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muffindaddystyles · 4 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 (𝐈𝐈)

Authors Note: You'd have to read part (I) of young and beautiful for this one. Where Harry meets y/n, their beautiful future together after that incident, pregnant y/n, helping harry during the birth of their babies and most awfully heart floppin' dad!harry.

The door knob jiggles making your silent gasp drone into leeway around and your eyebrows rockets to your forehead when you find a gold fishy eyed Harry slippin' outta his shoes, two coffe cups, a brown bag and a lil white stuffed bunny clutched in his large hands. He gives you a weird eye 'yeh okay?' ones when you gnawed him with parted lips moreso from the fact your nose's clogged, shaking your head when he gives you another glance while puting things down on the marble coffee table infront.

"Thought I left yeh'?" His voice melfious of that of mornin' dew and when you nod confirming, he takes two strides towards you placing the back of his calloused soft hand against your forehead. His touch causing your breath to hitch unlike the last night when you were too sick to consider anything else.

"Could never darlin'. No' when you're like this. brought some donughts and caramel coffee, then ye'll 'ave your medicine."

You peer up at him and he's already gazing down at you with a glint that's hard to catch. "Thank you Harry." Your voice comes out as a whisper, neitherless He smiles at you genuinely handing you the cup of coffee. His knuckles brushing your finger tips and you swear the nebula in your brain bursted to million stary dust particles.

After making you take your dose of medication he cleaned around quickly tripping onto your suit case which made you cackle sweetly and Harry's heart blossomed with flowers of new-found happiness. You're guilty of gate keeping him to yourself and at the same time you're seekin' comfort in his presence. Your arms falling in your lap when you tried to brush stubborn tangles of your hair with a huff and Harry offers you his help scooting behind you, his fingers carefully tugging the knots while he expertly brushed your hair. He braids your hair and all you could do's stare him from the tall mirror infront of the bed.

"You're so good at this, Harry." He giggles when she admires her braid with a shocked expression and giving a squeeze to your shoulders he stands up leaning down to take a look at some books scattered at the oak dinky desk.

"If we were villains, the night climbers, the raven." He mouths the name of books tracing the instrinsive letters carved onto it, "can I read one of 'em?" He asks politely and you bob your head.

"'Course y'could." He gets comfortable against the headrest and the pillows swallows you beside him. Your body's itching to snuggle into him. With hands under your head you watch him giving all his concentration, his eyes raking along each line, cherry lips murmuring the words and jaw ticking whenever he would lick the pad of his finger to turn the page around. Carelessly he slides his arm under your figure and you're gaping at him until he looks down at you and realizes what he has done. He tries to apologise but stops when you cuddles into him with a non-sexual moan. Three pages after you've litreally crawled up his torso like an insect but he's lovin' it. He missed this warmth. This calm. When for the hundredth time from the morning he looks down at you it causes both of your hearts to flutter.

On an instinct he attracts towards you. Your eyelids slip shutting when his hot minty breaths fans your cheeks, his knuckles pudging into your flesh, book flopped open onto his chest. When his temple rests against yours, your heart found your home.

"We can't. Don't want you sick bub." You grog out stroking the corner of his lips and he whines but nods smauching an affectionate kiss to your temple. You could cry from the proximity. Minutes passed by as you stayed like this at last startling when a loud knock echoed in the comfortable silence you were enjoying.

It was your friend asking about you and apologising that he was so hungover that he forgot about you. Harry felt a twitch in his heart. He's jealous. He gets jealous very easily. He stands up when your friend assures him that he'd take care of you.

"You can take it with you...if you want to." You points to the book and he just gives a curt nod.

"I'll return it tommorrow, jus' call meh if yeh wan' me kay?" Your friend becomes like a ghost at the moment and you feel like a shining star under his piercing gaze. "We're going back tomorrow." Harry felt something cracking inside him at the information.

"Oh." He says monotonely pinching his lower lip, "then I'll bring it back to you next mornin'." He gives you a timid smile knowing damn well he just needs an excuse to see you even if it's for the last time.

"I'll wait for you."

You waited as you promised but he never came. Then you found yourself in clinical seats of airport and Harry's tumbling through the lobby of your hotel, he asks for you from the receptionist groaning when he gets to know he fucked up.

Sighing you stand up, rolling your suit case when the lines calls for passengers and you glances back last time but didn't found him. Those were your lasts. You thought.

Then his beautiful voice billowed to your heart in the admist of crowd and you spin on your feet leaving your luggage behind. He's waving the book atop his head, chest heaving, eyes sheened and when you flight like a dove in his arms his breath hued with happiness.

He corners you. Cupping your cheeks genially. He admires you for a complete moment before he speaks kissing your eyelids.

"I want you, it's bad." He announces the severity. The lump forming in your throat and not giving two fuck, becoming a selfish asshole you slotted your lips against his's. He doesn't retreats back instead deepens the kiss and tastes your mouth ignoring the bitterness of medicine on your tongue. A huge grins dances at your lips when you pull back, you take his hand and writes down your address. "Return me this when you reach back and complete it." If were villians such a good excuse for two soumates.

When you were really about to depart from him he tugs you back from the wrist and squishes you close to his heart, pecking your lips for last time.

"Will meet ya soon."

Week passes by and he's back in London the first thing he does is drive to your place and your flatmate told him you went back home. Harry's knees weakened, and tongue tied with a wrenching heart. How could she! He mutters furiously pitying himself.

Two weeks and daily visits of Harry but you're still not back.

"Hm. what's with this book loverboy, is it magical?" His mother teases him and he shakes his head timidly. The book's always in his hand, sometimes he's tucking a jasmine bud from his mum's backyard into the spine of book another a ribbon of silk somewhere between the lost pages. He lost you. Can't do same to words you devoted to him.

Then one morning a package was laying at his porch. He gives it a stink eye but takes it inside. Gemma's chewing onto her pancakes watching him with the corners of her eyes as he unboxed the maroon box. The note resting atop the kashmiri shawl and the Bullah Shah's poetry book makes Harry gasp loudly.

"And what if I say even at home, I missed home? I'll be waiting for you. Yours Y/N."

His eyes brims with glossiness when he sees that 'yours.' He takes the note close to his heart as he grabbed the leather copy. He sucks his bottom lip inside his mouth when his eyes fell over the writing and it matched the ones on the note. You translated a whole book of poetry from Punjabi to English, for him.

The sprinkle of black ink on the gruff yellow pages so precious to Harry.

He wastes no time leaving a clueless Gemma. His knocks are furious at your door and when you appear from behind it his heart stopped. You smile against his lips when he greeted you with nothing but a kiss he was longing for ages.

He has completely fallen in love with you. He despises the distance you both have in between.

"God knows 'ow much I missed ye'. wanna be mad at ye' but can't when I could finally love ye'."

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You're changing sides again and again onto king size bed in your deep slumber. Coddling into Harry's arms, your bump practically resting heavily atop his tummy and he couldn't be more cheeky for it, you tangle and untangle your legs several times making him groan in his sleep when you rolled to other side of bed in your sleep. In the wee hours of dark night he blindly tries to find you to pull you back in his arms when his hand soaked wet pressed agaisnt the sheets.

Red alarms going off in his brain and he shots up quickly. He brings his shaking hand infront of his face and blinks the splotches in his vision. Your water fucking broke.

His breath wavered as he rolls you to his side. You grunt when he strokes the apples of your cheeks and kisses your forehead. The babies weren't supposed to come at this time, your due date's two weeks.

"Lovie'." He whispers trying not to frighten you at all and when you hissed loudly mistaking a contraction with braxton hicks panic rises into his chest and all over his face.

Shoving down his anxiety he cradles your face lovingly. He could do this. They could do this. They've been waiting for this precious day for eight and a half month. He can't wait to meet his two angels. He gives himself a pep talk and smiles down at you with whole courage when you frown at him.

"What's it Harry. 'M too tired, go back to sleep." You didn't felt anything while breaking your water unlike it happens in movies.

"Look meh in eyes puppy, yeah?" He smoothes down your frown and kisses the tip of your nose. "Take deep breaths fo' me." You look him in confusion as if he's gone mad and when you tries to sit up with his help an agonising yelp leaves your lungs. Your first painful contraction.

Harry grabs your jaw instantly and wraps his strong arm around his babies inside his bunny's womb, "baby stay calm. yer water broke. no biggie kay?" He wraps you in his arms when you shake your head in disapproval both of you sitting on wetness. As if he gives two fucks.

"No. They weren't supposed to come, yet. I'm not prepared for this. no." He wipes your tears doing anything in his power to be there for you, if you'd zone out mentally for him it would get so difficult for him to handle the situation.

"Yes. You're. We're. C'mon puppy my sweet woman our babies couldn't wait to meet us, please." When he adds a please you cry more but bobs your head and Harry sighs in relief carefully getting down on floor. "Don't leave!" You squeak when you literally felt your spine breaking.

"'m not baby, 'm not just taking the baby bag that's all." He quickly rushed inside the wardrobe and snatches the bag from cabinet, his heart beating so fast he could feel it pulsing in his ears.

He squats down slipping your feet into the socks he knitted for you at Christmas, he kisses your soles and you close your eyes latching onto his shoulders screeching painfully when series of contractions kept on crushing you.

"S'okay. 'S okay." He says more to himself bunching your white nightgown to your thighs, your whole weight on him and you grip the stares railing with wide eyes.

"It's impossible. Oh my lord."

"I'll carry you downstairs."

"No. No." You panic because what if you both trip. You know he could carry so much weight than imaginable, he built his arms so strong—but.

"Trust me please, I'd never let any harm touch the three loves of my lives." You nod and gently he snakes his arms under your knees and your back, hands protectively holding you close to his chest. He smiles through the anxiousness when you continuously prayed in his ear.

"You're such a minx." He laughs on the top of his lungs in amusement as you sucked the plastic spoon against your tongue. Halfway through the hospital ride your contractions stopped so you demanded Harry to buy you frozen yogurt.

"Your babies are! Always want to have sweets, went on their daddy." He shakes his head ducking down to kiss your lips then the puckering belly button of yours.

"Fuck I love you so much it's hard to put in words." A second later he adds with a beaming grin, "and my two lil smol beans."

You offer him yogurt with big eyes but he refused. He's sweating down his damn arse to eat anything at the moment.

"Distract me, please." You whisper to him turning to face him as the nurse brought your injections. He quickly lulls your face in his warm palms from all your clutching. "Um. Wha' d'ya think which one will be Suri and which one Roselena?" His thumb's continuously running in circles under eyes.

"The elder one will be—Ah! fuck." You scream grabbing his wrist when an electrifying jolt shrivelled inside you. The doctor just went after checking your cervix and it's almost there.

He tries to make you breath doing the action an it's no use. You roll your eyes, sweat dripping down your forehead even in such a wintry month. If he would know what it feels like.

"Fuckin' hell. 'M never letting you put your dick inside me, what the fuck!!!!" You yell squeezing his hand and the poor Harry's so lost he listen to you like an obeying kid patting sweat from your exposed chest with a towel.

"Y/N push on the count of three, you can do this." Doctor says. It's been half an hour, you've been pushing so hard that all your energy's draining. Hair sticking to your neck, hands shaking by side other almost fracturing Harry's, and he leans down to look in your drowsy eyes.

"Baby you can do this, for our babies, for us." He kisses her forehead and wipes her flowing tears. She sniffs bucking a little and pushing with her all might.

Harry feels like his heart's blossoming into garden full of roses when the doctor announces, "we can see the head of first baby. Push more." You scream loudly with gritted teeth pushing with your all mighty and the room echoes with tiny cries. You sob and Harry stares his elder daughter having a wrap of blood on her delicate skin as doctors called him to cut the umbilical cord.

They take her to nursery to give clean her and Harry's again by your now grinning widely but it soon vanishes when he sees you crying silently, you're covering your eyes with your forearm. You hiccup feeling yourself drowning to darkness. Harry removes your arm and rests his temple agaisnt yours.

"I can't do this. hurts. tired." Your words broken and Harry wishes he could do something for his love.

"I know you can, you love her don't ya. Jus' fo' her." He interlaces his fingers with yours and this time he's the one to squeeze warmly. After, ten minutes of more pushing your second daughter was in this world too.

Harry brushes your hair back smiling down at you as if someone handed him the whole world. You tries to get rid of darkness in your eyes as Harry's words floods in your heart.

"'M so proud of you baby. my strong strong wife my whole fuckin' world. It's all beacuse of you we're blessed with two healthy daughters." This time he takes his time with you instead of immediately going to cut his baby's cord. They'd change the story while telling her so she wouldn't get sad that her daddy cut his sister's cord way more quickly than her's.

"No. No. Don't sleep puppy." He glances back worriedly at the doctors who still needs to push her placenta out. "I'm not...." She whines trying to open her eyes and since Harry has read more about pregnancies than he should doctors chuckles gesturing him to calm down that they'll pull it out themselves.

While you sleep peacefully after so long from exhaustion Harry keeps on gazing you with admiration. His lips mere away from yours. His cheek smashed on your pillow as he watches you lovesick and he feels giddy counting onto his reasons of happiness, that made him peck your lips.

He's hot on his heels when the nurse carried his babies to him and he gets excited and nervous managing to take both of them in his arms. He don't wants any of them left out from their father's first embrace.

His tear lands onto the sock covered feetsie of his baby (they aren't identical still he mixed both of them).

"Hi. Bunnies 's meh yer daddy. promise 'm gonna love ye' so much. " He cooes in dainty voice lulling them in synchrony. Awkwardly he manages to duck down landing kisses to their foreheads and he pecks the corners of their lips. "S' beautiful jus' like ye'r momma."

"Wanna see 'er? She's a sleepy head." He sits beside you and you stir adjusting your eyes to light. He shushes you. When you're fully awake Harry gives the elder twin in your embrace but you ask for younger one too.

They're carbon copies of harry. Milky rose cheeks, brown tiny luscious curls drowning at their necks, pointed nose and none of you have seen their eyes so you're anticipating.

"Did ya ever thought in the past we would be here with two babies of our own?" You ask him giving a glance down to your busy bees and he shakes his head butting his finger under his chin.

"No' when ya ghosted meh for whole damn month." At this you snort letting your head fall on you shoulder, "I promised to come back to you didn't I?"

He whispers in return kissing your cheeks "and you did."

You laugh through your sniffles when the twins latches onto either of your full breasts nursing themselves to milk. Harry grins, his eyes glossy as he pets their heads while they made cute sucking noises. He's gonna be the bestest daddy. He got so much love for them. Give them their all lovin' He didn't got from his own father.

"Hi Suri my big baby. Hi Rosalena my smol bubby. It's me, mummy and daddy." You announces to them happily kissing their small heads.

This time you stroke his cheek wiping a lonely tear and he kisses the inside of your wrist affectionately.

"I promise, will love ya with dire passion even 'm their ol' guy." You chuckle softly laying back after feeding them and Harry has put them in their cot. "Love me when I'm young and beautiful, not sure what I'll look like being a nana."

"You'll be the cutest ol' peach." He grins cheekily and you swat his bicep rolling your eyes.

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Fun fact: Both, Suri and Rosalena means red rose but in different languages.

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haillordharry06 · 2 years

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‘Trouble in Paradise’ Chapter 1: We are the Styles

Synopsis: A young 28 year old cold but very hot CEO, or rather the biggest CEO in the whole of Europe falls for a sweet and nice 23 year old globally known, highest paid model Y/N Jenner. Yes she is part of the Kardashian - Jenner clan. Being totally opposite & from 2 different worlds is hard, but you know what they say opposites attract. Their love is all the world is currently gossiping about but this private man is finally enjoying hearing these kinds of rumors about him.

Now they have 2 kids and Harry just loves it all. Lavender being just 1min 32 seconds older than Ash but pretending to be 1 whole year older. They both love each other to a crazy extent, but wait there is a twist…. Will they remain to love each other so much forever? Will sibling love fade away because of their parents?

But in all of this chaos will Harry and Y/N fall out of love? Will they not want each other?

Warning: Cheating, mild cursing, sex, pregnancy.

A/N’s Note: I hope you like the first chapter. I do not own anything except the storyline. These series have nothing to do with reality, it's just a fanfic and does not intend to offend anyone. Y/N is cameoed by Gigi Hadid. This is my first time writing a fanfic so please stand by. Please share your suggestions because I have something crazy in my head, and your suggestion might just end up making it crazier. Please don’t shy away from sharing. I promise ya’ll for a happy ending!!!

Love you all!

Celebrity inside news, CEO Harry Styles is no more single, he is taken indeed. Yes you hear it right. The young Billionaire was seen with Victoria's Secret angel Y/N at the Catalyst Restaurant holding hands as well as even kissing. Well they seem pretty serious because it's both of their 1st time making any of their relationships public. Before this the young Vogue model was linked with actor Tom Holland but they did not confirm anything, rumors also said that both of them had a nasty breakup, but god knows the truth.

Did you like the Hollywood new power couple? Please let us know.

Y/N: Haz I knew that there is gonna be news but these many, and even including our pasts, this is just not done!! We need to take action against it.

Y/N firmly said.

Harry: Babe we don’t need to do anything, if you allow may I suggest something?

Harry, like a gentleman asked and Y/N blushed at his small act, the anger just blew away.

Y/N: Go ahead, I’m all ears.

Harry: Then let's make our relationship official, this way we will not have to hide anything. I know this will be tough but I think we both are strong enough to handle it all.

After an hour, just try to convince Y/N to make things official, Harry wins. Which was new in their relationship because Y/N always won.

Y/N posted this on her Instagram and from the moment it got posted, it blew up!!

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yourinstagram: My man is my man none of your man!!

PS: This was a win-win Mr. CEO not, your win.

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Gemmastyles: Never knew Y/N you had such low standards.

yourinstagram @/gemmastyles: Can’t help who you fall for Gem’s

Y/Nmylove: OMG!!! MY FREAKING NEW PARENTS!!

Harryishandsome: I knew there was something going on between them.

Y/Nfan4: Oh sure you did

harryfan3: excuse me? what about tom 😶

Y/Nfan12: harry and y/n getting together is world.

A day later the Model posted a picture of her promoting her boo’s brand Pleasing.

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yourinstagram: Pleasing people!!!

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harryfan1: THERE'S NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE HOW I'M FEELING RIGHT NOW.

harryfan2: YOU'RE THE BEST.

yourinstagram: I LOVE YOU

harryfan3: @/yourinstagram: same girl 😭😭

harryfan4: I’m still lost, what about tom??!!!

2 Years later-

Harry and Y/N tried multiple time but failed to make a baby, this is there last time other wise they will opt for adoption.

Harry: Babe don’t worry, everything is gonna be fine

Y/N: How Haz I am not able to fulfill one simple wish of your, I ‘m just useless.

Harry: Babe just take a deep breath and lets check the test results.

Y/N nods.

The Pregnancy test was positive which meant they both were going to be parents. Both Y/N and Harry celebrated that moment.

8 months into pregnancy after a dozen disagreements both Harry and Y/N decide to reveal there little secret.

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yourinstagram: I are really happy to announce that me and my boyfriend are soon going to become parents. I’m truly in love with our child (or children) already.

Mama and Dada love you!!!

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And again they both blew the internet up. It was now a very casual thing for both of them to create online jam and blow up.

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stylesnews Y/N styles in London today with her child. Coming out of the Style and Co. Tower. It is still unknow which gender there child is or what there name is. But we hope that the baby is happy and health and of course a upcoming style icon like there parents.

Harryfan1: Omg she looks so pretty & in shape even after pregnancy

Y/Nfan3: Yay she is a model, she knows the tips and tricks.

Y/Nfan8: I hope it’s a girl

Harryishot: She is giving major milf vibezz.

3 Years later-

A perfect family morning at the Styles mansion, the twins were running around while Y/N was preparing breakfast and Harry was still sleeping.

Y/N: Haz wake up!!! It's 10 am already, you're gonna be late for work.

Harry’s POV

I woke up to my beautiful girlfriend’s voice. I'm just not in the mood to go to work today, I just wanna be home with 3 of my babies…..

I went downstairs to see my sweet wifey preparing brekkie and my little munchkins running amok around the house.

End of POV

Both the 3 year old's, Lavender (nickname Lav) and Ash are really close to each other, something which their parents are really grateful of.

They ran outside to surprise their dad as they heard his footsteps coming downstairs. While running Ash accidentally fell and started to sob uncontrollably. Harry and Y/N ran towards him, Harry went and tried to calm his son down. While seeing her beloved brother cry Lav also started crying. And soon both of them were fine, not at all crying anymore.

Harry and Ash both had a very amazing relationship, unlike most baseball father and son duo they both were fairly open to each other but still Ash was a mom’s son after all. Even Lav was a total daddy’s girl.

Ash had a more reserved, observant and calm nature unlike his sister who was a totally hyperactive and enthusiastic creature.

End of the day they are the Styles, one of Hollywood's most popular and happy family.

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harrystyles: Love you my life. Happy birthday to Lavender Style and Ash Styles. Mama and Dada love you a lot!!!

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The world is crazy again!!!

This is chapter 1 I hope you all liked it I was a light chapter, the upcoming chapter are going to be very less visuals and more text, at least that’s in my head but if you like it this way we may continue too. Let me know if Gigi Hadid should give the cameo of Y/N throughout or should I change the celebrity with every chapter.

Sorry I posted it but it got deleted immediately, sorry for making ya’ll wait.

#gigi hadid #ceo harry styles #about harry #harryxreader #harryxgigi #model!reader #married!reader married!harry #dad!harry #harrycheating #love on tour #lovestory #mom!reader

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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Love is Love (stepdad!harry)

BEFORE YOU READ THIS, PLEASE CLICK THE LINK BELOW TO GET SOME VERY MUCH NEEDED INFORMATION ON THIS STORY OR YOU MAY GET CONFUSED!!!! --------- >>>>>>>>>>>>

**Information on Step-Dad!Harry One Shot/Potential mini Series**

WARNING: this will contain mature subjects including the following- talk of trauma due to abandonment, sex, & alcohol!!!

(Smut/a little Angst/Sick Scene/Fluff)

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BACKSTORY OF Y/N AND HER DAUGHTER EMMA'S LIFE BEFORE HARRY-

Y/n gave birth to her daughter Emma at the early age of 16. It wasn't a planned pregnancy of course. Her and her high school boyfriend was just dumb and immature teenagers, thinking skipping a condom one time wouldn't hurt anything. Well the one time they were too lazy to wear a condom was the one time she got pregnant.

She had the option for an abortion but y/n knew she could never actually go through with it. Getting pregnant was a mistake that she needed to take responsibility for. So a month after her 17th birthday, she gave birth to her beautiful Emma. Y/n's then boyfriend said he wanted to be a part of his daughters life, and he was. Until Emma was about 5 years old. When Emma turned 5, her daddy just left. She didn't understand why her daddy had left her. Being so young, Emma assumed she must have done something wrong. But in reality, her daddy was always a piece of shit who just acted like he cared for the first five years and gave up on acting because he said it was too exhausting to carry on.

So y/n raised Emma the best she could. She was a great single parent. Of course she had struggles like any other mum but she was a fighter and determined to give her daughter the best life even if she didn't have a dad in the picture. Y/n was lucky enough to be giving the opportunity to work a great, high paying job in Hollywood. When Emma was 7 years old, y/n went to cosmetology school to be a hair stylist and makeup artist. She thought once she graduated that she would just work in a small, local salon there in Los Angeles. Oh how she was wrong.

Somehow she ended up working as the hairstylist and makeup artist on movie sets. At first y/n only did the movie extras hair and makeup, beings most of their shots were from a distance and they didn't have to look perfect. Not that y/n was bad at her job, but she was an amateur. She honestly didn't mind doing just the extras who played in movies. She had done makeup and hair for extras in movies like Pitch Perfect, The Hunger Games, and 50 Shades of Grey. It was really a variety of all different genres of films and gave her really great experience.

Someone high up in the film stylist department on movie sets got in contact with people from high budget films and recommended y/n, but not only recommend her for movie extras but for the main cast of those movies. It was kind of like a promotion so to speak. When she got informed of this information, she was over the moon.

Her first job after being promoted was the movie Bad Moms. When y/n got the assignment of doing Mila Kunis' hair and makeup, her first time doing the lead role, she thought it couldn't get better than for her. Some producers of films don't know how big their movie is gonna be until its finished and out in theaters. I mean some movies just turn out as flops. Fortunately, Bad Moms was one of the highest grossing movies in 2016. The better the movie does by critics and the public, the more the people behind the scenes get paid. Whether that's costume designers, hair and makeup artist, location coordinator, etc.

In May of 2016, y/n got assigned to a movie that would change her life forever. Dunkirk. For this film, she would have to travel for the first time with her job. So far, y/n had only worked on movies that were filmed in Los Angeles. But Dunkirk would be filmed in a variety of places but manly in France. Beings that it was a Christopher Nolan film, she was going to get paid big money and she wasn't even starring in it. Just doing the actors hair and makeup for their on-screen appearances was gonna earn her big bucks. The only down side for y/n was that she would be away from Emma for a few months. Y/n's parents were gonna keep her until y/n got back home. She was happy to have loving parents who adored her daughter.

Y/n didn't know much about the movie Dunkirk and what it entailed. She just knew it was going to be a war movie. In the United States, schools don't teach students about that war in particular because it had little to no involvement with the US. Y/n didn't even know who was going to be in the cast until she arrived on set the first day.

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HOW Y/N & HARRY MET AND THEIR FIRST INTERACTIONS-

Hair stylist and makeup artist for movies usually get assigned to cast members who will be in a lot of scenes together. So most big production films have several makeup and hair styles on set for that reason in particular. When y/n got the list of people she would work with, she almost shit her pants. Harry FUCKING Styles. Y/n thought Harry was just a singer in One Direction. When did he become a actor she questioned.

Y/n didn't know too much about Harry or One Direction. She knew they were super famous and loved by many but y/n was too busy with her job to be an active fan of them. For all she knew, Harry was some rude snob that yelled at everyone in sight. But when he came in to her trailer to get his hair and makeup done on the first day of shooting, y/n soon realized he was the exact opposite.

Harry was a lovely guy who was super respectful. He came in each day with a smile on his face and even started bringing y/n a cup of coffee each morning. Y/n got to learn a lot about Harry in the time she worked with him. She learned that One Direction went on hiatus. She learned that Harry is actually 4 years younger than her. She learned all about his up bringing and hobbies. Though she only got about 2 hours with him everyday, y/n felt like she had known him all her life. They really connected.

One day while y/n was in the middle of doing Harrys makeup, which wasn't a lot because he had a ton of under water scenes, he reached forward and kissed her. You'd think that y/n would have pushed him away or act surprised but she actually kissed him back. It wasn't a super long kiss, but a quick and gentle one. Harry knew he was risking their jobs but he didn't care. Well he did care but he knew how to be secretive and not get caught by prying eyes. Mainly because he was use to sneaking around from being a public figure for so many years and enjoying his privacy.

A week went by after that kiss and that's all y/n thought about. That was the best kiss she'd ever had and the kiss wasn't even that saucy. Harry couldn't stop thinking about that kiss either. He had kissed many people in his day, men and women, but something about y/n's lips on his was the best. He knew he needed more. So late one night when he was alone in his hotel room, Harry got the courage to ask y/n to come visit him. Earlier that week, he told her what hotel he was staying in and what room number he'd be in.

First, y/n was apprehensive. Not because she didn't want Harry like that. She thought he was very attractive and she could only imagine his skills in bed, but Harry didn't know her biggest secret as of yet. Something she was scared to tell him because she thought it would push him away if he knew. And that was that she had a daughter. An 11 year old daughter for that matter. Not a 2 year old but a preteen. Harry wouldn't want to be with someone that came with baggage. Not to mention her body didn't look the best. She had stretch marks and saggy boobs. Y/n was very insecure about her body. After thinking and thinking about his offer, she decided to yolo and just go for it.

She drove to his hotel at 12:00 in the morning and took the elevator to the proper floor. Then walked to his room. Harry was very surprised she actually came, but none the less excited.

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FLASHBACKS TO THE NIGHT THAT REALLY STARTED Y/N & HARRY'S RELATIONSHIP-

Y/n walks in his hotel suite and Harry can tell she's nervous. "You look nervous y/n." Harry says quietly, not wanting her to feel any amount of uncomfortableness.

"I mean I am a bit. I haven't done this type of thing in a while and their is something I haven't told you and I don't know how you'll react." y/n spoke. Harry gets nervous for a moment, trying to find the right words to respond with.

"I'm sure what ever you need to tell me isn't going to scare me away. Plus its alright if you haven't done this in a while," referring to sex, "I'll go at your own pace and be gentle." Harry says sincerely. He's very versatile in the bedroom. Whatever his partner wanted, he could accommodate to. If they wanted him to be dominate and manhandle them, while pounding them into the mattress, he would. If they wanted to take over and dominate him, Harry would let them. If who ever he was having sex with wanted to go slow and make everything sensual, he did just that. So he is unsure what she was nervous about or what she needed to tell him.

"Umm," she stutters before spitting out, "I have a kid. An 11 year old daughter. And I'm sure you wouldn't want to sleep with someone who has a near bout teenager. Plus my body doesn't look the best. I have saggy boobs and a jiggly belly. May even have a loose vagina for all I know. Haven't been with anyone since I was with my daughters father and when we had sex, he didn't even communicate with me, letting me know if I felt good for him or not. He'd fuck me in the dark and as soon as he got finished using me, he'd turn around and fall asleep." Y/n is out of breath by the time she finishes saying all that. Harry just stands their in shock. Not that he cared she had a daughter. He was actually fine with that. If his feelings for y/n keep growing, her daughter will just be a part of his life as much as y/n would be.

Harry also stands their in shock at what she said about her ex boyfriend. How could any man have sex with a women and not communicate how they feel or ask them how they feel through-out. To Harry, he could have sex with someone he's only known for an hour, but you best believe, their pleasure is his number one priority. He always asks the girls he's having sex with if they are alright or if they feel good. The thought of a women not being taken care of during sex makes him sick to his stomach. Also Harry's been with many older women and most of those women have children. Not in full fledge relationships but the sex part. Mostly one-night stands. He's never cared about a women's imperfections. He thinks they're beautiful. So he doesn't care what y/n's body looks like or how tight or loose she is. Though tighter the better but it wouldn't be a deal breaker if it came down to it.

Without a second thought, Harry strides over to y/n and quickly locks his lips with hers. She's taken back but relaxes into his gentle touch. Pulling his lips away just slightly, Harry pants out, "Y/n, I don't care if you have a daughter. If this works out between us, she will be a part of my life as much as she is yours. And I don't care if your boobs sag or you have stretch marks on your skin. I just want to make you feel good. Can I do that?" Harry whispers the last part. Y/n is so overwhelmed that all she can do is nod her head for a response.

Harry presses his lips to hers again and leads them over to the bed. The kiss gets more passionate and their tongues start touching and spit gets exchanged. Blindly, Harry reaches the bottom of her t-shirt and slowly begins to pull it over y/n's head. Then he switches spots with her so that he's sitting on the bed and he pulls y/n on his lap. More specifically his thigh. Her jeaned crotch sits directly on his bare thigh due to the shorts that he's wearing having ridden up. Y/n moves unintentionally and it was just enough to bring a shooting pleasure through her body, making her moan into his mouth. She tries to replicate that feeling by intentionally grinding down on his thigh and she starts to subtly shake on his lap. She hasn't even had the time to masturbate in months so of course her clit is gonna be sensitive.

Y/n keeps a steady grind going on Harry's thigh while reaching to pull his shirt over his head. They break from the kiss only for a second and continue. Her panties are dripping at this point. She honestly doesn't know if Harry likes her riding his thigh. He hasn't told her to stop she thinks, so he must not care.

Harry reaches behind her while kissing and unhooks her bra. He carefully drags the straps down her shoulders and tosses it on the floor. Now they are chest to chest and he can feel her hard nipples rubbing up on his tattooed front. He wants to stop her hip movement but y/n seems way into her pleasure that Harry can't help but let her continue. He just wants her to feel good and if that means she rides his thigh and has an orgasm than so be it.

Y/n doesn't even intend to actually come on his thigh, but she underestimated how sensitive she was. All the sudden the knot in her stomach, that she didn't even notice seconds ago, bust and she has to pull her lips off of Harry's to cry out as her orgasm rips through her. She grinds down her pussy as hard as she can at first, but suddenly her clit becomes too sensitive and she jumps up so her crotch is only hovering over his leg. Y/n's breathing heavy on his neck and Harry is being patient with her and lets her body slump over his as he rubs over her naked back to sooth her.

A few moments later once y/n has got her breath more controlled, she whispers, "Sorry about that. Didn't mean to come yet." Harry can hear her embarrassment by the way she speaks. He doesn't want her to feel embarrassed. He actually found it really sexy, watching her come all over his thigh.

"Hey," Harry pulls her face back from his neck so he can look at her face to face, "it's alright. I didn't mind. Just want you to feel goods all and I'm assuming that felt good yeah?"

"Yeah that felt really good." y/n says breathlessly.

"Good." Harry quietly replies and stands up turns them around so that y/n's back is on the mattress. He crawls up on the bed beside her and begins to unzip her jeans with his slow fingers. Then he pulls them down her legs. When he comes back up, he hooks his fingers in the sides of her panties and searches her face for reassurance. When she gives a small smile, Harry proceeds to pull down her soaked panties as well. Y/n is quick to cross her legs but Harry isn't having any of that.

"Y/n, you look amazing. I don't even see any flaws on your body. Alright? I won't judge you for how you look. I'm much smarter than to judge a women's body because I think every women is unique in their own ways." Y/n could literally burst into happy tears right now. She has never had someone speak so highly of her naked body. She always thought she looked ugly and fat but Harry sees otherwise. And she knows Harry is being sincere because from the amount of time she's known him, he's always had the up most respect for everybody but especially women. This is the type of man any women would be praying to marry she thinks to her self.

Harry stands from the bed and reaches down, sliding his sweat pants and boxers off. He isn't the slightest bit embarrassed about what he has. I mean he doesn't go around and brag but he knows he was gifted with a beautiful cock and every girl he's ever slept with has told him that.

Before he gets back on to the bed, Harry grabs a condom from his pocket, remembering safety first because doesn't want to accidently get her pregnant again and then questions, "Umm... how do you want to do this? You on top? Me on top? Whatever you like is what we'll do. Just want you to feel comfortable."

Y/n is falling more and more in love with Harry she thinks. Usually the man does the position he wants to do without even questioning his partner. Not Harry. He's always asked his flings and one-night stands what position they're comfortable in. For many reasons really. One being that the experienced women he's been with usually know what position gets them off the best. Two being that some women are unsure the possibilities of other positions and he will suggest a new position for her to try for the first time and see if she likes it. But for y/n, she's basic when it comes to sex. All her and her baby daddy did was missionary and in the future y/n may want to explore new positions, but right now she wants to just go with the classic. "You on top." she speaks slowly, as if she's unsure of herself.

With that information, Harry crawls up the bed and straddles her thighs. This is the first time y/n has got a clear view of his penis and she is in heaven at the sight. It's beautiful in her eyes. She could picture his cock in a porno or for educational purposes in a text book. It's got a bit of girth but not to girthy. It's long. Like very long. She guesses 8 inches or more. He isn't circumcised but that doesn't matter to her. A perfect cock to her is natural. Not one that's had surgery before. (Unless it was for health reasons.)

She hadn't even realized she was staring until Harry breaks the silence with, "Do you want to put it on," referring to the condom in his hand, "or me?"

"Oh um, you can." y/n speaks shyly. This was their first time being together sexually and she wanted to do the least possible things that could end in her embarrassment. Yes she has a child but she lacks in sexual experience. Her and her ex boyfriend was super young when they began having sex and neither of them really knew what they were doing. After Emma was born, they had sex a couple of times but like mentioned earlier, it was basic sex that she didn't even get off from.

Harry takes the condom from the wrapper and rolls it on his hard length, making sure to leave tip loose so his cum has somewhere to go. He's an expert at using condoms because with his career, he can't risk getting anyone pregnant. When the condom is perfectly secure, he hovers over y/n, supported by his muscular arms, and bends down to reconnect their lips. While kissing, Harry glides his hand down her body until his fingers meet her groomed pussy. He avoids her sensitive clit and dips a finger between her lips to see how wet she is. He knew she was some degree of wet from her recent orgasm but Harry being Harry, he wanted to be extra cautions and make sure she is wet enough for intercourse.

At the feeling of his fingers caressing her slit, y/n moans into his mouth. Harry can clearly feel she's wet enough for him. She's already dripping on the bed sheets. He removes his hand from her wet pussy and places it around his latex wrapped cock. He positions his tip at her entrance and begins to slide it in. "Mhm." y/n whimpers at the pressure between her legs.

"You alright? Just need to let me know if I need to stop and I will." Harry heaves out, looking down at the beautiful women below him.

"Yeah I'm good. Just tighter than I thought I'd be and its a bit uncomfortable but I don't want you to stop. Keep going." she says back.

"You're defiantly not loose I can tell you that. Feel like I could already burst and I'm not even half way in." Harry tells y/n, with his face contorting from the pleasure he's receiving. He takes his time sliding into her tight walls. Maybe its the fact that she had her daughter 11 years ago but with all the milfs he's slept with, Harry's never had any to be this tight. Not that any were loose but this is virgin level tight. And he's had sex with many virgins so he's well equipped in that area as well.

Harry finally makes it all the way in and stays still to allow y/n to adjust. While painfully waiting, he kisses along her jaw and neck, trying his best to comfort her and help her relax. They aren't dating officially yet so he doesn't want to scare her off with too much affection, but they know each other more than just a one-night stand would. He feels some kind of an emotional connection with her and Harry hopes she feels the same. So until she states otherwise, he feels its okay to show her sex is much more than stick it in, pump three times, cum inside female, and retract. It's about feeling vulnerable and letting euphoria take away your worries from the day. Even with the many one-night stands Harry has had, he made sure they always had the best time and even gave them proper after care when it was all over with.

"You can move now." y/n shakily says aloud while keeping a tight hold around his back with her arms. Harry pulls back his hips slowly and pushes them down to meet his hip bones with hers. His pubic hair grazing her trimmed mound. She moans but Harry can tell it isn't filled with complete pain. Y/n is beginning to enjoy it which is a good sign.

Repeatedly, Harry thrust in and out of y/n at a slow rate, not wanting to go too fast for her but she needs more. She's not feeling any more pain and her tummy is coiling up fast. To be honest, she's only ever came from penetration and penetration specifically once and it was by accident. One of the first times y/n and her ex boyfriend had sex, he was pounding into her and he angled just right and her body went into a frenzy. She's only ever felt that level of pleasure from her clit. So when her ex randomly hit her g-spot, she lost control of her body. Which was scary for y/n because she didn't fully trust him. Not that he was super evil and would do harm to her but in the state her body was in and the level of knowledge he knew at that time, she was scared to let go completely in his presence. With Harry, she feels completely safe. Even a little too safe if that's even a possibility. She may be older than him but his knowledge on sex makes her feel twice as young in the moment.

"Har....ry can..can you maybe go faster please. Feels so good." y/n moans below him.

"Mhmm of course love." Harry whispers in her ear and if he was in a different situation, he might have scolded himself for using the word 'love' but he couldn't find a reason to care right now. He listens to her request and starts to pick up his pace. The sound of skin slapping skin aluminates the hotel room, along with heavy breathing and low moans. Neither of them feel 100% comfortable moaning freely because this is their first time and both are a little self conscious.

Without stopping his steady pace, Harry brings his hands down from their position by y/n's head and grabs both of her legs, wrapping them around his waist. This creates her hips to elevate more and allows Harry to rub her g-spot repeatedly. Instantly, y/n throws her head back on the pillow below her and subconsciously digs her nails into his back muscles. Harry can defiantly feel the marks it's bound to leave but actually enjoys the sting it brings.

Over and over Harry's hips pound into her pussy and y/n knows she's close. When her ex boyfriend and her had sex and the rare times she actually did come, she never would tell him. She'd just crumble from her climax and her ex would soon follow. So right now she's debating on if she should warn Harry her orgasm is coming or just let go freely. Is that even a normal thing to say during sex? Letting your partner know you're about to release? Y/n didn't know the answer to those questions.

With Harry's knowledge and skills on sex and all things sexual, he can pick up on the signs that lets him know the female is about to come. By the way they hold their breath for seconds at a time. By the way their legs start shaking and chest heaves rapidly. And the biggest sign of them all are the vaginal contractions. When the female is close to or is in the process of having an orgasm, they squeeze their stomach muscles, which in return squeezes their vaginal walls that the male is penetrating in. Right now Harry can feel and see all the signs that y/n is on the cusp of letting go.

To help y/n reach her release faster, Harry brings one of his hands down to her throbbing clit and begins to rub pressured circles into it. This causes y/n to jerk and squirm and wanting to let her know that she doesn't have to hold on any more, Harry takes a deep breath and says in a dry voice, "You can let go y/n. Come on my fingers and cock."

With the reassurance from Harry, y/n finally feels comfortable and safe to let go. The way his fingers work perfectly on her clitoris. The way his long cock rubs her g-spot with every thrust. The amount of pleasure she's receiving is too much and she orgasms all over his dick. Her body shakes uncontrollably and her back arches off the bed, making her breast press against Harry's. She digs the heels of her feet into his ass cheeks. There is sweat rolling down her face. Her mind is completely blank and for the first time in her life, y/n has let go physically and mentally. The comfort of Harry allowing her to feel safe enough to do that.

Harry soon follows his release with hers. He's been holding off this entire time from how beautiful she looks and how tight she is, but feeling y/n squeeze his cock, he ejaculates ropes of cum in the condom. He lets little grunts escape his lips and is too deep in a state of pleasure to care if he sounds ridiculous or not.

Harry removes his fingers from y/n's clit and stops his hips from moving. Then he gently falls on her chest and buries his face in her sweaty neck. Both of them are heaving heavily, coming down from their highs. All y/n is thinking about is how that was the best sex she's ever had. Well she's only had sex with one other person so its not much to compare to, but it was way better than her ex ever gave her. Harry is thinking the same thoughts. That was some of the best sex he's ever had. Maybe because he's truly catching feels for y/n but on all levels: emotionally, physically, and mentally, that was the best sex he's ever experienced.

After laying together and catching their breath for a few minutes, Harry gets up to go into the hotel bathroom and fetch y/n a cloth to help her clean up. He comes back a minute later and carefully wipes over her sensitive pussy with the damp cloth and then helps her put on her underwear and bra so she's more comfortable. Harry does the same with himself. He puts his underwear back on so y/n doesn't feel weirded out or uncomfortable around him.

Nervously Harry asks, "You can stay if you'd like? I know its late and I'd hate for you to drive back to your hotel at 3:00 in the morning."

"Alright but I need to make sure I wake up a bit earlier than my normal time so I have time to go back to my hotel and get dressed before I have to be on set for hair and makeup." y/n replies back with a sleepy smile. Harry is very happy she decided to stay. He's never kicked one-night stands out after having sex but he's never asked them to stay either. He usually loves to cuddle with them even if they barley know each other because Harry is just a cuddly person. But he has to remember that y/n isn't some one-night stand. She's a women that does his hair and makeup on his movie set that he just so happens to have caught feelings for.

Harry goes around the room turning all the lights out and pads over to the bed where y/n is laying. He peels the covers back and slides in. At first he's scared to try and cuddle her. He doesn't even know is she likes cuddles when she sleeps. She may be the type of person who loves their space because they get too hot or just feel claustrophobic when someone is too close. So instead of trying to cuddle y/n, he just lays on his back and stays awkwardly silent. Its y/n who brakes that silence. "Do you like to cuddle." she whispers shyly.

Y/n is a very cuddly person herself. She doesn't get to cuddle many people but when she does, she loves it. Makes her feel safe and secure. She was nervous to ask Harry that question. Y/n just didn't know she was reading Harry's mind. "I love cuddles. Was gonna ask you the same thing but got too scared. Didn't know if you'd like that or not." Harry responds just as shyly. Y/n scoots over and hesitantly lays her head on his tattooed chest, right on his heart beat. He excepts her body instantly and wraps his arms around her back, shoving his face in her untamed hair. Then with the heavy hotel comforter on top of them, they fall asleep is a comfortable silence.

-ENDING OF THE FLASHBACK TO THE NIGHT THAT REALLY STARTED Y/N & HARRY'S RELATIONSHIP

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CONTINUING Y/N & HARRY'S START AND JOURNEY INTO THEIR RELATIONSHIP-

Surprisingly after the night that y/n and Harry had sex in his hotel room, it wasn't that awkward between them. He came into her trailer to have his hair and makeup done for his scenes of that day, and brought her a cup of coffee like usual. Harry did notice she acted a little shy, but didn't question it too much because he knew it was probably just in her nature. Being that intimate with someone and then acting like it didn't happened would be hard for anyone he thinks.

The days went on and finally the movie came to a wraps. Y/n felt really sad but Harry didn't. Well he was gonna miss his fellow actors that he was with each day but Harry knew he'd see y/n again. They actually made plains to meet up when they arrived back in LA. They still hadn't labeled what their relationship was at this time but they both knew it was more than a friendship. Both Harry and y/n were just afraid to say it. To say it was turning into a relationship.

For many reasons really. Y/n was scared to actually be in a relationship because she was afraid of Harry leaving her like her ex boyfriend did. She didn't want to put her daughter through that again. Also she knew being in a relationship with Harry came with a lot more baggage then she even had. She never thought it through properly, but Harry is famous famous. Y/n was good with taking criticism and hate but she knew that some people in his fan base was ruthless. And having Emma exposed to all that was something that terrified her.

Harry was scared to call what they had a relationship for many reasons as well. He knew that most of his actual relationships never lasted long due to them not being able to take online criticism very well. It would always get too much and they'd leave. He never really blamed them because he knew what his life entailed. The paparazzi and stalkers. The millions of fans that caught his every move. Also Harry was afraid of commitment. Not that he was scared he'd accidently cheat because he was getting tired of the same person each day, but afraid that one day he would realize it just wasn't meant to be and brake her heart. It would kill him to see y/n's heart get broken over something that wasn't even her fault.

When they got back to Los Angeles, y/n told her daughter Emma about Harry. Emma being a moody preteen was not pleased. Emma didn't care if he was famous. She lived in California where she'd walk by celebrities on the streets, so it was a normal occurrence for her to casually see someone famous. Not to mention her mum working on movie sets and getting autographs and photos with them all the time and bringing them home to show her.

When Harry got a break from his movie promo, he invited y/n and Emma to come to his home. Harry was always cautions as to who he let come to his house. If he ever gave his address to the wrong person, they could share it online for millions to see and he'd end up having to move. But he trusted y/n and wanted to spend some time with her that wasn't in some tiny trailer on a beach in France. Even if that meant Emma had to tag along. If Emma was a part of y/n's life than he'd fully except that.

At first, Emma was shy towards Harry. She knew he was really nice and she liked that her mum was happy, but she had deep rooted trust issues that her father gave her. So any man that her mum tried to be friends with or attempted to date, she would stay cautious and keep a guard up at all times. Also something that Emma found weird and hard to fully except was their age difference. Not that she found anything wrong with it but her mum already had her at a young age and Harry being younger. That would have made him like 12 or something when she was born.

Two months of being back in LA and they made it official. Y/n and Harry were dating. They still choose to keep it on the downlow from the media, but to them and close family, they were a couple. Emma was upset at first but finally excepted it. Her excepting it didn't mean that she was over the moon but she warmed up to the idea more than she had before.

They couldn't do normally dating activities like go to the movies or eat at fancy restaurants because of potential paparazzi, but Harry always tried to make up for that. He'd instead take y/n to his private beach in Malibu and they'd go hiking in the forest. Y/n would get her parents to watch Emma so she could stay the night over at Harry's house on weekends. They'd watch Netflix and cuddle on the couch. Have sex when they got the chance. Life was going good for them.

Through-out all of 2017 and 2018, Harry and y/n continued dating. They had bumps along the way but nothing that they couldn't work through. Y/n still worked as a hair and makeup artist for movie actress and actors. Harry still wrote and preformed music, along with a few acting gigs here and there. Y/n even moved in with Harry at his Los Angeles home a year into officially dating. Along with Emma of course. He gave Emma one of his many spare bedrooms. Harry could actually see himself marring y/n.

She had everything that Harry looked for in a partner. Y/n had a nice personality. Always caring for others. She didn't have the perfect body but that's what made Harry fall in love with her from the start. She didn't care about what others thought of her. Except for Harry because he was the only one who mattered. She was an exceptional cuddlers in bed. And watching y/n and Emma's relationship, it made Harry question what it would be like to see her holding a baby. A new baby. Their baby.

Harry also grew to love Emma. He noticed that she was very timid and shy around him at first but as time grew, she came around. He knew why she was being closed off because y/n explained a lot about their past a few months into dating. Not wanting to keep him out of the loop for too long. So Harry never held it against her or got aggravated with her when she didn't want to share certain things with him or just wanted to be around her mum. He knew how hard it was for him at the age of 8 when his mum and dad got divorced and his mum started dating someone. It took him a while to except his stepdad into his life, but eventually Harry considered Robin his father. Not step but just dad. He was devastated when he got the news of his passing and had to take a trip back to England for the funeral. Harry invited y/n and Emma but they declined saying it was a private family matter that they didn't want to intrude on.

In January of 2019, they got engaged. Harry purposed to y/n during a lovely picnic on his private beach in Malibu. Just him and her and the beautiful Pacific. He was very scared to ask her. What if y/n thought their relationship was moving too fast. They'd been together for a little over 2 years but some couples wait a decade before getting engaged and married. The one thing that made Harry brave enough to actually purpose was all the conversations they'd have late at night or on long distant car rides. Conversations about starting a family together. What it'd be like to have babies they made together. What it'd be like to be officially tied to each other for life. He couldn't see a life without y/n at that point.

Y/n said yes without second thoughts. She loved Harry. Was in love with Harry. And she loved how excepting Harry was of Emma. He never tried to exclude her from things. Always wanting her to be a part of their relationship. Except when he wanted alone time with y/n. They would finally be a proper family. Even though they both knew that a ring or a certificate didn't have to be necessary for them to not already be a proper family. Because they were already a family in their eyes. Harry just wanted to make y/n his wife so they were solidified.

In June of 2019, they had their wedding. It was a small wedding on the same beach Harry purposed to y/n on. They had only close family and friends. Harry's mum and sister came to California all the way from England. Y/n's immediate family were there. It was just what they wanted. Simple but sweet and very private.

Unfortunately the wedding announced their relationship to the public. With all the pictures their friends and family took and posted to Instagram, it was fast news in the Harry Styles fan base as well as major media outlets. Because they had been together for a couple of years, most of Harry's dedicated fans already knew about their relationship. Being as secretive as possible but still trying to live life so the odd appearance of them together would leak. Well it was never set in stone for them but they just assumed and most got it right. Some of his fans didn't take the news well. Saying it was fake and their relationship wasn't real. A stunt as some fans said. Other fans were just happy that Harry was happy. Then a couple fans were just sad and jealous but none the less happy. In the end though, neither y/n or Harry cared about what the public had to say. It wasn't their business even if Harry or y/n occasionally shared glimpses of their relationship online.

After their wedding and a long long conversation, y/n and Emma moved to London with Harry. Harry was still keeping his Los Angeles home for when he came back to visit or work, but wanted to go back to England because he was getting homesick. He'd travel back to England a few times a year as it was for Christmas or family emergencies, but mainly stayed in California for Emma and y/n. Harry knew that y/n loved her job and Emma went to school, but he came up with other options for the both of them.

Harry actually got y/n a job as a hair and makeup artist for UK singers. Well it's wasn't just UK singers but more or less singers singing in the UK. Like for instance Taylor Swift or Shawn Mendes when they would have concerts somewhere in the UK. Instead of doing the hair and makeup for actors and actress in movies or tv, she would be backstage at arenas and stadiums doing the touch ups on singers and performers hair and makeup when they came backstage for costume changes or during the halftime breaks of concerts. Usually singers would need light powder on their faces due to sweating or need a little hairspray if their hair is falling out of place.

As for Emma, Harry and y/n agreed to put her in a private school located in the heart of London. She had the option for public school but beings as though y/n and Harry had unpredictable schedules with their jobs, they knew that private schools were more lineated on missing as long as its a viable reason. And Harry had the money so why not put Emma in a top learning school that would give her the best education.

Emma wasn't happy at first. Moving to a whole other country was a big change for her. She went to a public school in California where she had friends and she had her grandparents that she loved dearly. Though she did visit England a few times since her mum and Harry's relationship begun, living there would not be the same as visiting for a few days. Also she worried the people at her new school would make fun of her accent. Emma had the typical California accent that you hear in movies and tv. Plus she was worried people would bring up Harry all the time.

Back in California, ever since Emma's mum and Harry's relationship was announced to the public, unintentionally, that's the only thing people talked about with her. How is it like living with Harry Styles? Is it weird I want to fuck your step-dad? Have you ever seen him naked? How often does he and your mum have sex? Emma was tired of people only wanting to talk to her because of who her step-dad was. And anytime those questions would be asked to Emma, it made her want to vomit. He's her fucking step-dad. Yes she can obviously see he's not ugly and has a nice body, but thinking anything sexual about him was gross to her. Emma didn't see Harry in that way. She barley saw him as a dad because of his age and her stubbornness to not let him enter her life completely.

Don't get Emma wrong, she loved Harry and y/n's relationship. She had grown fond of their family of three. It's just Emma never got too close to him or let him into her personal problems. Anytime she had trouble at school or felt troubled in anyway, Emma always went to her mum. Most times y/n would tell Harry anyways so he knew about the issues Emma had, but excepted her daughter still being a little closed off towards him. She knew that Emma was slowly growing from her past trauma of abandonment and was letting Harry closer as each day went past.

Once they moved to England with Harry (late 2019), in his London mansion, y/n started her new job and Emma started her new school. Y/n actually really enjoyed her new job. A lot of the celebrities she worked with, she had either met before from being married to a pop star or knew personally from Harry actually being friends with them. Emma started her new school. In America she was still in middle school but there in England, she was actually going to be in high school. Which she thought would be terrifying but turned out to actually make many friends. Friends who didn't care who her step-dad was. Of course some occasionally asked about Harry, which she didn't mind if it was innocent questions like when he's putting new music out or does he sing around the house a lot, but a few of her friends did like asking invasive questions.

Harry had to explain to Emma what she could and couldn't say about him. Like Emma couldn't go to school and share a unfinished song that he had shared with her and y/n. Or Emma couldn't talk about private matters when it came to his career. That wasn't much of a problem for her anyways because she quite liked knowing she had secrets only she and her family knew about. It was fun to her.

When covid-19 hit the world in the beginning of 2020, all three of their lives were put on hold. Harry couldn't go on tour like he had planed. Y/n didn't have a job because her job required concerts to happen and concerts everywhere had stopped. Though her not working didn't matter financially because being married to Harry, she was already rich, but she was sad because she actually loved her job. Emma had to do school work at home through zoom calls. Other students on zoom would beg her to show Harry on screen or ask her to sneak a candid shot of him doing an everyday task, but she was more respectful then that. Emma knew Harry liked his privacy and she knew how he struggled with finding it and knows his home is one of his safe spaces that she didn't want to mess with. She even had teachers that would try and medal in her home life and ask unnecessary questions just because they knew she lived with Harry. It aggravated her but she just had to ignore it and move on.

So through the remainder of 2020, y/n, Harry, and Emma stayed at home most days doing family activities or doing work related jobs that could be done at home. For Harry it was writing songs. For Emma it was school work. For y/n it wasn't much because she relied on other people in order to do her job but she did give Harry and Emma hair cuts and makeovers when she would get bored.

Now in the current year of 2021 and the world is slowly opening back up. Harry still couldn't tour yet but he got to do the odd radio interview if it was in England. Y/n started getting a few jobs lined up for some small concerts they're allowing to happen. Emma went back to actually attending school. Life was slowly getting back to normal.

Until one day, y/n had to fly back to LA for a friends funeral. A friend she had in school and kept in touch with for a few years after. They hadn't been the best of friends in recent years but still spoke over text every few months. Y/n got the call that her friend was in a horrible car accident in the middle of the night. As soon as she heard the words of her friends name, car, and accident, she broke into hysterical tears. Harry imminently sat up from the bed and comforted y/n by pulling her into his chest and rocked back and forth until she was breathing steady and fell back asleep in his arms.

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(Emma age 16)

CURRENTLY-

Y/n had just left with one of Harry's drivers to the airport so she could get on a plane to fly back to California for her friends funeral. She's gonna be gone for about a week and that leaves Emma and Harry home alone together. Sure they have been home alone together before but just not overnight. Emma was a little nervous to stay with Harry without her mum home. Not that she is scared of him or anything he'll do, but even having been in her life for 5 years now, she still isn't that close to Harry. Close as in hugging or having deep conversations. Still, Harry didn't push her because he could see the progress she was making and knew eventually they'll have a father/daughter bond that he actually wanted. Harry wants to be close to Emma. He loves Emma. He'd do just about anything for her, that's how much he loves her. Even if him and her mum got a divorce, which isn't happening, he'll still make Emma a part of his life.

"Can I maybe go to my friends house for tonight?" Emma asks Harry while they sit in the movie room, minutes after y/n left for the airport.

"Which friends and what will you be doing there?" Harry questions her back. Harry may be young himself but knows how to act like a parent when necessary. He knows all too well how British teens act and doesn't want Emma to be caught up in anything that's not appropriate.

"Umm, just Katie's house and a few others from school. We're hanging out and having a sleepover." Emma responds. Harry knows a few of her friends because on the rare occasion she was aloud to bring friends over they'd meet. Harry has met Katie several times and thinks she's trustable enough.

"Alright but if you need me for anything, anything at all, call me. I'll come pick you. And make sure you have your phone on you incase I need to call and check on you." Harry says to Emma.

With her step-dads permission, Emma goes up to her room and calls Katie to let her know she's able to come over. Then she quickly packs a overnight bag. Once that is done, Emma walks back down to the movie room to ask for a ride. "Harry, could you please drive me over there." she asks shyly.

"Of course, my love." Harry speaks while standing from the sofa. He calls all the women in his life love so he doesn't hesitate before saying it, nor does Emma feel uncomfortable with him saying it. She'd gotten to learn that the British love tossing that word around.

They walk to their home car garage and get in his black Range Rover. His least flashy car. Whenever he does normal things that isn't correlated to his fame, Harry likes driving his most normal car. It draws less attention to him and his family. Harry backs out and drives down their driveway that has a security gate and types in the code before continuing the journey to Katie's house across London.

Katie lives in a fairly big house. She does go to a private school after all so her parents have money. Emma tells Harry directions to her house and he takes her there. Once they arrive, Emma steps out and Harry wishes he could give her a goodbye hug but knows she isn't to that level of comfort with him yet. While backing up, Harry can see a group of teenagers staring out the front window of the house watching him. Presumably drooling over him. Though they didn't ask Emma about her step-dad a lot out of respect, doesn't mean they don't get excited when she talks about him or shows them photos of Harry. Yeah they have a crush on her step-dad but they don't care. As long as they don't share that with Emma.

Harry arrives home about 15 minutes later and decides to call his wife. He wasn't going to mention Emma being at a friends house unless y/n specifically asked because he doesn't want her to be mad at him. They don't allow Emma to stay with friends often because they are very protective parents, but Harry was feeling generous today. After a lengthy phone call with his wife, Harry takes a shower and decides to call it a night. Harry never was one for staying up too late anyways. Unless y/n took part in it and well, everyone knows what's being inferred.

Emma starts off having a great night. She and her school friends do normal teenage stuff. Until Katie decides to sneak a bottle of her parents liquor up to her bedroom. This has Emma caught off guard. She has never drank straight up liquor before. Only ever sips of wine that either her mum or Harry would allow at a fancy dinner. Mainly because the drinking age in the UK was a lot lower than in America, but she was still underage.

"I don't know if this is a good idea." Emma states concernedly to her friends. One thing her British friends learned from Emma, was how much of a scaredy-cat Americans are. Sometimes its for good reasoning and other times they think it's her being ridiculous.

"Oh come on Emma. My mum and dad just left for a friends party and we're here alone. It'll make you feel good. You can only take a sip if you'd like." Katie says to a nervous Emma.

Emma falls under peer pressure. Katie passes the bottle of liquor around the group of friends and they each take a hefty swig. When it gets handed to her, she takes a deep breath and tilts the bottle back, allowing the alcohol to run down her throat. This is nothing like the wine she's drank before. This is so much stronger and it's making her chest burn.

A few minutes later, Emma, Katie, and the rest of their friends downed the whole bottle of liquor. At this point they're all very tipsy and because they're tipsy, they aren't thinking clearly. Therefore they decide to do stupid things like drink more alcohol. They collectively walk down to Katie's kitchen and grab another unopened bottle of liquid poison. They each take turns chugging the newest bottle and before they know it, they're all DRUNK.

To start, they are all laughing and acting foolish like your typical drunks do, but then things go bad quickly. Because Emma doesn't really drink alcohol, her body isn't use to the amount she puts in it and in the short amount of time she's done it in. Her and her friends only started drinking an hour ago and they've downed two large bottles of hard liquor between them. They didn't mix it with anything to dilute the alcohol percentage, so it goes straight into their bloodstreams. Unlike Emma, the rest of her friends are use to drinking. Their parents may not let them drink to this extent but they allow them to drink on weekend and on holidays. They know what being drunk feels like and how to cope with the side effects. Emma doesn't.

They make it back to Katie's bedroom when Emma starts whining out. It isn't a cry and its not a scream. Just something in-between. Abruptly stopping her laughing fit, Katie turns to Emma and asks in a slurred voice, "Emmmma, what's the matter?"

Emma can barley think properly but all she knows is her chest is on fire, her head is spinning, and her stomach is in excruciating pain. Like stabbing pain. Maybe this is what it's like to be drunk she thought. She's never been drunk so she doesn't know, but she always thought people had fun when they were drunk. She isn't having fun anymore. All Emma can mumble out is, "My stomach is hurting so bad."

Katie knows that some people gets terrible stomach aches after drinking the night away or in the mornings due to hangovers, but she's never seen someone complain only an hour after drinking. "It's alright Emma. I'm sure you'll be fine." Katie says but not even sure if she believes her own words. The pain in her chest, head, and stomach get to be too much and Emma starts crying. While crying, she gets on the floor and curls into a ball, not knowing what else to do.

This is when Katie and the rest of their friends know they must do something. Even if that means getting in trouble for drinking themselves. They care about Emma enough to not let her suffer or even die before they would be too scared of getting caught. "Sadie, where is Emma's phone?" Katie near about yells from panic. She barley had a right mind herself but because she's familiar with the state she's in, she can still function to some degree. Their friend Sadie reaches on the bed to grab Emma's phone and hands it to Katie.

Emma is somewhat aware of what they're doing and starts to panic at the thought of them calling Harry. Her friends know her mum is out of town and that Harry is the only one watching her for the week. She never really acts up. She makes all good grades and has respectful manners. The thought of Harry or even her mum finding out she's got drunk at her friends house is terrifying. She'd almost rather die on the floor she's currently laying on then have Harry come get her. But that's too late because Katie is already stumbling out of her bedroom and walking down the hall to call Harry herself.

Katie is more than terrified to have to call Emma's step-dad at 12:00 in the morning and tell him his step-daughter is basically drunk and its all her fault, but she isn't going to let Emma die and that's what looks like is happening. She is also scared to call Harry because he's Harry, Harry Styles. The person she has naughty thoughts about on the daily. Pushing all those thoughts to the side, she unlocks Emma's phone and searches for Harry's name, then pushes call.

Harry is asleep in him and his wife's bed alone, wishing he has his cuddle buddy when his phone rings. Normally he wouldn't think much of it but because his wife is in a different country with different time zones, he thinks it might just be her. Then he thinks it could be Emma because she's at a friends house tonight. Harry sits up with squinting eyes and answers his phone that's charging on his night stand.

"Hello." Harry answers in a sleep ridden voice.

Katie takes a deep breath and prays her words don't come out slurred, "Umm yes this is Katie, Emma's friend. So umm Emma kind of got drunk and now she's on the floor crying and saying her stomach is hurting baldly."

Harry imminently jumps out of bed to searches for some proper cloths while keeping the phone to his ear with the help of his shoulder. "What the fuck! Why was she drinking??" Harry near about yells as his mind is racing to all the possibilities of what could happen to Emma.

"Well we kind of snuck my parents liquor because they went to a party with friends and everyone else is fine, but Emma just had a bad reaction." Katie says in a small voice.

Harry thinks Katie is absolutely mental. Of course Emma is going to have a negative reaction. She's 16 with a body weight of 120 pounds and she doesn't drink alcohol. Then Harry has to remind himself that Katie and the rest of their friends are very young and may not have known that though. He wants to be mad but is just thankful that they had the decency to actually call him and put themselves at risk of getting in trouble.

While grabbing his keys by the garage door, Harry questions out of breath, "Is she conscious? You need to make sure she stays conscious!"

"Yes, yes Emma is awake. She's just crying and in pain." Kate responds quickly to hopefully bring down Harry's nerves a bit.

Sighing in relief and driving out of their car garage, he speaks back to Katie on the phone, "Tell her I'm on my way and make sure she's on her side incase she pukes."

The call ends and Harry rushes to Katie's house. He's completely awake now and full of adrenaline, worried about his step-daughter even though he views her as his own daughter. His hands are shaking as he grips the wheel with nerves and is afraid that Emma has alcohol poisoning which would be the worst possible scenario.

While Harry is on his way, Katie and Sadie manages to get Emma off the floor and they carry her down the stairs, setting her on the couch. Emma cries the whole time from the amount of pain she's in. Then a loud knock comes from the front door. Katie, the owner of the house, runs to answer it knowing it's probably Harry. Even though she has been dyeing to meet him, she'd much rather not have to meet him this way. When Harry is probably mad at her.

Katie opens the door quickly and unsteadily walks Harry to where Emma is curled up on the sofa. And though she knows now isn't the right time, she can't help but think about how sexy Harry looks, even if he's just woken up and is wearing grey sweat pants and a black hoodie. Harry walks over to Emma, ignoring her friends all together, and squats down beside the couch. Then he cradles her jaw in his hand and wipes away some of her tears that can't seem to stop. "Shhh you're alright. Tell me what's hurting you!" Harry speaks as calmly as possible in his state of anxiety.

Barley opening her mouth, Emma slurs' with pointing fingers, "My chest is burning and my head is dizzy and my stomach feels like someone is stabbing me."

"Shhh you're gonna be okay my love. Try and breath for me. I'm gonna take you home." Harry tells her.

Without worrying about her overnight bag, Harry picks Emma's unstable body up from the fetal position she's in on the sofa and makes his way out the door. Katie hands Harry her phone so at least she doesn't go home without that. He takes Emma's phone and slips it into his hoodie pockets. Right before he exits the front door, Harry stops and says what he only thinks is right to say to her friends. "Look, I'm grateful that you girls called me to let me know something was wrong but its still very wrong of you to have let her drink or even drink yourselves. Something very bad could have happened tonight. Emma isn't used to drinking like most British teens are and her body isn't taking it well. When is your parents going to arrive home?" Harry ends his speech with that question because he's nervous about leaving two drunk girls home alone even though he can clearly see they are sobering up from the current events taking place.

"They're on their way." Katie says softly and avoiding eye contact because Harry scolding her is making her feel embarrassed. Rightfully so though.

Harry excepts her answer and continues his walk to his Range Rover parked by the street with Emma clung to his body. He wants to be angry with her as well. He wants to tell her she was so stupid for even taking a sip of alcohol, but understands what peer pressure is like and also feels terribly bad for his step-daughter right now. She looks helpless and in a lot of pain. He remembers his first time getting drunk and it didn't end well. He got in so much trouble that he was scared to even touch alcohol until he joined One Direction. He doesn't want Emma to fear alcohol like he had. He just wants to educate her on the risks and dangers of drinking it like she had done.

Harry opens the back door to his car and carefully places Emma across his backseat, laying her down on her side. He figures her sitting up causes a lot of pain since she's been laying down and he wants her to be as comfortable as possible. But he also wants her to lay on her side incase she throws up to avoid choking. He's dealt with many drunk people in his time to know how to properly take care of one. Harry just wishes it didn't have to be someone he loves dearly as far as them being this drunk in the first place. Not that he doesn't want to take care of a loved one who's drunk because he would rather it be him taking care of them so he knows their in good hands.

Once Emma is situated, Harry gets in the drivers seat and drives off in the dark. He can hear Emma whimpering in the backseat with her arms around her middle and knows once they get home, she must throw up the liquor. There is no way in hell Harry is letting her fall asleep with that much alcohol in her system.

Five minutes away from their gated neighborhood, and without warning, Harry hears the sounds of loud retching from the backseat. As soon as he turns his head to glance back, all he sees is a gush of vomit expel from Emma's mouth and onto his back floorboard. Now's the time Harry is mentally cursing himself for not bringing a bag or something to catch her potential puke in. "Shit." Harry curses out loud. The only thing keeping him able to continuing driving is knowing she's on her side and safe and the fact they are seconds from pulling into their long driveway.

They finally arrive back home from Harry's trip across London at 1:00 in the morning and he quickly exits the vehicle to be by his step-daughters aid. Opening the back door, he gets a clear view at the mess created. Harry has never been too well with handling vomit because of his weak stomach but right now, he's in dad mode. "Come ere' sweetheart." Harry softly speaks to Emma who's out of it, while carefully pulling her body out of the car and into his hold again knowing she's unable to walk. When her face lands on his shoulder, he knows she just got puke on his hoodie from her face being covered in it but blocks it out so he doesn't end up with two puking people. Right as he's shutting the back door of his vehicle, with Emma once again clung to him like a koala bear, he makes a mental note to call someone to come clean the vomit out the car tomorrow or he'll have a big problem.

While Harry is half way up the stairs inside their house, he hears Emma slur in his neck, "I don't feel good." This has him picking up his pace to avoid another vomit accident.

"It's alright. We're almost to the bathroom." Harry replies.

Thankfully they make it to his and y/n's bathroom before Emma pukes again. Harry sets her down in front of the toilet and grabs an elastic band to pull back her hair. The hair that already has small bits of vomit in it unfortunately. Then he pulls the soiled hoodie over his head and throws it in the clothes basket located in the corner of the master bathroom. After that, he comes to sit directly behind his step-daughter and positions her head over the toilet so he doesn't have to clean the floors afterwards.

Emma dry heaves in the bowl and Harry waits patiently for her to throw up, while rubbing over her back. "Come on darling. Throw up and your stomach will feel so much better afterwards." he coos to her. Right after the words leave his mouth, she pukes again but this time in a place where clean up isn't necessary. Harry is somewhat glad its pure alcohol she's throwing up and not chunks of rotten food. It doesn't look as disgusting but still looks unpleasing to the eye.

When Emma feels her stomach calm down, she raises her head and feels the urge to cry. This is the moment she finds out she's an emotional drunk. Some, like her friends, are giggly and laughing drunks, but not her sadly. Emma isn't crying because she's in pain like she was earlier. Now she's crying from guilt. Guilt that she even let herself get this drunk in the first place. Guilt that Harry had to drive across the city to come pick her up in the middle of the night. Her mind is much more clearer since throwing up all that alcohol and now just wants to die from guilt, shame, and embarrassment.

If she was sober, Emma wouldn't hug Harry. She's never too affection with him as far as normal father/daughter relationships typically are. Like hugging him. Telling him she loves him. Come to him with her problems. Harry wishes more than anything that she would open up towards him and allow him to be a proper father to her. He'd love to have daily hugs from her and give her warm cuddles when she isn't feeling well, but Emma hasn't been ready for that type of relationship with her step-dad. Right now though, she doesn't care that the part of her brain that has lasting trauma is telling her not to let Harry too close. That he'll only love her now and leave her later, just like her biological father did.

When Emma turns around completely from the acid filled toilet to face Harry, she without hesitation, lunges forward and engulfs him in a tight hug. Harry is taken back at first but then wraps his arms securely around her frail body and rocks them back and forth on the bathroom floor, as he lets her cry in his hold. "I'm sorry....I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Emma keeps repeating on his shoulder. "I didn't mean to get drunk." Even though Harry is aggravated that she fell under the peer pressure of her friends and this situation could have been so much worse, he can't be mad at her. Not when this is her first time being drunk and doesn't quite know what's happening to her body. She's just helpless at this point and needs to be comforted, not yelled at or scolded. Harry knows he must reassure her that it's alright and he's not upset with her so she can calm down and stop her uncontrollable crying.

"Hey," Harry begins, "I'm not angry okay. Slightly disappointed but its alright. I love you and I'm just happy you're okay and something bad didn't happen to you." Harry tells Emma he loves her all the time and never gets one in return, but that's okay to him. He knows deep down she loves him. She just has a hard time saying it .

A few minutes later, when Emma's stomach seems to be settled, Harry helps her off the floor and sets her on the bathroom counter. He wipes her face off with a wash cloth and drags a few strands through the cloth as well to get out remints of vomit. She can barley hold her head up but he prevents her from falling with his strong arms. Fortunately, Emma somehow didn't get puke on her clothes so she's fine to sleep in what she has on. Then Harry picks her body up and carries her over to y/n and his bed. He doesn't want Emma to sleep in her room alone in case she happens to throw up again and starts choking.

Once Emma is laid down on her mums side of the bed, Harry tells her he'll be right back and leaves to go grab her a glass of water. When he returns, Emma is half asleep but forces her to sit up anyways and helps her hold the glass to chug the water. He needs her to flush her system as much as possible. Yes she threw up most of the alcohol, but that doesn't mean there isn't still some left in her system. The water should dilute what's left in her stomach and eliminate the toxins alcohol creates. After Emma completely drinks the full glass of water, Harry goes to grab a trash can and sets it on the floor beside the bed nearest to her, in case she feels sick at any point during the rest of the early morning. Then goes to turn off all the lights and crawls back into bed.

Harry was gonna give Emma her proper space. He knew she wasn't very affectionate with him even though they shared a loving hug in the bathroom minutes prior. And even though he wanted a more affectionate relationship with his step-daughter, he did slightly feel uncomfortable because it felt new for him.

Right as Harry's mind started drifting back to sleep on his side of the bed, Emma starts shifting beside him. He gets worried she's feeling sick again but suddenly senses her body close to his. He lays as still as possible to see what she's doing. Maybe its her drunken mind or maybe its her disobeying the negative thoughts in her head that warn her not to get close to her step-dad (not necessarily physically but more so emotionally) because he'll only hurt in the future, but she scoots over towards his body and without much thought, places her head on his chest and curls up in his side. Harry just lays there in a bit of shock and before he has the chance to ask her what she's doing, Emma speaks. "I love you. I'm happy you're in mine and my moms life. You make her really happy you know. You also make me happy whether you know it or not. I just have a weird way of showing it because of these thoughts in my head that tell me not to let you too close. That you'll only hurt me by leaving me one day. Just like my real dad did to me." Her voice cracks when she mentions her biological dad and Harry stays quiet to let her continue. "But I want to be closer with you. I want to have a bond with you that I never got with my real dad. I want to one day feel confident enough to call you dad or refer you to my friends as dad instead of step-dad or Harry. You may only be a step-dad to me but you're so much better than my real dad ever was. I can't thank you enough. I love you." she finishes off with the second I love you and Harry has tears in his eyes. Good thing they're in the dark because he doesn't want her to know how much her words affected him.

Taking a deep breath to control his emotions and while rubbing up and down Emma's back soothingly, Harry says in a quiet voice, "Emma, I love you so so so much. When your mum first told me she had a daughter, I wasn't, not even for a second, upset or disliking of that thought. I told her that if this relationship works out, you'd be a part of my life just as much as she would. Well that relationship did work out and I ended up marrying your beautiful and amazing mother. I'm so happy you and your mum are a part of my life now. I couldn't be more happy. You both bring me joy and happiness each day that I don't think I would have found otherwise. And I will never EVER leave you like your father did. Even if one day me and your mum get a divorce, I'll still make you a part of my life. But we aren't getting a divorce in the seeable future so don't worry. Just know I love your mum and I love you very much and nothing will ever change that. Not even a mistake that happened like tonight. I was a teenager once and know all about the peer pressure friends can put on you. Know that even when you do wrong, I'll love you because that's how unconditional love works. No matter what someone does, if you love them unconditionally, nothing can ever change that, alright."

When Harry finishes his heart to heart speech that he was giving to Emma, he looks down and sees her softly snoring on his chest. He wonders if she got any of what he just spilled out, but really doesn't care either way because just saying all that out loud was therapeutic for him. What Harry isn't aware of is Emma did hear most of his words. The important words at least. The words that meant the most. Harry pulls the duvet up higher on their bodies so they don't get cold and quickly falls asleep, with her body half way on top of his, due to the state of exhaustion his body is in from all the running around he's done tonight. Now he has to debate if he should tell his wife what went on tonight of keep it a secret between him and Emma!

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AN: Please let me know which part of this story you would like a whole "chapter" on. For example, their wedding. I just briefly mentioned that their wedding took place but if you'd like a play by play on their wedding day, I can write that. Or if you want moments from when they are dating and y/n is staying at his house. What ever you want me to go more into detail with, I'll write or things I didn't add but stuff that could have happened in-between their storyline that I can make up for this universe.

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emmyesevermore · 3 years

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i get you thinking taylor is bi but..... why cant y’all respect her privacy. makes me just even more mad. same thing with larries. but worse. 😑

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juniebjoneswrites · 4 years

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Bring Me Home // Harry Styles

Steps From The Past (4)

Just one chapter from ya boi’s big debut!

T/W: brief gross teacher

/the past/

It’s been three weeks since Eli’s death, a week ago they declared him a missing person. I haven't spoken in five days, haven't left my bed in three. I watch the sun rise and set, rise and set like a melody that if maybe I can get it just right, I won't have to hear it anymore. I won't have to hear anything, not my sister crying in the room across the hall or my parents arguing in hushed tones in the dead of night. I won't have to hear my ragged breaths or the stomach pains from not eating. But I do hear. In the mornings when the birds wake I try to find comfort in their tunes and the warmth of the sun but I'm so frozen over that it can't penetrate my ozone. I like to think I have gravity as if the dust is being pulled down, settling over my body, and sinking into my skin. I imagine it trying to absorb my energies and become whole again but I tell it if that were possible then I wouldn't be lying here. At night I don't hear anything for long periods. Time is broken up by sirens and stray animals foraging in trash cans. I try to listen for whispers that come from just out of reach in case he wants to speak to me or to let me explain. But I know that if he didn't want to listen in life then he's definitely not going to in death.

It's the middle of the day and my mom brings me another sandwich I will not eat. My sister's room is loud and heavy with her music. She sets the plate on my night stand and picks up the old one. My eyes are closed but I can feel her staring at me as she makes her way to the door. I let out a breath as I think she's left, but she puts the plate on my dresser and crawls into bed. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close and tight. She smells of lavender and honey and I feel her warmth trying to seep into my bones. I want to cry and scream and make her hurt because I can't make anyone else hurt. I need somewhere to direct it but there's no one to blame but myself.

I watch myself thrash, yell, and cry. The snot from my nose is uncontrollable. I am inconsolable. I watch as I lash out at her, she feels my pain but she doesn't run away like I want. I want her to be afraid, to leave me, but she pulls me in hard. I push back harder. I want someone to hurt. If the anger can't escape what will be left of me in the end? Will the heat melt my ice? Boil me over and spill my secrets?

But I am frozen. My anger and pain are locked away under my cold skin and a sunken face. Moving would give way to screams and emotions that I don't deserve. So I let my mother hold me and do the only thing she thinks she can. I let her warmth radiate as it tries to thaw me. When the tears come silently, still with enough coldness to become snow, I slowly bury us alive. The thing with moms is that even as I bury us here I know she won't flinch.

On day eight I find myself in the kitchen standing in front of the stove. The blueing hues from the window tells me the sun will soon rise. I shuffle around maybe aimlessly, maybe not. I'm not sure. I don't realize my hands have a plan until I'm sitting at the table with them wrapping around a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The smell is dark and sweet, making my mouth water. I take a sip and let it scald my mouth and warm my belly. More shuffling comes from behind me.

"Josie?" I croak, slightly startled by my voice.

"Mmm," She sits at the table across from me and stares at the mug. I can see her thinking it over before she grabs her own. I watch her pour the boiling water and mix it with chocolate powder. When we were younger we tried to eat the packets with a spoon and ended up choking.

I want to talk to her. Or do I just want to hear her voice? I don't know. Either way she doesn't speak and neither do I. She pulls my chair away from the table and climbs on my lap. I wrap my arm around my sister's waist and press my face into her side, letting out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. She slides her arm around my shoulder, resting her head on mine. I sip my drink. She sips hers.

"We should shower today," She softly says after a long while. We do smell.

"I haven't cared,"

"Me either,"

"You do smell pretty bad," I say. I might be grinning. She lifts her head up and makes a pained sound. I finish my hot chocolate. We don't take a shower, just walk to her bed and fall asleep until the sun sets again.

I finally take my mom's advice to run but I don't initially start this first time out of the house. I take labored step after labored step and push my legs forward like a puppet. I'm groggy and hazy and the world won't slow down. It's kept going at the same pace it always has. It didn't take time to mourn or review it's checks and balances to see if it made the right choice. It just kept going and now we have to find our way back in like jumping on a train at full speed. I don't check my footing or where I'm placing my hands as I Jump, I go blindly.

Being in the everyday motions feels like hitting the train car at full speed. My palms are sweaty and my breath comes like a punch to the gut. I find things to latch on to. I sit on the bench at the library we use to go to and pretend we're all there people watching. "That woman over there looks like she tells the birds her life as she feeds them," Mia once said, I can hear us laugh but I can hear Elijah laugh the loudest. When I see my reflection in the library's windows, it's just me. I walk away.

I find myself at the skate park where Josie taught me to skateboard. I wiped out, taking most of the blow to my knees. I think there's still a rock in there somewhere. In high school I watched Isaac ask Allie to be his girlfriend before Isaac realized he actually liked Jonah. We joked that Allie must have been a bad girlfriend. When Mia was 13 she told me that a neighborhood guy tried to feel her up behind the drop in ramp without asking. Elijah overheard and the next day we saw him with busted knuckles; when we asked him about it he just winked and shrugged. Mia blushed.

I walk by the elementary school we grew up in, only a mile or so from the high school we graduated from years ago. I wonder if our names are still under the desk in math, room 104. There was a scandal there about a teacher seducing a student and allegedly trying with others. No one found out who the girl was, they kept the information closed. But I can't see the science building without remembering how Allie never went back for Mr. Samuel's lessons after he asked to see her after class, she wouldn't tell me why. It wasn't until my sister broke down his classroom door after school that I realized. She saw his hand on my thigh and kicked the chair from under him. She pushed his chest down, "You'll get what you deserve." And he did.

The ice cream shop across town was walking distance from where my father worked and he would give us money on Fridays to get some, so long as we brought him back one after. That's where, in 10th grade, Jonah and Isaac found a dog with three legs wandering around eating from the garbage. They managed to entice it with ice cream and take it back to Isaac's. He had a dog already but his parents took him in anyway. They named him Berry after the strawberry flavor they captured him with.

Once at a roller rink Jonah fell and Josie accidentally ran over his finger. She stumbled to a stop and crawled back to him, screaming. He was laughing so hard from her reaction, and probably the shock, that he hadn't cared about the blood coming from his fingers. I sped us to the hospital while Elijah called his dad. By the time we got there the shock had worn off, leaving him with the pain. We called him hook for the rest of the year on account of how the bandages made his hand look. He just smiled as Isaac held his other one.

Once Sam told me I should be nicer because no one would want me. Sam is three years older than Elijah. Josie is two years older than me. Sam and Josie used to spend a lot of time together in her room listening to music really loudly. I knew what they were doing but I was still angry that she didn't ever want me to hangout with them together. So when Sam came over I went to see Elijah. Two can play that game, I thought. And two, they played.

Elijah kissed me one afternoon on winter break after we played outside for hours. My whole body was freezing but his lips were soft, albeit cold. As he took my hand and brought me back inside I thought of Mia and her secret glances his way. Blushing when he'd sit next to her, how she always seemed to have just what he needed, when he needed it. I couldn't look at her the next time I saw her but Elijah acted like nothing happened so eventually I let myself think nothing did. That following summer he took her to the movies and she told me that when they went back to his house they had sex. I smiled and told her that as long as she wanted to, then I was happy for her. On the drive home I thought of his bed.

When I got back I wanted to talk to my sister but as usual, Sam was there so her door was shut. I banged and banged until finally she opened it. "What?" She asked annoyed and out of breath. I guess she could see my youthful confusion and anger, I was 16 and she was 18. I knew what they were doing but I didn't know what I was doing. She sighed and opened the door wider, Sam looked annoyed. I shot him a dirty look and he stood up defensively. She was my sister.

"What's your problem?" He asked. My sister raised her eyebrows at him.

"You're my problem," I sneered.

"I was just sitting here,"

"Yeah well now you're not, so you can leave," I threw him his sweater. He laughs, "You know what?" he snatches his shoes, "No one's going to want you if you're going to be such a bitch all the time," With that my sister smacked him across the back of the head and pushed him from her room. He whirled around, "Why do you think Eli didn't choose you?"

"Because he was too busy hiding from you!" I screamed at him, slamming her door in his face.

I leaped face down on her bed and screamed into the pillow. Asking what happened, she crawled on the bed and rested her body on mine. "He slept with Mia," I told her through pillows and tears. But I didn't tell her that on that winter day on break, I did also.

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Happy Birthday, Harry! 💖

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#harry styles #candids #positivity #taylorwift #lovestory #gay #lesbian #loveislove #lgbt #Juliet #celebs #Spotify

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If you are looking for something to absolutely ruin your life.

Larry fanfic, 250k+, freshly updated for your liking. Lots of character development, dark secrets, way too overreaching side characters and a lot of slow-burning romance.

For all of us still wanting to keep the 1D magic alive...

A fanfic determined to make you stay up at night and ignore all your responsibilities.

I am grateful for the hardships life has thrown at me, because without them I never would have met you. (or the one where they both have a lot of emotional baggage, but the posh and becks duo will eventually figure it out) (x)

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BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND

HI! I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY FIRST ONE SHOT (I HAVE A LOT MORE IN MIND) I LOVE IT A WHOLE LOT! X S 10k words | MY MASTERLIST | PINTEREST

When Rachel is absolutely head over heels for her brother's best friend and he doesn't feel the same (or so she thought)

Rachel's first ever encounter with a cat was when she was about three, and according to her parents, she had been completely in awe of the animal. She recalls the picture of her and the cat sitting in her grandparent's home on their console. It was their cat, Fluffy as she recalls, and the white ball of fur had crawled onto her lap and had fallen asleep all while Rachel sat there in awe, not even touching the thing. Everyone had watched on with wide eyes, afraid the cat (having a bad reputation of scratching everything that it comes in contact with) will take the leap, however it didn't even make a move. It just slept there, for the rest of the afternoon. However, right after the cat woke up from its nap on Rachel, it attacked her brother Joe and from then, each time the family would get together, Fluffy would be locked up in her grandparent's room to avoid any further scratch attacks.

Her second encounter was with the same cat, Fluffy who was thereafter the cat-who-shall-not-be-named. It was a classic Sunday brunch at her grandparent's, with all the family sitting around the large table in the garden (even though it was November, but no one could argue with her nanna who was a force to be reckoned with everyday, let alone Sunday brunch). Fluffy had been locked up in her grandparent's bedroom, as per every week, and everyone was extremely grateful for it since they all collectively hated the cat. They were all eating, all the adults sat at their table and all the kids at another when Rachel made her escape. All she really wanted was a piece of the chocolate cake in the kitchen (she'd always been obsessed with cake). However, as a short five year old, she couldn't reach the counter and ventured her way into her grandparent's bedroom to get the stool (she would always use it when brushing her teeth at a sleepover with them and therefore, it was in their bathroom ready for her) which she took to the kitchen. However, in the process, she let the cat out who then proceeded to jump on the counter and push the cake off- which absolutely killed Rachel- to the point of her shouting at him. She had been shouting at him (along the lines of 'You're the worst!' 'Bad kitty!') when her mum walked into the room to the crazy scene in front of her. Just as her mum was about to tell her to be careful, Fluffy attacked, scratching her chin (leaving a scar for the rest of her life) and ergo, her hatred of cats was spawned.

The next time she encountered a cat was at her primary school best friend's house. It was her first time over for a playdate and her friend was so excited to show Rachel her cat Whiskers. Rachel remembers the craziness of it all. As soon as her friend brought out Whiskers, Rachel burst into tears and hid behind the living room couch waiting for her friend to get rid of the cat. Her friend, being utterly confused as to why she was afraid of her cat, just put the cat down which then ran towards Rachel in curiosity. This then had her in absolute hysterics as the cat sniffed her up and then just walked away. Even though the cat didn't do anything to her, Rachel still absolutely hated cats, and still does.

So that's why, when her brother plans a weekend away with his longtime girlfriend and she asks Rachel to look after her cat, she says no.

"No?" Joe, her brother asks with a shocked face.

"Nope" Rachel shakes her head, standing her ground.

"C'mon, Rach, don't be like that" He says.

"I hate cats, Joe, there is no chance I am looking after one for a whole weekend. Can't you guys just leave it with food and water, m'sure it'll be fine" She says, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Jesus, there is something seriously wrong with you" He scoffs.

"Please Rach, I beg of you! He's so good. His name is Theo and he's cuddly and good and definitely won't scratch you" Jaz, Joe's girlfriend asks.

"Jazzy, with all due respect, I don't trust a word out of your mouth" She says bluntly and both Joe and Jaz groan.

"I'll do anything for you" Jaz asks, "whatever you want"

"Whatever I want?"

"Whatever you want" Joe agrees and Rachel takes a moment to think but instead asks.

"Why can't you give him to one of your friends to look after him?"

"We asked Harry but he'll be away till Saturday so you'll only have to watch him for a night and Harry will take over"

"One night?" Rachel debates.

"One night, Harry will take over for the rest of the weekend" Jaz states.

"Why the fuck didn't you open with that? I'll do it" she puts her hand out for them to shake.

"You're so odd"

That's why, on the next Friday afternoon, Jaz and Joe drop the fluffy little menace off at Rachel's town house, equipped with all his things (such as food, his bed and some toys) and leave, with a wish of good luck to the pair (Theo and Rachel).

"Alright little psychopath, go lie in your bed or summat" Rachel waves off the cat, who is staring at her. "Stop staring at me!" She says with wide eyes, backing up into her bedroom. "Alright, you stay there, imma stay in my room" She closes the door behind her before jumping onto her bed and phoning her brother.

"What's wrong now, Rach?" Joe answers quickly.

"The fucking cat won't stop staring at me" She whispers into the phone, "he looks like he want's to kill me"

"Jesus Rachel" He sighs. "It is not going to kill you"

"You don't know that" She bites her nail nervously. "I can't believe I'm doing this" She says softly, mostly to herself.

"And we're really grateful you are!" Jaz says from the other side of the phone.

"What time did you say Harry is comin' to get the demon tomorrow?" She asks.

"Call him" Joe says, "discuss it with him, you don't need me"

"Ugh I guess"

"Now please, my darling sister" He says sarcastically, "don't call us again yea? The purpose of a vacation is to relax and not be disturbed by annoying sisters"

"Dickhead" She bites back. "Love you both! Have fun and don't make me an aunt yet, m'not ready for that"

"Bye Rach" They both say before Joe hangs up and Rachel pulls up Harry's contact, butterflies becoming present in her belly.

See, Harry has been Joe's best friend ever since primary school and ever since primary school, Rachel has had a big fat crush on him. Growing up with a brother who is only two years older than you opened doors for the adolescent girl that she didn't even know were there. Joe had been one of the popular football kids, often bringing all of his friends home after a practice and Rachel, being the cute younger sister, used to sit on the sidelines and admire all the good looking footballers in her house (granted they weren't that good but in her eyes they were all godlike). Then, there was Harry.

Harry, the boy who lived right around the corner. Harry, the scrawny teenager who dressed up as Scooby- Doo for Halloween. Harry, the curly haired boy in the band. And now, Harry the international recording artist, songwriter, actor and fashion icon. Safe to say, Harry has and will always have Rachel's heart (and he hasn't got a clue). In her mind, she thinks Harry only sees her as his best friend's little sister, who at times annoyed the hell out of him. Rachel and Harry have, let's say a weird relationship. Joe and Harry are practically brothers and Rachel thinks Harry always saw her as his younger sister, just like Joe and therefore, treats her like a younger sister.

That's why, when Joe tells Rachel to call him to ask about the cat, she absolutely freaks out but calls him anyways.

"'ello" Harry answers cheerfully and Rachel feels goosebumps settle on her skin.

"Hi H" She says.

"Ah hi Tiny" She blushes at his use of the nickname (which comes from her height). "How're you doing, love?"

"Should be asking you that rockstar" She teases.

"Oi quit it" He chuckles.

"No seriously, how are you?" She asks.

"Good, busy but really good. Missin' home loads but m'done tomorrow and hopefully will have a bit of a break"

"Sounds good H, everyone needs a bit of a break" She says and he smiles on the other end.

"And you? How's work going?" He asks.

"Busy and shitty but I go into court on Monday which should be exciting"

"Ooh Tiny, the big shot lawyer" He teases like a brother.

"Shut up" She rolls her eyes with a blush. "So I'm calling for a reason"

"Ah man, thought you jus wanted to catch up with me" She can hear his pout and she groans. "Jus teasing, love. What's up?"

"You're comin to fetch the demon from me tomorrow right?" She says and she hears his laughter burst through the phone, the sound being so loud she has to move the phone away from her ear.

"He's just a cat, not a bloody demon Rach" He stifles his laughter.

"That cat is a bloody demon, the fucking thing won't stop staring at me" she says with a frown, "well it isn't anymore" her voice goes softer, Harry getting suspicious.

"What'd you do to it?" He says slowly.

"Nothin" She says simply.

"Tiny" His tone is warning.

"May or may not have locked myself in my room" And once again, his laughter rings through her room.

"You're so strange babe" He laughs.

"So what time are you fetching the dickhead?"

"Watch your language!" He teases.

"Harry!" She groans.

"I'll be at yours at like 9 tomorrow mornin?" He suggests.

"Yea guess I have to accommodate the thing" She sighs.

"Accommodate?" Harry laughs and she groans.

"What else do I do with a fucking cat?"

"Well, you feed it, give it water and give it cuddles"

"You can give the thing cuddles" She spits.

"If you give it a chance it'll give you love, everybody loves gettin loved on" He explains and she frowns.

"Not by a cat" She says.

"Try it babe, I've got a flight to catch but I'll see you tomorrow yeah?"

"Bye H. Have a safe flight" She says.

"Bye love"

After their phone call, Rachel decides to stay put in her room for as long as she can but then she gets hungry and after eating the granola bar in her purse, she realises she had to leave her room at some point. That point was when her stomach begins making audible noises and then she starts, and subsequently cannot stop, thinking about the leftover chicken parm in her fridge.

So she gears up, first putting on clothing that covers every part of her body in case the cat decides to pounce. Then she sits with her ear by the door for a few minutes to make sure the cat is nowhere to be heard before she's ready to make her move. As soon as she opens the door, though, the little devil is sitting outside her door. They make eye contact, and Rachel lets out a squeak and shuts her door. She takes a moment to calm herself down, reassuring herself that it's just a cat and can't do anything to her. She then opens the door again and when she sees that the cat hasn't moved, she makes the decision to slowly walk around it. As she does, the little cat lets out a soft meow and she freaks out, running towards the kitchen.

Once she gets her food out of the fridge and into the microwave, she spots the cat sitting on the kitchen counter, licking its paws and for a second, she thinks it looks pretty adorable (even snaps a picture to send to Jaz). She remembers she needs to feed the cat so does so as her food warms and she watches the cat eat (which she finds cute). When the microwave signals that her food is all warmed up, her thoughts are cut off and she pulls her food out of the microwave.

When deciding on where to sit and eat, she takes a moment, looking over at her living room couch and picturing her sitting cross-legged on her comfy couch watching Criminal Minds on her tv and then she remembers the little demon walking around her house. She then thinks about sitting on her bed and trying to eat her food without messing her bed, while watching Criminal Minds off her phone screen. But when she feels a furry thing rub along her leg she rethinks her decisions, looking down at the demon (who she's warmed up to a bit) and shrugs, making her way to her couch.

It's after two episodes of Criminal Minds and a delicious leftover dinner, when she feels the couch dip by her feet. She freezes for a second, not fully processing what's happening before she remembers Harry's advice. She makes a small move, using her foot to pat the cat slowly and then she feels the cat move and she freezes again, watching the cat move its way into the little spot that she's left on the couch next to her. Once he's settled she calms down and is eventually patting the cat in front of her. That's how she falls asleep.

She wakes up abruptly.

She hears the knocking on the door and immediately shoots up, confused about her surroundings but then remembers that she had fallen asleep on the couch with the cat next to her. The cat. She looks around her town house to see if she can spot the cat and she soon sees him curled up by her feet and she coos.

The knocking on the door returns and she quickly jumps off of the couch and towards her door, shouting 'coming!'. She feels the fur at her feet once again so she just reaches down and picks him up before opening the door, hair messy, eyes sleepy and cat in her arms. The sight on the other side of the door is the complete opposite of what she looks like. There, Harry is stood in workout clothes, a wide and awake smile on his face- which completely throws her off.

"Mornin babe" He charms, "Looks like the devil's changed your mind" He teases and she frowns in confusion before he points to the animal in her arms with a smirk.

"Oh shut it" She shrugs him off and puts Theo on the ground. "Cuppa?" She offers him, opening her door for him to enter her townhouse.

"Please" He smiles and walks in, closing the door behind him and then crouching down to give the cat attention.

"Milk? Sugar?" She calls from the kitchen and he calls his preferences back to her.

Once they've both got their drinks, they take a seat on her couch. "So how was your night?" He says with an eyebrow raised, looking at Theo who's cuddled up to her.

"It was surprisingly good, you're a good little boy aren't ya Te?"

"Te?" Harry teases.

"Everyone deserves a nickname" She shrugs and he chuckles. "How was your time away?" She asks.

"Really good, but not so productive" He shrugs. "Happy to be home, hoping it'll spark some inspiration"

"m'sorry to hear that" She pouts, "but when the inspiration strikes, m'sure it'll be great" She states and he smiles, thanking her softly.

"So tell me about this case next week" He says, turning his body to face hers.

"It's an adoption case, the father is in rehab and the child is getting adopted by his ex-boyfriend" Rachel says simply. "I feel really bad for the little girl, she has no idea what's happening with her father and now she has no clue why she's never seeing him again and the case worker is trying to figure out if the boyfriend will be good for her or not- s'just a bit of a mess" She explains and he listens intently.

"That's heavy" He says, "are you alright working with it though? Obviously work wise you can handle it but emotionally?" And there it is, so big-brotherly of Harry she thinks to herself.

"Yea, uh it's really heavy" She chuckles sadly. "It's really hard like removing myself from the situation emotionally?" She says, hoping Harry understands where she's coming from. "But I'll be alright, just another day's work" She brushes it off, holding her emotions back.

"Love, s'alright to feel sad about it, be emotionally attached, it happens to everyone yea? Jus' remember that it makes you better at your job because it means you really care for your clients and will work harder to get them what they deserve" He reassures her, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Thanks H" She smiles. "So I've executively decided that Theo is staying with me till Joe and Jaz come back" She changes the subject, trying to process the events that just took place (namely Harry's hand on her).

"Oh really?" He teases, eyebrows raised.

"Mhm" She nods, patting the little cat. "He loves me now"

"And you love 'im?" Harry chuckles.

"That I do, he's jus so cuddly" She scrunches her nose, looking at the cat fondly.

And Harry just about melts.

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Harry is so easy to read.

Or at least to his older sister, Gemma. Ever since he had been back and had seen Rachel, his emotions had become way more present and he has no idea what to do with them. See, Harry has been in love with his best friend's little sister ever since he saw her at one of his first shows as One Direction. He had left their hometown when she was 15, a young girl still going through puberty, who he saw as his younger sister. But the next time he saw her, she was 17 years old and had grown up so much in those two years that he had to take a double take to recognise her.

He remembers, she was wearing a short black dress with a pair of sneakers, her long hair left down and curled, a wide smile on her face as she was introduced to all his bandmates and he felt a pang of jealousy hit him when each of the boys wrapped their arms around her in greeting. That's when it started, and he tried his hardest to push his feelings away, trying to think of her as his little sister again. But it only got harder to do so.

The next time they saw each other was when Harry had come home for Christmas after his first world tour, and when Harry saw her his heart stopped (or at least it felt like that to him). She was sat on the couch in her living room, bright red sweater with a Christmas tree embroidered onto it with a pair of jeans, (that Harry thought she wore perfectly) and a boy sat next to her as they whispered and giggled to each other, hands joined. He freaked out for a moment, wondering who the boy was before Joe informed him, with much distaste, that the boy was her boyfriend, Tom. Harry hated him already but when the boy greeted Harry like he was the bees knees, Harry just hated him more. Rachel, however, was fully in love with Tom, thinking that he was the best thing to ever exist (as first boyfriends usually are) and Harry just didn't understand it.

Then she joined her brother on a trip to New York City to watch Harry perform once again. Harry had been seeing someone at the time and when Rachel saw the two of them together, she felt like she could throw up and Harry did too. When he saw her that night, she was a 20 year old law student, with a beautiful body and an even more beautiful face. He was, once again thrown off and he had to stop himself from staring at her. She greeted him with her warm and familiar hug and it was almost impossible for him to pull away from her. She smelled like lavander and he wondered what shampoo she used, almost asked her but refrained from doing so.

Over the next few years of seeing each other in situations like that, One Direction took their break and Harry decided to go home for a while, try live a normal life to cool down from the craziness his life had become. While he was home, he saw Joe an awful lot (which he was extremely grateful for) but always wondered where Rachel was. One day, when he finally had the guts to ask Joe, he was told that she had moved to London to practice law, and Harry remembered her dream of always wanting to live in the city. He was happy she followed her dreams but constantly wondered if she was dating someone, if she was okay, if she missed him.

Then she returned home for three weeks, something about missing her mother's food and needing a break from city life. Harry could not have been more excited to see her and when their two mothers' decided to have dinner together, Harry knew that he had to have a proper chat with her. He had been in his bedroom getting ready for the evening when Gemma walked in and burst out laughing.

"What are you wearing?" She asked.

"Um, a shirt?" He points down to his button up and she shakes her head.

"It's a casual dinner, H. We're not going to some fancy restaurant, they're literally coming to have dinner." she takes a pause, "unless, are you trying to impress someone?"

"What no" He says quickly, too quickly and her eyes widen.

"Oh my god you are!" She jumps up, "oh my god it's Rachel!"

"No it's not!"

"Dude, there's no one else and you're probably the easiest person to read" She says excitedly. "Holy shit you're in love with her! You're in love with your best friend's little sister!"

"Gemma" He groans, throwing his head back frustratedly.

"So, are you gonna ask her out then?"

"S'abit weird innit?" He asks, "can't really walk up to her and say, hey Tiny been in love with ya for a while now, wanna go out with your brother's best friend?"

"I think it's adorable" She smiles, "although"

"Although what?" He turns to her with a frown.

"She is seeing someone" Gemma mumbles.

"What? Who? How do you know that?" He asks, sitting next to her.

"When she moved to the city mum asked me to reconnect with her to help her out and we became quite close- good to have a familiar face around. We go out for coffee every Sunday" She smiles happily. "Proper grown up she is, kind and charming as always"

"So she's seeing someone?" He asks, smiling at the thought of Rachel and his sister hanging out.

"Last she told me, yea. Some bloke named Jordan, said they had been going out for a few weeks which was like a month ago" She explains.

Rachel, Joe, Jaz and their mum arrive at Anne's home about thirty minutes after Gemma makes Harry change. Harry hears them downstairs greeting each other and he takes one last look in the mirror before heading down to the group.

"There he is!" Rachel's mum smiles when she sees Harry.

"Hi Lisa" He smiles, giving her a hug. "Haven't seen you in a bit"

"A bit! Harry it's been years, remember you as the skinny little mischief making teenager running around with my son" she teases and he chuckles.

"A bit grown up now?" He chuckles. "It's really good ta see you" He admits and she smiles, saying the same to him.

Rachel stands to the side, watching the interaction and she melts at the sight of her brother's best friend. He's somehow gotten better looking in the time she hasn't seen him (which is, in her mind, impossible because he was gorgeous to her to begin with). And as she thinks about all of this, he can't help but feel the same. He watches as she chuckles along with his mum, who says something funny, scrunching her nose cutely and listens as his mum whispers something back which makes her laugh even louder. He smiles to himself when he hears her loud laughter, nodding along to what Lisa was saying but not really listening as he's paying attention to Rachel.

"Hey H" She makes the first move, walking up to him. "Welcome home" She smiles and he brings her in for a hug- he needed it.

"Tiny" He teases and she rolls her eyes teasingly. "Should be sayin that ta you big city girl" She chuckles. "How is it there?"

"So good, busy but really good"

"You got that internship you wanted?" He asks, remembering that she wanted to intern for a specific firm.

"I did, yea" She blushes, happy he remembered the little fact.

"C'mon gang, let's go eat" Anne says and everyone follows her to the dinning room.

"Good ta see ya, babe" He gets in that little statement that makes her heart absolutely soar.

After that dinner, Rachel and Harry saw each other a lot more than they both expected. For some reason, Harry was over a lot more at her home during those three weeks that she was home and not that she didn't love it (because, let's be honest, she adored every moment of seeing him) she just didn't know why. She realised he was probably just there for Joe but she wished it was more, hoped it was more.

And it really was. After the dinner, Harry did everything in his power to see Rachel more often and that began by him going over to their house more than before. Then, when she returned to London after her little break, he did too and claimed it was pure coincidence, offering her a ride with him back to the city. Then every Sunday, when Gemma and Rachel would meet, Harry joined them. From there, Gemma would 'miss' some Sunday's which left Harry and Rachel alone. After a while, the two of them hung out a lot more regularly, grabbing lunch together, drinks or even just going over to each other's homes to spend time together.

Then Harry released his first album, toured it (she went to three of the shows with her brother) and then went away to work on his second. Now, he's back and they're both more infatuated with each other than before. And still, neither of them know (even though it is extremely obvious to everyone around them).

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If there's one thing Rachel loves more than anything in the world, it's birthdays. She has always been a birthday fanatic, going over and above when planning her friends' birthday parties, getting them only the best gifts and really just making them feel as special as they should. But when it comes to her birthday, she doesn't want all the craziness, or attention. All she wants is to spend time with the people she loves.

But her best friends, Amy and Mona, decided otherwise. This year, for her big 25th birthday, they decided to throw her a birthday party to remember.

"I really don't want anything big" Rachel insists as they all grab a cup of coffee one afternoon.

"Bullshit" Amy states and Rachel chuckles, while Mona rolls her eyes at her antics. "We know you want something big"

"I really don't"

"Babe, don't be so boring" Mona, the ever confident Essex girl, states. "And plus, we want one and we're well overdue a party"

"Mona" Rachel groans.

"Y'know m'right Rach" She smiles over her cup of coffee.

"C'mon Rach, let us do this for you? Please?" Amy begs and she sighs.

"Alright" The other two cheer.

"Now let's talk about a theme" Amy says excitedly, her party planner side coming out in full force.

"I was thinkin like posh spice"

"And the theme would be?" Rachel asks Mona, with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh that would be my outfit" Mona clarifies and they both shoot her questioning looks "I donno, like 90s themed or somethin" she shrugs and Amy shakes her head.

"Rachel doesn't even like the 90s"

"And how would ya know tha?" She asks.

"I know you, decades aren't your thing"

"That's not true"

"Babe, c'mon, you hate that shit" Mona adds, "you love the music but whenever we go to a party that's like 80s themed or somethin you complain about the unoriginality"

"Well it isn't original" Rachel shrugs.

"So what else then?"

"Maybe like actors or something like that?" Amy offers and Rachel grimaces. "Alright, not actors"

"What about like icons?" Mona suggests.

"Whad'ya mean?" Rachel asks.

"Like how I wanna be Posh, so we do icons. Bowie, Elton all that shit" Mona waves off the end of her sentence, hoping her friends understand what she means.

"I could be Britney!" Amy says excitedly. "Who would you be, babe?" She asks Rachel.

After their coffee date, Rachel began thinking about all the different icons she could be. Amy had brought up a few good options like Christina Aguilera and Madonna but just after Mona suggested Stevie Nicks, Rachel knew who she had to dress up as and she couldn't have been more excited. Amy and Mona vowed to prepare everything perfectly and just as Rachel would love, only asking her who she wanted there. After much planning, the night had finally arrived and Rachel made her way over to Amy and Mona's shared apartment across town from hers, her perfect outfit tucked away in her bag, waiting for her to get ready.

As the three girls get ready together, the pre party playlist streaming through the apartment, they have the time of their lives and Rachel is positive she's never been more excited for a party in her life. Before Uni, she had never been much of a partier but through Uni and all the crazy experiences that come with it, she was exposed to many different parties and nights out. She loved it at the time, thoroughly enjoying the process of getting ready with her friends before going out, getting drunk and then heading to McDonald's for a late night snack. But after uni and when she started working, she realised it was only a Uni thing, not really enjoying the stress of a night out on top of the stress of her job.

But that doesn't mean she didn't enjoy the few nights out she's had since. And that's why, tonight, she decided to go all out with her outfit.

"Holy shit Rach" Mona says as soon as she's out of the bathroom, dressed in her costume ready to do her makeup and hair. "Your body looks fucking killer in that" Rachel replies with a quiet thank you, her face turning bright red.

She's never been too good at receiving compliments.

"Rach! When you said you were going all out I didn't know this was what you meant!" Amy says as soon as she reenters the room.

"You guys look great too" She smiles, taking in Mona's little black dress and Amy's recreation of Britney's school girl look. "Is Josh coming as Beckham?" She asks Mona, referring to her boyfriend.

"I told the little shit too, even helped him find an outfit, so he better be" She states and Rachel smiles.

"Harry is going to melt when he sees you" Amy says and Rachel turns to her friend wide eyed at the mention of her crush's name.

"Harry's coming!?"

"Of course he is" Amy chuckles at her friend's surprise.

"But I didn't put him on the list?" Rachel says with a confused face.

"Babe, you think we'd leave your hot and extremely famous lover boy out of the party?" Mona says, applying her lipgloss in the mirror.

"He can't see me in this!" She freaks out looking down at her outfit. "I thought this was for close friends so I went all out, he can't see me in this!" She repeats and her friends laugh.

"Rach, babe, I seriously don't know why you're being so crazy about this. When he sees you he'll die, and if you don't go home with him tonight I will shove you two into my room without either of you knowing" Amy states.

"What?" Both Rachel and Mona ask, confused.

"Never mind, just fuck him already" She says and Rachel gasps while Mona laughs.

"Jesus Ames, don't be so crude"

"Ah sod off, you know how I am" She waves her hand. "Now can I do your hair? I wanna do like very loose curls and it'll take about forty five minutes because your hair's so fuckin long"

"Would you ever cut it?" Mona asks.

And the two soon forget about the boy Rachel had been freaking out over to discuss the possibility of her cutting her ever growing hair all while Rachel continues to freak out over the idea of Harry seeing her in her outfit. Now she's extremely proud of it and her body in it, she had worked her ass off to get to where she is now, confident in her body and proud to show it off. But it's Harry! She thinks about all the times they've seen each other and she realises he's never seen her in something so revealing. Sure, he's seen her in a bathing suit but it had been years since he saw her, the last time probably being when she was about fifteen and just starting to get insecure within her body and it never happened again.

But now, now she's wearing a top that's barely a top and a skirt that hangs so low on her hips she had to forgo underwear because they came up too high. She can't help but wonder what Harry will do or say when he sees her, will he blush, will he check her out, oh god will he hug her? She thinks about Harry's hands on her body in a normal circumstance, fully clothed and her body feels hot but when his bare hands meet her naked back? Holy shit she gets hot just thinking about it.

Before she can think anymore about it, her friends begin blabbing her ear off and successfully distract her from the situation at hand all the way until the actual man shows up to the party (a good 20 minutes in, after Harry took his time, hoping to come across as casual and not like he had spent the whole day waiting to see her smile, hear her laugh.. oh who's he kidding, he had done exactly that). He strolls into the apartment (Joe and Jaz following behind him in their Kelso and Jackie outfits from That 70s Show) dressed head to toe in a bright yellow three piece suit, paired with matching sunglasses and a simple pair of vans.

She feels the breath getting knocked out of her as her eyes follow Harry glide (to her it looks like he's gliding) through the party, greeting everyone effortlessly and charmingly as ever. She watches her two best friends from the other side of the room, drinks in hand, wiggling their eyebrows at her and grinning excitedly as he gets closer to her side of the room. Joe and Jaz greet her, both complimenting her outfit excitedly, loving how she channeled her favourite artist into her 25th birthday party. But once Harry's eyes lock on her, he takes a physical step back, hand on his chest as he watches his best friend and his crush (although it's definitely more than a crush now but there's just no word for it) interact.

He tries not to think of her in a sexual way, his head trying really hard to think of anything else as he watches her shoulders catch the light perfectly, her hair falling perfectly and well, everything to do with her is just perfect, Harry thinks. He watches as she fixes her top, taking a deep breath to calm himself down, fixing his own to distract himself. But he can't help it. His eyes trail down her body, taking in every inch of her and watching as she holds herself so highly and confidently and to him, she just oozes everything Harry's ever wanted in a person. And fuck, he really didn't want to think of her sexually, well at least not tonight. Then her eyes meet his and he thinks fast to cool himself down when she smiles at him.

"No fuckin way" He grins, dimples indenting when he spots Rachel's eyes on him. She, in turn, bursts out laughing, throwing her head back in pure delight and Harry gulps, walking closer to her. "This was not planned, I swear!" He holds his hands up in surrender and she laughs at their outfits.

"Didn't even tell anyone my costume" She smiles and he chuckles.

"Neither did I" He smiles just as excitedly. "Well we've gotta have a photoshoot now!"

"Good thing we organised a photo booth!" Amy and Mona suddenly show up next to the pair, pushing them towards the booth set up in the corner of the large living room which is filled with people. Harry and Rachel don't have time to say anything before they find themselves squashed into the little photo booth.

"Hi" Harry chuckles after a second, letting them both catch their breaths.

"Hi" She breathes out, her face red and body hot from their proximity.

"They didn't even let me greet you properly" He smiles, "Happy birthday Tiny" He says, opening his arms and she already feels tingles throughout her body. She leans into his arms, momentarily freezing when she feels his hands splayed out on her bare back, pulling her closer to him with a squeeze. She breathes him in and for a second, she feels woozy because of their proximity and she has no idea that Harry feels the same. They both have to push themselves to pull away from each other, both wishing they could hold onto each other forever.

"You look incredible" She states, unconsciously dragging her hand up and down his lapel.

"Thank you darlin" He says and she looks up, first through her lashes and then tilting her head once she sees how close their faces are to each other. "And you look.." He pauses for a moment and her cheeks already heat up from how he's looking at her. "You look magnificent" he ends, taking the middle ground (he could have said nice but that's quite boring or he could have said she looked sexy and beautiful and everything he's ever wanted but that's... extreme).

"Thanks" She chokes out, her breath caught in her throat and he chuckles softly, unconsciously pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear and she swears she just stops breathing all together. "I-" She starts but he shakes his head and her gaze jumps between his eyes and his lips, they're so close that she knows he can tell what she's thinking and there's a piece of her that thinks he's thinking the same.

"I really-" He starts and she just nods, not caring what comes out of his mouth just knowing she wants him to do anything. "Rach, I really-" he tries again and she just nods.

"Yes" She cuts him off, impatient and just wanting him to kiss her. "please" She adds with a whisper and his eyes meet hers again, silently asking again if she wants what's about to happen and she nods, hoping it doesn't come off as desperate.

His hand that had been going through her hair, finds its way to her cheek, softly brushing his thumb over her cheekbone. Ever so slightly, she tilts her head further into his hand and if they weren't so close or so zoned in to each other, neither would have noticed. He takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what's about to happen and she smoothes her hands over his shoulders, lightly cupping his neck and as she fiddles with the little curls at the nape of his neck, he swears he's never wanted anything more. Then, he leans in, ever so slowly and ever so gracefully. All she can think is is this really happening? and all he can think about is is this finally happening?

It isn't.

Mona cuts them off before their lips even brushed each others, by pulling back the curtain and shouting that they're hogging the photo booth and then exclaiming that Rachel's not nearly drunk enough before pulling her out of the photo booth, leaving Harry all hot and flustered behind her. As she's being pulled towards the kitchen, she turns her head and simply smiles at Harry, shrugging her shoulders as if to say sorry I can't do anything about her. He smiles back, waving his hand at her as if to say don't worry, enjoy your night.

And all she wants to say is that she'd really really enjoy her night if they had kissed.

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She tells Gemma about the incident the next day over coffee.

"I know something happened last night, you look all flustered" Gemma teases, waving her finger at her face over her coffee. "Now spill"

"It's nothing" Rachel blushes, she's pretty sure her face matches the colour of Gemma's coffee cup and knows Gemma knows something is up.

"Rach, I've known you for ages, m'like your big sister, please just tell me what's going on, promise I won't tell anyone" She begs.

"Gemma, I will kill you if you tell anyone" She warns, leaning over the table getting ready to dish.

"Promise I won't" She nods excitedly.

"Gemma" She warns again and Gemma crosses her heart. "So I've had a crush for quite a while" She begins, brushing a piece of hair behind her ear, hesitating to carry on.

"On my little brother, yes" Gemma nods in confirmation and Rachel nearly chokes on her coffee, throwing her into a coughing fit. Gemma quickly reacts, softly patting her friend's back and handing her water.

"Wh-what?" She says through coughs.

"Ah c'mon babe, you thought I didn't know?" Gemma asks and she nods seriously. "You're lucky it's me that can read you so easily, but I've known for years yes"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Wanted you to tell me yourself" She shrugs. "Now carry on with the story please" Gemma begs.

"Well when he arrived we both laughed over our costumes" She begins again.

"Yes Cher and Elton from the 70s, classic and adorable" She states, trying to get Rachel to keep the story going.

"Can I carry on?" Rachel chuckles and Gemma nods. "Well we were laughing about it before Mona and Amy shoved us into the photo booth and well, we nearly kissed" There's a beat of silence before she carries on. "Well I think we did but I can't be too sure, he said I looked magnificent and then he touched my hair and cupped my cheek and I was playing with his cute little curls at the bottom of his neck and-"

"Take a breath Rach" Gemma laughs, stopping her from passing out. "As happy as I am that you're finally confiding in me, you can move past all the little details yea? Love you both but I'd prefer not to hear about my brother's cute little curls" Rachel blushes, mumbling a soft sorry before Gemma brushes her off, telling her to carry on.

"But then Mona cut us off and she dragged me away into the kitchen. I didn't see him for the rest of the night, well not until he came to say goodbye and even then we were rushed because Joe was taking him home and was gettin' impatient and ya know how Joe is when he's impatient" She takes a breath.

As Rachel finishes her story (telling her about how she nearly cried herself to sleep out of frustration) Gemma just wants to bang their heads on the table and tell them to finally get together. She knows she can't tell Harry how Rachel feels for him because she promised Rachel she wouldn't tell anyone and vice versa. But one thing she does know, is that it's up to her to get the two together.

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"Harry, can I interest you in something" Gemma says over the phone after coffee with Rachel.

"Go for it" Harry chuckles at his sister.

"Would you ever let me set you up on a blind date?" She asks and he takes a deep breath on the other side, ready to say something. "Before you go and complain, just hear me out"

"Alright, go on" He states.

"Well I didn't think you'd let me carry on, so give me a moment to see where I'm going with this"

"Gemma" He sighs and she stops him.

"Wait wait! So I found this girl, she's everything you've been looking for" She stops, thinking of the best way to carry on. "She's kind, charming, beautiful and really just the best" She thinks she may have oversold it, scratch that, she's sure she's oversold it.

"Is there something wrong with her?" Harry asks hesitantly.

"No! Why?" Gemma is quick to say.

"You're just describing her a bit too perfectly for it to be real" He says and she grimaces to herself.

"Just, Harry just trust me on this one" She says exasperated. "Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you, you just sound, well truthfully you sound weird" He states.

"Alright so forget how weird I sound, just do this for me would ya?"

"Yea okay I'll do it, but if this girl isn't as amazing as you've described, you're never setting me up again. Deal?"

And with Gemma's plan, she hopes no one will have to set Harry up ever again. "Deal"

"So you're setting me up on a blind date with someone after I've admitted my feelings for your brother?" Rachel asks confused as Gemma shows up to her home later that week.

"Yes" Gemma nods.

"And it doesn't seem weird to you, like at all?" She asks, a frown etched on her face.

"Not one bit" Gemma grins. "So let's get ready then?" She asks excitedly.

"You are so strange Gemma" And regardless of her statement, she opens her door for Gemma to follow her inside.

"So what are you gonna wear?" Gemma asks.

"Babe I have no idea where I'm going or who I'm going with, how the hell am I meant to know what to wear?" Rachel says sarcastically.

"Alright, you go jump into a shower and I'll find you something nice to wear" She states and Rachel nods.

"You know" Rachel says over the noise of her shower, "I didn't even agree to this date"

"You're in the shower, you've agreed to this date" Gemma calls back. "And could you please shave"

"Who the hell have you set me up with?"

"It's called a blind date for a reason, now hurry up before I have to pull you out of there, he's expecting you in thirty minutes"

"Thirty minutes!?" She shouts.

"Calm down, I've got your outfit picked out and you don't need any makeup"

"It's a first date, wha' d'ya mean I don't need makeup?" Rachel states, getting out of the shower.

"For gods sake, do you trust me?" Gemma asks, just as she had asked her brother earlier in the week.

"Of course I do"

"So get dressed!"

Gemma hands her the sage green bodysuit that has a square neckline and puts it on on top of her nicest bra (as insisted by Gemma). She then gets into her flared jeans and slips her white heels on. Gemma fusses over her outfit, picking out her jewellery and doing her hair before rushing her out of the house and into a taxi already waiting for her outside her home. She has no idea where she's going or who she's meeting up with.

She's done this once before, the blind date thing. It obviously didn't work out, or else they would still be together. It was Amy who initially set her up with the guy, Chris, and he had decided to take her to a McDonald's. Now, Rachel by no means cares where she eats, she was just thrown off because Amy had told her that Chris was extremely well off and was known for treating girls extremely well. Rachel did not get to experience that. Chris had been on his phone throughout the evening, not even looking up when she spoke to him. He was rude, arrogant and uninterested and Rachel wanted absolutely nothing to do with him afterwards.

So, going into this blind date, she had very little expectation.

Harry on the other hand, had been on many many blind dates in his life. He had been set up on dates by nearly everyone in his close circle, all of them knowing how much he loves love and deserves to be loved. So they've tried and tried to help him find his person, but clearly, none of them had worked. And even though none of them had worked, he remains hopeful, open to being set up on dates, hoping that one will end well. But Gemma, Gemma's got a track record of setting him up on awful dates. So when she approached him with the offer and he was hesitant, it was all for a reason.

So, going into this blind date, he had very little expectation.

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All Gemma had told Harry about the date was to go to the restaurant and wait. She told Rachel the exact same thing.

Harry gets there first and is escorted to the table by a very kind (also extremely excited because it's Harry Styles) waiter. Once Harry is seated, he asks for a glass of water before getting comfortable, or as comfortable as he can as he awaits the mystery girl.

His time was spent racking his brain trying to figure out who his sister had set him up with. He had first thought it could be one of her friends and then remembered she once vowed that she would never ever set him up with one of her friends because it would be too weird for both of them. Then he thought about maybe someone she met through work and that was a viable option but he remembered that he had gone out with someone she met through work once before and it didn't work out because she was too focused on her Instagram story and after that, he begged her to never set him up with someone from work. He then circled back to one of her friends, but was cut off when he realised who was being escorted to his table.

Rachel had wondered the whole ride over who Gemma could be setting her up with. She first wondered why on earth Gemma was so quick to set her up on a date after she confessed her feelings for her brother's best friend and her mind raced, thinking perhaps it could be Harry. But she laughed at herself and her thoughts and shrugged it off, just guessing it was someone Gemma had met from work or something. But when she gets to the restaurant and is lead to her table, she thinks she's daydreaming when she sees who's sitting there waiting for her.

Safe to say, both miss a breath when they lock eyes and the first thing they both do is burst into laughter. Both bright eyed, red faced and laughing their asses off in a restaurant filled with people. Through their laughter, Harry gets up to greet her and as they hug, their laughter dies down.

"Hi Tiny" Harry pulls away from the hug, a bright smile on his face as he can't believe he's finally gotten a date with his best friend's little sister, someone he's been pining over for years.

"Hi" She smiles, scrunching her nose with rosy cheeks, not trusting her eyes are telling the truth as she stands in front of someone she's been in love with for what seems like forever.

"She's sneaky, my big sister" he chuckles, helping Rachel into her seat and getting into his own.

"Sneaky?" Rachel teases with her eyebrow raised.

"Sorry, m'abit nervous" He knows he's bright red as the words tumble out of his mouth and she smiles softly, grabbing his hand from across the table.

"So am I" She admits and he smiles on the outside but on the inside he's swooning like a teenage girl. He's so whipped.

"Hi, I'm Steve, what can I get for you guys tonight?" The waiter greets them, basically heart-eyed as he stares at the beautiful girl sitting across from the rockstar who is the one usually being swooned over. Harry notices and so does Rachel, already getting a bit uncomfortable from the stare of the waiter.

"Can we please have a bottle of your nicest white?" Harry asks, looking at Rachel for confirmation and she nods, quickly turning her attention back to the man, the only man, she wants sitting across from her.

"Yea" She blushes as Harry taps her foot with his and wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, trying to lighten her mood that had been crushed by the waiter. She chuckles at Harry's antics and picks her menu up to stop her from leaning over and kissing him right then and there.

"He's gone" Harry whispers and she puts her menu down with a blush. "A bit creepy innit?" Harry states.

"What is?" She asks.

"Being stared at" He says and she nods.

"It must happen to you all the time" She states. "Sorry, that sucks" She pouts.

"Don't be sorry, love" He smiles softly, "I chose this life didn't I?" She nods. "You didn't choose to be gorgeous and have creepy men stare at you" His words get lost after she hears him call her gorgeous.

"Gorgeous?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Drop dead" He says confidently and she's fully on fire.

"Oh" Harry chuckles, thinking about how cute she is.

"This is weird innit?" Harry asks.

"A little bit yea" She scrunches her nose with a chuckle.

"Alright, let's do it this way" He leans onto the table and signals for her to come closer too. "We've been out for dinner about thousands of times so let's just treat it like a normal dinner of ours yea?" He suggests.

"Sorry, H, can't do that" She states and he frowns, tilting his head to ask why. "Well, let's map this out shall we?" He chuckles and nods. "As you've said, we've been to dinner thousands of times but before tonight, they've all been innocent right? Whereas tonight, we both know that there are feelings involved and that just changes everything" She uses her hands to exaggerate her point.

"It does, doesn't it?" He smiles, "so do you have a better plan?" he asks.

"I most definitely do not" She chuckles and his loud laughter streams through her ears, making her smile widen.

"Let's just relax yea?" He offers.

"How the hell can I do that when we're finally on a fucking date" She says crudely and he smiles.

"Finally?" He teases.

"Yea finally" She says confidently, "babe, I've been pining over you for years, every single person around us knows that and m'sorry, you can't possibly be that blind to not realise it" She finishes as he watches her talk fondly.

"Babe?" He smirks and she rolls her eyes.

"That's the only thing you got from that?"

"Of course not. But you could've asked me out" He counters and she raises her eyebrows.

"Touché" She nods, "but there's no use dwelling on the past yea? We're here now"

"Finally" He teases and she bursts out laughing, throwing her head back and her eyes scrunched closed, one of his favourite things about her.

As Steve makes his way back over to them, Rachel shifts in her seat uncomfortably and Harry notices it, moving to the seat next to her instead of the one across from her. She turns to him with a grateful smile.

"Here's your wine" Steve pours the wine into the glasses, eyes trained on Rachel, now even making Harry uncomfortable. "why'd you switch seats?" He asks Harry.

"I prefer being next to my girlfriend than across from her" Harry answers for them, grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on the back to further prove his point. "We're not ready to order our food" Harry bites out.

"Could you give us a few minutes please?" Rachel finishes for Harry and the waiter nods before walking away. "Creepy dude" She whispers once he's further away.

"I could ask for another waiter?" He offers and she shakes her head.

"He's not gonna bother us, he'll jus serve us and tha's it" She states, realising her hand is still in his. She likes it a lot. "So girlfriend huh?" She teases and he shakes his head, playing with her hand in his.

"Soon" he states and her eyes widen. "Oi don't be so surprised babe, this is happening" He gestures between the two with his pointer finger.

"Oh is it now?" She teases and he chuckles, nodding proudly.

"One hundred percent positive that this is going to happen" He says and she blushes.

"I'd like that" She says softly and he smiles.

"Now, I know we're meant to be out for our first date but I'm kinda hating the waiter and I could go for some of your famous tomato soup" He states and she nods in agreement.

"Let's do it" She smiles happily.

"Did you drive here?" He asks and she shakes her head. "C'mon, my car's outside"

"Bowie?" She asks about her favourite car of his excitedly and he chuckles, nodding. "Are you sure Gemma didn't tell you it was me coming?" She teases and he chuckles, kissing her head before helping her up. He places some bills onto the table and she stares at him as if she's saying that he didn't have to pay.

"Gotta pay for our first date" He states as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Thank you" She kisses his cheek and he blushes.

"M'hopin you'll land one of em on my lips tonight" He teases and she laughs.

"If you do everything right, might have to"

"Tempting"

"Not just tempting baby" She winks and he gasps.

"Baby, I like it" He teases and she laughs. "Now c'mon before I give all these people a show" He grabs her hand and leads the laughing girl through the restaurant.

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"So you two are dating?" Jaz asks the two as they sit across from her and Joe a few weeks later.

In those few weeks, Harry and Rachel had been having the time of their lives. After their first date, they spent almost every night together, either at her house or at his and they had completely fallen for each other. From cuddling on the couch watching reruns of The Office (Rachel's favourite show and even though it isn't Harry's, he'd watch anything for her) to cooking dinner with each other, they have been inseparable. With many cheek/ head kisses here and there and nothing more, yet. But they have yet to label anything.

There was never a conversation between the two as to where they stand, neither felt and feel pressured to label what they are and they're happy about it. They both like each other, loads and that's all that matters.

"Basically" Harry states confidently and Rachel raises an eyebrow teasingly.

"Basically?" She teases and he shrugs with a blush.

"I'd like to think"

"So do I" She smiles, him leaning in to kiss her head.

"Yea, you're gonna have to give me a few to get used to... this" Joe says with a grimace, gesturing to Harry and Rachel.

"Don't be such a dick!" Jaz swats his chest. "They're adorable"

Harry is quick to change the subject to something about Joe's work instead of their relationship, whatever it is at the moment. The group of four enjoy their dinner together, chatting away aimlessly like always, most of them forgetting about the shift in the group between Harry and Rachel. But then, as they all exit the restaurant, Harry's hand in her's as they quietly discuss what movie they'll be watching in bed that night, Joe speaks up.

"Almost forgot about this" He gestures to the two of them again.

"You say it like it's a bad thing, mate" Harry chuckles, Rachel leaning into Harry's embrace for warmth.

"Do you think it's a bad thing?" Rachel asks nervously.

"It doesn't have to do with me, does it?" He states with a smile. "Imma jus have to get used ta it" He shrugs.

"Yea, you will" Harry smirks down at Rachel. "So, same time next week?" He asks.

"Come to us next week? I'll make the Alfredo pasta y'all love" Jaz suggests and everyone nods eagerly.

"Love you guys" Rachel gives them both hugs, Harry following her lead before they all go their separate ways.

"D'you think this is weird?" Harry asks on their drive back to his home, his hand in hers as he drives.

"What?" She asks, turning to him with a soft expression.

"Us. Is it weird?" He asks and she frowns.

"I don't think so" She shakes her head. "I mean" She takes a pause to figure out the right words to use. "I guess where Joe's comin from, he's seeing his best friend and his little sister get all cozy"

"Get all cozy?" Harry laughs.

"You know what I mean" She scoffs. "Like, in the beginning of it, on our first date we also found it weird but now because we've been doing this for a while, we're used to it" She states.

"I get that" He nods, "D'ya think your mum will be alright with it?"

"H, baby, she adores you" She chuckles. "I don't think there is anyone she'd rather I be with"

"I think my mum would say the same" He hums in agreement.

"Yea, I think she would" She smiles.

"Alright, no need to brag, we both know you're me mum's favourite" He chuckles.

They chat a bit throughout the drive, eventually getting back to Harry's and getting ready for bed. Now, Rachel has spent many a night at Harry's and has left multiple things over 'accidentally' like her toothbrush, some pyjamas or even a pack of makeup wipes. So as they both get ready for bed next to one another in Harry's en-suite, he can't help but point it out excitedly.

"You should just move in" he teases and she laughs.

"Slow down baby" She pats his chest, "but do remind me to bring over my skincare next time, these makeup wipes are doing nothing for my skin" She grins, showing him all her teeth as she walks into his room, making him swoon as he follows her.

"You know" He states as he takes off his shirt, handing it to her to put on (a request of her's on the first night she stayed over and had become their routine whenever they stayed together). She hums as she slips the shirt over her bra, taking it off from under the shirt. "We've never kissed each other"

"Haven't we?" She teases with wide eyes and a gasp and he chuckles, rolling his eyes as he gets into the bed next to her.

"We've been together for a few weeks now, I think it's time" He says seriously.

"You do?" She raises an eyebrow.

"What do you think?" He asks and she shrugs.

"I think this could go very badly" She teases as she shuffles closer to him. "What if you're a terrible kisser and all my pinning was for nothing?" She carefully wraps her arms around his neck. "Or what if I'm a bad kisser? Oh no this is make-it or break-it" She whispers because of their proximity.

"Oh shut up already" Harry puts his hands on her cheeks, taking a breath of a second to look into her eyes, making sure she's okay with it. He then leans in, softly placing his lips on hers and she reacts immediately, leaning into him and wrapping her hands around his neck to play with his hair at the nape of his neck. What starts soft and innocent turns passionate when she boldly licks his lip, and he accepts her invitation by opening his mouth for her. Neither want to break away from the kiss, both feeling like they are floating, but they do need to breathe.

"Are you gonna leave me now?" Harry teases, breathless.

"Yea, that sucked" She begins to get out of the bed and Harry pulls her back into him, making them both laugh before she kisses him again and again and again.

"You're a little shit yea?" He smiles after they pull away, brushing a piece of her hair behind her shoulder.

"Your little shit?" She pouts at him, teasingly and he shakes his head with a light chuckle.

"Yea, my little shit"

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