If you have a problem with the age gap, don't read lol
THIS ONE-SHOT IS AU AND IS SET IN 2016!
Harry met Nola in Central Park in June 2016. Nola was 15 at the time. Harry was 33 (but bitches wbk Harry literally looks like a 45 y/o so I mean, let ur mind run free). They tried to stop what happened between them, but couldn't stay away from each other. Harry had published his book in September 2015, and it lead to major success (the fact that Harry became such a well-known writer is canon to the tv show). Harry was a teacher at Columbia University. They kept their relationship on the down low. Harry lived in a modern, big apartment in New York City, with a great view on Central Park. When Nola turned 16 in December 2015, Harry kissed her for the first time. Ever since that moment, they started kissing each other more and more, but they haven't done anything other than innocent kisses. (So no making out, no nothing). Harry feels like they have to wait. It's December 2018 now. Nola is still 17, but turning 18 in a week. Nola has two loving parents, who aren't religious. The parents are really chill, and Nola has a great relationship with her mom.
FRIDAY 14 DECEMBER, 9:17 PM
It was warm. The apartment usually looked pretty cool, especially in the winter months, because of the enormous windows in the living room with adjacent kitchen and the modern interior, but tonight, it was warm. The fireplace was on, Nola liked it on, the place had central and even floor heating so it wasn't necessary, and Storm was lying near it on some soft blankets she'd specially laid down there for him. Storm was Harry's dog, he'd had him for about five years. Harry was sitting in his big leather lounge chair, looking out the big windows. It was dark, but the city radiated energy. The view was astoundingly beautiful, especially during the holiday months. All the pretty lights. Nola was finishing her English homework alone (she was too humble to let him read her essay she'd have to hand in after the winter break) at the kitchen island. Nola's parents knew about their relationship for about seven months now. Oh, and about that- They'd found out in a pretty awkward way...
Harry was lying on Nola's bed. She'd told him his parents wouldn't be home for a few more hours and they'd started a small book club of their own where they would read the same books and talk about them. They recently read 'The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy' (Harry had already read the first book once, but never the entire series) and found themselves to be quite obsessed with the crazy stories, so they wanted to watch the movie now. Critics said the movie was absolute trash, but they were hoping they were wrong. Nola was on her Macbook Pro figuring out how to play the movie on her TV screen her parents had set up in her room. Not a minute later she joined him on her bed.
She pressed her head on his chest and draped her arm and legs around him. Harry had gotten used to the feeling of her warm body enveloping his, but every time she touched him, he still felt his heart racing at 200 beats per minute. She smelled so good. She felt so good. Not a day went by he didn't realize how lucky he was to have met her. To have her. She was his. And he was hers.
They were silently watching the film when halfway they heard a door open. Nola hurried her way to the door and turned around in panic. Harry looked at her with a 'what the actual fuck?' expression and she couldn't help but chuckle at the man. Her man. He's absolutely adorable. She made a shush sign and turned her back to him, focusing on the door. She heard her parents walk past her door into the living room. She sneakily opened the door and looked down the hallway. In the clear. Her parents wouldn't be able to see Harry. So she signed Harry could come so he could make a run for it, but just when he was standing next to Nola at her door, her dad walked around, back to the hallway.
'Nola? Sweetie, we're home and ordering pizza. Margarita as usual?'
Nola didn't know what to do. 'Yes dad! Fine!'.
'And what about that guest you have in there? Is it Maria? Does she want pizza too?'
Maria was Nola's best friend. Harry looked at her in panic and whispered 'What should we do? He knows I'm in there.'
Nola shushed him, answering her dad. 'Um, no I'm alone dad?'
'You can't fool me, I see two empty coffee mugs in the kitchen. I didn't know Maria drank coffee.' He made his way down the hallway and Nola quickly got out of her doorway and closed the door.
'Nola, what are you hiding?' He said, clearly standing in front of her door. 'Can I come in please?'
Harry was still standing next to Nola, realizing he wouldn't be able to escape. Nola lived 10 floors high in a building in the middle of Manhattan, and her closet was too small for him to fit in. Nola took a few seconds to absorb reality. Then, almost as in slow motion, her hands made their way into his hair, pushing his head closer to hers. Softly, she pressed her lips on his. It felt like coming home. For a few seconds they were all alone. Safe. She broke the kiss and moved her mouth to his right ear. 'We'll be fine. I promise. I love you.' She turned away from him, to face the door.
'Yes dad.. But I can explain-'
Nola's dad didn't hesitate and opened the door. He was shocked to see Mr. Quebert, the great writer, standing less than a metre from his daughter. They were holding hands.
'Dad... This is my boyfriend, Harry Quebert.'
It took Nola's parents a while to get used to the idea, but they supported their daughter. They knew she was special, she had all these interests normal girls her age didn't have and she always acted so maturely. Sometimes she'd say something that even her parents wouldn't have realized. And her mom often came to her for advice as well. Nola and her parents were mutuals. Nola's dad was quite a bit older than Nola's mom, so that helped. Her mom was the first to support the relationship, and she convinced Nola's dad to give Harry a chance. In the summer break Nola went to Rome with her mom and dad, and Harry could come along. After the trip, Harry was a lot closer to the family, and Nola even overheard her dad reference Harry as 'his friend', when he was talking to a work friend.
Harry was checking his feed on Instagram. He was still figuring out how the app worked exactly, he never really cared about social media, he was an old soul in that way. But his agent told him it was good for his image if he'd had Instagram, and Nola was willing to help him out with how the app worked and what to post. Currently he had more than 60 thousand followers (something he didn't really care about, but Nola seemed to be geeking out whenever she saw the number rise. She'd text him saying 'you hit 50k!' Whatever that should mean). He wanted to post tonight again, he recently found a picture on his Canon 70D of Nola and him and he just- He loved the picture. It was taken at the beginning of September, when they went away together to spend a week in Maine. It was absolutely amazing.
Looking at the photo, a thought crept into his mind. He wanted to stop hiding, for quite some time now, and considering Nola was turning 18 soon... His agent wanted him to wait. But he was done waiting. So, he selected the photo, wrote a caption (yes, the Harry Quebert knows what a caption is), and posted it. He closed the app and put the phone back into his pocket, returning to the amazing view. He liked people-watching. And then a few moments later, he heard a squeal. A smirk crept onto his face.
'Baby!' Nola shrieked from the kitchen. 'What have you done?' She got off the bar stool and made her way to where Harry was sitting and stopped in her footsteps when she was standing right in front of him.
She was wearing a high-waisted Levi's 501 and a sweater she stole from Harry's closet. She knew he liked- no, loved it when she wore his clothes. Her butt looked great in the jeans, and they were Harry's favorite. They had large back pockets he liked to put his hands in when they were hugging, just to tease her. He was wearing long khaki pants, with a short sleeved navy colored polo, top two buttons undone. His hair was- well, it had little spots of grey in it. She loved them. And it was fluffy. She never understood how a man could have such great hair. Ever since she found herself obsessed with Harry's, no other man's hair was as good. Or as nice.
Harry was very content. He had a smug look on his face. She knew that look. That look only meant bad things. Quickly Nola took a glance to her left, and yes. There it was. A scotch glass, almost completely empty. She turned her head back and raised her left brow. ' "Maine 2017. I'm yours." '. She read from the screen of her iPhone 8. She turned the screen his way and it displaced the picture he'd posted, with the caption she'd just read out loud.
'Yes? Isn't that the truth?' He gave her a million-dollar smile. He wanted to share their love with the world, as they were so close to being officially legal. They hadn't done anything, but they could have. On plenty of occasions. And it would've been possible. Her parents supported their relationship. But Harry wanted to wait. Each and every time he told himself, 18 isn't that far way. But this last week...
'Have you read the comments? You do know people can leave comments?' Nola was looking him right in the eyes, but Harry didn't seem to mind. He was smiling like a love-struck teenager.
What have I done to deserve her, he thought.
'Babe? Should I read a comment out loud for you? People are saying some crazy...' She was shaking her head. 'I feel so exposed.' She let her hands go through her hair one time and turned back to her screen. He was still looking at her.
'So tell me, what are they commenting?' He readjusted himself in the chair, trying to pretend to care about people commenting on his post. All he could think about was how her neck was now exposed after she had gone through her hair... That beautiful neck, the things he'd like to-
'Okay. Here we go! Someone commented: 'Damn! I thought I still had a chance to hop on that dick!'' She looked up. Her eyes were telling him everything she needed to know. She was jealous. 'Well, excuse me! This is rude.'
'Oh.' He smiled, feeling giddy over how possessive she was of him. It was sexy. And she was very cute when she was mad.
'They're not supportive at all.' A small pout became visible on Nola's face.
'Baby...' Harry started, softening up. The power she held over him.
But Nola wouldn't let Harry finish his sentence. 'This one takes the jackpot, though: 'Is that your daughter?''. She threw her phone on the couch next to her and folded her arms.
'Well, he's not completely wrong...' He teased. His voice was certainly lower than before. Nola looked up, into his eyes. They had changed color. They were grey now. He continued his statement. 'In a way, I am your daddy.' He held her gaze.
She felt her nipples harden, involuntarily. What- He- She bit on her lip. The air seemed to feel quite a bit thicker than before. And it was really hot in here. Why was she wearing a sweater again?
'You...' She whispered. She didn't know what to say. He was still sitting in the damn chair. This man would be the death of her. She took a few steps so she was standing almost in between his parted legs.
He didn't know what was going on with him. He usually would be able to control himself, but tonight... Tonight was different. Tonight was theirs. He let his hands stroke her legs and slightly push her forward. She took a step back so she could position herself on his lap. His hands went to her back now. Under her sweater. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and her skin was on fire.
Harry looked up and felt Nola's hands at the back of his neck, playing with his hair. 'Nola- I..'
She didn't want him to be moral tonight. For almost three years she's been dealing with that crap. As if a girl of 15 didn't have needs. She understood him, but- the desire inside of her was unreal. So she didn't allow him to be moral tonight. She gripped onto his hair and closed the gap between them. Their lips connected and after a short time of innocently pecking, she opened her mouth, allowing him to enter with his tongue. Their tongues battled for a while, both not sure who would lead. He pulled her body flush to his, all the while his hands were still burning on the back of her back. They went down and settled on her ass. He pushed her ass into his pelvis, and she felt shivers go down her spine. He- He was so hard. For her. She imagined how many nights he must've been tormented by wet dreams, where they-
He moved one hand from her ass to her neck and changed the angle of the kiss. He broke the contact and whispered 'couch', before connecting their mouths again. He moved his hand back to her ass and stood up, her legs hooked behind him and her arms around his neck, with one hand in his hair. His now tousled hair. She smirked at the thought. He laid her down, not trying to be rough, and put himself on top of her, supporting his weight on his arms trying not to crush her. Her legs were still around him, a feeling that made him go crazy. His dick was so close to her- Oh god. Suddenly all the clothing between them was too much. Off, off, off. Now.
She helped him with his polo and he swiftly grabbed the sweater and pulled it from over her head, throwing it away. Her breasts- They were perfect. He delicately touched one of them and saw her nipples go even harder. His dick twitched. He unzipped his khaki's and clumsily got them off. She giggled because it was obvious he wanted them off as soon as possible. Silence overtook her when the pants were off and she saw the full length of his erection through his Calvin Klein white boxers. The boxers were even more see-through because of the pre-cum from his dick.
'See? That's what you do to me.' He whispered, his voice hoarse and raw and... full of lust. He put himself on his knees between her legs now, to rid her from her jeans. When those were off, he discovered she was wearing lingerie.
'Baby...' He smiled.
She was impatient. Her hands found their way back into his hair and she pulled him on top of her again. Their tongues easily found their way again. This felt so good, so right and they were so ready. They've had three years of foreplay. Both were so responsive to each other's touch. This was the great love people wrote books about. She knew it. Here, with him, was where she was meant to be.
His lips made a trail down her neck and he stopped at her collar bone, licked her to a certain spot on her neck and softly started biting on the skin, releasing a loud moan from Nola. He pressed his dick against her, feeling her warmth. How wet she was for him. She was soaked. He stopped biting and sucked on the skin. She was writhing underneath him. A favorite spot, he noted. He let go off the skin, smirking. That would leave a mark. At that moment, all he wanted to know was that she was completely and irrevocably his. He made a trail of kisses down to her left boob, put his hand around it and started sucking on the nipple, which caused some reaction but not enough for him to be pleased. He kissed her on the lips again.
It wasn't enough. She needed him, she needed him now. She granted his tongue easily access and moved her hands to his boxers. She was fiddling with the band and it made him go crazy. When she moved one hand to his erection and slightly touched it, he loudly moaned into her mouth. 'Fuck- Nola..' She moved a finger down the length of his penis. 'Nola.. You- I-... Ugh.. fuck'. He disconnected his lips from hers and fixed on the other side of her neck. His hand grabbed a hold of the one that was being busy making him go out of his mind, if she didn't stop he wouldn't have been able to control himself. It's been so long he'd had sex, and he knew this was her first. He wanted it to be perfect. So he realized, he didn't want to do it on this couch. 'Bedroom. Now.' He breathed, moving up, having one arm under her neck. He sneaked the other under her legs and carried her to his bedroom. Their hearts were racing. This would be a night neither would ever forget. And the night was far from over.