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Harry talks about why he chose to go to Japan alone and a lasting memory from the trip. (via @INTSonyMusicJP)

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Harry via Sony Music Japan

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Harry chats to Scott Mills about the Official Charts on @BBCR1.

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HARRY COVERING JUICE BY LIZZO

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Harry talking about the inspiration behind Fine Line on The Ellen Show, airing tomorrow.

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Harry talking about the poster inside the Fine Line vinyl on The Ellen Show, airing tomorrow.

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23 December 2018

yourinstagram we’re ready for you, baby

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11 December 2018

yourinstagram spending the day with the two important harry’s in my life

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5 December 2018; 36 weeks

yourinstagram not long left...

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Halloween 2018

Sloppy lips met your cheek, dragging down to your jaw and suckling on the skin there. Grabby hands found your hips, rubbing gently as Harry sidled up next to you, a cheeky, lopsided grin plastered on his face. His fingers slipped under the hem of your skeleton top, your last minute attempt of a costume, which you brought reluctantly after your search for an outfit that would fit over your pregnancy bump proved to be more difficult than you anticipated.

After over 5 years together, you’d become extremely familiar with drunk Harry, so not even him leaning his full weight on your body could distract you from your conversation. “I’m getting a bit antsy now, if I’m honest. It gets a bit boring being cooped up all day, when everyone else is at work and I've got nothing to keep me occupied. And-”

“Why aren’t you paying attention to me?” Harry whined, bumping his head on your shoulder in protest.

“H, I’m talking to your sister, why don’t you go see if you can find Jeff or someone for a bit?”

“Don’ want Jeff. He’s not pretty and I can’t kiss him like I wanna kiss you,” he persists, “Gem’s boring anyway, m’definitely the better sibling,” his eyes widened as he turned to face his sister, “don’t tell mum I said that, she might ground me.”

“I don’t think you need to worry about that,” you laughed, moving his arm so it was rested over your shoulder, “d’you think it’s time for you to call it a night?”

He shook his head, lips forming a pout as he silently begged you not to make him go to bed. “M’perfectly fine, just wanted to spend some time with you, y’are my wife, after all.”

“C’mon then,” you led him over to an empty stool in the kitchen, sharing a knowing look with Gemma as you mouthed a quick apology.

“Love you, baby,” he sheepishly smiled, tugging you in between his legs and splaying his hands across the expanse of your back, “are you mad at me?”

“’Course not, why would I be mad?”

“’Cause I drank a bit more than a little an’ I’m taking you away from being a good hostess.”

“As long as you’re having a good time and not throwing up all over the carpet, like you did on our first halloween together, I couldn’t be mad at you, you nutter. ‘Sides, you’re drinking for two.”

“Yeah, ‘cause there’s a baby inside my baby,” his hands slid round to your front, slipping under your top, a smirk spreading across his face at the way your body shivered under his touch. “Feel like I’ve barely seen you all night, thought maybe you’d been avoiding me.”

“You really are a paranoid drunk, huh?” you teased, “was just letting you socialise for a bit. Felt bad for keeping you away from all your friends when you stay in with me.”

“Like you a whole lot more than m’friends,” he mumbled, resting his head on your chest, with his nose nudging at your neck. “We’re a proper married couple now, ‘bout to officially start our own family, think we can finally admit that we wanna stay at home food from the chippy and watch some shitty tv.”

“Valid point there. Look a bit tired, H, you sure you don’t wanna go to bed?” you asked, receiving another defiant shake of his head (well, you assumed that’s what he was going for but his movement was restricted since his head was still firmly planted on you).

“Jus’ resting my eyes for a bit.”

“There you two are!” Nick cheered as he spotted you from the kitchen doorway, arms widespread to wrap his arms around the two of you, “was eginning to think maybe you’d both gone off to bed, like the old grandparents you’ve both become.”

“I’d like to see you grow a whole human inside of you and still be the life of the party, Grim,” you scrunched your nose up at him, but the smile you tried (and failed) to keep from creeping onto your face did nothing to stop his snickers.

“Don’t be mean to m’wife,” Harry grumbled, raising his head slightly to narrow his eyes, “s’my house an’ I’ll kick you out.”

“Someone’s feeling a bit grumpy,” Nick reached out to pinch Harry’s cheek playfully, to which he received a growl and a swat of his hand. He blew Harry a kiss, before turning to you, “He does actually look a bit worn out, maybe you should just take him to bed. People are beginning to leave, that’s why I came to look for you, actually. Reckon everyone who isn’t staying will be gone within half an hour, so if you do a quick round of the room no one will notice if you disappear.”

“Told you m’not tired,” Harry lifted himself off of you so that he was sitting up straight, glaring at the two of you.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Nick offered, pushing you in the direction of the door.

You found Harry, nearly an hour later, sprawled out on the sofa in your living room, head fallen forward and his eyes drifting shut every so often only to be forced open again, in his attempt to fight the sleep that so desperately tried to consume him.

Thinking back on it now, you weren’t quite sure why you thought it was a good idea to throw a halloween party, two months away from your due date. You were exhausted, to say the least; the combination of long, busy days and restless nights had well and truly taken its toll on you. To add to that, you felt as if you were completely behind schedule – the lack of a finished nursery and sufficient baby equipment were largely to blame for that.

You supposed that, like you’d told him earlier, you felt guilty for stopping Harry from seeing his friends and even limiting the time he spends visiting his family. While your sane mind was well aware that it was solely his choice to accompany you on your nights in, spent eating countless takeaways and enjoying countless bubble baths, your pregnancy brain wasn’t exactly your best friend. It seemed like you were overthinking ever single small move at the moment, reading far too deep into everything Harry said or did.

That didn’t mean you hadn’t enjoyed yourself tonight. Having all of the people you were closest to in one place was something that rarely happened, and the fact you hadn’t seen a lot of these people in a while due to conflicting schedules made it even more special. But seeing Harry lying on your sofa on the verge of sleep made you realise that, maybe Harry was right, quiet nights in weren’t something you should avoid, and that, just maybe, the days when the two of you could survive into the early hours of the morning were a thing of the past.

“Hey, handsome,” you whispered so as not to startle him, watching as he smiled sleepily in response to the pet name, “what are you doing all on your lonesome?”

“Mum said to tell you g’night and that she’ll see you in the morning. Think Gem said something similar to that but I can’t really remember.”

“C’mon then, mister, think it’s time for us to get to bed, too,” you reached out for his arm, which he allowed you to take but continued to mumble that “m’not tired, wanna stay and dance”, despite his apparent inability to stand without support, let alone dance.

You managed to get him up the stairs and into your bedroom without much difficulty – the reassurance that you’d be joining seemed to settle him – with him happily climbing onto the bed and stretching out like a starfish. You thought he’d fallen asleep when he begn to whimper, “where’ve you gone? Miss you.”

“I’m right here, numpty. What’re you getting yourself in a state for?” you laughed, brushing your thumb over his cheek in a comforting manner.

“Just checking. Don’t go anywhere, m’kay?”

“I’ll stay right here, promise.”

“Happy Halloween,” he grinned goofily, eyes shutting as he finally fell asleep, leaving you to attempt to undress him from his glittery costume, and find some room in the bed for yourself.

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Harry and Rande Gerber at the Casamigos Halloween Party, October 26

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Harry at the Casamigos Halloween Party, October 26

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Harry in LA - October 25 (via @alexa_lilli)

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1D and that other guy (by Dino Kevin)

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@irvy007: I only went for a pee and this lad has his arms all over my missus #HarryStyles #ManUtdfans