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鈥ome by @daaydreamy
鈥ou learn to crochet by @theshyspy
鈥abitule by @finelinevogue
鈥he morning after聽by @finelinevogue (the whole love island series)
鈥he haircut聽by @avatar-anna
鈥 cinema聽by @foolforharrry
鈥rasil聽by @watermelonsugarcry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)
鈥arry accidentally posts a picture by @gucciwins
鈥his little love of mine聽by @p0pstars
鈥irthday聽by @avatar-anna
鈥eather pants聽by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)
鈥ipped pants聽by @harrysfolklore (bandmate!y/n masterlist)
鈥os angeles XIII聽by @stylessupremacy
鈥he first meeting聽by @harrysfolklore (babysitter!y/n masterlist)
鈥ed carpet聽by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)
鈥ew years, new family聽by @chaoticloving聽
鈥<3聽by @watermelonsugacry (the whole since 2010 masterlist)
鈥<3聽by @harrysfolklore (bandmate!y/n masterlist)
鈥edding planning gone wrong聽by @fetusharryluvr
鈥irst night sleeping over at boyfriend!harry鈥檚 house - headcannon by @harrysfolklore
鈥<3(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) by @gucciwins
鈥weet nothings聽by @pancakes4two
鈥ome for the holidays聽by @samaraannhan20
鈥he midnight game show聽by @finelinevogue
鈥<3聽by @avenging-fandoms
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鈥he clip聽by @chaoticloving聽
鈥est friend鈥檚 dad (part 1) (part 2) by @jarofstyles
鈥he con artist (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) by @gurugirl
鈥hy lover聽by @loversipod
鈥ou鈥檙e all i want聽by @goldenbuckyyy
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amazing writers that i recommend in general <3
@harrysfolklore
@gucciwins
@avatar-anna
@lovecanyon
@watermelonsugacry
@finelinevogue
@watchmegetobsessed
@erodasfishtacos
@moonchildstyles
@astranva
@gurugirl
@stylesloveclub
@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy
@shroombloomm
@haaarry
@jawllines
@adoredaylight
@satanhalsey
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summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate鈥檚 girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.
warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating
It all started with a late night in Boston.
Sitting on Harry鈥檚 hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.
You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harry鈥檚 hotel room鈥 only to find him in distress.
"It鈥檚 just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.
"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry I鈥檓 so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldn鈥檛 be here鈥 this close to him.
You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harry鈥檚 room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.
"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didn鈥檛 make any effort to move his hand away from yours.
Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harry鈥檚 mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.
"Use me."
Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you don鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that you鈥檙e going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.
The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harry鈥檚 head turnt up to keep eye contact He didn鈥檛 know what was happening but he wasn鈥檛 complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle that鈥檒l make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.
Harry鈥檚 eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated鈥 happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.
His smirk grew, "Do you know what you鈥檙e asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"
"Well, you鈥檙e going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I don鈥檛 like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess I鈥檒l have to, hmm?"
"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.
He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirt鈥檚 fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction鈥 not that he wasn鈥檛 happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Let鈥檚 get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.
You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harry鈥檚 assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didn鈥檛 even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God you鈥檙e perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.
Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harry鈥檚 hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.
Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that he鈥檚 between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I haven鈥檛 even fucked you yet and you鈥檙e already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldn鈥檛 stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.
"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.
"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didn鈥檛 hear you. "Harry-"
"I know what I鈥檓 doing, love."
Was all he said.
His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.
Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Ye鈥 hear me baby girl?"
"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.
"What I say?"
"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"
You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.
Harry鈥檚 tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesn鈥檛 let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didn鈥檛 care.
Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But ye鈥 can鈥檛 be too loud. Your boyfriend鈥檚 down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.
Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips must鈥檝e looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.
Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "I鈥檓 cumming, I鈥檓 going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.
"I got you baby. Cum f鈥檓e, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harry鈥檚 tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.
"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."
He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.
"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite side鈥檚 breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.
"Yes please. That鈥檚 exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I鈥檓 on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like they鈥檝e been built up for forever. Harry鈥檚 smirk grew as big as it can get. "鈥橫 gonna give ye鈥 what ye want, pretty. 鈥楥ause you deserve it, ye鈥?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl f鈥 me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.
Harry crawled back and off the bed. You鈥檇 never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.
He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.
The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.
Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.
He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on it鈥檚 sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.
Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasn鈥檛 dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "I鈥檓 going to fuck this cunt so bad. Can鈥檛 wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"
You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.
"Ready?"
You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isn鈥檛 even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.
Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.
"God baby. You鈥檙e so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.
"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"
You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. You鈥檙e so deep in me. Feels like you鈥檙e in my tummy," You moaned. Harry鈥檚 thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"
"Y-yea. Right there."
It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam can鈥檛 fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." You鈥檝e never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than it鈥檚 ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "I鈥檝e been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."
"I鈥檓 going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "I鈥檓 so so so close."
How were you going to walk the next morning?
Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was鈥 quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldn鈥檛 help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you can鈥檛 tend to him because you鈥檙e tending to Liam.
Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liam鈥檚 side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldn鈥檛 help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasn鈥檛 so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When you鈥檇 look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when he鈥檚 feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and you鈥檇 gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.
When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.
Harry Holy shit
Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??
Harry ???
Y/n Going in the shower now
Harry Facetime me please
Harry Y/n pick up your phone
Harry Y/n that fucking photo
Harry You鈥檙e fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now
Harry You鈥檙e so fucking thick and pretty baby god
Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.
Y/n Can鈥檛 FaceTime right now. He鈥檚 sleeping.
Y/n I would answer but YOU don鈥檛 know how to stay quiet
Harry I鈥檒l be quiet
Harry I promise
Harry Just answer baby please
You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.
Harry鈥檚 text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.
Harry Come to my room now, angel
Harry Come to me now
Harry Baby
Your personal favorite text is when he couldn鈥檛 control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.
Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I don鈥檛 want to wait all tonight.
Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot
Harry Didn鈥檛 get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.
Harry Your boobs look amazing.
You You were staring?馃え
Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby
Harry Just a quick fuck right now
Harry Come on.
Harry Let鈥檚 go
Harry where the fuck are you
Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.
"I鈥檓- I鈥檓 sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmate鈥檚 girlfriend definitely startled Harry, don鈥檛 get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know you鈥檙e not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.
Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Who鈥檇 you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out f鈥檓e? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"
"Y-y-yeah. I鈥檓 your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a 鈥榗ome hither鈥 motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harry鈥檚 fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things you鈥檝e never felt before when sexually active, and you couldn鈥檛 be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.
"God you鈥檙e clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didn鈥檛 split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasn鈥檛 enough, hmm?"
"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I can鈥檛 fuck you right here baby. But god don鈥檛 you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.
Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.
It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it should鈥檝e.
Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???
Harry Yes
Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harry鈥檚 hotel room door. "Have ye鈥 seen Y/n? I can鈥檛 find ha鈥" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.
"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Y鈥檃ll got into it, huh?"
"Ye鈥 I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotel鈥檚 floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.
Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days you鈥檇 silence his text completely.
Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now
You you鈥檙e unmuted
Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20
You Sure
Harry Wasn鈥檛 a question.
Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.
Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.
Harry I need to see you right now
Harry Quickie??????????
You A very very quick one
Harry Thanks love
You Harry. I鈥檓 not playing. Quick!
Was not quick.
At one point you and Liam鈥檚 relationship wasn鈥檛 going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.
You got out of Harry鈥檚 bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bed鈥檚 headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You know鈥" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.
Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didn鈥檛 know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know we鈥檙e just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I don鈥檛 like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.
"I-Well- You don鈥檛 have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harry鈥檚 voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.
"Not for you. Don鈥檛 get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like it鈥檚 bound to happen. So don鈥檛 worry, you鈥檇 get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, you鈥檙e just perfect, aren鈥檛 you?"
After that morning, Harry couldn鈥檛 get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasn鈥檛 the plan. He wouldn鈥檛 say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.
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MANCHESTER NIGHT TWO
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As stated before, like clockwork, a couple dates into tour - Harry gets crabby beyond belief.
It鈥檚 been happening since the Up All Night Tour.
Give it just a few shows until his body starts to catch up and then he has to get back into the routine which takes some adjustment.
He鈥檚 also hasn鈥檛 had a stage this big for his tour since One Direction days and now he has a whole stadium to prance around in.
Tour means drastically less sleep, a thousand more pounds of pressure on his shoulders each day, extreme amounts of exhaustion from his actual show, and less time for anything but performing.
Harry has always managed to juggle all these things pretty well except for his sporadic bouts of crabbiness and just overall poor mood.
YN had been used to those for every tour, just waiting for the day to hit, sometimes it was the second tour day and then other times it was the seventh.
It turns out to be his fourth, if you鈥檙e including his set at the summer ball in wembley stadium.
Last night, Harry had been so utterly drained from his performance in his hometown that they hadn鈥檛 done anything but go to sleep after the show with very little spoken because he was still so overstimulated from everything that day.
YN is up earlier than him which is unusual, he definitely wasn鈥檛 fancying a workout after that show last night, he deserved a lay in.
They were staying with Anne, not the same home Harry grew up in but still warm and cozy - with many touches of mum that she knew he missed.
Anne is out to breakfast with a group of her friends, the house is quiet as YN fixes herself a cup of chai tea and sits on a chaise that over looks the well maintained garden.
Nearly an hour later, YN hears slow, heavy footsteps from behind her then a graveling grumbling, 鈥淢orning.鈥
YN already knew, just by the greeting that today was the day but she always had hope that she was wrong though she rarely ever is.
When she turns to look over her shoulder, she sees her husband in just his briefs, hair going every which way, and his face is still puffy from sleep - he looked adorable.
鈥淐ome have a cuddle,鈥 YN offers, patting the spot next to her, normally, he would have curled right in next to her and they would have stayed there for a long while.
Harry鈥檚 face twists up before he鈥檚 shaking his head, 鈥淒on鈥檛 want a cuddle, I want a coffee. My mum doesn鈥檛 have the bloody oat creamer I need. Now I鈥檓 shit out of luck, I guess.鈥
YN wants to roll her eyes at him because the pout on his face is absolutely ridiculous and the way his shoulders are tensed up is dramatic.
鈥淲ell, we can go to the market and get some,鈥 YN suggests the obvious option even though she really didn鈥檛 want to go through Harry being noticed out in public.
There wasn鈥檛 much time before Harry would have to be at the stadium which is still about forty-five minutes away from his mum鈥檚 house.
鈥淔ine,鈥 Harry huffs out before turning on his heel to go get dressed, feet still heavy and irritated as they drag against the hardwood floors.
YN knew by now not to personalize it, not to get her feelings hurt because that only made it worse - she tried to avoid any type of confrontation on these days because feeding into the negativity is what he wants - wants others to be in a foul mood like he is.
He returns back downstairs in a low-key outfit of a hoodie, running shorts, and tennis shoes with a beanie and sunglasses - people knew he was in the area, they were going to be on the lookout for him.
YN was already dressed in a pleasing hoodie and leggings, pulling her own hood up and slipping on a pair of sunglasses as well.
Harry鈥檚 quiet during the ride into town, his hand on her thigh but he doesn鈥檛 say anything and she doesn鈥檛 push him - he can get so overwhelmed and overstimulated that it can take a whole day for him to reset.
They鈥檙e in the small market, in the dairy aisle, and find a similar enough container of oat creamer that he can use for his coffee.
鈥淒o you think I have enough time for a nap-鈥 Harry begins to ask quietly as they walk out of the shop after checking out but is cut off by screams.
鈥淔uckin鈥 hell,鈥 Harry mutters under his breath as he noticed a large flock of fans that had formed outside while they were shopping.
Harry doesn鈥檛 stop for any pictures, tries his best to acknowledge the fans without stopping to greet them because he just doesn鈥檛 have the energy for it.
Despite his grumpiness, he鈥檚 always a good husband, pulling YN close to his side as he begins to try to nicely push his way through the group of screaming fans.
鈥淏loody eight in the morning,鈥 Harry hisses in irritation as they get jostled around by the mass of pushing bodies.
YN feels a sharp pain shoot through her Achilles when someone accidentally steps on the back of her heel with their heavy combat boot.
鈥淥w! Harry,鈥 YN gasps in surprise as she pauses where she鈥檚 standing and squeezing her eyes shut as she tries not to panic - it can get overwhelming so fast.
鈥淲hat is it? What鈥檚 wrong?鈥 Harry asks urgently in concern, eyes hardening when he sees the back of her foot bleeding from a scrape - it wasn鈥檛 serious but it was preventable and looked like it hurt like hell.
Harry manages to keep a level head but his voice is loud and booming, 鈥淓veryone needs to step back. You just made my wife bleed. Give her space for Christ鈥檚 sake!鈥
He鈥檚 not yelling but it鈥檚 firm enough that everyone takes a step back with surprised eyes at his tone that he rarely ever used with the public.
Harry wraps his arm tightly around YN鈥檚 shoulder as he hustles them towards the car, quick as he whips open her door and helps her in - blood pooling in her sandal as it drips.
When he revs up the engine of his Range Rover, the crowd steps back a bit to give him space to peel out of the car park, he鈥檚 shaking his head angrily as he goes well over double the speed limit.
He鈥檚 quiet again, getting a good bit of distance between them and the market before he鈥檚 pulling over at a small empty playground and shoving it into park before he鈥檚 out of the car once again.
Harry is opening her door and gently reaching for her ankle, brows furrowed and an angry grimace on his face that highlight the dark circles under his eyes.
鈥淲hat happened?鈥 He asks as he examines the cut with careful movements, thumb caressing her ankle bone.
鈥淪omeone was too close behind me, stepped on my heel with their boot,鈥 YN yelps when he prods at the sensitive skin around the wound and tries to yank her foot away but he grips it firmly.
鈥淪orry,鈥 Harry apologizes roughly as he steps away to open to boot of the car - scrounging around until he comes back with a water bottle and one of his clean tee shirts from the cleaners which he picked up yesterday, 鈥淭his might sting a bit.鈥
YN鈥檚 hand grips the handle on the door and squeezing when he begins to pour water over the cut and wipe the dirt from the shoe away with his shirt.
It wasn鈥檛 the end of the world but it sure as hurt.
Harry then rips the shirt, without a care that it was an expensive cotton tee from Alessandro himself, and wraps it around her ankle in a makeshift wrap.
YN leans forward after he鈥檚 done, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him softly despite how stiff he is, he kisses back.
鈥淭hank you, best husband,鈥 She murmurs against his lips but he actually scoffs and takes a step back, a stormy expression still on his face.
鈥淵eah, really the best husband,鈥 He frowns, pouring the water over his dirty hands before drying them with a scrap of the shirt, 鈥淚f I was a good husband, you wouldn鈥檛 have gotten hurt or put in the position in the first place.鈥
His words were sharp, disappointed in himself as he shuts her door and gets back in the driver鈥檚 seat, grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles are white.
By the time they get home, YN is frustrated that Harry doesn鈥檛 have enough time to lay back down for a nap because sleep exhaustion was not fun.
She really really didn鈥檛 want him going out on stage when he was this tired, he always felt frustrated with his performance afterwards which just made everything spiral.
Harry isn鈥檛 under the same impression because when they get home, YN is busy cleaning up her foot and telling Anne what happened.
He disappears upstairs, YN assumes to get his items together to take to the stadium but she gets distracted with Anne and the cats.
It isn鈥檛 until the shiny black SUV pulls in to chauffeur them that YN realizes that she hasn鈥檛 seen Harry in about half an hour.
When she trails up to the bedroom they鈥檙e staying in, she sees him fast asleep ontop of the covers, he hadn鈥檛 even taken his tennis shoes off he was that deprived of sleep.
YN felt awful when she had to sit next to him on the bed and gently rub her hand over his chest, whispering, 鈥淗, need you to get up.鈥
It reminded her of his One Direction days.
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They were so overworked.
All the boys ran in less than five hours of sleep and were expected to work every moment they were awake.
From recording to interviews to having cameras for documentaries shoved in their faces every other minute - they were constantly spread thin.
They were tucked away in a tiny tour bunk on top, the curtains drawn and they were both fast asleep with Harry鈥檚 nose buried in her neck.
After concerts lately, the team had been making the boys stay up even later to record for their next album - no care for how much they just wanted to go to sleep.
When Harry would finally crawl into the bunk, after a concert and then two hours of studio time, it would be two in the morning.
He would be asleep in a minute flat, YN could barely get a goodnight or I love you in before he was nuzzling into her and snoring.
It was like that tonight, they had just performed in Paris and it was an unusually hot night on stage - the heat had Harry鈥檚 hair matted to his neck where it fell out of his bun.
The heat always made it harder on their bodies to perform, running around that massive stage, and on a running timer of little sleep.
When Harry had ran off stage after the finale of Best Song Ever, he鈥檚 grabbing YN鈥檚 hand and rasping, 鈥淛ust want to shower with you and sleep for days. C鈥檓on before they try to grab me to record.鈥
They find him, however, before he can get onto the tour bus, and demand that he come record the chorus for Fireproof.
鈥淛ust want a shower and to sleep. Is it that much to ask for?鈥 Harry grumbles unhappily before giving YN a kiss and pat to her bum, 鈥淚鈥檒l miss you. I鈥檒l try not to wake you when I get in.鈥
He always did. But it was okay.
It was nearly three hours later when Harry is crawling up the ladder and pushing the curtain back so he can slide into the bunk next to her before pulling the fabric back in place.
He smelled good of his normal eucalyptus body wash and mint shampoo, he was still a little damp like he didn鈥檛 want to towel off, and he was just in his briefs as he nestled in next to her.
鈥淢mm,鈥 YN hums drowsily, acknowledging him as she wiggles back into him and sighing happily when he wraps his arm around her and kisses the nape of her neck.
鈥淪orry for waking you,鈥 Harry whispers sleepily, planting a few more kisses along her neck and shoulders.
鈥淲hat time is it?鈥 She mumbles half- asleep still as she helps him pull the blankets over his body too.
鈥淎bout four in the morning,鈥 He tells her before being interrupted with a yawn as he begins it鈥檚 his head on the same pillow as her.
YN vaguely remembers huffing out that it was too late and that he needed sleep but by the time those syrupy words rolled off her tongue, Harry was already dead to the world.
Not much time could have passed before fluorescent light is infiltrating their little nest and a deep voice is announcing, 鈥淭ime to get up.鈥
YN squints the light away, grabbing blindly at her phone to check the time.
鈥淚t鈥檚 six on the morning, Paul. Harry just got into bed at four,鈥 She tells him through a groan, her boyfriend hadn鈥檛 even stirred yet.
鈥淒on鈥檛 know what to tell you. They have a jammed packed day, no wiggle room. Harry, wake up,鈥 Paul鈥檚 voice is louder this time before he鈥檚 pulling open the curtains to everyone else鈥檚 bunks.
YN knows Harry鈥檚 awake when he inhales sharply before taking a lazy, long breath out - lips smacking together against the skin of her neck.
She brings her hand to card through his long lock, nearly to his shoulders. They鈥檙e fluffy and soft from his shower the night before.
鈥淚鈥檓 so tired,鈥 Harry mumbles sleepily, eyes still shut as he nuzzles further into her body, 鈥淚 feel like m鈥檊onna die if I keep running on two hours of sleep every night.鈥
鈥淚 hate seeing you this exhausted,鈥 YN replies sadly, massaging his scalp for a moment longer before Paul鈥檚 making his rounds to make sure they鈥檙e out of bed.
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Harry still looked like that same sleepy boy right now as he sniffles and digs his face further into the pillow in resistance.
鈥淗, the car鈥檚 here already,鈥 YN tells him, letting her hand drift down the warm muscle of his tattooed bicep and forearm.
His eyes blink open harshly, pausing to process for a moment before he鈥檚 grunting, 鈥淲hy didn鈥檛 you wake me up sooner? Only been asleep for a minute and now we have to go. Bloody ridiculous.鈥
YN rolls her eyes as he pushes himself off the bed with a irate grumble, he begins shoving stuff in his tote bag, and cursing to himself.
She knows by now not to take it personal, to not argue because it only makes things worse. Sometimes that鈥檚 easier said than done but not when it comes to little things like this.
When YN goes to hike her own duffle over her shoulder, Harry hip bumps her, and lugs it over his own - like she said, even when he鈥檚 grumpy he鈥檚 an amazing husband.
鈥淪ee you at the stadium in a few hours,鈥 YN tells Anne, giving her a kiss on the cheek and allowing her to wrap her in a motherly hug
鈥淏ye mum,鈥 Harry says bluntly, giving her a wave before he鈥檚 stepping up into the car and shutting the door.
Anne looks at YN with a confused expression, taken aback by the curt behavior of her son.
YN waves her hand dismissively, 鈥淚t鈥檚 not you. I think today鈥檚 his adjustment day.鈥
That鈥檚 what they all referred to it as.
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鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 definitely his adjustment day,鈥 YN scoffs in agitation as she slams shut the dressing room door and heads out to where the rest of the band is hanging out, 鈥淒ate six this time.鈥
The boys chuckle because they know exactly what she鈥檚 talking about by their third tour, he鈥檚 just like clockwork.
A few minutes later, Harry admerges in his tight black skinny jeans, loose button-up, and a headscarf holding his curls back.
鈥淲here鈥檚 YN?鈥 He demands when he doesn鈥檛 see her anywhere in the vicinity.
鈥淢aybe you shouldn鈥檛 have been a douche at soundcheck and we鈥檇 tell you,鈥 Louis shrugs, not bothering to look up from the video game he's playing with Zayn.
鈥淵ou can go fuck yourself,鈥 Harry snaps instantly, jaw clenching as he storms past his bandmates who just ignore him anyways.
He was normally the kindest, least problematic out of all of them so they鈥檇 let his bad days slide more easily than with each other.
YN is currently pouring herself a glass of fresh squeezed mango juice from the Kraft service table when Harry finds her.
鈥淵ou know I love you,鈥 Harry murmurs quietly as he steps behind her, she can feel him pressing up against her.
鈥淚 would hope so,鈥 She replies with a chuckle, taking a sip before saying, 鈥淚f not, we just wasted quite a few years.鈥
鈥淎re you mad at me?鈥 He pushes, ignoring the dirty look she gives him when he takes the cup out of her hand and swigs down the juice she鈥檇 just poured - he reaches around her to refill it.
鈥淣o,鈥 YN sighs as she takes the glass back, leaning back into him, 鈥淛ust hated days when you鈥檙e like this. It鈥檚 hard for me to watch. You just get worn so thin and get so mentally tired that it makes me sad to see you get pushed so much.鈥
鈥淚t鈥檒l get better, in a few years, when I鈥檓 on my own,鈥 Harry promises as he leans in to kiss her temple, hands squeezing her hips, 鈥淚f I ever get the chance to do a solo tour.鈥
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Oh, would he.
A sold out stadium tour to be exact.
And he wasn鈥檛 lying, when he went solo things did get a lot better.
He wasn鈥檛 spread as thin as ice constantly, everyday of the year but maybe now half the year - only when he鈥檚 touring or promoting but he definitely had a bit more down time for self-care.
It was the back-to-back concerts, like Glasgow, Capital Ball, Manchester night one, and now night two before Wembley, she was so proud she could burst at the seams.
Harry had been just a moody during soundcheck, a frown etching his lips downward as he kept an annoyed expression on his face.
鈥淪鈥檛oo loud.鈥
鈥淚 say it鈥檚 too loud so you turn the volume up?鈥
鈥淥kay. Why is it suddenly becoming difficult to get this right? We鈥檝e done it a million times before.鈥
Fans idealized who Harry is as a person.
That鈥檚 not saying that he isn鈥檛 wonderful and kind but he is human, this is the side YN gets too which is part of being in a marriage - the good and the bad.
People blog about how perfect their relationship must be, how Harry must bring her flowers in bed everyday, and never get cross with her.
Harry Styles the brand isn鈥檛 the same as Harry Styles the person.
Most people get the brand, very few get the person.
YN feels bad as she watches the audio techs scramble to make it right, bickering between each other as they fumble with the buttons and switches.
The soundcheck was already running too close to showtime which YN knows has Harry on edge, the fans will be let in almost as soon as they鈥檙e done - he鈥檒l have to start getting ready.
鈥淗ey!鈥 YN squeaks, giggling quietly as she looks around the hallway, 鈥淗arry, you don鈥檛 have much time before you have to go on stage!鈥
鈥淪hush up and let me kiss you before the boys find us,鈥 Harry leans in, connecting their lips as he鈥檚 pushing her back against the wall.
鈥淥i! Styles, get your arse to the stage! What did I tell you about distracting him?鈥 Preston barks at them as he鈥檚 trying to taper down a smile by putting his hands on hips like he means business.
Harry grumbles as he gives her one more kiss before bumping their noses together, 鈥淲ant to go get pizza after the show?鈥
鈥淚sn鈥檛 as easy as before. Now you need security and approval,鈥 YN murmurs but there鈥檚 no heat behind the words, 鈥淚鈥檇 love to get pizza later.鈥
She reaches up to adjust his bandana, he looks like a frat boy with his golden dark tan, black cut-off tank, and ripped skinny jeans.
鈥淪tyles! I mean it! Now!鈥
鈥淏loody hell! M鈥檆oming!鈥 Harry shouts back before flipping him the bird.
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Harry picks a fight with Harry Lambert about his outfit, complaining about nothing and refusing any replacement item.
Everyone already knows he鈥檚 going to wear what was originally planned but he has to complain that the zipper was too flimsy or the shirt didn鈥檛 mesh with the shoes.
He didn鈥檛 want the three other shirt options and so he goes back to the original but debates over his shoes for nearly twenty minutes.
Lambert looks like he wants to strangle him by the time it鈥檚 over.
Usually, Harry would slip into his clothes with any issue as they planned these outfits in advance and Harry had specifically approved every single one.
YN isn鈥檛 in the room when Jeff chews Harry out about how he acted today at the grocery store, how he should have stopped and taken pictures, and signed autographs.
She misses that Harry had just told his best friend and manager to fuck off and leave him alone, to not come near him at all, and mind his own business.
YN had been sat with Anthony Pham as he clicked through pictures from the night before on his laptop, he landed on an action shot of Harry jumping up the few stairs when he was going crazy during 鈥楽atellite鈥.
She had meant to warn Harry to be careful about doing that and he had just happened to be storming out of his dressing room when she looks up.
鈥淗, baby,鈥 YN calls, unsure of where he was heading but he stops in his tracks and meets her gaze with a tight jaw.
鈥淲hat?鈥 Flat. Blunt.
鈥淎nthony was just showing me some pictures from last night. Please be careful when you jump those stairs. It might drizzle and if you slip, you鈥檙e really going to get hurt,鈥 YN tells him softly, it wasn鈥檛 pestering or nagging - it was because she cared and thought she鈥檇 remind him.
His face pinches up even more as he listens before he鈥檚 booming out, 鈥淚鈥檓 not a fucking baby. I don鈥檛 need to be told that. S鈥檓y show and I鈥檒l do what I want.鈥
YN takes a deep breath, steadying herself so that she doesn鈥檛 match his negative energy but inside, she鈥檚 absolutely livid with him.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e right, Harry. It is all your show, popstar. You do what you want,鈥 YN scoffs as the angry rising up in her chest before she鈥檚 giving Anthony a pat on the shoulder before she鈥檚 walking away the from the situation.
Popstar.
When YN used it, it was an insult. It was to highlight how spoiled or egocentric he was being. Every time she says it in that context, it triggers him.
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鈥淚 don鈥檛 want to go out tonight. I鈥檓 saying no and it鈥檚 final,鈥 Harry huffs firmly, sitting on the couch in their first London flat.
鈥淵ou promised me last week that you would come with us, H. Everyone鈥檚 expecting you and I want you to come as well,鈥 YN bites back as she stands at their kitchen counter.
鈥淣o. It was leaked that I was back in London. Everyone knows I鈥檓 here. I鈥檓 not going out to just be bombarded with fans and paparazzi tonight. I鈥檓 not doing it after a three week long press tour for This Is Us.鈥
鈥淔ine,鈥 YN mutters, slamming her cup down a little harsher than necessary, 鈥淚t鈥檚 much more important than what I want. Right, popstar?鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 not what I said! You bloody know that I hate when you call me that!鈥 Harry raises his voice, running a hand through his curls.
鈥淭hen stop acting like a spoiled little popstar!鈥 YN retorts hotly, she logically knew she was the one being a little over dramatic - she just had not liked his tone.
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His face instantly turns into a deeper scowl when he hears it, his teeth gritting together as he stares intently at her back before following after her.
鈥淒on鈥檛 walk away from me,鈥 Harry demands lowly as he takes strides behind her, 鈥淢鈥檔ot being a popstar, I just don鈥檛 need mothered.鈥
YN spins on her heel, crossing her arms, 鈥淚鈥檝e been plenty plenty patient with you today. My patience has run out. You need to adjust your attitude or you can sleep on the couch tonight.鈥
鈥淩ather that anyways,鈥 Harry hisses brattily, kissing the back of his teeth - YN can see straight through the rough guy act.
Anyone else would be intimidated by his broad shoulders, stoney glare, and clenched jaw but not her, not one bit, she doesn鈥檛 back down.
鈥淒on鈥檛 come crying to me when you hurt yourself on stage,鈥 She shrugs casually before shaking her head in disbelief at his overall attitude today.
鈥淲ouldn鈥檛 dream of it,鈥 Harry rumbles back before he鈥檚 storming off, back towards his dressing room before he鈥檚 swinging open the door and slamming it shut.
YN has to chuckle because even on his worst days, like today, he鈥檚 just a little brat but never gets to the point where YN feels anything but a mixture of annoyance and fondness.
YN inhales deeply to let the annoyance flow out of her body as she walks towards Harry Lambert to get her outfit for the show.
It was a simple light washed gucci jumpsuit, the denim was the same color as the denim that made up Harry鈥檚 overalls. ***
(imagine them in the same color denim as Harry鈥檚)
YN was planning on a cute pair of mule heels but with the cut on the back of her ankle, she figured she better go for something more comfortable.
She decided to just keep on her slides, she was going to stay off to the side of the stage tonight - about halfway through the show Anne and everyone else would join her.
It鈥檚 nearing showtime when YN realizes she hasn鈥檛 seen Harry in a hot minute as she sees Jeff storming down the hallway - near red in the face.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 going on?鈥 YN questions with concern as she sees Harry jogging down the long corridor towards the stage.
鈥淗e fell asleep and now he鈥檚 pissed that he only has five minutes until showtime,鈥 His manager huffs before he鈥檚 mumbling an update on his walkie.
鈥淢aybe if somebody fuckin鈥 woke me up!鈥 Harry complains boisterously as he鈥檚 tucking his ear pieces into and hustling towards the stage where he now has less than a minute until showtime.
He鈥檚 too distracted by being rushed to the stage by the crew for YN to wish him luck or anything like that but YN finds a storage box to sit on - on side stage.
She can feel the camera flashes not only on Harry but on her as well, it was always awkward to remember that people would film her watching Harry and post it as well.
The show is going fine, Harry seems to be a little more subdued than the night before but overall he always manages to put on a great performance and his fans won鈥檛 be able to tell.
Towards the end of the show, a light drizzle begins to fall and coat the stage - making it slippery and what YN had warned against.
As Harry is going crazy during Satellite, he starts jogging backwards down the long catwalk before turning quickly to jump up onto the platform - skipping the three steps.
YN鈥檚 heart drops when she sees his face twist into grimace before he鈥檚 covering his expression with a forced smile again.
He hadn鈥檛 tripped or tumbled over but he most definitely had landed funny on his ankle, just like YN had 鈥榤othered鈥 him about.
It must be bothering him because he does not jump around nor does he run for the rest of the show, babying that foot.
YN鈥檚 first reaction is to be furious with him, she told him this would happen and he was in such a poor mood that he got angry instead and ended up hurting himself.
She wants to scream 鈥業 told you so鈥 as soon as he steps off the stage but she not going to make the situation even worse than it already was.
After the show, all of their friends and family who attended were supposed to go out to eat at a restaurant Jeff had paid out to have for the night.
However when Harry jogs off stage gingerly before slowing to a slow walk as soon as he鈥檚 out of the eye line of fans.
YN is waiting for him like always, feels a bit of warmness when he comes to her, dipping down to kiss her before pulling back and murmuring, 鈥淵ou look gorgeous.鈥
鈥淭hanks,鈥 YN murmurs, thumbing a stray curl off his damp forehead, 鈥淵ou going to go shower before we head out to The River鈥 Edge?鈥
Harry鈥檚 face turns stormy for the hundredth time of the day, he shakes his head adamantly as he straightens back up, 鈥淣o, m鈥檔ot going. I just want to go back home.鈥
YN already knows why but still prompts, 鈥淲hy?鈥
鈥淲hy? Because I just bloody did a show for nearly eighty thousand people and I want to relax, not entertain fifty more,鈥 Harry huffs like it鈥檚 obvious, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip.
She鈥檚 actually relieved that he doesn鈥檛 want to go because she know his attitude wouldn鈥檛 have been any better there and this miserable day would have just dragged on.
YN鈥檚 heel was still hurting, the skin tender and sore, and she didn鈥檛 feel like walking anymore tonight either but the only thing she was worried about was Jeff.
He wasn鈥檛 going to be happy that Harry wasn鈥檛 attending his own party.
鈥淕o get out of your stage clothes and I鈥檒l go tell Jeff that we鈥檙e going to head home,鈥 YN reaches up and rubs at his shoulder before turning to find his manager.
鈥淥kay,鈥 Harry grumbles before stalking off towards his dressing room, it was amazing what a mask he could put on when he has to for his job.
When YN finds Jeff and pulls him aside, he鈥檚 just as livid as expected and his patience is minimal based on his argument with Harry earlier.
鈥淲hy can鈥檛 anyone fucking listen to me?鈥 Jeff shouts in frustration, he seems to have already had a few drinks in his system.
鈥淐an you not control your husband for a fucking minute?鈥
鈥淲e鈥檝e had this planned for months! There鈥檚 no reason to cancel.鈥
As Jeff continues to rant, YN is speechless as she鈥檚 being screamed at for something she didn鈥檛 even do but she was guilty by association because Harry was her husband.
However, Jeff becomes eerily silent suddenly as YN feels familiar hands grip her hips and pull her back into the strong, muscular chest of her husband.
鈥淚 know for a fact, you weren鈥檛 just raising your voice at my wife,鈥 Harry states in an unsettlingly calm tone as he moves to step in front of her.
Jeff looks guilty as he glances between the couple.
Then Harry鈥檚 voice raises in volume, startling YN with the deep bravado that rumbles from deep within his chest, 鈥淚 said I know you鈥檙e not raising your voice at my wife. Who the fuck do you think you are?鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 Jeff relents with a sigh, raising his hands in surrender, 鈥淚 just am frustrated that the party -鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛 need to hear your excuses,鈥 Harry cuts in, moving his hand to intertwine with YN鈥檚 as he begins to pull her away, 鈥淒on鈥檛 let me catch you talking to her like that ever again or there will be major, major problems. Understand?鈥
Jeff nods, embarrassed by everyone around them staring at the spectacle as Harry directs YN down the hall towards the exit of the stadium where there鈥檚 a car waiting.
They don鈥檛 speak during the walk, Harry stills spun tight and his shoulders are tensed up as he ignores all the crew ogling him with excitement and amazement.
In the SUV, Harry kicks off his sneakers which he typically doesn鈥檛 do so YN takes that as another sign that his ankle is bothering him.
Harry is the biggest baby when he鈥檚 hurt usually.
He wants to be cuddled, soothed, and wants YN鈥檚 full attention at all times (which isn鈥檛 very different from everyday for them).
But he鈥檚 stubborn and grumpy as all get out.
He goes easily when YN wraps her hand gently around his neck and directs him until he鈥檚 laying across the backseat with her nails scratching at his scalp as he blinks heavily, trying to stay awake.
The ride鈥檚 not even an hour but Harry drifts off after only a few minutes after the car pulls out of the stadium lot.
He鈥檚 groggy as YN unlocks the front door to Anne鈥檚 house and leads him up the stairs where he disappears into the bathroom to shower.
YN disappears downstairs to scrounge through the freezer until she鈥檚 grabbing a solid bag of frozen peas and pouring herself a glass of water, as well as one for him with a few pain reliever pills.
When she enters back into their room, she changes out of her denim outfit and into a cute pajama set because she didn鈥檛 want to sleep in her underwear at her mother-in-law's house. ***
Harry comes out soon after, not one for long showers when he鈥檚 sleepy and has just a tight pair of briefs on as he rubs his eyes. ***
鈥淐鈥檓ere,鈥 YN pats the space next to her on the bed then grabs the cold bag of vegetables.
鈥淲hat are those for?鈥 Harry grumps as he subtly limps to the bed and plops down heavily right up against her.
鈥淔or the ankle you hurt on stage,鈥 YN raises her eyebrow at him before nodding down to where it鈥檚 swollen and bruising.
鈥淚 didn鈥檛,鈥 He argues instantly, defensive with his hackles up and knitted brows, 鈥淒on鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e talking about. You鈥檙e imagining shit.鈥
鈥淢mm, must be,鈥 YN replies nonchalantly, tossing the bag back onto the bedside table and acting like she鈥檚 wriggling down to get ready for bed - refusing to give into his antics.
Harry grunts and grumbles for a few minutes, turning and squirming because he does want YN to baby him and he鈥檚 fighting against himself.
YN is faced away from him, trying to taper down her smile when he finally relents after a painful day of attitude, 鈥淲ant you to ice my ankle, baby.鈥
She flips to her other side before sitting back up, biting the inside of her cheek and shaking her head fondly, she loved her overly worked, exhausted husband so fucking much.
鈥淵eah?鈥 YN hums softly, welcoming Harry when he leans over and nuzzles into her throat, 鈥淩eady to let me take care of you?鈥
鈥淢鈥檚orry,鈥 Harry whispers against her skin, lips brushing against her pulse point, 鈥淚 never get better at dealing with my adjustments to tour.鈥
鈥淏een like this since you鈥檝e been sixteen,鈥 YN tells him as she directs Harry to move until his foot is in her lap and she鈥檚 wrapping a dish towel around the bag and pressing it to his ankle.
鈥淭hink I just landed funny, hopefully it will feel better in the morning,鈥 Harry frowns, hissing at the cold touch before relaxing against it.
鈥淗opefully,鈥 YN repeats as she keeps it pressed there, her thumb rubbing at his skin in soothing circles to calm him.
Harry pauses for a moment before acknowledging, 鈥淵ou were right, shouldn鈥檛 have been jumping 鈥榬ound like that when it was wet. Will you forgive me for acting like a prat today?鈥
鈥淚 forgive you every time,鈥 YN giggles with a shake of her head, 鈥淚f I didn鈥檛, I wouldn鈥檛 have let you put a ring on it.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檙e twenty eight now. Don鈥檛 regret letting me wife you up at nineteen?鈥 Harry鈥檚 voice has taken a deeper rasp, he鈥檚 totally using his sex voice right now because despite how tired or injured he is - he will still try to get it in.
鈥淣ever for a moment. Got to marry the famous Harry Styles, breaking new records with every album, fat bank account. It鈥檚 working out alright,鈥 YN teases coyly, goosebumps decorating her skin as Harry鈥檚 gaze gets more directed and intense.
鈥淵eah? Just married me for my money and fame?鈥 Harry rumbles, leaning down to toss the bag of peas on the floor.
鈥淎nd your big cock,鈥 She smirks as her eyes drop to where he鈥檚 noticeably hardening and filling out the thin fabric, pushing against it to make more room.
鈥淎lways been a fan of that, hm? Never complain, exact opposite actually. Constantly begging for, for me to fill you up just right,鈥 Harry鈥檚 fully turning himself on at this point as he grips the bottom of her sleep shirt.
She smacks his hands off, 鈥淭hink you can act like an utter brat all day and still get the goods?鈥
鈥淪aid M鈥檚orry,鈥 Harry bites back, persistent as he reaches out again and YN lets him pull it over her head, her bare chest revealed, 鈥淧lus, s鈥檡our wifely duty. Be a nice little thing and let me 鈥榓ve you.鈥
Those words shouldn鈥檛 make her as wet as they do.
鈥淪hould make you just make me come and not let you,鈥 YN gasps as he ducks down, puffy lips wrapping around her nipple and pulling it into his mouth.
He pulls back for a moment, a cocky smirk on his face as he says, 鈥淲e both know m鈥檆oming tonight. Let it drip out of you.鈥
鈥淗,鈥 YN whines at his filthy words as he bits at her nipples as he鈥檚 shimmying her shorts and panties off her hips in one fluid motion.
It鈥檚 not how she saw their night ending but she definitely wasn鈥檛 complaining.
There鈥檚 not any preamble because even though he鈥檚 horny, he鈥檚 tired, and doesn鈥檛 have the energy to go at it for hours.
He slips in with no resistance, moaning loudly into her mouth as he begins a steady, harsh rhythm that hits her spot every odd stroke and his thumb is tight on her clit to make sure she falls off the edge with him.
It鈥檚 only mere minutes after they finish that Harry is snoring softly into her neck, while body wrapped around hers - thigh swung over her legs, arm across her tummy.
It鈥檚 something that never gets old to her.
There鈥檚 millions and millions of people who adore Harry, they want in every way imagineable, they make it known by coming to his concerts in swarms.
People have been obsessed with him since he was sixteen.
But despite all that, Harry never changes.锟
He craves attention but he needs it the most from his wife. He lives for being able to snuggle and hang all over her at all times. He needs her to be there to take care of him and tell him he鈥檚 doing a good job
He鈥檒l always just be Harry to her.
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"Still feeling small, huh?" Harry held his girl by her hips as he sat back the black leather, with her straddling him.
Y/n tucked her head into his neck letting his breath tickle his skin. "Ma' head is still feeling fuzzy, Daddy." She muttered.
Harry had to be on stage soon. He couldn鈥檛 leave her in such a vulnerable space, he had to get her back.
Harry hummed in her ear in response rubbing one of his large hands up and down her back.
A knock on the door startled both of them. Three knocks were like rocks of stone being thrown at the door to her. She whimpered at the sudden taps on the door. The loud noise making her hide in his neck.
"Harry!"
Harry didn鈥檛 respond to the person knocking, assuming they ran around.
He sighed, "Baby." He called gently. She gave him a sniffly hum back, "Yes, Daddy?"
"I have to go, you know I can鈥檛 leave you alone when you鈥檙e feeling like this?"
She pouted. "Where are you going?" Pulling out of his neck.
"I have to go out on stage remember? Daddy has to perform in front of thousands of people鈥 and you鈥檙e always there watching me in a little corner. I need ye鈥 there so I can feel calm, ye know? I need ye鈥 to come back to me," His voice was so calm and polite. And he was telling the truth he needed her.
Harry peppered a kiss in her neck, breathing in her sent as her breathed hitched, reality hitting her and shoulders becoming more tense.
"Is my angel back to me?"
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