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so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

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Harry needs to put his tickets on sale before he even releases a single I’m so serious let the real ones have a fighting chance

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“No you don’t understand , there was so many kitchen utensils I had to walk out …”

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one day i might be normal about italyrry but today it's not that day.

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Canyon Moon Road Part Two

Harry woke up to the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sound of a rooster crowing. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the quaint guest room. He felt surprisingly rested, the kind of rest that comes from being somewhere serene and undemanding. He quickly dressed and made his way to the kitchen, following the enticing smell of fresh coffee.

Y/N was already there, moving around the kitchen with a practiced ease. She turned as he entered, her face lighting up with a welcoming smile. "Good morning! I hope you slept well."

"Better than I have in a long time," Harry replied, taking a seat at the small wooden table. "Thanks again for taking me in."

"It's no problem at all," Y/N said, handing him a steaming mug of coffee. "Like I told you last night no one works on Sunday.” She chuckled. “Well that’s a lie. Theres a cute little Farmer’s Market, if you’re into that kinda thing, and a diner in town. Other than that it’s you and me and Max”

Just as Harry was about to ask who Max was he felt a nudge on his leg. He found the simling face, tail wagging Black Lab. “I assume this is Max.”

“It is. Come here boy.” She called to the calm, happy dog. She rubbed his head just as he sat at her feet. She pointed toward the coffee pot with a gesture of her head. “Sorry it’s not a fancy cappuccino.”

Harry smiled. “No problem at all.” He said as he grabbed a mug and poured the dark drink.

“So you'll have to stay another day. Hope that's alright."

Harry smiled. "More than alright. I could use a break from all the driving."

"There's a hotel about 45 minutes away I told you about if you'd prefer," Y/N offered, "but you're welcome to stay here with me."

Harry considered it for a moment, appreciating the offer. "I think I'd like to stay, if you don't mind. It's been really nice here."

Y/N nodded, pleased. "I'd love to have you stay. I’ll whip up something for breakfast, then I’ve got to get to work on this place.  You’re welcome to watch tv, rest, take care of business whatever you want or need to do. Max is good company and he can show you around.” She giggled to herself.

"Do you need any help?" Harry offered, genuinely interested in lending a hand. “With the house I mean. It’s the least I could do.”

"Actually, that would be great," Y/N said with a relieved smile. "There's so much to go through."

After breakfast they cleaned up, then Y/N offered Harry a brief tour of the home. It had an air of nostalgia about it, with its creaking floorboards and rooms filled with memories.

"This was my grandparents' room," she said, opening a door to a sunlit bedroom filled with vintage furniture. "I used to spend hours in here curled up on the bed listening to their stories."

Harry could see the fondness in her eyes and felt a pang of empathy. "It must be hard, going through all this."

"It is," Y/N admitted. "But it's also kind of therapeutic. I just... didn’t realize how much stuff there was. I mean they’ve been gone a long time, but coming in here actually going through their things, it’s different, you know? Like I’m actually admitting, realizing everyone’s gone. No one’s coming back. It’s just me."

Harry’s kind heart had him wanting to hug her, comfort her because that’s just his way, but he realized this woman didn’t know that about him and he needed to respect boundaries.

Y/N shrugged and said, "Well, let's get started with the attic, sorting through boxes of old photographs, letters, and various knick-knacks. Harry was amazed at the sheer volume of items, each telling a piece of Y/N’s family history. As they worked, they talked about their own families and childhood memories, finding common ground in their experiences.

"Look at this," Y/N said, pulling out an old photo album. "This was my mom when she was about my age."

Harry leaned in to look at the photos, feeling a strange sense of connection to the history in the house. "She looks a lot like you."

"Yeah, everyone says that," Y/N replied with a soft smile. "It's nice to be reminded of her."

As the day wore on, they took a break for lunch, sitting on the porch and enjoying the view of the sprawling countryside. The weather was perfect, with a gentle breeze and clear blue skies.

"You know," Harry said, taking a sip of his drink, "there's something really peaceful about this place. I can see why it means so much to you."

Y/N nodded. "It’s always been a sanctuary for me. Even with all the work to be done, it's comforting to be here, like a hug from my family."

After lunch, theyreturned to the attic where they found old tools, furniture, and even some vintage clothing. Harry couldn’t help but try on an old hat they found, making Y/N laugh.

"You look like you stepped out of a different era," she said, shaking her head.

"Maybe I did," Harry replied with a grin, tipping the hat playfully.

By the time they called it a day, they had made significant progress. They had set aside boxes of items to keep, donate, and throw away. Y/N looked genuinely relieved and grateful for the help. She had also noticed the flex of Harry's muscles has he lifted and moved boxes. She was beginning to see what women found so attractive about him.

"Thank you, Harry," she said as they stood on the porch, watching the sunset. "I don’t think I could have done this without you."

"It was my pleasure," Harry replied, feeling a warmth in his chest. "I'm glad I could help."

That evening, they cooked dinner together, their movements in the kitchen almost synchronized as they worked side by side. Harry found himself enjoying the simple companionship they shared.

After dinner, they sat on the porch, watching the stars come out. The pinks and yellows of sunset had changed to a deep blue. They talked about their plans for the next day. Y/N told Harry she hoped his car would be fixed because she was sure he wanted to get back on the road.

As they sat there, Harry found himself thinking about how comfortable he felt around Y/N. She had a way of making everything seem easy, natural. He realized he would be happy if he could stay but that wouldn’t make sense once the car was fixed. They winded down and excused themselves to their respective rooms for the night. Harry fell asleep content in a complete stranger’s home and he knew on paper it didn’t make any sense. He also knew Jeffrey and his security team would not be content if they found out this recent development, but he didn’t care.

The next morning, Harry woke up early, eager to see Y/N again. He made his way to the kitchen and found her already up, dressed in overalls and carrying a toolbox.

"Good morning, Harry," she said with a grin. "Ready to get your car fixed?"

Harry blinked in surprise. "Wait, you're the mechanic?"

Y/N laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, I am. Thought I'd surprise you. I grew up working on cars with my dad, and I’ve been doing it ever since."

Harry shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. "You keep surprising me, Y/N. Let’s get to it."

They spent the morning working on Harry’s vintage car. Well, Y/N worked on the car, and Harry was the most adorable curious nuisance ever. While normally Y/N would normally find it annoying she found this dimpled man-child charming. Harry was impressed by Y/N’s skill and knowledge, and he found himself enjoying their time together even more.

By midday, Y/N  stepped inside to make a phone call. When she returned she broke the silence. "Harry, I have some bad news. Your car needs a specific part that I don’t have. I’ve called around, but it’ll take a few days to get it shipped here."

Harry frowned. "I see. There's no way to expedite it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. Even with overnight shipping, the part just isn’t readily available. It’s not about the money; it’s about finding the part itself."

Harry sighed but then looked at Y/N and smiled. "Well, I guess I'll be your guest a bit longer. If that's okay with you."

Y/N smiled back, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Of course, it’s okay. I’d be happy to have you stay."

The next day they went back to working on the family home, making steady progress. Harry learned more about Y/N’s family and the history of the house, feeling a deeper connection to the place.

As they ate lunch Y/N turned to Harry with a thoughtful expression. "Do you ever get tired of all the attention, Harry? Being recognized everywhere you go?"

Harry nodded. "Sometimes. It's nice to be appreciated, but it can be overwhelming. That's why this trip is so important to me. I needed to get away, to find some peace."

Y/N smiled, her eyes filled with understanding. "I’m glad you ended up here, then. It’s been nice having you around."

Harry felt his heart skip a beat. "It's been nice being here. You’ve made this place feel like home."

That evening, they sat on the porch, watching the sunset. The sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. Harry found himself captivated by Y/N’s presence, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about something she loved, the sound of her laughter.

The next day they talked and their dreams and fears, their hopes and memories. Harry knew that meeting Y/N was more than just a chance encounter. He didn’t know what the meaning was but it something more than chance.

But for now, Harry relaxed into the present moment and the deepening friendship they were building. He wondered if he just might be developing a crush on her. Yet, he wasn’t ready to admit it, not even to himself. The future was uncertain, but Harry felt a sense of hope and excitement, something new.

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too precious

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Let it hurt, then let it heal.

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I can't tell you what I'm eating for dinner in an hour. Or if I'll get out of bed tomorrow. But I can tell you this, I'll never watch that dumb f*king movie starring Hathaway and Whozeewhatzit Guillotine.

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- f.k.q

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Canyon Moon Road Part One

A cool night breeze whipped through Harry's curls, bringing relief to an otherwise balmy night. Sure he could turn on the vintage car's A/C , but it wasn't anything compared to today's standards. And besides what was the point of having a convertible if you couldn't enjoy driving with the top down? This wasn't Harry's first solo road trip. It was actually one of his favorite things to do. As the wind tousled his hair and the open road stretched out before him, Harry felt freedom and exhilaration. This was a treasured moment of escape from everyday life and the world's constant demands.

He enjoyed the quaint towns along the way, whenever he stopped for snacks or drinks. Other times he'd stop for lunch or just to browse the shops he'd stumble across. He was invisible in these small towns. In the three days he'd been driving he'd only come across one fan. It was pleasant to have peace and quiet and privacy. Harry often found quaint antique shops filled with vintage treasures waiting to be discovered. There were also charming local boutiques offering handmade crafts and unique souvenirs. And if he was lucky, he might stumble upon a cozy bookstore or an art fair. His primary home was decorated with unusual treasures you could only find in places like this. Whenever he saw them it brought back joyful memories of these trips.

As the night sky clouded over the moon, the road ahead and everything around it was pitch black; there were no city lights or businesses to light up the darkness; the night had just begun. Harry hummed along to the radio, a song from decades ago but still familiar to him. A comforting melody as he indulged in the solitude of the open road. But then, without warning, his cherished car sputtered and coughed, its once-reliable engine came to a sudden halt. Harry's heart sank as he realized the potential reasons for his car's sudden malfunction. Whatever the cause, Harry knew he would have to rely on someone else to get his old sports car back on the road. A song and a dance wouldn't fix his car. He grabbed his phone from the passenger's seat, then hung his head in defeat. His phone had no signal.

Harry's heart dropped as panic threatened to consume him. He glanced around, but there was nothing—no houses, no lights, only the endless expanse of night stretching out before him. Harry realized he was stranded, miles away from civilization, with no phone and no way to call for help. His good looks, charm, or money couldn't help him this time. A grinding sound came from the car when he tried to start it again. Harry knew he was in trouble. This was not familiar territory, and he kicked himself as he recalled cancelling his hotel room so he could keep driving.

He stepped out of the car unsure whether to wait until daylight or set out on foot. He looked down at his feet, and spoke to his crusty old Vans. "Okay guys we've been around the world and you've never done me wrong. Need you to get me to someone who can help." He chuckled at how ridiculous it was to talk to his shoes. Then he started walking. The light from his phone was all he had to guide the way.

After walking for a bit he heard a car approaching, growing closer with each passing second. Harry's pulse quickened as the car pulled up behind him and stopped. He watched with apprehension and curiosity as a figure emerged from the driver's seat.

"Need a hand?" the silhouette called out. The sound carried across the silent night like a lifeline. Harry's initial instinct was to be cautious, to guard himself against potential danger, but something in the stranger's tone reassured him. He liked to believe that most people were good at heart, and he was willing to trust that belief, if only for tonight.

"Yeah, I think I might," Harry replied, offering a tentative smile as he stepped towards her.

The woman's features were illuminated by the soft glow of the headlights. Something about her warm voice put Harry at ease.

"My name's Y/N," she said, extending a hand in greeting. Her voice had a particular accent though he couldn't put his finger on it. Not heavy but enough to know he wasn't in New York, Los Angeles, or England.

"Harold," he replied, shaking her hand with gratitude. He didn't even know why he said Harold. That was a joke his fans used. Why did he say that? Then he changed course. "Well, that's what some of my friends call me but I prefer Harry."

"Then Harry it is." Y/N wasted no time in offering her assistance, suggesting that they drive to her nearby house where they could use the phone to call for a tow truck. Harry hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to accept her offer. However, in the end, he knew he had no viable options at this point.

And so, with relief flooding through him, Harry climbed into Y/N's truck. He was grateful for a stranger's unexpected kindness in the dead of night.

As they drove through deserted roads, conversation flowed effortlessly between them. His initial apprehension gave way to camaraderie born of a shared experience. They drove for miles before turning off on a dirt road which eventually led to a two-story home nestled among tall trees. Harry felt gratitude as he realized he would never have been able to walk safely to help. Though not a religious man, on this night he believed in angels.

Once inside the home, she invited Harry to sit while she walked across the room. She lifted the receiver of the landline hanging on the wall. He listened to her explain the situation before hanging up and returning to where Harry sat. "My cousin Ronnie can come get your car and tow into town, but tomorrow's Sunday and no one, and I mean no one around here works on Sunday. It'll be Monday before they can do it."

"Oh, um well maybe I could call an Uber to drive me to the nearest hotel."

A giant laugh erupted from Y/N. "A hotel? An Uber? Honey Uber hasn't made it here because there's nowhere to Uber to. And as for hotels, the closest ones are at least 30-40 miles away. And no one could get you there this late at night anyway.

Harry realized that finding transportation the next day would be a challenge. With no Uber or nearby hotels, he would have to rely on the kindness of Y/N and her cousin Ronnie to get his car towed and find a way to town. The remote location and the fact that it was Sunday meant that he would have to wait until Monday for any assistance. Harry nodded. "I see."

"Where are you from?"

"England. And also, New York and LA and Italy. I'm a citizen of the world you could say." He chuckled.

"I've always wanted to go to all of those places. They look so interesting and beautiful." She sat near him on the sofa while keeping a respectful distance.

"Yes, they are. But it seems beautiful here too. I mean, what I saw of the places I passed before the sun went down. It must be nice to be away from loud cities and all the lights and sounds. It's tranquil. Have you lived here long?"

Y/N sighed. "Yes and no. This is the house I grew up in. But when Daddy got sick I came home to care for him. So I left the city to be here. My mother is long gone, and now that my father's passed away, it's just me and this big house." She looked around taking in her surroundings with another sigh.

"You don't like it here?"

"No not really. I mean once you've left a God-foresaken place like this you hope you'll never come back. I'm putting the house up for sale, and I'll start clearing some of it out. Then I'll move back to the land of the living."

"What about your siblings?"

"I'm so rude. I'm sorry. Would you like something to drink? I've got water, sodas, coffee, tea, lemonade."

"Lemonade. That sounds quite nice."

Y/N stood. "Sure no problem." She walked to the kitchen.

And Harry followed her like a magnet. "So what about your siblings?"

"Oh yeah. No, it's just me. What about you?" She asked as she poured the drinks.

"Um a sister."

"Wife? Kids?" She handed him the glass

"No, not yet." Harry nearly choked on his drink as he realized he'd added "not yet". He could be really stupid when he was close to a pretty girl. "You?"

"Divorced, thank God."

"So, not a happy time I take it."

"Oh sure it was a blast when we were young, but then you grow up and life gets complicated and some people just don't want to grow up." She shrugged.

"Yeah, that's true."

"So, what do you do? Like for a living I mean? And why on earth would you be all the way out here?" She sat the glass on the counter and opened a cabinet. "I've got these little snack crackers, if you'd like some."

Harry nodded. "Sure, thanks."

"So?" She took the crackers out of the cabinet. "What do you do?"

Harry realized up to this point she had given no indication she knew who he was, and in a leap of faith he told her the truth. "I'm a singer and a songwriter, but not necessarily a singer-songwriter if that makes sense."

She handed him the crackers. "It does."

"What type of music?"

"Pop music I guess is what you would call it, but with a mix of other things sprinkled in." He poppednl a bite-sized cracker into his mouth.

"I don't listen to new pop music much. I listen to old school stuff, country, classical and I love that 80's new wave sound too."

"All very solid choices I would say. Nothing wrong with that at all." Harry was a bit relieved that it still hadn't clicked who he was, if she knew at all.

"Okay I give up. What's your last name?"

"Styles?" He said almost as a question.

Her eyes widened as she nodded. "Okay okay I've heard of you but honestly you're so popular I figured it was crap. And you look different too. You usually don't have a long beard do you?"

Harry shook his head. "No."

"I knew something about you seemed familar."

And for some strange reason Harry felt the exact same way.

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Chubby Hubby

TW this dicusses body image issues. Please dont read if this will upset you in any way. I will always want what's best for you

This is soft, fluff but with body image disucssion.

Despite the tears in Harry's eyes as he waved goodbye to the crowd in Reggio Emilia, he had no doubt that his heart was filled with love, gratitude, sadness and joy. The final performance of Love On Tour was his last time bidding farewell to his fans. He wasn't sure when he would see them again, and that left a hollow in his heart. But it was finally time for him to take a break. And after 169 performances, two movies, press tours, and so much more it would be a well-deserved break. Night after night, he'd danced and stomped and sang his heart out across state after state and country after country. When he traveled he’d forget what time zone he was in sometimes. All the while, he kept a strict diet and even had his personal trainer beside him to keep him motivated. Later, once the crowd was long gone and the spotlight faded, he stood at the edge of the stage. His  heart was pounding from the adrenaline rush of his last performance. The deafening roar of the crowd still reverberated in his ears, a testament to his fans' fervent adoration. It was the closing act of his world tour, the culmination of more than two years of tireless dedication and unwavering passion.

As he went backstage to celebrate with his friends, family, bandmates and crew Harry couldn't help but feel a profound sense of accomplishment wash over him. The whirlwind of the tour, with its endless rehearsals and countless performances, was an exhilarating journey. However, now, with the final curtain call behind him, he looked forward to the tranquility of home.

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Once he was back in the sanctuary of his home, Harry relaxed in the newfound freedom that came with the end of the tour. No more early wake-up calls or grueling soundchecks; now, he could relax in the simple pleasures of life. Enjoying the fruits of his labor after a decade of non-stop work, he'd finally decided to take a real break. Not a break in order to write and record an album and plan a release and tour, but a real proper break from all the noise.

One morning with a contented sigh, Harry poured himself a cup of coffee and settled on a stool at the kitchen island. The warm morning sun filtered through the windows. He surveyed the array of breakfast delights laid out before him - stacks of fluffy pancakes, butter, maple syrup, hashbrowns, and perfectly scrambled eggs.

"Morning, love," Y/N's voice broke through the peaceful silence as she entered the kitchen. Her presence was a welcome sight to Harry's eyes. She leaned in to kiss him softly. Harry smiled. "I made breakfast. Aren't you proud of me?"

"Sure but I'll really be proud to see you clean up the mess." She giggled, shaking her head as she poured her coffee.

Y/N sat beside Harry at the island. She caressed the nape of his neck, content to have her husband with her at breakfast without scarfing down his food before darting out the door.

But this morning they were in heaven. Each bite was a symphony of flavors, a celebration of the decadence Harry had denied himself during the rigors of the tour. They ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the clinking of cutlery against plates.

And the days passed just like that leisurely breakfasts, playing with the dog in the backyard, quiet afternoons lounging in front of the tv with a bevy of snacks laid out before them. They went to pizza parties with their kids' classes. Life as a couple and family was real and routine. Gone were the days of constant travel, demanding schedules, and the pressure to perform. Instead, Harry and Y/N reveled in the simplicity and stability of their routine, cherishing each peaceful moment together and relishing in the ordinary joys of everyday life.

One lazy afternoon, as Harry was changing his clothes, an unease crept over him. He glanced at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. His gaze lingered at the subtle changes in his physique. The once-defined muscles were now soft, his abs obscured beneath the slightest bit of untoned muscle. Most likely no one noticed. Any other person in the world would have to work years just like Harry had to work to maintain the body he had now, much less the body he had when he was on tour. He feared losing what  he had worked so hard for during his time on tour. It lingered in the back of his mind, making him question his self-image and his ability to maintain the same level of physical fitness.

The self-doubt gnawed at Harry's insides as he studied his reflection, his mind plagued by insecurities. He was always proud of his appearance, but now, faced with the undeniable evidence of his body's imperfections, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Lost in his thoughts, Harry swiftly dressed himself when footsteps approached. Soon Y/N appeared in the doorway. Her brow furrowed with concern as she observed his troubled expression.

"Hey, love," she said softly, crossing the room to stand beside him in front of the mirror. "What's on your mind?"

Harry hesitated, unsure of how to articulate the doubts that plagued him. But Y/N, ever perceptive, reached out to gently caress his cheek. He leaned into her touch, something that always comforted him.

"You seem distant," she observed, her eyes searching his for answers. "Is everything okay?"

Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping as he struggled to find the right words. "I don't know," he confessed. His voice cracked. "I just... I feel like I've let myself go, you know? Like I'm not the same person I used to be."

Y/N's heart melted at Harry's vulnerability. She knew all too well the pressure he faced to maintain a certain image in the unforgiving world of show business. "What sweetie? What's wrong?"

He lifted his shirt to just above the butterfly tattoo on his torso. "This." He looked down and tried to pinch even a single inch of skin.

"Babe you're gonna have to explain. I don't get it."

He sighed and looked down. "This. M' stomach, it's going to hell."

Y/N giggled. "What? That? That teeny tiny bit of skin you're desperately trying to pinch?"

"Yeah. Getting chubby. Look at it."

"You are absolutely gorgeous, Harry Styles," she insisted. "Every inch of you, inside and out."

He shook his head. "No, 'm gettin' a dad bod. Next thing you know, the tabloids will talk about how I've let m'self go. And they'll be right Y/N, they will be. Look at me."

Her beautiful husband was on the verge of tears. She tilted his chin to look at her. "Listen to me, okay. You are gorgeous, and yes your body is different, since you actually enjoy life now. You don't kill yourself dancing and running and working out non-stop five hours a day. You eat things you love, not rabbit food. We drink wine on the patio or do tequila shots while we slow dance in the kitchen. We order takeaway and take walks instead of jogging. We spend time together, and relax and read books till 2 in the morning. The two of us spend time getting to know each other again. Question. When I had the girls each time I complained and cried about my body, didn't I?"

"Yes."

"And what did you tell me?"

He lifted his head again so his eyes met hers. "Told you you were the most beautiful fucking woman I'd ever seen. Told you a little bit of extra skin, or your boobs or the scale had nothing to do with any of that. And I told you, that body had given me two beautiful daughters and I wouldn't trade it for the world's most perfect amazing body. I told you that it was perfect to me because that body belonged to you, and I love you more than anything in this world."

She smiled and kissed him. "Correct. And all of that is true when I look at you. Honestly, I wouldn't have noticed if you hadn't brought it up. Now, I'm not telling you how to feel about yourself because I can't dictate to you what to feel. What I can tell you is that if you aren't happy with it you can easily fix it, but it doesn't matter to me. The fact that I can wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you every night is one of my favorite things. That I can smell your body wash seeping through the shower door. I can sit in the garden with you and watch the girls play. If you want to switch back to a stricter diet or cut back on something or go to the gym more days a week I'm okay with that. All I care about is you."

"But look at me," he protested, gesturing towards his reflection in the mirror. "I've got... I don't know, a dad bod or something."Harry couldn't shake the nagging fear that Y/N might no longer find him as attractive. He worried that without the stage lights and the adoring crowds, he was just an ordinary man with ordinary flaws.

She lowered her voice to almost a whisper. "Guess what stud? You are a dad. You're a man. A man who plays tea party with his girls, builds forts, and teaches them to swim. You're a man who loves his family. Nothing is more meaningful than that, nothing. Get it?"

He grinned, revealing gorgeous dimples. "Got it." He nodded before kissing her.

"Harry," she murmured. "You are perfect exactly as you are. Your body tells the story of all the incredible experiences we've shared together. Every laugh, every adventure - it's all written there, etched into your skin, just like those tattoos are a roadmap of your life. Nothing has changed. Nothing."

Harry felt warmth spread through his chest at Y/N's words. In her eyes, he found the acceptance and reassurance he so desperately sought. This was a reminder that his worth was not defined by the number of abs on his stomach. He thought about the encouraging words he'd given fans through the years. Having a few extra pounds would not disappoint them. They'd be disappointed if he didn't see what they saw, what his wife and friends and family saw.

With a grateful smile, Harry leaned in to press a soft kiss against Y/N's lips, his heart so grateful for the woman who saw him for who he truly was. Together, they settled into an embrace, his chin resting on her head. He was content in the wonderfully human moments they shared.

With Y/N by his side, Harry explored new hobbies and interests, finding joy in the simple pleasures of everyday life. They spent lazy afternoons picnicking in the sun-drenched gardens of their home, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers and the sound of laughter. They had time to delve back into their shared passions for the world like art and literature. They lost themselves in timeless classics and discovered new expression in every brushstroke and word. They took day trips to lakes and farms, teaching their children about the beauty of the world around them.

However, some days the doubts still plagued him. Despite Y/N's reassurances, he couldn't help but question if he was enough. He wondered if he would ever truly measure up to the impossible standards of beauty and perfection that seemed to govern his world.

One evening, as they sat curled up together on the balcony, watching the sun dip below the horizon in a blaze of fiery hues, Harry voiced his fears to Y/N once more.

"Do you ever feel like... like you're not enough?" he asked, breaking the peaceful silence. "Like no matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to live up to everyone's expectations?"

Y/N turned to him, her eyes soft and understanding. "All the time," she admitted.  "But Harry, you don't have to be flawless. You just have to be you. And to me, you're more than enough."

He knew it was finally time to let it go. He knew the world was unpredictable and someone always had an opinion. The goalpost was always moving. And just like every other time the world commented on him he would take it in stride. "I've been so happy with you and the girls, so fucking happy. I can't let some ridiculous standard set by complete strangers take that away. The world has gotten enough of my time and energy. It's time that all be given to you and the kids. Yes, I think I'll hit the gym a bit more and lay off the cakes and bread a bit, but I'm not gonna quit being happy because of something I'm telling myself that isn’t even true." In that moment, he was determined to no longer be defined by others' expectations, that real happiness lay in embracing his authentic self, flaws and all.

With Y/N's love as his guiding light, Harry embarked on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the depths of his own soul and finding beauty in the imperfections that made him uniquely himself. He began to see himself through new eyes, recognizing the strength and resilience within him, waiting to be unleashed. He accepted that if a woman like Y/N could think he was amazing then he had to be because she was perfection in every way to him.

As the months passed they made new memories. They embraced the challenges and triumphs of life with open hearts and open minds, facing each new day with courage and love.

One day as Harry looked into the mirror he no longer saw flaws to be hidden or masked. Instead, he saw a man who was imperfect, yes, but also deeply loved and profoundly happy. He saw a man who had weathered storms and emerged stronger on the other side. He knew he was exactly where he was meant to be: in the arms of the woman who loved him, flaws and all.

And though the world around them may be fickle and fleeting, their love remained constant, an unbreakable bond.

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“Styles is teddy bears on your teenage bed, perfect handwriting on thank you cards, picked flowers on Sunday morning, puppies running on fresh-cut grass, Grandma's favorite homemade cake.”

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becoming an adult cheat sheet!

learn to coupon

what to do when you can’t afford therapy

cleaning your bathroom

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

stress management

quick fix meals

find out if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

resume workshop

organize your closet

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

what you should bring to a doctor’s appointment

what’s a mortgage?

how to pick a health insurance plan

hotlines list

your first gynecology appointment

what to do if the cops pull you over

things to have in your car in case of emergency

my moving out masterpost

how to make friends as an adult (video)

how to do taxes (video)

recommended reads for surviving adulthood (video)

change a flat tire (video)

how to do laundry (video)

opening a bank account (video)

laundry cheat sheet

recipes masterpost

tricks to help you sleep more

what the fuck should you make for dinner?

where should you go for drinks?

alcohol: know your limits

easy makeup tips

find seat maps for your flight

self-defense tips

prevent hangovers

workout masterpost

how to write a check

career builder

browse careers

birth control information

financial management software & app (free)

my mental health masterpost

my college applications masterpost

how to jumpstart a car

sex ed masterpost

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I didn't think you were supposed to travel when close to your due date.

[hardcandycigarette]

I sometimes feel like One Direction isn't getting back together.

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Small ways to activate your "happiness" chemicals

DOPAMINE: the reward chemical

• Complete a task

• Doing self care activites

• Eating some food

• Celebrating your little wins.

OXYTOCIN: the love hormones

• Playing with a dog

• Playing with a baby

• Holding hands

• Hugging someone

• Giving someone else a compliment

SEROTONIN: the mood stabiliser

• Meditating

• Running

• Be in the sun

• Walk in nature

• Swimming

ENDORPHIN: the pain relief

• Laughing exercises

• Essential oils

• Eating dark chocolate

• Running