Flower (H.S) (18+)

Flower

Summary: Twenty-one year old Flora struggles with her revelation that she's in love with thirty-two year old Harry Styles, who she happens to have a very close friendship with. To make matters worse, he's married to a beautiful leggy blonde woman called Lindsay.

Warnings: Cheating, age-gap, sexual content

Sexual content will include; daddy kink, squirting, mild pain play, slapping, fingering, nipple play, slight degradation but nothing extreme.

This is my first piece of writing in a long time. If people like it I may write some more or expand on this story. I hope you enjoy :)

Word count: 4,372

"I hate seeing you this upset. It's even worse when you won't tell me what's wrong." His hand is placed on the back of my head, stroking my hair and pressing me further into his neck, the action only making me cry harder. "Please tell me, sweetheart. Then I can fix it for you."

I nearly laugh at the fact he thinks it's something he can fix. He probably thinks someone was mean to me at college or that I messed up on an essay, or some other petty problem that normal young people spend their time crying about. Something that is easily fixable. He has no idea it has nothing to do with any of those things and absolutely everything to do with him.

"I-I can't tell you. I can't speak about it p-please don't make me." I know he would never actually force me to tell him anything. But I also know I'll give in and tell him if he asks me enough. I find it incredibly difficult to lie to him about anything, it just feels wrong to be deceitful towards him even if it is for his own good. So this is me asking him to drop it and hoping that he listens.

"You can, flower. You can always tell me anything." I feel him sponge a kiss onto the side of my head and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, trying to push away the overwhelming urge to return the favour and press my lips softly against the skin between his neck and shoulder where my face is currently burrowed. "But, I won't force you if you really don't want to tell me."

I feel the vibration through his skin as I let out a frustrated groan into his neck. I feel like screaming. It isn't that I don't want to tell him. That implies that I don't trust him and that could not be further than the truth. He's one of the only people on this earth I trust at this point and I wan't more than anything to tell him exactly how I feel about him, even knowing that he's literally married and the chance of him feeling the same way about me is very slim. But I can't. I care too much about him and I know he would beat himself up about this. He would blame himself for being too caring and affectionate towards me. And as a result I would lose him. I know I would.

"Hey hey. None of that." He moves both hands up to my head, cupping it and pulling it out of his shoulder so I'm forced to look at him. He tucks the irritating strand of hair that's been pestering me all day behind my ear and I want to cry all over again when it stays in place right where he left it. Of course he's able to fix that so effortlessly just like every other thing that feels wrong in my life. "My sweet girl, you're so frustrated today." I feel my stomach flip, the ache that's always present between my legs when in his presence intensifying at his words. How am I meant to not feel things when he speaks that way? I'm completely powerless against him. "What's eating you, hm?" I consider muttering 'not you, unfortunately' but think better of it, realising it would sound somewhat immature to him.  Instead I ignore him and shove my head back into his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck, earning a chuckle from him and I revel in the sound of it. I think his laugh might be my favourite thing in this world.

We stay like that for a while and I find myself having to talk myself out of climbing into his lap to get even closer to him several times. After some time he moves his arm from beneath me, pausing the soothing feeling of his fingers rubbing slowly against my side. I've been so comfortable led here with him that I would have fallen asleep had it not been for the intense heat that has been building inside my body from being so close to him.