#fetus harry x celeb!y/n

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it’s probably been written many times, but here goes nothing! harry gets his wisdom teeth removed and acts all soft and fluffy.

Harry had specifically requested that Anne bring Y/N to pick him up from his wisdom teeth removal. “Want her to record my reaction for Zayn,” he explained with a huge smile on his face. “I’m not excited for it to hurt, I’m just excited to see my reaction.”

Anne just shook her head and agreed to bring her along, knowing that she would be able to console him as she drove.

Y/N gave Harry a huge hug as he went into the room ‘unafraid’, but she felt the nervous hammering of his heart against her ear.

Now here she was, talking to a nurse who said that the teeth came out well, and that he was fit to go home.

Harry walked drunkenly out of the back room and beelined for her the moment she came into view. “Baby,” he mumbled through the gauze in his mouth, “missed you s’bad.”

She wrapped her arms around him and assisted him out to the car where Anne sat, waiting. She helped him into the back seat and buckled his seatbelt around him.

“Feel good?”

His head fell back dramatically against the headrest as she walked to the other side of the car. She made a point to set her phone up in the cup holder to record his reaction.

“Don’t feel good,” he groaned. “It hurts so bad.” Tears trickled from his closed eyes as he cradled his chin gently and you buckled yourself into the middle seat.

“I’m so sorry, bubby,” you frowned as you caressed his rosy cheek. “Let’s get you home and you can take a nap, sound good?”

He nodded as he rested his sore jaw against your shoulder. “Love you,” he murmured softly. “You always make me feel better.”

“That’s sweet,” you said honestly. “Do you want a kiss?”

He nodded and lifted his head and let you kiss his cheeks, still asking tearfully, “But what about my mouth?”

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Your kissies make everything better.”

This earned him several delicate kisses on the lips, as well as on the top of his nose and his forehead, just like she did every night.

“Thank you,” he sighed, still feeling the warm love settle into his skin, “but you can’t do those. Those mean it’s bedtime.”

“Oh!” She grinned as she pretended to wipe the kisses off. “Let’s start over.” She kissed his lips delicately as he smiled through his gauze, eyes closed with satisfaction.

“Better?”

“All better, thank you.”

“Anytime.” She busied herself playing with his curls as he hummed contentedly at the feeling of her hands.

“Hey,” he announced presently, in a hushed voice, “I have a question. A really, really big question.”

“What is it?”

“Can I marry you?”

Her fingers stopped running through his hair and she gave a small gasp before resting her head gingerly on his quivering shoulder. “Of course,” she responded, still surprised that the words had crossed his lips.

“Thanks, but I want to marry you now,” he emphasized as he picked up your left hand and took the ring off your middle finger and slid it onto your right ring finger. “There,” he said with satisfaction. “Now we’re married!”

She gave a small laugh before kissing him on the cheek. “Love you more than anyone,” she confirmed.

When they got home, Y/N assisted Harry up the stairs and into his bed. She pulled the blanket up around him and tucked it beneath his chin. “How does it feel?”

“How does what feel?”

“Your blankets.”

“They feel good,” he began slowly, “but I want you to give me cuddles.” He was so sleepy and whiny that she couldn’t have declined if she’d wanted to. He was in so much pain and all he wanted was her cuddles to make him feel better.

She climbed wordlessly into his bed and pulled him close to her. She held his head against her chest and rubbed his back as it heaved with sobs.

“You’re gonna be okay,” she whispered against his forehead. “You know how I know that?”

He shrugged as he continued crying.

“Because I’m right here and I can give you snuggles until you feel better.”

He hung into her arms for dear life as he drifted off.

Anne came into the room to check on him and saw him cuddling with her. She noticed his hands wrapped around her arms like a snake and made a strange face. “What is he doing?”

“Sleeping,” she laughed. “Duh! He’s just a sleepy baby.”

She smiled as she traced circles on his hand. “He doesn’t want you to leave him.”

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

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Living in the same place as Y/N took a toll on Harry. He was lovesick and obsessed, diagnosed by none other than doctor Liam Payne.

“She sleeps cuddling with a pillow,” Harry groaned softly as he stared into her bunk.

She was curled up in the bottom bunk, her back facing him, but the pillow she was cuddling was visible. She also had a fuzzy blanket draped over her and she was contentedly resting.

“Harry, you’ve got to get over yourself,” Liam said bluntly. “Y/N’s a pretty girl, but you can’t just be blindly in love with her.”

“Why?”

“Hazza!” Liam practically shouted.

“Keep your voice down, Li,” Harry coaxed. “You’ll wake the others. But what’s wrong with a good old-fashioned crush?”

“Nothing!” Liam whispered loudly, “but you’re taking things way too far! It’s not okay to watch her sleeping and pretend you’re a pillow. You’re Harry Styles.”

“So?” Harry prompted, causing Liam to slap his forehead.

“HARRY! THIS IS BECOMING AN UNHEALTHY OBSESSION!” Liam was whispering a little too loudly and Y/N began to roll silently over. “Y’know what…” he began before he noticed Y/N staring at him and Harry.

“Are you okay?” she asked with a smirk. She hadn’t been asleep. That sneaky girl had been listening the whole time.

“Oh I’m fine,” Liam replied quickly. “Harry, though. He was needing to have a bit of a talk with you.”

She snickered as she sat up, but she couldn’t help staring at Harry for a second. He thought he was such a genius for hiding his crush, but he was dreadfully obvious.

“Come talk to me,” she said, inviting him over to her bed, pulling the covers over her so her legs were covered. She was dressed in an oversized T-shirt that didn’t quite cover her underwear. She patted the bed next to her and Harry sat down gingerly.

“What was it you wanted to talk about?”

“Oh!” His cheeks flushed and he laughed nervously. “I just wanted to.. if you… hey! What’s that?”

She looked over to see what he was pointing at and she picked up the small floral book that was the fuel of his subject change. “This is my notebook.”

“Can I see it?”

“Yeah,” she passed it over to him. It was new, barely used. It mainly contained pages of lyrics and scribbly sketches, but she still hoped he wouldn’t look to hard.

“What’s in it?” He asked as he analyzed the flowers on the spine.

“Sketches… I practice calligraphy…”

“Calligraphy?” his eyebrows shot up. “Like handwriting?” When she nodded, he asked, “show me?”

She pulled the book back and opened it to a blank page. She took out her pen and shook it in her fingers. “It’s not real calligraphy,” she admitted. “It’s hand-lettering and I’m not very good at it yet.”

“Write my name,” he suggested, shaking his curly hair out of his eyes. “Write Harry.”

She snorted. “I know your name is Harry,” she laughed, causing him to laugh too and clearing any tension that was between them.

Harry scooted closer to her as she took the pen’s cap off with her teeth. He watched as her hand moved, shakily at first, across the margin of the paper. When the ink ran out of the pen, she moved her hand to the lines and began writing.

“Pretty,” Harry breathed as she thickened the downward strokes she had made with her pen. “Do…do your name.”

She smiled and moved her pen down and wrote her name below his.

He grinned childishly, imagining a pretty plus sign between their names. Better yet, he imagined his and Y/N’s ship name written out in that gorgeous writing.

“What’s so funny, big guy?” Y/N asked, startling Harry.

“O-oh, nothing.” He giggled, playing nervously with his fingers. Big guy. So what if Google was wrong about her height? Google said Louis was 5’9”, for Heaven’s sake.

She let out a soft chuckle before shivering.

“Are you cold?” Harry asked, though it was obvious.

She laughed some more. “A little,” she confessed.

“Do you want a hug?” Harry asked, stiffening at the thought. Did he really just ask Y/N L/N if she wanted a hug to warm her up…? What?

She nodded and he wrapped his arms around her as she threw part of her blanket over him. He adjusted himself so her head was resting on his shoulder and rubbed her back for a moment.

“I suppose I should go back to my bunk now,” Harry mentioned reluctantly a few minutes later, hoping desperately that Y/N would let him stay.

“You can stay if you want,” she offered and his boyish brain jumped into action right away. “I mean… err… sure!” he responded awkwardly, feeling as if he had won an Olympic gold medal. “Lemme get my blanket and pillow quick.”

He returned from the other side of the room moments later with his bedclothes and laid delicately down on her bed.

With a childish smile, Y/N reached for the top of his maroon blanket and pulled it up to his chin.

“Sleep tight!” she grinned.

“Sleep tight.”

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After meeting Y/N for the first time, Harry was more deeply in love with her than ever. He was over the moon about her joining them on their world tour and he couldn’t wait to help her move into their bus.

The bus was huge on the inside for how small it was on the outside. The back of it was separated off by a wall and inside were four bunk beds. Only three were ever used, Harry and Niall in one, Liam and Louis in another, and Zayn in the third. Zayn tended to toss and turn a lot in his sleep, so the boys put him alone.

The beds stood, tightly packed, on each of the four walls. Y/N would inhabit the empty bunk bed and have the choice to take the top or bottom bunk.

Harry and Liam were forced into the bottom bunks by Niall and Louis who were much shorter than them. In their minds, this meant superiority.

Harry hoped Y/N would pick the bottom bunk directly across from his. He would be able to stare at her pretty sleeping figure. He imagined telling the boys that. They would go mad, have an absolute fit! That’s how Harry amused himself, mentally watching Liam blow his lid.

Maybe Harry wasn’t normal, and so what? He was a man deeply in love and that was that.

“You gonna help Y/N load her things on here, Haz?”

Zayn asked, receiving a scoff from Liam. “‘Course he is. He’s gonna try to carry it all at once too, just to show off.”

“I am not a show off,” Harry retorted defiantly. “I’ll be perfect safe about everything, guaranteed.”

Niall burst out laughing, but somehow managed a shaky, “Harry not being a show off is like me being a lion.”

Louis let out a loud ‘Ha’ and pointed a finger at Niall. “See, Harry? Y/N knows you’re a show off and she knows you have a raging crush on her, why don’t you tell her yourself?”

“Don’t need to,” Harry grumped in response. “Y’guys did it all for me this morning.”

Before he could hear things up more, a soft knock came from the door of the bus.

Y/N.

Harry rushed to open the door for her and the rest of the guys sat on the couch, exchanging knowing smirks.

“I knew it,” whispered Liam with a discreet eye roll. “What did I say? The man’s mad!”

“Nah, Li,” Niall corrected as he threw his arm around the back of the bench. “He’s a lad with a crush, tha’s all. Let it run its course and he’ll be fine.”

“Fine, my ass!” Louis laughed. “Have you ever seen his brain so one-tracked?”

Zayn shook his head, but shushed the others as Harry began helping Y/N carry her belongings in. They watched his body language, the way he giggled at everything she said and his cheeks heated up like a little girl’s.

After one trip onto the bus each, Y/N’s things were completely loaded and Liam couldn’t help asking, “need any help, strong guy?”

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It was embarrassing for Harry to admit that the car ride on his way to see Y/N for the first time was the most anxious and excited he had been in quite some time. He had been eagerly anticipating this day for weeks. He’d had a bit of a scare last week when he got sick suddenly, but now he was feeling better. Unfortunately for his bandmates. All he had spoken about was Y/N and they were anxious to see how bold he would be in person.

Harry could hardly believe he wasn’t dreaming when the car pulled up outside the studio where he would meet his biggest crush. He had endured his bandmates’ teasing all morning and had overcome it. This was too beautiful a morning to be dragged down by jealous “friends.”

The sky was blue and there was a crisp layer of snow on the ground, about five inches thick. It was supposed to be above freezing today, with barely any wind. Beautiful.

Inside the studio, the boys were scheduled to get their hair and makeup done for the camera and Harry couldn’t help imagining that, somewhere in the building, Y/N might be thinking about him. It was a vain thought, very self-centered, but he was down too hard. He couldn’t help himself.

The stylists attempted to make small talk, but Liam and Louis dominated the conversation, spewing all of Harry’s personal business like it was theirs to share.

Harry’s cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but at that point he couldn’t even deny it. He was too obvious.

When he finally laid his eyes on her, he had to look away. He could look at pictures and watch videos of her all day long, but in person he found himself abnormally shy.

One Direction was being interviewed along with her about the upcoming leg of their first world tour that she would be featured in.

Harry hoped he wouldn’t make a fool of himself because he would be in extremely close quarters with her for the next seven weeks.

She was so cute, the way she smiled and shifted her body as she laughed. She had such a carefree, childlike attitude, but she was so hot that it was almost scary. She laughed like an angel and always seemed to know what to do to make Harry practically drool.

She asked him a question at one point, and it wasn’t like every band member had received the question before him, but the way she said his name was so delicious. He wanted so badly to hear it over and over.

He answered softly, blushing to an embarrassing extent, ticked off at his own antics.

Liam and Louis punched each other’s arms playfully as Harry and Y/N made eye contact. She could totally tell how into her he was, and she was eating up every moment.

“You guys look exceptional this morning,” she said, eyes twinkling brightly. “What’s your secret?”

“You’ll find that we always look handsome,” Louis explained proudly, crossing his right leg over his left knee and shaking it. “Our secret is in the potions we drink.”

“Also makeup,” Harry added, confidence blooming as Y/N laughed.

The interviewer asked Y/N what about the upcoming weeks she was most excited for and her answer made Harry almost lift of the ground, glowing.

“I don’t know, maybe just getting to know the boys better?” She cast an unintentionally flirty glance at Harry and he caught it before looking away. “Yeah,” she stumbled, “I’m also, of course, excited to play the shows.”

This received a round of applause from the boys and a winning smile from Harry. The interview was concluded and all of the boys got hugs from Y/N, but Harry’s felt extra special.

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After spending an entire night with Y/N, Harry barely dared to hope that he’d be invited to do it again. It was all he thought about all day, which pissed Liam off to a comical extent.

“Harry,” he kept repeating in the same exasperated tone, “pretend you’re a doctor who holds the most highly envied job worldwide. You had an affair with your coworker but no one can know about it or you’ll get fired and you won’t make any more money.”

“I don’t need to make money,” Harry contradicted. “If it’s the most highly envied job in the world, I’m bound to have enough money. I’d be set for life!”

“Y’don’t get it, do you, Haz?”

“No.”

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When night came and the six, (Niall, Liam, Louis, Zayn, Y/N, and Harry), returned to the bus that night, Y/N headed for the bathroom and Harry climbed into his bunk sadly. He had really wanted to spend the night with Y/N.

When she emerged from the bathroom, bare-faced and yawning, she crawled into her bunk before looking at Harry. When she noticed that he was still awake, she beckoned for him to come over and he obliged more than willingly.

He snuggled up in his maroon blanket and flashed Y/N a sweet smile as he shifted beside her.

She shook his head before running her fingers through his curls. “Sorry,” she apologized immediately after, “but I had to.”

He grinned broadly as he told her that she could do it any time.

The two were content lying in each other’s presence until Harry rested his chin in Y/N’s shoulder and began getting shifty and uncomfortable.

“You okay?” she asked and he cleared his throat nervously.

“I like you,” he began, hiccuping involuntarily. “Like, a lot.” He waited, watching as she smiled. He hoped she wouldn’t make fun of him. He wished he could disappear.

“I know,” she said plainly.

“You know?” he asked in disbelief and she smirked.

“Yeah,” she began softly, contemplating how she could explain to him how. “All of the boys have told me on multiple occasions and you’re not exactly subtle.”

His face went beet red and he stuttered out, “Do you hate me?”

“Yeah,” she scoffed coyly. “I hate you enough to cuddle with you and talk to you and sing with you and do this…”

In an instant, she was leaning toward him to give him a kiss on the lips, followed by one on the tip of his nose, and one on his forehead.

He just sat there, unmoving, in absolute shock as his poor little harrybrain worked hard to comprehend the events that had just taken place.

“I like you too,” she said at last, giving him a satisfied smile.

“So…” he hesitated, “are you my girlfriend now?”

“Yes.”

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Liam attempted to wake Harry on Saturday morning, but Harry was already wide awake. He tried to act disgruntled as he usually did when he was woken up, but his cheeks were rosy and he wore a smile that gave away the trains of thought that had been driving through his mind all morning.

It was 5:30 am, early for all of them, but Harry had already been up for two hours.

“Wake up, Hazza,” Liam said, rubbing his forehead tiredly. “Can’t believe you almost overslept.”

Louis’ cold hand was placed on Harry’s forehead and a sigh escaped his lips. “I think he’s got a temperature now.”

“Poor guy,” Zayn said as he joined Liam and Louis by Harry’s bottom bunk.

“Don’t you worry, Harry,” Niall said as Harry sat up, banging his head on the bunk above his. “Poor boy. I’ll say hello to Y/N for ya.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “C’mon, guys. Lemme up.”

“Not so fast, Harry,” Liam joked, still trying to look concerned. “We can’t have you gettin’ sicker, can we?”

“Liam,” Harry practically growled. “I’ve been better for days now!”

Liam finally had to start laughing and Liam leaned up against Harry, laughing as he hugged him. “Yer so easy to trick, you are.”

“You didn’t trick anythin’ but that bird brain of yers,” Harry grumped as he pulled off his pajama shirt.

“Woah,” Zayn said, taking a step backward. “Let’s give ‘im ‘is space. He’s a bit sore about this interview.”

“Second,” Liam said, still laughing, as he left.

Louis had to gloat in Harry’s face for a second before he also left the room.

Niall stayed so he could talk to Harry in private. “Harry, d’you wanna pick up some flowers for her?”

“For who?”

“I’m over you,” Niall said as he watched Harry pull on his jacket. “You’re not very bright, are you?”

Harry laughed as Niall left the room. Then, he couldn’t help himself: he walked over to the mirror with his comb and, as he pretended to comb his curls, he envisioned how big or small Y/N’s body would be beside him. Google said she was 5’4”, which was apparently average. Niall and Louis were short compared to him and they were 5’9”, or so they said.

When Harry had finished figuring her height, he imagined kissing her. Would he return disappointed in a few hours? Maybe. Who knew?

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Fetus Harry and Celebrity!Y/N Masterlist

Part 1~the one where Harry gets better to meet y/n

Part 2~the one where Harry meets y/n

Part 3~the one where Harry helps her move in

Part 5

Part 4

Part 6

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How old is Fetus Harry and Celebrity!Y/N? (sorry if you’ve answered this already :)

THEY’RE NOT SEVENTEEN AND THIRTY-THREE, THAT’S FOR SURE. Part of that seems a bit illegal? Idk. Harry is probably eighteen or nineteen and Y/N is probably twenty, maybe twenty-one.

So what if Harry would be out of his “fetus” stage by then? It’s an AU, I can do whatever the heck I want 😼 (im currently experiencing my rebellious phase)