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World

“Harry, what have I told you about taking pictures of me while I’m at this state?”

Your husband only replied with a low chuckle, answering you correctly yet still not abiding to it as he grinned at you, turning the knob of his film camera as he makes a mental note to replace another roll of film since he’s more than halfway through with his current and not even a day has passed.

“Not to.”

He cheekily grinned, staring at you as you only playfully rolled your eyes that have been drooping and just begging you to shut them, yet being reminded again why you didn’t when your baby shifted on your arms, grabbing your attention by the time he did that made Harry smile to himself.

Four days post-partum with two of them being at home had Harry hot on your heels, going so far that he hesitated to go to the bathroom because he’s afraid of the fact that he can’t offer assistance to you at the same time.

Yet, in the same time, he became much more affectionate that he now brings with him this noticeably large diaper bag that contained both his angels’ necessities, UNO cards since this could provide as entertainment when you’re breastfeeding along with his camera, a film camera, a polaroid and even his phone which he alternately uses altogether, and in his defense, this deserves to be well-documented.

“Go to sleep, love — can handle this.”

You smiled reassuringly, looking at him across from you with the distance you could measure with a regular ruler, the both of you in Harry’s last-minute and makeshift but comfortable space in the living room upstairs that wasn’t too hot nor too cold according to the likes that the both of you were picking up from your boy.

There’s this chair in between the two of you where both pairs of legs are rested that held up the comforter, tiredly smiling at Harry who brought it back up to your reach when it slipped.

“I know you do, bub. But hey, s’our family now.”

The hours he spent awake couldn’t top off yours yet he was so tired, so genuinely, he was in awe of how you could pull this off. Doing almost triple of his work, he has this massive amount of respect that’s now added to what he had before for you, catching himself dazing off on looking at you.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

He let out a laugh, seeing on how flushed your cheeks were as he now realized that he did the thing again that didn’t falter in being one of those that would make you want to sink underneath and have your face buried into the little space and soothing your hands can offer.

“S’a big thing for you to ask that from me, love.”

Harry set his weight against his knees as he propped off his face with his hands, taking his time to just observe you.

Those bags under your eyes, his shirt that he lent — scratch that, it’s gave — to you so that you can easily lift it up with ease when his boy’s hungry, your messy hair you’ve tried to put up a couple of times yet miserably failed, even with his assistance until you finally gave up, or even your stomach that was slowly but surely deflating yet leaving some marks of your strength and your boy along the way.

There’s more to that but each one of those that he could and couldn’t think of at that moment — he’s in love with it.

He loves these details because they entail into meanings he equally loves too, wanting to memorize each and every one because he’s afraid that he’ll forget.

Harry looked at his love, the corners of his lips rising as he’s thankful for each and every second, fiddling with his fingers as he looked up, speaking again as he almost chuckled.

“Specially if your world’s right in front of you.”

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Wedding Night

Ok I’ve been saying that I would publish this so many times but here it is, and I kinda feel like it’s shit so I’m sorry about that in advance.

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I made a deal with myself that I wouldn’t have sex until I’m married.

Not because of religious reasons, but because I don’t want to have sex with just anybody.

I want to have sex with someone I know I’m going to be with for a while.

Or in this case, the rest of my life.

When Harry and I got engaged, I thought about actually, finally getting intimate with him.

But the fearful voice in the back of my mind kept saying that something bad would happen, and we’d break up.

Of course nothing is certain.

Marriage is no exception.

But Harry and I love each other so much, I can’t imagine my life without him.

I know that we’ll be together forever.

I’m finally ready.

- January 2nd, 2018 - Post Harry and YN’s Wedding Reception - YN’s POV -

Ever since Harry and I walked out of the reception hall and climbed into the car that would take us to the hotel, we were all over each other.

We’re so in love and so high on wedding adrenaline, we didn’t care about our surroundings or who was watching.

“I love you.” Harry mumbles, momentarily tearing his lips away from mine.

“I love you so much more.” I say, continuing to devour his lips with my own.

“Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Styles?”

Harry turns his head towards the driver of the car as I start leaving needy kisses down his jawline and neck, occasionally sucking on his soft skin.

The driver says something, but I wasn’t paying any attention.

I just want Harry. All of him. Right now.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go.” Harry says quickly pecking my lips before climbing out of the car and extending his hand for me to grab.

Harry squeezes my hand before getting our bags out of the trunk.

We both thank the driver before going into the hotel.

“Good evening, how may I help you?” The kind woman at the reception desk asks.

“We have a reservation under the name Styles.” Harry speaks, pressing a kiss to the skin of my hand.

“You two will be in room 1014 in one of the honeymoon suites, on the fifth floor. Congratulations.” She sends us a kind smile, while holding out the room keys.

Harry grabs them, thanking her. He kisses my cheek quickly before walking to the elevator with me trailing behind him.

We took a break from making out while in the elevator because I could feel my lips starting to swell in the slightest from all the kissing.

When the elevator comes to a stop and the doors roll open, Harry grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway, looking at all the room numbers plastered on the walls.

As we got farther and farther down the hallway, my nerves started to creep in.

Harry finally stops walking and I see that we’re at our room.

I take my hand away from Harry’s to wipe it on my dress, to get rid of the sweat that started to build on my palms out of nerves.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” Harry asks, turning his head to look at me.

Worry is swimming in his eyes and is written all over his face.

“I guess I’m just nervous about the sex and things like that.” I say looking down at my hands.

My nails are perfectly painted, and a diamond ring with a wedding band rests on my left ring finger.

Harry suddenly grabs my hand, making me snap out of my trance, and look at him.

“We don’t have to do anything that has to do with sex if you don’t want to. I don’t want to pressure you or have you rush into something that you’re not ready for.”

That’s exactly why I married Harry. He’s not the one to pressure anyone into anything they’re not comfortable with.

I shake my head.

“I want to, trust me, I do, I’m just nervous about the pain.” I hear that it hurts.

“If you really want to do it, I promise I’ll be gentle.” He says pressing his lips to the skin of my hand.

We walk into the hotel room hand in hand.

The room is immaculate.

Just as we walked into the room, my dress started to get very uncomfortable.

“Harry, can you help me with my dress please?” I ask, considering it’s laced up and I can’t reach the ribbon.

I feel Harry’s fingers at the back of my dress. As the ribbon got looser and looser, I could feel myself being able to breathe easily more and more.

It’s also starting to reveal a small surprise I have for Harry.

Once my dress is loose enough, I let it fall to the ground and step out of it.

“Holy shit. What’s that?” He asks, eyeing my matching lace bra and underwear set I picked up not too long ago.

“Is it too much? I wanted to get something else, but I thought this was cute and I didn’t-”

My rambling was cut off by Harry’s lips on mine. I jump slightly because of the sudden action, but I soon melt into his touch, like I always do.

“It’s not too much, you look stunning.” “Can I … Can I touch you?” He asks against my lips. I nod.

“Yes please.”

He doesn’t waste any time. His hands slide up my back to unclip my bra. I slide my arms through the straps, letting it fall to the floor.

He continues kissing me hungrily as his hands knead and squeeze on my breasts.

His lips leave a trail of soft kisses down my neck and down to my breasts.

His lips enclose around one of my nipples as his tongue circles around the hardening nub.

I let out a breath as Harry’s teeth gently graze my nipple.

His mouth switches to my other breast as his fingers toy with the one he just had in his mouth.

His hands gently grip my hips and pushes us back towards the bed, until we both fall back onto the soft mattress.

Harry kisses down my stomach, leaving red marks with his teeth all the way down to the lacy hem of my panties.

“Are you sure you want to do all this?” He asks, lifting his head up.

“There’s no one else I’d want to do this with. I’m one hundred percent ready to do this.”

He gives me a gentle kiss before kissing down my body again.

Both of his pointer fingers hook into the waistband of my panties.

He pulls them down my legs, letting them fall off the bed and onto the floor.

“You’re absolutely beautiful my darling.” Harry says before starting to leave small kisses on my thighs.

His large hands spread my thighs apart, and his lips go higher and higher on my thighs, gently sucking on my skin.

He pokes his tongue out slightly to lick up my slit, making me shudder.

“You taste heavenly.” He moans, licking me again.

I squeeze my eyes shut as he gently thrusts his tongue inside me.

I buck my hips closer to his face, but he places my hands on my hips, steadying them so I don’t move.

His lips gently suck along my folds until he gets to my clit.

He presses a gentle kiss to the nub before giving it long gentle sucks.

I moan out and grip onto his hair, trying to bring his face closer to myself.

I feel Harry gently push a single finger into my entrance making me jump slightly at the intrusion.

He starts pumping his finger in and out at a steady pace, the uncomfortable feeling melting away, being replaced with pleasure.

He pushes a second finger into me as his mouth continues to work on my clit.

With every flick of Harry’s tongue to my clit, more and more pleasure builds up inside me.

“Gonna cum for me darling? Can feel you clenching around my fingers.” Harry says, sending vibrations through my core.

I moan out loud and arch my back off the bed as I feel my orgasm wash over my entire body.

I guess I blacked out for a second because of the immense pleasure.

When I open my eyes, I see Harry standing by the bed, smirking at me.

And I see a huge wet patch on his shirt as well as seeing wetness on the lower part of his face.

How’d he get that?

“You squirted baby.” He says, reading the confusion on my face.

I bring my hands up and cover my face, as I feel my face heat up in embarrassment.

“Jesus. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s hot.” He growls before attacking my neck and collarbones with his lips.

I squeal in surprise making him giggle.

I pull away slightly to look at him.

“I love you.” I say, gently stroking his cheek with my thumb.

“Mm, I love you more.”

He presses his lips to mine in a gentle, soft kiss.

We were a mess of limbs while Harry got undressed.

When he finally did get undressed, all I could do was stare at his amazing body.

His body never ceases to amaze me in every way.

The dark ink of his tattoos are scattered all over his tan skin, and I can’t resist myself from trailing my hands across his skin, tracing the ink all over his body.

“Havin fun there darlin?” Harry asks, with a goofy smile on his face.

“Mhm. I can’t help that you’re so sexy.” I say, leaning up so I can kiss him again.

“Sexy? You’ve never used that one before.” Harry mumbles against my lips.

“Better get used to it.”

Harry grabs a condom from his pants pocket and tears the foil packet open with his teeth.

I hesitate for a second.

“C-Can I put it on you?” I ask, wanting to feel him.

He nods, with his bottom lip pulled in between his teeth.

I take the rubber and slide over his cock.

He groans as my hands touch his hard length.

His thumb gently caresses my cheekbone, as he looks into my eyes.

“I love you YN.” He says

“I love you Harry.” I say, stretching my neck up to give him a kiss.

“Ready?” He asks, gently rubbing my thighs.

I nod, looking up at him.

“If it hurts too much or it gets too uncomfortable at any moment please tell me and I’ll stop. Promise?” He asks looking right into my eyes.

“I promise.”

He gently pushes the tip of his cock inside me, making me shudder.

It feels weird, and there’s a slight burning sensation.

“YN?” He asks

“Keep going.”

He eventually gets halfway in when I feel something tear and a sharp pain shoots through me.

I squeeze my eyes shut, letting tears trickle down my temples.

“Sweetheart? I can’t do this, I’m hurting you YN.” Harry says, gently taking himself out of me and wiping my tears away.

“Harry, please, I want this.”

“No.” He says sternly.

“Harry.” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I know it’s supposed to hurt the first few times. But please, I want this. With you.”

He sighs, thinking for a second.

“Alright fine.” He finally says settling himself on the mattress again.

He pushes as much of himself in me that he had before and lets me adjust.

“How’s it feel?” He asks

“Um. Weird, but not as bad as before.”

“Can I start thrusting?” He asks, hesitantly

I nod, looking up at him again.

He pulls himself almost completely out and slowly thrusts himself inside me, making another sharp pain spread throughout me.

After a few rhythmic thrusts, I can feel the pain slowly melting away, and being replaced with pleasure.

Harry hits a spot inside me that I never knew existed, making me moan, and dig my nails into his shoulders.

“Feel that darling?” He asks nipping at the skin of my neck.

“Mhm, oh god.” I groan, feeling another wave of pleasure surge through my body.

Harry brings his hand in between our bodies and rubs lazy circles on my clit, making me clench around him.

“Christ, baby do that again.” Harry groans, starting to thrust himself in and out of me at a slightly faster pace.

Harry hits that one special spot inside me over and over, making my legs shake and my back arch off the bed.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum, Harry…” I whine his name, gripping onto him tighter.

“Cum for me darling.”

His words send me over the edge, my walls uncontrollably clenching around him as he rides out my orgasm, draining every ounce of pleasure from my body.

He gently pulls himself out of me and I bite my lip as I feel empty without him inside me.

He disposes of his soiled condom and lays next to me, gently kissing over the bruising skin of my neck.

I feel absolutely spent and just want to sleep, but I also feel sweaty and want a shower.

“How about I run you a nice bath… How’s that sound?” Harry asks in my ear.

“Mm, amazing.” I say turning my head slightly so I can kiss him.

“I’ll be right back.” He says kissing me once more before going off to the bathroom.

I rest my eyes while he’s running the bath.

Ten minutes later, Harry comes back and gently caresses my cheekbone with his thumb, making my eyes open.

“Bath’s ready.” He says and I sit up.

I slowly start to stand and grab onto Harry, feeling pain shoot up through my thighs and abdomen.

“You alright? I wasn’t too rough with you was I?” He asks, concerned.

“No not at all, just a little sore is all.”

Harry climbs into the bathtub first, and I follow him, laying against his chest.

His hands gently trail over my body, spotting each mark he left with his teeth.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Everything was perfect.” I say, laying my head against him.

“I love you, Mrs. Styles.” Harry says smiling down at me.

“I love you Mr. Styles.” I say leaning up to give him a kiss.

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Savior

Just as a warning before this imagine starts, this imagine in particular will include the topic of domestic violence so if you don’t like that, please don’t read. Other than that, enjoy my loves :)

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I walk into Target with my head hung low and the list of items I need to pick up permanently engraved in my brain.

Beer, pickles and hot pockets.

If I forget something, get the wrong kind of something, or too little of something, I would suffer the consequences.

Consequences include, cleaning the entire house, no food or beatings.

Jason thinks of many more consequences very frequently, but those are the most used.

Jason and I used to be an extremely happy couple. That is until he started drinking heavily.

When he got wasted, he got violent. He blamed everything on me and abused me physically, verbally and mentally.

I haven’t told anyone about Jason being abusive because he threatened to kill my family if I told anyone.

So I keep my head down and do anything and everything he asks.

My thoughts were interrupted by me bumping into a hard chest.

“I-I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I’m sorry.” I have the habit of saying sorry way more times than necessary since Jason has become abusive.

“It’s no problem love.” British accent.

I slowly look up and am shocked at what I see.

An insanely attractive man with dimples in his cheeks, a strong jawline, luscious brown hair and amazing green eyes.

I need to walk away from him. Now. Jason will have my head if I talk to another guy.

“What’s your name love?” Love. That name sends chills down my spine.

“YN.” I say, stuttering a bit.

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I’m Harry.”

“Nice to meet you.” I say, refusing to look into his eyes. I need to get away soon, get what I need and go home.

I clear my throat and start to walk away.

As I pass him, I feel a firm but gentle hand grip my wrist.

I tense at the contact and wiggle my wrist free.

“I didn’t mean to startle you darling.” It’s Harry. I turn around to face him. “I don’t want to be stepping over any boundaries or come across as rude, but are you doing alright? You look extremely pale and have a black eye.”

“Are you alright, YN?” He asks again.

I want to tell him. Jesus Christ I want to tell him so much. My skin is literally itching to tell someone.

I clamp onto my arm and dig my fingernails into my skin, to stop me from saying anything that will get my family killed.

“I’m perfectly fine. I’m a naturally pale person and I fell walking down the stairs because I’m clumsy. What right do you have, asking me if I’m alright? Get over yourself.” I scoff before walking away.

I quickly get what I need and speed home. When I walk inside our condo, Jason is sitting in front of the TV with a beer in his hand.

“What took you so long?” He asks harshly, his voice making me want to curl up into a ball and stay there forever.

“There was a long line at the register. The store was packed.” I’m starting to get good at lying to him, he’s always too drunk to notice.

“Got what I needed?” He asks, setting his empty bottle on the ground and stumbling over to me.

“Yes I did. Would you like one now?” I ask

“Yeah, but make it quick. I don’t wanna wait around to eat.” He spits before getting back into his chair.

I take a deep breath and walk off the the kitchen to prepare his food.

When it’s done, I bring it out to him. He roughly grabs it from me and takes a bite.

I hear a loud muffled groan and he spits the bite he had in his mouth back onto the plate.

“What the fuck?! Are you TRYING to kill me?!” He asks, throwing the plate down on the side table.

“N-no.”

He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me up so my face is level with his. He yanks my hair once before letting go.

“Why was it so hot huh?”

“I-I don’t know. I just put it in the microwave for as long as the package said.”

“Mhm sure you did.” He says kicking the side of my leg. I yelp out and lean down to clutch my leg.

“Aw, did that hurt?” Jason says, smiling menacingly at me. “What consequence should you get this time?”

My eyes go wide.

“No Jason, please don’t, I promise I didn’t mean to. Please don’t punish me. I’ll do better next time.” I plead, hoping that he won’t punish me for once.

“You should’ve thought about that before you made my fucking food too damn hot!” He screams.

I close my eyes as he continues to yell at me, screaming all the reasons why I’m worthless and why no one would want to be around me.

His words hit me like a truck. I start sobbing loudly, covering my face with my hands.

My mind trails back to Harry that I met at Target not too long ago. I’d give anything to see him again.

He gave me a strong sense of peace. With his stunning green eyes, amazing smile and those adorable dimples.

Everything about him screams safety.

I need him to wrap his arms around me and tell me that everything’s going to be alright.

That Jason will never hurt me again.

I snap out of my trance when I feel Jason harshly slap me across the face.

“You worthless piece of shit! You can’t do anything right!”

After hitting me a few more times and more screaming he finally settles down.

“Just go clean both bathrooms and leave me alone.” He says before going back to his chair and opening another beer.

I run upstairs and quickly clean the bathrooms before going into the guest room.

Jason doesn’t let me sleep with him anymore, unless he wants sex.

I change into something more comfortable before crawling under the covers and crying myself to sleep, again.

The next day, I wake up early to make Jason breakfast before I go to work at the local hardware store.

Work is the only escape I have from Jason. I crave to go to work.

Of course, my boss Danielle forces me to take two days off each week, even though I really don’t want to do that.

But I always listen to her.

I walk into the store and Danielle immediately takes me by the arm, dragging me towards the back.

“We have a new worker today. His name is Harry. I want you to show him around and teach him a few things. Can you do that?” She asks.

Harry. Oh god. That can’t be the guy I met yesterday can it?

“Oh. I-I don’t know,”

“YN please? Both Troy and Luke called in today. Just for today, and maybe tomorrow. I’ll let you work an extra day.”

She doesn’t know why I crave working but she doesn’t question it.

“Fine I’ll do it.” I’ll take anything that can save me from Jason for an extra day.

“Thank you YN, you’re a lifesaver. Harry’s in the break room.” She says squeezing my hand before walking away.

I take slow steps to the break room. I take a deep breath before opening the door.

His back was facing me, but I immediately saw his unmistakable curly hair.

Fuck.

This can't be happening.

It’s him.

“H-Harry?” I ask, immediately getting his attention.

“YN. It’s you.” He says rushing up to me, grabbing my hands in his.

I quickly pull my hands away from his, Jason’s face flashing in my mind.

“I was hoping it would be you.” He says, smiling at me.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” I ask, walking back out into the main store.

I walked Harry all over the store, showing him where things are, where certain things go, and where the deliveries are dropped off.

After that, it was time for lunch.

“So tell me YN, do you have a boyfriend?” Harry asks and I almost choke on my sandwich.

“That’s an extremely personal question Harry.” He shrugs

“I’m just trying to get to know you better. And I’m wondering if I have any competition.” He says with a wink.

Jason would tear him apart if he had the chance. He would tear me apart if he knew I was talking to him.

“I do have a boyfriend, his name is Jason.” I say, getting quiet.

“How long have you two been together?”

“T-Three years.” I say as flashbacks of us being happy flash across my mind.

“That’s quite some time, I hope you two are happy together.”

I quickly get up and rush to the bathroom, sobbing into my hands.

I really want to tell him everything. I want to get away from Jason. As far away as I can and never see him again. But I can’t.

I successfully avoid Harry the rest of the day.

I get home from my shift around 6:30 and slowly make my way to Jason and I’s condo.

“YN?” The all too familiar voice asks, making me turn around.

“Are you following me Harry?” I ask

“What? No, I live here.” He says and I shake my head.

“Why don’t you just let it go? You’re a great guy Harry, but I’m with Jason and I love him. Just leave me alone.” I say rushing inside, leaving him speechless.

Jason gets right in my face as soon as I walk in the door.

“Who the hell was that?” He asks, his beer breath making me want to vomit.

“No one, just someone I work with.”

“Why did you ask him to leave you alone huh? You fucking him instead of me?” He asks and I shake my head.

“Answer me, whore.” He says slapping me across the face making me squeal.

“I promise you, he’s just someone I work with. Nothing else.” I manage to get out through the tears that have fallen down my cheeks.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He says hitting me again, before grabbing both of my wrists tightly in his hands.

“Please let go. Please just leave me alone.” I cry out.

After a few more hits he leaves me alone.

I trudge up to the guest bedroom and cry myself to sleep, just like I do every night.

I was restocking shelves the next day when Harry runs up to me, out breath.

“Is Jason hurting you?” He asks and I freeze.

I finally come back to my senses and let my hands fall to my sides when I feel myself start to break.

I nod my head as I feel thick, hot tears slide down my face.

“Oh YN.” He says, bringing me into his arms, letting me sob into his t-shirt.

“How long has this been going on for love?” He asks, gently stroking my hair.

“He’s been abusing me for about two years. He said that he would kill my family if I told anyone. He’s going to kill my family Harry.” I say clutching onto him tighter.

“No YN. I won’t let that happen. At all. I’m going to protect you from him.” He says kissing my forehead, sending waves of calmness through my body.

“Let’s go and turn this bastard in.” He says taking my hand and guiding me to his car.

On our way to Jason and I’s house, Harry called 911, mostly because I don’t have the guts to do it.

“Thank you Harry. I seriously can’t put into words how thankful I am for you getting me out of this.” I tell him and he grabs my hand.

“You don’t have to thank me YN. I just don’t want you to be going through this.” He says pressing a kiss to my skin.

I hold onto his hand tightly the rest of the ride, not wanting to let go.

When we get to our condo, I see about three police officers trying to guide Jason to their car but he’s not having any of it.

I quickly get out of the car and examine what’s going on.

“You fucking whore! You’re the one who turned me in! Fuck you and your little boy toy!” Jason yells.

Harry quickly comes up behind me, whispering in my ear and trying to get me back in the car.

I felt a surge of confidence run through me.

“Fuck yeah I turned you in! You’ve made the last two years of my life a living hell, for what? So you can use me? Well lucky you Jason! I hope you rot in hell!” I yell at him.

His face turns a deep shade of red and he tries to run towards me, eventually breaking free of the officer’s hold.

Harry pulls me behind the car and steps in front of me.

A loud, sudden bang rings in my ears, making my head throb.

I look out from behind Harry to see Jason laying on the road with a bullet in his temple.

A loud sob of relief escapes my lungs, making Harry turn around and hold me tightly.

“Shh. It’s ok love. He’s gone. He won’t hurt you again. You’re safe.”

“You promise?” I choke out, only clutching him tighter.

“I promise I’ll protect you for the rest of my life with all that I have.” He says pressing a kiss to my head.

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Basketball

Another imagine for you guys :) sorry that the ending is kinda cheesy I didn’t know what else to do

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Harry has a few weeks off from tour, so we’re spending as much time as we can together before he has to leave again.

Granted, our time is most likely spent either having sex, laying in bed, or watching tv, whether we’re cuddled up in the living room or our bedroom.

We’re such homebodies when he’s home, which I don’t complain about. I love spending quality time with him.

It’s just a normal day, Harry and I are cuddled up on the couch, watching tons of our favorite movies.

We’re about three movies in, watching my all time favorite Beetlejuice.

Halfway through the movie, I notice Harry starting to get antsy.

“What’s up with you?” I ask, turning my head to look at him.

“I’m bored, I wanna go out and do something.” He whines.

“What do you wanna do?” I ask, running my hands through his soft hair.

He thinks for a second.

Then his eyes widen as he gets an idea.

“Basketball!” He says sitting up straight and turning his body to face me.

“Basketball? Can’t we do anything that doesn’t involve running or physical activity?” I ask

“come on YN, please?” He asks, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout. I can never resist him when he does that, and he knows that.

“Fine.”

Five minutes later, I’m standing in Harry and I’s shared closet, trying to find something to wear.

I finally settle on a pair of black leggings and a slightly bigger t-shirt, with a sports bra underneath.

I hear Harry come up behind me and his hand grabs my ass cheek.

“You’re so naughty.” I say turning around to face him, to see him in only his boxers.

“I can’t help it when those pants make your ass look extremely nice and your hips curvier than they already are.”

I roll my eyes and move to the side, allowing Harry to find clothes to wear.

He finds a pair of basketball shorts and slips them on, and then he looks through his various assortment of t-shirt’s.

“I don’t think you should wear a shirt. I like you better without one.” I say

“Now who’s being naughty?” He asks, looking over his shoulder to wink at me.

“I’m not being naughty, I’m only being truthful.” I shrug

“We both know what you meant, princess.”

After we’re both fully clothed, we go back downstairs.

I sit on the couch, tying my shoes while Harry walks into the kitchen.

“Can you get me a water bottle from the fridge please?” I yell to Harry in the kitchen.

“Already on it babe.” I smile at his thoughtfulness.

“You should eat something before we go.” I say standing up and walking into the kitchen. He hands me a protein bar.

“Why are you being so nice today?” I ask, grabbing the bar from him.

“What do you mean? I can’t do things for the woman I love? Has that become a crime?”

“No it’s not a crime but I don’t know, you seem extra nice.” I say, and he brings me into his arms.

“I just love you.” He says leaning down to kiss me.

When we get to the local YMCA, we go into the gym, to see it sectioned off.

Harry and I find and empty section and start messing around.

I stand closeish to the net and shoot the ball.

Right before the ball leaves my hands, Harry comes out behind me and tickles my sides, making the ball not even go near the net.

“Harry you can’t do that!” I say as he continues to tickle me.

“It’s so easy to bother you, and I love it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss to the skin below my ear.

After a while of just shooting, we wanted to play a game, but we didn’t want to play one on one, we wanted other people.

Just then, a group of four nervous girls walk up to us, asking Harry for pictures. He poses with them and talks to them for a bit.

“Do you girls want to play with us? We were just looking for more players.” Harry asks them. They all look at each other like they could faint at any moment.

Then they look back at us and nod.

Harry was on a team with two of the girls, Olivia and Maddie, and I was on a team with the other two girls, Meghan and Skye.

Harry called for a team huddle and I roll my eyes while I stand with Meghan and Skye.

“How’s dating Harry?” Meghan asks excitedly.

“He’s way more of a dork than you know.” I say making them both giggle.

I look over at Harry’s team and see Olivia and Maddie look at me, giggle, and then look back at Harry, nodding their heads.

The game is going well, considering no one has scored yet.

Skye passes me the ball and I dribble it a few times before stopping to shoot.

I raise my hands in the air with the ball and I feel Harry’s strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the ground, spinning me in the air.

“You need to stop cheating!” I say, dropping the ball.

I can see Olivia, Maddie, Meghan and Skye filming us. As he sets me down, he attacks my neck with his lips, making me squeal.

“Harry stop, they’re watching.” I say and he finally stops.

“I’m sorry about him.” I say turning to the girls as Harry wraps his arms around my waist.

“I love my YN.” Harry says pressing another kiss to my neck.

After Harry, Olivia, and Maddie won, we took a break to get water and relax.

“YN? Can you get me more water please?” Harry asks with a pout on his beautiful lips.

I roll my eyes and nod, walking over to him to get his empty water bottle.

Before I can walk away, Harry grabs my hips in his large hands and presses a kiss to my lips.

“I love you.” He mumbles against my lips, making me smile.

“I love you.” I say kissing him once more before leaving to get more water.

When I come back into the gym, most of the lights are off.

I walk, confused, to our section of the gym to see Harry nowhere to be found, but a long line of 15 or so people, facing away from me.

I see Olivia, Maddie, Meghan and Skye hidden behind a wall, with their phones pointed towards me.

“Harry?” I ask, looking around, trying to find him.

Just then, all the people in a line turn around, and they’re all holding pieces of paper.

After taking way too long to figure out what the papers said, I finally made out the words ‘Will You Marry Me?’

I can feel my jaw go slack and my eyes go wide. So this is why Harry has been extra nice and clingy lately.

The four girls move away and Harry walks up to me, grabbing my hands.

“What are you doing?” I ask, shocked that this is actually happening.

“Something I’ve been thinking about doing for years.” He says pressing a kiss to my hands before getting down on one knee.

“YN. I’ve known you for years. You’re my best friend. Of course our relationship hasn’t always been happy.

“There have been ups and downs, but we never let those hardships come between us.

“I love you so much and it would be an honor, to continue the rest of my life with you.

“So, YFN, will you marry me?” He finishes, pulling out a velvet box from the pocket of his shorts.

He opens it, revealing a stunning, shiny diamond ring.

Usually I would scold him because he spent too much money on me, but that thought isn’t anywhere near my thinking process.

“Yes yes yes I will marry you.” I say, finally being able to get the words out of my mouth.

Harry slides the ring on my finger and presses his lips to mine, lifting me off the ground, making me giggle.

“I love you.” I say against his lips.

“I love you more.” He says kissing me again.

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