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#Matilda Harry styles
writtenbymoonflower · 3 months
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Mean Messages
Your family is mean to you and Remus is protective. blunt!remus x shy!reader, fem!reader, somewhat modern au
cw: mentions of toxic family/verbal abuse. A few swear words, self deprecating thoughts.
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He hadn’t meant to see the text, honestly. He was just borrowing your phone to look something up when the text had flashed across the screen. 
At first he was confused, forgetting it wasn’t his phone he was holding, wondering if he had changed his parents name in his phone to a different honorific than usual and forgotten. Secondly, the content of the message confused him. It was aggressive, surprisingly cruel, and downright insulting. 
Then his confusion morphed into upset, when he realized it was you who was receiving the text. It was somehow more offensive knowing that someone was talking to his girl like that. His heart flared and ached to know that his sensitive dove had to read things like this, especially when you cared so much what family thought and how all you wanted was for them to love you. He didn’t know how to respond. 
Part of him wanted to answer the text himself and give your family member a piece of his mind. Another wanted to delete the message so you would never have to read such mean words. Most of all he wanted to tuck you into his chest and keep you away from all the bad things that could hurt you. He didn’t have time to settle on a response before you came back into the room. 
“Hey Rem, can I see my phone? I think Marlene was going to send me something funny she saw.” You pressed a kiss to his fluffy, mousey brown hair before reaching for the device. Remus just handed the phone over, deciding it was best to just let you read the text so he could be there when it makes you sad. You held the phone, still smiling brightly as you pulled up your messages from Marlene. You giggled as you looked at the video she had sent. Then, he saw a few more taps of your fingers before your face fell. 
“I think someone else messaged you too, I saw a text flash up while I was searching for that thing.” He could see the panic flash in your eyes at the thought that he had seen the text.
“Did you read it?” You asked nervously, looking down at your socked feet. Remus decided to just put you out of your misery and talk about it. You didn’t always let him into your mind as much as he would like, maybe he could start to change that by taking the lead. 
“Yeah dovey, I did.” He gave you a sad smile, emotion swimming in his honey colored eyes. 
“Oh…” You trailed off. You didn’t know what to think. A small part of you was happy, as much at it ashamed you. Happy that he had this peek into your pain that you didn’t have to go through actually telling him. That maybe he could fix it and you wouldn’t even have to ask. But mostly you were worried. Worried about him asking questions and aggravating recently scabbed wounds by talking about it. You also worried about his opinions on the sender. Sure, you had your own issues with your family, but it seemed like when other people found out what your family was like they said all these scary things. They would mention words like toxic, cruel, unhealthy, manipulative.
Sure, those words sounded right. It made sense in your brain. Part of you even felt relieved when other people took issue with your family, like they were affirming all the pain and tears shed over their words and actions.
But the little “what if?” in your brain told you that maybe your family was right. Maybe you’ve tricked yourself and everyone around you into thinking you’re good. 
What if Remus read the message and agreed? 
What if he is about to tell you that all the things your family says about you are true. That you’ll never be good enough, that you’re a disappointment to everyone around you. You’re a burden on everyone and-
“I can hear your mind going a mile a minute, sweet thing.” He was looking at you with all the tenderness in the world. Remus thought you looked like a kicked puppy, all sad and reserved. He was trying to keep calm but his anger was brewing. No one had the right to talk to his girl like that.
He beckoned you over to sit on the couch next to him “What made them say that to you?” He asked gently. 
“I don’t even know anymore. We were just talking and then it turned.” You stared down at the phone in your hands, eyes scanning the text over and over again. 
“Well, my opinion biased by you being my girlfriend,” He smiled at you, leaning down to meet your eye line. “But, I think that if they can’t get their feelings across without being horrible to you, then maybe you shouldn’t take their feelings to heart, yeah?” He continued to scan your face, looking for emotion. 
“Maybe.” You acknowledged his sweetness a little, though only for his benefit. Either way, he seemed happy at that. “But they do love me, you know? At least they say they do. And they’ve known me my whole life. It’s at least true to them.”
“Maybe.” Remus forced out, barely even wanting to entertain the thought that the rude message had any basis in reality. “But maybe they don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about. Or it’s easier to blame their shit on you than to do the work themselves.” He said the whole response in an even tone but the bluntness caught you off guard. Your eyes widened in shock. 
“Remus, it’s not that simple. They wouldn’t be so upset if I didn’t do something.” You tried to keep your voice from quivering, still doing everything in your power to not keep his gaze. 
“Maybe you did do something. But who’s to say it was wrong? Really think to yourself. Dovey, when you think of nice people, people you want to be, is it them? Would you send a message like that to someone? Someone who just wants to show you love? Because I know that’s all you want. You’re always trying to appease them and do right by your family. But you can’t spend your life begging for love from people who don’t have any to give. You aren’t responsible for them not being able to love healthily.” 
Something in his words made you start to break down. Your face scrunched up awfully and your throat was clogged with emotion. Remus wasted no time pulling you into his side. 
“Just because they’re related to you doesn’t mean they get to treat you like that. Sometimes, when someone speaks to you like that, it says far more about them than it does about you. I think-” He paused, searching for the right words. “I think, from what you’ve told me, they have a lot of pain. And I think that they need a way to feel better, a way to feel big, and they don’t know how to without making someone feel worse. I’m sorry they’re taking it out on you, baby. You don’t deserve that.” He punctuated his point by pressing kisses all over the top of your head. You breathed out shakily. 
“Thank you.” You whispered. If Remus wasn’t so close he might not have heard it. 
“You don’t have to thank me, sweet girl.” He was being extra mushy with you today, you could tell. It was funny, his sweetness felt so foreign. Almost unsettling. Though in the time you’ve been dating you’ve grown used to his small signs of affection, Remus could tell that you hadn’t grown up with many kind people, so he went out of his norm to be as adoring as you deserved in his mind. 
“You’re being very sweet considering how blunt you were a few seconds ago.” You chuckled wetly. 
“It’s the duality of manhood, dovey. And besides, I’m only this sweet on people who deserve it.” He pulled your cheek to his curled up lips so he could cover more sweetness over the side of your face. You could both worry about the text later, he needed to chase out all the nasty thoughts first.
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goldenwilmon · 15 days
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I’ve always felt like “Matilda” is a very Wilhelm-coded song, but after watching ep5 in season 3, I feel that even more
Because
“You can let it go,
You can throw party full of everyone you know,
And not invite your family,
‘Cause they never showed you love,
You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.”
🥲🥲🥲🥲
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Request: all day i’ve been thinking about harry x reader who matilda is about, maybe reader was a fan before they met, they somehow started dating, and i just neeeeed to know your opinion on her first reaction to the song
Omgggg I adore this!! Thank you so much for the request!! I hope this is okay, and what you were looking for!! ❤️‍🩹 apologies for the delay and not writing!! Life has been crazy.
Im sorry but I literally LOVE the line ‘I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go’ thats such a beautiful multilayered thing to say, like- don’t hold onto the people who hurt you… just let them go. Gods it’s so beautiful I can’t 😩🥹
You can let it go
It was safe to say you always struggled with your mental health. You were constantly battling that alongside your family. Your family weren’t the best. Sure they took care of you, but didn’t look after you properly. They didn’t make you feel loved… it hurt you terribly. But then you met Harry and your family became nonexistent. Harry became the light in your life, your happiness, your world, your absolute joy… you remembered the time you told him about your family. How he listened. Holding your hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing it oh so delicately as he nodded occasionally as if to show that he was listening… he actually cared and that broke you yet made you beyond happy all at once, you remembered how frightened you were to open up to him. To tell him that your family didn’t take care of you… that you were lost… but in the end it was the best thing you could’ve done for it opened up the fact that you were struggling. He acted as your life jacket: he saved your life.
You had been a fan of Harry for years, you never thought you’d meet him but you did and well the rest is history… you and him hit it off pretty quickly and immediately began dating but you both kept your relationship with each other out of the public eye. It was easier that way. Privacy was important to the both of you. You were sat in your bedroom that you shared with Harry, the man had been on his phone nonstop and it was starting to really worry you. Sure you struggled with abandonment issues but it wasn’t necessarily your fault. You had experienced nothing but horrendous treatment from your family and it was frankly something you didn’t like to look back on.
“You know you’re kind of freaking me out” you murmur towards him, his emerald green eyes instantly meeting with yours his expression softening “I’m sorry baby… I’m just getting permission for something real quick.” He spoke eyes returning to his phone and you gave him an exasperated look clearly confused and worried all at once. What seemed like hours passed by but really only a couple minutes passed Harry’s lips tugging upwards into a warm smile before he stood up “come with me” he spoke extending his hand out towards you, you quickly taking his hand as he walked with you downstairs and guiding you gently into the living room,
“Sit”
He spoke softly and you sat down watching as he turned on the speaker that was situated just beside the tv, connecting his phone to it “you ready sweetheart?” He glanced at you and you only nodded, still a bit worried and soon enough Harry had set his phone down onto the table coming to sit beside you as a beautiful melodic tune began, echoing from the speaker and wrapping around you like a warm comforting hug your heart suddenly threatening to jump out of your chest… a new song. You licked over your lips anxiously immediately melting into Harry’s side as he held you close his slender fingertips stroking just against your hair as he began pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.
You were riding your bike to the sound of “it’s no big deal.” And you’re trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels. Nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming ‘til now. So you tie up your hair and smile like it’s no big deal. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know not invite your family cause they never showed you love, don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.
Tears suddenly brimmed your eyes a shaky breath leaving your lips as you sank further into Harry’s side, your lower lip trembling as he began rubbing soothing circles against your back… he said that the first time you opened up to him. “Don’t worry about them y/n. This is their loss. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving.” A lump formed in your throat as you held onto harry tighter your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on his T-shirt your chest aching,
Matilda you talk of the pain like it’s all alright. But I know that you feel like a piece of you’s dead inside. You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days. It’s none of my business but it’s just been on my mind…
A tear trailed down your cheek finally as a sob bubbled from your throat, your head falling onto his shoulder… it reminded you how before you and him started dating he would always ask why you didn’t want to go home… he knew it was none of his business but he was worried about you and it wouldn’t leave his mind. It was beautiful… he had written this song about you. About your troubles. About what made you feel weak. What terrified you… and he turned it into something truly beautiful and it was honestly leaving you awe-struck. He converted your pain from agony and sobbing all through the night in his embrace to something comforting… that it was in fact alright that you didn’t want to waste your time on the family that showed you no love what so ever.
You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know, not invite your family cause they never showed you love. You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, you can see the world following the seasons anywhere you go you don’t need a reason cause they never showed you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. Your just in time make your tea and your toast…
That line was significant to you. You always arrived a little later than expected but always nearly on time at Harry’s house and he would make you tea and toast, every single time, and you’d both have a catch up because you couldn’t leave your home at that time… Harry guided you through the process and helped you leave. He never gave up on you. Never.
You don’t have to go. You don’t have to go home, there’s a long way to go. I don’t believe that time will change your mind. In other words I know they won’t hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go. You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own. You can let it go you can throw a party full of everyone you know you can start a family who will always show you love you don’t have to be sorry, no….
Your tearful eyes moved to look at Harry who had the same look in his eyes yet he looked so fucking proud. Whether that be pride in his song… or pride in you. “Do I have permission from you to release this song onto my album?” Your lower lip trembled as you nodded your head quickly wrapping your arms around him holding onto him tightly not daring to let go of him as soft sobs left your lips, his large hand stroking up and down your back as he gripped onto you tightly “you can let it go… okay sweetheart?” You didn’t answer, instead holding onto him tighter, not daring to let go your fingers curling into his hair your breathing shaky as your sobs continued escaping your lips. “I love it so much… it’s so beautiful… s-so comforting…” he pressed continuous kisses to your head not letting you go as he rocked you back and forth ever so slightly “I love you so much y/n.” He murmured against your head gently and you smiled weakly, emotions continuing to smash against you rather roughly “I love you so much too Harry… thank you. Thank you for sav-“ “shh. I didn’t do that y/n. You did all of that. You did.” He pulled back looking into your eyes gently pointing one finger against your chest “you, did all of it. You left the home… yet you remained strong. And that was all you.” His hand caressed against your cheek and you smiled lower lip continuing to tremble before you leaned in pressing a kiss to his lips keeping you lips against his “you. Saved. My. Life.” You spoke against his lips before you hugged him again, now sprawled out on his lap his hands rubbing up and down your sides holding you lovingly not daring to let go of you making sure you knew you were loved. Because you were and are so so loved.
Never forget that. You are loved. Never apologise for doing what’s right for you. Love yourselves.
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invisiblevoyager · 2 years
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“you don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up”
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fictionalwh0ree · 2 years
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matilda- harry styles
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summary: it's your birthday, you plan to enjoy it and have a party with those close to you. somehow, your mom who you hadn't talked to in years found your number and decided to give you a call. although her words were hurtful, harry's support and love teaches you a much more important lesson. (based off his song matilda)
word count:1.5k
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
warnings: mentions of emotional abuse, manipulation and toxic behaviour/words, swearing
a/n: i love harry's house and i love matilda (probs bc i relate to it sm). i had to do this. to anyone who relates to it, we'll make it out, you're not alone and you're valid. you can always msg me if you need to talk <3
requests are open!
the sun had just begun to set, putting an end to the stressful day and marking the beginning of what was going to be a fun evening. your daughter was still asleep and harry was out getting a couple more groceries. music echoed through the kitchen as you continued to plate different kinds of snacks, your party set to start in about 45 minutes. the peacefulness was only disturbed when you heard the front door open. not long after, harry walked in, placing a large bag of ice in the freezer and other groceries on the counter. once his hands were free, he hugged you from behind and gave you a peck on the cheek.
“how’s it going, birthday girl?” he asked, popping a snack into his mouth.
“everything’s almost ready,” you answered, turning around to hug him back.
he gave you a longer kiss on the lips before pulling away to look at you. when he’d left to run errands, you were no where near ready, now all you were missing was your outfit.
“you look gorgeous, my love,” he complimented, his dimpled smile adorning his face.
“i’m not even dressed yet, h,” you responded shyly, your cheeks heating up from his compliment.
“doesn’t matter. where’s my other favourite girl?” he asked, turning his head in search of her.
“she’s sleeping upstairs. could you go wake her up please?” you asked, to which he nodded. he began to make his way up the stairs as you continued to set everything up.
“oh wait,” you said, stopping harry in his tracks, “could you grab my phone while you’re up there? i think i left it in the bedroom.”
a couple minutes later, he reappeared in the kitchen, this time with your very sleepy daughter in his arms. you took her from harry’s arms, peppering her face in kisses to hear her giggles.
“y/n, were you expecting any calls?” harry asked.
“no, why?” you answered.
“you’ve got a couple missed calls from the same number. it’s unsaved,” he said. he handed you your phone and the screen lit up to show multiple notifications of missed calls, just like harry said.
“must just be someone calling to say happy birthday,” you said, shooting him a smile.
“mhm, probably,” he agreed.
you clicked on the notification and it began to ring. almost immediately, someone picked up.
“y/n?” a familiar voice said, your smile dropping immediately.
“mom,” you said, displeased.
you handed your daughter off to harry and he sent you a questioning look.
“happy birthday!” she said, her voice ringing through the speaker.
“thanks,” you said, your tone wary as you wondered how she found your number.
“harry, can you go get her ready?” you asked, your hand cupped over the microphone.
“you don’t want me to stay?” he asked back.
“i’m fine alone. i’ll handle this now before guests start arriving,” you responded, sounding more hostile than you wanted.
“okay…” he said, retreating to the upstairs floor.
you let out a breath, putting the phone back up to your ear.
“did you want to say anything else?”you asked, your voice monotone and unimpressed.
“this is the first time we’ve talked in years and you can’t bear to be nice for one second?” she scolded.
“this is the first time we’ve talked in years and all you can do is complain?” you remarked, rolling your eyes.
“i don’t know what your issue is. you move out and then we never hear from you again, only seeing you on gossip magazines now and again. actually, i know,” she began, a sigh escaping your lips as you waited for whatever crazy thing she was going to say, “you find a rich boyfriend and then you don’t need us anymore. that’s all you ever came to me for, anyways. it was always money. you don’t love me, you were only nice when you wanted something. i bet that’s how it is now with harry. i know you, you’re probably only nice when you’re begging for his credit card.”
you thought that dealing with her constant tormenting for your entire childhood was enough to stop you from feeling anything when it came to her words. turns out you were wrong. tears began to form under your eyes but you quickly blinked them away, attempting to save your makeup.
“okay, whatever you say. bye,” you said, desperate to end the phone call.
“hold on. now you throw a party and you don’t even think to invite me. i raised you. we put food on the table, kept a roof over your head and gave you everything you wanted. why don’t you stop being so ungrateful. you’re 26 years old, grow up,” she yelled, your efforts to keep from crying beginning to fail.
“do you have nothing better to do than to ruin my birthday?” you yelled back, your voice wavering a bit.
“oh here we go again. it’s always about you, nobody else. stop being so dramatic,” she said, speaking the words she’d said to you throughout your entire life.
“yes, mom. for once it’s about me. it’s my fucking birthday and if i say you’re ruining it, you’re ruining it, just like you’ve ruined every single one before this one. there’s a reason i don’t fucking talk to you and it’s because all you do is bitch about nothing. you said it yourself, i’m 26 years old, if i want to cut you out, i will. leave me the fuck alone and never fucking call me again,” you yelled, quickly pressing the red hang up button to end the conversation before she could say anything else.
you set the phone down on the counter and let out a frustrated sigh. you weren’t alone for long, though. harry was quick to hug you when he heard the conversation had ended. his hand stroked your back and he swayed you lightly from side to side. you sniffled softly, continuing to fight back tears. all it took was harry muttering “it’s okay” for you to let go. you sobbed in his arms, explaining what she’d said to you. you no longer cared about your make-up or your party which was soon to start. you began to focus on harry and the warmth of his body against yours, but you could still hear your mom’s words. you cried until the sun was fully down, the only light coming from the living room and moonlight. soon, your cries subsided and you pulled away from harry. he sent you a small smile and brought a hand up to your cheek, wiping away a tear. he put his forehead against yours and you stood in silence.
“i love you, you know that?” he began, his voice soft and almost a whisper, “whatever she said to you, you didn’t deserve it. none of it’s true.”
“what if it is, though. she kept me alive and- and, maybe i should’ve invited her. she’s my mother. i just cut her out and left, i should’ve tried to make it better again,” you said, your mother’s manipulation working on you once again.
“she doesn’t deserve you in her life, y/n.” he said, “ you can throw a party full of everyone you know and not invite your family cause they never showed you love. you don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.”
“i love you, harry, so so much,” you said.
“i love you more,” he smiled.
“no, i love you more,” you giggled.
“impossible,” he said, smiling wider.
before you could answer, he leaned forward to kiss you. you wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into it. your kiss was cut short when you heard someone calling you.
“mama! dada!” your daughter yelled excitedly.
you looked at her and your jaw dropped. you both instinctively crouched down as you watched her unsteadily take small steps, her arms flailing around in an attempt to remain balanced. she walked straight into your legs, falling into you with a large and mostly toothless smile. you picked her up and held her up in the air.
“matilda anne styles! did you just take your first steps? all by yourself?” you said, smiling widely, causing her to giggle uncontrollably.
you brought her back down and sat her on your hip. you and harry began to kiss her cheeks repeatedly, her giggles getting louder and louder. harry took her from your hold and praised her for her first steps. you watched in delight at the interaction and realized harry was right. the only family that mattered to you was the one you started, the one that would always show you love, the one right in front of you.
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homosexualbehaviors · 20 days
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Matilda feels particularly Enid coded, no?
~You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
And not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love
You don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up...
...You can let it go
You can throw a party full of everyone you know
You can start a family who will always show you love
You dont have to be sorry for doing it on your own~
~Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright
But I know a peice of you's dead inside~
I feel like the majority of this song relates to her. Just me? Probably
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regular-another · 1 year
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Adore You - Harry Styles
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darkacademiaposts · 2 years
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"fuck you my child is completely fine" your child listens to matilda by harry styles before crying themselves to sleep
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spicybabyhoney · 8 months
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Matilda by Harry Styles is for Darcy
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bhaktijadeja12 · 2 years
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Harry's House Lyrics
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flammiigena · 2 years
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17 going under - sam fender / burning house - lois dodd / matilda - harry styles / burnt house - steve pancrate
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iwishyouroses · 6 months
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i recently created a playlist for everyone who’s starting college and moving out of the house! for everyone who’s scared of what the future holds! give it a listen and remember, it’s scary when things change but it’s scarier when they don’t! you have plenty of time to figure out what you want to do and who you want to be! it’s only time and it’s yours!
go give it a listen!
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crystalteacupps · 2 years
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finally graduating high school this weekend. moving out of state in the fall. leaving my small town.
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invisiblevoyager · 2 years
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‘Matilda’ is written for the older sisters who have complicated relationships with their families. For the ones who moved out but miss their younger siblings and support them always even if they’re not under the same roof. It’s for the ones with childhood trauma that they’re working through in therapy. For those who understand why their parents are a certain way but will never live at home again. For the girlies who created their own found families. For those of us who feel guilty for having experiences our parents will never get to. It’s for the ones putting themselves first everyday and trying not to regret it. It’s for those of us trying to let it, and them, go.
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goldenkiwistyles · 6 months
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You don’t have to be sorry for growing up
Warnings: mentions of blood,nausea, other period symptoms.
Grace's pov:
I wake up feeling slightly nauseous and with a sore stomach. I didn't think anything of it until I got out of bed a saw a dark brown patch in the middle of my bed. Oh no. We got told about this at school. If it's what I think it is. I quickly make my bed so the stain is hidden not wanting my dad to see it.Walking into my bathroom I notice there is also a brown stain on my shorts so I swiftly strip discovering a puddle of blood in my pants. I don't know what to do. Deciding I definitely need a shower I turn it on making sure it's at the right temperature before jumping in. Once I'm clean I grab some fresh clothes and google what do when you start your period. I realise that I need to use a pad or tampon but I don't have any and I'm to embarrassed to asked my dad to get me some so I just carefully place some toilet roll in my pants hoping that will work. When I've sorted myself out I head downstairs for breakfast."Morning honey you ok?" I silently nod my head at my dad, taking the slice of toast he handed me."I've got the day of today so we can do what ever you want. I perk up a bit. "Really can we have more guitar lessons?""Course honey. Finish your breakfast and then will go to the studio."
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Harry's pov:
Once grace has finished her breakfast we head down to the studio picking up Starbucks on the way per her request."Right then go grab one of the guitars and we'll get started. As Grace goes to grab a guitar I notice a little brown stain on her leggings. Oh my poor baby."Gracie baby come here." She looks at me confused but walks over to me anyway."Why didn't you tell me you started your period baby?" Her cheeks flush red and she bursts into tears."Daddy i'm scared." I panic slightly at the name she only really ever calls me that when she's scared or really upset. I pull her into a tight hug rubbing soothing circles on her back. "Oh baby it's ok I've got you. You don't need to be embarrassed or scared."Her cries eventually lessen until she's only occasionally sniffing. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you daddy I was embarrassed.""Shh it's ok baby you didn't need to be. You can tell me anything.What we're gonna do is go to the shops and while I go in and grab you the stuff you need you can wait in the car. Then will go home and sort you out ok?" Grace gingerly nods her head at me so I gently pull her to the car before helping her in and heading of to the shops.
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We get home and I take Grace straight into the bathroom. "Do you know how to use a pad Gracie?" "Yeah." While she puts the pad on i head up stairs to get her a fresh pair of leggings giving her some privacy. Knocking on the bathroom door I ask her if I can come in. "Yeah come in dad." I help her tidy up her dirty clothes from the studio and this morning when she tells me about them and strip her sheets is well. When everything sorted we both collapse on the sofa. I hand her a heating pad to help her cramps and put a film on. "Thank you dad for helping me. I love you." "Don't need to thank me baby and I love you too. More than anything else in this world.
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harry-styles-obsessed · 7 months
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“In other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore. As long as you can let them go.”
THESE LYRICS 🥹🥹🥹 THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL. AS LONG AS YOU CAN LET GO OF THE PEOPLE WHO HURT YOU, THEY WONT BE ABLE TO HURT YOU ANYMORE. ITS SO FUCKING PERFECT OH MY GOD. HAVEN’T RELATED SO MUCH TO SPECIFIC LYRICS BEFORE. SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING 🥹🥹🥲
Harry styles ‘Matilda’ story coming out soon 🖤🎈
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