Hard candy // Harry Styles

Part 3

Harry yawned, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow propped onto the counter in his candy store. He checked his wristwatch again, huffing in annoyance. It was awful, but someone had to do it. And by "had to", he meant it in the literal sense.

He owned the store and for... legal reasons, he couldn't hire a salesman. He had to be the one to do it. The candyman, as it were.

It was excruciatingly boring. But he had no choice but to sit there, Monday to Friday, from 11am to 7m and put on a chipper attitude for the kids and a seductive lilt for the ladies. The latter of which he didn't mind at all, usually. Not that he minded the kids either, he was genuinely fond of kids. Otherwise he would've pretty much gone mad doing this for the past 2 years. But the ladies were the only true perk of this whole thing (except for the other undisclosed ones of running this business).

Who would've thought that being a candyman would get him laid as much as it did? Not him, but it was the only thing that kept him from going batshit crazy with boredom on the daily. It was easy, really. Kids would rarely come into the store by themselves. Usually they'd be accompanied by their nannies or mothers. Thankfully not so much grandmothers, as they tended to not want to overly spoil their grandkids or were too mindful of looming cavities. The odd male customer now and again, but unfortunately chivalry seemed to have indeed died, since so few ever stepped over his threshold. Women, as it turned out, were much more inclined to either succumb to their own sweet-tooth, or make a nice gesture in the form of gift giving candies to someone else.

His favourite were the mothers, though. The MILFs, as Harry unashamedly called them.

Harry couldn't deny it, he'd always had a thing for older women, and there was just something about women that had children of their own. Mothers were just instinctively nurturing, warm, empathic, kind, gentle whilst simultaneously strong, fierce, downright cutthroat when it came to protecting what was theirs. And, to Harry, they were women, in the truest sense of the word. Not all women were cut out to be mothers, you had to really be a force to be reckoned with to want to take on such a role.

On top of all that, Harry found mature women to be extremely in tune with their bodies. They knew what they wanted, how they wanted it, and they took what they wanted unapologetically. Something primal seemed to awaken within women that had given birth, it's like a switch they'd flick within themselves and they'd finally realize their inegalable worth in this world. They knew they were unstoppable. And fuck, was that sexy.

Having been with both younger and older women, he much preferred the latter because of all of these reasons. Younger women had their own appeal to be sure, but he just found himself significantly more attracted to older ones, both physically and on an emotional level as well. He found that he just didn't quite have the patience for women younger than him, and at 27 that shrunk his dating pool considerably, most having already gotten married by the very least by then.