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[0oolookitsme]

Daddy of Three

Type - A One Shot again!

Verse - Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count - 2.2k

Warnings - None that I can find! (other than the fact that this is pure smut ofc)

A/n - Lowkey hate the title (you will too when you find out the context) but I just hope you enjoy this hahah <3

Kinks - Daddy kink, Face Fucking, Breeding Kink, Praise Kink.

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Y/n was chopping up the vegetables she'd need for the meal she was going to cook tomorrow morning for Harry and Karan's lunch. Her eyes remained on her iPad's screen, on which she could see the page Carla was presenting in the meeting.

Clicking on the little mic icon by her knuckle, she unmuted herself. "Marla, don't you think that we should use red and yellow undertones? It's going to be a violent and a sad scene, I think it would work better," she said, not exactly agreeing with her idea of using green undertones.

"I agree," a few people wrote in the chat.

"But ma'am, we probably wouldn't have as much screen time for that scene. Plus, we have a scene inside the hotel's bathroom after that, which they tell us would give off green hues," Marla said, sliding photos till the bathroom set was on the screen.

Y/n hummed, laughing at how she'd absolutely forgotten about that. "Then I'd say that we do put green undertones but less. We need the switch between the scenes to be slightly puzzling – nothing like 'what the hell are they doing in the bathroom now' though," she said, making the other woman laugh and other people text the laughing emojis.

They agreed on trying the directory for the same the next day, and planned out a few more things before bidding goodbyes. Right at that time, Harry and Karan also got up from the couch as the show they were watching just ended.

"Are you done?" Harry asked her, walking behind Karan who seemed to be growing taller and taller everyday. It still mesmerized her, the resemblance between the two – same green eyes, same curly hair, same nose. Only his mouth matched with hers, other than that, he was a ditto copy of Harry.

"Yes," Y/n groaned while getting up, stretching the moment she was on her feet while taking a big yawn. "Not really, just a bit tired from all the screen time," she said when Harry asked her if she was feeling sleepy.

"Serve the dinner, will you? I just quickly need to wind my stuff up." She looked at Harry with pleading and slightly guilty eyes, kissing the corner of her mouth once he mumbled an 'of course.'

"Don't take too much time, though!" He yelled as she hurried up the stairs.

Karan climbed up in his chair on his own with a bit of struggle. He'd finally grown tall enough to be able to sit on the main dinner table, but still he needed a taller chair to sit on.

"Look at you going, already a big boy," Harry grinned at the little one, who was about to turn four this year. A breathy chuckle escaped his mouth when the boy's ears turned pink, he was born a shy persona but that never deterred him from speaking up when he wanted to.

Y/n watched from atop as Harry talked to Karan about the show they were just watching. It had shown some wild animals tonight, from what she could hear. She couldn't help but swoon a little bit on the inside as Karan climbed down the chair with a bit of grunting and helped Harry serve the table.

"Bring me a glass, please," Harry asked the kid just because he was eager to help. "Thank you," he appreciated him once the glass was on the table.

"Y/n –" Harry was about to call for her when he saw her watching him from the doorframe of their room. "C'mon, what are you waiting for?" He laughed, feeling a tad bit of shyness creep up on him when he realized that she'd been watching him.

They've known each other since childhood yet she still manages to turn his ears pink by just her gaze – it was yet another trait that Karan got from Harry.

"Could watch you be a baby daddy all day long. Just makes me feel so hot," she whispered in his ears, grinning when he slapped her bum sneakily.

"Did you tell daddy about the puzzle we solved today?" Y/n asked Karan and melted on the inside when his eyes lit up and he sat upright, suddenly excited and eager to tell Harry all about it.

And Karan's energized talking about the animals was how they spent their time eating dinner. Talking about Karan's puzzle, Harry's practice routine for the next day and Y/n's plans for visiting the set for a run-through were some add-ons in the talk here and there. Once they'd finished, Y/n took Karan up to his room to read him one of his nightly-stories, and lull him to sleep – it was Harry's turn to do the dishes tonight.

The toddler was extra tired today. He'd had football practice for a small upcoming match in his school, solved a lot of math problems and a whole puzzle in one day. So, it only took about four paragraphs of the story in the calming voice of his mother for him to pass out.

Y/n climbed down the stairs as silently as she could and pressed a feather-light kiss on Harry's neck, who didn't get scared in the slightest – probably because he heard her jam her toe in the leg of the dining table.

Harry hummed to acknowledge her presence, loading the last plate into the dishwasher. She stood back patiently, and once he was done, Harry turned around and leaned his bottom on the kitchen counter with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

Then, y/n leaned in to press a chaste kiss onto his lips.

"Mm, someone's feeling needy," he smirked when she pulled back, pulling her in again by her waist when she nodded. "What do you need, love?" Harry asked her, pecking her lips again with a soft smile on his mouth.

"Need to taste you, daddy – been so long," she mumbled, slowly and slowly relaxing into his body.

He continued tracing the outline of her lips, "Is that so?" He asked again, and when she nodded he released her lower lip from under the weight of his thumb, watching it rise back to its place.

"Then we'll put that mouth of yours to a good use," he rasped, reaching for her mouth again as he slid one of his hands on the back of her head, pulling her hair back to give him space to litter her neck in kisses.

When her mouth met his skin, she left open-mouthed kisses on it and bit on a few spots before Harry started pushing her down on her knees. Once she was down, she pulled down his sweats on his command and watched as his cock stood up, already hard. She spit on her palm, lubricating his length as she stroked him.

"Hands behind your back," Harry told her, and started lowering her head on his length when she took him in his mouth. "Fuck," he breathed, watching her as he pushed her lower and lower on him slowly.

He cherished the feeling of her warm mouth on him, and when she reached his base, he let out a groan as the feeling of his tip touching the very back of her throat.

Y/n could taste his salty pre-cum that had started to leak from his slit. It would've been more convenient for her if she could've placed her hands on his thighs, but somehow, this position was only making her panties wetter.

When Harry asked her if she was ready to go, she quickly showed him a thumbs up before holding her wrist behind her back again.

Slowly and slowly, Harry started bringing her head back and forth by his grip on her hair. Her lips wrapped around him felt every vien as he brought her head up till his reddened tip. She managed to take a lick at his slit before he brought her down again, faster this time.

Now, her head was bobbing faster on his cock and with the way her saliva was starting to dribble down her chin, she could feel him pulsing in mouth as she hollowed out her cheeks when she hit the base.

She gagged a bit when Harry pushed in till the back of throat. And then, he quickened the pace.

He held her head in one place as she tried to swallow some of his arosual fucked into her mouth, the sounds of her gagging filling the kitchen. "Fuck- you're doing so well, darling," Harry moaned above her, creating a pace again – his eyes unable to move from the sight of strings of her saliva and his arousal moving with each bob of her head.

He fucked her mouth with a fast pace, his tips dragging along her tongue before hitting the back of her throat with each thrust. "Jesus- fuck," he choked, his hold on her head getting tighter as he began ruthlessly fucking into her mouth.

"Breath from your nose, baby," Harry told her, continuing to thrust his cock deep down her throat by now. She started gurgling on her own saliva and his precum, her arms starting to ache as tears leaked out of her eyes and she clenched around nothing, her pussy feeling like it were ready to be pounded.

"Oh lord," he grunted, slowing down his pace just when Y/n thought he was close to releasing down her throat, he brushed his hand through her hair.

Gradually, Harry pulled out of her mouth and just when she was beginning to think that something had gone wrong, Harry helped her get up on her legs.

She stumbled a bit, her legs a bit numb, and knees hurting because of the hard floor. She freed her arms then as well, holding onto his biceps as she balanced herself.

"Fuck you're such a wreck," Harry breathed, wiping away at her damp skin – not able to tell the difference between her tears and her sweat. "And because of me too," he chuckled, brushing her hair back as she caught up with her breath.

"C'mon, wanted to come down your throat, but I need something else more than that right now," Harry said as he picked her up bridal style in his arms, the veins in his biceps popping out.

"What is it?"

"Need to feel your pussy, darling."

When Harry dropped her on their bed, she immediately got up on her elbows, her knees touching but feet wide apart. "Fill me up, daddy? Want another baby," she whispered, looking at him through her lashes.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry groaned, climbing up on the bed while stroking himself. "Fucking hell – 'course I will," he told her as he sat back on his calves in front of her. "Gonna make me daddy of three, aren't you -- since you clear need one at all times, as well?" Harry teased her.

"Open your legs for me, wanna see ya." Y/n did as Harry told her and he swiped his middle finger through her folds, realizing that she was already soaking wet, ready to take him.

"Gonna give you all my babies, darling. Gonna fill you up to the brim and get you pregnant again," he rasped, lining himself against her hole, wetting his tip. "Fuckin' missed watching your belly swell up with a baby – my baby, " he said while watching himself disappear inside her pussy.

Beginning to thrust into her, Harry's hand came to knead one of her boobs. "Need to see you breastfeed a little one again – see those leaking nipples," he choked out, so turned on that he already felt close to climaxing.

"Gonna come for daddy, love?" Harry cooed at her, feeling her thighs begin to shake around his hips already. "Give it to y' husband."

Y/n lied there under him, shaking and moaning as the knot in her belly moved lower and lower. "Gonna cum- fuck –" she coughed, shaking harder as her skin felt like it was on fire when Harry started rubbing her clit.

"Come for Daddy, darling. Doing so good," Harry praised her, increasing his pace as he felt his own balls tighten. As he thumbed tighter and faster circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves, he felt her walls clenching around him.

"So good for me, so fuckin' good around me – fucking made for me," Harry grunted, feeling like he was going to combust.

"Co-coming daddy – O-Oh I'm cuming fuck-" Y/n stuttered, her back arching as Harry fucked into her pussy mercilessly. She could feel him pulsing inside her, and once he hit her g-spot again, she felt like she had been electricuted as she came on his cock.

Her cum went everywhere as Harry continued fucking into her, the bed creaking under his pace. "So good for daddy, look how much you came," he chuckled breathlessly, looking down where she had soaked him and the mattress, white strings of her cum sticking to his base.

Y/n intionally cleanched around him again, lying fucked out of her mind and breathless.

"Good girl- that's a good fucking girl," Harry cursed before he shot ropes of his cum deep in her pussy. Ramming into her pussy until she had milked him dry, he finally stopped when some of his cum started spilling out of her.

"Gonna fill you up again, make sure I put a baby in you," Harry told her as he wiped sweat off his forehead – grinning down at her when she hooked her arms under her knees, giving him full access to her pussy.

"Daddy's gonna give it to you good, sweet girl," Harry said gleefully, laughing when Y/n managed to swat at his chest.

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Valentine's Day | Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. - @nationalharryleague

French Fries | Harry kept glancing at her as he drove. “M’sorry about our date,” he whispered. “I don’t know what you’re apologizing for,” she shrugged and reached over to squeeze his arm while he held the steering wheel. “I had a lovely time.” - @1d1195

Shy | Close | Motherly Love | Don't Leave Me | Mother's Day | ♡ When Harry runs into a perfect stranger at a supermarket, he doesn’t know what to expect. After having been single for over a year and raising Amelia without a mother, dating somebody new feels impossible… that is, until she wins over the heart of his daughter. - @harry-writings

Vogue Beauty Secrets | Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help. - @astranva

Gonna be Better in the Morning | Jeff and reader get into a fight and Harry takes Jeff's side. (As always, there is a happy ending with lots of comforts) - @harryhoney-bee

Work of Art | A cute little fluffy artist!Harry piece with a hint of angst! - @nationalharryleague

Update | The Best Present | Harry falls for a mysterious girl from YouTube. - @watchmegetobsessed

When The Levee Breaks | You're a waitress and Harry is being stood up. - @songbirdstyles

Playball | ♡ The reader owns a bakery and hates baseball, but what happens when her town’s bigshot MLB player walks into her bakery and she finds herself catching feelings unaware of his occupation? - @writingsbymarie

The Con Artist | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ♡ You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you- he finds it difficult to resist your charms. - @gurugirl

Baby Steps | You’re Harry’s son's therapist, and he isn’t the only one you end up helping. - @enthusiasticharry

Mute | ♡♡ Where Harry doesn’t talk and falls in love with Y/n. - @harry-writings

Score and Smash | In which their university holds an annual boy vs girl football match, the highly anticipated game of the year has arrived and Harry and Y/N hate each other just as equally until Y/N is under Harry.

Quid Pro Quo | Another lawyer!Harry. Technically six years before this piece. Enemies to lovers with plenty of angst! - @talesofstyles

Six Months (Part 23) | ♡ Layla desperately needs a vacation and her Aunt and Uncle come to her rescue. So, at twenty two, she packs her bag and jets off to America. Harry took a break from education and is now a full fledged content creator on OnlyFans. At twenty, he makes more money than almost all of his friends. What ensues when these two meet and realise the windows in their rooms face each other? How will paper airplanes bring them closer together? - @fishnets-fingers

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Los Angeles XIII

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Y/n was in the secluded pit watching as Harry performed on stage in the Kia Forum. She watched as Harry pronounced around the stage with the energy of a toddler.

But as he got down on one knee facing toward the secluded pit, his brown leather pants gave and ripped at the seams.

His face contorted to one of horror at the realization he ripped his pants. He used to perform commando but as more and more accidents with his wardrobe have happened he's been taking precautions and wearing underwear.

At that moment, he couldn’t have been happier so he didn’t flash the fans with anything he shouldn’t have.

The show continued on with Harry using the pride flag as a cover-up for a bit before he was able to change into a new non-ripped pair of pants.

“I don’t think I’m ever going to put you in leather pants ever again,” Harry Lambert joked as he walked with Harry back to his dressing room.

Harry laughed, “Don’t know if I want to anymore either. They just didn’t rip a little, they ripped a lot.”

“Just try to be more careful next time,” the stylist sighed.

Harry put his hands up in defense, “It’s not m’fault they weren’t stitched well.”

“Just hurry up and get changed so you and Y/n can get out of here,” Harry Lambert spoke as he walked away.

Harry walked into his dressing room finding Y/n slinging her tote bag over her shoulder. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek.

She turned in his hold and moved her hand so she could cup his cheek and give him a peck on his lips, “Great show, H.”

“Oh yeah?” His hands sliding down and gripping her hips, “I gave everyone a show when m’pants ripped.”

Y/n chuckled, “You did.”

“Aren’t you glad I talked you into wearing underwear? Just in case something like this happened.”

“M’so glad you did,” he smirked. “How could I ever repay you?”

“I have an idea or two of how you could repay me. I would prefer it if we did it at home and in bed, unlike the last time we did it when you said we wouldn’t get caught.”

“I thought you were over that,” he pouted. “Besides, Jeff only came in because he could hear you moaning for m’cock thinking you needed help.”

Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Shut up! He came in because you were almost late going on stage!”

He gently grabbed her wrist, “Hit me again darling and see how that ends up for y’tonight.”

Y/n gave him a 'fuck you' look, “Just hurry up and get changed before you get mobbed by fans.”

He slapped her ass when she turned around, “I think y’want me to hurry up because you’re aching for m’cock to fill your throbbing pussy.”

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celine helps taking care of her sick mummy

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request:

— Hi I was wondering if you could please write something about mateo going through terrible twos and Harry and yn dealing with them

summary: y/n's sick and its in harry and celine's hands to take care of her for her to get better

word count: 8.8k+

warnings: sick y/n, symptoms of the flu, mentions of vomiting, vomiting, mentions of blood, sad celine, typical two year old throwing a tantrum, fluff, language, a small mention of smut

note: i wrote half of this while coming down with a cold 😂

UPDATE (04/21/2024): HI! It's been a long time and people probably don't read this anymore since then, but I'm making changes and updating this series. Celine is Harry and Y/N's first born daughter since Harry seems more like a girl dad lol. So the name Celine means, heavenly and her birthday is October 15, 2015.

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Enjoy!

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Harry was woken up to the bed jolting and his tattooed arm flopped onto the bed for what felt like the millionth time. The warmth where his once sick girlfriend once laid was the only remaining thing that told she was once there. Y/N has fallen sick overnight from catching the flu from the primary school she worked at from one of her co-workers not wanting to call in to get better, rather going into the school and spreading the illness no one wants. And Harry has been doing his best as a boyfriend to make sure that she has been taken care of without waking up their two-year-old daughter whose room was a few doors down the hall- meaning Harry was extra careful when it came to walking up and down the stairs to grab water and something easy for Y/N to eat and drink.

Harry sighed sadly as he sat up on the bed with his bare tattooed chest and torso on display to the cool air of their bedroom and the early morning light seeping through the sheer white curtains. Along with the horrible sound of Y/N spewing what he's given her a few hours prior into the toilet, the sound breaking Harry's heart hearing her cough and gag from the horrid taste of the bile that was creeping its way up her throat. 

Each sound hitting Harry’s heart with a knife and like someone was twisting it to cause more pain. 

Harry pushed the sheets and comforter off his body to leave him in his black joggers sitting low on his hips that showed off the laurels on his hips as he sluggishly made his way to the en suite bathroom door that was wide open from his girlfriend’s rush to get to the toilet before she threw up all over their plush carpet and the tiled floor of the bathroom. The usual bathroom lights that are usually bright and white were dialed down to create a more dark light so she wouldn’t get headaches from the light attacking her sensitive eyes and making her even more sick. 

Before him was Y/N with her head resting against the cool white porcelain with goosebumps coated her skin from the cool air from the bathroom, the tiles, and the toilet seat. Her eyes were closed with sweat decorating her skin and hair that was sticking to her face from her hot temperature. She was wearing Harry’s black t-shirt that he wore to bed and light blue cotton shorts that once matched the long sleeved shirt that she wore to get warm but took it off because she was too hot. 

Now here she is, taking deep breaths in and out and moves her head around to find another cold spot on the porcelain seat. Harry walked over and knelt down beside her and moved some of her sweaty hair out of her eyes with pouty lips and felt a burning sensation in eyes from seeing his girlfriend sick. Y/N leaned into Harry’s touch with closed eyes and a hum from the butterfly feeling of his fingertips against her temple. 

Her skin was hot to the touch, too hot and not the normal temperature for a body to have. Harry had his brows drawn forward as he pressed his cold palm against her hot temple. His girlfriend leaned closer to his touch with a satisfied, scratchy hum. The heat from her temple was already heating up the palm of his hand and he had it placed there for a few seconds!

“You’re really hot, darlin’.” Harry stated, placing the back of his hand against her temple. Y/N’s achy body shook with laughter that was soon replaced with a harsh cough, making Harry quickly remove his hand and place it on her back and rubbing it comfortingly as she worked her way through the coughing fit that seemed to take forever to cease. 

Y/N then cleared her throat to get rid of the mucus and disgusting stuff in her throat, along with a sore throat, and opened her tired eyes to look at her boyfriend with a weak smile. Her chapped lips have cracks stretching across the chapped skin but no blood. Butterflies flapped and soared through their tummies as they looked at each other along with the flutter and quick beats of their hearts as they made eye contact. 

Seeing Harry with his moss green eyes with his messy, bedhead chocolate curls made him handsome despite him having a few hours of sleep to be by her side and to take care of her. She could tell that he was tired from his eyes trying to close for him to go to sleep but he’s fighting all just for her and to get her better. 

Even if it meant him getting sick and taking care of their two year old. 

“Wow, thanks babe. It’s been awhile since you’ve called me hot,” Y/N spoke hoarsely, staring at her boyfriend from a reaction from her words. “So are you.” She added, feeling a hotter warmth fill her cheeks. Harry sighed annoyingly through his nose and out his mouth. He moved his hand from her back to cup her hot cheek as he looked at her with a stare that made her feel like a dart board from how intimidating his stare is.

Harry leaned forward a bit— neither of them caring about his morning breath— as he continued to stare at his girlfriend who was looking at him with an annoying smirk from getting a reaction out of him from her words. 

“Love, as much as I love you, but right now isn’t the time for flirting. As much as I accept the compliment.” He began, caressing the sweaty cheekbone softly with the pad of his thumb as he continued to look into his girlfriend’s beautiful, yet, tired eyes with worry. “I mean it, you’re really hot.” 

"I mean it too, you're really hot too." Y/N replied, the slight cough making it out her mouth. She knows that he meant her temperature, but she still likes taking the piss and getting on his nerves. She lightly jabbed his ankle with her foot to get more of a reaction. She saw a pink flush appear on her boyfriend's cheeks and his chest along with a smile trying to fight its way on his lips as he looked down at the tiled ground. The cute fucking dimples she loves to death, and that Celine has inherited from her father along with Harry's cute little front teeth, dimples cratering the ends of Harry's lips.

“Y/N.” Harry stated in a serious tone despite him getting all flustered and blushy from her comments about how hot he is and herself. Twisting his words to get him annoyed and worked up even when she’s sick and throwing up whatever she ate. He had his moss green eyes looking up at her with his head lifted up a little bit to see her. The sight made the butterflies’ wings in her belly flutter even more and made her feel all gooey and mushy inside from how handsome her boyfriend is inside and out.

“Harry.” Y/N repeated the tone of her boyfriend with the same smirk on her face as she stared at him along with feeling gooey and happy while staring at her boyfriend. Harry lifted his head fully to look up at her with a stern look on his face. Brows furrowed at her with a straight line— the dimples no longer trying to fight their ways on the end of his lips. His eyes traced over her sweaty face as the sickness took over her. 

“I’m being serious, m’love. You’re really temperature is high and I’m gettin’ worried.” Harry stressed as he looked over at the love of his life. Y/N felt her heart felt at her boyfriend’s worriedness and how he was still caressing her cheekbone with concern and gentleness like she was glass and might break if he pressed too hard on her cheekbone and might crack.  

"You've seen me like this when I was pregnant with Celine, Harry." Y/N brought up with a hoarse laugh that caused her to clear her throat roughly to get rid of the gunk that was gathered in her throat. Harry immediately moved his hand from her face to the sweaty and greasy strands to hold them back from getting vomit in her hair if she felt like she was going to throw up again.

Harry felt like his heart was sinking lower and lower in his chest as he watched Y/N open her mouth as she cleared her throat and gagged to get whatever out of her throat. He was biting his lower lip as he held her hair in a ponytail in his grasp. He wishes that he can just make her feel better immediately and not miserable with the awful flu that goes around during the fall and winter. 

She's supposed to go to work in a few hours and won’t be back till three or four. Harry would be watching their daughter after she goes to work and he has a meeting to go to- meaning he'll have to drop the two year old off at Gemma's since she complained about not seeing her niece as of late and she misses her-. And afterwards when his meeting is over and she's home from work, along with dinner being done, they were going to head out to get some early Christmas present shopping since it was around that time of the year to get presents for everyone in their families.

Of course they were going to bring Celine because she'll throw a fit if she's dropped off at Anne's and not with her parents, and they'll have to get things for the older people in their families. Because as soon as they go into a toy store or down the toy aisle then Harry’s little mini me would want everything that meets her little green eyes. Then whining and throwing a tantrum when he can't get the toys that he wants- probably most being on the list that Harry and Y/N made for themselves and their families to get from their daughter for Christmas-.

But now with his sick girlfriend laying the side of her head on the porcelain toilet seat with droopy eyes and weak heaving from the sickness that was taking its course over her body that its decided by himself and the state of her wellbeing that none of that will be happening today or tomorrow if she’s still not feeling better. 

However, Y/N will try putting up a fight to go and do the things that she wants to do with Harry and Celine after work. But Harry isn't going down without a fight with her.

“Yeah, but your morning sickness doesn’t have you sweating this much. And you did sweat in your first trimester but not this much.” Harry stated, rubbing circles on her back to ease the ache that was all over her body. Y/N sighed in relief and closed her eyes with a small cough leaving her throat along with a rough clear of her throat. He remembers being by Y/N’s side during the first three months of her pregnancy back in 2015 when he was home and not on tour for One Direction, or they were in London, or Y/N was on tour with them till it was around the time for her to be back in their shared home when it got close to the end of her pregnancy. 

Hours spent in the bathroom with Y/N over the toilet with Harry using one of his hair ties that was around his wrist to have her strands in a messy bun so that her hair was out of her face. He was rubbing her back and pressed butterfly kisses to the back of her neck and back to be there for her. Wishing that he can take the horrible feeling that his girlfriend of two years, at the time, was feeling and hug her tight. 

And now here they are together for four years with a two year old that is adorable as even and they love so fucking much. Harry is doing what he always does for Y/N when she’s not feeling well and everything is the same with her comments when he makes a statement of her being hot because of her temperature. And complimenting him about his appearance. 

“I think you should stay home, m’love.” Harry suggested as he continued rubbing circles on her back with furrowed brows as he awaited her answer. Y/N lifted her head up a little from the toilet seat to look at her boyfriend like he was insane from what he just said. She was slightly shaking from the body chills from the fever and sweat coating her skin. Glistening under the lowlights of the bathroom that show off her beauty and everything that Harry loves about her, even when she’s sick he still finds her beautiful.

"What did you just say?" Y/N asked him in a scratchy voice, clearing her throat roughly as she stared him down with a look that could shoot daggers into him. While she was sweating and looked miserable, if looks could kill then this would be the look that she's currently giving him. “Harry, I have to go in. I had this whole cute lesson planned out for the holidays for the kids. I promised them it’ll be a fun day with games and movies.” Her eyes started to become watery as she stared at her soulmate. “I can’t break the promise I made to them.” 

"Darlin'," Harry sighed sadly and moved his hand that was on her back and cupped her sweaty cheek. "You're sweating pinballs, and your temperature isn't normal. You've been throwing up throughout the night. You need to stay home and let me take care of you till you get better. The kids will understand, they love you just as much as Celine does. As much as I do. Your wellbeing is my priority and I hate seeing you like this." He told her softly as he looked into her eyes. But Y/N wasn't going to give in easily as she rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's words at shifted on her numb legs from sitting on the cold tiled floor of the bathroom.

“I’ll be okay, babe. I’ll just take a shower, take some medicine, and then I’ll be–” She started to list off but she was cut off when she felt the awful tasting bile that was creeping up her throat with a burning sensation mixed with her sore throat. This caused her to immediately turn her head to the toilet bowl with her hands gripping the porcelain toilet seat and started throwing up the contents that were in her stomach that the flu didn’t seem to like. 

Harry immediately held her hair back from her sweaty face as she gagged and threw up more with the vomit making noise from the vomit meeting the water. Harry felt his eyes water and burn from the tears from seeing Y/N sick and throwing up with weak cries leaving her lips. The tears were from the horrid smell of the vomit that was filling up the bathroom. He was kissing the top of her head with his eyes closed to stop the tears from falling down his light red cheeks. 

His heart was breaking more and more as he felt his girlfriend shake from the chills that made its way through her body. 

“See, proved my point.” Harry joked lightly which earned him a groan from his girlfriend. Y/N pulled away from the toilet and went back to her previous position she once was in when he found her with her eyes closed with Harry’s hand falling onto her lap. His hand gripping her goosebump covered thigh. 

"Why are you always right?" She asked him sickly, opening her eyes a tad to look at him through her lashes to look at him. Harry chuckled lightly as he continued to caress the skin and scooted closer to her. She gave up more quickly than she usually does, meaning that she's really miserable and wants her boyfriend to take care of her.

"I'm not always right, Y/N. It's just I can tell you've got a bloody fever that's causing you to be miserable and it breaks my heart to see you like this m'love. You've taken care of people who need it and don't need it. Always putting them first, and that's what makes me love you s'much." His words caused her skin to become even warmer as she stared into his eyes that she got lost in when they talked together and in the bedroom when they were able to get alone time. The light in his eyes gets brighter and soft when he looks at her. She already knows how much Harry loves staring into her eyes or at her when she's not looking at her, telling her that he's written and will continue to write many songs about her. 

The good times they will have or had together, the bad times that they go through. Songs about their little love bubble that his fans got to see: at concerts, in Harry's songs, sneaky pictures that fans take, in interviews where they can hear Y/N and Celine in the background but barely, when Harry would talk about Y/N and their daughter in interviews when asked about the two people that make his world brighter every day, he gets to be with them. Or during a concert when he'd read signs that would have him bring up Y/N and Celine. Allowing the fans a little peek at the woman that their favorite artist and crush gets to be with along with their daughter that looks like her dad.

"You took care of me for the whole entire recovery after the surgery I had on my wrist. I took care of you when you were pregnant with Celine. With Celine's help. It's our turn" Harry softly spoke to her, afraid that if he were to speak any louder and broke her out of her love-filled stare, causing her to blink a little followed by the stingy tears to Y/N's eyes and her heart floated with joy from his words. He wanted to take care of her, even though he's done that already and continues to do so. But she feels horrible with this flu making her feel ache and not herself.

Right now she just wants to go to bed and sleep off the drowsiness and stay in bed all day. But she needs to call into work and inform them she won't be able to make it due to being sick with the flu. 

"Okay." Y/N sighed, looking at her boyfriend. Harry's moss green eyes lit up in happiness and relief at her simple way of telling him that he can take care of her. His heart beating with joy and a soft smile itching at his pink lips appeared as he reached his hands out for her to take to help her stand up. 

She placed her hands in his big ones and sighed at the warmth of his palms and placed the bottom of her feet on the cold tile of the bathroom floor and pushed up. 

"Let's get you in the shower, m'love. I'll take care of Celine afterwards while you rest. We'll bring you something to eat and drink. Give you a cuddle after you're done eating." Harry listed off after she was up on her feet and cuddled up against his warm tattooed chest with her eyes closed.

All he got as an answer from her was a simple nod and a sigh of relief and tiredness seeping into her bones. Harry smiled at the top of her head and told her to wait for a few minutes so he can gather her and himself fresh clean clothes after they get out of the bath. He was going to wash her hair and body since she was tired and was ready to go to bed. 

Afterwards the two of them relaxed in the warm water in the bathtub with Y/N's face tucked into her boyfriends neck half asleep while Harry lightly ran the tips of his fingers against her skin. Pressing kisses along the side of her neck and shoulder with his own damp stands tickling her skin. 

A few more minutes pass and Y/N's in one of Harry's faded band shirts with a pair of one of Harry's joggers to keep her warm and the covers over her sleeping form. She called into work to say that she won't be able to make it in and Harry called in to inform everyone he won't be able to make it to the meeting. 

Harry hovered over her for a few more seconds, in his fresh clean clothes that were a white t-shirt and another pair of joggers. He tucked her in tight and moved some of her freshly washed strands out of her face and placed butterfly kisses on her skin before walking out of their shared bedroom with the tv playing quietly in the background of one of y/n’s favorite shows. 

Now it was time to get Celine up for the day and let Y/N rest so she could get better.

–

“NO! I WANT TO DO THAT DADDY!” Celine screeched, causing Harry’s ears to ring from the high-pitched sound that echoed throughout the kitchen where the father and daughter were currently in. It’s now midday and the two year old has been in her terrible twos mood ever since she noticed that her mummy isn’t around nor up. Usually, Celine is just fine with one of them while the other is busy- it’s usually the other way around, Celine wanting Harry instead of being with Y/N- but it seems like Celine wants Y/N today after being told that her mummy isn’t feeling good. Despite Harry telling his mini me that she needs rest and can’t be up.

But Celine being only two years old doesn’t understand that well to what her daddy means mummy isn’t ‘feeling well’ so she proceeded to throw herself on the floor of the and scream in frustration since she’s not able to express how she’s feeling at all. She was kicking and hitting the floor with fat pinballs of tears running down her cheeks. Harry swears he felt his heart break into a million pieces once more today. One from his sick girlfriend and now from his upset daughter.

Harry got on the floor and picked up his daughter and cradled her with rocks back and forth to calm her down by kissing the top of her messy chestnut curls that she inherited from her father. Luckily afterwards, Harry was able to keep the two year old occupied by putting on Finding Nemo (reference to poor sick baby) since Celine loved Crush and Squirt. He even got construction paper with markers and crayons for his mini me to color and draw with to make her mummy a 'get well soon mummy’ card.

That gave Harry enough time to let Harry sneak upstairs to check up on Y/N to see if she was okay and if she needed anything. She seemed to be staying in bed mostly, the messy bed from her moving around to get comfortable and warm. As well as her getting up to use the bathroom or getting a drink out of a water bottle Harry left for her earlier.

Unfortunately, a cute movie about a clownfish and a pacific blue tang fish that has short-term memory looking for his daughter and going on an adventure with meeting characters that kids love dearly wasn’t enough to get the tantrum-filled toddler occupied or stopping the terrible twos tantrum from coming back.

Harry stopped adding the carrots, onions, and celery into the mixture and sweet-smelling soup that was in the silver metal pot that was sitting on the hot stovetop. He looked over at the two year old, who was wearing a pale pink pajama set with little deers all over them, some in front of a little bouquet of flowers. Her chestnut curls untamed from not being brushed like Y/N would do when getting the two year old for the day.

Harry felt his heart break into a million pieces as he looked down at the crying toddler that was standing on the black cushion of a chestnut wooden chair so that she could reach the metal pot with the wooden spoon that she was holding to stir the soup to perfection. His mini me’s cheeks red from crying and her green eyes are already getting red with more crystalline tears gathering along the waterline.

Harry immediately cleaned his hands of the vegetables with a towel and turned the knob on the stove to turn down the temperature so the soup wouldn’t burn and there wouldn’t be black stuff gathering to the top of the soup that is supposed to help his sick girlfriend upstairs feel better and not yucky.

Harry bent down to be eye level with the crying two year old who was clutching the wooden spoon like it was the last thing keeping him together before losing her shit. Harry felt his heart shatter and the other side of his entire world fall apart, Y/N and Celine making his whole world. Just the two of them making it whole, along with performing for his fans. But it’s mainly just his family that he comes home to and is with him when he’s on stage.

“Celi-bear, daddy doesn’t want you getting hurt. The pot is hot, and daddy doesn’t want you burning your little hands when you try to put the vegetables in the soup.” Harry gently told the two year old, cupping Celine’s adorable chubby cheeks that were hot to the touch because of her normal body temperature and because of the harsh tears that were making streams down her cheeks. The two year old was sniffling as she looked into her father’s matching eyes, her chest heaving as she stared at her father.

The toddler’s mind does not understand what she is being told and she can’t express herself the way her parents do when they’re together. Either it be Celine watching her daddy dancing with his mummy in the kitchen when she’s trying to make Celine’s snack. Fleetwood Mac playing in the background, mostly Say You Love Me playing loudly from Harry’s phone. Y/N laughing as Harry clumsily dances with her in the kitchen and presses kisses against her lips while murmuring the lyrics against her lips with a smile of his own.

To Y/N and Harry playing with Celine, Harry lightly tossed the toddler up in the air as Celine squealed as she felt the air running through her chocolate curls. And Harry holding his mini me tightly in his arms to let Y/N tickle her belly and feet. It was a cute domestic moment that takes place either in their home or during a tour backstage or in their hotel room.

The only thing that the two year old doesn’t see is when Y/N and Harry had an argument and aren’t talking to calm down before they are lashing out and causing another fight. Something that happened when they were nineteen years old, and Harry was home from the Where We Are Tour. It was over an article she read on him and asked him because of her insecurities, letting them take over her mind and causing a fight to break out between the two of them.

This also caused them to take a little bit of a break, only a few texts here and there and short-ended phone calls. But they’re better now, being together for eight years with a happy two year old and a healthy relationship.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by the clatter of the wooden spoon falling onto the kitchen floor and the sound of his child’s wailing echoing throughout the kitchen and possibly through the entire house. Even the neighbors probably heard him from how loud his wails are.

Harry immediately picked up the crying two year old and propped her on his hip. Rubbing Celine’s back and hugging him to get her to calm down instead of yelling at her. However, instead of giving into the hug like she usually does when being given a hug from either of her parents or both. The two year old tries to push her daddy away with her little hands with fat tears running down her cheeks with more gathering at his waterline. The action broke Harry’s heart even more, causing more and more cracks in the organ if that’s even possible.

But it certainly feels like it.

“Celine, it’s okay. Daddy just doesn’t want you getting hurt.” Harry cooed as he continued to rub the two year old’s back. Celine is trying to get out of her father’s grasp and is relentless. She was crying even harder, and she shook his head with her curls going everywhere. Some of the chocolate curls sticking to her wet face.

“No, no, no, no.” Celine repeated in a wobbly voice with her bottom lip wobbling from the sobs that were trying to escape her lips to make it known that she’s upset, typically Celine’s terrible twos aren’t as horrible as others are- sometimes they are, sometimes they’re not, basically fifty to fifty with Celine-. Harry felt his own eyes burn for what feels like infinity at this point seeing his girlfriend and daughter getting upset for two different things. One was sick and one is going through a terrible twos tantrum right now.

“You can’t put them in right now Celine. Daddy doesn’t want you getting hurt by the hot pot,” Harry repeated himself and looked at the pot that was cool by now by being put to a stop so it wouldn’t get burnt. But the white steam that was coming from the soup meant that it was still warm and not done. Maybe lightly touching the metal pot so it wouldn’t hurt the pads of Harry’s fingers and hand. Pretending that it burnt his hand and telling Celine that it hurt maybe she’ll understand better.

Celine was whining and reaching up with her tiny fingers to grab at Harry’s messy curls to get her daddy’s attention.

“Daddy.” Celine whined, giving another sharp tug at Harry’s curls once more to get Harry’s attention. And it worked, Harry hissed from the stinging sensation from his daughter’s fingers. Harry ripped his eyes away from the metal pot and lightly grabbed his child’s little wrist and pulled it away from the strands.

This caused the two year old to whine louder in frustration and yank her wrist out of her father’s gentle grasp. More tears were falling from her green eyes with her chubby cheeks full of streams from the tears. Even Harry wiping them away doesn’t make the redness that blooms on the two year old’s cheeks any less noticeable.

“Celine, don’t do that,” Harry told his mini me gently. “Hurts daddy.” He added. This didn’t go well with the two year old and an even louder cry escaped the two year old’s lips and this time with a hit to Harry’s shoulder. It didn’t hurt but still she needs to learn not to hit to express how she’s feeling. Harry’s gaze on his daughter turned into a stern look with his brows furrowed.

“Celine Anne Styles.” Harry spoke, he was in complete dad mode. His voice rumbled through his chest as he stared his daughter down. Celine immediately stopped crying and looked up at her dad with glassy green eyes and her mouth opened agape. The toddler sniffled as she stared at her daddy to hear what he needed to say. The two year old knew that she was in trouble if either of her parents had to use their 'parent tone’ with her when she’s done something she’s not supposed to do. Like, hitting or biting for example, but this was the first time Celine has done this.

“You don’t hit daddy, Celi-Bear. That’s not how you deal with your emotions. You don’t see mummy, daddy, nana, or aunt Gemma do that, do you?” Harry told his daughter, his heart breaking as he maintained eye contact with his daughter’s glassy green eyes. He felt Celine’s chest stutter from all the crying she’s done. The two year old shook her head slowly with a few more tears falling from her eyes, making Harry instinctively reach up with his hand that wasn’t holding his daughter on his hip and wipe away the tears. His own pink lips in a pout as he stared at his mini me.

“It breaks daddy’s heart to see you upset sweetheart, hurts mummy as well. Even when you hit me.” Harry whispered to the two year old. Celine’s eyes wandered all over Harry’s face with her breath stuttering from her crying.

“I’m sw-orry, daddy.” Celine lisped out an apology with a stutter in her accented voice. Harry felt his heart melt with his mini me’s apology, and he is going to accept immediately instead of some parents who don’t accept their two year old’s apology and make the two year old feel horrible. No, that’s not how Harry and Y/N do.

“It’s okay Celine, daddy accepts your apology.” Harry cooed, hugging his sad daughter to his chest. This time Celine wraps her little arms around her daddy’s neck with a little smile on her lips. Harry smiled as well as he pressed a kiss to the side of his daughter’s head, with the strands of her curls tickling Harry’s nose. Harry slightly swayed back and forth in the kitchen with his two year old in his arms. Celine laughed at the motion and the little tickle motions her daddy was giving her to make her laugh and feel better.

A few seconds afterwards, Harry brought Celine over to the pot to show her that it would hurt her little hand if she tried to put the vegetables in the soup.

“See, this is why daddy doesn’t want you putting the veggies in right now, Celine. Daddy doesn’t want you to get hurt.” Harry explained, reaching out one hand and placing it on the rim of the pot. The curious two year old's eyes widened as she watched her daddy’s hand on the rim. It wasn’t really hot anymore- more so cold and will need to be heated once more to continue making the soup- but Celine doesn’t know that. She thinks that it’s still hot and that her daddy is getting hurt.

“Daddy, no!” She exclaimed, reaching out for her daddy’s wrist to get his hand away from the 'hot’ rim of the pot and she didn’t want to see her daddy hurt. She was crying for two weeks straight when Harry got his wrist surgery done, seeing the white bandage on his wrist to keep the stitches from ripping made the two year old crying waterfalls.

Harry yanked his hand away from the pot and hissed like his hand was burning from the heat. His brows furrowed as he shook his hand. He looked over at Celine to see that her green eyes were once more turning glassy from seeing her father hurt as the grip on her father’s wrist tightened.

“Daddy.” the toddler whined with tears threatening to spill from her tear ducts. Harry was quick to cuddle the two year old close to him. Harry cooed to the two year old that he was okay and that is why she doesn’t need to be putting in vegetables just yet because it’s hot and he doesn’t want her getting hurt. Celine hurriedly nodded her head in understanding- she just wanted her daddy not to hurt anymore and wanted her mummy to feel better with a soup that her and Harry were making-.

And they eventually did resume making the soup, Harry cleaning the wooden spoon that was dropped on the floor by Celine to get the germs off the wood so Y/N wouldn’t get any sicker. His mini me was standing once more on the chair eagerly with a smile on her lips as she waited for her daddy to give her the spoon for her to stir the ingredients that were in the warming soup from the stovetop getting warm again. It was an adorable moment between father and daughter, the scene warm and welcoming as Harry handed Celine the wooden spoon and continued to add the last few chopped vegetables into the pot. The two year old was bouncing on the pads of her feet as she was eager to do her job.

And when it came to Celine’s turn to stir, Harry kept his daughter stable on his hip as he directed Celine on how to stir the soup gently enough so that she wouldn’t get the boiling broth on either of them or on the scolding hot stove. Celine giggled as she stirred the soup with a big smile on her face and it seemed like she didn’t even have a tantrum over not being able to put the vegetables in the soup. The sight warmed up Harry’s heart seeing his mini me all happy to make a meal that will ease her mummy’s tummy and make her feel better to get her on the road to recovery of this horrible flu.

–

Celine and Harry make their way to the slightly ajar from Harry leaving the bedroom earlier that morning with the quiet sounds of the show that Harry put on for Y/N was still playing with the voices of the characters talking to another. The steam and welcoming smell from the freshly made soup was warming the palm of one of Harry’s hands while the other was holding a fresh cold-water bottle in the other as he and his mini me got closer to the bedroom. Celine had a happy, eager smile on her face as she clutched the light pink construction paper with Harry’s handwriting on the front of the homemade card in black sharpie 'get well soon mummy’ and the front of the card and the inside is accompanied by Celine’s cute, but messy, drawings that are scribbles.

Both the father and daughter’s hearts were beating happily against their chest as they were going to see the queen of the home and their hearts. Celine started calling her a queen because 'she’s like those nice princesses in the Disney movies, daddy. The ones that get their happy ending, and you’re her king.’ and it seemed to stick. And Harry is the king of their home and Celine is the little princess that likes going on adventures and bringing 'imaginary’ things back from her adventures to show her parents. It was adorable.

“Alright, Celine. We need to be quiet, so we don’t wake up mummy if she’s asleep. She needs her rest to get better.” Harry whispered as they stopped in front of the white painted wood door. The toddler nodded her head quickly to her father’s words, not really paying attention to what Harry just told him. She was just excited to see her mummy and give her the homemade card and to see Y/N since she hasn’t seen her all day till now.

“Alright, let’s go see mummy.” Harry whispered as he opened the door to reveal that Y/N was up and watching the show Harry put on. The covers covering her legs as her tired eyes were focused on the show that captivated her attention. The eye bags under her eyes were dark and her hair was a mess from tossing and turning- the comforter and sheets being the proof of it-, and the remote in her hand was being held lazily. The water bottle Harry left for her earlier was empty with a few droplets of water sticking to the plastic.

Her attention was broken from the glass tv screen when she heard the happy squeal from her daughter that was standing by her boyfriend’s side.

“MUMMY!”

Despite the panging headache that’s making her feel miserable with the throbbing pain that’s not going to go away anytime soon without aspirin or sleeping to get rid of the headache that’s causing pain. And the cute squeal from their adorable daughter added a pang of pain from the high-pitched sound.

Y/N managed to give her daughter a weak smile from her cuteness and the sight of her still in her pajamas with Celine’s messy bed head curls. Her cute front teeth showing through her wide smile as Celine looks at her mummy.

“Hi, Celine! Mummy missed you!” Y/N greeted with a matching smile, not having the need to turn down the volume of the tv since the volume wasn’t too loud in the first place. “Hi babe.” Y/N greeted her boyfriend that caused her heart to flutter as well as Harry’s. It felt great to know that she was feeling a little bit better.

“Hi, m'love. We’ve made you some chicken noodle soup to help you feel better.” Harry lifted the cute dark blue porcelain bowl with white petal detailing on the outside and red on the inside with white flowers. The broth with the chicken and vegetables sitting in the bowl to keep it warm with parsley sitting on top of the soup.

Y/N felt her stomach grumble with hunger and the taste, and the smell of the soup is making her hungry and she can’t wait to taste the wonderful soup to make her feel better and feel it warm her throat a bit. She felt her smile widened at her boyfriend and daughter making her lunch to make her feel better.

“Aww, thank you.” Y/N thanked him. Harry’s smile spread across his pink lips with his dimples cratering at the ends of his lips. Matching Celine’s. Speaking of Celine, the two year old rushed from where she was standing next to her father and ran over to her mummy’s side of the bed with the construction paper in her little hands with the paper crinkling a bit. The toddler’s curls bounced atop of her head, brushing against her covered shoulders and getting into her eyes. Meaning that she’s gonna have to get a trim soon so that she won’t have any dead ends that would hurt her when Y/N or Harry brush his hair before heading out for the day.

“Mummy, I made you a card!” Celine exclaimed with a big smile on her face as she handed out the light pink construction paper. Y/N felt her heart melt at how adorable her daughter is as she holds out the homemade get-well card. She reached out her unoccupied hand since the other one was holding the remote to the tv. Her skin was coated in goosebumps from the fever.

“Mummy, you feel better?” Celine asked her, prodding the goosebumps on her skin with her little finger. Y/N shivered a bit from the contact of her child’s finger. Y/N smiled at her daughter and swallowed with a bit of trouble from the mucus build up in her throat along with the sore throat that came along with having the common flu. Y/N gently took the paper from her kids grasp, feeling a bit of warmth from the warm air coming from the AC Harry turned on earlier to keep his lovely girlfriend warm.

“Yeah, mummy’s feeling a bit better. Certainly, now that you and daddy are here.” She smiled, lightly nudging Celine’s chubby cheek with the edge of the folded paper before holding it before her to see Harry’s handwriting.

Y/N felt that familiar heat warm up her cheeks seeing Harry’s messy hearts decorating each word that was messily colored in by their daughter. Y/N felt her smile get wider when she saw scribbles of stick figures of three family members with messy drawn clothes. One shorter than the rest with messy brown hair that matched the other one. The little one was in the middle holding each hand of the taller stick figures. The third one had Y/n’s hair color and everything that looked like her. The little drawing brought tears to her eyes as she continued to stare at the cute drawing that her daughter made.

“You alright, Y/N?” Harry asked as he approached where the daughter and mother were. He placed the porcelain bowl on the chestnut bedside table, the bowl making a small 'clunk’ when meeting the wood of the table. Harry’s deep accented voice made Y/N’s heart jump out of her chest at the sound of his voice and how fast and quiet he got there. Harry smirked at her reaction from the slight jump her body did on the bed. His footsteps were so quiet against the plush carpet.

“Asshole,” Y/N murmured quietly under her breath so Celine wouldn’t be repeating bad words around them or their families. Like that one time when they were out to eat with Anne and their daughter dropped one of her chicken nuggets on the floor. She said 'fuck’ loud enough for the three of them to hear. It was a funny moment for a few seconds before Harry and Y/N had to tell her that it was a bad word, and she shouldn’t say it. And when asked who she heard it from, she just simply stared at her father as the answer to the question.

Harry.

Their daughter whined as her fingers were making indents in the soft material of the comforter to get into her mummy on the bed. Making Harry and Y/N look at the two year old, who had a scrunched-up nose and her little brows furrowed forward with crinkles at the end. Harry immediately picked up the two year old in his arms, tickling Celine a little bit with butterfly touches to make Celine kick her legs out with a loud giggle leaving his lips. The sight made Y/N smile even more before opening the light pink homemade get-well card to see if there was anything inside that she should need to see or read.

There weren’t any words besides there being a 'love, Celine & Harry’ and more cute little scribbles from the two year old with them being loosely colored by their little artist. And more of Harry’s hearts surrounding the words. Y/N felt her heart swore in the air in happiness from her boyfriend and daughter making a get-well card for her and she’s most certainly going to keep it in her bedside table for safe keeping so nothing bad happens to it or goes missing.

The mattress sunk down a little from Celine being placed next to her mummy. Y/N placed the card on the bedside table as well, keeping it standing up on the lamp while reaching for the bowl. Harry immediately reaches to give his girlfriend the soup for her to eat to help her feel better.

“Thank you.” Y/N smiled at her boyfriend as she took the bowl and placed it on her blanket covered lap and picked up the silver spoon that was sitting in the delicious smelling soup that was sitting before her to be eaten. Harry walked over to his side of the bed to sit next to his girlfriend and daughter before, and maybe, taking a nap with Y/N before it was dinner time for all three of them. Celine and Harry have something different while Y/N will have another serving of chicken noodle soup.

Y/N placed the bowl of the spoon of her mouth and hummed at the amazing taste of the soup that warmed her mouth with her eyes closed. While it tasted a little bit bland because of the flu that wasn’t allowing her to taste her boyfriend’s wonderful cooking skills. Harry was looking at his girlfriend with a hopeful look on his face to see if she liked the soup that he and Celine made.

“Is it good, m'love.” He asked her, Y/N opened her eyes and placed the bowl of the spoon back into the soup to get another serving. She gave him a thankful smile on her face, the goosebumps on her skin disappearing from the warm soup. Harry felt butterflies soar in his tummy and his heartbeat happily against his chest as she smiled at him.

“It’s amazing, H. Thank you.” She answered as she lifted the spoon out of the soup with some of the mixture dripping from the edges of the spoon back into the soup with drips. Harry nodded at his beautiful girlfriend wishing that he could kiss her but he knew she wouldn’t let him get that close to her because she doesn’t want him getting sick.

“You’re welcome, m'love.”

Celine pulled at her mummy’s arm that was holding the spoon with the hot soup in it with the steam swirling in the air. The movement makes Y/N’s heart speed up in fear about the hot soup landing on her skin or shirt that would burn her skin either way.

“Mummy, mummy, I helped too. I helped too!” Celine chanted as she continued to pull at her mummy’s arm to get her attention. Harry could tell that Y/N was panicking from how their daughter was pulling her mummy’s arm to get her attention to let her know that she helped her daddy make her lunch.

“Celine Anne Styles, be careful! Don’t burn mummy.” Harry told his mini me sternly with stern eyes. His daughter looked at her daddy for a few minutes before she stopped pulling her arm and looked at her mummy. She listened immediately since she didn’t want to get in trouble.

“I helped daddy too mummy.” Their daughter repeated herself eager to hear her mummy’s thank you and praise for her helping Harry with her lunch. Y/N looked away from her slightly shaking hand that was holding the spoon to look at her boyfriend’s mini me.

“Thank you, Celine! You and dad did an amazing job at making mummy soup to make her feel better. And thank you for the card, it’s cute and mummy isn’t going to lose it.” Y/N thanked her daughter with a smile and a scratchy voice, Celine giggled and looked down at her lap with a pink tint on her cheeks from her mummy’s thank you.

“You’re welcome, mummy.” she said quietly. Harry and Y/N looked at each other with love-filled smiles before Y/N returned to eating her soup so that she could be on the road to recovery. It took a few minutes for Y/N to finish the soup with a conversation going on between her, Celine, and Harry. It was a domestic moment between the three of them.

Y/N asking Celine if she’s given her father any trouble when making the soup, Celine was immediate to deny that she did anything to cause her daddy any trouble. But Y/N looked over at Harry to see if what their daughter was saying was true or not. Harry looked over at his daughter with a teasing smile before telling Y/N that she had a little fit that she couldn’t put the veggies in without getting hurt.

This caused Celine to throw another fit, jolting the bed a bit that caused both of her parents to say in a stern tone.

“Celine Anne Styles. Don’t.”

Celine immediately stopped under her parent’s stern gaze and cuddled closer to her mummy with her eyes getting droopy with sleepiness. And Y/N yawned from tiredness that got passed down to Harry. Meaning that the three of them are due for a nap before the day comes to an end. Y/N puts the empty bowl on the table before maneuvering the sleepy toddler between her and Harry. Putting the covers over Celine’s almost asleep form before her and Harry did the same with their heads cushioned by their soft pillows.

The family of three slept in the king-sized bed with the comforter and sheets as well as the additional blankets keeping them warm after some time talking and not paying attention to the tv. The tv playing the ending of one episode of Y/N’s show with the theme song playing in the background and Netflix telling her that the episode is expected to begin in five seconds. But neither of them is watching since they’re allowing sleep to overcome them. Y/N and Harry facing each other with their daughter sleeping between them, Celine closer to her mummy since she’s adamant on cuddling with her to 'make her feel better’.

Harry and Y/N had their arms placed on the comforter of their bed with Harry’s hand over Y/N’s smaller one. Trying to keep her cold hand warm with his warm palm. The empty bowl of fully eaten chicken noodle soup sitting on Y/N’s bedside table with a fresh cold-water bottle that is waiting to be drunk when Y/N wakes up. Along with the medicine that was placed there earlier when Harry snuck upstairs to check on her when Celine was occupied by Finding Nemo and placed the medicine on the bedside table with a haste kiss to her forehead before leaving.

However, right now, she’s sleeping once more with the love of her life and her adorable daughter.

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Sorry that I haven't updated in a while! Personal things have been going on and I've had terrible writers block but i've got ideas for this last one shot, it's a standalone one shot with harry and y/n only. As well as an upcoming trope that i'm excited to write about! As well as other tropes!

To make up for making you all wait too long, here's a picture of my kitty 🥺. Sorry for the picture being too big, i didn't know it was going to be big. Show her some love pls, even though she gets a load from me.

[missmielyhoran]

Send me some fic recs which are sad. Absolutely destroying please🩷

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Fic recommendations

As of March 2024

>sorted in order of reblog date

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Series / multiple parts

Y/N wakes up craving blood and Harry‘s there to help (reluctantly) by @jawllines *

The devil is a gentleman by @1800titz *

404 by @freedomfireflies *

IFall for Harry by @freedomfireflies *

Teach Me by @freedomfireflies *

Ophanim by @stylesloveclub *

Harry and Y/N are in the same ballet class, and they hate each other by @jawllines *

Harry is Y/N’s new bodyguard and Y/N’s sure they’ve met before by @jawllines *

The Young Dad!Harry Universe by @avatar-anna

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before by @novelistrry *

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No loss by @adorebeaa *

Earning it by @adorebeaa *

Desire by @enthusiasticharry *

Feathery by @moonchildstyles

Soft by @moonchildstyles *

Shy by @moonchildstyles

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[harrysonlylover]

Heat*

Summary: Your fiancée plans a trip to Italy after you get uncomfortable from the Summer heat.

Trope: CEO! H

WC:7.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy and ovulation, soft domrry.

A/n: so seepy besties don’t mind the mistakes.

CEO H Masterlist

Long hot summers are not for you.

Even though you’re unemployed, going out is still a must for you whether it be for hanging out with friends, running errands, or visiting Harry at his office.

Now that the heat is intensifying, you can’t bear making plans or even thinking about stepping out of the house. The high temperature makes sweat build and the humidity ruins your hair and overall mood, Summer was never your favorite season but now that you’re pregnant, you despise it.

Whining about it was unintentional, frankly, everyone was annoyed by the heat. At first, Harry panicked and begged you to stay indoors. His biggest fear was something happening to you when he wasn’t near, let alone now when you’re pregnant.

You did comply and stayed home for most of the days, but there is only so little you can do when you’re alone. You tried Pilates and Yoga for pregnant women with different instructors on YouTube, cooked new recipes that help with pregnancy, and changed the decoration in the living room twice. You even read some of the books Harry bought.

You’re one month into pregnancy and so far, you’ve only experienced morning sickness, fatigue at night, and frequent urination. The whole vomiting ordeal drains the life out of you, not only is it disgusting but it occurs every day.

Harry was over the clouds ever since he found out about the baby, he wanted to arrange a huge party for the celebration but you were against it and insisted on privacy for the first few months.

All it takes is for you to demand something and he would do it with a sealed mouth. He has been acting quite giddy and clingy, and much more obsessed with your body now that you’re pregnant.

He insisted that you gained some sort of glow even though you look dead after you vomit. The whole sickness part is what made him pouty and apologetic. For the first few days, he teared up and refused to go to his office, there wasn’t much you could say because you were feeling quite shitty.

Then it became less frequent but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad, he kept saying ‘Sorry’ over and over again because he knocked you up and caused all this fuss. He wouldn’t listen even when you assured him that it was just a part of the pregnancy.

Flower bouquets decorated the apartment every single day. He is aware that you have a spacious backyard with a garden that houses different types of plants but no. Every morning he sent out a flower delivery and a handwritten card by him, not the florist.

‘Morning my dove, hope you have an amazing day. Thought I’d give the orchids a try today. Eat well and rest for the little peanut. I love you endlessly. XOXO.’

That was one example out of many. He might as well invest in a flower shop.

As for the unbearable heat, even the poor flowers didn’t handle it. It reached up to 35 degrees every day and you couldn’t move from the couch even though the entire penthouse was air-conditioned.

You weren’t mentioning the temperature on purpose but Harry always listened intently even if your conversations meant nothing. He simply hummed and warned you to not go outside as he was already running errands for you.

It wasn’t until two days later when you woke up to the sound of bags zipping that you noticed what he had done.

“Sweetheart I made you breakfast, please eat it so we can get going to Italy.”

That was all he had to say as you glanced at the set of bags he packed, one of them being unfamiliar. At least five bags were waiting to be picked up by Harry’s chauffeur.

You didn’t have the heart to question anything because you knew that he did it for your comfort, even though he could easily say that it was business for the new branch in Italy.

You enjoyed the omelette with veggies that he prepared as you observed him walking around in shorts and a ‘Daddy’ shirt. Yes, a fucking ‘Daddy’ shirt.

He was making phone calls in Italian, you understood very little but you could tell that he was asking for his yacht and something about his villa.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy or simply your love for him but the way he was handling these things for you and casually strolling in such clothes with his biceps flexing every time he switched the phone from one ear to another with his other hand in his pocket….

Some drool fell on the omelette but it was nothing compared to the wetness between your thighs. He’s already looking like a dilf and you’re only one month pregnant.

“Baby I’ll clean the plates so you can take a shower before we leave. I packed all of your stuff.” He pressed a long kiss to your cheek and caressed your tummy before ushering you to your shared bedroom.

In your head you replied with ‘Yes Daddy’ and he was just taking care of you, nothing sexual!

It’s going to be a torturous vacation.

The flight to Italy was smooth and comfortable, not that he would allow anything less. He used one of his private jets and demanded to land at the nearest airport to his villa so you could avoid getting road sickness.

Whenever work got crowded and pressuring, Harry escaped to Tuscany. He was eager to introduce you to his villa in his haven. The first time he invited you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not that he doesn’t usually stare,but Italy is precious and so were you.

You napped on the way to the villa, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he wrapped his arm around your body, not forgetting to leave kisses on your face.

Once you arrived, he thanked his chauffeur and tipped him using a checkbook before asking you to rest and hydrate as he unpacked the suitcases. Of course, you knew better than to offer your help.

Harry’s villa was surrounded by vineyards and acres of land, he decorated it with paintings picked from all around the globe and furniture that was designed by a local Italian artist.

In the center of the living room, he has a wall dedicated to pictures of you together, from trips to random candid shots around the house. Your lip quivered as you thought of the pictures that will soon join the collection but with a new member.

You followed Harry to the bedroom and leaned against the wall watching him unpack your suitcase even though you’re capable of doing it. You approached him slowly and pressed your body to his back, allowing your lips to linger over his shoulder blade.

“I felt that something was different but it was just my baby love.” He discarded the items in his hands and turned around to wrap your body around his.

“Do you want me to help—“

“No. You know how I feel about this. Leave it to me.” His voice was stoic and straightforward, the same one he used around the office.

“What is this suitcase anyway, I haven’t seen it before.” You pointed to the unfamiliar suitcase that you first saw at the penthouse.

“It’s yours.” He stepped aside to reveal a wide range of summer clothes still in their tag, along with different types of bikinis, all being luxury brands.

“Harry! What is this?” You searched through the full suitcase, gasping at the price on the tags. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with your fiancée because you still haven’t come around to how much he spends on clothes. Let alone on you.

“Thought you’d want to try on new stuff while we’re here and we’re going swimming…” Harry loved to spoil you no matter what the item was. Though he never told you, he gets some sort of thrill or ego boost whenever he sees you wearing clothes that he picked out himself and paid for. Call him him weird, obsessive, or even crazy but his head becomes filled with unholy things when you wear what he chose. As for the bikinis…. With your small bump or at least the knowledge of knocking you up.

May the lord have mercy on him.

There was nothing for you to say except a ‘thank you’, followed by a ‘no need’ from him and a forehead kiss. As you glanced around the room, you noticed that he arranged everything in its place leaving nothing for you to unpack.

“Sweetheart you should start getting ready we’re spending the day on our yacht.” He shouted from the bathroom where he was making sure that all your skincare and toiletries were present.

Harry always referred to things as yours and his, even though everything was paid for with his money, not yours. The sentiment of it made you feel warm.

You glanced at all the pieces Harry bought till your eyes landed on a skimpy bikini that would barely cover your breasts or pussy…

You smiled to yourself as you placed it aside and grabbed a towel to shower. The teasing game between you and Harry was never-ending. You acted like cave people around each other when one of you was half-naked or just looking yummy.

If you were still trying to conceive, you and Harry probably wouldn’t have left the villa not that he isn’t all over you now, because boy he is.

If he wants to wear a ‘Daddy’ shirt then he might as well preach it.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself relaxing on the yacht, as you went through your beach bag to fetch the essentials. A beige dress with a simple cut near the breast area hugged your body as you hid the revealing bikini underneath it.

“Babes, is the SPF with you?” You lifted your eyes upward only to be met with your shirtless fiancée, his arms raised on the doorway and body leaning forward. The shorts were barely hiding anything, his hips were on display and if he tugged the fabric slightly, everyone would be graced with the sight of his cock.

He had an amused smile on as he lazily chewed gum and taunted you with knowing eyes from behind his Gucci sunnies. Handsome motherfucker. You might as well ovulate again right there and then even if you’re already pregnant.

You offered him a nod and tossed the cream in his direction, but why not give him a show too?

You took off your dress in front of him and everyone who was nearby.

The bralette was strapless and tight on your breasts prompting your cleavage to appear plumper, as for the bikini bottom it was a thong.

You kept a casual attitude around him as you folded your dress aside and unpacked the beach bag while sparing him glances to delight in the sight of his clenched fists and tense body.

He was a soft dominant in bed, he disliked all that ‘punishment’ stuff. Pleasure to him is something sacred, if you want to get spanked then ask for it, and if you want soft lovemaking then you should ask for it too.

You weren’t the only ones around, after all this was an area known for welcoming the wealthy so it wasn’t a surprise when you noticed the few other yachts positioned near you.

“Put it on me.” Harry handed you the sunscreen as he stood in front of you giving you a stern look. Whenever he used this facial expression with you, you knew that he was feeling it.

You squirted a small amount of the creamy SPF before lathering it all over his chest and abs, your hands were completely covered as you glided them over his skin.

His body towered over you and you could feel his gaze on you even though he had sunglasses on. He was enjoying your hands all over his hard abs especially when you slowed down your pace to take in the sight in front of you.

Would it be so bad to drop on your knees in public?

“The way you’re rubbing shows me that you’re desperate sweetie.” You avoided responding verbally and instead raised your face to taunt him with a wicked smile as your hands tortuously massaged his skin before reaching his hips and giving extra attention to the fern tattoo. With each glide, his shorts got looser and looser, his happy trail was on display, and when you glanced down you got a peek at his cock by toying with the waistband.

“Should I go for the biceps too?” You put on an innocent act, which he didn’t mind at all. He nodded at your request and turned around to give you a better angle.

“You should sit down, I can’t reach you.” He was taller than you by some good inches and that didn’t stop you from reaching him, but of course, you wanted to play your little game which he complied with.

He took a seat on the sunbathing lounge chair, with his legs spread dangerously. Instead of beginning to apply the cream on his biceps, you abruptly seated yourself on his thigh, not forgetting to let out a subtle moan at the friction or pretend to fix your position by going back and forth on his thigh.

Again, he did not seem fazed by your actions. Not because he’s unimpressed but because he adored it when you were all over him, and it showed when he wrapped his entire arm around your body, giving you easier access to his biceps but also making sure to knead your ass with his palms.

You had to use both hands to rub one bicep and still, it took longer than expected. The more he kneaded your ass, the more his bicep flexed making you drool over his body and push yourself more against him for friction.

“I thought I told you to put protection not ride my thigh.” His voice was delicious, yet so near to your ear which didn’t help your current situation.

“I’m not! Just getting comfy…” You lied to his face and continued to rub the sunscreen on his muscles. His face was inches away from yours trying to intimidate you in a good way. You always get flustered when stared at for too long, and Harry knows how to play his game.

“I can feel the moist and warmness on my thigh.” Your hands stopped gliding at his words, you knew better than to lie, he had you memorized like the back of his palm.

He slowly guided your cream-covered hand to his chest area and moved it along his skin back and forth, his alibi was seeking sun protection but his real motive was to get you riled up.

“You could lie to anyone except the person who made you pregnant.”

Playing dumb was your method. You delighted in touching his skin and toned muscles before asking him to do the same to you. You settled on your stomach, enjoying his calloused fingers running all over your back and shoulders. And of course, you offered him moans.

“You’re in for it sweetheart.” He warned as he headed off inside not even attempting to hide his visible hard on.

Too bad he left before you took off your bikini…

An hour later, you left your initial spot and sailed ahead basking in the cool wind and warm summer sun that didn’t have you begging for winter. Harry brought you refreshing drinks, water bottles, and plates of fruits.

He had switched his attitude and turned into a sweetheart, It wasn’t on purpose, but it’s how he is. He turned on the autopilot and excitedly propped himself near you. He opened a water bottle and handed it to you, asking you to have some sips despite doing that earlier as well.

Then he gave you some cherries and peeled an apple with deep focus, feeding it to you with his hand, before rubbing on your stomach and inquiring if little peanut is causing a fuss.

He rested his head on your tummy, as his lips lingered there for a while offering love to you and peanut with his fingers dancing along your hips and thighs. You swiped your hands through his hair, giving him head scratches making him a satisfied fiancée.

A straw hat covered your face from the sun, and the sound of the waves muffled Harry’s voice. He spoke to your tummy but none of the words reached your ear, but it’s fine since he seemed to have a little private moment with Peanut.

As much as he wanted to bask in this blessing, his job was to check on you. He lifted himself up barely fifteen minutes later and reapplied sunscreen to your arms, insisted on pouring water over your head because the sun was out and about, and fed you an apricot.

Most of the time his gestures are nonsexual but oh well he’s a gentleman, your gentleman, and everything he did turned you on. After leaving you alone earlier, you ogled him as his hands steered the wheel and sailed the yacht. Obviously, his biceps contracted which did not help at all since you recalled rubbing lotion on them. He even placed the pilot hat on his head.

His curls fell all over his face, and his back muscles flexed with every steer of the wheel. The weather was amazing yet the heat followed you here in the form of your fiancée.

There was nothing you could do except spread your legs, as you observed him doing regular things that got you frothing at the mouth.

And now his extensive care and dotting made it much worse. You know that other men do not act the way he does nor take care of their pregnant women this way, you’ve seen some bad examples.

“Are your muscles knotted? Do you want to get up?” His voice pulled you out of your dirty thoughts, showing his concerned face.

“All good.” You smiled at him and pulled his face in for a kiss.

Another yacht approached yours blasting loud music interrupting your little bubble. It was the same yacht that was next to you before sailing, many young adults were on board probably enjoying their euro summer.

Harry got up to take a look scoffing at how loud the music was, they were dancing in bikinis and shorts, distributing drinks, and singing along with the song.

“Scusatemi, potreste abbassare il volume della musica per favore?” He shouted to the group of girls whose yacht was in close proximity.

“Si Bello!” One of the girls replied before sending a flying kiss his way making the others erupt in giggles.

That was your cue to get up. You don’t have much knowledge on the language but you don’t need translation to know that she’s flirting with your fiancée, who was fucking smiling.

You walked toward him placing your arms around his body and waved to the group of girls as if your blood wasn’t boiling. Their faces dropped upon seeing you as they sent a fake smile your way.

“H, let’s continue sunbathing.” As soon as he heard you whispering, he knew you were off. You only used this tone with him when you were mad or up to something devilish. It wasn’t a suggestion as well.

“Of course babe.” He guided you to the huge lounge chair but instead of helping you to lie down, it was the other way around. He didn’t object nor open his mouth and from the look of mischief on your face, he won’t be questioning anything.

You straddled his lap positioning your pussy right over his crotch and inched your face closer, catching his lips in a kiss. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, deepening the kiss as you moved back and forth on his clothed cock.

“Wha—what’s gotten into you?” He panted in between kisses, with his hand wrapped around your ass.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancée?” You didn’t part your lips from his and spoke in a muffled voice.

Ah, so you were feeling possessive.

“Anytime you want babe, you own me.” He played along by kneading your ass and pushing his tongue further into your mouth. Your jaw grew sore from how feverish the kiss was but Harry became relentless.

Your body leaned backward from the intensity of his kiss, and his hands roamed your body, gripping your skin tightly before moving on to another area. He moaned into your mouth and pressed his hard on to your pussy.

You knew that they were watching and that was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t care if you appeared petty or crazy. He was yours.

“You’re such a needy slut.” He had to pull you away by wrapping his hand around your throat. Your lips were swollen and the look of mischief was still painted across your face.

“Look who’s talking, weren’t you flirting around with those girls?” You tilted your head to the side, relishing the way his facial expression changed.

“Watch the words that come out of your mouth dove.” His grip against your throat tightened and the warning in his eyes was serious.

“Or what? You’ll leave and party with them?” His stern look revealed his clear irritation that he could no longer hide.

“You’re getting too mouthy. Up.” He snaked a hand to the back of your thighs, lifting you both in the process.

Again, he isn’t a man who delights in “punishment”. If he wants to be a tease or rough then so be it, he doesn’t have to call it a punishment. The one thing that he would never do is embarrass you in a situation where he is aware of your feelings, and right now you’re jealous.

He didn’t dismiss that, he’ll prove you wrong inside but for now, he has his lips attached to the nape of your neck, while his hand wanders between your hips and bum. Of course, the girls who fancied him were looking as he was all over you.

Once you were in the clear and away from prying eyes, in the safety of the bedroom inside the yacht, Harry switched his demeanor.

He guided you to the bed where you sat at the edge admiring your annoyed fiancée who gave you a promise to destroy you with his eyes.

He stood in front of you, his crotch so close to your face as he raised your chin upward. A curl had fallen on his forehead but it didn’t help in erasing his irritation.

The smell of the summer breeze and salt penetrated the room but was not enough to dismiss his cologne. He swiped his finger over your bottom lip, as your eyes ogled him starting from his pumped chest down to his chiseled abs and toned V line, right where your eye level was.

“I’m going to ask you questions and you will answer in full sentences.” His voice, low and raspy indicated that he was not up for silly games.

“Yes Sir.” You shamelessly tried to take his finger inside your mouth but he didn’t allow it. Instead, you kept gazing at his hips where the shorts were loose.

“Who’s your fiancée?” You felt his engagement ring digging into your neck as he wrapped his hand there.

“You Sir.” You answered without hesitation hoping to get away with squirming your thighs.

“Who owns you?” His pupils darkened and his voice got deeper.

“You sir.”

It stayed this way for a few other questions…

“Who worships you?”

“Who got you pregnant?”

“Who loves you endlessly?”

All of them were followed by a weak ‘You Sir’ as you rubbed your thighs together feeling aroused more than usual just from his veined hand over your throat (and the questions).

“Then why are you being a brat?” He questioned with his face inches away from yours, noses bumping together while you looked into each other’s eyes. His were dark and hungry, yours were bright and needy.

You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding a verbal response, pretending to be clueless about your attitude. Honestly you just couldn’t help it, your blood boiled when you saw how they eyed him.

“Maybe some cock will refresh your mind?” He tugged down on his shorts revealing his thick girth, red at the tip and already leaking precum.

He always knew what game to play, where to touch, what to say and how to make you surrender to him. The fact is that as much as he was obsessed with your pussy and body, you were equally infatuated with his cock.

There was no such thing before Harry, but when it came down to him everything changed, including your perspectives on dicks.

“Poor baby, is that what you want? Craving some cock to make your brain mushy?” He cooed in a mocking tone as he tapped the tip on your bottom lip, not giving you a chance to take it inside your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out at him to show him that you need it, but he definitely had other plans in his mind. His pre cum leaked on your lips and dribbled down your chin, your tongue instinctively tried to lick his cum but he knew you’d try and do that. Instead, he beat you to it and picked them up with his finger observing the subtle pout in your lips when he took them away.

“Hmm so good.” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean to tease you with outrageous moans.

“Please, let me suck on it.” Your eyes darted to his veiny hand that was wrapped around his thick swollen length that is asking to be sucked.

“You do need it… maybe it’ll fix that brain of yours.” He caressed your cheek with his knuckles as one last gentle moment before coming closer, and forcing your mouth open to push his cock in.

His eyes rolled back almost immediately at the warmth of your mouth, you didn’t complain nor protest, you got to work right away as you went down on your knees with your hands going up and down on his thigh, then to the base of his cock where you cupped his balls.

Your warm mouth was heaven to him. For some reason, sinful thoughts began to flood his mind uncontrollably as he imagined you going down on your knees a few months from now as he looks down to get a view of your ruined sight, with his cock in your mouth and your big bump protruding.

“Fuck’s sake! I gave you my seed yet you still get down on your knees like a little slut for my cum.” He groaned audibly, rocking his hips back and forth enjoying the feeling of your tongue licking his cock from the base to the tip.

Whenever you gave Harry a blowjob, you had to use both of your hands. That’s how big he was. One had would be wrapped around the base while the other stroked the shaft and eased it into your mouth where your cheeks would hollow around it, as you swirl your tongue and push his length as far as you can.

The sound of your gagging was music to his ears, let alone the mischief in your eyes as you looked up to him while removing his cock from your mouth to allow the mix of saliva and pre cum to dribble down your chin, before you take him in again and moan as you squirm your thighs and shift.

“Such a good warm hole.” He patted your hair as if you were his pet while he rocked his hips faster in your mouth and smirked at the way his abs flexed.

You were absolutely insatiable when it came to his cock. You already sense the soreness in your jaw but you couldn’t care less. Your head kept bobbing on his cock back and forth, you wanted to drain the cum from him and from the look on his face, it is no secret that euphoria is hitting him.

“Fuck my mouth harder Mr. Styles.” You let out his cock from your mouth with a pop, only to reveal your scratchy voice due to his cock hitting the back of your throat. You smiled back at him with your face covered in cum and saliva, as if you were daring him.

“You won’t be speaking for days.” His hand roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock harshly inside your mouth, he maintained a vigorous pace of thrusts as the sound of intense gagging filled the room.

His hips snapped roughly as he treated your mouth like a vagina. Thrust after the other with no remorse, feeling his entire body light up from the heat of your mouth and the skill of your tongue.

Your nails dug into his thighs leaving crescent marks on his skin. Tears were streaming down your cheeks due to his roughness, the sting from his grasp on your hair intensified the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” He threw his head back as your nose bumped his happy trail. Everything felt overwhelming. Your tongue didn’t stop for one second, the veins along his girth were caressed by it, let alone his sensitive tip that leaked drop of cum that you happily choked on.

He murmured words of praise followed by a warning of his close release, his grip on your hair got loose as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock.

You broke a new record for holding your breath but it was definitely worth it, the furrow of his eyebrows, parted lips and Adam’s apple that protruded from throwing his head back and swallowing down his throat.

His cock twitched followed by the most lustful moan as he released his load, it flooded your mouth seeing as you had him fully tucked inside. You choked on the large amount of cum and pulled him out to properly swallow what he gave you. Harry was observing your movements making him release even more. Your entire face was covered with cum, some drool and saliva dripped down from your chin landing on your thighs. The cum you attempted to swallow leaked from the corners of your mouth as your hand gripped Harry’s cock tightly, aiming to milk it completely as you stuck your tongue out to not waste any drop.

“That’s it baby…drink it all up.” His sensitive tip oozed more cum into your open mouth, twitching in your hand when you squeeze at the base.

You kept swallowing his seed for what felt like ages, he released a huge load and you got dizzy from thinking about how he gave you such loads almost everyday. No wonder you get pregnant.

“Good girl, swallowing it down your tummy?” You couldn’t reply nor hum, sure you could nod but you were far too gone. After all you’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Your mouth stayed open for a while as Harry swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, before bringing it inside for you to suck on.

“Can’t waste any drop baby.” He caressed your cheek lovingly while you attempted to lick your lips and any area that you forgot about. Harry’s low deep voice did things to your body, let alone the sight of his toned body that you were graced with.

There’s just something about your fiancée’s body.

A few moments later, Harry lowered himself to your level pressing a kiss to your temple as he snaked a hand to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the bed with one arm.

He placed you on your back gently before moving his lips all over your tummy down to your legs where kisses your scratched knees from going down on him.

“My pretty girl bruising her pretty legs for cum.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb on your ankle.

If he had kept moaning while you sucked him and ogled his muscled body, or even pumped more of his seed into your mouth, you probably would’ve came right there and then without him touching you.

The way his eyes closed as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his fist making veins protrude in his arm, just to hold back a scandalous moan will always be engraved in your mind.

But of course he did not hold back the moans. He’s too much of a slut to do that.

Your breathing was ragged as his hands explored your lower body, you were already too aroused and Harry just won’t get to the point. Your bikini bottom is definitely wetter than it would be if you had gotten into the water.

“What’s that baby?” He cooed, pressing his nose to your clothed (and extremely wet) pussy. He took a long inhale closing his eyes as his grip tightened on your thighs before opening his eyes again. His pupils had gotten darker.

“I could smell your leaking pussy from miles away. Are you that achy?”

He was mocking you.

It was no surprise that you got insanely wet from making him cum, he knows how easily you can get aroused from the simplest of things like seeing him naked or from his actions as a gentleman toward you.

Besides being feral and primal about breeding you (which he did successfully), he tends to have a certain affinity for smelling your wetness…

Perhaps it messes with his hormones, turns him on even more or he genuinely loves the smell which would be normal as he spends most of his free time between your thighs.

“Harry you know it hurts, just fuck me.” You whined throwing your head back, trying to ignore his devilish grin that tells you he’s up to no good.

“Oh I will darling but how about some questions first?” He took your bikini off so that you were both completely naked and bare for each other.

His muscular body towered over you making you feel safe in his embrace, his cross necklace dangled in front of your face and you couldn’t help but bring your hand forward to move the fallen hair strands from his face.

“Yes love.” You were not sure what these questions were but from the look in his eyes, you knew that you won’t be moving your legs for a few days.

His eyes took in your face features with a cheesy smile plastered on his face, the same one he has on when he tells you that he adores you. He inched his face forward till your noses bumped together and his cologne consumed your thoughts.

His hand slowly reached down to your inner thighs where he rubbed circles dangerously close to your cunt.

“Are you wet because… you wish I could breed you again?…” His eyes burned into yours, his body weight pressing on you.

“…because you sucked me off?” Your breath hitched in your throat when he inserted a finger inside your warm cunt, so that the only sounds heard were the calm waves, the beating of your hearts and the sound of your wet cunt being used.

“…or because you love the idea of being fucked by your fiancée while others want him?” He added in another finger, pushing them deep inside feeling how they got soaked instantly. He fucked them slowly in and out as his eyes raked your facial expression, and relished in the clenching of your warm cunt around his fingers.

“All of them.” You answered as quickly as you could before pouring all of your focus on his fingers, they were now three massaging your folds delicately. Your hands instinctively clung to his back, as you dug your nails into his skin.

“That’s my good girl.” He increased his pace and you knew that some of your wetness must have splashed the sheets. You pushed yourself against his hand for deeper access, making him spank your bum with his other hand.

“I need you inside of me please.” Your begging was frantic and rushed.

“Could never resist this cunt baby.” He pulled his fingers out, and glided his hand over your hips making your skin soaked with your own arousal, as he nipped on your neck (the more hickeys the better).

Heat radiated off your bodies that were intertwined in the best way one could imagine, but both of you needed more. Harry asked for reassurance before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly.

The first few moments of entering your cunt were better than the whole experience. The clenching of your walls, your warmness, tightness and the tiny whimpers in his ear as your foreheads touch was priceless to him.

It never mattered if the sex was soft or rough, it will always be love making to him.

Love,love,love.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted himself inside your snug cunt, before stilling his hips and taking a deep breath to avoid cumming so soon.

“Full.” It was all you managed to say. Harry’s length could make you cry from how warm and full it makes you feel. Clenching around him is unintentional, it just happens yet you can’t help it. The pain and burn you feel at first made you drool at the mouth, you didn’t mind a little pain kink but whenever his tip pushes through your tight walls, your brain goes numb.

It was as if your cunt itself begged him to go inside. Deeper.

He continued to push himself in till your hips were against each other. You were back in your element, skin on skin, soft rocking, hungry kisses and euphoric feelings.

All the blood was rushing to your engorged clitoris that is growing more sensitive with every passing day, Harry raised your leg over his hip for a deeper angle that made you moan audibly.

His thrusts found a faster pace and you felt the veins on his thick length massage your velvet walls. The sound of wetness echoed in the room as he repeatedly hit your cervix.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you.” His tone was both a mix of anger and reassurance. He hated what you implied, how you thought for even a split second that he would look at someone else.

Your walls pulled him in even further with more clenching as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed the heel of your feet into his bum in an attempt to get him deeper (if that was even possible).

“I love you.” You whispered through short pants with your nails leaving fresh marks on his skin. His cock worked itself inside your snug cunt, in and out till you could feel him in your tummy, which he probably could too as he was glued to your body.

“Deeper please. Just want you inside.” Some teardrops fell down on your cheek from the pleasure and love you’re feeling and your need for him to be so deep inside. Whenever you had sex, Harry would fuck you so deep you’d feel him for days, yet still it doesn’t seem enough for you.

But his brain worked the exact same way in a repetitive mantra : deep inside y/n, deep inside y/n…

“Yes babylove, gonna leave you sore for a while.” Your bags always contained at least one lube bottle and a cream for soreness because well.. your fiancée is feral.

He picked up his speed with one hand balanced on the mattress and the other pressing on your throat right where his cock reached a few minutes ago.

“This cock made you pregnant. Isn’t that right baby?” His voice was straight out of an erotica book, but you couldn’t reply. You were simply lying down, taking his cock that is thrusting into you hard and fast with your eyes shut as you savored the blissful feeling.

The headboard banged against the wall as the sound of skin slapping filled the room and you almost forgot that you were out in the open on a yacht. Harry imprinted himself everywhere.

His cock fucking you roughly, his hand on your neck, the ache in your muscles, drool on your chin, old and fresh bruises on your skin, your engagement ring and the baby in your tummy.

You let out a string of curse words followed by short words in which you asked him to keep fucking you. The pressure on your neck loosened but only so he could use his hand to pull your face in for a passionate kiss.

“You own me baby. Never forget that.” He stilled his hips for a few moments before pulling himself out, only to thrust back in immediately knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He provided some attention to your perky sensitive nipples right as you stuck your tongue out at him, which he knew was an order to spit onto your tongue. A string of saliva fell from his mouth right into yours before he connected your lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“I’m close.” Your clitoris was so sensitive and lately you’ve been cumming way sooner than you usually do. Your sweaty skin clung onto Harry’s as your orgasm washed over your body with one particular thrust to your cervix.

Harry followed upon hearing you moaning his name as he spurted hot cum inside your walls. The feeling of his seed flowing inside you was peak euphoria. You’re not sure if you could ever have him wear a condom again.

You bit his shoulder knowing how much he liked it but also because you lost your mind when he came inside your pussy. You felt his cum leak from where you were connected down to your thighs and onto the sheets.

“I love being stuffed by your cum.” You whispered a few moments later, earning a chuckle from him.

“Me too my love. Pussy’s made for me.” His fingers danced along your hips and slowly went down near your thighs where he swiped some of the cum that leaked, bringing it to your mouth. You immediately sucked on it and swallowed without hesitation.

“Too fucking greedy. Didn’t let me taste.” He pouted and pretended to be hurt before pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

His cum was still flowing inside your pussy, opting you to clench around his cock. He hissed from the pulsing and swatted your bum as a warning.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispered after a few minutes while kissing your temple.

“No just a bit more please.” You shook your head and pulled him closer.

“Whatever you want my love.” Staying inside your warm cum filled pussy was torture, and you knew that of course. His twitching did not go unnoticed but you loved it.

“Do you realise that i’m loyal to you only? I don’t want anyone else.” He murmured with his head resting on your breast.

“I know. You’re mine.” You swiped a hand through his hair before tracing his face with your fingers.

Getting jealous was a natural instinct, but at the end of the day you’re the one he fucks till he’s out of breath and of course you’re the mother of his child.

You’re his and he’s yours. It was as simple as that.

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[vanteguccir]

Writers' recommendation from vante ♡

As asked by an anon, I did a short list of my favorite writers on tumblr, who write for the Sturniolo Triplets and Harry Styles fandom, since it's the ones that I most consume in here 🩷

PS.: I didn't separate specific fics that I like because I absolutely adore all fics from the writers I've listed below, and I highly recommend all of them!! 😚 but if yall want specific fics, I can always do it as well!!

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~ Sturniolo Triplets:

- @worldlxvlys

- @ciarasturn1

- @chaosisalwayscrying

- @soursturniolo

- @scarssturniolo

- @thugpugs4lrh

- @patscorner

- @strniohoeee

- @greatooglymooglyyy

- @strawberrysturniolo

- @evieolo

- @muwapsturniolo

- @55sturn

- @lovingmattysposts

- @rootbeerworshiper

~ Harry Styles:

- @erodasfishtacos (my protegé 😭)

- @fkinavocado

- @satanhalsey

- @meetmymouth

- @watchmegetobsessed

- @finelinevogue

- @freedomfireflies

- @havethetimeofyourstyles

- @avatar-anna

- @harrysfolklore

- @moonchildstyles

- @lukesaprince

- @stylesharrys

- @signoferoda

- @watermelonsugacry

the HS fandom here on tumblr has the best writers on this whole app. they should be writing books at this point, I swear 😭✋🏻

[0oolookitsme]

Another One?

Type - A One-Shot!

Verse - Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!y/n

Word Count - 4k (she's a thick one y'all)

Warnings - A little bit of crying (subrry), cursing and well, smut.

A/N - Damn, this is the second longest smut piece I've ever written!

Kinks - Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Mommy Kink, Over Stimulation.

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It was a formal get-together organized by a friendly colleague of Y/n's. "I've met some new professionals, and I think it's going to be helpful for the newbies to make some connections," she had told Y/n while they were having lunch together. Y/n had only appreciated her idea in response, saying that she too would love to chat with them.

When it came to the decision of a 'plus-one', everyone knew she was going to bring Harry. After all, it had almost been a year since they went public with their relationship. The party was formal, but it was held on the rooftop of a restaurant so everyone had settled on dressing up pretty casually.

Most men were seen wearing button-down shirts with pants or jeans, and women were mostly in flowy dresses. And Y/n was one of them – wearing a one piece long-maxi dress. Its sleeves came right till her elbow, the shoulders were puffed. It was plain black in colour and she had worn her platinum jewelry and white heels at the end. To match her Harry was wearing a shirt that faded from white on the top, to black at the bottom. Shedding leaves were patterned on the shirt, and he had styled it with a pair of retro-black jeans – tying the outfit together by wearing some black Converse that had white stripes on them.

She had french-twisted her bun, and Harry had his hair tousled to the side. They had left the house with Harry trying to seduce Y/n into a quickie, and Y/n sliding her hands on his chest, and leaning in to promise in his ear that she'd reward him if he'd be good for her at the party.

Both of them knew that she didn't need to tell him that – he knew his way around at any gathering. But, just out of habit, Y/n had radiated some dominance and almost called him a good boy. Which led to Harry's mind being in a frenzy all night.

They talked to people together, Harry's hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed against her clothed-skin. As the time passed, Y/n had fled away from him and was chatting with other people while he was stuck in a group of men who he had no interest in talking with.

He was, at the end of the day, an introverted guy. Sure he walked on runways for the biggest of brands, for the millions of people to watch but he just couldn't shed down the shyness of his personality. And, y/n loved that.

He was an introvert, she was an extrovert so they balanced each other out perfectly. But a lot of the times she felt like she was leaving Harry out, abandoning him whenever they went out with many people. But Harry swore he wasn't bothered by it, well, most of the time he wasn't. But tonight wasn't like the most and he was very bothered by all of these people around him. He just wanted to be alone with his girlfriend, but he knew that she wouldn't want to leave this party due to the 'important' people that were here.

So, he excused himself out of the group chat and beelined his way to Y/n, who was clearly faking a laugh. "Hi," he mumbled as he kissed her jaw, his hand immediately sneaking around her waist. He needed to be touching her to stay calm or he would surely lose his mind by all of this overwhelmness.

"Hi," she genuinely smiled back at him, kissing his cheek in return. "Meet Harry, my boyfriend," she introduced him to the lady she was talking to. "Harry, this is Ms. Holly, an expert-tailor for Gucci," she said regarding the lady.

Holly extended her arm to shake hands with him. Harry dreaded having to touch anyone else, but out of politeness, he did. "Of course I know him!" She exclaimed and then added a brag, "the world renowned model – Harry Styles." She wasn't really exaggerating, it was true – still a blush creeped up Harry's neck as he mumbled a small 'thank you'. She turned her head at the call of her name and muttered, "it was very nice to meet you guys," with a wide smile before walking away.

Harry, on the other hand, was getting impatient. He did not want to be near anyone else but Y/n right now. "How long is it going to take?" Was the first thing Harry asked her, moving closer to her so that their bodies were touching.

"I think we'll be having dinner soon, and should leave after that. Why?" She asked him, wrapping her hand around his bicep. "Is something wrong?" She continued when his eyes flicked away from hers.

"No, everything's fine. Just wanna go home," he muttered lowly, suddenly remembering that there were people around who had caused him to straighten his back.

Y/n understood just then that he wasn't feeling it tonight. She knew it could be hard to socialize sometimes, especially as an introvert. And, over time she had realized that Harry wasn't quick to voice his discomfort in public until he was feeling too overwhelmed.

"Okay, let's just bid our goodbyes quickly," she said, kissing his temple.

Then Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what?" He stuttered. "I can wait a little longer, I know this is important for you," he assured her.

"Well, it isn't really important for me, per se. After all, this was hosted for the new employees, and I know most of these people," she said with a slight roll of her eyes.

Harry knew that if this really was important, Y/n wouldn't be this dismissive about it and ready to leave. And, while the host was a good friend of theirs and would understand, Harry still wanted to respect her and well, it was only a matter of time now.

He'll just spend it listening to people chat and laughing every once in a while. "Its only going be a little more. We've stayed for so long, might as well stay till the end," Harry shrugged.

"Are you sure? Because I'm ready to go home," Y/n told him, feeling a little unsure when he replied with a 'yes'. "Okay, but tell me when you want to leave, yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed, pecking her lips before putting on a wide grin on seeing a couple approaching them. He knew that if he were to behave good right now, he'll be rewarded for it at the end of the night, in his bedroom that he shared with Y/n.

He brushed his uneasiness under the rug right then and there, and decided that if he's going to stay for longer, he might as well make it fun.

That's when all the sneaky touches and grazes started. Brushing up against her bum, or kissing her jaw, or spreading his legs when he sat in front of her. He knew that she was catching up with him, and he loved seeing her ignore his antics and interact professionally with the people who thought licking her ass would get them somewhere.

"Don't make me take you home, Harry," she leaned in to whisper in his ear, smiling at him later to make sure that the people around didn't think they were having any issues.

It was a warning, but Harry was suddenly feeling way too confident. He proceeded to tease her throughout the night. When it did come down to dinner, he was hoping he would get her alone but Y/n invited a couple over and decided to mingle with them instead. Now, she was doing it intentionally.

If he was going to act like a brat, then he was going to be treated like one.

He kept brushing his thigh against her, kept slipping his hand way too low on her back and even kept a hand on the inside of her thigh as they chatted and ate desert.

At the end of the night, Y/n made sure to stay as long as she could. She knew it'd frustrate Harry, but that's what he gets for acting up. "Please, need you," he whispered defeatedly in her ear, again moving closer to her in a manner that their sides touched. The rebelliousness in him was gone once he wasn't in the spotlight anymore.

A smirk pulled up on her lips, as a woman walked away from her and towards the car her husband was sitting in. "Yeah, what do you need, baby? She asked him, just filling up time knowing that he wasn't going to be 'rewarded'.

"Anything. Anything from you, I promise I'll be good," he cried silently, his hold on her hand tight as they walked to their car.

"What good will be being good now? You've been nothing but a brat for most of the night," Y/n said as a matter of fact, sitting in the driver's seat of the car as Harry slipped in the passenger side, feeling dominated and fuzzy.

"But I was also good! I waited for the night to be over, and I socialized! I was good!" Harry shifted in his seat to partially face her and insisted. "I behaved well!" Frowning, he said, feeling like he was being injusticed.

Y/n shrugged again, and Harry was feeling more and more agitated. "Who are you trying to convince, baby?" She asked, looking straight ahead at the road.

"I- but I was good!" Harry whined this time, wanting some sort of acknowledgement for his good behaviour.

"Oh? So was it me who sat with my legs spread when people were watching? Or was I brushing up against you as you talked to some people who were ecstatic to be in the same room as you? Ok, wait up – was it me who had my hand on your thigh as you sat with your new colleague on a dinner table. Well, it surely was me who's hand was slipping lower and lower down your back, wasn't it?" Y/n looked away from him once she was finished, a victorious smirk on her face as finally Harry had nothing to say.

She heard him sigh and saw from the corner of her eyes as he shifted again and sat straight this time, peeping out of the window. Just because she didn't want to push him too far, she placed her hand on his thigh, rubbing her thumb against it as they drove without any more talking, with music playing on medium volume.

Harry never once looked at her again but Y/n wasn't fazed by it. She had seen him like this before, and she wasn't going to melt at this little drama and not punish him. He was going to get what he deserved, whether good or bad.

Harry felt she was being unfair – he deserved something after that long night. Yes, he didn't behave well for the whole of night, but what about the parts when he was a good boy?

Once they reached the garage, she shifted her hand from his thigh and placed it behind his seat as she backed inside once the automatic doors opened. She didn't miss the way his head turned so quickly at the loss of her touch.

"C'mon, I can't wait to get to bed." Y/n said as she got out of the car and in that moment, Harry's stomach dropped.

He trailed behind her, feeling low because she just denied touching him but somewhere inside him, something told him that it wasn't going to be this easy. He watched the sway of her bum as she climbed the stairs ahead of him, feeling painfully hard in his pants. He was sure he had a wet patch on his underwear by now.

He sat on the bed after changing and saw as Y/n paced around the room, removing her jewelry and make up or taking down her hair and changing her clothes or putting her purse away. And, Harry's pretty sure this is the longest it has ever taken Y/n to unwind.

When finally she came to the bed, Harry couldn't help but curl around her like a little puppy. He layed his head in her lap as she went through some of her mails, making circles on her thigh with his index finger.

Y/n faked a yawn above him and made sure he realized that she had put her phone away. And just when he did, he sat up straight, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Please, mommy," he whispered, his eyes glossing over. "Need you."

That's when she knew it was go time.

"Why don't you use my thigh, baby? I'm too tired tonight to give you anything more," she said as she slipped down the bed, raising her thigh up a little.

Harry only nodded frantically, getting up on his knees to unbutton his sweats. "Keep them on, don't want the bed to get dirty," he heard her say and her slight coldness was starting to get to him as he felt more and more sensitive by each second.

"Y-yes mommy," he said before putting one of his knees on the other side of her thigh, and lowering on it. The moment he felt slight pressure on his dick, he let out a whiny noise as he built a pace, going back and forth on her thigh. His head was thrown back and somewhere, he was waiting for Y/n's hands. Anywhere, he just wanted her to touch him.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that she had picked her phone up again felt pathetic to still be grinding. But he couldn't stop himself, not when he felt so sensitive and felt like comming already. So, he used his own hands to pinch his nipples and travel on his abdomen and neck – they weren't as soft as hers but felt good nevertheless.

"Oh fuck," he breathed as his body felt hotter and his pace of rubbing increased and then broke. It was hard to keep it the same when he felt pleasure getting more intense and he kept on touching his body.

"Stop."

His hips stuttered once, but they didn't stop. "Hm- w-what?" He asked, still going.

"I said, stop. Won't say it again," Y/n said from below him, her voice stern and her phone gone.

Harry stopped, but his hips were still twitching every other second. He looked down when her hands held his hips in place, and met her furious eyes. He got off of her when she lowered her leg and watched in despair when she got off the bed.

She moved to braid her hair in front of the mirror and Harry felt like he was going to lose it. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything," Harry begged, his eyes glazed over and mind fuzzy. He was aching so badly, he just needed to release.

Y/n walked back to the bed, and offered him her hand to help him get off the bed. Her brows were raised at the corners, and her eyes had fallen into angry slits.

Harry met the floor on wobbly legs, and kept holding her hand as she took the two of them to the bathroom. He wasn't even confused, he just wanted to come.

"I'm going to punish you in front of the mirror, so you can see just how bratty and pathetic you are." Her tone was firm and slightly disapproving, as she switched on the lights.

Harry was pulsing by now, sure that he was going to burst if she even brushed against his body. "Sit." She commanded him and he slid atop the counter which had a mirror in front of it. Right now, his back was faced the mirror. "Back on that wall," Y/n ordered him again, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched him dumbly figure out the obvious position.

"Took my dumb baby too long to just sit?" She teased him, lowering her head to look at him when he looked down. "Why so shy now?" She cooed at him, raising his chin by her thumb and index finger.

"Please," he whispered again, looking at her with doe eyes and wobbly lips.

Y/n only hummed in response, brushing away the waves that had fallen and stuck on this forehead. "Begging is a good look for you," she told him, a small smile on her face as she wiped the sweat off of his skin and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'll give you one more chance to be a good boy," she said and watched his eyes light up. "Spread your legs for me."

And Harry did, very eagerly so. He turned to look at himself in the mirror on her command and saw 'just how pathetic he looked'. His cock sat on his tummy, achingly hard – its tip an angry red and beads of precum leaking from its slit.

"See, what a mess you are and I haven't even touched you once," she bragged with a proud smirk. "Looking so fucked out already," she teased, chuckling when his cheeks turned red.

"You wanted to come, right? Think you've earned it?" She asked him, her hands behind her back. She scoffed at his silence, "sure you did."

Bending towards him, she placed her hands on his thighs. "So, you will come." She said as if she had it planned all along. And before Harry could do or feel anything else, she was spitting in her hand. "Colour?" She asked, and held his cock when he mumbled "green." She gave him a few strokes before leaning further in to press a kiss right on his slit.

He hissed at the feeling, and already started bucking into her hands. "Sit still or I will stop," he heard her say and placed his bum down again, feeling overwhelmed will all the pleasure. He felt so sensitive down there, that he was ready to come already.

Y/n wrapped her mouth around his cock, and started sucking on it. She didn't go all the way down, instead pumped the length that wasn't in the mouth, with her hand. The precum kept leaking in her mouth and she kept spurting little bits of it out, watching as it slid down his girth. She was having fun, watching as he ached to move but was wise enough to not fuck up his one chance of getting a release.

She felt his thighs start to shake and his veins grow more prominent under her hold, and knew he was going to cum.

"Fuck, fuck- m-mommy, gonna cum-" he stuttered. So she sucked just a bit harder, swept a kitten lick once more on his slit and he was shooting ropes of white cum in her mouth. And, when she backed away just after a few, some of the cum went on her chin and the rest went on her hand.

Tera were slipping down Harry's cheeks as he quivered. He felt way too sensitive now but he also felt as he was electrified. Ecstasy and bliss flowed in his body at the release and he felt like he could come again just by reminiscing on the pleasure he was feeling.

But he felt too sensitive so when he opened his eyes, and saw Y/n wipe the cum off her chin and hold it out for him to lick, he did and had her finger come out clean.

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" She praised him, wiping the tears away. A little pout formed on her lips, "came so fast – barely even touched you," she said and Harry knew the pout was to mock him.

She moved away and wiped some sweat off of her own forehead. "Think I want a taste one more time, do you think you can give it to me?"

"Too sens-sensitive, mommy," Harry whispered.

"But you wanted to come baby – you thought you'd earned it!" Y/n claimed, looking at him with a surprised expression. "I think you should come once more, after all, you were so good for me all night," she shrugged with a chuckle.

Harry felt mocked and taunted and as much as he wanted to be offended, he didn't feel so. Instead, he felt blood rush to his dick yet the tip was so sensitive that the slight breath of Y/n was making him wince.

"Gonna be your g-good boy, mommy," Harry choked out.

"Cry all you want, baby– I'm starting to think you're quite enjoying this," Y/n said with her gaze settled on Harry's hard on. "Such a brat," she teased him, looking at his flushed face.

Y/n leaned in again, this time she was kneeled on the floor as she took him in all the way. His tip went a little past the back of her throat and she gagged, before pulling him out completely.

She wiped the saliva off her chin by the back of her hand as she looked up at the way he had thrown his head back. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me," she calmly ordered him.

Still looking up at him, she took his cock in her mouth again. Now, she going all the way in with every bob of her head. Saliva mixed with his precum trickled down her chin and on the marble floor as gagging and gurgling sounds filled the bathroom.

She still hadn't looked away, her eyes had glossed over and Harry felt the knot in his belly moving lower and lower. God, she was being so messy he felt like bursting at the seams.

She backed off for a minute to breath. "What was that?" She asked him when she saw his mouth move. "Can't hear you over all the noise you're making, baby," she said, taunting him again.

"So- so good mommy," Harry heaved, his lips bitten and face looking as if it was sprayed with water.

"Aw, you're out of breath! Was that too fast baby?" She laughed, getting up on her knees again. The floor below her was a bit slippery now because of her sweat and the mess she had made. She smiled when Harry chuckled and shook his head lightly before she took him in her mouth again.

She sucked on his sensitive tip for a bit before taking him in, inch by inch with each bob of her head.

"Jusus- fuck I'm gonna come again," she heard Harry groan, and increased her pace. She reached his base, the baby hair tickling her nose as she stayed like that before backing off. She took a huge breath in before going all the way down again.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat again and again, and the gurgling sounds were back. Her hand crawled up his chest before she started pinching and twisting his nipple, while her other hand played with his tight balls.

"O-oh mommy! I'm cumming, I'm cum-cumming," Harry shrieked, heaving heavily and shaking before he felt himself start to release in her mouth.

Y/n though wasn't stopping which caused the cum to dribble down her chin along with her saliva. The floor below her was covered in the mess she had made and when she finally took her mouth off of him, she had completely milked him out and immediately sat back on the floor.

"Fuck, that was good," she chuckled, breathing heavily. Some of the hair strands had fallen out of her braid, and framed her face while the white t-shirt she had been wearing was drenched in sweat and her saliva, making her boobs quite visible. "Another one, baby? Think you deserve one more?" She laughed.

Harry remained limp atop the counter, heaving with his eyes closed and a small grin on his mouth. His hair was sticking on his forehead again and lips were bitten into a sharp pink colour. "Can never earn that mouth of yours," he laughed dryly, shaking his head with all his might.

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Shy | being mr. azoff's assistant was y/n's dream job, it was just a bummer that his most beloved client seemed to hate her. - @moonchildstyles

Neglect | harrys in an unhappy marriage and didn't realize he was missing so much sunlight until y/n came in. - @moonchildstyles

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Feathery | y/n is a cupid and harry might be her soulmate. if that's even possible anyway. - @moonchildstyles

Barefoot in the Park | the enemies-to-lovers orchestra!au in which you and harry are dueling violinists competing for the same prize, but you might just win something else along the way. - @soysauceharry

CEO Harry having big crush on his brand-new employee Y/N, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 - @purplekiwis

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AUs/Tropes

(WIP — Updated July 24th, 2023 at 11:24 AM)

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AUs

Demon/Incubus!Harry

Ritual

Vanilla Lime (5 Chapters)

Hell of a Morning

Tales of the Modern Incubus (20 Chapters)

Teacher/Professor!Harry

Wildest Fantasies (17 Chapters)

Risk It

Pornstar!Harry

Money Shot

Gravity (7 Chapters)

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The Queen’s Secret (16 Chapters)

The Mean Prince (3 Chapters)

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Getaway Car (8 Chapters)

Compromised (15 Chapters)

Smitten (7 Chapters)

Doctor!Harry

Dr. Styles

The Dental Assistant (7 Chapters)

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Whatcha Doin', Step-Bro?🔞

Whatcha Doin', Step-Bro? (Prequel)🔞

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Enemies to Lovers

Harry's Home (4 Chapters) 🔞

Friends to Lovers

Best Friend’s Brother/Brother’s Best Friend

Age Gap

[stylessupremacy]

Do You Believe In Fate? 

Prompt: Harry, the ruthless CEO, doesn't believe in fate. Yet when he meets Y/n, he starts to think differently and believe he has a chance at a love that he never thought was possible.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of possible rape, Language, & Smut

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Y/n could kick herself in the ass. She was late for work again this week. From the constant working to pay off her college debt, to the late hours she stays up and studies to pass her classes - being exhausted was an understatement.

Y/n was studying to be a clothing designer. She has always enjoyed fashion even if she never had the best clothing. Most clothing she had would get thrown away or lost due to her always switching from one foster house to another.

When she finally turned eighteen, she managed to live with her friend till she could get up and on her feet. She worked for two years which allowed her enough time to save up for an apartment and pay for a little bit of her college education. Being in student debt wasn’t fun by any means, but Y/n felt bad for relying on her friend and her parents to provide for her.

The odds were against her favor today. As she quickly maneuvered her way through the sea of people Y/n seemed to hit every single crosswalk at the wrong time.

As she checked both ways to make sure there weren't any cars coming, Y/n took a step out onto the busy streets just to be quickly pulled back and hit the thing - or person - that pulled her back.

Y/n watched as a car whizzed by honking their horn at her, in return, she flipped them off. She must have overlooked the car, mistaking it for a parked car on the side of the street.

Gathering herself and turning around to thank the person who saved her life, Y/n was met with a stone-cold face. “Thank you for not letting me turn into a flapjack,” Y/n lightly chuckled, taking in the man in front of her.

He was wearing a crisp, clean suit. His face structure was beyond beautiful; defined jaw structure, puffy pink lips, a perfect nose, and the most fascinating green eyes. And his hair was out of this world, light brown, curly, and unruly.

Harry was late for work. He got back to his home around midnight last night. He was exhausted and tired. He got caught up in long overdue paperwork that needs to be done by the end of this month. Arriving home, he was so exhausted he didn’t even eat. He went straight to his room, discarded his clothes, and literally fell into bed from his tiredness.

Never setting an alarm, he didn’t wake up till his secretary was calling him asking if he had a meeting she didn’t know about. Tiredly he explained the situation, quickly got ready and was making his way to work.

As he was waiting for the crosswalk to switch, he watched as the girl in front of him was about to go. She obviously missed the car that was going well over the speed limit but stepped out onto the street nonetheless.

Harry quickly placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back making her hit his chest. He was in a pissed-off mood for already being late, but as everybody watch the poor girl almost get hit by a car and did nothing about it that made him even madder.

The man huffed - keeping his stone-cold exterior the same - “Be more careful next time and that won’t happen.” The crosswalk light must have changed because before Y/n could reply back he blended in as he walked with the rest of the crowd across the street leaving Y/n puzzled by his response.

Why would he be kind enough to save her, yet be a dick to her when she just tries to tell him thank you in a joking manner? Y/n shrugged it off and continued her fast walk or light jog to work.

As Y/n quickly rushed into the small restaurant, sending her boss and business owner an apologetic smile. “It’s fine. Just hurry up and get punched in,” the older woman waved off knowing the situation she was in and was very understanding about it.

-

Y/n’s shift finished at the restaurant and she quickly made her way over to the pub since she was waitressing tonight. Throughout her shift at the restaurant and walking over to the pub - she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who saved her. He was a breath of fresh air but an arrogant son of a bitch. But what bothered her the most was how mad he got her.

Since it was Friday evening, Y/n got to work straight away and started taking orders. She got to deal with flirty men who were drunk off their asses or the older men trying to hit on her. Most of the time those customers left a hefty tip which Y/n always appreciated, but she hated how she felt like she was using her body to help earn her money, even though she wasn’t.

Quickly serving a couple their mixed drinks and told them to holler at her if they needed anything. She quickly made her way over to the new customers that just walked in.

Y/n’s breath hitched as she saw the same man from earlier today who saved her. He was sitting at the table with two other men who were already looking at her up and down. All three of the men dressed to the max in expensive-looking suits.

“What can I get started for you guys?” Y/n asked pen and pad of paper at the ready. It wasn’t until she spoke that Harry looked up from the drink menu he was looking at. His stomach dropped straight to his ass.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her today. He was so fascinated with her the moment he laid eyes on her. He immediately regretted getting pissed off at her when she was just trying to tell him thank you but was too embarrassed to stick around after his outburst, so he took off before she could reply.

Y/n wrote down their order and turned to Harry who was now looking at her, “And what can I get you?” Harry cleared his throat, “A scotch please.” So he does have manners, Y/n thought to herself. She fulfilled their order and gave it to them, continuing on with her work shift.

Throughout her shift, she kept stealing glances over at the table filled with the three men. Noticing how the one from earlier didn’t really seem to be engaging in conversation with the other two, he seemed lost in thought or something was on his mind.

A deep clearing of somebody’s throat caught Y/n’s attention from where she was helping the bartender clean up by putting away the drinkware. Y/n looked up to see the man from earlier this morning.

Confused, she straightened up, “Can I help you?” She questioned, confusion written on her face. The group already paid their bill and his two other friends left, leaving him the only customer in the pub.

Not hearing or noticing the presence of the customer, the bartender spoke, “I’m going to go. Will you be alright closing up?” Y/n agreed knowing it wasn’t a big deal since she's done it before.

Watching the bartender leave, she turned her attention back to the mystery man. “I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you earlier. There was no reason for me to respond like that and I’m sorry,” He spoke fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

Harry wasn’t sure why he felt nervous. He was actually quite the opposite of nervous all the time but something was fascinating about this girl in front of him. She made him nervous.

“It’s fine,” Y/n dismissed him quickly, finishing her task at hand without batting an eye at him. She made her way over to the tables and started to clean up. Noticing he was still standing there she turned around to face the mysterious man, “We’re closed now. So if you would mind leaving so I could finish up, I would greatly appreciate it.”

Shutting the door behind her and making sure it was locked Y.n was firmly pressed up against it. The man caught her wrist as she tried to push him off of her - he was much stronger than she was.

“Let go of me!” Y/n struggled underneath the man. “Just let me make you feel good,” the man slurred into her ear. The stench of alcohol coming out of his pores. “No! No, I don’t want this,” She spoke, getting worried as he started leaving wet sloppy kisses on her.

Continuing her struggle of getting the drunken man to let her go, she watched as a figure came up and slammed him to the ground. “Do you fucking not understand the word no? She clearly didn’t want you touching her,” the same voice from the pub rang through the air - the guy she just kicked out twenty minutes or so.

“What’s it matter to you,” the drunk slurred. “Because she didn’t consent to it. You forced yourself up onto her and when she told you no you didn’t budge. Women are not prey, they deserve respect. Clearly, you don’t know what that is.”

“People like you should be in jail.” With that final statement, he sent one swift punch to his face. Hearing a sickening crack and blood pour out of his nose, he didn’t give a flying fuck.

Y/n was astonished watching the man in front of her. Watching as he turned around, his eyes softened as they met hers, “Are you alright?” Y/n brushed herself off, “I was just fine. I didn’t need your help anyways.”

As she walked away she could hear his footsteps quickly jogging up to meet up with her. “Well it didn’t look like you were fine,” he quickly huffed out, getting slightly agitated with her. “I’ve dealt with people like that before and I could have again. Why were you even near the area? I kicked you out twenty minutes ago at least,” Y/n said continuing her walk along the dimly lit streets towards her apartment.

Shoving his hands in his pocket he shrugs, “Not really sure. I feel like a total prick for the way I spoke to you earlier so I wanted to stick around and talk to you.”

Harry knew deep down she was different from all the other girls. All the girls he hooked up with just wanted his sex or money, sometimes even both. Yet the girl in front of him didn’t force herself onto him like most.

-

“H- Harry, feels so good,” The girl moaned, gripping the sheets tighter as Harry pounded into her.

Harry kept pounding into the girl not really listening to her moans at all. He was just focusing on making himself feel good and forgetting about the stress he accumulated from work. It was hard and a lot of work being the CEO of the most well-known marketing firms and richest people alive.

Harry’s breath hitched and his thrusts became more inconsistent as the knot in his stomach grew stronger. The girl clenched around his cock and she came down from her high and that was just enough to send Harry over the edge.

While the girl was still laying in bed catching her breath from the best sex she ever had in her life - Harry was tieing the used condom and throwing it in the trash. “Where are you going?” The girl questions hazily - still a little dazed from their previous activities. Hastily buttoning his dress shirt he replies gruffly, “Going home.”

As he grabbed his suit jacket she spoke, “Same time tomorrow?” Harry just stared at her dumbfounded, “Of course not.” The girl gasped dramatically. Before she could even make a comeback, Harry swiftly shut the door on her not giving a fuck.

-

Harry never has had a relationship before. Everybody he's met has used him in some way or another. He’ll only give into it to take care of his needs in the bedroom.

Seeing how Y/n acted made him believe there are good people out there who won’t just use him to get his money. He was taking that chance with Y/n.

From the moment he laid eyes on her to the moment she made that corny joke, he knew deep down he wanted to give her a chance. “It’s really okay. You were probably late for work like I was,” she chuckled, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I’m Y/n, by the way,” she smiled. Harry gave a curt nod, “Harry.”

“So are you just going to follow me home so you can stalk me?” Y/n chuckled nervously. The atmosphere wasn’t awkward or anything, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable situation to be in.

Earning a chuckle from Harry, “Figured I may as well walk you home to make sure you're safe.” She chuckled, “Un huh, sure.” Harry’s laugh was contagious, she also may or may not have found it really adorable.

“Well this is my place,” Y/n said as she came up on her apartment number. As Harry walked her home they held conversation like they knew each other for years, when in reality they didn’t.

“Thanks for walking me home Harry. And for saving my ass as well,” she chuckled, “But I have to get going, I have to do some homework before I go to bed,” she chuckled.

“It’s no problem. I’ll see you around,” Harry spoke and gave a small nod.

He was acting like a teenager who thought a girl was cute. Damn straight he had a crush because she was the most breathtaking girl he's ever laid eyes on. He was majorly head over heels for her when he barely knew him for twenty-four hours.

The two bid their goodbyes - Y/n walked into her apartment and Harry made his way out of the apartment complex with a skip in his step and a boyish grin on his face.

As Harry walked home that night he thought of ways he could try and ask Y/n out on a date. He’s never been so over the moon with a girl before, but there was something about Y/n that sparked something inside of him.

He’s never felt this way before so he doesn’t know how he's supposed to act. He spent most of his night lying awake thinking about Y/n. He didn’t sleep much, not being able to get her off his mind.

-

Nerves ran through Harry as he approached Y/n’s apartment door. He doesn’t know why he's nervous - maybe it's because he was going to ask Y/n out on a date, or maybe it was because he hasn’t been on an actual date nor asked anybody out like this before.

Holding the bouquet of sunflowers in his left hand, he gently knocked on her door with his right. Harry waited for a response and took in the surroundings of where she lived.

Her apartment complex was long overdue for a needed touch-up. It made him wonder what the inside of her apartment looked like.

Not that he thought Y/n would keep it a mess but was it even safe to live in considering the outside of it? Plus her apartment complex wasn’t in the best neighborhood.

Receiving no answer he tried again, maybe Y/n didn’t hear him. His second attempt at knocking received no answer.

Hopping into his car, Harry went downtown to check the pub she was working at last night. She could possibly be working considering it was a Saturday and it can be a happening place downtown.

Parking in the street and looking through the pub’s glass windows, he could see Y/n waiting on a table. Her beautiful long locks were held back by the same sunflower clip she had in yesterday, she had rings and a few bracelets adoring her fingers and arms. Harry thought it added a nice touch to her flawless skin.

Leaving the flowers in the car, Harry made his way into the pub grabbing a seat at one of the empty high-top tables that sat two.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Y/n chirped once she spotted Harry. “What? Am I not allowed to come down to the pub for a few drinks and snacks on a Saturday evening?” Harry mused with a small smile tugging his lips. “Maybe I want to watch the football game or something.”

“You don’t seem like a sports kind of guy,” she chuckled. “You got me,” he smiled.

Harry requested water and an appetizer, hoping the food could help the knot in his stomach dwindle down.

Y/n took notice of Harry's attire - he wasn’t in an expensive-looking suit like he was the day prior, he was sporting simple cotton shorts and a tee with a button-down over it. Her jaw dropped when she noticed the Gucci tag on the shorts.

How much money does this man have? He couldn’t have been much older than her - but yet he probably didn’t have any setbacks like her and was able to get in and out of school fast.

Continuing her work of taking orders and serving the customers, she kept a close eye on Harry. She watched as he would check the sparkling gold watch on his left wrist or pull out the newest iPhone model to quickly type back to someone.

The whole entire time Harry was there he just drank water and ate his food, only getting up to use the restroom.

Nearing the end of her shift, Harry waved Y/n over and requested his bill. She started to place the receipt down, but Harry just handed her his sleek black American Express credit card.

“Just put it on this love,” Y/n nodded and went to take care of his bill. She was used to the nickname ‘love’ considering they were in the heart of London where the British men loved to toss that word around.

Y/n handed him the final receipt and started cleaning up her other tables so she could head home. She made a pit stop at Harry's table to grab his receipt and dishes knowing that was her last table. She noticed the abnormal tip he left and questioned it, “I think you missed a decimal place, Harry.”

Harry just shook his head and continued gathering his things, “I don’t think I did.” “Then why are you giving me such a hefty tip?” She questioned, clear confusion written on her face.

“Am I not allowed to be generous?” Harry spoke, a certain edge to his voice. Y/n shook her head, “I appreciate your generosity, but I’m not some charity case.” “Never said you were. Figured you could use the extra money.”

With that, he left and headed to her apartment to allow himself time to cool down as he waited for her with the bouquet of flowers that were slowly wilting. The flowers were in desperate need of some water from sitting in Harry’s car all day.

Y/n clocked out, grabbed her stuff, and made her way to her apartment. As she walked she searched for the name ‘Harry’ to see if she could find anything about this man. But what she found blew her mind. The Harry that’s talking to her is the fucking multi billionaire who is a fucking CEO of his own company.

He was the owner of Styles & Co. Most people feared this man, he was known as ruthless and cold-hearted. Why was he giving her the time of day?

Walking up the stairs to her level she was met with Harry standing outside her door with flowers. “What are you doing here Mr. Styles?” Her voice was firm meaning she meant business. “You know you aren’t my charity case-” Y/n cut him off immediately, “So what I’m just somebody you think needs money?”

This made Harry scoff, “You figured out who I am finally,” he chuckled.

“You know most women I met always just want me for my money - not you. I think you’re beautiful, kind, funny, smart, you name it. If I’m being honest you interest me.” Harry spoke, nothing but the truth coming out of his mouth.

“I figured since you work two jobs that means you're probably in some financial trouble and just thought I could help.” Y/n sat there, not really sure what she was feeling at this point. She’s never experienced somebody actually caring for her like Harry is confessing to.

“I noticed you had a sunflower phone case and sunflower hair clip yesterday. Kind of figured you liked sunflowers,” Harry handed the flowers which she took thankfully. “I never believed I would ever be able to find someone who actually cared about me instead of my money nor have I had somebody actually decline my money,” he chuckled with no emotion behind it. “But I guess I was wrong.” Turning on his heels he started to walk away.

Y/n hurriedly grabbed him by the arm, “I’m sorry I was a bitch. I really didn’t know you had the money until I kind of searched you up cause I see your last name everywhere,” she lightly chuckled. “Just so you know, I’m not some gold digger nor do I want to ever become one, but I do appreciate the tip. I actually could use it.”

Harry listened with a smug smile on his face. “Would you want to go on a date with me?” Harry blurted out not being able to contain it any longer.

Y/n chuckled, “I assume that’s why you brought the flowers?” “Maybe or maybe it was because of your hair clip and phone case.” Harry shrugged nonchalantly.

Y/n’s face heated up realizing this man wasn’t playing around, “Nobody has ever paid that much attention to me.” Finally making eye contact and a smile formed on her lips, “To answer your question I would love to go on a date with you.”

Harry did a silly little celebratory dance that made Y/n giggle, “You want to come inside and have a glass of wine with me?” Harry nodded, “That would be lovely.”

Harry knew from the minute he laid eyes on her to the minute he beat the crap out of the guy trying to assault Y/n, he knew she was the one. She didn’t like Harry for his money - she truly liked him for who he is.

Harry was never one to believe in fate. But deep down, he knew Y/n was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. From her corny jokes to her stubbornness - she was the one he wanted and needed.

Harry believes in fate now because if he wasn’t late for work, he wouldn’t have saved her from getting run over. If his business partners hadn’t suggested they went to that pub, he wouldn’t have had the chance to tell her sorry. If he didn’t stick around, he wouldn’t have kicked the dude’s ass and walked her home.

Now he was sharing a glass of wine with Y/n in her kitchen watching as she fumbled with the pots and pans trying to not burn her apartment down. She’s cursing like a sailor but it doesn’t matter to Harry because she’s real. Not some stuck-up bitch who wants his money.

Y/n was Harry’s saving grace - whether they both knew it or not. He finally found somebody who he found attractive and caring - and Y/n found somebody who gave her the time of day. She was the love of his life - and he was the love of her life.

[sunflowerkissess]

father’s day on tour | london II

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request:

— hey, i loved the fic about mateo getting carsick on the way to coachella! but i was wondering if you could do something about him and the family actually being in coachella!i think it'd be really cute to get to see his coachella outfits or a little scene between him and lizzo!!!

summary: mateo and y/n treating harry breakfast in bed for father's day as well as cute as hell fluff backstage before harry has another concert

word count: 8.4k+

warnings: language, fluff, cuteness overload, mentions of rude toxic fans, mentions of smut

note: i changed it from coachella to london night 2 since i didn't have any idea of what do to for coachella. idk if it has to do with it being two months or what, but it decided fathers day because i just think it's fucking cute of harry having a kid and that kid spoiling his daddy on father's day for being an amazing father, god i'll give this man a million kids dude and i was on my period when writing this (tmi!), but still i'll give this man a million children dude. and sorry this took too long to come out, family stuff and my grandma being home after her hip surgery so i'm helping her as much as i can. and i know that it's late and is now july when this will be out but i had really bad writer's block but im back!

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated!

Enjoy!

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While both Y/N and Mateo are bummed about not doing their usual 'Father's day' routine with Harry like they were able to do in Italy last year with Harry filming My Policeman, but they get to be there with him on the road like they were able to last year when Love on Tour started. Helping Sarah with cooking backstage for Harry and the band before the concert began. Something she did when helping Sarah during One Direction, writing a few new recipes for her cafe when Sarah brought up something new to try out. She even helped when she was pregnant with Mateo and Harry wanted her to relax, not wanting her to get hurt by doing too much, to tire herself out. But she'd tell him she'll 'take a break in a minute' and for Harry 'to take lay down for a bit and she'd join him in a few' because of the constant traveling and no breaks the boys were able to take.

However, Harry would pull her away from overworking herself so she wouldn't raise her blood pressure and have dizzy spells that she's gotten before when she was working on paperwork for her cafe. He'd always run her baths that would relax her muscles and wash her hair, talk to her while she was about to fall asleep in the soapy water. He asked her to promise him that after Mateo is born and if they were to have any more kids, that she'll take it easy, not to overwork herself — to get him when she needed something, not that she can get things on her own, he just wanted to be able to take care of her as much as he could so she wouldn't cause anything to happen to her or the baby.

So, when she figured out that she was pregnant with their second child, she and Harry were ecstatic about their new expansion to their family after trying for a couple of years. Mateo was excited too about having a younger sibling for him to help take care of his sibling and to look out for when they're older. And she kept to her promise of taking it easy and getting Harry for help when she needed it, taking breaks when she needed it and didn't overwork herself, Harry helped her with the paperwork she needed for the cafe — and he helped around the cafe when they were in the UK — and just doing everything that she needed to do for herself and the baby that was advised by the doctor that traveled with them on tour.

However, a bump in the road popped up when the due date for their baby was brought up. Y/N was due to have their baby in November and that's when Harry would be almost done with his shows in California, but then would be going to begin his South American leg of tour. This made Y/N and Harry terribly upset, neither of them wanted him to miss the birth of his second child and be there for his wife to help her along with her contractions. Pressing soft kisses to her sweaty skin with his eyes closed tightly to hold back the tears that were burning his eyes hearing and seeing his wife crying about the pain that was coursing through her veins. Talking to her softly, about anything to get a weak laugh or smile out of her, rubbing the back of her hand reassuringly.

Helping her along with the labor of their child, letting her squeeze his hand as hard as she could to put all her strength into his hand and nails into the flesh of his skin. Softly encouraging her as she sobbed that she can't do it, how much pain she's in, begging for him to make it stop. Hearing her blame him for doing to her and cursing at him through bated breath.

Harry promised her when she broke down in his dressing room backstage on the couch, kneeled down in front of her. Rubbing his hands up and down her arms with his hair matted with sweat from all the dancing he did, his heart squeezing in pain from seeing the love of his life upset about the possibility of him not being there. He gave her small hands in his and lifted them up to his soft pink lips and pressed multiple kisses to the back of them, his green eyes looking into tear filled ones. Her sniffles filling in the silence as the couple stare at each other with love.

"I promise, Y/N. I will be there; I wouldn't miss the birth of our child in the world. I'll cancel the show if you were to go into labor and hop on a plane as fast as I can. I won't let you be in that delivery room and deliver that baby alone. I promise, m'heart."

There was already a plan made when Y/N and Mateo were to go back to the UK in her trimester since it'd be difficult and risky for her to fly place to place. Anne and Y/N's mum were going to come to the couple's home and help the pregnant woman around the house.

For now, though, they've got five more months to go to be together before her due date. Enough time to be together on tour and go to spend time with her son and husband (something she's still getting used to calling Harry, but the new name to call him when talking about him sends shivers and a heat flooding her cheeks when she says 'my husband' or 'yeah, my husband does the exact same thing').

Plus, she can help Mateo with his schoolwork since he's being homeschool with being on the road on tour and because of his parents being worried about him catching it at school. So, he's being homeschooled for the time being until Y/N and Harry decide it's time for him as well as safe. And in the case of Mateo, he's more excited to be on the road than being stuck at home without his daddy being there with him and his mummy. He loved seeing his parents kiss and be affectionate in front of him, even though he gags at the sight of them giving a simple kiss, it still made him happy to see his parents in love and happy together. And after Mateo would gag, Y/N and Harry would break apart and look at him with beaming smiles and attack him with tickles and kisses all over his face. Mateo's giggles got louder and louder and breathless as he tried to catch his breath from all the laughing that was escaping his mouth from his parents' endless tickling and kisses that they were giving him all over his face.

Also, he got to wear matching outfits with his mummy and daddy, something that he wanted to happen ever since they were on the road last year for Love on Tour for Harry's North America leg of the tour. He was envious of his parents' matching outfits for each show and how the fans got excited to see their favorite couple matching and being cute together from the interactions that he would give him. As well as Mateo, who was wearing cute casual clothes that Y/N picked out from him to wear for the show.

But he wanted to match his daddy, but his little mini me even more with the matching outfits. Fans who've seen Mateo, haven't posted a picture of the five to six year old during the duration of the U.S. leg of tour, but have talked about how cute he was watching his daddy dance on stage with a beaming smile on his face and clapping along. As well as dancing, even though he had those noise-canceling headphones over his ears so his eardrums wouldn't be damaged from the loud instruments booming through the venue.

So, after pleading and begging to his uncle Lambert to have matching outfits with his mummy and daddy. Following the stylist around and begging constantly and nonstop, making either Harry or Y/N get their son with a soft smile and an apology sent to Lambert. Harry Lambert just shook his head with a gentle smile and told them that it was no big deal and he promised Mateo that he'll see what he can do.

And when Coachella came around in April of that year with Harry headlining both weekends of the festival, Mateo was ecstatic that he had matching outfits with his mummy and daddy. And not only for Coachella but for Love on Tour as well. So far, most of his outfits are an exact replica of his parents. Down to the matching shoes, his outfits from Coachella weekend one and two was a slight hint as to what was to come with this new era with adidas for this tour. For weekend one, he wore black adidas with white stripes on the sides and for weekend two he wore custom made silver adidas with white stripes on the sides as well.

Back to Y/N and Mateo being on the road with Harry now, she loves taking Mateo to places to visit in the places Harry's touring when Harry and the band are off for the day or before the concert starts if there's concerts back-to-back or just one.

Her and Harry always made those days about Mateo and taking him to new places or places he's been too during Harry's first tour or when they were taking Mateo on a trip to new places to see instead of being in the house. However, Mateo doesn't remember most since he was too young to remember what the places were, or he did remember when they went somewhere when he was at the age where he'll start remembering stuff.

During May eighth, Mother's day, Mateo and Harry had devoted the whole day to Y/N. Giving her a favorite breakfast for her during her pregnancy that's healthy for her and the baby. And a meal that was her favorite from her pregnancy with Mateo. Apple pancakes, strawberry smoothie, and some of her favorite fruits decorating the pancakes with her favorite syrup. During the day, they went to Anne's so Harry could wish his mother a 'happy mother's day' along with Gemma and their siblings. Anne rubbing Y/N's belly as she asked how the little love bug is doing and how Y/N is doing. After spending a few hours at Anne's house, the three of them head to Y/N's parents' house to wish her mother a 'happy mother's day' and spend time there like they did at Anne's.

Mateo also gave Y/N, his nana, and grandma (Y/N's mum) homemade cards that he made himself along with cute little crafts that he did himself, with some help from Harry since some parts of the craft got a little too hard for him. Making Harry's mini me get frustrated and call him daddy for him. Harry gives Y/N a gift that he and Mateo get to a jewelry store to get, Y/N getting onto him for spending money on her when he doesn't need to.

But he says that she's his wife and the mother of his babies and she deserves all the love and everything that comes to being an amazing mother and wife. It was a silver diamond necklace with a heart and in the center were her and Harry's birthstones with Mateo's birthstone, a blue sapphire being connected to them aligned to Y/N's and their baby's birthstone being next to Mateo's. The citrine being completely different from the dark blue that was Mateo's and because the baby is due in November.

Now it's Harry's time to have this day dedicated to him like him and Mateo did for her. It's his day for two reasons. One, it's a concert night. Two, it's father's day and Harry deserves everything for being an amazing father and husband.

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"Then put one there, then there," Y/N instructed Mateo in the kitchen of the hotel suite that they were staying in London, England for his Wembley show that's on Father's day. They were making Harry breakfast in bed as well as breakfast for themselves before making Harry breakfast, knowing that he'd have a fit knowing that they put his breakfast before theirs.

So now here they are, dirty dishes from their breakfast in the sink to be cleaned later on after Harry's done with his breakfast and finished staying in bed with Harry. For breakfast, they're making chocolate chip pancakes with a side of hashbrowns and a sunny side up egg (making Y/N gag at the horrid smell of eggs, always pregnant or not. Eggs have a horrible smell to them, any type of way). And now they're placing Harry's favorite fruits on whipped cream to make a heart along with a handmade card from Mateo and a gift from Y/N and Mateo in the tray that was sitting on the white marble countertop.

Mateo giggled as he got some whipped cream on his finger after placing down the second to last fruit down on the dot of whipped cream that was acting like glue to keep the piece of fruit in its place, even though some of the whipped cream is already melting and the fruit sliding down the delicious pancakes it was perfect to them and to Harry when he sees it. A breakfast in bed from the two people in his life that love him dearly and are spending the whole day with him (like always) and spending father's day with him and telling him how glad they are that Mateo is his father and how amazing he is as a father.

Y/N giggled at her silly son's actions as he stared down at the tasty whipped cream that was on his finger, his cute frog pajamas with dry batter on them from when he was helping Y/N stir the pancake batter and stirred a little too hard and got some batter on his cute little pajamas as well as some in his chestnut curls that he inherited from his handsome father.

He was mostly upset about his curls, crying about how in the world he was going to get his hair styled like his daddy during a show now with pancake batter in his curls from stirring hard. Y/N, covered in pancake batter as well. One of her old mint green maternity sleep sets that she kept from her pregnancy with Mateo, she gave some of her maternity clothes to Sarah during her pregnancy with her and Mitch's son. Her baby bump showed more and more, making Mateo and Harry excited to see that bump. Mateo presses his face against the stretch skin and talks to the growing baby in the womb. Telling it (since they don't know the gender of the baby just yet) about his day and stories that he made up with his imagination and on the spot. Talking about how excited he is that he's going to be a big 'bwother' and can't wait to see them, and mummy and daddy can't wait to see them either.

And Harry would talk to the baby before he goes on stage, in the shower, in the morning when they're just waking up, during breakfast, lunch, dinner, going to bed. Basically, anytime Harry was around Y/N and that growing baby bump that housed their second child

Mateo looked at his mother with his green eyes full of curiosity as to why his mother is laughing at him and what to do about the whipped cream that is on his finger and sliding down from being melted on the hot pancake that is resting on the plate. Y/N giggled breathlessly before placing down the fruit that she was holding on the last dot of melted whipped cream that was on the delicious pancakes before them, making Y/N's stomach grumble with hunger even though she just ate and so did Mateo. But the amazing smell of pancakes kept wafting towards her nose as well as the sweet smell of whipped cream and the fruits that were decorating the delicious breakfast before them.

"Honey, you want to know something?" She asked her son, a smile growing unconsciously as she looked down at her son. Immediately Mateo's green eyes lit up in excitement and bounced on his feet lightly and clapped his hands together, making sure not to get whipped cream anywhere else on his hands or dirty pajamas that'll be cleaned before they head out to the stadium. A smile stretching across his little face, dimples cratering the corners of his lips and a gap where he lost his first tooth. The first tooth being one of his front teeth, but it was still adorable to see him smile with a missing tooth.

Telling Y/N and Harry that their little boy is growing up, which is breaking their hearts. Because like every parent, they don't want their eldest to grow up and still be little forever, unfortunately that can't happen, and every kid grows up and needs their own independence. They will grant Mateo as he gets older and not control what he does or doesn't do in his life, just as long as it's nothing too serious and gets him in serious trouble.

"What, what, what, tell me mummy. Tell me!" Mateo babbled excitedly, cute giggles leaving his lips as he looked up at his mother to see what she wanted to tell him. Needing to know the secret that his mum is about to tell him before heading back into his parents' bedroom to wake his snoring father with breakfast in bed and to open presents for father's day.

Y/N's smile seeming to grow wider and she sneakily as well as quickly got a small amount of whipped cream on the tip of her finger, excitement bubbling in her belly at the cute moment that was about to ensue after she puts the dot on whipped cream that was on the tip of her finger onto her son's little nose. A picture to take for a memory for her and Harry to reminisce on when Mateo gets older.

Y/N jumped a little when she felt one of her son's cold hands grab onto hers and tug at it gently, getting impatient of waiting to see what his mother was going to tell or show him.

"Muuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy, c'mon tellllllllllll meeeeeeeeee." Mateo drew out along with tugging lightly on her hand and jumping up and down on the pads of his feet. His slight lisp made it even more adorable than annoying (even though their son isn't annoying at all).

"Okay, okay, okay. Hold on, you impatient little bugger." Y/N chortled at her son's impatientness before doing a small little prank on her son for giggles before heading to her and Harry's room to start off father's day for them with a wonderful breakfast in bed in bed for Harry. It was a quick move that she did with her hand that had the finger that had the dot of whipped cream on her finger and booped her unexpecting son's nose and placed the cold cream on Mateo's little nose.

Y/N was holding her laughter back by pressing her lips together tightly, but her chest jumped the laughing that was trying to escape her mouth. Mateo crossed his green eyes to look at the whipped cream that was sitting on the end of his nose, it being a cute sight to see her curious son trying to see what she just placed on his little nose. There was an even cuter sight when the six year old stuck out his tongue to get the whipped cream off his nose but failed when his tongue only reached the bottom of his nose. His green eyes not being able to be seen with how hard he's trying to see and get the whipped cream that was resting on his nose.

"Mumma!" Mateo exclaimed quietly, looking at his mummy for help. His green eyes now are in view and not crossed anymore. The whipped cream on the tip of his nose is not his top priority now, because now it's for his mummy to help him get the whipped cream off.

Growing a little bit frustrated from not being able to get it off.

His green eyes full of frustration and pleading for his mother to help him, which made Y/N giggle a little at their son acting just like his father. The six year old has exactly got his father's dramatic side and this is exactly how to prove it with a million other moments to prove that the six year old has inherited, not only his father's genetics, but his personality as well as his attitude.

Y/N chortled once more before reaching down and swiping her thumb against the tip of his little nose to get rid of the sweet mixture that people love to have on their desert or to have a snack on. Mateo followed her thumb with furrowed brows as he stared at his mother's thumb.

"What did you do that for, mummy?" Mateo inquired, looking at his mummy with his little brows still furrowed and his lips formed into a pout along with his face furrowed in confusion as to why his mummy did that. What was the purpose of doing that for him and if that was what she wanted to show or tell him?

"It was something fun, sweetheart. Just a little fun to do when you're done cooking or making the meal that you were going to do. So, I put some on your little nose," She explained, booping his little nose. Smiling when Mateo scrunched it up and scrunched his eyes closed. God, he's fucking adorable. She moves her hand from his nose and lightly grabs the one by his side that had the smidge of whipped cream on the tip of his finger, Mateo opening his eyes and staring at his mother in even more confusion as to what she's doing.

"Look, you do it to me so you could see what mummy is talking about." She volunteered herself for a demonstration so that her son could see what she did to him and that he could understand what she did prior. She bent down as much as she could with the ever-growing baby bump and being cautious of said bump. Once she was eye level with Mateo, feeling Mateo's curious gaze still on her as to what's about to happen. She continued to instruct the six year old on what to do, getting his finger that had the whipped cream on it and moved his finger closer to her nose and transferred the heavy cream from Mateo's finger to her nose.

A chill going down her spine as she felt the cold mixture hit her nose, that is scrunched up as well, and a smile growing on her face as she watched Mateo's confused expression on his face turn into one that is finding something humorous. Dimples cratering the ends of his lips as a big grin stretched across his lips and his green eyes closed as cute little giggles escaped his mouth. His finger jolted with the laughter that was echoing throughout the kitchen of the suite that they were staying in.

Y/N joined in on her son's laughter, who couldn't when their child was being adorable and found what his mother showed him was funny. Her and Harry always joined in on their son's laughter, knowing what he found funny or not, because it was cute and a glad feeling that their son was happy and found whatever it was funny.

She moved his finger away from her whipped cream covered nose, going crossed eyed for a moment to see that the mixture was still on her nose. The sight of his mummy going crossed-eyed like he did prior was something that made the boy laugh even more, taking in deep breaths to calm himself down and to catch his breath. Y/N turns her attention back to the six year old and rubs his back with laughter of her own escaping her lips.

After calming the six year old and Y/N was standing to her full height once again, Mateo looked at her with hopeful eyes and clasped his hands together in a pleading way and bounced on his feet while Y/N wiped the whipped cream off her nose. "We need to start heading to wake daddy up for breakfast and presents, to wish him a 'happy father's day' bub." Y/N informed the chestnut curled boy by her side in the kitchen, throwing the dirty napkin away before turning her attention to the tray that was sitting on the counter.

But she was taken aback by the whine that escaped Mateo's lips and a pout once again, replacing that happy grin that was stretched across his lips. Worry panged Y/N's heart as she worried about what was making her son whine. Did he already have another loose tooth that they didn't know of till now because it's bugging him? Or is it something else that's bugging him? Sick? Headache? Tiredness?

The possibilities are endless when having a kid, not knowing what's wrong and going through their head till it's brought to the parents' attention by a whine, grumble, anger, crying, etcetera.

Y/N placed her hands on her son's shoulders, rubbing them reassuringly and searching his moss eyes and face to see what was wrong. Mateo looked back at his mummy with his lips still pouting as he looked at his mother with the continued pleading look for his mother to give him attention, which she is giving him right now to see what was wrong and what she can do to help him.

"What is it, honey? What's wrong? Tell mummy." Y/N urged, looking into his son's moss eyes. Mateo looked into his mother's eyes for a brief moment before looking at the bowl that had held the cold whipped cream that Y/N made early in the morning for Harry's father's day's breakfast. Y/N followed her son's gaze and raised a brow in curiosity. Wondering why Mateo is looking at the bowl of whipped cream before looking back at the six year old, who hasn't broken his gaze from the bowl.

"What do you want, Mateo? Tell mummy." Y/N urged him softly, trying to get him to tell her and not do what he did when he was three to four. Just pointing and humming at what he wanted or wanted his parents to see that caught his attention. They were able to get Mateo to open up with time and patience on getting Harry's mini me on opening up and telling them what he wants and doesn't want instead of just pointing at what he wants or wants his parents to see.

And it worked, but there's sometimes where Mateo would go back to his old ways. Having Y/N, Harry, or any family or close friends coax him into telling them what he wants.

Mateo took a deep breath in and out and opened his mouth to tell his mummy what he wanted. "Don't wanna wake up daddy yet, wanna plwy with the whipped cweam." He lisped out, pointing to the bowl. His moss eyes glazed with tears and his bottom lip trembled as he looked at his mother, knowing that giving her and his daddy this look would get him what he wanted and used it to his advantage to get out of trouble or like now to get what he wants.

The sight, even though she should be used to seeing, still sends a pang of hurt and pain through her heart seeing her little bub being sad for not getting what he wants. Meaning yes, the six year old is spoiled and he still gets in time out when he does something that he's not supposed to do.

Being spoiled doesn't mean he gets off scotch free.

"Mummy, please. Please." The six year old whined to his mother, tears threatening to spill down his face if he doesn't get what he wants. Sending a knife to her heart at his hurt looks as if she told him that Santa Clause isn't real. And she doesn't want to say no because then Mateo would be upset for the rest of the day and wouldn't want to celebrate father's day after being put in time out.

Once again... spoiled.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep sigh in through her nose and out her mouth. "This is going to be such a fucking mess to clean up." Y/N thought in her head, but she was already set on a decision and that was letting her son play with the rest of the whipped cream before they headed into her and Harry's room.

Y/N opened her eyes to look at Harry's mini me and gave him a small smile and squeezed his shoulder's reassuringly and spoke. "Alright, we can have fun with whipped cream before waking up daddy. But before we do, we need to clean our hands." The way that Mateo's facial features changed from a sadden, pleading look to one of excitement and happiness. The tears disappeared from his moss eyes and his once pouty lips turned into a huge grin.

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Mateo cheered, bouncing on his feet in excitement. Making Y/N feel her heartbeat happily at how joyful her son could turn and be his usual self that makes everyone happy by seeing him be happy.

Y/N grew a matching smile on her lips and stood up to her full height, combing her fingers through her son's chestnut curls. "Our little joyful, cheerful bub." She smiled, making Mateo giggle at her words before chanting once more. "Whipped cweam, whipped cweam, whipped cweam."

"I know, I know, Mateo. Mummy's getting it." Y/N laughed. She collected some whipped cream on the tip of her finger and immediately booped Mateo on his little nose to get the cold mixture on his nose. Making Mateo giggle and close his green eyes and scrunch up his nose, making Y/N giggle at the sight and grab the bowl and lower it down for Mateo to put his fingers in.

"Now, it's your turn bub." Y/N told him, Mateo immediately opened his eyes and squealed in happiness and didn't wait for a minute to get his little fingers in the cold whipped cream to put on his mummy's arms and face.

The two of them placed whipped cream on their faces, well, Mateo getting more on his mummy's arms since he's still short and that's the only thing he can reach. Besides Y/N bending down as much as she could, being cautious of the baby bump, and letting him put dots of whipped cream all over her face with giggles leaving their lips and echoing through the kitchen of the hotel suite that they were staying in.

Harry in a deep slumber was unaware of the cute sight that was taking place in the kitchen between mother and son.

However, he was soon going to be woken up by his lovely beautiful pregnant wife and adorable mini me for breakfast in bed and presents from the both of them to start off the wonderful holiday that honors fathers and how amazing they are to their children and how much they are appreciated. Y/N and Mateo doing the exact same thing that Harry and Mateo did for her last month for mother's day.

And Y/N did take that picture of Mateo smiling brightly up at the camera with the dot of whipped cream on his nose along his face. His eyes closed and he cheesed at the camera as he held up the plate of pancakes in a sense of pride. The gap where his missing tooth is on the top row on display. Dimples showing on either side of his stretched lips. His chocolate curls falling across his temple and dirty with dry pancake batter as well as his pajamas. The sight on the phone makes Y/N smile at how adorable Mateo is and how he looks exactly like Harry and Harry's pictures of when he was younger.

She sent the picture to Anne, Gemma, her parents', and their close family and friends. She already sent one to Harry after the picture was taken, even though he was asleep, but when he wakes up, he can have a cute picture of his son holding up his breakfast that the love of his life made along with his mini me.

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Y/N and Mateo have woken Harry up, well more so Mateo since Y/N told him to do so since she was carrying the tray full of Harry's breakfast in bed along with his coffee and presents for this holiday that is devoted to Harry for being an amazing father. And how Mateo woke his father up was adorable as he tried to climb up the messy bed, gripping onto the gray comforter and his legs struggled to climb up the bed.

Mateo was grunting and whining as he tried to accomplish climbing the bed to his sleeping father. Harry was blissfully unaware of what was taking place as he was snoring up a storm with the covers halfway kicked off him over night and because he's a space heater and gets hot easily. His chestnut curls sprawled out over the matching gray pillow along with his toned arms wrapped around Y/N's pillow that she placed there instead of her so she could get Mateo to make breakfast for her wonderful husband.

"Don't wake up daddy yet, bud. Don't want to ruin the surprise of his getting his special breakfast in bed." Y/N whispered in a scolding tone as she walked to her side of the bed to set the tray down on the chestnut brown bedside table, her footsteps muffled against the carpet. Harry's snores paused for a moment, making his wife and child still for a moment thinking that they got caught.

Their hearts beating quickly and holding their breaths as if that was the reason why he stopped snoring. Thinking they woke him up before little Mateo could get the chance, they were able to be relieved when Harry took in a deep breath from turning to lay on his stomach with his arms still around his wife's pillow and his face relaxing once more with a happy, sleepy sigh.

A small sleepy smile on his face as he settled into the bed once more, like he knew what was going to happen and that his family was in the bedroom. Waiting to wake him up for breakfast in bed and presents from his family that loves and wants to thank him before being an amazing father Mateo and their baby on the way.

"Quick, wake up daddy before he spoils the surprise for himself." Y/N whispered to her son quickly, her eyes going back and forth quickly between her son and sleeping husband to make sure that Harry wouldn't wake up to see his family being sneaky in his and Y/N's bedroom early in the morning. Despite the fact that the man being an early bird himself and waking up before his wife and child are up with a cup of black coffee and breakfast.

And by the time they wake up, he's already out of the shower from his workout and already preparing breakfast for them. A routine that he's been doing ever since he and Y/N started dating and one of them stayed at each other's places, when they moved in together, when Y/N was pregnant with Mateo, and now. Except for the beginning of quarantine, but Y/N was able to cook as well.

But breakfast was Harry's thing, and he wants to keep it his thing, unless he's not there or sick. Y/N loves taking care of her boys though, so there was no worrying if either Mateo and Harry were sick and how they were going to get better because Y/N was there.

Eventually Mateo did make it up the bed after a few more seconds of struggling until he made up on the soft bedding that was keeping his father extra warm and keeping him in his peaceful slumber that was soon to be disturbed by the six year old that is crawling to his side with a mischievous smile. Y/N sat down on the bed with a huge smile on her face that she knew that she wasn't able to get rid of – like there's clothing pins on each side of her lips to keep the smile huge. Also because of the adorable side of Harry's mini me going to try to wake his father up for this holiday.

She had a hand on her ever-growing belly with a smile and whispered. "You're so loved baby Styles. So much love." Even though it's too early to feel the baby move around and kick to show that they're there and listen to how much love is there for them. However, Y/N can feel that baby Styles knows that they've got a family that loves them dearly from how bigger and bigger it's getting from what the appointments to see how the baby is doing. Getting big and healthy from love that everyone's giving baby Styles.

As well of course Y/N eating healthy for herself and the baby.

Y/N was broken away from her trance from her ever growing belly when she heard a grunt come from Harry, she looked to her right to see what Mateo had climbed onto his father's back and began shaking him away lightly to wake him up. The bed shaking and jolting from Mateo's actions of trying to wake his father up.

"Daddy, wake up, wake up, wake up! It's breakfast time, me and mummy made you breakfast."

Y/N was laughing at the sight of Harry's mini me getting Harry up. Harry's brows were furrowed from the disturbance from his sleep and his face pinching from Mateo shaking his father away. "Waaaaakkkkkeeeee uuuuuppppp." Mateo drew out as he continued trying to wake his father. Y/N looked down at her husband, her heart fluttering happily against her chest as she looked at him. His pink lips stretching into a tired smile at his son's squeaky accented voice. With his eyes still closed, he took one arm from around his wife's pillow and reached behind him to tickle Mateo.

"I'm up you little bugger." Harry's voice spoke up, raspy and deep from not being used for a long time. His deep raspy voice caused Y/N to unconsciously squeeze her legs together from the electricity that it sent to her core. It was almost identical to the one when they were having alone time.

Mateo's loud giggles echoed throughout their bedroom as he squirmed against Harry's back. One of Harry's hands was tickling Mateo on his tummy, a place where he is most ticklish.

God, they were so adorable. Harry being a father to Mateo. Just adorable.

"M-mummy, help!" Mateo exclaimed through his laughter. Harry turned his head to the side to where she was sitting, since he turned his head to look over his shoulder to look at the laughing kid on his back.

Him looking at her send's shivers down her spine. His jade eyes look half asleep, and half awake, but still showing love and humor. But the mischievous smile didn't match his eyes.

"Yeah, come help mummy." Harry mocked in a taunting tone while he continued to tickle their laughing son on his back. While there is breakfast waiting for Harry as well as presents for this holiday that celebrates fathers around the world, what's wrong with a little tickle session before spending father's day with Harry before his concert?

Y/N scooted towards her son and husband. Tapping a finger on her chin as if she were thinking about what she's going to do.

Help her son escape his father's tickling fingers or help Harry tickle Mateo. And last time she checked they had enough time before they had to head out for the day.

So tickling Mateo was on the top of the list then breakfast and presents.

"Hmmmm, I don't know. You did wake up daddy from his slumber," Y/N stated playfully as she moved her hands to be in front of her, her fingers wiggling as she inched her fingers closer and closer to the six year old. "So there has to be punishment for waking up the king from his peaceful slumber." Y/N continued. Mateo's jade eyes widened in fear and shook his head, making his chocolate curls shake with the movement.

He tried getting off his daddy's back to get away from his parents', but Harry's grip on his arm was too hard to get out of (Harry wasn't holding onto Mateo's arm tightly, but just enough so Mateo can't get away).

"No, no, no, no, nooooooooo. Mummy no, daddy." Mateo screeched, the noise echoing throughout the room. Making Y/N and Harry pause in their actions and look at their son in shock from the sound that escaped his little throat. He's never made that noise before, and it was a shock that it happened when his mummy and daddy were about to tickle him to make him laugh. Y/N and Harry always joked about Mateo beating Harry in screeching the loudest, especially during Music for a Sushi Restaurant.

"Man, bud. I think you have daddy beat, might have to replace him tonight." Y/N teased, looking down at her husband. Smiling immediately when she saw Harry's face turn from a mischievous one to one of a pretend look of hurt from her words.

"Heyyyy, that wasn't so nice, m'love. Hurt my feelings." Harry whined playfully, making Y/N cackle at her husband's whine, Mateo joining in now that his attention wasn't on him at the moment.

"What? We've talked about him beating you with a simple screech and he did it! So maybe he should replace you, babe."

The banter between the couple continued for a little bit before they turned their attention back to the six year old that was sitting on Harry's back and resumed the tickling attack they were going to do prior. Y/N getting Mateo off Harry's back so that Harry could sit up to help tickle Mateo and so that he could eat his breakfast.

During the tickling session, Y/N and Harry were smiling widely at the sight of their son's cheek turning red and losing his breath from his laughter. Squirming and fighting to get away from his parents' tickling fingers. Happiness coursing through the three of them as they enjoyed their time together.

During breakfast and after the tickling attack – along with Mateo and Y/N wishing Harry a 'happy father's day'. Harry did eat the wonderful meal that was made by the love of his life and son. Enjoying the hashbrown and eggs, the eggs something that made Y/N gag when Harry tried to kiss her with his stinky egg breath. Making their son laugh along with his father, finding it humorous of Harry picking on his mummy playfully.

And the fruit was appreciated as well as the pancakes, hash browns, and coffee was also appreciated.

As for the presents: there was a card decorated from Mateo that had bunnies on it. On the top was a brown father bunny and a baby brown bunny. The father bunny hugging the baby bunny in the middle of the grass on a sunny day. While it wasn't the best since he was six, Harry still appreciated and loved it, bringing it with them to the stadium and kept it backstage for good luck. Inside the card was the brown baby bunny on the side that had a little comment that said with his messy handwriting in blue crayon: "Happy father's day! Thank you for being the father this baby bunny needs. Love you father bunny."

Harry took the gift, more like gifts (should've mentioned that beforehand) that Y/N and Mateo had got him. A white coffee mug with the brown silhouette of a bear with white cursive font of the word Papa on it. A matching mug that Harry and Mateo got Y/N with the matching brown bear with the same cursive and white font that said Mama. Mateo's got one cup that had a baby brown bear on it that said Baby on it.

They just need one more, or a few more, to complete the set for their growing family. Harry also has a custom-made journal for when he's writing things down, the cover having a silhouette of a family picture of Harry, Mateo, and Y/N on the leather from one of their wedding pictures that was painted on it.

It was of Harry and Y/N holding Mateo in their arms and pressing a kiss on either side of his cheek. The baby pink, white, and lilac flowers that were a part of the flower crown that decorated the top of Y/N's head were painted to perfection as well as her white dress. Small dots of silver and gold decorating the white fabric of her dress. Mateo's outfit since he was a ring bearer had lilac dress pants with matching suspenders and a baby pink dress shirt. He was adorable on that day and as well as on the leather journal. The gold tinsel and glitter that was thrown after the ceremony was over, decorating Mateo's perfectly styled chocolate curls, along with her and Harry's.

And Harry looked as handsome as ever. Either it be: in real life, pictures, drawings, through the phone, interviews, or on the cover of a personal journal that she had made for him. Harry during their wedding day was wearing what Mateo was wearing, Mateo even wanted to match his daddy during the wedding. But Harry's dress shirt was white and had lace and was showing off the black ink of his tattoos along his chest and arms. But that was covered by the lilac suit jacket during the ceremony and was later on taken off. Something that the artist of the painting has gotten through the lace of the top of Harry's shirt.

Below the painting was in cursive that said "Happy Father's Day. Love you forever and always, love Y/N and Mateo."

Harry immediately pulled Y/N into a loving kiss to show his thanks to his wife, despite her complaints about his morning breath. Which made him laugh against her lips before pulling away to hug his mini me and kiss the side of his head to show Mateo's his thanks. Then he turned his attention to Y/N's belly that's housing their second little love and rubbed it lovingly.

And yes, there were some cuddles with the family after the dishes were cleaned and Harry's presents put up. Getting a few hours of sleep before heading out of the hotel to go places as a family to celebrate the holidays for fathers that deserve it.

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The next day, a picture for London night II was posted on Harry's instagram. And that picture was Harry in his outfit from the night prior and had his back facing the camera as he stretched backstage. But he wasn't alone, next to him was his little mini me in the exact same outfit and had his hair styled the exact same way as his fathers. What was even cuter was that Mateo was trying to copy the stretch that his father was doing, trying to balance on one leg while his other was held up by one hand.

It could be seen in the picture that the poor six year old was struggling to stay balanced like his father, but with the hand that Harry wasn't using to hold his own foot up, was placed on his son's arm to keep him stable and to keep him from falling. Harry's head turned slightly to the side to where his mini me was standing to make sure that Mateo was doing okay and not close to falling or fell over under his watch. A fatherly duty that Harry has taken as soon as he figured out that Y/N was pregnant with him back in 2015.

The second picture was one of just Y/N and Harry's silhouettes close up backstage. A sliver of light showing some of their facial features. Their temples were pressed together and Y/N's hands holding Harry's face in between her hands and a slight glimpse of smiles on their lips. Harry's hands on her baby bump are not shown since they want to keep that private and out of the public eye, not wanting horrible, toxic fans saying harsh words towards Y/N and about her pregnancy. Not liking their idol is taken by an amazing woman with an adorable son, meaning that they don't have a chance with him anymore.

Especially now that he's married to her after being together for twelve and a half years, thirteen years on July 15. The two of them getting together when they were fifteen years old during 2009. Now the two of them happily married for a month now, the both of them still in newly wedded bliss.

And as expected, everyone went crazy on Instagram in the comment section under the post about how adorable Mateo is and their matching outfits. How Harry is an amazing father and how happy they are that Mateo has a father like him and Y/N has him as a husband. How their hearts melted at the picture of Y/N and Harry and how a cute couple they are. The same was on twitter, commenting about how big Mateo had gotten and wished Harry a late happy father's day since the picture was posted a day after the concert.

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