#like people who joined after harry started singing still the one who are just like sure thats why it's associated with him like NOOO

[statementlou]

Please tell me you get that all I do is about performing not larry. That metaphorical comparison between performing and addiction is all over Walls: Habit, Aways You, Kill My Mind.

if you think that even one of Louis' songs or even individual lyrics is straightforwardly about only one thing I feel sorry for you, that you are missing out on the number one thing that characterizes his writing style- the clever overlap and interplay of meanings and references in every line- and for him, that his fans are out here completely oblivious to the thing he is, I would guess, proudest of about his lyrical craft, the thing that's his writing SIGNATURE, in favor of just being like "x is just About this and only this that's what he Means period end of". The Way I Do is or can be about lots of things, but that has nothing to do with the fact that for Louis to use phrases such as "it's not one thing it's everything" and "next to you" (and both in a single verse even) that had been catchphrases and slogans basically of the larry fandom for a decade at the time he wrote and recorded that does not exist in a vacuum and is kind of fucking unhinged (and there's literally zero chance he doesn't Know). And the habit reference is used the same as he uses it on Walls; as a fluid is it love or is it addiction is it love of a person or of the fans/ performing metaphor. Of course it refers to that! And that doesn't for one second rule out or even make less likely that it also refers to any number of other things, have some damn appreciation for his CRAFT and subtlety!

[avatar-anna]

Idk if you like this concept but i can't stop thinking about harry with swiftie y/n who always sings London Boy to him. And likes to tease him about the fact that he dated Taylor

swiftie!y/n by @harrysfolklore is superior, but i did my best!

(also, i know london boy isn't actually about harry, he's just being a tease)

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“Hello everyone. My name is Y/n Y/l/n, but only because my boyfriend hasn't proposed to me yet.”

In the dim lighting, you could just make out Harry's figure at the back of the bar, where he promptly flipped you off. Laughing a bit, you continued.

“He told me we weren’t going home tonight until I got up here and performed, and while you are all a lovely bunch, I fear I am growing a little tired, so here I am.”

You and Harry were spending some time in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact. He'd just come off his first solo tour, and you both thought it would be nice to get away for a little while. He liked Japan, and you had never been, so it was perfect.

In the few weeks of being in Japan, you and Harry frequented a couple of places, one of which was a karaoke bar a few blocks from the apartment you were staying at. It was all locals and the two of you, but everyone was welcoming, especially when Harry started doing rounds of sake and getting on the small stage to perform here and there. You were content to watch, though Harry tried multiple times to get you to at the very least join him. And now that it was nearing the end of your stay, he was pressing a little harder.

So now you were on the stage with a microphone in your hand, trying not to look at anyone for too long.

“You got this, babe!” Harry shouted from his seat, resting his fingers in his mouth to blow a sharp whistle.

“Thank you,” you said. “This song goes out to my boyfriend, my London boy. And Taylor Swift, who I am forever grateful to for breaking up with my boyfriend so that I could have him one day, and I hope she'll follow me on Instagram one day so we can become best friends and dress up as Charlie’s Angels together for Halloween.”

You weren’t typically the kind of person that over shared, but it took a good amount of alcohol to get a microphone in your hands, and you tended to share a little too much about yourself when you were drunk.

Harry gave you a thumbs up as the music started, and since you called Taylor Swift “mother” on a regular basis, you didn't really need the words on the screen to help you along.

“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter. Uh, you know, just riding in London. Alright. I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal. And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey...”

It was safe to say that you loved Taylor Swift. You grew up with her music, each album speaking to the different phases of your life as you went through them. Her music, her lyrics, the stories she told...you just understood all of it, you felt understood by her songs.

Meeting Harry, falling in love with him, it was all chance. He came into the clothing store you worked at, and you only recognized him as the guy from that boy band who dated Taylor Swift (which you did not tell him until much, much later). But he took you by surprise. His hair was long and his smile was shy but kind, and instead of talking about clothing suggestions like you were paid to do, he asked about you, and you asked about him, and instead of walking out with shopping bags, he left with your number, and the rest was history.

You never really expected to fall in love with Harry. Honestly, you thought he would forget about asking for your number. But he texted you a couple hours after you met, and you stayed up almost all night talking about whatever popped into your heads. He made his interest in you quite obvious, so there was never a period where friendship became more, but you still considered him your best friend. You were just two young people in love and experiencing the world together, and you wouldn't have wanted anyone else by your side.

Harry knew now what a fan of Taylor Swift you were, courtesy of a night where you had a little too much to drink and accidentally showed him a picture of a teenage you dressed in a “You Belong With Me” costume at one of her concerts.

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“So, you’re a fan, are you?” he asked.

“That might be an understatement,” you told him, crawling into his lap. “You should know, if I believed in hall passes...”

Harry bursted out laughing, throwing his head back as you giggled with him. You thought he might be put off by your love for your favorite artist, but when he sobered up, he kissed the top of your head and said, “Noted. I’m very thankful that you don't believe in hall passes then.”

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“You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile. Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you...”

You were no performer, but you did your best, skipping between tables and trying your hardest not to sound horrible. You tried not to look at Harry too, because you knew he would be smiling no matter how good or bad you were, and you needed to make it through the song without getting flustered.

However, as the song came to a close, you went over to where he was and planted yourself on his lap, singing the last few lines just to him.

You could tell he was a little drunk too. His green eyes hooded as he smiled down at you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and his grip on your waist made it hard to focus, but you managed to make it to the end of the song before kissing him.

His lips tasted like alcohol and the lip balm he kept in his pocket at all times. You held the sides of his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing at his temples as the patrons of the bar applauded your big finale. Eventually you pulled away to give the microphone back to the person in charge of the karaoke machine, but Harry didn't let you get far, his arms circling around your waist and holding you close.

“Let’s go home,” he mumbled as the next person got ready to perform.

“Can we grab something to eat on the way back? That left me starving. I don't know how Taylor does it.”

Harry chuckled as he stood up from his seat, leaving a couple bills on the bar before taking your hand in his as the two of you walked out into the chilly night air. “I perform too, you know.”

“I know, but she has these huge dance numbers too. It must be exhausting.”

“Are you saying I need dance numbers in my performances now?” he asked, but he knew you were joking around. He was a close second in your list of favorite artists, and he was well aware of that.

You shook your head, shivering a little as the wind picked up. Harry pulled you close, resting an arm over your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his middle as you walked, pressing your cheek against his chest and savoring the warmth emanating from him.

You were both quiet as you walked down the street, content to just be next to each other. Until,

“You know I’m not from London, though, right?”

“Oh, I know. But Holmes Chapel boy doesn't have the same ring to it!”

Harry leaned down to brush his lips against yours. It was short and sweet and perfect, his most nudging yours as he pulled back just a little. “You’re right. I’ll have to give her a ring about that.”

“You have her number?”

[narrycherries]

🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 2 (dadrry)

Harry tries his best to keep her calm at the studio, but something seems wrong with the baby..

masterlist 🌼 part 1 🌼 join the taglist

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warning/tags: dadrry, fluff, breastfeeding

A chuckle fell from Harry’s lips as he squatted down to the blanket spread out in the floor. The baby was casually eating Cheerios from a small bowl with one hand, while the other clutched a yellow rubber duck. She was given a quick bath this morning after having a diaper mishap, and she just wouldn’t let the duck leave her sight. You were sitting near her, your back against the couch as you kept a close eye on her. The studio floor was clean and there was nothing noticeable that she could grab to put in her mouth, but you still watched her every move. Harry was taking a break from working on a song with Mitch, they happened to be the only two in the studio today. Your baby was wary of strangers and being in a room with a lot of people, so it was a relief to know you wouldn’t have to worry about her becoming anxious. She recognized Mitch enough to ignore him.

“Are those yummy, my love?” He asked with a smile as she extended her hand, her fingertips pinching a cheerio to show him. “Thank you, darling.” He laughed to himself as he took the Cheerio from her and popped it in his mouth.

Her attention shifted back to the rubber duck in her hand. She switched it to the other hand, watching herself move the toy in the air. He admired the way she explored her own little world, it was a sight to see. Harry pressed a quick kiss to her forehead before standing up and walking to the couch. He sat down, his hand gently touching the back of your head.

“Bored to death yet?”

You smiled, leaning your head back to look at him. “No, we’ve been listening to you. Every time you would say baby she’d look around for you.”

He had been going over a song in the singing booth with Mitch, just tossing out verses and trying to arrange the lines how he liked. He had left the door open so that you weren’t completely shut off from him, but he was far enough away to work without being distracted by the baby. She had been content the entire time, playing with her toys and eating her snack.

“That’s cus she’s wondering why Dada is calling someone else his baby, yeah?” Harry said with a grin as her head snapped up from where she had been staring at the duck, her eyes instantly finding him. “That’s my sweet baby, isn’t it?”

She gave him a happy squeal and started shaking the duck in the air, babbling to him. He gave her a nod and a few words of encouragement, always happy to listen to her ramble noises out. You closed the book you had been skimming over after marking the page and sat it down on the floor. You climbed onto the couch next to him, slipping your arm around his neck and pecking his cheek.

“Just a couple more hours.. I just ordered dinner for us.” He said with a sigh, looking over at you with lustful eyes. “We’re definitely going to have some Mommy-Daddy time when we get home.”

You laughed softly, looking at the baby who was still sitting on the floor playing and keeping herself occupied. “Then you better hope someone goes down easily.”

“Uncle Mitch could keep her for the night.” Harry teased as Mitch walked in from the booth, sitting the notebook he had down on the table.

He scoffed. “Please. She’s a cute one, but she cries way too much.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “She only cried that time because she hates being away from us.. or maybe she just doesn’t like you all that much.”

“Hey, if you’d stop spoiling her she’d be willing to stay with us.”

Harry shook his head. “She isn’t spoiled.”

You let out a laugh and patted his stomach. “You’ve spoiled her rotten, honey.”

He shrugged, looking up at the ceiling for a moment. “She’s my baby.. of course m’gonna spoil her.”

“Has she said Dada yet?” Mitch asked with a smirk, he knew how irritated that made Harry.

“Not yet. She’s working on it though.” You said with a smile, pressing another kiss to Harry’s jaw. “Someone’s impatient.”

“How old is she?”

“She’ll be ten months next week.” Harry said, suddenly moving his eyes down to his lap where he picked at his thumbnail.

You noticed that he was downcast a bit, which was to be expected. Sometimes he handled the picking fine, and his friends didn’t bother him by what they said. But other times, it was hard for him to deal with everything. Why was it such a bad thing that he spoiled his baby girl? Isn’t that his job, to make sure she’s loved and has every little thing she desires? Of course, he knows Mitch wasn’t mocking him - but now the thought of her not saying his name was on his mind. He loved that little girl so much, and he was disappointed that she hadn’t said his name yet. He wasn’t disappointed in her, no - but in himself. Was he not trying hard enough? Was he not saying it enough around her and encouraging her like he had with Mama? He wasn’t sure of anything.

Mitch excused himself to take a phone call, leaving you alone with Harry. You sighed while raking your fingers through his messy hair.

“Do you want some baby snuggles?”

He smiled gently, shaking his head a little as he rested his hand on your leg. “Wan’ you for a bit.”

You faked a gasp. “Me? Why me?”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Always want you, sugar.”

You were aware that he was experiencing some feelings, so you gave his scalp a gentle scratch and just looked at the side of his face for a moment. He was watching the baby, who was still playing with the duck. She was dropping it in the bowl of Cheerios, then picking it up. She was entertaining himself and Harry just softly smiled as he watched.

“You’re a great daddy.” You whispered, flicking your eyes to the baby.

“M’okay, I guess.”

“You’re doing everything fine.. she’ll say your name when she’s ready.” You reminded him, again kissing his cheek.

He sighed, lifting his shoulders in a shrug. “What if she doesn’t want to?”

“Babe, she’s got to learn how to make new sounds.. she can’t do it magically.“

Harry looked down at his thighs again, feeling a knot in his stomach. He feared he wasn’t doing something right. What if he was supposed to spend more time talking to her and repeating sounds? What if she was tired of him pestering her? He was in his head about it constantly, but right now everything seemed to stir up at once.

You took a deep breath and decided to move onto his lap. He welcomed you with a kiss to your lips, his arms going around you. Your fingers twisted in his hair, practically holding his head up.

“Please don’t be worried about this, Harry. She’s not even a year old yet.. she’s got plenty of time to learn.”

He huffed. “What if m’not teaching her enough? Like.. like saying it enough so she’s hearing it?”

“Honey, you’re doing everything right. We both say it all the time.. she knows who her Dada is.” You pressed your hand to his jaw, rubbing his skin softly with your thumb. “She’s just a little baby, yeah? She’s trying her best.”

He frowned. “I know she’s doing her best. She’s so smart.. i just.. m’not blaming her. It’s me.”

“It’s not you, babe.“

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He shook his head, trying to turn his head away but you didn’t let him.

“Harry.”

“Please, baby. Please.”

You licked your lips, eyes staring into his. It was clear that he was bothered by everything, and he was silently pleading to move on. So, you opted to change the subject.

“Do you really want to have Mommy-Daddy time tonight?”

He smirked. “Of course.. I always want Mommy-Daddy time.”

You smiled back. “I know.. just can’t resist me, hm?”

He rolled his eyes, chuckling at you. “Can say the same about you, baby.”

“How’s the song going? It sounds really good.”

He pursed his lips. “I dunno. It’s alright, I guess.”

“I like it, someone else seemed to be intrigued by it.”

He smiled at the mention of the baby. “My two biggest fans, hm?”

“Don’t forget Mitch.” You laughed softly, making him grin.

“Ma ma ma ma.”

Harry grinned as the baby started to talk. You looked back at her and cheerfully gasped as you saw her looking your way. She had moved onto her hands and knees, gently rocking back and forth. She is still tackling the challenge of crawling, but she was getting much better. Sometimes she was scared, but she tried so hard.

“Look, Dada! We’re on the move.”

“C’mere, baby doll.” Harry said with a smile, excited to see her pick her hand up and move forward, one movement at time.

She looked down at the floor, moving her other hand along with her knee. She seemed interested in trying to crawl towards the couch, but she also appeared to be a little hesitant.

“You’re doing so well, my baby.” Harry said, grabbing her attention.

She looked up and gave him a big smile, squealing to herself as she started crawling a little faster. You got off Harry’s lap and squatted down on the floor, holding your hands out to her.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl!”

Harry couldn’t stop smiling as he watched her crawl the distance to you. She had her target, and it was you. She had the biggest grin on her face as she finally reached you, grabbing your thighs to push herself up. You picked her up and smushed a kiss to her cheek.

“Good job, darling!”

Harry gave her a happy smile as you sat down on the couch, placing her on your lap facing him.

“Dada loves you, baby girl. You’re the smartest girl in the whole world, yeah?”

She squealed and immediately leaned forward, reaching for him. He took her in his hands and stood her up on his lap. She began bouncing, her knees moving quickly as she started babbling, her fingers stuck in her mouth.

“Aw, poor thing.” He sighed as he saw how red her knees were from the crawling. “Should’ve put some pants on you.”

“She’ll be okay, Dada.” You reached over to rub your fingertips against her knees, making sure there were rashes forming or scratches on her skin. “Just a bit red.”

“Ma ma ma ma ma.”

Harry smiled. “Da da da da.”

She made a little squeak again, bouncing faster as she pulled her hand from her mouth, it was covered in drool.

“Da da da da.” He repeated, trying to encourage her.

“Ma ma ma.” She replied, reaching for Harry. “Babababa.”

“Yeah, you’re talking up a storm, sweet girl.” He said with a smile as he brought her to his chest, letting her grab his shoulder and fist her hand in his shirt. “Want loves, baby girl?”

She rested her forehead against his cheek, her wet hand grabbing his face. You laughed to yourself as he made a face at the drool being smeared on him.

“Who’s this, lovey? Is this Dada.” You said, tapping her arm to get her attention. She picked her head up and looked at you. “Is this your Dada?”

She looked back at Harry, grinning as big as she could. But she still didn’t give in to your efforts.

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It had been half an hour since Mitch came back from his break and they started working again. You were sitting on the couch, somewhat occupied with a game on your phone while keeping an eye on the baby. She was laying in the floor, kicking her legs up in the air and playing with her own fingers. She had a couple of toys around her but she wasn’t interested. Harry hadn’t started singing yet, they were messing with some instruments and experimenting with sound.

But the second he started to sing, just practicing how the lyrics would sound, the baby snapped her eyes towards the room. You watched her roll over onto her belly and push herself up. You smiled as she froze, eyes staring at the doorway. Harry suddenly sang the word baby, which made her perk up even more. He stopped for a second, then re-sung the word. You chuckled softly as she started crawling towards the open door. He was trying out different notes, trying to determine which was the best. He started back over from the beginning when he found what he liked.

Watching the baby go straight towards him made your heart melt. She passed the doorframe, crawling as quick as she could. Harry suddenly stopped singing and you heard him laughing.

“Hi, baby girl.” He scooped her off the ground and cradled her like a newborn, making her grin and giggle at him. “Crashing our session, hm? You’re the cutest.”

“Maybe she can give us some backing vocals.” Mitch said, making Harry laugh.

“She’s better than you, eh?”

Despite knowing Harry adores the baby, you got up from the couch to go and get her. He needed to finish this stuff tonight, and she would only prolong the process. When you walked in, Harry gave you a smile and quickly kissed her forehead.

“Gotta sit with Mama for a bit, okay? Dada will come get you soon, baby.” He told her, kissing her cheek before handing her to you.

She whined, turning her head back to Harry, hands reaching out for him. You sighed, knowing this would probably lead to a breakdown.

“C’mon, sugar plum. We’ll go watch something on Mama’s phone.”

The second she realized Harry wasn’t going to get her, she started tearing up. Harry frowned, closing the small space you shared. He rested his hand on her back, his lips against her temple.

“Don’t be sad, my darling. Dada’s going to be done soon. I love you bunches, my little angel.”

You felt your heart drop as she started to cry, trying her best to fight your hold. Harry gave you an apologetic look and kissed her cheek again, making sure she felt his attention and affection.

“I’ll shut the door.” He mumbled to you.

“She’s probably hungry.. I’ll feed her.”

“Bottle or nurse her?”

You glanced at Mitch. “Bottle I guess.”

He sighed. “She gets sleepier when you nurse her.. I’ve got a blanket in there you can cover with.”

You gave him a nod. “Okay, love you. Don’t worry about her.”

“Love you, too.” He quickly kissed your lips and moved back to the baby, rubbing her back for a moment. “Be good for Mama.”

She was not happy about being taken out of the room, but you had to do it. You shut the door and let out a heavy sigh. At home, she usually doesn’t get like this. That’s probably because Harry is always around, and she’s never denied of him. This is partially why you didn’t want to come with him tonight.

You grabbed the blanket off the chair in the corner and went to the couch. You had her bag beside you as she sat in your lap, tears still streaming down her cheeks. You took out her favorite blanket and a burping cloth to put over your shoulder. Thankfully, you knew Mitch would be respectful when it came to you breastfeeding. He always asks Harry if you’re covered before he walks in a room or near you if you’re nursing. So, even though you had the blanket you figured you wouldn’t need it.

You sat the baby down on the floor to quickly unclasp your bra and slide it down. You laid it in her diaper bag and rolled up your shirt, making sure only one breast was exposed. You picked her back up and adjusted her so she could latch. Even though she was fussy, she was hungry and wanted to nurse. You exhaled as you relaxed against the arm of the couch, so glad she was easily satisfied. After about ten minutes, your phone buzzed beside you.

from Harry: how’s she doing?

to Harry: She’s better. she’ll be asleep soon

from Harry: good, I’ll be done in a little bit xx

You didn’t reply, instead you moved the baby to your other breast, knowing she needed to take a quick break. She whined, but latched on again. You nurses her until she had gotten enough. She was then laying in your arms, eyes slowly fluttering open to fight her sleep. This went on for a few minutes.

Everything was going smoothly, until Harry began to sing again. This got her attention right away. She was so close to being asleep, but of course something had to ruin that. You sighed as she wiggled around in your arms, trying to sit up. You placed her on your lap, facing the doorway. She was reaching out towards the door, knowing to person she wanted right now was in there. You rubbed her belly, trying to calm her as she whined.

“Daddy’s working, baby. You can’t be in there messing with him right now, sugarplum.” You pressed a kiss to her head, but she didn’t care.

She was not used to being deprived of him for so long, and having him pop in for only a few minutes at a time was torture to her. You shook your head in disbelief as she started to cry, tears flooding down her face as if she’d hurt herself bad. It was going to be difficult to get her to stop - especially without Harry’s assistance.

“Sweetie, please, calm down. Dada’s going to be out in a little while, then you can have him all to yourself.” Your words were not convincing in any way.

Before you could even take a break, she started to scream. It appeared like she was truly hurting or in immense distress, but you just couldn’t believe it. She’s never acted this way before. You started bouncing your thigh, hoping to soothe her but it didn’t work at all. You were worried that Harry would be upset if he got disturbed again, because he needed to finish this stuff tonight. He had no time to waste anymore.

Just as you were about to turn her around and hold her against your chest, the door opened and Harry rushed over to you, his brows dropped low and a worried expression over his face.

“What happened! Is she okay!” He said frantically, grabbing her from your lap without a second of hesitation.

You watched in disbelief as he pressed her against his chest, her head on his shoulder and started to sway from side to side, his big hand rubbing circles in her back. She was crying, but no longer screaming her lungs out.

“Did she fall? Did-did something happen?” He asked you, afraid to know the answer.

You sighed softly. “No, she just started.. screaming.”

“What?” He looked confused. He leaned his head to get a better look at her. Her face was red and her eyes were strained from the tears. “Baby girl, what’s the matter?”

The second she heard that word she perked up. Her head came up and she turned towards him, hands grabbing onto his neck and ear, wanting to keep him there forever. He frowned as he realized what was happening. He sat down beside you, sighing heavily. The baby was still against his chest, fingers digging into his skin.

“She heard you.. and went.. wild.” You said, patting his thigh.

He shook his head. “What’s gotten into her? She’s.. she’s not usually like this.”

“I guess she just misses her Daddy.”

Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek. “I’ve been with her all afternoon. Maybe she’s in the clingy stage.. don’t they get one of those?”

You smiled, slipping your arm around his shoulders as you moved to sit on your legs. “She’s always going to be clingy, honey. I think she really just misses you. She was fine while she nursed.. was almost asleep.”

He pushed out a deep breath and looked at her cute face, always so in awe of the little human he made with you. His heart sparked as she gave him a pout of her lips, whining softly as she leaned her forehead against his cheek.

“My sweet girl.. y’know Dada has to work. If you be good for a little bitty bit longer, I promise I’ll cuddle you for hours tonight.”

His words did not matter to her. She let out a gentle grunt and fisted her hand in his shirt, holding on as if she knew he was about to leave her again.

“Honey, I dunno if she’ll be able to manage being away from you right now.” You admitted with a slight frown. “Do you have to finish the stuff tonight?”

“Yeah.. I’m on a tight schedule and today was the last day to work on this stuff.”

Harry’s eyes found yours for a moment and you gave him a smile, wishing you could fix it or make things easier. He lifted the corner of his mouth, not wanting to move from his seat at all.

“Do you think she’ll be good if she’s with you?” You ask in a soft voice, your thumb rubbing over the fabric of his pants.

He shifted his eyes back to her. She was sitting up now, hands messing with each other but she stared at Harry’s face, waiting for his attention.

“M’sure she would.” He said. “Do you care if I take her?”

You chuckled. “Not at all, babe.”

He took a deep breath and stood from the couch, securing his hold on the baby before moving.

“Well, I guess you can stay with me for a bit, bug.” He smiled, kissing her cheek a few times as he walked towards the door. “Dada’s almost done.”

“Ma ma ma.”

You smiled to yourself as you heard her. Harry sighed and gave her a laugh. He squatted down to grab the rubber duck from the floor so she can occupy her attention.

“Always Mama, hm?”

She took the duck from his hand and started gently hitting it against his neck. He grunted, trying to resist a smile but he just couldn’t. Everything she did amused and amazed him.

When he shut the door, you were unsure of what to expect. Usually, she’s a good baby and she doesn’t cause much chaos. This evening wasn’t too out of the ordinary. She loves Harry’s attention, so it didn’t surprise you that she was behaving that way. You hoped she’ll be good for him so he can finish quickly and you can go home.

“Our backup singer has returned.” Mitch said with a smile as he opened the notebook he had been holding and returned to the page of song lyrics. “Did she get hurt?”

“No, she’s just being a bit fussy.” Harry said just as she reached for his hair, tangling her fingers in it. “Maybe she’ll be good. No promises.”

Mitch was strumming a few chords on his guitar as Harry read over the spot they stopped on. He had jotted a few things down that he wanted to review before giving the verse another go. There was no serious recording going on, just messing around with lyrics and notes.

Things went well for about five whole minutes. The baby had been holding his hair in one hand and the duck in the other, her eyes peering down at the paper Harry was skimming his fingertip over. She wasn’t keen on the fact his hand wasn’t touching her. She whined a little, releasing his hair so she could grab his mouth. He smiled, shaking his head lightly as he tried to read. If he were at home, he would have no issue with this. But right now, he was trying to work.

“Honeybun, don’t pull Dada’s lip, yeah? Be sweet, please.” He said as he carefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm down.

When she whined louder than before, he looked at her to make sure she was okay. She seemed angry, her brows were dropped and her mouth was in a frown. He pressed a few kisses to her forehead.

“I thought you told Mama you’d be good, hm?”

Just as he was about to reward her with another peck, she began waving the duck in the air so hard that when she dropped it, it practically flew onto the floor. Harry gave her a concerned look.

“Angel, please, don’t throw him, yeah? Might hurt him.”

A whine left her mouth as he picked it up from the floor. He offered her the duck, but she slapped at his hand and turned her head away.

“Lovey, what’s the matter?” He mumbled to her, turning away from Mitch.

He looked over her face, trying to read her expression but she just seemed frustrated and bothered. There wasn’t any other obvious things going on.

“My precious baby.” He sighed softly. Her eyes moved to find his, tears swelling in them. “I wish you could tell Dada what’s going on.”

Her bottom lip rolled out as tears slipped down her cheeks. She wasn’t loud, though, not a sound coming from her. She just stared at him, eyes watered over and her lip shaking.

“Something’s wrong, innit?” He said in light voice, reaching up to wipe this thumb over her red cheek. “I’m so sorry, baby. I dunno what to do.”

Her head fell onto his shoulder, arms tucked by her sides. He held his hand against her back, and without saying a word, left the room once again. Your head lifted as you heard the door open. Your brows dropped the instant you saw them.

“What’s the matter?”

Harry looked defeated and somewhat afraid. “I.. I don’t know. I think something’s wrong..”

(a/n: I didn’t want this to be too long so I ended it here, do you want a part 3?)

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Birthday Kiss

A cute & fluffy friends to lovers story for Harry's birthday! lot's of tension brewing. Literally the feeling of when you're both too shy to make ✨the move✨. Sorry for any mistakes, I literally just threw this together!

Warnings: None? Some steamy kissing/making out, but no smut-smut.

WC: 4.6K words

It was just after midnight and the festivities hadn’t been luxe or extravagant like many people would have probably imagined for a star of his caliber, it had just been a small little thing organized by Jeff at a family friend’s Palm Springs home. But Harry really preferred it that way. When he was around his people he liked to feel a part of the bunch, not like the star of the show, as he normally was. It was interesting really because almost everyone at this little post-show celebration worked for him - not necessarily as his subordinates, but as the team who helped him seemingly conquer the world. And as a friend of his for several years now, Y/N thought it was quite beautiful that once he left the venue and the crowd was gone, the lights turned down and the ground was littered with glitter and endless stray feathers he wasn’t Harry Styles, world-famous pop star anymore, he was just plain old, Harry. His management and production team weren’t in work-mode anymore, they were just his friends, like she was and they loved him, like she did. 

“Thank you guys, so much.” He smiled, all dimply and bashful, head bowed in gratitude but his eyes were scanning the faces of the roughly 15 people who were with him and had just finished singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to him. There was still a very soft cloud of smoke before him from the candles he had just blown out on the small cake in his hands. He set it down as a few of his bandmates, friends, and loved ones started to line up to give him a hug and offer their well wishes and she would wait her turn patiently to do the same, saving herself for last because it had been a while since they had even been in the same room.

Finally, Y/N was up next and Harry’s smile went a bit bigger for her. Harry always told her that she was his favorite, which she loved to hear because he was her favorite too. And as she approached him he opened his arms wide for her to fit herself against his chest and hug him tight as she pressed a kiss to his jaw, his cheek was a tad out of reach for her.

“Mmmm….” She hummed into their embrace, “Happy birthday, H.” She congratulated him as their faces pressed together while they hugged tight.

“Thank you, love. Thank you so much for coming out, I know you’re swamped.” He said lowly.

“Of course! I’m just sorry I won’t be able to make it tomorrow. Or well, tonight technically.” She said as they pulled away and looked into each other’s eyes. Her hands had slid down to his biceps and his were settled at the middle of her back.

“You’re here tonight! I’m just happy you were able to make it to one of the shows.” He said and she smiled at him. 

“I am too, thank you for having me. You were amazing, as always…” she complimented and his cheeks went all pink as he smiled at the ground before their eyes met again.

“Really, thank you so much.” He said and she just hugged him again which he easily gave in to. After a moment of catching up they were joined by Shellie, Jeff’s mom, who started chatting with them both and then they scattered as he talked with others and she caught up with some mutual friends who she also hadn’t seen in a bit. But soon it was nearing 1am and Y/N had to go, she had a several hour drive back to LA and day full of depositions later on in the day.

She had started a new job at a rather prestigious law firm back in October and had been unusually busy with case prepping and depositions and paperwork and court appearances and just life during his LA residency and she hadn’t been able to make any of his shows in LA. So when he informed her about the Palm Springs additions in early December she made sure to request the day off to make it to one of them, it unfortunately couldn’t be the one on the actual day of his birthday but it was close enough. 

“Well, I ought to hit the road…” Y/N said to Jeff who she had been chatting with for the last few minutes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay and head out in the morning?” He asked and she sighed.

“Can’t, I’ve got a deposition at 9:30 tomorrow…” she sighed and he grimaced.

“Oh man, I’m sorry.” He said and she shrugged.

“It is what it is…” she sighed through a chuckle and he chuckled along with her before hugging her. 

She then proceeded to say her farewells to the people she knew from the group including Glenn and Jeff’s parent’s, and Harry’s mom too and politely hugged those who she had met for the first time tonight. Then she made her way over towards Harry, he was with Pauli, Ny, and Kris Jenner, of all people in the world, who animatedly told them some story that had the three of them in absolute stitches. Harry was quite literally clutching at his stomach as he gasped for air through his laughter. He was so beautiful when he laughed, it made her heart flip in funky ways and if she could she would watch this moment in replay. As soon as Harry saw her he reached his hand out to her despite his laughter and she grabbed it, allowing him to pull her over. It sent an electric current through her body, not knowing that touching her had the exact same effect on him.

“Oh my god, that was the wildest thing I’ve ever heard.” He said through bated breathing as he just pulled Y/N close.

“We were wild back in the day, just ask your mom.” Kris laughed to Harry and he shook his head.

“I don’t think I want to know about her adventures.” He laughed, inhaling deeply as he recovered then turned to Y/N, “This is Kris, by the way, I don’t think you’ve met?” He asked and Y/N shook her head as she looked from Harry to Kris.

“Not yet, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” She said extending a hand and Kris pulled her in for a hug.

“We’re huggers here, Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you.” She said kindly as Y/N smiled at her as they pulled apart.

“Thank you. You too.” Y/N reciprocated her nicety with a sincere smile.

“Alright, well it was nice to chat with you all, but I’m going to go back to my crowd.” She said to them all as she came closer to Harry, “Happy birthday, sweetheart. You were fantastic out there.” She praised as they hugged, “I’m so proud of you.” She sprinkled in as they kissed cheeks and soon she was heading off.

“She’s the best.” Pauli chuckled and Harry grinned wide and nodded in agreement.

“Literally, never a dull moment with her around.” He assured as he draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder, “Should we indulge in another slice of cake? We can share.” He said to her and she pouted a bit.

“It’d love to, but it’s time for me to retire.” She said and he frowned.

“At this hour? Gonna drive all the way now?” He asked in slight concern.

“Have to. I have to be at a deposition at 9:30.” She said to the group with an exasperated look and both Pauli and Ny grimaced in the same manner as Jeff had when she told him.

“I’m sorry.” Ny said.

“It’s work.” She shrugged, “Can’t live with it, can’t live without it.”

“Maybe you should just join the Love Band.” Pauli smiled and Y/N cackled.

“If you want to continue having successful tours, maybe not!” She joked.

“We don’t have to mic you…” He said and she giggled as they all chuckled.

“It was nice to see everyone though. You guys sounded great!” She said as Harry let her go so that she could hug his bandmates goodbye, “Bye-bye, birthday boy.” She said coming up to him with open arms and he hugged her, swaying them a few times, “Oh! That reminds me, I got you something! I’ll go get it real quick!” She said breaking their hug and he shook his head.

“It’s alright, I’ll walk you out.” He said.

“Oh no, it’s OK. I had to park down the street and-”

“More reason to not let you go alone. There’s coyotes out there.”

“It’s California, there’s coyotes everywhere.” She giggled.

“Whatever, I’ll be back in a few.” He said to Pauli and Ny-oh, “Guy’s I’m gonna walk Y/N to her car, I’ll be back in a bit!” He announced over the conversations happening and the group all called out farewells as she smiled and waved goodbye to everyone before they walked off towards the entrance of the house.

“Deposition at 9:30, huh?”

“Yeah…it’s a wrongful termination case…I don’t think our client was wrongfully terminated but whatever.” She said and he chuckled as they reached the door and made their way outside. The wind was blowing hard, making the night feel colder than it probably was as so he linked arms with her as they made their way out the door.

Harry wished she didn’t have to go tonight, with his work commitments they didn’t get to see each other all that much, but now that she had this crazy job as a defense attorney she was busy all the time and it made it even harder for them to hang out like they often did when he was in town. Harry had liked Y/N for a year or so now and on multiple occasions he had intended to tell her but would end up flaking out, he wasn’t sure if she liked him too or what? He had a hard time reading her and he didn’t want to risk ruining anything in their friendship.

“What’d they do?” He asked as they walked to the gate around around the property.

“Here’s the context, we deposed the other person involved a few days ago!” She said with excitement, “So he had tried to ask one of his co-workers out-”

“It had to be a ‘he’…” he interrupted and she giggled and nodded, “Makes us al look bad…” he mumbled and she giggled.

“Oh yeah he does! Well, the girl said no and he was insistent; like he would send her flowers and buy her things, that type of situation. So she’s creeped out and decided to file a harassment complaint with HR.” She explained as they made their way through the gate, “So they call him in and give him a warning, advise him to leave her alone and he get’s pissed that she involved HR. So he then has to do a sexual harassment training program and professionalism workshops, which he never went to, so again, HR sends him a notice. All the while, he continues to pursue the girl, telling her that the least she could do is go out with him because she ratted him out to HR.” She said and he scoffed, “I know. I would drop him if I could…so anyway, long-story-short, she blows him off again and he get’s so angry that he puts an air tag on her car and shows up at her house!”

“What the fuck?” Harry gasped.

“I know! Total nut job… so she calls the police because she feels unsafe and she starts an inquiry at work to see how he got a hold of that information as it’s not made public and as they dig through things they find out about the air tag while reviewing security footage and fire him on the spot. He’s arguing that company policy says 3 warnings and he only got 2 warnings and well, you know how those people are.” She said and he frowned as they continue walking.

“God…and you’re working the case?”

“Assisting. I don’t get to do cases alone yet.” She said quickly, “I wonder what he’s gonna say in his deposition tomorrow, I’m curious.” She said and he hummed.

“Well, just be careful, he’s clearly not well and I don’t know what I would do if he fixated on you and stalked you too.” He said shaking his head.

“After doing some digging on him I think I’ll be fine, I’m not his type.” She said and he hummed.

“Well still. You live alone and there’s a lot of crazies out there.”

“I am, H.” She said and he sighed.

“Better be.” He said lowly and she smiled at his concern.

“This is me.” She said as they stopped beside her sedan and she let go of his arm and unlocked her car, “Thank you again, for inviting me. I had a lot of fun.” She assured with a smile and he smiled as well.

“Thank you for driving all the way out here for me. I know it’s a long way and we didn’t even really get to spend time together or-”

“I’m just really happy I got to see you.” She said, “I missed you.” She admitted.

“I missed you too. And I know I haven’t been a great friend, I’ve been so busy and haven’t even reached out to catch up or talk and you came all this way for this like 5 minute conversation and I just feel bad.” He said and she shook her head.

“Oh my god, H… I understand and I mean, relationships are a two way street, H. I haven’t done that either, I’ve been so busy that I’ve neglected a lot of people the last few months and I didn’t want that to continue into this year.” She explained, “I don’t care about the drive or even if I didn’t get one-on-one time with you today, I just wanted to be here for you.” She said simply, “And I promise that I will do better from here on out. You matter to me and our friendship matters to me, so of course I’m going to come through for you. Always.” She promised and he bit his lip and nodded.

“Thank you, I’ll do better too. You mean so much to me too, like you don’t even know.” He said to her and she smiled softly. The words were trying to claw their way out of his mouth but he was swallowing them down; she had said that their friendship mattered to her and that was enough to dissuade him from telling her how he felt.

“Thank you. I love you so much.” She said opening up her arms and he smiled as he hugged her tight.

“I love you too.” He responded before they let go.

“Oh, before I forget!” She said opening up the passenger door and he moved aside to let her dip down into the car, “Here is your present. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap or bag it.” She said extending a book out to him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything…” he assured as he took it from her timidly.

“It’s nothing, H. It’s used by me so ummm there are some highlights and things in there, but don’t mind them. I just think you’ll really like it.” She explained and he smiled as he looked over the cover, “Daring Greatly” is what it was called, “You know that I’m not super into the whole self-help book thing, but I read this one over the holidays and holy shit…it gave me a lot to think about and I think you’re really going to like it.” She smiled as he flipped it over and read the back of it to get an idea of what it could be about and he smiled as he continued reading through it. There were a lot of aspects about how his life went that were in direct conflict with how he wished it could be and it was hard for him sometimes to feel like there were eyes on him all the time, even in private. It made it hard for him to open up with people that mattered a lot to him sometimes and he was still working hard on being able to overcome that.

“Thank you so much.” He smiled up at her and she nodded as she shut the passenger door.

“Yeah, no worries.” She assured with a friendly smile as he set the book on the roof of the car and reached for her again. They hugged each other tight again and just when he was dreading the thought that she was about to let go, he felt her relax into his hold as the wind whipped around them in the dark street. He smiled and squeezed her a bit harder. Trying to remember everything about this moment. He wished he could be more brave…maybe he wouldn’t tell her what he was feeling in his heart for her, but he would be honest about one thing.

“I don’t want you to go.” He confessed, “Barely got any time with you.” He sighed sadly. His words weighed heavily on her heart, she felt that way too and just thinking about driving away and seeing his reflection grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror made her want to cry. She bit her lip and moved her head out of his neck and glanced up to him as he glanced down. Their eyes were filled with sadness as they look at each other.

“I wish I didn’t have to go.” She said and he sighed.

“It’s not fair.” He said sadly and she nodded.

“I know.” She sniffled as she brought a hand up to his jaw and held the side of his face. She watched with a thumping heart as his eyes scanned down her face and landed on her lips before he just glanced up to the sky for a second before he pulled her closer.

“Just hold me for a little bit.” He said and she wrapped her arms around him again and rested her head into the crook of his neck as he rested his chin over her head. She could heart his heart thumping just as hard as hers was and as much as they were relaxed in each other’s hold it was still pounding hard and it dawned on her that just maybe he felt the same way as she did. She was scared to say anything though and so they just held each other in the cold night for who knows how long until his phone rang in his hoodie’s pocket and he groaned as he reached inside for it seeing it was his mom.

“Hi.” He said as he brought it up to his ear, his left hand still secured around her waist, keeping her close, so she didn’t move away, “Sorry, didn’t mean to worry you guys, I’m still out here with Y/N.” He explained, she could feel the vibrations of his low and soothing voice through his throat and chest, “It’s been a long while so we were just making up for lost time, and got chatting.” He said, “-yeah, I know it’s late. I’ll be in soon.” He assured, “Alright, bye.” He finished and hung up before sliding the phone in his pocket, “She said bye again and that I need to let you go home.” He said sadly, but he still wore a smile. “We’ve been out here for twenty minutes apparently. Sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you.” He sighed and she shook her head.

“S’alright. It was lovely while it lasted.” She said and he smiled.

“Just one more minute?” He asked and she nodded and held him close again, swallowing the lump in her throat.  

“Yeah, just a little bit more.” She agreed as they started to sway just a little and his hands started sliding down to her hips.

“You look pretty today.” He said and she smiled as she pulled back a bit and laid her hands flat on his chest as she glanced up at him.

“Thanks, H. You look good too, I like when your hair’s like this.” She said and he smiled, “I mean, it looks good when it’s a little longer too, but this looks really good.” She compliment as she reached up and ruffled the top of it a bit and he chuckled.

“Thanks, love.” He hummed bashfully as her hand traveled down his face and her thumb stroked along his jaw, feeling a little more confident.

“This little facial hair action you’ve got going on is also nice.” She said as her thumb trailed towards his mouth and before she could go to the slight mustache growing over his lips he suddenly turned and opened his mouth and playfully snapped a bite at her thumb which gave her a fright as she quickly pulled her hand away, but eventually this ended in a laugh.

“God, stop! You scared me.” She huffed as she very lightly slapped at his chest and he chuckled. But he had to stop her, there was no way that she could feel around his mouth and it not end in him attempting to kiss her and then he’d ruin everything. He had an unreadable look in his eyes which made her frown a bit. “You alright?” She asked and he quickly snapped out of it and nodded.

“Yeah, sorry. Zoned out for a second.” He shook his head and she hummed.

“OK, well I really should go now.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah.” He agreed, but didn’t really loosen the grip of his arms around her waist as their eyes met again and then his flickered down to her lips quickly but again, made no move and she decided that she was just going to do it. 

She tiptoed with a racing heart and butterflies in her stomach. Harry’s entire body was covered in goosebumps as her hands slid up his chest as she tiptoed, their faces now much closer together than before and his heart skipped a beat as her eyes glanced down to his lips and then back up to his eyes as she leaned in closer. He swallowed the nervous lump forming in his throat as the tension between them came to an all-time high. And in mere moments their noses were barely brushing as her hands looped around his neck and then their eyes fluttered closed as she closed the gap as her lips melded against his own tenderly. He couldn’t believe it, the air completely left his lungs and his brain felt like it exploded as his hands squeezed around her hips before he related released them and instead grabbed her face gently as their lips moved together in perfect t sync. The soft little smacks of their kisses were sending him into another plain of reality. As their lips slotted together he felt on top of the world, it wasn’t hard for their kiss to gain a little more traction and deepen as she very lightly sucked on his bottom lip. It just about made his knees give beneath him. This awakened something in him and he did it back to her, he heard her sigh with a little hint of a whimper and he proceeded to let his tongue just barely swipe at her swollen bottom lip and when she parted her mouth just a bit more he used a little more of it. This kiss made her feel like fireworks were bursting inside of her and it was making her breathless; she never wanted to stop, but she needed to go. She really had to now. Harry hummed in slight protest as her hands started to slide back down to his chest.

“No.” He muttered against her mouth and she smiled which caused the kiss to naturally end and he leaned his forehead onto hers, “Been dying to kiss you for ages.” He admitted before leaning back in and she allowed it as he pecked her lips a few more times, her entire body was buzzing now.

“I was too, but I really have to get home, H. I’m sorry.” She pouted and he kissed at her pout.

“I know. Just being selfish.” He muttered and she pecked his lips this time as he let go of her face and settled his hands back on her waist as he pouted now.

“Don’t pout, it’s making me feel bad.” She whined, “Already gonna cry the whole way home.” She sniffled, already feeling her eyes welling up.

“Nooo…” he frowned, “Why are you gonna cry?” He asked as he kissed the tip of her nose.

“Because it’s not fair. Like, who knows when we’re gonna get to see each other again.” She said sadly and he sighed.

“I know…” he said solemnly before he hugged her close and she rested into his chest, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She assured, but he still felt like it was. He was the one leaving the country, not her.

“I’ve still got to perform at the Grammy’s next Sunday so I’m gonna be in town, I’ve got rehearsals during the week and I will make time to come see you.” He said.

“I don’t want to add more stuff to your schedule, H.”

“You’re not, I want to see you before I go on Sunday.” He reassured her.

“Where are you going on Sunday?”

“Back to London. M’performing at the BRIT awards and then just resting a few weeks before I head to Australia for the next leg of the tour.” He sighed and she hummed in understanding.

“S’gonna be a while until next time, huh?” She asked and he nodded sadly.

“Yeah, but you know that this is kind of home away from home.” He said with a small smile, “And well…anywhere you are, that’s where I want to be too. All the time if I could.” He confessed earnestly and she just surged forward and pressed their lips together again in a searing and wonderful kiss, but before she could be sucked back in to another make-out session she parted their lips.

“OK, I really need to go now.” She said and he nodded.

“Yeah, for real this time.” He giggled and they hugged quickly before she pecked his lips just one last time.

“Happy birthday, H.” She spoke against his kiss-swollen lips.

“Thanks, love. I’ll see you soon.” He said and she nodded.

“See you soon.” She whispered before they parted ways and he gave her one last kiss before helping her into her car and waving her off into the night. As she glanced back at him through the rearview mirror her eyes started welling up, as she knew they would. But then her phone dinged and she glanced at it when she came to a stop sign.

Harry:

No crying. Unless it’s happy tears, OK? Text when you get home, please 💕

She giggled all while sniffling as she typed out her response to him

Y/N:

Too late! 😭And I will. Night 💕

With that she went on her way and yes, there were tears but despite the challenges she knew would come, she was confident that everything was going to be just fine.

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Mrs. Shelby- Chapter Three- Thomas

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Even after four years of being a part-time family teacher, I was still Shelby's only habit of reading newspapers. Four years ago, I started using newspapers to teach the children to read, just like my father once did.

But unfortunately, not to boast, these children don't have the political talent I had back then.

'Harry, don't grab your sister's hair,' the child named Harry, who was called out, reluctantly put down his restless hands and took the knife and fork I handed him.

At the breakfast table, the children were eating quietly, and I continued to browse the newspaper. Every day, I paid attention to the constantly updated list of casualties in the newspaper. 'Shelby' had never appeared in that section. But I also knew that on the battlefield, there would be many nameless bodies.

To the common people, this war was nothing more than a brief outing, an exciting adventure. Those young people were afraid of missing the opportunity for a splendid death in their lifetime, so they eagerly rushed to enlist, cheering and singing on the train. They were all hot-headed, forgetting the mundane world.

My brother, on the other hand, was quite clear-headed. This was something he said, rare for his alcohol-soaked brain, and he said it when my father wanted to send him to the army for training before he passed away.

Good people don't live long, and harm lasts for thousands of years. This saying is truly not wrong.

Maria is Martha's eldest daughter, and she resembles her mother, a gentle and obedient girl. If she were born into a wealthy family in London, she would definitely be the most sought-after presence in the marriage market.

'I miss Dad so much, Aunt Demi,' I looked at the girl next to me who was helping me wash the dishes. She was so young and beautiful, and she looked so fragile. She had already endured enough hardship, and you couldn't bear to tell her the painful reality. After all, at this age, I still believed in Santa Claus.

'They will come back, dear. Just like an adventure that has ended, Dad and uncles will come back with medals to embrace our little Maria.'

Martha's health had deteriorated after giving birth to her fourth child in 1915, becoming thin, weak, and sickly, as if a gust of wind could blow her away. During the war, resources were scarce, and medicines were even more precious. Her illness could only be postponed. Polly needed to support the family, and Finn always played with his nephews and nieces, while Ada personally managed them. The responsibility of taking care of the children fell on me and little Maria. In her, I saw a shadow of my past, a girl accustomed to taking care of others, so among Martha's four children, I cherished her the most and always liked to keep her by my side. If circumstances allowed, I really wanted to teach her to dance, ride horses, hunt, play the piano, and teach her everything I knew.

The days that followed were as gray and dull as the Birmingham sky, with one ordinary day after another. But the soldiers gradually returned to their hometown, and this deserted city was slowly recovering. The quiet streets were filled with pedestrians, and the bars gradually became lively.

Many people would wait at the train station for their loved ones. They hugged each other on the platform, tears of joy in their eyes. Those who didn't meet their loved ones would look at the reunited people with envy, exchange a few words of good luck, and then eagerly wait for the next train to arrive. If they didn't get the news today, they would continue waiting tomorrow. For now, no news was the best news.

I often finished my work:

Platform waiting for her father and uncles. There was an old white-haired woman who started waiting before the sun even rose, and she waited until sunset. She just stood on the platform waiting, like an unyielding rock.

'I see Dad!' Maria jumped for joy and pulled me towards her long-lost loved ones.

John Shelby was a man with blue eyes, fairer skin than his brothers, and he looked like a bright and lively man. When he saw Maria, he put down his luggage and embraced his daughter.

Arthur was the eldest, easy to recognize with a thick beard that made him look like a teddy bear. I nodded to him cautiously, as a form of greeting.

But when I looked at the man in the middle of them, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

He had a pair of gem-like clear blue eyes, strong cheekbones, a straight and high nose, and lips that weren't the typical thin British type, adding a touch of sensuality. He looked like a melancholic young prince full of starlight.

I knew he was Thomas Shelby, the Shelby who had terrified Small Heath. But he didn't quite match the rumors...

11:42

The men of the Shelby family had finally returned safely.

We had prepared a sumptuous meal and were busy in the kitchen.

'Demi, go call the children back. I'll keep an eye on things in the kitchen.' Seeing his nephews return safely, Polly, who had been tense all this time, finally showed a long-lost smile. 'The kids, and those big kids.'

I replied and hummed a tune as I walked out of the house.

It's good, things are moving in the right direction. Although we can't predict the future, coming back safely from the battlefield is always a good sign.

"Harry!"

I called out to the children, waving my hand. "Come inside, boys, it's time for dinner!"

John and Arthur brought the children into the house. I stood in the yard, watching the smiles on their faces, genuinely happy for them.

Once they were all inside, I realized that one person was missing. Where was Thomas?

11:42

"John, where's Thomas?" I stopped John, who was walking at the back, and he looked friendlier than his brother.

"Tommy?" John turned around almost subconsciously, as if his brother was right behind him. "He's probably in the shower."

In fact, I ran into Thomas on my way to the store to buy chocolate.

I saw the light in my office, but I distinctly remembered locking the door, and the ledgers on the table were not something to be made public.

I cautiously opened the door and saw Thomas standing at my desk, not sure what he was doing.

Afraid of startling him, I knocked on the door.

He just raised his eyes to look at me.

"Tonight, Polly prepared a big meal with meat and wine, but there's only chocolate here, which the girls like." I leaned against the door, trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere with a joke. "Are you looking for someone to fulfill your needs, sir? What?"

11:42

I thought I had misheard. For years, no one had looked at me like that. Besides, could there really be such a beautiful prostitute in Birmingham? Or why would a beautiful prostitute with a Chelsea accent come to Birmingham?

"Are you a prostitute?" He actually repeated, thinking I hadn't heard him the first time.

"Of course

not. If you're looking for someone to satisfy your needs, I'd suggest you find a professional." My face must have looked awful, "If you're just here to amuse yourself with me, then please forgive me for not indulging you."

"I'm sorry." I heard him apologize softly as I turned away. Hearing his deep, hoarse voice, I felt a little soft-hearted and turned back.

"Going back? I need a knight to escort me back to my castle."

He smiled, like a rare clear sky in London in the spring, soft and beautiful. Although this man was a bit strange, he was undeniably good-looking. I thought to myself.

"My pleasure, Your Highness." The dinner ended smoothly. Our stomachs were filled with soft white bread, roasted potatoes, roast beef, and rum. The adults lay on the couch, continuing to drink whiskey and chat. I glanced at the clock; it was almost eleven. I yawned and hurried the children upstairs to bed.

Even though I hadn't been drinking, this group of children was as excited as if they had been given a shot of adrenaline, causing a commotion in the bedroom. They wanted me to tell them stories, one after another, and as soon as there was a slight pause, they would start misbehaving. Even though I was exhausted and my head was spinning, I kept telling stories until dawn, finally coaxing those little devils to sleep. I was so tired from telling stories that my throat was dry and my tongue was parched, so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. There was no one in the living room anymore; it seemed that everyone had gone to sleep.

I passed by Thomas's room and saw that his door wasn't closed like the others, and the light was still on. Maybe he was just too tired

I yawned and, with tired steps, headed towards his room to turn off the light and close the door.

I was so tired, and from now on, whoever had children would take care of them. It was as if a group of little demons!

Thomas was lying on his narrow bed, his eyes tightly closed, his brows furrowed, and sweat on his face, looking very distressed. I gently nudged him, "Thomas? Tommy?"

11:43

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the fierceness in his eyes frightened me. He quickly pulled out a pistol from under his pillow and pointed it at me.

I fell back to the floor in fear. The coldness of the floor, the pain in my butt, and the fear and helplessness of being pointed at by a gun all overwhelmed my brain.

What kind of person is this? First, he mistook me for a prostitute, and now he's pointing a gun at me. I haven't even slept yet, and he's pointing a gun at me...

I felt extremely wronged, and tears fell to the ground with a plop.

He put down the gun and picked me up from the floor, hugging me and patting my back gently as if comforting a child.

I deliberately wiped my nose and tears on his pajamas.

"What are you still doing up?" I tried to speak with irritation and amusement as I attempted to pull my hand away.

"Have you had nightmares?" I heard him speak as I was dozing off.

"I always hear the sound of digging in the walls." "What shovel?"

"We were sent on a mission, underground, and the German soldiers were digging tunnels. I prayed, prayed that they would dig slowly, even slower, or that the day would come faster..."

To be honest, I was shocked listening to him.

Nobles don't become soldiers, and soldiers are all commoners, but my father had great respect for those soldiers who died in battle. But no one ever told me these things, told me that those soldiers were also human, capable of fear. Lying in a foreign land, either in eternal sleep or living with nightmares.

I gently patted his shoulder. "Wait for me to come back." Then I quietly slipped downstairs to make a cup of hot milk and brought it back upstairs.

I handed the milk to him.

Thomas looked at me somewhat surprisingly. "What's wrong? I've just put your nieces and nephews to sleep, sir." I replied, half annoyed. "If you need someone to sing you to sleep or tell you stories, do you want that too? And I'm not a nanny."

But he still didn't let go of my hand. "I want to hear your story."

My story? It's long and grim, it will break your heart." I continued trying to pull my hand away.

"It's already broken."

Looking into his sincere blue eyes, I sighed in resignation. Those eyes seemed to have some kind of magic, making me lose the ability to refuse, so I recalled the first 15 years of my life that I had buried deep in my heart.

"Can you help me?"

In my drowsiness, I heard him speak.

"Familiar with what?" I tried to open my eyelids to look at him.

All these messed-up things, messed-up life, business... I found you, and you found me... We help each other." He held me a bit tighter, but I was too tired, and his warmth made me even more sleepy.

Oh, what's the matter, we can talk about it tomorrow... Tomorrow is a new day...

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Love Song for a Vampire Pt.25

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1996

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35  Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39

Giving you and Edward privacy, Evita goes back to the bonfire. She does give one last look to the vampire, as if wondering if it was okay to leave you alone with something like him. Regardless, Evita leaves, carrying her bag that held the ritual items she would have used.

You watch her figure join the bundles of trees just to make sure she was heading in the right direction. Satisfied that she’d find her way safely, you turn to Edward who offers his hand out to you. “Care to join me for a walk?”

Hesitant fingers slide along his cold hand. Your body temperatures were solar opposites. The two colliding sent a rippling tingling that started from your palm and up your arm. Edward felt it too as he his body jolts slightly from the sensation.

“Alice called you?” You ask as you fall into step alongside him. “She said you were at Bella’s with the Denalis.”

He nods. “Yeah. But I told them there was somewhere I needed to be. Alice was freaking out. I think I freaked out a little bit more. . .”

The gentle singing of the river gets closer the further you and Edward delve into the forest. Leisurely you bump into one another in a soothing rhythm, wandering with no real destination.

“How is she doing? Bella? I saw her sometime ago and we had lunch.” You hadn’t gained the courage to call her yourself. While the two of you had spoken in a civil manner, you were still uncomfortable with the thought of ringing her up yourself. Jacob wanted friendship to blossom between you and Bella, but it was too soon for that. Especially with Edward making a stance and choosing to go after you.

“Healthy. Healthy and safe.” That was all he ever wanted for Bella. You nod and move to continue along the riverbank but Edward stops you. “Wait. I know we’re fated to be together, but I feel like there is still so much I don’t know about you. You probably know more about me.”

What was there to know about you? Before turning into a wolf, your life had been normal. So normal that it could border on being mind painfully boring. A life of rinse and repeat. Wake up, go to school, come home, do homework, then go to bed to do it all over again the next day. Occasionally on the weekends your small family might go out for a refreshing hike or even fishing.

Going on to tell Edward of your simple life on the reservation, you describe your mother and father; both hard working people and yet always generous to those who had even less n than you did. Like when Harry Clearwater died, they made sure Sue and her kids were fed for weeks. Your mom would stay up late preparing casserole dishes and other easy to heat up meals so that Sue wouldn’t have to worry about her family eating. They even picked up Seth (along with the others) for carpool.

Never wanting them to worry more than they needed to, you tried your entire childhood to be a good kid. Being a wolf though changed that. Now constantly worried about your wellbeing, all you could do was give them hollow promises that you would be safe. That was not the job of a Quileute wolf though. Combating danger was. And fighting vampires guaranteed that you were never safe.

“Do they know about me?” Hesitantly he brings up the imprinting. Unsure of how much your parents really knew about your others life.

Pursing your lips, you relent. “To an extent. They don’t really know imprinting itself but they understand that something is going on between us, whatever that may be. But they don’t know what you or the rest of your family are. Just that you’re descendants from the stories that we tell of the Cold Ones.”

Not it mention that they probably thought you still had a crush on Embry. Your parents saw it immediately when both of you were small children. Their giggles could be heard whenever you and Embry hung out and they were home. Worse was when Quil threatened to tell Embry at one point if you didn’t do whatever he said. That threat didn’t hold up when your hurled your small body at him and pinned him to the ground; hissing that you would spit in his face right then and there if he promised to keep it a secret.

“You know, I still don’t know much about you either. I know that you were the first vampire Carlisle created, but nothing else.” What you really wanted to know was what was his life like when he was a human. But you realize how sensitive that topic could be. His human family was definitely dead by now.

His gaze warms thoughtfully. When he spoke, along with fondness came the sting of sorrow. “Before Carlisle saved me from the Spanish influenza, I grew up in Chicago with a vacant father and a loving mother. Nothing particularly exciting happened during that time. I was seventeen when my mom and I got sick.”

That tender smile twitched downward for a split second at the memory of his mom and the day he became an immortal. You couldn’t imagine losing your own mother the same day you discovered you could live forever.

Edward notices the sad gleam on your face and he makes sure to lift his lips back up into an easygoing grin. “Don’t be sad. I’ve had many decades to mourn and grieve and really understand the opportunity she wanted me to have. With this life I was able to get not one, but two medical degrees, learn a handful of languages, and so much more.”

He truly had lived much longer than you. You were still the young and naive age of sixteen despite looking like a full grown adult thanks to the wolf transformation.

“That’s incredible. I’ve never been out of the state of Washington.” You bemoan and pick through the rocks that lined the slow trickle of water.

He laughs a little. “You still have plenty of time to change that. I never left Illinois when I was human either. There was the option of boarding school out of state, but I didn’t feel comfortable leaving my mom alone.” Edward sits down along the bank with a sigh and leans his head back. The sky was already a dark blanket with stars embroidered into it. His skin nearly glowed in the starlight.

You wouldn’t learn everything about him in one single night. For now, this was enough.

**

Evita couldn’t help but release a relieved breath as she walked out of the thick of trees and back to Sam Uley’s house. Happy that she didn’t have to perform a life changing spell like that. While she was more than capable, there were a lot of things that could have gone wrong for her to intervene with strong forces. Edward and (y/n)’s differences may prove to be challenging, almost to impossible, but Evita had a good feeling that things would work out for them in the end. Patience and communication was required on both sides. (Y/n) had a good head on her shoulders though. At least from what Evita could see from the short amount of time they had known each other.

Already Evita could see the orange glow of the bonfire and hear many voices reveling. For a second, she felt a ping of homesickness. Being among the warmth of a close knit community had her longing for her family. She wouldn’t be able to go home for quite awhile. There was much work to do here. Her mother had understood the duty she felt and commended her daughter.

Most of the seats closest to the fire were already taken by other members of the pack and elder’s council. There was one seat however that was still empty. Next to the only other female wolf.

Leah right?” Evita walks up to her and points to the plastic folding chair propped next to her. “Is it okay if I take this seat?”

The she-wolf flicked her dark umber eyes over to the witch, nodding her consent silently. Leah observed Evita carefully as she sat. “Where’s (y/n)?”

Grinning, Evita looked back over her shoulder at the forest. “Thought I would let her and Edward have some privacy as they talk.”

That seemed to make her draw even further into herself. “I thought I smelled a leech.”

“Oh? What do vampires smell like to you?” She innocently asked with a cock of her head. Leah had never paused to really describe a vampire’s scent.

“Grossly sweet.” Was all she could find to explain.

Humming with thought, she leans back in her chair, her view filled with the laughing faces of the younger members of the pack and the thoughtful ones of the elders. “How funny and odd this world is.”

Leah didn’t think it was funny at all. More like some cruel joke that she would never get the hang of. In every single way, this whole wolf thing had royally messed up her life. There was no solace she could take.

She knew that if she told Evita about Jacob imprinting on her, that Evita wouldn’t find the world quite so funny.

It was on the tip of her tongue as bitterness nearly won her over. Evita was genuine though and only wanted to get to know the pack better. She was willing to protect them with her magic after all.

Gulping back whatever sour thing she could have said, Leah asked her “Was this your first time encountering vampires?”

“Yes. They weren’t quite as I imagined. A visiting witch came to our house one day and told us about them. How terrifying it is to be in front of one. Even of the massive coven called the Volturi.”

(y/n) had mentioned them too. If they were enough to make the Cullens fear them, then they must be a big deal.

Her concern was palpable and Evita told Leah reassuringly “Like I told the rest of the pack, I’ll do my best to protect everyone here in Forks. I just might need to call in one more person. . .”

Eyebrows lift quizzically, Leah sits up a little straighter. “Another witch?”

She nods. “I would have preferred my grandma to come, but she’s too old for traveling and my mom is too busy taking care of my sisters. There’s someone else I know. Thing is they’re in Haiti right now so it would take a while for them to fly here.”

“You don’t think you can do it by yourself?”

“I can make all the wards myself, but I won’t have enough energy to install them strategically around Forks. I would ask the pack to help me, but they need to have a proper knowledge of magic that would take me months to teach. And with the informants that the Volturi possess, who knows how long we have until they know about this Bella girl.”

Anxiety would have besieged Evita, it should have from all the responsibility. She was good under pressure though and knew that she shouldn’t waste her time worrying. Leah watched the expression of determination calm the witch’s features. Even if it was just herself, she would do the best she could.

“Calling your friend is always worth a shot. . .” Leah murmured; Evita’s beaming confidence was contagious. “You never know. Like you said, the world is odd and funny. They might be able to make it if they plan properly.”

Evita shot Leah a bright smile. “You’re right! I’m going inside to call her.”

Knowing she could offer appreciated assistance, Leah grins to herself and glances over at the dancing flames. Her rigid demeanor softened and one could say she was at peace with herself for but a moment.

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[d-criss-news]

‘Glee’ alum Darren Criss ready for National Christmas Tree Lighting ahead of Wolf Trap

His breakthrough role arrived on Fox’s “Glee” before winning an Emmy Award on FX’s “American Crime Story.”

This week, actor and singer Darren Criss performs live at the National Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony on The Ellipse outside the White House on Thursday night.

“This is my first year doing this particular event,” Criss told WTOP. “I’ve been lucky enough in my career to have done a number of things for the Bidens. That is a low-key humble brag. They haven’t decided to kick me off the invite list yet, but there’s still room! I could really biff it at the White House.”

He joins a star-studded lineup of Mickey Guyton, Dionne Warwick, Joe Walsh, Ledisi and St. Vincent.

“It’s a pretty cool list, man,” Criss said. “I just saw the list and I don’t know who printed the ad mat, but there’s no world in my mind where I would ever appropriately be anywhere higher or before the likes of St. Vincent, Renee Rapp. … When your name is with the likes of Joe Walsh, Dionne Warwick and many more, you can’t help but just have a huge wave of imposter syndrome.”

After that, “A Very Darren Crissmas” hits The Barns at Wolf Trap in Virginia on Saturday and Sunday.

“We’re just going from town to town spreading holiday cheer, man,” Criss said. “A lot of people put out holiday albums … just playing the very well-known songs. … My main goal in life is not necessarily as a performer but more like a curator. … If I had it my way, my Christmas album would have been 100 songs that no one’s ever heard of, but because I’m not a fool, I toe the line between familiar stuff but I do it in an unfamiliar way.”

Born in San Francisco in 1987, Criss grew up in loving “Star Wars,” “Transformers” and The Beatles. He pursued the arts as a theater major at the University of Michigan, performing in “Pride & Prejudice” and “A Few Good Men” before founding StarKid Productions to produce his own shows. That included the Harry Potter production “A Very Potter Musical,” which actually landed songs on the Billboard charts.

After appearing on the ABC series “Eastwick,” Criss’ big break came on Fox’s “Glee” (2010-2015), playing transfer student Blaine Anderson, who eventually married Kurt Hummel. Criss started out singing Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” and ended by writing the Emmy-nominated song “This Time” for the series finale.

“‘Glee’ was incredibly popular and progressive,” Criss said. “I lucked out and won the golden ticket because when I joined that show, it already had a significant degree of attention where one of the most popular characters was Kurt, somebody who was making waves … in the queer dialogue amongst popular culture, the conversation of gay teens and representation of queer people on mainstream, linear, network television.”

He reunited with Ryan Murphy to play the killer Andrew Cunanan in “American Crime Story: The Assassination of Gianni Versace” (2017), beating out Antonio Banderas, Benedict Cumberbatch, Jeff Daniels, John Legend and Jesse Plemons to win the Emmy for Best Actor in a Limited Series.

“Actors wait a whole lifetime for parts like that,” Criss said. “This horrible thing happened because of a guy who happened to kind of look like me and be kind of my age and ethnicity. … Twenty years later, how do we make sure those tragedies don’t end up as these horrible things? To bring light to a darkness by illuminating the things around those tragedies, the other themes that led to how and why these things happened.”

On stage, his Broadway roles include replacing Daniel Radcliffe in “How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying” (2012), replacing Neil Patrick Harris in “Hedwig and the Angry Inch” (2015) and joining Sam Rockwell and Laurence Fishburne in the revival of David Mamet’s play “American Buffalo” (2022).

“I’ve really gotten to check a lot of boxes in what I believe to still be the earlier part of life and career, boxes that I really did always dream of and worked hard to get to,” Criss said. “Now onto Christmas baby!”

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

A casual dinner at the Hooks

This is the version in which their mother is a siren. And, yeah, no. She doesn't get a name.

They adopted Claudine Frollo. That's just a thing that happens.

And so, the dinner features:

One siren. Why, yes, also few murder attempts of hers.

Captain James Hook, completely oblivious to his wife's murderous intentions.

Three disastrous Hook siblings. But hey, they are having fun.

Claudine Frollo. She is not having fun.

Uma. She is there for the drama – and absolutely not because she loves Harry, duh, – and was tasked with retelling the whole affair to her mother later.

Oh, and Sammy Smee. They are gonna start stabbing soon.

The dinner notably does not include:

Anthony Tremaine. He waved away the invite, citing that „I'd like to live, but thank you for inviting me.“ This causes Harriet's mood to drop noticeably and she looks like she'd like to kill her dinner a second time. Claudine refuses to sit next to her.

Freddie Facilier. She, too, has a mostly functional survival instinct. CJ pouts right up until the first murder attempt distracts her.

The dinner starts about forty minutes late, when Sammy finally tracks down CJ, who was hiding at the roof of the Dragon Hall and carving her (and Freddie's) initials into it.

They are having fish.

The only fish that could be plausibly described as „cooked“ are James's and Claudine's.

Yes, Mr Smee still takes it as a personal insult.

Yes, James's fish contains few strategically placed bones, wires and fish hooks. The siren is getting desperate.

In reaction to this, James offers to cook the next meal himself, as Mr Smee clearly isn't up to it and she could use the time off anyway.

Claudine almost refuses to eat the meal when she learns it has pepper in it. Her father apparently though that seasonings is devil's invention meant to tempt people to the sin and gluttony. She promptly reminded that „Your father is a fucking cultist,“ by five people in perfect unison.

James says that while this is true, there is no reason to be so crude. This starts a chain of curses that cause Claudine to cover her ears and blush dark red.

„Claudine, no, don't drink that, please. That's for James.“ „... Okay?“

(The drink is poisoned.)

(The poison is negated by another poison in a desert CJ nicked for him from the Evil Queen so he wouldn't pay too much attention to the letter that scolds her for blowing up the lab at her school again. She should have been more concerned about Harriet finding out. Which she does in the middle of the meal. It's not pretty.)

Harry pretends to be a gentleman and pours drinks for Uma and serves her the food. James nods approvingly, CJ fakes retching, and everyone else finds it funny.

Uma tries to persuade Claudine to make crepes after dinner. This doesn't work only because Claudine's social battery is running low.

Harry offers to a) make it himself or b) make someone else do it.

This leads to another Hook siblings shouting match.

At this point, Claudine has pretty much lost it and attempts to stab CJ in the neck. The sirens smiles, says „Good job, sweetie!“ and promptly attempts to stab James. The fork catches on his coat and he doesn't even notice.

Poor Sammy Smee might or might not be doing shots at this point.

CJ wants to improve her fencing skills, and none of her siblings is amused. Harry because he wants to talk to Uma and Harriet, well, Harriet because fencing and fighting with knives are two different things. (They do end up fighting. If their meal ever was hot, it would grow cold before they got back to it.)

James attempts to entertain his family by reading some of Shakespeare's dramas out loud. It doesn't really work.

Claudine thinks that Shakespeare is in a pact with the devil.

CJ thinks it's funny, but she is also done listening to Shakespeare. She starts singing some pirate ditty or another and everyone but Claudine joins in.

[backtothefanfiction]

CHERRY BOMB | Musical Head Cannons

Just some of the songs off of my writing playlist for Cherry Bomb and the scenarios I link them to...

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Cherry, Yelena and Kate are big Harry Styles fans. Kiwi is their favourite song and when they got to see him live one time at Madison Square Garden they all screamed this song at the top of their lungs.

Piano Man - Billy Joel

The drunk end of the night song. They sing it on repeat as they walk the streets home, stood in half filled train carriages that sparks even more people to sing along. Stood on rooftops, their own private after party. Yelena usually starts but it could be any one of them really who sets them off. They never get through a whole rendition, always drunkenly forgetting the words half way through or getting distracted.

Blackbird - The Beatles

Peter hung out on the fire escape a little longer than usual one night when he caught Cherry sat on the sofa, guitar in hand, singing this song. Safe to say, Cherry also got a fright when she looked up to see him loitering outside the window.

Jerk It Out - Caesars

The song that was playing the first time Cherry got invited back to Peter's tiny apartment. He was still moving in post moving out of student halls and she came over to help him unpack. There was only a dingy small double with no sheets on, a desk and tiny kitchenette, but he was so proud of finally having his own space. They 'jerked' it out on the hard wood floors, the socks slipping all over the place as they giggled. Yelena and Kate joined them later, red solo cups and Yelena's private stash in hand to help celebrate.

Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees

The soundtracks to lazy Sunday mornings lying in bed with Peter. Tangled up in the bedsheets together. Whether the sun is peaking through between the blinds and buildings or rain is trickling down the window pain, its the staple song of Peter's relaxed and lazy playlist he plays through his phone speaker like a dorky teenager, but Cherry loves it.

Smack My B*tch Up - The Prodigy

The song that inspired Yelena and Cherry's code phrase for "It's time to fight our way out of this mess." It starts off as a phrase they just use on missions together but soon slips into their everyday conversation as a joke whenever they come across entitled guys who could do with being brought down a peg or two.

Killer Queen - Queen

Yelena and Cherry absolutely lost their minds when Peter showed up one day with a first edition of Sheer Heart Attack by Queen he had found hiding in his Aunt's garage. They immediately put it on their record player turning up Killer Queen. The quality was so bad but they still sang at the top of their lungs.

Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

The song Cherry got her nickname from. Her favourite childhood song she played to death. Signed CD in hand, supplied by her Uncle. She still has that CD sat pride of place on her shelves in her bedroom.

Knee Socks - Arctic Monkeys

One time. Cherry wore knee high socks one time and that as it. From that day on Knee Socks was one of Peter's most played song. When Cherry saw it, she knew exactly why he was playing it on repeat, his fantasies on repeat in his mind, this song the soundtrack. When he climbed in through her window one night she was sat waiting in her underwear and knee socks.

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I'm back in my Peter Parker feels, so expect new parts of Cherry Bomb coming real soon.

click the links to catch up...

ONE TWO CHERRY & YELENA'S APARTMENT

[put-me-in-a-movie-mp3]

Hi I am not sure if you still do ships....But yeah if you are still doing can you do for stranger things, Harry Potter, IT, twilight ,Wednesday,Marvel and Percy Jackson maybe? I know it's a lot but ....PLEASE

I don't exactly know who to ship with so ...

Appearance: I have big round brown eyes and hair just below the upper back .. I am 5,1 with lean or nearly fit hourglass figure and have South Indian brown skin tone.....blackish brown hair and oval face and I have a lot of moles (the one near the eyebrow is like signature mole maybe) and scars (Mostly from fighting with my bro...it tens to get violent 😭😭) .....I have small hands and small feet...

Personality: Typical INFJ....I prefer to be alone but when I was supposed to interact with others I get extroverted... And I don't shy away from making new friends or talking to strangers.....Basically an ambivert ..I am very bold and confident about myself....loves adventures and challenges like bungee jumping and risking my life ......sometimes impulsive......tend to be talkative and like to annoy the people I like....And I am VERY LOYAL.......And expect the same from others too .....Yeah it's a lot to expect..... And I am basically like boyish things (According to fellow strangers) like MARVEL,video games,anime ..... I like K-pop too..........I like to learn and try new things..

Likes: MUSIC(CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT) ...mostly K-pop ,emo rock,pop,and melody songs...,Ice cream, Cats(I can't live without cats), chocolate ,food(I am a sucker for chicken fried rice) ,sleep, read(Obviously 🙄) ,dance , sing, draw,...

Dislike: Not very loyal people,Cheaters, Bullies, Beetroot, rude people

And I tend to be good at everything I do...like I am top in my studies,can draw,paint,dance,sing,etc.. and I am very passionate and driven towards my goals and anything I DO

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor...(A close call with Slytherin)

Favorite color: It changes every 6 years but always black 🖤, and currently I am in my Blue 💙 phase

Can you make me one ?

Its been a hot ass minute, but I am back and deciding to finish the requests! <3

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson <3

Now by far, I would have to say he is perfect for you. I mean perfect. Let's be real, he would be obsessed with you. Eddie talks a lot, you talk a lot, which is great. You both match each others energy perfectly. You both love the same bands and wear almost all black. At school, you guys stand out. Mostly because you guys are the only couple wearing all black to school (everyday). You guys would happen to find a stray cat somewhere and you would beg him to let you keep. Eddie, not being able to say no to you. Obviously says yes. It would be a black kitten that you guys name Raven. Another thing is at school, you hate Billy Hargrove. You despise him, mostly because he is known for being a cheater, but also because he is just a prick. If he were to ever mess with your friends or god forbidden Eddie, all hell will break loose.

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley

Fred is a goofball that just so happens to fall in love with you. Partially because you match his energy as well. You both love to pull pranks on people and be goofy all the time. At the great hall when you guys are eating, you are loud and laughing and you get everyone to join in the conversation. At the end of the meal, everyone at the table is dying laughing. Partially because Fred thought it would be a good idea to start a food fight. His target being the one and only Draco Malfoy. You and Fred love to watch movies together, stargaze, and take adventures around Hogwarts (mostly after hours when your not suppose to be out of your dorms).

Twilight: Seth Clearwater

You and Seth were unsure of each other first. Or at least he was unsure of you. Everyone in his life is older and serious, he is still in high school trying to figure everything out. Trying to live a normal life while there are a bunch of vampires going batshit. You and him find each other and guys are each others peace. He makes you feel so safe and you're always there to comfort him. He is confused on where his life is going and doesn't have a good family to connect with. You are his home and he adores everything about you.

Wednesday: Enid Sinclair

You and Enid match each others personalities so well. Enid never really met someone that is an exact replica of herself. The confidence, talkativeness, kindness, and someone that is actually funny. You two are a power couple. There is never a dull moment. You would naturally be there for Enid 110%. Since she has had a hard time becoming full werewolf, you are always there to comfort her through it since it has been her biggest insecurity. You make her feel so special and loved like she never has. You constantly measure that everything will be okay. Enid definitely goes out of her way to give you flowers and stick sweet little notes that you find throughout you day. She is defiantly a romantic and ever since Ajax, she was heartbroken. You completely fixed her.

[erodasfishtacos]

ST. PAUL

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warnings: smut, daddy kink, 18+

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Harry loves being the center of attention.

It’s really no surprise at this point that he enjoys when tens of thousands of people are watching him perform.

He also secretly loves that people love his wife as well. He swore sometimes he thinks his wife is more popular than him during tour.

YN was didn’t come out from backstage to stand and watch the show right away like she usually did - she was working through some merch issues with Jeff.

Harry noticed that the fans were continuously looking back to where his wife would usually stand for the show.

Between one of the sets, Harry goes about ready some of the posters that fans have brought and he huffs out a faux affronted remark as he reads one out loud.

“I’m only here for your hot wife.”

He jokingly glares at the fan as the crowds laughs, “M’gonna have t’have a talk with security about these posters! Y’hitting on m’wife in front me! She’s not even out here, tough luck mate.”

Then he shimmies away as another song comes on.

A few minutes later, a sign pops up that says, “I want to taste YN’s watermelon sugar.”

Harry gives the person holding the sign a look of disbelief and shakes his head in disapproval at the poster before turning away.

“Should I text him?”

Harry reads from a fan’s board, he holds up his left hand and wriggles his ring finger that is donned in his wedding band, “Y’asking the wrong person, love. I’ve been locked down f’eleven years, don’t know much about the new age of dating!”

He goes on to say, “My only advice is if he’s playing games - don’t do it. Trash, trash, trash. Not for you.”

When YN finally arrives to her usual spot, everyone tries to get a glimpse from where they’re at. It was a thing, everyone wants to not only get a glimpse of Harry Styles’ wife but also her outfit.

There were hundreds of instagram accounts now dedicated to their matching tour outfits.

The short dress she was wearing was made of the same material and color as his shirt *** and she looked stunning as always.

The singer notices all of the attention dart to the side of the arena, where he also spots his beautiful wife smiling with Glenne as they go to their usual spot.

When She ends, Harry walks down the catwalk with a exaggerated pout on his face, giving his wife a pointed look, “I just want to remind everyone, this show’s about me! I’m quite the narcissist so I know m’wife is gorgeous but we’re here f’me!”

The crowd erupts in laughter and playful ‘boos’ as a dimply smile spreads on his face as he adjust his in-ears.

YN bites the inside of her lip, holding back her own giggles at her husband’s boyish antics before she joins along in the boos.

“Alright, alright, no booing me now,” Harry titters like the comedian he is, “Just remindin’ y’who this is all about. Me! But let’s give a round of applause to m’wife who deals with the narcissism on a daily basis!”

The arena does so, thousands of fans capturing their interaction on their phones for people to coo over later.

YN rolls her eyes, laughing at some Glenne says before and then Harry is starting his next song with a few glances over to her until they meet eyes and he blows her a kiss which she returns.

And then a poster pops up in the pit that Harry knows he has to snag - gets a brilliant idea so he asks the fan to pass it forward.

He props his mic back into its stand before turning the poster around and showing it to his wife on the side.

“Show us your tits, respectfully.”

YN flips him off with a giggle before teasing at the collar of her dress which makes Harry’s jaw drop dramatically and he gives her a surprised look before shaking his head. ***

“Don’t y’dare flash the goods! I’m just jokin’ around, this is a family show….” He pauses before prompting the crowd, “Or is it?”

As he performs Lights Up, YN steps forward to the barricade to call over one of the fan who is awestruck as she stumbles over to YN.

“Could I borrow your sign?” YN asks the fan - who was dressed in a sequined suit that looked amazing and she had to compliment her on that too.

“Uh…yeah. He-here,” The girl stutters nervously, passing over the posterboard with shaky hands at meeting YN.

She was sooooo pretty up close, smelled like chanel number five, and smiled warmly enough to make the fan feel comfort.

“Thanks, I’ll give it right back,” YN assures her, stepping back over to Glenne, they giggle together before YN holds it over her head.

“Choke Me Daddy.”

Harry spots it in a mere minute, reading it over and unable to hide the moody, dark expression that flashes across his face before he covers it up by looking elsewhere.

Just the reaction she wanted.

Harry stay away from that side of the stage for a little, YN knows it’s to prevent a very public boner from her behavior.

YN hands it back, agrees to take a few pictures with the girl and her friends before they go back to enjoy the concert.

-

The girl who lent her the sign goes on to make tiktoks about the meeting.

“She was super nice and giggly.”

“She let us take a ton of selfies.”

“When she held it up, Harry like instantly got pissed or turned on or something because he gave her this look and it was intense.”

“Harry was staring at her like the whole concert after she held up that sign.”

“It seemed like YN was purposefully ignoring his signals to make him even more annoyed.”

“Her ring was so pretty.”

“I couldn’t tell who was more attractive, Harry or YN, I think they’re literally the hottest couple alive.”

-

When the concert ends, Harry bolts off stage - waving and blowing kisses to his adoring fans before disappearing into the back.

YN is waiting patiently by the entry, where she usually was, her stomach was tight and bracing for her husband’s reaction.

She wanted to play.

They both knew it.

Hell, the whole arena had known she wanted it.

And to her absolute disappointment, Harry arrives back stage and pulls her into a tight hug. He pulls back gently to kiss her with his large palm cupping her face.

“Hi baby, m’exhuasted. I’ll shower at the hotel,” Harry rasps, peppering a few more soft kisses before intertwining their fingers.

YN has to hide her disappointment that it wasn’t Harry coming back stage, shoving her into his dressing room, and giving it to her hard for the sign she held up.

Nope, during the ride to the hotel, he was cuddly and like a puppy - whining until YN massaged his neck and allowed him to lay his head in her lap.

He doesn’t bring up the sign, just relaxes quietly until they get to the hotel and then just grabs her hand to lead her to their room.

YN tries to settle down the itchy arousal in her belly when Harry goes to shower.

She changes out of her dress into one of Harry’s shirts and goes about folding and organizing both of their suitcases.

After the shower stops, YN hears Harry moves around for a moment until he’s opening the bathroom door.

“Do you want to order room service? I’m star-“

She’s cut off when her husband’s hand reaches down and intertwines into her hair - gentle by firmly pulling her to stand by it and tugging her back into his hard chest.

“Harr-“

“I don’t think so, baby. I think s’daddy, yeah?” Harry hisses against the shell of her ear, “Do y’think I’d forget about y’holding up a sign that said choke me daddy?”

It’s easy for her to slip in a fuzzier, submissive state because she knows her husband will keep her safe and always take care of her.

“You showed that sign fir-“ YN begins to argue back but Harry pulls at her hair to silence her.

“Y’want t’argue or do you want t’be a good girl f’daddy?” Harry asks lowly, his voice threaten and void of any of his normal warmth, “I think ten is a good number, hm? Ten t’your arse?”

“But-“ YN loved to push him, she wanted those ten but she also liked to rile Harry up which was even better when he was adrenaline high from a show.

“Say ‘yes daddy’ or I’ll add five,” He warns, his voice had a delicious rasp from singing and he wraps his hand into her thong and rips it - making her yelp as the elastic snaps against her skin.

YN’s heart is pounding out of her chest, usually she was the one who took Harry by surprise - not the other way around.

Her skin was aching already from the brush burn of the fabric being torn from her sensitive skin, scalp pulsing from the tension on her hair.

“You were so obvious on stage, H. Once I held up that sign, your face gave everything away - that you’re so easy f’me - it’s embarrassing. I’ve been locked down for eleven years,” She imitates his accent in a bratty bite.

Harry snaps, nearly picking her up as he manhandles her over to the large hotel bed and she finds herself on her belly with Harry landing a hard slap to her right cheek.

“Y’think you’re s’fuckin’ cute? Don’t act like it doesn’t get y’soaked seeing all those fans cry f’me and I come home t’you,” He chuckles meanly, “And y’want to call me desperate? Look in the mirror, love.”

YN wriggles a bit but doesn’t have much time before the second and third hit with his rings still on - making it hurt even more.

“Count f’me, sweetheart,” Harry hums, thumbing open her cheeks to lean down and teasing lick her tighter entrance before letting go to land the fourth one.

“F-four,” She chokes out, feeling herself drip onto the sheets and her nipples tighten against the cotton fabric of the shirt she still has on.

“Four what.”

The air in the room is thick, humid as she mumbles against the pillows, “Four daddy.”

“Louder.”

“Four, s’four daddy,” YN moans, tacking on the fifth to her words when he lands on her left cheek and she can tell how sore she’ll be in the morning already.

“Gonna give me fifteen, baby? Or are y’done?” His voice is cautious, checking in to see where she’s at - if they add five more that means she really wants to play. If he stops at five, they both know that means she only wanted to be roughed up a little bit for the night.

“More, please.” YN gasps, shaking her bum in his face before it’s caught with the hardest hit yet and she yelps in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

After they reach fifteen, Harry is flipping her on her back and tugging her shirt off until her breasts spill out and he tugs roughly at a nipple.

“Daddy, please, please,” She whines, her thighs were damp and she was absolutely pulsating for his touch on her.

“I think I deserve an apology f’your behavior tonight,” He whispers against her puffy lips, his cock slipping against her mound lazily, “Desperate f’me even in front of tens of thousands of people. It’s quite cute, darling.”

“Fuck me, fuck me,” YN presses her lips to his eagerly, moaning when he slips between her folds and his tip bumps against her clit.

“Y’have no fuckin’ manners, pet. I think I’ve spoiled y’too much,” Harry admonishes with faux disappoint, pulling back until their centers aren’t touching and landing a smack to her mound.

Then he’s reaching down to thumb at her bud with a relentless pleasure but as soon as she starts to lift her hips into the feeling - he pulls away and tucks two fingers up inside her - repeats that quite a few times.

She felt like she was on fire, she needed him so badly that she wasn’t able to take much more of the teasing.

They usually played for longer, hours sometimes but on tour - it was hard to, both of them bone-tired and knowing they have to get up early and do it again tomorrow.

Harry knows his wife like the back of his hand, knows when she needs more and when she’s hit her limit for the night.

When he sees hot, fat tears spilling from the corner of her eyes, lips full and swollen, and she’s mewling, “Daddy.”

He knows she’s nearly at her limit, he slips inside her with no resistance and has to push for a moment because it feels that euphoric.

“Baby, fuck. Always feel s’fuckin’ good. This body was made f’me, yeah? S’addicitng, s’warm and tight,” Harry praises his wife, kissing her before tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth.

“S’for you, all of it. Ha-Daddy, I’m so close already, do it - c’mon,” She begs, legs wrapping around his narrow waist and pressing her heels into his bum.

They both know what she wants but he wants to hear her say it.

“C’mon, tell me. Say it and I’ll give it t’you,” He rumbles as he thrusts in with loud, smacking noises echoing through the room.

She blinks up at him with twinkling doe eyes, a small smirk on the side of her lips, as she says in a kittenish voice, “Choke me, daddy.”

And like that, his hand is collaring her throat and lightly pressing down until her breathe catches in her throat.

“Come f’me, m’desperate lil’ thing. All those people with those nasty signs and all I can think about it y’perfect cunt,” He murmurs in her ears, pressing just a bit more and then just like clockwork - she tenses and begins to come and he lightens his grip and releases when he follows soon after her.

-

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[watchmegetobsessed]

BABY MAMA

A/N: woke up and just knew i needed to write about dad Harry, bc lets be honest, he is my fav. this fic is perfectly fine as a oneshot, but if you'd like, it could be a sequel to Grammy Winner Husband and Baby Grammy, i wrote things to line up with them!

PAIRING: Husband!Harry / Dad!Harry x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2k

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The arena is blowing up, the fans are screaming from the top of their lungs and Harry is putting out a show just as good as the previous ones have been. He is blowing the stage up, singing, dancing, joking around with the fans, enjoying this time he gets to spend with the people who got him to this point in his life. He’ll never be not grateful for what he has, what he is experiencing, no matter how hard this life can get sometimes.

“Dallas, how are you feeling tonight?” he asks in the mic as he walks back to his water bottle to have a few sips. The crowd erupts, the screams almost burst his eardrums, but he just chuckles, easing his thirst with some water before he returns to the microphone stand.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he teasingly asks, though the reaction is the same. Insane screaming. “Alright, let’s move this show on before you get bored,” he chuckles playfully, the band starts playing the next song and he is back at what he does the best. Performing.

Though not far from the arena, there’s someone who thinks there’s something he is even better at than performing. That person is you, and you’re one hundred percent sure Harry is best at being a father to your five months old son.

Owning the stage, putting out the utter best he can, Harry’s thoughts still wander away from the show he is supposed to be focusing on. He can’t help it, his instincts are just completely drawn to his baby in the hotel suit, dying to know how he is doing. Leaving for the show late afternoon was harder than usually, because baby Theo was having a fever and coughing quite badly. His heart was breaking that he couldn’t help his son, didn’t even know what could be done for such a tiny baby.

“Love, he’ll be alright, okay? The doctor is on the way, it’s gonna be fine,” you told him gently as he was cradling Theo to his naked chest, always so eager to be skin-to-skin with him. Harry kissed his soft little curls on top of his head before nodding, though you knew it was eating him away.

“Call me or Jeff if something happens, okay?” he told you, handing Theo over to you, who was finally asleep after fussing for hours.

“I will,” you nodded, but he cupped your face to make you look at him.

“Y/N, I mean it. I’ll come off the stage if—“

“You won’t come off the stage, Theo is gonna be fine, he just probably got a cold from the aircon at the greenroom in Denver. He’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

He knew this tone, this was your momma bear voice and he would never argue with you when you used it, so he just nodded, kissed you and then Theo’s chubby cheek before heading out.

Now as he is nearing the end of the show he can’t help but think about finally being back at the hotel with his wife and baby, though he won’t let it be seen how eager he is to get off the stage.

The last song passes, the whole arena blows up from the energy and he is throwing kisses everywhere as he heads off the stage, down the aisle that leads him backstage. As he puts on his mask he turns around one last time, throwing some more kisses around to his beloved fans before disappearing behind the curtains.

“Did she call?” he instantly asks Jeff instantly, who hands him his phone over, a text from you already waiting for him.

Doc just left, everything is fine, left some meds for bub. Love you Xx

Even though this is what you told him before too, he feels relieved that the doctor confirmed it, but he still can’t wait to see the two of you.

“Alright, get the car ready, I’m leaving in ten,” he tells Jeff.

“Got it,” he nods, not even daring to argue with him. He knows better than to stand between Harry and his baby.

His legs bounce nervously on his way back to the hotel and he jumps out of the car as if it was on fire, running inside in a rush. He swipes the keycard through the reader on the door and opens it quietly, scanning over the place for you and Theo and there you are, sitting in one of the armchairs with his sleeping son in your arms, your hand gently tapping on his bum. You must have just finished feeding him, because a rag is still thrown over your shoulder and your shirt is all wrinkled around your chest. Theo loves playing with the fabric while you breastfeeding him and Harry loves watching his tiny fingers grab onto it and massaging it aimlessly.

“Hey,” he breathes out, quietly pushing the door closed behind him before he walks over, kneeling in front of you. He kisses Theo’s forehead first, before pressing his lips to yours too. “How is bub feeling?”

“He is doing good. The doc gave him some meds for the fever and we have a syrup for the coughing. He said he’ll be fine in a few days,” you softly explain to him, nodding towards everything the doctor left you on the coffee table.

Harry grabs the bottles, inspecting them as if he knows anything about medicine and you can’t help but smile as he furrows his eyebrows, reading the packaging.

“Want to put him to bed?” you ask him, his head snapping up right away.

“Of course,” he nods eagerly. You both stand up and he carefully takes the little boy from your arms without waking him up. “Hey bubs, I missed you,” he coos at Theo and as you watch him sway with the sleeping baby, your heart could easily burst from just the sight of them.

You didn’t know what life would be like as a family of three. After Harry posted a picture of you with his Grammy award and your belly ready to pop, the whole world went crazy over the fact that Harry Styles is going to be a dad. Despite the buzz, you managed to stay hidden for the rest of your pregnancy and just three weeks after that post, Theodore Styles decided to come to the world. Harry cancelled everything for the first two months, it was just the three of you, showering in the joys of parenthood. You had all the ups and downs, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Then tour got rescheduled and Harry was hesitant whether it was a good idea to go on the road with a five months old.

“Sarah and Mitch are coming too, she gave birth a week after me,” you reasoned when Harry was about to cancel the whole tour. It took you some time to convince him that it’s gonna be fine, though you knew he would be extra cautious with Theo.

Now as you see him gently sway his way to the bassinet next to your bed, knowing that he just performed to thousands of people and now he is here with you and your son, you wouldn’t change it to some peace at home. Besides, you’re convinced tour is gonna do good for Theo, make him get used to people around him, not just the two of you or the grandparents and aunts. During the first night in Vegas, he barely spent an hour in your arms, everyone wanted a piece of him and you gladly let them befriend him, especially because he loves meeting new people, just like his daddy.

As Harry lays him into the bassinet and stands next to it with a lovesick smile on his face, you sneak behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smells so fresh, he surely had a quick shower before heading back to the hotel, but you’re already planning to seduce him to join you for a quick shower as well. He won’t say no.

“Watched a livestream for a bit, you were so good,” you hum, kissing his right shoulder blade and you don’t miss how he leans back against you. “Loved the shimmery outfit.”

“Yeah?” he chuckles softly. Reaching around, he pulls you forwards so he can wrap you in his arms, kissing your forehead gently. “I missed seeing you dance at the side,” he smirks at you and you don’t miss the reference to the old times.

On his first solo tour, when you weren’t even married yet he often caught you dancing like crazy at the side of the stage, it would always make him laugh mid-song and you loved hearing his giggles through the mic, so you often did it on purpose. A few nights ago in Vegas you did the same, but with Theo in your arms, a massive ear protector on his head so the noise didn’t hurt him. When Harry spotted you, he almost started crying, he mouthed I love youand then carried on with the show.

“I’ll be there soon,” you smile at him, cupping his face in your hands to pull him down for a kiss that’s more than just a peck. “Now, I need help with something,” you mumble against his lips.

“Anything, baby.”

“I need you to help me shower,” you tell him cheekily. He pulls back and stares down at you with a playful grin, his hands already wandering under your shirt.

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yeah, I need someone to wash my back and… maybe somewhere else,” you hum seductively and start pulling him towards the bathroom, peeking at Theo one last time, but he is sleeping so deep, the two of you can have some alone time.

“Alright, I could never deny anything from my favorite milf,” he grins, but you smack his chest with a gasp.

“Harry! I told you not to call me that!” you protest, the two of you walking into the bathroom not to bother the sleeping baby in the room. You start running the water right away so it can be nice and hot for you when you walk in.

“Why? You are a milf,” he smirks, so full of himself, already pulling his shirt over his head.

“Then you’re a dilf, just so you know.”

“Baby, my fans have been calling me that for years, even before Theo,” he chuckles softly.

“You were destined to be a dad,” you giggle, getting rid of your own clothes. “Hey, if Theo feels better tomorrow, we could maybe take a walk in that park we saw on the way here,” you suggest, but when no answer comes, you look at Harry and find him just standing there, fully naked, staring at you grinning widely. “What?” you ask, glancing down at your own naked body. Suddenly, you are way too aware of the weight you haven’t been able to lose after giving birth, the stretch marks on your waist and how you’re not at all freshly shaved. Just as you’d move your hands to cover yourself a bit, Harry grabs your wrists and stops you.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby,” he hums, dropping his head until his lips could reach yours.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you giggle, feeling your face heating up.

“It’s the truth! I have the prettiest baby mama and that’s a fact.”

He looks at you with so much love and adoration in those beautiful green eyes, it almost makes you cry, knowing that this man is your husband and you get to spend the rest of your life with him.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you kiss him hard, pulling him into the spacious walk in shower.

“Then come and get your baby mama wet,” you giggle against his lips, making him laugh with the ambiguous request as he shuts the glass door behind him, his lips hungrily kissing wherever he can reach and you’re pretty sure the hot water is not the only thing that’s steaming up the glass.

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[harrysgloves]

Three in a Tub

Harry Styles x Reader x Florence Pugh

Story Summary: Florence and Harry help you relax.

Warnings: Language // Foreplay (Fingering, Female Receiving from Male) // Voyeurism // MFF // 18+ please!

A/N: Requested! Hope you all have a good Friday night 😈 xx

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You sunk deeper and deeper into the almost scalding bathwater. Your muscles burned and you silently cursed yourself for agreeing to an intro into pole dancing class.

You were a complete and total pushover when it came to telling your friends "no" and both of them knew it. 

Sam, your long time confidante, and his girlfriend, Casey, were pretty much the only friends you had that you actually liked. The other ones that were still mostly Sam's friends, you could really do without. Especially now that the metaphorical cat was out of the bag, and most people knew about your relationship.

They were a bunch of famous hungry assholes.

Minus Sam and Casey, who only ever wanted the best for you. 

But this? This was absolute horseshit.

You'd tried your best to weasel your way out of going to that stupid class but if your friends with someone long enough- not even your cutest puppy dog eyes will effect them.

To be fair, the class was fun. You had a good time once you started to crack out of your shell. It only took seeing Casey falling on her ass and you almost busting your lip open to stop caring so much about everyone looking at you. 

You laughed and giggled, carrying on with your friend but it was the day after your workout class and you felt like you were only moments away from dying.

You had waited until you knew both Harry and Florence were out of the house before sneaking over to use their good bathtub. While they were still trying their best to convince you to move in, you still had another 3 months to go on your lease.

This bathtub might change some of your moral standings on letting them buy you out of your lease. 

You'd marry this bathtub if you could.

Once you'd finally limped your way into the glorious tub you swore you were never getting out. The time slipping away from you, your eyes closed as the water soothed your overworked muscles that ached all the way down to the bone.

"Looks like we got an intruder, Flor." The smug voice of your boyfriend echoed through the tile covered room. Your eyes instantly shot open at the sound.

"Know you wouldn't have to break in if you just moved here." She said in almost a sing-song voice as her steps carried her from across the room to one side of the golden clawfoot tub that sat directly in the middle of the obnoxiously large room.

"It's not breaking in if you have a key and the alarm code."

"Gonna have to change the alarm, Flor." Harry chuckled as he sat opposite of Florence, his ringed hands skimming the top of the warm water.

"Yeah, something she'd never guess."

"Like you two could remember something other than my birthday as your alarm." You huffed, a smile cracked across both of their faces.

"Why didn't you tell us you were coming over, love?" Harry asked as he gently flicked the water about, Florence's hand joining in to do the same.

"Bit embarrassing."

"Not embarrassing!" She smiled widely, the glimmer of hope that you'd finally agree to move in, flashing in her face. "You know you can come over whenever. Besides, your bathtub is shit at your place." 

"Why would it be embarrassing?" Harry questioned, his brows furrowed when he saw you sink deeper into the tub.

"Oh," Florence tried her best to hide her snicker as she shook her head, her hands instantly moved from the water to your sore shoulders. Her fingers dug deep into the muscles, causing a satisfied groan to escape you. "Had that class yesterday, didn't you?"

"Bit sore, love?" Harry smiled, he already knew the answer to his question. The smile on his face was all-knowing, and annoying, but you somehow still loved it.

"Yes." You whined, "Shouldn't have gone. My legs hate me." 

"Let us help." He offered, your head nodding almost the second the words left his mouth.

Both sets of hands massaged into different parts of your sore body. Harry's hands gently and firmly rubbed down your legs one at a time, while Florence continued to work deep into your shoulders.

You rested your head against the curved back of the tub, feeling better within a few minutes then you had in 12 hours.

"Still tense?" She asked as her fingers continued their dance down your shoulders, across your chest. Her delicate fingers rolled your nipples to hard peaks.

"Yeah," You gasped out the word, "a bit."

"Should probably help her out with that, right, H?" Her sweet smile curled at the end of her lips, you had seen that cute smirk enough to know you were in for trouble.

"Think so, can't have our girl feeling bad." His hands, those fucking hands of magic, ran higher and higher up your thighs, your legs fell open without having to be told.

"Someone's being a good girl today." You could feel her smirk against your neck, her face buried there as she watched Harry tease your opening. 

His fingers ran up and down your slit. Those pastel green eyes darkened with every shuttering pass he made. Drinking you both in with his eyes, studying the way you gently shifted closer to him. His lips parting in a silent gasp of awe at the way your back arched when he finally slipped his finger inside you. Your tight cunt clasping around him, begging for more.

"Tense everywhere aren't you, lovie?"

"Our poor girl." She cooed, her lips pressed feather light against that weak spot you had close to your ear. Her warm breath fanned across your already steaming skin. "Gonna fuck you properly tonight. Make you forget about how much your body hurts, hm?"

"Fuck." Harry groaned when you breathlessly nodded your agreement. A second finger pressed against your g-spot when he surged forward to capture your lips with his own. His tongue was demanding, dominating, taking everything and anything he wanted. 

It left your toes curling into the metal of the tub. Your hands gripped around the sides to keep you from slipping down.

"Don't think H can wait much longer to fuck you, baby." Florence whispered in your ear loud enough for you both to hear.

He merely groaned as he parted from your lips, head rested against your shoulder as he pumped harder into you. 

Florence's mouth quickly replaced his, her movements soft and meticulous. Her hand wrapped around the back of your neck to bring you closer to her. Only breaking away when you couldn't keep up any longer.

You were a panting, moaning, mess. Harry knew your body like the back of his own hand and the second his thumb ran tight circles around your clit you felt the impending build of your high quickly approaching.

All of the sensations of the both of them working together had you weak. Her puffy pouty lips sucked hickeys into your skin. His free hand laced around your neck as he leaned down for a messy kiss, his thumb pressed gently against your pressure point.

"Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart. Know you want to, fuck can feel you begging for it." His words were slurred together with lust and greed, and God, he was ready to get you into bed.

You could hear every single sound in stereo-  the sloshing of the water, lips against skin, your rampant moans that grew and grew

And-

Your peak hit- consuming you completely. Your vision, your hearing, your sense of time and place all lost to the depth of pleasure. Your eyes rolled as your leg quivered. 

"So good for us."

"Fucking perfect."

"Love you so much, baby."

"Love you, sweetheart, you're okay. You're okay."

"I think my soul left my body for a second." You managed to breathe out before you could understand who was saying what. The sound of their laughter brought you closer and closer to the surface of yourself again.

The sloshing water and your body being moved around was your cue to finally open your eyes. Your head rested against his chest while Florence situated her back to your front. Her hand laced through yours, Harry chin rested on your shoulder.

"Love you." You murmured, the words still felt weird on your lips but you loved the way they both lit up when you said them.

"Which one do you love the most?" He asked without a moment's pause, your eyes instantly rolled as you groaned.

"Fuck, we're not doing this while I can hardly feel my face." 

"It's me isn't it?"

"I don't want to be around either one of you right now." You huffed as you tried to sit up a bit, both bodies trapped you in your place.

"We're in the bath together, love."

"You mean dirty water soup."

"Ew!" Florence screeched, instantly shooting forward and up out of the bath.

"Had to ruin it, didn't you?" Harry questioned with a laugh as he shook his head.

"Yeah, it gets you two to the bed faster."

[phoebe-delia]

Teddy Bear (Dronarry)

Okay. Yes I have done this prompt already—a long time ago. But I had this idea, back then, and I wrote it down and I wanna do it now. So here is a second entry for @drarrymicrofic prompt: serenade.

Oh, and if anyone is wondering—it is directly inspired by this scene from Full House. Also—I was going to have this just be Drarry + a third-wheeling Ron, but I decided: fuck it. We can have some Dronarry as a treat. Also: this is my first triad fic so please be gentle! HUGE thanks to my darlingest @basicallyahedgehog for the beta and cheerleading. CW: one tiny blink-and-you-miss-it innuendo.

"Alright little one, what song do you want to sing tonight?" Harry smiled helplessly as Lily gave him a wide, toothless grin from her new 'Big Girl Bed.'

"Teddy Bear!" She exclaimed, her words slurry but eager as she pounded tiny, demanding fists onto the quilt in her excitement.

Harry heard Ron murmur to Draco, "She gets that from you," and then Draco's retaliatory smack to Ron's arm— it was light, from the way Ron still snickered.

Harry turned back to the two of them—Ron's impish grin and Draco's half-hearted glare. "Are we ready?"

"I know I am—unlike some people," Draco sniffed in Ron's direction. "I know how to carry a tune."

Ron leered. "Mmhm—and I know how to make you sing."

Harry and Draco both flushed. "Can we please get back on track here?" Harry huffed—a bit too breathily for his own liking. "Now—" he said, grinning brightly at an obliviously smiling Lily. "Ready?" He let his husbands nod at him affirmatively. "A-one, a-two, a-one, two, three, four!"

The three of them clapped their hands rhythmically, Ron and Draco singing "buh-pa-da-da" while Harry started the first verse:

"Oh baby let me be Your lovin' teddy bear Put a chain around my neck And lead me anywhere.

"Oh let me be—" he paused to let the other two sing—"Oh let him be"—before joining in—"Your teddy bear"

They continued the song, each taking turns as practiced—according to Draco's specifications, which both Harry and Ron had to admit worked well, especially as Lily settled down, her head on her pillow.

"Don't wanna be your tiger." (Ron)

"'Cause tigers play too rough." (Harry)

"Don't wanna be your lion" (Draco—who always sang that line with a bit too much enthusiasm).

Then Ron again—"'Cause lions ain't the kind you love enough," and the three of them held that note for a one, two before—

Draco took back over, singing the chorus while Ron and Harry happily snapped their fingers to the rhythm of their background, "buh-pa-da-da"'s.

And then, finally, Draco sang, "I just wanna be your teddy bear—" and the three of them ended with a harmonized, "Oooooooohhh" that Draco let go on for a second before lifting his hand and making a fist to cue the end of the note.

Harry watched Lily's eyes start to flutter closed, a contented smile curving her lips. He glanced over his shoulder to see Ron and Draco with similar expressions of aching love and fondness for their daughter. "Good night, darling," Draco smoothed a hand over Lily's head, leaning over to press a kiss to her head.

"Sleep well, sweetheart," Ron mumbled as he moved in close to kiss Lily's temple and wrapped an arm around Draco's waist. The two of them glanced up at one another, soft and open, and Harry let them have a moment while he kissed Lily's cheek. "We love you."

When Harry glanced back at them, two sets of adoring eyes met his gaze, making him inhale sharply. It still surprised him, even after so many years of being with these two incredible men, that he was living a kind of love he'd never known was possible.

"C'mon, loves," Ron said softly, taking Harry's and Draco's hands in each of his. "Let's go to bed."

[rommahh]

{Girlfriend in the pit}

The fans loved when you joined them In the pit. It made the energy level fly off the wall. You danced and shimmied and screamed along with all of the fans. You always remembered to keep one of your reusable grocery bags folded in your back pocket for the fans to put any posters, letters, flowers, etc that they wanted Harry to have.

You normally created chaos in the pit too. You would start chants like, “free the nips!” Just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend. The fans never took their attention away from Harry to bother you or fan over you because you acted just like them. You get super ecstatic when golden comes on and the lights drop, you cry and sob when he sings sott and falling, and you dance to tpwk and sunflower just like everyone else.

Harry loved watching you in the pit- alway making sure to look for you when he made his way around to the side of the stage you were on. He would sing directly to you or mock your little dances. It made him happy to see how involved you were in his life and career.

After show you would hug crying fans and take as many pictures as they wanted. Even though you weren’t Harry, you were the closest thing a lot of fans would get to him. So you sit around for a moment to listen to people’s stories about how Harry has saved them. Or listen to them rant about how happy they are to have come to the concert. You’d even hold and wipe the tears out of the eyes of those who were just being hit with post concert depression.

You knew what it was like to be a fan because you were a fan. Before you and Harry were a thing, you were merely just a fan- mind you this was during the era of one direction- who wanted nothing more than to support their favorite artist. You understood how hard it could be after concerts to understand what had just happens minutes prior. It’s hard to gather all of your feelings after they had just exploded from your body purely out of excitement.

When people finally started to wander out of the venue, a body guard would lead you backstage to Harry’s dressing room. Normally after shows you’d find Harry sitting on the couch in his dressing room crying or meditating to calm his adrenaline. He too was just like his fans where he became so overwhelmed that he exploded.

You’d go into his dressing room and pull his sweaty body to your lap to hold him tight. He’d cry about how amazing the show was or about the things he wished he did better. You’d grab the hand towel placed on the coffee table in front of you to dab the sweat and tears off of his face.

After he calmed down, he would still be sitting still in your lap, head cushioned by your thighs as you ran gentle fingers through his hair. You would listen to his labored breathing to make sure he didn’t need his inhaler- still a little shaken up by the show in Colorado.

Eventually he would quietly get up from your lap to change out of his tour outfit into comfier clothes. You would never disturb his silence knowing he’s quiet because he’s trying to get his thoughts in order.

Re-emerging from the bathroom dressed in his clothed, he’s give you a soft smile. He’s make a comment about how this show was the best show, even though he said that about every show. Still very quiet, he would allow for you to fill the silence.

“Harry you are doing a really amazing thing for your fans. I’ve never seen a group of people more in love with one human. And it’s not merely because your beautiful but more so that you’re a great person with this beautiful soul. You write music that resonates deep within people and it pulls them in.

I had so many beautiful fans tell me about how you saved them and how you make them feel good about themselves. I’ve never been prouder to be In love with someone who could do something like that.” You’d finish with a proud smile, his eyes welling with tears again. You stood to walk in front of him. Your arms clasped around his back, one arm behind his back the other moving to his head. You grasp the back of his head in one hands to cradle it to your neck.

He pulled away to look deeply in your eyes.

“I love you so much. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner who supports me and my life as much as you do. I couldn’t do this with out you.” He whispers with so much love you thought he was going to start crying again.

“I’m always going to be here for you because I need you. You didn’t just save them Harry, you’ve saved me more than you can imagine.”

[theonewiththefanfics]

Best Friends My Ass (one-shot)

Synopsis: Being in love with your best friend whom you’ve had since childhood can be tough. Being in love and being dumb can make it tougher. Meet the Reader and Harry. They’re the latter. And everyone’s fed up.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, maybe little bit of angst, tiny bit smutty, but not a lot

Warnings: swearing, two idiots pining for one another

Word count: 7524

Even when Harry was little, he’d known he’d have an odd path in life. Just because it was odd, didn’t mean it’d be bad, but it would make him absolutely stand out in the crowd.        When Y/N was young she didn’t see herself having any extraordinary adventures. Sure, she’d travel and explore the world with its secrets, but she didn’t have any plans to draw the attention of the masses. That was until Harry’d come into her life.        They were both young, still kids in that tender age where childhood crossed into teenage years, when they met. For Harry, it was like one of those scenes in the movies where the pretty girl walks into a room and a billion fans make her hair look like the wind is sweeping through it, and her eyes glisten like gemstones. Also known as the 'love at first sight' scene.        For Y/N, it was hard to keep her breakfast down as she walked inside the classroom, twenty pairs of scrutinous eyes on her, trying to figure out if the new girl was a predator or prey.        Luckily for Y/N, the biology teacher wasn’t a total witch and didn’t make her present herself to the class, and just pointed to the free seat next to a curly-haired boy. Luckily for Harry, that free seat was right next to him.        With a sigh, she dropped her heavy backpack beside the chair, giving the boy a shy glance, and was surprised to see a genuine and large grin right back at her. It wasn’t the kind people gave when they had bad thoughts. It was the kind people gave when they were truly excited and wanted to give a good impression. Y/N’s chest grew warm at the thought she might actually make a friend that day. And she did.        “I’m Harry.” He extended his hand for her to take, the grin never leaving his face.        She gave him a big, relieved smile. “I’m Y/N.”        Ever since then they were not only lab partners in classes they shared (which was biology, physics and math), but also in mischief. Together they managed to enrage Anne, annoy Gemma and absolutely horrify Y/M/N, and whenever one went down, the other made sure to go down as well.        So when a few years down the line, Harry had told Y/N about his idea to audition for X-factor she wasn’t surprised one bit.        “I mean, as long as you don’t trip and break your nose on stage, you’ll be fine.”        For that, she received a slap on her arm from him.        “I’m just saying!” Y/N defended herself. “You’re great at singing, Mrs Aberdeen certainly thinks so, you don’t have two complete left feet, and you’re alright to look at.”        That for the first time since the decision and application had been submitted, made Harry smile. He loved how easily Y/N was able to lighten the mood, to take his thoughts away from the bad, and just erase them with her wit and smile.

       “Besides.” She nudged his shoulder with hers and then intertwined their fingers. “I, Gem and our Mums will be right there for you. Won’t even blink until the end of the performance.”        With how her insides trembled in excitement and fear for her best friend, it truly seemed to Y/N she hadn’t blinked at all on that fateful day. Her breath hitched when the judges were talking. She couldn’t even remember what they said, all of it turning into white noise.        And then he got through, and Y/N screamed so much she was sure she’d blown out Anne’s eardrums, and had hugged Harry so tightly she was afraid she’d broken a rib. But with his victory also came a fear, because, for the first time in Y/N’s life, she was terrified as to where she’d stand in Harry’s. Since day one it’d been secure, but now, with the newfound fame of X-factor and who knows what kind of an amazing future, she didn’t know if he’d throw her to the curb, simply forget about the mundane friend from high school or maybe use her for something.        But it wasn’t like that. Not one bit. After insane hours of rehearsals, Y/N was one of the three people he always called. It was her, his Mum and Gem. Always. And he loved to listen to her speaking of what was happening at school, how the lessons were, which teacher turned out to be hooking up with which. As much as Harry knew he was made for the extraordinary, he loved the ordinary Y/N brought in his life. She was his safe harbour. But what he never agreed with were her own thoughts she was meant for a simple life, so he took it upon himself to bring a little bit of eccentricity in hers, as he explained how he’d gotten united into a band with four other boys, now going by ‘One Direction’, and it was his mission to join his newfound friends with the most important friend he'd had.        “This is Y/N,” Harry introduced her to the guys after one of their late-night practices, one where they weren’t being filmed. “If you do anything that even mildly upsets her, I’ll kill you in your sleep.”        The slap against his arm made him let out an ‘Ow!’ while the rest of the boys laughed and welcomed her with open arms.        In a weird way, Y/N became part of the band. She didn’t sing or play any instruments, but she was always around, gave her input on songs and setlists. That kind of closeness made all of the fears and doubts about losing a place in Harry’s life disappear. She was his personal hype-man while at the same time knocked him down a few pegs whenever the fame started to get to his head.        She was there for his highs and lows, for the break-ups and break-off in the band, and watched as he ventured into a solo career as much as she could with school and all, but when summer break rolled around it was like Harry couldn't get rid of her even if he tried. Not that he wanted. Sharing the success and happiness with his best friend was one of the biggest rewards he could have.        And Y/N would never admit it because it’d boost Harry’s already elephant-like ego, at least that’s what she said, but she kind of liked the attention she received because of him, especially because most of it was pleasant.        Had she been terrified that being known as Harry Styles best friend would make people think she was just a gold-digger, seeking fame and leeching it off from him? Yes. And there were people like that. But ninety-five percent of what people said on her social media accounts was actually nice, some even said ‘thank you’ that there was a person like her in Harry’s life to keep things real, and most importantly – cared about him through it all.        Harry also saw those comments; he loved to read about how people saw just how much Y/N cared, and it kind of stirred something in him. He didn’t know when exactly, but it was around the age of twenty-four for him and twenty-three for Y/N when he started looking at his friend in a different light. And it bloody terrified him. He didn’t know if she felt the same, and the thought of putting his heart on the line like that only for the possibility of it being crushed was the scariest thing ever.        He did, however, have an inclination as to what incident had prompted them to surface. The feelings that were. It was a night after a party. Y/N was on winter break from her master’s at uni, which meant he used every opportunity to spend time with her.        The hangover was real, I mean it’s what you got by mixing vodka, tequila and beer into an empty Sprite bottle and chugging it. Harry stumbled over sleeping bodies on his way to the kitchen in search for some leftover pizza he was sure he and Y/N in their drunkenness had ordered, as well as to make two cups of black coffee. He knew she hated the taste, but cold junk food and bitter coffee always did the trick with her. That was when he’d found her.        Although he’d woken up in Y/N’s room, she hadn’t been next to him. Instead, as it turned out, she’d gone on a food search sometime before him and had passed out on the couch, a Cookie Monster onesie on her body, but most importantly his signature pearls around her neck. And one of her hands even rested against her collarbone, as if scared someone would take them away from her.        That’d been the first time his heart had flipped in his chest at the sight of her, but most definitely not the last.        He did however keep this change in his emotions to himself. He wasn’t really sure what it was, so it would be unfair to dump that on Y/N and have her figure it out for him because he didn’t know where she stood on her own, let alone do the work for him.        Luckily, despite the tornado of feelings, their friendship didn’t falter, and when his Vogue cover came out, he was incredibly nervous for people to see it, but especially for those who mattered the most to him, like his Mum, sister and Y/N. Especially Y/N, for her opinion had become the most important one outside his blood relatives. After all, all his thoughts went to – if we dated, would she be as proud of me as she was of me as a friend?        Her support meant the most because he was away in the middle of filming; he had no way of getting physical comfort, so all of the messages, calls, social media posts and FaceTimes was the world to him, especially when Y/N sent a picture of herself with three copies of the magazine, two beside her head as she laid on her bed and one clutched to her chest, which she also posted on Instagram with the caption ‘Can’t hug you for real right now, so this will have to do. When I do get to you @harrystyles, I’ll crush your ribs with my love. And that is a threat.’        Then the comments came in from the rest, and one stood out more than the others.        Bring Back Manly Men.        At first, he felt odd about it. It didn’t really bother him, but at the same time, it made him sad. He knew that he was seen as somewhat of a controversial figure, as he painted nails, wore frilly blouses and now full-on dresses, which were all typically categorized as feminine things, but he never understood why a nail colour or the shape of a shirt suddenly became exclusively for just one gender. Which is why he was so grateful to have Y/N in his life.        “I mean, anatomically speaking, men should be wearing dresses and women trousers. It’s you who have all the dangly bits,” she said through a bite of food. “The Scots have been onto it since the beginning.”        Harry threw his head back in a laugh, shifting an arm behind his head. “So I assume your favourite pic is the one in the kilt?”        “Well, it did remind me of that awful punk phase I had back in school with all those safety pins, only in a more tasteful way, but no. My favourite one is you in that brown, grey off-shoulder jacket thing.”        “Why?”        Y/N wiggled her brows at him. “Shows enough of your cleavage but leaves enough for imagination.”        “Of fucking course.” Harry snorted, shaking his head. “Objectifying much?”        “What? I’m not going to deny that my best friend is a sexy beast.”        He wouldn’t say it out loud, but when she called him her friend, it made his heart clench in a painful way. Harry had been trying to be a bit flirtier around her, but given his open nature as it was, Y/N hadn’t seemed to notice it, nor had she seemed to notice how he looked at her while she was frowning at her computer screen.        Harry’d had relationships with some women who could be considered the most beautiful in the world, but if he’d had to say, in his opinion, who’d receive that title, it’d be Y/N. The way she snorted when she laughed too hard, the way small crow lines had already appeared next to her eyes from how much she smiled and the way her forehead creased when she was concentrating. It enthralled him to no end. He could read her life’s story on her face, how she’d lived and thought and experienced, unlike so many people he met who couldn’t move a muscle.        Though the reason she was so concentrated in that moment was because thousands of people had tagged her in a tweet of a woman, she’d heard of for the first time in her life (because Harry had been trying to keep that one off her radar), and what she saw made all the blood boil in her body more than any other hate comment had.        Without hesitation, Y/N atted her and tweeted “Bring back manly men. Please! Millions of people would let him raw them WHILE WEARING THE DRESS. I mean you tried, so I’ll give you the gold star you so desperately want, but that was pathetic.”        At that same moment, a notification popped up on the screen of Harry’s phone. He only had notifications on for one person, and when he saw what was written, he gasped, looking at Y/N. “You did not just do that!”        “What?” Y/N shrugged biting down on the chocolate bar she’d been savouring for the last half hour of their conversation. “I just said what everyone was thinking. Besides what the fuck does ‘bring back manly men’ even mean? Go chop some wood? Fight a bear in the Siberian woods? Have your ‘friends’ stab you to death at a political meeting?”        “You’re a menace.”        Y/N winked popping the last bit of the chocolate in her mouth. “Only to those who dare go for the people I love.”        His heart fluttered at the last word, but all he could do was mask it with a large grin and shake of his head.        For another hour they spent talking, Y/N kept hyping Harry up, tried to get as many plot details of the movie he was filming, while he avoided as many spoilers as possible and attempted to steer the conversation somewhere else, but when that happened, Y/N jumped onto his music, which he had told her all about. In fact, there wasn’t a music video made without her approval, and neither would his next one be. “You’ll fly out to see me film for ‘Treat People With Kindness’, right?”        Y/N sighed, giving him a sad smile. She hated disappointing Harry. “I’d love to. But you know with everything going on, I don’t think I’ll be able to.”        “Phoebe Waller-Bridge will be in it.”        She gasped, in real excitement. “Well, why didn’t you say so from the start?!”        “So that’s what this friendship has come to. I’m just your gateway to celebrities?”        “Harry you’ve always been just my gateway to the people living in LaLa Land.” But she let out a small breath much like she’d done before. “I really do want to come, Harry. You know that; I miss you like crazy. But Phoebe or no Phoebe, I don’t think I can.”        Harry bit his lip nodding, but he still needed to try one more time. “Is there anything I can say or do to get you here?”        “Get me a private jet and a quarantine mansion?”        “Deal.”        “Woah! Wait!” Y/N pretty much jumped up from her position in bed. “That was a joke! Harry Edward Styles, I swear to God, if you try an –“        But with a giant grin, he just blew Y/N a kiss and ended the call.        She was quite terrified if she was being honest, that Harry would do what she’d asked. He already had once. It'd been around Christmas time while she was still in First Year at uni, and she’d seen a glistening necklace at a jewellery store display. She hadn’t said anything, hadn’t even uttered a word, but just seeing the sparkle in Y/N’s eyes, was enough for Harry to make the decision and gift it for her.        When the next day, around five AM her time, she got a call from Harry’s manager Jeff, she was ready to rip both of them a new one, an e-mail with a plane ticket popping up in her inbox.        “I swear I’ll poison your drinks when I see you,” she’d grumbled, but couldn’t hide the excitement as she threw everything she could in the suitcase. “And no one will find your bodies, mark my words, Azoff.”        He snorted. “Yeah, tell that to the FBI agent listening in on this call.”        “Fuck. Gave myself away,” she said softly, giggling right after.        “You know he’s stoked beyond belief.” Jeff piped up. “He literally jumped out of the bed this morning, and during the dance rehearsals he didn’t miss a step.”        That made Y/N’s heart warm. “Well, you can tell him to curb it a bit. Otherwise, I’ll just stay at the fucking mansion – which, by the way, it was a joke, Jeff! I’m pissed enough he’s spending money on me as it is, let alone such a chunk on the plane, you didn't have to get me an actual mansion.”        “You know, for you, he’d give away all of it.”        “Yes, well, he might need it for his funeral, if he keeps spending it on me and on shit like this.”        The man shook his head but didn’t say anything else. He wasn’t the only one trying to drop hints to Y/N that Harry felt something more, but he’d leave it to the man himself. He didn’t need to possibly ruin everything, and have her decide not to come. His client was nightmare enough without her around, because Harry was like day and night when Y/N finally arrived on set for ‘Treat People With Kindness’.        To say he enveloped her in a hug would be an understatement as he didn’t let go of her for ten solid minutes, having grabbed her by the underside of the thighs and sat down on the ground just so he could prolong the feeling of being with Y/N.        The fact that she’d actually gone for it and hadn’t scolded Harry too much for spending that insane amount of money, for having brought a small piece of home to LA with herself where they were filming, made him now fully acknowledge the true extent of his feelings, especially as she didn’t pull away from their embrace, rather hid her face in the crook of his neck.        I mean, in the end, he did have to let her go because everyone had to get back to shooting, but not before Y/N had stripped the meticulous jacket from him, and went to have a glance at herself in the large mirror, one of the costume designers playing along and adjusting the clothing on her body, as if she was going to be the one performing.        Harry felt someone slide up to him and he looked over to his left, a smiling Phoebe standing there. She nudged his shoulder with hers. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”        He nodded, looking back over to where Y/N was still looking at herself in the mirror, wearing the heavy jacket as if it was nothing like it was made for her. “I’m a cliché, I know. But I can’t help it.”        “Of course, you can.” She squeezed his side. “All you gotta do is tell her.”        But it wasn’t that easy. Comparatively, getting Y/N to appear in the video was easier than coming to terms with the fact, all they’d ever remain would be friends if he didn’t do anything.        Yet the shoot for the video ended as quickly as it had started, and Y/N needed to fly back to the UK to defend her PhD paper, and Harry had to go back to filming ‘Don’t Worry Darling’, thousands of miles stretching between them once more. And Harry was a romantic, he couldn’t confess over FaceTime. Besides, he wanted to make it a special evening for her, plan something out, rather than risk a shitty connection cutting him off mid-word.        He hated it though. It’d been almost four years since Harry had realised his feelings had developed from just friendly into romantic, and still, he hadn’t said anything. Even the people who’d never met Y/N in person like Florence Pugh saw what was going on.        But unlike the cast and crew of ‘Treat People With Kindness’ who had to deal with his pining for maybe a couple of weeks, it’d been almost half a year for her at that point. Did she just want to call Y/N and tell her how Harry felt? Sure. She’d had enough of him coming into her trailer only to fall down onto her pillow and whine. But it wasn’t her place. So instead, she was going to figure out a way to get Y/N to the set and make him tell her himself.        Getting Harry’s phone away from him should’ve been the inspiration to the next ‘Mission Impossible’ script though, because it took her literally a whole day to fish it out from his coat's pocket, and she only had about ten seconds to find Y/N’s number (which wasn’t that hard given how it was the number with literally hundreds of calls next to it) and put it in her own phone.        Once their filming was done for the day, Florence rebutted Harry’s invitation to a movie night, saying a massive headache was coming on, so he wished her a good night and with slumped shoulders went to sulk on his own. Which is why she practically sprinted to her own trailer to finally call Y/N        An unsure ‘hello?’ greeted her ears before she responded. “Hey, this is Florence… Pugh.”        That stunned Y/N into silence for a few seconds before she spluttered out a greeting and said ‘hi’ as well. “Not to be rude, but how did you get my number?”        “Stole it from Harry’s phone. Look, he’s miserable. Keeps moping around, and I can’t take it anymore. Last night I found him crying in his pillow with your shirt over it.”        “What? Why?”        “Because it didn’t smell like you anymore.”        Y/N’s heart broke. “Why didn’t he tell me anything? We just talked, and he said he was fine. God, that man is so dumb sometimes.”        “Is there any way you could find a way to get here?” Florence asked biting down her lip.        She heard Y/N sigh at the other end of the line. “I’ll – I’ll try and figure something out. Have to know what’s going on at work, I mean it has been like two months since the video, so maybe…” She was more so talking to herself, but then remembered about Florence. “Listen, can I give you a message when I find out if my boss will let me?”        “Of course!” The actress was excited about the possibility of Y/N getting here, as long as it got Harry out of his depressive mood.        “Oh, and I’ll need to know what kind of restrictions are on set. I’ll figure something out with flights and quarantine, but I have zero clue as to what’s it like where you’re filming.”        Florence waved her off, even though she couldn’t see the motion. “Leave that to me. Just get your ass over here before the guy cries himself dry.”        It was a struggle though on all three ends – Harry was still moping, because not only had Y/N’s shirt lost its smell of her, but homesickness was hitting full force, Florence was getting more and more desperate as she attempted to take his mind off of things, but nothing seemed to work, and Y/N was trying to get on any possible flight to Harry while arranging two tests and an AirBnB she could self-isolate in for two weeks while attempting to set up her work from afar at the same time.        Two days after Florence’s call, Y/N sent her a message ‘Flying in tomorrow at 4 AM. Don’t tell Harry. He’ll feel even shittier cause I have to stay alone in quarantine. First test came back negative.”        She sighed in relief at the message and immediately texted back ‘i’ve got you a set pass ready, just need a picture. selfie will do. also, masks are mandatory on the lot, so bring those.’        Immediately Y/N sent a thumbs up, and a picture of herself she didn’t absolutely despise to be used on the ID card. All that was left was to pack. And spend two weeks in an attempt of not going crazy with anticipation before seeing Harry.        Those two weeks turned out to be worse than the two months between the music video shoot and going to the filming lot. Because throughout then, Y/N knew her only access to him would be through FaceTime, but to be about twenty minutes away from the man without the ability to touch him was pure torture, but at least Harry seemed completely oblivious to the change in her surroundings.        As they still continued on with their calls, not once did he mention her background, or how the paintings suddenly had managed to switch positions or the fact that Y/N didn’t even own paintings. She was sure she could’ve been missing an arm, and he wouldn’t have mentioned it with how tired he looked.        “Have you even slept, Har?”        “Not really,” he groaned, getting more comfortable in his bed. “We’ve had a bunch of early shoots and then late nights, ‘cause we need to get the continuity for the scenes, and then the day’s full of Zoom calls, and well, I can’t not call you.”        Y/N scoffed, scolding him. “You know damn well I won’t be offended if we sacrifice a couple of calls for you to get some proper sleep.”        “I know, but I will.”        Y/N sighed, knowing in a way it was her fault. She could tell him she no longer was hours of time zones away, but rather watched the same sunset and sunrise as him, but she also knew Harry, and he would be unable to stay away from her until her quarantine was over.        She was quite happy she’d sat through the fourteen mandatory days, because when she got on set, even though Harry was usually good at keeping his composure during a scene, despite the mask, he’d recognise Y/N anywhere, and all of the lines flew out of his head.        “Jack?” Florence’s hand came to cup Harry’s cheek, trying to bring him back on track. “You alright?”        But he didn’t even care about improvising to get out of the flub as his lips were split apart by a grin, and he dashed away, a loud ‘CUT!’ ringing throughout the set, but Harry already had Y/N in his arms, spinning the girl around.        “Best friends my ass,” Florence murmured as she went to the two.        Harry was speechless, Y/N’s face in between his hands as he looked her up and down. “How are you here? What? Why?”        “Thank Florence.” Y/N gave an attempt at motioning to the actress with her head. She set the whole thing up.”        Harry’s head whipped to his scene partner. “You knew Y/N was here for two weeks and told me nothing?”        “Your brain short-circuited when you saw her! You wouldn’t be of no use on set at all if I had.”        Harry scoffed, throwing an arm over Y/N’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get away from this meanie.” But as he walked away, he looked over his shoulder and mouthed a grateful ‘thank you’ to her.        All Florence could hope for was that he’d get it together and confess, but it didn’t seem like he was in any sort of a rush. Y/N was set to be there for three weeks, but the thought of the woman leaving without knowing how Harry felt, leaving him in a sea of his own heartache, made her miserable, especially after a night they’d all spent together.        Harry really wanted Y/N to get to know the people he worked with so he invited the ones closest to him for a movie night, during which he himself had been the first one to actually fall asleep, of course.        For most of it, as ‘Westworld’ ran on in the background, he spent curled up in Y/N’s lap, his head resting against her chest with her fingers weaving through the shortened locks. She had to get used to the length, motion automatically wanting to go on longer than it was possible to. Soon enough, the soothing motions lulled her to sleep as well, their bodies leaning into one another and perfectly fitting together.        As tired as Florence was of seeing Harry, a person who’d become her friend now pine for someone so hard, it was absolutely heart-melting to watch the two interact. Everyone could see Y/N had the same feelings as Harry did for her, only she hid them a bit better. A little, but not by a lot.        No friends acted the way those two did around one another. Sure, people could be touchy, but not like that, not with such intimacy behind the motions. She felt like she was being a little creepy as she pulled out her phone to take a picture, but it was too cute not to.        A loud noise from somewhere outside set made Y/N shoot up straight, and Florence held her breath as she clutched onto her phone, having swiped it accidentally into video mode and filming the whole thing.        “No,” Harry whined, a hand reaching up for Y/N and grabbing at her elbow. “Come back. ‘S too early.”        She just nodded, grumbling something unintelligible but possibly along the lines of ‘don’t make me throw hands’ before laying down and snuggling into Harry’s chest.        Florence let out a large sigh of relief and decided to get some sleep as well before their annoying four AM alarm woke them up for set.        This time it was the other way around, as Y/N whined for Harry to ‘come back and keep her warm’.        Florence watched as Harry slipped out of Y/N’s grasp, but not before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead and a whispered a promise to ‘see her when the Sun’s up’. The second the trailer door was closed, she slapped his shoulder, and Harry gasped in shock. “What'dya do that for?”        “Stop that! Stop that stupid dance!” She stomped her foot on the ground. “I’m sick and tired of watching you watch her with that dumb longing expression on your face. I can’t take it anymore. Why do you think I went through all that trouble to get her here?”        “I told you I would!”        She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Look, I know it’s not my place or anything, but she does like you. A lot.”        Harry threw her an uncertain gaze. “And how do you know?”        “Because that woman spent two weeks in self-isolation just to see you! She’s gone through how many of those awful Covid tests just to go and visit you! She’s dropped everything for you, has supported you through so much, and never fails to boost you up.”        “That’s what friends do.”        “No.” Florence shook her head. “That kind of loyalty… that’s what people in love give. I haven’t talked to my best friend in like a month. What’s the longest you’ve gone without speaking to Y/N?”        And with that question, she left Harry to ponder not only his feelings but the girl’s he was in love with as well. Because if he had to be honest, the reason he’d been dragging everything out, the reason he’d stayed pining for Y/N for years on end was that he tried to write everything she did off as something a childhood best friend would do.        The truth was more terrifying than anything because once that came to light, it’d change everything, and Harry didn’t know if he was ready. He wanted it, desperately so if it meant Y/N becoming someone he could love freely and openly, but not if by the end of it, she'd disappear from his life, leaving a hole the size of his heart in his chest.        His thoughts were cut short as someone knocked on the ‘Hair&Make-up’ door, and an assistant let in a pouting Y/N. Well, he couldn’t’ see the pout behind the mask, but he definitely knew it was there, making a smile come on his own face.        She plopped down in an empty sofa and crossed her arms. “I was cold.”        Harry snorted, wanting to shake his head, but didn't as to not ruin the hair stylist’s work. “You’re always cold.”        “And you’re a living furnace.”        “ ‘S that why you like cuddling? Leeching off my warmth?”        The same assistant who’d let Y/N in handed her a cup of coffee, which she was ready to kiss the woman for, but opted for a ‘thank you’. “We’ve established I only use you to get to other celebs. What makes you think I wouldn’t use you for those sort of things.”        For a moment, the trailer settled into silence, as Y/N enjoyed her morning coffee while the crew kept doing their own work.        “It’s so weird,” Y/N piped up, eyes racking up and down Harry’s body. “Don’t even wanna really look at you like that.”        He let out a mock gasp of hurt. “What d’ya mean? Am I suddenly repulsive to you?”        “No!” she let out a laugh. “It’s just odd seeing you without the tattoos. They’re such a huge part of you, even the dumb ones. Can’t really imagine you any differently.”        “Would you love me any differently without them?” The question was bold, even though he knew she did love him, he had to start making moves.        “No,” Y/N shook her head. “I don’t think so. I believe I’d be a different person then as well, but I’d love you all the same. As long as you’d do the same with me.”        Harry nodded looking down at his hands then back up at her, catching her eyes through the reflection in the mirror. “Don’t think there’s a dimension out there where I don’t love you.”        “I mean that is a bold statement,” Y/N said, sipping on the remnants of her coffee. “What if I’m like a weird, cat-skinning psychopath in one dimension? Would you love me even then?”        “Jesus Christ, Y/L/N, do you just normally come up with those gruesome scenarios or is it a hobby?”        She wiggled her eyebrows, standing up and throwing away the paper cup. “There’s a reason I have a VPN and clean my search history. I’ll see you in your trailer?”        “Yeah.” Harry nodded and smiled. “I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”        The next half-hour he kept hyping himself up, about how he was actually going to do it, but Florence intercepted him right as he was turning down the way his trailer stood. “How are you gonna do it?”        “I – “ Harry huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “In the beginning, I had like a whole romantic outing planned, but… I’ve dragged this on long enough, so I think I’ll just tell her.”        “Okay, good.” Florence nodded and slapped his shoulder in approval. “And if I don’t hear that trailer rocking, I will throw you in a ditch.”        Harry’s eyes widened at the statement, fully knowing she meant her words, but she was already half-way down the track, blond hair swishing behind her back.        It was then or never.        Slowly he opened his own trailer door as if it was Y/N’s place not his, but by the looks of how she’d sprawled out on his bed, she had made herself right at home. Just like she’d done it on the first day of school, but just with his heart.        “Hey!” She smiled looking at him. “You ready to film?”        “Yeah, but umm… I kind of wanted to talk to you beforehand.”        Y/N’s brows furrowed at Harry’s serious tone, so she sat up, nodding. “Sure. Is everything alright?” “It’s nothing bad, at least I hope you won’t take it in a bad way... I’ve actually been wanting to tell you this since that winter’s break party you had while doing your masters...” He let out a small chuckle but seeing Y/N’s eyes widen in a panic he stopped. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “You have a kid! Oh my God.” “What? No!” Harry spluttered. “Why the hell is the first thing you assume that I have a kid?” “I don’t know!” She was now standing facing him completely. “We’ve never had secrets between us, especially for as long as you’ve apparently kept them, what am I supposed to think? Maybe one of the girls you hooked up with got pregnant, and you’ve been hiding the fact you’re a baby daddy because you know I wouldn’t be able to keep the fact I can be the cool drunk aunt to myself.” All of that came out as is she’d prepared it ages ago. “Well, no.” Harry shook his head stepping closer so he could be chest to chest with Y/N. “I’m not anyone’s baby daddy. At least I don’t think so, but umm... when that moment would come... when I have a kid...” He looked up at the ceiling and sighed before lifting a gentle hand to cup her cheek. I wouldn’t want you to be the drunk aunt. I um...” There goes nothing. “I’d kinda like if you were the mom.” “Of course, I’ll be the Godmother!” Both of them said at the same time, making the other’s brain stumble over the words said. “Wait, mom?” Y/N’s question was breathless. “Like donate my eggs or some shit?” “No like, I’ve been in love with you for close to four years, and I wanna try and build a future with you, where you’re more than just my best friend.”        “Oh.”        That was all that managed to escape her mouth as he fully opened his heart, and Harry couldn’t lie – it shattered. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it was more than that. “That’s...” Y/N huffed sitting down on the bed. “That’s a lot to take in Harry. Like a lot.” “I know.” He sighed and sat down next to her. “Which is why I’ve been pushing this away for as long as I could, but... it was time. It wasn’t fair to you or me to keep on living like that. Look.” Harry took her palm in his. “Whatever you want us to be, we’ll be that. I - I mean I’ll be heartbroken if you say you don’t feel the same, but no matter what you tell me now, I won’t let you leave my life. I love you, and I’m in love with you. This is your choice which way you chose to go with.” Y/N shook her head, interlacing their fingers and finally looking up at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken. It’s the last thing, I’d ever want to see you like. And umm well, if it takes me using the pair of ovaries I have to admit I’ve been in love with you too to change that, I guess I’ll have to say it. I’m in love with you too.” Harry’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears of happiness, as he looked at Y/N like she’d hung the stars in the sky. Not that it mattered. He always looked at her like that. “You mean it?” “Yeah,” she chuckled, wiping away a few stray pearls from her own cheeks. “I guess I always thought I’d end up the drunk aunt in your life, so that’s why I thought you’d ask me to be whatever future child’s Godmother. But I love you, and I’m in love with you too.” “Can I – “ Fuck, Harry was too giddy for his own good. “Can I kiss you?” And when Y/N chuckled, nodding he swore he already was in heaven. “Yes, please.”        At first, the touch of his lips was gentle, almost afraid, but the second he pressed them to Y/N’s, and she gasped at the sensation, it became full of lust as passion, years of pent-up pining and angst and just plain old stupidity surfacing and morphing itself into a steamy make-out session.        In a split second, she was sprawled out on Harry’s bed, his toned body leaning over hers and teasing hands moving along her sides, making her squirm and ache for more of his touch, but she wasn’t the only one who wanted to explore a body with a new mindset of what was possible.        As Y/N moaned from Harry’s tongue invading her mouth, her hand couldn’t help itself as it slid down his chest, and her finger flicked against the button of his trousers.        “Can I touch you there?” Y/N whispered against his mouth, and Harry eagerly nodded.        “Please. Been dreaming about this for literally years.”        Smiling, she allowed him to continue and explore her mouth with his tongue, intoxicated on one another’s taste. In fact, Y/N was so far gone just from the kiss, she forgot how a fly worked and needed Harry’s help to open it.        “Get back here,” she grumbled as he chuckled, having leaned up a bit to make it easier for her to get the offensive piece of clothing off. “We’ll see how you fare with a bra.”        “Oh, I’m an expert.” His hands trailed to her shoulder where he snapped one of the straps against her skin, making her yelp.        “You do not want to do that when my hand is an inch away from your dick.”        But the threat had no merit to it, as she dipped her palm behind Harry’s boxers while his mouth went to soothe the sting and leave a little mark on her skin, which he’d get to admire later on.        The second, Y/N wrapped her hand around his cock an involuntary moan escaped into the air, as she gripped him. Fuck, she couldn’t wait until he was inside her, because, and it might sound a little cliché given how they were best friends who’d fallen in love with one another, but she was one hundred percent sure, he was made exactly for her.        But no matter how much she twisted her hand or how gently or roughly she rubbed the tip, he couldn’t get hard, and Harry was on the verge of tears, which Y/N saw and instantly pulled away, cupping his face.        “I’m sorry,” he choked out. “Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”        “Hey!” Y/N cooed. “None of that. It’s alright. Shit happens.”        Harry nodded understanding that she was right, but he still felt shitty and well, he felt insecure about it. “I just. Fuck. Usually, when I think of you, I’m hard in like a second.”        And although all Y/N wanted to do was smirk and tease him about the fact that he thought of her while wanking himself off, that wasn’t the right moment.        “I promise, you turn me on, you do." He sniffled. "This had never happened before.” But Y/N wasn’t offended or sad, and her laugh wasn’t mocking or trying to hurt him.        “Harry you’re dead tired.” She cupped his cheek with one of her hands, and if he’d been ice cream he would’ve literally melted. “You had to wake up at four in the fucking morning and won’t go to sleep until two the next day. Let yourself rest a bit.”        “But,” he whined and then huffed. “But I wanna love on you. Wanna show you just how crazy I am about you.”        “And you will. You know I’ll always hold you to your word. But this won’t be fun for either of us if mid-fuck you suddenly collapse on me asleep. I don’t need to go to the A and E and explain the broken nose is because my boyfriend decided to take a nap while shagging. A nap on my face.”        But Harry hadn’t really heard anything she’d said after Y/N mentioned the b-word, a dopey smile on his face. “I’m your boyfriend? You really want me like that?”        “I mean I would prefer if you were Phoebe…”        Harry pinched her side, making her squeal before tackling her in a hug. “Shut up!”        And that’s how the two fell asleep (and were woken up twenty minutes later by an assistant in a panic given how Harry was supposed to be on set in five minutes)  – wrapped up in one another’s arms, smiles on their faces, and no longer best friends, but lovers.

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