“Harry is very sensitive. He wants to talk but doesn’t want to make conversation. You have to do all the talking. He just wants a bit of company. He’s always worried about his mum. They’re all quite tight but Harry’s a little bit of a loner. He has a hell of a way about him. He’s a very charming individual. Everyone who meets him notices that. All the guys are lovely individually but Harry does have a certain something about him that separates him. No-one ever has a bad word to say about him. He gets a lot of attention from girls. Harry is a charmer… a smooth operator.”
— Andy [their bodyguard] about Harry in the Sunday Mirror (via onedinection)
I just thought, what if we get images of Harry in a baby carrier one day out of nowhere ? What will happen when he becomes a dad irl like the thought process? I can't even fathom
[Warning- Extreme fluff, little bit of crying, shorty one this is, lots of milk carton, pregnancy]
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The first time Harry did it, it was a small, light-hearted joke. Harry opened the milk carton in the morning, you were near the stove making pancakes, you flipped the last one into the plate and put it on the breakfast nook.
"Breakfast's ready!" You yelled even though it was just two of you. Harry chuckled and opened the carton of milk when he had an idea.
He took the ring of the lid and knelt down in front of you with a huge smile on his face. He brought the ring of lid up and asked, "Will you marry me, love?"
Your puzzled face changed to the one of amusement as you dramatically brought your hand forward and said, "Yes baby".
He put the ring on your finger and kissed it and got up and pulled you in a deep kiss.
It was just a hearty laughter moment shared between you two, and from there on, it became a tradition.
Every time he would open the milk carton, he would jokingly propose to you, and you would say yes the same way.
It was no different day, months have went on and the tradition of Harry has became a used to you so, you didn't put much of a thought when he started opening the gift and had the same glint in his eyes he had the first time he did it more than a year ago.
You rubbed your growing bump and flipped the pancake onto the plate and put it on the breakfast nook and yelled, "Breakfast's ready!"
Harry laughed like he always does. He came forward this time a little nervous than he is every day, making you worried yourself, but when he gave you his cheeky smile, all of that vanished.
You rolled your eyes in dramatics as he got on his knee. You already had your hand forward ready to say yes.
"Will you marry me, my love?" Harry asked, and you gave him the same dramatic sigh looking up at the ceiling.
"Yes, baby," you said, laughing. He put on the ring like he always does, but this time it felt heavy, and as you looked down, you saw it.
The heavy diamond ring white like milk sitting on your finger. Your eyes wide in shock stayed on your hands, and then you squealed so loud you might has well have launched into the space.
You jumped into Harry's arm and laughed as he twirled you around in the kitchen and then pulled you in a deep kiss.