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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife

After The Show

prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

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Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.

He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.

“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.

“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”

“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.

“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.

He’s always been so attached to her.

“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.

“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.

“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.

They both know what she’s referring to.

- last night -

“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.

“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.

They didn’t have time for this teasing.

He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.

A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.

“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.

“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”

Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”

Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.

“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.

“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.

He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.

Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.

After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.

YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.

“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.

She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.

“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”

Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.

It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.

Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.

The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.

That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.

As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.

YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.

YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.

Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.

It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .

It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.

A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.

They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.

Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.

The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***

(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).

YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.

As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.

She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.

YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.

During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.

As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.

With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.

YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.

She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.

When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.

YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.

But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.

Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.

She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.

YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.

The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.

“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.

When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.

As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.

The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.

She loved it.

She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.

YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.

After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.

The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).

However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.

“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”

His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.

“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.

The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.

Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.

“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.

“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.

“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”

As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.

Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.

“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”

“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.

It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.

“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.

It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.

Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.

It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.

Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.

“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.

“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”

Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.

“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.

There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.

She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.

He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.

Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.

“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.

“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.

Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.

“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.

When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.

It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.

Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.

“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.

“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.

Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.

She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.

It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.

Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.

By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”

“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.

While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.

All Harry can think about is his wife.

“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.

She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.

He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.

“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”

His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.

“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.

The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.

Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.

YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.

He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.

The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.

Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.

They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.

By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.

It was a sight to see.

When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.

YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.

“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.

She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”

“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”

She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.

Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.

“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.

It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.

“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.

As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.

His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.

“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.

Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.

He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.

“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.

In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.

“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.

“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”

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gucciwins · 2 years

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well kept secret

everything led up to now...to this very moment

Word count: 9569

A/N: hi friends! this was suppose to be short and sweet but well it's now this long story that i hope you love.

Warnings: smuttttt! (i know you enjoy that)

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She's never been more thankful for her job than she is at this moment.

The feel of his lips on her throat, showering her in bruises she'll proudly display tomorrow for all to see. It's not an ideal relationship, but God does she like him. Y/N knows love is just around the corner, and she can't wait to explore that further with Harry.

It seems everyone had been waiting for the band to break that would bring them. After a long few years, tonight was the night. Most everyone had bet their money on last weekend, of them getting together finally happening, but it seemed at every turn someone needed his attention.

To understand how she got here to Harry sitting her on his vanity, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he pounds into her as hard as he can, we need to go back a bit.

Y/N is Tom Skogs' assistant manager, so in a way, Harry Styles is her boss. She was petrified when she first got the job even though she heard nothing but good things. She was nervous and hoped they'd take her on for longer than a few months. That they would offer her a permanent position. That she'd feel welcome among them.

And Y/N did.

On her first day, she felt odd not bringing anything to the office. So, she decided on cookies; everyone loved cookies. Then she thought of it and realized some might not like chocolate, or a person happens to be vegan. That's how she ended up taking six different types of cookies on her first day.

Everyone happened to love them, which she was thankful for. It also wasn't something she did again because her nerves settled soon after. Y/N was introduced to most of the team on her first day, and everyone was so kind. It was clear that day that everyone on the team respected each other and viewed each other as family, something she hoped to join.

Y/N didn't meet Harry until her second day when Tom was showing her around what would be her small office space close to him. Although he told her that it would only be used when they were in the city. The job was to follow Harry around full time when Tom could not.

Meeting Harry was unlike any other day. She showed up bright and early, a sweet iced coffee in one hand and Tom's favorite in the other. Thanks to her waitressing skill, growing up, as well as being a woman having to suffer from pants with useless pockets, she balanced the drinks in one hand and successfully opened the door. What she didn't prepare for was bumping into a large figure as she was heading inside, who happened to be glancing at their phone on their way out. A drink was quick to slip out of her hand, but she was quick to drop her phone in her non-coffee filed hand and make a quick save before it could be a mess she'd be embarrassed to clean. The only victim seemed to be her cream linen pants she had paired with her pale pink cardigan to keep her warm in the cold office.

"I'm sorry." The man apologizes. "That was a nice safe." The man's deep voice fills her ears.

He's reaching down for her phone, and she doesn't dare look, fearing it might have reached its end.

"Is it broken?" Y/N asks in a low voice, so the pain of the answer isn't brutal.

She hears a wince making her quickly turn her head to his hands, but all she sees is her lock screen of her and her nephew sitting under a cherry blossom tree. The biggest smile on her face as her nephew gave her the sloppiest kiss. It was her favorite, and she knew she had to pay him a visit soon.

"You tricked me." She accuses looking up at him, and that's when she tries her best to stay neutral. Her boss was standing in front of her. Harry Styles, in all his glory, was giving her a toothy grin as he fidgeted with her phone in hand. "Hi," she breathes out.

He chuckles, "sorry about that. You looked frightened, and well, my mum taught me that laughter is the best way to take it away."

Y/N nods, smiling. "Well, it worked."

They stay staring at each other for a moment longer until Harry clears his throat. "I'm Harry. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh, I know," he quirked an eyebrow at her, and she froze. "I mean–you're my boss. Well, Tom's my boss, but you're his boss. So, you're both our bosses," she rambles on. "What I meant to say, I'm Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, welcome to the team. Tom and Jeff were thrilled to welcome you on, as am I."

"Thank you, Mr. Styles. I appreciate that."

Harry was about to speak again when Tom came out of his office looking for her.

"Y/N, you just came in?"

"Yes, got you a coffee." She raises the cup, and he happily accepts it, taking a long drink before he squeezes her shoulder.

"I appreciate you."

That's when Tom seems to notice Harry. "H, thought you left already."

"Ran into Y/N here."

"On purpose?"

"No, of course not. I was on my phone, and I didn't see her." He explains sheepishly. "She's got wicked reflexes."

Tom smirks, "maybe someone can finally beat you in ping-pong."

"Don't start." Harry shakes his head. "You any good Y/N?"

Tom doesn't give you a chance to answer, "don't answer that, or he'll have a ping-pong table by the end of the day here challenging you until you lose."

"I'm not very competitive." She frowns. "My sister and I have a rather large age gap, so the competition was never instilled in me."

"You have a sister?" Harry asks curiously, clearly trying to learn more about you.

"Not happening. You want to get to know her, ask her out. Right now, she's got work to do."

Y/N feels her face heat up, trying her best to move past what Tom just said. "Right, I'll be going. Nice meeting you, Mr. Styles."

She walks away before either man can answer her. From a distance, you can hear Tom teasing Harry, and well, Y/N decided she liked Harry.

"Y/N," she turns just as she settles at her desk that had yet to be decorated. All that fills her small space is a photo her nephew drew for her of them playing in the snow, standing out on the black sheet of paper she had him use. Then a photo of her and her best friend when they had gone to Jamaica last summer.

"Yes?"

"Your phone," he extends his hand, causing their fingers to brush for a second. It was enough to leave her flustered once more.

"Thank you, be a mess without it."

Y/N smiles at him, waiting for him to say more, but Harry stops himself.

"I'll see you around?" He asks, slowly backing away.

"You most definitely will."

And, of course, the pair of them did. All Y/N's work consisted of being around Harry, making sure he was on time, contacting new partners, and reading contracts. It was lots of work, but Y/N enjoyed every bit of it. By her six months, Y/N could handle just about anything, which is also when she was told she'd be there permanently (or until she gained enough experience to manage her own clients).

Harry had become a good friend over the course of those months. There was endless traveling to do as he was writing his second album. There was a lot for him to do, and her job was to remind him and oversee him when necessary. This also led to lots of downtime. Watching him write and sing a song with his team was beautiful, and it constantly left her in awe of Harry.

Y/N grew closer to Harry because he took every chance to learn something new about her. How she liked her coffee, how, on her busiest days, a grey earl tea with a splash of milk, and Y/N's personal favorite, her opinion on a song. At first, she wouldn't dare sit inside the recording studio with them, feeling as if she was intruding. Still, once Harry introduced her to everyone, she opened up and stayed for longer periods. Soon enough, she'd bring her laptop daily and do her work there. The first time Harry asked for an opinion on a song, she held back. Harry noticed and told her that if he asked, it was because he valued her opinion. Now she was no expert but adding trumpets to "Watermelon Sugar" was an idea that turned out to be a hit. She learned from Kid, one of Harry's songwriters, that song was one of the first ones they wrote and could not finish. Needed a fresh pair of ears, and they were thankful it was her.

The making of the album was a process, so was releasing singles and setting interviews. Harry expressed he'd be lost without her. Tom made her job easy, always telling her she was doing brilliantly until she wasn't.

It was a long day of meetings. The album was releasing soon, and One Night Only was in shambles. The number of tickets released, the large number of general admission, and how unsafe it could be. Y/N brought it up because she knew his fans liked to show support and would likely be camping out. Well, it seemed to be a tipping point for everything. More than a few people got upset because she was right, and why didn't she speak up sooner. That this would look bad on them directly if anyone wasn't careful. It's safe to say that was one of her lowest days.

That was also the day she realized Harry was her friend. That he genuinely cared about her. They made dinner plans, but she forgot all about it, accidentally blowing him off, something not like her. So, he did what she thought no one did and went out to find her. He checked the office when her phone went straight to voicemail. He found Tom and Jeff still there discussing options.

Both neglected Harry's concern for Y/N and instead asked for his opinion to fix the solution. Harry frowned because Y/N had spoken to him about this, and he proposed a plan. That's when he realized that instead of letting her tell them about her plan, they blew up on her. Harry felt her pain and understood why she had been ignoring him.

"Right, she most likely emailed you," Harry explains. "Apologizing endlessly as well, no doubt. Do me a favor, read it over, and then get her a nice gift. Y/N deserves it."

Harry ran out, leaving them alone, and made his way to her house but not before making a stop and getting her favorite ice cream and wine. Not sure what mood she might be in.

Hearing the knock outside the door was like a bucket of cold water being dropped on her as she knew who was standing outside.

An apology was ready when she opened the door, but that died off when she saw Harry holding wine and two strawberry shortcake ice cream pints.

"Up for some company?"

"Always if it's you." She let him enter and let herself relax into his side as she cherished the company.

It's safe to say that's when they both began to fall. Though it would still be two years until they crossed that line.

Once the world halted that March, Y/N thought it might all change, but she was suffering. As much as she loved being with Harry, there was no work to do. Just pray that things get better and go back to a new normal.

Y/N was independent. That's what everyone told her growing up. But being away from home for so long was taking a toll on her, especially since the first few months she was staying alone. All her fault because she had people reach out, but she declined, not wanting to be a bother. Harry was one of them. He was already staying with so many friends. She didn't want to add to the stress of an already large house.

Harry constantly checked up on her, sending her endless packets of Kn95 masks, wanting her to be stocked up. There were daily facetime calls and groceries delivered to her small apartment. Y/N made sure to let him know she was thinking of him, constantly sending him letters in the mail, sending him new songs she thought he'd like, and puzzles lots of them.

It was all going well until it wasn't. She was having a hard time being alone. She missed London. As lovely as California was, it wasn't home. Harry called when she was having her pity party, and she told him everything. Told him how alone she felt and wished the numbers would drop. That the borders would open so she could go home. She wanted a hug that she wished she could see Harry and hold him a face through a screen no longer enough.

Harry promised her he'd take care of it. She didn't know what he meant by that, but a week later, there was a knock on her door, and he was there. Suitcase at his side, asking her if she'd take him in. Promised her that he got tested, knowing that she had less exposure than him and did not want to risk her getting sick, which is why he took seven days to arrive the small distance.

Safe to say, she stayed in his arms for the rest of the day. Harry didn't realize how restless he really was until he had her in his arms. He reasoned he missed her, but he knew it was because a part of him was missing.

Y/N didn't need anything else as long as she had Harry. Jeff reached out to them as soon as the ban was lifted. Flights were filling up fast, but Harry got them a flight home, and off they went. Y/N thought they'd be going their separate ways again, but instead, he told her to pick a place, either hers or his, and well, Harry did have the more extensive book collection.

The time together due to the pandemic allowed them to get to know each other in a way they had never let anyone else before. There were so many times she came close to telling him her feelings, but that slight chance he didn't feel the same held her back. It did for so long. She would rather keep him in her life than even think she could lose him for a second.

Every day she fell more and more, but she was content to be at his side. She was happy to love him as her best friend, even if it was never anything more. Everyone assured her he felt the same, but it wasn't enough to make her confess.

It seems everyone could see their love but them.

But like they say, the journey makes the sweetest love story.

~~~~~ ~~~~~

It was now 2022, and everyone was settling into a new normal. Masks were still being worn, and almost everyone was double vaccinated. After the U.S. tour, a break was needed; due to all the precautions taken and the level of success, everyone deserves a lovely holiday. As everyone prepared for what would be a year-long tour with movie tour press in between. Not forgetting to mention the release of a third album.

It’s crazy to think that when she started to work with Harry many years ago, it would lead her to be here backstage where Harry was headlining his second weekend of Coachella. Over 100,000 people were there to view his performance and sing his songs back to him. Y/N was proud of Harry, and she’d never let him forget it.

The first weekend was a success. Harry shined in a sequined jumpsuit reminding her of the beautiful rainbow fish. He was a shining rainbow on stage bouncing around, the biggest smile on his face. Shania Twain, as his special guest, was one she’d never forget. She remembered the first time she drove him around for meetings and how he took charge of the aux and sang nothing but Shania Twain, saying the singer was his favorite, and it showed as he never missed a single word in all her songs.

Y/N had work to do the morning after already having to prepare for the following week by speaking with the crew about any changes made as well as confirming with the next surprised guest manager to keep it as secret as possible. The work seemed to be never-ending. Harry convinced them all to stay the weekend, wanting to support the other artists, and well, there was a packed festival where no one would recognize him due to all the bandana and hat-wearing. Harry would blend right in. and he did not a single photo of him in the crowd surfaced. That Monday afternoon, she was driving back with Harry as she had been staying in his guest room as he didn’t like being alone when in this city. Y/N knew why and well, she enjoyed his company as well.

After one of the most tiring weeks of her job, it was time to watch what Harry does best to be a rockstar in front of thousands.

“Shortcake?” Harry yelled from inside his dressing room as Y/N hung up from a call with Alessandro assuring him that the outfit was in perfect condition. That nickname, ever since that ice cream and wine night stuck, and well, she wasn’t going to lie and say that her stomach fluttered every time she heard him call her that.

“Yes, H.”

“This looks weird.”

Y/N stops herself from rolling her eyes, “remember, you were born with the third nipple.”

She hears him laugh before he sees him hiding in the bathroom and not in front of the vanity as she expected him to be.

“Got to show me so I can decide if you’re wrong or not.”

“Fine.”

Y/N takes a seat in the comfortable vanity chair, legs crossed as she picks at her nails, knowing he’ll be a few minutes.

He walks toward her, his face looking down at the floor until he stops to stand right in front of her.

“Going to look at me?” She frowns, seeing how nervous he looks, which only happens when he feels embarrassed.

Harry lets out a deep sigh, then lifts his head slowly. There’s smudged eyeliner on one eye and a perfect line on the other. Y/N does her best to hold back a laugh, but it escapes her.

“Which one was the end goal?”

“The smudged one, obviously,” he huffs out.

The laugh escapes Y/N as he looks away, crossing his arms. “Sorry, H.”

“No, you’re mean.”

“Come on, let me wipe it clean. This is why you always wait for me.”

Harry pouts, “thought I was getting better.”

“We can see you have not.”

“Y/N!”

She shrugs as if saying she wasn’t wrong. She hardly ever is. “That’s why we practice.”

“Can’t even go on stage with it.” He mutters, a frown sitting on his face.

“You know you could if you wanted to.” Y/N stands from the chair, pushing Harry to take her place as she looks for the makeup remover and her special cloth. Once she has everything, she gently places a finger under Harry’s chin to look up at her. His eyes are open as he smiles fondly at her. Y/N knows this specific stare. It’s one of gratitude. It’s one she always sees displayed on his face towards her.

“I know,” she knows they’re both thinking back to Harryween, where Harry wore two outfits he was incredibly proud of with a beautiful glammed face both nights.

“Now, close those pretty eyes.”

Harry takes one long last stare at her before letting his eyes fall closed.

Y/N tries her best to be gentle, knowing how easily irritated Harry could get when he missed a spot of the black makeup. He stated that it always made his eyes water.

“Are you even doing it?” Harry asks after a few minutes of silence.

“Don’t feel it?” Y/N smiles to herself, proud at her accomplishment of cleaning one eye successfully and needing to do one more.

Harry giggles, “no. Are you always this careful?”

“Course I am. You’re precious cargo.”

Y/N notes how Harry didn’t say anything but notes the pink blush that appears on his cheeks, making him look flushed. She decides not to bring it up; instead just basks, knowing that she was the reason for his blushing.

A few more moments, and she’s finished.

“All done.”

“Thank you, shortcake.”

She shrugs him off, “what else am I here for?”

“A lot or my life would be falling apart.”

The smile on his face is broad, and well, Y/N has a fun time teasing Harry; he always gives it back, “well, someone’s got to cash in your checks.”

“Oi, want me for my money then.”

“Obviously, H. I want the lavish lifestyle you got me used to.”

“Lavish, you live in a small flat where you could have bought a proper home by now.”

“Now, now, Styles. I don’t need to be living in a mansion when it’s only me.”

“You weren’t saying that last year when you lived with me?”

“Actually, I did because we were constantly dusting everything.”

“Oh, hush up,” Harry frowns at her, knowing how right she was. It was a lot of space for one person, but he loved having guests, and hopefully, in the future, he saw it becoming a family home.

Y/N loves this, spending time with Harry. It never feels forced, and she knows that he takes her words into consideration. She also meant it when she said he treated her lavishly, showering her with unnecessary gifts. Always flying first class and private jet during tour when it was needed. He sent her macaroons whenever she did something he was incredibly proud of (all the time, Harry liked to say), and if she didn’t put a stop to it, her home would be filled with macaroons. A girl can only take so much.

“Tonight should be fun.”

Harry hums, staring down at his phone, ignoring Y/N, and that’s her cue to leave. She gets up from leaning against the vanity and goes to walk out when a hand reaches out and grabs her elbow.

“H?”

“Stay.”

“What for? Clearly busy.”

Harry smirks, “jealous, shortcake.”

“Nothing to be jealous about,” she states.

“How are you so sure?” The stare he is giving her is intense. Harry’s challenging her.

Y/N hesitates. She could say something; she knows him well enough to know that was Jeff texting him, checking in, and asking him for the hundredth time if he was sure of the setlist.

“I know your schedule like the back of my hand.”

“Thought that was only Luis,” he mocks. “So, tell me, who was I texting? Since it did nothing to get your blood boiling.”

“Jeff.” She states matter of fact.

“Wrong,” he breathes.

Y/N quirks a brow at his reply, “Glenne.”

“Wrong again.”

“I’m never wrong,” Y/N reminds him confidently. “You’re lying.”

Harry smirks, taking one step closer to her, not an inch of space between them.

“It was Jeff.”

The smile on her face grows, “told you.”

“There’s something else. One last secret I’ve been hiding.”

“Not a secret if I know about it.”

He chuckles, “sound pretty confident, love.”

“That’s because I am.”

His hands rest on her waist, his touch light quick to remove if she were to ask though they both know she won’t.

“So, tell me, what’s my secret that no one but you knows.”

Y/N grins, letting her eyes meet his playful green orbs. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You think no one knows, but the truth is everyone knows.”

“If everyone knows, why haven’t you said anything?”

“Not my secret to speak out on.”

Harry nods, “would you want me to share?”

“Only if you want to?” Y/N assures him.

“I’ll tell you. We can see if you were right.”

“You know I will be,” she declares.

“I l–”

“Harry, have you seen–”

As the door is swung open, Harry and Y/N jump apart as if their worlds weren’t about to collide. It seemed the secret would remain hidden for a while longer.

"Did I interrupt something?" Glenne asks, a suspicious look on her face.

"No, shortcake's all yours."

"H," Y/N breathes out, reaching out for him.

Harry leans in, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I'll find you. Got a secret to share," he whispers.

"Promise?" Y/N needs to hear him say it. She needs to know if she'll be in his arms for a completely different meaning than just a congratulatory hug by tonight.

"Promise. Y/N."

Glenne drags Y/N out, going on about something Tom and Jeff were discussing and that they couldn't figure out without her. At that moment, she wished she wasn't needed. She wanted to be back with Harry. She wanted to know what would have happened if Glenne didn't barge in on them.

It seemed like it'd have to wait for now.

The night soon falls over the crowd of endless people here to support Harry. Everyone sitting around sipping a drink to soothe the thick warm desert air. Y/N had a watermelon-inspired drink that Glenne fetched for her, letting her know that she asked for a double shot of tequila. That was enough for Y/N to get through the night, especially if there would be more to come at the after-party with Lizzo tonight that Harry made her promise she'd attend instead of like a recluse going back to the rented home for the weekend to sleep the day off.

"Babes, where's H?" Sarah asked her as she adjusted the top of her jumpsuit.

"Getting ready with Lambert."

Sarah held back a smirk, "surprised you're not in there."

"Not a stylist." Y/N reminds her.

"Yeah, but the man is like a puppy, always needing you by his side."

"Shut up. We are not always together."

"I beg to differ," Mitch comments.

"Well, Mitch, you sure know when to give your input." Y/N teases, knowing that Mitch was the most observant person in the group yet the least talkative.

"Promise you'll tell him, the guy's head over heels in love but him out of his misery."

"He is not." Y/N tries to brush it off because, of course, he wasn't.

"Can someone find my shortcake? She hasn't talked to me in over an hour." Harry's voice booms around everyone as his dressing room door is swung open and closed just as quickly as he came.

All eyes are on Y/N. There's no denying they were right. It seems tonight would be the night it all changed. She just hoped they were all right about his feelings. She knew the chances were in her favor.

"You rang, your highness?"

"Y/N, love. Where did you go?"

"Having some drinks with the crew. A bit of smoking." She shrugs.

Harry's eyes widened, "you smoked?"

"Course not, dummy. I'll ruin my liver, not my lungs."

"You're a weekend drinker, like every three months." He states, knowing very well she's careful.

She shrugs, "gosh, you do know everything about me."

"Cause–"

"–H, why aren't you dressed?" Lambert asks, frowning.

"Y/N,"

She interrupts Harry before he can continue. "Was just leaving?"

"Shortcake?"

"Edward."

Harry rolls his eyes at her, and the smile on his face is large on display for you. "Meet me backstage."

"Not a problem, boss man."

"Hate when you call me that," he grumbles.

"That's why she does it," Lambert answers as Y/N leaves the trailer laughing.

Pauli offered her a drink as she approached him. She knocked it back without taking a moment to think about it. If she was going to confess her feelings tonight, the liquor courage would be a significant help.

Y/N walked backstage with the band. Elin talked her ear off about how excited she was to be together again. Niji had called in earlier to wish them all luck. She'd miss him and his special 'Sunflower' into he did with Harry. He would always be part of the family; everyone had assured him of that.

Soon enough, Jeff walked up with Harry, and she didn't wait for a second before excusing herself to go speak with him. They were running on limited time.

"You remind me of strawberry shortcake?" Y/N tells Harry as she looks him up and down. He does a spin as she claps, only egging him on now, making his way closer to her exaggerating his hip movements. A proper model walk he has perfected.

"Remind you of anyone, shortcake?" He teases.

"Me?"

"Course. You're my biggest inspiration."

Y/N rolls her eyes, not believing a single word, not allowing herself to see the sincerity in his eyes. "Sure, rockstar."

Always flirting, it never got old. It did leave her yearning for more.

"I think I'm a cute strawberry."

"You are," she assures him. "Promise me something?"

"Anything, love."

His eyes are locked with hers, "wear a cowboy hat tonight for me." She wags her eyebrows at him, hoping he gets what she implies.

"Shortcake!" He yells.

She giggles, "what? It'll be a sign to tell me you love me."

Harry steps closer, brushing the loose hair out of her face, "you know I love you," he kisses the top of your head.

"A reminder never hurt, bestie."

Harry takes a moment to take her in. She knows she looks like a mess, her makeup smudged and hair a mess as the wind was starting to pick up. She ditched the pretty outfits and settled for heart embroidered flares and paired it with Harry's "My Life is Crap" sweatshirt that he had stained; she took the sweater home to fix, and instead of giving it back, she kept it. Harry never asked for it back. She knew he was okay with it. He was big on sharing clothes with friends, though he always seemed to keep track of who took what.

"The secret, love. Do you want to know?"

"Now?" She asked, surprised, minutes before his performance.

He grins and nods. "Now."

"Three minutes, H." Tom comes over, patting Harry's shoulders. Tom looks over at Y/N, seeing her frowning, and Harry, who was now toying with his rings, and Tom winces. "Did I ruin a moment?"

Y/N feels her face heat up as Harry fakes a cough, "course not, shortcake here was wishing me luck."

"As if you need it," Tom tells him proudly, knowing the second Harry is on stage, he'll feel right at home.

Y/N shrugs, "a little luck never hurt nobody."

"Be safe, out there." Harry brings her in for a hug, holding her tight to his chest before letting her go. Both get lost in the safety and comfort of being in each other's arms; they don't notice Tom slip away or hear Anthony clicking away with his camera.

"Always," Y/N promises.

The flutter in her stomach is stronger now, and it gives her the extra courage to lean up and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"Go shine, H. I love you."

Harry's eyes widen as she steps back, sending him a sheepish smile as he's guided to the back of the stage as he gets ready to go under the stairs to be lifted up to make his grand entrance.

"Shortcake!" His voice booming, begging for her to go back to him.

Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She didn't expect to let the bomb drop, especially minutes before one of his biggest shows. Except that they kept getting interrupted, and she knows Harry. She knows him so well that he would not bring it up until he found the perfect moment again. There was no chance of knowing when that would be again. So she took the opportunity and ran.

Y/N turns around, blowing him a kiss as she hears him call for her again, but he's needed on stage, and she needs to be a good friend and manager cheering for him. Y/N hurries to catch up with Glenne wanting to catch Harry as soon as he is on stage. There is a very important conversation that will need to take place after.

There's no surprise to how excellent Harry was doing on stage. He was born for this. Thrived off the energy the crowd was giving back to him, but most importantly, he loved doing it. Harry always put his entire heart into the performance, which always made him stand out to Y/N. She knows she will never get tired of watching him on stage.

Every moment is special, from opening up with his latest single to singing Harry and Y/N's go-to karaoke song with Lizzo. Then for the briefest second wears a pink cowboy hat he managed to catch. He did not look her way, not for a second, but she knew it was for her.

"Now, this song, I wrote a few years ago. When someone special to me shifted from a friend to my best friend. This is 'late night talking.'"

Y/N feels herself freeze. Harry didn't tell her this. She had listened to the album countless times and never assumed any could be about her.

"Most are heavily inspired by you." She sees Tom (Kid Harpoon) leaning in close, sharing one of Harry's well-kept secrets.

"The entire album?"

"You're all he talks about."

"But he?" Y/N freezes.

It couldn't be.

Harry's gone out on dates. He's had flings. There was even that potential relationship, but he shut that down quickly once he saw how his partner didn't get along with her. Her failed dates always led her to spending the night at Harry's. Y/N seemed to be at the center of everything. If Harry was involved, she was around and vice versa. They were each other's better halves. It took them too long.

Now Y/N may have said the words right before Harry took the stage. It seemed this was how she left Harry to make his confession through what he knows best, music and the friends around them.

"He loves you." Glenne squeezes Y/N's hand, guiding her attention back to the stage.

"And I love him."

As the show was coming to a close, she made her way backstage alone. Y/N was a woman on a mission, and nothing would stop her. She needed to speak with Harry, and she knew everyone would come swarming soon enough.

Harry is still shining bright as he sings the final song for the night, while Y/N feels like she might explode as she counts down the seconds until he's at her side. Y/N spotted Lizzo watching from the side stage as well. When given the opportunity to see Harry from a different perspective, she knows that everyone says yes; only a fool would say no.

As much as Y/N loves when he tries to spot her in the crowd sending her a smile or blowing her a kiss, and his personal favorite swaying his hips at her to get a laugh out of her, which he always accomplishes. Y/N's favorite spot was right there, off to the side, so the first thing she could see was the disbelief falling over Harry as he realized what a show it was. The smile that takes place is one she thinks about often. It's pure joy and special only for his team to see. The rare moment he openly reflects in front of everyone that this is his job and he loves everyone second of it, not sure how to display how grateful he is for each person in his life. But they know. Y/N knows.

Y/N backs away from the edge to move further behind the curtains where Harry will no longer be visible to the crowd. He does a final wave, removing his in-ears and turning off the mic box clipped to his waist. Harry quickly hands it off to Pez, who is patiently waiting. Pez walked away as quickly as he appeared.

Harry took one look around the room before his eyes landed on Y/N. She also looked around, making sure it was her he was looking at. It only proved to be true when he started walking straight toward her. A serious look on his face, no smile, no frown. She couldn't tell if he was angry or happy. It's as if he put a shield around himself that blocked her from seeing him.

"Harry," she voiced carefully, her hands up as she was going in defense as if it would help calm him down if that was needed.

He didn't say a word. No, what Harry did next surprised her to the core. He took one look around her, then a look around the now empty backstage, and he kissed her.

Harry kissed her.

His soft pink lips connected with hers in a breathtaking kiss that left her frozen for a second. Her brain turned to mush, and she forgot how to move. When she felt him begin to pull away, she reacted. Her arms snaked around under the pink jeweled vest and rested on his warm back pulling him closer against her. She kissed him back, finding a steady rhythm as they let their mouths get acquainted.

Y/N never wanted this to end, never wanted to go back to not having his lips against hers.

Harry pulls away breathless, Y/N fears he's going to leave, and she tightens her hands resting on his hips. He chuckles, leaning his head down to press a kiss on her forehead.

"Not going anywhere."

The look in his eyes is sincere. She knows he means it.

"What was that?"

"Believe that's what you call a kiss, shortcake."

She bites back a laugh, "H, was that just a friendly kiss."

Harry laughs out loud, and she feels it warm her heart. That she pulled that out of him. "You go around kissing all your friends like that, love?" He's teasing her, and she loves it.

"No, course not."

"Well, neither do I."

Good.

That's good.

This means…what does it mean?

Harry leans in again to kiss her, but she stops him. He pouts, not at all hiding his disappointment. "Come here, kiss me."

"Wait…"

He makes it hard to resist him, but she persists. "What, shortcake?"

"Are you just trying to get some of tonight's adrenaline out?" She gestures to his problem that's straining against his pink trousers.

He looks surprised at her question. Harry shakes his head, his eyes full of amusement.

"Oh, my precious baby."

She frowns, "H?"

"What did you tell me before the show?"

Y/N feels a heat rush to her face. "You know what I said."

He tuts, clicking his tongue. "Tell me."

"I love you," Y/N breathes out. "That's what I said."

Harry can't stop himself and leans in to steal a quick kiss. "My secret, my big secret, Y/N. It's that I love you. Might have loved you since you held my hand as I threw up after I got food poisoning."

"Not your finest moment."

He chuckles, "no, it was not, but you were there."

"Well, you called me."

"Didn't have to show up."

Y/N sighs, "course I had to. You've been there for me."

"And I always will be."

She feels happy this conversation took place. Also, extremely sad they tiptoed around each other for so long when they could have been doing something entirely different. Could have been loving each other with no fear. But honestly, she wouldn't change anything for a moment because she knew she would have ended up here no matter what.

Harry's done talking; they can figure out the rest later. He decides to take them out of the open space, taking her to a secluded corner, not having the patience to wait to make the walk to his private trailer. Harry has her pressed against the wall, his lips against her as he ravishes her. It's fast and hot; she's moving against him, trying her best not to strip him naked and have him take her then and there.

Y/N's lost in exploring his mouth when he freezes, pulling away from her as she chases his lips. Harry laughs lightly while looking around to see if someone is coming by. When Y/N hears it, someone calls his name.

"Fuck," she mutters. They must be waiting for him to change.

"We need to go; we need to see what they want."

Y/N doesn't like that idea. She has him alone, and she's not going to give him up that easily. She takes a second to think, and then it hits her. All they need to do is send a text. It'll roughly get them half an hour. For right now, it will have to be enough.

Instead of sharing this with Harry, she brings his lips down to hers. She's addicted now, and the taste of his lips is all she craves. Y/N bites down lightly on his bottom lip, pulling out a gasp from Harry.

"Shh…quiet, baby." She teases.

Harry whimpers against her hand, covering his mouth. She places kisses on his open chest, her teeth grazing over his pulse point. His hands-on her waist hold her tight, and she knows there will be bruises tomorrow. Something she'll look forward to admiring.

"They're going to hear you, H." She teases but never stops her kisses. She wants to leave bruises. Y/N wants him to look in the mirror and see a reminder of her on his skin.

"We need to go, love," he mutters as Y/N lowers her hand, trying his best to hold back a moan.

"Here's what we're going to do." She whispers, making sure he's listening as he gives her an okay. Y/N can't stop herself from kissing every inch of her skin. It's why they need to get back to his dressing room. "I'm going to text Jeff that you need some time alone to decompress. You'll leave the Gucci pieces in the dressing room to be picked up in the next hour."

"Only an hour," he frowns.

"Greedy, baby."

Harry doesn't deny it.

"That's all the time we have here. We won't be leaving your room all night after the party."

"After!" His eyes widened in disappointment.

"Oh, you're precious, H." Y/N pecks his lips, not giving him the chance to reciprocate. "You promised her we'd go. Now we will."

"Fine, that's fine."

"Knew you could be good."

Harry moves his right hand up slowly over her jumper. Y/N wants to rip it off in order to feel the cold of his rings. She sees his hand move past her chest and rest on her throat. Y/N holds back a whimper, not having at all expected this. Fuck, she can feel how wet she's getting.

"Now, who said you were in charge, baby."

"Harry," she whines.

He squeezes her throat lightly; Y/N closes her eyes loving the power he has over her. How easily she let him take control. This game of give and take would be one she'd never get tired of.

Y/N takes her phone out of her pocket and shoots the text. Harry and Y/N are rushing down to the trailer as soon as that's done. There is not a single stop made this time; not until they reach the dressing room trailer labeled "HS" do they let out a sigh of relief.

Harry rushes in, pulling Y/N along with him. He doesn't take another second before he pushes her up against the locked room, his lips against hers moving in perfect harmony. It's not as rushed, but there's a lot more heat as Harry rubs his body against hers. Y/N moves her hands to rest on his shoulders and, in one quick motion, pushes down the pink vest, neither caring that it hits the floor, more serious matters to attend to.

Her jumper is neck to go, leaving her in a lilac bralette she had gotten a few weeks prior when she went shopping with Molly, who was in desperate need of girl time. Y/N honestly thought no one would see it, but God, she's glad Harry got to. His reaction was everything she dreamed of; his eyes darkened as they focused on her breasts. She knew they looked good, but his dazed look was just as good a confidence boost.

"Y/N," Harry pants as she moves her lips from his jaw and down to his neck, nipping as she goes. He stops her before she can even reach for his pants button. "No time."

"There's always time," she licks her lips, getting overwhelmed at the thought of getting him in her mouth.

"Fuck," Harry knows they're on a time limit. "As much as I loved that. I need to feel you. Need to be in you."

She sighs, "okay, H."

"Before we go on, I need to say something."

Y/N stills her hands, hearing the shift in his voice. Instead of fighting him on it, as she usually would, she just looks up to meet his stare and gestures for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before pressing a kiss to her head. "I want this. I want late-night talks. I want to hold hands. I want date nights and meeting each other's families. I want it all with you."

She feels her eyes fill up with tears because there's nothing she wants more than to build this beautiful relationship with him. They've been in each other lives for over four years, and she knows that the best is yet to come

"I want that, too. I want it all with you, Harry."

"I promise I will do everything in my power to give you the life you deserve."

Y/N laughs as Harry wipes away a tear that managed to escape, "as long as I have you, it's all okay."

Now that Y/N and Harry know that this is real and finally happening, they get back to the one thing they need most at the moment, each other.

Harry is back on her, kissing her as if he never stopped. She's moaning, holding him by the hips wanting no space between them. Her hands travel over the top, resting on the ferns peeking out. She quickly undoes the button as Harry pushes them down and his boxers. Y/N wants to take him in her mouth, wants to have Harry moaning and writhing because of her, wants to bring him to the edge just enough, wants to tease him until he has enough and comes in her mouth.

Y/N wastes no time bringing her hand to her mouth and licking her hand to get it wet before bringing it back down to touch Harry's hard cock. Harry follows her movement, mesmerized by her touch. She's careful as if he would stop her, she looks up to meet his eyes, and he nods for her to go on. She wraps her hand around his thick length, slowly beginning to pump up and down. His breathing grows harsh, and he throws his head back, letting out a deep moan.

"Baby, baby," he gasps out.

His hand falls over hers, stopping her. She pouts, "want to keep going."

"No, fuck, I need to fuck you."

She liked that idea.

Harry unbuttons her jeans, slipping them down with her black lace panties, her lucky panties. She'd like to say, now more true than ever. In the next second, he turns her around, picks her up by her thighs, and sets her on the vanity. Y/N hisses as the top counter is cold against her skin. She reaches behind her to unclip her bralette, but Harry stops insisting he does it for her.

With one hand, and in seconds, he snaps it free, and she lets it drop in front of her. Harry picks it up and throws it over his shoulder.

Before she can even say anything, Harry's mouth is kissing her breast, and his hand is caressing the other. She lets out a loud moan as he playfully bites her nipples, pulling back to see her reaction.

"Menace," she breathes out heavily.

He giggles, placing kisses up her chest until he reaches her mouth once more. Each kiss was more passionate. She wanted to get lost in this feeling forever.

Harry snakes his hand down her front, parting her thighs as he gets a look at her glistening thighs as she's dripping wet for him.

"Haven't touched you yet, and you're soaked, baby."

"You're just that hot."

Harry smirks, "you know exactly what to say."

She's spread open for him as his hand spreads her juice around. She's moaning, needing more, ready for him to fuck her.

"Enough! Fuck me, H."

He clicks his tongue, "I'm a gentleman. Need to stretch you out first. Need you to cum for me. Can you do that for me?"

She nods as he slips a finger inside, moving it in and out.

"Words, baby?"

"Yes!"

"Good girl."

Harry adds a second finger moving quicker as his thumb flicks her clit. She moves to close her legs, but he stops her wanting to see her cum wanting to see her tighten around him before letting go.

"Close, H. Fuck." She feels her body tighten, but it doesn't stop Harry. If anything, it urges him to move quicker. He pays close attention to her clit. She pulls Harry in by his shoulder, leaning her head on his shoulder. She bites down on Harry's bicep as she feels her orgasm flush through her body. Harry lets out a deep moan at the unexpected pain.

Y/N leans back, head against the mirror as she catches her breath. Harry pulls his fingers out slowly to not overwhelm her.

"Fucking hot, baby."

She giggles breathlessly. Her face feels flushed, and he looks hard. God, she needs him in her.

He brings his hand to his mouth, his eyes locked with her. He slips them inside and lets out a deep groan as he tastes her.

"Taste delicious," he moans as he licks his fingers clean.

"Fucking filthy, H."

He smirks, "ready for me now?"

"Yes, please."

Harry strokes himself two times before going to line himself up. She puts a hand against his chest.

"Better wrap it, or this ends now."

"Say no more."

He reaches down to a bag under the vanity and grabs a few more, falling to the floor at his urgency.

"Prepared?" She states.

He shrugs, "you never know."

"You saying you were going to get with someone tonight?" He instantly picks up the edge to her voice.

Harry laughs, "trying to fight, baby? Course not. Jeff always keeps me stocked, saying he doesn't know when the time would come that I would stop being a baby and finally confess my feelings."

"I'd say let's thank him, but it's none of his business what we do."

Harry gets himself adjusted and lines himself up at her entrance. He meets Y/N's gaze, checking if this is still what she wants; she nods.

"Promise I'll take my time with you after." With that final say, he slips inside of her. They moan together in unison. Harry gives them both a second to get adjusted.

"I'm good," she promises. "Move."

"As you wish," he pulls out and pushes back in. One hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back as he holds her on the edge.

Harry is thrusting in her, moving quickly. She's at his mercy, letting him bring her all the pleasure she desires. Their bodies are close together, her hand at the back of his waist as she presses lingering kisses to his sweaty skin.

His groans fill the room as he does his best to bring more noises out of her. All she can seem to get out is his name. It's enough to urge him to move quicker.

They aren't sure how long they've taken, but they know there isn't much left.

His eyes focused on her, making sure it was not too much. He is focused intently on all her reactions. When he raises his hand to rest on her throat, she clenches around him, making him thrust harder, a loud moan falling from her lips.

"Faster, harder." She begs. "So close."

Harry tightens his grip around her neck, her breathing tightens, but she welcomes this feeling. His hips snap in and out. Y/N pulls his head up by the back of his hair, bringing his mouth to hers. The kiss is fast and heated as they swallow each other's moans.

"Cum with me, baby." He breathes against her mouth.

She brings her hand down to rub her clit as Harry keeps with his hard pace.

Fuck.

A warm feeling washes over her as her orgasm passes through her, and she feels Harry spill in the condom. He keeps his lips connected to her, no longer moving, just breathing each other in.

"It's you. It's always been you," Harry tells her as he runs his hand down her back as they both calm down from their highs.

"Always you," she promises in return.

After a few minutes of holding each other, they realize it's time to go. He pulls out slowly. She hisses at the empty feeling she's left with. Y/N stays sitting as Harry discards the condom and goes to get a rag to clean Y/N and himself up. Helping her off the vanity, holding her still until the shakiness of her legs vanishes. Harry chuckles, proud of himself for leaving her this affected.

"No comments, H."

He holds his hands up defensively, "didn't say anything."

Y/N rolls her eyes as he slips on the extra pair of boxers he had in the small bag with his undergarments by the hangers. She decides to get dressed, leaving Harry to pick up the designer and now wrinkled Gucci clothing.

There's a shift in the air, domesticity settling over them. It's… it's nice. Everything they both dreamed of having.

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Harry is finishing hanging up his pink bedazzled outfit while Y/N gets him his spare clothes out of his bag. He declined a shower, stating he wanted to keep her smell on him. She handed him his favorite Gucci lowrise jeans, a plain white t-shirt, and a new cardigan he had received from Lambert.

Y/N smiles as she sees Harry putting on his clothes, all the bruises on his chest now hidden only for her eyes to see. She finishes dressing as Harry’s phone rings. They both let it go to voicemail, knowing they'd call back if it was important enough.

“You know that was fun.” She jokes.

“Yeah, that wasn’t even my best.” He teases.

“Mine either,” she throws back.

“Can’t wait for later tonight then,”

“You don’t even know what you have coming, Styles.”

“Hopefully you.”

Y/N kisses him because she can. Moving away from him to throw on another sweater, not wanting to deal with the other Harry threw, having it land near a spilled water they didn’t even notice they dropped.

“We’ll leave the party early tonight?” Harry asks.

“Only if you’ll take me to Billie’s set tomorrow?”

“Did I not fuck you hard enough that you’re able to think about tomorrow’s show?”

She giggles, slipping the green Pleasing hoodie over your head.

“H?” She’s waiting for a response.

Harry curses under his breath pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he brings her into his chest, taking in her warmth. “Yes, brat. we’ll go.”

Y/N frowns and shifts herself in his hold to look up at him. “Not a brat, H. It’s because of her special guest I must be there.” The excitement is evident in her voice, and there’s no way he’ll say no. Her special guest is a good friend of Y/N’s, having met her when she was just a mere intern years ago.

“Fine, but everyone’s going.”

She shrugs as if she doesn’t love the idea of everyone joining them. It’s safer anyway.

“Promise to hold me and dance with me.”

“Forever and ever, shortcake.”

Forever sounds good enough for Y/N.

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Wrapped around your finger

Harry Styles x fem! Reader

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y/nupdates: Y/n L/n was seen leaving the airport. Her long-time boyfriend, Harry Styles, is set to headline Coachella, which the fans have dubbed ‘harrychella’. L/n performed there last weekend only to go to New York for an unknown reason, and has now returned to support her bf for weekend 2.

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harryskitchen: STOP I LOVE HER SM

urfavharryfan: she’s just so 🫶🫶🫶

matildashouse: she’s so cute 💗

dreamsatthestyleshouse: my gf looks so cute here wowowwowowow

harrystylessource: if my girl doesn’t travel back and forth just to be able to make it to my special moments then I don’t want her.

y/nl/nsource: Not to mention that as of 3 minutes ago y/n changed her instagram bio, adding “#1 Sarah Jones fan (real)” in reference to the “___ girlfriend (real)” twitter and instagram trend. liked by y/nupdates, and pillowpersonpp

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harry_lambert: everyone’s favorite rockstar couple during choachella 1 & 2 ❤️‍🔥

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yourfriend: mr. lambert… you devil! you made these dorks look absolutely stunning. you’re magic!

annetwist: Pink, pink, and more pink! 💗 I love it

irinashayk: those looks are hot hot hot!!!

ellenvonunwerth: They are the COUPLE of the DECADE

chloeburcham: Y/n’s performance - killed it! looked badass (all thanks to you, Harry lambert) and the energy in the crowd and on stage is unmatched! Harry’s performance - mindblowing! looked gorgeous and was show-stopping, glorious! oh my god! liked by harry_lambert, gemmastyles, therealy/n and others

mollyjane_X: Such hardworking and talented souls these two are! Unforgettable night!

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therealy/n: I'm begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans. That's my man.

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taylorswift: see the dimples first and then you hear the accent, amirite? ⤿ therealy/n: omg

lookitsnyoh: get a room you two

lesleyannbrandt: Oh young love 💕

gemmastyles: yeah but I’m the funnier one and the prettier one and the first styles sibling to win your heart! liked by therealy/n

michalmlynowski: double date later

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anthonypham: me in the mirror, brush in hand, singing Elton John in the bathroom

yourfriend: you said “love made me crazy, if it doesn’t you ain’t doin it right” ⤿ therealy/n: lord save me my drug is my baby ;) ⤿ hshq: I’ll be usin’ for the rest of my life..

annetwist: Oh my love bugs!! So supportive of one another !!

oliviarodrigo: mom and dad looking good and sounding amazing!!

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LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles.

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room.

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch.

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you.

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving.

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly.

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..."

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

A security guard knocked on the window, causing you guys to jump apart. Harry scowled at the man before getting out of the car and leading you into the main halls of the local art gallery. You loved art and were waiting to get a chance to visit this one. You looked over in surprise and Harry simple smiled, nervously. He led you into the main hall which had an immaculate painting of two interlaced swans.

Gulping lightly, Harry turned towards you.

"The song I played before? I mean every word of it, babe. I'd follow you to the ends of the world, without blinking an eye. Everyday I constantly find myself doing stuff to see you smile. Its the most precious thing in the world. I'll help you through all the highs and lows of your life if you'd let me. Would you, the love of my life, make me the most damn luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He bent down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box, with the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

You were ecstatic at the act. Your mind went on overdrive and you found yourself imagining a life with Harry as your husband. You nodded excitedly, unable to form coherent words, tears streaming down your face. Harry slipped the ring into your finger and kissed you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw tears in his eyes.

"Here's to more late night takings"

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Harry’s reaction to this mini fan project is making my heart soar, look at how happy he looks :,,,,,>

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Harry Styles wallpapers.

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Boyfriends

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better homes & gardens 🌾

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music for a sushi restaurant…🥢🥡

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tinydestinybear · 2 years

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💐 sweet dadrry interaction with his wife and bubs at Coachella possibly? If you haven’t gotten a similar requests of course! 💐

thank you so much for sending this in, i hope you enjoy reading 🤍

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Harry never thought he’d feel this happy ever but now that he sees you and your little bub enjoy in the crowd, it’s something he knows he’s never getting over anytime soon. The sight of you two swaying to the music, giggling and your bub’s little hand movements has him constantly peering over at your direction.

He has a giddy smile on his face when he sees your bub laugh happily, pointing towards him on the screen for you. It had been such a nerve wrecking day for him but throughout the day you had both made it very much calming for him.

Harry had gone to sleep a little late as he went over some of his vocal practices in the living area of your suite to help soothe his voice and sound better but it was really just the constant stress of performing well that kept him awake.

He was just going over the important key parts in Late Night Talking when your little one came out crawling, supposedly in search for their dada. Maybe it’s just the newly dad fever of seeing their kid but whenever he sees the little one, he feels all of his stress and worries disappear.

“Hi, what are we upto hm?” He said as he stood up to take them in his arms.

He feels a relived sigh leave when they cuddle their head close to his neck, “Slewp please?”

“Ah yes. Then you got up to get me back?” He has a small talk with his kid where he pretends to understand everything they’re saying as he walks them back to their bedroom.

He gets them under the cover in the middle before he joins you two and wraps the blanket over again. As he watches you both fall asleep, he recalls how excited you were when he had disclosed this information to you. You had prepared a celebration cake for him yourself and it was such a small yet beautiful, sweet gesture from your end - definitely thanked you enough for always supporting him.

He also recalls how you two have been a part of his outfit trials, practices (and how you got upset and later teased him about how he wasn’t letting you know who his surprise guest was) and how you’ve seen him be so particular about doing well at this stage. He remembers the little gasp the bub let out at seeing the huge gucci coats and how tiny they looked when you both made him try it out for fun.

Behind this stage, he holds so many such memories that he finds himself grateful to be able to perform the two days.

This evening when you had surprised Harry with a few balloons saying ‘Good luck!’ and one which said ‘Harry at Coachella’ at his dressing tent, he couldn’t even stop thinking of how lucky he was to have someone as supportive as you. He’d watch the bub play with the balloons on his lap and then jump around with them while he got ready for the stage.

A few minutes before the beginning, he’s trying to calm himself down when you both run down to him for one last wish. The bub’s quick to take their turn before muttering proudly, “Good luck Dada!” and leaves a kiss on Harry’s cheek after telling him to bend down slightly. They are randomly playing with the little pattern on their dad’s outfit when you speak, “I know this is very nervous for you but please remember that you’ve given your best Harry and I’ve seen you do it before, you’ll do amazing this time too.”

You’re never used to seeing Harry nervous and you know it’s an emotion everyone experiences before they give their best but it’s safe to say you hope to make it better in any way you can.

Harry’s hugging you before you know it with a strong yet soft hold on you - a tradition between the two of you; your soft taps on his back that let him know that he’s got this and that you’ll be watching him by the side. “Thank you m’love, it’s all for you two.”

He holds your hand, your fingers gently caressing his palm as you three walk down to the platform together. You and the bub are waving to him as he walks to his position.

There’s an overwhelmingly proud feeling growing in your heart at how much Harry has come along and to see him create a world of his own in these past minutes as the crowd joins along makes you a little teary-eyed. It gets even more heart warming when you spot a few fans in the front with a poster celebrating Harry’s stage at Coachella.

Back to present when you’ve joined a few of his friends in the crowd, he spots the little one slightly sway on your shoulders to the beats of golden starting and he just can’t control himself from saying, “Hi little one and mama! This one’s for you two.” And the little wiggle your little one does with their hands, the largest grin on their face is definitely displayed on the screen.

You enjoy the rest of his show even the songs which are coming up in his new album. But what you don’t expect is to see Harry’s own inspiration and one of your favourite artists from childhood to appear, Shania Twain. You’re cheering out loud as you watch Harry and Shania sing along to Man, I Feel Like A Woman, their shiny coordinated outfit and how they both bring so much energy to the stage. When Harry’s performance comes to an end, he’s blowing off kisses to the crowd and waving at them before he rushes backstage to meet you.

It’s as if all he sees is you while the little one’s now asleep in their travelling cot. He’s thanking everyone for their hardwork before you walk towards each other and you lean up to leave a kiss on his lips as you gently ruffle his hair with your hand, “You did so so well H, I’m proud of you.”

He’s holding you close by the waist for the rest of the time, wanting to feel your presence around – a little tired from the stage but nonetheless very welcoming to everyone. A few minutes later, Shania enters after an outfit change and Harry’s turning towards her so that his wife and Shania can finally meet. He watches as you welcome Shania with a hug, “It’s such a pleasure to meet you. You both absolutely killed the stage!”

“Trust me, that’s all because of Harry and his band. They made it very comfortable for me to join in.”

It absolutely feels surreal to you to meet her in person so you use the time to chat with her about everything you’ve ever thought of her works while Harry watches you two get comfortable with a smile on his face as he excuses himself and converses with the others. It doesn’t even feel very foreign to speak to her nor do you realise it’s been a good thirty minutes of you talking with her but the night had to end so you decide to take a picture of everyone together as a memory of this beautiful day.

The inner fan within you absolutely screams when Shania gets a small gift for your little one and one for you and Harry as well.

“He’s absolutely smitten by you. I hope you two rather three now always stay happy,” She says teasingly as you thank her for the gift.

You end the day 1′s excitement and rush by taking a picture of you three together, close and bundled up later in the hotel room. It all returns back to the previous night when Harry felt so comforted just by your presence.

He looks up at you with slightly teary eyes yet a wide smile on his face, “Thank you for your support m’love, can’t thank you enough ever.”

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We're Having A Baby H.S

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Summary: Y/N has the crowd help her out by telling Harry She's pregnant

Request: No

Warnings: Cursing (Out of happiness) pure fluff and wholesome-ness, small talk of struggling too conceive

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (they're married)

MC: Harry Styles, y/n

Rate: 16+

Word Count: 2395

Repost/translations: No

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Thought of on: May 11th 2022

Written on: May 11th 2022

*Y/N’s POV*

“Hey guys!” I grinned, holding the microphone to my face as I walked out on stage.

Everyone yelled, causing the butterflies to grow in my stomach.

“The opener is sadly not feeling good and hold your boos! But I hope it’s okay if I come out and hang out with you guys for half an hour?” I asked the crowd and I heard their screams, causing my smile to get bigger.

“I know it wasn’t what you guys paid for… but I thought maybe we could play a game? Do a q and a?” I asked, trying to gauge their reaction.

Harry’s fans and I have a pretty good relationship. It took a couple years, and a lot of effort on my end, but after being married for 5 years, and dating for 3, we have finally got an understanding with each other. It has made attending tour, or getting papped with Harry a lot easier.

“I’m kind of stalling, waiting for Harry to get out of the building before I tell you my actual plan” I whispered into the microphone, the crowd erupting in screams.

I did a q and a for a little bit until Harry’s PA walked out and told me Harry is outside and I had about 10 minutes before Harry would get back.

I informed the crowd that this would have to be quick and I took a deep breath.

“So, during Kiwi tonight, I want you guys to pull out the signs that are under your seat” I informed, my hands shaking a little bit.

“I um.. Have this surprise for Harry.. And it would truly mean a lot for both of us if you guys were included” I smiled, watching people pick up the signs, and reading them.

“OH MY GOD!” Some girl loudly screamed, causing me to laugh.

The sign they were all holding was “She’s having your baby” in big bold font and seeing the crowd holding the signs caused her a lot of anxiety.

She knew this was a good thing, and that Harry would be extremely happy since they had been trying for a while… but she was still unsure if he would like the plan she had, or if he would’ve preferred something more private.

I knew their fans would love to be involved in something so personal to him… but would he have rather me told him one bright and early morning?

“Congratulations!” People started yelling and I smiled, thanking them.

“The plan is to hold these up once he sings “She said she’s having your baby”, now we have to make sure he doesn’t do it like five times in a row” I snickered. “But I have the pregnancy test with me, and my own sign for him that reads “It’s your business” now before you twitter fans come at me! I know it’s cliché, and stupid or whatever, but I’m too tired and sick to think of something better” I laughed, slowly making my way across the big stage.

“Okay, this stays between us, and please, please, please, don’t show him before it’s time” I begged, afraid someone will spill the beans.

“I better switch the topic before my protective husband comes back inside and makes us all pay for it” I giggled.

“Hey sweetheart” Harry pulled me by the waist, kissing me softly.

“Hi baby, are you ready for your show tonight?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair, making sure I didn’t mess it up.

“Always ready. You know that” He kissed the side of my head.

“No nerves?” I questioned, knowing he at least had a few jitters here and there.

“Why? Should I be nervous? What do you know? You’re a terrible liar” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

Harry’s hands slipped into the pockets of my jeans, resting against my ass.

“Don’t make me squeeze, tell me” He murmured against my ear and I shook my head.

“You’re going to grope me in front of everyone?” I asked softly, knowing we were not alone right now.

“they’ve walked in on worse” He kissed behind my ear before we heard someone clear their throat.

“Alright, love birds. He needs to be on stage in 15, you two can find a room later” Jeff clapped his hands at us and Harry groaned, squeezing my ass before letting me go.

“See you out there, right?” Harry asked and I nodded, kissing his lips quickly.

“Good Luck, I love you” I waved quickly before exiting the room, a security guard leading me to the middle of the arena.

“Y/N!” A fan yelled and I waved, walking over towards her.

“Hey! How are you? Are you here with anyone tonight?” I asked her and she nodded, pointing over towards the guy next to her.

“I hope you guys have fun! I’m excited” I smiled, talking to her for a moment before taking a quick selfie and heading over towards Harry and I’s mutual friend.

The show started, and I tried to have as much fun as possible whilst also staying hydrated.

Being pregnant has definitely made attending shows a little harder than I thought it would.

I knew the stage lights made Harry sweat a ton, but I didn’t think it would affect me too much.

The closer we got to Kiwi, I instinctively found myself holding my hands on my tiny bump.

I had to be careful because Harry kept looking over at me in the crowd, so I tried to do the movements when his back was towards me.

The very second the lights went dark and the crowd started screaming, my heart started racing.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, all the boys they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck” He sang and I swear my heart was going to explode out of my chest, myself picking up the sign I had stored with his manager.

“She’s driving me crazy! But I’m into it, but I’m into it… I’m kinda into it!” He smirked over towards my direction and I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well he wrote this after we argued all night over something stupid.

“It’s getting crazy! I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it, she said I’m having your baby” He sang and all the signs went up, my heart racing as I watched his eyes be closed, making it so much worse.

Harry freaking Styles open your goddamn eyes or I swear to god!

“It’s none of your business!” he sang and the second time, his eyes opened and I saw them scan the crowd, appearing to try and read the signs, and that’s when it happened.

The endless sight of “She’s having your baby” raised in the air, on show for everyone to see.

I watched his eyes quickly dart over to me, confused, and I held up my sign that read “It’s your business” with a hand drawn Clear Blue pregnancy stick that had a plus in the middle.

The real pregnancy stick clenched in my hand.

“Wa-wa-wa-wait!” Harry stuttered, having the music stop as his jaw was dropped.

“Are you-?” He asked and I quickly nodded, watching the huge grin take over his face.

He quickly put the corded microphone in the stand, running to the side stage stairs.

At first I was very confused, but the confusion was quickly cleared up when security ran with him over towards me.

Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissing my lips.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, and I nodded, tears falling down my face.

“Oh my god. Y/N!”

“Are you mad?” I asked, afraid I made the wrong choice.

Harry quickly shook his head, the huge smile still placed on his face.

“Why would I be mad? You’re having my baby!” He yelled at the end, the crowd screaming as I laughed.

“Are you mad I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked and he shook his head, wiping the tears off my face.

He quickly dropped to his knees, Helene taking photos as he placed his lips on my stomach.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, carefully pulling me behind him.

We climbed up the stairs, the bright lights hitting my eyes as I stared out into the endless sea of cameras.

“SHE’S HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled into the microphone, the crowd screaming as I blushed.

“And it’s all of his business” I giggled, a huge smile taking over both of our faces.

“My wife ladies and gentleman” Harry cheered, motioning towards me.

“I will finish up kiwi in a second, but I’m just going to ask.. How?” He asked me and I smirked, biting my lower lip out of nerves.

“How what?”

“How did you do this without me knowing.. I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE LYING TO ME!” He pointed his finger at me, myself laughing.

“I KEPT IT A SECRET THOUGH! I’m more impressed that your fans did!” I gave a round of applause to the crowd, not being able to take the smile off my face even if I wanted to.

I watched Harry finish his show, nursing the bottle of water on side stage.

When the show ended, his team and I made our way towards his dressing room.

I got settled on the couch, waiting for my husband to enter the room.

I definitely wasn’t feeling good.

The heat of the stage, and the thousands of people along with the nerves was definitely making my stomach feel queasy.

Morning sickness has been quite the challenge, and hiding it from Harry has been almost just as miserable.

The door quickly opened and I watched him enter shirtless, his eyes darting around the room before finding me.

He very quickly made his way over to me, throwing himself on top of me.

“Woah” I laughed, glad he braced himself on the edge of the sofa.

“You’re having my baby” He muttered and I laughed, nodding.

“You going to keep repeating it?” I questioned and he nodded.

“You’re having my baby” He said again, taking his face out of the crook of my neck.

“I am”

“Holy shit you’re having my baby” He repeated, yet again and I giggled, nodding.

“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled, jumping back, startling me.

“I am” I reassured and he laughed, his head thrown back out of pure joy.

“Holy crap” He breathed out, and I sat on the couch, still slightly startled by his outburst.

“Do you need a moment? Would you like me to leave?” I asked and he quickly shook his head.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever. You’re going to be attached to my hip for the rest of our lives” He told me and I grinned.

“That's how we got in this situation” I teased and he smirked back at me.

“I can’t.. You’re having my baby” He yet again told me and I just laughed, nodding.

We sat in this green room for about 10 minutes of Harry pacing back and forth in disbelief. Every once in a while walking over to kiss or hug me.

“We tried for so long.. For so so so long to having a baby.. And you’re pregnant. Oh my god you’re fucking pregnant Y/N” He laughed, giddiness to every single word that left his pretty little mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked again, anxiety creeping up.

“Of course not baby. I love that you included my fans. All of my favorite people told me the best news ever. I love you so fucking much! Oh my god you’re going to be the best mum ever! I impregnated you. You’re having my baby. Holy shit I’m having a baby!” He grinned, standing in front of me with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m going to spoil the hell out of this child. I hope it’s a girl. I want to buy her all the dresses and the sparkly things and-” He started rambling and I laughed, standing up and pressing my lips against his.

“One step at a time darling. We’re having a baby” I whispered, pecking his lips softly.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated to me and I nodded, both of us smiling.

“I’ll remind you again later, but our first appointment is before we leave for Manchester. It’s two days before” I informed him and he nodded, pulling out his phone.

“I put it into our shared calendar while you were on stage” I grinned and he smirked at me.

“You had everything figured out didn’t you” He gave me a look and I nodded, grinning as I bit my lower lip.

“Everyone knew but you. Your mum knows. So does Gem” I told him and he shook his head at me, trying to hold in the smile.

“Am I the last one to know?” He asked and I shrugged, trying to hold back my own sneaky smile.

“Y/N” he shook his head at me and my smile broke out.

“I’m sorry! I was excited! We’re having a baby!” I yelled, throwing my arms out to my sides.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated, making me giggle.

“We’re having a baby” I replied back in a soft voice.

“Oh I have so many plans! The nursery, the outfits! Oh the outfits! I’m buying that baby gucci everything! Head to toe. Gucci” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

“But what about Saint Luarent?” I asked and he gave me the stink eye.

“We absolutely will not be dressing my baby in Saint Laurent”

“Why!” I cackled and he shook his head at me, still grinning.

“The styles name won’t be caught dead in Saint Laurent” He told me and this time I rolled my eyes.

“You literally wore Saint Laurent the other day”

“That’s not the same. My baby will be dressed better than me. This baby is my pride and joy. It will be carrying the family name. The legacy. Gucci, and Gucci only”

“But what about your mum's homemade outfits?” I asked and he sighed.

“Fine. Gucci and my mums homemade outfits”

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HARRYCHELLA N.1

A/N: Hey lovies!! 💚 Sorry this took forever (going through finals rn yuck) anyways this was longer than expected...enjoy!

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, fiancé!harry

SUMMARY: It’s Harry’s first night performing for Coachella and he doesn’t tell YN who his surprise guests are. (3.1k)

Since 2010 Masterlist

YN gets out of the back seat of the black Range Rover, her manager following suit as they make their way towards Harry’s sectioned off tents on the large field. Tonight is the first night of Harry’s performances for Coachella and to say that the couple was excited was an understatement. YN can barely keep herself together so she can’t even begin to fathom how Harry must be feeling right now.

Once the two women enter the big, white tent, YN could barely get a word out before she hears her name being called. Harry practically runs over to her and engulfs her in a hug, a bright smile on each other's faces.

Earlier this month, Harry flew to America to begin his rehearsals for Coachella while YN stayed back in Europe to continue her first leg of her tour. The couple called, texted, and facetimed every chance they got.

...

“How was the show?” Harry’s voice comes through the speakers of her phone. She has him propped up a box of complimentary soap from the hotel she’s staying in so that way she can look to her fiancé as she goes through her night routine.

Harry’s sitting on the bottom step of the white staircase he’s going to use for his performance in his rehearsal space. He can’t help the way his heart strings tug when he looks at how cute and comfy YN looks. She’s wearing his lavender robe with her hair pushed back by a mint, fluffy headband. A soft smile sits on his face as he watches her constantly have to push back the big sleeves of his robe as she rubs various products on her face.

“It was absolutely amazin’. There were a concerning number of signs that fans had asking me to marry em though.” YN smiles knowingly at the man through the screen. She knows that that kind of information can make him unreasonably jealous, possessive. She may or may not find it amusing and incredibly sexy when he gets like that. Harry knows this as much as she does but the sight of the ring he gave her shining under the bathroom lights, he can’t help but feel anything other than love and permanence.

“I miss you.” Harry’s voice rings softly through her phone speaker. YN’s quite taken back by his rare reaction but her heart only continues to grow out of love for him.

“I miss you, too, baby. But I’ll see you in a few days, yeh? Can’t miss my fiancé headline his first music festival now can we?”

“M’really excited. Can’t wait for you to see everything.” Back in 2020 when the couple got the news that Harry would not only be performing at one of the world’s most popular music festivals but headlining it, YN unashamedly ran around her house, screaming and shouting out words of excitement and disbelief.

“Me too. M’still mad at you for not telling me who you're bringing out though. You should be lucky m’facetiming you right now.” YN gives him a playful, pointed look, knowing full well she can’t go a full day without some form of communication with him. It still doesn’t change the fact that she’s mad for being left in the dark about his surprise musical guests. Usually he couldn’t keep himself from anixiously ranting to her about how excited he is to perform with this artist or how he can’t believe that after so many years of listening to their music he will be singing with them on stage.

"It will be worth the wait, lovie. I promise." YN nods understandingly and pats a towel to her face. She halts her movements completely before looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Stevie Nicks?”

“Nope.”

“Damn.”

Harry chuckles at the woman on his screen and rubs his cheek. He looks around the rehearsal room and can imagine the massive field before him. He can almost hear the sound of screaming fans and the heat from the blinding lights. He then looks off to the side of the stage and almost sees his love standing there, cheering and dancing from her spot.

“Just want you here with me already.”

“Me too. I’ll be right by your side before you know it. Jeff is already letting me stand in the wings. M’pratically gonna be on stage with yeh.” YN says before closing her eyes to rub moisturizer all over her face. Harry’s grateful for her actions as his smile would have certainly given away his antics.

“Basically, yeah."

...

After a mini reunion, it was time for the popstars to get dressed. Alessandro and Harry Lambert decided to keep the couple’s tradition of matching outfits and the couple was immediately on board. YN exits one of the makeshift dressing rooms with an outfit made out of the same material as Harry’s. She wears a rainbow sequin miniskirt, a matching, off the shoulder, long sleeve crop top, and black velvet thigh-high heeled boots.

“Well, look at you.” YN turns around to see Harry smirking. He’s dressed in his sequined jumpsuit with a big coat and she ponders the infamous question of how the heck can he look so good in everything he wears. Harry pulls her in by her waist to give her a much needed hug. “Gorgeous.” He says into her cheek.

“And you,” YN threads her fingers through his black, fluffy coat. “Look like emo Big Bird.” YN giggles when Harry playfully pinches the exposed skin of her torso.

“Brat.”

“10 minutes till stage, guys.” One of the backstage crew members tells them. Harry threads his fingers with YN’s as they both head outside to the backlot of Coachella’s main stage. Her manager and his team talk amongst themselves and trail behind the couple. The crew members flash their flashlights to the floor as they begin to navigate the dark area.

They can begin to see some of the crowd through the gaps of the stage set up. Harry’s grip tightens as his nerves begin to kick in. YN quickly but causally maneuvers him so that he stands with this back to the crowd. She knows how nervous he can get before a show, but this is on a whole different level. Harry hasn’t performed to a crowd this big before, it’s wholly life-changing. YN remembers how scared she was to perform at her first music festival and she will not let Harry’s worries ruin his night.

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath with me, yeh?” Harry nods and squeezes his eyes shut, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. After a couple more breaths, when YN opens her eyes she sees his familiar smile. She feels her cheeks heat up from his stare. How is it that even after all these years, he still manages to have this affect on her? “M’real proud of you.”

“C’mere.” Harry opens the front of his coat and YN gladly wraps her arms around his torso while he engulfs her in the fluffy material. She giggles as some of the fluff nips at her nose.

It’s not long before they see Harry’s band come backstage. They talk a bit with Mitch and Sarah before it’s officially time to head onto the main stage. YN begins to see Harry fall into his usual pre-performance state as she follows him and his crew further backstage. He lightly bounces from foot to foot, the fluffy coat moving fluidly with him. The sound from the intro video booms throughout the stage.

YN stands off to the side, being respectful of everyone’s space as she knows from personal experience how hectic the beginning part of a show can be. It isn’t until Harry beckons her over with a curl of his fingers that she goes over to where he’s crouched down on the rising platform. Once she’s on the same level as him, he gives her a quick exhale through his mouth, nodding to her in reassurance. YN places a gentle hand on his.

“Y’ready, rockstar?”

“Almost.” He huffs out.

“What else do you need?” YN furrows her eyebrows in concern. “Anything I can get you?”

Harry’s lip curls up in a teasing smile. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

Before Harry’s first show for his first solo tour, he couldn’t keep still. As excited as he was, Harry was utterly terrified. He was constantly pacing, his hands would tremble in nerves, and, worst of all, he would get inside his head. Jeff called her over to his dressing room in a cry for help, no one being able to sooth him the way she can. It did help him some, but YN still felt hopeless seeing him that way. She racked her brain trying to figure out a way to subdue his anxiety as they made their way backstage.

YN couldn’t let him go on stage like that.

So as the backstage crew members prepared amongst themselves in a hudle, YN grabbed Harry’s arm making him turn around to face her. Without a second thought, she gripped the back of his neck, stood on the balls of her feet, and pressed her lips to his. It had only been a couple of months after the Jamaica trip and they’ve shared a few friendly kisses since then. It could have been seen as a friend helping out another calm their nerves, a mere act of kindness. Or maybe it was a hint of her deeper feelings for him.

Call it what you’d like, but YN knew it worked once she felt his lips move against hers, his shoulders fell from their pitched position and his shaky hands became steady on her cheeks. His whole demeanor took a 180: the crease in between her eyebrows was nowhere to be seen and his dimples dug into his cheeks. Harry practically skipped his way onto the stage after that.

“Really?” YN’s eyes glimmer wide with amusement and excitement. The couple always tries to keep their PDA to a minimum for privacy reasons so it’s a bit surprising yet exciting to see Harry wanting to continue their ritual in front of the backstage crew for his biggest performance yet.

She giggles when Harry opens his coat once again. Since he’s in a crouched position, the coat is big enough for him to lean his head down and be covered from watchful eyes.

“M’not one for breaking tradition.” He smiles at her before she meets him halfway for a sweet kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” YN takes in the sight of the man in front of her and thinks about how far he's come since his first solo show all those years ago. Before she thinks about it too much to the point of crying, YN gives his knee a quick pat. “Now go sing about fruit.”

Harry laughs as he stands back up, cocking his head to the side with a quick raise of his eyebrows.

“If that’s what you wanna call it. See you in a bit.”

YN blows a kiss his way and smiles at the way he acts like it hit him in the face. She’s quickly escorted to the side of the stage once the platform rises and makes it in time to see him smirking as he looks over the crowd.

Harry is doing absolutely amazing and YN cannot be any more prouder. His sequined jumpsuit looks even better under the lights on stage as he freely dances around. He's in his element, thriving off of the screams of the thousands of people on the field.

YN knew he was meant to be on stage since the day they met. She knew he was going to make it big and it took everything in her not to cry the entire show. So instead she dances and sings along from her spot in the wings with Jeff, Kid, and Jenny—her manager.

YN cheers along with everyone else as What Makes You Beautiful comes to an end. As Harry walks back to his section where he keeps all of his water, towels, and such, he looks to YN with a smirk. Too wrapped up in the exhilaration of the show that it doesn’t register to YN what’s about to happen next.

Harry keeps a watchful eye on his fiancé as the opening notes to Man, I Feel Like A Woman are teased with the flashes of pink lights. He can’t hold back his laughter at the way she’s frozen in place for a second before her jaw drops open to scream in excitement. YN grabs onto Jenny’s arm as she jumps up and down at the sight of none other than Shania Twain at the top of the white staircase.

It’s amazing to see Harry dance and sing with the woman he grew up listening to with his mum and sister. He’s having the time of his life and YN was grateful that she gets to be a part of it, to be here and witness such a beautiful moment.

The surprises keep on coming as the stage crew walks past her with two white stools and sets them up for Harry and Shania. YN sees another crew member bring out an all too familiar sparkly black guitar.

There’s no way...

As Shania’s talking about how this next song is all about love, Harry looks to his love standing only a few feet away from him. YN has her arm linked with her manager’s while her other hand is pressed to her chest. Even under the shaded area, he can see how her eyes have turned glossy at Shania’s singing.

“Looks like we made it, look how far we’ve come my baby.”

Harry mouths those three infamous words to YN who immediately mouths them right back. He tilts his head back and lets out a deep breath as he tries to keep himself composed enough to sing.

From karaoke duets to late night drives, from on the Live on Tour stage to the hushed voices in a slow dance, it blows the couple’s minds that after all these years, Harry is getting the chance to sing Still The One with the actual Shania Twain. This song means so much to Harry and YN as it showcases their journey together; the ups and downs, the doubts, the perseverance—everything.

The rest of Harry’s show goes by perfectly. Not to mention that his addition of two songs from his upcoming albums made the crowd go positively wild.

"Like many things in my life, these next two songs are about my beautiful girlfriend. This is Late Night Talking." Harry says, laughing along with YN at the crowd goes absolutely crazy. It’s no secret that Harry’s songs have been speculated—and some even confirmed by the man himself—to be about YN. It doesn’t really bother either of them anymore as they know the true meaning behind every song he’s made. Like now, as the next song he sings is Watermelon sugar, Harry doesn’t shy away from singing directly to her about wanting her belly.

As the night comes to a close, Harry thanks the crowd one more time, bows and blows them kisses. As he walks off the stage, he makes a bee-line to wrap his arms around his teary-eyed fiancé.

“You did so good tonight, baby.” YN says in his ear, racking her fingers through his sweaty hair. “M’so proud.” Harry takes in her praises and all he wants to do is spend the rest of the night with his love. After a couple of weeks of being apart, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

Harry raises his head from her shoulder and smiles at the person behind her. “Baby, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” YN stiffens against his body. She pulls back to look up at Harry with a slight shake of her head in disbelief. He gives her a knowing smile and nods his head.

YN turns around and nearly faints at the woman in front of her.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” Shania beams, now dressed in a yellow Pleasing hoodie. “Harry couldn’t stop talking about you this past week.”

YN continues to blink at the woman in front of her before she feels a gentle pinch on her backside.

“A-all good things I hope.” YN manages to utter out. If it wasn’t for Harry's hands on her shoulders, she might have thought she was dreaming.

“Of course they were!” Shania laughs. “I got to learn so much more about you than I already know. Your music is astounding.”

“You’ve listened to my music?”

“I’m a huge fan!” YN lets out a laugh of unbelief at her compliment. Shania Twain has not only listened to her music but actually likes it? She might need Harry to pinch her again. “You're a truly talented musician. We should all have brunch sometime. I’d love to get to know you better myself.”

“We’ll definitely take you up on that.” Harry says behind YN before wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her close to his side. Shania watches fondly at the couple as YN puts a hand to his open chest and they smile lovingly at one another.

“I’ll leave you two be. We’ll catch up more later.” Harry pulls the icon in for a hug, thanking her for everything. YN thinks she might just break down and cry, but she can’t embarrass herself in front of one of her favorite musicians of all time. She’s floating on cloud 9 as Shania pulls her into a hug, still in shock of how this is her reality.

“He’s absolutely crazy about you, honey. He’s a keeper.” Shania whispers in her ear. YN’s heart is overflowing with all kinds of emotions, love being the one to take the cake. After she leaves, Harry’s hands find her waist again.

“How do you feel?” He chuckles at his fiancé's still shocked expression.

“Like you’re about to have the best sex of your life.” The tip of YN’s index finger slightly dips into the front of his jumpsuit before looking up at him with innocent eyes, contrasting her blunt statement. His eyes flicker to the hand on his chest. It’s a known fact that Harry can get himself feeling a certain way from being on stage but the added sight of the ring on her finger gets him even more riled up. No more words need to be exchanged as Harry threads his fingers with hers, bringing it up to his mouth to kiss her ring.

Their managers can’t say anything to them in time as they see a smirking Harry quickly tug his giggling fiancé back towards the white tents out back. They know better than to try to rangle the two. Instead, they make sure that no one interrupts their time together out of respect for their privacy until they have to be called back out to take some post-show pictures with everyone.

Oh, the things they make their managers go through.

Pt.2 here!

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