#HSLOT 2022

[hslwt91]

2021 2023

the end is near...

[gremlinvanfleet]

wrong choice - requested 

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this is a request for @yoruse! thank you so much for your request my love, i had a good time writing this even through it absolutely broke my heart lol. i hope i was able to put your mind into words for you ! 

original request: hii can i order a harry styles x reader (angst) where harry swaps the reader for a coworker but he didn't know the reader was pregnant and would tell him the day he breaks up with her and years go by and they meet again and harry feels sorry for everything, no cute ending.  i'm sorry if i didn't understand correctly, english is not my first language i love your writing❤

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you came home earlier than you had expected. the office had given you the day off and you didn’t mind at all. this afternoon would be the best time to catch up on some reading that you’ve been dying to finish. you unlocked the door and walked into your cute apartment that you shared with harry. shoes off, bag on the counter, fridge open and grabbing the milk for the coffee that was brewing just inches away. you stilled as you poured the milk, the coffee aroma flooding your senses. you heard a noise upstairs. harry’s home? he had told you that he had a recording session and that you wouldn’t see him until later that night. your heart filled with excitement as you were glad to be able to spend the day with your boy. you ran upstairs and suddenly the noises stopped as you continued walking. you opened the door and saw harry’s heaving chest under the white bedsheet. he had sweat on his forehead and his eyes were wide. 

“hey, y/n!” he smiled. 

“what are you doing?” you asked. you scanned the room and spotted a bra that certainly wasn’t yours. you felt your heart drop to your feet. 

“oh you know, just trying to nap.” that was a lie and you knew it. you took a couple steps into the room and began searching for anything else. you picked up the bra and placed it on the bed right beside him. 

“why are you lying to me?” you simply asked. 

“w-what are you talking about?” he laughed, more high pitched than usual. 

“where is she?” you looked under the bed. not there, you opened the closet and found a pair of familiar blue eyes avoiding eye contact with you. you remember her from a night a couple months ago when he took the band out for drinks. she had one of the shirts that you got him clutched to her front in an attempt to cover herself. you silently turned around and headed toward the door. harry’s eyes met yours. 

“y/n, please let me explain.” he pleaded. you shook your head and closed the door behind you as you left. you grabbed the bag you had set down and put the shoes you wore to work back on. the milk still placed next to the coffee maker. 

you got in your car and started driving to literally anywhere else. your mind was racing the entire time. how could he do this to you? after all you’ve done for him. all those times he told you he loved you, were all lies. it stung even more to know that she had been working with him for ages. who knows how long this was going on for. you heard your phone buzz on the seat next to you. you quickly glanced over to see harry’s name flood the screen on top of dozens of texts and missed calls. you sighed and felt tears prick behind your eyes. this ultimate betrayal is something that you never imagined would happen to you and him. you thought he loved you and you loved him back with everything you had. you pulled into a parking lot, as the tears had been too much to see through anymore. as wetness that fell from your face onto the steering wheel started to collect, you picked up your phone and called a friend to find a place to crash. 

weeks had passed and harry’s persistent pleas for you to hear him never stopped. you needed some of your things from the apartment so you decided to text him to let him know you were stopping by. after you opened the door, you saw him sitting on the living room couch with his head in his hands. he heard your entrance and whipped his head up to look at you. 

“y/n.” he smiled and sighed. 

“i just need some things from upstairs and then i’m leaving.” you walked past him, avoiding his gaze. 

“y/n, please. we need to talk about this.” his voice wavered. as much as you hated to admit it, he was right about that. you did need to talk to him. 

“fine.” you sat down in the leather chair that was across from him. the coffee table had reflected both of your expressions back. 

“i just want to start out by saying i’m sorry. i’m sorry for two things. for hurting and betraying you like i did, and for hurting you more by what i’m about to say next.” his eyes were bloodshot, and there were bags where there is usually warmth and colour. “this whole situation has made me realize that we should break up. i hate hurting you like this but i just don’t see this relationship continuing.” 

you nodded. you stayed silent for a while to digest what was just said to you. 

“say something please. anything.” he pleaded. 

“do you want to break up because you don’t love me anymore, or because you feel guilty and you can’t look at me without feeling it?” you asked. he stared with his mouth slightly agape. 

“y/n, don’t make me say it.” he sighed. 

“say what, harry!? that i wasn’t enough for you? that she’s better than me? or maybe one woman just doesn’t do it for you anymore.” you stood and glowered at him. he shook his head and stood, now taller than you. 

“god, do you realize how stupid you sound right now? these things happen, whether we like it or not. i was spending a lot of time with her and one thing just led to another. it’s not like i was trying to hurt you intentionally.” he said, exasperated. 

“why didn’t you try spending more time with your actual fucking girlfriend?” you shouted at him. 

“come on, y/n, you know it’s not like that. this is just something that i needed to do.” “something you needed to do? are you seriously using that as a valid response to you literally cheating on me with some girl you’ve been working with for three months? you know what, if that’s all it takes for you to forget about our entire relationship, then there was no point in us being together to begin with.” you sighed. 

“to be completely honest, i’ve been thinking that myself lately.” he murmured. you shook your head. 

“i’ll be back friday afternoon to get my things, and i don’t want to see you again. ever.” you spat. just before leaving, the sound of his voice stopped you. 

“you know, i really did love you. so much. i just think our time is over.” 

“harry, i don’t really think you even gave our time a chance. i think we had something amazing. i was even looking forward to starting a family with you.” you said, tears filling your eyes. his frown became deeper as you ran your hand over your abdomen. the twinge in your heart became stronger as the door closed gently against your back. 

you got back to your friend’s apartment and collapsed on her couch. thankfully, she wasn’t home. your whole being felt like it was in shambles. the man you loved more than anything and the father of your unborn child wasn’t even interested in trying to save your relationship. the tears felt never ending as they cascaded down your cheeks. hot splashes landed in your lap as you held your face in your hands. the emotion wasn’t sadness, nor was it anger. it was pure confusion. was he really that unhappy? why didn’t he just communicate with you? the feeling didn’t subside once, even while you were packing away your things. you left one last word for harry on the kitchen counter. 

harry, 

i truly hope she’s everything you’ve ever wanted. i hope she can give you what i had failed to provide for you. you deserve nothing but the best, and i wish you well. hopefully you become more considerate of others as the years go on. i think that’s something you really need to work on. as for our child, there is no need for you to feel responsible in the slightest. i will do this on my own. they will never know of you. nonetheless, i have left the key in the usual spot, as i obviously won’t be needing it anymore. 

goodbye, 

y/n. 

a lone tear trickled down your cheek and onto the paper, staining it. you tried to wipe it away, but all it did was smudge the ink of the note. part of you feel guilty for keeping his child from him but at the same time, he took the only good part of your life that you knew away from you. this way just avoids the mess of sharing a child. he wants her more anyway. 

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

you walk down the street with your young daughter’s hand in your own. she pulls you along as you try to peek in any of the store windows. you’ve been in the market for a new pair of doc martens. 

“this way! come on!” she continued to pull you along. 

“easy, love. don’t take my hand off!” you shouted after her. she wasn’t paying any attention to her surroundings when she walked into a man. 

you immediately started apologizing for her actions, when you met his eyes. the eyes of the man who broke your heart 5 years before. he stood there alone, dressed in all black clothing that he knew how to wear so damn well. his hair was perfectly messy, and you know all he does is run his hand through it for it to look like that. truly infuriating. he smiled his smile at you and the pain that you tried so hard to suppress started forcing its way back to the surface and it was excruciating. 

“y/n.” he breathed. 

“harry.” it felt like a whisper rather than a proper utterance. 

“how’ve you been?” he asked. 

“busy.” you replied, gesturing to the girl staring up at the two of you. he smiled and directed his attention to her. 

“hello, little one. i’m harry. your mum and i used to be friends back in the day.” friends, huh? he extended out his hand. your daughter looked to you for assurance as she wrapped her tiny hand around his two large fingers. she smiled bashfully and clung to your leg. he has that effect on people, no matter who they are. 

“how’s chloe?” it came out more bitter than you had intended.

“ah, we didn’t last long. i think i realized that she wasn’t the one. i had already met the one.” he stared into your eyes and it brought immediate redness to your cheeks. 

“where is the one now?” you asked. 

“well she seems to have come back into my life pretty recently.” he smiled. you turned your face to avoid his gaze. 

“yeah and i think she’s just about to leave it again.” you grabbed your girl’s hand and started to walk away, until harry’s large hand clasped your shoulder to stop you. 

“y/n, wait. just hear me out.” you turned around wordlessly to look at him. “i know i fucked up. big time. and i know there’s nothing i can do to fix it but i just need you to know how truly sorry i am. i loved you. i still do, and frankly, i think i always will. i can’t explain why i did what i did, i just know it was the single dumbest thing i’ve done. i’m hoping one day, you’ll find it in you to forgive me.” 

his eyes pleaded with yours as you sighed. his words were heartfelt, sure, but you knew that there wasn’t anything either of you could do to heal that wound. no matter what, no matter how much time passes, you’re always going to remember her eyes when you opened the closet that day and that’s not something you can look past. 

“i’m the one who’s sorry harry. i’m sorry for trusting you as much as i did. you and i could’ve had such a happy life. i hope you can find something amazing again. have a good life.” you turned your back to him one final time. he called out your name but you ignored it. turning back now wouldn’t make for anything good happening. 

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© gremlinvanfleet 2022 <3

[hsqart]

daylight, you got me cursing the daylight

[theonewiththefanfics]

I just got back from Harry’s concert at Wembley and please let this be a new meme format 😂😂😂

[harrycanyonmoonn]

Random FIcs Pt2

A/N: heyy y'all, how u been? , summer treating you well?

Give You Hell ( @theonewiththefanfics )

yellow & blue  ( @angryinternetduck )

First Man ( @toastedkiwi )

"Too Early for Another One" ( @dont-cry2020 )

Hand in Hand (@marvel-ousnesss )

Secret little rendezvous ( @youweremybecauselt )

No condom?? ( @belovedinbloom )

Imposter Syndrome ( @kwritingbooks )

take his breath away ( @bugrry )

“You make me call your name Now I gotta have one... ( @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy )

Trouvaille-masterlist series ( @adoredaylight )

You're getting yourself wet for me ( @harryistheonlyoneforme )

you're no good alone pt 1  ( @itslottiehere )

THESE LITTLE THINGS: BAKERY DATE ( @be-with-me-so-happily

Traitor series ( @tinydeskwriter )

she can't finish and they fight pt 1  ( @antiodotete )

she can't finish and they fight pt2 ( @antiodote )

Threesome  ( @shroombloomm )

Take Daddy ( @rueanaddict )

[sthabit]

Love On Tour, Lisbon 07.31

[avatar-of-procrastination]

LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles. 

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room. 

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch. 

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you. 

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving. 

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly. 

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..." 

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

A security guard knocked on the window, causing you guys to jump apart. Harry scowled at the man before getting out of the car and leading you into the main halls of the local art gallery. You loved art and were waiting to get a chance to visit this one. You looked over in surprise and Harry simple smiled, nervously. He led you into the main hall which had an immaculate painting of two interlaced swans.

Gulping lightly, Harry turned towards you. 

"The song I played before? I mean every word of it, babe. I'd follow you to the ends of the world, without blinking an eye. Everyday I constantly find myself doing stuff to see you smile. Its the most precious thing in the world. I'll help you through all the highs and lows of your life if you'd let me. Would you, the love of my life, make me the most damn luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He bent down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box, with the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

You were ecstatic at the act. Your mind went on overdrive and you found yourself imagining a life with Harry as your husband. You nodded excitedly, unable to form coherent words, tears streaming down your face. Harry slipped the ring into your finger and kissed you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw tears in his eyes.

"Here's to more late night takings"

[whatemidoing]

help I saw a tiktok that said harry styles dances like a peanuts character I love him so much

[gremlinvanfleet]

first time for everything 

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summary: harry tells you he loves you for the first time. and some other soft ass shit 

the soft first shine of sunlight flooding through the blinds onto your eyes gently stirred you awake. you looked over beside you and saw the wonderful sight of harry sleeping. his chest was bare and lips parted. quiet snores fell from his mouth and the sound made you smile. you decided not to wake him, because he only has so many days where he can sleep in like this and just relax. 

you got up and went downstairs to make breakfast but halfway down the stairs, you heard your name being called. 

"y/n, where do you think you're going?" the sleep ran thick in harry's voice. 

"far away from you." you laughed and continued down the stairs. you heard the bed and floorboards creaking along with the old bed frame in the bedroom. 

soon enough, fast footsteps pounded against the woods stairs and onto the ceramic kitchen floor. arms wrapped around your waist and you were squeezed tight. 

"that was very rude of you to leave me." he whispered in your ear, arms still clutching your body to his.

"hm, was it?" you smirked.

"you drive me crazy." his breath on your ear sent chills all over your body. 

"is that why you keep me around?" he laughed and let you go. he sat down at the island in the kitchen and put his head down on the granite.

you shook your head at him and got out the ingredients for pancakes. his VERY expensive and fancy kitchen was less than organized so it took you a good bit to find everything you needed. the batter was made very easily and quickly after you finally stumbled around the kitchen long enough.

"harry, how the fuck do you turn this on." you looked at his stove. it was electric but it had at least 5 different options for the size of the pan and heat levels. you didn't trust yourself to turn it on without help, which was wise because it wouldn't exactly be the best thing in the world if you burned his house down. 

"babe, its pretty self explanatory, no?" he was snacking on a banana, still sitting at the island. 

"i'm so sorry that i don't know how to operate a stove that was designed by elon musk." you rolled your eyes at him as he made his way over to you. he quickly tapped a few almost invisible buttons on the stovetop and you could start to feel the heat radiating off the element onto your cheeks. he looked at you and your unimpressed expression and fell into a fit of laughter.

"its not funny."  you sighed.

"oh, but it is."  he laughed harder and you scoffed.

"fine, no pancakes for you then." you folded your arms and glared at him. he smiled and engulfed you into a warm embrace. 

"i love you." he mumbled into your neck. you froze but quickly unfolded your arms and hugged him back tightly. your entire body felt warm and fuzzy and you realized that this is where you're supposed to be at any given moment. with harry, in his arms. 

"i love you too." you whispered and he held you tighter. 

“babe?"

“hm?"

"i could really go for some pancakes right about now." you felt his smile on your neck and you laughed. 

"anything for you." you kissed his cheek and poured batter into the pan. you love him. 

word count: 577

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[stylesandpottertoo]

✨just husband tingz✨

sorry for the poor quality of the 2nd picture

[hsqart]

I'm going back to 505...

[britswriting]

We're Having A Baby H.S

Kiwi - Harry Styles 

Summary: Y/N has the crowd help her out by telling Harry She's pregnant

Request: No

Warnings: Cursing (Out of happiness) pure fluff and wholesome-ness, small talk of struggling too conceive

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (they're married)

MC: Harry Styles, y/n

Rate: 16+

Word Count: 2395

Repost/translations: No

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Thought of on: May 11th 2022

Written on: May 11th 2022

*Y/N’s POV*

“Hey guys!” I grinned, holding the microphone to my face as I walked out on stage.

Everyone yelled, causing the butterflies to grow in my stomach.

“The opener is sadly not feeling good and hold your boos! But I hope it’s okay if I come out and hang out with you guys for half an hour?” I asked the crowd and I heard their screams, causing my smile to get bigger.

“I know it wasn’t what you guys paid for… but I thought maybe we could play a game? Do a q and a?” I asked, trying to gauge their reaction.

Harry’s fans and I have a pretty good relationship. It took a couple years, and a lot of effort on my end, but after being married for 5 years, and dating for 3, we have finally got an understanding with each other. It has made attending tour, or getting papped with Harry a lot easier.

“I’m kind of stalling, waiting for Harry to get out of the building before I tell you my actual plan” I whispered into the microphone, the crowd erupting in screams.

I did a q and a for a little bit until Harry’s PA walked out and told me Harry is outside and I had about 10 minutes before Harry would get back.

I informed the crowd that this would have to be quick and I took a deep breath.

“So, during Kiwi tonight, I want you guys to pull out the signs that are under your seat” I informed, my hands shaking a little bit.

“I um.. Have this surprise for Harry.. And it would truly mean a lot for both of us if you guys were included” I smiled, watching people pick up the signs, and reading them.

“OH MY GOD!” Some girl loudly screamed, causing me to laugh.

The sign they were all holding was “She’s having your baby” in big bold font and seeing the crowd holding the signs caused her a lot of anxiety.

She knew this was a good thing, and that Harry would be extremely happy since they had been trying for a while… but she was still unsure if he would like the plan she had, or if he would’ve preferred something more private.

I knew their fans would love to be involved in something so personal to him… but would he have rather me told him one bright and early morning?

“Congratulations!” People started yelling and I smiled, thanking them.

“The plan is to hold these up once he sings “She said she’s having your baby”, now we have to make sure he doesn’t do it like five times in a row” I snickered. “But I have the pregnancy test with me, and my own sign for him that reads “It’s your business” now before you twitter fans come at me! I know it’s cliché, and stupid or whatever, but I’m too tired and sick to think of something better” I laughed, slowly making my way across the big stage.

“Okay, this stays between us, and please, please, please, don’t show him before it’s time” I begged, afraid someone will spill the beans.

“I better switch the topic before my protective husband comes back inside and makes us all pay for it” I giggled. 

~

“Hey sweetheart” Harry pulled me by the waist, kissing me softly.

“Hi baby, are you ready for your show tonight?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair, making sure I didn’t mess it up.

“Always ready. You know that” He kissed the side of my head. 

“No nerves?” I questioned, knowing he at least had a few jitters here and there.

“Why? Should I be nervous? What do you know? You’re a terrible liar” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.

Harry’s hands slipped into the pockets of my jeans, resting against my ass.

“Don’t make me squeeze, tell me” He murmured against my ear and I shook my head.

“You’re going to grope me in front of everyone?” I asked softly, knowing we were not alone right now.

“they’ve walked in on worse” He kissed behind my ear before we heard someone clear their throat.

“Alright, love birds. He needs to be on stage in 15, you two can find a room later” Jeff clapped his hands at us and Harry groaned, squeezing my ass before letting me go.

“See you out there, right?” Harry asked and I nodded, kissing his lips quickly.

“Good Luck, I love you” I waved quickly before exiting the room, a security guard leading me to the middle of the arena.

“Y/N!” A fan yelled and I waved, walking over towards her.

“Hey! How are you? Are you here with anyone tonight?” I asked her and she nodded, pointing over towards the guy next to her.

“I hope you guys have fun! I’m excited” I smiled, talking to her for a moment before taking a quick selfie and heading over towards Harry and I’s mutual friend.

The show started, and I tried to have as much fun as possible whilst also staying hydrated.

Being pregnant has definitely made attending shows a little harder than I thought it would. 

I knew the stage lights made Harry sweat a ton, but I didn’t think it would affect me too much.

The closer we got to Kiwi, I instinctively found myself holding my hands on my tiny bump.

I had to be careful because Harry kept looking over at me in the crowd, so I tried to do the movements when his back was towards me.

The very second the lights went dark and the crowd started screaming, my heart started racing.

“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, all the boys they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck” He sang and I swear my heart was going to explode out of my chest, myself picking up the sign I had stored with his manager. 

“She’s driving me crazy! But I’m into it, but I’m into it… I’m kinda into it!” He smirked over towards my direction and I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well he wrote this after we argued all night over something stupid.

“It’s getting crazy! I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it, she said I’m having your baby” He sang and all the signs went up, my heart racing as I watched his eyes be closed, making it so much worse.

Harry freaking Styles open your goddamn eyes or I swear to god! 

“It’s none of your business!” he sang and the second time, his eyes opened and I saw them scan the crowd, appearing to try and read the signs, and that’s when it happened.

The endless sight of “She’s having your baby” raised in the air, on show for everyone to see.

I watched his eyes quickly dart over to me, confused, and I held up my sign that read “It’s your business” with a hand drawn Clear Blue pregnancy stick that had a plus in the middle.

The real pregnancy stick clenched in my hand.

“Wa-wa-wa-wait!” Harry stuttered, having the music stop as his jaw was dropped.

“Are you-?” He asked and I quickly nodded, watching the huge grin take over his face.

He quickly put the corded microphone in the stand, running to the side stage stairs.

At first I was very confused, but the confusion was quickly cleared up when security ran with him over towards me.

Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissing my lips.

“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, and I nodded, tears falling down my face.

“Oh my god. Y/N!”

“Are you mad?” I asked, afraid I made the wrong choice.

Harry quickly shook his head, the huge smile still placed on his face. 

“Why would I be mad? You’re having my baby!” He yelled at the end, the crowd screaming as I laughed.

“Are you mad I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked and he shook his head, wiping the tears off my face.

He quickly dropped to his knees, Helene taking photos as he placed his lips on my stomach.

He stood up and grabbed my hand, carefully pulling me behind him.

We climbed up the stairs, the bright lights hitting my eyes as I stared out into the endless sea of cameras.

“SHE’S HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled into the microphone, the crowd screaming as I blushed.

“And it’s all of his business” I giggled, a huge smile taking over both of our faces.

“My wife ladies and gentleman” Harry cheered, motioning towards me.

“I will finish up kiwi in a second, but I’m just going to ask.. How?” He asked me and I smirked, biting my lower lip out of nerves.

“How what?”

“How did you do this without me knowing.. I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE LYING TO ME!” He pointed his finger at me, myself laughing.

“I KEPT IT A SECRET THOUGH! I’m more impressed that your fans did!” I gave a round of applause to the crowd, not being able to take the smile off my face even if I wanted to.

~

I watched Harry finish his show, nursing the bottle of water on side stage.

When the show ended, his team and I made our way towards his dressing room.

I got settled on the couch, waiting for my husband to enter the room.

I definitely wasn’t feeling good.

The heat of the stage, and the thousands of people along with the nerves was definitely making my stomach feel queasy.

Morning sickness has been quite the challenge, and hiding it from Harry has been almost just as miserable.

The door quickly opened and I watched him enter shirtless, his eyes darting around the room before finding me.

He very quickly made his way over to me, throwing himself on top of me.

“Woah” I laughed, glad he braced himself on the edge of the sofa.

“You’re having my baby” He muttered and I laughed, nodding.

“You going to keep repeating it?” I questioned and he nodded.

“You’re having my baby” He said again, taking his face out of the crook of my neck.

“I am”

“Holy shit you’re having my baby” He repeated, yet again and I giggled, nodding.

“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled, jumping back, startling me.

“I am” I reassured and he laughed, his head thrown back out of pure joy.

“Holy crap” He breathed out, and I sat on the couch, still slightly startled by his outburst.

“Do you need a moment? Would you like me to leave?” I asked and he quickly shook his head.

“You’re never leaving my sight ever. You’re going to be attached to my hip for the rest of our lives” He told me and I grinned.

“That's how we got in this situation” I teased and he smirked back at me.

“I can’t.. You’re having my baby” He yet again told me and I just laughed, nodding.

We sat in this green room for about 10 minutes of Harry pacing back and forth in disbelief. Every once in a while walking over to kiss or hug me.

“We tried for so long.. For so so so long to having a baby.. And you’re pregnant. Oh my god you’re fucking pregnant Y/N” He laughed, giddiness to every single word that left his pretty little mouth.

“Are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked again, anxiety creeping up.

“Of course not baby. I love that you included my fans. All of my favorite people told me the best news ever. I love you so fucking much! Oh my god you’re going to be the best mum ever! I impregnated you. You’re having my baby. Holy shit I’m having a baby!” He grinned, standing in front of me with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I’m going to spoil the hell out of this child. I hope it’s a girl. I want to buy her all the dresses and the sparkly things and-” He started rambling and I laughed, standing up and pressing my lips against his.

“One step at a time darling. We’re having a baby” I whispered, pecking his lips softly.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated to me and I nodded, both of us smiling.

“I’ll remind you again later, but our first appointment is before we leave for Manchester. It’s two days before” I informed him and he nodded, pulling out his phone.

“I put it into our shared calendar while you were on stage” I grinned and he smirked at me.

“You had everything figured out didn’t you” He gave me a look and I nodded, grinning as I bit my lower lip.

“Everyone knew but you. Your mum knows. So does Gem” I told him and he shook his head at me, trying to hold in the smile.

“Am I the last one to know?” He asked and I shrugged, trying to hold back my own sneaky smile.

“Y/N” he shook his head at me and my smile broke out.

“I’m sorry! I was excited! We’re having a baby!” I yelled, throwing my arms out to my sides.

“We’re having a baby” He repeated, making me giggle.

“We’re having a baby” I replied back in a soft voice.

“Oh I have so many plans! The nursery, the outfits! Oh the outfits! I’m buying that baby gucci everything! Head to toe. Gucci” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.

“But what about Saint Luarent?” I asked and he gave me the stink eye.

“We absolutely will not be dressing my baby in Saint Laurent”

“Why!” I cackled and he shook his head at me, still grinning.

“The styles name won’t be caught dead in Saint Laurent” He told me and this time I rolled my eyes.

“You literally wore Saint Laurent the other day” 

“That’s not the same. My baby will be dressed better than me. This baby is my pride and joy. It will be carrying the family name. The legacy. Gucci, and Gucci only”

“But what about your mum's homemade outfits?” I asked and he sighed.

“Fine. Gucci and my mums homemade outfits” 

[tortured-swifties-cardigans]

[moonlight-fern]

Love on Tour - Madrid via Moonlight-Fern

[yorkshirelarrie]

dancing buddies

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Harry played Boyfriends with Ben Harper on ✨the guitar✨ the last night I saw him at The Forum. The only other time I heard him play it live was at Harrychella, weekend 2 😭 missing tour a lot!

(Love On Tour: Los Angeles, 15 November, 2023)