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We love two cuties and a little jealousy (tell me if you want a part 2) 

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i.

Sometimes, Y/N just couldn’t help but to be all over Harry. 

Normally it was for no reason at all; periodically, it just felt like necessity to sponge kisses all over his cheeks and throat until he giggled, or to drag him between her thighs so that he laid his head against her chest, or flop down into his lap and demand his attention for a little while. If she felt in particularly needy, she would slink down on her knees and coax his prick into her mouth until his cum coated her throat, or she might get him hard, press him inside of her, and just keep him warm as they cuddled (she preferred to be atop of him, as he would draw intricate designs and patterns into the skin of her back, raising goosebumps and soothing her). The last one might be her favorite, mostly because every time she shuffles even slightly, Harry moans a little breathless noise that sends a shiver up her spine.

Could anybody really blame her though? Harry was so gentle and soft and sweet, it was often that she was overcome with love and the immense desire to show him just how much she appreciated him. And it was not always that she had time to come up with a thoughtful gift that would exude her adoration - though she did those often as well - sometimes it was just so intense, she needed to unleash the emotions right then and there. So riding him and murmuring that she loved him into his mouth in between smeared kisses was obligatory, and offering up her mouth while he attempted to write an excerpt of his latest piece was incumbent on her as a girlfriend. What kind of partner to him would she be if she didn’t exercise these acts for him? 

Harry never questioned her on it either, which leads her to believe that he is just as greedy for her attention as she is for his. He soaks up the kisses, will push away whatever he is working on to cuddle with her, or whisper promises against her mouth about having her after he finished. And it is not to say she’s the only one who is overcome with love from time to time - Harry has his moments too. If Y/N has been perched over her computer all day for an essay or works overtime at the roller rink, Harry will go out of his way to wriggle back into her focus point (only if it is not critical she be paying attention). He’ll pick her up from the roller rink and spread kisses over her face once she sits in the car, or he’ll lift her from her chair and tell her it’s important to take brief breaks in between each page to not impair the creative juices flowing (“As long as you don’t mind a cuddle with me as your break?” He would ask shyly.) 

Yes, most of the time it was just a clinginess that resulted without reason. 

However, today that is not the case at all. 

Y/N knew that she wasn’t the first person Harry had been with, she had found that out relatively early in their friendship. Just because she was aware of it didn’t mean she had to like the fact - sometimes it stunk when she realized that there was someone who had seen Harry how she gets to see him. The thought of somebody holding onto his biceps tightly and moaned into his mouth, or laid their head on his chest and let his heartbeat lull them to sleep -- a nasty feeling crawls beneath her skin and plants itself there. She doesn’t like that she feels that way, because jealousy is such an unpleasant thing, but sometimes she can’t help it. It wasn’t often that this wracked her; mostly, this arose after Niall makes a comment about how he can’t imagine Harry with anyone else but her and how he wonders what the other people were like before. “Don’t you wonder?” He asked her, “He’s so quiet about it - I’ve asked him once or twice and he’s never been all too leading on who it was. Oh - oh fuck sake, do you think it was Meredith? She had to be one of them right?” 

“As much as I love hearing you theorize about his past lovers, Ni, I really need you to clean the boy’s restroom, it’s a horror movie in there.” 

Not all of the feelings associated with it are bad though, because she’s then reminded that she is the one Harry is with now and she is incredibly happy with that. Though, when she actually meets one of the people that Harry had been with, one could only imagine the turmoil it sent her through. 

Harry is not one for parties and neither is Y/N so they rarely ever go, but it was Harry’s friend Adam’s (who he’d met in a literature course last semester) birthday party and Y/N thought an appearance was in order. Mostly because he was a good friend to Harry and always had his back if he missed a lecture, and partly because Adam always regarded the two of them fondly and spoke of how cute he thought they were, which made the both of them bristle happily. Plus, he had given both of them gifts for their birthdays so it just seemed right to bring him something and stop in to say hello. Neither of them bothered to get too dressy; Harry wore an olive green cardigan with a white top that had a cartoon lamb pictured on the front of it, and Y/N took to wearing one of Harry’s more grandpa-ish larger sweaters, that swallowed her whole and gave her killer bingo-wings. The plan was to stay until people started getting obnoxiously drunk, then fleeing to a drive thru and pigging out while both watching and critiquing one of the standardized young adult book movie adaptations (any YA novel film adaptation was up for grabs, but they dare not critique Twilight too harshly, because Y/N is more than ready to lay herself on hot coal for Edward Cullen and Harry knows not to cut between an old middle school flame like that). 

It turned out that Harry and Adam shared quite a few mutual friends, some of which Y/N had already met at that point and some of which who were new to her. Like Alisa, who greets Harry with a big hug around the neck that makes his cheek smoosh against her shoulder and kisses either cheek in a big, grandiose smooch. Y/N’s brows raised, wondering who this might be to have such an ecstatic reaction to his arrival, “It’s been ages, Harry! You never come out anymore - thought you might be trying to avoid us.” 

Harry’s face scrunched up with a smile, “Never,” he peeled back from the hug, “I’ve just been busy, s’all, with school and work.” He stepped back, turning towards Y/N and pulling her over to him by the shoulder with a soft smile, “Through all the mess of school and work, I met Y/N. She’s my girlfriend.” 

Y/N felt her face warm considerably - it always did when he referred to her as such - and she waves at them lamely, but is almost immediately brought into a hug by Adam who just about squeezes the life out of her like he hadn’t seen her a week before. “This one, you’ve gotta keep an eye on,” he tells the others, her face crushed into his chest, “She’ll steal the last cookie right from under your nose.” 

“That happened one time! One time and you’re labeled a monster, honestly I won’t be apart of this narrative Adam.” 

She gets comfortable with everyone, seeing that most of them are just as sweet as Harry is, albeit a little less shy. The only person who appears to be less than happy that she was around was the one called Alisa, who made a point not to really look in her direction. When she spoke it was never directed towards Y/N, and she was not very delighted when Y/N chimed in on something she said - or at least she didn’t seem to be. For a little while she thought that maybe she was just looking to deeply into things, however when she goes out of her way to ignore Y/N’s comment on how hard it was to type with cold fingers (almost like someone had strung your fingers to rope and were puppeteering them), she makes eye contact with Adam. 

Adam, who later let's Y/N in on the fact that Alisa was not only Harry’s ex, but she was the one who Harry lost his virginity to. “They never has a big falling out or anything — Harry just didn’t want to be in a relationship at that point of his life, and she wanted one so they…they kind of just slowly stopped. No hard feelings.”

No hard feelings until the boy who didn’t want to be in a relationship with you, shows up with someone he calls his girlfriend. Harry had unknowingly stopped them before they could even progress into acquaintances. Which would explain why she is latched to his side, looking for any excuse to hold onto him, touch him, squeeze him - hell, she even ran her fingers through his hair once. 

And Harry is uncomfortable - Y/N can tell, from the tension in his shoulders, the unsure glances he keeps sparing her every time she does something different, how as soon as she parts for the restroom Harry makes his way to her side. He presses a kiss to her temple, “I’m sorry,” he remarks quietly, “She is quite touchy-feely. I can ask her to stop if it is bothering you.” 

I’ll tell her to bloody stop, Y/N keeps the thought to herself because she doesn’t want to stress him out or to cause a scene. Though it does soothe her that he came over to her and acknowledged it, comforting her insecurities that there might be even a little bit still there regarding feelings. She merely slid her arm around his waist and squeezed his side, smiling at the squeak it tempted from his throat, and she tilts her body against his only for a moment, “S’okay,” she hums, before peeling herself from his side - she’s not the possessive type, and she doesn’t want to make Harry feel awkward, so she gives him a pat on the bum and waves him down so that her mouth is pressed to his ear, lips stroking against the lobe, “I’m going to fuck you raw as soon as we get back to your flat.”  

Harry’s cheeks flush a cherry red as he straightens out, Y/N announces to the group that she would be going to get drinks if anybody wanted any just as Alisa made her way back to the circle they’d been in. Y/N bit hard on her lip as she walked off and saw Alisa take her empty spot beside Harry, fighting pass the urge to roll her eyes on her way to the kitchen. When she is grabbing everyone drinks though, one of their friends - Thomas - skips up behind her, squeezing her shoulder in his broad hand as he grabs for another spritzer, “So you’re Harry’s new girl, hm? Thank god for it, you two are cute.” 

Y/N smiles, “Oh stop it.” 

“I’m serious! I’d never tell a lie.” He covers his fingers with his shirt and twists off the top, “Don’t pay any mind to Alisa - she’s never really gotten over them “splitting” so I think she may be malfunctioning. Who wouldn’t though? Harry’s a catch - I might have to jump his bones myself.” 

With a snort, Y/N gathers the drinks, makes him take a few so that she wasn’t a spill threat, and they both make their way back. 

The night continued on as such, with Alisa being touchy-feely, Harry being too sweet to say anything, and Y/N trying desperately to be nice. Though at some point it was becoming a bit disrespectful, or so Y/N thought, because she was standing right there. Right fucking there! Who just touches and squeezes on someone’s boyfriend with them right fucking there? Not that it would be okay at any point, but with Y/N around? 

Y/N would pop off -- she wants to -- but Harry is her sweet boy. He’s her sweet boy who gets so bashful when the attention is on him, and she knows if she were to start something it would garner attention and not a positive kind. This is a few people’s first impression of her and it most definitely is the first impression of her as his girlfriend and she didn’t want to disappoint. However, she was very close to not giving a fuck. Especially when she tiptoes up to whisper something into his ear that makes him blush, and Y/N doesn’t fucking like that one bit, because she’s the one who makes him blush like that. Nobody else. 

Rationally, Y/N would never do what she does next - she had always found this very rude, and if someone had done it to her she would be something short of livid - but desperate times call for desperate measures. If she could not speak her mind to this girl and couldn’t drag her through the mud as she would like to, then she could simply remove herself from the situation. Though that kind of felt like she was giving Alisa the greenlight to do as she pleased in Y/N’s absence, so she reaches out towards Harry’s sleeve and gives him a tug, “Will you come with me for a mo’?” She asked him briskly, and Harry nods, smiling softly and pulling at her heart. 

They weave their way through the two bedroom flat until Y/N finds the bathroom, the door slightly ajar revealing nobody inside of it. She stuffs Harry into the room first before jumping in behind him, kicking the door shut swiftly and twisting the lock as soon as the knob latches. Harry appears confused, his brows crinkled, and he reaches up to adjust his glasses on his face, “Is everything okay, Darling? Do you feel sick?” 

A surge of that neediness hits her like a freight train; it is suddenly imperative that Y/N has him close. She was jealous and greedy and she couldn’t help it, as Harry stood before her, looking soft as ever. His cheeks were rosy and flushed from the humid party air, cardigan slumped down on one arm revealing a litter of tattoos that decorate his bicep and a peek of those on his forearm. It’s when she sees the worried look on his face and the soft, pale yellow polish on his nails that is the final blow. She lunges forward, drawing him down towards her mouth and smears their lips together in a searing kiss. Harry makes the most precious startled squeak muffled against her, and she parts to kiss at the corner of his mouth, on his chin, on his cheek. The clear gloss she wore on her lips left his skin sticky, his mouth glossy from hers. Her hands are everywhere, from cradling his face, down to his throat, his collar, down his shoulders towards his hands and wrapping them around her. 

“Baby, baby, baby,” he repeats, laughing breathlessly, disbelieving, “What’s gotten into you?” She continues to push kisses around his mouth, until he gets ahold of her shoulders — it’s times like these Y/N is reminded of how strong Harry actually is. He keeps her away like she weighed little to nothing and has no force behind her. He squeezes her shoulders, looking at her with a widened gaze, portions of his face shiny from the gloss. “Sweet girl,” he begins gently, “What’s going on?”

She grumbles around a whine, wrapping her arms around his forearm and holding onto his elbows, “I just --” she huffs, “She’s all over you, but you’re mine. I -- you’re mine.” 

Harry nods in agreement, giggling some and warping their arms so that he can cradle her face, pulling her to his mouth and kissing her forehead, “I know,” he rubs the tips of their noses together, “I know, I’m yours —“

“But she doesn’t know,” she huffed, cutting him off, “Or acts like she doesn’t. The prat - I —“ she shakes her head, “I’m sorry, m’just irritated. I’m not good at sharing you.”

“You don’t have to share me,” he murmured, “I’m all yours baby doll, and how about we leave I'm thirty minutes, yeah? And we can reestablish that it’s you I belong to. How does that sound?” 

Y/N smiled big, just about splitting her cheeks before pushing another brisk kiss to his mouth. 

“Good. So, so, so good.”