You walked to work alone the next day.

You'd also slept alone in your apartment again last night, even though you were planning on staying at Harry's for most of the week.

After your almost explosive fight yesterday you'd given Harry one last disappointed look before striding out of his office. The two of you hadn't spoken for the rest of the day while you tried to pick up the reins on planning The 1975 album launch party that Harry seemed so adamant to go ahead. If he wanted to speak to you like a controlling boss then you'd supposed you best do your job, albeit very stubbornly.

But you'd broken the obvious stalemate when the clock had hit six o'clock and you'd made your way back into Harry's office to bid him goodnight.

He'd been hunched over his desk, the glow of the computer illuminating his scrunched up features as he poured over whatever was capturing his attention.

The sound of your heels tapping against the floor had made him look up, but the silence still persisted as you held each others gaze and made your way to his desk.

Harry had stood when you'd reached it and came to stand in front of you, his eyes full of concern and sorrow and longing which you knew was mirrored in yours. You both hated what this situation was doing to you both, how it was making you act.

Clearing your throat, and averting your eyes for fear the intensity in his own would make your resolve crumble, you'd spoken, "I'm gonna stay at mine tonight."

You could've sworn his shoulders had sunken slightly, even though his face held no surprise as he nodded in understanding and ran a hand through his hair before resting it low on his hip.

"Don't stay too late," you'd said to his silent reply, knowing he was probably burying himself in work to try and fight the guilt bubbling away, as you'd done the same thing all day after all.

"I won't," was his hushed answer.

Harry's eyes shone as you'd nodded this time, now unsure whether to just walk away or lean into the goodbye kiss that felt like second nature by now and one that you were certainly craving.

But luckily Harry had acted, grabbing your hand in his own and pulling you towards him slowly, to press a kiss to your temple.

You'd breathed each other in for a moment longer, savouring the warmth you knew you'd be missing tonight, when he'd whispered softly against your skin, "I love you."

It wasn't an apology, or an excuse, but it made your heart crack a little nonetheless because his quiet words were all you needed to know that things would always be okay.

"I love you."

You'd whispered the words back, equally as gently before pulling away and making your way out of the office, your hands lingering together until the last moment.

Part of you still ached a little at the solemn yet comforting moment you'd shared last night, and you sighed as the rain beat down against your umbrella as you continued down the sidewalk.

You knew having the night apart had been the right thing to do, as this morning you felt a lot better about what had happened yesterday after some long hard thinking in the toasty bath you'd drawn before bed.

There was no way you'd back down from trying to get Harry out of this sentence he'd been written, and from wanting to bring Liam down for what he'd managed to spin so carefully. But, you'd realised last night that maybe there were other ways to do it.

Because you didn't want to be put in a a situation that meant lying to your boyfriend, and maybe your fiery will had gotten in the way of that before, but you had eventually realised that misleading Harry wouldn't help. He needed people around him who he could trust, and right now you were not sure if you were being a very good example of that.

You'd also span the situation around, and put yourself in Harry's shoes. By doing this, it had made you understand why Harry was so protective on this particular issue; you would never want Harry going somewhere and being around someone who could potentially cause him harm.

But on the whole, these realisations had made you come to one easy conclusion: you were going to find a way to frame Liam for all he'd done, but it was going to be in a way that didn't cost your trust and, even possibly, relationship with Harry.

And this resolve is what kept your chin high and your steps steady as you made your way through the rainy streets.

You lifted your umbrella slightly to move it with the small wind that blew and suddenly found yourself meeting a pair of familiar hazel eyes.

The power walk you'd been building up stopped as you halted abruptly in your tracks, a few other commuters grumbling as they navigated around you, but you paid them no heed as Zayn's lip curled slightly as though he had been looking for you.

You supplied a small, slightly confused smile in return and began walking towards him, moving to the less crowded inner side of the pavement, under the shelter of a low awning attached to a block of townhouses.

He followed your path as you stepped under the partially sheltered alcove and tilted your umbrella back to see his face better. The hood of his jacket was drawn high on his head, but as he got out of the rain he pulled it down and shook his damp hair out.

You waited in silence as the rain trickled down the sides of your umbrella, just looking at him as he shuffled around, clearly glad to be able to get some privacy away from the crowds for a moment.

"Hey Miss Stone," he said quietly. The look in his eyes perplexed you; they mostly held nervousness, but also a hint of brightness, as though he had something to share.

"Please, called me Cecy," you replied instantly.

He offered a single nod in thanks before clearing his throat, "I, um...I was actually hoping to bump into you."

You peered up at him, obvious curiosity and encouragement to continue lining your eyes. And with a deep breath, he did.

"It's about Liam."

Now that caught your attention. You knew there was no hiding the anger that flickered over your face at hearing his name as your back stiffened, what exactly was Zayn's angle here? "If you're here to gloat or something you can -"

"No, no. Cecy I'm here to try and help."

You stopped short, any bubbling feelings of animosity and caution ebbing away instantly. This certainly wasn't what you had been expecting.

In truth, Zayn's involvement in all of this always brought you up short. The way he'd acted towards you when he'd walked in on you and Liam alone on New Years; so cordial and aware of what could've possibly happened. And then not to mention the words he'd muttered to Harry as he'd held him back and tried to prevent anything worse from happening.

Liam's doing this on purpose.

Deep down, part of you felt a flicker of confirmation of what you'd not let yourself believe: that Zayn's alliances with Liam were maybe not as strong as you and Harry had perceived them to be.

But you didn't let that show on your face, instead schooling your features into an open but neutral expression, "How exactly do you think you could help?"

"I have evidence."

This time you couldn't help the quick rise of your eyebrows as the surprise washed over your face, but it was soon replaced with a light wariness as you knew you had to tread very carefully where this conversation could possibly lead, "Evidence of what?"

Zayn shuffled on his feet again under your piercing gaze. He'd always had the utmost respect for you and your work ethic, love for the job and just general powerful aura whenever he'd been around you. And as much as he knew Harry was excellent at his job, and maybe a mistake had been made in leaving Eroda, Zayn also knew behind every great man was an incredibly strong woman.

You watched as Zayn glanced to the passerby's still crowding the street before looking back to you, "I can't say much but...let's just say I don't want to be a part of Liam's games anymore, and I have something that can prove I was unwillingly pushed into this."

Your eyes narrowed a fraction at his cryptic words as you tried to read between the lines. From what you could gather, without wanting to assume anything, Zayn was implying that Liam had...forced him into cooperating with his conniving plans.

And even though your stomach squirmed at the though of Zayn having been put in such a position, especially considering he was an innocent party before all of this had happened, there was one massive question stopping you from going further.

"How can I trust you?"

A flicker of what seemed to be hurt flashed through Zayn's hazel eyes, but ti was gone before you could dwell on it. Besides, you had to be careful. Harry was in such a vulnerable position, one wrong move of trusting the wrong person could mean no chance of preventing the downfall seemly planned for him.

Zayn contemplated your words carefully for a moment. Even though the question had struck him a little, he understood your motives. As someone with a habit of being extremely careful with who they trusted, he couldn't blame you in the slightest for having your doubts. But swallowing his fears, and with the knowledge of wanting to do the right thing, he pushed past his worries and said the one thing he hoped could sway you.

"I have a recording of the phone call from Liam straight after the New Years party where he admits to making up the claims of Harry's suing."

Your mouth parted and your eyes widened as you took in Zayn's words in stunned silence.

If this was true...that phone call could be the answer to all your problems. If there really was a piece of evidence out there with Liam blatantly admitting his wrongdoings then this whole thing could be saved.

But why hadn't Zayn already come out with his evidence and brought Liam down himself?

He must've watched the question form on your face, because he started speaking before you could ask, "I couldn't come out with it on my own cos I don't have the backing of a huge company like Harry does. My manager believes Liam, trusts Liam, and my whole career and PR is pretty much entirely dependent on Bear Records while my spotlight is still growing."

You huffed a sighed as he spoke, having realised the answer yourself as soon as Zayn began to explain his predicament. Liam had managed to be almost wholly in control of Zayn's career that he'd essentially created his own pawn, knowing Zayn couldn't back out of the uncompromising corner Liam had pushed him into.

It was incredibly crafty, and had clearly been a plan set in motion long before New Years. The thought made your blood boil.

You'd defended Liam, befriended him again thinking he was the same soft eyed boy he'd been when you'd first met. How could you have been so naive? How could you have basically been the one to get Harry in this mess?

Once again, Zayn must've read the emotions cross your face as he took a step forward and gripped your elbow gently, his voice matching his touch, "Cecy, power changes people. No-one could've seen this coming, hell I've been beating myself up for falling for his ploys and leaving Eroda for weeks now."

You peered up into his eyes, never having quite realised how wise and empathetic Zayn was, "You're right. I just feel so frustrated all of the time, I want to help Harry and bring Liam down and I've been trying to think of..."

Zayn furrowed his brow as you trailed off, your eyes going distant for a moment, before alighting with what could only be described as the answer to a question that had been plaguing you for a while.

Then you were throwing one arm around him, hugging him tight in relief and gratitude for having appeared when you'd almost ran out of hope for being able to save Harry. It was a fleeting embrace, as you pulled back soon after to find Zayn looking awkwardly ruffled and increasingly confused.

"Now I know you need to be as discrete as possible because of Liam's hold over you, but I know a back entrance into my building," you rushed the sentence out, heart pounding as the new and improved idea go bringing down Liam continue to form in your mind, curtesy of Zayn's revelation.

"Right..."

"Would you come with me now and talk to Harry with me?"

Zayn was quiet a moment as he considered your offer. But he didn't take long to decide, as truthfully there was only one right answer.

"Absolutely."

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You and Zayn stood before Harry's desk as he stared at you with those intense green eyes.

It reminded you of standing in front of your teacher at school after asking for your grade to be bumped up and awaiting their jurisdiction.

Your hands fidgeted where they were clasped behind your back as you awaited Harry's verdict of your newly revised plan.

Zayn had taken the majority of the explanation, being quick to apologise and admit his mistakes before moving swiftly onto the phone call he had managed to keep a tab of.

Harry had been dubious at first, but when Zayn quickly eluded to the feature he'd had set up ages ago for his own safety, as well as his families when he'd first started to become famous, Harry nodded in understanding. He'd actually revealed to having a similar phone contract in place for his work phone, which had been news to you.

Thank god it isn't on his personal phone was all you thought, the memory of a few steamy phone calls resurfacing in your mind.

After that, you'd stepped in. You kept your apologising to a minimum, because from the moment you locked eyes with Harry after entering his office, you could tell he wanted to express a similar clarity after yesterday's argument as you'd been feeling on your walk to work. And not wanting Zayn to be subject to that, you keep it brief before moving on to the crux of the conversation.

The plan was foolproof. A lot of moving parts yes, and of course always a potential to go wrong, but with the contacts the three of you had and the knowledge Zayn had of Liam's building and office, the plan was pretty much faultless.

There was also a huge hint of irony and karma, as your methods of catching Liam out were very similar to what he'd done to Harry. It was always good to learn from your enemies after all.

But of course, you knew Harry. And now understood his reasons for having not wanted you to go through with something like this after your perspective change last night. So part of you was still a little nervous to see whether he'd agree or not.

As that was the biggest thing for you now - Harry had to know every inch of the procedure and be okay with it.

The seconds ticked by as Harry continued to survey you both and your hope dwindled with them.

But then a brightness began to shimmer in Harry's eyes and you were smiling broadly before he'd even spoken.

"I think it could work."

You turned towards Zayn and see a smaller, but equally bright, smile take up his pretty features. He gives your hand a quick squeeze before turning to Harry, "You really think so?"

There was a vulnerable hope in his voice, as though he'd been worried what he had to offer wouldn't be enough to try and prevent Liams colluding. You couldn't help but feel for him, recognising how hard it must've been for him to work up the courage to seek you out and help Harry when so much was on the line for him.

"Yeah I do," Harry must've recognised what you'd noted too, as his eyes were soft even as his tone stayed firm, "It's going to take some careful planning, but at this point I'm fed up of sitting around and being prepped like a pig for slaughter."

Harry caught your gaze as he finished speaking, a blazing fire there that hadn't been present in weeks, and you almost sagged in relief knowing that Harry now saw your side of things too - you didn't want to go down without a fight, and neither did he.

You wanted to practically jump on him and kiss him, so glad to know your night apart had led to more of an awareness after your argument than if you'd stayed and tried to continue battling it out. It was a testament to yours and Harrys relationship, as well as temperament. Being able to acknowledge when time apart was needed and to use that time to assess the other point of view was an incredible thing, and something you'd only ever dreamed of having with another person. An understanding that deep.

Harry must've watched all of those emotions pass over your face as his lips quirked up slightly, his eyes glowing with adoration before schooling it with his causal business demeanour.

"Great...that's great," Zayn breathed before clearing his throat, "I've gotta be careful, but I want to help as much as I can."

Harry stood from his chair and made his way towards his former client, "Yeah of course," he paused and clasped a hand on Zayn's shoulder, "It's good to have you back mate."

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Later that evening as the sun began to sink towards the horizon, you stood in the small ladies changing room a few floors above.

The rest of the day had been so busy, what with now having Zayn back on yours and Harry's team and the subsequent organising and finalising of your plan to catch Liam out in his lies.

But the few butterflies that had started gathering low in your stomach around an hour ago when the day slowly started to pull to a close were now fluttering away in a torrent.

As you'd gotten dressed this morning, opting for a fairly simple nude dress with flowing sleeves, you'd reached into your tights drawer and your hand had brushed past a pair of stockings and their matching suspenders. Your stomach had plummeted in anticipation and lusty mischief at the feel of the sensual material and you just knew you couldn't not wear them.

Scrambling for the matching bra and panties, you'd slipped the completed set on and grinned a sly, satisfied smile as you looked at your lingerie clad body in your mirror. Knowing you had this on underneath your clothes, with Harry having no idea made your toes curl in excitement.

And up until a little while previously, you'd forgotten your little secret because of how consumed your mind had been all day. But now here you stood, adjusting your coat tightly around you to make sure none of the lingerie was peaking out.

Your dress was folded neatly inside your bag and with the way your coat curled around your body, Harry would have absolutely no idea that you actually only wore underwear beneath. The thought made you smirk.

The whole ploy was part of your apology that you'd intended to execute at the end of the day, but due to the drastic, unexpected turn of events that bumping into Zayn had been, it now felt more like a celebration.

It had also been to help to try and distract Harry; to relax him after how stressed and wound up he'd been recently, but from the subtle glances and brushing touches he'd made all day you knew his calmer mood had already been partly achieved.

However, throughout the day you had still spied some doubts and worries etched on Harry's face, and you couldn't say you blamed him for still being apprehensive. Going through with all this, and trying to vindicate Harry was a risk - everyone knew that - but you could tell Harry still felt those initial dejected emotions looming, threatening to take control again and lead him to change his mind.

So maybe this was still an attempt to relax him.

Giving yourself an encouraging nod in the mirror, you turned and left the changing room to make your way back up to your floor.

Standing in the elevator felt strange knowing how little you had on, but much to your relief no-one joined you in the short ride to a few floors up.

The doors opened and the tapping of your heels was the only noise in the otherwise silent floor; Phoebe had left about half an hour ago, as had everyone else who shared this floor with Harry so you knew you were definitely alone. The thought made a bolt of excitement rattle through your lower stomach.

You paused outside Harry's office as you had done a hundred times before and straightened your coat one last time, schooled your face into one of easy-going neutrality, took a deep breath and then pushed the door open.

Harry's curly head snapped up from where he'd been sat behind his desk, shuffling and filing some papers, his computer already shut down for the day, "Hey Ceece," he greeted you with a warm smile.

You returned the smile and made your way towards him, dropping your bag onto his rust orange sofa as you did so, "Hey baby."

"You ready to go?" Even though his eyes softened at the pet name, his question held a note of unsureness, and you knew he was still a little too aware of your argument yesterday.

Even though the looks you'd shared today, especially when conversing with Zayn earlier this morning in this very office, had said all you'd needed to know in regards to both of your apologies, you still felt some words wanting to come out.

"Yeah in a minute..." you had reached Harry now, and as you spoke you slid onto his lap, your legs hanging adjacently over his own, "I, um, just wanted to say that I am sorry for what happened yesterday. I had a think about it all last night and I realised that I'd be reacting just like you if our roles were switched."

His eyes shone as he looked up at you and wrapped his arms around your waist and hips, "It actually scares me sometimes how alike we are," was all he murmured in response, "I'm sorry too, because I thought the same thing when I was in bed last night, which was devastatingly empty without you by the way."

Your lips curled into a sheepish smile before he continued, "I think we both just have a need to do everything we can for the other, and sometimes we just have to take a step back and get some perspective my love."

You nodded firmly, grinning at him now, knowing there was an understanding now that didn't need to be voiced. So instead, you just leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to his awaiting lips.

He hummed happily against your mouth before you both pulled back. Harry tapped your thigh as though to motion getting up, "Ready then?"

But you stayed put, "Not yet actually," Harry's brows quirked together in confusion as a flicker of what you were about to reveal flashed through your eyes, "Since you've been rather stressed lately, I wanted to try and help out a bit. It's also kinda part of my apology too," you finished with a chuckle.

"Oh?" Harry's curiosity was definitely peaked as he looked around you to try and figure out what you were getting at.

Smirking, you shifted slightly so the bottom flap of your coat fell away from your thigh to reveal the top of your stocking and the clasp that attached it to the suspender belt around your waist.

Still completely oblivious, Harry hadn't noticed your little movement against him, so taking his chin gently in your hand you pulled him to look back at you, "Harry..."

"Yes?" He looked like a lost puppy, but as you motioned with your eyes for him to look downward, all signs of confusion eddied away to be replaced by realisation.

Harry's eyes widened, green irises being swallowed by his pupils as he stared transfixed at the sheer black material against your creamy skin. His mouth hung open, but he closed it briefly and you saw his throat bob significantly before he met your wanton gaze.

You pressed a kiss to the side of his throat, just on the underside of his jaw, before rising gracefully from his lap to stand between his knees.

He only gaped at you, seemingly frozen. But you knew it was certainly in a good way from the clear bulge already forming between his thick thighs.

"Go on then," you encouraged, dipping your chin to indicate the tie at your waist which held your coat tightly around you.

That seemed to break him out of his stupor, as Harry blinked a few times before reaching for you eagerly, working the knot impossibly quickly and letting it fall to your sides.

Harry leant back in his seat for a moment, as though to compose himself for what he was about to see. There was an imperceptible shake in his hands as he reached for you again, and as his fingers slipped through your coat and ghosted across your ribs you shivered.

You watched his chest rise and fall, his breathing pace quickening as more of your lingerie-clad body became unveiled to him. His dark eyes darted between every inch of skin that was revealed as you moved your hands to help him out, slowly pushing the coat from your shoulders and letting it pool behind you on the floor.

Your heart hammered away in your chest as Harry surveyed you with a hooded, desiring gaze that made your body turn molten. Harry always had that same look of unabashed longing in his eyes whenever you were intimate together, no matter what you wore, how groomed or made-up you were, it was always there, and had been from the first night you'd met.

"You're absolutely exquisite Cecelia," he breathed, finally meeting your eyes. Harry was impossibly captivated by you, and he knew it was written all over his face, and he was damn sure glad about it, as you deserved to know just how beautiful you truly were.

A slightly stuttered, small breath left your lips as your eyelids shuttered at his words, and the emotion that was conveyed in his glittering eyes. Choosing not to speak, partly because you were unsure of the stability of your voice, you answered by dropping to your knees.

Harry sucked in a harsh breath as you situated yourself inline with the centre of his desk and immediately began working on his belt buckle and the clasp of his dress pants.

"Christ baby," he muttered, helping you to pull down not only his trousers, but his underwear as well so that his throbbing dick sprang free.

You felt a rush of wetness between your thighs purely from just looking at how hard Harry was for you, and you knew your hunger for him must've shown on your face because he groaned lowly.

And that sinful noise was all you needed to lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, suckling on the head as Harry threw his head back and let out a loud groan.

He instantly had your curled hair in a fist to keep it out of your face, and you couldn't help but wonder if Harry had envisioned you sucking him off behind his desk before.

The thought made you smile around his tip as you widened your mouth and sank down to the hilt in one go. It took Harry by surprise; his hips bucked and you gagged a little as the added pressure pushed him further down your throat, but you weathered it, staying there and glancing up at him to indicate an unspoken confirmation.

Harry's eyebrows flicked up slightly, reading what was on your face easily. He gulped loudly, knowing this could possibly ruin him, but his eagerness quickly overshadowed that as he began to carefully thrust his hips up.

You moaned around the thickness of him as he slowly fucked your face, his grip on your hair never faltering as he used you to chase his high. He was so far down your throat that you felt a prick of pain, but you definitely couldn't say you weren't enjoying it.

Before long though, Harry's thrusts became sloppier, and his moans more incoherent and you knew he was already building up to that point of absolute pleasure. So, taking back the lead, you began to move away from him, your lips smacking off of him with a quiet pop.

"Fuck that was unbelievable, you're unbelievable," Harry praised, swiping his thumb across the drops of moisture forming in the outer corner of your eyes. You shot him a coy smile, taking a few breaths before going straight back to taking him into your mouth.

Harry cried your name loudly as you continued to pleasure him, alternating between smoothly swallowing the top half of his heavy cock or settling for licking and swirling your tongue around his tip while one hand palmed his balls.

Harry was on another planet with how well you were working him, and after a couple of minutes he began to feel that tightening low in his back again that indicated his release building swiftly. He was still blown away with how quickly you could get him to the brink of orgasm, knowing that it wasn't just your ability that got him there but just the fact it was you was enough to have him hard in seconds.

It was that thought alone that made him let go of your hair and instead cup your chin to pull you away from him.

A sound of pleasured pain left his lips at how perfectly wrecked you looked. Your lips were ruby red and swollen, eyes glistening with the unshed tears from when he'd taken control, a flush coating your cheeks and chest, and Harry had to try his hardest to not come from the way you were looking at him alone.

"Why'd you stop?" You asked hoarsely.

Harry fought to control his panted breaths, "There's something else I'd like to do."

Excitement shone clear in your eyes and Harry flashed you a wicked smile before hoisting you up and flipping you around so your back was to his front in one quick movement.

"Oh," you breathed in realisation as Harry ran a hand down your spine with a lick of pressure as you took the silent command and pressed your front flush to his cool desk.

His hands worked quickly, unbuckling the clasps on your stockings, "You're definitely going to have to start wearing these more often," he mused, and you smiled in smugly as he hooked a thumb into your panties and pulled them down your legs.

You felt so exposed, but in the best possible way as you felt Harry's knee push against the inside of your own to spread your legs even further.

"I can see how wet you are for me from here baby," Harry's husky voice and filthy words made you whimper loudly.

And then in the next heartbeat, Harry was gripping your hips and thrusting into you in one fluid motion, instantly hitting a spot so deep inside you that a near-scream left your lips.

From the fast, rough pace Harry immediately set you knew you wouldn't be able to last long before your own orgasm began to creep upon you.

Your combined moans filled his office, along with the sensual sounds of his thighs slapping against your ass as he pounded into you.

It was all you could do to grip the desk, so tightly your knuckles turned white as Harry's movements made the legs of the desk groan as they shuffled forward a fraction.

"Harry," you whined as he took your hair into his fist again and pulled your head up.

"Like it when I'm rough darling?" Harry panted into your ear, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the clammy skin of your neck.

"Yes!" you cried around a sob of pleasure as he delivered a particularly hard thrust that had your orgasm speed upon you, "So close baby, want you to make me come."

Your words must've snapped something in Harry as he began to move in and out of you impossibly faster with a loud moan of his own that had your legs trembling.

But the real blow was when he reached his spare hand around to your front and began to circle and rub your bundle of nerves with two fingers.

You screamed his name as your orgasm crashed so powerfully through your body you swore you saw stars. Feeling you tremble and clench around him had Harry spurting into you seconds after, profanities and your name tumbling from his lips like a mantra.

Harry collapsed onto your back, his arms taking most of his weight as he framed both of your bodies, his sweaty shirt warm against your skin. Only your panting breaths filled the room as you both tried to come back down to Earth from the insane pleasure coursing through both of your bodies, still joined together.

Swallowing thickly, after finally reigning enough energy to speak, you turned your head slightly to look at Harry, "You've wanted me to do this for a while haven't you."

His lip curled up into a smirk, his eyes fluttering open from where they'd been closed in bliss, "How could you tell?"

You shrugged, fighting the giggle bubbling up in your throat from his lack of denial at his fantasies being revealed.

"From the first day you sat opposite me in this office and asked me if there was anything else I wanted you to do on a regular basis, my first thought was that you could bend over the desk and let me fuck you," he replied so quickly, and unashamedly that your jaw dropped.

"Harry!"

His loud laugh reverberated from his chest and through your back as you laughed along with him, albeit it very incredulously at his honest admission.

As your giggles died down he continued to grin dopily at you and you knew the same blatant love was reflected on your own face.

"Well maybe you should've asked me back then and I could've done this ages ago," you quipped eventually.

And as though in answer, his dick pulsed from where it was still deep inside of you and you squealed in surprise.

"That's for being such a little minx," Harry murmured in your ear as he lightly slapped your ass. And from the sultry promise held in his tone, you knew this fantasy was far from over.

omg that sure was a long one besties!!

so a lot to unpack...firstly how do we feel about Zayn coming back into the picture - do we trust him??

and what do you think their plan is to catch Liam out, any ideas?? 

and finally hecy made up with some steamy make-up sex yayyyy

I ended up really liking this chapter so I hope you did as well :)) now that I'm on my easter hols for two weeks I'm hoping to roll out at least two more chapters for you guys, because as much as I love PA and am gonna be so sad when its finished, I really want to start working on my new fic which I am SOOO excited for!!

hope that you're all keeping safe, happy and well, and remember I'm always here for anyone at any time so don't ever hesitate to drop me a message if you want :)

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