informed consent | short story + one shots

a night apart

Word count: 10,760
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“What time do you have to leave?” Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Mia as he stood behind her. She stood at the ironing board, smoothing the iron over one of Harry’s shirts to get the wrinkles out. Steam filled the room as she felt his lips on the side of her neck.

Mia’s lips involuntary curled up into a small smile, “In like an hour, you?”

“Mhm. Same. We could leave together.” Harry suggested.

“Harry,” Mia smiled, glancing at him over her shoulder, “I’m only going two floors down. So leaving together would really just mean getting in the elevator together.”

He pouted, cheeks heating up a bit at how pathetic and clingy he felt. He watched Mia’s concentrated lip-bite as she continued ironing his shirt before she put the iron down and exhaled, “Done.”

“Thank you, lovie.” Harry crooned, watching as Mia pulled the cord out of the iron to let it cool down, “One of these days you have to show me how to iron decently so I can do it myself.”

Mia turned around and slipped her arms around his shoulders, pulling herself closer to him, “I don’t mind ironing your shirts, H.” She murmured, pressing her lips to his.

He moaned immediately, eyes fluttering when her pillowy soft lips brushed his. Harry slipped a hand down to her ass, giving a firm squeeze while keeping his other hand between her shoulder blades.

“Wanna cuddle a bit?” Mia sweetly asked.

“Yes.” Harry breathed immediately. It felt stupid, but he was going to miss her tonight.

He knew he had to man up. It was one night apart. One fucking night. And he would come back to sleep here, in her arms like always. A small shudder wrecked him when he already couldn’t wait. Going to sleep with Mia was incredible. He couldn’t even really explain why but the sight of her sleepy face right before dozed off himself, was unmatched.

He believed that was one of the reasons he always dreamed of her and always woke up the happiest he could feel. 

But they were branching out. After a couple of weeks of living together, they spent a night apart. 

Mia was going to Hazel’s for a girls night, just the two of them. It was Mia’s first time really going back to the apartment ever since she moved out. But Renan was out and Taylor was busy, so Hazel and Mia decided to do a traditional night like they used to do when being roommates.

And Harry was going to his mates, in his old dorm room. Brooklyn - the guy who once hit on Mia - actually took his spot and now lived with Liam and Niall. Harry clenched his jaw, knowing he was going to be there tonight. Brooklyn was an okay guy and mostly a friend of Niall’s. And Harry partly knew his little attraction to Mia was innocent and he’d never act on it - knowing she had a boyfriend. And also, Mia would never act on it.

She kissed Lynn, but it was with Harry’s approval and he was there. She’d never have done that without him knowing or without talking to him first. And Harry knew that was innocent too.

Mia was young and inexperienced, and she was curious. If anything, Harry was proud that she dared showing that curiosity with him around. The Mia he met would’ve been too embarrassed to admit she was attracted to a girl. But the Mia he knew now was proud and more confident, and he loved that about her.

He wanted that for her. 

He loved her more than anything, and he wanted Mia at her happiest. He hoped he aided her in that. And if letting her kiss a pretty girl was a way to make her smile and blush and trust herself more, he’d gladly push her to do that.