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nobody talk to me this was so fucking cute :(

EXCEPTION

A/N: just a little blurb about a concept i reblogged the other day, some daily fluff

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: Harry had a long day and enough of everyone. Everyone, except you.

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To say that Harry feels exhausted is an understatement. His day started at five in the morning, he had to be at a photoshoot by six thirty and they wrapped at noon. Then he hurried over to the studio for a quick session and even did a radio interview on the phone between two recordings. Now it’s past eight as he finally arrives at his home, his eyes are bloodshot and droopy, his body is aching to just relax and melt into his mattress and he is done with dealing with people for the day. He’s had enough for today.

When he keys himself into the house, some gentle music flows into his ears and the smell of something with garlic in it lingers around the foyer and a familiar, warm feeling wraps around his chest when he hears a certain, kind of out of tune humming coming from the kitchen. Suddenly, he is not done with everyone for the day.

You are always his exception. 

He kicks the door shut and just when he is pulling his shoes off to put it away he hears excited footsteps approaching him. You come into his sight wearing an old pair of cotton shorts and a top, holding a fork in one hand, some kind of saucy pasta wrapped around it while you hold the other hand underneath it so it doesn’t drip onto the floor.

“Try this!” you beam without as much as saying hi and hold the fork up to his mouth. Harry pushes down a smile and opens his mouth, taking the bite you’re offering him. 

The taste of the creamy garlic sauce melts onto his tongue, the pasta is perfectly cooked and he can taste the extra cheese you put on top of it, knowing how much he loves cheese. 

“How is it?” you ask, the excited shimmer in your eyes alone making him smile like a mad man. You’re so beautiful, no makeup, your hair is kind of a mess, but he loves it like that, you have stains on your top from cooking and there’s a thin layer of sweat glistening on your forehead probably from standing by the stove, but Harry still thinks you’re the most gorgeous creature he has ever seen in his life. 

“S’good. Very tasty,” he hums, swallowing the bite before leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet welcome kiss.

“Great, it’s a new recipe I wanted to try,” you smile proudly before heading back into the kitchen, Harry following you right behind. 

The kitchen island is like a warzone and the sink is full of dirty dishes, you’ve never been the best at keeping the kitchen clean while cooking, but Harry never cared, because you always cleaned up after yourself once you were done. Or other times, he just simply did it for you, wanting to spend time with you while you were making dinner. 

As you stand by the stove and give the pasta one last stir, he can’t help but gravitate towards you, pressing his chest against your back, his arms curling around your waist from behind before he leans down and kisses your cheek a few times. 

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your hair, watching you turn the stove off and wipe your hands in a kitchen towel. All day, he found himself thinking about you from time to time, wondering what you’re doing, how your day is going or if you miss him too. Even after three years of dating and one year of living together, he is still just as much into you as he was the day he met you.

“Missed you too, Handsome. How was your day?” you ask, turning around in his embrace so you can wrap your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss into the corner of his mouth.

“Long and tiring,” he huffs.

“Hungry?”

“Always.”

“Let’s have dinner, then a nice shower and we can just go to bed early,” you suggest, pushing his curls out of his forehead.

“I hope you meant the shower together,” he grins cheekily.

“Of course, we’re saving water, right?” you smirk with a wink. You like to say that’s the reason why you share a shower more often than not, but it’s not really the case when the water is running while he fucks you against the shower wall. This is not where your environmentally friendly behavior starts.

You have dinner together, Harry opens a nice bottle of wine and you talk about anything and everything, then he helps you clean up the mess in the kitchen before the two of you move to the bathroom. Knowing how tiring his day was, you drop to your knees and give him a good old blowjob to help him let some steam out. Harry is eager to return the favor, but you assure him you’d rather have some fun in the morning, after he’s had some sleep.

You pat yourself on the shoulder for changing the sheets this morning, so now when you finally fall to bed it smells so fresh and comforting, you cocoon yourself in the sheets, tangled together with Harry, for a change he is the one wrapped around you, his head laid on your chest, he is listening to your steady heartbeat while you play with his curls and massage his scalp. 

“You’re the exception,” he murmurs, half asleep. 

“What do you mean?” you ask. Harry lifts his head just enough so that he can look in your eyes.

“When I think I’m done with everyone and had enough, you’re the exception. I can’t get enough of you.”

His words touch you deeply, there were times when you were afraid you were too much, that no one would accept you as you are and your partner would eventually have enough and ditch you. But it’s never been the case with Harry. He always goes out of his way to make you feel wanted and loved and most importantly, accepted. 

“I hope you’ll say that in ten and twenty years too,” you joke around, but your eyes tear up a bit at his words. 

“Ten, twenty, fifty, I’ll feel the same way forever, baby,” he smiles before pushing himself up so his lips can meet yours. 

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DEAR GOD THIS WAS PRECIOUS !!!!!

Imagine the late night talking music video is just clips of harry and Yn during lockdown he filmed on his phone/retro film cameras. Like making midnight feasts, late night drives, them chatting in bed or watching the stars 🥺🥺🥺

crying okay okay.... before the mv actually comes out:

The idea came one morning when Harry woke up and asked you what your favourite song of his was.

"Yeah, I know you don't particularly want to choose a favourite but I'm asking you kindly to." Harry ran a finger down the bridge of your nose and tapped the tip of your nose once, before moving his hand to rest on the cheek further away from him.

Bed with Harry was always the most intimate, because he was often so close and comfortable with you. He would always be draped across you somehow and if he wasn't then he'd want you to starfish across him. Now, he was laying to the side of you, head propped up in his hand and his body half over yours. Your legs were woven together with his and you both looked freshly fucked from some soft morning sex.

"Okay, but don't get stroppy with me if I choose the wrong favourite." You gave him a warning glance before continuing, "I'd say Late Night Talking."

"For any particular reason?"

"It just reminds me of all the tiny, minuscule, moments in our lives where I'm at my happiest. I can tell you are happy too."

"I am baby. I really am." He smiled cheerily before fully leaning over you and slipping his lips over yours. Both of you were smiling too hard to properly kiss each other, but you found the moment a good one nonetheless. Kisses like these were the best, because they were private and they were imperfect.

He had rolled off you momentarily to reach for something on his bedside table and bring it back in front of you both. Both of you now laying on your backs side by side.

"Are we about to film a porno?" You joked, noticing he was holding up and old film camera he adored. Many of your favourite smiles had been captured between that cameras shutter and film tape. Harry fiddled around with some buttons as he laughed at you.

"No baby. We're filming a music video."

"We are? I thought you'd finished with As It Was?" You turned your head to face him, his arms reaching up above you both after he'd started the record button.

"This one is new. It's my Late Night Talking video." He smiled, watching your eyes when you realised what he was on about. This was a video in which he was making just because it is your favourite song he's written.

You couldn't help but smile softly at him, pouting after because he was making your flutter in ways you didn't know possible. You reached through his lifted arm and cupped his cheek, pulling him softly towards you as your lips met his. He was very okay with kissing you back, pushing into you with his love. You both kept pecking each others lips until they were both swollen full of each other's love.

And that's how the first scene of the music video was filmed.

After that, came a consistent montage of tiny moments Harry had filmed over the course of the next year on his film camera. There had been many moments where you hadn't even been aware that you'd been filmed, but watching the music video now brought back all those old memories to the surface and you felt like you could breathe clean again.

"Stop fidgeting." You laughed as Harry changed positions again, curling up more into your side.

You were both laying on bed ready to watch the music video. It was an exciting day. He was clinging to your side like a cuddly Koala. You kissed his forehead as the timer on the video climbed down from 10. He was nervous, because of how much this video represented how much he loves you and he hoped that would come across perfectly.

"I hope you like it." Harry said shyly.

And the video began.

A black screen appeared and the piano introduction, that he used for on tour, started playing in the background. You could already tell the fans were going to go crazy for a studio version of that piano solo. Then in white writing came a small message;

"Dedicated to all our late night talks. I love you."

You furrowed your eyebrows together as you tried to blink away the threatening tears. Harry's arms tightened around you and you tilted your head to rest on his a little better. You bit you lip before any tears could fall, because you wanted to watch the video without a cloudy vision.

The first clip came as the moment that had started it all. It was you two in bed, but as the music to the song started playing you noticed that Harry hadn't kept the original audio in. It left people to wonder what you were actually talking about, but that was something that only you and Harry would get the pleasure of knowing.

The film camera quality was slightly fuzzy and little grains fizzled on the screen some times, but it made for the most comforting and homely video you'd ever witnessed.

The next clip was one of yours and Harry's hands, swaying as you walked in a park together. It had been on an early morning and you had wanted some fresh air before a busy day. You'd been sharing headphones and were listening to 'Stuff We Did' by Michael Giacchino. To some it was a sad song, but Harry said it was your "together" song.

The clip afterwards showed you dancing in the kitchen with a wooden spoon as your microphone. It had been on a day when you were going to meet Anne and you wanted to bring her cupcakes. Then, you had got distracted when a Bon Jovi song came on and ended up singing and dancing around so crazily that you'd forgotten about your cupcakes and they burnt. Harry hadn't been much help though and just sat recording the entire thing instead.

A small clip came on where you were laying completely on top of Harry on the couch. It had been after you'd watched 'How to Train your Dragon' together. Your face was tucked under his chin and you were bundled up in an oversized hoodie of his. You were smiling ever so slightly in your sleep and Harry took pride in this little clip of you. Harry even kissed the top of you head before looking at you and smiling.

The next clip was you in Waterstones, looking around at the bookshelves. You had a tendency to take photos of books you liked, but couldn't afford to buy just yet, and wait for later to buy them. It built up your TBR list easily. What you hadn't realised on that day, until later on, that Harry had been collecting those books you were taking photos of and had purchased them all without you knowing. THere had been four books in total and he'd gotten you all of them. The clip showed you putting each of them back and then Harry immediately picking them up without you noticing. It was one of your favourite things he's ever done for you.

Another clip came of you in Waterstones and Harry told you to pose for his camera. You smiled and brought your hands up to put them under your chin to pose, but in the process accidentally whacked someone in the head. You apologised profusely and it turned out they were a Harry fan too. That fan would no doubt freak now that they were in the video.

A clip of Harry filming the sunset whilst you were driving appeared. The sunset glowed off your face and you skin was slightly dewy from the heat of the day. You turned to him and giggled when you realised he was recording you, reaching to knock the camera away. It didn't work and Harry kept on recording little moments of that drive of you two together. It went dark before long and Harry had gotten a cool shot of the moon before panning down to you. There was another, on the same car ride, where you were screaming at the top of your lungs to Sign Of The Times. Harry's face then came into view and pretended to be really creeped out by you doing that.

There was a montage of clips where you were falling over;

One, where you were running down the stairs and slid on the last two and landing on your bum at the bottom. Harry had laughed too hard that he couldn't even help you up off the floor.

Two, where you were wearing heels and one of them snapped and had sent you down to your knees. Harry had quickly put the camera down to the side for this one and came rushing over to you. He made sure you were alright, before helping you up. You remembered that was the night he banned you from wearing heels ever again. Unless they were Gucci.

Three, you were laughing too hard with Harry in bed that when you rolled you accidentally rolled of the bed. You'd take the covers with you so it didn't hurt too bad, but it was still another moment where Harry cursed you for being so clumsy.

Then there was a montage of kisses, but only quick ones.

You kissing Harry whilst he's getting his hair done for an event.

You kissing Harry when he's just come out of the shower, towel wrapped around his bottom half.

Harry kissing you whilst you're putting on your makeup.

Harry kissing you whilst you were both watching The Martian, after you cried over the ending.

You kissing Harry when he won an award.

Harry kissing you when he proposed to you.

Then the video ended with you two back in bed and the first clip replayed itself. It showed that you were both a cycle of love. You were never ending. The together forever kind of couple.

The screen turned black and the piano reappeared. The text then came up white again;

"Editor: Harry Styles. Videographer: Harry Styles."

"So?" Harry prompted you after the video had ended.

"You edited that?"

"Why? Is it that bad?" Harry sat up quickly and took note of your eyes swelling with tears and even a rogue one running down the side of your face.

"You are a marvel, Harry Styles. I.. I.. God, I love you and I loved it. Of course I did." You laughed, letting out a few tears in the process.

And you both kissed, in cheers to all the Late Night Talking that made you into the couple that you are today.

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AMAZING !!!!!!

Don’t Worry, Darling

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Warning: misogynistic talk, outdated ideals, (nothing wrong with wanting to be a housewife if YOU wanna be one tho my angels)

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She had woken up before him. The new sunlight breaking into the room as her cheek laid warm on his chest, one arm around her as he slept soundly. Her husband.

It never got old waking up next to him. How warm he kept her during the cool nights, how he would subconsciously tighten his hold on her whenever she moves, his sleepy whines and pouty face whenever she tried to leave the bed, his smothering of kisses all over her sleep flushed cheeks. It was a luxury. Today, she woke up before him. A rarity, considering his job at the office paired with the fact he was a naturally early riser.

She took some time to observe him. The slope of his nose, the tiny sparse freckles. The scar near his eyebrow, which the origin story made her giggle under her breath. The tiny tiny wrinkles of his smile lines, a smile she loved so much it physically hurt. The sleep swollen pout of petal pink lips that she craved. A man like him having a mouth like that was both a blessing and a curse, because she swore she couldn’t go a day without it’s pecks and… other talents. The carving of his jaw and his cheeks, both of which she deemed unfair. It was like he hogged all of the beauty in the world and got to keep it all to himself. She loved the slight stubble coming in, dramaticized by the new morning light. The warm hue covered the side of his face, the peaceful early hours showcasing a man at peace. A man without worry. A man only she got to see.

It was incredibly difficult to drag herself out of bed with that view, but she wanted to be good to him. Spoil him, because he certainly had the night prior. The jello like feeling in her thighs only proved that as she walked to their bathroom nude. He was a perfect lover, a frequent one. It made many of their friends jealous considering their newlywed rose colored glasses didn’t seem to be coming off even 2 years into their marriage.

Y/N let the damp washcloth glide over her face to wash the remnants of sleep from her, letting her hair out of the low bun she had haphazardly thrown it into the night prior after their marital activities. Harry always knew how to tire her out. The smile grew on her face as she saw the makings of a love bite gracing the swell of her breast, dark and bold. Her dress would cover it, sure, but it would be a reminder for both of them of the words he had uttered over and over again last night as he finished inside of her.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re mine.”

“You’re mine.”

She swallowed thickly as she felt the burn of desire coat her veins, shaking her head to knock herself out of it. For now.

Her hands found a crumbled white shirt he had worn to work and tossed to the side after getting home sitting on top of the laundry basket and couldn’t help herself. Grabbing the material, she brought it to her nose and inhaled his scent. The traces of his soap, his spicy cologne she had gotten him for his birthday… her. Her grin widened as she found her own lipstick smear on the collar from her enthusiastic greeting to welcome him home.

The shirt was slid on arm by arm, watching the mirror as she buttoned it up enough to protect herself from the stove but low enough that he would be able to see his marking.

It ached to leave his sleeping body in their ruffled sheets, but her husband deserved a good breakfast. He worked hard all day for her, he provided for her, and she wanted him to see how much she appreciated that. And… maybe wanted to see if she could talk him into staying home with her. For once.

It had only happened a few times where Harry had accepted her pleas and coos for him to stay home and have a day just with her. Of course they had weekends, nights, holidays, but Y/N was in fact greedy with Harry’s time. Or so he says with a tweak of the lips whenever she asked. It didn’t bother her too much considering he was well paid and loved his job, but sometimes she wanted to be greedy. Wanted his attention all day long.

What better way to convince him than this? The keys to a man’s heart? A good, home cooked meal- and sex. Lots of good sex.

Y/N hoped the combination of the shirt and breakfast sealed the deal.

She padded quietly down to the kitchen and began to prepare for his favorite- Blueberry pancakes, eggs, bacon, and good, strong coffee. It was second nature to her at this point, cracking the eggs in the pan, stirring the batter, washing the fruit. Humming a song stuck in her head that she had heard at the grocers the day before. This was her life, and she loved it. The sunny kitchen and top of the line appliances, the smell of fresh food being cooked, waiting on her husband’s arrival.

Getting lost in her head was something she did quite often, but by the time she was finishing the last pancake, she startled when she felt strong arms winding around her waist and a familiar voice humming into her ear.

“Smells divine, Darling.” The rasp right against her had her shivering, leaning back into him instinctually. His lips grazed her forehead as her back fell against his chest, sighing softly as he left a kiss to the top of her brow. This was bliss. “My favorites.. You always spoil me rotten.” The vibration of his words buzzed on her skin. Harry always did show his appreciation for her.

A glance down made her realize her end goal, seeing the pristinely pressed blue suit she had done up for him yesterday when she ironed. The goal is to keep him at home, preferably in a lot less clothing but in this same position.

The burner was turned off, his wife spinning to meet his face with a kiss as she faced him properly. Hand’s smoothed down the lapel of his jacket, soft eyes meeting his as she pulled back from his minty kiss. “Good morning.” Her voice crooned, pressing another peck to his lips. “You deserve to be spoiled. Sit, sit.” She motioned to his spot already set with orange juice and the daily paper she had snuck outside ton grab for him. “Let me bring it to you.”

Harry was a grown man, but Y/N knew what he liked. He liked to be served his breakfast and to eat with her while they quietly enjoyed their time together, the sounds of the radio playing and the flipping of newspaper pages. He was a simple man with few demands of her, so she figured it was the very least she could do. Y/N wanted to be the best wife she possibly could be.

Harry smiled tenderly up at her as she set down his plate. She had made sure to make it perfect for him, picking the most perfect and blueberry filled pancakes and the crispiest bacon. Coaxing him for good news on her end, she pulled away and grabbed her own from the counter, taking her spot across from him.

“You look amazing this morning, my dove.” His voice was quiet, lowering his glass of juice down. His tongue peeked out to catch a droplet that had caught on his lip, slowly dragging it back into his mouth as his eyes stayed on her own. Christ, he was handsome. Everything he did was a trigger of her hunger for him, the thirst she had for his touch, his mouth, all of his attention. “Is that my shirt?”

His gaze was darker as he ran it over her, a flush of heat running through her stomach. Anticipation built as she recognized the look on his face. “Yes. Is that alright, dear?” Her tone was innocent, even added a tilt to the head as she raised a syrup covered bite to her mouth. She knew what she was doing, so did her husband, but she wouldn’t admit it quite yet.

“Yes. I prefer it, I think.”

Y/N knew she had gotten to him but smiled lightly, going back to her meal. She knew how to up her chances and now that Harry was clued into her little game it was best that she bided her time.

It was a good breakfast. Meeting his suspicious eyes over his newspaper, watching him clear his plate, he asked her for her opinion on the crossword puzzle answers which she would dutifully reply… Bliss. Perfection. Part of her didn’t even want to bug him to stay home because his mood was so good… But she had to try.

She took his plate and her own to the sink, hurrying back to him as he grabbed his briefcase in hand. His eyes were on his watch, adjusting the band slightly with a tiny furrow in his brow. She knew why. It was 2 minutes after he usually liked to leave but he had been engrossed in his crossword.

“Harry?” She peeped, approaching him with freshly washed hands. His eyes glazed up at hers with question, knowing she was deviating from their normal routine of bringing his lunch bag- which was sitting in the fridge in case her effort failed- and narrowed his gaze slightly.

“What is it, love?” He murmured, looking down at her face. Studying it. “You’re up to something.” It wasn’t a question but a statement, knowing his wife far too well to pretend she wasn’t doing something out of the ordinary. Harry liked schedule and she knew it, so it wasn’t often that she would deviate from that in fear it would upset him.

“Well.. I was just thinking about how yesterday, you said you were so tired, right?” She grasped his arms in her hands, leaning her head up to give him the best pleading eyes she could muster. “And I think you’re overworking yourself.” Her lashes fluttered, a tiny pout forming on her lips as she rubbed his biceps over the suit. Harry let out a sigh, which wasn’t a good sign, shaking his head down at her.

“I’m perfectly fine. I promise, I know my limits. You worry too much.” He tried to reassure her. “I’ve got to go now, Darling. We can talk more when I arrive home over dinner, that chicken you said? But I can not be late.” His reasoning didn’t matter. She wanted him home.

“I just think that one day at home can be so beneficial to you, Harry.” She pleaded, trying to find his tell in the way he clicked his jaw. “You know? You can relax… sit on your chair and read. Just let me rejuvenate you. I can tend to you… Cook for you… Kiss on you…” Her coy look was met with a shake of the head, walking slowly into her as she spoke. “Please? I am just a worried wife, Harry. You work so hard every day and never take breaks. Would one day-“

Her argument was cut off with his mouth. Her one weakness was covering her own, stopping her in her tracks as he pressed a few kisses against her sweet lips. Slightly sticky from the syrup, they stuck together as he spoke. “I can’t, my love. I’ve got to go.” He kissed her again, tenderly and sweet before pulling out of her grip. “Don’t Worry, Darling. I’m alright.”

He had to exit the door before he gave in, which she had been so close to getting him to do. Y/N huffed, grabbing his lunch from the fridge in a mad dash and racing out to find him getting into his car. The top was down, as usual, his smile widening as he saw her emerge with the bag. Her out of breath figure appeared by the passenger side, placing it next to his briefcase.

“C’mere.” His hand grabbed her chin as she leant over the car, kissing her a bit harder. It could be felt in her toes, the slight brush of tongue letting her know she had been closer to her goal than she initially realized. “Walk out of that house again like this, showing those legs that belong to me to the neighborhood, and m’gonna spank that ass hot.” He scolded lightly, eyes dark on her own. Harry wasn’t afraid to do it either. It sent a wave of want, of hot yearning down to the throbbing between her thighs. “I’ll give you attention when I come home.” His pause was softened by his thumb brushing her stick lip again. “I love you. Be a good girl for me today.” His teeth bit down against her bottom lip, making her gasp as the tiny sting melded into painful pleasure.

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this was so! bloody! wonderful!!!!! the writing makes it feel like you’re actually there and the setting is described so beautifully it almost made me cry !!!!!! so so so amazing i loved this

Sandalwood

in which you have an affliction for candles and Harry hears wedding bells.

“Y’gonna burn the whole house down.”

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