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erodasfishtacos · 2 years
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⭐️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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stylessupremacy · 1 year
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Los Angeles XIII
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Y/n was in the secluded pit watching as Harry performed on stage in the Kia Forum. She watched as Harry pronounced around the stage with the energy of a toddler.
But as he got down on one knee facing toward the secluded pit, his brown leather pants gave and ripped at the seams.
His face contorted to one of horror at the realization he ripped his pants. He used to perform commando but as more and more accidents with his wardrobe have happened he's been taking precautions and wearing underwear.
At that moment, he couldn’t have been happier so he didn’t flash the fans with anything he shouldn’t have.
The show continued on with Harry using the pride flag as a cover-up for a bit before he was able to change into a new non-ripped pair of pants.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to put you in leather pants ever again,” Harry Lambert joked as he walked with Harry back to his dressing room.
Harry laughed, “Don’t know if I want to anymore either. They just didn’t rip a little, they ripped a lot.”
“Just try to be more careful next time,” the stylist sighed.
Harry put his hands up in defense, “It’s not m’fault they weren’t stitched well.”
“Just hurry up and get changed so you and Y/n can get out of here,” Harry Lambert spoke as he walked away.
Harry walked into his dressing room finding Y/n slinging her tote bag over her shoulder. He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her and placing a kiss on her cheek.
She turned in his hold and moved her hand so she could cup his cheek and give him a peck on his lips, “Great show, H.”
“Oh yeah?” His hands sliding down and gripping her hips, “I gave everyone a show when m’pants ripped.”
Y/n chuckled, “You did.”
“Aren’t you glad I talked you into wearing underwear? Just in case something like this happened.”
“M’so glad you did,” he smirked. “How could I ever repay you?”
“I have an idea or two of how you could repay me. I would prefer it if we did it at home and in bed, unlike the last time we did it when you said we wouldn’t get caught.”
“I thought you were over that,” he pouted. “Besides, Jeff only came in because he could hear you moaning for m’cock thinking you needed help.”
Y/n gently slapped him on the chest, “Shut up! He came in because you were almost late going on stage!”
He gently grabbed her wrist, “Hit me again darling and see how that ends up for y’tonight.”
Y/n gave him a 'fuck you' look, “Just hurry up and get changed before you get mobbed by fans.”
He slapped her ass when she turned around, “I think y’want me to hurry up because you’re aching for m’cock to fill your throbbing pussy.”
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twopaperairplanes89 · 10 months
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6 reasons why harry should hire me as a tour photographer
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stylessatellite · 1 year
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HAPPY HARRYWEEN 👻🎃
From my Tech on Tour Series
- y/n_tech is your user and there’s no specific face claim yet
A/N: First post! Hope y’all like it and feel free to like and reblog :) also in case you couldn’t tell, I ran out of usernames towards the end, so you can comment username ideas if you want!!
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hshq: Harryween 2022. Los Angeles. October 31st. Can’t wait to see your fancy dress.
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hshlyrics: is it beetlejuice?
sunflower_randomname: missed the opportunity to name it Harry’s Haunted House
↳ ilovesproutrry: and missed the opportunity to do some form of trick or treating as well
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harryflorals: First look at harry as Danny Zunko for harryween via: harryfan3
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harryfan6: people died. it’s me. i’m people
hslotrry: what happened to the orginal plot of the movie?!?
↳ harryfan4: i think i like this plot better
yn via insta stories
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harry_ update: “Yes?” Harry’s answer to Chris Olsen’s “DADDY?” sign tonight
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harryfan4: well I think we all know who’s on cameras tonight @y/n_tech
↳ harryfan01: @y/n_tech we see you
↳ y/n_tech: shhh. no need to call me out
harrysteponme: this was an acknowledging yes, not a questioning yes, and I stand by this
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harryflorals: “Now I’d especially like to thank my y/n tonight because without her *dramatic pause* Hopelessly Devoted wouldn’t have made it on tonight’s set list. Everyone give it up for y/n, who remembered to bring an extra set of amp cords.” Harry mentioning y/n tonight during his thank you speech
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harryfan69: ahhh harry calling y/n “my y/n” >>>
tpwk_fan1: if he wanted to he would people
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harrystyles: HARRYWEEN. Los Angeles VI. October, 2022
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y/n_tech: hey danny, wanna share that milkshake?
↳ harrystyles: only with you sandy ❤️
↳ tpwkfan2: if they break up, love isn’t real
↳ fan6.tpwk: PARENTS
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y/n_tech: HARRYWEEN 2022 👻 🎃
ps) @harrystyles i’m hopelessly devoted to you as well <3
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📌 harrystyles: I’ll be hopelessly devoted to you for as long as you want me
↳ harryfan33: y/n pinning this is so real
jefezoff: He just started blushing so hard when you pinned his comment
↳ harrystyles: No need to call me out Jeffery
↳ tpwkrandomname: you know you’re down bad, if you heard/ read this in harry’s voice
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vrittivsanghavi · 2 years
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Okay omw to add chocking to the list of kinks for hslotrry 🫡 …
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“Har-,” Y/n was cut off harshly as Harry gripped her neck tight.
“Did I say you could fucking speak y’slut?” Harry bit out harshly - his body still hovering over her naked one.
She whimpered shaking her head, “That’s what I thought.”
Harry continued his teasing - rubbing his fingers along her folds and dipping into her every so often.
Y/n couldn’t contain her moan when Harry hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“If y’can’t keep your mouth shut, I’ll make y’shut it.”
Soon enough Y/n was on her knees in front of Harry, his large, thick cock in her mouth choking her.
“This ought to keep y’mouth shut,” Harry spoke through gritted teeth as he fucked her mouth.
That kept Y/n’s mouth shut for a while, but when Harry wanted to tease her again like previously, that’s when he brought out their box of toys they kept hidden in the closet.
Harry gagged and tied Y/n to bed continuing his teasing until his cock was hard and twitching and that’s when he fucked Y/n like never before.
@stylessupremacy
Jessica. I swear to lord. I need to stop answering your texts in public💀 BUT THIS FEELS SO REAL 😭LIKE the fact h might say those things irl😭💀
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goldensstateofgrace · 2 years
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Of course!! I’ll get those to you here soon!! (Sorry if my reply’s are spaced out! I’m helping my parents with dinner and stuff!)
Aww that’s okay!! Hopefully you’ll find inspiration soon for those requests!! But I understand! I have a few and I’m not sure how I want to use/write them!!
And I was able to write very little! I had a phone call with my financial advisor with college 😂 but I’m writing hslotrry!! Toronto Night 2 to be exact haha! I switched the plot around a few times so that’s why I’m kind of behind on it! Plus it’s supposed to be smutty and I’m having a hard time with that haha! And I’m really trying to not repeat my self with words and add more detail with my writing so I’ve been really trying to focus on that too!
And I’m sorry I kind of rambled haha!
Don’t worry abt it!! Take your time!
Thank you! And same they’re good requests but I just don’t know how to use them lol
I LOVE THAT!! And I definitely understand lol when I write I feel like I just repeat myself over and over again and then I end up rewriting the whole thing Lmaoo but I can’t wait to read it!! It’s gonna be great!
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harryfeatgaga · 2 years
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I know you don't read a ton of fic, but erodasfishtacos is actually so good!! she has lots of tropes she writes for. my faves are CEOrry, GANGrry, HSLOTrry and MLBrry!!
I do read fic! I’ve never heard of that account till today tho lol
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Harry Styles on this day is superior. This outfit is literally everything for me!! 
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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
word count: 7k+
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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"Harry, we shouldn't be doing this," Y/n whimpered.
Harry's fingers were running along her folds. Her arousal coating his fingers, waiting to be licked clean.
"And why not?" His eyes filled with lust, ready to devour Y/n right then and there.
Harry sucked his fingers clean of her arousal as he waited for her answer. Maybe they should do this because that turned her on even more.
Watching Harry's lips wrap around his fingers, tasting her arousal. Moaning as he swallowed and licking his lips clean.
"I never heard anything, darling." A smirk rested on Harry's lips. He knew exactly how to get to her.
Harry proceeded to rub up and down her folds once more - slipping a finger into her entrance knowing she was going to need to open up.
Y/n's head fell back from where it rested on the sofa, her eyes rolling to the back of her head from the euphoric feeling coursing through her body.
"Har- Harry I need you in me," she murmured.
He added a second finger, curling it inside her to hit a certain spot making her whimpers fill the room.
"Thought we shouldn't do this? Guess y'changed your mind. La mia ragazza bisognosa."
Y/n was too caught up in the way Harry was making her feel to catch that Harry had just called her his needy girl in Italian.
That would have been enough to push her over the edge and make her cum right then and there.
Harry got his willy wrapped and lined it up with her entrance slowly thrusting his hips in her.
Loud whimpers and moans filled the room. Harry's long and thick cock filling her up just right.
"Your m'good girl huh? Always need daddy to please you?"
His hips thrusting into hers. Her walls tightening around his cock sending a pleasurable spark through his body.
Y/n's whimpers becoming weaker, her toes curling, both their loud uneven breathing filling the room.
"Harry m'close," she whimpered out. Her fingers weaving through his hair holding on.
His thrusts were becoming sloppier, "I know, love. Just cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over daddy's cock."
The euphoric sensation becoming too much for Y/n. The ball in her stomach popping, Harry following shortly behind.
"Such a good girl," Harry helped clean her up, himself cleaning up and getting ready for his show tonight.
"That was amazing, Harry. Thank you." Y/n was getting ready herself considering his show was less than an hour away.
"No need to thank m'darling. M'your husband and it's my duty to please you." His smirk never faltered.
"Besides it was a nice little pre-show gift."
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gossiprry-backup · 2 years
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ik ur a harry blog but i just saw a post saying that zayn apparently has 360 days probation, 60 for each day and has to take anger management classes. k don’t know how real it is but 🤷🤷 (@/hslotrry.1 on tiktok)
that’s what a lot of the articles are saying so i guess it’s true. i just hope that he gets the help he needs, and khai is safe and away from yolanda.
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erodasfishtacos · 1 year
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Madison Square Garden XV
Prompt: When Harrys’ goes up at MSG, it makes YN reflect
Warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+
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It wasn’t something that YN ever thought would happen.
It wasn’t because she didn’t believe in Harry - she believed in him more than anyone else on this earth.
But rarely anyone ever gets the opportunities that came his way then continue on the path of success, however, she fell in love with him for how charismatic, charming, and loving he was and so it didn’t surprise her that the world fell in love with him too.
YN knew that Harry was going to be getting the banner at Madison Square Garden tonight but it was going to be a surprise for him - well, he knew there was a banner made but he thought it was just to hang for the night somewhere for decoration.
YN remembers all the hard times, when Harry’s mental health was declining as One Direction decided to split - they knew they were never getting back together but management wouldn’t let them tell the fans that.
His crippling anxiety about what his next steps in life looked like, if he would still have fans, if he had concerts would anybody come?
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They’re in Jamaica, writing and producing for his first album, having been on the island for nearly two months - they were coming to the end of their time there because the album was nearly done, only a few tweaks before they sent it off to Columbia Records.
Harry had been quiet lately, not as animated as he was in the beginning when he was making calls on certain lyrics and fucking around with all of the people there to work on it.
He wouldn’t get out of bed until YN woke him up, he’d drag his feet getting into the studio where he would record and record before trailing back out as they produced and edited.
He was exceptionally clingy to his wife, upset when he couldn’t find her fast enough if she was either somewhere in the mansion or outside enjoying the weather, constantly asking for reassurance about if the music sounds good or if she thinks he can do it, and if she’s proud of him
YN was laying on the private beach, tucked under a massive umbrella, and lounged on a chaise as she edits merch designs on her tablet - the waves barely crashing are a nice sound effect, no overwhelming noise of people or traffic.
She’s brought out of her concentration when she hears a huff coming up from behind her before a tall shadow, Harry appearing with a furrowed brow and a cranky expression on his face as he stands in front of her.
“Been tryin’ to call you to see where you’ve been at,” He says with an annoyed edge, like he had been looking all over for her despite the fact she told him multiple times where she would be, it’s not like they really any connection out here and the Wi-Fi connection is spotty at best.
He was dressed in a red ensemble with Hawaiian floral print, a button up shirt and a pair of shorts that came just above his knees, his hair was so long by this point because he was going to cut it before he left the island - it was in perfect ringlets past his shoulders.
“I’m right here,” YN hums with a shrug, trying to keep the mood light but she wasn’t sure whether this was going to go well or not based on what thoughts were swirling around in his head.
“Budge up,” Harry mumbles before he’s taking the tablet out of her hand and putting it on the little side table then he’s crawling up the lounge chair and flopping on top of her - his face nuzzled in her bare belly and his arms splayed over her thighs.
It’s quiet again as he keeps his face buried in her soft skin, YN’s hands find his long locks, weaving her fingers through it and tugging gently on the knots until they’re gone.
She’s surprised when she feels something wet on her stomach, for a second she’s confused but then it’s followed but sob that has Harry’s body shuddering and his shoulder’s shaking.
“Bunny, what on earth is going on?” YN asks as she moves his head until his chin is digging into her belly and he’s blinking his puffy, teary eyes up at her - the green shimmering under the sun.
He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut - she realizes he is having a panic attack, he never got them before he was in One Direction and he used to get them more frequently but now they’re not so much a common occurrence.
“Hey, hey. You need to breathe for me, baby,” YN soothes softly, sitting up a bit more and cupping his cheeks - she makes exaggerated inhales and exhales that Harry follows by breathing in through his mouth and out through his nose, “Everything is okay. There’s nothing to be panicked about. You’re safe.”
“I’m ju-just,” Harry’s as he tries to talk through his heavy breathing, “What if I release this album and I fail? What if it doesn’t chart? What if I can’t sell enough tickets to a concert?”
“ I really, really doubt that would happen. But if it happens, that’s out of our control. You’ll still be Harry with a loving family and loving friends, a home, and your health. That’s what's most important at the end of the day.”
Harry nods, eyes looking off to the side like he’s embarrassed to say the next thing, “I’m worried that if I fail, you’ll leave me.”
YN doesn’t mean to make light of it but she can’t help the snort that leaves her, her hands coming to cup his cheeks until they’re smushed in her palms, “I loved you when you were a curly, poorly dressed fifteen year old. I will love you if you’re a twenty-three year old flop.”
He’s trying really hard not to smile and keep his grumpy expression but he can’t help himself when he leaves down to nip at the skin of her hip meanly, “I was not poorly dressed. You just didn’t have any fashion sense.”
“A skinny scarf and clunky purple trainers isn’t style,” YN giggles lightly, moving to thumb away his tears as his hands move to massage at her plush where he had just bit her.
“Enough style that you let me get in your pants,” Harry dimples boyishly as he ducks back down to kiss at the skin above her bikini bottoms, “Gonna let me get in ‘em again?”
-
Harry didn’t think he could do it but then he was selling out show after show on his first tour, he was hitting the charts with ease, and by the time Fine Line came around - he was by far the most popular male singer in the industry.
After Harry’s House release, well, it had been overwhelming.
He had truly never thought that it could get any bigger than his Fine Line Era.
But then Harry’s House happened with singles like As It Was, Late Night Talking, and Music For A Sushi Restaurant - even though all of his songs from the album had charted at least once.
The residency had been by far one of the most amazing experiences in his life but also the most exhausting too - there was a sadness that this was his last show for his first New York residency but it felt right, he was ready to have a small break before he moved onto Austin for the next round.
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YN only found out two days beforehand about the banner. She was so excited to know he would have a permanent mark on the arena and fifteen happened to be her lucky number.
She only found it fitting that she went with Harry Lambert to get a small fifteen tattooed on her bum to give her husband another surprise at the end of the night when they went back home.
Harry had been incredibly pouty that night when she got back from ‘dinner’ with Harry Lambert and wasn’t able to undress her.
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YN really had went out to dinner with Lambert but forgone the detail of stopping at their favorite New York City tattoo parlour for a visit.
Harry hadn’t want to go out anyways which worked because he’d be suspicious when YN told him he wasn’t invited.
Instead, he lounged around their house all day in Tribeca, binge-watching all the shows he needs to catch up on and napping periodically throughout the day.
When YN finally gets home around ten, Harry is (im)patiently waiting for her on the couch with shower damp hair and just a pair of boxers.
“Hi bunny,” She greets as she drops a few shopping bags near the entryway, filled with new outfits and accessories to wear to the concerts, “Have a good night?”
“Missed you the whole time,” Harry mumbles with a pouted out bottom lip as he heaves himself off the sofa and pads towards her where she’s grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge.
YN has to bit back a yelp of pain when Harry innocently smacks her ass right over where her fresh tattoo is - a tingling ache radiating through her legs as she has to act nonchalant.
“Bum looks great in those jeans,” Harry murmurs and oh fuck, it’s deep and raspy like it only gets when he’s turned on and about to initiate something.
She has to think quickly of how to turn him down without him catching on because earlier today she teased him with the promise of something later before remembering her tattoo appointment.
“I started my period,” YN lies when his hands wrap around her to undo her jean’s button, his lips are brushing against the nape of her neck and he’s pushing his hips into her so she can feel how much he wants her.
Harry pauses for a second, hands massaging at her belly, “S’never stopped us before. You know I don’t care about that. Just want to fuck m’wife, been thinking of your cunt all day.”
“I know, it’s my cramps. They’re really killing me, started when I was out to dinner with Lamby,” She responds, turning around on his arms until they’re making eye contact - his cheeks are pink with arousal, his nipples hard, his body is unbelievable - it legitimately looks carved out of marble.
Harry is an amazing husband above all else because even though she knows he’s bummed, he hides it well so that she doesn’t feel bad.
She just has to reward him, “Doesn’t mean I can’t give you something, yeah?”
YN takes charge and steps forward, pushing him backwards until his back hits the kitchen island and she’s kneeling down in front of him.
Her fingers slowly tuck into the waistband of his briefs, beginning to tug down, and reveal the nearly trimmed hair that leads down to the thick base of him.
“Baby,” Harry whines in more of a higher pitch, he is so submissive when he gets surprise blowies - just wanting her mouth.
It did a good enough job of distracting him that night.
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Tyler was so incredibly excited to be on staff for Love On Tour residency at Madison Square Garden.
All of the shows had been amazing, he’d been able to watch them from the sidelines because he helped set up for the concert each night at the merchandise stands and other odds and ends jobs that they needed a hand with.
He’d normally not see Harry before the show because he was more outside the stage area in the entrance and halls - he’d occasionally spot him but it was mere glimpses.
Tyler had met his wife, YN, on the first day when she came to show them how she wanted the merchandise stands and picture opportunity shoots to be set up.
He was surprised when she was so kind, physically helping them set up, not just pointing and directing them with orders.
Today was different though, the crew was tasked with putting boas on every single seat in the arena - the rumor is that Harry bought all of them to celebrate his final show.
After making sure the merchandise stands were arranged how they needed to be, he headed into the stage area to grab a box of boas like the rest of his coworkers and head to a section to begin laying them over every single chair.
As he’s doing so, maybe thirty boas in, he spots two people out of the corner of his eyes, and when he turns his head, he realizes that he’s looking at Harry Styles and his wife YN.
Harry’s dressed in a vintage looking tee shirt, athletic shorts, and trainers with his growing locks tucked into a claw clip atop his head.
YN was dressed in a sports bra, high waisted athletic leggings, and trainers with her hair pulled up into a high ponytail.
Tyler thinks that he‘s far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s staring at them as they head over to a lower level section of stairs and place down their water bottles.
They do multiple different exercises from jogging the stairs, to lunges up them, to skipping two/three steps at a time - it was quite impressive but halfway through the intense workout YN plops onto one of the seats and instead watches as her husband finish his workout.
Tyler is closer now, about a section away as he continues his duty, when Harry seemingly is complete with his exercises, he tugs his shirt over his head as it’s absolutely drenched with sweat.
His eyes nearly bug out of his head when he sees how fucking fit he is, like he knew he was in good shape but his biceps were bigger than he’d remember, his stomach was solid muscle defined in his pecs, his abdomen, he was definitely not just doing cardio - he had to be lifting weights too.
Tyler’s eyes widen even further when he notices YN’s sneaky wandering hand as it slips up the back of his shorts to squeeze him bum before she’s giving him an innocent smile.
Shit, he can’t blame her for trying to cop a feel.
Harry turns to look at his wife, a playful gleam in his eyes as they make eye contact for a moment - it looked like they were communicating without saying any words because within the next minute, YN is out of her seat and running away from Harry, down the stairs and onto the floor of the arena.
Harry gives her only a few seconds of a head start before he’s chasing after her, taking the stairs quickly and when YN turns her head to look back and sees that he’s hot on her heels, she lets out a girlish squeal, and tries to speed up.
“M’gonna get you, baby,” Harry warns with a laugh, he’s so much faster than his wife but gives her a little lead to keep it fun, she’s running towards the stage at this point, and Harry finally decides the games over, jog turning into a sprint until he’s wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her back into his body.
YN lets out a delighted giggle when he leans down to nip at her neck before moving up to whisper something in her ear which makes her melt a little, her body relaxing back into his, and allowing him to just hold her for a moment.
Tyler can’t help but think it’s adorable, how in love they are, and he was a fan of One Direction so he knows that they’ve been together since high school, and it was obvious that she was his biggest support.
After a minute of cuddling, someone is calling Harry’s name, and then they’re separating but Harry still reaches for her hand before they start trailing back towards the dressing rooms.
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“I am so proud of you, Bunny. Fifteen nights,” YN murmurs as she sorts out Harry’s curls, the stylist already worked on them but Harry was particular about how they looked and swore only YN could manage his curls.
“Doesn’t seem real,” He murmurs, eyes meeting his wife’s through the mirror, “I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I hope you know that, baby. I’m here because of you.”
“You’re here because you’re talented, kind-hearted, and charismatic,” YN reframes his words, she definitely thinks she’s played a part in his success but doesn’t want to downplay how he really did all the work, “And your dimples.”
Harry furrows his brow like he’s thinking deeply, shaking his head as he turns around and pulls her down onto his lap, “You got me through everything. All the good but you stuck with me through all the bad and there were a lot of bands, especially in the band.”
-
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Harry yells, startling everyone in the room, “I’m sick of being treated like this. I haven’t had a day off in month, haven’t had more than five hours to sleep, and none of you fucking care!”
Management was staring at him with blank, uncaring expressions as they watched him have a meltdown - they’d been touring for years at this point, hundreds of tour dates, and no time to themselves.
“The fact that you guys are trying to make me do a photo op on my day off,” Harry scoffs, his voice was still raised and he was leaning tensely against the wall - they were telling him that on his only day off in months that YN and him had to do a pap walk, “I’m not fucking do it. You’re not going to exploit my girlfriend either. She is not contractually obligated like I am.”
“Mr. Styles, I know that touring is diff-“ A man in a suit tries to smooth over.
“No, no you fuckin’ don’t,” Harry sneers angrily and YN knows this is about to get bad because rarely, rarely would he every swear at people, “You don’t know what it’s like to not be in your own bed for months at a time, I don’t have time to take my girlfriend out on a fuckin’ date, and when I do I am swarm by fans. You do not fucking know what my life is like.”
Harry then kicks the massive potted plant next time him, the pot shattering on the floor as the soil and leaves spill all over the hotel’s pristine white carpets, and YN moves into action before anything gets worse.
“He needs a day for his mental health,” YN interrupts, standing and wrapping her hand around his wrist to pull him away from the mess, “Nowhere in his contract does it state he has to do a certain amount of photo ops. If you have any questions, you can contact his lawyers.”
Harry lets YN lead him out of the conference room by the hand, beginning down the hall towards the elevator so they can go back up to their hotel room but as she’s guides them, she hears a sniffle and then a sob.
She turns around to see Harry wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, his long locks covering his face like a curtain, and YN wants to stop to comfort him but she also doesn’t want to risk a fan spotting them in this very public hallway.
YN gets them up to their room while Harry cries, they didn’t have to been at the venue for a few hours still, and so she takes them to the bedroom where she strips him out of his barely button, button-up, and then out of his Chelsea boots and tight black skinny jeans.
Then she’s getting him into bed before following right behind and spooning him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and pulling him back into her - he loved being the little spoon.
“I’m sorry I acted that way,” Harry apologizes shakily, his shoulders were shuttering on every cry, and he curls in on himself like he’s trying to be small, “I embarrassed you.”
YN kisses across the back of his warm shoulders, “The only people who should be embarrassed are your management. You did not embarrass me, please don’t apologize, bunny. I know how stressed out you are.”
“I just want a break. I just want to be able to take you somewhere, a nice private beach, and have a week alone with you,” Harry sniffles, burrowing his face in the pillow, “I feel so fucking trapped sometimes.”
YN continues to kiss along his back, the nape of his neck, the caps of his shoulders, and within a minute or two of silent, YN notices his breath evening out and a light snore - he was so exhausted he couldn’t even stay awake to cry if he had the chance to sleep.
YN holds him really fucking tight.
-
YN was having a blast at the concert, the crowd was in great spirits, all decorated with colorful boas and amazing outfits.
Anne, Gemma, other friends, and family had come to experience the banner being displayed for Harry - he thought they were just here because it was the last show of his first residency.
It comes to the point in the show where a lady steps out onto stage, thanking Harry for providing amazing shows, and YN can tell straight away he’s getting emotional as he puts his hand over his mouth to hide his expression.
“A permanent banner, that will stay in Madison Square Garden to remember the amazing fifteen nights,” She announces as the crowd goes absolutely wild.
YN can feel the phones, flashes, videos on her reaction as fan’s record her, there are tears streaming down her face as she watches Harry seeing his banner raised to the ceiling - his eyes watering with unspoken feelings.
Anne and Gemma both wrap around her and hug her tightly as she wipes her tears carefully to avoid ruining her makeup, she was so fucking proud of her husband, and she wanted the world to know.
After it’s placed, Harry takes a deep breath before thanking everyone for supporting him, he blows kisses, and then says, “I think after the show, I may just sit, and stare a it for a while.”
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Tyler is on the clean-up crew, the show had been amazing but there were feathers everywhere from the cheap boas, it was his and his coworkers job to clean up the aftermath of the concert.
All the fans had filed out by now, tons of cleanup crew on all levels of the seating with garbage bags and brooms to try to make this place presentable again, Tyler is on the floor where the pit had been.
He notices two figures sitting on the floor of the pit, across the way, and realizes quickly that it’s Harry and his wife.
Harry sat back on his hands with his knees bent with YN tucks in between them but he then moved back up, wrapping his arms round her belly and resting his chin on her shoulder.
It takes him a moment to realize that they’re gazing up at his banner, talking softly enough that he has no chance of hearing what they’re saying but his lips are pressed to her temple.
Tyler does hear Harry’s laugh echo and he’s using his hoodie sleeve to dab at his wife’s cheeks, wiping tears away, and pulling her even closer to kiss her face and shoulders.
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“Darlin’, you’re going to make me cry again,” Harry chuckles as he wipes her tears.
“I know, I’m just so fucking proud of you,” YN sniffles as she nuzzles back into him, they’d just been sitting there, staring at the banner, for at least half an hour, and it was still not feeling quite real, “You’re amazing.”
“Thank you,” He whispers in her ear, lips brushing against her, “I couldn’t have do this without you. This is your banner too, sweetheart.”
YN shakes her in disagreement, “It’s you, all you. So proud of you as my best friend, as my husband, as my everything.”
Something clicks with Harry and his lips become more purposeful as they kiss at her jaw, then along her neck, and the hand rest the outside of her hoodie dips underneath the palm at her belly.
“Harry,” YN gasps softly when he sucks a mark on her throat - his intentions had shifted nowand they were clear, he wanted her, and now.
“Yeah baby,” He drawls distractedly like there were hundreds of people still around them, thumbing at her soft skin near her belly button, “Just turns me on that m’wife is so fucking supportive of me.”
“Come on, let’s go back home,” YN giggles when his lips don’t stop moving on her skin until she’s pulling away and standing up, helping him up to and his eyes are predatory as he checks her out from head to toe.
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Harry is on her the moment they’re home, crashing into the entryway table where a vase topples over but luckily doesn’t break when it hits the ground as Harry is tugging off her hoodie then her sports bra.
“Fuck,” YN moans when he pushes her up against the nearest wall, his large hands moving to cup her breasts as he ducks down to wrap his lips around one hard bud as he thumbs at the other, “Feels good.”
“Gonna make you feel even better,” Harry promises before taking her nipple between his teeth, she lets out a pained mewl at the pleasant mixture of ache and arousal, hands weaving into his hair to keep him to her, “Gonna fuck you right here then take you to bed and eat your cunt until your legs are shaking.”
“Yes, c’mon,” YN gasps eagerly, moving to tug off his sweatshirt and shirt before going to his shorts but he’s rough tonight, shaking off her hands and kneeling down to shimmy her leggings off her hips, taking her thong with it as he leans forward to suck lovebites into her thick thighs, “Fuck me, H. Come on, bunny.”
“Yeah, I got you, darling,” Harry rumbles raspily, getting the rest of his clothes off, and by this point, YN had completely forgot about the tiny tattoo she had gotten on her bum to surprise him.
So when he turns her around, her hands braced against the wall, he pauses in confusion when he sees something new on her skin that wasn’t there last time he saw her backside.
“Did you….baby,” Harry huffs out in surprise, thumb coming to run over the still puffy skin, kneeling back down to cup her cheeks in his hand, and gaze at the small fifteen tattooed there, “I…How the fuck did I get so lucky? Hm? Tell me.”
“I love you, proud of you. I wanted to remember this night forever,” YN manages but her voice is shaky because he’s biting at her before standing up, lifting one of her legs, and thrusting in.
“Never forget this,” Harry promises, his strong chest against her back as she’s pressed to the wall, “I love you more than anything.”
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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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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.
-
“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.
-
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.
-
“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.
-
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.
-
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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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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Perfect To Me
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prompt: harry loses his ring at coachella but luckily the right fan finds it
warnings: depictions of an anxiety attack, a pinch of smut, minors dni 18+
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Harry was having the time of his life, Coachella two weekends in a row seemed unreal but as he danced across stage with hundreds of thousands of fans - reality was much better than a dream.
Lizzo had done incredible, he couldn’t have found a better person to cover I Will Survive with and the energy of the crowd was palpable.
YN was enjoying the show just as much with her friends in the small vip section off to the side in front of the stage - it was the same people as last week but Alessandro, Harris, Gemma, among others that made it even more exciting.
It had also been hotter than the weekend before, sweat was dripping down his temple and the leather of his ensemble was sticking rather uncomfortably to his damp body.
Kiwi was by far in his top songs that he loved to perform live, it was no different this time as Harry is absolutely headbanging, dancing, losing it to his own song.
YN loved watching him get so lost in the moment that he doesn’t care that anyone is watching him, she could see the telltale signs of him reaching his limit before his energy started to drop off.
Harry wasn’t thinking, he was completely immersed in the experience that he didn’t notice his wedding band sliding on his finger from the sweat and water he’d spilled when he sipped from his water bottle with jittery hands.
When he’s parading down the runway, he whips his water bottle around - spraying the fans with water before slamming it off the ground and the plastic goes flying.
It’s when the bottle leaves his hand, he feels his ring slip right off with it but it’s too late when he looks down at his hand to notice his fucking wedding band is missing.
The ring he never took off.
Even when he went without all of the bulky, heavy rings he liked to wear, he can’t remember the last time he’d taken off - so much so that there’s a tanline highlighting where the band had covered his skin.
Music pounding in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his body - he still manages to sing but is now panicking because he knows the ring went flying off the stage into the crowd.
He feels like he’s about to have a full fledged panic attack - something he hasn’t had for a very long time because he just lost his most treasured possession in a crowd of young adults who he knows would snatch it up in a heartbeat without any thoughts to return it to him.
YN notices that he’s off almost instantly, she watches as his vocals tighten up and he’s not dancing nearly as much as he was before, his eyes darting over the crowd quickly like he’s searching for someone or something.
She wonders briefly if someone threw something at him and hurt him, that’s happened in the past too many times to count.
As the song comes to an end, Harry makes his way back to his main microphone stand for the finale of Sign of the Times and on one of the very first notes, his voice cracks like it rarely ever does unless he’s really not focusing on his vocals.
YN is already weaving through the crowd with her bodyguard to get to the side stage to greet him when he is done because now she’s concerned.
Harry can barely focus on remembering his own lyrics to a song he’s sung countless times, keeps looking his his left hand as if he just expects it to reappear.
The thing is, Harry has lost things in the past and hasn’t gotten them returned.
Instead pictures end up plastered all over Twitter of people celebrating their find and bragging about it to others.
He doesn’t think he could bear to see a picture of his wedding band circulating on Twitter as a fan shows off the most important things he owns like it is meaningless.
It’s not even about the price of the ring, it was the fact that his wife had slid it down his finger during a ceremony where they committed themselves to each other for their entire lives.
It was the fact that it symbolizes so much.
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“Do you think we’re too young to get married?” YN asks self-consciously, one night after a stop on their Where We Are Tour, crammed into a small bunk on the tour bus.
Harry who had been toying with her engagement ring on her finger looks up with a frown, “Why would you say that?”
YN shrugs dismissively before murmuring, “I overheard Eleanor and Salma talking in the dressing room. They said I’m stupid for saying yes because you’re not going to settle down when you could get anyone you wanted.”
Harry can’t help but laugh, smoothing out the furrow between her brow when she gives in a disgruntled glare.
“Just don’t how you could even bloody listen to their bullshit for more than a minute, really,” He chuckles softly, “I’ve wanted to make you m’wife since we were sixteen. I’ve waiting long enough. I want to experience this life with you. No one else. Pretty soon I’ll have a ring on my finger that shows the world too.”
-
When he misses her, if she wasn’t on tour, he’ll just twirling the band as a way to feel closer to her and not to mention the absolute arousal it made his wife feel when she saw that ring on his finger.
She’s pulled him aside an embarrassing amount of times just to jump his bones because of how sexy it was that he had a wedding band on his finger.
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“Sweetheart, wha’ brought this on?” Harry giggles between the kisses that YN was laying on his lips as she hurriedly tried to unbutton his shirt.
“Just look so domestic,” She replies, determined to get him naked with rushed movements, lips moving down his chest as he’s bared, “Have that ring on your finger, letting everyone know you’re mine.”
And as soon as her lips wrap around him, his head is clunking against the wall and he’s moaning, “Yeah, baby. Yeah, I’m yours. S’yours.”
-
He was terrified that his wife was going to be furious with him for being irresponsible or that she was going to be heartbroken because he doesn’t want either because he was just as upset as she will be.
Harry was definitely on the verge of an anxiety attack as he shied away from the high notes at the end of the song - his throat felt tight and it was a struggle to get the lyrics out.
The crowd doesn’t seem happy when Harry makes his final bow and goodbye speech barely a minute long before he’s disappearing off the side stage.
There’s even chatter about whether he’s doing an encore because of how quickly he left his set but once the lights come up, they grumble when they realize he wasn’t coming back out.
“Bunny, what is going on with you?” YN asks instantly when he meets her at the exit but he doesn’t respond, just shakes his head and drags her into the tent where, like last week, the crew is bustling around.
“You look like you’re about to pass out, H,” She states when he still hasn’t spoken but she’s confused when he just pulls her into a hug and buries his face in her hair - chest heaving and she’s not sure whether it’s from performing or something else, “You need to talk to me, baby.”
When he pulls back, she’s no longer just confused but alarmed when there’s tears streaming down his cheeks and his sniffling fiercely, “I-baby, I can’t breathe.”
“Yes, yes you can, bunny,” YN soothes softly, leading him to the couch; fully understanding he’s having a panic attack and needs comfort right now, “C’mon, let’s steady your breathing. Everything is okay.”
Harry sits down, tugging YN onto his lap and pushing his face into her shoulder now as he struggles to catch a breath between his tears.
She doesn’t remember the last time he’d had an anxiety attack like this, it’s been at least a year, it didn’t happen often.
The group of their friends are trailing back to them, chattering and oblivious until they get closer - YN motions to them that they need to get lost in the nicest way possible.
They appeared concerned but respect them, backing away and disappearing out into the field to give them space.
“H, I need you to try to catch your breath,” YN encourages as she weaves her hands into his damp locks, scratching at his scalp in an effort to calm down.
“M-my ring f-fell off. It went into th-the crowd, I’ve lost it,” He admits against her skin, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her as close as he possibly can.
“You’ve lost rings in the past. What is making you get this upset?” YN asks obliviously, she didn’t even think of his wedding band - she just assumed it was one of his many gucci rings that had been a gift.
YN clearly remembers Harry losing his rose ring during a concert and being bummed that he couldn’t find it but not this inconsolable.
“My we-wedding band,” Harry whispers, bringing up his hand to show her before saying between tears, “I know it’s gone. No ones gonna return it. They never do. Baby, m’sorry. Please don’t be cross with me, I can believe I was so stupid and -“
YN is upset that Harry lost his wedding band but it’s not directed at him, not his fault that it slipped off and disappeared into a crowd of a hundred thousand people.
Of course the ring means a lot to her, is symbolic of their relationship and marriage but at the end of the day, it wasn’t worth Harry having a breakdown because though the ring was special, it wasn’t as important as Harry being okay.
She takes her thumbs and runs them along his stubbly cheeks, wiping away the wetness as he stares sadly at her - eyes wide and guilty.
“I would never be mad at you over something like this,” YN chuckles at him as he tilts his head to the side to kiss her palm, “I’m sad that it’s lost but accidents happen. I’m more worried about you having a panic attack than a piece of jewelry.”
“It’s my favorite possession,” Harry rasps, relieved that she wasn’t furious or heartbroken like he was catastrophizing would happen.
-
“I can’t believe I’m a married man,” Harry murmurs happily as the wind lightly blows around them in the crisp, salty night air.
“Tied down at twenty,” YN giggles from where she’s lounging against his chest, laid between his legs on the lounger, “You're giving up a lot of opportunities, rockstar.”
“Not giving up anything,” He corrects her, letting her twist the band back and forth on his finger, “Our age doesn’t matter, my love. Belonged to you since we were kids anyways. M’yours, my body, mind, has and always will be yours. Now you just officially own me.”
YN brings his left hand up to her lips, kissing his ring, and then the palm of his hand before snuggling further back into his warmth, “My husband.”
“Yeah, baby. M’your husband,” Harry agrees once again as they watch the waves crash down on each other before fading out at the shore.
-
“I hate seeing you this devastated, it’s breaking my heart,” YN frowns as she continues to wipe at the falling tears, “I just want you to be happy, celebrating all this success.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” Harry sighs, leaning into her touch and purposefully avoiding the eye contact of all the curious crew, “I’m fucking everything up.”
“Don’t ever apologize for your feelings, bunny,” YN smiles lovingly, thumb running over his plump bottom lip, “Just take a few minutes and just breathe with me. I need you to get your breathing under control or you’re going to get light headed.”
Harry nods in agreement, let’s YN guide his head until his ear is against her chest where he can hear the calming, steady thumping of her heart and tries to match the pace - squeezing his eyes closed and inhaling through his nose.
She just holds him as he breathes in through his nose and out through his mouth, her hands wandering all over him to keep him grounded, and giving harsh glares to anyone who even looks in their direction.
Then his sobs pick up again, not as much as before but YN titters and pulls his head up, searching his watery eyes and his flushed face, “What has gotten into you, baby?”
“Not only di-did I fuck up by losing my ring, now I’ve ruined the entire night. I had something planned to surprise you with and now it’s all fucked,” He whimpers unhappily, his jaw flexing and right now he looked like a sixteen year old boy again who just got declined at the first X factor round and she can’t stand it.
-
“I do-don’t know why I even bothered,” Harry cries as he walks off the main stage, surrounded by YN, Anne, Gemma, Robin, and his cousin, Matt.
“I’m so proud of you though,” YN tries to give him a small smile, she was disappointed for him but knew it had been a long shot.
“You don’t have to lie. I butchered the song, shouldn’t have sung it,” He huffs, using his scarf to wipe at the tears on his cheeks.
“Don’t have to believe me but I am,” YN argues as she drags him into a hug, “Can’t wait to tell everyone at school that my boyfriend sang in front of the X factor judges.”
“Really?” He sniffles, peeking up at her to make sure she isn’t lying before his name is being called to walk back onto the stage.
-
That was nearly twelve years ago but right now, as her now much more muscular, tall, manly husband still had the same expression he did then.
The same wet green eyes with thick, black eyelashes blinking up at her, his cheeks pink from scrubbing at them, his lips parted as he tried to breath steady.
She loved him so fucking much.
Right now, she felt extremely defensive of him and didn’t like all the stares that he was receiving even when he didn’t notice them.
YN slips off his lap, grabs his duffle, and scrounges until she pulls out his neon yellow pleasing hoodie, athletic shorts, new socks, and his nike running shoes.
“Let’s go back to the hotel. We’ll have more privacy there, okay?” YN murmurs as she helps him off the couch and shimmies off his vest before going to undo his belt buckle and button until he can step out of them and change his street clothes.
YN feels overdressed now in her one piece denim outfit with her cowgirl hat still hung around her neck with a string and boots that were blistering the back of her feet. *** (there’s also an HS on her bum)
Harry, despite how clouded he is by his anxiety and dread, always notices and doesn’t hesitate before he’s pulling out her more comfortable clothes as well.
Unlike him, she doesn’t have the confidence to strip her clothes in front of anyone and gives him a peck before running to the bathroom to change into a hoodie and black biker shorts, now comfortable slides on her feet.
When she steps out, Harry is waiting obediently by the door - eyes downcast and avoidant of anyone who comes near him.
She hated seeing him like this, crawling back into his shell and into himself when he felt unsure or upset instead of the bright beacon of light he usually is.
“Come on, my love,” YN hums softly, not giving him an option as she intertwines their hands - his much larger one completely encompassing hers.
YN doesn’t think this breakdown is just because of the ring or ruined night. She just guesses those were icing in the cake.
These major performances, headlining, releasing new music - it was overwhelming because people expected and relied so much on him that sometimes he just hit his breaking point and couldn’t take anymore stress.
Before they can exit the tent, Harry Lambert is calling after them - shouting at them to stop and YN tenses in preparation to give him a piece of her mind which was usually her husband’s job.
“What? We’re heading back to the hotel. Harry’s not trying on any outfits right now,” YN tells him firmly because sometimes he’ll try his luck at Harry testing out some new outfits sent in by designers.
“S’not that. There’s some fan who thinks she found Harry’s wedding band and she wants to return it to you. I looked at it and it’s a exact replica if it’s not yours but I told her -“
“Bring her back here,” Harry interrupts, flashing Lambert his bare ring finger, “It fell off during the set. I thought I lost it for good.”
“ I can just snag it from her-“
“I want to thank her,” He cuts him off again, his bottom lip almost quivering with relief - he’s trying not to give his hopes up but what are the chances.
-
Mariah doesn’t think she’s ever had more fun at a concert, only two people back from the barrier, and she could see every detail on Harry Styles’ outfit and body.
And not to mentioned YN’s, she looked unreal in the body hugging dark denim outfit with her chest on display and an HS on her bum to match Harry - like she was his property.
It was an unreal experience and she was devastated that it was over as the lights came up - atmosphere quickly dying out as the energy dissipates.
Harry had left the stage abruptly and without his normal farewell, she chalked it up to that he might have been feeling ill.
It takes a while for people to file out of the grassy area in an orderly fashion, when it’s finally her turn, she bends down to grab her purse when she notices a glint in the blades of grass.
Mariah curiously runs her hand across the area, bringing up a gold ring that has a large emerald cut diamond in the center.
***(imagine it in gold)
For a moment, she thinks that someone just lost a piece of costume jewelry but when she examines it closer - the diamond look real based on the way it sparkles when hit with her phone light.
It looks oddly familiar but she is not sure if she’s just imagining things, she flips it in her palm, and notices something engraved in the inside of the band.
eternally yours, (YN’s initial).
Holy shit.
Mariah was now ninety-five percent sure that this was none other than Harry fucking Styles ring and she just blinked down in it surprise.
She googles it quickly in her photo search, confirming it is his ring when a article pops up with the title.
Harry Styles Goes Nontraditional With His $125,000 Tiffany & Co. wedding band!
Mariah realizes she’s holding the amount that her college tuition cost in the palm of her hand right now - it was insane.
She had to get it back to him and has no idea how to do that.
Her hands were shaking as she glanced around at the remaining people around her, back to the small group where Harry's friends and family had been.
Mariah spots Harry Lambert speaking to someone she doesn’t recognize and she rushes over to the barrier, breathlessly interrupting, “Harry, Harry!”
The stylist gives her a bit of a confused glance before giving her a small wave and returning to his conversation.
She felt awkward, like she was being a bother but she spoke up again, “I think I have something that Harry Styles lost.”
That grabs the blond’s attention, saying something to his friend before he’s making his way over to the barrier - a perplexed expression on his face.
Mariah holds out the ring and the stylist takes it, brows furrowed as he examines it but she’s surprised when he doesn’t seem convinced - like it was just a knockoff replica and she was just trying to see if it could get her backstage to meet Harry.
“Let me go check with him,” Lambert replies hesitantly, handing the ring back to her before muttering, “I’ll be right back.”
-
It seems like an eternity but in reality, it was probably only ten minutes before Harry Lambert is reappearing to address Mariah, “Come with me.”
She’s shocked by this, she thought that if it was really his that his stylist would collect the piece of jewelry and send her on her merry way.
Very very quickly she realizes that she’s probably about to meet Harry Styles as Lambert guides her into the tent.
And she was right.
Mariah is absolutely shaking with nerves when she’s led into a lounge area where none other than her fucking idol and his wife are sitting.
Her eyes instantly begin tracing over every part of him close up - his stubble, how pink his lips are, how muscular he actually is.
His face is red, puffy like he’d been crying and Mariah wonders if it was because he had lost his wedding band, it makes her stomach drop.
He stands up with a small smile when Mariah and Lambert arrive in front of him, she brings her hand out and Harry reaches out with his palm - dropping the ring in it.
Harry swallows heavily as he gives the ring a quick once over before sliding it back down his ring finger as quickly as he possibly can.
“I cannot thank you enough…” Harry rasps, his voice was deep and his accent took her by surprise for some reason.
“Mariah,” She answers with a wide smile.
“Thank you, Mariah,” He reiterates softly, then he does the unexpected and tugs her into a tight hug, a big bear hug.
It didn’t feel like real life - Harry, Harry Styles was currently hugging her and she can smell how wonderful his cologne is, how strong he is, and warm.
The hug only lasts a moment but as soon as they separate she’s being embraced by another person, his wife before she pulls back and smiles at her.
“We are so incredibly grateful,” YN tells her sweetly before stepping back next to her husband, “Thank you for returning it to us.”
Mariah doesn’t miss how Harry’s arm snakes around his wife’s waist and brings her straight into the curve of his side, fingers squeezing lovingly at her plushy hip.
“Of-of course,” The fan responds with a stutter due to the nerves still flaring up in her belly at being in such close proximity to her favorite celebrity.
“Let us repay you,” Harry says as he eyes Jeff, “Go get some pleasing merch and a sharpie.”
Mariah thanks him multiple times as he hands her a massive bag full of free hoodies, scarves, polishes - he pulls out a few things to sign with a black marker.
Jeff reports that he has one more thing to grab for Mariah, Harry Lambert leads her over to the fridge and offers her a drink which she accepts a water.
While her and the stylist are making small talk, Mariah can't help but overhear Harry and YN’s hushed conversation.
YN had her hands around his neck, stepping on his toes, and murmuring to him, “See? Everything’s okay, bunny. Now stop worrying, I love you. You’re perfect to me, you know?”
Harry gives his wife an embarrassed smile before leaning down to brush his nose against hers, whispering something back to his wife that Mariah can’t hear.
Whatever he says makes YN giggles girlishly before pecking his lips three times before pulling away, laughing even more when Harry lips try to chase after hers for one more.
Mariah leaves the tent with an experience she’ll never forget, a bag full of sign merch, and tickets to one of Harry’s upcoming shows - front row.
She decides not to plaster their business all over the internet because seeing how in love the couple truly is reminds her of how they’re human just like her who deserve privacy and respect.
-
Harry’s surprise turned out to be that he got the roof of the hotel closed off, had his team set up candles, and flowers all around the rooftop pool in the hopes of a romantic date night.
“After you fucked me so good last weekend,” Harry rumbles when they arrive at the top floor and into the pool area, “I thought it’d be romantic to have a nice date up here, possibly some pool sex.”
“Mmm, the most romantic,” YN agrees with a chuckle because it was such a sweet gesture but she could also tell the panic attack took so much out of Harry.
Instead of stripping their clothes off to swim, YN guides them over to a hammock that was set up between two of the pillars and they pile in together.
She lets Harry be the one to get cuddled, he lays his head in her chest with his arm over her tummy, legs intertwined with hers.
His eyes are already drifting shut as she begins to rake her fingers through his messy locks, massaging at his temples with her thumbs.
He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t have the chance because he’s lightly snoring within ten minutes of them even being in the hammock.
At the end of the day, the big bad sex symbol of a man was still the same sensitive boy she fell in love with all those years ago.
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