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i’m getting the feeling that matilda is about 1d!reader, and i already know that it’s gonna break me

Building Harry's House: Matilda

A/N: Sorry this took forever to post but uni work is choking me without a sea view rn so tysm for being patient lovies 💚

SUMMARY: With the world knowing of their once secret relationship, Harry and YN navigate life together as an official couple and everything that comes with it. (9.6k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!reader, famous!yn

WARNING: mention of abuse (yn gets slapped), excessive drinking, mention of drugs

Previous Song Here!🍷// Building Harry's House masterlist // SINCE 2010 masterlist

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

Consistency is something that has always been a part of the spine in YN’s storybook. No matter how many years go by, Penny remains a burst of sunshine with a kaleidoscope of colors—Harry can see how YN came to have her own golden light.

Harry turns the wheel of the car with the palm of his hand and parks into the gravel driveway of Penny’s house. When YN finally saved up enough money to take her mum out of the rickety house she grew up in, she made sure to tell Penny that she could have any place she wanted—it didn’t even have to be in London anymore if that’s what she truly desired. Of course, her stepmum opted for a cottage in the countryside along with a forest for a backyard and greenery as far as the eyes can see. Colorful, homemade pottery, wind chimes, and furniture scatter the front porch, adding Penelope’s psychedelic touch to every little thing that YN’s seen since she was little.

Harry’s been aware of how quiet his love’s been during their travels. After the unexpected phone call from her father in Italy, he didn’t hesitate to pack their things when she said she wanted to see her stepmum. He immediately called his private pilot and made plans to head to Doncaster as soon as possible.

He watches as she exits the car without so much of a peep out of her mouth. He follows behind her as they make their way up the stone walkway that leads to the front of the house covered in greenery, much like YN’s home back in LA. He sees how YN pushes her fingers against the glass windchimes on the front porch before twisting the handle on the front door and walking in.

He sees her stepmum round the hallway corner in a tank top that showcases the few tattoos she has scattered along her arms and tracksuit pants, her face bare and glowing. Her bare feet pad across the tiled floor as she readjusts her long black hair in a ponytail. When she kisses her stepdaughter’s cheek in greeting, Harry notices the yoga mat farther into the small living room.

The place screams Penny: bohemian rugs, funky lamp shades and handmade paintings hung on every space the wall can fit.

After receiving the warmest welcome and being served tea out of her mismatched colorful mugs, the seal in YN’s silent mask finally cracks and it has her pacing across the kitchen floor. As he watches his love spill out everything on her mind that she’s kept in for the past two days and he can do nothing but lean against the doorframe of the kitchen and listen.

“Like, what could he possibly want from me? Money? Fame? A relationship with his daughter after eleven fookin’ years?” YN huffs out a laugh at the thought of her last suggestion with her hands on her hips. “Dunno how this bloke even got me personal number. That’s some hacker shite right there. And now I gotta change my number again and make sure that—”

“I gave him your number.” Penny blurts out from her seat at the table, making YN stop her pacing in the middle of the room. Her breathing stops altogether and the room goes silent with a faint sound of the glass windchimes from outside. Even Harry’s eyebrows furrow from his spot leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“Whot? Wha—why the hell would you do that, Penny?” YN shakes her head as she tries to wrap her head around the fact that her step mum gave the one person she never wants to see again a leeway into her life.

“Look, I don’t support what he did or how he raised you—”

“He didn’t fookin’ raise me.”

“But he’s changed.”

“That’s like, the most bullshit reasoning anyone has ever given. And how would you even know that? Have you been talking to him?”

Penny fidgets with a strand of her long black hair and twists the ends as she mumbles out, “He’s reached out once or twice.”

“What the ‘ell? Whose side are you even on?”

With a hand on his hip, his other rubs against the stubble on his cheek as he watches the two women dispute back and forth. He doesn’t know if he should leave to give them some privacy or stay in case anything gets out of hand.

He hates to see his love this way, pacing with frustrated fingers twisting the rings on her fingers so much that they’re sure to leave red marks on her skin. The crease between her eyebrows begging to be soothed out by his lips and the harsh nails raking through her hair demands to be switched with his gentle ones—the kind that has her falling asleep almost instantly.

“I was in the hippie scene, YN! I was young and naive and I fell in love with this bloke. I didn’t know what I wanted or what was right or what was wrong. But the one thing I knew for fooking sure was wanting you to be in me life.” Penny sighs out as she composes herself. “Look, you know I would never do anything to hurt yeh. He first reached out months ago; s’not like he called yesterday and I gave him yeh number willy nilly.”

“So what are yeh saying? That I actually go pay this man a little visit?” Before Penny could even begin her suggestion, YN scoffs and immediately shakes her head. “No.”

“YN—”

“No, not happening. No way.”

When Harry sees her stepmum let out a deep sigh and rubs a smoothing hand over her forehead, he thinks now might be a time for him to step in.

“YN, maybe you should listen to yeh mum—”

“Stay out of this, Harry!” YN snaps at him without so much as a second thought. “This is none of yeh damn business.”

“YN!” Penny scolds her stepdaughter but it’s no use as YN storms off to the backyard. It’s a rare thing for either one of them to snap at each other but when one does, it can be quite scary. Their last big argument was well over a year ago during the making of Harry’s last album and they’ve made it a habit not to revert back to their shitty way of communication. He almost lost her then and he’s sure as hell not going to let her go now.

Penelope turns to Harry with a sorrowful expression, “Yeh did nothing wrong, Harry. She’s just stu—”

“Stubborn. Yeah, I know.” With a shrug of his shoulder and a sad smile, he says, “S’unfortunately, one of the things I love about her.”

...

After walking off some of the steam around the massive yard, YN stumbles upon the garage she helped her stepmum convert into an art studio. Canvases the size of her line up against the wall (a painting in the works up on an easel), buckets of paints and brushes scattered every which way, and a pottery wheel in the center of the room.

With her arms wrapped around herself, she walks along the shelving filled with miscellaneous items: Penny’s homemade ceramic creations, funky decor pieces, plants, books and the picture they used for the Story of My Life music video framed and displayed front and center.

She runs her finger across the array of books on the shelves, stopping and pulling out a particular book.

“Find anything yeh like?” YN looks up and gives her stepmum a small smile.

“Yeh still have this?” YN waves her old copy of Matilda. The pages were so well loved that one wrong blow of the wind could have the cover fall off of its spine.

“Of course, yeh wouldn’t let that thing go.” Penny takes a cautious step towards her stepdaughter and puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, “But there are some things that you just have let go, right?”

Penny’s ready for the young woman to blow up again, sigh out in frustration, and even walk out of the room. But it’s safe to say that she wasn’t expecting for her to look at her with glossy eyes and a trembling bottom lip.

“I'm scared, mum.” YN whispers out and Penny wastes no time pulling her into her arms.

“It’s okay to be scared, baby.” She reassures her stepdaughter. “But yeh don’t have to be. You have to choose whether or not you want him to have that power over yeh. You are so strong, so courageous. M’sorry that I didn’t warn you beforehand.”

“S’okay,” YN pulls back as she wipes at her cheeks. “If yeh would have warned me I would just keep avoiding him. I think it's a sign, right?"

“Follow yeh heart, baby. You know what to do." Penny brushes the strands of hair away from her daughter's face in a comforting way. "Have yeh told him about what happened?” She doesn't need to say his name for YN to know who she's referring to.

“Does he need to know?” Even YN cringes her face up at her words, already knowing the answer to her question. She blindly points to the general direction of the backyard. "M'gonna go talk to him."

Harry can’t help but think of how much Penny’s house reminds him of his mum’s place he bought for her all those years ago. Like YN’s stepmum, she didn’t want anything too grand in the busy life of London but a cozy cottage with a massive yard. He remembers hearing a lot about how the two mums bonded over gardening and wonders if the sunflowers growing off in the corner of the yard was his mum’s doing.

He gets pulled away from his thoughts on one of the patio couches when he hears the sliding back door open and he’s met with his love.

“Hi,” she breathes out.

“Hey.”

“M’sorry I snapped at you. Yeh did nothing wrong.” YN sighs as she keeps her gaze to her fidgety hands, her thumb twisting the ring on her index finger. “Yeh been nothing but supportive and you didn’t deserve that. M’sorry. Can you forgive me?”

He wordlessly pats the seat next to him and she’s quick to climb up close to him. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and gently holds the side of her head and presses a kiss to her temple. He’d forgive her for anything in a heartbeat; that’s how deep his love is for her.

“S’alright,” Harry mumbles against her skin and feels her shoulders relax against him. “I forgive you.”

“Good. That would have been awkward if yeh didn’t,” YN huffs out a laugh through her nose in an attempt to ease the mood and he can’t hold back the small smile of his face.

They stay like this for a bit, wrapped up in one another as they look out into the giant, forest-like backyard before them. As much as he’d like to pretend that everything’s alright and move on, he knows that it’s not healthy to. That’s all they’ve ever done during these past couple of years since the band started: suppressing thoughts and feelings in hopes they would disappear and everything would resolve itself on its own. In a perfect world, maybe, but they’ve wasted so much time doing that that they both see what they’ve been missing out on.

As much as he doesn’t want to pop the bubble they’ve created, he knows this needs to be done—or at least try to.

“YN?” When she hums in response, he puts a reassuring hand over hers and is rewarded with the eyes that make him weak in the knees. “Do you feel comfortable telling me about your dad?”

“He’s not me dad,” YN shakes her head instantly. “He didn’t—doesn’t deserve that name. He isn’t me dad. He’s my father and the only reason he even gets that much is because we share the same DNA.”

YN lets out a deep sigh and avoids her boyfriend’s gaze to look out to the trees scattered around the backyard. She’s never talked to Harry or any of the boys about her father, nor has she ever wanted to. When topics of her family came up during interviews, music video projects, or even group dinners, Penny was only mentioned and brought along. Out of respect, nobody tried to pry her open for any other information about if she had a dad, any other siblings or relatives she was close with. It was only Penny and the Tomlinsons—no one else.

“I don’t want to talk about my father,” As Harry’s head runs around with unfulfilled questions a thousand miles a minute, ready to close the conversation and reassure her that she can when she’s ready, she manages to mumble out, “But I do feel comfortable with you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes and I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’m never going to want to talk about me father but since I plan to spend the rest of me life with you, I need to tell you about this part of my life.”

When Harry turns his body towards her to give her his full attention, her nerves begin to spike up again. But with his hand in hers, it grounds her and makes her feel an overwhelming sense of safety. So with that, she takes in a deep breath before lowering down the wall of her past that she’s kept hidden from the world for years.

YN, Louis, and some of her other friends ride their bikes down the streets of Doncaster after getting out of school. It was a particularly cold day this time of year and they were all wrapped up in thick coats and scarves. Now, YN isn’t big on birthdays. She never celebrated them in her own household but the Tomlinson’s never failed to give her a cake, collectively sing her the infamous song, and give her a present or two. But this year is different. This year, YN turns 16 and Penny nearly jumped up and down in excitement when her stepdaughter asked if she could bring some friends over for a little party.

Nobody has ever really been to her house, even Louis—her best friend since she was five years old—doesn’t spend too much time over there either. He was already so used to her suggesting to go over to his house instead that he began to question if she was feeling alright when she told him her plans.

The only reason why she’s even inviting everyone over is because her father said he’d be out late at work and won’t be back until the late hours of the night. Not that she wasn’t used to him not being home, it’s just when he was, he was accompanied by a beer bottle and bitter comments.

The group drops their bikes on the small yard in front of her house before trekking up the short, creaky steps of the porch as they chat and laugh lively amongst themselves. There’s a sense of relief not seeing anyone in the small living room once she pushed and twisted her key in the lock. Her eyebrows furrow for a second when her step mum isn’t there. She did her car in the driveway but brushes it off before turning to the group.

“Alright lads, yeh guys can just leave yeh stuff in here and I can go get us something to eat from the kitchen.” YN smiles at her small group of friends as they all happily agree. Too embarrassed to admit it to herself but she’s actually excited about her little get-together. She’s never hosted a party before and Jay and Penelope pre-made some snacks for her to pass around.

“Let me help yeh with tha—” Louis says as he begins to shrug off his puffer coat when Penny hurriedly comes into the living room.

“YN,” The young girl furrows her eyebrows for the millionth time at the way her stepmum’s voice shakes and at the fake smile plastered on her face. “‘ello everyone, welcome. Hun, um can I talk with yeh for a second? Ah—Lou, stay there babe. The kitchen is actually a mess from earlier.”

Louis stops in his tracks as he feels the confusion continues to rise up. Instead of questioning it, he takes it upon himself to entertain the group for the time being as his best friend and her stepmum step off to the side.

“Penny, what’s wrong? Yeh scaring meh.”

“Baby, um,” Penny anxiously pushes her long black hair behind her ears before looking over to her small group of friends in the living room. “There was a little hiccup at your father’s work today...”

No. Please, no.

“Well, wha’s goin’ on in here?” A voice sounds from somewhere behind her and the inevitable chill runs down her spine.

When YN turns around, her father stands before her. She’s quick to assess the situation: dirty white shirt, beer bottle in hand, eyes pink and puffy, and the stench of his breath.

“Having a little party without meh or whot?” Samuel taunts with a sickening smile before taking a swing from the dark bottle. Her stomach drops at the sight of her friends’ eyes widening at the man before them.

“Sammy, baby.” YN sees her step mum quickly come to his side and place a hand on her husband’s chest with a gentle voice. “Come on, we were just heading out, right?”

Please, this can’t be happening. Not now.

“Come on, let YN have her party and we can go out for dinner like we planned.”

“No,” He says sternly, shrugging his arm away from her gentle hand. “S’me house. I paid for it. Why do I ‘ave to leave?” He slurs.

“S’alright, we were just leaving.” YN tries her hardest to not make this a bigger scene than it’s already becoming. “I actually forgot I left the snacks over at yeh house, Lou. Why don’t yeh lads head over there and I’ll be over in a sec.”

“I don’t think—”

“Louis, I’ll meet up with you guys over there.” YN smiles reassuringly but her eyes tell a different story. He can tell that she’s just begging him to take the group away next door and let her deal with her father in the privacy of the worn down walls of the house.

She feels ashamed and embarrassed by the way her friends awkwardly gather their things and shuffle out of the house.

“Hanging around with that Louis bloke again?” Samuel provokes as soon as she closes the door behind the group. YN wouldn’t usually give in to one of his verbal pokes and digs, but whenever he brings up her best friend, it makes the fire in her chest burn hotter.

“Got fired again?” She retaliates in a bored tone.

“Yeh being smart with meh? Yeh just think you’re so smart, huh?”

“Well I did skip a grade so what do you think?” YN tries to brush past her tispy father over to the kitchen to grab the pre-made snacks but it’s easier said than done. He immediately blocks her from walking any further.

“Do you think you’re better than me?” Her father yells in her face and the smell of alcohol washes over her stronger than before. It makes her scrunch her up nose up at the scent and she keeps her gaze on his dirty shirt than his eyes. “Yeh think yeh can do whatever yeh want and invite people over? Just like that? Yeh can’t just do anythin’ yeh want, Marilyn!”

This wasn’t the first time Samuel has called YN by her mother’s name, drunk or not. Marilyn left her father when YN was merely four years old, too fed up by her husband to deal with him for another day and too selfish to bring her daughter to her new life. YN remembers the yelling from downstairs and loud shut of the front door.

She remembers the bright blue and red lights from the police car flashing from her backyard later on in the night, and the two officers saying something about a car accident. She also remembers how it was the first time she ever saw her father cry.

She doesn’t remember a lot about her mother. When she was older, she found a few pictures of her that her father kept away and needless to say, she was shocked. She almost thought they were pictures of her until she saw a younger version of her father next to her.

“Yeah, and you know what? I wish I was her.” YN bites back through her clenched teeth, finally having the strength to look up and meet his eyes. “I wish I was her so that I can fookin’ leave you like she did!”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she feels a hot sting on her cheek. The strong impact startles her, her body reacting on its own from the unexpected action that her hands have to catch herself before her face can hit the ground.

“Samuel!”

She hears her step-mum yell, but it sounds muffled. Everything around her fades into a high ringing noise. It wasn’t uncommon for YN and her father to have some heated, verbal arguments. The both of them get red in the face and nasty words are exchanged that should never be said between a daughter and a father. As much they both had the urge to do so, never, never has he ever laid a hand on her until now.

YN puts a hand on her burning cheek and whips her head around to look up at her father. His chest is heaving in anger, eyebrows deeply furrowed and she can practically see the steam radiating off of him.

As she picks herself off the floor and Penny is quick to her side but YN pushes the woman away from her while keeping her stern gaze on her father.

Without another word, she marches towards the door. She thinks she hears Penny calling out after her, maybe even her father, but she doesn’t care. She swings the door open and makes headway towards her discarded bike.

She pushes her feet quickly against the pedals, her legs burn at how fast she’s going but continues on. She doesn’t even spare a glance at Louis’ house when she rides past it—her surroundings just all become a big moving blur. The tears on her cheeks feel ice cold as the wind whips at her face, but it simultaneously soothes the fresh marks on her skin.

“I used to think that if I pedaled hard enough, I would fly away. Like some blue bird in fookin’ Snow White or something.” YN wraps her arms around her legs as she brings them to her chest, resting her chin on her knees as she continues to keep her gaze on Harry’s hand in hers. She hasn’t been able to look him in the eyes since she started to share her truth.

“Where did you go?” Harry asks softly.

“Well I wanted to run away, but I literally had nothing on me. So after circling around Donny for a bit, I sneaked into Louis’s room that night. Penny found me easily,” YN lets out a watery chuckle and wipes under her nose with her sleeve. “Was the first place she looked but I um, I didn’t come back home for about a month. Pen brought me clothes from home and stuff; she knew I didn’t want to go back there.”

“And your father?”

YN looks out to the orange sun set that peaks through the trees of the spacious yard and shrugs. “That was the last time I ever saw or spoke to him. Pen still stayed with him, I stayed at Jay’s and when the summer came around I went back when he wasn’t there. Two months later I had me XFactor audition and I never came back home.”

“M’so sorry, YN.” Harry’s index finger nudges under his nose to help keep his tears at bay.

YN shakes her head and kisses her teeth. “Don’t be. Y’know I hate it when people give me pity and all that. Makes me feel like I can’t hold me own. If anything, I just felt bad for me mum. Like I just left her there to go on tour with the band for two years before I could come up with the money to buy her a decent place of her own.”

“Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty for any of that, you know that right? You should never apologize for simply growing up and trying to move on, YN. Hey, look at me,” Harry gently nudges his hand under her chin to turn her gaze to him. “There’s no doubt in my mind that you can handle yourself. I mean, look how much you had to deal with and are still here; your golden light shining through the darkest of times. But you don’t have to do this on your own anymore.”

When he pulls her further into his arms, he hears her sniffle back her tears and snuggles further into his chest. His heart breaks at the sound and he feels so helpless, like he could have done something to ease her pain. She was hurting right under his nose and he didn’t do anything. But he’s reminded that this isn’t about him, it’s about her. He can’t imagine going through what she did for so many years. He doesn’t even want to humor the idea of something like that happening to his own mum.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised by her response muffled into his chest.

“Can you um...do you mind coming with me to see him next week?”

...

The day to go meet up with her father for afternoon tea came around sooner than YN expected. She barely slept the night before, tossing and turning every which way to release the pain in her temples. If it bothered Harry so much, he did a good job at hiding it because with every wiggle and frustrated sigh, he adjusted their position along with her. He peppered loving kisses to anywhere her skin was near his mouth at the time and whispered sweet nothings in her ear, encouraging her to relax.

It wasn’t until Harry tugged her on top of him, tucked her head into the crook of his neck and massaged his blunt fingers into her scalp and back that she was finally able to succumb to sleep when the sun began to peek through the sheer curtains.

After a few phone calls from Jeff and work related matters, Harry walks back into the master bedroom of his home in London with his eyes on the phone in his hand.

“Darling, wanna start heading o—?” He stops when he sees YN still in her pajamas and her hair messily clipped to the back of her head. She sits criss-cross on the floor with plastic packaging and cardboard all around her. “Baby? What are you doing? Why aren’t you dressed yet?”

“Look, I finally framed my ABBA poster. It’s been rolled up and stuck in that closet since forever and I found these fancy frames I ordered a while ago but never put them to use. I think I’m actually going to order more and just redo all my posters and stuff.” YN rambles on with her hands on her hips as she looks around at the items surrounding her.

“Baby—”

“Oh! And I have to show you this viral TikTok I saw earlier.” YN scrambles to her feet, moving around Harry and swipes her phone from the dresser behind him. “It’s a life hack on how we can maximize space under the bathroom cabinets because as much as I hate to admit it, we both have loads of skin care stuff and this way we can stay organized! And then—”

“YN,” Harry grabs a hold of her shoulders. When he sees her wide eyes look up at him, he gently takes her jaw in his hands. “S’okay to feel nervous. We don't have to go to your home if you don’t want to, lovie. You did nothing wrong and if you don’t want to go, there’s no harm in that.”

He sees the way her wide, tired eyes soften as he can practically see her working the gears in her head.

“No. No, you’re right.” YN lets out a deep sigh before kissing her teeth. “I hate it when you’re right. Bruises me ego.”

Harry huffs out a chuckle and presses a loving kiss to her forehead before heading towards the connected bathroom.

“Come on, I’ll even get the shower going for y—” Once Harry opens the glass door of the shower stall, he eyebrows knit together at the balled up pieces of clothing on the floor banded together by rubber bands. YN gives him a sheepish smile.

“I learned how to tie-dye.”

...

It’s hard not to notice the way YN’s knee keeps bouncing and her hands fidget with the rings on her fingers. He doesn’t point out the way she keeps moving the dials for the AC or how she tweaks the volume of the music every other minute.

He licks his lips before giving her thigh under his hand a loving squeeze and saying, “Baby, do you mind grabbing me that chapstick I put in yeh bag?”

YN rummages her purse in search of the tiny tube. Harry glances at his love and finds that while one hand is shoved sifting through her bag, the other one holds an abundance of items: her keys, her wallet, a snack-size bag of Haribos she bought at the airport and their two passports.

“I can’t bloody find this stupid, little—”

“Hey, hey. S’alright, forget about it yeah?” Harry takes the items in her hands and tosses them in the spacious footwell of the car. He intertwines his fingers with hers and brings their hands to his mouth. “Thought it would take your mind off of things but I guess it only made you more upset.” Harry chuckles, trying to lighten her anxiety by pressing kisses to each of her knuckles.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Fook.” YN brings the heel of her other hand to her forehead and closes her eyes. Harry can feel the frustration radiating off of her. It’s heavy and bleak, and not like his YN at all. He’s suddenly thinking of making a “wrong” turn to the airport to go back to Sunny California where her golden smile shined the most. Or even pulling over at the side of the road to say how there’s a suspicious noise coming from the engine and how they need to wait it out before they continue. “I know m’being a bother. I just can’t stay still. I feel so silly—”

“You are not silly for feeling the way you feel. This is a huge step for you and I just want to thank you for allowing me to be with you during this time. I never want yeh to go through this alone, I know you wouldn’t let me go through this thing alone if it was the other way around. And if this turns out bad, I got a few—” Harry pinches his index finger and thumb together and brings it to his lips. “—back home we can do after.”

“Yeh could have told me that before we left?”

He laughs at her disappointed tone before making a turn onto the designated property. “I didn’t think we’d make a good impression on your father if we showed up stoned.”

“Holy shit,” YN ducks over to Harry’s driver’s side window at the mansion driveway they pull into. “Are you sure this is the right address?”

“You’re the one who put it into the GPS.”

Like second nature, Harry opens her car door and intertwines his hands with hers before making their way up the driveway.

“Now I feel fookin’ underdressed.” YN adjusts the cardigan that keeps falling off of her shoulder.

“You look fucking gorgeous.” Harry leans down to plant a kiss to her cheek.

“Oh, no.” YN cracks a smile and pinches at his lips with her knuckles. “I’ve been a bad influence on you, haven’t I?”

“Wha’ do yeh fookin’ mean?” She giggles as Harry micks her Yorkshire accent. Him and the boys would like to make fun of her accent throughout the years but Harry’s always done it to defuse her anger, to bring a smile on her face and ease her bundle of nerves. “This is how I bloody talk and shit, innt?”

“Is it now?”

“Aces, man.” Harry smiles brightly at the way she covers her laugh with the back of her hand as he reaches over to push the doorbell. “Just buzzin’ in excitement, aren’t yeh? Oh bloody ‘ell, bloody ‘ell.”

YN and Harry’s laughter gets cut off by the front door opening. There stands an older woman, probably in her late fifties. Her blonde hair looks like it was freshly done at the salon and looks like a fluffy yellow cloud on her head. The woman’s sparkly cocktail dress and matching red lip are way too fancy for an afternoon tea, and if it wasn’t already for the massive size of their house, YN might have been surprised at her attire.

“Hello there. We were just expecting you both.” The woman’s American accent rings through YN’s ears. As the woman extends her manicured hand to greet the couple, YN’s eyes immediately go to the sparkly rock on her finger. “My name is Della and you beautiful young lady must be—”

“YN.” A voice continues from behind the pristine woman, the same voice that runs a chill down her spine as it did when she was a kid.

A man appears at the doorway, his eyes widening like he almost expected her to not come at the last minute.

She doesn’t know who this man in front of her is, but it certainly isn’t the man she remembers. There’s no beer bottle in his hand but a gold wedding band on his ring finger. Instead of his stained shirt, a freshly pressed white button-up and a sweater vest covers his chest. Her nose doesn’t burn from the stench of alcohol but of minty freshness.

But even though his eyes aren’t surrounded by pinky, puffiness, she can tell that those are her father’s eyes.

“Hello, Samuel,” YN utters out the words with as much professionalism as she can, almost as if she were interviewing him for a prestigious job.

“I’m—I’m so glad you were able to make it.” The older man huffs out a laugh of disbelief as he runs a nervous hand over his thinning hair; his clean, combed and styled hair.

When Harry sees his love swallow thickly from uncomfortableness, he extends an outreached hand, “Hello, m’Harry. It’s nice to meet you Mr. and Mrs. Barlowe.”

YN just stands with her hand still clasped in his as the older couple shakes her boyfriend’s hand.

“Please, please come inside.” Della steps aside and opens the door wider.

YN can feel her skin tingle by the feel of her father’s eyes on her and she hates the way she’s having trouble meeting his eyes.

It’s an uncomfortable experience walking through the spacious house, everything clean and neat that it almost looks like no one has ever lived in it before. The couches and decorative carpets are white and aesthetically minimal, grand chandeliers hanging in every room they pass and a kitchen that looks like it’s never been used. She almost feels the need to take off her shoes in fear of leaving a mark on the perfectly clean titles.

As YN looks around the museum-like house, she quickly looks down at the feeling of Harry giving their intertwined hands a reassuring squeeze. Even if he can’t do anything about her situation, she appreciates the fact that he’s letting her know that he’s here with her for any support she needs.

Once the group sits down on the patio outside, YN almost jumps in her seat when two women with white aprons come out with trays ready for their tea.

Della and Samuel move in sync with one another as they drink their tea. They might as well be robots, lifting their white tea cups with such delicateness and gently dabbing their cloth napkin around their lips precisely three times. It’s borderline scary, like a jumpscare out of a horror movie was bound to pop out any minute.

But she has to admit, Della isn’t a stuck up monster as she initially thought upon meeting her at the front door. She’s actually a very sweet woman who smiles at her husband with so much love in her eyes.

YN’s learned that her father was working as a janitor at a law firm company shortly after she and Penny left his life. There, he was inspired to go to law school and with some help from some people in the company, he was able to attend. He soon worked his way up to become a partner at the firm and the small company became bigger than anyone ever expected. He met Della in 2015 when she was working as the firm’s secretary and married a couple months into dating.

“He would always stop by my desk and take from the lollipop bowl I had there. He would always ask me to go out with him and I kept telling him no—I honestly think it was because he liked my accent and I was playing hard to get.” Della whispers not so quietly and it makes a chuckle bubble out from YN’s throat. It puts a smile on Harry’s face to see his love more relaxed, not totally letting her guard down but enough for her shoulders to come down from their pinched position.

“What made you change your mind?” YN questions with a sincere smile and takes a sip of her honey-induced tea.

“This guy—” Della playfully slaps her husband's chest. “Got in front of the whole office, guitar in hand and sang to me. Oh the name of the song is slipping from my mind...how did it go again?” Della snaps her fingers as she racks her brain. “Um... don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control...”

“I want a perfect body,” Samuel says along.

“I want a perfect soul,” YN finishes and looks down at her lap. “That's um, that’s Creep by Radiohead.”

“If m’not mistaken, that was one of the first songs I taught you how to play on the guitar.” Her father smiles and sits up straighter in his seat.

“Yeah, you let me use your old Lancaster.” Harry sees the way her smile falters at the mention of the memory. YN was in middle school when her father showed an uncommon amount of kindness one day. It was the day she rummaged through the garage and found the pictures of her mum along with his old eclectic guitar. Instead of scolding her to not look through his old things, he sat down with her and showed her the simple cords to the song (thanks to the years of practice from Penny, she was able to pick up the melody pretty quickly). They smiled, laughed, and bonded. But like many things in her life, consistency crept its way back in.

Samuel saw sight of a picture of his deceased wife peeking out from YN’s hoodie pocket and a switch flicked inside him. He suddenly snatched the beautiful guitar and smashed it against the ground. After three swings, the base completely disconnected from the neck. He walked out without so much as another word and left YN panting, frozen in a state of fear and shock.

“I loved that guitar,” YN says softly and she’s back at avoiding his gaze.

“I did, too. S’a shame I don’t have it anymore. Sold it to an old buddy of mine back in the day.” Samuel sighs out in disappointment and YN’s eyebrows quickly knit together. When she looks up at him in confusion, he sees him shake his head in reminiscence.

“Hey, maybe you should treat yourself and buy a new one, huh?” Della puts a hand on her husband’s arm with an encouraging smile. “There’s got to be a store somewhere that sells some.”

“Reckon’ you’re right, D.” Samuel smiles. While he leans over to give her a kiss on the cheek, Harry too leans over to his love. “That’s a great idea.”

“Baby, y’alright? Wha’s wrong?” Harry whispers.

“S’just that—”

“Okay, so I would hate to have you both feel uncomfortable about this and Sam warned me not to bring it up,” Della chuckles. “But before you two leave, would you guys mind signing a CD for my kids? They just love both of your music and they would absolutely die if they knew you guys were here without a little something.”

“You have children?” YN raises her eyebrows in surprise.

“Two girls,” Della smiles brightly. “Sydney just got back from college—oh sorry, uni—last month and our little Abigail just turned the big 16 last week. We had a little surprise party for her and we invited all of her friends over. Oh, it was so much fun. And the cake was just so delicious—”

“Della, honey.” Samuel puts a gentle hand on his wife’s. “I think we’ve heard enough about the party—”

“I would actually love to hear more about it.” YN speaks up, straightening up her back and turning her full attention towards the older woman.

“YN,” Harry whispers gently into his girlfriend and puts a comforting hand on the back of her chair.

Della nervously chuckles. "Oh, I don't know-"

“Please. Please, go on." YN insists. "Did you bake the cake yourselves? Did you spend all night the day before preparing little snacks for all of her friends, too? Did you guys buy her a sentimental gift? Samuel?”

YN gives her father an expected look, patiently waiting for his answer as he squirms in his seat. He nervously coughs into his hands before saying, “Um, we uh...well she just got her license not too long ago so we um...we put some money together to buy her a car.”

Della shifts her gaze back and forth between her husband and his daughter as the tension begins to build up. She sees the way YN purses her lips together and nods.

“She had been asking for one for so long and since it was a special occasion, Samuel wanted to do something nice.” Della reasons with a wavering smile. “I’m sure that Sam here did something just as special for you when you turned her age. What did he give you?”

Harry—all of them really—can see the way Della tries her best to lighten the mood but right now he knows that she should just stop talking altogether.

“A slap across the face.” YN nods nonchalantly, not at all bothered by the horrific look on the older woman's face. “Yeh know, the kind where yeh least expect it and the force of it is just so strong that it actually knocks yeh off your feet. Makes you hear a little ringing sound, too. Isn't that right, Samuel?”

Della looks over to her husband as he furrows his eyebrows and as much as Harry hates to admit it, the resemblance she has with her father’s current expression is undeniable.

“I’m sorry,” Samuel shakes his head as he clears his throat. “I actually have no idea what you are referring to.”

The wind immediately gets knocked out from YN’s chest and if it wasn’t for Harry’s hand on her back, she’d think she was dreaming.

“M’sorry whot?” She scoffs. “So you’re telling me that you don’t remember the reason I left home?”

“Yeh went on to become a world famous singer. I always knew you would someday.”

Harry can feel the anger radiating off her body as her father lies right through his teeth. Till this day, she can still hear his drunken words slurred to her:

You’re a waste of space.

Yeh think you’re gonna make it as a singer? You’re pathetic.

You’re not worth it.

Just as Harry mentally (and almost physically) prepares himself from standing in between his girlfriend and her father when she goes off on him, he’s taken back when she lets out a laugh. She’s laughing. Her eyes squeezed shut with one hand over her stomach and the other over her mouth.

“Why is that funny?” Della looks around at the people surrounding the table.

“Sorry, m’sorry,” YN says in between giggles. “But that’s the biggest load of shit v’ever heard. So you’re saying that yeh don’t remember all of those years of yelling at me? Yelling at Penny? Drinking excessively? Breaking things violently in front of me? Hitting me?”

“Enough!” The loud bang to the table and the movement of the fine china startles everyone as Samuel’s voice booms throughout the patio space. “I invite you into me house to try to rekindle our past, to heal wounds and move on yet you bring up with shite?”

“Rekindle our past? Dunno how you expected to do that when you can’t even be honest about what yeh did to me! And heal wounds? Hate to break it to yeh Samuel, but those wounds aren't wounds anymore. They’re scars now. Already patched up and healed with no help from you.” YN lets out a small chuckle to herself before shaking her head. “I don’t know why I even came here. Della, you seem like a smart woman so I would advise yeh to have a little chat with your husband because he clearly isn’t the man that you know. Thank you for the tea.” And with that, YN’s chair screeches against the pavement before standing up.

“So that’s it?” Samuel spits. “And you? Harry, you’ve barely spoken a word since yeh got here.”

“How believe me, I have plenty to say,” Harry bites back as he stands up and puts a protective hand on YN’s back. “But out of respect for the love of my life, all m’gonna say is that you’re a piece of shit, man.”

“Get the hell out of me house!” Samuel yells as he abruptly stands from his seat, the metal chair falling loudly to the ground behind him and he points towards the door.

“Glady.” YN scoffs and once Harry intertwines his hand with hers, they make their way out of the house.

It’s a known fact that throughout the years of the two being in the public eye, they’ve been media trained to be the sweetest people they can be towards anyone they meet. Harry has been portrayed for years as a ‘bad boy’ who's never done anything bad and YN the ‘good girl’ with permanent innocence. It’s been rumored around the fandom since the band started that as sweet and soft spoken as they come off for their jobs, when they get mad—they get furious. So while many fans think it’s one of the many delusion based fandom-facts, no one has truly seen how scary the two can become when they get angry.

“Wait!” The couple turns around to find Della quickly making her way over to their car but the two ignore her calling as Harry proceeds to open her door. “YN, please!”

With an annoyed look to her love and a sigh, YN relecutaly turns around, “Whot?”

“I’m so, so sorry about what happened back there. I had no idea he had done those awful things to you. If-if I would have known...”

It doesn’t take long for it to all click in YN’s head. Her expression softens as she recognizes the look in the woman’s eyes from a mile away.

“You don’t know about me past.” She tilts her head to find Della’s eyes. “But you have experienced it, haven’t you?”

Harry’s surprised by the bold assumption, but when he flicks his gaze over to the prestigious woman, his heart strings pull greater than they have ever before.

“I don’t know what happened.” The older woman brings a shaky hand to her mouth as her eyes begin to water. “It first started shortly after we got married all those years ago. He was nothing like that when we met.”

“What I said back there is true. You are a smart woman. You know what to do. Think about your girls. They deserve the world, not this. Don’t let them go through what we did.” She surprises herself by wrapping her arms around the older woman, Della is quick to reciprocate. The hug doesn’t last longer than a couple of seconds,

but it was somehow something they both needed. So as she watches the couple drive away, Della is left with a truth she pushed back facing years in the making.

...

No matter how many years they’ve been working together, writing songs together and making music side by side, Harry still manages to get nervous showing her his work. But this isn’t any kind of love song he’s written about her in the past. This was on a deeper level of intimacy between them. This isn’t just about himself or his feelings of longing and loving towards her, but of her past.

He taps his leather journal in his open palm, gathers his tin container and with a deep breath in, he makes his way over to her where she’s seated in his backyard. In the middle of his closed-off yard, she’s sitting on a blanket he put out earlier, a guitar in her hands as she mindlessly plucks pretty melodies from the wired strings.

He leans down to press a kiss on her exposed shoulder before lifting the spaghetti strap of her dress back up and plopping down next to her. She easily flicks open the lid from the container and she smiles at the sight of a lighter and the familiar rolled up substances.

“Romantic dinner for two, Mr. Styles?” She pauses her movements when he puts a hand on top of hers and she looks up at him expectantly.

“I uh, before we get into it, I actually wanted to share something with you first.” YN notices the familiar journal in his lap and gives him a cheeky smile.

“Another love song about meh? M’starting to think you fancy me.” When she notices his knowing look, she gives him a closed lipped smile. “Sorry, go ahead.”

When she sets down her guitar, he reaches out and takes into his lap instead. She’s pleasantly surprised by his actions. He usually writes on piano as his choice of instrument and feels the butterflies start to flap their wings in anticipation of what’s to come.

He leans over himself to make sure his fingers are placed correctly over the strings and right as he’s about to begin, he stops, “Don’t make fun of me, alright? M’still practicing.”

She laughs and grabs a hold of his chin as she plants a sweet kiss to his lips, “Promise I’ll keep my opinions to myself.” Her giggle is muffled when he pulls her back in for another kiss but sits back and patiently waits until he’s ready.

With a final deep breath in, his fingers begin to pluck beautifully. He still needs a little finer tuning on his part but he’s doing a wonderful job so far.

You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal"

And you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels.

YN tilts her head at the lyrics but lets him continue on.

Nothing 'bout the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now.

So you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal.

It’s been a few days after the visit to go see her father and after crying and venting to her mum about what happened, the couple hasn’t brought the topic up since.

You don't have to be sorry for leavin' and growin' up, mmhm

There’s still so much she’s holding onto, so much still sitting on her chest that she's still unable to let go of. But Harry knows her more than anyone and understands her love language right down to the T: music.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright

YN lets out a watery chuckle at the book reference, the one she loved so dearly as a child.

But I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead insidе.

You showed me a power that is strong еnough to bring sun to the darkest days.

It's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind.

“This song was inspired by an experience YN and I had with a mutual friend—a person who we disguised as Matilda by Roald Dahl.” Harry explains from his interview chair for the Harry’s House documentary. The couple agreed without a doubt that they wouldn’t fully explain that the song was about YN. They usually never do but the song speaks for itself. “I played it to a couple of friends and all of them cried. So I was like, ‘Okay, I think this is something to pay attention to.’”

You don't have to be sorry for doin' it on your own.

It shocks YN to realize that while she went through this part of her life by herself, she wasn’t alone. Ten years ago, YN gained brothers, a family consisting of the boys, her managers, tour and production crew, and the fans. She had a family by her side this entire time and she didn’t even register in her mind.

You can throw a party full of everyone you know

You can start a family who will always show you love

You don't have to be sorry, no

As soon as he plays the last note, YN quickly shuffles on her knees over to him and wraps him up in her arms. She digs her face into the crook of his neck as he grips onto her shoulder blades, pulling her incredibly closer to him as he can.

“People have so much guilt with things that they don't necessarily need to have guilt with sometimes. I think it's your right to protect the space around you and be protective of yourself and look after yourself.”

“I’m sorry you went home to that.”

YN shakes her head reassuringly and takes his face in her hands. She’s been crying so much lately that she’s surprised that she hasn’t run out by now. She has so much love for the man in front of her. She was serious about before: she’s never felt this way about anyone ever before. YN presses her lips lovingly to his. “You are my home, Harry.”

Her favorite dimpled smile appears on his face and she presses her forehead to his.

“You are my home, YN.” He says before pulling her back into him for more kisses.

“I think this song is going to touch a lot of people. It speaks to so many who’ve gone through toxic family members in their lives, people who weren’t loved in the way that they should have been loved,” YN gives the interview camera a sad smile. “S’a powerful one, this one.”

Back in the studio, YN can be seen in the recording room sitting in front of a Casio piano. With her chunky studio headphones on she plays along to Harry’s voice singing in her ears.

Oh, there's a long way to go,

I don't believe that time will change your mind.

She can’t help but tuck in her lips in an attempt to hold back the tears that threaten to escape.

In other words

I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go.

YN takes in a shaky breath and closes her eyes as her fingers continues to press on the keys.

You can let it go.

In a cathartic way, she finally releases the bands that she kept from her past. She lets go of her abusive father and the power he held over her for all of those years. She lets go of her biological mother’s name and accepts that she was never her, she’s her own person. She lets go of the guilt of leaving home, of leaving Penny—of leaving her mum there with her father for two more years and lets gratefulness seep in for the fact that her mum isn’t in that position anymore.

But most importantly, she lets go of the nasty feeling her father soaked her in.

She’s not pathetic, she’s brave. She’s not worthless, but worthy. She’s not a waste of space, she lights up the room with her golden light.

“It’s a weird one, because with something like this, it’s like, ‘I want to give you something, I want to support you in some way, but it’s not necessarily my place to make it about me because it’s not my experience.’” Sometimes it’s just about listening.” Harry sneaks a discreet peek at his teary-eyed girlfriend from her seat somewhere behind the camera. “I hope that’s what I did here. If nothing else, it just says, ‘I was listening to you.’”

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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Hey! I’ve been wondering, what would Y/N do if she’s on her period and she gets a stain and stuff and she’s with the boys when it happens? Like would the boys help her cover it?

It happened once during the phh era. It was after the band was doing a sit-down couch interview for their new Documentary Book.

YN sits in the middle right in front of Harry while he sits on top of the back of the couch. Right after the interview was over, YN stood up and shook the interviewer's hand. Now, Harry doesn't mean to take glances at her bum—he's a guy and it's right in his line of vision—but as he's sliding his way down from his seat, he notices the tiny red spot on the bottom of her shorts. It wasn't completely noticeable if someone was looking from afar, but it was there nonetheless.

Niall seems to have spotted it too because he shares a worried look with his bandmate.

So before she can walk away, Harry puts his hands on her shoulders and reaches over her to shake the interviewer's hand. "Thanks for havin' us."

YN's a little startled by his actions but can admit that she doesn't mind his closeness. Niall goes around and whispers to the other boys and they immediately get into big brother mode. Without her suspecting anything, they all discreetly make a huddle behind her as they make their way out of the studio.

Once they get into their green room, she spins around to face the boys with her hands on her hips.

"Okay, what's goin' on? Why yeh lads acting so weird?"

"We're not acting weird." Zayn rubs his hand on the back of his neck, looking at the other boys. "It's just..."

"Just whot?" She sassily raises her eyebrows, feeling an unnecessary amount of anger rising up in her chest. Her mind starts to race a thousand miles a minute: was this a "boys only" type of secret? She thought they were better than that kind of bullshit. Do they not trust her? What could it be?

"Oh, YN. Yeh stained your shorts." The band turns their heads to her stylist, Emma. "Oh, sorry. Didn't know you boys were in here. Now shoo. We got some lady business to deal with." The woman waves her hands and the boys shuffle out of the room.

Before they're fully out the door, Harry looks over his shoulder to see the somber look on YN's face, no doubt feeling the guilt of her attitude towards the boys.

Once the band is back on the road, YN lays on one of the leather couches in the back of the tour bus. She's changed out of her outfit for earlier in exchange for her plaid pj pants and an oversized hoodie. She's clutching a pillow to her chest as her eye focus on the TV screen.

She still feels bad for how she acted towards her bandmates earlier and if she thinks about it too much she just might cry. Ugh, she hates being hormonal.

Her eyes redirect towards the sliding door when she hears a knock on it and soon enough she sees Harry peek his head through.

"Hey, lovie."

"Hey, H." She gives him a sad smile.

"Y'alright? Can we come in?" He asks carefully like one wrong move can set her off.

"We brought yeh snacks!" She hears Niall from somewhere behind Harry and sees a hand waving a bag of candy above his head. YN huffs out a laugh and nods.

She slowly sits up, puts the movie on pause, and sees all of the boys squished together by the doorway, all dressed in their pajamas.

"Um, m'sorry for the way I acted towards you guys earlier. Yeh didn't deserve that." She plays with the end of the pillow on her lap. "Thank yeh lads for—" YN waves her hand in the air vaguely. "—doing all of that. Can yeh guys forgive me?"

The boys all give each other a look in playful contemplation and the dramatic anticipation makes her roll her eyes.

"We forgive you," Liam nods his head. "If you allows us to ambush you in a water fight for tomorrow night's show."

She's about to agree with ease, she's never one to back out from a water bottle fight, that is until Louis pipes up from the side.

"And," he stresses. "You can't fight us back."

YN purses her lips to the side. "Can it be towards the end of the show?"

They all share another look and nod in agreement. "Deal." YN smiles warmly and catches the thrown bag of candy.

"Now can we join yeh now? I heard Julie Andrews on the telly." Niall shoves his way through the group and plops down on the couch next to her once she gives them the go.

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And for the rest of the night, her and the boys stay up and watch the Princess Diaries until their eyes are too heavy with sleep. She thanks God that it's nighttime already and the only source of light is the TV on the wall because seeing the boys all scattered around the back of the bus, making silly comments about the Disney film as they show their own way of comforting her during this time, has her constantly (and discreetly) having to wipe away the tears building up in her eyes.

She blames her rapid hormones...yeah, thats what she keeps telling herself.

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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Could we maybe have a blurb with Y/N’s reaction to Pleasing? Thank you❤️

ok so i had an idea for y/n doing a livestream to promote the products so this is what this blurb is:

“Hello, hello!”

You smiled into the camera lens as people flooded into your instagram live. After 5 seconds you already had 10k people watching, but you knew that would continue to rocket to about 50k by the time you started.

Today was a really special day because you’d received your parcel for the Pleasing PR. Obviously Harry was more willing to give it to you as just an ordinary gift, what with you being his fiancé and all, but you wanted the same experience as everyone else with the PR packaging and so on. You’d woken up to the parcel on your bedside table, a note with it claiming that Harry had to run to the Pleasing HQ offices for a bit and so that’s when you’d decided you’d do a livestream unboxing.

Not all the fans were going to be able to afford these products, so you’d give them whatever free content you could. The fans absolutely adored you too. Couldn’t get enough of you. You had your own little mini fan base within Harry’s and you loved everyone who loved you so much. Doing livestreams like this made those fans days a little better, so it was worth skipping out on a brunch with the girls for.

“I see you, hello!” You waved into the camera, checking yourself out to make sure you looked at least-semi decent.

You were in one of Harry’s Love on Tour t-shirts that you’d bought for yourself, because you couldn’t help but be nothing but proud of your fiancé. You complained at how long it took to ship, but now that you had it you rarely took it off your body. You were also wearing a pair of cotton shorts, which normally you wouldn’t but you didn’t want to violate livestream guidelines.

“Wow there’s already 42k of you. Hope you’re all doing okay and if you’re not then that’s okay too. I hope this will cheer you up even just a little.” You arranged the products next to your phone, on the bathroom counter that you’d propped it up against, so it would be easier to see and pick up what you’re talking about. “Um, no sorry Harry is currently out so he can’t join but i’ll tell him that you asked what his favourite fruit was. If I had to guess, it would be bananas.”

Your phone suddenly dinged with a notification and you noticed it was from Harry. You furrowed your eyebrows as you diverted your attention away from the live and towards your fiancé for a brief moment.

H🤍: It’s strawberries, actually.

You didn’t understand for a moment, but you let out a big ‘oh’ in revelation. You went back to the livestream and went onto who was watching it and sure enough Harry’s instagram account was at the very top. You smiled, because Harry never really uses social media but if he does it’s because of you or PR. You’re the only person who’s notifications he has on for social media and so he must’ve seen the one for you starting a love and joined.

“Turns out H is watching and he says his favourite fruit is actually strawberries.” You returned your gaze back to the questions and comments that were flooding in at a rapid pace. “Oh I don’t think Harry even knows how to request to join my live, let alone want to do it. He’s quite busy today as you might have guessed.” You laughed as everyone started commenting stuff about Pleasing.

“So yes. I am here with you because I want to unbox my Pleasing package- okay that sounded weird didn’t it? H? Pleasing, really? Anyways—”

H🤍: Had to name it in relation to you somehow.

You blushed, but kept your mouth private. Some comments weren’t meant to be shared so publicly with his fans, unlike others.

To keep you distracted you picked up the packaging and held it in front of the camera, screaming like a fan girl as you did so. You held it up in different angles, holding it still because you knew some fans loved to take screenshots of moments like this.

“Look at how sexy this is everyone. I mean… Good job H, good job.” You smiled and you knew that Harry would be smiling too.

Harry had spent so much of his time and dedication to this amazing company. He wanted to create something permanent under his name and something that could be carried on for years and years to come. Originally it was going to be just a way to invest his money, but he quickly realised it was so much more to him than that. He was building a community and a safe place for himself, but also for thousands of people globally. With a little persuasion from you, he became a full-time employee of the business and worked a full year to help design products, crunch an unhealthy amount of numbers and package in factories.

Although that had been a ridiculously busy year for him and for you too, he had succeeded in making something beautiful. Something exciting. Something pleasing. You were so proud of him and you made sure to tell him every day.

Looking back at the screen as you pulled your mind away from your delightful thoughts, you scrolled through what some of the comments were saying. A lot of them agreed that it was gorgeous and sleek and heavenly, but others were complaining that it wasn’t worth the price. Harry had told you not to address the issue of pricing though, knowing it was a tricky situation to talk around, so you ignored those the best you could. You knew Harry had done as much as he could to get prices low, but his marketing team were very strict and tight and admitted to Harry that their financial plan would allow prices to decrease but only after one financial year.

You began opening it, squealing when you looked inside. At first you saw a little card and then a t-shirt right behind it. You started reading the card, but realised it was a lot more personal than other people’s PR letters would be and so you stopped before you could get really choked up on camera.

“Okay, wait, I need to go change t-shirt’s hang on.” You rushed out of the bathroom, not changing in front of everyone considering you weren’t exactly wearing a bra on underneath. Once you’d put it on and placed your Love on Tour t-shirt carefully on the bed, you came back for a dramatic entrance and pretended you were on the runway. You could see a message that Harry sent too popping up.

H🤍: Damn

“New favourite t-shirt alert everyone! I love how Pleasing is written across my tits too— oops,” You realised you’d probably said something that violated guidelines, “Instagram please don’t sue me. I just love m’boobs that’s all.” You explained, which probably made it ten times worse but also how could they bash you for being a proud woman.

H🤍: I love your boobs too

You laughed and had to cup your hand over you mouth to soften the cackle, when you read Harry’s text. You shook your head as you picked up the box and started to unbox it more. Everyone knew that you weren’t too clued up in the makeup or cosmetic department, so it was no surprise when you went through each item not having a clue what it was or what it would do.

“Okay first we have this set of…” Buttplugs, you mentally said, “Wait what is this?” You questioned to yourself, putting the box down to play around with one of the, what you’d soon find out to be, nail varnishes. “Look at this packaging. Woah.” You tilted it to the camera. Everyone was telling you what it was and it made you laugh that they knew more about your fiancé’s products than you did. “Nail varnish, got you.”

You opened it up and smelt it, biting your lip as you nodded your head in love of that smell. You held up each nail varnish to the camera and even started painting your nails to see what the colours were like. You had painted a full hand, showing it to the viewers, before switching to your non dominant hand for painting.

“Oh dear. H normally paints my nails so I am genuinely so terrible at this.” You admitted as you smudged yet another nail. You huffed, knowing that Harry would be finding this far too amusing.

You looked up to the comments and saw that people were complimenting your nail art, whilst others were begging you to send them a PR box because they were too broke too buy one themselves.

“Uh sometimes i’ll paint H’s nails yeah, but i’m not good at it at all.” You replied to a comment that you’d seen. “He very much likes doing it himself. Finds it therapeutic and all that. You know what he’s like.” You waved your hand as if to say you didn’t need to go into that much detail, because sometimes the fans knew more about Harry’s behaviour than you did. That terrified you.

You and Harry did have a very open relationship though. From the get go there had been no hiding, because from the get go you knew you’d be it for each other. You didn’t come from much, but you’d worked hard to get where you wanted to be and happened to meet Harry through the same industry. It was fate really.

Harry didn’t use social media much, but when he did he was often posting candid photos of you on his Instagram stories or tweeting lyrics from an unreleased song that was about you and would be remaining unreleased because it was just for you. He had a second Instagram account, with only about 25 followers form his closest family members and friends, that he used for posting about your relationship. He liked keeping you as close to his heart as possible when he could, but also didn’t mind showcasing you to the world because how could he not?

“Okay what do we think?” You asked, pointing your fingers up to the camera for everyone to see.

H🤍: Beautiful, like you

You smiled and then looked down to hide your blush. Moving onto the next item, you carefully placed the nail varnishes to the side.

“What is this?” You picked up a bottle with lots of little pearls inside. “Am I supposed to make a necklace with them or summat?” You questioned, hoping the fans would help you out. “You’re all saying it’s a pearlescent illuminating serum, but that means nothing to me. Harry help!” You laughed, opening the bottle and wondering how you even worked the contraption.

H🤍: You are such a bloody nuisance, you know that right?

H🤍: I’ve requested to join your live

H🤍: Oi let me in

You scrolled through your requested list until you found Harry. You accepted him and waited for his face to pop up on the screen. He rarely came on lives so this was very special for you, him and the fans and especially on such an important day in Harry history. You watched your viewers jump from 56k to 123k within the space of a minute.

“Why are you wearing my jumper?” You asked without greeting him, noticing him wearing your old university hoodie.

He was clearly sat in an office, the hood of his hoodie pulled up so you could only see a few curls poking out underneath. He looked tired, but he also looked very excited and full of love. He kept on glancing around the room, no doubt to the voices you could hear mumbling in the background.

“Yeah hi and love you too.” Harry rolled his eyes, but you knew that he was just messing.

“Love you H. Now help me please.” You pouted, trying to figure out what an earth you were doing.

“Okay so you’re going to put maybe two pumps on your fingers and then rub it gently into your skin, in areas where you want to feel a little more replenished and brighter.” He explained, smiling when you were copying what he said.

“Oh damn Styles. This feels good.” You admitted, walking to the bathroom mirror to see yourself better. You also admitted that you looked better too after barely applying anything.

“You could’ve said it was pleasing, love. That would’ve been more on brand.” He replied sarcastically, making you want to flip him the bird but held off due to better judgement.

You walked back over and posed in front of the screen and you noticed Harry screenshotting a few captures of your face.

“Doesn’t it fee like we’re on face-time H?” You asked, still checking over your skin which did seem to be glowing a little bit better.

“Not when there’s an extra 123k people here, no.” He chuckled, watching you pull out the next item too. “Can I go or d’you need me for this one too?”

“If you don’t want to be with me, just say.” You replied dramatically, making Harry chuckle with your act. It you weren’t careful there would be a news headline tomorrow about how you threatened to break up with Harry but then again you really didn’t care and it would be entertaining.

“Well you are a bit clueless in the cosmetic department, love, and i’m starting to think that might be a dealbreaker.” He pretended to say, but you didn’t have a clue how to jokingly respond so instead you kicked him off your live.

You went back to showing the final product, before you were getting bombarded by texts from Harry.

H🤍: Baby?

H🤍: Did you really just do that?

H🤍: Y/N L/N…

H🤍: (Soon to be Y/N Styles)

H🤍: Baaabbeee

H🤍: Wait are you actually mad?

You turned off your notifications to get through the final product, before you wrapped up the live. The heavily chaotic live - at least from your perspective. People were thanking you for showing them the products, bringing them a smile to their faces and some even thanked you for giving them a glimpse of Harry today. It was always so fun to see Harry in his every day life, rather than just through magazines or shows.

After you’d done the final product and sat and answered some of the fans burning questions, you decided to wrap up.

“Thank you so much for joining me today everyone! I always have so much fun with you all. Hopefully i’ve not discouraged you from purchasing anything from Pleasing. H worked really hard on this and please show him any support you can. You’re all amazing and take care and be safe. Bye bye!” You waved, blowing a few kisses before you turned off the live.

You sighed a breathe of relief, before walking to go make yourself a cup of tea before you had to clean up the mess in the bathroom. You took your phone with you and turned on the record player that attached to the house system sound speakers. As The Beatles music started to play through the house, the front door opened and you called out to see who it was. A few close friends and family members had keys to your house too, just in case they needed to drop something off, so you weren’t entirely sure who it could be.

“Hello?”

You heard fast footsteps into the kitchen and looked at the kitchen doorway to see your fiancé walk into the room.

“Everything alri—” You were about to ask, before Harry came up to you and smashed his lips onto yours. He held you close, by cupping your cheeks tight, and your hands went to balance on his forearms as he continued to crush your lips with his. He tasted wonderful and sweet and all things nice. As he pulled away, after a very long few seconds, you were slightly dazed by how much love and passion you’d just been gifted. “Well that was nice.”

“Just had to come tell you that I love you. So fucking much.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled so bright, thinking about how he’d just driven across town just to tell you that he loved you.

“Yeah? Good thing I fucking love you too.”

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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Omg hi you replied to me! That made my day I love your work! Can you do an imagine where you’re sick with a stomach bug and the guys all take care of you and baby/Pamper you?

Hi love ! Sorry it took me some time to write this. But I hope you like it xx

Life on the road is not easy. Especially when you’re performing every night, recording overnight and filming a documentary. You and the boys were currently in the middle of the UK leg of the Where we are tour, and you were dead tired. You'd just finished a show in Manchester, and you were currently in your bunk on the bus, starting to fall asleep. Everybody was sleeping, so the bus was very quiet when suddenly you heard a voice.

Y/N I’m sorry to wake you but I need you in the recording booth. Damn ! Even in your dream you were still thinking about work ! Except that this was not a dream. You felt a hand, shaking you awake, and Julian your producer, spoke again. You could hear in his voice that he was sorry. Angel I’m so sorry for this, but can you wake up ?

Hmm, what time is it ? You rolled around, almost falling out of the tiny bed, your eyes still closed.

It’s a little after midnight, you’ve been asleep for 20 minutes. I’m sorry darling

It’s ok, I’ll get up.

I appreciate it. I’ll wait for you in the room. He said, walking away and exiting the bus. The recording room, was, actually a hotel room. You could have slept in one of them but you had been so exhausted after the show that you stayed on the bus parked outside the hotel. Getting out of bed was torture, your head was killing you and your body was screaming at the effort. Looking up you saw Ben, with his camera, filming you for the This Is Us documentary. You gave him a tired smile.

Is it ok if I film this ? He asks

Yeah yeah, it’s ok, gosh I’m so tired you said speaking quietly to not wake your bandmates, who had the same idea as you and were currently sleeping in their bunks. As you exited the bus Ben asked you a question to film some content.

So angel what is happening now ?

We’ve just finished a show in Manchester a few hours ago, and now it’s my turn to record my parts for the new album, so I’m going to our little studio on the road, most commonly known as Julian’s room to do that.

You kept walking, until you reached the room, to be honest, you were extremely tired, it was the 3rd night in the row that you had to do a show and then record because management was dead set on having the album finished as quick as possible. And the barely 9 hours of sleep in the last 72 hours were starting to take a toll on your body. You had felt nauseous all day, and had barely eaten a thing because of that. But that’s life on the road you said to yourself, you’re living the dream, don’t complain.

As you entered Julian’s room, you were greeted by him and the sound technician.

I need you for Best Song ever and the chorus of Happily babe.

You nodded, grabbing the headset and getting behind the mic. You recorded for 3 hours, singing at the top of your voice. Best Song Ever was a bitch, you couldn’t seem to get the high note right and you were getting extremely irritated because your throat was starting to hurt.

I’m sorry J you said with tears in your eyes, your stomach hurting.

It’s ok babe he said turning around but his eyes widen when he saw your face, Y/N are you ok ? You look really pale !

Yeah, yeah, I’ll try it one more time if you'd like, your voice cracking at the end.

No, no you’re exhausted, your going to damage your throat, it’s ok you go get some sleep and we’ll continue that tomorrow.

You let out a sigh of relief. When suddenly your stomach churned and you ran to the little bathroom. You barely made it to the toilette before you started puking your guts out.

Julian was quick to be by your side and pull your hair back, just has another wave of nausea hit you.

Ok, babe, breath. He said running his hand on your back. I’m going to get someone to help

Please don’t it’s OK it’s just the fatigue of the last few days I’m going to go to bed and I’ll be better by tomorrow morning

You slowly made your way to the bus your stomach empty and your head killing you. Once inside, you crashed into your bunk making as little noise as possible knowing that the five boys were sleeping.

After what felt like 20 minutes of sleep, you heard Paul’s voice inside the bus

Guys it’s seven you need to wake up you have a radio interview to do in an hour !

You couldn’t help the groan that came out of your mouth. Your entire body was hurting, your throat felt like it was on fire and you wanted to puke just thinking of getting out of bed.

The curtain of your bunk was opened a few seconds later, Paul's face bearing a concerned expression.

Y/N, darling, Julian told me what happened last night, how do you feel ?

Not that good…You said, but you couldn’t recognize the voice that came out of you. It was raw, and when you talked it felt like the inside of your throat was scratched with sandpaper. Paul gently places a hand on your forehead.

Darling you’re burning up ! I’m going to call a doctor, and we are going to take you to the hotel to rest, I’ll be back ! Paul left with his phone already near his ear. And I started to close my eyes again, but a soft voice brought me back, along with a hand brushing a few hairs away from my eyes.

Hey Angel, what’s wrong ?

Lou, you shouldn’t be near me, I think I’m sick

It’s ok darling, he kept his hand in my hair gently massaging it, making you close your eyes, You’re going to be fine.

Completely exhausted, you fell asleep very quickly not knowing that the other 4 boys were standing right next to Louis, watching you.

Liam was the first to break the silence of the bus. We should get going and let her rest. Not making a move to go, still watching you sleep.

It wasn’t until Paul came back to the bus, forcing the boys to leave and get ready, that they left you.

A doctor came an hour later, checking on you, and taking you to the hotel room helping you to bed with Paul’s help and placing an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated. His diagnostic made Paul boil in anger. Exhaustion.

According to the doctor, all you needed was a lot of rest, and you should be better the next day. But the big brother/babysitter knew that when the boys found out about that they’ll be pissed. Like him.

Meanwhile, the boys were being interviewed. And of course, the first question was about your absence.

After the boys told the man that you were resting because you had been sick, they answered the other questions, but none of them were really focused on the interview, but mostly on the girl lying in bed at the hotel.

Niall was the first to apologize to the man. Sorry we’re a little distracted, it’s early in the morning and it’s weird not having Y/N with us.

Yeah, when any of us is sick or feeling down she’s the one who takes care of us, we just want to get back to her quickly. Zayn added

Harry chuckled before adding And she’s also the one usually keeping us in check during interviews

This made the boys laugh, because it was true. You always took care of them whether it was during interviews that made them uncomfortable or on the tour bus and even on stage when they fell.

The interview lasted one hour. The longest hour the boys ever had to sit through. Finally, the last question came.

So what are you going to do for the rest of the day, your next show is tomorrow so you have a day off today. Anything exciting planned ?

They didn’t need to talk to each other to know what they were going to do after this.

Zayn was the first to speak. Well we are going to see Y/N obviously

Yeah we’re going to nurse her back to health and then probably sleep all day, because we had to get up really early, Niall haded.

They all got up, and started walking back to the parking lot to get back to the cars. They were surprised to see Paul waiting for them outside.

Hey Paul ! How is Angel ? Harry asked pinching his bottom lips between his fingers

The look on the tour dad, made them all fear the worst. Boys I’m going to need all of you to stay calm. Y/N is fine, she is resting at the hotel right now.

Well that’s good no ? Why are you asking us to stay calm ? So does she has the flu or something ?

No Liam, she doesn’t have the flu, according to the doctor she suffered from exhaustion. And I talked to Julian, Y/N has been recording all night for the past three days. According to him she barely slept, and her body couldn’t handle it.

To say the boys were shocked was an understatement. They knew first hand that management has been pressuring them for the next album, but this pressure was costing you your health and that pissed them off.

Those fucking wankers ! That was all Louis could say. We are touring, filming a fucking movie and recording an album they need to give us a fucking break !

Yes I know, that’s why I called Syco and told them that you will be taking a two weeks break on the recording of the new album. Now let Y/N rest, I’m going to take you back to the hotel.

Before we go back, can we make a few stops ? Niall asked a smile making it's way on his face.

Your head was pounding. Your throat was dry. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve said this was a bad hangover. You opened your eyes, well-tried because as soon as you opened them you had to close them again, the room was too bright. Too bright. With your dry throat the only thing you could say was a small Ouch. But it was enough to alert the five boys present in the room.

You opened your eyes a second time, feeling pressure on your hand. A hand with an anchor tattooed on the wrist. Hey you, Harry softly said, smiling at you.

Hey Angel, Liam said gently on the other side of the bed. Handing you a glass of water. How are you feeling ?

Did we go out drinking last night ? Because if we did I drank way too much you answered with a smile after drinking a bit of water.

Babe, it would have been way funnier if you didn't look like shit Louis said smiling at the end of the bed.

Oi ! That what I thought ! What are you five idiots doing in my room while I’m sleeping ? It’s creepy !

Niall was the first to roll his eyes, but walked to the bed to offer you a cookie that you took, grateful, because you were really hungry. We are here to nurse you back to health Angel.

Well the service is disappointing, considering the lack of sexy nurses costumes. That brought a smile to the boys faces. What should we do then doctors ?

Well, we got you food, movies, and our delightful company darling, what do you want to do first ? Louis asks with a smile sitting at the end of the bed.

Well right now I going to use the bathroom, you said getting up. Your movement alerted the five boys that all got up to help you. Alright boys, as much as I love you, I don’t think our friendship extends to helping me pee.

But what if you fall in there ? Harry asked frowning

I’m a girl, I sit down to pee, I’m not going to fall. Give me 2 minutes and I’ll come back to bed. You took the IV pole and rolled it to the bathroom. True to your words, you were back in the room 2 minutes after. Opening the door, what you saw brought a smile to your face. Liam, Harry and Niall were laying on your king-size bed, surrounded by cookies and sandwiches. Louis was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Zayn working on the TV.

Louis got up and walked the few feet to you opening his arms, and hugging you tight. How are you feeling Angel ?

Tired but better than last night you said keeping your head on his neck. He brought you back to the bed, where you laid down in between Harry’s legs, your head resting on a small pillow.

So what are we watching ?

Disney movies babe, Zayn answered while he took a place on Niall, while Louis did the same on Liam. You were sandwiched between them.

You spend the entire Little Mermaid, eating cookies, drinking water and joking with your boys. Harry was gently stroking your hair, while Louis and Zayn were each holding your hands. By the time Aladdin started on the screen you were asleep. And so were the boys. That’s how Paul found you a few hours later, all cuddled up on the bed.

Your adoptive father on the road couldn’t help but smile, at the sight. His five grown boys and angel, finally getting some rest. The song you all wrote together couldn’t be more true that day. « If you ever feel alone, don't. You are never on your own. »

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Can you do something where Y/N is sick and Harry has to take care of her please?

i actually had written something similar to this before so i present you a lengthy blurb;

You were pretty sure if you got invited in to hell it would feel something like this.

Hot. Sticky. But chilled.

You had come down with a concerningly high temperature. Along with the added luxuries of a deafening headache, cold sweats and an upset tummy. Your body was burning all over, as if it had just been freshly cooked in the oven but you felt colder than ice. It was a confusing juxtaposition, but there it was.

You'd called Harry, since he was in the studio recording his new music and asked him to come home early. You didn't even get to the reasoning of why he should come home before he hung up, telling you he was already vacating the premises. You hated to be that needy girlfriend who had to call about nearly everything, but Harry loved it more than anything. He loved the fact that you needed him. It gave him purpose, apparently .

You couldn't work out whether you regretted asking him to come home, or whether it was a blessing. It was a very fine line.

It was a blessing because, he looked after you like a mother would her child and made sure he stood by your side any time you found yourself lurched over a toilet. He made you chicken soup from scratch and even tested it to make sure it wasn't too hot, or salty - despite being a vegetarian himself. He even made you honey and lemon tea, which he had to run to the store for the honey. When you say run, you mean run. He didn't want to leave you alone at all, so he put on his running shoes and sprinted to the shop and back. However, it was a slight regret because of how fussy he was over you. He loved it to bits - nursing to your every need.

You truly believed you didn't deserve Harry. He was just too kind and pure for his own good. You were unarguably lucky. Laying on what felt like your death bed, didn't feel so lucky though.

It was now 10 pm and you could hear Harry turning on the alarm for downstairs, the loud beeping noise preventing you from sleep. That's all you'd done all day. Sleep. You thought it'd be more magical than it was. It was just uncomfortable though, because of how cold and hot you were.

Your much better looking other half trudged through the bedroom door within a minute of the alarm going off. He was only wearing checkered pyjama bottoms and a white t-shirt and yet he made it look like Gucci Runway 2021.

The jingling of keys signalled Charlie was also present. Charlie was your 2 year old Golden Retriever. He was beautiful. When you and Harry has moved in together 2 years ago you'd managed to persuade him to get a dog. Within a few weeks of moving in you had a 5 month old puppy running around your house. He was your best friend, no doubt about it. He was also ridiculously photogenic.

"Hey Chaz!" You cooed as Charlie walked over to your side of the bed, where you were snuggling down under the sheets. You reached out your hand to give him some loving and attention. You could tell by the small smile and sparkling eyes that he was one happy boy.

"Alright, buddy. Let's leave mum alone." Harry came behind Charlie to manoeuvre him into his bed, which was in the corner of the room. It was more like a big cushion. He started to whine after being forced to leave you - having not seeing you all day. Harry was strict in keeping him downstairs so not to disturb you whilst you were sleeping.

"H it's alright, let him on the bed. He can curl up on my feet." You sympathised with Charlie, as you always did, hating to hear or see him upset. Harry was like the 'bad-cop' when it came to parenting Charlie, because you were too sweet to say no to him.

"You're one spoilt boy, aren’t you?" Harry messed around with Charlie, before telling him he could get up on the bed to see you. Charlie leapt on the bed and wandered over to give you all the kisses he could, before Harry came to calm him down - as you really didn't have the strength.

"I missed you too, Chaz." You quietly laughed, not wanting to set your headache off even more.

"You gonna let me kiss mum now?" Harry rhetorically asked, but as he came over to you Charlie laid down on you so your face was buried underneath his body. You could feel him panting with his adorable tongue out above you, as he hid you from Harry.

"Someone's jealous."

"Feeling like a bloody third wheel over here." Harry tutted and you laughed until you got hot with the movement.

"Harry? Can you move him please?" You whined as you tried to shuffle around.

"Okay Chaz. Let's let mum get some sleep, alright?" Charlie is slowly removed from you and ends up curled on top of your feet, keeping them warm for you.

Harry slipped into the covers and shuffled his way over to you, putting the back of his hand over your forehead and hissing quietly at the simple touch.

"Baby you're so hot." Harry complained.

"I know." You teased with a wink at him, taking his worry out of context and turning it into a flirting compliment.

"Oh piss off!" He chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you closer. "What am I going to do with you, baby?" Harry then planted only a few delicate kisses to your lips - not wanting to overwork you and your tired body.

••••

You woke up with drowsy eyes to find you're in bed alone.

Your throat was incredibly dry and your whole body was sticky from sweat. Your pyjamas were damp and your face looked like it'd just been drowned in a rainstorm. It was disgusting. Still, you brought the duvet up to cover yourself more, as you let out a dramatic shiver. Why was it so cold?

Mixed into the background noise you could hear the cheering of crowds and it really confused you, until you looked at the wall and noticed the football was playing on re-run on the TV. Manchester United Vs Manchester City. You hated that you knew that just from their football uniforms, but that's what you get for living with a football-crazed boyfriend.

You noticed Harry emerge from the bathroom, a washing up bowl in his arms. He came and sat down in bed, the bucket of water to his side. "What are you doing?" You quietly asked, peering up at him through tired eyes.

"Oi, you're meant to be sleep y’minx." Harry told you off.

"I can't. I'm too uncomfortable. I'm hot, but i'm cold. I also find it hard to sleep without you next to me." You huffed out in annoyance.

"My poorly baby." He leant down to kiss your forehead, "c’mere, baby." He urged.

He helped you move, seeing as your body was really weak, so you could lay down against Harry’s body. He was sat up against the headboard as you nestled down between his legs, your back to his front. It was a lot more comfortable than before - probably because Harry was closer to you. Charlie noticed the disturbance and waited for you to stop moving around, before maintaining the job of guarding your feet.

Once he was happy in his position he fell asleep again, making you jealous of his ability to do that. Especially now.

"Why's the football on?" You asked, motioning towards the TV.

"Had to keep myself awake somehow." He explained, but it only made you more confused.

"Why?"

"So I can take care of you, y’muppet." His words actually melted your heart - more than chocolate could melt on your forehead right now.

After you'd settled, Harry reached into the bucket and drained out a cloth. He made sure all the excess water was cleared before moving it away from the bucket. You hummed in appreciation when he placed it against your forehead, rotating it to the back of your neck also in order to relax and cool you. It made you realise just how hot you were.

"I think i'm dying, Harry." You groaned as the nausea came over you again. Harry kept a firm hold of the cloth on your forehead, dabbing gently and careful to not let any water drip down into your eyes.

"No you're not, baby." Harry gave you a light-hearted laugh.

"Well, living shouldn't feel as shitty as this H." You grumbled, not appreciating his lack of understanding.

“Then just let me take you to the chuffing hospital!" He exclaimed, making Charlie stir slightly.

Harry had been demanding you go to the hospital all day and all evening, but you were too stubborn to go. That, and you were terrified of hospitals - more terrified of needles and blood than anything else. However, you were starting to reach the point where you were giving in to his request, though. It was becoming unbearable to sleep and harder to breathe. You were worried for yourself.

"I don't like it." You pouted like a child, as Harry wrung the cloth through the fresh water again.

"I don't care whether you like it or not, Y/N, I really think we should go. More like need." Harry insisted and you could tell he wasn’t giving up without a fight. You didn’t want that either.

You hated how he was right.

It was only going to get worse from here, and you didn't really want to be alive when that was going you happen, so going to the hospital to get checked over and drugged up seemed like the best option to go for. The more sensible option.

"Fine." You finally accepted, Harry slinking his arms tight around your waist after discarding the cloth in to the bucket. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck and planted an abundance of kisses there, your skin burning just to the touch.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." He repeated in-between kisses.

•••••

It took 20 minutes to get in to the car. 20 minutes.

All because Charlie was reluctant to letting you get up and go. So Harry had to dress you into a more appropriate attire, with a dog sat on your lower body. It was then half an hour later that you were in the hospital.

The hospital was quiet at this time of night and for that you were grateful. It was obviously a night where little numbers of people were doing silly things to get themselves hurt. There was the odd patient for a minor cut injury and there were a couple of people in for burns. There was even a woman in because she accidentally superglued her hand to a bottle of superglue - ironic, but painful.

You sat patiently on Harrys lap, waiting for someone to escort you to a cubicle. You were freezing cold, to the point where your teeth were chattering - your outside body was giving off the opposite temperature. You tried to get as close to Harry's warmth as possible, pushing your body against his.

"You're alright baby." Harry shushed you, as you let out a small tremble.

"If I do die—"

"Which you won't." Harry chuckled.

"I know, but if I did I want you to know that I love you." You told him. Even though he's heard you say it a million times before, it still made his heart flutter as you spoke each word.

"I love you, baby." He kissed the side of your head. "But you're going to be just fine, so no more talking about you dying okay?"

"Why? It's only a natural thing." You pointed out.

"Sure, but I don't want to think of a world without my girl living in it. So zip it before I make you."

You never thought of dying as a world without Harry before now and it wasn't the time to start thinking about it either. It was a horrible thought and you understood why Harry didn't want you speak about it. That world would be so dark and empty and you hated thinking about it.

Harry was called to the front desk to fill in some forms for you, since your hands were too cold and shaky to do it for yourself. He accidentally wrote 'Styles' as your second name, before realising his mistake and scribbling it out.

“Shit.” Harry went red in the face and chuckled over his silly mistake. His hand was shaky and you smiled at how he got so flustered over something so simple. You rested your hand on top of his, bringing his attention to you.

“One day.” You told him and he leaned to give you a kiss on the lips. You couldn’t help but feel like his lips were a future promise to make sure he wouldn’t have to scribble out his second name the next time it was written next to yours.

The doctor saw you shortly afterwards and you thanked your lucky stars that there was no injections or removal of any blood involved, Harry sticking with you the whole time. Turns out you were suffering from a moderate fever, but the doctor said with good rest it should pass. The doctor had given Harry permission to make a big fuss over you - explaining how he was going to love it and you were going to hate it - and to make sure to come back with even the slightest worsen of the fever. You got given a prescription list of various medications that you'd need to take over the next week or so. After collecting the drugs, you were back in the car on the way home.

"Told you you weren't going to die." Harry smiled, happy to have you still by his side, whilst holding your hand over the gear console.

"Unfortunate for you, I guess."

"Will you shut you, y’bloody nuisance. You know I can't do life without you, Y/N." He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tighter to assure you that he's going nowhere.

"Same here." You smile at him and he smirks back at you with his dimple-loving smile.

"You’ll always be it for me, baby." Harry speaks, before you drift back off to sleep.

Happily.

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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masterlist.

a/n: this was going to be longer, but i just couldn’t get myself to do such a long piece. honestly, there’s not a lot of harry mentioning, but it’s still a fun piece, i’m just giving you crumbs. this isn’t the peak of my writing, especially since this is my first time doing second person POV, tumblr is making me try things id never thought i’d do!!

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Y/N Y/LN Keeps A Straight Face While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones

The interview begins with you sat across Sean Evans, the line up of sauces making your heart beat a little faster, not sure how much spice you were actually able to bear.

“Hey everybody! Today we are joined by Y/N Y/L/N, who you may recognise from too many movies and shows to name! She is an Oscar nominated actress, Emmy Award Winner, and an overall talented person. Her most recent project, Don’t Worry Darling which comes out this September 23rd, is coming in no time, so don’t forget to buy your tickets.” Sean introduces you, a stifled laugh leaving your lips. “Y/N welcome to the show!”

“Thank you very much! I’m quite nervous right now, my manager said this could get spicy really quick, but I’m not sure what she meant by that.” You grinned, that signature, award winning smile plastered on your face.

“That depends on how good you are with spicy food, do you have a high tolerance?”

“I think so? It’s not something that scares me while ordering food, but I’m not actively seeking it. But seeing all of these hot sauces is making me sweat just a tad bit much right now.”

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“I’ve actually watched a couple of the Hot Ones interviews.” You confess, making Sean look impressed that you watched that sort of content.

“Now I have to know more, this is one of the best compliments I’ll get in a lifetime.” He then mutters something you didn’t quite get, but it seemed like a praise towards you.

“Well yeah, I sometimes scroll through Youtube, see it pop up, and someone I like is on the cover and I just click it. I used to go ‘Wow, thank god my manager would never make me go on that, don’t think my spice tolerance is that good’, but now I’m here so it seems like the tables have turned for me!”

“I guess I don’t have to tell you how this works, or which sauces go first then.”

“I’ve taken some work off your hands!” You say with a laugh.

“Let’s take a bite then, shall we?” Sean asks, while you nod your head and grab the first wing.

You take a bite, realising it wasn’t all that bad. In fact, it wasn’t bad at all, there was a hint of spice but nothing you couldn’t handle.

“Okay so how are we feeling with wing number one?”

“Pretty good, my confidence level is on a solid 8 for now.” You just knew you would take your words back a couple of wings later, but maybe if you lied to yourself a little it wouldn’t be that hard.

“You said in an interview a while back that you enjoyed cooking, especially spicy food because it was funny seeing how some people crumbled when eating certain dishes. Who would you say had the funniest reaction?”

“I once cooked for Taylor Swift, she’s a good friend of mine who I’ve learnt doesn’t take spice as well as she says she does.” You admit, and if anyone wasn’t watching the interview and just hearing it, they’d almost be able to hear your smile. “I made a dish, I might’ve messed up the amount of chillies I put on it, and I didn’t realise it was that bad until she had tears in her eyes, I felt horrible about it!”

“Did she tell you it was too spicy?”

“She was trying to be nice about it, she was full on coughing, and her words were of comfort because she didn’t want me to feel bad!” Everyone in the room lets out a laugh at your words, nobody was really surprised to know that Taylor was just that sweet.

“Would you say Taylor is one of your closest friends in the industry?” It was a tough question, because being a close friend was such a different question for someone like you, someone who did what you did.

“She’s been through a lot with me, I’ve been through a lot with her. Sometimes we don’t talk as often as we would like, but when we do it’s like we had talked everyday.”

“You met all the way back in 2014, right?”

“At the Met Gala, it was my first one, it wasn’t hers though. We sat at the same table, we talked all throughout it, and the rest is history.”

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The second wing had proven to still be bearable. You weren’t quite sure when you would get hit with all the heat, but you were enjoying your time so far.

“Don’t Worry Darling was a process that took a while to make because of Covid. In fact, filming had to stop because a crew member tested positive, making you have to go through a quarantining process. What was it like filming with such heavy health regulations?”

“It was hard, nothing was really like it used to be. Filming was still fun, but there were many things I hadn’t actually taken notice of until Covid started.” Your brows furrowed, a crease on your forehead present. “Kissing scenes were different, probably the ones we had to be the most precise while filming. They had us take a disinfectant mouthwash, which was very minty, at least it ensured your partner wouldn’t have bad breath!” You joked, lightening the mood of a heavy question.

“Was there a limit for the amount of times you could film such scenes?”

“For sure, we tried to make them work each time, there really wasn’t a lot of goofing around because it was a health risk just to film them. You couldn’t just improvise a kiss, you would have to consult with your partner if they were comfortable with the possibility of you doing that. Harry was always very respectful of boundaries, he never tried to do anything that crossed a line or could just be awkward in general.”

“Would you say that there had to be a lot of trust involved, more than the usual amount?”

“Of course! Before Covid if you didn’t really like your partner you’d just film the scenes, talk with your intimacy coordinator about what crossed a boundary, what didn’t, and then you would just go on with your day. Now, you need to build a certain trust, like the one you’d have with a friend just to make the experience of filming a good one, and not have to shoot a million times because you can’t get the right look of love, or whatever you’re supposed to convey.”

“That seems like a very exhausting process.” Sean says, and you just nod at his words, knowing that it was exhausting but also made you get to know the love of your life a lot sooner in the process.

“I’m eyeing the third wing very hard right now, I didn’t eat a lot today so this is kind of my lunch.”

“Let’s dig in then!” And that you do.

“Oh! This one hits you instantly, I wasn’t really expecting it.” He laughs at your comment, but mostly at the straight face you had while eating your wing.

“It just keeps on hitting from now on!” You just throw your head back with a laugh, a groan slipping from your lips.

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“I’m gonna ask you a question, is that okay?” Many interviewers didn’t take it very well when you asked them questions, they felt as though you were taking up their job. So you had learnt it was better to ask and be turned down, than asking right away and having someone be mad backstage.

“Go for it!”

“If at some point I drink some milk, is that a sign of me starting to give up?”

“No, definitely not. Most people drink milk to cleanse their palate, we are not gonna shame you on how well you are doing based on if you drink something or not.”

“Alright, I’m not gonna drink anything yet, but good to know.”

“If you don’t drink anything, then I won’t either.” He decided, making you laugh in response, you probably hadn’t laughed so much in an interview in a very long time.

“You are a very private person, do you find it difficult to manage your public life, your work life, from the private one?”

“I’ve gotten better over the years, when I didn’t have the exposure I had now, I didn’t worry about paparazzi catching moments I wanted to keep for myself.”

“Are relationships the hardest part?” There it was, the relationship question, at least it wasn’t a speculation over who it was. That much was appreciated.

“Maybe? If your partner is famous then it probably is, you don’t only have to balance the image you give for yourself but theirs too. If they’re not famous, then people will start spreading rumours over who they are, what they are doing with someone famous, it can become overwhelming very quickly.”

“But you don’t hide your relationships like some do, you just keep them private, is that correct?”

“Yeah, being someone’s secret isn’t nice. I keep the first months private just because you’re still getting to know each other, and having those moments ruined by the public is not what I want.”

“I’m sure that what you do want is this fourth wing!” You were grateful for Sean’s ability to make his guests comfortable, to make the awkwardness not so overbearing.

“I sure do, Sean!”

You both take a bite, the flavours are good and you remain with a straight face, even when the heat does creep up.

“I’m loving the composure you’re maintaining.” You giggle at his words, making him laugh along with you.

“I’ve done years of acting, some things I’ve taken with me.”

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“Are your eyes glossy?” Sean asks, his voice holding a shocked tone.

“What? No!” You respond, your hand over your mouth as you still had food in it.

“Just wondering if the heat is catching up to you, that’s all.”

“I promise, the fifth wing has not gotten to me.”

“You are known to never take things personally, even when asked rude questions you are never rude in return. Does it get tiring to maintain your composure at times?”

“There definitely have been times in which I want to snap at someone, mainly because they’re being rude, but I feel that if you don’t give them the attention they seek they won’t continue their behavior. I mean, most of them catch the hint, some of them are persistent though.”

“That’s a very interesting thought process, is there someone who taught you to do that?”

“Nope! That’s just been me learning over the years, the industry will make you learn things you never thought you’d need to know.” You say with a sigh, looking at the backstage of the set, not at anyone in particular.

“Talking of the industry, what has been the best piece of advice a celebrity has given you?”

“Do not search your name on social media unless your manager says so.” You confess, the tightness in your voice evident.

“Wow, that’s powerful, can you tell us why?”

“Because people are mean, and I know that they say with fame comes hate, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. I sometimes have the urge to go on twitter, see what people are saying about me at the moment, yet you never know what you might see.”

“I can understand that. I can definitely say I’ve looked up my own name, not much has come up as I’d imagine it would for someone with your influence.” Sean praises, your cheeks heating up at the compliment.

“You never know what to expect from the internet. After I did the reading thirst tweets interview, I for sure won’t look up my name.” An uncomfortable laugh is let out, and he just joins in.

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You were just two wings away from finishing the interview. Your cheeks were definitely a redder than they were at the start, sweat was evident on the top of your brows, but you were still taking the challenge like a champ. Or as best as you could, the heat definitely wasn’t really helping with your perception of things.

“You said your confidence level was 8 at the start, what are you at now?”

“Maybe five, five’s good, I feel like sipping some milk but I can still do this.” You say with slight raspiness to your voice.

“You always say fashion is your passion, and with your collaborations over the years with different brands, what was your overall favourite outfit in ‘Don’t Worry Darling’?”

“Tough question, there are many answers, but I’d have to say the fuchsia dress was one of my favourites. It was so beautiful I wanted to take it home with me, but I couldn’t!”

“They wouldn’t let Y/N Y/L/N take a dress?”

“No, they didn’t! Genuinely can’t be mad though, they take time to make, so I completely understand not wanting to ruin a piece someone could’ve spent weeks working on.”

“Did you ever take anything from the set at any point?”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you?” You tease him, which just makes him laugh while shaking his head, “I did take something, yes. Can’t really confess what, but there is one person who knows what it was, and it’s just because they were my partner in crime.”

“So that secret is going right to the grave of two people?”

“That it will!”

“You only have two wings left, so let’s make it one!”

“This sounds so rude, but I cannot wait for this to be over. I’m loving everything about this, but the spice? Fuck no.”

You grab your wing and make a cheering motion, and just take a bite out of it. Maybe you should’ve gone a bit softer on the bite, because the heat kicks you instantly. It feels like a volcano eruption, which makes you feel uneasy about how the last wing will truly be.

“It’s kicking in, isn’t it?” Sean asks

“It is! I don’t know why you’re eating this so willingly, you do this every other day, mate! You don’t have to prove anything to me, I promise.”

“I know I don’t, this is just my job at this point, eating hot wings for a living!”

“You could not pay me enough to do that. Mad respect, truly, if anyone needs a pat in the back, it’s you!” Your voice is nasally, and you’re sure you have a somewhat runny nose by now.

“You seem like a very sweet person, being respectful to those around you is something not all celebrities engage in. Is that something that can become hard to leave behind when filming scenes for characters which aren’t nice at all?”

“It can get hard sometimes. I don’t particularly engage with the whole ‘Method Acting’ thing many people seem to do, I find it to be unnecessary, and it doesn’t look like a fun experience.” You were trying your hardest to not start any drama with your words, but you could just see the headlines twisting your words.

“So you’d say that filming should be fun?”

“Maybe not so much the filming, but the portraying a character. I’ve seen it firsthand when an actor loses who they are because they went too far with the creative process of being a character. We’re all free to do what we please, but if it harms you or others? I draw the line there.”

“Has there ever been a moment where being a character took a toll on you?”

“There have been quite a few, it’s not the nicest experience to be honest. I couldn’t go to work because I just couldn’t bear being called my character’s name. I obviously got over it fairly quickly because there’s not much time for tears when you’re more than halfway into a project.” You gulp, your eyes become glossy all of a sudden, evidently not because of any wing. “This got very emotional quickly, don’t know how that happened.”

This time when you looked backstage, there was a certain someone with his thumbs up looking right at you. A small smile, a fond one, formed right on your lips.

“It’s okay, heavy questions have heavy answers.”

“Something that’s looking quite heavy is this last wing.” Sean laughs at your comment, making the small smile overtake your face in a split second.

“Now you don’t have to do this, but I sometimes add more sauce on the last wing to end it with a bang. Are you willing to join in?”

“I’m gonna regret saying yes, but why not, can’t let you do it alone now.”

The moment you say that he opens the bottle in front of him, and pours some sauce on it. You eye your bottle skeptically, the overwhelming smell of it hitting your nostrils in a split second. You don’t drench your wing like he does, just place a drop of it.

“Cheers!”

You are more cautious with your bite this time, you don’t jump in for such a big bite. You’re sure it looks like a bird is biting the wing, but you’re not about to risk your tongue being burnt off.

Your face is still stoic, and honestly, youre just doing it so your pride is not as hurt when your friends and family watch the interview. You’re sure Harry will be the first one to tease you about something, yet you can’t wait to hear everything he says, especially since he’s getting every single bit of it.

“Your face is not saying much, so how are you?” You can only respond with a cough, which makes Sean laugh.

“Not good over here! I think I’m gonna have to cave in, and drink some milk.” You’re not quite sure why your voice is so hoarse, but it’s a little funny to hear.

“Go for it!”

You gulp the glass of coconut milk, grateful that it’s not cow milk. You never liked the taste of cow milk by itself.

“Fuck’s sake, that’s lovely, best feeling ever!” You breathe out through a quiet laugh, the slightest drops of milk dripping down your face. Someone off-camera gives you a couple of tissues, and you thank them.

“Everything better now?”

“I’m not sure!”

“The good thing is this is over!”

“No more wings?”

“No more wings.”

“I genuinely can’t believe I made it through this, especially after the 8th wing.” You say with a shudder, remembering how it burnt

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“We are finally done!” Sean says, making you know that there’s practically only the credits left.

“Woo!” You cheer, pumping your fists in their air.

“Y/N Y/L/N you’ve conquered this challenge! Anything left you have to say?”

“But your tickets for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ because it’s a great movie, and I’m so excited for all of you to see it!”

“That’s it for today, thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having me.” You say, blowing some kisses to the cameras around you.

The interview ends with a couple of claps, and one of the biggest smiles on your face as you try to hide your face to dissolve the attention from you.

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username1: she’s my fave celebrity, if anyone asks why, i’m sending them this video

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username2: she kept looking at someone behind the scenes, i have the biggest feeling it’s harry

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username3: SAME

username2: especially since they’ve both been spotted a lot together recently…

username4: props to her for being able to conceal her emotions so well, i could never tbh

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username5: the way sean didn’t even have to introduce her as much because she’s such a big household name

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username6: Her outfit looks so good, Rebecca is definitely one of the best stylist’s she’s ever had

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username7: literally so true

username8: top 3 hot ones interviews for sure

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username9: whoever she was looking at, is lucky fr, she looked at them like they were holding the entire world in their hands

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username10: her and taylor’s friendship is everything to me rn

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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Sleeping with H ❣️

If you can’t tell I’m obsessed with fluffy headcannons 🫶

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• The night routine would normally start by one of you falling asleep or drifting off either during a movie or just a simple cuddle on the sofa, for you it was most likely when H was cleaning up after dinner and you found a cosy spot on the sofa. “Sleepy baby” he’d mutter.

• you’d both be so obsessed with watching each other getting ready this would be anytime really but at bedtime it felt more special, it was particularly funny when you watched him shave, “cant help but feel like I’m being watched baby” he’d smile, “getting stage performance pretty boy?”

• Of course there was also the domestic side of you both using the bathroom at the same time. “H can you pass me my cleanser please” “aaaand which one is that” he’d question “the one in front of you that clearly say ‘cleanser’” “there’s about 7 products saying the same thing!!?” “Jesus Christ H”

• When it came too you H was always adamant about you being comfy, feeling okay, always sleeping on a full stomach etc. “d’ya need drink for through the night?” “Ya got enough room love?” “Snacks in the bedside draw for ya m’honey” 🫶🏼

• through the night he’d always, almost be wrapped around you, the familiarity of your hold is so prominent that he stirs or even wakes when he can’t feel you in bed. “Where’d you go?” He whine “jus using the bathroom, go back to sleep now”

• Now he wasn’t particularly loud when he slept, the odd soft snore occasionally but he mostly would blurt out random words and sometimes you’d softly wake and try to hold on your laughter. “ n-no im not the fi-fighting sort” “H what the fuck” you’d whisper with a giggle.

• On nights you’d struggle to sleep or were anxious he’d lay on side, while you’d be on your back and he’d keep his hand on your back using his fingers to trace up and down, he’d often whisper words of affirmation to you just to assure your safe and it’s okay <3

• When he was on tour and you’d follow along, he would occasionally have nightmares, you believed it was because of his adrenaline being on a high most of the time, but when these did occur he’d instantly reach out to his lovie and even just holding her was a relief. “Wanna talk about it baby?” You’d ask playing with his curls “it’s okay, just want to hold yous” 🤧

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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Dating Bucky Barnes would include..

PAIRING: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x reader

WARNINGS: bad grammar

CONTAINS: fluff

SONG: Brooklyn Baby - Lana Del Rey

gif is NOT mine

pictures are NOT mine

he don’t trust someone so fast and he don’t fall in love fast

but when he does, he does it deeply

teddy bear

he’s like a big teddy bear

cuddly, cozy and warm

he would hug you so tight and kiss you all over your face

but then he would realized that he’s very strong and that he have metal arm so he might hug you too tight

so he would apologize and stop hugging you

you quickly hug him around his neck and put your legs around his waist and squeeze him

so that he knows it didn’t hurt you

without you he’s like a lost puppy

he’s following you everywhere

outside, in the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, in - just everywhere

even on toilet

but there you have to say him to wait or stop (P.S. lock the door or he’s gonna open them, sit on the floor and wait until you’re done)

in public he will hold you by the waist

stare at every guy/girl that are looking at you too long

he gets jealous very easily

but he knows how to hide it

he will just stare at the person who is trying to get you

the next day the guy mysteriously disappear

he’s insecure about his scars and his metal arm

kiss them and he would feel much better

massages

going on a walk to the park

holding hands

he likes hold your hand with his ,,real’’ hand

sitting on his lap

help him with his nightmares

every time he have a nightmare he’s sweating very much and shaking

so if you have a ‘hard’ sleep it’s not easy to recognise he have a nightmare

sometimes he would wake you up and tell you about it

but there are nightmares that are very traumatic and scary

so he wakes up screaming and that will 100% wake you up

these nightmares are mostly about you dying or HYDRA do something to you or what HYDRA did to him or that he lose control and turn to a winter soldier again and hurt you

he feels bad when he wake you up

so you hug him tight and swing a little with him

softly hum into his ear

kiss his head and let him calm down before talking to him about it

he would put his arms around your waist

put his head on your belly or snuggle into your neck

after he’s calm and after you two talk about it (If he wants to) he kiss your neck then your lips and thank you

If you want him to sleep all night without nightmares let him hold you in his arms or spoon you

than he will sleep all night

overall he’s very grateful for that he have you

he trust you deeply and he will never let you go (until you want to leave he won’t hold you against your will)

protective bf

he protect you with his life

he can’t lose you, NEVER

he would be lost and you can’t imagine what would happened If he lost you

he would die for you

won’t hesitate to kill for you

cuddles all the time

it’s one of his favourite things to do with you

he loves to softly lay on your belly, hug you around your waist and you playing with his hair

neck kisses ofc!!

he loves hold your thigh

his hands are just on your thigh all the time

he worship you

all you

obsessed over you (in a good way!!)

reading books to each other

teaching him with technology

learning him everything he missed

being his own therapist

watching old movies

slowly dancing on 40′s songs

face masks

cutting and styling his hair

and beard

helping him to heal his wounds

buying him new knives

he’s very proud about his knives collection

teaching you some of his fighting styles and you teaching him some of yours

hand to hand combat

waking up face to face in the morning

‘princess, love, darling, doll, babe, angel’

giving you your favourite chocolate and flowers every time you have a bad day

common bath

running your fingers through his hair all the time

he’s doing the same for you

pizza dates

pizza dates are you two at night in blanket bunker watching some movies while you eating pizza

heart stopping kisses

he let you borrow his dog tags

baking together

when you’re on your period he try so hard to make you feel better

buying everything you need

doing everything you want him to do

if your period cramps are bad as mine and it hurts that much until you vomit he will hold your hair and rub circles on your back

HATES to see you in pain

if he could take those cramps for you he would

not big PDA just holding hands

but he won’t hesitate to show the person he is jealous of that you’re taken

sometimes when he’s talking to Steve or Sam he’ll start rambling about you how he loves you and how amazing you’re

telling each other ‘I love you’ all the time

him laying his head on your lap while you are working

making pranks on Sam

when you are angry at him he will follow you around like a lost puppy until you forgive him

he’ll add some of yours favourite sweets and flowers

you mostly don’t argue

leaves you notes when he have to leave early with some croissant

when he don’t have to leave and he wakes up before you he will make you breakfast

when you wake up before him you let him sleep because he need a big rest

either of you are not a morning person

wearing his hoodies

let you draw on his metal arm with erasable maker

let you paint his nails

when he don’t see you in a crowd of people he is worried

big worries

he knows that you’re strong and you can protect yourself but still

he loves you so so much that I can’t even describe it

♡

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anxious-parker · 2 years

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boyfriend!harry headcanons

he would nuzzle his face into your neck when spooning and then ask to switch so he’s the smaller spoon

he would make you soup when you're sick and get himself sick because he wanted to kiss you even though you told him he'd get sick if you kiss him

if he sees something that reminds him of you he would buy it immediately

“harry i didn’t need a crotchet sweater” “but babe it reminded me of you, look at the little sunflowers”

he has the sweetest pet names for you. angel, sweetheart, lovie, darling, honey. you name it

but your favorite is “my love”. not just love or lovie. HIS love

he’s absolutely obsessed with the great bond you have with anne and gemma and he’s happy his 3 favorite women get along so well

he’s constantly pinching your bum every time he has the chance because he’s just a horny menace

when you’re at a party or any kind of crowded event he would keep his hand on the small of your back all the time to keep you close, he would introduce you to everyone and ask you if you’re okay all the time

he’s also obsessed with telling everyone that you’re his girlfriend

“this is my girlfriend” “i don’t know if you’ve met my girlfriend” “let me introduce you to my girlfriend”

whenever you argue about something he keeps calling you pet names even tho he’s upset

“love you have to understand where i’m coming from” “we just can’t keep having this conversation, baby” “you’re really hurting my feelings right now darling”

you’d never argue for more than a day because he makes sure to communicate all the time

we stablished that he’s a horny menace right? well he would respond with “without me?” when you say you’re going to shower. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME

and of course you guys would shower together all the time because there’s something about harry washing your hair and massaging your scalp

he’s so touchy. he always needs to be touching you somehow, hand on your thigh, the small of your back, the nape of your neck, your hands intertwined. he’s just the clingiest

he would ask you to come with him to a fitting at a gucci store in london and he’d catch you eyeing some shoes or purses and he’d go “found something you like honey? you can get anything you want. it’s on me”

and as much as you refuse to let him buy you expensive stuff he does it anyway because he just loves spoiling you

let’s talk about more things boyfriend!harry would do !!

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when you can’t sleep — boyfriend!harry headcanon

harry LOVES having you close when you sleep, either be spooning close or just having his arm lazily around you, he needs to be touching you somehow during the night

so he always notices when you’re tossing and turning around at night and wakes up immediately because he’s also a light sleeper

“what’s the matter love? are you okay?” he’d say with a raspy sleepy voice and rubbing his eyes

you’d assure him that you’re a okay and tell him to go back to sleep but he’s stubborn and says he’s going to keep you company until you get sleepy

so you both head downstairs and he makes you tea while you sit on the kitchen counter watching his naked back and how his muscles flex as he moves around the kitchen

then he stands between your legs and watches you drink your tea with a sleepy smile and tired eyes

when he’s away and you can’t sleep you’d text him something like “are you busy right now?” and he knows that you’re having trouble going to bed so he’s immediately facetiming you

you guys would stay on facetime just talking to each other until you feel sleepy enough to go to bed

sometimes he’d quietly sing to you while he caresses your hair and rubs your back, and you’re laying your head on his chest so all you can hear is his voice singing sweet melodies and the beating of his heart

if you can’t sleep because of a strong nightmare he would pull you tightly into his chest with a kiss on your forehead while he dries the small tears in your cheeks with his thumb

“it’s okay darling, i’ve got you now, nothing’s going to hurt you”

he’d sing or talk to you until your eyes feel heavy and then he’d peck your forehead, nose and lips and say something like “go to sleep my love, i’ll be here when you wake up”

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Since Harry and 1dbandmember!reader didn't shy away from being close, did any of the fans suspect them to be dating or shipped them during their one direction days? Was there any specific event that occurred that made people question it?

oh for sure bestie. they've been shipped together as earlier as their XFactor days. And she was also shipped with the rest of the boys too, especially Louis since that whole childhood best friends to lovers trope was too good to just not believe in.

Of course interviewers would have no shame in asking inappropriate questions and comments towards the band, especially YN:

"Out of all the boys in the band, who would you want to sleep with, YN?"

"But there's obviously intense amount of sexual tension in the band, right? I mean, look at you guys."

"Alright YN, here's the question that everyone is just dying to know: which 1D boy is the best kisser?"

20% of the time, (non)fans hated on her for being so close to Harry and the rest of the boys, calling her a slut for thinking she slept with all of them and things like that. But the other 80% percent of the time, the fans would ship the two with such a passion that the fandom begun to believe it with no actual confirmation from the band members.

But there were a couple of times during their One Direction days where the two's actions was all the confirmation they needed:

During a show for their Up All Night tour, the two have been talking, making jokes, and laughing all night on stage. Like during one of Niall's short speeches, YN would quickly walk over to Harry, take out his ear-piece, leaning up on the tips of her toes to say something close to his ear that would leave him squinting his eyes shut in a laugh.

Or while they all sit on the couch in the middle of the stage (YN sitting down on one of the cushions and Harry sitting on top of the back of the couch) he would tap her on the shoulder and beckon her with a small curl of his fingers. She would already be taking out her ear-piece to lean closer to his bent figure. She would roll her eyes with a smirk at whatever he said and would lean her head back further to reply to his ear. And the fans would just have to stand at their seats with a burning desire to know what they were talking about; it killed them that they couldn't hear their conversations.

But one talking interaction that had the fans scream their heads off was during an interlude before I Want. They get all excited at the sight of Harry drifting over to where YN is leaning against the fancy dining table on stage. He's coming to her from her right so it was a natural instinct to want to speak into her right ear. But with all the ear-piece pulling, YN's skin started to feel irritated. So as she turns to her head so he can say whatever he has to say into her left ear instead, their noses bump together unexpectedly. The fans that captured the interaction pause, zoom in and screenshot what looks to be the two going in for a kiss. The picture circles the Internet for a while and it becomes the first of many fan fiction cover titles.

Another fan favorite interaction fans died over was the infamous human pyramid for their Take Me Home Tour. So at the bottom it was Liam, Harry, YN with Zayn and Louis for the second layer, topped with a blonde Irish lad. Forget the sexual jokes and innuendos thrown YN's way (she would find them kind of funny at times) from the way her face cringed and laughed at the weight of Louis's knee digging into her back.

All the fans cared about was the time when Harry discreetly spread his long fingers over hers in a way of comfort, encouraging her to keep strong, and letting her know that he felt the same pain. The fans who were at the B Stage's barricade zoomed their cameras in on their hands. They were able to capture the way YN's index finger hooked over his pinky and they way Harry's fingers curled to grip hers the best way he could from their position.

And when the Night Changes music video behind the scenes feature for Harry's dates came out, it easily became the most liked bts video from all their music videos for one very specific reason: YN. For the boys who didn't use their actual significant other to film the "you" parts of the video, YN was the stand it. The bts cameraman had filmed a side of view of Harry actually tying the laces of her skates up and bringing her onto the ice with him. Before they actually started to film anything for the official video, the two can be seen slowly circling around the ice as they chat and smile at one another.

There's another shot of the two talking with Ben Winston on the ice and out of nowhere, YN almost loses her footing and Harry's quick to grab onto her forearms. She bursts into a fit of laughter and Harry can't help but join her in it. It's not long before their competitive sides get the better of them and the two start to challenge each other on the ice: who can skate from one end of the rink to the other the fastest, who can do a cleaner spin, who's able to go from skating to a sliding sitting position the fanciest.

And it was stubble things too: the way they glanced and fully looked at one another during interviews, when they gave each other a five high when passing each other on stage, even promotional pictures of the band when they had an arm around one another for a group photo.

Other times it was deeper, look for hidden meanings situations: One Direction songs, tattoos, possible PR stunts.

But one of the major events that happened that made the fandom and other social media outlets question the two's relationship was when they went on a holiday together with their families and friends on a yacht in 2015.

Why was it just those two band members and not Louis if the Tomlinsons were like family to YN?

It had only been two and a half months since YN ended her engagement with another man before the trip, was her relationship a cover up for her actual relationship with Harry?

Are the two band mates actually merely friends by the way they lounge together on a single pool side couch in their bathing suits?

And then when Anne's iCloud was hacked and even more, intimate picture of the two were leaked and shared to the world, the Internet went ballistic:

YN and Harry sitting together on the back deck of the boat. She has a green bikini on and he's in simple white swim trunks. There are multiple in-actions photos: YN putting a captain's hat on his head as he smirks at her. Another one with his arm going to wrap over the tops of her shoulders and her eyes are clearly set on his lips. And one where she has her hand intertwined with his over her shoulder as she looks out to the water while he stares fondly at her.

A picture of them two napping on one of the huge couches on the main deck. It's a side view photo so Harry's figure is the one mainly being seen but her body is still visible from being in between him and the blue couch. He's laying on his back, ankles crossed while his other arm cuddles her body to his. Fans second guess that it's her until they notice the butterfly tattoo on the hand resting his chest.

YN and Harry sharing a towel after a dip in the water. He hugs her from behind so that the big yellow towel covers the both of them.

A photo of YN sitting criss crossed next to Harry's laying figure in the "living room" area of the main deck. It looks like she's explaining something to him by how her hands are up by her chest. He looks very interested in whatever she's saying and has his hand resting on her knee.

Various group photos of the families with the two snuggled up in one another.

A couple of pictures of them sitting together after a few drinks. Harry's in a Hawaiian button-up shirt with matching shorts (a set YN gifted him before the trip) and she's wearing a matching set of her own. They share a single seat in the entertainment area of the boat: while Harry man-spreads the majority of the seat, YN sits in the tiny space to his right. It's enough room for her bum to touch the cushion so her legs are draped over his thigh.

Tipsy from their drinks, they don't notice Anne taking a few photos of them: a drink in both of their hands as they talk with one another, there's one where YN lazily rests her arm over his shoulders and their faces are significantly closer. Much like the picture that broke the Internet from the band's first tour, their noses brush against one another with soft smiles on their faces. There's another photo of what looks to be them getting caught, Harry brings his glass to his lips to cover his smile to the camera and YN's eyes squint in a giggle.

And the last photo from that scene is the two straightened up with picture ready smiles, his arm possessively laying over and hugging her legs on his thigh.

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So when their relationship was officially exposed in 2020, there was a good amount of disbelief, a little bit of anger in finding out both were officially taken, and a lot of "I KNEW IT!"

But the question still remained: when did they actually start dating?

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THE LIAM PART- I'M DYING

Ight but Louis obviously caught on to 1d!Yn's crush on Harry and vise versa. Was Louie sneakily trying to get them together ooooor....... ;) ;) ;)

Oh he could smell it from a mile away bestie.

Like from the first day they were formed as band and he saw the way YN jumped into Harry's arms. The way they smiled at each other and the blush, the blush that she had on her cheeks. Since when did she ever get so giddy like that over a guy?

And when he confronted her about it, all she did was roll her eyes and said, "S'called 'getting caught up in the moment,' Lou. Look it up."

And since it was the first time he ever saw YN—the tomboy, unaffectionate, strong-headed girl he's known since he was seven years old—have crush on someone for the first time, he tried to help them anyway he possibly could. Especially since their management made a strict no dating amongst the band rule in their contract; that just added fuel to the fire.

When the band would have to stand in a row for red carpets, CD signings, interviews—anything, Louis would be there to push and maneuver his way around the line so her and Harry ended up next to one another.

And in turn, Louis felt a warmth spread around his chest as he watched Harry break down some of her walls.

He saw they way the two would talk to each other on stage, taking out each other's ear pieces, leaning in way too close, and pulling away with the brightest smiles.

Or the way she laughed a lot more when Harry was around. The genuine kind where her nose scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut with a rare and unattractive snort.

And the touching.

Growing up, YN didn't enjoy simple, platonic, physical contact. She felt the feel of someone's arms around her, even if only for a second, was suffocating. Why would she hold someone's hand and feel their sweat fuse together in the middle?

When Harry reached to brush a strand of hair away from YN’s face during their first album cover photoshoot, Louis cringed back as he anticipated her awaiting punch to the curly headed lad's face. But he was horrifically surprised to see her simply thank him and turn her smile back to the camera in front of them.

During an interview, he saw their hands underneath the table, their pinkies moving softly with one another’s while their faces never lead anything on to the cameras in front of them.

And since when did she initiate hugs? And the quick, barely there kisses to the cheek when doing so?

So imagine the look on Louis's face when Paul wakes the band up from their nap at the airport's private waiting area to see two cuddled up figures on the floor. His first thought was maybe Zyan had crawled his way over to Harry for some shut eye or if it was just a pile of backpacks he was clinging onto. His sleepy contemplation comes to a screeching halt when he sees Harry’s cuddle buddy take their face away from deep inside the crook of his neck, sit up and pull down their hood to reveal YN’s jaw dropped down in a yawn.

Louis stays frozen on the couch in a half up, half down position as he watches YN put her arms over her head in a stretch, Harry sitting up next to her and they give each other sleepy smiles. He can do nothing but watch the way she takes Harry’s hands as he helps her up from the floor, how he wordlessly holds the straps of her backpack open to help her put it on, and have Harry step aside so YN is the first to walk out the room.

For a long time Louis thought it was a fever dream until he saw them do it again the next night at the airport when they thought the rest of the band was asleep.

He was rooting for them for a long time, thinking and hoping that one day they would officially be together without the restrainta of their management. That dream was unexpectedly put on hold as he saw first hand Harry's heart shatter into a million pieces when YN starting dating her dancer partner from her single with Little Mix, Matthew.

For three years, Louis still saw the two interacting as best friends would but he would see the hurt behind Harry's eyes when she looked away. But most importantly, Louis would still see the love in his eyes whenever he looked at YN. The same eyes YN gives back to Harry when she doesn't even realize it.

For three years, all he could do was watch as Harry internally broke at the sight of YN smiling and laughing with Matthew like she would be with him, or Harry feeling a jealous sense of pride in seeing the way she easily hugged her boyfriend, knowing full well that her physical affection was all thanks to him.

And on a humid, Californian day for Matthew's birthday party in 2015, Louis watched Harry clench his jaw, nose pink and flaring as her boyfriend got down on one knee and revealed a shiny diamond ring. He saw Harry clap along with everyone else as she nodded her head and became a fiancée to another man.

And after comforting a drunken Harry that night, Louis couldn't stand and watch any longer.

"Are yeh even happy with this guy?"

"Of course I am! Bloody said yes to marrying him didn't I?"

"And yeh love him?"

Louis knew that having this kind of conversation before a show wasn't the best time or place (especially now since they had to rearrange the show and singing parts since Zayn's recent departure) but he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I-yes. Lou, I though yeh be happy for me. Where is this coming from?" YN stops her pacing around her private dressing room to look at her childhood best friend. She's a little hurt by the way he's acting, but she now more curious than ever to know what he's thinking.

There's so much that Louis has kept inside, so many interactions he's seen between his two band mates that he doesn't even know where or how to start.

"Just...open yeh fookin' eyes and see the people around yeh! Actually take a look at what yeh have before yeh go through with anythin'."

And YN instantly knows who he's talking about. As oblivious as she may be to Harry's intentions over the past five years, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the person he's referring to. She can sympathize and appreciate her friend's advice, but she doesn't know to express that gratitude, she doesn't know how to have that conversation of having to explain that while she loves Matthew, she may love someone else even more. She's scared, terrified at that thought, so she suppresses it, puts those thoughts and feelings inside a box, ties it off with a red bow and kicks it to the curb.

"And yeh know what I see?" YN doesn't even know that she's been crying until she has to sniffle her nose. Her tone is calm and unsettling. "Someone who doesn't even have anyone. All yeh have is a beard who you call a girlfriend since yeh can't actually keep a stable relationship. And I see someone who doesn't know when to mind their fooking business."

And with that, YN swings open the door to see Niall and Liam hurrying to act like they weren't just pressed up against the door listening. She doesn't care for that at the moment with everything on her plate and just wants to be in her happy place on stage. Without a word or thinking about it all that much, she (unintentionally) harshly pushes Liam out of her way and barely notices when he flings to the wall by the door.

When she rounds the corner of the venue hall, Liam gives Niall a look. "If she doesn’t keep those hands to herself then I hope she knows I'll make sure she never uses them again."

All Niall does is give him a tight lipped smile and pat on the chest. "Sure, Payno," he says before following the hallway YN went down.

Louis and YN didn't talk to one another for almost two weeks but given their line of work, that came out to be almost impossible. It was one of the few times they're both thankful for their media training because no one outside of their team suspected a thing.

So after the rest of the band mates had a mini introversion (Harry being completely felt in the dark of what all the arguing was about) Louis and YN made up and put their hurtful words behind them.

So a management intervention turned broken engagement, hiatus, and the start of making solo music later, Harry and YN were closer than ever before. For the next three years, Louis was updated on her friendship with Harry, how they've made music together again, how they've basically gone on tour together from the dates almost lining up perfectly, interviews, acting opportunities—everything.

Well, everything except the two's on and off relationship during those three years. But once their relationship was exposed, Louis wasn't anything but smug about the news.

But he has to admit, the smugness, pride, and sense of being part of the reason why the two are together goes away when the couple comes over to Doncaster for Christmas 2021.

YN only has her step mum, Penny, but growing up with the Tomlinsons made their family blossom into something bigger than she could have ever imagined. YN’s family is the Tomlinsons so it was second nature to spend all the holidays, birthdays, and other family celebrations with them.

As the whole table is filled with chatter and the sound of silverware hitting ceramics plates, bowels and platters passed around, Louis has a fond smile on his face at the couple in sitting across from him.

Instead of their hands hiding under the table, they're clasped together on top. YN’s engagement ring shines under the dining room lights, the ring that Harry will occasionally bring to his lips to kiss amongst the family chatter.

Or when they families move over to the living room, the younger kids ripping the wrapping paper as fast as their little hands can, Louis sees the couple snuggled up on the love seat. YN leans over to her fiancé, whispering something in his ear that makes him smile and press a quick kiss to her temple.

And Louis may or may not have sent his son to go over behind the love seat to hold up a piece of mistletoe over the couple. And while the plan backfires when YN captures Freddie in her arms and smothers his face in kisses, Louis stops in his tracks on his way to the loo when he spots the couple against the wall.

The sound of their lips breaking apart sounds in the small space and YN hides her face in her fiancé's chest. Harry pinches his lips to hide his bashful smile from the man who YN sees as an older brother.

"Louis." Harry clears his throat with a nod.

"Harold." Louis smirks, walking past the couple. "YN."

He's not surprised when he sees her middle finger peaking out of spot in between Harry and the wall. But can he really be upset when he sees that it's the hand with her engagement ring on it?

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i’d like to what happens to y/n in tattoo roulette 🫣🫣

Tattoo Roulette

A/N: another highly requested blurb for you all! more Late Late content is on its way lovies! 💚

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“Welcome back to the Late Late Show! We are about to play what is probably the craziest game we’ve had on our show. It’s a game that m’already regretting thinking of.” The audience members laugh while the band snickers behind him. “It’s time for Tattoo Roulette with One Direction.”

When James pitched this game idea to the band, everyone was relatively on board with it (expect one Irish lad that was notably less enthusiastic about it than the rest but was a good sport anyways and agreed to it after YN convinced him that if he happened to get picked, she would take the tattoo for him).

YN looks down and notices Harry's nervous habit of his thumb digging into the other tips of his nails. Not knowing that their hands are in view of James's camera shot, YN discreetly taps her pinky against her band mate's hand. She gives him a small smile, glancing at his hands in a knowing look. She's sees him do the same, nodding his chin to her other hand and to her surprise, she finds that her thumb has been subconsciously twisting the ring of her index finger—her anxious give-a-way.

They both huff out a quiet laugh through their noses, both revealing to each other how nervous they really are for this game. Fans rewind, pause and screenshot how Harry links their pinkies together, squeezing them other in a comforting motion before letting go.

After explaining the rules of the game to the audience, James goes to stand with the band. YN is standing smack in the middle of the line up, sandwiched between Harry and Louis. Despite wearing heels, she’s still about a head lower than the rest of the boys.

Niall is just a bundle of nerves at the end of the line. YN honestly feels bad for the lad. She still remembers when she was getting yet another butterfly tattoo last month in her hotel room, Niall had come in to curiously check up on her. As her usual tattoo artist was working on the singer’s hand tattoo on the dining table, YN had her chin propped up on her other hand as she watched the needle paint her skin.

He looked a lot like he did now: pale faced, jittery hands and wide eyes.

“Niall, your hands are actually shaking!” James nervously laughs. It's clear to anyone that Niall's laughs and jokes are a means of attempting to cover up his nerves. After the blonde lad takes his pick, it was Harry’s turn.

“Harold, how y’feeling?”

“M’actually fine.” Harry chuckles.

When Harry descends down the short steps of the platform, he takes a glance over to YN, throwing a smirk her way before facing the waiting red boxes.

“YN, how are you feelin’ about all of this.”

“I love yeh, James. But I don’t fancy yeh this much to get this on my body.” The audience members chuckle while the host lets out his infamous high pitched laughs.

As YN looks at the row of red boxes, she goes to grab one, hesitates, and instead grabs the one next to it. The audience members all make a collective "oOo" sound and YN giggles when Harry makes a dramatic shocked expression, covering his mouth with his fist as she goes to stand next to him.

After it’s revealed that Liam, Louis, then James are safe—as much as she doesn’t want to admit it—she’s getting a little nervous. She had felt some sense of comfort in the fact that the odds of getting the stupid tattoo were 1 to 6, but halfway down the line with no red lettering inside the boxes made her start to get anxious.

YN balls her fists by her side as she does quick little giddy stepy-steps.

“Alright.” YN throws her hair behind her shoulders before rubbing her hands together. “Let’s do this.” Her shoulders move sharply when she takes in and lets out a breath.

Not a second later, the eerie music sounds off and the lights dim around her, leaving her in a solo spotlight with a red hue.

“Why does the lighting make me more nervous than the actual tattoo?” Her rings tap against the wooden box.

“Y’got this, YN.” Harry encourages from beside her. He tries to hide his growing smirk by running his fingers over the side of his mouth and YN tries to ignore the feeling of how that’s only making her even more nervous.

She slowly tugs the tiny white strip of elastic from its slot to make the anticipation more exciting and to delay what’s inside the box.

YN squeezes her eyes shut, her teeth showing as she grits them together and she opens the box. The reveal sound goes off and when she opens her eyes, she lets out a sequel when the white words SAFE are shown.

In true YN fashion, she’s quick to point a finger at Harry and laugh in his face. But her smile comically turns into a pout when she faces Niall with extended arms, “I am so sorry.”

The blonde lad laughs and he receives her hug, no doubt trembling in her arms.

"Quite intimidating that light." Harry comments to her. She raises her eyebrows in agreement, hands on her cheeks as she lets out a giggle out of nervousness. The audience chuckles along with her as they anxiously wait for the results.

"Look at Niall's face!" James laughs hysterically, going in for a hug as well.

It was all down on to him and Niall—well her and Harry. And with that, her nerves came crawling back in. All that stood between her or Harry getting that silly tattoo was one word inside his red box.

"I mean—" Harry lifts the lid to reveal the red word TATTOO on the inside. The smirk on his face and the way he throws down the lid makes her tummy twist with a feeling she finds herself having to shove down more and more lately. Suppressing the feeling doesn't go down as easy when it's her turn to hug him out of sympathy.

During the commercial break, YN takes a small Snapchat video of Harry getting his Late Late tattoo, shaking her head in disbelief with a smile on her face. After handing her phone back to her PA, Harry beckons her over to him with a curl of his fingers.

"How's it goin', babe?" YN asks, leaning her hand on the back of his chair, the other rests on her hip as she watches the tattoo artist trace the lettering on his skin.

"Bloody hurts." He playfully scrunches up his nose and he's rewarded with her signature eye roll. They both know and share a secret, guilty addiction to the way the needle feels on their skin. It's a pleasure they both discovered and shyly confessed to one another when got their matching butterfly tattoos; one on her forearm and one on his tummy.

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She knows he feels it now when he blinks up at her with his pupils dilated.

"Mhm, sure it does." She teases with a smile.

"Think I need someone to hold my hand..." Harry mindlessly waves his hand in front of her, playfully and dramatically looking up at the ceiling.

"M'sure I can find someone here to do that for yeh," YN humors him and makes a show of looking around the room. She lets out a laugh when he throws his hand down on his lap in frustration. "Alright, alright, yeh big baby."

The fans in the audience scream out in excitement at the sight of the two holding hands, the them being the top shipped duo out of the band.

The audience doesn't stop their giddy squeals and yelling when their hands stay intertwined together when James welcomes the cameras back in. The fans don't miss the way Harry looks up at her with a smirk tugged on his lips, squeezing her hand before eventually having to let go to show the camera his fresh tattoo.

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I feel like bandmate!y/n would body medicine like that performance would be incredible

And it'd be during one of her shows on tour too.

She'd be talking with fans, one of the backstage crew members would hand her over her guitar as she starts to give her appreciation speech before introducing the next song.

"Alright, Vienna. Now I don't wanna get all mushy and sentimental so this will only take a sec. I just wanna say that m'very grateful for all of yeh, for coming to the shows, for always supportin' me--"

Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!

And then YN would just take a step back from her mic stand, taking out her ear piece to make sure she's hearing the crowd right. She'd shake her head in disbelief, a smirk growing on her face as she looks up at the box seats where her fiancé is standing--who also has his fist in the air as he chants along with the crowd.

"H, y'hearing this shit?" YN laughs and that makes the fans scream in excitement back. "Fookin' hell. S'the wrong 1D member lads. Tryin' to pour me heart out to you guys. Unbelievable."

This went on for four shows.

The fans just kept chanting it during the part of her show where she would express her gratitude for everyone only to be interrupted. There was even a time when YN moved her arms like she was conducting a string quartet.

In all honestly, it was a nice reminder of the kind of dynamic her and her fans had. She didn't a have a clean filter when speaking on stage and in return the fans would curse back. She would flip off people in the crowd only to be given ones back with bright smiles on their faces. She would see fans follow along to her choreography from their spots in the pit and the stands, people recreating her outfits, signs with inside jokes on it, fan screaming her lyrics back to her--and everything was out of love.

And aside from Harry, she was an absolute sucker for her fans. And who was she to deny them of what they craved?

So here YN stands, her heart shaped guitar already strapped on as she stands in front of her microphone stand, ready to give her appreciation speech. She doesn't even get one word out before the crowd starts up again.

Medicine! Medicine! Medicine!

She lets the fans sit with anticipation, making them wait as she just smirks out to them, mindlessly adjusting her ear-pieces. She even looks to the wings of the stage where Harry stands, phone already out and recording as she gives him a lazy sigh. "Alright. So I co-wrote this song a couple of years ago and it will be a great bruise to me ego if yeh don't scream out these lyrics back at me."

And with that, the lights go out and after a couple of beats go by, the infamous red lights light up the stage as one of YN's guitarist starts the melody to Medicine.

The fans scream so loud it vibrates throughout the room, especially when they see YN slowly pluck the tips of her glove off her fingers. They all go insane when they see her bring the fabric on her middle finger to her teeth, biting down on it to pull the glove off her hand.

After taking off the other one, she cheekily tosses them to Harry with a wink.

She moves her head and shoulders in a slow sultry way, her mouth close against the microphone as she sings.

I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Treat you like a gentleman

Give me that adrenaline, that adrenaline

I think I'm gonna stick with it

Like Harry, YN raises her hand up, bringing her index down to her mouth and moves it down her body.

I'm here to take my medicine, take my medicine

Rest it on my fingertips

And up to your mouth, I'm feelin' it out

I'm feelin' it now

I had a few, got drunk on you and now I'm wasted

And when I sleep, I'm gonna dream of how you ta--

If you go out tonight, I'm going out 'cause I know you're persuasive

YN slowly runs her thumb across her bottom lip, smirking when she hears the crowd finish the lyric before giving a powerful strum to her guitar.

You got that something, I got me an appetite, now I can taste it

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

La-la-da-da, da

We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh

YN holds the microphone out towards the crowd, mouthing along with them as she counts with her fingers on her other hand.

La-la-da-da, da

YN gets how feral this makes Harry when he sings it on tour. It's addicting, fun and it overall makes her feel good. Not to mention incredibly sexy by how the room is basically drooling at the sight of her.

Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes

Tingle running through my bones--sing!

She gives the fans a cheeky shrug which makes them scream louder than ever before. YN doesn't shy away from turning to her fiance as she sings the next lines.

The boys and the girls are in

I mess around with them

And I'm okay with it

And while she continues the song, Harry can't keep his eyes off of her. He's mesmerize by the way she rolls her body with her guitar, the way her tight, revealing outfit shines under the bright stage lights. He's wrapped up in the way she sings the lyrics with her whole chest, the passion shown in the furrow of her eyebrows and the way she throws her head back with her lips parted.

I'm coming down, I figured out I kinda like it

When I'm all out, I think about the way you--ha!

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He'll admit that his ego is a little bitten at by how loud the crowd is, it may even be louder than when he performs the unreleased song--a noticeable difference that YN will no doubt tell him after the show.

But the hit is well deserved by how well she throws an innocent smile his way, her hair tousled to the side from passionately strumming the bridge, and eyes hazy and sparkly under the red lights.

I had a few, I'm drunk on you and now I'm wasted.

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Building Harry's House: Late Night Talking

A/N: Ok because I'm too excited & impatient, I'm going to start posting my series on how Harry's House was made. Big thanks to my bestie @be-with-me-so-happily for helping me come up with the name for the series!

SUMMARY: Harry gets inspired to write a song about one of his and YN's late night activities. (5.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

MASTERLIST

SIDE-NOTE: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

“Son of phff—”

Harry spits out the water from brushing his teeth into the sink before his feet quickly pad over the pink carpet in YN’s bedroom. He finds her leaning against one of the posts that frame her bed as she holds her blue sock covered foot. They're actually his socks and no matter how many times Harry teases her that since it is her house and thus has all of her clothes here, she still manages to steal the ones he brought over.

But can he really complain when she looks so good in every piece of his clothing? Like his Hard N’ Hot t-shirt she’s wearing and how it deliciously bunches up at her hips from her position.

“Wha’ happened?”

“I stubbed m’fooking toe.” YN hisses, throwing her head back with her eyes squeezed shut. “It was my little one too, s’the best one.”

It's been a month since the world came to a screeching halt, making everyone go into lockdown.

Saying that it’s been a drastic change for every human ever is the understatement of the year. For the two of them, it's been quite an adjustment going from working on an album, becoming an official couple, said relationship getting exposed, being the talk of every social media platform, rehearsing for a world tour to just...stopping. Just like the rest of the world, hearing about lockdown was devastating for everyone.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Harry groans into the speaker of his phone. He stands by YN’s front door and rubs a hand over his eyes before ranking his fingers through his hair.

COVID-19 has been spreading at a rapid rate, and to put it lightly, people are panicking. It has been announced that there is going to be a world-wide lockdown, making people stay home in isolation to help slow down the speed of how fast the virus is spreading.

Once their managers told them they also need to go into self-isolation, her and Harry knew that they needed to go back home in the U.K. They both agreed to stay with their own families for the time being and would fly out together to share the last couple of hours with one another before saying goodbye. The news says that they should only be in quarantine for about a month so they wouldn’t be apart for too long (or so they thought).

After a quick meeting with their teams about what they would do about their already planned schedules, the couple rushed to their homes to pack their things to go live with their families for the next couple of weeks.

Once Harry was at her place, he went inside to help her take her bag to his car. The second they’re about to head out of YN’s door, Harry gets a call from Jeff that has them both stopping before getting a foot out of the house.

“What’s wrong?” YN feels anxious from the lack of information being given to her, but from the looks of it, it can’t be anything good. Harry doesn’t answer her, but what he says next leaves her praying that it’s not what she thinks.

“Yeah I understand,” Harry looks to his love's wide eyes. “I’ll tell her. Stay safe, man.”

Harry ends the call and sighs deeply, looking down at his hands as he anxiously (and angrily) twists his phone around.

“Harry...” YN whispers, gently putting a hand to his arm.

“They aren’t letting anyone fly out of the States.” Harry finally says. “We’re stuck here.”

When he sees her eyes well up with tears, Harry fully pulls her into his arms. Her arms are tucked into his chest and he rests his cheek on top of her head. Her sobs are muffled, quiet, but they’re loud enough to break anyone’s heart. They stay like this for a little while but to them it seemed like hours.

Once she’s calmed down, she looks up at her boyfriend with her eyes sill freshly glossy and her cheeks pink.

“This is getting kinda scary.” YN whispers to him. Harry brings a hand to her cheek in hopes to give her some comfort. He’s beyond pissed about this whole situation, but right now he needs to figure out their next steps.

“As long as we keep inside we’ll be okay.”

“And together.” YN adds, bringing a smile to his face.

“Together.” He repeats with a kiss on her nose to seal the promise.

“We can stay here at my place if you want? I mean we’re already here and you have your stuff in your car?” She suggests.

They’ve lived together before while on tour and slept over at each other’s houses for a couple days in the past, but it’s going to be as if they are actually living together. This both excites and terrifies her, but who better to spend this time together than with the one she loves?

“Ok,” Harry agrees, his smile growing wider. “Roomie.”

Both of them chuckle at this. Maybe lockdown won’t be so bad after all.

“Stop laughing at me.” YN whines, still clinging onto her foot.

“Aw, my poor baby.” Harry playful pouts before a chuckle tumbles past his lips.

“Think I need to go to the doctor, H. S’pretty bad.”

“Oh yeah?” He humors her. Harry tucks his arms under her legs and back before carrying her the rest of the way to her side of the bed. He peels the sock from her foot and takes a look at her little toe. It's only a little pink and doesn’t look like it’s going to swell up or anything.

“How’s it looking, doc?”

“Well, in my professional opinion,” Harry rests his hand by her head, hovering over her while he still stands next to the bed. “There’s two options. The first is that we may need to amputate.”

“I was afraid of that.” Harry’s trying his hardest to bite back a laugh at her serious demeanor, her hands resting below her chest like a patient. “Wha’s the second option?”

“Lots and lots of cuddles.”

“Mhmm. Just chop it off already.” YN dramatically puts a hand over her forehead and looks away from him. She lets out a giggle when he pitches the skin on her side from his shirt riding up. Harry leans down to press his smiley lips to hers, loving the way their playfully scenario has made her happy again.

“Brat.” He says against her, giving her one final kiss before pulling away to turn off the light switch on the wall beside him. He jumps over her to get himself to the left side of the bed and snuggles under her white duvet with her.

“First, I burned the meat to go with our spaghetti the other night for dinner. Then I dropped and broke my new camera this morning,” YN says as she lists everything off of her fingers. She points the finger used for counting to him. “The second one was totally your fault, might I add.”

"I thought you heard me come into the room." He defends as he brings her closer to his chest.

"When you put your arms around me like that—like this—it's hostile."

"S'romantic."

"It scared me enough to drop my pretty camera." She gives him a pointed look but her actions speak differently when she tangles their legs together. "And now I injured my foot."

"Baby, you stubbed your toe, not y'foot. And second, I'll buy you another camera. I'll order you as many as you want, okay?"

He links his pinky to her extended one between them and they both kiss their thumbs before pressing them together.

"Okay, but here's something I realized before I had my traumatic toe injury." Harry playfully rolls his eyes but he gets comfy on his side. He tucks his right arm under his head while still having an arm around her waist as he gives her his full attention. "So, scientists are the ones to give the names to animals, right? But do the animals know that? Like do grasshoppers even know that they're called grasshoppers? What if they're called something else entirely and we just..."

Harry's eyes go all around the different parts of her face: her eyes, her nose, her lips. If he wants to, he can simply reach out and have his finger follow the curve of her face. There's no barrier from their phone screen or her voice having a static filter to it as she goes on one of her late night rambles.

It's moments like these where he realizes that she's here, physically lying next to him in a bed. It's not like they haven't done this before, they've laid like this more times than either one could possibly count.

But what's different this time, what fills his heart so much it might explode, what releases the hundreds upon hundreds of butterflies in his stomach is that she's his. No questions asked, officially and indefinitely his.

There’s a comfort in knowing that he can run his hand softly up and down her back without the fear of knowing he won’t be able to do it again for a while after they break up. Or press a quick kiss to her lips in the middle of her sentence and say, “Sorry, you were saying?” without wondering when will be the next time she’ll ever smile like that to him.

And as much as he loves to be private, there's some part inside of him that's relieved the world knows (a very tiny piece of him). There doesn't need to be that much hiding anymore or dodge questions in interviews by claiming they're just really close friends.

Everyone knows that she's his and that he is hers and that feels so much more relieving than he ever imagined. Of course he's not going to go on and on about their romantic history and everything that it entails to social media outlets, but oh to know that he can finally scream it to the roof tops that he's head over heels, undeniably, stupidly and completely in love with his best friend.

Ever since he’s known her, he always said to himself that if she wasn’t by his side, wasn’t on stage with him, performing and singing to thousands of fans every night, he doesn’t want it. He’s realizing now that if she isn’t here next to him, away from the spotlights, and talking about literally anything until she falls asleep for the rest of his life, he simply can’t live.

...

"And if we can have those boxes be put over there, please. Appreciate you, man." Kid Harpoon nods over to the movers as they bring in some more recording equipment into the Shangri-La studios in Malibu. The same house/recording studio that was used for the making of Harry’s last record.

Everyone on the production team was beginning to pile into the house, getting settled in and readying themselves to make some music. The team hasn’t changed from making his last record: Kid and Tyler as his producers, Sammy Witte as his engineer and composer, and of course, Mitch as his musician. This has been his core team since the beginning of his solo career but it’s hard to miss one of the most important members of the production crew.

As Mitch takes out some of his guitars from their cases to put them on a rack, he sees Harry sitting slouched on one of the sofas, staring off into something on the ground in front of him. He’s been way more quiet than usual and that instantly raises some suspicion.

“Alright, what’s up man?”

“What do yeh mean?” Harry picks at the skin by his nails but quickly stops, a nasty habit that YN has been trying to break from him.

“You know what I mean. Kinda hate to point out the elephant in the room but y’don’t seem as excited to start the album like you did the other day. Did something happen, man?” Mitch gasps. “Wait, did you and YN break up again? Oh, dude. M’so sorry—”

“No, no.” Harry lets out a chuckle and turns to face his friend who goes to take the seat next to him. “It isn’t YN. Well, I guess it is actually but not in the way y’think. Not to jinx it or anythin’ but we’ve been really good lately, great even.”

“So what’s the problem?”

“S’just, she won’t be coming in until tomorrow and, and it’s the first time we’re apart for a while as of late. So I...I dunno. I just kinda miss her. Ugh, y’know, if YN were here she would call me a sap for saying something like that. See!” Harry groans into his hands but Mitch all but teases him.

He’s been more of a witness than anyone when it comes to the back and forth that the two endured over the past couple of years. Mitch saw first hand how depressed Harry would get when the two weren’t together or be blinded by how bright Harry’s smile would get when she was with him. His friends have gone through so much turmoil, so many ups and downs that it’d make anyone dizzy and give up on ever finding love again. So it warms the guitarist’s heart to finally see that despite the odds, YN and Harry were stronger than they’ve ever been before.

“Like, s’the first time we're actually together together making an album; there's no in betweens or what if’s, nothing. S'like, I want to ask her to marry me one day. I’ve always known I wanted to, since I was sixteen actually. She’s been on my mind since forever and being physically apart right now just...”

“Sucks.” Mitch continues when seeing his friend try to find the right word.

“Yeah.” Harry sheepishly admits. “It fucking sucks.”

“Well,” Mitch sighs, pushing his long hair out of his face. “You already know what YN would tell you if she were here.”

It takes a second for Harry to rack his brain for the answer (her teasing him was his initial thought) but once he knows, he’s quickly calling Kid into the room and for him to bring his Casio keyboard.

“Working on this album was so different from any album we’ve done because of how much time we spent on it.” Harry pinches his bottom lip between his fingers. When he moves his hands, the sound of his chucky rings hitting together can be heard. “Instead of renting out a studio for two months to make an album, the record was actually made in the span of, what, a year and half? Almost two years.”

A couple of hours go by and the song’s lyrics are complete. As they all take a break and eat at the dining room table, Harry has to admit that while writing did help lift his mood a bit, it did also just make him miss her ten times more.

Mitch thinks Harry looks like a puppy when he perks up at the sound of a car door closing shut, eyes wide in excitement as he runs to the front door and whips it open.

YN sets down one of her guitar cases on the pavement and closes her car door. When she meets her love's eyes, her beautiful smile coming out just at the sight of him, he's an absolute goner.

"Baby!"

Bare foot, he quickly makes his way down the front steps, down the driveway and practically throws himself against her. Her laughs are muffled into his collarbones as his arms wrap around the tops of her shoulders.

"Baby, m'baby s'here." He mumbles into her cheek, pressing his lips to her temple. He feels like he may just burst out in tears by having her back into his arms again. It's the first time in months since they've been apart for more than 24 hours and it's embarrassing how much he's missed her.

"V’only been gone for two days, H.” She teases, but wraps her arms around his middle just as tight.

“S’too long. Now gimme my kisses.”

YN complies in an instant but she giggles against his lips, “Y’tickling me.”

She runs her thumb over his top lip and smiles when he playfully nips at her finger.

Her boyfriend has been experimenting more and more with growing out his mustache ever since quarantine began. When he first grew out his mustache a couple of years ago, she honestly thought he looked hot but was absolutely heartbroken when he shaved it. He did it for two reasons: one, he didn’t like how red and irritated her inner thighs got the day after kissing her there (even though she kept claiming how good it felt) and two, she couldn’t stop giggling every time they kissed. So much so that he would have to pull away with a roll of his eyes while she would still be giggling, trying to pull his head back to her with no avail.

He playfully groans at her and smushes his face in the crook of her neck. It only makes her laugh more when he moves his lips, being even more ticklish there. “M’gonna shave it.”

“Don’t. If yeh do m’leaving. S’hot.” YN gives him a wink, making him smirk. She pats the side of his bum and she wiggles away from his hold on her. “Now come on, help me get m’stuff inside.”

One of the camera crew men holds up a clapperboard between the camera and where YN sits in her interview chair.

"Ready? Marker!" He slaps the top down and YN pulls her finger away as if he pinched it in between the device. She shakes her hand out with a silent "ouch," before smiling at the camera.

"Album three, baby. Dunno why I keep getting invited back to be honest. M'bit annoying really." YN scrunches up her nose. "No but in all seriousness, m’very grateful to be brought back to work on another album with m’best friend. I really love this team, we're all kinda like family at this point. It's a good bunch for sure."

"YN!" The production team yells from their seats at the table when they see her walk through the door, Harry trailing behind her with her guitar case and bag. Some of the guys even bang on the table, shaking all the snack bowls and drinks, and Jeff taps a fork to his beer bottle.

"Speech! Speech!"

"Oh fuck off." She laughs before going around the table to give everyone hugs. Aside from working with the boys from when they were all in the band, this group of guys here are some of the most chill out and hard-working people she’s ever known. They’re all so welcoming and easy going that it feels that she doesn’t even have to put up a front. Not to mention how grateful she is of the technical producers, taking her under their wings and going out of their way to show her what other production skills she wanted to learn.

After giving a last hug to Mitch, Harry pulls her to him, her back pressed to his chest as he wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders.

"Wait, hang on. Hold the phone. Is this the first time in album making history that the Love Birds are actually—" Jeff gasps dramatically, putting a hand on Mitch’s shoulder. "—an official couple?"

Even though the two laugh along with everyone else and Harry reaches out to throw a pretzel at his manager.

"I mean, the answer was pretty obvious from that song from earlier." Tyler laughs before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“What song?” YN questions and watches the group freeze as they look at Harry. She furrows her eyebrows suspiciously and turns her head as best she can to look at her love. He quickly smiles at her but she was able to catch his pointed look to the team.

Harry wanted to wait to have her listen to the song he wrote earlier, he didn’t want to embarrass himself with a love song right out the gate on their first day. He can’t hold it back any longer now that the cat's already out of the bag. Especially when she’s looking up at him in the way that she is.

He gives her a sheepish smile. “Well, we—”

“You.” Kid smirks behind the rim of his glass.

“I kinda wrote a little something today.”

“Yeah, a little love song.” Mitch adds.

“Alright.” Harry groans but YN’s laughter softens the blow.

Jeff then goes on to tell the group about how he, too, has dabbled in that art of writing love songs for his girlfriend and that makes everyone call him out on it.

“Why are y’so shy about showing me the song?” She whispers while the group taunts Jeff, her hands resting on his forearms by her collarbones.

“I dunno.” Harry shrugs bashfully, already knowing the answer. He can already feel the heat rising to his cheeks and hopes that it isn't too noticeable. “Guess I’ve always been like that.”

His eyebrows shoot up in fondness when he feels her give a peck to the jaw. “S’okay, I think s’hot when you write songs about me.”

And that’s all it takes for him to put his ego aside and build up enough courage to show her the song. It’s not long before Kid brings out his Casio Piano to the table and begins to play the ballad melody from earlier that day. It’s slow and beautiful and even though Harry hasn’t sung anything yet, she feels overwhelmingly happy she might cry from her spot across the table.

Things haven't been quite the same

There's a haze on the horizon, babe

It's only been a couple of days and I miss you

Mmm, yeah

No matter how many times Harry has written love songs about YN, he still gets so nervous to show them to her. Even though the couple feels more secure than they've ever been before, he feels like a school boy, anxiously hoping his declaration of love for his crush will be reciprocated.

Nothing really goes to plan

You stub your toe or break your camera

YN lets out a huffed laugh through her nose at the line, knowing all too well of that night.

I'll do everything I can to help you through

As Harry continues to sing, she realizes that this is in fact the third time he's made a song about her for one of his albums. For the past 5 years, helping make songs about her—both about his love and about his hurts—was a painful process in the end. When making songs like Sweet Creature and Adore You, at the time it reminded her that they had so many complications between them, so many unspoken feelings that it just made making the albums wish she could hide away from the world with him without its watchful eyes.

But now that the couple has not only officially but a label on things but the world learning about it too soon after, making this record is already beginning with a sense of relief and calmness she'd never thought she would feel. It's odd and feels illegal to be this relaxed, but it's a spot she wants to lay and soak in forever.

We've been doing all this late night talking

'Bout anything you wanna 'til the morning

Now you're in my life

I can't get you off my mind

Everyone migrates over to the large living room with all the recording equipment. They sit on the red, bohemian rugs as they prepare to do another run-through of the song. YN is sitting crisscrossed with Harry’s head in her lap as he holds his notebook with his scribbled lyrics in his hands.

Kid cracks his knuckles before counting him in, “Ready? 1, 2, 3, and—” But when he presses down the electric keyboard, it doesn’t sound like a classical piano like it did before, but an echoy, almost creepy, sound effect instead. It has the room bursting into a fit of laughter as everyone was completely caught off guard.

"What the hell was that?" YN giggles as she rubs away the tears from her eyes.

Kid comically begins to do the melody of Late Night Talking with the echoey setting just to be funny. After everyone has calmed down a bit, Harry points a finger at the producer.

“Hey, can we actually add that? Like, can you do a dun-dun, dun-dun...” Harry moves his fingers while scatting a new melody. When Kid picks up the melody, Mitch does an experimentally kick in with the drums to start the song.

“This song actually started out as more of a ballad than what it is now.” Harry begins to chuckle at the memory. “The little, funky piano bit is what kind of made me fall in love with the song even more so I wanted to add more of that. It has more of an up-beat, groovy vibe to it that I really like. Like, that bass line—" Harry blows out a huff of air. "—s'just really wicked.”

As the song continues to progress into the night, YN has on big studio headphones as she picks and plucks at the strings of her bass guitar to the beat of Mitch’s recorded drums.

I never been a fan of change

But I'd follow you to any place

If it's Hollywood or Bishopsgate, I'm coming too

She grooves with the beat of the song and after she hears Harry's last line, she slides her fingers down the neck of the instrument.

While the majority of the team has fallen asleep around the studio space from their busy day, her, Kid and Harry keep on adding some finishing touches to the song (although Kid looks like he might knock out any minute).

“Part of my job as a vocal producer is to really make sure that every harmony sounds good and cohesive with one another. And we all know I’m absolutely obsessed with harmonies so it’s always so fun to arrange ‘em.” YN explains from her spot in front of the huge studio console. Mike, the videographer who’s been capturing the making of each of Harry’s albums these past couple of years, sits on the chair next to hers as she shows the camera her work so far.

She points to the screen above the panel as she scrolls down to showcase all of Harry’s recorded vocals.

“So here at the pre-chorus, we have a couple of H's stacked vocals on baby.” She taps the space bar on the keyboard to sound off the isolated vocals.

If you're feeling down

I just wanna make you happier, baby

Wish I was around

I just wanna make you happier, baby

“And then if we go further down to the last line of the chorus, I tweaked one of his lower notes down a few octaves so we get a nice, yummy, harmony.”

I can't get you off my mind

“And then one of my favorite bits is over here in the post-chorus—” YN moves the mouse cursor on the screen to point out the jagged lines. “—with Mitch’s little guitar action where he matches the melody so nicely.” YN makes sure to click on Mitch’s isolated instrumental file to play with the vocals.

Can't get you off my mind

Can't get you off my mind (can't get you off my mind)

I won't even try (I won't even try)

To get you off my mind (get you off my mind)

“I mean, a lot of this stuff kinda goes by unnoticed in the end, but at least we know it’s there.” YN huffs out a laugh through chewing her gum, her eyes focused on the computer screen as she types away on the keyboard. “S’my too much gene coming out but who’s gonna stop me?”

All while she’s been explaining her work, Harry sits on the chair on her opposite side with a fond smile on his lips. It’s times like these where he gets happy from watching her be passionate about the things she likes, the things she geeks out about and just increasingly gets more excited as she speaks.

Harry’s dimples dig into his cheeks as he looks down at his fingers twisting around his rings. “The team and I got there early, and we wrote 'Late Night Talking.' I think by doing that, we just got to make the whole rest of the album being like: 'We have that.' And I felt that that just opened up a gateway for the rest of the record."

By the time it hits three in the morning, the couple retires to their shared room in the Malibu home. YN shuffles her feet into the room she inhabited the last time they were here to make Fine Line. Harry watches from the doorway as she plops herself face down on the bed.

It’s an odd feeling to finally be officially sharing a room with her when it comes to the making of his album.

Instead of escorting her to the room and leaving her with a promise of seeing each other again in the morning, he steps into the room and closes the door behind him.

Instead of wondering if there’s a possibility for a good night kiss, when he walks up to her side, she turns her head to face him, and he pushes her hair behind her ear, he doesn’t hesitate to peck a kiss to her squished lips.

And instead of hugging his pillow to dream that it’s her laying next to him, he actually wraps his arms around her figure once her head hits the pillow next to his.

He wishes he can say that he’s still annoyed she steals and wears his clothes to sleep in, but he’d only be lying to himself to say that she didn’t look absolutely divine in his Rolling Stone t-shirt.

“Hey so what’s the weirdest dream you’ve ever had?” She begins before his eyes can flutter close in slumber. “Mine was that y’know that thing where if you make a speech in front of a crowd you can imagine them all in their undies? Well, everyone was! And like I was so confused but I also felt the need to dress down like them, yeh know, to not make ‘em feel uncomfortable and or anythin’.”

“Of course.” Harry furrows his eyebrows as he nods his head, tucking his lips in to keep a smile from growing.

“And so I was tryin’ to discreetly reach for my zipper in the back of my costume but I couldn’t reach it.”

“Right.”

“But then I remembered that my outfit was that flammable material like the ones magicians use when they light that weird paper on fire.”

"For sure."

"And then I was like—ok now you're just making fun of me. That's it. Fine, whatever. I don't even care. I'll just keep all of this stuff to myself—" YN starts to turn around so her back is to a laughing Harry.

“No, no. M’sorry baby. Come back.” He says in between giggles as he pulls her back to face him and presses her up against his chest with ease. “Tell me more.”

“No, s’stupid.” YN pouts as she knuckles her sleepy eyes, trying to keep her playful, angry attitude.

Harry can’t stop himself from planting a kiss to her jutted out bottom lip and butterflies fly around his tummy when she smiles at the action. She snuggles further into him and he glady tightens his hold around her.

“S’not stupid. Come on, baby. What happened next?”

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