FINE LINE | HARRY STYLES

#3: the list.

-in which soleil suggests "the list" to harry and he is not so happy about it. like really not so happy about it.

NOVEMBER, 2020.

I'm in the mood to start some shit today.

Call me immature, but I think of it as helpful.

Because here's the thing. Harry and I have recently discovered what would be called "angry sex."

I'm aware we've practically been seeing each other for so long and never once had angry sex. It's crazy, I know. But the thing about Harry and I's arguments is that usually he ends up just walking away.

He's the more mature one in this relationship.

Maybe.

Harry doesn't like yelling at me. The man will "I don't agree with you, but okay" his way into oblivion until I'm tearing my hair out. That is, until I push his buttons.

Usually I don't follow after him during a fight. I let him walk away and one of us eventually apologizes when we end up getting bored.

Until last week. Last week, I had gone to a meeting for the new Euphoria season coming up. Harry stayed home with Luna being as she's only about 3 months now and he's attached.

During the meeting, one of the new actors joining us started to flirt with me. Me thinking it was funny, I brought it up to Harry.

Big mistake.

The man was growing insane with every detail I spilled. He had to stand up so he could pace, shaking his head every time I told him what the newbie did.

Things were said and I grew sort of upset. Yet I couldn't help but notice how insanely attractive he looked with his nostrils flaring and the vein sticking out of his neck as he shouted about this stupid new guy.

I know it's wrong to just ignore something like this, but I couldn't help myself. In the matter of seconds, I was on my knees for him. I'm pretty sure that was the best head I've ever given him because the poor soul couldn't stand straight for quite some time.

Eventually he dragged me to the dining table where he just completely destroyed me. Luckily, Luna was upstairs in her nursery. Or else that girl would've been traumatized.

When it was over, I was taken aback at the different side of him I had seen. Never had he been so rough yet so gentle yet so angry all at once. And he took all that jealousy and slammed it right into me.

I'm weak at the knees just thinking about it.

Since then, it had been the only thing on my mind. And now that he's home from tour for good, I have him more to myself. Well, when Luna doesn't need something from us.

So, this morning I decided I was going to get it again. And I knew exactly how I was going to do it.

"A what?" Harry raises his brows at me.

He's sitting on the couch, feet up on the coffee table as he works on random lyrics on his laptop. I approached him and sat down beside him, digging my knees into the couch. Luna's fast asleep upstairs, the baby monitor cradled in his forearm.

"A list." I repeat, my excited smile never fading.

"For what? We need groceries already? Diapers?" He inquires, looking genuinely confused.

"Let me explain." I begin. I'll admit I'm kind of nervous. I have no idea how he's going to react to this. "My parents have this list they each made. Basically you write down anyone you'd wanna sleep with and if you ever have the chance, it's a freebie! And since we're getting married soon, I was wondering if we could have that list."