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It's Quadruplets! | Quadruple The Love H.S

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"Are you excited to see our babies?" Harry asked, a giddy feeling in my stomach.

"Look how big my tummy is" I grinned, pushing my shirt up to rest under my boobs, shifting a little. "I thought I was quite big for the first trimester"

"You're housing our beautiful babies in that perfect round tummy"

"I can't wait to feel them kick or move" I sighed, Harry's hand resting towards the lower side of my stomach.

"You say that now, just wait till they're kicking your bladder babe" He teased, leaning down to peck my lips.

With the absurdly cold gel on my stomach, Harry and I focused back on the black and white static screen, our male tech flipping the switch to hear their heartbeats.

"Here is baby A's heartbeat............................. baby B's........................... and baby C's"

Harry and I coo'd over them each when a familiar look appeared on the tech's face.

"Baby A" he hummed, flicking to the next one "Baby B" to the next, "Baby C" and... the next? "Mothers?" his tone was wavered. "Baby A... Baby B... Baby C.." he did it again before excusing himself from the room to grab the doctor and now I was royally freaking out.

One of the on call doctors came in, Harry's hand squeezing mine as tears threatened to fall, the screen turned away from us.

Was something wrong?

With quiet hums and the click of a mouse, the screen was turned back to us, the ultrasound technician standing to the side; "Alright, everything is looking good" She eased, my tightened chest slowly letting air back in. A grin started to appear on the doctors face, Harry's fingers intertwining with my own, his rings rubbing against the insides of my fingers. "Here is beautiful baby one's heartbeat" She smiled, showing the little flutter before showing us the baby. "Here is baby two" she repeated, "baby three" her smile got bigger as she flipped to the next screen, "And baby four"

Excuse me?

Harry's hand stilled in mine as my lips parted, my throat clearing as my head shook, "What?"

"Here is baby one-" she started to repeat, my head continuing to shake.

"No, no, I heard you.. four? Four?!" I begin to panic again, this time Harry not attempting to stop me as he leaned back in the chair.

"Yes, four" She confirmed, my shocked gaze staring at the new babies placenta sack, the tiny fetus shocking me to my core.

"How? It was.. it was three, last time! How is there four? Just four?" I rushed, moving to lean up on my elbows to view the screen better.

"Just four"

"You sure?" I snapped, the doctor nodding.

"How? How is there four?!"

"Mrs. Styles, sometimes with so many multiples, it's hard to see them all. They get overshadowed, or hidden-"

"There's just four, right?" I asked again, the doctor nodding. "How are you sure? We thought there was just three last time!"

"Like I said, sometimes-"

"No, I heard you! I'm just... four?! There's four?"

"Yes, you're having quadruplets"

"Oh my god" I exhaled, my body falling back as my eyes closed.

How in the hell am I supposed to carry FOUR babies?! F O U R ?!

"Your due date will be moved closer-"

"Oh my god! My due date!" I gasped, turning to look at Harry whom seemed to be caught in a state of disbelief as his body went catatonic.

"You'll be induced, pardon-" her throat cleared, "scheduled for a cesarean surgical procedure around 30 weeks"

My eyes widened.

"30 weeks?! THAT'S 10 WEEKS EARLY!" I yelled, Harry seeming to be snapped out of whatever state he was caught in, "They'll be too small!" I worried, the doctor moving to step closer to me, reaching for my hand only for my instinctive reaction being to yank it away. "I can't have four babies at 30 weeks! They'll be too small! They're.. they're supposed to be inside of me till 40 weeks!"

"With twins we try to induce you around 35 weeks. With more, we move it up, so triplets like you know would've been 33 weeks, and quads, 30" She explained, my racing heartrate causing my breathing to become a pant.

Frantically looking over at Harry who was staring at the ultrasound screen with a bewildered look on his face, I looked back over at the ultrasound technician, then the doctor, "I can't carry four babies" I stated, the doctors face becoming unreadable.

"You can. You're healthy enough-"

"No. You don't understand. I can't carry four babies"

"Why do you believe you cannot?" She asked, the room starting to move and blur as my waterline was ready to overflow.

"I.. I knew the risk... the risk of carrying.. carrying.. one baby!" I whimpered, "And then and then I was told.. told.. told I had three! Three babies! When I wasn't even supposed to have one!" I cried, "And now.. now... now I have four! Four babies inside of me?! Do I look.. look like someone who can carry FOUR babies?!" I shrieked, rubbing at my eyes so I could see clearly.

"Mrs. Styles, if we, medical professionals, didn't think you could safely carry multiples, we'd be having a different discussion" She tried to explain, the faint sound of one of my babies heartbeats ringing in my ears.

"Y/N? What are you saying?" Harry asked softly, finally zoning back into the conversation. "You can't have an abortion- they already have heartbeats" He said softly, the nerves he was feeling made his voice wavier slightly.

"I don't want an abortion" I cried, "I just... I can't carry four babies!"

The room was quiet other than my whimpers and whines; the faint sound of the heartbeat and Harry's chair scooting back against the linoleum floor.

He grabbed my hand, carefully moving me to sit upright before pulling me into his chest, "Harry, the gel" I worried, Harry ignoring me as my front pressed against one of his shirts.

"Inhale" he breathed in, "Exhale" he breathed out, having me copy him before he crouched in front of me, his hands resting on top of my thighs, eye level with my - bigger than normal for first trimester - belly. "There are four beautiful, loved, and wanted babies in here. I know you're scared, Y'N. I'm scared shitless too, but we can do this. We'll work with the doctors, make sure everything goes smoothly, and if it doesn't, they have everything they need to do their best job at helping us. We can't play god, Y/N. We can't change the world, or alter fate... but you found out at 23 years old that you'd have a hard time conceiving and I know how hard that was to find out, and live with. To get in a relationship where both of us wanted kids, to get married, and not follow through with that next step broke your heart, baby. It broke you into pieces. Your darkest days- You're getting what you wanted, babe. You have four beautiful babies right here" his hands moved to cradle the sides of my stomach, "Quadruple the amount you were told you'd have, and if you couldn't do it, if it wasn't meant to be, then we would've been looking at different painted colors, baby. We're lucky enough to be okay. To know we can support them, to know we have the means, the house, the yard, the family... we can do this. You are single handily carrying our family, and I know how terrifying that is" I wiped at my tears, Harry moving to stand on his feet, bringing me back into his chest, "But you're not alone. You've never been alone, Y/N." He kissed my lips, moving to cradle my face in his hands, "One step at a time, baby, remember?"

He wiped my tears as I nodded, leaning my head on his chest, "One step at a time" I repeated, my chin resting against his chest as I looked up at him, "I can't believe we have four babies...."

I heard a chuckle in front of me, reminding me that we weren't alone.

I pushed away from Harry, embarrassingly wiping at my face, apologizing to the professionals in front of me.

I could feel the heat radiating off of my cheeks when I was asked to lay back again as more gel got applied and moved around with the wand.

She mouthed something to Harry, to which he nodded at, before telling me, "I just want to check each one a little closer, get some photos and then we'll talk about our next steps, okay?" She asked calmly and I nodded.

I left the office hand in hand with Harry; Harry holding even more medical paraphernalia as I held onto the ultra sound photos and my bag.

"I knew IVF was known for being one of the main causes of multiples but... I never expected it to go this far. I mean, I guess we're lucky it stopped at four, right?" I joked, Harry opening the passenger side door for me, letting me hop in before closing it, muttering "Hopefully" and entering the car himself.

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Right Here

summary: feelings are hard to say

A/N: Okay so in this, Harry and y/n are a newish couple so just keep that on the brain 🤭 also brace yourself bc this could be terrible !

“How about here?” Harry said, pointing out a spot on the grassy hilltop. The stars were just beginning to show their faces, and a night of stargazing seemed like the perfect summer plan.

“Looks good to me!” you smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving a small kiss to his forehead before tossing the blanket out.

He let out out a tired sigh as he stretched himself out before playfully yanking you down to lie next to him. Shortly, both of you were faces up, eyes affixed on the freckled sky above you.

Showing a smile, you turned your gaze to Harry, as he did the same. You let out a small laugh at the coincidence.

“Hi” you spoke.

“Hi” he laughed.

“This was a good idea”

“Yeah, I know, it was mine” he bragged jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, shortly after taking his hand and returning your sights to the sky.

“Did you know that, like, after they’ve lived their life and, y’know, shone as much as they can, stars just burn away and explode. They’re not a forever thing.”

“Really?” Harry said, eyes still on you.

“Yeah, in a ‘supernova’ or something”

“Supernova” he repeated in a whisper.

“And when you see their images, they’re all colorful and beautiful, like a totally natural art”

“You’re so interesting”

“Don’t be mean” you protested at Harry’s sigh.

“M’not! I mean it! I love listening to you talk”

There was a gentle silence, leaves rustling around. A few cars and their lights hustling past below the hill.

He turned his head to look to you.

“I think that, uh, actually I know, that I love you. I love you, y/n. M’serious”

You swallowed hard, letting out a labored breath.

Unknowing what to say, you took his hand, the metal of the rings in his fingers cooly stinging the bones on yours.

“I love you too, Harry. I’m serious, too”

He let out an exhale, relief clearly visible on his face.

You sat happily again in the quiet before he spoke once more.

“Y’know I rehearsed that, like, a hundred different ways. Tried to think of what y’might say so I could, like, open the conversation”

You laughed to yourself as you imagined him pacing in his room, playing both parts trying to think of how to say it, what to say and, of course, what you’d say in return.

“You’re so interesting” you breathed, lightly moving the hair off his forehead, “and I love you for it.”

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Reward

Word Count: 5.0k 

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), spanking, Daddy kink, slight degradation, praise 

a/n: this is my first one shot so.. plz let me know what you think! (also i like never post on here so if this is all formatted weird… i’m sorry! i’m learning!)

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“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you. Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features…

Or 

The one where Y/N is just absolutely horny for MSG Night 6 Harry…

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Harry had just finished the sixth night of his scheduled 15 night residency at Madison Square Garden in New York City. Y/N hadn’t tagged along to this show because, as much as she would prefer to be able to give her unwavering attention and time to him all the time, she had some work she needed to focus on finishing before the day ended. She had gotten behind on some things at work since she had been following Harry to all his shows, so she needed to take a day to force herself to get things done that she had been putting off. Being able to do her job remotely was a blessing and a curse.

Y/N loved being able to work while simultaneously being able to travel the world with Harry, but she definitely got caught up in all the fun and wouldn’t care much about her responsibilities. 

Harry had noticed that Y/N hadn’t been putting too much effort into getting her projects done for work, so he told her if she stayed home from the concert tonight to work (since there would be plenty more to attend), then he would reward her with a surprise after. NYC was one of Y/N’s favorite cities in the world. She had gotten to see a lot of places while traveling with Harry, but there had always been something about NYC that made her feel most herself.

The first time they ever visited the city together, Harry couldn’t get over the amount of happiness that radiated off of Y/N. He had never seen her more at peace, it was such a pure form of happiness, watching her walk around the city with a soft smile and big eyes. 

So, knowing she would be a good girl and spend her day finishing up her work, Harry had already planned out the reward he was going to surprise Y/N with. One of the first things they had done together in the city was visit the One World Observatory deck. Y/N had visited New York once before and that was her most favorite place she had visited, so she was absolutely appalled when she learned Harry had never been in it. 

“You’re kidding…right?”

“Why would I have a reason to lie to you about that?” Harry laughed. Simply gauging by the face Y/N was making, you would’ve thought Harry had just told her that he killed puppies in his spare time, not that he hadn’t been up on the One World Observatory deck. 

“Harry. I promise. You have NOT experienced New York until you see it from there.”

“I’ve been up in the Empire State Building, it can’t be that much different of an experience, Y/N.” 

“God, you have no idea! We are going. Today. No arguments about it,” she said with a stern look on her face, pointing at him (in all reality, she just looked like an angry kitten to Harry. Still adorable). 

She had been right. He hadn’t experienced New York in that light until they made it to the highest point of the tower and looked out onto the city below. The view was beautiful, but being able to experience it with Y/N made all the difference for him. 

The surprise he had planned for her was to go back to the observatory. They hadn’t gone back since that first trip, but he knew Y/N missed the feeling she got when she was above the city, and he missed the feeling he got when he saw her so happy. It was a special kind of happiness, and he dreamt of seeing her live that blissfully all the time. 

Since Harry just finished up with a show and it was getting late in the night, he planned to take Y/N for her surprise tomorrow morning. He didn’t have a show for the next few days, so he figured they could take some time retracing the first steps they had ever taken in New York together without any strict tour schedule to follow. 

However, when he returned to the hotel room, he quickly learned that Y/N expected her reward right then and there. 

“Y/N? Lovie?” 

As Harry made his way through the threshold of their hotel suite, he had expected to see Y/N curled up on the couch watching TV as she usually is at this time of night. Even if she was still working on her project, he still assumed she would be doing so in the living area as she had been when he left. 

With a confused look on his face, he made his way to their bedroom. Since she wasn’t in the living room, he thought, maybe she tired herself out and will be snuggled up in bed. The thought made him smile softly. The simple idea of coming home to her in a warm bed relaxed his whole being. He couldn’t wait to get in there and cuddle his girl to sleep. 

When he opened the door, he was confused again. This time his eyes shot up in surprise to find Y/N in the state she was… On the floor, naked, on her knees, hands in her lap, with a soft adoring look on her face. 

Softly, he sat his bag down on the floor, closed the door behind him, and walked over to where Y/N was, joining her on the floor in front of her. 

“What are you doing on the floor, bug?” Harry quietly asked, not wanting to startle her by being too loud. He brought his hand up and ever so gently touch her cheek which she immediately leaned into. 

“Just waiting for you, H,” she responded just as quietly as him, still looking up at him with what he could tell was all the love in her heart. Now that he was this close to her, he could tell her eyes looked a little far away. Y/N wasn’t fully in subspace, but she definitely wasn’t in her normal headspace.  

“Well,” he sighed, “I’m here now. Why don’t we get you off the floor now that I’m here? Then we can get all cozy in bed, how does that sound, love?” he said, still gently cradling her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek, trying to slowly bring her out of the floaty headspace she was in. 

Y/N wasn’t usually one to enter any form of subspace without being provoked by him, so he just wanted to make sure she was safe since she had gotten this way without him there. 

As he finished his sentence, Y/N’s face dropped into a pout. 

“No, bunny! I’ve been a good girl like you told me to be and got all my work done,” she said quickly, with a sense of urgency in her voice. “You said if I was good, I would get a reward, right?” She tightly and hurriedly grabbed onto the arm that he had brought up to her cheek, almost as if she was afraid he would break away from her and leave. 

She started to get up from her place on the floor in front of him, “I promise you I got everything done, I was such a good girl for you. Let me get my computer and I’ll sho-” 

“Lovie, lovie,” Harry said, cutting her off and grabbing her cheeks with both his hands to keep her still. “I trust you, I swear I do. I know you were a good girl.” 

“You do?” she asked with genuine concern. 

“Of course I do,” he said with a soft smile. “You’re always such a good girl for me, that's why I already had your reward all planned out before I even brought the idea up to you,” he said gently, hoping to calm her brain back down and keep it from going into panic mode. 

“Can I please have my reward now, then? I just want to please you,” she contently sighed. “Make you feel good….You make me so happy, bunny,” she said as she sat back on her knees in front of him with the sweetest look of adoration adorning her soft facial features, a great contrast to the worry she was showing on her face just mere moments ago. 

Harry wasn’t stupid. He could tell that the type of reward she had been expecting wasn’t as innocent as the one he actually had planned. He wasn’t going to take advantage of her being unaware of what the real reward was and give her the reward she thinks he was about to give her. So he chose to be honest with her, and allow her to make the decisions about how the rest of their night would play out. 

“Can I be honest with you, bug?” 

“Always,” she responded, with a curious look in her eye. 

He loved how no matter what headspace she was in, she always gave him her most undivided attention. 

“The reward I have planned for you is actually something that we have to do tomorrow. It’s a surprise, but I planned for us to go somewhere. It isn’t something we can do tonight, though,” he tried to keep his explanation as simple as possible in hopes of not giving too much away about what they could possibly be doing tomorrow. 

Her whole being deflated following his words. 

“So, I can’t make you feel good tonight? Since that wasn’t what you planned?” 

“That isn’t something I had planned, but if that’s something you still want to do tonight, then we can,” he stated, trying to make it clear to her that she was in complete control of the situation. He removed his hands from her cheeks and sat them in her lap with hers. Her hands immediately moving to play with his fingers. 

She looked down at their conjoined hands as she spoke, “I think I would like that.” 

He moved one hand in order to gently grasp her face and tilt it up so he could see her eyes. “You think, or you know? I need you to be sure, Y/N. Whatever you want to do, we will.” 

She firmly nodded her head and smiled, “I know that I would like that. I’ve missed you today.”

He smiled back at her, “I’ve missed you too.” He paused. “Would it be okay if I made you feel good tonight, too, love?” He wanted her full consent before they moved forward, considering she had only expressed how she wanted to make him feel good. 

Y/N was very much a giver when it came to their sex life. She worshiped every inch of his body with absolutely no shame, she loved every piece of him so completely. Sometimes there were days when she wouldn’t want to be touched, but she would beg and beg to be able to touch him in any way. As long as Harry was satisfied, so was she. So, Harry just wanted to see what exactly she was feeling today. 

“That would definitely be okay, bun,” she responded confidently, but with a contrasting shy smile appearing on her face after the words had slipped out. 

He leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip which made her giggle, and in turn, made him laugh and smile even harder. 

“Well, why don’t I get you off this uncomfortable floor since we have a perfectly good bed to take advantage of, hmm?” he said, already moving to stand and hooking his arms under hers to pick her up with him. 

He stood with his arms wrapped around her, and then carefully placed her on the edge of their bed. He stayed standing in front of her, hands placed on the bed next to her thighs as he looked at her with an excited look in his eyes. She peered back into him with equal excitement and curiosity for what was to come. 

He chucked, dropped his head forward, and shook it before gazing back at her face. “What got you all worked up tonight, my love? All floaty without me even being here?” He was genuinely curious about what had brought this on for her, he couldn’t imagine it was just completely random. 

A blush rushed up through Y/N’s cheeks as she moved her stare from his intense eyes down to her less interesting hands that were laid in her lap. “I just…I saw some photos and videos of the show tonight…” She shyly glanced back up at him. With a small nod of encouragement to continue talking to him, Y/N continued, “Your outfit looked really pretty. Made you look extra extra pretty tonight.” She had focused her eyes on his t-shirt covered chest that was before her, thinking back to how it looked with only that denim vest to give his body any form of coverage. 

Harry stood up from his leaned position over her, letting his hand rest on his hips. “You thought I looked pretty tonight, love?” he asked, testing to see if she would remember to use her words. He was slowly but surely allowing himself to enter his dominant headspace. Y/N didn’t seem to be in any rush, so he wanted to take his time and work his way up to complete dominance so he wouldn’t make her feel small or inferior. After all, no matter how dominant he portrayed himself to be, Y/N knew that she was the one with complete control of any situation they found themselves in. 

To his surprise, she accompanied her excited nod and spoke up, “Always, H. You always are pretty…but that outfit tonight just enhanced you in a way I’d never seen before.” 

With a smirk on his face and his eyebrows slightly raised, he couldn’t help but feel proud of how his girl didn’t hesitate to use her words and told him what she was thinking. It had taken some time to get there, Y/N used to be very shy when it came to their intimate moments (and sometimes still is), but they had worked really hard to try and overcome that in order to have complete openness and to feel safe with one another. 

“Thank you for using your words to tell me that, angel. I’m proud of you,” he praised, wanting her to know that her speaking up didn’t go unnoticed. 

“Now, can you tell me what it was about the outfit that made me so pretty?” 

Y/A paused before answering, taking a look up and down Harry’s body. “Can I show you instead?” she asked, reaching her hounds out to lightly grasp the bottom of his t-shirt. 

Taking her hint, Harry removed his shirt and threw it on the floor next to him before responding, “You can do whatever you would like to do, love.” 

Since he was still standing tall in front of her as she sat on the bed, Y/N’s face was even with the butterfly tattoo that adorned his torso above his belly button. Leaning forward she placed a soft, gentle kiss on his skin, watching as the goosebumps scattered across his skin. Keeping her face near his body, she tilted her head slightly to look up at him. “That vest put all the attention right…here,” she said as she traced one of her fingers from his collar bone down to where she had placed a kiss right above his belly button. “It just all reminded me how much I adore you, just want to make you happy,” she said in a sultry tone looking back up into his eyes before she lowered her head to place a kiss below his belly button. 

Harry’s mouth parted at her words and her actions, slowing his breathing as his heart rate picked up. He brings a hand up to the back of Y/N’s head and keeps her close to the skin of his torso. 

“You always make me happy.” 

“Maybe so, but let me make you happier… let me make you feel good, Daddy,” she said with a slight smirk and a look in her eye, telling him that she was fully immersed in the situation and was ready to pick up the pace. 

Harry closed his eyes and took a slow, deep breath before looking back at her, “And how would you like to do that, baby, hmm? Got anything specific ideas floating around in this head of yours?” he asked as he bent down to place a kiss on the top of her forehead and placed his hand cradled under her jaw. 

Instead of responding right away, Y/N reached her hands up to the waistband of Harry’s sweatpants in a silent plea to take them off. He nodded, “Go ahead, love, do whatever you would like to me.” 

With that, she swiftly removed Harry’s sweats and underwear and discarded them with his shirt. 

Harry grabbed his shaft and gave himself a few pumps to ensure he was rock solid. 

“Where would you like me, love? I know you’re dying for a taste,” he said, looking down at her. Her gaze was locked on his cock, it was taking everything in her to keep herself from pouncing on him. With a brief glance at his face, she asked, “Would you be okay lying on the bed? Keep us both comfy, spent too much time on the floor already.” She giggled as she finished speaking, just now noticing that her knees were actually really red from the time she had spent on the floor waiting for Harry. “Of course that's okay,” Harry said, moving to climb onto the bed. 

Harry sat up with the headboard as Y/N crawled her way to sit in between his legs. Without even thinking, she bent over to press a soft kiss to the shaft of Harry’s cock. 

“Eh eh eh, did you ask if you could touch?” Harry asked, with an eyebrow raised as he pulled Y/N back from his body. 

She pouted and shook her head, “No, I’m sorry. I-I just got excited.” She paused, “Can I please touch you now, Daddy?” 

“That’s my precious, good girl,” he responded, “It’s okay to be excited, go ahead.” He leaned back on the pillows he propped up against the headboard behind him and waited to see what she had in store for him today. Some days Y/N is soft and slow with him, but other days she goes right in for it. So, Harry was always excited to see what path she chose as he was going to be very happy with either option. 

As Y/N gently wrapped her hand around him, he thought she was taking the soft and slow route and relaxed his body into the bed and closed his eyes, waiting to enjoy his time with his girl softly sucking on him. But when Y/N licked a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock, roughly spitting on the tip, and then taking him in her wet mouth, he knew soft and slow was out of the equation. 

The sudden feeling cause Harry to let out a guttural moan, “F-fuuuuck, Y/N.” He panted, screwing his eyes shut as she hummed around him, adding to the pleasure coursing through him. 

He opened his eyes the little he could and about came the second he saw Y/N’s face. She had her eyes closed, bobbing her head up and down his cock, continuously swirling her tongue around the tip. She was absolutely devouring him. Hungry for him as if this would be her last meal ever. 

Focusing on his breathing in order to keep himself from coming too quickly, Harry moved one of his hands to pull Y/N’s hair from her face so he could have a better view of how good his girl was being to him. 

“So so good for me, angel. Al-always so good,” he panted out. “Gonna come so hard down that tiny little throat of yours.” Y/N moaned around him at his words. “Hmmmmm,” he hummed out. “You like that, huh? You’re just a little cockslut for Daddy, fuck.. that’s all you ar- shit sh-shit SHIT!” he stammered out as Y/N reached up to play with his balls. 

She lifted her head up from his cock, making eye contact with him while spit stringed from her mouth. She was panting, catching her breath as she continued to play with his balls in her hand. Harry looked back at her with his jaw slacked and eyes heavy. She giggled at the state he was in as she moved her hand back from his balls to his shaft, as her other hand softly stoked up his leg trying to ground him a little. “Tastes so good, Daddy. I love you like this so much,” she hummed. 

“I love how easily you get me like this love,” he responded while throwing his head back as she continued to stroke up and down his cock with her hand. 

Once she felt like she had caught her breath enough, she ducked down and brought her lips to suction around his balls. 

“FUUUCK!” Harry screams out in a moan. She popped her mouth off of him, noticing that he was on the edge of an orgasm and desperately wanted to make sure he did so in her mouth.

“Please Daddy, give me all of it. I want your come dripping down my throat so bad,” she whined before she replaced her hand that was gliding up and down his cock with her mouth. She pushed her head as far down as she could, feeling her nose brush against the sparse hairs at the base of his cock. 

“Just like that,” Harry rushed out, lightly adding some pressure to the back of her head to feel her throat contract around him just a bit more. “God, Y/N. You’re so good for Daddy…sh-shit fuck I’m coming bab-Fuck!” he yelled and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt his orgasm rush over him. 

Y/N hummed in satisfaction around his cock as she felt his come shoot in ribbons down her throat. Greedily, she kept sucking, trying to milk every last drop out of Harry. 

“Babe, baby, fuck,” Harry lazily spoke, trying to get Y/N’s attention as he was becoming too sensitive for her to keep sucking on him. As he lifted her head off of him, she whined in protest and pouted towards him. “Too much, baby. I love the way you love on me, but just a bit sensitive right now,” Harry said as he tried to catch his breath, feeling a wave of calmness crash over his whole body. 

As much as Y/N wished to keep sucking on Harry, she never wanted to hurt him. She would keep his cock safe in her mouth all day if he would let her. 

As Harry continued to catch his breath, Y/N leaned up and planted a gentle kiss to his parted lips. Still panting, Harry suddenly slid down to be lying completely flat on the bed and grasped Y/N’s hips to bring her center directly above his head. 

A squeal and a giggle emerged from her by the sudden movements, but quickly settled in her place above him gripping on to the headboard in front of her. 

Harry let out a deep groan at the sight of her center in front of him. “This fucking pussy is all mine, right?” he asked, using one hand to hold onto her hip and the other to give a harsh slap to her ass. She jerked forward at the feeling, mumbling a “shit” below he breath. 

“Yes, Daddy. All yours. Always yours.” 

She looked down at him below her and saw the fire burning in his eyes before he responded, “Forever my pussy to use.” 

And with that, he immediately began devouring her. 

Y/N was so wet from getting herself so worked up while waiting for and sucking off Harry, so he was already drowning and moaning at the feeling. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Soaking me already, so goood to me,” he said, his voice slurred as if he was drunk on her. He softly nipped at her outer labia and gave her ass another hit, eliciting a scream to erupt from her. 

“O-oh God, Daddy, please please keep going.” 

Y/N was holding on to the headboard with so much strength that her nails were digging divots into the wood. Harry never was one to hold back when it came to eating her out, and today was definitely no different. If anything, he was going at her like a man starved for 30 years. 

She began rocking her hips against his face as he continued swirling his tongue around her clit. He would dip down and place his tonuge at her entrance which would cause his nose to poke against her clit, creating a wave of immense pleasure continuously flow through her. 

“Yeah… tha-thats so so good…good Dadd-OH,” she breathlessly spoke until she was cut off by his fingers slipping up to enter her. His two fingers penetrated into her roughly, not giving her anytime to adjust. She was so turned on though, that she could barely feel a stretch, just a wave of more pleasure. 

Harry could tell she wasn’t going to last much longer by the way she was completely soaking his face, so he wasn’t shocked that after just a few hits of his fingers against her g-spot she was coming undone on top of him. 

Y/N’s orgasm washed over her so suddenly that she didn’t even have time to get a scream out. Her mouth was open in a silent scream with her eyes closed, as her body convulsed above Harry’s mouth that was delicately working her through her intense orgasm. 

She finally was able to take a deep breath, and basically collapsed off Harry’s face onto the bed beside him. With her body still shaking and her eyes still closed, Harry quickly moved her into a comfortable position onto the bed and cradled her to his chest, rubbing his hands against any skin he could touch in order to ground her a bit. 

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe for me, okay? You did so good for me,” he continued to whisper reassurances in her ear, hoping that would start to clear her mind some of the fogginess that was left from her orgasm. As her breathing began to settle, she snuggled herself closer to Harry’s chest. “There ya go, lovie. Just relax.” 

After a few minutes, Y/N finally looked up at Harry with sleepy eyes and a small smile. He smiled back and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. 

“Hi again, bug. How are you feeling?” he asked her, still continuing to rub his hands up and down her body. 

“Hi, H. Tired,” was all she was able to mumble out before closing her eyes again. 

Harry smiled and chuckled, knowing she would be completely useless for the rest of the night as that orgasm took everything out of her. 

He glanced at the clock, seeing as it was nearing 2am since he hadn’t even gotten back to the hotel before midnight. Looks like he wasn’t getting his 10 hours of sleep tonight. Y/N always called him an old man for going to bed early to ensure he gets a good nights rest, but she also admires how much he tries to care for himself and his body while touring. 

With that, Harry got up to retrieve a wash cloth to clean Y/N up before getting back into bed to cuddle her to sleep. 

Before he could doze off, Harry heard his phone go off from his bag that he had dropped by the bedroom door when he arrived. He wasn’t sure who would be messaging him this last at night, but decided to check just in case it was an emergency. 

Once he grabbed his phone from his back and sat back on the bed to see what the message was, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh as he read it. 

Harry Lambert: Sorry. I know its late, but I’m working on some new ideas for the added shows… any ideas you want me to incorporate? Xx 

And Harry had the perfect response… 

Harry Styles: Definitely more vests. Thanks Lamb xx H

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“Harry, take this fucking blindfold off of me or I will casterate you.” 

“That is an empty threat and you know it,” Harry responded before he whispered for only her to hear, “You’re too much of a cockslut.” 

To which Y/N promptly hit Harry’s chest in response while saying through her teeth, “Shut up.” 

“Okay, okay, you can take off the blindfold now.” 

Y/N ripped off her blindfold ready to scold Harry for making her wear it, but before she could, she saw the view infront of her. 

Absolutely shocked by the sight of New York, without looking at Harry she said, “Wh-why are we here?” 

“Told you I had a reward planned for you, bug.” 

She moved to look at Harry, with a shine in her eyes as if she was about to cry. “You make me so happy, bunny.” She smiled at him as he pulled her infornt of him and looked out onto the city together. 

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AHHHHHH omg this was the first blurb/smut/one shot (whatever you want to call it) i’ve EVER written but I had so much fun doing it. 

I saw Harry’s outfit at the MSG N6 show and just…. couldn’t help myself.  

Anyway! Enjoy! 

also that photo of NYC is mine from when i went to the One World Trade Observatory deck 🤭🤭

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Harry Inviting y/n to thanksgiving at the styles household

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"So, I wanted to know if maybe you wanted to have Thanksgiving with me and my family? I know you won't be able to go home this year." Harry asked her, nervously.

"Wow. Thank you, of course. Should I bring anything?" She spoke on the other line.

"Just yourself, dinner is at 5 but you're welcome to come over before that. "

"Perfect. I will see you then" They both hung up at the same time.

Y/N meet Harry only a year ago. They became friends when she ran in to him at the record shop. She was to busy reading the back of a Stevie Nick's Record. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Her smile light his heart up.

He invited her for coffee the next day and a couple weeks later they became best friends. She would come with him to the studio and he would go on drives with her late at night. He was always there for her and when she moved to london permanently, leaving her family behind. He told her to move in with him and she did.

" Is Y/N coming tomorrow? " Anne asked.

"Yeah she is. " he smiled.

"Sounds good. Shes so lovely "

"She's perfect" he replied before leaving the room.

//

It was close to five and most of Harry's family had arrived. Harry kept checking the time every two seconds and finally the knock at the door startled him.

"Y/N, come in" He grabbed her coat and set it on the rack beside him. Y/N followed Harry into the dinning room and she was met with some familiar faces and some not so.

"Everyone this is Y/N, Y/N this is everyone. " Y/N waved.

"Please have a seat. Were just about to start dinner" Anne Spoke, grabbing her glass of wine and taking a sip.

//

"Dinner was so lovely." Y/N wiped her face with her napkin.

"Thank you dear. We are so glad you could come. "

"I wouldn't miss it" Y/N smiled at Harry.

He couldn't stop staring.

"Do I have something on my face?" Y/N whispered in his ear.

"No, Why? " he asked.

"You keep staring at me" she giggled.

"You're just pretty. " "I'm glad you're here. "

//

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okay so i really want to put out some writing, i have a couple pieces in my drafts and i have some concepts but i just don’t know how to get started. since i’m new here i don’t have an audience and it’s just a little discouraging :(

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[kawaii-harrys]

PICTURE PERFECT

Word count : 4k+

Warnings: none except this is unedited and angsty. This is inspired from @hes-writer 's story Favorites, and a song called Lilith by Ellise. Have a happy read.

Synopsis: Harry and Y/N fuck up as parents to their eldest daughter. And by the time they realize, she is gone too far.

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Nobody can really pinpoint the exact date, month, or year; but it had started along the line. Lilith stopped playing football and clutched onto her books, while Eric started his basketball obsession and Erica got selected into the cheerleading team. Jake was a little art curator and Stella, she was just born to be special, no matter what. Harry and Y/N couldn’t be any prouder of their babies.

It was Saturday when Lilith came home tiredly, her bag slung from her shoulders in a tired posture, halfway to her elbows.

“Do you know what time it is?”, Harry asked, without looking up from his phone as Lilith entered the house. It wasn’t like Harry was waiting up for her. He didn’t even know that she was out. He just happened to be there when Lilith entered the house. He hadn’t even lifted his head to see which one of the pack was standing there, but as soon as he raised his head up, his neutral face fell to a scowl.

“Ten past one. I know well.”, she said tiredly, not having any energy to fight back with her father. “Then where the hell were you at? That too at this late in the night?”, he raised his voice slightly. Lilith looked at him through droopy eyes, throwing the phone on the couch. “There is the phone. Save the lecture. You can think I was at a party or anything that soothes you. I will just ground myself for the next week, month, or year… whatever suits you”, Lilith shrugged, taking tired steps towards the stairs.

Only if it had been someone like Eric or Erica, everything would have ended with ‘alright but beware next time.’

“No young woman, you aren’t going anywhere till you tell me where you were”, Harry didn’t really want to know where she was or what she was doing. He just wanted to see his offspring think that he could get quite scary when rules aren’t followed.

“In a library”, she curtly answered.

“And which library opens till 1 in the morning?”, Harry raised a slight brow.

“I don’t know, search on google”, Lilith shrugged.

“Young lady, you don’t give me that attitude”, he looked at her, giving angry eyes that she was used to by this point.

“If you don’t want this attitude, better let me go and talk in the morning. It’s just going to give you and me a headache and the house a sleepless night.”, she closed her eyes momentarily, pressing against the bridge of her nose.

Harry sighed. “Alright, but we aren’t done”, he spoke.

Lilith nodded and went upstairs, to her room. She knew Eric’s and Erica’s rooms, a little steps away from her must be empty. She saw both of them walk into Derek’s house after all.

Derek was a happy part of her life once he wasn’t. Now he just called her to show off his girlfriend and kiss her passionately. The thin strand of silk that bound their friendship was now completely snapped once his girlfriend asked him to choose either Lilith or her. Needless to say, blinded by lust, he let Lilith go. Lilith was just empty now. Her chest was void.

She just briefly closed her eyes, falling over her bed in the same sage green cardigan and black jeans, taking no time to change. But the next time she opened her eyes it was 7.34 AM.

She groaned internally, having to chug down the want to hole up under her blanket and disappear into thin air. Sometimes, she felt like she wasn’t supposed to be born.

As she walked down, no one except Harry and Y/N was present in the kitchen. She stood from afar and observed her parents. Her father had his head rested on her shoulders, holding her from back and humming some melody in her ear. Her mother just smiled.

When was the last time she smiled?

Feeling weak in her limbs, Lilith tried to walk forward, only to stumble on her way, startling both of her parents when they saw her trying to stand back up; none of them came forward to lend a hand.

“Morning”, Lilith rasped, grabbing a glass of water, bringing it up to her lips, gulping it down in one go.

“Lili”, her mother called out and she looked up, “your father said that you were home late last night and you were awfully rude to your father?”, Y/N started, Lilith just wanted to hurry back into her room. A grounding would just help her cause. “I was tired”, Lilith weakly mumbled. “That’s no reason to talk to your father the way you did”, Y/N frowned. “Just jump straight to the torture”, Lilith mumbled, feeling irritation bubble up from her lungs. “Do you understand the depth of your actions, Lili?”, her mother scowled a little, so she decided to give the only correct answer, “Yeah”, although her lips said so, her eyes were distant, emotionless, reflecting Harry’s eyes to her all through her life. Y/N didn’t know what to do anymore. “Your phone is confiscated. You are grounded for a week”, Y/N muttered. “It’s not like I had anything important or any plans anyways”, Lilith shrugged. She didn’t really have friends so she didn’t think anyone would text or call to check up on her. “Also your video games…”, Harry added and Y/N looked at him, a little surprised. “I’m not the other children. I don’t play video games”, Lilith muttered, standing across, leaning on the kitchen door. Harry’s illuminating face dropped a little dissatisfied with the reply.

“I will be upstairs if you need anything, though I am sure you won’t need me”, Lilith muttered the last part out of earshot.

Under her blanket, Lilith stared at the blank wall. There used to be trophies and medals hung up on the wall, Lilith just took them all down. They were of no use. The mathlete certificates and awards were also put in a cardboard box under her bed. They were of no use too. The science projects, music projects, dance recitals, none of them were of any use.

They didn’t attract Harry’s apprehensive nod that he gives always to Eric or those sweet kisses on the forehead that were reserved for Erica. They didn’t attract the weekend off that was meant for Jake and Stella. Where did it all go wrong? What was her fault?

Maybe it was the only person that made her feel important who threw her out of his life, or her dad’s impeccable want to feel her terrorized by his angry stance, but it was reeling her back into her childhood. On sports day, the children’s parents would compete for their children, with their children; her dad was nowhere to be seen and her mom was heavily pregnant. So, she just sat down by the line and watched others have fun. Before her football matches, her parents were busy with one kid or the other, so she practiced by herself; throwing the ball to one end and running to the end to kick it some more. Her first singing competition and she saw Harry looking down on his phone annoyed, distracted, missing her whole performance. On her eighth birthday, none of her friends remembered; and her parents were busy nursing Jake and Stella. She felt stupid and dumb. She thought it must be the wrong date, but when she looked at the calendar, she broke down into sobs. It was the right date. That was the night she came to a realization, she was always alone, no matter what.

The twins were early to catch up to her age and while they did make her feel at ease, the twins were so close to each other, Lilith felt like she was always at the wrong timing. Jake and Stella were close too.

Where did she stand all this time?

The sun rose to head at noon and set in the evening, no one called her for lunch or dinner. The twins were sure to have had a hangover; the kids, well, who knows? Whatever it was, she knew she didn’t belong.

Monday. Everyone looked happy, like a picture-perfect family. Jake and Stella were on their high chairs, talking to each other, god-knows-what, and Eric and Erica were talking with their father about something important. Their mom was happily humming flipping the pancakes and swaying her hips with the song. If there was one dust on this picture-perfect timing, it would be Lilith. So she stealthily walked back to her room and got her polaroid. Maybe, at least Harry would smile looking at the picture? Staying behind the railing, she captured the happy moment of the family. It had a smiling Harry, laughing at something Y/N said as she served the plates. Eric and Erica were sharing laughs as well. Y/N was trying to conceal her smile and Jake and Stella, not understanding anything, continued babbling to each other.

The only thing that could spoil this picture was her presence. Everyone would shut down immediately on seeing her, and begin smiling again when she was absent. She felt like she was in school, living with people.

She didn’t want to be the one to spoil it, so she walked back into her room and grabbed some protein bars from her desk. She packed her school bag and walked away for school, nibbling on to the chocolate bar. She haven’t had actual food in so long, but there was only so much in her want or reach.

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There was a supposed family dinner that night, and everyone was excited. Everyone except Lilith. She assumed everyone had already forgotten her forlorn, gloomy presence in the house. But just then Y/N barged into Lilith’s room, seeing the eldest at her study desk, studying her afternoon away. “We’re going for a family dinner, so put on some nice clothes”, Y/N said in a hurried voice. “Your and my definitions of nice clothes are different, just pick out one”, Lilith spoke removing her glasses and looking at her mother. Y/N all but sighed as she went to the 17-year-old’s closet. There was no dress, frock, or anything wearable according to Y/N. “We don’t even have time to go shopping”, Y/N groaned throwing her head back. Lilith sighed. “I’ll just put on what I wear every year so no one will notice me no matter what”, Lilith muttered, as Y/N sighed.

A black T-shirt and black jeans, always made her invisible, adding to the darkness of her smile or her mind. Her green eyes, a gift from Harry, would roam around, seeing everyone else, but never giving herself away.

“The kids are growing so fast, aren’t they? It was like yesterday when Lili, Eric, and Erica were just toddlers”, Gemma gushed, and that was supposed to be the only time her name was mentioned. “Eric and Erica are growing glamorously. They are so humble and talented.”, Harry smiled proudly at his babies. “What about Lilith?”, Gemma asked. “Well her, well-- I don’t know. She just doesn’t fit right into the picture”, Harry replied, as if he didn’t know that the eldest sibling was six feet away from him, head hung low, fingers fiddling with each other. She took the darkest corner; she took the darkest light.

“Harry? Y/N?”, Anne asked concerned, looking at Lilith’s already shrunken face. Lilith didn’t open her mouth, wanting to know actually what was her fault that everyone seemed to put her away from their life. “I mean, she has gotten a bit bitter; never talking to us the correct way and stuff”, Harry replied while Y/N pursed her lips.

If she was of no use, what was the reason to pretend?

The dinner was silent. Lilith’s presence was like a ghost; unnoticed.

That night when they reached back, she knew, she would change.

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Tuesday dinner. Everyone had something important to share.

“I’m so proud of you, Erica”, Harry says when she completes saying how she became the cheerleader captain. Eric said something about helping a guy out with his project. Jake and Stella babbled about drawing something. When everyone’s story ended, there was little to no chance anyone would ask Lilith about her day. But Y/N did notice the obnoxiously quiet girl. “So Lilith, how was your day?”, Y/N asked. It would be pretty dumb to reply if no one would listen, especially since Harry and Eric were in a serious conversation. So She shrugged. “Nothing new. Smoked pot and had a threesome”, Lilith’s words caused a whiplash of heads. Harry’s head was the fastest. Erica tried to confine her amused smile and Eric was downright shocked. Y/N looked like she saw a ghost, the kids not understanding anything. “Just kidding. It was the same boring day, with boring lectures and angsty teachers”, Lilith slyly smiled as everyone let out a silent breath of relief. “I was seriously kidding”, she repeated aloud. “Or am I?”, that caused the second whiplash of heads. Lilith left them all perplexed.

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Wednesday. A birthday. Her birthday. As usual, she anticipated no text, call, or presents. The breakfast table was impregnated with silence, because of Lilith’s obvious words. Lilith avoided everyone that day. No one questioned her.

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Thursday. Lilith had to babysit her youngest siblings. Eric and Erica had willingly joined, sitting on to watch a movie. Alice in Wonderland played in the background. Harry was ecstatic to see his children bonding well.

He doubted Lilith ever loved the family as the other kids did. When he passed by her room, although he knew he shouldn’t, he welcomed himself in the spotless room. There lay a bunch of papers on the top of her desk, which he assumed was an assignment. The topic was “Parents and Teenagers”.

Eagerly, Harry flipped through the pages, enamored by the writing, by the way the words were put together. When he was nearing the end of the essay, he felt his lips droop down.

“... There is not much difference between how teenagers view the world and how parents view the world; each has their own opinion, own paints to brush the world with. When the parents heal and brush the world a bright color of yellow, the teenager could be in a dark place and paint the world black, to shut out light, to shut out noises. Even though the parents seemed to have passed this phase in a different light, the teenagers might worry about things that might not make sense to the older parents. A teenager can be depressed about their parents not loving them as much as their siblings, and a teenager can be worried about their parents loving them as if they’re an only child. However, the thought processes are different in each case. In the first case, it is obvious that the reason is wanted attention. In the second case, however, it could be the fear of resentment from the other siblings or in really dark vessels, the fear could be of causing grief to their parents when they are in the darkest corners of their lives. However, what they feel is real. People can only love as much as the amount of blood pumped by the heart, but to love beyond that, is what a parent is capable of. However, it’s a choice. Sometimes, the choice is difficult; and sometimes the choice just comes.

Movies and books should stop criticizing teenagers for the way they feel, when parents, the adults, don’t feel shame in abandoning children even if they are completely capable, refusing to heal, and passing on their demons to their kids. A gift is a gift, whether good or bad. If the good ones can be accepted with a smile, let the bad ones sink in too. The codes in DNA are already wired from the ancestors. It won’t be one's religion, color, race, or gender that decided one's action, but the way one received the code of genetics; the way one decided to get rid of the bad weeds and kept the good ones to be passed on. Therefore, if it's a defective piece you see, try to find their use rather than throwing them away. The world is getting filled with unnecessary junk anyways”

It was the first Harry had taken an insight into her thoughts. He saw a scribbly red A+ at the corner of the page. It fucking deserved that.

Harry placed the bunch where it was and took a look around. It looked awfully empty. Harry felt an icy foot of dragonfly settle in his chest, a ghost of realization hovering over him, of what he was losing certainly.

He walked back to the kitchen, where his woman was laying plates for dinner.

“Dad is really the best, isn’t he? Like he is always there to help me with projects and games. He has been so supportive of my decisions, you know?”, it was unmistakably Eric’s voice, and Harry smiled, eavesdropping a little more on his children’s conversation.

“I know right. Like he is the coolest father”, Erica gushed. “He reads us bedtime stories!”, Jake squeaked. “Plays dolls too”, Stella squeaked standing beside Jake. “Lilith… what about you?”, Erica asked the girl whose eyes were trained on the television.

“What?”, Lilith asked. “Whom do you like more? Mom or dad?”, Eric repeated Jake’s question. “The correct answer is both of them”, Lilith muttered. Harry’s brows furrowed. “We’re asking you your honest answer not the correct answer”, Erica rolled her eyes. There was a fleeting moment of silence before Lilith replied, “Neither of them”

There was some more silence. ���W-Why’d you think that?”, Eric asked. The conversation had started with Stella’s homework about writing an essay about their father. “He’s in games and performances, for you guys, not mine. He helped you out for your basketball practice, not me for my football ones. He helped you out for your chemistry exam, not my music exam. He held your hand till you were completely seated in your kindergarten for two whole months, for me, he left as soon as he could as if I suffocate him. Forehead kisses, gentle touches when you got hurt were reserved for you, for me it was the cold eyes and distant look. And mom, well, she made up excuses for him. He was busy. He was busy playing with you. He was tired. He was tired after playing with you. Every time I thought it was supposed to be just that way. You guys came along and he was a different father. Mom, even if she knew that dad didn’t quite like me, she left him to care for me. As if she looked for an escape too. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if he got up one day and said, I don’t want to be around you and disown me”, Lilith spoke her heart for the first time.

“And”, she continued, “Yesterday was my last birthday in this house. Can’t remember the last time anyone from my family wished me”

Harry’s heart completely shattered at the last statement. How could he forget? More likely how did he not notice?

“You know that they love you, right?”, Eric said, hesitantly.

“There is a difference between ‘supposed to love’ and ‘loving as much as the other children’. I know they are forcing themselves to love me because they aren’t supposed to have any other feeling other than love for their child. But their love for me won’t ever reach the height of the love they have for you guys.”, Lilith replied.

Y/N stepped up the stairs cheerily to call out for her happy family to have the last meal of the day, however seeing Harry on edge, Y/N’s smile disappeared.

She startled him to an extent where he slightly flinched at her touch. Not knowing what's going on, Y/N presses her ears against the wall, to pick up the conversations. “Yo--You know that they don’t hate you, right? They are the best parents in the world”, Erica asked, her voice quivering, not wanting to see this side of her parents. “I never said they were bad parents. They were just never supposed to be mine”, Lilith spoke, unapologetically, shocking everyone hearing on the conversation. “Yesterday was her birthday”, Harry murmured, looking at Y/N’s shattered face. She had tried hard to put past every negative feeling and be a good mother to Lilith. But, she failed terribly. “I would rather have them hate me. It’d be easier to accept their actions, rather than thinking that they loved me to such an extent that it got excessive and they couldn’t handle it. I don’t want my only definition of love to be ignorance and neglect. It won’t be fair, after all these years”, Lilith sighed. Y/N’s heart crumbled apart as she knocked softly at the door, the eyes on her. “Dinner’s ready”, it was as if she provided them with water while they were parching. Everyone was quick to leave.

That’s why Lilith hated to open up. No one could ever handle the bitter truth.

Lilith walked past her parents, no emotions in her eyes.

Given that Lilith was actually Harry's ex's child, who couldn't support the upbringing, Y/N was slightly jealous and Lilith stayed as the reminder of that jealousy. For Harry, she remained a constant reminder of the rough phases between him and Y/N. They never saw how bitter they went against her.

The dinner table was heavy. Jake and Stella didn’t know what was going on, but they thought it would be better just to be quiet. Harry cleared his throat. “So, Lilith, I remember you doing football, how’s it going?”, Harry tried to act nonchalant. But Lilith knew he knew. Lilith knew he overheard. Because if he didn't, he wouldn't remember. So she didn’t bother covering up her greens. “I stopped playing years ago”, she replied. “Why?”, Harry choked out. “Because people who were supposed to love me decided not to show up at a single game. And at last, it proved to be of no use.”, Lilith said, her snake green eyes choking everyone in the room. Harry didn’t lie when he said he remembered. He vaguely remembered the coach calling him to just say how good Lilith played and could represent the school in Nationals or Internationals even, only if she continued. He was disinterested and forced a clipped smile. Little Lilith’s heart fell and she left the team days after.

“So, what do you like nowadays?”, Y/N asked, trying to take matters forward, since she was the one who major fucked up!

“Nothing and No one.”, she shrugged.

Harry and Y/N sat defeated. “Dude, they are trying to talk to you, don’t be hard to get to!”, Erica rolled her eyes.

“Sorry that I’m not high so I can’t take a freaking conversation well.”, Lilith scoffed. Gasps fell from lips. It was an obvious lie, but the lack of humor at the dining table didn’t help factors. “It’s just less than a month. I will be out of your hair, so leave me out of your business”, Lilith said, feeding as little as she could, and got up to her room.

Harry touched the smooth picture he had found on Lilith’s table, with a small ‘picture perfect’ written under the polaroid; one where his family was happy; where he had a happy family, only that picture lacked one person, one person that never thought was deserving to be in that picture. He wasn’t aware when the picture was taken. He didn’t know why she took it. But it stung like a thousand wasps were feeding on his cut.

He felt fucking pathetic.

He remembers a few lines from her essay that he had read earlier. “Sometimes, people act like they love the other person in the row more than the person next to them. To teenagers, it's a replaceable lover. To parents, it's an irreplaceable child. But the effects sting just the same. This process just reveals the insecurity of people; they think that by making one jealous, they can make the bond stronger. Only this bond strengthens the bond as much as it weakens it.”

Perfect smiles don’t make a picture-perfect family. Shared secrets and tears do so too. But he failed a little too much in seeing both the tears and smiles.

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part 2

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[atoasttokiwis]

Does anyone know of any Harry Styles fanfics where you break up and get back together after he’s seen you after a long time? x

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[falllingstyles]

Spreading you open is the only way of knowing you

Y/N isn’t quite ready to be with Harry the way he wants, resulting in many nights of unspoken words and sweaty bodies. 

2.5k words // TW: mentions of sex and minor mistreatment (can’t exactly call it abuse but it wasn’t love or an appropriate relationship)

The cacophony of noise from the city below was no match for what had echoed from the walls of Y/N’s flat for the past twenty minutes. She was sure she would be quite embarrassed to see her neighbors the next morning with the noises that were undoubtedly loud enough to be heard through the walls. She was even more embarrassed by the thought of them not even being phased anymore. But her discomfort was worthwhile as they all kept their mouths closed. 

The sight of Harry Styles frequenting her front door was something they saw quite often, and the shock of a massive celebrity leaving out the same door the next morning had worn off over the past few years. Meeting the year of his second to last tour with One Direction, the two had grown close behind closed green room doors and over long phone calls. But it wasn’t until he left the band that Y/N had noticed a change between them. It was quite crazy to think of how that change let them to their position now.

Y/N laid on her bed, basking in the shadow that Harry’s body created, watching his chest rise and fall as he slowly fell back onto the sheets. Taking one last moment to right himself, he ran his hands through his hair, despite it being far too obviously unkempt to pass as simply bedhead. After seeing his hair look so many different ways over the years, his hair after her hands ran through it was easily the best looking, but she’d never admit it.

He looked down at her, finding her stare within seconds as he always did. His eyes had become such a comfort, that it was hard to picture a night without them roaming over her body like they had done for years now.

His smile, ever-present, was different. His eyebrows slightly furrowed, Y/N could tell he was thinking hard. Struggling to find the words he was searching for, Y/N simply ran her hands along his bicep, hoping it would bring him some solace.

“I’ve, uh, got to go to Bath next week to work on something I wrote a little bit ago.”

Y/N perked up. “A song! You’ve written a song!”.

He giggled a bit, “Well it is my job.” The nerves washed over him again, the song he had written wasn't something he really wanted to have to explain to her. The inspiration coming after a difficult night they had spent together while on a break from his first tour. “But, me and some guys found a great studio there and I think it’d be nice to hash it out with them.”

Y/N propped he head up now, closer to Harry’s lips than he thought he could handle. “For a second album?” She whispered, trying to hide her excitement at the possibility.

Trying his best to conceal the truth - behind both the prospect of a second album or the fact that it was entirely thanks to her - but ultimately failing, Harry nodded. Y/N didn’t even bother to cover herself up, leaping from her position under the sheets to straddle Harry, whispering about her excitement.

He lifted her off his torso and more onto his chest, with the anterior motive of not being able to handle another round of her body atop his waist, and basked in her excitement.

“That’s wonderful Harry, I'm so happy for you. How fun! A new album, more pretty suits, more touring.”

“Maybe you’ll come along for more of it this time”. He asked apprehensive, not being able to muster the courage to look into her eyes.

Y/N moved further from his body, letting out a small laugh. “Me?”

“Me?”

It was obviously not the response he was expecting to hear, such was evident in his rapidly falling smile.

“Who else?” He asked slowly.

“A real date?”, she asked.

“Yeah,” He said, his confidence from only a few moments earlier almost completely gone, “At the place Ben was telling us about.”

“That restaurant is always jam-packed with people, I don’t think-”.

“We don’t have to go to that restaurant, there’s a nice trail-”.

“A trail? Harry, I’m not quite sure I could...”

Fumbling over every word made the thoughts race through her head even faster. Not a single cohesive idea was around long enough before the fear of being seen shot it down. The cameras, the fans, the press. She could see the headlines now, ones calling her a slag and a gold digger, the posts making assumptions about her and her relationship with Harry. Comparing her to his past girlfriends, the girls with ultra-slim waists and perfect pouts.

“It’s alright we don’t have to do anything big, I just wanted to-.” He muttered whilst reaching out to caress her thigh. A nervous habit she noticed he had over the past two months since she met him.

“No, we can’t do anything.” She said louder, cutting him off again. Her breathing became heavier, and the feeling of his eyes on her was unbearable.

The ‘anything’ that he was referring to was a broad range, one in which they both were scared to breach the subject of. Admit that they had both thought of some sort of future together, in which all their worries melted away with a simple touch. A future full of late nights and hectic mornings, picking children up from school, eating a big dinner, and asking how their days went. A future that started with a date, and led to many many more.

After a long pause, filled only with the sound of their heavy breaths, he whispered; “You don’t want to go out on a date with me?

“I can’t”, Y/N choked out.

“You don’t want to be with me?” She could see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

“I do, I just can’t”.  Just the same as she couldn’t tell him how deeply in love with him, that every beat of her heart was for him. She loved him, but what came with his heart wasn’t something she could carry.

“Nobody has to know, no one but our friends. I know you don’t like the paparazzi but-“

“What kind of relationship would that be! We just fuck in private and pretend we don’t know each other in public?”

Funnily enough, it was exactly what they ended up doing. When you researched ‘Y/N L/N’ online all that came up was her name and photo from the ‘about us’ page of the production company she worked for, just as she liked it.

If you really looked hard enough in the foreground of a few photos of Harry taken at restaurants or beaches you could spot her, but her face among their sea of friends wasn’t one worth recognizing. Despite Harry saying otherwise. He didn’t often pay attention to the people who called themselves fans of his when they picked apart the photos transpiring from invasive cameras with too bright flashes. But when some would pick up on a glance between the two of them, a grappling of hands, or a stolen smile he couldn’t help but dwell on it. He understood what simply being seen with him brought upon her, but is he too optimistic for thinking she’d ever be willing to endure it for him?

It was easy for Y/N to ignore the fact that their relationship, or whatever it was called, had become exactly what she didn’t want it to be. The moments in which she would look at him and wonder what it is they were doing would end as his lips would be on hers in an instant.

It wasn’t that they didn’t have anything else to do, they spent a very long time as nothing more than friends and they undoubtedly had fun. Being able to wander the halls of arenas, gorging on expensive foods in restaurant back rooms, and jumping off yachts. Until things became - complicated - they never doubted their friendship. There were no secrets that they hadn’t whispered to each other under the cover of a starry night. Or so they thought.

Y/N couldn’t believe what they had done, not that she could bring herself to fully regret it, but having sex with her best friend for the past three months - even after she turned him down - was something she could never have imagined. She had sat at his kitchen island many times beforehand, but never after having just been underneath him. She watched as he meticulously placed the cheese for his quesadilla at the stove in front of her. He had insisted he make them a small meal after she had mentioned hardly eating much of a dinner.  

Harry had always taken very good care of her, but this was different. He always paid for meals no matter Y/Ns resistance, invited her to parties with his hot shot friends, and gave her gifts she never felt she fully deserved. But this wasn’t something she had ever really had before, this realization being so profound that she told him. He grinned, now focusing on chopping the onions. The sizzling in the pan filled the kitchen, filling the void of silence that Y/N was debating breaking.

“Ryan was never so … gentle with me”.

The sizzling continued, but Harry paused. After Ryan had broken up with Y/N she had spent the proceeding two weeks at his flat watching shitty TV and crying into his shirts.

“Ryan wouldn't have made you a meal…. after?” Harry asked, not daring to breach the subject of what they had just done.

“I mean, sometimes he would but I’m talking about … when we…” Y/N felt like a child, she couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say a stupid word. Harry’s head whipped to her, an unrecognizable expression on his face. “He didn’t like … do anything” referring to one of her worst fears “but … sometimes I wasn’t able to tell him to loosen his grip or slow down when I needed him to.”

Harry had done everything she had told him to. When she asked him to change positions, he obliged without a second thought. Telling him where to put his hands, what she liked, and how fast to go. But not only could she feel his consideration with every stroke, but something else as well. Something that they shied away from at every second except for in bed.

He didn’t expect her to laugh at his question, after having spent so many nights hyping himself up to ask it. Trying to remind himself that Y/N was his friend and that he would take a question like that seriously (because she’s always taken his other serious questions with the reaction he’s hoped for in the past). He looked into her eyes, a pair that he thought of in the moments before he fell asleep. She quickly realized the seriousness in his face and moved a bit further across the bed.  Despite not being able to make it far considering the mass of pillows along the edge.

Harry wanted nothing more than to reach out to her, but it was obvious at this point, six years into their friendship and three years into whatever it was they were doing now, that there was no point. Not unless she was underneath him could he evoke the reactions he wanted from her. The careless smiles of absolute bliss were like a secret he could only be privy to at night.

“I… I’m sorry Harry, you know that I ca-“

“You can't do what!? Y/N? You can’t…”

Y/N’s suddenly felt every inch of her body that was touching Harry’s, his torso underneath her, her feet at his thighs. Every inch burned. The affection that had just been pouring out of her, both emotionally and physically to both their delights, had suddenly run dry. There was nothing but unsaid words and rumpled sheets now, the passion long gone.

Y/N could never tell if what they had been doing for months was ruining their friendship, or that their friendship ended the second that he leaned in and kissed her that night in New York all those years ago.

Y/N could never understand how someone could ever say that the magic to being in New York City could ever be lost. She had lived in her apartment for a few months now, and it was easy to say that she loved it. A space to herself, if you ignored her three roommates of course. It was only temporary of course, being needed back in London in six months, but there was no way she was going to sit idly by and let those six months slip away.

Making her extra grateful to have Harry come visit. Y/N had fixed the creases on her comforter at least nine times before she received his text telling her he was on her way up. Sprinting past her roommate's doors and into their well-decorated foyer she stood excitedly waiting for him.

The second Harry stepped in before he even got a chance to look around - there was Y/N running toward him -  she had a hard blazing look in her face as she threw her arms around him. And without thinking, without planning it, without worrying about the fact that the roommates he had heard plenty about were watching, Harry bent down and kissed her. After several long moments, or it might have been half an hour (or possibly several sunlit days) they broke apart.

The grin that had been on both of their faces only moments before was still plastered on their faces but now covered with cherry red lipstick. Lipstick that Y/N rushed to wipe off Harry’s soft lips as she slowed her breathing to avoid the person attached to the footsteps that were steadily growing louder.

But with each kiss, they communicated just what they couldn’t say out of bed. The words that they could hardly even dare to think, let alone say out loud. So when it came to conversations in the space they usually used for sex, it became difficult. Leading them to one of their two usual answers. Have sex, and if they already did, have sex again, but ultimately to leave and pretend like it hardly ever happened.

So, when Harry watched Y/N slowly crawl off the side of the bed, he could hardly force words to come out. Only being able to push a final “Why can’t you? Y/N? please.”

The tension grew stronger with each article of clothing Y/N put back on. She took her time meticulously fixing the hem of her shorts to ponder his question. Why? Why couldn’t she? But, she was already two steps from the door. Leaving the room that fostered the only space Harry and Y/N would truly allow themselves to be open.

I’ve never written for Harry before so go easy on me please! I really do like this though, it was a lot of fun!

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[vintagekp]

A/n: Hello loves. Hope this one is better. Had more idea of what I'm doing. Feedback and request are always welcomed!!

Gif not mine.

Not today

You were not in the best mood at all today. First of all you woke up at 6:00 am to go to a meeting which then lead you to stay at the office 2 hours longer. But even when you came home it just got worse. Harry wouldn't be coming back until 10. It was 8.

You just slipped out of your work clothes and jumped in the shower. Hoping it would make you just a little better. It helped but in the slightest. You just did what you do Everytime you didn't feel good. So you just hop into your bed with your-his shirt and just played queer eye. Hoping that would make your day better it didn't. You started to cry. You were just so stressed out that you didn't even hear Harry come into the room.

"Darling, what's wrong?" He slips out of his clothes and slips into bed bringing you into his lap.

"I- i" you chocked but he just shushed you and started to play with your hair. He didn't say anything and encouraged your tears. And you did. For nearly an hour. He knew it hadn't been a good day. He just held you and rocked you back and forth until you calmed down a bit. He started to say sweet nothings too.

"now darling, I want you to breathe and tell me what's wrong. There's no reason to cry." He told you. You felt so much warmer with him. He made you feel like there really was nothing to cry for.

"I just had a shitty day. It just got me to overthink a lot." And it was true. You overthink a lot about work and just life in general.

"it's all right now. Look." He pointed towards the clock that read 11:59.

" it's almost the end of the day.once it's 12 it will be a whole brand new day. Then you can just start it all over like nothing happened." You just looked at the clock and when it hit 12:00 you sighed.

"thanks bubba. You make me feel like there's nothing wrong in the world."

And with that he just brought you into his chest and played with your hair. He kissed your forehead and with that you fell asleep knowing if Harry was there it was going to be okay.

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[harrykilledmoi]

Itty Bitty Fiction | Harry Styles - ITTY BITTY FIC #3: Neon Dreams Are For Lovers (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/wbVrEBcxSZ A collection of Harry Styles edits and short blurbs/fics to go with them.

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[britswriting]

First Ultrasound | Quadruple The Love H.S

A/N: Just so we are clear, I'm not purposefully picking white girls to play the role! I'm just picking cute photos! - Also, there are more quadruplet images of Caucasian babies smh lol, but I will use POC photos as well! It's Y/N series, not an x person series so the skin color will more than likely not stay consistent!

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"Babe, I can see you sweating from here" Harry chuckled, walking towards me from the car.

Harry dropped me off at the automatic doors, the awkward wait and stares at my belly making me uncomfortable as he parked the car.

“Shut up! It’s fucking hot, Harry” I groaned, Harry intertwining our hands the welcomed AC

Checking in for something other than a pap smear and a stomach virus felt weird. 

I turned to look up at Harry as he filled out one of the forms, passing the front desk woman our insurance car, a grin on my face as it started to set in why we were here.

I was here for a baby. My baby. We were pregnant. I'm getting a checkup and an ultrasound.

Harry kept his hand in mine as we walked the halls, reaching the OBYN waiting room, quite a few pregnant people and there partners were sat. A few girls were on their own, and one girl had another girl sat next to her, both of them looking over a baby must haves magazine.

"Let's sit over here" Harry murmured quietly, dragging me towards a back cornered area of the waiting room next to a kids activity table.

"Aw!" I cooed, "Look how small" I pointed at the little kid chairs and coloring books.

I felt the waterworks start, Harry chuckling as he snatched a coloring book off the table along with a box of crayons.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pulling myself back together, sitting down next to him.

"Coloring" he replied like it was obvious.

"It's a kids coloring book"

"So"

"Oh my god" I laughed, Harry flipping through the book, landing on a page of a cat with a mermaid tail

Harry colored the page, ignoring my teasing comments, passing me a crayon to join him before my name was called, the nurse grinning as Harry set the coloring book and crayons back on the table.

"If you can just step on the scale real quick. Would you like to know your weight or not?" She asked, respecting that I opted out, marking down the numbers before leading us to one of the rooms.

I thought getting STD tested was scary, but answering nurses questions for your file when you're pregnant is way scarier.

What if my numbers are too high? or low? What I have some weird blood type that is going to corrupt this child? What if I already had a bad weight gain? What if I'm already on the road to some sort of high risk pregnancy like diabetes or preeclampsia?

"Y/N? You have to uncross your legs and relax babe" Harry noted, the blood pressure cuff getting strapped around my bicep.

I sighed, nodding as I tried to relax, hating feeling the cuff tighten around my arm.

Did it have to hurt so much?

When the nurse confirmed that I was pregnant, my heart dropped to my stomach, the feeling of needing to throw up causing my throat to tighten.

There was a huge smile on Harry's face as the nurse continued to explain the next steps, but all I could think about was;

I'm pregnant.

I have a baby inside of me.

I'm in charge of another human. This humans life is in my hands. In my womb.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Harry rushed, pushing himself out of the chair and to my aid, "breathe. in, out" Harry coax, catching the nurses attention.

I did some deep breathing, getting myself to calm down, Harry's hand squeezing my own when he mouthed "Are you okay?" to which I nodded, only for the nurse to ask me if this was an unwanted baby.

"It's in your chart that you've been trying?" She asked, sounding confused.

"We have" Harry confirmed, the nurse looking over at me, confused.

"I just.. I'm pregnant" I spoke softly, Harry's brow furrowing. "I'm excited... but I'm.. I'm terrified. It's all on my shoulders to keep this baby safe. I'm just.."

"Y/N, breathe" Harry inhaled, then exhaled, having me follow him.

"I'm sorry" my voice cracked, my eyes stinging as tears threatened to rush down my cheeks.

I'm already a horrible mother.

I can't even act excited in front of the nurse.

"It's natural to be nervous" the nurse eased, my slight nod and Harry's soothing knuckle motion hopefully being enough to calm my nervous system. "You can be over the moon and terrified all at the same time. It's perfectly normal" He continued.

"I know.. I just.." I chewed my lower lip, "What if something happens? I mean, it's a miracle I'm pregnant to begin with and now.. and now that it's actually happened how do I make sure I don't mess it up?"

"Mrs. Styles, we're going to do our best and make sure you and your baby are healthy. Sometimes things happen, and it's never the mother's fault-"

"But it's my bodies fault" I interrupted, not daring to look at Harry.

"Sometimes things happen-"

"Because of my body. I can't have a baby" I interrupted again.

"And you're pregnant" the nurse's head nodded, my lips pursing.

"But I shouldn't be"

"It's not that you shouldn't be. No doctor told you it's suggested that you shouldn't be. You were told it was be hard to be; but not impossible, and look, now you're pregnant! We're going to keep watch, do our best to protect you and your baby and hopefully things go to plan. You can't worry too much though Mrs. Styles. The elevated blood pressure can risk you getting quite a handful of pregnancy complications" He warned and that alone was sending me into a mental hurricane.

When it came time for the ultrasound, Harry was giddy beyond belief.

I was as well, but I knew I'd be more excited once I was told that everything looked okay.

That me, and baby were okay.

Worse case scenario, I'm somehow miscarrying. Somewhat worst case is the pregnancy tests were false and my biggest fear that was forming a pit in my stomach was that I was pregnant, but I had some sort of detached egg and placenta thing, creating a high risk and or termination of pregnancy.

What if this was my one chance, and it didn't happen properly and I have to terminate it?

I don't think I'll survive that.

Harry called "Come in" when a knock sounded on the door, a youngish looking woman greeting us with a chart in her hand.

I laid back, the gel getting spread on my stomach, Harry taking a photo which made me laugh.

"Your fans would lose their minds if they knew you took selfies" I teased, the ultrasound technician smiling as turned on the machine.

"What they don't know won't kill them" he grinned, shoving his phone back in his pocket when I grabbed mine, returning the favor to record his reaction to seeing the baby.

"Are you guys ready?" She asked, the two of us nodding, our attention now on the tiny black and white static screen.

"Here's baby" She pointed, the little flick of a bean catching our immediate attention, "and... here's heartbeat" She pushed in on a button, the woosh sounding making our ears perk and our grins widen.

"What do you think, baby?" I asked, turning to look at Harry, seeing an overwhelming look of adoration towards the little screen, my heart melting right then and there.

I can't wait to watch him with the baby. He's going to be the best father ever.

With lack of reply, I turned back to look at the screen, wishing the baby was bigger so I could truly appreciate what was actually inside of me.

The wooshing noise stopped, my eyes snapping to look at the technician as she turned the screen towards herself.

I could feel my heart thump against my chest as I glanced over towards Harry who seemed worried, but was appearing to try very hard not to let it show.

"Everything okay?" I carefully asked, the technician humming.

"Baby's fine" she replied, "Um" she turned the screen back to us, "Do you guys see this?" She asked, pointing at the little bean, both of us nodding, "And do you see this?" She flipped screens, showing another bean. Harry's head tilting as I nodded slowly, also confused.

"That's the same, right?" I asked, the tech staying quiet.

"Do you see this one?" She asked, now my heart was really beating out of my chest.

What was happening?

Was this some kind of sick joke?

"You see here, each one has their own sack.." she pointed at three didn't placenta sacks.

"Yeah.."

"I uh, you're having triplets" She announced, my body stilling as Harry's eyes widened slightly, lips parted out of shock. "Here's baby A... baby B... baby C" She noted, the little letters showing up on the screen before she took a picture.

"There's three? Three babies?" Harry asked, the tech nodding as she went back to the video screen, moving around to show each one.

"Three's three"

"How- what?" I stumbled, leaning up on my elbows to try and get a closer look.

There is no way in hell there are three babies inside my fucking womb right now.

"There's just three, right?" Harry asked, my eyes widening at the possibly of more.

I'm going to be fucking huge.

"I'm not a golden retriever, Harry! I can't have a litter" I panicked.

I wasn't even supposed to have one baby, and now I'm having three?!

THREE?!!!!!!!

"I can only see three" She confirmed. "There could be one or two hidden behind one of the other ones-"

"MORE?!" I freaked.

"But that's rare" She finished, my eyes practically popping out of my head as I started to laugh.

"You're joking right? That's just like.. some prank you do on new parents? Ha ha.. jokes funny. It's just one, right?" I freaked, Harry's hand finding mine, the tech shaking her head.

"I'm not pulling your leg. It's triplets at least" She said, my body falling back on the exam bed.

Triplets.

Fucking triplets.

How the fuck am I gonna carry triplets?!

BIRTH TRIPLETS?!

No.

No I can't.

I can't birth triplets.

"Do I have to birth them all? Induvially?!" I worried aloud.

"It's extremely rare due to complications. You have a extremely if not guaranteed confirmation of a c-section"

"I can't have a VBAC next time right? if there is a next time? if I want a next time.." I rushed out, the idea of not having the dream vaginal birth was making my heart feel crushed.

I knew I shouldn't have hopes and dreams, especially since this wasn't supposed to happen period.. but I can't help it.

If it was one baby, or maybe even two... I could've possibly had a vaginal delivery, right? Like that could've been a possibility?

"Let's cross that road when we get there" She chuckled and I sighed, my eyes falling shut.

I could hear the tone of Harry's voice, the vibration it caused in my ears, but I couldn't make out the actual words as tears begun to roll down my cheeks.

I'm having triplets.

Three babies.

Three babies are growing inside of me.

T h r e e b a b a i e s a r e g r o w i n g i n s i d e o f m e

I have to raise three children at once. Of the same age. Forever.

Oh my god.

"Babe, I can see the smoke coming out of your ears from here" he snickered, "Quit thinking so hard"

I rolled my eyes, my hands coming up to cover my eyes.

"You're positive it's three?" I asked again, the tech confirming for what was probably the fourth or fifth time since I blacked out whatever Harry said.

I left the appointment with my brain spiraling and a few pregnancy pamphlets in hand, Harry already googling the recommended websites.

"Wait, it says that multiples rarely go to full term, meaning... we have like........ way less time than normal" he finished, making me laugh at his lack of words.

"Aren't you scared?" I asked, turning to face him as he scrolled through his phone.

"Scared? Sure. The excitement overshadows it though"

"How does the excitement overshadow the fear?" I genuinelly asked, baffled by how his emotions were a complete 180 to my own.

"Because we went from day and night worrying about not having any kids, to having three, Y/N. I mean, that's insane! A whirlwind if you will, but it's exciting! We're having three babies!"

I stayed quiet, Harry rambling the entire drive home about how we have so many more names to pick out now, and asking me if we were having one nursery, or a gendered nursery or even giving them each their own nursery.

Saying I was overwhelmed was an understatment.

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[mulledcherrywine]

Drive my Car

summary: Harry loves to embarrass you

a/n: been a while and i missed youuuu

Even though you’ve been together long enough to know every detail about each other, your heart still seems to skip a beat when you see his message pop up on the screen.

H <3 : i’m outsideeee

You peered a little through your glazed bathroom window, adjusting the necklace wrapped around you. He’d given it to you on your last birthday, and hardly ever took it off.

There he was. Sat in his little yellow sports car, sunglasses on and one hand so nonchalantly on the wheel, and like always, the seat next to him empty just for you.

You quickly wrote back you were on your way down as you threw his cardigan - that you definitely “forgot” to return - over your dress.

As you opened your townhouse door, the blare of Funkadelic’s “I Call My Baby Pussycat” was impossibly loud. There was your boyfriend, jokingly shaking his head in the car to the song he clearly set beyond earths decible sound limit.

“Harry!” you laugh-shouted, waving your hands to turn it down. The psychedelic sound assault was something your elderly neighbors were likely to have sending them 6-feet under.

“What?” he mouthed exaggeratingly, pointing to his ears.

“Turn it down!” you said, now in a fit of laughter.

“I can’t hear you, baby. S’loud in this neighborhood, don’t know how y’live out here!”

He didn’t obey your requests until you were fully in the car.

“Yeah, well, some idiot likes to turn up his music in his souped up vintage car just to show off around here. Thinking of having him locked up.”

“Hm, well i’d love to meet him sometime. He sounds great”

“He is” you said, leaning across the seats to give him a kiss.

“Bet he’s got a really hot girlfriend too”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. Though his eyes were nearly hidden, you could just make out the little crinkles by his eyes he always got when he smiled.

He started up the car properly and pulled out of the spot.

“So, where are we headed?”

“Want to just drive today? Not really feeling like doing much today”

“Y’got all dressed up just to drive with me?”

“I’d get dressed up to pick up trash with you, H”

He grinned hard again.

“Driving it is then” he said decidedly, taking your hand and running a thumb over your knuckles.

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Send requests!!

Also wanted to say... if you recently sent me an anon request about subspace, I WILL be working on that soon!!

I have a lot of free time this summer and want to work on writing more, so, if anyone has any requests, please feel free to send them in!!

Mainly interested in writing Harry Styles stories, but would definitely write for:

Joe Burrow

Lewis Capaldi

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[thesadstoryofme]

The One Where Harry Says Goodbye.

The love Harry had for Y/N was indescribable. She was passionate and caring and loving. She had a smile that could light up any room and her heart was made of gold. 

They met 10 years ago. She had stumbled her way in to a pub that was close by his flat. She sat down in the stool next to him, smiled and ordered a club soda. He was infatuated with her. She had long hair and beautiful eyes , he thought. 

“ What’s your name?” She had asked him, sipping on her club soda.

“ Harry” “ What’s yours?”

“ Y/N” She smiled at him sweetly.

  “ beautiful name” He replied causing y/n to smile. 

“ You’re not from here” He spoke breaking the silence as he took another sip of his beer.

“ How’d you know?” She laughs. “ I just moved her last month, I’m doing a fashion internship here for 3 years.” 

  They spent most of the night talking. He told her about his love for music and how he hopes to one day tour the world and be an inspiration to thousands of people.

  It was almost 2 am when Y/N glanced at her watch. She had an early morning and needed to head back to her flat. 

“ It was so nice to meet you and to get to know you but I must get back to my flat, I have to be up in four hours.” She replied as she pulled out some money.

“ Can I have your number? Maybe we could get together for coffee sometime?” He asked her and she nodded as she wrote her number on a napkin and handed it to him.

//

They kept in touch often and they would grab lunch and go for beers every now and then but they never acted upon their feelings for each other. 

He was so in love with her. 

As the months when on Y/N and Harry became close. She would spend nights at his flat, sleeping in his bed with him, they would watch movies and cook food and sometimes get drunk and have drunken sex.

He knew this girl was gonna change his life.

//

6 years. 

It had been 6 years since they first met and 5 since they started dating. He asked her to move in with him pretty quickly.  

    Y/N was finally finished with her internship and started working as a fashion designer and even started her own clothing line, through the internet. It was her passion and Harry loved seeing her work hard.

Harry was finally releasing his own music online and soon enough a label reached out to him. 

They started spending many nights alone, Harry was in the studio working on his debut album and Y/N was spent in her studio down the street from their flat working on her next design. 

//

Marriage was never a thought. He never asked her and she never asked him why.  

It was only a year ago that they found out Y/N was pregnant.

She was late and the thought had crossed her mind when her mom asked her about it. She had hung the phone up and rushed to get a couple test and when all four came back positive, she was scared.

Kids wasn’t something they ever talked about. 

“ Pregnant?” He asked her as he examined the test.

“ Yes Harry” 

“ We can’t have a kid.”

“ And why is that?” he could hear the hurt in his voice.

“ Because, my career is just starting. This will ruin everything” He stormed out of the room.

It was only a year when Y/N found out she lost the baby.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces. How could she cry over something he didn’t want.

She was alone. 

They never tried for another one.

//

10 years later.

Harry’s 2nd studio album had released and soon enough he was offered to go on tour.  

“ You can’t just leave me here by myself” 

They were fighting. 

“ What do you mean? I have to go. I have tons of people who are counting on me.  Who have bought tickets and merch. This is my dream, Y/N. You have to let me live it.”

“ I need you here more than ever. At least let me go with you.” She begged.

“ You can’t. They told me not to bring any family with me” He lied.

“ That’s such a load of crap. You don’t want me to come with you cause it will ruin your reputation.” She wiped the tears from her eyes.

“ So what! I’ve supported you in your business and I've stayed up late helping you with order's. I think you owe me this. “ He was stood in front of the island that was placed in the middle of their shared kitchen and she was on the other side. 

“ If you leave to go on tour. I’m done. I’m done being your girlfriend.” She didn’t wanna say it. She meant it though, deep down. 

“ That’s not fair” “ You can’t walk away from me” “ from us” Harry was covered in tears, his eyes so red. She wanted to kiss him so bad.

“ You’re walking away from me. You’re gonna be gone for a whole year.” 

“ I love you so much. I have loved you everyday for the last 10 years and I will always love you. This is my dream and I want you to be a part of it too but you’re to selfish to do so. I need to do this.” His hand gently grabbed hers and he brought her hand to his soft lips and placed a million tiny kisses. 

“ Harry, I love you so so much but I can’t be apart from you for a whole year and god knows how many years after that. I have to break up with you. I have to take care of myself.” 

“ I will always love you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me” He replied through tears. 

“ Music is the best thing that ever happened to you.”  She walked away up stairs and they didn’t speak for the rest of the night. 

//

She was gone, Her bags were packed and his heart was broken. 

In another life, She would be his girl and they would keep all their promises be them against the world. 

Maybe they’ll find their way back to each other.

A/N:

I’ve been away for a while and haven’t actually sat down to write. I lost my dad a year ago and have been suffering some major depression. Hopefully I continue to keep writing! Request will now be open! Hope you enjoy! 

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[peterfriggingpan]

Masterlist

Kill your darlings series (angst):

Part one: The meeting

Part two: The beginning of a beautiful friendship

It’s hard to be sorry series (angst) (Complete):

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

Part five

Meet cute series (fluff):

Part 1 - Meet cute

Part 2 - Love at first sight

Part 3 - Best friends

Part 4 - First date

Imagines/One-shots:

1. Just a little bit of your heart

2. Airports

3. Stretch marks

4. Girl crush

5. Crazy in love

6. Nap time

7. Firsts and Lasts

8. Lonely Together

9. A little less lonely together (Lonely Together Part 2)

10. Rainy Sunday afternoon    

11. Birthday Letter

12. Nothing good ever happens after 2 a.m.        

13. When there’s no one to come home to      

14. Broken promises

Harry’s tattoo stories series:

1. Birdcage

2. You booze you lose

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[kawaii-harrys]

We are meant to be, aren't we?

Chapter one 

Time flies. But the journey through the memories still seems to stay the same. For once did Y/N wake up on her own accord, not relying on the alarm clock. It was chilly, as it had been raining some minutes prior. 

6.24 AM,  the digital clock read. One year ago, she wouldn't have believed that she would be here, in University of Manchester, doing something that she loved. And she could never imagine herself waking up before the alarm clock, and before the sun. 

She started the day,  as usual, looking up at the figure sleeping in front of her and smiled at him. She had an evil idea planted in her head, so she rushed to the bathroom sink and collected a few droplets of water. Slowly she rushed the water into his ear as he groaned softly, feeling uncomfortable and then his face screwed up and his eyes looked up. She bit back a laugh as she taunted “Look who finally decided to wake up”. “Oh shut Up Y/N! You woke up just now too.”, he muttered back, smiling furiously.

“Ready for Mr. Hoover's ecology class? I swear the assignment was heavy on me”, he sighed, twisting his face in discomfort some more and she laughed. 

The early morning class was a part of her favorites, it helped her connect with nature more, or so she claimed. She just liked the freshness. Although she wasn’t an early bird, she did like both aspects of the 24-hr cycle. Waking up early, she felt energetic and productive. Waking up till late, made her feel connected more to herself.

“Wanna shower together?”, she asked laughing, as he stood up from his head and shook his head to wake himself up, “Yep”.

_______________________

Harry and she entered the class five minutes prior to the beginning of the class.

Mr. Hoover looked over to her once, and gave a smile that she returned.

“Why is Katy looking at you that way?”, Harry whispered into your ear. “In what way?”, she asked back. “Like, I wish she were out of the picture so I could be with Harry”, he whispered back and she elbowed him in the ribs to keep his narcissism in check. “You aren't getting rid of me soon enough”, she smiled. “It should be the other way around”, he said with a weird smile on his lips. 

“Wanna hangout after class?”, he asked fifteen minutes into the class. “Sure, where?”, she shrugged. “To Starbucks?”, he questioned. “I'd prefer tea to be honest”, she looked at him, while he snorted. “What's funny?”, she asked him. “Nothing, Just something in my head”, he laughed again. “You're weird”, she rolled my eyes at him. “And you're mine”, he snuggled his head into the crook of her neck, as she internally panicked at the risk of someone catching them.

She let out a small giggle, as the class ended and both of them walked out, hand in hand, like two pigeons flying in love. 

Honestly, the story would date back to years ago, when they were still thirteen, and in middle school. Harry was a very reserved, closed off dude, and too cool and ‘intimidating’ for others. But, in all reality, he was a sweetheart. Nobody saw him in the light that she saw him in. Their moms were best friends, which resulted in them having playdates, all the time. He would play tea party with her, every time she’d ask him, and sometimes, just sometimes, it intimidated her, the way he was a better person, all in all. 

Once when she was six, she broke his favorite color palette, and she was super guilty and apologetic about it, and she felt her tiny heart break when she addressed the tears in his eyes. He didn’t say anything to her, but she knew, if it had been her, she’d end up screaming and crawling on the floor and giving silent treatment to him for three days. But, it was Harry. He was like a golden saint, incapable of doing anything wrong. 

And he didn’t cry, didn’t sob. He just gave her a smile and said that ‘it was alright’.

Broken smiles are more painful to witness than tears.

However, she did end up gifting him a new palette for his birthday.

Thirteen years old.

Twisted theories about sex and kissing and fooling around would go around in the heads of the kids. However, Harry and Y/N would spend time running up a nearby hill, from where a dragonfly would witness them laughing about weird rumors, would see them in it’s pixelated visions, touch each other’s cheeks, and had seen them, digging up a hole to put in letters and precious treasures for the 8 years in future.

The butterfly over the nearby mush, hovering over a pretty flower, would eavesdrop on their conversations. “Hey, do you ever think, the seeds that we plant are actually the trees that have died, and that time is reversing for them?”, Y/N asked him. “No, I don’t think so. Because aren’t we supposed to go from small to big and not from big to small?”, Harry questioned, pressing his glasses up his nose. “I don’t know. Because lotuses never grow to trees; they don’t see the Sun more than once, they need to save their time until they decide to bloom; because, once you bloom, you advance to the end and there is no denying that”, she said, interlocking her hand in his, as both of them sat away from each other on opposite ends of a tree, their backs pressing against the rough trunk. “In that way, isn’t death the only survival?”, Harry questioned.

Y/N looked down. 

“We are too young to worry about future”, she answered lowly.

“And yet, our future depends on the choices we make as young people”, he replied sighing out, tipping his head up.

The sky had been clear.

“Hey, will we be together forever?”, Y/N asked, looking down to her lap.

Harry went quiet for a while, as if his pretty brain was trying to scoop up a pretty answer. The butterfly made his way closer to them, choosing a flower next to them, as if, it too anticipated Harry’s answer. It settled down on Harry’s black sneakers. “Forever… is a long time, Y/N. For tomorrow though, I will be with you”

Two thirteen years old, out of their mind, with only one knowledge that, whatever they had between them, was normal, would run downhill and escape to their houses.

Fifteen was when it really happened. The blue swallowtail, perhaps a generation or two younger than the one who had eavesdropped on them, kept hovering around them.

“Would you…like it if I fell in love with you?”, Harry had asked, still sporting his glasses. How it flew out so effortlessly from his lips was still a wonder for Y/N, because she had been trying to write letters, find the perfect words and pick the best emotion to ask him the same question. But nobody could do the job better than him. 

“I have been waiting for you to fall in love with me”, she replied back as his face broke into a smile. The perfect melody to his symphonies, and the perfect rhyme to his poems had been her, all along. And he knew it so perfectly.

“Are we supposed to kiss?”, Y/N asked, her hands pressing against each other and her head low.

It’s really surprising how, everything changes once you turn sixteen. You learn to live. But then you turn seventeen, and feel like everything is falling apart, and building up at the same time. You become mature, and comprehend things under so many different spells.

But, right at this moment, at fifteen, they watched the wet ground splatter mud on their shoes. He walked; she jumped. And in a perfect rhythm, two fifteen-year olds, under the gray sky which was about to unload soon enough, kissed. The touch of his lips on her had been soft; like the pair of lips were made up of the softest cotton available, and his taste had been like strawberry and chocolate. And willingly, she gave her first kiss to the first boy she fell in love with. 

She spent her sacred moments with him. They discussed futures; but never did they plan them; for who could tame time? 

She looked at the man in front of her now, grown out of the skin of a fifteen year old, and into the skin of a 21 year old. 

There was a buzz in her pocket, bringing her out of her reverie. She looked down at her phone to see her mom calling. “Hey mom”, she replied cheerily. “Are you coming next Friday, darling?”, she asked in a sweet tone that Y/N never really had heard her speak. “Yep, I am coming”, she replied happily, it was around Christmas and, she was way too eager to visit her parents. “Not yet”, her boyfriend, cheekily mouthed at her and she shoved him to the side. “Well, alright. I-I love you”, her mom stuttered a bit. “Well, I love you too mom”, she chipped happily before cutting the call. “So, which tea?”, Harry asked her, grinning like a mad man.

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