Harry & Pepper.

a series of one shots involving Harry and Pepper.


7. Disguised.

Hitting my knuckles against the familiar black door, I pulled my jacket closer around my body. Despite the heat, the breeze was still quite strong at this hour of the morning, hence why I was wearing a long jacket that went past my shorts. The door swung open, revealing the beautiful face I was planning on spending the day with.

"Hello, Beautiful."

I grinned, Harry pulling me into the house quickly by my wrist. The front door was closed swiftly behind me, my body being pressed against it by Harry's. There wasn't a moment wasted before Harry's lips were against mine, my fingers naturally winding into his hair as his hands held my body as close to his as possible from the small of my back. Harry's groans vibrated through my mouth as I forced him to answer his ringing phone by pressing it to his ear.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that, and some idiot has to go ruin it."

I pecked Harry's pouted lip, laughing at his words as he rested his forehead against mine.

"Yeah… Why?!... But it's my day off!... Do I have to?... Fine… I am pissed, you got that right… Fine… Bye." Harry groaned, slipping his phone into his back pocket before kissing me again.


"I don't want to. Today was meant to be just us."

I pushed Harry away from me by his shoulders, unhooking his coat from the stand next to me and holding it out for him.

"Go. I'll still be here when you get back." He pouted, pecking my lips and shrugging his coat on over his shoulders.

"Two hours tops. I love you, you know that?" We kissed once more before he ran out of the door to his car.

"I know."

I sighed, locking the door behind me as I decided what to do for the next couple of hours. Mindlessly, I found myself kicking off my shoes at the door to Harry's bedroom at settling down in the middle of his bed. I dug through my bag, drawing out my phone and a book I had brought with me before continuing to search for my headphones. Once found and spending a good three minutes untangling them, I plugged myself into my music, blocking out the rest of the world as I lost myself in the book. A bit of We The Kings can't do any harm.




I jumped slightly at the impact on my bare leg. I didn’t have to look up from my book to know who it was, even though the music playing through my ears had prevented me from hearing the door opening. A smile crept onto my face as the hand raised itself higher up my leg, but soon turned into a frown as I realised what was happening.

"Nope. I have 34 pages left. I am not doing anything until I have finished this book." I tugged my earphones from my head, pressing pause on the new Imagine Dragons song that was currently playing.

"C'mon, Baby." I checked the page number before allowing the book to fall to my stomach, seeing the pouting boy in front of me. "I've had to go through 2 hours of the same 29 seconds of a song, and all that's been getting me through is the thought that I had you to come back to."

I cocked my eyebrow at Harry, his attempts to stick his bottom lip out even further making me smile slightly.

"34 pages, then I'm all yours." It was only 10 o'clock; we practically had the whole day ahead of us. Harry huffed, launching himself to lie next to me on the bed. It was quite difficult, seeing as I was in the centre, but he soon had his hips against mine, pushing me over so he could fit in. I giggled and continued to read.


2 pages. I had read 2 pages and Harry was already starting.

"Are you done yet?"

"No, Harry."

3 pages after that.

"Are you done yet?"

"No, Harry."

It was the third time that got me. I only had 18 pages left.

"Are you done yet?"

"Right, that's it. Out." Harry looked at me confused. "The more times you ask me if I'm done; the longer it's going to take me to finish, so out. I'll come and find you when I'm at the end."

Harry sighed, creasing his eyebrows as he strolled out of the room. Well, not quite strolled. When he reached the doorway, he turned left to go to the living room and disappeared. Not that he had continued walking, however. I gasped at the sudden noise, sitting up to see what had happened. Sprawled out on the floor was Harry, obviously shocked.

"Your goddamn shoes, Pepper." I burst out laughing as Harry stood himself up, scowling at me and then my shoes on the floor, the shoes that he had just tripped over. Physically clutching my stomach because I was laughing so hard, I glanced up at Harry who was struggling to keep the smile off of his face as he finally made his way to the living room.




Harry was layed out on the sofa opposite the door, the back of his head facing me as he scrolled through his phone. Tiptoeing in, trying to not make any noise, I placed my hands on Harry's shoulders. His initial reaction was to jump, the shock of the sudden contact, but that almost instantly turned into moans. My hands continued to rub Harry's back, shoulders and neck, his head rolling back in pleasure.

"God, that feels good." He opened his eyes, watching me as I worked my magic. His grin mimicked mine, hands finding their way to my hips as he brought me around the arm of the sofa to sit on his stomach.

"Hello again, Beautiful." I smiled as he pouted his lips, tapping them as to ask me to kiss them. I shook my head, agreeing to his unsaid question by placing my lips gently upon his. Harry, on the other hand, had a different idea. As soon as my lips met his, he applied pressure that immensely over powered mine, taking control of the deep and passionate kiss that he initiated. He pried my lips open with his tongue, smirking as he did so, so he could enter my mouth. I tried to protest, but Harry squeezing my bum gently as he moved me so I would straddle his body caused me to gasp, allowing him the access he wanted. Deciding that I was running out of oxygen, I pulled back, my hands against Harry's chest so he couldn't pull me back down again.

"Aww." Harry stuck out his bottom lip, trying to sit himself up so he could kiss me again. But I forced him back down to the sofa. A smirk grew on Harry's lips.

"I like it when you're in control." I chose to ignore the comment made.

"I'm hungry."

"And what would you like to eat, your majesty?" I'm sure if Harry was standing up, he would've bowed, the posh accent he put on making him sound like a butler. I slapped his chest playfully, laughing slightly at his words, when I grinned suddenly, knowing what I wanted.

"A McFlurry." Harry raised one eyebrow, but didn’t object to my requests.

"If a McFlurry is what you want, then a McFlurry is what you shall get." My hands were thrown into the air as I squirmed on top of Harry, doing a little victory dance.

"Drive-thru here we come!" I screamed, jumping off Harry to put on my shoes, Harry chuckling as he went to do the same.

"We're not doing drive-thru. We'll go in." It was my turn to raise an eyebrow. We both knew that Harry would get mobbed if we went inside the fast food restaurant to eat- it having happened to quite a few times before. Someone would recognise him, and in under 5 minutes half of the boys' fans in London would be there. It might be an alright day, where only one or two fans would ask for pictures, but I knew the hatred Harry had for fans coming up to him if we were out together. Especially if we were on a date, but not like they were to know that. To them, I was just a friend of the boys. Nevertheless, Harry put on a smile and was his usual polite self.

"It's fine, I'll just put my hood up."

The most brilliant idea popped into my mind.

"Oh my God. Please let me dress you up. Put a disguise on you." I grinned excitedly, pleased with myself for thinking of such an amazing idea.

"Urm, no." Harry raised his eyebrows at me, talking with a 'duh' sound to his voice.

"Pleeaaassseeeee! I'll love you forever." I batted my eyelashes, using all of the persuasive body language I could think of to support my argument.

"You are not dressing me up, Pepper."


"No." I pouted, turning my back to the boy and continuing to tie my shoes. Harry chuckled as I threw my jacket over my shoulders, my back still facing him.

"Are you ignoring me now?" I didn’t reply, picking up my car keys from the cabinet in the hall way and walking to the door.

"Oh no you don’t, missus." Large hands took hold of my waist, picking me up and put over his shoulder.

"You're not going anywhere if you're not talking to me. I'll stop that silent treatment game you're playing." A husky whisper was spoken into my ear as he threw me onto his bed, the sexiest words I think I have ever heard. Harry lips moved almost instantly from my ear to my neck, sucking harshly. He had never treated me so brutally before, and I can't deny saying that it actually felt amazing. But I refused to give in, keeping myself silent. If Harry continued like this for much longer, I'm sure blood would be tickling down my lips considering how hard I was biting down on them right now.

"I know you won't keep this up for much longer. I'm too irresistible." Harry chuckled at his own joke, his lips moving along where my jaw met my neck. Kisses were generously applied to my neck and chin, before they finally met my mouth. I surprised Harry by taking hold of his neck and pulling his face down as close to mine as possible as soon as his lips touched mine. He groaned at the sudden increase in affection on my behalf, mimicking the movement of my lips. I forced my tongue into his mouth, not giving him the opportunity to fight my tongue with his. My legs wrapped around Harry's waist, my arms tight around his neck as I lifted myself off of the bed- I was practically hanging off of him like a tree monkey. But that didn’t make a difference to the intense passion of the kiss.

When finally breathless, Harry was the first to pull away, rolling onto his back and taking me with him so I was sat on top of his waist.

"That was so fucking hot." He grinned, my head leaning into the touch of his hand on my cheek. "I love it when you take control." I didn’t say a word, getting up and walking back out of the bedroom. When I heard Harry sigh heavily as I reached for my car keys again, I struggled to keep the smile from my face.

"Fine." I spun around to find him sat at the end of his bed, head in his hands. "You can put a disguise on me." The smile on my face couldn’t be any wider- I knew I had won.




"Just to let you know, I hate you right now. Don't expect to get anything more than a cuddle tonight, Pepper." I laughed as Harry mumbled under his breath at me.

"You and I both know that that is not true." We were walking from the car park to the door of the fast food restaurant, arms continually brushing. I forced my hands into the pockets of Harry's joggers that I had stolen, knowing that I would be too tempted to take hold of his hand and that couldn’t happen. Harry pushed the door open for me, his large hand spanning over enough of the heavy door to open it one-handed. I ducked under his arm, playfully slapping his arse as I went past and pretending to check him out.

Harry had been 'forced' (his words) into my shorts to come out in. They were a little tight around his waist, but not so tight that he couldn’t breathe, and reached under the bottom of his boxers. I wasn't one to wear butt shorts on a regular occasion but due to the length of Harry's legs, they could easily be mistaken for them at the moment. His hairy legs just topped off the whole look, to be honest. He wore one of his white, skin-tight t-shirts, but sported a thin, pink cardigan over the top that I had left at his when I basically lived there, adding to the femininity of his outfit. I had brushed out his curls slightly so they could shield his face a bit, finding a flower grip at the bottom of my bag to push back some strands of his hair.

But my favourite part of his look was Harry's face. I had full-on wrestled him to the floor, sitting on his chest and pining his wrists down with my feet so he couldn’t move, when I thought it was a good idea to put a bit of make up on him. There wasn't a lot: mascara, a tiny amount of foundation over his cheeks and some bright red lipstick (which he owned, don’t ask me why), but it was enough to altar his regular look anyway. Hopefully it would be enough to fool any paparazzi that happened to be passing by, enough to try and give us some privacy.


I stood in queue to be served, rocking back and forth on my feet with a permanent grin on my face. Harry, on the other hand, slouched next to me, his scowl directed to the floor.

"Cheer up, grumpy pants. It will be all over soon." I laughed slightly as I spoke, enjoying this moment far too much.

"Don't patronize me."

Harry ordered and paid for both of us- a Big Mac meal for him, chicken nuggets and a McFlurry for me. It is an understatement to say that Harry got some strange looks, not only by customers but by the workers as well. I slid into a booth designed for four people, Harry taking the seat opposite me with the tray as we proceeded to eat in silence. My eyes didn't divert from Harry as I ate, biting down on my lip every so often to stop myself from laughing. I was halfway through my ice-cream, Harry still having not said a word, when I decided to break the silence.

"Come on, Babe. Nobody even recognised you. Why are you so pissed at me?" I moved around to Harry's side of the booth, resting my chin on the side of his shoulder as I talked to him. He turned his face away from me, almost looking like he was going to burst into tears.

"I'm dressed like a fucking girl, Pepper. Everyone's looking at me like I have four heads."

"Well, I don't know about heads, but you do have four nipples." Harry frowned at me, my grin slowly disappearing as I realised my attempt to lighten the atmosphere wasn't really working.

"Look, I'm sorry, Harry. Let's just go home. I can finish my ice-cream in the car and then I'm all yours for the rest of the day." I rested my hand on Harry's bare leg, knowing he like it when I squeezed his thigh gently. As if on cue, my fingers had barely brushed his skin when I felt him tense at my touch. I decided to play around with Harry's mix of arousal and anger, hoping to make him less displeased.

"Maybe I can do something for you… to make up for this." My voice trailed as I finished my sentence, Harry's gaze locking with mine as he came to realisation of my intentions.

"Fuck, Pepper." I smirked to myself as he pushed me out of the booth, barely having time to pick up the remainings of my McFlurry as Harry took my hand and ran with me back to the car.



The journey home was anything but boring, well for me anyway. My hand didn't once leave Harry's thigh, the occasion squeeze or rub of his leg causing Harry to lick his lips and straighten himself up. Anything to keep his concentration on the road. More than once he had practically pleaded me to stop, at least wait until we arrived home, but I was enjoying watching Harry lose his focus under my touch far too much. It wasn't hard to tell that Harry was enjoying my actions, my shorts seeming tighter on him now than they were when we left the house.

Harry didn't even come round to open my door like he usually did when we got home, instead sprinting up to the front door and leaving it wide open. I laughed to myself, locking the door behind me as I looked for my disappearing boyfriend. Having seen the bathroom door close quickly, I pressed my ear to the wood, hoping to hear something. Disappointment filled me when al that came was silence.

"Harry? Are you alright in there?"

"Just talk to me, Baby. And don't stop until I say." I was confused at Harry's request, but nevertheless proceeded to obey then. My back slid against the door until by bum hit the floor, soothing words leaving my mouth.

Having had no orders of what to talk to him about, I decided on telling him the things I loved about him.

"The way your eyes screw up when you're about to sneeze."

"The way you refuse to let me wear socks in bed because you hate the feeling of them against your legs- however much I hate you for it sometimes."

"The way your body tenses when I run my fingers across your skin."

"The way you always, without fail, get Louis a pair of novelty socks for Christmas just because you know he won't wear them."

"The way you always buy pairs of slippers, even though you never wear them."

I chuckled at the thought of the pile of slippers that always seemed to be growing at the bottom of Harry's wardrobe.

"I didn’t tell you to stop." A strangled cry came from the other side of the door; something that immediately made me thought something was wrong. I didn't understand what was happening, but I continued anyway.

"The way your eyes gaze up and down my body moments before you enter me. The way your body melts against mine as you roll your hips to meet my own. The way you know exactly when to slow down, or to speed up, before I've even asked you. The way you know the how to hit the exact spot to make me fall apart beneath you."

I have no idea where the sudden confidence came from, but once I had started describing how amazing I thought Harry was in bed, I found myself unable to stop. A low moan voiced from the bathroom as I finished my last sentence and my curiosity took the best of me. I stood, opening the door as I rose to my feet. And in all honesty I did not expect what I saw.

All of the clothes that had been on Harry's person minutes before were in a pile on the floor. Harry sat stark naked on the toilet seat, hand furiously pumping at his hardened length, encouraging himself to let go.

To say I was shocked at the sight was an understatement.

"When I finally release," Harry panted, his breathlessness seeming to come from his activities, "you say something so unbelievably sexy that I get aroused again." Eyes never met mine as he spoke, instead focused on relieving himself.


"This has never happened to me before." I was cut off by a voice that made me pity the guy. For as long as I had known him, Harry had always been bold about anything sexually related. But at this moment, he looked vulnerable as he peered up at me through his heavy eyelids.

"I-I don't know what to say." I stood speechless, hand stuck to the doorknob for support.

"Please help me." Harry's plead for help didn’t help, the words leaving me even more speechless than before.


"I think if you're involved, it will help my situation. I don’t really mind what we do- I'm up for anything at the moment."

Harry's hand left its job as he rose to his feet and walked towards me, any vulnerability I saw earlier completely disappearing as his lips spread into a wide grin. Coaxing me into following his requests. I jumped slightly when his erection brushed my clothed stomach as he leant down to whisper into my ear.

"I'm so fucking turned on right now."

The sudden force of Harry's lips against mine shocked me, but as kissing was something I had become accustomed to in this relationship, I quickly forgot any foreign thoughts and moulded by mouth into his. I was in such a trance that I didn’t even realise when Harry removed one of my hands from his neck until I felt his length under my fingers.

"Please." Harry's whispers tickled against my lips. Once again I found myself curious, fingertips lightly tracing along Harry's length- he hissed at the feeling.

"I don't know what to do." My confession didn’t make Harry laugh like I thought it would, instead getting him to help me out a little. His large had dwarfed mine as it curled my fingers around his shaft, showing me how to move my wrist to his pleasure. Once I had found my rhythm, he removed his hand to wrap in his hair, failing at keeping moans from leaving his mouth.

"You have no idea how hard I'm trying not to come yet. You have no idea how much I want you to do this forever."

I could feel the throbbing sensation he had going on wherever my hand touched. Part of my mind had suddenly turned adventurous. If I had already gone this far out of my comfort zone to pleasure Harry- which gave me a great thrill, watching him fall apart at my touch- then what's stopping me from going further?

"Do you… um… do you want me to go down on you?" My voice came out quieter than intender. I couldn't bring myself to look up at the Harry, instead finding the comfort I didn’t realise I needed from him in his hands which locked with mine.

"No. I'm not going to force you into anything. You have no idea how turned on I am right now, but I don't want to push you too far." His hand leaving mine and tracing over my upper lip brought my eyes to meet his, a soft kiss being shared between us.

My eyes were screwed shut as he pulled back. Fingers tried to replicate the feeling of Harry's lips against mine, but the feeling was incomparable. Only Harry would be able to send me into the trance that he did.

"Besides, one more touch and I think I'm gonna release. I don't think I'd be able to last a second with you around me." The slight laugh to his words showed his amusement.

It amazed me how Harry could be so controlling at this stage in his arousal. Previously, he had been unable to string together a coherent sentence even at the beginning of his process. So the fact that we had basically just had a full conversation surprised me.

A strangled cry snapped me out of my thoughts. During my thinking time, I had unknowingly taken a firm grip on Harry's hardened length. At that instant, the sudden pressure had taken Harry just that bit over the edge, his white, sticky substance being released onto my hand and shirt. I gasped, looking up to him in shock, but I was greeted with closed eyes and his breath coming out in short pants.


"Harry, shit I'm sorry. I-" My words were cut off by Harry's chuckles. I stood there, eyes open and confused.

"Why are you laughing?"

Harry took my hand in his, his thumb tracing aimless patterns over the skin.

"It's just, most girls wouldn't be apologising for being the cause of their boyfriend's best orgasm they've ever had."

My jaw fell. I was shocked, not knowing I was able to have that effect on the boy. Harry just laughed again, pulling me into a tight hug, my body frozen.

"You're so innocent sometimes."

Harry pulled away, pressing a small kiss to my lips. I still couldn’t move.

"I …."

"Come on, Beautiful. Let's get you cleaned up."




"I love you."

"I know you do." Harry's long fingers threaded through the knots in my tangled hair. Fine hairs tickled the sole of my foot as I gentle moved it up and down his leg.

"You know," I started, rolling over and laying my chin onto my entwined hands which rested on Harry's bare chest. "you amaze me sometimes."

"I do?"

Harry glanced down at me, eyes locked onto mine through his eyelashes.

"Yeah. I don’t know any other person that can get turned on by me talking about Louis and his strange hatred for socks." A large grin spread across my lips as the words left my mouth.

"Oh piss off."

In less than a second, I had been rolled underneath Harry. His gaze stared at mine, an obvious attempt to seem angry at me failing by the smirk playing on his lips. He leant down, breath mixing with mine as lips touched.


"One day, Miss Pepper. One day you're going to be the death of me."

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