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You sense him before your eyes can even find him, he’s always had a way of making a room feel smaller by just stepping into it causing everyone’s focus to pull in his direction even when it’s the last thing he wants. Now normally you wouldn’t mind seeing him, you’d actually be excited to see him since he’s one of your bestfriends and someone who can make you feel an immense amount of happiness by simply listening to him talk about whatever random hobby he’s obsessing over at the moment. But right now Harry Styles is the last person you want to be around as you step inside the coffee shop that’s too dimly lit in your opinion for being near seven at night.
You do your best to swallow down any remaining nerves as you walk up to the counter, ignoring the man that’s tucked into an armchair in the corner with his phone in his hand. As you scan the menu trying to decide between a hot latte or an iced coffee you feel the presence of someone standing behind you, when you take a step forward giving the man behind the counter a smile they return it before you watch their eyes look slightly above your head before looking back at you. Just as you open your mouth to tell him what you want you feel a familiar weight on your shoulder as a hand gives it a gentle squeeze.
“She’ll have an iced vanilla latte.” Harry says with a smile as he moves so he’s now standing next to you, his hand falling from your shoulder down to your lower back to guide you forward. “Muffin or no? I’m not sure what you like with your evening coffee.” He asks as he looks over at you with a quirked brow and before you can tell him you don’t want anything he is looking away from you and back at the man behind the counter. “One blueberry muffin as well please.” You want to roll your eyes at how he doesn’t even let you answer but right now you’re too busy trying to process what exactly he’s doing here.
“Harry.” At the sound of your voice he turns to look at you after pulling you to the side to wait for your order to be ready. “What-”
“Why are you having coffee so late in the day?” He asks as if he is just now realizing what he ordered for you not even two minutes ago. You just stare at him for a moment and let the idea that this whole thing is nothing more than a dream briefly float through your mind, because the more you think about it the more none of this makes sense. Harry isn’t supposed to be in the city right now let alone in this coffee shop you’ve never even heard of an hour before it’s due to close.
“What are you doing here?”
“Having coffee.” He answers as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I should’ve gotten you a decaf. You’re going to be up all night.” He mumbles as he turns to grab your iced latte and muffin from the nice man behind the counter.
“It’s Friday I’m allowed to be up a little late.” You argue as he walks over to the chair and table you saw him sitting in when you arrived, leaving you no choice but to follow him.
“How can you eat a muffin when it’s dark outside?” You roll your eyes as he hands you the baked good after you take a seat in the leather chair next to his. “Should be a law against it or something.”
“Harry what are you doing here?” You ask again as you take your drink from him. “And not just here in this coffee shop but here like in California because aren’t you supposed to be in New York until-”
“I came home early.” He answers with a shrug as he leans back into his seat. “And I was just in the area and saw this place and it-”
“You were in the area?” You know he’s lying by the way he avoids your eyes, opting to give you a nod as he looks down at his black trousers picking off a few random pieces of lint that’s stuck to them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming home early?” You ask between sips of your coffee and it’s not until he lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair that your eyes take in his full appearance, you feel the color drain from your face when you land on the red rose he has tucked into the front pocket of his black suit jacket that’s over a simple white tank top making it a appear slightly more casual than dressy.
“It was a spur of the moment thing I was going to-what’s wrong? Why do you look like you’re about to pass out?”
“You-you have a rose in your pocket wh-why do you have a rose?” Harry looks down at the single rose in his pocket and then back at you with confusion etched on his face.
“Uh because I like roses just like everyone else? No one’s ever upset with roses.” That answer has your mind flashing back to a message you received earlier this morning from a man you were set to meet in this very coffee shop in just a few minutes.
“I like roses, no one is ever disappointed when they get roses.”
“Edward?” You watch Harry’s whole body stiffen as you whisper the name of the man you’ve been messaging with for a little over a week, the name of the man you met after mindlessly filling out a profile on a website at an obscenely early hour while taking a break from out job applications and emailing staffing agencies your resume.
“Wh-who who is Edward?” You close your eyes as Harry’s face goes bright pink automatically telling you exactly what you already were starting to piece together.
Harry is Edward.
“This isn’t happening.” You mumble as you take a few deep breaths and open your eyes so you can place your coffee down on the table between your chair and Harry’s. “This can’t be happening.” You feel your heart beating rapidly as you begin to remember all the things you and the man you assumed to be a stranger discussed after matching on the only slightly sketchy website that was designed to help potential sugar daddies meet with people interested in exploring that type of lifestyle.
“Can you explain to me what’s not happening? I-I don’t know what’s going on.” Harry says as he leans forward so his forearms are resting on the tops of his knees.
“Harry.” You say his name with an annoyed sigh and send him a glare. “You know exactly what’s happening don’t act dumb.”
“I’m flattered you think this is just me flexing my acting abilities but I really have no clue what’s going on.” The look he gives you tells you otherwise, his eyes are practically begging you to just go along with what he’s saying as they stare into yours and you wish you could but you have questions that you need answered before you can even begin to try to move on from this.
“You’re Edward the man I met on the internet who I was going to meet here for coffee to discuss things with and I know you’re him because he told me he was going to be wearing a rose so I’d know who he was.”
“You were going to meet some strange man off the internet in a coffee shop?” His voice has no playfulness as he stares at you with wide eyes. “What if he was a serial killer or some perverted freak ready to kidnap you?”
“Well luckily he’s none of those things he’s just an annoying green eyed man who thinks I shouldn’t have caffeine so late at night.”
“You shouldn’t.” He says as he motions to the coffee on the table. “That thing is gonna have you up till dawn.” You continue to glare at him as you cross your arms over your chest.
“You’re missing the point Harry.”
“And what is the point exactly?”
“You-” you let out a sigh as you contemplate what you’re about to say. “You want to be my sugar daddy.” Your words have him sitting up straight and clearing his throat as he looks around the nearly empty coffee shop.
“I uhm well-wait a minute you said you didn’t have a job? When did that happen or was that just to seem more appealing?”
“Is being jobless an added appeal for that sort of relationship?” You question making Harry shrug while running a hand through his hair.
“I don’t know I’ve never been in that sort of relationship before.” He explains making you nod. “Are you really not working right now?” You bite down on your bottom lip as you look away from him, embarrassed that this is the way your bestfriend is finding out about your recent setback.
“I got fired.”
“From that shitty company? I’ll buy it and dismantle it bit by bit if you’d like? You know I’ve always hated your boss. Man’s eyes were never on your face they were always glued to your-”
“You can’t buy the company Harry.”
“Okay but what about beating up-”
“You can’t even beat up Niall what makes you think you’d be able to beat up my old boss?” You say with a laugh that makes Harry scoff as he reaches over for your latte so he can take a sip.
“It’s rude to bully the disabled and that includes Niall and his wonky knees.” He answers as he places your coffee down. “But really Jason is an asshole and I’m glad you don’t have to deal with him anymore even if it does make you-”
“Need a sugar daddy?” You say cutting him off making him shoot you a glare. “What? It’s just the truth and-can I ask why aren’t you more freaked out right now? I’m still in shock that it’s you I matched with but-but you’re just sitting there unbothered.” This just makes Harry laugh as he gives you a shrug.
“I mean trust me I’m shocked it’s you as well but honestly,” He pauses and looks at you with a small almost shy smile. “I’m sort of relieved it’s someone I know because-”
“Because I’m not a perverted weirdo serial killer trying to kidnap you?”
“Exactly.” He says as he watches you take a bite out of your muffin. “You know we can both just walk out of this coffee shop and act like this never happened right? We don’t need to-discuss anything. It’s fine.” You shake your head as you take a sip of your coffee to wash down the bite of muffin you just ate.
“That’s not true we’d never really be able to act like this didn’t happen.” Harry just gives you a small nod because he agrees, it would be hard to fully act like the two of you didn’t match on a sugar daddy website and then message each other about the things you’re both looking for and most importantly what you’re both comfortable with. “And besides I uhm-well bills are still due. The world doesn’t stop asking me for money just because I’m jobless.”
“So what are you saying?” He asks wanting to make sure he has a firm understanding of what it is you’re telling him. You let out a sigh as you stand up and grab your latte and muffin off the table before looking at him.
“I’m saying we should move this conversation somewhere more private so we can iron out the details of how exactly you want me to earn my rent money.” Harry rolls his eyes at your comment about earning your rent money as he stands up and slides a hand into his pocket to grab his car keys.
“Can I just ask you something?” Harry nods as he tosses his jacket into the backseat of his car that’s parked a few blocks away from the coffee shop the two of you were just at a few minutes ago. “You’re Harry Styles you can have anyone you want you know that right? You don’t need to make a profile under a fake name to get someone to spend your money on.” Harry lets out a laugh as you get comfortable in the passenger seat, placing your coffee in the cup holder before turning your body so you can look at him better.
“I’m not looking for someone to just spend my money on.” He answers as you break off a piece of your muffin, trying your best not to make a mess since you know he just got this car a few months ago because you went with him to test drive it as if you know anything about cars other than they help you get places quicker than walking or taking the bus.
“Tell me what you want out of this then.” You encourage with a smile when his eyes glance over to you as you break off another piece of your muffin.
“I want to be the person that makes someone’s life easier.” You watch him look down at his hands that are in his lap, messing with the ring on his index finger on his right hand. “A big part of that is obviously taking care of bills and paying for things but I want to be the person that makes someone feel like they don’t have to worry about anything when they’re around me because they know I’ll uhm- I’ll take care of them.” You have to swallow down your emotions as Harry confides in you exactly what he’s hoping to get out of a possible sugar daddy relationship.
“You want to be someone’s safe space.” He turns his head to look at you with a shrug, you smile and reach over with your free hand so you can place it on his forearm.
“I guess so.” He says with a chuckle as you give his arm a squeeze. “I have the time to devote to this uh relationship so that’s why I just made the profile a few weeks ago.” He explains as you finish off your muffin making him shake his head as he reaches over and cups the side of your face so he can wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, your eyes widen a bit at how the usually very normal interaction has you hyper focused on how warm his hand is as it rests on your cheek. “Messy little thing.” He teases but when he goes to move his hand away from your face you bring yours that was on his forearm up and wrap it around his wrist making his palm stay cupping your cheek.
“We should kiss.” You state making Harry’s eyebrows rise in surprise at how blunt your words are. “We should kiss to get it out of the way because if you suck at kissing then there’s no reason to even begin discussing the-”
“Excuse me if I suck at kissing? What if it’s you that sucks at kissing?”
“Oh please I’m a great kisser. Ask Zayn.”
“That’s a bit bold- wait ask who?” Before he can ask anymore questions you place a hand on his chest and pull his face towards yours by the soft material of his tank top. It only takes a second before Harry’s brain begins to process what’s happening, his lips slowly move against yours letting you to feel how soft they are as his hand on your cheek pulls you closer so the two of you are leaned over the center console.
His hand slides into your hair as yours moves to the back of his neck as he deepens the kiss, your mouths start to move together more urgently as you feel him swipe his tongue across your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You eagerly allow him access, having to fight the urge to completely melt into him when you feel him ever so slightly tighten his grip in your hair. When you hear him let out the smallest moan you slide your hand from the back of his neck to the front of his chest, gently pulling away from him.
“Okay.” You say breathlessly as Harry removes his hand from your hair and sits back in his seat trying to catch his breath. “I uhm think we are good with the uh-uhm what- what was I saying?” Harry lets out a laugh as he runs a hand through his hair.
“I think you were about to tell me I’m a great kisser.”
“No. Definitely wasn’t going to say that.”
“Fine but I know you enjoyed it.” He teases with a smirk making you roll your eyes as you get comfortable in your seat.
“So let’s get down to business shall we?” Harry looks at you with a quirked brow as clear your throat before looking over at him. “What would you like from me in return for-”
“I thought we talked about all that already?”
“I talked to Edward about that yes but I’m just checking if any of that has changed since well-now it’s me and you discussing it.”
“Nothing has changed.” He answers making you bite the inside of your cheek as you start to go through your mental list of things Harry had said he was looking for out of his sugar baby. “Of course you can take things off the table if they aren’t what you’re wanting to do since now you uhm know it’s me that you’d be doing them with.”
“God we are two adults why are we being so weird about this?” You ask with a laugh as you place your hands over your face to hide your pink cheeks. Harry just laughs along with you as he runs a hand over his face.
“Because it’s sometimes easier to talk about sex with a stranger than it is your bestfriend.”
“It shouldn’t be.” You huff as you place your hands in your lap. “I mean you just had your tongue down my throat so talking about blowjobs and-”
“I never mentioned blowjobs.”
“Oh sorry-what was it you said? Semi public stuff? I just assumed that meant blowjobs.”
“It can include blowjobs and handjobs or even over the panties teasing but I just never explicitly said anything about blowjobs.”
“Okay so what are blowjobs my choice? If I want to give you one then that’s fine but you won’t ever make me-”
“Everything we do will be your choice. You can always say no if you don’t want to do something.”
“But then how will I earn my rent being paid and my other bills getting taken care of?”
“By spending time with me.” You try to let his words sink in as he reaches over and grabs one of your hands. “Let me take care of you-that’s what I want in return for paying your rent at that tiny little condo of yours okay? Just come with me to a few events I have lined up over the next few months and-”
“Give you handjobs?”
“I mean your rent is worth at least a handjob and maybe some over the shirt boob grabs.” He tries his best to lighten the mood but he knows he’s failing when you bite down on your bottom lip for a moment before speaking again.
“How do you want this to work? For every swipe of your card you get something or is it just for certain things?”
“You’re overthinking this.” He says with a soft smile as he brings your hand into his lap. “It’s not that transactional okay? I will take care of you in anyway you need and then maybe you’ll want to take care of me in return down the line. But my pleasure will come from knowing your life is easier because of me.”
“You really are a narcissist.” You mumble making him laugh. “I uhm know you mentioned you like to be in control does that just mean in the uh-bedroom?” You feel your cheeks get hot as the question leaves your mouth.
“No I meant it in a sense that you won’t have to think about things like where to eat for dinner or what to order. I’ll have it all taken care of so you don’t have to worry about things when you’re with me.”
“Oh that-that sounds nice.”
“But it can cross over into the bedroom but we can talk about that later.”
“How do we keep this from making things weird?”
“We just keep things separate.” He tells you with a squeeze of your hand. “When we are just hanging out as friends we can just be how we normally are with each other.” He explains making you nod as he leans towards you over the console. “But then when I ask you to events and to spend time with me as my-muffin then we will act accordingly does that make sense?” His eyes flicker down to your mouth and then back up to your eyes as the petname slips past his lips.
“Muffin? Really?”
“It’s one of the first things you let me buy you so it’s fitting.” He answers with a smirk making you roll your eyes.
“That’s the code word then? For when we aren’t together as friends but as something else?” He just nods as he leans in closer so the tip of his nose is almost touching yours.
“Does that work for you?”
“Yes.” You answer as you swallow thickly making him smile as he lets go of your hand so he can reach over and brush some hair out of your face.
“Good.” He says as he leans back into his seat, you have to fight off the urge to pull him back towards you. “Now do you want to go over what you need-”
“This is just temporary right? Until I find a job?” You ask all of a sudden feeling a surge of uneasy at the idea that Harry might have to pay for your life for more than a few months. Harry, being your bestfriend immediately picks up on your change in mood and gives you a soft smile and puts his hand on your knee.
“It’s for however long you want it to be I’m not going to make you sign a contract or anything this isn’t fifty shades.” He says with a chuckle making you let out a small sigh of relief but Harry knows you’re not totally convinced so he gives your knee a soft squeeze. “You’re in control of when this ends and what you want me to take care of for you okay? I don’t need to see how much or what I’m paying for if you want to just use my card that’s fine it’s really up to you.”
“You’ll just give me your card?”
“I’ve let you use it before so it’s not a big deal.” He answers with a shrug. “I trust you.” He adds as his eyes lock with yours.
“If I use your card won’t you see what the charges are?”
“No? That’s what accountants are for.”
“God you’re so rich it’s almost annoying.”
“We both know it’s not my money that makes me annoying.” You let out a soft laugh as his hand moves up to your thigh. “Can I ask you something?” His tone is soft as his thumb brushes over the material of your jeans.
“No I’m not calling you daddy we already talked about that.” You tell him firmly making him laugh.
“I know this isn’t about that I just-why didn’t you tell me you lost your job?” You look down at his hand on your thigh and let out a sigh.
“I didn’t want you to worry about me so I was just going to tell you when I landed something else but it’s just-it’s taking longer than I thought it would.” You feel his hand give your leg a squeeze as you slowly turn your head to look at him, his eyes are a light shade of green and the smile on his face is one you’ve seen hundreds of times, it’s the smile he gives you that lets you know he’s listening and he understands.
“I always worry about you. But I know you like being independent so I get why you wouldn’t tell me. But you-you know I’m always here for you right? If you ever need anything.”
“So much for being independent I’m about to let you pay my rent and my cellphone bill.” He gives you a look that has you placing a hand over his that’s still resting on your thigh. “But I know you’re always there if I ever need you and I’m sorry you had to find out about me getting fired like this.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” He says reassuring you making you just nod. “I’ll have a card for you tomorrow that you can use on whatever you need.”
“Do I have like a weekly limit or something?”
“Uh do-do you need a weekly limit?”
“I don’t know? In the movies they get like an allowance of some sort and if they need more they have to uh earn it in some-someway.”
“What kind of bad porn have you been watching? No you don’t have an allowance just spend what you need and then make sure you’re also using it on things you want.”
“What do you mean use it on things I want? Like I want my rent paid so does that count?” You question making Harry give you a playful glare as you mess with a ring on his hand that’s on your leg.
“No that doesn’t count. If you have issues spending money on things you want that’s fine I’ll just buy stuff for you.” Your eyes go wide making him stare at you with a questioning look. “What? I know what you like it’s not as if we’ve never been shopping before.”
“You can’t just buy me random things Harry.”
“Uh yeah-yeah I can it’s part of the whole having money and wanting to spoil someone thing.” He tells you making you glare at him.
“Harry that’s-” before you can finish complaining about him wanting to buy you things that you don’t need he leans over and places his free hand on the side of your face, his thumb pressing against your lips effectively stopping you from talking.
“Now muffin you can’t tell me how to spend my own money.” His voice has an edge to it that you’re not used to hearing as he leans over, his grip on your thigh tightening just a bit. “That’s not for you to worry about understood?” All you can do is nod as you watch him lean in closer so his lips are right next to your ear. “Good.” Is all he says before he places a very quick kiss to the side of your neck, sending chills down your spine as his thumb moves so it’s under your chin.
It’s as if everything happens in slow motion, one moment he’s just starting into your eyes with his hand on your cheek and then he’s leaning in until his lips are on yours and his tongue is slipping into your mouth while your hands find their way into his hair. You feel a surge of something go through you as his hand on your thigh starts to slide further up, but before they make it to the waistband of your jeans you lean in deepening the kiss as you remove one of your hands from his hair and slide it down his chest to the button on his trousers.
His lips travel down your jaw to your neck, feeling him let out a soft moan when you place your hand over his hardened length that’s being restricted by his pants. When you begin to mess with the button, trying to undo it with one hand Harry lifts his face from the comfort of the crook of your neck so he can look at you.
“You don’t-”
“I want to.” You answer cutting him off by placing your lips on his for a quick kiss before pulling away. “Need to see if I’m any good at this before you waste your money.” Harry lets out a scoff that’s followed by a sigh when you finally get his button and zipper undone.
“I wouldn’t be- fuck.” He mumbles as he closes his eyes as you push his pants down just enough to free his now painfully hard shaft letting you wrap your hand around him. “You’d never be a waste of money- oh god.” He pants as he leans his head back against the headrest, his hand sliding over your jean covered center so he can press his thumb over your sensitive bud causing your hips to jerk.
“I see why you’re so full of yourself.” You playfully tease as your eyes take in the sight of him, while you’ve known him for years you’ve never once seen him completely naked but you could always tell by the way some of his shorts or pants fit that he was larger than average. Harry lets out a breathy laugh as you give him a slow pump with your hand.
“Yeah? Do you want to be full of me?” His voice is deep with desire as his eyes look at your face while his thumb increases the pressure of the circles it’s rubbing over your jeans, you let out a soft gasp as you instinctively grind down on his hand.
“M-maybe another time.” Harry chuckles as you grind down against his hand matching the steady circles his thumb is rubbing on your clit.
“Fuck that feels good.” Harry groans his hips rising at your touch as you begin to stroke him slowly, teasingly at first enjoying the heat of him pulsing beneath your warm fingertips.
He moans as your thumb circles his sensitive tip spreading the slickness that gathered there, making your hand slide smoothly down his throbbing shaft. Harry’s breathing gets heavier as his hips thrust slightly into your hand as you quicken your pace. He matches your pace with his thumb making a moan erupt from deep in your chest when you feel your a wave of pleasure wash over you making you grind down harder onto his hand.
“God yes-just like that.” He rasps, his head falling back against the seat and his eyes closing in pleasure as you tighten your grip and begin stroking him faster. The car is filled with the sounds of Harry’s moans and the slickness of your hand pumping his hard shaft in determined quick motions. “Fuck-don’t stop.” His voice is thick and desperate as his hips buck uncontrollably into your hand.
“Faster Harry please.” You whine as you grind down onto his hand, Harry’s eyes open so he can look over at you while his thumb works quick circles over your clit and just as your mouth opens to let out a moan his lips crash into yours for a kiss that’s filled with nothing but need as you relentlessly stroke him until you feel him shudder under your touch as his warm release spills onto your hand.
“Fuck-shit.” He pants as he pulls away. “Need you to come for me muffin.” Your new petname has you letting out a moan as he nips and kisses down your jaw, his breath hot on your skin. “Make a mess in those pretty panties so you’ll think of me the whole walk home.” He whispers into your ear, his dirty words sending you over the edge as your hips roughly grind down against his hand and your head falls back and his name falls from your lips as you come undone.
The two of you sit in silence for a few moments, letting each other ride out the high and catch your breath. It’s not until you feel him place a little kiss to the spot below your ear before he pulls away from your neck that the reality of what just happened begins to hit. You let out a deep sigh as you rest your head on the headrest behind you, it’s a little unsettling how fine you feel with the fact your hand is still loosely wrapped around Harry as he gets his breathing under control, oddly you don’t feel disgusted or ashamed you just feel the floaty sensation and lingering tingles of your orgasm. And when you look over at Harry and see him staring at you with small smile on his face you know he feels the same.
“That was-”
“Amazing? Wonderful? Everything you’ve ever dreamed it would be?” You glare at him as he reaches over to the glove compartment to grab some tissues to begin cleaning himself and your hand up of any mess he made.
“What makes you think I’ve ever dreamed of this?” Harry shrugs as he tosses the dirty tissues into his backseat so he can toss them in the trash once he gets home.
“You talk in your sleep.” He answers as he tucks himself back into his pants, you stare at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks making him let out a laugh as he grabs your coffee so he can take a sip. “Don’t worry you’ve never said anything scandalous.”
“You’re so annoying.” You tell him as you give his arm a harsh swat with your hand. “Call me tomorrow before you come over because Zayn wants to have breakfast so I might not be home till the afternoon.” Harry just nods as you gather your purse before opening his passenger door so you can get out.
“Have you really kissed Zayn?” He asks as he leans over the console so he can hand you your coffee. You give him a shrug and a playful smirk as you take it from him.
“See you tomorrow Harry.” With that you close the door and begin your short walk home to your tiny little condo, trying your hardest to ignore the slightly uncomfortable wetness between your legs caused by your bestfriend who is now also your sugar daddy. You feel your phone vibrate in your purse, a smile spreads across your face when you read the message from Harry.
Text me when you get home and no more meeting strangers off the internet.
“This is gonna be fine.” You tell yourself as you slide your phone back into your purse, feeling confident that this new dynamic between the two of you won’t cause any issues with your friendship. But then your phone vibrates again making you pull it back out of your purse.
Oh and don’t worry muffin just send me the dry cleaning bill, hopefully those pretty panties aren’t ruined.
“He’s so annoying.” You mumble as your cheeks get hot and you slide your phone into your back pocket. “But it’s going to be fine. We will be fine.” You say with a determined nod, but you can’t help but have the nagging feeling in the pit of your tummy that everything is about to change you just aren’t sure if it’s for the better.