Basically the life I dream of having if I was lonely and needed Harry to give me love.
One-shots/imagines/blurbs about Harry Styles.
Y/N - Your name because you're the cutest
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Synopsis: Dom!Harry and Y/N have a lot of trouble keeping things a secret at work
Harry and Y/N had been together for about two months now.
"Hi baby," Harry didn't have to look up from his desk to know his girl walked into the room. His eyes stayed on his computer as he quickly typed things out. He pushed his chair out and she crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs and snuggling into him, burying her face in the cosiest place in the crook of his neck.
"Hi daddy," She hummed, her eyes fluttering shut from a busy day at work.
She was still working as a receptionist at 'Styled' despite the fact she was dating the CEO. They had to keep their relationship a secret from the staff but at the end of the day, once everyone left, Y/N couldn't stop herself from walking into her boyfriend's office and smothering him in kisses. He never complained about it, he loved it a lot. Almost as much as he loved her.
"Are you sleeping around my place tonight?" He asked, trying to type the rest of an email but he felt her squeeze his shirt in tiny fists and switched off his computer, bringing all his attention on the girl in his lap.
"You sleepy baby?" He cooed, kissing the shell of her ear and rubbing his hands up and down her back.
She nodded, "I want to go home with you," She sighs.
"Is there a please in that sentence little girl?" He teases.
She lifts her head and looks up at him with hazy eyes and pouty lips, "Please daddy." She whispers.
Harry carries Y/N to his car and lies her down in the passenger seat, kissing her lips and placing his jacket over her to warm her up a little bit. He took a second to take her in, much like he always did in the small moments, before getting in the car and driving her to his house.
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"Are you dating anybody?" Amelia asks, another girl on reception who Y/N had become good friend with since she started her job.
Y/N blushes thinking back to last night and the time she spent at Harry's house doing much more than just sleeping.
"N-Not really..." She says, unconvincingly. She was a terrible liar.
"So there is somebody?" Amelia smirks and leans across the desk.
"I don't know." Y/N looks away from her watchful stare.
Her phone lights up and she looks down to see a message from Harry. She quickly turns her phone over in hopes that Amelia doesn't see it but by the look on her face she must have figured something out.
