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payasamlover · 2 years

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Kalyanam

Summary: Harry and yn's wedding.

Word count : 1.6k

Pairing: Harry styles x desi!yn

A/N: hey everyone it's my first time writing anything like I'm new to Tumblr. Please treat me with kindness. India is a diverse country where the culture and the traditions vary from place to place. I'm from Kerala South India and I'm writing this fic from my idea of a wedding around here . This is not how every Indian wedding happens . lm not generalising about Indian weddings. I've seen a lot of desi wedding fics on Tumblr but never a south Indian based fic. So here I am writing my first and foremost fanfiction . And also can we just pretend everything is okay between 1d members after hiatus

Warning:MINORS DNI, 18+, Contain smut

Terms :

1.Nethi chutti :A Nethi Chutti is a bridal accessory that every South Indian bride dons for her wedding! It is similar to a maang tikka or a matha patti and comes in different styles, materials and even colours

2.Mehndi:Mehndi is a form of body art and temporary skin decoration from the Indian subcontinent usually drawn on hands or legs, in which decorative designs are created on a person's body, using a paste, created from the powdered dry leaves of the henna plant. Henna was first applied as a means to cool down the body.

3. Saree:A sari is a women's garment from the Indian subcontinent

4.Thaalam: the thaalam is a plate that has flowers, a brass lamp, a fan made of ivory and gold cloth and in some communities even a small bowl of Adenanthera Pavonina seeds which is supposed to signify luck.

5.Kalyana Mandapam: temporary platform set up for weddings and religious ceremonies

6.moné: it's like a nick name meaning dear

7.Thali: A mangala sutra or thaali , is a necklace that the groom ties around the bride's neck in the Indian subcontinent, in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam (Sanskrit for '"wearing the auspicious"'). The necklace serves as a visual marker of status as a married Hindu woman

8. Sindoor/Sindooram:is a traditional vermilion red or orange-red coloured cosmetic powder from the Indian subcontinent, usually worn by married women along the part of their hairline

To say that Harry was not nervous was an understatement boy he was shaking in his boots. it has nothing but the fact that he is getting married to the love of his life in the next few hours and that's the main reason why he is so stressed out. Harry is getting ready for a life with someone he loves.

The wedding is small and intimate which is contrary to usual Indian weddings which are supposed to be luxurious and grand. But yn wanted it to be minimal you know just to celebrate her and harry's union of life.

Harry can't help but think about what could go wrong. While he was in his bubble of anxiousness and zealously when he got a text message.

Ynn

Hey H I'm so excited for us. can't wait to see you, my love. I have a surprise for u later. See you in a couple of hours! - X

Harry grinned at the message. Yn always makes time for him no matter where they are in their relationship. Even when he's busy or she's away from him. She never complains about how long it takes him to reply no matter what. Harry loved Yn with every ounce of his body no matter what. He embraced her South Asian roots from the beginning of their relationship. Yn takes very much pride in her South Asian culture and heritage and made it clear from the day they met that she would never forget her roots. Yn's family is from South India so they're having a traditional South Indian Hindu wedding.

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Harry was dressed in a traditional dhoti and shirt. His hands were adorned with a couple of rings along with his engagement ring. He had a couple of gold chains hanging around his neck. He felt suspenseful and this feeling of bliss couldn't be explained. He was going to get married after all. To be honest he couldn't wait to get married. Harry looked down at his hand remembering the day they met. How he first laid eyes on the gorgeous woman before him. Harry sighed and looked at himself in the mirror. There weren't many people around him. The venue was crowded but not overly so. They needed a private wedding.

He thought back to all those years ago and wondered how he ever found the courage to ask her out. He remembered that night like it was yesterday. They were on their first date and he couldn't take his eyes off her.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered into her ear. Harry's voice was gentle and husky and YN felt butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"Thank you. I know you don't mean that." Yn teased causing Harry to chuckle.

"You're right ".This made yn to snort and she looked at him closely and thought to herself how lucky she is to have someone who cares deeply about her well being. She loved harry to death.

While he was reminiscing their nostalgia there was a knock on the door. Suddenly Harry's mom and his sister Gemma appeared in his room. Seeing her son in his wedding outfit tears started welling up in her eyes and she thought of the little boy clinging to her on his first day of school. "Haz you look so handsome! Oh, my baby c'mere". She embraced him with her warmth. "I'm so happy for you. Yn is the best person anyone could ask for. I'm really happy that you guys found each other." She wiped away the tears that were flowing down her face. She kissed him one last time. Gemma turned to him whose eyes were welled with tears. "You got this Harry. You guys are perfect for each other. You both complete each other. No matter what happens you'll always be my baby brother who fought for the last piece of pizza". He chuckled at her words. " Thank you so much for everything. You both are the most important people in the world to me besides YN. Thank you for making me the man I am today. I'm grateful for everything you guys have done for me". Then suddenly Niall walked in "Mate its time let's go get you married ".

"Mom we need to go downstairs now," Harry said smiling at his mother and sister who nodded in response. Then he walked out the door followed by Gemma Niall and Anne.

When he arrived downstairs he was awaited by his former bandmates Zayn Liam and Louis who were his groomsman They hugged each other.

"Congratulations on your wedding you loser! You look stunning," Louis commented as they broke apart. "Thanks, Louis I look dashing as always," Harry replied teasingly and smiled. Zayn laughed at them and nudged Niall. It's so crazy to see all the 5 lads after so many years like three of them have children and one of them is getting married to the love of his life. No one would believe this 10 years ago. It's just crazy how night changes everything. He walked to the ceremony waiting patiently for his lovie.

Yn was doing better than she imagined. She was calm and collected. Her dark long luscious hair was braided and jasmine flowers were adorned on her hair along with the Nettichutti and the outfit she chose to wear made her look divine. She was wearing a fierce red saree which embarked her fire within. Her mehndi was done on her hands and legs. Gold jewellery adorned her body and bangles decorated her wrists. Her skin glittered and her lips curled into an angelic smile. The saree accentuated the curves of her voluptuous body. Yn wore strapless heels and a pair of gold jewelled anklets on her ankles.She knew she looked stunning. Not only because she was planning to marry the man she loved but also because she was getting married in her homeland Kerala. She felt proud of herself and loved her husband for coming up with such a wonderful idea. Harry did everything for her and if he didn't love her she wouldn't have gone through this hellish ordeal. All of her bridesmaids entered the room with thaalam in hand. Her sister took her hand and handed her the thaalam. All the bridesmaids were wearing cute pastel saree with minimal gold jewellery and minimal jasmine flowers on their heads.

"I am," she said while giving her father a reassuring nod. They all started walking up to the Kalyana Mandapam. As soon as Harry saw her he fell in love with her again. When she approached the mandapam a tear rolled down her cheek. This is something so important she couldn't contain her emotions.

"You look ravishing " Harry couldn't help but gush. She giggled and said, " so do you, babe". Pujari(Hindu priest) started chanting the mantras in front of Agni and started doing the rituals. Harry's gaze met hers and they locked gazes for only a second before he turned away with a soft smile on his face. Then the priest handed him the thali. He tied the first and second knot then Gemma tied the third. They exchanged the flower garlands. After that, he was handed the sindoor and he took a pinch of sindoor and he put some on her forehead and she, in turn, took the sindoor and did the same thing to harry on his forehead breaking the tradition and making a new one for them and they walked around the Agni seven times to establish the onset of their marriage.

{During the Saath Phere, the bride and the groom, circumambulate (walk around) the sacred fire seven times as they exchange their marital vows. The fire here becomes the witness (Agni Sakshi) as they make promises to each other.}

After the rituals, Harry went to grab Yn's arm and kiss her on the forehead. She looked up at him and gave a watery smile. Harry pulled her closer and held her tightly. This moment was meant for them.

After the ceremony, everyone took a picture to celebrate their marriage and the engagement.

"I still can't believe you got married!" exclaimed Niall. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Yes, we've established that Niall. Now leave us alone." Harry said in a sassy tone. The boys and the bride walked together towards the reception hall to have a hearty meal and enjoy

Harry sat next to her enjoying the food. He kept stealing glances at his beautiful bride while eating. He kept seeing her biting her bottom lip to stop herself from smiling. "I cannot wait to take this saree off you ." He whispered in her ear making her blush slightly. After finishing their meal Yn excused herself and headed to the dressing rooms to change. She slipped on her dress and tied the strings of her sari. When she turned around Harry's eyes immediately lit up when he saw her. "Wow..." He muttered looking at her. "you look incredible". She blushed at his words.

"Shall we?" she said softly. Harry nodded then he stood up and extended his arm for her to hold onto while they stepped outside. He led her across the grounds towards his car.Harry opened the passenger door for her and helped her inside. He shut the door before taking his seat beside her. He took a deep breath and leaned over toward Yn. Their noses touched and he closed the gap connecting their lips. Her soft pink tongue licked his plump lips making them taste sweet.

After the kiss ended, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Yn silenced him by placing her finger on his lips. She gently stroked the side of his face before leaning down to peck him on the lips once more.

Yn wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer while deepening the kiss. Harry grabbed her waist and tugged her against him. Their tongues danced and their chests rose and fall simultaneously. Yn broke the kiss and rested her head on his chest. She felt like her entire body was filled with adrenaline and happiness.

As far as Harry was concerned she was the most beautiful girl in the universe. It was hard not to stare at her. He adored her. There were no words to describe what he felt or how he felt about her. He was about to deepen the kiss when heard banging on the glass of Yn's window which startled them both. "Oi quit making out in the car you divs same some for your honeymoon" Louis exclaimed. They both looked at each other and laughed. "What did he say? Did you hear I wasn't paying attention?" Yn inquired. Harry chuckled. "Yeah I heard he said he doesn't want to be a third wheel to two lovebirds"

"Oh shut it, Louis" she replied playfully. Louis rolled his eyes and left the parking lot. She cupped Harry's jaw in her palms and kissed his lips once more. He responded passionately and deepened the kiss. They parted reluctantly. Yn looked lovingly at him " I missed you so much, Harry.."

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed fondly at her "Me too." "You have no idea how what torture was not seeing you or holding you or kissing you or being near you for the whole day". But now finally having you all to myself is the best thing ever. She nipped his ear and Harry lets out a low husky sound that she loves. He slowly placed her in the backseat of his car and pulled her skirt upwards showing her thigh. Harry sucked on her inner thigh making her gasp loudly and grab a fistful of his short brown curls. He continued sucking on her and slowly slid the lace of her panties down exposing her wet centre." I couldn't t control myself when I saw you in that saree," Harry mumbled between kisses making her shiver at the intimate way he talked to her. "Please Harry" she breathed out desperately. He then lifted himself off her and took off his pants, leaving her with nothing but her thali and bra on. He traced his hands around the mehndi that adorned her hands and went up to her upper thighs and trailed kisses up her stomach to her breasts. Her breathing was heavy and uneven.

"Fuck me you are so stunning, baby "

he mumbled as he caressed her tits tenderly.

Yn whimpered under his ministrations. "I need you, Harry.." Harry smirked when she said his name like that. . He lifted himself so he could get a better angle. He positioned himself between her parted legs and pushed himself inside her slowly." Look me in the eyes babe" he demanded. Yn complied and stared straight into his eyes.

Harry moved his hips and began grinding against Yn making her moan. She felt herself reaching climax. He removed the rest of her clothing and joined his lips with hers while he rubbed himself against her. Yn bit her lower lip whilst wrapping her arms around his neck tightly. With his, he started rubbing her clit and she let out a muffled gasp. He continued moving his hips in slow motion causing her to arch her back into his thrusts. She felt his erection pushing her walls apart. Yn moaned lowly and gripped harder onto his hair.

Suddenly, he stopped pressing against her and she was confused. Harry's lips were pressed against her neck when he spoke. " Look at my face" he ordered her. She obeyed. "When I feel you close like this I know that you are going to cum" he murmured into her ear while placing kisses on her neck. Yn let out a loud gasp and arched her back even harder into him, her hips starting to thrust into his. Harry placed his hands on either side of her head.

"Look at me while you come for me baby" Harry whispered before plunging himself deeply into her. Yn clenched around him in pure bliss, the feeling of her walls tightening around his dick was amazing. Harry could feel his climax approaching him ."Come on Harry cum for me " I know you're close let go for me yes " he continued thrusting in her with his hips while his voice deepened. Yn came screaming his name along with his name. They didn't break eye contact as Yn orgasmed and collapsed on Harry.

Once Yn had caught her breath she looked at him. Harry smiled down at her and caressed her face. He helped her get dressed and removed her makeup. "I can't believe we fucked in the car what the hell". Harry said laughing. Yn slapped his shoulder jokingly.

The sun was setting when they returned to their room, the couple snuggled up into their bed and fell asleep instantly.

This is how I imagined their outfits to be

A/n: this was my first time writing anything . if you like this please reblog and follow my channel i would appreciate it very much thank you.

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gojosgigi · 2 years

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moody.

summary: the missus is feeling moody, and harry is well.. harry.

warnings: cuss words, pregnancy, harry being an adorable idiot.

pairing: desi/hindi speaking!reader (fem) x harry styles.

a quick thanks and acknowledgement to my lovely proof reader, @astralwaifu 🤍 this only ever got out of the drafts because of them.

“y/n? baby i’m home.” harry calls, walking inside their house.

the corner of his lips turn into a small smile when he finds her in the kitchen, a small pout to her lips, eyebrows furrowed, arms crossed, stomping around the kitchen.

“hello, m’love” he walks over to her, kissing her cheek, then to kiss her belly. she glares at him.

harry couldn’t help but smile. he loved teasing her when she was mad, only for the simple reason that she got even madder when he did. he always thought she looked so adorable when she was all moody.

“ek toh na tum smile karna band karo [first of all, stop smiling.]” that only made harry’s smile grow wider.

harry understood what y/n was saying because a few years into their relationship he learned hindi to impress her parents, also because there were a few phrases y/n said too often, so harry just caught along. he knew enough to understand what someone was saying to him, but not enough to actually speak in it.

“maine na daant tod dene hain sacchi.[i swear, i’ll break your teeth]” she gritted, harry tried to cover his teeth with his lips, failing miserably. when y/n starts to give threats in hindi, that means she’s on her top-most level of irritation.

harry always knew she never meant any of it, her so called “threats” were harmless.

harry walked over to hug his wife from the back, placing his hands on her belly, placing a small kiss on the back of her ear.

y/n walks over to the refrigerator, with harry still clung onto her back, taking out a cup of ice cream.

“look, baby, there’s a harry styles on my back.” she says, looking down at her belly. harry laughs.

“are you a fucking sloth?” she asks harry, turning her neck towards him.

“woman! the baby can hear you! and the answer to your question is yes, i am a sloth and i belong to y/n y/l/n styles.” y/n rolls her eyes.

harry peppers kisses all over y/n’s face.

with one last kiss to her neck, he finally takes a seat on the stool placed next to the kitchen island. watches y/n take out a spoon from the drawer, admiring his gorgeous wife. her dress highlighting her cute baby bump, her beautiful features, the little necklace dangling on her neck, everything. absolutely everything.

“why do you purposely irritate me?” she asks, looking at harry who was back at it again, standing next to y/n, bending down to kiss her cheek.

“because you look very cute all frustrated.” he replies, simply. she shakes her head.

“you didn’t even give me a kiss today.” harry says, making y/n roll her eyes. harry takes his seat back at the stool, tugging at y/n’s wrist, as a way to silently ask her to sit on his lap.

“don’t you love me anymore?” he asks, “no, not really.” she replies,sarcastically, walking over, sitting across his lap.

the green eyed boy fakes a gasp, covering his mouth. “you don’t love me?” he turns his head to look out of the window.

“how could you be so reckless with my heart?” harry sings, lowly. y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her husband’s goofiness.

“there’s it is! finally got you to smile!” harry says, feeling a sense of achievement.

“ah! kudos.” y/n shakes her head, before placing it on his shoulder. harry laughs. slowly silence takes over the room. the couple just stays in comfortable silence for a moment. harry rubbing his hand on y/n thigh slowly, feeling her hot breath on his neck.

“i love you, harry.” y/n says, breaking the silence, picking up her head off of his shoulder to look in his eyes. “ thank you for keeping up with all my shit. i know i can be a pretty big pain in the ass sometimes.” they both laugh.

“i love you too, y/n styles.” he brings his hand up to put a strand of her hair behind her ear “i’m not going to say that you’re not a pain in the ass, because, well, you are.” she laughs, he too chuckles “but you don’t have anything to thank me for, you’re my love and it’s my responsibility to cheer you up when you’re sad or moody, or upset. you’re my wife! my best friend, my everything. i don’t see one flaw in you. whether it’s how easily you get mad, or how you never do the dishes or how you didn’t give me a kiss today, or- i’m sorry, what was i saying again?” y/n rolled her eyes, harry laughed.

“y’know what? maybe i actually don’t love you.”

“yes you do, but sure you can lie to yourself all you want.” he shrugs.

“why did i marry you?”

“well, that question has a very long answer, let’s start with how sexy i am, and obviously my charming personali-“ he gets cut off by y/n slapping his chest, playfully. he laughs.

“aniruddh, your father is a narcissist.” she says looking down at her belly.

“hey!~ we’re not settled on that name, yet.”

“yes, we are. who’s kid is this?”

“say it like it’s not mine as well.”

“sure it is.” she mumbles with a playful smile settled on her lips, getting out of his lap, rushing out of the room.

“y/n styles!”

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payasamlover · 2 years

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Jalebi baby

Summary: Harry and Yn enjoying their after noon with some hot chai and jalebis

Word count: 1k

Warning: None . Just some fluff

A/N: Hey everyone this is my second blurb as you know I'm just getting into writing hence my writings are gonna be short. Also, I wanna point put I'm not a native English speaker I'm from India hence I may not be great at portraying writing abilities. So if there are any typos or errors or any suggestions. You can just drop it in my ask box. I'll try to write long fics in the coming days. Thank you so much for reading. Just watched it As it was bts btw. It was good. Anyways enjoy <3

Terms:

1.Jalebi :Jalebi, is a popular sweet snack in south and west Asia, Africa, and Mauritius

2.Halwai: A confectioner

3. Mithai: Sweets

4. Bukhad: A person who is greedy for food

It was raining outside. It had been raining since the morning and it hadn't stopped, not even for a second. Raindrops were splattering onto the glass windows of Yn's apartment building.

The rain was coming down at a steady pace so it sounded like someone was pounding on the glass and shouting "Let me in!" repeatedly. Yn sighed as she put down her pen. She knew who it was even before she opened her door and stood there was her lovie ."You're going to catch a cold Harry," she said. "Hey Baby," he said softly when Yn opened the door for him.

He smiled when he caught sight of her. Harry looked like hell. He was drenched from head to toe. His hair had been matted down with rainwater. His nose and cheeks were flushed red. Yn wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly."How about you take a nice hot shower and I'll make you my special chai ?" She suggested.

Harry nodded but didn't move from where he stood. "As long as you join me in the shower." Yn giggled. "No Harry. We both know I'm just a distraction when you shower."Harry shrugged his shoulders helplessly. Yn watched as Harry removed his shoes and socks. Yn walked over to the door and unlocked it. She stepped out of the way while Harry walked inside and closed the door behind him. Yn walked into the living room, picking up their abandoned cups and plates as she went. "Do you want some food too Harry?" She asked. "I bought Jalebi's from the local Indian dessert shop,". "I would love some," he yelled from the bathroom. "M'kay I'll be right back."

Yn made her way into the kitchen to make the chai. First, she boiled the milk. Then she added the tea leaves to the boiled milk followed by ginger honey and cardamom. While she was busy straining the tea Harry came back from the shower. He was wearing nothing but boxer briefs. Yn bit her lip slightly trying to control herself. She felt her heart racing, not wanting to look away. "Mhm smells amazing Yn," he said. "Harry placed his hand gently against her cheek and kissed her sweetly. She poured the chai into two cups and placed them on the kitchen island. Harry sat at one end of the counter while Yn took the other side and sat across from him. Yn reached under the table and held one of Harry's hands in hers. Harry smiled. They sipped their drinks slowly savouring every sip until they'd emptied their cups. "There's nothing like the authentic Indian chai innit darling? It's a real treat," Yn said smacking his lips together. "Ugh Starbucks drink doesn't even come close to this masterpiece," he commented. "How dare you compare this wonderful delicacy to that overpriced highly saccharine drink, " Harry snickered at her comments.

" Oh I forgot about the Jalebis gimme a mo bubs," Yn exclaimed reaching for the top cabinet she pulled out the Jalebis and started plating them. "That looks delicious babe and I can't wait to try all of them,". Harry replied "Here you go," Yn said sliding the plate. He grabbed one of the Jalebi "Cheers Yn," he tapped his jalebi with hers and then took a bite. He moaned loudly as he chewed. "These are the best damn things in existence. Oh my God I'm gonna cry "he declared. Yn giggled at his antics "I know right." Ever since they started dating Yn shared her culture with him whether it was cooking him her favourite desi dishes or making him watch her favourite movies growing up or shitting about Europeans colonizing South Asia and looting their money and other valuable items even if Harry was British ( he didn't mind tho because he was bitching along with her). He was so eager to learn all about her country and her culture.

"The jalebis here in America don't taste as great as the ones from India though, " Yn said thoughtfully as she nibbled on a piece of jalebis. "Really? "Harry quipped "Maybe you should come to visit India and eat them then," said Yn. "I remember visiting the Halwai during Diwali and ogling at all the mithai. The jalebis and the laddoo were finger-licking good." She said wistfully as she recalled memories. " Ooh, I can picture baby Yn dragging her parents to the halwai to gawk at the sweets". Harry teased, causing Yn to blush. "Oh shut up you big goof" she replied poking his arm. "I bet your parents would still lecture you for eating too many sweets," he continued teasing further. Yn rolled her eyes. "Stop," she said, blushing more as Harry laughed. "But seriously Harry, I miss those days when we would go to the market and just doing all the random things", she lamented. "I know baby, I know." Harry said putting his arm around her waist "I just miss them so much Harry I don't have anyone in the states except you"." Yn leaned in to kiss Harry, "you are right " Harry's gaze softens ."I guess it won't hurt to try a little bit more jalebi" "Yeah babe", Harry said pulling her closer. " My jalebi baby," he whispered. " .They spend rest of the day listening to soft ghazals as they talked , drinking their tea and eating each other's food. No wonder Tesher made a freaking song about Jalebi because he knows some bukhad like Yn and harry exist.😋😋

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payasamlover · 2 years

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Pal Payasam

Summary: Harry cooks yns favourite dish in the whole world Paal payasam

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Warning: fluff :)

A/N: Hey everyone I'm so sorry if this blurb doesn't come up to your expectations tbh I didn't like it either but I still gonna post it cause I took time to write . Honestly writing is really stressful and it really clogs your brain a lot . If there's any typos or error please lemme know :) . Any I love you all <3

Terms:

1. Moné: a nickname meaning dear

2.Amma:mother

3.Kutti: small

4. Paal payasam: payasam or kheer is a sweet dish and a type of wet pudding popular in the Indian subcontinent, usually made by boiling milk, sugar or jaggery, and rice, although rice may be substituted with one of the following: daals, bulgur wheat, millet, tapioca, vermicelli, or sweet corn.( Paal=milk therefore paal payasam =payasam made with milk)

As a person who never cooked in his 28 years of existence Harry Styles found himself at a loss when trying to make something for the first time. He stared helplessly at the pots and pans that were sitting on a kitchen counter while he waited, not wanting to move them because they might break if he did. He also had no idea what to do.

It was one of those moments where Yn just wanted to curl up under her duvet and cry because she miss her family so much that she forget about all the other things that happening around her. As a girl who was born and brought up in India Yn knew better than to complain when things went wrong.

Earlier that day Yn was on the phone with her mom and dad catching up with them about her whereabouts and such. They were so proud of their daughter for moving to another country to chase her dreams and aspirations. Of course, they missed her terribly and want to visit her but they couldn't do so because of their work obligations. The only thing they could do was send pictures and FaceTime. It never failed to make Yn feel warm inside.

It was just another typical Saturday when yn decided to call her parents. On the 3rd ring, her mother picked up. "Sorry, Moné I was really busy today. Is everything okay?"

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"Yes, it's fine amma. Just miss you is all." Yn replied, taking a sip from her glass of water.

Yn heard a soft chuckle coming from her mother's end and said, "You know we miss you too baby girl." She continued to talk with her little girl for another minute until the call ended. "How's Harry, moné? Is he eating well?"

"Oh yeah, he eats plenty don't worry." Yn smiled at the mention of her boyfriend.

"Anyways, what are you and Appa doing tonight?". "He doesn't know this but I'm cooking his favourite payasam you know just a kutti surprise". Ah, the good Ole paal payasam. The thought itself made yn's mouth water.

"Ammaaaa now I wanna eat too " Yn whined. "Then come back to India and I'll make every single one of your favourite payasam and bring Harry too you know I can't wait to tell him all your embarrassing stories to him " Her mother giggled and Yn couldn't help but laugh too.

"I will amma, I love you so much." "Love you too my vaave," she said before hanging up and letting out a content sigh. Her smile slowly faded away as she stared at her phone. Her eyes started welling up. She just misses them so damn much. "Hey, are you okay bubba?" Harry asked from behind her making yn shriek before turning around.

Harry was standing in front of her wearing nothing but his towel and looking like an angel. He was leaning against a doorframe with his head tilted to one side. "I just called amma . I just miss her so fucking much Harry you've got no idea". Harry came closer to her. "Come here lemme give you a hug", he said gently wrapping both arms around her waist. "Is there anything else I can do to help you?". "Naw, I'll be alright babe? You've done enough today. I love you." "Love you too, lemme go get some clothes". Yn watched Harry walk out of the room and close the door before she sighed loudly.

Harry knew how much Yn missed her family therefore the next day he decided to make Yn her favourite dish in the whole world. Her amma's paal payasam. So the next day Harry decided to make a quick run to the local Indian store near them when Yn was still sleeping. He grabbed all the ingredients and started preparing for the paal payasam. So like every other millennial Harry decided to go to YouTube his trusted friend. After searching for God knows how long he finally clicked on a video that looks decent enough. Little did he know the video was in Malayalam Yn's native language. He didn't know Malayalam for shit. Once again he's back to square one. He browsed so much he got fed up with it. So he decided to ring Yn's mom for help.

"Hello? what happened Harry why are calling me this early?". "Uhm hey Mrs Yln I'm sorry to wake you up I need your help it's just Yn was missing you guys so to cheer her up I'm making Yn's paal payasam," Harry rambled. Yn's mom laughed out loud before replying. "Harry it's fine honey, I understand that she misses her amma and appa and her fav paal payasam " Mrs Yln spoke."Okay so basically I need your help to make the paal payasam but I don't know where to start " . "why don't you start by rinsing the rice and roasting the cashew and raisins ?". "M'kay" Harry mumbled. When he finished washing the rice "Harry moné do you have a wide pan at your home ?" Mrs Yln asked him "Yeah I think it's somewhere around here" Harry answered. There was a moment of silence before Amma heard rustling noises. "Give me mo Mrs yln lemme find the pan," Harry said with a big grin. Amma chuckled lightly hearing Harry's voice coming through the speaker. Harry soon returned. "There it is Mrs Yln". " Great "Mrs Yln exclaimed. "Now boil the milk in the pan and after that add the soaked rice. Harry did as he was told and placed the mixture into the pan. "This should do".

While he's stirring the rice it starts smelling amazing. " Okay now stir the rice grains and saute for about 30 seconds on a low to medium flame or till you get a nice fragrant aroma from the rice. Do not allow the rice to get browned" amma said. "Gotcha" Harry hummed before starting the fire on medium heat. "simmer and cook for 15 minutes or until the rice grains are cooked well." "Okay Mrs yln," Harry said once more and continued to cook and stir while waiting for the rice to finish." Now mash the rice slightly until the payasam turns creamy. If you mash the rice too much it won't turn out perfectly so try to be as delicate as possible" Mrs Yln instructed Harry before going silent.

After some time passed Mrs Yln spoke again. "Alright, that looks perfect now add some more milk for the thickness ". "Now add like 5 tsp sugar to the pan and you continue stirring ." "Ok", Harry replied before adding the sugar " boil for 3 minutes or until the payasam turns creamy and sugar is dissolved completely. Pour the toasted nuts over the raisins and add ¼ tsp cardamom powder. mix well. okay" Harry nodded along as Mrs yln explained everything to him. "Okay, keep on stirring the pot for 8 to 10 minutes then remove the paal payasam to cool down and let it rest." " Thank you so much Mrs yln you're a God sent"."Hey anything for you moné".He thanked yn's amma for helping him cook and they hung up.

As soon as Yn woke up she was hit with the aroma of her favourite thing in the entire world paal payasam.No way in this world Harry would make payasam for her. "Did you make payasam for me?" Yn asked as she sat up and stretched her body. Harry looked at her from where he was sitting on his bed with a small smile playing across his lips. "Babe, it's past 7 in the morning so I thought you'd still be sleeping", He responded making her groan.

"But now I'm awake," She asked, crossing her legs under herself. " Yeah" He replied. "Okay" Yn hopped off the bed and walked towards Harry giving him a quick peck on the cheek before skipping off to the kitchen. "Babe, did you cook payasam for me?" " I feel so special right now" She smiled. Yn was currently sitting on her chair with her legs crossed and her hands on her lap. Harry was seated behind her. His hand rested on her stomach. He started rubbing circles on the soft spot. "Why don't you go get ready and wear the white saree " Harry suggested. "You mean the one you bought for our first anniversary?" She asked.

"Yeah why don't you try it on", he replied. "Why?" "Because you miss home and being close to your homeland. That also means you also look lovely in it." "Hmm maybe" Yn agreed with a huge smile. Harry chuckled softly as he watched her stand up, and grab the silk saree from their closet." As Yn began draping her saree harry decided to plate the payasam. It smelled delicious.

Yn walked out of the bathroom wearing the saree and Harry couldn't help but let out a low whistle. "Oh yeah there's the real Mvp ", Harry teased making Yn pout. "Hey I look pretty don't I?" She whined. "Very pretty my love" Harry smirked. "Ok let's not waste our time it's time to dig in" Harry stood up and handed her the bowl of paal payasam and served himself before walking towards her. Yn and he began eating. While eating she tried to steal glances at Harry who was busy eating paal payasam. When Harry caught her gaze she grinned sheepishly and stuffed another spoon into her mouth. "You're staring at me, love," Harry said while chuckling. Yn blushed heavily. "It's just...you made me my favourite dish even though you don't know how to cook and that's something that I appreciate about you". "Thank you baby" Harry replied before taking another bite.

When Yn had almost drained the paal payasam Harry finally spoke up. "So.. how did I do for my first payasam? " "Surprisingly well. Tbh I never thought you would cook this well , and to top it off you did such an amazing job. The payasam smells so good and the taste is so exquisite", Yn said smiling brightly. "I'm glad that I did a great job then, and I'll do even better next time," he stated proudly ." I know you would " she giggled." Well, after we're done eating can we take a nap? " Harry asked Yn. "Sure, sounds fun", Yn said . "Good now let's go to bed, sweetheart" Harry said. Yn stood up and followed Harry to their shared bedroom.

They both climbed under the covers together and Harry pulled Yn closer to him "I love you so much love " He murmured before closing his eyes. "I love you too" Yn whispered. After a while, Harry fell asleep and Yn snuggled into his embrace, contented with the warm feeling inside her chest.

A/n: again I just wanna apologise if this is not good . tbh I rushed writing this . if there are any typos or grammatic errors please lemme know

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One direction masterlist.

HARRY STYLES

Dance class.

status: incomplete.

pairing : harry styles x brown!reader. (fem)

[i]

there’s a new girl at harry’s dance class, a very charming girl, might i add.

warnings : n/a

[ii]

harry and the new girl get to know each other a little better over a dance.

warning: cussing, suggestive humour.

ONE SHOTS :

moody.

the missus is felling a little moody and harry is, well, harry.

warnings: pregnancy, cussing, harry being an adorable idiot.

“for the boy i love the most”

misunderstandings can lead up to big arguments.

warnings: arguments, yelling, cussing, tears, apologies.

magic touch.

where y/n overhears harry saying something rude about her.

warnings: foul language, angst, tears, arguments, apologies.

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gojosgigi · 2 years

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Dance class.

summary : there’s a new girl in harry’s dance class. a very charming girl, might i add.

pairing : harry styles [au] x fem!brown!reader.

warnings: i don’t think there are any, honestly.

A/N: hi, this is my first writing that i actually post (i have like a billion drafts hahaha). i just want to note that english is not my native language, and that i’m still learning. hope you enjoyed this, and please, please let me know what you think. any constructive criticism, and advice is very much welcomed. as i said, i am still learning, and wish to improve my writing. if there are any grammatical errors, or this came off as cringe-y, i apologise in advance. thank you, and i hope you enjoy. :)) love always, G 🤍

Since harry wasn’t exactly the best dancer in the world, he decided it’d be fun to join a dance class.

“what is it that you can’t learn if you try?” with that thought, he made the decision to join this dance class, for which there wasn’t any specific dance type they taught, they taught multiple ones. all the way from simple pop, to contemporary, belly dancing to salsa. It was sort of a mish-mash of everything. There were two dance instructors, they always had prepared-choreographed dances that they taught.

At first, harry felt shy to dance in front of people, even tho the group wasn’t that big. Which one of the instructor of the two , Lidiya, caught up with, noticing his body language. She re-assured him there was nothing to feel conscious about, and that all the other people were there to learn too. Even tho her words were comforting, it took harry some time to adjust and get comfortable. Which, soon, he did. He even became friends with the people in the class. His warmth, kindness, and undeniable charm, was something hard not to grow captivated to.

“Hi, Lola!” harry said, walking in class, greeting the blonde girl. She returned his greeting with a smile.

“you’re early today” she said, teasing him for being late most the time.

“i’m not always late, okay?”

“sure.” she said, with a small smirk. Harry shook his head. “hey! almost forgot. Nona sent these for you” she handed him a box of cookies.

“god i love Nona.” he said, thanking her and asking her to thank Nona for him.

“and she loves you too, so much, to the point where i wonder if she loves you more than she loves me.” she said, causing harry to chuckle.

He was about to say something, but gets cut off, unintentionally, by the instructor, Max.

“Hello,everyone! how are we today?” he asks, setting his bag down. “Lidiya will be here in about two minutes, or atleast that’s what she texted me. then we’ll start class, okay?”

The group acknowledges with nods and small “okay” s.

Harry continues his conversation with Lola, when he hears the door open. the sound of a beautiful, and almost comforting laugh fills his ears.

he looks over to see Lidiya walk in, accompanied with a gorgeous dark-eyed girl. Her hair falling perfectly down her shoulders, wearing a black outfit with white shoes, looking absolutely beautiful.

“Hi, everybody! i’m so sorry i’m late.” Lidiya announced “Damn does this one take time getting ready” she said, humorously, earning a playful glare from the dark haired girl. “This is y/n, by the way. My best friend, she’ll be joining us from now on.”

Y/n looked around the room, letting out a small “hi”, waving. her eyes seemed to stop for a second when they met harry’s. Harry felt blood rush to his cheeks.

Their small moment was intruded by Max’s voice, y/n turned her attention to him. “you guys said two minutes. two minutes!” He said, causing y/n to chuckle. “there was traffic” she said, Lidiya and her let out small laughs. “in LA? you found traffic in LA?” max questioned, shaking his head. shrugging her shoulders, smirking “nothing is impossible, my boy.” she patted his shoulders. “just take your place, okay?” he said, she chuckled.

She walked over to stand in the empty spot next to Harry. “Hi! Y/n Y/l/n” she said, offering him handshake. “her accent” he thought to himself. “Hello, i’m harry.” he said, shaking her hand. “what a beautiful name you have” “you think so?” she said, smiling. “how sweet of you! always secretly thought it wasn’t- well, let’s just say, not the best” she laughs, harry too let’s out a chuckle.

they continue the small-talk, which soon gets cut off by music. “Let’s get this started, shall we?” Lidiya says, over the music.

The class went by, a share of awkward chuckles and small sweet glances, and smiles shared by the newly-met duo.

Y/n was an exceptional dancer, harry thought. He wasn’t just saying that because he might as well have been biased [a/n : he is biased. he is very much biased, but this ain’t about him] she was actually very impressive.

as the class tries to do the steps being demonstrated by Max, Lidiya takes a round around the class trying to help anyone who’s struggling. Y/n notices her untied shoe and bends down to tie it, Lidiya runs over with small, quickening steps and slaps her bum, laughing. “Oi!” she yelps. harry couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “find something funny, curly?” she asks, shooting him a playful glare. He shakes his head “no” still laughing. the dark haired girl rolls her eyes, playfully before joining in.

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It was about 1:45 am, at the moment. and harry still couldn’t sleep. blaming only and only y/n for simply just not leaving his thoughts. her beautiful eyes, her angelic smile, her laugh, her rose gold coloured watch, her little hair tie that she had on her wrist, her sweet, bubbly humour, her kind personality, the way she walked, the way she treated and talked to other people, the way she called him “curly” once , how much she loved her best friend, her accent— oh her accent! harry loved her accent, it was so- so intellectual, in a way, combined with her beautiful voice. harry could listen to her talk all day. y/n might as well be the most captivating person he’s met!

harry was never the kind of person to get crushes on people by just meeting them once , but there was something about y/n that harry just couldn’t ignore. he still wouldn’t say he had a crush on her, he was just so in awe of her.

harry liked whatever it was that he was feeling. he felt happy, something he hasn’t felt in a long time. there was a certain sweetness to it. his only bummer is that he’s going to have to wait all the way till thursday to see her again.

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gojosgigi · 2 years

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Dance class [ii]

summary: harry and the new girl get to know each other a little better over a dance.

warnings: slight cussing, fluff!

pairing: brown!fem!reader x au!harry styles

a/n : i’m still a newbie writer, so please go easy on me. you can find pt.1 on my profile. :) hope you like it.

harry’s eyes looked around anxiously trying to find the her beautiful, dark ones.

everyone was here, and the class was about to start, yet she was missing.

he even saved a spot for her, right next to his.

his search gets cut off by the sound of the door opening, and rushed words.

“i’m so so sorry i’m late, it’s just the clinic and tía and just- it doesn’t really matter, what matters is i’m here now, and i’m very sorry.”

“it’s okay, y/n. you’re not too late. it’s fine” max says. “really?” she asks. “no, lidiya is going to kill you, i’m just trying to be supportive.” she glares at him, playfully and flips him off. max rolls his eyes, slightly smiling.

Lidiya walks up with a annoyed look on her face,

“lids! my girl! my babe! how’s it going? did i ever tell you just how much i love you?” the girl says.

“if you think you can charm your way out of this, then you’re wrong.”

“come on, lids. i can’t just change our whole dynamic, i’m always late, you’re always annoying by it. it- it’s just how it works”

“just-“ lidiya stutters slightly “okay?”

“okay.” she give two thumbs up, a mischievous grin on her face. max and her fist-bump.

“you’re both adults, for fucks sake” lidiya says, making her way towards her position.

the two laugh quietly.

y/n takes the empty spot next to harry, just how she did the first day.

“thanks for saving me a spot.” she whispers with a playful wink. harry couldn’t help but feel slightly flustered, that she noticed

“o-of course” he manages to let out.

“now, everybody! turn to the person on your left.” lidiya announces, “today we’ll practice a duo-dance”

harry looks to his left, at y/n.

“well, unless Mr. wall, next to me, doesn’t mind” she says, referring to the wall next to her “i guess, it’s you who’s my partner.” he laughs.

“guess i am.” the two lock eyes, harry felt butterflies erupt in his stomach as he looked into her beautiful dark eyes.

but unfortunately, the moment gets interrupted by the sound of guitar playing as the song starts.

lidiya gives y/n a look that harry doesn’t quite understand. y/n just shakes her head in response, as if annoyed.

y/n slowly interlocks their fingers and puts her other hand on his shoulder , looking at max and lidiya, trying to mirror the shown.

harry feeling slightly flustered by her touch. he shyly puts his other on the side of her waist, barely touching her.

y/n turns her head towards him, a small smile on her features. harry’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. “how does one manage to be so beautiful?” he thought.

“now, put your hand on your partner’s back and pull them closer” max instructs.

harry looks at y/n, unsure. she simply nods, assuring him.

he slowly pushes his hand to her back, pulling her closer.

“is this okay? i don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.”

“i don’t mind, harry.” she smiles at his sweetness “it’s adorable how thoughtful you are, tho. such a gentleman.”

her little compliment felt was so precious to harry. he couldn’t help but crack a toothy smile, his adorable bunny teeth showing off. “thank you” he mutters.

they start to slowly dance together, harry feeling flustered by being so close to her, sharing small smiles, looking at each-other in pure awe.

y/n laughs slightly, “god i hate these two so much” she says, under her breath, looking at max and lidiya who were grinning like idiots.

“pardon?” her partner asks.

“n-nothing.” harry’s brows knit together, confused. but decides not to push it.

“so harry, where’d you grow up?” she asks, as he spins her around.

“cheshire, holmes chapel.” he replied, pulling her back to him, hand on her waist. “how about you? always felt a certain fascination by your accent. ‘s pretty.” he smiles, which she returns.

“why thank you, harry” she says, “‘m middle eastern. born and raised, moved here a few-“

she gets cut off by max “and dip” he says, dipping lidiya in his arms, instructing how it’s supposed to be done.

harry dips y/n, pulling her back up, his face inches from her’s. he could feel her hot breath on his lips, sending a small shiver down his spine.

y/n’s eyes drift to his lips, which she thought looked oh so perfect and looked so damn kissable, for a small second, before she realised what she was doing and snapped her head away.

“-years ago” she says, trying to act breezy. “moved out here a few years ago, after my MBBS for my residency.”

“residency? you’re a doctor?” harry asks, dumbfounded.

she laughs, “yeah, gynaecology, third year.”

“so you’re really, really smart? like a nerd?” y/n gasps playfully, knowing he’s only joking and doesn’t mean anything bad.

“i can tell you for a fact that i am anything but a nerd, i’ve read “how to be cool, for dummies” so no, not a nerd.” a humorous sassy tone laced in her voice.

harry laughs full-heartedly at that, throwing his head back.

“see? i’m a hoot!” she laughed.

- - - -

after the end of class, the duo shared a warm smile before getting ready to leave.

harry walks to the other side of the room to pick up his bag, and y/n goes to join her friend who were standing by the mirror.

he sees Lola looking at him, her lips curled into a small smirk.

“so, the brunette in black, huh?” she asks, approaching him.

harry’s cheeks heat up, “no-n- wh-what brunette? i don’t know what you’re talking about”

“sure you don’t, tomato.” she says, obviously not convinced, the red shade on harry’s cheeks very prominent.

he sighs, “is it that obvious?”

“pretty much, yeah.” she shrugs.

harry looks at her with panic in his eyes, “really?” he can only hope y/n didn’t notice.

“no, not really.” she laughs “but if you observe close enough, you can definitely see it.”

“it’s all in the eyes, my boy” she points at his eyes.

“well, please don’t mention it to anyone. especially not y/n. i don’t want her to think i’m some sort of freak, i only met her a few days ago.”

“don’t worry, your secret is safe with me,” she assures him, “but i am going to tell rachel.”

“that’s understandable, she’s your wife.”

“mhm” she nods “go get her, tomato!” she laughs, waving him goodbye.

harry waves back before walking to the door

“hey, curly!” he hears a voice, knowing far too well who it is.

he turns around to meet the same gorgeous dark eyes.

“oh hi, love. something wrong?”

“no, just uh is this your’s?” she asks, holding up a condom.

“certainly not” harry laughs. “you really thought that was mine?”

y/n shakes her head, chucking “no, it was a joke. got it from max.”

harry squirms his eyes, tilting his head slightly.

“okay, no need to give me that look, never said it was a good joke” the two shared a small laugh.

“nevertheless, you laughed, so it was worth it.” harry smiles at that. she wanted to make him laugh, that’s sweet.

“actually uh” she slightly stumbled over her words, which was very unlike her. she was usually very confident and straight up. “would you um like to come to get froyo with us? max, lids and i were just heading out, we usually go there to treat ourselves once a month, it’s totally okay if you have something to or don’t want to, we completely understan-“

“i’d love to,” he smiled.

“great” she said, returning his smile.

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