summary: in which harry is y/n's sugar daddy and she's kind of hiding a teeny tiny secret from him
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warnings: smut, age gap, sugar daddy h
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(Y/N) didn't get back to the room until the sun had set and the stars were out.
It was like they were mocking her. Twinkling and glimmering so far away. She wishes she could just disappear, but she has to make it up to Harry.
The door was unlocked when she got there. The suite was dark, but she saw Harry instantly. He had his phone to his ear, his readers on, and his laptop in front of him. He was talking business and it faltered only slightly when she walked in. His eyes shot away from her right away as he continued on talking.
She shut the door quietly behind her and went directly into the bathroom. She needed a shower and some time to think. So she took her time in the shower, really hoping that he'd be asleep or at least pretending to be when she came back out. She's tired after a long day of avoiding Harry and she'd really not like to get into all of that tonight. So, she really takes her time.
But when she's done everything she could ever think of doing, she comes out of the bathroom in just a robe since she was so quick to get into the bathroom that she forgot clothes. Harry's computer was shut, but his glasses were still on. He looks exhausted, but she knows that he wants to talk. Of course he would. Harry likes to get things off his chest, he won't let them go. (Y/N) knows him better than she thinks she does. She should've known.
But she still hurried to lay down and turn her back to him. It was silent in the room for several minutes. She could only hear the sound of him breathing and nothing more. She wishes she could fall asleep right this minute just to avoid the inevitable for a little bit longer.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to move. She knows he won't believe she's asleep already. He knows her better than that.
What is she supposed to tell him? She was only using him for his money in the beginning and didn't want to be close to him? She's certain that's not what he wants to hear, but perhaps it's the better alternative.
Or maybe she can just tell him she's messed up. Never had an orgasm in her life. It's not him, it's nothing personal. Like he'd accept that answer. He'd just want to give her one even more.
It's not that she has trouble either. She can get herself there almost every time. But Harry . . . there's just something missing. She chalks it up to him not knowing her body the way she does. She's never told him explicitly what gets her there and what she likes so maybe that's one of the reasons why.
But as for not telling him . . . how do you tell someone they didn't make you cum? She hasn't been letting him touch her! It's her fault. It is. He's never touched her for more than just a feel of how wet she is. That's it. He's never put his mouth on her or rubbed over her and that's only because she didn't want him to be close to her like that. But things have changed. She can only hope she didn't ruin everything.
"Harry," She sighed. Now it's a matter of putting her thoughts into cohesive sentences. It's tough. She likes him so much. She doesn't want to do any more damage. "It's not that easy."
"Come on, (Y/N). You could've just told me to keep going or something. Could've been honest with me. I can't believe you never told me." She turned over to face him at the first hint of sadness in his tone. It's all her fault. She fucked up big time. She's not sure how she's going to fix it this time.
