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Story of Our Life

A Harry Styles Imagine

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: None

A/N: This is something a little different that was inspired by a dream I had where I was singing Story of My Life with 1D in a car... Also, I made some cover art on procreate plz don't judge my mediocre art skills lmao. Hope you like it!!!!!

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Excerpts from

STORY OF OUR LIFE

Y/N Styles

To Louis, the best chauffeur I’ve ever had.

To Liam, who keeps us all sane. Steady on, mate.

To Zayn, who always offers a shoulder to cry on (and a cigarette).

To Niall, the king of late-night chats (and snacks).

To Harry, for everything, forever.

Introduction by Harry Styles

Before she was my wife, Y/N Styles was Y/N Y/L/N. We met in 2011, six months before we would be setting out on the Up All Night tour. Even though I had been on TV, in recording studios, and performed live on the X Factor Live Tour 2011, I was still just a shy kid from Holmes Chapel who couldn’t quite believe his luck. I think I spent that whole year in a state of disbelief, afraid that at any moment, someone would tell me that it was all a joke and I wasn’t very good at singing, actually. Every time I took a shower, I half-expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out at me from behind the shower curtain. Y/N, on the other hand, walked into the conference room at Columbia Records, sat down at the head of the table, folded her arms across her chest, and asked us each, individually, if we had read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and, if so, how did we feel about it? Immediately, I knew that this girl was going to be someone special.

Her dad, Greg Y/L/N, was going to be our tour manager. When it was time for the label to put a team together, he was at the top of the list: a goofy dad with a daughter around our age who had toured with some of the biggest musicians of the 90s. He was the perfect choice for a bunch of kids who didn’t really know what they were doing: industry experience to make sure the day-to-day operations went smoothly, and the paternal instinct to protect us as best he could (we called him Papa Bear, which he pretended to hate, but we all knew he secretly loved it).

We grew up together, spent months on end traveling the world, learning algebra on private planes and sneaking out of hotel rooms to wander foreign cities in the middle of the night. Fast forward to today. While Y/N was pregnant with Willa, our second child, she spent the whole third trimester on bed rest. Eventually, she got so bored that she scrolled all the way back on iCloud. Our older daughter, Hazel, was fascinated by the pictures of me and the band, and Y/N spent hours recounting our days on tour. I told her that she should write a book, but she refused at first. We have enough money, she said. People will think I’m making a cash grab. I told her that was bollocks, but if she really felt that way, she could donate all the profits to charity. It’s perfect, really, I said. The 20-year anniversary of One Direction is coming up, and it would be cool to give the fans a peek behind the scenes. Really, there’s no one better than you, darling, because you know the real us. She agreed, but only if all five of us were okay with it, and if all of the proceeds could go to The Trevor Project. So really, it’s actually me you should be thanking for convincing her to do this in the first place.

Anyways, here it is. The Story of Our Life: Growing Up With the World’s Biggest Boy Band, written by my amazing wife, Y/N Styles.

Chapter 5

Out of all the One Direction boys, Louis was the first one to get his driver's license in America. He spent the few months leading up to the Where We Are tour with his girlfriend in California, and wanted to buy a fancy car to drive her around in. Hence, the license. So, when the tour made its way to North America, he somehow managed to convince my dad and the security team to let him drive us from the hotel to the venue a few times. Of course, the windows were tinted (and we were not allowed to open them), we were surrounded by a security detail, and there was always a bodyguard in the backseat, but it didn’t matter.

On the night of the second show in Detroit, we all piled into a tricked-out Toyota Sienna, the best minivan on the market in 2011. Louis and Liam sat up front, I was squished between Harry and Niall in the middle, and Zayn and the bodyguard sat in the way back. We had the radio blasting and were singing along to some absolute bangers, like Party Rock Anthem and Super Bass, when the first few notes of Story of My Life started playing. Louis groaned and reached over to change the station, but I leaned forwards and slapped his hand out of the way before he could, turning the volume up a few notches.

“Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain,” I sang along with Harry’s voice, turning to look at him with a mischievous smirk. He was mouthing along but bit his lip as soon as I caught him. Liam piped up with his part and I shook my head, laughing.

“Do you guys seriously only ever sing your parts?” I asked. Next to me, I felt Niall shrug.

“Feels wrong to sing someone else’s, even off stage,” he said, before chiming in on the background vocals as Zayn jumped in on his part.

“Well, you should do it anyway, just for fun.” Liam turns around and lifts his eyebrows in a silent challenge. Harry and Niall jumped in, and soon we were all belting out the words to every part.

When the final chorus came up, I turned to rest my head on Harry’s shoulder, singing his part back to him. He was usually the shameless one, but his cheeks were tinted pink and he stopped singing for a few seconds. His green eyes were wide, but they never once left my own. I felt his chest rise and fall in a deep, steadying breath before he began singing again.

From that moment on, Story of My Life was our song. Every time they performed it, he turned towards the side of the stage during the last chorus, where I sang along. On the rare occasions that I sat in the audience, his eyes always managed to find mine. We sang lines to each other all the time. Our favorite thing to do, much to everyone else’s dismay, was yell Zayn’s pre-chorus to each other from across a room.

“And I’ll be gone, gone, tonight,” one of us would start.

“The ground beneath my feet is open wide,” the other would respond.

“The way that I’ve been holding on too tight,” the first person would say, before we both shouted, “With nothing in betweeeeeeeen!” That line was always the loudest, and we always dragged out the last syllable until we couldn’t breathe anymore.

Chapter 9

When Harry’s solo album dropped, I was in class, taking my Algebra 101 final. My test-taking nerves were multiplied tenfold by the fact that I knew people were listening to it right now, and I wasn’t. We had kept in touch after One Direction broke up, mostly over text but occasionally, when he was in LA, he came to my house to have dinner with me and my Grandma (and Dad, if he was home).

I listened to it all the way through on the drive back home to Pasadena after I finished my exam, and as soon as I pulled into the driveway, I texted him.

I signed up for a presale code, and refreshed my laptop continuously for five straight minutes in order to get tickets for his LA show. Harry was furious with me. When I texted him that I was officially coming to the show, he called me in the middle of a meeting with his tour team to yell at me. Something along the lines of, “I put you on the VIP list, you dumbass! And invites to the afterparty were just sent out yesterday!”

To be fair, I just wanted to support my friend, and to this day I still feel uncomfortable asking for free tickets from anyone when I have the means to pay for them. I think it’s all the guilt from five years of attending One Direction concerts for free. But anyways, that next fall, I found myself backstage at the Greek Theater with a VIP badge around my neck, feeling intense deja vu as security led me to Harry’s dressing room.

“Y/N!” He yelled as soon as the door opened. I had no time to react; I was nearly knocked over by the force of his hug. His mom and sister were there, too, and I was passed around for more hugs before settling next to Harry on the couch.

“So, how’s it going? How’s school?” he asked, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. That’s one of the things I love most about Harry; no matter how long it’s been since he’s seen someone, he always picks back up like no time has passed. He is scary good at keeping up with what everyone else is doing, even when his own life

“Kicking my ass already and it’s only been three weeks,” I said with a chuckle. “But better than last year, that’s for sure!” Harry’s brows furrowed and he waited expectantly. “Did I not tell you that my original roommate was psycho?”

“No, I don’t think that’s come up before.” I pulled up a photo on my phone and handed it over to him without a word, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen his eyes wider than they were in that moment.

“Holy shit,” she said.

“I wanna see!” Gemma whined, leaning across the coffee table to snatch the phone from him. “Oh my god, Mum, look!” She handed the phone to Anne, who frowned down at it.

“This was your dorm?”

“For all of three days, yes,” you answered. “I’m not sure what creeped me out more, the life-sized cardboard cutout of Harry watching my every move, or the fact that she threatened to blackmail me if I didn’t introduce her to you.” Harry was doubled over with laughter with tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

“What are the chances of you, of all people, rooming with a crazy One Direction fan in college?” he asked, struggling to breathe enough to support his vocal chords.

“The school investigated and they found an invoice for a private investigator on her computer in a folder with a bunch of my personal information and photos of me that looked like they were taken from behind bushes and trash cans. Apparently, she gave him that paparazzi photo from the week we were in London during On the Road Again and he was able to track me down.”

“He was able to figure out your identity from that photo?” I nodded, and Harry looked impressed, yet mildly disturbed. “She must’ve paid a fortune.” The photo in question features all five members of One Direction on their way into the O2 arena, and in the background, you can see the blurry back of my head as I slipped into the back door ahead of them.

When it was time for Harry to get ready, a security guard led Anne, Gemma, and I to the VIP section and we settled in for the show. He killed it on stage, and it was great to see him back in his element, joking with the fans between songs and waving to everyone he made eye contact with. He performed What Makes You Beautiful and the cheers were so loud, even in the small-theater setting, that I knew I would probably have trouble hearing tomorrow.

“Alright, now normally I’d go straight into Kiwi, but there’s someone special in the audience today and this next song means a lot to the both of us, and she was the one who told me to sing all of the parts even though it feels weird, I hope you’ll forgive me for making you wait a few more minutes,” he said with a smirk, knowing that no one was going to complain about an extra song. My smile widened and Anne wrapped an arm around me, squeezing my shoulder, to acknowledge how special this moment was about to be. Just like old times, Harry looked straight at me as the intro music started to play.

“Written in these walls are the stories that I can’t explain,” he began, and immediately tears started welling up behind my eyes. I joined in, leaning my head on Anne’s shoulder for support. When he got to the second pre-chorus, he yelled out “And I’ll be gone, gone, tonight!” and held out his mic for the audience to sing the next line, but I caught an almost-imperceptible wink as he smiled up at me and I knew that he could care less if anyone else chimed in.

“The fire beneath my feet is burning bright,�� Anne, Gemma, and I screamed, hoping that we were loud enough for him to pick our voices out of the crowd.

He sang the next line, and so did the audience, but I kept my mouth shut and joined in on the last line. He dragged out “between” so long that he had to jump back in on “I take her home.” I was the only one still singing along with him at that point, and the audience let out confused laughter, looking back and forth trying to figure out why he wasn’t moving on yet.

Chapter 11

We’ve never talked about how we got together, and once the gossip magazines found out that I was the daughter of One Direction’s former tour manager, they just filled in the blanks themselves. I try not to read those things, but I do remember seeing a few headlines like “CHILDHOOD SWEETHEARTS RECONNECTED!” over that grainy paparazzi photo of us in Holmes Chapel before the Manchester Love on Tour stops. Others spun the fact that I was doing PR on the tour into a fake “HARRY STYLES KISSES EMPLOYEE” scandal, and it just spiraled out of control from there. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

When the pandemic hit, I was at home in Pasadena with my dad and grandma. We had no other “bubble” because my grandma was immunocompromised. Needless to say, I got very bored very quickly. It got to the point that I would cycle through the contacts on my phone, Facetiming everyone in alphabetical order by last name until someone picked up. Harry was one of the only people who answered every single time. We ended up calling each other almost every day, sometimes to chat, or just to have someone there, in the background, while we went about our days. He was with his band, working on what would eventually become Harry’s House, and I spent many days listening to them work through different lyric and melody combinations while curled up in my childhood bedroom with my work laptop. He even interrupted a Zoom meeting I was in, once, excited to play part of “Music for a Sushi Restaurant” for me.

I was working remotely for a PR firm, after graduating college in 2020, my options were limited and, in the end, the place only gave me an offer because they worked with Columbia Records and knew my dad. I mostly wrote copy about movies to be put on Wikipedia or IMDB, which was super boring, so Harry seriously saved my life by letting me listen in on his studio sessions, or to the audio of whatever show he was watching and his commentary.

By the time he was able to start prepping for Love on Tour, I was working at the firm’s office building on Sunset, just about ready to quit my job and sell foot pics online.

“Come on tour with me,” he said, (seemingly) impulsively, during one of our Facetime sessions in which he patiently listened to me complain about how Mark from accounting wouldn’t stop coming over to my desk to “chat” every hour on the hour.

“What?” I answered, laughing a little.

“Seriously, Y/N, it’ll be just like old times! We can race on the dolleys they use to bring the speakers in, and I’ll even let you win this time.” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s not really winning, then, is it?”

“Okay, fine, I won’t let you win. But I am serious, Y/N. You should join me on tour.”

“What am I supposed to do, just follow you around the world like some sad, desperate groupie?”

“I mean, you are a bit sad and desperate.” I flipped him off, to which he responded by cackling with laughter.

“I’m sad because my job sucks, and desperate to get away from Mark, not to get into your pants.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be my mistress, you’d be doing PR for the tour, obviously.” Harry’s cheeks flushed with the slightest hint of pink,

“Well, maybe you should have led with that!” I started laughing, too, and it took a while for either of us to be able to speak again.

“Okay, sorry, I’ll start over.” He took a deep breath to calm his giggles, but still couldn’t manage to keep a straight face. “Y/N Y/L/N, I would like to formally request that you join me as my PR Manager for Love on Tour. My publicist is about to give birth, like, any day now so she obviously can’t go gallivanting around the world. Really, you’d be doing me a favor, and who better than someone who already has my dressing room requests memorized since half of them are actually yours.”

“You still have the same dressing room requests?” I gave him a skeptical look.

“Old habits die hard.” He shrugged. “And even though I don’t drink Diet Coke, having it in the fridge makes it feel like you’re there with me.” The pink was now red and I bit my lip to keep myself from smiling too wide.

“Alright, Mr. Styles, you have a deal.”

Like he said, old habits die hard, so even though we were now adults and my dad wasn’t on tour with us, we still fell into our old routines. Back in the day, I was never allowed to be alone in a room with one of the boys, but we had our ways around it. Usually by walking through the hallways of the floor of the hotel everyone was staying on, checking in with the guards stationed at either side on every loop. So while we could have hung out in our rooms, more often than not, we walked through the hotel hallways in circles just like we used to.

The night before the Pittsburgh show, Harry showed up at my door at 10pm with a bag of sour gummy worms.

“It’s not Haribo, but it’s close enough,” he said with a shrug, flashing me his trademark “Harry Styles” grin. And just like that, we were off to wear a hole in the carpet, or so I thought. We hadn’t even made it through one full loop before he pulled me through a random door marked “Employees Only” and dragged me up three flights of stairs.

“Are you taking me somewhere private so you can murder me?” I asked as we trudged through the dirty stairwell.

“Something like that,” he answered. But when we reached the top, he opened another door and we were on the roof.

The view was gorgeous, the moon was bright and cast a cool glow on the Pittsburgh skyline. I turned to Harry with wide eyes.

“Scoped it out earlier,” he said with a sheepish smile on his lips. “Just thought we could use a change of scenery.”

“It’s perfect,” I said, reaching out to squeeze his hand in thanks. “As much as I love hotel hallways, this is better.”

We sat on the edge of the roof, dangling our legs over the top of the building next door, and passed the bag of gummy worms back and forth as we talked. We were out there for so long that my eyelids started to get heavy and our conversation slowed down. I leaned my head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around me, huddling closer for warmth (or so I thought).

“Wanna listen to some music?” He asked. I nodded and he pulled his Airpods out, sticking one in my ear and the other in his own.

Story of My Life started playing and my heart rate sped up, pulsing adrenaline through my body. Suddenly, I was wide awake and hyper aware of every place our bodies were touching (thighs, hips, my shoulder to his chest, his shoulder to my head, his arm on my bicep).

I lifted my head up and turned to look at him.

“Do you ever get sick of this song?” I asked. My voice was quiet because I wasn’t sure I actually wanted to know the answer.

“No,” he replied. His voice was low and raspy and it made my stomach flutter. I felt myself leaning in, unconsciously, as he continued. “It reminds me of you, and I could never get sick of you.”

He brought his free hand up to my face and rubbed his thumb in soft circles on my cheekbone, and his eyes flickered down to my lips. The distance between us closed as if we were replaying something that had already happened in slow motion. Eventually, I could just barely feel the soft brush of his lips against mine. My mouth fell open just a bit in anticipation of what was to come, but Harry paused.

“It’s you, Y/N,” he whispered.”It’s always been you.”

Feel free to cross my name out and write in your own, I won’t be mad. I get it; what really happened was better than any self-insert fanfiction.

Chapter 17

I’m going to keep most of the details of our wedding private, but I will tell you about our first dance, because it ties into a lot of the other stories that I’ve written about. If you haven’t noticed by now, Story of My Life is sort of the underlying theme of this book, and that’s because it’s been the underlying theme of my life, the soundtrack to my relationship with Harry.

After dinner, and some absolutely mental toasts, Harry and I were eager to get the party started. Even though he’s not the best dancer, I have never met anyone who dances with as much joy as Harry does, and I love getting pulled into his wild, spontaneous routines. But our first dance was different. The fairy lights surrounding the garden were twinkling in the moonlight, and Niall, Liam, Louis, and Zayn stood on the sidelines to sing, you guessed it, Story of My Life. We swayed in circles, gently, without trying to put on a show or impress anyone else. It was a beautiful, full circle moment, and the boys even dragged out “between” just a little bit to tease us.

Life is funny. One minute, you’re sixteen and screaming “The fire beneath my feet is burning bright,” at your best friend and you think that this is it, you will be touring the world with your friends forever, and the next you’re twenty-seven and in a wedding dress, leaving mascara stains on the shoulder of his suit. But I wouldn’t change a thing, because I think it was written in the walls all along.

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callsign-foreigner · 2 years

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You’re as Cold as Ice - Part 1

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader (iceman’s daughter)

Part 1 of upcoming series

(Definitely some angst in this one, kinda living for it though)

*this is my first imagine/fanfic (whatever you like to call it) in a really really long time. Most of my old writing was when I was 14 and writing abt Niall Horan so please bear with me 😂

She never thought that she’d ever have to come back to the North Island willingly. Though Phantom had thought of every possible way to get out of the mission, she knew that because of the standing of her father and that of her own, she wasn’t exactly able to deny the navy. Like there was even a real choice.

The last time anyone at seen her was Top Gun graduation, where she was of course, top of the class. Phantom took leave for an entire year after graduation and not many had heard from her ever since, except for a few friends and family of course. But even those interactions were limited. She had been on a few missions here and there, but it seemed as though she was living up to her call sign, Phantom. Being everywhere, but no where at the same time.

Phantom walked through the door of the Hard Deck, Sitting at the bar, trying to calm her wavering anxiety and put on the calm and collected facade she had been perfecting over the years. A certain dark haired woman was behind the bar, studying her and squinting her eyes while staring.

“Well, Well, Well. Looked what the tide washed in.” said a smiling Penny. Phantom chuckled and relaxed a bit. Penny Benjamin was always a sweet woman who acted like a second mother of sorts to all the woman who walked through her doors. She was one of the best.

“It’s great to see you, Penny” Phantom breathed, trying to keep her voice down.

“It’s great to see you too, heard about your combat kills. I believe congratulations are in order, Ace.” Penny said as she tipped her head to the pilot.

“Why Thank you” she said and smiled at the bartender. “Been tryna beat Maverick’s record for a while now. Man’s a fossil”

“Hey!” Said a familiar voice, just behind Penny.

Penny laughed and moved to the side to reveal

the only and Pete Mitchell, or Maverick, as many knew him by.

Phantom smirked and put her hands up “it was about time the Kazansky name held the record. Sorry, old timer”

Maverick put his hand to his heart and faked a shot to it “you wound me, kid.”

She laughed as she approached her ‘uncle mav’ and went up to hug him. Maverick pulled his goddaughter into a bone crushing hug and sighed.

“been a while, kid.”

“It’s been like 2 months, Mav”

“I swear it’s been longer!” He replied, making Penny laugh at the two.

Maverick pulled back from their hug and began whispering “where’s my sweet little sidekick?”

Phantom looked around quickly to make sure no one had heard Mav.

“He’s currently with grandma and grandpa, being smothered in love and candy” she said in a fake cheery voice while rolling her eyes at the candy part.

There had been a rumor when Phantom took her year long leave after graduation, about her being pregnant with a random guy’s baby.

The said rumor had turned 4 a couple months prior.

Only a handful of people knew she had a kid and only one person knew of who the father was. The one, of course, being Maverick.

“I’ll have to stop by sometime and see him. Kid’s getting too big, every time I see him I feel like he’s grown a foot” Maverick spoke sadly

She chuckled and put an arm around him

“I feel the same way. Feel like just yesterday I was pushing him out of m-“

“Don’t be gross, kid.” Phantom laughed at his comment and retreated to a seat next to him at the bar. As Penny poured her a beer, Phantom noticed quite a few khaki uniforms such as her own, scattered around the bar. Another cluster of them gathered in the back by the pool tables.

“I’m guessing you’re here for the mission.” She said as she took a sip of her beer.

Maverick sighed “You know your pops is always tryna help me out somehow.”

Phantom knew her father had a soft spot for her uncle Mav, and how her father was always saving his ass when he made huge mistakes.

“That I do know. But, he wouldn’t have picked you for this job if he didn’t think you could do it. You know that, Mav.” She looked over at him, expecting to have him looking at her, replying back, but instead she found him staring at the doors, not listening to the last few words she had spoken. Just as she looked at the door, someone walked through, Hawaiian shirt and all.

Rooster.

The one man she dreaded seeing. Of course she couldn’t act as she felt, for many reasons. But for just a second, she felt like she was back in time, 5 years ago, watching him with so much adoration and love. But just as the emotion came, it was gone. Filled with mostly anger, and a bit of sadness.

Maverick looked back at her to see her also looking at Rooster. He knew how she felt and what the history was between them. He wished he could offer some advice, but since Rooster wasn’t a big fan of him at the moment, he didn’t think he really should.

The pilot sighed and stayed silent until Phantom spoke again before taking a swig of her beer

“I wonder what would’ve happened, had he kept his dick in his pants.”

Maverick only shrugged and said in a low tone

“Maybe he would’ve made a great father.”

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #top gun #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #pete mitchell #pete maverick mitchell #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #rooster bradshaw imagine

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mxssingmemories · 1 month

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requests: open!

i'll write:

fem!reader

teen/daughter!reader

x reader

fluff

self-harm, eating disorders, depression (see bottom for more info)

au's

diverse readers

i won't write:

suicide

nsfw/smut

pregnant!reader (for now)

who do i write for?

spencer reid

aaron hotchner

derek morgan

emily prentiss

jennifer jareau

david rossi

steve rogers

tony stark

natasha romanoff

peter parker

bruce banner

thor

james potter

remus lupin

sirius black

lily evans

harry styles

louis tomlinson

niall horan

liam payne

zayn malik

sal vulcano

joe gatto

brian quinn

james murray

a note about sensitive topics:

my intention with writing things like eating disorders and self-harm is not to romanticize it. i'm only comfortable writing requests/ideas like them because they're things i've been through & know about. if you feel like i've romanticized it at any point, please let me know.

#navigation

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makeupinthedrawer · 2 years

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for the headcannons literally anything dad!niall or husband!niall x pregnant!reader PLS AMIE LOVE BABY

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BABY😭😭😭😭💗💗💗

Chosen Family

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pracstyles · 2 years

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Ever heard of abortion?

Imagine - Y/N finds herself pregnant unexpectedly and now Harry and her marriage is on the test.

Warning - this series concludes the mention of abortion, angst, panic/anxiety attacks, mention of pregnancy

Part 2 will be out soon!

masterlist

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Fans screeching, screaming Harry's name, laughing at his jokes are the things she is used to by now. She knows how crazy people are for her husband. Y/N sits on the VIP booth, Jeff by her side as they both watch Harry performing Fine Line. It's one of her favorites, although the whole album is a beauty, that song steals away her heart every time she listens to it.

"When's this over again?" She raises a question through the loud music. Jeff glances at her, checking his wristwatch.

"Only thirty minutes left."

She's excited for it to end as well as upset. It's the final concert of his Europe tour, making her all bittersweet. With the tour going on, she had arranged some free time out of her schedule. Y/N is a well-known, infamously talented actress. While her manager whined at the idea of her going on a vacation unannounced for two months upright, she didn't falter to cancel all the movies she was offered, just to be with her husband.

Some would say they are still experiencing that honeymoon phase where the couples couldn't get enough of each other and are in ultimate love but that's partially the case for the Styles.

They had dated for three years before tying themselves together in this forever commitment. Now, it's been more than a year, both still going strong, their bands still decorating on their ring fingers like a daily reminder for them that they have each other to love dearly.

When the last chorus of Fine Line enters her ears, she smiles fondly, dreaming about how both of them would be free for a few more weeks before going back to her shootings, away from him.

"Here you go." Jeff handles her some chicken nuggets that were especially been served for them. Thanking, she takes the foil from him. The moment she looks down at the served snacks, her nose crinkled together in repulsion as the awful smell reaches her nose, devouring her mind into nausea.

She feels like puking her guts out. Quickly and almost throwing her packet on Jeff's lap, she makes a run towards the exit, going directly for any nearby washroom. It didn't take much time for the manager to comprehend what's about to happen when he too rise from his seat, following her.

Y/N opens the wooden door of a vacant bathroom, not caring for the world that Jeff has entered too in the ladies washroom. He's here to help, she thinks.

Crouching to the level of the toilet seat, she throws every food particle she had eaten before coming with Harry. She feels Jeff behind her, maintaining his distance and only letting his arm soothes her back to ease her.

"You alright?" He asks, worriedly the second she lifts her head. Y/N only nods, her head paining and back aching all of a sudden.

"Let's get you back. Harry would panic if he won't see your face there." Jeff walks out once making sure she is stable enough to stand up by herself.

Lazily, her legs drag her in front of the large mirror where she looks up to see her face. She has a distorted look on her face, her tummy burning into a sensational feeling, and her hair all disheveled.

Numerous voices inside are telling her that something is not right. But according to her consciousness, nothing is wrong. Before all this disaster, everything was going how it was deemed to be. She came here to support her husband, make him happy that his wife is here, smiling and happy. Healthy.

As long she puts her brain into intuition of what might have gone wrong, nothing comes into thinking. Was it something she ate early that led to this sickening condition? She can't grasp any of it.

Her eyes travel to a nearby dustbin, she can see the box is full of items, the garbage almost touching the lid. One thing that catches her vision is the surface of a clean sanitary pad thrown, it's one side fully tarnished making the inside cottony material spewing out.

Then it clicks her. It's been one month without her periods, without any reassurance from mother nature.

She's late on her periods.

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"What will we name our first kid, Harry?" She asked, staring at her naked fiancé roaming around the closet. He knew he's with her love who he had sex considerable times, so nakedness was something they were wholly okay with.

His cock bounced every time he crouched to the lowest cupboard and then stood up, continued his parade of finding his Gucci shirt. His favorite amber-colored shirt.

"Nice idea, lovie." He hummed, not taking any interest in what's she has been saying. Out of nowhere, he felt a stinging feeling on his hip followed by a peal of evil laughter. He turned around his hand rubbing his red hip.

"It hurts." He moaned, kicking Y/N’s ego more.

"I'd smack you again if you ignore me."

"Then it will turn into a hot make-out," Harry smirked. "Then, as I'm already naked, it wouldn't be a hustle for me to undress you and fuck you in our closet." His grin grew bigger.

"And because of all this, you'd forget to wear a condom, hence knocking me out."

Though it was more like a joke considering the comments made by him in the first place were snarky ones, his facial expression melted into a frown.

"What?"

"Anyways, I asked you what should we name our first baby, huh?" Still not acknowledging him, she babbled. "Maybe, if we use some ancient Greek names..."

"Hold on!" Harry finally broke out of his trance. "We discussed this, didn't we?"

"Discussed what?"

"That we wouldn't have a baby right now?"

"Oh. No, Harry. I'm talking about after marriage of course. We had waited this long, why not wait for a little more." She pecks his lips, making sure to stroke his erection before leaving him alone in the closet.

Quickly Harry followed her. "Yes but how fast do you want one after we marry?"

This question made her stop, turning around she eyed him. "Maybe after one year?"

"It's a little early, don't you think?"

"Early? What do you mean?"

"I mean we still have lots of exploring to do once we marry. Like traveling together and not to forget securing our careers first before trying for a baby. I don't think so that is possible to happen in one year."

"Oh." She flashed a small smile through the upset mood. "You're right."

Sensing her discomfort, he took her hands in his. "I'm not saying I don't want one but I'm not ready for our love to get shared and raising a baby in this busy schedule of ours could be a big thing. I think we should try for one when we both know we have achieved what we’ve always wished for.”

He was right back then, she had completely agreed making sure there was no tension between them that night. If he wasn't ready, then how could she be selfish enough to change his mind?

But, now gaping at the stick beneath her palms, the vicious smell of her pee reeking her nostrils, she could care less of it when two pink lines appear on the display screen, a word beside it, enough to shatter her world.

Pregnant

Y/N first made sure to use three other pregnancy sticks but now putting all the four in front of her she feels suffocated at the words written in each, announcing her own pregnancy in the hotel's big ensuite alone.

Her fingers tremble at the thought of him rejecting the baby. Y/N is an educated woman. She knows that the baby growing inside her is just a clamp of cells right now, barely has a heart, let alone a body. She feels this giddy feeling though, like a bond already been formed. But her marriage breaking in front of her flashes before eyes, she quickly dismisses the unravelling thoughts.

She is not feeling emotional at this moment, confusion would be a better word to describe what's she is going through. What if he declines the baby? What if he asks for the divorce? But also, what if he becomes the best father to the baby and leading their lives into a happy small family?

There are many what ifs. Some positive, making her believe that they will get past this. Some are negative, restraining her to go this exact moment and tell him.

She understands why Harry was little rationed for a baby. Their careers are hectic one and they always find themselves busy and travelling. A baby, however, needs full attention. They are still trying to maintain their married and professional lives, so a baby would add more difficulty at the task.

"Y/N, you good in there?" Harry's voice jerks her attention back. She quickly wraps the four used sticks in a newspaper, throwing the package in the dustbin.

"Yes, Harry. Be back in few minutes, love!" Y/N makes sure to keep her voice uptight, the usual one so that Harry wouldn't doubt.

"Alright then." He pauses and then continues. "Jeff told me that you vomited earlier. Are you alright? Do you need to visit a doctor?"

Pacing back and forth, she hesitates before shouting back an answer. "I'm fine, babe. It was probably because of the junk we ate before. Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so." She hears him mumble, later his footsteps backing to the bedroom.

She let out a huge sigh. She's fucked up and she quite knows it. All together, she acknowledges that soon she has to consult a doctor for the baby. The nausea that had hit her earlier was the first one, followed by backpains and headache. She can tell it's the early stage of the pregnancy.

For the ten minutes, she tries calming herself down, breathing heavily in and out. She doesn't want to cry, not knowing the consequences of the future. Crying will make the situation more worse.

With a final nod to herself, she walks out of the door with heavy feet. Every step she takes, she gets a reminder of her husband and her unborn child happy together while she looks at them afar, lovingly. Her small happy family.

As Harry lays on the bed, seeing tonight's photographs of the concert, he hears the bathroom door being closed. The fragrance of her shampoo comes through his nose, he inhales it softly. Y/N's is like a new fresh air of love to him, every sniff of it and he finds himself needy of her again and again.

"You looked beautiful tonight, love." He says aloud, sensing her body behind. "Not that you don't look beautiful every fucking day." A goofy smile comes on his pink lips as he turns around to see her.

She looks at him, slowly becoming pale. Her mind instantly backed up, declining her decision of telling the little secret. He looks so happy, way too happy to get his mood dampened.

"Oh my god, lovie, are you alright? Is it happening again? I'm calling the doctor." His panic voice fills the room as he reaches to pick up his phone from the bed.

If he is so concerned about her ill self, then he will surely be the same when she tells her about the pregnancy. She watches his thumb about to hover over the call button, she takes a long breath before spitting out the words.

"We gonna have a baby!" Her voice wavers at the end as Harry's face dropped into a frown. He looks at you, indicating her to repeat.

"Pardon?"

"I am pregnant." The phone in his hand drops on the floor with a thud and suddenly Y/N is surrounded by the thick air of her own insecurities.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” And the hell break loose.

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lonely-teddy-bear · 3 years

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"You look cute with a baby bump!” request with Niall Horan with brunette niall

a/n: i hope you like it. i didn’t know what kind of imagine you wanted but i sure hope you enjoy this.

word count: 1.5k

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It's been around three months since i've seen Niall in person, we talked everyday and he would check on me. But because he was busy and couldn't find time to fly down to my hometown I ended up spending most of my time alone. I tried my best to enjoy the moments and seeing how much I would grow but I wish Niall was here to see me and out baby grow together.

I was getting out of showering, I was on my way out to grab lunch with y/bff/n when I got a call from Niall. I answered once I had the towel wrapped around my body.

"Hey babe how are you doing," I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I loved talking to him and listening to his voice.

"I'm doing good I'm actually on my way to your place," I stopped on my tracks and then pulled my phone away from my ear to check the date and time.

"Why?" He wasn't meant to come until another two months.

"Because I wanted to see you and our unborn baby. I got some time off since I got ahead of things."

I guess that was good. I couldn't help but to fell nervous, he hasn't seen me in person since the day we found out I was pregnant. He had left a month later due to work but he's coming back to see me and I will have a bump where my somewhat flat stomach was.

"Oh well around what time are you arriving? Because I was going to go get some lunch with y/bff/n," I somewhat wanted him to tell me to go and to not wait for him. I don't know why I was feeling like this, he was my fiancé for fucks sake.

"Well it'll be a couple of hours so go ahead and I have the key to the apartment so don't worry," I felt myself calm for a minute. I walked around my room gathering the clothes I was going to wear for the day.

"Okay well be safe and text me once you get home, that's if I'm not back by then," I heard him chuckle, oh how I missed him and his laugh but mostly his smile. His smile always made me cheer up, would make my day no matter what.

"I will babe. I love you," I couldn't help but to smile. His Irish accent was so cute, especially when he would tell me he loved me.

"I love you as much." He hated when I said too because he said it felt as if I was agreeing with him so since then I have said 'as much' as i'm just as much as he loves me I love him. We equally loved each other.

Just as quick I was seating across y/bff/n talking and gossiping. She was filling me in on her new boyfriend and how he seemed to be the one. I just hope she is correct this time because she had said the same thing for the last two boyfriends.

"He is Y/n. He's perfect and his family loves me, he has taken me out to his favorite places and takes me to family events which not many guys do now a days may I add." I nodded in agreement while I hate the burger I had ordered. Ever since I found out I was pregnant I seemed to be craving meat or burgers at least which was weird because I always made sure to stick to a chicken only diet but that was out the window now.

I looked up at her still nodding, "No yeah I agree with that, but be careful okay? That's all I'm asking.

The rest of the lunch was enjoyed with some refreshments, I had felt like having a strawberry lemonade while y/bff/n had a cup of black coffee. I swear she was something else but she was always black coffee, no matter what.

Niall had texted me while I enjoyed my drink, letting me know that he was already at the apartment. Since I got the text I had gotten nervous and y/bff/n noticed.

"Girl everything will be fine. He's your fiancé there's no need to be scared. Why don't you go to him, I have to be in the office anyways," I didn't argue with her because she did have to be back at work even tho she was basically the boss of the small company she had.

I decided to take my time on driving but no matter what I had to get to the apartment, which I did in less than ten minutes. I really had trusted the roads to be filled with traffic but they ended up failing me.

Once I got inside my apartment (we both shared it but Niall had said it was more mine than his since he was barely home) I made sure to take off my tennis shoes I had started wearing since I got pregnant and placed my bag and keys on the table by the entrance.

"Y/n? I'm in your room!"

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but to laugh. He's so cute, he really calls this apartment mine when really he was the one to pay for it.

I headed over to "my" room which was close by since the apartment was one floor so everything was close by and I'm glad it was. I wouldn't have survived if there was stairs in this place, I can barely make it down to my car without having to take a break to breath, I'm not even showing a lot.

I peaked into my room not wanting Niall to see me. I wanted to see what he was up to before I go in and disturb him.

I leaned on the entrance of the door with my arms crossed. He was doing a little dance while he unpacked his suitcase. Niall seemed to be mumbling some words, probably some lyrics he was trying out or maybe it was a new song that he wrote that was now stuck in his head. It happened more often then he wanted to admit.

I didn't want to disturb his little dancing because he might dance around a lot but I don't see this calm side of him enough, well a not when he thinks he's alone.

"New song stuck on your head?" I said out loud. I saw him jump a little, turning around looking scared but then smiled when he saw me.

"It is actually, I think you will like it," he walked over to me still smiling. He didn't look away from my eyes, he seemed to be admiring them. He always said how much he liked my eyes, apparently I had a unique eye shape and color but I'm pretty sure he said that just to be all cute and romantic; which would work every time.

I saw him glance down between us when he got close enough and I swear his smile got way more bigger.

"You look cute with a baby bump!”

He got on his knees in front of me and lifted my shirt up to look at my bump closely. I squirmed a bit under his touch. not being used to him touching my stomach this way. He looked up at me and saw my discomfort. He quickly got up and held my face between his hands.

“Oh my, I’m sorry I should have asked you first. I’m sorry baby,” he looked at me with concern.

I slightly shook my head while his hands still head my face.

“It’s okay, it’s just this is your first time seeing me with a baby bump and it’s new feeling you touching my stomach like that.” He didn’t looked away from my eyes, nodding meaning he understood.

“I’m sorry again, I should have asked you first, but know you look adorable with that baby bump.” He placed a kiss on my nose making me scrunch it up. I could feel the heat rush up my cheek, I had missed him so much, especially moments like this.

“I’ve missed you Niall.” He gave me a small smile, looking at me in adoration.

“I did as well, but lucky for you i’m finishing the rest of my writing here at him with you so you won’t have to be alone.” My eyes widened in excitement.

“Really? What about recording?” He waved his hand shaking it off.

“Don’t worry about that, that won’t be necessary until I’m done writing all of the songs.” I didn’t say anything else but instead hugged him. I just wanted to spend my time with him now that he was going to be with me for a while.

“Come one babe I gotta finish unpacking for I can take you out,” I smiled against his collarbone. I looked back and gave him a a smile before I leaned up and placed a kiss on his lips.

“Alright you unpack while I grab us a drink and watch you unpack,” he chuckled shaking his head in amusement.

“Whatever your comfortable with honey.”

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seasidecrowbar · 4 years

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Harry probably stuffed a watermelon under his shirt on the set of Watermelon Sugar pretending to be pregnant and you can't tell me otherwise.

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eklovesharry · 5 years

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How would unistudent!Harry and y/n deal with something really serious like a pregnancy scare or something??

Lazy Day (One-shot)

I think they’d just take it one step at a time, but one thing that they’d definitely agree on is that they’re both staying in school. Before becoming intimate that was one of the things they’d discussed. Their relationship quickly became very serious for both of them, so they’d totally talked about having kids somewhere down the line, but not so soon. If a pregnancy scare were to happen they’d both be obviously shocked, but ready to step up to the responsibility of being parents because they know they have each other. When y/n went to the doctor to have blood work and the test came back negative, they would both be relieved, but I think Harry would also feel a slight tinge of disappointment. He knew it was too early to start a family, but the idea of a little y/n running around made his heart flutter. That would be when he realizes that y/n is definitely the one for him, and he’d start saving up for a ring.

I really like this one! Should I make a one-shot/series about it??

Update 6/30/19: I just posted a one-shot. It’s called Lazy Day. I would really appreciate if you guys like and reblog it!

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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I was wondering if you can make another social media series like highschoolsweetheart!harry but with harry, y/n and a kid they had in his one direction days ??

INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x stylist!reader

timeline of harry and stylist!y/n

MASTERLIST

2012

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tmz Harry Styles and his bands stylist were seen together in Malibu yesterday night

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onedirectionfan5 harry definitely gave her the flowers 😭

onedirectionfan4 is it bad that i like them together?

onedirectionfan7 she’s always with him like leave him alone…

onedirectionfan10 they literally work together

onedirectionfan3 every time harry interacts with y/n he blushes so hard

onedirectionfan7 i honestly hope they date

onedirectonfan9 no

onedirectionfan11 yes.

2013

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yourinstagram brit awards 2013

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onedirectionfan8 the most iconic duo ever

onedirectionfan12 this is so adorable

harrystyles totally not jealous…

yourinstagram i will block you harry

onedirectionfan14 OMG I HOPE THE BOYS WIN TONIGHT

louteasdale pic credits

onedirectionfan13 harry and now zayn???? yikes

niallhoran no! only harry mate 😄

onedirectionfan15 NIALL WHAT

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onedirection Global success award!! #brits2013

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onedirectionfan14 when harry hugged y/n first 😭

liampayne my parents

zayn our*

onedirectionfan17 did they just confirm them???😟😟

onedirectionfan16 THEY ARE SO DATING OH MY GOD

harrystyles Thanks for not making me look horrible on camera @yourinstagram xx.

yourinstagram now next time i’m going to make you look especially horrible xx.

2014

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enews Y/N L/N, One Direction’s stylist seen pregnant in London yesterday.

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onedirectionfan19 what did i just read

onedirectionfan22 when everyone thought she got fired nah she’s just pregnant 😭😭

onedirectionfan20 IS HARRY THE DAD??

onedirectionfan24 probably

onedirectionfan26 don’t say that. please.

onedirectionfan23 I’M TOTALLY NOT SOBBING

onedirectionfan25 what the…isn’t it inappropriate for harry to get his stylist pregnant

onedirectionfan28 they literally have been dating for two years….leave them alone

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harrystyles Juliet Anne Styles 2/1/14

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onedirectionfan27 HE HAS A CHILD????

onedirectionfan29 she was born on his birthday omg 😭😭

yourinstagram my birthday present to you

harrystyles I love it xx.

onedirectionfan30 i’m crying

niallhoran jules is such an angel

onedirectionfan32 HE BROKE THE INTERNET OMG

onedirectionfan34 juliet’s eyelashes are so cute

gemmastyles MY NEW BEST FRIEND AHHHHH

2015

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thesun Harry Styles seen out in London yesterday with his daughter Juliet.

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onedirectionfan35 DILF DILF DILF DILF

onedirectionfan37 him with children>>>>>>🙏🙏🙏

onedirectionfan39 where’s juliet’s mother seems like she’s always traveling….

onedirectionfan36 she travels to dress the boys idiot….it’s her job

onedirectionfan38 right and y/n was literally seen with juliet like ten minutes ago sooooo

onedirectionfan40 why is everyone hating on y/n??she’s literally dating harry and has his child not you 🤨

2016

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yourinstagram my play date

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onedirectionfan44 JULIET IS GROWING UP SO FAST

onedirectionfan42 this is so adorable 😭

harrystyles Jules my darling angel

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onedirectionfan41 i remember when she was just born

onedirectionfan43 missing the juliet content with the band….

annetwist bunny’s almost as tall as you xx.

yourinstagram bunny needs to stop growing

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violetsandfluff · 2 years

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Part 2: Father’s Day

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You were exhausted after rushing to pack. You were afraid you’d fall asleep as you drove. You had stopped by the dollar store to pick up a gift bag and tissue paper to wrap the many pregnancy tests, as well as a handwritten note, in.

Niall’s reaction would be so cute. You knew how badly he wanted a baby. You were just concerned that he might try to leave the band. You didn’t want him to feel obligated to stay with you every moment of every day. He would offer to give up anything, presumably.

The drive to the airport was filled with these ideas and a lot of anxiety. You just hoped you would get the aisle seat so you could escape if necessary.

You worried the whole time that you’d miss your flight and that Liam would have to find a different time for you to fly out. In truth, that shouldn’t be too bad, but you were so impatient. Thinking it would still be hours until you could tell Niall made you want to cry. How would you ever wait?

Checking in and going through security was always stressful and you were always worry that you’d be stopped and kicked out. Not that you had any reason, but the possibility that someone might have slipped something into your bag always loomed.

You were relieved when you made it through security and were placed in an aisle seat.

You had managed to cram everything into your carry-on except the gift… you had left the gift in the car. The plane would take off soon and there was a constant stream of people boarding the plane. There was no way that you could get the present now.

It would be okay. You had a notebook, you could write a new note as you flew, and you could buy more pregnancy tests and a gift bag in London. It wouldn’t be hard.

An older couple sat down beside you and immediately began talking as if they’d known you forever.

“Hello, I’m Barbara,” the woman said, sticking out her hand for a shake. “This is my husband Roger. We’re headed to London as an anniversary present from our kids!”

“Oh!” you said. “That is exciting!” You hoped the conversation could be left at that, but the second you lowered your head to begin writing, Barbara continued talking.

“Where are you headed, London too?”

“What? Oh, yes,” you looked back up at the couple, fingers twitching around the pen. “Yeah, I’m headed out to see my fiancé. See…” you lowered your voice so only they could hear you. “I’m pregnant and I’m so excited to tell him that. I had loads of pregnancy tests to prove it ad well, but I left them in the car.”

“Oh, honey,” Barbara said, stroking your arm sympathetically. “Congratulations! I’ll bet you can find a pharmacy there. Tell him happy Father’s Day from Rog and I!”

“Will do!”

The moment you landed, you took out your phone to text Niall to meet you at a park. You would need to find a pharmacy and a cheap gift shop quickly.

He called you as soon as he received the message, shouting about how excited he was that you had come to see him. You just laughed and said that you needed to run a few errands before you got to the park.

The pharmacy wasn’t hard to find and you were able to get a set of two pregnancy tests. That was all you’d need.

It was a bit bizarre to carry your carry-on all through London, but it could be done. You were monitored closely in shops to make sure you were acquiring goods fairly, but they had nothing to worry about.

The sticks were peed on, the letter written, and the gift wrapped she Niall walked up to you, embracing you warmly.

“Baby!” he exclaimed. “What’s brought you out?”

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 4)

⚫️A/N: okay, so i know yall will start a riot after this part but PLEASE just hang on a little more, i promise i'll make it up very, very, VERY soon👀

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: (slight) sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 4.5k

SERIES MASTERPOST

You haven’t been this glued to your phone since you were sixteen, checking it every other minute.

You’ve regretted leaving the envelope on Harry’s car about a thousand times, but then you talked yourself out of running away a thousand and one. If someone asked why you did it, you wouldn’t be able to give them a coherent answer. Why exactly did you do it?

Because you can’t stop thinking about the man and it’s starting to get out of hands.

Because you’ve never wanted anyone this badly ever in your life.

Because you’re convinced that you actually have a shot at him.

Because you can’t just go on with your life knowing you didn’t try to take the risk and see where it could have headed.

The teacher dismisses the class, it’s your second to last today. You have some time before the next one and you usually meet up with Ramona for a quick coffee at this time, today is no different. When you get to the little coffee shop that’s on campus she is already sitting at a table with two paper cups.

“Sorry, I ran into a bunch of high school seniors touring the campus and they started asking me questions,” you sigh as you drop yourself into the empty chair at the table.

“I’ve seen some lately too. They are so cute, have no idea what they are getting themselves into,” she chuckles.

She tells you about how she begged for a few extra points on her test today and the professor was in a good mood so she let her have the better grade. You’re listening to her, you really are, but you can’t stop yourself from checking your phone again and again. It’s past noon and you haven’t heard from Harry. He must have found the envelope by now so he chose not to use your phone you left on the note.

It’s killing you, wanting to know what he is thinking about right now, or when he found it.

“Are you waiting for a text from Chris Hemsworth or something?” Ramona asks when she sees you check your phone for the tenth time in the past three minutes.

“What? Ah no, but I wish!” you chuckle nervously.

“So then what is it?”

“Oh, just… my mom is out shopping and she always sends me pictures to tell her my opinion,” you lie. You have not told neither Ramona nor Kostas about the latest happening about the professor, last thing they know is that he asked you to drop your real assignment off in his office. They have no idea about what you found on his desk or that who Niall was. Or what happened in his living room…

“How is she?” Ramona asks.

“She is fine, lately she’s been into Zumba,” you chuckle. Your mom has a new hyper fixation every other week, but that’s how she has always been.

“I’m glad you guys are talking,” she smiles and you feel bad for leading her on. You not only just lied to her, but you haven’t talked to your mom in about a month. It’s been hard to find common ground with her since your grandmother passed away a few years ago. She basically raised you, your mom was only nineteen when she got pregnant, not at all ready to have a baby so your grandma was more of a mother while the woman who gave birth appeared to be a wild sister growing up. You never met your dad, your mom said he didn’t want anything to do with a baby so young, but you have a feeling she didn’t even know who the father was.

It’s alright, you never judged her, though you definitely had a different childhood than most of the kids your age. But losing your grandmother was surely like losing a parent and you haven’t been able to adjust to having a relationship with your mom without her. She was always the link between you and your mom, now you’re both struggling to be mother and daughter for the first time in your life.

Suddenly, your phone’s screen lights up with a text and you snatch it from the table faster than a vulture. But when you see the sender you can’t help but feel disappointed.

ZION: Hey there! I’m back in town, would love to catch up with you sometime. Let me know if you’re down for even just a coffee!

“Oh,” you breathe out, staring at the message.

“What? Is it your mom?”

“No, it’s… Zion.”

“Oh! Didn’t know you guys were talking again.”

“Because we weren’t. Haven’t talked to him in like a year. He just texted me that he is back in town and wants to meet me.”

“That’s good, isn’t it?” she asks, tilting her head to the side.

“I guess?”

Zion is kind of your latest ex, except you never really dated officially. He was more like a friends with benefits type of story. You met him just when you started your bachelor’s, he was older than you, twenty-six at the time, but you guess you always had a thing for more mature men. It started off just as a friendship, exactly what you needed at the time. You started sleeping together your junior year, it was casual, just to fulfill your needs since you didn’t feel like tying yourself down in a relationship. It worked well for the both of you and you might even still be doing it if Zion didn’t have to move away because of his job. You kept in contact for a while, but over time you had a fallout. No hard feelings, no arguments, just two very different lives in two different cities.

Now it seems like he wants to reconnect, you’re not sure if he has moved back or just visiting, but you’d love to see him, first and foremost as friends.

You send him a reply that you’d love to see him sometime this week and he assures you he’ll reach out with the details. It’s a pleasant surprise you weren’t expecting and it manages to make you forget about Harry for a little bit.

At least until you head out to get to your next class in time.

Because just as you step out of the coffee shop, your phone receives another text. Unlocking the screen you almost drop it when you see the message from a number you don’t have saved.

UNKNOWN: Meet me in my office at six.

Harry has been sitting at his desk motionless for the past about twenty minutes, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall, warning him how close it is to six when you’re supposed to show up. Or at least that’s what he expects, because you didn’t reply to his text he sent after hours of torturing himself and his conscious trying to talk him out of reaching out to you. He almost had a panic attack when he realized he sent the text, but he got himself over that. Now he is trying to figure out why exactly he wanted you to come to his office.

To fuck you into oblivion, of course, the tiny voice in the back of his mind tells him.

The document you left on his windshield is lying on his desk now in front of him, because he ended up grabbing it when he went home to grab lunch. He slipped into his bag without even thinking and when he was done with his classes for the day he planned to do some grading, but ended up reading your story and sported a boner underneath his desk for a good fifteen minutes before he could get it down. He didn’t want to be that pathetic to jerk off in the university’s toilet, that would have been over the line.

Sighing he rubs his face with the palm of his hands as he stands from the desk and walks over to the window that looks over the greenery on campus. Students are coming and going, some of them even look familiar to him having seen them in one of his classes. He realizes he is looking for one particular face.

Yours.

There’s a knock on the door and he twirls around probably the fastest ever.

“Come in!” he calls out, his heart hammering in his chest, but as the door opens and he sees Nina walk in, disappointment settles in his guts. “Oh, hi,” he greets her with a faint smile, hoping she won’t catch the lack of enthusiasm about her arrival.

“Hey. I’m gonna grab a coffee and some snacks from that little French place two blocks away, do you want something?” she smiles warmly.

“Uh, I guess I could use some coffee, thank you,” he nods.

“Alright. I’ll be back with it soon!” she cheerfully smiles and leaves, shutting the door behind her. Harry checks the time and sees that it’s ten minutes to six. The wait is killing him, especially since he doesn’t even know for sure if you’re coming or not. And he still doesn’t know what exactly he’s gonna tell you.

For the past nine minutes he is anxiously pacing the floor of his office, grabbing books from the shelves and then putting them back, stacking papers on his desk until everything is neatly organized and he even gets rid of pens from his penholder that don’t work anymore.

Then he hears the knock on the door, exactly at six.

“Come in!” he calls out, standing from his chair behind his desk and his breath hitches when he finally sees you walk in.

You seem cautious as you nod in his way and close the door behind you, shutting the busy corridor out. He takes you in, his chest tightening at how good you’re looking in just a pair of jeans and a white sweatshirt, barely wearing any makeup but he prefers seeing you this way.

“Hey,” you flash a soft smile as you fold your arms over your chest and watch him walk round his desk so you have nothing between the two of you. He catches your eyes wander to his desk where the envelops lays so now you’re sure he got it.

He grabs it and holds it up as he stares at you.

“Why did you leave this on my car?” he asks and you take a deep breath to brace yourself for whatever is coming your way.

“You didn’t like it?”

“Answer the question, Y/N,” he demands and you shudder at the way he uses your name. It makes you want to clench your thighs.

“I uhh… I just thought that, maybe… I didn’t—“

“Why did you leave this on my car?!” he raises his hand cutting your rambling off as he throws the envelope onto his desk and takes a few steps closer to you.

“I don’t know!” you snap back at him. “I don’t know, okay? I just… did it!”

“I told you to stop this. You said you understood.”

“Guess I lied,” you scoff, tilting your head to the side.

He exhales sharply as he keeps staring at you and you don’t even dare to move. For a brief moment you’re convinced he’ll kick you out and tell you not to bother coming into his class again, but then he shakes his head, turning away from you before he speaks up again.

“You have no fucking idea how dangerous this is, Y/N. It’s not a game.”

“I’m not playing.”

“It seems like you are,” he snaps back.

“Well, I’m not,” you say standing your ground. Taking a deep breath you step closer to him. If you wanted you could touch him easily, but you keep you let your hands fall by your sides as you stare back at him. “I didn’t sleep with Niall.”

“That’s none of my business,” he clears his throat, obviously avoiding to look at you. “You can do whatever you want.”

“With you?” you ask before you could even think about what you’re saying. Harry’s eyes snap at you and they are full of electricity as they pierce into your gaze. “I want you,” you tell him, taking another step towards him. “Do you want me?”

“How do you have the courage to even… ask me that?” he huffs, but he is more amused rather than offended.

“You bring this out of me,” you tell him with a tiny smirk. “Have you read it?” you ask, nodding towards the envelope. When he doesn’t answer, you take it as a yes. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you last night, so I ended up writing it. Want to know what I did before that?” you ask in a sultry, low voice. He is still not looking at you, but he is definitely listening to what you’re saying. You basically close the distance between the two of you, standing so close to him that you can see every freckle and blemish on his face, how his lashes flutter when he blinks and you catch the way he clenches his jaw when you speak.

“I touched myself while thinking about you. I wanted it to be you, but I had to do the job with my fingers and my vibrator.”

You barely end your sentence when he finally moves. Pushing you against the shelves stacked with books on the side, your back smacks against the shelves as he keeps you tight against it, his hips pushing against yours and you can’t stop yourself from moaning at the impact.

“I warned you, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he growls, his face so close that you can feel his breath on your skin as he talks, his gaze glued to your parted lips.

“I think I know exactly what I’m getting myself into. And I want it, more than anything. I’m desperate,” you breathe out the last words, almost like a whine, a plea to him and you can tell he is fighting himself, holding himself back but you wish he would just stop and let it happen.

You’d let him fuck you right here, right now. On his desk, on the little sofa, against the wall or his bookshelves, whatever he wants.

His head falls forward so it’s next to yours that you’ve tilted to the side so he has access to your neck, knowing how crazy it drives men when you do it. He doesn’t seem to be different either. You almost faint when you feel his lips linger on your naked skin, it’s barely more than just the touch of a butterfly, he is not kissing you, only savoring the feeling of your lips brushing against your skin. The urge to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him closer is growing with each passing moment.

“Why are you doing this? Do you not know how wrong it is?” he asks in a pained, desperate tone and you love how broken he is, all because of you.

“That’s why I want it,” you whisper into his ear, your hands finally finding their way to his chest. Feeling the mass of muscles and the way it heaves from his heavy breathing feels electrifying, for a moment you question if it’s not just another one of your fantasies and you can snap out of it any minute, finding yourself in your bed, alone.

His hands are holding onto the shelves on either side of you, caging you between his arms, but you want to change that, you want his touch on you. With a tactic move, you lift one knee up, your thigh pressing against his side as you hook your leg around him, pulling him even tighter against you and like a natural reflex, his hand flies to your thigh, his big, warm palm gluing to you like it was meant to be there at all times.

“We have to stop, Y/N.”

“I can’t,” you breathe out as he pulls back so he can look at you. His eyes roam over every tiny detail on your face, his lips parting and you can tell he needs everything in him to not take it any further, but you wish the dam would finally break. You maneuver your head until your lips are almost brushing against his and it’s so close, you can almost taste him on your tongue, it’s driving you crazy.

You feel his hand squeezing you, as if he is feeling you up, like he is not sure if this is happening for real. Your hands move up his chest to the base of his neck, your heart thumping so hard against your ribs you’re convinced he can feel it, but you’re playing with open cards, you’re ready to do anything to get what you want.

“Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath and you know it’s the moment. He is throwing away his morals and he’s gonna give in.

But right when you could finally seal the deal with a kiss, there’s a knock on his door and you both jump away from each other like there was a fire in the room. Harry anxiously runs his hand through his hair as he rushes back to his desk and sits down, most likely to hide the boner he is currently sporting. You smooth your clothes out and clear your throat, turning around to find a place to be, but you can’t think straight, so you end up just standing there.

“Come in!” Harry calls out and when the door opens Professor Alvarez walks in with a bright smile on her face and two cups of coffee in her hands.

“Hey! Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had someone in here,” she smiles apologetically as she walks over to the desk and places one of the cups down in front of Harry. You force a smile out, but you could rip her hair out for ruining the moment, just when Harry was about to give in. Now you don’t know if he has sobered up and he’ll pull his walls back up or if your chances are still standing.

“No worries. Thanks for the coffee, how much was it?” Harry asks clearing his throat as he reaches for his bag, but Professor Alvarez just shakes her head.

“You’ll get it next time,” she smiles. “Alright, I’m out of here, see you later,” she waves before walking out and you’re still standing there, frozen in your spot.

When you dare to look at Harry, you see that he has his face buried in his hands and you can feel the regret radiating from him.

“I’m not backing out,” you speak up desperately as you get closer to the desk.

“This is insane, Y/N. Do you have any idea what would have happened if she caught us?” he snaps, but keeps his voice down, afraid that someone could hear him even through the closed door.

“Obviously it needs more planning, but we can’t just pretend like nothing is between us.”

“Nothing can happen between us,” he shakes his head vigorously as he pushes away from the desk and you notice that he is still hard. You’re starting to panic, you can’t lose him right when you were on the verge of finally having him.

“I will not stop, I can’t just go on with my life knowing what it could be. At least think about it.”

“Do you realize what you’re even asking me to do?” he laughs bitterly and you secretly swoon at the sight of his dimples. “This is insane, Y/N.”

“I am gonna be the one going insane if you’re gonna try to pretend nothing happened. Just… please give it a thought. I know you want it just as much as I do.”

He doesn’t answer and you want to give him one last push he won’t be able to forget about, that will taunt him until he gives into his desires. Walking over to him you get yourself between him and the desk, half sitting on top of it as you stare down at him.

“I want you. It’s driving me nuts, I can’t stop thinking about you and the things I want you to do to me."

Moving a hand to your throat you run your touch down your neck and then slowly over your chest, palming your breast sensually. His eyes are glued to your hand and he is breathing heavily as he watches it wander down your stomach until it reaches between your legs.

“I want to make your wildest fantasies come true. You just have to let me,” you breathe out as you tease yourself through your jeans, feeling your wetness soaking your panties underneath the rough fabric as you watch him just stare at you, his rock hard cock bursting through the seams of his pants. You see the outline of it, it’s huge and thick, just how you imagined it, but you want to know what it feels like stuffed into your mouth or buried balls deep in your pussy.

“Just imagine how good we could make each other feel. I want to please you, I want you to take me any possible way you can think of. Don’t you want that?”

For the first time his eyes flicker up to your gaze and they are on fire, you swear you could come just by seeing him look at you this way. He runs his tongue over his lips as he shifts in his seat and you suddenly stop, moving your hand from between your legs.

“Think about it. You know how to reach me,” you simply tell him before getting off his desk and walking to the door, but before leaving, you look back at him one last time. Your eyes meet and you give him a coy smile before walking out at last.

You get home in the best mood. Though Harry didn’t say yes, he didn’t say no either so that’s a win for you. Walking into the apartment you find Kostas sprawled out on the couch while Ramona is making herself tea in the kitchen.

“Hello, my friends,” you call out to them.

“Hey there, you seem awfully cheerful, what happened?” Ramona asks as you drop your bag and sit on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“Just… one of my professors said I did good today,” you shrug, keeping the truth to yourself. No matter how badly you’re dying to share everything that happened with your friends, you know you have to keep this one hush-hush.

“Oh, in statistics? I know you’ve been studying a lot for that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you nod absentmindedly. Kostas joins the two of you and he enthuses about scoring himself a date for this weekend, he is finally bouncing back after his last guy.

“I have some juice to share with you guys,” he smiles and you already know he has some great gossip. Kostas always knows about everything on campus, he has a lot of sources.

“I hope it’s not about me,” Ramona scoffs.

“No, it’s about Y/N’s favorite teacher, Professor Styles,” he smirks and your eyes widen, but not for the reasons they think.

Can it be about you? No, he wouldn’t have brought it up like that, it has to be something else, but then what is it?

“So I have this guy in my Russian Lit class who works as a waiter and guess who he saw on Sunday!”

“Well, obviously Professor Styles, but was he alone?” Ramona asks in excitement.

“He was with Professor Alvarez! And Tony said they looked very cozy and giggly, I bet it was a date.”

You almost fall off the stool. So that’s what he was doing when you were at his place with Niall? He is seeing Professor Alvarez? If that’s the situation, it puts today into a whole different light. He shouldn’t have let you try to seduce him, his hesitance wasn’t even fully about you…

“Wait, so they are like a thing?” you ask with a dry throat.

“I don’t know, but they are meeting outside of school,” Kostas shrugs. “I mean, it kinda makes sense, they are both hot, almost the same age.”

“That doesn’t mean everything,” you comment under your breath. “Maybe they are just friends.”

“Maybe, we wouldn’t know for sure.”

So much for your good mood. You have to excuse yourself and retreat into your room before you explode from the news you just got. Kostas didn’t mean to upset you, he couldn’t have known this would be major to you, yet part of you wishes that you could go back to when you didn’t know about it.

You’re one hundred percent aware that you don’t have the right to be jealous, no promises were made, yet you feel like an idiot knowing that Harry has been seeing Professor Alvarez all along. The fucker let you make a fool out of yourself.

And yet, you still want him.

Hoping to get your mind off of him you busy yourself with some studying, working on papers that are due soon since the end of the semester is slowly approaching. You shut everything out so well that you almost miss the buzzing of your phone a little later. When you finally find it on your bed you suck on your breath when you see the caller ID that’s a simple H. That’s how you saved him.

Hesitantly, you answer the call.

“Hi,” you breathe out.

“Hey.” His voice is so low and husky, it makes you forget about the whole Professor Alvarez thing in a heartbeat.

“Have you thought about what we talked about today?” you ask, sitting to the edge of the bed as you stare out the window, listening to his voice through the call.

“I have. And it can’t happen, Y/N. I’m sorry, but it would be wrong.”

Your stomach drops at his words and you feel like you just got punched. You hear him sigh heavily on the other end before he speaks up again.

“I shouldn’t have even let it go this far. Don’t worry, this will not affect your grading, but I can have one of the PhD students grade your works for the rest of the semester.”

“You can’t be serious,” you huff as your shock is turning into anger.

“I’m very serious, Y/N. I need you to understand that we can’t risk everything just because…”

“Because we want to fuck?” you snap.

“That’s not… how I wanted to phrase it,” he sighs. “And I’m not the type of guy who does casual.”

He is not the type. You want to know what type he actually is, but he is not giving you the chance to find out. He is dancing back, right when you thought you had him. You’ve been quiet and for a moment Harry thinks that you ended the call. But you’re still very much there.

“I would appreciate it if… this whole thing stayed between us,” he clears his throat.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep my mouth shut,” you answer in a plain voice. “Remember, I’m a good girl,” you say and then end the call.

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What ab Niall finding out you’re pregnant? During New Years or Christmas and you avoid drinking all night or you surprise him with a gift🥺

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Summary: after losing touch for almost two years, y/n Niall’s childhood best friend lands her dream job in London, not knowing he lives right down the hall she moves into the same apartment complex.

Pair: Niall x childhoodbestfriendfem!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, pregnancy trope, no smut but it’s Implied, lmk if I missed anything!!

Word count: 3656 ( it’s a sorta long one naiakaksnidjs)

I hope you enjoy!! Happy reading - G <3

You never ment for this to happen, it was only supposed to be one time then you would cut yourself off and push awayso no one would get hurt. But it wasn’t just one time.

Your mom did her best to help you see him as often as you could throughout those five years, but sometimes you just couldn’t. It hurt you to have to leave after only seeing him for a week tops, sometimes shorter.

You lost touch there for a while, only texting each other on birthdays or holidays. That hurt the most, going from talking all day everyday to barely even saying ‘Hi’. It was probably the worst time in your entire life.

Things got better eventually, you moved out to London after taking a job at a publishing company. You loved reading, annotating books and getting lost in worlds so different from the one you lived in. You were so excited to land your dream job, you had dreamed of one day becoming an author yourself.

It was a shock to you when one day in late March, when you were rushing out the door late for work, that you ran into someone. Well not just ‘someone’, the childhood best friend you hadn’t seen or talked to in almost two years by that point.

“Oh, I'm so sorry! I should have been watching where I was going!” you apologize profusely, turning around quickly to make sure you didn’t knock anyone down. Your eyes went wide in recognition, his hair was brown now and he had stubble now, but it was the same blue eyes you’d seen everyday of your childhood.

“Y/n?” he asks, the irish accent you were so used to almost faded from him traveling all over the world, seeing and living among different cultures.

“Ni?” you ask a bit breathless, emotions crawling up the back of your throat. “What are you doing here?”

“I-” he pauses, still in shock. “I live down the hall. W-When did you move here? I didn’t know you were here.” you could see his eyes sweeping over you, across your face which has aged well and has more makeup than he’s ever seen on it. Ocean blues flittering across your hair which has also changed in color since he’s last seen you.

“I suppose you wouldn’t since we haven’t talked in one- almost two years,” you correct yourself. You know it wasn’t exactly his fault that you hadn’t talked in that long, you had even given up yourself after a while of no responses.

“”y/n/n” he starts, calling you by your childhood nickname.

“I have to go, i’m late, i-i’ll see you later,” you mutter, walking away and towards the elevator.

You had all these feelings coming to the surface and you didn’t know what to feel. On one hand you wanted to hug, forgive, and catch up with him. But on the other you needed time to come to terms with it, you hadn’t seen him in two years. That’s two years of catching up after everything you missed in his life and him in yours.

Then there was the unrequited crush you had on him since you were 6 years old. You have been in love with Niall forever, you had a feeling he knew but never said anything about it. Which you were undoubtedly grateful for, it saved you an infinite amount of embarrassment.

Three weeks later you were out with some co-workers at the pub down the road from your apartment, you all just needed a drink after the long week you had. You still hadn’t talked to Niall properly. You waved and moved on if you saw him in the hall, said the occasional ‘Good Morning’. It was weighing on you. You knew you needed to talk to him and clear things up, you were even ready for it, you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Two long island iced teas and a few tequila shots later, you were tipsy and you couldn’t figure out why Amanda and Annaliese were freaking out but trying to keep it stuttle.

“What are you two going on about?” you ask, trying not to laugh as you watch them fix their hair and boobs in their tight shirts.

“Niall Horan is over there and he keeps looking over here!” Amanda hisses, stuttley nodding her head in the direction of the bar.

“Wait, oh my god he’s coming over here,” Ana squeals softly.

Your eyes catch those familiar blue eyes, never looking away as he approaches and your anxiety rises.

“Y/n, hi,” he smiles. You watch as he looks you up and down, taking in your white sundress and jean jacket, which was actually his from highschool. A small smirk plays on his lips as he meets your eyes again, “you look lovely, petal.”

Your heartbeat increases at the pet name he’s called you since he found you in his garden with flowers in your hair at 7 years old.

“Thanks, frosted tips,” you smirk back, recalling the time he bleached the tips of his hair at 12 and you couldn’t stop making fun of him until he finally bleached all of it.

At that he chuckles, causing you to as well. “I’m never gonna live that down will I?”

“Never,” you chuckle, swiping at your watering eye.

A throat clears beside you, “y/n?” Ana says, catching your attention.

“You wanna introduce us?” That was Amanda.

You nod, “Right. Ni, this is Amanda and Analiese, we work together.”

“It’s nice to meet you both. What do you both do? Niall asks politely.

Its Amanda that pipes up first, “I’m the assistant of our CEO Mr. Taylor, and it’s nice to meet you too!”

“I edit and review Manuscripts, the same as Y/n, it nice to meet you.'' Analiese says, smiling over at Niall.

“You work for a publishing company?” the question is pointed at you, shock evident in his voice.

You nod, “yeah, the one I told you about when we were kids?” you question to see if he remembers, he nods that he does, “That’s the one.”

“Petal,” he breaths, a smile enveloping his face, “that’s amazing! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” you nod, turning your head down as emotion gets the better of you and your eyes tear up.

Taking a moment, you wipe your eyes and clear your throat, “anyways, you guys are probably wondering how we know one another,” you turn back to Ana and Amanda. “Our moms were best friends and we grew up together.” you tell them, not saying that you were best friends because you didn’t know if you even still held that title anymore.

Yet were shocked when Niall spoke up, “we’ve been best friends since diapers.”

Drink after drink, shot after shot, you got more and more tipsy, toeing the line of being drunk. Niall bought you and your friends drinks, telling you it was to celebrate you getting your dream job. He kept telling you how proud he was and how it was really good to see you.

And it was, it was good to see him. It was so good that you lost yourself in his company.

At the end of the night he walked you home, to ‘make sure you got home safe’, you thought it made sense seeing as you did live in the same apartment complex just down the hall from one another.

That was until morning when you woke with a heavy arm wrapped around you and something hard pressing into your ass. The headache you felt as you moved your head to look at who was holding you was killer, you groaned at the ache you felt in your neck. Your eyes grew to the size of Jupiter seeing Niall behind you fast asleep.

What did you do? What were you thinking? What was HE thinking?questions kept running through your mind once you realized you both were in fact naked.

Flashbacks of the night before playout in your head.

Stumbling to the door, Niall holds you close around the waist, “where are your keys, petal?”

You dig through your bag for a second, smiling to yourself, before looking up at him again, “I love when youu call me thatt.” you slur a bit still smiling up at him.

“Yeah?” he questions, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“yeah ,” you nod, “makes me feel happyyy!”

Your eyes connect with his, not looking away you get lost in him. Remembering all the good times you had, how much you loved him and how much you care about him. He seemed to be doing the same because he sighs, cradling your face in his palm.

“I’m sorry, y/n, for everything. I’ve missed you so much, and I can’t even give you a good reason why I stopped messaging. I've just been so busy and that doesn’t make up for it, i know but that’s all i have. I’ve missed you like crazy, my petal.”

“I’ve missed you more,” you breath, meantally saying a big ‘Fuck It’ and lening up on your toes before brushing your lips to him.

You remember everything about last night. Him kissing you back all the way to when he pushed you down on your bed and brought you to the ultimate high.

“Petal?” Niall says, his voice grovely from sleep.

You quickly sit up in bed, dragging the sheet to cover you up as you stand and move towards your ensuite bathroom. You turn to look at him but he’s fully exposed and when you squeak and cover your eyes he grabs a pillow to cover himself muttering ‘It’s not like you didn't see everything last night’ chuckling to himself.

“It was a mistake!” you hiss, turning back towards him. “The first and only time it’ll ever happen!” you add after the fact.

“Y/n,” he starts but you cut him off. “No, Ni. It can’t happen again. I- I can’t do it.” you choke out, before turning and walking into the bathroom. After taking a shower and dressing you walk back out to your room empty and a note on the bare mattress.

I’m sorry, petal. We need to talk about this, just please give me a chance.

Your sheets are in the wash, I'm sorry again. Call me, or well you know where i live,

love , Ni.

You sat around your apartment all day just thinking. Thinking about what happened last night and how great it felt in the moment but now regretting it because it has the potential to ruin your friendship - or what’s left of it.

You thought about how much you love Niall, how you always have. How you were never selfish but admitting to actually having a crush on him, you never wanted to ruin you guy’s friendship, and that caused you pain. You had to watch him go out and date and get his heart broken over and over when all you wanted to say was ‘let me love you right’, because you could’ve but you didn’t.

But is it finally time to be selfish, and be happy yourself? That’s what you’re stuck on. You can’t let yourself give in to him. You want to, god do you want to, but it would ruin everything and you’re not ready for that to happen.

It was the next day, around 6pm when you finally worked up the courage to knock on Nialls door. Your heart almost broke at the state he was in. Niall looked exhausted, like it hadn’t slept in days, his hair was all over the place, still in his pajamas. His face was a bit pale like he hadn’t eaten today.

“Ni,” you whisper softly, not knowing what to say. You just wanted to hug him and never let go. You know how much this was eating away at yourself, but to see how much it was also hurting him shattered you.

This, this was what you never wanted to happen.

You watch as he lets out a deep breath, almost like he’s relieved, his hand running through his hair, “Y/n,” he says, stepping back to let you walk in.

You stand there awkwardly, waiting for him to lead you anywhere honestly.

“I’m guessing by the look on your face, this isn’t going to be a talk just about the other night.” he chuckles, but it was awkward, like he was nervous about what you’d have to say.

“You’d be right. There’s a lot we need to talk about. We’ve both missed a lot about our lives,” you tell him softly, following behind him as he nods and leads you into the living room.

You both get comfortable, him taking a seat just a few inches away but giving you enough room. You can tell how nervous he is, so are you. This conversation could ruin a lot of things between the both of you.

Taking a deep breath, you start to say something when he cuts you off, “Wait, before you start I just want to say something,” he pauses, waiting for you to nod, which you do, clasping your hands in your lap and waiting for him to continue.

“Okay, um, I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” he looks at you with those soft ocean blues. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I never meant to lose contact with you and you don’t know how much I regret it and missed you. The other night,” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “it was my fault, ok? But please, I need you in my life.” he pleads.

Your heart is beating rapidly while it also sinks down to the pit of your stomach.

He’s not.. No he can’t… right?

“Y/n i’ve known about your crush on me since we were 7 and 6 , but what you don’t know is I’ve loved you since my fifth birthday when you kissed my cheek after wishing me a happy birthday and shoving a cupcake in my face. I’ve loved you more and more everyday since then. You have no idea how much it hurt me to lose touch with you. I know it's not an excuse but I even lost touch with my parents there for a while. Those five years were so hectic and nostop I barely had any ‘me’ time. “I love you, I always have and I always will. I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

Your heart feels like it's been beaten and then patched up, you can’t even describe how you feel in this moment. What you’ve always wanted to hear from him was just said and you couldn't be happier about it. Yet there was still a voice in the back of your mind that was telling you not to, that it would ruin everything.

“I- I don’t know what to say. You? I-” you chuckle at your stuttering, trying to wrap your head around everything he just said.

“I know this doesn’t change anything, we still have things to talk about, important things, but I've kept it to myself for too long and I need you to hear it.” Niall tells you, scooting an inch closer to you. You can tell he wants to hold your hand or touch you in some way but keeps himself from doing so.

“You know how much I love you, Ni, I just don’t know if I can do anything about it right now. We have too much time between us and I think we need to work on our friendship before we try anything else. We need to get to know one another again. And I'm not saying it’ll never happen because god knows hearing you say you love me back is the best thing i’ve ever heard. But we need to work on our friendship before anything else.” you say, shattering your own heart in the process.

He nods, clearing his throat as he looks away, “I knew we wouldn’t just go into dating right off the bat, but I agree, we need to work on our friendship and get to know one another again.”

“So? What have you been up to?” you ask, leaning back against the couch.

You talked all night, catching up on everything.

It was just like old times, staying up until odd hours of the night just talking and goofing off.

Over the course of the next couple of months you basically did everything together, movie nights, dinner, going out to the pub with friends. It was like you never even lost touch. There were nights where you’d fall asleep on his couch and you’d wake up to being covered in a blanket and breakfast waiting on you.

You loved him, so much it was getting hard to just be friends with him.

It was on halloween that you said ‘fuck it’ - the same words that got you into the mess last time- and kissed him. You were ready to be his. It's all you’ve ever wanted and it felt right in the moment.

You already had a couples costume on, why not actually be a couple?

It was Niall’s idea to dress up as Woody and Jessie from Toy Story, you even got a red wig and everything.

“What was that for?” he asked you after pulling back, looking a bit dazed from the kiss.

“I love you, you know that. I think it’s about time we did something about it.” you smile up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck as he holds you by your waist.

“Yeah?” he asks,a giddy smile taking over his whole face.

“Yeah,” you nod, letting a happy giggle.

“Fucking finally!” he exclaims, cradling your cheeks in his palms as he tips your face up towards his and kisses you deeply.

From then on you were officially together, and you both couldn’t be happier. You could see the difference in what being with Niall has done to you. You smiled, laughed and all around felt happier when you were with him.

He has a light about him that just makes things better. It felt natural, just to be with him in a relationship and not just best friends.

It was New Year's Eve when things got really serious. You hadn’t been feeling good for about a week at that point, you thought maybe since you had sushi that weekend that you had food poisoning - you didn’t.

You guys had been pretty safe, using condoms whenever you had sex, but there was those couple of times you didn’t and that scared you.

Turns out you had the right to be, because after a week of being miserable and throwing up you finally went to the doctor where they did an ultrasound and you found out you were 8 weeks pregnant.

Your mind instantly started to race with questions and how you were going to tell Niall. You just got together not even more than two months ago, you couldn’t be pregnant. You couldn’t be pregnant now.

You didn’t know what to think, you couldn’t even get words out when the doctor told you. How was Niall going to react? Would he be mad? Break up with you?

Would he deny the baby?

You went back to Nialls apartment, having told him you'd come over when you got back from your appointment. You didn’t know how to tell him.

God this wasn’t supposed to happen, what if it ruins everything?

You could hear the noise from other apartments already kicking their parties into high gear, Niall was going to have people over but with you being sick he canceled it.

You found him on the couch watching golf, his natural habitat, you liked to joke. He instantly got up when he saw you in the doorway, walking around the couch towards you.

“So? What’d the doctor say?” he asked, grabbing your hand and squeezing in comfort before leading you to the couch to sit down.

“I’m-” you pause, still racking your brain on how to tell him. “I’m not sick, I don’t have food poisoning, I’m pregnant.”

Silence, that's all that could be heard. You felt Niall’s hand tense in yours before he relaxed.

“Pregnant?” he chokes out.

“Pregnant,” you nod, your eyes scanning his face for any signs he was upset. There were none, he seemed pretty calm compared to you.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen, Ni. I promise, but we didn’t use any condoms those couple of times and I guess that’s all it took.” you try to show him how sorry you are with your eyes, squeezing his hand.

“Petal, you have nothing to be sorry about, ok?” he assures you, gently stroking your cheek. “We’ll figure it out, yeah?”

You nod, emotion getting the better of you, your eyes fill with tears you’ve been trying to suppress the whole way home. Niall gently pulls you into him, hugging you and resting his chin on the crown of your head, stroking your arm softly.

“We're having a baby,” he whispers, like it finally registered in his mind.

“Yeah,” you laugh wetly.

“I love you, petal. We're going to be ok,” Niall tells you, lifting your chin so he can look at you, splotchy tear stained face and all.

“I love you more, Ni, so much,” you whisper back, leaning up slightly and bruising your lips on his in a soft kiss full of love.

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cherrykindness · 3 years

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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littlepetalslibrary · 2 years

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Fic List

❋ Favorites

Niall Horan x Harry Styles

Barbara’s - WC: 11,466 - Ao3 - Coffee Shop AU

What’s A Fella T’Do - WC: 35,618 - Ao3 - Fake Relationship AU

Maybe You’re My Snowflake - WC: 19,987 - Ao3 - College AU

You Were A Vision In The Morning - WC: 2,484 - Ao3 - Dr. Niall/Injured Harry

You’re The Missing Piece I Need - WC: 4,214 - Ao3 - Soulmate AU

Savin’ My Love For You - WC: 8,265 - Ao3 - Soulmate AU

❋ Friends Just Sleep In Another Bed - WC: 39,224 - Ao3 - Tour/Friends>Lovers

I have loved you since we were 18 - WC: ~26,500 - Tumblr - Friends>Lovers

Share A Little Of That Human Touch - WC: 4,001 - Ao3 - Tour/Friends>Lovers

Playing For The Wrong Team - WC: 10,616 - Ao3 - American AU

Niall’s Pregnant - WC: 2,262 - Ao3 - Bromance

❋ Emotional Knapsack - WC: 63,991 - Ao3 - Storan Tour/Hiatus

And Us Their Men - WC: 25,176 - Ao3 - College AU

Children Of All Ages - WC: 27,303 - Ao3 - Circus AU

Who You Lay Next To - WC: 5,860 - Ao3 - First Time

You’re Almost There - WC: 10,437 - Ao3 - Depression/AU

Always Wanna Blow Your Mind - WC: 18,316 - Ao3 - Weird Sex Powers

❋ Move Your World A Little Closer - WC: 45,806 - Ao3 - Alien Harry

Seven Year Chase - WC: 11,445 - Ao3 - Hogwarts AU

❋ Future Full of Yesterdays - WC: 44,279 - Ao3 - College AU

Call Me What You Will - WC: 9,452 - Ao3 - College AU

I’m Scared, So Scared - WC: 13,967 - Ao3 - College AU

This Thing Upon Me - WC: 5.085 - Ao3 - 1D Reunion/Niall Comes Out

You Just Took Me By Surprise - WC: 51,923 - Ao3 - Married at first sight

❋ The One With All The Football - WC: 125,152 - Ao3 - American College AU

See To My Soul - WC: 18,201 - Ao3 - College/Musical AU

Handwritten - WC: 31.095 - Ao3 - College AU

The Mad Ones - WC: 18,956 - Ao3 - OT5 Roadtrip

Let Me Photograph You In This Light - WC: 29,610 - Ao3 - College AU

So It Goes - WC: 11,193 - Ao3 - Fake Dating AU

Love Muffins - WC: 20,388 - Ao3 - Coffee Shop / College AU

Niall Horon x Niall Breslin

One Of These Nights - Part 2 - Part 3 - WC: 27,307

Spencer Reid

The Years - WC: 7,932 - Smut/Age Difference/Co-Workers/Undercover

Dark Side - WC: 6k - Part Two - WC: 4.3k - Dom-Reid/Dr.Reader/Prison-Reid

Four In Hand - WC: 1.7k - Platonic/Mutual Oblivious Crushes

“I’m On Fire” series Masterlist - Fake Dating

Kissing Lessons - WC: 3k - Just kissing

Matthew Gray Gubler

Let it Rain - WC: 1.7k - MGG makes you squirt

Draco Malfoy

Pieces of a Prophecy - WC: 8.9k - Pureblood Slytherin Reader

Not Really Mine - WC: 2,602 - Fake Dating

Luke Patterson

Beanhead Gets Busted - WC: 4k - Alex!Step-Sister/Alive!Luke

Best Friends - WC: 2,767 - You walk in on Luke

Touch Starved - WC: 4,161 - You can touch Ghost!Luke

Reggie Peters

Hey Princess

- WC: 4,744 - Reader has a Crush on Reggie

Owen Joyner

Hero Complex

- WC: 7,084 - Little Shada visits set

Charlie Gillespie

Rent-A-Bae - WC: 7,670 - Fake Dating/Thanksgiving

Rafe Cameron

Clung - WC: 3k - You get scared going though haunted houses

“In My Business” Series Masterlist - Barely Friends to Lovers

“New Light” Series Masterlist - Old Friends Finally Get Together

Fuck I’m Lonely - Part Two - Rafe isn’t as bad as he seems

JJ Maybank

A Crack In The Glass - WC: 8k - Sarah wants you to meet John B/ You meet JJ

Dumbasses - WC: 2,394 - JJ and Y/N get handcuffed together

Well, This is Awkward - WC: 2k - JJ walks in on you changing

Soul Deep - WC: 38.1k - JJ can’t hide you from his friends anymore

“Sweetheart and Honey” Series Masterlist - Bestfriend to something more

Stiles Stilinski

Ski Trip - WC: 18,427 - Best friends>Lovers

Poker Night - WC: 9,320 - Best friends>Lovers

Mitch Rapp

Inked - WC: 16,682 - You get more than a Tattoo

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harryssatellitestompers · 2 years

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Stolen Time

A/N this is united, and probably has a lot of false information as I don't know anything about Cancer

Pairing: Harry Styles X Reader

Where Harry is sick and y/n is an angel

Waring: major character death, suicide , little bit of alcohol addiction

4th February 2009

Dear Diary, Four days ago it was my 16th Birthday. My mum (Anne) got me a diary for my birthday. She told me to write everything down, so that one day when I'm older I can show my kids--and grandkids--what life was like when I was young. I don't see the point because I always get bored when my grandparents talk about life in the stone ages but it doesn't matter. Here's a bit about me: I have a mum called Anne, a sister Gemma and a dad Desmond. My parents broke up when I was 7. Zayn and Liam are coming over soon so I'm gonna go. Bye!

8th February 2009

Dear Diary, Writing that sounds strange since I'm not writing a letter to someone called Diary, It's more future me. There was a new kid in my class today. Y/n. She's really pretty and has super bright eyes. She sat with Louis and his group of friends today, I don't think I'll get to talk to her since she's a "cool kid" and I'm not but she seems really nice. Gemma left for University a few days ago, I really miss her but she calls most days. Liam and Zayn are coming over now byeee!

1st March 2009

Dear Me, I haven't written in a while, that's cause there's been nothing interesting to say. But today the best thing happened. Y/n got partnered with me for a Hpe project. We need to create a game and show it to the class. She's super nice and invited me over to work on it tomorrow. If I've forgotten--which i highly doubt--I have a huge crush on Y/n. Wouldn't it be funny if I married her one day and we were showing this to our kids. Niall Horan is also friends with us now, he used to be with Louis 'group but he got kicked off the Footy team for his bad knee, now none of the pops want him. He's alright though, mainly quiet and only talking to Zayn. X Harry

4th March 2009

I was wrong. Niall is not quiet. He is loud and DOES NOT shut up. he's like a giant, happy, loud cloud floating around and making people laugh. Apparently its because he's Irish. I just think he does it cause he's sad and doesn't want people to know. Y/n has a really nice house. Her parents are super cool too. I think she's rich rich. I'm middle class but she lives it a mansion. She had an older brother but he left a while ago. I think he might be dead, I didn't want to ask. She even sat with us at lunch today. I don't think her other friends liked it very much cause they kept glaring over at spread rumours about me. - H

11th March 2009

I've been at hospital for the past two days. We had a fire drill and I passed out in the field cause the sun was too hot. You'd think that I'd be allowed to go home but the doctors kept me overnight to do some tests. Niall recons its cause I'm dying. Zayn said its cause I'm pregnant and Liam is just worried. Y/n came to visit me earlier, she brought a card, some flowers and Louis. I don't know why she brought him cause he doesn't like me. It doesn't matter though cause he left to get food a few minutes after. Y/n was sitting on my bed beside me and the BEST thing happened. She KISSED ME. Y/N KISSES ME. it was only on the cheek but it was still awesome. I might ask her to be my girlfriend soon. xx Harry

14th March 2009

Y/n and I are dating. She sits with me at lunch now. It's really fun. We have our Hpe game due tomorrow and I think were gonna get an A, Y/n doesn't think so, she doesn't like the written report. Reckons its got to many "flowery" words for an essay, I dunno what that means though. Y/n is on her way here now, we're gonna watch some movies. xx Harry

16th March 2009

Hi, I woke up in the middle of last night. Mum was crying through the phone to dad. I think it was about me. Mum's been really strange lately, she's always letting get whatever I want, but she's extra coddling than usual. I asked y/n about it and she said it might be cause we're getting older and she doesn't want her last kid to leave home. I don't know tho. - Harry

18th March 2009

I have cancer. That's why mum was sad. Cos she knew I was gonna die. I haven't told anyone else, it's only me, mum and Gem who know. I want to tell y/n but I don't think she'd want to be with a sick kid who's a ticking time bomb. I'm taking her on a date soon. To this little park with ducks. She's always loved feeding the ducks. We also got an A on our assignment which was cool. See you soon! X Harry

3rd April 2009

I've learnt a bit more about what's wrong. I have stage 4 Leukaemia. The doctors said that I'd be able to make it if I took my treatments and didn't exhaust myself. I'm starting chemo in a few months. Apparently it'll make all my hair fall out and I'll get real skinny. The day I fainted apparently had something to do with it, cos I'd been feeling really tired and weak, the sun didn't help either. There'd no cure for what I have, but most kids who get it are usually don't die. I went on the date with y/n, she had a really pretty blue sundress on. I kissed her, proper this time we've only been together for a few weeks but I really like her, it's like she's this super bright glowing star. Louis Tomlinson also started hanging out with us, he's y/n's step cousin or something, he nice when he's with her but still a dick when he's with the other pops, he doesn't pick on me as much though which is good. Xx harry

13th April Today was y/n and mine 1 month anniversary, we went to the park again and ate some pizza from this little Italian restaurant it was really nice. We even got to get gelato afterwards. I like spending time with her. Whenever we're alone it's like nothing bothers us. We're in our own little world. She feels like home.

23rd June 2009

Hey, I haven't written in a while cos I've been busy. I started chemo. Its been going alright, I've gotten a lot skinner and my skins kinda pale cause I don't get to go outside as much. I think Y/n knows something wrong. I threw up in the middle of class last week, and again when her and I were studding at my house. She's been really nice about it though, didn't ask too many questions. Louis found out I have cancer. He was visiting his mum or something and ran into me at the hospital, he didn't say anything though, just gave me an awkward side hug and hurried off. After I was finished with my treatment, it took 1 hour and 25 minutes this time, I saw Louis crying on a bench in the garden part of the hospital. I went over and gave him a hug. He stopped crying after a while, mum ended up taking him home with us. He played footy for a while outside with Niall, Liam, Zayn and I, it was pretty fun. See you later!

30th June 2009

I told Y/n today. We were at the park, watching the baby ducklings and it just kind of fell out. She hugged me and we both ended up crying alot. She told me I wouldn't die, cause I'm a fighter. We sat at the park for a few hours before my mum called and said I had to come home. Y/n stayed that night, we didn't do anything, we just sat up all night talking and watching movies. She told me I should tell Niall, Liam and Zayn, I don't know how though.

July 2nd 2009

Today my hair started falling out. I woke up and there was some of it on the bed. I freaked out and wouldn't let mum in my room, she called y/n cause she knew I'd let her in. When she saw me she just hugged me and waited till I told her what happened. She just brought her hands up to my hair and said that she could shave it off for me if I didn't want it to be slowly falling out for the next week. I said yes. After it was done she kissed my head and said I looked beautiful. We didn't go to school today. She's in the shower now. Mum said she could stay for dinner.

July 4th 2009

I told the guys about my cancer yesterday. Y/n was there when they got to my house but went to talk to my mum when I was telling them. Liam got really sad and started crying, Niall sat and listened to everything I said. Zayn sat there in shock. after I told them mum said we could all have a sleepover, y/n left then. The guys were really supportive about it, I told them the chances of my living where really high but they were still sad, We played on my Wii most of the night. Zayn and Niall eating about 20 packets of chips and 3 boxes of pizza between them. Around 2am Liam was passed out on the floor, Zayn and I drew on his face. It's 9 am now, Niall's starting to wake up. Bye!

July 22nd 2009

They put me on new meds cause the old ones stopped working I've been getting weaker, kids avoid me at school and Louis started hanging out with us. His old friends were making fun of me cause I had cancer, he got upset cause of his mum and left. His mum has cancer too, I don’t know if I’ve already said that. I'm at the hospital now, I've got a special private room that I stay in when ever I need to do treatments. I don't think having my own room is a good sign, Niall and louis like it though cause they get to eat the jelly and moose the nurses give me.

August 5th 2009

Hello!

Today was super fun, I went to go see y/n's eisteddfod. In LONDON! She came 3rd and got highly commended. She sang a song called "Salvation" its really sad. But I like it. She has an amazing voice. After her performance I went over and kissed her. She went really red and started blushing. When we got home, we went out to Maccas with the boys for dinner. She also introduced me to one of her friends Zoe, she's nice but kind of intimidating. Liam has a crush on her. Also Niall's getting knee surgery tomorrow morning, he's staying at the same hospital as me, two floors down. I told him I'd sneak in a visit him when it was done.

August 23rd 2009

Happy Birthday Y/N! She's 16 now, same age as me. She had a party at her house with heaps of people. She introduced me to her family (extended as well) and they all seemed really nice. She also introduced me to her brother, he's 19, studying art somewhere. Not dead. He doesn't like his parents much and they don’t like him but y/n seems to adore him. I had no idea what get y/n fir her birthday. I asked Louis and he took me shopping. I ended up getting her a really pretty snow globe. It had what looked like our park in winter, with a frozen pond and two people sitting on a bench. It also plays music, the Disney one about wishing on a star and dreams coming true. I started to feel really tired part way through the party. Y/n dragged me to her room and told me to sleep. Then she went back downstairs to kick everyone out. I kissed her when she got back and called ger and angel, she just rolled your eyes and smiled down at me.

November 14th 2009

Hi!

Yesterday was mine and Y/n's 8 month anniversary. We went to our spot at the park again, and she took me to the ice-skating rink. It was really fun, but I fell over alot. When we were walking home I had a coughing fit and threw up on the path. Y/n called my mum and she took us to the hospital. The doctors did some tests and apparently the Cancer spread to my lungs, they said I'll need new ones as soon as possible, the waiting list is really long. Y/n stayed at the hospital the whole night with me and mum. Gemma's also flying home to visit. Mum left to pick Gem up a few minutes ago, and Y/n is painting my toenails. I don't know what colour, she said it was a surprise. Last night, when the doctors were talking to mum about me, I figured it's highly unlikely that'll I'll ever get to read this when I'm older, let alone to my future kids. I still want to write everything down though. I think I might start writing it to you, y/n, instead of me, all our happy moments so that when I'm gone you can read over it and remember all the good stuff, and that stuff I'm too scared to tell you. It's not Christmas yet but I've already bought you a gift. It's a silver locket of a star, with the word angel engraved in the back. Cause that's what you are to me. You're my Angel. There for me when I'm lost in the dark.

10th December 2009

Hiiiii,

I've been in hospital for the past few days, the doctors said I could go home on the 24th and stay there till new years. I'm really weak now and have to use a wheelchair. They keep putting me on new meds, cause they stop working after a month. I get to go home for Christmas now, until New years, then I'm back at the hospital. Gemma's back again. She’s flying back and forth alot, it'd be costing her a fortune, but I think she's worried about me. You're asleep right now, lying curled up into my side. The nurse came into check up on me before, but left when she saw you there, we're lucky is was Abby and not Rosalind, she would have woken you up and kicked you out. I think you're waking up now, Byeee!

27th December 2009

I made it home. Niall, Louis, Liam, Zayn and you came over for boxing day, we played alot of board games together, Mum and Gem played too. Dad called as well, to wish us a merry Christmas, he doesn't want to see me though, Mum said it's cause he thinks if he doesn't see me when I'm sick, I'm not sick. I gave the necklace to you, I think you liked it. You also gave me a polaroid camera, so that I could take pictures of all the things I love and put them in my hospital room when I weaker than usual. We went for a walk to the park, going extra slow cause I get tired really easily. I told you I loved you, and you said it back. Now that we've said it for the first time we don't stop. Niall and Louis keep teasing us about it. Liam and Zoe are dating now, you and her want to go on double dates. Gem, mum and I are going to watch home alone now. xx Harry

1st January 2010

I'm back at the hospital. I accidentally took some of the alcoholic punch instead of the normal one at your parents new years party, it didn't mix well with my meds. I still got my new years kiss, even if it was in an ambulance. I woke up about half and hour ago, Abby, my nurse, said that your parents had taken you home not long before, I think they’re worried about you, you're hardly ever at home now. I don't know if you know this but you looked really scary last night. Still beautiful but really scary. Screaming at the medics while red and blue lights flashed. I think you thought I was gonna die. You can't get rid of me that easily though.

1st February

I'm 17 today. You took me to the park, I was in a wheelchair and everyone was starting at me. Probably wondering why an angel like you was with a freak like me.

We stayed there for hours watching the sun set. You look so beautiful when he light shines on you like that. We spent the evening planning our future together. You want three kids because you hate even numbers. You also gave me a ring. With the word angel engraved inside and the date I asked you to be my girlfriend. You have one too. You said it was a promise ring. Meaning that we will always love each other. When I asked you why you put angel in my ring you told it was because I saved you. I know it sounds silly, but maybe were soulmates. Wouldn't that be awesome. Gotta go now x H

10th February

I'm getting better. The doctors don't know how but I feel a lot better, I can walk by my self now. You cried when you saw me standing near the fish tanks at the entrance and wouldn't stop hugging me, neither would my mum. I'm at home now. I was even able to shoot some hoops with the boys. It was fun. Until Niall made everyone play chubby bunny, I threw up then. Gem left a few days ago, she was really happy when I told her I was getting better. Mum said that we might be able to go visit her at uni next time instead of her flying out to see us. Also I decided to use my wish. I'm getting us tickets to go to Disneyland in March, we'll be there on our 1 year anniversary. You, me, Gem and mum. It'll be super fun, we also have passes to skip the que, and a three night stay at the resort. I haven't told you yet, I did tell Niall, Li, Zayn and Louis though, they were pretending to be jealous that I didn't invite them. They're excited for me though, they also think I'm gonna propose to you on the teacup ride. I think we're still too young for that. Maybe one day we will get married though. I'd just want our families and a few friends there nothing to big. I know you want that too, not until you've graduated though.

20th February 2010

Hey Y/n, I'm at the hospital again, My head hurts, and my skins going all blotchy. The cancer is back, which sucks, the doctors said I'm still fine for Disneyland. Mum talked to your parents and they organised that we're not gonna tell you where we're going. Your mums gonna pack your bag and It'll be a surprise.

I gained a few pounds when I was feeling better which was great, I don't look as sick now. The chemo isn't as strong as it was before, and doesn't work as well but that doesn't matter because were going to DINSEYLAND. It makes everything worth it. I don't know how I would have done all this without you, you're always there supporting me, you're my angel. You just walked through the door now. Byee! x H

3rd March 2010

I'm sorry. This was not the way I wanted it to end. We had so much planned that we didn't get to do. I'm sorry for being sick. This is shit. I can see you over in the corner, you're crying, so is mum and Gem. Can you tell them that I love them so much, and I never wanted to hurt them. And that I'm sorry for saying Gem was the worst sister ever when she left for uni.

I know you'll read this soon. Maybe tonight, maybe next week, I wish it was never. This book that was meant for my future self has now turned into one sombre long letter to you.

I like to think that you won't be sad if I go, but I know that's probably not right. You love me, and I love you so, so much. Promise me something. That no matter what you'll never stop smiling. Your smile saves people, you saved me, you're my angel. I know why we met--even if sometimes I wish we didn't, so you wouldn't have to go through this pain--but I think God sends people like you into the lives of those who need cheering up. And one day in the future you'll meet your angel too. They'll find you in whatever dark place you are in and save you, even if you don't realise it. So please angel, keep smiling. Thank you for sticking with me, and I'm sorry I couldn't be a better boyfriend. Who knows maybe we'll meet again someday, as strangers, maybe the we can get the fairy-tale ending we deserve. I'm blessed to have you in my life, and please never forget how much I love you. I'm sorry for letting you down, for not being able to give you the dream life you've always wanted. I know this will be hard, angel I know. You'll feel like your drowning , but eventually you'll learn to swim, and from then on life will be easier, you'll be able to see the time we spent together as a happy memory cast in sunlight, no a sad tragedy. I'll always remember we have had the time of our lives together. But now our chapter is over. I know it's hard to walk away, but it has end, no matter how much we wish it didn’t . Say goodbye to Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis for me. I love them all. I don't think I've ever cried this much. This sucks. I will miss you so, so much. I'm sorry for everything. I'll be waiting for you, in another life. Hopefully we can meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from this mess. Don forget to smile. I love you. Its time to le

13th April 2010

Happy 1 year baby.

Nothing's the same without you. Even a school it's like a veil of shadows is draped over everything, like the world's lost it's colours. Your funeral was last week.

I hated it.

The people that would bully and whisper about you were crying and talking about how you were their best friend. I know it's selfish but I hated it. I ended up breaking down during your eulogy, Liam and Zayn had to step in.

I met your dad. He hates him self, he's been self medicating since he heard the news, he's not the only one. Anne and Gemma are doing okay, they've got each other to work through it though.

I tried to do what you said, to smile and be happy. I don't know how though. Everything hurts, even breathing, everything I try to talk or do something it's like I'm being strangled. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you, I tried H, I really did.

I guess you really are an Angel now huh? Up in the sky. I know you told me to let you go, that everything will be fine eventually, but how is that possible when my other half is gone? I think I've made you wait long enough, I can already start to feel my body shutting down. I'll see you soon angel.

Love Y/n

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