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tinyhrry · 1 month
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Harry Styles Fic Recs
FLUFF
husband and wife @harrysfolklore
squishy little marshmallow @finelinevogue
a Caribbean birthday @finelinevogue
taught well @signoferoda
favorite love @signoferoda
the morning after @mydearesthrry
cherished @justlemmeadoreyou
a montage of love @finelinevogue
ice cold @watchmegetobsessed
orange peel theory @bunnyteetharry
just like, a little crazy @avatar-anna
golden boy @unabashegirl
i think i love u @harstyle
pretty ^
drunk convos @cupid-styles
there's a version of life that i want, and its just like this @guardarecheluna
sunset loving @cupidsdoll
when not in rome @lilystyles
flirty 30 @gucciwins
lovesick @floralrry
twenty nine @watchmegetobsessed
doctor's orders @tsumtsumrry
moments caught between harry n yn on camera at the brits @avatar-anna
valentine @harrysfolklore
ring hard launch ^
mad man @watchmegetobsessed
notes on love @finelinevogue
tongue tied @finelinefae
always @finelinevogue
drunk in love @harryslittlefreakk
the kisscam @erodasfishtacos
positions @justlemmeadoreyou
ANGST
champagne problems pt2 @avatar-anna
good things take time @watchmegetobsessed
amore mio @floralrry
memories @drewsephrry
cant be with u anymore @lovebittenbyevans
the styles' nanny @harstyle
like gold dust @0oolookitsme
paparazzi @harry-styles-obsessed
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finelinevogue · 1 year
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Finelinevogue Masterlist ‘23
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get lost in a world where harry styles is the main character in your life.
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Harry Styles:
Fics
Fluff
the midnight game show -
you and harry partake in the midnight gameshow with michael mcintyre
birthday boy -
harry’s birthday party ends up with cake frosting in his hair and your eyes
tears of love -
a whole bunch of tears and a whole bunch of love for the album of the year grammy winner
in this world, it’s just us -
you and harry attend the Brits, drink a little and love each other a lot
valentines day gift -
you purchase a gift for harry like never before
take a break -
you and harry arrive at your nyc hotel for a little getaway
he’s just harry -
a couple of fan interactions with harry on the streets of london
when in rome -
just a few random clips from a holiday to rome
i love you more than dino nuggets -
the night before the final show
love in photos -
a sum up of love on tour in a few instagram posts
ring shopping -
a tiny blurb about engagement ring shopping
spread the love -
harry’s fans LOVE you
firsts -
it’s your first date out with harry
a montage of love -
a fan has put together a small video of some of your best moments together
the eras -
harry is the best boyfriend ever and not just because he has taylor swifts number
Angst
first kiss of the year -
a new year’s eve kiss, with a few tears and tipsy friends
jealous wife -
you can’t help feel jealous when people stare at harry for looking so good
you are the love of my life -
you go to harry’s listening party and are reminded how he is the love of your life
family will get you through -
you go through a life changing operation but you have a strong family to get you through it
parisian love -
you are a little self conscious of your feelings in the city of love
paparazzi nerves -
you get nervous around the paps
lost n found -
you are lost in italy the night before your wedding
life goes on -
just a tiny blurb of post tour engagement talk
love her stupid -
you are jealous of harry’s new bandmate, when you really don’t need to be
AU
kisses on tour -
harry always chooses a fan to kiss at the end of his concert shows and you attend his next tour date
labitule -
you have an obsession with harry’s hoodie collection
starry eyes -
harry’s the captain of the ice-hockey team and there’s a house party to celebrate their win
interesting enough? -
you spy an attractive man at the bar, but you’re too shy to say hello
the best thing -
you hate harry after that one night together, but when you need someone the most he will always be there
Series
love island universe
harry’s house
UNIverse
love on tour blurbs
christmas fic
Other
instagram concepts
fic rec 2023
fic rec masterlist
masterlist ‘21
masterlist ‘22
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ohmoonbeam · 4 months
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NOVEMBER'S READING LIST
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☆ 1st - daddy issues [pt.19] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 2nd - daddy issues [pt.20] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 3rd - daddy issues [pt.21] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 4th - daddy issues [pt.22] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 5th - daddy issues [pt.23] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 6th - daddy issues [pt.24] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 7th - daddy issues [pt.25] // @fkinavocado  [harry styles] ☆ 8th - fic deleted at writers request ☆ 9th - let me show you // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 10th - desperate // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 11th - the big tease // @gurugirl  [harry styles] ☆ 12th - 404 // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 13th - off the shelf // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 14th - snakebite // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 15th - jealous // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles]
☆ 16th - always // @freedomfireflies  [harry styles] ☆ 17th - victory #1 // @lukesaprince  [hs character] ☆ 18th - always yours // @footballffbarbiex  [football rpf] ☆ 19th - victory #2 // @lukesaprince  [hs character] ☆ 20th - untitled // @ladymarycrawley  [football rpf] ��� 21st - the moment he knew // @carlottawllms  [football rpf] ☆ 22nd - forbidden taste // @carlottawllms  [football rpf] ☆ 23rd - baby // @mydearesthrry  [harry styles] ☆ 24th - as big as the ocean // @findingnemosworld  [football rpf] ☆ 25th - little secret // @sixtysixluhvs  [football rpf] ☆ 26th - hot summer nights // @finelinevogue  [harry styles] ☆ 27th - black out // @whorekneecentral  [football rpf] ☆ 28th - jack shit // @freedomfireflies  [hs character] ☆ 29th - jack shit [pt.2] // @freedomfireflies  [hs character] ☆ 30th - jack shit [pt.3] // @freedomfireflies  [hs character]
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harrie-fic-center · 7 months
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harry styles [i-q]
ice cold by watchmegetobsessed
in another life by heyyyharry
in the ring by hrina
indigo by jarofstyles
interview by svnflowervol666
introducing harry by kind-heart
invisible string by secretly-a-cold-blooded-killer
is this real life? by tpwkxxangel
italian singer by sweatergirlposts
it's your birthday? by gucciwins
just harry by meetevieinthehallway
killer queen by outofstyles
kings of leon by unabashedgirl
late nights by harryforvogue
listen by mosh-4
logan and the diamonds by chemiste
loss by bfharry
love is a moment by iahazzze
love island universe by finelinevogue
love me please? by havethetimeofyourstyles
masterlist by harry-writings
masterlist by harrysfinelinevol1
masterlist by lovecanyon
masterlist by bfharry
masterlist by astravna
meant to be by crowdedimagines
mlb!harry by erodasfishtacos
mother's day by svnflower666
my love, my life by parkersroses
my muse by chaoticloving *
never coming back down by for-fucks-sake-h
new year by svnflowervol666
not so dirty little secret by thatsrealoriginalkaren
of the jealous kind by kiss-inthekitchen
oh, what a world by honeypotstyles
only angel by herondaleholly31
pamper night by harryforvogue
pretty boy by bebebwheezy
proposal by sunflowervolvimp3
quarantine beings at home by all-things-fic
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harrysfolklore · 2 years
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boy dad!harry — headcanon
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harry having a baby boy would be the cutest thing ever, they would be partners in crime and they would share the cutest moments ever
harry’s son would literally be a carbon copy of him, with brown curls, green eyes and little dimples, it’s insane how much they look alike
he would put him in sports, art classes and music lessons, but lets him be whoever he wants to be and choose what he wants to enroll in
he’s harry’s mini me, so he would always refuse to wear clothes around the house, he just wants to walk around freely with just his diaper
harry would never miss a soccer game, school festival, music recital, parent-teacher meeting or any of his baby’s activities, he always makes sure to be present, doesn’t matter if he has an award show or studio session that day
he definitely has harry’s pouty face, always using it to get things his way, and harry just can’t say no to him, no matter how many times his wife tells him that he’s spoiling him too much
harry and his son would wear matching clothes all the time and it’s the cutest thing ever, for the shows, his baby has a small version of whatever clothes he’s wearing on stage, fans go absolutely feral about it
baby boy would be a pure entertainer like his daddy, he would put on little performances when the family is gathered for the holidays, he’d wear white sunglasses and sing for everybody as they sit on the couch, and harry would feel so proud of his little mini him
imagine and his bubba in italy swimming with matching striped swim trunks, baby boy would have little floaties on each arm and harry would make sure he has enough sunscreen on so he can enjoy the pool without getting sunburnt
baby boy would ADORE his mum (just like harry does) he would be such a mom’s boy and his daddy would teach him that he always needs to protect his mummy
harry would be soooo cocky about his baby son, always showing him off to everyone and talking about how he has the most beautiful baby ever
“look at my son, isn’t he beautiful” “my son is so smart, he started piano lessons recently and he’s the best at it” “did you meet my son yet? he’s gorgeous”
harry would bring him up to the stage and make him say hi to the crowd, making fans lose their mind every single time
when his boy is feeling a little shy in a crowded space, harry would keep him close and make sure he’s comfortable. they’re best friends so his baby always feels safe with him
harry’s heart breaks a little every time he realizes that his baby boy is growing up, but he’s happy that he has been there for every milestone
i NEEDED to do a boydad!harry headcanon since it’s something you guys love 🥹 btw, some of these are ideas that you sent so thank youuuu i hope you like this 🤍
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astranva · 2 years
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TikTok Duets
Word Count: 1.4k
Category: Fluff
Warning: Some strong language
Summary: In which @finelinevogue’s hho!reader and Harry duet TikTok fan edits together.
Can be read independently but would be more fun if you read el’s fic. x
a/n: collab with my lovie <3333 i want to thank el because i was having a major block and she was v patient with me. her hho universe feels strangely personal to me, so i’m so fucking happy i get to be a small, tiny part of it xx
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There were a lot of things you appreciated in life, and as someone who vlogs for a living, you appreciated it when anyone edited any video at all.
You were no stranger to the fan edits on TikTok; the thirst traps, the funny trends, the story times, you watched it all.
Harry’s fans always joked about your presence on TikTok, commenting “DELETE THIS BEFORE Y/N SEES THIS” or “I’LL BE SO EMBARRASSED IF Y/N SEES THIS” and it only made things fun when you did, in fact, see their content, sometimes even commenting:
“You lot are UNHINGED”
“teenagers scare the living shit out of me”
“i’m showing this to your parents”
“showed this to harry. thanks for paying for therapy”
The friendly banter and in-jokes you had with fans created a connection and bond that was so unique that Harry continuously joked about how jealous he was:
“They come to my shows to see you. This isn’t fair, it’s about me!”
It was especially fun when you dragged Harry into the dark hole that was TikTok, and that night was no different.
In the white t-shirt merch that had the picture of Harry with his moustache, your back was against Harry’s chest, who was wearing a blue Bode sweatshirt that had minimalist illustrations with an “I’d rather work in a barn” text, hair held back by one of your bright clips.
Your faces were shown beside the TikTok video you were duetting, eyes focused on the video you chose to blindly react to.
The video to play, text wobbling as it read “Harry & Y/N happy moments pt.3” before it moved, showing a bit from the behind the scenes of As It Was, Harry’s hands under your armpits as you both were on the spinning plate.
“Trust me,” Harry was seen mouthing, before he lifted you, your arms spread out as you audibly giggled.
“I was so sure you’d drop me,” you said.
“I told you to trust me,” Harry replied with a bemused smile.
“That’s the point,” you made a face, “I don’t,” you mumbled jokingly.
“Heyyyy,” he laughed.
The video then showed another bit, this time a snippet from when you vlogged the ONO in NYC.
“Harry!” You sang his name before the video cut to when the camera moved above your heads and to the side, capturing the moment you both kissed before it was edited so it was zoomed on Harry’s face–Harry’s grinning, almost bashful, and excited face.
You pouted, glancing back at Harry before looking back at your phone, “That’s like the cutest thing ever.”
Harry stayed silent, responding by tightening his arms around you and leaving a quick kiss to your head.
The video then moved to show another one of your YouTube video bits, that one being from when you were rating few of Harry’s outfits.
“...you honestly look like you’re a housewife,” You had giggled in the video, your hand moving to stroke Harry’s cheek, “My little bitch.”
“Excuse you!” Harry had gasped before his hand was seen moving and the sound of him slapping your ass was heard before you let out a gasp. 
“Ow, you fucking twat!”
“No because for real, that one was hard–It was personal, H,” you said, pointing at your phone with your free hand which wasn’t holding it.
“No, it wasn’t,” Harry joked as he mumbled.
“Are you gaslighting me?” 
Comments:
user1 @videocreator CONGRATSSS THEY DUETED YOU!!!
user2 “are you gaslighting me” STOP SHE’S EFFORTLESSLY FUNNY
user3 haha that’s such a cute video *sleeps on the highway*
user4 the fact that y/n has tiktok scares me
What fans that night hadn’t expected was seeing that you had dueted 5 other videos, all while you and Harry were in the same cuddling position.
The second TikTok you both duetted was of someone painting you and Harry; it was a picture you knew many fans had loved and considered a classic. Harry’s arms were around your shoulders from behind, his chin on your shoulder as he grinned a grin that matched yours, your eyes closed as your lips were stretched into the biggest smile.
“Why am I actually nervous?” You asked, laughing as you watched the time lapse of the painting getting done.
“I’m wondering who they’re painting,” Harry, being a comedian, said.
You giggled, having a broken sense of humor that moment. Your eyebrows went up as they finished coloring Harry, jaw falling.
“I don’t think–I don’t really think they’ve done a good job with you.”
“Y/N!” Harry gasped, dragging your name.
“No, seriously, you don’t look that handsome in real life.” 
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user1 HUMBLED HIM
user2 telling harry styles that he isn’t very handsome irl feels illegal 
user3 me and y/n besties when?
user4 imagine being married to harry styles and making fun of him so casually
For another video, a sped-up sound of Taylor Swift’s Lover played over a bright edit of you and Harry from NYC’s listening party.
The video was bright as it showed you holding Harry’s hand before he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your head. It then moved to show as you painted the As It Was mural, you looking engrossed in coloring the middle part of a flower before Harry ran his brush and pink paint over your hand.
“Fun fact,” you said, “It took us so long to wipe that paint and actually get rid of it.”
“I think it took us all night,” Harry said, pointing at your phone as the video showed as you ran your own brush over his hand, leaving a stroke of yellow on his skin, “We had this–this pink and yellow paint for at least a day.”
“None of that would’ve happened if you had just, I don’t know, let me be.”
“You know I can never do that,” He replied, smiling cheekily as he moved slightly to look at your face before kissing your cheek repeatedly, the video ending with you both giggling.
Comments:
user1 I CAN’T HANDLE THIS
user2 they’re the couple you tease for being so in love but lowkey envy because you want to have sth like them
user3 harry and y/n duetting a video with a taylor song 😭😭😭😭
user4 he’s so in love with her i’m literally crying
And then another duetted TikTok video.
“Harry and Y/N being clumsy dorks” a text said over a black screen, a sped-up version of Lights by Ellie Goulding playing.
The video began with Harry in 2010, slipping on stage in his iconic blazer.
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hand as you tried to stifle your giggles as they then added another video from 2017 of him falling on stage, “You fucking knob!”
Harry frowned jokingly, although he was giggling, “You-Oh, there we go, there we go!” He said, watching as the video moved to show one of you that seemingly a fan had shot of you from afar in the open area of the arena, about to hop on a skateboard before you slipped. Harry laughed, “Look at that! Look at you!”
“Oh shut up!” You laughed.
The video then showed another clip of you from one of your vlogs; your camera propped up as it showed you walking into a glass door.
“You had a red bump for two days after that,” Harry cooed, kissing your head.
“You poked me in it so many times,” you reminded him.
With that video ending, fans then watched the last one.
Need to Know by Doja Cat and Desperado by Rihanna were mashed up, Doja singing the second verse to Desperado’s music as it showed Harry with his eyes closed, mouth close to the mic in a show as the video was slowed down, tilting his head back.
“This is literally catfish,” you said, “He’s not that hot in real life, lovies.”
“Oh fuck ooooff,” Harry laughed, blushing as he tried to avoid watching the thirst trap edit made about him.
“H is the type of person to put his t-shirt behind his ears to, like, get them to stick out when he’s taking off his t-shirt and like, he’ll crouch and all,” you said to the screen of your phone, “Forget the hip thrusts,” you shook your head before pointing behind you at Harry, “This man is the biggest fucking catfish ev–Harry, stop!” You squealed out a laugh as Harry nuzzled his head in your neck the same moment he took your phone, the video ending.
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user1 WHEN WILL IT BE MY TURN
user2 stop i imagined harry with his t-shirt half-off and behind his ears 😭
user3 y/n humbling harry like it’s a full time job <333
user4 WHY DID I LITERALLY CRY AT THIS WHY DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
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henrysteelsmurryme · 2 years
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EPISODE 1 (~4.4k words)
WARNING, I'm not feeling very inspired for this (Episode 1 is the only part that is finished) but I'm gonna post it anyways! Enjoy xx [08/23 update! I finished part 2! feeling good! would love to know what kind of date idea you'd like to see for possible future parts !!]
This was also inspired by finelinevogue’s love island series! Check it out!
EPISODE 1 – EPISODE 2
bachelorry masterlist
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“Please welcome our most stylish Bachelor yet, Harry!"
Then he appears, making the two women squeal on the couch. He looks absolutely dashing in a blue suit with thick black strips running down the outside of the pant legs, along with a black scoop tank worn underneath.
“Holy shit, he looks so good!” Ariana yells, making Jaclyn laugh.
“God, I am so glad he was chosen to be the next Bachelor, despite all the controversy.”
“And that controversy was,” Ariana quickly grows heated, sitting straight up in her seat and making Jaclyn snicker even more, “that he dresses well! And they tried to say that he was gay! Bullshit.” Then she adds dryly, “A man who wears anything but black apparently likes it up the ass.”
Jaclyn notes, “He could still like it up the ass.”
“How you are feeling tonight, Harry?”
“Honestly, a bit nervous.” Harry laughs. “Actually, really nervous.” The women on the couch muffle their smiles, smitten with his blatant transparency. It’s not like there haven’t been other Bachelors who were also open with their feelings, but, for some reason, it’s a little more endearing with this specific man.
Harry is very charismatic, a man who won the hearts of the viewers from the very moment he appeared on the first episode of The Bachelorette. He was a fan favorite, for many—and obvious—reasons.
Everyone was devastated when Tamara rejected Harry’s proposal, and they were all heartbroken and tearful witnessing Harry openly break down in tears in the car afterwards.
Needless to say, it was quite obvious who the viewers wanted to be the next Bachelor before The Bachelorette even ended.
And now, that broken man is nowhere in sight. Harry stands tall and proud and excited in front of the mansion. He restlessly waits for the first limo to appear.
The women on the couch watch as countless of women climb out of the cars, and make their own cheesy appearance. They endure through plenty of cringy jokes and awkward introductions.
“Oh, wow,” Jaclyn says, pleasantly surprised. “She’s wearing a jumpsuit.”
“My name is Beau. I’m twenty-seven years old,” the show then cuts to Beau directly facing the camera, sitting in the standard interview room, “I’m from Grand Rapids, Michigan, and I am…” Her mouth splits into a cheeky grin. Her voice is cheerful despite the not-so-cheerful words, clearly trying to convey that she wants to sound light-hearted. She raises it an octave, sounding more and more confident as she finishes the sentence. “…Currently…between jobs.” She nods, a sheepish smile on her face and she lets out a short laugh.
“Oh, that’s funny.” Ariana offers a little laugh.
“Yeah,” her friend, Jaclyn, says.
Underneath Beau’s name appears the words “Between Jobs” in quotations.
“Oh,” Jaclyn says sympathetically. “They did her dirty. Didn’t have to say that.”
The film then cuts to a montage of Beau doing random things around her house. Her movements are stiff and awkward, highlighting just how out of her element she most likely feels; Ariana snorts.
“I mainly like to hang out with my dog. I take him to the west side of the state and we go hiking through the woods and swim in the lake.”
The video shows her wearing a matching blush pink set of biking shorts and a long-bodied sports bra that leaves only a sliver of skin showing. She’s walking down a trail with a happy black curly-haired dog trotting in front of her.
“What kind of dog do you think that is?”
“Naur clue. Kinda looks like a doodle of some sort.” Jaclyn pouts. “He’s so cute though.”
“He is.”
Then there’s another video of her and her dog, this time on the beach. Beau is wearing a black triangle swimsuit top with white flowers and white binding paired with a matching set of cheeky bottoms that are tied at the sides. She sprints into the lake, then when she gets deep enough, she dives into the water, her dog happily swimming behind her. Beau jumps up, wiping water from her face and letting out a shrieked laugh. “It’s so cold!”
The film then cuts back to her sitting in the interview room. “I actually grew up near Detroit, and back when I was twenty-one, I wasn’t expecting to still be in this state.” She laughs again. “I’ve always wanted to explore the United States a little more, and now that I’m…” she cheekily grins “…in between jobs, I might have that chance.”
Ariana decides, “I like her.”
“Same.”
“I’m definitely nervous. I’m not the most outgoing, especially in large groups and especially with new people. It takes me a while to get comfortable sometimes and…” She laughs. “One thing I am absolutely terrified for is pulling Harry for chats. The idea of interrupting someone else’s conversation with him is already giving me so much anxiety. I feel like I could go home the first night because I would just never approach him because he’d be talking to someone else.” She lets out a light sigh. “Yeah, I mean, I didn’t even really want to…do this. My family signed me up.”
“Um…” Jaclyn furrows her eyebrows and makes a face. “That’s weird. Why would you admit that?”
“I feel like this kind of journey is more for the outgoing and outspoken types of people, and…I am not that. So I see myself struggling a little bit in the future.” She shrugs. “Who knows?"
“Couldn’t she have just said no when she realized her family signed her up? She didn’t have to come on this show.”
Ariana agrees. “Right. I don’t know, that’s kinda weird. I’m not sure how I feel about her now.”
“Me neither.”
“Hi.” Beau gives a wide, nervous grin as she approaches Harry. Already, the women can tell that her smiles show a hint of her humor. She’s obviously nervous, and instead of being awkward about it, she laughs at herself a little bit, similar to what she had done moments before when mentioning her current career situation. 
Her jumpsuit is a beautiful bold blue. The pants are flat-fronted with pressed creases right down the middle. Her top is simple, with no embellishments, but the sleeves are extremely long, reaching almost to her ankles, with slits that allow her hands to appear. The top is short enough that it leaves just a few inches of skin showing on her abdomen.
“I love that.”
Despite the obvious nerves, Beau stands tall with her shoulders back as she stands in front of Harry.
“Oh, shit, she’s tall.” The woman on the screen can look Harry straight in the eye without raising her chin.
The camera catches Harry’s eyes sparkling (It must be the lighting, right?) as he takes her in. “Hello, I’m Harry. You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” they go for a hug, “I’m Beau.”
A cheeky grin then grows on Harry’s face. The women on the couch groan quietly, anticipating what’s to come (It’s his signature I’m-about-to-tell-a-really-bad-joke face. It’s probably his biggest flaw.)
“Beau? Well,” he looks her up and down (suggestively?), a smirk on his lips. The women begin to scream on their couch. “It’s a very fitting name. You certainly live up to it.”
The women explode into shrieking cackles, grabbing each other and shaking their friend as the camera focuses on Beau’s shocked and flushed face. 
“Oh, uh, um—”
“Oh, my God!” Jaclyn cries, wiping tears from her eyes. “She can’t even speak!”
“Well, what the fuck would you say when he’s looking at you like that!?”
Harry chuckles at her stammering, ending her misery with his gentle dismissal. “I’ll see you in there.”
Beau briskly nods, failing to hold eye contact. “Yep. Sounds good.” She turns and flees into the house, her quick strides pulling more laughs from the viewers.
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Beau wants to cry as she steps into the house. She squeezes her eyes shut and tries to push down the humiliation licking up her spine. She attempts to convince herself that not many people were there to see that, but then her more rational side reminds her that this will be broadcasting to millions of people in just a few months.
Her face is on fire. She was already on edge, anxious about the whole process: stepping out of the limo, walking up to Harry, and trying to remember her cheesy line. It all went to complete shit when he looked at her the way he had.
She had never been more flustered in her entire life. She inhales deeply, tries to regulate her racing heart, when she hears the women conversing from somewhere further into the mansion.
“Didn’t the door open? Where is she?”
“Hello?!”
Beau’s mouth feels dry. “H–Hi!” She walks into the home, straightening her back and smiling wide when she enters the main living area. She’s greeted by—what feels like—dozens of beautiful, smiling faces.
“Hello!” A woman loudly greets; Beau recognizes her booming voice as she repeats the same word in a more upbeat tone.
“Hi!” They meet in the middle, hugging briefly. “I’m Beau.”
“Oh, that’s unique! I’m Diane. It’s so nice to meet you!” She steps back and scans Beau’s outfit. “You’re stunning.”
Beau smiles with her lips shut; the bottom half of her face is already starting to feel a bit sore. “Thank you. I love your dress.”
“Get this.” The woman leans in close, nodding at Beau slowly with wide eyes. “Fifteen bucks. Marshall’s.”
Beau throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands. “Who would’ve guessed?”
“That’s exactly why I bought it! I wasn’t about to spend all my savings on fucking clothes!”
“Right? I literally texted friends I hadn’t talked to since high school and asked if I could borrow any of their clothes.”
Diane’s jaw drops and her eyes widen. Beau laughs as Diane grabs her forearm. “Oh, my God, that’s legendary!” Then she grabs her hand. “Here, I’ve hogged you enough. Let me introduce you to the girls. Everyone! This is Beau.”
“Hi, Beau,” the group greets in unison.
Beau smiles. “Hello, you all look beautiful.”
“So do you!”
"“I love your outfit!”
“It’s beautiful!”
Diane pulls Beau towards their own small group, where Beau is introduced to Juniper, Genevieve, and Brielle.
“You know,” Beau says to Juniper as the other women converse, “you look like that one actress in Jurassic World. She was in Twilight, too.”
The curly red-haired woman rolls her eyes. “I get that all the fucking time. Harry fucking told me that, too.”
Beau laughs, Juniper blows a raspberry and shakes her head, muffling a good-natured smirk.
“Hey, maybe he’ll remember you better?”
“He fucking better.”
Diane could be a taller Dolly Parton, with wild blonde hair and a large toothy smile. She’s a PA in Dallas, Texas. Juniper is a chemical engineer from Baltimore, Maryland. Genevieve works as an ICU nurse in the bumfuck of nowhere, Oklahoma.
“I’m getting out of there as soon as possible,” she says with urgency, making the women laugh. “The only action I get is hicks asking me if they can melt dark chocolate on my skin and see if they can tell the difference.”
Brielle is a biochemist in Seattle, Washington.
“Wow,” Beau says. “We got some smarties in here.”
“What do you do again?”
“Well, I was a financial analyst.”
Diane gazes up at the ceiling with deadpanned eyes and lifts her arms, letting her hands fall and smack her thighs. “Well, what the fuck, you’re a smartie, too. And in math! Women in STEM.”
Beau winces. “I couldn’t care less about math though. Don’t ask me what a tangent line is.”
“Babe, don’t ask me what seven times nine is.” The women all giggle at Genevieve’s words.
Suddenly, the chatter in the room falters until there’s a silence full of anticipation. Moments later, Harry enters the room, looking around warmly.
“Welcome, ladies.” He stands in front of them, secures his hands behind his back, and leans forward slightly in an almost-bow. “I’m very excited to get to know you all, and I’m very sorry that I won’t recall all of your names tonight.”
Some women chuckle, some giggle, and some laugh.
“Does everyone have a glass? I’d like to make a quick toast.”
Women rush to grasp their champagne flutes. Beau’s is held loosely in her hand because it’s empty, due to Diane downing the rest of it earlier.
Everyone crowds around Harry, gazing at him with moony eyes, flushed cheeks, and endeared smiles.
Harry smiles, his eyes flitting around the group quickly. It takes a moment too long and he snaps himself out of it, blinking his eyes and shaking his head a bit. The women giggle.
“Sorry,” he laughs, then he raises his glass higher. “To genuine connections, gentle honesty, and great people.”
There’s a feminine chorus of “Cheers!” followed by the clinking of glasses. Beau gives a dumb smile as everyone around her takes a sip of their drink. She catches Juniper’s eye and makes a theatrical show of shrugging and making a face and tipping the flute upside into her gaping mouth. Juniper rolls her eyes good-naturedly, a hint of a smirk on her face.
Immediately, a woman lays her hand on Harry’s arm and asks him to come outside with her. Some of the woman are irritated. They huff and glare at the couple as they disappear down the hall.
Beau returns to the couch their small group has unofficially announced as theirs. She chats with the women, watching as one of them leaves at a time to talk with Harry. They’re all successful on the first try, which gives Beau a bit of confidence when she eventually decides it’s her turn to temporarily leave the conversation.
She doesn’t think about the what-ifs as she approaches the couple talking on the outdoor couch. She’s actually quite proud of herself for remaining so calm as she stands by the coffee table. “Hi, could I take Harry for a chat?”
“Actually…” the woman starts, giving Beau a smile that men would pass off as sweet, but women know it’s quite the opposite. “I just got to talking with him. I’m going to need a few more minutes.”
Beau’s initial response when she opens her mouth is to say that she’s wrong—whoever this woman’s name is—and that she’s had just about the most time with Harry out of all the other women. But then she shuts her mouth, because she’s not about to start something within the first couple hours of the show. “Um. Okay.” She doesn’t even bother glancing at Harry before she turns on her heels and marches back into the mansion.
She robotically shakes her head as she beelines to the couches. Diane catches her eye and furrows her eyebrows. “I thought you were going to pull him for a chat.”
She continues to shake her head as she stiffly sits next to Genevieve. “She told me that they just got to talking and that she’d like a few more minutes.” She shakes her head some more. “Nope. Never doing that ever again. That was so embarrassing. I looked like an idiot.”
“No, you didn’t.” Genevieve gently slaps her knee. “She’s had plenty of time with Harry out there. You need to be more assertive.”
Beau shrugs easily, letting out a sigh and sitting back. “Too late now.”
Diane rolls her eyes. “At this rate, you’re not going to talk to him until next week.”
“If I make it that far.”
“Then go talk to him, for Christ’s sake!” Juniper thrusts a hand toward the backyard. “I don’t want to hear you whining about how you didn’t get to chat with him.”
“No one’s whining!”
“All right, all right.” Brielle chuckles. “Beau, try again in a couple minutes.”
“Fine.”
Beau does try again, and, like they’re in a track race, a woman literally cuts her off and runs past the finish line, effectively pulling Harry aside for a chat.
Beau tongues the inside of her cheek, wondering whether she should start laughing or crying. She just hopes the producers take pity on her and don’t make her out to be as pathetic as she currently feels.
She swallows down her embarrassment, and returns to the living room. This time, her friends laugh.
“Again? What happened this time?”
“You’re pathetic.”
Beau sighs and falls onto the couch. “I’m gonna cry,” she says with a completely dry tone.
“No, you’re not.” Genevieve hits her thigh with her knuckles. “I’ll come with you next time, and I’ll literally throw you onto him.”
Beau nods, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” Then she breaks into a smile and laughs. “Jesus Christ, I told y’all I couldn’t do this.” She ignores her trembling hand and she presses it against her mouth. She stares off into space as the women around her resume their conversation. She tries to avoid certain distressing thoughts, as well as the familiar hollowed feeling in her stomach.
Her body envelopes in a panicking heat when Genevieve grasps her hand and tells her to stand up, that they’re going to try again.
She feels like her face is on fire as Genevieve leads them to the backyard. She feels like a little girl, needing her mother to hold her hand as she walks her into the school. This is actually a very familiar and nostalgic feeling, because five-year-old Beau would cry as her mother tried to drop her off at school from the car line. Eventually, after a few days, a nun replaced her mother and had to hold her hand and guide her into the school.
“That’s the same woman,” Beau says, a little breathless.
“Okay, so that means she’s had plenty of time to chat with him. You’re gonna go over there, ask if you can take him for a chat, and if she says no, say that the night’s winding down and you’d like to at least get a few words in before the ceremony.”
Beau nods firmly, like she’s confident. Only, she’s not. Not at all. “Okay. Stay here until I actually do it.”
Genevieve huffs out a laugh. “All right. Now go.” As Beau walks away, she slaps her butt. She’ll have to ask her later if she also played any sports.
At first, Beau’s steps were tentative, then she inhales a deep breath and straightens her back, lengthens her strides, and she appears calm, cool, and casual as she approaches the chatting couple.
“Hi…Do you think I could pull Harry for a chat?”
“Of course!” The woman leaps up, thanks Harry for the chat and sends a sweet, encouraging smile to Beau as she walks past. Beau decides to forgive her for almost making her eat shit five minutes ago when she almost stepped on the woman’s heels. It probably wasn’t malicious; Beau doesn’t want to start the very first night with any drama—she’d like to avoid that, more than anything.
“Thank you.” She turns back to Harry, feeling her heart race as he smiles up at her.
“Beau,” he says, confident.
She gives him an awarding smile. “Yes. I’m surprised you remember.”
“Well, it’s impossible to forget every time I look at you.”
“Stop it.” She rounds the short table and sits beside him.
He let out a laugh. “What?”
“Don’t make me…any more flustered. I’d like to contribute to this conversation.”
He hums, looking into her eyes. “I’d like that, too.”
Beau can’t believe how often she has to break the eye contact. Usually, it’s the other person that’s breaking eye contact with her. Beau is very good at looking at people’s eyes, even when she was fifteen and was so awkward she could barely carry a conversation—still, she was able to at least look them in the eye.
Harry’s stare is just so intense though. He gazes at her with a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips. The eyes are the windows to the soul, or however the saying goes, and Harry’s windows are as transparent as air. They hold a lot more emotion than Beau thinks they should so early into this process.
Harry licks his lips, shuffling in his seat before he speaks. “So, Beau is a bit…I’ve never met a woman named Beau.”
She nods. “Yeah, my parents really like the gender neutral names. They loved telling people our names when we were babies, and watching them struggle to guess if we were a boy or a girl.”
Harry laughs. “So, you have siblings? What are their names?”
“I have three sisters. One is,” she waves a hand, “very old. Like, fourteen years older than me. Her name is Blake, then there’s me, Jamie, and Parker.”
He nods. “Okay, so where are you from?”
“Grand Rapids in Michigan.”
“And what is it that you do?”
“I’m actually…” Beau bites back a smile. “Between jobs right now. I was a financial analyst for a while.” “Yeah? What does that entail?” He continues with a knowing grin, “Analyzing finances?”
“Pretty much.” They laugh together. Beau brushes some of her short hair off her face. She didn’t do much with it, since it curls rather nicely when it decides to. And, fortunately, today, it went along with her plans.
Harry angles his body more towards her, propping his elbow on the back of the couch and resting his temple against the heel of his palm. “What are you looking for in your next job?”
“Uh,” goddamnit, Beau has to look away again, “I wasn’t very happy at the place I was at. I honestly don’t really care what I do, as long as I can enjoy it and the people around me.”
“So a happy environment is important to you in a job?”
“I’d say it’s the most important. I can tolerate—“ she was about to say “shitty”, but then she becomes acutely aware of the cameras pointed at them “…unfulfilling work, I guess? As long as the people I work with are fun to be around and not—they’re not mean, you know?”
Harry nods, his features relaxed as he looks at her.
Beau forces herself to look at him. She really looks at him, and admires the beauty he effortlessly holds. His eyes are bright and clear, his skin smooth and tanned, his lips plump and pink. And what makes him most attractive to Beau is how openly he wears his emotions.
She remembers watching The Bachelorette, and how none of the men really caught her eye (which wasn’t a surprise to her). It wasn’t until the fourth or fifth episode that she could finally decide who she found attractive. Of course, Harry was at the top of her list. And it wasn’t until Beau got to know—as much as she could from her couch—a little bit of Harry’s and the other men’s personalities that she started to feel some sort of attraction towards them.
If she were twenty-years-old, she would have been confused as to why she couldn’t immediately name off the men she was attracted to with her friends as they watched the show together. But now, she understands, and what she doesn’t understand she doesn’t worry about.
So, Beau does find Harry attractive, but probably not in the same way the other women find him attractive. And she’s sure that the longer she stays on the show, the more attracted to him she’ll become.
Her gaze then descends onto his suit, and something clicks in her brain. “We’re kinda matching.”
“Kinda?” He reaches out and lays a hand on her thigh, bringing the sleeve of his suit closer to her pants. “It’s an exact match.”
Beau shrugs, giving him a small, teasing smirk. “Maybe that means something.”
He returns her gesture with a suggestive look of his own. His warm hand gently squeezes her leg. She has to refrain from clenching her legs in a totally embarrassing way. “Maybe. I guess we’ll have to see.”
Neither speak for a moment, choosing to look at each other instead. Beau has finally found it easier to look at him. She’s no longer intimidated, because she’s now found out for herself just how genuine of a person he is, how welcoming and kind he is.
They share a small, shy smile, then Harry breaks their gaze and dips his chin to his chest, peering down at his lap. Beau bites back her victorious smile, putting even more effort into doing so when Harry lifts his head and there’s remnants of pink skin on his face.
He licks his lips slowly. “I had a really great time chatting with you.”
Beau nods. “Me, too. I’m looking forward to our next chat.” She wishes they could have had more time, she could have said more, got to know him more, but she’ll take him standing up and offering his hand to help her from the couch instead. Especially since he doesn’t drop their hands until he has to, when he makes an announcement to the group of women in the mansion.
A few women are upset because they never got to talk with Harry, sending subtle glares toward the women who probably spent a little too much time with him.
Beau heads into the room where the rose ceremony is being held. They were warned before by the producers that this first one will take a long time—they’ll be lucky if they’re in bed by seven AM. She wishfully thinks that this rose ceremony will be the exception.
Her feet hurt despite the short heels she has on, her back hurts from standing for so long on the small tiered stage. One by one, Harry calls a woman’s name. Beau didn’t realize that between each name-call the crew has to change the positions of the cameras, taking as long as five minutes between each name.
She is so exhausted she wants to cry rather than smile when Harry calls her name. She has never wanted her bed so badly in her entire life. She feels like she’s dreaming as she approaches Harry, and it’s because of her exhaustion rather than elation. Still, she smiles wide when Harry hands her the rose, and she tries not to think too much about the smile Harry returns that she interprets as extra sweet compared to the other grins he gave to the other women. She’s just overthinking it. She’s just tired. She needs to go to bed.
She doesn’t climb under the covers until the sun is peeking over the horizon, at nine AM.
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EPISODE 1 – EPISODE 2
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harryhoney-bee · 3 years
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okay so first of all can you like please write something about when H uses the oxygen so like y/n sees him using that on stage and she gets really worried backstage and then he lets her know somehow that he’s alright maybe by speaking in the mic so the whole crowd goes aww or just anything related to that hahah thanks
Miss @finelinevogue also wrote something with this concept, so be sure to go check it out <3
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Even though Harry had almost 11 years of professional music career, no matter how many times he practiced his breathing with his vocal coach, the singer would always need oxygen while performing in a city with a higher altitude than normal.
But he was used to it, his team and band also knew there was no reason to worry about whenever Harry would take a moment to use his inhaler or nebulizer. But the same could not be said for the girl backstage.
Y/n wasn't clueless about how heights could affect the respiratory systems, she was aware it wouldn't cause the death of anyone, but Harry was different. He had been suffering from asthma since he was a child, so watching him giving his best on stage wasn't satisfactory, it was terrifying.
People around her were patting her back, trying to comfort her anxious head, but none of that worked, especially when she saw how out of breath Harry looked after singing sunflower vol.6. The moment he turned his back to the stage to put his oxygen mask on she took a step forward, out of the curtains that separated the backstage from the crowd.
The fans didn't notice her right away, being focused exclusively on Harry and his band, but at the moment her body appeared on the lane–two bodyguards by her side – Harry saw her, giving her a wink, taking a few more breaths of oxygen. He seemed calm, different from y/n, who was making a dozen gestures and signs, simply trying to ask if he was ok.
The man stared at her, tilting his head like a puppy, not understanding what she was trying to say and what she was doing there since she would normally wait for him in his dressing room. He decided the only way to properly communicate with her was using his microphone.
"Hello San Antonio!" He happily said, the fans went crazy the moment they heard Harry's voice, "I know I'm here working for you guys–" sounds of laughter filled the arena, "–but I want to know if you would excuse me for a second, I think my missus has something to say." His charm quickly won over the public, who of course, said it was ok to pause the concert for a few minutes.
"Thank you, you're all lovely," he said to them, turning his back to the fans on the other side of the arena before getting to his positions in front of Y/n. "Yes my love, what do you want?" He sweetly said, sitting on the edge of the stage, microphone still in hand.
Y/n suddenly felt shy, having the attention of almost 20.000 people on her, but she tried to keep her eyes on Harry because his presence could always calm her down. "I just wanna know if you are okay?" She said, trying her best to sound clear under her mask.
He smiled at her, feeling soft inside, "of course I am my love, don't need to worry about me. I was just a little out of breath, nothing serious, I promise." The loud wave of 'awww' met her ears, and she felt her cheeks getting hot.
"Was that it, baby?" Harry asked
She shyly nodded her head, pointing at the backstage, "I'm going back there then, please be careful."
"Always am, go on," he told her, sending her a kiss, when she mirrored his action he took the kiss in the air, putting it in his pocket.
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astranva · 2 years
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Smallest of Moments
Word Count: +950
Category: tooth-aching fluff
Warning: none
Summary: The small moments that scream “I love you” between you and Harry.
A/N: this is from a prompt list my love @finelinevogue made me so we have el to thank for rescuing me and supplying me with tooth-aching fluff. ily 💕
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“Love” was such a universal word. No matter what language you spoke, no matter what your background about it was, everyone knew what the word “love” was, and especially when it’s “I love you”.
You’d find it written in cursive on vibrant, red teddy bears, on notebooks, on cards, and on wedding dresses, even. You’d hear it in movies, because what is anything but made in the name of love? 
There were those who said “I love you”s to everyone their heart beat for, there were those who’d rather show it, and then there were those who said it, wrote songs about it, and showed it altogether—and Harry was the latter.
Between you and Harry, an “I love you” was a sacred promise; one that got renewed like a vow every time you uttered the 3 words to one another, but it was within the intimate moments that the 3 words were heavier than a promise could ever be.
“Baby, baby stop for a second,” Harry would say, putting his hands on your waist before either of you crossed the road and in a second, he was kneeling on the ground, his hands reaching to your shoe to tie your flying shoelaces, making you steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders.
Surely enough, crossing any road with your hands not intertwined in one another was foreign to the both of you; Harry’s body always being the one on the side of the cars because: “it makes me feel cool,” he had once said.
It was within a moment of laughter between the both of you and your friends.
“Lies! All you do is tell lies, lies, lies!” Harry would exclaim over the laughter of his friends, and like the saying went:
“The first person you look at when you laugh, is the person you value the most.”
Harry’s eyes instantly went to yours the moment laughter was involved, the both of you looking at one another as you laughed, no matter what the context was, and no matter what the seating was. He could be in the middle of a show, laughing at something a fan had said, and he’d still find you.
It was always loud when it was cold, too.
“Where do you think you’re going with your jacket unzipped like that?” Like a concerned parent, Harry would raise his eyebrow at you before you went out.
“I’m not going to zip it, it’ll ruin the outfit,” you’d reason, looking down at your outfit with a huff.
He’d take long strides towards you, his hands reaching to your jacket as he’d try to stifle his laughter over your pouting face while he zipped you up. He’d lean forward, pecking your pouty lips; “It’s cold outside, don’t want you to get sick.”
“You don’t want to take care of me?” You always teased him.
“I’ll always take care of you,” he’d smile, pecking your lips again, “Just would rather you’re not sick while I’m at it.”
It was gentle and soothing when times were tough. 
When you were sad, crying and blue and ready to shut the world out but not Harry—never Harry.
He’d hold you, soundlessly comforting you with the soft hair strokes and the gentle kisses, sometimes even going far enough to crack a bad joke or two that would have you laughed at how bad it was. 
His hand would be gentle on your face, grazing your cheek so softly before he’d reach to hold your chin, tilting your head up a little, “Ready to smile?” He’d ask so gently, and it was his voice and patience that would have you smiling a little, giggling and laughing when Harry would make a big deal of it by pretending to faint from seeing you smile, going limp with a smile on his face before he’d open his arms, asking you to take shelter in them.
When Harry was giving a show, it was always a good time. When Harry was giving a show that you were there to watch? That was unmatched.
His eyes would always find their way to you, smiling and shaking his head whenever he’d catch you wildly dancing; spinning around, jumping, screaming the lyrics. But Harry knew that you were always so focused on him during his show that you always forgot to drink from the flask he had gotten you ages ago, kept safe in the crocheted bottle holder around your shoulder and down your side that you and Harry both had bought from a flea market.
It would always be between songs when he’d look at you, bring his hand together to form what seemed to be a cup and tilt it slightly to his mouth to remind you to drink, and he’d always smile when he’d watch you open your bottle and drink.
And it was within moments of fan interactions, and how Harry was never embarrassed nor anything but excited to talk about you.
“How long have you been together?” He asked a couple, “4 years?! That’s how long my girlfriend and I have been together!” He beamed, eyes glistening with excitement and bunny teeth on full display along with his dimple, “What month? November? No, my girl and I win this round. We’ve been-We’ve been together a few months longer than you.”
And while “I love you” was a nice reminder to hear and a good promise to utter, it was always the smallest of moments of it all.
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Hey love! Can make a fake Instagram with face claim Paola Cossentino (paola_cossentino on Instagram)
not sure if i like this blurb but i hope you do !! paris show 🥰🥰
CONSIDER SUPPORTING ME <3
ask me anything | masterlist | likes and reblogs are appreciated !
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yourinstagram I was on my way to buy some flowers for you (in Paris) 💐
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harryfan1 so cuuuute
gemmastyles I miss you already
harryfan2 OMGGG HARRY IS HERE ALREADY
mitchrowland I wish you bought flowers for me
↳ harryfan2 i love their friendship so much
↳ harrystyles Heyyyyyyyyy
↳ harryfan3 HEEELP HARRY
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grapejuiceharry i wanted to gatekeep this but since i just saw yn’s last post… i caught the cutest moment between our favorite couple this morning 🥺
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harryfan1 OMFG ARE YOU KIDDING
harryupdates that really is so cute 🥺
harryfan2 i can’t believe you were gatekeeping this
harryfan3 i just hope their privacy wasn’t disturbed
harryfan4 oh to have a boyfriend who would give me a bouquet of flowers in the streets of paris
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allthingsharry YN via instagram stories ! seems like they visited the tower but harry was too cool to recreate this iconic moment
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harryfan1 ISTG
harryfan2 i can’t stand him sometimes
harryfan3 anne and ben winston were there too aw
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harryupdates “I mean he shouldn’t be doubting if you love each other, right? He should just get on one knee and drop the question, that would be my advice. But I don’t know much about proposals, or do I?” Harry reading a sign that said “My boyfriend hasn’t proposed to me. We’ve been together for 5 years”
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harryfan1 and then he said “if he doesn’t propose soon he’s trash trash trash” 😭
harryfan2 oh boy i feel like he’s hiding something
↳ harryfan3 like what
↳ harryfan2 like he popped THE question 😭😭
↳ harryfan1 omfg
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enews It will never be the same as it was because Harry Styles might be officially off the market 😢💍Link in our bio to read the details
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harryfan1 WHAT???
harryfan2 i know you guys aren’t believing e!news
harryfan3 if this is true and they leaked it i’m going to be very sad
harryfan4 CONGRATS HARRY AND YN
harryfan5 i won’t believe a thing unless i see the ring on her finger
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yourinstagram Ask us how Paris was 🥺
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harryfan1 OMFGGGGG
gemmastyles THERES NO WAY
jefezoff 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️
annetwist Congrats my loves 🥰
harryfan2 SEE THE RUMORS WERE TRUE
harryfan3 HARRY IS GOING TO BE A HUSBAND ???
harrystyles It was spleandid, if you ask me x
↳ harryfan1 YOU LITTLE SHIT
↳ harryfan2 HES UNHINGED
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harrystyles Love On Tour. Paris. July, 2022. 💍
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harryfan1 THIS IS FIANCÉ HARRY POSTING
annetwist ❤️❤️
harryfan2 HE REALLY ADDED THE EMOJI I CANT
niallhoran Congrats mate ❤️
↳ harryfan3 MY NARRY HEART
yourinstagram Pinch me 🥺
↳ harryfan1 she’s so cute i can’t
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astranva · 2 years
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TPWK (Behind the Scenes)
Word Count: 1.5k
Category: Fluff
Warning: liam’s strip that down choreography slander and a few swear words
Summary: The one where you post the behind the scenes of the TPWK video that you filmed, showing Harry as an annoyingly adorable boyfriend.
miss @finelinevogue​ sent me “NOV IM THINKING YOU WOULD ABSOLUTELY PERFECTLY EXECUTE A BEHIND THE SCENES BLURB WITH THIS NEW CONTENT” and you know i can’t say no to el, like ever so here i am 🥳
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“Do you think I can dance?” Harry had asked you one night as you watched Stranger Things.
You had hummed, tearing your eyes from the television to look at him on your lap, seeing his eyes set on you, “What was that?”
“Do you think I can dance?” He repeated.
You smiled before chuckling a little, “You got a move or two,” you teased him, “Why?”
With an excited smile on his face, he had answered: “I’m thinking about Treat People having a dance.”
“Like a choreography?”
“Yeah.”
Your eyebrows had went up, tilting your head as you looked at him, “I like where this is going,” you said, “But baby, it has–look, I don’t think I’ll be able to look at you if by choreography you mean something like–like Liam’s Strip That Down thing, please,” you cringed, “I won’t be able to look at you, I’m sorry.”
Harry burst out laughing, poking you in the stomach, “Fuck ooooff!” He dragged, “Be nice, Y/N!”
“I am being nice!” You laughed, “And you know I’m right! I don’t mean anything against him personally, it’s just–it’s just bad choreography, alright?”
But you had trust in Harry–enough to know that he wasn’t going to go for a choreography that would make him look all “cool” and “hot”.
You felt like a proud mom every time you watched Harry practice, sometimes feeling like a mean girlfriend every time you laughed at him if he fell or stepped on anybody’s toes.
“Stop laughing at me!” He had tackled you in his arms one day, laughing with you and everyone else did, “You’re not allowed in the studio anymore. You’re not allowed.”
“Studio?” You had teased him, “Look at you, talking like a professional dance–Ow, H, stop, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You had pushed him, trying to stop him from tickling you.
And that was when you decided to start filming the behind the scenes of the Treat People With Kindness music video.
Initially, it was just going to be a keepsake for you and Harry to look back and laugh at, with no intentions to post it anywhere, but then the 2nd of July came and with it, the video you had created was posted.
It started with the makeup artist of the music video trying to fix Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s makeup with a brush, and Harry annoyingly pushing her hand away as he looked at you with a childish smile.
“Harry, stop being a pest!” You could be heard saying through a giggle before he huffed at you and turned away.
The video then officially began, the song beginning to play the moment Harry was seen standing in the dancing studio where he practiced, Cosmigos red t-shirt tucked inside his black joggers with his hair clipped back. His hands were on his hips, trying to stifle his laughter as he stood in the front and middle, backup dancers behind him.
The scene then changed to show Harry standing from the side in a white t-shirt and colorful Elvis-printed pajama bottoms, his white dress shoes that he was set to wear for the music video on his feet. In a ready posture, his arms reached out to hold Phoebe Waller-Bridge as she ran towards him so he could carry her, but they both ended up laughing.
“And he says he does cardio,” you joked in the video as you recorded, letting out a laugh when Harry ran towards you, jumping with his hands on your shoulder.
In a split screen was then two videos of Harry with a mic stand, doing the official dance in the studio along with the music, before it split to 3 screens to show the actual music video at the top.
The video then showed a single scene of Harry from the TPWK’s location, doing his dance from the side as you recorded on an 8mm film camera that you had borrowed from a friend.
It then moved to show another video you recorded with your phone, Harry in a white t-shirt and black shorts before you propped your phone and stepped beside him with a grin, Harry putting his hand out for you to hold as that one move from the dance, and you put yours in his, the both of you laughing as you moved to stop recording.
It then showed 4 photos of Harry dancing from the music video before it moved to show the camera filming him as he danced. 
At the 49th second, you were seen through the large mirrors of the dancing studio as you recorded Harry running in a circle with the backup singers dancing, before he ran towards you, pressing a kiss to your phone before his face scrunched as he ran away, hand reaching to hold his groin, “My groin,” he complained before laughing.
A minute and 14 seconds in, it was just you and Harry in another studio, you recording him as he practiced his movies in a white t-shirt and white shorts, his Vans on his feet. 
He stepped closer to your phone as you recorded him from the floor, opening his arms as he looked down at you before giving you a grin.
It then moved to show another clip from that same day, you on Harry’s shoulders as you recorded through the mirror, his arms out before he placed his hands on your legs, carefully swaying the both of you as you both laughed.
At 1:18, and unbeknownst to the fans watching, it was the day when you surprised him on set. Harry was standing with Jeff, in his black TPWK hoodie, you recording as he looked around nonchalantly before his eyes landed on you, his face lighting up and his eyes going wide before he pointed at you, “You,” he mouthed as he raised his arm to excitedly wave at you and send you an air kiss as he chewed on his gum, before the video showed him eagerly walking towards you, his arms out before he was out of the view, but clearly because he was hugging you. 
In black and white, the video showed a shot of Harry, shaking his left leg with his lips tucked before he moved to the side with his body a little, shaking his other leg.
“You’re such a pro at this, H,” your voice could be heard saying, “Give us the moves, give us the moves!”
The video then moved, showing Harry in his TPWK sparkly outfit, you giggling as he got close to your phone, “Get out of my face, alright?” He said with wide eyes, dramatically so, before turning around to walk, looking over his shoulder at you with a sheepish smile before he walked back towards you, “I’m just kidding, come heeeeere,” he puckered his lips.
The video then showed Harry in black and white filter again, standing in the studio with the backup dancers as he smiled, “This is the first time H is performing the dance,” you said, “Look how smug he looks,” you zoomed on his face, showing him give you a face before sticking his tongue out and laughing.
At 1 minute and 50 seconds, he stood in your shared home in the living room, his full TPWK on as he showed it off to you by giving you a full twirl.
“You look so good,” you said, “Give us another twirl, H, come on.”
With a childishly excited grin, Harry twirled again before ending the twirl with his hands out and an open mouthed grin.
The video then showed more behind the scenes of Phoebe practicing, and her and Harry practicing together as well as photos of them you had taken before minute 2 and 9 seconds came and it was you and Harry dancing together.
Standing in front of one another, your hands were out, going side to side as that one move from his and Phoebe’s dance, wide grins on your faces before you held on to his hand, wanting to do the cartwheel but Harry being Harry, he pulled your entire body to his chest instead, making you lose balance against him before you threw your head back as you laughed, Harry joining as he wrapped his arms around your body against his before pressing his lips to your cheek while Jeff laughed at the both of you in the background.
The video then continued to show more behind the scenes of the music video before it ended with you propping your phone before stepping back, showing all the cheering backup dancers and Phoebe as it was the last day of filming the video, before Harry appeared, wrapping his arm around your waist before you wrapped yours around his shoulders, the both of you raising your other arms up as you cheered with the rest.
If there was anything you understood, it was how exciting it always was to give Harry’s fans content like that out of the blue, so you knew that it was something they would eat up when you posted it on your Instagram with: 
“@harryflorals you’re welcome xx” 
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finelinevogue · 3 years
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Little Moments Masterlist
masterlist of all the small blurbs and longer concepts of the styles family; containing harry, reader, oliver, felix and isabella.
timeline of this series
Blurbs
harry’s children teach him a tiktok dance
your son defends you against the paparazzi
beach day with the family and you’re pregnant
isabelle gets hate and comes out to her dad
harry picks the kids up after school
belle gets her first period
harry’s final show
telling harry you’re pregnant.. again
harry does vogues’ 73 questions
family holiday to italy
oli lays on harry’s back as harry naps
the kids throw a party when you’re at date night*
harry buys y/n and island
harry and you meet megan for the first time
you suffer with post natal depression
family dinner
Asks
does belle tell her mum about being gay?
clarification on ages
the children’s relationships
why is there only 3 kids?
tiktok of belle and oli
tiktok of harry and his sons
megans pronouns
Instagram Concepts
posting isabella’s birth on social media
oli’s and felix’s instagram posts
family holiday to cornwall
belle and megans instagram posts
a holiday to mexico
camping holiday with the family
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Obsessed with your imagines you so when they have 3 kids and they’re all older! What about one where Harry has to have a sex talk with his kids OR y/n and Harry come home to find their kids throwing a party? I think both could be super funny
this has me excited cause i love the idea of them throwing a party when y/n and harry are at date night!! (does contain smut)
oli - 21, felix - 19, belle - 16
“We’re so fucking screwed.”
“Belle, for the millionth time, chill the fuck out.”
But how the fuck was anyone supposed to be chill when there was a full-on house party, close to being a rave, occurring in their house? A house that was their mum’s life work. A house party that their parents new nothing about. A night where absolutely anything and everything could go wrong.
The three siblings stood at the bottom of the stairs, in front of the door, looking around at the scenes occurring between each room. There were girls whispering to each other on the sofas, there was a group of guys playing beer pong in the kitchen and there was a large group of people hanging around by the pool and some even taking a dip. What had meant to be a low-key party had managed to turn into the whole neighbourhood plus the next town over. It was completely overboard.
“Who’s idea was this again?” Belle asked, clearly not understanding the full reasoning behind a full fledged party in their house.
“All of ours.” Oli responded, when in reality it was really just his, and a bit of Felix, idea.
“Nope. I’m not getting grounded because you two dickheads wanted to be rebels.” Belle put her hands up as if to stop this whole situation. She did not want to be a part of this and yet had somehow got screwed up with it all.
“So what are you going to do?” Felix asked.
“Anywhere where this doesn’t have my name stamped all over it.” Belle gestured around her, all of them groaning when they heard something smash from a nearby room. They were actually going to be locked up forever after this.
“Belle, mum and dad are out for the night. Dad said he booked a hotel for them to stay over at, so they won’t even be back until tomorrow morning.” Oli explained, trying to calm down his very nervous sister.
“Yeah, plus if you’re so insistent on leaving why did you get so dressed up?” Felix did have a point. Belle had gone through the effort tonight to be looking as best she could. She was sporting a little black dress with black fishnet tights and her trusty Doc Martens. It was a very colourful outfit, as she would explain. Belle had even gone to the effort of adding glue-on gems to her makeup. Whereas her brothers were just wearing sweaters and trousers and trainers. Typical teenage boys.
“I’ll bet that’s why.” Oli nodded behind Belle and smirked as he watched his little sister turn around.
Megan Dover. Belle’s high school crush and cleverest person in the year. Felix and Oli caught Belle blush when their little sister looked at Megan, waving to her cutely. Belle was a lot more introverted than Megan, but Belle didn’t mind. She admired that Megan was so outspoken and kind and smart, but too bad they didn’t truly know of Belle’s existence. At least, not really.
“Alright fine, i’ll stay, but just don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Belle rolled her eyes and then walked off in the direction of the kitchen - if she was ever going to speak to Megan she’d need at least 4 shots in her system.
“Be safe little B.” Oli waved her off and then the two brothers looked at each other knowingly. “Is Heather here?”
“Not yet no, think she’s coming with the girls in a bit.” Felix checked his phone as his brother questioned him. “What about Bea?”
“She’s upstairs.”
“Why? I thought we weren’t allowing anyone upstairs?”
“Dude she’s my girlfriend, I think she gets a pass.” Oli patted his brothers back and then saunters up the stairs two at a time to go and find his girlfriend and reintroduce her to the party.
Another smash of something glass sounding came from the kitchen, along with a turn of screams and mumbles of oops.
“Fuck, we are so screwed.” Felix muttered under his breath as he made his way to the kitchen to clean up whatever was now broken.
••••
Meanwhile, you and Harry were basking in each other’s presence at a fancy new restaurant downtown called Caste Inn.
Harry decided it was time for you to have a treat and so was taking you out for dinner and then retreating to a fancy hotel, where he would not let you rest for the whole night. He was already being really handsy this evening, but you kept swatting his prying hands away because you were in public.
“Babe, c’mon i’m dying here!” He whined as you swatted his hand away from the skirt of your dress for the fifth time since mains. You were lucky you were in a crescent shaped booth so it was hard for anyone to see what was going on underneath the table, but you still felt so exposed.
“Quit it Harry.” You sniped, returning your attention back to the desserts menu. The restaurant was that kind of place where the portions are sparrow sized and yet cost you as much as it would to donate a kidney, so there was no surprise that you were still hungry and had room for dessert.
“Just wanna love on my wife.” He pouted next to you, keeping his arm slunk around the back of the booth to continue to caress your far shoulder delicately.
“We’re in the middle of a restaurant, you’re crazy.” You snickered, trying your hardest to focus on the desserts; Tiramisu, Chocolate Orange Gateau, Pecan Pie, Creme Brulé and an endless list of more mouthwatering yumminess.
“Fucking crazy for you, yes.” He kissed your cheek once, twice and then bit it too on the third, making you moan slightly at the exposure of it all. “You used to let me do this kind of thing all the time, what happened hey?”
“I got old.” You laughed, but really you felt saddened by the thought of it. You were approaching your forties and you felt as though time wasn’t on your side anymore. Life was all flying by so fast and it was becoming so hard to stop it for a moment to see how beautiful it all is. Harry could tell you were faking your happiness in that moment and he hated that you felt this way. He loved you. He would worship the ground you walk upon. Nothing would ever be too much of an ask for him if it meant keeping your happy. Yes, you were getting older, but it didn’t mean that was a bad thing. At least you were getting older together and becoming maturer together.
“Talk to me, love.” He gently asked, knowing there was something on your mind that was bothering you.
“I just… I just feel like i’m getting older—”
“You are love, yes.” He interrupted you, which earned him a slap to the thigh. He didn’t let your hand go though, leaving it to rest on his tight thigh.
“And then suddenly that’s going to be it. No more Y/N.”
“Don’t say things like that to me, please love.” Harry shook his head, squeezing your hand a little tighter.
“And I feel like i’ll have regretted not doing so many things. Like I won’t have lived my life.”
“Things like?”
“Things like riding a motorcycle with you. Things like staying up all night with a bottle of wine and a good bit of Elvis. Reckless things, like skinny dipping or crashing a high school party. Things like, having my husband finger fuck me in a public restaurant. I remember when everything seemed so free and chaotic and I loved it. Now I feel stuck.”
“Stuck how, love?” Harry leaned in closer to you, his eyes full of love and determination because if that’s what you wanted he could give you all those things - especially the orgasm.
“I’m a mum, H. You’re a dad. We’re parents,m. Good ones at that. Aren’t we supposed to be grown up and responsible now? We don’t get to take risks anymore, because we have a family right? God, I sound so pathetic.” You sighed and put the menu down, not thinking about which pudding you wanted to fill yourself up with anymore.
“Babe. If you want to ride a motorcycle and go skinny dipping then let’s fucking do it. Why are you so afraid to hold back? Because we have kids, because darling believe me when I tell you - however much it disturbs me - our kids are out doing just as many reckless and crazy things as we used to do. Maybe we should fuck the prestigious system and show our children, all parents - including us - that adulthood, parenthood, doesn’t define the choices you make. We do.”
You couldn’t stop looking at your husband, drinking in every last drop of his beauty. His words filled your heart with rose petals and chocolates, warming you up delightfully. God, you were so lucky to have him. He helped you through the most toughest of times and continued to stick with you, not because a ring says he has to, but because he loves you. Undeniably and irrevocably loves you.
That was all it took for you to comply.
Quickly, you moved one of your legs under the table cloth so it draped over Harry’s thighs and made an opening between your legs. The cloth hid everything well, along with the dirty napkins that sat upon your laps.
“Wh- what are you doing love?” Harry asked confused, after not hearing a word back from you for his earlier speech.
“Harry I love you, I do, but will you just shut up and fuck my pussy with your fingers already.” You whispered wetly against his ear with your lips. He groaned at the words and tightened his grip around your leg, widening the gap he had to work with.
His hand slid underneath your dress slowly, squeezing the flesh of your thighs in tease, until he got to where your panties were. Or at least where they should be.
“Shit, you’re not wearing any pants?” Harry asked quizzically, pushing his fingers against your glistening pussy and feeling just how ready you were for him.
“Oh fuck!” You muffled out before Harry quickly slapped your slit because you were making too much noise, which only then made you squeal a bit more. He slapped your cunt hard enough the second time for you to get the memo that you needed to be quiet - but fuck was that a challenge. As much as you can be quiet, you just don’t like to be. You like knowing that your moans and whines turn Harry in even more, just as much as you love hearing his.
“Fucking hell, soaked already.” His fingers toyed with the folds of your cunt, feeling how puffy they were between his ringed fingers. “Gotta be quiet for me okay?” Just as he started pushing his delicious fingers inside of you, the waiter turned up at the table with a cheery face and not a bouncing clue what was happening between the two of you.
“Desserts?” He asked politely with his charming smile, but you didn’t see it for too long before having to close your eyes shut at the sudden movement of Harrys fingers. He wasn’t stopping on the waiters behalf, in fact he was more forcefully going for it. He moved his fingers in circles inside of you, thumbing over your clit in the way he knew you desired most. He was insatiable.
Reckless.
“No, just the bill please. Need to take my wife home to take care of some things.” Harry spoke for you both, not understanding why he was being so open with the amount of information he was giving away. But fucking hell you didn’t care because his fingers were providing you pleasures beyond reason.
“Yes Sir. I’ll only be two minutes.” He smiled again before he was gone, taking the menus with him.
“Here that baby?” Harry whispered into your ear, moving his fingers more freely now there was less of an audience, “you’ve got two minutes to cum.”
“Wha—”
Questioning his authority would have to wait, for Harry got to work very quickly and perfectly. His fingers slicked in and out of you so erotically and if it wasn’t for the live music and loud chatter of the room, the sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you would be heard by everyone. His fingers curled to all the right places, touching the most sensitive parts of your walls and hell did it feel blissful.
“I’d say you’ve got about a minute left baby, and I think you can cum for me before then. Can’t you? Or am I not good enough for that kind of release anymore?” Harry taunted you and pressed wet kisses to your ear. You were too lost in euphoric paradise to notice, or even care, whether anyone could see or was watching you both. You were too focused on your husband. Your Harry.
“N-no. I can cum. You’re so good - shit - so g-good.” You stammered out, breathless from the air stolen from your lungs because of this erotic moment. This was so bad behaved of you both that you were starting to get a high off of it.
“Cum for me then baby. Do it. I’ve got you.” He kissed your lips to capture the moan that trailed off your tongue as you reached your high. You felt so high and yet so safe. Harry steadied you as your legs shook and kissed you senseless, to quieten your whines. He admired that you had been so willing for this and he would be lying if he said he didn’t have a raging hard-on right now.
“I love you,” you raced out quickly, “I love you.”
“I love you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips again and withdrew his fingers from your dripping cunt. You picked up a napkin but he quite quickly took it away from you, throwing it to the other side of the table.
“What are you doing?” You whisper shouted, needing to clean yourself up.
“More like what are you doing?”
“Cleaning my mess.” You said frustratedly.
“Leave that to me.” He spoke whilst holding intense eye contact with you, bringing his fingers that were coated in your arousal to his lips and sucking them dry. Every last drop worked its way into his mouth and he salivated at the taste - the smell.
“Harry—”
“The bill Sir.” The waiter interrupted you without knowing. Harry took out his wallet and used his card on the card machine, before signing his name on the cheque as if to affirm that he has paid.
“Thank you.” Harry spoke kindly, completely different to how he was with you all but two minutes ago.
“Thank you Sir, Ma’am. Have a lovely rest of your evening.” And he wad gone again with his smile.
Harry turned to you with the largest grin on his face, “Oh we will.”
••••
“Oli stop eating the leftover lasagne it’s for mums lunch!”
Belle was rushing around trying to chill everything down. The party was so out of control that even Oli and Felix were wasted. Megan was blowing hot and cold with her too, so she had no idea where she stood with them.
People were everywhere. Too many people that it was becoming claustrophobic. Felix was currently playing beer pong with a group of his friends, Heather attached at his hip, whilst Oli was sitting on the kitchen countertop eating cold lasagne. The boy was like chuffing Garfield. Belle was doing her best to keep calm, but as the night progressed it started to become worse and worse as it got harder to control.
As Belle turned to leave the kitchen, her brother clearly not listening to her, she bumped into someone. Kyle. Fucking Kyle. The guy who had obsessed over her to the point where Harry was seriously considering getting a restraining order on him to protect his daughter. He was a straight A creep and Belle hadn’t even realised he’d been invited to this party. Then again, over half of these people had most definitely not been invited.
“Oh hey Isabelle.” He stressed her whole name, knowing how much she hated it. Well, she didn’t hate her name she just hated him saying her name.
“Go away Kyle.”
“But I just got here.”
“And now you can just leave. Party’s ending anyways.” Belle stood her ground, but her hands were shaking from being even remotely close to this guy. He was disgusting to the point where if you were stuck between having to choose between being with him or eating mouldy cheese, you’d eat the cheese on a fucking silver platter.
“Looks quite alive to me.”
“Well i’m shutting it down and you’re going to leave. Now.”
“You need to liven up Belle.” Kyle chuckled through his nose, making him look scary as he towered over Belle, “let me help you.” He leaned forwards to grab her arm but she was quick to push him away.
“No! Leave me alone!” Belle shouted, trying to dodge around him but he was quicker. He grabbed her arm tight and pulled her back to him, chest touching chest. “Get off me Kyle.” Belle squirmed in his hold, which only made Kyle happier - the creep.
“C’mon Bella, live a little.”
“My name’s not Bella and I told you to get the fuck off of me.” Belle pulled back with all her might, whilst kicking him square in the balls - probably hard enough so he’ll never be able to have children - and then drove her knee up to crack his nose - successfully. Damn, that felt good. Heavily badass, actually.
“You fucking psycho!” Kyle held his nose and his balls in pain, straightening himself up as if to launch himself with fury at Belle. Luckily for her the outburst between the pair had caught attention of people - including Oli and Felix.
Oli was quick to step in front of Kyle, Felix just behind him. “You dare lay a fucking finger on my sister and I swear to you you’ll regret it.” Oli threatened, fists curled tight at his sides.
Heather came to hug Belle, comforting as she cried through the after shock of the situation. She’d been so brave and handled herself so well though. “You okay?” She kindly asked.
“Y-yeah.” No.
Everyone was now watching. The music had been muted to the point where you could tell it was playing but you couldn’t tell which song it was. Friends of Oli and Felix were standing close by in case things got messy, which normally only happened between the two brothers and not this way. Doors could be heard opening and shutting as people came in and out from places to watch the debacle occur between the hosts of the party and the unwelcome visitor. Oli and Felix knew they had to be careful though, because one wrong video and it could badly effect their dad’s career. Belle shook in Heathers arms and wished this nightmare of an evening to be over.
“Oh the whore’s not worth it anyways.” Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes as he pointed towards Belle.
“The fuck did you just call my daughter?”
Oh fucking shit balls.
“Dad?” Belle asked warily, seeing his dad stood in the doorway of the front door, her mum standing close behind him with her hand tightly clutched to his. As much as Belle was terrified that her parents had busted them, she also felt safe in their presence.
“Oh and here comes perfect-dad-of-the-year Harry Styles to the rescue.” Kyle teased which made Felix move forward in protest of his words.
“Fix.” Harry sternly called his name, making his son stop and look towards his dad who was shaking his head with a soft smile. Harry walked over towards Belle first, you still clutched tightly to him. “You alright?” He asked sincerely, not looking cross or disappointed at all. Belle nodded quickly and kept her head pressed to Heather’s chest. Harry turned to see his boys, raising his eyebrows to wordlessly ask them the same question to which they nodded too.
Harry dropped your hand, leaving you to stand with your sons, and left your forehead with a kiss before making his way to Kyle. “You okay boys?” You asked again, even though you knew Harry just asked.
“Yeah. Are you mum?” Oli asked, coming to wrap his arm around his mums neck to comfort her. He was so kind and thoughtful, just like his dad.
“Listen up, Kyle.” Harry started, keeping a good distance between him and the boy, “If you ever come near my family again i’m ordering a restraining order. That’s not a threat, it’s a promise. If you break that order you’ll be going to jail. Big league jail too. Again not a threat, a promise. So you’re going to leave my house, this property in its’ entirety and go home to sit in your room and think about whether you would prefer to be in a prison cell instead. Do you understand?”
Okay, you’d be lying if you said his authority didn’t turn you on.
“Y-yeah.” Kyle mumbled pathetically.
“I said do you understand?” Harry repeated again, clearly not satisfied with the answer given.
“Yes Mr Styles.” Kyle said more surely, before scramming from the house, from the party and from the neighbourhood.
“Now everyone out of my house before I call the police.” Everyone knew how that was not an empty threat and dashed out of his house. Some looked at him in awe, because this was probably their once and only chance of being in the presence of the Harry Styles. He sighed as he walked to the kitchen, leaning against the kitchen counter to think.
“Should we—” Belle started to talk but you cut her off.
“No, hunny. Let me go talk to your dad. You lot,” referring to your children and girlfriends who’d kindly stayed behind in support, “can go fetch some bin liners and start cleaning this all up.” You pointed around to the mess that was your house, before walking off to the kitchen.
You looked around at the mess. A broken vase. Litter everywhere. Half-drunken drinks left on the table. Bottle openers you definitely didn’t own before tonight. Trousers? You couldn’t help but giggle at the surrounding sight.
“What’s got you laughing?” Harry asked, still in his fancy shoes and fancy coat, you still in your fancy heels and your fancy coat. Yet, you were both standing in what looks like a garbage dump site. Harry moved his hand away from his face and looked at you with a blank expression.
“You were right!” You laughed.
“Your reaction as if that’s a bloody miracle, love, which kind of an ego crush, but continue.” He rolled his eyes and you rolled yours in response. You clicked your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist, he kept his wrapped around his own obviously still closing himself off.
“Our kids are being reckless and crazy.” You recalled dinners earlier conversation, smiling up at him in admiration.
“I didn’t actually mean it, it was just a quick way to make you feel better.” He groaned in frustration.
“Well gee thanks babe!” You laughed at the whole irony of this situation. “Harry, babe, look at me,” you had to used your hand to turn his cheek to face you, stroking his cheek to calm him, “adulthood - parenthood - doesn’t define the choices we have to make. We do. And our children, apart from that last little bit, seemed like they had the most freeing and most brilliant night yet! Let them be reckless H. Let them make mistakes. Just because this happened doesn’t make us bad parents, and it doesn’t make us bad parents if we decide no punishment—”
“Ha like that’s going to happen!” Harry cut you off and you glared at him to just shut up.
“Just shut up, you oaf. Let the kids live while they’re young.”
“You did not just reference one of my songs.” Harry looked to the ceiling as he smiled widely, before shortly laughing at how cheesy that was. “Oh my god Y/N!”
“What? Was is that bad?”
“Yes, babe. Yeah it really was.” He looked back down at you to see you smiling and he couldn’t help but cup your cheeks and kiss you silly. His perfect lips fit yours and you tasted him until you couldn’t breathe. “I love you.”
“I love you. Now go help clean up.” You ordered him, making him look at you confused.
“What the hell have I done to deserve this?”
“You booked the hotel for next weekend instead of this weekend you div. Now go.” You smacked his backside and he strolled back over to you and pushed you into the counter. You gasped at the sudden motion.
“Do that again and let’s see what happens.” He whispered dangerously against your lips.
“Go clean up and then see what’s waiting in our bedroom.” You bit your lip and tugged Harry’s hand to under your dress, giving him only a slight feel of how wet you were before letting his hand go and walking away.
“Kids, hand me a bloody bin bag. Now!”
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finelinevogue · 3 years
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Okay okay but imagine this! dad Harry falling asleep on his stomach and your son crawling up and laying on his back! Like this is so friking cute!
ok this is a small blurb but i just love this concept so much :(((
Harry was shattered.
It wasn’t even just the kind of exhaustion that your eyes feel heavy, or you just have a headache. No it was a mix of both those and then the added body tiredness that meant he felt like he couldn’t move a muscle. Yet, he couldn’t complain. Not one bit.
It had been a 3 months since you and Harry had brought life into the world. 3 months since baby Oliver had taken his first breathes and 3 months since the happiest day of your lives. Although, you’d beg to differ that every day of your lives were happy. Not a day went by without a smile upon your faces now, which is why Harry couldn’t complain.
Even with the stress of a newborn baby, what with the endless nights of crying and days of nappy changing, you were both so content with life. With him. It didn’t mean you couldn’t be exhausted though. Harry was current proof of that.
He was currently laying face down on your bed, straight as a toy soldier, with his eyes closed and his breathing shallow. He deserved this rest and nap. He was always up with you whenever Oli was restless in the night and he was quick to help with the breastfeeding. He never wanted you to feel alone through any of this, so he did his part and more. He couldn’t be a better dad if he tried. But as much as he deserved this nap and time away from the chaos of having a 3 month old, Oli missed his dad and wouldn’t stop wriggling around to wait impatiently for his dad.
“Alright you, let’s go find daddy yeah?” You rhetorically asked, knowing your son wasn’t going to respond. You picked him up and out of his bassinet and cradled him in your arms, watching his big green eyes look up into yours. His little hands were curled into fists and waving around in excitement. He was getting what he wanted after all.
He giggled at the feeling of you bouncing up the stairs in search of your beloved husband. You instantly found him resting on the bed and you almost felt evil for going to disturb him. Almost. You knew Harry couldn’t be mad at you for blessing him with his son, ever. He would be happy - sleep maybe, but happy:
You walked your way around the bed and sat down on the edge of it, beside Harry. You watched as he blew the king curls of his hair off his face in his gentle sleep. He looked perfect. It was unreal to think he was yours. It was even crazier to think you’d created a child so beautiful and kind with each other. Life wasn’t always kind to you, but you were grateful that this was how it was ending up.
“Okay bubs, gotta be gentle now okay?” You spoke softly, watching as Oli’s eyes went wide with excitement over seeing his dad. His tiny arms started flapping around like crazy and his legs kicked happily underneath him. He was such an excitable child and you were blessed to call him yours.
You placed him carefully on Harry’s back, keeping your arms close next to him in case Harry suddenly jolted in surprise and catapulted Oli across the room. Oli was also very clumsy so it wouldn’t surprise you if he just fell.
Oli used on of his tiny hands to pat Harrys back softly, as if was going to be enough to wake him up. Unexpectedly, it was.
Harry didn’t move quickly, or even at all, once he knew how he was being woken up and by who. He turned his head to the side and gave a sleepy smirk, his eyes only half open in his wakening. He looked delicious, though, and you seriously just wanted to jump and devour him.
“Bloody gremlin you are.” He chuckled with a raspy voice, like the one he normally acquired in a morning. It sent tantalising goosebumps all over your body. Focus Y/N, your child could fall at any moment.
Harry made a point of keeping his eyes locked onto Oli, but Oli hadn’t quite clocked that his dad had woken up just yet so he kept on knocking his fist against Harrys back.
“Oli bubs, look!” Oli turned to you first and then towards where you were pointing to Harry’s woken face. His eyes were slightly puffy from sleep and his hair was an organised mess ontop of his head, but he still won most-handsome-human in your eyes. As soon as Oli spotted his dads familiar face - especially his eyes - he went a little crazy and nearly fell.
“Someone’s excited to see me.” Harry laughed, you lifting Oli up so that Harry could turn over. Oli wiggled like a dancing jelly-bean as you hoisted him into the air, until Harry had bent his legs at his knees and you could place Oli down on Harry’s lower stomach with his back to Harry’s bent legs. “Why isn’t mummy always this excited to see me, huh bud?” Harry grabbed Oli’s fists and started messing around with him.
“I am, it’s just a very different type of excitement.” You rolled your eyes at him, using his knees to prop your head up on to watch the two loves of your lives interact.
“Different how?” Harry teased.
“Well for starters we’re both normally naked.” You bit your bottom lip at the mere thought.
“Show me how that looks again?”
“Not with your 3 month old son sat on your lap, no.” You shot back at his crude remark, slapping his knee in the process.
“Mummy’s such a tease isn’t she?” Harry asked Oli and Oli just giggled in response, not having a clue what was going on.
“If mummy’s such a tease then she’ll just return her new black lingerie.” You threatened him, but you would never actually follow through with your actions - you loved the lingerie too much!
“Mummy will do no such thing. She’ll go put it on right now so daddy can teach her some lessons in respect.” Harry pierced his eyes into yours and you were quick to move both your hands to cover your sons ears.
“You can’t speak like that in front of our son!” You gasped, making sure you weren’t pushing too hard on Oli’s ears - all the while Oli is still laughing and trying to shove Harry’s fingers in his little mouth. Saliva was going everywhere, but Harry didn’t mind one bit - anything to put a smile on his Oli’s face.
“Well then don’t speak like such a brat to me, darling.” You gulped at his words.
“Shut up, otherwise we’re going to end up with another child a lot sooner than we planned.”
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finelinevogue · 3 years
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I love your “little moments” series… I have a weak spot for dad!Harry💕 and I love the relationship between the family’s members 🤗 and I really hope u will continue to update it! And for this series I would like to request Harry doing the 73 questions interview for Vogue and his kids and wife make an appearance (u can choose if the kids are toddlers or teens) and they even answer some questions OR an Howard Stern interview where Harry is asked about his family,maybe the host makes like not so nice-low key shady comments on his wife and on Harry’s daughter coming out story. Ok I’ m done, so sorry ik it’s so long 😅 it’s just I love your series sooo muchhh 🥰🥰 ok I’m done love u have a good day 😘
i’d love to answer this one!! thank you so much for loving my little series💕this one’s for you and for the other request i got which i’m combing with this: “Harry is doing a interview on facetime when his kid crashes the interview.” so pls enjoy and yeah enjoy;
oli - 6, felix - 4, belle - 1
The day had finally arrived for Harry Styles to complete the 73 Questions with Vogue.
It had come to be the promo for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ and his schedule was booked with interview after interview after interview, and it wasn’t ideal for this to all be happening months whilst also having to look after three meddling toddlers, one of whom had only recently turned 1 years old.
The house was chaos. Fun, but chaos. And it was also the setting of this interview.
“Alright you lot, this way.” You shoved your children along to your living room, giving Harry the space he needed with Joe Sabia - the interviewer.
“Thank you love, see you later.” He blew a kiss to you and returned his focus to Joe. This interview was the first of many and it was also a major marketing ploy. These types of interviews were so highly recommended for Harry to be involved in and Jeff had thought it was about time for him to do one.
Joe had arrived around 15 minutes ago, just to
run over the script and remind Harry of the pre-determined questions - which reminded him of the answers that you’d run through with him the night before. Now the cameras were set up, the mic people were all at stand-by and Joe was ready it was time to begin. The children had been so fascinated by all these new people, after not seeing anyone for months due to the coronavirus pandemic, which is why it took a lot of trouble to get them to shuffle away from their beloved dad.
A fake door knock arose.
“Harry Styles hello!”
“Hi!” Harry waved at the camera.
“I’m here to do the Vogue 73 Questions, shall we get to it?”
“Of course! Come in!” Harry welcomed Joe into the house and shut the door behind him, not trusting his little ones to not escape if they were running wild.
“Beautiful house! Is it your only one?”
“No, but it’s my only one in London.” Harry made a point of not exploiting how many houses he did have and where they were. In fact, you still didn’t know about the Island that he was currently investing in just for you. You were a huge conservation activist and so Harry thought you could spend your free time helping the fragile ecosystem on this island.
“Did you design it yourself?”
“Me and my wife built the plans, but we go the experts to finish it all off.”
“What’s your favourite room?”
“Um, probably the living room.”
“Why?”
“So many of my favourite memories have happened in there.”
“Could you give us some?”
Harry could give loads, but they were far too precious for him to just give away. The living room wasn’t even a massive room, it was quite quaint with a couple of sofas, a logwood fire and then rugs and paintings on the walls. It was a home within a home. It was where Felix had taken his first steps. It was where Oli had spoken his first words. It was where Belle had fallen over for the first time and given herself nasty carpet burn. It was where presents were opened at Christmas. It was where you and Harry had made love next to the fire. It was where Felix and Oli had had their first tiny argument. It was where you spent family nights. If your house was a map then that room marked X the spot.
It was treasure. Priceless.
“My favourite would probably be when my wife, Y/N, spilt red wine all over the new white carpet and then proceeded to throw white wine over the stain because she’d read somewhere that it helps to get rid of it.” Harry chuckled at the memory.
“Did it?”
“No, God no. The carpet’s grey now.”
Joe laughed, as did Harry.
“I have to say Harry, you’re looking very fashionable today who are you wearing?”
“Gucci.” He blushed, because he knew that everyone would’e known that without question. He was wearing a lilac silk shirt with his name embroidered on it - but really it was to symbolise your last name not his - with a white wife-beater shirt and white shorts. He looked rich.
“Shouldn’t have asked really? Is your wife as much a Gucci avid fan?”
“She hates anything expensive. I think she still wears the same jeans she was wearing at university!” He knew you’d hit him later for saying that.
“So she’s a hoarder?”
“God yeah. She keeps everything and anything.” Harry laughed in admiration.
“Has she always been?”
“Always. When we went on our first date, her bag was so full that she couldn’t find her purse and she was so embarrassed because she thought I would think she was taking advantage of who I was. Anyways I did end up paying that night, but she had actually, I don’t know how, sent me money for her portion of the bill. From that moment I knew it was going to be her.”
“Do you write songs about her?
“Every day.” He smiled at the thought of the one he’d written just this morning.
“Which one is your favourite about her?”
“I don’t know about favourite, but the one I hold closest to my heart is probably ‘Fine Line’.” Harry stopped there, not wanting to share the intimate details of why and Joe respected that.
“Do your children have a favourite song of yours?”
“They go crazy for Kiwi and Golden. Belle loves Treat People and Oli knows the dance to that one actually.”
“Did you choreograph the dance for TPWK?”
“Partially, but I had help from my friend Paul and Y/N helped too actually.”
Harry and Joe had now made it through the house, weaving in and out of rooms, until they had made it to the Garden. Unfortunately, you’d forgotten to shut the bifold doors to the living room and so as soon as Harry came into focus for your children they immediately ran for him. Oli and Felix could run quite well, but Belle was a lot slower. She was only learning how to walk and so she fell a lot, unless she was being supported by you or Harry. Oli reached his dad first and then Felix, to which Harry knelt down to embrace them in ‘super-dad’ hugs as he liked to call them.
“And who do we have here?” Joe asked.
“Trouble.” Harry replied in jest, but whispered something into his boys ears before backing away.
“Hello i’m Oli.” Oli waved proudly to the camera.
“Hi i’m Fix.” Feliz shied into his dads neck, embarrassed of himself. Harry kissed the back of his head and kept a hold oh him around his back for comfort.
“Fix?” Joe asked at the peculiar name.
“It’s Felix, but he can’t pronounce his own name for some reason so we just call him Fix now. Or Flix. Don’t we buddy?”
“Oh my! I’m so sorry about this!” You ran out in panic, knowing your one job was to keep the kids entertained and away from their dad. At least that was the original plan, but both Harry and Joe like this idea so much more. You were blushing red in embarrassment, picking up a fallen over Belle on your way over to everyone else. “So sorry.”
Belle became restless in your arms, reaching forward for her dad. She whined when she couldn’t quite reach and Harry immediately stood up to take his winging daughter from your arms. As he did, he leant into you and whispered in your ear whilst leaving it a warm kiss behind.
“You’re okay love. Don’t be sorry.”
“Hello Y/N!” Joe spoke.
“Hiya! How are you?”
“I’m great, and you?”
“Peachy.” You laughed, leaning down to collect Felix who was making grabby hands at you. Oli was quite happy standing next to both his parents, one of Harrys hands running through his tiny locks of hair.
“So now we have the family together, how do you feel to all be together?”
You looked to Harry smiled to find him smiling back already at you, knowing you both had a very similar answer. “It feels right. It feels like home.” You answered and Harry nodded in agreement, giving Belle a gentle rock in his arms.
“Are you okay with showing your children’s faces publicly?”
“No we’re not.”
“Looks like we have a hell of a lot of editing to do back at HQ.” Joe laughed, but completely understood the reasoning behind yours two decision. If needed, you could re-film scenes of this interview so that it didn’t include your children. Joe had done his best to keep the camera on you and Harry and luckily the children kept their faces buried in their parents necks anyways. “Is that going to be forever?”
“When they are old enough to decide whether they want to be in the spotlight then we’ll see.” Harry smiled, holding onto Belle tighter because all he wanted to do was keep her protected, and his, forever.
“You two seem like very good parents.” Joe spoke sincerely, and it made you swallow down a sob because it was always really lovely to hear such compliments - knowing you’d struggled with postnatal depression.
“Thank you Joe.” Harry nodded respectfully.
“Okay let’s carry on?”
The interview carried on until Harry had answered so many questions. He redid bits, due the children being too involved and he re-filmed answers to questions he found difficult to answer the first time around. He had such a great experience and was happy with the way that the day turned out.
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finelinevogue · 3 years
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Can you write something about telling Harry your pregnant and his reaction. It can be with the series you already have or it can just by by itself what ever you want
i wanted to do the pregnancy reveal for belle just because i wanted them to already have children! hope this is alright, it’s quite short mind;
oli - 2, felix - 1
Positive. Except not from coronavirus.
Although the only ‘positive’ tests resulted in fatal symptoms for most people nowadays, this ‘positive’ was something completely different. It was the sign of new life - a pregnant life, for you, for the next 9 months.
Since coronavirus had decided to spread its’ course, your family had decided it best to stay inside and be safe. You were a small family of 4, now becoming 5, and the children were only little. There was Oliver, who was amidst his terrible-twos and there was Felix who was just starting to walk. Of course there was your loving husband, Harry, who’d put a hold on all of his work for his family - for the time being. Corona virus was a very serious situation and he wasn’t risking travelling and meeting people for his family. His family and their safety came above anything. Especially now that you were pregnant and so more vulnerable.
“Well fuck.” You whispered to yourself in the bathroom.
You’d suspected that you might’ve been pregnant due to the weird cravings and the fact that your period had been irregular the month before, and had still not come this month. It may also have been a give away with the amount of sex you two had been having over the past few months. All the free time that you had, had not gone to waste. If you weren’t looking after the kids, or weren’t out on your daily walk, you were more than likely at it like high-school-sweethearts in your bedroom. You weren’t planning for another baby, but you definitely weren’t not planning.
Now you were just worried how Harry would take the news.
He was currently outside doing the gardening, his two songs playing in the paddling pool together. Felix didn’t understand anything that was going on, so that left Oliver to boss him around. You stood by the window of your bedroom, looking out at them, thinking of the best way to announce this to him; to them. This was all so short notice and you had nothing prepared and you were desperate to tell Harry today. That left you with only one option, even if it wasn’t as great as the other two pregnancy surprises.
You made a few glasses of water and carried them out on a tray to the garden, placing it on the table before going to see your babies.
“Hello, yes hello!” You laughed as Felix started to splash the water more violently as he saw his mummy walk over towards him.
“Mumma!” Oli laughed too, joining in the splashing with his brother.
“Hi my love.” You kneeled down to stroke his head over his ever-growing brunette locks. They both looked exactly like their dad, what with their piercing green eyes and brown curly hair. It made you wonder whether the third one would be the same - whether it would even be a boy. You’d love to have a girl someday, but another boy would be perfect too. “You playing nicely?”
“Yes. We play fishes.” He answered, his eyes looking from you to behind you where he caught sight of his dad gaining distance. Felix started splashing again and Oli was beaming a bright smile. “Dadda!”
“Hiya buddy!” He knelt down too and splashed them with water just for fun.
“Harry stop it.” You giggled, watching as Fix was disoriented by the sudden splashes of water he was receiving. You leant over to rub the water out of Fix’s eyes and then sat back against your heels.
“Come play.” Oli suggested to you and Harry.
“In a bit, okay?” Harry counter offered and watched as Oli went back to playing ‘fishes’ - whatever the hell that was.
You and Harry watched them both for a little bit before getting up, with a crack of the knees, and walking over to get some water.
“Are you wearing your pregnancy clothes?” Harry asked you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head just because.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
You didn’t have to answer. Instead, you just gave him a look as if to say ‘why-else-would-i-be-wearing-pregnancy-clothes?’ and that was all it took for it to click with him. He nearly choked on his water over the surprise.
“Surprise?”
“No way!”
He pushed his hands through his tussled hair so his forehead was more on display. He was shocked. Frozen. Yet so fucking happy.
“Are you really that surprised? You basically wreck me every night!”
“No fucking way!” He laughed into the shock, clearly over-the-moon with regards to the tears in his eyes and the love bursting from his heart.
“So I take it you’re happy?” You asked, cutting his moment short in nervous anticipation.
“Baby honey, i’m the happiest and proudest man on the planet right now.” He smiled so warmly, you think it lit that bonfire spark inside your heart. The fireworks came soon after, when Harry pushed his lips against yours - desperate to show you how much you and this moment meant to him. His lips captured your love for him and he bounced his right back onto you. The moment was raw and powerful.
He pulled back and looked deep into your eyes, treasuring your every blink.
“What?” You shyly asked, blushing as he kept his eyes focused on yours.
“Just love you so much. Best mum, I swear it. You’re so strong and beautiful.”
His words brought tears to your eyes and he kissed them as a few trickled down your cheeks. He was kissing away any sadness or sorrow, and replacing it with something much more happy and warm.
“Baby number three then, hey?” You chuckled, not believing yourself as the words stumbled from your mouth.
“Fuck yeah.” He laughed, sealing his lips onto yours for another moment - a moment that was broken with the crying and screaming of children; your children.
“Sure we’re going to cope?” You sighed nervously, knowing how hard two children had been and now you were adding another to your little clan.
“Definitely.”
“How?”
“Together.”
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