ere is a Harry oneshot. There is some self-harm right in the beginning. Sorry if it seems rushed…I was rushed while writing. Enjoy :D

Just one more cut. You thought to yourself as you slide the blade down your arm. The warm liquid poured down, dripping onto the floor. You knew you shouldn’t be doing this, you promised Harry you would stop…but bad habits die hard. The front door slammed and you heard laughing and talking. You quickly threw the blade away, covering it up with the bloody paper towels you used to clean the blood. Wrapping your arm securely in a bandage you left the bathroom and looked down the stair case. The guys were back from a pub after they finished their world tour. They all had smiles on their faces.

“There you are (Y/N),” Niall said, looking up at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his smile was huge. “I thought you were going to join us.” A frown appeared on his face.

“I had a paper due.” Was all you said as you made your way down the stairs. You were wearing shorts, Harry’s Ramones tee, and a small hoodie, to hide your arm. The guys knew you had a cutting problem when they first met you; in fact, Harry was the one that helped you stop. You could feel them staring at the scars on your thighs.

“Will you stop looking?! Only Harry is allowed to look near that area.” You said with a smirk on your lips. This earned laughs all around. Harry was the only one that wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t even looking at your legs…he was looking at your arm.

“Why?” He said in a low voice. You could hear the pain in it and see it etched into his face. “Why did you do it?”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hazz.” He stalked over to you and pulled the sweatshirt sleeve up, revealing a bloody bandage.

“I knew something was wrong the moment we stepped in the doors. It’s summer time and you are wearing a sweatshirt!” His voice raised and you flinched back at his tone. The tears swelled up in his eyes.

“(Y/N)….we thought you stopped.” Louis’s voice cut through the tension.

“I thought I did to.” You licked your dry lips. Your eyes were boring into Harry’s green ones. The room was silent for a moment until Liam spoke up.

“Well…I think it’s time we went to bed, don’t you boys think so?” He looked around at his friends. They all mumbled goodnights and left you and Harry looking at each other. He tore his eyes away from yours and walked into the kitchen, obviously angry. You followed behind him, but made sure to stay a few feet away.

“I thought we said that we would talk if you ever felt like you were going to do it again.” He said after going into the cabinet for a glass. He filled it up with water and took a sip before dumping the rest in the sink. “God dammit (Y/N)! You told me everything was fine! You said that the thoughts went away!” His voice raised and in the distance you could hear the doors of the bedrooms close.

“I didn’t want to be a burden.” Your eyes filled up with tears. They ran down your cheeks. Harry frowned and walked over to you. He hated it when you cried. He took your face into his hands softly. His thumbs gently wiped the tears away.

“You could never be a burden to me, (Y/N). I love you too much.” He smiled slightly.

“Make the pain go away Harry.” You whispered, looking up at him. He looked down at you for a minute before softly pressing his lips against yours. You kissed him back and felt his hands go from your face, down your sides and to your bum. He pulled you against him and your arms intertwined around his neck. Your fingers tangled themselves into his curly hair. His tongue pressed against your lips, begging for an entry, which you granted. He picked you up as your tongues battled for dominance. His ended up winning. Your legs wrapped around his waist and he carried you to the downstairs guest room. He laid you on the bed and tore away from your lips. You sat up, taking his shirt off. Your eyes never left his. He reached over and gently took off the sweatshirt and the shirt, tossing them to the ground. He pushed you back down so you were on your back.

His lips met yours again, this time more feverish. You stumbled on the buttons of his jeans and sighed happily against his lips when they came undone. You felt his lips go from yours to your jaw and collar bone. He nibbled the soft spot of your neck, earning a moan to escape your lips. You could feel him smile once you made the noise. His hands reached behind your back and unclipped the bra you had on before discarding it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Even though Harry had seen you naked plenty of times before, you couldn’t help but cover yourself up with your arms. But, before you could Harry pulled your arms away from your body and placed them both above your head.

“Don’t hide. You are beautiful.” He murmured against your skin. His mouth moved to one of your breasts and he kissed around your nipple. You bit down on your lip and put your fingers through his hair. His other large hand was working at your other breast. He took your nipple into his mouth, getting a small squeak of pleasure from you. His hand pulled at your other nipple. His mouth moved to your other breast, and did the same thing. He sat up and pulled on the waist band of your shorts. He slid them off and marveled down at you. He took off his jeans next. Leaning down, Harry gently kissed each of the scars on your thighs, before kissing up your stomach and to your mouth. You could feel him harden against your thigh as you grinded into him. A low groan came from Harry and you smiled satisfied.

Harry took off your underwear before taking off his own. You still weren’t able to believe how big he was even after dating him for almost 3 years now. He teased you by putting his lip in your entrance. You glared at him as a whine escaped from your lips.

“If you are going to tease, I am sure one of the other boys would happily give me what I want.” You said to him. He looked down on you growling before thrusting his full length into you. You moaned loudly and your back arched into him.

“What was that (Y/N)?” He smirked before thrusting into you roughly a couple more times. You whimpered and clung onto him, before he slowed his thrust down. He was still going deep into you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Oh Harry.” You said breathlessly. His head rested in the crook of your neck and he moaned. His hands gripped onto your hips and brought them up, so that your skin was touching. You cried out in pleasure at this action. His thrusts started picking up, which usually meant he was going to finish soon. You could feel your orgasm grow in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck, Harry. I’m close.” You moaned, your nails dug into the skin on his shoulder.

“Me too.” He groaned. With a few more thrusts you both orgasmed. He kept thrusting into you, so you could ride it out.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” You whispered as you felt his juices pour into you. Harry chuckled and got out of you, laying down in the spot next to where you are. His arm wrapped around you, as you curled up next to him.

“Baby…promise me you won’t do it anymore.” He said after a moment of silent. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I promise, Harry.” You meant it too. You didn’t want to lose him either. He was the best thing that happened to you.

“Well you two are cheesy.” Your head snapped up to see Louis standing in the door way with Zayn, Niall, and Liam. You quickly covered up your body, as Harry got up.

“Well you two are cheesy.” Harry mimicked his older friend before slamming the door in their faces.

“Well that wasn’t nice!” you heard Zayn say through the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at what just happened.

“And what are you laughing at?” Harry said, his hands placed on his hips. There was a smirk on his face and his eyes grew dark with lust. “I’m not done with you yet. You won’t be able to walk once I am.”

You blushed and looked right into the darkening green eyes of your boyfriend.

“Bring it.”

- no-danielle-protested