every drop yeah? Well, take all of it it’s yours.”

He nibbled at your earlobe and you could no longer do anything but moan and whimper at the feeling of his veins massaging your walls as he hit your g-spot repeatedly. His thick cock stretched you out and reached your insides as he poked near your belly button.

His hand was around your neck choking you, while the other pinched your clit to overstimulate you making you jolt and cry out in pleasure.

“When you beg for it, it means you should be able to take it.” He slapped your sensitive clit three times as you clenched around his cock uncontrollably letting go and reaching your second orgasm.

Harry followed you immediately too overwhelmed by your tightness, you stood chest to back with his bicep tightly wrapped around you while he spilled into you, load after the other.

“Take all of my cum, let your cunt swallow it up.”

His hips stilled inside of you until every last drop was spilled, he moved strands of your hair from around your face, allowing himself to kiss all over your skin.

He reached over grabbing the same toy from earlier. “May I?”

You nodded your head feeling eager for what he was for you, he slowly pulled out not giving the chance for any of his cum to drip before inserting the plug inside your creamy cunt.

You hissed at the feeling of it along with the sticky cum, his eyes were twinkling as he almost died from the sight.

“My ‘Pleasing’ is making pretty plugs to keep cum where it belongs.” He whispered and reached down to the button you thought about and pressed it making it vibrate with the cum inside of you allowing it to reach even deeper.

“H-harry too sensitive.” You tightened your grip on him as you could quite literally feel the cum vibrate inside of you.

He smirked and turned off the button only to push another one leaving you with a whole other feeling.

Emptiness.

“What is this?.” He laughed at your shock before pulling the plug out of you and showing you its transparent tube filled with cum.

“This one allows you to hold on to cum when you need it, fills up sluts like you when needed. Now open up.” He tipped your head backward and you didn’t get to see what he did since the cum was already spilling on your tongue.

He ordered you to take every drop and you did. You laid down on your back feeling spent out as he got a wet cloth and began cleaning your thighs and pussy gently leaving delicate kisses there.

When he was done he tossed the cloth aside and sat back down with you in his lap and head buried in his chest.

“Did my little minx like my new invention?” He asked feeling quite eager for the answer.

“Very much my love.”

There are lots of things that the public doesn’t know about the young successful man, one of them is his love life…

The Real Truth About Fate

Prompt: Harry wants Y/n to meet his mum and sister but things don’t go as planned.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Language (Let me know if there are anymore!)

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“Hi, honey,” Anne answered the incoming call coming from her son.

Harry sighed, relaxing into his desk chair after working for eight hours straight. “Hi, mum. How are you?”

His mother had a small sad smile resting on her face as she heard her son’s tired voice ring through the speaker of her phone.

“I’m doing good. Just been keeping busy with work and taking care of things around the house. How are you?”

Harry nervously messed with the items on his desk.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was nervous to tell his mother about a girl he’s taken a fine liken to. Maybe it’s because every girl he has fallen for only used him for his sex and money.

-

Harry had gone to the pub with his sister while she was in town. After the first round of beer Gemma, his sister was busy flirting with the hot bartender.

Since his sister was too engrossed in the bartender Harry started looking at his phone and checking some work-related emails.

“Is this seat taken?”

Harry looked up from his phone to see a beautiful young lady standing next to him, pointing at the empty seat where his sister was sitting.

“No, go ahead.” Harry gestured toward the empty seat with his free hand and sat his phone down on the tabletop.

The young woman flagged down the other bartender on staff asking for a beer herself.

“Do you come here often?” She asked after she took a swig from the glass bottle of beer.

Harry shook his head, “Not usually. Only came since m’sister is in town.”

She chuckled, “Didn’t think I’ve seen you before. If I did, I must’ve been blind.”

This caused a cocky smile to form on Harry’s lips.

He knew he could have any girl of his dreams but he wanted somebody who loved him for him. He didn’t want to feel like he had to put up a facade just to get somebody to like him.

Harry also knew people wanted to use him for his money. He was one of the most powerful chief executive officers in London.

“M’Harry,” he gave a curt nod to the lady.

“Sara,” she nodded back. “So you have any plans for this evening?”

Harry looked over her shoulder to see his sister still flirting with the bartender before meeting Sara’s eyes once more.

“I was supposed to be hanging out with m’sister,” he gave a nod in the direction of Gemma. “But she seems to have found other plans.”

Sara looked over her shoulder to see his sister being a tease with the bartender.

She could see how the two were siblings. Both had chestnut brown hair, Harry’s was unruly and curly whereas his sister’s had a natural wave to it.

Their facial structures were the same with Harry having a more defined jaw compared to his sister. Overall you could tell they were related just by looking at the two.

Sara turned back towards Harry, “Well we could sit here and drink and get to know each other better while you wait for your sister.”

So that’s what the two did while Gemma got drunk off her arse.

Harry thought it went really well, so well he and Sara exchanged numbers so they could do it again. It was a shocker since Harry never hands out his phone number like that to girls.

Over the next few weeks, Harry and Sara had texted daily and hung out more often than not.

Harry was attentive to the places they went to eat since he still didn’t know if Sara was going to use him for his money. He really didn’t want to drop hundreds of dollars on a girl he merely knew.

Money didn’t matter to Harry, but you weren’t going to act like you liked him just to steal from him and use him.

It had been a month since Sara and Harry met at the pub. And now Sara had been acting weird towards Harry. She had been acting distant.

One day after work, Harry had gotten a message from her saying she couldn’t do this anymore and to never contact her again.

Harry was heartbroken. That was the longest he had ever talked to a girl.

That was the day Harry had put up the strongest front he could put in front of his heart.

-

“That’s good mum,” Harry smiled. “I’ve actually been doing great. Work has been keeping me busy but I met someone mum.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed at the thought of Y/n. They met just over two months ago and have been talking and hanging out ever since.

“I would really like for you to meet her mum.”

Anne knew her son had to be serious because he has never wanted to get his mother’s approval.

-

“Honey, I’m worried about you.” Anne sighed through the phone.

“Why mum?” Harry rolled his eyes. “M’prefectly fine.”

For the last few weeks, Harry had buried himself in work to give over his fling with Sara. It was hard because he thought she really liked him. But she turned out to be just like everybody else he’s met.

“You’re my son and I’m allowed to worry about you. You’re constantly drowning yourself in work Harry. You need to take a break every once in a while.”

Harry sighed irritatedly, “Mum, m’fine.”

It was Anne’s turn to roll her eyes, “Harry just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine,” Harry huffed. “I met someone and we talked for about a month till she got some of m’money and sex and she left.”

“Happy now?” Harry growled.

He shouldn’t have been taking his anger out on his mother but he had nobody else to talk to. He cut off all ties from high school and college, nor will he ever have any friends from work.

“Honey, I’m sorry.” Anne tittered. “Keep your head high and you’ll find the one you’re meant to be with Harry.”

“No, I won’t,” Harry shook his head. “I’ve tried countless times mum and look at where I’ve ended up.”

“Darling, you can’t think like that. It’s their loss when they let go of you. You’re an incredible, kind, loving, and caring young man Harry, Anybody with the right character and heart will see that.”

-

“Of course! I would love to meet her, Harry. I can’t wait.” Anne smiled, “I’ll see you next week at lunch. Gemma is joining in as well.”

“That’s fine.” Harry smiled, “See you then, mum. I love you.”

“Love you too darling.”

-

“Hang on!” Y/n yelled loud enough for whoever was knocking to hear.

She quickly walked from the bathroom to the front door of her apartment putting on her other earring to finish her jewelry.

Once Y/n reached the door she quickly opened it and saw Harry standing before her in an all-black suit with red Chelsea boots ***

He was holding a small bouquet of flowers. He handed them over after Y/n looked him up and down, a small smirk playing on his lips since he caught her. “These are for you.”

She smiled, her cheeks turning crimson. “Thank you.”

“Come on in,” she gestured inside. “Sorry, I’m almost done.”

“It’s okay. I came a bit early anyways,” Harry gave a gentle, comforting smile back to her.

Y/n quickly put the flowers Harry had brought her and put them in a vase with water then she returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Y/n was adorned in a little black dress ***

It was simple yet elegant and paired extremely well with Y/n’s gold jewelry. She finished the dress off with the simple black heels she uses for many occasions.

Harry watched as Y/n filled a vase with water for the flowers making it look so effortless.

Her hair was straightened and went to her mid-back. Harry thought it looked beautiful down considering he usually sees it up when she’s at the bar or restaurant or concentrating on her school work.

His eyes roamed her body as she walked away to finish getting ready. She was the most beautiful person he’s laid eyes on.

“So, where are we going for dinner?” Y/n questioned loud enough for Harry to hear out in the living room.

He had just told her he was taking her out for dinner and to dress formally. So she had no clue where they were going, it was all a big surprise and she isn’t the biggest fan of surprises.

Harry hummed, acting like he was thinking. Seeing Y/n step into the hallway heading towards him, he shrugged, “M’not sure.”

“What do you mean you’re not sure? You’re the one who picked out the restaurant.”

“It’s a surprise, darling.” Harry smiled, planting a kiss on her cheek as he stood up from her sofa.

Y/n grabbed her purse and keys double-checking she had everything, “I hate surprises, Harry.”

“Are you just saying that so I’ll tell you where we’re going?” He asked with a chuckle shutting her apartment door behind the two of them - making sure it was locked.

“No,” Y/n defended herself. “I just hate surprises. They’ve never been good experiences.”

-

Y/n sped her steps up as the rain came down harder. She was only a couple blocks away from the foster care facility she had been transferred to earlier in the year.

As she quickly approached the driveway she noticed an unfamiliar car in the driveway. She shrugged it off and quickly made her way inside.

“Y/n come here!” The foster care manager yelled from her office. Y/n quickly scurried off to her office, not wanting to receive a punishment for disobeying.

Y/n knocked gently on her door and waited to be invited in and she quickly did so upon approval.

“We have a surprise for you hunny!” Megyn, the foster care facility manager, spoke in a fake enthusiastic voice. A voice Y/n has gotten used to only when Megyn wanted to make herself look good.

“We have a family who’s going to foster you! They’re just finishing up the paperwork,” she gestured to the couple signing the papers - who Y/n had just now noticed.

“Why don’t you go pack your bags, sweetie?”

Y/n nodded obediently and quickly packed her belongings. Little did she know that was going to be her last and worst foster home she had ever experienced.

-

Harry - being the gentleman like always - opened the passenger side door for her so she could get in. He himself quickly went around the front and got into the driver’s seat of his black Mercedes.

“I promise this will be an excellent surprise.” He smiled gently as he buckled up, “You’ll love it.”

Y/n watched as Harry pulled up in front of a fancy restaurant in the heart of London. She took notice of the long line waiting to see if they’ll be able to get their turn.

Taking in the appearance was when Y/n realized they were at ‘Le Gavroche,’ one of the most expensive restaurants in London.

Harry quickly parked the car, turning the ignition off. “Y’ready, baby?” Harry asked as he turned towards Y/n.

He took notice of how pale her face was as she took in her surroundings. “Are y’okay, Y/n?” He questioned, worry lacing his voice.

Y/n shook her head, “Harry, I can’t afford this place.” Sadness radiating off from her. She didn’t want to ruin Harry’s night just because she couldn’t afford a meal at a restaurant.

He gently cupped her jaw since she wouldn’t make direct eye contact. “Hey. You do not have to worry about paying a dime. I’m the one who invited you so it’s my treat.”

“I would never ever put you in a situation that is out of your control and one that would make you uncomfortable.” He finished his speech with a comforting kiss on her forehead.

He watched as Y/n released a breath of air and her shoulder relaxed, her face not so pale anymore.

“Y’ready to go inside now?” She smiled and nodded, finally meeting Harry’s eyes.

They both hopped out of the car and Harry handed the valet his keys, wrapping his arm around Y/n’s lower back and leading her inside the restaurant.

The two were quickly seated due to Harry’s reservation that he made a few nights prior. Harry being the richest and one of the most popular chief executive officers of London has its perks.

Harry ordered them a bottle of his favorite wine that he wanted Y/n to try knowing she loved wine but she had to be vigilant with her money.

The waitress quickly got their orders and left the two of them.

Harry took a sip of his wine, “So I have something I need to ask you.”

Y/n raised her eyebrows as she took a small sip of the delicious sweet red wine. She quickly set down her glass, “And what’s that?”

“My mum comes from Cheshire every month to have lunch with me and catch up, but I asked her if she could come for an extra so you could meet her.”

Harry analyzed Y/n after he said what he did. He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable by having her meet his mum so early on in the relationship.

Harry reached his hand across the table and rubbed soothing circles onto the back of her hand, “If you’re uncomfortable you don’t have to. I just thought-”

“It’s fine, Harry,” Y/n cut off his nervous rambling. Something he always did around Y/n yet when he’s in front of his employee you wouldn’t catch him dead stumbling over his words.

She gave him a small smile, “I would love to meet your mum.”

After that, dinner went well. The two talked about everything going on in their lives and any plans they wanted to do for the upcoming holidays.

Y/n was excited to spend the holidays with Harry considering she has no family besides her friend but since they’ve moved out it’s been hard and they’ve drifted apart.

“Thank you for dinner, Harry.” Y/n smiled as they waited for the car to pull up from the valet.

Harry smiled, ducking down and leaving a kiss on her cold cheek due to the cold weather outside. “Of course m’love.”

Her cheeks heated up at the pet name but she was thankful the car pulled up shortly after.

“Can I take you one more place before I drop you off at your place?” Harry asked as he shifted the gear to drive.

“Of course. Was this another surprise you had up your sleeve Mr. Styles?”

“No,” he gave her a cheeky grin. “We were going to be passing the place anyways.

The ride was spent in comfortable silence till Harry pulled into a parking spot. Looking up Y/n noticed they were in front of a bakery.

“You wanted to take me to a bakery?” Y/n quizzed, confusion written over her face.

Harry beamed, “Just come in with me. You’ll see.”

The bells jingled indicating customers walked into the bakery and the owner looked up from cleaning the counter.

“M’mum used to take me and my sister here all the time.”

Harry loved it when his mother would take him and his sister here, even though they sometimes didn’t have the money, Anne would make sure to still spoil them within reason.

Y/n took in the bakery before her. It was small but held so much meaning.

The walls were decorated a pale pink with white flooring. There were cases full of fresh baked goods and even a small table with business cards and little knick-knacks.

Y/n smiled as she watched Harry take in the fresh smell of baked goods, “When was the last time you were here?”

Harry’s facial expression turned sad, “Right before I graduated from college.”

“Just never have had the guts to come here without my mum and sister but now I have somebody special to fill the void and come with me.”

His words left a pang in Y/n’s heart because he considered her special. She wasn’t an ordinary person, she was Harry’s person and he was her’s.

“What do you recommend from here?” Y/n asked as they slowly made their way up to the counter.

“It depends if you’re feeling something sweet or something on the fruity side. Like the chocolate chip cookie or the peanut butter chocolate chip cookie, I highly recommend it. But also the white chocolate raspberry is really good if you’re feeling fruity.”

“I don’t know what to get,” she sighed. She was having a hard time figuring out what she wanted and they were getting closer and closer to the front of the line making her anxious.

Harry sensed this and wrapped his arm around her waist in a comforting manner, “How about you pick one cookie and I’ll pick the other and we can share?”

“Okay,” she faltered. “I’ll do the white macadamia cookie, please.”

Harry nodded and stepped up to the register to order and ordered Y/n’s white macadamia cookie she requested and his chocolate peanut butter cookie.

After paying, the worker quickly gave them their order and Harry led them back to the car where they could munch on their sweet treats.

“One white macadamia cookie for m’lady,” Harry pulled the cookie out of the bag and handed it to Y/n.

Y/n softly grabbed the cookie from him and watched as he pulled out his own. The two ate their cookies and switched flavors halfway.

Y/n wiped her mouth with the napkin to get any cookie residue off, “Those were the best cookies I’ve ever had.”

Harry beamed, happy to see her happy and content just the way she should feel.

“I guess I’ll have to take you here more often. Maybe it will become our little tradition?”

“I would like that,” Y/n smiled knowing how much the tradition his mum started meant to him.

The two sat in comfortable silence for the rest of the drive back to Y/n’s place.

“Why don’t you spend the night tonight?” Y/n asked, watching as Harry was ready to walk her to her apartment.

“You already have plenty of clothes here anyways,” Y/n cheekily grinned at Harry knowing she stole most of them when she spent the night at his.

Harry smirked, “I’m running out of clothes anyways.”

Harry would easily hand over all of his clothes just to comfort and make Y/n happy. He was whipped for her and he didn’t even realize it yet.

-

Today was the day Y/n got to meet Harry’s mum and sister. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If she was being honest she was shitting her pants.

“Are you sure this looks okay, Harry?” Y/n uttered nervously, taking her hand to smooth out the invisible wrinkles.

Harry quickly slipped his white shirt over his head and came over to Y/n and took her hands into his large warm calloused hands.

“Love you look absolutely amazing.” And he wasn’t joking, Y/n looked utterly stunning.

The short pencil skirt went to her mid-thighs and hugged her hips in the perfect spots. The white turtleneck paired well with the pale pink matching blazer. And the white Chelsea boots to complete the whole outfit. ***

“Stop fretting m’love. They’ll love you.”

Harry placed a kiss on her cheek and held her in his embrace, her head resting in the crook of his neck finding comfort sitting in his hold.

“Thank you,” she said as she gently pulled back after calming down.

Harry smiled, placing another kiss on her cheek, “Of course darling. Anything for you.”

Y/n and Harry finished getting ready. Harry sporting some dark pink corduroy pants, a white shirt, and a long black coat. ***

He looked dazzling. The white shirt and pink pants complement his skin tone perfectly and his unruly curly hair looking very appealing to Y/n.

The drive to the small restaurant was quick from Y/n’s apartment and soon both of them were walking up to the table where Anne and Gemma were seated.

Anne quickly stood up and pulled her son in for a hug, “Hi, my love. I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you too, mum.” Harry gently pulled away from the hug leaving a kiss on her cheek.

Anne’s eyes averted to the girl standing next to her son, taking notice of how she kept messing with the rings on her fingers and not being able to maintain eye contact with her.

Anne smiled, “You must be Y/n?” “I am,” she smiled nervously, holding her hand out to greet her.

“Oh no, c’mere,” Anne laughed and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m Anne,” she said as they both pulled away from the hug. “Harry has told me so much about you.”

Y/n looked over to see Harry with a sheepish grin, “I hope all good things of course.”

Anne chuckled, “Of course. Half the time the conversation is about you.” Her cheeks turned crimson at the compliment.

“Y/n this is Gemma, my sister,” Harry introduced the two.

Y/n smiled gently and waved, “Hi.”

Gemma gave a curt nod, not showing any emotions toward her brother’s girlfriend.

The four of them all sat down and conversed in conversation, well mostly Anne, Harry, and Y/n - Gemma only piping in here or there to give snarky remarks.

Y/n really liked Anne. She was sweet, kind, caring, loving, you name it.

She made Y/n feel at ease and Anne gave off a sense of comfort, something Y/n never had from not having a mother figure in her life.

Gemma on the other hand was making snide comments and being overall rude to Y/n. Especially once Anne brought up her schooling and work.

“Harry told me you want to be a clothing designer, how’s that going?”

Y/n nodded, “ I am. It’s going well, it’s hard right now since I’m working two jobs to pay for schooling but once I’m done with that I’ll put my focus solely into designing clothes.”

“I’m shocked you haven’t asked Harry to pay for your schooling since you’re a golddigger,” Gemma snarkily commented.

“Gemma!” Anne scolded. “Stop acting this way. I didn’t raise my daughter to be rude.”

“Gemma, what the fuck?” Harry spoke this time tired of seeing her give Y/n a hard time.

“What? You know she’s out to get your money, Harry. You’re rich and she’s poor, open your eyes.”

A scowl formed on Harry’s lips, “Gemma, shut the fuck up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“She’s never once asked to borrow any money from me and she has always paid her way when I’ve taken her out. Unlike you, Gemma.”

“Harry, that’s different,” Gemma started but he immediately cut her off.

“What do you mean that’s different Gemma? How is it different than my own sister asks for my money and you don’t even try to pay me back?”

“How’s that loan for school going for you Gem? Oh, wait, I forgot you came to me and asked me to pay for it.”

“Or what about when you asked me to buy you a new car when yours supposedly stopped working? Or what about-”

“Harry, that is enough,” Anne cut him off.

Harry shook his head looking at Gemma, “And you have the audacity to come after Y/n when she’s nowhere near the people I have dated before who were actually out for my money.”

Gemma’s mouth went dry and nothing came out.

Harry abruptly stood up, “M’sorry mum, but I’m not going to sit at this table and let her attack my girlfriend.”

Y/n quietly stood up next to him, “I had a lovely time getting to know you, Anne.”

“Same here dear,” she smiled. “I hope we get to do this again in better conditions. I’m sorry for the way she treated you, I didn’t raise her to be like this.”

“It’s okay,” Y/n reassured with a smile.

-

Harry fumed the whole way home about how rude Gemma was towards Y/n. Y/n brushed it off and told him it was okay.

She just thought Gemma was being a protective older sister even though the way she came across made her look like a bitch.

Anne offered for her to meet up with just Harry and Y/n for a do-over.

Anne felt awful for the way she was treated by her daughter and she didn’t find it far the way she went after Harry too.

Harry and Y/n agreed to go out for a brunch being considerate that Y/n had to work at the pub tonight.

“Hi, mum,” Harry greeted once she walked up to the table where he and Y/n sat.

“Hi, darling,” she smiled walking into his awaiting arms and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Since yesterday was something I cannot apologize for enough, let’s start over.” Anne smiled, “I’m Anne, it’s so nice to meet you since this goofball only talks about you.”

“It’s okay, really,” she reassured kindly.

Y/n smiled loving the way Anne welcomed her into their small family with welcoming arms, “But it’s nice to meet you, Anne, I’m Y/n.”

The three of them had an amazing time with their brunch and everything went so much better than yesterday.

Y/n quickly excused herself to use the restroom before she and Harry took off to head home.

“I really like her, Harry.” Anne spoke from across the table, “She’s kind-hearted and has good intentions.”

Harry smiled proudly, “M’glad. I just wish Gemma would see it too because family means everything to me but right now she has to work to get that title back.”

Anne smiled sadly, hating seeing her children fight, “I understand.”

“But I really like her too. M’gonna put a ring on her finger one day and marry her.”

“She’s the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me,” he sighed contently, a fond smile gracing his lips thinking of Y/n.

Harry never believed in fate, but looking back at it he would have never met Y/n if it wasn’t for it. And Harry couldn’t be more thankful because he would’ve never met his soulmate.

-

Tag list 🏷️

@michellekstyles @vrittivsanghavi @finelinesunflowers

gang/mafia au

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbour & he has a secret by @jawllines 

- part two: harry’s secret is not so secret anymore & y/n has a crush 

y/n is taking care of harry’s boss & she’s smitten series by @jawllines​

- part two

- part three

- part four

- part five

- part six

- part seven

mafialeader!h series by @angelisverba 

gangrry series by @erodasfishtacos 

only angel by @stylesharrys 

gang!/punk!harry & baby!y/n by @harrysglittershirts 

femme fatale by @hunflowers 

gang!harry series by @satanhalsey 

mafia!harry series by @shroombloomm

gold series by @slvtbible

double-edged sword by @tokyoharry 

sleepy baby by @tpwkxxangel 

two can play that game by @twohearts-hs 

gang!harry during your period blurb by @lollypopsx

a delicate thing by @gurugirl​

st. patrick by @harryscustomguccisuit​ 

limerence by @softforcal​

- part two: about time

SOCCER PARENTS AU MASTERLIST

1. spectator sport - you and joel are the most competitive parents in your daughters’ soccer league. as it turns out, it’s not so easy being enemies when your daughters become best friends.

2. clean sheet - nothing stirs the pot like your ex-husband, gossipy soccer moms, and a weekend-long soccer tournament.

3. the l word - the five times you realized you loved joel, and the first time one of you says it.

4. cupid’s arrow - you and joel have your first valentine’s day together.

5. kith and kin - your parents finally meet joel in the midst of celebrating your daughter’s birthday. 

EXTRAS

a cup of joe(l) - you and joel bring each other coffee.

in the dead of night - joel has a nightmare. you comfort him.

wine night - joel takes care of you after a night out.

facing the music - joel’s got a secret. you’re determined to figure it out.

I NEED HIM IN A WAY THAT IS OFFENSIVE TO FEMINISM