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hrrysluv · 2 years

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Hey if you can.....could you do a headcannon of Harry being a dad to teenagers and maybe he's really affectionate or something like that please?

Thanks!!!!!!

thank you for sending in the request!! feedback is appreciated! <3

w/c: 650 words

i feel like harry would raise a strong, independent kid. they’d have a good relationship wherein they don’t feel afraid to approach him for anything

museum dates and visits to local concerts, of course. they’d bond so much over art work and music, it just feels like they’re bound to explore that stuff together

he’s the kind of dad to store your family pictures in his wallet. imagine <3

he’s that dad who still loves leaving kisses on their forehead

i think they’d make a fun, chaotic duo/trio because they’d try out well planned pranks on you which is why i feel they would be the best of friends altogether

oh he loves spoiling them with food from restaurants, will probably sneak in donuts or ice cream for them and when you spot them, the kids are quick to defend him too, “we bought this! on your own!”... yeah, you definitely don’t end up believing that.

when you have a little baby girl, he ends up learning a lot over the years whether it’s about periods or any other changes from you. a little extra but when they’re younger, he enjoyed watching movies/shows with them from disney’s jasmine to barbie’s life in the dream house, he absolutely loved them all

harry with daughters in general would love to bake cupcakes or cakes. like it’d be so much fun and they would be all around, spreading the dough on his face and just a fun day at the styles’ residence. they would definitely be a daddy’s girl and would be lost without him and his guidance.

harry with sons is a very competitive scenario. video games and what not, rather any activity they all play - it’s a competition.

i don’t see the kids hiding stuff from him, i think he’s a super chill parent who initially used to worry a lot whenever they’d go out for long hours but i think he got more comfortable with it when they kept him in touch of their well being throughout and plus he knows a few rule breaks are allowed because he was a teen once too

at first maybe he’s the kind of dad to intimate his kid’s partner but then eventually it’s all fun. he never forgets to threaten them slightly behind their back <3 might also embarrass his kids by showing their baby photos and telling their most embarrassing stories to their partner

i feel like if his daughter specifically gets a partner, he’d be so taken aback wondering how she’s grown up this fast and of course if you hear a loud cough near her room when her partner’s home, it’s definitely not harry. jokes apart, he’d definitely support them a 100% if he sees them share those genuine feelings. and he definitely gives a lecture on consensual, safe sex and what he feels like he should have been told when he was a teenager himself.

i also feel like he’d be the best at giving advice to his son for their relationship and the best tease when he spots his son all blushed up while speaking of his crush, “you’re so in love!’’ he says with a chuckle as he remembers the very first time he was like this with you. maybe he’ll take the chance and go down the memory lane and narrate how you both fell in love gradually and his kid will probably have a smile on his face while listening to his parents’ story.

naturally, arguments are occasionally happening and it feels too long whenever they have one because by the end of the day, they don’t even remember why they stood by their points so much without trying to understand each other. they’ll probably act upset but it’s never gonna stretch for more than a few hours before either harry or the kid is finding their way back to each other.

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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working on some requests rn ;))

#mads diary

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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hi !!

i just wanted to say how much i love your fics ! there's unfortuantely not many fetus harry fics (the fetus harry tag has been taken over by larries -_-) and yours are just so precious !!

lots of love

this is the sweetest compliment i’ve ever gotten <3!!!!! thank you so much angel, i love you 💌💐🫶🏼🫶🏼🌷👼🏼

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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fine line era masterlist

a collection of my favourite fics for the almighty fine line era <3

golden

i can feel you take control - @tobesolonely

instagram post - @sunnyflowervol18

instagram post - @harrysfolklore

instagram post - @satanhalsey

golden (bts) - @astranva

golden - @astranva

malato de’amore - @muffindaddystyles

happiness looks good on you - @finelinevogue

golden - @angelisverba

golden - @brwnskin-bunnyteeth

watermelon sugar

watermelon sugar (bts) - @astranva

candy girl - @songbirdstyles

strawberries on a summer evening - @ibelieveinharrystyles

i just wanna taste it - @hunflowers

sherbert - @moonchildstyles

i just want to taste it - @harrysgoldenbum

subspace blurb - @honeydulcewrites

watermelon sugar high - @goldencherryhazz

just little old me - @marvelouspeterparker

and the grammy goes to - @goldencherryhazz

changes - @sunflowervolvimp3

forbidden fruit - @all-things-fic

rose tinted - @kiss-inthekitchen

watermelon sugar - @perksofbeingaharrie

watermelon sugar (high) - @strawberriestyles

adore you

adore you - @fromyourstrulyh

adore you - @wildcherryhs

cant help but love him - @harrysgoldenline

lights up

cherry

cherry - @goldencherryharry

falling

falling duet - @astranva

falling - @harryxmac

falling - @imagine-that-one-thing

falling in love on tour - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

to be so lonely

tbsl - @honeyedrasp

sunflower vol. 6

my sunflower drabbles - @hstyles-1994

kiss in the kitchen - @pinencurls

sunflowers vol 1-5 - @helladirections

sunflower vol 6 - @theficplug

sunflower vol 6 - @blufirre

canyon moon

canyon moon - @gucciwins

desert - @bfharry

our canyon moon - @finelinevogue

under the canyon moon - @havethetimeofyourstyles

tpwk

tpwk music video - @astranva

keep on dancing - @finelinevogue

fine line

fine line - @chaashni

fine line - @wonderrdies

one more time - @permanentcrossfics

miscellaneous

my muse - @harrysgoldenline

listening to the album with h - @finelinevogue

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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i loved the 73 questions imagine so much, could you do another interview type thing, nothing specific:)

Y/N L/N & HARRY STYLES TAKE A LIE DETECTOR TEST | VANITY FAIR

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"Y/N?"

"Yes."

"Harry?"

"Yes."

"We brought you in here today to take a lie detector test. One of you will be hooked up to the machine while the other asks questions. Then you'll switch." A lady behind the camera tells Y/N and Harry. They both look at each other with small grins as the lady continues on. "So who wants to go first?"

Harry let's out a laugh when Y/N points at him. He shakes her head with a smile.

"Why me?"

"Because I said so." Y/N tells her boyfriend making him playfully roll his eyes.

"Okay..." Harry mumbles.

Y/N makes eye contact with her boyfriend who looked happier than ever to get questioned. He was truly not worried at all.

Once he was all set the examiner sat down and nodded at Y/N to start. She gives Harry a grin which he returns.

"So...a few years ago on Twitter you liked a series of Tweet's about me." Y/N tells Harry who groans knowing what is coming next. "How long have you liked me?"

Harry nervously blinks as heat rises to his cheeks. He had liked Y/N ever since his One Direction days and now he could finally say that she's his.

"Erm...since 2013."

Y/N looks at the examiner who nods and says Harry's passed. A grin appears on her lips when she sees her boyfriends flushed face.

"That long?" Y/N playfully gasps as Harry nods sheepishly.

"I've been obsessed with you for as long as I can remember." He smiles making Y/N start to blush.

Everyone in the room awes at the couple. Y/N and Harry were the private type of couple that never shared their intimate moments. Today was really the first time they were not hiding their relationship.

"Next question is....what songs off of Fine Line are about me?" Y/N questions Harry who still had a grin on his face.

"Every single song I make is about you." He tells Y/N who beams at his response.

"He passed." Sam the examiner looks at Y/N with a smile.

"You're really are obsessed with me." Y/N laughs as Harry just keeps smiling at her. He looked at her like she was the only girl in the world and it made her smile uncontrollably.

"That I am." - "Are you ready Y/N." Harry asks his girlfriend who looked nervous.

"No..."

Both Harry and the examiner laugh at Y/N's response. She was now in the same seat Harry was previously sat on with wires wrapped around her hands and body.

Harry was seen with the biggest grin he could muster up holding a few cards that had questions written on them.

"Are we ready Sam?" Harry questions the examiner who gives him a nod in response. "Alright. Y/N on our first date you had asked me what I did for a living. Did you really not know I was a musician or were you lying?"

"I knew who you were I just wanted to humble you." Y/N tells Harry as she begins to giggle at his shocked face.

"You wanted to humble me?" Harry laughs. "Jeff she wanted to humble me." He looks at someone behind the camera who was also laughing.

"As she should." Jeff responds making Harry and Y/N cackle even harder.

"I'm going to cry." Harry says in between laughs. That was seriously something Y/N would do and it made Harry love her more, if that was even possible. "Okay next question. When you attended the Dunkirk movie premiere with me I vividly remember giving you my jacket then you 'losing it'. Did you really loose it?"

"Oh…yeah. I honestly think I left it in the theater." She furrows her brows thinking.

"She’s telling the truth." Sam speaks up as she looks at the computer that was mothering Y/N’s heart rate.

"Hmmm. Who is your favorite One Direction member?" Harry asks his girlfriend who shakes her head smiling.

"I don’t know. Uh….Niall?"

"And we are done with the interview. Byeeeee." Harry turns to look at the camera trying to keep a straight face but he immediately starts to laugh. "I am so offended right now."

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harryfan2

they are seriously made for each other

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harryfan5 the way y/n always makes harry blush

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harryfan7 crying, throwing up, sliding down the wall

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harryfan9 my parents 💞

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harryfan11 he is so happy with her omg

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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your writing is my absolute favorite 💌💌💌

hi! can you write something angsty where harry and y/n have broken up?

The last week had been really tough.

Understandably there was no-one to blame but yourself for your sadness and anxiety. You had been the one to break up with Harry and leave him to enjoy his own life.

You never thought it would hurt this much.

Harry had been an absolute rock for you these past few months and you owed everything to him. Your happiness stemmed from his joyful centre and was one of the things you missed the most about him. His lips, his eyes, his hair, his neck, his heartbeat and his fingers were only added on to the minute list of other things you missed about him.

It was hard to keep up with the news, seeing Harry and Olivia's faces plastered everywhere. A lot of them were talking about how they were perfect for each other and this was exactly what Harry needed, which only hurt more. You thought you'd been enough - but clearly management thought you hadn't and neither had Harry if he agreed to doing the stunt.

After travelling back to the UK you got a couple of texts from Harry, freaking out over your whereabouts since you'd walked home in the dark and telling you to contact him as soon as possible. You let him with one final text and then blocked his number;

Guess we both stopped running, hey? Bye, Harry <3

Your little emoji at the end meant a lot more than a simple 'i like you', now, but it was too late for Harry to know that now. He was always going to be the right person at the wrong time.

As if your love life hadn't been giving you enough grief your job was being even worse.

Today you were working a 10 hour shift at the restaurant, and it was a Saturday night so it was even busier than normal. You were very understaffed this evening and so the workload was overbearing. You were waitressing for more than ten tables and hostessing. Pippa, your co-worker and best friend, had picked up an extra shift to help when you secretly texted her an SOS message.

"P, I just need to go give food to Table 16 so could you go seat the people waiting at the door?" You asked her and she complied.

You wiped some excess sweat off your forehead and walked swiftly over to the kitchen to pick up food for Table 16. The food had been waiting for at least a minute and you were scolded for not being quick enough.

"Hurry up Y/N. Now!" Your manager shouted at you. He usually just stood in his big-boss suit and did nothing to help. He would walk around during the evening and ask people for their opinions on the food, attempting to give god customer service. He was so horrible to his staff members though, and the only reason you stuck around was because you needed to pay rent somehow.

"Sorry Sir," You apologised and shakily picked up the heavy plates. After leaving Harry, even though it had only been a week, you had lost a significant amount of weight and had become a lot weaker. You haven't been eating properly and your sleep schedule was practically none existent. You were completely worn out and your body was taking the effects of that.

You sped as fast as you could, with balancing plates on hand, towards the correct table and swore to yourself as you managed to burn yourself on the plate. It was touching your thumb and it was becoming hotter and hotter on your skin by the second.

"Hi, sorry about the delay." You apologised on behalf of the staff, or lack there of. You placed the dishes in front of the two ladies and smiled the best you could.

"The service here tonight is terrible, can I just say. I'd like to speak to your manager after my dinner." The woman aggressively spoke to you as if everything had been your fault, not giving a second thought to how you were only delivering the food and not making it.

"Oh i'm so–" You couldn't even finish before the other woman was chipping in.

"Don't be expecting a tip this evening." She was quick to chime in, the other woman nodding in agreement. "You can go now." She brushed her hand to warn you away. You held your head low in shame.

The job didn't exactly pay well, so you needed every tip you could get in order to pay for bills and put food on the table for yourself. It wasn't like you were living off scraps, but sometimes it was hard to pull enough money together for the end of the months rent. Hearing that you were going to be getting one less tip tonight only made you think about whether you were going to sacrifice hot water for a chocolate pudding, or whether it would be the gooey dessert for a warm shower.

You were on your way back to the kitchen to pick up the next round food available to serve when a man reached his hand out to stop you. You really needed to go and wash your throbbing hand under cold water, and fast, before it blistered and became anymore painful.

"Oops, sorry Sir. Can I help?" You asked, as you were cut short of your walk by his hand. You held onto your burning hand, thinking it would help relieve the pain when in reality you knew it wouldn't.

"Yes. My food is cold. I want all of it to be re-done." He could've at least said please or used a smile, but no. You could just add this to the list of things that were going wrong today.

"Oh I apologise for that, Sir. I'll get on that right away." You walked away quickly, walking to the register to cash in his order again, but discounting it so he didn't have to pay for any of it. You had asked Mikey, on the way over, to go and clear away their plates of cold food and return them to the kitchen.

As you put the last item through the till Pippa came alongside you, with a cash and cheque. Pippa's customer service had always been so amazing that there was no surprise when she kept her £10 tip. That could buy you your chocolate pudding, you thought to yourself - maybe even two.

"You okay?" She asked, noticing how you were grabbing on to on of your hands whilst the other was shaking. For some stupid reason there was only one till that took cash in this restaurant, and so Pippa had to wait until you were done to use it.

"Oh yeah it's nothing." you say calmly, moving your hand away to show her what you thought was only a small burn but now turned out to be quite scary looking. It was ridiculously red and the skin was obviously burnt.

"Y/N! What the hell? That's not nothing. That looks like a second degree burn." Pippa exclaimed, trying to keep her own voice down so to not attract attention.

"Yeah, well it's not important right now." You sighed, logging out of the register so she could log in. You were about to leave when she caught your wrist on your good hand.

"Y/N/N," she warned sternly, "go and run your hand under cold water now and–"

"Y/N. Table 6 now!" Your manager shouted at you. He must have noticed you and Pippa talking and automatically have thought you were both yapping about girl stuff rather than doing your job, when in actual fact Pippa was genuinely worried for her good friend.

"Yes, Sir." You turned around left Pippa to it, hearing her loudly sigh behind you. Her sigh made you feel even worse - thinking that you'd disappointed her on top of everything else. It's not like you didn't want to go and attend to your hand, but more that you couldn't. Every few seconds it would really sting and you hated the feeling. It sent slight shivers up the backs of your legs and up your spine, proving that your body was not taking to the new injury very well.

You patted down your simple outfit and swallowed down the overly large lump in the back of your throat. You wanted to so badly cry, but now was not the time nor the place.

The walk over to table 6 didn't take long and luckily nobody stopped you along the way. You smiled at a gorgeous baby and she waved back, filling you with a little love that you'd so desperately needed today.

You took out your notepad and pen before you arrived at the booth. The boots were expensive, so you could assume that whoever was sitting in it was rich and would be ordering something like lobster this evening. You clicked your pen on and looked up at your customers just before arriving at the table, but when you made eye contact with him you stopped.

He was here.

The one man that you'd given your everything to and it just hadn't been enough. The one man that you'd loved unconditionally and he didn't feel the same. The one man that you thought was your forever but his was someone else.

Harry. God, did he look annoyingly good. He was just wearing some flares and a sweater, as usual, and yet he looked like was ready to walk down Guccis runway. He looked incredible, which was a lot more than you could ever say for yourself. You look at yourself now and then back to him and understand why you hadn't been enough. You look at yourself now and then at the beautiful woman sat next to him and understand why you hadn't been enough.

Olivia was a beautiful woman and they really did deserve all the happiness, but it was just hard to admit that and watch it with your own eyes.

With one final look into those big, dreamy, eyes that looked just as shocked as yours, you rushed away. No words exchanged. You couldn't even comprehend that he was actually here. Yes, he always used to come here, but you assumed after this past week he'd never want to come back here again. Why was he even back in London? Surely they had a load of press to continue to work through in the States before returning to England. You never thought seeing him again would be causing this much mental dilemma.

After rushing away, blocking out any customer who was calling for your service, you made your way in to the back corridor which contained the employee toilets. The customer toilets were at the front of the restaurant, so you had no worries having to hide from them. The corridor was gross, though, and you wished to be anywhere else right now.

You couldn't even get 10 seconds to yourself, or to calm yourself down, before your grumpy, old, employer burst through the unlocked door in to the corridor.

"Y/N get back out there, right now, and do your damn job." He screamed at you from the tiny corridor. He had no respect for personal space.

"I need a minute." You say quietly, finding it hard to find the strength to even return to work right now.

"I don't give a shit. You get out there and serve Table 6, right now, before I lose my chill." He angrily spat back at you, making you afraid to see what he'd be like without his chill.

"I can't serve that table, Sir." You held back your tears, feeling the need to be strong for yourself. You felt yourself on the cusp of a huge breakdown though - everything had been so overwhelming this evening. You'd been blamed for just about everything and now your ex-boyfriend was here with his whole management and Olivia. You just couldn't do it.

"And why the fuck not, Y/N." Your boss asked you sternly, crossing his arms over to make him seem more intimidating.

"Because... becau– it's personal." You tried to explain without explaining, knowing you boss wouldn't give a damn whether you explained it or not. He only cared about profit and his well fare - nothing else. You were below the floor on his list of priorities, which wasn't exactly gold standard for staff well-being.

"I've had just about enough of your bullshit, Y/N." He calmly stated, which was your first clue that this wasn't good. "You're fired." And there it was.

Fired.

"Wha– Sir? You can't–" You stumbled over your words, feeling the tears soak your eyes now. Your tense state had grown even worse and you could feel the cramps in your body begin to build. The pain in your hand was long forgotten and the pain in your chest was settling, because reality had just come knocking on your door. It had come knocking and had broken in before you could even open it. The reality was you were now jobless. No income. No warm shower or chocolate pudding.

"I can and I just did. You're lazy and your customer service is disgraceful. I need people who are hard-working, not slackers. I need people who are strong, not weak. Now get out of my restaurant." He walked away and slammed the door shut on the way out.

When the door shut you were free to collapse and cry.

You let everything out. Every single tear you could produce, fell. Why did you have to be the one given a shitty life? Of course, it was nowhere near as awful as some peoples lives but you really didn't understand what you were doing wrong to gather this much hate. Your boss hated you and so fired you. Your friend was disappointed in you, which made you feel invaluable. Your ex-boyfriend was, well you thought was, the love of your goddamn life and he very clearly didn't feel the same way.

Once, you had had everything. Job. Good friends. Boyfriend. Love. Now, well you weren't even sure what you had anymore.

All the good things in life were slipping away and you felt like you were slipping away with them.

After crying so much that you couldn't breathe you attempted to calm yourself down. The tears were stinging your eyes now and the sobs were causing your throat to hurt. The floor was the only thing keeping you grounded right now and everything else was just passing by. You were glad none of the employees came back here, because you would be too embarrassed if someone saw your state right now.

Voices and the sound of a commotion were heard beyond the door, but you were too weak to even pull yourself up from the floor to see. The voices were loud and only a few steps away from the door, but your own internal thoughts and struggles were keeping you from them.

They even kept you from hearing the door open.

It was only until you were being embraced in someones arms that you realised you weren't sat alone anymore. You didn't have to second guess who's embrace it was, knowing his hugs like the back of your hand. He didn't stop you from crying though, in fact he encouraged it.

"Let it out, Y/N/N. You're okay." Hearing his voice for the first time in over a week - possibly more - was hard for you. Of course, it was comforting but that was just the problem. His voice was only going to remind you of you couldn't have anymore. His voice was a reminder that he was no longer yours.

"Pl-please leave m-me alone." You hiccupped, from where Harry had you pressed hard against his chest. This was something he always did to calm you down, as you could hear and feel his heartbeat beneath his chest. Yet another thing that teased you about what wasn't yours anymore. His heart was Olivias now and it was difficult to accept that.

"No." Harry quickly responded, not even releasing his hold on you in the slightest bit. In fact, he tightened it.

"Harry, p-please." You sobbed. Harry knew you better than you knew yourself though, and you knew that too. He knew leaving you now would be a worse idea than the guy who told Trump to go into politics. He wasn't planning on leaving either.

"I'm not going anywhere." He reassured you, knowing that's what you were pleading for the second time. You gripped onto his shirt, to try and feel him as close as possible, but only ended up hurting your hand. The hiss you let out was enough to concern Harry to loosen his hold on you to check you out.

Harry took your hand, noticing how your head had stayed in the same position on his chest as before. He looked at it and winced when he saw the damage. It covered a good third of the back of your hand and worked its way on to your palm slightly. It was bad enough for Harry to completely forget about anything else happening tonight and solely focus on you. He turned your hand in both of his, examining it to asses the extent of the burn. Harry knew how much your worked yourself, if not overworked, and knew you didn't take full care of yourself the way you should.

"I-it hurts, Harry." You whimpered, another heartbreaking sob taking over your body. It was hard for Harry to see you like this, especially when he was the cause.

"I know, baby. I'm going to fix it though. I'm going to fix everything."

#harry fic rec

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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love stevie <333

PLEASE DO MORE😩

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry styles x reader

pt two to this

(MASTERLIST)

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tmz Y/N L/N in Los Angeles today with her personal assistant and daughter Stevie.

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harryfan4 stevie always looks happy 😭

harryfan8 they are probably going to his show tonight!!

harryfan10 i thought he already had a show in la

harryfan3 he did but he has another one tonight!!!!!

harryfan6 the fact that y/n’s personal assistant is wearing harry’s merch 🙌

harryfan9 it’s stevie’s world and we’re just living in it

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y/nupdates Y/N at Harry’s LA show tonight!

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harryfan12 this is my 13th reason

harryfan14 i love how they’re so supportive of each other 🥰

harryfan17 WHEN SHE WENT UP TO LIZZO AND BTS

harryfan13 she did?? omg

harryfan15 yes! y/n was dancing with them all night

harryfan18 post the pics of her dancing with lizzo 🙏

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yourinstagram my rockstar

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harryfan16 he is so pretty

harryfan19 SHUT UP Y/N IS SO IN LOVE WITH HIM 😭😭

harrystyles I adore you.

yourinstagram 🤍

harryfan20 "my" i’m totally not jealous….

alessandro_michele your beloved harry 🥰

harryfan22 every time y/n posts we never know what we’re getting

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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“why are so many writers leaving tumblr”?

i don’t know.

support your writers. i don’t know how many times i have to say this but reblogs help more than likes. SUPPORT CONTENT CREATORS!!!! this shit is actually unacceptable. of coarse i appreciate likes. it tells me that you enjoyed reading my fics but re-blogging them helps my work reach other people. do your part.

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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TROY AND GABRIELLA WANNABES

summary: in which harry and y/n attend a wedding together but harry doesn’t know how to dance. inspired by ‘can i have this dance’ by high school musical

fetus!harry x reader

a/n: i’ve been wanting to write a fic to this song and i’m so excited to finally do it, i hope you enjoy it. also let me know if someone has already done this <33

y/n giggled warmly with the other bridesmaids when made a comment on stepping on her dress . the bridesmaids dresses were designed to be a blush pink color with lace covering some of them, which matched beautifully with the brides dress. the dress made y/n feel elegant, the swaying dress hugging her figure perfectly.

y/n could feel a stare on her from behind her, which happened to be harry. she sent her boyfriend a big smile before turning to the bride announcing that it time for a slow dance. a smile crept onto y/n’s freckled face at the thought of harry and her slow dancing. she turned back around to where she once caught her boyfriend’s eye only to find he wasn’t there anymore, a frown on her lips at the sight in front of her. he’s probably going to the toilet she thought, while she decided to wait for him.

10 minutes later and harry still wasn’t back from the toilet when y/n started getting confused. he wouldn’t just disappear, anne and gemma are still here. her eyes looking all around the room and even through out the windows where she saw the wedding gazebo, pink and white flowers scattered all across the top and white sheer curtains dangling from the top aswell. freshly washed cushions placed neatly on the wood benches. but a figure in the distance caught her eye, the tall frame had chocolate brown curls aswell as a black tuxedo on. the hair gave it away immediately when y/n realized it was her boyfriend.

she snuck out of the tiny place rented for the day and out into the sunset shining down on her. she tried to run but failed miserably due to white high heels she was wearing. she made her way right behind harry and waited a few seconds before deciding to make her presence known.

“hey” she softly said trying not to startle him.

“hi”

“what’s wrong” she wrapped her warm arms around his equally warm body and let her chin rest on his shoulder. after a few seconds of him not saying anything she decided to speak again.

“you know you can tell me anything right?” harry loudly sighed, took ahold of her hand and guided her to one of the benches.

“i don’t know how to dance” y/n giggled over the dramatic scene unfolding in front of her.

“you know you’re so lucky to have me as a girlfriend because i actually can dance” she raised her brows at him before getting up off the comfy bench and headed to her phone which placed on a small table before talking to harry.

she quickly opened the spotify app and went to one of her favorite disney films album and tapped ‘can i have this dance’ which played in high school musical 3. she turned the volume all the way up and turned back to harry who’s eyes were on her, the sound of a guitar softly strumming filling their ears.

y/n held her hand out to the brunette boy while softly singing the fist verse. “take my hand”. he quickly obeyed, taking her smaller hand in his big one. his nerves quickly calming down after her touch.

“take a breath”. harry breathed out slowly, letting go of the breath he didn’t notice he was holding.

“pull me close and take one step” harry wrapped his covered arm around the pretty girls waist and took one step, as ordered. catching himself as he was fumbling with his feet, nervous about stepping on her toes.

“keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide” his eyes quickly snapped from being locked to his shoes to now being locked to her eyes. she kept a smile on her face reassuring him as they were stepping and swaying to the music.

everything was blocked out at this moment. y/n and harry felt like the last two people on the earth. y/n could feel his shoulders relax and him slightly getting more into the music. harry took on the role of singing troys part while y/n continued to take gabriella’s part. harry had a small grin on his face he spun her around, y/n giggled in surprise.

“it’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you” harry couldn’t help but think that him and y/n would be perfect for the roles of troy and gabriella.

“it’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do”

“and with every step together, we just keep on getting better”

“so can i have this dance?” y/n sang gabriella’s part.

“can i have this dance?” harry sung troys part.

“can i have this dance?” their soft voices mixed together as their foreheads met before connecting their lips with each other’s.

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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hi loves !! i’m finally working on some requests so hopefully those will be out soon 💌💌

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can u do one where harry’s son/daughter comes out and is nervous to talk about it ????

I really, really, really enjoyed writing this. Anon, I am sorry it took me so long but I hope you love it as much as I do.

She’s not normally like this.

It’s unusual behavior. She’s always been a vibrant one, with a personality that shined amongst others, thrived in a social setting, captivated people. She’s outgoing, extremely family oriented, and didn’t usually pass up on the opportunity to binge watch Sex and The City with you on the couch, late at night after you’ve put the little one to sleep. She’s always enjoyed messing around on the guitar with her dad, listening to music he’s concocted and giving her input, maybe even doing a little bake off in the kitchen.

None of that has transpired lately. She’s short with you, with Harry, with her 6 year old brother. She’s quick to slink off to her room, not even muttering a word to the rest of the household, locking the door behind her. The guitar hasn’t been strummed in a while, and it’s probably collecting dust beneath her bed, because she hasn’t even looked at it.

You chalk it up, initially, to be PMS. She’s 15, she’s reaching that stage in her teenage years where she’s moody and irritable. So when Harry expresses slight concern for the first time, you assure him that it’s ‘just girl stuff’ and that it isn’t something to fuss over.

But now it’s been long, too long, and you’re beginning to beat yourself up over it. Because maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss it, maybe this rooted a little bit deeper and you had overlooked it. The fact that, someone who would even try and keep up a conversation with a mouthful of food, was barely gracing her parents with quippy one worded remarks, was a red flag.

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#dad harry fic rec

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hrrysluv · 2 years

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TWELVE YEARS WITH YOU

HARRY'S MASTERLIST | SINCE FOREVER UNIVERSE

Summary: Today is Harry and Y/N's twelfth anniversary, but for them, it's still the first every time.

W/N: TODAY IS THE ANNIVERSARY OF MY BABIES!!! ENJOY THIS THAT I WROTE SO FAST.

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"I... they already gave me my payment for the band and I bought you the necklace you wanted so much."

"What? Harry—"

"Happy first anniversary, I love you."

A sixteen-year-old Harry smiles, showing off his dimples and reaching out to leave a chaste kiss in his girlfriend's mouth. He can't believe that a year has already passed since he gathered courage and confessed his love, he felt that time passed quickly by her side, and that he had to treasure every moment.

"I love you too and happy anniversary, but the necklace... it's too expensive." Y/N answers, stroking his curls that she loves so much.

And it was. She had seen it in a shop window while they were walking around London one weekend on a bike ride and Harry swore her eyes lit up.

"Don't worry, I get paid well for the band, really." He replies, stroking her waist. "Gimme another kiss and let me put the necklace on you, yeah?"

She laughs and kisses him, making him smirk mid-kiss and sigh softly through his nose. As they part, Y/N turns and lets him put the necklace on her, holding back a squeal of excitement.

"Thanks, H. I love it! thank you."

The two of them settle into the mattress in the tree house, and Y/N reaches for the bag with the present for him, but she suddenly feels embarrassed, and Harry can tell.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

She sighs. "You bought me something so nice and expensive... my gift is stupid."

She had worked a full weekend at her father's store to raise the money and had been very excited when she got it.

"Nothing that comes from you is stupid for me, I love everything you give me." Harry answers, looking at her with his green eyes that make her hand him the bag in embarrassment.

But everything changes when she sees his face completely excited to see the content. "Baby..."

The Fleetwood Mac Rumors vinyl gleamed in its wrapper, and Harry laughed in disbelief. "Y/N, god, I fucking love you."

She falls onto her back on the mattress and is pelted with kisses, she can't help but close her eyes and laugh. She's so in love with him that everything feels different when they're together, as if she's living a dream and he's not real.

"I'm glad you like it." She says, letting him continue the kisses to her neck and the top of her shirt.

"I love it, best gift ever." Harry answers, as he continues to kiss her. "Let me thank you, please?"

"Lovie?"

Harry watched her expectantly as they walked hand in hand through the darkened streets of London, which had gradually become their home.

Y/N blinked back to reality. "Yeah, sorry. I was remembering our first anniversary."

Unconsciously, she puts a hand to her necklace. Harry laughs and swings their joined hands.

"The vinyl still plays perfectly, maybe we could listen to it when we got home, mmh?"

They'd gone out to dinner to celebrate and luckily hadn't come across many people who knew who they were.

"Of course, wanna have a glass of wine, and maybe we could do that thing you like." She answers with a smile, and Harry gasps in surprise.

"Yeah?!"

The two laugh and continue walking towards their car, until Y/N turns them around and pins her fiancé against a wall.

"I love you."

Harry sighs, his heart aching for the girl in front of him for a long but short twelve years, and he knows it'll be until the day he draws his last breath. This year it felt different and it was all thanks to the ring on her finger, they were months away from being a married couple.

He slides a hand through her hair, tucking a strand behind her ear. "I love you more, m'soul. I love you so much, that I feel that together we're still the kids in the tree house and nothing has changed."

The two share a passionate kiss, Y/N sliding a hand down her fiancé's shirt so she can feel his body heat. They both know that when they get home there will be no vinyl, no wine, just them showing their love for each other at every single corner of the big house.

"Let's go home before they put us in prison for exhibitionism." Harry says against her lips.

"Please, we've done worse."

Yeah, that's why he's gonna marry her.

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