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A Little Surprise

a/n: This is for the anon who requested this, I kind of changed it up a bit but not really. Enjoy!!!

Word count: 2641

Genre: Fluff? Touch of angst (literally not really tho)

The one where Harry has a little secret that he is yet to share with you.

You had met Harry almost two months ago standing in line for your post-run coffee one particular morning.

Your hands had accidently caressed his as you both reached for the coffee the barista had called out seconds ago. The two of you blushing at the honest mistake, it was like looking into a mirror as the both of you gestured for the other to take the steaming cup of black liquid.

“Think it’s yours actually,” he had said picking the cup up and handing it to you, “wasn’t paying attention, but m’pretty my names not y/n y/l/n.”

“Well thank you, that would be me.”

“M’Harry by the way,” he said as he stuck his hand out for you to shake as the other reached out to grab the coffee that was his from the counter.

You had almost said ‘I know’, despite never engaging with celebrity life in regards to who they were beyond their music, you certainly didn’t live under a rock, after all it’s not as if Harry Styles was some unknown celebrity, however you quickly refrained as to avoid making the situation even more awkward.

“I’m y/n, but you already know that, it was lovely meeting you.” His mouth opened to reply but he was quickly interrupted as his phone began to ring, the name Jeff flashing across.

“Shoot, I’ve got to take this,” he mumbled, giving you a half-hearted wave as he assured the recipient of the call that ‘I’m coming, give me a second.’

‘Must’ve been urgent’ you had thought turning back and looking for a place to sit. You couldn’t have helped but feel a little defeated, it was no secret that Harry was a good looking guy so there was a small part of you that had hoped he would’ve stayed longer to talk.

At that moment, your phone dinged revealing the words popping up from Instagram app:

‘harrystyles wants to send you a message’

And like the digital age that it was, that was how your romance had begun.

On your fourth date with Harry, things were going particularly well, the both of you eager to get to either one’s place, especially as the minor amounts of alcohol coursed through your veins.

“Are we going to your place?” you had asked as you climbed into the backseat of the car, Harry sitting comfortably already besides you.

“I was actually thinking yours if that’s okay.” Usually, you would think nothing of a statement like that, however in this particular situation it was odd.

“Mine?” you had asked, “I thought you said your place was basically around the corner?”

You felt him freeze up beside you, as he stumbled over his words, “Um- yeah it is, but it’s not very clean and stuff, but maybe another time.”

Rather than dwelling on the subject you pushed it aside, accepting Harry’s apology, besides, it must’ve been because of his status, seeing as you had only been dating for around three weeks, perhaps his trusting in you was not quite there yet.

“Okay, mine it is then.” You had said kissing him softly on the lips whilst his hand gripped your thigh.

One month and a bit into your relationship, you found yourself sitting opposite your friend as she grilled you about your new love life.

“I don’t know,” you had mumbled, fiddling with the thread that was loose in your sweatshirt. “He’s been acting so weird recently.”

You looked to your friend, y/f/n, who motioned for you to continue as she stuffed snacks into her mouth.

“Well, I don’t know-, y’know at times he’s so sweet and attentive, completely focused on me, and I’m not that torn about him being busy, because I get it, he must be a busy man. But don’t you think it’s weird that I only ever see him in the evening?”

Your friend simply nodded in response, letting you continue your rambling.

“And sometimes, he’ll get these calls and he completely freezes up, and quickly walks away to pick up the phone. There’s these little things that he does that are just odd, I don’t know but there’s something dodgy going on.”

“Look, personally, I agree, it does sound very weird- but you’ve said so yourself, Harry’s one of the loveliest guys. I’m sure if there was something going on, you would know. I highly doubt something is though, like you said, he’s a very busy guy and I guess all these things come with going out with a guy who’s well-known.”

You agreed silently with your friend, however not quite letting go of your own suspicions.

It was known to you that going to Harry’s place was uncharted territory, after hinting and asking multiple times to go over to his, only to be shut down, that much was obvious.

Which is why, two months down the line on your two-month anniversary (which you both agreed to celebrate, because why not?) it came as a huge surprise when he suggested that you celebrate at his, with a home-cooked meal and a movie.

H = It’s been a long time coming don’t you think? x

y/n = you could say that again, aha

H = come over tonight at 8?

y/n = I’ll be there xx

Soon enough you found yourself outside of his house in a car that Harry had sent for you, shaking slightly as the nerves settled in. This was quite the big step for the both of you, and you felt as if Harry was showing a different side to him, one that you thought you were sure you were ready to see.

“Come on in love.” Harry smiled lovingly, ushering you into his home soon after you knocked.

“It smells so good!” you said handing your coat to Harry’s outstretched hands, following him through the hallway and into the kitchen, where a cute little table was set up.

“I made tacos,”

“Mmmm, thank you bubs, my favourite.” You hummed, reaching up to press a kiss to his waiting lips.

You watched as Harry pulled out the chair like the gentleman that he was, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

The night was going exceptionally well, you felt free and happy, especially since this was the first time that Harry had invited you into his home, making the worries and concerns you had developing over the last two months disappear.

“- It was sick, Alessandro let me sit on his shoulders, so I was just having a boogie to Cher. It was just so cool to be there.” You smiled as you listened as Harry talk so enthusiastically about his night at the Met months ago, completely engrossed and beamy with pride at the man in front of you.

“That sounds so amazing, must’ve been quite the night. There was thi-” you were cut off as Harry’s mobile began ringing, causing his stare to leave you as he grabbed at the device, eyebrows furrowed.

“Shit, I’m so sorry. I’ve got to take this.” He apologised, standing up and walking back into the hallway.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, it seemed that whoever was constantly on the other end of the phone held more importance over you all the time. You were annoyed, pissed off in fact. You couldn’t even be the centre of his attention on the nights that he was free to spend with you, there was always someone else. And to be honest you were getting sick of it. Perhaps ending it now, would be better than ending it later on down the line when you got even more attached.

You quickly tuned your ears to hear his voice as you heard words come out of his mouth that caused your heart to sink slightly.

“You’re on your way here?” he spoke into the phone, his voice slightly muffled due to the distance between you two. “But I thought- yes I know- but- fine, okay. I’ll see you in a bit.” You watched as he walked back into the room, stress written all over his features.

“I’m so sorry.” He spoke, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “But I’ve got to cut this date short, I’ll call you a cab now.”

You gaped at him in exasperation, completely blown away by his words. “You’re kicking me out?”

“I’m so sorry, but something important just came up.”

“Who was on the phone?” you asked, ignoring his last remark.

“Nobody,” you watched as panic took over his features as he checked the watch that rested on his wrist. “I’m so sorry to have to do this to you.”

“Harry, if I go now, I’m not going to come back. If I go now we’re done.”

“Please don’t say that, its just-”

“It’s just what Harry? You’re always so distant, and then you’re not it’s confusing, you’re always on your phone and you only ever agree to see me in the evening- what is going on with you?” you were stressed now, desperate for any sort of explanation for his behaviour. “Is there someone else?” you whispered, avoiding his eyes.

“No, I promise it’s nothing like that-“ he was cut off by the front door opening, a loud feminine voice calling out to him.

“Harry! I’m home.” You watched as Harry’s face drained of colour, turning as he looked to you.

“Shit, I swear to god it’s not what it seems like.”

You glared at him, not even bothering to answer him as you quickly swept up your coat that rested on the sofa.

However, just as you were about to step past Harry and through the arch of the kitchen, a little person ran past you and into Harry’s arms.

You were frozen in shock as the little boy cried “Daddy!” happily as he threw himself at his ‘dad’.

You watched the scene unfold in front of you, a worried expression on Harry’s face as the child hummed happily as he pressed himself onto Harry’s chest.

A girl walked in afterwards, flushed in the face as she smiled at you, “I’m so sorry to do this on your date, you must be y/n, Harry’s date?”

You simply nodded in response, still frozen as she pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m Gemma, Harry’s sister.” This must’ve been the girl Harry was on the phone to, you thought as you turned back to look at him who was still staring at you, awaiting your next move.

“Right, well I can see here that you guys have some talking to do.” Gemma broke the silence again, “C’mon baby, come to auntie Gem,”

“M’kay.” The little boy said stretching out his arms to the girl. “Sweetie?”

“If daddy says yes you can.” You watched as Gemma retreated out of the room.

“Soooo,” you drew out awkwardly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I’m sorry if you weren’t ready to tell me yet.”

“I’m not going to lie, it’s a lot earlier then I intended, but there’s nothing I can do about it. Look, I really care for you y/n. That’s why I tried my best to not have you find out.”

Harry sighed, carefully grabbing your arms and guiding you to sit next to him on the sofa. “It’s not that I wasn’t ready, I was just scared that you’d run away. In the past people just freak out over the fact that I’m a dad. They want that free aspect that comes with me being famous and they don’t expect that I come with a price, and that’s my son. So when I met you, I was scared of losing you before I ever had you, so I kept it from you and tried to do my best to hide that side of my life.”

You smiled sadly at the man in front of you, softly grabbing his face so that you were able to kiss his lips, “Don’t ever try to hide any part of yourself from me again. I really really like you Harry, and I get why it’s taken so long for you to show this side, but just know that I’m ready for any part of you that comes my way.” Harry suddenly pulled you in for a tight hug causing your heart to beat faster. “What happened to the mum?”

“Uh- she left, soon after giving birth. We were together for about a year before she got pregnant and we agreed to keep it, but after a couple months she disappeared and only left a note behind, so ever since then it’s just been me and him.”

“And how come the media or your fans don’t know?”

Harry huffed, his face scrunching slightly as he thought deeply, “I love my fans and everything, I think they’re amazing. But I just wanted one part of my life to be completely private. I just wanted one thing that was mine and only mine. So, I made sure that no one ever found out. His mum was respectful of that in the beginning, I guess now she hasn’t said anything because of the backlash she's scared of receiving, that was always something she hated when we were together.”

The sombre mood was interrupted by the little boy running in and leaping into Harry’s arms again.

“Sorry H, I couldn’t stop him.”

“Don’t worry about it Gem, thanks for watching him. I’ll call you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah okay,” she spoke turning to you, “It was nice meeting you y/n.”

“You too, bye,” you smiled, waving as you watched her walk out, hearing the front door slam soon after.

“Who are you?” the little voice spoke as he raised an accusing finger in your direction.

You turned to Harry expectedly, unsure of what to say. “This is my friend y/n, wanna introduce yourself?”

You grinned at the boy who was still staring at you warily, “No.” he finally answered, hopping off his dad’s lap and running to a box of toys in the corner.

“Sorry about him, he’s quite shy.” Harry smiled sheepishly, “His names Theo and he’s five.”

“So adorable.” Still unsure of what to say about the boy, completely unease about the whole situation.

“Daddy? You made tacos without me!” you heard the voice of an exasperated Theodore.

“Sorry little man, we’ve got some leftovers though.”

“I love tacos too!” you said, grabbing the attention of the little boy.

Theo let out a little giggle, “Me too! I like it the best though.”

You let out an exaggerated gasp, gently poking the little pudge on his stomach, “No way! That’s not possible.”

“Uhuh, I like it the bestest.”

“Better! I like it better, Theo,” Harry corrected his son, calling out from across the room where he was fixing his son a plate of food.

“Okay daddy.”

“So, Theo, want to tell me why you came back early today? I thought you said you were going to stay over at Auntie Gem’s house like a big boy?” Harry said as he ushered the both of you to the dining table.

Theo sassily rolled his eyes causing you to laugh slightly at his actions, “Daddy I’m not a big boy yet, and I missed my toys.”

“Just your toys?” Harry playfully glared.

“You too maybe, but only if you give me sweeties.”

“A guy who drives a good bargain, I like it.” You playfully winked at Harry causing him to grin.

“Only if you’re a good boy.” He said sternly to his son.

Harry turned his attention to you after his son busied himself with the food in front of him, “Thank you, for being so open.”

“No need to thank me Harry, you make a lovely family.”

And in years to come, unknown to the both of you in that moment, this little family would soon become yours as well.

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