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poor sick baby

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warnings: mateo gets sick and harry has to take care of him until y/n gets home from her trip with her friends

word count: 7.0k+

warnings: a poor sick baby, fluff, vomiting, mentions of vomiting, just the overall symptoms of the flu

note: this is my first time writing for harry, so I’m a little bit nervous about what everyone thinks. also it’s not my favorite but it might be good, it might not. also, writing this has given me baby fever all from writing harry as a dad. also i written half of this with my kitten on my chest or her biting my fingers because she’s teething. also sorry that it’s long!

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Enjoy!

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It was about two in the morning when Harry was woken up to the shrill cries on his sweet four year old Mateo, his mini me. Harry looked to the other side of the bed to see that his fiance, Y/N, wasn’t occupying the other side of the bed. The side is neatly made and not ruffled like someone just got out of it to check the crying toddler. She was still on her way home from a well deserved vacation with her friends. A thing her and Harry bickered back and forth about until Y/N gave in after a stressful day at her little cafe.

Harry immediately got up from the bed, stretching as he did so with a yawn and started walking blindly through the dark to the bedroom door. He was just wearing a simple white tee shirt with black joggers, Y/N’s pillow was cuddled in between his arms as he fell asleep since she wasn’t there in person to be cuddled.

Harry’s feet shuffled against the carpeted floor as he neared the door, lightly knuckling his eye as he let out another yawn. “I’m comin’ bud.” Harry yawned to his son who is on the other side of the door and down the hall by two doors. Mateo’s cry seemed to get louder as Harry approached his bedroom door, something was really wrong with the shrills of Mateo’s crying. Making a pang of hurt hit his heart at the thought of his and Y/N’s little joy was hurting, scared, sick, or something else that’s causing the four year old to cry like that.

“Fuck’s sake,” Harry cursed as he stubbed his toe against the doorframe, pain shooting from his toe. “Fuckin’ stupid doorframe.” He continued under his breath before reaching towards the door handle since he was close to the door from stubbing his toe against the doorframe. After a wandering hand in the darkness, Harry finally found the doorknob and turned it. Opening the door to a dark hallway with the lightswitch on the right side of the wall.

And Mateo’s cries got louder, making Harry hurry down the hall in the darkness to his son’s bedroom. “I’m comin’ bud. Daddy’s comin’.” Harry stated loudly so the four year old could hear. “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Mateo cried after he heard his daddy’s voice.The cries of his son made each stab into his heart, making it break even more.

Harry opened the bedroom door that led to Mateo’s bedroom and turned on the main bedroom light since the paw patrol night light isn’t enough to see what was wrong with the toddler. Even though it did allow Harry to see some of his son’s wet face from the tears that fell down and a red tint to his cheeks from crying and something else.

However, with the main light, Harry was able to see that not only did Mateo have a wet face from tears but also vomit going down his chin to his spider-man sleep set, staining the fabric. Harry also noticed that Mateo may have vomited when he was asleep beforehand because there was a pool of vomit on his paw patrol comforter and sheets. Harry cooed at the sight of his sick son and walked over.

He knew that Mateo wasn’t feeling well, and neither did Y/N from their nightly facetime before Mateo went to bed for the night. Mateo wouldn’t touch his food from dinner last night and keep telling Harry his tummy was achy. Harry gave him something soft on his stomach and some medicine that’ll help settle his tummy and then he quickly ran to the store to get medicine in case he got sick.

And thank god Harry did so: because he did get sick. And the leftovers from what he had for dinner was all over him and the bed.

“Daddy, I don’t feel good.” Mateo cried, making grabby hands to Harry as Harry neared the toddler bed. Harry had to refrain from throwing up from the reeking smell of vomit that’s around the room and all over his child’s clothing, face, and hands. The sight of his child sick and crying broke his heart. He wished he had a superpower to make Mateo feel better so he’s no longer sick anymore.

“I know you don’t, Mateo. I know.” Harry cooed softly before bending down to pick up his sick son. He doesn't care if he gets sick or if his shirt is stained with vomit, all he cares about is making his son feel better and feel no longer sick. Mateo is sniffling and crying even more from feeling yucky. His skin was also sweaty from his hot temperature, his brown curls mated down from all the sweat. “Come on, bud.” Harry said softly as he picked up Mateo, scrunching his nose at the disgusting smell of vomit and something else that had a pungent smell.

“I had an accident, daddy. I’m sorry.” Mateo apologized through his tears, shaking from how cold he was and cuddled into his dad’s neck for warmth and clutched at Harry’s shirt with his vomit-covered fingers. Harry felt his heart break even more and wished that his bub wasn’t feeling like that. Especially when his green eyes are red from the tears running down his face and was coughing fit every few minutes.

“You’re fine, bud. You couldn’t help it, you’re fine. Daddy’s not mad.” Harry reassured softly, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple and rubbing his clothed back in a comforting way. Mateo threw another coughing fit as Harry stood up fully and started walking to the dresser that was sitting against the wall across where Mateo’s bed was sitting. The carpeted floor keeping Harry’s feet warm.

He was going to give Mateo a bath to clean him up and then take his temperature to see where it sits, also give him some medicine and see where they go from there. Mateo coughed again and whined from the pain that burned in his throat when he would swallow or cough. Harry knew what he was going through, having been there many times when he was little and now. Even Y/N did, everyone did. It was the common flu, everyone gets the common flu.

Harry was going through the drawers in the dresser to get another set of pajamas for the four year old, a fresh pair of underwear, and some socks to keep his little feet warm. Cooing when Mateo let out small whines and cries from the icky feeling he felt.

“Will mummy be mad that I had an accident?” Mateo questioned after sneezing. Harry shook his head before turning quickly to press another quick kiss to the side of Mateo’s head.

“No mummy won’t be mad at you Mateo.” Harry reassured before closing the dresser after getting everything he needed and tossed them over his unoccupied shoulder. Mateo whined and clutched at Harry’s shirt once again, shaking from how cold he was. Harry felt his whole heart break from how sick Mateo was, how miserable he was.

Complete opposite as to how he usually is. Happy, bright, always laughing and running around the house or outside. Talking to his parents about random things that popped into that little head of his.

“Come on, let’s get you in the bath and see where daddy put that medicine I got you last night.” Harry said softly, kissing the side of his son’s head for the millionth time as he made his way out of Mateo’s bedroom. The light was still on since he’ll have to go in there again later and put the dirty bed sheets and comforter in the washer along with Mateo’s vomit-covered clothing.

All Harry got in response was a raspy ‘okay’ from his son and then a horrible cough following after.

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After giving Mateo a bath and getting him changed into a fresh pair of pajamas, Harry got a shower himself afterwards and changed his white shirt to a gray shirt and kept the joggers. Mateo’s vomit-covered belongings were in the washer, submerged in laundry detergent, fabric softener, and hot water. Harry decided that Mateo will be sleeping in his and Y/N’s bed for the rest of the night so Harry can keep him close in case he needs something.

Now, they’re in the kitchen. The lights are low and not as bright so the lights won’t bug Mateo’s eyes. Mateo is sitting on the island that was in the center of the kitchen with Harry in front of him. Both of their chocolate curls were extra curly from being dry and freshly cleaned. Mateo was sneezing and coughing periodically due to the virus that was going through his system. Harry was wiping his nose for him with tissues while Mateo whined and tried to move his head from his dad.

“Okay, bub,” Harry murmured, throwing the used dirty tissue in the trash can before going to the sink to wash his hands. Mateo was sickly babbling to himself, kicking his little legs and patting his covered legs, trying to occupy himself while Harry was washing his hands.

“Is mummy going to call you on your pwone now.” He rasps, mispronouncing ‘phone’ as he looks at the back of Harry’s head for an answer. He heard Harry on the phone with Y/N – after she called him back after missing his first two calls and text – earlier when Harry was giving him a bath, the phone pressed against his shoulder as he told his fiance that their son had come down with the flu. Mateo got excited about hearing his mummy’s voice somewhat through the phone as his dad asked her what to do to bring his temperature down and where to find the stuff that she got prior.

He got to talk to his mummy briefly when Harry put the phone on speaker phone. Y/N cooed to him when she heard his raspy accent voice and the water sloshing around. She told him she’ll call him when he’s about to go to bed and will see him when she gets home. And then her and Harry had their own conversation outside the bathroom door, the door cracked open a little bit so Harry could keep an eye on Mateo.

But Mateo wanted to call him mummy now instead of waiting before he went to bed. And he was getting impatient.

Harry shook his hands in the sink to get rid of the water before grabbing a paper towel to dry his hands. He turned around to face the impatient child and leaned against the counter as he dried his ringless hands. Harry moved his head side to side to contemplate what he was going to say, making the toddler wait on an answer. He knew that the sick child was getting impatient and cranky from being tired and sick, and he wanted to hear his mummy’s voice and cuddle up to his dad before going back to sleep.

“Y’got to wait bub. We have to take your temperature, give you the medicine mummy got you, have something gently on your belly, brush your teeth, and then mummy will call right before you go to bed.” Harry listed. This made the toddler whine in defiance as Harry walked to the trash can to throw away the dirty paper towel. The whine was disrupted by the horrible coughing.

Making Harry’s heart pound against his chest. He turned around quickly and rushed over to where Mateo was sitting and immediately began rubbing his back to help him through it. Making sure that he got through the coughing fit he’s gotten himself into.

Mateo calms down after a few minutes from his coughing fit, his cheeks red from his fever and from almost hacking up a lung. Harry was still rubbing his back to calm him down as he was dry heaving from the coughing fit. Telling him ‘you’re okay bub, daddy’s here.’ and ‘I know, bub.I know you don’t feel well.’ Mateo calmed down and looked up at his dad, taking in his tired, yet concerned look on his features. His brows pinched together as he looked at his mini me.

Mateo whined at the pain of his sore throat and fever that was making him horrible. Harry cooed and ran a ringless hand through his curls before moving it down to his cheek and the other joining. Cupping his face to feel his temperature, feeling the hot skin under his cold touch. Mateo shivered at his dad’s cold touch, already feeling cold and didn’t want to feel any more coldness.

Harry removed one hand and moved the other that was one his red cheek to his temple to check it to see if it was as hot as his cheeks were. And his suspicions were confirmed when he felt the burning skin under his cold palm. Mateo had a really high temperature if his skin was that hot. He then pulled his palm away and turned around to go to a cabinet behind him to find the thermometer they placed a few years back, placed with the many other things they got for their child when he was acting like he wasn’t feeling well or when they were under the weather.

Mateo yawned from the virus taking a toll on his body as he waited for his dad to return with the thermometer to see what his temperature was so that Y/N could know when she gets home so she can help Harry get their son on the road to recovery. Even though Harry is doing a great job on his own, Y/N still wanted to help her fiance with their sick son.

Once Harry got the thermometer from the cabinet and closed it before turning around to Mateo. When Harry turned around to face the four year old, with the thermometer in hand, Mateo was knuckling his eyes with his small hand from how tired he was, his eye lids hiding his olive green eyes and he was still shivering.

“Let’s get your temperature taken and get something in your belly and we can head to bed.” Harry softly spoke to the toddler as he approached him. Harry’s deep accented voice made the toddler look up at him, still knuckling at his eyes, but opened one. Revealing a green iris.

“We call mummy?” He rasped, his voice almost gone from all the coughing and the sore throat he had. “You and mummy pwomised to call before I go to sleep.” He lipsed, looking up at Harry as he got closer since it was a short distance to the island from the counter.

“Yes, I will call her Mateo,” Harry stated, pressing the power button on the thermometer to turn it on. Mateo eyed the object that was in his father’s hold suspiciously, like it was going to hurt him or something. He was used to having a thermometer in his ear and not one that goes under his tongue. But since Mateo was four years old, he was able to lift his tongue to put the thermometric sensor of the thermometer under his tongue so his temperature could be checked.

“It’s okay, buddy. It’s not gonna hurt ya. I just need to take your temperature to let mummy know what it is and then you’ll get something to eat and we’ll call mummy before you go to bed.” Harry reassured the toddler before opening his mouth and lifted his tongue a little to demonstrate what to do to Mateo. Mateo watched while playing with his fingers, hesitating about what to do. He didn’t like this new thermometer his mum got him and he didn’t trust it at all.

Harry noticed and closed his mouth and frowned at the four year old who was still looking at the thermometer with distrust, sweat already collecting from his fever. “Bub, can you please just do this for daddy and mummy. And you’ll never have to do it again. I promise.” Mateo looked up at his father with doe green eyes that had a watery look to them, like he was about to cry. Making Harry’s heartbreak even more than it already was if that was possible.

Mateo then held up his tiny pinky finger and looked at his dad with a now hopeful look. “Pwomise?” Harry felt his lips pull in the end in a small smile at his son doing what they taught him a while ago about pinky promises and how to trust a pinky swear when he or someone else makes a promise. And to always remember that promise no matter if there was a pinky promise involved.

Harry’s heart was beating happily against his chest from how adorable his son was from a small interaction he was doing to ensure that he dad was going to keep the promise of never using the thermometer ever again. And Harry had a big smile on his face, dimples showing off as he smiled down at his son. Mateo reciprocated the smile with a sickly big one, his pale skin contrasting his lips. His own little dimples poking out, just a little not like they usually were.

“You got yourself a promise there, bub.” Harry promised to outstretch his left hand since his right hand was holding the thermometer. He wrapped his bigger pinky finger around Mateo’s smaller one, making the promise to be true and kept to Harry’s word of the thermometer being used ever again.

Mateo moved his pinky first, placing his hand on his leg before opening his mouth and doing what Harry demonstrated to him of what to do before. Harry smiled at him again, this time a close smile that was small as he dropped his left hand also before moving the thermometer close to his son’s mouth. Once the thermometric sensor was under Mateo’s tongue, Harry told him that he could close his mouth and Mateo did so.

Mateo was making up a beat against his legs as he waited for the thermometer to be out of his mouth and Harry was grabbing his phone, which was luckily on the island besides Mateo. Mateo was watching his dad’s every move, making sure that his dad wasn’t out of his sight. Going crossed eyed when looking down at the thermometer that was sitting in between his lips.

Harry smiled at his home screen. It was a picture he took when Mateo and Y/N were looking through a vineyard in Italy. It was when they were on a vacation during the past summer when Mateo was two years old. They were walking in a grape vineyard. The Italian sun beaming down on them, making their skin glow. Making Y/N even more beautiful even though you couldn’t quite see her full face since she was turned to the side. But her bright smile as she smiled down at Mateo who was reaching for a grape his mother was holding.

Curious as to what she was holding, his hand was smaller than her’s. And her ring finger was bare of an engagement ring.

She was wearing a beautiful light green off the shoulder sundress that was above knee. The lace along the puffy sleeves and on the sides of the front. A little bow around the neckline and white flowers all around the dress. She also had on a tan sun hat with a light-yellow ribbon around it, the ends of the ribbon going towards the end of the back. And tan sandals to finish the outfit.

And Mateo was wearing a cute blue shirt that had the caption ‘funny bones’ in white silly font that was sitting above different types of animals and mammals with their bones showing. He had black knit shorts with a tie to keep them up with black crocs with light green t-rexes and x-rays of t-rexes on them with a light yellow heel strap. A blue bucket hat on his chocolate curls to keep him from the sun.

He could hear the laughter from Y/N the memory the picture holds, her voice calling out to Harry for him to see what their son is doing.

After Harry unlocked his phone, smiling quickly at his home screen which was him, Y/N, and Mateo asleep on the couch during Christmas when Mateo was 3 months. Anne took it when she went to get them for dinner and saw them sleeping on either side of a sleeping Mateo. The Christmas tree lights shining on their bodies as they slept peacefully next to their son.

Harry quickly opened the messaging app on his phone and quickly placed it on the island right on time when the thermometer beeped. Informing him and Mateo that the four year olds temperature has been taken and is ready to be read by Harry. Harry immediately reached for the thermometer and took it from Mateo’s mouth to check the temperature.

His heart was beating against his chest in anticipation for what the results of his son’s temperature was. Is it higher than he thinks it is? Or is it not as bad as he thinks it is? Will he need to take Mateo to the hospital if it’s too high?

Harry’s brain is going all over the place, he just wants his little bub to feel better and get this horrible virus out of his system. Harry holds his breath while he feels his son’s green orbs watching him.

Once his eyes land on the numbers that were presenting themselves to them, Harry lets out a sigh of relief.

101.3 degrees.

It’s not as high or as bad, thank goodness. Harry makes a mental note of the temperature in his head before turning it off and placing it on the white marble countertop and beside Mateo before tapping on his phone screen that was darkening a bit. He picked up his phone and typed down Mateo’s temperature real quick to his fiance before turning it off and putting in his front jogger pocket and turning his attention back to the sick four year old.

Mateo’s green eyes were droopy and his head was leaning forward from where he was sitting. He was ready to go to bed for the rest of the night and probably through the entire day until he had to take medicine again during the day. Harry walked over and picked the toddler up, kissing the side of his head and murmured to the four year old.

“Come on, let’s take your medicine, get something in your belly, and get you ready for bed.”

All he got in return was a small sleepy nod from Mateo and felt Mateo’s curls tickling his jaw when the toddler nuzzled his head against his dad’s neck. Dozing off in his father’s grasp. Harry gathered the things he needed for Mateo with one hand with ease before they headed to the family room for the night.

And let’s say, Mateo was happy to do so and didn’t put up much of a fight when it came to taking the medicine, along with a cold cup of ice water and some crackers.

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Y/N sighed as she walked through the doors of their house. Her eyes and body are heavy from the stressful, tiring day of traveling back home and being jet lagged. Her hair in a sloppy bun, some strands hanging in her face. One of Harry's hoodies and her sweats were wrinkled from naps she'd taken before and during the flight home. And smell coffee, her perfume, lingering on her clothes.

The smell makes her have a headache. The awful smell contrasted from the smell of her cafe. She loved smelling and having all over her clothes because it brought comfort to her. As well as the smell of the candles that she and Harry have all over their house to make it seem like a home that is lived in along with the scent of Harry’s cologne that lingers in the air wherever he walks. The smell of whatever was cooked in the kitchen wafting throughout the house that made the house all warm and made tummies rumble.

All she wants to do is get a shower to feel refreshed and free from the smell ,get into some comfy pajamas, have the smells she missed linger onto her skin and clothes, and snuggle up to her fiance and sick son and go to sleep until they all wake up.

She kicked off her white adidas and placed them by the door, leaving her in her sloth covered socks. Also the pressure on her feet went away some, making her sigh in relief and her eyes closing. She lent a hand against the doorframe of the front door, after placing her purse on the hallway table, and bent her head down slightly. Closing her eyes for a little bit before opening them up to see a cute family picture of her, Harry, and Mateo. The picture was in the middle with other one’s surrounding it.

It was when Mateo was 5 months old and it was a simple picture of Y/N holding a wide eyed Mateo in her arms with her and Harry kissing each other his cheeks with their eyes closed. It was one of their most favorite pictures when they got them from the photographer. Which is why it's the middle surrounded by a few others from the same photoshoot and a few others from different ones.

Y/N smiled at the picture before pushing away from the wall to look around for her fiance and sick son. She turned on the hallway light that was downstairs and wandered down it, her socks keeping her feet warm from the hardwood floor beneath her feet.

All the lights in the house were out when she got home, making the house completely covered in darkness. She knew Mateo wouldn't be in his room since Harry put them in the washer and then the dryer. And he didn't want to leave Mateo alone for the rest of the remaining time of darkness so there's only a few places Y/N has in mind of where her fiance and son might be.

Either in their bedroom, one of the three guest bedrooms, or the family room. Harry hasn’t texted her where they’ll be after he sent her Mateo’s temperature and that he’s given the four year old the medicine she got. And she was relieved that their son didn’t have a high temperature to the point where he had to go to the hospital to visit the doctors.

Her apple watch lit up for a moment, making her look down at it. Hoping that it’d be a text message from Harry, telling her where they’re at. But unfortunately it was just an email from one of the shipments for her cafe talking about a delay and won't arrive on time due to weather conditions. Sending their apologies for said delay with hopes of packages arriving the following days, and if they didn't she can get a refund. Thankfully the items in delay aren't that important for her to get stressed about, the items being cute little decorations to make the cafe cute. Holiday or not.

“Alright, where are you two?” Y/N asked herself, lowering her arm and started making her way to the stairs but was stopped when she heard voices coming from the family room. A voice way too deep and a voice too squeaky to sound like her fiance and son, and there was a light coming from the doorway to the family room. And a familiar snore that she knew was from her fiance.

Telling her where they are. Harry had put on a movie for their son to watch to go to sleep, making Y/N smile at the sight that was already in her head about what she’s about to see once she walks into the family room.

A sleeping Mateo asleep on a sleeping Harry’s chest. Drool falling from his mouth and onto whatever shirt Harry’s wearing, unbothered by the snores that are leaving Harry. Mateo’s small snores join in. Both of their curls everywhere and messy and Harry holding onto Mateo with his right arm while the tattooed left arm is hanging off the couch. Fingers bare of his rings and nail polish chipping.

A cute sight Y/N has walked in to see many times when Mateo wanted to see her when she came home, and Harry would too. Her heart was already beating happily against her chest and a smile was already blossoming onto her lips as she started walking to the family room.

The tiredness already left her as soon as the images of her fiance and son sleeping on the couch entered her mind. And she was excited and happy to see it in person for the millionth time and it’s never tiring to see. And she would never get tired of seeing it.

And when she walked into the family room, the carpet cushioning her sock covered feet and the screen illuminating the side of her face and the couch where her fiance and son slept. Harry had put on ‘Finding Nemo’ since Mateo was obsessed with Crush and Squirt from that movie and would ask her or Harry to rewind it so he can see them again and again until he was ready to see the rest of the movie.

The scene with Crush and Squirt along with the rest of the turtles was now over once she walked in. But she wasn’t paying attention to what was paying on the screen, her attention was on the adorable sight before her that she was already imagining in her head. But it made her happier to see it in person.

Harry’s right arm tightened occasionally around the four year old to keep him on his chest so he wouldn’t fall off his chest and onto the carpeted floor. Making Y/N awe silently at how Harry was making sure that Mateo didn’t fall when he was asleep. His phone was on the floor below his left hand, he was waiting for a text from Y/N telling him that she had arrived home. But he fell asleep before he could even see if she had sent him a text message about arriving home.

Which she didn’t.

And now that she was home, they could go upstairs to their room and go to sleep with their son in between them. She was ready to go to bed with the two people she loved and spend the day with and helping Harry with a sick Mateo and getting the four year old recovered from his flu and back to his happy self.

After taking in the adorable sight before her, Y/N made her way to the couch that Harry and Mateo were laying on. Her shadow casting over them from the light illuminating from the movie playing on the screen behind her, her heart fluttering at her little family that was sleeping on the couch. Mateo moved his head a little to get comfortable on his father’s chest and sighed contently as Y/N was getting closer to them, making Y/N awe in her head.

Taking a mental picture in her head of the sight before her. Even though she’d have a million mental pictures of this sight, it was too cute to forget. And she’ll never want to forget this sight… ever.

Once Y/N was now close to them, her smile broke when a yawn fought its way out of her mouth. She was really tired and it was time to go to bed. She kneeled down in front of the couch as quietly as possible, sighing softly from the action. They looked warm from the blanket that was over Harry, himself, and Harry was a space heater so Mateo had to be warm along with his pajamas and socks covering his feet.

Y/N turned her attention to Mateo and reached a hand out to check his temperature. To make sure that it’s not anymore higher than the one he was at. When she placed her hand on the cheek that wasn’t pressed on Harry’s chest, feeling his warm skin under her cold hand. Making the warmth crawl up her skin at the touch and her cold touch making Mateo shiver for a moment before moving closer to his touch, like he knew who the touch belonged to. Making Y/N’s heart beat happily against her chest, a small smile appeared on her lips and ran the pad of her thumb lightly over her son’s cheekbone.

Her chipped red nail polish standing out against his skin and her engagement ring shining in the light from the television. The diamonds twinkling in different colors as the light hits them. She leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on the toddler temple and moved the hand that was on his cheek to his curls, running her fingers through the curls to get the knots out as gently as possible.

“I love you bud.” Y/N whispered against his temple, before pressing another kiss and pulling away with the same small smile on her lips before turning to her fiance. Who looked handsome and peaceful when he was asleep, even though he’s always handsome. But when he’s asleep, he’s at ease and has nothing on his shoulders. And like stated before, he’s like a space heater through the night. Making Y/N take the covers off when Harry cuddles up to her when they’re sleeping.

She reaches the same hand out that checked Mateo’s temperature, her palm a little bit warm, and reaches up and runs her fingers through his curls. Lightly working out the knots in his hair. Silently cursing to herself when there was a tough knot that had her pull a little too hard to get it out and he stirred a bit before relaxing against the pillow that was underneath his head.

Y/N let out a sigh of relief but it was short lived once she started running her fingers through his hair she heard his deep voice that was groggy from not being used for some time.

“What time did you get home?”

Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice, her heart beating rapidly against her chest in fear and her chest heaving up and down quickly. She placed her other hand against her chest as she stared at her now awake fiance. Harry was looking at her with a smirk, feeling accomplished at scaring her. A dimple poking out from where the corner of his lips were stretched, making Y/N feel a familiar heat flood her cheeks.

"A few minutes ago. Maggie dropped me off before she headed home to her wife and kids. She told me to tell you 'hi' and wished for Mateo to get better soon." Y/N told her fiance softly, softly massaging her fiance's curls that had Harry closing his eyes with a tired sigh. Feeling the love of his life's fingers in his soft curls that he missed dearly when she was gone. Feeling how soft they were as she ran her fingers through them, his curls held the smell of her shampoo he uses because she's always there with him. When she's at work or right there with him, just in the other room with Mateo, somewhere in their house, or somewhere wherever they were when they were out and about.

"Y'still could've called me. I would've gotten you and brought you home." Harry told her softly, opening his eyes to reveal the emerald eyes she loved getting lost in every time she saw him. How his eyes had this light to them when he saw her, shone brighter as they'd look at her with love and admiration. Making her fall deeper in love with him – something she's seen online about what his fans talk about. His eyes, how handsome and beautiful he is, his singing voice, many more things about how kind hearted he is from fans who've gotten the chance to meet him.

"You need sleep, Har." She told the man before her softly, her eyes looking at the eye bags under his eyes from missed sleep. The tiredness in his eyes from how he'd fight to keep them open to continue to look at her. "Plus, you've got Mateo. I can't expect you to take him to the airport to pick me up while he's sick. You've done s'much already by taking care of him."

"You need sleep too, m'love. Plus, I'm sure he'd love to see you. Sick or not." Harry answered back.

She felt Harry move his left arm up to her wrist that was in his hair and pulled it, he pulled gently away from his soft curls and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. The feeling of his soft lips against the skin of her hand made a shiver go up her spine and butterflies to fly around her tummy.

Locking his green eyes to hers. Feeling his heart flutter when he finally got to kiss her, well her hand, but still he got to kiss her after waiting for her to come home from her long flight home. He took in her droopy eyes that still held love and admiration for the man in front of her, eye bags under her eyes, strands from her bun hanging in her face, her nail polish and the cuticles around her nails are red and swollen from the constant picking she did during her shift.

“Love, I hate when you do this,” Harry pouted at her, looking at her cuticles. Not caring at the chipped nail polish. “I know it hurts.” He continued, Y/N felt herself melt at how attentive he’s being to her and knowing that it hurts from seeing her constantly doing it, not only at work but at home or anywhere else. She felt herself melt even more when he brought each individual finger and pressed butterfly kisses on each one, caressing her knuckles lighting with the pad of his thumb.

“I missed you two while I was gone. I was worried about him,” Y/N began, nodding at their sleeping four year old as Harry repeatedly pressed butterfly kisses, humming to what she was saying and looking at her again. He looked at Mateo and back at her to see that she was still looking at their son in concern, her eyes full of worry.

Harry pulled away and moved his hand down to her wrist, holding it lightly. “We missed you too, he kept asking when I was going to call you when I was going to take his temperature. And when I finally did call you he was so excited to hear your voice.” Harry smiled, making Y/N look at him with the smile returned. Remember answering the phone call when she was Harry’s caller ID and heard Mateo’s excited raspy voice through the speaker.

“I know, I think I ruptured an eardrum when he screamed into the phone.” Y/N joked, making Harry quietly laugh so he wouldn’t disturb the sleeping toddler that was on his chest, but Mateo was going up and down from Harry using his lungs to laugh.

“I think I did too.” Harry laughed, releasing her wrist to wipe a tear away his olive eyes. Y/N was joining in on the laughter until a laugh erupted it, making a loud yawn leave her mouth. Y/N closed her eyes tiredly and covered her mouth to stop it from being contagious, but it was too late because a yawn left Harry’s. The both of them are tired and are currently envious of the sleeping toddler that was on Harry’s chest. Once they were done yawning, their eyes still closed to get some sleep until Harry’s deep accented voice broke through the silence.

“We should head upstairs instead of sleeping in the family room where there’s barely any room to move around.” He suggested, to which Y/N nodded in agreement, opening her eyes and went to stand up to turn off the TV but Harry’s hand reached out and lightly grabbed her wrist. Making her look at him.

He was looking at her with pleading green eyes, caressing the back of her hand. “Can I have a kiss or at least a peck before we go. Haven’t kissed you ever since I dropped you off at the airport last week.” He asked, making Y/N chuckle with a nod of her head and leaned down. Harry moved the hand that was on her wrist to her jaw and leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Making a shiver go down both of their spines and fireworks erupt through the bodies. And making them smile against each other’s lips at the familiar contact that they’ve grown to love, they could do it forever and never stop.

After the peck, Y/N searched for the remote to turn the TV off while Harry got up from the couch without disturbing Mateo. After the two things were done and the family room was dark but the two of them found each other and intertwined their fingers as Y/N led Harry out of the family room to go to the stairs that led to their room, Mateo, and the guest rooms.

Y/N and Harry walked up the stairs to go to their bedroom, a sleeping Mateo in Harry’s arms. One of his little arms moving back and forth with Harry’s steps and some drool falling from his mouth and onto Harry’s gray shirt. Along with small snores leaving his lips. Yawns leaving Y/N and Harry’s lips as they now made their way down the dark hallway.

Giving each other tired smiles as they looked at each other. And then at their little sunshine that was passed out in his father’s arms.

They were ready to turn in for the night. And hopefully their little bub will be feeling better throughout the day.

And hopefully neither of them will be getting sick.

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adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy · 2 years

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You forgot the most important one…Japanrry was happyrry 🥺🥺

JAPANRRY WAS FIANCERRY/HUSBANDRRY/HONEYMOONRRY

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mindofharry · 3 years

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what would be your screen saver for boyfriendrry, fiancérry, husbandrry, and dadrry? would they stay the same? would you change them?

AH I LOVE THIS??? OK LET ME SEE!

boyfriendrry:

fiancerry:

husbandrry:

dadrry:

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot

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virgorry · 2 years

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idk why but this photo makes me so happy, he looks so warm.

it gives me big fiancerry vibes

https://images.app.goo.gl/7P8aWJwZgoVq1qTU6 🧸

HE REALLY DOES THOUGH

I LOVE WHEN HE WEARS OUTFITS LIKE THAT

#anon #🧸

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harrysmimi · 11 months

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Cheeky Monkey

Synopsis: YN's got a good surprise for Harry (600+ WC)

Ps. It's based on this ask

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It was one of those days when YN and Harry stayed home but did their own things.

It's the most amazing thing they both agree on. They're bonding but not at the same time.

Just just sat on the sofa with his guitar, practicing and finding new melodies. And YN was just around the house doing her thing on her day off.

Harry is really amazed now she cleans everything so ferociously he's just did and make it better. He still doesn't know what he does wrong that he misses few spots whilst dusting or vacuuming or mopping.

But today she was in kitchen making something she saw on Instagram. He heard the blender go off a couple of times, a few utensils clinging. She made a quick run to their bedroom and ran back in kitchen. Which made him confused at to what she's doing.

Whatever she's upto, he's sure, he'll get something to eat or drink. She's far more better at cooking than he is.

Just a few moments later, she was hopping her way out of the kitchen with a pan in her hands like an excited bunny. "Look what I just made!" She sang placing the pan on the coffee tablem

It was a brownie. Nothing new she's made.

"Brownie."

"No, baked oats." She corrected him, "apparently it's supposed to taste like brownie. Also, also, also..." She hopped her way back into kitchen and back out. "I made us some strawberry milkshakes!" She set the tray down beside her baked oats which had two spoons on there as well. He placed his guitar away.

"Isn't this supposed breakfast food baby?" He chuckled as she plopped down next to him, hand him his mug which was visibly smaller than hers, "why is mine smaller than yours?"

"It is breakfast food but who cares!" She exclaimed picking up the spoon and ignoring his second question completely, "it's like a little bit hot so be careful."

"You're weird sometimes." He shook his head but picked up the spoon to try some of the baked oats.

That's all she's going to eat for next month for meals if she likes it, he knows that. And it was chocolate, which she's obsessed with. It was surprisingly good. Not too sweet and it is healthy, also surprisingly.

"Oh my god, this is so good!" She exclaimed, "it's too sweet right?"

"It's perfect, baby, great job!" He gave her a high five.

"Thank you thank you." She smiled proudly, picking up her mug of milkshake which reminded him to try his.

"This is amazing!" He surprisingly liked it more, "I'm gonna need the recipe for--" the mug caught his attention. It was new. At least he's never seen it before. There was something written on it in messy handwriting.

"You make me smile and also super horny."

He chuckled, "you cheeky monkey!" He placed his mug down and tackled her on the sofa.

"You're tickling me!" She laughed squirming inside and she somehow found herself now pinned onto cushion, she can't move.

"I make you super horny?" He asked.

"Mhmm." She nodded proudly.

"Well isn't that nice? Wouldn't want you not horny." He leaned in closer and closer, just inches away from her mouth. His hand on her hip creeping upwards where he tickled her even more.

"Stop stop stop!" She laughed.

"They said romance is dead."

"Not between us." She corrected him, still giggling from tickle attack. "Now will you kiss me?"

"Hmm," he nodded and leaned down to press softest kiss on the apple of her cheek, which had blushing and nose scrunched up. "Is that enough?"

She glared at him, "move." She pushed him off her and sat up straight. Just for him to pin her down to the sofa again and button his mouth on hers hard.

"There!" He placed another kiss, but softly. "I love you."

"I love you." She lifted her head up to kiss his chin quickly.

They ate the entire little baking pan of sweet goodness and made love on the sofa, s typical day at home it was.

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Sweet Memories

Synopsis: Harry walks in on YN jamming to his songs whilst making lunch

CW: A fuck ton of fluff

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A usually Saturday afternoon at home it was.

Harry was working away and answering a few email interviews in the bedroom whilst YN offered to make them a nice lunch at home. He didn't like it when she was doing all the work by herself so he tried to finish up everything as soon as he could.

YN didn't mind doing everything on her own, especially when he's in London he's home most of the time with her does all the house chores whilst she's at work. Now he's working and it's only fair she does the same for him. This morning he had a few online interviews now he's got a few emails to answer to, get on a little online meeting with his Pleasing team for the new collection.

He still tailed her around the house in between, helping her fold the laundry in the living room as he was working in the bedroom to make a mess in there. He helped loading the dishwasher from breakfast. Fed the fish. That's all he could do today.

He was on the last call with Jeffery for the day when he got to know his fans have been making a huge deal of the video from YN's cafe online. Especially on Twitter. The media was making their own narratives because no one knew the whole story, him calling the girls out was nowhere to be seen. False narrative of Harry being pissed by his girlfriend's behaviour was being spread around, everyone even went as far as to make up their breakup rumours.

"Harry, don't worry about it. We'll take care of this." Jeffery assured him once Harry went silent on the line.

"Yeah, yeah I'm not." He spoke up finally, "I'll figure something out and let you know."

"I'll get the PR team on it, okay? Now go enjoy your weekend." Jeffery said before he bid him by and hung up.

When Harry finally walked to hear his debut album playing in the background in a very low voice, YN swaying to the the music as she chopped up the veggies for something she was making. Dressed in one of his black hoodie which was almost drowning her and her sweats, her hair tucked neatly in a braid on the back like always and her glasses perched up on the bridge of her nose. It was a new pair she got last week for herself and has been obsessed with it since.

"You have a great music taste baby!" He complimented her, dropping his phone on the counter. He went on to connect her phone to the little speak she had perched on one of the display shelves next to the fancy dinner set. To his surprise, Sweet Creature started playing.

She seemed too lost in her work, as she put some rice to cook in the electric cooker and got back to prepping for rest of the lunch. But she caught him perching up his phone on the coffee machine with the front camera on.

"What are you doing?" She chuckled. It wasn't unusual for him to take pictures of her or film their funny and goofy moments, especially when she's fangirling over her favourite celebrities. She knew he was about to do something goofy or cheeky.

He walked upto her, took the knife out of grip and placed it on the cutting board carefully before he pulled her closer to him. His arm wrapped around her waist whilst his palm was placed on her hip to keep her as humanly close as possible, he carefully took off her glasses and held onto her right hand with his fingers intertwined between her own after placing the pair on the counter next to them. He smirked watching the apples of her cheek grow crimson as she tried not to smile and give into his teasing by reacting, very well known of what he's doing. He started swaying both of them side to side delicately.

He sang to along his own self to her.

"Sweet creature

Had another talk about where it's going wrong

But we're still young

We don't know where we're going

But we know where we belong

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

It's hard when we argue

We're both stubborn I know, but oh!"

She mumbled a little, "no we're not!" looking up at him. Because they're not. Yes they just had an argument last night and Harry ended up being kicked out to the living room because he was messy pants and leaving his stuff all around the house. But they made up an hour later. They're not stubborn, but understanding. He chuckled nudging the tip of his nose against her in a puppy kiss.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home!"

He whispered the last word to her as if it were his secret. She could see each little pattern in his eyes, hints of blue and hazel dominated by shades of green and his pupils dilated through a gentle gaze which never moved from her eyes.

"Sweet creature

We're running through the garden

Oh, where nothing bothered us

But we're still young

I always think about you and how we don't speak enough

And oh we started

Two hearts in one home

I know, it's hard when we argue

We're both not stubborn

I know, but oh!"

She chuckled at the little change. It reminded her of their little picnics Harry used to take her to randomly to the Hyde Park, they'd eat junk food and laugh at funny videos on Instagram. They had to stop because his fans had picked on their pattern and they were bombarded by them twice. She disliked that, but there's nothing that can be done.

His lips brushed against hers as he sang to her, moving back when she tried to kiss him. He brought her hand to his mouth to place a smear his lips on the ring on her finger, making her grin sheepishly. He loves to play with her ring for some reason. He's fiddling with it when they're cuddled up on the sofa watching a movie or in bed getting ready to get a good nights sleep. He draped her hand over his shoulder so he could cradle her prettiest face in his hand singing along.

"Sweet creature, sweet creature

Wherever I go, you bring me home

Sweet creature, sweet creature

When I run out of road, you bring me home

You're my home."

That little change earned a soft gasp from her, enough to make her tear up. She finally got her kiss, before she pulled away enough to hug him. Her face having found a home in his chest.

"I love you so much!" She mumbled.

"No, I love you more." He play argued, making her lift her head up to look at him. Taking the advantage he stole another kiss from her.

Only Angel started playing in the background making both of them burst into fit of laughs.

"Ruined my own moment." He sighed dramatically, he grabbed his phone and turned off the recording and placed it back on the counter and turned off the music. He carefully placed her on the counter making room for himself in between her thighs and earning a squeal from her.

"Oh, it's getting hot in here!" She said in a sing-sang voice. No, that really make butterflies have a field day in her tummy. "Why did you do that?"

"Why not?" He shrugged. "Feel like loving on my Fiancé today."

"You don't feel like that everyday, how sad?" She pouted with her faux-concern.

"I do," he confessed, "but today I feel more like it."

"How lucky am I, that I get free, personal shows from you." She booped his nose with her pointer finger, making him blush, "you look cute when you blush!"

"Stop!" He shied away.

"Do you want to get started with wedding planning soon?" She asked.

"Yeah, we can." He agreed, "do you have any idea about you want it all to be? We can try to merge our ideas!"

She beamed at the thought, "yes, yes, yes! We can make a Pinterest board?"

"You want to do this just so you can Pinterest board, don't you?" He giggled. "But anything you wish for, my love."

"Yay!"

"You're adorable!" He planted a firm kiss on her cheek. "Do you mind if I post about our engagement online?" That caught her off guard.

"What happened to my private Harry?" She gasped.

"I'm serious, baby, I do want to share this so people stop talking." He breathed out, "please, can I?"

"Of course you can!" She exclaimed, "I don't mind, Haz. It's your account post whatever you want."

"Will you show me how to post it on the reels?"

She guided him through the steps of how to post on reels, he wanted to post the video he just took and used one of their engagement photos which Sophia sent just yesterday as the cover for the reel. He captioned with two ring emojis before he pressed the post button.

"Your fans are going to go crazy." She commented, feeling the hint of anxiety in her chest as the video was posted. She watched him limite the comments to just the people who he follows immediately, but about a hundred of his fans managed to comment on it very fast.

"They are." He agreed. "What were you making by the way?"

"Just some usual, Okra and Roti." She shared.

"Hmm, sounds delicious, baby." He helped her off the counter. "Looks like you're done with everything but do you still any help?"

"No, I'm almost done here." She said.

"Dinner is on me then."

"If you're not going to burn down our kitchen."

"Come on, that was one time!" He fake cried, whining like a toddler. "I burnt a piece of bread."

"And your fingers." She added.

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harrysmimi · 6 months

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Harry From Bar

Synopsis: One where YN is conflicted but Harry is there to support her.

Ps. Mentions of abortion and religion pls do not read if this is smth bothers you. And if you are planning to read it, keep an open mind and spread no hate. This is just a work of fiction and NOT real life.

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YN was sat on her bed in complete and utter and disbelief with her head in the palms of her hand. It is horrible.

"YN!" Her friend, Brielle yelled from her bathroom. "Who's is it? Do you even know?"

"Of course I do, I do not sleep around!" YN defended herself, crying like a baby.

Look, don't take her too seriously. YN doesn't judge other people and their life choices or even let other people do the same in front of her, but she is certainly not the one who would be going out of her way to do the same. She was completely sober when she slept with this guy (so was he) she met at the bar and had a nice two hour chat with. One can say, she let her intrusive thoughts win that day. They very carefully used protection during the entire time.

She quite took on a liking on him. He was charming, adorable and caring most importantly. It is something she was drawn towards. They even exchanged their numbers before she left his place, he texted her to make sure she reach home safely.

His last text read: Perhaps we can meet again?

And her reply was a simple yes to which he reacted with a red heart. And was the end of it. Yes she went down into spiral of the weird betrayed feeling for the first time from someone who she started to grow immediate romantic feelings for. It went on for about a month, she couldn't bring herself to text him. Now this is the third month.

You see YN missed her period for the second time and it did not take her long enough to put two and two together before she was calling her best friend over. This is something serious and had her going down yet another spiral that she had to take two days off work. That isn't like her at all, she loves her job and she hardly ever takes a day off from work. The entire point of her moving to a completely different country was her work.

"Then who is he?" Brielle asked, pulling YN back down to earth.

"The guy I met at the bar three months ago." YN let out a sigh and quickly added, "I haven't dared to sleep with anyone else, before you say anything!"

"Oh okay!" Brielle sighed, "do you want to keep it?"

"I, I, I honestly don't know." YN shrugged, "I mean I am certainly not ready for it and my grandfather and dad and brother will have me buried alive if they find out."

"Who cares about them!" Her friend sighed again and sat down next to her, "it's your body, do whatever the fuck you want to!"

"I know Brielle, but..." YN stopped herself, "I need to talk to him. But I don't know if I should call him or text him."

"Duh! Call him over!"

"I am scared, what if he thinks I am just to trap him? I quite liked him, we were going to see each other again soon but it never happened." And it started, YN cried her eyes out for next hour and half.

It's not a challenge for her to bring a human into the world and raise it, she is definitely financially capable of that, but she is not mentally or emotionally capable to do so. She still has so much to grow in her life and having a baby was further down her list of priorities, most probably after marriage.

Truth is, YN had been sulking around for about a week think the same and a pink plastic stick just brought her fears into reality for her. She's been contemplating her entire life since then.

"He is not going to think that." Brielle assured her friend, "if he does, we're going to kick him to the curb where he belongs and move on."

"It's not that easy." YN shook her head still sniffling on her tears. "I, I, I am going to text him, I can't talk right now."

"Okay, let's do it." Brielle urged her and YN finally texted the guy. Just by the start of the morning three days later she got a reply back.

Harry from Bar

- Hi, this is not Harry.

- I am Jasmine

- This number doesn't belong to him anymore I recently got this :)

That made her heart drop to her stomach. And she was all alone. Her best friend had gone home. It was luckily a Sunday for her and she had to go grocery shopping, even though she didn't wanted to she's still got to eat. She still got her reusable bag and drove to the grocery store.

She has been asking her pregnant cousin what she can eat and can't eat indirectly because she has no idea what to do.

It's just so confusing!

She picked out mostly junk food which she found appetising, which contained chips, ice cream, bread and butter and some other healthier options too. Lately she has been too exhausted to even cook herself meals for the whole day.

Just as YN was loading her bags in the back seat of her car she saw the guy from the bar walking into store with a girl. He had his arm around her shoulder. Now YN knew who it was, the girl was his sister. He'd shown her the pictures when he was sharing his weekend's experience with her that night.

Just as she was about done he saw her and approached her excusing himself from his sister. Luckily she had her sun glasses on to hide her swollen eyes from crying so much. Though her red cheeks and nose would be pretty evident.

"Hey, YN!" He chirped.

"Hi." She smiled shutting her car door.

"Haven't seen you in a long time." He started, "actually, let me rephrase that I wasn't in town for a few months so couldn't get back to you."

"Oh, I, I texted you yesterday." She started, still sniffling from her tears from three hours ago. "You changed your number."

"Oh, yeah." He smiled sheepishly, "I lost my phone and we couldn't find it. They gave me a new number, also lost all of my contacts. You sound sick, you alright love?"

"Yeah, I, uhhhhh, I actually wanted to talk to you about something."

"Yeah, what is it?" Now she had his undivided attention, which intimidated her even more to approach the conversation.

"Not, not here please. Can we like go somewhere private?" She could hear her heart thump in her ears.

"Okay, you wanna go to mine?" He asked.

"I, I have groceries in my car. It's not that urgent anyway." Harry could tell it is indeed something urgent and she is making excuses.

"Then we can go to yours." He announced, "I will tell my sister she can take my car, we can go to your place and talk."

YN just nodded in agreement. He just walked over to his sister for a minute meanwhile YN got herself a few seconds to gather herself up. She's been going through a shit ton of emotional turmoil and, balancing a very demanding job with very little food and nutrition was never a challenge for her but with a growing fetus inside in a different story. Her lifestyle works for her, but it is not working while she is clearly pregnant. She knew she shouldn't have gotten that ultrasound there it's fucked her up emotionally even more.

"Okay shall we go?" Harry came back to her.

"Mhmm." She nodded. She some how managed to drive to her place and Harry carried all her groceries upto her flat for her. "You want water? Or tea, or coffee?"

"Water is fine, thank you." He nodded.

"Please, have a seat." She insisted as she reached for a glass. He watched her as he sat on the bar stool behind the kitchen counter. The flat with a loft bedroom was small yet incredibly lavish and luxurious looking, maybe it's the way she has it all set up. He also noticed she haven't taken off her sunglasses yet. She sat the glass of water in front of him and walked around the country. "I will be back, just a second." She went into her bedroom upstairs and came back down with a with a blue folder and without her sunglasses.

"You alright YN?" He asked, now clearly worried seeing her red puffy eyes.

"I don't know how to tell you," her voice cracked as she tried not to cry but her eyes were pooled up with tears.

"Hey, what happened?" He was quick to get off his seat and go hug her the first thing. "It's okay. It's okay, I promise!" She wrapped her arms around him. "You can tell me, that's okay." He caressed the back of her head as she had her face buried in his white shirt.

"I, I, I am pregnant and I don't know what to do!" She cried out in muffles, "it's yours I promise!"

"Hey, hey, hey I want you to take in a deep breath for me, okay?" He guided her through the breathing exercise to get her to calm down a little. She just looked at him with guilt and hope in her eyes, "look, I trust you. Look at you, you've gone all pale come and sit on the sofa." He walked her to the sofa quickly fetched her a glass of water. "You need time to gather yourself?" To which she nodded.

Harry sat there in silence. Well, this wasn't the first time for him to go through a scare like. Certainly his past girlfriends went through similar situations but all of those have turned out to be negative, this time it turned out to be positive with a girl he knew only for two hours.

Well, he was quite smitten by her. And to be honest he really couldn't stop thinking about all these months, if it weren't for his phone getting lost he would have asked her out. He even visited the same bar a couple of time hoping to see her there, but he didn't and he eventually had to go on the tour in America. He'd nust gotten back home a two days ago and now he's gotten the news that he could potentially be a dad now.

But, whatever YN wishes to do. She seems very conflicted to him. If she choses to not keep it, he'd support her. If she choses to keep it, he'd support her anyway and step up to be a present dad regardless of where his relation with her leads.

They both sat there for what seemed like to be hours but in reality it's just been ten minutes. "Can you please fetch that folder?"

"Yeah." Harry quickly got up and brought her the blue folder, from which she took out a few reports.

"Got these pictures yesterday when I went for the appointment." She showed him the grainy ultrasound pictures, a seahorse looking silhouette was the cutest thing ever, it took his breath away.

"Oh, I see them!" He whispered, pointing his finger to the obvious human fetus silhouette. His eyes pooled up with tears.

"Yeah." She nodded and they both sat in silence again, or at least Harry could feel his heart thumping in his ears.

"Oh my god!" He took in a deep breath to face the conversation, "you want to keep it?"

"I don't know." She looked down at her hands in her lap, "I don't know honestly. But if you don't want to have to do anything with this matter, I understand."

"Don't say that." He moved closer to her carefully, "I want to be there to support you, no matter what your decision is. At the end of the day it's your body you're going to house a human for nine months in."

"Do you want it?" She asked, "don't give me a diplomatic answer please."

"I do want a baby, I want to be a dad one day or other, yeah. I think I'd want this little one." He admitted after yet another silent pause from him. "I don't want you to base your decision on what I want YN."

"I know." She nodded, "I know I will be a bad mother, I am not emotional there to be a parent plus I'd have to deal with my family for getting pregnant like this. But I don't want to get rid of it, I know this will sound stupid but I don't think that's the right thing to do with an innocent life. I don't want to kill it."

"It's not stupid, your feelings are valid." He took her hand in his into a gentle hold, "if you don't feel ready for it, I say don't do it. Even though you'd have plenty of time to prepare, but if you really think you can't, then you shouldn't have to."

"You are not helping." She started sobbing again.

"Hey, can I hug you?" He asked carefully approaching her to which she responded with just curling up next to him, he wrapped his arms around her. "What do you want now? And be honest with me, please."

"I want to focus on my career." She shared, "it sounds mean, but I am really not ready. It's going to be a big conflict as well because I am not married I just don't know what to do!"

"Hey, first off all, your feelings are not stupid." Harry corrected her, "you don't want the baby?"

"I don't know, but I know if I have this baby I won't be able to be there for him or her. I am not ready!" She sobbed again.

"Hey look, you don't have to." He announced, "you want me to go with you?"

"You will?"

"Of course, I would!" He squeezed her in his arms gently, "look you shouldn't feel guilty for putting yourself first. It's very important you that, yes it is difficult to make these kind of decisions. But put yourself first."

"Okay." She nodded, now slowly pulling away from him not wanting to make things awkward. "Did the condom really broke?"

"You want me to be honest?" He asked with a guilty look on his red face, she nodded, "I don't know honestly, got in bed immediately after we cleaned up. I swear I would have told you."

"I trust you." And to be fair she does, the man was asking for consent at every little thing. She was also fully present in the moment.

"Did you eat something?" He asked just to get a nod of her head in answer in disagreement, "you want me to make you something? Did you get pasta?"

"Yeah." She sniffled.

"I'll go make you some pasta." He placed a delicate kiss on her head before he was off to kitchen.

"Wait, you can cook?"

"That's sounds surprising doesn't it?" He chuckled, "well, turns out I can't keep a cook as I travel so much so had to learn to cook for myself." She just gave him a small smile.

In no time Harry was done with some delicious pasta, he plated up two plates and brought them back to the sofa just to run back and get water. YN honestly did not feel like eating but she felt too guilty to let all of his hard work go to waste. It was pretty good actually, she liked it.

"I, I, will make an appointment for Tuesday then." She spoke breaking the silence between the cutlery clinking on the ceramic plates.

"Sure!" He agreed, "I will give you my new number you can text me, I will come and pick you up."

"Mhmmm." She nodded again.

That was about it for the afternoon. Harry did gave her his new number and promised not to loose it or have it saved somewhere so if he looses it he can reach out to her this time.

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Tuesday rolled around and Harry was anxiously waiting for YN's text. It was way too early in the morning, but he was still ready for her text whenever she is.

To be honest, Harry really never got over the fact he still wants to see where things would go with YN if they both gave it a chance. He is just not so sure about how she would take it now given the situations. He is really smitten by her, so much, he will admit it shamelessly. He still finds himself grinning like an idiot when he thinks about their first interaction.

How she thought he was his own doppelganger, how she mocked him for solid fifteen minutes with an untouched wine glass in her hand. In her opinion she'd rather spend four pounds on the cheapest glass of wine even if she doesn't drink to keep the creepy men away from her.

She talked to him, apparently he wasn't being creepy and did not ask to buy her a drink. And most probably because she was having so much fun mocking him and laughing. He still doesn't know how that night happened honestly. It was blissful.

To pull him out of his day dreaming his phone started ringing, it was of course YN.

"Hello love, good morning!" He said as he answered the call, sounding way too excited.

"Hey, good morning." Her morning did not sound so good, "I called in the clinic yesterday after work they said they couldn't fit me in, and I like already took next three days off. Do, do you think you can me out here? Now I know I should have called them earlier but I had to run in early for work, there was this important thing I had to get to which I had been putting off..."

"Hey, look you don't have to explain yourself." He assured her, "let me make a few calls and we'll take care of it okay?"

"Okay." He let out a sigh, "please call me back, I'll call my friend too."

"I promise, will call you back. Give me half an hour." He reassured her again before the call was ended.

He called in his manager, and the hardest calls to make were to his mum and sister. He needed their opinions okay. He doesn't know if either of them have been into this situation but he hoped they could help. His sister told him about her friend who is a doctor at this private clinic, who she had referred her other friends too. Luckily both, his mum and sister were so nice and cool about it. To ease his nerves, it was good. Amazing actually!

He had called in the clinic and they actually had few slots open for an appointment, he made sure with YN first before booking one. Rest assure he wasn't ready for the questions she bombarded him with when he went to pick her up. The clinic wasn't so far away from her place actually.

Harry spent his entire Sunday night and all Monday researching about the pregnancy and everything which came with it. And everything about the abortion.

"Harry, it is a private clinic, I really can't afford it. Do you think they'll charge to cancel the appointment?" She panicked when he told the name of the clinic.

"Don't worry about it, we'll take of it."

"No, no, nope! I really can't afford it." She started to get stressed.

Actually she had spent more at hospital these past few weeks than she had her entire life. She had to actually dip into her savings which she was going to use to buy the flat she is living in. Maybe in a couple more years, or at least before he lease ends as her landlord was really looking to sell the property. And it was eating at her that a huge chunk of her savings went to something she could so surely avoided from happening.

"Let's just go in okay, let's just see what they say first." He parked his car and got out to get the door for her. YN was clearly nervous the whole time.

She had gone in for the procedure alone actually, she could apparently go home by the evening they said. If things seem good, or they'd have to keep her in for the night. Which none of them were prepared for. Harry had to wait outside for about an hour before he was told he could see her in the recovery room.

"Hey love, you doing alright?" He asked as he carefully entered the room. A nurse was checking up on her there.

"She is a bit drowsy, let her sleep if she wants to." The nurse informed, "she is doing well, you can probably take her home by evening." He smiled at Harry before he was out.

"Thank you." Harry acknowledged the nurse and carefully sat beside YN on the edge of her bed.

"You are blurry." She shared.

"You are under a lot of meds right now love." He shared, "you want to take a nap?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "I, I want to lay on my side but I can't move."

"You want me to help you?" He offered already helping her to lie on her side, well, she did it on her own anyway, "is it better now?"

"Yeah."

"I'll wait here for you, okay?"

"Thanks." Her eyes were already closed shut.

Harry sat right next to her for next three hours as she took a much needed nap. He found some old magazine to keep himself occupied, he read almost every little gossip and random facts column. He got to know ketchup was once used at medicine and shrimp's heart is in it's brain. Totally weird as fuck!

None the less YN was up in a couple of hours. She was doing well.

"Hi!" He greeted her as he placed the magazine down.

"Hi." She smiled back.

"How are you feeling now?" He asked watching her carefully, her forehead was all sweaty.

"I am warm, I don't know." She yawned.

"Want me to turn up the AC?" He asked to which she nodded in yes, he did so after he found the remote, "you need a minute or do you want me to call a nurse?"

"I don't want to see anyone right now, there were like five people there." She shared.

"Mhmm, do you need something?"

"Nope, I am good, thank you!" She smiled again now lying on her back.

"You did so great, the nurse said you can be discharged by evening hopefully." He shared, "what do you want for dinner, it's my treat."

"Oh, can we get burgers? I am really craving those I don't why!" She chuckled weakly making him grin showing off his dimples.

"Sure, anything you want, love." He carefully leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead. It felt natural in the moment but he felt awkward real quick. "Hey, can I ask you something real quick? I don't know, it might be a bit of a wrong time to do so."

"What is it?" She let her hed relax more into her pillow, still teensy bit drowsy from the medications but technically sober and in her consensus. Harry took a hold of her hand, the pad of his thumb rubbing over her knuckles.

"How, how about after you're feeling better and have rested well enough, we, we— I mean you and I can go grab dinner sometime?" He asked nervously, he is a little scared to be honest but he's trying his best to act cool. "I mean like a date. I've always wanted to ask you out to be honest!" A soft embarrassed chuckle left his mouth.

"A date?"

"Yeah, only if you want it to be." He added quickly.

"You, you sure you want that?" YN asked, her eyes welling up with tears in instance. In her defence she was starting to get cramps now, bht it was just the partial reason of her getting emotional.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He announced more than making it sound like a question, "was going to ask you out the same day but got a last minute call from my manager and then shit happened. Hey, why are you crying?"

"You're asking me for a date, I just got rid of your and my baby." She pointed out feeling guilty.

"Hey, hey, hey that's not why I asked you out my love, it's because I genuinely like you!" He announced to her, "I just want to get to know you, you are the most genuine person I've met in a very, very long time now. And you placed yourself first, don't have to be guilty about it. You know I wish I would have asked this the very morning I booked you that cab back to yours. I wish I wouldn't have lost my phone then."

"Really?"

"Yes!" He chuckled, finding her red nose now adorably funny, "I really do feel that way. Not asking you out just because I got you pregnant, lovie. I really do like you a lot!"

"I qm going to cry, stop!" And her voice was choking already as she spoke, which made Harry pull her in a warm and tight embrace.

"I respect your choice YN, that's the bare minimum I could do, you deserve so much more." He whispered in her ear.

It's been weighing on her heart, when growing up all she was taught that when she finally get married and get pregnant she has to keep that child and care for it, it's her duty to do so. If she felt otherwise, she was being ungrateful of the great gift. Her family is very religious, still. And by-product of that belief is herself and other five of her siblings. Though it is going to take time to get over those internalised misogyny, she hopes she can over come those really.

She really do wants kids, she is not sure how or when yet, but she does. This time felt just way too wrong to her. She can barely take care of herself let alone take care a whole new human and teach it how to go by their day and manage their emotions. It is definitely much more than just being able to financially take care of someone.

After what felt like whole ten minutes but actually had just been a minute Harry tried to pull away but YN wouldn't let him. "No, please don't."

"Oh, no I won't darling." He held her tight again, "you'd still let me take you out?"

"Yes!" She chuckled softly. "I want to get out of the hospital first please!"

"Mhmm, for that you'll have to let me go so I can go and get a nurse." He informed her.

"Oh, yeah..." He let go of him reluctantly.

"I'll give you all the cuddles you want, first let's get you out of here." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Soon they were out of the hospital and back at YN's. Harry was already planning a perfect date in his mind, given YN was adviced to rest (not bed rest) for a couple of days.

The next night Harry gave up and cooked up a nice and hearty meal for for both of them, they called it a date. According to Harry, that's the most romantic gesture he's ever done for anyone. Everything was starting to look like it was going to be fine.

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N O T E:

Okay, so pls bare with me, my brain is a bit rusted lately. I apologise if this one sucks. I tried my best.

Also, pls feel to point out any typos, or not. I do not have time to go ahead and proof read this. I have to catch up on sleep. Hehe.

Hope you like it!!!

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Kids In The Kitchen

Synopsis: One where Harry walks in on his girls jamming to Taylor Swift songs whilst making cookies. Later he has a nice chat with his daughter with loads of snuggles.

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Harry never knew how big of a Swiftie his wife was up until their wedding preparations started.

She didn't had to convince him much to make a playlist of just her songs to be played at their reception. Well, to feed into her obsession he invited Taylor to their wedding and YN had lost it that day. Their wedding night was also the night they both found out they're gonna have a baby.

Yeah, he dated Ms. Swift but his missus could careless. She's in fact jealous of him, her words.

It was inevitable that their children are going to be big Swifties as well. Even her cats seem to be smitten, who are named August and Archer.

Moon, their daughter has been listening to Taylor's music since she was still in womb. Harry knew it was going to happen.

He'd just returned home from gym to find The Man playing on a blast. Little Moon was jumping and dancing with her mother, which is nice. She's fallen sick last night, high fever and cold had made her all drowsy and sleepy. She wasn't herself all day. Both of the girls were dressed in their sweats and matching Lover hoodies.

Harry still doesn't know where YN found that tiny hoodie.

"If I was a man, the I'd me the man!" Moon sang the last lines. Surprisingly hitting right notes.

Why wouldn't she, her mum is a music teacher and her dad is a singer. Music runs in her blood. But for a two year old (soon Three!), her vocabulary is very developed, so is her pronounciation.

"Mummy!" She gasped when Love Story came on jumping and clapping her tiny hands together. "We were both when I first saw you..." And he sang along.

"Jesus, you know all the words?" Harry was surprised.

"Papa!" She ran towards him and hugged his legs excited. "Mummy and I making biscuits!"

"That sounds so delicious!" Harry gasped in amusement as he picked up his princess and walked back in kitchen, he greeted his wife a kiss.

"'cause you were Romeo an' I was scarlet let'er and my daddy sai' stay away f'om Juliet..." Moon sang looking at her Mummy who joined her and they sang the entire song together she clung onto her dad.

"Yeah, daddy is going to ask them to stay away from Juliet. You're too young for a Romeo." Harry squinted his eyes.

"Silly Papa!" Moon chuckled as she cuddled his side.

"You feeling any better now princess." He placed a kiss on her cheek and checked for her temprature with the back of his hand. She was still a little warm.

"Lil." She shared.

"Alright, Papa needs to shower." He placed her back on her feet carefully, but she was quick to climb back on her little step stool to help her mum. And eat the rest of chocolate chips.

Harry glanced at YN once before, she looked very tired. Fair enough, she's had a long week at work and Moon kept both of them last night. Whilst he got to get in some sleep she couldn't because Moon wanted her last night. He was going to force her to take a nap right after he's showered.

"Mummy I do it?" She looked up at her mum wanting to pour in the melted butter.

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The chocolate chip biscuits were being put into oven Harry came back out. Moon stood afar. She's a very obedient baby, she knows the real oven is dangerous for her to use just yet. She can still play with the pretend kitchen her dad bought for her as she was throwing a tantrum at the toy store.

She absolutely loves it!

Harry's sure she's going to be a Chef when she grows up as she's always after him or her mum during meal prep. It is always a nice sensory play for her, playing with the food of different textures, eat some too, and wear most of it.

But yesterday she wanted to be a Superhero and help people out when she's grown up. So who knows!

Now even Moon looks tired and drowsy with her medications making her all sleepy. She could use a nap too.

"Baby, do you want to go take a nap?" He asked hi wife, "you look very tired."

"Oh yeah!" YN agreed. Harry was proud of her for saying that.

It has taken her a long time to adjust and take time for herself. Coming from a very conservative family (Moon being born just six months after their wedding stirred up some family drama from her side) and growing up with her mum around most of time, all she knew was it was her sols job to be there for Moon.

Harry had done everything possible to tell her he's there by her side, and she doesn't have to feel guilty about asking for help. So seeing her agree for taking a nap in a heartbeat, melted his heart.

"Moo-moo do you want to take a nap as well?" He asked.

"Ummm..." She put a thought to it, her chubby pointer finger on her chin, "No!" She announced, "I wan'o watch Miss Amewicana Papa?" She made a puppy face at him.

She knows she's not allowed screen time more than a few minutes, she's also learnt that her puppy face works on her father. He of course agreed.

"Okay, let's go lay on the sofa, yeah?" He suggested, "Mummy can rest in her room and we can have a lot of fun!"

"Yay!" She squealed. "Mummy, go sleep!"

"Okay, your highness." YN chuckled, "you sure you can be alone?"

"Of course." He assured her.

"Okay, please take out the biscuits when the alarm goes off on my phone. I'm going to leave it out." She shared.

"I will baby," he nodded. She walked over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the mouth.

Harry and Moon got all cosy on the sofa. Her dad spooning her as she was buried under her Blankie.

Yeah, she's got a Blankie now!

They were halfway through the he documentary, he remembered to take out the cookies. Harry never in his wildest dreams ever saw watching a Music documentary of his long time Ex with his daughter. But here he was. Moon looked up at him, "Papa is that real?"

"What is real princess?" He was confused, watched her point her finger to the TV.

"That." She said, "Is she real?"

He chuckled, "of course baby." He answered.

"Mummy and I love her swongs!" She smiled, "she's very cute too. I have hair like her!"

She talked half sleepy, realising she's got blonde hair too which were slowly starting to get darker. She takes up a lot after Harry in that aspect, she's bis copy print, except few of her attributes and habits like her mummy.

Moon is perfect mixture of both of parents!

"You do, don't you?" He hummed, "you know when Papa was your age, he had same hair at yours."

"You were small?" She looked surprised.

"Yes!" He nodded, "everyone is small and they grow up. You're going to grow up too."

"I want to be like Papa when I grow up then!" She grinned, showing off her tiny teeth, "I want to be this tall." She raised her hand as far as she could to show how tall she wants to be, "just like Papa!"

"Yeah?" He was amused and smitten by the little girl, "you can be whoever you want to be. Papa will love you no matter what!"

"I love you!" She reciprocated and got back to watching her favourite documentary.

"You know Papa does that too?" He asked. She's yet to be at any of his shows.

Harry wants to keep her out of media and lime light. She can always get a private concert from her dad, he could play all her favourite Cocomelon and Taylor Swift songs at home.

It wasn't expected, but Harry has grown too protective of his little baby. When she's old enough, she can decide for herself. He'd take her everywhere she asks him to. Because no matter how hard they try to keep her away from cameras, there are those slight chances of all their efforts failing.

People hate on his wife enough already. He doesn't want that for his daughter who really did not chose to be born to a famous parent.

"Yeah! Mummy said you go an' play your music for your fwends." She nodded, "you have a lot of fwends?"

"Yeah, a lot of friends." He agreed.

"Does Taylor do that too?" Her questions kept coming.

"Mhmm!"

"Can we go?" She gasped.

"You want to go see Taylor Swift concert?" He was surprised what for he didn't know.

"Mhmm, is it somewhere we can go?" She asked, because the other day she wanted to go where Dragons from Dragon Tales live. She was left disappointed as it is not a real place.

"Yeah it is somewhere we can go, darling." He assured her, "you want to go?"

"Mhmm!"

"Papa will see what he can do then," he wasn't going to let his little princess down.

The Princess gets what princess wants!

"Can Mummy go too?"

"You know she will go with us baby." He shared. No way YN is going to be skipping a Taylor Swift concert!

"When can we go?"

"Umm... I'll let you know a month before, so you and mummy can plan your little outfits, yeah?" He suggested.

"You can dress up?"

"Of course you can." He chuckled at her amusement, "you can do whatever you want to."

Moon's questions kept coming as they talked. She got distracted many times during her favourite songs playing in the background.

She talks a lot. She's also very curious about every little thing he sees. The talking alot, she gets from her dad. Harry sometimes doesn't know how to answer her questions the way her two year old brain would understand. And he honestly doesn't know how his wife and people around him bare with him as well.

He never knew a lot of talking can be frustrating sometimes. But he isn't complaining, he loves hearing Moon talk. Her little babbles sometimes make no sense but she's adorable so she can have a pass on it.

She finally fell asleep after and hour of talking and singing along to the documentory. So did Harry.

With a thought of how he's going to take his little baby to see her favourite person perform live. He's going to have to put a lot of effort into getting the VIP tickets. Which he's willing to do.

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N O T E :

This is in honour of The Eras Tour starting. Ik I'm late. But it's a good time for us Swifties. *Cries ferociously in India*

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harrysmimi · 11 months

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CEOrry Pt.5

Synopsis: YN and Harry attend her friends wedding. A lot of things said and confessed

Ps. This is the last part.

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It was time for the twenty week prenatal check up and the ultra sound of course.

He was nervous. He haven't seen YN in about two weeks and half. He had to go back and forth Los Angeles and New York City for business last minute. But he had Jeremy drive YN to and from work, he has Lizzie check on her every other day or so. He didn't get to talk to her much.

Just to make sure she's doing alright.

The image of her in pain and misery is still hard to shake from his brain. He just wants to do everything possible to make sure YN isn't in any discomfort.

As new as it sounds. He cares for her. In more ways now. That is new.

She's sweet and caring. She is fiesty when she has to be, which is understandable. Being a woman is hard enough itself, though she's agree it's not an excuse for being an asshole to him.

He's seen her check up on her family as much as she could. Text her brother and dad as much as she could, especially when they're waiting for their turn at the doctors and she's got nothing better to do.

But today, it was something else.

She was going to see him at his place before they went to the doctors. He had an urgent meeting and he's been at office si ce last night, working overnight on this project with his team. He needed a nice hot shower and a change of clothes. And some food of course.

Just when he was coming downstairs, he heard YN's angry whispers from the patio. The door qas closed as she walked back and forth, bare foot, furiously yelling at someone over a phone call. He couldn't understand a word even though he could hear her clearly. She was saying something in her native language, except a few English words she used here and there.

"No, you listen to me you little bastard, you're going to give your phone to Papa at six every night. No going out, no drinking with friends, no seeing all these girls you see every other week." She was yelling at her brother she reckoned, "you're grounded until I see that degree of yours." She paused talking for a moment.

"Then I told you, do what you're interested in, you dumbo! I never forced you to study Business. I worked two jobs here just so you can go to the best college and study, I never expected this from you Veeraj! No! You're going to go take the re-exam, I want you to at least pass, my love! Then you can go ahead and do whatever you want. At least you'd try something."

Harry could see YN was on verged of breakdown. She looked so hurt and exhausted. Mentally exhausted. But she seemed to be calming herself there.

"That's okay! Everyone is not same, Vee, you gotta understand. I understand that. No one is really pressuring you to do anything you don't like. Rebelling is not going to be a answer to anything. I'm trying my best to help you out here. Just so you don't end up drowning in student loans. Now is really not the time for this. You've got to stop drinking, stop hanging out with friends who just take away from your energy. Set up boundaries for yourself. I'm not asking for you to grow up, I'm asking you to learn to take up your responsibilities. I'm going to be here to help every step of the way, whatever it is you want to do I'll find a way to support you, okay? Do you understand me?" She paused for a moment, "That's what I thought. Now I'll ask my friend to take you in for a few lessons. I want you to promise me that you'll do something to get yourself to be a better person, okay? Yeah. That's what I thought. Now go to sleep, and start fresh from tomorrow."

He found her very attractive. He kept staring up until after a few byes and I love yous YN hung up her call and sat down on the step of the patio, crying.

That's when Harry decided to step out and talk to her. "Hey, what's wrong?" He sat down next to her.

"It's nothing. I've been crying since last night." She said.

Lie!

He talked to her last night and she was laughing and joking, having the time of her life making fun of him over the voice call.

"That's not true, YN. You know you can talk to me, right?" He suggested.

"I know." She nodded, "it's just my little brother. He's got weird circle friends and drinking problems. I mean he's barely twenty. It's going since he was seventeen. It got worse when I moved here for my dissertation. Our dad can look after just so much, he's sick and his work took so much toll on him. He failed three of his classes last semester. Which is a lot given his last two year record. If he fails he's got to start all over again."

"It's all my fault. I never asked him what he wanted to study before I gave my own suggestions. I shouldn't have moved here." She mumbled as she sobbed.

"Hey, no, no!" He pulled her closer to his side with his arm around her back, "you try your best, don't you? And that's what matters."

"I don't know. He's like my own baby, I've been taking care of him since I was six. I can't see him doing things which are going to make his life miserable in long run. He's not like this." She finally chose to confide in Harry there.

She isn't a saint, she got drunk too. But that was the first time. That made her more guilty for yelling at her brother like that.

"We'll get him the help he needs, yeah?" He assured her, "you don't have to beat yourself up for something you can't have control over."

"You've done enough for me, Harry, I can't bother you more." She sniffled, "he'll get throught it, he's done it once when our dad found out."

"If you think so." He sighed, "did you had your lunch?"

"Mhmm." She nod her head, "I was hungry so I ate before I came here."

"Good." He smiled, "now do you want to come inside?"

"Just five minutes?" She asked, "and did you eat?"

"I'm going to do that now." He tried to hold back his stupid grin the best he could. She cares about him enough to check up on him even though she's an emotional mess in that moment.

"Okay."

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Another hour of wait for the monthly check up (twenty four weeks). YN was already over it today. She'd call it a day off she didn't had to go run some errands after at the bank and pick up a few things from the post office and things like those. Julia was going with her, so she didn't had to take cabs and tube and such.

She was just sat there, slumped and dazed off. Not noticing that Harry had quietly slid his hand into hers on his lap. She didn't realise until she heard another couple comment something along the lines of 'they're so adorable' now maybe it was for something else, but it caught her attention. Warmth in her hand grew slowly closing towards her heart there.

YN had so much going on in her mind, especially in that moment when she could feel the baby move.

They started moving just a week before she went to appointment solo. She couldn't bring herself to share that with Harry. She can control not sharing that. Even though she knows she shouldn't.

She can't have a say in the baby's life but she can at least have a control over this. Of course he won't touch her without her permission, or she'll kick his ass. But he won't.

YN have picked up on the baby's pattern. They were active mostly when she's feeling tired. Not to mention, the heartburn. She just wishes they're not as hairy as she was a baby. Her mum used to tell her how she couldn't even lie down when she had her. She was five and she remembered, she was just lying on her mum's lap as she asked her stupid toddler questions, her mum would answer to her the best way her five hear old self could understand. But with her brother, she could lie down and eat because her brother was a bald baby. But adorable none the less. She missed her mum.

Also she didn't wanted to share too much, before the baby was taken away from her. Well, it isn't her technically. She never wanted to give up her own child, but she did so she wasn't parentless. That was to save ber dad, who's perfectly fine and healthy.

And even though they're on time, they still have to wait at least two and half to three hours for their turn. Which is annoying on many levels.

"Hey, you're tired?" She heard Harry whisper in her ear to which she nodded. "C'mere." He draped his arm behind her on the chair, "just relax, yeah? Everything is going to be fine, I'm here."

She wanted to punch him in the face, but she understood what he was trying to say. Everything is going to be fine, she's going to be fine. So she leaned to his side just to be hit by the fragrance of his cologne in the face. But it was comforting. Weirdly enough.

"We've still got an hour and half." His voice was nothing more than a whisper, "you can take a nap, I'll wake you up, yeah?"

"I'll try." She agreed.

She could really use a nap. But in her own bed. Under her fluffy blanket, and AC on blast. Not at her place here. Back home. She's got a huge bed with comfiest mattress and bedding, she missed it now more than anything. She can cry to go back home and hug her dad.

She tried to sit there as still as she could with a baby inside her having a rave party. She watched Harry check few of his emails, they were from a same person with lists of products for a baby and a nursery. She doesn't mean to peep, she wouldn't have looked into his phone if it were related to his business. But it's not.

Now Harry thought she was fast asleep when he checked his emails until he heard a few soft sniffles from her. He peeped down to find her crying. "Hey, why you crying, darling?"

"It's nothing." She shook her head, "I just don't feel well, that's all."

"Just a few more minutes, yeah? Then we'll ask Doctor Wilson if we can do something for it. Hmm?" He suggested.

"Yeah."

"It's okay." He hugged her close to his chest.

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"Baby's got a lot of hair on their head." Dr. Wilson shared, "this sort of explains the heartburn." Harry looked back and forth between YN and the screen in front of them. "You can still feel the baby move?" To which YN nodded.

"You can?" He whispered looking at her with puppy eyes.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"You want to know the sex of your baby, Mr. Styles?" Doctor Wilson asked.

Now that made YN's heart sink to her tummy. But was the truth. She signed up for this. Doctor Wilson was the one who have helped her with everything from day one. She knew everything about the IVF and her being the surrogate and everything. But she noticed Harry glance at her for last minute approval. She didn't know what to say.

"We'd like to wait, thank you." He smiled.

He said we.

The appointment went smooth as always, doctor Wilson gave YN some advices to help her heartburn. She then had a little bit of time with just YN because she wanted to ask her some questions, which given if both the parties were couple she wouldn't mind asking with the partner in the room.

Doctor Wilson is very thoughtful, especially when she knew YN had personally asked for a female doctor, and that YN was a bit uncomfortable with Harry in the room at the beginning of the screening to see if she can carry a fetus to full term in a healthy manner. But her one question only directed towards Harry had her puzzled with her emotions that day.

She should just really talk to Harry. Right? Or at least try? He'll understand, right?

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She held off.

More so that more weeks went by, her health wasn't getting any better (the baby is very healthy) plus she's got a wedding to get through with. YN passed out three times in her bathroom, lucky she sustained no injury. She lied down on the floor carefully when she felt it coming. Her friends almost rushed her to the Emergency department the fourth time. But it was controllable. She went to see her doctor the very next day.

Harry wasn't in town again. He'd gone on another last minute call, this time it was for award ceremony for entrepreneurs and such. He was awarded with couple of awards there, it was just going to go to his every growing college in his office. YN had to go to her monthly checkup alone this time. And it was going to be only time she has to go alone.

But when he came back it was just time for Josh and Kayla's wedding. Harry was actually late, so Jeremy ended driving YN to the wedding venue two days before. He had no idea what went on.

It was the time when the bride and everyone was done getting ready, and they were taking pictures.

YN's dress was loose, she wasn't showing much even though the baby weighed half a pound more than it should be at twenty-one week. It was easier hide her belly.

Now she doesn't want to draw attention to her belly and take away from her best friend's special day. But she did snuck off to the bathroom in her own room next door to take a few of pictures on her phone, posed as where her belly is visible.

"YN you're being dramatic and extra. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She scolded herself as she looked through the pictures, just as she was about to delete those, she heard the bride calling for her.

"YN, your alright in there?" Kayla asked, "talk to me so I know you did not pass out in there, babe."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She called out. But not until she heard, the door knob being violently being shaken from the outside.

"Unlock the bloody door YN!" He banged on the door, "open rhe fucking door damn it!"

It was Harry knocking on the door, hard. She hoped he didn't bruise his knuckles when she quickly opened the door worried. "Why are you knocking so hard? Is your hand okay?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He glared at her ignoring her concerning questions. There was a hint of worry behind his anger.

YN looked at her friend. She just threw her hands up in defence, "I didn't tell him anything. He over heard it." Kayla explained, "I'll give you two a moment." With that she fled the room. YN sighed and walked to the bed in her hotel room so she could put on her shoes.

"Why didn't you tell me YN?" He followed her.

"You were away for work. I didn't wanted to burden you with my problems." She answered and picked up her left shoe. She was going to wear her sneakers because she can't walk properly even when barefoot. She trips and falls, especially at weddings.

"I expect you to share things like with me, YN." He sighs in frustration and kneels down in front of her to help her with her shoes. "How many time have I told you that, hmm? This is ridiculous. You, you think that stupid award function is what I cared about more?" She didn't say anything. He just looked up at her when he was done putting her shoes on for her and found her looking at him with puppy eyes.

Honestly, she can fight with him right there. But it's her friend's special day she doesn't wanna ruin it.

"You wanna talk later?" He asked to which she nodded. "Yes or no?"

"Yes!" She huffed getting up and walking towards the bathroom where she left her phone.

"Hey, YN, I'm sorry. Shouldn't have talk to you like that." He tailed her around as she gathered her stuff. She grabbed a lipstick, and stuff it in the pocket of her dress.

"You tied my shoe lace too tight." She ignored him like he did not yell at her even five minutes ago. Without a question he knelt down again to retie her shoes for her.

For the rest of the ceremony, leading upto the reception party none of them talked to one another but yet managed to savour and enjoy every minute, for her friends at least.

First it was the dinner then the reception according the bride and groom's plans. It was emotional, funny and sarcastic with all of the speeches. And the drinking and dancing began again.

YN was getting overwhelmed already. Especially after her little speech. She could still see Harry there, he looked pissed. She went to get herself a glass of water by the bar.

"Hello there." Someone went to sit on the stool right next to hers. It was Doctor Micheal Jones.

"Hi..." YN was confused seeing him there.

"Been waiting to talk to ya whole night actually. How have you been?" He asked.

"I've been good, what about you?" Oh how she hated the small talk.

"I'm great." He smiled. She noticed he's got dimples too, a blond stubble and both his arms were covered in random tattoos, she could see from the rolled up sleeves.

Wait, has she got a type?

"You're from the bride or groom's side?" She asked him before he could say anything further.

"I am Heidi, Joshua's step sisters cousin." The blue eyed man explained.

"Oh, that sweet."

"And you're from bride's side I believe?" He asked.

"Oh no, I'm technically from both of their sides." She giggled, "they're both my best mates."

"YN, darling can I talk to you?" It was Harry interrupting Micheal before he could even utter a word. "Come on darling it's urgent please." He grabbed a gentle hold her hand as he helped her down the stool making sure to take her water bottle from the counter. He guided her out.

YN didn't get to take in the venue when the sun was up. But the wedding was at the Stourhead House and Gardens in the county of Wiltshire, near the Apollo Temple.

It's the exact place where Kiera Knightley's Pride and Prejudice was filmed. Kayla's a huge nerd for books, hence her PhD in English literature. YN never understood how that girl can read three to four hundred page book in a day to a day and half max. The venue was also something Kayla and Josh had little arguments over until they booked the place for the day.

"What?" YN slipped her hand out of Harry's, the metal of his rings was warm and cosy but she's mad at him for talking to her like that. They're out of the party now.

"Let's go there, it's a little loud here." He grabbed her hand again and walked towards the Apollo Temple which was barely fifteen feet away from the party. Which didn't make sense because it was still loud. They sat by the edge of the temple there. "You're feeling any better now?" He asked. Watching her lean into the pole next to her.

She looks tired and sleep deprived there. Her phone placed in between him and her with the lockscreen lit up, it was half part ten then and the the background was of the first ultrasound picture he sent her. It was the phone he gifted her, she's really using it. And the bracelet, she was wearing it. The piece of jewelry went so well with her baby blue dress, a stretchy bodice and off shoulder opaque sleeves ending just by her wrists. She wore a silver necklace with a little gold charm on it.

"Hey, come on, I'm really sorry darling." He scooted a bit closer to her, "why didn't you tell me, hmm?" He tucked the loose strand of hair behind her ear gently and she finally looked at him.

"I told you, I didn't wanted to tell you because you were away for work." She shared, "you said you have important meeting. I went to the appointment so I'm fine now."

"You also said, and I quote, I don't want to burden you with my problems, care to tell me what that means?" For the first time they're having a conversation without yelling at one another, "because I never said you're burden, did I now? I apologise if at any point I made you feel that way, I never intended to."

"You didn't, I, I, I just didn't wanted to disturb you that's all." She shook her head.

"I was done with my meeting on day one, should have told me YN." He insisted, his thumb caressing the apple on her cheek tenderly, "don't want it to happen again, but you'll tell me when it does, no matter how busy I am, yeah?"

"Yeah." She agreed.

"Have you been sleeping well?" He enquired.

"No, I can't lie down without feeling like my esophagus is burning." She shared. Truthfully. "Doctor said the baby's got way too many hair on their head. I'll give you the picture when we're back in Hampstead."

He cracked a smile, "about that..."

"What?"

"I, I actually forgot what I was about to ask you." He covered up for himself. He wanted to tell her that she can be in the babies life, he can get the agreement terminated and all. But it felt weird.

He knows she wants her own kids, that's why she was hesitant at first. But telling her now would sound wrong. He doesn't know if she wants to be a parent just yet. He'll tell her when he finds a better way to approach this subject.

He also so badly wanted to tell her how he felt. He really, really liked her. Hell and heavens he thought he's borderline already in love with her there. But he just held off. At least for now. It'll be too much for both of them. He actually really wanted her to be around the baby, he's seen how she always tries to look away from the screen at the ultrasound or talk less about the bahy with the doctor. How she asked for him to send pictures of the ultra sound print they got, and now it's her lockscreen.

"do you wanna go back inside?"

"Not really, I don't like weddings." She shrugged, "I told Kayla, 'if I got MIA for after a bit, don't worry'. Do you want to go in?"

He chuckled softly. "No, I don't like weddings either."

"Awh! Why?" She cooed, "sorry, I forgot no questions."

"You've asked me way too many questions, we're way past that." He pointed out.

"And I got no answers to those questions." She added immediately.

"Touché." He looked down sheepishly. "I found out my Fiancé and partner of six years was cheating on me, the morning of the wedding."

"No, that's so fucked up!" She gasped, "I don't get it why people cheat? Like what the hell?"

Harry giggled at her very honest and blunt reaction, "it's alright, I'm over it now." He shrugged. "It was the second time actually. Being cheated on. Wanted to adopt a kid at first but a single man with a busy schedule is not anyone's first choice. Tried for about three years."

"Understandable. I'm so sorry that happened to you."

"Why do you hate weddings?" He diverted the subject to her now.

"My reason is a bit more depressing." She said with her hand into a pinch to say how much more sas her reason is with a slight wink of her eye.

"I'm sure, but I'm here to listen."

"Trauma bonding, are we now?" She nodded her head squinting her eyes, "my mother died when I was six and my little brother was just two-three weeks old. Of course there was a wedding in our house so everyone was away except me, my dad and my mum with my brother, well 'cause she was sick."

"I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"It's fine, I've had twenty years to learn and grow." She shrugged.

"Do you mind me asking what happened?"

"She had a c-section with my brother and the internal stitches ripped open because she was throwing up and coughing so much. I was there when she, uhhh, you know... My dad was out getting us dinner when all of that happened." She moved back a little bit to sit comfortably with her legs criss cross, using the pole as a back rest, her hand resting on her bump as if on autopilot.

Harry just sat there looking at her as he processed all of what she said. She was six. Watched her mother die. That explains her fear of throwing up.

"Don't look at me like that, your green eyes scary." She laughed.

"I'm just trying to process." Harry shared, "What was her name? Your mum's name, I mean."

"Sofia." YN shared.

"That's a beautiful name." Harry cooed and took a moment to mirror how she sat. "Why don't you tell me about her?"

"You want me to talk about my Mummy?" She looked at him puzzled to which he just nodded, "well I've only known her for six years. But she was a doctor like me. A little crazier 'cause my dad told me once she was going for another doctorate. I never want to touch that ever again!"

"So you come from a family of a geniuses." He commented joining her laugh.

"You can say that. She had like three cats, only one of them is still alive. He's old man now. I brought him home on my way back from school he was about three months old, so he's technically my cat. My dad was furious, but who can go against mum's. I mean who's got that kind of audacity, right?"

"Exactly!" He agreed with his own dramatics, "Mum's are the best!"

"Not all of them, my step mother is a total witch. Witch not a bitch. Can't swear like that." She shared. "My mum was the principal of my school. And everyone loved her, obviously. As they all should. That's pretty much it. What else you want to know?"

"She sounds like an amazing person." Harry said. "I'm trying to figure out something though. I wasn't a hairy baby, nor my sister or my mother or dad. How is this baby so hairy? How did doctor Wilson even see that?"

YN looked at him in disbelief, "you failed your science classes by any chance?"

"Yeah, twice but what does that have to with--" he paused, "oh, oh. I'm sorry I didn't to say it like that. I also didn't want to assume. Just looking out for you that's all as you said you can't lie down and--"

"Okay, okay calm down." She stopped him, "it's okay, it's okay."

"Did she tell you what you can do to help with the heartburn?" He asked.

"Nope. Can just hope for the best." She shook her head.

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright. F.Y.I. sir, I was a very fussy baby as well. Good luck with that."

"You're joking?"

"Nope."

"You're joking!"

"I am not."

"Yes you are, you cheeky, you're laughing."

Now she was laughing, "you saw how much I still cry, right?"

He sighed, "yeah."

"We should go back in, they're about to play my favourite song." YN suggested. Harry was up on his feet immediately ready to help her up.

"Yeah? How do you know that?"

"I made the playlist, duh!"

They walked to the wedding party back. Or more like, Harry followed YN like a little smitten little kitten. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran started playing.

"Would you like to dance with me, ma'am?" Harry offered his hand with extra add on of his charm.

"I'd love to." YN placed her hand in his. Harry took the opportunity to lace his fingers through her in a delicate hold, and slid his other hand around her waist. The baby in between wasn't enough to keep a modest distance.

"This alright?" He whispered as he swayed both of them to the soft tune.

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"What is with you and that doctor?" He asked all of a sudden looking behind her.

"Who? Doctor Jones?" She asked.

"Mhmm."

"Nothing. He's just a nice dude. Why did you ask that?"

"He's been oogling at ya the whole day!" Harry scoffed.

"By the way this is my favourite song." YN tried to change the subject and it worked.

"Is that Ed Sheeran?"

"Yeah!"

"He's one of my best mates." He casually bragged.

"You're kidding?"

"Nope."

"You are kidding!" She gasped.

"I am not. I have his number."

"You have Ed Sheeran's number?" She sounded gobsmacked.

"Yeah."

"Oh my god! Can you get me his signed record?" And she gasped again at her own idea.

"He's on tour right now, but I'll try." He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, he place her hand in his on his shoulder as he reached to tuck her hair behind her ear again. "You look very pretty tonight, have I told you that?"

"I don't know." She shrugged nonchalantly, but she's screaming inside.

YN tried her best to keep her feelings in check. Like, it's not right. Today though, she did took time to really just take all the feelings in.

Oh boy, did he looked extra, extra dreamy today!

His hair grown out a tiny bit. He now styled his hair in a middle part, his stubble ever so slightly showing. His eyes looked so vibrant and relax, like there were no worries about anything behind them.

And today is about celebrating love too!

He wore a baby blue suit, with his staple white dress shirt. Which is always see through and top three buttons undone. His classic cross necklace, he switched it out to a gold one few weeks ago. And the tattoos on his pecks peeking through as always, which she believed are some kind of birds surrounded by little hairs on his chest.

It was touch of his soft thumb just under her lip which brought her back on earth. His face was just so close to her. That's when someone screamed her name.

"Oh god!" She was spooked.

"It's alright, who is that?" Harry asked looking behind her. It was one of Kayla's childhood friend, Hadleigh.

"YN!" The girl exclaimed as she approached her.

Now, Hadleigh and YN hardly talk to one another. But when they first met, they were really good friends. Until Hadleigh went ahead and shot her shot, telling YN that she had started to like her.

Well, it isn't like YN's not into girls, but she's confused if she's in girls like that in the first place. But most importantly, she wasn't looking for a partner that time (nor is she now unless it's Harry). YN's always been so focused on her career, she never gave going out or being in a relationship a shot ever. It just haven't been her cup of tea to begin with.

Plus, she didn't want to be vulnerable and open to someone.

Hadleigh of course was very understanding and respected her feelings. She got busy with her job as real estate developer. And life went on.

"Hadleigh, so nice to see you!" YN exclaimed.

"Same here," the blue eyed girl smiled as she took YN in for a hug, "I know I missed the ceremony but gosh this is amazing!"

"It is." YN had to agree, the party was lit.

"Oh, you're pregnant!" Hadleigh almost squealed.

"I, uhhh..." YN stuttered, "yeah."

"Congratulations!" She gave YN another hug.

"Thank you." YN smiled not knowing what to say, "this is Harry by the way." YN turned to Harry was stood just half a step behind her. "And Harry, this is Hadleigh. Kayla's kindergarten friend."

"Oh, nice to meet you Hadleigh." Harry approached her with a handshake.

"Nice to meet you too, Harry." Hadleigh shook hands with him. "Oh, looks like the bride is finally free. I'm gonna go talk to her before she gets busy again."

"Yeah sure." YN nodded.

"You want to go back to the hotel?" Harry asked once Hadleigh was gone, YN looked exhausted.

"No, I'll just go sit somewhere." She shared.

"Come." He grabbed her hand and guided her to the now empty dining tables set to a side, he pulled a chair for her to sit facing the dance floor, he pulled a chair like he did at the ice cream place on her birthday that night. His knee touching hers.

"Is it really that obvious, I'm pregnant?" She asked, her hand on her swollen belly now really showing she is in fact very pregnant. But she's been feeling insecure lately. She had to run last minute to the tailor to get her dress readjusted, even though it was made keeping in mind she'd grow by the time of the wedding.

Well, she's almost in her third trimester (twenty eight weeks). It was obviously going to show. YN just doesn't want to admit that this time is going way too fast.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, confused of her sudden change in mood.

"I-- she knew just by looking at me?" She wondered.

"She hugged you, darling." Harry defended her from herself, "I mean it's not a bad thing, is it?"

"No," she shook her head.

"Are they moving now?" He asked.

"Yeah, like crazy!" She sighed, "see!"

Harry carefully kept his hand where her's was, she placed hers on his. He felt a jolt which made him almost jump. "That was strong!" He commented laughing.

"Yeah." YN nodded.

It warmed her heart how he already adored the baby, they aren't even born yet.

And it also makes her heart sore thinking this is the only time she'll get with the baby. She's been contemplating to ask him if she could still see them from time to time. She would be fine if he never told them she's their mother. But it felt wrong.

After all he's just a complete stranger she met through a surrogacy agency website online, got pregnant via IVF, failed one time but worked the second, he paid her for carrying the baby. She's already grown to love the baby so much that it also felt wrong that she did it all for money at first.

She doesn't want him to think she's in with wrong intentions if she asks to see the baby in future.

Though, she's already paid one of the installments to the remaining amount he had lent her. He doesn't know about it, but his accountant and Personal Assistant does.

"You good?" Harry sounded concerned. That's when YN realised her eyes were getting watery as she thought about everything.

"Yeah. Just a little sleepy." She made an excuse, which he surprisingly belived.

"Do you really want to go back to the hotel, YN? You know we can." He suggested.

"No, I'm fine. I promise." She assured him.

They sat there in corner watching the party go on. Until Kayla came and approached YN herself, she was little tipsy but she pulled a chair next to her.

"You look tired." She spoke, "I think should really go and rest."

Harry jumped in too, "that's what I said."

"See, he agrees too." Kayla pointed out. "You need to rest!"

"I know, but I'm having fun just sitting here." YN shared. And she is indeed having fun there.

The party eventually came, newly weds were off to their honeymoon. This was all new to YN, as everything was over in merely three days.

Harry drove YN back to the hotel room. His was booked right next tk hers. They walked as it was just to the walking distance.

"This ended very quickly." She commented.

"Quickly?" Harry got confused.

"The wedding." YN shared, "it went on barely three days, it was just a bachelorette party, then going over some things the next day, then the wedding, this happened really quickly."

"That's a long time."

"No, it's not. Wedding functions usually last for weeks. Not that I like or enjoy any of those, but it was still significantly different experience." She explained.

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement. They reached her room there, it was too quick for Harry's liking.

"Hmm, Indian wedding usually last for about two weeks to a month." YN shared as she opened up the door to her room.

"Have to attend an Indian wedding myself then, eh." He beamed, "I'm just next door to you, call me if you need anything, hmm?"

"I will, thank you." She nodded. "Wait... This is not my room." She checked the card key.

"Got you stuff moved here. It's a lot more comfortable." He explained.

"This is a freaking suite Harry, who's going to pay for it?!" She opened the door and was shocked to see the room.

It had light blocking curtains, a massive bed she doesn't have to now share with Julia. It had it's own sofa and coffee table by what she reckoned is a floor to ceiling glass window.

"I did." He said, "try to get some sleep now darling."

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It was middle of the night and YN was craving chocolates.

Now, she can hold herself off till she can get something to eat which she is craving. It was a different kind of urge now. Especially when she couldn't eat the chocolate desserts as they had Rum in it. Kayla almost killed off the caterers for not having a Alcohol free dessert as she asked for specially for her best friend.

YN could go down to the hotel gift shop and buy a very expensive bar of chocolate but she just want to get out of her room. The bed is awfully comfy. And she couldn't sleep because every time she goes to lie down, her stomach acids want to gush out of esophagus. So she called Harry. Sent the man out to get her chocolates. And he did so. The gift shop was closed off he messaged her so he drove to a nearest shop to get her what she wanted. It looked like he bought the whole store when he got back with just more than just chocolates she asked for.

"Is this enough, darling?" He set everything on the little coffee table by the floor to ceiling window which was now closed off by light blocking curtains.

"That's too much Harry!" She walked upto him. "Just asked for a few chocolates."

"Well, I figured you might be hungry as you didn't eat much tonight." He pulled out a few bags of crisps, "usually don't condone eating junk food, but this is the best we can do at two in the morning."

"Thank you!" She cooed and hugged him tight.

Harry was taken back. Not by her hugging him but by the butterflies in his tummy. He hugged her back though. Her hugs are always warm and welcoming.

"Of course, my love." He rubbed her back gently, "why didn't you sleep?"

And she got to opening a bar of chocolate as she sat down on the sofa chair, right next to him. "I can't sleep. Everytime I try, my stomach acids want just gush out." She munched on the chocolate and yawned.

She really needs sleep, but she can't sleep sitting up. It's very dangerous. She might fall off her bed, or sleep in a position which might hurt the baby.

"Oh look," she grabbed a hold on his wrist and place it on her stomach for Harry to feel the punches. "And there goes the jab!"

"Ouch!" Harry almost felt that under his skin, "they're being a trouble maker, aren't they! Go to sleep now, will you little wrestler!"

"What the hell!" YN stopped feeling them move out of nowhere. "Did they just stopped moving?"

Harry chuckled, "they already listen to their Papa, don't they?" His thumb ran gentle strokes over the oversized shirt she wore.

"Yeah." She's in awe again. But took advantage and moved back to relax maybe take in a nap before long car ride back home the next day. Harry got up quickly and got the blanket from the bed.

"C'mere." He sat next to her again with his arm draped onto the back rest of the sofa. YN hesitantly leaned in resting her head on his shoulder as she tried to sleep.

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Next morning was chaos.

YN was throwing up so their drive back was delayed. Julia was accompanying them as Harry offered. He saved her the hassle of taking a train back home. So it was now Julia and YN play arguing over some snacks they bought just before getting in the car.

Harry had a great time watching them bicker back and forth without offending one another. He'd act as if he's not paying attention when either of them tried to bring him in their pretend argument, not wanting to be the bad guy.

That was pretty much it for the day.

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The very next day was when Harry resumed his duty of taking her to and from work.

He wants to make sure she's safe and sound himself. Sure he trust Jeremy with his own life. But he gets more time to spend with YN.

"Hi!" She greeted him with a warm smile on her in morning when he picked her up.

Harry took to this very lovely breakfast place, one because Lizzie is on a vacation, and two he can't cook to even save his life without burning down his kitchen. He's hungry and he knows she might have not eaten well either.

"I can't believe you out of all people are eating out today!" YN pointed out sipping on her smoothie.

"Lizzie is on a vacation." He shared.

"You didn't cook?" Harry just glanced at her sheepishly, "so you're going to eat out till she comes back?"

"I guess, or maybe I'll crash at my mum's."

She giggled, "come over tonight, I'll make you something to eat."

"You don't have to darling, you're already tired enough." He found her glaring at him, enough to be intimidating. "Alright!"

And that's what they did. Harry picked her up from work and they went straight to grocery shopping, because she didn't had much left at home and they went back to her place.

Julia was home, watching TV.

Harry had figured the blondie is fun to hang out with, she just hated him for reasons he doesn't know. Well, maybe for treating her best friend like crap that night at his bar.

"Hello mamas, how was your day?" She spoke looking behind, "oh look mister grumpy pants is here too!"

"Hello to you too, blondie." Harry waved at her.

"You're staying in tonight, J?" YN asked to which Julia nodded, "I'm making dinner."

"I was just going to order us Pizza!" Blondie gasped in excitement and followed the pair into the kitchen. Harry noticed a few boxes in the kitchen. Like someone was moving out.

"Who's moving out?" He asked.

"The newly weds." Julia shared as YN made a run to the loo. "They got their own place now."

"Awh!" Harry cooed. Both of them took out the ingredients from the bags mean while YN came back, in a civil manner. Civil manner from Julia mostly.

"Can I please have the kitchen to myself?" YN asked as she stepped back in the kitchen. She doesn't like the clutter in kitchen when she's cooking, and knowing her best friend, Blondie would definitely pick a fight with Harry.

"I'll leave." Julia saw herself out to continue watching whatever animal documentary she was watching.

"I'm staying to help." Harry announced as he rolled up sleeves of his white dress shirt. YN said nothing as she handed him an apron, knowing his short costs as much as a month worth of rent.

She started off by chopping onions and tomatoes. Harry's eyes almost started tearing up as he stood there waiting for her instructions to do something.

"Oh my god those onions!" He hissing covering his eyes and making YN laugh.

"Go sit out, I can do this." She told him.

"No, I'm fine. I'm fine." He sniffled. "What are we having though?"

"Okra, which is Bhindee, Roti, rice and Daal." She shared the menu with him.

"Never had that before." He sounded intrigued to try new food, "the most I've had is Biryani, Jeremy's wife made."

"You're missing out." She sighed dramatically.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Guess we'll have to ask Lizzie to make new foods then." He announced. And he for sure is going to ask his cook to make some new foods.

Harry had a few things to share with her, but given her friend is in other room he figured he'll do that the next day.

Barely two and half months till baby is here, the appointments were now every other week instead of every month. He wanted to know when was she planning to put in her maternity leave.

He just wants her to be comfortable, standing for hours on hours teaching is very fucking tiring. And dealing with teenagers? That's whole new level of difficult in his opinion. Though the summer vacation have already begun, she still went to work.

The cat, Noodle just walked past his legs to YN and lingered around the kitchen as she cooked.

"Can you stir this a few times in between?" YN asked him.

"Yes!" He's been waiting for this, he took on the work. The dinner was done in no time. Even the cat was given it's dinner around the same time.

Harry had a quiet night watching a Dinasaur documentary. YN seemed very interested in that as they all sat on the floor with coffee table as their dining table.

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The very next week. Kayla and Josh were back from their honeymoon as they got ready to move out.

Even Julia had found herself a place to move to so she can afford the rent. YN was going to live at Harry's place, as per the contract as she's nearing the due date.

Like promised, Harry took days off to help YN pack up her stuff. She just clothes and a few things to move, like her bed which she sold as she'd have nowhere to keep it. And that was it.

It was pretty emotional leaving the place she called home from past five years. She hoped she'd finally get to go see her dad this summer but maybe she can go during winter break.

Back at Harry's, she got the room she spent a night at once. The closet was empty for her to fill it up.

YN didn't know what was upstairs, maybe Harry didn't used that floor. His bedroom was downstairs, maybe the floor above had guest bedrooms. She remembered Lizzie saying it is a six bedroom house. There were few people working in the other spare room that day. Maybe he's getting the nursery ready.

That thought made YN's heart sink again.

She spent a couple of hours just putting her clothes away from the boxes. She didn't know she had that many clothes, and none of those fit her anyway now. So she placed all of the clothes which don't fit her and she doesn't want to wear in a separate box to donate.

She was just on her last box when Harry came in with tea and a few snacks. He knew she needed to take her vitamins and few other medications doctor have prescribed to her, she needed to eat something for that. They had a very early lunch.

"You want me to help you with those?" He asked as he placed the tray on the ottoman in the closet.

"I'm almost done. Those are for donation." YN explained.

"That's like half of your closet." He pointed out, she just sighed and continued to place last few closed in their shelves. "We'll go shopping tomorrow, yeah?"

"It's fine, I am fine with these for now." She gesture at the clothes she had.

It looked like the closet was empty. She never had a walk in closet before, it was very new to her. She had very limited space at her last place anyway.

"Come on now I got Chai and snacks. Made it just the way you showed me yesterday." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand as he walked her out. "You want to make any modifications to this room? We should add a study table so you can work comfortably."

"I just have a week and half of work left, don't need a study table. But thank you." She tried her best to smile but all she could think about was the baby she will never see again.

"You alright?" Harry could sense she is in deep thoughts but he let her decide if she wants to share it.

"Yeah, I just need a nap." Maybe she can sleep and her worries would go away. Yeah, she can try that whilst the baby is not moving.

"Okay, but at least eat something, yeah?" He suggested, "I'll be just outside."

"Mhmm." She picked up the mug of chai. She is going to eat before she sleep though.

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YN couldn't sleep. So she decided to take a warm shower, got everything ready but she got a call from her dad. She just sat there talking to him for a while.

She hadn't told her dad that the baby was her's too, and she wasn't just carrying it for a couple. Not that he would be mad, but she just wanted someone to share it with. Someone who she shared that close bond with.

They talked about her little brother's latest behaviours, how he's getting back on track and getting the help he needs. Her dad shared that he went upto him to talk about it. YN was relieved from that worry of her. Her dad also shared how her brother was interested in modeling and that he's gone to a few casting too and all that stuff. He also shared that the doctors gave him a pass that he can go work in person in a next few months given his very fast recovery.

YN was over the moon hearing that. That was the reason she took that very big decision.

She had a nice cry and stayed in her designated room all night, sulking in her bed.

At least she got some sleep.

Harry didn't bother her until the next morning when she had breakfast in her room. He went to check in on her and take her shopping like he said last night. He managed to convince her to with him. But that was it.

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Harry had managed to get YN's input on the nursery, which was very slowly coming together. He didn't mind if it was finished before the baby is here, because they won't be sleeping alone for a long time. She helped him build the cot, the dresser and changing table after the room was painted.

It was all wholesome and animal themed, on her suggestion. The room was already filled with a load of sensory toys, stuffed animals and loads of story books. The half of the room was already being planned to be padded with crash pads and a pretty soft rug on top and a small play fence. Everything was baby proof in the entire house already.

He was working from home now so he could do rest of work himself. Of course he encouraged YN to help him because all she did was sulk in her room after she was done working. But now she's not working. Her summer break as teacher had begun and she'd miss the next semester due to her maternity leave.

Just two weeks and half to the due date. It was rhe thirty-ninth week, almost fortieth.

"I don't know mum." YN overhead Harry talking to his mother about something. He was on his laptop looking for something, "yup that's great idea, I'll ask the doctor." She reckoned it must be about the baby so she waddled carefully towards him.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't know which diapers to get. What if little bean has sensitive skin?" He whined in concern.

YN tried to hold back her laugh but failed, "get the reusable cotton ones. But yeah, you'll have to wash like a fifty of them at least twice a day."

"Is that really a good choice then?" He asked, now intrigued.

"Hmm." YN nodded. "I've usually seen grandma's making cloth diapers from used cotton clothes for babies. It's not harsh on their skin. I looked after my brother when he was a baby and my dad and grandma prohibited the use of single use diapers, unless we were going out or something. I've heard from a few friends back home that now you can buy those online too."

"Yeah?" He was impressed, "how many do you think will the baby need?"

"The more the merrier." She shrugged and started waddling back in kitchen.

There was a lot of left over noodles left in the fridge from lunch, which Lizzie left because she had leave early due to some emergencies. Or that all would go to the homeless in the community. The lady hated seeing the food go to waste.

Harry followed after her. He found her new waddle adorable. "You having dinner?"

"Yeah, you want me to heat up some for you too?" She asked as she took out the container.

"Yeah," he nodded, "do you want to watch a movie or something?" To which she surprisingly agreed.

He's been worried about her lately spending all her days in her room. Making up excuses so she can be in her room. They ate and sat watching The Witcher together on the sofa.

Harry had her tucked closer to him with his hand on the bump. Both were getting comfortable with one another. It was getting harder and harder for Harry to find a way fast enough to confess his feelings for her. He doesn't want it to be too late, but he barely knows how to. With a baby in mix.

He is in a complicated situation.

So is YN. She's grown comfortable around him. It's difficult when he's got to go for in person meeting last minute. She's gotten used to his antiques and how he bugs her every other hour to eat something or just do something with him. He's also managed to get her out for a nice walk, luring her with promises of ice cream. Which worked all the time.

She knows she's way past her infatuation, crush, and like phases with him. She's halfway sure she's in love with him. It was new.

She's only been with one person before but it only lasted for barely three months. She's been through the first few stages, but not this.

And there is a baby in the mix. Everything is happening backwards or out of order to confuse her even more.

But she's sleepy because has stopped moving for a few minutes now, or at least they've stopped kicking and punching her insides. She's learned to. She snuggled closer to Harry as her eyelids got heavier and heavier, until she was fast asleep.

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It was the forty-first week. Harry and YN were out on a walk to go get ice cream. He had just gotten home from his last minute meeting. Lizzie so nicely offered to stay with her until he's back home. He hadn't even got to change as he directly to serving YN the dinner before he took her out to ice cream place.

They met his elderly neighbours who thought that he's got a wife now, they congratulated the couple as they walked past after a few minutes of talking. It was awkward, but made YN feel silly and giddy inside.

Turned out they know Harry very well, but the elderly couple seemed to be in hurry before either them could say anything. The walk to and from ice cream shop was slightly awkward. But they had to hurry back as YN was felt a sharp contraction.

Highly likely, it wasn't a Braxton Hicks thing, given the baby could arrive anytime.

YN wanted to be back in comfort of her bed in case anything happens. And Harry said he wanted to talk about something to her, maybe share something.

Maybe it was about how she'll have to leave the baby now. Maybe there were a few legal obligations. She had so many maybe's running through her mind in that moment. And Harry forgot about it in worries of what was happening.

Her contractions kept getting closer and closer rapidly every hour and half. It wasn't until her water broke. She was in bathroom luckily.

YN started panicking inside. She's not the one to scream when in pain, but she is wincing. It felt like her period cramps were on some heavy drugs and steroids.

"Hey, hey look at me." Harry tried to get her attention, "breathe with me, darling, it's okay." He did the rapid breathing exercises with her a few times before he got to getting the hospital bag. Even stuffed a spare outfit managed to get in the bag.

The drive to the car was painful and slow. There was no traffic given it was four in the morning. Harry had to drive carefully. He just hated seeing her cry in pain like that, getting flashbacks. This time the baby is healthy, YN is healthy. He parked closee to the entrance.

"Help me out please." YN mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry hurried out, but another contraction hit her. "It's okay, breathe baby." He held her hand tightly.

"It hurts, it hurts so bad!" She is crying, tears falling down her cheeks and all.

"It is going to hurt more if you keep holding your breath, darling." He rubbed his hand on her back.

She sighed, "I'm good, I'm good." Announcing she carefully stepped out of the car.

Harry followed her behind closely because she said she can walk just fine. Or waddle just fine enough. They were just halfway through the maternity department when another contraction hit her.

She stopped mumbling, grabbing onto Harry for support.

YN knew she can't handle this pain, she can only imagine how it would be pushing a heavy ass baby out through her vagina. It was going to hurt even more. A lot more. She can't do that now. Can she back off?

"We're so close love, you think you can walk?" Harry asked.

"Yes." She nodded and walked to the reception where they were checked in.

YN was asked to change into a hospital gown immediately and checked on. She was dilating on a good pace, and she was advised to move around to speed up the process even faster. She paced back and forth in the room but her pain was getting worse every passing contraction.

"You, you want to call your family and tell them?" YN suggested as she sped walked up and down in the labour and delivery room.

"I will do that later, YN," he shared, "you can ask for the epidural, you know?"

"I know, I know, just not now." She sniffled on her tears, but she broke down crying sat on the edge of hospital bed.

"Hey, c'mere." He hugged her, "everything is going just fine."

"I don't know, I don't know if I can do this." She sobbed, "I want to have a C-section. I can't do this."

"It's more risky, darling." Harry was surprised, "you can do this."

"Just talk to the doctor for me, please--" another contraction hit her right in the crotch.

And Harry did. After all it's her body, she can decide whatever. Given she's in agony and her decisions might not be right. He wouldn't invalidate her feelings like that. But Doctor Wilson adviced against her idea, unless there is an emergency, because honestly it had more risks to her. That made her real upset.

"Hey, you know there are cons to it." Harry cooed as he sat next to her, "the recovery time is longer, it's more painful, there are more chances of hemorrhage. I know you can do it."

"I don't care, I just want them to healthy."

"They're healthy, love, look you can see and hear their heartbeats there." He pointed at the heart monitor which was keeping track of the baby's heartbeat.

It was half past six in the morning, when YN finally gave in and asked for an epidural at eight centimetres dilation. Harry was asked to step out just so the room is clear and the procedure is done without any interruptions. It took them a whole hour to call him back in. Meanwhile he called his mother and asked her to come over if she could, he honestly didn't know what he could do. YN was in so much pain and it was getting just as hard on him to watch. He cried on the phone call with his mum.

But just a few minutes later YN seemed less stressed. "How are you feeling now?"

"Can't feel much waist down." She chuckled slightly, "this is why I waited so long to get the epidural."

"At the pain is less now, right?"

"Mhmm."

"You want anything?" He sniffled.

"You were crying?" She realised, "no, why are you crying Harry, the baby is fine."

"I know, I know." He nodded, "I'll get you more ice chips, yeah, just five minutes?"

"Okay."

Harry so badly wanted to tell her that he cares about her as well there. He is crying of two reasons, the baby is going to be here today and he just can't see her suffer like that. His mum was there by that time. She brought him coffee and said Gemma was on the way with breakfast for everyone.

Harry just couldn't bring himself to eat until way after the baby is here. But it was nice of his sister. His mum went out to get more bottles of water whilst he brought the ice chips to YN. He noticed the contraction were way harder than he last checked but she wasn't hissing in pain like before rather she lied there with her eyes closed.

"Hey YN, you want anything?" He asked again handing her cup.

"No, I'm fine. Thank you for this." She smiled.

"Those are higher than the last time I checked." He looked at the monitor again.

"It's feels like period cramps now." She shared, "it's bearable."

"That great!" He flashed his dimply smile finally. "Now, I, I-- to be honest I don't know what to do or say, so I just asked my mum to come over. She can be a great help, I, I can just call her in if you need to talk to her about anything which she can help with."

"No, you didn't had to bother her. I'm fine." A crease formed between her brows, a look of worry. He should asked his family to come visit after the baby was here, especially his mother. She bet the lady has more important work to do than be there to help her.

"It's alright, love." It was his mother. Pretty evident as Harry looks like a copy of her. "You're not a bother." She placed the water bottles on the side table. "I'm Anne, Harry's mum."

"Hello, I'm YN," she greeted her with a smile, "I feel bad now."

"It's okay, you can tell me what you need. I had two kids of my own, so I bet I can be pretty good help." Anne smiled.

She waited around the back as nurse checked on YN twice already. Harry sat next to her on the edge of her bed. His mum of course knew everything, he told her before he even told YN about it. In hope she might have a way to help him. She tried but he is just too anxious for that.

"What are you going name them?" She asked.

"Have a few names picked out, you want to help me?" He pulled out his phone and opened his notes app before she could say anything. "Let me know if you have any suggestions too." He handed her his phone. He had a list of ten names each for boy and girl and some just neutral names.

"You sure you want me to have a look?"

"Of course!" He shrugged.

Another good few hours went by, YN was starting to feel more pain but it was not something crazy. She was finally given a green flag for pushing. It wasn't as painful as she thought it would be due to the epidural she got, though she's sure it's gonna kick once it wears off. She didn't know how long she has been pushing for or now many were needed, all she thought about the baby's health. A nurse placed a clean towel over her chest.

YN panicked as the baby didn't started crying immediately, but they did once their back was rubbed. It was a loud high pitched scream cry.

"It's a girl!" Doctor Wilson announced as she placed the girl on her chest and YN stopped breathing in that moment.

That shouldn't have happened. They should have taken the baby away immediately. Now she was holding onto her, she doesn't want to let go. She started sobbing too.

"She does have a lot of hair." Harry commented, that's when YN realised she wasn't alone in the room with the new baby girl, her crying had gotten down to just few whimpers.

"Yeah!" YN cooed.

"Alright, YN a few more pushes for the afterbirth." Doctor Wilson caught her attention and someone was picking up the girl off her chest.

"No, no don't take her please." YN panicked, "please!"

"Can we please hold her longer?" Harry asked the nurse who of course agreed to it. YN held onto the girl the entire time until the pediatrician said they really have to weigh and check on the baby.

Harry stayed by her side as his mum was there whilst they checked the baby girl. YN looked at him confused. "You want some water?" He fetched her the bottle of water, "you did so amazing, she's here. It's a girl!"

"Like you wanted." YN nodded.

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YN was all changed up into a clean hospital gown. She was given a very hearty meal.

The baby girl weighed nine pounds and eight ounces, no wonder why YN couldn't walk by the very end. She's definitely got a lot of hair on her head.

YN wasn't asked to feed her, hell, she haven't even got to see her again even though they're in the same room. She have been bleeding very bad so her stay at the hospital will be by the next evening. It was way past afternoon now. Harry has been going back and forth between her and the baby girl. She had asked him to talk to the pediatrician saying she's fine there as the nurse checked on her.

She doesn't even know what's her name is going to be.

"Ms. YLN, do you have family or friends we can call up for your discharge next day?" A nurse asked YN, everyone knows it's just a surrogacy case. By the talk of nurse, looked like Harry could take the baby home by tonight or even by early evening.

"Yeah, I, I'll call my friend." She nodded. The lady then proceeded to ask her questions on her pain levels, how she was feeling.

"Alright, we'll move you to the recovery room but you are advised to walk around every hour or so, for as much as you physically can." The nurse explained, "please don't push yourself to do more than you can."

"I will." YN nodded again. She tried to get off her bed and go find her phone in the mess which was the sofa chair now. It was painful, every step but she has to move around anyway, it wasn't certainly her first time out of bed after giving birth. She can say it was teeny bit less pain. She found her phone to text Julia to come over toni to the hospital. "Hello."

"Hey sexy, what's up?" Julia spoke.

"Just had the baby few hours ago." YN shared, talking as low as she could, "can I please ask you for a favour?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I want you to come pick me up tomorrow, they want to keep me here overnight so I don't bleed out." YN shared, "and uhhhh... I'll also be needing help to get, ummm... my clothes and stuff the next morning. I, I promise I'll be out as soon as I find a flat."

"Are you kidding me?" Is the first thing Julia yelled, "isn't Harry going to be taking care of the afterbirth thing too?"

"I don't know. I forgot. I'm just feeling so alone right now. I don't want to bother him, he's with the baby and his mum." YN was trying hard not to cry. "Please come and see me?"

"I, I will as soon as I get off work, yeah?" Julia now sounded worried, "I'll ask if I can clock out early."

"Thank you!"

"Don't mention it, I'll be there. I promise!"

"Okay." She hung up the call.

"Hey, what are you doing out of bed love?" She heard Harry, "you feeling better now?"

"Yeah." She sounded walking back to the bed, "nurse said I'll be moved to the recovery room. They want to keep here for the night."

"No, what's wrong?" He followed her, baby in his arms. YN watched Anne leave whilst on a phone call, "what did they say?"

"It's nothing, I, I am bleeding too much." She shared, "I, I should probably go to the bathroom now."

"You want me to call the nurse?"

"No, I'll be fine." YN walked to the loo as fast as she could. When she came out the baby was crying and whining. The nurses were in and out of the room since they got there, she is already overwhelmed enough.

"Do you know how to swaddle her?" Harry sounded terrified, "changed her nappy, I don't know what's going on!"

"Let me see." She went ahead and put the new baby in a warm cosy swaddle.

"That's incredible!" Harry gasped, "look at her, all cosy now."

"Yeah." Baby girl is still whining. She's defin hungry. "Did she eat anything?"

"No, I wanted to ask if, if you wanted to breastfeed her. Only if you're fine." Harry shared, "the nurse is gone to bring the formula just incase."

"You'd be fine with that?"

"You sound surprised. Of course I'd be fine with that." He doesn't know what is going on. "I mean it's your choice at the end."

"I, I know--" before she could say anything further the nurse was back. But she rather ended up showing YN now to feed the baby.

That made her feel like dying now as she watched the baby nurse from her breast. She's in an awful state in that moment. But the baby had a full tummy, was burped and lied on her cot. It's exhausting being born, isn't it!

"Hey, what is going on YN?" Harry asked, finally.

"Nothing, I told you."

"It's not nothing. You're spacing out, come on talk to me darling." He cooed as he sat on the edge of her bed, "what did you mean they're going to move you to the recovery room? I don't know what is going on."

"You're not going home with her?"

"Not without you, no." He seemed more confused, "I'm more confused, YN."

"The nurse told me to call family or friends so they can take me home the next day." She shared, "I, I guess you can take her home in a few hours."

"You're coming home. Can't leave you like this here." He is now getting mad, "I told you I'm going to take care of you after the baby is here as well, didn't I? Not going to leave you alone. Little bean needs you, I need you."

"Why did she said it like that then?" She looked at him with eyes pooled up with tears.

"I'll talk to them," he assured her, "I know why she said it like that. I promise you I'm not going to leave you here. Why didn't you tell me before, hmm?"

"You were with you mother and baby, didn't wanted to bother you."

"I'm sorry you felt that way, but you're never a bother. Especially to me." He pushed her baby hair out of her face, "we'll go to the recovery room, have something to tell you."

"Okay." YN nodded, "I, I need to tell Julia, I, I called as I panicked. I'm sorry."

"It's alright." He assured her again, "you can ask your friends to come see her when we're out of here so it's more comfortable."

Harry made sure to make it clear that the baby and the mother are going to stay until she is discharged too, and that she is to be treated kindly there. He's seen a few nurses there being mean to her. Just because they knew little bean is related to her too and she was just giving away her child like that. Those nurses had a shift change anyway.

Gemma came over to see the baby too, she came with warm and healthy lunch. It was from a restaurant as she burnt the lasagna she was making on accident, hence why Anne hurried out. Least to say Gemma cried holding little bean.

"Is that hair underneath the hat?" She slightly pushed the hat back to check, "oh my god, yeah!"

"Yeah, got that from her mum." Harry bragged, YN almost choked on the water she was drinking hearing him say that.

Both of the ladies stayed till the last visiting hours. Finally there was quietness. Little bean had yet another meal, and is now laying on YN's shoulder. She's also been already holding up her head, and opening her eyes. She got those from Harry. Her fluffy cheeks had the slightest of the dimples.

It was a Styles trademark now, the dimples.

"When we get back," Harry spoke catching YN's attention, "I wanted to ask you a few things, make sure you're fine with them."

"Mhmm."

"I don't quite know how to help, this is obviously new. So I looked into it, found out about the Doula, they come in and help with the postpartum period, help take care of the baby. It'll be healthy for you and her." He tried his best to explain it in a best way possible, "I, I also know it's a huge part of the culture where you're from. We can or not go with the confinement thing, however you prefer it. So if you're fine with that, or we can figure it out as we go."

"No, no, I'd really like that." YN agreed, "frankly I don't know what to do either, I'm more tired now."

"We can stay in our little bubble until you recover and she's a bit older then, yeah?" He suggested, "and also, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while."

"Hmm, what?"

"I, I know you did not sign up for this. Was thinking of terminating the agreement you signed." He was holding onto his breath tightly, readying himself for her reaction, "I, I think she'd be more happier to have her second parent around."

"Really?" She's now crying again. The baby can call her Mumma now.

"Mhmm, I've already told my lawyer to get on it." He explained and a few more things, "we'll just have to sign the discharge papers and her birth certificate tomorrow before we take her home."

It warmed his heart to see how much little bean is loved already. The first time he got to hold her, all of the air was sucked out of his lungs. So tiny, and she felt warm against him, just how she moved her head to find a comfortable position to sleep on in his arms, hopefully feeling safe and sound.

It was a rainbows and unicorns moment for him. He thought he wouldn't be able to feel that connection with her, though she's a whole new person. He needs time to get to know her. It was all unexplainable.

It made him furious seeing how she's been treated by some of the nurses today, but it all sorted now. He dropped a quick message to his assistant to get the Doula on board. He found someone just perfect. It was an Indian lady around his mum's age with decades and decades worth of experience. It would also make YN feel at home.

Even though he stayed away from making his own conclusions, he could tell YN was slipping away in her thoughts with the baby. He's seen how bonded she already was and he'd hear her randomly talking to bump, or taking pictures in the mirrors around the house. Her initial decision of declining his offer has always been enough to remind him. She held back on so many of her opinions.

He wanted to hear them all. He figured it would be very unfair for both baby girl and YN to be away from one another.

"Is it going to be me visiting her every weekend? Or how, how do you want it to go?" YN asked.

"About that..." Harry shuffled in his seat, which has been the same since they got to the hospital, right on the edge of her bed. "Can I hold your hand for this?" And he grabbed a hold of her hand which didn't had a IV needle in it. "Don't want you slapping me across the face."

"I would never!" She gasped making him chuckle sheepishly.

"Just kidding." He took in a deep breath. "I want to make that everyday. I'm going to be so bad at this, at least for a while. But I've grown fond of you. So, so, so fond of you, couldn't realise when I fell in love with you. I want to be with you if you want that. Things are not planned but they can be figured on the way. We can do this together." He doesn't even want to think about her rejecting him.

"Wait," a blank look on her face made him more and more anxious. She's just processing he reckoned. "You're saying you like me?"

"Yeah..." He tried to process her question too, "well, it's more than that actually."

"You like me?" She asked again, emphasising the first and last word of her question.

"Let's switch that like for love, then yes. Most definitely, yes!" He said, little firmly. She just looked so flabbergasted.

"So you don't like me?" She spoke overwhelmed of everything in that moment, "wait, what? My brain just... What?" That made Harry giggle.

"Is it that hard to believe I'd ever say that?" He asked.

"Never imagined you'd say that, to me." She scoffed in disbelief, she still doubts he might be pranking her.

"And why would you say that?"

"I don't know," she sighed almost on the edge of crying, "I've been nothing but mean to you all this time, even though I didn't mean to. I'm sorry I don't mean to cry either, I don't know what is going on!" And the water works started.

"Awh, darling it's alright!" Harry cooed and immediately pulled her in a hug, he recieved one right back, "today have been so overwhelming for you, I know that but couldn't wait till tomorrow. We have to sign up the paper work and I reckoned it would be bad idea to put you in spot on the last moment, in case you have changed your mind about anything."

"No, I, I will not." She shook her head now sniffling. "Did you really mean what you said?"

"Every single word." He placed a feathery kiss on top of her head. He would be contained if she doesn't feel the same way, he at least tried. "I love you. More than a friend, more than just being mum of our new girl."

YN squeezed him tighter. Would be too awkward to tell him she loves him too? Why would it be awkward? She would sound stupid, wouldn't she?

"I love you." She mumbled.

"I love you!" He chuckled softly squeezing her right back.

"Oh, my back hurts." She shared pulling away from their hug. Her back really did hurt, every bone in her body hurt in that moment.

"Oops, sorry," he helped her with the pillows behind her back.

The baby girl softly sighing in her sleep right next to YN's hospital bed caught his attention. Her small mouth curled up in a O as she let out a long breath.

"It's tiring being born, isn't it?" Harry pulled the cot closer so he can place a kiss on his baby's head. She squirmed raising her swaddled legs kicking him right in the face, earning a gasp from him. "Oh, now I know how your Mummy felt."

"Hey she's just a baby!" He heard YN from behind.

"Yeah you two are going to team up against me." He surrendered in defeat already. "Just want to hold her for hours."

"She'll get used to it and won't let you sleep." YN shared. He agrees. She needs space to grow, he can be smothering all the time.

"A little smothering can be excused." He shrugged giving his full attention to her now. "This is going all backwards, isn't it?" He moved closer, holding her hand close to his heart after he placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"Doesn't matter though."

"No it doesn't." He smiled at her. "It's nearly dinner time, the Doula will be here anytime now."

"You already called her?" She looked rather shocked, "whem did you do that?"

"Texted my PA, and I got a text from her when you were feeding Bean, firmly warning me from giving you anything other than water." He shared.

"She's going to be the ultimate mama bear." YN giggled.

She's seen her Nani, her mum's mum looking after her daughters and her grand daughters during their postpartum confinement. It seems to be brutal that she has to give up icecream for the next six weeks, and burgers, and pizza, and every one of her favourite junk food, nothing but warm healthy food she'll be eating. It's going to be tough, but she signed up for it when she agreed.

Of course it isn't her Nani so it's going to be different she reckoned.

"Are we going to keep calling her Bean?" She asked.

"Not quite settled on any names you picked out." He said, "which one do you like the most? You chose, Starla, Evara and Juniper."

"I don't know." She shrugged.

"Come on, help me out here." He affirmed, "you know we're in this together."

"Okay, how about you pick from Juniper or Starla?" She shortened the list for him.

"Hmm, lets see." He looked at the baby for a second and back to YN. "Looks like she's meant to be named..." She looked at him eagerly, so hoping he'd pick her favourite name, "...Juniper?"

"Yeah!" She exclaimed, beaming at him now. "Is she going to have a middle name? It's a thing here right?"

"Don't you have a middle name?"

"I don't. We use our dads, or most recently either one of our parents name on the legal documents and stuff, otherwise no middle name." She explained.

"Shes definitely going to have a middle name." He nodded, "I have it picked out already."

"You do?"

"Mhmm, it's going to be a surprise for you till the morning." He leaned in closer, hoping he could steal a kiss finally.

"Okay--" before she could say anything there was a knock on the door. It was the Doula.

"Hello, I'm Mrs. Nimrit Singh." The lady introduced herself. Right off the bat, she had a very homely vibe to her, "I am the doula you contacted."

"Oh yes, I am Harry." Harry introduce himself, "and this is YN."

"Hello beta." She greeted YN with a bright smile and a warm hug.

"Hello," YN smiled back, all of a sudden feeling her anxiety and stress about how she'd deal with everything related to her postpartum. "This is Juniper."

"She's absolutely precious!" Mrs. Singh awed at the chubby baby sleeping in her cot.

"She is." Harry agreed.

"I brought you two dinner." She said, "and I also be wanting to know when you two will be going home so I can prepare accordingly."

"Doctor Wilson said we'll be discharged by tomorrow evening." YN shared and few more things Mrs. Singh asked for.

"Okay then, I'll bring breakfast in the morning." Mrs. Singh announced, "and Harry I want you to make sure she gets enough sleep and she doesn't drink or eat anything cold, it's not healthy for her or the baby."

"I will do that." Harry nodded, "no ice cream for you then Missy."

"No!" YN whined.

"Just six weeks and you can eat whatever you want." Mrs. Singh assured her, it melted YN's heart.

"Okay." She made a puppy face.

They all ate dinner together, getting to know one another as they'll be spending next month and half to two months together. Mrs. Singh is a very lovely lady, calm and bubbly at the same time. She stood shorter, graying hair at her hairline, pretty gray eyes held so much motherly love behind them. She also wanted to in and check herself jf the house was ready enough for the baby and the mother, ready a warm bath and stuff. It was all new to Harry but YN seemed to know what she was talking about there.

Mrs. Singh bonded well with YN and Harry. Apparently fathers go through a lot too during the postpartum, so she had asked him to tell her anything which is bothering him like she's his mother.

"Mrs. Singh, our house keeper and chef Lizzie will be there by five-thirty to six tomorrow if you needed anything." Harry shared as the lady was getting ready to leave for the night. "I'll let the guard know you'll be there."

"Thank you." She smiled again. She stayed for well over three hours before she left.

"She reminded me of my Mumma." YN shared, "she talks like her. She's even got gray eyes like my Mumma."

"Yeah? That's nice, isn't it?" Harey went and sat back on his place next to her, "I quite like her too, love her jokes."

YN moved to a side to make space for him, she patted the pillow, "come on."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm." And he got in, as he pulled her closer with his arm around her shoulder.

"You know this is probably the best day of my life." He shared.

"Is it?"

"Hmm." He sounded in agreement, "just took me too long to tell you how I feel. You've been anxious all day today."

"It's nothing, I forgot about it."

"Hope you at least could experience this to the fullest." He looked down to find him already looking at him, "you know the birth and all."

"Well, it was too enjoyable getting ripped open down there, but once doctor Wilson placed her on my chest it was everything!" And she'd give everything to experience that moment over and over again.

"Felt the same way when I held her for the first time." He shared too, "she was still whimpering, but calmed down as soon as I held her."

"You're her favourite."

"Oh come on, don't be jealous." He rolled his eyes jokingly.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." She scoffed.

"Bean's mummy is my favourite too." He gave her a cheeky smile making her blush, she hugged him tight in response. "Hey, look at me please?"

"Yes?" She raised her head yet again to look at him action nonchalant, that earned a laugh from him.

"Promise me we'll give everything to make this work?" He intertwined his fingers with hers over his tummy, "if this, for any reason doesn't work out, we'd work together for Bean?"

Harry's anxiety about this has been all time high, since he came to terms with his feelings. He's been cheated on twice, went through messiest breakups, he wants Juniper to have the best life as possible. Regardless of what happens to him.

"Don't want to jinx anything. You know I've stayed away from all this for long now." He continued, "just to give this a try with you. Hopefully it works out."

"Why won't it?" She said, "I know I'm not in place to say this, but everything works out at the end and if doesn't it's fine. Well, I just need a moment to freak out a little before, you know that's just how I function. We can make this work."

"Don't know how you do this." He just shook his head in disbelief, not even twelve hours ago she has been freaking out, wanting be cut open thinking it'll be easier way out. "We can make this work, yeah."

"Yeah, that's the attitude!" She hyped him up. He knows it's her teacher side coming out.

"I didn't want it to be this way, but will you be my girlfriend, YN?" He leaned in closer to just feel her warmth.

"Mhmm." She rested her forehead on his. It was enough for him to make the first move, place his lips on hers. Butterflies made their way upto her head from her tummy making her brain grow fuzzy for a moment.

"Waited so long for this too." He mumbled before he was kissing her again, feeling her hand rest over his cheek. He eventually pulled away to let her breathe. "Think we should try and get some sleep?" He placed a delicate kiss on the tip of her nose.

"Yep."

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Harry and YN slept all fine the entire night. In fact YN was still asleep when Bean woke up. She was given her vaccines and checked on once again. She's all healthy and fit to go to her home. They were being discharged just before breakfast.

Harry forgot the car seat at home, so he asked Jeremy to get it who so kindly agreed too. Harry got all the paper work done, his lawyer had already had the previous agreement terminated first thing this morning.

"And what will be her full name?" The nurse asked. YN looked at Harry because she doesn't know her middle name yet.

"It will be Juniper Sophia Styles." Harry spoke, "or it can be YLN-Styles, YN?"

"Oh, I," she was flabbergasted again, "I, I don't mind."

"It'll be YLN-Styles please." Harry told the nurse, even spelled out the name. Just a few signatures later they were walking out with the baby and their stuff. Harry held the bag with his arm around YN's waist as she had Bean in her arms.

They're just gonna call her Bean. It suits her more. She is a bean.

"You picked my mum's name to be her middle name?" YN asked and she waddled next to him.

It is still painful to walk okay!

"Of course I did, darling." Her agreed.

"Is that the new baby!" Jeremy gasped.

"She is!" YN cooed walking over to him.

"Oh she's precious!" Who knew Bean would melt a tough looking six and half feet bulky guy awing like a little person, but she did. "Can I hold her?"

"Of course you can!" YN handed Bean to him carefully as she helped Harry with the bags. Yep, they came with one bag but are leaving with two as the hospital gave YN some stuff which she needs, like medications, sanitary products, there was a pump and jar or formula just in case. There was a lot of stuff.

The car ride home was peaceful and calm, Bean was awake just staring at her mum sitting next to her, but she's mostly sleepy. She's all bundled up even though it's a little warmer on Mrs. Singh's advice. She needs time to adjust because it has always been warm in her mummy's belly. Her tiny hands were in tiny mittens and there was tiny beanie on her head which her Aunty Gemma knitted just for her by hand.

Jeremy drove as Harry was sat in the passenger seat.

They're going home.

YN is both anxious and excited to see what life has in store in future. At least she wouldn't have to leave her baby and act like she doesn't exist for the rest of her life. That was like the universe worth of weight lifted off her back.

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N O T E :

Phewwww! It took longer than I expected to finish!

If you kept up with this story, this is the last part. There won't be more parts of these.

I might do little check-ins with them, if I get enough requests and responses. If not then I won't. I left it on an open ending.

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Grocery Shopping

Synopsis: Harry and YN being domestic

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"Look at him!" YN cooed, watching their new kitten walk out of his carrier.

"He seems a bit hesitant." Harry pointed out.

"He'll get used to it." YN shrugged. It was just today that they got to go pick up their little fur baby. It was love at first sight case with YN and the kitten as he wouldn't leave her. Even now he was waddling upto her. "Look at his little bum!" YN laughed watching his tail up as he walked upto her making Harry giggle as well.

"He's quite fond of you, isn't he?" Harry said, "I don't blame him though."

Harry teased her how men would hit on her randomly, whether it's at the grocery shop or at her cafe. Or even her Turkish neighbour. He didn't mind it because, one, he trusts her and two, it pisses her off and he finds her very adorable with her puffy angry face.

YN was lied om the floor om their bedroom as the kitten approached her, climbing onto her stomach he made his way to her chest lied down and curled up to a ball purring the loudest. "I'm gonna cry. Harry!" She whisper screamed making her Fiancé laugh.

"Why do I think he's gonna steal you from me?" He lied down next to her petting the small animal with his pointer finger.

"Probably the only man I'm gonna gush over after you." She commented, her eyes teary. "I've always wanted a kitten, thank you for agreeing to get one Haz!"

"Awh, love!" He snuggled his nose in her hair. "He's very adorable!"

"He is!" She cooed. "I wanna give him a house tour but I don't wanna get up and ruin his sleep!" And she sobbed quietly.

"Okay... You're gonna cry all day, aren't you?" He found her very adorable in that moment, "aren't you going be up for lunch?"

"I can't. I am now obliged to stay here."

"Yeah? Mr. McKitty have you obliged to stay on the ground as his royal highness naps away?" He poked fun at her.

"Oh for god sake we're not naming him McKitty!" YN rolled her eyes.

"Why? It goes with McFish, doesn't it?" He teased.

"Leave us alone!" She whined crying, "you're just going to poke fun at me all day."

"You're going to forget me for another boy? I see how it is now." His faux offence had her giggling. "All jokes aside, do you have a name for him?"

"Oh, I kinda wanna name him Loki!"

"Loki?" He looked at her confusedly, "I thought you'd say Eros or Star Fox!"

"No, I wanted a cat named Loki since the first Thor movie came out." YN explained. Watching the cat get off her and plop down on the cold floor on the soave in between her and Harry. He was already playing when they went to go pick him up and had tired himself up so he was napping now, comfortably enough. "My dad didn't wanted pets at home so I never got one. Though, I used to sneak in stray cats and feed them all the time."

"You have one now." He was admiring the little feline too.

The little kitten was asleep curled up in a ball with his tail tucked under his bum, paws all tucked in under his chin. With his baby pink nose on display. He was the one they ended up picking because the kitten took liking towards both them, he seem weirdly comfortable enough already to nap on the floor in middle of the room.

"He looks like you." YN spoke after a second of complete silence.

"How so?"

"He's got green eyes and pink nose." YN went onto to point out the features. "...and he's white."

He laughed adding, "I must have forgotten giving birth to him."

"You're weird sometimes."

He giggled. "Do you want to name him Loki?"

"He's yours too, Harry, do you have any suggestions?"

"I quite like the name." He said, "it suits him for some reason. I believe anytime he'd ask us to Kneel in front of him." YN laughed at that, though she sensed a but coming up.

"But..." He raised up his pointer finger in air, "he looks like a Milo to me. I don't know, he just does."

YN looked at the kitten plopped on his tummy with his back paws played out out a bunny, napping away on the cold floor. He does look like a Milo to her too now that Harry has pointed it out.

"Yeah!" She sighed, "we can name him Milo and we can get one more and name him Loki!"

"Baby, we just got him." He sighed, "in two years or so, yeah?"

"Maybe in next Six months?" She negotiated.

"Two years."

"Eight months?"

"A year and half..."

"Ten months and two days?" That made him chuckle.

"A year." He made a deal.

"Deal!" She agreed.

Milo Styles was officially part of their family now!

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Next day, Milo was settling in quite well. He used his litter box twice but had an accident this morning which is fine. He's a wee little baby he'll learn. He slept in his carrier all night which had a blanket Harry bought for him and a toy which his previous gave them. He already knew a few tricks, like to roll over and fetch.

He keeps trying to trip Harry over for some reason since this morning, having YN fangirl over everything he does. She had him placed in the pocket of her robe as he napped and she prepared for breakfast with her Fiancé.

"Baby we need to go grocery shopping." Harry announced closing the fridge door getting out the last carton of eggs.

"We can go after breakfast?" She suggested.

"Mhmm." He agreed.

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Later that day YN and Harry headed to the grocery store, but YN realised they forgot the reusable bags so she ran upstairs quickly to fetch them whilst he got his car out front.

"Hello YN." Deniz, YN's neighbour greeted her by the lift as she was waiting for it with reusable grocery bags in her hands. She was responding to Brielle complaining about how fucking messed up faux contractions are over the trio's group chat. Her choice of memes to describe her misery had YN giggling.

"Hi." She smiled politely.

"How have you been, haven't seen you around that much?"

"Oh I was away for the weekend and work's been a little hectic." She explained, "I got engaged, so I'm really good. How about you? Your roommate said a couple of weeks ago that you went back home when I went to return your plate." Just when she finished her talk the lift door ding open, both of them got in to go the basement parking.

"Yeah, my grandmother was sick so I had to go visit. She passed." The blue eyed man shared. "I'm coping quite well since yesterday."

"Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear that!" YN cooed, "how is your family doing then?"

"They're doing fine." He shared and in no time they were in basement. YN waved him bye before jogging her way to her Fiancé.

"Was that Deniz?" Harry asked, "haven't seen him around."

"Yeah, remember his roommate said that he was visiting his parents in Turkey? He said his grandmother was sick and she passed." YN shared.

"Awh! That's sad." Harry cooed. He pulled out of parking lot and drove to the grocery store.

"Do you have the list?" YN asked peeping into Harry phone. He had the list pulled up on the notes app with the things they needed to get this week.

"Mhmm, we can start with the fruit and veggie aisle?"

"I say we start with the snack aisle and go to veggies last." She smiled cheekily, "we don't want veggies to go bad whilst we walk around, do we?"

"Cheeky! Come on." He followed her as she pushed the trolley with her.

"One more bag! It's different flavour!" She whined for another family pack of Lays chips.

"Baby remember you can't eat processed food?" He reminded, "you get the blue packet or the yellow one."

"But it's Indian Masala Harry, you can't handle that!"

"I don't eat that anyway love." He shrugged.

"You're annoying." She huffed and switched out the packets and walked ahead of him. "No, no, no, no we gotta eat healthy!"

"These are protein bars."

"No, no, no put tem back. Put them back." She shook her head. He just held back his laugh and snuck in a few in the trolley anyway. He makes sure she has one on herself all the time as she sometimes get's too distracted at work that she somehow forgets to eat.

Both of them mostly had fun at the grocery store, weird but it was true. No one spots him at the store or they just don't care enough. But he saw a trio of his fans at the store taking a few sneaky pictures of him. He asked YN to split up so they can wind up early before a potential mod of his fans gather by the store if those people post the update in that moment. It was a weekend.

He picked out a few fruits whilst YN was just six feet away from him picking up veggies. She cooks most of the time or is incharge of everything, Harry can only make simple pasta dishes. But he is learning, okay!

Last night he made lasagna for dinner in his own!

YN always wondered how he ate properly and healthy food when he couldn't cook anything but pasta. She seems to forget he's (or used to be) on tour most of the time and he's actually rich as hell and heaven that he had hired personal chef coming up to his place to prepare his meals, or he just popped at his mum's or sister's. He's been humbled since he met her, he said.

"Hello love." YN was approached by a man, she glanced at him briefly being spooked for a second. Chose to ignore the man. "I needed help picking from these big aubergines." He was stood merely five inches away from her. Same about her height just a little taller and bulkier build enough have her intimidated and disgusted.

Ew!

EW!

"I don't know if I can help, sorry." YN walked a few steps away from him, picking up Tomatoes and bagging them. She looked over her shoulder to look for Harry who had his back facing her picking out the most perfect looking apples he could. He's been wanting to make a fruit salad for the longest. But that man made her really uncomfortable there. He stood next to her picking up carrots and cucumbers, seeing that he actually tried to touch her hand picking a carrot next to the tomato she was reaching for. She felt his gaze burning into her skin.

Not wanting to tell him off like she did once ages ago and almost got herself hurt, she hurried up with what she was doing so she could go fetch her Fiancé to accompany her. With her hands full of little bags of veggies she went back to Harry not knowing what to do.

"Harry!" She plopped the bags in the trolley and stood close to him, holding onto his arm.

"You alright, darling?" He enquired seeing her so anxious out of nowhere.

"Don't look, but that man there really made me uncomfortable." She shared whispering, "we still need to get onions and potatoes for your soup that you wanted to make tonight, he's stood right there." But he looked over and spotted the man stood there.

"Did he tried to do something?"

"He tried to touch my hand, but let's just not make a scene get our stuff and leave, please?" She requested knowing he would make a complain to have the man thrown out of the store.

YN wouldn't mind that but she goes to the same store even when Harry is not home. Once she almost got herself (god forbid) abducted from the parking lot when she politely declined to help a man load his car with groceries. It was back when she had just moved with Brielle and her mum, making a short trip after classes to get some stuff make something to surprise her friend for her birthday.

"Okay," Harry nodded and walked with her to the aisle and picked up everything they needed from that section. "Baked goods!"

"We passed it two times!" She whined, already tired of walking. He walked behind her close by.

"We're almost done here." He announced, "do you want to get icecream on the way home?"

"Oh yeah!" She nodded. "Oh I also need pads and stuff."

"Already got 'em." He had her caged in between the shopping cart and him, his hands rested on the handle bar on either sides on her as they walked. She read him the list and checked things off as he placed each item in the cart.

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In the car park, loading the boot with their grocery YN heard Harry sigh.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't look behind, there are people taking pictures of us."

"Oh!" She sounded nervously, almost dropping the egg carton but he caught it.

"Careful, baby." He giggled, "it's ok—" he was interrupted by someone tugging at the hem of his shirt.

It was a little eight year old girl. She looked nervous het happy as she looked up at Harry with her big brown eyes. "Hi Harry!"

"Hello love." Harry greeted her.

"I, I am here with my Mummy. Can you please sign this for me?" She held out her Hello Kitty diary and unicorn pen towards him. She also had a unicorn bag pack. Harry looked at the direction she pointed out, two cars away was stood her mother.

"Sure," Harry crouched to match her height, "what's your name?"

"Ellie." She announced, "I love your music. Mummy took me to see you last time."

"Yeah?" Harry sounded in amusement, "did you had fun? Was I a good performer?"

"Mhmm, I really love Adore You, it's my favourite song. Especially the fishie!" She held out a hand, her thumb and forefinger held close to one another to show how little she thinks the fish in the music video is.

"You love fishes, huh? It's my favourite too. We've got a fish too, haven't we YN?" He was still busy writing a note to her.

"Yeah!" YN nodded.

"Thank you!" Ellie smiled taking back her diary and pen from Harry.

"Can I give you a hug?" Harry asked.

"Yes!" Ellie launched herself at him with a bear hug, he hugged her back. The little girl proceeded to give YN a brief hug too before she was running off to her mother waving bye to Harry.

"She was cute!" Harry cooed.

It warmed YN's heart to see him interact with babies and little kids. She haven't yet gotten over the time of Brielle's baby shower day when both of them hung put with her little nephew all day. The boy was very much infatuated by Harry but he still preferred YN more. She can only imagine how he'd be with their own little one.

"What you thinking about, darling?" Harry caught her attention when he shut the back door of the car closed.

"Nothing." YN shook her head, "I'd say we go on an impromptu picnic but we have to put the produce away in the fridge."

"Hmm, we can do that." He agreed, went to open the passenger side door for her. "We can go tomorrow, yeah?"

"Okay." YN got in the car, mumbling a little thank you to him.

"Also, we need to put together a decoration set up. I'll let you pick that 'cause I picked the venue." He shared once he was in driver's seat.

"Oh, how kind of you, sir!" YN gasped in faux surprise.

"We can make a Pinterest board." He suggested, earning an excited laugh from her. He drove back home readying himself to drown in deep waters of what pinterest is.

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This is just a filler chapter, plus introduction to His Royal Highness Milo YLN-Styles, brother of His Royal Highness McFish.

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Little Miss Cry

Synopsis: One where Harry is graduating before YN and she finds life harder to navigate through college already (requested)

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YN was very grateful she met Harry at the beginning of her college course.

Though he initiated the friendship, he asked her out on a coffee date but she rejected him in the most adorable way - that's what he says at least -, she had grown to be way too close to him. Of course he is her boyfriend now.

The thought him graduating before her and spending two more years getting the degree gives her a weird ick. He can't walk to and from college with her everyday, he will be busy handling his dad's business, he will make new friends at work. This all unlocked new fear for her that he's going to forget her.

Her dad did that to her, when he left her at her Grandma's he'd just started his own business.

Plus having to socialise with new people made her feel sick. Harry hung out with her, he sometimes took her with him to see his friends though she always felt left out and most of them were older than her and she doesn't know how to start conversations, just being by his side is more entertaining to her.

Don't get it wrong, she is so happy and proud of Harry that he's graduating. His hard work was paying off. But she's also going to miss him, especially when he's going to move to a different place now and she can't just walk a few steps to go over to his whenever she pleases or wants. Does that make her a bad person?

"Hey, sweetheart!" Harry greeted her this morning with a kiss on her forehead and a hug, like everyday.

"Hey," she cooed hugging him back. She buried her face in his neck taking in the smell of his usual cologne.

"You alright?" He asked.

"Mhmm." YN nodded, realising that she was holding onto him for a little too long.

"Let's go then, yeah?" He suggested holding onto her hand as they walked to the lift. She stood in front of him pouting asking for a little smooch. He just chuckled leaning down he placed a kiss on her puckered lips. "You look so, so pretty today, did you curl your hair?" He noticed new waves in her hair.

"You noticed!" She was surprised, they both stepped into the lift, "and yes, Isabelle ordered this heatless curling thing online I tried last night. It actually worked."

"Of course, I notice everything about my baby!" He draped his arm around her shoulder tucking her closer to him. She smiled sheepishly looking down, he grabbed her tote bag from her as they walked to their college getting little drinks on their way. "There is a party tonight, do you wanna go with me?" He asked waiting for her to get her books from her locker.

"I, uh, I don't know." She stuttered remember the first and last time she went to a party, "I don't feel like going to parties, you know especially since last time. You, you were there. Sorry."

"Yeah, I won't force you. It's Okay, we can stay in and watch a movie or something or go on a little date, what do you say?" He suggested.

"No, you don't have to stay with me it's okay." She looked at him as she stopped arranging books in her locker, "I don't want you to miss out on stuff just because I don't like to go to parties and stuff."

"It's not that," he sighed watching her resume her arranging. He also noticed his previous years notes he gave her to study from, "I have grown out of parties already, I'd rather stay at home or be with you than watch people throwing themselves at me or my friends and get shit faced."

"You're graduating Harry, it's not fun. Isn't it like mandatory you celebrate graduation like that?" She asked, now finally done with her thing as she shut her locker closed.

"I can celebrate in much more fun way with you," he smirked, "we can go to the New York City for the weekend and go see the tourist attractions. You haven't been to any, right?"

"Harry, I'd feel too guilty!"

"Don't, I want to be with my girl." He assured her. "We'll talk more about it in break, yeah? Now let's go to our classes."

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Harry and YN were sat at their usual place in the college cafeteria eating the lunch he made today. She ranted about how she curled her hair and which products she borrowed from Isabelle and how they work on his request, he loves to hear her talk okay!

That's the only way he can get her to talk, even though he would shamelessly admit he loves her little kitten stare at him, all doe eyed as he talks about his own thing. Or even when they're cuddled up on the sofa or bed watching something. He just how quietly affectionate she is. The way she'd just do the things he forgets to, like pack a lunch, get him a water bottle, cook meals for both of them (she especially loves to bake little treats often), or if she's hanging out at his and see his laundry everywhere she's just toss it in the basket for him or help him tidy up. Just these tiny little things she observes make him fall more for her.

"Harry!"

YN was interrupted by Niall approaching their table there with few of his friends. That made YN upset because they're not going to leave Harry alone for the rest of the break, she just wants him all to herself, is it too much to ask for?

Even at home he's constantly interrupted by either Mitch now that he's got less work and more time at home or it is Ethan, Harry's other roommate constantly shit talking about his job.

YN just sat there with her shoulders slumped in the corner, but Harry slipped his hand in hers under the table seeing her all anxious. He notices her becoming more quiet around his friends.

"YN what are your plans for summer?" Sarah asked.

(Not Mitch's Sarah.)

"Oh, I don't have any plans yet. But I'm planning to look for a intership for my next term project." YN shared, happy that at least someone acknowledges her.

"You're so boring," Beatrice rolled her eyes, "always studying."

"Isn't that why you're here for, Beatrice?" Harry deadpanned. "At least she's not wasting her time."

"Are you two like together or what? You're always speaking for her." Lexi giggled.

YN didn't like Lexi. She is in Harry's class always tries to hit on him though she had only seen him not pay a mind to her. She had started to come around since the start of this semester as she's got same class at Niall and Harry.

"You don't know? Of course they're together." Sarah snapped.

YN felt so bad in the moment. "I can speak for myself." She started, "and yes Harry and I are together."

Everyone looked at her in surprise, a quiet one speaking up for themself is quite unusual. Especially for YN there. Just before anyone could comment anything on it the period bell went off.

"I have a lecture." She said to Harry before leaving the place. God she's never going to hang out with his friends. Apart from Sarah. She's very sweet and humble.

"Wait for me, lovie." Harry followed after her, "I'm sorry about that baby."

"No, it wasn't your fault." She shrugged, her voice was watery enough for Harry catch on.

"It's okay, we won't see them ever again. Just a couple of months, yeah?" He assured her, enough to make her cry. "No, no, no, don't cry." She hugged him. "Let's go sit on the grass bit for a little, yeah?"

"I, I have revision." She mumbled inbetween her cried.

"Will help you myself, baby, come with me." He wiped her tears off her face with cuffs of his hoodie. He took her bag from her as they walked to the grass groud. "You know want to study here?"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"Okay." He took his own laptop out to actually sit there and study with her.

She weirdly inspires him to study now actually and his academic success have grown a tad bit more with the efforts he has been putting in. He does have to stop and help her out sometimes as she studying same topics as he did during the two years of college.

By the end of the day YN had convinced Harry to really go to the party with his friends. He needs his own alone time apart from her, she said though he would rather be with her than his drunk friends really. But he said he'd go for an hour or so after her insisting.

YN went back home and got her other assignments done after work. She was all alone at home as Isabelle and Beatrice had gone to the same party themselves. She did her nightly routine and got all cosy in her bed, with her laptop to watch something new other than The Office. She had recently grown to love rom-coms, she'd watch the random one which popped on her recommendations. It was The Kissing Booth which popped up on her screen. Despite reading mixed reviews about it she still decided to watch it. Her bedding was extra comfortable today, her cuddle bear, Bibbles.

Before getting too comfortable, she noticed her water bottle was empty on her nightstand so she walked to the kitchen to fill it up and grabbed a bag of her favourite potato crisps. She heard her phone ding buried somewhere in her fluffed up blanket. She managed to fish it out and saw the text from Harry asking her to open the door for him, telling that he'd already asked Isabelle and Beatrice if he could stay over tonight and both of them said it was fine with them.

As far as YN remembered he left just about an hour and half ago, but she still went to get the door him. "Harry, you there?" She asked waiting for a response so she can actually proceed to open the door.

"I'm here, baby. Can you please-" he was interrupted when she opened the door, "Hello, my love!" She quickly stepped aside making him a way to get in, so he did and took off his outdoor shoes by the door.

"You didn't go to the party?" She asked.

"I did," he shared, "got bored and tired so thought to join you, do you mind if I?"

Harry did looked tired. He was working as well as studying his ass off for the finals. He had dark circles under his eyes by now, he was breaking out of stress, that's what he said to her.

"No, of course not."

"What were you upto, baby?" He asked, stuffing his socks back into his shoes noticed her staring at him.

"I was going to watch The Kissing Booth." She shared. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"We can cuddle and watch the movie." He suggested. Already making his way to her kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

"Yes." YN smiled shyly. She really liked how he had grown comfortable enough at her place lately. Especially since Beatrice had got off his back but she still finds her way to bully YN. He was dressed a simple black tshirt and a pair of black sweats. He'd seem to changed into his PJs from his usual button down and skinny jeans.

"Oh you've got snacks already." He chirped as he walked both of them to her room.

YN froze for a beat seeing she had her teddy bear up. She found it embarrassing to tell anyone she still sleeps with a cuddle bear. She had also managed to hide it from Harry until now, whenever he was over to spend the night with her she'd tuck it away in her closet. Harry acted like her cuddle bear to fill up for Bibbles the bear. It was only toy her cousins spared her to.

But to her surprise Harry didn't seem to notice it, or he chose not to comment on it. He followed her in bed, tucking the bear under his arm like a pillow before he was pulling up the blanket on both of their thighs. She pulled up the movie she was going to watch again.

"He's cute." He finally spoke up, "when did you get it?"

YN looked up at him finally, seeing the way he was holding Bibbles. She's quite protective of the toy. Why wouldn't she? It was the only thing she had to play with and she cuddled it at night, especially after she'd be going back to sleep after having a horrendous nightmare. The stuffed bear held bery special place in her heart. It bothered her the way he held onto it, with it's arm folded on itself. It wasn't going to break, she knew that, but still she was trying her best not to yank it away from him not wanting him to find her weird, that she's so protective of a mere stuffed toy.

"No, it's, it's very old." She stuttered, petting the leg of the teddy bear.

"Never saw it before. Does he have a name?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, relieved as Harry placed the toy on his lap properly. "I had him since I was one year old. Named him Bibbles."

"That's adorable!" Harry giggled. "I never knew you had a cuddle bear."

"It's embarrassing." She pressed play on her laptop starting the movie but he quickly paused it.

"It's not!" He exclaimed, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about, baby." He pressed a kiss on her head. "Here you have him." He carefully placed the bear in her lap. Well, least to say she felt that much less embarrassed about it now, she sat there cuddled and bundled up next to him.

The very next morning when she woke up as if on autopilot, she found herself caged and tucked under her fluffy blanket warmly. Bibbles the bear tucked close to her chest. Familiar smell of her boyfriend spooning her became more prominent to her as she started to wake up from her sleep. She had grown to love this feeling!

YN could only hope she could still get to wake up next to him. He'd told her a couple months ago he was moving to a different place. Five blocks away where they live now. He was going to be living alone there, he'd also taken her to visit the flat (or apartment as the Americans call it) as there was some renovations going on.

She knew he's going to be the next CEO to one of his dad's company but, she still couldn't fathom how he could afford a literal penthouse getting straight out of college.

Harry was nice enough to ask her to move in with him. Well, she wouldn't mind but she wants to live on her own, at least until she graduates and look after herself. It's always been her vision growing up. She had to politely decline his offer. And they have been dating for just about a year now, it was too early for her.

But it all sunk in on her out of nowhere, the fact that he won't be just a door away from her. Though that really made her realise she had to learn to take care of her problems on her, that she can't go on crying to him almost everytime. He's a human too, he needs his own personal space. He's got his own set of problems than hearing her cry over every little inconvenience life has to offer. That's one of the many reasons she wanted to live on her own.

He just won't be on campus with her, he won't be able to walk with her to and forth from campus to home now. He's got a more demanding job now.

It gave more anxiety to her than it should to him about starting up a new job.

YN didn't realise she was crying until she felt a gentle squeeze on her arm. "Hey baby, what's wrong?" He rasped, "did you had a nightmare or something?"

"No, it's nothing." She sniffled and wiped off her face with her sweater paw.

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

She felt a kiss being placed on the back of her head making a shiver run down her spine. She doubts she'd ever get used to his kisses and not have shiver running down her spine or have goosebumps make her skin itch. She's literally cuddled up next to him on her double twin bed. So, she placed her stuffed bear on the floor next to her bed and turned around carefully, not to push him or herself off the bed on accident.

"Hi gorgeous, good morning." He beamed, petting her hair and instantly embracing her in a bear morning hug. Her face found a home against his neck. "Did you sleep well?"

"Good morning. I did sleep well." She mumbled, "did you?"

"The best sleep I've had in longest!"

"Do you want to stay for breakfast?" She suggested.

"How about I take you out?" He counter suggested, "on a little date, how do you like the sound of that? Wanted to take you out last but you forced me to go this party!"

"Yes, I want to go." She agreed. Of course she did! They haven't been out on their little dates in a while.

"Get ready whilst I go get ready as well, yeah?"

"I want to cuddle for a bit." She held onto him tightly.

"You sure you alright, baby?" He enquired again and earned just a humm from her. "Don't go back to sleep."

"I'm not." She whined.

"You know how much I love you?" He whispered, pressing soft little kisses on her head.

"Mhmm."

He gasped, "your answer should have been no. But I'm gonna tell you any way. I love you so much, can't even comprehend!"

"I love you so much too!" She mumbled against his chest.

"Yeah? You do?" He teased her, "are you going to let me look and kiss your pretty face then?"

YN shifted her head to look at him so he can kiss her and he did. His lips smeared over hers in a delicate good morning kiss, before he pulled apart enough to pepper the rest of her face with tiny sloppy pecks. Her fist tightened when she felt his hand creep down to the rest on her bum, finger tips digging gently in the full of the flesh as he buttoned his mouth back on hers. Much more needy, it felt like to like.

It had her heart racing even though it wasn't the first time, but the last time was interrupted by his other roommate knocking on his door looking for waffle maker. They don't have anyone at her's now to interrupt them. Feeling his hard on pressing into the soft of her thigh through the layers of both their sweats had her pulling away trying to catch on her breath. She was taken back by surprise with his forwardness this morning. He haven't touched her like that intentionally this way before, though she didn't mind in the moment she doesn't want to lead him onto something which she really doesn't feel comfortable with.

"Ha-harry?" She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I, I think I, I don't like this... Please!" She requested which had him immediately pulling away and retreat his hands away from her watching her sit up on the mattress.

"I'm, I'm really sorry baby." He cooed, blood draining from his face immediately as he looked ather with concern, following her to sit up straight. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, just got carried away, I'm so, so, so so sorry!"

"No, no you didn't, you didn't know." She stuttered, "we just haven't- I, I mean you never touched me there so it was something new. I was just surprised not uncomfortable, I promise. I don't want, to you know... go any further. I don't know if that's something I want just yet."

"We, we're not." He assured her, "oh my- baby I am really sorry!"

"It's okay." She rested her hand on the back of his own on the mattress. "Hug?"

"You sure?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded jerkingly. "You told me to ask you stop if I wasn't comfortable with anything, didn't you? So I did. Not that I'm uncomfortable with you, I feel more free around than anyone else. I just don't want to want to you know..." She shrugged punctuating her confess with a sheepish look on her face. That had him sighing in relief. His heart was thumping in his ears as he tried hard not to breakdown. His vision clouded with tears pooling up in his eyes.

"C'mere!" He offered her a hug which she gladly accepted. "Thank you so much for telling me, baby, you know I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable, right? I really didn't mean to."

"I know you didn't." Her hand rubbed strokes up and down his back. "Harry, are you crying? It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

"I know, I know." He assured her, breaking the hug as he sniffled.

"It's alright. I love you." She leaned forward to place a sweet ticklish kiss on his cheek, it had him breathing out a giggle.

"I love you."

"Can I, can I tell you something?" She suggested.

"Anything." He pulled the blanket upto his thighs, he wasn't hard anymore with intense feeling of guilt clouding his brain.

"I don't want to have sex until I'm married, I know we never talked about it and it might sound old fashioned but I think that's what I want." She shared, "just want you to know so I'm not leading you on with anything unintentionally. I don't mind kissing and cuddling and stuff."

"If that's what you want then who am I judge, hmm?" He felt less guilty there, at he knew where to draw the line with her, and respect her boundaries. And the fact that she rarely opens about herself and he has to guess almost everything that she's actually sharing something with him, which warmed his hear. "Thank you for telling me."

"Your welcome." She smiled shyly.

"What got you all shy?" He chuckled, "it's okay you can talk about it if you want."

"No, it's nothing." She shook her head, "I grew up you know in environment where this is a taboo subject to talk about. And girls and even boys are told about it very little just a day or two before they're getting married. They don't even teach girl about good and bad touch, I mean my cousins were not but I was when I went to school in London. They taught us about what is that. So I just got ehmmm, a but flustered to tell you about it."

"First off, that's very fucked up." He started, "and second of all it's very fucked up. I'm glad you told me about it."

Well, that was good way to start the morning. Or was it? YN didn't know how to feel about that in that moment.

But as the day went on she really made peace with it. They had their take out brunch at a park near by Harry's new place and later went on to check on the little renovation going there. It was his mum's pent house she just gave it to him because she never uses it.

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As the Autumn started new academic year for YN started well.

Harry graduated. He had a blast. He was also nice enough to include her in his fun, dragged her along to the parties where she could go as she was under aged to drink in America (but apparently old enough to take out a huge loan). Well, why wouldn't he? She's his girlfriend afterall!

It was also nearing to their one year anniversary in December. He had already been bugging her to tell him what she wanted to do already. Though she didn't want him to spend anything or do anything for her other than bake a few cookies or a cake and cuddle whilst drinking hot chocolate and just listen to him talk. In her heart she wanted to go back and relive their first date, go to the Time Square and share a kiss like they did.

But it's still a about four months away, she's got plenty of time to make up her mind. She was just happy seeing her boyfriend happy that he finally graduated.

Oh she totally gets him!

She's already dreading to go to classes or maybe it was her seasonal dipression kicking it.

She didn't know what was kicking in but college was already kicking her bum.

Just a couple of weeks in and she already has at least three breakdowns everyday. All she wants to do is now drop out and start her own bakery, well, Isabelle suggests that they both should go be strippers but she'll pass on it. Mainly because she's not that comfortable in her body yet. Atleast Harry would support the idea as he giggled and showed his support through the phone call they managed to squeeze in between in his hectic schedule.

But that's all she got. It was nearing the three week mark since last seeing him in person or kissing him or hugging. She was missing.

YN had a really bad start of her new academic year so far, she dreaded to do her assignments and was struggling to find intership for her project study. Every where she went to interview said they weren't hiring interns in the field she was majoring in. Well, she could wait until it's closer to turning in the project but jt would be too late as all the students would cram in to get that intership. She just needed a certificate of a completed intership that's all. And she made another huge error in her class presentation.

She knew she hated public speaking!

Her work life was a total disaster. Her shifts were odd all of a sudden. And maybe it was her bad luck following her to work that she had deal with rude customers.

YN was so grateful he invited her over for the weekend to his new place now that he had moved in and settled down. On her way from college she made sure to pick up a cute and small bouquet of flowers and chocolates. Well, chocolates were for her but she was willing to share.

She's just started her period okay!

She had a bad month so far. She's just excited to see her boyfriend over the weekend there. The walk was killing her but she made a stop by hers to get a change of clothes like he asked her to and her toiletries of course before making another walk the same distance from college to home to his mew place. On her way she picked up a small bouquet of red and white roses for her boyfriend. He was home when she texted him that she's down his building and just getting in the lift.

Just for YN surprise after Harry left her on read he was stood by his front door, already reaching for her duffle bag weighing it, to guess if she packed enough for the weekend or not. He seemed pretty pleased with it. He pulled in and shut the door behind him.

"Hi baby!" He sighed gathering her in a long craved hug from his lover being mindful of the roses she hugged near her chest. "I missed you!"

"Hi, I missed you so much!" Her came out muffled against his chest and felt him relax in instant as she rubbed her hand on his back, up and down his spine.

"Yeah? You did, huh!" He teased, giving her a light squeeze.

"Mhmm so much!" She lifted her head up to look at him witha subtle pout on her lips which he caught onto. He dipped his head down, just centimetre away from her mouth.

"Can I get a kiss?" He mumbled.

Least to say, butterflies in her tummy were going to have a field day today!

YN decided to give in first by initiating the kiss by smearing her lips onto his in a peck as delicate as Harry saw her to be. If he wasn't holding onto her, she would have been a puddle on the marble tile of his new home. A quick little kiss was placed on his dimpled cheek before she hugged him again, this time clinging onto him by his neck. He heard a few sniffles from her.

"You alright, my love?" He asked, concern weighed his voice down. "You crying?" He reluctantly pulled away enough to look at her, "what's wrong, baby?"

"Nothing. I don't know why I'm crying." She giggled but she was crying. It was confusing.

"Awh!" Harry cooed as he gathered her in a hug. "Come on, I'll show you our bedroom. It's all done now. I guess at least, unless you want ." He grabbed a gentle hold of her hand, laced his fingers through hers as he grabbed her duffle bag for her.

Well, she caught onto his word of choice to describe what's probably the master bedroom of his new home. It wasn't a big deal when she found herself saying the same thing, but when he said that it made her heart flutter a little.

Last time she was there he was sleeping on an air mattress on the floor for the time being in the living as he was getting his (both their) bedroom repainted and redecorated. He was taking full advantage of his father funding it, he said.

"You got the vase!" She exclaimed, excited about the vase she found online which she thought would look amazing in his house. It was fairly expensive so she didn't thought he would be getting it, but he got it! "And I got you flowers!"

"Thank you baby," he cooed taking the flowers she handed him.

"It's really good quality too, isn't it?" She inspected the new vase.

"Mhmm." He agreed as he plopped down on bed in front of her, "my girlfriend picked that up for me."

YN blushed and rolled her eyes as she placed the glass display back to where it was, on the little coffee table beside his bed by the floor to ceiling window. "You can place these in the vase now."

"Right!" He plopped the arrangement of flowers in the vase for the time being. "Also got a bed finally. My back was fucking killing me on the air mattress."

"Is it fine now?" She enquired.

"The pain it a little better yeah, just that I haven't slept on the floor since I moved out." He giggled sheepishly.

Harry moved out when he got into college. The cheapest dorm he got did not come with a single piece of furniture, not even an air mattress. So he slept on the floor with a blanket for a week before he got the time to actually upgrade to an air mattress.

He continued to show her some more new things he got for a little bit, before he got her to unpack despite her saying there is no need to as she's only over for the weekend. But he still cleared out a small section for her in his walk-in closet there and helped her unpack, by placing her makeup and stuff she brought along in the bathroom.

He knows it's just the beginning, they've been dating for barely half a year but he still wishes to share half of everything he has with her. Maybe someday he'll get to do that too.

"There are some sanitary pads and everything to hopefully help you, decided to stock up just in case." He informed YN as she watched him make a whole new corner for her little travel sized skin care stuff, replicating his own.

"How did you know I got my period?" She was surprised.

"I didn't." He admitted, "always keep this stuff. My sister adviced me actually. Have got many friends who get their period and it's nice to have stuff for everyone in case they decided to crash in. And especially since I've got myself a girlfriend."

It was bare minimum, he would say, but YN hasn't had anyone doing the bare minimum for her. Like ever. You see, it made her cry her.

No, it's just her hormones being all over the place!

"Thank you so much, Haz!"

"Don't cry!" He cooed. "This is just bare minimum I can do for you, baby." A soft laugh was what she heard before she felt a kiss on her forehead. "You alright now?"

"Yeah, it's my period I promise I don't cry this often anymore." She sniffled.

"That's okay!" He giggled, "do you want to go have lunch now? Then we can cuddle and watch Office or maybe take a nap, yeah?"

"Mhmm."

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YN and Harry ended up falling asleep after lunch. Both of them tired from long month and time away from one another.

His new bed was very comfy, YN figured that the moment she lied down and sleep was taking her in a bear hug. But that peaceful and much needed sleep of hers was disrupted rather quickly when her cramps woke her up. She barely managed to get out from under Harry's arm wrapped around her to make a run for the bathroom. But it was too late and it was a crime scene.

"Shit!" She mumbled to herself. Luckily her white tshirt was saved all throughout her cleaning herself up, despite cramps killing her she somehow managed to wash up her bloody pants and knickers and clean up after herself, halfway though, it was still going to be a struggle to get rid of the stains.

"YN? You alright?" There was a knock on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"

"No!" She rushed, "I'm fine. I'm fine. Can, can you please get me a change of clothes clothes, I, I need to change, please?"

"Sure."

She could hear his footsteps pad towards the closet where she left her bag, it took him barely thirty seconds to get back to her which made her sure he made a mess of her perfectly organised duffle bag.

Harry knocked on the door again. He held back his giggles watching her just stick out her hand creaking the door open and shut it closed.

Harry saw a little spot on the bedsheet, so he got to change those. He was done changing up the sheets in barely five minutes as he hadn't got that many pillows on his bed yet. He was just about to load the sheet into washer but heard her gasp on the other side of the door to the bathroom.

"You alright, baby?" He asked.

"Yeah!" She sounded, "five minutes."

Oh boy, it's going to take her a long time. It's usual for herself to bleed so much on either the first or second day but she made a mess of his toilet. Plus she's got bloody panties to try and get rid of the stains so Harry doesn't see those. She's going to ruin his washer, it was a new one she reckoned. But she got herself dressed decent first.

"Baby, you alright in there?" She heard Harry again, "what's taking so long? Talk to me."

"I'm fine Harry, don't worry." She called.

Oh he does need to worry, she was already feeling nauseous and dizzy.

"No you're still worrying me baby, I know you've passed out on me one time while you were on your period." He reminded, "can I come in? I promise it's fine."

"No, it's-" she hissed feeling like her insides are being ripped out, "- it's okay. I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Are you really sure?" He asked again as he could really hear her sobbing. "YN, I'm coming in now." He did not give her much time to pull herself together as he walked in. "What's wrong baby?" He found her cleaning her pants and knickers which just got ruined, clearly she was in a lot of pain.

"Hey, look at me." He held onto her wrists, "you look like you're in so much pain baby, let's get you to bed yeah?"

"But I need to clean-"

"Don't worry about that." He assured her, "come with me. It's okay, I promise."

"Let, let me wash my hands first."

He waited for her to wash up her hands before he walked her out to his bed, he tucked her in carefully.

"I'm going to get you some painkiller and something to eat and drink, okay?" He shared, "gimme five minutes." Placing a soft kiss on her cheek he jogged down stairs and came back quicker than he told her. He held a bunch of her favourite junk food, a bottle of water and painkillers.

"Harry, I need to wash up my clothes first."

"Don't worry, we'll just throw those into washer- separately if you wish. Just rest for now okay?" He assured her, "eat up before you take the medication. I'll go put up the sheets and your clothes in the washer."

"Wait, did I ruin your bedsheets." She started crying again, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Baby, it's okay. You can't control this. You don't have to stress about this." He assured her. "It'll come off in the washer, if not we'll buy a new one."

"I promise I'll buy you new ones, just throw those away." She panicked.

"It's alright, we don't need to throw them away." He kept reassuring her.

"It is going to ruin your washing machine!"

"Baby, honey, love, it's alright." He held onto both her hands, "look at me please?" And she obliged, "it's not going to ruin our washer, it's just a drop of blood, angel. I promise."

"No, you don't know, it, it broke one back, back at grandma's." She was having a full blown meltdown and a panic as she coked in between her rambling, yet she looked like she had no energy to even keep her eyes open.

"I'm sorry baby, but I am sure it wasn't because of that." Harry tried to be as calm as possible even though it made him furious. "I want you to lay down, or maybe take a nap yeah? I'm gonna go make us something to eat then we'll cuddle all day on the sofa and watch The Office again. We can eat these snacks later. How does that sound?"

"Mhmm." She nodded, "good."

"Okay, I love you!" He placed a delicate kiss on the corner of her mouth.

"I love you!" She squealed a little cry, as the corners of her mouth tugged down.

"No, no," he warned her softly, "take these meds now okay, I'll be up with breakfast in a few."

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They did just what he decided on. Watched yet another re-run of The Office. YN practically laying on top of Harry curled up in a ball, dozing in an out of sleep. TV running on a super low volume.

"Baby?" He called, running his hand up and down her back.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know how to approach this, but, who told you that your stained clothes would break the washer?" He was just so confused.

"I did broke one, my aunty told me the one that broke, that broke back at her's was my, my fault," she was still sleepy but up to talk, "as she caught me washing my clothes in it."

"Well, that's clear bullshit you know?" He sighed, "it won't break anything. It's just blood. Tiny bit of blood. It's okay."

"Okay." She nodded sniffling, "I'm sorry, I've been having a hard time."

"I know, baby!" He placed a kiss on her temple, "you you can talk to me right?"

"Hmm." She sounded, "it's been very difficult, since, since you moved. I got used to seeing you everyday even if it was for five minutes. I don't want to be dependent on anyone, it just happened. You, you always calm me down and encourage me. I find it hard that we can't even talk on the phone."

"What if I tell you, I find it difficult to navigate life now too?" He suggested, "I've gotten so used to you spoiling me, making all these healthy foods and forcing me to explain you certain topics on a weekend. Quite frankly, I miss that a lot baby. You sure you don't want to move in with me yet?"

"Mhmm." She nodded again.

"Then we'll figure something out, to at least talk on a phone everyday, if we can't see each other in person." He made a plan, "we can face time and have dinner or lunch together. Or you can come over to my office if possible. It's not going to be easy but we can make it through, yeah?"

"Yeah, I like that idea." She agreed, "why did I bad to get into college so late! You graduated so early!"

He chuckled, "you got in at the right time for yourself, love, and I got out on right time. It's okay. You know we can get through this. Just three more semesters and then you're done."

"Please don't remind me!" She started crying again.

"No, no, no I'm sorry!" He cooed, "do you want to take a nap now?"

"Yeah, I'm sleepy."

"Gimme a kiss and we can go back our bedroom, it's more comfy there." He announced and she did. Lifting her head up she gave him a soft peck on his mouth before he was walking both of them back to the bedroom.

He made sure there was everything for her, a bottle of water, some dark chocolate bars, a hot water bag to help with her cramps and himself to cuddle beside her.

She's a bit sensitive, Harry had figured that out a long time ago but he's grown to love her.

"I'm sorry, I'm being little miss cry all day. I can't help it." She looked at him with a sad puppy face. But the choice of her words made him laugh softly.

"Where did you hear that? Little miss cry?"

"Don't laugh." She scoffed, "Beatrice has been teasing me all day, because I cried after messing up my presentation!"

"It's okay to mess up, you learn from your mistakes." He assured her, "and don't listen to her, she just likes to be mean to everyone. I love you. So much!"

"I love you!"

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Okay this time I’m actually requesting Mimi!

Could I possibly request Harry with a really insecure reader that had a rough childhood? Like they blame themselves for something that their parent did and Harry sees them in one of their breakdowns?

I’m kinda having similar problems rn and all I want is for Harry to comfort me😭

If this is too much I totally understand ❤️

I hope this one tries to meet your expectations, hope I didn't went too far with the trauma 💀

And I am really sorry it took me so long to post this.

Everything Is Going To Be Fine

Synopsis: One where Harry finds YN in one of her breakdowns

CW: Cheating, controlling parents, being forced to stay closeted.

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Harry's recent move to his new flat, came with both negative and positive attributes to it.

First the positives, he's now entitled to all his privacy as he should be, this place isn't a public affair, he's made good friends with his neighbour.

So good friends that it becomes negative. Well, least to say he's fallen in love. Why would be a negative thing one might ask? The woman he fell in love with is already married. It's a different story that she seems to be very unhappy, that doesn't change the fact he is basically a homewrecker now.

Or at least he thought he was. All three years of him living there, he found the beginning of this new year the hardest pill to swallow.

YN, is her name. An over working Doctor with a six month old, stuck in marriage whare she is just very unhappy; her words not his.

It didn't took her long to open upto him when he approached her with open arms of vulnerability. It barely took her a week to talk about how not satisfied she is with her life.

Her husband, Rohan is always on business trips, which is pretty self-explanatory as to what his business must be all about. YN on the other hand worked twice as hard to fend for herself, and now the newest member of her family.

He never knew she was pregnant until he started hearing cried and little noises next door. Sometimes at three in the morning.

Harry has just been so confused of her shutting him out all of a sudden. Now he hardly sees her around.

He's just so confused, he doesn't see her son around. Like ever!

Today though, he was hearing loud bickering booming through the thin walls. Once voice particularly belonged to YN and other he had no idea, but all he could make that there was another woman. Harry doesn't mean to listen to the argument but it was getting louder and louder, the voice traveling to the main door. The slammed shut and he could hear a male voice arguing back to her.

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YN was having a bad week, thirty hour shift, eight hours before she has yet another twenty-four hour shift. Her first week back to work after her unexpected childbirth. Her mother coming over to drop her son off just for her to bicker with her daughter.

You see, YN never wanted to be become a doctor. She just wanted to get a corporate job and just live.

Neither she wanted to marry this soon. She was still in medical College when her parents lured her into their idea of her to get married. Well, long story short, she was married off to a closeted gay man.

Yeah, that's nasty!

Whilst homophobia is still a thing, YN was far more ahead of her family's mind set. Thanks to her career education, the traditions she grew up with failed to influence her. Whilst she had became good friends with her husband, it was a hard pill to swallow for her.

She had no idea about all this, up until the night she got married. She in fact started to fall for him. She experienced all of this first hand with career, so she had some empathy for the guy she was forcefully married so.

It took her long enough to realise his selfish agendas really. Six months into their marriage, he asked for their relationship (which has always been platonic from his end) to be an open one. Whilst Rohan was having multiple affairs with men all around London, he was still technically cheating on her, and she wasn't a saint herself.

YN had gotten over it long time ago. Well, she can't change anything. Her only option is to get a divorce which she was considering until she had a baby she didn't know she was going to have. It was going to be pain to get up on her feet, with bills, taxes, a student loan to be paid for, and a child to look after.

Well, one positive thing in her life has been her son, Niko. He's the light and joy for her after long tiring shifts at work. All that crying, pooping, peeing and puke, all those laughs and play time seemed worth it to her. That's the only thing she can have a choice on now, to be a good mother. But she has to leave him at either day care or at her mother's.

To cut to the chase, Niko isn't Rohan's child.

"This is why, I told you to talk your head. You can't satisfy your husband at least try to be your son!" Her mother accused her.

"Maa, if you don't want to look after him, then say so. I'll find other ways. You don't have to have a say in my marriage." YN warned her mother, trying her best not lash out.

It is not a secret to either of their parents that Rohan is having affairs. With whom it was still a mystery but they knew. It infuriated YN's mother, because she's apparently doing something wrong that her husband has to find ways to "satisfy his needs". It was their parents business inevitably as it was an old fashioned arranged marriage.

"You need to get your attitude fixed!" Her mother hissed at her, "what? Are you influence by those people?"

YN scoffed, "how did I had a baby if I was one of those people? I can't believe you Maa. Please just leave."

"Yeah, that isn't your husband's child, is he?" He mother finally confessed. "The father doesn't know about it, does he?"

"Wha- what makes you say that?" Rohan finally butted in.

"Why are you cheating on my daughter then?" YN's mum dead panned, "does it look like you even a bit? He doesn't even look like his mother for gods sake!"

"Enough Maa!" YN raised her voice, "you don't question the legitimacy of my son. It doesn't concern you one bit!"

"If, if you would have been a good wife then, then I wouldn't have said that." Her mother stuttered. YN looked at Rohan gor him to say something but he kept his mouth shut and walked to the nursery where Niko was fast asleep. "You should quit being a whore and sleep around with other men-"

"Get out." YN sighed, interrupting her mother.

"What?"

"I said get out, I don't want you here or in my life anymore!" YN raised her voice again. "I don't want you here anymore!"

"Have you no respect?" Her mother gasped, "I gave birth to you, brought you up, you're going to disrespect me like this?"

"When have you respected me?" YN couldn't help but cry in the moment, she's been bottling up her feelings for way too long, "you always signed me up things I never wanted to do! I never wanted to be a doctor, but I did anyway because I thought you'd be proud of me for at least one thing, you'll hug me finally. But you never did. You even managed to force me to get married to someone you found would be compatible for me." She laughed sarcastically, that's only way she can get a laugh anyway. She made her way to the door and opened it for her mother. "look where I ended up now! I don't want you to have a say in my life anymore."

"You need to learn to respect your elders and your husband, young lady!"

"He's Gay, maa!" She exclaimed. "What the fuck is wrong with you? All my life you've made decisions on my behalf, against my will. Now I won't let you do that anymore. Get out. Please."

"YN you're—"

"Leave, I said!" The last time YN yelled before her mother left. She went back and in dragged her husband out of the nursery room.

"Pack a bag and leave my house now." She told him.

"What?" Rohan scoffed in disbelief, "where am I supposed to go?"

"I don't know, I'll send you the divorce papers." She snapped, "to any of your little flings out there!"

"You're being completely unreasonable!" He raised his voice, "you know it's not safe for me for get a divorce. My parents are already suspicious of me being homosexual."

"I don't care."

"You're being homophobic here, YN. Come on, we can work it out. You can go back yo your lover whom you had that kid with. Isn't that his kid?"

"That kid is my son, keep him out of your filthy mouth, you asshole!" She raised her voice as well, "everytime you have a little inconvenience you put that label on me. I won't let you do that because I have been nothing but supportive you because I see people everyday. You have no fucking sympathy towards me, not even as a human let alone as your best friend I used to be! So now get out of my house."

"I pay half of the bills." Was his argument.

"And this place is mine, I'm paying the mortgage!" She screamed at him, "now get the fuck out of here before I-"

"Okay, okay!" He raised his hands up in defeat just to see her all red, screaming with the TV remote in her hand.

YN hardly ever gets angry. She had learnt to suppress her feelings inside, bottle it up real good. But she snapped today.

"GET OUT!" she yelled at him again, waking her baby up by accident. Whilst Rohan just ran to the other room to gather his stuff YN made a run to the nursery room, which had also been her room since day one now.

She picked up her crying baby and tried to rock him back to sleep.

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Harry was growing worried as the time went on.

His mind and heart was next door whilst his physical self was in his own flat. He wasn't able to get over her, especially since she lives next door, especially when he can feel her presence around him. He knew there was something big she was hiding. Especially when she tried to approach him after not seeing him for four months.

It gave him weird heebie-jeebies inside his stomach.

He'd fallen in love with her. And she has fallen in love with him. They both confessed. Had little dates at his place whenever her schedule allowed. He cooked her all her favourite meals even when he didn't know how to make them, they danced in his kitchen, they watched The Notebook together a hundred times and cried every time. And they made love. Sometimes...

He scurried through his pile of laundry he haven't gotten to fold yet to look for his phone. When the screaming got louder and a baby started crying loudly. He dialled in YN's number to call her.

She didn't answer it.

He waited. He waited for next twenty minutes before he was heading out the door to find her husband leaving the flat with a suitcase. No questions asked the man just left.

Harry's heart dropped to his stomach right there. Did he break her marriage? Was he the reason for all the screaming and a baby crying?

He shouldn't have been involved in the first place. Fall for someone who's already committed.

Wasn't his fault entirely, he was still in wrong.

He carefully opened the door go inside. Everything was in it's place. Three plates of food left on the dining table, barely touched. And there he saw YN walking out of her bedroom, closing the door behind her carefully.

"YN, what happened I heard scream-" he was cut off when she threw herself into his arms and started sobbing uncontrollably into hus chest. "Hey, hey, I'm here."

Harry was in utter surprise there. His heart was thumping out of control in his chest as he held a shaking girl in his arms. Best he could do was lower both of them down to the floor. "Hey, hey YN do you want to talk to me? What happened, angel"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She kept chanting, "I'm sorry!"

"Do you want to tell me why you're sorry, love, hmm?" He carefully pulled her away to look at her puffy red eyes, "what happened, darling?" Holding onto her face in palm of his hands he swiped away the over flow of tears.

"I don't know, I'm sorry!" She cried, holding onto his hands.

"It's alright, yeah?" He pulled her in a hug again. He stayed there to let her just cry her heart out. After all he'd never seen her cry, apart from watching The Notebook. She didn't even cry telling him about her marriage. His Shirt was definitely damp from her tears. "Hey, you alright love?" He looked down, "you want to go sit on the sofa?"

Before letting her protest for anything he was getting both of them off of the cold floor and walking to the sofa. He make a quick run to the kitchen for a glass of water. She was still crying but not sobbing.

"This was all my fault, I am so sorry your sleep, sleep was disturbed." YN stuttered in a low voice.

Harry took away the glass of water from her as she scooted closer to her, knees touching together. "Wasn't asleep. What happened?"

"It's uhhhh... It's nothing really. It was my fault. Had an argument with, with my mother," she chocked on her words trying to get words out of her mouth, "and then with, with Rohan. And then Niko started crying... I just-" she let out another sob.

"Hey, no it's okay. It wasn't your fault." He assured her, grabbing onto her hands carefully. "I don't want you getting sick, my love. It's okay!"

"Mhmm." She nodded.

"C'mere," he pulled her in his arms again, "my shirt is damp now." And he tried to joke but no reaction from her side, "how is Niko, hmm?"

"Good." Was her one word answer, before she pulled away from him to sit up straight. "I want to tell you something."

"Go on, I'm all ears." He looked at her, she was trying to not look at him. He was scared.

"Please tell me you won't be mad at me?" She asked, looking more scared that he was in the moment. "Please?"

"YN, I-" he sighed in defeat because he can't decide how he would feel, but to put her at ease, "okay."

"I didn't know about this, okay?" She started, "I promise I would have told you. I didn't know myself. Niko is yours."

And there it was nuclear bomb on emotions being dropped straight on his head.

"What?" Was all he could say.

"I can explain. Please, please don't be mad at me!" She begged before he could say anything else.

"How did you not know?" He was in disbelief.

"I don't know." She shook her head, "trust me please, he is yours, I, I wasn't sleeping with anyone but you and I didn't know that I was pregnant, I, I fell down the stairs at, at work and next thing I knew they were telling me I'm pregnant because I was having a load of pain in my stomach and, and I was bleeding heavily I, I didn't know what to do and then I went into cardiac arrest after, after he was out I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Harry, I'm sorry, please trust me, please-"

"Hey, look at me." He stopped her before she went back into panic, "I trust you, okay? I don't want you to panic, alright? Need you to tell me everything. I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"Mhmm, promise, my love." He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, "can I see him?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded her head jerkingly. Grabbing his hand she walked them to her bedroom.

There he was, fast asleep. All swaddled up in his little by her bed. A little beanie with cat ears on his head.

"He's so precious!" Harry whispered quietly to himself.

YN wanted to cry all over again. It was all true. Sleep deprived she was going back to her office with a cup of overfilled coffee up, dropping half of it has she walked down the stairs. Slipping on the coffee on the stairs she fell flat on her ass, hitting her head on the wall. Causing her to feel a shooting pain down and back and through her pelvic floor. Luckily a nurse saw her and escorted her to the ER then and there.

In that moment YN was grateful, she worked there. She could feel herself bleeding and intense cramp building up within half an hour. The nurse, who was also her friend has examined her, ordering an ultrasound stat. Because she was bleeding out so badly. That's how YN found out she was pregnant.

Niko was predicted to be about three and half weeks premature. They had to keep him in the NICU for three months and her for more two and half months. She had more than a bump on her forehead.

"Can I hold him?" YN froze into her place behind him. She didn't had the heart to tell him that the little boy would wake up inevitably and cry the whole time. "Would he wake up?"

"Yeah."

"It's okay, don't want him crying and making himself miserable." He looked back at the boy, the pad of his thumb running feathery touches on the baby's soft cheeks. "I'm so sorry I couldn't be there with you, YN."

"You didn't know, I didn't tell you." YN carefully sat next to him on the edge of her bed. "I should be sorry here."

"No-" he stopped as he heard Niko fuss for a second, "let's go out and talk, yeah?"

"Hmm." She followed him out. "I'm sorry."

"Stop saying sorry." He warned her, "you didn't not mean to hide it. We've been around each other for three years now YN, I've gotten to know you very well!"

"This isn't fair for you. I should have told you months ago, after I was out of the hospital." She shared, "I take the blame, I just didn't know how to say this to you, I wasn't in right mindset. I'm still not and I could have told you this in a better way, I was scared. I'm sure you're upset and mad at me, I'm sorry!"

"Am I upset? Yes. But with you? No, not at all, I'm upset at the situation which is right now. I love you, remember?"

"Mhmm." She nodded. "I don't know what to do now. I'm sorry!"

"Hey, first of all I want you to stop saying sorry, okay?" He said firmly, "and we'll figure it out. Does, does your husband know about this?"

"Mhmm, he doesn't care." She held back a cry as she looked at him directly in his eyes, "I've asked him to sign the divorce papers many times but he just won't. I just don't know what to do anymore! I'm so tired of everything!"

"Like I said, we'll figure it out, yeah?" He assured her, "we'll do it together, I promise! I'm just shocked why wouldn't he care?"

"He's gay, Harry." She blurted out, "he said yes to marry me because he can't come out to his parents. His family back home... He'll be in so much trouble. It's life or death situation for him, he married me just to use me. I never wanted to marry this soon."

"This is so wrong." He ran a heavy hand through his hair, "this is so wrong!"

"I know." She nodded. But her demeanor changed, "oh my god, I blurted that out in front of my mum. On my god!"

"Hey, hey love. Look at me." He stopped her then and there, "everything is going to be fine."

YN had known Harry for well over three years now, he doesn't hold grudges against people. This time perhaps, she think he might. She sort of hid his child away from him.

Yeah, be was stuck in the hospital for well about three months, but she wasted three out. He missed out so much of the little boy's life already.

As far as she knew and experienced first hand whilst her residency, that almost all of the parents cherish these moments. YN felt so guilty of it. But she was scared.

She was scared because she thought there'd be chances Harry might fight gor custody. To which he has full rights to. He can still do that, but at least she out of the emotionally draining marriage and be there for someone who came out of literally nowhere.

YN knew all along she doesn't want to have any kids of her own, because she doesn't want to put another life through hell her parents put her through. Not even unknowingly. But did she had much choice though?

Yeah, she could have opted for adoption then and there, but she feared Harry. He's got the money, he can hire the best lawyer out there and drag her to the court. If he was evil enough to do so. But who knows? He might be that evil. She's had no good experience dealing with people to trust anyone so blindly, ever!

She was pulled out of her brain going through shit storm when she felt his hands slipping away from hers. "No, please don't go!"

"I'm not going anywhere." He assured her, "just gonna go lock up my door first, yeah? I'll be back in a minute. I want you to go lie in bed, okay?"

"Mhmm." She nodded in agreement.

Maybe she'll have to trust someone for this last time. He'll come around, right?

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"Look at him. He's a fast learner, isn't he?" Harry chuckled watching Niko waddle down to the shore. "Just like his Mumma."

A sunny day in California. The Styles family on a vacation. Niko has just learnt to walk at eleven months old.

They have started to get their lives together. Now they live together in London, building up a new home, healing up together, raising Niko together.

"Go after him!" YN pushed him as the baby dressed in nothing but a diaper basically waddle running towards the shore, closer and closer.

"Where do you think you're going?" Harry scooped up the chubby baby throwing him over his one shoulder. "Do you want to go in the water? It'll be safer with Papa with you, wouldn't it? You can go venture around when you're old enough..."

She watched them play in the water. The game was running towards the waves as they retract to the ocean and running back away from it as they come gushing back out. Niko was laughing his heart out clung to his dad like a baby monkey.

Well, maybe they're both monkeys afterall. The little lad has gotten to be like his father the more time they spend together. He gets himself into things he shouldn't, just yet.

All in all, Harry turned to be the nice one.

He said he'd never held any grudge against her for basically hiding Niko from him. He's healing too and he's forgiven her; that's what he said to her. Maybe she needs time to forgive herself for that.

She signed herself up for therapy the very next day, it has been working wonders for her. She got out of her marriage. Everything is starting to be fine.

She just needs forgive herself.

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Pls forgive me if this sucked. I've been going through another writers block and I have a load of shite going on in my life rn. It's hard to deal with (That's what she said!).

Pls, pls lemme know how you liked it. And I promise I'll get to your requests ASAP as possible.

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