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lovecanyon · 2 days ago
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last show, long island.
dad!harry x reader.
(more dad!harry here)
sorry i haven’t been active. school has been kicking my ass.
it was a particular sappy day. during rehearsal harry repeatedly sang kiwi three times, not wanting to end the last rehearsal of the U.S leg of tour. but he had to.
the night before he shed tears to his girlfriend because everything went by so fast and he wanted to stay in the moment forever.
on the other hand y/n was slightly grateful that they could finally settle down but she couldn’t lie and say that she wasn’t going to miss dancing with his fans.
call her selfish but she wanted him all to herself.
when it hits six thirty harry starts to change out of his causal clothes and into his custom outfit made by gucci. he stares distractedly at his girlfriend breastfeeding his son as he gets ready.
she was such a heavenly woman.
sarah and mitch left their child with mitch’s parents because they were staying with them for a while after tour was over. his mom offered to watch beau but harry immediately declined respectfully because he needed his son with him at the most important night of tour.
“thanks for coming tonight again darling.” harry speaks up as he puts on his rings. he was always grateful to have a woman especially someone like y/n with him.
he always knew he was out of her league and in reality he was. she was a well known activist and both her parents were prominent people political world so her being with a rockstar didn’t make sense to the public.
harry was worried that she would get hate but instead he got it. he’s heard it all before but it coming from the relationship he was the most happiest in hurt.
he remembers getting into a huge fight with her about a dumb article which ended up with him sobbing in her lap on the kitchen floor.
but deep down inside he knew they loved each other especially their bundle of joy.
“it’s nothing h, i wanted to come.” y/n smiles at a shirtless harry walking towards her. the baby below her let’s out a gurgle signaling that he was done feeding. “can you burp him i need to change.”
“of course pet.” right away he grabs the burp cloth throwing it over his shoulder before grabbing beau who was making grabby hands to him.
y/n goes to harry’s clothing rack where his stylist lambert left her clothes that alessandro michelle styled especially for her to match her boyfriend.
a couple of days prior she threw him a birthday party with the help of her dad’s. without the designer harry and y/n probably wouldn’t have met.
she changes out of harry’s damn hoodie and her crochet shorts —. she takes off her nursing bra before slipping on her dress —. the new mom has never experienced her breasts leaking but during the midst of her boyfriend’s tour she was horrified.
y/n didn’t know that breast milk was seeping through her shirt until she was pulled aside by sarah. after that she was introduced to breast pads to stop the leaking from showing.
harry went out and bought a bunch for her after finding out the situation to make her feel more comfortable. he cared for her so much.
after slipping the pads inside the dress she walks over to harry who was patting their beau’s back. a huge burp comes out of him making them burst out laughing.
“damn little guy.” y/n beams making harry grin at her. he starts to rock beau to sleep making her dim the lights before softly sitting down next to her boys.
it doesn’t take that long until beau is passed out against his fathers bare chest. he always goes to sleep faster with harry. it was a habit that y/n didn’t mind.
he quietly gets up and gently puts his son down in the bassinet before moving to wrap his arms around his girlfriend’s waist.
“you looks so fucking gorgeous.” he growls into her neck biting into her skin making her laugh. “so. fucking. flawless.” he grabs her jaw kissing her in between each word.
“i love you.” y/n grins biting her lip as she wraps her arms around his neck pulling herself closer into his warm chest.
“i love you more.” he mumbles leaning his forehead against her’s. she shakes her head before pressing her lips against his. not even a couple seconds into the kiss a soft knock comes from the door. he groans lowly at her pushing him away.
“go get it.”
y/n turns around making harry slap her ass. a sharp breath comes out of her as he laughs walking to the door. jeff was revealed on the other side making him move out of the way so he could walk in before shutting it.
“you ready yet. they need you in the box.” jeff whispers to harry aware of the sleeping baby in the room.
“yeah i just need to put on my vest then i’ll be ready.” he mumbles walking to the rack where his clothes were hung. he grabs the vest off the hanger and puts the article of clothing on.
he looks at y/n through the mirror who was putting on her heels —. she looked like a fucking goddess that he couldn’t take his eyes off of.
harry had to get dragged out by jeff because he didn’t want to leave his girlfriend. he rushed out when she whispered that he would get an reward tonight if he would be good. he obviously obliged.
y/n goes out right when golden starts to play. gemma whom she met up with earlier was waiting for her along with glenne. the three of them screamed and jumped up and down when they saw each other.
it may be the last show but it was the happiest night ever.
y/n was carefree dancing to her man’s music with the best people ever. she loved supporting the love of her life. if music was his passion and he loved it so did she.
during adore you harry started to laugh at his sister and girlfriend dancing around with each other making everyone start to record them. he throws y/n a bunch of kisses before doing his iconic adore you shimmy. she lets out a big grin behind her mask but you could tell she was happy by the way her eyes crinkled up.
during cherry y/n’s pulls out her phone out of her pocket of her love on tour jacket that a crew member gave her. she takes a few pictures of him then sends them to anne who requested some.
finally the last song kiwi started to play. harry was dancing around stage in his rockstar world that he has always dreamed out and finally he was living it.
y/n could tell harry didn’t want to end the show when he started to play kiwi for the third time. it was bittersweet but he knew it had to end.
the band started to come together to say a final thank you. they started to bow making the crowd grow louder.
he didn’t rush off the stage like he normally would instead he slowly walked offstage. he nods at some fans and grabs a boutique of flowers from one.
harry immediately spots his girlfriend making him rush over to her. he gives her a bone crushing hug swaying her back and fourth which makes the arena start to go even more crazy.
he knew a bunch of cameras were pointed at him but at this point he didn’t give a fuck. she was the love of his life and the mother of his child. it couldn’t get any better than that.
“these are for you darling.” he whispers in her ear before leaning back and handing her the flowers. she grabs them with a huge grin before pushing him away to accept the hugs from jeff and glenne.
harry moves to hug his dad greeting him before rushing to his girlfriend again. he wraps his arm around her waist before starting to walk backstage.
for a moment he stops to take a final look at the arena with y/n before heading backstage for the final time.
as they make their way to the dressing room harry hugs and thanks each crew member he sees with his girlfriend watching. of course he was stalling, he seriously didn’t want to leave.
when the dressing room door shuts tears start to well in his eyes. he was watching y/n pack his bag with his essentials that he brought with him to every show.
y/n rushes towards him when she hears a sniffle making her frown. she cups his face as her thumbs wipe away her boyfriend’s tears.
“baby it’s bittersweet. everything will be like this again okay, don’t cry please.” she mumbles watching him close his eyes before digging his head into her neck. “i love you so fucking much you rockstar.” she pulls his hair making him wholeheartedly laugh.
a coo breaks them apart. beau legs were up in the air signaling the baby was awake. harry shrugs off his vest before going to pick up his son as y/n finishes packing.
when she’s done she calls the security to take their bags to the car because it was probably packed out front which meant they needed to leave faster.
y/n quickly changes out of her dress and into the causal clothes she was previously wearing. after, she holds beau as harry moves to change out of his preforming outfit. he puts on a pleasing hoodie along with his grey sweats.
before they they put beau in the car seat harry puts a sweater on him to protect his son from new york’s cold weather. after he makes sure the baby is comfortable before putting on the car seat cover —.
they hurriedly make their way out of the building and into the car without any photos being taken of them which they are grateful for.
once beau’s car seat is buckled up harry runs to the drivers side and swiftly hops in. y/n grabs his hand stopping him from turning on the car.
“you did amazing. seriously you surprise me every fucking show. your something special harry.” she tells him which makes him almost start cry but instead he gives her a big grin and leans in to kiss her.
“i love you so much darling.”
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satanhalsey · a day ago
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Summary: The first look at Harry and Y/N's relationship was in This Is Us, the One Direction movie.
W/N: In honor of today being the last day of this is us on netflix latin america, here are small moments of Y/N in the movie.
"The final contestant who's made it through is..." Simon speaks. "Tom Richards."
Harry sighs in disappointment and grabs his beanie in frustration, he doesn't even listen to what the judges have to say and just walks angrily off stage.
He cries without caring about the cameras, and among the contestants, he looks for her. He takes off his beanie and wipes his tears with it, ignoring the camera in front of his face. He just wanted to go home.
"And then as I was, like, about to leave and they just called all five of our names out." Zayn says to the camera.
When he finds her, he throws himself into her arms and cries.
"Harry didn't have a clue, I remember he was just crying in Y/N's arms and him saying, like: 'Yeah, you kept us back because you wanna try and make us cry. We're young boys and we're all gonna be crying.'"
"Make a bit of good TV."
"It's okay, H. I know you'll make it one day, I promise you will." She whispers in his ear, stroking his back and the curls that escaped from the beanie. "Now go, they're calling your name."
"Your turn!" Johannah, Louis' mom, passes the marker to Y/N, and she takes it to write in the phone booth.
"I want a Louis one, and then at night, I can just go and say goodnight." Johannah points to Louis' cardboard and squeezes Y/N into her arms, who snuggles up against her. "At least I have one more daughter." She says.
The girl laughs, her heart full of love for her friend's mother, and hopes that scene has remained in the movie.
Luckily, it does.
"I am their dad on the road, we have a very good working relationship." Paul says. "The only issue I have is they're all a pain in the ass. Y/N included."
"Speed ​​it up, Louis. They're gonna catch us!" Y/N yells from the back of the cart and her friend listens to her, accelerating as fast as he can.
"Nothing to see here, sir!" He screams and they both burst into laughter
"Love, this way!" Harry grabs her hand and they run from the staff.
They both come to a gate, and he tries to go under it.
"Harry, really?" She sighs, unable to believe it.
Suddenly someone grabs her and she screams when Preston throws her over his shoulder, the same goes for Harry when someone else grabs him.
"Noooo!!" She says, dropping onto Preston's shoulder, who laughs.
She looks at her boyfriend, who has a pout on his lips. "Sorry, my fault."
"Back to the dressing room." The man says, and the young couple sighs.
Y/N is excited for this part of the movie.
They were able to go home and Harry's going to record bits of the movie there.
Now, they walk through one of the many places in the city of Holmes Chapel that they know well. Harry has an arm around his love's shoulders, not caring about the camera that records them.
"I like Holmes Chapel." He says, and she looks at him silently, listening intently. "Pretty much every other part of my life has changed, apart from coming down here. It's just exactly the same."
Y/N smiles, in love with him.
Recently, she began to notice the changes in him, as he stopped being a boy to be a man, as he changed his hairstyle, his physique, and the tattoos just continue to add to his body.
But she knows that he will always be the same with her.
"My first kiss was down there. I kissed a girl, like, a bit further down. We were, like, against a tree. It was pretty steamy." He points to the area in front of them. "I wish my first kiss would have been with someone else, though."
He pushes her playing, and she does it back laughing.
They both had their first kiss with someone else, but it didn't bother them. How were they going to know that one day they would meet the person they'd spend the rest of their life with?
"Don't worry my love, I promise you'll be my last."
She would never forget the name of W. Mandeville.
"I worked at the bakery, for about two and a half years."
"I remember... the years of leaving school and visiting Harry at the bakery is something that was a daily routine for both of us. Me in the school uniform helping him clean, take inventory, and more." Y/N says to the camera, having flashbacks.
"One seventy-six and your receipt."
He hands the money to a client, and his girlfriend smiles looking at him.
"He looks the same." She turns around and tells the camera, then continues sweeping. "Just a little bit older."
"And more handsome?" He asks, and the old ladies laugh.
"If it helps you sleep."
Y/N walks past Niall and her boyfriend, seriously thinking about how good he looks today.
She had to keep her hands to herself, because this was going to be in the movie.
They are in a forest in Sweden to camp, and she wanted to give the boys some time alone, but they threw tantrums like little children for her to go.
"It's not the same without you." Zayn had told her.
"Y/N and I are on pine cone duty." Louis said, and the two of them started kicking things off the ground.
"To be fair, when we make tents, we're normally the ones who just pretends to be busy the whole time." Y/N says, and her best friend laughs with her.
"Baby, come here, i'm cold." Harry snuggles up against Y/N in a small chair for the two of them.
It's already night, and they managed to set up the tents and the campfire.
"'Kay, bub." She answers him, and hugs him tighter.
"Do you think if one of us, wasn't in the band, though, the band would be this big?" Liam says, with a marshmallow in hand.
They all deny it, because it's the truth. They wouldn't be that big.
"I think when we look back at this, no matter what we do after this, we'll never, ever beat this." It's Niall's turn to speak.
"Yeah, but isn't that scary? If the best times of your life are now... that's crazy."
"Of a Benjamin Button thing, though? that we get to do it backwards, do you know what I mean?" Payne speaks again. "We get to go after this and then have a proper, normal life. Just have, like, a wife and kids. Do you know what I mean? don't you think that's quite nice? that's what I look forward to, if I look forward to anything."
Harry and Y/N get even closer to each other at the mention of marriage and children.
"So do you think, like, we're still gonna be mates?" Zayn asks, and Y/N sighs a bit sad, of course they'll still be friends.
"Of course, Z." She answers, and he smiles at her.
The boys also agree with her.
They talk more, and Harry joins the conversation, resting his chin on his girlfriend's shoulder to get a better view.
"Do you know what? It'd just be amazing to be remembered, like, even as a mum telling her daughter: 'The boy band at my time, One Direction, they just had fun.' Do you know what I mean? 'They were just normal guys but terrible, terrible dancers.'"
Everyone laughs at Louis' words, and Y/N caresses the arms that are wrapped around her waist that keep her still on Harry's lap.
She doesn't want this to end, she wants to continue having these moments with the five boys and to know that wherever she goes, she will always have them.
She just begs this doesn't end.
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harrysfolklore · 2 days ago
bandmate!yn (victoria de angelis) - headcanon
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so what i tried to do here is a little description of their story, and what happened behind the insta posts, not sure if this is good but i hope you like it
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harry needed someone to take over adam’s place for love on tour and a mutual friend introduced him to yn, a bassist from new york with a beautiful voice
yn joined the love band on bass and vocals, it was the first time she was going to be performing in big stages as part of a tour
she got along really well with everyone in the band, specially harry, they found out that they have a lot in common so they started hanging out more than usual
their relationship moved quickly, they spent all the time together taking pics of each other, stealing each other’s clothes and even sharing a few kisses
it didn’t take long until the fans started noticing that maybe there was something going on between them, they had great chemistry on stage, always flirting with each other and interacting on social media, something that harry doesn’t normally do
when it was time to bring love on tour to new york, yn took the chance to reunite with her close friends who started a small band, including her best friend, damiano
harry found out about damiano when yn posted a pic sitting on his lap, he instantly got jealous and a little hurt so he shut yn out without giving her a chance to explain
after the first two new york shows, yn asked for a week off to support her friends on their first small gigs in new york, harry agreed, thinking that it would be good to be away from her for a while
yn stayed in new york to support her friends, and kept posting pics with them on social media, fans quickly started making theories about what could’ve possibly happened between her and harry, because they also noticed some changes in harry’s attitude
yn was firm about not wanting to give harry’s fans explanation about her personal and private life, even with damiano constantly telling her to defend herself from people sending hate to her
when yn came back to the tour, harry was still avoiding her and thinking that she had lied to him, and even if yn wanted to talk to him to clear everything out, he shut her out
eventually, the harryween shows came and they were back in new york, yn decided to invite damiano and the rest of her friends to the show, harry wasn’t pleased about it at all
yn decided that she was done with harry not wanting to listen to her (she also missed him terribly) so she was going to make him hear her at any cost
harry let go of his pride and agreed to finally talk to her, and he realized that he was acting stupid all this time, he even apologized to damiano too, and found out that he was actually a really nice guy and they could even be friends
after that, harry promised yn that he was going to make it up for her, because he actually likes her a lot and wants to make things right, so they started going on small and private dates, picking up their relationship where they left it
with the end of the tour approaching, they both realized that the feelings they have for each other are real and strong, and made their relationship official the night after the long island show
harry plans on spending a few weeks with yn in new york to take her on dates and spend as much time with her as possible
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mxlti-lover · 2 days ago
Silent Treatment {I}
Summary: You and Harry have been dating for 2 years now. While on tour, he wasn't feeling to well that night. You tried convincing him to stay home, but all he did was get sassy. You soon got fed up with him and gave him the silent treatment.
Warnings: Strong language, sassy Harry.
Word count: 1.8k
A/N: sorry this kind of sucks, i wrote it 2 years ago and haven’t edited it, sooo enjoy. :) {pt. 2}
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It all started at 8:30 a.m.
Harry woke up with a terrible stomach ache and a 101 fever. You tried to help him - giving him medicine, soup, etc. - but he refused to take anything you gave him.
"Come on baby, you need to take something. You have a concert tonight." You say frustrated with your stubborn boyfriend.
"Y/N I will be fine." He mumbled as he stands up stumbling to the bathroom for what seems like the hundredth time.
You roll your eyes sighing sitting on your shared queen sized bed. You were used to Harry's sassiness after about 2 and a half years of being together. It always frustrated you to the point you wanted to rip your hair out of your head, but you loved him dearly and always worked hard to help him.
"You're so stubborn and it pisses me off." You mumbled glancing over at him hunched over the toilet.
"A lot of things piss you off love." He mumbles in his gruff morning voice looking over at you smirking softly.
You glare at him as you flip him off with a little fuck-you look. You knew he was only messing around with you, but it always hurt your feelings when he started being an asshole. He slowly stands to his feet stumbling from his dehydration. You sigh as you walk over wrapping your arm around his waist helping him back to the soft bed. You frowned as you could feel how hot and sweaty he is, that and he was only in his black Calvin Klein underwear, his clothes scattered across the floor from when he took them off in the middle of the night.
"I told you that you need to drink water bub." You sigh as you walk over turning on the ceiling fan for him.
"Sorry..." He mumbled as he closes his eyes enjoying the cold breeze blowing on him.
You sigh as you walk out of the room heading downstairs to the kitchen grabbing a glass of water for Harry, although you feel as though he might reject it once again. As you head back upstairs you hear the horrible sounds of gagging. You shiver to yourself as you hated the fact of anyone throwing up - the sounds and smells was what bothered you the most. As you slowly approached your shared bedroom, the smell got stronger by the second, your eyes widen when you finally get to see what happened. There he was, hunched over in the middle of the room, vomit splattered all over the white carpeting.
"I'm so sorry babe, I tried to hurry to the bathroom bu-" You cut him off mid-sentence by walking away from the room, the fumes making you nauseous yourself.
You don't mean to be rude, but you need to take care of him. You can't risk getting sick yourself. You walk to the closet at the end of the hallway grabbing a towel along with your steamer. You walk back into the room as you see Harry curled into a little ball on the bed. A frown forms upon your face seeing the sight of him, you always felt bad when he was sick.
It took you an hour to clean up Harry's accident, you were sweating yourself from the hot room and all the hard work you had to put into cleaning the carpet. You throw the towel into the washer and lay down next to Harry. He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, his head rested upon your boobs, his emerald eyes tiredly look up at you.
"M'sorry for being a pain in the ass this morning. I know you're only trying to help me feel better before the show, but I know I can't miss out on the show tonight, which means I have to learn how to control it," He says as his emerald eyes pool into yours.
"It's okay baby I'm not mad at you," You say running your fingers through his beautiful brown curls. "But I think you should stay home and rest. You have a fever and we don't want you accidentally exploding like a volcano on your fans. You just need the rest, and I know your fans will understand."
"I can't miss it baby. There's only four of us now remember?" He sighs laying his head back onto your chest.
Zayn left the band at the end of their last tour. The boys all understood but were hurt at the same time. The memories and all the fun they had together faded away. It was a really hard time for the boys to cope with and it still is as they start their fourth headline concert tour, On The Road Again Tour.
You sigh as you sadly knew it was true, it would be hard for the other boys to perform without him. Your fingers mindlessly tangle into his curls as you zone out, his soft snores snapping you out of your thoughts. You smiled softly as you kiss the top of his head.
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You were now in the boys dressing room as they all messed around. Harry wasn't any better, but he still put a smile on his face and tried to have a good time. The boys all loved you dearly and were glad to see you when you came into the room with Harry.
"Liam give me back my phone!" Niall yells as he chases him around the room, Liam laughing as he messed around on his phone.
"Ohhh, who's Sydney?" Liam asked as Niall's eyes popped out of his head, his face immediately going pale, but his cheeks turned a light crimson color.
"No one, now give it back!" Niall yelled as he yanked his phone out of his hands.
"Ooh, Niall's got a girl!" You teased smiling.
"Oh hush." Niall says laughing.
You all laughed as Harry wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you down into his lap, his head buried into your neck, his curls tickling your neck softly. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his strong ones, rubbing your thumb on his forearm softly.
"How are you feeling baby?" You whispered to him turning your head to look at him.
"Like shit..." He mumbled sighing kissing your shoulder softly.
You get off of his lap walking over to the fridge grabbing him a water. You walked back holding it out to him.
"Here, so you're not dehydrated when you go out to perform." You say softly looking at him.
"No, M'fine. You don't have to baby me 24/7 Y/N" He says lowly yanking the water bottle out of your hand placing it on the table next to him.
"I'm just trying to make sure you feel okay for the show, you don't have to be an ass about it!" You snapped getting fed up with his sassiness.
"I'm not an ass! You're the one acting like you're my fucking mother! I can take care of myself!" He snapped back looking up at you, his eyes dark and filled with anger.
You shake your head crossing your arms. "Well you're the one that's acting like a fucking child!" You spat as you walked out of the dressing room.
If he was going to act like this, then you weren't going to deal with it. From now on, you were going to give him the silent treatment until he got his act together.
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You sat backstage as you watched the boys perform 'Midnight Memories', one of your favorite songs by them. You didn't notice you were singing along and bobbing your head until you saw Harry watching you smiling.
You blushed softly as you glanced down at your feet, Harry has been trying to talk to you ever since you stormed out of the room, but you refused to let him have his way. He was being a complete dickhead to you and you hated it, he was usually like that when he was annoyed or sick, but he was never like that to you. Sure he was stubborn, but he would never call you out like that, especially not in front of your guys' friends or family.
You looked up as you heard Harry tell Niall to move out of the way, there he was running towards you. He ran to the trash can next to you throwing up in it. You frowned rubbing his back softly and grabbed a water bottle on the ground. You handed it to him once he was done, he took it taking sips of it as he leaned on you. You rubbed his arm guiding him over to a chair to sit down, but he shook his head pulling his arm away from you.
"I'm fine..." he mumbled as he started to walk back on stage, but you grabbed his arm before he could go any further.
"No, Harry you need to rest for a few minutes. You're jumping around and it's probably upsetting your stomach even more." You finally spoke to him after an hour or two of not talking to him.
He turns around glaring at you biting his lips softly before he spoke "I already told you, I don't need your fucking help. I'm not a fucking child, I'm a grown ass man. I can take care of myself! I don't need you're fucking help! So stop acting like a clingy bitch and just leave me the fuck alone!" He yells lowly yanking his arm away from her going back on stage.
Your eyes stung at his words, 'clingy bitch'. You blinked away the tears shaking your head storming out of the arena. You had enough of his attitude and didn't want to see him until he was over this fucking mood swing. You called a taxi and headed back to yours and Harry's little home.
Once you got their you headed straight upstairs to your room changing out of your clothes wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and your panties. You laid in bed cuddled into the sheets thinking about everything that happened today, how supportive and helpful you were trying to be and he calls you a fucking clingy bitch?! You shook your head as you let the tears fall, you weren't necessarily sad, just really frustrated to the point where you just didn't want to deal with it anymore. But you loved Harry and you couldn't leave him over something so stupid and pathetic like this.
You slowly fall asleep as your body was really tired after such a stressful day with Harry...
• • •
First little fic!
This was actually one of the fics I had on my old account.
It honestly kind of sucks.
I have a part 2 for it I will be posting tomorrow!
For now give me your feedback and I hope you enjoy!
Love you all!🤍
~ Paige
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wckdszn · 12 hours ago
Harry styles x reader first child 🤪😭
word count: 1.5k
author’s note: this was really fun to write because harry with babies is so cute. so i hope you guys enjoy! this is also my first harry fic so if you have any feedback or anything i’d greatly appreciate it. if you’d like to send something in, you can do so here!
warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of pregnancy
parings: harry styles and reader
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the days were long and the nights were longer but everything and anything was worth it for you baby girl. the baby girl that had harry’s bright green eyes and your small nose, something the two of you always joked about during your pregnancy.
it had been about two weeks after you had brought your baby home, harry, who had been an absolute dream, had the entire nursery ready to go by the time you had come home. the walls were painted a neutral yellow, the crib was all put together with the rocking chair just adjacent to the changing table, all the stuffed animals lined up amongst the walls (“i wanted her to have options!”); it was more than you could’ve asked for, especially since he had put up with so much during your pregnancy.
you weren’t going to deny how needy you were during those nine months, constantly complaining about the pain or waking him up in the middle of the night for something as random as a peanut butter and banana sandwich; he never complained and did anything you asked him to. it definitely had something to do with you carrying his first child and the fact that he absolutely adored every last thing about you, even if he did have hours knocked off from his nightly sleep, he wouldn’t allow you to go without.
it was the middle of the night when you heard the cries coming from the static filled baby monitor, a small grain leaving your lips as you had just be able to fall asleep. your friends and family weren’t joking when they said it was going to be rough, especially the first couple weeks you had come home. you weren’t expecting things to be easy and you knew things were going to take some getting used to but- fuck.
“what is it?” harry mumbled into the plush of his pillow as he felt you push yourself up from the bed, his hand coming to stoke your exposed back. “she crying again?”
“not sure what’s going on, i fed her just before i put her down, changed her, burped her, everything. i’ll just go check on her, rock her back to sleep. get some rest, baby, you’ve done enough.”
you leaned down to press a kiss to his temple, his eyes opening softly to look up at you. you felt bad for everything you had put him through over the last couple of months, but loving him even more for everything he had done for you.
“no, no.” he grumbled, already pushing himself up and out of the bed before you were able to put up a fight. “i’ll go see what’s going on. you were up so late with her last night, it’s my turn. besides, we both know she likes me more.”
“oh, don’t flatter yourself, h. you’ve always been better with kids, but i’ll always have the goods when she’s hungry.”
both you and harry couldn’t help the snorts that came from your noses, shaking your head as you plopped back down against your pillow. there was no point in putting up a fight, he wasn’t going to let you come with him so it was best for you to just lie back down and get some rest so you could take the next call of cries that were sure to come.
only a few minutes had passed before you heard your husbands voice on the other side of the baby monitor, cooing and aw’ing at the small baby that hardly took up any room in the crib.
“what’s going on, honey? hungry? ‘needa be changed?” his voice was as low as a whisper but still rough and scratchy from just waking up. “let’s see what we have here.”
your cheeks started to burn with how widely you had been smiling. it had always been a dream of yours to have a family and a baby with someone that you loved, all of your wildest dreams coming true with harry. in fact, he had surpassed anything you had ever wished for.
you couldn’t stop yourself from getting out of bed and heading towards the nursery, you wanted to be apart of the sweet moments with both your baby and harry; you wanted to see him with your baby.
the light was low as you turned the corner into the room, harry sitting comfortably on the rocking chair with the little girl placed perfectly on his chest. his head was back against the pillow as his hands ran over her tiny features. his voice was quiet as he hummed along to ‘you are my sunshine’
she was so small you almost couldn’t believe that she was real. sometimes the shock had hit you that you and harry had created something so beautiful, something so small and precious.
your arms crossed over your chest as you leaned against the door frame, a small smile forming on your face as you watched over him, taking in the sweet moment in awe.
you could only hold back for so long before you made your way over to the chair, bringing your hands up to harry’s hair before your leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “how is she doing?” you asked softly, bring your hand up to softly run along the newborns head, providing your own sense of comfort.
“all good now, right back to sleep. see, told you she likes me.” his eyes opened, soft and sleepy, as he looked up at you. “could’ve probably put her back in her crib a couple minutes ago, but i couldn’t bring myself to move.”
“she’s the most precious when she’s sleeping, but let’s get her back to bed so we can get you back to bed, yeah?”
a small hum left harry’s lips as he gave a nod of his head, your hands coming down to carefully move the baby from his chest and into your arms. you immediately felt the same way that he did, not wanting to put her down for a couple minutes just to spend some innocent time with her.
harry’s arms soon came from behind you and around your waist, his chin hooking over your shoulder as you both looked down at your baby girl.
“can’t believe we made that, huh?” he asked, a soft chuckle following his words as he pressed his lips to your hair. “cant wait until we make the next one.”
your laugh was quiet but the roll of your eyes was loud. “oh, please. let’s see if this one turns out okay before we start working on the next one.”
you knew you wanted another baby with harry and he knew you wanted the same, but you couldn’t help but worry and be scared that you were going to mess up somehow.
“she’s going to be perfect. just like you.” he whispered, instantly reassuring you that you have nothing to worry about.
you looked up at him with a wide grin and pressed a quick kiss to the underside of his jaw, leaving his embrace to put her back into her crib. you lingered for a moment, making sure she wasn’t startled by the change in position and comfortable before you made your way back over to harry. he tossed his arm over your shoulders and pressed a kiss to the side of your head as he lead you out of the room and back to your bedroom.
you plopped down on your side of the bed and snuggled into the blankets, harry doing the same as you guys came face to face. “thank you for everything you’ve done, h. i know it hasn’t been a walk in the park, but i truly appreciate everything.”
harry stayed silent and instead pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, nudging his nose against yours as he pulled you tighter to his chest.
“no need to thank me. just wanna take care of m’girls.” he assured quietly, another kiss being pressed to your lips before he nudged his face into the crook of your neck. “now get some sleep, you know she’ll be back up in no time.”
you huffed quietly as you made yourself comfortable, a smile staying on your lips as you fell asleep in the comfort of harry’s arms. you knew you had nothing to worry about as long as you had him by your side, even if you were clueless on how to be a good parent or weren’t 100% sure in some cases, you knew that you two would figure it out together.
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honeypotstyles · 21 hours ago
the greatest gift of all
here’s my submission for @thebigbutterflytattoo’s Have Yourself A Harry Little Christmas writing event, while also following my Oh, What A World universe! i can’t wait to see what all of the other wonderful writers participating have planned, so please reblog and leave feedback if you loved this and any of the other pieces part of the writing event. happy holidays, friends ✨ 
word count: 1.7k | Oh, What A World universe
t/w: pregnancy
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It was surprisingly easy keeping the news from your husband. You weren’t anywhere special when you found out you were pregnant, like on your many trips to Italy, or in a different country during tour. It was much simpler than that. You both had a normal day of work, but you were feeling pretty run down. A few of your friends and people you came in contact with had been feeling sick with cases of a stomach bug or a cold. You figured you had caught one as well but took a pregnancy test because you remembered you had one under the sink. The two solid pink lines were the answers to all your questions. 
You let a few close people in your life in on the little secret so everything went according to plan. Of course, if anything went slightly wrong you’d let Harry know and didn’t want to drag out the surprise longer than necessary. Your mother, sister, and closest friend were the ones who kept you happy and healthy in the meantime.
While he was usually very observant, Harry didn’t think too much of the ordeal. With your other friends also feeling unwell after the most recent social outing, he figured your phase of sickness was harmless.
You felt a little bad attending your first doctor’s appointment without him, but you needed the confirmation that you were pregnant at all for the plan to go smoothly. At around 5 weeks, your only sign of growing a baby was a sudden decline in energy, but Harry’s concern was once again easily brushed off with your stress and burnout of the holidays coming up and a busy workload. That was somewhat true.
Still, you were pretty proud of yourself for coming up with such a sneaky plan and how well it was going. You didn’t want to wrap up the pregnancy test in a box and make him open it up in a few weeks on Christmas day, or surprise him with a tiny pair of shoes. You wanted to share it with him so cleverly that you’d be able to see the light bulb flick on over his head. That’s exactly how it happened. 
But before that, you and Harry planned to decorate both inside and outside the house for Christmas. You wanted to go all out with the tree and lights on the roof while drinking warm apple cider all day. Singing along to holiday classics with your husband wasn't too bad either. 
“I’ll hand you the boxes first, that sound alright?” he suggested while bringing down the ladder from the attic, the hinges creaking just slightly due to its lack of use.
You agreed with the plan and watched Harry carefully make his way up. He made comments about each box as if he was reminded of all the things you had both collected over the years. You could tell it was his favorite season and wanted the smile on his pretty face to stay there forever. Your little secret being a way to do so filled you with excitement once again.
As Harry continued handing the boxes down, you took the time to peek into each one to spot just what you were looking for. Two cable knitted stockings in a beautiful shade of ivory and each of your first initials monogrammed in scarlet red. It was a decoration you had ever since you started dating and was always hung up on the fireplace mantle around this time of year. Your eyes watered over the idea of a new addition. 
You blinked to hold back your emotions, but your husband was too distracted to notice. He helped you move each box out towards the living area for easier access. While he was going back and forth, you sneakily added the tiny stocking into the pile and buried it underneath the rest of the decorations for safekeeping.
It took a while to decorate the tree. You debated on which set of string lights to use and the placements of the ornaments. Harry kept distracting you from the task with his serenading, going far enough to wrap lengths of tinsel around both of your bodies so you could dance. He even let you get on his back as a boost to put the tree topper on. After about an hour or two, you stood back with your husband to admire your handiwork.
“What’s next, babe?”
There were quite a few boxes scattered around and waiting as you looked around. “Let’s hang the stockings up.”
After finding the box that held the stockings and his other surprise, he moved it closer to the mantle.
“Can you hammer in the nails first? I think I wanna hang them up a little differently this year."
Harry luckily didn't think too much over your statement. He hammered the nails into the mantle where he assumed you wanted them, two holes spaced evenly apart. “Like that?”
You pondered on it for a few seconds. “Can you add one in the very middle? I just want to see if we should move them closer.”
The quirk in Harry’s eyebrows didn’t go unnoticed, but he added another nail anyway. Picking up the two large stockings on top of the pile, he placed them respectively on each hook and left the nail in the middle empty. “What do you think?”
You stood back to approve of the scene in front of you, tilting your head while Harry waited patiently. He knew you liked things a certain way, especially decorating, so he’d redo it 10 times over and over if you wanted. 
“Hmm…” you crossed your arms. “I don’t know about those stockings this year. I bought some new ones in a different color a while ago and put them in the box. Can you hang them side by side so I can compare?”
Once again, your husband being the sweetest there ever was, got to work to please you. You watched as he dug into the box and navigated around the several lengths of decorative garland and figurines, thinking he was coming up short and almost giving up.
“I don’t see anything, my love. What color are they? I only see-“
You bit your lip to contain your excitement once you saw his movements halter. Crouched down near the box, he slowly rose to his height and faced you. His thumb padded gently over the tiny cable knitted stocking that inverted the colors of your own. You decided to keep it plain and without a monogrammed initial until a name was decided, but it was beautiful nonetheless.
His throat was starting to close up as he tried to work through the beginnings of a tear fest. He couldn't take his eyes off the stocking. With how small it was compared to your own, there was only one reason for why it was in the box. He just needed to hear you say it. 
“Are you…” he looked at you through glassy eyes glistening in front of the lit fireplace. “Are you pregnant?”
The beaming smile on your face matched the glow that now radiated throughout the home. The peaceful silence between you and Harry was broken as his sobs filled the space. Taking the few steps over to your open arms, he immediately wrapped himself around you. With the stocking held carefully in one hand, he used both to lift your head up towards him. His tears were getting in the way because he was so overwhelmed, but he hoped you could feel the passion through his embrace. 
His movements seemed to catch up with his mind as he pulled away quickly to hold you at arm’s length, the news finally setting in. His eyes scanned for any slight change in your body. “You’re pregnant.”
You nodded and wrapped your arms around his waist. “We’re gonna have a baby.”
You swore you saw hearts in his eyes as he took in your words, his lips parting in disbelief.
“We’re gonna have a baby.”
Harry confided in you once again, hiding his face in your neck. Your fingers naturally found their way into his hair while he sobbed quietly. You couldn’t help but laugh a little over his reaction, the news easily turning him into a ball of emotions. Once you felt his tear-coated eyelashes flutter against your skin, you ducked down to comfort him with a few kisses on top of his head.
Harry pulled away first to swipe against his cheeks to rid of the water on his face. His nose crinkled at the action, turning into a pretty, pink blush.
“God,” he chuckled and shook his head. “You sneaky thing.”
You shrugged your shoulders with no remorse, hand reaching up to wipe his tears away. He caught your hand to place a gentle kiss on the back of it. 
“How far along are you?”
“Roughly 5 weeks? I’ve already got my next appointment scheduled.”
He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be there.” 
“I know,” you smiled, kissing his puffy lips in response.
Harry continued to look at you in awe as his fingers just barely grazed over the front of your body. He knew there wasn’t a bump and wouldn’t be for a while, but he couldn’t believe you were already growing and taking care of something, or someone so special to the both of you.
“And when you were sick last month?”
You scrunched your nose up. “You caught me.” 
There was a slight upward quirk to his lips. His fingers moved to caress your sides gently and pull you back closer. 
“Are you ok now? You’re taking it easy right?” Realization crossed over his face. “Shit, I made you carry those heavy boxes.”
“It’s okay,” you quickly reassured him, bringing his face back in front of yours as he looked around in distress. “It’s still early, but I’m fine right now.”
Harry let you pull back his attention, sighing in relief and placing a kiss on top of your head. He finally remembered the stocking in his hand and walked over to the mantle to place it in the middle of the two larger ones, heart growing bigger at the visible size difference. He was already letting himself imagine your little one running around the house. 
You let your husband have his moment as he stared at all the stockings together, kissing his shoulder sweetly while standing at his side.
That seemed to break him out of his trance as he wrapped his arm around you once again, bumping his nose against yours. You couldn't help but giggle at how close he was, making him smile too.
“What are you thinking about?” you whispered against him.
He made the subtle movement to melt his lips against yours, looking at you like you gave him the world. 
“I love you. You’ve given me everything I could ever want.”
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heyyyharry · a day ago
Red (All Too Well inspired / Harry Styles fanfic) which we got lost in translation and I asked for too much.
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I got drunk, fell asleep, and woke up at 4 in the morning, then I couldn't fall back to sleep so I stayed up and wrote this.
Warning: smut.
Word count: 2.5k
She’d got that text at 3AM. She’d been in bed with a guy she’d met on a dating app. They’d been on a few dates, and he’d said all the right things and matched her energy and efforts. She’d never had to wonder if he’d liked her or not. She’d been doing great. But then that got damn text had lit up her phone, and she’d been sucked right back into that rabbit hole.
Hey, how have you been?
That had been the blandest opening line she had ever seen.
She had sat in her bed, eyes squinted, grimacing at the bright screen. They hadn’t spoken in months, and out of anything, he’d chosen that. The audacity.
She had rolled her eyes and turned the screen off, told herself to just ignore him and go back to sleep. Her date had reached out to pull her back in. She’d turned her back to his bare chest, letting him spoon her. But right as she’d closed her eyes, her phone had lit up once again with another text. It had seemed like the read receipt had terrified him for a second.
I’m sorry I disappeared. I lost my phone on vacation, but I’m home now. If you haven’t found someone already, I’d like to make it up to you.
‘If you haven’t found someone already…’
As if he’d cared.
She’d sucked in a breath as her date had tightened his arm around her waist and buried his face into her neck from behind. He’d seemed so comfortable, and she had been too before the text.
She could have put her phone aside and gone back to sleep. But she had known if she didn’t wake up to a third text from him in the morning, she would overthink. With him, she’d keep going round and round in circles like a carousel.
She had thought for a moment and decided to reply.
I’m sorry about your phone.
You can make it up to me next week.
He had read the messages in a second.
Red flag is typing…
Or right now.
Come over, Y/N.
And now she was on the night bus to see him. She’d told her date that her friend had called, and it’d been an emergency. He’d been so understanding and concerned, which had made her feel so guilty. But here she was, retracing her own mistakes.
He was waiting at the bus stop when she arrived. When you saw someone you hadn’t seen in a while, it felt easier to breathe. He stood with his hands in his puffer coat. It was three degrees outside. She wondered how long he had been waiting out here in the cold, and that tiny part in her that hadn’t guarded up against him shuddered at the thought that he might have waited in the cold for her.
Maybe she had overinterpreted this whole thing, but his eyes seemed to light up when she stepped off the bus. He took a step forward and put his arms around her. She buried her face into his neck and closed her eyes. She’d missed his scent. Not his expensive cologne but the smell of him, which had made her do double-takes on strangers too many times before.
“How have you been, love?” he’d asked, pulling away, his green eyes glowing in the dim streetlight.
She tried to ignore his hand which was resting on her lower back, but goosebumps had pimpled her skin under three layers of clothing.
“I’ve been good. You?”
“Great,” he said, dimples sinking deep into his cheeks. “Been cold, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she said, breathing out smoke.
“Let’s go.” He took her hand as they started walking, and a grin spread on his lips when he found that she was wearing gloves.
“Weakling,” he joked.
“I’m not. It’s three fucking degrees!”
“Nah, you’re just weak,” he said, lacing his fingers with hers. “But it’s okay. I’m here to keep you warm.”
Her thoughts faltered for a second at those words. He’d said them so casually as if they’d held no weight. She wondered if, for at least once, he’d meant these things he’d said. But she knew if they were out together during the day, which rarely happened, and this pavement was packed with people, he wouldn’t even be walking so close let alone hold her hand so tight. Then, as they walked and she gazed upon the side of his face, she couldn’t help but imagine him with another girl strolling down the empty street of Europe, and her stomach turned with anxiety.
The walk wasn’t short, but it could’ve been longer. She couldn’t bear the cold, but she hated when he let go of her hand on his doorsteps. He pulled the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
“My flatmate’s asleep,” he said in a whisper, as if his flatmate waking up and seeing her here would have been the end of the world.
She shook off the troubling thoughts and her coat and jacket, then followed him to his room. She had been here too many times that she could tell the slightest change he’d made.
“Did you get new sheets?”
“Yes.” He smiled and put on music as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “Do you like them?”
She stuck out her bottom lip and turned to look at the violet floral sheets. “Very pretty.”
“Like me.”
His comment made her giggle. “No, like me.”
“Like us,” he said then came to sit down next to her.
She’d seen him naked so many times yet him sitting so close to her still made her heart pound. She took in a sharp breath and smiled as he brushed a hair out of her face.
“I’m sorry I made you travel here,” he said. She’d never seen his eyes so green. “I would have come to you if I hadn’t been so tired from all the trains.”
“Did you just get back?”
“How was vacation?”
“It was good.” He grabbed her hand from her lap, brought it to his mouth and kissed it. Her heart shuddered at the simple gesture. “Food good. People good. Missed you though.”
“Really?” she scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” he chuckled. “I meant it.” Then, as proof, he pulled out his new phone. “See? Lost my phone on vacation.”
“I didn’t say you lied about it.”
He shrugged, put his phone on the nightstand and his hand on her hip. “Come here.”
She got up and moved to sit on his lap, resting her forehead against his. He shut his eyes, his lashes fluttering as he brushed his nose against hers. She wanted to ask him to tell her he missed her again. She liked hearing that. Because if he hadn’t said it, she would never have been able to tell.
His hand resting on her knees slowly made its way up to her thigh. He let out a satisfied groan as he pressed his nose to her neck. She leaned back, eyes shut, her hand in his hair. He caressed her thigh for a moment before sliding his hand up to her breast. Her body burned and ached for him. A hand on his shoulder, she turned to straddle his hips. He started kissing her neck, careful not to leave evident. She knew they weren’t teenagers, but she wished he’d leave a mark. So that she could walk out of here the next morning knowing it’d been real. And that he didn’t mean it like that when he hugged her like a friend at the bus stop and said, “Thanks for coming. It was nice seeing you.”
He pulled back for a moment, a hand at the back of her head, just looking at her.
“What?” she giggled.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmured.
She rolled her eyes again as he pulled her back in, pressing his mouth to hers. He kissed her tender, then he kissed her hard. They fell back on the bed, and she pulled off her sweater and shuffled down to sit on his thighs as he undid his trousers. She wished they could take it slow, but right now she didn’t want to. She needed to feel him inside her, to make him cum, to hear him say her name, to pretend that he hadn’t said all those sweet things just for this, that he wouldn’t shut off his feelings the second he pulled out of her.
“Condom. Have you got condoms?”
“Y/N, calm down.” He laughed and stopped her as she reached for his top drawer. He cupped her face, kissing her again with tongue. Her mouth fell open with a gasp as he unzipped her jeans and slipped his hand in. He looked her straight in the eyes as he started rubbing her there. She knew how much he liked her reactions to him. Her core clenched as he slipped one finger inside her. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me, baby.”
“Yes,” she panted, eyes closed, head tossed back so he could kiss her neck. Panting, he grabbed her hand and put it into her trousers. Then, as she rubbed her clit, trying to hold eye contact, he watched and worked his fingers inside her.
She had never come so hard. She sobbed out his name and rode out her orgasm until she collapsed onto him. He patted her hair as she breathed into his chest. Once she’d calmed down, he flipped them over, got undressed, then helped her get out of her clothes and grabbed a condom from the drawer.
When he slipped in, they both moaned. This feeling that she would never get used to made her feel belonged. It was never the same with other people. Just him.
He rolled his hips as she pushed back, allowing him to go deeper, hitting the right spot. She trembled under his touch and kisses. If only this moment could last forever.
When he came, he came hard, crying out her name. She felt ecstasy as she put her arms around him, holding him close. Their sweaty bodies moved together, slowing down and going limp.
The room was so quiet. She had never heard silence quite this loud.
The butterflies in her stomach made her feel sick. He pulled out of her and dropped onto his back beside her. She waited for him to pull her in and cuddle her, but he stayed there, staring at the ceiling with an arm over his forehead. Butterflies burst into flames, her heart now a lump of coal.
“That was amazing,” he said quietly, turned to her and smiled. “You were amazing.”
“I was with someone when you called,” she blurted, not knowing why she’d said it. Maybe she just wanted to get a reaction from him.
He looked stunned for a second, then his smile destroyed her. “You’ve been seeing someone? That’s great, Y/N.”
She forced a smile back. “Is it?”
Harry pushed himself up on his elbow and gazed down at her. She tried to look for a hint of jealousy on his calm expression, but there was none. Because he wasn’t jealous. He didn’t care enough to be.
“But why did you come?”
She averted her eyes and shrugged, hugging her naked self. “He got sick, so he went home. And I came here.”
“Oh,” he said, thoughtfully. “How long have you been seeing him?”
“For a few weeks.”
“Are you serious with him?”
“I guess. Don’t know.”
It finally dawned on him. His face turned cold. “So I won’t see you again if you start dating this guy.”
She shrugged, trying to ignore that spark of hope. “I don’t have to date him, Harry.”
“Have to?” Harry laughed. “What do you mean?”
Frustrated, Y/N sat up and looked him in the eyes. “Are you not jealous?”
“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up as well. He seemed quite appalled, and she could not blame him. They had never had this kind of conversation before. “Is me not being jealous bothering you?”
“Why?” He chuckled. “You’re not jealous of the girls I sleep with.”
So he had been sleeping with other girls. Of course he had. She knew him. Why was she surprised?
Maybe it just hurt to hear him say it.
“I am, though,” she murmured, pulling the duvet up to cover her body.
He was quiet for a moment.
“I’m sorry I asked you to come. It…it probably wasn’t a good idea.”
Stunned, Y/N stared at him. Her stomach churned as if she was about to throw up. She felt a burning sensation at the bridge of her nose.
“Have you,” she stuttered, “Have you ever thought about us?”
“Thought about us?” he asked.
“Like…” She wetted her lips and swallowed dryly. “Will we ever be something?”
Harry froze for a second.
Then, he said, “You know I can’t commit.”
“I do. I just don’t know why,” she said, her voice shaking. “Is it because your ex cheated?” He said nothing. “Harry.” She grabbed his wrist. “Not every girl is gonna be like her. Not all relationships are the same.”
For a moment, he didn’t speak, and she felt herself melting into a puddle on his violet sheets. Tears stung her eyes, but she fought them back.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he said at last, and she let out a breath of defeat. A tear rolled down her cheek. She wondered if he could see her cry since the room was so dark and blue. Probably not. Or he chose not to see it.
She didn’t believe him when he said that, but she believed it when he pulled his hand from her grip and scooted back. “I wish I could be that for you. But you deserve to be happy. I want you to be happy.”
She did not say a word, got up and started putting on her clothes. He did, too, but with every move, she felt his eyes on her. She waited for him to say something. She would have stayed if he’d asked. She would have stayed forever.
“Want me to drive you home? I could borrow my flatmate’s car.”
“No, thanks,” she said, facing the wall as she slipped her trousers back on.
“I’ll walk you to the bus stop. It’s cold outside.”
It was colder in here, she thought but did not say.
Silently, they walked back to the bus stop. This time, they kept a distance as if someone was watching. He had his hands in his pockets and her gloved hands were holding herself. The cold pierced through her brain. She would probably have a permanent headache after tonight.
The bus arrived right as they got to the bus stop. Part of her was glad that she didn’t have to wait in the cold with him; another part of her was sad that she didn’t have to wait in the cold with him.
“Thank you for coming,” he said what he always said and gave her an awkward smile.
She just looked at him, sucked in a breath, and stepped on the bus.
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lollypopsx · 2 days ago
Hi :D Just wondering, will there be a part 2 for "I wasn't drunk, I'm pregnant" blurb??
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Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of drugs and alcohol, addiction.
“Wait, what?” Harry was stunned, that as one thing that definitely hadn’t crossed his mind.
“I wasn’t drinking last night because I’m pregnant Harry! What do you think I am?! A fucking alcoholic?!” You snap angrily. You couldn’t believe he would accuse you of lying when you were being sick.
His tone had instantly softened as he tried to swallow down the lump of guilt in his throat. He’d just accused his pregnant girlfriend of lying, his regret was instant. “A-angel I...”
“Don’t Harry!” Holy shit you were furious. “I can’t believe you! I’m so mad at you right now that I don’t even want to look at you!” You shout, your fists balled up tightly as you flush the toilet and leave the bathroom.
“Woah...woah...hey” He frowns, reaching out and grabbing onto your wrist. “We need to talk about this...I’m so happy I can’t believe you’re-”
“Harry! I need space! Let me go!” You shout, you felt like a red mist was fogging your brain and you knew that you just needed some time for yourself to breath. This wasn’t how this morning was supposed to go.
“Baby I’m so sorry...come on let’s get you back to bed” he frowns, sliding his hand gently onto your stomach.
You grabbed his wrist and pushed him away, which if you weren’t so angry, you would never have done. “Don’t fucking touch me! I said...Give. Me. Space.” You clench your teeth and in that split second, Harry could see that he had royally fucked up.
Sadness and guilt flooded his eyes as you turned on your heel and stormed downstairs, grabbing your phone, jacket and car keys before he could even get another word in edgeways.
The door slammed shut behind you as the 6am morning chill hit you. “Fuck” You mutter and get into your Range Rover, flicking on the engine and straight away turning the heating up. You pulled out of your spot and through the security gates, with no plan of where you were going. You just needed your own time.
You flicked on the radio to drown out the silence “Next up on Radio 1 we have Kiwi by Harry Styles!” The presenters voice exclaimed as the first beat came on.
You tut your head and groan “Fuck off” You mutter, turning it off in seconds. Minutes later, you pulled into the car park for the deserted park. The sun was bright already and the trees were in full bloom. You took a deep breath and laid your head back.
Harry: Baby please, please come back. I’m so sorry
Harry: I’ll make it up to you I swear
Harry: Please just come home so I know you’re safe
Harry: I love you so much, both of you
Harry: I can’t believe there’s a baby inside you. I love you so much
Harry: Please tell me you’re okay
Harry: I’m so sorry. I know the way I came off was wrong, I shouldn’t have said what I said
You groan and flick your phone onto silent. Maybe you should have replied, just so he knew you were okay and safe. But you just wanted to calm down, you hated being angry at Harry, but right now, your hormones were everywhere.
It was 6am, and you didn’t want to go back just yet, you didn’t feel sad, you were just angry. You decided to bite the bullet and text Harry.
Y/N: Harry I’m fine. I just want space. I’m going shopping and I’ll be back at lunchtime.
You take a deep breath. “Silly man” You mutter as you pull your car out and drive to the nearest Tesco. You got some groceries that you knew you needed, then you headed to Starbucks before deciding to wander the high street to do some normal shopping. It was a Saturday and still early so the calmness was nice.
Once it got to midday, the streets were getting busier and you honestly couldn’t really be bothered to mooch around much more. Although you had found a few nice new bits in Zara.
You took a slow drive home and pulled in to the familiar security gates. You had definitely felt much calmer than you did before, but he wasn’t off the hook just yet. You sigh softly, the keys rattling in the front door were enough for Harry to shoot up from the sofa, standing nervously.
You chucked your keys and bags onto the kitchen side and pulled off your jacket, wandering into the living room to be met with a very nervous Harry.
“Hi...You’re’re...okay right?” His hand ran through his hair as his eyes gazed down to yours.
You give him a gentle nod. “I’m okay...but you’re still not totally forgiven yet...” You mutter softly. You had noticed that the kitchen and living room had been tidied, and were pretty spotless.
“I know Angel, I just-”
“ of all people know how I feel when I’m angry and how I just need space. I wouldn’t of reacted like that and stormed out if you had of just let me have some time alone. Also, you of all people should know that I wouldn’t lie. Not even over something as silly as drinking last night...”
“Can you really blame me for having doubts?” He frowns softly, you could see a hint of pain behind his eyes.
“I’m sorry?!” You step back from him. “What the fuck Harry?!” Your arms cross over your chest, just when you thought you two were over this.
“Angel, please just listen to have been clean of drinking for 8 months, and I just-”
“-What?! You were just waiting for me the relapse?!” You yell, that anger bubbling back up your chest once again.
“Y/N. Will you let me speak for one minute?” Harry huffs softly. You could see he was so desperate to speak, it looked like this conversation was paining him too. You took a deep breath and sat down on the sofa, with your elbow on your thigh and your chin in your palm. Harry paced slowly in front of you.
“I’m so proud of how far you’ve come, you’ve gone through so much to get to where you are now. And you know I’m never going anywhere, I didn’t before, I’m not now and I won’t ever leave you. No matter what happens. But you don’t remember the mornings we used to have Y/N” Harry explains softly, his eyes much softer than they were. Your throat felt dry and tight as you swallowed back the tears.
“And I don’t mean that to upset you Angel...but you would promise me you wouldn’t go out drinking, be black out drunk and come home sick, and then tell me you didn’t drink. Or you’d be sneaking into the toilet to drink because you couldn’t take it without a drink for an hour...and you’d promise me again that you hadn’t had a drop. The first three months of trying to get you fully clean, you lied the whole time baby.” He whispers softly.
You frown, turning your gaze to the floor. “Darling, this doesn’t mean I don’t trust you. I do. I really do, more than anything else. But I...I came home and you were passed out on the sofa, in last nights clothes and alcohol bottles around you. I was scared...and I know I went about it all the wrong way. I shouldn’t of shouted, I was just so scared that I’d lost you again. I just...I tried to smell your breath when you were asleep and it didn’t smell like you had been drinking, and you looked peaceful...not like you had totally blacked I thought I’d wait, but I was up all night worrying. Then I heard you sick this morning and I...well I panicked and it gave me all these flashbacks...”
It was now your turn to feel guilty. You could understand exactly why Harry was feeling this way. You used to drink a lot at parties...because it made you forget how it felt to be so lonely in a crowded room. Then those parties were quite a regular occurrence when you met Harry...then came the all nighters up in the club rooms, with alcohol and drugs. One night, when Harry was working, you went out to a party, left with way too many drugs in your system and you ended up in a hospital bed. But the drugs always made you feel worse, so from then on, you ditched the drugs and continued to drink, however you’d end up drinking way more than before.
The party scenes died down when they became too much for Harry, so instead of drinking a lot throughout the night, you decided just to have a drink or two here and there throughout the day. Those one or two glasses soon turned into a bottle...then two...then three per day. Bottles full of whatever you could get you hands on. When Harry was away working during the day, you never quite noticed how much you were going through. Until the day you began hiding the empty bottles in your neighbours bins, in your wardrobes, in the garage. That’s when you realised you needed to stop this habit.
But it wasn’t just a habit. It was an addiction. It wasn’t until you were screaming at Harry while sat on the kitchen floor, slumped against the cupboards and screaming about needing just one more drink. That night, you were inconsolable, and that night, Harry made it his mission to do everything he could to help you.
“I’m sorry my angel. I never meant to upset you, I just...It never crossed my mind that you could be pregnant...” He whispers, his eyes brimmed with tears, and you could see he was trying so hard to keep it all in.
“Do you want to keep it?” Harry blurted out, your eyes locked onto his and you nodded.
“I do...” You mutter gently. “That wasn’t how I planned on telling you either...” You whisper, slowly running your thumb under his eyes.
“How did you plan on telling me?...” He whispers softly, closing his eyes and nuzzling his nose into your hands, his lips gently kissing over your fingers.
“...I think I’ll keep that a secret for next time” You whisper softly.
“Fuck...Y/N I thought you wasn’t going to come back and I just...I don’t know what I would do without you...” He mutters, kneeling down and pressing soft kisses to your belly, his fingers still locked onto yours.
“This better not be your idea of a shit proposal just because I’m pregnant Styles” You tease lightly, a small smile playing on your lips.
“Not at all. It would only ever be the best for you” He whispers. “Come here...let me apologise properly” He whispers, pulling himself and resting his hands either side of your face, his lips dancing against yours and his arms wrapping around you tightly.
His touch melted you and your lips moved in sync with him. How could you ever stay mad at him? Before you knew it, he held you bridal style and was carrying you up the stairs, his lips attached to your neck, “Harry!” You squeal.
Make up sex was always the best sex. “I might have to get mad at you more often...” You mumble breathlessly, the duvet covering your bodies and a light layer of sweat glistening on your skin.
“Mmm, maybe you can just pretend next time” You smile softly, feeling his arms pull you back into his chest. His nose tickled the top of your ear, the scent of your hair was intoxicating to him. His lips pressed sweet kisses behind your ear and up your temple.
“’re having a baby...” He whispers, the disbelief in his voice was a confusing sound for you.
“What?...Yeah I know H...” You furrow your brows and turn round to look at him.
“You’re...having a baby. We’re having a baby...” His squinting eyes grew as his smile did. It was almost like it had finally hit him.
You couldn’t help the giggles falling from your mouth. “Have you only just realised...” You grin widely.
“I just...It didn’t sink in til now” He mutters, crashing his lips instantly upon yours. “I’m so happy” He whispers against your skin.
“You are?” You whisper softly, your eyes soft and tired.
“Always...Always happy with you.” He whispers.
“H...” You mumble softly, taking his fingers and linking yours back through them. He hummed gently as he continued to press sweet kisses against you skin, trailing them along your shoulder and through your hair. His curls were softly tickling your neck. “I never apologised...” You whisper.
“You never need to apologise-...” He interrupts, with a hint of firmness.
“I do. I overreacted too, and I didn’t help the situation” You whisper.
“I can let you off this time...blame your pregnancy hormones...” He teases sweetly.
“Haz...I wouldn’t of made it this far in life without you. A-and I-I’m so grateful...” You mumble, feeling a slow tear drip down your cheek. The tear was instantly swept away and your body pulled tight to Harry’s bare chest.
“Shhh, it’s did it baby” He whispers, rocking you slowly. “I’ll make sure our beautiful baby knows just how incredible you are...”
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the final show (h.s)
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→ author’s note: here’s this little piece i threw up about the final show! maybe thinking of doing a part two but it’s their life after tour has settled down, let me know if you’d like that !!! enjoy <3
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Harry sat in front of the vanity in his dressing room, staring at nothing in-particular, a sinking feeling present in his stomach. The tour he spent at least two years planning and anticipating, 42 shows, 32 cities— after tonight, it was all over.
“Knock knock,” from the doorway. He averted his eyes to where Y/N was standing, a bouquet of flowers between her hands. “Hey, you,” she softly spoke, shutting the door behind her, “I got you a little something.” Setting the flowers down on a nearby coffee table, “how’re you feeling, bub?”
Shrugging, “dunno. ‘s bittersweet, I guess.” He fiddled with the rings on his fingers, chewing on his bottom lip as he eyed Y/N’s path to the sofa. “Not sure what ‘m g’na do when ‘s all done.” With a sigh, Harry rose to his feet, boots clicking with each step towards his girlfriend before slumping down next to her, head gently falling into her lap, careful not to mess up his hair. “‘nd I don’ know when the European leg is g’na be,” he rambled, eyes skirting around the expanse of the ceiling, softly adding, “I just… I don’ wanna feel lost again.”
Y/N frowned, lightly tracing the tattoos on his arms. “I know, baby,” whispering before, “I’m not gonna lie to you and promise you that you’re not g’na feel that way again, because I don’t know that. What I do know, though, is that I’m g’na be right beside you through whatever is thrown your way.” Harry released a shuddering breath, nibbling his bottom lip as he finally met her gaze. “And I’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest man alive, H. I can promise you that.”
“Thank you, angel,” voice wavering, “I love y’so much more than you’ll ever know.” He sat up, shifting to face his lover before gently pressing their lips together, a finger tilting her head up ever so slightly. “And,” after pulling away, “y’already make me the happiest man alive, baby doll.” Leaning forehead to forehead with eyes closed, he took a deep breath as a knock came from the door.
“Welcome to the final show, Harry,” Jeff shouted from the hallway, “it’s time.”
Taking Harry’s hand, Y/N stood them up from the leather sofa, escorting him to where his manager stood waiting. With one last quick peck to his lips, “go get ‘em, rockstar.”
“Good evening, Long Island, and welcome to the final night of Love on Tour,” Harry spoke into his microphone, “how is everybody feeling tonight?” An overwhelming cheer came from all around him in return.
“Lovely. Now, tonight, the band and I have one job: to entertain you as best we can within 90 minutes. And you,” moving across to the other side of the stage, “have one job as well; you are to have as much fun as you possibly can.” He brought the mic away from his lips for a brief moment, pointing back to where Y/N stood with a few of his crew members, mouthing ‘especially you’ as his girl blew kisses back.
Closing out his nightly spiel, “again, welcome to the final show. I hope you’re all wearing your best clothes.”
“Here we go!”
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qclden · 2 days ago
dance in the kitchen
harry styles x reader
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Soft music can be heard from the vinyl player next door as you and Harry are standing in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes which have been used for dinner a while ago. A silence lingers between the both of you but it’s in no way uncomfortable.
The music, the clinking of the different plates and the soft breathing coming from both of you just seems so calming, its everything you will ever need. Seemingly deep in thought you didn’t notice that Harry had already finished his pile of dishes until you notice his tattooed arms snaking around your waist. You slowly place down your last plate as the man behind you carefully sways both of you to the rhythmic melody in the background. Turning around to face you lover, a smile spreads across your face as you notice him already looking at you with fondness.
“what are you doing?” It’s just a soft whisper, accompanied by a slight head tilt so that the comfortable atmosphere doesn’t get interrupted.
“‘m just holding you,love”
There was no need to answer, both of you enjoyed it to just hold on to each other, it brings security with it.
So, with a even larger smile, you reach your arms around him and place them at the nape of Harry’s neck, playing a little bit with his hairs.
He drags the both of you further to the middle of the kitchen, holding your waist steadily. The swaying continuous on and a few turns are added here and there.
By no means does it look professional but it is all you could have ever asked for.
The current song comes to an end and your lover carefully dips you down lightly, placing his face over you and holding in the same amused expression as you. And at last, he lowers his face even lower to press his soft pink lips passionately on top of yours.
His raspy but silent voice finally harmonizes with the last, soft instrumentals of the song in the background.
“I love you, my darling.”
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lovecanyon · 19 hours ago
instagram post revealing beau’s birth <3
dad!harry x reader
(more dad!harry here)
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harryfan4 WHAT
harryfan8 are you fucking kidding me
hunterschafer congrats y/n!!!!!!
harryfan9 literally how did they hide a whole ass pregnancy
yourinstagram threats 😍😍
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jefezoff already an angel
harryfan11 the power this child already holds-
annetwist love you guys
harryfan14 maybe this one will release medicine
harryfan2 A BOY?!?
gemmastyles i can’t wait to meet him!!
harryfan7 most unexpected thing ever
caradelevingne just yesterday i was partying with you during your one direction days. now you have a child what???? CONGRATS BROTHER
harryfan10 y/n is one of the luckiest girls in the world omg
arianagrande ahhhh! babies!
harryfan13 i’m fucking sobbing
kendalljenner congrats harry!
harryfan15 you know kendall’s sobbing rn
harryfan19 nah she shakin in her boots
harrystylesfan18 literally her 13th reasonKDJDHE
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harryfan16 lucky ass bitch
adele i love my godson already
harrystylesfan18 ADELE IS THE GODMOTHER?!!
harryfan22 harry has a child. i can’t believe it.
harrystyles love you darling.
badgirlriri congrats babygirl. see you soon
harryfan24 thankfully he’s not an aquarius like harry
harryfan12 he’s a gemini, which is worse….LMAO
tchalamet beau! my buddy!!!!!
harryfan17 we watched harry grow up and now we’ll watch him have children
harryfan20 the middle name omg
harryfan26 literally everyone wants to be y/n right now
kaiagerber congratulations mama. can’t wait to see you!!
harry_lambert can’t wait to dress little man
harryfan23 nobody: me: wishing i was y/n rn
pillowpersonpp i love you guys so much
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satanhalsey · 3 days ago
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By the time the final show ends, Y/N is a mix of sweating and crying.
She had forgotten what it felt like every time Harry got off the stage and there was no telling when he was going to get back up.
She cried hugging Gemma and Desmond, until he ran up to her and hugged her tightly.
"Let's go to the hotel, m'love," he told her, not caring about the thousands of people, he just wanted to be with her.
They said goodbye to his relatives and ran to his car that was waiting for them outside the place, where after greeting the driver, they both entered the back seats.
The two of them were silent, enjoying it after the noise and the screams, until Y/N was the first to speak.
"You are unique."
Harry laughs and lowers his head, trying to hide the blush that her love causes him.
"H, you were able to do forty-two perfect shows, although we know it's nothing new." They laugh. "I'm so proud of you, bubs."
He looks up at her with sparkling eyes.
The light from the streets shines on her face and she has disheveled hair from jumping and dancing, but even so, she manages to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
He can't believe it, all the love that enters his body for the woman in front of him, and he knows that day by day that love multiplies more and more.
The best part? she feels the same way about him.
So he gets closer, still silent, and kisses her. It's a slow, unhurried kiss, in which both take the time in the world to explore the mouths they know by heart, but never tire of feeling.
Harry hopes to convey everything he feels for her through that kiss.
When they separate for air, they have their foreheads together and their eyes closed, until Y/N opens them when she hears an almost inaudible whisper.
"Let's go home, so I can finally put a ring on your finger."
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harrysfolklore · 2 days ago
now i’m going to need a part 5 of victoria de angelis
and here it is ! the final part of this mini series, i’m so happy you guys liked it so much <3 i suggest you to read the headcanon to understand their story better !
for the sake of this story, let’s all pretend that tom is damiano and nyoh is victoria lol
ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !
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yourinstagram Can’t believe we’re nearing the end of Love on Tour. Today, i’m thankful for every single experience lived and every person i’ve met during the last 3 months.
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harryfan1 i don’t want tour to end
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↳ harryfan3 your boyfriend calling you bitch how romantic
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harryfan2 am i tripping or is that damiano? the one with the green shorts
↳ harryfan3 WAIT I THINK HE IS
harryfan4 now he’s hanging out with damiano? and liking yn’s posts again?? i’m so CONFUSED
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damianodvd here’s a picture of us about 5 years ago when we started to experiment with this thing called music, tonight, you do your final performance as the bassist of one of the top artists in the game. i’m so beyond proud of you, bitch
and yeah no we’re not dating lol
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harryfan1 😭😭 wtfff
paulithepsm ICONS
harryfan2 lmao everyone who sent hate to yn looks like this 🤡
pillowpersonpp 🎉🎉🎉
harryfan3 if they were never dating why did harry and yn distanced from each other for a while ??
↳ harryfan2 honestly it’s none of our business, this proves that assuming things about people’s lives is never good
yourinstagram thank you for always believing in me and supporting me, and i appreciate you for not lashing out against harry fans LOVE ON TOUR FOREVER
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harryupdates “In bass and vocals, give it up for my girl, YN” HARRY INTRODUCING YN TONIGHT !!
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harryfan1 HIS GIRL ????
harryfan3 that doesn’t mean they’re dating lol
↳ harryfan2 IT DOES GTFOOO
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yourinstagram my love on tour, thank you for everything 💘
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harryfan1 HER love on tour 😵‍💫
paulithepsm LOVEBIRDS !
↳ harryfan2 so they’re really dating omfg
daminodvd you should cheat on him with me again
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↳ harryfan4 harry commenting on her girlfriend’s post HARRY HAS A GF WTF
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mxlti-lover · a day ago
Silent Treatment II
Summary: After coming home, Harry tries to talk to you and make amends with everything that happened, but you’re not having it.
Warning: Language, angst.
Word Count: 1.3k
Note: Again, this kind of sucks, so sorry. Here she is though!!🤍
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Your eyes stung at his words, 'clingy bitch'. You blinked away the tears shaking your head storming out of the arena. You had enough of his attitude and didn't want to see him until he was over this fucking mood swing. You called a taxi and headed back to yours and Harry's little home. Once you got their you headed straight upstairs to your room changing out of your clothes wearing nothing but a long T-shirt and your panties.
You laid in bed cuddled into the sheets thinking about everything that happened today, how supportive and helpful you were trying to be and he calls you a fucking clingy bitch?! You shook your head as you let the tears fall, you weren't necessarily sad, just really frustrated to the point where you just didn't want to deal with it anymore. But you loved Harry and you couldn't leave him over something so stupid and pathetic like this.                    
You slowly fall asleep as your body was really tired after such a stressful day with Harry.
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You awoke as you hear the front door slam shut. You glance over at your alarm clock on your bed side table as it read 2:30 am. You rub your eyes and slowly get out of bed. You walk downstairs seeing Harry leaned against the counter drinking a glass of water. He looks up at you smiling softly.
'Why the hell is he smiling at me?' You thought to yourself. 'Does he not remember calling me a clingy ass bitch and being oh so mad at me earlier for trying to take care of him?'
"'M sorry it took so long for me to come home. The lads and I decided to stop and get snack before we went home." He says, his voice rough from singing. He walks over to you wrapping his arms around your waist.
You roll your eyes as you slip out of his grip, leaving him confused.
"It's fine." You mumble heading towards the kitchen to grab yourself something to eat.
"Is everything okay love?" He asks very confused as to why your all of a sudden being so distant with him.
You turn around glaring at him crossing your arms. "Is everything okay? Is everything okay?! Do you not remember what you said to me just a few hours ago? 'I don't need you're fucking help! So stop acting like a clingy bitch and just leave me the fuck alone,'" You repeat the words he said to you earlier, his face becoming pale.
"Now, You tell me if everything's fine!" You snap shaking your head at him.
"I didn't mean it baby. 'M sorry it was just in the heat of the moment. I-" He started to protest, but you stopped him.
"I don't want to hear it Harry. I get it I'm a "clingy bitch" for trying to be a good girlfriend and take care of you. I also don't care if it was in the heat of the moment, you still shouldn't have said that." You said shaking your head, your back still facing him.
You hold back your tears as you make yourself some toast. You were surprised when he didn't say anything, but you were also hurt that he didn't say anything else.
You turn around to glance at him, but you only got a glimpse of him walking up the stairs. You shake your head looking down at your feet as you let the tears flow down your cheeks again.
It wasn't fair the way he was treating you and he usually protests when you say bad things about yourself, like when you always say your thighs are to fat, or boobs and ass are to small, how you wished you had an hour glass figure and perfect body like every model you on television or in magazines. But he didn't do that after calling you a clingy bitch, after you admitting that you think you are one at times. He just walked away like nothing mattered.
You shake your head wiping your tears as you plate the now finished toast throwing it away as you lost your appetite. You sigh walking over to your home phone calling your best friend, Lia. You knew it was late and you felt bad, but you didn't want to stay here tonight.
After the first 5 rings she finally picked up...
"Hello?" She answers in a groggy, tired voice.
" can I stay at your place tonight?" You say in a quiet voice, your voice cracking slightly from all the crying and screaming.
"Of course you can girl, but what happened? Is everything okay?!" She asked as you could hear how concerned she was for you.
"I'll explain when I get there." You say sighing looking at your feet.
"Okay, bye girl. Love you." She says.
"Love you too." You say back as you hear her make a "muah" sound like she always does.
You smile weakly hanging up the phone sighing putting it down. You knew you had to go upstairs now and get the basic essentials as you know Lia will let you borrow some clothes, but you didn't want to face Harry, or hear his lame excuses.
You sighed as you woke over quietly heading upstairs. You walk into the room seeing Harry sitting at the edge of the bed, with his elbows rested on his knees, his hands tangled into his beautiful brown curls. He glances up at you when he hears your soft footsteps.
"Y/N I-" He started to say, but you just shook your head looking down walking into your guys' shared bathroom closing and locking the door behind you.
You grabbed your overnight bag and packed your bathroom supplies, toothbrush, hairbrush, makeup etc. You also grabbed your shampoo and conditioner as you honestly didn't know how long you would be gone
Once you had everything you walked out of the bathroom walking over to your drawers grabbing sweatpants to wear since you were only in your panties.
"Where are you going?" You bear Harry's quiet voice as you know he's watching you.
"Lia's.." You mumbled quietly as you grabbed some clothes and your phone and wallet.
"Y/N you cant just leave!" Harry tried to protest as his fastened saddened.
You turn to look at him shaking your head crossing your arms.
"Why shouldn't I Harry? So you can just keep calling me a clingy bitch? So you won't just let me help you when you're sick?! I'm done with this Harry! You didn't even try to talk to me about it! You didn't even try to protest against it! You just left me in the kitchen to ponder my thoughts! You know I always think about if I'm being to clingy, or if I'm not giving you enough of my love, if I'm a bad girlfriend, if I'm just like what everyone comments...a horrible girlfriend who doesn't even try to take care of you. To make sure you're happy. I'm scared to death that all of these are right or one of them is, and I don't want to lose you because of it. And clearly stated how you matter if you were dazed from being sick or if it was in the heat of the moment, it obviously had to be true if that's what was on your mind. Until I get my old caring boyfriend back, and until you can clear your mind of all the stress you have...that's when I'll come back. But for now...I just need to go Harry..." You express to him as your eyes burned from the tears you were holding back.
Before he could say anything to you, you grabbed the rest of your things and left him. Your heart broke when he didn't even try to chase after you or to stop you from leaving him, but at the same time you were glad he was letting you be. To let you think about everything along with leaving him to think everything through.
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0oolookitsme · a day ago
A Little ‘You’ Wannabe
Genre- One Shot Pairing- Ceo!Y/n x Singer!Harry Word count- 2.4k (2,434) Warnings- A scared Andre and scared Y/n, y/n being 'mean' with her employees, A/n- From where this was supposed to be a blurb till it being a full one-shot, Missing Piece by Vance Joy was there with me xD Happy 1st of December!! Enjoy reading this, lovelies! <3 
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Harry Styles, a man who would go to his wife’s office to tell her about the meeting he had with his manager.
Amore Styles, a daughter who would follow her dad everywhere and would be more than happy to take a chocolate bar with her for her mummy.
Andre Styles, a son who would do anything to be right beside his mummy and would definitely follow his dad around if he tells him, ‘I’m going to see your mummy’.
“I’m here to meet Ms. Y/n Y/l/n Styles, I’m her husband,” Harry politely informed the receptionist as soon as he entered in, the patience to tell her everything about the meeting running off. 
Amore and Andre stood still, holding their daddy’s hands as told but their eyes were wandering everywhere and Andre’s ended their research as soon as they caught a pink, purple and blue coloured bracelet on the woman’s wrist. 
Hanging out, thinking if she should say what’s on her mind, out loud or not, her mummy’s words rang in her head, ‘Don’t hesitate from sharing what’s on your mind. If you aren’t sure about it, tell either me or daddy first, okay?’. 
“Amore? C’mon, baby,” Harry called for her, holding his spare hand out for her to hold while the other one rested on Andre’s shoulder as he was previously talking to him about how Amore was looking so concentrated on a plant pot.
Blinking out of her trance, the little one walked towards Harry and reckoned for him to bend down, cupping a hand beside her mouth to show that she has to talk, only to him. 
Frowning, Harry obliged and held his son’s hand before crouching down so he was on his daughter’s height level. 
“I like her bracelet, daddy, should I tell her that?” Amore whispered, allowing her twin brother to listen in too. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink when Harry looked at her with a wide smile, able to see the dimple which and her brother inherited.  
“Go ahead,” Harry bobbed his head towards the desk behind which the receptionist was seemingly trying to focus on her computer screen. 
The girl flashed him a toothy smile and walked where she was standing earlier. 
“Excuse me, miss?” She sweetly asked for attention, standing on her tip-toes so the woman would be able to look at her by just looking over her desk.
“Yes sweetie?” The receptionist, Belle, according to her name tag, chirped, quickly recognizing more than a few features as her boss’. 
Sheepishly smiling at the pet-name, Amore confessed, “I love your bracelet!”.
Belle glanced towards Harry, nodding in confirmation when he nodded towards her and looked back down at the little girl. “Thank you very much, are any of these your favourite colours?” She questioned while hanging her hand down so her wrist with the bracelet would be in a better line of Amore’s view.  
Harry and Andre had taken a seat nearby, looking at the scene in front of them unroll; Harry with an proud expression and Andre with a frown, not appreciating his sister for delaying their little meet-up with their mummy. 
“Yeah! I love purple colour! It’s because it looks lovely and Lavender flowers are also of the same colour! And my mummy also love’s Lavenders very much!” Amore babbled, enjoying this conversation very much. She looked back at her daddy and ran to him, not giving Belle any time to say anything and continued from there, “my brother also loves that flower,” she giggled. 
“I see why, sweet cheeks, they do look and smell good,” Belle smiled and waved goodbye in Amore’s direction. 
If she had known that her boss loves Lavenders, she would’ve bought those for her instead of roses, for her win on a big deal. 
“You talk very much,” Andre giggled, earning a pout followed by laughter by his sister.  
Y/n could recognize that laugh from miles away, no matter if the room’s walls are sound proof, her heart just knows when her little happy family is somewhere near her.
So her meeting room isn’t really anything, specially when the deafening silence had settled just when one of them saw that they brought the wrong file with them.    
“Daddy, mummy’s not here!” Andre complained, coming out of his mum’s office, sad because he had gone in there alone to surprise and probably be settled on her hip and receive multiple kisses as she would walk out with him to meet his daddy and sister.
Harry frowned as he stood up to check in once himself, incase she’s in the bathroom or somewhere else but the files she had arranged last night weren’t on her table. 
Files, Missing. Chair, Empty.
“Oh! I forgot she had a meeting today, my love,” Harry stated, feeling a pang of hurt when he saw his son’s face fall a little. Switching on his dad mode he walked forwards till his feet were touching Andre’s. 
He passed Amore a wink, at which she muffled her giggle, before he started copying the boy’s fidgeting. 
Andre squeaked in surprise when his daddy suddenly picked him up and held him up, high in the air, as he hadn’t caught any action other than his dad being a copycat. 
“We can wait for her! It’ll probably be over in a few anyways!” Harry exclaimed, grinning when Andre’s eyes lit up and Amore also started giggling seeing her brother’s face get all smiley.  
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“I haven’t got all day for you, spit it out,” Y/n said as she recovered from her smile which had pulled up when she felt their presence.  
“Y-yes I thin- I think tha-,” the man stuttered, trying his best to not piss under his boss’ intimidating and cold gaze which was focused on him and only him. 
All in the middle of that, Harry hadn’t though that Andre would run in the meeting room while running here and there in only his and Amore’s presence, well physically because Harry is busy playing rock-paper-scissors with his girl. 
And no one in the meeting room realized the little guy’s presence, either. And y/n would’ve ..if she wasn’t busy in cursing out the knob heads. 
Rolling her eyes, she stood up firmly and slammed her hands on the top of her files. “Didn’t know we were hiring a fuckin’ 6 months old, even they speak better than you fucking do,” Y/n hissed, anger boiling when no one was making eye contact. 
Andre, on the other side, was sweating with tears brimming up in his eyes. He clutched his green t-shirt in his fists and stood still beside the flower vase.
“I- I’m so sor-,” the guy tried to save but he knew he lost his chance when Y/n spat, “fired, leave now and deny the offer, Freya,” she ordered with a sharp voice before wrapping her hand around her hot coffee which has gotten cold and walked her way straight out. Dumping the files others submitted in the bin on the way. 
Just as the door closed everyone heard shoes squeaking and before their eye could catch his little frame, he slipped through before the door could close. 
Walking around in a bad mood, she entered in her cabin with closed eyes. 
She shut the door completely from inside but as soon as she turned around, Harry swears her face lit up just like Andre’s had, earlier. 
Andre. Where is he??
Harry’s eyes started scanning the room and then turned to Amore who was looking just as lost as her mummy was. 
“Have you seen Andre, Amore?” He asked and the girl’s brows rose up, about to tell him something when there was a soft knock heard from, along with whimpers and hiccups.    
Y/n’s eyebrows knotted into a frown and she, as quick as a lightening bolt, opened the door and saw him. Face all red from crying with snot running down from his irritated nose, clearly he had been wiping it with his handkerchief. 
She scurried out and picked him up. Her heart dropped and broke in multiple pieces when he wailed louder and motioned for Harry to hold him, instead. 
Both, Harry and Amore, looked lost but Harry’s look changed to sympathetic when Y/n, without saying anything handed their son to him.
She wants to give him time to calm down and Harry knows that, so with one look, he takes him out with him, rocking him in his arms.  
“What happened to him mummy?” Amore frowned, walking over from the couch and went in Y/n’s arms. She placed her warm and little hands on her mum’s cheeks, kissing each one. 
“I don’t know, baby, maybe he will tell daddy or me, hmm,” Y/n quietly said, leaning into her hands and kissed her palms in return. 
She started walking around inside the room itself, kissing Amore’s cheek every once in a while. And when she placed her down, Harry entered and the heart which was in her stomach dropped lower when she saw the look on his face. Andre was calm and went straight to his sister, as Harry had told him, ‘Go to Amore, I’ll talk to mummy and then you can too!’. 
Y/n moved towards Harry and obliged when he motioned to talk outside. “Stay here, kay?” She told them and closed the door. 
“Is he hurt? Did I do something?” Y/n asked him, overwhelmed. 
“No baby, he isn’t hurt, don’t worry. He just walked in on you acting mean with the people,” he said, using his son’s words and wishing he could absorb in the hurt and fright his wife is feeling right now.
The colours drained from her face, tears burning her eyes as she tried to get some or any word out but nothing seemed to form even a sentence. “What do I do now, Harry? He hates me doesn’t he? Is he- is he scared of me, baby?” She questioned, the tears now trailing down her cheek and neck. 
When Harry felt her hand starting to tremble, he instantly stood in front of her and held both of her hands after wiping away her ears. “He has never seen you like that, he’s just slightly scared because of it. And are joking? He doesn’t hate you, at all! He loves you so fucking much, he could never hate you, my heart. Just talk with him, maybe take him on a surprise date, yeah? sounds good?” Copying her nodding, he continued. “Let me see that smile then”.
Y/n buried her face in his chest, hugging him and wiped her face. She followed Harry in, still scared to face her son but was caught off guard when Andre himself wrapped himself around her leg, head resting on her thigh. 
“Amore? Did you see the new plants?” Harry asked her. 
“No daddy,” she answered and next thing she knows is that she’s walking uout with him. 
“Smile for mummy, Andre!” She yelled on her way, making Harry scoop her up in his arms and shower her little face on kisses. 
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Y/n bent down to pick Andre up and settled him on her hip, pressing feather-like kisses all over his face; just like he had imagined. “I’m sorry, my love,” she whispered as she sat down on the sofa, shifting his frame so he was on her torso and face-to-face with her. 
“Why sorry, mummy?” He questioned as he cupped her face and looked her in the eyes with his own green ones which were filled with confusion. 
“Because I scared you, I was mean with others,” she told him, leaning lovingly in his hands, liking his warm hands now on her on her neck. 
“S’ okay, they deserved it, didn’t they? You wouldn’t do it for no reason,” Andre mumbled, laying his head on her chest. He knows his mummy ‘better that daddy does’, as he likes to say.
Y/n swears her heart busted with love, fluttering around in her ribcage. She clutched him slightly tighter and took deep breathes as the smell of his Lavender shampoo filled her nostrils, calming her down. 
Soon enough little puffs of breath started tickling her neck and that’s when she knew that he had dozed off. 
She gently stood up and grabbed her coat, covering Andre’s back with it and very lightly padded out of the room. 
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“He’s good?” Harry asked as they sipped on their warm tea. 
“Yeah, he said ‘they deserved it didn’t they? You wouldn’t do it for no reason,” Y/n said, sipping again before leaning in, asking for kiss. 
He gladly obliged and pecked her lips, not once, not twice but five times. “Hmm, I told you he wouldn’t ever hate you,” Harry said as rolled his eyes, laughing when Y/n faux grumbled, playing along with him.
“I was so scared for once,” she continued after a while, earning a light rubbing on her arm by him as to provide comfort. 
“He’ll always love you, just like me and Amore,” he giggled, setting his cup down as he wrapped his other arm too around her shoulders. Planting a few kisses here and there.  
“Did I tell you about what Andre was playing in his room this afternoon?”.
“No, old man”.
It was now Harry’s turn to grumble. He shifted so he could look her in the eyes and yelled in a voice not louder then a whisper. “He was trying to copy you, in his room!”.
Y/n raised her brows in surprise, also moving so she was looking better at him. “Seriously? What was he doing, exactly,” she questioned and Harry was sitting with his legs crossed in a minute.
“Car? Speak fast! I don’t have all afternoon for you!” Harry frowned while saying the ditto words their son had said. “Amore? Cancel the deal,” he continued.
Cackling, Y/n laid her head back down on his shoulder, grabbing Harry’s hand and interweaved their hands. “I can only hope he doesn’t go around copying my behaviour in school,” she sighed after calming down.
“He’s a little ‘you’ wannabe.. huh, what? oh, trust me, he won’t, if you will tell him not to,” Harry laughed, earning a light slap on his arm from her.
“Amore was laughing so hard while being ordered around”.
“She isn’t the one to be controlled, huh? Well we’ll let them sleep  in for longer tomorrow as they slept late.. Shall we sleep too, old man?” Y/n asked, getting down from the kitchen slab as she moved to rinse her cup.
“M’ not old.”
“Even if you are, you are a dilf.”
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A/N- I swear I’ll go on a hiatus if this doesn’t get the reblogs and replies it deserves..
Happy December, once again! <333
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tobesobratty · 15 hours ago
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EXCLUSIVE: It’s not so golden anymore! Singer, Harry Styles calls it quits with actress wife, Madison Thorn.
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Harry Styles, 27, has split from his wife of 6 years, Maddison Thorn, 28.
A spokesperson for the actress confirmed the news on Monday, telling Bratty Mail UK that the couple had parted ways several months ago.
Harry and Maddison had been married for 6 years, becoming inseparable the second comedian James Corden, 43, introduced them back in the year 2015. They tied the knot just after 9 months of dating and ended up getting pregnant within that year. Although we’re not 100% confirmed on what caused the breakup, speculations are that rushing everything was one of their main factors.
The two a listers were last pictured together in June when they had returned from a holiday in Italy with their 5 year old son, Beau and since then, any outings they have been on, they have been alone and also had ditched their rings. Which is what caused for the rumours of their breakup to speculate.
Despite all the drama the two must be dealing with, Harry prefers to stay quiet when presented questions about his short-lived marriage. He confirms that his main focus is his son and making sure he gets to have the best childhood. Wouldn’t we all love a father like that?
We’ve also heard that Harry’s moving on fast, he’s rumoured to be dating actress, y/n y/l/n, after the two got caught having a little breakfast date in LA before they headed to the studio, Y/n might also be playing a huge role in Harry’s new music video for song, To be so lonely.
One thing we’ve learnt from this is that, Harry sure doesn’t take things slow.
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fool-for-harry · a day ago
do u have a fic about harry and Y/N doing it 🐶 style? 😭😭
(I didn’t, but I wrote you one!)
“Join me.”
Warnings: SMUT!
(At least 16+ pls!)
Hopefully you like this! Lol
Locking the door behind her as they entered the room, she put her hands behind her and leaned against the door. Wordlessly he turned to her and began undressing, she tugged at the zipper at the back of her dress. Watching him, she slowly slid the dress down her body. He was only in his underwear, his hard cock bulging beneath. As he slid his underwear off, she slowly removed her lace underwear, letting it pool at her feet before casting it aside. She slowly walked across the room, to lay on the bed, she rested her head on her bent arm and looked at him.
“Join me.” She says with a smirk, while rubbing a circle on the space next to her. He made his way over, and laid down, so he’s facing her. “What’d you have in mind, love?”
She put her hand on his hip and pushed him gently, rolling him onto his back, he pulled his legs apart as she moved between them on her knees “Desert.” She said with a laugh he smiles “ohh I see.”
She bends forward to grip his cock at its base running the tip of her tongue up the underside, making it stiffen even more. She began to run her tongue around and over the head, causing him to let out a quiet moan in response. That spurred her on more, as she slowly pressed her lips to the head, her tongue swirling around it and circling it,
“baby, please.” He begged her, not up for her teasing, she decided to give him what he wanted as she slowly slid him further into her mouth. He let out a loud groan in pleasure when she started bobbing her head up and down on him, taking him further in her mouth with every bob of her head until he was fully inside her mouth, and she heard a moan escape from him.
She moves her mouth back up, his head between her lips, he felt her swirl her tongue over it again before her head dropped, and his cock went deep into her mouth again and once again he let out a loud moan. She abruptly removes her mouth from him, making him furrow his brows in confusion, but when she got on all fours he got the message. She looked at him as he got situated behind her, admiring how pretty he is with his flushed face and his lips more red than usual from biting it.
He pushed his cock between her spread legs, as her hand moved between them, guiding him to her entrance. With one thrust, he slowly plunged into her fully, eliciting a moan from her followed by a murmured “fuck.” He gripped her hips as he moved in and out of her, slowly at first, then with growing speed. “God. You’re so tight.” He says with a moan. His speed increased as he gripped her hips more tightly, making her push back to meet his thrusts. He was plunging in and out of her at a rapid pace, making her moan out inaudible words, and strangled noises. He slid his hand under her where they were connected and started rubbing her clit in tight circles. They were both getting close to the releases already. A thin layer of sweat began to build up on her face, but she didn’t care, all that was on her mind was the release she was craving. When he sped his pace up even more, she reached her climax and let out a guttural moan as the pleasure overtook her. When he felt her tighten around him, he reached his climax as well, shooting his cum inside her as he held her tightly, while the spasms moved through their bodies. After they rode out both of their highs He pulled out of her slowly and She collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion, he laid down next to her still in a hazy state due to his orgasm. They laid together for a while until their heart rate returned back to normal and their breathing was no longer erratic.
“Jesus Christ, that was…so good.”
She breathed. “I mean, it’s always good, but that was a whole other level.” He laughed, “I’m very flattered.”
Thank you for reading!! ♥️
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mindofharry · a day ago
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REQUEST: what would an argument look like between J and H? YOU GUYS ASKED FOR THIS!!! i hate my babies are fighting, but again, YOU GUYS ASKED FOR IT!! obviously a lot of angst, Y/N being very upset and Jonah and Harry not being very nice :( !! FEEDBACK AND REBLOGS WELCOME AS ALWAYS!!! Jonah, harry and Y/N masterlist!
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Y/N was working on an essay when Jonah and Harry arrived home. It was pretty late, so Y/N was a little worried, but she didn’t say anything until they were settled down.
That did not happen.
The door opened and Y/N could hear the loud voices of her boyfriends, Jonah and Harry. She flinched as she heard Jonah yelling, throwing the house keys into the bowl on the counter. Y/N didn’t want to get involved, she didn’t like confrontation. She kept to herself, trying to concentrate on her ipad and work infront of her.
“I don’t know why you’re getting so worked up! It was nothing.” Harry said and Jonah rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair.
“Nothing! You hid it from me, you prick!” Jonah yelled and Y/N let out a whimper. The boys looked over at Y/N and their harsh facade melted and a soft look over taking their features.
Jonah walked over to Y/N and sat beside her, placing a peck on her lips. Y/N’s frowned turned into a smile and she moved to sit in Jonahs lap.
“Of course she’s on your side!” Harry said and Y/N looked to Jonah with wide eyes.
“Harry, keep her out of this.”
Y/N looked to Harry and then moved off Jonahs lap.
“Did something happen?” She asked and Jonah scoffed. “Yeah, something happened—“ He was cut off by harry’s yells.
“Oh here we go again! Jonah coming to save the day! We get it, she likes you more.” Harry yelled and Jonah stood up.
“This is ridiculous. You should’ve told me, that’s the problem!” Jonah yelled and Y/N pouted walking over to Harry.
“Can someone tell me what’s going on?” Y/N asked placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. Jonah sighed placing a hand over his eyes, Y/N could feel her stomach begin to twist with anxiety. They never fought, she’d never seen them this way. Although Jonah and Harry liked to focus on Y/N, they still loved each other a lot. Y/N and anyone around them could see that.
“Nothings going on!” Harry said and Y/N nodded looking to Jonah.
“See she looks to you like i’m nothing!” Harry said shrugging off Y/N’s hand. Y/N’s eyes widened, “Harry, what’s wrong? I don’t know what I did!” Y/N said her eyes filling with tears, before Jonah could step in Harry groaned.
“What didn’t you do! You love Jonah more than me, which is pretty obvious! and then when we’re all on a great track you just have to step in and cause an argument! This whole thing between us is about you!” Harry yelled, Y/N let out a sob stepping away from Harry.
“What did you fight about?” Y/N asked trying to pull herself together.
Jonah tried to step in, “Baby…..”
“Tell me!” Y/N demanded and Harry sighed.
“I was thinking about leaving.” Harry said and Y/N’s heart broke in two. She let out a whimper and sat down on the sofa. She couldn’t believe this. He was leaving. Harry, was leaving. And it was all because of her.
It was all her fault.
“But he’s not.” Jonah said quickly sitting beside Y/N rubbing her back. She flinched and moved away, Jonahs eyebrows furrowed together.
“It was nothing. Just a moment. I’m not going anywhere.” Harry said sitting beside her. Y/N quickly moved off the seat and ran a hand through her hair.
She counted to ten and then opened her eyes.
“I think…” She said with a shaky breath looking at the two boys she’s loved for three years.
“Y/N” Harry said standing up, taking her hands. “It really was nothing. I was just feeling left out, it’s been Jonah and I. I’m sorry, I’m sorry baby.” Harry said and Jonah scoffed behind him, harry turned around and faced Jonah.
“Do you have something to say?”
Jonah nodded standing up, “Yes, I do actually.”
“Maybe Harry and I should break up, seen as he feels so left out.” Jonah said and Y/N groaned leaving the room. The boys looked to each other quickly walking after her, they saw her open the closet and grab a bag.
“Hey! Hey! What are you doing?” Jonah asked standing infront of her.
“I’m leaving. Since you two can’t decide on what to do, i’ll leave.” Y/N said pulling her clothes out of the closet.
This was not meant to happen.
“We can figure this out! come on, don’t leave. don’t leave me.” Harry said grabbing a hold of her.
“Please don’t leave me.”
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adore-laur · 23 hours ago
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it’s officially december! first up, i have a writing from my gold rush universe that will be posted FRIDAY, DECEMBER THIRD @ SEVEN PM (CST)
start/catch up/reread the series using the links below — things will not make sense if you don’t!
hope you’re all ready for that phone call…
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stylesphilia · 2 days ago
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This is a story of love, finding home, and trying to feel alive once you’re dead.
man after midnight playlist
Harry being a snob for liquor, Marshall Applewhite references, a horny piggy bank, a zombie birthday party, Mitch being an anti-cock-block, Niall being one-hundred-and-eighty-something, a friendly wager, chemistry, and road head
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