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Mess Is Mine III

Guys, it’s here! Massive thank you for the realllly nice messages about the first and second part and I hope you like this one. This is the longest piece that I’ve ever written (12k!) but this is also quite possibly my favourite one so far and I hope you like it too. It’s gonna get fifty shades of grey kind of so don’t say I didn’t warn you fgshshshshshsh.

Ok but serious warning: smut. This is my first time writing smut this detail. Also labour and delivery. I don’t know if that actually requires a warning but you know just in case.

Hope you like it! Part I Part II

p.s. special thanks to nora the other baby from the group chat @theasstour for reading the smut part and getting excited with me!! love you!! fgsgsgshshsh

Four months after their first date, Harry and YN have been on countless dates. Lunch dates in between their work (this one is pretty rare because they’re both super busy during the day, but they managed to do it twice), dinners, with and without the kids, they’ve spent quite a lot of time together. They both have no idea how they could keep their relationship under the radar so far but they’re definitely thankful for it.

It’s Friday night and Harry is taking YN out for another date night. The night is quite special for them because for the first time ever since they started dating, they’ll have the whole night just for themselves. Finn and Pippa are with their dad and Gemma has insisted to watch Anya for the night for some much-needed quality time with her niece—which is quite the perfect timing too because Michal is still away in NYC for a work trip—before the baby arrives in about three weeks.

“Y’look absolutely stunning, m’love,” Harry murmurs as he opens the taxi’s door for YN, before reaching his hand out for her to hold as she steps out from the car. He truly is a living proof that chivalry still exists.

“Thank you,” YN smiles, looking down to hide the fact that she’s blushing a little. The light is low outside but she looks down still just to be on the safe side. “You look…”

Harry chuckles as he waits patiently for YN to finish her sentence, taking her hand in his as they walk into the restaurant in Mayfair. “Okay? Fine? Good? Amazing? Shaggable?”

YN snorts at the last word and hastily stifle it. This is a posh restaurant and the guests are talking in hushed low murmurs. People are already looking at them. “Don’t make me laugh.”

The waitress shows them to the table that Harry has reserved for them, perfectly tucked away in one of the corners of the room. Neither of them has been there before, but both of them fall in love instantly with the place. The dimly lit setting of the restaurant creates a romantic atmosphere that makes it perfect for a date night.

Onima is a slice of Greece in London, hidden by a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it door on Avery Row, right in the heart of Mayfair. YN has lived in London for years but she could probably count how many times she went to Mayfair with her fingers, and even then, she’s pretty sure that they always have something to do with James’s clients. Other than that, probably not. Why would she? It’s so completely posh.

YN still can’t look away from the man before her eyes, smiling at him as he pours some water into their glasses. He is wearing a button-up black shirt, first few buttons undone as usual (she is not complaining) paired with a light coloured trousers. The trousers have love embroidered at the bottom of one of the legs, giving it a nice little detail that she absolutely adores.

When Harry picked YN up at her home, both of them laughed at each other because they were basically wearing the same colour without even realising. The black and ivory monochrome dress that YN is wearing matches perfectly the colour of Harry’s shirt and trousers. Initially, she wanted to change before they left so they wouldn’t be all matchy, but there’s no way Harry is going to let her out of that dress before the night is over. With the way Harry gawks at her people would think that she is wearing something nuts while actually it’s just a maxi dress and the cut isn’t even that low, which means it leaves everything to the imagination. Luckily Harry has one hell of imagination.

“Ready?” YN asks him as soon as the waitress walks away from their table after bringing them the menu. Both of them have a pen and a piece of paper in front of them as well as the menu.

“In the count of three,” Harry smirks, already holding the menu so he can flip it over right away after the countdown. “One, two, three… go!”

YN immediately grabs the grey folder in front of her, turning it over and begins scanning the words quickly and try to guess what Harry is going to order. Making a teasing remark as she does, “you’re going down, Styles.”

“Oh, I will,” Harry looks up for a second, grinning at her mischievously. “Definitely. Don’t worry about that.”

“Harry!” YN scolds him, her tone chastising. She turns scarlet at Harry’s remarks.

The man just laughs as he scribbles a few words on the page. Putting the pen down as he finishes and folds the paper neatly and put it under the grey folder. “Done.”

“Done,” YN exclaims just as the waitress arrives at their table.

“Hello,” the waitress greets them. “Are you ready to order?”

“Yes,” YN smiles at her, waiting for her to get her notepad ready before she continues. “I’d like a champagne, tempura prawns and the linguini.”

“We’ll just get a bottle of champagne,” Harry starts as she finishes writing. “and I’d like the grilled octopus and the rack of lamb.”

“Got you!” YN exclaims after the waitress walks away, pushing the piece of paper towards Harry. “Grilled octopus, rack of lamb. Ha ha. Told ya you’re going down.”

Harry’s grin widens. “You didn’t write champagne,” he starts. “Meanwhile, darlin’, I’ve got everything on this paper. Champagne, tempura and linguini.”

“When did you get so good?!”

Harry chuckles. “I know you nearly went for that other prawns,” he begins to show off. “But then you found the tempura and you couldn’t say no to anything deep fried.”

“Alright big head,” YN retorts.

After their first date, when YN reminded him that they needed to take things slow, Harry really took that seriously. Their relationship is growing stronger each day but four months into it, things still haven’t really been physical between the two of them. YN can’t really complain because it’s what she wanted, it’s what both of them wanted actually, knowing the stake is higher because it’s not just another relationship where there are just two people. This one has five people in it, and they really don’t want to rush things just to mess things up in the end.

But this doesn’t mean that it has been easy. Especially when he’s looking like that. And she doesn’t make it easy for Harry either. During the first month, there were only heated snog sessions. Neither of them is complaining because, fuck, they’re both equally a good kisser, but all the grinding surely wasn’t enough.

Four weeks into their relationship, things finally started to get a little bit saucier. They did things to each other here and there, but somehow managed to keep the main course saved for later. Both of them know that the build up tension would make it so much better when they finally have their first night together.

They don’t say it out loud, but tonight, even in the dim light they can see clear as day that look in each other’s eyes as if it screams, “this is it!”. Dinner was amazing, but they’re definitely not staying for dinner, knowing there’s a more important matter to do.

Both of them are glad they don’t take the car, not only because so they can drink and still be responsible adults, but fuck, the second they step into the taxi and away from wandering eyes, they can’t keep their hands off each other.

After telling the driver hastily his address, Harry doesn’t think twice before hovering over her, smashing his lips against hers. She hungrily pushes back, her mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. He grips her head firmly as if to keep her from escaping. He works his mouth against hers, their tongues battling back and forth like wrestlers, each trying to pin the other.

His hand slides down from her jaw to her waist, before creeping back up and resting against her breast. Squeezing it gently, causing her to let out a little whimper straight into his mouth. Then both of his hands run to the small of her back, blindly searching for the clasp of her bra.

YN doesn’t even realise it when he’s trying to unhook her bra. Suddenly she feels the piece of clothing drops to her stomach. She wiggles a little to let it out completely, beyond grateful that she isn’t wearing a tight dress and mentally write a note in her head to pick it up before she gets off the taxi when they arrive at Harry’s place.

He finds her nipple through the dress and begins twisting it. The fabric helps to heighten the sensation, making YN groans lowly against his plump lips. He forces his tongue into her mouth when she gasps, and she shamelessly bucks her hips against his in response.

The journey from Mayfair to Harry’s home in Hampstead only takes about twenty minutes but it sure feels like forever for both of them (and God, probably even more so for the poor driver). They sigh in relief at the sight of Harry’s home, and they thank the driver nonchalantly as Harry hands him some cash. She hopes he gives the driver one hell of a tip because he deserves it.

He unlocks the door quickly and pins her against the door right away as soon as they step inside to resume their kiss. Somehow, even with Harry’s rather dominant position, the kiss changes drastically from when they were still in the car. This time it’s less rushed, less rough and much more passionate. This is the kind of kiss that comes with total surrender. The kind of kiss that shows connection; the unfolding of one person into the other, and the seal which says that you are almost one person.

It begins with a gentle, soft touching of the lips. Both feeling one another. It’s an unhurried, sensuous joining of body and soul and complete arousal of the senses. He’s got one arm around her waist, in the small of her back. The other arm around the back of her shoulder. He’s enveloping her in a gentle, reassuring embrace.

Their lips locking together. She’s got her arms around his neck. They both know that neither of them will forget this kiss. This is certainly the kind of kiss that sears into the brain and never leave.

“Oh, fuck!” She pulls away from the kiss abruptly, looking at Harry in horror. “I forgot my bra in the backseat!”

He smiles and glances down at her chest. Her nipples now prominent through her dress and she instinctively folds her arms to cover them. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“But it’s La Perla!” She exclaims. “I got a really good deal for that. It costs five hundred quids but I only paid for two.”

“Darlin’, we’ll get you ten of ‘em.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffs. “You haven’t even seen it in the light.”

“Did yeh put it on f’me?” Harry grins at her. His hands back on her waist.

“Yeah,” YN nods. “M’tits look really good in it.”

“Honestly, darlin’, to me they’ll look even better naked,” Harry chuckles. “I appreciate it, but don’t fret about that, alright?”

“God, what if the driver has a wife and his wife finds it tomorrow morning? She’ll think he’s cheating on her,” YN can’t help but wonder, making Harry laugh even harder.

To YN surprise, Harry suddenly picks her up bridal style, making her squeal. “Harry! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“Finally ‘avin my way wi’you.”

YN is a little confused at first when Harry carries her past his bed and heads into the en suite instead. But the confusion turns into excitement when he sets her back down on her feet in front of the sink and begins unzipping the side of her dress right away, not wanting to waste much time to get her out of that dress.

As the dress pools around her ankles, he turns her to face him. She runs her fingers through his hair as he kisses down her chest, stopping to suck her nipple into his mouth. His five o’clock shadow scrapes against her sensitive area in a way that makes her toes curl. She lets out a whimper, looking down at him as he repeats his action on the other one.

Harry eases in two of his fingers into her pulsing core without so much as a warning, smirking when she lets out a silent scream and clutches his forearm with both hands as he rubs a particular spot against her inner wall. It’s the kind of smirk that makes her core burns as he keeps moving, fucking her slowly and thoroughly with his fingers.

Each syllable that he whispers in her ear is pure filth yet he coos it ever so sweetly, making her head spin as he rubs her bundle of nerves, two of his digits are knuckle deep inside her. It’s a sickly sweet experience. She swears his voice has never sounded as deep before, making her want nothing more than to just hide her face in the crook of his neck and cry.

“Gonna make a mess on m’fingers, darlin’?” Harry murmurs lowly and YN just nods, letting out another whimper that ends straight into his mouth when he captures her lips again.

Harry pulls away and turns her around again so she’s facing the mirror. He kneels down in front of her, sandwiched between her legs and the counter. Smiling as he thrusts his fingers back into her, looking at her directly in the eyes as he does.

She elicits her first audible moan as his tongue darts out, joining his fingers on her slick flesh, spreading her core open and dipping into it just the barest amount, enough to make her shivers and begs for more. A smirk never leaves his face as he continues teasing her, his fingers lightly massaging her bundle of nerves while his tongue circles her entrance. The man has an oral fixation and it’s not one that comes without benefits.

He pulls one of her legs over his shoulder, mouth never leaving her heat. “Look at the mirror,” he tells her.

She fights to stay quiet as he swirls his tongue over her button before sucking it between his lips. He groans rather loudly, the vibration making her body jumps in response. But she does what he asks her to do, her eyes turning to the mirror to watch her own reflection. She can’t see him as he thrust his tongue as deep as he can into her pulsing heat, his hands spreading her wide open for his access. “Can you see yourself, love?”

She nods, her hands flat against the counter as she locks eyes with herself in the mirror. Her skin flushes red and her breathing gets heavier as Harry teases her folds with his tongue.

“’Av watched yeh so many times when you come,” he says in between licks. “Know exactly when you’re gonna break f’me.”

He draws away his tongue, replacing it with a single long thick finger, pushing it up to the knuckle and she whines, pushing back against him for more. “S’it good?”

YN nods but Harry shakes his head. “Tell me,” he breathes. “Y’need to tell me how it feels.”

“Good-” YN chokes. “Feels- feels good.”

“But you need more?” She nods at his question, gasping as he adds a second finger. Immediately pumping in and out of her slowly, curling the tips to find the spot that he knows will leave her trembling.

He adds a third finger all of sudden, stretching her out completely and groaning deeply as he does. She looks down at him for a second, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of his fingers moving in and out of her.

“Eyes on the mirror, darlin’,” he reminds when he realises that her eyes are on him, and she obeys. “Want you t’see yourself as I make you come.”

She goes quiet when she comes, mouth gaping in a silent scream of pleasure as it charges through her entire body. He still licks her through her high, only slowing down a little before eventually stopping his action altogether.

Harry’s back on his feet, smiling at YN who’s still trying to even her breathing when his phone rings. He fishes it out from his pocket, eyebrows snapping together as he reads ‘Gem’ on the screen and immediately press tap the button to answer the call.

“Gem? Everything alright?” He asks her as soon as she picks up her phone.

“H- ouch, Harry? I think I’m in labour.”

***

As soon as they get to Gemma’s place, they go on their own separate ways; Harry takes Gemma to the hospital and YN takes Anya to stay the night with her at her home. It’s not Anya’s first night staying at YN’s home, but it’s the first time she’s staying without Harry, and that’s why YN is a little worried that she might have a rough time.

“Darlin’,” YN looks down at Anya as she unlocks her front door. “Finn and Pippa aren’t home so it’s just going to be the two of us, that alright?”

Anya nods. “S’okay,”

“And daddy needs to be with auntie Gem and probably won’t be back until tomorrow. If you’re feeling sad because you miss daddy, tell me so I can call him for you, alright?” YN tells her and Anya just walks nonchalantly before her into the house.

“I’m okay,” Anya starts. “M’a big girl! I won’t cry.”

YN smiles at her. “You are a big girl.”

“And it’s okay if I don’t have my daddy,” Anya continues. “Because I have my mummy!”

YN turns to the two and a half year old in astonishment. “What?!”

“I’m okay because I’m with my mummy!” Anya repeats herself as she plops down onto the couch.

YN panics. She doesn’t want Harry to think that she’s the one who tells Anya that she is her mummy. This is probably a little too soon for that. Things have been going really well with the two of them and she doesn’t want to scare Harry away.

“Oh sweet girl,” YN begins at last after a few seconds of silence. “I’m not your mummy. But hey, you’ve got a daddy! And he’s a really good one!”

“Yes, you are!” Anya insists. “You’re MY mummy! MY mummy!”

YN’s heart breaks as Anya’s bottom lip begins to quiver and big tears roll down her rosy cheeks. “Oh no, no no no, don’t cry, come here my love,” she immediately pulls Anya into a hug, squeezing her little body and kissing her cheek.

“You’re my- my mummy,” says Anya in choked tones.

“Alright, alright. No tears, yeah?” YN doesn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. Besides its nearly midnight, maybe she’s just tired because she’s still awake way past her bedtime. But instead of getting her to bed, she’s got another idea to cheer her up. She stands up and takes Anya’s hand in hers. “Come here.”

The little girl just walks beside her. And as they step into the kitchen, YN picks Anya up and sits her on the kitchen island. “Stay still, okay?” She reminds her, smiling as she walks towards her fridge and pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry from the freezer.

“Ice cweams!” Anya cheers excitedly.

“Would you like some?” YN smiles as she takes out two spoons from the drawer and hands one to Anya.

Anya nods frantically. “Yes please!”

YN has never been with just Anya before. Most of the time Harry and her kids were around as well so it’s rare for YN to get the chance to have a little conversation just the two of them.

She knows right from the start that Harry did a really good job raising his daughter, and she swears she’s not just saying that because she has to. Anya is so sweet and calm (as calm as a two year old can be!) and polite and rarely throws a fit. She knows that he must be so proud of his little girl.

“Should we get you to bed?” YN turns to Anya, knowing that if she doesn’t stop her, she’ll probably finish the whole thing.

“Wanna sleep with mummy,” Anya says as she hands her spoon back to YN.

“Okay,” YN smiles at her as she chucks the ice cream back in the freezer and put the spoons in the sink before getting some water for the two of them. Then she takes Anya into her arms. The little girl immediately clings her arms around her neck as YN takes her upstairs to her bedroom, stopping in the living room to get Anya’s overnight bag as well.

YN puts the little girl back on her feet and takes her toiletries out from the bag. Taking her to the en suite so she can help her to brush her teeth before she tucks her in bed.

“All done!” YN says, running her fingers through Anya’s hair and smiling at her reflection in the mirror. Anya’s hair is a little lighter than Harry’s, it looks exactly just like Finn’s current hair. Finn was a blond baby and stayed blond throughout his toddler years, but it grew darker after he turned four last year. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“Wait!” Anya stops her. “We need to do affirmations!”

“Oh, you do that with daddy?” YN asks her.

“Mhm,” she hums before she begins, grinning at her own reflection in the mirror. “I’m smart. I’m beautiful. I’m kind. I’m loved,”

“So very loved,” YN adds, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m strong,” says Anya, flashing her little muscles and YN laughs. “I’m brave. I’m not better than anyone, nobody’s better than me. I work hard.”

“Good job!” YN praises her. “Is that all?”

“We’re not done yet,” Anya tells her. “Mummy, you need to ask me my name.”

YN still tenses every time Anya calls her that but she quickly brushes it off. “What’s your name?”

“Anya Marigold Styles!”

“Your middle name is Marigold?” YN turns to her in surprise. “Pippa’s middle name is Marie!”

The little girl responds with giggles. “Then you need to ask me if I fall.”

YN’s eyebrows snap together in confusion but she does what Anya asks her to. “If you fall?”

“I get back up!” Anya answers proudly. “Then, mummy, y’need to tell me I’m your best girl.”

“M’best girl,” YN says as she leans down to kiss her cheek. “Now what usually daddy does next?”

“Give me a kiss but you already did,” she chuckles.

“Come on then,” YN looks down at her. “Let’s get you to bed.”

***

The sound of her phone ringing wakes YN up and she immediately picks it up from the bedside table and answers it before it wakes Anya who’s still cuddled up to her side. It’s Harry.

“Hello?” YN whispers.

“YN! You were right, it’s a boy!” Harry exclaims in excitement. “I’m an uncle!”

YN smiles instantly. A new life is always exciting and she truly is happy for them. “I knew it!” She whispers proudly. Gemma and Michal didn’t want to find out the gender, but they all had their guesses. Everyone thought it was going to be a girl except Michal and YN, and if her two pregnancies ever taught her anything, it’s to trust the father’s instincts regarding the gender. And she was right. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, darlin’,” says Harry. YN can’t see him but she knows he’s smiling. “By the way, why are we whispering? Oh, and how was last night?”

YN chuckles lightly. “Anya is still asleep, and it was good.”

“She slept with you?” Harry asks her, surprised.

“Mhm,” she hums. “By the way, Harry, I’ve got something to tell you, but-”

“What is it, love?” Harry lets out a nervous chuckle. “S’it something bad? You’re scaring me right now.”

“No, no,” YN quickly responds, almost cutting him. “S’not a bad thing, but thought you should know.”

“Don’t scare me like that,” Harry says. “What is it then?”

“Anya called me mummy last night,” YN begins. “And I swear I didn’t ask her to. It wasn’t my idea. But when I told her that I wasn’t, she started crying so I just let her. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so if-“

“YN,” Harry cuts her off. “I know.”

“What?!” Her eyes widen in surprise.

“Yeah,” Harry says. “She’s been referring you as mummy for a while now. I swear I didn’t tell her to either, t’was all her. I’ve tried to tell her that you’re Finn and Pippa’s mum and not hers but she threw a fit every time. Are you alright with it? I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Fuck, I’ll talk to her and-“

“Harry,” this time YN cuts him off. “I’m okay with it. It’s alright, I promise. How about you though?”

“Darlin’ I’m buzzin’,” Harry chuckles.

“Is Michal there yet?” YN asks. “And your mum?”

“No,” Harry answers. “Both are still on their way. But we FaceTimed Michal when the baby was about to come out so he didn’t miss it.”

“You were in the room?” YN asks him in surprise.

“Yeah,” Harry chuckles. “I couldn’t leave her alone but she made sure I stayed near her head.”

YN laughs. “Tell Gemma I said congratulations,” she adds. “I can’t wait to see both of them.”

“I will.”

YN is about to go back to sleep beside Anya after she puts her phone back on the bedside table but she hears some noises from downstairs. She knows that must be James and the kids because sometimes James still takes them home so the four of them can eat breakfast together even if it’s James’s turn with the kids.

She is smiling to herself, excited to see the kids because she misses them. That, until she realises that Anya is with her and James hasn’t even met Harry yet let alone Anya. She tries to keep her new relationship to herself, but of course, the kids talk. She knows that he knows about her and Harry although he never says anything to her.

It’s not that she is scared of him knowing, it’s just… it’s weird. James was basically her first love (no, we’re not going to count that bloke that she kissed when she was 12). They’ve known each other for ten years. They were married for seven. They had two children together. So it’s pretty understandable that she doesn’t want to talk about her new bit with him.

Anya wakes up when YN sits up, immediately smiling at YN as YN mumbles a little good morning. Anya is adorable. As YN looks at her, waiting for her to fully get the sleep away from her eyes before they head downstairs, she realises how much she looks like her father. She is exactly the little girl version of Harry, only slightly cuter and less of a trouble than her father when he was around her age according to Harry’s mum.

“Mummy!” Pippa exclaims excitedly as she spots her mum walking down the stairs and getting more excited as she spots her little best friend trailing behind her mum. “Oh, Anya’s here! Anyaaaaa!”

James is cracking some eggs into the bowl as YN and Anya walk into the kitchen. He looks a little surprised when he sees the little girl but he brilliantly hides his astonishment with a grin. “Morning.”

“Morning,” YN greets him back.

“Did we have a secret kid that you’re not telling me?”

YN’s eyes widen. “No!”

“I was joking,” James chuckles. Tilting his head to Anya who’s already chatting to Pippa as he continues. “I know she’s Harry Styles’s daughter.”

YN doesn’t respond, choosing to walk past him to pour some coffee from the pot into a mug instead.

“How’s it going?” He asks nonchalantly.

YN turns to face him. “What?”

“You,” he says, pausing to take a bite of a cherry tomato before he continues. “And your new bit.”

“James, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to talk about it,” YN slumps against the cabinet.

“I just need to know something,” he says after a bit of silence. “Is he a good father?”

YN nods. “Yes.”

“Does he make you happy?”

YN nods again. “He does.”

“That’s all I need to know.”

***

“Have you got any plans with the kids today?” YN asks James who’s sat on the other couch. They put on some cartoon after breakfast and they’re watching it together in the living room.

James has always been one of those guys who loves being around kids. Even long before they had Finn, James likes to randomly ask to hold other people’s babies. He seems to always know how to talk to little ones and most kids love him.

That’s why as weird as it looks like, YN is not surprised seeing Anya cuddled up to James’s side. Pippa on the other side and Finn on YN’s. He’s naturally good with kids and it has only been about two hours but Anya likes him already.

“Nah,” James shakes his head. “Just gonna hang around here. Might take them to the playground later though.”

“Oh,” YN responds nonchalantly while freaking out inside. Harry just texted her a couple minutes prior, telling her that he’s on his way from the hospital so he’s going to arrive any minute now, yet it looks like James is not going anywhere.

YN is freaking out, but she knows that the two of them are bound to meet sooner or later anyway. YN and Harry have known each other for six months and have been going out for four, so she knows that she’s lucky she could string it out that long.

The sound of the doorbell startles them and YN is quick to stand on her feet, mumbling “I’ll get it” and rushing to the front door in hope to give Harry a very last minute heads-up, telling him that James is in the living room. She leaves the detail about the fact that his daughter is cuddled up to his side because there is no way he is going to believe that unless he sees it with his own eyes.

“Hello,” Harry says as he walks into the living room with YN.

“Ah,” James glances over his shoulder to see Harry and stands up quickly to shake his hand. “Hi! S’Harry, is it? I’m James, nice to meet you mate.”

“Hi, yeah,” Harry smiles at him and shakes his hand. “Good to finally meet you.”

“Daddy!” Anya runs towards Harry and instantly put her arms in the air, silently asking him to pick her up.

“My darling girl!” Harry smiles as he looks down at Anya, immediately picking her up. Giving her a few kisses on the cheek as she clings her arms around his neck. “Were you good last night?”

Anya nods. “Mhm,” she hums. “I slept with mummy!”

Harry’s eyes widen for a second when his little girl says mummy. She told him a few times that she thought YN was her mother, but he never heard her call YN mummy on her face until that moment. He’s surprised but he quickly brushes it off, setting Anya back on her feet before walking towards Pippa and Finn to give them a hug and a kiss on top of both their heads.

YN can see the look on James’s face when he hears Anya referring her as mummy. He brushes it off as fast as Harry does but YN knows that he’s just as surprised. YN is looking at the telly, trying to make it look like she’s actually watching it instead of just staring at it blankly as she hears her ex-husband and her new bit having a small chat.

“YN?” James says quietly, trying to catch YN’s attention from the telly as Harry turns to Finn and begin talking with him. “Can we?” He says, tilting his head towards the kitchen.

YN nods. Giving Harry a quick I-don’t-know-what’s-happening-either look as she walks towards the kitchen with James so they can have a little bit of privacy when they talk.

“Want anything?” James asks her as he grabs a beer from the fridge and closing the door when he sees YN shaking her head.

“What is it?” YN asks him.

“So,” he begins as he gulps his beer. “Anya calls you mummy?”

“Well, she threw a fit when I told her I wasn’t so I just let her,” YN shrugs. “Not a big deal.”

“What are you talking about?” He turns to her, surprised. “Of course it’s a big deal!”

“Honestly, James, I’m fine with it,” YN says faintly. There’s a huge pause. And YN can see that James is frowning ahead in that silent way he gets when his brain is dealing with some huge, knotty problem. “What are you thinking about?”

“I don’t want Finn and Pippa to call him daddy,” James says quietly, YN can barely hear him. “I’m their dad.”

“James,” YN’s looks soften at her ex-husband. “They won’t if you don’t want them to, I promise. You’re their daddy, you’ll always be. They love you so much and they know exactly how much you love them. Nobody is going to replace you.”

“How long have you known each other?” James turns to her. There is something about the way he is looking at YN that makes her slightly uncomfortable. She can feel the tension shifting.

“James,” YN tries to stop him. “I really don’t want to talk about this with you.”

“How long?”

YN knows that he won’t give up before she answers him, so she just answers it to make their little chat ends as quickly as possible. “Six months.”

“Ha!” He says. “I knew it.”

“What?”

“That was the last time you let me sleep here.”

“Our marriage ended nearly two years ago,” YN looks at him sternly. “The fact that I stopped sleeping with you six months ago may or may not have anything to do with him. We should’ve stopped a long time ago anyway.”

“Is this you throwing me away ‘cause you’ve found a new man?” He frowns. “Tha’ what you’re trying t’say?”

She turns to him in astonishment. “Are you joking?”

“Always thought you’ll realise that we’ve made a mistake and we’ll-” he feigns innocence, and he doesn’t have to finish his sentence for YN to know exactly what he’s going to say next.

YN chuckles dryly. “You are mad.”

“I still love you,” he says, looking far away in the window, away from YN’s deathly glare. “Never stopped lovin’ yeh.”

YN doesn’t say anything in response. She just shakes her head at him in disbelief before walking away to the living room. Smiling as if she doesn’t feel like she wants to plot a murder. “Harry, darlin’,” she says to Harry, emphasising the pet name, making sure James hears it. “Can you help me to cook lunch?”

“F’course,” Harry promptly says before standing up and follows her to the kitchen. Offering James a quick smile as he walks past him into the living room and plops down on the couch.

YN takes out a couple things from the fridge and lays it all on the counter before taking a pot from the cabinet and fills it with water, handing it to Harry afterwards for him to put on the cooker.

“Fuck me he’s fit,” he whispers quietly to YN as he turns on the cooker. “He’s really good lookin’.”

YN chuckles. “Have you seen yourself in the mirror?”

“I’m serious,” Harry looks at her. “I’ve seen that picture of him with the kids in the living room but he looks unreal in person.”

“What can I say?” YN deadpans. “I don’t shag uggos.”

Both Harry and James end up staying the whole day at YN’s home, and every minute, things are getting more awkward than the last. They’re both clearly trying to one-up one another, fighting for either YN’s or the kids’ attention and by the time they finished dinner, YN has had enough with both of them.

James had just left and the kids are playing in the nursery before bedtime. YN finally gets some alone time with Harry just the two of them, and YN has been waiting for this for quite a while. She knows Harry has something bothering him in his mind. He’s been awfully quiet the last two hours and YN is almost sure it must have something to do with her ex-husband.

“Hey, are you alright?” YN says as he pours some wine into a glass, sliding it across the kitchen island for Harry before she pours some for herself. “Been awfully quiet.”

“Just realised something,” he says, pausing to take a slug of his wine. “James is still wearing his wedding band.”

“Oh, I know where this is going,” YN scoffs.

“I’m just saying,” he sounds unconvincing.

YN lets out a heavy sigh. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” Harry answers promptly.

“Have I ever given you a reason not to trust me?” YN asks him again.

Harry shakes his head.

“Then why are you even telling me this?” YN says in annoyance.

Harry raises his voice. “You asked me!”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about what he wears and you should too,” YN chooses to ignore his answer. “We’re almost divorced. The ring meant the world when we were together but now it’s just a piece of cold metal.”

“I’m just saying,” he breaks off. “I think he’s still hoping to get you back.”

“Harry, honestly, you’re pissing me off,” YN sighs heavily. “I’ve told you twice, clear as day, that I don’t want him anymore. Then it shouldn’t matter whether or not he wants to get back together with me. I don’t want it. Don’t want him. I want you.”

Harry smiles at her out of the blue. “Do you realise something?”

“What?” YN asks, clearly still annoyed probably not at him but at the whole thing. It has been a day for her emotionally. One hell of a day.

“This is our first fight,” Harry grins at her, pulling her close to him by her waist.

“Yeah and am still fuming,” YN rolls her eyes.

“I love you,” Harry says nonchalantly.

YN’s eyes widen in surprise. “What?!”

“Is that really a surprise?” Harry chuckles.

“Well, not really but this is the first time you said that.”

“Been dying to tell you this for ages,” he admits, intertwining his fingers with hers. “But we agreed to take things slow.”

YN smiles at him. “I love you too.”

“Eh, I quite like you,” Harry jokes and YN pinches his waist playfully in response. “Ouch! M’joking!”

“You were mean,” YN laughs.

“I love you,” Harry looks at her, bringing her knuckles to his lips so he could kiss them. “Completely besotted, absolutely enamoured, hopelessly in love wi’ you.”

This time, she responds by cupping his jaw, brushing her lips against his. Softly, delicately, just long enough that she can inhale his breath. He can feel the warmth of her skin, and even after she pulls away, the taste of her lip balm lingers.

***

It’s Sunday, and Harry and Anya are already at YN’s home to pick her and the kids up at 10 o’clock sharp so they can all go together to the hospital to see Gemma and the baby. The kids are all bouncing with excitement to see the baby and they have been talking about him nonstop.

“Who’s excited to see the baby?!” Harry says as he begins to drive, raising his hand in the air, making the kids and YN giggle. He truly is a kid at heart.

“Meeee!” The kids cheer excitedly as they raise their hands as well.

“Be good at the hospital, alright?” YN reminds them softly. “All three of you.”

“Okay, mummy,” says Anya.

Pippa turns to her little friend. “She’s my mummy.”

“Yeah,” Anya nods. “But she’s my mummy too.”

“Oh, okay,” Pippa agrees. “Does that mean your daddy is my daddy too?”

“Pippa,” Finn looks at his little sister. “We already have a daddy.”

YN and Harry are both trying their hardest not to laugh as they listen to the kids’ conversation in the backseat.

“S’okay!” Anya insists. “You can have two daddies! Right, daddy?”

“I don’t want another daddy!” Finn exclaims in frustration. “I already have a daddy.”

Realising that Finn is getting upset, Harry quickly chimes in. “Finn, mate, how about a papa? Do you have a papa?”

Harry looks at Finn through the rear view mirror and the little guy shakes his head. “I don’t.”

“Can I be your papa?” Harry asks him.

“Yeah!” Finn says excitedly. “You can be my papa!”

“Can you be my papa too?” Pippa chimes in.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Harry answers.

“Mummy! I have a papa!” Pippa immediately brags to her mum and YN laughs.

“I see.”

***

“Hello,” YN says in a hushed tone as she enters Gemma’s room in case the baby is asleep, can’t help but aww-ing instantly as soon as she spots the sleeping baby boy in his little bassinet by the window next to Gemma’s bed.

“Hiiii,” Gemma greets them excitedly. “Come in!”

“Congrats, Gem,” YN walks towards Gemma’s bed and Gemma immediately pulls her into a hug. “How are you feeling?”

“So happy, and not as rough as yesterday,” Gemma chuckles. She looks tired but YN has also never seen her happier. Having a baby is a magical moment and YN secretly hopes that she can experience it just once more with Harry one day. “Hi, come here and see the baby,” she tells the kids who are standing at the end of her bed before picking out the baby from the bassinet into her arms.

“Oh, he’s beautiful,” YN sighs in adoration. The baby was born two weeks early but he looks really healthy and oh so adorable. “Have you named him?”

“Yeah,” Gemma smiles. “Michal came up with Hugo just this morning and I love it. Hugo it is.”

“Oh, Hugo!” Harry coos at the baby. “M’little Hugster! Gonna give your uncle Harry lots of hugs, aren’t you? Yeah?”

“He’s bald,” Anya giggles and they all laugh at her innocent remark.

They stay for a little while at the hospital because none of the kids wants to go home and luckily they’re still at the hospital when Harry’s mum gets there so they get to see her as well. Knowing Harry had to take Gemma the other day to the hospital and ended his night with YN early because neither Michal nor Anne was in town when Gemma went to labour, Anne offers to babysit all three of the kids for the night and even bring Finn and Pippa to school tomorrow morning. YN hesitated at first because she doesn’t want to trouble her, but both Harry and Anne insisted so she caved in the end.

So the plan for them right now is to go out and have lunch, then Harry will drop YN and her kids home before he goes to his own home with Anya. They will get ready and Harry and Anya will come at YN’s around six and wait for Anne to pick the kids up from YN’s place before the two of them leave for a date night.

“The baby is really cute,” says Finn in the car as Harry begins to drive.

“He really is, isn’t he?” Harry smiles through the rear view mirror.

“Mummy,” says Pippa, pausing for a second before she continues. “Can we please have a baby brother?”

YN who’s currently taking a sip of water spits her water everywhere, earning a laugh from Harry. “What?!”

“Daddy!” Anya chimes in. “I want a baby too! A boy baby!”

“You mean baby boy?” Pippa corrects her.

“Yeah,” says Anya. “I’ll be good, daddy, I promise!”

“Well,” Harry begins at last. Still trying to stifle a giggle while stealing glances at YN. “We’ve got baby Hugo. Tha’ enough for now, I suppose?”

***

Harry shows up at YN’s home at 6pm sharp, and YN’s insides clench as soon as she sees him when she opens her door. He smirks at her, knowing exactly what he’s doing to her. He is wearing his old custom Gucci suit, the one that he wore in Dunkirk’s premiere in London years ago and to a couple weddings afterwards. He wears it tieless, of course, the crisp white button-up shirt underneath is undone. And those rings… there is no way she is going to let him take them off later.

“Y’alright, love?” He asks her after he sets Anya down on her feet so she can run inside to see Pippa and Finn. The smirk is still visible on his face. “Y’look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”

YN bites her bottom lip subconsciously before letting out a chuckle. “Fuck,” YN mumbles. “Y’look-”

“Well,” Harry shrugs. “Gotta pull out my A-game, don’t I? Certain someone told me yesterday she doesn’t shag uggos.”

Half an hour later Anne arrives to pick the kids up to stay the night at her London home, and after closing the front door after them, Harry walks upstairs to YN’s room where she gets ready. Harry has spent countless nights in there so he knows exactly where it is.

YN is still in her bathrobe when he steps into the bedroom, smiling through the mirror at his reflection from the door. Her hair is done and she’s just putting the last bit of some make-up before she slips into her outfit for the night. Her black lace jumpsuit is ready on the bed, waiting for her.

Harry is still standing by the door, staring at her intensely. He folds his arms across his chest, not a word comes out of his mouth.

“You gonna stand there and gawk at me all night or are you coming in and help me get into my outfit?” YN smirks at him through the mirror.

He walks towards her, stopping to stand behind her. He places one of his hands on her shoulder, before wetting his lips as he dips his hand into the pocket of his suit trousers, never breaking eye contact through the mirror as he does.

YN realises that he’s getting something out of his pocket when she sees his arms moving upward, her eyes shift from looking at his deep green eyes to the hand in his pocket to see what he’s got in there.

There’s a string. He’s holding the string as he slowly pulls it out, taking his sweet time. YN’s eyes widen when she sees a small, silver ball at the end of the string, and Harry swears her eyes are about to pop out when she sees the second ball. Now that it’s out, Harry holds it by the string, holding it in front of YN for her to take a closer look.

“What the hell is that?” She looks at the balls quizzically, her brows knit together in confusion.

Harry shakes his hand a little, causing whatever it is inside the balls to roll around, creating the tiniest noise. “S’called Ben Wa balls,” he says before he brings it up and takes one of the balls into his mouth to wet it. The sight makes YN’s stomach drops and it feels like forever for her before he takes it out of his mouth with a pop. “And you’re wearing it tonight.”

“Oh,” YN panics and shakes her head. “You’re not putting those in-”

“They don’t go in there,” Harry shakes his head gently. “Stand up and bend over, darlin’.”

YN does what he asks her to, even though she is still not one hundred per cent sure about what he’s about to do. Harry takes the moment to put the second ball into his mouth and suck it a little to make sure it’s completely wet.

He takes off her bathrobe so she is only in her strapless bra and a pair of knickers before his eyes. The fact that they’re matching brings a smile to Harry’s lips. She feels like her heart is about to jump out of her body when his fingers come in contact with her, pulling her knickers to the side.

She takes a lungful of air as he inserts the ball into her core slowly one by one. It’s something she’s never felt before, certainly a foreign feeling. He kisses the back of her neck before pulling her knickers back into place, letting her stand up straight.

“Alright?” He asks, smiling at her through the mirror in front of them.

“Yeah,” YN chokes out. “Weird, but- what do they do?”

Harry chuckles a little. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

And Harry’s right. As she bends down to pick up her outfit from the bed, she feels the movement of the balls inside of her. She gasps, her eyes widen in surprise, and she looks at Harry in shock. “Holy-”

Harry simply laughs at her, already get the feeling that this is going to be one hell of a night.

***

“Stop squirming,” Harry chuckles as he takes YN’s hand in his as they walk into The Shard. “They’re just little balls, s’nothing your pussy can’t handle, yeah?”

“Harry!” YN’s eyes widen in horror as she scolds him.

The view is breathtaking. From the 31st floor, they can clearly see how beautiful London is at night from the floor to ceiling windows all around the restaurant. Regarding the size of the dining room, it is rather large and pretty busy, but somehow it remains intimate and the lighting is so dimmed that they bet they can barely see the neighbouring table.

She still doesn’t know how Harry managed to secure a window table in the corner for them. The view is just so spectacular that she even forgets about the balls for a second as she looks over to St Paul’s Cathedral.

“D’you realise something?” Harry smiles at her across the table, taking a sip of the signature cocktail that both of them ordered.

“What is it?” YN questions him.

“We’ll hit our six months anniversary on Tuesday,” Harry informs her.

YN chuckles. Immediately regretting her action when she feels the balls shift a little inside her, making their presence known, and YN can’t help but let out a small gasp. She closes her eyes for a second but she can hear Harry chuckling across the table. “It’s not our anniversary,” she begins at last.

“It is!” He insists. “S’the anniversary of the first time we met, at the studio.”

“When is our real anniversary then?” YN asks, wanting to see whether or not Harry will take the bait. “When we went on that first date?”

“Was thinking,” Harry clears his throat before he continues. “I was just thinking- well, today’s a good day. Pretty good date to remember. S’your favourite number.”

YN’s grinning at him now. “What are you trying to say, Styles?”

“Should we make it official?” He suggests, grinning wider at her. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

YN lets out a giggle. “God, I hate that word.”

“What?” He asks her. “Girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” she laughs. “Dunno why. Bit cringey.”

Harry joins her in laughter before he continues. “But you want to, right? Make us official, I mean,” Harry asks her again. “We don’t have to use that word. Ever.”

“Course I do, H,” says YN, smiling at him across the table. “I love you. My kids love you. I’m keeping you.”

Harry chuckles at her last statement. “Good,” he nods. “I’m keeping you too.”

***

The view, the food, the person in front of them, everything is perfect but they can’t wait anymore for it to be over. YN can’t keep squirming in her seat because of those bloody balls inside her and sure, it’s fun for Harry to see her like that at first but the fact that he can’t do anything to her is torturing him as well.

That’s why YN is glad when Harry asks for the bills instead when the waitress comes back to ask whether or not they want dessert. They haven’t got time for bloody desserts.

Harry practically drags YN out of the restaurant as soon as possible, immediately walking towards the lift and stealing a quick kiss when he sees that nobody’s looking. He’s about to press the down button on the lift but a brilliant idea struck him.

“Where are we going?” YN turns to him in confusion when he presses the up button.

He presses his lips against hers again for a second before he pulls away, grinning at her. “There’s a hotel upstairs.”

***

“H- Harry,” YN breathes out heavily, still squirming as she waits for Harry to open the door to their suite, giving him a hurry-the-fuck-up look. The balls are driving YN up the wall at this point, having had enough of the constant subtle, tingly sensation every time she moves even just an inch.

He pins her against the door hastily as it flings open, aiming for her neck right away. He’s got his hands around her waist, and he spends no longer than a few seconds before finding the spot that makes her arches her back, it’s simply ridiculous how good his accuracy is when it comes to her body. There isn’t a button he doesn’t know how to locate and press until she breaks in his hands.

“Harry,” YN sighs in frustration. “The balls.”

Harry can’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Please,” YN begs him. “Take those damn balls out. I- I can’t. S’too much.”

“Go to the bed, love,” Harry instructs her and she begins to walk to the bed slowly to keep the movement of the balls as minimum as possible.

She is sitting at the end of the bed, pressing her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the pressure but Harry quickly shoves his knee between her legs, spreading her thighs again, smirking at her as he does, earning a frustrated groan from her side.

His suit is thrown somewhere in their suite. His shirt is now wrinkly and messy, and most of the buttons are undone. He takes her hand so she stands up just long enough for him to take her out of her lace jumpsuit, groaning when he sees that so much more of her skin is now exposed to him.

He pushes her down by her shoulder so she’s laying on the bed before climbing on top of her. Their lips come together again and he takes his time to gently look for her lips with his tongue.

As the kiss gets more intense, their hands begin to wander. YN’s hands are pressed on his chest, slowly yet surely going further south to where he needs her the most. Harry’s hands creep around her back, and she lifts her back just enough for Harry to unhook her bra.

“Fuck,” Harry growls when the piece of clothing comes off and she is bare from the waist above before his eyes. He doesn’t waste another second before going down and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently at first before flicking his tongue repeatedly over the firm bud.

“H- Harry,” she whimpers. “I swear to God if you don’t take those sodding balls out right now I’m going to chop off yours and feed them to my neighbour’s dog.”

Harry laughs. “Patience, darlin’.”

“No!” YN practically shrieks. “S’enough!”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’,” he says, his voice a little slurred. “I’ve got you, yeah?”

Harry takes her knickers off at last, slowly, leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of her leg. She whines when he sucks her inside thigh a little harder than usual, definitely leaving a mark behind.

She lets out a shaky gasp when she feels him starting to tug the string of those sodding balls. He pulls them out slowly one by one, enjoying the sight of her trembling already in front of him yet they’ve only just started.

YN sighs in relief when they’re finally out. Looking at the glistening metals, Harry purrs and the simple tone of it makes YN’s core flex around nothing.

He slides his hand between her thighs, rubbing his fingers over her bundle of nerves gently at first before he pinches it between his thumb and index finger when he realises that she’s about to come. The pressure is enough to add a bit of pain and stops the orgasm that’s only seconds away dead in its track.

His lips brush against hers softly as he thrusts two digits at once into her, finding her completely drenched already. “Thought you need more persuading,” he teases.

She lets out a silent scream, her hips instinctively buck towards his hand as he curls his fingers inside of her. The gentle yet constant stimulation from the toy earlier slowly turns her in the lead-up and it doesn’t take long for her to break in front of him.

“Y’taste amazin’,” he mumbles as he sucks his glistening fingers off. She doesn’t respond, eyes fixed on the floor to ceiling windows overlooking London behind Harry instead. “Okay, I know what you’re thinking. And it’s a no.”

“What?” She asks lowly.

“We’re not shaggin’ against that bloody window. I know it’s amazin’, but not for our first time. Wanna do it properly,” Harry says and YN chuckles, having no idea about how the hell he knows what she’s thinking about. “Got all night here, yeah? Save that for round two.”

“Round two already, huh?” YN jokes, still trying to even her breathing. “Y’talk big game, Styles.”

“Let me take you, YN,” he growls in her ear and she swears it’s the hottest sound she has ever heard.

YN smiles at him. “You’re the one stalling.”

She spreads her thighs willingly, running her fingers through his hair as he leaves a trail of kisses down her chest.

“I love you,” he whispers in her ear, squeezing himself between her thighs. His thick member presses against her entrance. The first couple of inches enter easily but when he’s met with resistance, he draws back, letting her body accept him at its own pace.

Then Harry tries again. The tip of his member thrusts into her, every inch opening her up slowly until he’s fully inside of her. He stops his movement and kisses her passionately as he waits for her to adjust to his size.

“God, Harry,” YN gasps. “Did you ever hurt someone with that?”

Harry laughs out loud and the vibration from his laughter only heightens the sensation. The pleasurable burn fills all your senses and his kisses only stoke the fires into swirling flames.

“Harry,” she whimpers. “Fuck, you’re so-”

Harry grins proudly, sucking her jaw. “I’m so what?”

“Big,” she blurts out and he burst out laughing, shaking his head as he captures her lips again, pushing inside of her mouth with his ridiculously long tongue.

She moans a little when his shaft twitches inside of her. Harry holds himself up, pulling back a few inches before slamming into her all the way in.

“Go,” she whispers in his ear and he nods before he starts moving. Words give way to grunts and moans, hands wandering as they move together. He moves agonisingly slow at first, making her nerves tremble with the stretch and the pleasurable burn that accompany his intrusion of her body.

He kisses her until she’s gasping for breath as he fucks into her. One of his hands is strategically placed under her, holding her at an angle that allows him to hit her sweet spot with every stroke.

His mouth drops to suck her nipple as he keeps pushing in and pulling out, coaxing her pulsing core to stretch around him. She sobs her pleasure into the pillow, squirming underneath him as he hits painful depths.

“M’gonna-” YN chokes out. “M’gonna-”

“Come,” Harry tells her, not slowing down his movement even just a little and slamming into her over and over instead. “Come all over me, darlin’. Come wi’ me.”

They hit their highs within seconds, together, in one another’s embrace. Harry keeps fucking her through it and he lets out a deep groan as she pulses around him. Her entire body shuddering. Their breathing is heavy, and he slowly pulls himself out of her.

“Fuck!” Harry‘s eyes widen in horror. “Sorry, I forgot- we forgot. We didn’t use-”

YN laughs. “Relax, m’on the pills.”

Harry sighs in relief. “Okay, s’not that I don’t want to have a baby with you. Because I do, I really do. S’just-”

“Can you stop talking and just take me against the window like you promised?” YN cuts him off, smirking at the man beside her. “Get round two started, hmm?”

Harry howls. “Can you even stand up?”

“Probably not,” YN shrugs. “But you can hold me, can’t you?”

Harry shakes his head and laugh before pulling himself up and rests his head against his hand. Both of them are still in their most vulnerable state. He looks down at her, smiling as he whispers, “I love you,” before leaning down to press another gentle kiss against her lips.

***

“How are you feeling?” Harry turns to her, grinning from ear to ear as they walk hand in hand to the triage room so they can assess her.

YN smiles at her husband. “Still can’t believe it’s happening.”

Six months after James and YN got decree absolute, Harry and YN got married and moved into their new family home in South Kensington. Luckily, James agreed to move back into his old home when he was still married with YN so they didn’t have to sell the house and the kids didn’t have to say goodbye to their childhood home. It had so many good memories and they truly loved that cosy maisonette.

It has been two years since Harry and YN first met, and they’re at the birthing unit because YN’s contractions are two and a half minutes to four minutes apart now. She is thirty seven weeks along with twins (honeymoon babies!) and they can’t be more excited.

“I can tell by just looking at you that you’re not in labour,” says the midwife. Which is true. The contractions were so intense at home but now they have slowed down somehow as soon as they get to the birthing unit.

“I don’t know what’s going on,” YN sighs. “They were so frequent and strong at home and I don’t know why they’ve completely calmed down for some reason.”

“Don’t worry, it’s a common thing,” the midwife smiles at her. “When ladies come into an unfamiliar environment, their bodies can produce adrenaline that fights against the labour and basically slows it down.”

“What should we do then?” Harry asks her.

“I’m going to send you back home to progress more there,” answers the midwife. “Come back here if the pain gets worse.”

Feeling a little deflated, they go home. The kids are at school and YN’s parents are going to pick them up and bring them to their home in Farnham and they’re going to stay there for a week.

Much to YN’s annoyance, as soon as they get home, things kick up a notch again. She tries to just lay down in bed and Harry gives her a hot water bottle in hope that she will be able to try and rest as much as she can but when the contractions come again, they’re so unbearable lying down.

“Harry,” YN whimpers in pain. “It hurts.”

She is clinging onto Harry’s neck as he holds her through another contraction. It is getting more frequent and it’s killing Harry to see her like this. “I know my love,” he tries to comfort her. “But you can do this, yeah? Just think, you’re one less contraction away from meeting our babies. We’ll get to hold them soon.”

“But when?!” She yells in frustration. “Oh God, I yelled at you. I’m sorry, I-”

“Hey hey, s’fine, love,” Harry pulls her into a hug, tight enough not to squeeze the babies. “You’re in pain. ‘Sides, you didn’t yell at me. You just yelled near me.”

She chuckles at his Friends reference. “Dunno what would I do without you.”

Harry just smiles at her. “Sit down, darlin’, I’ll give you a back rub.”

YN sits down at the edge of the bed and Harry begins massaging her lower back and it really helps with the pain. “This feels oddly familiar,” YN states.

“What gets them in there also gets them out,” Harry chuckles.

It’s 4:30pm, and there are no babies yet. Harry and YN already try everything they can to help with the pain but they’re just too intense. He’s been rubbing her back since last night and YN knows that his hands must be killing him but it’s the only thing that helps with the pain.

The contractions are now further apart, but when they come they’re on another level. Harry even cries seeing her in that much pain, and it has been nearly sixteen hours yet there is still no sign of babies.

By 6pm the contractions are getting so intense that Harry can’t help and just take her to the hospital. Thankfully they take her to the birthing room this time, setting monitors for YN and the babies right away along with a drip in her arm. They also give her gas and air to help with the pain.

“Hello,” a midwife enters their room. “How are we feeling now?”

“Tired. And it hurts.”

“We’re gonna call in an anesthesiologist to put in an epidural. Do you want to change your mind before we do? Everything looks good, the babies are doing well so we’ll totally support you if you want an unmedicated birth.”

“No,” YN shakes her head. She is beyond exhausted. “Just give me the drugs.”

“Okay,” Harry and the entire medical team in the room laugh. “But we need to check you ag- oh! They’re probably coming sooner than we thought. I can feel the head of baby A already. I’m sorry, love, but it might be too late for an epidural now.”

“What?!”

The next half an hour is a blur for YN. The midwife was right and not long after she examined her, the pushing urge becomes greater and there are more health professionals in the room. They cancelled the anesthesiologist and called two paediatricians instead because things are progressing so fast.

“Oh! The head is just there,” says the midwife. “We’ll need you to start pushing soon, okay?”

“Y’alright?” Harry turns to her, holding her hand and kissing her knuckles. “You’re doing so good, m’love,”

“Ready?” The OB asks her. YN has an obstetrician and two midwives assisting her in the room, definitely more people than when she gave birth to Finn and Pippa. “Take a deep breath and push push push!”

YN begins to push as they count one to ten, but then sighing in defeat afterwards. “H, I’m sorry, I can’t.”

“Yes you can,” Harry nods at her, squeezing her hand gently and leaning down to press a kiss on her forehead. “You’ve got this. You’re doing so good.”

“You’re so close, darling!” One of the midwives encourages her. “Give us another push, yeah? You can do this!”

“You’ve got this, my love,” Harry affirms her, wiping YN’s tears with his thumb and his eyes aren’t exactly dry either. “We’ll meet our babies soon.”

“One, two, three- push push push!” The OB counts again and YN begins to push again, squeezing Harry’s hand as she does.

“Dad!” The OB says excitedly while YN is still pushing. “Would you like to catch baby A?”

Harry’s eyes widen in surprise and he nods frantically, leaning down to press another kiss on YN’s forehead before rushing down to catch his baby. A few more pushes and the first baby is out on Harry’s hand.

“OH!” Harry exclaims as he holds his son and the whole room is clapping in excitement. “It’s a boy!”

They take a moment to wipe the baby on Harry’s arms before bringing him to YN so she can kiss her baby’s head before she has to start pushing again for baby B. “He’s beautiful,” YN mumbles.

“We need you to push again, darling,” says the midwife. YN nods weakly and begins pushing.

“Dad!” The OB calls Harry again. “Baby B is waiting for you! And, oh, this one has lots of hair!”

Harry rushes to catch his baby again. “YN!” He exclaims when the baby comes out into his hand. “We have a girl!”

***

Harry takes the kids to the hospital straight away to meet their new baby siblings after he picks them up from school, and the kids are beyond excited. Before they come up to YN’s room, Harry helps them to make a little card for their mummy and new baby sister and brother and they get two balloons to take upstairs with them.

“Mummy!” All three of the big kids cheer excitedly as they walk into the room, running to their mummy to give her a quick hug before going to the bassinets next to YN’s bed to see the babies. Harry and YN laugh at how excited they are to see their baby siblings.

“Hi babies!” Anya says, waving her little hand at them. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

“Papa, what’s the babies’ name?” Finn asks Harry.

“This is baby Mila,” Harry says, smiling down at the sleeping baby girl in her bassinet.

“We haven’t named baby boy yet,” YN adds. “Do you guys have any name that you like?”

“Flynn!” Both girls say excitedly at the same time.

“What?” YN chuckles, surprised. “Where did you get the idea?”

“Nana let us watch Tangled this morning before school,” says Finn.

“I quite like Flynn,” Harry turns to YN, smiling. “S’really cute.”

“S’cute but don’t you think it’s too close to Finn?”

Harry shrugs, smiling. “Well, they’re brothers.”

“Alright then,” YN says at last. “Who wants to hold baby Mila and baby Flynn?”

***

A week after they brought the babies home, Harry and YN have never felt more exhausted yet happier in their lives. Having twins is insane. They’re constantly feeding, changing, burping, soothing, passing babies back and forth in rotation, round the clock.

“Harry,” YN says weakly. “Could you please change the TV channel? My hands are full of baby and I’ve watched thirteen straight hours of Jeremy Kyle.”

Harry chuckles lightly, yawning as he reaches out for the remote. “What do you wanna watch?”

“Anything other than Jeremy Kyle,” YN answers. “Harry, let’s not have any more after this, okay?”

Harry lets out another chuckle as he begins flicking through the channels.

“Did you get that? Are you listening, H?” YN turns to him. “No. More. Babies. Ever!”

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mobile masterlist.

ORIGINAL STORYLINE meeting and dating. - the coffee shop incident; harry and the missus meet for the first time. - hot-tub quickie; harry and the missus have sex in jeff’s hot-tub. - anal; harry and the missus experiment with anal play. - sunburn; the missus gets badly sunburnt. - clingy cuddles; harry and the missus lay in bed together on a rainy day. - anne’s icloud hack; personal photos get leaked online. - injury; harry comes home from dunkirk with a bad hand. - big toe tattoo; the missus makes fun of harry’s tattoo. - pool handjob; the missus gives harry a handjob in a greek pool. - surprise dinner; harry surprises the missus with a homecooked meal. - first time oral and ice play; harry eats the missus out for the first time. - another man photoshoot, 2016; the missus joins harry on his photoshoot. - red coat; harry wears a red coat during sex. - timing; harry cums prematurely.

- break up novella, part one. - break up novella, part two. - break up novella, part three. - break up novella, part four. - break up novella, part five.

- for when you’re missing me; the missus records something special for harry.

engaged and married. - getting permission; harry asks the missus’ parents for permission. - choosing the engagement ring; harry goes and picks an engagement ring. - proposing; harry asks the missus to marry him. - telling the families; harry and the missus announce their news to their families. - telling the boys; harry and the missus announce their news to the boys. - early ideas; harry and the missus discuss their wedding. - first concert; one direction are back on tour. - walking around together; harry and the missus stroll around cardiff. - poolside loving; harry and the missus get intimate in a hotel pool. - sick; the end of the tour and harry falls sick. - bridal party and groomsmen; harry and the missus pick their chosen ones. - venues; harry and the missus talk about potential venues. - cake shopping; harry and the missus go cake tasting. - suit shopping; harry goes suit shopping. - dress shopping; the missus shops for a wedding dress. - stag-do and hen-party; harry and the missus celebrate before their wedding. - the wedding; part one. - the wedding; part two. - reception party; harry and the missus celebrate their wedding day. - honeymoon; harry and the missus honeymoon in santorini. - reminiscent; harry and the missus reminisce over the past. - simba; harry introduces the missus to what simba means.

pregnancy, labour and delivery. - talking about having a baby; harry and the missus discuss starting a family. - baby making; harry and the missus make love to make a baby. - “we’re pregnant”; harry and the missus find out they’re pregnant. - news; part one. - news; part two. - “did you know?”; harry talks about their baby. - twelve weeks; the missus hits twelve weeks. - bump; harry notices her bump for the first time. - award shows and fan greetings; the missus joins harry at the ama’s. - flights home and belly flutters; the missus feels the baby kick for the first time. - gender reveal; harry and the missus find out they’re having a girl. - names; harry and the missus discuss names. - cravings; the missus wants to eat weird food. - nursery; decorating the nursery begins. - protective; harry gets worried. - pregnancy frustrations; the missus doesn’t handle the heat well. - jamaican babymoon; harry and the missus and gemma and michal head to jamaica for a quick getaway. - “she’s not longer out little secret, is she?”; harry and the missus announce their pregnancy to the world.

baby (0-3). - happy birthday, missus; harry and persephone surprise the missus. - chewing daddy’s fingers; harry doesn’t mind alfie teething on his fingers. - ears; persephone has an ear infection. - newborn; harry changes persephone’s first nappy. - birthday boy; harry celebrates his birthday with his family. - valentine; harry and the missus go out for valentines. - insecure; harry feels insecure.

toddler to teens (4-19). - sick daddy; harry’s sick and persephone cheers him up. - fight; alfie walks in during an argument. - alfie’s eighteenth; alfie celebrates his eighteenth birthday. - a-level results day; persephone receives her a-level grades. - accidental accident; rose has an accident in front of connor. - kidneys; rose struggles with a urine infection. - sheets; harry catches rose washing her sheets in the middle of the night.

adults (20+). - welcome to the family; persephone introduces jack to her family. - great parents become grandparents; persephone and jack announce their pregnancy.

harry tags. - harry talk. baby love.

- 2010 | 2011 | 2012 | 2013 | 2014 | 2015 | 2016 | 2017 | 2018.

- gucci campaign, 2018. - gucci campaign, 2019.

- live on tour, 2017. my show - eventim apollo, october 30, 2017.

- live on tour, 2018. my show - london’s o2, april 11, 2018.

- bbc radio one’s live lounge, 2017.

au tags.

frat-boy harry. - broken promise. - party.

college dad harry. - “i’m pregnant, harry”. - ella.

divorce (completed). - settling for divorce. - “i miss you”.

soldier harry (completed). - letter. - home.

the missus and little mix. - apple music festival. - get weird tour. - the brit awards, 2016. - the brit awards, 2017.

single dad harry | harry bakes. - the one with the meeting. - the one with the first date. - the one where harry might experience more heartbreak. - the one with the third date. - the one where asher is sick. - the one where yn meets asher. - the one where yn meets harry’s family.

- best friend harry. best friend harry, single mum yn and elias.

- x factor harry. teen-dad/x factor harry.

- university student harry.

- big brother harry.

- teacher harry. teacher harry, single mum yn and isabella.

- professor harry.

- doctor harry.

- neighbour harry.

- gang harry.

- inexperienced pornstar harry.

- fifty shades.

- alex.

- the walking dead au.

- ceo yn.

- painter yn and photographer harry.

blogmas, 2017.

december 1st, 2017. P first Christmas

december 2nd, 2017. Omg please do more Persephone and jack for blogmas!! I am in love with them. Maybe something where jack and P are out shopping and they split up in a department store and Jack starts walking around and looking at engagement rings and H and the missus go over and have a little chit chat with him?

december 3rd, 2017. Maybe at Christmas Eve after being with H and his family for a couple of days the whole Styles family and the missus would be sitting under the Christmas tree and opening presents. There would be a little box with the name of our lady and inside of it there would be a promise ring and Harry would be the cutey he is and go up to the missus and tell her a little monologue then put the ring on her finger.

december 4th, 2017. Harry and the miss being best friends and he takes her home to celebrate Christmas and he takes her virginity on Christmas Eve.

december 5th, 2017. Harry and the missus and the kids spending Christmas at a vacation

december 7th, 2017. Alfies first xmas

december 8th, 2017. Oh but imagine harry giving his girlfriend a border collie or rough collie or a husky puppy (i love) for Christmas because she had dogs her whole life but now she’s away from home and miss them so he surprises her with one amd she’s crying (I would cry so much) but then she’s like “oh no I can’t have her at my flat :(” so he tells her to look closely and there is a key to his house around the puppy’s neck

december 10th, 2017. I just love the idea of them having a brand new baby around Christmas time

december 11th, 2017. btw, you should write one a about Uni Harry and Y/N spending Christmas with Y/N’s family for the first time and him begin all awkward at the begging and everybody asking them how they met and what his goals in life are and yeah I think that’d be reallyyyyyy cute

december 13th, 2017. Set in 2017. The missus Amelie and Harry spend Christmas with Gemma and Anne and Michal at Anne’s Home x

december 15th, 2017. for blogmas or regular hazza begs for a date night after one of the baby is born like 1 year old

december 17th, 2017. How about the missus and Harry spend Christmas at her home and Anne is really sad

december 18th, 2017. Maybe one where Darcy tells the family she is pregnant on Christmas Day after all the struggles she’s been through?

blogmas, 2018.

december 1st, 2018. someone else mentioned pubes talk, and I thought it would be hilarious if Harry was trying to do something romantic like cooking a Christmas Eve meal but naked and there was singe-ing (not singing!).

december 2nd, 2018. Are you doing Alex requests for Blogmas? If so, maybe his and Y/N’s first Christmas together since the war and he decides to propose to her?

december 3rd, 2018. what about pornstar harry making a festive christmas special w y/n?

december 4th, 2018. What if the missus gives Harry a gift on December 1st and it’s like an advent calendar but each day is a new position/place to have sex up until Christmas.

december 5th, 2018. Could you do maybe a sadder one after Ellie and Alfie’s miscarriage and for Christmas they all cheer him up

december 6th, 2018. Maybe they’re in la for Christmas one year because of Harry’s work when Persephone is like 4 and she’s missing the snow and does like being away from the UK for Christmas and harry just feels really bad like he ruined Christmas

december 8th, 2018. Did doctor harry having to work on Christmas

december 9th, 2018. First Christmas together and Harry is under the weather trying to act healthy.

december 10th, 2018. angst should be best friend harry! where they get in a fight about her flirting and being with someone else at a christmas party when she already kinda had an “unsaid” thing with harry where they’re friends with benefits but she didn’t know how he really felt plssss uGh

additional tags. - nsfw - cockwarming - instagram prompts. - yn’s tour instagram prompts. - text prompts; 1 - 99 | 100 - 199 | 200 - 299 | 300 - 399. - what are they doing now? - who is most likely to? - would you rather? - gemma styles. - fionn whitehead | fionn talk. - louis tomlinson. - liam payne. - niall horan. - videos. - harry fantasies. - recommended writers and stories.

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Masterlist

Index:

*** - Smut

Harry Styles:

Non-AU - Boyfriend, Husband, etc.:

‘Hidden Behind A Book’ - Harry has to hand back a book for his mum at an old bookstore, resulting in him finding a girl called, (Y/N), revealing if he is ready to date again, after a hard love life.

‘A Small Coffee Date’ - Harry finally has the guts to ask out (Y/N), he decides upon taking her to a coffee shop, where he slowly learns more about her.

‘Led On’ - Harry leads her on, not telling (Y/N) about the other girl.

‘Poor, Baby’ - (Y/N) figures out that Harry is ill, therefore she tries her best into carrying for him.

‘Sick’ - Harry finds out that (Y/N) is sick, not knowing what to do since she is never sick.

‘A Meeting’ - Harry meets (Y/N)’s parents after a while dating, but what he learns is that her parents are not typical parents.

‘A Small Party’ - When Harry and (Y/N) go to a party for a small ‘get together’ that turns out to them coming out with the relationship without them knowing.

‘Stress and A Bath’*** - Harry comes home stress, and upset, all he wants to do is have a bath, and relaxed, but what if it turns into more...

‘Distracted’*** - Harry takes his wife to Jamaica, but he made it very clear that she could not bother him.

‘Mummy’s Boy’ - Harry is left with the kids for the weekend, making him try to plan and enjoy the path of single parenting for a while, resulting in a painful experience.

‘Boys are yucky, Sweetheart.’ - Harry and the missus decided to go to the mall one day to pick up a few items, but when their daughter points out her crush to her daddy, some jealousy and lectures come into view.

‘A Naughty Photo Album’ - Harry and (Y/N) kept an album dated back to the time they got engaged, full of cheeky pictures, as well as, adorable. But when the kids find it, a lot of trouble fulfils.

‘Can’t Have Kids’ - Harry bugs (Y/N) about the future ahead of them, but what will happen if she breaks the fact that the future they want, they may not be able to have.

‘A Delayed Flight’ - It was simple, she was quiet, he was intrigued, and a two A.M. conversation. (Y/N)’s flight was delayed, and he was waiting for his. But, her boredom is fixed with Harry beginning a conversation with a girl who has big dreams.

‘From the Dining Table’ - Based off of the song. He knew he made a mistake, but how was he supposed to get over it. All he knows is that she is gone, and she is never coming back.

‘Only Angel’*** - Based on the song. He met a girl who seemed to be a good girl, yet she wasn’t. She fit all the categories, but one. He came to the conclusion that she must be an angel.

‘Goddess’ - She’s in a toxic relationship, has been for years, yet Harry was the only one who could help her get out of it.

‘Her Drug’ (Open Marriage AU)*** - Her marriage to Harry is ending, therefore she spat the little idea of an open marriage, not knowing the consequences that would arise. But, believing to keep her loyalty to her husband while he is off fucking other girls, she regrets it. Therefore, she calls an old friend up, not knowing what an amazing relationship she’d have with Shawn without Harry knowing. (Harry x Reader x Shawn)

AU - Teacher, ABO, CEO, etc.:

‘Her Soldier’ (Dunkirk!Alex) - She was born poor, married rich and had a lot of talents. But, that was beside the point. Her one thought at the moment was saving him, her husband. Over the course of the dreading hours of being on a ship, waiting for it all out, her mind floods and replays the memories of them.

‘A Chipped Mug’ (Teacher!Harry) - One goal was in her life, and that was success. It was a café that started everything, that and a cup of coffee. Yet, they both didn’t know what was coming their way.

‘Mustard Yellow Scarf’- (Painter!Harry) - She’s confident, but he wants to take his level of art to the next level. He wants to show her he loves her, every part of her, and what better way to show that by painting her with only a scarf on...a mustard yellow scarf.

‘My Odds Are In Your Favour’ - (Hunger Games AU) - YN came from a hardcore life of surviving; Harry too. But, they’ll do anything to stop the games and to continue their love.

‘Omega’ (Werewolf AU) - She moved recently to the small town with no pack and just the title omega. Little does she know the tension between the two packs of the East and West. Little does she know the conflict that would arise with her being here. But, overall, she is in great confusion about which alpha is her mate. (Shawn x Reader x Harry)

‘Long Lost Kitten’ (Ophran/CEO!Harry x Orphan!Reader) - Harry and Y/N grew up in the same orphanage with each other, becoming extremely close. He promised her something, but when she is fostered out, it may have taken ten years for that promise to be met.

‘Two Can Play That Game’ (Gang Leader!Y/N x Gang Member!Harry)*** - She rules a deadly gang, he has a price on his head. He works for the enemy, she is the enemy. What happens when Harry begins working for Y/N when really he is working with her rival.

Blurbs:

Series:

Kiwi Series: COMPLETED

When Harry meets a girl from his past, not knowing how she has taken a spin from the innocent, fun girl she used to be, making him enter a relationship that was the same, but not the innocent part. He is met with troubles of her life, including alcohol, and men. Based on the song, ‘Kiwi’ by Harry Styles

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

‘A Devious Act’ - Divorce Series: COMPLETED

Divorce. It can mean a lot of things, freedom, a new start and forgetting. Or, it can be evil, regrettable, and lost. He did something secretive, and hurtful. He did something devious. And who is to pay? Her? Him? or their family?

Part 1

2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7***, 8, 9

Epilogue

‘An Office Affair’ - CEO!Harry Series:

Styles Incorporated, a big-time company in the middle of London, England. Owned and started by the Styles family, thirty years ago. It took over many companies’ profits with their ideas and prepositions; making them a huge company fast. Harry Styles, himself took over the company only five years ago, creating bigger success than his father. He constantly worked, continued the same routine every day, had a few girls in his life, but never had time for a wife. Until a young intern comes in.

Part 1

2, 3, 4, 5***, 6, 7

‘Give or Take’ - Best Friend!Harry Series:

Everyone has known Harry and (Y/N) for the longest of time, they are just waiting for the day where they admit their feelings. Harry knows she hates love, he never knew why, but they all reckon they are both just too stubborn to admit their love. Yet, they don’t know what goes on in between the sheets, which ends up with a nice positive on a stick. Let’s see what’ll happen.

Part 1***

Part 2***

Part 3

‘A Small Phone Call’ - Divorce Series: COMPLETED

They’ve been together since fifteen; her going through every moment with him, and likewise. It has always been (Y/N) and Harry, since the beginning of time. But, they started noticing the red flags that the saying is true, all high school love doesn’t stick. Therefore it is time to sign the papers, but what will happen when she is afraid of a simple two pink-lined stick? What will happen to them? What if she keeps it hidden from him?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

‘Unfair Love’: COMPLETED

She loved him so much, yet he whispered the words she never wanted to hear, “I don’t love you anymore”. She later learns out he loved someone else and she decides to be selfish and take something from him, just like how she took him from her and how he took everything from Y/N. So, she didn’t tell him about the child in her stomach. Years later, he finds out and he begins to question who he really wants...his wife or her.

Part 1

Part 2

Shawn Mendes:

(the first three fics were based on an old account)

Non-Au - Boyfriend, Husband, etc.:

‘Her’ - There was no ideas flowing, no passion and story in his music. But, after going to a little expensive café, he is met with someone who will inspire his future music. She was perfect for everything, but he just needed the guts to talk to her, as she made him very nervous.

‘Sweet Like Herbal, Classic Like Earl Grey’ - Coffee reminded her of him, bitter, cold, and useless. So, she gave it up. But, when a certain male came into the record shop on a Wednesday, she decided to start drinking tea with him, as he is sweet like herbal and classic like Earl Grey.

‘Hidden Love’ - They’ve known each other for fifteen years, and the world ‘best friend’ was not enough to cover their relationship, as they completed each other’s sentences and read each other's mind. But, beneath all enough, there were hidden feelings for one another, but what will it take to let each other know?

‘The Stranger’ - He’s been home lately for a break, but he can’t take a break when a girl is constantly showing up. He is memorized by her, yet all he wants is to just know her. All he knows is her eyes. Until a little bump in.

‘Honeymoon’*** - Shameless morning sex after their last day of exchanging vows.

‘Apples’ - Based on ‘Apples’ by Lily Allen. She missed who she use to be when she first met him, carefree and wild. So, she came with terms to let go of him to be that girl again, yet she learns that she’ll regret it.

‘Her Drug’*** (Open Marriage) - Her marriage to Harry is ending, therefore she spat the little idea of an open marriage, not knowing the consequences that would arise. But, believing to keep her loyalty to her husband while he is off fucking other girls, she regrets it. Therefore, she calls an old friend up, not knowing what an amazing relationship she’d have with Shawn without Harry knowing. (Harry x Reader x Shawn)

‘I’ll Always Be Waiting’ - They were together throughout high school, but she had to break it due to their very separate plans. He couldn’t see her leave, so he asked her to make a promise…to meet again in five years.

‘Two Past Lovers’*** - They left each other in tears as they had to become what they want. When she comes back to him seven years later, he doesn’t know what to say when he finds out what kind of man she married. He loves her, she loves him, they’d figure a way to get back together.

AU - ABO, CEO, Gang Leader, etc:

‘Mugged’ (Werewolf!Shawn) - She thought that her little town was safe, until one night she gets mugged. This creates her to have a constant question about the guy who saved her, and the secrets that are released in this small town. Especially the one about her future lover.

‘9 a.m.’ (Barista!Shawn) - She came in every morning at exactly nine a.m., and ordered something simple and something far too complicated for herself. He filled her day with little pick-up lines, while she replied in mispronouncing his name on purpose.

‘You’re a Monster’ (Gang Leader!Shawn x Surgeon!Reader) - Her license was taken away to perform surgery, so her only option is to become the lead surgeon for one of the world’s deadliest gangs. Yet, she didn’t expect to meet a curly haired monster.

‘She’s Deadly’ (Gang!Shawn, Assassin!Reader)*** - They were high school lovers, but there was something odd about her. She broke up with him without warning and he hasn’t heard from her since. Now he runs a global gang and she popped out of nowhere, with a little secret over her head. She has to kill him or else she goes to jail; the FBI wanted.

Series:

‘Alpha’ - Werewolf!Shawn:

She was a runaway from the biggest, deadliest pack in the country, little does he know. All he knows is she is an alpha, and she wants to get to Lake Erie. Yet, that may be stopped after he finds out about her and what their potential relationship will be. If she accepts this, it may end with her biggest fear...another pack war. (SMUT)

Part 1

Part 2***

Part 3

Niall Horan:

‘The Little Café Down The Street’ - Under constant stress and a low level of patience, Niall decides to sit down at a café he saw at the side of the road to unravel, letting him meet a new girl, (Y/N). He continues going there for several days till he finally asks her out.

‘A New Beginning’ - When (Y/N) gets a new job that can determine her future, it turns out to be stress that works for her, with Niall’s help and understand she tries to work through it.

Louis Tomlinson:

‘A Chat In A Pub’ - Louis just came back touring and all he wants for a little bit is a good beer, and a large open mind, but when he sees a new girl he has never seen before, working there, he can’t help but start a chat with her.

‘A Little Bit Of A Kitchen Mess’ - Louis takes in action to make a meal for his wife after a stressful week, but when she decides to annoy him in the most irritating matter, it involves a little bit of food.

‘Try’ - Louis and the Missus are trying their best to have a child, constant trying is making them tired, she took the act of trying to talk it out.

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Mess Is Mine

Hi again babes. I’ve got something for you; it’s a single dad!harry (and single mum!yn). This is something I never thought I would even consider writing (because the thought of the MC having kids not with Harry kills me... I know 😂) but the idea has grown on me and I’ve finally got my shit together and put it down in writing. I think this is one of my favourite things that I’ve ever written so far so maybe you won’t like it but eh I’ll just post it anyway. Right I’m gonna stop rambling. Tell me what you think!

YN had it all; a cosy three bedroom house in the heart of Notting Hill (and by cosy it actually is cosy as in warm, comfy and inviting and not just some word a landlord would say to cover the fact that the place is either cramped, falling apart or has never been updated), a fulfilling job, a drop-dead gorgeous, loving husband with really nice icy blue eyes (and arms and broad shoulders and thighs and… she could go on forever but let’s not dwell on that right now) and the sweetest gurgling little baby boy. People say he’s YN’s twin only with his daddy’s eyes and hair colour.

Two years later, with a baby girl in tow, the cosy little family of three grows into a lively family of four. It all seems perfect, doesn’t it? Their marriage was perfect. They were what people would call the typical Hallmark family.

But nothing truly is perfect, isn’t it? Happily ever after only does exist in children’s tales. With two children, they were no longer “that cute couple plus baby”, they turned into a proper family overnight. James and YN were less of a couple and more of a mum and dad 24/7, which took a strain on their relationship. And as if that wasn’t enough, James was also in the run for a partnership in his firm, which would make him the youngest senior partner in Addleshaw Goddard, one of the most prestigious law firms in the City. Being one of the top lawyers in the City and working with high-profile clients such as large commercial companies or financial institutions, James had already been working long, unsocial hours. But that was nothing compared to the hours after he knew he was in the running for partnership. He basically lived in his office. He took more big cases to put his name on the map so weekends off were merely a myth. He got what he wanted in the end, full equity partnership in Addleshaw Goddard, six figure salary, £500 an hour, but little did he know that in order to get what he had always wanted, he had to lose what was matter the most.

***

“What? Now?” James lets out a heavy sigh. “I can’t now, YN. Av’ got to see a client at lunch. But I’ve already cleared my schedule from 3:30 to 4:30 so I’m still picking up Finn.”

This time, YN lets out a heavy sigh. She knows that she can’t get pissed at her ex-husband for not being able to pick up their three year old daughter at her nursery. It’s her fault after all; she’s the one who forgot that the nursery only opens for half-day on that particular Thursday. Pippa’s teacher had to call her to remind her to pick up the little girl. “Alright, thanks anyway.”

“Anytime. Give her a kiss f’me,” James asks her.

“Will do. Bye,” YN pinches the bridge between her nose as she hangs up the call. Glancing at the clock on the wall for a second, she tidies up some scattered papers and puts it aside as she stands up and walks towards the lift.

“YN!” One of her colleagues catches her as she waits for the lift. “The guests just got here and they’re all in their dressing rooms. Lisa already looked over the script a few times and she said everything’s good. Oh no, wait, I think they’re gonna need to look over the red chair again but other than that it’s fine. And- wait, are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah. Pippa’s nursery is closed at half twelve today so I need to go and pick her up now,” she answers as she takes another glance at the Kate Spade on her wrist. She knows she needs to go really soon. “I won’t be long but just in case anything happens before I get back, find Mike or Tom. Thanks!”

“Ah, alright then,” the crew nods at her. “See ya!”

How could she go from Wood Lane to Portobello Road then back to Wood Lane in less than half an hour, she’d never know. It’s in the middle of the day, mind you. But anyway, YN is back at the studio with her very excited three year old who gets to go with her mummy to work. No doubt, her older brother would be very jealous when he finds out later.

It’s not the first time YN brings her child to work, she had brought even both of them a few times before but she never brought them on Thursday. Thursday is always her busiest day at work because they’re filming the show every Thursday and not Friday when it airs even though the show is filmed as live. As a production coordinator, YN needs to be on her feet most of the time, making sure that everything is smooth sailing.

“Hey! Who have we got ‘ere, eh?” Elliot, one of the camera operators, greets them with a smile as they walk into the set. He looks down at the little girl with a teasing smirk. “D’you work ‘ere, miss?”

The little girl shakes her head and giggles. “No.”

“Pippa!” One of the crews, Chloe, calls her name as she walks towards them and the little girl smiles, turning around to see who has just called her. “Golly! Look at how big you’re getting, sweetheart! That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing, can I borrow it sometime?”

The little girl let out another fit of giggles. “It won’t fit!”

“Ah! Too bad, s’pretty.”

“YN,” another crew walks towards them, but calling her name this time instead of her little girl. “We’re going in five and Mike asked for you.”

“Ah shoot,” she mutters under her breath, realising that there were things that still need to be done and she’s only got five minutes left. Even less because she needs to find her boss first because apparently he’s been looking for her. “C’mere darlin,”

“I’ve got spare time if you want me to watch her?” Chloe offers. “Props all done for now until red chair and it won’t be for a while.”

“You won’t mind?” YN looks up at Chloe as if she were Mrs Claus and Chloe shakes her head, smiling as she takes the little girl’s hand. “Oh Chloe, you’re an angel! Thanks! Pippa darlin’, mummy needs to work so you’ll stay with Chloe for a bit, alright? Be a good girl and listen to Chloe.”

Knowing her daughter is in good hands, she crosses the list of things that she needs to do before they start filming without worry. Fortunately for them the guests are wonderful this week—yes, some guests could be a pain in the arse. One time some Hollywood A-List (YN truly believes that the A stands for arsehole) demanded not one, not two but TEN dressing room. That’s right, TEN.

YN is still supervising the set as they film when she sees Chloe walks in without her daughter. She knows that someone probably calls her to prep the set for the red chair segment but she thought Chloe was just going to drop Pippa with her before she started working. “YN!” Chloe calls her as she walks towards her. “We bumped into Harry Styles’s daughter in the hallway earlier with her nan. Pippa and her have been playing together since then. I asked Pippa to come with me but she refused and Harry’s mum offered to watch her, so I left her in his dressing room.”

“What?” Her eyes widen in surprise. Her daughter? Playing in the dressing room?

“I’m so sorry. I could go back and-“

“No, no, it’s fine,” YN cuts her short, smiling so Chloe won’t feel like she’s upset, trying to mask the fact that she’s not actually happy about the situation. It may or may not get her in trouble after all. “Thanks for watching her earlier. I’ll just go and get her now, I don’t want her to bother them.”

“They’re having fun, YN, really. ‘Sides Harry’s mum is so nice,” Chloe reassures her.

“I know she must be, but I’ll just go and check on them regardless,” she insists. “We’re gonna have a break in three anyway.”

Standing in front of Harry’s dressing room, YN takes a deep breath before she knocks on the door. She hears a soft woman’s voice, no doubt Harry’s mum, saying “come in!”, before she opens the door.

“Mummy!” Pippa giggles and runs towards the door with her arms wide open and ready to wrap her mum’s legs.

“Hi darlin’,” she looks down at her daughter before turning her head to smile at Harry’s mum and daughter. “Are you being nice to your new friend?”

“She’s wonderful. They’ve been playing nicely for a while,” Harry’s mum chimes in.

YN apologises. “I’m sorry if she’s disturbed you.”

“Oh, not at all!” She smiles at YN. Her smile is so warm and it reminds her of her own mother. “Pippa is so sweet and they’re having fun. Nothing to apologise, love. In fact I have to thank you for bringing her because otherwise Anya would get bored.”

YN chuckles. “Glad you think so. But I can just take her with me-“

“No, no, no, you can absolutely leave her here. I can watch her. They’re having fun and I don’t want to separate them if you don’t mind,” Anne reassures her, looking at the silly little girls who were giggling at each other as they poke each other’s nose.

“Oh that’s really sweet of you, but are you sure?” She hesitates. “My daughter can be a handful.”

Anne laughs. “She’s been wonderful with me, darlin’. Really, it’s great for my granddaughter to have someone around her age to play with.”

Everyone’s head turns towards the door when they hear someone twisting the handle. The fact that they don’t even bother to knock makes YN realise who’s behind it even before the person enters the room.

“Hello!” Harry smiles as he closes the door behind him. “Got a new friend, huh?”

“Daddy!” Anya beams. “S’my friend, Pippa!”

“Hi Pippa!” Harry sweetly crouches down to be at their level, before reaching out his hand to shake Pippa’s. “I’m Harry, nice to meet you.”

“Hi!” Pippa grins and shakes his hand.

“And you must be Pippa’s mum,” Harry smiles as he stands up and walks towards YN. “Sorry, I’m really terrible with names but you do look familiar. Think I saw you last time I was here as well.”

“I was,” she nods, the corners of her mouth quirk up. She chooses to apologise instead of acknowledging his comment. “I’m sorry my daughter has disturbed yours, she’s not supposed to be here. One of the crews tried to get her to leave but she wouldn’t budge.”

“Oh nonsense!” Harry counters. “I’m sure she’s not, they look like they’re having fun. Just let them play, s’nice for them to have someone around their age. If Pippa weren’t here, my daughter would ask for that, and I’m trying to cut down screen time,” Harry says, tilting his head to where the iPad is sat on the table.

YN chuckles. “Alright then if you’re fine with it too. Mrs-“

“Just call me Anne, dear,”

YN smiles at her. “Anne, would you like to save my number so you can just call me the second Pippa starts being a little terror?”

Anne and Harry laugh. YN thinks that even if you don’t know them, you probably could have guessed that they’re related somehow, seeing how similar their facial features are especially when they’re laughing. “I’m sure she won’t, but I’ll save your number just in case she asks for you.”

***

YN’s phone is buzzing for the second time in the span of five minutes, and the same unknown number appears on the screen. She continues to ignore it; first, because she simply hates answering calls. Second, because it’s bloody Saturday so if it’s turn out to be work related, she’s got an excuse not to pick up. Third, she just really really—and she couldn’t stress this enough—hates answering calls.

James picks the kids up every Saturday morning to spend the whole day with him and brings them back every Sunday morning. It wasn’t easy at first for YN; she ended up on his bed with the kids and him on his own couch more times than she would like but she has grown to be alright having the whole day for herself. In fact, now she likes it. And she won’t say this out loud of course but she secretly looks forward to it.

After the third call ten minutes later goes unanswered, she blindly searches for his phone on the end table next to the couch without tearing her gaze from the magazine that she’s reading. Looking at the screen for a second, she sees a notification for a new voicemail and she plays it.

“Hi YN, it’s Harry. We met the other day at the studio. I’ve got your number from my mum. Anyway, Anya has been asking for Pippa nonstop so I was just wondering if you guys are up for a playdate sometime soon? Please call me back if you’ve got time. Thanks! Have a good weekend!”

She’s just realised that she has been ignoring calls from Harry sodding Styles.

YN sits up straight immediately before she dials his number and he picks it up after only the second ring. “Hi YN! Y’alright?”

“Hello, sorry I didn’t hear when you called earlier. I’m good thanks. You?” YN tries her best to sound nonchalant and it’s going well so far.

“Good, thank you. Nothing to complain really,” he chuckles. “Anyway, I was just wondering if you’re up for a playdate sometime soon?”

“Of course! Pippa would love it. They really did get along the other day,” she agrees and she tries to stifle her giggle. If someone told her last week that Harry Styles would call her and ask for a playdate she would definitely laugh at that person’s face and say, ‘you joking?’.

“Great! When’s best for you?”

“Probably on the weekends. Is that alright for you?” She asks.

“Yeah! How about today? Are you busy? Have you got any plans? Anya and I are just chilling around the house and I could tell that she’s bored. She thinks I’m less fun now that she’s made a friend,” Harry jokes.

YN laughs politely. “I’m sure she thinks you’re just as fun. And I’m not busy right now but my kids are with their dad every Saturday. How about tomorrow? Or if you’re busy maybe next weekend?”

“Oh,” Harry pauses before he continues. “Tomorrow’s perfect! What time is best for you? We haven’t got any plans so we can go anytime.”

“Say 3pm-ish?” She suggests.

“That’s perfect for us!” Harry answers excitedly. “Have you got any idea where we should go? Pippa is basically Anya’s first friend so we’ve never done any playdates before.”

“How about the Heath? Is it too far for you guys?”

“Not at all! We live in Hampstead,” Harry informs her.

“Oh, that’s brilliant! We can meet on the east side of the Heath. See you tomorrow, Harry,”

“See you tomorrow! Bye, have a lovely day YN,” says Harry.

“You too!” YN says before she hangs up.

***

“Anyaaa!” Pippa wiggles her hand out of her mummy’s so she can run towards Anya who’s holding her daddy’s hand. Anya grins at her new friend and the two of them share the sweetest hug like two old mates who haven’t seen each other for years instead of two strangers who have just met three days prior. It really is precious to see their friendship blooms in such a short period of time.

“Hello!” Harry smiles as he walks towards YN and the kids. “Y’alright?”

YN nods and smiles back at him. “Yeah, thanks. How are you?”

“Good! Who’s this little man?” He says as he reaches out his hand towards the little boy. “Hi, I’m Harry. What’s your name?”

The little boy, much shyer than his little sister hesitates to shake Harry’s hand. He looks up at his mum and YN has to nudge his shoulder to make him reaches out his hand and shake Harry’s. “I’m Finn,” he says at last.

“Nice to meet you Finn!” Harry says before he turns his head towards his daughter. “Anya, come and say hi to Pippa’s brother.”

The weather is quite nice for early October. Shorts season is definitely gone but the autumn breeze isn’t quite bone-numbing just yet. The colour of the autumn leaves make the scenery as if it comes out of a painting, it’s simply beautiful wherever they look. They ask if the kids want to go for a walk, but they spot the playground and can’t help but run towards it before Harry and YN have the chance to convince them to go for a walk instead. All three of them.

Trying to be discreet, Harry takes a quick glance at YN’s hand as they walk into the gated area of the playground to see whether or not she has a wedding band on, but he’s not quick enough to fight back the smile that’s creeping onto his face when he realises she hasn’t got one. He recalls back to Thursday when they met at the studio as they filmed The Graham Norton Show and he realised that she didn’t have a ring on that day either. Harry knows that once, maybe she forgot. But twice? She’s not putting that on.

They play with the kids on the playground. Harry patiently helps them to climb onto the slide one by one and YN waits patiently for them at the end of the slide. Then they put them on one of those large net swings where they can put all three of them on one swing and Harry pushes them higher every time, earning a shriek of giggles.

When the kids finally had enough of the playground, Harry and YN take them for a walk towards Parliament Hill. Luckily, Anya warms up rather quickly with Finn as well as Pippa so the three of them have been playing together nicely. Finn walks in front of Harry and YN, holding Pippa’s hand on one of his hands and Anya’s on the other.

“Pippa is so sweet,” Harry begins when he realises that it’s the perfect time to start a proper conversation. It was just not possible when they were looking after the kids on the playground. He looks over to YN and smiles at her.

YN lets out a chuckle. “You’re just being nice, she’s a handful.”

“I’m not!” Harry shakes his head. “She’s really sweet. Finn, too. He’s a great big brother.”

“Well, they have their moments,” YN tells him. “But I’m lucky, I guess. They rarely fight. Pippa can be quite bossy sometimes though, so when they fight it’s usually just because Finn has had enough.”

Harry laughs. “Do you know where she gets that from?”

“Definitely her nan,” YN chuckles.

“Is she close with her nans? Both sides?” Harry asks as he waves at his daughter when she looks over her shoulder to see him. “Do you see them often?”

“Quite close, yeah, and with both sides. Both of our parents live in Surrey, mine in Farnham and James’s in Virginia Water so we see them at least once a month,” YN answers. “How about Anya?”

“Well, she’s named after me mum so she’s definitely her favourite grandchild so far,” Harry grins. “She’s basically Anya’s second parent, my mum.”

“Oh, I thought her mother is Russian!” YN exclaims. “I love her name.”

Harry’s grin widens as he shakes his head. “Thank you. No, my mum’s name is Anne and I want to name my daughter after her, but having two Anne(s) would be confusing. So I opted for another version of Anne.”

“That’s a really gorgeous name. Your mum must be very happy,” YN says as she tucks her hands inside her pockets because it’s getting a bit chilly.

“Definitely made her my mum’s favourite grandchild for sure. Well, she’s currently her only grandchild so that may change sometime soon,” Harry says proudly, grinning even wider. “I’m gonna be an uncle in a few weeks.”

“Oh, congratulations!” YN gasps. “That’s so exciting!”

“It is! We all can’t wait to meet the baby,” Harry adds. “But we don’t know how Anya is gonna take this though. She has been the baby in the family her whole life.”

“I’m sure she’ll be just fine,” YN smiles at Harry reassuringly. “Anya is a sweet girl. Bet she’ll love having a little mate to play with. ‘Sides cousins are the best!”

“You’re right, cousins are the best,” Harry nods, chuckling a little. “Finn and Pippa are lucky. They’ve got built in best friend forever.”

“Both me and their father grew up as an only child so even before we got married we knew we wanted to have at least two. We both hated the fact that we haven’t got any siblings,” YN explains.

“Do you plan to have more?” Harry asks, testing the water as nonchalant as possible. He has an assumption but before he can be sure of himself, he needs to hear it from her.

“Uh,” YN clears her throat, pausing before she continues. “We’re separated.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know,” Harry mumbles, looking down so YN won’t see the smile that’s creeping onto his face. He doesn’t even know why he’s smiling but he does. And he’s clearly having a hard time trying to hide it. “How different it is with divorce if I may ask?”

“Well, we’re just waiting really. Because one of the grounds for divorce is that we have to live apart for at least two years, and during that time we can get a legal separation. We haven’t reached that mark yet so we still have to wait, soon though. After that we can get decree nisi.” YN doesn’t let Harry respond before she continues. “How about you? I’ve never heard you talk about Anya’s mother but I don’t really follow celebrity gossips,” she chuckles. That’s a lie by the way, she reads glossy magazines like OK! and Hello! quite religiously every week.

“That’s because she’s not in the picture,” Harry smiles, pausing to clear his throat before he continues. “We weren’t together or anything, didn’t even know her to be honest. All I knew was that she got pregnant and that she was planning to give the baby up, so I stepped in and took her. Got sole custody. Nobody really knows about this so I’d appreciate it if you’d just-“

“Don’t worry, not my story to tell,” YN smiles at him reassuringly as she cuts him short. “So you took her on your own since she was born?”

Harry nods proudly. “Right from day one. Her mother didn’t even want to see her after she was born so after I got green light from the peds I took her home straight away. She was only five hours old, looking like a little pink sausage in a blanket,” Harry smiles, clearly reminiscing the day he got to bring his daughter home for the first time.

YN chuckles. “You’re bloody amazing. Just want to say this in case nobody has told you. But I’m sure they do.”

“Thank you,” Harry grins wider. “So are you. We haven’t got the easiest job, us,”

“I mean it Harry,” YN says, stopping abruptly from walking to look at Harry properly in the eyes. “Those early days are rough, I really can’t imagine doing it alone.”

“It was a blur,” he stops walking and lets out a giggle as he looks at YN. “T’was rough. But the good thing about being a single parent right from the start is that you’re used to being alone. I’ve never known what it is like to have a second set of hands. Well I’ve got my mum but it’s still different, I guess. And it must not be the case with you, so you’re the real MVP here,” he ends tamely.

YN lets out a chuckle and they lapse into silence. It’s definitely not an uncomfortable silence. They just look around at the magnificent view before them as they walk around, letting the kids take the lead. It has been a while since both YN and Harry feel at peace. They don’t know it yet, but happiness will be back within their arm's reach very very soon.

Part II

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Mess Is Mine II

Hello, hello! I’m back again with the promised Mess Is Mine part 2! This baby is quite long (nearly 10k!) but it’s probably one of my favourite fics that I’ve ever written. This doesn’t have actual smut yet (I’m planning allllll the good stuff for part 3 so watch out for that one! These four @theasstour @always-jackedup @waitingfortwilight and @all-things-fic know what I’m talking about *insert those moons emoji*) but it’s not technically kid-friendly either towards the end so read at your own risk. Hope you like it!

Part I

Harry remembers.

The other day, when he took Anya for a play date with YN and her kids at the Heath, she mentioned that she always pick her kids up from school every Tuesday (her ex-husband every Thursday, and other days an Italian student she hired as an after school nanny who also teaches the kids some Italian—Harry managed to get the agency’s website and number from YN in case he needs to hire someone for Anya too when she starts nursery later in January). After school, YN always takes the kids straight away to Kensington Garden because the kids are obsessed with the playground.

And it’s Tuesday. Which means that YN will be picking her kids up from school and take them to the playground before going home. There is absolutely no reason for Harry to go that far down there because the playgrounds around his home are perfectly fine if he wants to take Anya to get her wiggles out before her bedtime routines start at 6pm. But he figures he should give it a shot anyway. He doesn’t want to arrange another play date just yet because it’s too soon, but knowing that there’s a high chance of him “bumping” into them at the park, he knows he can’t miss it.

He will never admit it to a single living soul, but deep down he’s just as giddy as Anya when he thinks about YN and her children. Ever since they came home from the playdate at the Heath the other day, the two of them have been talking about it non stop. Their daily conversation revolves around how funny Pippa was, how fast Finn could climb and how nice was YN. He doesn’t know why they’re feeling that way exactly. Maybe it’s the excitement of having new friends? And not just for Anya but for him too? Maybe. Maybe he likes talking to YN because they have something in common? None of Harry’s friends is a single parent (well he’s got some single dad friends but usually their kids live with their mums so it’s not quite the same) besides his own mum so he doesn’t get to talk about it to someone who truly understands the joy, the misery, the ups and downs as often. Or maybe it’s because when they’re around YN and her kids, he kind of gets a glimpse of how life is with a proper family? Nobody knows exactly.

Anya is two and a half, and if you ask Harry he’ll swear it’s the best age ever. It’s his absolute favourite stage. He says that at every stage but he just can’t help it, it just keeps getting better. For now, it’s the funny, most random questions throughout the day that Harry can’t get enough. Like the other day when she asked, “is the baby wearing a swimsuit?” when Michal explained to her that the baby in Gemma’s tummy is just swimming around in there for now. Or when he managed to get her to sit on the big potty and she asked where her pee went after she flushed it.

It’s questions like these that make Harry pause throughout the day and think about how crazy it must be just starting to figure out the world, spending your days pondering life’s great mysteries like why the milk spills when you knock over the cup, why running around naked feels exhilarating and why you can’t eat just ketchup for lunch.

When Anya was about to turn two, Harry was semi-terrified. Two-year-olds usually get a bad rap and there’s this thing called terrible twos that everyone seems to be obsessed with reminding him whenever he tells them about his daughter’s age. People say they have almost zero impulse control, their brains seem to think their bodies are far more capable than they actually are (and as Harry watches Anya try to button her own pyjama top, he realises they were not joking), they cry over spilt milk (literally) during breakfast and don’t you DARE not cutting their sandwiches right. But in between these moments of chaos and complete madness, Harry realises that she becomes his baby again just like that and want him to kiss her ouchie finger and rock her to sleep and it instantly makes up for all the other stuff. It’s like all day long they’re doing this delicate dance of wanting to fight for their independence but at the same time she still needs him oh so desperately and he’s just along for the ride.

Most days Harry spend half the day wondering where the hell did his baby go and when did she get so big and the other half sniffing her little head because it still smells like a baby. He’s amazed at the person Anya is becoming, mostly because he recognises parts of himself in her. Two and a half is that perfect short-lived stage between a baby and a proper child and Harry wants to wallow in the in-between as long as he could.

None of Harry’s friends has a child around Anya’s age and she doesn’t go to the nursery just yet so she didn’t have any friends before she met Pippa. That’s why Harry is so glad to see his daughter interact with kids around her age. Ever since she was born, he’s been so protective over her and he could count only with his fingers on one hand how many times he’s taken her to a playground, so he’s definitely lying if he says he’s not nervous now.

It’s in the middle of the week so Kensington Garden isn’t that crowded. And it’s after school so there are kids on the playground but not as many because it’s a bit chilly too. When Harry gets there, there are only about five other children playing around and Anya immediately runs towards the big pirate ship and Harry trails behind her as she walks through the wobbly bridge towards the ship.

Anya can’t stop giggling as Harry pretends to be the naughty crocodile and go around the ship to “scare” her. They’re both so into the pretend-play that Harry doesn’t even notice who just enter the gated area.

“Harry?” YN says, sounding more like a question as she walks towards the big pirate ship. She has been taking the kids to that playground for years and not once she had ever seen Harry in there before.

Hearing her voice, Harry immediately turns around to see her. “Oh, YN, hi!” He smiles and walks towards her, arms reaching out for a quick greeting hug. “You alright?”

“Yeah, you?” YN nods, smiling back at him. “Where’s Anya?”

“On the ship. Go get her!” He tells Pippa and Finn and they immediately climb onto the ship.

The kids are surprised to see each other again quite so soon, and they’re over the moon. It truly is amazing to see how quick their friendship blooms. YN and Harry watch them closely as they make simple conversation about their children. It’s not that they can’t think of any other topics, but it’s just when you have kids, they became the centre of your world and nothing else matters just as much anymore.

There’s a little cafe not far from Kensington High Street that YN frequents quite often. Sometimes just before she heads to work in the morning when they’re late and she doesn’t have the time to brew her own coffee at home. They have a quite wide selection of pastries and YN usually takes the kids there on Tuesday for their after school snacks. Today, she asks Harry if he and Anya want to go with them after the kids played on the playground and of course Harry doesn’t say no.

“Anya, what would you like darling?” YN looks down at Anya as she stares at the bakery display. She takes her kids quite often there, so it doesn’t take them as long to order their favourites.

“Tha’ one, please,” she says, pointing at the rows of eclairs on the display.

“Thank you for saying please,” Harry smiles at her.

Looking up at Harry, Anya smiles back and reaches out both of her arms. “Daddy, up!”

Harry sighs and rolls his eyes playfully before he bends down to pick his little girl up and brings her close to his chest. Anya rests her head on his shoulder instantly, her little hand grips the collar of his shirt and Harry nuzzles her head.

“Harry?” Pippa’s little voice calling him as she turns around and walks towards Harry who’s still holding Anya.

Harry smiles and looks down at her. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I get a cuddle like Anya please?” Pippa requests innocently, seeing Anya resting her head in the crook of Harry’s neck. Ever since they first met at the studio the other day, the two of them behave pretty much like twins. Anya wants to do what Pippa does and vice versa. Whenever Pippa goes on the slide, Anya trails behind her. Whenever Anya hops on the swing, Pippa wants to as well. So it makes sense when she sees her friend being cuddled, she wants to be held as well.

YN turns around abruptly when she hears Pippa’s request. Her cheeks flush from embarrassment as she scolds her daughter gently, shaking her head. “Pippa.”

“Of course!” Harry answers happily, ignoring YN. His face beams as he crouches down to pick the little girl up before YN can stop him.

“Harry, you don’t have to- Pippa, darlin’, come with mummy. Harry can’t hold both of you, that’s too heavy,” YN reaches her arms out to take the three year old from Harry’s right arm.

But the little girl shakes her head boldly. “No, mummy. I wanna be with Anya!”

“S’alright, love,” Harry grins at YN and she looks down to hide the smile that’s creeping onto her face at the mention of the pet name. “M’a big lad. I can surely hold two little girls, can’t I? Weighs like cotton, both of ya.”

YN rolls her eyes and the kids giggle, before returning to the till. There aren’t that many people queueing but there are at least two other people before it’s their turn. “You can just go and find us a table.”

“No, I’ll get this,” Harry insists.

“Just go, I’ll get this. You can’t even get your wallet because you’ve got your hands full, literally,” she chuckles. “You can get your turn next time.”

Harry smirks. “Oh, so there’ll be next time then?”

“Unless you’ve had enough of me and my circus troupe,” YN shrugs playfully and Harry bursts out laughing.

“Never, darlin’.”

***

Harry and YN arranged another playdate for the weekend when they “bumped into” each other at the park the other day. They thought it would be nice for them to take the kids to Windsor Great Park to walk around and get some fresh air, and maybe even see the horses and the guards marching down to Windsor Castle.

James has to work on Saturday so they agreed to switch the day; YN gets the kids on Saturday and James will have them on Sunday then take them to school on Monday morning. After James moved out of their home nearly two years ago, he decided to get a flat not far from their home so he could still see the kids all the time and so far it works perfectly. Although separation is never easy, the fact that they’re civil towards each other surely helps. Of course, they went through a period of time where they couldn’t even face each other, but they know that they have two small children and they need to raise them together.

Luckily Harry is free on Saturday as well so they can still stick to their plan, and even better because they’ve got higher chance to make it in time before the changing of the guards begins. The ceremony is much smaller than the one in Buckingham Palace so they don’t need to worry about the crowd.

It’s 9am, Finn and Pippa are still eating their breakfast when Harry and Anya show up at their home to pick them up so they can go together. The kids are beyond excited and run to the front door to greet Harry and Anya before dragging them to the kitchen right away.

“Would you like something to eat before we go?” YN asks Harry as he steps into the kitchen. “Or something to drink? Coffee?”

“Coffee would be nice,” Harry smiles at her. “Thank you.”

“How about you, darling?” YN turns to Anya as she pours some coffee from the pot into a cup and hands it to Harry who’s leaning on the kitchen island.

“I want that, please,” she says, pointing at Pippa’s bowl of shreddies and milk. “Like Pippa!”

“Anya, you already had your breakfast at home,” Harry reminds her. “Are you sure you want some?”

The two and a half year old insists. “Yes, daddy! Like Pippa,”

“Okay then.” Harry gives up, taking a sip of his coffee. As he takes a sip of the coffee, his eyes widen and he turns to look at YN. “This is really good. I’m not just saying this because I have to, but this is really good.”

YN grins. “I’ve just got the beans the other day so it’s still fresh, and nothing beats freshly roasted coffee beans.”

“Didn’t know you’re a coffee snob, love,” Harry says teasingly.

“Hey!” YN protests. “I wasn’t like this before. I was perfectly happy with my jar of Nescafé but James always took the piss of them and introduced me to proper coffee. I can’t look back.”

“Nescafé, good Lord,” Harry laughs. “What’s the bean? I can taste a bit of caramel. S’really good.”

“Colombian,” YN answers as she takes a sip of her coffee. “It’s rich, a bit sweet and you’re right, you can taste a bit of caramel.”

“Oh, I don’t think I’ve ever bought this kind before. Definitely gonna get them,” Harry says. “Can you tell me the secret to make a coffee this good?”

YN chuckles. “There’s no secret.”

“Your techniques then. Have you got some fancy brewing methods or something like tha’?”

YN shakes her head, still smiling. “French press, pour-over, brew duration, water temperature; you can refine your brewing methods and techniques all you want, but at the end of the day, the coffee beans you use are going to have the biggest effect on the flavour.”

“Mummy! I’m done,” Pippa announces as she climbs down from the dining chair before taking her bowl to the counter next to the sink. Then she pushes the stool from the corner of the room towards the counter so she can put it in the sink.

“Wow,” Harry smiles at Pippa. “You put it in the sink on your own! You’re such a good girl.”

“M’a big girl,” the little girl smiles sheepishly.

***

It’s raining when they’re in the car, but as soon as they get there, the rain stops and the grey sky turns blue. The girls are mesmerised by the castle when they walk past by it from the car park to the Long Walk. Luckily they get there just in time to see a couple of horses and the guards walking around, although it’s a bit too early for the actual ceremony. But that’s certainly enough to make the kids, all three of them, jumping with excitement.

They walk through the Long Walk, then when the kids get bored from just walking, Harry and YN combine the game “IT” and hide and seek and run around the grass. The kids can’t get enough and they need a lot of convincing before they end the game and walk again to go for a pub lunch.

The Boatman is Windsor’s only pub on the river at the foot of Windsor Castle, overlooking Eton Bridge. They settle for this one for lunch because they promised the kids before they can see the boats from the floor to ceiling windows, and fortunately there are two boats right in front of the pub because otherwise they’re pretty sure that one of them would throw a fit for the lack of the promised boats.

The kids are happy because they can look at the boats from their seat as they eat. They eat their lunch without a fuss—probably because they’re hungry too after all the walk—and because Harry and YN are feeling like a cool mum and dad, they let the kids get some ice cream afterwards and they lap it up happily as they point and gawk at the boats.

“Daddy, I want some,” Anya says as she tilts her head at the chocolate mousse in front of Harry.

“Here you go,” Harry says as he takes the spoon towards Anya. Then he takes some more of the chocolates before bringing it towards Pippa who’s sitting next to Anya. “Do you want some as well, darlin’?”

Pippa nods and smiles sheepishly before she opens her mouth so Harry can feed her some of his chocolate mousse. “Thank you.”

“Don’t think I forgot about you, mate,” Harry smirks as he takes another spoonful of the chocolate towards Finn and Finn opens his mouth right away. “Is it good?”

He ends up feeding all of his pudding to the kids. The three of them waits patiently for their turn for Harry to feed them, and they giggle every time Harry drives the spoon into their mouths like an aeroplane, fire truck, race car, literally everything they can think of; they can just request and Harry’ll do it with no questions asked.

Seeing how kind and loving Harry is not only to his own daughter but to her children as well, treating the three of them equally and giving them just as much attention gives some sort of hope for YN. Maybe there really is someone out there who will love her children like his own. Maybe one day she can start again.

She hasn’t seen anyone else after she and James were done. Not even one bloody full date—she went on a date twice but she chickened out and went home halfway through the main course. Then she called James and they shagged. And James isn’t much better, he never went on a full date either. Never even took anyone out for dinner, only drinks. And after a few drinks, he usually makes up some sort of emergency and shows up on YN’s door, and they always end up in between their sheets.

A few months after James moved out, he begged YN to take him back. Feeding YN all the things she wished he’d say before all hell broke loose, but it was too late. She’s not the one to give second chances. For her, if he could leave them once, he’ll probably do it again. It took her months to stand back on her feet and she wasn’t going to throw that away for the same guy who made her like that in the first place.

Does YN still love him? Probably yes. At least a little, she won’t lie. But will she take him back? Absolutely not. Does she want to try and love again? Yes, but there’s got to be some perfect guy sent from Heaven for her to even open up just a little.

Harry fancies YN. Kind of. He’ll never admit this to one single living soul though, at least not yet. After Anya came into his life, he has never been on a date. Ever. He thought he had loved someone before, but after he saw Anya for the first time looking like a little pink sausage in a blanket, he doubted that he ever did. He liked some people, sure, but did he ever truly love them? At least one of them? He didn’t.

Anya instantly became Harry’s whole world just like that, and she still is. She’ll forever be. Going on dates and finding new birds seem like a whole different world to him and yes, sure, sometimes he craves that but when he thinks about it thoroughly he always backs down. Because now that there’s Anya, he can’t just think about himself. If he ever has another relationship, there’ll be three people in it; him, Anya and whoever that person is. He needs to find someone who’ll love his daughter like her own. He needs to find someone who’ll accept his whole package. And it’s not easy.

He also knows it could be nothing though. Maybe he doesn’t really fancy YN. Maybe it’s just because he never sees someone who talks to his daughter like she’s one of the sweetest, funniest, smartest, and the best little girls in the whole world. Maybe it’s the fact that YN is a mother and it’s the little things that she does—maybe without even realising—that fascinates Harry. The way that she brushed Anya’s fringe to the side so it wouldn’t cover her eyes when Anya and Pippa were dancing around in front of her. The way that she instantly pulled out some tissues from her handbag to wipe the kids’ faces when their faces were covered with chocolates. The fact that she hugs Anya just as often as she hugs her own children, kissing her cheeks, holding her hand as they walk around. And Anya is glued to her.

“Anya really likes you,” Harry says, looking over to YN in the passenger seat beside him before putting his eyes back on the road before him. The walk really knocks the kids out, and they’re all fast asleep not even five minutes after they got into the car.

YN chuckles. “Nah, she likes Pippa.”

“She does,” Harry lets out a chuckle as well. “But she really does like you. I’ve never seen her warm up to someone as quick.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she smirks.

“You should.”

“Pippa really likes you as well. Finn, too. Well, Pippa does like you a little bit too much m’afraid,” YN turns to Harry and Harry laughs.

“I really like her too, she’s the life of the party. The thing she says,” Harry shakes his head as he laughs. “How did she come up with those?!”

YN tries to stifle her giggles so she won’t wake the kids up. “I’ve got no idea.”

“Have you got other plans for today?” Harry asks.

YN shakes her head. “No. Why?”

“Should we go somewhere else?” Harry suggests. The tension shifts a little as Harry begins. “Going out today and the other day, it makes me realise that I’m a really shit father. I always get scared that there will be paps around and Anya will be in danger, so I never really take her out. Well, except on holiday somewhere secluded. But that’s only like what, once a year? That’s not enough. She deserves to go out and do fun things kids around her age do. Deserves to be a child.”

“Harry,” YN glances at him. “You are the furthest thing from a shit father, I’ve seen you with Anya. You’re only trying to protect her the way you know how.”

“Thank you,” he smiles at her. “Really. That means a lot.”

“Right. Should we go to V&A? There are usually a lot of fun activities for kids. Last time we went there, the kids were given backpacks called Agent Animal Bag, and they went on an adventure to find animals, explore sounds and textures. T’was really fun.”

“Oh, that sounds great!” Harry says excitedly.

“But it’s Saturday, it’s definitely gonna be crowded. Are you sure you’re comfortable taking Anya there?”

“Screw it. We’re going there.”

***

The kids were over the moon when they woke up and realised that they weren’t going straight home after lunch. Finn and Pippa excitedly showed Anya around the museum and although it was rather crowded, it made it even better because Harry could blend with the crowd. They stayed at the museum until nearly closing time, and Harry agreed when YN asked him if he and Anya would come inside when he dropped YN and the kids at their home afterwards.

“Stay for dinner?” YN asks, sounding more like a suggestion rather than a question, bringing a smile to Harry’s face instantly as he realises that maybe she enjoys his company as much as he enjoys hers.

Harry takes a sip of the tea that YN made for him, purposely holding the cup in front of his mouth even after he takes the sip to make it less obvious that he’s having a hard time trying to keep himself from grinning like an absolute idiot. “I’d love that, but I don’t want you to go to too much trouble for me.”

“S’nothing, really,” she shoots him a smile. “Tha’ a yes?”

“Tha’ a yes,” Harry answers. “But you have to let me help you.”

“Great. You’re on babysitting duty,” YN looks over her shoulder to smirk at Harry before walking towards the cupboard to get some pasta. “Go to the nursery.”

“Nooo,” Harry groans playfully. “I mean here in the kitchen. They’re alright there.”

YN laughs. “I don’t need help. Don’t expect me to cook some fancy shit because I’m a terrible cook.”

“Now you’re just being modest,” Harry disagrees. “What are you making?”

“Chicken and broccoli pasta, don’t laugh,” YN says as she tries to look at Harry seriously but the two of them bursts out laughing merely a few seconds after. “You’re not a vegetarian, are you? Any allergies?”

“Nothing that I know of.” Harry says as he takes another sip of his tea. “Tell me what to do.”

“Just sit there and talk to me,” YN tilts her head to where Harry is sat before she opens the fridge to get some chicken and frozen broccoli. “The chef could use some company.”

“I can do that,” Harry answers, tapping his fingers on the countertop of the kitchen island. “So, how did you and James meet?”

YN rolls her eyes and looks at Harry. “Really? That’s the best question you can come up with?”

Harry laughs. “Sorry, I’m curious. Not often I get to be the other side of this, y’know. You can ask me anything too if you’d like.”

“Oh, is this the grown-up version of truth and dare? Or spin the bottle only without a bottle?”

“More like 20 questions but we can do spin the bottle if you prefer.” Harry shrugs playfully.

This time YN laughs. “Fine. Glasto.”

“Ooh, cool kids,” he comments. “Did you go together? Have mutual friends? How old were you? How did you get together?”

“Goodness you’re full of questions,” YN says as she flips the chicken in the pan. “No we didn’t, didn’t have any mutual friend either. I went with some of my mates, he was with his. He was the only person who noticed that the drunk swaying people to my left kept on accidentally hitting my face with their hippie-wear. Several times he gave me direct eye contact and asked, ‘this is funny, but seriously, are you okay?’ And I just laughed and said I was totally fine. Then he asked for my number. The seven of us—my mates and his—ended up getting along and the following weekend he tried to get the group together but after that proved to be a logistical nightmare, he was like, ‘um, so basically I just wanted to see you.’”

“Aw,” Harry sighs. “How old were you two?”

“I was 19, he was 22. Got married two years later.”

“What?!” Harry nearly spits his tea everywhere. “So you were 21? Bloody hell.”

“Yeah,” YN chuckles. “Then we had Finn about three years later.”

“How long we-“

“Hey! S’my turn,” YN cuts him short. “Is it easy for you to go on dates after you had Anya?”

Harry shakes his head and smiles, “I’ve never been on an actual full date after I had Anya.”

“You joking?” YN looks at him in disbelief.

“No, I swear,” Harry shakes his head again. “I know I need to settle down. Can’t go the way I used to before I had her, y’know what I mean? I want to find the one but I don’t wanna rush things. M’happy with just the two of us.”

YN smiles at him. Before she actually knows him, she doesn’t see Harry Styles as the type to settle down before he’s at least 54, so to hear him confessing in her kitchen that he actually wants to settle down is a bit of a surprise. “I’m sure you’ll find the one.”

“How about you? Are you seeing anyone right now? Do you go on dates?”

This time YN shakes her head. “No. Just like you, I went on a date twice but I always left early. I wasn’t ready yet and I know that I don’t have to force myself so I haven’t tried again.”

Harry is about to open his mouth when Finn walks into the kitchen and walk towards YN. She pulls him for a side hug as she stirs the pasta in the pot and kisses the top of his head. “Y’alright, my love?”

Finn hums. “Mhm.”

“Did you have fun today, Finn?” Harry asks, smiling at the little boy. Finn is shyer than Pippa so Harry needs to work hard to crack him if he wants the little boy to open up to him more. “We did quite a lot, yeah?”

Finn smiles at Harry, his hands still wrapped around YN’s waist. “T’was really fun.”

“What was your favourite thing that we did today?” Harry asks him again. Being with Finn for the whole day kind of gives Harry a glimpse if he were to have a son one day and he absolutely loves it.

“When we played at the park,” Finn answers. “T’was really fun.”

“Ah, yeah, that was fun,” Harry agrees. “Quite a runner you are, eh. You were really fast, none of us could get you.”

Finn giggles. “Mummy says if I eat my veggies, my legs will get super long and I can run very fast.”

“Your mummy’s right,” Harry nods. “You’re really tall. Must be because all the veggies you ate, huh?”

“Dinner is almost ready,” YN says as she turns off the cooker. “Could you please get the girls and tell them to come down, my love?”

“He’s a really good boy,” Harry comments after Finn nods and disappears to get the girls from the nursery. “You’re so lucky.”

“Thank you,” YN smiles as she grabs a serving bowl from the cupboard. “He’s definitely my easiest kid.”

“They’re both wonderful, your kids,” Harry laughs. “Can I please at least help you set the table?”

“Fine,” YN answers. “The plates are here, there are utensils, everything you need,”

“Okay,” Harry exclaims as he begins taking the things that he’ll need to set up the table.

It has been a while since the last time YN had a company in the kitchen as she prepares dinner. Sure, James still comes for dinner sometimes before he takes the kids to his place or even in the middle of the week, but of course, now that they’re not together it’s different.

Having Harry in her kitchen, seeing him making his way to the cupboards as if he knows exactly what goes where and saying something funny or laughing really hard at something YN says, YN feels the warm tingling feeling inside her. She tries to brush it off almost immediately. It won’t be appropriate, will it? He is the father of her children’s new friend for fuck’s sake. But as she thinks about it more, well, she is single. So is he. There’s nothing wrong about it, isn’t it?

No, don’t be daft. YN thinks to herself. He is a multimillionaire Hollywood A-List (no, in Harry’s case the A does not stand for arsehole, he is one of the sweetest people she’s ever known). Even with a kid, he can still get whoever he wants. Supermodels, chefs, singers, actresses, musicians, gymnasts, circus performers—okay, we get it—he can have them all. Women throw themselves at him. Younger, hotter, spaghetti-legged women. He’ll never fancy someone like her, not in a million years. This playdate thing is just purely for the kids. Not more. And who’s YN anyway? Just one Notting Hill based pathetic divorcée who still occasionally shags her ex-husband with a boring job at a national television (okay, let’s hope her boss doesn’t read this because she actually loves her job. Mike? In case you read this, YN’s joking, okay? She’s just having a moment right now).

Halfway through dinner, YN thinks she has managed to brush the thought of her and Harry off her mind. That, until Harry grins at her and refreshes her water. Fuck.

“Thanks for dinner, love,” Harry says as he walks to the door, Anya asleep on his chest. “And for everything today. I had a blast.”

“Dinner was nothing,” YN smiles as she trails behind him, walking him to his car. “And thanks for today too.”

“Dinner was absolutely delicious, love,” Harry smiles back at her, his head poking through his car’s door as he buckles his daughter into her car seat. “Will we see you at Kensington Garden again on Tuesday?”

“Most likely,” YN chuckles. “Bye, drive safely.”

“Bye,” Harry waves before he drives away and YN walks back inside.

It’s half ten when Harry and Anya finally leave, and the kids are already asleep. The three of them fell asleep on the couch in front of the telly in the living room because YN put some film for them to watch together whilst YN and Harry cleaned up the kitchen. When they saw the three sleeping kids in the couch, they couldn’t help but laugh in victory because they knackered them out just enough for them not to fuss about bedtime. Yes, their bedtime routine is out of the window but there was no way in hell they were going to wake them up.

Harry helped YN to carry Finn whilst YN carried Pippa upstairs to their nursery and tucked them into their beds. The sight of Harry kissing her children’s forehead and whispered goodnight in their ears definitely did not help brushing that thought from dinner about them being together off her mind, in fact, her heart is beating even faster every time their hands accidentally brushed together. Or when Harry smiled at her as he closed the nursery’s door behind him.

Fuck, she says to herself. This is not going to end well.

***

In the span of eight weeks, YN and Harry had arranged twelve playdates. Not that she’s counting or anything (okay, this is a straight old codswallop, she’s totally keeping scores). And that doesn’t count some Tuesdays where Harry and Anya would “bump into” YN and her children at the playground in Kensington Garden.

Kew Gardens, The Zoo, Sky Garden, London Transport Museum, Golders Hill Park, Petersham Nursery in Covent Garden, Discover Children’s Story Centre (this was their favourite and they went there twice), some fancy kids event in Harrods that Harry managed to get them into, The Science Museum, It’s a Kid’s Thing in Earlsfield, Bramley’s Big Adventure and The Idol in Barking, and YN is pretty sure that they have ticked off most of the places to go with kids in London from that article in TimeOut.

It’s just another Tuesday, and like most Tuesdays, she bumps into Harry and his daughter at the playground again and YN invite them over for dinner. Now, the kids are playing with some puzzles in the living room while Harry helps YN to cook dinner for the five of them.

“Y’want some?” YN asks Harry as she pours some wine into a glass, and she doesn’t even wait until he responds before she pours some into another glass.

“Thank you,” Harry smiles as he takes the glass. They’ve just put the sausage and white beans casserole in the oven so they’ve got time to just chill and have a chat for the next 35 minutes. And Harry knows if he wants to talk, now’s the time.

Harry hasn’t felt this way for a while. This, whatever it is that he’s been feeling for the past two months, he hasn’t felt it in years. And even then he swore it was never this strong. He’s happy. The happiest he’s ever been. And he thinks he knows why.

The first four weeks after he met YN, he tried to brush his feelings off because come on, it’s YN. It’s the mother of his daughter’s friends. It wouldn’t be appropriate, would it? But then he starts thinking… why? Why wouldn’t it be appropriate? Both of them are single, aren’t they? And if there’s a chance, no matter how small it is that YN may be feeling the same way, he wants to know. He needs to know. He feels bad because he may be putting his daughter’s only friendship on the line, he knows that if YN doesn’t feel the same way then they will definitely grow apart and he’ll have to explain to Anya why don’t they go out with YN and her children anymore. But he doesn’t know how long he can keep it in. YN is bound to know sooner or later anyway.

In the next four weeks, Harry has been trying to find a way to tell her how he feels. Unfortunately, he never got the chance to. Every time, he either chickened out last minute or being interrupted. So now that their dinner is cooking in the oven and their children are playing nicely together in the living room, he knows that it’s now or never.

“So, uh,” Harry finally begins, taking a swig of his Chardonnay. Hoping he’ll find the courage that he needs from the drink. “This might be, um, weird. But, um, shit I haven’t done this in years bear with me,” he laughs nervously.

“What?” YN mimics Harry’s nervous laugh.

“You can absolutely say no. We can just forget it and pretend I never ask you this. I mean, I get it, you may think this is a little bit weird. But, um,” Harry clears his throat before he continues. “Would you like to go and have dinner with me sometime?”

“Harry, we’re literally making dinner right now,” YN deadpans.

“No!” Harry shakes his head. “I mean, just the two of us, without the kids. It’s a date.”

Out of YN’s possible reactions, this is the last thing Harry initially thought how YN would react. He’d imagined three different scenarios; scenario one would be YN grinning ear to ear and nods frantically as she jumps into Harry’s arms and Harry takes her to the bed—okay that was the one scenario that had the lowest chance to ever happen but a man can dream. Scenario two would be YN sternly saying “absolutely not, Harry” then proceeds to kick Harry and his daughter out of her house. Scenario three would be YN choking on her food when Harry asks her out halfway through dinner and they end up in A&E.

Harry’s mind is pretty wild.

His eyes widen in surprise when YN giggles. “Thought you’d never ask.”

“What?!” He looks at her, surprised. “So you knew? All this time?”

YN is clearly having fun with this. “Knew what?” She asks nonchalantly.

“You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t ya?” He says, his eyes twinkle in delight. “That I fancy ya?”

YN giggles again, folding her arms. “Well, you weren’t being very subtle but you weren’t straightforward either.”

“Tha’ a yes, then?” Harry grins, taking another slug of his wine.

YN smiles back at him. “That’s a hell yes.”

Harry can’t stop grinning ear to ear. “Can I kiss you?”

“Whoa,” YN lets a little laugh.

“Alright,” he says. “But you’ll let me kiss you after the date, right?”

“Who says I don’t want you to now?”

“So you do?”

“Just shut up and kiss me, Styles.”

***

“Say I am smart,” Harry says, asking Anya to repeat after him.

Growing up, Harry always thought too much of what people think and say about him. Especially early on in his career. That’s why ever since Anya was only nine months old, he has started doing affirmations religiously during bedtime. Harry always says Treat People With Kindness but with his own daughter, in addition to that, he also wants to teach her early from the beginning of her life that she needs to speak to herself with kindness too. Because he knows that when people grow, himself definitely included, they develop a habit of criticising themselves, harming their own self-confidence and lowering their resilience. With the affirmations, he doesn’t need to worry because he knows that a positive belief system has already been created from within his little girl.

“I am smart,” Anya repeats after him, grinning to herself in front of the bathroom mirror. She’s standing on top of the counter and her back is against Harry’s chest.

“I am beautiful,”

“I am beautiful,” she lets out a little chuckle as she repeats after her daddy.

“I am kind,” Harry smiles as he says the words and Anya repeats after him. “I am loved,” he says. “I am strong,” Anya repeats after him and showing him her little muscles, making Harry giggles. “I am brave,”

“Say I’m not better than anyone,” Harry continues. “Nobody’s better than me,” Anya repeats after him and shaking her head as she does. “I work hard.”

“What’s your name?” Harry asks her, wrapping his hands around her little body, hugging her from behind.

“Anya Marigold Styles!” She giggles as Harry tickles her sides a little bit.

“If you fall?” He asks her again.

“I get back up!” She answers proudly.

“M’best girl,” he squeezes her from behind. “Now gimme a kiss.”

He knows maybe it’s still way too soon to be thinking about it, but the thought of maybe giving Anya a mum (and two siblings at once!) really does warm his heart. Don’t get him wrong, he knows he’ll be just fine if it’s just the two of them together forever too. But he doesn’t want her daughter to sit on the playground and looking around at her friends with their mums and dads together and think “why don’t I have that?”

“That’s Roo’s mummy,” Anya says as she points at Kanga. Harry is reading one of her favourite bedtime stories in her bed.

“You’re right,” Harry hums before asking a question he regrets literally the second after. “D’you want to have a mummy?”

“I have a mummy,” says Anya nonchalantly.

“What?” Harry looks at her in surprise. “Who?”

“YN,” she answers.

“Um,” Harry panics. He swears he never tells Anya that. She comes up with that herself. “Why do you think that?”

“Because she blows my soup when it was too hot, daddy,” she explains. “And she kissed my ouchie finger and give me cuddles. And Pippa calls her mummy.”

“That’s because she’s Pippa’s mummy,” Harry reminds her. “Not yours.” Yet. He says to himself.

“No!” Anya protests. “She’s MY mummy too!”

“Alright, alright, s’time for bed, night night,” he says, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “Daddy loves you so much, alright? Sweet dreams, m’love.”

***

Harry takes Anya to YN’s home so Anya can stay with Finn and Pippa while Harry takes YN out on their first date. Alessandra, YN’s Italian babysitter arrived half an hour earlier before YN and Harry have to leave so Harry could make sure Anya is warming up to her first.

It’s not that Harry never trusts someone to take care of his daughter, he’s got an occasional babysitter back in LA, but it’s the fact that it’s the first time Harry leaves Anya not for work-related things. When he went on that disastrous date, his mum watched Anya so he had nothing to worry about. And he somewhat knew anyway that he would be home early because deep down he wasn’t ready.

Is he ready now? He thinks so. Aside from how Anya is behaving at home with the new sitter she has just met thirty minutes prior, he’s got nothing to worry about in his mind. Of course, he’s still a bit nervous. First dates are always nerve-wracking. But it’s YN and he likes her. And whatever is gonna happen, what matters the most to him is for them to spend some time together and really get to know each other.

Harry is taking YN to Margot, an Italian restaurant in Covent Garden. As soon as they walk inside, a woman in a grey dress shows them the cosy corner seat by the window that turns out Harry has reserved for them and presents them two large grey folders.

“Would you like to order drinks?”

“Yes please, and food, too,” Harry smiles at her before looking down to scan the menu and looks at YN. “What would you like?”

“Hmm,” YN hums. “I’d like a Negroni please, then the scallops and the tagliolini.”

“A gin and tonic for me,” says Harry afterwards. “Then the scallops as well, and the hake.”

The waitress moves away and Harry pours some water for both of them before taking a sip from his glass. “Y’know, I thought I was gonna be nervous. Well I am, a bit. But this is probably the most relaxed first date I’ve ever been on.”

“We went out for supper a lot of times already,” YN chuckles. “I could probably guess what you were gonna order.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” YN smiles smugly. “I know it was between the hake and monkfish. You wanted the fennel that came with the monkfish but you couldn’t say no to the Sardinian Fregola that came with the hake, so…”

“Wow,” Harry exclaims, impressed. “How’d you know?!”

YN just shrugs, the smug grin hasn’t come off of her face. “I’m just really good at this.”

“Okay, next time we’re definitely playing that game,” Harry says, taking a sip of his water. “I’m probably just as good. I just haven’t tried it yet.”

“Challenge accepted.”

Not long afterwards, the waitress comes with their drinks and a basket of complimentary bread. They both take a sip of their drinks and Harry pulls the bread to the middle of the table. “Bet I can guess your favourite,” he says, looking at the different types of bread in front of him.

“Go ahead,” YN smiles, taking a sip of her drink.

“Focaccia?”

“What?” YN asks, surprised. “How’d you know?”

“You’re not the only one with the talent darling,” he smirks at YN, taking the sourdough so YN can have her favourite. Harry knows this because he remembers that YN always takes the focaccia whenever they’re eating out with the kids. “You look beautiful by the way.”

“Eh, you’re not that bad either,” YN says teasingly. “Okay I’m joking, you look really fit.”

“Really?” Harry smiles smugly. “Thanks, love. S’a new shirt. Bought it just f’you.”

YN chuckles. “Did you, really?”

“Yeah, wanted to impress you,” he says as he refreshes her water. “D’you like it? I remember you told me the other day that you like men in black. Was panic last night when I realised that I didn’t have any black shirt so I bought it this morning on my way to the studio.”

“Oh my God, you shouldn’t have,” YN gives a snort of laughter and hastily stifle it. This is a posh restaurant and people are already looking at them. “Any other shirts would be just fine.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be black would it? Wanna wear black f’you,” he adds.

“That’s really nice of you,” YN grins. “But I don’t believe that you don’t have a single black shirt. Bet you do, you just don’t remember where it is.”

“Okay, I’ll be honest here,” he says, taking another sip of his drink. “I have it but when I tried it-”

“Oh! Didn’t fit?” YN tries to stifle her laughter but she fails miserably.

“Oi! Don’t laugh, s’not nice,” he grumbles playfully. “Av got a bit of a belly now. Body’s not like when I was 21 anymore. Need to hit the gym again soon.”

“Don’t, I like it,” YN shakes her head gently. “Bit squishy.”

“Wanna make sure you’re the hot one between us, aren’t ya?” Harry rolls his eyes and YN let out a giggle. “Oh, I just remembered, before we get carried away I need to ask you something.”

“What is it? You’re scaring me.” YN’s brows snap together.

“No, don’t be, s’nothing,” Harry smiles at her reassuringly. “I just want to make sure that I don’t step on anyone’s toes. Especially James’s. I want to make sure that nothing is really going on between the two of you anymore because I don’t want to be the one that separates a family. I mean you’ve got children together. I really, really—and I can’t stress this enough—really like you but I’m okay to step aside.”

“Harry, I kissed you last night. In my kitchen. Wouldn’t have done it if I was still thinking about getting back together with my ex-husband, would I?” YN explains to him. “There really is nothing going on any more between James and I. When we talk it’s always about the kids or about the progress of our case. Just that. He tried, a few months after he moved out, but I didn’t want to. I don’t want to. I don’t give second chances.”

YN is debating whether or not it’s worth it to come clean to Harry now that she still shagged her ex-husband occasionally after they were separated and up to just until the night before she met Harry, but then she realises that it’s not really his business, is it? At least it wasn’t his business then so clearly he doesn’t need to know. Besides why on earth would she brings up her sex life with her ex on her first date with her new bit?

“Okay, good to know,” Harry says to her. The waitress interrupts them as she brings their scallops to the table and disappears after they both thanked her. “Also, noted.”

YN chuckles. “Write it in capital letters so you won’t forget.”

“Will do,” Harry joins her chuckling. “So, how long were you married?”

YN holds up seven with her fingers as she chews her scallops. “Wow, that’s quite long,” Harry comments before taking a bite of his starter. “Got any marriage tips?”

“Really, H?” YN rolls her eyes playfully as she brings a napkin to wipe the corners of her lips. “Asking for marriage advice from an almost divorcée?”

YN and Harry arrive at YN’s home five minutes before midnight. When they get back, the kids are all fast asleep in the nursery. Anya is sleeping with Pippa in her bed. As they walk into the house, Alessandra greets them with a smile.

“Hi,” YN greets her. “How was it?”

“Yeah, was everything okay?” Harry adds before he lets out a yawn.

“Everything was good,” she answers. “Anya was a little shy at first but she warms up quickly after you left. They’re all being really good. They finished their dinner and went to bed without a fuss.”

“Oh, that’s great, thank you,” YN says to her, pulling her phone out from her handbag to get an Uber for her.

“Thank you so much Alessandra,” Harry smiles at her as he digs out some cash from his wallet and he hands it to her.

“Uh,” Alessandra looks down at the cash in her hand. “S’too much.”

“You’ve got one extra kid to take care tonight,” Harry insists. “Also we stayed a little later than we told you.”

“Ah, your ride’s here,” YN says, looking down at her phone and taking bottled water from the fridge quickly before she and Harry walk Alessandra to the door. “Bye, have a good night. See you tomorrow!”

Harry lets out another yawn as they walk back into the kitchen. Stealing a sip of water from the bottle in YN’s hand before he slumps against the cabinet.

“You’re tired,” YN says. “Wanna stay the night?”

Harry turns to her in astonishment. Sleep is definitely gone from his eyes. “Really? Are you sure?”

“I am,” YN nods. “‘Sides Anya is asleep, don’t wake her up.”

“Okay then,” Harry grins.

“Y’look happy,” YN smiles, walking towards him. Their fingers intertwine as soon as they’re within arm’s reach.

“That’s because I am,” he says before he leans down slowly to press his lips against her forehead. “Y’make me so bloody happy, y’know that?”

“Isn’t it too early to be that soppy?” YN jokes.

“It’s midnight-“

“No,” YN laughs. “I mean, it’s only our first date.”

“Oh, that,” this time Harry laughs, taking her knuckles near his lips to press a kiss on it. “Don’t care. M’a soppy lad.”

“I had a great time tonight,” YN says, smiling as Harry circles her hands.

Harry’s grin widens. “M’glad. I had a great time too,” he adds. “So, we can do it again soon, then?”

YN nods. “Definitely.”

Harry responds by taking her chin and pulls her face close to his. As her face comes closer, he can feel his heart beating frantically as if it’s gonna jump out of his body. He knows he’ll never forget how she smells like roses and berries and with just a slight hint of vanilla. He knows he’ll never forget that one second right before he plants his lips against hers, when he just looks at her face and pause and think about how the hell did he get so lucky. He knows he’ll never forget the moment when he finally kisses her again. Right in that very same kitchen. Both of them smiling against each other’s lips.

The kiss intensifies. It goes deeper with the ticking clock. Harry swipes his tongue along her bottom lip subtly, causing her to part her lips. The kiss is demanding. He is kissing her as if he’s fighting for his life. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s been far too long since he had something like this. Or maybe it’s the fact that he truly likes her, and that to finally be able to kiss her, he can’t really put it down into words how happy and excited he is.

The kiss is soft, yet hot and breathy. It’s not about them trying to fight for dominance, but more about seeking closeness and intimacy that they’ve been craving for so long. Harry presses one long kiss against her lips before he pulls away, both of them trying to even their breath as they smile at each other.

Taking her hand, Harry begins walking to the living room and sat her down on the couch. She thinks he’s going to sit beside her and they’ll continue their snog session, but he surprises her when he stands up instead and walks towards the back of the couch.

“Where are you going?” YN asks, looking at Harry from her shoulder.

“M’not going anywhere darlin’,” Harry answers as he stops behind YN. He takes YN’s ponytail into his hand, moving it aside, leaving most of the back of her neck and shoulders exposed to him. He bends down and begins kissing the end of her hairline just above her neck, leaving a trail of little kisses down to her left shoulder, yanking the part above her shoulder from her dress aside. Then the trail of kisses go back up again towards her neck and up just behind her ear, causing her to let out a breathless moan and licks her lips.

This time he opens his mouth, letting his tongue dance around her skin. From the side of her neck, to her jawline, down her back, and the front side of her just above her sternum. Then he sucks gently, the top of her ear, the back of her neck. One of his hands roams around her back and the other squeezing her breasts through her dress. He grabs her hair again and gently pulls it to the side, leaving the other side of her neck open, giving the same amount of attention as he does to the other side earlier.

“Fuck,” YN whimpers. “Harry, s-stop. N-need to take it slow. Can’t rush this.”

“You’re right,” Harry immediately pulls away and stands up straight, trying to catch his breath. “We need to take it slow. I’m sorry.”

“Are you joking? What are you being sorry for? That was-“ YN breathes heavily. “It was- I can’t even. Where did you learn that?!”

Harry laughs at her. “Go get some sleep,” he says as he kisses the top of her head.

“You’re still staying for the night, right?”

“If you want me to,” Harry smiles at her.

“I want you to,” YN reassures him.

“Okay,” he nods. “Go upstairs first. I’ll just, uh, need to sort something out.”

YN looks at him confused for a second before something clicks on her mind. Oh. She looks down to confirm her assumption, and she was right. She snorts in laughter. “God, H, you could besiege a castle.”

“Oi!”

Part III

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