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Hi my loves! Currently working on highschool!Harry and daddy!Harry requests, but here’s a little something to tide you over until they are finished. Hope you guys are all well and as always, my ask is open. Love each other a little harder today. xoxo-S

You still didn’t know how you had ended up here, but waking up in the bed of Harry Styles had become a regular occurrence over the past few months. You had met by chance through some mutual friends and suddenly you were answering his texts and letting him cook you dinner on the weekends he was in the area and spending more time between the sheets with him than you’d like to admit.

So as you watched Harry slowly putter around his room, getting ready for his day in front of camera’s, you reflected on how he had pushed his way into your life and made a nice spot for himself. A spot that you were beginning to fear losing because you knew that if it were to become empty, it would not fill in so easy again.

“What’re you lookin’ at, cheeky girl?” Harry hummed, doing up the button on a pair of black jeans that you were almost positive he had worn for the past three days.

“Preparing myself to get out of this insanely comfortable bed and get on with my day,” you sighed, throwing the duvet off and letting your feet hang over the edge.

“You seemed a bit zoned out there,” he called, heading into his closet. You hugged the shirt you’d worn to bed closer as you traipsed in after him, interested to see which obnoxiously printed shirt he was going for today. His stylist had left him five options to choose from and he stood in front of them, finger pulling at his lip as he tried to decide.

“What do you have going on today?” you asked, sidling up beside him and letting out a yawn. His right hand left his lip to scratch his nails gently up and down your back.

“Just a few meetings fo’ the album,” he hummed, pulling on the fabric of a bright yellow patterned shirt with his left hand.

“I like this one,” you decided, holding out a bright blue shirt with a subtle flower print. The silk was smooth against your fingers as you played with the sleeve and you didn’t dare look at the label to see which fashion house Harry would be representing today.

“Then this one it is,” Harry decided, plucking it from your grasp with a quick peck to your mouth. You shoved him away quickly, mindful of your morning breath, and he laughed as he slinked out of his closet.

As he continued to putter around the room with his shirt unbuttoned, humming a tune foreign to you, you made your way into the bathroom so you could leave when he did. You don’t remember when it had happened, but seeing your toothbrush set next to his and your products on your side of the his and hers sinks had become normal.

“Why don’t you jus’ leave it? You’re here ‘nough,” he had rambled one morning as you scrambled to pack up your overnight bag.

And so you had started leaving little things here and there, just enough that you could stay and get ready in the morning without looking like the quintessential walk of shame.

“Babe can you grab the hair stuff Lou gave me a few weeks ago?” he called, “Think I stuffed it under the sink.”

With a toothbrush hanging out of your mouth you bent down to rummage through the cabinets, rolling your eyes at how nothing was organized. It was a mish mash of products Harry had bought or been given that he had never used or only opened once. He could probably have started his own hair salon with the amount of pomade and gels in his possession.

“The Bumble?” you asked, mouth full of toothpaste, pulling out a bottle closer to the front. You knocked over two random bottles of shampoo from brands you had never heard of as well as a box of tampons you had stashed there should mother nature decide to bless you while you were with Harry.

As you bent down to put the wayward items back in, you stalled, box of tampons in your hand and toothpaste dripping from the corner of your mouth. On your knees in front of the sinks you began counting backwards in your head, ticking off your fingers and rechecking to make sure you had the date right.

“‘Arry,” you mumbled around a mouth of toothpaste, “Wha’ day is i’?”

“Wednesday,” he intoned back.

You stood up and hurriedly spit out your mouthful of foam, “No I mean the date.”

“Oh, uh,” he hummed, presumably opening his phone, “The fourteenth. Why?”

“I thought I had an assignment do,” you called, lying through your teeth as you quickly shoved the offending box back under the sink and slammed the door shut. You hunched over the sink, closing your eyes and taking a few deep breaths, suddenly feeling very lightheaded.

A warm hand on your back brought you back to reality, Harry now stood next you with brows furrowed in worry, “S’matter, love? You poorly?”

You slowly shook your head and forced a smile, turning and pressing a quick kiss to his jaw, “No just stressed about school and work, the usual.” He accepted your answer and let you scoot by him to get dressed as he fixed his hair.

You were distracted the rest of the morning, barely remembering to give Harry a kiss goodbye before you flew out the door for class. Your mind was busy worrying all morning through your lectures and it got worse as the day wore on. So bad that your boss let you leave an hour early because she was worried you were coming down with the flu. Before you could even consider going home you made a beeline for the closest pharmacy, glancing nervously over your shoulder for anyone who might recognize you. You had evaded the public eye for the most part with Harry, but you both had mutual friends in the area and the last thing you needed was to run into someone.

With a sympathetic smile from the female pharmacist you were scrambling out and back to the safety of your apartment with the bag of tests tucked securely in your purse. The door to your one room flat slammed loudly behind you as you tore off your jacket and shoes, making a beeline for the bathroom. It’d been awhile since you’d felt the need to take one of these and even before it was mostly because you were paranoid than anything. Your hands were shaking with the thought that this could be real.

Within minutes your bladder was empty and three different brands of tests were carefully laid out on paper towels on your bathroom vanity. You set the timer on your phone and then went into full panic mode.

Just this morning you had been thinking of how much you liked having Harry in your life and now there was a possibility that all of that was going to change. He was an amazing person, thoughtful and sweet to his core, but this was not something either of you had planned for or even discussed and to be honest, you weren’t sure if you would be able to go through with it all. You had years of school left ahead of you and many plans that did not include a baby to look after.

“Holy fuck,” you whimpered, glancing at your phone to see you still had five minutes left as well as a days worth of missed texts and calls from friends and family. You thumbed through the call list, deciding that calling your mum back in this state would only warrant questions you didn’t want to answer. The last thread you checked was between you and Harry, him giving you updates on his day, asking about yours and checking to see what you wanted to do for dinner. You sent him a text that you’d gotten out of work early and headed back to yours before setting your phone down and waiting for the timer in silence.

You almost smashed your phone on the floor when the timer finally sounded, scrambling to shut it off and look at the results. Each one read the same and you sank to the floor in tears, relief coursing through your body. You picked yourself up for a second check before swiping them off the counter and right into the bin out of your sight.

You figured that you owed yourself a relaxing afternoon and evening, sprawled out on the couch and waiting for Harry to bring home whatever takeout he was craving today. You hoped it was something a bit greasy; you felt the need to treat yourself after the stress you had been under all day.

Just as your stomach was starting to feel like it was eating itself Harry let himself into your apartment in his typical ungraceful style; accidentally slamming the door into the wall as he juggled his keys, the take out and a bag from the local grocery on the corner.

“‘Lo love!” he called, his upbeat mood bringing a smile to your face. A happy Harry was exactly what you needed to end your day.

“Hiya,” you answered back, untangling yourself from the blankets on the couch to see what he had brought home. He stood at your small kitchen counter with his back to you as he unpacked chinese cartons from a large paper bag.

“You are the best, did you know that?” You sighed, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind and giving his shoulder a quick kiss.

“I think I do alrigh’,” he hummed, lifting his arm to bring you around to his side where he could give you a proper greeting. You smiled against his mouth and shut your eyes, leaning yourself into him and relishing in the calm that came over you when he was around.

“You seem much more relaxed,” he noticed, pulling down two plates from your cupboard as you began to open the containers to see what he had gotten. You nodded absentmindedly and sucked some duck sauce off your finger as you dished out portions onto the plates.

“D’ya want some wine with dinner?” You asked, already moving for the fridge.

“Yeah, be right back, I’ve had to pee since I left the offices an hour ago!” You laughed to yourself as you heard his boots scurry down the hallway. The apartment was quiet otherwise, just the hum of the TV in the background as you poured a glass of white for both yourself and Harry and grabbed whatever else you would need to veg out in front of the TV.

You swung around with both plates in hand and jumped, not having heard Harry come back into the kitchen. He stood in the entryway between the living room and where you were with his eyebrows drawn in and one of the packages you had carelessly disposed of in his hands. You felt the blood drain from your face and all the zen you had instilled over the past hour be replaced by fear and stress. You quickly moved to set the plates back on the counter and ran your sweaty palms down the front of your leggings as you faced Harry again. He was looking at you now, one eyebrow cocked in question.

“Go’ somethin’ t’tell me?” he asked, the cheerfulness he exuded just five minutes ago now long gone. He held out the box to you, which you carefully took and placed on the counter behind you next to the plates.

“No, actually,” you grimaced, cracking your knuckles nervously in front of you. It was a tell tale sign you were nervous, one that Harry usually playfully scolded you for. But there was no teasing in his eyes, he didn’t even flinch at the sound, his gaze imploring you to explain.

“I realized this morning I was late so I-I went and got a test at the pharmacy, but they were all negative,” you rushed out, taking a hesitant step closer to Harry, “Nothing to worry about.”

He scoffed at you, “Nothing t’ worry ‘bout? If it was nothin’ t’worry ‘bout you wouldn’t have bough’ the bloody test!”

You flinched as his voice rose, reaching out a hand to place calmly on his shoulder. He looked at it but didn’t make a move to push you off, so you took a half step closer, “Harry it’s not a big deal because it was nothing.”

“Were you gonna say somethin’?” he asked, his voice deadly low.

“No,” you answered honestly. He shut his eyes and sighed, your hand jostled off his shoulder as his came up to rub at his eyes. You’d both had long days and he was already under too much pressure as it was, he didn’t need to come home to this.

“Harry I would have told you if I needed to, but it was a false alarm, I just wanted to be sure,” you tried in your calmest voice. In the short time you two had been together you hadn’t really fought, maybe a quip here and there, but you were worried that it was all about to change.

“You should’ve tol’ me,” he finally sighed, hands on his hips as he looked at you, “I bet you worried yourself sick all day, alone.”

“You don’t need the extra stress Ha-,” he cut you off before you could even finish the sentence.

“Oh come off it!” He gestured between you two with his hands, “Whatever this is between us, we’re both equals. You don’t ge’ t’decide what I’m privy too if it involves us both.”

“What good would that have done Harry? Hm?” You had tried to stay calm but the stress of the day had thinned your patience and you were starving. “You would have worried all day about nothing; you wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it. I was scared and wanted an answer before I worried you as well.”

He seemed to deflate at that, letting his head fall forward on his neck and scratched at the back of his hair, “Okay, I see where you’re coming from,” he finally conceded, “But I don’ want you to worry alone, it’s not healthy. You can come t’me with anything. You know that righ’?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “We’ve never talked about this before and we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months, Harry. It’s just scary.”

“Love, I don’ think we’ve spent a nigh’ apart since I came home a month ago and I’m pretty well acquainted with all parts of your body,” you rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile, “You don’ have to hide from me. We’ve got a good thing going ‘ere, I’m in it w’ya.”

You gave a silent nod in affirmation, effectively ending the spat just as quickly as it had started.

And just like that, all the stress evaporated off of your shoulders again. Harry smiled softly when he saw your shoulders un-tense and your arms fall from their position crossed over your chest. He took a step towards you, pulling you softly into his chest where you buried your face and let your eyes close for a moment.

“We should talk abou’ wha’ we’d do, should’ve done tha’ awhile ago,” he whispered into your hair, hands running slowly up and down your back. You propped your chin up on his chest to look at his face, accepting the soft kiss he gave you.

“After we eat,” you sighed, breaking away from Harry to pick up your now cold Chinese food, “I’m so hungry I could eat everything in my fridge right now.”

“Well at leas’ you’re not eating fo’ two!” Harry joked, knocking your hip with his. Your jaw dropped as you watched him giggle to himself, happy he had gotten a reaction out of you.

“Fuck you, Styles,” you growled, heading to the couch. His laughter escalated, following you into the living room as you settled yourself on the couch.

“Too soon?” he asked, plopping himself down next to you and giving you a cheeky grin.

You just rolled your eyes as he giggled again, “Way too soon.”

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