#ceoharry
Les conséquences
means “aftermath” in french
warnings: none
summary: bad things go good
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The public had a field day when they found out Harry Styles had an affair with his personal assistant.
Rory had ran to TMZ the day after she caught him in bed with Y/N. Articles were coming out left and right talking about the scandal. They mostly were bashing Y/N leaving Harry out of it.
Every magazine and tea page was writing about her. It was definitely misogyny and Harry hated it.
During the days Y/N stayed home and did work from his place where she was cooped up in. Randomly she caught a stomach flu after eating food that Harry had brought home one day.
“Darling I’m going to work. Text me if anything.” Harry whispers in Y/N’s ear. She nods half asleep before feeling his body lift off the bed.
She was to lazy to get up and it was the first morning without her getting woken up by the feeling of vomit coming up her throat.
She quickly falls back to sleep for a while, exhausted from staying up all night taking to her father.
The loud door bell ringing through the large house makes Y/N wake up. In a hurry she slips on one of Harry’s white button up shirts along with a pair of his grey sweats.
Y/N rushes down the stairs as she ties her hair up in a scrunchie attempting to look like she hadn’t just woken up.
But thankfully when she opened up the door it was the maid Lydia.
“Y/N! How have you been?” Lydia smiles walking in with her cleaning items. Y/N moves to help her carrying the large vacuum.
“I’m good thank you Lydia. What about you?”
Lydia could tell that the girl wasn’t fine. Her eye bags show how exhausted she was.
“Amazing. The kids are going back to school so I’m doing very well.” Lydia laughs making Y/N let out a little smile.
Lydia liked Y/N. She kind of had an idea of what was happening between her and Harry, it was obvious. In her opinion she thought they deserved each other but the public thought otherwise.
“That’s great.“
All morning Y/N was catching up on Harry’s emails, he had a lot. Furniture companies, florists, construction companies, etc. He had many people applying to work for his company and it was her decision to hire them or not.
She worked mostly in his office because it had been her safe place over the past days. The shelves of books reminded her of the bookstore that her father owned back home.
Y/N continues to work for a while going through emails, making dates on Harry’s calendar, hiring people for the available positions, rummaging through paperwork, answering calls.
A knock on the door interrupts Y/N making her look up from the computer.
“Sorry to interrupt you Y/N but I’m done and I was wondering if you want me to go shopping for you. The fridge is almost empty and I have about an hour left—“
“Lydia thank you but that’s fine. I’ll go shopping, go home.” Y/N tells her as she stands up from the desk chair.
“Are you sure. I can go it won’t be a bother.” Lydia smiles reassuring Y/N but she just shakes her head.
“It’s really fine. You have free time to do whatever you want.” She tells the maid as she leans in to hug her. Secretly she pulls out a hundred dollar bill and slips it in her work apron. Y/N’s salary was one of the most payed jobs in Harry’s company and she used the money for good.
After Lydia left Y/N changes in the clothes that Harry had brought over from her apartment. She puts on a navy blue long sleeve button crop top with a pair of blue jeans and Chanel heels. She also decides on wearing one of Harry’s blazers.
As she walks down the hallway she notices black trash bags piled on top of each other. With furrowed brows she makes her way to the stack of bags opening them to reveal bright pastel clothes.
Specifically Rory’s clothes.
Y/N pulls out her phone to call Harry and ask what he wants to do with them.
“Is everything alright darling?”
“Yeah uh what do you want me to do with Rory’s clothes?” Y/N questions rocking back and forth on her feet waiting for an answer.
“You can take them to thrift stores or keep them if you want.” He tells her.
“I’ll just take them to thrift stores, her clothes are…something.” Y/N says making him let out a breathy laugh.
“Do you want me to go with you? I’m almost done with paperwork and—“
“Harry it’s fine. I haven’t been out for a long time, I kind of miss the city.” She cuts him off making him laugh once again.
“You hate the city.” He retorts. She really did hate the city but got used to it. They talk for a little while more until he gets a call.
Y/N puts on her location to reassure him before heading out of the house. As she walks to the Range Rover Harry’s neighbors who were planting gave her a dirty look.
Of course they knew what was happening.
She ignores it as she places the two trash bags full of clothes in the backseat. She kept getting dirty looks from the two individuals and hated it but she couldn’t do nothing about it.
The divorce was still processing and under court order she was told not to speak about the scandal unless it’s with her and Harry’s lawyer.
She first went to the thrift stores located outside of Hampstead. Soho is where she lived and where Harry’s company headquarters were located at.
Right as Y/N walked out of the shop she spots a few teenagers secretly taking photos of her on their phones. She ignores it of course.
The second stop was at the market to pick up groceries for Harry. That was the least she could do after almost ruining his career.
But that plan quickly changed after a bunch of camera flashes bombarded her right after she got out of the car.
Her anxiety levels started to increase along with her breathing. In a hurry she rushes inside of the grocery store as she clutches on to her tote bag.
Right as Y/N walks in the store a nasty smell hits her making her sick. She quickly walks towards the back of the store where the bathroom’s were located at.
It doesn’t help that the people she passes by look at her with disgust. She had to put her hand on her mouth to stop her from throwing up all over the floor.
Luckily there was nobody in the bathroom to see her kick open a stall door and fall to her knees.
With the feeling of everyone hating her and the sickness everyday made her borderline in distress. In the back of her mind there was a thought that there was a slight chance of her being pregnant.
“Fuck the groceries.”
In a hurry Y/N rushes to the female products isle and grabs a variety of pregnancy tests. After she scurries to a cash register ignoring the dirty look that the worker gives her.
This definitely was going to be in the tabloids later and she needed to find out before they came out.
It was hectic right as she stepped outside the building. A bunch of cameras go off as Y/N makes her way to the parked Range Rover on the sidewalk.
She speeds to her father’s apartment that was located in West Hempstead. Her hands were slightly shaking on the wheel as she tries to control her breathing.
What would happen if she was pregnant? It was a bad time to get pregnant. Rory had the last name Styles still and a divorce takes up to six months. She hadn’t even met Harry’s parents, she didn’t even know if they wanted to meet her—she didn’t even know if they liked her.
Traffic was bad because it was around twelve which meant everyone was at lunch. It made her even more stressed out.
When she arrives she swiftly parks the car and grabs her tote bag full of pregnancy tests right before jumping out of the car.
Y/N was greeted by the usual doorman Robbie but she ignores him too in a hurry. She just needed to talk to her father.
She hurries into a lift and excessively presses the button to close the doors not wanting anyone to join her. She clutches onto her bag for dear life, worried for her life.
Right when the doors open Y/N races down the hallway and to her dad’s apartment. When she reaches his flat she bangs her fist on his door.
Seconds later the door was flung open to reveal Charlie.
“Hey what happened—“
“I think I’m pregnant and it’s Harry’s.” She rushes out slamming the door behind her. Her father’s face drops looking confused.
“What?” He furrows his brows.
“I’ve been throwing up all week.” Y/N tells him as she walks past his frozen figure.
“So you think your pregnant?”
“Well…yeah. That’s why I got these.” She says pulling a pregnancy test out of her bag making his eyes widen.
“Anybody else know?” He asks her moving to grab her a water.
“No. Only you.” She mutters putting the test back in her bag. She accepts the water because she’s going to have to pee multiple times.
After about three bottles of water Y/N needed to pee and raced to the bathroom with her bag. She slams the door shut before moving to sit crisscross on the floor. She empties the bag onto the tile and reads every direction written on the box.
After going peeing on about four tests she waits. She hated fucking waiting, especially in this occasion.
Y/N knew her father’s heart was racing out there. He had a dislike for Harry and she knew that but she also knew that he would support her no matter what.
She was walking in literal circles making her go slightly insane but the bathroom door opening is what makes her freeze.
“Darling?”
Harry’s voice makes her alarmed. He must’ve gotten informed that his mistress/girlfriend was seen buying pregnancy tests and the tests were all laid out on the bathroom counter which he could obviously see.
Y/N turns around to see Harry staring intently at her. She grows scared seeing him in the doorway looking confused.
“Harry—“ She gets interrupted by a timer going off on her phone making her head snap to the tests on the counter.
They all had plus signs.
“Fuck.” Y/N mumbles staring down at the tests as Harry’s ringed hand moves to grab one.
“Does this mean your pregnant?” He asks making eye contact with her. She looked scared.
“I think so.” She says her eyes getting watery making Harry rush to her.
“Hey baby. It’s gonna be fine—“
“No it’s not. The world already hates me and they are going to hate me more.” She cuts him off sobbing into his neck.
Y/N was pregnant with his child and he was going to do everything to protect them.
“Fuck everyone. I want to have a baby with you. I-I want a family with you.” Harry tells her in full honestly which makes her pull her head out of the crook of his neck.
“You want a family with me?” She asks quietly with tears running down her face.
“Yes. I want a family with you.”
Attrapé
means “caught” in french
warnings: smut, cheating
summary: rory walks in on harry and y/n.
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Rory had been in California all week and Harry took advantage of the time. He invited Y/N to stay with him which meant having sex every second of the day, her in his clothes and him cooking for her.
He loved it.
Harry would do anything to be with her, be shown in public with her.
“Y/N please.”
They had just woken up from a nap and they both were naked from last night’s events. Harry had gotten hard after glancing at Y/N’s body.
And right now she was torturing him.
“Your so fucking needy.” She sneers looking up at a quivering Harry. He tries to thrust himself in her hand but she gives him a hard slap on his thigh. He let out a big hiss when the force hit his skin. Soon it turned into pleasure.
“Darling.” Harry whimpers as Y/N moves her thumb to rub his slit that was filled of precum.
He loved being a sub and Y/N being his dom. You may think he would take control in bed but it was definitely the other way. He worshipped her being in control. It was fucking sexy.
“Do you to fuck me Harry?” Her sultry voice makes him shiver.
“Fuck yes.” He cries out making her climb on top of him. Y/N lines herself with his erection but doesn’t take him in just yet. She leans to kiss his cheek before fully inserting his cock into her.
He lets out breathy moan as she starts to roll her hips. Y/N lays her hands on his chest watching him crumble beneath her. A few minutes in he notices she starts to get tired and he doesn’t want that so he flips them over before starting to thrust into her relentlessly.
Sure he loved being a sub but he needed to treat Y/N good.
“F-fuck!” She cried out as Harry pounded into her tight pussy. He moves to press his lips against her making her wrap her legs around his waist.
A loud car door slam did not make Y/N or Harry stop, nothing would’ve made them stop in that moment. They were in their own little world.
Neither a door opening and closing interrupted them.
“What the hell.” Rory whispers taking off her sunglasses to look at the messy living room leaving her luggage by the door. Blankets were thrown everywhere, pillows scattered all over the floor and the coffee table was very crooked not in it’s usual place.
“Typical fucking Harry.” She scoffs rolling her eyes before moving to the large kitchen. Luckily it wasn’t as messy as the living room but there was a lot of dishes.
Rory didn’t bother to go upstairs knowing that Harry was probably at work because it was a 8 AM on a Friday morning.
So she thought.
It wasn’t until a large bang came from upstairs. Rory furrowed her brows as it started to get repeated over and over.
“Harry?”
No response.
“Harry? Is that you.”
No response but more banging.
Rory let’s out a huff walking up the stairs thinking that the sound was a maid but as soon as she heard pornographic sounds coming from Harry’s room she knew it wasn’t a maid.
As soon as she opened the door the sound of skin slapping was more louder and the scene was petrifying. Y/N the girl who she despised was holding her husband’s jaw kissing him as he fucks her. Hard.
“What the fuck!” A loud screech makes the both of them separate from the kiss.
Y/N looks up to see a fuming Rory making her slap Harry off of her and wrap a sheet around her naked body.
“Rory I want a divorce.” Harry says nonchalantly standing up from the bed wrapping a blanket around his waist.
“W-what?” Rory whispers looking at him rummage through his underwear drawer.
“I had millions disappearing and it was all tracked down to you.” He speaks making her face drop. He knew it was all an act. “You shouldn’t write a check after getting your nails done.” He shakes his head laughing.
Y/N thought it was very funny that Rory had billionaire parents that gave her everything but she still wanted money.
“I didn’t steal money from you. M-maybe it was this fucking whore—“
Harry snapped his head toward her as he glares at her with so much hatred. She falters cutting herself off as she’s never seen him look at her like that before. He begins slowly walking towards her as Y/N sits on the bed watching the scene unfold in front of her.
She knew this was going to happen one day and when it did she didn’t know what to do. Everyone would’ve though it was her fault but it really wasn’t. Harry deserved happiness and someone that really loved him. Rory never treated him well. She had always pushed him aside for party’s and night out’s with her friends that she was probably cheating on him with.
But when Y/N came into his life everything suddenly became better. He loved her.
“I’m giving your clothes to charity. Everything you fucking own that is in my house is going to charity so leave! You have nothing. Get the fuck out!” Harry yells at her making the vein in his neck pop out. Rory glances at Y/N before rushing out of the room.
It was very silent until a door was slammed making Harry quickly walk to the bed.
“You alright darling?” He quietly asks holding Y/N’s jaw with his hands.
“Yeah. That was very…intense.” She whispers looking into his eyes. He nods understandingly before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“It’s fine Harry. Are you okay?” Y/N asks grabbing onto his wrists.
“As long as I’m with you.”
Trompé
means “deceived” in french
warnings: cheating & little bit of smut
summary: y/n is harry’s mistress (for now)
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Y/N was prominent in Harry’s life.
Even though he was married he would drop everything for her including his wife. She cared more about his public imagine though because he could loose everything if a cheating scandal came out.
When Harry hired Y/N as his assistant he was very thrown off. They would exchange glances and always make excuses to see each other.
Harry’s wife Rory was a horrible person. He didn’t even know why he accepted to marry her. She was a spoiled brat that sucked him dry and got everything she wanted. He hated that she gotten everything handed to her.
He had to work for his position.
Being a CEO to one of the most expensive real estate firms in the world made him well known. Paparazzi would always find a way to catch him leaving his house or a restaurant.
Though all that stopped once he found out Rory was calling them. She purposely put both of them in danger for pictures.
“Harry. We are going to get caught.” Y/N says trying to push Harry’s shoulder back with her heel. He doesn’t move an inch just smirks into her thigh.
“I don’t care.” Harry grunts looking up at the trembling girl from his crouching position. Y/N was the only girl that could get him on his knees. Not even his wife. He trails his fingers up to her silk panties making her breath hitch. “I know you need me pet.”
She throws her head back as Harry slides off her underwear. He tucks the fabric in his trouser pockets blindly before digging his head into Y/N’s pussy.
“Fuck!”
Y/N starts to moan at his tongue lapping at her clit. She rolls her hips against his mouth as she grabs his hair for more friction. She whimpers as he places two fingers in her not giving her anytime to stretch.
“You taste so fucking good.” Harry grunts into her cunt fingering her tight hole.
Y/N’s pleasure suddenly diminishes when she hears a snotty voice in the lobby. She uses all strength to push Harry back with the heel of her foot.
“What—“
“Your wife’s here.” Y/N hushes him before hopping off his desk just in time to see Rory sauntering in busy on her phone.
Y/N pretends to be going through papers making Harry roll his eyes. He wanted to be caught with her.
“Harry baby I—“ Rory looks up from her phone screen to see Y/N also in the office. She didn’t know what was going on behind her back which was slightly comedic to Harry. “Oh your here.”
“Yes she’s here Rory. What do you want I’m working.” Harry speaks up moving to sit down on his chair. He lets out a huff when he hears her whine.
Y/N decides to leave the both of them because it was very awkward to watch, and well she had to clean herself up. Harry watches her with a frown as she walks out of the room. Rory begins to speak again making him tune her out.
He will just give her a couple hundred dollars to shut up.
