#meetmygift2020

[meetmymouth]

you’re always my christmas

Merry Christmas everybody, here’s my entry for my secret santa!! Thanks everyone for participating, this has been lots of fun!! You’re all legends!! Please don’t forget to use the tag #MEETMYGIFT2020 when you’re posting your gift so I can track them all <3

It’s going to be a different Christmas this year, Harry can hear Y/N say in his head and it’s true, it’s so true that it hurts Harry. It hurts, not because he won’t be able to see and spend Christmas with his extended family like he does every Christmas, but because their one year old Robin won’t get to experience Christmas The Styles Way. It was going to be his first proper Christmas considering Y/N was still pregnant with Ro and he arrived a day after Harry’s birthday which he always referred to as the best birthday present anyone could ever ask for. When he was born, he was so pink and puffy, and Harry remembers sobbing into his hands as soon as he laid eyes on tiny Ro because how could he love him this much despite having met him only a few minutes ago?

With Covid in its full force, Harry remembers feeling scared but never this scared because just like everyone, he’d thought it would go away. He remembers spending every minute, every hour with Ro, playing with him –as much as you can with a newborn baby–, helping with feeds, burping him, and changing nappies. He’s been taking a break from music just so he could focus on his family and he thinks it was one of the best decisions he’s made in a long, long time. It’d been amazing, life changing, seeing Ro grow and now that he was at the age where he could babble a few words, it’d been brilliant hearing him say the same word over and over again whenever he was in a good mood.

Laying in bed, eyes still closed, Harry proceeds to cuddle into Y/N’s pillow a little more, just so he can devour the last bit of warmth and the distinct, comforting smell of her before he has to wake up. He lets out a satisfied hum when he finds that particularly warm, comfortable position but he’s quickly distracted by the floorboards creaking, indicating someone’s just walked in the room. It’s Y/N, of course it’s her since Ro can’t walk properly yet, and at the weight of something being placed on his back, he lets out a confused hum, trying to crain his head so he can see what’s going on.

There’s Ro, Y/N holding him by his tiny armpits, placed on Harry’s back as he keeps looking at Harry’s naked skin, his little hands dampened with saliva slapping against his back as if he’s trying to make sense of what’s under him. At the sight of his baby, there appears a beaming smile on his sleepy face and he quickly tries to turn his body, pouting when Y/N takes Ro back into her arms and places him on her hip.

“Morning, sunshine,” she smiles, swaying with Ro in her arms but despite both Harry and Y/N’s smile, Ro remains neutral, lips turned downwards in a pout as if he’s cross with his parents.

“Morning, love,” he mumbles, voice deep and gruff, “Give him here, I want a cuddle.”

“It’s nearly 10 and it’s Christmas so you better get up, we need to open the pressies.”

“There’s a pandemic going on, time does not exist, my love.”

“Oh don’t be silly, get your arse up.”

She presses a gentle kiss on Ro’s forehead but he’s quick to decline it, tiny hands going up to Y/N’s cheeks to stop her with a pout. “No,” he mutters curtly and Harry lets out a snort, earning a glare from her.

“All right, Ro, let’s go downstairs and wait for daddy to get dressed.”

“Why do I have to get dressed!” He shouts behind her just as she leaves the room but she doesn’t answer. “Bloody hell, Y/N you and your Christmas traditions,” Harry mumbles under his breath as he throws the duvet off of him, and walks towards their wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear.

Once downstairs, he finds Ro in his high chair, chewing on some strawberries while he plays with the rest in his bowl, picking up a few and letting them fall from his fingers every once in a while. Harry smiles, walking towards him and he leans forward for a kiss or two despite Ro’s dirty hands going up to his cheeks to resist just like he did to Y/N only a moment ago.

“All right, darling, no kisses then,” he turns to Y/N as she comes behind him with his tea in hand, and he reaches for a quick kiss, humming into the kiss as she gives him a final kiss on his temple. “Merry Christmas,” Harry smiles at her as she carefully places his tea on the kitchen island.

“Merry Christmas, H. Sorry we woke you up. He asked for you as soon as he woke up but he’s not letting his guard down this morning. Think he knows we’re on our own this Christmas,” she chuckles and kisses the top of Ro’s head.

“Don’t say that. I’m grateful to be able to spend Christmas with you guys. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Hey, Ro,” he walks closer to Ro and he smiles when he looks up, attention now on Harry as he says his name. “Merry Christmas lovebug, can daddy have a kiss? Hm? Kissy?”

“No.”

“Too bad, c’mere,” he presses a kiss to his forehead and smiles at the warmth, pulling away but not before he ruffles his hair.

They sit and eat in silence, slurping sounds and their cutlery filling the cosy kitchen and sometimes Ro’s little hums as he eats, and Harry thinks he wouldn't want to be anywhere but here. He watches Y/N, dressed in a silk shirt and her favourite jeans, and his eyes fall to her fingers, and his heart feels heavy at the sight of her bare fingers. He knows what to do, he knows when to do it and the thought of getting on one knee in front of her with a beautiful wedding ring makes his heart fill with joy all of a sudden, and he just stares at her fingers while she cuts her tomatoes in half, then puts down the knife like she always does, and slowly brings the tomato up to her mouth. He then looks at Ro, chewing on his own food, one hand on one of his toys that’s placed in front of him, and Harry thinks it’s the most beautiful sight in the world, his little family eating in silence.

“Did you call your mum?” He asks, his hand going to cover his mouth as he chews. He takes another piece of toast and dips it into his egg.

Y/N nods. “I did earlier. She says hi, sends hugs. Wanted to FaceTime Ro but he wasn’t up for it.”

“Why are you so grumpy this morning, hm?” Harry turns to his boy, chuckling at the little smile he’s giving him for the first time that morning. “There’s my boy. Merry Christmas, baby. Yes, it’s Christmas,” he nods when Ro does, and watches as he brings another piece of bread up to his mouth, pressing it in with his tiny palms.

“No. No, no, no! No.”

“Yes, Robin, it’s Christmas lovey. Gimme your hand, let me have a kissy. Kiss?” Harry reaches for Ro’s tiny hand, now in a fist as Y/N watches with a smile. “Kiss?” He asks again to which Ro extends his arm towards Harry’s mouth.

“Daddy go!” Ro shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes and Y/N reaches to brush them away from his tiny forehead.

“Daddy’s home, sweetheart. Daddy’s not going to go.”

“Dad-dy!”

“Yes, bug.”

“Daddy! Go. Go, go. Daddy,” Ro extends the ‘y’,  a whine leaving his mouth and they both giggle as Harry reaches to caress his warm cheek.

“No, Ro. Daddy’s home, darling.”

“Oh my gosh, Ro, look! It’s a ball! A pink ball,” Y/N exclaims, voice shrill as Ro sways back and forth in her lap, clearly wanting to get down to explore the presents himself. “This is from Postman Dan,” she reads the card and turns to Harry who’s inspecting the various presents all wrapped nicely with colourful wrapping paper under the tree. “We gave him his card, right?” She asks to which Harry nods.

He reaches for another small one and extends his arm so that Ro can have a look. “Look, Ro, this is also for you. Wanna open it?”

Ro inspects the present, wrapped in a yellow wrapping paper with tiny hearts on it, and he reaches to touch the pink bow on it. “No.”

“Oh my god, he’s not feeling Christmas, is he.”

“Clearly not. I don’t blame him,” Y/N laughs and presses a kiss to the back of Ro’s head.

They open that one as well, Ro cooing when the present turns out to be a pair of Adidas trainers, and Harry lets him take the shoes out of the box to touch them and then all of a sudden, he throws it in the direction of the tree, making the both of them share a laugh.

“Good, he loves that one… what’s this,” Harry mumbles when he sees a thin, long one wrapped in what looks like the wrapping paper they had purchased a few weeks ago so he knows it’s from Y/N.

He looks up at her and finds her watching him with careful eyes, almost hesitant and nervous, so he tilts his head, eyebrows raised, and shakes the present, pursing his lips when something inside makes a rattling noise.

“What’s this then, hm?”

She looks at the presents in front of them, clearly trying to decide what to say, but she then turns back to him, bottom lip trapped between her teeth and Harry can feel his heart starting to beat faster for some reason.

“Babe, what’s going on,” he chuckles and reaches for her hand, “This for me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay… can I open it?”

She sighs then clears her throat. “Yes. Go for it.”

Harry begins tearing the wrapping paper and there appears a black box, one similar to the ones that come with a watch, but he knows it’s not since whatever is inside the box is much too light to be a watch. He lifts the lid and feels his heart beat so fast he thinks it’s going to stop any minute now. His throat becomes tighter, as if something’s stuck in there and he can’t even swallow, and he feels his eyes starting to tear up at the sight of what’s inside the mysterious box. He clears his throat once, twice, thrice, and finally looks up to see her watching him with careful eyes, Ro still in her lap playing with her fingers, and he feels like he’s forgotten how to form a sentence. How to speak, how to open his mouth. He can’t even blink, nor take a breath, everything’s slowed down, and he takes another look at the object inside the box.

“Harry?” She whispers, clearly worried by his silence.

“Is this… oh my God. Are you– is this– I’m going to be a dad again?”

“Yes… are you… are you happy?”

Harry’s eyes widen at her question, a tear rolling down his eye as she keeps watching him.

“Are you kidding me? I’m… so bloody happy oh my God. Baby,” he whispers, and places the box on the floor gently before he reaches for her, hugging her as much as he can with Ro squished between them. “I love you so much. I love you and Ro so much, you’re amazing, God, you’re so so amazing. We’re having another baby.”

“We are, baby.”

“God… I’m– this is amazing. God, I’m still in shock– I’m speechless. Best Christmas present ever. I love you, come here, you sweet thing,” he presses their lips together and they share a kiss, but it doesn’t last long as Ro puts his hands between them, pinching their noses before he slaps Harry’s neck.

Harry thinks this is it. This is Christmas. This is everything.

[nationalharryleague]

In the Long Green Grass

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: the fluffiest fluff with husband!harry  

Word count: 2K

A/N: Hi everyone!! Merry Christmas to all that celebrate!! this is my Secret Santa (run and organized by the lovely lu (@meetmymouth​) gift to the sweetest angel who walks among us miss hasibi (@peachybloomss​)!!! I hope you enjoy it my love!!! More of my writing can be found in my masterlist and I would love to hear what everyone thinks in my ask! Thank you so much for reading!! 

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You were stirred by the sounds of the waves crashing against the cliff outside the home as the early morning sun streamed in through the windows. A small huf and whine left your lips, always one to ask for just five more minutes in bed, before you climbed from underneath the warm plush blankets and your toes hit the icy and worn wood floors beneath you.

The buttery yellow sunlight thwarted your plans to fight yourself back to sleep for those last few moments, prompting you to reach out your arms in a longing stretch. You released a light and sleepy hum of surprise when your arm hit a tiny furry body, and not the arm of the man who loved to sleep late in the bed beside you. Peeping one eye open, you made eye contact with Piper, Harry’s small jet black cat with glowing green eyes who was laying next to you, curled up on sheets that still held the indent of his body in them.

Piper wore a face of annoyance, obviously blaming you for interrupting her precious beauty sleep, and her eyes followed your body as you forced yourself out of the bed with one goal: find Harry.

Harry had a habit of disappearing, especially in a new place where there was just so much to explore. He was a wanderer (and an aquarius); always on the move, carried along by a thought or idea he just couldn’t resist. It was hard for him to sit still, a trait he probably picked up after tour after tour after tour, never allowing himself the luxury of rest or relaxation after it was never allowed to him. That was why you had insisted he needed time away from the city, finding a perfect spot in a small cottage that sat on the edge of a cliff along the ocean with a back garden full of sweet smelling flowers and tall cushony grass.

You tiptoed carefully down the spiral staircase that lovingly let out groans underfoot, still rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, into a kitchen that looked straight out of a fairytale. It was small with moss green cabinets and large bay windows that filled the space with light that kept the seemingly hundreds of plants in the house happy and thriving. A cool ocean breeze came in through the open windows of the small breakfast nook, bringing along the scent of a fresh pot of coffee that sat on the butcher block countertops like it had been waiting for you to wake all along. While you felt a jump of excitement within you for the coffee, it still hadn’t been what (or who) you were looking for, even though you were very glad you found it.

A sweet cup of coffee was thoughtfully prepared in a tea cup you had found in the cabinet with small wisteria flowers painted around it’s rim. You knew Harry would poke fun at your cup choice if he were there. “Tea cups are for tea,” you could hear him say, perking up the edges of your mouth into a gentle smile as you sipped it carefully. But the flowers reminded you of the beautiful wisteria tree that flowed in the wind and scattered it’s petals all over the back garden; you just couldn’t pass it up.

It took you quite a while to find him, even with the new found caffeinated energy running through your system. You had run into the two other cats at the house, both rather chubby tabbys named Jack and Gus, that called this back garden home on your search and you obviously had to say good morning. The two rubbed themselves up against your legs, begging for a scratch behind the ear and a bit of attention, and you obliged. Who were you to deny them of it?

The garden the cats got to call home was a dream. It was filled with every variety of colorful flower imaginable and blanketed in a sweet air that always hovered over the space. Your favorites were the small peachy blooms that smelled of sugary perfume. A stone fence ran the perimeter of the yard, a white picket fence in the middle opening to a swath of overgrown grass that swayed in the wind on a hill. If you squinted, you could see the house of the couple you were renting the cottage from, but they were far enough away it felt like you were the only people around for miles.

When you spotted a Harry-shaped hole in the tall grass up the hill, you had a sneaking suspicion you had found your missing husband.

The tall grass squished beneath your feet as you climbed the hill, creating a soft padding below, and the long blades tickled against your bare legs as you made your way towards him, still only dressed in one of his perfectly worn t-shirts from the night before.

“There you are,” you hummed happily when you reached him, standing above him as he layed in the grass. “I thought that I lost you.”

He looked like a renaissance painting as he laid in the grass that was dotted with small pink and purple wildflowers. His curls had gotten a little longer during his much needed break and they splayed out around his head in delicate ringlets like a halo. The light from the still rising sun bounced off his slightly dewy skin, giving him a glow that lit him up even more than usual. Stubble danced across his cheeks and jaw, framing his perfectly pink lips that held a gentle smile as he looked up at you from the ground. And his eyes squinted slightly, shielding his pupils from the ever growing brightness of the sky, creating delicate little wrinkles around his sea glass green eyes that looked so vibrant in the light.

A worn book that you hadn’t seen before, bound in dark green leather with gold detailing, sat on his chest; Poems for Lovers: A Collection was embossed delicately across the cover.

“You’ll never lose me,” he mumbled up at you, a gravel in his voice like it was the first time he had used it that day. You had been married for almost two years and had been together for five, but your cheeks never failed to redden when he spoke sweet nothings like that. “Good morning, angel,” he said softly, reaching his hand up for yours.

You moved to place your hand in his, but ended up only linking your pinkies together in the process; a light tug from the man below you signaled for you to join him on the ground. You couldn’t resist, sitting yourself down with your legs crossed in front of you on the slightly damp ground next to him, pinkies still locked together.

“Morning,” you greeted. “I missed you in bed. Piper isn’t much of a cuddler,” you chuckled while absentmindedly playing with his fingers, twirling his wedding band.

“She’s not very nice, is she?” he smiled, opening his eyes fully to meet yours as you strategically moved your body to block his delicate eyes from the sun. “I’m sorry my cat’s a bitch,” he joked. “She still thinks she’s my number one girl.”

“I tell her I’m sorry that I stole her spot in bed all the time, she never listens. Won’t even have a civil chat with me about it,” you teased sarcastically.

Harry let out an enthusiastic giggle at your words; it was high pitched, and came from his belly in loud bursts of air. His cheeks scrunched up and forced his eyes closed because he was smiling so wide, crinkling the corners of his eyes once again. His laughter was infectious and you couldn’t help but join in.

You two must have looked insane, sitting in the grass in a field in the middle of nowhere just after dawn, laughing like idiots. But you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Well, a few more hours of sleep wouldn’t have hurt.

As your gigges died down, you turned your attention to the book resting on his chest. “You ditched me in bed for a book?” you teased, letting the remaining laughter escape your body.

“I couldn’t sleep and I found it on one of the bookshelves. I thought it would be nice to read in the grass and watch the sun come up.”

“You should have woken me up. I could have thought of a few things we could have done to tire you out.” A smirk played on your lips as you tapped your chin, pretending to think, as you watched his eyes grow in amusement from your innuendo.

“You looked too peaceful sleeping. Also, drool and bedhead don’t really turn me on if I’m being honest.” It was your turn to react to his teasing.

Your jaw dropped in feigned offence and your finger flew over your shoulder to point back at the cottage. “I can go back if you’d like your privacy,” you said incredulously and with dramatics, until a few chuckles broke through and your resolve softened once again.

“Oh no no no,” he spoke with a grin, “come here,” moving the book and tapping his chest for you to rest your head on. You turned yourself around to lay yourself on the ground, placing your head on his chest and listening to his steady and calming heartbeat.

“How are your poems?” you asked, referencing the book he was now holding in his hands.

“They are very good. I’m glad I found it.” His voice reverberated under your head as he spoke, and you rose and fell softly with his breath.

“Read me your favorite.”

“Okay,” he began, thumbing through the pages as he held the book above both your heads. You listened as he let out a small “ah, here it is,” before he dramatically cleared his throat. “You might remember me talking about this one already, but I love it.”

You knew he loved it before he even began reading anything. He loved his poetry, especially when they were about love. Harry was a hopeless romantic at heart, often saying to you and interviewers “I just love love.” He loved falling in love with you and becoming a team, just as much as you did with him.

“It’s called The Wait,” he spoke gently, his voice taking on a deeper and more enunciated quality. You recognized the poem immediately, as it was the one referenced on his pants for the Vogue cover shoot. He had dedicated it to you then, and was doing it again now in the grass. “It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet of kisses off her mouth and put them into a dawn-colored vase in my heart,” he began. He spoke slowly and smoothly with the consistency and sweetness of honey. “But the wait was worth it,” he continued. “Because I was in love.”

You couldn’t help but think of your own story as he read. He had chased after you for years, with you always insisting that he was your best friend and you were afraid to ruin that. But gradually, your best friend became your lover, and your lover became your husband.

“I like that one a lot too.” You spoke softly and with reflection. “It reminds me of us.”

“That’s why it’s my favorite.”

You two layed in the grass for hours, not a care in the world, as he read from the book. Every poem took you two on a journey into a love story, one that for the two of you only existed on the page, but told of a very real love that couldn’t have been dishonestly written.

But with how you felt in the moment, with the joy and loving warmth you felt in your belly, you were sure you could write a million poems about the love you had with him.

Thank you so much for reading!! Reblogs/feedback mean the world!!! 

[harryhandstan]

apricity

(n.) the warmth of sun in winter

this is my gift for miss clara (@harryandhockey​) for @meetmymouth‘s holiday gift exchange! clara bub I hope you enjoy this and have a lovely day today filled with lots of wonderful things ❤ also huge thank you to @tbslenthusiast, @bfharry, @meetmymouth, and @sunflowers-styles for being my amazing beta readers and helping me to make this a lovely gift for clara. I appreciate you all so much!

It’s Harry’s kisses that wake you, feather light against your skin at first, starting with your forehead and working his way down. Lips pressed to each of your eyelids, your nose, your mouth, the edge of your jaw, and your neck. You stir awake just when they venture further down across your chest and then down to dip in between the valley of your breasts. You keep your eyes closed and try to delicately push him away, silently begging for more sleep.

“Wake up, angel.” 

He traps your hand in his, stops it from making contact with his face, kissing across the back of it.

“Harry…s’still dark out.” You whine, voice still heavy with sleep.

“Not for long, c’mon. Made y’some tea, s’gunna get cold.” 

“I’m gonna be cold if I get up.” 

“M’not gonna let that happen. Promise.”

You attempt to burrow back under the warmth of the covers, hands reaching to tug the front of his shirt to lure him back to his usual spot next to you. He’s being impossibly stubborn this morning, pulling himself just far enough out of reach so that only your fingertips brush over his chest. You know by the sound of his voice when he speaks again that he’s already off the bed and you groan at what you know is coming next.

“C’mon, lovie. Want you t’watch the sunrise with me.” He’s gently unraveling the blanket from your grip, standing over you on your side of the bed.

This isn’t the first time he’s nudged you out of bed this early, and knowing him it certainly won’t be the last. You know if you truly wanted to stay in bed, he would let you, leave you alone and drink the tea himself so as not to waste it. 

“Can’t we just..watch from the window in here?” You bring one arm up to cover your eyes now that he’s pulled the blanket away. Even though there’s no light streaming through the curtains yet, you don’t want to catch that bright, pleading glint in his eyes. You couldn’t resist him no matter how hard you tried, a fact you currently hated he was aware of.

“View’s better from the big living room window, you know that. Told me so y’self at least a dozen times before.”

Right. Not only was he charming, he had a collection of anything you’d ever said stored away to use against you at opportune times like this. You had a weakness for very few things; the sky and the man standing over you now being two of the objects you held the most adoration for. 

“Fine,” You toss the covers off, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, trying your best to summon your most annoyed look to send his way, “I’m up.”

“Hey,” He pokes your cheek where your dimple would be if you didn’t still have that adorably disgruntled expression painted across your face, “Mornin’, grump.”

“Mornin’.” You return, blinking rapidly to try to clear your eyes. 

His thumb works over your bottom lip, pulling it back just enough that it makes a slight “pop” when it returns back to its proper place. That earns him half a smile from you. To him, it was a triumph, and he retaliates with one of his own. His is full, stretching his lips wide and upwards with his dimples shining down at you.

That’s all it takes to have the majority of your irritation fading away. By the time you’re on the couch facing the window, tucked away under a fluffy blanket he’s just pulled from the dryer and a warm mug of tea in your hand, you’ve all but forgotten why your brain would even dare to crave more sleep. Why would it when it could wake up to something, someone as perfect and loving as the person snuggled next to you now?

Despite the warmth surrounding you, a shiver rolls over your body. His arms open almost as if on reflex to wrap you in. He takes the mostly empty cup of tea from your hands to place it on the coffee table in front of where the two of you sit, gently guides you to rest your head on his chest, tucked under his chin like you were created to be his and fit so perfectly there. These two simple acts of love had a warmth radiating through you like you’d never felt with anyone else. You’re certain even if you tossed away the blanket this feeling surrounding you now would continue to keep you warm. 

You tilt your head up slightly to place a single kiss to his jaw, and he returns the act of affection by pressing one to the top of your hair, staying there for a minute longer to inhale the sweet scent of you. His better half, his love, half of his heart existing outside of his body. You can’t help but release a deep, long sigh from your mouth, a mixture of relaxation, comfort, and overwhelming love washing over you. 

Harry knows exactly what to expect once he feels you relax against him, knows it won’t be long now before your eyes are slipping closed again and your mouth is dropping open with soft snores against his skin. He rubs one large palm up and down your back a few times before moving to your arm and repeating the same motion there to lull you further into bliss. 

He doesn’t even mind that you sleep through the actual rising of the sun, he just craves the weight of you on his chest and your heart beating against his own. It’s enough for him to observe two of his favorite sights in the same moment; the sky slowly preparing itself for the day ahead and you, hand now clutching loosely to a handful of the fabric of his hoodie. 

Disturbing you is the last thing he would ever want to do, but he would never forgive himself if you woke up later with any complaints from the awkward angle he had allowed you to sleep in for too long. Your pillow was better suited to support your head and he tenderly begins to wake you again, this time with the intention to guide you back to where he pulled you from an hour before.

He’s quick to get the covers tucked back around you so as not to lose any more warmth than you may have on your short walk back to your shared bed. This time he doesn’t pull away when you reach to tug him closer, he’s happy to be lured back to the warmth of the comfort of your body sleeping peacefully next to him.

Just before his own eyes drift shut, he catches a glimpse of your face in the sunlight shining through the curtains, decides that you were wrong; the view is much better from here. 

[meetmymouth]

🎄 MEETMYMOUTH’S HOLIDAY GIFT EXCHANGE! 🎄

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[meetmymouth]

so so excited for our secret santa!! this is just a reminder that you do not have to post your gift on 25 december if it’s still not finished you can start posting from 25 december until the 28th!! don’t forget to tag me as well as using the tag MEETMYGIFT2020 so i can track all of em!! x