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everything with you

synopsis: a simple, true kind of love

word count: 7.1k

contains: fluff, angst, cancer, brief mentions of sexual assault, allusions to domestic violence and a toxic relationship, normal people/one day vibes, boyfriend harry

a/n: posting this here because i love it so much and i was feeling emo. also have been away for a week so haven't had much time to finish writing things I'm still working on (there will be a soft girl sunday post tomorrow don't worry and i am also working on a tattoo h blurb as well !!)

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October 1st 2017

Harry and Y/N met during freshers week at University in 2017.

"Should we make out?"

They were standing in a closet now after meeting just ten minutes ago downstairs.

"M' names Harry," Harry spoke, sitting on the couch and looking down at his first drink of the night. He wasn't much of a drinker but also feared missing out or being seen as unordinary - at university, drinking felt like it was deemed ordinary.

Y/N blushed, her cheeks pink from the humidity in the room and the fact that a guy was talking to her. She pulled down the sleeves of her dress to hide her shaky hands. She noticed she stuck out like a sore thumb with how she decided to dress, her long sleeves and knee-length skirt juxtaposed with every other girl in the room.

"'M Y/N." She responded. Harry nodded, sheepish and awkward as he tried to think about something to say.

They were sitting side by side, looking out at the other people dancing to the music that echoed through the house. "What do you study?" Y/N managed to ask and cringed at the question. Was it normal to talk about school at a house party?

"Music." He nodded as Y/N tried to think up another question despite already asking one. "What about you?"

"English." She said and an awkward silence fell between them.

Harry eventually turned to look at her, lips parting at the natural beauty even just from looking at her side profile. Her hair was in waves that fell down her back and he thought her dress was pretty too. She had a tiny bump on the bridge of her nose that led to her plump, cherry red lips.

She felt his gaze on him and turned her head, catching his eyes and looking down from embarrassment. He was beautiful like a living, breathing adonis. His eyes were a sea glass green and he had chestnut brown curls on his head.

"It's a little loud in here don't you think?" Harry spoke, his voice seemed closer to her now.

Y/N looked up and looked around at the crowd of people, "Just a little." She said,

"Do you want to go upstairs?" He wondered if maybe it would be easier to get to know her in a quieter setting.

Y/N followed him upstairs, wondering whether he knew where they were going and if he knew anyone else at the party. She had only just met him and despite his awkwardness, her trust issues were too much for her to just relax around him.

He opened the door and pulled her inside, "Um...Harry?"

He nodded, already guessing what she was about to say and looking down at her, "We're in a closet." He stated.

"Yeah." She whispered, her heart racing at the close proximity.

"I don't live here." He tried to hide his embarrassment.

Suddenly, Y/N burst out laughing, the entire situation was something she didn't see coming and she couldn't help but laugh at the predicament. It wasn't too long before Harry began to laugh along with her, the both of them standing in the closet in hysterics.

When their laughter quietened down, Harry looked down at Y/N. His demeanor changed as he admired her as she bit back a smile. "Should we make out?"

Her lips parted, "U-Um-I-I've never been kissed before."

"Me neither." He murmured, he wasn't even sure why he asked, he just felt like it was something he should be doing being at a freshers party.

Y/N thought about it for a second, she gulped down her nerves and looked at his lips before looking at him again. "O-okay." She nodded.

She'd never been kissed but neither had he, so neither of them could complain it was a bad kiss. She thought it'd be better to kiss him now to get the firsts out of the way.

"Okay." He released a shaky breath and slowly leaned forward.

Y/N stood on her toes the closer he got to her, their breaths echoed around the room as their hearts raced at the same time. The tension was thick as their lips were closer to touching. It seemed strange that the first person to touch her lips was a man she had met just ten minutes ago.

Harry reached for her hand, brushing his fingers against them and feeling how soft her skin was. Her eyes fluttered shut when he felt his fingers run up her arm, a path of goosebumps arising. Her nose rubbed against his and her eyes fluttered shut when his fingertips touched her waist.

She had the urge to press a kiss to his jawline as his fingers danced across the skin on her arm, "Harry," She whispered, her head resting on his shoulder.

Everything she was feeling right now was exactly how she thought she'd feel if someone kissed her and yet their lips hadn't even touched yet.

His lips brushed against hers and eventually, she leapt up into his arms and pressed her lips to his, arms wrapping around his neck. She whimpered at the sensation of his tongue tangled with hers, her entire body felt as though it was on fire as he continued to touch her. She tugged on his hair like her hands had a mind of their own and he released a guttural groan which made her tummy flutter with excitement.

If they were to continue, she was curious to see where things would go next but her curiosity was killed when the door opened and they pulled away from each other.

"My bad." Someone chuckled and closed the door again.

Harry was breathing erratically, looking down at the floor as his mind whirred.

"I should go." Y/N was the first to talk and before he could even reply, she opened the door and left.

February 20th 2018

Harry was late for class but he was in no rush to get there. In fact, he hoped the seminar would be over by the time he got there so he didn't have to answer any questions. He hated talking in front of people.

He decided to take a longer walk to his seminar, going in a direction he had never gone before and hoped he would get lost along the way.

As he pulled out his phone to change the song he was listening to, he ended up bumping into someone else. "I-I'm sorry," He immediately crouched down and picked up the books on the floor.

"I-It's fine, don't worry about it." A delicate hand touched his as they reached for the same book.

His head perked up when he registered who the person was, the voice was the last thing he heard before he went to sleep every night. "Y/N?" He spoke before he could stop himself.

She looked up at him, he noticed she looked different to when he had first met her. The light in her eyes looked dimmer and she seemed more on edge than when he had first met her.

"Harry?" She smiled, standing up.

"It's good to see you." Flashes of their first kiss came to mind and he quickly brushed them away.

"How's the first year treating you so far?" She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"It's been... good." He was lying but he wouldn't tell her that, not when he felt the need to impress her.

"Oh I'm glad, we should-"

"Y/N!" Y/N stilled, her head turning to look past Harry's shoulder. Her sudden change in expression made him turn to see the person who had caused it.

A man stood waving his hand in the air in the distance, he looked slightly older than both Harry and Y/N. "Who's that?" Harry looked at Y/N.

"T-That's Shaun." She muttered, holding her books tightly to her chest.

"Is he your boyfriend?" He hated how the question tasted when he asked it but wanted to know.

"Yes." She said, his heart was hurting but he tried his best not to show it. "I should get going."

She walked past him but he called her name before she managed to get away, "Here," He took out a pen and wrote on the front of the page of her notepad his number, "In case you need me."

She smiled but it didn't meet her eyes, "Thank you."

He watched her as she walked away and didn't start to walk again until she walked around the corner.

He couldn't help the gut feeling that was definitely going to need his number whether she wanted it or not.

May 15th 2018

Harry had finished his last music exam and stood in his dorm room, packing his room up since his mother would be picking him up tomorrow afternoon for the summer.

He knew other people were out partying and enjoying the fact that the first year was over but he was too keen to get home. University hadn't treated him nicely and that was just the way it was for him.

He hadn't made many friends besides a few in his music class, even then he wouldn't really consider them friends, mostly just people he spoke to now and then. He hadn't been to a party since the first week of freshers nor did he really want to.

"Fuck." He murmured to himself when he could hear the vibrations of his phone ringing. He rummaged through the piles of items he had created whilst packing and eventually found his phone under a pile of clothes.

The number was unknown but he picked it up anyway.

"Hello?" He frowned, waiting for a response from the unknown caller.

"H-Harry?" He stood straight and held his breath when the voice he hadn't heard in a while was talking to him on the phone. "I-It's Y/N."

I know. That was what he wanted to say but instead waited for her to carry on speaking. He wasn't sure as to why she was calling him now since he had given her his number three months ago. He spent the first few days waiting for a call from her but was always let down.

"U-Um, I know we haven't spoken in a while b-but I really need you to come g-get me." She was on the verge of tears as she held the phone to her ear, waiting for him to say something.

Harry cleared his throat, "Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his voice as he walked to the door.

He waited for a response, "No." She sobbed, "I'm at a party outside campus on Melville Street and I don't know anyone else."

He stumbled over his belongings as he pulled his shoes on and tugged on his jacket. "Hey, don't worry. I'm on my way and I promise I'll be there in five minutes."

"O-Okay," She whimpered, "Thank you...Harry."

He ended the call and raced down the steps to the front door, running out and making his way to Melville Street where he knew all the parties were held throughout the year. He could already see a mass of people at one particular house at the end of the road and could only assume it was the house Y/N had called him from.

He pushed his way past the other students, apologising as he did so but making no effort to stop himself from getting to Y/N. He ran up the stairs and opened the door to each room, ignoring the screeching from teenagers making out and wanting him to leave.

Eventually, he got to the end of the hallway and faced a closet door. He slowly put his ear to the door and heard the sniffles and cries of someone behind it. Carefully, he pulled the door open and looked down to see Y/N, crying into her knees as she curled up into herself.

He closed the door behind him and crouched down in front of her, "Hey," He whispered, not wanting to frighten her.

She looked up, cheeks tear stained and makeup smothered which she tried to wipe away with the back of her hand. "You're here." She whimpered and wasted no time in leaping forward and wrapping her arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

This was the last thing he was expecting to happen tonight but he didn't stop from holding her tightly in an attempt to squeeze the pain out of her. Sometimes people just wanted a hug and he just so happened to be the only person who could give that to her right now.

"What happened Y/N?" He looked her in the eye and was brought back to the first time they were in a closet together. He wished he could go back to that time or at least be with her now under different circumstances.

"It's nothing." She wiped away her tears as best as she could.

"I don't think you would have called me of all people if it were nothing." He cupped the side of her cheek and noticed a bruise under her eye. His heart fell out of his chest when the worst-case scenario came to mind, "D-did Shaun do this to you?"

He didn't need an answer from her because the look on her face was clear enough to tell that he was right. Y/N began sobbing all over again, "How long Y/N?" Harry asked, firmly.

She didn't answer, "Y/N, how long?"

"Since February," She confessed in a whisper and hid herself away from him.

Harry felt an incredible urge to walk out to find Shaun and release every ounce of his rage onto him but he also knew that wouldn't do anything to help Y/N at this moment. So he took a deep breath and placed a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder.

She looked up with wide, teary eyes and tried to crack a smile, "Let's get you out of here."

She laughed breathily, "What? You don't like being in a closet with me anymore?"

He couldn't seem to find it in himself to laugh with her, "Not when you're like this Y/N."

She loved the way his voice sounded, she had been thinking about it ever since she first kissed him in the closet. Maybe that's why Shaun treated her like he did because she was lying in bed with him and dreaming about someone else.

Harry walked out of the house with Y/N under his arm, shielding her away from the party. "Do you have anyone who can pick you up from your dorm?"

Y/N looked down at her shoes, embarrassment filling her, "I-I moved in with Shaun, he didn't want me living with the other girls and he's in his second year so..."

"Fuck." Harry said, eyes wide.

"Yeah," She laughed, pitifully. "Feel free to name me an idiot for the next few hours."

Harry sighs, "I'd never call you that Y/N. Sometimes we make mistakes when we're cast out into loneliness by others."

They carried on walking in silence. Y/N wasn't sure where they were going until they got to Harry's accommodation. "We'll have to sleep here for the night."

"A-Are you sure?" Y/N was nervous, wringing her hands together.

He didn't reply as he led her upstairs to his dorm where he knew everyone else was out getting drunk. She stepped into his room and was surprised to see the piles on the floor. It was amusing and sad to see. Each pile seemed to represent a different part of him, parts she knew nothing about, and yet he was the first person she thought about calling when she was in trouble. It felt like a cruel trick, she relied heavily upon strangers to lift her up because it was easier than being seen as weak by the people she deemed most important.

"I've been packing, m' mum's picking me up tomorrow. It's a bit of a mess." He begins picking up things from the floor, underwear and pages of sheet music.

"You play guitar?" She was still standing by the door.

"A bit, piano mostly." She notices the keyboard at his desk.

"You can take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the floor." He stands, not sure how to act with a girl in the room, especially a girl he thought about before he went to sleep.

"Why can't we both sleep on the bed?" She wondered, kicking her shoes off.

"Y-Yeah," Harry gulped, "W-Whatever makes you comfortable."

Y/N and Harry sat side by side on the bed and were immediately brought back to their first interaction. Except this time they didn't have the noise of the party to fill the awkward silence.

"He didn't rape me, Harry." She whispers out of nowhere, she was crying again and he hated it.

"I never thought he did." He lied, he did think that.

"I-I'm not that desperate."

"I never said you were."

"Shaun was good to me and then... I've never been in a relationship before. I didn't know how it was supposed to go." She confessed.

"I know," He knew she needed to talk about it but he also knew she didn't particularly want to.

"Right." The sheets ruffled beside him and he looked over to see her lying on the bed with her back facing him. Her shoulders were shaking as she cried into his pillow.

Harry didn't know what to do. He wasn't good at comforting people or talking to people or being around people but he couldn't live with himself if he just sat there and watched her cry. He twisted his body and placed a hand on her shoulder. He noticed her flinch slightly but in a blink of an eye, she turned around and buried her face into his stomach, wrapping her arms around him and sobbing into his shirt.

Harry did nothing as he ran his fingers through her hair and just let her cry for the next hour.

"Harry," Y/N whispered in the dark, the both of them lying side by side flat on their backs.

"Yeah." He whispered back.

"I wish I didn't leave the first time." Her confession surprised him. He thought he was the only one who thought about their kiss daily. He often thought how they'd be today if she were to have stayed.

"Me too." He said and felt her pinkie hook around his.

They fell asleep after that.

June 20th 2018

It was summer and Harry was in Italy with his family.

"Harry! Lunch is ready." His mother called from the patio as he sat in a hammock with his guitar.

He lugged himself out of the hammock and felt a vibration in his back pocket.

Y/N: I hope you're having a good time x

He bit back a smile, feeling giddy with the fact that she had messaged him in the middle of the day even though they'd been texting on and off since the summer began.

Harry: Yeah it's been alright, too hot for my liking.

He held his breath as the dots began to appear as she typed out a reply.

Y/N: Why am I not surprised? x

Harry: I've been working on a few songs whilst I'm out here though

Y/N: I look forward to being the first to hear them x

Y/N smiled as she looked down at her phone whilst she sat in the back room on her break from working at the supermarket. He had told her once he'd never played a song before to anyone, not even his mother. She asked him if he'd ever play something to her and he immediately replied with three letters. 'Yes'.

Y/N worked for the rest of the day and finished her shift at three thirty. She had to pick up a few things before she went back to her house where she was living with her mother and grandmother.

She went to check the time on her phone but ended up seeing a message from Harry.

A gasp escaped her lips when she noticed it was a voice note. It was a long time since she had heard Harry's voice.

She reached into her bag for her headphones and pulled out the tangled mess. Suddenly a crackling sound and the heavy rain pouring in the background began to play. She waited until she could hear the gentle strum of a guitar and Harry's voice flooding her ears as he began to sing.

There was something so comforting about his voice and a part of her felt ignited by the pure vulnerability in his voice as he sang. "Sorry, okay bye." He mumbled at the end of the voice note.

She laughed and immediately began to type out a message.

Y/N: It's beautiful.

Harry: I miss you Y/N.

Her heart stuttered from the simple text message.

Y/N: I miss you too Harry.

July 20th 2018

"Here let me take that for you." Harry grabbed her bag and slung it over his shoulder, "I'll show you up to your room.”

"It's...big." Y/N looked at the home Harry had in Italy with his family.

He chuckled, "You could say that."

He was in awe that she was here with him in Italy. He had invited her out when she told him she'd never been abroad before despite having a passport. After asking his mother, he bought her a cheap flight over to the Amalfi Coast and set up the guest bedroom, buying her candles and things from the nearest grocery shop.

"Do you love her?" Anne smirked whilst she stood at the door with her arms crossed, watching her son put face masks into what would be Y/N's bathroom drawer.

"No," He shakes his head. "No, I don't."

"Okay." She said but wasn't assured by his answer.

Harry placed her bags on the double bed and gave her time to take in the house. "Is your mum home?" She wondered.

"No, she and Astrid went to the market," Harry said.

"I can see the sea." She looked past him, out the window.

"That's funny, since you arrived all I can see is you." He whispers, looking into her eyes. She didn't have to tell him she agreed because he already knew.

Things between them had changed over the last month and they both knew it. Since Harry sent the song over to her, things between them were different. They spent the majority of their nights sleeping late and having deep conversations over the phone. Harry now knew more about her than anyone ever did and she knew even more about him.

They hadn't kissed since the night they first met and Harry would be lying if he said he didn't think about it still.

"Harry, come down and help us with the groceries!" His mother called from the kitchen.

Y/N followed Harry down the steps where his mother and sister were. "Harry!" Astrid squealed, the six year old leaping into his arms.

"Hey, Astrid." He smiles, putting her down afterwards and walking over to his mother.

"Oh goodness, you must be Y/N! Harry has told us so much about you." Anne grins and goes over to hug Y/N.

"It's nice to meet you," Y/N spoke, shyly.

"Hi," Astrid grinned, one of her teeth missing.

"Hi Astrid, it's nice to meet you." Y/N grinned.

"You're pretty." Astrid hides behind Harry as she speaks.

Harry and Anne laugh, "Why don't you take Y/N down to our beach? It's a wonderful day outside."

"Sure," Harry nodded, putting the milk in the fridge.

Harry led Y/N back to her room so she could get dressed into her bathing suit. "You don't have to come with us if you don't want to. You're probably tired."

"Do you want me to come with you?" Y/N asked, pulling out her swimsuit from her backpack.

"I want you to be everywhere." He smiles softly.

She bites back a grin, "Give me a second."

Harry walks back in once he puts his swim shorts on and halts his movements when he notices Y/N standing in front of the mirror putting suncream on. Her hair was tied back and she had removed her makeup from her face. She was wearing a black, one piece swimming costume. He could see the curve of her hips and her breasts and watched as she applied sun cream to her bare arms and legs. He didn't want to stare too long but he couldn't help but revel in the beauty of her.

"I'm ready." She smiles, covering her body with a towel.

"Cool." Harry gulps.

. . .

"It's cold." Y/N shivers when she walks further into the ocean.

"It feels good." Harry smiles, walking out into the sea.

They stood facing each other in the middle of the ocean. "Your family seems nice,"

"They're alright," He couldn't stop looking at her.

I really want to kiss you right now. He thought but tried to contain himself.

"Have you written any more songs?" She asks.

"A few, I was inspired you could say."

"By who?" She wonders.

Before he could reply, a wave knocked into them both. Y/N lost her balance and slipped underwater but Harry just managed to grab her waist and hold her before she was able to drift away.

They both started laughing, Harry's hands were on her waist the entire time as they smiled at each other.

"Are you going to kiss me?" Y/N wonders, Harry's breath catching in his throat, "At the party you had the same look in your eye when we were in the closet."

"Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks.

"I always want you to kiss me, Harry." She says.

He scoffs, smiling, "You can't say that you know."

"Why not?" She bites her lip.

"Because then I'll just have to kiss you all the time."

"I always want you to kiss me, Harry." She whispers again this time in his ear, arms around his neck and legs around his waist.

Harry shakily exhaled and leaned his head forward. He had thought of this moment for months since the first time they met and he didn't think it would happen for a while. Y/N had told him all the things Shaun had done to her during their short relationship and he knew it would affect her for a while once they had broken up.

She kissed his shoulder, the saltiness of the water on the tip of her tongue, before she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.

Harry whimpered like he had been in desperate need of her this whole time and he was finally getting what he wanted. His hands were everywhere as he tried to hold her in the ocean, she pushed his wet hair back and cupped his cheeks.

"Y/N," He whispered over and over again, "I'd never be like him, I hope you know that."

She said nothing, just smiled and kissed him again and again and again and again.

August 3rd 2018

"Do you think I'm a good writer?" Y/N asked, her bare chest pressed against Harry's as she finally caught her breath from opening up to him in a way only he was allowed to see.

"I think you're a wonderful writer." He hums, releasing her hair from her messy ponytail so he could massage her scalp with his fingertips.

"Really?" She smiled up at him, he felt a tight feeling in his stomach at the sight of it.

"Yes." He kissed her sweaty forehead.

"I think you'd be a good musician." She played with his fingers.

"Thank you." He wasn't sure what to say besides that. He knew she had faith in him, sometimes too much.

"Harry," She started. She moved to sit up, she was naked and slouched over but it didn't phase him one bit, he liked seeing her naked, it was possibly one of his favourite things. "Y' know you're my best friend right?"

"I know that," He nods. "You tell me every day."

"I think I might be in love with you." She confesses, a sigh of relief escaping her.

"I know I'm in love with you." He admits, he'd never told anyone he loved them besides his mother and sister but with Y/N it felt different. He felt as though he was opening a part of himself that had always been locked and only she knew how to open it.

"So we love each other?" She crawls over to him, falling beside him and lying on her back, her head lolling to the side to look at him.

His hand goes to her tummy and he rubs his thumb up and down, "We love each other." His hand slowly creeps lower.

"Can we have sex again?" She asks, biting her lip.

He loved the way her cheeks flushed when she spoke about doing intimate things with her. Her eyes would turn a darker shade and the hairs on her arms would stand on end.

"Y'never have to ask." He murmured and kissed her everywhere.

January 30th 2022

Harry and Y/N moved in together when they graduated. It was an easy decision and they didn't regret it one bit.

"Morning baby," Harry hummed, kissing her shoulder and handing her a mug of coffee. She was wearing a shawl and a lace bra with his boxer shorts and he made sure to take a mental picture of her right this moment.

"Morning handsome." She whispered, tired and achy from being at her computer for a second day in a row.

Y/N was a writer or at least trying to be one. She was currently signed to a literary agent and was attempting to get a book published. She'd been spending the last few days going through the edits she'd been sent from her first draft.

He placed two hands on her shoulders and rubbed his thumbs into them, massaging her shoulders and easing some of the tension. "I'm going to the studio today, wrote a few songs last night."

"You did?" She grinned, her head turning to look up at him, "Will I get to hear them first?"

"You know you will. You always get to listen to them first you know that." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her.

He rubbed his thumbs under her tired eyes as he cupped her cheeks, "Get some sleep darling, please."

"Can I have a kiss first?" She pouts, her eyes gazing up at him.

He snickered and kissed her the same way he did when he first met her, leaving her in a daze as he left her in the kitchen and walked out of the house to get to the studio.

"I think I want to marry her," Harry spoke aloud, his friend Mitch turning to him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want to marry her."

"Good for you, man. She's good for you." He gives him a friendly pat on the back.

Harry drove home with a memory stick sitting in the passenger seat of his car. He also had an engagement ring in his back pocket that he picked up on his way home. It was cheap and fake, costing him just thirty pounds, but he planned on buying her a new one when he sold some of his demos to other artists.

When he walked through the door, he noticed Y/N was no longer at her computer. He walked into the lounge and saw her passed out on the sofa, a loaf of bread was on the coffee table with a tub of butter and a knife stuck into it.

He sat down beside her, and she stirred. "Hi baby," He stroked her hair out of her face.

"You're home." She hummed, grabbing his hand and holding it to her chest with her eyes still shut.

"Come to bed, my love." He keeps his voice down when he speaks to her.

"But I want to hear your music." Sleep weighed heavy in her voice.

"Y' can hear it tomorrow darling, let's go to bed." He picks her up and cradles her in his arms as he carries her up the stairs.

"Love you," She whispers as he lays her in bed and covers her in the blanket.

"Love you too." He grins, lazily and crawls into bed next to her, holding her tightly.

September 16th 2024

He's never felt pain like this.

"Where is she?" He gripped onto her mother's shoulders, looking at her with pleading eyes.

He had rushed to the hospital, cancelling his show last minute since he was touring with the band he had written songs for. They invited him at the last minute to be the opening act for their show and he accepted despite his homesickness and desire to stay with Y/N.

"Mr Styles?" A nurse approaches with a doctor beside her.

"Is she okay? What's going on?" He was tired before he got the phone call but now he was wide awake and wasn't planning on getting sleep anytime soon.

"Mr Styles, we're going to need you to take a seat." The Doctor places a hand on his shoulder but he brushes it off, growing frustrated.

"Please, just tell me what's going on."

A sigh leaves the doctor's lips, "Miss Y/L/N has had to have emergency brain surgery."

"W-What?" He froze, unsure how to process it all.

"We found a tumour in her brain that we've had to remove, the cancer is still there but-"

He blocked out the doctor's words after that, all he seemed to hear were the words 'surgery' and 'cancer'. Y/N had cancer.

"C-Can I see her?" He had tears rolling down his cheeks.

"She's asleep but you can go in and see her." The Doctor nods and turns to the nurse, giving her instructions.

Everything blurred and moved in slow motion as he walked down the corridors to Y/N's room. He couldn't believe what was happening and whether or not it was real but the pain coursing through him was enough to tell him that his life had taken a turn for the worst.

"We'll leave you alone." The nurse nods.

Harry saw Y/N lying in the hospital bed with wires coming out of her and a bandage wrapped around her head.

"No baby." He shook his head, "No, no, no." He walked forward and fell to his knees in front of her.

He gripped her hand and squeezed tight, sobbing as he tried to think up ways to help her, to trade places, to take all the pain she was feeling and consume it himself.

"You'll be fine," He whispered, kissing her cheek, "You'll be okay." All the while twisting the cheap engagement ring he had given to her before he left to tour.

It wasn't the most extravagant engagement but it was perfect for them. Harry had taken Y/N camping for the first time but they soon realised they both hated it. It didn't help that it was pouring with rain and the tent had a hole in it.

So, they ditched the tent and bought a cheap motel room. They had dinner at a restaurant opposite the petrol station where the food wasn't too good but they had to beat soft serve ice cream.

Harry asked the question after they had sex in their motel room. A tangled, sweaty mess and in a haze, he just blurted out the question to which she immediately said yes and broke down crying because she loved him so much.

Later on, Y/N woke up in the evening with Harry sitting awake beside her.

"H-Harry," She mumbled, her eyes fluttering open and close. She was very tired.

"Hey darling," He crouched down in front of her so he was eye level with her, "M right here."

His voice always soothed her, since the very first day they met, "I'm sick aren't I?" She tears up.

He slowly nods his head, "But you'll get better."

She wasn't so sure.

December 1st 2024

"Can we go to Italy to get married?" Y/N asked, sitting at the windowsill with a book. She was wearing a headscarf over her hairless head as the sun shone through the window.

Harry thought she looked beautiful.

"I thought you wanted to get married here at home?" He wondered, they both wanted something simple so planned their wedding reception to be at their house in the back garden.

She placed her book down and stood up on shaky legs. She was getting thinner the more they did chemotherapy, sometimes she could barely hold her head up from exhaustion but she was fighting her way through it all.

She climbed onto Harry's lap who was sitting at the table writing music. "I want to go to Italy for Christmas and get married."

Harry chuckles, "I don't think people will be happy if we do all that last minute, it'll cost a lot too."

She shakes her head, a cheeky grin on her face, "I just want it to be us two."

He thought about it. He knew how much their families meant to the both of them and how important it was for them to be there but he couldn't lie if he said the thought didn't tempt him.

"What about our parents?" He asked.

"Well I assume they'd be upset for a while but they'll get over it. We can have a party in the back garden just like we originally planned." She snaked her arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder, he could tell she was getting tired.

"When would you want to leave for Italy?" He wonders and she knew she had persuaded him.

"Tomorrow."

December 3rd 2024

They got married where they kissed on the beach.

Y/N was rushed to the hospital in the evening.

May 22nd 2025

Harry was alone.

He stood in front of the mirror adjusting his tie and tried his best not to get emotional.

He hadn't seen her in a while but he hoped she was giving him some reassurance wherever she was.

"My boy," Anne walked in, wearing a sleek dress, "You look so handsome."

She adjusted the lapels of his suit and cupped his cheeks, a bittersweet look on her face, "They're waiting for you."

He nodded, glanced one last time at the mirror and exhaled.

People were already standing in the pews of the church, some were already crying as he walked to the end of the aisle. He turned around and took a heavy breath, his hands shaky.

"You've got this," Mitch whispered, reassuringly.

Suddenly everyone stood up as the music began to play, waiting for the love of his life to turn the corner.

Y/N beat cancer on Harry's birthday this year.

He cried tears of joy and they celebrated by ordering two ice cream cakes and eating them both with just two spoons and Mamma Mia playing in the background.

They decided they wanted to get married again with a proper ceremony since their wedding in Italy was slightly tainted by the fact she had to go to hospital. Their mothers were also adamant they had another wedding they could actually attend.

He held his breath when she walked out in a beautiful, white dress. It was a tight fitted, mermaid dress with an open back. She was adamant about having a tight fitted dress so she could see how bloated her belly got with the buffet they had for the reception. With the chemo, she couldn't stomach a lot of food but now all she wanted to do was eat and Harry loved it.

His eyes began to water as she walked down the aisle on her own. She didn't want anyone to walk her down the aisle because she didn't like the idea of someone giving her away. No one was giving her away because she had always been Harry's right from the beginning.

"You may now kiss the bride!" Everyone cheered as the Officiant announced it.

Y/N leaned forward and smiled, tears down her face, "Should we make out?" She whispered.

"Most definitely." Harry smiled and it was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

October 1st 2027

Welcome to the world, little Matilda.

You came into this world with sun beams coming out of you and we haven't seen the rain since.

Your mother is currently asleep and I haven't got the heart to wake her up. She never ceases to amaze me with how strong she is and I've promised her months of rest since all you seemed to do was wake her up in the night with your tiny toes and little fingers pressing against her belly.

I've loved your mother for ten whole years now and it just adds to your perfection that you were born on the day we met.

On the day we met, I was awkward and shy and hated people which makes no sense since we were at a party. I had no intention of meeting your mother but she was there and I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

Don't worry Matilda, you are half your mother and will be just as pretty as she is.

She was my first kiss, the first person I opened up to and the only person I wanted to spend my life with.

Except now we have you and my world before these ten years seems non-existent.

I love you Matilda and no matter how much I say I love you, I will always love you more than that.

You have my green eyes and your mother's little nose. I can already tell you have the imagination of your mother because you were grabbing at my fingers last night and making noises with a smile on your face.

I promise to raise you with as much love as I have given your mother and I know your mother will love as hard as she loves me. Our house will be filled with nothing but love for you Matilda and I hope you hold onto that and carry it with you wherever you go.

You will always be the light in our lives from now on my sweet Matilda.

"Is she awake?" Y/N murmurs, eyes still shut.

"No, she's sleeping." Harry looks down at the little girl in his arms.

"I can't believe we made her Harry." She smiles, cheeks pink, reminding him of the time they first met.

It did amaze him how the person they created together was a product of their love. He didn't really think it possible to hold love in his hands until he held Matilda for the first time.

"I love you, Harry." She whispers, holding his hand.

"I love you too." He sighs, feeling utter bliss.

He would do it all again, he thought, the ups and downs and in-betweens, he'd do it all.

Everything with you.

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y/n is harry's best friend and she'd never received a valentine's present like this one before.

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Just as she finished patting in her skincare for the night, (Y/N)'s phone vibrated for where she had it plugged in, in her bedroom. There was only one person that would be calling her this late at night.

Dismissing the products she had scattered on her bathroom counter, she rushed back into her room. Upon the screen was a blurry, distorted picture of her best friend with his hair on top of his head in different spikes, thanks for a heaping of sticky hair gel and free time during a snowstorm. His name was plastered across the top, the peapod emoji right next to it. She didn't hesitate before she answered the call.

"Harry?" she sang after pressing her phone to her ear.

"Hey, are you busy?"

"I'm just getting ready for bed. Why?"

"Can I FaceTime you?"

She barely had time to give a yes before the call switched to a FaceTime in her hand, her screen lighting up a beat later. In front of her was the top half of his face, revealing only his eyes and up. His hair was pulled back with a claw clip, the angle showing off the length of his lashes and the furrow of his brow.

(Y/N) could see herself in the small box in the corner of the screen, showing off a rather similar angle to what he was giving, though she thought hers was much less flattering somehow.

"Hello?"

The furrow in her best friend's brow decreased at the sound of her voice, giving away the smile that was spreading across his lips even if she couldn't see it on screen.

"Can y'see me?" he asked, his voice sounding muffled and far away.

"Yes, but I can barely hear you. Are you covering your speakers?"

Her world went askew as Harry shuffled his phone in his hand, his mouth set in a comical frown for a glimpse before he righted his grip and was back with the half view of his face. "Sorry, can y'hear me now?"

She hummed a confirmation, smiling to the camera. "What did you want to show me?"

Harry's cheeks lifted, giving away the hint of a dimple in the corner of the frame. "I have new samples."

A gasp fell from (Y/N) lips, excitement filling her. "For the collection?! Or different ones?"

"For the collection."

Her excitement only rose at the new information. "Let me see!" she bubbled, eagerly curling up on her bed, ready to spend the next hour poring over the new development with Harry.

After a small struggle and a lagging view of Harry's face, the camera suddenly turned to show a view of prototype nail polish bottles and first prints of shimmery nail stickers laid out on his black bedding.

Even in the low light of his room, (Y/N) could see flecks of glitter in a few of the polishes, the stickers glimmering in the shapes of hearts and flowers. The colors themselves ranged from quiet pastels to vivid brights, some left creamy, others containing barely-there shimmers, and the remainders boasting chunky bright glitters. The collection was large, containing two sets of polishes: one set was full of delicate pastels ranging in the pink family, with the other championing rich, clinging colors. The first iterations of the polish packaging came with the iconic spheres on the tops of the bottles, though this collection featured watercolor petals draped over the shape, leaving the illusion of flowers encased in the bottle all in the same color as the polish inside.

"What do you think?"

(Y/N) was sure he could see the wide set to her eyes, the way she was practically fawning over them already. "H, I love it! This is for the Valentine's collection, right?"

"Something like that, yeah," he answered, his smile evident in his voice, "I figured y'liked the pink ones."

"I do," she chirped, bringing her phone closer as if she could gain a clearer look of each shade that way. "Put your phone closer, I want to see the colors and the stickers better."

Harry did just that without hesitation, bringing his phone to his bed, though he went a step further and picked up the stickers to show off in front of the camera.

Gasping, (Y/N)'s brows bounced over her eyes when she took in the sticker sheet.

"Harry."

"What?"

"Are those bows?!"

He only laughed.

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"Goodnight, (Y/N). I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Talk to you tomorrow, H," (Y/N) yawned, unabashedly showing off a downturned angle of the moment while Harry watched on. "Let me know if you want to get dinner later this week. Love you."

His heart squeezed in his chest at her casual declaration. "Love you, too."

With that, the video of her sleepy face disappeared, showing only the simple photo he had saved to his lockscreen. Harry's gaze lingered on the empty space for a heartbeat, just a split second away from calling her back despite the late hour and the fact she'd been half asleep before he'd suggested she head to bed. He forced himself to lock his phone and set it on his bedside table, keeping it out of sight and hopefully out of mind.

Still spread out on his bed, where he had sprawled out his limbs and grew comfortable amongst the bedding, were the new Pleasing products he had been so eager to show off. Everything was still in the test package, nothing completely finalized or one hundred percent polished just yet, but he'd been too excited. He'd shared the concept with (Y/N) ages ago, right after he'd made it out of a meeting with Harry Lambert and Molly, unable to keep the secret under wraps—especially when he found his own inspiration for the collection.

(Y/N).

It had been Molly's idea to unveil a Valentine's themed collection after the small set of apparel that would be released around his birthday, hoping to tap into another facet of him that was so beloved to the public. She had in mind something that would commemorate the love songs he was so famous for; the kind of sweetheart, love-sick energy that he often utilized to make his most memorable lyrics and showcased on stage.

As she had gone on, sharing what kind of feeling she wanted to invoke for the season's rollout, Harry was only thinking of his own inspiration.

It was the same thing that inspired his music, his attitude, his want to improve and be more and more than he started as.

His best friend.

He saw his own idea for the collection coming in flashes of her favorite colors, the shade of the dress she wore to his birthday party, the hue of her eyes, the colors that falling in love with her made him see in the world. He could see her with her fingernails proudly painted in his brand, the way she always did when Pleasing made something new just so she could support him. There were already prototypes of new apparel, manicure stickers, and campaign designs forming in his head.

Harry had come away from that meeting with plenty of ideas to think on, and lyrics forming that he hoped he wouldn't forget before he had a chance to write them down.

Months later, he had enough ideas for more than one micro-collection. Each one had been passed by Molly and Harry Lambert—both being excited and surprised that there was so much to be used and saved for later collections—leaving with a duo of aesthetics they planned on basing the campaign around.

That was what he had shown (Y/N) tonight, and was now spread across his bedspread as he tried to calm down his winding heart after their late night call. He kept seeing her face when she spotted the romantic set that was directly inspired by her, the way her eyes lit up when she took in the shades of pink and the shimmery accents. That had been the kind of reaction he had been hoping for when he received the initial samples.

Collecting each piece, he took his time pulling each bottle, rolling them in his hands with bubbles floating through the polish. He wondered if (Y/N) would catch the connections when he revealed the names to her. He wondered if she would know that he named this shimmery soft pink Woman with her in mind, including inspiration from a song he penned that now was soaked in her memory. The buttery yellow with golden reflects dubbed Home, would she know that was based on the golden dress she wore the first time she saw him on tour? The rich, creamy red he'd called Feast, he hoped she'd see the lipstick she wore the first time they met in the shade.

He lingered over the bottles, all eight shades invoking a specific memory that went into the creation. Carefully replacing them in the drawer with the rest of his Pleasing pieces, ensuring nothing clinked together too hard with the sticker bundle staying together, he allowed himself a moment with the full collection under the bright light of his bathroom. It was near perfect, seeing it all together. All that was left to sample was the apparel that had been drafted up a few weeks prior with Harry Lambert's guidance, and the extra accessories they were debating on adding in the collection.

He had a feeling (Y/N) would fight to take the samples from him. The idea had a small smile spreading on his lips by the time he was flicking his bathroom light off and padding back to his room.

By the time Harry bundled himself in his bedding, his phone settled away in his bedside table, he shuttered his eyes though he could still see the ghost of (Y/N)'s excited face on the inside of his eyelids. Just as much as he hoped she would notice the names of the polishes, catch the fact that the stickers were an ode to her, the apparel made with her form in mind, scents formulated to sweep over her skin, he feared she wouldn't notice in the same way she'd never noticed him in the way he wanted.

Did she remember the yellow dress she wore to the first live show she could make it to? (Y/N) barely ever wore lipstick these days, did she even have that tube of red anymore? Did she ever listen to Woman and hear the words he was too scared to say to her every time she introduced him to a new boyfriend?

The idea needled at the center of his chest just as it always had when he was reminded that he was years into an infatuation that had no sign of ending either from sweet reciprocation or his heart moving on.

Nonetheless, he thought, grasping at positivity as always, he was going to revel in the reactions she gave him as if it were for himself. Those delicate compliments and the joyous excitement, he would hold tight as if they were for who he was and not something that he made.

And, probably try to convince her to be a part of the product shoot.

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i'm here !! 🍣🍣

(Y/N) pocketed her phone as she approached the small gate surrounding Harry's home, the concrete divider and plethora of greenery giving privacy to the space. The bag of takeaway sushi hung at her side, the hood of her coat lifted over her head in case there was anyone around hoping to spot a glimpse of Harry's personal life and spin whatever tale.

She didn't have to check if her text went through, having to wait only a moment before she heard him make his way from his front door and going through the protective greenery. "(Y/N)," he sang through the trees, the syllables of her name sifting through the plants.

"Harry," she reciprocated, a smile spreading across her lips at the familiar greeting.

Swinging open the gate, Harry welcomed her in with his hair held back in a familiar flower clip and dimples thumbed into his cheeks. She quickly stepped over the threshold, heading towards his porch while he locked the gate behind her. Only a beat after the click of the lock sounded, he fell into step beside her, hooking an arm around her shoulders.

"Hi," he smiled, dimples clear on his cheeks as he gazed down at her.

"Hi," she answered, her own features curling and softening. Feeling his eyes on her face, she took on the responsibility of guiding them towards the front door without stumbling through his garden. "Sorry I'm late. The sushi place was packed for some reason today."

"Yeah?" he sounded, voice decidedly softer than just a beat before, "'M sorry. I would have gone if I'd known it would be that busy."

"It's alright," she told him, leading them through his front door to which he dropped his arm from around her to instead shut and lock the door, "I just figured it wouldn't be so bad since they just opened, but everyone else probably had the same idea."

Placing the takeaway bag on the coffee table, (Y/N) shed her jacket and the knitted beanie covering her head. She had another question on her lips as she turned to face Harry once more, though that line died once she took in his outfit for the day.

"What are you wearing?"

A small smile spread over his lips at her words though he didn't offer his own response.

His legs were covered in athletic joggers, the same heather green ones he always seems to be wearing lately, but that wasn't what caught her attention. Draped over his torso was a delicately pink crewneck, thick and warm, with Pleasing scripted across the center of the chest in a mauve shimmer.

"That's new, isn't it?" she prodded, stepping towards him with her eyes on the shimmering puff print on the crewneck. He had mentioned something about adding apparel to the polish collection she'd been shown last week, but he didn't offer any specific details.

"Maybe," he teased, "Do you like it?"

Reaching his arms out, he let her see the full piece, including the glittery stitching that ran through the garment and drew her eyes along his form. She stepped towards him, running a finger along the seam at the cuff of the sleeve.

"I love it," she smiled, "I didn't know you were making these."

"I know—I wanted it to be a surprise," he told her, his arm flexing under her fingertip before dropping back to his side with his hands sliding into his pockets, "I know you've been wanting a pink one since the first set came out, so I thought it was finally time."

"For Valentine's Day?" she bubbled, thinking back to the samples he'd shown off to her the week before.

Something flashed over his eyes as they dropped from hers, taking in the rest of her features. "Something like that, yeah."

"Do you have any more?" Before he even answered, she couldn't help herself but to start edging towards the stairs bordering the wall behind her.

A plume of laughter fell from Harry's lips, catching her with his palm landing on her arms before she could scurry away. "No," he drawled as he pulled her back towards him, "But, you can have this one if y'want."

"Are you sure?" she asked, eyes wide as she fixed her gaze on him, hands on his chest over the puff print of the lettering. "I don't want to take it if this is the only one you're testing right now."

Harry shrugged her off, his hands on her arms sliding down in a lingering drag before they finally fell back to his sides. "'S alright. No one knows yet, anyway."

Tucking her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) dropped her gaze from his to peruse over the glimmering neckline of the crewneck. "I don't want you to get it in trouble, though, if you give it away."

He scrunched his features, shaking his head as if what she said was completely incredulous. "(Y/N), I made it for you."

His words were cemented as he began pulling the piece off completely, leaving him in only the vintage shirt he'd had on underneath, the print faded and unfamiliar. He shoved the garment in her arms, a waft of his scent enveloping her.

(Y/N) hesitated for long enough that Harry had to have noticed, prompting him to set a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Really, lovie. 'S alright. I don't want y'to have to wait to get your own."

Relenting, she fell into his chest, Harry wrapping his arms around her with a laugh rumbling his chest under her cheek. "Thanks, H. I promise I won't wear it out or anything until you announce it, though."

She could feel him smile when he buried his nose into her hair, his arms pulsing around her a snug embrace.

For a brief moment, (Y/N) let her eyes close as she sunk into his arms. The fragrance of his washing detergent and the lingering scent of his cologne that had sunk into every fiber of his home washed over her. There were times she could see her friendship with Harry moving into territory she'd been too fearful to even explore in her imagination, but feeling his embrace and the words I made it for you ringing in her ears, she could be coaxed to imagine a lot of things with him.

Before she could run too far away in her head, she drew away with a bright smile, hoping he didn't catch the warmth under her skin.

"We need to eat before our soup gets cold," she told him, stepping towards the couch with her new crewneck in her arms.

Harry followed after her, becoming a warm shadow as he took his seat next to her. It wasn't until all of the containers were distributed out from the bag, and (Y/N)'s new sweatshirt was folded carefully at her side that he peeked at her from where he was stirring his miso soup.

"I do have one condition with the crewneck," he murmured, taking a spoonful of tofu and seaweed. (Y/N), her own mouth full with a wonton, raised her brow in response. Taking his time to swallow, his words hanging in the air for a beat, Harry finally followed up with, "We might need an extra model for the Valentine's campaign."

"Okay," (Y/N) mumbled, a furrow pinching at her brows. "Do you need me to ask someone? I think I still have a couple of numbers of some of the people from your music videos if you want me to reach out."

A sheepish smile touched at the corners of Harry's lips. "No, I mean... Would you want to be a model? The shoots in a few weeks, so."

Pushing her chopsticks against the wontons floating in her soup, (Y/N) wasn't sure how to respond. "H, you know I'm not a model or anything—like, you remember that, right?"

He laughed at her remark. "Yes, I remember. This one's going to be really special, though, and a lot of fun. I want you to be in it—if you're comfortable."

She mulled over his words, rolling the short I want you around her head. "And this is a condition of taking the crewneck home with me today?"

A single dimple touched his cheek. "Something like that," he tilted his head, stirring his miso soup into a slow vortex, "I am doing you a favor, aren't I?"

She nudged his shoulder with her own, rolling her eyes. "You said it was made for me, how is it a favor to give it to me?" she teased, only shaking her head when he laughed at her.

A beat passed before Harry returned his eyes to her, his features softened and warm. "Really, it would mean a lot to me if y'were a part of this shoot. At least think about it?"

"I can do that," she compromised, seeing her best friend in front of her even if his words touched a separate part of her shoved into a box in the back of her mind, "I'll think about it, and let you know."

It was the way that his smile bloomed across his features, something bright unfurling in his eyes that (Y/N) was sure she already had her decision pocketed away.

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As Molly stood in front of the slew of models and talent sitting in wait for the day, Harry stood behind her as if to read the agenda in her hands even if all he really did was sweep his eyes towards (Y/N) standing at the end of the line.

"First up is the pink side of the campaign," Molly read off, presenting the information with a smile while others ran around behind her setting up for the double shoot that would be happening, "Nail techs will be coming around to make sure everyone has something on their nails—remember which group you're in so we get the correct colors on your nails. Hair and makeup will follow afterwards..."

There was more Molly was saying, the outline of the day being extra exhausting given there were two different aesthetics being achieved today, but Harry was much more focused on the extra model at the shoot.

Truly, he hadn't thought (Y/N) would accept. He knew it was much for her to be in front of a camera like this, seeing as his own need for privacy definitely had rubbed off on her, so he hadn't been surprised that she had lagged on her response for a week. It was when she had called asking about details of the shoot, wanting to know about the times and location, and just how long they would be needed on set, all followed up with a chirped I'll be there! that had surprised him. It wasn't until that call that he planned on being on set all day, having previously only meant to pop by for a few hours before leaving everyone to get the real work done without him being in the way. That was how he ended up here right at eight a.m., hair back in a pink flower clip (another accessory for the collection), and his eyes searching for (Y/N).

"Okay, everyone go pick a station and someone from hair and makeup will come help as soon as they can!" Molly dismissed everyone with a smile before turning on her heel and looking around for Harry Lambert.

Harry stood back with the sets coming together behind him as he watched the line of models scatter towards the lit up tables. There was only one that strayed behind, hands in a bundle at her waist with her wide eyes immediately fixing to him. He didn't hesitate before he stepped towards (Y/N), reaching out to her until his arm was slung over her shoulders.

"Y'alright?" he murmured to her, voice low compared to the bustle happening around the set.

"Yeah," she sighed, scanning her gaze along for the last open station, "It's just weird being on set like this when I'm not just here to watch. I don't want to mess anything up."

He shrugged his shoulders, his arm scrunching around her as he tipped his head. "You're probably going to, but 'm sure Molly or someone will be able to fix it."

It wasn't until she looked up at him with her mouth a gape and an accusatory light in her eyes that he broke with his laughter. His shrug became a comforting hug as he held her to his side. "'M kidding, lovie. You're going to be jus' fine—we're gonna take care of you, don't worry."

Harry pulled out the chair to the vanity for her, catching her reflection in the mirror. There was a part of him that, while he watched her, wanted to grab a camera and get his own shots for the campaign. There was nothing more romantic—in the Valentine's spirit—than the quiet moments with a partner; the moments that made it clear they were a team.

He was tugged out of his head when he heard her speak up. "Are you going to be hanging around for the shoot today then? Or are you going home soon?"

"I'll be here all day," he decided then, setting his hands on the back of her chair as they met eyes in the mirror.

Her gaze brightened, seemingly reflecting back the lights ringing the mirror. "Are you going to be in any of the pictures?"

It was the bubbling of her voice, the way she beamed at him that had his own lips curling into a small smile. "Maybe."

It wouldn't be hard to convince his team to let him sneak in a couple of shots. His nails were already done up anyway.

Before (Y/N) could say much more, one of the three nail techs flittered to her station. Familiar bottles of polish were tucked away in her apron, the pink bottles being placed out on the vanity as she offered (Y/N) a bright smile.

"Hi," she greeted, eyes landing on Harry for a split second before bouncing away just as quickly. "I'm Mari, I'll be doing your nails this morning. How are you?"

"I'm (Y/N). I'm doing good, thank you," she chirped, her voice decidedly higher and sweeter than when she had been speaking with Harry a moment before. He nudged her shoulder just a bit, a silent tease. "How are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you for asking," Mari said, carefully looking at Harry through the fan of her lashes, "And you, Mr. Styles?"

"I'm good, thank you," he offered, his voice low with a pleasant smile given to Mari. He could spot the small ticks that gave away just how aware she was of him, he didn't want to make her any more nervous. "I appreciate your help today, Mari. I've seen some of your work, and 'm really excited to see what you can do for us."

Mari's tan cheeks heated with a small blush bubbling underneath, faint under her skin. "Of course. Thank you for the opportunity—really."

Harry's smile only spread wider when he felt (Y/N) nudge against his hand, her own quiet tease over his dazzling interaction.

Before she could fluster much more, with all of her supplies spread out on the vanity table, Mari concentrated on (Y/N) once more. "Do you remember which group you were in today, (Y/N)?"

"I'm actually in both groups today, but I think I'm a part of the pink shoot first," (Y/N) smiled, tilting her chin upwards to peek at Harry upside down, "Right?"

"Right," Harry affirmed. It was a lot he was putting on her plate, being in both sides of the campaign, he knew that. But, just as he had told her when he laid out the details, it meant a lot to him to see her in both aesthetics. She was the face of the collection in his mind, he couldn't imagine her not pictured in every iteration.

"Long day," Mari muttered, her features school back into a pleasant expression. She plucked her fingers through the bottles, skating over the set of pink varnishes first. "Do you have a preference for what color we use today?"

At this, (Y/N) looked to Harry once more. "Do you? I'm okay with any of them, but is there something you want me to have for the pictures, or anything?"

Instinctively, Harry looked to the creamy baby pink shade embedded with opal flecks. He nodded towards the bottle, "That one if that's alright."

"This one?" Mari clarified, picking up the bottle he had in mind.

"Yes, please," Harry smiled, looking towards (Y/N) with his raised brows to which she gave him a small giddy nod. "And some of the stickers if y'have them."

A quiet gasp left (Y/N)'s lips. He knew she would like that detail.

"Sounds perfect," Mari bleated, asking for one of (Y/N)'s hands before she started prepping for the manicure.

With her on hand free, (Y/N) reached for the opal polish to be painted over her fingers. "Do you mind if I look?"

"Go for it," Mari smiled, concentrating on the alcohol wipe she was swiping over (Y/N)'s nail beds.

Rolling the bottle around her hand, (Y/N) smiled up at Harry. "Is this the final bottle?"

"Mhm," he hummed, a sense of pride touching at the center of his chest, "We changed a couple of things from when I last showed you, but this is it."

He watched her admire the polish, tipping the bottle to and fro as she watched the color inside bubble and shift. The glitters shown in the light, going undetected until catching a ray and sparkling a vivid pink. When he saw her tilt the bottle to catch the name stickered to the bottom, he couldn't help the pulse his hands gave to the back of her chair.

Would she notice? Was the connecting line thick enough to spot?

Labeled on the bottom of the bottle was the word lovie printed in white ink on the black sticker.

"Hey," (Y/N) called, her voice lilting, "That's me!"

She pulled the bottle towards him, showing off the proof with a warming smile on her lips.

His lungs squeezed even as he tried to play it off, squinting at the bottle as if reading it for the first time. "It is, isn't it?"

"Did you do that on purpose?" she asked, alternating her hands once Mari gave a small tap to her wrist.

"Maybe," he murmured. Did he sound as breathless as he felt?

(Y/N)'s mouth pulled into a bubbly smile—just as bright and attention grabbing as the first time he met her. "Harry," she crooned his name, the syllables cradled on her tongue, "I didn't know you did that. It's so sweet."

There was a moment where he wondered if this was the moment. Was this the moment to share that of course he would name one of these shades after her, as this whole thing was an ode to his feelings for her. Was this warehouse being used as their set the perfect place to tell her what every single shade meant to him and how it was tied to her? It wouldn't be so bad, he thought.

Instead, Harry only bashfully shrugged, tipping his shy smile towards his feet. "'M happy y'like it."

Settling her hands for Mari to begin painting, (Y/N) still kept her attention tipped towards Harry. "Is that why you wanted me to be in the shoot?" she asked, leaning towards where he was still stationed behind her chair, "So, there's, like, platonic love in there too for Valentine's?"

Harry's lungs squeezed for a different reason this time. Platonic love between friends. That's why he named a polish after her in his most romantic collection to date.

"Something like that," he settled on, hoping she didn't catch the way his smile fell just a hair.

Though (Y/N) parted her lips to offer a response, she was cut off before she could take a breath. Harry Lambert was fluttering by the stations, keeping an eye on every model readying for the campaign before he met Harry.

"Sue, would you help me bring in all the clothing, please?" he asked, a tenor of stress entering his voice.

Breaking away from (Y/N)'s chair, Harry didn't hesitate before nodding his head. "Course. Where do y'need me?"

Vaguely, Harry Lambert pointed towards the set pieces before he shook his head. "Just follow me."

Absently, Harry tossed over his shoulder to (Y/N), "I'll be right back, lovie."

When he heard a small okay peep from her, he looked towards her only to see her already blinking at him with admiration in her eyes. No wonder he felt so warm.

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Harry was sure his dimples were deep in his cheeks as he leaned over Molly's shoulder, looking at the photos popping up on the computer screen as every shot was uploaded. Unsurprisingly, his favorites were of (Y/N).

Her makeup and hair was done minimally in true Pleasing style, leaving everything sheer and pastel. Her nails were glimmering in the light, dreamy filters to be added to the shots that would accentuate the glitter in the varnish. She looked entirely too cozy in the large pink crewneck clad on her torso and the comfy lounge shorts hugging her hips. Though there was still a stiffness as she transitioned between poses, as if waiting for someone to yell at her to fix her stance, he could see her growing more and more comfortable among the set. She made friends with a few of the other models, making it much easier for her to fit into those group shots and allow her laughter to filter through the room.

It made him feel an undeniable hint of pride seeing her grow so comfortable in front of the camera. He knew she never much preferred being in front of the camera like this, so every small breath of progress she made had his heart glowing for her.

Watching every shot come in over Molly's shoulder, Harry was almost disappointed when the photographer called for a cut; the lighting needed to be adjusted apparently with extra props being brought in before the focus would shift to the colorful end of the campaign. He stepped back, giving however many assistants were helping out all the space they needed to take care of every minute change.

As the models scattered, (Y/N) made a beeline back towards Harry, ushering out of the way as quickly as possible. With everyone distracted, he didn't hesitate before he draped his arms around her shoulders in a loose hug.

"How are y'feeling?" he asked, offering her a quiet smile, "Y'look like you're having fun."

(Y/N) leant into him, her cheek smushed against the blocked muscle of his chest. "I am, but I'm getting tired. I don't know how you do this all the time."

A breath of laughter left his lips at her mumbling. "'S surprisingly exhausting, isn't it? Being the center of attention really takes a lot out of a person."

"No wonder you can fall asleep anywhere," she mused, playing along, "Your life is so hard."

"I've been trying to tell you," he smiled, pulsing his arms around her when he realized just how hard she was leaning into him.

She'd been on her feet from the second she had her makeup and hair finished and there were still hours left of her day, even after lunch was served. As much as he was teasing, he was sure she truly was rather exhausted with this being her first time being more than a spectator on set.

A companionable silence settled between them, Harry not needing to peek to know that she'd had shuttered her eyes while he hugged her. From the corner of his eye, there was a familiar production assistant flittering around with the polaroid camera Harry Lambert had passed off earlier in the day, tasked with documenting the day for behind-the-scenes content. Like a sixth sense, Harry swore he could feel the lens focusing on him and (Y/N), but he didn't flinch back or turn to spot the assistant.

Instead, he stayed right where he was with (Y/N) in his arms even when the camera clicked and light flashed over the space.

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"I'll be done in, like, ten minutes, 'kay?" Harry murmured, dropping his bag by the station (Y/N) had claimed for the day, "Lambert said there were only a couple of totes left, so I won't take long."

"Okay," (Y/N) nodded, matching his eyes in the mirror as she pulled out makeup wipes, "I should be done by then."

Harry lingered behind her for a moment, eyes bright in the reflection, before he stepped away. (Y/N) felt her skin warm in his wake, heart fumbling in its beats before she settled in her chair. She made a point to fix her attention to the makeup wipe she was skimming over her skin, keeping her eyes forward instead of following after him.

The other models had cleared out as soon as the photographer had called for a wrap, leaving production behind to clean up and clear out for the night. Harry had, of course, volunteered to help clean as much as he could for the night causing (Y/N) to stay back with him. She had helped break down stations and pack props before finally retiring to the final standing station so she could get un-ready herself.

From her peripheral, (Y/N) spotted Molly bustling around, trusty clipboard in hand. Catching her eye in the mirror, Molly finally paused her constant rushing with her muscles visibly relaxing.

"I've barely been able to talk to you today," Molly said in greeting as she approached (Y/N)'s station, gifting a small hug with an arm around her shoulders. "Thank you for helping out today."

"Of course," (Y/N) smiled, the bulbs around the mirror catching the shimmering stickers on her nails that only made her smile stretch wider. "Thank you for letting me be a part of the shoot. I had a lot of fun."

Molly shifted her weight and leant against (Y/N)’s chair, her features softened. "I could tell. Harry was so worried for you this morning," she shared, "He felt bad, like he had made you say yes when you didn't really want to do this."

Wiping the light mascara off her eyes, (Y/N) shrugged, "You know it's not really my thing, but he said this one was really important to him. I'm really happy I did it, though—the collection is gorgeous, you guys really did so well with this one."

"All of the ideas were H's, so I can't really take any credit for it. Lambert and I just put it all in production," Molly shared, fondness on her features. "We only told him we wanted to do a Valentine's inspired collection, and he already had all of these ideas. We weren't planning to do a dual release, but he'd had so many that he wanted to add that it turned into what we have now."

"He didn't tell me that," (Y/N) chirped, feeling herself begin to soften. She had known Harry had a large hand in the creative side of these collections, but she hadn't known that he had brought all of the ideas to the table for this one. "I don't know where he gets all of his inspiration between writing and everything with this. He never stops."

(Y/N)'s teasing comment prompted Molly to laugh along with her, both of them familiar with how hard Harry tended to push himself both creatively and physically.

"Like, you don't know," Molly said, amusement carrying over her words.

A pinch touched at (Y/N)'s brows, her hand slowing over her skin to leave her mascara as only smudges under her eyes. "What do you mean?"

It was Molly's turn to cant her head, her lashes fluttering as she blinked at (Y/N)'s reflection. "I thought that was why you decided to finally be a part of the shoot. That Harry told you."

For a heartbeat, (Y/N) swore she was in some kind of movie scene. The theatrics of the moment seemed to be blown out of proportion, if only in her eyes.

"Told me about what?"

At this, Molly seemingly realized that she may have hinted at something (Y/N) hadn't known anything about. She pursed her lips as if she wanted to keep in her next words, but both of them knew she didn't have much of a choice now that she had started on this avenue.

"That it's you—the inspiration for the collection. He wasn't very good at hiding it before he finally just told Lambert. All of the shades have something to do with you."

(Y/N) was hyper aware of Molly's words, even if the sound of her heart pumping began to flood through her ears.

Strings began to connect throughout the last month since he initially showed her the samples of the polishes. The crew neck he claimed he made with her in mind. The dual collection having four different shades of her favorite color—a fact about her he knew without a doubt. The varnish named after the pet name he had dubbed her as throughout the years, something he had immediately tied to her when she had pointed it out just that morning.

Maybe it was the new information getting to her head, but more and more pieced itself together. That lingering look he gave her in the mirror just moments earlier felt like more evidence, including the way he held her between shots today, tiny moments that didn't feel out of the ordinary for him. Now those memories could be tinted in rose as moments that were only ordinary because it was between the two of them.

"Oh," (Y/N) simply sounded, dropping her eyes from Molly's with a flutter of her lashes.

A beat passed before Molly piped up with an apology in her tone. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I thought you knew, or I wouldn't have said anything."

"No, no, don't be sorry!" (Y/N) rushed, turning in her seat to match her eyes truly, "It's okay, I'm just surprised."

Casting her eyes around the dwindling room, Molly lowered her voice by the time she matched (Y/N)'s gaze once more. "Good surprise?"

Before (Y/N) could give an answer—one she wasn't even sure of—Harry joined their group, He reached towards his bag on the vanity, lookin at the two women with a question in his eyes. "Did you need a couple more minutes?" he asked, not-so-discreetly looking at the shadows left under (Y/N)'s eyes.

She could feel her stilted smile on her lips, but (Y/N) hoped Harry wouldn't notice. "Why? Did I miss something?"

Molly made a quiet getaway with a quick pat to Harry's shoulder, taking his attention for a moment as he gave a small way and murmured his goodbye. For a split second, Molly shot (Y/N) a sheepish glance before she was hustling through the space once more.

When Harry returned to (Y/N), his gaze was scrutinizing this time, a pinch to his brows as he ducked his head to be level with her.

"I don't think so, no," he said, answering her teasing remark. Reaching out, he gently dragged his fingertips over the soft skin of her under eye, picking up some of the smudgy mess on the pads of his fingers. Her breath caught in her throat at the touch, a stillness touching her muscles she hoped he wouldn't catch. He made a show of inspecting his hands with a comically deep frown on his lips. "Thought I saw something, but, no, y'got it all. Ready to go?"

Looking at her through the fan of his lashes, (Y/N) saw the teasing gleam to his eyes, though she swore there was something more floating in his irises.

Had that always been there?

"Um," she mumbled, dropping back into the moment, "Yeah, I'm ready."

The amusement in Harry's eyes faded at her stilted answer. Creases appeared between his eyes as he gazed at her, his bag loose in his hand. "Y'alright?"

"Yeah," she attempted to chirp, hopping out of her chair, "I think the day is just catching up to me and all. Just got really tired."

"Well, then," he started, standing to the full of his height before slinging an arm over her shoulder, "let's get y'home, lovie."

When he gave a small pulse to the cuff of her shoulder, his fingers denting the soft of her arm, (Y/N) tried to remember if it always felt that charged when he touched her.

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"Hey, you."

Harry held back a sigh when (Y/N) reached his open arms, burying his nose into her hair as she wrapped her arms around his middle. He settled instead for shuttering his eyes and sinking into her hold. It'd been a long week since he'd seen her last after taking her home after the Pleasing shoot; both he and (Y/N) seemed to be too busy to send more than a few texts to one another throughout the day. It wasn't a secret to him that (Y/N) was the brightest party of his day, but he hadn't realized just how good he had it until she had pulled back those days.

"How are you?" (Y/N) murmured, her voice muffled from the way her cheek was squished against his chest, "I feel like I've barely talked to you since last week."

"Me too," he said, drawing away just enough to see her face with his arms a warm loop around her, "I've been alright, though. You?"

Her eyes skated down his features long enough Harry swore he could feel her gaze like a touch from her hand. His skin warmed in her wake, a pinkened blush surely rising to the surface of his cheeks.

"I've been good," she finally answered, the heartbeat between his question and her response seeming hours long instead of mere seconds. "Just tired still. I feel like I haven't recovered from last weekend, yet."

"'M not surprised, y'worked hard." Harry dropped himself back into the moment, clearing his throat. "Molly emailed me some preliminary shots the other day."

Perking up in his arms, her eyes brightening. "She did? How did they look?"

A lopsided smile poked at the corner of his mouth. "I can show you, if y'want. Jus' need to grab m'laptop from m'room."

All it took was a giddy nod from her and a quiet yes, please! that had him untangling from her arms and heading towards his room.

As much as he wanted to stay right where he was in her arms, he needed a breath of air. Perhaps distance, no matter how small it was, really did make the heart grow fonder and Harry wasn't immune to the effects.

His paces were measured as he scaled his stairs to his bedroom, grabbing his laptop from where it was charging on the side of his bed. The email in question wasn't hard to find, especially since one of his favorite shots—the polaroid one production assistant had nabbed of he and (Y/N) snuggling during a break—was now his home screen on his phone. (And, one of (Y/N)'s official shots was now her contact photo).

Heading downstairs, he found her already making herself at home on his couch. With a blanket his mom had knitted for him thrown over her legs, she was scrolling through her phone despite the streaming service pulled up on his television.

"Comfy already, lovie?" he laughed, crossing from the landing to take his own spot next to her.

"A little," she answered, decidedly reserved in her teasing. That had been much of how it was this past week, (Y/N) too distracted, or tired, or whatever it was to play with him too much. He hoped it truly was nothing more than being a little tired.

Leaning in close, he settled his laptop on his thighs as he pulled up the attachments. Beginning to card through the photos, he offered a short explanation, "They're not edited completely yet, but we've got some of the effects added. We're still picking which shots are going to be used for the site and which will be used for the socials, but it all turned out really well."

Even as every picture lit up his screen, the pad of his finger on the touchpad, Harry favored watching (Y/N)'s reactions as opposed to looking at the shots themselves. He wanted to know if she loved it as much as he did.

The bright colors cast washes of pale color over her skin, shining like the moon at times with others giving a petal softness to the high points of her face. He could tell when a picture of her appeared with the way she rolled her lips between her teeth, a quiet bashfulness softening the edges of her features.

"Wait, wait, go back," (Y/N) asked, leaning forward as if to get a closer look at a missed photo.

Peeling his gaze away from her profile, Harry looked to his laptop to see the photo that had caught her attention was the same one that he favored. An artistically framed shot of their polaroid filled his screen, the nature of the camera already giving fuzzied edges to their forms, an extra set of dreamy editing adding that much more to the sight.

"Y'like this one?" he murmured, a delicate edge to his voice.

"When did they take this one?" she asked, her voice a quiet whisper for only him to hear.

"During that break, remember? Lambert and Molly had an assistant going around to get production shots, and they caught us," he smiled, reliving that moment with her in his arms and the warmth of her form against his, "We're thinking about using this in one of the social shots."

(Y/N) was silent then, her eyes flitting over every pixel that made up the photo. He hadn't expected her to go so quiet.

"But, we don't have to use it if y'don't want to," Harry carefully offered, already rearranging the composition of the offered rollout to accommodate her if she was so uncomfortable. "I can talk to Mo—"

"No, no, that's not—" she started, stumbling some through her words when she managed to meet his eyes finally, "I just... Can I ask you something?"

The connotations of the phrase had Harry's heart fumbling and palms sweating right away. "'Course. What is it?"

Hesitating as she rolled her lips between her teeth, (Y/N) let his words hang between them for a few heartbeats too long.

"Molly told me something after the shoot," she started, her words careful and calculated, "I wanted to know if it was true."

He couldn't imagine what Molly would have shared that would have had (Y/N) so cryptic and unsure. "Okay," he offered, drawling over the word.

"She said..." (Y/N) paused, dropping her eyes from his until they landed on the hollow of his throat—a safe place to look when she was too afraid of his reaction. His palms became that much more clammy. "She said something about how this collection was about... me. That you told Harry that you had all these ideas because they were from me."

In the same moment that time attempted to stop, everything in Harry's body went into overdrive. Was it safe to feel his heartbeat in the base of his throat? Was it normal to want to suck in more air than his lungs needed?

What was he supposed to say to that?

More importantly: what answer did (Y/N) want to hear?

Would she be excited to hear that yes, everything Molly had told her was true and he just didn't know how to tell her himself. It was easier to manifest it all into cute little nail polishes and matching stickers. Or did she want him to say no, Molly's imagination had run a bit too wild, or she had heard him wrong, or, or, or—

"Yes," he suddenly blurted out, his mouth ahead of his brain.

(Y/N) blinked at him. Her eyes floated back to his, bewildered at his blunt answer. "Yes, it's true?"

The dam that was his filter had too big of a crack to be properly repaired, it appeared. There was no holding back the river.

"Yes," he affirmed, a weight in his chest pushing the words out before he could offer more thought, "The—um—the yellow one with the gold glitter, it matches the dress y'wore the first time y'came to one of m'shows. And, pink is your favorite color, so I wanted to make as many different ones as we could so you'd have as many as y'wanted to wear. I don't even know if y'have this lipstick anymore, but the red was to match the one y'were wearing when we met. A-All of them are for—about you."

By the time he managed to zip his lips, there was still plenty to be said but he figured the rambling was more than enough to both humiliate himself and put (Y/N) on the spot.

The longer she didn't say anything in response, the more Harry sweat. His thoughts were nothing but a swirl heading down a drain, too heavy and incoherent to make sense of.

"(Y/N), I—I didn't m—"

As quick as he opened his mouth like a guppy, fumbling over his words, he was silenced with (Y/N) pressing her kiss to his lips.

It was startling at first, taking every ribbon holding him together unraveled, turning him into a scramble. It was only when he felt a careful smile spread over her mouth and she drew away a hair that Harry came alive.

This was what he'd dreamt of, why was he wasting it?

Molding his lips to hers, Harry tasted the soft curve of her cupid's bow when he tucked his bottom lip between her two. Faint traces of a fruity chapstick remained on her mouth, though the only taste he got was her. There was no other way to describe the fragrance other than it being (Y/N). Every soft parting and letting of their mouths gave him a rush of that essence, pulling him in deeper and deeper each time.

The laptop on his thighs was a forgotten object as he turned his body to face her, the device sliding somewhere among the cushions of his couch. His hand landed carefully on the soft of her cheek, feeling a warmth blooming in her skin under his palm. He could feel every pacing of her muscles, feeling how her body moved for no other purpose than to kiss him. It brought a pinch to his brow, an unfurling happening in his chest he couldn't even begin to unpack right then.

While it wasn't an urgent, explicit kiss, Harry didn't want to pull away first. Hours could have been spent on his couch just like this, if not for the fact (Y/N) decided she needed air more than his kiss.

Following her cue, he gave her some space when she drew away. Her skin was warm as she blinked her eyes open to match his own. He watched as a smile spread over her lips the longer she looked at him.

"You like me?"

A peal of laughter fell from Harry's lips, bursting through his chest and filling his bones.

"Maybe. Why?"

(Y/N)'s laughter filled the one place his own happiness couldn't fill quite as well: his heart.

—————

Pleasing's Cupid Collection available now.

(Y/N) barely noticed the notification sliding down the top of her screen, seeing as she was already on the main page of the brand's website. Refreshing the site, the homepage completely rearranged to showcase the dual collection now available for patrons to browse, her own face flashing in the campaign video playing at the top of the page. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

Was this how Harry felt every time he released music? Or really anything for the world to see?

With the way her heart hammered in her chest, she wasn't sure how he survived things like this.

Another notification pinged at the top of her phone. Pleasing had just made a post on Instagram.

Tapping on the dropdown, she was taken from the Pleasing page and to her instagram app. The new post popped up automatically.

The shot showcased a collection of polaroid photos, some of behind the scenes shots of official photos for the campaign and others showing candid moments between the models and production during the making of the shoot. They were all laid out on a satiny pink sheet, a dreamy filter adding gleaming lights and iridescent shifts throughout the page.

There was one familiar polaroid that caught her eye—one that was barely within frame but something she had seen enough times she could spot with the barest of pixels. Just barely, she could see herself leaning against the chest of someone who was almost completely cut out of the frame, leaving only a set of arms to be seen wrapped around her shoulders with her eyes closed in contentment.

Just barely, through the haze of the filter, (Y/N) could see a small tattoo on her companion's hand: a black cross.

As if being summoned by her thoughts alone, those same arms draped themselves around her from where she stood in the middle of the kitchen. Harry's chin settled on her shoulder, looking at her screen as she pulled up the comments on the photos.

"What's everyone saying?" he murmured, his lips pressing against the column of her throat in a delicate kiss.

The smile that landed on her lips was tender and instinctual, something that settled there without her permission. She didn't have to truly read any of the commented reactions to know the public's opinion.

"They love it," she told him, voice a quiet croon.

"Yeah?" His smile was audible in his tone. "I think this one's gonna be the most popular yet."

"You think so?" (Y/N) questioned, swiping out of the reactions if only to see the glimpse of their polaroid once more.

Placing a gentle hand on her cheek, Harry tipped her chin to face him. There was a gleam in his eyes that (Y/N) never realized was so familiar until the first time they kissed. There was a small tug to the corner of his lips, a single dimple denting his cheek.

"Yeah. I've jus' got a feeling."

He dipped his head, pressing his lips to hers.

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:)))) thank you for reading, so sorry if there's any mistakes and if theres any questions or anything you have please please send them in! I hope you enjoyed :)

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Not sure if you write for Harry Styles but what if r met h in high school and they were dating but after graduation they parted they ways and yhen few years later she meets him and they start again and she gets to know that some of his songs are abt her?

I love your writing for S&C!!!

Adore you | h.s.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you run into harry after years of not seeing him.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: so it’s my first time writing for harry but i absolutely adore this man with my whole heart so i gladly wrote this! thank you sm, hope you like it <33

pictures are from pinterest :)

If someone told you that your ex would end up as a worldwide famous singer, you would believe them in a second.

Harry always had a thing for singing and he was really good at it so when he told you he wanted to audition for xfactor you were all in to support him.

He succeeded, like you knew he would, and was put in a band with four other boys. That was when your ways parted. He started writing songs, making album and had few little gigs to make their band known. And you wanted to focus on school, on your future.

As much as you both wanted to make it and keep your relationship alive, you knew it would be naive to hope for it. He was about to be famous and travel the world and you wanted to study and make a mark with your name in the world of medicine.

So you parted your ways and you haven’t heard of Harry or One Direction for some time, until two years later when they started becoming one of the bigger bands in the music industry.

He achieved it. You always knew he was made to be someone. He deserved to be someone.

He was kind, selfless and practically wore his heart on his sleeve. If someone was a good celebrity material, it was him.

Sometimes, you found yourself following his career, cheering on him and wishing him all the best.

Years were passing, One Direction went on a break that was lasting longer than they promised and all of the boys started to make their own history.

Harry just released his third own album and you couldn’t be happier for him, although you didn’t follow him as much as you used to.

Actually, you practically didn’t follow him at all. All you knew was what you heard on radio on your way from work to home.

You were achieving your goals too. You became a doctor, a good one, known in whole UK. You were young but you already did more than some older doctors.

Your name was well known in medical world and you couldn’t be happier with how your career worked out.

Although, sometimes you wished you chose some other life path.

For example, you wished it right now while looking at two teenagers sitting on a hospital bed. They were glued to themselves and it wouldn’t be a problem if they weren’t glued with an actual glue. To make it worse, it was really old glue and it was causing health problems for both of the teenagers and one was about to pass out from all the coughing.

“Alright, we need to make sure that all their organs are okay, Marcus’ father said he saw them eating that glue.” you grimaced “Run all the tests and draw blood from both of them.” you ordered your interns who quickly went to patients.

Few hours later you were finally able to go home and you couldn’t wait to finally take a warm shower and change scrubs to comfortable pajama.

But first, you had to go grocery shopping. You were thinking about going home first to change but you knew if you get to home you wouldn’t be able to get out of bed again.

So now you were in the grocery store looking at all the cereal searching for your favorite ones. You finally noticed them but they were in completely other place. Usually, they were on a second shelf and now they were all the way up on the highest one. One that was too high for you to reach.

But you tried anyway. And you failed.

You heard a deep chuckle behind you and then a male voice “Need any help?”

You turned around with bright smile “Yes, please.”

Man, who looked weirdly familiar to you, reached a cereal cartoon without any struggle and handed it to you with a smile.

“Here.” you took the cartoon while he was looking at your face “Do I know you? You look familiar.” he stated and you searched his face to see something that would give you a clue who he was.

Then it hit you.

“Harry?” the man nodded “Oh my god, you changed so much.”

Man furrowed his brows and suddenly his eyes widened “Y/n?” you nodded with small smile “Oh god, it’s good to see you.” he hugged you.

“Visiting family?” you asked and he nodded “How’s famous life treating you?”

“Good, I just published my newest album.” he looked proud of himself and it was really adorable.

“I heard.” you nodded with a smile “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Did you hear any songs?” he asked unsure.

“No, sorry. I don’t really have time for music. My life last few days looked like sleep, work, sleep, work, shopping, sleep and work.” you laughed and he smiled with amusement.

“Sounds like you, always so ambitious.” he looked over you “So how’s being a well known surgeon? I heard amazing things about you.”

“It’s… certainly something.” you nodded slowly “I love my work but some things I see… Damn.” you shrugged and he laughed.

“I’m happy you’re good, I thought of you few days ago.” Harry stated and you raised your brow.

“Mr. Famous thought about me? How flattering.” you teased and he chuckled “I have to go home, my bed is calling but we should meet someday when you will be in town.” you offered and he nodded vigorously with a grin.

“I’m staying for a few weeks at my mum’s, we can arrange something. We definitely should catch up. Here, give me your number.” he handed you his phone and you added your contact.

“Well then, see you around Harry. And thanks for your help.” you flashed him with a smile which he returned and you went to a cash station.

Next day you got a text from an unknown number which turned out to be Harry’s number. He asked when you had time to meet.

Finally, you both decided to meet on a Saturday. To make it funnier, Harry offered to meet at the coffee shop that you often visited while being together.

On a Saturday you felt nervous. You didn’t see him for a long time and you weren’t sure how it would turn out, if you even will be able to maintain an interesing conversation without it being awkward.

But here you were, sitting in front of Harry, drinking tea and eating delicious muffins while talking and laughing about old times.

“I never thought that the audition would turn out this well.” he admitted with small smile.

“I knew it would.” you stated “You’re too good to not be noticed, although your hey sister was terrible.” you snickered and he smiled amused.

“I was nervous!” he huffed “If it wasn’t for you I’m not sure if I would actually get on that stage, you were my lucky charm.”

You looked at him with a touched smile “I was cheering for you even when we weren’t talking anymore.” you admitted “I always knew you would be someone important and look at you, you’re saving teenagers’ lives and make great music.”

You could see faint blush on his cheeks and the bashful smile was just cute.

“Well, I guess I wouldn’t be where I’m if not your cheering.” he chuckled “I only regret that our ways parted. I wish we maintained contact. I missed you.”

“I missed you too Harry.” you said hoping you didn’t blush “But at least we’re here now and it feels good.”

“Yeah it does.” he agreed with a smile that made your heart race. You knew that smile, he was sending it your ways on daily basis when you were together. It was this cute smirk with dreamy eyes and it just made you feel weak in knees.

Apparently some things never change, because it made you feel just the same as years ago.

And you’re not sure how it happened but next morning you woke up with Harry’s bare chest as your pillow.

But you weren’t complaining.

“Seriously?” you laughed while making breakfast with Harry. He was talking about the time when he was in One Direction “I always thought that it was just a song about good song.”

“Well, most of ours song had hidden dirty meaning.” he laughed too.

“What about your songs? Any dirty meanings?” you teased and he blushed.

Your morning together turned to spending whole day together.

“You can stay for the night.” you offered when he said he should get going.

“I don’t want to bother you.” he giggled.

“You’re not bothering, I like having you here.” you admitted and you were praying to not blush when he smirked at you.

“Good to know. I will gladly stay if you’re sure.” he said “But let me know if you will be sick of me.”

“That wouldn’t be possible.” you rolled your eyes hitting his chest with your hand which he catched and squeezed in his bigger one “You’re the sweetest person alive, you would have to kill my dog to make me hate you.”

“Sure.” now he rolled his eyes “You have a dog?”

“No.” you pouted “I wish but I’m rarely home and I wouldn’t want to leave a dog alone.” you explained and he nodded in understanding “What about you? Any pets?”

“Not really, I’m also rarely home when touring.” he shrugged.

And somehow this conversation turned into talking about his songs.

“And which ones do you like?” he looked at you with a small smile. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but in last few days his songs were on repeat so you wouldn’t be in dark when he would be talking about his career.

“Hm, I really like Carolina and little freak.” you stated after a moment of thinking. You noticed how Harry moved weirdly after your words “Is there something wrong?” you asked worriedly.

“No no.” he assured you “What do you like about Carolina?” he tilted his head looking curiously at you while still holding your hand.

“I don’t know, I just like it.” you shrugged “Why are you asking?”

“You didn’t notice, did you?” he laughed.

“Notice what?” you smiled with small confusion.

“Carolina, Adore you, Only Angel, Woman?” he furrowed his eyes.

“What about them?”

“God, woman. They are about you.” he huffed with amusement and your eyes widened.

“What?” you were sure you were a blushing mess at the moment.

“Carolina? It’s literally your description, you moved because your grandmother offered you and your parents to, you always had books with you and liked to compare life to books.” he explained “Oh, and you have cousins in Carolina!”

All he said was true and you actually realized it in fact was actually a song about you.

“Why would you wrote about me?” you asked quietly playing with his fingers.

“I was so in love with you. My first ever song that I writed was about you.” he admitted “Only angel. I changed it a bit before releasing it because I was teenager while I wrote and it was a slight disaster but it turned out great.”

“I’m not sure what to say.” you chuckled “Adore you is about me?”

“Yeah, I would go through hell for you.” he stated and you noticed that he didn’t use past tense.

“So am I so kind of inspiration for you?” you teased but he answered completely seriously.

“Yeah, you are big inspiration. Most of my songs have something about you in them even if they aren’t exactly about you.” he admitted bashfully “I was completely head over heels for you. And I think I still adore you.”

And if you were his inspiration for next lovely album that he made as a gift for you for your first anniversary, that’s just a bonus.

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I Wanna Be Yours

pairing: boss!ceo!harry styles x reader

request: Omg, can I request a boss!harry fic where he’s mean to everyone except from her??

summary: harry is the notoriously mean owner of pleasing, and he might have a slight soft spot for the new girl in the marketing department.

warnings: cursing, not edited

you were extremely new to pleasing, a very famous brand known for their nail polishes and perfumes. ever since you started (about three months ago), you’d hear literal horror stories about the founder and ceo.

rachel, the girl who trained you, told you that he was just plain rude. it was safe to say you feared the day he came in. thankfully, he wasn’t around much. not at your location, anyway. you were at the los angeles location, but he preferred to stay at the new york one.

tuesday morning, you got ready like every day. put on your usual outfit (a skirt, white button-up, a blazer, and heels), along with some black fleece-lined tights and a headband to push your hair back. it was getting cold out, and you couldn’t get away with just a skirt much longer.

with your iced coffee in one hand, your macbook and a few files you’d taken home in the other, you walked quickly into the building.

“good morning, miss townes,” the concierge greeted you.

“morning, nancy!” you greeted back as you ran to the elevator and pressed the button.

“late?” nancy asked.

“almost! this stupid elevator—“ said elevator dinged, and you let out a sigh of relief. “speak of the devil. see you, nance!”

—

by the time you made it up to the marketing floor (the twentieth floor out of fifty), you were exactly on time.

you moved as quickly as your heels would allow, dropping your car keys, computer, and files onto the desk.

“right on time, y/n,” rachel teased as you sat down. the two of you had cubicles right next to each other.

“long line at the coffee shop.”

“lucky you weren’t any later,” she commented as you sat down and took a generous sip of the iced coffee that had almost made you late, “mr. styles is said to be coming in today.”

you nearly choked on your drink.

“you finished those edits, right?”

“.. uh.. yeah. yeah, finished them last night,” you lied with a nod.

“y/n! he’s ruthless— he will literally fire you! that’s the new launch, and it’s overdue!”

“i know! i know, but i’ve been so busy, and fucking josh keeps making me do his shit—“

“oh shit, shut up. he’s here.”

“what?” you squeaked, quickly cleaning up your desk and opening the new launch photos on both the desktop and your personal computer.

out of the corner of your eye, you watched as what had to be mr. styles strolled through with an assistant who was talking about what you assumed was his schedule.

“you’ll have a meeting with the investors at three, and we have some papers to sign—“

you tuned her out as you tried to speed up the editing— brightening colors and adjusting the text so it fit better.

and suddenly, the footsteps of mr. styles and his assistant stopped. directly in front of your desk.

“you,” a voice spoke, and oh my god, he was british, “i don’t know you. who are you?”

your eyes snapped up to meet his, “oh. uh.. i’m y/n.. y/n townes. i’m.. um.. i’m new.”

he mouthed your name as if thinking it over.

“you’re the one doing the edits for the new launch?” he asked.

“yes, sir.”

he nodded before continuing his stroll. because, of fucking course, his office had to be on the marketing floor.

you let out a breath, sinking into your chair. rachel grabbed your arm with a comforting smile, “it’s okay, babes. he could’ve been rude.”

“he’s gonna see i’m not done and fire me!”

“it’s fine, just don’t think about it.”

—

right as you were about to head out on a quick lunch break, mr. styles’ assistant popped up at your desk.

“ms. townes, mr. styles requested your presence in his office. you, as well, ms. evans,” she said, glancing at you and rachel.

“uh— me? for.. for what?” you questioned.

“you’ll find out. i have to find a.. josh richardson. go on.”

you and rachel shared uneasy looks as the two of you stood and made your way to mr. styles’ office.

“if i get fired, i’m jumping out of a window,” you muttered as rachel pulled the door open.

“ah, ms. evans. ms. townes…. where is mr. richardson?” mr. styles spoke.

“your assistant went to grab him,” rachel answered. “what are we needed for?”

“you’ll see… ah, mr. richardson. so kind of you to join us.”

even you could tell he did not mean that.

“what is this?” josh asked, looking to you and rachel.

“you three were all put in charge of the new launch. correct?”

you all chorused variations of yes.

“and yet… nothing is done. why is that?”

you glanced to your shoes. you knew rachel was done. the whole project was all three of you were to make 300 campaigns and promo photos for the new nail polish launch. you'd devided it to be 100 each, and you all picked however many billboard designs, posters, social media posts, and so-ons that you'd do for the project. however, josh had slowly but surely pushed all of his work onto you.. until you had to do 200, and you only had around 130 done.

“i expect an answer.”

“i.. i finished all my photos and campaigns,” rachel finally said.

“i'm nearly done with.. my things. i was just helping josh before i--“

“so.. what i’m hearing so far, and correct me if i’m wrong, is that mr. richardson hasn’t been doing his job?”

josh cleared his throat, and you could feel the daggers he was glaring at you burning into your skull, “yes, mr. styles.”

mr. styles nodded, and you understood the horror stories now. he wasn’t even trying and he was terrifying. “do you like your job, mr. richardson?”

“yes, mr—“

“so why aren’t you doing it?”

“i— i’ve been.. busy.”

“busy.. right. well, i’ll make you less busy. you’re fired. get out.”

“wh— what? you can’t fire me!”

“i believe i can. and i just did. so get. out.”

“i have worked at this company for eight years! i make one mistake, and—“

“i will not ask you again!” mr. styles shouted, standing up from his chair. you flinched. “because i am not asking you, i am telling you. you are fired, and you will leave this building. and don’t even think about puttin’ this place on your resume, i won’t say a single good word about your ass.”

josh scoffed and stormed out of the room, you and rachel followed.

you turned the corner, yelping when someone grabbed your wrist and yanked it.

“what the hell, y/n? you said you’d do my—“

“i didn’t say that. you just assumed i would. i am not just apart of the valentines launch, josh, and i have fifty other things to do, and i can’t drop that just because you’re lazy.”

“you better watch what you say to me—“

a voice spoke from behind. mr. styles’ assisant, “uh.. miss townes? mr. styles requests he speak with you.. privately.”

you yanked your arm back, rubbing your wrist, “yes. of— of course. sorry.”

you walked back towards his office with your head down, glancing up at him once you entered the room.

you were surprised to see a... calm look on his face.

"miss townes, correct?" he asked.

"ye-.. uh.. yes, sir."

he smiled, which was very odd from what you'd seen of him so far, "you can relax, darling. you aren't in trouble. have a seat."

you hesitantly wandered towards the chair on the other side of his desk.

"what did you mean by.. helping mr. richardson with his work?"

"oh, well... he just.. he kept saying he was busy and asking if i could do.. certain parts of his work. and i--.. well, sometimes i'm a bit of a pushover, so i said yes."

"i see... and how much of his work, in total, did he push onto you?"

"uhm... all of it, mr. styles."

his eyes widened, "all of it? and you didn't tell a supervisor he wasn't planning on doing any of his work?"

"i.. i felt bad," you shrugged, looking down at your hands.

"yes. well... mrs. maruska, can you please bring mr. richardson back in here for a moment, please?"

you jumped when his assistant spoke behind you, not realizing she was even in the room.

"yes, mr. styles."

it was silent for a minute after the door shut, maybe two minutes, until the door re-opened and two pairs of footsteps entered.

"mr. richardson, before you leave, you are going to do something for me," mr. styles spoke. "you are going to apologize to y/n--"

you nearly choke on your own spit at his use of your first name.

"for making her do all of your work. and.. you will also apologize for whatever the hell that was i heard outside. that is no way to speak to any colleague."

josh scoffed, "i'm not apologiz--"

"i'm not asking."

mr. styles gaze switched to you as josh begrudgingly sighed, "i'm sorry, y/n."

"it's okay," you murmured, glancing at him.

"no, it isn't," mr. styles quickly interjected, keeping his eyes on you. you much preferred them on you than on josh. they were a lot kinder when they focused on you. softer. "but.. if ms. townes says it is alright... you may leave now."

you aren't quite sure what happens afterwards, because you keep your gaze away from mr. styles, because you're afraid he'll notice how nervous he makes you.

"how many did you have left?" mr. styles asked quietly. softly.

"i have 130 done. so.. seventy left. but i-- i can get them done soon, i promise. i can just stay late, or.. or--"

"no. none of that. you'll submit the ones you have.. and we'll figure out something for the rest."

"really? i mean.. are you sure?"

"i wouldn't have offered if i wasn't. you can go, now."

"thank you, mr. styles," you mumbled, standing and walking to the door.

right as you grabbed the handle, he called out.

"oh, and y/n?"

you turned around with a furrow in your brows.

"let me know if you have any other problems."

you can't even help the foolish smile on your lips as you nod and leave the room.

a/n: part 1!! i really love this request

#harry styles fic rec

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stylessbean · 17 days

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RANDOM. PHOTOS. OF. HAROLDDDDD

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stylessbean · 20 days

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I’ve been trying to find a chapter on Harry being a single dad to daughter called Charlie and on her 18th at a concert and he sings slipping through my fingers do u recognise it as I can’t find it anywhere xx

hi ! I believe this is the fic you were looking for: Drabble request by @lollypopsx xxx

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We All Make Mistakes

Synopsis: Harry finds himself lucky as his new neighbour is sweet enough to baby sit his daughter

Word count: 12k+

TW ⚠️: mentions of death and loss of loved one, mentions of anxiety and depression. Mentions of child loss. Mentions of pretty big age gap between Harry and YN. If of this bothers you please do not read this.

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It was never easy to be a parent. Especially a single parent.

It's been about eight months Shyloh was born and Harry still finds it difficult to have a tiny human depended upon him. He would not want the other way even in his dreams, the exhaustion, smelling like poop, pee and puke and baby formula, sleepless nights and having play rave nights with the little angel, it all seemed to be worth it to see the little dimply smile appearing on her pretty face and hear her squeal.

It was very difficult from the very beginning for Harry though, his boss was nice enough let him work from home for the first four months and he was allowed to take his baby to work, they had dedicated day care at their office for working parents. Harry was able to go see her whenever he wanted and whenever he could. As Shyloh was getting bigger, she no longer just had her formula and played with herself and went to sleep, no, no, she was needing more attention now. Harry never hated even a single moment he spent playing with her but it was nice to get some rest for himself.

It would have been so much more easier if her mum would have decided to stick around and not abandon him and their daughter, but he couldn't force her to stay when she never wanted to.

Harry and his wife were together for eight years and married for six out of those eight. Their pregnancy wasn't planned but Harry couldn't be happier with the news that he is going to be a dad, have a family with someone who he loved so much. But his wife wasn't happy at all.

Harry still till this day did not know why she went on with the pregnancy if she wanted to just up and ditch, well, it kind of did turned out she has been cheating on him for years. He still believed the baby was his, told her it was her body and he would be there by her side no matter what her decision would be, but she still went through everything never making him the part of any of the doctor's appointments. He was lucky enough, he thought that she let him be in the labour and delivery room and witness his first child being born.

He was extremely heart broken that she never even wanted to see their daughter's face, as soon as she was given the green flag from her doctor she just left. Last time he saw her was month after in court to get a divorce, and had their properties divided according their individual investments. They had a child involved and upon the DNA testing it was proved that Shyloh was actually his daughter and his ex-wife did not wanted to have to do anything with him or the little girl. It was very hard for him to process everything, be there for Shyloh and continue work so he can provide for his baby. He own another flat where he moved when things started going bad with his ex-wife, and now he lives there with his daughter

Harry did everything in his power to give his Shyloh a comfortable life, read many books and articles about parenting, talked to his friends and family about how he can at least be a decent dad for his baby. But nothing could guide him through tiny little details like when she was grumpy what the reason behind that? Was she hurting? Was she sad that her dad wouldn't be there for as much? As she was switching onto more solids food, she'd have more upset tummy. It all comes with trials and errors, Harry figured she was very severely allergic to tree nuts, especially peanuts once he was starting to give her tiny amounts of fruit smoothies with other purees.

It took him a whole week to figure out that the reason of her being so tired and sleepy after breakfast was sugar crash from the little amounts breakfast smoothies he made for her. They weren't that sweet but he reckoned her stomach probably the size of her own tiny hand and it would be a lot to for her to process all the sugar, though it was all natural. He had called his mum and talked to her pediatrician to help navigate him through her diet.

It was very difficult when she started teething at just five months old, she had fever, upset tummy and what not and everything leading her to be grumpy most of the time. She'd only stop crying or whining when he would have her in his arms and walk around the house until she was in deep sleep, she wasn't even allowed to sit until she was asleep.

He always wondered how other parents described their children as very easy going and not grumpy at all. He had so many questions about his own parenting skills. He had to make peace with himself that he was doing everything in his power to learn and grow as a father.

It wasn't always the grumpy the sick times for Harry and Shyloh. Though Shyloh was completely opposite of her name, she was very chaotic especially after she learned to that she could babble and try to communicate with her father. When she started to turn over her tummy on her own Harry felt the proudest seeing her first successful accomplishment. But that just lead more to her chaos, she learned to drag herself anywhere she wanted with her elbow and swimming on the floor pushing her tiny body with her knees. She didn't knew how to crawl properly but oh lord she was so fast!

Harry had to spend a hefty sum of money to get his flat baby proofed after seeing that. He was very glad that he did because now Shyloh had really learned to crawl and through things and chase after them as they tumbled away from her, squealing and babbling in her own language she had made on her own.

All this while long, Harry had a really nice neighbour move in just next door. She was like an angel when Harry felt like he almost had it all when Shyloh wouldn't stop crying as he came back home from a long day at work. He wanted to cry like a baby himself.

"Hey, what's wrong, why is your baby crying?" He heard his neighbour say.

"I don't know, maybe she is hungry, and she is very sleepy." Harry said trying to unlock the damn door.

"Do you mind if I help?" She asked grabbing his attention.

He turned around to see a very gorgeous woman stood there in her baby blue scrubs, he reckoned she must be a doctor or a nurse.

"It doesn't look like she is sleepy. I am a doctor if, it's okay with you I'm more than happy to help." She offered. Shyloh had turned very red from all her crying, she just couldn't keep herself from being very ethical and examining someone at their door step and not in her office.

"Plea — please!" He sighed and quickly unbuckle his baby in her car seat. The girl was quick to take her out. Harry almost gasped as Shyloh stopped crying, all it took was to have her held faced down with her tummy pressed against the doctor's arm. He didn't know but he felt the safest having her handle his child than himself trying. The way she held Shyloh with her head cradled just between her elbow. Shy looked very cute like that, with her chubby cheek smooshed against the doctor's arm.

"It looks like she just has a bit of gas but she'll be fine." The doctor chuckled, "just give her the usual dose of her gripe water."

"Oh, I don't, I don't have that. What, what is that?" He felt so embarrassed to ask that question.

"It's supposed to help with digestion, how — I am sorry I can't really help you here I might get in trouble — how old is she?" She didn't seem to judge him for not knowing what that thing she just named was.

"Almost eight months. She'll be eight months old in exactly eleven days from today." Harry shared.

"I was just going to work if you want to bring her down to the hospital, so I can assist you with what you can do. If not then it's totally fine but make sure you take her to her pediatrician soon." She said.

"Yeah, yeah sure. I just want her to feel okay now." He rushed.

Shyloh was completely calm the whole five minutes drive to the nearest hospital where the doctor worked at. He remembered he did not got her name. Shyloh just held onto his blazer tightly with her head rested on his chest.

"It's okay love, you'll be fine yeah? Daddy is where with you." He smiled at her before pressing a kiss on her chubby cheek.

Upon the visit to the doctor's, he learned his neighbour doctor was assistant and he felt safer that she introduced him to a very well experienced doctor who checked Shyloh, asking if she is allergic to anything or not and general questions, doctor told his assistant what to do and left in hurry. Harry looked at his neighbour — or he should say Doctor now — worried.

"Don't worry, I apologise Dr. Smith have an emergency surgery to assist so he had to rush but you don't have to worry." She assured him.

"Yeah, thank you." He nodded watching her do a thorough check-up on his baby, "do I really have to be worried about something?"

"Nope," doctor looked up at him with a very assuring look, "she just have an upset stomach for now we'll just give her gripe water like I said." She explained, "you can pick up the prescription from the pharmacy. 5ML should be the dose."

"Thank you so much." Harry felt relieved, "is she supposed to have the gripe water before or after her meals?"

"It doesn't matter, you can give it to her anytime she has an upset stomach or when babies are colicky — it is not something be too worried about, it's when babies inhale a lot of air. It happens with completely fine babies too. And she is very healthy." Doctor seemed very good at explaining him what is going on with his baby. "You can check her tummy if it feels tight and it is followed by fussiness, it's probably upset stomach, gas or colic."

He watched carefully taking very detailed mental notes on what the doctor was talking about, she'd shown him a little trick to check if his baby is gassy or not, just by pressing her finger very gently over her tummy (which he found adorably sad that it made Shyloh squirm in giggles as it tickled it).

"In her case, she is teething so it is common for her feel this way." She added, checking on her gums.

"How many times can I give this, this gripe water to her in a day?" He asked.

"It is usually recommended about four to six time in 24 hours." She answered. He had few more follow up questions he wanted to asked.

"I am sorry if I am asking too many questions, but is it really safe? Her pediatrician said that some syrups and tonics make babies very sleepy and more grumpy." He hesitated.

"It's totally fine, we're here to help you. But yeah, it is safe. It's technically not a syrup or a tonic. But yeah, I would recommend you pay a visit to her doctor as this is something we have recommended to make her feel better for now. Maybe her doctor will recommend a different brand of gripe water or some alternatives which she would better handle."

Harry listened to her very carefully, he wasn't going to miss out any word she was saying. But it made the doctor sort of nervous talking about what he was asking.

"Oh okay, thank you so much." He picked up Shyloh from the check-up bed.

After that Shyloh slept peacefully. Harry was glad that she was feeling better that she slept like a baby, quite literally!

He'd made sure to take her to her pediatrician the very next day and plan out just a perfect diet for her, though she still had her formula. He was more relieved when her doctor confirmed it was very safe and nice option for Shyloh to give her the gripe water. It works wonders Harry had realised, and especially on his baby!

He was so thankful for his neighbour doctor that he really made her some cookies as a thank you gesture. This time he managed to get her first name instead of just last name.

He wondered how he hardly saw her, he remembered someone moving in the flat just right in front of his two months before Shyloh was born. Well, she is a doctor what does he except really? She must be working 24 hour long shifts and it is pretty self explanatory why he never saw her like he saw their other neighbours.

Harry was more surprised to see his boss visiting his neighbour a couple of day later, he learned that she is his daughter. Her father was the owner and CEO of the law firm he had been working at from past ten years.

He wasn't involved in any gossips around the office but he knew that his boss' oldest child was sixteen. He did talked about his kids around the office, Harry knew because he has been promoted to upper level post where he was in direct contact with his boss. It was then when his boss had forced him to go have dinner with them at YN's.

He didn't know if she was uncomfortable having him over or her having her dad over, but she did not mind having Shyloh over and played with her whilst his boss talked his ears out about this case they were working on.

"Uhhh, Baba, I am sure it's Shyloh's bed time can we just cut it short? I've got work in the morning." She interrupted their conversation.

"You work on Fridays now?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She nodded.

"Are you going to the court tomorrow as well?" He asked.

"Yeah." And she nodded again.

"Okay." The man nodded, stood up, grabbed his car keys from the coffee table and just left. Without saying a simple bye to his daughter sitting there right in front of him. YN sighed.

"I think I should leave now, I am sorry to be a trouble." Harry apologised trying to take Shyloh who was sat comfy on YN's lap, playing with her necklace.

"It's okay really," she smiled her assuring smile, "I just wasn't expecting him to come over, but I do not mind having you two over. My father is just like that, he just shows up out nowhere eats the food I make and just leaves. I guess he likes to have a home cooked meal sometimes." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry felt bad for her. "I couldn't say no to him as he is my boss."

"It's understandable, he is my dad afterall." She chuckled softly, "that's why I really can't say no to him too."

"He said you don't work on Fridays?" He asked.

"No, I have Fridays and Saturdays off. The shifts change every three to six months in my hospital." She explained.

"That sounds very tiring." He said, "but thank you so doing what you're doing you know, Shyloh and I slept like babies that night."

"Ah! No, thank you really for saying that, we don't often hear people saying that." Her face turned flush. "I, I apologise, but do not see her mum around?"

"She doesn't want to be around so it's just me and Shyloh." He did not felt bad or sad to share that now, he have accepted that if her mum really wanted to stay she would have and he is trying to be enough for his daughter.

"She seems very happy." YN smiled looking down at a tired Shyloh flashing her big green eyes at her, almost falling asleep. And she shied away smiling.

"I hope she is, try my best everyday."

"You could really do so much with what you know, it's okay to make mistakes and rectify them along the way. She's your first child you'll get the hang of it as she grows up. Parenting is not easy. I see most first time parents panic or feel anxious, even parents who've had kids before." She assured him.

"You seem very experienced with babies I saw that night. I know it must be very stupid of me to say because you work with them," he rushed.

"Nah it's good, I have been working with infants for just about two years now. But I have little half siblings I looked after since I was eight years old." She shared, "I like to think I am pretty decent at my job." She had a proud smile on her pretty face, as she should.

"I would agree, she stopped crying immediately."

"Something my grandma taught me as I said I used to look after my siblings." She bragged proudly, "babies really like being held like that."

"I don't know if I should ask you this but your dad mentioned something about the court, is everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Yeah, just hearing for some work." She shared vaguely.

"Oh please let me know if you need any help with anything." He offered, noticed that Shyloh was fast asleep holding tightly onto YN's hoodie in her fist, mouth agape as she drooled on the fabric.

"I am so sorry about that." He chuckled sheepishly taking his daughter.

"I work at a hospital, almost nothing disgusts me now it's okay!" YN giggled watching how comfortable Shyloh looked, it was adorable.

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From that night, Harry and YN have been very good friends.

Especially Shyloh, she loves YN so much she would ditch her own dad to be held by the girl who lives next door and snuggle her.

Harry and Shyloh were always invited to YN's for meals, which Harry was very grateful for although he did not understand how she did everything. Her house was always squeaky clean and she always managed to cook for herself though she had to be working 24 hours a day some times!

YN had even offered Harry that she could baby Shyloh for him seeing how stressed he was leaving his flat. He did not wanted to bother her as Shyloh was getting more and more rowdy as she was growing up. But it wasn't until he had to go to court for work and he had fired the baby sitter the day before for being ignorant at her job. He had called his mum asking if she could take in Shyloh for a the day as he does not want to take her to the court with him, he wasn't even sure if he could do that. His mum was busy and his older sister was out of town. That's when he decided to fake in YN's offer and leave his baby with her. He trusted her enough because one; she was a doctor and she knew more than him, and two; Shyloh loves YN.

The baby was napping in her automatic swing when Harry was finally able to gather all his nerves and go knock on her door. He needed to be on time and he could not loose this case as it was the biggest and most important case of his career. He could get promoted and get a raise, all he could think of it that he would be able to provide his daughter with a more comfortable life!

He checked up on the girlie before heading out. He saw YN by her door unlocking the door, her bag hanging from her shoulder. She was wearing blue scrubs today, her hair tied in a messy braid; she looked very tired and that gave him more anxiety.

"Hey!" She was the first to notice him, "you alright?"

"Hi, ye — yeah!" He nodded taking in a sharp breath, his clammy hands went up to rub against his pants, "I, I, I was just going to knock and ask if you could take in Shyloh for, for, for a few hours. But looks like you had a long shift."

"Oh, it's fine I can baby sit her." She sounded more energetic than she looked.

"It's fine, you, you look very tired. I'll just figure something else out." He said.

"Ummm, it's okay, if you want I can still look after her. Do you have anywhere to go urgent?"

"Yeah, I've got to go to court for a case." He explained, "I don't want to take her, I don't even know if I can take her in the first place."

"Okay, if it's not urgent give me thirty, I need to change out of dirty scrubs." She agreed.

"Are you really sure?" He enquired.

"Yes I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay, thank, thank you!" He stuttered with a smile.

For the day she had Shyloh with her and she was very tame for rhe entire time she was alone with YN. Harry did not wanted to be rude but he had cameras installed in his house to keep a check on Shyloh's other baby sitter, he felt guilty to check the live status on his phone during his break. He was very relieved seeing YN was giving Shyloh her lunch and they played afterwards.

YN very much enjoyed her day with Shyloh. She loves kids and babies that's why she chose her career to be around them. Yes, little humans can be very annoying but they are just very new to the world and they're learning from the moment they are out of the womb. Shyloh was very sweet rhe entire day though, she ate, she napped, she played and made YN chase her around the house but it was fine with her!

Harry had texted YN as soon as he left and thanked her, making a mental note to thank her again in person. He was so happy that he had won the case for his client and he was sure that he is going to get the promotion. By the time he was home Shyloh was already done having her dinner, with food all over her lips, her arms. He swore he even saw a few bits in her hair too, Harry laughed seeing her all messy she looked very adorable that made him want to die!

His giggles caught YN attention as she was picking up the bits of food from the floor which his daughter had dropped, or threw as it should be put. Shyloh was perched up on her high chair, her face lit up on seeing her dad.

"Dadda, Dadda, Dadda!" She started chanting banging her hands on the high chair in excitement, wanting to be hold by her dear Dadda immediately.

"Hello my little baby love!" Harry cooed as he walked up to his world and made sure to smile at YN who looked so much in awe seeing their bond. He scooped his baby up in his arms not caring that his black dress shirt would be covered in food as well, he took off her bib so she can snuggle into him. Shyloh was showered with affection and kisses making her hide away shyly into her dad's neck.

"Hey, you don't have to do that." Harry said seeing YN going to clean up the table of the high chair. "Thank you so much for looking after her, I don't know how I can pay you for that!"

"You don't have to, it's all fine," she smiled as she kept the roll of paper towels aside. "I, uhh, I made dinner for you as well so you don't have to worry about it."

"YN, you really didn't had to do that. Now I really owe you!" that made Harry's heart sore.

He hadn't had anyone care for him that way, even though it was meant in a very friendly way, it was just his mum and sister who thought about him like that. He really didn't know how he can pay her back for that. She is just too and sweet.

"You don't, I loved spending my day with her." YN told him, "she is pretty tired so she'll go to sleep anytime now."

"Yeah, looks like it." He looked at her daughter who was staring at YN in awe and most adorable smile. "Do you mind staying for dinner?"

He cringed at how that question sounded, "I mean that's the least I can do as you had to look after her all day."

"I would like to," she admitted not thinking much about how his question sounded, "but I've got plans with my best friend, I can't really turn her down as we haven't seen each other in a long time."

"I understand." He nodded, "but thank you so much again."

"You're making me feel bad now Harry with all your thank yous, and you're welcome!" She said, a little firmness in her tone earned a soft chuckle from him. "I should get going now, have a good night."

"Good night, YN!"

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It was that day onwards that YN would very often see baby Shyloh.

Both of them have became really good friends over time, she even helped him plan Shyloh's first birthday party. It was all balloons and Frozen themed, now Harry had came to conclusion that his daughter is obsessed with the movie, because when she is grumpy it is Frozen or she won't stop her crying. And it was a pain in ass to decorate his big ass flat for the party in celebration of his baby turning into a toddler now.

Shyloh now being able to walk and run around made everything even harder for Harry, she would not listen to him but only to his mum and YN who were there to help him.

Past four months were very happy and joyful for him more than being filled with stress and anxiety. He wasn't going to deny that he had really started to fall for someone again, but he didn't know if he wanted anything. Yes, as stupid as it sounds, Harry really liked YN, a lot!

She had her own fair share of struggle like him, it came up through their random conversations after Harry would get back home and Shyloh was off to bed. She was going through a divorce as well when she moved into her flat next door to him. Was it really bad he connected with her on that topic?

He didn't know, but he gave her kudos for going through that like a champ. He was crying mess for the first three months before Shyloh was born and she had taken away a fair bit of his sadness away just by existing and giving him the honour to be her father. That also made him want to keep his growing feelings to himself, she wouldn't want to have to deal with anyone romantically after getting out of a relationship.

All he saw that was she was very nice and kind to him, especially to his daughter who will always be his number one priority. That was enough for him. He wished he could have full control over his feelings!

YN felt very out of place at Shyloh's first birthday party, she looked a bit zoned out as she stood in a corner sipping her lemonade. Shyloh had her little cousins over for her party and had forgotten about everyone as she indulged in her play date with her cousins. Harry's mum and sister were around the kids so he approached YN.

"Hey, you okay?" He worried seeing her eyes extra glossy.

"Yeah, just a little tired." She shared.

Well, that was new. At least to him it was. YN always denied to be ever tired and today she was admitting to be one. She is a human after all what was he expecting, her to not ever be tired?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, "but do you at least want to stay till dinner?"

"I don't want to intrude," shaking her head she set her empty cup on the counter by the sink, "I am just going to go see her give her the presents and go."

"You're not intruding anything." He told her, "please?"

"Harry, are you sure about that?" she asked a little concerned.

She was a little out of place with her thoughts. YN really enjoyed her time with Shyloh even though it meant nothing more than being her baby sitter. For her the little girl always held a special place in her heart, not even just Shyloh but all of her tiny patients as well. Though it was a little difficult for her as she lost her own baby girl who suffered with sever bad conditions, she was born 16 weeks early. Though she had chances to live and YN was in and out of consciousness too it was her ex-husband who made the decision to stop the treatments and surgeries required to help their baby survive. Her little girl had the highest rates of surviving and she'd be three years old today going off to school already. Her and her ex-husband ended up getting into a huge fight over it.

Well, she was the mother of the baby who died in front of her it was not easy for her and she was willing to do any and everything needed to make her baby healthy. YN knew she wanted to be a mother though her pregnancy wasn't planned and a total surprise, she was still very ecstatic to be a mum herself. That's what ended her perfectly healthy relationship with her husband as she felt so guilty for not being enough for the baby she decided to bring into the world, also him not finding it important enough to at least talk to her before taking any major decisions. It really sucked and still does!

"Yeah," Harry nodded, "you really okay YN? You look a little lost..."

"Yeah, I, I, I'm good." She lied because she would have to talk about things making her upset today, also she didn't wanted to ruin his day as it's his daughter's first birthday after all. And she didn't liked to talk about it because talking made it worse.

"I don't believe you," he squinted his eyes suspiciously.

"I promise, I just need some rest really," she assured him.

"Okay, I won't force you then," he smiled.

Harry looked extra handsome today, with an extra layer of glow over his face. His dimples never leaving his pretty face, barely there stubble which seemed to be his new look. He was rather very happy today as it was one of his daughter's accomplishments, than dwelling in sadness that his little princess is growing up so fast.

YN gave into Harry's puppy eyes and stayed until the cake cutting, she just stood to a side and watched. Harry was on his knees as he held up a small cake and very hyper Shyloh against his chest. He helped her blow out the candle. It did not take even a second for Shyloh to smash the cake and pick out a fist of frosting and cake to munch on.

Harry was sure she is going to have a bad sugar crash, but it was all excused today!

The other cake was cut up and given to the kids, they were mainly Shyloh's little cousins. The party was calmed down a little as all the kids were either asleep or halfway asleep. Shyloh herself was all cuddled up against her grandma Anne on the sofa, bundled up in her fuzzy blanket.

"Harry?" YN called, he was talking to his own cousins but he'd excuse himself, "I'm really sorry I have to go now, my friend's here and we had plans to stay in and stuff."

"Oh okay," he nodded.

Okay now that was not the reaction he was expecting to have. But who is this friend? He is jealous already?

"See you tomorrow for breakfast?" He asked with hopeful glaze to his eyes. Now meeting up for breakfast at each others flats was a very recurring event for both of them.

"Definitely," she nodded.

Harry walked YN to the door like he always does even though she lives right next door to him.

"Finally you're here, I've been standing here for an hour!" YN's friend exclaimed dramatically, with a sarcasm coating her tone. It earned a giggle from her. It's been not more than a couple of minutes really.

Now Harry was very shocked to see her friend. It was Laura, his ex-wife's little sister! He didn't wanted to panic as it was just her sister. And Laura didn't had much of a good relationship with her older sister, she didn't even show up for their wedding, so Harry doesn't think there should be any issues with seeing her.

"Harry?" Laura was of course a little surprised to see him.

"Hey Laura," he smiled awkwardly.

"You guys know each other?" YN was stood there confused.

"Yeah, he is Blake's ex husband." Laura explained which made things more awkward.

"Okay let's not talk about it, it was nice seeing you Laura," Harry said.

"Yeah," the blonde said.

YN was very grateful for Harry closing in door as the awkward vibes were too strong from where she stood.

"That was rude!" YN pointed out.

"Yeah, he is sort of rude!" Laura rolled her eyes.

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you idiot!" YN opened the door to her flat and they both stepped in.

"What? Is there something going on with you two?" Laura asked, a little teasing lilt to her tone.

"No, why would you think that?" YN got defensive.

"I mean, he's a nice guy I didn't liked him for my sister. Mainly because my sister was a total bitch to him." She explained, plopped down on the sofa.

"What actually happened?" YN enquired.

"She was cheating on him, it got all nasty, their baby was Paternity tested turned out she was indeed Harry's baby. But it did not ended well. She cheated on him with a much younger guy," Laura explained. Though YN has never met Blake but she's heard nothing but bitchy and bad things about her from her sister.

"Oh that's bad!" YN cringed at what Harry's ex-wife did.

"I know," Laura nodded.

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It was the very next day, YN was invited for breakfast at Harry's.

It was a disaster!

"Shyloh, no!" Harry sighed but the girl picked up toys from from the box and threw them around and waddled away fast from her father. She was being very cheeky today, making a mess out of all the toys she have.

Harry was proud of himself that he haven't had her open her presents yet. It would be war zone in his living room. He was just trying to clear her toys out of the way so he wouldn't accidentally step on them and break them.

"Hello," YN said, she was greeted by Shyloh already holding her hands up for the lady to pick her up. So YN did. She indeed is a little princess and have everyone wrapped around her tiny finger.

"I'm so sorry everything is a mess," Harry rushed into the kitchen to save his already burnt pancake. At least an attempt went into saving the poor little pancake.

"Please don't burn down your house," YN called from living room smelling the burnt pancake.

"I won't," he assured her.

Harry looked adorable with a yellow floral printes apron tied around his neck and waist, over a simple white tshirt and grey sweat pants. It was very rare for YN that she got to see him casuals or comfy wear, he is always dressed for work, or semi formal for most of the time.

Same went for her. Harry have mostly seen her in scrubs (except for when she is handling Shyloh or baby sitting her), YN's always in baggy hoodie and her staple black pair of sweat pants. But today she was wearing a flowy long, dress. Very summery. She had her hair styled up in a bun at the back of her head, like she is all ready and dressed up to go somewhere. Now Harry didn't wanted to be creepy and ask why she is so dressed up, he didn't had an explanation to back up his weird question. So, he stuck with just admiring her.

He was always amazed at how she was so good at handling Shyloh. Well she do have a ton of younger siblings so she must have practice. But right now she have Shyloh in her lap as her and Harry had their breakfast, she wasn't bothered by the toddlers germy hands grabbing her food as she helped herself. Shyloh did not wanted to be put down so she can play by herself like she usually does, she really likes hanging around YN it looks like.

"You really find the time for yourself and your family huh?" Harry brought up a conversation starter.

"Yeah, since my divorce about 18 months ago it's been easier to manage the time well," she shared.

And it has been. YN was always busy with her own home, and going for her residency program, being with her then husband. She had a whole house to take care of though her ex-husband did helped her around. He had four dogs who needed to be walked two times a day, since YN lived with him, she willingly had taken up the responsibility to walk the dogs once a day.

Also there was a lot of toll been taken on her, emotionally, mentally and physically after her child loss. Though her step mum and her mother-in-law convinced her and her ex-husband to stay together for about two years, it did not worked out. But since then she has been able to make time for her own self care, go put with her coworkers or her only friend, occasionally go see her grandma at her resting place or siblings. Also keep up with her job!

She had gotten her life back together like a pro, she preferred to say.

"I understand," Harry smiled, he truly did understand her.

Now Harry was contemplating whether or not he should make the move to ask YN out on a date. He really liked her, like a lot!

He just didn't wanted to ruin the friendship they both had.

After hearing that YN has finally gotten her life back together and has been doing amazing on her own, he did not wanted to get her into another romantic commitment. He'd feel very bad and guilty. He has had enough time in his opinion to get in terms with his heartbreak and his own divorce, he also did not wanted to assume that she would have been too!

"What do you think a 10 year old would dream of to get on his birthday?" She asked.

"It depends on what that 10 year old is interested in," Harry shrugged.

"He is really into those Batman and Superman things. DC to be exact." YN shared.

"Then it could be anything. I know it makes everything harder, but as a 10 year old I always wanted a Batman costume." He smiled sheepishly.

"Ahh interesting," she nodded already looking to be running equations to find a perfect birthday present.

"Who is this ten year old by the way?" He was stuffing his face with pancakes as he was super hungry.

"My brother," YN said. Harry just nodded.

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Harry was glad he didn't talked to YN about his feelings that day. Now it's been a couple of weeks. She's also been very busy with work where as he had more free time on his hands.

As universe seem to hate him, his ex-wife had showed up at door just that same day asking if she could see Shyloh or not.

He is really not going to let her see his baby this easily. For fucks sake, she didn't even know what the child was named!

Luckily Shyloh was put down for her mid afternoon nap so he got time on his hand to take care of the situation. Harry isn't really going to separate his baby from her mother, but she is a bitch which is given. He had very mixed feelings about it. He talked to his mum, his dad, his sister even his friends about it. All of them gave him vague answers which made his thoughts go extra wild. At last he let Blake see Shyloh for one hour under his supervision. He still had a soft spot for her, at last he have lived her for nearly a decade!

She seemed happy to see Shyloh, or at least that's what it looked to be. His mum was nice enough to go with him so she can take the baby with her whilst he talked to Blake.

"What do you want Blake?" He aske.

"I just want to see her, I, I know I fucked up real bad. But, but, I just want you to know I am very sorry for what I did." She explained.

"That wouldn't change the first year of my daughter's life without her mother, Blake, that's one shit of an excuse." He was very firm with what he had set his mind on, "now what's the reason for you coming back?"

All he got was silence in answer.

"That's enough of an answer for me," he sighed. It was very obvious the guy have dumped her, "I don't want you around my daughter and I'm going to make that very clear here. At least until she is old enough to understand what's good and bad for her."

"You can't just take her away from me, I am her parent too!" She argued.

"You lost that right the moment you left the hospital not even a day after giving birth to her." He said.

"I'll go to court," she threatened him. Or at least tried to.

"Whatever you please," with that he had left the park and went back home to take time for himself. Shyloh was with her Grandma Anne having a fun day shopping, she was also going to get her first hair cut today.

Well, that plan of not caring even if Blake wants to take matters to court again was scratched. Harry did not had a strong enough proof to be able to keep his daughter away from her legally. He would have to prove that she is not a fit parents for her. There might be an argument that she decided to hand over the entire custody of Shyloh to Harry but she can always change her mind.

Blake have seen Shyloh all for two more times after the park. Both the times were a huge disaster with Shyloh not wanting to go anywhere near her own mother and was clung to her dad all the time.

Harry was coming back home from work late luckily YN was able to take in Shyloh last moment. He was hoping she is already asleep so he can just go to bed as well. As it should be given by now, universe hates him Blake was waiting for him down stairs. Her body language screamed awkward.

"Can I help you with anything?" He asked her.

"Can I see Shy?" She asked. Harry just sighed and told her go with him.

"Hey, I'm back," Harry announced like usual as he opened the door to his flat. He found Shyloh fast asleep on YN's chest who was almost falling asleep herself, they were both bundled up on the sofa. Now Blake's presence did not affected the way he found the scene the most adorable scene. Shyloh looked carefree, like she is sleeping on her sacred safe place.

Harry really sometimes got jealous of how close Shyloh is to his mum and YN!

Harry's announcement already ruined YN's sleep enough but seeing Blake there made her face fall even more.

"I'm sorry she is asleep," Harry made an excuse to have Blake leave, kindly.

"Now what is she doing here?" Blake asked, her voice almost made Shyloh flinched as Harry was in process of taking her from YN.

"What is your prob —"

Harry was interrupted by YN, "Harry, I'm gonna go now. I've got to go to work." She said and without giving him an opportunity to even say his bye, she walked out the door shutting it behind her.

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It was the next morning that Blake had came over again to see Shyloh which she hated every moment of but indulged in her delicious breakfast, she's still a tiny human afterall she's gonna do what tiny humans please to do. Some times they brutally ignore you and that's how it is!

Blake did not liked that at all. After Shyloh was done Harry had left her be and play on her own and be a baby. He had a very busy day ahead of him, luckily his sister was free to take his daughter in for the day. He was busy on a call and packing up a small bag for Shyloh with change of clothes as she is a very messy toddler, and her favourite stuffie she liked to sleep cuddling with.

"Don't feed her that," he called out Blake who was sharing her peanut butter sandwich with Shyloh. She seemed very interested in sandwich trying to pull it from Blake's hands now and almost throwing a tantrum, for merely making a mess of it and she has had a few bites when Harry wasn't looking. She was stood on sofa next to Blake.

"Shyloh, no get away!" Blake was trying her best to not let her fall off the sofa whilst also handling a glass plate in her hand. "Harry?"

"Oh god, what did you do?" Harry rushed to get Shyloh off the sofa, she has been handful since she has started walking. She was laughing and giggling, enjoying that she is annoying Blake. "You did not just feed that to her!" He noticed a bit of peanut butter on her small mouth, all over her clothes and the sofa as well.

"She ate it!" Blake defended herself, "I'm not going to say no to her!"

"Well she is allergic to —" he noticed that Shyloh started coughing choking of a piece of bread, it's been a good few minutes since she ate that. "Hey, hey Shy, baby you okay?" He exclaimed as he patted her back trying his best not to panic.

"What's going on!" Blake was panicking as well.

"She is allergic to peanuts you idiot!" He yelled, "get the damn car keys!" He rushed out without bothering to put shit shoes on, basically sprinting down the stairs. If Blake was even a minute late now he was going to sprint for the hospital, worrying the situation might escalate quickly. He's a panicky parent to say the least.

Everything seemed very blur to him as he sat in the back seat as Blake drove his car to the nearest hospital. It got worse when Shyloh's breaths started becoming uneven.

"Don't drive like a fucking worm! Hurry up!" He exclaimed.

"I am, I am," Blake stuttered.

"Hey look at me princess, please!" He gave Shyloh her space as she was still coughing, "it's okay," she looked so scared that she wanted to cry but couldn't as she couldn't breath. At this moment Harry rather have her cry her lung out than seeing her like that. He knew how the first time the reaction escalated so quickly it never happened again, he had made sure it never happened again. He was acting up quickly this time.

Shyloh was rushed to the ER room luckily he bumped into YN on the way.

"What, what happened?" She asked taking Shyloh from him.

"She, she, she ate peanut butter sandwich," he explained as he followed her to the ER.

"Doctor Alaina, we have a one year old female with a food induced anaphylaxis reaction," she lied Shyloh down on the bed and stepped aside so ER doctors can check up on her.

"Is she, is she going to be fine?" Harry asked, worriedly stuttering.

"She is, she is," YN assured him, "you brought her before it got worse. Dr. Alaina have got it from here, don't worry."

"What did she eat and how long it's been?" Doctor asked.

"I don't know what amount but it was peanut butter sandwich, about, about, about fifteen minutes ago. She's allergic." Harry explained. "Can't you go in there? Please?" He trusted YN more with Shyloh other than he did he with other, mainly because it is her job and she is good at it.

"You're not letting her treat our daughter Harry," Blake made it clear.

"It's an ER, Harry, trust me she is going to be fine. I need you to please stay calm so doctor to can take a good look at Shy, yeah?" YN tried to ignore Blake as she tried to calm down a panicking Harry before he was dragged out for making a commotion by security. She was used to dealing with people being rude to her. Harry was holding onto her hand in replace of a hug he felt like he needed.

"What do you know, you couldn't even keep your own baby alive for more than two days, so can you just get the fuck out of here?" Blake looked very moved with incident with the Shyloh, she didn't realise her voice was loud that it made everyone go silent in the room.

YN never expected that to come from her like that, ever!

It was still a very sensitive topic for YN that she totally avoided to talk about it, even during her therapy session she still to go to sometimes. That's what still always haunts her and she couldn't help blame herself for loosing her child. She just glanced at Harry who looked very blanked out, pulled her hand out of his grip.

"Okay," she nodded and just left the room.

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It was just an hour later Dr. Alaina had went to see YN in her office during the lunch break. She was a crying mess at those traumatic days flashed forward her eyes all over again.

"Hey, YN are you okay?" Alaina asked.

"I don't know," YN shook her head, "can I please, please hug you?"

"Come here," Alaina was quick to gather her in a hug, "what happened there if you don't mind me asking? I didn't know you were pregnant and had a child."

"I lost her," she sniffled trying to tune down her sobbing.

"You want to talk about it?" Alaina suggested.

"I was pregnant before I joined here, had to give birth to my baby at 24 weeks," she tried to go through the story as best as she could without choking on her words.

"It's okay, sit down" Alaina had her sat down, "you don't have to talk about it okay, it's okay!"

"I tripped down the stairs because the dog came in the way, I don't know what happened next. She, she was healthy enough to be taken care of here in the hospital. It, it all got messy, Veer asked to stop the treatments on her. I really, really, really do wish I was not going in and out of consciousness, she would have been here with me!" YN cried.

YN always wanted to be a mum, most people decide when or if they want to have babies well in their early teens and she did too. She lost her own mother the day after she was born, it was heartbreaking enough that it was also a reason why her own dad hated her. That she was the reason her mum not being here anymore, she couldn't help but naturally put the blame of loosing her own child on herself. That's what she shared with Alaina.

"Hey, it wasn't your fault. You weren't in your best condition to say anything." Alain tried to console her though she was a lot calmer now, "you can only do so much with the knowledge you have, and that's what we say to our patients, don't we?"

"It is easier to say that," YN argued, "I didn't see that coming it was embarrassing!"

"How does she know that? I thought you and Shyloh's dad were a thing," Alaina said.

"What no," she shook her head, "we're not!"

"Then who the fuck she is?"

"She is Shyloh's mother," YN said.

"Why do I feel like there is an and coming after it?"

"Because there is, and she is the lady my ex-husband cheated on me with," YN explained.

"Oh my god, that's a whole different kind of fucked up shit!" Alaina gasped.

"Mhm," YN agreed, "found 'em right in our bed. Naked."

"What the fuck!" The girl looked like she haven't heard anything similar before. Well, YN still liked to believe there are nice people who don't cheat on their partners, clearly her ex-husband isn't one of them.

Of course she was a little heartbroken last night. She really grown to have feelings for Harry, for fucks sake they have spent all her free time from work together since the day she baby sat Shyloh for the first time. But what she do of he have decided to get back with his life? Nothing at all!

Her husband cheating on her seemed nothing compared to what she had burdened on herself. Blake yelling that in the middle of hallway at the hospital she worked at, yeah she wanted to shrink into a small particle and disappear. She had a two day shift which she was grateful of as she wouldn't have to face Harry at all.

Shyloh was sent back home a hour or so later, Dr. Alaina had made sure to monitor her well before sending her home. It was a nightmare for Harry.

"Hello, did you had a good nap?" Harry cooed seeing Shyloh was up from her nap, her hair sticking out in all crazy ways and she had her bunny clutched into her chest. "Come on, get up on the sofa," he patted the cushion next to him urging her to climb up herself. Harry had to call the day off from work. Shyloh climbed up and crawled up on his lap to get some after nap snuggles.

"Looks like you had a great nap, you've got pillow lines on your face," he chuckled seeing how sleepy she still is, he flattened her hair and pressed a kiss on her head as she snuggled more into him. "Hey you're not going back to sleep now, you won't be sleeping at night then."

Well, Shyloh could care less about what he had to say. He was the cosiest and most safest place to take a big gat nap on.

"You think I should go and talk to YN about what happened today?" He asked her as if she is going understand, she's half asleep already, "I know what Blake said was wrong, very wrong, but I think I should really go talk to her, what do you think?"

"Okay you're half asleep," he sighed, "what do you think about her?"

Shyloh pushed away with her tiny hand placed on his chest, her look was more like a death glare, "okay I'll stop talking. You can go back to sleep." She smiled and went back to sleep.

He texted YN asking if he could see her after she gets off work, he didn't get any reply for two days until he saw her in the hallway getting home from work. Harry was starting to kinda get worried as he did not see her for three days straights after that incident at hospital, then he remembered she is a doctor and doctor's have the most unpredictable work schedules. But those days were very difficult for him mainly because he didn't had a friend to talk his heart out or have the most random conversations with.

"Hey, YN," he said hesitantly noticing that she subtly clasped her hands behind her back so Shyloh wouldn't want ask to be held by her. She did that usually after she is back from work and in her dirty scrubs.

"Uhh... Hi," she said.

"Haven't seen you in a few days," he said hesitantly trying to hold onto a very active toddler, "I, uhh, I wanted to talk to you about —"

"It's, it's fine Harry! I don't want to talk about it," she interrupted him, "I am used to it, people get frustrated when their loved ones are sick and unwell and it comes with my job. I get it she is Shyloh's mother and she was concerned. We had other doctors there to take care of her."

"I know, but what she wasn't right, you were just trying to help. That's not fair and I want to apologise, I'm really sorry!" his tone was soft as he spoke.

"I really appreciate that," she nodded and got inside her flat and shut the door.

"She's upset," he sighed looking at a concerned Shyloh. She pouted and hugged him hiding away in his chest. Now he didn't know if she really understood or she was just sleepy, but he was the safest place for her to let loose and sleep. It melted his heart. He was just about to het into his own flat when he heard YN's door click open, she was wearing her house slippers as she frantically tried to lock her door.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, just left my bag and food in the car." She shared finally being able to lock her door successfully. She was indeed very tired that she forgot her stuff in the car. Hospitals definitely do not have the comfiest of beds for doctors to rest for a couple of hours between their shifts, she was dreading to go back to sleep in her own bed. So she sprinted downstairs and got her stuff. Found Harry missing from where he stood, instead his flat door was wide open.

Just as she was about to get in her own flat, it was his turn to come out now free hands. Looked like he left Shyloh to play with her toys for a moment.

"Hey, YN can we please like talk?" He asked again.

"Yeah, but I told you Harry it's fine. Like, I'm used to people lashing out on me. I get it, her daughter was sick. I can't imagine how she must have felt that moment. So it's okay," she assured him.

"You don't have to put on your white coat in front of me. I know she said something way too personal to you that she shouldn't have. And I wanna apologise for that, I dunno how she knows something that personal to you but I am really sorry," he explained himself, "she won't be around anymore, I've sorted things out. I, I am just really sorry about what happened."

"I'm sure you did what felt right to you, and uhhhh, good for you. You really don't have to apologise." She smiled.

"Can I ask you what she meant with that?" He asked.

"I lost my baby girl about three, uhhh— three years ago. And she is the one my, my ex-husband cheated on me with." She stuttered her explaination trying not to cry, "I, I guess that's why she was so triggered, but that's okay."

"That's not okay," he told her, "come in with me." He carefully reached for her hand and dragged her in with him.

Shyloh there was in her own world, playing in the heap of her toys. Which was going to be pain in butt for Harry clean up later, but anything for her highness princess Shyloh.

"What she did was not okay at all, alright? You said it yourself, you can so much with the information you have, you don't have to let her walk all over you like that." His voice was so soft, as if he was trying to calm down a toddler. YN was taking in long breaths in order to keep her tears from spilling. "Her negative feelings shouldn't be an excuse to use such a sensitive topic against you."

"I know," she agreed, "but you don't know the whole story. So it's, it's okay."

"Then tell me the whole story, darling." He cooed taking half a step closer to her, "if it's not obvious enough that I like you. I'll word it to you that I like you, a lot. You've been a complete angel for me and especially Shyloh."

YN felt overwhelmed, no one has talked to her like that. No one has really shown interest in knowing what she is going through unless it's a part of gossip. Him confessing what he felt (which she did not saw coming at all) for her was just cherry on top and a hard hammer on her dam of tears.

"Hey it's okay, c'mere," he cooed bringing her in a hug, "it's okay. I'm here." He assured her. YN somehow managed to vent to him in between her sobs.

"I'm sorry. Can't imagine what you're going through love but it's okay it wasn't your fault trust me. You did the best you could right?" His fingers flexed in the back of her head. "'S 'kay love." He whispered and gave her all the time she needed to calm down

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"Daddy, Mummy YN said we can go to park!" Shyloh went running to her dad who was working in his office.

It scared Harry how fast she is growing up. It was yesterday when they celebrated her first birthday, and she just turned 6 yesterday.

YN's been there. Always, for Harry especially Shyloh. Her mum finally gave up when she was 3 and left for good, but YN was there. She loves Shyloh like her own. Shy was just recently started calling YN Mummy, because she heard her own dad call her grandma that. YN was over the moon to hear her say that.

"Really?" Harry asked, trapping her in between his arms and attack her with kisses.

"Mhmm," she giggled, "and she said we can go see the baby today!"

"Yeah?" Harry smiled, "are you going with your Mummy?"

"Hmm," she nodded, "she got many gifts for Ms. Kayla yesterday, I helped Mummy YN pick out a cardigan for her, a very pwetty pink dress, and I got her some cookies."

"She's definitely going to love that," Harry assured her. "Are you going to say Hi to her from Daddy?"

"Of course," she agreed, she gave him a quick kiss on his lips before she ran out to where YN was. Harry followed her out.

"Mummy can we get cupcakes when her come back?" She asked.

"Of course baby," YN agreed, "do you want to bake them at home?"

"Mhmm," she nodded.

"These are lots of gifts." Harry announced his presence there to the duo.

"Oh Hi, didn't see you there," YN smiled and greeted him with a gentle kiss on his mouth. "You sure you can't come with us?"

"I wish, I've got some work to do so that I can spend Christmas with my girls." He sighed.

"Have fun Daddy," Shyloh teased him, giggling mess.

"I will try my best," he nodded. "Drive safely okay?"

"Mhmm," YN was granted with another kiss before Harry went back to his office.

Yes, they've been together since that day onwards. Five years together, they're finally having a baby. Through a surrogate, YN was a bit too weak to carry a fetus to full term, it was fairly an easy decision for her though. It was one long process but they're finally getting what they've been trying for. They're having a little boy who is due exactly on Harry's birthday, which is wild in his opinion. He just really hopes he gets to have a birthday twin.

Shyloh on the other hand is very excited to have a sibling, a baby brother to be exact. Since the day her parents have told her about this news she's been asking questions up, down and front. Whilst Harry found it difficult to answer her curious questions given the fact she is only 6 and ask where babies come from, YN found it fairly easy.

Well, Harry was jealous his daughter was more close to YN because she had answer to her every question. It wasn't fair, because she is a doctor, a children's doctor to be exact and she knows how to deal with little humans. Good thing he's marrying her next year, because she is a keeper for him.

He didn't how he survived whole day in a very silent house. He is so used to hearing YN and Shyloh always giggling and squealing, or crying watching movies and cartoons. Now he have been thinking about this a lot, even talked to his daughter about it. But he doubts she fully understands it just yet given the fact she just turned 6.

He wanted YN to adopt Shyloh, basically be her legal guardian. Not that it needed to be on the paper for her to be Shyloh's mother, that was the given fact. She is Shyloh's Mummy. He had seen her get along with Shyloh so well since she was 6 months old, teach her all the little things a mother can do way better than he can ever do. Well she makes her eat her Veggies and drink a glass of milk everyday, she is doing something right!

But YN was so happy when Shyloh called her Mummy for the first time, it was a surprise for him too of course. She was smiling and giggling to herself as she went on about with her day of chores around the house they've moved in recently. Of course Shyloh was tailing behind her, maybe helping her a few times but mostly doubling her work. He came home that day to find them both fast asleep on the rug with toys all over the living room.

Harry had talked to Shyloh, she is a very smart kid. She sort of understood what her dad was saying, or at least that's what he likes to think. He have even hinted this at YN but she was too oblivious to put pieces together, she would just get excited on his random and weird questions about Shyloh.

"Hey Shy?" He called her, she was taking her box of toys back to her room to play there, but she dropped it then and there to run to him.

"Yes Daddy?" She climbed up on his lap, where he was sat on his office chair.

"You know how you called YN Mummy last night, yeah?" He reminded her and she nodded, "where did you learn that from?"

"I dunno," she shrugged, "You call Grandma Mummy. Grandma says that's because she took care of you when you were a little baby, and because she loves you. YN takes care of me and she says she loves me."

Her explaination made his heart swell, "mhmm," he nodded, "I'm not saying this to break your heart baby love, but you know she is not your real Mummy right? We have talked about this? But do you want her to be your Mummy?" He rushed his last question so she doesn't get heart broken.

"Yeah!" She beamed at him, "she is my mummy."

"I love you, princess." He sighed and hugged her.

"Come on, let's go have a tea party!" And he was dragged to her play room, forced to wear a tootoo and have tea party that day.

Now he was sat in his office, house was eerily empty until he heard YN's car pull up in the driveway. He heard Shyloh rant about something, but she soon came running into his office.

"Dadda, Ms. Kayla gave me so presents, you want to see them?" She squealed.

"Of course," he nodded and went out with her. Turned out Kayla, their surrogate sent many presents for Shyloh as well as for him and his Fiancé, but not as many as Shyloh.

"You've toys for next ten years now," Harry commented seeing her rip off wrapping paper from all her gifts. YN handed him a bag.

"She gave this for us, do you wanna open it?" She asked. "She said her dad made these."

"Mhmm," he took the bag and fished out the contents in it. Those were two matching knitted jumpers in it, which were not ugly.

"Daddy look, I have one too!" Shyloh gasped.

"Oh, looks like we're going to match this Christmas." YN chuckled.

"Shy, do you wanna give Mummy one of our presents now?" He asked.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She got excited and ran after him to his office again. That's where he had kept all of the presents he got for his girls.

"Okay, I am nervous," Harry sighed looking for the file he kept hidden from YN for about a month now.

"Don't be nervous Daddy," Shyloh patted his shoulder, "you just take a few deep breaths and kick your demons in the bum!" That's what he says to her when she's cry after having a nightmare. He laughed.

"Okay, they're kicked." He sighed again but to calm himself. "Go call YN in here."

"Mummy, come in here please!" She yelled from there and not bothered to go out.

"Yeah?" YN was there in no time.

"Sit," she dragged her to the sofa and made her sit there and climbed next to her, "Dadda?" She asked for the file like a boss.

"Okay..." He chuckled dragging the word and handed her the file.

"YN, will you be my Mummy, please?" Shyloh asked giving her the file. YN was confused for a moment before she opened the file and read the first few lines. Her breath hitched read the papers.

"Are you sure?" She looked up at Harry, who was still stood by his desk sitting on the edge with his arms around his chest. He nodded. "Oh I love you!" YN whispered turning back to Shyloh tears pooling in her eyes, she wrapped the little girl in her embrace.

"I love you too," Shyloh giggled as YN tickled her sides. "You did not answer my question."

"Oh, yes! Of course I will be your Mummy!" YN chuckled.

"Yay!" Shyloh celebrated. Harry walked upto his girls with a pen, crouched in front of them on his knees. "Are going to sign it?" YN nodded at her question and took the pen from Harry and signed wherever he pointed at. Shyloh looked at her like someone looks at the moon. YN chuckled at the realisation.

"I officially announced you both, Mother and Daughter. Bless." Harry said, making both of them fall in fit of laugh.

"I love you both so much!" Is all YN could say before she started crying happy tears, "this is the best present I've ever gotten!"

"We love you more," Harry whispered, pressing a kiss on her forehead he hugged her pulling Shyloh along.

They're officially amd legally a family now, with a little baby angel on his way too!

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currently going through my asks!!! some fics have been a bit difficult to find so I’ll post them and see if anyone may know of them!!

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Anytime!!!! but yes please 🤲🤲🤲 a crumb more would be very much appreciated!!!!!

More Harry Styles Fic Recs

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FOR JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND MARCH

One Shots:

Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO - @sumptuoushstyles-blog

five seconds - @autumn-sunflowers

knight in skinny jeans - @stylesharrys

Partners in Crime - @watchmegetobsessed

Golden - @hunflowers

Quid Pro Quo - @talesofstyles

Casual - @cupid-styles

Swan Lake - @enthusiasticharry

Serendipity - @justlemmeadoreyou

Afterparty - @chaoticloving

Sweet Symphonies - @smuttyaf

Baby Steps - @enthusiasticharry

Uptown Girl - @thestoryofusstan

Series:

Your Love AU - @theydontknowaboutusimagines

The Royal Series - @harrylilies

Eight Count - @hsdiaries

Portfolio - @nationalharryleague

Petal - @autumn-sunflowers

Now You're In My Life - @justmystyles

Old Grudges | Part 2 - @watchmegetobsessed

Secret Little Rendezvous - @justlemmeadoreyou

All that you are - @stylesharrys

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More Harry Styles Fic Recs

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FOR JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND MARCH

One Shots:

Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO - @sumptuoushstyles-blog

five seconds - @autumn-sunflowers

knight in skinny jeans - @stylesharrys

Partners in Crime - @watchmegetobsessed

Golden - @hunflowers

Quid Pro Quo - @talesofstyles

Casual - @cupid-styles

Swan Lake - @enthusiasticharry

Serendipity - @justlemmeadoreyou

Afterparty - @chaoticloving

Sweet Symphonies - @smuttyaf

Baby Steps - @enthusiasticharry

Uptown Girl - @thestoryofusstan

Series:

Your Love AU - @theydontknowaboutusimagines

The Royal Series - @harrylilies

Eight Count - @hsdiaries

Portfolio - @nationalharryleague

Petal - @autumn-sunflowers

Now You're In My Life - @justmystyles

Old Grudges | Part 2 - @watchmegetobsessed

Secret Little Rendezvous - @justlemmeadoreyou

All that you are - @stylesharrys

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More Harry Styles Fic Recs

------------ ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍓🍒🍄 ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ------------

FOR JANUARY, FEBRUARY, AND MARCH

One Shots:

Y/N is a CEO, Harry is also a CEO - @sumptuoushstyles-blog

five seconds - @autumn-sunflowers

knight in skinny jeans - @stylesharrys

Partners in Crime - @watchmegetobsessed

Golden - @hunflowers

Quid Pro Quo - @talesofstyles

Casual - @cupid-styles

Swan Lake - @enthusiasticharry

Serendipity - @justlemmeadoreyou

Afterparty - @chaoticloving

Sweet Symphonies - @smuttyaf

Baby Steps - @enthusiasticharry

Uptown Girl - @thestoryofusstan

Series:

Your Love AU - @theydontknowaboutusimagines

The Royal Series - @harrylilies

Eight Count - @hsdiaries

Portfolio - @nationalharryleague

Petal - @autumn-sunflowers

Now You're In My Life - @justmystyles

Old Grudges | Part 2 - @watchmegetobsessed

Secret Little Rendezvous - @justlemmeadoreyou

All that you are - @stylesharrys

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OLD GRUDGES (part 2)

A/N: hello hello! it is quite the miracle, but im here with the second part already!! hopefully i can get the creative juices going and finish this story hehe

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

SUMMARY: Harry and Y/N go way back. Working together was like a dream when 1D was still going strong. Now, years later, when they end up working together again, things are very different. Mostly because Y/N seems to be hating Harry passionately. But he has not idea why.

MASTERLIST | PART 1

Solo studio sessions weren’t happening a lot for Harry. It was always him and at least one of the boys there, since the final product always needed them all. So when Y/N texted him if he could drop by the studio for some rerecording, he jumped at the opportunity.

Maybe it wasn’t just the desire to record on his own, maybe… it had something to do with wanting to be with Y/N.

“So what are you thinking?” Y/N’s question snaps Harry out of his thoughts, he was a tiny bit too focused on the way she was leaning onto the mixing desk.

“Huh?”

Y/N turns to him as she leans back in her seat. The look on her face tells Harry that she knows why he wasn’t listening to what she was saying, but it doesn’t seem like it bothers her.

“The note change. What do you think if you go higher up at the end?”

“Great idea,” he chuckles and he thinks he might even be blushing a bit.

“Okay, then let’s try that,” she nods towards the booth, getting ready to start the recording again.

Time flies by as they work on the song, recording several versions they can later choose from. Slowly, the session turns into something else, something friendlier and freer as they start sharing creative ideas.

“How do you always know what would work the best?” Harry asks with a laugh, spinning around in his chair.

“I do not,” she shakes her head, taking a sip from the remainder of her drink. They ordered food a while ago, the empty wrapping papers are now sitting in the trash.

“Oh, you definitely do. What goes down in your mind?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs shyly. “I just… hear it, I guess.”

Harry can’t help but look at her in awe. She is so young and talented, he aspires to be like her someday and even hopes she’ll be the one to teach him.

“I want to show you something,” she speaks up, rolling closer to the desk. She searches on the computer for a bit and then opens a file before music starts spilling out of the speakers.

A soft melody starts playing, only a few notes are hit before the guitar joins in and then soon the rest, but it’s still kept very simple. It quickly buries itself into Harry’s ears and he listens to it feeling like he is lying on a cloud somewhere up above.

“What do you think?” Y/N asks when the recording ends, seemingly nervous to hear Harry’s thoughts.

“It’s amazing, Y/N.” He is still in awe, the goosebumps on his skin are still there even though the song is not playing anymore.

“I made this for you guys especially, I can already hear your voice in it.”

“Do you have any lyrics?”

“Just a couple of lines,” she nods and grabs her notebook, flips over the pages and then hands it over to Harry. He scans over her neat handwriting and reads the lines.

We’re only gettin’ older, baby

And I’ve been thinking about it lately

Does it ever drive you crazy

Just how fast the night changes?

Even though he doesn’t know how the lyrics would go with the melody he heard, he just knows it matches perfectly.

“I love it,” he smiles, handing her back the notebook.

“It’s not done yet.”

“It’s already perfect.”

She chuckles, seemingly overwhelmed by his positive reaction. They’ve only known each other for a short time, the connection between them is strong and it’s not only Harry who has so much respect and adoration for Y/N. She craves his validation just as much.

“Maybe you’ll be recording it one day,” she smiles at him sheepishly.

“I really hope so.”

Harry wishes he had a hangover to battle with this morning. He would much rather be chugging all kinds of green smoothies that promise to ease the aftermath of an alcohol-filled night, but this is not his case.

His phone is sitting on the kitchen counter with a black screen, almost mocking him in a way.

No calls, no messages, she doesn’t want to talk to you. You fucked it up.

He doesn’t want to check how many times he’s tried to call her since last night, even though after his first try her attempts went straight to her voicemail. He left a couple of messages and they got progressively more and more desperate.

“Hey, it’s Harry. Please call me back, let’s talk about it okay?”

“Y/N, pick up the phone, please don’t run away. Let’s talk, we need to face each other sooner or later.”

“I’m begging you, Y/N. I’m so–Fuck! Why did you run away like that?! Please call me back, I’m losing my mind.”

Not his proudest moments for sure, but the radio silence has been killing him.

As he’s staring at the device, his thoughts racing, he is trying to come up with a plan on how to deal with the situation. He goes over the facts again.

Y/N has been obviously hating him since they’ve been working together for the second time. He has no idea what he did to turn her against him and she refused to tell him either. Despite the tension that’s been lingering around them, there’s been a strong physical attraction, at least on Harry’s side, but last night proved that it’s been mutual.

Last night. When he attempted to get answers, they got into an argument which somehow turned into a hot and rather quick fuck in the restroom, after which she ran away like the building was on fire and he hasn’t been able to contact her since then.

Fuck, this is still such a mess.

He grabs the phone from the counter, ready to call her again, but then the screen lights up and for a moment Harry’s heart jumps right out of his chest, but then it sinks into his stomach.

It’s Mitch.

“Hey man. What’s up?” he answers the call.

“Hey, just checking in, you left in a quite… weird state last night.” In the background Harry hears Scout chanting, followed by Sarah’s voice and then silence.

“Uh, I’m fine. I’m fine.” He rubs his face with his free hand, leaning against the counter.

“Yeah, sure. So what happened?”

“Nothing, really. Everything is fine.”

Mitch goes silent on the other end of the line and Harry prays he just lets it go, but deep down he knows it’s not going to happen. Especially because Mitch knows him like the back of his hand and there’s no way he can fool him. With his lips pressed together he stares ahead of him and then Mitch speaks up.

“You fucked Y/N?”

“What?” Harry chokes, shocked that he got to this conclusion with so little information.

“Holy shit, you fucked her!” Sarah’s voice comes from somewhere in the back. “Sorry babe!” Then Harry hears him shuffle around and he continues. “You totally fucked her, right?”

He doesn’t answer, but it does answer Mitch’s question.

“What the fuck, I thought you two hated each other.”

“Well, she hates me and I’m just… returning her hostile behavior.”

“Okay, but how did you end up fucking?”

“I genuinely have no idea. I just wanted to talk to her, try to get her to tell me what I did but then it turned into a small fight and the next thing I knew we were making out like horny teenagers.”

“Where the hell did you even do it?”

“Staff’s restroom. It was unlocked.”

“Wow man, this is wild,” Mitch laughs in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was pretty wild, but then she just ran away.”

“Sarah said she saw her leaving, she looked… off.”

“Off? What does that mean?”

“That she just grabbed her bag, mumbled something about needing to leave and then basically sprinted out of the bar.”

“How did she leave that fast?” Harry growls, still in disbelief she could flee that quickly. “Have you guys talked to her since last night?”

“Nope.”

“Great. She is not answering my calls and messages and I’m literally losing my mind over here.”

“I wish I could give you any advice, but… I have no idea what you should do. Maybe give her some time. You’ll have to face each other eventually, you work together.”

“I know, but… It would have been nice if that wasn’t the first time we met again.”

“Well good luck with this mess, man.”

“Thanks. I appreciate your support,” Harry mumbles as they end the call.

He recalls the last time he felt this nervous was probably before he played Wembley as a solo artist. But today he is just going into the studio.

It’s been two days since Mitch’s show and he hasn’t heard a single thing from Y/N. It took him some time to go from trainwreck to somewhat okay, but then today he woke up with a raging anxiety about the fact that he’ll be facing her finally. He tried to come up with a plan and figure out what he’ll tell her, but he knows he wouldn’t remember any of those standing in front of her.

So he is going into this fully blindly.

“Hey man, how’s it going?” Jack greets him when he steps out of the elevator and the two of them head to the studio together.

“All good,” he smiles, or at least tries.

“Listen, today I thought that we could…”

Harry kind of tunes out, his thoughts only circling around seeing Y/N in just a matter of seconds. How will sh act? Will she be mad? Embarrassed? Exactly how she’s been? Total mystery.

“Ah, I’m gonna get coffee quickly, be back in five.” Jack pats his shoulder before running off right in front of the door to the studio where Y/N probably is currently.

He stops there, takes a deep breath to get himself ready and then before he could chicken out of it, he opens the door.

And there she is, sitting in her usual seat, already working on something. Today she is wearing light washed jeans with a black t-shirt, a pair of bright pink earrings dangling from her ears, bringing some color into the set.

She looks amazing, as always.

At the opening of the door she turns in his direction and time seems to stop for a bit as their gazes meet.

“Hey,” Harry breaks the silence as he steps inside.

“Hi,” she replies and turns back to the screen.

Ice cold. She is pretending like nothing happened and it’s hitting Harry across the face like a slap.

He inches into the room and drops his bag to the tiny loveseat by the wall, all while staring at Y/N, waiting for her to… well, react differently.

“Um, how are you?”

“Fine,” she answers in a dull tone, eyes glued to the screen.

“Where… Where did you go the… other night?”

“Home.”

Okay, he is about to lose his shit, her one word replies might be even worse than no reply.

“Y/N, can we talk about that night? Because–”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she cuts in and finally looks at him with such a murderous expression, it almost startles Harry.

“Oh, but I think there’s a lot to talk about.”

“No. Nothing happened.” She speaks slowly and her voice carries an awfully threatening tone in it. “And if you ever bring it up again, I swear I will do everything in my power to ruin you.”

“What is this, kindergarten?” Harry huffs in disbelief. “Why can’t we talk like adults just once?”

“Because we have nothing to talk about!”

“We had sex in a bar’s bathroom, Y/N! That is pretty much something!”

“It was a mistake,” she hisses back. “I had too much to drink and I have—had a lot of shit going on, okay? I would have done it to probably a stranger who I came across so now get the fuck off my back and shut your mouth about it! It will not happen again.”

Harry can’t decide just yet how he feels. Confused, hurt, angry… disappointed. There are a thousand things he wants to say, but none at the same time. So when he hears Jack’s footsteps outside he just swallows it all down.

“Okay. Let’s forget about it.”

“Hey guys, got coffee for everyone, can we start?” Jack walks in and life moves on.

Harry takes his usual seat and braces himself for probably the longest session ever.

Harry is said to be great at networking, although he kind of hates it. He needs to be in a specific mood to charm unknown people who would later have a decision over his career.

Columbia Records have these events from time to time where artists and investors meet, bringing the creativity and money together to find some common ground. Which not always happens, but they just keep trying.

Tonight it’s a dinner party, there are a few artists, producers and people with the big money. Jeff talked Harry into coming, but he is not planning to stick around for dessert, he’s just not in the mood. To be honest, he hasn’t been in the mood for anything for a week and that week coincidentally lines up with how long it’s been since he had that talk in the studio with Y/N.

Okay, it might not have been what would be considered as a talk, Y/N very specifically told Harry not to ever bring up what happened and then he just agreed to it out of… fear? Embarrassment? Confusion?

Probably all of those and even more.

Sipping on some champagne Harry is eagerly waiting for the eating to start so he can leave as soon as possible. He’s been schmoozing around for the past about forty minutes, but he can feel his batteries draining.

Then another guest arrives and Harry’s stomach drops.

Y/N walks in wearing a burgundy pant suit, looking chic as always.

A waiter walks past Harry with a tray of shots and he is quick to grab one and chug it down.

“Well, this is going to be interesting,” he mumbles to himself.

For the next twenty minutes it’s like a weird dance between the two of them, trying to avoid each other, which seems to be successful, right until the dinner actually starts and Harry realizes he is sat next to Y/N.

“Amazing,” he hears and looking up he sees her behind her seat, looking anything but thrilled.

“I didn’t make the seating,” Harry defends himself as they sit.

“Let’s just get over with it as fast and painlessly as possible,” she grumbles under her nose.

“Agreed.”

Across from them two men sit, investors Harry assumes from what he has heard from their conversation so far. For a bit he prays they don’t try to talk to him, but soon enough they pull him into their chit-chat, along with Y/N as well.

“How long does it take for an album to be recorded?” one of the men, Callum asks them.

“Um, it varies, I’ve done it in just a month before. My current one has been in the work for a little over five weeks and we still have a lot to do,” Harry smiles politely over the appetizers.

“And how many songs do you make until you choose that dozen that actually gets to be on the album?” the other one, Damian asks.

“I don’t know, I usually record around twenty every time, but I assume it depends on the artist.”

“The average is usually between eighteen and twenty-five,” Y/N chimes in.

“What happens to the rest that don’t make it? Or don’t get finished on time?”

Harry can sense Y/N freezing at the question, her hand actually stops mid movement.

“Well, we save them for later, maybe use them on another album. Or just… simply never use them,” Harry explains while Y/N snaps out of… whatever happened to her, returning to the conversation.

They can’t leave early, the two men keep them busy all along, asking them about anything and everything about their job basically.

After dinner drinks are served and it’s turning into a smaller party. Harry has lost Y/N when he stood from the table and for a while he thinks she could escape somehow. But then, just when he is in the middle of ordering a car for himself, he spots her talking to Damian, the guy from across the table.

The expression on her face is definitely not pleasant and not just in her usual way. Harry knows her enough to figure out she doesn’t like what Damian is telling her, not even one bit. Anger and disgust are very much apparent on her face and as Harry walks closer to investigate and potentially save her from the unpleasant conversation, he catches part of it.

“I mean, I would trust a guy over a woman, but that’s not bad, right?” Damian snorts out a laugh, but Y/N is not sharing his humor. In fact, she looks like she is about to blow up like an atom bomb and even though Harry knows she would have all the rights to do so, it might not be too wise in front of investors. Even if they deserve to be murdered by hurricane Y/N.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt your chat, but Y/N and I have a last minute meeting, so we better get going to make it.” Harry chimes in before Y/N could reply.

“Oh, a meeting? This late?” Damian asks with furrowed eyebrows.

“Yeah, the others are… in… London.”

“It’s five am in London,” Damian pushes, checking the time on his Rolex.

“Yeah, they like to work early in the morning, I’m sorry. But it was so nice meeting you!”

He circles an arm around Y/N’s waist and gently starts leading her away from the man and for once, she doesn’t protest. They don’t wait for a reply from Damian before they turn around and leave. Luckily, the car arrives just on time and Harry helps Y/N get inside before joining her on the backseat. Y/N gives the driver her address and then lets it all out.

“What a stupid fucking asshole!” Y/N snaps finally, now that she can freely say all of her thoughts out loud. “I bet he hates all women! He thinks we are just not as good as men in… anything!”

“He really is an asshole, don’t let him have this, you’re better than this.”

“What’s the use of being better if men like him are leading the whole industry?!”

Harry opens his mouth, but then nothing comes out of it. He could tell her the same thing over and over again, to just ignore and get over it, but they both know what she just said is painfully true. So instead, they sit in silence and he lets her rage internally in peace.

When they arrive at her house she is so quick to jump out, Harry grunts as he tries to catch up with her.

“Y/N, wait!” “What? What is it, Harry?” she snaps, clearly still upset.

“I get it that you’re mad and what Damian said was terrible, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re amazing at what you do, okay? And that’s what matters.”

“I know that I’m good, okay? And I don’t need your confirmation about that.”

Normally this would have been a spicy comeback, but it just lacks her usual wit this time, so it came out… kind of sad. She is looking at her with an expression Harry hasn’t seen, not lately at least and he is not sure what to do. This might be the moment when he should leave, but right when he is about to turn around and walk back to the car…

She kisses him.

This time he knows it was her, but he is eagerly returning it in an instant. It’s the same hunger as that night at the bar, but somehow still different. When she starts pulling him towards the front door he stops, but just so he could form a few words.

“Want me to stay?” he manages to ask between kisses and she just nods in a rush, still pulling him. Harry waves back at the car blindly so the driver knows not to wait for him. “We won’t talk about this either?” he then asks just as she kicks the front door open, still kissing.

“No,” she answers shortly and then they disappear inside.

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afterparty

frat/hockey!harry styles x reader

summery: after an intense after party from harry winning the game, the fire alarm get set off, revealing a secret relationship

warning: allusions to sex

a/n: TESTS DONE FUCK YEAH

The after party was intense, to put lightly.

After another amazing win by Harry and his team, they organized a party at the frat. Beer, booze, and vodka was all throughout the house—sprite for the designated drivers—and cheers could be heard all along campus.

Y/n and Harry had a quite relationship, no one knew that the future hockey star and the genius future lawyer were dating. An unluckily pair that met during an Economics class, in a time where Y/n had no clue what she wanted to do in her life and Harry had little confidence in his hockey career. They happen to sit next to each other, taking subtle glances at each other. But it was when Y/n noticed Harry’s excelling scores in the math heavy portion of the lesson class that she saw her chance to strike, and start conversation.

It’s all history now. They are older, their last year in college, plans in the works for the rest of their lives; nothing was for certain, except that they would stay together. They are confident, they found their right path and are happy—they just can’t fess up to their friends that their together. They both feel guilt, but it’s their life, and they can inform people on certain aspects of it at the right time.

But at the party, they hung out, talked with friends, drunk, played games, drunk, and made subtle gestures to each other that everyone was too drunk to realize how crude they were. The party was loud, music tearing the eardrums of people as they danced, and it was packed. It was for certain that you would have someone’s sweat on you by the end of the night.

But that wasn’t the after party.

It wasn’t an official party, in fact, only Y/n and Harry were present. It was intimate and loving moment between the couple; close, passionate, and sloppy. They were drunk, so it wasn’t the most complex of sex that they’ve ever had, but it was damn good.

The aftermath of laying naked in Harry’s bed was just as great, sobering up and loving the heat radiating from each other. Harry had his face buried in Y/n’s chest, arms wrapped snuggly around the women’s torso as Y/n had her hands mixed in his hair, massaging his scalp nicely. Harry’s thumb was softly rubbing her skin, brushing away any and all insecurities she had.

Harry softly hummed when he was drifting off, a way to not let his mind wonder to worrisome thoughts and that was subtle enough to allow Y/n to rest. He liked making up melodies or replicating some song he heard at the gym.

His humming was coming to a end though—Y/n’s heart rate was softening and causing Harry’s to do the same, he was drifting off, mind mush of wacky dreams of Y/n. She had fallen asleep around five minutes into his humming, passing out after the exhausting party and the even more tiring sex, but made sure her love for Harry was known to settle any worrying midnight doubts.

A loud blaring alarm ruined their night though. Harry had fully awoken first since not being in REM in the first place. He turning over and noticed the sound coming from the fire alarm. His eyes went wide as he used his arms that were around Y/n and gripped her hard, pulling her up with him and waking her in the process.

“Wha’s that noise.” She mumbled, eyes not even fully open.

“Fire alarm. We need to get out.” Harry had put a sweatshirt of his on Y/n guiding it through her head and then put boxers on straight after.

He grabbed a pair of boxers for himself, turning around to see Y/n a little more awake as she put her arms in the sleeves and stood up. Harry was panicking, so he did the sane thing and lifted her up and took her through the house to the closest exit.

Him and Y/n were met with the cold wind of three in the morning. Other members of the team were outside the house, all equally shivering and trying to warm themselves up in their boxers and shirts. A few were straggling behind the couple, but no one until Louis noticed there was one more person accounted here then what should be.

“Alright, who’s extra is here!” Louis shouted over the alarms. “I’m gonna need to know for the report!”

The guys murmured, snickering about one of their friends getting cocked block by a fire; until the eyes fell on the only guy in plane boxers, hugging someone to his chest, Harry.

“Damn, Harry?”

Laughs roared out as the boys nudged one another. Louis smiled and walked over to his best friend.

“Alright!” He called out the group of boys, getting them back into their own business. Louis looked over the couple, curious as to who the girl it. But when he heard the voice, he was shook.

“Hey Louis.” Y/n mumbled, still a little out of it.

“Y/n?” His mouth is open, head looking up at Harry and then back at the girl; his frat brothers watch the interaction too, all tsking and others smiling, mumbling about getting some cash and pizzas. “No fucking way—are you two just hooking up or..?”

“Together.” Harry asserts, arms tensing more around his girlfriend. “Don’t get any ideas, dick.”

Louis put his hands up, stepping back. “Hey. I wouldn’t, just glad everyone’s out here and safe.”

Louis went over to the fire chief, probably telling them what he knows. Harry hugs Y/n though, looking for a bit of comfort with his friends peering eyes. One of the reasons Harry was unwilling to tell the boys about his relationship is just how much they liked Y/n; he knew damn well she was hot and sexy, so did the other boys, and if they knew she’d be around a lot—no way they wouldn’t make their lives a living hell.

“You good, H?” She whispered softly, thumb stroking Harry’s arm.

“Cold.” Is all he spoke, but Y/n wasn’t buying it.

“Embarrassed?” Y/n offered.

Harry shook his head and kissed his girlfriends shoulder. “Never embarrassed of you, love.” Harry hesitated before continuing. “Just don’t like the idea of the boys knowing we sleep together—I’m terrified for the pranks their going to pull to try and get you to go out with them now.”

Y/n smiled kindly at the dumb boy, he was lovable, but he could be a little stupid sometimes. “No prank or shirtless boy could take me away from you.” She chided.

She squeezed Harry’s Harry’s hand three times, then another three times after. I love you.

After a minute of Louis using wild hand and arm gestures to the fire captain, he finally rallied the boys and Y/n back and gave told them the cost was clear. “And Niall?”

“Yeah mate?”

“Never put another pop tart in the toaster ever again.” Every had an annoyed groan and people started to, playfully, shove the man for interrupting their sleep while simultaneously laughing that he cocked blocked Harry.

“We were sleeping!” Harry would shout back at any man that made that same joke which only made them burst out with laughter even more.

Eventually, since the damages were only a ruined toaster, everyone went back inside and Y/n and Harry snuggled under the covers. Although Harry would never admit it, he loved being the little spoon but facing inwards so his face would rest on Y/n’s boobs, and that’s exactly their current position now.

“Think maybe we should spend tomorrow night at mine?” Y/n offered. “Think Lila is there though.”

Harry snuggled even closer to his girl, drifting off slowly. “Maybe we should just move in together.”

Y/n giggled softly. “As much as I’d love that we are broke uni students. Wait till your off playing Hockey professionally and I have my job; then we’ll talk.”

“Hmmk.” Harry hummed. “Can’t wait until we don’t have to be quite anymore when we have sex.”

“I think you mean you don’t have to be quite anymore.” Y/n sighed softly.

“‘scuse me for telling ya how good ya feel.” Harry words were slowly slurring together, but also talking about sex slowly got him riled up.

“Let go to sleep before you get hard.” Y/n sighed. “Too early for morning wood.”

“Never to early to be horny for you babe.” Harry shifted his body and slightly rolled the couple over so Harry was completely on top of Y/n. “Could fuck you right now.”

“Sure you can.” Y/n said, eyes closed but knowing Harry’s are nearly there too. “Tomorrow we can wake your mates up so let’s save it for then.”

“Alright.” Harry kissed his loves nose. “Love you.”

“Love you more.”

“Love you most.”

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Sweet Symphonies

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲!𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬)

wc; 7.3k | love story by indila

finally finished this draft that was requested ages ago!! hope you enjoy💗

“Alright! Run it again!”

The crisp chill of the arena seeps through the spandex fitting tightly against your sweating skin. Frosty clouds of exhaustion trail out of your mouth, sight etching out the cuts tracked across the slab of ice.

Upbeat tempo strums through the sound system, daunting plucks of the violin signaling your cue to raise your arms slowly along with the hum, head rolling up from its position and staring at the beams in the ceiling.

Vision soon dips slowly, body angling your pointed legs and pushing you across the ice, the beautiful sound of the vocalist begins only further increasing your paste, heavy strides carrying you across the surface as your knees bend and arms stretch out to float along with wind.

L'âme en peine A soul in pain

Il l'attend devant cette photo d'antan He is waiting for her; in front of this picture of yesteryear

Il, il n’est pas fou He, he’s not crazy

Il y croit it c’est tout He believes in it, that’s all

ll la voit partout He sees her everywhere

II I’attend debout He is waiting for her standing

The chimes pick up with the introduction of more instruments adding to the harmony, the sound pushing you to add more exaggerated facial expressions of sorrow before your legs twist you around effortlessly letting you jump; left foot leaving the ice to balance your frame in the cold breeze that sends adrenaline coursing, building your muscles to twist around once more to perform another double salchow.

Once your skates hit the ice perfectly accentuating your form, your balance relaxes as you push on continuing your routine. Feet carry over each other, with heart pounding in your ear as ice cracks beneath your feet moving amongst the slab as if an angel on ice.

With each heartbreaking lyric you find yourself humming along to the sweet symphony, timed positions reflecting the hurt with each vocal. Absorbed in the moment, you consciously admire the feelings layered within the song. It brings you closer to the orchestrated dance as you continue to move.

Your mind is elsewhere with skates carrying you freely, lungs grown accustomed to the bitter cold that leaves you pleasantly numb with your limbs flexing every second, your focus on executing every triple axel or camel spin.

Debout une rose à la main Standing a rose in hand

Non, non plus rein ne le reteint… No, nothing holds him back either…

Dans sa love story In his love story

Sa love story Her love story

Muscles stretch with spine flexing gracefully, strands of hair wisp in your vision as you dip your head up dramatically with arms outstretched.

Every twist and turn cocoons you in the moment of being connected with your heart and body. You're completely wrapped in your own world, sight obvious from your coach to onlookers. They’re entranced by the harmony that flows you executing the rest of the routine so beautifully, the story of pain accurately being expressed as you venture across the ice; loving every minute of the air combing over your skin with easy strides.

By the time the break within the song begins the crowd around the rink has already built up, children and adults watching your every motion as the melodic choir vocals and chimes blend beautifully to combine with your movements. Hands moving elegantly with backwards strokes emphasizing your routine floating around the many faces watching.

Only then do you realize how many people are there, and despite skating for so many years, your ability to draw in a crowd just from being in your own world surprises you with how many are looking completely enveloped with your performance.

Des cris de joie Cries of joy

Quelques larmes, on s’en va A few tears, we go

On vit dans cette love story We live in this love story

Love story

As the magnetic waves of the singer trails off to conclude the last notes of the song, you are back in your original position in the middle of the rink.

Balancing yourself as you spin in another circle, arms stretched out with left foot in the air, you find the strength to grip your skate and bring it closer to your head, foot swinging around to twirl you around in a catch spin. Neck elongating with spine curving in on itself as you stretch even more to transition into a needle.

The speed you’re going at doesn’t stop you from breaking your stance, but only has you loving the crisp air brushing around you, enjoying every moment until the chords begin to drum out, signaling your knee to carefully fall from your grip over the blade, leg relaxing itself out as you accentuate your bow with gaze strongly held in front of you.

The astonished appearance of the crowd doesn’t usually bother you, but there’s a brunette man with a tilted helmet that catches your gaze amongst the crowd nestled by the window, however, regardless of his surprised expression it doesn’t shake your concentrated face as the song finally cuts.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That was your best one yet!” Coach Griffin begins to applaud, loud and joyful as he gives a thumbs up from his seat on the bench. Faint claps are heard around the arena as well from onlookers as you smile brightly.

Deep breath escapes from your nose, one hand going to your hip while the other reciprocates his exaggerated thumb beginning to push off the ice. After that performance it sucked all the energy out of you with your chest rising heavily as you stepped through the gate to meet with him.

It’s when passing do you realize that the tilted helmet man eyes are still watching you, especially when you go to grab your water bottle.

He’s tall, and the fact that he’s in skates doesn’t help either. Shiny hair pressed tightly against his forehead, black compression shirt defining his chest and thick shoulder pads. You don’t stare too long as your sight breaks away, beginning to unscrew your water bottle, fingers unbelievably numb that you can’t feel the metal cap as you tug it open, feet pushing you off the white door and passing him.

“U —Uh Hi, Hey!” He begins, hand immediately going to his helmet and peeling it off, a bright nervous smile stretching.

The fluorescent lights have you catch sight on how green his eyes are, it’s why you stop suddenly with brows together as you look over him. Dip curving into his cheeks, wrinkles by his eyes and body rocking with urgency, you squint at him while further stepping aside from his frame.

“Hi?” You respond, examining the smooth expanse of his neck in contrast to his white teeth shining.

“Your, uh, performance was really—”

“—Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Coach Griffin interrupts, breaking your view as you continue your departure down the hall, brushing past him with your mentor to the right of you. The rush of bodies trails around you in a blur trying to find an empty place to catch your breath.

“We don’t need any distractions, remember how Michal turned out.”

The mention of his name has your teeth clench down on each other, gaze tearing away from the metal drinking fountains and to your gray hair coach.

“Wasn't even interested.” You huff, hand raising the water bottle to your lips and sipping back the cold liquid.

“Good! Now drink some more and let’s get you to cool down.” Nodding your head tiredly, your vision passes back over the scratched up boards and pedestrians to look back at the brunette, except he’s nowhere to be found amidst the people roaming by.

You should’ve thanked him for the attempt at the compliment at least, Griffin cutting him off is an ignorant attempt trying to keep you focused even though you’re sure the gesture was completely harmless.

Heart begins to slow, sight traveling back to look at your coach completely occupied with his phone, probably going over your schedule until the upcoming performance. Two weeks couldn’t come by any faster. Waking up everyday on the tip of your toes ready to be back on stage to display your many years of passion for the sport.

Training since you were five, you transitioned between ballet and figure skating, growing accustomed to the hardship of the sports you pushed yourself to become a three time world-winning gold champion, all due to your long hours of training and dedication. Now you’re twenty-three and it’s only up from here, obvious that you’re in your prime, despite the last couple of years not being your most memorable moments.

After dating Slovakian hockey player Michal Mrazik for two years, it ended in a devastating breakup. One that left a storm of heart ache and suffering, a combination of problems ranging between distance and lack of trust between both parties. The grief so brutal you ended up crying during your performance at the previous championship, it was plastered everywhere with crystal clear tears streaming down your face and ruining your makeup.

And although it was a passionate performance and winning your third gold medal, the pain of the breakup was evident and on display for the world to see. Griffin was disappointed that you let your feelings take a hold of you at such a serious moment, but happy it was beautifully displayed through your movements that it made you win.

Now, a year and half later you’ve hounded in your mind to stay away from men. Focus on yourself and yourself only. You’re on such a perfect path that you don’t need the tabloids in your problems again. It’s why you push off the wall and tug yourself over to the locker room.

“I’m still good to pick you up tomorrow after practice?” Chelsea asks on the other line. Your phone is pressed between your knee and ear, looking at the subtle pink nail polish gracing your toe.

“Yeah, I’ll pack everything so I’m ready,” Reassuring your friend while adding another stripe, deep sigh releasing at the effortless pass.

“I don’t know how you do it girl, I would be exhausted after everything.” Exaggerating tone not being able to comprehend how you can stretch and twist your body for hours and still manage to go to the club afterwards.

“I mean I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I think it’ll be fun too,” You reveal, fingers dipping the brush back into the bottle and continuing your routine of painting your nails.

“And…” She sings before her giggle travels through the static. “Time to meet some cute boys, you know… get your mind off… he who shall not be named.”

Rolling your eyes, the sound of your teeth kissing travels through the receiver, memories of your ex flashing back as your tongue runs over your lips and curl over each other.

“I kinda’ just want to have fun tomorrow, no thoughts, just vibes, right?” Nose scrunching in irritation as the brush runs over your cuticle smearing the polish over your skin.

“Yes, of course, but you better actually drink! I’m not wasting my money on you only being tipsy?!” Chelsea continues. The ends of your lips tugging up from your best friend recalling your habit.

“Oh my god, no!” You proclaim, hand grabbing the cotton swab drenched in nail polish remover and letting it clean the mess.

“Come on Y/N, you said it yourself, you haven’t seen me in forever so do it for me! Pretty please!” Eyes rolling again as you pick the cap back up and grace it over your nails.

“Ugh! Okay, okay… sure, why not?”

The locker door rattles loudly as it shuts close, people past you in a rush to head to their respective rooms for the game about to take place. Zambonis traveling across the ice smoothing the surface from all the marks you previously made, uniquely built orange vehicles twisting and turning till you direct your attention ahead of you.

A men’s team stand in their white and blue attire, some with their helmets off displaying their mullets or porn mustaches, you bite back a laugh at the appearance of one guy who has the full package.

Hand reaching into your pocket, your phone screen lights up to see a message from Chelsea saying she’s twenty minutes away, meaning having to wait around in the lobby until she arrives.

You breeze past the lively crowd of the arena this Saturday evening, soccer and hockey teams roaming across the spacious entrance of the building. You're thankful you find a small seat in the corner by the vending machines. Bag slapping against the plastic chair before your body sits next to it.

You’re leaned forward resting your head on your hand as you mindlessly scroll through Instagram catching up with whatever you missed during your practice. The area is surrounded by families and people all on their own destination to their practice or game. Ignoring everyone around you to the point you’re wrapped up in your own bubble, attention stuck on finding out another one of your past classmates is having a child, that you don’t realize someone is standing in front of you.

“Hello…” Rocking on the pads of his sneakers desperately trying not to wave his hand in front of your face or raise his voice an octave higher.

“Hey! Uh, Hi!” Confusion evident in his tone as your brows push together, fingers going through the highlight of her fiancé, so surprised by her announcement that you’re completely taken back. “Are you blatantly ignoring me?”

“Or, is it selective hearing?” His knees bend, hand raising to his curls that itch his temple in thought. And from your peripheral vision, his body catches your sight making you draw your phone down and smile shyly.

“Oh my god, sorry, I just… found out something,” You confess, laughing slightly to ease your once concentrated focus.

“It’s alright, don’t worry!” He breathlessly laughs, knees flexing him back up to tower over your seated position.

His face is familiar, the tilted helmet guy, except now his protection is slung around his bag with his hockey stick in one hand while the other waves at you politely.

“You performed that song yesterday before my practice… uh, the French love story song?” He goes to take the seat next to your bag. The movement sends the smell of pine through your nose, it’s what catches your attention about him once again. His scent matches his forest eyes and chestnut ringlets. It makes you notice how his appearance isn’t the typical hockey look that all the boys are currently rocking, you like it.

“Yes,” Your sight surveying every dip and bump that roams amongst his skin. Slight stubble grazing the surface as his lips stretch, head nodding along to your answer as he leans in closer.

“Yeah, what I tried to say yesterday was that, uh, it was really good… just breathtaking,” His choice of words has your curious face breaking into a smile. A small laugh trailing out as you lock your phone with attention focusing on him.

“Thank you.” Genuinely appreciating the comment, the one that has the brunette smile back nervously, his sight moving towards your bag but then back to your eyes.

“It’s no problem… I saw you a couple weeks before that, so, i —it’s cool seeing it come together and you… just the way you skate, you make it look so easy,” His thick brows push together as if just letting his thoughts run straight out of his mouth, completely unfazed by his unfiltered reveal.

“I don’t know, it’s like you don’t skate; you just float.” The words leave your ears to tingle, lengthy digits curling around the case of your phone looking at him with mouth dry.

Okay… you’re used to interviewers expressing their appreciation for your dances and judges giving you all tens across the board, but whenever it came from family or peers it felt more personal in a way, especially from someone who's seen your routine fall into place. Even that thought itches your brain, you’ve been practicing this dance for seven months straight, so how far along has he seen the progression.

“Thank you.” You whisper, lips curling in on each other as you blink at him. His green eyes looking over your hesitant appearance before another toothy smile is spreading.

“I’m sorry, I’m Harry, by the way,” His hand reaching out and offering it to yourself, it has you releasing your fingers around your device and shaking his. Huge palm enveloping your smaller one that both of your eyes widen at the same moment recognizing the difference.

“Uh, Y/N,” You shine, hand quickly going towards the back of your neck to scratch the skin there, Harry coughs into his palm lightly, teeth biting into his fleshy lip before twisting his sight.

“I play hockey with my friends here, we have our own team,” He confides, hand gesturing towards the familiar rink. The information has you nodding your head, heart stupidly clenching at the mention of hockey as your gaze tears away and towards the players floating on the ice practicing before their game.

“Are you like a professional? Is that cheesy to say?” He laughs, sight going towards you who continues to stare ahead; your head bows in thought as you flex your head from side to side before turning towards him.

“Yeah, I’m—”

“—Holy shit, Styles! We start in five!”

Voice being shouted throughout the lobby cutting off your words and making his eyes trail towards his friend completely geared up with eyes bulging out from his helmet.

The groan next to you diverts your gaze back towards Harry who immediately stands, curse falling from his lips as he nods his head at his friend.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” Happy grin sent your way as he heads towards the hockey rink.

Despite the small interaction you found his nervous expression quite attractive compared to his tall burly appearance, you would assume he’ll be cocky and confident, not one to be so oblivious yet intriguing at the same time.

You watch Harry pass through the sliding door, his friend's large glove clapping him on the back as he continues walking. It’s at that same time does Chelsea’s familiar ringtone rattles your phone making you answer it, ready for your night of dirty martinis and dancing.

Orange rays with hues of yellow strike every surface of the room, chirping birds signaling the start of a new day, they’re singing on the other side of the window has you moaning awake.

Your arms flex, pillows ruffling and thighs spreading amongst the bedspread, your fingers cover your eyes as you adjust to the bright light. The penetrating beams has a groan following, your head is thumping from your alcohol consumption from yesterday night.

“Ugh… Chels,” Irritated whine slipping past your lips as you bury your head into the soft sheets. It’s then do you hear the sound of a keyboard clicking away do you blindly feel over next to you, hand landing on her shoulder as you begin to playfully shake her.

“Why do I let you convince me to do these things?” Muffled voice trying to not let another tired groan escape.

“Because you love me.” She sings in her usual voice, giggling as she rumbles next to you. The action has you tear away from the pillow and narrow your eyes at her.

“I’m starting to rethink that.” You sigh, eyes closely slowly as her laughter is heard in the space, it makes you smile at the noise.

“Yeah, whatever… I think The Morning After is open by now, want to go for bunch?” Chelsea suggests, brows wiggling as you scrunch your nose up.

“Brunch? What time is it?”

“11:25.”

Another displeased moan trails out as you rise up, hand reaching out to her night table and grabbing your phone. View looking over your many notifications of being tagged from the night before with your friend, to regular app updates.

Sorting through the many, your eyes clear every uninteresting activity including the news about inflation to shopping app promotions. Once moving to Instagram, your eyes search the many people who went live since last going on the app, usernames of people you don’t know; liking and commenting on your pictures to soon then follow you, unfamiliar names not catching your attention like the distinct one that stands out.

harrystyles22 is now following you.

“What the fuck?” You mutter, thumb immediately tapping the alert as it brings you onto the app and to his page.

“What?” Chelsea questions but doesn’t tear her sight away from her own phone.

Thumb immediately taps on a picture of him, clearly a polaroid film with the way his green eyes are bright with colourful Rolling Stone shirt on display, curls tossed across his head as he smiles at the camera. The sight alone has you chewing down on your dry lip, finger carrying you to another picture of him.

This time he’s in a brown fedora, hair framing his face gracefully while the friend to the right of him mouth is wide and expression bright as if they just went out and partied. The sight of Harry pulling a stupid face has you smirk subconsciously.

“Oh, he’s cute! Like really, really cute!” Chelsea's voice announces next to you, the surprise of it has your phone flipping around and slamming into the blanket, annoyed groan ringing through the space.

“Did you meet him yesterday?” Her questions begin, her frame ruffling against the sheets as she practically crawls on top of you to grab your phone.

“Ah! Hey!” You whine, twisting around and attempting to fight her arm slinging around your neck reaching for your phone. “No! now would you stop!”

Which she does not, her body applying all her weight on your back to clench your phone tightly in your grip. Her evil laugh slips out as you both fight over the device.

“Did he just DM you then?” She continues, your palm grows with sweat as the heat from the blankets and her moving body piercing your spine.

“No, now Chelsea get off,” Hand curling under your head to cut her grip off, it has her retreating her hold and cross her arms over her chest.

“If I get off, will you tell me?”

“Yes!”

Your back relaxes after she rolls off, more laughter leaving her as her arm goes to prop her head up, dazzling smile shining as her eyes brighten with amusement. Despite being friends since diapers, Chelsea and you are practically sisters, knowing everything about each other to the point you know how to push the others buttons.

“Now… tell me,” Head cocking to the side to exaggerate her curiosity over the boy you were looking at.

Deep sigh releases, eyes closing momentarily still adjusting to the pounding in your head with the sun shining through the room.

“I met him yesterday, he just liked my performance s’all,” You confess, hand leaving your head and unlocking your phone, passing the device to Chelsea she smiles happily before fixing her body to allow you to see her scrolling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She questions with fake hurt, her mouth dropping as she shows you a picture of him topless, tattoos on display with credit towards his artist for the incredible artwork.

You try not to blush as you close your eyes and shake your head, hand combing over your face before dropping into the pillow.

“Because it’s really nothing, he was just being nice…” You trail off, brain relaxing at the black emptiness your shut eyes provide.

“Oh no babe, your what the fuck moment wasn’t because he was just being nice,” Chelsea points out, threaded brows sticking up and everything as she passes a blurry picture of him playing guitar.

“Well… he kinda…” Her head immediately snaps towards you, eyes twinkling and cheeks swelling, it’s crazy scary how she gets more excited about your love life than you do. “He introduced himself to me yesterday, I only told him my name and—”

“—And now he’s following you?!”

You tear your head away from the pillow to rise up and nod your head at her, the squeal that leaves her is adorable as she gets up on her feet and begins to jump around in her bed, it for sure has her downstairs neighbors annoyed by her presence.

“Do you know what that means?” She asks with enthusiasm, her bouncing body halting as she falls to her knees, dropping your phone and shaking you erratically. Your tender brain rattles against your skull as you hiss in pain.

“It means he took your name and ran to the internet! He specifically looked for you, this has to be set in stone, I mean how many men do that today?” She’s rambling, her eyes frantic and grip tight, she was so thrilled you can’t help but laugh at her expression.

“Sorry to rain on your parade but, don’t creepy weird men do that?” You reply, lips curling into a smirk as she looks at you clearly annoyed before her hand is picking your phone back up.

Her lilac fingernail points to the grinning hockey player showing off an array of sloppy decorative cupcakes with different colours piped over the surface.

“What creepy weirdo do you know that bakes just to “try something new,”” Her eyes squinting to read over his caption before shoving it in your face.

Another groan leaves your throat as you drop into the pillow, cheeks smushing against the material as you shake your head tiredly at her.

“Okay, so what if he’s not a weirdo it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.”

“Liar!”

Annoyed draw of air escapes you, body twisting around under the sheets as you adjust to look at her better. “I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are! The first thing you did when I called you out was hide your phone!” She taunts, only making your ears ring and throat tighten at the moment.

“B —Because—”

“B —B—Because,” Chelsea mocks you before snickering. Your hands go to cover your face to groan again at your teasing friend. “Just admit he’s cute at least.”

Deep breath fills your lungs as you nod shortly in your palms, the lines along your fingers disappearing as you tear them away and look at your friend with annoyance.

“Yes, he’s quite attractive but no, I’m not interested.” You say, shifting your sight over her shoe rack to Chelsea who rolls her eyes at your stubborn attitude.

“You know you don’t have to lie to me…” Lips expand tightly to show displeasure as she falls back into the bed. Her hands placing the phone back into yours while now smiling at you genuinely.

“It’s almost been like two years Y/N, at least talk to someone new, it’ll do you some good.” Those words having you shaking your head, seriousness consuming your body as you think about your last relationship.

“I’m not ready for that. I think I’m better off alone right now.”

Even though you went out two days prior, exhaustion still overcomes your body. Your calves sore, toes pinched together and dark undereye bags, it’s written all over your face you’re still hung over. The Redbull that falls from the machine and clunks around at the bottom has your knees bend to retrieve it.

You don’t even wait to go back to the bench as you crack it open, delicious energetic liquid flowing down your tongue curated to taste like blueberries; it welcomes itself with its delicious after taste letting a relieving sigh escape at the refreshing drink that boosts your mood.

“Y/N!”

Your head immediately turns to see Harry, beaming smile and messy curls walking over to you.

Fading band t-shirt covering his chest with black basketball shorts resting along his hips, his usual hockey equipment in hand.

“Oh! Hey, Harry,” You smile faintly at him, fingers curling around your phone once he overshadows you.

“How’s it been? Sorry I had to cut the night before I was running behind,” He explains, nervously laughing as he still manages to tower over you even in sneakers.

“Oh, it’s alright! I figured.” You reassure, sight looking between his eyes and the dimple that tugs at your heart strings. You’ve always been a fool for dimples.

“I wanted to, uh, catch up with you so I followed you on Instagram,” Your eyes slightly widen that he’s even revealing this to you. He’s so honest and you barely even know him, barely even had a whole conversation with him, yet he’s already confessed having watched your practices and now wants to catch up?

“I didn’t know how famous you were, I guess you missed it?” His hand going to his neck and scratching the skin there, still laughing lightly. The comment has your lips tugging up slowly, eyes darting between his and the blue can in your hold.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll check right now,” You apologize, your heart begins to pick up in your chest as you lock eyes back with him. Your choice of words has his head shaking, hand twitching by his side as he goes to crack his knuckles.

“No! I —I don’t want you to think nothing of it, I just noticed, I’m sure you’re busy and everything! Don’t worry you won’t lose a fan” He grins brightly, thick finger raising to his chest to give you a thumbs up.

The gesture has you giggle lightly, head swaying from each side as you rock on your skates. Now he’s a fan of yours? And even with those words he says it so confidently, are you in the Twilight Zone?

“I’ll do it right now,” Phone in hand entering your passcode, going onto the multicoloured app and clicking on the magnifying glass.

“No… uh, you really don’t have too,” Harry hesitates, his teeth biting into the skin of his lip as his hand holding his hockey stick fumbles with it.

“It’s fine don’t worry,” Your hand turns your phone around to reveal to him the search bar, waiting on him to type his name in even though you already know it by heart.

His large hand carries your device out of your smaller one, his fingers circling around the keyboard as if forgetting how to type. The motions leave you to prop your eyebrow up and look at him confused.

A heavy breath blows from him, eyes switching between you and the phone screen till he’s sighing deeply, nose scrunching up before his movements halting.

“Can I uh, put in something else?”

“What?”

“My number?”

Your mouth parts slightly, lashes blinking up at him surprised as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Completely blindsided and astonished that he even asked you that. You don’t even know what to say as you both stare at each other caught up in the moment.

“O —Or maybe I’m being too pushy, it’s okay.” He rushes, sight tearing away from you as he quickly begins punching in his username, your lips immediately close before you’re clearing your throat.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting,”

“No, it’s okay… here, that’s me.”

Your phone is back into your hand, and despite your unsure appearance Harry is smiling, cheery and happy as if not fazed by your confusion.

“No seriously, put your number in,” Fingers immediately opening your contacts to add him, hand attempting to pass the phone back.

“Y/N let’s go, you got ten more minutes until we’re done!” Coach Griffin is calling from the transparent doors that reveal him stepping through. His eyes catch on Harry who immediately lets go of your phone and grins an enchanting smile.

You curl it into your chest while nodding at your coach seriously, lips stretching tightly before you're walking in front of him and heading towards the gray-haired man.

“Come on, no distractions, you know this!” He comments, unibrow raising pointedly at you as he begins to walk along your side.

“Not a distraction, he was just being nice.” You say, leaving Griffin to grunt disapprovingly to your response.

But, you ignore him, head twisting around for a moment to see Harry, eyes locked on your retreating body, and when your sight connects he immediately turns to look distracted with lips squeezing into his cheeks.

The sore pain that aches within your muscles appears evident as you limbly slide amongst the ice. You wanted to take this practice easy, especially with your tournament in three days, but Griffin on the other hand wants everything perfect.

Your thighs burn and biceps tingle tiredly as your body succumbs to your routine that you’ve been performing for two hours straight, he was nit-picking everything about your performance as if your face wasn’t layered with exhaustion overcoming you.

The compelling chorus rings through the arena, your arms flexing outwards as you take two large strides, body twisting around to spin, perfectly landing your lutz before switching direction and continuing your motions to your next move.

And with each lyric does it race your mind of the curly brunette who has you in a frenzy. Going through his social media, rewatching his stories or seeing what he’s tagged in; for someone who wants to focus on oneself, you sure know how to watch someone.

But, hell, you’re confused. Harry with his dimple grin and tall frame, all the small moments that have happen tug at your heart strings, feelings as if maybe this is someone you can get to know? Or should you just swallow your pride and ignore it all, stick to what you know.

Caught up in your annoying thoughts and your heart a battlefield of the uncertainty between you and another hockey boy, one who should be the last of your worries, you find yourself regaining focus on your performance.

Easily you twist backwards into lengthy glides, figure eight cutting into the floor as you pick up momentum, left leg escaping to lift you up, your double axel clean until your right foot lands sideways, your left leg swinging you into the air to fall on your ass, arms spread out and catching your back before you slam against the ice.

“Y/N! Dammit!” Coach Griffin yells from the bench only leaving you to roll your eyes as you ball your fists together, slapping them into the cut up ice. “Run that part again!”

Your hands brush over your face, tears springing to your eyes from the exhaustion overtaking you. The tension flexing through every bone adds to the water that pierces your eyes, as you tug them away from the surface your sight immediately catches on Harry who looks concerned.

That’s your cue to stand, shaved ice running over your thick stockings and skirt while your thermal heated long sleeve doesn’t help the cold you ingest making your way back to your previous stance to retry your spin.

The music cuts a few seconds before your jump, you’re back to twisting and turning until this time sticking the landing of your previous miss. And as the dance continues you couldn’t help but let tears of frustration trail out, you're immensely tired and want nothing more than to ice your sore limbs rather than over extend it, but to even suggest that to your coach would just result in him saying.

“Pain is beauty.”

It’s why you suck through the rest of your performance, pulling through and striding painfully across the ice and stretching your limps over head to conclude your practice.

You’re thankful this time around there isn’t quite a large crowd to see you perform, but the fact Harry watched you take a fall today was embarrassing in itself. His presence in your life beginning to make itself known.

You found him cute with his stuttering yet confident self, the fact he can be nervous around you but tell you his thoughts as if nothing. It was refreshing to find that within someone, especially him. It showcases the difference between someone who tries while someone who simply doesn’t care.

But, who’s to say Harry is trying? Who’s to say Harry is even interested in you as much as you think about, and even if that was the case there’s only one thing that should be important to you right now, that gold medal, not some man who you barely even know.

Your heart and mind are pulling at each other and suggesting so many ‘what if’s’ moments you think you might explode. If there is one thing you’re good at, it’s overthinking; and right now it’s one of those times. Your darting eyes catch between Harry who looks indecisive to speak while Griffin looks displeased.

“You need to be sharper! Your timing should never waiver, you need to hit every mark; now go on and stretch,” His navy blue tracksuit stalks down the hallway filled with hockey players getting ready to take over the rink.

Your sight trails off of his shuffling body and to Harry who stands left to the entrance, timid smile stretching at the same time you turn away to grab your water bottle, immediately walking after your coach who just berated you.

“Hey! Hey! Y/N!” Harry is there next to you, thick shoulder and leg pads cushioning his walk. His hockey stick rattles against the chip painted floor, the call of your name has you bite back the tears that swirl around your eyes.

“I’m sorry but not right now,” You faintly smile turning to him, hand reaching out and pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ear, feet picking up pace as you see your locker room come into view.

But the heavy padding of him next to you doesn’t stop, and with the feeling of his palm catching your shoulder in his hold, your head whips around as if looks could kill.

“I just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re good? That was one landing,” Harry says, expression soft as his brow is perched with worry. It has your frazzled expression relaxing a bit. You shake your head, body stepping away from his touch as you look down at your skates.

“M’Fine,” You sigh in defeat, attempting to act as if you didn’t fall flat on your ass or get yelled at.

Though you shouldn’t act like it didn’t happen because he’s staring at you completely worried as if you sprained your ankle or worse. His towering appearance and bulky frame shields the space around you as people float past.

“Honestly, I hope you don’t take what he says to heart, you looked stunning out there, absolutely—”

“Oh, please spare me the theatrics,”

Your eyes roll at hearing the words people say to try and cheer you up. You know your performance was shit, it was obvious from your form to the lazy expressions today, but you’re tired, and your mind is a battlefield of forgetting someone old and welcoming someone new.

“I wasn’t good today, I know I wasn’t… I don’t need you to try and butter me up to make me feel better.” Hands squeezing against your hips as you look at him, the outburst of words immediately has you pinching your mouth together and stepping back. Head shaking tightly as you look between him and the ground.

“I —I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just”

“Tired.”

Harry finishes your sentence, a sheepish smile extending across his lips before he’s stepping towards you, evening the space out as he looks over your irritated face.

“I can tell, and I don’t care if I’m buttering you up with compliments, even if you are tired you still own that stage.” His words lift your gaze up; furrowed brows relaxing with lips twisting into your cheeks.

“I know how it feels to be exhausted, running on E, I can relate and… just hope you take it easy once you get home,” Harry’s hand that once touched your shoulder lightly hooks onto your palm, you find yourself allowing him to cradle your fingers gently swaying your hands.

“Nice warm epsom salt bath, Tiger Balm and clean sheets?”

“Are you using muscle relaxing remedies to flirt with me?”

You both laugh, sight sparkling as your once pierced eyes relax. Chest softening and stare pleasantly admiring the tall brunette before you while his own view appreciates the beauty in front of him, your fingertips blindly tapping against each other.

“I hope it worked?” Harry counters, stepping closer to you. The comment makes your ears tingle slightly, your body welcoming his towering appearance as he practically covers you with all his equipment on.

“I’m definitely feeling better.” You find yourself admitting. Cheesy smiles being exchanged. It’s the delicate touches and innocent connection that make you feel an invisible string tying.

The fact that he relates to your frustration and even calmed you down from being railed up despite you saying hurtful things, it comforts the sewn fragments of your heart that experienced neglect when frustrated with your own feelings. As if feeling like having no one to confide in or talk to, moments you were tired and would be ignored.

Harry instead recognizes your hurt and comforts you, he’s polite and genuine, caring eyes looking at you happy that you're relaxed compared to your previous appearance.

“I, uh, was actually thinking are you—”

Buzzer loudly sounding from the scoreboard notifying the opposing sides to take the ice, meaning that it’s Harry’s cue to follow his team. The eye roll and giggle that leaves the space is cute between the bodies of you both. Your sight looking up at him as your skates rock back and forth.

“Why is it that every time I tried to—”

“Aye! Yo! Styles! Let’s go!”

Another trail of laughter escaping as Harry huffs, head nodding annoyingly to his friend who calls for him.

“I’ll text you!” He grins, stick clicking by his side as he walks backwards grinning towards you.

It’s in that moment do you realize what transpired. Harry and you being so close, fingers dancing amongst each other like when you both cross over the ice, and the way he easily drew you in, all sweet and kind. You’re not familiar with such peace, especially with a man you barely know.

You’re still standing by the locker room, sight stuck on the 22 in bold white letters on his back, helmet and stick slinging in his hand as his curls flex against the wind, head leaning back to allow water to flow directly into his mouth. The sight is one you can’t help but admire because of how handsome he looks, tall and beefy striding along the ice, jawing tensing as he swallows the water, his body walking him through the opposite door of his team section to set his water down.

It’s when he turns around to look towards the rink does his eyes catch onto yours, your cheeks immediately heating up as you tear your eyes away and retreat into the locker room.

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