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》 Cara

》 24 Jahre

》 single

》 Dämonin

》 Mutter von 3 Jungs ♡ D , D & D

》 Wohnt in Harpers Ferry, West Virginia

》 Tochter von Logen Turner & Valery A. Brighton

- Iᰋ ꯵ຣ ᰀ꯵ᰋʜᰀʀ ᰀᴀຣᥐ ๑ʀ ꯵ᴍρ๑ຣຣ꯵ʙⳗᰀ. -

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𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑛 𝑠𝑜𝑤𝑜ℎ𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑣𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑏𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠ä𝑡𝑧𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑛𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑛 – 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑡. 𝐻𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑖ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑖𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑒𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑙𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑡, 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑓üℎ𝑙𝑡. 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑎 𝑙ä𝑠𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑛𝑢𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒ℎ𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ, 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑛 𝑛ö𝑡𝑖𝑔, 𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑛. 𝐺𝑙𝑒𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑧𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑔 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑒ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝑒𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑖ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑢𝑠𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎ℎ𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑜 𝑖ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑧𝑢 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑓ü𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑧𝑢𝑛𝑒ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚.

ＩＮＦＯ: - 𝐼𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑛 𝑓ü𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒𝑠. ▪︎ 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑘𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑡 𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑔𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑚𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑐ℎ𝑠𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑔 ... 𝑠𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑧𝑖𝑒ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐵𝑎𝑛𝑛. 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑇𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑤ü𝑛𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑑, 𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑛 𝑧𝑢 𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑚 𝐴𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑔/𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑤ü𝑛𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑑: → 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑐ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑛 ♡

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watermelonsugacry · 1 year ago

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harry's 30th birthday blurb with 1d!yn?! 👀

Birthday Surprises

SUMMARY: Harry celebrates his 19th and 30th birthday with the person he loves.

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn, married!ynrry

Since 2010 masterlist

Not to sound ungrateful, but Harry thinks that this was one of the worst birthday celebrations that he's ever had.

Tonight, he just wanted to spend his last year being a teenager having fun with friends—not be completely embarrassed and uncomfortable being strip teased and danced on by strippers.

Not to mention that afterwards, One Direction’s management team had booked him to do a relationship stunt for the night. So as he walked out of the club and into his security team’s Range Rover, a tall, blonde model was by his side. As bad as it sounded, he couldn’t remember the girl’s name for the life of him.

Nothing was going to happen with her anyways. All they had to do was a couple of paparazzi pictures of them together before they’re driven off into the night. The driver would discreetly drop her off at her own hotel before escorting Harry back to his.

So there's not an ounce of uncertainty that when Harry comes out of the elevator, he's absolutely tired and wants nothing more than to be left alone.

He waves his card key in front of the lock and once he hears the little "beep" sound, he pushes the heavy door open.

His irritation and tiredness might have just peaked over its breaking point when he begins to hear rustling from inside. He’s already extremely worn out that he doesn’t even want to put in the effort into putting on a nice face to whoever’s inside his hotel room. But the smile that appears on his face is effortless when he sees YN flicking the wheel of the lighter over some birthday candles sticking out of a chocolate cake.

“Fucking fuck—oh, surprise!” She hops, extending her arms out beside her in what she hopes to look like a grand gesture.

“What’s going on?”

“We’re celebrating your birthday.”

Anyone a mile away can tell how uncomfortable he was during the whole stripper fiasco. It sucked to have to stand off to the side, a faux smile on her face to see her bandmate in that type of situation. As much as she wanted to stay with him for the other “fun” festivities the night had to offer, she knew that she couldn’t let his birthday end the way it was heading. So she took the chance to leave the club a bit early and hoped that he would be up for one more celebratory, late night hang out.

“But, but it’s already past midnight,” He blinks, still a little dumbfounded at the kind surprise before him.

"Oh come on, we only have—err—three, ah! Two more minutes until your birthday is officially over." YN pulls Harry over to the small dining table and sits him down in front of his freshly lit cake. It's then that he notices the shaky lettering on the cake that reads, “Happy Birthday Harry!” Letting him know that she went more out of her way for him than she initially let on.

She comically clears her throat before beautifully yet quickly singing the infamous Happy Birthday song. The song isn't being yelled at to him by a big group of people, and the room isn't jam-packed with people he doesn't know. When he leans over to blow out his candles, he isn't fearful of hands going to the back of his head to stuff his face into the cake.

He doesn’t think twice about wrapping her up in his arms. He squeezes the tops of her shoulders tightly and she nestles into his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of her head, “Thank you.”

The sentiment doesn't, can't go by unnoticed, but it doesn't seem totally out of the norm. This is Harry. A sweet and affectionate person whose love language is undoubtedly physical touch. If anything, it'd be YN feeling the one out of place in this situation. And maybe it was a change of heart towards her anti-touchy feelings or maybe it was because of his birthday. Either way, he's grateful for the way she's letting him hold her. If it were anyone else, she definitely wouldn't wrap her arms around his torso, humming at the warmth he brings.

"Well the night doesn’t have end here,” YN blinks up at him. As if they both realize their close proximity, they slowly pull away to give each other some space. “If you're still up for it and not too tuckered out, I rented that one stupid rom com you like. The one with the guy standing outside with the signs."

"Love Actually? I thought you didn't like that movie."

"Well to be fair, I actually have never seen it. But it’s your birthday and this is sort of part of my gift to you. You know, if you even wanna see it. If not, I can just fuck off and you can sleep because I know you probably had a pretty eventful day—”

She’s rambling. YN’s rambling—a quality she was never prone to particularly show, but it’s cute. He thinks she’s cute.

��YN,” He chuckles, effectively cutting her off. “I’m down to watch it.”

“Really? Okay, cool. Because I already have the film on queue in the room so that would have been real fooking embarrassing.” Annnd she’s back.

He watches with curious eyes as she carefully slides the heavy cake plate onto her hands.

She throws a nod towards the kitchenette, “Mind grabbing the forks.”

As much as Harry tries to resist it, he can’t seem to wipe the smile off his face. He quickly grabs the two utensils before following behind her to the open bedroom. YN quite literally steps onto the foot of the bed before carefully sitting down, balancing the cake in her hands.

He sits down next to her, handing her the fork just as she begins the movie. They both dig their forks into the middle of the cake, taking out a chunk.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” She says, clicking the ends of their forks together. She happily hums at the delicious dessert but it quickly turns into a groan at the opening aong of the movie. “Ah not this stupid song again. I felt like this was all i was hearing just the other month.”

He’d be lying if he said he was watching more of the movie than her. His cheeks hurt from chuckling at her witty commentary and he tries not to make a big deal about the way she actually started to get into the film. So as he eats cake and spends the rest of the night with his best friend, he thinks that this might be the best birthday he’s had in a long time.

• 11 years later ●

YN stumbles through the front door as Harry cradles her in his arms, his mouth feverishly pressed to hers. They smile through their kisses, and he hums as she runs her finger through his growing curls. Harry kicks the door of their shared home behind him and blindly tosses the keys haphazardly in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Okay, okay,” YN pushes against his shoulders, finally getting a breath in, the pair still walking further into their home without separating. “So I know you said you didn't want any more presents—”

“Baby,” the grown man playfully whines. “You've already given me everything.” In all sincerity, she really has in his eyes. He’s been in love with the woman before him since they were sixteen. He wanted to be with her since their time in the band, through the making of their solo albums and everything in between. Even though it’s been a little over a year now, it still brings an explainable peace and warmth to his heart that she’s now his wife; not his friend with benefits, secret lovers, or merely a couple, but married.

And today couldn't have gone better. YN had the whole day planned. They started the day with lazy morning sex that turned into breakfast in bed. They spent the afternoon down by a secluded beach, having an impromptu dip in the water just before eating the lunch she packed for them. Then, after a plane ride to their private villa in Italy, they've just got back from having a beautiful dinner at his favorite restaurant.

“There's nothing more I could possibly want. Ooo, unless you're hiding some sexy lingerie under this fine ass dress you got here.” He says into her the crook of her neck, already sponging kisses onto her skin.

YN lets out a laugh, especially as his fingers begin to bunch up her silk dress. “No! Well, not no but—”

“So you do,” Harry says with excitement, the creases in his eyes appear when he hears her laughter.

“Just hang on a sec. Your present is upstairs.”

“So I get to unwrap my last birthday present in the bedroom,” He teases her further. Her husband relishes in the way she lets out a girly squeal when he dips down and effortlessly lifts her over his shoulder to bring them into the master bedroom.

“Wait, wait,” She pushes as Harry plops them down on the bed, already trapping her underneath him. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a sec.”

Once she's managed to wiggle herself free (with great effort, no thanks to Harry) she scurries off to the connected bathroom.

He sits himself down on the bed, undoing the cuffs of his button up before rolling up his sleeves, preparing himself to see if wife in lacy undergarments that are only begging to be taken off by his teeth. Or torn off. Either one would work.

“H, close your eyes.” YN says from behind the door. “I mean it, no peeking.”

“Alright, alright.” He complies, already feeling a childlike sense of giddy anticipation.

“Are they closed?”

“Yeah.”

“...are you sure?”

“Yes! For fuck sake’s woman. Being so mean on my birthday,” he laughs.

He feels the bed dip next to him before a kiss is pressed to his lips. Before he can bring his hands to her jaw to deepen the sweet kiss, he feels something being placed in his hands.

“Okay, open them,” she says against his lips.

He pulls back and sees a red box tied with a bow on top.

“Lovie, you really shouldn't have.”

“Last one, I promise.”

Just to tease her, he brings the small box next to his head and shakes it slightly to hear the contents rattle inside.

YN makes a strategic move by placing one of her hands behind him so her thumb can twist at her rings, knowing that that's her dead giveaway for her nerves.

When he opens the lid, it's only then his face gets serious—lips slightly parted with soft eyes. On top of the pile of confetti lies a pregnancy test. The small, red plus line stares back at him clear as day.

“YN?” When he looks to his love, she begins to hold back her tears at the sight of his watery eyes and pink nose. “Is—wha—are you sure?”

“I took like five of them just to be sure,” she lets out a chuckle.

“We’re having a baby?” Words can't describe the warmth and happiness that fills her chest at his excitement. It's not like they haven't mentioned having kids before. It's been brought up a couple of times, most recently these past two years, but the timing was never right. They were always working; whether it be on making an album, working on themselves, and for the longest time, tour was their babies. But now that their 2 year world tours have ended and they've finally had time to go MIA for a couple of months, it didn't feel like a better time.

The couple wasn't setting up a schedule or anything technical to have a baby. Especially since going on their second honeymoon had been occupying their schedule right after touring was done, they decided that baby making would happen naturally. Whenever their baby decided to enter their lives, that would be the perfect time.

YN nods and before she can say the words to verbally confirm, he has her wrapped in his arms. Harry lifts her off the bed and gives her a little twirl.

As quickly as he picked her up, he's on his knees before her and puts a gentle hand on her tummy.

“Hi, bubba,” he says softly. YN beams at the sight, already wiping at the happy tears running down her cheeks. “I'm your daddy, and I love you so so much.”

After placing a gentle kiss on her stomach, he finally takes his wife's face in his hands and kisses her. It isn't rushed or filled with a sexual need. It's soft and filled with so much love and passion.

“We're gonna be parents, baby. You’re gonna make the best momma," he says sincerely, getting more emotional at the thought of holding a mini YN or a mini him in his arms in less than a year from now.

"And you're gonna make the best dad," she hums. He wraps his arms around the tops of her shoulders, pulling her close to him as she cuddles into him. He presses a kiss to her forehead and sniffs back his tears.

"I love you so much."

“i love you, baby. Happy birthday, Harry.”

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