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If you’re still taking ideas for tonight 🫶🏻 maybe H and y/n going on their first walk as a family - either baby in the carrier on Harry’s chest or y/n pushing the pram, all wrapped up warm on a winter walk then going to meet Anne for a coffee so baby could have nanna cuddles 🥰

Spring Walks.

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in which, it’s your’s and harry’s first walk as a family of four, and even though it’s spring, the weathers very chilly and your little one is in the pram whilst your four year old is sat on his daddy’s shoulders.

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It’s just past ten on a chilly spring morning, the kind where the sky is washed in soft blue and the clouds seem like afterthoughts. The forest trail beneath your feet is damp from last night’s rain, but it smells incredible—earthy, fresh, and full of that green-sap scent that only comes with early leaves.

You wrap your coat tighter around you and glance down into the pram. Your daughter is sleeping soundly, her tiny chest rising and falling under the knit blanket Anne gave you just before she was born. Her face is impossibly small, features still undefined in that newborn way—more like a dream than a person just yet.

“S’out cold,” Harry says, leaning over your shoulder to peek in at her. “Like her mum, snoring by nine.”

You laugh quietly, nudging him. “I do not snore.”

“Y’do a little puff. Like a baby hedgehog.” He makes a tiny snuffling sound and then grins, proud of himself.

“You are so lucky I’m sleep-deprived and too tired to argue.”

He chuckles and shifts his grip on your four-year-old son, who is perched high up on his shoulders, little wellies bouncing lightly against Harry’s chest with each step. His tiny hands are tangled in Harry’s curls, his cheeks rosy and wind-bitten.

“Daddy, look!” your son shouts, pointing toward a squirrel sprinting up a tree. “He’s got something in his mouth! Is it a sandwich?”

Harry squints. “Looks like a bit of leaf or something, buddy. Probably not a sandwich. Squirrels don’t have lunchboxes.”

“They should,” your son decides seriously. “We could give them some snacks.”

You join in, “That’s how you make forest friends, you know. You leave them tiny peanut butter sandwiches, and they send thank-you notes made of twigs.”

“Really?” He gasps, eyes wide.

Harry laughs, “Well, sort of. But you’ve got to be very, very quiet so you don’t scare them.”

Your son nods solemnly and immediately whispers, “Okay.” Then, a second later: “BUT IF I SEE A FOX I’M GONNA SCREAM!.”

You and Harry both burst into quiet laughter, trying not to wake the baby.

You fall into step beside him, the gravel crunching underfoot. The path is scattered with fallen blossoms from some early-flowering tree, pink petals caught in puddles and clinging to your boots.

“Can you believe we’re here?” you say softly. “Family of four. Two whole kids.”

Harry exhales, long and warm, like he’s been holding that feeling in his chest and is only just letting it out. “I know. Feels unreal. Like we blinked and suddenly… we’re outnumbered.”

You laugh. “You’re the one who wanted more chaos.”

“I did,” he admits, smiling. “And I’d do it all again. Every nappy, every midnight bottle, every ‘I want juice’ at four in the morning.”

You glance at him with a smirk. “That last one was you.”

He shrugs. “What can I say? Apple juice tastes better at night.”

A soft wind stirs the leaves around you. You adjust the pram handle, and Harry watches you for a moment before speaking again.

“Y’amazing, you know,” he says quietly. “Like. I watch you with them, and I think—how did I get so lucky?”

You look over at him, touched. “You were charming. And tall. That helped.”

“That’s it then?” he laughs. “Tall and charming?”

You lean into him a little, shoulder brushing his. “And you make a very good climbing frame.”

From above, your son yells, “I’m a tree-climber! I’m on top of Daddy Mountain!”

“Hold on, little explorer,” Harry says, pretending to wobble. “Daddy Mountain’s feeling an earthquake in his back.”

“Don’t fall, Daddy! I’m too small to raise a baby!”

That has you both laughing so hard you have to stop for a moment. You reach up and steady your son’s leg while you catch your breath.

The trail starts to widen, and ahead you can see glimpses of the high street through the thinning trees. The edge of town greets you with the smell of fresh bread from the bakery and a faint bell from someone opening a shop door.

Harry glances over. “Mum said she got us the corner table outside. Figured we’d want space for the pram.”

You nod, grateful. “She always thinks of everything.”

“She’s been dying to show off the baby,” he adds. “I think she’s printed pictures for strangers on the bus.”

“She’s so excited to have another granddaughter, she’s got so many plans already.” Harry adds. “For both of them.”

You smirk. “Like what?”

“She wants to take her first grandbaby to the petting zoo, just them two. And she said we should have a nap together while she watches the baby.”

You blink, surprised. “A nap together? Like… sleep?”

“I know,” Harry teases, “remember that?”

You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth in your chest bloom. You’d give anything for just one afternoon of that quiet kind of closeness again. But for now, this walk—this moment—is enough.

As you turn onto the main road, your son gasps. “There’s Nana! I see her!”

Anne is already waving from her spot at the café, wearing a scarf you bought her last Christmas and holding a takeaway cup in one hand. When she sees you, her whole face lights up. She stands before you even reach her, arms out.

Harry gently lifts your son off his shoulders, setting him down. “Go on then, give Nana a cuddle.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice—he races ahead, nearly colliding with her in a hug. Anne laughs and scoops him up effortlessly, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Then she turns to you, eyes misty.

“There’s my girl,” she says, kissing your cheek, then leaning over the pram. “And there’s my littlest love. Oh, she’s perfect.”

Harry wraps an arm around your shoulders, drawing you into him. “We made some good ones, didn’t we?”

You lean into him, smile tugging at your lips as you watch your family. “We really did.”

Anne looks up. “Well, I’ve ordered you both tea, and I got extra pastries because you’re both barely eating anything proper—”

“We eat!” you protest.

“You nibble. Like nervous mice,” she says, waving her hand. “Now sit. Warm up. I’ll cuddle this one in a minute.”

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you bring me home

Pairing: Harry Styles x wife!reader

Summary: wherever Harry goes, his family brings him home.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: fluff, little angst, insecure Harry

A/N:

AAAAAAA happy birthday Harry, my favorite babygirl ilysm <3

I can't believe harry is 31 🥹🥹🥹

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

As a person who loved sleeping in, waking up early was one of the things you disliked the most, but for Harry, you would do anything. The air was tinged with the scent of fresh pancakes and vanilla as you carefully balanced a breakfast tray, ensuring nothing spilled. Your twin children, Lily and Theo, stood beside you, their little bodies quivering with excitement as they whispered and giggled, barely containing their enthusiasm.

The tray was a masterpiece of love and effort: a tall stack of fluffy pancakes, perfectly golden, drizzled with maple syrup and a dollop of whipped cream on top. A steaming cup of his favorite tea sat beside it, sending up comforting swirls of steam, and a small vase held a single daisy, freshly plucked from the garden, its petals still glistening with morning dew.

“Be extra quiet,” you whispered conspiratorially, nudging Theo, who was practically vibrating with anticipation. “We don’t want to wake him before we surprise him.”

Lily nodded solemnly, but her eyes sparkled with mischief as she reached up to steady the crown she had crafted the night before, made from construction paper, glitter, and tiny stickers. She had insisted he wear it the entire day.

With one final glance at your giggling children, you took a deep breath and gently pushed open the bedroom door, stepping inside to wake the man you all adored.

“Shhh, you two,” you whispered, pushing the door open with your hip. The sight before you warmed your heart—Harry, still deep in sleep, his curls unruly against the pillow, soft breaths escaping his slightly parted lips.

“Daddy! Wake up!” Theo cheered, scrambling onto the bed with little restraint, while Lily giggled and climbed up more gently. Harry groaned playfully, stretching his arms as he cracked open his eyes, a slow, sleepy smile forming at the sight of his family.

“Happy birthday, my love,” you murmured, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Happy birthday, Daddy!” the twins chorused excitedly.

Harry sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well, this is quite the welcome committee.”

“We made you breakfast!” Theo announced proudly, gesturing toward the tray still balanced in your hands. “Mummy helped, but we did most of it.”

Harry chuckled. “That so? Did you two make sure it wasn’t just extra syrup?”

Lily gasped, feigning offense. “No! We made pancakes all fancy. You have to eat it all.”

She carefully placed a handmade birthday crown on his head, adorned with colorful stickers and a glittery ‘31’ in the center. “And you have to wear this all day,” she added with a very serious nod.

Harry laughed, adjusting the crown slightly. “Yes, ma’am.”

As he reached for a bite of his pancake, Theo held up a forkful and grinned. “Nope! We get to feed you first.”

You laughed as Harry playfully groaned. “Ah, so that’s the deal? I just sit here and get spoiled?”

Lily nodded, already scooping up another bite for him. “Yup! It’s the rule.”

Breakfast in bed was filled with laughter and syrupy fingers. The kids eagerly took turns feeding him, their giggles filling the room, while you sat beside him, sipping your tea. You watched him carefully, taking in the quiet joy in his expression.

“You okay, birthday boy?” you asked softly, nudging his thigh with your own.

Harry turned to you, a teasing glint in his eye. “M’being pampered, got my favorite people in the world around me, and I’ve been force-fed pancakes—what’s not to love?”

You raised a brow. “Force-fed?”

Lily gasped, feigning offense. “Daddy, we made those for you!”

Harry chuckled, holding up his hands in surrender. “And they were the best pancakes I’ve ever had, promise.”

Theo giggled. “Even better than Mum’s?”

Harry hesitated dramatically, looking between you and Theo before sighing. “Don’t make me answer that, mate. I still need to sleep in this bed tonight.”

You rolled your eyes, but the sight of his dimples softened you instantly. “Smart man.”

After breakfast, the day unfolded exactly as Harry would have wanted, filled with his favorite activities and the people he loved most.

The first adventure took them to the beach, where the sun glistened off the gentle waves, and the salty breeze tousled their hair. Theo, always a burst of energy, ran ahead, leaving tiny footprints in the damp sand before the waves erased them.

“Daddy, look how fast I can run!” he called over his shoulder before sprinting toward the water, only to yelp and scamper back when the foamy tide licked at his ankles.

Harry chuckled, adjusting the birthday crown still perched on his head. “Not fast enough to outrun the ocean, mate.”

Lily, ever the meticulous collector, was crouched down nearby, carefully selecting seashells. She held up a small, smooth one, its pinkish hue catching the light. “This one’s perfect,” she murmured, before tucking it into the pocket of her dress.

Harry walked beside you, his fingers occasionally brushing against yours. You glanced up at him, noting the way he gazed at the horizon—thoughtful, almost distant. You nudged him gently. “You okay?”

He turned to you with a soft smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You wanted to ask what was on his mind, but before you could, Theo ran back, dragging Harry toward a tide pool where tiny fish darted beneath the surface. You let the moment slip away, telling yourself there would be time later.

By the time they returned home, the afternoon had warmed considerably. The backyard transformed into an impromptu soccer field, with two overturned garden chairs serving as goalposts.

“Alright, birthday boy,” you teased, tossing Harry a soccer ball. “Let’s see if you still have it.”

Theo, already buzzing with excitement, bounced on his toes. “I’m gonna win this time, Daddy!”

Harry smirked, rolling his shoulders. “We’ll see about that, little man.”

The game was a whirlwind of laughter and determination. Theo had grown quicker, and his footwork had improved, but Harry still had the advantage of skill. He weaved past Theo, kicking the ball toward the goal.

“Noooo!” Theo shouted dramatically, diving to stop it, but the ball rolled past him, bumping against the chair leg.

Harry threw his arms up. “And that’s how it’s done!”

Theo flopped onto his back in the grass. “That’s not fair! You’re too big!”

Lily, sitting cross-legged nearby, shook her head. “You’ll have to train harder, Theo.”

Theo groaned but quickly sat up, determination sparking in his eyes. “Next time, Daddy. Next time, I’ll win.”

After soccer, everyone was covered in grass stains and sweat, so you all retreated indoors, for a bath. The kids requested that Harry washed them, wanting to bond with their dad a little more on his birthday, and who’s he to say no to that? After the bath everyone went straight to the kitchen, where Lily had declared herself head chef.

“Okay,” she announced, tying her apron. “We are making the best chocolate cake ever.”

Theo raised his hand. “Can I lick the spoon?”

Lily sighed. “Only if you actually help.”

Harry chuckled, washing his hands. “What’s my job, Chef Lily?”

She tapped her chin in thought before handing him a whisk. “You mix, but don’t overdo it! We want the cake fluffy.”

With everyone assigned a role, the kitchen soon became a delightful mess. Flour dusted the countertops (and somehow Theo’s nose), chocolate smudged fingers, and laughter filled the air.

When it came time to pour the batter into the pan, Harry carefully smoothed the top, though the uneven distribution almost guaranteed a lopsided result.

“It’s not about how it looks,” Lily said wisely. “It’s about how it tastes.”

After the cake was safely in the oven, Theo tugged at Harry’s sleeve. “Daddy, can we play one more round of soccer while it bakes?”

Harry hesitated, rubbing his neck. “Maybe later, buddy.”

Theo frowned. “But it’s your birthday. You love soccer.”

“I do,” Harry said softly, ruffling Theo’s hair. “I just need a little break.”

The quiet moment didn’t go unnoticed. You exchanged a glance with Lily, who, despite her young age, seemed to sense it too.

Dinner was next—every dish carefully chosen to make Harry’s birthday meal special. The scent of garlic filled the air as you stirred the pasta sauce, the rich aroma blending with the freshly baked bread cooling on the counter.

Harry stood beside you, sipping a glass of wine, watching as you worked. “You know, you spoil me,” he murmured.

You smirked. “That’s the point, birthday boy.”

The meal was a feast. Pasta twirled around forks, laughter bounced between conversations, and the tiramisu at the end was met with eager, chocolate-covered smiles.

Then came the cake—imperfectly shaped, slightly uneven, but undeniably made with love. Candles flickered, their glow reflecting in Harry’s thoughtful eyes.

“Make a wish, Daddy!” Theo urged.

Harry hesitated for just a second before closing his eyes and exhaling, sending the flames dancing away.

Cheers erupted, and as slices were passed around, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Harry was happy—there was no doubt about that—but his smiles, though present, didn’t quite reach his eyes. There was a quiet hesitance to his laughter, a weight behind his usually bright gaze. After the kids went upstairs to play before bed, you thought it was the perfect time to ask him before it started to eat you alive.

“Alright,” you said softly, settling beside him, tucking your legs under you, feeling the warmth of the couch seep into your bones. You glanced at Harry, his posture tense, his gaze unfocused. “What’s going on?”

He sighed, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to carry the weight of the world. He ran a hand through his curls, the dark strands falling messily around his face, but there was no playful energy behind the movement. It was a motion you’d seen him do a thousand times, but now it felt heavy, like he was trying to push away something too big to ignore.

“Finished the album,” he murmured, his voice almost flat, like it was an announcement he was struggling to fully accept.

Your heart leaped, a surge of pride filling your chest. “Harry, that’s amazing!” The words felt like they should be the end of a conversation, the punctuation at the end of a happy story. But the air between you both still felt thick, unspoken words hanging just beyond reach.

He nodded, but his eyes never met yours. Instead, he looked down at his hands, those same hands that had made magic in the studio, that had written lyrics that touched the deepest parts of people’s hearts. But now, they looked tired. “It means the next part is coming. The interviews, the promo, the tour…” His voice wavered, breaking ever so slightly as if just saying it made it real. “I’ll be away a lot, more than I am away now.”

The excitement that had been bubbling in your chest froze, replaced by a quiet realization. “Oh.”

His shoulders slumped, and he ran a hand over his face in frustration, like he was trying to rub away the feeling that had settled there. “It’s the first time I’ll be gone for so long since the twins were born.It kills me to go to long meeting or writing sessions how can I bear to be without them or you for months? I—I don’t know if I’m ready for that.” He glanced at you, and for the first time, you saw the vulnerability in his eyes, raw and unguarded. “Knowing you won’t be there either makes it even harder.”

Your heart ached for him. You knew this day would come—the day when the album would be finished, the day when he’d have to step into the spotlight again, but the reality of it hit hard. You reached for his hand, the familiar warmth of his skin grounding you, and intertwined your fingers. You squeezed gently, offering him all the comfort you could muster in that moment. “Harry, we’re always with you. No matter where you are. You could be halfway across the world, and we’d still be right here.”

You lifted his hand and placed it over your chest, where your heartbeat thrummed steady and sure beneath the palm of his hand. “The kids will miss you, yeah, but they’ll also see their dad doing what he loves. You’re showing them that dreams are worth chasing, that it’s okay to follow your passion, even when it’s hard. You’re showing them what courage looks like.”

He exhaled shakily, nodding, but the sadness still lingered in his eyes. “But what if they feel like I’m leaving them?” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper, like the fear was too big to hold in.

You smiled gently, the curve of your lips soft, but with an undeniable certainty. “They won’t. Because they know you always come back. And no matter how far you go, you’ll always find your way back to us.” You nudged him playfully, a small glint of mischief in your eyes, trying to lighten the heavy mood. “Besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we all know you love a dramatic reunion.”

He gave a small chuckle, but it was like the weight on his shoulders had lightened just a little. He shook his head, a fond smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’re impossible.”

“But I’m right.” You kissed the corner of his mouth, a soft press of your lips that spoke volumes. “And we’ll be cheering you on every step of the way. You’re not alone in this.”

Before he could respond, a light patter of tiny feet interrupted the moment, drawing both of your attention. The soft click of the door opening made you look up, and there stood Lily, clutching a piece of paper in her hands, her wide eyes sparkling with excitement. “Daddy, I almost forgot! Your last present.”

Harry’s brows lifted in surprise, his lips parting in an unspoken question as Lily climbed onto his lap, settling herself with a quiet, determined air. She handed him the drawing with both hands, her little face so proud of her creation. It was a colorful portrait of their family, but something about it felt different from the usual drawings she’d given him. “Daddy” was written inside of her chest, as though enclosed within her heart, surrounded by bright, crayon hues, as if she was keeping him close no matter the distance.

Harry’s breath hitched, and his eyes stung with the kind of emotion that hit you right in the chest. His throat bobbed as he stared at the drawing, blinking rapidly as if to ward off the lump that had formed there. He looked down at his daughter, trying to steady himself, but the love in his gaze was so fierce it took your breath away. It was like she knew her father was going trough a tough time and needed a reminder.

“What’s this, darling?” His voice was thick, strained with the emotion he couldn’t seem to hold back.

Lily beamed, the innocence and purity in her smile lighting up the room. “Well, You go away sometimes daddy and work, but it doesn’t matter because you’re always in here.” She tapped her own chest, and your heart swelled as she looked up at him with all the love in the world. “You are always with me, wherever I go. I love you all the time, no matter where you are.”

Harry’s arms wrapped tightly around her, and he buried his face in her curls, pressing his lips to the top of her head, his hands shaking slightly as he held her. He whispered, his voice thick with emotion, “I love you so much, my little love.”

“ I love you more daddy,” she whispered slightly, like she understood how important this moment for him was, even though she would probably forget it in a few years, it was engraved in Harry’s mind. “ I am happy that you are born.”

You felt a sharp breath catch in your own throat, your eyes welling with tears as you watched the tender, raw moment unfold before you. It was as if time had stopped, the only sound in the room the steady rhythm of their breathing, the warmth of their bond. It was a quiet reminder that love, no matter the miles, would always find a way to endure.

He held her just a little longer, his heart grounding itself in the softness of her presence, as if trying to memorize the feel of her before the world pulled him away. The weight on his shoulders, just moments before so heavy, seemed a little lighter now, a little more manageable. The tenderness in his eyes as he pulled back to look at you spoke volumes. There was no perfect answer, no flawless solution, but for this moment, at least, he was at peace.

“Alright monkey, it’s time for bed.”

As the night drew to a close, and you both lay in bed, the soft hum of the house around you, you rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. He let out a soft sigh, a sound of both exhaustion and relief. “Maybe you’re right,” he murmured into the quiet, his voice full of tenderness.

You smirked, the warmth of his skin beneath your lips so familiar, so comforting. “I usually am.”

A soft laugh escaped him, but this time it felt real, a sound full of ease. The kind of laughter that held both love and acceptance, the kind that made the weight of the world feel just a little bit lighter.

And as he drifted off to sleep, his breath evening out beneath the soft cover of night, you closed your eyes too, knowing, with all certainty, that no matter where the music took him, no matter how far the road stretched ahead, he would always find his way home.

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What Alexandra and Martin have is amazing, I love their friendship so much. It's so genuine and precious, and I can't wait to have Mel and Jack back on my screen. ❤️

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Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce at the US Open

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Why I think Emily and Gabriel are not there yet, but are still endgame

[SPOILER DISCUSSION BELOW ABOUT S4, PART 1]

So we 'dont yet know if Emily in Paris will have a S5 and although the second half of the season has not yet aired, I suspect they are about to toss a huge wrench into Emily and Gabriel's relationship. So below are a list of pro's and con's based on a random fans observations.

Well start with the Cons:

Gabrielle has always kind of been wishy washy when it comes to committing to Emily and even Camille. He was even wishy washy once he realized Emily returned his feelings. One foot in, one foot out.

Emily has always been afraid of her feelings and attraction to Gabriel. She even resisted her attraction somewhat before Camille came into the picture.

Camille is a serious problem for them. Although I can sympathize with her situation a little, she is manipulative, and has proven in the past and currently, that she is somewhat selfish and has and will put herself above Gabrielle/Emily's relationship. And the argument that she was selfless in leaving Gabrielle at the altar is not that strong, especially since Camille neglected to mention her affair with Sofia. She also refuses to accept accountability for her affair with Sofia.

Alfie definitely got the short stick, but its not like the writing hasnt been on the wall.

Pros:

Unlike Camille, Emily values truth and honesty, and has put others above herself on numerous occassions.

Emily and Gabrielle having this brief interlude together for S4, Part 1, has allowed them the chance to explore what their lives would look like as a couple. They deserved that much after everything they went through and were frankly at the point where they had to 'caca or get off the pot' so to speak. So glad they got that chance.

Emily and Gabrielle, have a deep connection with one another and a strong friendship. Aside from Emily's friendship with Mindy, her relationship with Gabrielle comes in second.

Emily and Gabrielle have been the happiest they have ever been, especially when they are around one another. Its really endearing to watch them together.

So the biggest obstacle in their path at the moment is Camille. When and if Camille will ever decide to tell Gabrielle the truth and bow out, is pretty much the kingpin that would allow for Emily and Gabrielle's happily ever after.

Seeing previews for the second half of the season, it appears as if Emily will have a new love interest in part 2. Im assuming "Camille's secret" is the reason for her leaving Gabrielle. I think in addition to Camille however, Emily and Gabrielle need to establish that they are fully committed to one another to work. Since Camille is no longer pregnant, Gabrielle needs to make up his mind on whether or not he wants co continue with Camille or make a clean break to continue with Emily. That said, I think its possible and because I was a long time fan of Darren Star's other show "Sex and the City," (which shares many similarities with 'Emily in Paris,') its likely like Carrie and Mr. Big(who had many committment issues as well)--they finally get them together in the series finale because the will they/wont they is the biggest pull for fans of the show.

What do you think of 'Emily in Paris' S4 so far?

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1x10 | 4x4

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Love them so much 🥹

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Happy birthday to this angel!!👼🏽👼🏽👼🏽

I hope she is surrounded by her loved ones on her special day and is feeling cherished and celebrated by all who care for her💗

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What did you think of Harry giving a music source to people magazine? I think that’s his first time doing something like that

what do you mean exactly? the recent article about taylor and harry and the music source mentioned in there? :)

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their love language is touch 🥹

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Tayrry in Japan blurb🇯🇵🍣

Everyone that knows Harry is aware of his love for Japan. But it wasn't just Harry's favorite place; it held a special spot in Taylor's heart as well.  

Both found solace, safety, and tranquility in Japan's unique blend of culture, serenity, and hospitality. Their shared love for this destination made it an obvious choice for them to explore together, creating new memories in a place that resonated deeply with them. 

…….. 

“I’m so glad to be back here” Taylor says with a dimpled smile. “It’s so beautiful!” 

"Just wait until you see it at night; the night lights never fail to leave me breathless," Harry shares with a smile. 

"And I can't wait to experience that with you," she responds, mirroring his smile. 

“Oh, is that so” Harry says with a smirk, as he wraps an arm around her to pull her close.  

Before Taylor could respond, their conversation was interrupted by the sound of a horn honking. 

“Hi love birds!” They look and see what the interruption is, and it was, Kunichi (one of Harry’s friends) here to pick them up.  

As Kunichi began stepping out of the car and making his way to them, Harry jokingly remarked, "Did you have to honk?" before giving him a hug. 

"Yes, I did. Who knew what that little moment between you two was going to turn into," he says with a knowing glance. 

Harry rolls his eyes playfully. "Taylor, this is Kunichi, the friend I was telling you about." 

"Hopefully only good things," he says as he starts to move in for a hug. 

"Of course," Taylor says with a soft chuckle. "It's great to finally meet you!" 

“And you as well," Kunichi responds. “Okay let’s get moving. I want to avoid the traffic." 

They then start to load all their bags into the car and once they are finished and settled in, they're ready to hit the road. 

……. 

During the car ride, they chatted about what they wanted to do during their stay and made plans to hang out together. 

Once they finally arrived at Harry's home in Japan. They grabbed their bags, thanked Kunichi for the ride, promised to catch up with him later, and then made their way up to Harry's place. 

"Oh, I love it!!" Taylor exclaimed as Harry opened the door. "It's just so you." 

Harry smirks, "It’s so me, huh?" 

Tay's lips curved into a slight smile as she replied, "Yeah, all your homes feel so... it's always so..." She snapped her fingers, searching for the right word. "Homey!" 

"And there's a pink couch," she says with a playful smirk. "You always manage to have something pink in your house." 

"You know, I never realized that" he chuckles, pulling her close.  

"I guess you just can't resist a touch of pink." She says in response. 

"You know what else is pink that I can't resist?" Harry teases, his gaze dropping to her lips. 

"Oh, what could it be?" Taylor says in a knowing, playful tone. 

"Those pretty lips of yours," Harry whispers as he leans in to kiss her. 

After a while of kissing, Taylor gently separated from Harry and, while running her fingers through his hair, suggested, "I think it’s time we started getting ready for our day, don't cha’ think?" 

"I think I like this better," Harry murmurs as he leans in to kiss her once more. 

"No, no, let's go," Taylor laughs, pulling her head back. 

Harry pouts but does what she says, and they start unpacking and getting ready for the day ahead. 

…… 

They kicked off the day by grabbing a bite to eat at Harry's favorite sushi restaurant. Throughout their meal, Taylor had to bite her tongue to avoid making a reference to his song “Music for a Sushi Restaurant.” 

As if Harry could read her mind, he jokingly says, "Don't even think about it." 

Once they finished, they took the train into the city to do some shopping around for things like food, snacks, toiletries, and just random things that caught their eye. 

Taylor has a deep love for collecting little knickknacks. She remembers how she got a few during her last visit here, so they were also on the lookout for those as well.

After spending around an hour shopping, they encountered a friendly fan who mentioned how beautiful the cherry blossom trees were during this season. The fan suggested that they should go and see them while they were here. 

Excited about the idea, they typed it into their GPS and set off to find their way to the cherry blossom trees. 

After a few wrong turns and detours, they eventually arrived at their destination. 

"Wow!" Harry said, taking in the beauty of the tree. "This might just be the second most beautiful thing I've ever seen." 

Taylor, equally mesmerized by the tree, asked, "What's the first?" She genuinely couldn’t think of anything more beautiful than this moment. 

Harry smiled softly, "You are, Tay. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."  

Blushing, Taylor smiled shyly and replied, "You're too sweet, H. 

Taylor never ceased to be amazed by Harry's ability to find new, sweet things to say to her, and she loved that about him.

"It's true. I mean every word," Harry said earnestly as he reached for his camera. "Let me get a picture of you here." 

Taylor poses, and once the photo is taken, she playfully takes the camera from his hand and snaps a picture of him. 

“So cute baby,” she says as she looks at his photo of him. 

They then stumble upon a bench and just talk about random stuff, laughing and enjoying each other's company. 

"I'm really happy we came here," Taylor says with a contented expression. 

"Same here," Harry replies warmly. "Being here with you is just perfect."  

"Really?" Taylor says softly and she kisses him. 

Harry pulls back slightly, his smile warm as he whispers, "Yeah, you’re everything to me," and playfully gives her eskimo kisses. 

With a giggle and a dimply smile, she leans in closer and whispers back, "So are you to me." 

……

This was a short and sweet one!🥰

Since I've never been to Japan, it was hard thinking of a plot for this blurb, but I hoped you all like it!❣️🫂

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Dad to be Harry thoughts 💭❤️🤰🏼

❤️- the second he knows your the one he would be planning on how to tell you he wanted a baby .

❤️- he’d make it clear that he’s ready to be a dad but that there would be no pressure on you , he just wanted you to know he was ready . ❤️- when you tell him your ready , you know he would tear up . ❤️- he would buy all the pre pregnancy vitamins and ovulation tests to make sure you had the best chance of falling pregnant .

❤️- he would feel a little disappointed that you didn’t fall pregnant straight away , but would never let you know that . On the outside he would remain optimistic.

❤️- he would notice small changes to your body and behaviour even before you might..... noticing that you look a little softer than usual or that your boobs look slightly bigger or that you use the bathroom more but he would never bring it up .

❤️- when you tell him your pregnant , he would cry with you and tell you how much he loves you and how happy he is that your doing this togeather .

❤️- he would have all the pregnancy apps on his phone and weekly would tell you “ babe the baby is a size of grape this week “. ❤️- have a copy of the scan in his wallet and a recording of the first time you both hear the heartbeat on his phone .

❤️- his love language is normally touch but since you’ve fallen pregnant the man can’t get enough . Always touching your belly even before you have A visible bump and sometimes not even realising he’s doing it . Just a protective thing he does now .

❤️- the first time he feels the baby kick , he would be in total awe. Talking you your bump to try and feel them move again .

❤️- buying all the baby clothes from Gucci .

❤️- he would be so stubborn when it came to building the furniture for the nursery even tho you both could afford someone to do it for you both he would claim he can do it because “he’s a dad now “ .

❤️- wouldn’t let you do anything around the house incase you hurt yourself . Saying how he wants to take care of you because your “growing someone special in here “ as he rubs your belly . ❤️- tries to keep healthy snacks in the house to satisfy your cravings but has no issue going to Tesco to get you ice cream at 3am.

❤️- putting on sympathy weight around his tummy and you thinking it’s the cutest thing but you tease him “babe which one of us is pregnant again “. ❤️- generally being the most supportive dad to be 🤰🏼.

[goldenlinixx]

Taylor Russell

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