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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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ik your saying no requests, i just really want to see your take on HSLOTRRY for this photo
⭐️MSG NIGHT VI⭐️
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prompt: hus outfit inspires yn to want to do something a little different
warnings: smut, minors dni 18+
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YN was horny.
Can you blame her?
Her husband looked downright obscene in his denim vest and trousers, the hard work in the gym reflected on his abdominals and his biceps.
YN wanted to roleplay tonight.
They didn’t do it much, they usually weren’t patient enough for it but tonight, in that outfit, she really wanted to play.
She wanted to initiate it and so she scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and about half way through the set, YN asks one of the security to deliver it to the stage. *** ***
It takes a few minutes but Harry finally reaches down for the paper, taking it with him to where his water bottle is, taking a sip as he unravels it.
hiiii!
not sure if you’re single but if you’re looking for fun after the show, meet me at the bar at the hotel you’re staying at. im only in town for tonight :)
x
Harry’s brow furrows for a second, rereading it but then it clicks - his eyes dart over to his wife as she gives him a coy smirk.
He was totally into it.
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YN made it a point to leave the venue before Harry, she was trying to get in the mindspace of being a random fan and not his wife.
She had butterflies in her stomach as she sat in a secluded booth in the hotel bar, she had ordered a Long Island to calm her nerves and was long the place was pretty empty.
YN knows she shouldn’t be nervous, it’s her husband when it boils down to it but it was mixed with excitement to see how this would pan out.
Was he going to play along?
Or was he going to come find her and just guide them back up to the hotel room because he’s tired from the show.
It’s about forty-five minutes later when he arrives, he’d showered and changed - which normally he changes into something comfortable like shorts and a hoodie, but he was dressed nicely in a black shirt and flared white trousers. **
As if for a date.
He was playing along.
Harry has the most charming, wide smile across his face when he arrives at the table, it was cocky and confident.
“Hello there, love. M’Harry,” He introduces himself like he’s not the most famous man on earth right now, he reaches out for her hand and kisses the back of it in greeting, “What’s your name?”
“YN,” YN responds shyly, moving over as he sits down, “I didn’t think you’d really come. I-it’s just you’re so-. I am just surprised you came.”
Harry’s stare is intense, twinkling in the light as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips, “How could I say no to that note? You’re beautiful, pet. I figured you might have something to offer me.”
God, this shouldn’t be this hot.
He was acting like that entitled rockstar that he really wasn’t but it made her legs squeeze together as he orders a whiskey neat.
“Offer you?” YN repeats, her eyes dropping to the table but his fingers trace under her chin to bring her gaze back up.
“Darling, don’t act like you wanted to meet to discuss all of life’s deep meaning. You want to know what it’s like to fuck a rockstar, hm?” He murmurs lowly, he totally had his sex voice turned on, deeper than should be possible, accent drawn out.
“I-I,” YN trips up for a moment, her mind was getting hazy with her own arousal, “I just thought I’d try my luck with meeting you.”
“Am I wrong?” He insists between a sip of his liquor, “Did you want to come here for a conversation or for me to take you up to my room and give you a night you’ll get wet thinking about for the rest of your life?”
“Why did you agree?” She asks, dodging the question, she saw his fist clenching and unclenching on the table, she has to ignore his wedding ring.
“Sweetheart, I don’t need your conversation,” Harry chuckles meanly, “I didn’t come here for a date. I came here so that I can get your pretty lips on my cock.”
“You’re not very much of the gentleman media portrays you as,” YN points out, her heart rate was rising and she felt like she couldn’t sit still.
“I don’t need to be a gentleman when I have the numbers in my bank account and millions of girls lining up to fuck me. Plus, I’m not going to be a gentleman to you, that’s not what you really want.”
“I’m going to use you and you’ll thank me for it after,” He says it with such an arrogant edge, sitting back in his seat, spreading his legs until their knees bump - it makes her jolt, “Then maybe you’ll come back for another show at MSG and remember how good my cock felt in you as I sing for thousands.”
YN could barely keep her thoughts straight, already struggling to stay in character, she blinks rapidly, “I’ve never had a one night stand.”
Harry shrugs, dimples popping in his cheeks, “Darling, I’m getting bored of this back and forth. I’m not going to calm your nerves for you. Are you coming up with me or not?”
“I will, I want to,” YN replies with a deep inhale before pushing her drink glass away and gathering her purse.
“I know you do, desperate little thing,” He hums as he lays down a few bills on the table before getting out of the booth - security guards lingering in the background.
Harry doesn’t move to hold her hand or touch like he would if they weren’t playing but strides towards the elevators without a glance back - like he knows she’d follow like a puppy.
As soon as they step in the elevator, there’s a moment of silence before Harry is on her - his mouth crashing onto her and immediately gaining entrance as he swipes his tongue across hers.
He’s moving her back against the wall, his body weight heavy and pinning as his hand holds her jaw roughly as their mouths move - other hand moving up to squeeze her tits.
When the bell signals their floor, Harry’s taking her hand and pulling her down the hallway towards their suite.
With a swipe of a keycard, they’re in their beautiful suite - YN has to ignore her belongings scattered and act like she’s never been here.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry growls as he walks YN towards the entryway table, he swipes off the decorative bowl and lifts her until she’s sat on it.
He pushes her dress up her thighs like he can’t get her bare soon enough, separating her thighs, and standing in between them, “Get your tits out f’me.”
YN shimmies the straps off her arms before pushing down the cups of her dress and exposing her breasts in the chilled air.
“S’been a minute since I’ve seen tits this nice,” Harry remarks before he’s ducking down to wrap his mouth around one as his hands wander up her dress and grips her panties before yanking them down her thighs, “When’s the last time someone ate your cunt?”
Yesterday, when he did in the morning before they got out of bed - but they were acting.
“Um, maybe a year ago?” YN responds with quickened breath, she felt like she was going to drip onto the table
“Poor thing. I’ll give you a little treat, yeah?” He coos with a condescending edge, his fingers ghosting towards her inner thighs, “Then you owe me.”
“I thought you were this big bad rockstar, you’re all talk,” YN goads brattily because she knows it will get under his skin and it does.
She gasps when his hand comes around her throat, gripping it tightly enough her head lightly thunks against the wall with the force.
“You’re lucky,” He hisses through clench teeth, “You should feel honored I even looked your way. You want to see an asshole rockstar? I’m not giving you anything, get on your fucking knees.”
“That’s not fair,” YN huffs, it was good pressure around her neck, his rings cold against her warm skin and she misses it when he removed it to roughly handle her off the table.
Harry chuckles meanly as YN kneels in front of him, eyeing him with petulance as he undies his trousers and shoves them along with his briefs to pool at the floor before shedding his shirt as well.
YN never gets sick of him, how thick he is, the length of him - how pretty the swollen pink tip is when he’s really turned on, a bit of precome smeared and shiny on his shaft.
When she reaches up to grip him, he shakes his head and bats her away, voice gruff as he orders, “Hands behind your back. M’going to fuck your mouth and if you’re good maybe your cute little cunt.”
Her husband was so fucking hot.
YN blinks up to him with wide doe eyes, putting her hands behind her back and doing as he says obidently.
As she does so, her chest is popped out more and Harry can’t help himself to lean down and pinch at her nipples until she moans.
His hand comes to her hair, twining in until her skull aches from the pull as his other guides himself into her mouth slowly at first.
“Pinch my thigh if you need to stop,” Harry reminds her softly before pulling out until his tip is bumping at her wet lips and it smacks it against them a few times.
He doesn’t give her time to recover before he’s thrusting back inside at a shallow but fast pace that’s making her throat burn with pleasure and pain as she tries to keep up.
“Talkin’ it like a proper slut,” Harry praises as he pushes himself back in, further and a bit slower until her nose is bumping his neatly trimmed pubic hair and she’s struggling not to gag on the sheer size of him, “Glad I picked you out of the crowd.”
After one particular hard thrust that has YN sputtering a bit, she’s doesn’t have to pinch him because he’s already aware she needs a second.
As she tries to catch her breath, he leans over to kiss her harshly, his tongue is licking inside her mouth, as his hand sneaks down to her mound.
“Fuckin’ wet for me,” Harry hums in approval when he disconnects their lips, his fingers that have her slickness come to her lips before he’s pressing his fingers down on her tongue, “Taste good, pet?”
“Give me a little more than I’ll give you m’cock, okay?” He asks when he removes his fingers and grips himself again.
“Please, I want it. M’aching, I want it,” YN mewls when he ducks back down to land a smack to her folds, her thighs twitching from the sharp sting on her already swollen bud, “I want you.”
Something flashes on Harry’s eyes, it’s her husband and not this roleplay, he may be a good actor but he can’t hide his undying love for her.
He bends to kiss her once again but it was softer, not as aggressive - fingers wandering to pet nicely at her clit for a moment in a reminder he loves her.
Then he’s standing straight again and pats her cheek to open up and when she does, he spends a few more minutes taking what he wants.
His moans are melodic, low and raspy, he’s so lean that when he inhales his ribs become prominent against his golden skin before disappearing back behind the muscle.
YN whimpers a bit when Harry pulls back fully and steps away, a string of spit glistening before it breaks - his cocky shiny from her mouth, so hard it looked painful.
He is fucking gorgeous as he pants - his stomach muscles contracting and flexing with each breath, tattoos dancing.
Harry starts to walk away as YN stays where she is, knees starting to ache; confused to what’s going on until he’s looks over his shoulder and coos cockily, “C’mon puppy.”
YN stands up, legs a bit wobbly to follow him, she was feeling hazy with arousal and she was defiently in her subspace by this point.
Harry plops back onto the couch in the living are, legs spread and cock inviting as his hand scratching at his thigh before giving himself a tight stroke.
“Come sit on me,” Harry tells her and when she arrives in front of him, she straddles his waist and lets his length brushes between her wet folds making them both moan, “Should put on a condom s’you don’t try to pull a fast one on me but I want to fuck you bad enough to not care right now. Gonna let me put it in bare, sweetheart?”
YN doesn’t bother responding as she lifts up and sits down on him, the pleasant burn welcoming as he fills her completely, and she’s snug in his lap, plushy bum atop his strong, lean thighs.
“Gonna let you,” She murmurs belatedly as she begins to move, she was so ready to come that instead of riding him - YN was grinding her hips in small circles so he hit her spot and her clit was rubbing against his pubic bone.
His hands move to squeeze the meat of her hip and encouraging the circles thats they’re making on him, her arousal dampening his balls and it’s making him fucking feral.
“Know you are, easy for me. Never had such a pretty pussy this wet,” Harry remarks as he watches his wife rut down on him, chasing her relief from being teased so much, he was dumbstruck by how strikingly beautiful she is.
He leans into to plant kisses across her sternum until lips find her peaked nipples again, teasing his teeth across them before wrapping his lips around them and pulling her down firmly into him until their skin’s smacking.
When Harry unseats her suddenly, YN protest in a kittenish tone instantly, “Please, H. M’so close, was gonna come for you, was being so good.”
That’s when he realized she dropped and that the roleplay was over, when she whines H like that, she needed her husband.
“Hush up, baby. M’going to give it to you, you’ve been such a good girl for me, yeah?” Harry coos but in his sincerest voice as he spreads her back on the couch until she’s laying down and wriggling for his touch.
Harry ducks down, licking a fat stripe from her core up to her clit - finding the swollen bud and suckling harshly as two fingers slip in to pet at her spot.
He doesn’t give her any breaks as she bucks her hips into his mouth and ruts down hard onto his tongue to get the friction she needs - making a mess of him as her desire rises even more.
“Oh, bunny. S’good, baby, s’good,” She moans loudly as her movements still and her thighs try to clench together as she comes but he forces them to stay spread as he nips at her puffy folds.
“Such a sweet lil’ wife for me,” Harry murmurs as he pops his head back up, pressing his slick lips to hers, “I love you so fucking much. You know that? Everything I ever want.”
He doesn’t let her ride it out before he’s moving up, tucking her thighs around his waist, and guiding his cock back inside her warm walls.
Harry starts a rough, persistent rhythm as his thumb stays glued on her clit to encourage another orgasm to crash over her despite her weak protests.
“S’too much,” YN argues as he circles her bud without mercy and she’s stuck between wanting more and being overstimulated.
“It’s not,” Harry chuckles breathlessly as he managing to nudge her spot on every odd thrust, “Give me one more, my love. Please, for me.”
YN nods as she feels her next orgasms building in the pit of her stomach, reaching up to pull Harry to her - it’s near euphoric when he moans into her mouth as he speeds up.
It doesn’t take long for either of them to fall over the edge, panting and exhausted as Harry flops down on top of her.
“So any chance you want a rockstar in your bed tomorrow night too?” Harry asks into her skin as he kisses up her jaw.
“I think I agreed to every night for the rest of my life based on the ring on my finger,” YN giggles happily as she hugs him closer.
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finexbright · 9 months
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favourite things to have happened during love on tour
- crowd : "just let me adore you" // harry, with his dimples out : "okay, but just for tonight"
- "i was on my way to buy some flowers for you" with the crowd throwing flowers at him
- "leave america" being so earth shattering loud in every other continent but it being dead quiet in america and harry being amused by it
- "do you know who you are?" // "i do now"
- harry thinking he's spiderman (which leads me to believe he's got a cameo in a spiderman movie, or that spiderman is gonna be in eternals)
- "tell me what she did" right before "she worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes"
- the adore you extended instrumental
- fine line live high notes but specifically the edinburgh night two one
- the crowd singing the last verse of matilda along with harry, no instruments, just us and him
- sunflower vol. 6 intro with niji during suspenders on tour
- the bestie dance with pauli and how they added special extra music to wmyb just for it
- "and we danced all night..."
- the rain being a cosmic paid actor by making an appearance at the very first wembley show in 2022 and then at the very last wembley hslot show in 2023, only a day apart from one another, and only during sott
- harry being so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of people singing the lyrics back to the songs he wrote and immediately turning pink
might rb and add more later, but feel free to add your favourite moments to this list too!
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zot3-flopped · 7 months
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Not the same anon, but here's the thread the "virtual ambulance" anon was talking about (it is tin-hatting of the highest level by TBGlobetrotter):
This is it, guys: the outro is finallyGreenday's WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS. Thread will follow
It’s not the first time that Louis nodded to the month of September. First, he played Earth Wind and Fire’s SEPTEMBER as the outro in Lodz, Poland, on April 13, 2022, after breaking his elbow. On that same day, the YAH acct posted “Half Way Home”…
On June 15, 2023 Louis played the same outro in Chicago. It was FITF’s 13th show…
On July 23 2023, which is 1D’s 13th anniversary, 5 Seconds of Summer played SEPTEMBER as the outro in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
We went by 13 days increments for a bit, starting with HSLOT’s final leg on May 13 and Louis’ FITF tour on May 26. A few important full circles were also completed in June 13 2023. Click on the thread below.
Now Louis played this much anticipated outro. It’s the PERFECT outro: WMUWSE was released by Green Day on JUNE 13, 2005. This beautiful rock ballad was written by lead singer BILLIE JOE ARMSTRONG about the death of his father when he was 10. And there’s the odd reference to SEVEN
Mv focuses on a couple in love played by Jamie Bell and Evan Rachel Wood. Boyfriend enlists and leaves for Iraq. The mv mainly discusses how painful it is to loose a dear one.
This outro is at the same time, a nod to important metaphors and imagery in this fandom. The most obvious is hinted by the name of Green Day’s lead singer, a mix of Michael Jackson’s BILLIE JEAN (and remember its iconic verse “the kid is not my son”)…
… and Apollo 11 astronaut Neil Armstrong. And we have already established the importance of this NASA mission to the metaphor of leaving Earth-System to Moon-OOTS….
The use of the metaphor AWAKE X ASLEEP has also been used by Louis many times before as a reference to bbg.
In addition, Louis included the song CHICAGO in the setlist again. And this song starts with the following verses...
Also, Louis' outfit tonight was a red Lacoste shirt...
... a brand that has been associated with bbg for quite some time.
By playing this outro, Louis suggests he'll be “awake” when September ends. I have been very careful in setting dates and had favoured narratives instead. Is Louis hinting that things will move by the end of this month, in October, or soon? Keeping my eyes peeled for this one...
🤣🤣🤣 They are legit insane for this.
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septembersghost · 1 year
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i just showed that video from hslot that anon sent me to my mom, who also cried (we're a weepy family here), and there's something so...profound and universal and timelessly beautiful about the fact that an arena full of people in lisbon in 2023 at a modern musician's concert would all be able to communally join in and sing a verse of a song first released in 1961. that its words and melody are so known and loved that they cross time and language and specific fanbases. music is something so incandescent and lasting that it's really we who only have it for a short time, rather than the other way around, because the songs will still be here forever after us. the fact that music is a link that lives on and on, and can stir the same emotions in people whose orbits will otherwise never touch. you can't tell me that music in itself isn't divine. that any congregation of people raising their voices together doesn't have a blessed spark.
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twelvedaysinaugust · 2 years
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Thank you for answering my ask about the leaked phone call! The timeline of Louis and Harry falling out/breaking up around 2018 makes a lot of sense in terms of when that phone call was made. I have heard some accounts about Louis allegedly being seen at HSLOT 2018 at Harry’s shows. After that tour I noticed a certain shift with how Harry looked/his attitude. I also do agree that louis has done questionable actions when it comes to dispelling rumors about larrry. Although, I don’t think it can compare to how Harry has handled it. I have seen a journalist point out in the article that Harry’s lack of effort has not been fair to Louis. The other questionable things he has done include euphoria, Eroda, the milkshake tweet (probably more). Anyway, that phone call could have possibly been a bitter and petty way to “get back” at Harry by saying that none of it was real. When the Harry’s tour finished he was a producer on that Ben Winston/Full Stop show about him living in Ben’s basement which pretty much erased him and Louis living together (which was iconic and they told almost everybody that they were roommates back in the early years). There was an interview later on where Louis answered with the whole “chicken stuffed with mozzarella” and it sorted felt like he was “shading” Harry at the time kind of like he was implying that he cant change the past or the history they both had together. Idk he seems like he would definitely a petty person that would find smart ways to spite someone.
I remember receiving this ask while I was standing in the pit Saturday night. I'm sorry it took me almost a week to answer.
I really appreciated your question about the phone call because it's one of the many, many things that I can't get a clear read on. In short, I completely agree with everything you said above. I will add that, in addition to "being petty" and "getting back" at Harry, I think it's possible that Louis set up the phone call with the UA to let off some steam and indicate that it was (or, about to be) really, truly over.
I feel like my longer thoughts are going to anger some people, but I'll share them anyway. It's my blog and I want to be truthful about my experiences and observations in this fandom.
I have a very hard time nailing down a "Larry timeline," especially after 2013-ish. I do not think Harry and Louis are currently a couple, and I've changed a lot of the opinions I once had. I no longer think all the "stunts" were actually stunts, nor do I think Larry was a fairytale relationship. But I still believe there was something there. From 2017 to 2018, I find Larry especially confusing. However, I do think Louis attended some of Harry's shows in 2018 - I'm almost certain he was at Santiago and Madison Square Garden. And watching Harry's demeanor and performance at the second MSG show in particular (covering “Still the One” with Kacey Musgraves, slowing down during Louis’ verse in “If I Could Fly,” just his expression when he looked up at the VIP box)... I was like, "Damn... the spark is still there after all these years?" It made my heart go pitter-patter. But then I was very confused because what does that mean for Larry, especially since Harry was with Camille at the time and I find it especially difficult to write off that relationship as a stunt? A lot of people (Larries and non-Larries) claim Louis was at the show. However, there are also a lot of stories about Louis calling it quits shortly after. So, I think MSG Night 2 might have been a last-ditch romantic gesture from Harry. But what that means for the time prior - it's hard to say. In short, I don't think Larry was one long, continuous, monogamous relationship. Especially toward the end, I think it was very on-and-off. And to be honest, there have been things post-2018 that I've side-eyed a little. The Umbro shirt, especially. Even when Louis made a trip to LA that perfectly lined up with Harry's shows at the Forum in November I was a little like, "hmm." But even the biggest and most committed Larries will admit that Harry and Louis are rarely in the same place at the same time. I don't see how that's a relationship.
I think the way both Harry and Louis engage with the fandom that was borne out of Larry is inconsistent and confusing. I do think Harry Larry-baits. But I don't think money is his only motivation to do so. I think he's hurt and upset about the way things ended. The Euphoria episode, in particular, I view as Harry feeling hurt, scorned, and "getting back" at an ex.
But Louis' relationship with Larries (i.e. the vast majority of his fanbase) is even more of a mystery to me. Since the beginning, he seemed sincerely bothered by the speculation, unlike Harry. Louis took the brunt of the denials. Louis set up a phone call with a UA to complain about "crazy Larrie fans." At the same time, he does interact with it - I'm 100% certain of this after attending two shows in person. And the "Princess Park" lyric and cover of "7" only emboldened Larries further. (I know we all have different opinions on this, but I don't think I'll ever be convinced that these decisions were an "oversight" on Louis' part. He had to know what he was doing. He had to.) For both Harry and Louis, I think the so-called Larry-baiting might be a response to a shared history and experience. In that sense, I hesitate to say that it's completely disingenuous or “wrong.” At the same time, I don’t appreciate them misleading fans (especially queer fans who relate to Larry) if Larry isn’t - or never was - real. I also think there are broader implications for Eleanor, Freddie, etc. But that’s a different conversation.
Whatever Larry was, I think it greatly affected Harry and Louis emotionally. I know that a lot of people leave the fandom after they un-Larrie or conclude that Harry and Louis have likely broken up. Regardless of Harry and Louis’ current relationship (or lack thereof), I think Larry continues to be very relevant to their respective fanbases - Louis’ especially. For that reason, I don’t think I’ll be able to view Larry as “irrelevant” or “a thing of the past” anytime soon.
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hotgirlrry · 4 years
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wild how tpwk the song isn’t harry’s “voice” it’s the fans, a lot of people think it’s about him and feeling more self assured because of hslot but it doesn’t make sense that way. you have the fans singing the chorus, and with every verse it’s him speaking about himself and then talking about a “we” (most likely his band) about different experiences leading up to the moment he plays his shows, and how nothing matters but having the time of your life for the 2 hours and some he’s on stage for. he wrote a love song from the fans’ perspectives to him and for hslot
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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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MANCHESTER NIGHT TWO
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prompt: Harry is having his ‘adjustment day’ and everyone has to suffer with him
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warnings: smut, blood, minors dni 18+
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As stated before, like clockwork, a couple dates into tour - Harry gets crabby beyond belief.
It’s 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’s also hasn’t 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’re 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’t 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’t 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, “Morning.”
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.
“Come have a cuddle,” 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’s face twists up before he’s shaking his head, “Don’t want a cuddle, I want a coffee. My mum doesn’t have the bloody oat creamer I need. Now I’m shit out of luck, I guess.”
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.
“Well, we can go to the market and get some,” YN suggests the obvious option even though she really didn’t want to go through Harry being noticed out in public.
There wasn’t much time before Harry would have to be at the stadium which is still about forty-five minutes away from his mum’s house.
“Fine,” 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’s quiet during the ride into town, his hand on her thigh but he doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t push him - he can get so overwhelmed and overstimulated that it can take a whole day for him to reset.
They’re in the small market, in the dairy aisle, and find a similar enough container of oat creamer that he can use for his coffee.
“Do you think I have enough time for a nap-“ Harry begins to ask quietly as they walk out of the shop after checking out but is cut off by screams.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry mutters under his breath as he noticed a large flock of fans that had formed outside while they were shopping.
Harry doesn’t stop for any pictures, tries his best to acknowledge the fans without stopping to greet them because he just doesn’t have the energy for it.
Despite his grumpiness, he’s 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.
“Bloody eight in the morning,” 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.
“Ow! Harry,” YN gasps in surprise as she pauses where she’s standing and squeezing her eyes shut as she tries not to panic - it can get overwhelming so fast.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asks urgently in concern, eyes hardening when he sees the back of her foot bleeding from a scrape - it wasn’t 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, “Everyone needs to step back. You just made my wife bleed. Give her space for Christ’s sake!”
He’s not yelling but it’s 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’s 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’s shaking his head angrily as he goes well over double the speed limit.
He’s quiet again, getting a good bit of distance between them and the market before he’s pulling over at a small empty playground and shoving it into park before he’s 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.
“What happened?” He asks as he examines the cut with careful movements, thumb caressing her ankle bone.
“Someone was too close behind me, stepped on my heel with their boot,” YN yelps when he prods at the sensitive skin around the wound and tries to yank her foot away but he grips it firmly.
“Sorry,” 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, “This might sting a bit.”
YN’s 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’t 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’s done, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him softly despite how stiff he is, he kisses back.
“Thank you, best husband,” She murmurs against his lips but he actually scoffs and takes a step back, a stormy expression still on his face.
“Yeah, really the best husband,” He frowns, pouring the water over his dirty hands before drying them with a scrap of the shirt, “If I was a good husband, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt or put in the position in the first place.”
His words were sharp, disappointed in himself as he shuts her door and gets back in the driver’s seat, grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles are white.
By the time they get home, YN is frustrated that Harry doesn’t have enough time to lay back down for a nap because sleep exhaustion was not fun.
She really really didn’t 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’t 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’t until the shiny black SUV pulls in to chauffeur them that YN realizes that she hasn’t seen Harry in about half an hour.
When she trails up to the bedroom they’re staying in, she sees him fast asleep ontop of the covers, he hadn’t 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, “H, need you to get up.”
It reminded her of his One Direction days.
-
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’s 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’s 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’s grabbing YN’s hand and rasping, “Just want to shower with you and sleep for days. C’mon before they try to grab me to record.”
They find him, however, before he can get onto the tour bus, and demand that he come record the chorus for Fireproof.
“Just want a shower and to sleep. Is it that much to ask for?” Harry grumbles unhappily before giving YN a kiss and pat to her bum, “I’ll miss you. I’ll try not to wake you when I get in.”
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’t want to towel off, and he was just in his briefs as he nestled in next to her.
“Mmm,” 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.
“Sorry for waking you,” Harry whispers sleepily, planting a few more kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“What time is it?” She mumbles half- asleep still as she helps him pull the blankets over his body too.
“About four in the morning,” He tells her before being interrupted with a yawn as he begins it’s 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, “Time to get up.”
YN squints the light away, grabbing blindly at her phone to check the time.
“It’s six on the morning, Paul. Harry just got into bed at four,” She tells him through a groan, her boyfriend hadn’t even stirred yet.
“Don’t know what to tell you. They have a jammed packed day, no wiggle room. Harry, wake up,” Paul’s voice is louder this time before he’s pulling open the curtains to everyone else’s bunks.
YN knows Harry’s 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’re fluffy and soft from his shower the night before.
“I’m so tired,” Harry mumbles sleepily, eyes still shut as he nuzzles further into her body, “I feel like m’gonna die if I keep running on two hours of sleep every night.”
“I hate seeing you this exhausted,” YN replies sadly, massaging his scalp for a moment longer before Paul’s making his rounds to make sure they’re out of bed.
-
Harry still looked like that same sleepy boy right now as he sniffles and digs his face further into the pillow in resistance.
“H, the car’s here already,” 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’s grunting, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? Only been asleep for a minute and now we have to go. Bloody ridiculous.”
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’s 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’s grumpy he’s an amazing husband.
“See you at the stadium in a few hours,” YN tells Anne, giving her a kiss on the cheek and allowing her to wrap her in a motherly hug
“Bye mum,” Harry says bluntly, giving her a wave before he’s 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, “It’s not you. I think today’s his adjustment day.”
That’s what they all referred to it as.
-
“Well, it’s definitely his adjustment day,” 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, “Date six this time.”
The boys chuckle because they know exactly what she’s talking about by their third tour, he’s 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.
“Where’s YN?” He demands when he doesn’t see her anywhere in the vicinity.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been a douche at soundcheck and we’d tell you,” Louis shrugs, not bothering to look up from the video game he's playing with Zayn.
“You can go fuck yourself,” 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’d 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.
“You know I love you,” Harry murmurs quietly as he steps behind her, she can feel him pressing up against her.
“I would hope so,” She replies with a chuckle, taking a sip before saying, “If not, we just wasted quite a few years.”
“Are you mad at me?” He pushes, ignoring the dirty look she gives him when he takes the cup out of her hand and swigs down the juice she’d just poured - he reaches around her to refill it.
“No,” YN sighs as she takes the glass back, leaning back into him, “Just hated days when you’re like this. It’s 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.”
“It’ll get better, in a few years, when I’m on my own,” Harry promises as he leans in to kiss her temple, hands squeezing her hips, “If I ever get the chance to do a solo tour.”
-
Oh, would he.
A sold out stadium tour to be exact.
And he wasn’t lying, when he went solo things did get a lot better.
He wasn’t spread as thin as ice constantly, everyday of the year but maybe now half the year - only when he’s 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.
“S’too loud.”
“I say it’s too loud so you turn the volume up?”
“Okay. Why is it suddenly becoming difficult to get this right? We’ve done it a million times before.”
Fans idealized who Harry is as a person.
That’s not saying that he isn’t 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’t 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’re done - he’ll have to start getting ready.
“Hey!” YN squeaks, giggling quietly as she looks around the hallway, “Harry, you don’t have much time before you have to go on stage!”
“Shush up and let me kiss you before the boys find us,” Harry leans in, connecting their lips as he’s pushing her back against the wall.
“Oi! Styles, get your arse to the stage! What did I tell you about distracting him?” Preston barks at them as he’s 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, “Want to go get pizza after the show?”
“Isn’t as easy as before. Now you need security and approval,” YN murmurs but there’s no heat behind the words, “I’d love to get pizza later.”
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.
“Styles! I mean it! Now!”
“Bloody hell! M’coming!” Harry shouts back before flipping him the bird.
-
Harry picks a fight with Harry Lambert about his outfit, complaining about nothing and refusing any replacement item.
Everyone already knows he’s going to wear what was originally planned but he has to complain that the zipper was too flimsy or the shirt didn’t mesh with the shoes.
He didn’t 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’s 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’t 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 ‘Satellite’.
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.
“H, baby,” YN calls, unsure of where he was heading but he stops in his tracks and meets her gaze with a tight jaw.
“What?” Flat. Blunt.
“Anthony 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’re really going to get hurt,” YN tells him softly, it wasn’t pestering or nagging - it was because she cared and thought she’d remind him.
His face pinches up even more as he listens before he’s booming out, “I’m not a fucking baby. I don’t need to be told that. S’my show and I’ll do what I want.”
YN takes a deep breath, steadying herself so that she doesn’t match his negative energy but inside, she’s absolutely livid with him.
“You’re right, Harry. It is all your show, popstar. You do what you want,” YN scoffs as the angry rising up in her chest before she’s giving Anthony a pat on the shoulder before she’s 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.
-
“I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m saying no and it’s final,” Harry huffs firmly, sitting on the couch in their first London flat.
“You promised me last week that you would come with us, H. Everyone’s expecting you and I want you to come as well,” YN bites back as she stands at their kitchen counter.
“No. It was leaked that I was back in London. Everyone knows I’m here. I’m not going out to just be bombarded with fans and paparazzi tonight. I’m not doing it after a three week long press tour for This Is Us.”
“Fine,” YN mutters, slamming her cup down a little harsher than necessary, “It’s much more important than what I want. Right, popstar?”
“That’s not what I said! You bloody know that I hate when you call me that!” Harry raises his voice, running a hand through his curls.
“Then stop acting like a spoiled little popstar!” YN retorts hotly, she logically knew she was the one being a little over dramatic - she just had not liked his tone.
-
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.
“Don’t walk away from me,” Harry demands lowly as he takes strides behind her, “M’not being a popstar, I just don’t need mothered.”
YN spins on her heel, crossing her arms, “I’ve 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.”
“Rather that anyways,” 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’t back down.
“Don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself on stage,” She shrugs casually before shaking her head in disbelief at his overall attitude today.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry rumbles back before he’s storming off, back towards his dressing room before he’s swinging open the door and slamming it shut.
YN has to chuckle because even on his worst days, like today, he’s 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’s overalls. ***
(imagine them in the same color denim as Harry’s)
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’s nearing showtime when YN realizes she hasn’t seen Harry in a hot minute as she sees Jeff storming down the hallway - near red in the face.
“What’s going on?” YN questions with concern as she sees Harry jogging down the long corridor towards the stage.
“He fell asleep and now he’s pissed that he only has five minutes until showtime,” His manager huffs before he’s mumbling an update on his walkie.
“Maybe if somebody fuckin’ woke me up!” Harry complains boisterously as he’s tucking his ear pieces into and hustling towards the stage where he now has less than a minute until showtime.
He’s 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’t 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’s heart drops when she sees his face twist into grimace before he’s covering his expression with a forced smile again.
He hadn’t tripped or tumbled over but he most definitely had landed funny on his ankle, just like YN had ‘mothered’ 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’s 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 ‘I told you so’ 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’s 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, “You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” YN murmurs, thumbing a stray curl off his damp forehead, “You going to go shower before we head out to The River’ Edge?”
Harry’s face turns stormy for the hundredth time of the day, he shakes his head adamantly as he straightens back up, “No, m’not going. I just want to go back home.”
YN already knows why but still prompts, “Why?”
“Why? Because I just bloody did a show for nearly eighty thousand people and I want to relax, not entertain fifty more,” Harry huffs like it’s obvious, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip.
She’s actually relieved that he doesn’t want to go because she know his attitude wouldn’t have been any better there and this miserable day would have just dragged on.
YN’s heel was still hurting, the skin tender and sore, and she didn’t feel like walking anymore tonight either but the only thing she was worried about was Jeff.
He wasn’t going to be happy that Harry wasn’t attending his own party.
“Go get out of your stage clothes and I’ll go tell Jeff that we’re going to head home,” YN reaches up and rubs at his shoulder before turning to find his manager.
“Okay,” 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’s just as livid as expected and his patience is minimal based on his argument with Harry earlier.
“Why can’t anyone fucking listen to me?” Jeff shouts in frustration, he seems to have already had a few drinks in his system.
“Can you not control your husband for a fucking minute?”
“We’ve had this planned for months! There’s no reason to cancel.”
As Jeff continues to rant, YN is speechless as she’s being screamed at for something she didn’t 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.
“I know for a fact, you weren’t just raising your voice at my wife,” 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’s voice raises in volume, startling YN with the deep bravado that rumbles from deep within his chest, “I said I know you’re not raising your voice at my wife. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m sorry,” Jeff relents with a sigh, raising his hands in surrender, “I just am frustrated that the party -“
“I don’t need to hear your excuses,” Harry cuts in, moving his hand to intertwine with YN’s as he begins to pull her away, “Don’t let me catch you talking to her like that ever again or there will be major, major problems. Understand?”
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’s a car waiting.
They don’t 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’t do so YN takes that as another sign that his ankle is bothering him.
Harry is the biggest baby when he’s hurt usually.
He wants to be cuddled, soothed, and wants YN’s full attention at all times (which isn’t very different from everyday for them).
But he’s stubborn and grumpy as all get out.
He goes easily when YN wraps her hand gently around his neck and directs him until he’s laying across the backseat with her nails scratching at his scalp as he blinks heavily, trying to stay awake.
The ride’s not even an hour but Harry drifts off after only a few minutes after the car pulls out of the stadium lot.
He’s groggy as YN unlocks the front door to Anne’s 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’s 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’t 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’s sleepy and has just a tight pair of briefs on as he rubs his eyes. ***
“C’mere,” YN pats the space next to her on the bed then grabs the cold bag of vegetables.
“What are those for?” Harry grumps as he subtly limps to the bed and plops down heavily right up against her.
“For the ankle you hurt on stage,” YN raises her eyebrow at him before nodding down to where it’s swollen and bruising.
“I didn’t,” He argues instantly, defensive with his hackles up and knitted brows, “Don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re imagining shit.”
“Mmm, must be,” YN replies nonchalantly, tossing the bag back onto the bedside table and acting like she’s 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’s 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, “Want you to ice my ankle, baby.”
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.
“Yeah?” YN hums softly, welcoming Harry when he leans over and nuzzles into her throat, “Ready to let me take care of you?”
“M’sorry,” Harry whispers against her skin, lips brushing against her pulse point, “I never get better at dealing with my adjustments to tour.”
“Been like this since you’ve been sixteen,” YN tells him as she directs Harry to move until his foot is in her lap and she’s wrapping a dish towel around the bag and pressing it to his ankle.
“Think I just landed funny, hopefully it will feel better in the morning,” Harry frowns, hissing at the cold touch before relaxing against it.
“Hopefully,” 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, “You were right, shouldn’t have been jumping ‘round like that when it was wet. Will you forgive me for acting like a prat today?”
“I forgive you every time,” YN giggles with a shake of her head, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you put a ring on it.”
“We’re twenty eight now. Don’t regret letting me wife you up at nineteen?” Harry’s voice has taken a deeper rasp, he’s totally using his sex voice right now because despite how tired or injured he is - he will still try to get it in.
“Never for a moment. Got to marry the famous Harry Styles, breaking new records with every album, fat bank account. It’s working out alright,” YN teases coyly, goosebumps decorating her skin as Harry’s gaze gets more directed and intense.
“Yeah? Just married me for my money and fame?” Harry rumbles, leaning down to toss the bag of peas on the floor.
“And your big cock,” She smirks as her eyes drop to where he’s noticeably hardening and filling out the thin fabric, pushing against it to make more room.
“Always been a fan of that, hm? Never complain, exact opposite actually. Constantly begging for, for me to fill you up just right,” Harry’s fully turning himself on at this point as he grips the bottom of her sleep shirt.
She smacks his hands off, “Think you can act like an utter brat all day and still get the goods?”
“Said M’sorry,” Harry bites back, persistent as he reaches out again and YN lets him pull it over her head, her bare chest revealed, “Plus, s’your wifely duty. Be a nice little thing and let me ‘ave you.”
Those words shouldn’t make her as wet as they do.
“Should make you just make me come and not let you,” 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, “We both know m’coming tonight. Let it drip out of you.”
“H,” YN whines at his filthy words as he bits at her nipples as he’s shimmying her shorts and panties off her hips in one fluid motion.
It’s not how she saw their night ending but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
There’s not any preamble because even though he’s horny, he’s tired, and doesn’t 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’s 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’s something that never gets old to her.
There’s 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.
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’s doing a good job
He’ll always just be Harry to her.
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What are your thoughts on the origin and significance of Harry’s peace ring? I think that may be what a lot of people are hanging on to, thinking H+L are still together. Thanks-have a great day!
Harry has worn the Peace ring consistently on his right middle finger since 2013. I wasn’t in the fandom then and I don’t know exactly when he started wearing it. In interviews, Harry has drawn attention to the ring when questions about engagement/ weddings have come up. He wore the ring and played with it during HSLOT on the B stage. He also wore the Peace ring in his Gucci campaigns in 2018. My cursory memory says that he’s worn it recently too, but I really can’t remember.
So I would conclude that the ring has a sentimental meaning for Harry, much like his cross necklace. Maybe it has a spiritual meaning as well.
Many other Larry signs no longer exist— the two-week rule, the blue bandana meaning anything. Harry’s tattoos since hiatus have been the eagle, Arlo, Jackson, Mary, the si/ non on his knees, the R for Robbin. As far as we know, none are matching to any new ones of Louis’. The eagle was first shown at St. Bart’s before yachtgate, as a sign that Holo era was beginning, along with signing the FSM contract onboard. The only tattoo of any significance to Louis is the bee. We first saw it in January 2017, I think? As I’ve said, I think they were together then. Harry wore a lot of yellow/ black in 2017 also, such as his Live Lounge outfit, his concert with Smallzy, and his yellow X Factor suit.
I’ve written before about Harry and spirituality, and in the last RS article, Harry also talked about meditation. He has a Christian cross tattooed to his hand. He has the Bible tattoo, and the serenity verses “Things I Can” and “Things I Can’t” tattooed previously on his arms (now covered, one of them by the Bible). I think the Peace ring represents a yearning for serenity.
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roguecurls · 6 years
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still truly cannot believe harry sang story of my life 4 times on hslot part 1 and didn’t sing louis’ verse once
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rainbowkosmos · 4 years
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i finally have my laptop back, let’s talk about Fine Line
Golden:
this is a summer driving song. Absolutely. i have to make a concentrated effort not to speed while listening to this song. one of my favourite songs on the album.
Watermelon Sugar:
i really like this one too because it’s weird. the fuck is watermelon sugar? idk but i end up with a severe craving for those watermelon candy snacks when i listen to this song. also another summer song.
harry styles is single-handedly trying to end my seasonal depression with this album. is it working? idk but i think i’m really gonna enjoy this album more come may.
Adore You:
i haven’t listened to this one much, yet i already know all the words??? idk how that happened. lyrically one of my favourites on the album. sounds like a mitam song?? does that make sense???
Lights Up:
sir this is my emotional support coming out song
no i mean. idk exactly what he was trying to convey with this one but it hit me hard as an lgbt fan and i’m a little emo about it. “I’m not ever going back” is a mood once you know what it’s like to be out and accepted.
it’s kind of oddly structured and a little repetitive, but i love the chorus.
Cherry:
this one reminds me a little bit of from the dining table off hs1 and i didn’t like that one either. the way he’s layered his voice sounds very distant and old fashioned and it’s honestly not for me. the actual instrumental is lovely though, it sounds like spring.
also lasdfgfds why is the voice recording at the end so heavily filtered it could have sounded so nice if not for the fact that it echoes so much it sounds creepy
Falling:
:((((( sad hours are open.
there’s finally some emotion in his voice here and it’s nice to hear. a big problem i have with the album is that harry’s voice doesn’t match the emotion of the instrumental or the lyrics but that’s not an issue here. it’s a gorgeously heartbreaking song, really. that long “again” near the end :(((((((
i wish the beat would have picked up a little after that, but alas.
To Be So Lonely:
okay not going to lie I rly don’t like this one lasdffdsa again with the old-fashioned layered vocals and that ukulele is not for me at all.
She:
we’ll never know if Harry meant for this one to be a Gender Song but that’s immediately how I read it and can’t unhear it. it sounds like he’s telling a story of a man with a “woman who lives in his head, the first one he sees and he doesn’t know why”- a man with a feminine side that he’s having trouble accepting. of course it could be about a man in an unhappy relationship daydreaming about his perfect girl but that’s boring.
that guitar solo is way too fucking long who the fuck convinced him that it was okay to ruin the song like that
Sunflower Vol. 6:
wtf happened to the first five, first of all. second of all, many thoughts abt how harry sees his lover as golden, the sun, sunflowers. that’s kind of adorable. also again, Hello Summer Album.
(also again with the monotone distant voice but i’ll talk about this more later)
i fucking love his weird shrieking literally what is he doing ever
Canyon Moon:
this one sounds like a festival song!! and also a one direction song!! i really like it!!
it literally sounds like he’s skipping and whistling as he makes his way back home to his lover i love it when harry writes happy songs like this
i love the repetitive “i’m goin oh i’m goin home”s, :’)
Treat People With Kindness:
he literally stuck someone else with the chorus so he can prance when he sings this live on tour i LOVE him
the fact that he wrote a love letter to hslot? hello emotions :(((( i love how much that tour meant to him
do i actually like this song?? i do not know that i will ever listen to it on purpose.
Fine Line:
hooo boy is this a Song.
the beginning sounds like the “we’ve got to get away” from sott which i thought was interesting.
“put a price on emotion, looking for something to buy” were the lyrics that struck me the most from the entire album.
i really think this might be a song to harry from harry. idk. it could be about a lover, definitely, but it could also be about himself.
it sounds really sad to start off with, and i love how it slowly grows more and more triumphant over time. it’s a long song, and there aren’t many lyrics but the emotion is conveyed clearly through the instruments and what lyrics there are.
when it switches over from “We’ll be a fine line” to “we’ll be alright” and the trumpet really kicks in? the chills, fuck
the ending sounds like sott as well. interesting.
Overall Thoughts:
where the fuck was medicine. come on harry, u could have aT LEAST put it on a target edition or something so i, someone who lives approximately 700 kilometres from a target, could illegally download it when it inevitably leaked onto youtube. this is how much i want to hear a studio version of this song.
anyway. regardless. an interesting thing about Fine Line is that there aren’t any songs I hate, but I also don’t really feel like there were any standout songs. Kiwi and Sign of the Times immediately stood out on hs1, but I don’t think anything on Fine Line stands to become a breakout song, (though i could be wrong, falling is doing quite well on spotify for a non-single).
i don’t really know how to rank an album that doesn’t have any songs i hate, or love. i like the songs, but i haven’t really personally connected with any of them. I think i may like this album more in the summer, as I said before.
My very first impression of the album was a lack of emotion in his voice on some songs that... could have really used it. Songs like Golden and Sunflower Vol 6 are good and happy, but Harry’s voice sounds almost bored. Cherry and To Be So Lonely fall flat for me, despite the lyrics. There’s nothing in his voice that reflects what the beat and lyrics are telling me.
Falling is fantastic because you actually hear the emotion in his voice and the beat. The disconnect is gone. Canyon Moon is where he finally lends a bit of warmth in his voice to the song and I love the happiness you can feel in this song. In Fine Line, he lets the instruments tell most of the story for him, but the verses he does sing have the emotion I’ve been looking for.
So, Fine Line isn’t- a bad album or anything; Harry just made some stylistic choices that personally aren’t for me. I think the lyrics are good, the instrumentals are fantastic. I’ve saved half the album on spotify- golden, watermelon sugar, adore you, falling, canyon moon and fine line.
Overall score: 6.5/10.
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eeveedel · 5 years
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the new update? amazing. you? incredible. i just was wondering if, in this verse, harry has long hair? ALSO seriously you’re an AMAZING writer and this new update is PERFECT and just thank you for sharing your talents with the fic community. pls never feel pressured to update bc, as a reader, i promise it is always worth the wait with you. xx
Wow, thank you thank you :’) I’m glad you liked the update!!
And both the twins have short hair, harry’s is just a bit more grown out. For Alex, picture “just got his hair cut to film Dunkirk” hair, and for Harry, picture HSLOT Round 2 hair
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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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Madly In Love
* a mini mini curious gazes for hslotrry/something to hold you over :)))*
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Angelique, Sam, Tasha, and Alice were absolutely shocked and excited when a group of people knock on their door and ask if they’d like to be a part of The Late Late Show with Harry Styles.
They all managed to plan it cool and managed not to disclosed that they’d all went to Harryween Night One and Two plus Love on Tour.
It seems like a cruel joke until James Corden is ringing their doorbell, standing alone before Harry pops out of the corner with a shy smile - clearly following behind the host.
After the shot, all the camera crew pile in to begin to set up - Harry shakes each other the girls hands and introduces himself like they don’t know who he is.
As everyone waits around for it to be all set up, Alice whispers sharply to her friends, “Holy shit. Look who just walked in the front door!”
They all whips their heads to see YN Styles, stepping through the threshold with a iced coffee and Ben Winston next to her - chatting away.
In awe, they all watch as she steps into the living room and notices the girls standing in their little group.
When she walks over, they’re a bit gobsmacked by how gorgeous she is up close, she smells like chanel number five mixed with dark tobacco that most likely rubbed off on her from Harry.
“Hi! I’m YN,” She greets brightly, nodding toward Harry who’s talking to James, “Thanks for letting him use your apartment. It reminds me of our flat right after he lost x-factor.”
“Heyyyy,” Harry manages to eavesdrop, striding over and giving YN a firm pinch to the bum, “I came in third and I think m’doing alright for myself.”
“Third isn’t first,” YN teases, Alice thinks that they’ve had this debate before and she knows it’s going to rile him up, “But whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Harry is giving his wife a stare-down, eyes narrowed and he’s trying to tamper down a smile before crew shouts to get everybody in order.
YN takes a spot in a corner chair that’s out of shot, sipping on her coffee, and watching with a fond smile as James asks the girls questions.
Alice can’t help but notice all the small interactions they have throughout the day.
Harry will go over to YN at random points during breaks where they have to rearrange the cameras and whisper lowly to her.
It usually results in her running a hand through his hair, squeezing his hip, and rubbing her thumb over his puffy lips almost to soothe him.
Harry is so so sweet is the thing but it’s obvious to all of the girls how uncomfortable he is, in comparison to James who has no ounce of shyness in his body.
When he’s piled on the couch with them, Angelique notices how tense he holds himself, kindly putting as much space as possible and hesitating when James tells him to move closer to them.
Harry goes along with what James says, for the most part.
Alice catches whispered words between the couple as they set up for Harry to film in their bathtub.
“James wants me to take my shirt off,” Harry quietly tells his wife, his eyes searching her face, “And I don’t want to.”
YN doesn’t laugh at him or roll her eyes, she replies back - tone soft and understand, “Then tell him that, bunny. You don’t ever have to do anything like that when you don’t want to.”
Harry then leans down and nuzzles his nose against his wife’s, giving her a quick kiss, and asking, “Do you think m’just being dumb? Take my clothes off all the time. Just feels weird to do in this apartment with -“
Alice watches as YN stops him with a squeeze to his bicep, seriousness in her voice when she tells him, “You are not being dumb. It doesn’t matter that you don’t mind being shirtless other times. If you’re mind is telling you that you don’t want to, you need to listen, H.”
Alice realizes that YN must help him not get sucked in by influences, Harry seems so kind and eager to please that sometimes he might have trouble saying no - especially to his friends like James.
“Thank you,” He murmurs to her, his large hand resting on her thigh, “I think we’re almost done. We can go to that pizza place down the road? Then can we go take a bath?”
YN giggles fondly, readjusting his chunky necklace and fixing his hair, “If you’re good.”
“M’always good for you, darling,” Harry replies with a pout but he’s pulled away from the conversation by James.
Alice always had wondered how they’d stayed together all this time and now realizes how obvious the answer is.
They’re still madly madly in love.
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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife
After The Show
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prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.
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Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.
He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.
“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.
“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”
“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.
“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.
He’s always been so attached to her.
“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.
“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.
“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.
They both know what she’s referring to.
- last night -
“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.
“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.
They didn’t have time for this teasing.
He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.
A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.
“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.
“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”
Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”
Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.
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“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.
“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.
He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.
Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.
After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.
YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.
“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.
She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.
“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”
Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.
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It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.
Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.
The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.
That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.
As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.
YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.
YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.
Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.
It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .
It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.
A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.
They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.
Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.
The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***
(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).
YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.
As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.
She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.
YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.
During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.
As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.
With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.
YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.
She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.
When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.
YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.
But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.
Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.
She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.
YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.
The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.
“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.
“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.
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When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.
As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.
The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.
She loved it.
She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.
YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.
After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.
The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).
However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.
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“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”
His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.
“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.
The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.
Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.
“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.
“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.
“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”
As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.
Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.
“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”
“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”
“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.
It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.
“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.
It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.
Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.
It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.
Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.
“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.
“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”
Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.
“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.
There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.
She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.
He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.
Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.
“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.
“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.
Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.
“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.
When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.
It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.
Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.
“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.
“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.
Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.
She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.
It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.
Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.
By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”
“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.
While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.
All Harry can think about is his wife.
“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.
She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.
He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.
“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”
Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”
His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.
“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.
The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.
Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.
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YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.
He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.
The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.
Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.
“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.
They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.
By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.
It was a sight to see.
When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.
YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.
“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.
She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”
“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”
She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.
Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.
“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.
It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.
“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.
As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.
His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.
“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.
Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.
He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.
“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.
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In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.
“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.
“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.
“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”
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