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Keep You Safe

Singer!Y/N

Mentions: Minor angst, fluff

Harry knew it was a bad idea for Y/N to keep touring while she was pregnant.

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“Baby, can you get my vitamins?” Y/N calls to Harry as she walks around, trying to pack up the last things from their hotel room. She was moving to the last location tomorrow of her tour, just one more concert in San Francisco tonight, then to LA and it’s over.

“Got ‘em, love,” Harry replies, walking in the room with a backpack on his back, two duffel bags on one arm, a few grocery bags that they’d put their dirty clothes in on the other arm, and a suitcase in tow behind him.

“Bubs, what are you doin’?” Y/N giggles, walking over to take the grocery bags, or anything to get some stuff off his hands.

“Ah,” He stops her, stepping back so she can’t get anything, “Y’cant carry anything, not on my watch.”

“I’m pregnant, Harry, there’s a baby in my stomach, it’s not like m’bones will break with the slightest of force all of a sudden,” She scoffs, reaching to get a bag again.

He steps back once more, though, “Exactly, y’pregnant with our little petal, so I’m not risking anything.”

With a roll of her eyes and an exasperated sigh of defeat, Y/N at least got to hold the door for him as he shuffled out of the room.

The tour had been going smoothly. Everything was in check, Y/N was healthy, Harry was with her every night because he was off right now, and most importantly, their baby was healthy. At three months pregnant, her bump had just begun showing. Harry loved the little bump more than he ever thought he would, picturing their little girl in their, growing everyday, a mixture of him and Y/N. He knew it was a girl, had a gut feeling about it, and Y/N, too, was hoping for a girl. They didn’t want to get the gender yet, though, and in the end, they’d love their baby no matter what he or she comes out as.

By the time they got to the arena that night, Y/N was rushing around like always, one minute being shoved into makeup, next minute having clothes thrown her way to put on, some fans backstage also for her to meet at one point.

At that point, Harry stayed in her dressing room because none of the fans knew Harry was with Y/N. He was MIA right now, though many people had guessed he was with Y/N simply because they’re dating. Well, dating to the public eye. Still, no one but close friends and family knew Y/N and Harry had gotten married, and they’d planned to keep it a secret as long as possible, just as they would with their little girl.

“Promise to come off stage if you feel any discomfort?” Harry mumbles, chin rested on Y/N’s head as she was curled into his chest, minutes before her queue to go on stage.

She giggles, pulling back to look up at him, knowing that all the staff and stuff walking around were probably looking at the two a bit oddly. She was supposed to go on stage in 2 minutes, already in her outfit and her makeup done. She couldn’t resist a quick cuddle from her Hazza, though. “I’m wearing thigh boots without heels just for you,” She chuckles, “I’ll be fine, bubs.”

After that, she’s rushed on stage, starting her show. She was confident that she’d be fine, knowing there was only one time when she’d have to get off the stage. Though, that time was a very risky piece, walking through barricaded fans to get to b stage in the middle of the arena she was playing at tonight. Though, Y/N had faith in her fans that they’d be respectful and not too touchy.

As the time came, she walked from the main stage a bit nervously, but kept a calm demeanor. With security in front and behind her, she stopped to greet some friends, smiling and waving at them and taking some pictures. The beginning to her next song was starting, so she was on a bit of a time crunch.

“Oh!” She gasps, tripping over her own feet a bit, but easily regaining herself as she turns to the nearest fan, “Clumsy even when I’m not wearing heels, Jesus!”

From there on it was easy, going to b stage with some performers to do four songs, four of her favorites because they might loosely be based about Harry, maybe. Everything was amazing, the energy, her vocals were cooperating, she felt lovely and well. Y/N could’ve sworn her bubs inside her was dancing as well.

It was a bit hard not to cup the small bump when she sang a slower song, one based around how she wanted to start a life with someone she loves, the song that she’d written directly about Harry and their baby the day after they’d found out she was pregnant. It was newer, and the fans were more than stoked she’d performed it for the last shows of the tour, but none knew the real implications.

“Doing amazing, petal,” She mumbles under her breath, very subtly running a hand over her little bump through the oversized sweatshirt she was wearing as she walked off b stage. Her smile was unstoppable, hearing the chant of her name as she made her way back to the stage to sing the fans’ favorite song, and one of her favorites, also.

“Hey!” Someone yells from her left, and Y/N’s eyes snap over as she sees one fan shove another.

She wants to tell them to stop, but her mind thinks straight to her belly, the bean inside her. She steps back, and the security rush her towards the stage while other guards take care of that. A sudden gasp pulls though the audience as the left pit tumbles over, making a low rumble as everyone topples over, and the barricades come down, too. There’s not enough time to react as the metal rails crash into Y/N’s hip painfully and send her falling, too.

She gasps out, arms wrapping around her bump as she tumbled over. The security guard in front of her is quickly reaching for her and catching her, pulling her towards the stage hurriedly, but her hip jolts in pain.

The audience sounds as if it’s in some kind of heated debate now, fans yelling at other fans for knocking into me, fans in the upper rows watching in shock and yelling to the pit. It’s making Y/N’s ears really ring, and she’s suddenly finding it hard to breath.

She’s scared. Y/N is terrified. What just happened? Why is everyone yelling now? Did anyone get hurt?

‘Did my baby get hurt?’

She tried to walk, but any pressure on her hips has her hissing in pain, and she can’t find herself to unwrap her arm from her belly, as if using it as a shield for her little one.

“Y/N!” She heard a familiar voice yell, turning some other heads, too. Harry’s sprinting, still only in sweats and a t-shirt from earlier, his face contorted in worry as he runs along the pathway between the pit and the stage, making it to Y/N in record time. “Hey, hey, baby, y’okay? Can y’walk, love?”

She shakes her head, “Think I hurt m’hip pretty bad, Har.”

He curses under his breath, “Can I pick y’up, love? Would-Would that hurt yeh?”

She shakes her head once more, already reaching for him as she feels tears welling in her eyes. Her other arm still doesn’t budge around her tummy, and she whimpers, teeth digging into her bottom lips as Harry picks her up bridal style, moving her hips in the process and causing pain to shoot through her, but once she’s situated in his arms, it’s much better than trying to stand.

“We’ve gotta get her to the hospital,” He tells the security guard before quickly maneuvering back to backstage. It was minutes before Y/N was sat in an ambulance, paramedics checking over her as they were parked behind the arena. She always had a nurse go everywhere with her, and in this instance it came in handy.

“C-Can you check if our baby’s alright?” Y/N stutters out to her on-scene nurse while the paramedic checks her vitals and her hip bone.

“When we get to the hospital we can do a sonogram to check on her,” Her nurse promises, sending a small reassuring smile.

Harry’s hand gripped Y/N’s tightly the entire way to the hospital, and the few minutes they had to be apart once she was being x-rayed were just about Hell for the curly haired man.

Though, he couldn’t say sitting in the sonogram room was any better.

“She’s alright, yeah?” He quietly mumbles, feeling his eyes welling with a few hot tears, trying desperately to hold them back, but the thought of losing his little girl was tearing him apart.

“I don’t feel any cramps or bad pain other than in my hip, Har,” Y/N tells him, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. “I think she’s our little soldier.”

He kisses her knuckles, then keeping her hand close to his face as he nervously taps his knee, occasionally resting his head on her hand. As the door opened, though, he was up and alert.

A nurse walks in, smiling at the two, “Mr and Mrs. Styles?”

“That’s us,” Y/N confirms.

Harry stills feels the flutters in his tummy from knowing Y/N was now Y/N Styles, knowing she’d accepted his last name. No matter what, they were together. That’s really all he needed.

“Alright, well, let me just get right to it,” The nurse hums, “You must be eager to know the state of your child’s health after an incident like that. Though, with no direct contact to the stomach, I couldn’t imagine any real harm was done.”

Harry and Y/N both visibly relax at that, though both anxiously waiting as the gel was spread over Y/N’s bump. Harry’s eyes watch the monitor intently, hand gripping his lovie’s as he watched the little white blob appear on the screen, the nurse moving around a bit to get a good view and check everything.

“Perfect,” The nurse smiles, “Your baby looks to be perfectly healthy, and because you, Mrs. Styles, are not feeling any discomfort or pain in your stomach, you have nothing to be worried about.”

Harry lets out the deepest sigh. “Bloody hell,” He groans, head resting on Y/N’s bicep.

She giggles, hand coming up to run through his curls, looking at the nurse,” He gets a bit paranoid.”

The woman laughs, “Oh, I have seen it all. You two are fine, though, you’re baby girl seems to developing beautifully.”

Harry’s eyes snap open, and Y/N’s body freezes. He raises his head, looking at the nurse as he slowly asks, “Did you say... girl?”

The nurse raises her brows, then nodding, “I did.”

Y/N lets out a small chuckle of disbelief, “Oh... she’s so gonna be a momma’s girl! Isn’t that right, petal?”

“Oh, no y’don’t, poppet!” Harry exclaims, scoffing as he presses a kiss to where Y/N’s tummy isn’t covered in the gel, “Our girl is gonna be team dad, isn’t that right, petal?”

“I’m the one carrying her for nine months, doofus,” Y/N giggles, shoving him away jokingly.

“Takes two to tango, lovie,” Harry smirks, leaning in to pepper kisses all over her face.

“You’re gross,” She feigns disgust, though wrapping her arms around his neck, “Now, let the nurse finish up her job and stop being a creep, creep.”

“I’ll show y’creep, love.” He eventually sat back in his chair, the two looking to the nurse.

She shrugs, wiping the gel from Y/N’s tummy. “I thought I saw everything up until now. Now, I’ve seen everything.”

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Harry and Y/N’s first Thanksgiving in their home... and a little announcement.

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“Bowie!” Y/N‘d let out a small giggle as their large dog ran by her, right into the awaiting arms of her husband, Harry. He’d be squatted by the front door, bag strewn on the floor so his arms could encase their year old Bernese mountain dog. He was a hassle, Bowie, and the couple hadn’t really known what kind of dog or what size they wanted, but after looking in a few shelters, the, back then, puppy was sat, three months old and abandoned for some unknown reason.

Easy to say Harry and Y/N couldn’t resist.

They’d just moved into their home at the time, living there for a good month before they’d gotten him, but he fit in well and loved it almost as much as they did.

“He only likes you cuz you have the food,” Y/N would pout, walking over to take the bags beside him to the kitchen, filled with all the ingredients and such. “Your mom and sister are gonna be here at 12, so we need to get cooking, bubs.”

Harry’d chuckle, scratching behind Hugo’s ear before standing and following his wife into the kitchen. “Hm, or we could tie up some loose ends before they gets here...” He trails off, arms wrapping around her from behind as she stood at the large, black marble island, looking through a recipe book she’d bought. “They’re staying the night before leaving tomorrow, and after this morning, I don’t know if I can wait.”

“If you can’t wait even one day, what are you gonna do when we have little ones running around who want our attention 24/7 and barge into our bedroom without knocking?” She hums smugly, turning around to face him.

Harry shrugs, “I’ll find a way, but right now...” his hands slowly trailed down her sides, toying with her jeans.

“Sorry, mister,” Y/N giggles, cupping his face and pressing a quick kiss to his lips before slipping out of his hold.

“Hey,” he whines softly, catching her hand in his, making her turn back to him. He feels a little smile crawl on his lips as he feels her wedding ring, looking at the simple diamond on her finger, the pretty hand only he gets to hold. “‘M sorry if I crave m’wife every hour of the day,” He mumbles, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her to him, “Jus’ can’t help that y’that pretty.”

With a roll of her eyes and another, slightly deeper kiss, Y/N manages to finally get him to focus, “Let’s get everything in the oven, then maybe we can think of something.”

It‘d be a couple hours later, after Harry’s mom and sister had already arrived, when they’d all be around the dining room table, food that Y/N was beaming in pride about set out to eat, all working on dessert. Y/N was really enjoying everything, she was enjoying life. She was married to the absolute man of her dreams, she had a dog and a home with him, they’d managed to cook an entire meal together without burning down their new and rather expensive home. There was just one more thing.

She clears her throat softly, “Hey.” The three had looked over at her voice, Harry beside her with his hand on her thigh. “I just wanted to say this Thanksgiving has been amazing, and I really couldn’t be more blessed than to have met Harry, then meeting you guys, Anne and Gemma, and being so graciously accepted into your family and allowing me to love your son. And now, Harry and I have this house and Bowie,” She chuckles softly at the mention of their dog, “And it is a big house, much too big for just Harry, Bowie, and me.”

Anne’s eyes had slowly begun widening, a little smile growing on her lips, Gemma looking just as anxious to hear what Y/N was to say next. Harry looked confused, but an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“So, I’m pretty happy to say/announce that it, uh, might not just be us three in the house anymore,” Y/N blushes as she tells everyone.

“Are you saying...” Anne asks slowly, eyes blown wide as she looks at her son’s wife. As Y/N nods, confirming her thoughts, she lets out a cheer, “Oh, my god!”

Gemma’s grinning ear to ear, “That’s amazing!”

Harry still looks confused, though, “What?”

Y/N sighs, though a little smile at her oblivious husband, “You know how we’ve been trying for a baby?”

He nods slowly, then his face suddenly turning in realization , “Wait, y-you’re-?” He can’t find the words, just looking at her stomach, flat right now, but holding a little bean made up of him and her. “There’s a baby in there?” He gasps, leaning forward to place his hands on her tummy, looking between it and her eyes.

Y/N nods, giggling as she watched him, “There’s a little you in there, bubs.”

Harry shakes his head in disbelief, picking her up into a hug, “Not just me, lovie, us. God, I love you so much.”

Y/N grins as he sets her back down, “By next Thanksgiving, Har, there’ll be 5 of us.”

“We made a baby, oh, my god...” He mumbles, wrapping her up in his arms and burying his face in her neck. “And who says team work isn’t everything?” He jokes.

“Jesus-“ Y/N scoffs, laughing at his joke, “Harry, do not make me regret having a baby with you.”

“You could never,” He teases, pulling back to cup her face, “Plus, we aren’t just having a baby together, we made a baby together.”

Y/N blushes, “You’re mom and sister are right there!”

“And we’re happy as ever! If Harry would stop hogging you, we might get to congratulate you, too!” Anne jokes.

“Hey, I’m starting a family, I get to be a little selfish with the mother of m’child,” He pouts, snuggling himself in Y/N, “Gotta make sure our little girl doesn’t get too attached to her cuz she’s definitely gonna be a daddy’s girl.”

“Oh, don’t you dare start this, curly!” Y/N gasps, “I’m carrying her for nine months!”

“I gave the supplies, though,” He smirks.

“That’s it,” She giggles, shoving him lightly, and Harry’s soon darting down the hall away from her as she chases after him. “Even when I’m pregnant I can take you down!” Bowie follows, too, excitedly leaping at his parents playful movements.

Anne and Gemma just watch them go, Anne humming in content, “I like how they unanimously decided their baby was going to be a girl.”

Harry lets a little yelp down the hall, followed by a laugh, “God, not the tickling, please no! Our baby wouldn’t want y’to do this, lovie!”

Gemma chuckles, “I like how Y/N really can take him down even when she’s pregnant.”

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Kinda upset that “When The Party’s Over” wasn’t really liked??? It was one of my favorites that I’ve ever written :(

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When The Party’s Over

“I’ll only hurt you if you let me.”

Mentions: Angst, Depression

Don't you know I'm no good for you?

There was no way around it. Y/N has had depression since she was young. Whether it be seasonal, or if she went an entire year without an actual breakdown, it would always be there. She took pills to keep herself steady, and they worked. Y/N loved life. She really did.

When her and Harry had begun dating, it was undeniably the best thing to ever happen to her. He brought a light into her world that she hadn’t even glimpsed at since she was very young. A light she hadn’t seen she was naive.

“Babe?” Harry’s voice chirps, snapping her from where she was zoning out, stood in the master bedroom of their home. They’d moved in together. This was further than any other relationship either of them had experienced.

“Yeah?” She clears her throat, looking over.

I’ve learned to lose you, can’t afford to.

“I have to go out again,” Harry has a pout on his lips. “They need me to re-record some things for one of the songs.”

Y/N tightens her grip on the counter unnoticeably, then looking over without missing a beat, a small smile on her lips. “Okay, don’t miss me too much, though.”

Her joking tone is light, making Harry let out a sigh of relief. He’d been incredibly busy lately, and feeling even more guilty for not spending a lot of time with Y/N, but once he got his work done, he’d have time to make it up to her. “Thanks for understanding, baby love,” He hums, pulling her into a hug, one that has Y/N’s eyes burning with tears that she has to fight to hold back, breathing in his scent and feeling his warm arms.

She didn’t need to cry. Things were alright, right?

“You gonna be okay while I’m gone?”

Wrong.

His voice is laced in worry as he asks the question, making Y/N’s heart drop. Harry was slipping away piece by piece. She knew it was happening. It always did eventually.

Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'

“I’m a big girl,” She giggles softly, though her eyes wet. “Don’t have to worry about me.”

Harry had to worry about her, he did worry about her. Every. Single. Day. It was wearing him out.

Y/N tried. She tried so hard give him what he needed. She’d try to feel, tried to laugh at his little jokes like she used to, she tried to be sexual with him, anything and everything to stop him from worrying so much.

But nothing ever stops you leavin’

It never works. She wanted him bad, needed him around. If he could just wait it out for a few more days or weeks, she’d be better. Everyday she was slowly progressing, then she’d crash a bit and start over. She’d take more meds, get stronger prescriptions. She was making progress.

Y/N was making progress for him.

She wanted to be what he needed.

“Love you,” Harry sighs, kissing her forehead before walking from the bathroom to go grab his bag and head out.

Quiet when I’m comin’ home, and I’m on my own

The truth is she couldn’t be that. Y/N loves Harry. She loves him so much it hurts and it’s frustrating and embarrassing that she isn’t mentally healthy, that she needs medication to even get herself out of bed.

She doesn’t need medication to be able love Harry. She just needs a stronger dose to be able to express it. She feels it, deep down, clawing at her at night as he holds her, how her tummy flutters and her hands squeeze his a bit tighter as he softly snores. He was everything she needed.

But she couldn’t say it, and it was maddening.

She was trapped within herself.

Don't you know too much already?

She’d never opened up to anyone like she had with Harry. That’s why this was going to be hard. It was going to be impossible almost. But it was gonna happen. Inevitably, she knew it was gonna happen. It always did.

He couldn’t be with someone like her. She couldn’t be with anyone. They were never meant to work out.

I’ll only hurt you if you let me

Her face was flushed. Her heart ached, literally. Her chest felt as if it was gonna cave in, practically holding her breath as she went around the room because she knew if she breathed in she’d smell him and that wasn’t gonna happen. It couldn’t happen. She associated his scent with home, and home is supposed to feel warm and soft and relaxing, and at that very moment, she felt everything but. Her home was in a studio right now living his dream and doing what he loves.

But he was also probably worrying over her. Even her muddled mind could pick that out. It had to stop eventually, something had to happen so Harry could be Harry. She had to eliminate what was blocking him.

But nothing is better sometimes

As she throws her heavy bag on the bed, arms shaking as her weak state of mind is muffling her coordination, making the bag topple over and all the contents to fall out, making a frustrated cry leave her lips, quickly scrambling to try and shove it back in the bag messily.

Once we’ve both said our goodbyes

Her chest began heaving at that, pants between her choked sobs as she tried to desperately get the things back where they were meant to be because she just can’t do this right now and she feels like she needs more medicine, like she needs enough medicine to go to sleep for a bit, but she wouldn’t do that. She needs to breathe, but she can’t stop crying and she’s not sure why, which makes her sobs only grow.

Let’s just let it go

Y/N silently lies in her home that night, Harry’s arms tight around her, him practically snoring as he walked in the door earlier, barely enough mind in him to take off his shoes and shirt before collapsing in the bed.

She’d sat and watched him for a bit.

She watched his chest move and his hands grip the sheets a bit until they found her skin, soon gently tugging her into his body.

She listened to his sleep talk about random things, to his little snores, basked in the way his tummy pressed to her back and his face buried in her hair.

Let me let you go.

Y/N watched him again, as she stood in the doorway of their master bedroom. Her eyes were as silent as her tears, hot and burning her cheeks as they seemed to come anew with every breath Harry took. Beside his head, on the nightstand, there was a note. She shouldn’t leave one. She needs to do it quick and with finality.

She takes a moment to take him in one last time.

That’s all though. One moment. After that, she’s turning on her heel and keeping her fists clenched and head high as she quickly makes her way downstairs, not daring glance around their house. She doesn’t glance at the kitchen they used to make dinner in and bake cookies in. She doesn’t glance at the living room, doesn’t dare think on the holidays spent together and the pictures taken by Harry’s mum in there that were always followed by excited squeals of Harry finally having found the one. And Y/N doesn’t dare even think of the room that was placed directly next to the master bedroom, much too aware of the “So, you want to be a parent?” pamphlets that were also sat in there, and the bag full of pregnancy tests waiting to be taken within the next couple of weeks.

Quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own.

Y/N’s eyes only watch the road, absolutely deafened by the silence that rings in her car, and she swears she could hear a cry of her name from the home she’d just abandoned.

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hi girly!! there’s a fellow harrie (stylesonly) who posted a gofundme page bc she needs help! she’s 29 weeks pregnant and got fired from her job! i know you have a platform so if you could spread the word that would be great!! thank u!!

Yes! This is important, and everyone who sees this, even if you can’t donate, at least reblog to help her out! @stylesonly

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Hey do you know any Harry girls who do plus dice readers? It gets old to read about a “small frame” in fics when you are curvy :((

I have one in my masterlist, and the rest of mine aren’t specific in the size of Y/N... but @haaarry has a plus size one also. Other than that I’m not sure :(

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You’ve been writing a lot of imagines for “Harry” lately and since you are taking a break I was wondering if you could finally write my lazy eye request? I am not saying it to be mean because I know you have a lot going on and I’m happy for you it’s just I’ve been waiting for this for a long time! And if you can’t write it that’s okay to just let me know than! Good luck with everything! Love your work! See ya soon!

Aw hun I’m sorry :( I’ll start it when I get back from school and see if I can’t get somewhere I promise 💕

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Gotta Get Better

*Requested*

Mentions: Minor Angst, Fluff

Harry is too stressed.

Y/N didn’t realize it had started before it had gotten bad. It started with small things. She’d glance over at Harry when he was lounging on a couch backstage before a show, or when they were walking through a mob of fans, all just to make sure he was alright. She had only really noticed it after 5 months of them dating.

His clenched fists, the tugging on the ends of his hair, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands and leaving little marks. She’d simply thought it was a nervous habit at first. And it was. It was just a nervous habit that Harry would find himself doing whenever he was a bit stressed, but it slowly became more.

Once the two had reached their 8 month mark, she’d noticed it more and more, and she’d begun to worry. There he was, the love of her life walking around home with faint bruises on his arms from how hard he’d grip them, semi-permanent crescent moon marked in a fiery red color in his skin, his lips bitten and red from his tireless biting and nibbling. It was worrying her, easy to say.

“Gah- Fuck!” Harry’s groan from inside the recording studio has Y/N’s attention caught.

She’d been grabbing some coffees for the two of them since Harry was working a long day in the studio trying to finish up his second album. She makes her way back to the main studio, though, silently opening the door and peaking her head in.

There’s her Harry, fists clenched and knee bouncing angrily as he glares at his notebook in front of him. She frowns as she sees this, stepping forward to talk to him, and in the next second he’s hitting his thigh in frustration, eyes then screwing shut for him to bring his hands up and rub at his temples.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Y/N gasps quietly, walking over to him and setting the coffees on the small table in the corner. “Hey,” She repeats, kneeling in front of him, hands resting on his knees.

Harry sighs deeply, fists unclenching and hands moving from his face so his eyes can meet her’s. “Sorry, I just…” Harry tries to make an excuse, but Y/N’s gently settling her hands in his reddened one’s.

“I know,” She mumbles, bringing his hands together in hers and placing a kiss to them. She does know. She knows how stressed he gets, how he’s always had a thing for perfection whenever it comes to any of his own endeavors.

“My first album, my first world tour,” He sighs, “They were so successful and did so well not just with money and ticket sales. They did well because I put my heart into them; they came naturally. Now, with my second album and soon enough second world tour…” He trails off, eyes closing as he rests his forehead on their intertwined hands. “What if it’s not good enough? What if it’s shit and the sales flop and my career is-“

“Don’t say you’re careers over,” Y/N scoffs, cupping his face so he’ll look at her, “You’re Harry, not just Harry Styles. You’re more than ticket sales and money, bubs. The music will come to you eventually, m’love, it always does, and if you release an album that you 100% love and no one else likes it, who cares? You made music you believe in, and that’s all that matters.”

Harry looks at the woman in front of him, hand squeezing hers gently, mumbling so quietly that he thought for a second he hadn’t said anything. “Y’think?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, then smiling at the curly haired man, “I know, silly British boy. Y’got me, your mom, Gemma-“

“Y’jus’ call me a silly British boy?” He jokes.

“I’m supporting you!” Y/N giggles, shoving him lightly as she stands up.

Harry wraps his arms around her hips, tugging her into his lap (almost making the chair he’s sat in tumble over in the process), and pulling a laugh from her. “What would I do without you?” He hums, Y/N adjusting herself so she’s straddling his lap in the chair.

She shrugs, “You wouldn’t be able to write anymore love sick serenades, I know that f’sure.”

It’s Harry’s turn to roll his eyes, “Yeah? Want me t’serenade you? Want me t’serenade you, huh?”

Y/N giggles as his fingers dance lightly over her sides, squirming in his lap, “Dont you dare, Harry Styles!”

“Oh, I dare,” He smirks, cupping her face and pulling her intoxicating lips to his for a sweet kiss.

She hums into it, body relaxing as hands slipping behind his neck, finger slowly weaving into his hair. She’d almost forgotten about what he was getting at just seconds ago, his kiss that distracting to her. That is until he’s suddenly gripping her sides and tickling them once more. A sudden yelp leaves her lips, pullling them apart. “No!” She giggles, squirming from his lap to stand up.

“C’mere, ‘m gonna serenade yeh, lovie!” Harry teases, hopping up. Y/N jogs our of the room, her contagious laugh following her, making the widest grin spread on Harry’s lip. As he’s running after her, his chest elated and all frustration and sadness from just minutes ago wiped away, he knows everything will be okay.

With her, Harry will be just fine.

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Well I meant for it to come out tmrw... but it’s out now so !!!

I'm very proud of you and I support you, focus on it, do your best and work for what you want until you get it. Work hard, play hard, be nice. Always progress as a person in every way you can. I hope you grow more and more. I'll miss you being around and I'm reading the new stuff you wrotte right now and liking it. Can you please upload one of my other requests too? Specially for when I get too sad, it would be really helpful and I would appreciate it a lot. Thank you very much. Lots of love. H

Thank you for the support, bunny! I have your other request coming tomorrow, and I hope you enjoy it, it was fun to write :) I hope you don’t get too sad, and if you do, that my writing helps <3

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Gotta Get Better

*Requested*

Mentions: Minor Angst, Fluff

Harry is too stressed.

Y/N didn’t realize it had started before it had gotten bad. It started with small things. She’d glance over at Harry when he was lounging on a couch backstage before a show, or when they were walking through a mob of fans, all just to make sure he was alright. She had only really noticed it after 5 months of them dating.

His clenched fists, the tugging on the ends of his hair, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands and leaving little marks. She’d simply thought it was a nervous habit at first. And it was. It was just a nervous habit that Harry would find himself doing whenever he was a bit stressed, but it slowly became more.

Once the two had reached their 8 month mark, she’d noticed it more and more, and she’d begun to worry. There he was, the love of her life walking around home with faint bruises on his arms from how hard he’d grip them, semi-permanent crescent moon marked in a fiery red color in his skin, his lips bitten and red from his tireless biting and nibbling. It was worrying her, easy to say.

“Gah- Fuck!” Harry’s groan from inside the recording studio has Y/N’s attention caught.

She’d been grabbing some coffees for the two of them since Harry was working a long day in the studio trying to finish up his second album. She makes her way back to the main studio, though, silently opening the door and peaking her head in.

There’s her Harry, fists clenched and knee bouncing angrily as he glares at his notebook in front of him. She frowns as she sees this, stepping forward to talk to him, and in the next second he’s hitting his thigh in frustration, eyes then screwing shut for him to bring his hands up and rub at his temples.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Y/N gasps quietly, walking over to him and setting the coffees on the small table in the corner. “Hey,” She repeats, kneeling in front of him, hands resting on his knees.

Harry sighs deeply, fists unclenching and hands moving from his face so his eyes can meet her’s. “Sorry, I just...” Harry tries to make an excuse, but Y/N’s gently settling her hands in his reddened one’s.

“I know,” She mumbles, bringing his hands together in hers and placing a kiss to them. She does know. She knows how stressed he gets, how he’s always had a thing for perfection whenever it comes to any of his own endeavors.

“My first album, my first world tour,” He sighs, “They were so successful and did so well not just with money and ticket sales. They did well because I put my heart into them; they came naturally. Now, with my second album and soon enough second world tour...” He trails off, eyes closing as he rests his forehead on their intertwined hands. “What if it’s not good enough? What if it’s shit and the sales flop and my career is-“

“Don’t say you’re careers over,” Y/N scoffs, cupping his face so he’ll look at her, “You’re Harry, not just Harry Styles. You’re more than ticket sales and money, bubs. The music will come to you eventually, m’love, it always does, and if you release an album that you 100% love and no one else likes it, who cares? You made music you believe in, and that’s all that matters.”

Harry looks at the woman in front of him, hand squeezing hers gently, mumbling so quietly that he thought for a second he hadn’t said anything. “Y’think?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, then smiling at the curly haired man, “I know, silly British boy. Y’got me, your mom, Gemma-“

“Y’jus’ call me a silly British boy?” He jokes.

“I’m supporting you!” Y/N giggles, shoving him lightly as she stands up.

Harry wraps his arms around her hips, tugging her into his lap (almost making the chair he’s sat in tumble over in the process), and pulling a laugh from her. “What would I do without you?” He hums, Y/N adjusting herself so she’s straddling his lap in the chair.

She shrugs, “You wouldn’t be able to write anymore love sick serenades, I know that f’sure.”

It’s Harry’s turn to roll his eyes, “Yeah? Want me t’serenade you? Want me t’serenade you, huh?”

Y/N giggles as his fingers dance lightly over her sides, squirming in his lap, “Dont you dare, Harry Styles!”

“Oh, I dare,” He smirks, cupping her face and pulling her intoxicating lips to his for a sweet kiss.

She hums into it, body relaxing as hands slipping behind his neck, finger slowly weaving into his hair. She’d almost forgotten about what he was getting at just seconds ago, his kiss that distracting to her. That is until he’s suddenly gripping her sides and tickling them once more. A sudden yelp leaves her lips, pullling them apart. “No!” She giggles, squirming from his lap to stand up.

“C’mere, ‘m gonna serenade yeh, lovie!” Harry teases, hopping up. Y/N jogs our of the room, her contagious laugh following her, making the widest grin spread on Harry’s lip. As he’s running after her, his chest elated and all frustration and sadness from just minutes ago wiped away, he knows everything will be okay.

With her, Harry will be just fine.

[gucciharrywritings]

I'm very proud of you and I support you, focus on it, do your best and work for what you want until you get it. Work hard, play hard, be nice. Always progress as a person in every way you can. I hope you grow more and more. I'll miss you being around and I'm reading the new stuff you wrotte right now and liking it. Can you please upload one of my other requests too? Specially for when I get too sad, it would be really helpful and I would appreciate it a lot. Thank you very much. Lots of love. H

Thank you for the support, bunny! I have your other request coming tomorrow, and I hope you enjoy it, it was fun to write :) I hope you don’t get too sad, and if you do, that my writing helps <3

[gucciharrywritings]

Y/N can’t sit because of certain activities...

Singer!Y/N

Mentions: Minor Smut

“Fuck,” Y/N quietly mumbles, eyes blinking open as she sits up in bed very slowly. Harry was still lying on his tummy beside her, his arm sprawled over her hips, so she had to gently pick it up and set it on the bed, praying she wouldn’t wake him. Eventually, she’d managed to slip away from him, standing up. Though, a low discomfort burns in her nether regions, a little frown dipping in her lips. She walks towards the bathroom carefully, little winces coming from her involuntarily as small jolts of burning pain went through her, her hips a bit sore also from being grasped so hard.

Maybe fucking 4 times in one night wasn’t a great idea when they both had interviews and such the next day.

Y/N went to the bathroom really quickly, then washed her hands and brushed her teeth. As she was spitting out her mouthwash, the low patter of footsteps caught her attention, and the next second, a sleepy, very naked Harry was drifting into the bathroom, arms lazily wrapping Y/N’s also naked body and cuddling his face into her back.

“Morning,” He mumbles, hands gently rubbing at her sides.

“Hm, morning, curly fry,” She smiles at the sight of him curling into her through the bathroom mirror, arms resting on his that were around her stomach. She feels his lips slowly find her skin, pressing a small peck to her middle back, then very slowly making his way up her spine, wet kisses that have shivers running through her when the cold air hits them afterwards. Then, his face is buried in her neck, curls tickling her face and some stubble scratching at her neck, but her eyes flutter close in bliss, feeling the subtle sway to their bodies as they rock back and forth, the calming warmth radiating from him, and his sweet lips kissing at her sensitive spots. “We can’t do this this morning,” She mumbles reluctantly, really just wanting to stay right there, let him take her again right on that counter, despite the slight discomfort already in her core from last nights escapades.

Harry pouts, she can feel it against her skin, “Who said I was tryna do anything, m’love?” His deep tone, raspy and groggy from sleep makes her thighs clench a bit, but she finds the strength to turn around in his arms to face him.

As she does, he pulls back so they can be face to face, the pout on his lips still present, now from the loss of touch with his girl. He wants to smother her, have her wrapped tight in his arms every hour of the day, or have himself wrapped up in her’s, he didn’t mind either.

“I know you, silly boy,” She hums, cupping his face, taking a minute to look over his features that she’d become so familiar with. His green eyes, extra deep and doey in the morning, small bags in his eyes from sleepiness, but skin having this soft glow to it, and his lips always this nice pink shade, especially mornings like this one. Mornings where the two had spent the night before intertwined under the sheets for hours, biting and sucking at every inch of their bodies, lips eagerly moving together to try and get impossibly closer despite them already being pressed together in the most intimate way.

“Y’jus’ irresistible,” He shrugs, “I blame you f’my sex drive.”

Y/N can’t help but giggle a bit, “Oh, shut up. We got things to do today, and y’know it, curly. Plus, I could barely make it to the bathroom this morning.”

“What d’yeh mean?”

She chuckles, looking to her feet with an amused grin before looking back at her confused little bubs, “Y’were a bit rough last night, Har, had me walking like I’d sprained my ankle.”

Harry frowns at that, “Was it too much? Did I hurt y’too bad, lovie?”

“Hey,” She runs a hand through his messy curls to calm him, pressing a kiss to his nose, “‘M fine, jus’ gonna have t’be a bit careful today with how I walk and sit and stuff.”

“Coulda told me to stop or summat,” He says defeatedly, forehead resting on hers, “If I’d know I was hurting yeh-“

“Hey, it didn’t hurt one bit last night, mister,” Y/N hums, “Only pleasure, like it’s meant to be. If you asked me, I’d say you get a 15 out of 10 for performance last night.”

Harry released a slow sigh of relief at her words, the n rolling his eyes some towards the end, “Oh, wow, thanks for the good rating, Y/N.”

She giggles, “What? It’s true, we tried new stuff last night that I really liked. Who knew I’d enjoy being tied up?”

“Lovie-“

“Or having y’spank me,” She keeps going, smirking now.

“Babe, I-“

“Or using that cock ring-“

“Keep talking like that and I’ll have no choice but t’take y’again,” He growls lowly, pulling her body to press against his, his cock hardening between them and pressing to Y/N’s lower stomach.

“Yeah, think you can fuck me better than last night?” She teases, “I’d like to see y’try, Har.”

“Mm, thought y’had trouble walking earlier, lovie?” He chuckles darkly, gripping her hips and turning her back around to face the mirror, her bum now pressed to his straining cock, “Bend over.”

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ATTENTION!

not to alarm you guys w/ the all caps stuff... but a lot is happening my life right now, and this time it’s really good stuff! I’m making moves towards my dream job, and I want to really focus on myself and my health and continuing this uphill movement :)

But I am going to end up leaving here for pretty long... I have about four things already written that I’m gonna release over the next week or so, then Imma have to say bye for a little :(

I just want to make sure you all are alright and stuff, and by you all, I specifically wanna address possible-Harry and @titanicbuff1912 bc you guys were always so nice to talk to and active and I love you guys :( I just wanna make sure you’ll be chill w/o me here for a bit, and that I’m not giving up writing! I still love writing so much, and I’ll probably come back eventually (who knows, I might miss tumblr too much and be back after a week) but for now, I love you guys and I hope you like the last few imagines I have :)

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It’s Always Been You

Singer!Y/N

Mentions: None

Harry wants to pop the question but is nervous.

Three years. Harry and Y/N had been together three years. Harry had been with the love of his life for three years.

It was crazy to him, but made so much sense at the same time. The endless dates in hotel rooms because they couldn’t go in public without being bombarded with paparazzi, but still he loved them because he was with her, the countless times they’d just lied in bed in silence because one or the other was touring so much and they needed to simply bask in each other for a few minutes. It was all clicking in place.

There was only one thing left to do: get engaged.

If she said yes now, she would have time to finish up her wolrd tour, then they’d have a few months to plan. That was if she said yes. For some reason, Harry was deadly afraid she wouldn’t. He knew he was just over thinking, but the nagging was always in the back of his mind, as if that beautiful woman would somehow realize she was way too good for him before he could even pop the question.

Y/N had told him endlessly, though, through the three years of them being together that she was unchangeably in love with him. Whether it be crying over FaceTime because they were in different countries, or when they were making love in a hotel room somewhere in the world because they finally managed to find one day to be together through their busy schedules.

He wanted to do it now. It was the time, it felt right. Even with Y/N being stressed and bothered about starting her next album for her next tour, and Harry’s team planning a new movie role and modeling job for him, something felt right in his stomach. Plus, with his third world tour just ending, he had been on the road with her for a week, and was going to be with her the rest of her tour. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for them.

“Har?” Y/N’s voice makes his head snap up. He was sat on the couch backstage at the arena, ready to do his normal reading and some texting with his manager while he awaited her back from the stage. She’s stood there in the doorway in deep orange, high rise pants with a simple black camisole tucked into them, and Harry can’t help but think she looks extra pretty in that moment.

“Yeah, love?” He hums, finally snapping out of his daze, his eyes meeting hers.

She smile softly, “I’m going on stage, but after the show, you’re all mine, bubs.”

Oh, hell yes, he is. He’s all her’s always, forever. At least, he wants to be. He hopes she wants him in that way, too.

It’s only until after the show, when she’s curled up in his side in the car that he feels his palms begin to clam up. “Baby,” She had mumbled sleepily, her hand sliding in his, “Are y’hot? Y’hands are all clammy.”

He could only chuckle half heartedly, slightly embarrassed, “No, no, ‘m fine, sorry, love.” And he’s tried to take his hand away to wipe at his jeans and calm himself down, and because she seemed a bit grossed out, but Y/N just held tighter, bringing his hand up to kiss his knuckles softly.

She took a nap on the twenty minute car ride back, but when she woke up and they were in the elevator up to their room, she was a little ball of energy, giggling at everything and talking about the concert, as if the adrenaline was just then pumping back through her.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Harry laughs, watching in amusement as she kicked off her shoes and tried to pull him towards the bedroom, muddle mumbles from her lips about cuddling and movies. “How about we get in our pjs and then have some dinner?” His heart is pounding just as he asks that, but the smile that crawls on her face eases it.

“This place has-“

“Ispahan,” He finishes her sentence for her, knowing it’s been her favorite dessert ever since she first came to Paris on her first world tour.

Y/N giggles, “Mm, my man memorizing my favorite cake, how romantic.”

“Three years and I’ve memorized your favorite everything,” Harry rolls his eyes jokingly, tapping her bum lightly as she walks towards the bedroom, “I’ll order right now, m’love.”

Harry changed into his baggy pajama shorts and a t-shirt, quickly dialing room service and ordering some entrees, a slice of the cake, and a bottle of the nicest red wine they had. By the time he’d finished setting up the table, in front of the doors leading to the balcony because it was a bit too chilly to be outside in their pjs right now, she walked out, hair in a French braid and one of his sweatshirts on. Harry can’t hold back a little chuckle as she walks in pantsless, knee socks on as well.

“Comfy?” He teases her, walking over to where she was stood between the double doors of their bedroom, arms wrapping around her as he presses a sloppy kiss to her forehead.

“I actually am, thank you very much,” She replies, a smug smile on her face, “You look silly wearing pants. No one is comfy in pants, and whoever says they are is lying.”

Harry rolls his eyes, “Oh, I’m dating a bloody genius.”

Just then, a knock comes from the door, and Y/N sends a joking glare at him, “You’re lucky our foods here, mister.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry laughs, shaking his head as he walks to the door. The server brought their food in, setting it on the table that was prepared, then leaving it them.

Y/N smiles as she sees the table all ready, then sitting down slowly, Harry sitting across from her. They got to eating, and both of them could eat quite a lot, but Harry was rather nervous and feared he’d heave it all up if he ate too much. So, he ate about half his plate, then the two splitting the cake.

“This is the life,” Y/N hums, eyes closing and an exasperated moan coming from her as she chewed the cake.

“Sat in Paris eating a raspberry macaron cake?”

“No!” She giggles, “Well, that’s part of it. But, you know, being in Paris due to my job that also happens to be my dream, eating a cake with my boyfriend who also happens to be the love of my life.”

Harry’s heart thumps harder at her words, “You love me... like that?” He quickly corrects himself, “You know, well, y’think I’m the one? Y’forever?”

Y/N quirks one eyebrow, chuckling quietly as she nods, suddenly a bit nervous about her words, “One hundred percent, Har. Is there something wrong with-“

“No! No, God, no, lovie,” Harry hurriedly tells her before she gets the wrong idea. “I just want to know that you love me, like, really love me, like... you’d want to spend the rest of you’re life with me...”

“Harry,” Y/N mumbles slowly.

“Can y’come with me, Y/N?” He asks nervously, standing up. He feels the box in his pajama pocket shift. Just that has his breathing increasing in the slightest.

Y/N knows what’s happening, or she has a great gist. And she can feel tears welling in her eyes as she slowly rises from her seat, taking his hand as he leads her through the glass double doors and outside onto the balcony of their hotel room. They were on one of the highest floors, giving them more privacy and a beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower in the distance, lighting up the city.

Harry looks to her as they stand in the middle of the balcony, Y/N shivering some. He frowns, his nerves taking him over, “W-We can go inside, if you-“

“No,” She quickly says, hands gripping his biceps lightly to keep him there close to her. “This is perfect, Har, everything is perfect.”

He feels his chest swell, and he lets out a shaky laugh, taking out his phone and going to his Spotify, clicking on the song he’d been listening to for the past day to prepare himself, the song he’d specially picked, the song that meant the most to them.

“Crystal by Fleetwood Mac, hm?” Y/N teases him, arms resting over his shoulders.

Harry blushes, setting his phone on the table that was sat in the corner of the balcony, “I should’ve gotten a speaker, but I’m a bit dim when I’m nervous.”

Y/N cups his face, thumb running over his cheek as she looks at him, a smile on her face. As the tears flood her eyes once more, recognition of what’s happening really hitting her, she rests her head on his chest, a little sob mixed with a laugh leaving her lips. “God, I love you,” She breathes.

Harry chuckles, “Why are y’crying, m’love?”

Y/N shakes her head as she raises it again, “Just can’t believe y’mine.”

“Yeah, well, I think we should make it even more so...” He hums, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the black velvet box.

Y/N feels hot tears slipping down her cheeks, wiping at them as she teases him, “I’m dating the corniest man in the world, aren’t I?”

Harry shrugs, getting down on one knee then and opening the box before nervously looking up at her, “Actually, I was hoping you’d be willing to marry him.”

Another sob mixed with a laugh leaves her lips, looking down at the breathtaking man kneeled in front of her in his pajama shorts and t-shirt, his eyes glimmering with hope as he looks up at her. “God, I love you,” She breathes, giggling through her tears as she nods her head, “Yes, yes, yes, how ever many yes’ you want, Har.”

He wipes a tear that slipped down his cheek before slipping the simple diamond encrusted band around her ring finger, standing up on shaky legs. “Love you so much,” He mumbles, scooping her up in his arms once the ring was on, a perfect fit.

She buries her head in his neck, “I love you, too, more than words could ever explain, Har.

He quickly takes her inside, chuckling some as he closes the doors to the balcony, “I could’ve picked a better time of day.”

“I think it was perfect,” She hums, cupping his face. He grasps her left hand in his, bringing it up to admire how the ring looks on her, what it signifies.

“I kept it kind of simple just so we could keep it a secret a bit,” He mumbles, then looking up at her, “If that’s alright. We don’t have to keep it a secret, and I-I can get you a bigger ring, I just thought you’d want-“

“Hey,” Y/N giggles, pulling her body closer to his, “Y’know I would’ve said yes even if y’bought me a ¢25 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles ring from an arcade, silly. And I think it’s best t’keep it a secret, too, just for a while so no one freaks out or anything. Behind closed doors, though...” She trails off, smirking up at him, leaning up so their lips brush.

Harry bites his lip softly before pressing his lips to hers and wrapping her legs around his waist in one movement.

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alright u guys flooded my inbox w stuff about medieval and vamp!harry and I’m really excited to do it... wanna send in some ideas ?

My idea so far is a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing where Harry and Y/N’s family are both royalty and hate each other, and Y/N’s family hunts vampires which adds to Harry’s family’s hatred towards them ???

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would you guys be interested in reading a medieval!Harry or a vampire!Harry? They don’t have to be combined, the vampire could be modern times if you want, or I could put them together ... thoughts?

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I have another singer!y/n coming tomorrow ... I cried while writing it :)