quarantine // h.s.

part 11 // harry happened

authors note: nsfw warning!
it is my duty as a fanfic author to write smut for my babes

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the following morning

my eyes flutter open accompanied with the familiar pounding of a hangover-induced headache. i press myself up from the uncomfortable couch in the living room, and as my eyes focus on the scene in front of me, i groan. ten of us are sprawled out in the living room. crushed cans and empty plates cover the side tables and coffee tables. my string bikini is still somehow tied correctly on my body and harry is on the floor right next to the couch with his lips parted slightly and just clad in his swim trunks. the activities of last night slowly arrive back into my memory and i roll my eyes at the potentially cringey moments from last night. i glance down at my chest momentarily and notice a faintly purple mark sneaking out from underneath my bikini top. all of the sudden, a foggy flashback from early morning hours arrives to the front of my brain.

harry pulls my wrists above my head and pins them to the wall in the hallway, both of them held together in one of his large hands. i glance up at him, my eyes growing wider as his grew hungrier. he towered over me, and as moments passed he slowly closed the gap between our faces.

"the way you look at me... it turns me into a new man." he murmurs in my ear, taking my ear lobe in between his teeth. with every action my insides stir with anticipation. his lips and tongue swirled harshly but perfectly on my neck and my legs begin to shake. i whimper repetitively and with each whimper he seemed to grow more passionate.

"harry, what if someone sees again?" i gasp in between kisses on my neck.

"i don't fucking care. i want you and only you." he growls. he takes me down the hallway, our lips not breaking once, and opened the door to an empty bedroom. we begin to strip each other's clothes off until i'm just in my bra and underwear.

"get on your knees." he orders and points to the bed. i crawl onto the bed and get on all fours. harry begins to leave kisses down my back and hundreds of goosebumps rise on my skin. he slides his hand up and down my inner thighs, just brushing lightly over my panties and down the other thigh- causing my breath to hitch. he slides his hand in between my legs, beginning to rub circles on my clit from the back. my head drops as i groan in pleasure. after a few moments, he slides his finger inside of me and curls the top of his finger upwards- making my back arch with every movement. he grabs ahold of my ponytail with his other hand and tugs gently as i get closer and closer to finishing. a few seconds later he removes his finger and bends down, placing his tongue on my clit. within a minute, i feel the heat in my abdomen grow and grow. my legs begin to shake and my walls begin to contract as the speed of his tongue increases, and i collapse down as i finish. as i catch my breath, i flip over.

"do you want to..." i start to ask, implying sex but too bashful to finish my question. he places his hand underneath my chin and runs his thumb along my lower lip.

"you deserve a little bit better than that, even though i've been thinking about it every night." he says. a brief wave of confusion hits my thoughts but i shrug it away, as i'm perfectly fine with doing other activities as well.

i push him down to the bed and as i pull his briefs down, i take his length into my hand and swirl my tongue around the tip. he whimpers softly as i take it entirely into my mouth- quite a feat for its size. progressively, i move my tongue and my hand faster up and down as i feel him squirm underneath me. he places his hand on top of my head and guides me gently up and down until i feel his dick flex in my mouth.

"jesus, wren." he gasps as he finishes in my mouth and i swallow quickly.

i snap out of all of the dirty thoughts swirling around my brain as harry places his hand on my shoulder. i blink a few times to escape my zoned out state and glance up at him.

"i think i left my shorts in your room last night, can i go in there with you to get them?" he whispers and i nod. we head to my room and i open the door slowly, attempting not to wake jess.

as i peak inside the room, jess and michael are nose to nose entangled in the covers. their arms wrapped around each other and they were both snoring softly. i tried to not be too loud as i gasp and motion for harry to look. he shockingly places his hand over his mouth and giggles a bit.

"i guess they do secretly love each other, huh?" he says, referring to the first time we chatted on the roof when i told him that michael and jess had always been in love with each other, and that michael and i were not sleeping together no matter how many rumors were circulating.

i quickly sneak in and grab harry's shorts, trying to shuffle out quietly to try and not wake them. harry smiles at me as he takes his shorts from me and enters his room to change. in the meantime, i make myself an iced coffee and sip it slowly.

a few minutes later, harry rejoins me in the kitchen and pours himself a cup of steaming black coffee in a dolphin shaped mug. the news is softly playing on the small tv in the kitchen, and harry and i both watch it silently.

"i've been caught up in your bullshit so much that i almost forgot about all of this going on." i tease and he smirks before laughing.

"you love it." he responds and i giggle, shrugging at the same time. "wanna go sit outside?" he asks. i nod and follow him outside to the porch that wraps around the front of the house. we both sit on the large comfy porch swing and i lay horizontally, placing my feet on harry's lap.

"i'm not putting you through that much, am i?" he asks naively.

"you are." i respond and he purses his lips to the side and looks down into his lap.

"i'm sorry, wren." he apologizes in a genuine way, from what i can tell.

"like i've said a few times, there's just something about you that keeps drawing me in, no matter how much we fight and scream and hate each other sometimes." i admit.

"i wish i could explain to you what you do to me." he starts, beginning to rock on the porch swing. "no one, and i mean no one, has made me feel the way that you do. you're so stubborn and so frustrating but i can't get enough, wren."

his words cause tornadoes in the pit of my stomach and tsunamis in my mind. i never thought that harry would even speak to me, let alone speak these words to me.

"i want to be with you, i just don't know what people will think." he says and i remain in silence for a few moments. i know what he means, as jess and penelope aren't the biggest fans of how harry has treated me, and on top of that sierra hates both of our guts and she is a huge controller of the group.

i twiddle my thumbs a bit and sigh. "i don't want to keep secrets, just to keep you." i say, finally looking up at him in the eye. he reaches down and rubs my cheek and nods.

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later in the night

harry and i hadn't talked much since our conversation earlier, and my head has stirred ever since. essentially we had both laid it out on the table to each other, yet not much has happened. god, what the fuck are we doing? what am i doing? i think while laying on my bed, rubbing my temples in stress. i can't help but to notice how often i'm in situations like this, wondering what has happened to me.

harry happened.

as i spiral even more, a knock on the door sucks me out of my thoughts and i open the door to be greeted by harry once again.

"let's go watch a movie with everyone, yeah?" he smiles sweetly and i nod, pulling on an oversized zip up that basically hangs down to my knees. i follow him into the living room and see that the hunger games was playing on tv, and immediately feel a sense of comfort as the series has always been my favorite. harry plops down in a large papasan chair in the living room and i glance at him before he mouths sit with me. i look at him, around the room, and back at him worryingly. in response to my demeanor, he takes my hand and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my waist. i blush lightly and smile down at my lap.

i take another look around the room. "they're all looking." i whisper to harry.

"good." he smirks and places a kiss on my shoulder.