Song: Dress, Taylor Swift

You and Harry share an eventful New Years Eve which involves skimpy dresses, spilt wine and lots of unashamed pining.

{sexy time}

Harry watched you from across the crowded room. He'd purposefully positioned himself so he had you in his direct eye-line. You took a sip of the champagne glass held in your slender palm and met his eyes.

Your other hand came up then to tuck your hair behind your ear, but Harry noticed how your fingers slowed over the patch of skin just behind your ear, stopping briefly before coming back down to your side.

To anyone looking on, the move would've meant nothing. But Harry knew better.

Behind your ear was a small tattoo, a tiny little black crescent moon, the sister of the tiny black star that was inked behind Harry's own ear that you'd both gotten after a drunk evening hanging out at the studio. It was a secret moment in this crowded room, where the people there had no idea about you and him, but that didn't matter. Because you both knew how the tattoos were a mark made on each other, an indentation on your bodies forever more.

Breaking the eye contact before it got too much or too obvious, you turned back to your friends to join in the conversation.

You were at a New Years Eve party. The host was your brother and Harry's best friend and bandmate, Mitch. He'd decked out his two storey apartment in shimmering gold streamers and confetti, colourful lights that bathed the room and even a disco ball hung above the makeshift dance floor that was his living room.

The party had been the object of your motivations to get through the long weeks at work in the run up to the holidays, partly because Mitch always threw a hell of a party, but mostly because it meant you got to see Harry again.

There had been something going on between you and Harry for a while now and you weren't entirely sure what it was. You said you were just friends, but you knew it was certainly way more than that, as it felt much more real than any of your previous relationships.

But whatever it was, no one knew. And you'd like to keep it that way.

Harry was a few years older than you and when you'd first met him around four or five years ago, you had hardly been around due to being at university. It was only in the past six months since your return that you and Harry had met again and something had instantly sparked up.

Mitch had zero clue what was happening between his super famous best mate and younger sister, which was why you were currently acting as if nothing was going on between you and Harry.

And it was a struggle to say the least.

The start of the night had been fine - a couple of smouldering glances from Harry, the odd brush of the hand when you passed each other - but now a few hours later, once you'd had your fair share of wine and shots, things were certainly starting to heat up.

It had been silent between you and Harry all night, waiting patiently for the moment you could finally be alone with him, trying to not make your pining in anticipation too obvious. Your hands had been practically shaking when you'd made eye contact across the room for the umpteenth time, trying to hold back from him.

But it wasn't until you'd stumbled off the dance floor laughing in search of another drink when he said your name and everything just stopped.

His voice was slightly slurred, but thick and smooth like honey and you tried to remain indifferent when you noticed Mitch was close by.

"Hi H," you breathed.

Harry scanned you up and down with a glint in his eye as though he had all the time in the world and your toes curled in your heels, and you knew he had to stop soon otherwise you couldn't be held accountable for your actions.

"Harry stop, friends don't look at each other like that," you whispered, glancing around quickly to make sure no one had noticed the clear electricity dazzling between you both.

"Don't wan' you like a friend though, and I know you don't either darling," his tongue darted out to wet his plump lips and you stared transfixed, immediately craving those lips on yours, "Besides, how can I not look at you in that dress. Absolutely killin' me."

Butterflies swam round your stomach at his words, more than pleased your chosen dress had had the effect you'd desired. It was a slinky, shiny number you'd bought a little while ago with Harry in mind.

Daring to step closer to him, you swallowed before looking up at him through your lashes and speaking lowly, "Only bought this dress so you could take it off H."

You watched his pupils dilate instantly as his Adams apple bobbed in his throat and he very subtly shifted his hips; mission accomplished.

Even though you and Harry had certainly had some steamy time together - which usually involved him showing you how his skilful fingers weren't just reserved for his guitar - you'd never actually slept together, and you'd be lying to yourself if that wasn't what you wanted to happen tonight.

With one last sly smile at his speechless, turned on state, you brushed past him purposefully close, your fingertips trailing dangerously close to his groin as you made your way to the kitchen to get another drink.

You knew your few minutes of distraction had allowed you an escape, but you also knew that it would be very short lived, as now that you'd riled Harry up it would be silly for you to try and think he was inescapable. And truth was, you already couldn't wait for his pending reaction to your antics, knowing it was a dangerous game you were both playing when around your friends and family, but enjoying it nonetheless.

Besides, if you both got burned by being caught, at least you were electrified in this together.

Reaching the makeshift bar set up in the kitchen, you grabbed another glass and filled it with some sweet wine that you knew Harry would taste on your lips later.

But that later would suddenly come much sooner than anticipated, as little did you know Harry was hanging around the kitchen door, waiting for you to leave.

Making your way out of the kitchen, ready to get back on the dance floor with your friends, a strong arm hooked around your waist and tugged you into the bathroom just down the hall from the kitchen.

The movement was so quick you hardly had time to react but as Harry pushed you into the bathroom and span around to lock the door, your surprise quickly morphed into that bubbling anticipation you felt whenever you and Harry were alone.

Once you heard the click of the lock the only other sound was your quickened breathing. Harry turned slowly on his heel to face you, hands tucked low in his pockets, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows and a hungry look in his eyes. You gulped.

"Harry, we can't be in here," you said hoarsely, secretly knowing you didn't want to be anywhere but here, and that he was well aware of that.

"Why's that pretty girl?" He cocked his head to the side as he slowly started to walk towards you. For every step he took, you took one back, your grip around the wine glass tightening.

"People will notice we're not out there," you tried to reason, but the closer he got the quicker your reasoning started to turn to smoke.

"So?" He drawled out. Harry's emerald eyes were hazy, but you could see one clear intention in them as your thighs hit the back of the bathtub and he was standing centimetres away from you.

"They have no idea about m-me and you..." you trailed off as he began to drag his fingertips with a featherlight touch along the side of your body, taking the hem of your dress with them as they travelled past your thigh, hip, waist, breast until he was cupping your neck gently, but with a firm undertone.

You shivered under his touch as he gazed at you, trying to calm your laboured breathing, "Would it be such a bad thing if they did?" He probed before bringing his lips down to your neck where he planted soft kisses that made goosebumps arise on your body.

Instead of answering him, fed up of his teasing you blindly placed your glass down on the side of the bath with a clatter, some of the wine spilling in the bathtub as you did so, and grabbed for his jaw to pull his lips to yours.

Harry kissed you back immediately, a slight sway to your joined bodies since you were both drunk from the alcohol and each other, one hand still gripping your neck, the other circling tightly around your waist.

The kiss was rushed and heated, and spoke of all the teasing and pining you'd both done over each other throughout the course of the night. Harry nipped at your bottom lip suddenly, and a low moan left your lips which he used to his advantage by slipping his tongue into your mouth. His movements made you putty in his hands as he easily took control.

But then your bodies shifted, knocking the wine glass down into the bath with a loud crash of breaking glass and trickle of spilt wine. You reacted instantly, pulling away from Harry to assess the damage.

"Whoops," he murmured into your neck while his hands tried to turn your body back to his, eager to carry on what you'd started.

"H, I've gotta clean this up," you tried to pry his hands away from your body but with not much luck. You were sure someone must've heard the commotion, and knew that your little bathroom hookup had to end now before you got caught.

"Harry," he paused at your now firm tone, "I mean it, let me go."

He stepped away from you, looking dejected, and the sudden absence of his warmth made you frown lightly, "Y/N it's a broken glass, what's the big deal?"

Harry's chest was rising and falling quickly, and his lips were glistening in the stark light, and you couldn't ignore the unmistakable deep frown now set on his face, the set of his jaw that indicated anger bubbling up inside of him.

"Someone probably heard us -"

"So fucking what? Why are you so worried about being caught?"

"Because Mitch is my brother Harry!"

"And what? He doesn't want you messing around with a famous womaniser like me?"

You stayed quiet, stunned into silence. This conversation wasn't one that you were a stranger too. Recently, Harry had mentioned coming clean to Mitch and your friends about the two of you, saying that he no longer wanted to hide something that felt so right. But you were still reluctant, and he'd never pushed you or gotten angry, but clearly tonight was the breaking point.

It wasn't that you didn't feel the same towards Harry - there was no denying the obvious strong feelings dancing around your heart for longer than you'd like to admit - but you were just scared of what being public with Harry would mean. And not just with your family and friends.

While you'd been deep in thought Harry had taken your silence as an answer and the obvious hurt was clear on his beautiful face, "Right, noted. Nice to know that's how you see me."

"Harry, no wait -" but he was already out of the door in a flash before you even had time to finish your sentence.

♥

After cleaning up the mess of split wine and broken glass, and wiping a few of your own spilt tears that you'd let slip after your brief argument with Harry, you made your way back out to the party.

Making your way down to the living room, you noticed that everyone was getting ready for the countdown to midnight but when Harry had left the bathroom something in you deflated, and now you wanted to be as far from the party spirit as possible.

It felt as though everyones eye's were on you, as though they knew exactly what had just been happening a few moments ago from your ruffled hair and faded lipstick.

And when you paused at the top of the stairs and found Harry's eyes in the crowd straight away you couldn't help but think that everyone knew about you and him, when in reality they knew nothing about the silent love that flowed between you both, the patience it took to be around each other and not touch, the pining after each other that hadn't been happening just tonight but for months.

You felt that familiar shake in your hands again when your want for Harry and worries about the situation felt like they were going to overcome you; how incredibly hard it was to hold back from him when he was everything you'd ever wanted and so much more.

Only bought this dress so you could take it off.

The words flashed behind your eyes and an ache settled over your heart. You'd had a whole plan set out for tonight and you'd already managed to fuck it up. But you knew that wasn't why your heart ached.

Even though you had one intention in mind by wearing this dress, secretly you'd hoped tonight to share a midnight kiss with Harry, for him to sweep you into his arms in that steadfast and sure way only he knew, to wipe clean all of your worries and fears about being together in front of everyone and seal your love for each other with a sweet kiss.

But now it was too late.

Your mind flashed back to when you met Harry, his hair cut short and yours dyed a different colour all those years ago. How through the time you'd known each other he'd seen you at your worst times, but still never failed to see the best in you. When he would always be there for the rebound when you had earthquake like fights with your family, and he was there ready to be your shoulder to cry on.

And even tonight, when you knew he saw straight through the lies you told yourself as to why you and Harry couldn't be together, he always saw the truth in you. He was your one and only lifeline, and god knows why it had taken this long, but you'd finally woken up just in time to realise he was the person who's side you wanted to wake up to every day.

With this new revelation in mind you started rushing your way down the stairs just as everyone had started counting down.

"15...14...13..."

It wasn't too late to have that midnight kiss with Harry.

"12...11...10..."

You just had to quell your fears and show him that even though you had your worries, it didn't matter, as being by his side was something you wanted forever.

"9...8...7..."

Reaching the bottom step you searched through the crowd, expecting to see Harry easily, but everyone had swarmed in and was crowding closer to the TV as the countdown continued to decrease.

"6...5...4..."

You scrambled through the crowd, desperate to find him and in your frenzied state bumped into someone you knew could help, "Sarah! Where's Harry?!" You asked desperately.

"3..."

In her hazy state she scanned the room quickly and pointed just behind you, "There Y/N. Everything okay? You look -"

"Thanks!" You cut her off, one thing in mind now that you had eyes on Harry.

When you reached him he had his back to you. Taking a deep breath to calm your panting from rushing through the crowd, you gripped his arm and turned him around.

"2..."

He looked startled and confused as he looked at you, opening and closing his mouth, before speaking, "Y/N, what are you doing?"

"Something I should've done long ago," you said confidently, looking him straight in the eye.

"1...! Happy New Year!"

And as the celebrations rang true you reached up and grabbed the open lapels of Harry's shirt, and pulled his mouth straight onto yours.

The boom of the fireworks matched the sparks that flew between you and Harry and the pounding of both your hearts.

As always, Harry reacted with fervour to your lips, wrapping his arms around your back, bringing you as close to him as physically possible. As the kiss deepened he leant you back, briefly mirroring one of those classic kisses, his hands on the back of your neck and lower spine keeping you secure.

You stayed like this for a while wrapped in each others embrace, until a loud cough over the music and cheers made you both break apart and look up.

Mitch stood there along with Sarah and a few of your other friends with an unreadable expression on his face, "Wanna explain why you're kissing my little sister Styles?"

Harry looked around awkwardly as he straightened up, but kept a hand wrapped around your waist to keep you near to him before clearing his throat and addressing Mitch, "Because -"

But you cut him off, "Because I'm falling in love with him Mitch."

Harry's head whipped around to face you, jade eyes wide in shock; he had not expected you to say that.

It was silent apart from the continued celebrations by other partygoers as your small group stood with bated breath in anticipation of Mitch's reaction.

You looked up at Harry with a small smile and when he retuned it with so much warmth and adoration, you knew he understood what you were trying to say; no matter what happened, you both had each other. And that would always be enough.

Chewing on your lip, Mitch's silence had nearly become too much when he finally sighed in acceptance and rubbed a hand over the spot between his eyebrows, "How did I know this was gonna happen?" He asked no one in particular.

And then everyone was cheering, taking his reaction as a green light, and engulfing you and Harry in hugs and smothering you with kisses to celebrate the love you shared and the perfect timing of it with the turn of the year.

When Mitch finally made his way to face you both he gave you and Harry a long look before ruffling your hair and pulling you into his chest to plant a kiss on your head. When he released you he held a hand out to Harry, who you'd never seen look so nervous and unsure, and clasped it gratefully before pulling Mitch into a hug.

After the typical protective big brotherly words, you ushered Mitch away with a roll of your eyes.

Once he was out of sight, Harry turned to face you, pulling you closer as he did, "So, falling in love with me huh?" He asked you teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up and come here loser," you muttered with a grin.

Harry grinned back down at you before enveloping you in his arms yet again for another kiss.

♥

You and Harry continued to dance and celebrate with everyone for a little while longer before that heated pining after one another started all over again.

It was still subtle, but now that everyone knew or was hardly paying any attention because they didn't care or were too drunk to notice, your actions around Harry had become much heavier.

He decided it was all too much for him when you'd pressed your body up against his, slotting yourself over his thigh and grinding down on it, before whispering in his ear a little reminder of your earlier statement, "You gonna take this dress off me yet H?"

Harry let out what could only be described as a low growl before gripping your hand and dragging you through the crowd before anyone noticed what was clearly about to happen between you two.

You both practically ran up the stairs, giddy and shaking in anticipation of finally getting this proper moment alone together without anything waiting for you outside the bedroom door.

And just as he had only hours ago, once you reached the door of the room you were staying in, he moved in a flash and had the door locked and you pinned up against it, the breath rushing out of you in a gasp.

"God I've been dying to get you underneath me all night," Harry breathed out as he took your wrists in his hands and pinned them above your head.

"Harry," the word was practically a whine, so eager to bet at his mercy that you didn't have any time to be embarrassed by how desperate you sounded.

Understanding clearly that now was not the time for teasing, you would have the rest of your lives after all, Harry brought his lips down to yours without a moments hesitation. His body was pressed firmly up against yours, the feel of his toned thighs and already hard bulge absolutely delicious against the thin material of your dress.

You continued to kiss heatedly against the door, relishing in the desperate way you both clung to each other, as Harry got tired of holding your hands above your head, clearly wanting to roam your body instead.

And when his fingers ghosted over the zip on your spine you broke away messily from his pliable lips to say between pants, "Take it off H, please, I'm all yours."

After all the pining that had gone down between the two of you tonight, this was clearly Harry's last straw. You watched as his eyes darkened and a lusty smirk graced his face as a shiver ran down your spine solely from the look he was giving you.

"You're unbelievable you know that right?" He asked rhetorically, the compliment making your cheeks flush as he wasted no time in brushing his fingers down your back and taking the zip of your dress with him.

You couldn't help but arch your back at his touch, eager to press closer to him still, your grip on his biceps tightening ever so slightly when he trailed his hands up your arms to begin pushing the tiny straps away from your shoulders.

Within moments the dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in only your lacy thong. Harry sucked in a breath when your almost naked body was revealed to him, clearly not expecting so much of you to be revealed but certainly not unhappy about it.

"Baby," he whispered, hazy emerald eyes scanning over your body before locking with yours, utter adoration and awe evident in his gaze, "You're flawless."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, choosing to kiss him with all your might instead of replying straight away. As always he responded without delay, cupping your shoulder blades with his large palms and walking you both backwards towards the bed.

Just before you reached it, you began to tug at his shirt, pulling it out from his trousers and then quickly attacking the buttons while continuing to kiss him.

Sensing your urgency, he began to help, removing his hands from your body to rid the shirt from his tattooed chest before moving to unzip his trousers and push them down his slender hips, leaving you both in a single piece of clothing.

You pulled away from him again with a mischievous look in your eyes. Harry's back was currently facing the bed which had struck up an idea, "Sit down," you instructed.

Obediently, Harry sat and you moved to stand in between his parted knees, his hands instantly gripping back to your waist as he gazed up at you unwaveringly. You smiled down at him softly, overcome for a moment with how gorgeous he was, unable to resist reaching up and stroking his soft curls away from his face. He smiled into your touch and your heart fluttered in your chest.

Planting one final kiss to his lips, you dropped to your knees.

A low whimper left Harry's lips when he clocked onto what you were about to do. Giving him a devilish grin, you hooked your fingers into his boxers and began to tug them down, Harry lifting his hips instantly. His fully hard member sprung free and you couldn't help but swipe your tongue over your lips as you ran your hands over his things, digging your nails in ever so slightly as he squirmed above you.

Wasting no time, you leant forward and immediately took his whole length into your mouth, the deepest moan leaving Harry's lips as he threw his head back in bliss, hands threading through your hair.

You continued to move up and down his pulsing dick, finding your own pleasure in the sinful sounds leaving his mouth and the way he would tug slightly on your hair when his length hit the back of your throat.

Having done this for him before - usually after watching him in the recording booth, like when you heard She for the first time, dropping straight down in front of him among the wires once everyone had left - you knew what got him really riled up.

Dragging your tongue gently around the tip of his swollen head with your lips still wrapped around him got the reaction you were hoping for, as a loud cry of your name filled the room, while your head was pushed down by Harry's trembling hands.

But then suddenly he was pulling you up and away from his perfect cock, as you frowned at him in confusion.

"You're too good at that darling, want to be inside you when I come," he explained with blown out eyes and a dopey smile on his face.

You returned the knowing smile, definitely not arguing with his reason for stopping you, but instead pulling your panties down and smoothly climbing onto his lap. Your core rubbed up against his slick member and a noise of pleasure left both of you at finally having some contact where you both needed it most.

"I cannot wait to fuck you pretty girl," Harry murmured into your ear, his voice impossibly low.

You let out a whimper at his words, completely overcome by how turned on and loved you currently felt, what with the combination of Harry's sweet and downright dirty words sending heat straight between your thighs.

"Can't wait either H, want you so badly," you mumbled back, brushing your lips against his.

His hands moved to your hips and then he was lifting you slightly and shifting forward so that when he guided your hips back down, you were sliding home until his full length was buried deep inside of you.

Another joint moan filled the otherwise silent room, the feeling of Harry finally filling you was other-worldly; maybe it was just because of how much the anticipation had built between you two tonight you weren't sure, but you were certainly sure that his body indented with yours was something so right.

After giving you a few seconds to adjust and get your breath back, and his own too, Harry finally began to shift his hips out and back into you so that each thrust hit your deepest spot with no preamble.

You were a withering mess atop of him within minutes; the feel of his strong arms helping to guide you down onto him again and again and again as you rolled your hips into him had your body set alight.

Harry's eyes stayed trained on your face the entire time, soaking up every sound and furrow of your brow to learn how to play your body like his favourite guitar, revelling in the way your fingers clutched his hair as he made you feel impossibly good.

"H-harry I can't," you choked out, already feeling your orgasm loom and not wanting it to come this soon as you never wanted this to end, "I don't wanna -"

Your sentence was cut short as a gasp left your lips. Harry, already understanding what you were implying, had flipped you both around and adopted a slower, grinding movement as he continued to slid in and out of you.

You sighed in bliss, unable to comprehend how this more languid, intimate pace was still making you feel like all your nerves were sparklers. Harry kissed you softly, his tongue moving like silk across your own before groaning into your mouth when you clenched around him.

"You feel incredible baby," Harry purred across your lips, "Want you to come for me."

He could obviously tell how close you were as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, and you nodded quickly, unable to stall your release any longer.

But the nail in the coffin came when Harry reached one long finger down between your warm bodies to rub circles on your clit.

"Fuck H," you cried out, arching up into him as he placed open-mouthed kisses across your exposed neck.

You could tell he was close too, from the occasion tremor in his thrusts and the strain in his neck that made his jawline stand out like the shards of your broken wine glass.

And then after a few more hard thrusts and delicate swirls over your clit, your body was exploding like the fireworks you'd watched only hours earlier, a string of incoherent moans and words tumbling from your lips as you clenched around Harry's dick, causing him to follow in your stride with his own orgasm coursing through him.

When the two of you finally came back down to earth and Harry rolled off of you to lay on his side and stroke your damp hair away from your face, you couldn't help but giggle.

"What's so funny m'love?"

"Just can't believe we did that, can't believe this whole night," you said around a grin, rolling over to meet Harry's lips as he held you close, large palm spanning your bare back.

"I know...there's indentation in the shape of you on me, and this is certainly the best way to start the new year - with you by my side, no longer having to hold back," Harry admitted, his cheekbones flushed pink.

You nodded sincerely, knowing exactly what he meant, your mind already alight with pictures of your future with Harry, "Happy New Year baby."

awww yay they got together woohoo plus some sexy smut at the end hell yeah

hope you enjoyed this little festive one, I've had the idea for ages but just not got round to finishing it but here we finally are!! I loveeee this song by Taylor and just knew I had to bring something to life with it so I hope I did the song justice!

while we're talking about taylor...can we just talk about evermore?! I swear miss swift has saved 2020 with these two albums and I still cant get over how beautiful, thoughtful, and just downright incredible they are, just as she is too!

anyway little fangirl moment over haha

hope you're all looking forward to Christmas and New Years, it's probably my favourite time of year since me birthday is also very soon after new years so it's like triple celebrations for me! but I know this time can also be a difficult one for some so if thats the case please dont hesitate to drop me a message if anyone needs it <3

love you all lots and thank you for enjoying and supporting my writing :))

kait xxx