#harry styles sad blurb

[1d1195]

Neighbors Extra III

Not much. But something. I have a few more things in mind for these cuties. This one is definitely all over the place but also a semi-requested kind of blurb.

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~2.2 k words

“How come everyone stares at you?” He asked.

Harry smirked. “Some people think I sound funny,” he winked at his little best friend in the mirror. “Can y’believe that?” He chuckled. Rory, the seven-going-on-seventeen-year-old, rolled his eyes expertly having heard the story of one of the first sentences he spoke to Harry.

“Is it because you’re not really my dad?”

You’re sure you don’t mind? My sister is close enough but will still be later than you would be...

Course not, love :)

Okay...I’ll call the school and let them know...you’re totally sure and not too busy?

Just call the school, baby. Please :)

Harry smirked at the messages and rolled his eyes letting his client know that he would have to move their appointment to another day. Slipping on his trainers, he headed out the door to his car and drove to the school. He had been several times with the lovely girl that had stolen every bit of his heart. This would be the first time he would be getting Rory on his own. There was a big traffic jam—an accident that Harry was very grateful for was not her because the panic set in almost the moment she called—and she would be stuck for a lot longer. Getting Rory on time would be a challenge for her if it weren’t for Harry happily agreeing to get him.

Harry parked and exited the car heading to the playground where the kids were all milling about and where pickup was designated. He could see all the mums in Rory’s class started to whisper about his presence. Even a few of the teachers began questioning who Harry belonged to from a distance. Typically, he stayed in the car to prevent the chatter. But of course, today was different.

“Hi, m’here to pick up Rory. M’girlfriend called t’let everyone know; M’Harry. Harry Styles,” he explained with a sweet smile. The teacher in front of him had to be as old as his mum at least but she looked rattled to see Harry before her. There was something about the startling green eyes, the British accent, and those deadly dimples that could make any woman weak in the knees. You are too handsome, it’s unfair and leaves people speechless. I only pretend I’m not an absolute mess about you. She had explained to Harry before. He thought it was adorable she felt that way. Of course, he thought it was silly and unnecessary but he couldn’t help the change of his own heartbeat when he caught a glimpse of her doing the most mundane of any tasks.

“Hi Harry!” Rory cheered running up to him and throwing himself at his legs. Harry chuckled ruffling his hair.

“Hey, lad. Y’have a nice day?”

“Can I play a few more minutes?” He asked.

“Actually, I haven’t gotten confirmation just yet. I would...prefer it that way...if it’s all the same to you,” she admitted sheepishly. “We’re waiting on your license,” she explained holding her phone out to Harry so he could read the email chain between the staff and his pretty angel.

Harry’s phone was silent and so he missed the several calls from the poor girl who was probably losing her mind in traffic. Fortunately, Rory was pretty easy going. He even giggled at Harry’s misfortune. “Mumma’s gonna be all worried,” he said.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Thanks, Ror,” he sighed pressing his phone to his ear. “Hi, kitten,” Harry murmured. “M’at the school. I know I gotta send m’license t’you. I had m’phone on silent.”

“They’re making it very difficult. I’m so sorry,” she sounded so remorseful. The sigh in her voice was heavy.

“Don’t apologize,” he murmured. “Rory’s right here, he’s gonna play some more while we get this squared away...how’s the traffic?”

“Terrible,” she sighed. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “They just have my sister on file...” she explained. “I should have updated it.”

“S’nothing, m’love,” he promised. “One second,” he pulled his wallet out and retrieved his ID. He snapped a picture of it and sent it to her so she could email it to the school. Such bureaucratic stuff. But Harry was grateful the school took safety so seriously.

While Harry chatted with his mom, Rory was pointing at the tall man that had a funny voice and his friend looked at him curiously. “That’s Harry,” Rory explained.

“You call your dad Harry?” Aiden asked.

Rory shrugged. “Yeah,” he nodded. “He’s really cool. He plays dinosaurs with me and builds really good forts,” he told him knowingly.

Harry waved at the pair of boys while he chatted quietly with the teacher explaining the whole mess of traffic and the predicament of picking him up in the first place. She said she would send a digital copy of the paperwork for them to fill out so Harry could officially be on file.

It’s all set, I think.

“M’told we’re all good t’go,” Harry smirked at the message. Eyes on the road, kitten. See you soon! Xx “Rory!” He called. “S’time t’go. Gotta grab dinner!”

Rory came hustling toward him again, his friends watching in awe as he followed Harry toward the car. Rory buckled himself into his booster seat and settled in as he looked in the rear-view catching Harry’s eyes. “Is Mumma okay?” He frowned. “She always gets me a popsicle after school on Tuesday.”

“She’s just in traffic, lad. She’ll be late. I think I can manage a popsicle,” he smirked.

Rory nodded and looked back toward the playground. “How come everyone stares at you?” He asked.

Harry smirked. “Some people think I sound funny,” he winked at his little best friend in the mirror. “Can y’believe that?” He chuckled. Rory, the seven-going-on-seventeen-year-old, rolled his eyes expertly having heard the story of one of the first sentences he spoke to Harry.

“Is it because you’re not really my dad?”

Harry frowned. Rory asked it so casually and it stabbed Harry right through the heart. He was sad Rory thought about that in any capacity. Harry wished with everything in him that he could just...be his dad. But then Rory wouldn’t be Rory. Harry would hate that. “Maybe... but...s’none of anyone’s business. But I do love you, Rory. More than anyone could love you,” he promised seriously. “You know that right?”

He nodded. “I don’t think you love me more than Mumma loves me, though,” he snickered.

Harry liked the fact that he wasn’t upset about it. The way Harry talked so highly of his mother made Harry’s heart burst with adoration for the pair. They were inseparable and perfect. “Mm...I’ll maybe let that slide. But s’close. I promise.”

*

“Hey, cutie patootie,” she sighed with a tired smile as she walked in the house. Harry gave her a wave from the kitchen and Rory came bolting from the kitchen where he was helping Harry with setting the table and threw himself into her embrace. “How was school?”

“Harry picked me up!” He said excitedly.

“Yeah?” She kissed the top of his head, and she swore was crawling taller up the length of her with every passing minute. Her little baby. She tried not to think about it too much in fear she would simply begin crying and never stop. “Was that a nice surprise?”

Harry smiled as he finished putting dinner on the table. Rory left her to get the take-home folder that he handed off to her every day. While he did, Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her head. “Hi beautiful,” he hummed pressing his lips to her earlobe making an involuntary shiver run through her body. It seemed ridiculous that someone as perfect as Harry would call her beautiful after she worked all day and then sat in traffic for way too long.

“Hmm,” she hummed into his shirt. This felt like heaven. Being in his arms. Dinner behind him. Rory loved Harry as much as she did. (Maybe even more due to the proportionality of his little big heart.)

“Mumma, can Daddy come to career day?” He asked holding all the papers that were in his folder in his arms haphazardly leaving a trail behind them. Harry thought his heart stopped. She blinked in surprise at his simple, easy use of the name for Harry. She pulled away from his embrace where he remained stock still, completely speechless, and in disbelief.

“S-sure, love bug,” she murmured awkwardly picking up the slew of papers he left behind to show her. Sure enough, the flyer for career day was right in front of the two of them. Harry was trying (and pretty much failing) to keep his composure. Neither of them wanted to make a big deal of him using the parental term. “What happened to your folder?” She asked, trying to give Harry a moment to process the name.

“I get to introduce you and tell them what your job is...what is it again?” Rory asked, excitement laced in his voice as he looked up at Harry as if he hadn’t just completely flipped Harry’s world upside down with a little name.

After a pause, Harry was still staring in awe of the little seven-year-old that had totally boggled his mind and captured his heart in his little hands. She was crouched beside the papers, so she gently bumped her arm into his shin to garner his attention. “Harry, baby,” she murmured gently, knowing he was completely blindsided and utterly confused.

“Y-yeah, lad. M’called a psychologist. I help people when they’re nervous or scared,” he explained without any emotion in his voice.

Rory looked at Harry curiously. “Like when Mumma was scared at the hospital...or at the car wash?”

He nodded mutely. Unable to fully process how monumental this was and still maintain the conversation as if it didn’t happen at all. “Yes, baby,” she answered instead. “Can you get your folder?”

The second Rory returned to find the folder in his backpack folded over and misshapen due to shoving all his papers in without purpose, she was on her feet throwing her arms around his neck and kissing his skin as if her life depended on it.

“I love you, so much. So, so much,” she whispered.

He wrapped his arms around her just as tightly her toes brushing against the floor, and he smiled into her hair. “God, I love you so much,” he mumbled.

*

She was lying beside Rory in his little bed, and they stared up at the fake stars that made his ceiling glow. “Do you know you called Harry ‘Daddy,’ today?” She asked. The man in question was downstairs cleaning up from dinner and tending to the emergency call he got from a client.

“Am I allowed to?” He asked.

“Of course...just...that was kind of a big deal for Harry and I,” she explained. “Like taking your training wheels off,” she used as a reference of importance.

“Whoa,” he whispered.

“Whoa,” she nodded in agreement.

“Harry’s...not leaving...right?”

“No... no, he’s here to stay love bug,” she said firmly.

“So... he’s my dad now, right?”

She felt her throat tighten with so many emotions she could hardly contain it. “Yeah, baby. He is,” she whispered quietly. For so many years she tried to be every person Rory needed. A mom, a dad, a friend, a teacher, a coach, and so many other people rolled into one. Now, she could be one less person. One less role she needed to worry about.

“I like having a mom and dad,” he yawned sleepily.

“Me too, cutie pie,” she sighed, stroking his soft little face and brushing his hair behind his ear.

* Rory was bouncing with excitement of how cool it was that Harry brought Starbursts to Career Day. He introduced Harry—his dad—to his class and he told them all about emotions and how it’s cool to help people who struggle with it. He brought in a set of figurines of the emotions from Inside Out and made it accessible to the little ones.

“Think I made a few people want t’be a psychologist,” he winked at her from across the table while she went through Rory’s bag. Rory was taking a shower playing with his water toys.

“You make me want to be a psychologist,” she smirked going through the take-home folder again. Harry was working on the crossword, and he bit the inside of his lip.

“S’that because m’so hypnotizing in bed?” He winked.

She blushed and it felt like Harry had won the lottery. She ignored his comment, but Harry thought it was adorable when she was flustered. He returned to seven down, when she gasped. “Oh,” she covered her mouth and handed the paper to Harry.

Inside the box on the page showed a little figure person, dressed in black pants, a blue shirt, and a tie. The person held a messenger bag, papers and a computer spilling out of it. There were little figurines from Inside Out beside the person.

When I grow up, I want to be... was written at the top.

In Rory’s messy, seven-year-old script it read: like my dad.

Harry was certain at that moment he loved Rory more than she ever could.

But it was damn close.

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[enalovesharry]

Always a Fineline

warnings - little angstyyy blurb!

summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.

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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.

Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.

Still nothing.

You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.

You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.

Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.

Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.

“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.

“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.

Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.

“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.

“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.

He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.

You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.

Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”

“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.

“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.

“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”

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2021, Las Vegas.

The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.

Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.

The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.

“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”

“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”

Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

“We’ll be a fineline.”

Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.

It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.

The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.

A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.

Maybe they will be a fineline.

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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭

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[violetsandfluff]

She Can See We’re Lonely Down Here 🛰️

summary: maybe curiosity knows where y/n is

tw: loss and sadness??

a/n: i did sob while writing this…

wc: 938 🪐

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“Look up, Stomper,” Harry breathed wistfully. Even after months of coming out to the field, the sight of the stars illuminating the night sky took his breath away. He didn’t need to tell Stomper to look up. “She’s up there somewhere,” he continued. “She knows we’re lonely down here, but she’s watching over us from above.”

A soft breeze rustled the tall grasses the duo lay in, bringing Harry back to reality for a split second. “It’s pretty late,” he admitted reluctantly, “and I’m sure your battery is getting low. Let’s go home.”

Stomper revved his wheels defiantly, but Harry picked him up anyway, bringing him to his car and setting him down in the front seat. “You really like the stars, don’t you, buddy?”

The small robot nodded, unable to divert his gaze from the glistening pieces of art floating above the ground.

Harry’s night progressed as usual. He poured himself a glass of milk and downed it before plugging Stomper in, allowing him to take a few laps around the house to get out his last bits of energy. Then Harry brushed his teeth and turned on the living room television, to produce a little bit of noise in an otherwise silent house. He ducked into his bedroom just before midnight every night, only for another restless sleep to begin.

Since Y/N had vanished, Stomper had watched Harry fall into a pit. He found it hard to eat for weeks after the fact, and he still barely slept. The few grey hairs which Y/N so loved had multiplied exponentially. Every night as Stomper charged in the kitchen, he could hear Harry’s pleading, mournful, heaving breaths as he wished back the one thing he couldn’t have.

It broke Stomper’s heart to see Harry, his person, incessently distressed. He remembered a time when Harry spoke to him with a glimmer in his eye and a smirk on his dimpled cheeks. When Y/N vanished, she took the dimples from his cheeks and the glimmer from his eyes.

Stomper lowered his head in defeat, feeling helpless towards fixing Harry. Just as he was about to fall asleep, something on the television caught his attention. His head snapped up to see a video of the Curiosity Rover navigating an alien terrain. Stomper was instantly captivated as his mind began to whir with ideas. Could he escape to Harry’s meadow and ask the rover to bring Y/N home before dawn?

As soon as the charger beeped, signifying he was fully charged, Stomper set out. The first obstacle in his way was the charging cord, but that was easily conquered. After he broke free, he pushed his way out of the front door and began his journey. Feeling the pavement beneath his wheels wasn’t something he experienced often.

Even though it was night, the streets were riddled with cars. The small, naive robot navigated the danger-ridden streets tensely, only relaxing when he turned down the final side street. It was no problem for him to get to the meadow. The final part of his mission was to communicate with Curiosity and beg him to find Y/N.

The sky began to glow a dusky pink in the east as Stomper tried fruitlessly to communicate with Curiosity. The sun rose over the horizon before Curiosity responded.

Stomper spent the day rolling around in the grass as if pacing back and forth. His wheels left matted down tracks behind him. While he rolled, he brainstormed ways to communicate with Curiosity. He could make audible sounds such as beeps and whirs, or he could try telepathy. Either way, he had to get his signal to the rover.

That night, he was ready. As soon as the evening star rose and the sun sank back beneath the horizon, the robot’s about face was on. He stared up at the sky, spattered with stars galore and located Mars. Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he attempted to communicate with the rover with every ounce of his being. His concentration never broke for a second.

Harry never came to the meadow that night. When he woke up, there was no Stomper to greet him. Upon further examination, Stomper’s charging cord was wedged in the door that he had exited through.

By the end of the night, Stomper knew his battery was running dangerously low. He spent the day, cowering in the shade, using as little energy as possible. By the time the stars came out, he rolled slowly back into the open field and gazed up at the star he assumed to be Mars and attempted to connect with it one final time.

He didn’t notice Harry’s car pulling up in the distance. His battery was running too low for him to focus. He lowered his head to the ground in defeat until he sensed footsteps approaching through the long, wispy grass. Harry laid down on his back in the grass, feeling the familiar texture on the back of his neck. Stomper could hear the heartbroken sobs he wasn’t bothering to muffle anymore. He felt guilty because he had failed for three continuous nights to bring Y/N back where she belonged; with Harry.

Without lifting his head from the ground, Stomper spun his wheels once, hoping that the sound would startle Harry into recognizing his presence, but the sound was drowned out by a heaved breath. Using every last ounce of his being, Stomper whirred to life.

Harry looked over at the robot speechlessly.

Stomper tried to roll over to him, but he lowered his head one final time, sapped of all of his strength.

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[gucciwins]

because of me?

Will Harry be able to find his way back to his family?

Word count: 6548

A/N: hi friends! you all wanted a part two so i hope you all read the conclusion to the styles family as they navigate through a hard time. please come tell me what you thought i really enjoyed writing this part even if it took me a month to decide what direction i wanted to go.

Warnings: angst (happy ending)

Part One: why is daddy sad?

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After Harry left, Y/N wasn’t sure how to feel. 

A part of her felt guilty for not having done anything sooner, and another felt abandoned because, in three months, he managed to leave them with a goodbye and a kiss to each of them. Saylor, the oldest, understood that Harry wouldn’t be there anymore and that he might be happy for a change. While Lucy understood he was going on a long trip and returning in a few weeks. 

Except, a few weeks turned into two months. The US tour kept getting extended as fans begged for more and more dates. There was an album to release soon, and Y/N knew nothing about it when most times, Harry was excited to share his ideas with her. She was always one of the first to listen, and now this new album, she did not have a single idea of what it was about. 

Harry’s calls were not frequent, but when he did call, he talked to the kids for hours, sometimes draining her phone battery and cutting him off mid-story. Lucy, Y/N noticed, held on to Harry’s every word. Her eyes would widen in amazement when he’d show them the stage and even sitting in Sarah’s seat in front of the drums. While Saylor sat there asking a few questions and listening to his dad. There was a disconnect from Saylor; with Y/N, he was her affectionate and bubbly son, but with Harry, he became silent, almost closed off she wanted to say.

“Saylor?” 

“Yeah, mum.” 

“Do you want to make cookies with me?” 

“Brownies?” He countered. 

Y/N chuckled, having expected the answers. “Yes, baby. I have everything ready.” 

“Can you tie my apron, Mumma?”

Saylor quickly grabbed the apron Y/N leaves hanging in the kitchen for both him and Lucy when they have the sudden urge to help her in the kitchen. Y/N guides Saylor in turning around and makes a knot for him, tight enough it won’t be loose but easy enough for Saylor to tug on and take off when they finish. 

He turns around with a dimpled smile, “ready, Mumma!” 

His apron reads “Chef Saylor,” embroidered in red thread on his chest. It was a gift from Gemma, and she made sure to make one for Lucy, although she prefers sitting on the countertop and munching on fruits and chocolates.

The process of baking goes pretty well. Y/N keeps a watchful eye on Lucy as she plays with the monster trucks her friend Griffin gifted Lucy for her birthday last month. Harry made it back for the party and left soon after, to no one’s surprise. 

“Petal?”

“Yes, Mumma,” he answers while staying focused on mixing the ingredients. 

“Are you feeling alright?”

“Happy.” 

“That’s good. Right now?” 

“Mhm…” 

She hesitated but knew she needed to try because when she was young and hurting, Y/N hated that her parents never knew she was upset or angry that she had to wear a mask all the time. 

“Are you happy all the time?” 

Y/N saw him stop mixing for a second before continuing like nothing had happened. 

“Think it’s finished,” he moved the bowl over to Y/N, who didn’t push him and let him help pour the batter into the pan. She did the final step alone, not wanting Saylor to get burned from the preheated oven. 

“Job well done, Saylor.” 

Saylor stepped off his stool and gave your waist a tight squeeze. 

“Love you, Mumma.” 

“I love you so much, petal. Now go wash up. I’ll clean the dishes.” 

He runs up the steps, and Y/N sighs. It’s hard being a single parent. It’s even harder having no one to talk this out with. She really is all alone in this when Y/N was promised she would never be. 

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Dinner and brownies were a success. 

Y/N is in bed reading her book when she hears a small knock on the door and sees it being pushed open. Saylor, in his snug Bluey pajama set, walks towards her. 

“My little love, you alright? Can’t sleep.”

He nods his head. He climbs up on the bed. Y/N giggles as she watches him shake off his slippers from his feet. “Come on, I’ll give you cuddles.”

Saylor gives her a giant smile, hurrying to get tucked under the blankets. He lets out a deep sigh when he’s settled next Y/N. 

“Alright, Mumma was reading. Is it okay if I do that for a little longer, or do you want to sleep?” 

“Can we sleep, please?” 

Y/N grins pushing his hair out of his face to look at his face that resembles every bit of Harry from when he was a child. “Let’s sleep, then.” 

She reaches to turn off the light and slides lower to rest her head on her pillow, letting Saylor adjust himself as he lays his head on her chest. Y/N runs her hand down his back in soothing circles, hoping it will help him sleep. It’s quiet, and she thinks he’s gone down when she finally decides to close her eyes and do the same. 

“Mummy?” 

“Saylor? Are you okay?” 

“Is Daddy coming back?”

“Not for a few weeks. Remember he told you he’s singing for his fans every night.” Y/N doesn't know where the conversation is heading, but she doesn't feel ready. “He’s going to call tomorrow. You can ask him when he's coming home. You know Daddy loves talking to you.”

“What if he’s not coming home?”

“Saylor,”

“What if he loves his fans more than us, and he forgets about us?” 

“Saylor, your dad loves you. He tells you every time he calls.” 

“Not like you, not all day.” 

She sighs, “no, not every day.” 

“You love us?”

“More than all the stars in the universe,” she reminds him. 

“Enough, that’s enough,” he whispers. 

Y/N feels her heartbreak, her son is so young, but he picks up on the emotions and dynamics of the relationship really well. This is more than Y/N was prepared for; maybe it’s time for a visit to a therapist because Saylor, from a young age, picked up on Harry’s sadness and now questioning his father’s love and his place in their family is a lot for a child to process and Y/N can only do so much. She needs help, and it’s okay to ask for it.

Maybe it was time Y/N went as well. 

_____

Harry loved being on stage. 

He knew he had to thank his wife for the reason he was back on stage. Harry loved his family, but something was missing as he became a stay-at-home father. He enjoyed the studio time, but he craved being on stage and interacting with the fans who gave him everything. 

Except, it wasn’t the fans who helped him accomplish all his dreams. It was Y/N, a selfless Y/N who always put others above herself, and this time no different. She went above and beyond, and what did Harry do to repay her? He left her alone with their two children. It wouldn’t be easy, but she had a support team around her, and he knew she would be fine. 

At least, that’s what he told himself over and over. The truth is he doesn’t know how to begin to help his wife. It’s a big reason he was glad his team made his first show in America because his therapist, whom he stopped talking to years ago, lives and works there. Harry felt he got to a point in his life where it was no longer necessary, but that isn’t true. He needs it more than ever, especially if he wants to be a better man for his family. 

Change won’t come in a day, and for the time being, he will prove to Y/N and their kids that he’s the father and husband they deserve. 

He’ll go home soon, but when he does, he wants to be his best version. 

_____

Holiday vacations are around the corner, and the kids miss their dad. Lucy talks about him constantly, more than ever, and how he promised to play mermaids with her when he’s home for Christmas. Y/N doesn’t know how much she believes him, but she’s willing to give him a chance to prove himself. While Saylor is doing better. The therapist said it’s normal for Y/N to feel hurt and sad that she couldn’t do more for her child because it means she’s doing the right thing. She put her feelings aside to help her child. 

Y/N began going to therapy herself. She did it when she was younger after her mother passed away unexpectedly but stopped when visits became low and few. Kirsten says it might even be a good idea to bring in Lucy, but Y/N wants to take it step by step, not wanting to overwhelm her children. Saylor says he’s enjoying the sessions because he gets to talk and play with different toys some days, even paint. Y/N is overall relieved that she made the right choice for her family. She knows she should have spoken to Harry, but Y/N, never knowing his exact schedule or how she was doing, felt it was not the right time to discuss with him, especially over the phone. 

Lucy had been complaining about missing Harry, and Saylor also jumped in, stating they missed hearing him sing. Y/N’s never known how to say no to her kids, so with a single text to Jeff, he sent back a confirmation of three plane tickets that would take them to Chicago, where Harry was in town for three days before the next city. 

Packing their bags was easy due to their excitement, but Y/N had a pit of anxiety sitting in her stomach that she could not shake. Sarah assured her that Harry would be happy to see them when Y/N texted her to let her know she was planning a visit. Y/N felt the most nervous because she was surprising Harry when he never asked them to come out and support him since he started touring. It’s something that had always been on her mind. It made her feel as if he was doing his best to keep both sides of his life separate when she thought that Harry would have found his way back to her 

Saylor and Lucy were excellent during the eight-hour flight. Maybe they could sense her nerves or were just as nervous as she was in the moment to see Harry again. There’s a car waiting for them at the airport with a driver. As much as Y/N wanted to drive in the city, it's been too long since she’s driven in America. The car seats for the children are luxurious, and it makes Y/N wonder as she’s buckling in Lucy if they went out of their way to buy them for her children or got them on loan from somewhere. Either way, she’s thankful.

Lucy slept most of the flight, while Saylor slept on and off. She knew the jet lag would hit them hard as they’re not used to traveling, at least not the time change in America. Y/N made sure to take her children on trips through their neighboring countries. Harry would join them all the time, making traveling easier but being alone with two kids under six, she prefers to visit places close to home. 

“Yes, we’ve arrived.” She looks behind her, sighing in relief as her children look out the windows, amazement shown in their eyes. “They’re fine. A bit tired, but we’re going to eat and try to sleep in a few hours if any of us can make it that long. Love you.” Y/N hangs up her phone turning to look at her children once more, “Nana says she loves you so much and that you better take lots of photos to show her when we go home.” 

“Love Na,” Lucy whispers. 

“Nana Anne, miss us?” Saylor asks. 

“So much, says she’s got a surprise for when we go home.” 

“Yay,” both Saylor and Lucy cheer together.

After texting Jeff that they had landed, he told her the driver would be bringing them to the venue where they all were rehearsing for the show tomorrow. Y/N knew that meant it was only a matter of minutes before she was reunited with Harry, and their children would get to spend time with him for longer than ten minutes. 

Jeff waved at them as the car parked in the empty lot, helping Saylor unbuckle while Y/N got Lucy out, who chose to stay in her arms. Saylor rushed over to Y/N to hold her free hand. Jeff promised all their stuff would be taken to their hotel room, and she knew he meant into the room they would be sharing with Harry.

Y/N stayed quiet, listening to Lucy talk Jeff’s ear off about how excited she was to see her Daddy. She missed him so much, and listening to his music was boring when he wasn’t there to dance and sing with her. Y/N realized Saylor was nervous. His hand was sweating, but he didn’t let go of Y/N’s hand. No, his hold on her hand tightened as they were guided to the area where Harry was hanging out with his bandmates. 

“Harry,” Jeff yelled, cutting off all the conversations in the room. “Got some visitors.” He moves out of the way, allowing Y/N to walk into the room. Saylor follows close behind. The room is silent for a few seconds before Lucy starts bouncing in Y/N’s arms, excitedly chanting Daddy. 

“You’re here,” he breathes out. His eyes locked on Y/N first, then shifted to Lucy and Saylor. Their son stayed right by her side while Lucy began reaching forward, begging for Harry to take her in his arms. 

Harry quickly crossed the room and took Lucy from Y/N, spinning her around as her laugh rang loud in the room. Y/N shuffled in closer with Saylor at her side. Sarah came to say hello first; it was her godson, after all. 

“My little Saylor, you’re so big,” Sarah greeted, crouching down to his size. He moved away and jumped into his godmother’s waiting arms. 

“Missed you.” He whispered low enough for only the three of them could hear. 

“He’s been playing that bongo drum. You got him like crazy.” 

Saylor nods his head excitedly, “can I play your drums?” 

Sarah laughs, “I’m sure we can work something out.” 

Y/N knows Harry’s coming back over because Saylor’s hand made its way back into hers. Lucy is now running around, introducing herself to everyone as if they don’t remember who she is. Most of the team here today were there for Y/N and Harry during the early years of their children’s lives. 

“Hi, Saylor,” Harry greets, copying what Sarah did, getting down to be at his level. “I’ve missed you so much. You look so big, soon you might be bigger than Mummy.” 

Saylor giggles, “you think so?” 

“Of course, you might be taller than Mitch, too,” Harry teased. 

“Ha,” Mitch laughed dryly as he let Lucy sit on his lap as she told him about her journey on the plane and how the nice airplane lady gave her apple juice. 

The tension is gone, and it warms her heart to see Harry and Saylor sharing a long embrace. Y/N feels guilty because she’s the reason why her children don’t see their father every day anymore, but she also feels guilty for letting Harry be unhappy for so long. Lost in thought, she doesn’t seem to realize Harry standing in front of her, rocking on his heels as if he’s waiting for permission to touch her. Instead of overthinking what she should do, she does what she wants, which is to give her husband a hug. 

She hears him let out a deep sigh, breathing her in. It's been a long time since she allowed herself to relax, but being here with his arms wrapped tight around her, she knows she belongs here. She just doesn’t know if Harry still thinks she does. 

“Thank you for the surprise,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“Glad you liked it.”

“Daddy, Daddy?” Lucy pulls on his jeans, asking for attention. 

Y/N pulls away from him, laughing as Lucy and Saylor wait for Harry to let go of her and pay attention to them. “Duty calls,” she jokes.

“Oi, what are you going to do?” 

“She’ll be in good hands with me,” Sarah interrupts, dropping her hand over Y/N’s shoulder. “Now go. Your children have missed you.” 

Harry gives Y/N one last look, and she nods, assuring him it’s okay. 

Y/N really hopes the trips end well because a big reason she brought them out to visit wasn’t just for Saylor and Lucy but for herself to ask Harry where they stand. It’s important she finds out because she doesn’t want to suffer any more heartbreak.

_______

The night together at the hotel had gone well. Y/N was relieved when Saylor and Lucy settled for bed at eight pm that they even managed to stay awake so long, but she knew it was all because of Harry. Y/N wanted to stay up to talk with Harry and see how he felt because she didn’t want him to feel like she ambushed him, that she wanted to see him, that the kids did. Instead, as she waited for him to exit the bathroom, she fell asleep, the exhaustion of traveling hitting her like a truck now that everything had settled. Y/N swears she felt a kiss on her head and a blanket placed over her as she fell asleep. It’s the safest she’s felt in months. 

Morning came all too soon when Saylor and Lucy jumped into their bed. Y/N and Harry shared a bed for the first time in months, and she was glad they woke her up, not allowing a moment of awkwardness to settle over them. Lucy demanded they feed her while Saylor reminded her to say please. Y/N laughed because she felt like a family, and looking over at Harry showering Saylor in kisses as Lucy sat on her stomach poking at Y/N’s face, she wondered if Harry felt the same.

“Come on, my loves. I’ll let you take a look at the menu and order whatever you want,” Harry coaxed them hoping to call them down.

“Anything?” Lucy shrieked.

Harry’s eyes widened before glancing at Y/N, who did her best to bite back a smile, “I’m afraid I’ve used the wrong word.” 

Y/N shrugs, “make sure you include some fruits in there, but no-”

“Blueberries, Lucy’s allergic,” he finishes for Y/N.

“If I eat blueberries, will I become like the girl in Charlie’s factory?”

“You will not become like Violet, little lady,” Harry chuckles, “but if you did, we’d still love you.” 

“We’ll always love you, Luce. No matter what,” Saylor chimed in, and Y/N felt her heart grow ten times the size. 

There was a lot to discuss with Harry, but today, she’d enjoy the day with her family and feel proud to see Harry on stage doing what he loves. 

______

The venue was chaotic, and Saylor and Lucy loved it. They saw someone doing something new at every turn, fixing lights or cooking food. It wasn’t until they saw the fans being let in did they gasp that all those people were there for their Daddy. It felt nice to allow them the experience of seeing Harry do what he loves. Y/N told Harry she wanted to walk around. She can’t remember the last time she was backstage at a venue. Y/N had been with Harry for so long that she feels she has visited so many arenas and stadiums, but she will never get over the friendly environment that Harry and their team maintain. Many of these people working backstage are the ones she saw when she first came out to see Harry. He prides himself in working with the people he trusts and has built a relationship with, and Y/N knows he cares for each person on his team. 

He promised her he’d take care of Saylor and Lucy, promising he’d agree to everything they asked for, and she knew he was teasing but also wouldn’t put it past him. If Lucy asked him for a pony, Y/N’s sure he’d have it waiting for her as soon as she was back in London. Y/N knew Harry wanted to get Saylor his own drum kit already, but Y/N wasn’t ready for the loud noise that would never end. 

“Take your time, love. I’m in good hands,” he teased. 

“We take care of Daddy, like you taught us,” Saylor promises. 

The show was set to start at nine, with the opener going on at eight, meaning she had roughly an hour and a half before she needed to go back and let Harry get ready without the distraction of two children who had a new question every second. Y/N spent time roaming the green room and speaking with the band, who were all too happy to ask her questions about her job and life in their London home. After excusing herself, she made her way through the hallways until she reached a black curtain allowing herself to take a peek at the fans there tonight. Harry had mentioned it being a sold-out show and that all tickets went to fans. They worked hard on keeping prices fair to fans, no longer allowing platinum tickets to be sold, not at the cost of his fans. 

She stepped out, and the loud chatter of the arena echoed around her. There were many empty seats, as it was early but the pit was as packed as ever. Fans turned around, trying to see who was excited, but no one gave her a second glance. Her relationship with Harry is something they kept quiet about their first year. After Harry accidentally posted a photo of her on his Instagram story with a “happy anniversary” sticker, fans pieced it all together. In an interview with Zane Lowe, he happily shared that he was in love and happy that was all that should matter to his fans. The only posts about their children to this point are each child’s birth; that is how she hopes it stays until they’re older.

Y/N was glad she wasn’t easily recognizable to fans. At least, she thought she wasn’t until she saw someone with a plate of nachos in her hand going to sit against a wall and waving at her. Y/N turned around, wondering if she meant someone else, but once she saw the fan laugh, she sent a small wave back. She took that as her cue to leave in case others started to notice because Y/N’s sure the fan would be quick to spread the word as respectful as she was. 

As she crosses back backstage, she finds Jeff and Tom talking. They stop when they see her, bringing her in for a hug. 

“Hi, taking a tour, I see,” Jeff says, noting where she was coming from.

“Mhmm, was uh getting restless not being able to explore.” 

“Harder with two kids, huh.” Tom comments. 

Y/N laughs, “oh yeah, those two are curious. They got that from Harry. If they could, I’m sure they’d open every door backstage.” 

“Are they with H?” 

“Last I checked, unless he passed them off,” Y/N jokes. 

“Are you kidding? He’s wrapped around those two fingers. The only person he allows to take them is you because you’re his favorite person,” Jeff shares. 

“And their mother,” Tom chimes in.

Y/N is surprised at everything he’s saying because, for the longest time, she didn’t feel like it. She still doesn’t. 

“Honestly, we’re all glad you texted us. This is the happiest we’ve seen him.” Jeff mutters his agreement. 

Y/N frowns, “what do you mean?”

Tom and Jeff share a look before answering. “That he’s happy to be touring and on the road again, but….” 

“Come on, might as well tell me.” 

Tom sighs, “he comes off stage upset or tired and always heads to bed.”

“Are you saying he wants us here?” Y/N questions because it doesn’t make sense to her. 

“The last time he toured, who was the first person he went to after he ran off?” Jeff asked. 

“Me,” she whispered. “But he wanted this.” Y/N gestures to everything around her.

Jeff shrugs, “he did, but not like he was expecting.” 

Y/N sighs, running a hand down her face trying to take in this information. “I’m not uprooting my kids to follow him on tour. We’ve got stability. They’ve got a routine and a lot of family at home.” 

“We know you do,” Tom assures you.  “Harry raves about how amazing of a mother you are. He really feels that he’s failed. He failed you and the kids, but there’s nothing he can do now, not with a sold-out tour.”

“Hmm…he hasn’t told me. Or when we talk, it’s about the kid. I assumed–I don’t know, really. Feels like we lost him or that I did, at least.” Y/N didn’t think she’d share this with anyone other than her therapist, but she’s always trusted them. They’re her friends as well. 

As she walks away to find her children, she doesn’t know Harry is behind her, having heard every last word, having gone to get Lucy and Saylor an ice cream. It’s time to prove to Y/N that he was there for her. 

Harry loved his wife. Without her, he wouldn’t have his two biggest blessings. He wouldn’t know what it’s like to be loved. He wouldn’t have built a beautiful life without her, and he took that for granted. He took her heart and stored it away because he was too weak to ask for help. He left her alone for too long, but he would change that. He had to. There was no way he would lose her, not when he loved her with everything in him, his heart and soul belonged to her. 

______

The energy for tonight was on a new level; he knew it was because his family was in the audience. He was so happy that he decided to mention it, not allowing cameras to zoom their way because his children were not something he shared with fans or the media, something he and Y/N agreed on from the moment they found out she was pregnant with Saylor.

Harry kept an eye on them the entire night, sending them kisses and dancing their way. The minute he got off stage, an excited Saylor bounded into his sweaty arms while a sleepy Lucy was in Y/N’s arms fighting sleep. 

“Daddy! That was awesome.” Saylor yelled, letting Harry slip off his headphones as Harry settled him on his hip.

“Mhm, awesome,” Lucy mumbled, tucking her head deeper into Y/N’s shoulder. 

Harry laughs, “thank you, my loves.” He pressed a kiss to Saylor’s cheek and then to Lucy’s. “What did Mummy think?” 

“You were wonderful, H. Always a shining star up there,” Y/N leaned in and offered him a kiss on his cheek. Y/N swore she could see a blush on his cheeks as she pulled away. 

“Thank you.” Harry clears his throat, “how about we head to bed, huh?” 

“Please,” Lucy whispered, causing them all to laugh. 

It was the sweetest after-show reunion, and Harry laughed as he noticed cameras pointed in every direction from their team, having captured the special moment. “I’m expecting to see those photos in my messages tomorrow.” 

A course of “yes, boss” rang loud as Y/N and Harry helped their kids settle in their car seats, Lucy slowly falling asleep as they began the drive to the hotel. 

“Y/N?” Harry asked as they each worked on changing their children into their pajamas. Both children fell asleep on their way to the hotel. 

“Hmm…” 

“Thank you.” He starts, “for uh, coming tonight.” 

“Course, they really missed you.” 

“I missed them too.” They fall silent. “I missed you too, Y/N. So much.” 

Y/N flashes him a timid smile. “I missed you too.” 

After settling both children under the covers, Y/N flipped on the small lamp light and walked out, wanting to get undressed and to bed. She saw Harry in the bathroom and decided changing in the room would be better. She saw a shirt on the chair, and she swore it was hers, so she slipped it on and climbed under the covers, sighing as she felt herself sink into the king-sized bed. Y/N shut the lights off and closed her eyes. Y/N’s not sure how long had passed, but she felt Harry slipping in next to her. He scooted close to her but not enough to touch her, and a part of her was screaming at him to get closer, but she remained still. 

“Honey, do you think we can talk?” Harry asked, turning on the small lamp by the bedside. 

“Right now?” She blinked one eye open. Harry was lying on his side, staring at her. He shook his head no.

 “I, uh, was thinking maybe we can have dinner together tomorrow. Jeff offered to watch the kids.”

“Okay, H. That’s fine. I’m sure we can talk and have dinner with the kids too.”

“If you want, but uh,” Harry feels his throat tighten. He’s so nervous, “thought it could be a date.”

Y/N doesn’t do well hiding the surprise on her face. “A date?” 

He nodded, keeping his eyes locked with hers trying to see if he could see what she was feeling, but it was like staring at a wall. She was always so good at hiding her emotions. Harry let her think about it, the silence making his heart race until he saw her offer him the tiniest smile. 

“Okay, Harry. It’s a date.”

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“You look pretty, Mummy?” Lucy tells Y/N as she sees her finishing the application of her lipstick. Y/N had to sit Lucy in the sink as she had woken up practically clingy this morning; not that Y/N minded but having to do makeup with a toddler on her hip would not be easy. She was playing with the eyeshadow pallet, swiping it down her arms and gasping when she saw how shimmery it made her arms. 

“Think so?” Y/N presses a kiss to the top of Lucy’s head with nods enthusiastically 

“Promise,” she affirms, although it sounded more like ‘poise’ as Lucy still had not quite mastered her “R’s.”  

“Give me a kiss,” Lucy perked up, carefully turning around to not hurt herself. Y/N leaned down and let Lucy press a peck to Y/N’s lips. 

“Thanks, petal. You’re the sweetest.” Y/N lifts her up and sets Lucy on her hip. “Let’s go find Saylor and Daddy.” 

Lucy sighs, knowing she will say goodbye to her mum for the night. Walking out of the restroom, Y/N finds Harry sitting on the couch, flowers in his lap, with Saylor standing before him, taking his photo. Y/N cooed at the sight because Saylor recently learned to take pictures and took any opportunity to showcase his skills. 

“I see Saylor’s found a new muse,” Y/N laughs when Harry startles, jumping up from the couch, barely catching the flowers in his lap.

“Daddy!” Saylor scolds. 

“Sorry, lovie.” Harry turns to Y/N, his smile widening as he sees his two girls in front of him. “These are for you,” he extends the flowers for Y/N to take, but Lucy accepts them for her. 

“Pretty.” 

Y/N giggles, “very pretty.” 

“Are you ready to head out?” Harry asks as he watches Y/N set down Lucy, who runs to show Jeff the flowers. 

“Mhmm…all good.” 

“Petals, come give Mummy and Daddy a kiss,” Y/N calls for them, kneeling next to Harry to accept the two running toddlers into her open arms. She would have fallen back by the force they rushed into her if Harry didn’t have a hold on her. She shoots him a grateful smile as she presses three kisses each to Saylor and Lucy before passing them over to Harry, who promises to take good care of Mummy. 

Y/N walks out, and together they head down the hall. She feels nervous because this dinner has the power to break her or mend her heart. It was only a matter of time until she finds out.

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Harry brought her to a family restaurant. It wasn’t a stuffy, uptight restaurant like she was expecting because Harry knew she never liked those restaurants that gave people food portions so small that it never filled a person up. Y/N grins as he pushes her chair in. She is still recovering from Harry opening her car door and offering her his arm. He’s the gentleman he was for the entirety of their relationship until she lost him. 

The conversation is slow, primarily focused on the tour and their kids. Y/N laughs when she realizes this feels like a first date, this was how nervous she was in Jamaica after he approached her asking for the chance to take her on a date, but she said no because she was on holiday and lucky for her, he was as well. After learning more about him and falling for his charm, she said yes, and she would not change a thing because it brought her back to him.

Harry is the one to steer the conversation bringing up how he’s been doing. He has bad days, but they aren’t awful where he shuts down. He shares about his therapist and how comfortable he feels talking to someone, that he went too long holding in all his feelings. Y/N feels guilty, and Harry knows that. He reminds her it’s not her fault, that she did the best they could by putting their children first. It made him feel safe knowing that Saylor and Lucy were being taken care of by someone who would lay their life down for them. 

“Do–would you be up for couple’s therapy?” 

Y/N gestures for him to explain. 

“Marina says that it’s important we talk about this as a neutral place, and a therapist is a good place to start. We both went through a hard time, and it’s important we talk about everything that happened.”

She agrees, “we can do that.” 

“Good, uh, thank you.”

“Saylor started seeing a therapist.” 

Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, “because of me?”

Y/N grimaces, “he had a hard time seeing you connect more with him and Lucy through a phone, and there was only so much I could do alone.”

She sees him deflate, “H, don’t take all the blame, don’t let it sink you.” 

He sniffles, “I hurt him. I hurt you all.” 

“Saylor’s healing. We all are. You’re making an effort,” she assures him.

“I want to be a better father and partner.”

Y/N nods, but something is nagging at the back of her mind. “Jeff mentioned extending the tour.” 

And he sighs. It’s true. 

“Summer tour. In Europe.”

“Mhm…” 

“Would–” he fumbles, trying to find the words. “I know work is important, and our kids are priority number one but would you be up to joining me in the summer?”

“Summer on tour?” She repeats. 

“The kids aren’t in school, and if you’re able to use some time off with us for even a week or two, uh, I miss you all so much when I’m away.”

“You really want us there?”

“Course I do. Think I played my best show last night having you all there.” It’s what everyone has been telling her that it was his best show since his return. 

“I’m—so– confused.” 

“Of what, lovie?” Harry thought he had put everything out in the open.

“You didn’t ask us to visit you. Or ask us to go on tour with you. You just left, H, and that hurt as much as having you home and ignoring us,” Y/N pours her heart out to him. 

He drops his head, letting out a deep breath. “You’ve always reminded me that you wanted to give Lucy and Saylor stability. Me being selfish to bring you out would have—I thought it would make you think I was careless and only thought about myself.” 

“You put them first.”

“They have always come first. I just honestly got lost. Marina, my therapist, said that after giving up something I’ve known basically all my life, I wasn’t ready to let it go like I said I was. And all my repressed feelings took over.”

“They’re the priority Harry, promise me?” 

Harry agrees, “they’re my priority but so are you.” 

She stays silent for a moment, before nodding. “We can talk to the kids tomorrow and ask them how they feel about touring with you for the summer.”

Harry’s eyes brighten, “just them? 

She shakes her head. “If they’re a yes, so am I,” she tells him.

“Do you still love me?” Harry asks. 

She sighs, “Harry.” 

“I love you, Y/N. I will always love you, and I’m sorry I made you doubt my love but never again. I’ll prove it to you every day. I just need to know if I have a chance.” Harry pleads, and Y/N believes every single word. 

“Of course I do. I’d let you break my heart ten times over if it means I get the chance to love you.” 

Y/N sees his eyes well up with tears and leans close to catch a tear that falls down his face. “You love me?” 

“I love you,” she confirms. 

“I love you, too. Never stopped loving you, just got lost.”

Y/N and Harry settle in comfortable silence. She scoots her chair closer to him, reaching for his hand and intertwining it with hers. Harry squeezes tight before bringing it to his lips and giving her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. 

“Never going to stop. Heart beats for you as much as it does for Saylor and Lucy.” Y/N confessed, needing him to know that it has always been him. 

“I love you, Y/N. I have loved you since our first date in Jamaica, and I’ll never stop reminding you. I know I stopped for some time and made you question me but never again.  It’s always you. It will always be you.” 

And she believed him.

Everything wasn’t perfect, far from it, but there’s a clear path in front of them that Y/N and Harry look forward to taking together.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 was that familiar, thick knot of sadness stuck heavily in your throat as you parked your car in the garage. It had been slowly growing and getting worse ever since you left your cozy bed this morning. Nothing was going your way today and you just wanted to crawl up into a ball and cry.

You kept trying to swallow the sadness down as you clambered out of the vehicle, desperate for it to go away but it instead only got heavier with each step you took toward the door.

You really wanted a hug. You didn't know how to describe it. But all you wanted was for someone to just wrap their arms around you–hold you close to their chest and tell you that it will all be alright.

You felt pathetic. You knew Harry was inside your shared home somewhere because his car was parked next to yours, but you really didn't want to disturb him in case he was busy working because as soon as that man's attention was on his work, he was gone.

You decided that you were just gonna check on him and if he looked deep into his work then you wouldn't disturb him. So you quietly trailed down the hallway with delicate steps. His study door was already slightly open, much to your luck because it meant you didn't have to open it yourself, and peeked through the gap.

You knew when he was deeply gone in his work because every time you went to check on him, you would see that his face was pulled into a frown; indicating that he was really thinking about something. And his bottom lip would usually be drawn between his teeth, mindlessly tugging and biting at it gently as he focused on whatever he was doing.

And as you stared at him with longing eyes by the slightly open door, you could see that he was far gone in his work. His body was leaned back in his chair as he frowned at whatever was on his laptop.

You really needed that hug.

'It's okay'  you mentally repeated to yourself.

You were about to start heading back down the hallway when his green eyes unexpectedly darted up from his laptop screen and met yours, obviously sensing something move in the corner of his eye. His face softened as soon as he registered that it was you, his love, who was the thing that caught his eye; “Hi, m’love.”

His voice was so soft and his tone was so gentle. So full of love that it made you feel even worse for some reason. Your makeshift plan was to just say a quick hello and then sneak away before he could see through you, but his “Hi, m’love” was enough to let everything you had been keeping inside break free.

Your emotions felt like the beginnings of a tsunami wave, as if everything you had been keeping pent up in your head was the sea being pulled in as it prepared to unleash. And then just now when Harry’s eyes met yours, the pull of the ocean surged forward, releasing everything rocket-speed like a big fat tsunami of negativity and sadness and frustration. 

It was like when you were at school or work having a real shitty day, trying your best to keep it together so that you wouldn't cry in class and embarrass yourself–but as soon as that one person asked if you were okay, all of the tears you had tried to fight off just came hurling back into your eyes and spilled down your cheeks.

His face instantly twisted into a frown as soon as he saw you break down like that in front of him. “Y/N?” He asked and rose to his feet.

“I’m sorry–I’ll go,” You went to go and only moved a tiny step back out of the room but it took Harry no more than four seconds to reach you and pull your fragile body to his, whispering a gentle;

“Oh, baby.”

"I'm sorry," You had hiccuped, the shame and guilt of dragging him away from his work were eating you away, "I'm being stupid."

His arms around you loosened a fraction and he pulled back slightly, his hands slid up to your teary cheeks and he fully cupped them; tilted your head up so that you were looking up at him, but you kept your eyes away from his due to guilt.

"Please look at me, baby,” He encouraged in a whisper and your sad eyes flickered up to meet his. "I'm not going anywhere. This isn't stupid–don't ever say sorry for feeling this way," He told you with his gaze flickering between my left and my right eye, displaying genuine truth behind his words.

"But–"

"Nope. No buts," He shook his head lightly and your bottom lip jotted out in a small pout; biting down on your tongue to stop yourself from apologizing again. “Don’t ever feel like you can't come to me. Ever." Harry’s thumbs gently swiped under your eyes to get rid of the constant fallen tears, the wetness soaking into the tips of his thumbs.

You nodded in his hands, unable to speak due to the fear that you’d just cause more tears to flow out of your eyes. Harry let his hands drop from your face as soon as he saw your bottom lip wobble again, and he brought you back to his chest.

Your arms wrapped around his waist, your grip on him tightening for dear life as you smooshed the side of your face into his shirt. Harry continued to let you cry it out until the sobs had thankfully turned into little sniffles, he comforted you the entire time by whispering sweet words of reassurance and by pressing loving, gentle kisses to your hair. It was his way of letting you know that you weren't going through this alone.

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[harrrystyles-writing]

Yes, Sir! —Capítulo 18

Personagens: Professor! Harry x Estudante!Aurora. (Aurora tem 23 anos e Harry tem 35)

Aviso: O capítulo só tem o ponto de vista de Harry.

NotaAutora: Perdão a demora para atualizar a fic.

— Oi! Meu amor. — Violeta disse assim que atendi o telefone — Acabei de deixar as meninas com a babá!

— Ótimo! Já estou indo buscar você. — Tentei parecer animado, mas todo cansaço não me ajudava.

— Você quer cancelar nossa noite?

— Por que?

— Eu conheço você bem o suficiente para saber quando está fingindo.

— Só estou cansado, você já contratou a babá e também fez a reserva, vamos aproveitar.

— Tudo bem, estou te esperando.

Desliguei.

Eu não estava nem um pouco com vontade de sair para um date e não era pelo cansaço. Aurora me ligou, me mandou mensagem e eu nem tive coragem de responder.Eu era simplesmente um covarde miserável que não teve a decência de dizer a ela o que eu sentia, mas como eu poderia? Dizer que a amava não valeria de nada quando ela descobrisse sobre Violeta, porque ela vai descobrir, não há mais tempo para mim.

Assim que estacionei minha esposa entrou toda animada no carro, ela estava linda, sua maquiagem pesada e sua roupa justa, não podia negar que não mexeu comigo, que uma parte de mim sentiu sua falta.

— Oi! — Aquele sorriso um dia fez meu mundo inteiro balançar.

— Oi.

— Posso te beijar? — Ela se tornou uma mulher tímida de uma hora para outra.

— Porque está me perguntando?

— Não sei Harry, ultimamente você tem estado tão distante que nem sei mais se eu posso beijar meu próprio marido.

— Pode.

Aqueles lábios, eram doces, mas não tão bons quanto os de Aurora.

— Vamos?

— Sim. — Ela entrelaçou os dedos aos meus com um sorriso.

A viagem até o restaurante foi terrível, Violeta estava determinada a me provocar, sua mão quente ficou em minha coxa o tempo todo. Eu só queria chegar logo que assim que vi o estacionamento apressei-me para achar uma vaga, logo que o carro desligou eu prontamente fui abrir a porta para ela, estendendo a mão para ajudá-la a sair do carro.

Afinal eu ainda era seu marido, ela merecia isso, uma noite sem que se sentisse rejeitada.

— Obrigado meu amor, que cavalheiro.

Sua mão rapidamente entrelaçaram-se a minha, não hesitei, mas eu deveria?

Já não sei mais o que é certo ou errado, meu coração grita pela Aurora, eu sinto tanto a falta dela, mas Violeta é minha esposa não é a ela a quem deveria estar venerando?

O lugar era lindo, todos os nossos anos de relacionamento nunca jantamos em lugar tão chique, talvez estejamos mesmo, no fundo do poço e Violeta estava tentando de tudo para reacender a chama do nosso amor.

O jantar foi agradável, nós se esquecemos quase completamente a tensão que havia entre nós há muito tempo, nós rimos e flertamos como se fossemos dois recém casados e apaixonados, eu me senti estranho por estar gostando tanto da companhia dela.

— Foi muito legal hoje. — Minha esposa sorriu para mim enquanto caminhavamos para o carro. — Eu me diverti muito.

— Eu também — Sorri de volta abrindo a porta para ajudá-la a entrar.

— Sabe, amor. — Violeta começou assim que entrei no carro. — A noite não precisa acabar agora.— Ela parecia nervosa, ela estava nervosa eu a conhecia muito bem para ler sua expressão facial.

Eu senti meu coração acelerar, quando a sua mão delicada tocou meu rosto o virando para ela

— Eu quero você, H. — Sussurrou antes de unir seus lábios aos meus.

Eu não consegui resistir, me deixei levar pelo momento e o prazer que os lábios da minha esposa me davam, minhas mãos a puxaram mais para mim, até que estivesse sentada em meu colo, suas mãos puxavam meus cabelos, enquanto seus quadris roçaram em mim.

— H.— Ela gemeu baixinho em meu ouvido.

E um estalo, o som da voz de Aurora apareceu em minha mente, eu via ela em minha frente.

— Para!

— O que foi?— Violeta me olhou assustada.

— Acho melhor pararmos.

— Por quê?

— Alguém pode ver— Menti.

Mas eu não podia continuar.

Eu não estava mais apaixonado por Violeta, eu só estava me apagando a um passado onde nós éramos realmente felizes.

— Eu não ligo.

— Baby, vamos para casa, eu não quero fazer isso aqui.— Segurei seu rosto e forcei-me a beija-lá. — Quero fazer direito.

— Promete que vamos transar quando chegar lá? — A voz manhosa e triste dela me fazia sentir culpado.

— Claro. — Afirmei só para vê-la sair de cima de mim.

Eu não sei bem o que aconteceria quando chegasse, não sei se resistiria a minha própria esposa, eu estava muito confuso e me sentindo muito culpado.

— A babá está lá em cima, vou avisá-la para ir. — Violeta dizia enquanto tirava os sapatos assim que chegamos. — Por ser tarde talvez ela precise de carona, você pode levá-la para mim? E passar na farmácia pegar uns preservativos, acho que já encaixotei os que tinham aqui em casa.

— Claro querida.

Aproveitei o momento para ir até o banheiro, entrei rapidamente e lavei meu rosto.

— Mas que porra você está fazendo? — Indaguei a mim mesmo, várias vezes.

Eu amava a Aurora, eu a amava.

Ouvi uma movimentação na cozinha, devia ser a babá.

— Está Pronta? — Questionei arrumando a gola da camisa, sem nem olhar para cima.

Mas no instante que ela se virou eu quis morrer.

Eu fiquei paralisado ali, olhando a mulher a minha frente, minha boca se mexia, mas não saia nada.

Era a Aurora, ali bem na minha frente.

A babá!

Ela era a porra da babá!

— Aurora?! — Minha mente se recusava a acreditar. — Aurora o que faz aqui? — Como ela descobriu? Ela me seguiu? Ela contou tudo a Violeta? — Aurora, me responde. — Eu caminhei rapidamente até ela segurando em seu braço. — Como me achou?

— Achou?! Que porra você está fazendo aqui?! Eu não te achei, eu nem sabia que estaria aqui. Você é irmão da Violeta ou coisa assim? — Ela também parecia tão confusa.

— Querido?! — Violeta surgiu atrás de mim e eu quase gritei. — Aí está você, meu amor não esqueça de dar uma boa gorjeta, ok?

— Aurora!— Violeta gritou assim que a viu cair no chão. — Harry faça alguma coisa. — Eu estava paralisado. — Harry!

— Vamos tentar acordar ela.

Fui de encontro eu corpo pálido no chão, segurei sua cabeça em minha mão, tirei seus cabelos ruivos do rosto, acariciei seu rosto e a vi se mexer.

— Ei você está bem?

— Eu... Sim. — Ela tentava se levantar rápido.

— Tem certeza? Precisa de um médico? — Minha esposa acariciava os cabelos de aurora tão preocupada como eu.

— Eu estou bem, sempre acontece isso, minha pressão cai às vezes.- Aurora se levantou.

— Tem certeza? Você parece um pouco pálida. — Minha esposa tentou tocar nela novamente, mas Aurora pareceu esquivar-se.

— Sim, eu vou indo.

— Espere meu marido vai levá-la.

Porra não!

— Não precisa.

— Você acabou de desmaiar. — Violeta encheu um copo com água e a entregou. — Por favor querida, você foi tão boa para mim hoje o mínimo que posso fazer é isso, já que não quer ir ao médico, tem certeza que não quer sentar um pouco?

Aurora estava cuidando das minhas filhas enquanto eu quase trepei com minha mulher, isso não podia estar acontecendo.

— Eu estou bem, não se preocupe.

— H, ajude-a a chegar em casa, tá bem?

— Ok — Foi tudo o que eu consegui dizer.

Eu ajudei Aurora a entrar no carro, sabendo que tudo estava prestas a desmoronar.

Eu pensei que no instante que estivemos sozinhos ela iria gritar comigo, mas ela ficou quieta, um silêncio absoluto que me causava arrepios.

— Aurora. — Eu queria explicar tudo.

— Não. — Ela desviou o olhar.

— Aurora me deixe explicar.

— Eu não quero! E assim que estivermos longe o suficiente para que ela não veja o carro me deixe sair.

— Eu não posso deixar você sozinha essa hora na rua.

— Eu não posso ficar mais um minuto com você nesse carro.

— Aurora por favor.

— Já estamos longe, por favor me deixa sair?

— Não posso.

— Eu vou pular desse carro, me deixa sair. — Ela tentava abrir a porta do carro com força.

— Aurora, pare de ser estúpida, você vai se machucar.

— ME DEIXE SAIR AGORA!- Ela começou a gritar batendo em meu braço, e por um instante pensei que iria bater, única saída foi parar o carro.

— Aurora!- Gritei assim que a vi saindo correndo do carro. — Pelo amor de Deus espera por favor. — Fui rápido em ir atrás dela. — Aurora, por favor, eu só quero conversar.

— Não há o que falar. Não quero mais ver você.

— Me deixa explicar, eu sinto muito, eu não queria que descobrisse assim.

— Assim como? Na porra da sua casa?! Com a sua família! — Eu podia ver suas lágrimas caírem. — VOCÊ TEM UMA FAMÍLIA! UMA FAMÍLIA HARRY!

— Eu sei, sinto muito, mas é complicado.

— Complicado? É por isso que não respondia minhas mensagens? Eu disse que te amava, como você pôde fazer isso comigo!

— Me perdoe, por favor.

— Você tem sua família, precisa voltar para elas, eu não quero ver você nunca mais.

— Por favor. — Segurei em seu braço. — Aurora, você é importante para mim, me deixe levá-la, me deixe explicar tudo. — Aproximei- me acariciando seus cabelos. — Eu quero poder contar tudo para você.

— Devia ter feito isso antes. — Ela se afastou. — Adeus Harry.

Ela saiu correndo sem rumo, eu não sabia o que fazer, se corria atrás dela ou a deixava ir.

Essa noite, antes de ver Aurora na minha cozinha, eu até cogitei que talvez fosse melhor ficar com Violeta, não porque eu a amava tanto quanto eu amo Aurora, mas, porque era o certo a se fazer, era mais fácil tentar consertar algo que está quebrado do que admitir que aquilo não funciona mais, talvez eu sentisse que merece mais alguém como Violeta do que Aurora em minha vida, afinal Violeta era como eu, uma traidora tentando se redimir, mas Aurora, ela era pura, inocente e eu não deveria ter a metido no meio dessa bagunça que era meu mundo, mas eu fui egoísta demais para deixá-la ir antes que eu fodesse com tudo.

E agora tudo o que o meu coração mais gritava era para não deixá-la ir, eu não conseguiria aceitar a ideia de perder ela.

Eu não podia escolher ela.

Eu não deveria ir atrás dela.

Então como um covarde eu dei meia volta, entrei no meu carro.

Eu a deixei sozinha...

Eu a deixei chorando...

Eu a deixei com medo...

Eu voltei para casa...

— Tudo certo querido? — Violeta tinha aquele olhar de esperança assim que entrei casa. — Querido? — Eu passei por ela sem dizer nenhuma palavra. — Harry? — Eu subi as escadas. — Harry!? — Ela me seguiu e segurou meu braço. — O que foi? Aconteceu algo?

— Eu quero...

— O que você quer?

— Eu quero o divórcio.

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[the-man-in-the-suit-official]

A Flicker Of Hunger.

-Summary: Harry panics when the love isn’t as exciting as it used to be, an old friend makes his way to comfort you and something new blossoms.

A/N - UNEDITED. I grew frustrated with tumblr deleting this one. Rushed toward the end.

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Length: Long

TW: Throwing up, Emotional breakdowns, Drinking, Minor drug use (Weed)

Celebrities: Harry Styles, Niall Horan

Song(s) To Listen To: Flicker - Niall Horan. Hunger - Harry Styles.

It’s not that Harry didn’t love you. Just…not like before. He was young, and if he were extremely honest - very, very scared. He felt his youth would be escaping himself soon and then maybe he wouldn’t be able to make changes to the world like he so desperately wanted.

It all started out quite lovely, really. You had loved the X-Factor, following it religiously, and it just so happens that you were there on the day of that fateful grouping of the boys. That’s how you met the sea-green eyed prince.

You had bumped into him on your way in to get seated, colliding with his scrawny back, “God, I’m so sorry-“

He turned around slowly, eyes landing on you, making you freeze, even more so when he smiled, revealing his dimples, “‘S no worry at all. Ya alright?”

He spoke slowly, softly, eyes half-lidded as you nodded before he bit his lip, “Erm, could ya help me? I’m lookin’ for this place here.”

He brought down a map to your level, pointing to backstage, “Oh! You’re a performer?”

“Yeah, actually,” He chuckled, “I’m quite nervous.”

His accent was thick and lovely, making you smile, “I’ll help you…”

You waited for him to finish the sentence, “Harry,” He replied, “Styles.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Styles.”

With that, you navigated him toward the camera crew, dropping him off there, “This is it.”

“Thank you,” He nodded toward you, “I never caught your name?”

“Ah,” You smiled, admiring the pretty boy, “Meet me again and I’ll tell you, yeah?”

“Challenge accepted,” He finished, “I hope to see you soon.”

“We’ll see. I’ll be watching out for you,” Truthfully, you wanted his number but were far too shy, “Just remember me when you’re famous.”

A time passed and you found yourself there again, a ticket to sit in the front seat, ultimately upset when Harry was pulled from the competition. Of course, he impressed everyone without much work - he was handsome, could sing and dance, and had just the right soft personality for the next big star, but it seemed then that maybe he just wasn’t enough.

You stumbled out of the auditorium, one of the last people to leave, waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance. Waiting outside the men’s bathrooms, one after another, the five boys you had watched on stage stumbled out.

Harry nearly bumped into you, “Oh, ‘m so sorry!” He exclaimed, a blonde colliding into his back. You recognized him as Niall Horan, another contestant.

“It’s okay. You got me back for what I did last time,” You giggled softly at the taller boy, admiring his politeness.

“Mystery girl!” He exclaimed, a wide smile on his face, “I’ve been looking for you. You came.”

“Of course I did. I’m sorry about not making it through,” You sighed, “I thought you were great.”

“Ah, ‘s alright,” He continued as his friends chatted among themselves, “Did I do good enough to earn your name? Perhaps your number?”

You smiled, “I’d say so. (Y/N),” You mocked his initial introduction, “(L/N).”

“Nice to formally meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).”

With some embarrassing flirting that caused the boys to leave and ended with your number on his hand, he turned to you as he was leaving, “Expect a call tonight.”

And he was true to his word. From then on, every night, there was a call. Sometimes from random numbers you had saved since then - Liam, Louis, Niall, Zain (or as he preferred, Zayn). And there began your friendship. It wasn’t long before friendship and business intertwined with the group picking up on your talent for writing lyrics.

It felt like a dream, to say the least. You were invited to parties now - to public events, press meetings, studio sessions, even sleepovers. Of course, you wouldn’t be here, bawling your eyes out if everything stayed perfect.

As your father always said:

Nostalgia is a dirty liar.

It was the little things at first. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way he bounced his leg restlessly no matter where he was sitting, his oddly wide smile for someone so stoic, his love for cheesy romance movies, the way he always knew what to say, especially when he helped you through a rough break up.

Not long after did it take you to realize that there was something brewing, feeding the butterflies in your stomach that always came around when Harry was there.

So it hurt more when Harry began dating again, this time, a 31 year old. Someone more mature and full of experience. Someone who made you insecure.

On this particular night, he was out with her, and Niall had invited you over to spend time with his family who seemed to love you very much. The two of you sat in the cozy living room, watching as the fireplace tried desperately to warm the winter air. A cheesy horror movie happened to be on and Niall’s mop-headed dog sat comfortably between the two of you, resting his head on your lap and his tail on Niall’s.

Somehow, though, you couldn’t stop thinking about Harry.

“You should tell Hazza how you feel,” Niall suddenly said, noticing your distant demeanor, “I think you’d be surprised with the outcome.”

“What are you talking about?” You were quick to respond, prepared to defend yourself to death.

“(Y/N), lass, you can’t be serious,” He chuckled, shaking his head and turning to face you, his oversized Christmas sweater moving with him, “Everyone sees it.”

“Huh?” You faced him now, too, scared of what he was going to say.

“You threw up when you found out he was dating someone,” Niall said simply, a small smirk on his face as if to say ‘I got you there!’

“Whatever,” You groaned, knowing there was no way out of this, “Even so, what makes you think he’d feel the same way about me?”

Silence filled the room for a bit, excluding the crackling fire before he broke it abruptly, “I was going to ask you out.”

You turned red instantly, struggling to find the words.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” He cut you off, smiling, “We all wanted to.”

“Really?“ Bewilderment took you.

“Mhm,” The artificial blonde hummed, “But he refused. Was awfully protective of ya. Kept him up at night thinking about us askin’ you.”

You thought for a moment before he continued, “Anyway, you better get with him. We all made bets on it, MG.” He referenced your nickname - Mystery Girl, since Harry had refused to share your name with them for a while.

You blushed again, only this time out of embarrassment, “I hate you, Horan!”

Grabbing a couch pillow, you playfully smacked him with it, and before long it turned into a full-blown pillow fight.

Unsurprisingly, it took long before you ever did confess your feelings to Harry. It was long after he had released his debut album and had just won the hearts of so many girls and boys all over the world. The two of you were throwing a two-person party to celebrate its release and his growing from his latest ex who’s name you couldn’t even remember anymore.

The night had been spent in laughter, constant trips to the bathroom where you left the door open so you could puff and pass the joint and the bottle, and chatting about lives.

“Do you think that there’s a reason for all of this?” He slurred, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling.

“About what, Hazza?” You never let that nickname go.

“Like…life….like…” He sat up and faced you, leaning against his couch, copying your position, a little closer than he intended to be, “Like fo’ reasons…Like fo’ wearin’ mix-matched socks an’ everythin’.”

Both of you shit-faced and cross faded, you smiled at him doozily, a moment of silence filling the room. His eyes always swallowed you in, even when half-lidded and red.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” It came out smoothly, finally releasing tention you’d had for years.

Something washed over him too in that moment, like he’d been waiting his whole life to hear that from you and without much warning, the two of you crashed lips on each other, arms tangling into the other and the kiss growing more passionate with each waking minute.

That’s where it all started, really. Since then, you’d been dating for nearly two years and engaged for one, and at first things were wonderful - magnificent, even. Harry couldn’t keep himself off of you and vise versa. Every thought of his was about you, even while he was touring, even while girls threw bras and phones and even chicken nuggets at him to show their adoration.

But somewhere along the line, Harry noticed a halt. It was terrifying and the thought of being alone scared him. But he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. Your eyes slowly became less bright and beautiful, merging with everything else normal in his life.

It came to the point where the bed felt empty, even with you in it, and you had noticed this too. You were scared of the idea that your one and only Hazza would leave you, because truly, without him, what would you be? You’d lose everything - hope, your best friend, happiness, the house.

So you just went to bed facing his opposite direction, arms crossed tightly to your chest as he hogged the blanket.

‘Maybe he just bit off more than he could chew with me,’ You thought, staring at the blank wall in front of you, afraid of crying.

How did something so wonderful suddenly break apart?

Before, it was like your natural instinct was to love Harry, you didn’t even have to do anything and the two of you were all over each other. Now, though, he hadn’t even tried to touch you in weeks. Two weeks - 13 days to be exact, you’d counted.

You knew it was coming. But it felt different when it actually happened, especially when it was on his birthday.

“I don’t think this is what’s best for us,” He suddenly said over dinner, eating the pescatarian option you had made for him.

“What do you mean?” You gulped, hands suddenly sweaty.

“Do you feel the same about me like you did three years ago?” He avoided the question, looking at you in the eyes.

“Of course, H. I’ll always love you, I know that much,” Eyebrows furrowed in worry, “What’s wrong, Hazza?��

“I…” Harry darted his eyes toward the floor, “I don’t think I feel that way anymore.”

Your heart froze, making it delicate as ever, “I’m very proud of you for telling me. We’ll work through it, okay? How about couple’s thera-“

“I don’t think I want to try anymore, (Y/N),” Another sudden comment.

And suddenly all those years started to disappear.

“Harry, we’re engaged.”

He winced slightly, hating when you didn’t call him a nickname you’d given him, but composed himself soon after, “Were.”

You can feel the anxiety brewing and your stomach feels like a war zone, knowing you’ll vomit soon.

This can’t be real.

“I was thinking we could figure it out slowly,” He continues, keeping his calm demeanor, “You don’t have to leave now.”

Please don’t let it be real.

“You can leave whenever we figure it out and-“

“Why?” Was all you could muster, your throat itching with the pain of needles pricking at it.

Smoothly, he sighed, “I jus’ don’t feel in love anymore. I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

The singer tried his best to let you down easy, “You’re always gonna be my best friend first, (Y/N). I’ve known you since I was 16, but now I’m thinking that maybe…Maybe what we had was timed. It’s just not the same.”

A small nod, not being able to even speak anymore, you stuttered out, “I know. I’ve seen it and I just was so afraid of losing you - I…”

You took a deep breath in, “I need to use the restroom.”

He didn’t do much to stop you, only calling out to you before you slammed the door to the bathroom shut and spilled the dinner you were having into the toilet, hot tears and snot running down your face.

You hated yourself for letting it get this far. For even thinking that you had a chance with Harry.

The door creaked open to reveal your now ex-lover, worried with his brows furrowed, “Let me-“

He reached for your hair to pull it out of the way, but you scooted away. You didn’t want him to touch you - you were scared you’d fall more in love than you already were.

“Please,” he begged, “Let me just do this once.”

You could never say no to those eyes. Scooting back, you felt his hands in your hair, his other soothing your back. It would have been endearing, really, but it only made you throw up more, thinking if the life you’d be leaving behind - the life that he was erasing.

You insisted you leave that night, taking a suitcase and essentials.

“(Y/N). Stay,” It was almost a beg, but you shook your head, “Where will you even stay if not here?”

“I’ll find somewhere. I just…I don’t want to be here right now,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

With some convincing, Harry let you go. He placed his hands on your arms tightly, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah,” You replied, looking to the floor, “See you soon.”

And that was the first day of you downfall.

The media caught on soon after, about three weeks after, bombarding you on social media with all kinds of questions.

You sat in your temporary apartment, taking a swig of some liquor you couldn’t even remember the name of before a familiar name popped up on your screen.

NIALLER: (Y/N), holy shit, are you okay?

Truthfully, it had been so long since you’d spoken to someone who was practically a stranger but used to be one of your best friends.

Soon after, he called you and you answered reluctantly, “Hello?” He asked, his voice suddenly bringing you to tears.

“(Y/N)? MG, are you alright?” You sobbed louder, sniffing and slurring your next words.

“Mmm alright, Ny.”

“You’re drunk, aren’t ya?” He sighed, ultimately feeling like he was the one that got you into this mess, “Send me your address. I’m comin’ over.”

“No, no,” You groan, rolling over on your stomach, “Niall, please, I’m fine.”

“(Y/N),” He started again, causing you to protest for a good five minutes before he sighed.

“(Y/N)-“ He began, never really getting to finish what he said.

“Niall, if everyone sees us, what if they make assumptions and I’m just slandered again and I’m really fine I couldn’t care less and-“

“Let me drink with you,” You stopped in your tracks at his offer, “I’ll bring pizza over, yeah?”

The promise of pizza made you cave, and you gave him your address in a heartbeat.

“I’ll be there in 30. Hang in there,” The phone hung up after, leaving you staring at the wall for five more minutes before your blood ran cold.

Fuck.

Niall would be there in 25.

You ran all over the house, petrified, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Throwing some dirty clothes in your laundry room, locking it, you looked everything down before hopping into the shower.

The shower couldn’t have been long, but the bell rang just as you hopped out. Panic set in your bones, “Be there in a minute, Ny!”

You slipped on an oversized sweater, one that actually did belong to Harry and placed some shorts under it, rushing to the door.

With beer and pizza in his hand, he smiled worriedly and more so when you sobbed, hugging him tightly while he did his best to with things in his hands.

“I missed you so much,” By now, it was an ugly cry, missing the warmth of a friend.

You’d isolated yourself this entire time and everyone gave you space which was great, but you craved warmth and love. Taking his sent in, you sighed and wiped your nose with the long sweater.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for agreeing at pizza,” He teased and finally stepped in, “I’m sorry about everything, darlin’.”

“Ah, it’s whatever,” You led him to the couch where he placed the pizza box on the coffee table.

“It’s not. I hate him for that,” Running a hand through his hair, he smiled at you, “We’ll forget about it just for tonight, okay?”

You nodded, biting your lip to hold your tears in.

The topic of Harry came up a couple of times, especially with the more beers you drank, but it never hurt your mind now. Niall didn’t smoke at all, but wasn’t opposed when you pulled out a bedazzled dab pen and hit it a few times.

He was always a heavyweight, and you weren’t at all surprised when you were off your ass and he just laughed at you.

The night consisted of dancing to old music you hadn’t heard in forever, weird food combinations, trying to outdo each other at gymnastics, and even making fun of Harry.

The playlist had just changed from Usher, causing your dancing to stop as a slow song began to play. As if on instinct, the two of you pulled each other close and danced.

Sighing heavily after your last giggle, you leaned on his dress shirt, his scent making you at peace as you swayed to the music, “Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N).”

You don’t expect much when you look up at the Irish man, but upon your eyes meeting, your heart flutters a bit. You assume it’s the alcohol and shake your head internally. His eyes are just as fixed on you as yours are on him.

“(Y/N)…” He breathes, the name rolling off his tongue like it was the only thing it was made to do.

A best passes, and you partially prepare yourself for his lips to land on yours, but he closed his eyes and smiles to himself before looking back at you, “It’s late. Y’should sleep, darlin’.”

You protest but it ends in a yawn, making him smirk at you in the same way he did way back then.

“Let’s go, sleepyhead, I got cha,” Niall wraps his arms around your waist, supporting you.

He helped you sink into the bed, putting a bucket beside it for the morning before grabbing his keys and pulling the covers over you.

The clock read 2:48 AM and while you knew Niall wasn’t very drunk, you but your lip and asked, “Please don’t leave.”

It was more of a beg, but it didn’t matter anyway. He nodded, “Sure, (Y/N).”

Your eyes are even more half lidded, snuggled under the blankets before realizing something. Without much thought, you slip your sweater off, revealing your black bra underneath, making Niall snap his body in the opposite direction.

You giggled, a mix of THC and alcohol in your veins, “It’s okay, Ny. I trust you. Here.”

He turned slowly, his eyes avoiding your chest, “What’ll you wear?”

Your eyes scan the dresser before they lead up his chest and you notice his collarbone sticking out, “Can I…wear that?”

He takes it from your hand with a nod, “Of course.”

It’s a soft, dark brown dress shirt that somehow feels like the most comfortable thing in the world. Niall faced away from you and unbuttoned his shirt slowly, revealing his bare back to you. You can’t help but stare at his shoulder blades, the dip in his back or the small freckles on his pale skin.

With his eyes closed, he handed you the shirt and pulled on the sweater, sliding out of his pants into his boxers, “Tell me when ya ready.”

You took off your bra and shoved it under the bed, placing the long shirt on you and buttoning it up until five down from the collar, revealing a bit of your chest. You didn’t care, though, you were far too lazy.

“Ready.”

For a moment, it seemed as if Niall froze too, eyes fixated on your skin under his shirt, innocently giant on your small form.

You had a way of making him blush.

He did his best to hide it, sliding into bed with you and putting pillows in between you to divide the bed, something you’d done as teens, too.

“Thank you, Ny.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N),” Silence filled the air for a minute, “(Y/N)?”

But you had already fallen asleep.

The next morning, you awoke with your head elevating slowly before coming back down, fingers in your hair. You felt at home there, on his chest as he snored happily.

Your head hurt terribly, but you’d grown used to it these couple of days. Not wanting to wake Niall, you slithered out of his arms and made you way toward the kitchen. Your arm had almost reached for the ice coffee, but there was a whole jug of orange juice with a stick note on it.

(Y/N). Orange juice is best for a hangover. Trust me, I know.

;) Nialler

You smiled softly to yourself and poured yourself a cup, drinking it slowly before going out to get your mail. There wasn’t anything important, but it was a simple task, and the only thing that you could still muster to do.

“MG, awake already?” Niall’s voice rang through the house, setting foot in the kitchen afterward.

You giggled, “It’s 2PM, Niall.”

With a chuckle, he stretched, “Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Mhm, actually. I think I needed that.” Putting the paper aside, you turn to him, “We need to catch up. When are you free?”

He tilted his head to the side, pondering his schedule before he smiled again, something you noticed he did often, “For you, whenever.”

His phone rang shortly after, cueing his time to leave.

“That’s my manager. He wants me to check out this new studio, though I’m supposed to be visiting my cousins here,” He rolled his eyes, shaking his head, “I’ll catch up with you, okay? I’ll text ya.”

“Ny, don’t you want your shirt back?” You asked quietly, not really wanting to give it back.

“It’s yours,” He took a step toward you, “Looks better on ya than me.”

Softly, he placed a kiss on your cheek and exited. You could have sworn you’d never felt anything so soft.

You were in the shower when the media first started to suspect it. Your friend Lila texted you an image of an article with the message, “(Y/N), I think you’ve broke the internet.” There, in big bold letters:

HARRY/(Y/N) SPLIT UPDATE: (Y/N) Seen In Mystery Man’s Shirt

As luck would have it, a few days later you’d see an article talking about Harry’s sweater Niall was seen wearing out that same day.

Well…

It wasn’t long until he was coming over nightly. Weekly meetings turned into daily, turned into overnight meetings.

Truthfully, there’d always been a spark there. Despite the curly-haired man dumping you a month prior, the moment you rekindled with Niall, you noticed something - a rare spark in the rain.

Each meeting ended in his kissing you on the cheek and finally waving goodbye.

It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were head over heels for this man. You remembered that exact moment. Around a year had passed since the breakup and it only hurt occasionally, especially when the press pestered you or you saw news about Harry.

Niall had invited you to a show he was doing near your apartment, offering up a front row seat and dinner at his hotel after.

Using it as an excuse to doll yourself up, you agreed and slipped on your favorite outfit before being escorted and driven by someone of Niall’s staff.

He was a tall man, kind of scary, if you were honest, but he was sweet and apparently a family man, going on and on about his husband and son.

By the time the concert came around, you’d already taken several pictures with fans, though many actually seemed to be in favor of you attending the concert, one even ranting about something that sounded an awful lot like the mixing of your name.

When you asked about it, she pulled up multiple accounts on Instagram, all dedicated to your history and pass times with Niall. You blushed, insisting that the two of you were just really good friends, knowing that they were the last people you’d probably want to know.

Screams erupted when the music for Flicker started, a song you’d always been fond of. It made Niall giggle sheepishly before thanking the crowd.

“Actually,” His voice echoed through the venue, “This song means a lot to me. Tonight I’m performing it for someone special.”

Screams came once more, and the girl who had showed you the accounts squealed, insisting that the song was in fact for you.

She eventually left you alone when another girl began talking to her and pulled her away from you (thankfully).

It was a soft and gentle song. As he kept singing, your skin produced goosebumps, the crowd swaying with his emotion. His eyes closed, his voice fondled every word carefully, you watched in awe.

Your mouth stood slightly agape, heart fluttering when his eyes opened and he looked directly at you. A gentle stare, full of longing and love. Of a history.

You knew the next line and mouthed it carefully, “Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me that I wanna keep…Please don’t leave, please don’t leave.”

He closed his baby blues again, a soft smile on his face, obviously proud of him as he felt all the butterflies in his stomach find their way out of his body.

You’d slipped backstage after the show, finding Niall with ease and wiping sweat off his forehead.

“Niall!” You exclaimed, “That was wonderful!”

Running toward him, he wrapped his arms around you and spun you around, “I’m so glad ya liked it, darlin’.”

“I loved it!” You stared up at him with doe eyes, “And, um…Thank you for that song.”

You kissed his cheek subtly, causing him to turn red, though if you asked him about it, he’d say it was just hot and he had preformed for a little over two hours.

He bit his lip, obviously holding something back before his look softened, “Of course.”

You’d learn soon after what he meant to say, at dinner he had spoken, making you freeze in place.

“Flicker was written about you,” He suddenly said, reminding you of his habit of speaking abruptly.

You took your eyes from the view on the tall building and looked at him, “Huh?”

It was almost breathless, watching his baby blues avoid you, “It was written about you.“

Your heart melts itself right into your hand right at that moment, feeling the urge to go and just hold him.

“I want to be with you, (Y/N). Always have.”

Emotions run through you like things you’ve never felt before. You’re scared, excited, happy, sad, angry at the fact that you’ve been missing out on someone who was so sweet, who smelt of rain and sandalwood and the musk of someone so kind to the Earth.

Your lips finally manage to push out, “It’s like I’ve been waiting to hear that my whole life.”

Niall cupped your face, bringing it closer to him, not struggling against the small table. When your lips finally meet, it’s not anything like before at all. This kiss is different.

It’s not exciting in a way that makes you feel sick. It’s comfortable and kind and reassuring and safe.

Outside the huge window to the left of you, in the rain there’s a flash. Paparazzi.

“Oops.” Niall chuckles, pulling apart before turning his attention toward you again, resting his forehead on yours.

You met Harry again during an after party. He stood against the wall next to the bar of the venue, chewing on his lip. You hadn’t seen him at first, but then you locked eyes.

Trying to avoid him, you turned, only to feel his hand on your shoulder, “(Y/N)…Wait…”

You faced him with a fake smile, “Hey, H.”

He smiled back, feeling his tension release itself, “How have you been?”

“Great, really,” Taking a sip of your drink, you continued, “Finally learned how to drive.”

You lied, wanting him to think you were better off without him.

“Oh,” He glanced over at Niall who was talking to two guys, “So…him?”

You nodded, “Yup. That’s my boyfriend.”

Rocking on the heels of your feet, you looked down, “Camille seems nice, too.”

He shook his head, getting straight to the point, “I miss you.”

You but your lip, “Harry, that’s a lie…I know that. You told me yourself.”

He held your hand, placing it over his heart, “I mean this, love. I’ve been so empty without you.”

Your cheeks flushed red before you snapped out of it, “Harry, you have a girlfriend. Please…I can’t do this…Not to Niall or Camille or even myself. I’ve spent so much time crying over you.”

He felt pressure on his temples.

How often did you cry yourself to sleep because of him?

You made a hasty exit, joining your boyfriend, his arms wrapping around you as you snuggled into them, glancing at Harry every once in a while.

Harry found out later through magazines that you still didn’t know how to drive. Niall drove you everywhere and you were alright with it. Under any circumstance, he’d think it was cute, but now his veins went icy, knowing you’d lied.

When you realized it was love, it was different.

You were in a private booth, supporting your boyfriend of now a year when he called a fan out during Slow Hands.

The fan was carried up the stage, being revealed as a young girl, maybe around eight. She whispered into Niall’s ear, rocking shyly before he smiled down at her and mouthed, “We’ll do it together.”

With their hands connected, he danced gently with the kid, letting her finish verses here and there, goofy smiles on each of their faces.

You could have swore your heart stopped then, watching as he handed her back to her mom and made sure she was okay.

When he got off of the stage that time, you awaited in his dressing room, locking the unsuspecting Niall in with you before he noticed.

“So you’ve been here,” He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt a bit to let himself cool off.

Slyly, you made your way toward him without a word, tracing his collarbones with your nails, “I love you.”

It was the first time you’d said it, afraid of an attachment bringing you down, but you’d replied with ‘Me too’s and ‘I want to spend the rest of my life with you’s.

He froze simply, always being over affectionate, though it was something you loved.

“I love you.”

You kissed him passionately, your tongue dancing with his, backing him up into a counter.

Needing breath, you pulled away and replied, “I think we should have kids.”

A smile found its way to his lips before he hoisted you on the counter of the vanity, kissing you passionately with one goal in mind - to start a family.

Your shirt had found it’s way to the floor, your hands fixed on unbuttoning your boyfriend’s shirt before the door creaked open and something fell to the floor. Jumping up and pulling Niall toward you in an attempt to cover yourself, you squeaked. Niall giggled giddily, drunk on you before he noticed your pupils shrink, your body run cold, eyes fixated on the person behind him.

Harry. It was Harry.

Niall moved quicker than you’d ever seen him, wrapping you in a blanket you’d brought there earlier, turning back to his old friend.

“Erm, maybe I should just go…” Harry glanced down at the flowers he’d dropped, “I just came to congratulate you…You know…for your new album coming soon, and all.”

“No, no,” Niall smiled softly at his friend, “Look, just give (Y/N) a second here, alright? Let’s go outside.”

“Right. Sorry, MG.”

And with a kiss on your forehead, Niall was gone.

Niall had never seen Harry so distraught. As soon as the door closed, Harry’s eyes became red and watery.

“Ah…” Niall sighed, crossing his arms, knowing what was coming, “You didn’t come here for me, hm?”

With guilt, Harry’s head shook, “I…”

“I still love her.”

His voice quivered and he struggled to compose himself.

“Harry…” Niall was sympathetic, eyebrows dipped in worry, “You broke up with her, mate.”

“I was stupid, I know. I was just- I wasn’t used to not having that hunger that we had when we started, it scared me, I thought that I was wasting youth and, and-“

Running a hand through his hair, the shorter tapped his foot, “Jeez, Haz…”

“You know that’s normal, right? It just means you’ve never loved anyone before her. Love comes in phases. Honeymoon, or in this case, ‘hunger,’ is first, it lasts for a while. It’s when you can’t stop thinking about this person. Everything comes back to them. But it doesn’t last.”

Harry listened intently, biting his nails, “Then comes the Settling Down stage. You begin to notice small things that irk you, differences you hadn’t noticed. It scares you. After that is the Disappointment phase. The differences seem bigger than they are. You get scared. Maybe it doesn’t feel like love, but it is just as much as the hunger. That’s where you gave up, Harry.”

Fiddling with his rings, Harry avoided eye contact as if it were a disease, “If you’d continued, you would have seen that it is love. You’d accept it and it would feel normal. That’s the Comfortable stage. The Unconditional Love stage is last. That’s when you know what you’re in for. That’s when you last forever, mate.”

“Seems like you’re going through them all alone.”

Harry bit his lip, “Please.”

“Huh?” Niall puzzled.

“Please let me have another chance, Niall. I know it’s selfish but…I need her.”

Closing his eyes, the older of the two sighed a long breath, whispering so (Y/N) wouldn’t hear, “Harry…I’m proposing to her tomorrow. She just told me she wants us to have kids.”

He didn’t feel the tears run down his face until they dropped down to his hands. He made the biggest mistake of his life.

“Look, Harry, I have to go, but keep in touch, okay? And try to make things right with (N/N). She doesn’t deserve this.”

Swiftly, he left, leaving Harry to himself.

Niall found you soon after, sitting in the couch and scrolling through your phone aimlessly, trying to get your ex out of your mind. In his arms, you forgot everything.

You’d find yourself pregnant in the upcoming months, the pregnancy going over well before it happened.

You sat in bed, caressing your overgrown belly, carrying the six month old fetus, as your phone beeped.

LILA: (Y/N). Look at this.

Attached was a link, a throwaway YouTube account, and there, in big, bold letters.

Leaked Harry Styles Song - Hunger

You couldn’t help but listen to it, finding your eyes swell with tears.

Niall was gone for the time being, doing interviews, leaving you alone. Wallowing in the past.

“I lost my taste for the good in us,” His voice was so raw, painful, noting everything from the hunger to the lying.

And he was sorry.

You sniffed, beginning to sob wildly. The mix of unbalanced hormones made the nostalgia hit harder, and for just a moment, you thought, ‘What if he means it? What if everything turns out okay and you can be just like before?’

Blindly, you dialed his number without much thinking, knowing that by now, he’d have found out of the leak of the personal song. You could tell that it was never meant to be shared, and yet, through tears, you wanted to let him know how much it meant.

“Hello?” He answered, his voice hopeful and it sounded like he’d been crying, too.

But all you could do was press the red button to hang up, anxiety getting the best of you.

Just what were you supposed to do now?

You cried into your hands, not knowing what was right anymore.

On one hand, you had an amazing fiancé, a baby, and an upcoming wedding. A picture-perfect life.

But on the other, the prince of your dreams was there, ready to sweep you away, countless adventures under his belt, ready to show you everything, the risky sides, the passion.

Had you made a mistake?

No, Harry had.

Or maybe, if you love something and set it free, only to have it come back, then maybe it was meant to be?

“Fuck,” You hiccuped, remembering the lyrics as you rested your head against the headboard, eyes closed, “Fuck.”

Maybe now, you thought, just a flicker of hunger for that life remained in your heart.

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[erodatours]

Daisies

Word count: 412

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I am welcomed by a lovely aroma as I make my way into the shop, countless rows of flowers surrounding me as I walk to the back.  

I scan the shelves looking for her favorite.  

Daisies

Daisies were always her favorite, no matter how many times I got them for her.

Plucking a bouquet of the shelf I walk back to the front of the store and to the checkout desk, looking behind the counter I see a woman looking up me with wide eyes. She greets me with a kind “Hello” as I set the flowers in front of her.

“Hello” I say back to her. As she scans my things, I see her peer up at me before looking away quickly. I hand her my card furrowing my eyebrows when she touches my hand retrieving it. She swipes it, handing it back to me and again, touching my hand.  

“Daisies are my favorite.” She says admiring the flowers in her hands, not handing them back to me. I give her a fake smile reaching my hand out to take them, but she pulls her hand back before I’m able to, making me uncomfortable.  

“I’m Paige,” she says looking back up at me, waiting for my response. “Harry” I tell her giving her a fake smile.  

“My shift ends in 20 minutes, how about we-” I cut her off before she could finish talking. “I have a girlfriend.” I say proudly watching as the smile drops from her face. She quickly hands me my flowers and goes back to her usual work. I smile knowing she would be proud of me.  

I walk back to my car, getting in I place the flowers in the passenger seat before making my way to her.  

When I park the car, I gently grab her flowers while getting out and locking it. As I pass through the gate, I can’t stop the tears from coming to my eyes remembering all the times I bought her these flowers.

Our anniversary

Her birthday

Valentine's Day

Christmas

I got them for her on every occasion, big or small. I was another way for me to show my love to her.  

Walking through the rows of stones, I stop in front of the one with her name on it.

In loving memory of Riley Stevens  

Girlfriend, Daughter, and Friend

8/23/1995-2/1/2020

“Hi baby” I stutter out as the tears stream down my face.  

“Happy birthday, I brought your favorite.”

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[yeahimwiththeband]

i love teaching you to dance so you can dance with other men

summary: at madison square gardens in new york, mc izzy is invited to go on tour with the lead guitarist of Harry’s opening act (an oc named george). izzy, 23, had been to a few shows with her cousin lydia before this and just thought it was a short weekend break from her dull life working in her parents’ store. she has to learn to dance for a gala her new boyfriend is taking her to the next day. 

a/n: harry styles love on tour au. an edited snippet from the longer story, with the band. 

warnings: angst, anxiety, people pleasing behavior, bad dancing. 

Izzy headed toward the concert hall, now empty. The last of the audience had left and the floor of the pit littered with confetti. The arena was darker than it usually was, just the spotlight on.

She had gone to two shows, more than she had expected, as her cousin Lydia’s “social media assistant.” Lydia would be working on the rest of the tour, and Izzy’s entire body was buzzing with the idea that she’d join them too. Months away from home, with the band. Izzy had never been on a plane, and now she could fly all over the world—and with George, her first real boyfriend. Her hands were shaking, she was so anxious and happy.

Lydia was in the nosebleeds, feet resting on the railing of the balcony, arms out on the chairs on either side of her, breathing in the space. It actually looked bigger empty and with the lights off; Izzy was awestruck.

Izzy climbed her way up to Lydia, amazed at the sight of the empty hall from up there.

Izzy’s hair had fallen down during the concert and as she leaned over the railing, it dangled with her. Lydia snapped a picture.

“You look like Rapunzel. Or something like, out of Shakespeare.” Their voices echoed in the vast space.

“You mean Romeo and Juliet,” Izzy said. She hadn’t totally forgotten her minor in English.

Izzy puffed her chest out like a goofball and strutted the aisle, speaking out to the empty hall: “My only love, sprung from my only hate.”

“That I must love a loathed enemy…” a voice said from below.

That voice.

Izzy smiled. She couldn’t help it.

“Speak again, bright angel!” Harry laughed, coming out from under the balcony. “Oh, it’s just you, Izzy,” he said, mock disappointment in his tone. Lydia giggled and rushed downstairs.

Izzy leaned over and smiled at Harry. Lydia picked up a flower a fan had tossed onto the stage.

Harry wore his outfit from the last song of the night, blue slacks and a glimmering tan shirt, now open to his waist. Tattooed wings peeked out on either side of his chest.

“My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words of your uttering, yet I know the sound,” said Izzy.

“I’m too bold; ’tis not to me she speaks,” Harry replied.

“I have no joy of this contact tonight. It’s too rash, too sudden!”

“That’s not how that goes!” Harry laughed. “Will you leave me so unsatisfied?”

“That’s not how that goes either!” They were both laughing now. Izzy followed Lydia down to the pit, calling after Harry, “what satisfaction can you have tonight?”

Lydia spun around the pit, kicking up the confetti on the floor. It floated around them like snow.

“A dance,” Harry said, holding out his hand and bowing like they were in a play. “Would you dance with me?”

“That’s more Jane Austen than Shakespeare,” Izzy said.

“Summertime sadness! Play summertime sadness!” Lydia cried. “They’re still in the booth,” she added, pointing above the balcony.

“He was just kidding,” Izzy said. Harry dropped his hand.

The chords of the opening came on. The song sounded like summer, lush and warm.

“Dance with him,” commanded Lydia. “I must be entertained. I want dancing, you’ve already done theatre.”

Harry held out his hand again and Izzy placed hers in his.

“I don’t really know how to dance like this,” she said.

Harry lifted her other hand and put it on his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt. 

“Just follow my feet.” He stepped back and Izzy stepped forward, then to the side, then back to the front, where she stepped on his toes.

“S’alright,” he said. He put his arm around her waist. He was a few inches taller than her.

“Maybe I should practice with Lydia,” Izzy said. “We’re family. She won’t mind if I step all over her.”

“Not a chance,” Lydia called from the stage. She was propped up on her elbows, watching them, grinning.

They repeated the steps again, then Harry put his hand around her waist. Izzy was surprised she hadn’t broken both his feet by now, but the song was beautiful and easy to dance to. She felt totally calm. Harry pulled her closer and they danced the simple box step to start. Harry’s touch was different than George’s: it was deeper, firmer.

Izzy grew more confident in her steps and they floated around the pit, Harry leading her around the barricades in front of the stage and back around the first row of seats. Izzy managed to lift her eyes from the floor to see Harry’s kind smile; he was watching her while she was carefully watching her feet. Harry spun her and dipped her and she laughed as Lydia watched.

The song faded out, the last notes echoing in the hall. They danced until there was no more music, slowing down when there was only total silence left. Lydia clapped loudly and shouted her praise for their performance, asking for another one.

“Thanks,” Izzy stammered. “George is taking me to a charity thing tomorrow, and there’s dancing, apparently.” Harry stepped away from her.

“George is good at finding opportunities to get more press. I’m sure you’ll get lots of good photos.”

“I’m going as his date,” Izzy said. Harry dropped her hand.

“His date,” Harry said. “That was fast. You didn’t seem like George’s type.” Izzy felt devastated by the matter-of-fact tone of his voice. She felt her anger rising.

“You don’t know me,” Izzy shot back. This was true: she didn’t even know herself. Izzy was mad at Harry and had no problem speaking her mind because she didn’t care what he thought. And it felt so good to be honest and let it all out.

“Play Bel Air! Let’s do another one!” Lydia yelled from the stage. But no new music came on.

“Know you a little, I think,” said Harry, a little softer.

“I hope so,” Izzy said, calming down a bit. “I’m staying on the tour for the next few months. Now that Ryan got George to open for you for all the US shows, I can stay.”

“But you’re not a real content creator.”

“I know. I’m staying with George, as his girlfriend.”

Harry took a step closer to her. “Izzy, George is an asshole.”

“What is it with you two? He’s a real artist, you know,” Izzy protested. Harry scoffed. “Is it that you really can’t handle another guy in the spotlight?”

“You don’t belong here.” Harry said. “This isn’t you.”

“It could be.” You don’t belong here ricocheted around her mind like a thrown knife, cutting down this new image Izzy had of herself as this cool girlfriend with a cool job with the band.

“You’d be safer at home. I think you should go home.” The arrogance.

“Maybe I don’t want to be safe,” Izzy said.

“That’s too bad,” Harry said.

Izzy felt a sudden swell of determination to stay on the tour. She thought about what waited for her at home and shivered. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. You don’t belong here landed on her like a slap in the face. Her skin prickled with anger—it was different than the shame she usually felt.

“I’m staying.”

Just then, the lights flickered on in the arena and they were drowned in bright fluorescents. Lydia sat up, pressing her hands into her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” she added, in spite of herself. She meant it, but she hated herself for saying it. Harry was being unreasonable, not her.

“It’s okay,” he said. “I love teaching you to dance so you can dance with other men.”

...

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[alonetimelover]

A fluffy little number 10 (5 words) for the blurb night🥺

"I miss you every day."

pairing: Harry Styles x popstar!reader

summary: YN is away and Harry is back home with their two kids - Judie and Teddy. When the name 'mama' is mentioned they just need to call her.

word count: 1k

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popsatr!reader

“Judie. Please, put your brother down,” Harry said to his older child, seeing how Jude was lifting Teddy up and moving him somewhere else.

“But daddy. But daddy,” Jude repeated, fixing the laughing Teddy in his arms. “Teddy was falling on his bum! I don’t want him to fall.” 

Jude had a sad look on his face. From the moment Theodore, or Teddy like everybody called him, was born, Jude was very protective of him and his mother. Harry couldn’t get close to YN without Jude’s consent (that was based on asking his mum if she wanted him to let his dad through). But with days and weeks passing by, Jude learned that no one close to him wanted to harm his brother or mother. It didn’t change how his protectiveness stayed with him one year in the future though.

“Oh, I understand, Judie.” Harry kneeled in front of his children, being eye-to-eye with Jude. “But, Teddy is learning how to walk. You need to let him learn so he can run around the garden with you.” 

“But when you run you can fall and, and hurt your knee, or hands, or, or head. I did! Remember when I, when I fall long long time ago? I have an owie now.”

Judie forgot that he was holding Teddy and wanted to show his father the scar that formed on his left knee from two years ago. It was a bad fall that stopped Harry’s heart when he witnessed it. 

“Be careful,” Harry said, putting his hands around Teddy to hold him up.

“Oopsie. I’m sorry, little brother,” Judie whispered. “Can I kiss your cheek?”

“I think that Teddy would really love it if you did,” Harry encouraged, turning Teddy towards Jude. 

“But he didn’t say yes. You daddy and mummy say people have to wait for a, what was it called, daddy?”

“A green light.”

“Yes! Green light! And Teddy don’t have one.”

“I’m very happy that you remembered our conversation, Judie. Good job!” Harry smiled, feeling proud of his son. “We also talked about the fact that Teddy can’t speak yet.”

“He can! You are so silly, daddy!”

“Am I?” Harry laughed, tickling Judie with the right arm, the left one leaving secure around Teddy.

“Stop, daddy! Tickles, tickles!” Judie broke into laughter. “Teddy say ‘mama’!” 

Judie sat in front of his younger brother, unruly locks covering his eyes. He waited patiently for Theodore to stop picking on his father’s beard. Harry grasped gently Teddy’s hand that was yanking his facial hair, kissing it a few times. 

“Say mama, little guy.”

Thedore’s eyes lit up at the name of his favourite person. From the moment he was born, he was just like a magnet, wanting to be as close as possible to his mum. When he started crawling, he’d followed her everywhere. And his first word was ‘dada’, ironically. The last few days, when YN wasn’t at home, were hard on the two boys, but Harry was the best father they could have asked for. 

“Mama!” 

“Yay!” Jude stood up and started jumping up and down. He did his ‘happy dance’, wiggling his body from left to right, making Teddy clap his hands in amusement. 

“Do you want to call mama, boys?”

The scream coming from Jude’s throat was enough confirmation. He sprinted to the couch, sitting comfortably between two pillows - like always when they were calling YN. 

“Daddy, daddy! Can I hold Taddy?”

“Yes, you can. But remember to be very gentle and secure, yeah?”

“Yes!” 

Teddy was sitten in his older brother’s arms, looking up at him and giving him his sweet, toothy smile. Harry at the same moment was trying to FaceTime YN on his phone. 

“Hello?” 

“Mama! Hi!” Judie greeted his mum, smiling from ear to ear. 

“Hello, my big boy! And hello, you little guy,” YN said to her kids. “How are you guys?”

“Mama, mama I safe Judie today!”

“Oh, did you? What happened?”

“He fall on his bum!”

“Did he? Was he trying to get up from the ground?”

“Yes! How do you know?” Jude asked with big eyes, in shock.

“Teddy is learning how to walk, baby. He wants to be able to walk and run and play with you.”

“That’s what dad said. You are really smart, daddy.”

“Oh, thank you, Judie.” Harry smiled at his son, kissing his head. “Am I smart because I said what mum did?”

“Yes! She is super smart. But I love you both. Super much.” 

Judie was nodding his head, agreeing with himself that his parents were really the best. 

“We love you too, Judie.” 

Then the comfortable silence took over their call. Judie played with Teddy’s fingers when he tried to bite them and get relief from his achy gums. Harry was admiring his wife, counting hours till she would be back home with him and their kids. 

“I miss you, mummy.” Jude said sadly, tears in his eyes. 

Harry immediately scooted over to him and embraced him tightly. 

“Judie, I miss you everyday, every hour and minute. I need to stay with granny for a little more time and then I am coming back to you.”

“Tomorrow?”

“No, baby. Not tomorrow, but soon. I will call daddy when. Okay?”

“It’s taking so long,” Judie complained. “Can you hurry up?”

“I’ll try. But hey, did you finish that cosmo project granda bought you?”

Jude’s eyes widened. He forgot. 

“Daddy, hold Teddy. I need to work!” 

And just like that Jude was off the living room and on his way to the bedroom when the lay-out of the solar system was waiting for him to finish. Harry placed his youngest in his arms and took the phone in his hand. 

“Hi, love.”

“Hi, baby. How are you holding up?”

“Great. Mum was here today to help me meal-prep for the week. We cleaned all over the house while Jude and Teddy were having their naps. Ate dinner and soon is the time for the baths and making them go to sleep.” 

“You’re doing great, Harry.” 

Harry smiled at the screen, winking at YN. “I miss you.”

“I miss you, too. I should be back in four days and then I am all yours.”

“I like the sound of that.”

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[thebearer]

just thinking about carmy x shy reader who used to have the biggest crush on him when they went to school!! and carmy thought she liked mikey !

oh my god i can totally see him and now i can only think of two ghosts by harry styles ahhhh. little fluff blurb ahead for the soul <3

they go to prom together, their senior year just as friends. carmy bc donna is making him, and you... bc carmy asked you out lol. mikey set the whole thing up, he knew how much you likes carm. you were always coming over and following carmen around like a lost puppy. mikey felt bad for you, sorta, felt bad that you were so hopelessly in love with his oblivious younger brother.

carmen moved to new york and you stayed in chicago, only to reconnect years later at none other than mikey's funeral. carmen looked bad, sad and distant, but there was a glimmer of his old self when he talked to you. familiar. good.

it was a challenge, pushing yourself into the life of carmen berzatto again. two old friends catching up over coffee, first. then going to a ghost tour, because mikey used to swear it was the most entertaining shit (swore he'd see uncle jimmy on there eventually too lol). you'd help him at the beef when he'd call, helplessly needing assistance fixing some odd appliance. he'd make you greasy italian sandwiches and you'd spilt them sitting at the sticky booths, reminiscing.

it wasn't until weeks later, when things started to take a turn for the best. when carmen realized that "oh shit she's like into me into me???" he'd kissed you that night, in your apartment living room. it was rushed and a little sloppy. he'd blushed so hard after that, stammering and nervous in the low light of the room. you'd only grinned, pulling him back in.

"i- fuck- i didn't want to-to come across like that. i just... i'm sorry. i don't know why i... it felt- i don't know, i'm sorry." carmen is a stuttering mess, feeling his heart rate rise and like he might throw up at any given second.

"why are you sorry? i liked it, carmy, c'mon." you just give him a sideways, lopsided grin.

"what? are you- are you fuckin' with me right now? don't... you liked it?"

"of course i liked it. sophomore me is shitting herself right now."

"in a good way?"

you laugh, nodding. "in a very good way. c'mon, bear, don't fuck with me right now." you glare at him playfully. "you don't have to act like you didn't know i was in love with you."

"what?" carmen's eyes bulging tells you otherwise. "you-you... no, you didn't like me. you liked mikey."

"mikey?" you repeat. "carmen... i liked mikey because, i mean he was mikey, everyone liked mikey. but i had a crush on you."

carmen wasn't sure what to say, heart pounding hard in his throat, strangling the words. "really?"

you nodded, grinning gently. "i mean, you were too obsessed with claire bear to notice-"

"-oh, c'mon. don't do that." carmen cringed shaking his head.

"you did!" you laughed, jabbing his chest lightly. "you'd always talk to her in math and sketch all those pictures." you tried not to sound as hurt as your fifteen year old self had been. how you'd cried into your pillow when you found them. how you tried to make yourself look just like claire, act like her too so maybe carmen might notice you.

carmen blushed, looking down at his shoes. "well, i, uh... if it makes you feel any better. i-i was drawin' you too, ya know." he couldn't look at you, blushing positively boyishly at the admission.

it was silly. so silly and so sweet and it shouldn't have made you feel the way you did, but it did. you kissed him, two hands on the side of his cheeks, tumbling back on the sofa with him. a long, overdue kiss.

the next day, carmen asked you to come by the beef, telling you there was something that got dropped off for you while trying to figure out bills.

you opened the envelope to find a faded, crumpled piece of notebook paper, the light etchings of you on it with the algebra homework from mr. weir's junior year class.

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[1d1195]

Zipper Extra VI

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@jhughesangel for you :)

Some cavity inducing sweetness (hopefully)

P.S. Sorry I'm writing about the holiday season. Again. I'm sure that's tiring but fall/winter is my favorite time of year and it makes for the most romance in my brain.

~2.2k words

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too.

On the first of the month, she began baking. Harry had seen her in action at her place, but now it was their place and coming home some nights after she did to an apartment that smelled like cookies, cinnamon, and apples. It was heavenly and more than ever he wished with everything in him that he hadn’t waited so long to have this moment.

Every space of the apartment was decorated with red berries and greenery and other Christmas décor. The tree stood in the window of the living room overlooking the town. It was beautiful and magical. Harry didn’t even have a tree, the last few years which pained her to no end. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t have one prior to them dating either. The only Christmas tree he saw was the one at his mum’s house. Or at her place.

But they were living together, now. So, every holiday was warm and inviting. It felt like home when he was there. She made it make sense. “S’not our anniversary, right?” He asked, coming to stand behind her. His hands pressed onto the counter on either side of her as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck as a gentle hello. The rest of his body was warm against her back, his body encasing her between the bowl of chocolate and Harry.

Turning her head as much as she could to get a peripheral look at him, she licked the excess frosting off her thumb, she shook her head. “No, baby. Wrong month,” she giggled.

Harry wrinkled his nose “M’sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted.

“It’s okay. I’ve never really been one for anniversaries,” she shrugged. Yet she always has a present for me. He thought to himself with a frown. “I mean...” she noted the way his body deflated with a sigh. “I think I love you pretty well every day...I think there are worse things in life than forgetting a card or a day where you finally came to your senses,” she twisted in his embrace, and she brought the tip of her finger to his lips so he could have a tasted of the frosting. It was silly and romantic all at once. He gave her finger a gentle bite inciting the most beautiful, little giggle from her. “Does that make sense?” She asked.

“So I should be giving y’a gift every day because m’in love with you all the time,” he nodded with a half grin.

“No,” she laughed and rested her forehead on his chest. “No way. Your gifts? We’d be broke.”

“It would be worth it,” he murmured. “I’d spend every penny I had on you.”

“Absolutely not what I want.”

He chuckled rubbing his hand up and down her spine. “Did you have a good day?”

She nodded. “I won my case,” she murmured into his chest.

“Y’don’t sound very excited over the good news, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It didn’t feel like winning,” she mumbled. “Sometimes fighting for the top dog doesn’t feel very good.”

Her poor sweet soul. “S’never made any sense t’me that someone as sweet as you would be a corporate lawyer.”

“M’good at it,” she said defensively and pouted as she looked up at him.

“I know you’re good at it, angel,” he nodded. “S’not a question. But morally, your heart is jus’ so much nicer,” he kissed the top of her head. “M’surprised y’don’t cry in court sometimes.”

“S’really hard sometimes,” she admitted.

“Y’don’t have t’be a corporate lawyer if y’don’t want.”

“Yeah...but then I wouldn’t have an office next to yours. We wouldn’t have lunch together..." Harry felt a pang of adoration shoot through him. Like she had personally squeezed the veins of his heart just as a reminder that he adored her so much. "And you’d make way more money than me and I wouldn’t be able to afford living here.”

“Y’could live here for free,” he rolled his eyes--as if money would keep him from her. “Jus’ make y’pay me in kisses...and other things.”

She tilted her head up to look at his face while he gazed down at her. “I love you,” she smiled.

He grinned and shook his head. “Thank goodness,” he murmured and attached his lips to hers. They tasted of chocolate, love, sweetness, and happiness. Perfectly her.

*

She didn’t like having a blindfold on—especially in public and without a clue of where they were headed. It was chilly but her coat was warm, and Harry had his arm firmly around her waist. One thing she trusted was that Harry would never let her fall. “I am already surprised Harry. Please let me take it off. I must look insane, and people are probably thinking you’re going to kidnap me.”

“I would love t’see someone try and kidnap you,” he chuckled. “Watch y’step, kitten,” he hummed and squeezed her tighter as he brought her up two steps. She had no sense of where they were—not by sight of course—but he had taken her around three different blocks in order to disorient her. The smells didn’t help either because it was a Saturday night. It was Christmas time, and everywhere in the little city smelled and sounded the same. “Think y’would argue with them about how they didn’t tie the blindfold tight enough.”

“The same cannot be said for you,” she wrinkled her nose trying to get the fabric to move around her face. “Is it weird? You’re not going to embarrass me are you?” She asked.

“What on earth d’you think m’going t’do, kitten?” He laughed. “We’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

“I don’t know. Maybe me accidentally taking your towel every morning has finally done you in and you’re going to murder me and hide my body.”

“Kitten, we’re around other people. Please don’t give them ideas.”

“I don’t think you would murder me. But statistically, you’re the one most likely to.”

“M’ignoring you,” he murmured. The people around them gave sympathetic and awkward smiles. “Okay, two steps,” he pressed his hand on her lower back. The back of her calf touched something solid but she hadn’t a clue where she was. It could have been anywhere. But they were still outside. Maybe it was just a bench? Or a wall by the fountain? She had no way of knowing.

“Am I going to be in a blindfold the entire night?”

“No, m’love. M’gonna take it off as soon as y’sit,” he said gently touching her hips to guide her to sitting on the seat behind her. She was quiet as Harry reached behind her head, the palms of his hands sliding softly against her cheeks as he reached. Before he undid the knot, he gently massaged his fingertips into her hair and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. It made her stomach flutter and she felt like she would explode from the way he made her feel.

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too. It took every bit of willpower to tear her eyes away from his gaze. His hand slid into her lap, and he twisted their fingers together while she took in the surroundings. There was a man directing a horse on a perched seat above them an older top hat on his head. The carriage they sat in was white, with red leather seats. Green garland with red berries and Christmas bows draped around them. A set of twinkly lights was hung around the little awning of the carriage as well. Her lips parted as the horse quietly pulled them around the park. There was a dusting of snow, Harry couldn’t have dreamed of a better day to do this. But it was perfect, exactly what he wanted.

Speechless. She was completely and totally speechless.

Harry watched her expression change about a thousand times in one minute trying to make sense of what was happening. “Y’okay, in there?” He asked cupping the side of her face and brushing his thumb on her cheek. “S’this...not what you wanted?” He asked feeling the nerves creep up.

Did she forget their anniversary? No... it wasn’t that. Did he do something wrong? Why was...how did he know?

Maybe this was just something she wanted to do with her ex-boyfriend and not Harry. Maybe this wasn’t something she wanted anymore. “Er...we can...stop, if y’want, kitten. I thought y’would want this...but...maybe I got it wrong, naturally. Thought y’would want to—”

She shook her head trying to shake some sense into her mind and get her brain cells to put together a coherent thought rather than just staring at the scene before her. “No...” she shook her head quickly. “No...this is...Harry this is perfect,” she whispered breathlessly.

He smiled and a relieved sigh left his lungs in the form of a nervous chuckle. “Oh...good,” he pressed his lips against her temple and watched her eyes scanning the park around her. They had been to the park about a thousand times on foot, but seated in a horse drawn carriage, it was as if she had never seen the trees and paths. The light displays and the children milling in front of their parents were completely new to her.

“How...how did you...did you ask my sister about this?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No...”

“Did I tell you about this?” But she was certain she didn’t. She hadn’t thought about a carriage ride in years.

“Uh...no,” he smiled awkwardly giving her hand a squeeze. “When we were studying one time...y’were all upset ‘bout your ex not planning dates or whatever. You were on the phone with your sister and y’said y’wanted a Christmas carriage ride.”

Her heart felt like it was melting. “You...heard that?” She sounded so stunned. Harry was a bit worried about her well-being. She seemed completely out of sorts. To him, this was the only thing that made sense. In fact, he should have planned this when they first started dating. In his mind, this was nearly three years too late. Lord, knew it was over a decade too late for her sweet self. “You...remember that?”

He smiled, squeezing her hand in her lap again. With his freehand he brought it to her face again and brushed his thumb across her face. “I know...I know y’have forgiven me for...how mean I was—”

“You weren’t mean.”

“Well, I wasn’t nice t’you, kitten. S’well as being mean. Y’deserve nothing but kindness. You’re the sweetest soul I know.” She wanted to respond but she felt like there was more he wanted to say, and her throat was closing around the warm emotion she felt the longer he spoke. “M’sorry, again. For all that I put you through.”

It wasn’t that bad. She couldn’t tell him enough. She knew it ate at him like nothing else, so she simply nodded. “I know you’re sorry. But really...it’s alright, baby. I know—”

“Shh,” he hushed pressing a finger to her lips. “M’not done.” She felt like the blindfold was placed around her lips at his words. It was so perfect. The right temperature, the right scene, the perfect guy.

“Okay,” she murmured.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive myself,” he admitted. “But m’so glad I figured out how I felt. M’so sorry it took me s’long. More than being mean t’you...I don’t know if I’ll forgive myself for taking s’long. Wasting all that time we could have been together. But I don’t want t’waste time ever again,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand as he shifted from the seat to the floor of the carriage balancing on one knee and digging into his coat pocket as if he did this all the time. He pinched the small box in his grip with his free hand. She couldn’t even see inside the box, but she knew that her heart was going to explode when she did. So, it was for the best that she didn’t get to see it. “Y’make me so happy. You’re m’favorite person t’wake up to. T’come home to. Before you, I never even thought ‘bout marriage. It only makes sense when I think ‘bout you,” he was rushing his words a bit. Like when he first told her how much he liked her and how he would be a shitty boyfriend.

He was anything but.

“I don’t know if I’ll get better at remembering anniversaries and birthdays but God, kitten. I want t’try with you. Because y’deserve the best and m’not sure if s’me that’s best for you but I want to be. I want t’take you on carriage rides and make sugar cookies with our little babies that will look jus’ like you and take them t’soccer practice on weekends. I know s’not anyone half s’beautiful as you, kitten. Inside or out,” he never made sense when he was spilling all the emotions directly from his heart, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She thought she might cry if he spoke any longer.

“Please, marry me,” he said finally, slowly at last.

They stared at each other silently for several moments.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

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[musicforastylesrestaurant]

Hi hun, would you be in the mood to write something about dadrry dealing with his kids terrible twos pls

The Terrible Two’s.

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word count - 1.4k

in which, travelling with your husband around europe hasn’t been the most smooth sailing, especially when your daughters currently experiencing her terrible twos.

Faith Anne Styles.

After dating your boyfriend Harry for just over a year, you fell pregnant at the lovely age of nineteen and now both of you are at the age of twenty one and had a beautiful baby girl.

The perfect mix of both of you.

But life wasn’t all that swell.

As you stand backstage at the One Direction concert in Oslo, Denmark ,the pulsating excitement of the crowd seeping through the walls from the support act McBusted.

You watched as your boyfriend, the charismatic Harry Styles, attempts to navigate the treacherous waters of your two-year-old daughter Faith's terrible twos.

It seems that tonight, the tantrum monster has reared its head, threatening to disrupt the carefully choreographed chaos of the concert.

Great timing there, Faith Baby.

You glance around and notice Niall, Louis, and Liam, all observing the situation with wide eyes and amused expressions.

Harry, ever the doting father, crouches down to Faith's level, his brows furrowing in concern.

"Hey, baby love," Harry cooed gently, his voice a soothing melody in the midst of the chaos. "What's got you feeling so gloom and doom, eh?"

Faith's tiny face contorts, her little fists clenched tightly as she lets out a shrill cry. The sound reverberates through the backstage area, drawing amused glances from the rest of the band.

Louis, unable to resist a cheeky remark, leans over to Liam and whispers, "I think little Faith here is giving Harry a taste of his own teenage rebellion. Karma's a funny thing, innit?"

You never knew Harry in his pre teen years, however from the stories that you had been told by his family and fellow bandmates, he was a bit of a cheeky chappy.

And you couldn’t help but think that Faith, at just two years old, had developed some of his cheeky persona.

Before going down for naps, she would negotiate about how she wasn’t tired and then proceed to jump out of her crib, running through the house the same way that Harry would.

If you ever went to the shops or the park, then you would often catch her talking to random strangers as she held onto your hand or sat in her stroller, waving at them and being the kind girl she is and due to her father most likely doing the exact same thing.

You knew your two year old shouldn’t be interacting with strangers but she was just simply too adorable.

Liam chuckles and nods in agreement, but their attention is quickly pulled back to the unfolding drama.

Harry tries a different approach, his voice filled with patience and understanding. "Faith, darling, let's try to use our words, yeah? What's making you so upset?"

But Faith's wails persist, growing louder and more intense with each passing moment. She falls to the floor, kicking and flailing her arms, her cries echoing through the backstage area.

You watched as Harry ran a hand through his shoulder length hair, you could see slight stress lines appearing on his forehead.

He took it exceptionally hard when Faith would be upset, no parent liked to see their child sad but Harry absolutely hated it. He would always sit with her until she felt up for talking and although she was only a two year old and could hardly form a coherent sentence he would nod his head and listen to every word she said.

Faith idolised him.

Niall chuckles, watching the spectacle unfold. "Well, she's certainly giving us a show, isn't she? The drama of the terrible twos."

Tell you about it.

Harry shoots Niall a slight glare, finding absolutely nothing about the situation taking place funny in the slightest,before refocusing his attention on Faith.

He kneels down beside her, speaking softly amidst the cacophony. “Hey, my love, I know it's frustrating. Let's take some deep breaths together, okay? In and out."

But Faith's tantrum continues to escalate. She starts throwing toys and objects around, her frustration seemingly endless. The backstage area is filled with the commotion, drawing curious glances from the crew members and dancers nearby.

One thing you hated was gaining unnecessary attention.

Louis leans closer to Liam, a mixture of amusement and awe on his face. "I never thought I'd say this, but Faith might just give us a run for our money in the energy department."

Liam chuckles, nodding in agreement. "That she does. But Harry's got this. He's a patient one, that lad."

Harry tries different tactics, attempting to distract Faith with a toy or a silly face. But her cries persist, and the tantrum shows no signs of abating.

The band members exchange glances, a mixture of amusement, sympathy, and mild concern. This is uncharted territory for them, witnessing Harry deal with the full force of a toddler tantrum.

Harry's voice remains calm, though a hint of exhaustion seeps in. "Faith, sweetheart, I understand you're upset. Can you tell daddy what's wrong?"

But Faith's words are muffled amidst the tears and screams, her frustration rendering her temporarily speechless.

She continues to lash out, her tiny body wracked with sobs.

You step closer, offering your support. "Harry, maybe it's best if we take a break. Find a quiet spot for her to calm down."

Harry nods, his eyes filled with determination. "You're right, love. Let's find a quiet room where she can settle."

Together, a crew member leads you as well as Harry and Faith away from the backstage chaos, seeking Together, you lead Harry and Faith away from the backstage chaos, seeking refuge in a nearby dressing room.

The familiar scent of hairspray and the faint echoes of music provide a contrast to the storm of emotions still raging within Faith.

Gently closing the door behind you, you find a comfortable corner where Harry can sit with Faith in his arms. The room is dimly lit, allowing a sense of tranquillity to settle in.

Harry cradles Faith, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Shh, my love. We're here in our little haven. Take your time, sweetheart. We'll wait until you're ready to talk."

And if it was up to both you and Harry, you would both wait an eternity.

Faith's cries gradually subside into sniffles, her breath hitching as she tries to regain control, gripping a strand of her fathers long curls whilst the other grips onto the hem of his shirt.

Harry's soothing presence provides an anchor in the midst of her emotional tempest.

You sit beside them, offering a comforting smile. "It's okay, Faith. Mommy and Daddy are here for you. We love you, no matter what."

Faith looks up at you, her tear-stained cheeks glistening in the soft light. Her eyes search yours, seeking solace and understanding. You gently stroke her hair, allowing the silence to envelop the room, giving Faith the space she needs to collect herself.

Minutes pass, and the tension begins to dissipate. Faith's breathing steadies, her tiny frame relaxing against Harry's chest.

The storm of her tantrum has run its course, leaving behind a weary calm.

Harry speaks softly, his voice a comforting lullaby. "Sometimes, my love, we get overwhelmed. It's okay to feel angry or frustrated. But remember, we're always here to help you through it."

Faith nuzzles closer to Harry, finding comfort in his words. She wraps her tiny arms around his neck, seeking solace in his embrace.

The best father daughter duo.

The door creaks open, and Niall peeks inside, his eyes filled with concern. "Is everything alright?"

You nod, a sense of relief washing over you. "Yes, No, Faith just needed some quiet time. She's calming down now."

There was no doubt that Niall was Faith’s favourite uncle when it came to the four boys.

Niall steps into the room, his face softening as he gazes at the scene before him. "You're doing a great job, you guys. Parenting isn't easy, especially in the midst of all this craziness."

Harry smiles, gratitude and weariness mingling in his eyes. "Thanks, Niall. It's a learning process for all of us. But moments like these remind us why it's all worth it."

The sound of music drifts through the door, a reminder of the support act performing still in full swing. The energy of the crowd and the rhythm of the songs pulse through the walls, but in this small sanctuary, you find a moment of calm amidst the storm.

As Faith's breathing evens out and her grip on Harry loosens, you lean in and plant a tender kiss on her forehead. "We love you, Faith. And we're here for you, always."

Always and forever.

For eternity.

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[justmystyles]

Hi, could you make a fic about something to do with money maybe Harry dating a girl who came from not much and she still isn’t used to the fancy things in life like he is and so when there dating she feels bad ever spending his money.

I’m currently having to sell most of my Harry merch because we can’t afford to fix things in our house and I am very sad over it so I just need some comfort but if you decide not to write this, you’re still one of my favorite writers. Thank you for all the comfort you bring me.

Love Don't Cost A Thing

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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: a couple of curse words, but other than that, it's tame.

a/n: to my anonymous requester, i am so sorry for the hard times you have found yourself in. i wish i had something i could say that would help you through. just know that hard times don't last forever, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel, and i am hoping and praying that you reach it soon.

also, thank you so much for your kind words. i am so incredibly honored that you consider me one of your favorite writers, that compliment made more than just my day, i think it may have made my whole summer. i hope this blurb is what you are looking for, and provides you the comfort you need right now.

if you ever need someone to talk to, i am here. i may not be able to provide much, but i am happy to be a listening ear (reading eye?) if you need one. 🖤

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The waiter drops the check at your table, thanking you for coming in and continues on his way. You reach your hand out to grab it, but Harry beats you to it. Again.

“Harry, you don’t have to–” 

“I know, baby, but I want to. I love spoiling my girl.” He reaches his free hand across the table, squeezing yours gently. 

Ever since you and Harry started going out, you hadn’t paid for a thing. Not only that, but the things he’s been paying for have been extravagant and way outside of your comfort zone. The gifts, the meals, the flowers, the flights. He has taken you around the world and back, and has refused to let you pay for any of it.

Holidays and birthdays had been hard too. Harry always gave you multiple extravagant gifts, you could never even come close to matching it. He told you he didn’t care, that your gifts were always so meaningful, and that’s what was important. You knew he meant it, that he didn’t need you to buy him fancy things. He was more than capable of doing it himself. But it didn’t matter to you, you felt an imbalance in the relationship that was only growing with time. And you were sure that the gossip blogs and fans noticed it, talking about how you were just with him for his money. It wasn’t true, you and Harry knew that and it should have been enough, but it wasn’t. 

You didn’t grow up poor, you were grateful for what you had and knew that there were others that were worse off than you. But you didn’t even have half of what you were experiencing now. Your parents raised you to be practical with your money, to save and not to spend frivolously. You always had what you needed, but weren’t always able to have what you wanted. 

Now that you were with Harry, even if you just made an offhand comment about a cute piece of jewelry or clothing, all of the sudden it was yours. You love Harry, and you know he was doing it because he loves you too, but it still didn’t sit right with you. 

Later that night, you were laying in bed together. Harry was talking to you about his schedule for the upcoming month.

“So I was thinking you could come meet me in Paris. We could go to that little cafe we love, do a little shopping.” He suggested with a smile, loving the idea of walking through the most romantic city in the world with the love of his life. 

“Sure,” you agreed. “I could probably swing the money for a round trip ticket.” 

“You’re not swinging anything,” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I’ve got you, baby.” 

“Harry, I can afford a flight.” You’re not sure you really can. You’ll probably eat canned goods and boxed mac and cheese for a month, but it’s better than the guilt you feel every time Harry opens his wallet for you. 

“I know you can, but you shouldn’t have to. I’m asking you to come spend time with me, it should be my treat.” 

“Yeah, but everything is always your treat, Harry.” You say with a slight bite in your tone. 

Harry looks at you confused, and a little bit hurt. “Angel, are you alright?” 

“No Harry, I don’t think I am,” you confess. “I can’t keep doing this, it doesn’t feel okay.” Harry stays silent, allowing you to say what you need too. “I love you so much, and you have the kindest, most generous heart of anyone I have ever met. I just, it’s just too much. The meals, the gifts. You don’t let me pay for anything, I feel like… I don’t know. I know you don’t see a problem with it, but I do. It just makes me feel… uncomfortable. I’m basically living off of your money, and I don't feel right about it.”

“Baby,” he said as he let out a breath. “I had no idea you felt this way.” He brought his hand up, brushing your cheek gently. 

“I know you didn’t. And it’s a me problem, I know that too.” 

Harry shakes his head sharply. “No it’s not, it’s an us problem. You’re my girl, we’re in this together.” You look down, overwhelmed by how tender he was being with you despite the way you unloaded on him. “Why haven’t you told me about this before?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, it sounds kind of crazy when you think about it.”

“How?” He asked.

“Because, there are girls that would kill to be in my position, who would love to be spoiled and given all these extravagant gifts, and here I am complaining about it. I sound so ungrateful.” 

“Hey hey hey,” Harry holds your face in his hands. “You do not sound ungrateful.” He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs. “I love you, I love you so much and I give you all of these things because you deserve the world.”

“I love you too, but I don’t need all these things, the fancy dinners, the clothes, I just need you.”

He smiles softly at you, the adoration clear in his gaze. “I know angel, and that’s one of the things I love most about you. Your heart is so pure and good. I am so incredibly lucky that you have given it to me to hold, and I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable, especially not because of my actions.” 

“I know, and that’s part of the reason I didn’t tell you, I knew you’d feel bad. I don’t want you to feel bad about doing nice things for me.” 

“Tell me what I can do, how I can make you feel better.” He asked, willing to do anything to make you happy. 

You take a deep breath as you try to articulate your needs. “When I offer to pay for things, let me.”

Harry nods in agreement, pulling your face to his and kissing you softly. “Anything you want, love.” 

“And just because I say something is cute, doesn’t mean you have to buy it for me.” You add. 

“Got it,” he kisses you again. “But I can still spoil you sometimes, right?” 

“Sometimes,” you say in a subtle warning tone. “Just not all the time.”

Harry smiles, his brow arching mischievously. “How about I spoil you right now, and it won’t cost a cent.” 

Your breath catches in your throat at the implication of his words. “Sure, I guess I’d be okay with that.” 

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[gucciwins]

why is daddy sad?

a simple question...yet why is it so hard for Y/N to answer

A/N: you asked for more angst dad harry and well i'm here to deliver. i was suppose to be working on a report but this idea came to mind and i hope you give it a read. would love to hear your thoughts. love you 🫶

Word count: 1572

Warnings: angst (all sad)

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“Why is Daddy always sad?” Saylor, Y/N’s, and Harry’s five-year-old asked. 

Y/N wishes her son couldn’t notice the sadness displayed on their father’s face.

It has been two years since Harry decided to stop touring and instead focus on songwriting for others. He made the choice because he wanted to be here to see his children grow up. He wanted to stop missing milestones and instead learn to be here for them all. Y/N told him he didn’t need to, but he was adamant it happened. 

She knew he was choosing them, but she never wanted to feel like he had to. The first year was bliss. Harry spent it at home with Saylor and Lucy. He became the stay-at-home dad while you worked as a publisher and got promoted to publishing manager in the last year.

 Life was good. 

At least it was for a while. Soon, the trips got shorter. The writing sessions became longer. Harry attending his child’s event became nonexistent; before they knew it, he became a ghost. 

He lived among them, no longer the cheerful dad becoming the quiet dad who gave no single input. He no longer lived to make his children laugh. He was there, but why did it seem they had lost him?

For Y/N to know that Saylor has noticed how distant he has become, she must do something. She has no idea where to start, but she has an idea of someone always ready to help. 

_____

Lucy slowly walked up the steps holding onto the railing as her parents taught her. She made the short walk to the end of the hallway, her mermaid plushy in hand. She pushed the door open, finding the person she was searching for, her father sitting on his leather couch filled with pillows, notebooks opened on the table. 

“Daddy?” 

Harry turned his head at the sound of a small voice. “Hi, Luce.” 

“Can you play with me?” 

He sighed, dropping the notebook in his hand. “Not right now.”

“Why?” A simple question for a four-year-old. 

“I’m busy.” 

“But Daddy,” 

“No, Lucy.” 

Lucy’s shoulders drop, and her eyes well up with tears. Her father didn’t bother picking up his head to notice he hurt her feelings. She hurries out of the room and into her brother’s room because he always makes her feel better. 

At dinner, it’s quieter than usual. Y/N sees her children whisper to each other but never look up from their plates. Harry eats quietly until he notices Lucy not eating her vegetables. 

“Lucy, can’t ignore your veggies.” He points out to Y/N’s plate. “Mummy’s eating all of hers.” 

Lucy ignores him, purposely pushing the veggies further away to the edge of her plate. Harry puts his fork down, “Lucy Anne, please.”

“Lucy is upset with you, Dad. Please don’t talk to her like that.” Saylor speaks up, shocking both Y/N and Harry. 

“What do you mean, Saylor?” Y/N asks, not understanding what happened in the short time she was away buying groceries earlier in the day. 

“Dad made Luce cry and did not apologize.” Saylor looks down at Lucy holding her hand tight, while she looks down at her plate. In times like these, Y/N wondered what she did right to have such exceptional children but what they did wrong to be bad parents.

“Lucy, do you want to tell me what happened?” 

Lucy looks up, meeting her mother’s gentle gaze, and nods her head. “Penny and I wanted Dad to play with us, but he used his mean voice to tell me no.” 

Y/N spares Harry a look who hasn’t looked away from Lucy. No sign that he was going to make an apology. Instead, he excuses himself, stating he had a phone call to make. 

“Luce, baby. I’m sorry he spoke to you like that. Sometimes Dad can get busy. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Y/N tries to assure her daughter, who has now climbed into her clap. 

“I miss Daddy playing with me.” She confesses. 

Y/N feels her heartbreak, but there is nothing she could do about how Harry decides to act, but she does know her children deserve better. 

“Tell you what, after dinner, I’ll play with you if you want, and I’ll speak with your dad, alright, pumpkin?” 

Lucy nods, giving Y/N a big kiss before munching on the last pieces of carrots she had left before walking her plate over to the sink with her brother’s help. 

There was a conversation to be had. 

______

That night as Y/N began to settle for bed, she knew she had to speak with Harry. She hesitated knocking on the bedroom door, but the room no longer felt theirs. It just felt his. 

She walked in a few seconds after hearing a faint come in. The room looked the same. Her side of the bed looked the same except for a missing photo of them on their first date at a fair where Harry had won her a stuffed banana plushie that now lived in their son’s room. The frame now sat on Harry’s bedside. 

“Harry,”

He sighs, “I know. I messed up.” 

“You’re a good father. Luce is only four. She wears her heart on her sleeve. You know that.” 

“I was busy.” 

“I’m sure you were, but you could have spoken to her differently.” Y/N reminds him. 

Harry tries to push the blame onto her, “it’s hard when they’re constantly walking into my office.” 

She shakes her head, “don’t blame me, Harry.” 

“Y/N–”

“You said you wanted this. That you wanted this life.” You reminded him. “That you wanted a home office to be close to our children for when they needed you–for when I needed you.”

“I’m not so sure anymore,” he whispers, breaking Y/N’s heart. 

With nothing else to say, she leaves Harry in their bedroom and searches for her children needing the comfort of their love. The two people could make her smile no matter what she felt. It seems that a lot has changed even for her because that used to be Harry, and now she tiptoes her feelings around him.

The following days are quiet. Saylor eats each meal with no questions to either of his parents. At age four, Lucy was oblivious to it, carrying the conversation with Y/N’s occasional answer or question, having forgotten about what had happened days before. Harry sits glum at the table each day while Y/N tries her best to swallow all her tears until she tucks herself into the guest room, where she allows herself to cry in the quiet of the room. 

Y/N had dropped off the kids with Gemma as she wanted to take them to the zoo. That meant it gave her time to speak with Harry. She arrived home to find him watching a documentary in the living room. 

“Harry, I’m back.” She calls out. 

He pauses his film because even with the distance in their relationship, he can still pick up when she needs his attention. 

“Talked with Jeff,” Y/N tells Harry.

“What for?” 

Y/N sighs. “I don’t like that you’re not happy. That you–you resent us for choices made years ago, but if there’s something we can do, then I had to try.” 

Harry frowns, “what are you saying?” 

She places a folder on Harry’s lap, and with the left hand that now only holds the gold wedding band Y/N put on his finger six years ago, he flips it open. Inside is a tour flyer reading: Harry Styles The Disco Tour: It’s time to dance again. 

“I don’t know if we fit in the picture, but we’ll always love you.” 

“What is this?” 

“Jeff says the team is ready to prepare for a tour if you're open to the idea. You can start in Europe and work up from there, but he said it’s clear you’d have a sold-out world tour if that’s what you wanted.” 

Harry looks at the papers in disbelief. It’s potential schedules, shows, and an album release if that is what he wanted. All the plans laid out for him. All he had to do was decide. 

“Do you know—this is crazy!” Harry tells her, setting the papers on the coffee table. “I–I”

“Don’t make the decision right now.” Y/N sighs and reaches for his hand squeezing it tight. “Family aside, do what makes you happy.” 

Y/N walks away, knowing that this would change their lives, hopefully for the better. Maybe once Harry found himself again, he would find his family. 

And it’s to no surprise two months later, Harry was pulling the suitcases out, filling them with clothes he had an opening show in Los Angeles soon. It sold out in minutes, to no one’s surprise. It was the first time in months she saw the glimmer of a smile on his face. As Harry prepared to say goodbye to his family, he felt a pang of regret for making them feel like he didn’t love them because that wasn’t the case. He loved them, but he also loved performing. It seemed that he couldn’t live with just one. Now he’d have to find how to balance being a pop star, a father, and a husband, but he felt he could make it work. 

He had to. 

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[grapejuicestyless]

Masterlist <33

My Favorites: ⭐️

HARRY STYLES:

Short Writings:

Love Me Until I Stop Breathing?

Sunflower! Sunflower!

People Pleaser pt.2

I Don’t Need Your Closure.

I Just Want To Be Loved-pt.2

Unforgettable

What Was I Made For?

Just Because!

Every Road Leads Back To You.

You’re The Winner-pt.2

Mona Lisa

What A Waste

I’ll Crawl Home To Her

Pomegranates

Bad People

Our Last Dance ⭐️

But I’m Kind Of Green

Good Luck, Babe!

Song Blurbs:

You Are In Love

Night Shift

Sick Of The Chase

CONRAD FISHER:

Short Writings:

Can You See Right Through Me?

Kalopsia

Just Because You Cannot Have Her.

Don’t Be A Stranger. ⭐️

Mad Woman.

Back To You.

You’re Everything To Me.

Peace.

Burnout.

Don’t Go.

I’ll Love You, Forever.

Fix You.

The Tide Always Goes Out

Song Blurbs:

Two People

My Love, Mine All Mine.

Sad, Beautiful, Tragic.

I Know You.

Big Black Car ⭐️

JJ MAYBANK:

Short writings:

Could You Imagine That?

Tiny Moves

Orange Juice

In My DNA

Linger Like A Tattoo Kiss ⭐️

Song Blurbs:

The Last Time

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