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Keep Driving

in which Alliah Mendoza is a singer-songwriter on the rise, and her final leap to fame is when the internationally recognized popstar Harry Styles has her as an opener for Love on Tour.

Bonus: The Brits

Mastermind

in which Adelaide Heathers is a singer-songwriter who finds a home with five boys in a band, One Direction, and falls in love with one of the members, Harry Styles.

Must Be Love

in which Vivienne Devon is a photographer who took photos for One Direction, became best friends with Niall Horan and then had a fallout. After two years of not talking, she's photographing Flicker Sessions.

Blurb:

Bandmates

in which Harry loves to sing and wear rings, and Y/N loves to play guitar and wear short skirts. And they’re just a bit too into each other

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS

Youtuber!Y/N x Harry Styles

in which Y/N is a Youtuber who does videos on celebrity gossip, then gets cancelled for the unethical nature of her channel. And finds her way to Harry to be better and learn from her mistakes.

The Brits

bonus content from my series, Keep Driving, in which Alliah Mendoza and Harry Styles attend the Brits and fluff ensues

simple questions

in which Harry is eager to make his girl happy and she just wants answers to simple questions

girl uncle

in which Harry becomes an uncle and has a bad case of baby fever

delayed proposal

in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose

[allthelovehes]

Easter Egg Hunt

Summary: Just a little blurb about Harry and Y/N having an easter egg hunt with their little niece.

Pairing: Harry x reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: Pure fluff

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A/N: My plan is to post content every weekday for the next four weeks so bear with me lol. We are starting off slow ;)

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“Let's get these.” Harry says as he picks up a bag of small Easter eggs. He is so excited for this year's Easter as Gemma's daughter, Hailey, is finally old enough to go hunting for Easter eggs.

“Those are way too small for her.” Y/N says and points at the package he has in hand. “Here, try these. They're just the right size.” She then hands him another bag that has bigger chocolate eggs.

“These will look huge in her tiny hands.” He laughs and puts pack in their cart. “What else do we need?”

“Baskets.” Y/N says and starts to push the cart towards the next aisle.

“I'll grab a few. Do you want the wicker ones or plastic?”

“I think we should go with plastic they last longer.” She looks over at him. “And then we can still use them when we have kids.”

Harry's head snaps up to meet her eyes. “Really?” His voice cracks as he asks.

“Well yeah, I mean one day. We talked about this and I thought that was the plan.”

“We are, but I didn't know if you were ready to talk about having kids.” He says as he picks up some of the plastic baskets.

“It's not like we have to do it right away. But we should be thinking about it. We should probably start looking for a new house before we start a family.”

“Y/N.” Harry says, stopping her from grabbing any more candy and pulling her into his chest. “Are you serious? Are we really going to start looking for houses and have a family?”

“If that's what you want.” She smiles up at him and then looks back over at their cart. “Do you think that's enough candy?”

“Oh god, Hailey is going to eat all of these and then throw up all night.” He laughs and wraps his arm around her shoulders as they make their way back towards the cashier.

“I'm sure Gemma will have enough common sense to not let her eat them all at once.”

“She is her mother's daughter, so I wouldn't be so sure.”

Y/N giggles and shakes her head. “Maybe you're right, but she's a kid, they're supposed to have candy.”

***

It's Easter morning and they are on their way to Gemma's house for the big hunt. Y/N is holding the basket in her lap and playing with the ribbon while Harry drives. He's been watching her out of the corner of his eye and is smiling the entire time.

“What's on your mind, love?”

“How cute our kids are going to be. Hailey is such a cutie and I can't wait until we have one.”

“Yeah.” Harry sighs. “Me too.”

“Have you thought anymore about moving?”

“I have. I'm not sure if I want to live in London anymore. I was thinking we could find a house near Gemma, so our little one can grow up with their cousin.”

“Harry, that would be so sweet. I bet Gemma would love that.”

“Me too.”

“Okay, so after Easter we should start looking.”

“Deal.” Harry smiles and pulls the car to a stop.

Gemma is standing in the driveway with a smile and waves to them. Little Hailey is standing beside her, excited to welcome her favourite uncle and aunt.

“Uncle Harry!” Hailey yells as she comes running towards them. Harry jumps out of the car and kneels down with his arms wide open for her. She runs straight into his arms and wraps her little ones around his neck.

“Happy Easter, Bunny.” Harry says and hugs her tightly.

“Where's my hug, sweet girl?” Y/N says with her arms outstretched.

“Aunt Y/N!” Hailey smiles and lets go of Harry. She walks over to her and gives her a quick hug. Y/N wraps her arms around her and picks her up to carry her inside.

“Wow, you're getting big, aren't you?”

“My mummy said I'll be as tall as you soon.”

“Oh, did she?” Y/N laughs and nods her head.

“I can't wait. I can't wait for the egg hunt, and then the chocolate.”

“Are you sure you're not excited about the chocolate?” Y/N laughs and sets her back down when they get into the living room.

Harry goes into the backyard after he greets Michal. Anne and Darren are supposed to arrive any second now and knowing how excited Hailey is, he wants to have the hunt set up so they're ready to go. He scatters the eggs and hides a few little stuffed bunnies for Hailey to find.

“Look at my pretty girl.” Anne says as she enters the living room. Hailey's face lights up when she sees her grandma and she rushes over to her. 

“Granny!”

“Hey, baby. How's my beautiful girl doing?” Anne picks her up and kisses her cheek.

“She's excited for the egg hunt.” Gemma says. “You're the last ones here, so let's get it started.”

“Where's Uncle Harry?”

“He's setting up outside. Are you ready?” Y/N explains and Hailey nods her head as she squirms in her grandmother's arms. Anne carries her outside and Harry greets his family. Most of the treasures are hidden in plain sight as Hailey is only three, so he didn't want to make it too difficult for her.

“Ready, Bunny?” Harry says as Anne puts her with both feet on the ground.

“Yes!” She beams before her little feet start running towards the first egg she sees. Everyone takes a seat and watches Hailey scurry around the yard, picking up every egg she can find. Harry makes sure to stick close to her, in case she trips he is right there to pick her up. Every time she finds an egg she runs over to show someone. When she finds a small bunny she squeals and runs over to Y/N to show her.

“Oh wow! That's a really good find.”

“Thank you.” Hailey smiles and then takes off again.

When all the eggs are found, Harry brings the basket full of candy inside and Hailey sits down on the floor. All the adults gather around her and watch as she digs through her basket. She picks up each egg, inspects it, and then sets it back down. Her little tongue is sticking out as she concentrates. She does the same thing with each and every egg. She's so focused on finding the biggest one, not even the chocolate is tempting her.

“Hailey, what are you doing?” Gemma asks as she sits down beside her.

“Trying to find the bestest egg.”

Y/N is helping Anne in the kitchen to prepare the Easter brunch. They are keeping an eye on the ham in the oven while the rest of the food is on the stove. Darren is sitting at the island drinking his coffee while Harry and Michal are setting the table.

“Mummy, it's hard!” Hailey whines and pouts her lips.

“What's wrong, sweetheart?”

“I can't open it.”

“Let's save it for after we have some proper food.” Gemma tells her, taking the chocolate from her hand and putting it back in the basket. She sets the entire basket aside and helps her up off the floor. “Go wash your hands and then we can eat.”

After a big brunch and a lot of candy, Hailey is getting tired. She's lying down on the sofa with her head in Y/N's lap, nearly falling asleep. Harry sits down next to her with his arm draped across her shoulders.

“I can't wait for us to have a little one like her someday.” He whispers into her ear.

“Me either.” She smiles and leans her head against his shoulder. “You'd be the best daddy.”

“And you'll be the best mummy.”

“We'll be great together.”

“Yes, we will.” Harry says and kisses her cheek.

[scottstreetbell]

Can someone send in some request for what they want to see?

[ao3feed-larry]

You'll see angels fly

by CrOminona

Louis is in Tokyo for a never-ending job when he receives the call. It's been nine months since Harry and him last talked, and things between them didn't end up that well to begin with. It's fine. Louis has moved on, even though he is still mad about it sometimes. It's okay.

Except that it's not. And booking a fourteen hour flight back to London without second thought feels like the logical step when Harry is concerned.

It's fine, Louis tells himself, he can work this out.

Words: 15674, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Anne Cox, Gemma Styles, Niall Horan, Original Female Character(s)

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Getting Back Together, Emotional Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Riding, Top Harry, Top Louis, Harrry is very sad, But his boys are there for him, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff

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[gucciking-hes]

COWBOYRRY TONIGHT ON STAGE.

[babylonrosie]

Quarantine with Harry Styles

When you’d first started quarantining with Harry in your shared home in London, neither of you could have guessed it would go on for longer than a month, but you’re definitely glad it did.

At the start of quarantine, you and Harry were just happy to be in each other’s company without having to worry about him leaving again, which meant a lot of lazy days cuddling in bed and just memorising the feel of each other.

Of course it was quite a difficult time for the both of you with not being able to see any family or friends but a few facetimes a week and being with each other made it bearable.

You would definitely say that some of your favourite moments in lock-down were slow and lazy mornings where you’d lay in bed for hours on end tracing Harry’s tattoos while chatting mindlessly before eventually dragging yourself out of bed to make you both coffees.

As you had a few months of free time together you were able to do things that you’d always wanted to but never had time for like baking and cooking - although you had sworn you would never try to make brownies again after you both ended up covered head to toe in flour but at the end of the day the brownies were delicious and you and Harry had a lot of fun.

You and Harry also got a bit too into video games like Lego Harry Potter, which neither of you would admit to anyone but it had caused many late nights and a lot of hysterical laughter.

Being stuck inside for so long also meant that Harry had a lot of pent up creative energy so more often than not, there would be the soft sounds of piano or guitar coming from random places in the house but you secretly enjoyed it because it let you know that he was still around even though you couldn’t see him.

There was truly nothing more fascinating than watching Harry piece a song together from only a few chords, watching the cogs turning behind his brain and the joy that lights up his face every time he comes up with something good.

Since you were working from home, you had your computer set up in a make-shift office space and every morning Harry would come in and bring you a coffee and a kiss on the forehead before going to work on whatever it was he was doing that day.

At lunch times you would go out on a walk with Harry through your favourite park and admire all the energetic dogs running around while he clutched your hand in his and thought about what it would be like to have your own furry friend one day.

Although, after about two weeks of following the same routine everyday, Harry decided it was time to do something more special so he took you out to a more secluded park nearby with a bunch of food and drinks and you two had a nice quiet picnic next to the dunk pond and threw them a few seeds every so often.

Then, after a calm day pottering about the house and doing your work, you would both flop down on the sofa in the evenings and continue whatever show you had been watching, voicing your thoughts or making jokes about what was happening on the tv before eventually drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms for a few hours before he turned all the lights off and carried you up to bed.

[thesadstoryofme]

So I have a request, I've been looking for a imagine like this one for a long time, it's about where the reader is famous and is spotted wearing Harry's famous patchwork cardigan and then they ask her about it in an interview and then idk continue however you feel about it ☺️

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Y/N didn’t know people would care so much about the sweater. She had picked it up off the couch as it matched her outfit and went out in the town to run some errands. Harry and Y/N have been living together for a couple months and it has been kept a secret from the world.  

When she had come home from running her errands she had seen the pictures the paps took all over twitter and she got tagged in them on Instagram.

“ Babe, Everyone knows now. I think we should tell people” Harry told her and she laughed. 

“ You’re being silly but we can tell people if that’s what you want” 

It was only a few days later that Y/N had a radio interview and was asked about it. 

“ So Miss Y/N, there are pictures of you all over the internet of you wearing Mr. H Styles sweater” The interviewer announced and you knew it was gonna come up.

“ He’s a friend and he let me borrow it. It’s comfy. Don’t be jealous” Y/N giggled. 

“Okay then people, you have your answer. “ 

Send me concepts 

[lightskinrry]

I will forget you, somehow.

The one where Y/N sees Harry months later since their night together in the Hamptons and they reminisce a lot

Word Count: 3.7k

TW: angst! fluff!

A/N: Part Three of Still In Love!! I don’t know if there’s going to be more!!! All I have to say is prepare to die!!

Thank you again to my wonderful wife @belladonna-styles for reading it over!!

Read Part One here!  Read Part Two here!

You were standing next to Jeff, a proud smile on his face and even a few tears in the corner of his eyes. You looked around and saw all of your friends with the same kind of look in their eyes; proud and happy. They were all dressed in their best attires; colorful suits and dresses. All of them grinning and cheering. You wondered why you couldn’t be as happy as them; after all it was a wedding.

Weddings are happy events but you just looked depressed, miserable and when you saw her walk down the aisle in her gorgeous white dress, a blissful expression on her face, the tears ran down your face; the bluest tears.

But the real moment you felt your heart break inside your chest was when he placed the ring on her finger. When he kissed her cheek and murmured in her ear. When he promised to love her forever in sickness and health, until death do them part. You thought about all the times he told you; you would be the one he’d give the ring to, the one he’d love forever.

You felt the heartache; the sadness and a surprising rage grow inside of your body. When the minister asked if anyone opposed this union, you felt a rush inside of you and your blood boiling. You stood up and walked toward them, and with pain in your voice, you said “I oppose.”

The only thing you could hear were the laughs of Harry and Rosie and everyone in the audience booing you until the minister asked you to go back to your seat.

You woke up in a cold sweat.

You’ve been dreaming about the same awful scene for days on end, since you received the call from Jeff. He told you Rosie was getting married (he didn’t mention to who… But you knew it was just courtesy not to tell you Harry was getting married.)

Apparently you were invited to the wedding. You mulled over the idea for weeks. You didn’t want to go but you couldn’t dismiss that no matter what happened between you and Harry, he still was one of your closest friends.

And perhaps, this whole wedding thing would make you forget what happened almost six months ago.

After you left the Hamptons, you could not get Harry out of your mind. All the feelings you had for him, everything; from the crave for his touch to the heartbreak of his departure, all those feelings came back. Strangely, despite being sure you moved on, it took him only one night to make you fall in love with him all over again. Maybe you weren’t in love; maybe you just needed closure. Something he never gave to you; he left early with Rosie on the fourth day without addressing a word to you.

You’ve been living your life as usual since then; going out with your friends, working and avoiding each other. Your life just went back to what it was before that night, except that you missed him so much you’d swoon every time a picture of him would randomly show up on your Instagram (not so randomly since you started following his update accounts again).

So basically the only changes you went through after your trip in the Hamptons was being in love with your ex, again; feeling heartbroken and loosing a good friend.

Indeed, you broke up with Danny. You told her about your night with Harry and how you had a hard time getting over him. She cried a lot when you told her. You apologized a thousand times and let her know that she deserved to be with someone who only thought about her, someone who loved her. And that wasn’t you, and maybe it was never you. Of course she dismissed you and asked you not to ever contact her again.

You didn’t, but oddly she did. She called you on a cold night to let you know that she forgave you and that she was glad you told her the truth. You two had a lovely chat over the phone, and your conscience was cleared.

You felt well because you never intended to hurt her and to know she forgave you made you feel good. You were happy that the two of you left on good terms.

The wedding was getting closer and you still hadn’t given an answer yet. What if you went and you messed it up like in your dreams? What if you started crying? What if everybody looked at you because you’re the ex?

After all, that meant you were going to see his family again, all of his friends, and him, in whatever amazing outfit he’d wear, you’d see him dancing tipsy on his wedding night with somebody else… It hurt just thinking about it.

But maybe that’s what you needed, maybe you needed the hurt of realizing he was over it. Maybe you needed that for you to move on.

You decided after much reflection that you’d go to the wedding reception only for the party. You wouldn’t go to the religious ceremony, just the celebration that started at 8PM. You planned on congratulating him, having a glass of champagne and leaving as soon as possible.

The wedding was in LA but you didn’t plan on staying. You tried thinking what outfit would be best for the occasion and your heart decided on a blue silk dress that was just the right amount of slutty and classy. Harry picked it and it was always one of his favorites but you convinced yourself that wasn’t the reason why you picked it.

You pondered over the idea of Harry getting married… Was that planned before the night in the Hamptons? Was that the result of the night in the Hamptons? Was he seeing Rosie back when you two were together?

That thought cut your breath off and made you nauseous. It couldn’t be.

You flew in the night of the wedding; you didn’t care about the jet lag, you knew you’d sleep on the flight back home.

When you arrived, late as usual, everybody was already dancing; probably because your flight was delayed and instead of making at 8, it was already past 11.

The room was huge; they picked a very fancy venue in Malibu, with a high ceiling and a lavish bar. You couldn’t recognize anybody in the lightning and the music. You were moving blindly, just searching for your friends.

You didn’t want to see Harry yet. And he was probably already tipsy and being all ‘lovey dovey’ with his new wife.

God, he had a wife, now. You felt a knot in your stomach and now you only wanted to go home. You turned around and walked to the door but you felt someone grabbing your arm.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you could make it!” Glenne offered you a warm smile and she pulled you in for a hug.

“I’m not staying long…”

“Ah Y/N! We haven’t seen you since that terrible restaurant in Manhattan! It feels like a decade!” Jeff laughed as he embraced you.

“That was last week, Jeff!” Glenne slightly slapped his arm and chuckled.

They were pretty drunk.  And you had visual confirmation when you saw them kiss in the mouth. You laughed at them for a second and a waiter interrupted you by offering a glass of champagne; that you accepted straight away.

You took a sip while looking around you, searching for the newlyweds; you still wanted to congratulate them. “Damn, that’s some good champagne!” You told yourself as you made your way through the crowd. After a few glasses and talking with your friends that you found at the bar, of course, you still didn’t have a glance of the bride nor the groom. And none of your friends mentioned Harry while talking about the wedding. It all seemed so weird.

You went over to the bathroom and ran into Rosie. She was glowing; both metaphorically and literally. She was beautiful and covered in glitter; her dress was a sparkly white dress with a bustier covered in sequins and you didn’t know what to think, you just knew it wasn’t your taste but she looked wonderful.

“Congratulations! You look amazing!” You smiled at her and she grinned back.

“Thank you! I thought you wouldn’t come. After what happened I didn’t want you here, but then I thought it was impolite and I wanted to show off a little bit.”

She laughed at your face. You understood her reaction and you couldn’t help but wonder if inviting you was Harry’s idea. Where was he, by the way?

“Yeah, I understand. Sorry about that. Where is he?”

She looked confused. “Who?”

“Your husband?”  You asked, letting a little nervous laugh escape from your lips.

“Oh!” She smiled widely. “He’s over there!” She pointed over the huge throne standing in the back of the room, that stayed empty for a while and where now, her husband, was sitting.

You couldn’t get yourself to look at him but your curiosity was stronger than you.

What the fuck was happening?

The man sitting in the throne was blonde, thin, in a plain black suit with a bow tie, and more importantly; he wasn’t Harry.

Your stunned expression made Rosie guffawed. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?”

“Yeah…” You said absentmindedly. Your brain needed time to process.

“But… I thought you and Harry were…” You needed answers now.

“I broke up with him when he told me about you two and now I’m married! That’s growth, honey!”

You looked at her flabbergasted. So Harry never married her.

“If you’re looking for him. He’s probably drunk somewhere. He came to congratulate me and then he disappeared.” She looked behind her, and then grabbed her dress to lift it up. “Anyway, I have to go.” She pointed to the bathroom door and giggled.

It wasn’t Harry’s wedding. You felt relieved. But somehow, you were still hurt. They broke up after he told her about you but he didn’t reach out. Or did he? Did you just plainly miss his calls? Did he not have your new number? Did he ask your friends?

Every possible scenario played out in your head. You rested in a corner, a glass of wine in your hand. Your eyes rummaged in the room looking for him. The music was playing and when the song finished; you lifted your head on the spot when you heard the first notes of the next one.

The Pina Colada song. Your song. You looked at the stage where the band was playing. Your jaw dropped at the sight of the man behind the microphone.

I was tired of my lady.

His voice reached your ears but your brain couldn’t comprehend the situation.

We’ve been together too long.

The people around you were either talking about the performance that clearly wasn’t planned or just ignoring and dancing. You could not fathom that he was on stage, singing this song. And he looked as tipsy as the night you met him.

Like a worn-out recording of a favorite song.

He looked at you intensely. And you saw his eyes gleam. His lips were ajar but no sound was coming out of them. He was standing awkwardly in the middle of the stage not singing, blatantly staring at you. The bassist of the band made him a sign to sing again but he just got off the stage in a hurry.

Everybody seemed confused but then the band started playing again and the original lead singer carried on with the song and people kept going with their feast.

Harry walked slowly towards you and you felt as nervous as could be. You knew this man by heart, yet it still felt like it was the first time you met him. Maybe because of the song, of the circumstances or just the stark fact that he was wearing a white suit at his ex’s wedding? Bold move you thought to yourself.

“Hey.” He smiled shyly to you.

“Hey.” You sat down on the empty seat that was behind you.

“That was a lame performance, what did you think?” He asked you, a giggle leaving his lips as he sat in the spot next to you.

“That was pretty lame, yeah.” You laughed at him. After all, he left the stage before the chorus. You could hear the song play faintly in the background of your conversation.

“Do you remember when we first met?” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, his eyes just wandered randomly around the crowd.

“Yes. Kinda similar situation.” You looked at him for a second. “I thought you were getting married.”

He snickered at your comment. “You thought that?”

“Yes. Why did you think I came all the way to LA for?”

“I don’t know. You and Rosie could’ve been friends.” Both of you laughed at loud at his answer.

“Sure. She’s my best friend.” He gazed over at you. You thought about mentioning your night in the Hamptons, telling him the way you felt, asking why he didn’t reach out, how he broke up with Rosie, asking him about whatever happened in his life during the last six months? But you chose to not say a word before he did.

“Do you remember after we met at that wedding, the first thing we did together?” His eyes shifted away from you.

“Yes. We went to a Rolling Stones show and got fucking baked.”

You chortled at the memory. You always thought it was the best first date ever.

“It was fucking sick.” He smiled distantly; he looked like he was reminiscing too.

“The first time we moved in together, when you broke your leg in the stairway because you wanted to prove that you could carry the biggest box alone. That was sick too.”

You remembered how he bragged about carrying the box on his own, and dismissed you when you insisted to help him and when you climbed the stairs and left him alone at the bottom of them, you heard a high pitched scream, only to find him on the floor the box next to him and a painful look on his face. You laughed so hard that day. Especially when he got up telling you he was fine and that he just needed a kiss to make the pain go away when it turned out he had a really bad sprain.

“You jinxed me.” He laughed loudly.

“I never jinxed you!” You slapped his arm in a playful way.

“What about that Christmas we spent at my parent’s house and you took the last cookie?”

You thought about that Christmas, the first you spent at his parent’s place. You were nervous about spending the entire holiday with them but it just went blissfully.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You raised your eyebrows at him in fake confusion and giggled.

“C’mon Y/N… It was just after I told you I loved you for the first time.”

Your breath was cut off. You remembered that night exactly. The way he kissed you so gently, the way he whispered he was in love with you, how he made you feel so safe and loved. The way he said that he wanted all of his Christmases to be exactly like this one, with you in his arms.

“Yeah, I remember… You gave me the cookie.”

“I didn’t!” He tittered softly. A silence installed between the both of you, until a waiter offered some more champagne. You looked at each other and after a sneaky smile; you both had the same idea. You took all the glasses on the waiter’s plate and thanked him. You sipped lightly on your glass.

“Do you remember that time, in the studio when Jeff walked in on us?”

He laughed. “Hell yes, I remember. One of our most glorious nights.”

You chortled at his answer. “Most glorious to say the least.”

You reminisced the night with great fondness and arousal… The steamy glasses, the recorded screams, the way Jeff gasped at the sight of you two butt naked literally fucking in the studio.

“Do you remember the church day?”

Of course you remembered. It was when you were staying at his place in London and his parents were invited to a baptism and asked you two to come. None of you were religious but you went anyway to please Anne.

You’ve spent the day joking about everything in the Church from the paintings to the literal baby that was getting bathed in holy water. Truth was you probably needed to be bathed in holy water way more than this baby, because while the priest recited the prayers, the two of you escaped and had sex in the confessional. And when you came out of the booth, to hear the choir sing; he held you in his arms, and whispered for the first time that he wanted to marry you.

“You said you wanted to marry me.” The words left your mouth and you realized what you said only when you looked at his face; his eyebrows raised and a smirk plastered on his lips.

“I said that?” His cheeky tone made you laugh.

“Yeah. You said you wanted to make me your wife.”

“I want to make you my wife.” He held the glass of champagne to his lips, his grin never leaving them.

It was probably the alcohol talking; the both of you were quite drunk by now.

“I still love you, you know.” Now you didn’t control the words that were coming out of your mouth, they were just slipping on their own.

Before Harry could answer, you shook your glass in front of his face. “But I’ll forget you, somehow.”

He looked you in the eyes. And took your glass away from your hands, he looked much more serious than he did a few seconds earlier.

“I don’t want you to forget me.” You could hear the desolation in his voice.

You didn’t want to forget him, either.

“Why did you leave in the morning, that night in the Hamptons?”

He seemed surprised by your question and looked at the ground.

“I felt terrible.”

You felt tears gathering inside your eyes. He gave you a wretched look.

“Not about our night. It was wonderful. I felt terrible because of Rosie, because of what I did to her.”

You both looked around the crowd and giggled. “She didn’t go that bad, though.”

“I felt like the worst scumbag in the world and I owed it to her to tell her the truth, you know?”

You nodded for an answer. You understood his stand; you were in the same position.

“I’m so sorry you felt left out. I just didn’t know what to do. And then you left with Danny and everyone told me you were fine and you were still with her, so I guessed you didn’t feel the way I did.”

You stopped him in his track. “What? Who told you I was still with her?”

“Herself. She called me like a week after the Hamptons to tell me that I should not try to contact you in any way because you two were together. And she sent a message a few months later to tell me you were still with her.”

You were bewildered by what you heard. You broke up with Danny a few days after the Hamptons. And now you discovered she told Harry you were still together.

“I broke up with her, like two days after coming back.”

“I tried to reach you but I didn’t want to interfere. I didn’t want to hold you back from moving on.”

“I can’t believe that.” You were dumbfounded by the revelations Harry made. You thought about calling her and settling scores but it wasn’t necessary, you preferred to just let it go. Karma would do her better than you ever would.

“I still love you, Y/N.” He cupped your face with his hands.

“I meant it when I said I never stopped loving you.”

His thumb stroked your cheek in a gentle way. He tilted his head to the side and smiled.

“I mean… I sang the Pina Colada song for you! Out of tune!”

You giggled and he brought his face closer to yours. You know he was about to kiss you, but you didn’t want just a kiss or just another night. You needed more. You took his hands off your face, and stared into his eyes.

“I need more than words, Harry. More than a half drunk kiss. More than one night in the Hamptons. This will not erased the last two years, or the hurt from our past.”

He nodded at you and held your hand inside of his. He held it tight and brought it to his heart. A dramatic gesture that made perfect sense in the light of his alcohol consumption.

“I promise you I will give more. More love, more time, more effort. I will do anything you need me to do if that means you’re willing to try again.”

Your heart was pounding so fast that you thought it might as well jump out of your chest. That was what you needed to hear. But now you needed to see and feel the actions.

“I am willing to try again.” He beamed widely. “But I need actions, Harry, not only words.”

He gazed in your eyes for a moment.

“Well, my first action is asking you if you want to start over?”

You looked at him confused.

“I’m Harry.” He reached his hand out for you to shake it. And you understood what he meant; the wedding, the song, the white suit and his drunk ass. Everything was like your first night meeting, and it was worth the try. You smiled at him and shook his hand.

“I’m Y/N.”

He giggled before the words fell from his lips, “I’m pleased to meet you.”

You snickered before grabbing his face and kissing him. You felt him smile against your lips. You were ready to start over.

But you couldn’t act like you forgot him. You would never forget him.

TAGLIST:  @tandy-mikaelson; @caringharrystyles ; @babebenhardy ; @madformichael

[heyyyharry]

❣ COUPLE IN FLAT 102 ❣

“I know they always said ‘til death do us part’ at weddings, but I don’t want that. If I had a thousand lifetimes, I’d want to fall in love with you again a thousand times, because you’re my soulmate, baby. I vow to always love you in this lifetime, and the next, and many after that. All over again. Forever and always.”

//moodboard//

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OMG WHEN HARRYS LITTLE SON MEETS THE BABY FOR THE FIRST TIME

MY HEART BE STILL. Love this prompt, hope you guys are ready for some more daddy Harry. This is in the same sandbox as ‘Flower Child’. Hope you guys enjoy, keep requesting!

Harry can only think of two other times he’s been this happy and both memories involved you. The most recent being in a similar position, but with a squirmy baby boy that laid against your chest. Now his brand new baby girl laid peacefully against your bare chest as she fed, both eyes closed tight and a small fist curled possessively around your index finger.

Harry’s heart stuttered over a beat as he watched the two of you bond, in complete disbelief that this was his life now. He sat at the foot of the bed quietly, reveling in the quiet moment that he knew would be broken soon enough. As if on cue, his ears picked up the familiar patter of toddler steps barreling down the hospital corridor.

“Here he comes,” Harry whispered, garnering your attention. You looked up sleepily from the hungry bundle in your arms, slowly adjusting your hospital gown in preparation for the small hurricane that was your son.

“Mumma! Daddy!” he announced his presence before he even crossed the threshold of the room, a frazzled Gemma hot on his heels as he barreled through the door.

He stopped just inside the doorway, almost getting himself trampled by his aunt, and surveyed the unfamiliar surroundings. The furrow in his brow smoothed out immediately once he caught sight of you on the bed, arms up and hands ready to grab as he headed straight for you.

“Hold on jus’ a minute, lad,” Harry chuckled. He was anticipating the mad dash and quickly swooped in, lifting his excited son into his arms and pressing a firm kiss to his cheek.

“Hi Daddy,” he giggled, focus solely on Harry. One hand immediately went to Harry’s hair, playing with it mindlessly as his dad peppered kisses to his face.

“How’re you doin, bubs?” Harry questioned, bobbing his son gently in his arms. He held his free arm out to his sister, giving her a quick squeeze in greeting.

“Good, auntie Gem and I sang lots in the car on the way here,” he explained. But his curiosity could not be curbed that easily and he was quickly leaning out of his father’s arms to get a better look at you and the bundle you held in your own.

“Would you like t’meet your new sister?” Harry questioned, walking over to the side of the bed. He sat down carefully on the edge, mindful of the few wires still attached to you and gave you a tired, but proud smile.

Finished with her meal, the small baby in your arms had drifted back to sleep, completely oblivious to all those who ogled her in the room. Gemma had crept over to the other side of the bed, squeezing your hand in ‘hello’ and immediately whipping out her phone to snap some pictures of the first meeting.

“What is it?” your son questioned, gathering a collective laugh from the three adults in the room. His small hand rested on your arm as he peered at the small being tucked into her blankets. Harry kept a firm hold on him, not wanting him to squash either of you in his excitement, but let him peer at his new sibling.

“This is your new baby sister,” you explained, voice quiet due to the days events. Your son looked up at you with eyes that matched his fathers, searching for more of an explanation.

“I didn’t ask fo’ one,” he stated finally, the pout on his face eerily similar to the one your husband wore when he didn’t get his way.

“Mate,” Harry laughed, “Remember how mummy’s belly was big? And we read her stories and talked to her?”

Your son gave a cautious nod but still eyed his new sibling with nothing short of concern.

“And we explained that there was a baby in there that couldn’ wait t’meet you and play with you,” Harry continued, rubbing a comforting hand on his back. You all held your breath for a few precious seconds as your son continued to examine the new addition to his family.

“Do you think she’ll like my cars?” he finally asked, turning to his father. His face held genuine worry that his new sister wouldn’t want to play with his toys, the most pressing matter in gaining a new sibling.

Harry laughed and nodded, bringing his boy in for a hug, “I think she’ll love your cars ‘cause you’ll be playin’ with her.”

“Come give mummy a kiss,” you requested, puckering your lips at your son. He immediately crawled out of his dad’s lap and into your side, tucking his face into your neck and watching his sister fuss in her blanket.

“I missed you, bug,” you whispered, freeing an arm to hold him close to you. You and Harry both knew that this was going to be a big change for him, a new dynamic that the whole family was going to need to adjust to, but a more than welcome change.

Your son just snuggled closer, relaxing into your side with a sigh, glad to be back with his parents after a long day away from them. You had called Gemma in the early hours of the morning and rushed off to the hospital hours before he awoke.

“Do we get to take her home?” He asked, his gaze trained on his sister as Harry lifted her from your arms to comfort the squirming bundle.

“We do,” you nodded, peering down at him to gauge his reaction, “That sound okay?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled before sitting up and looking you in the eye, “But she has to play with the red car ‘cause the blue ‘s’mine an’ it’s my favorite.” You laughed a watery laugh, glad that he was willing to bring his sister home and even share his cars.

“That sounds fair, love,” you sniffled, bringing your first baby in for a tight hug. He didn’t stay put for long, hopping off the bed to sit next to his father and stare at his sister some more and then repeat it when she was passed off to Gemma. He followed her around like a little shadow, talking to whoever held her, but keeping his eyes on his new playmate.

“She’s gonna get bigger, right?” he called from the other side of the room where he sat with Gemma and the baby, worry creasing his features once again that his new buddy might be stuck that size forever.

“Yeah mate, you were that size once an’ look how big you are now,” Harry chuckled from his spot at your side. You were dozing lightly against his solid frame, both of you reveling in the sight of your expanding family.

“Nuh uh,” came the quick retort, your son offended by the notion that he could ever be that small.

“It’s true,” Gemma nodded gravely, smirking as your son’s eyes widened and shot back to his sister.

As the day came to a close and both of your children began to exhibit signs of hunger, Gemma decided it was time to head back home and get him settled for the night. You and Harry had tonight in the hospital before bringing home your new bundle and starting a new routine with your household. Anne was due in tomorrow to help with the adjustment and ease the transition from one child to two, as she herself had done before.

“Come give us a cuddle ‘fore you leave,” Harry requested, hoisting your son up onto the bed. He clung to his father’s neck for a moment before scooting his way up to you. You gave him an extra squeeze and reluctantly released your hold.

“Love you, bubs,” you smiled. He sat staring at his sister for a moment before looking between you and Harry.

“Can I give her a kiss ‘bye too?” Your throat was suddenly clogged with tears of happiness and relief so you only nodded, reaching for Harry’s hand to squeeze as you watched your first born press a soft kiss to his baby’s sisters head.

And with that he was off, waving goodbye as he ran out the door just as quickly as he had come through it, Gemma yelling a half-hearted goodbye as she ran after your tiny terror.

“You okay love?” Harry checked, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline as two tears streamed down your cheek. You chuckled and smile, sniffling a bit through your tears.

“Just overwhelmingly happy,” you answered, leaning into his touch. You felt his smile against your skin and let out the breath you had been holding since you told your son he was getting a sibling.

“They’re so perfect,” Harry smiled, kissing your cheek and then his daughters, “Let’s have another.”

You blanched and shot Harry a scathing look that did nothing to diminish the absolute joy on his face, if anything it made his grin wider.

“Don’t even,” you warned, rolling your eyes as he laughed and pressed you tight to his side.

[nottooldforthisship]

(it’s been so long, it’s been so long.. sorry!)

(FIC REC MASTERPOST)

★ Fool's Gold  , by @tvshows-addict : Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up. 

Larry AU (55k, E)  : best idea ever than this adaptation of this french movie :D It’s fun, it’s angsty (promise, no cheating though), and also fluffy and full of banter and you’re gonna love the side characters ;)

★ got the sunshine on my shoulders , by @hattalove : five years ago, harry styles left his tiny home town to make it big as a recording artist. he didn't have much regard for what he left behind - a life, a family, and a husband, who woke up one morning to find him gone.now, harry has everything he could possibly want: he's rich, famous, and adored by everyone he meets, including his boyfriend. but when said boyfriend proposes to him, he's forced to face the uncomfortable facts of his past - and louis, who's spent the last five years returning every set of divorce papers harry sent him.(or, an au based on the movie sweet home alabama.)

Larry Ex to lovers AU (124k, E) : ooooh the pain. And the angst. And the pain. Holy shit it’s so good. (b!Harrry for the smut, awesome)

★ but tonight (you're on my mind) , by @allwaswell16 : Nick's friendship with the lead singer of Seventy Eight has come with a new circle of people including an entrancing, blue eyed drummer. But what brings them together can also tear them apart.

Tomlinshaw AU (36k, E) : Thank you Anitra to feed me with some suality Tomlinshaw :D (famous Louis, closeting and long distance relationship, angsty and smutty )

★ Sweeter Than Wine , by @letsjustsee : When Wizard!Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for. 

Larry HP AU (15k) : awesome !!!  funny and hot, perfect for a ood time ;) (b!Louis for the smut)

★ Carry This Feeling , by @a-writerwrites and @dimpled-halo : Harry knows, objectively, that he shouldn't try to get his ghostwriter into bed.  He knows.  But...he finds it hard to resist temptation when Louis waltzes into his home and his life and turns everything upside down.  And, as it turns out, Louis might just need a little turning upside down too. 

Larry famous/not Famous AU (50k) : pining and lust at first sight :D Add some angst and (as usual with Lisa) some hot smut (kind of share that really) !

★ Your Mess Is Mine , by amory : Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that's what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that's left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.They fall in love.

LArry single dad Louis and famous Harry AU (176k, M) : very good mix of angst (hello bad past) and fluff, barely smutty.

★ finding our way back through the flame  , by sewmyname  : In which Louis and Harry manage to lose each other, somehow, when the pressure and the scrutiny and the pretence all become too much; and it's a long time before they find each other again. A (mostly) future fic, set between December 2013 and December 2016. 

Larry Canon fic and Ex to lovers (24k, M) : angst angst angst and sexuality crisis, nicely done !

★ Little White Lies,  by  xxSterre :  "I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early 'to pick him up from day care', to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he's sick'. Long story short – I'm in too deep. I didn't think this through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso' as that's what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he's named after his grandpa and he's a defense attorney who often brings his work home. You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H."    Or, the AU based off of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.

Larry fake relationship Au (13k, NR) : funny and cute, no smut , perfect for a bad day :)

[thesadstoryofme]

Hi all! I have a Imagines Book on Wattpad. Check it out, i have all of my work from here on there and I will be posting some new stuff. The support means a lot. 

Harry Styles Imagines & Preferences (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/hhIDXJFhC4 " I can't do this Harry." You finally spoke placing your phone in your bag and standing to your feet, he followed. " What can't you do ?" He asked. "Stand here looking at the person who broke my heart and act like everything is okay. I'm hurting, You hurt me. I wanted us to work so bad and I still do but I can't sit here and talk to you right now. i'm sorry" You tossed your coffee in the trash and stormed out of the shop not even looking back.