#harrystylesfic

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It would be so cute if you could write about harry and yn being together since highschool and they were each others first everything and they got married very early and just their live together now yk

From Here To Eternity.

a/n: thank you to the very kind anon that requested this blurb, it was definitely a fun one to write and i’m sorry it took so long to post! fyi i’m absolutely terrible at writing smut so please don’t come at me🫶

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in which, harry and you first met on your first day of secondary school, and since then your lives have always revolved around each other. she’s been there through everything, his x-factor audition, when the band first rose to fame, when they went on a hiatus and when he made it big as a solo star. they were each others first everything’s, and that made the whole ordeal just that more special.

September 4th, 2009 — the first meeting.

On the first day of secondary school, your nerves were through the roof. The fact that your hands were shaking was not helping the factor that you knew absolutely no one in this school.

You were absolutely terrified of being late to your classes and having to do the walk of shame towards your desk as everyone stared at you.

Walking down the hallway, you happened to spot a boy with brown curly hair, he was putting something away in his locker and a focused look on his face.

“Excuse me,” You gained his attention as you walked over to him, his snapping over to me. “I was wondering if you happened to know where room 102 was?”

He closed his locker behind him and stood up straighter. “— yeah I do, I’m heading there myself in a minute, what’s your name? M’Harry?”

Relief showered your body knowing that you had found someone to talk to and someone you could walk into class with. “My names (Y/N)”

“So are you new here?”he asked, gripping a hold of his backpack that was over his shoulder, it blended in with your school uniform.

You nodded your head. “—yeah we moved from Liverpool, today's my first day.”

“So what classes do you have today?” Harry asked as you tried not to bump into students in your way.

You glanced down at the timetable that was in your hands and let out a small groan. “I’ve got Math, English, Religious Studies and then Science”

Harry let out a small laugh. “— I’ve got the same, looks like we’re going to be in the same classes”

Thank god.

At least you would know someone in your classes through the day and wouldn’t have to feel like a loner.

“Maths is definitely my favourite subject,”Harry continued on smiling at the thought of his favourite subject. “What’s yours?”

“Oh I’m absolutely terrible at maths,”You shook your head before pondering an answer to his previous question. “— I think my favourite subject may be pe.”

As the two of you walked towards the class (more like you following behind him like a little bit of a lost puppy) you continued to chet about your favourite hobbies.

You found out that he was part of a music group named ‘White Eskimo’ and he had even invited you to rage along to one of their practices when you had time.

You found yourself laughing at the little jokes that he seemed to slip into the conversation and you felt a lot more at ease about the school day ahead.

By the time you both arrived at the door of the classroom, you felt your throat go dry upon seeing your Maths teacher Mr.Jones already reaching the class.

Not only had you made yourself late, you had now dragged your new friend down to your depths.

Great.

Harry tried to quietly open the door, hoping not to disturb the class but the teacher had already snapped their head over to see the two of you entering the room.

Mr.Jones raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Late on the first day back?”

Your new friend looked down at the ground slightly. “—M’sorry,Sir.”

The teacher let out a sigh before turning their attention over to you and eyeing you up carefully. “Who's your friend?”

“My names (Y/N), I’m new here and Harry helped me get here, it’s my fault we’re late.”I tried to explain to the teacher who just pushed there glasses further up the bridge of there nose.

“Well (Y/N) and Harry, go ahead and take the seats at the back of the class for me.”Mr.Jones nodded there head over to the two empty seats you were expected to occupy.

As the two of you sat down in the seats, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and felt your face flush a soft shade of pink.

Being late on your first day wasn’t so teething you expected to do. But they couldn’t really blame you.

You just didn’t want to make a bad first impression.

“I’m sorry about making you late.”You apologised to Harry, as you grabbed a pencil from your pencil case.

Harry waved you off with a reassuring smile. “— it’s all good.”

As the lesson progressed on you and Harry shared notes about the syllabus you were learning, helping each other with the work as much as you could without the teacher calling you out for speaking.

“Thanks for letting me sit next to you, you didn’t have to.” you muttered to Harry who was flicking through the textbook.

He smiled at you. “— honestly, it’s been my pleasure, and can’t wait to see where this friendship goes.”

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April 2nd, 2010 — Prom.

When Harry had invited you round his house on Saturday, you thought absolutely nothing of it.

Since you first started year eleven, you and Harry were quick to become best friends and would often go round each other's houses on the weekend and have a sleepover until Sunday.

When he opened the door after hearing you knock on it, you could instantly pick up on how nervous he was due to the fact his fingers were curled up into a fist.

“Hi, H!”you greeted him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

There was no doubt that over the course of your friendship that you hadn’t thought about him in another way.

You spent every school day together since you started and most weekends together as well unless you were doing something with your families.

Harry opened the door a bit more. “— hey, come on in.”

Once inside, Harry led you out to the back garden seeing as it was a warm summer's day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Until your eyes landed on the set up.

A picnic had been set up and a red and white chequered blanket was laid out on the greenery. A bowl of fruit in the middle with some sandwiches laid out as well.

“Wow..Harry,”you breathed out. “— what’s all this for?”

“I was thinking about Prom and how we weren’t too sure about if we should go,”he explained, sitting down on the blanket with you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “— I wanted to ask if you would be my Prom date? I wanted it to be special.”

Did you hear him right?

He wants you to be his prom date?

“Really?”was all I managed to speak, still trying to wrap my head around his question.

He nodded his head. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I can’t deny that I like you, we’re friends and going to prom together would be the first step into getting something more.”

Was this way of him saying he liked you?

Holy fucking moly.

“You like me?”

He smirked at you. “— isn’t that obvious?”

He took a sip of strawberry water from his cup. “So what do you say? Will you be my prom date?”

You flushed a shade of red making him let out a small laugh. “I would love to be your prom date!”

When Prom night finally came around, your nerves were skyrocketing.

You stood at the top of the stairs after hearing from your mum who was peering out the windows that your prom date had arrived and was eagerly awaiting for your prom dress to get revealed, so that he could like you even more.

You took in a small inhale of air before your heel clad feet started making their way down the stairs, hand holding onto the railing so that you didn’t fall and trip, and that was when you saw him.

Harry.

He was wearing a grey suit, with a white crisp shirt underneath as well as a matching grey suit vest and a black bow tie to compliment the outfit even more, his hair was styled the exact same with his unruly curls framing his face and had some black shoes on his feet.

“Wow,”Harry’s mouth gaped as he stared at you, “— you look beautiful!”

You had no idea that you would be matching colours seeing as you hadn’t even known what each other was going to wear.

This was complete coincidence.

Your dress was a light grey strapless dress with a long skirt that was layered. There was a sprinkling of light pink flowers embroidered onto the torso of the dress to add the slightest pop of colour.

Your cheeks flushed. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”

Your mother was standing next to your father at the bottom of the stairs as well, a camera was in her hands as Harry came and stood next to you, placing a hand on your hip and bringing you in closer to him.

“The two of you look lovely.”Your mother complimented as she continued to take photos.

“Thanks mom.”You let out a small groan of embarrassment as Harry let out a small laugh.

Your father clapped Harry on the back as the two of you made your way towards the front door, he was grinning at him. “— take care of my daughter tonight, Harry.”

“I will Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry let out a nervous chuckle.

After the two of you had said your goodbyes to your parents, Harry who had just passed his drivers test grabbed his keys out of his pocket and opened your car door for you like a true gentleman.

Once the both of you were in the seats, Harry turned to look at you with a look of fondness. “You really do look beautiful by the way.”

“And you really do look handsome.”You told him in truth, tucking a curl out of his eyes.

The drive to the venue was one filled with laughter and comfortableness when the two of you arrived at the venue, strobe lights were lining up the exterior as a red carpet was rolled out.

Throughout the entire night, you and Harry continued to dance, moving your bodies and that was when you realised just how charming and considerate Harry really was.

All in all you had a great time together.

As the night drew to a close and prom king and queen was announced, Harry placed a hand on the small of your back as the final slow dance of the evening took place.

“How would you feel if I took you on a real date sometime?”

Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach felt as if butterflies had taken home there. “— I would feel privileged.”

What a great way to end the night.

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June 17th, 2010 — the first time.

“If you're not ready to do this…''Harry panted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck from where you were laying underneath him, both of you in nothing but your knickers. “…then we don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into doing anything.”

“I really want to do this,”you whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. “— there’s no one else I would rather be doing this with, I trust you Harry, baby.”

After your first date, you and Harry had been on five more before he asked you to be his girlfriend and after dating for two months you finally figured out that you were both ready to take the next big step in your relationship.

Harry nodded his head and started leaving kisses down her jaw, and lower down her neck, making you squirm slightly in his grip.

He slowly pulled the waistband of your knickers down from your hips and gradually down your leg making you wish he would simply hurry up.

“God, you're making me melt over here, babe.” Harry complimented as he took sight of your bare core, glistening and all for him.

He was a virgin also, so that factor made this even more special.

“Please..please har..Harry.”you whined, head thrown back as his hand teased at your bud of nerves, he tried not to whine as well at seeing you like this.

Your first time was together.

He was getting you ready for him and that made you even more nervous.

The condom was on his length before you even got a chance to blink.

His length was bulky and there was a large vein leading up to the top of his penis, where a drop of pre cum was starting to form.

Harry laced your fingers together as he slowly entered your soaking core.

It wasn’t as painful as you had imagined but it was definitely uncomfortable.

It would take a lot of getting used to.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling and knowing that the moisture was all because of him and no one else.

“You feel so good (Y/N).”Harry groaned as he thrusted in and out of you at a gentle pace.

You reached your hand up and pulled at his curls as moans and groans fell from both of your lips and filled his bedroom.

He kissed you with everything he had, and that was what solidified the deal for you.

You loved him.

Your legs tightened and your stomach copied.

“Let go, sweet girl,”Harry spoke softly, making a tear fall down your cheek at the pleasure you were currently facing. “— come for me, babe.”

“Let go, let go for me, sweet girl.” A wave of ecstasy rolled over your body as you came undone and felt his lips against your feverish skin.

Harry pressed a kiss to your lips. “— I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.”

Your pants made it hard to figure things out around you but you had definitely heard what he had said.

He loves you?

Harry Edward Styles really said he loved you.

You let out a small breath. “I love you Harry, I really do.”

There’s definitely a right place to say things like this and this was definitely the place.

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August 6th, 2010 — the news.

“I’ve got some news.”

You tilted your head to the side as you laid down next to Harry on the hammock in his garden, your legs entwined and your head rested on his chest.

You lifted your head up slightly. “What’s the news?”

“You know how you and mum are always saying that I’ve got a good voice?” He asked, running a hand up and down your arm.

You nodded at him as an answer, you did really think that he had a good voice, you would often hear him singing to himself getting changed in the mornings you would sleep over, you would hear him singing you to sleep at night when you were a little bit restless.

He was even part of ‘White Eskimo’ so if he was the frontman of a band then he obviously had a good voice.

“Well I think I’m going to audition for X-factor.”

You sat up completely, eyes wide as his words registered in your brain.

“You're going to audition for X-factor?”You exclaimed, “— as in the show with Louis Walsh and Dermot O Leary?”

He nodded his head. “I’ve been practising non stop, you hear me singing all the time, so it only seems like the right thing to do.”

“I’m really excited for you!” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek out of pure affection.

“Do you have an idea about what you're going to sing?” You mused, staring at him softly.

“Yeah, I want to sing something that really showcases my voice so I’ve been thinking ‘Hey Soul Sister’.”

One of your favourite songs.

“That’s a really good song, H.” you informed him, lacing your fingers together. “— you're going to do absolutely amazing.”

He hummed. “You really think so?”

“I know so,” You assured him, the sun shining down on your skin to give it a nice sun kissed glow. “— and I’m always here if you ever want help practising.”

He laughed, throwing his head back slightly at your words, you both knew that you were a very bad singer so just the thought of you helping him out seemed funny.

“I’ll definitely consider that.”

Over the next few weeks leading up to the audition, you would hear Harry singing every chance he got.

Whether that be in the shower, in the car on the way to school, and sometimes when you stayed over you could swear that you heard him singing in his sleep.

But that only showed his dedication to impress the judges.

And that hard work definitely paid off.

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February 19th, 2013 — gaining permission.

It was a warm summer’s evening when Harry approached the front door of your childhood home.

His nerves were high as he raised his fist to knock against the wood, his mind still rehearsing everything that he was about to say to him.

After hearing someone knock against the front door, your father raised his eyebrows and went ahead towards it, opening it up and coming face to face with your boyfriend of nearly three years.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry greeted the man he called a second father and offered him a grin.

Your father and Harry shook hands. “— Afternoon, Harry.”

You had absolutely no idea that Harry was going round to speak to your father tonight seeing as you were on a girls weekend with a few friends from school, and so Harry thought this would be the best time to speak to him, without you wondering where he was.

The timing was perfect really.

“I came to talk to you about something really important, if that’s alright with you.”Harry explained, his palms suddenly becoming slightly sweaty.

Your father invited him into the home and they both settled down on the sofas in the living room, Harry began speaking seeing as he couldn’t hold it off anymore.

"Mr. (Y/L/N), I know we're young, but I can't imagine my future without your daughter," Harry stated as he sat across from your dad.

"I appreciate your honesty, Harry. But marriage is a big commitment. Are you sure you're ready for that?" Your dad replied, folding his arms.

When Harry was placed as a member of One Direction, he didn’t think that his life would change drastically, he had heard stories of boy bands and their girlfriends always having a hard time, but you and Harry were beating all the odds.

The two of you were stronger than ever.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered confidently. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love her so much and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy."

Your dad leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harry’s words. "Well, I have to say, I'm impressed with your sincerity. It's not often you see such devotion in young people these days. Alright, I'll give you my blessing."

The singer let out a sigh of relief and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, sir! I'll do my best to make her happy every day."

As Harry stood up to leave, your dad stopped him. "One more thing, James. Promise me that you'll take care of her. She's my little girl and I love her more than anything in this world."

"I promise, sir," Harry replied, nodding his head earnestly. "I'll always be there for her and do whatever it takes to make her happy."

As Harry left, your dad couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. He knew that his daughter was in good hands with a man who loved her so deeply.

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March 1st, 2013 — the pier.

Coming to the pier was a bit of a last time for you and Harry.

It held a lot of memories for the two of you.

When you would spend the nights round his house on the weekends, you would sneak out of the house and go and spend some time at the arcades at the end of the pier, he even won you a stuffed unicorn once.

You had gone there after prom when he asked you out on a proper date to stare at the stars as they rested in the sky,

After your fifth date, Harry had brought you to the pier and asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend.

You had been on the pier when he told you that he was put in One Direction, you weren’t allowed to be at that audition because your parents said that school was more important, you were there when he told you that his life was about to change drastically.

As you and Harry walked along the pier, he held your manicured hand tightly.

“So how was your day, baby?” You quizzed him, swinging your hands back and forth slightly.

“It was good,”Harry replied, “— busy with getting things ready for the tour, but it was good overall.”

You knew how hard he and the rest of the boys were working so that they could get everything ready for the tour they were about to embark on, you were tagging along as well so that you could spend as much time with Harry as possible.

“I can imagine,”you offered him a small smile. “How’s all that going?”

“I think it’s going well, to be honest.”he squeezed your hand as you continued walking down the pier. “— we’re just working on nailing the set list and then everything should be ready to go.”

As the two of you walked, the topic of conversation shifted from work to your family and then to finally what you both wanted your future to look like.

Over the years you had learned to feel comfortable with speaking to Harry about everything and anything.

“Speaking of the future,” He spoke, making you glance over at him, your eyes locking. “— what do you see in our future?”

You had thought about an answer to this question for a while now and contemplated telling him, but now seemed like the appropriate time to say it.

“I definitely see us having a happy, loving life together,”you began to answer, breathing softly. “Maybe a house, marriage and definitely some kids, you’d be a great dad.”

Harry’s heart swelled after hearing your words. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”

The two of you gazed out at the moonlit waves crashing below the wooden slats that were holding the pier up.

Finally, you reached the end of the pier where Harry stopped and turned to face you.

"(Y/N), I know we're only young," he began, "but I love you more than anything in this world. These past three years have been the happiest of my life and I can't imagine spending my future with anyone else."

Your heart was pounding as she stared into Harry’s forest green orbs that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.

"H, I love you too," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.

“Sweetheart, you're my best friend, actually your more than that, your my whole world, my absolute reason to wake up every morning, you’ve been by my side through all the hardships and to say you’ve made me a better man would one hundred percent be the understatement of the century.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, trying to regulate your breathing as your ears started ringing as you stared at the man you adored.

Your eyes widened as you watched Harry kneel down on one knee and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. "(Y/N), will you marry me?"

Marriage.

Harry wanted you to be his wife.

You could barely see him through the tears that were falling from your eyes, but you could make out that he was crying as well.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded vigorously.

“Yes, yes, of course, I will!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Harry’s neck.

Once the two of you broke away from the hug, he slipped the ring from the box onto your finger, both hands shaking from the adrenaline currently coursing through their body.

The two of you embraced tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat as the gentle breeze swirled around you. For you and Harry, this moment felt like the beginning of forever.

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August, 2014 — I do.

You took in a deep breath as you stood at the end of the altar next to your father, your arm linked with his as your other hand held a bouquet of flowers.

When the familiar chords of one of your and Harry’s favourite songs rang out throughout the small registery office that the two of you had decided to get wed at, that was when you realised that this was really happening.

You were getting married.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Your father asked you, head tilted to the side.

You took in a hesitant small breath as you nodded at the words your father had just spoken. “Honestly, this is as ready as I’ll ever be.”

He nodded his head at your words before opening the doors to the side of the room, your breath hitched in your throat.

Your groom lifted his head when he heard whispers filling up the room and that was all the clarification he needed to know that you were present.

He hesitantly lifted his head and salt water instantly filled his orbs.

You looked astonishing.

It felt as if it was just the two of you in the room, your eyes remained locked on each other as you got closer and closer, the moment was pure and heartwarming.

Harry’s curls had grown out since your engagement on the pier so they were pushed back by a simple headband, so they didn’t block his view of you and he was adorning a suit of black colour, a white frilled shirt underneath as a thin silk black tie hung around his neck.

Your wedding dress was what you had always dreamed your dress would look like on your special day. It was Lacey and hung loosely to your figure in certain areas, flowers embroidered the sleeves and around your collar.

As your heel clad feet came to a stop by your soon to be husband, your father left a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, before taking a seat at the front two next to your mother as well as Harry’s parents and sister.

Your hand slipped into Harry’s and he rubbed soft circles on the back of it to reassure you that everything was going to be okay.

“You look beautiful, m’love.”Harry whispered as his own eyes filled with more tears.

The officiant glanced around at the people around you that were gathered in the small room before clearing his throat and beginning to speak.

“(Y/N) and Harry have decided to write their own vows as a declaration of there love for one another as well as there marriage,” the man began, looking down at the notes in his hands.

You and Harry locked gazes with each other and both offered each other a small smile, this was really happening.

“God, Harry I don’t even know where to begin,”you looked down at the piece of paper in your hand that was filled with your handwriting.

“— just for this day, I had to Google what the definition of a soulmate was but then I realised I didn’t have to. You were the definition. Plain and Simple. When we first met our first conversation was me asking you for directions, but over the past three years of getting to know you and fall continuously in love with you, I have come to known that you have showed me new directions of life, directions I didn’t think I would see unless I hadn’t of met you. You continue to make me proud and that’s one of the main reasons I love you.”

You glanced up at him when you had finished reading your vows and watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Harry turned to look at the small gathering of people you had invited to be here for this special moment, and a wet chuckle fell from his lips. “How on earth am I supposed to beat that?”

He turned back to look at you, unfolding a piece of paper from his shit pocket and starting to read aloud. “— My sweet girl, m’love, when we first started dating, straight from the get go I had promised to cherish you from then on out, from our first meeting you instantly captured my heart, you’ve made me a better person, and for that I simply can’t thank you enough, your all I ever want and more, I love you and will continue to love you as long as my heart remains beating.”

There was definitely not a dry eye in sight when Harry had finished reading.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“I do.”

“And do you Harry Edward Styles take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward?”

“Of course I bloody do!”

Harry’s best man, his stepfather Robin Twist steps forward from where he’s sat next to Anne, offering both of you the rings.

The ring slipped onto Harry’s finger effortlessly.

His hands worked delicately to slip yours on.

The officiant smiled adoringly. “— with the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”

Harry didn’t waste a second in bringing his lip balmed lips down against yours, as the taste of strawberry filled your senses, the kiss was one full of tenderness and love.

It was all official.

You were now Mrs. (Y/N) Styles.

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June 18th, 2015 — the delivery.

"I'm here!"

You looked up from the hospital bed you were currently laying on to see your husband run into the room, his eyes wide as he assessed the situation.

You were laid on the hospital bed, tears falling freely down your cheeks as your mother crouched at your bed side holding your hand and soothing you.

"H..Harry…"You spoke, voice coming out dry and hoarse.

The man rushed to your side, taking a hold of your hand and pushing some of the hair that had dried around your forehead out of your face. "— it's okay sweet girl, it's all okay. I'm here now"

Your mother gulped and looked down at the two of you. "I'll wait outside, give the two of you some space"the older women turned to look at her daughter. "You've got this (Y/N)"

Got what exactly?

Let’s answer that question.

You and Harry never really got to have a proper honeymoon after your wedding, due to the fact he was touring and didn’t have enough time to change the plans when they surrounded the band and management.

So almost six months ago, the band had decided to go on a little break near Christmas time so that they could spend the new years at home with their families and so you and Harry went back to holmes chapel.

And on Christmas Eve, the two of you christened the night and an explosion of love was formed.

You got pregnant.

And now, not even near the full term of pregnancy, your waters had broken when you were on a coffee date with your mother, your nerves were heightened especially when you had four months left in your pregnancy.

Once your mother had left the room, you turned to look at your husband, swallowing roughly. "I can't do it Harry..it's too early..they're not gonna make it!"

"Don't think like that, everything's going to be fine, I promise.” and with that he pressed a kiss to your damp cheek, grabbing ahold of your hand and rubbing the back of it softly.

Suddenly, you pinched her eyes shut and let out one of the most ear piercing painful cries Harry had ever heard, his heart beating erratically against his rib cage.

He stood up. "— I'm going to go and get some help alright..i'll be back as soon as possible"

He ran out of the room his wife was in and towards the reception area, his eyes landing on nurses who were sat there talking away. "— I need some help..my wife's having our baby"

You were clutching your stomach when Harry sprinted back into the room and resumed his position next to you, the nurses coming in followed by a doctor all smiling at you in the bed.

"Hi Mrs Styles, my names Dr Armstrong and I'll be helping you deliver your baby today, to make this experience as calm as possible, I'm going to need you to lift up your legs for me so I can check how dilated you are"

"You've got this"Harry whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.

You hesitated for a few seconds due to the fact the only person that had ever looked between your legs was harry, and the thought of any other man seemed daunting, but after Harry gave you a gentle look you slowly raised your legs up so they were bent on the bed and watched with watery eyes as the doctor slipped some latex gloves on his hand before slowly placing his hands between your legs.

The doctor then pulled his hands back, Harry letting his eyes fall on the blood on the top of the gloves, the doctor muttering a few things to the nurses, who then walked over to the other side of the room and started picking up blankets and towels.

What was happening?

"Mrs Styles, Mr Styles"the doctor cleared his throat. "— this probably isn't what the two of you were expecting but this baby is coming rather fast, and when I say fast I mean very, very fast"

Harry gulped and shook his head. "But she's only five months, surely that's not right"

The doctor smiled at the soon to be father. "That is very soon yes sir, but I have delivered babies much sooner than five months, and if we do everything right and take our time everything should be fine, I assure you"

The words just made your throat go even more dry, like sandpaper upon hearing that you were ten centimetres dilated and was soon going to be having the baby which just sent a sense

of dread to vibrate throughout your body.

"I don't want to do this Harry," You cried. "I don't want to do this..I can't"

Harry stroked a hand through your hair that was sticking to your forehead. "— you can do this sweet girl, I know you can, wouldn't have put our sweet baby in you if I didn't"

You nodded your head with all the energy that you could muster up and sat up a little bit further in the bed, your tight grip on Harry’s hand only getting tighter.

"Okay Mrs Styles, give me a nice gentle push."the doctor instructed, the nurses coming over to be on standby.

The next contraction hits your body and you ground your teeth together as you push, putting all the counter pressure in your hips.

Pushing kind of felt like when you were going to the toilet, only this was much more painful.

Tears continued to slide down your cheeks, Harry’s slightly calloused hands rubbing across her own as his own eyes welled with tears seeing the girl he loved and adored in so much pain.

"That was so good Mrs Styles,"the doctor complimented. "You're doing so well, repeat what you just did for me when your next contraction occurs, okay?"

Harry kissed your temple, just as another contraction ripped through your body, making it feel as though you were on fire.

"I can see the head."

The voices were numb to your ears, seeing as you were too busy focusing on pushing, your teeth were gritted together as your head was tucked down to your chest.

"We're so close to meeting them Sweet girl, so close,"Harry encouraged, looking in the eyes of his wife whose eyes were black.

The usual colour were filled with a pain filled black.

"The next push and you should have your baby, give me a big push Mrs Styles."

You pushed, this one feeling much longer than the others, keeping a white knuckle grip on Harry’s hand.

And that's when you heard it.

A cry filled the room, a literal babies cry.

Your and Harry’s babies cry.

"Is everything okay?"Harry quizzed, not removing his hand from your sweaty grasp.

You watched as the doctor nodded his head, letting his eyes flicker from between the two. "— congratulations Mr and Mrs Styles, you have a beautiful baby boy."

A boy.

You had a son.

A beautiful baby boy who was your’s forever.

"Would you like some skin to skin contact with your son, Mrs Styles?"Dr Armstrong asked, holding the baby in his arms.

"Yes please."You answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.

The doctor walked forward and gently laid the baby against your bare chest, moving the hospital gown out of the way.

The second your sweet baby boy was placed against your chest, you couldn't help but loud out a few cries.

Sobs even.

It may have been a bit earlier than the two of you expected, but now you simply wouldn't change it for the world.

The Styles were complete.

Harry couldn't help but let a tear fall down his cheeks, not bothering to wipe it away.

This is all he had worked for, and now it was finally here he couldn't be happier.

"Do we have a name?"one of the nurses asked, smiling at the sight of the mother holding the baby.

You locked eyes with Harry. "You tell them sweet boy"

Harry swallowed and nodded his head, not letting his eyes falter from the baby boy attached to his wife's bare chest.

"August,"he spoke. "— August Harry Styles."

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July 2nd, 2015 — the announcement.

As Harry Styles sat down for his interview, his long hair cascaded down his shoulders as he sat with the rest of the boys on the James Corden Show, a striped shirt hugging his body made of different shades of blue silk, with some black skinny jeans and a pair of chelsea boots.

He greeted James with a warm smile and sat down in the middle of Niall and Louis, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had spoken to the press, and he knew that they would have a lot of questions for him.

The first few questions were easy enough - how was his music career going? What were his plans for the future? But then, James asked him the question he had been dreading.

A question regarding his son.

Harry couldn’t be mad at James, it was his job after all and he knew for a fact that it was bound to come up one day, James was his friends, he wasn’t alone in the interview seeing as he was surrounded by his band mates, so he didn’t really have a factor to worry about.

"Harry, there have been rumours circulating that you have a son. Can you confirm or deny these rumours?"

Harry took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera. "I can confirm that the rumours are true," he said, his voice steady.

The host raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell us more about your son? How old is he?"

"He's just a baby," Harry replied, not wanting to really give away much about him. "I don't want to get into too many details, but he's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."

And it was true.

Just over three weeks ago, little Auggie flew into there lives and made them just that much better than they already were.

The sleepless nights brought the two of you closer,

Nappy changes brought the two of you closer,

And baby sick made the two of you closer.

The interview continued, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just revealed a major secret. What would people think of him now that they knew he was a father?

But when Harry left the studio and checked his phone, he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from his fans.

They sent him messages telling him how happy they were for him and how much they respected him for being honest.

In the end, Harry realised that being a dad was nothing to be ashamed of - it was something to be proud of. And with his fans by his side, he knew he could handle anything that came his way.

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25th May, 2023 — tour life.

Touring with your husband whilst he completed his last leg of tour was something you would never get over.

Especially now that you had two little munchkins touring with you, it made you think of all the different places the two of them would get to visit at such young ages.

Your little August was weeks away from turning seven and recently you had welcomed a little girl into the family, well not really recently.

A little girl named Margot.

Margot ‘gigi’ Anne Styles.

Touring was amazing, you got to spend all day surrounded by the people you adored to the end of the earths.

You were currently in Edinburgh.

And the two of you had woken up early due to your teething newborn and decided to head down to the hotel gym whilst it wasn’t busy and get in a little workout alongside your husband to try and get your body back to its pre baby shape.

Whilst you got ready and pumped some milk that Margot would be eating later, Harry had taken the kids down to the gym with him and told you to meet him there as that would be easier.

It really was.

As you walked into the gym, your eyes instantly landed on your husband Harry who was on a treadmill, already working up a sweat.

Seeing him working out always seemed to do something to you, and you have no idea why.

Maybe it was because you liked the look of the way the sweat would be rolling down his skin and making it sticky.

Or the way his hair stuck to his temple making him even look more delicious.

Almost ten years of marriage and you still got fireworks erupting your body whenever you were in his presence.

You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to him.

"Hey there good looking," You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, making him freeze slightly before registering that it was you and smiling softly to himself.

"Hey m’love," he replied, slowing down the treadmill to join you, he leant over the handles of the machine and leaned down so that you were the same height.

"How's it going?"

"It's good. I’m knackered, but it’s good,Just trying to keep in shape for our little ones," he said, pointing to your son August, who was playing in the corner and drawing in his notebook, whilst your eight-month-old daughter Margot, who was asleep in her stroller, thumb in her mouth and head pulled to the side.

"I know what you mean. It's crazy how much our lives have changed since we got married," You answered, wiping down the machine before hopping on and starting up on the treadmill with a brisk walk.

"Yeah, it's wild to think about. But I wouldn't change a thing. We have a beautiful family and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished," he said, glancing over at the kids, a smile involuntarily making its way onto his face.

"Me too," You agreed, adjusting my speed so that you were now in a slow jog. "Sometimes I can't believe we went from being just two kids in love to parents of two."

It really did blow your mind sometimes.

You remember the first time that you met Harry and your nerves skyrocketed. You were new to the school and knew absolutely no one, so when you and him became friends, it was like the two of you were meant to be.

But now, through all the good and the bad, the two of you had made it out on top, through all the hate from his fans, and all the hardships you now had the most perfect family, one that you would be able to cherish for the rest of your life.

"I know, right? But we make it work and we make each other better. And that's all that matters," Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before hopping back into his workout mode, matching your pace on the machine.

The two of you continued to work out, talking about the things you normally would, like what dreams you had during the night and what you wanted to do the day before his tour.

“I was thinking we could take the kids to a cafe for lunch today,” You suggested, taking a break on the machine to take a sip out of your water bottle. “— I was thinking it would be something different, I don’t want the kids to get bored, y’know?”

Harry pondered the idea for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”

It wasn’t long before you were all heading out for cafe.

It was a warm and sunny afternoon when you l, Harry and the kids approached the cosy little cafe in the heart of the Scottish city.

After your little gym session this morning, you and Harry had both gone back to the hotel room, had some showers and then got yourselves and the kids ready.

Harry was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with some pastel coloured designs on the front of it, blue ripped jeans hugging his legs accessorised with a pair of blue and white chequered vans, a blue cap and his iconic white bug eyed sunglasses over his face.

Harry had gotten Margot ready this morning, as you were in the shower. She was wearing a dark green romper, with a nice white bow headband pushing her curls out of her face, some knee high white socks adorning her feet.

After making sure that August was ready, his outfit consisted of a beige coloured oversized shirt, a cap on his hat so that he could match his daddy and a cap so he could match his daddy, and a pair of black shorts on his legs.

Once all of the kids were ready, it was then your time to get ready for the day. You shifted through the suitcase containing your clothes and decided on a simple outfit. It consisted of a pink oversized jumper paired with a matching pink pair of cycling shorts, some sunglasses and a pair of trainers on your feet.

It seemed like forever until you were all ready to leave the room.

As you made your way inside the cafe, you could see August's eyes light up with excitement as he eyed the pastry display case.

A worker greeted the four of you as you approached the counter, pulling your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head.

Your little boy turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. "Mommy, can I have a chocolate croissant?"

"Sure, sweetie,” You nodded your head, adjusting your hands that were resting on the stroller handles as they were getting a bit sweaty. “— But just one, okay?"

You really didn’t want to deal with him having a stomach ache if he ate too many Pan Au Chocolates.

All the food sounded so good.

"I think I'm going to get a sandwich,” Your Husband spoke.

“What about you, baby?" Your husband spoke up, looking at the menu that was hung above your heads.

"I'll have a panini, I think,” You told him, turning to look at him and offering him a small smile. “And Margot is just going to have some pureed veggies."

You placed our order and then proceeded to sit down at a cosy table by the window, the sun beating through the windows. Little Margot comfortably nestled in her stroller beside you and Harry whilst August sat on the other side of the round table so that he was also next to both of you.

It was filled with small talk whilst you waited for your order to arrive at the table, the Scottish weather really was amazing this time of year.

"Daddy, did you know that I spelt a really big word with Mrs. Addams today?" August piped up, leaning forward in his seat eagerly.

August was coming up to seven so that meant that he would have already started school, but due to the fact you and the kids were touring the world with Harry that means he wasn’t able to go to school as much as he would have liked.

So in order for him to continue his studies, you and Harry both agreed that a teacher coming on tour with the two of you would be what’s best, and so far it’s been really good.

There’s been times where August’s kicked off about being too tired to learn but Harry being his father just learns that he inherited his stubbornness.

August was definitely a daddy’s boy through and through, in personality and appearance, he definitely had a little bit of separation anxiety when it came to Harry, but that was totally plausible due to the fact he was away for work quite a lot.

When Margot came into the world, she completed your family, she filled a void that the three of you didn’t know were missing and made your hearts just that much fuller.

Both children were spitting images of their father, you wouldn’t think that you were the one that carried them at all.

They both had his iconic brown curls (Auggie’s were a bit more longer due to the fact he had seen a photo of Harry with long hair and insisted he grow it out.) they had his green eyes that you fell in love with, and had his dimples and bunny teeth.

“Really? That's amazing!” Your husband gushed, reaching forward to fist bump his son with a proud smile on his face. “— What word did you spell?"

"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"

"Wow, that's quite a mouthful,”Harry leaned forward to press a kiss against his mini me’s forehead. “I'm proud of you, buddy."

August smiled at his fathers words before you all began to chat about something else.

As the four of you chatted and waited for your food to arrive, Margot began to fuss and squirm in her stroller.

"Looks like someone's getting hungry,” You went to stand up and go to her aid, her veggie purée that was in the baby bag under the stroller. “Let me get her a bottle."

"I can do it, love,” Harry grabbed a hold of your wrist softly, and stood himself up to approach the stroller “You stay here and eat. I'll take care of Gigi."

You smiled gratefully at your husband as he took Margot out of her stroller and sat her down on his lap as he started feeding her the purée you had made this morning in the hotel room while August and you chatted about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.

As you finished your lunch, Harry chuckled and began to speak, "I don't think I've ever been surrounded by this much cuteness before."

That was true, your kids were the absolute cutest and the two of you weren’t biassed at all.

“And we wouldn't have it any other way." You sighed contentedly, they were your entire world, without the kids and Harry you're not sure what you would be doing right now.

With full bellies and happy hearts, you gathered your things and headed back out into the bustling city, ready to take on the rest of the day together as a family.

As you left the cafe in Edinburgh, you watched as Harry pushed Margot’s stroller, and held August’s hand so that he was close to you. You could see the fans waiting outside, and knew that you had to be careful.

As you made your way to the car, the fans started to call out your husband's name. "We love you, Harry!" they would shout.

You could feel August's grip on your hand tightening. He was scared, and you didn't blame him. You had been going out with Harry for thirteen years and still his fans didn’t cease to make you anxious. But you knew that you had to keep moving, to show that August couldn’t be scared because he would be scared if you were.

You reached the car, and Harry quickly put Margot in her car seat. August climbed into the back, and I got into the passenger seat, whilst Harry got in the driver's seat. As you drove away, you could see the fans in the rearview mirror, still calling out your husband's name.

"Mommy, why do they want to see daddy?" August asked, you could hear a slight quiver in his voice.

You offered him a gentle smile as you turned back to look at him in the backseat, his hand was holding onto his Sister’s,"Because he's a very talented singer, Auggie. A lot of people love his music."

August nodded, and you could see that he was starting to relax. You knew that it was going to be a long tour, but you were determined to keep your family safe and happy.

As Harry drove through the streets of Paris, you could feel the excitement building in the air. Harry’s husband's tour was going to be huge, and you

Knew that he was going to be amazing. But you also knew that it was going to be hard on all of you.

"Mommy, can we listen to daddy’s music?" August asked from the backseat.

"Of course, sweet boy," Harry enthusiastically reached forward, turning on the radio. Adore You came on, and I could see August's face light up.

"Your so good," August exclaimed, “— your the bestest singer in the whole wide world!” He was tapping his foot to the beat.

You and Harry both smiled, You were feeling proud of your husband and his talent. But also knew that being a pop star wasn't easy. There were always fans waiting outside, always paparazzi trying to get a photo.

You and your family arrived back at the hotel, and you quickly got Margot out of her car seat whilst Harry picked August up, although he was almost seven years old almost, he still like a cuddle.

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May 26th, 2023 — late night talking.

“Can you believe it's been almost ten years since we got married?" You asked Harry as you lifted up his hand to play with the wedding band sitting around his ring finger.

You laid in bed with Harry in Edinburgh, after his show and the two of you were absolutely knackered.

His show was incredible like it always was, he got the crowd going like always and brought a smile on not just your face and the children’s faces but every fan's face in the stadium.

He was in everybody's safe space.

You had put the kids to bed earlier and had both shared a shower together before crawling into bed and snuggling up against one another like always.

Harry chuckled and replied, "I know, it feels like yesterday. We were so young and naive back then."

You smiled up at him, shifting on your side and placing a hand on his naked torso (he liked to sleep in just his boxers), "But look at us now, we have a beautiful family and a great life."

Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, we've come a long way. I'm proud of us."

You looked at Harry, "Remember when we used to talk about having kids? We were so scared."

Harry laughed, "Yeah, we were clueless. But now we have August and Margot, and I’d like to say we're doing just fine."

Parenting was definitely hard at times, but you and Harry always worked together to make sure that everything was going smoothly at all times, you both agreed you didn’t want your kids growing up in a household where there was animosity.

You grinned,pecking a kiss to his chest, "August is growing up so fast. He's already six years old."

Where had the time gone?

Where was your itty bitty five pound baby?

"I know, it's crazy,” Harry nodded, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a soft manner. “—And Margot is already eight months old. Time really does fly."

You sighed contentedly, "I'm so grateful for you and our family. We've been through so much, but we always come out stronger."

Harry smiled lovingly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, "That's what love does. It makes us stronger."

It was true.

You and Harry always came out stronger when the two of you had a little disagreement, and that’s what made your relationship worth while.

You and Harry continued talking, reminiscing on your lives, feeling grateful for their life together. You knew that you had both come a long way, but if there was one thing you were looking forward too, it was to see what the future for their family.

"Are you okay?" You asked Harry as you noticed him struggling to keep his eyes open.

Harry shook his head, "I'm just feeling a bit tired today. I didn't get much sleep last night due to Gigi teething and the routings just started to get to me, nothing that a good nights sleep can’t fix.”

Yoy looked at Harry with concern, "Why didn't you tell me? Tonight, when the baby monitor goes off, I’m going to get Margot, I don’t care if you insist I sleep, I’m going, you need to be well rested.”

Harry smiled at you once again, yawning shortly before. "Thank you. But I wanted you to get some rest too. You've been working so hard lately."

You felt touched by Harry's words.

You knew that he was always looking out for you, even when he was struggling himself.

“Let’s try and get some shut eye.” You turned to the left and switched off your lamp on the bedside table before turning back around and snuggling into your husband's chest once again.

This was definitely your favourite sleeping position. His arms made you feel safe, as if no harm could ever come to you or the kids.

“I love you.” Harry spoke, looking down at you and puckering his lips slightly.

“And I love you, darling,” You replied, pressing one last goodnight kiss to his lips. “— from here to eternity?”

“From here to eternity.”

[unabashegirl]

MASTERLIST

ONE SHOTS

Kings of Leon

Wear something noticeable || Part 2

Equatorial Sun

What are you doing up?

My head is spinning over you

Pax Romana

Harry's grammy performance

You lied to me

Chocolate cake

Golden Boy

Nameless

Meeting her || Part 2 || Part 3

INSTAGRAM BLURBS

Dating hints

Pregnancy

Sadie Sink

Elsa Hosk

Lori Harvey

Pudderfly

Deepika Padukon

Dakota Johnson

Matilda Djerf

Gracie Abrams

SERIES

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Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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[mulledcherrywine]

Dreams

summary: You can’t sleep

a/n: got a bit carried away with english major tendencies and went a lil descriptive but i hope u like her anyway 🤭🤭

Most nights, you slept right through til morning. No interruptions, no tossing and turning. You considered yourself extremely lucky, especially given the amount of traveling you do.

Tonight though, your eyes just wouldn’t close. To make matters worse, and killing you with jealously, Harry was dead asleep next to you.

Looking at him, and how pretty he was when he slept, you supposed it wasn’t all bad insomnia was crawling around inside you. He always looked contented when he was asleep, and never really looked angry or too happy - he just looked like himself.

As you watched the soft cycles of his breath, you noticed the end of his nose twitch a little, his lips moving slightly. Too, his eyelids moved a little bit. Just subtly, but you noticed everything he did.

You remember reading that when a persons face moved like that in sleep, they were likely dreaming. You wondered what someone as consciously exciting as he was conjured up in his mind when he was unconscious. Slowly, just soft enough not to quite touch his skin, you moved a few of the stray curls his sleep has pushed into his eyes.

A small sound left his mouth and you quickly retreated your fingers so as not to put yourself right at the scene of the crime should he wake up.

He quietly said your name, eyes still closed.

You held a hand over your mouth, hiding your laugh.

“What’re you doing?” he said, giving a half-assed smile to you.

“You’re so pretty” you gushed, his eyes opening narrowly to shoot a glance at you.

“Look whose talkin’” he gravely spoke, pulling you into him, “Why aren’t you asleep, like I was before someone woke me, by the way”

You pretend to take great offense, giving an exaggerated gasp.

Settling into his frame, you adjusted your head on his arm. You sighed, getting back to his question.

“I just couldn’t, I don’t know”

“Y’worried about something?”

“Mm..No I don’t think so, just one of those days, I guess”

“Well, lucky for you, tomorrow is Sunday, which means I doesn’t really matter how much y’sleep tonight, since we’ve got all day tomorrow to make it up, hm?”

“Like you won’t be out running at the crack of dawn”

“It’s good for you! How do y’think I sleep so much?”

You laughed softly, starting to close your eyes.

“I’ll take a rest day tomorrow, how about. Jus’ me and you tomorrow, yeah?” he spoke again.

You nodded quickly, then leant your head back into the nape of his neck. You caught his eyes in the dark for a moment, that little iris light making its way through the lack of light.

Just as you had to him moments before, he brushed a few strays from the side of your face as you were killed off to sleep by your quick conversation. Just the light touch made your eyes grow heavy, drunk with sleep.

“‘Night, lovie” he hummed, closing his own eyes shortly after.

“Goodnight, H” you returned, flipping over quickly to give a small kiss to his forehead, him already half-asleep again.

You tucked yourself back to where you were before Harry was up, only now much closer to him.

When mere minutes ago, sleep felt ages away, now all it took was a few deep breaths and you were out like a light. Thoughts of the Sunday ahead happily resting on your mind, letting both you and Harry dream well into the morning.

[younghearts-stories]

high noon: chapter nineteen

It was quite funny, actually. All the things you start to notice, start to become more aware of when you're falling in love. Figuring out that you'd do something for someone just because they want to. Or figuring out that you actually don't mind doing the small, otherwise annoying tasks you'd usually put off if you were on your own. That even the most mundane things were actually fun, special even when you were doing them with someone you cared about.

Chapter 19, make me feeling like lightning, is now up!

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TW: substances, rough sex.

side note - im not sure if i want to make this a Larry or a y/n genderless one shot/fic hmmm

concept; it's set in the late 70's, you go to a concert to see a show and watch Harry Styles open with his band. He eventually brings you back stage, shares his c0ke and weed with you and you both end up in a sloppy heated makeout session, groping at each other's bodies.

[lilliagradiewrites]

freedom (HS)

In which you and Harry rehearse your first dance routine the night before your wedding.

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Pairing: Fiancee!Harry x Reader (non gender specified, though femme)

Content: Fluff. Disgustingly sweet, lovey dovey, sappy sloppy fluff.

Author's Note: HI BABIES! I missed y'all. I made a little bit of JOn Snow content, leaning on the steamier side... I'm afraid to try writing smut so I'm dipping my toes in by implying smut. Anways, in the meantime, I can always right darling sweet fluffly little fluff- which is exactly what this is. I had this idea while just going about my day today and I just HAD to write it. It is so fucking cute. I really hope you like this one. I promised you Harry content and I keep my word. Expect JJ content next! Maybe some spidey writings in our future as well.

I love yall, I hope you love this>

ENJOY!

“Okay, babe, we can do this. Right, left, spin. Are you ready to try?” Your voice was brimming with encouragement as you spoke to your fianceé, trying your damnedest to coax him out of his shell.

“I’m trying, lovie, I have two left feet.” Harry practically whined, dropping his hands from yours down to his sides like a child. You chuckled lightly to yourself at his protest, then pulled his hand back into yours. 

“You don’t, you’re just new at this. We’re learning together, C’mon, let’s try.” You counted off, then leapt into the dance steps, pulling Harry along with you. The piece was a short excerpt of a dramatic waltz. It was a particularly complicated portion routine, where your feet and Harry’s had to crossover in time with the music. The section was quick but required precision, and it ended with a flourishing turn in which your A-line reception gown would flow out towards your audience. Harry danced with a focused and determined expression on his lovely features, his eyebrows furrowing with attention. 

For the first time, you finish the section with complete success, and Harry spins you out over his knee. As you soon as you finished turning, you squealed and jumped into Harry’s arms, placing a firm kiss on his lips. “We did it! I told you we’d do it!”

Harry laughed at your excitement picking you up and planting another kiss. “It was great, darling.”

Once your husband-to-be lowered your feet back to the ground, you clapped your hands and began to speak. “Okay! So we did it, we got it, we can do it. It’s gonna be great. I think we should probably take a break and go enjoy the night with our friends. You ready to go?”

Harry’s eyes widened with a small inhale. “I-erm, well- I don’t know.” His cheeks went lightly pink with the statement. “Can we run it a few more times? I’m not ready yet, I don’t think.”

You smiled fondly at the love of your life. It meant so much to you that it means so much to him. “Of course. Try it with the music?”

After another hour of running and re-running the number, you finally decided to call it a night. “It’s great, Har. It looks really good. We’ve done it a million times not with no mistakes, it will be perfect.”

Harry looked at you with concern behind those green eyes you loved so much. “Are you sure we can’t practice with the choreographer one more time?”

You laughed, pulling your man close to you. His hands found their place on your hips naturally, your energies magnetic for each other. “The wedding is tomorrow, Harry. We don’t have any more time.”

Harry groaned and buried his head in your shoulder, feigning drastic disappointment. You laughed again, your hands finding his curls and twirling them between your fingers. After a moment, he looked up at you and wrapped his arms fully around you, pulling you closer into him. “I’m sorry for bein’ so nervous. I just want my first dance with my new, wonderful, beautiful wife to be perfect. I know it’s important to you. I want to make you proud and show you off right.”

As you gazed into his eyes, pouring adoration into them, you realized you may not be able to last one more night before this man was your husband. You placed your hand on his cheek, stroking your thumb over his cheekbones. “I love you so much. I cannot fucking wait to marry you. 

“I love you more than anything.” Harry replies, pulling you into the largest, tightest embrace. After a moment of holding you, he pulls back and plants a kiss on your forehead. “I’d better go. The boys are waiting for me at the bar, and we aren’t in the same room tonight, of course.”

You smile at him. “Go find your friends. Enjoy your final night of freedom.”

Harry leans down and kisses you. “You are my freedom.”

With that, he turns and leaves the ballroom, leaving you alone, smiling after him like a schoolgirl with a crush. 

As the silence filling his absence settles in, you realize that is the last time you will ever kiss a man who is not your husband.

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My phone buzzed twice on the mattress beside my head, right where I left it last night when I fell asleep talking to Harry on the phone. It took me a few tries to get my groggy eyes to stay open, but even catching a glimpse of his name on my screen made me smile.

Harry: Good morning

Harry: Miss you

Without anyone there to see, I let my smile grow until I had to cover my face and roll over as if I was still embarrassed about it. We had only been doing the long-distance thing for five days, but it was working out just fine. Communication was key, and we had figured out a way to do that even with an eight hour time difference. It wasn't ideal, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

Me: I miss you too

Me: I hope you have a good day at the studio today...or, I guess tomorrow for you

Harry: Yeah, it's only a little past midnight here so I'm still up if you wanna talk

Harry: Or are you busy?

I laughed at the idea that I possibly could be busy. All I had been doing since I've come back to London is clean my apartment and start working on my physical health again, which I had abandoned for way too long before I went to see Harry.

Me: I'm not busy, let me just get my shit together first and I can call you when I get to the grocery store

Harry: Sounds good

I tossed my phone to the side to get up and use the bathroom. Knowing that I was supposed to start my period today, I found myself more relieved than ever that I was jobless, or at least jobless from Redwood. Serving while cramping was a nightmare.

But as I went to change the liner I slept with in preparation for this morning, it appeared to be clean and otherwise untouched. I paused for a moment, hesitantly wrapping it up to toss in the trash.

Before completing the rest of my morning routine, I spoke my own confusion under my breath and found my birth control pack on my nightstand. I double checked the day from the last pill I took, and I was completely on track without a single one missed.

"What the fuck," I glanced around the room as I tried to find an explanation, but then I figured it could have just been the stress of knowing I was running out of time to find a job, or maybe my body was still adjusting to the time difference from Los Angeles. That was possible...right? Besides, I had been late for my period a few times in my life. It's not like it was that far fetched for me.

..........

[goldensstateofgrace]

At Last...

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Summary: Y/n doesn’t singing In front of people, but for harry she does.

Warnings: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mentions of a mothers death (not in detail), lmk If I missed anything!

Word count: 1345

I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <3

You never sing in front of Harry. 

It’s not because you think you sound horrible, you’ve just always been shy when singing in front of people, and to have your boyfriend, Harry Styles, listening to you is too nerve wracking. 

 From a young age you knew you loved to sing, always singing along in the car or mumbling lyrics to yourself while doing a task. But never in front of friends, the only person you ever trusted to hear you was your mother. And when she passed away, you never sang in front of anyone again. 

It always felt like a you and her thing, and you didn’t want to take that memory and feeling away by giving it to someone else. 

But one night Harry sweetly talked you into singing a bit for him, which was very nerve wracking and you were terribly anxious. 

You both had been laying on the couch in his house, having been watching ‘The Notebook’ one of Harry’s favorite rom coms. 

“Alright,” you sit up, untangling yourself from his arms, “I’ll let you pick one song and I'm not singing it all, just a little part and then that’s all you get.” you tell him, looking at him expectantly. 

He takes a minute, brows furrowed and his fingers tugging at his pink plump lips, “Ok,” he sits up too, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing away before a piano and guitar instrumental starts to play through the phone speaker and you instantly recognize it. 

You shoot him a small glare, which he just smirks back at, both of you knowing you’d have to use almost your full range to do this song. 

“I hate you” you mumble, sitting up straighter and taking a deep calming breath. 

“At Last..”  you belt out, nothing like Etta James but that's the thing about music, different people interpret songs in different ways, it’s the beauty of it. 

“My Love has come along, 

My lonely days are over, 

And life is like a song, 

Oh yeah, oh yeah” 

Harry’s face morphed in awe and shock, his mouth slightly open as his eyes,full of wonder, stare at you, a slow, breathless smile etching it’s way to the corners of his mouth. 

“At last, 

The skies are blue, 

My heart was wrapped in clover, 

The night I looked at you.” 

You stare right back at him, conveying through your eyes how much you loved him. You gave one small smile before sighing, rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs, “alright, that’s all you get. “ 

“Y-Y/n,” he stutters, his face still full of shock, “why didn’t you tell me you could sing like that? Holy shit, babe, you’re amazing.” Harry lets out a chuckle pulling you to him, kisses you sweetly, pulling back to laugh again in amazement. 

You blush, shaking your head, “uh thanks, oh look you’re favorite parts coming up,” you bring both of your attentions back to the tv.

“Thank you for singing for me baby, I know you don’t like it but i’m thankful you trusted me enough to do it, I love you,” he whispers, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead. 

— 

A Year Later, 

This was really happening, you were actually about to record a song. 

Having been to the studio a thousand times with Harry, you know your way around, it was one of the things Harry made sure to do when you first came with him. He showed you everything in the studio, how the producers work the board and inside the booth. 

But it’s not the same without him here, it feels off and odd for you to be the one in the booth instead of him. 

You’re surprising him though, for your wedding. 

That still feels weird to say that you’re getting married, but you couldn’t be happier. 

You went to Jeff a few months into planning the wedding with an idea to surprise Harry with a song you could dance your first dance as a married couple too. When you were planning out the songs you wanted to play at the reception, Harry brought up how he thought the first dance song should be “At Last” by Etta James because ‘when you sang it for me that night, that’s when i knew i wanted to marry you.” 

You about died right there by how much you thought your heart would burst with love. 

So standing here, in a pretty white dress and a wedding band adorning your ring finger as the dj announces Mr & Mrs Styles you couldn’t feel happier or more in love with the man by your side. 

“Alright, alright! Let’s slow it down for the happy couple’s first dance!” The Dj calls out to the crowd of your close family and friends. 

Harry takes your hand and slowly leads you to the center of the dance floor, family and friends surrounding you to look on. He looks down at you lovingly, your hand clasped in one of his as the other goes around his neck, you smile up at him, “I have a surprise for you,” you whisper. 

Harry smirks, quirking a thick eyebrow in interest, “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” he asks. 

“Here is the first dance, and the lovely Mrs. Styles singing At Last,” the Dj calls out one alst time before the music starts and you and harry start swaying. “What does he mean by you singing?” Harry asks just as your voice filters through the speakers. 

“At Last..”  you belt out, through the speakers, Harry's face one of pure shock as his eyes fill with tears. 

“My Love has come along, 

My lonely days are over, 

And life is like a song, 

Oh yeah, oh yeah” 

“Darling,” he tries, but can’t get out. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, your thumb swiping away the tear that slid down his smooth cheek. 

“Shh, I love you and I wanted to do this for you,” you tell him, whispering so only the two of you could hear. Your thumb strokes back and forth on his cheek as you smile up at him lovingly, knowing your mother would be happy you’re sharing this part of yourself with harry after so long of keeping it to yourself. 

You told him a few days later, after you had sung for him for the first time that you used to do it with your mom and you didn’t want anything messing with that memory of her. Harry was his supportive self, even saying sorry if he had made you feel pressured to sing for him after he bugged you long enough about it. 

You just laughed and shook your head, telling him how right it felt to sing, and for him to be there next you as you did it. 

“At last, 

The skies are blue, 

My heart was wrapped in clover, 

The night I looked at you.” 

Harry pulls you closer, as if that would even be possible, and leans his forehead on yours, eyes connected to yours as you both sway to the sound of your voice. 

“God, I love you so much, Y/n,” he breaths out, a small chuckle slipping out like he can’t believe what he’s hearing. 

“I found a dream that I could speak to,

A dream that I can call my own,

I found a thrill to press my cheek to,

A thrill that I've never known oh, yeah, yeah”

“I love you more, I don’t even have words to describe it, H.” Your smile is so wide, matching the one looking back at you, happiness and pure love buzzing around the two of you as the last words of the song belt out of the speakers. 

“You smiled, you smiled,

Oh, and then the spell was cast,

And here we are in Heaven,”

Harry spins you, bring you back into his chest as a giggle falls from your mouth, your cheek pressing against his as you both sing the last line of the song, 

“For you are mine at last.”

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Hey everyone, welcome to my blurb masterlist !!

This is for the cute little ideas I’ll randomly come up with instead of the one shots that take up a lot of time and energy.

This is for when I have random bursts of creativity!

There will be angst, fluff and sometimes poorly written smut 😭

Word of warning, these blurbs will most likely be under 5k as there only supposed to be short, so enjoy <3

airport security.

in which, harry and his daughter madison have a tradition of going on a little father-daughter holiday, they first did it when she was six months old, just before her first birthday and now there doing it just before her second birthday, but today, let’s just say little miss is in a very cranky mood.

in the stars.

in which, harry is remembering you, his beloved wife, mother of his child, that passed away, this is him grieving, remembering the lives that the two of you shared together and will always share together, no matter the circumstances.

sky high.

in which, your an airhostess for british airways, and harry’s been a pilot for british airways for the last four years, and your both working on the same a380 to the big apple.

school pick up.

in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees her best friend, her father standing at the gates.

uncle harry.

in which, after the birth of her baby, you and harry decided to stop by the hospital to see her, where tears fall and memories are created.

boys day out.

in which, manchester united are playing luton town fc in the premier league, and so what better thing to do then take your two football obsessed children to watch there favourite team hopefully win.

carribbean privacy.

in which, you and harry decided to go for a little family holiday to start the new year off on the right foot, and went to a caribbean island, where your just trying to enjoy yourselves, and spend some quality time with your two children, when a couple of fans spot your husband.

when the clock strikes midnight.

in which, you and harry broke up just over a year ago, and have not seen each other since, but when your friend invites you to a new years eve party with all your close ones there, the last person you expected to see walk through the door was him.

underneath the tree.

in which, since officially dating harry for a total of eight years now, courting for three, being married for three and parents for two, you’ve both given each other, such wonderful gifts over the years, and here’s a few of them.

do you still love me?

in which, harrys been acting shifty lately, when your looking for a shirt in his wardrobe, he gets hostile, when you say your going to go and shower, he gets hostile and for some reason doubts start to creep into your mind about what he’s been doing, so when you confront him about it, he tells you of his secret all along.

santa’s grotto.

in which, harry takes his two year old son, sebastian, to go and see santa because your at home sick from the flu, but it doesn’t go aswell as he hoped seeing as all little kids appear to have a phobia of the man dressed in red.

i saw mummy kissing santa claus .

in which, when you and harry are putting the christmas presents under the tree on christmas eve, with harry dressed up in a santa costume just for his own novelty, and share a little moment to themselves, unbeknownst to them that there four year old son arlo, was watching the whole time.

daddy’s new hair style.

in which, your fiancé returns home one afternoon, shocking both you and your son milo when he appears to be sporting a new hair cut, neither of you seemed to be prepared for.

pumpkin patch.

in which, you and harry decide to take your son teddy to the pumpkin patch in honour of it finally hitting october, the three of you decide to make a day of things, and let’s just say the day doesn’t exactly turn out how you all expected it, a series of unfortunate events occur and that all starts out with your fiancé getting annoyed that the sat nav isn’t helping him very much.

snack wars.

in which, on this episode of snack wars, we sit down with a certain curly headed lad who goes by the name of harry styles who happens to be comparing british and american snacks.

the terrible twos.

in which, travelling with your husband around europe hasn’t been the most smooth sailing, especially when your daughters currently experiencing her terrible twos.

sick on tour.

in which, touring europe was meant to be a fun thing to do as a family, but when your toddler suddenly developes a sickness bug, you watch with fond eyes as your husband takes care of your little one, nursing them back to full health.

london experiences.

in which, whilst walking around the streets of london with your fiancé harry and two year old daughter mila whose currently getting her molars growing in, things appear to be going swell until a fan asks for a photo and your little one has to be disturbed.

broken ankle, karma rules.

in which, going on a run with your fiancé of two years means harmless flirting and teasing, that is until an incident occurs and he has to carry you back to the car.

jealous baby styles.

in which, five days ago, you and harry welcomed another little baby into the world, but the blissful baby bubble isn’t all it turns out to be when you have a toddler as well.

airport chaos.

in which, harry’s just finished his show in barcelona, and is en-route to madrid, but there’s one more hurdle that needs to be jumped when fans bombard him, you and your one year old son finley. this results in a very agitated harry, a tearful toddler and a wife that’s claustrophobic.

like father like son.

in which, in 2018, you and your fiancé harry welcomed a little baby boy into the world, and his name was sammy. him and his father were exact replicas of each other, same brown tousled curls, forest green orbs, matching dimples and bunny teeth, harry jr. loves everything to do with his father, wherever he went, he wasn’t far behind.

the box.

in which, your husband is ready to go on stage for fifteen out of fifteen nights at the kia forum, and the crew team come up with a way for him to get to the stage unnoticed, but his three year old daughter wants to get involved as-well.

the bath tub.

in which, your looking for your husband backstage at his concert, and get directed by a crew member that he’s in his dressing room. things get heated the second you walk into the room, and there’s nothing like a quick quickie in the bathtub.

styles on the reins.

in which, harry’s looking after his two year old son, parker whilst you go out with your aunt, so they decide to go on a walk around the small streets of italy where your currently residing, but that’s easier said then done when the little one is just as feral as his father.

a helping hand.

in which, your six months pregnant, your sweaty, ankles are swollen and your nauseous all the time, getting on the boat was a slightly easy task, but the task of getting off the boat is a lot harder, but luckily your husband is there to help you.

wedding day blues.

in which, it’s your and your fiancés wedding day, getting married in the garden of your shared italian villa, surrounded by your close friends and loved ones, but you can’t help but let the nerves get to you.

tired baby styles.

in which, you, harry and your one and a half year old son, elliott are holidaying in spain, where your little one won’t go down for his afternoon nap, so your boyfriend comes up with an idea to get him to doze off.

your blue birds.

in which, whilst your at home dealing with your sickness bug, harry takes the little one to the stadium with him so he’s out of your hair, that’s where you get sent a photo of them that makes you feel ten times better.

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 35 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The day of the prenatal appointment arrived, and Harry and Y/N found themselves sitting side by side in the waiting room of the obstetrician's office. The atmosphere was hushed, the anticipation palpable as they exchanged glances filled with a mix of nerves and determination.

Harry's fingers tapped rhythmically against his thigh, a manifestation of the tension that had settled within him. Y/N, on the other hand, took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. They were navigating uncharted territory together, and the upcoming appointment was a significant milestone in their journey.

When their names were finally called, they rose from their seats, the weight of the moment pressing upon them. Harry reached out and gently squeezed Y/N's hand, offering her a reassuring smile that masked his own apprehensions.

Together, they entered the doctor's office, where they were greeted by a warm and friendly obstetrician. Dr. Williams had been recommended to Y/N by her mother, and her gentle demeanor put both Harry and Y/N at ease.

Dr. Williams, a middle-aged man with a warm smile, addressed Y/N first, his tone professional but kind. "Good afternoon, Y/N. How have you been feeling since our last visit?"

Y/N answered, sharing her thoughts and any concerns she had about the pregnancy, her gaze never leaving the doctor. However, as the appointment continued, Dr. Williams seemed to become increasingly friendly with Y/N, his mannerisms shifting from professional to overly familiar. Harry had also found it incredibly rude and unprofessional for him not to greet him yet he abstained from saying anything. The last thing he wanted was to upset Y/N.

Harry couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in the doctor's behavior. He watched as Dr. Williams playfully flirted with Y/N, offering compliments and personal anecdotes that were unrelated to the appointment. Harry's unease grew with each passing moment, his protective instincts kicking in.

When Dr. Williams addressed Y/N's pregnancy and casually mentioned, "So, you're doing this all on your own, then?" Harry felt a surge of anger and frustration. It was clear that the doctor assumed Y/N was a single mother and he was just a friend. He was done playing nice. It was time he let his presence be known.

Before Y/N could respond, Harry spoke up, his tone firm and assertive. "Actually, no. We're doing this together."Harry's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise as he took Dr. Williams' hand. “Harry Styles”.

Dr. Williams raised an eyebrow in surprise, his gaze shifting between Harry and Y/N. "Oh, I see. My apologies for the assumption. I presume you must be the father?”

“That’s right” He dryly said.

As the appointment progressed, they experienced a mix of emotions. They heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time—a moment that left them both awe-struck and teary-eyed. Dr. Williams shared important information about the pregnancy, discussing the upcoming milestones and what to expect in the months to come.

Just before the appointment ended and as Y/N wiped the gel off her bump, Harry cleared his throat, his tone earnest. "Dr. Williams, we wanted to discuss something important with you."

The doctor's demeanor shifted slightly, sensing the seriousness of their tone. "Of course, please have a seat."

Once they were settled, Y/N began, her voice steady. "Harry and I have decided to do a paternity test to confirm the biological father of the baby."

Dr. Williams' expression remained professional, his gaze shifting between them. "I understand. It's a significant step, and it's important to ensure clarity."

Harry nodded, his tone firm. " We want to get it done as soon as possible."

Dr. Williams leaned back in his chair, considering their request. "I can provide you with the necessary referrals and information for the test. It typically involves a blood sample from both the mother and the potential father."

Y/N and Harry exchanged a look of acknowledgment, gratitude evident in their expressions.

"Thank you, Dr. Williams," Y/N said, her voice sincere.

Outside the doctor's office, in the corridor of the medical center, Harry and Y/N shared a moment of quiet reflection. The weight of their shared experience hung in the air, a reminder that they were united by the life growing within Y/N, a life they would both cherish and support, no matter the challenges that lay ahead.

Leaving the hospital behind after their prenatal appointment and discussions about their unborn baby, Harry and Y/N stepped into the fresh air of the city, their steps carrying them away from the medical center.

As they walked down the sidewalk, Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "So, what's on your agenda for the rest of the day. Do you have a lot of work ahead?"

Y/N's gaze wandered to the bustling city around them before she replied, her voice calm. "Actually, I'm heading to the new apartment to receive some furniture that's being delivered."

Harry's brows furrowed with concern. "Are you doing it all on your own?"

Y/N's lips curved into a small smile, appreciating Harry's thoughtfulness. "No, Patrick is helping me, but he'll only be available after he's done with work."

Harry's worry didn't dissipate. "That's kind of risky, isn't it? Carrying heavy furniture and all?"

Y/N nodded in understanding, acknowledging the validity of his concern. "Yes, it can be, but we'll be careful. I can't leave the furniture out in the hallway, and Patrick offered to assist once he's available."

Harry's protective nature kicked in as he offered an alternative solution. "I could help you. I'm free for the rest of the day, and it's better than waiting for Patrick."

Y/N's gratitude shone in her eyes, and she shook her head gently. "Harry, you've done enough today with the appointment and everything. I don't want to take up more of your time”

Harry's concern for Y/N's well-being was unwavering, and as they continued their walk down the bustling city streets, he couldn't shake the nagging worry about her handling heavy furniture on her own.

"Y/N," he began, his tone gentle yet resolute, "I can't just stand by knowing you're handling all that furniture on your own. It's not safe, especially during your pregnancy."

Y/N glanced at him, her expression a mix of appreciation and a hint of protest. "I know you want to help, but you've already done so much today. You don't have to—"

Harry interrupted her, his voice firm. "I want to help because I care about you and the baby. I can't let you take unnecessary risks. Please, let me come with you."

There was a pause as Y/N met his determined gaze, recognizing the sincerity in his words. After a moment, she relented with a small smile. "Alright. I don't want to argue about it. Thank you for being so thoughtful."

Harry's lips curled into a relieved smile, his hand finding hers once again as they continued walking. "I promise it won't take long, and I'll make sure everything is set up safely."

As they approached Y/N's apartment building, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had successfully convinced Y/N to let him help, and he was determined to ensure everything went smoothly.

Y/N's new apartment was a charming and intimate space, radiating personality and warmth despite its smaller size compared to Harry's more lavish abode. Nestled in a bustling city neighborhood, the building itself had an old-world charm, complete with a wrought-iron staircase and a vintage elevator with a metal gate.

Stepping through the front door of the apartment, one would find themselves in a welcoming living area that doubled as her lounge and dining space. The open-plan design made the most of the limited square footage.

The living area boasted a cozy sofa in a rich, earthy tone that begged to be lounged on. Overhead, a stylish pendant light cast a warm, golden glow. Beside the sofa, a rustic wooden coffee table held a few well-chosen decorative items, including a vase of fresh flowers.

“The couch is being replaced. All the furniture here is just temporarily” She explained to Harry as she allowed him to explore the apartment. “Except for the barstools. Those I got a few days ago”.

The walls of the living room were painted in soft, soothing colors, which made the space feel more expansive than it actually was. A large window allowed natural light to filter in during the day, revealing a charming cityscape view.

Adjacent to the living area was a compact kitchen, where Y/N could whip up her favorite meals. It featured modern appliances, sleek countertops, and a breakfast bar with a couple of stylish barstools.

Down a short corridor were the bedrooms. The bathroom, while not overly spacious, was functional and clean. It featured a standing shower, a sink with a mirrored cabinet, and a few shelves stocked with toiletries.

“There is no bathtub” Harry pointed out to her. “How are you going to bathe her?”

“Her?” Harry smiled and looked away. “I was hesitant to get it because of it. I guess I’ll figure it out when I get there.”

Overall, Y/N's apartment exuded a sense of coziness and personality. It was the kind of place where you could easily curl up with a good book or share a glass of wine with friends. While it lacked the grandeur of Harry's home, it was perfect for her—a space where she could express her individuality and create new memories, especially as she awaited the arrival of her child. Harry couldn't wait to see it fully furnished, knowing that it would only become more charming with each added piece.

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vanilla and lavender

summary: staying over at Harry’s for the first time

boyfriend!harry x y/n

a/n: I saw a tweet the other day that said Harry probably has a lavender diffuser to sleep with and like a super cozy sleep environment so I was inspired - creds to them !

“H?” you murmured, already tucked under the fluffy white duvet. His room was incredibly clean, the perfect temperature and quite possibly the most homey room you’d even been in.

After you’d just gotten tucked in, Harry had seemingly vanished. The space next to you was completely empty.

“Hang on,” he said cheerily, “just have t’do this”

You flipped yourself around, seeing his tall figure bent over the window sill, blue outside light creating his black shadow.

He was leaning over a small white orb-shaped thing. It looked like the top of a lamp, but clearly had something inside it.

“What’re you doing?” you asked, eyes nearly closed.

“You’ll see”

You groaned playfully, lying back again. You’d expected for your first time actually sleeping over and staying the full night he’d be all over getting to bed with you and cozying up. But here he was, tinkering with some thing on his window sill.

“And done!” he said, stepping over to the bed with you. A small stack of what looked like steam piped up from where he just was. It was a diffuser.

Then, lush lavender and vanilla swelled around the room.

The mattress dipped as Harry got in, wrapping his arms around your waist - fully encapsulating you in his frame.

“Is it nice?” he said softly, “the scents n’everything? tried to make it calming and that thing always helps me when m’anxious and stuff”

You smiled softly, “it’s perfect.”

He tightened his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“M’glad you’re here”

“Me too”

[purplekiwis]

MASTERLIST (@purplekiwis)

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Damaged Goods (Ongoing Series)

Summary: Enemies to Lovers;College AU

Harry and Y/N are too alike for their own good, and unfortunately both have a thing for saying things they don't really mean.

Series Masterlist

Damaged Goods Blurbs:

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (Blurb)

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Chain Reaction (One Shot)

Summary: 80s!Harry x 80s!OC

Tracy Turner's Valentine's Night couldn't have kicked off any worse... could it be that stumbling into a secret, private club after hours changed the fate of her night?

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Hands (Multi-Part Series)

Summary: Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N

You’ve got a new professor, and an obsession with his hands…

Series Masterpost

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Breaking the Ice (2 Part Series)

Summary: Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N

It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t helping much either.

Part 1

Part 2

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In The Witching Hours (3 Part Series)

Summary: Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU

An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there's a cute, shy wizard around...

Part 1

Part 2

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Cherry From The West (2 Part Series)

Summary: Cowboy!Harry x Saloongirl!OC; Wild West AU

The story of a hopelessly romantic saloon girl, her long lost lover and very, very stubborn horse.

Part 1

Part 2

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Tentmate (One Shot)

Summary: Friends With Benefits

Y/N has always hated camping... until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)

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I Did Something Bad (One Shot)

Summary: Demon!Harry x Demon!Y/N

Harry is a newly born demon who's still learning how to control his killer instincts.

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Poet!Harry Blurb Series

Summary: Poet!Harry x Bookstore!Y/N

Y/N owns a small bookstore and Harry is her chronically sleep-deprived poet lover.

The Poetry Class (Blurb)

Poet Harry being a menace in the kitchen (Blurb)

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CEO!Harry Blurb Series

Summary: CEO!Harry x Employee!Y/N

Y/N is new... and curvy, and Harry is a little too into it.

Part 1: CEO!Harry has a crush on his brand-new employee Y/N (Blurb)

Part 2: CEO!Harry still has a crush on his brand-new employee Y/N but now they're talking (Blurb)

Part 3: CEO!Harry is having some very serious bikini problems (Blurb)

Part 4: CEO!Harry and Y/N meet in the office's elevator (Blurb)

Part 5: CEO!Harry and Y/N bump into each other outside the office (Blurb)

Part 6: CEO!Harry throws an office party that ends in a very unexpected way (Blurb)

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Sub!Harry Blurb Series

Summary: Sub!Harry x SoftDom!Y/N

Harry and Y/N are cute, kinky and love each other an awful lot.

Series Masterlist

[rxtrovillans]

A-Z NSFW with Harry Styles

Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: smutty content

Author’s Note: My first post, hope you enjoy!!

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Very gentle and attends to your every need, He’ll constantly ask how you’re feeling after.

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes collarbones, or just anything along your chest

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

Harry Doesn’t have a problem with cumming inside you, I feel like he lowkey has a breeding kink. 

D: Dirty Secret

He likes watching you play his music, it makes him feel good. Considering your opinion on his music is very important to him. 

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very. 

F: Favorite Position

I feel like he likes the basics:  Doggy, Missionary yk, but sometimes when he’s really in the moments he might fuck you with your back against his chest while gripping your throat..

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’ll have a laugh here and there, but he’s more focused on your pleasure

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Neatly trimmed, but once in a while he’ll just leave it

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Very Intimate, when he’s fucking you he always make sure you’re always looking in his eyes, and while he’s eating you out he’ll hold your hands.

J: Jack Off (Masturbation head canon)

He does it every now and then, especially when he’s traveling and you’re not there. 

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

OBVIOUS pain kink, he likes it when you tug on his hair when he’s eating you out.

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom or kitchen counter (he watches a lot of romcoms)

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

He’s very jealous so anything where you’re letting people know you’re his. Either telling a guy whose flirting with you “I have a boyfriend” or just showing him off.

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play….

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

Have you heard Watermelon Sugar …

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually depends on his mood, if he’s frustrated with work or anything in general, it’s usually hard and fast. But Most of the time it’s at a moderate speed.

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

Everywhere. This man can’t get enough.

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

Might have sex once or twice in the studio nothing toooo public

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

3 to 4 rounds

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’d use a vibe on you once in a while

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

HE’S A HUGE TEASE, have you seen this man on tour recently…

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

A few grunts here and there and maybe a moan if you tug on his hair or something.

W: Wild Card (Random head canon)

This man loves eating Pussy… there i said it

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Hmm I feel like he’s a grower and a shower. Maybe 7-8 inches, and 2-3 inches wide…

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Whenever he can

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately

[younghearts-stories]

high noon: chapter eighteen

I love everything about you, those five words repeat themselves again. Five innocent words I'm sure Harry doesn't even realize the impact of. Or maybe he does. Or maybe he can't even see the slight panic on my face as he leans down to kiss me, just like I don't see his own attempt to hide his panicked eyes at the realization of what he's said because I've never been told that before, by anyone and it coming from his lips feels like the greatest compliment in the world.

Chapter 18, three's a crowd, is now up!

Read it here: tumblr | wattpad | catch up here (temporarily on wattpad because the chapters are all updated there)

[booksbygray]

If you’re looking for:

🎸Rockstar

🖤First time gay

🎸Dirty-talking drummer

🖤Hurt/ Comfort

🎸Mutual Obsession

🖤 Friends with benefits and hidden feelings

🎸Museum sex

🖤 A unforgettable and hot MM Romance

Then READ Pretty Obsessed!

http://mybook.to/PrettyBroken

[harrystylesficreccomendations]

do you know of any chef!harry fics? i love this au and would love to read other’s work about it.

this is the only one i found, if anyone has any others please let me know!

he does the cooking by @atlafan