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nooo sleepy cuddly baby on the flight😔😔😔😔 he’d be the one to fall asleep on you while you run your fingers through his hair😔😔he knocks not even 10 minutes into the movie but it’s ok because he’s so cute and precious😔😔😔😔😔
OHHHHHHH 😭😭😭 SLEEPY BABYYYYY 😭😭😭
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what it is: YN is Harry’s personal assistant and she gets sick, but he’s playing Wembley
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The air is crisp and clean as YN steps out of her hotel into the streets of London, hurrying down the sidewalk as she scurries to the first pharmacy she can find.
It’s 7.54 in the morning and she’s been awake for almost twenty-four hours. Not on purpose, obviously. And not on her boss’s orders either, despite having there been nights the team deemed important and she was required to pull an all nighter, but those were usually times of celebrations, either spent at an afterparty or waiting until midnight for Spotify to release the album everyone had been working hard on.
The air hurts her lungs as she stops to catch her breathing, the pounding behind her temples not dimming the slightest as she trespasses the sliding doors of the pharmacy, only intensifying with the bright artificial lights shining down on her from the ceiling.
She pulls her sunglasses out of the pocket of her sweatshirt and slides them over her eyes, relishing in the temporary relief washing over her sensitive eyes.
Her phone vibrates in her pocket and she pulls it out, grimacing at the name on the screen; it’s her boss, Harry, asking her what time she’s ready to leave for the venue.
Once her turn comes, she quickly explains her symptoms to the pharmacist and just as quickly she pays for the medicine the pharmacist has taken out for her.
She walks out of the pharmacy and types back a short response to Harry, telling him she’s on her way to his room.
She hopes the medicine she has stuffed in her pocket will make her feel better, and she thinks as she’s making her way back to the hotel that she’ll ask Harry to stop along the way to grab a coffee, hoping it will soothe the tension behind her temples. There’s no way she can be sick when her boss is playing at Wembley for the first time.
…
Harry isn’t one to comment on other people’s appearances, his mum taught him that and it has stuck with him since he was a little kid, a sort of an unspoken rule out of kindness, and therefore he’s never asked if someone was sick because they weren’t wearing makeup or if someone had eaten a little more over the holidays. He never considered other people’s looks something that concerned his range of business, but once he sees YN, he can’t help but wonder if she’s okay.
Her hair is tied in a messy braid, and there’s some strands falling out of it and in front of her eyes. She’s wearing a big love on tour sweatshirt and a pair of yoga pants, but that isn’t particularly concerning, because he’s used to her comfy articles of clothing.
What’s concerning is her face… and Harry already feels bad for thinking that, but she doesn’t look like herself. And Harry would know. Of course he would know, because he spends a lot of time looking at her face, especially when she’s not looking, most of the times when she’s reading a book next to him in a moment of rest or when she’s answering emails on Monday mornings. So… he knows her. He knows her skin looks paler than normal, and the circles under her eyes aren’t the same as that one time they partied all night after Harry won album of the year at the Grammys.
He wants to ask if she’s okay, because after a year of working together they have that kind of confidence, but he doesn’t want that to be the first thing he says to her, so he just smiles at her and welcomes her with a side hug and a good morning.
“Hi” she’s quick to greet back, and Harry notices even her voice sounds scruffier than usual.
“Are you ready to go?” She asks a second later.
“Yeah, yeah, the car’s down already?” He asks surprised. Sometimes it takes a while before the drivers find the hotel, and YN and Harry spend that time watching videos on youtube or talking about the day’s schedule.
YN shrugs but doesn’t say anything in response, which is weird to Harry because she’s usually really bright and energetic in the morning, and she’s really meticulous on top of everything: she never lets him wait without finding something to pass the time first.
“Let’s just stay until we don’t know for certain” he suggests.
She agrees with a nod of her head and she heads to his bed, sitting down on the end of it. It’s not uncommon for her, because she’s always in his space, and there have been times where they were forced to basically sleep in the same bed (one time YN fell asleep on his bed, and Harry was so in his song-writing-bubble he didn’t even realize until he was so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open, so he slipped in next to her and literally passed out).
He still needs to tie his shoes, so he sits next to her and ties the laces of his ratted vans.
“How’d yeh sleep, pet?” He asks, because she’s freakishly quiet and it’s making him anxious. She’s never quiet, and with this being a stressful day already for Harry, every little thing that’s different from normal alerts him.
“Fine” she whispers, knuckling at her eyes, his question bringing back the awful memory of the night she spent tossing and turning in the scratchy hotel sheets, praying for a moment of solace every time she tried to breathe through her nose and failing.
“Me too…” he nods.
YN feels bad because she should be more engaging, but she really doesn’t have it in her to make small talk.
Some time passes before the driver calls YN’s phone to tell her the van is here, shaking her awake. She remembers closing her eyes to rest them, and next thing she knows she’s sound asleep on her boss’s bed. She’d be a bit embarrassed if it wasn’t for how awful she feels already.
“Crap! I fell asleep!” She exclaims once she hangs up the call.
“Yeah” Harry says from next to her, still laying on his bed, “just fo’ like… fifteen minutes though” He’s playing on his phone, and YN pushes at his bicep, “we need to go, driver’s here”
She gets up from the bed and slips on her shoes, grabbing her work bag (it’s really a tote bag but she finds calling it work bag makes her waaaay more professional) from the floor next to the door.
“YN” she hears Harry clear his voice, and she turns around to look at him.
He’s still sitting on the bed, and he passes a hand through his hair before saying, “are yeh all right?”
She closes her eyes in a furrow and tries not to wince when a sharp pain shoots behind her eyes with the movement, “yes, yes” she stresses, although not convinced.
“Are you sure? C’mon yeh can tell me!”
“I’m fine, Harry” and despite her words, she sniffles, “maybe I have a cold or something…”
“You can take the day off if you need to, yeh know that”
“No, there’s no way” she shakes her head swiftly, “no”.
“YN…” he trails off.
“Harry, I told you I’m fine. I can work! Let’s just go, okay?”
He sighs but does as she says, following her out of his room.
Harry isn’t a worrier. If someone from his team, or band whatsoever, says they can work, he at least presumes they’re mature enough to know the expanse of their limits.
With YN, it’s different. He worries.
Not because he considers her immature, but she’s just… different. Ever since she started working for him as his assistant, he’s always looked out for her, despite being the one that didn’t want to hire her in the first place.
She’s young, she works a lot to prove herself to him, despite him telling her lots of times she doesn’t need to prove anything and she’s doing a great job as she is.
She does unthinkable working hours, sometimes pulling all nighters, other times hurrying to his house in the middle of the night because he’s a little bit of a hypochondriac and she needs to check immediately what’s that new mole he has on his back (turns out it was a speck of dark chocolate that stuck onto his skin).
She’s soft and she always puts her job (him, actually) first, so he doesn’t really trust her to know her limits. If she’s sick she should rest. She should lay in bed and maybe eat a little soup and watch comfort movies tucked under the sheets, but he knows she won’t. And he knows he’s the reason behind that, because he’s playing at Wembley tonight, and she doesn’t want to cause trouble. Harry thinks she in no way could ever be described as trouble.
And maybe, and he feels a little bit scared to admit this, he could postpone the show just by a couple hours, at least until he knows she’s resting at the hotel. but, she hurries into the van and pretends like she’s just got “a cold or something”, so Harry doesn’t question her further.
He could just order her to take the day off, but he knows that would hurt her feelings, and he can imagine the look on her face, like a puppy being scolded, so he bites his tongue: there’s no way he could ever hurt her feelings.
…
YN has to stop a couple of times when she starts feeling dizzy on her feet. She shouldn’t run this much when she’s probably feverish, but there’s so much to do! She doesn’t trust to delegate, and not because she’s pretentious, but because she’s a control freak that needs to know how things are being handled, so she would only get much more frustrated and it would eventually just end up in her doing all the work anyway, increasing her fever undoubtedly.
So, she chugs downs a lot of water and a lot of ibuprofen, taking deep breaths every time she starts feeling nauseous. She should probably inform Harry at least that she doesn’t feel good, so if anything were to happen he wouldn’t be too surprised, but she knows how he is; he would demand she stop immediately and go back to the hotel to rest, and she can’t allow that to happen.
Wembley is the dream of a lifetime, and Harry sound checks every song two times before passing on to the next one. YN sits quietly in one of the seats, preparing Harry’s next instagram post on her phone. She handles all of his socials, because that’s what she was originally hired for. “A young set of eyes”, Jeff had defined her, and from then, her life had changed completely.
Of course, she wasn’t aware she’d develop a crush on her boss at the time she was hired. She figured she’d be immune to his charm; she’s younger than him, much less experienced (in every aspect of her life), and hasn’t really seen anything yet, so she thought they’d just be too different to get along. Spending each second of the day together didn’t help, though, because it was then she got to know Harry for who he truly was, and with that, came the awareness of how many things he’d lived through and how many things he could teach her. How soft he was with her, how he would always drape a blanket over her when she accidentally fell asleep on his bed, and how he would tell her she looked pretty even after pulling an all nighter and probably looking like a raccoon. That’s just how he was.
And that’s why she values his dreams more than her health. She would never do anything that could harm him, so she shrugs off the dreadful feeling off her back and keeps working.
…
“Hey” Harry plops down on the couch next to her, draping his arm on the backrest of the couch. If he’d stretched his fingers he could touch her shoulder, but he doesn’t just yet. He knows she still doesn’t feel good, he can see it in the way she’s hugging herself in the Love on tour hoodie she has on (probably one of his because their laundry always gets mixed up).
“Hi” she says softly, her voice much lower than it’d been the last time he saw her.
It’s closer to show time now, but he’s still not in his outfit. YN wonders if that’s the reason why he came in the dressing room in the first place.
“What are yeh doin’ hidin’ in here all alone?”
“‘m not hiding!” She pouts, “jus’… resting”
“Mh, yeah?” He hums, turning his head to look at her, “restin’ your ears? Are you tired of my music yet?” He jokes.
“Never!” She beams, swatting at his chest playfully.
He lets his arm fall down on her shoulder, and he tugs at her, squeezing her against his chest.
She breaths him in, and despite her stuffy nose, she can smell the faint scent of his fabric softener. Musk and lavender. It’s the same as hers.
“I’m sorry I’ve been a bit of a pain lately…” he trails off, his mouth buried in her hair, “nothing to do with you… was jus’ nervous is all”
She squeezes his hoodie between her fingers to tug him closer, “I’m really proud of you. You’ll do great.”
“Thanks, pet” he grins, breaking away from the hug.
She sniffles and he looks between her eyes warily, “’s there anything you want to tell me before I go on stage?”
“Jus’ to kick ass” she giggles, aware that wasn’t what he was alluding at.
“Mmmh” he muses, getting up from the couch. He knew she’d be stubborn about this so he doesn’t pressure her.
“Hav’to start gettin’ ready” he clears his throat, heading towards the portable hanger YN set up in his dressing room.
He then proceeds to take off his hoodie and his tank top, leaving him shirtless before her.
She’s seen him in his underwear many times, but maybe it’s the fever, maybe it’s the crush on him that’s growing stronger everyday, but she feels her insides get warm at the sight.
He tugs his sweats down his legs too, kicking them off his feet, and YN pretends to pick up her phone to respond to a message that definitely could have waited.
He picks up the heart printed overalls he’d be wearing and tugs them over his legs, jumping a little in his place so they could fit over his bum.
Once he’s fully dressed, he looks over at YN and finds her looking at him already, her eyes a little droopy. He feels his heart tug in his chest at the sight. He wishes she’d let him help her. If he could he’d send her back to the hotel straight away, but he has to admit he’s selfishly relishing in the idea of having her here, looking at him perform. It makes him want to do even better than he always does.
“All ready then” he smiles, dimples denting both his cheeks.
“Mmhh” she hums, getting up on her feet. She walks towards him and adjusts the neck of his shirt, petting it down.
“Good luck Harry” she smiles. He has to refrain himself from lowering his head down to kiss her, and he’s aware these thoughts are way too unprofessional of him, but he can’t help himself. Not when she’s looking at him like that.
“See ya after the show, pet”
…
“Harry!” Jeff pats down on his shoulders as soon as Harry runs backstage, “you just smashed it! Fuckin’ smashed it mate!”
Harry laughs with him out of politeness, but his mind is really on something else.
“Fuckin’ Wembley, Harry! Wembley’s Harry’s house!” Someone else shouts, and he thinks it’s Lloyd but he doesn’t really pay much attention to him. There’s someone missing from the crowd. YN. She’s nowhere to be found, and he’d really like to celebrate with her. She’s the one that should join in on the fun and get a little bit of praise too, because without her, harry doesn’t think he could’ve played Wembley.
Everything was going fine, and he saw her next to his mother standing in the private part of the pit, but then, when he came back after chatting with a couple of fans, she was gone. He wonders if she’s okay.
“Hey, Jeff” he clears his throat, hoping to be discreet with his tone of voice, “where’s YN?”
“Oh…” he nods, “she wasn’t feeling proper good, so I sent her to your dressing room. I told her to get back to the hotel, but she refused to leave”
Harry nods and after a ‘thanks’ he hurries towards his dressing room, hoping to find her there.
Once he opens the door, the sight of YN sleeping on the couch crouched on herself makes his heart somersault in his chest.
“Hey, pet” he coos softly once he crouches down next to her.
He repeats the endearing greeting, and this time she stirs awake. YN brings one hand to knuckle at her eyes tiredly, and Harry frowns at the sight of her bloodshot eyes. He brings one hand to caress her cheek, but when he realizes how warm she is, he brings it up to her forehead. She’s burning hot.
He immediately feels guilty. He should’ve sent her back to the hotel as soon as he realized she was sick, hell, he shouldn’t have let her leave his room that morning!
“Harry?” She asks timidly, her voice coming out scruffy. She gulps but flinches as the hurt in her throat doesn’t subside.
“Yeah, ’s me” he whispers, moving the hair away from her face, “let’s go back to the hotel, okay?”
“No Harry! The show! You can’t leave… the show! It’s wembley” she stresses, gripping his bicep tightly to refrain him from leaving her.
“Shh, shh” he shushes her, “calm down. ’s okay. The show was great. Everything was great” he coos, pressing his lips down her forehead and flinching from how hot it feels, “you did so great”.
She sniffles and: “great?”
“Yeah” he nods, reassuring her, “let’s go now, okay?”
He helps her get up on her feet, and she stumbles a bit in her place. She grips the fabric of his overalls tightly between her fingers, and he lets her, hoping to be at least a little bit of comfort.
…
“How are you feelin’? What hurts?” He asks her once they reach his hotel room (he wanted to go back to hers, but couldn’t find her key and didn’t want to startle her too much).
“Everything” she pouts.
“I’m so sorry, darling” he sighs, ushering her inside his room.
She’s stable on her feet now, the little nap at the venue kind of helped a bit in soothing her, but still, everything hurts, and the thought of being in a hotel room and not at her own house bothers her.
She also doesn’t want Harry to look at her like this, all sweaty and red in the cheeks. She must look so embarrassing!
“I’ll draw you a bath, how about that?” He proposes, not waiting for her response and heading directly towards the bathroom.
Now that he thinks about it, harry’s glad she’s in his room, because (being the Harry Styles) his room has a bathtub, whereas hers doesn’t. He also has lots of salt baths and bubbles to add to the water, courtesy of the hotel, and he adds everything he can to soothe her stuffed nose and make the bath as pleasing as possible.
She knocks on the door delicately, and he turns his head to look at her.
“Bath’s ready” he smiles gently, and he dips his index finger to test the temperature of the water, careful not to make it too hot to not aggravate her fever any more.
Harry excuses himself from the bathroom, and tells her to give him a shout if she needs anything.
It’s a couple of minutes later when he hears her calling for him, her voice still lower than normal.
He knocks on the door and after he gets her consent he opens it, peeking his head inside. She’s laying in the bathtub, the water submerging her almost to her neck, and he’s aware she’s naked under, but the bubbles cover her body entirely.
“Are yeh all right?” He asks worriedly.
“Mhmh,” she hums, “jus… keep me company?”
He’s happy she’s more responsive now, and he happily sits at her side, plopping down on the toilet seat next to the tub.
They sit in silence for a while, Harry’s aware he’s still in his fancy (and uncomfortable) show clothes, but he doesn’t care. He’s just happy to dote on her now as she’s been doing with him since she’s been hired.
“I can’t believe you played at wembley and I missed half of it” she says after a while, the water sloshing around her as she turns to look at him.
“There’s always next time” he grins at her playfully.
She throws a smile at him, “bet”.
His mouth opens in a sideway smile, his dimple indenting only one of his cheeks, and more seriously than he did before, he says “I wish you’d told me you weren’t feelin’ good”
“Didn’t want to spoil your day” she shrugs.
He wants to tell her she wouldn’t have spoiled it, that if she’d asked he would’ve postponed his show and crawled in bed with her, cuddling her until she felt better, even with the risk of getting himself sick too, he didn’t care. He would have done anything to make her feel good; but how can he tell her? How can he be honest about something like that without revealing another part of himself to her? He’s her boss. He’s older than her. And he doesn’t know if she feels the same way.
So, instead of making a complete fool out of himself, he ushers her out of the tub, passing her a towel without looking at her. He engulfs her in the bathrobe and ties it tight on her stomach, careful to have her bits covered completely by the fabric of the towel.
When he reaches his room, he takes out a t-shirt and a pair of boxers for her to sleep in, and he leave her to change in the bathroom.
While he waits for her to come out, he texts his mum if she could make that delicious soup she always prepared when he was sick, promising he wasn’t sick himself and that he’d explain in the morning. His mum answers a couple of minutes later with a thumbs up and a kissy face.
He locks his phone and plugs it in the charger next to the bed, leaving it on the bedside table.
When YN comes out of the bathroom, she looks better already. Her cheeks aren’t as red and her eyes appear to be more rested, but, she still looks tired, and he smiles at her as he tugs the comforter down for her to slip in.
She curls up under the covers and waits for Harry to tuck her in, “comfortable?” He asks.
She nods with her cheek against the pillow, “just wish I was home” she whispers and the affirmation pains him.
“I’ve been overworking yah, haven’t I?” He sighs deeply, feeling extremely guilty.
She’s quick to shake her head no, flinching when a sting of pain hits her temples with the movement.
“Yes I have… you’ve been s’good” he smiles down at her.
“You’re a Wembley player now” she whispers, her eyes closing on her as she speaks, and Harry chuckles endeared at her.
“Get some rest” he coos, but she’s already fallen in a deep sleep that will probably be tainted with a curly headed guy with green eyes and a pretty smile.
He fishes from inside her bag a tab of ibuprofen and, with a glass of water, he places them on the bedside table closer to her side, so, if she’d ever were to wake up in pain, she could take the medicine immediately.
He takes the shortest shower he’s ever taken, quickly putting on his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Once he’s ready for bed, he slips in next to her, leaning down to press his lips on her forehead to check her temperature. She’s still warm, but the bath seemed to be of help, and probably the much needed sleep, too.
He thinks he’ll give her the rest of the month off. He owes it to her, so she can get back up on her feet and spend some time at home if she’d like. He takes a minute to wonder why hasn’t he ever given her more than a day of rest, and he doesn’t have to wonder too much, because he knows the answer already, one that is overbearing and too deep to even analyze after the day he’s had: he doesn’t want to be away from her that much time. It’s as simple as that. He’s fucked.
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please write anything w grumprry x sunshine. Ik I’ll love it no matter what🙃
✰ grumpy!harry no warnings.
Harry sleeps on his front with his arms stretched underneath his pillow and the sheets resting low on his naked waist. You stand in the doorframe of his bedroom, excitedly holding a tray of breakfast made just for him, trying to decide the best way to wake him up. Gently placing the tray on his dresser, you grin as you climb onto the bed and straddle his waist.
He stirs slightly, groaning into the pillow but not waking up. You lean over and kiss up his spine, hair tickling his skin. “What’re you doin’?” He grumbles, voice thick and gravelly. It makes your body tingle.
“Rise and shine!” You bury your face into his neck and bite down softly. Harry groans again but doesn’t move, secretly amused by your odd behaviour. Biting him isn’t exactly a new experience. “If you don’t wake up right now, the chomp monster is going to keep biting you,” you giggle, angling your head slightly and biting him a little closer to his shoulder.
Harry shifts, turning so you fall onto the mattress and your game is over. His tired eyes watch your face as he holds his body up above you. “Stop being such a menace,” he grouses, voice slower than usual.
“But I was having fun,” you pout, hands smoothing over his shoulders and into his hair. Your teeth marks on his neck fade quickly. Harry dips down and nips at your bottom lip hard. You squeal and lift your knee up, nearly catching him in an unfortunate place.
“See?” He says, face hovering centimetres from yours. “S’not very nice, is it?”
But you don’t want to give in. “I don’t know, I kinda liked it.” You bring your legs up around his waist and try to pull him into you. Of course he doesn’t budge.
“You kinda liked it?” He does it again, even harder, and you’ll admit it hurts a little.
“Okay! I don’t like it, ow.” You pull away frowning. “I didn’t bite you that hard.”
This pulls a wry smile from Harry. “Shouldn’t start something you can’t finish, my love,” as he finally gives you a proper kiss, the way he intends on waking up every morning. You try to pretend you’re upset with him but it doesn’t last, not even for a second, as he smooths his soft lips against yours and down your jaw to your neck. You melt into his touch, hands threading through his hair lovingly and feeling the world around you disappear.
He lets you reach that fuzzy place, chest swarming with satisfaction at every content sigh that slips from your mouth. And then he squeezes your waist. Enough to make you jump—and your mind isn’t quick enough to piece together what he’s doing until he’s squeezing again and you’re writhing under him, tortured laughs being forced from your mouth. His hands move all over your body, familiar with every part of you that is ticklish. Glimpses you catch through your clenched eyes show that Harry barely looks affected, curled lips the only indication that he’s having fun. It makes it all the more agonising as you suffer under his hands whilst he shows no sign that he’s doing anything.
You grasp at his hands desperately. “Please! Stop—please!” You’re laughing but it’s your body betraying you. Harry doesn’t look like he’s going to listen but then you remember the reason you woke him up in the first place. “I made you breakfast!” It comes out almost like a sob—a breathy, sad sob as all the air in your lungs is sucked out of you. His hands halt and you breathe in heavily, mouth turned into a frown.
“Did you now?” Harry hums, sitting back and letting you relax. He scratches at his chin and looks down at you, eyes thoughtful. You get up, pout still present as you present him with the tray. “Look at that.” He smiles again, reaching his eyes. “Treating me the way I deserve, huh?” Harry teases, accepting the tray as he sits back against the pillows.
You scowl. “Not anymore.”
“You started it, love. Bit me like a needy puppy.”
“You bit me and tickled me!” You huff, sitting on your knees next to him with wide eyes. He thinks you look so sweet—and a little bit pitiful.
“Mm, but you still started it, didn’t you?” Harry takes a long swig from the cup of coffee that’s cooling down fast.
“But breakfast,” you gesture to his lap and his eyes soften, knowing how happy it makes you to show your love this way.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” Your eyes immediately sparkle and he holds a slice of toast in front of your mouth for you to take a little bite.
“But tell the chomp monster that I can be very mean when I want to be.”
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in sickness and in health
Summary: Harry takes care of y/n while she's sick.
Words: 1,000+
Warnings: Mostly fluff!
Y/N groaned as she slowly blinked her eyes open, her head pounding and her throat feeling raw and scratchy. She reached for the box of tissues on her nightstand, wincing at the movement. As she blew her nose, the bedroom door creaked open.
"Morning, love," came Harry's soft voice. He padded in, a tray laden with toast, orange juice, and a steaming mug of tea balanced carefully in his hands. "Brought you some breakfast."
"Harry..." Y/N croaked out, her voice little more than a whisper. "You didn't have to do that."
He shook his head, setting the tray down on the nightstand. "Of course I did. You're sick as a dog, babe." Harry perched on the edge of the bed, his hand coming up to brush her sweat-damp hair back from her forehead. "Looks like that nasty flu is really doing a number on you."
Y/N managed a weak smile, nuzzling into his touch. "I feel horrible."
"I know, sweetheart." Harry's thumb stroked her flushed cheek tenderly. "But I'm going to take care of you, okay? We'll get you feeling better in no time."
Leaning down, he pressed a lingering kiss to her clammy forehead before reaching for the mug of tea. "Here, drink some of this. The honey should help soothe your throat."
Y/N took a careful sip, the warm liquid coating her raw throat. She sighed in relief. "That's nice. Thank you, Haz."
"Of course, my love." Harry picked up a piece of dry toast from the tray. "Think you can manage a few bites? You need to keep your strength up."
Obediently, Y/N nibbled on the toast as Harry fussed over plumping up her pillows and layering an extra blanket over her shivering form. He clucked his tongue sympathetically at her pale, clammy appearance.
"I've got some cold medicine for you to take too. That should help with the aches and chills."
True to his word, Harry retrieved a dose of flu medication, holding it out along with a glass of cool water. Y/N swallowed it down gratefully.
"Such a good girl," Harry praised, stroking her hair again. "Now, I want you to try and get some more rest, okay? I'll be just down the hall if you need anything at all."
Y/N caught his hand as he made to stand. "Wait... Could you stay with me for a bit?"
Harry's eyes softened. "Of course, darling. Budge over."
He slid under the covers, gathering Y/N's shivering form into his arms. She burrowed against his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne and letting it soothe her frazzled senses.
Harry pressed a kiss to her hair, rubbing her back soothingly. "Just relax and rest up, okay? I'm right here."
Y/N nodded, allowing her eyes to drift shut. She felt so safe and cared for wrapped in Harry's embrace. Despite feeling utterly miserable from her illness, having him there to look after her made it so much better.
Several hours later, she awoke feeling marginally less feverish - though her head was still pounding. Harry stirred beside her, ever attentive.
"Hey there, sleeping beauty," he murmured. "How are you feeling?"
Y/N sniffled pitifully. "A little better, I think. But my head is killing me."
"Hang on, let me get you a cool cloth for your forehead." In a flash, Harry was out of bed and heading for the en-suite bathroom.
He returned with a damp washcloth, gently draping it over Y/N's feverish brow. She sighed in relief at the delicious coolness against her pounding head.
"Thank you, baby. That feels heavenly."
Harry smiled, tenderly brushing her hair back. "I love taking care of my best girl. Are you hungry at all? I could whip up some chicken soup."
At the thought of food, Y/N's stomach roiled queasily. "Maybe just some more tea and dry toast for now?"
"You got it." Harry leaned in, dropping a featherlight kiss on her chapped lips. "I'll be right back with your tea, sweet thing."
True to his word, Harry returned a few minutes later with a fresh mug of piping hot tea and a couple pieces of dry buttered toast. He helped Y/N sit up against the mountain of pillows before passing her the mug.
"Careful, it's hot," he cautioned unnecessarily.
Y/N rolled her eyes fondly. "Yes, Dad."
Harry chuckled, taking a seat next to her on the bed and offering her a piece of toast. As she picked at the bread, he pulled her feet into his lap, gently massaging the soles.
"Mmm," Y/N hummed in appreciation. "You're too good to me."
"Nonsense. I'm just being a good boyfriend and taking care of my girl when she needs me." Harry winked playfully. "Afterall, I'll need you to return the favor when I inevitably catch this flu from you."
Y/N laughed weakly. "Deal."
For the rest of the day, Harry fussed over Y/N - keeping her hydrated, fetching her books and magazines to read, and just sitting by her side with his arms wrapped securely around her. She couldn't have asked for a better nurse.
As evening fell, Harry brought Y/N a fresh mug of hot tea, laced with honey and lemon. "Here, drink up. Should help that scratchy throat of yours."
"You're too good to me," Y/N said again, cradling the mug gratefully.
Harry shook his head seriously. "Never. You deserve the world, my love." He leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. "I'm just trying to give it to you."
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harry brings y/n home a slice of strawberry shortcake from his boring business dinner, and he misses her a lot whenever she’s not around (bf!harry, 2.5k words)
warnings: smut
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Harry despises business dinners.
The incessant chatter of his manager and other industry folks was boring- the logistics side of his job always was- and whenever Y/N didn’t accompany him the time seemed to drag by insanely slow. He begged and begged for her to join him (even promised her they could leave the second it got to be too tiresome, he swore it) but he and Y/N both knew that wasn’t true. Harry’s attendance and opinion were much too important, almost non-negotiable, and he’d be among the last people to leave the dinner table. So, she declined (albeit very sweetly) to join him tonight. Harry promised to bring her back a slice of cake for dessert.
“Harry? You paying attention, man?” Jeff looks at Harry expectantly, along with three other bigwig people whose names he had already forgotten. He knew it was rude, but his mind was only half there whenever Y/N wasn’t around.
“What was tha’? Sorry mate,” Harry clears his throat and wraps his ringed hand around his glass, the condensation from his whiskey causing it to nearly escape his grip. He brings it up to his lips to take a small sip. “I’m a bit distracted.”
Jeff mumbles something under his breath about how he didn’t think he’d be so distracted if Y/N had joined them, but Harry chooses to ignore the comment and tune into what was happening so he didn’t embarrass himself in front of the people trying to make business deals with him anymore. He fakes interest like a pro, laughing whenever someone told a joke and good-naturedly throwing in a few of his own. His mother always taught him to be polite and engaged in his company, whether he wanted to be there or not.
When the last of the three important men at the table decide to call it a night Harry too pushed his chair back and stood from his seat at the head of the small rectangular table.
“I think ‘m gonna head home as well,” He slings his coat over his shoulder. “Gotta take Y/N this piece of cake I promised her, and all that.” Harry watches as Jeff stands and shrugs his own coat onto his shoulders.
“Just bring her next time, H,” Jeff shoots down the rest of his drink. “All you think about is her when she’s not around, anyway.”
Harry heats up in embarrassment at his manager’s observation but he knows it can’t be disputed. He sheepishly grins and promises to pay better attention at his next business dinner, but they both know that’s dependent on whether Y/N is at that one too.
His drive home is short and pleasant, filled with thoughts of Y/N and what she’s been doing all night to pass the time. She shared with him what she hoped to accomplish while he was out at dinner, but Harry also knew she had the tendency to scrap all her plans in favor of curling in front of the television to watch Forensic Files re-runs.
Harry jams the key in the door so roughly that for a moment he fears he won’t be able to get it out when it sticks a little bit. Luckily for him, it comes out after a few wiggles, and an embarrassing call to the locksmith is avoided.
”Yeah, hello? Could you come as soon as you can? I’ve gone and jammed my keys in the lock because I was too eager to see my girlfriend…”
“Harry? Is that you?”
Harry smiles to himself. She always asked the same question every time he came home as if it could be anyone else. As if it would be anyone else. “Yes, love,” he responds. “I didn’t forget your cake either. Fancy some?”
Y/N appears moments after his question is asked, eyes slightly drooping from the cat nap he’s sure he’s awoken her from. She’s dressed in his vintage ‘Jamaica’ tee and he’s pretty sure nothing else but a flimsy pair of panties, which makes his cock twitch just the slightest. He ignores it. She wraps her arms around his waist, pressing her chest flat against his in appreciation. He feels her inhale deeply and let out a quiet sigh of pleasure. She missed him just as much as he missed her.
“Thank you! Is this from the place that gives the huge slices?” She’s already unwrapping herself from around him and all but floating to the kitchen, she’s so excited to indulge in her piece of strawberry shortcake. “Share it with me, H? It’s not as good the next day so we need to finish it.”
Even though Harry is too full to take another bite of anything that wasn’t Y/N he immediately agrees, asking if she’d grab him a fork as well. She happily obliges and then leads the way to their comfy L-shaped sofa (which Y/N picked out, swearing it would be perfect for movie nights) snatching the remote off of the coffee table before sitting down.
“Tell me about your dinner. It went well?” Y/N stabs her fork into the spongy piece of cake and then brings it up to her mouth, moaning in delight. Harry watches as she closes her eyes, savoring the taste.
“As well as it could’ve gone without you,” Harry responds nonchalantly, stabbing his own fork into the dessert. Instead of bringing it up to his own mouth, he holds it up to hers. “I wish you were there. Always wish you were when you aren’t.”
Y/N looks at Harry owlishly as she opens her mouth for him. After swallowing, she speaks. “I thought we were supposed to be sharing.”
“We are.”
“It doesn’t count as sharing if you’re just feeding me! I’m still the only one eating it, H!”
Harry hears the amusement in her voice, sees the sparkle in her big, beautiful eyes, and knows she isn’t truly upset with him. Still, he relents and takes a piece for himself before trying to give his girlfriend another one.
“And what did you do tonight?” he nudges his nose against her cheek, reveling in the squeal she lets escape her mouth. “Get anything done on that to-do list you were tellin’ me about?”
“I did,” Y/N sets her fork down in the container of cake and rests her hands on Harry’s shoulder, flinging herself over him so she’s comfortably situated in his lap. Once comfortable, she holds her hand out expectantly. Harry chuckles to himself before placing the container of cake back in her grasp. “I caught up on emails and took a bath. Oh, also called your mom and mine - they both say hello…”
Harry smiles at this. “That’s nice, love,” his hands began to roam the expanse of her thighs, nails digging into the plush, exposed skin. “I’m glad you had a good night. Sorry I had to leave you.”
“I forgive you. Its been made even better by this cake - thanks for remembering.”
They sit in silence like that for a while. Harry gives more bites to Y/N than he gives to himself and by the time the dessert is finished, he couldn’t even say he managed to get even a little piece of strawberry for himself.
Y/N leans forward, bum lifting slightly off Harry’s lap to set the empty container on the coffee table. She turns her neck slightly once re-situated on him, and Harry hums at the sweet taste of cream and strawberries on her tongue. She always tasted so good. They fall into a comfortable silence as the tv plays softly in the background while they make out, the narrator of Forensic Files recounting a tale of how just one red fiber led to the killer’s arrest.
“Cozy enough?” Harry’s question breaks the silence.
“Quite,” Y/N squirms slightly. “Your lap is very comfortable.”
“Well, while I do enjoy looking at the back of your head, I’d much rather see your face.”
“I’m watching Forensic Files.”
While Harry can’t see her face, he can hear the joking tone in Y/N’s voice and proceeds with placing his large palms on her hips. He lifts her pliant body slightly off his lap and re-situates her so she’s straddling him instead of facing forward.
“Much better,” he places a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Now I can see your pretty face.”
“Welllll, now I can’t see what we’re watching.”
“I can tell you what happens.”
Y/N lets out a quiet laugh at this, moving her body so she’s no longer straddling him but has all her weight on one thigh. She wiggles ever so slightly and Harry smirks to himself at the motion, knowing she purposely planted herself like this because the pressure felt good against her little clit (which surely had to be swollen by now).
“Something tells me you’re not really gonna pay any attention, H,” she lowers her head into the crook of his neck. “That’s okay with me.”
Harry loosely rests his hands around the curve of her waist. “Been thinkin’ about you all night, my love,” he allows her to capture his lips in a clumsy kiss, teeth clacking together in her haste. “Been thinkin’ about you, and how much I love you- love making you cum.” His girlfriend laughs at that.
“This is our thing,” she tells him breathlessly, lips pressed against his as she ruts against his thigh. “This always ends up happenin’ when we watch true crime…”
Harry wants to tell her that this only happens when he’s with her, never gets this horny watching true crime television with anyone except her! Y/N’s the only person in the world who can make her feel this way.
“This will always be our thing, will it?” Harry tickles her side and swoons at the sound of her high-pitched giggles. “Jus’ us, cake, and movies?”
Y/N presses a kiss to the dimple on the right side of his face. “Always–– it’s my favorite pastime.”
Harry gives his love a toothy grin before he continues to help her get off on his thigh. He begins to feel her wetness through his dressy pants, the only thing separating her cunt from the fabric covering his thigh being her thin, cotton panties. He really just wants to lap at her cunt most of all, just wants to suck on her clit until she's tangling her hands in his curls and begging him not to stop. But she's determined to get off this way - he can see it in the look on her face. Besides, it's quite fun to watch Y/N come undone on her own accord. He loved when she flat-out used him for her own pleasure. He steadies her out when her movements start to become frantic and she's not getting the right amount of pressure she needs on her clit to come.
Her orgasm washes over her very abruptly--Harry thinks it even takes her a little by surprise. “Can’t forget orgasms, can I?” Y/N looks up at Harry with big, fucked out eyes, waiting for him to clarify. “I said I like it when it’s just us, cake, and movies. Forgot to add in how much I like making you cum, too.”
Y/N grows bashful at this and while Harry would usually apologize for being so vulgar, he means it with every fiber of his being. He's never heard prettier sounds, tasted anyone better, fucked anyone tighter. She was perfect and sweet and all his.
Harry’s not done with her though - not even close! They were really only just getting started. He lifts her off his lap and lays her back on the couch, pulling the meager piece of fabric separating him from her wet cunt off her body. He places his palms flat on the surface of her inner thigh and spreads her legs open, dropping to his knees in front of her. Harry immediately attaches his mouth to her cunt, sucking harshly as he makes eye contact with his girlfriend. She looks down at him with that look that Harry’s so fond over and he nearly loses it.
He begins kneading at her plush ass while his face is buried in her mound, taking note of how she trembles when the tip of his nose nudges against her clit. His tongue travels down to her puckered hole before moving back up to her bundle of nerves, over and over until Y/N grabs at his head and just holds him in place, sick of his teasing.
“S’nice, doll? You deserve this, Y/N,” Harry’s mouth is glistening with her arousal as he briefly pauses his movements to speak to her. “Deserve to feel good and let daddy give you orgasms after I left you here alone all night for a boring business dinner. Least I can do, hmm?”
He doesn’t give her a chance to answer before he’s burying his head into her cunt once more, eating her out like a starved man. She hardly has time to warn Harry that her second orgasm is about to wash over her but she doesn’t have to; he could feel the way her muscles contracted against his tongue as he licked her through it, not letting up even when she locked her thighs around his head.
“One more?”
He’s already undoing the buckle to his pants as he asks this, the familiar clanking sound sending shivers down Y/N’s spine. She’s not sure what she did to deserve three orgasms from her boyfriend tonight, but she figures she must’ve been a very, very good girl for him lately.
“Yes, please,” Y/N lifts her shift up so her boobs are on full display for Harry, not missing the way his eyes hungrily take in the sight of her. “Need one more- need your cock so bad-”
“Shhhh…” Harry slides in swiftly as he shushes her, resting his weight atop her so he was more comfortable. “There, there. ‘M gonna give it to you, pretty girl. I always do, yeah?”
Harry watches as her mouth gapes open with every push of himself inside her. He reaches down in between them to swipe his thumb across her clit as he’s thrusting into her to not only double her pleasure but get her there with him because he was already embarrassingly close but he hated finishing before his girl did. He picks up speed, bending her leg and holding it in his right hand as he grips her tits with his left.
“Rub y’clit for me,” he mutters, thrusts growing sloppy. “Go ahead and rub it.”
Y/N immediately complies and is spasming on Harry’s cock no more than 20 short seconds later, followed by his loud moans as he stills inside her. A warm, fuzzy feeling immediately floods Harry and suddenly all is well again. Never mind the fact Y/N wasn't at his silly business dinner tonight because she was here with him now and that was the most important thing, really.
Harry gently slides out of her and reaches for her discarded underwear, ignoring her protests when he uses it to clean up what spilled out of her before tossing it back on the floor. He'll pick it up later.
"Love you, H...I'll go to your next boring dinner. Promise."
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Boo-Boo Away
Synopsis: One where Harry's left alone with two kinds under two as his wife rests on a sick day
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Harry loves his family.
Without help he was loosing his mind. All of his family is sick from flu. It really started from him, then his wife got sick one of the the kid is breastfeeding.
Bea, the twenty month old and Maeve the two month old were grumpy and moody since last night. Both the parents stayed up to tend to their kids. But YN got even more sick this morning, and she was advised to take rest by her doctor.
Been given birth just two months ago via C-section has already taken a huge toll on her. So, Harry took it upon himself to make YN take a nap and the littlest was all fed and bundled up and fast asleep as well.
Maeve was being difficult to put to sleep, it took him all of a hour and half just rocking her to sleep but it was worth it the moment she fell asleep and he put her next to her Mumma on her bed. She seems to be a little too young to be sick but she's doing the best out of three of the ladies.
Bea could walk, sprint even, so she followed her dad around the house with her blankie dragging behind her as he did the chores. He'd warned the little girl that she could trip and fall with her blankie dragging behind her.
"Princess you will trip like that." He tried to have her hold her blankie in a way she wouldn't fall, bundled up in her arm. But she threw a tantrum. She was adamant to drag it around with her. "Okay, okay, you can have it as your wish." He surrendered.
He placed all of Maeve's clean laundry in the basket as he ran another batch of both the girls clothes. He took the basket out To the kids' room. None of them slept in there, they both liked to sleep in their parents bed. Maeve especially, she is already bonded with her Mummy where as Bea always wants Papa with her.
"Papa." Bea called for him, showing him a toy she's been obsessed with lately. It was a yellow Lego building block. She showed him asking him to go play with her with the building blocks.
"That's so cool, baby." Harry engaged in little conversations with her. She went back out to the living room. "You're still obsessed with that one?"
"Mhmm." She nodded.
Both YN and Harry have been used to help by their Doula, who helped them both everything as YN healed from giving birth and the parents focused on bonding with their new baby. It was the same when Bea was born. But now that they're both on their own, the chores have become more challenging.
Especially for Harry today. He had to place each of his steps carefully, not wanting to kick his toddler like a football on accident.
As Harry placed the basket of clean laundry in the kids' room he walked out to a living room scattered with toys. They weren't just just limited to the play area but everywhere in the living room.
Harry wanted to cry.
But he left it at that, he doesn't want Bea to cry, and wake up her Mummy and little sister by that. He'd let be on her own until he's done with the dishes.
The little green eyed girl walked upto him again to show him a scribbly drawing of hers. Harry gave her some encouraging words as she walked back out.
She was still dragging that blankie around the house.
It wasn't until he heard a thud and a loud cry that sent him running outside. Bea had fallen down the two little steps which separated their kitchen and living room. She never missed those, it was definitely that dang blankie. Her cried were loud enough to have her sleepy Mummy get out to see her.
"What happened?" YN came running out too, her tired eyes just daring to shut closed again.
"Hey baby," Harry cooed as both the parents gathered around the toddler. "Did you get hurt?"
"Yes." She nodded as she cried, "here." She pointed at her knee which was obviously red.
"Can you move you leg for me?" YN asked and the girl did, "good baby. And again?"
"Hurt." She sniffled. "Hurt."
"I know baby, but we have to move your leg a little so it won't hurt as much." Harry assured her and made her bend her knee a couple of time carefully but apparently it still hurt.
"Boo-Boo away." She leaned onto her Mummy who was closer to her as her dad inspected her knee, "Boo-Boo away!"
"It's alright, see," Harry placed a delicate kiss on her joint and looked at his wife. "Kiss Boo-Boo away, Mummy." And her mummy did too.
"Why don't we go take a nap? With May-may too." YN suggested, "your Boo-Boo will go away after."
She usually just moves on, but given the toddler is sick her tiny body must already be aching already to add to her injury. Harry picked her up like a little doll she is and walked them to the master bedroom.
It was also when Maeve started to wake up all fussy too. It was hour past her feeding time, Harry didn't even realise that. But YN picked her up immediately and brought her to the bed. She lied down the baby as it was the most comfortable position to feed her. Harry placed Bea on the other side.
"May-may no!" Bea cooed as she gently stroked her sister's head. "Mumma, May-may hurt?"
"No, baby she's just hungry." YN explained, "why don't you just lay down, hmm? Cuddle with May-may and Mummy."
Bea lied down on her dad's side of the bed immediately. Making him jealous just as fast. He could use a nap too, he's been up all night and hasn't slept for even a blink. Since yesterday morning.
"Hey, you wanna join us?" YN asked as he was making his way around their bed to go out and finish up all the chores.
"I've got dishes to wash," he shared.
"We can do that later, take a nap with us." YN pressed so he can take some rest too. And he's just recovered from a flu. "Come on!"
"Okay, okay." He walked back to his side and lied on his side.
It was bit crowded with two babies, but it's cosy. Maeve sleeps in the cot kept in her parents room because she's just too small to be on her own. And her older sister likes to sleep right in between her parents on their bed. It is warm and cosy and safe feeling. But when she's in mood she'll demand to sleep in the nursery, in her own bed. And there also another crib in the parents room where Harry would eventually move Bea too. Especially when she's kicking her dad in stomach and face there.
Bea scooted closer to her dad, using his bicep as her pillow she buried herself in his chest for cuddles. It was quiet. Bea asleep and Maeve still having her milk.
The littlest one was drifting in and out of her sleep there, it was so adorable as she smiled and tiniest dimples popped up on her chubby and fluffy cheeks. And she go right to sucking onto her mum's boob until she was breathless. A hungry, hungry little human she is.
"She's running a marathon." Harry whispered and chuckled softly. He doesn't want Bea to wake up. He moved her to the crib carefully.
Only so her fever doesn't go up with her warming up too much. And they can't turn up the AC too much as all of the girls have cold too. He picked up the baby when she was done eating too, and burped her before she was back in her cot too. He sighed seeing how peaceful both of their babies were sleeping. Finally getting the rest they need.
"Now come here, will you?" Now his wife was demanding his attention. And he obliged. He pulled in closer to his chest there.
"You know I love our babies, but I miss our time alone." He shared.
"Awh!" YN cooed, "we can have alone time after they've recovered from flu."
"Mhmm." He sounded tiredly, "hate to see them that way. Bea has been to grumpy since last night."
"Give her a break, she's still a baby." YN chuckled.
"I know, I know." He nodded, "I'm just jealous they get all your time now."
"They get all your time too!"
"Well..." He laughed, "touché."
"Yeah!" YN got all defensive.
"Once you're all recovered, we're gonna it a good few days, the kiddos can go live with my mum for the weekend and we can go to our villa." He layed a rough plan knowing well it could go wrong anyday, anytime.
"You know both of them haven't been to our home in Italy yet?" YN reminded him.
"Need to get their passports sorted then we can take them there for Christmas, yeah?" He suggested, "till then you and I can have some us time there."
"Yeah we can." She smiled. "I love you."
"And I love you more." He placed a kiss on her forehead.
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this is nothing. just 2.5K words of me fantasizing about phh/lhh harry as a dad. ignore my delusions— or not, reblog and like:))
imagine!!! the baby is like one when harry has his long hair and lhh being a dad to a little baby girl GOD HEAR ME OUT!!!
i so imagine y/n finding out she’s pregnant at the beginning of phh’s era
“I’m pregnant.”
The words left her mouth quickly. Sick of the anticipation, she sucked in her breath looking up at her boyfriend.
Harry sat there with his fingers intertwined, mouth gone dry from being hung open for too long. His brows are furrowed, his mind trying to translate the words said. “I— Uh—” The only syllables he was able to get out. He cleared his throat vigorously.
“I—I’m—I’m going to be— Are you sure?” His eyes piercing up into hers, stinging with tears. She chuckles, suddenly feeling relief that his reaction seemed a little on the bright side. “Y-yeah,” She pulled out the two ClearBlue test with the clear words Pregnant written across.
Harry’s breath hitches in his throat before he’s able to comprehend anything. His mouth is dry, hesitant, he turns the rest towards him to clearly see it.
“I’m going to be a dad?” He breaths out.
Y/n’s eyes lightened after her whole demeanor had been tense due to the anticipation of his reaction. “Yeah, you are,” She let out a breathy laugh as she tried not to cry. Trying to read his expressions— Harry’s lip eventually twitches into a small smile. Disbelief and happiness all in one. “W-we’re going to be parents?”
Y/n pouts towards him coyly, nodding before pulling him in an soft hug. Harry’s slow to respond but he eventually does. Wrapping his arms around her torso tightly, letting the built up tears of happiness drop on to her t-shirt that she most definitely stole from him.
“Are we ready for this?” She whispered in his shoulder.
They were only twenty. Fresh out of their teen years, nervous as hell, but they made it work.
omg don’t even get me started when they find out the gender!!
Harry would lay down on the bed, resting his head on Y/n’s chest softly just like he’d always do before she was pregnant and caress her bump.
“‘Dats my baby girl in there,” Harry whispered in disbelief. Caressing her bump so ever softly.
“Don’t forget about me,” Y/n pouted softly, joking of course. Harry huffed out a soft chuckle, pressing a passionate kiss to his girlfriend’s cheek. “How could I? I love you, always, my love.” He reminded her kindly of his love her before resuming to the view of her glowing stomach. Treating her like the queen she deserves to be treated like, he was always so soft and gentle when he spoke and touched her.
Y/n’s fingers tangled in his tight curls that went all the way down to his shoulders and caressed his scalp softly. Getting his attention by calling him with a small “Baby.”
“Yes,” He answered lowly like he was going to awake the baby.
too cute too cute too cute
“Not trying to push you or anything. But inside that head of yours were there any names that came to you? Or not yet?” Y/n couldn’t imagine that he didn’t think of any names yet.
Harry sucked in a sharp breath before turning to Y/n and saying, “Yes, plenty, but i feel like the perfect one won’t come until she does, you know what I mean,” He said. “I need to see her first, you know,” He looked back down at her belly then at her.
“Well it’s nice to have ideas. Can I hear what you got?”
“Really? Are you sure?”
ima explode
“Throw em at me,” She smirked.
“My first thought was, Rosie.” He said simply, looking up at Y/n, hesitance in his voice. A large smile grew on her face at the sweet soft name. “Go on,” She urged.
He smiled lightly. “Lily, Maeve, Lucy, Ellie, Hailey— like e y or l e e,” Every name out in a blink of an eye. Y/n couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle as he continued naming names like he had a list engraved in his brain.
god i so believe that he’d lay back next to her and just rant about baby names and go, “well yeah there’s mine. yours?” :(( so baby
I also feel they would hide the whole pregnancy from the press. At least try to. Many fans would be suspicious on why they don’t see Harry and Y/n together as much— many would think they are just not spotted. But really Y/n is trying to hide her growing fetus.
ugh!! imagine how thrilled he’ll be to be a father:((
hes def the type to adress y/n and the baby as two.
“I’ll be right back,” Pecking his girlfriends lips and letting his two hand lay up on her belly. “I love you… both.”
i’m going to cry
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—One Year Later—
fuck ima scream. imagine lhh about to go on stage and can’t leave the baby alone:(
Lily giggles as her father blew into her soft belly. Kicking her little chubby legs as if it’ll fight him off. The little airs hitting her stomach tickling her. She laughs ridiculously hard at her dad’s actions.
Fifthteen minutes before the concert starts and Harry can’t get enough of the little chubby baby. Her laugh was so contagious, her beautiful smile. Teething, baby. Two teeth at the bottom, two at the top.
Y/n sat next to her baby as Harry cooed to her sweetly. “Argh! You’re just the cutest arent ya’” Harry cooed before pressing his lips against his daughters cheek, giving her a sweet kiss.
Dressed in a simple black long-sleeve shirt, with matching skinny jeans and his favorite boots, Harry swore to himself he was going to get up and go with the boys soon but every time he would kiss Lily and Y/n goodbye and try to go for the door, he swore the baby called, “Da da,” and came back for an extra five minutes.
“Harry you have to go,” Y/n chuckled.
“I know I know. It’s time she naps anyway, huh?”
Y/n nods sweetly at her fiancé before taking her baby in her arms. “You might as well take one with her, lovie.” Hoping his girls gets some much needed-rest while she could. Harry presses a kiss to each of their foreheads before stepping out of the dressing room.
Harry would come back to his dressing room, sweaty, bottom of water half-empty, hair falling out of bun. But all exaggeration leaves his body when he spots his two girls passed out on the long sofa of his dressing room.
and then just imagine when they get a chance home. the baby would be about 14 months now. harry has come home from tour, the band hit its hiatus. imagine lhh with a baby at home! ima cry fr
Harry would wake up in his L.A home. His fiancée by his side and his baby fast asleep.
“Da da!”
Harry’s heart beams every-time he hears it come out of her squeaky small voice. So cute, so small, he was going to explode. “Yes baby, Da Da,” Pressing pepper kisses on her nose, as she let’s out a little giggle.
“Okay let’s get you fed, yeah?”
Harry placed the tiny plastic green spoon against his daughters lips. Her favorite flavor ever, Banana.
“Mmh,” She shook her head.
Harry pouted, “No? This is your favorite, darling. At least try it,” He placed the spoon between her sealed pink lips, getting them to slowly pry open.
She begins letting Harry place the banana flavored liquidated mush in to her mouth. He sooner earned a, “Mmhm!” Harry chuckled fondly as she squeaked to the delightful taste of her favorite flavor.
“Mmh!” Harry mocked his daughter playfully, impersonating her reaction to delicious food. “More?”
She scrunched her face up she proud took another spoonful, Harry wiping the dripping banana mush off her chin with her bright colored bib.
nah because that baby is his and he’s gonna do whatever to protect her. that’s his ‘princess.’
“Good morning, princess,” He greets quietly as he steps into the nursery. Loud babbling alarmed him to step into the room, telling him she had awoken.
When he bent over the crib, he was met with her big wide colorful eyes. Babbling to her father, arms stretched, hoping to be held. Her lip quivers scared who wouldn’t get the message, “Da Da,” she’d whimper.
“O-oh my baby!” He’d coo babyishly. Tending to his daughter, Harry would pick up his baby up, setting her on his hip as she clings to his shirtless body. “Don’t cry m’pretty girl. Don’t ye’ cry.”
He bounced her in her arms, giving her soft kisses to her temple.
The fact the baby would probably be a daddy’s girl would be so !!! like when the baby is like 18 months and they’re able to say simple, “mommy,” and “daddy”’s
“Daddy,” Her lip would quiver after watching her Daddy leave the room and Harry would immediately revert his tracks. Harry shirtless with his hair tied up and just into his shorts as he was about to jump into the shower. But immediately making a 360 turn to his fiancée and daughter on the large bed in their bedroom.
“I’m right here baby,” He said walking back to his daughter. Hand out to her, she’d wrap her little hand around his two fingers.
“Daddy's going to shower he’ll be right back,” Y/n promised, holding her. The child tried to move towards the edge of the bed to crawl towards her father but Y/n held her hold.
“I’ll be right back, baby, promise,” Harry pouted.
please i just know he hates leaving her!!
When he’d walk away, again… Her lip would tremble and her eyes would swell with tears, “Da-Daddy,” She called silently.
Harry’s quick to look back her watching him walk to the bedrooms master bathroom.
“Oh baby, come here,” He took her right when the tear finally fell down her cheek. She curled up into his neck as he rubbed down her back sympathetically.
Y/n’s quick to hold her up and let Harry tend to her. As much as Y/n would be jealous of the favoritism Lily has over her for her father she couldn’t blame her— Harry treated her like a little princess.
“How about we take a bath, yeah? Wanna do that?”
Harry let’s her soft hand hold his large finger, he doesn’t get a response but Y/n smiles before saying, “I’ll get it set up.”
harry taking gears when y/n is exhausted.
“Oh hello my gorgeous girls,” Kissing them both on the foreheads softly, Y/n would smile wholeheartedly.
Holding the bottle up to Lily’s mouth Y/n smiled sleepishly at Harry. “Hi,” She spoke quietly. Harry looked her in the eyes and immediately noticed the sleep she was craving.
“Oh my love, I got this. Why don’t you rest for the night? I got ha’” He offered, holding his hand out for the baby.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah you’ve been with her all day, I’ve got her,” Harry answered sweetly taking the baby from Y/n’s arms. He felt all though he was tired she deserved the rest more than he did.
“Well she’s fed, she just wanted to drink outta the cup for a while, I guess. You got this?” She checked.
“Yeah,” He assured her.
“Mmh, you’re the best. Thank you baby.” She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, before receiving one of for her own. “Always. Goodnight my love.”
“Goodnight.”
Y/n kissed Lily on the head before heading upstairs to bed.
Harry bounced Lily in his arms softly, going to lie down on the sofa.
Humming whatever tune in his head. Whatever it was he couldn’t get it out of his head. Pulling the silly cup away from her mouth as she began to doze off, Harry laid Lily’s body up on his broad chest.
Singing against her forehead ever so lightly. A tune that’s been stuck in his head all day, humming it softly above his daughters head as he stared up at the bare ceiling.
IM GOING TO EXPLODE.
harry’s def the type to give her a little talks when he’s stressed or just out of it.
“I think mumma’s upset with me,” He’ll speak lowly, sitting in the chair in the nursery, holding his daughter straight forward cradled in his arms.
“I’m trying,” He’ll tell her. “I just wish I could be with you guys all the time, you know. I’m trying to— you guys are my number one priority, you know that right? But I don’t want mommy to think the opposite,” He told her truthfully. “Do you think I'm doing a good job?” He asked the question, not getting any response.
“I know mummy thinks I'm doing a bad job.” He speaks sadly, “I know she feels like she’s on her own. But I’m trying I really am—” Lily’s eyes brightened and her small hand grabbing at his face in response.
“I— What? What you grabbing at—” He lent forward to see her mission on his face only for her to grab at his long strands of hair. Opening her mouth wide, Harry’s eyes widen, “No, my love. You cannot chew my hair,” He chuckled, pulling his hair back from her mouth on for her to began swinging around her tiny finger. “I really wish I could be with 24/7,” He sighed. “Soon, though. Just gotta make it up to mumma. She doesn’t deserve to be all alone on this. You could be a handful my little angel,” He teased. Knowing she couldn’t understand most of what he was ranting about was the most comforting thing about this conversation.
“I love you,” He sighed. “I’m trying,” He promised her. Letting her softly tug on his hair, her eyes focused on the hair, and his focused on her large ones. “Do you believe me?” Brushing her hair back softly, Harry brushed his nose against hers, “I’m sorry if I’m not doing well, baby. I’m trying to be their for you guys everyday but you know, the band. But it’s okay, alright? Because the boys— we are planning a little break. I’m hoping during that break I could spend everyday with you and mummy, yeah? Speaking of which, what you think about me doing my own thing? You think Daddy can do it, huh? Without the boys, Daddy can do it by himself, right? I mean it’s only a little break but if I ever wanted to focus on just something like a solo thing… do you think I can do something with it?”
Lily babbled baby noises that made Harry chuckle. A little yawn followed, telling him it was about time he wrapped this midnight talk up. Smiling softly at his daughter, their matching dimples mirroring each other. “I always knew you’ll be my number one supporter,” He chuckled pressing a kiss to her nose. “I love you with my whole heart, lovebug. So much it hurts.”
i def over did. it with the end but i couldn’t help it ugh that’s his baby:(
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Summer in Italy - IG Concept
summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭
this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶
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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!
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harrystan100 OH ?
harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-
watermelonsugarpaper she’s too cool for him
adoreyouuuharry do y’all just hate this man or what?
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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home
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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.
yourinstagram i miss u too ma cherie :,)
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yourinstagram ur just so wise, mitchell
harrystyles you make it so much sunnier here
harrystyles i love youuuuuu
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harrystyles Venice. 2023.
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paulithepsm 💜
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harrystannn i can’t do this today harryflorals
dontyoucallhimbaby i love them idc
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Pick me up.
Warnings- alcohol consumption, pet names and that's it really. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary- You and Harry haven't seen each other in a while, you're both head over heels for each other but neither of you will acknowledge it. You give him a call and he picks you up on his way home.
A/N- This is based on the unreleased song 'Pick me up' because its been stuck in my head for absolutely ages. This took me forever to write, I don't know why. I'm British so we use 'realised' instead of 'realized' etc. This piece is absolutely awful in my opinion but, nevertheless. I hope you enjoy :)
Feel free to send me any asks!🩷
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You sighed as you scrolled through your contacts on your phone, desperately trying to find his name. You and Harry hadn’t seen much of each other in the past few weeks. God, it was nearly a month. You were swamped with work and found yourself working late at the office almost every day. Harry was spending all of his time either in the studio, writing, at the gym or resting. He was exhausted from touring and you knew and respected that.
You finally found his name in your contacts, Harry with a little pink flower emoji next to it. You smiled as you remembered the day you had changed his contact name to that. He had brought you some pretty pink tulips and taken you to the studio to play you demos of some songs that he had been working on (which had you smiling about it ear to ear for weeks).
It was a Friday night and you had nothing better to do than lie on your bed and think about the man you so desperately wanted to be with. Your thumb hovered above his name. You contemplated pressing on it for a second until you finally took a deep breath and tapped it. You held the phone to your ear, listening to the first ring. You really weren’t too sure if he was going to pick up or not, you just laid there and hoped for the best. The second ring sounded through your ears, then the third and then the fourth. You were just about to lose hope until halfway through the fifth ring, you heard his voice.
“Hi sweetheart.” A smile graced your lips as a picture of him with his phone to his ear, leaning against the wall with a small smirk on his face popped into your thoughts.
“Hi Harry. I’m sorry I haven’t called much recently. I’ve been rushed off my feet.” The feeling of guilt washed over your body.
“Don’t apologise. I'm always working, it’s a problem but I stopped as soon as I saw your name pop up on my phone.” Harry let out a breathy chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting a call but, uh, what are you doing right now?” He asked.
“In all honesty, I’m doing absolutely nothing. I was calling to see when you were next free. I’ve missed you.” The last party was said sheepishly compared to the rest of the sentence.
“I’ve missed you too, love. But lucky for you, I’ve just wrapped some things up in the studio so I’ll pick you up on the way home. You can stay at mine tonight.” Harry sounded certain on that and who were you to contradict? The last part of the phone call was a rush, you said something along the lines of ‘Okay, thank you. See you soon H.’ and then you both said your goodbyes.
As soon as the line went dead, you jumped out of bed. You practically ran over to your wardrobe and pulled the doors open to find something to quickly throw on and grab some things to throw into your overnight bag. You didn’t have to worry about grabbing a toothbrush because you already kept one at Harry’s house. You settled for a pair of leggings and a grey slogan printed sweatshirt to wear since it was quite chilly outside. It was simple but it made you look cute. Harry had always said that you pulled off anything that you wore.
You waited by the door for a text from Harry to tell you that he was outside. Your nerves had you tapping your foot and running your fingers through your hair. Why were you nervous? It wasn’t as if this was your first time going to Harry’s House. Your phone vibrated in your hand and his name lit up your phone screen. The text read ‘I’m outside. Ready when you are x’. You took one deep breath and walked outside. You saw his car and he turned his head to look at you. He smiled. You swore that you could faint any time you saw that smile. You locked your door and jogged down the steps in front of your house and towards his car.
After shutting the passenger door and clipping your seat belt in, you felt the air become thicker. You two made small talk and spoke about things that had happened in the time that you hadn’t seen each other. It was then that you realised how seriously busy he had been.
“You didn’t have to come and get me tonight you know. You could’ve told me how busy you were! I know I said I wanted to see you but I could’ve waited for a few days.” You felt awful. You wished he’d told you to wait until he actually had a free day and had at least taken time to give himself some rest. A smirk tugged at his mouth. “It was my choice to come and get you wasn’t it? It's been a while, that's okay though. Let's be honest, you called me and said you missed me. Of course I wanted to see you as soon as possible so I picked you up. Your house is basically on my way home anyway.” At that point, you questioned why you hadn’t made it official yet. You both so clearly wanted each other.
You had both silently decided that you were each others after that night that you met. It had been casual for months since then. Neither of you had been with anyone else. You were basically together, you kept a toothbrush at his house, you would spend every night at one of your houses when you were both free and you would buy each other little gifts here and there but neither of you had actually made it official yet. You seriously wondered why but now wasn’t the time to bring it up.
Before long, you found yourself at the familiar door of Harry’s house. Excitement bubbled in your stomach at knowing that in moments you would finally be embraced by the home-y smell and feeling of his home that made you feel at ease instantly once again.
As you walked in, you took your bag from off of your shoulder and placed it down. Harry walked into his kitchen and leant on the kitchen island, the open plan of his house still allowing him to see you putting your bag down and taking yourself over to him.
You leant on your elbows at the opposite side of the island to him. You looked into his eyes. “Hi.” He said softly, his eyes creasing with a wide smile on his face. That smile. You were thankful that you were leaning on something that would hold your weight because your legs were honestly about to give out. That man made you so weak and he knew it. He just didn’t know to what extent.
You two talked. About what? Literally anything and everything. Once Harry had cracked open a bottle of the red wine that he knew you especially liked, you two couldn’t stop chit-chatting.
You started by reminiscing the times you had been out on little dates and how he had always brought you a bouquet of flowers when he showed up at your door to come and get you. Then the pair of you moved on to talk about all the random things that happened whilst you hadn’t seen each other. And then you let it slip that you’d had multiple fans ask you if you and Harry were a couple when you attended multiple of his shows. He didn’t really ask what you had said in response and had only just given you a smile sweeter than one you had seen all night whilst he let his gaze linger on you for longer than it usually did. From then on, you were too tipsy to recall most of what you had said.
The next thing you remembered was waking up the next morning in Harry’s bed with him. Your limbs were tangled around one another and he had you pulled against him in a tight hug. “Jesus.” you rasped. You saw Harry shift under you and heard him let out a breathy chuckle as you noticed the two nearly empty glasses of wine with the empty bottle of wine stood next to it on the bedside table. “We don’t need any more of that wine any time soon. We need water.” You stated matter-of-factly. When Harry opened his mouth to react, his phone started to vibrate. It wasn’t doing anything to help the great pounding in both of your heads. He frantically scrambled about to find the device whilst groaning at the ache that his entire body felt. “My mother’s calling.” He threw his head back as if he was in realisation of something. “Shit. It's Gemma’s birthday tomorrow and I forgot to pick up the cake that she ordered. I was meant to be there at ten” He swiped to answer Anne’s phone call and let himself fall back against the soft, plush pillows of his bed. You glanced at the clock on his bedside table. It was eleven o’clock already.
You raised yourself up slowly as Harry started speaking and decided to clear away the glasses and bottle of wine that the pair of you have left in the bedroom and tidy up any other mess you two had made throughout the night and into the early morning.
As you had finished cleaning the glasses that you had used and put them away, Harry emerged from his room. He looked unreal. You adored the sleepy smile on his face, the way his locks were all tousled and how his shirtless muscles flexed as he stretched his arms. He made his way over to you and started to speak in a sweet and audible mumble “I need to get ready and go m’love.” All he saw was how you looked over to him, poorly hiding the disappointment behind your eyes. He didn’t even need you to speak. He laced his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head. “I know sweetheart. I know. I would rather spend most of the day here with you but I’ve got to go get that cake and then I’ve got a meeting at one and after that I’m going to Mum’s house.” You inhaled deeply and took in his scent. It puzzled you how he always smelt good. “When are you free again?” The sadness of your voice was slightly less prominent than you expected. However, you knew that he was a busy man and you were so grateful that he still made time for you.
He unhooked his arms from you and stepped back so he could see you. “I don’t know, if I’m honest.” He sounded guilty and god, did you hate that. You looked up at him with a smile in an attempt to rid him of his tone. “That's okay. I understand. You’re a busy man H.” He looked down at you and his eyes lit up as if he had had an idea.
“Listen, I’m going to have an insane couple of weeks. I’ve got a load of shit to take care of but after I’ve finished it I’ll take a month off.” You went to protest but he silenced you before words left your mouth by placing both hands on your cheeks. “Don’t try and persuade me otherwise with your little ‘I’d feel awful’ thing. I want to take a month off and I want to spend every single day with you. Hell, I’ll take the rest of my days off if it means being with you” That man would be the death of you, you were sure of it.
You met his eyes and yours lit up to match his. “Are you sure? You know how awful I’d feel and you’ll be swamped with so much shit to get done once you’ve had your time off.” You were so very clearly happy yet you still couldn’t stop yourself from rambling. Harry laughed. He fucking laughed. You stood there, mouth agape. “I was trying to warn you about how busy you’ll be when you get back to work, you dick.” He laughed again as he watched you shake your head and fight a smirk.
“I couldn’t care less about how busy I’ll be when I get back to work. I just want to spend time with you. I wasn’t laughing about you being concerned either, I just couldn’t help myself when you went on a rant. You are not going to convince me that this isn’t a good idea, okay?” You nodded in response with a massive grin like a Cheshire cat.
You stood embracing each other for a few more minutes before you went and got a shower and Harry cleaned up the remains of the mess. The shower was refreshing and eased the pain in your head slightly. You changed into the clothes that you’d packed into your bag last night and made your way into the kitchen again.
Harry had just headed for his shower. You sat yourself on one of the chairs situated around the island and patiently waited for him whilst checking your notifications that you’d missed. You’d had 12 texts from your best friend. Fuck. She definitely thought you were dead and you had some major explaining to do.
Harry emerged from his bedroom in a coral suit with a black button down underneath. Oh, he looked good. “Let me get you home angel.” He smirked before adding “You look good in that outfit y’know.” The blush that spread across your cheeks after was so prominent that you almost felt embarrassed.
You gathered your things with his help and you both made your way to his car. You were almost disheartened to be going home, you craved more time with Harry but you knew that you didn’t have to wait too long until you had a month with him all to yourself. The drive was spent mostly in comfortable silence filled with the radio with the occasional little words between you .
The car came to a halt and you realised that you were home. You looked over to Harry. “Thank you Har, I’ve really missed you.” He beamed at you.“I’ve missed you too, I seriously have. I promise I’ll give you a call tonight.” He leant in to you and closed the gap between your mouths. It was a short peck yet was filled with emotion. You pulled back coyly. “Bye darling.” He beamed, once again. You said goodbye, grabbing your bag and exiting the car. You turned around and gave him a little wave. He returned it with a wink. You couldn’t comprehend how he kept getting more and more attractive to you as you spent more time with him. You unlocked your door as he drove off. When you entered your house, thoughts of him swam around your head.
You were utterly obsessed with him and you really didn’t know what to do about it.
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wait! since harry's birthday is tomorrow can you make a fic about y/n celebrating his birthday?
Yeahhhhh... It's just a small fic , I'm actually busy with my exams🥲.... but I couldn't resist this. IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY. (Not proof read)
Thank you for the request nonnie, let me know if you like it <3
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Birthday boy
Harry woke up with his beautiful girlfriend pressing kisses all over his face and neck. He hummed at the feeling and smiled with his eyes closed.
He appreciated the love and the softness of her lips for a while and opened his eyes to his girlfriend who is smiling now.
"Happy birthday, baby!" She said with a huge grin and pressed her lips to his passionately. He let her kiss him,there is no other best way to start his birthday other than this anyway.
She pulled away from him, with the same beautiful smile that he fell in love with.
"What a great way to start my day." He said with a smirk on his face.
"Anything for the birthday boy. And now get up because your girlfriend did a lot of hardwork and made you breakfast." She said while getting off of the bed.
Harry just chuckled and shook his head at his girlfriend while she practically ran out of the room.
After a while he went down stairs and found his Y/n arranging the table with amazing breakfast.
"Baby, this smells soo good." He complimented her while sitting on the chair.
"Thank you, bubs."
"But really you didn't have to do all of this. I would be happy to just spend some time with you." He admitted while stuffing his mouth with the delicious breakfast that his love made for him.
"Oh shhhh. It's your birthday obviously I'm gonna cook for you, but don't get used to it. It's only your birthday special." She said with a cheeky smile on her face.
He laughed." I'll keep that in mind, and I'm glad you made this, this is soo good."
They had their breakfast while talking and laughing.
After completing breakfast and loading the dishes in the dishwasher they settled on the couch for a bit. Few minutes later there is a knock on the front door.
Harry furrowed his brows and asked "Are we expecting someone ?"
Y/n just shrugged her shoulders and ushered him to open the door.
The moment he opend the door he met with two bright smiling familiar faces.
His mother and sister shouted and practically lunged at him and attacked him with a hug. He was surprised, no he was shocked to see them and also skipped a heartbeat for the sudden shouting. But he embraced them, he smiled at his mother and sister and hugged back tightly.
"Mom, Gemma! What are you guys doing here ? " He asked once they pulled back from each other.
"It's your big day, lil bro. Obviously we will be here." Gemma said and hugged him again.
"Happy birthday, H." She said to him.
"Thank you, Gem."
After pulling away from Gemma, Anne went in for a hug again. "Happy birthday my love. I'm soo happy and proud of you for everything you have done."
"Thank you,mum." He could feel tears brimming in his eyes but he stopped before falling.
Y/n joined them while they are talking and Gemma noticed her first and went to hug her. They both hugged and laughed about something Gemma said.
He can't help but awe at the sight of his girlfriend, the love of his life and his mother talk and laugh together happily.
They all went inside and caught up on each other and talked about everything and anything.
While his mother and Y/n are in the kitchen together, Harry can't help but fall in love with her all over again. The way his love and his mother are talking and being comfortable with each other is just making him soo happy. The way his mother tipped her head back laughing at something Y/n said and placing her palm over Y/n's, he couldn't help but observe these little details.
Gemma sat with him and patted on his shoulder. " penny for your thoughts "
He smiled
"Nothing just happy that you both made it here. I'm soo happy to spend time with you guys."
"Me too. We missed you a lot. And you have to thank Y/n for this. She is the one who planned this and made us fly here. She booked the tickets and asked us to keep it as a secret from you." Gemma smiled and squeezed her brothers hand.
Harry just went speechless with that. His love towards her increasing with every passing minute. His heart is bursting with happiness and love.
Gemma squeezed his hand again. "She is perfect Harry, I have never seen you this happy or soo deep in love. Trust me she is the one. Never let her go."
He turned his head and looked at the women he is madly in love with, still talking to his mother about something that she is showing on her phone.
Then he met eyes with Y/n. She turned her head and looked at him, meeting his emerald ones. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss.
He smiled with his heart in his eyes, how is he not supposed to fall in even more love with her ?
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Harry and his mother are driving back home from the grocery store, apparently his mother need some ingredients to make deserts . So they both ran to store to get them.
"You look so happy, darling " his mother said while both are half way into the drive.
He smiled and said "I am , mum. I'm soo happy and feel soo lucky"
"I'm happy you guys are here. I'm happy because Y/n makes me happy " He said with smile adored his face and blush creeping his neck.
"I'm soo happy to see you guys together. You both are soo good to each other. I can't wait her to be completed family. It's not like she is not a family now, but I can't wait to completely make her my daughter." Anne said and squeezed his arm.
The taught of marrying Y/n brought butterflies in his stomach. They have been dating for three years now and madly in love ever since. They were friends before that and that blossomed into lot more later.
With Y/n he felt safe, he felt like he never loved anyone before. He felt comfortable around her to show his flaws and be himself, her felt confident. He felt home with her.
She is his muse.
He had been imagining his future with her form soo long, but now that even his mother saying that made him happy. Him marrying her and having kids and building a home with her, everything is soo surreal.
"Yeah, even I can't wait for that "
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When they entered the house everything is soo silent, he wonderd where Y/n is.
As he and his mother made their way inside he got startled with a huge sound of people shouting happy birthday.
His friends and his team, band everyone are present. Everyone wearing a party hat and some party glasses.
Harry is soo happy to see everyone, house is decorated. It's simple but beautiful, he figured that Y/n did it all with Gemma's help. His heart swelled at that, she did this for him. Surprised him with his mother and sister and now a Surprise party. She is an angle he thought.
"Mum, you knew about this, didn't you ?" Harry asked his mother.
She smiled and shrugged.
There are just few people it's not a huge party, just selected amount like his close friends like Jeff, Glen, Mitch, Sarah and his whole band and team and few other close friends. Exactly how he like. It's intimate and special.
Everyone wished and hugged him.
Jeff came and hugged him "Happy birthday,man"
"Thanks, Jeffery."
"Wow your getting old." He teased him which earned a swat on his arm by his wife Glenn.
"Happy birthday, Harry." She hugged him too
"Thank you, Glenn." He smiled
Even with room full of people he like his eyes and heart still searched for Y/n. She is not in the room, maybe in the kitchen.
Just as he was about go find her, she appeared from the kitchen with a cake in her hands. She changed into a beautiful and simple dress which made him loose his mind she also had a party cap on her head.
She slowly made her way to every with a smile on her face. His angle .
She placed the cake down and stood infront of Harry. He circled his hands around her waist and pulled into a hug and nuzzles his face into her neck and breathed her in.
"I love you, my angle." He said and pulled away from her neck but stood the same with his arms around her.
"I love you too, honey."
He smiled and kissed her. Longer than a peck and shorter than an actual kiss, but very short for his liking.
"Happy birthday, love"
He cut the cake while everyone is singing him the birthday song while his love is beside him all the time. He blew the candles while wishing for happiness, their happiness.
He couldn't let her go from his side. He kept her close throughout the party. While Y/n is playing a good hostess duty and making sure everyone is having a great time, he roamed with her like a lost puppy.
At one point everyone got loose, not drunk but definitely not completely sober. Harry started some slow music and encouraged everyone to dance. He pulled Y/n to the center and started dancing with her. His arms around her waist and her's around his neck. They slowly started swaying to the music enjoying the silence around even though there are people around they left like it's only them in the room.
"Happy birthday." She said maybe for the 15th time since morning and pecked his lips.
He slowly chuckled "thank you, love"
She smiled
"Really, thank you for everything." He said and pulled her even closer to him so they are pressed to each other.
"This is the bare minimum, Harry. I would do anything for you."
It's fixed, he is completely fucked with love and he is making her his wife.
"And I have some gifts waiting for you upstairs, once the party is over we'll get to that." She said and rested her head on his should.
"I don't want any of those gifts, love. All I need is right infront me in my arms. That's enough for me.:
She looked in his eyes and then his lips.
He closed the gap between them and kissed her. Very slow and passionate. He parted her lips with his tounge and entered into her mouth. His lips moved with her with ease. They fit perfect together, like a missing piece of puzzle. They are perfect together.
After few more minutes they pulled away and to get some air.
"Best birthday ever "
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this wasn't y/n's first time being a PA to a major star on a film set, but this was the first time she'd worked with someone like harry styles
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"Good morning, Mr. Styles!"
(Y/N) kept her chipper tone as quiet as possible as she entered her boss's trailer. Though he claimed to be a morning person, but there was something particularly wicked about five a.m. call times on a Sunday morning that even he wasn't immune to.
"You have another half hour until hair and makeup," she continued, carefully shutting the door closed behind her in an effort to keep out the chill of the morning, "But, I brought your coffee and a croissant from craft services."
Harry, in his morning glory, puffy eyes and all, gave her a soft smile as she entered. "Morning," he mumbled, decidedly less awake than his assistant who had been here since four a.m. with the rest of the crew. His thank you came after the first sip of coffee went down his throat, some of the sleep in his eyes seemingly melting away with the help of the warm drink.
"What kind is it?" he asked, referring to the croissant he had set with its napkin on his lap.
(Y/N) hung in the mouth of the trailer, more than happy to indulge in these morning conversations she had grown to look forward to in the last two weeks since shooting commenced. "Chocolate," she chirped, proud of her discovery for the morning, "It was the last one, so I had to hide it until you got here. After that, all that was going to be left were those lemon ones that are way too much to have for breakfast."
Knuckling at his eye, a warm smile tugged at Harry's lips. "That's why you're the best, (Y/N). I really lucked out with you, didn't I?"
Though the sentiment was nothing new, Harry's words did more for her than a cup of coffee or shot of green juice in the morning. In the weeks since filming starting and consequently being introduced to one another, Harry was probably one of the best temporary bosses she'd ever had since joining the industry. He was kind, understanding, and relentlessly patient with her.
It was hard not to harbor a small crush on him.
Especially now, with his lazily affectionate words falling from his pink, puffed lips, how was she supposed to just pretend her heart didn't flutter and her tummy didn't bubble full of honeybees and butterflies at his words. How was she supposed to ignore all of that when he was looking so cozy that (Y/N) swore she could cuddle into his chest and earn back her interrupted sleep from this morning.
His unstyled hair flopped over his forehead in lazy curls that matched the hood of his eyes. A rumpled green top covered his torso with the back decorated in large, pink hearts, something about self-love scrawled within the emblems. A soft pair of sweatpants encasing his legs, a rainbow gradient working over the fabric as he sat in the blanket draped chair at the cent of the vanity installed in his trailer. The amber colored bulbs were dimmed to his morning preference, the light bathing him in a golden haze that made him too pretty to be fair this early in the morning. He was the perfect lazy dream, and she couldn't ignore it if she tried.
But, no matter how much of a school-girl crush she felt, she knew this was nothing more than puppy love for a kind person who was acting as her boss for the next couple of months.
"Maybe you did," she answered him with a soft smile, hoping he didn't notice the rise in temperature behind her cheeks, "I'll be back to get you for hair and makeup, okay? Let me know if you need anything before then."
Harry gave her a soft nod, a wave of his ringless fingers being tossed in her direction. "I'll be waiting," he said, "Thank you again, (Y/N)."
Stepping out into the slowly warming morning air, (Y/N) couldn't be more grateful for the role she found herself in. Even if she was getting a little tired of these early morning call times.
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"Cut!"
The sound of the director's barked caused (Y/N) to jump, not having excepted the loud call in the middle of such an intense scene. While the shout made her and the other unsuspecting PA's and crew jump, the actors in front of the camera, including Harry, seemingly relaxed at the barking tone.
In a split second, Harry, who had previously donned a murderous scowl as he recited his whispered lines, slipped back into his true persona with a soft set in his shoulders, brow raised as he looked to the director for any instructions. Even now on the set of her fourth movie working as a crew member, and three weeks into his specific production, it still astounded her how actors like Harry were able to flip that switch so expertly.
He was set to play a morally grey character, allowing him the chance to enact some dark scenes (Y/N) got the privilege of witnessing first hand, just like today. Currently the set they were shooting in was meant to be the dark alleyway between a pair of abandoned buildings, the shot filled with dark crevices and menacing lighting that drained the scene to grayscale. She didn't have the firmest grasp on what the movie was about and what each scene was to entail (this specific director was known for leaving members of the production in the dark in an effort to gain the most organic reactions from actors and allow him to fully guide the film), but so far (Y/N) was entranced by Harry's character. She couldn't wait to see what everything looked like when it all came together.
When no other instructions other than a call for a break was given, Harry nodded with a smile to his scene partner before striding off set and out into the real world. Though he was no longer in character, he still looked the part as he gave her a smile from across the camera line. His tan, pressed slacks were ripped and frayed at the hem, matching the dishevelment of the white t-shirt tucked into the waistline, something the wardrobe department mixed up to look like blood staining the collar. His skin had been scrubbed clean of his collection of tattoos that morning, the ink now buried under layers of carefully applied makeup. His skin was clean and glowing, a sheen over his features sure to be emphasized in editing to highlight his features and the cut lines of his face. His hair had been meticulously styled to look perfectly disheveled, as if he really had ran his hand through the strands a thousand times before appearing on camera.
Seeing him like this, it was a wonder he wasn't cast for any and every movie, right smack as the lead.
She knew she'd go to the theater more often if that was the case.
His smile grew larger the closer he drew to her, his hand coming up to absently scratch at the patch of his chest exposed by the less than buttoned state of his shirt. "Hi," he said, his chipper greeting being a complete turnaround from the deep gravel that touched his voice during the scene, "How was that?"
He looked to her eagerly with his grin wide and dimples deep, seeking her honest opinion. He always did this when they cut for a break and (Y/N) was lucky enough to have the time to watch, always asking what she thought of the scene and if there was anything he should do to make the performance carry more impact. Today, just like almost every other day, she had nothing but glowing reviews for his acting.
"It was perfect, Mr. Styles," she praised, skipping into step beside him, "You looked really scary for a little bit, not going to lie." She gazed up at him with a smile, hoping he knew just how honestly she meant her kind words.
"Really?" he asked, looking down at her as he worked to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt, readying himself for the lunch break, "Didn't mean to scare you, (Y/N)."
"But that's the point, remember?" she countered, "You're supposed to be scary, that's how I know it was good. Even without all the special editing, and angles, and everything, it still scared me. It looked like you meant it, what you were saying. It was really, really good."
His smile turned crooked as he dropped his eyes to the ground where their steps were in line. "Yeah? You think so?
From a few of the conversations they'd had regarding the movie, Harry had shared with her some of his nerves over the role. He'd only ventured into something dark like this once before, but never on a scale like this one. He had told her he was worried he wasn't quite cut out for this all, despite having been vetted through the same auditioning process like everyone else, having earned the role and proven himself like the rest of the cast.
"I know so, Mr. Styles."
A bashful smile curved his lips, dimples denting his cheeks. Harry flicked his gaze to her through the vignette of his lashes, the intensity of the contact showing her how sincerely he appreciated her. "Thank you."
"Of course," she peeped, cheeks growing hot under his attention. She feared, after these weeks with him, that she'd never get used to that level of engrossment from him, eye contact and all. Being nothing more than a personal assistant to such large stars on movie sets made it something of an impossibility to be taken note of, so Harry's attention made even more of an impact than she's sure he knew. It made her feel important. "Um," she started, shaking herself from her thoughts though her brain lagged behind her mouth, "Before you go change, I can take your lunch order so its ready when you are, if you want?"
Harry let out a hum as he considered her words, taking on the opposite cuff now that the first was loose. After a moment, he finally looked to her with his brows raised, "What are y'getting?"
"Probably that salmon that we had last week again, the one with the lemon and capers," she answered, already eager to break off and finally eat since the short breakfast she had at four a.m. before coming to set. "Did you want the scampi again, or try the crab cakes you missed last time?"
Another contemplative hum left his throat as they approached the small stack of stairs to his trailer, both Harry's name and his character's name plastered to the door. "I'll be brave and try the crab cakes, I think," Harry joked, stopping in front of the small case to face (Y/N).
"Okay," she chirped, cataloguing the entree away next to the same sides he asked for every time—a side Caesar salad and the sage butter peas served daily. "I'll go pass that along and bring it to you when you're ready!"
"Wait, wait," Harry stopped her, a gentle hand cupping her elbow before she could get too far. (Y/N) spun on her heel, a question raising her brows as she looked to him. Maybe he wanted to try the kale salad instead today. His question only made her brows shoot higher in confusion. "What are y'doing for lunch?"
"Oh," she sounded, caught off guard, "I was probably going to go around back, like I usually do. Why?"
He rolled his lips between his teeth, his brows pulling to a furrow. He ignored her own question in favor of posing another of his own, "Alone?"
"Most of the time, yeah," she nodded, "Depends on who's on break at the same time, and everything."
Harry nodded his head slowly at her words, his grip on her elbow loosening until falling away to hang his hand at his side. His gaze only flitted from her own to take stock of her features for a moment. "Would y'want to eat with me, instead?"
Never had she had a boss ask her to take her lunch with them. They were usually much too busy or in need of space after being fussed over for hours on end (or just plain divas who didn't believe they had time to sink low enough to have a meal with their assistant).
"Are you sure?"
His expression never swayed, staying firm on his offer. "Yes."
How was she supposed to say no to something like that?
A bright smile bloomed across her features, her fingers itching to tuck on the tiny locket clasped around her neck. "Okay, yeah," she sighed, "I'll come back when everything is ready, if that's okay. Thank you, Mr. Styles."
He shook his head, curls flopping over his forehead, "Don't need to thank me or anything, jus' come back soon."
(Y/N) lagged in her spot for a moment, the toe of her shoe scraping the pavement beneath them. He wanted her to come back to him. He wasn't making this easy for her.
She nodded her head to him biting back a smile that stuck on her face the whole way to the catering tent.
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"I didn't know y'worked on that movie. 'S one of m'favorites."
(Y/N) keened under Harry's attention, having become completely enveloped with it since walking into his trailer with their lunch. She had barely kept it under wraps when she was placing their orders and awaiting the plates to be put together while she stood with the rest of the assistants and crew under the tent, bursting at the seams with the excitement of her lunch invitation. Under her own accord, she figured it would be better to keep this to herself for the time being, knowing just how quickly the rumor mill turned on productions like these. Whether or not Harry's invitation meant anything, it would no doubt be taken in as many different and scandalous ways possible just to give the bored crew something to talk about (and potentially sell to the press).
But, the second she scaled those short steps to his trailer, (Y/N) had felt both high and grounded at the same time. Harry was just as genuine as he had come across in their daily interactions; his attention never swaying from her as she spoke, even when she shared stories she had no doubt were pale in comparison to the arsenal he walked around with. He seemed to be actually interested in her.
Nodding her head, (Y/N) tucked herself further into the corner of the small couch pressed against the wall of the trailer. Her lunch was only halfway finished despite the fact they had less than ten minutes of the promised break left, too occupied to focus on eating. "Mhm," she hummed, "It the first real movie I ever got to work on. I didn't know it was your favorite, Mr. Styles."
Harry was quick to shake his head at her words, swallowing down the bite of crab cake with a furrow to his brow. "Don't have to call me that, you know," he said after his mouth was no longer full, looking to her through the curls that fell over his forehead, "I know 'm technically your boss, or whatever, but y'don't have to call me that. 'M okay with Harry, or H."
(Y/N) hesitated for a second. She'd never been explicitly invited to work around the chain of command like that before. "I don't know, Mr. Styles..."
While it wasn't exactly against the rules, she doubted their director and hoard of producers—legends in Hollywood, known for their traditional approach to productions—would be privy to the idea of her cozying up to the star of what was slated to be a blockbuster film.
"We're friends, right?" he asked, prodding her gently with a raised brow as he scooped up a bite of peas.
A smile pinched at the corners of her mouth. "I'd hope so."
"Then, please, call me Harry. I want y'to call me that."
Glancing up through her lashes, she found him looking to her with that moss green intensity simmering in his eyes. He was being honest. He considered them to be friends, and wanted her to treat him as such, not as the talent on set that happened to also be her superior.
"Okay, Harry."
A dimple-inducing smile molded his features, the smile too big for him to even take the bite of peas he had queued up. She was happy he had his eyes pointed downward at the plate in his lap for the time being, so he wouldn't see her testing the heat hiding behind her cheeks with a brush of her fingers.
Adjusting his posture, Harry placed his almost finished plate to the side, resting on the vanity that lined the front of his trailer. His attention was placed solely on her, his phone nowhere in sight.
With his elbow propped on his knee, Harry fit his chin in his palm. "If y'don't mind me asking, what other movies have y'been a part of?"
She shrugged her shoulders in response, "I haven't worked on a lot or anything, I don't have a bunch of cool stories outside of the one I just told you."
At that, Harry let out a small laugh, the sound permeating the small trailer.
"What's funny?" (Y/N) asked though a smile was already picking at the edges of her lips at the sound of his happiness. Whatever she did to draw that from him, she hoped he'd tell her so she could do it again.
"Nothing," he said shaking his head, "You're jus' cute. I want to hear all of your stories, even the ones y'don't think are 'cool'. Besides, I think you're plenty cool for the both of us, so I can make up for it."
Before (Y/N) could formulate any kind of response, a breathless laugh fell from her lips. The sound was tugged out from nothing other than utter happiness in that moment. She'd never met anyone like Harry Styles before, especially after moving to L.A..
Though she could have reveled in the knowledge that not only did he think she was cool, but he said she was cute, too, but she was too aware of the fact he was waiting on her and the handful of stories she had left to share. She'd scream into her pillow later tonight about those sweet words wrapped in his graveled voice, but for now, she was going to pick out her most impressive stories and hope that gleam he saw in her never lessened.
"Well," she started, canting her head, "A couple of years ago, I was working on a movie with Anya Taylor-Joy and..."
As (Y/N) pattered on with her story, she couldn't help but notice that Harry's eyes never moved from her and the smile on his lips never lessened.
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"They were all out of croissants today, but I did grab that brioche and egg sandwich you've been smelling in the morning," (Y/N) introduced as she brought in Harry's breakfast the following morning. She'd only been here for about an hour, and her cheeks already hurt from how large her grin was at the prospect of seeing Harry again after their lunch the day before.
Though she knew the croissants were his favorite, when she shared the change of plans with him, Harry's expression never swayed from the silent contentment that touched at his eyes and threatened the corners of his lips.
"You're the best, (Y/N)," Harry praised her, morning voice especially deep due to the early call time today. He had to get his entire body scrubbed of his tattoos today, not just his forearm and the birds on his chest, the project going to be nothing less than a couple hours long for the makeup department.
"And you're too sweet," she countered, unable to match his eyes as the gentle compliment left her lips, feeling too shy. There was a certain barrier that was lacking now after their shared lunch break the day before, but she still wasn't as free-wheeling with the praise when it didn't pertain to his acting. With his coffee and food safely in his hands, (Y/N) began to edge out of his trailer, "I'll be back to grab you for hair and makeup in about twenty minutes, but let me know if you need anything before then."
Harry nodded his head as he sipped his coffee. "Before y'go," he interrupted her exit, waiting as (Y/N) lifted her chin in acknowledgment, "You're eating lunch with me again today, right?"
If not for the fact that she could hear her blood pumping through her ears and the heat she felt behind her smiling cheeks, (Y/N) would have thought her heart stopped in that moment.
"Do you want me to?
A crooked smile took home on Harry's lips, the curve being seen around the rim of his paper coffee cup. "Unless y'have plans."
She was quick to shake her head, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in effort to bite back the grin tugging at her lips. "No, no. I'll be here."
"Good."
All the while (Y/N) ran around, getting Harry's things ready for the day, she carried that good around with her.
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As (Y/N) watched Harry shoot, once again returning to the murky alley way they had filmed in over a week ago, she noticed the circles lingering under his eyes. Makeup hadn't bothered to cover them since they paired well with the distress his character was meant to be under for the scene, but seeing them and knowing they were real chipped at (Y/N)'s heart just a bit.
She knew he was entrenched in some album decisions, lots of final calls being presented to him the closer the record pressing deadline came. (He was deadset on releasing vinyl versions of this album he had told her, in several different colors too, no matter if the deadlines were crashing into his filming schedule). This morning, when she dropped off his breakfast, he had already been dressed and put up in character after shooting a set of early scenes, earlier than even her own set time, only a skeleton crew being used until five a.m.. He had shared just a bit of his woes with her, telling her he had been up on a conference call with his label and manager until the late hours of the night to finalize the album rollout and promotion strategy that went along with it. He barely made it to bed after midnight, before his alarm was screaming at him to wake a few short hours later.
While (Y/N) usually loved to sit in and watch him work, today wasn't as magical as she was used to. He had no shortage of talent like he lacked sleep, but knowing what was happening underneath his character made her want to tug him away and set him up in his trailer with a warm blanket and permission to nap.
"Let's break for lunch!" (Y/N) heard called across the lot, the voice of the director reaching through to where Harry had been loosening up after nailing that scene.
She heard another stream of instructions, Harry's scene partner needed back in an hour while Harry could be off for the next couple. At the news, the stiff set in his shoulders fell before he almost brought his hand up to run through his hair. Just in time, he remembered the gel sculpting his hair into perfect waves that would no doubt need to remain the same for whatever was planned after his break. Nonetheless, a deep breath was released from his lungs as he strode off set. His eyes scanned over the line of cameras and crew, peering through the lights trained on the set.
With the way his eyes brightened when he caught sight of her, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel like he had been looking for her.
"You're staying with me for lunch again, right?" Harry asked, skipping the usual question of what she thought of the scene.
"Yeah, yeah, of course," (Y/N) hurried to reassure him, falling into sync with his steps, "Still tired?"
Harry let out a sigh, eyes facing the ground as they approached his trailer. "Yeah," he confirmed, the weight of the sleepless hours settling in his voice, "'S been a long day already and it's not even noon, yet."
Letting out a breathless laugh, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around him in sympathy. "I'm sorry, H," she said, peering up at him with a sympathetic pout puffing her lips, "At least you have a little bit of a break now. You can relax after we eat."
A crooked smile took home on Harry's lips as he shifted his gaze to settle on her, "Not your fault, don't apologize," he murmured to her, his voice quiet just for the two of them. With the way he was looking at her, (Y/N) hadn't even noticed they made it to his trailer until she felt his warm hand wrap around her arm, stopping her from continuing to walk off without him. Harry flicked his gaze up to the door of his trailer before returning to (Y/N) with a slight furrow to his brow though he never lost his lopsided smile, "And where did y'think y'were going?"
Instantly, a heat was felt behind (Y/N)'s cheeks. All the blood that wasn't rushing to where Harry was touching her, flooded to her cheeks and warmed her skin. "Oh-I," she stuttered, her tongue fumbling behind her lips, "I didn't realize..."
Harry shook his head, his grin growing. "You're so cute."
Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) bit back her smile. Though reluctant to leave his grip and the blanket of his shadow, she gestured behind her shoulder towards the set and the catering tent. "I should go get our lunches and everything," she said, her words coming out in something of a daze, "I'll be right back."
Her words were meant to be a statement, a short promise of her return, but in the end a little curved her tone like a question.
"Okay," Harry answered, his hand falling from around her arm though the phantom of his fingers still remained, "Hurry back."
And, that she did.
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After hearing a faint Come in! called through Harry's trailer door, (Y/N) maneuvered her way inside while juggling a pair of plates stacked with their chosen lunches for the day. (Ever since the day he tried the crab cakes, whenever they were served Harry didn't waste time in assuring that's what (Y/N) was packing for him). Once inside, while she'd never seen it before, (Y/N) couldn't be all that surprised with what she found with how the day was going.
Typically, Harry was the kind of person to have as much light filtering through his trailer as possible, the space bright and sunny as they worked throughout the day. But, with the fact he was working on less than enough sleep and the eye bags that hung under his lashes, she shouldn't have been that surprised that he finally utilized the heavy curtains pinned around the windows and had the minimum amount of lights on while still allowing him enough of a glow to see.
While it was most likely no where near as comfortable as the bed he surely wanted, Harry still tucked himself into the quilted couch pushed against he sidewall that he and (Y/N) usually ate at. He had changed out of his character clothing, the articles carefully folded and set on the vanity. Seemingly forgetting—or no longer caring—about the amount of gel used to make his hair the perfectly-unperfect mess that was becoming his character's trademark the more the film progressed, Harry even succumbed to using the stiff decorative throw pillows he usually complained about, his head pillowed by the unforgiving foam.
Eyes fluttering open at her arrival, Harry made the massive effort of leaving his relaxed position laid out on the couch, to sit up with a sigh. "You're back," he announced sleepily, "I kind of fell asleep for a little bit, sorry."
"No, no, don't be sorry," (Y/N) murmured, keeping her tone quiet to match the ambiance of his trailer, "I can leave you be if you want. You don't have to eat with me if you're so tired."
The sleep mussed curls on his head fell over his forehead as he shook his head. "No, I want y'to stay."
Her heart began to glow in her chest at his words. Though she felt a bit guilty to be distracting him from his needed break time that he could use to nap, she wasn't going to deny him (or herself, really) from his wants.
"Okay," she peeped, taking her usual spot in the cushioned corner of the couch once she passed his plate off.
Maybe it was the way the sun filtered though in gentle slivers, or the feel of the plush blanket that hung over the back of the couch, or just the sound of another being so close to her, but (Y/N) was halfway sure this is the closest to home she'd ever felt while being on set. If not for the close quarters and the fact the closest bathroom was through a series of hallways through the studio, she would have convinced herself this was some new overpriced apartment she managed to snag in the middle of the city, Harry only becoming another anchor that urged her to curl up and stay awhile.
His presence covered her like the warm blanket pressed into her back, keeping her warmer than the lattice of sunlight that spotted through the trailer. In the ambiance of the confined space, (Y/N) didn't feel the usual need to fill the silence with any kind of conversation, feeling comforted by the quiet that could settle between them. Through the weeks, he'd become a good friend to her. Of course, he was the kind of friend that had the power to boss her around and made her heart flutter every time he smiled at her, so she figured it was a bit of an unconventional friendship. Nonetheless, she truly hoped this would be something that followed her after filming wrapped and she had no excuse to be around him day in and day out.
"You're alright outside of being tired, right?" (Y/N) questioned, stealing a glance at the way Harry didn't do much more than take a couple bites of his food before pushing around the rest.
A quiet nod was offered before he found his voice, a heavy hand running through his hair. Hair and makeup was going to hate him later.
"Yeah, 'm jus' a little exhausted, honestly," he told her, a sleep-soaked smile curling his lips.
Rolling her lips between her teeth, (Y/N) plucked together an idea with the feel of the down blanket brushing against her form. Looking to Harry, she found those bags persisting under his eyes as he gazed at her with his cheek cupped in his hand and elbow propped on his knee.
"You can lay down again, if you want," she offered, grabbing for Harry's plate before pushing them both off onto the vanity just within reach of her side of the couch. Reaching behind her, she tugged the quilt thrown over the back of the sofa, "Take a nap, and I'll wake you up when its time."
Passing the comforter to him, (Y/N) made a move to desert her spot on the cushion to give his long form full reign over the couch, but was promptly stopped with a gentle hand on her shoulder. Harry didn't say much as (Y/N) settled back in her spot, her mouth falling into a small gape. He maneuvered himself to sprawl across the sofa, feet on the other end where he had been sitting with the blanket now covering his form. (Y/N) knew what was coming before she felt it, but even as he laid his head down to be cushioned by her thighs, she swore her heart stopped all together.
(Y/N) couldn't have been more grateful for the new lack of gel in his hair as the strands flared out in her lap, baby curls framing his face. Highlighted by the slivers of sunlight peeking through, his cheekbones looked especially high, the remaining sheen of his makeup shimmering in the light. If not for the darkened circles under his eyes, (Y/N) would have sworn he was the prince in a storybook, even if he was dressed in an oversized crewneck with visible tears in the collar.
Through hooded lids, lashes fluttering, Harry gazed up at her. "Is this alright?" he murmured.
With her voice stuck in her throat, (Y/N) nodded her head, a tender smile tugging at her lips. She acted on instinct as she brought her hand to his hair, a single finger brushing a stray curl from his eyes. Harry only reacted with his eyes trying to follow the motion, the lilpads going crossed in his efforts. The laugh that drew from (Y/N) caused Harry's own smile to unfurl on his lips, his body sinking further into the small reprieve offered in that moment.
That single finger caress of (Y/N)'s turned into her fingers trailing through his hair now that she knew he wasn't perturbed by her touch. She combed the strands through her fingers, dismantling the few remaining constructed waves as she went. Harry's eyes fluttered closed at the touch, a deep breath expanding his lungs while a look of contentment molded his features and sunk his shoulders into the cushions.
"That feels nice," Harry murmured, voice lazy as she worked.
"Want me to keep going?"
His quiet smile widened further at her question, dimples popping into his cheeks, "Mhm. Please."
At his request, (Y/N) glazed her attention over him like honey. She worked her fingers in gentle strokes through his hair, fingertips brushing along his hairline in cautious touches to satiate the urge to know what it felt like to touch his skin and feel his face under her hands. Harry was a willing participant in the way he practically lent into her touch like a kitten, keening as she stroked his skin. In a daring move (at least to (Y/N)), after tracing over the baby curls lining his hairline, (Y/N) strayed from her familiar path. The tip of her index finger grazed over his cheekbone, touching over the sheen she had been familiarizing herself with as she laid her affection all over him. The planes of his face directed her further over his features, drawing her to the line of his nose and the curves of his brows. It was only when she dared graze over the hills and valleys of his Cupid's bow that she realized he was smiling.
"What?" she asked, taking the opportunity to poke at his dimple.
"Nothing," he whispered, blinking his eyes open to look at her. The tension his eyes had held through the day had dissipated, having floated away now that he wasn't under the pressure of the lights and producers trying to squeeze the best out of him. He used his eyes like (Y/N) used her hands, tracing over all of her features, seemingly cataloguing them away for another day. "'S nothing, (Y/N)."
(Y/N) made a move to take her hand away from his skin, intending on tucking it underneath her thigh so she didn't do anything embarrassing now that he could see her. She didn't get very far before Harry gently grabbed at her wrist, fingers wrapping around her arm.
"Don't stop," Harry murmured, his request simple though his eyes were intense on hers.
He kept her hand pressed to his cheek, fingertips dipping into his hairline while her palm fit to the curve of his cheek. Harry was in control of her movements then, using his grip on her wrist to tug her hand over his skin. Slowly grazing his face, feeling every curve and dip of his features, the rough stubble he had grown for his character, she swore she felt the faintest heat rise to his cheeks. In a slow glide, Harry brought her fingertips dangerously close to his lips.
Stopping just before she could touch the raspberry colored skin, (Y/N) flicked her gaze from her hands to find Harry looking at her just as intently as when they began. Her mouth suddenly felt dry under his attention, this moment feeling different than any they had shared before.
Swallowing, (Y/N) struggled to find her voice. "H-Harry, I—"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
(Y/N) jumped in her spot, her movement effectively jerking her hand out of Harry's grasp. Someone was knocking on the trailer door.
"(Y/N)? Are you in there?"
The familiar voice of one of her fellow assistants, Meredith, sounded on the other side of the door. She was one of the few that knew where she spent her lunch breaks these days, and (Y/N) knew she wouldn't bother her if it wasn't important.
"Y-Yeah," (Y/N) croaked, cringing at the crack of her voice, "Is everything okay?"
"Russ needed some help unloading costumes for the cocktail scene," Meredith explained, "It's kind of a lot with all of the extras, so I was hoping you could help a little. If you weren't busy anyway."
Her final statement was tacked on at the end like an afterthought. Though (Y/N) wished she could take advantage of that out, she knew she really wasn't busy with anything else other than indulging herself.
Looking down at Harry still tucked in her lap, he gave her a gentle nod of his head.
"No, I can come help. Give me a second," (Y/N) called back, feeling the fragile thread that had weaved to tie them together in that moment become severed.
Meredith called out and Okay, thanks! before the other side of the door went silent, leaving a less-than perfect quiet to settle in the trailer.
Harry's movements were lethargic as he moved to sit up, leaving (Y/N) cold as she stood from her spot. She didn't know what to do with her hands now that she knew how much she'd rather be raking them through Harry's hair and grazing the peaks and valleys of his face.
She shuffled on her feet as she looked at him, "I'll—um—I'll come back after, and everything. Okay?"
A tender smile stretched Harry's lips, his fingers coming up to pluck at his bottom lip. "Okay. Hurry back."
All through the task of unloading the wardrobe trailer, (Y/N) never stopped thinking about just how close she was to feeling the edge of Harry's lips. What a privilege that would have been.
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"Cut! That's it for today, everybody go home. Good work!"
Harry's eyes immediately scanned the team behind the camera line, (Y/N) watching as he lit up once he caught sight of her. He only lagged behind a second, sharing quick goodbyes with his scene partners and the crew that helped craft the scene, including a shaking of hands with the director, before he was stepping past the line of ready crew to where (Y/N) was waiting a few paces back.
"Hey, you," he greeted her once he was close enough, smile bright.
"Hi." She reciprocated his grin, falling into step with him as they moved, "That was really good, H. You have to promise to take me to the Oscars when you get nominated for this role."
Peering up at him, (Y/N) got the perfect view of a dimple thumbed into his cheek and what she swore was a blush tinting the tip of his ear red.
"Y'think I'll get nominated?"
"And win," (Y/N) added, a definite nod emphasizing just how much conviction she held in her claim. She didn't know what would look better: him on the big screen for two full hours or him glowing with an Oscar statuette in his hand?
Speaking through his smile, Harry mumbled out a shy, "Thank you, (Y/N)," her name just barely catching over the sound of their feet scuffing over the pavement.
As Harry's trailer came into view, with the knowledge that today had officially wrapped and (Y/N) had one last task of walking him to his trailer before setting off herself to go home, she dreaded the remaining paces.
Harry had been insanely busy all day, getting the smallest of detail shots done before specific sets were set to be torn down to leave the rest of the time for the major scenes that needed more time to refine. Aside from the short breakfast they had that morning and a twenty minute lunch, there wasn't much time leftover to spend together like (Y/N) was becoming so used to. And, now she was going to go home and hope she had more time with him tomorrow, even though she knew the closer the final shoot day came, the less and less time he would have for her.
"What's got y'looking all sad, hm?" Harry asked, his words fragranced with he smile she was sure was pinned to his face. Nonetheless, (Y/N) kept her eyes trained on their steps, the yards disappearing much faster than she would have liked.
"Nothing," she shrugged, "Just tired. If it's been a long day for me, I don't know how you're still standing right now."
With her eyes trained forward, (Y/N) didn't see the way Harry was gazing her and especially didn't see him nudge closer before throwing his arm over her shoulders. The weight was a welcome heft over her form, tugging her into Harry's side as he gazed down at her. He was warm against her, just as warm as she caught a glimpse of in his trailer a week ago and just as warm as the sincerity in his eyes suggested.
"What are y'doing after this?" he asked, his tone gentle between just the two of them.
(Y/N) feared her tongue had gone numb as she struggled to find any kind of footing in that moment, nothing threading together in her head as she matched his eye contact. Harry seemed like he knew exactly what she was struggling with as his grin turned crooked, a break in his eye contact happening as he flitted over her softened features. A soft squeeze was delivered to her bicep with the hand he had thrown over her shoulders.
"Y'alright?"
That was enough to knock (Y/N) out of her stupor and take stock of the rest of her body that wasn't in direct contact with his. It was then that she realized that their feet had slowed a fair amount, the length between them and his trailer now taking much longer to cover.
"Y-yeah, sorry," she murmured, "I'm—uh—I'm not doing anything after this, no."
Harry rolled his lips between his teeth at her words. The moss coloring of his irises were what held (Y/N)'s attention even as his own eyes trailed over her face, tracing along the dips of her features and even daring to go as low as the curve of her neck and slope of her shoulders.
If he was thinking anything near what she was thinking...
The sound of another's trailer door slamming to a close seemed to shatter the bubble forming around them. Harry used the reprieve to suck in a breath (Y/N) hadn't realized he was denying himself. Though the weight on her shoulders remained, his hand dangling over her shoulder, he lessened the impact from the heft that slowed their steps.
Harry cleared his throat with a rumble, his gaze drifting from hers as he faced forward. "That's good, y'should go home and sleep. 'S supposed to start getting a little crazy soon, and I don't want y'getting sick or feeling unwell while you're running around for me."
(Y/N)'s lashes fluttered in a series of blinks. When had everything around Harry turned into a blur with him being the only steady focal point?
"Right," she agreed, only half processing his words though she knew it wasn't exactly the response she had been anticipating. She had sworn she saw him look at her lips.
Now at the doorstep of his trailer, Harry's last stop for the day to get out of costume before going home, (Y/N) had never wanted to stay at work this badly before. She didn't care about the rest he had suggested for her, she would much rather see if she had really caught him looking at her mouth, or if she just just falling victim to the whims of her heart.
"But, I'll see you in the morning, right?" Harry said with an air of finality, his arm falling from her shoulders as he turned to face her with the trailer behind him.
"Of course," she nodded her head, a bright smile worming its way on her lips out of habit, "Bright and early."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Harry murmured, a quiet smile on his lips that felt a lot more intimate than should be fair in the middle of a crowded studio lot, "You're m'favorite to see first thing in the morning, you know that?"
A conflict arose as (Y/N) realized that she didn't know if she wanted to smile at him, or allow her mouth to gape in awe of what he had just shared with her. No, she hadn't known that, but now (Y/N) was sure she wasn't ever going to forget that, even if just for a small amount of time, she had been Harry's favorite person to see first thing in the morning.
He must have been able to catch onto her floundering, as Harry only giving her a lopsided grin, a single dimple winking to her in the fading sunlight. "You're cute, (Y/N)," he said, obviously on a mission to kill her with a heart attack, "Let me know when y'get home safe, yeah?"
A soft yeah fell from (Y/N)'s lips as she managed to nod at him. With one more shake of his head, Harry backed into his trailer.
She'd never been more ready to go back to work, her time at home suddenly seeming like a burden when all she wanted was to be behind that door with him.
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With only a couple weeks left of filming, (Y/N) didn't want to squander any remaining time she had with Harry. That's why she didn't hesitate before running off to craft services and picking up their lunches as Harry finished off the scene they had taken all morning to shoot and get just the way the director envisioned it. She practically skipped all the way back to his trailer, her smile bright as she passed by fellow crew members and production assistants.
Carefully juggling the pair of plates in her hands, she scaled the stairs to his trailer and plucked open the door. (Y/N) practically jumped in her spot when she heard his deep voice filter through the small space, the same voice she only heard him use when he was in character and on set. She didn't know he was practicing lines for his lunch break today.
As she carefully crept in, (Y/N) held an apologetic smile as she continued her cautious balancing act with their food. "Sorry, I didn't know you were running lines today, I ca—"
"What?"
Harry's question brought (Y/N)'s eyes up from the plates, finding him sat on the sofa by himself with his script in hand.
"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, now feeling especially silly after having walked in like she did, "I thought you were running lines with someone, sorry." She ended with a huff of a laugh, moving to pass Harry's lunch off to him instead of leaving it on the vanity.
"No," Harry smiled with a shake of his head, "'M jus' running it with myself. I've got this big monologue we're shooting on Friday that's been tripping me up, so 'm trying to get it down before then."
(Y/N) sat down in her designated corner of the couch, her brows raising as she listened to him. "What's the scene about?"
The script showed signs of wear as Harry placed it on the arm of the couch, folds on the corners of the pages as well as rips in the paper. It was obvious he had been trying to get this down for a while now, though (Y/N) couldn't figure out when he had the time since she was with him more often than not when he wasn't in front of the camera.
With his eyes trained on the plate in his lap and brows pinched in a furrow, Harry pursed his lips before speaking. "'S the big love confession between mine and Vic's characters, after I find her in the basement," he mused, "But I can't get it right. None of it feels real, not like when I've read for the other scenes."
"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, eyes falling to the script on the other side of the couch, "Do you mind if I read it over? You can show me where you're hitting that wall, and I'll see if I can help."
Harry nodded his head, passing the staple bound pages to her. Thumbing through the pages, he brought her to the monologue he was referencing. "'S this part right here," he mumbled, unpainted fingernail pausing at a large paragraph of dialogue with Harry's character's name typed off to the side.
Scanning over it, (Y/N) read the confession with wide eyes. Even though she was a part of production, on high profile movies like this, often times, she and other crew weren't cleared to know the ins and outs of the film just to preserve the mystery around the scenes and lessen the chances of any leaks. This was the first real peek she was gaining into how the movie would all tie together, even with the few moments she's been able to watch behind the camera line.
God, she though, she couldn't wait until she got to see this all on the big screen.
Just the idea of Harry uttering these words, the sound of his rough, in-character voice, wrapping around the monologue made her mouth run dry.
"And-um-what part were you having trouble at?" she floundered, aware of the dazed quality to her voice as she tried to shake the echo of his voice from her head.
Swallowing the bite of food in his mouth, Harry pointed to a specific line, "This one. 'M supposed to be angry, in a way, at how much I love her. 'S supposed to be some kind of revelation that I've been doing all these things because I love her and not for myself."
(Y/N) had to hold back the lame sounding "oh" that threatened to fall from her lips. To save herself from a loose-lipped response, she looked to the script in her hands, tearing her gaze from Harry across from her. She read over the paragraph again, adding in the cues she learned from him, a frustrated undercurrent working its way under the confession inked on the pages.
She could see how it might be hard to execute out loud, the words needing to come together with the right pacing while allowing for the drama of the moment to sink in for both the audience and Victoria's character. Maybe he needed that energy to play off of, another in the room with him to react off of, to make it all feel real for him.
Knowing that Victoria was busy with other scenes not including Harry, (Y/N) allowed a wild hare of an idea to skitter through her mind.
They did have another hour and a half before he was needed again...
"I'm not any good or anything, but if you wanted to run your lines again with me just so you can have someone to play off of, I don't mind helping."
The offer ended in a lilt of (Y/N)'s voice, a question that he had every right to turn down if he would rather work alone.
"Really?"
The perky tone that held up Harry's voice caused (Y/N) to look up from the script. She found him gazing at her with a brightness in his eyes and brows raised. He looked excited.
"Yeah, if you want. I'm not Vic or anything, but I think I've been on enough sets to get the gist of it." (Y/N) worked her bottom lip between the blunt of her teeth, a fresh set of nerves touching at her.
A small smile bloomed on the corners of Harry's mouth, "Yeah, I'd like that. Thank you, (Y/N)." When she made a move to pass the script back to him, a proposal that they could read off the same page together forming on her tongue, Harry stopped her with a shake of his head and a melted hand pushing the pages back to her. "I can remember, y'keep it."
Their lunches were long forgotten, (Y/N) moving them to Harry's vanity where they sat half-eaten as Harry pointed out the section he wanted her to start at. Then, he settled into his cushion across the couch from her. Harry sat with his elbows on his knees, his entire body angled towards her with his head inclined her direction, chin up and expecting.
She felt transparent under his gaze, not a single secret having anywhere left to hide with the lilypads of his irises inspecting each and every single one of her movements.
Was this what is was like to work a scene with him? How anyone was able to keep their head on straight, let alone a scripted facade, she didn't know.
"Um," she floundered sucking in a deep breath, her rattled hands displaying a slight tremor as she scanned the script. "Ready?"
Harry only gave a hum in response, the tone deeper than even the voice he had been using a minutes prior.
A quick muttering of okay fell from (Y/N)'s lips before she started speaking. Using her best Victoria impression, and cues she had picked up while watching so many scenes, (Y/N) recited, "H-How do you know all of this? You're not making any sense, Ha—Keaton."
Ignoring the her stumble over his real name and character's name, Harry continued on from memory, "I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart."
Whether it be the will of his character, or Harry acting on his own free will, (Y/N) couldn't ignore the way his eyes crawled over her face before dropping along the slope of her shoulder and down to the neckline of her top. His breathing was even and paced, nothing to give away that he might be reciprocating any of the buzzing (Y/N) felt beneath her skin.
"You didn't... that wasn't...," (Y/N) swallowed around her tongue like she was really in the dark basement described at the head of the scene, feeling exposed with Harry's eyes acting as the camera. "Keaton, don't tell me that you—"
"They were trying to hurt you, Piper, I saw them. You didn't see what I saw in them, but they weren't good people. Every time you turned your back, I saw them plotting to take something from you and ruin you." Harry ground his teeth, taking cues from his character.
"But, Josh, he didn—"
"Especially Joshua," Harry shot back, cutting off her stuttering, "You didn't see him for what he was, saw what he did when you weren't looking. He was the one taking things from your apartment and making you feel crazy when you noticed. He was the one taking you to all these places without telling you what was waiting in the dark when you got lost. He was the worst of them all, and I couldn't stand back and watch another person hurt you."
"Why would you do that?" she whispered, voice delicate in the space between them. If not for needing to read the script in her hands, (Y/N) never would draw her eyes away from Harry's, this moment sucking her in better than any film could achieve.
"Because, I love you," Harry paused for dramatic effect, his tip of his tongue drawing along the seam of his lips as he examined her, "I've been there every day, watching you be torn down by people who weren't good enough for you, tricked you into trusting them, or even made you love them before they left. I was here every time, on the other side of that wall, hearing you cry and scream and hope for something new. I couldn't hear you cry anymore, sweetheart, I couldn't.
"If you had to go through one more disappointment, one more elevator ride with red eyes, one more day being anything less than perfectly content, I was going to lose my mind. So, I fixed everything. For you." Harry's gaze finally fell from her own, the cage of his eyes freeing her as he dropped to her slightly gaping lips as she listened to him. "I did all of this because I love you. And I would do it again, just to give you even one more happy day."
Silence hung in the air as Harry finished his dialogue. Where he had been struggling, (Y/N) didn't pick up on it for a second. He complained about the moments, the wording, the dialect not coming out naturally and not feeling real, but (Y/N) would love to beg to differ.
If not for the hazy, warm lighting filtering through the clean trailer, (Y/N) would have thought she was in the dingy basement with a corpse shoved in the corner with her partner trying to explain it all away. In this moment, she felt like a prop to hold up Harry's performance, and she couldn't be more enchanted by the man sitting across from her.
Dropping her gaze to the script in hand, realizing just how long she had sat and stared at him, (Y/N) just about froze when she read the next set of directions.
"It says you're supposed to kiss me now." (Y/N) didn't know when she became so breathless, but the squeeze in her lungs was evident in her voice.
"Okay."
In a second, the script in her hand fell to the floor of the trailer and Harry was on her. His hand wrapped around her waist as his mouth sealed itself over her own, the pillows of his lips molding to the curves and dips of her mouth. This wasn't the kind of kiss between their characters instructed by the script, this was Harry and (Y/N). The knowledge allowed for a shot of adrenaline to shudder through (Y/N)'s body.
If not for the instinctual act of fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) would have yearned to know what he looked like when he slipped his mouth over hers and crawled atop her. Instead, she saw him with her hands.
Her first touch came with a fluttering of her palms over his shoulders before settling on the broad stretch of muscle covering his back. She scoured the length of his body under her palm, the ridges and dips of his muscles undeniable. He was completely solid, though it wasn't much of a surprise given the way she got a good view of this when he worked out on set and tucked under t-shirts he wore during breaks in between scenes. Her palms slid up his shoulders before her fingers carded through his hair, the baby curls bordering the hairline twisting around her touch as if they were keening into her. He hovered his weight above her, his hand on her waist and the one behind her on the armrest kept him from falling into her, though (Y/N) swore she could feel every inch of his body.
His breath came in puffs through his nose that fanned out over her skin, unwilling to pull away for something as trivial as breathing. His hand on her waist clenched as (Y/N) snuck the tip of her tongue out and sampled the curve of his mouth, just as she had seen him do not even ten minutes prior. A soft, choked groan wrapped in Harry's voice melted into her lips. She'd bet that if she opened her eyes in that moment, the dark brows that hovered over the cage of his eyes would be drawn into a pinch, as if he were concentrating on what it felt to finally have her.
"(Y/N)..." Harry murmured against her mouth, drawing away just enough to get the syllables out before he melted into her kiss again.
At the sound of her name floating on the grit of Harry's tone and the breath from his lungs that she was stealing as her own, (Y/N) adjusted her position underneath him. Her thighs split to accommodate the width of his hips, ankles hooking around his calves as he struggled to keep up the precarious hovering game he was doing instead of sinking into her form.
"(Y/N)," he tried again, more girth to the call now as he pulled away just enough to feel the full of his lips brushing against her mouth, "What are we doing?"
She knew what he was asking, but she wasn't sure she had an answer for him.
As far as (Y/N) knew and felt in her heart, this was the culmination of those threads she'd felt since the second week of filming that strung her to him finally unravelling. The knot she'd felt separating them whenever even the ghost of intimacy floated in their vicinity that stopped them from getting closer—whether the interference came in the form of a nosy crew member came pounding on his trailer door, a call time that made their moments together agonizingly short, or even her awareness that came in the form of a blinking reminder that he was her boss, it always won—came apart in tatters. It left nothing but the liquid velvet of the disintegrating tension to melt over her. She was finally getting what she wanted since the first day she was too aware of the shape of his lips and the light that filled his eyes when she greeted him in the morning with coffee and breakfast.
But that wasn't much of an answer when he tugged at her shirt with wandering hands and inky pupils that gazed lazily into her own from centimeters away.
"Anything you want, that's what we're doing," she settled on. It was safe. He got to call the shots and set the pace. (Y/N) would happily take whatever was given, even if it began and ended on this couch with his lips sealed to her own.
A long moment transpired as Harry gazed at her, unfocused eyes matching her own. A breath she hadn't known he was holding flared out from his nose, fanning over her skin just before he'd had enough of the space and pressed his lips to hers in a hungry kiss.
He seemed to like her answer.
(Y/N) followed his cues as he eased her mouth open with his own, his lips capturing her bottom one between his two with a sighing inhale. She chased after him, wanting to taste her the same way he was getting the privilege to do to her. With her hands in his hair and thighs clamped around his hips, she slipped her tongue out and touched at his mouth.
Something akin to a groan bubbled from Harry's throat, his hand on her waist tensing into something almost considered painful if not for the fact (Y/N) was only registering each of his touches with nothing but pleasure. Using his grip on her, he adjusted her to lay completely beneath him, head propped up by the stiff decorative pillow shoved against the armrest of the sofa.
With his body lain almost totally against her, (Y/N) felt each of his breaths that puffed out his chest before the exhale was felt on her face. The training that he had gone through to be fit for the movie role was blatant as she felt each of the packed muscles of his abdomen against her tummy, his thighs strong and thick between her own.
The hand on (Y/N) waist snuck a trail down her side before the hem of her top was revealed and thus moved out of the way by his greedy fingertips.
"How much time do we have?" he breathed against her lips, peeling away just enough to get his words out and for her to form a response.
Harry had a call time of two this afternoon, and it had been one-oh-five when she found herself on the doorstep of his trailer. "A little more than a half hour, I think."
A pleased smile was felt against her lips, something smug woven into the curl. She would have wanted to see if not for the fact she got to feel it.
"That's enough for me."
(Y/N) all but melted into the cushions at his words. He was going to have her worked over in less than a half hour before he was called back to set to play his Oscar-worthy character, her kiss on his lips. That was enough for her, too.
"Please."
That was (Y/N)'s lame response that garnered a deft reaction from Harry that had her positioned on his lap as he now sat back against the sofa, his lap now a chair for her. His now familiar mouth abandoned her lips—her lungs certainly weren't complaining when she realized how oxygen-deprived she was—and worked a trail down her neck and to the shelf of her collarbones. Though her eyes were closed with her head tipped back, (Y/N) knew that if she dared a glance in the mirror to the left of them, she would no doubt see his swollen lips dotting spit-slicked kisses over her skin that would shine in the small light offered through his windows.
"Still doing what I want, right?" Harry murmured, his words were felt more than they were heard.
"Mhm," (Y/N) hummed though she felt dangerously close to a whimper, "Anything."
"Take off your shirt."
As much as his command was direct and swift, it was equal parts soft and compromising. If she said no, there would be no retribution. Though they were playing the game of whatever Harry wanted, the game would be no fun if she wasn't a willing participant that helped him shape the rules.
Her compliance came in the form of her arms crossing over her torso, before her fingers grasped the hem of her top and pulled it over her head to be dropped to the floor. Harry's hands were warm on her now bare waist, though they still elicited a layer of goosebumps to appear on her skin. Her chest heaving inches from his face was enough to draw Harry's eyes from her features and down the expanse of bare skin that now greeted him like the breakfast she offered every morning.
Dipping his head down, Harry continued his game of planting kisses down her chest until he met the swells of her breasts. The paisley print of her bra no longer felt as silly as it did when she was getting dressed this morning—under his attention, she felt sexy now with the swirls accentuating the roundedness of her chest, the curling tips of the print directing him to the cleavage in the middle and the tips of her breasts that pushed against the minimal padding sown into the garment. Harry followed each of those directions, a contented hum when he reached the line of her cleavage before he sunk his chin in and continued pressing kisses down the obscured valley.
(Y/N)'s breathing came in shuddering inhales, the exhales being nothing of a thought when all she wanted was to catch each molecule of Harry's scent that lingered between them. His kissing was enough to make her feel more scatterbrained than any raging director or uppity producer ever could. His hands on her waist traveled as a team up her sides, tracing the form of her ribcage before landing on the sides of her chest. His thumbs curled into the flimsy straps that kept the garment bound to her form.
"May I?" he mumbled, tips of his fingers tugging at the very curve of the cup before it transformed into the nylon straps.
His brows and eyes posed the question more than his mouth did, words muffled by her own skin.
Her response came in the form of a half formed nod, her consent being compounded by the tightening of her hands in his hair. In a moment, the cups of her bra were tugged down and the full of her breasts were revealed as the garment was trampled under Harry's grip.
He didn't waste any time before he flitted his mouth to follow the swells to the tip of her breast, tucking her nipple between his lips. Her deep inhale pushed her chest further into his face, his hand reaching to cradle her other breast in his palm.
His touch was gentle as he slathered his attention over her form, lips kissing and sucking before flitting to another patch of untended-to skin. By the time he was done, his kisses were commemorated in the form of spit-slicked kiss marks, pinched nipples glinting in the light. Harry continued his affection down the line of her stomach, his hands following before he was stopped at her belly button.
"H-Harry," (Y/N) breathed, her voice a lot more broken than she remembered. Her fingers were cramping in his hair, the grip unsurrendering.
Harry hummed against her skin, a slick sound acting as punctuation as he kissed at her tummy one more time before blinking his eyes open and gazing at her. (Y/N)'s hands fell from his hair, following the curve of his neck before landing on the broad of his shoulders.
The fabric felt offensive under her hands. "I want yours off, too," she whispered, fisting the shoulders of his top in her hands. If she could, she would have instead ripped it apart at the seams so he wouldn't have to part from her skin for even a second.
"Yeah?" he smiled, his voice a grumble against her skin. The green of his eyes was outcast to just a ring around his pupils though something tender lingered in his gaze.
"Uh-huh," she breathed, arching her back under the force of his hands as he slid his palms to the small of her back, "Please."
"What else do you want?" he asked, a teasing lilt to his town that she'd never heard before.
"You," she murmured, "Just you." Something about the fact she was saying it out loud allowed for something like a release to filter through her form. She'd never really said that she wanted him; liked him as more than a colleague, a friend she'd made on set. It was liberating in a way that pressed a weight on the center of her stomach and clenched her insides.
It was true, she did want him. She wanted him so bad, and she didn't care how much longer they had in this cramped trailer. She was going to have him.
With his grip on her waist and a satisfied, lazy grin on his lips, Harry tugged her harshly against his lap. Her hips ground against his own, though his lap had something a lot more substantial situated between his thighs. He directed her with his hands, dragging her over the lump of his cock in lazy strokes she hoped to feel more of with less clothing between.
With her breath caught in her throat, Harry took his opportunity to press his lips to her cheek, her jaw, the space just under her ear. "Y'want me? Want this?" Another teasing drag.
The weight in her stomach grow impossibly tight. She couldn't cum from just this, right?
"I-I do, Harry, please," she keened, "Let me touch you."
It seemed Harry had distracted himself in the process of playing with her, her original request of taking his shirt off becoming lost in the sea of rose-scented lust that was overtaking the small trailer. After a single smudged kiss pressed to the corner of her mouth, Harry pulled away reluctantly.
Much like she had done, Harry tucked his fingers into the neckline of his shirt and tossed it away as soon as the fabric cleared his head, joining hers in a Valentine colored pile—pink and red mashed together in the shape of a lopsided heart. Before he had a chance to paste himself back to her skin, (Y/N) stationed her hands on the set of his shoulders, eyes gleaming as she took in the shape of his body. Her hands mimicked her eyes as they trailed down his chest, blocky muscles defined by the tattoos inked onto the tanned skin. Just the very tips of his swallows were concealed with the help of the makeup team, leaving the rest to be completely and totally Harry.
The blocks of his muscles directed her further and further down, the laurel tattoos on his hips acting as a road map that only enticed her along. His arms reached out to encircle her waist though he didn't stop her expedition, only drawing her closer and subsequently over the hardness between his legs. A trail of hair sprouted in between his pectorals before sparsing out until the return of the down came just underneath his belly button. A thin line of dark, curling hair carried her down the line to the waist of his sweats before the hair and the rest of his skin disappeared.
"Having fun?" Harry teased, the curl of his lips heard before (Y/N) saw it.
"Definitely," she decided on the truth, her voice no louder than a whisper. A flick of her gaze through her lashes let her know Harry was much too busy cataloguing the expressions on her face to make much note of what exactly on his body had her gaze so entranced.
Harry seemed pleased by her words as he cut her off with a tug around the curve of her waist, sticking their bare chests together before he captured her lips with his. This round was nothing but sloppy, lazy kisses that came in quick succession. Harry peeled her lips apart with his own, his tongue peeking inside her mouth before disappearing once more. Before (Y/N) could catch up, he had pulled her away.
"Stand up," he said, another compromising demand.
Making room between his legs, (Y/N) helped her on her bambi-esque unsteady legs before he grabbed for the top of her leggings. The material quickly gave way under his fingers though Harry was slow with his movements until he looked up at her in that questioning way that let her know she had more than one choice in that moment.
Once a small nod was given, Harry stripped her of her leggings in a quick series of tugs that left her to step out of the puddle of fabric at her ankles and a white thong nestled against her modesty.
From his seated position, Harry helped her kick her pants to the Valentines scramble of clothing on the floor before he planted his lips against her skin. The entire waistline of her thong was imprinted with the shape of his lips as he dragged them over her skin. Once he was satisfied on that front, Harry slipped his hands to settle on her hips, palms covering the hem of her underwear as he descended upon her thighs. The curls of his hair tickled her skin, the slightest of touches felt through her panties as he took his time commemorating her skin.
At the feel of his teeth glimpsing her hip, a sharp touch that was quickly soothed by his tongue, (Y/N) let out a wobbly call of his name before planting her hands on his shoulders for balance.
Her eyes had closed without permission, (Y/N) only noticing when she felt Harry heave a sigh before his forehead was felt against her hip bone and his breath fanned out over her freshly kissed skin. Looking down, all she was granted with was a view of the swirling curls on the top of his head, messed up by her own fingers though the memory of the act was hazy.
Chancing a look into the mirror to the side of them, (Y/N) found herself stood on a pair of legs she didn't quite feel in that moment, hips cupped by a hair of hands she'd seen every day for the last month and a half though they looked alien pasted to her skin. Her chest heaved in breaths that were laborious, her bra askew on her form, the twisted straps and mangled cups mimicking that of her hair. But, the real draw was Harry's reflection.
His eyes were closed as he lent his forehead into the soft of her tummy, lashes curling outward as if they ached to touch her as much as the rest of him did. The straight line of his nose was warped as he whispered something to himself, raspberry lips wrapping around the silent words that (Y/N) only felt the ghost of against her skin. His shoulders were cradled in her own palms, fingertips making small dents in the muscle.
(Y/N) watched in the reflection as a decision seemed to be made in split second, Harry's hands abandoning her hips as they rounded her body and landed on the back of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the crease just under her ass.
"C'mere," he grumbled, tugging her with his new vantage points on her thighs.
She broke her gaze from the mirror, instead opting to look at the real thing. Harry's jaw looked especially sharp with the way he looked up at her before she dropped into his lap, the middle of her panties situated directly over the bulge in his sweats. His hands disappeared from her form though she was quickly distracted by his swollen mouth that was now sealed over her own.
"I wish I could take m'time with you, (Y/N)," he murmured into the kiss, a brush of his knuckles felt along her inner thigh, "And I will next time, darling, I promise. But, we don't have lots of time, do we? Gotta make y'cum before I go back out there."
The promise of a next time rattled her so much that she almost missed the petname that drawled from his lips, the first time she had heard him call her anything other than her own name.
(Y/N)'s back bowed as she curled into him, cutting off his kiss as she cushioned her head in the crook of his shoulder. His chest became her safe space as she keened into him. "I want you, anything you'll give me. Please, H."
It was when her lips brushed against his neck as she spoke that she realized just how close she was to the thrumming of his pulse. Pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot, she reveled in the fact his heart was racing just like her own. That knot she had blamed as the entity separating them now became a velvet bow that wrapped around her and tethered them together.
"Gotta do something for me then," he murmured, his own head dipping down and pressing a chaste kiss to her available shoulder, "Can y'reach my bag behind you?"
"Hm?" she hummed, confusion etching her brows together.
A huff of a laugh flared from his nostrils and over her exposed skin. When had it gotten so hot in here? Her skin was on fire and his breath chilled the sheen of sweat that covered her.
"I've got a condom in m'bag, I just need y'to grab it for me," Harry explained, a tint of amusement in his voice.
(Y/N) let out a small oh, at his words. Unfurling herself from his form was enough of a task that she didn't know if she was going to be able to reach away from him towards the duffle that laid behind her. But, if she had any hope of getting even closer to him, she was going to have to do it.
With Harry bracing the small of her back with his palms, she reached towards the army green duffle he lugged to set every day. Her fingers caught on the strap before she hauled it over to him. One arm of his wrapped around her waist, securing her to his lap while the other made quick work of unzipping the clasp.
"Do you always keep condoms in here?" (Y/N) asked, watching as he knew exactly which pocket to unzip before a square of foil was in hand.
A lopsided smile took him on his lips as he looked at her through his lashes. As quick as he had it, Harry tossed his duffle back to the floor, adding to the mess of his trailer. "Not until the day y'played with my hair and almost kissed me in here."
An astonished laugh made it way through (Y/N)'s throat. "And that was enough to make you think we were going to have sex?"
A half shrug was offered. "I think I was hoping more than anything. Worked out jus' fine in m'opinion."
She couldn't really argue with that.
Not much else was to be said when (Y/N) felt a brush of Harry's fingers between her thighs with the edge of the condom wrapper tickling the sensitive skin. When she glance between them, she found Harry had tugged the waist of his sweats down before pulling his cock out. Any kind of underwear line was missing. The whole time they had been reading lines and kissing and doing anything to get closer, he hadn't had a single thing on under his pants. The thought made (Y/N) sweat.
His hand wrapped around the thick of his shaft, the mushroom head glazed in a layer of precum that shone in the light. Harry groaned at the contact, a deep noise that both relaxed his shoulders while also winding the muscles in his forearms tight. (Y/N) did her best to guess what it was going to feel like when he sunk himself inside her, but she only managed to further soak her panties when she realized that just as they sat, the head of him reached just below her belly button.
As much as she could tell he was pandering for any kind of release of the pressure bunching his stomach, Harry didn't waste time as he rolled the condom over his length. Only a cursory stroke of his fist was granted to ensure the rubber fit him as needed.
"Hold your panties to the side for me, darling," Harry instructed, a compromise in his eyes.
No compromise was needed as (Y/N) readily plucked the soaked middle of her panties to the side, exposing her wetness to the warmth of Harry's gaze and beams of peaking sunlight. His arm on her back stiffened, a gentle tug that drew her closer. Something that sounded like a curse fell from his lips, but (Y/N) couldn't process much after she felt the first bump of his head against her clit.
"Oh, m—" (Y/N) choked, her exclamation ceasing when Harry's lips made contact with her own.
"Shhh, shhh," he hushed her, his hand an unrelenting weight that positioned her perfectly over his cock, "I know, but we've got to be quiet. Only have a little more time with you, don't I? Don't want anyone snooping around and cutting this short, right?"
"Right, right," she nodded, feeling something close to panic at the thought of another Meredith stripping of her this moment, "Sorry, I'll be quiet."
A pleased smile was felt against her lips. "Not too quiet. I need to know 'm doing good, still."
She could do that, she figured, she could definitely let him know how good she was feeling and that she was already planning the next time he offered. Harry smiled when she told him as much (minus the next time mention, she didn't want to get too ahead of herself though she was sure that idea ran away the send she let her winged heart out of its cage).
"Ready?" Harry prompted, his arm around her waist falling to land his hand on her hip in a steadying grip she hoped would leave bruises on her skin.
"Uh-huh," she breathed, nodding her head, wild tendrils of hair fluttering at the motion.
"Hang onto me, darling," he murmured, waiting until her arms were comfortably wrapped around his neck before he tugged her down with his gentle grip.
The head of his cock nudged at her opening, her slickness kissing at him and clinging to him. A shaky breath was exhaled through Harry's nose, enough to flare his nostrils and make (Y/N)'s thighs clench. She moved with him despite the fact the weight in her stomach wound her muscles even tighter the closer she drew to his form.
She was stretched around the girth of his head before she felt him clear her entrance with a tight pop, the ridges of her walls sucking him in the more of his length her fed to her. A breathless call of his name fell from (Y/N)'s lips, a shameless whine that she hoped let him know how good this was for her already.
"Relax, darling, relax," he coaxed through gritted teeth, his grip on her hips demanding. His now free hand came up to flutter around the small of her back, bracing her as she sunk lower and lower onto his prick. "Shit, (Y/N)."
Harry's head fell to her shoulder once he bottomed out, (Y/N) seated on his lap with nothing separating them. He sucked in deep breathes before they were exhaled against her skin, his curls tickling her neck.
She hadn't meant to, but (Y/N) felt her walls flutter around him the longer he sat unmoving, a silent call to please, do something. Another round of curses with her name tucked between was smeared over her skin before one of the hands stationed on her waist slipped lower and found the apex of her slit and the small pearl tucked between her folds.
"Bounce on me, darling," Harry murmured to her, "I'll help, jus'—jus' need to see y'do it for me first."
The first brush of his thumb over her clit jolted (Y/N) enough to kickstart her rhythm. With her back arched and panties to the side, she used the tense of her muscles to her advantage and rocked herself over his cock. Tentative lifts of her hips were integrated once she became used to his size, used to the nudging deep in her stomach, pulling him a little more than halfway out before she dropped back down and swallowed him whole. Every time she sunk down, Harry made an accompanying brush of his thumb over her clit, a reward for being so strong for him and riding him like he asked.
His head nudged far at the back of her walls, the veins brushing her ridges as if to emulate the grazing of his thumb on her clit, pushing for more and more of her breathless, quiet moans to spill from her mouth. The pulsing of his cock could be felt inside her, echoing against her snugness in its own tease. An area she had only ever reached in her own lonely sessions in bed, was taken hostage of with the help of his thickness brushing her walls in unrelenting runs. Each bounce of her hips allowed another graze of his tip against her g-spot, shudders wracking through her body every time.
They played this game a while longer with Harry pressing kisses to her chest and neck before he paused to look at where he was entering her. (Y/N) kept her promise and tried to stay quiet, but every once in a while, a call of his name was loud enough to warrant a shushing from her lover before he pulled her in for a silencing kiss.
"K-Keep going, darling," he told her, his grip on her hip intensifying just like the weight in her stomach, "I'll help in a second, jus'—jus' want y'to get close like me first."
It was then that (Y/N) chanced a look at him, the mention of him being close, enough to wrench her eyes open from where she had her head thrown back towards the ceiling. As promised, he showed all the signs that she felt in her own body. His abdomen was pulled taut, muscles straining in his arms with tendons and veins making appearances in the same moment she felt his fingers flex around her form. His face was flush with a red blush, a dewy sheen over his cheeks. Hair and makeup was going to have a fit when they saw him after this.
Underneath her, Harry's hips jerked and thrusted upwards. "Told y'to keep going, darling," Harry grumbled, throwing his head back to loll over the couch cushions, "Don't stop now. Can feel y'getting there, right?"
In her haze of examining him, (Y/N) hadn't realized she stopped her bouncing to only give him rolls of her hips. Resuming her pace, she felt the assistance of his hand on her waist lifting her before the snap of his hips meet her halfway. All the while, tight circles were traced onto her clit in strokes that made her thoughts make less and less sense.
"S-Sorry," she stuttered, "You're just so-so—I couldn't stop look-king at you. Don't want to forget this."
"Not gonna give you a chance to, darling," Harry murmured, rushing forward and planting kisses along the line of her jaw, "Gonna do this again and again, y'won't have enough time to forget. Next time, 'm gonna have hours to make y'feel good. Gonna—fuck—Gonna have y'in a real bed yelling m'name as loud as y'want. Never gonna forget me."
(Y/N)'s hands on his shoulders didn't do much in the way of steadying her anymore now that she had his promises lingering in her head. She wasn't going to last much longer; not with the thrusting of his hips, the touching to her clit, and the words murmured into her skin. She wasn't going to be able to fend off the weight in her tummy anymore.
"H-Harry, Harry," she stuttered, his name making more sense than anything else in her head, "I'm gonna cum—oh my god."
"Give me one more kiss, darling, c'mere. That's all I need," he shuddered, his hips lagging for just a second before picking up the pace, "then I want you to cum with me."
Her hands on his shoulders made quick work of landing on his cheeks, jaw cupped in her palms. Tipping her chin, (Y/N) pressed her lips to his in the dance they now had down like second-nature. Though it was her turn to get a taste, no longer following after him in a chase before he cut the game short. The bounce of her hips and the snaps of his own under her didn't lend to the most stable kiss in history, but (Y/N) still managed to slip her tongue past the defenses of his mouth the touch over his own. He played with her then, responding to her call with gusto.
Harry's hand on her hip tightened, his thumb on her clit now working at a lightning pace. "Cum with me, darling. Need to feel y'cum around me; give me what I want."
This demand didn't sound as comprising as the ones in the past. He wanted her to stick to her word and do anything he wanted right now, and he wanted her to cum.
So, she did.
(Y/N) felt her form crumble under the force of the unraveling weight in her stomach. Her body felt wound unbelievably tight despite the fact she'd never felt more relaxed than in that moment, ease lapping over her in waves that were Harry scented. His touch was the only thing that kept her grounded; his hips between her thighs, his cock snug inside her, unrelenting hand on her hip and thumb on her clit, all the while his mouth was sealed to hers. Her body clenched and released around him, drawing him deeper and deeper despite the fact there wasn't much else Harry could go.
But, that seemed to be enough to set Harry's own release off. Warmth filled her through the condom as his form shook under her. It was him who cut off the kiss though he only managed to get far enough away to tuck his face into her neck and smatter soft kisses to the skin in between coos of her name and whispers of curses. All the while he held her.
Once the squeeze in her lungs lessened and (Y/N) realized just how much like jelly her legs felt, she curled into his form. Aftershocks came in the form of half shudders down her spine and teasing clenches of her pussy around his softening cock.
"Harry?"
"Give me a minute." His voice was a breathless grumble, the baritone vibrating her skin more than she heard him.
She unfurled in that moment she gave him, her arched back relaxing before she slumped into Harry. Her arms slipped down his form until she hit his middle. She wrapped him in a hug, their bare skin pressed against one another. Harry mimicked her movements, abandoning her hip and between her legs to loop his arms around her waist and keep her close to his chest.
God, she hoped they really got a next time. If not for the mind-hazing, vision-robbing, lung-squeezing orgasm, then for this.
Out of nowhere, (Y/N) felt a huff of a laugh exhaled into her neck. Then another. And another. Before long, Harry was laughing with a smile pressed into her skin, sounding just as exhausted as she felt.
"I can't believe we did that. And before anyone's had to come looking for us," he mumbled, the tip of his nose wiggling against the curve of her throat.
Had everything that transpired really taken less than forty-five minutes to get her here?
The thought made (Y/N) laugh, too.
"Or, everyone saw your trailer shaking and though they'd come back another time," (Y/N) offered, drawing back just enough to indulge herself in the sight of his dimples and soft-lipped smile, "If that's the case, then we're fucked."
"Yeah, we are fucked." Harry laughed even harder, dropping his head to her bare shoulder.
With the help of his huffed laughter, a set of goosebumps broke out across (Y/N)'s skin, a tickling shudder working down her spine.
After pressing a delicate kiss to her skin, Harry reached blindly behind him and grabbed for the blanket hanging off the back of his sofa. The same one that had been draped over him the day she played with his hair and Harry decided there could be something more between them.
"You're cold," he mumbled as he wrapped the cover around he two of them, (Y/N) still situated on his lap and his cock soft inside her.
"Thank you," she said, snuggling deeper into his hold as they shared the warmth of the blanket.
(Y/N) closed her eyes as she finally relaxed into him, the panic of lust no longer taking from the fact that holding and being held by him was enough. Her hand that had been splayed over his back rounded to his front where (Y/N) stroked over his heated skin in what she hoped was soothing runs over his skin.
She only made a few passes before her hand was captured in Harry's. He brought it to his mouth, a tender kiss pressed to the knuckles before he brushed them over his cheek.
"Would y'want to go to dinner with me Friday?"
She hoped he could feel the smile stretching across her face as her cheek pressed into his chest. "I'd love to."
That velvet bow that bound them together tightened in that moment, the ribbon thicker than even the real blanket draped over their forms. (Y/N) didn't know how much time they had left before someone would come looking for them, but she was happy this was how she was going to spend those last minutes with Harry before venturing into the real world.
"I really lucked out with you, didn't I?"
His voice wasn't much more than a whisper but (Y/N) heard it like a shout.
As she sunk into his hold, (Y/N) didn't know which was more gratifying: the affectionate words that now dripped over her in a new context, or the knowledge that there was forever going to be a movie out there crediting her as his assistant?
He was right in that she'd never forget him.
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just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx
✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.
You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.
You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.
Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.
“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.
“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.
“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”
You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”
Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.
“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.
Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.
“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.
“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.
Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”
He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).
Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.
When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.
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“So I just…. Suck?” Her eyes looked at him skeptically. In her hand was his length, hot and heavy in her palm. Twitching in interest as her gaze flitted between his cock and his eyes.
When she had asked for his help with something, Harry had not imagined this. Not in the slightest. Asking him if it was cool if she helped him figure out how to do some of the sexual shit with someone he trusted before she checked off ‘one night stand’ from the bucket list. It was a bit out of left field if you asked him, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to deny her.
He had a really hard time telling her no. Ever.
“Well… you can, but there can be more to it than that.” He chuckled, lightly brushing his fingers over her hair. “You got t’tease, usually. I mean, you can just go for it. It’ll still feel great. And you’ve got a good mouth for it.” Oops. Hadn’t meant to say that, but he swiftly moved on. “But if you just… kiss on it a bit. Lick. Explore. It fluffs up the ego. Can’t lie- even just how you reacted to my dick made me feel great.”
She had cursed, eyes wide as she had taken him into her hand. Looking over it in awe and telling him she had no clue how the fuck it would fit in her mouth, Y/N was so stupidly sexy and didn’t have a clue just how hot it was. Just her smaller hand wrapped around him and seeing her on her knees between his spread thighs was wank bank material.
“Hm.” She hummed, looking over him. “It’s good when it’s wet, right?”
Harry could feel her warm breath puffing out over him, a bit distracted from that. Even just feeling her hand wrapped around him was something that had him feeling weak. At his nod, she simply pulled back, spitting right over the head of his cock and letting her hand begin to smear it over the length with the hand around it. Harry couldn’t help the groan that left his mouth, swallowing thickly as he watched her spit coat his cock in a thin layers.
“That’s one way to do it.” He mumbled. “Good. You’ve got the sex eyes down.” She really did. The mix of her stroking him slowly with her wet hand and her hot gaze, he felt a bit out of sorts. Usually he was the one who teased her but now, the tables had turned.
“Wasn’t even trying.” She sighed, scooting closer between his legs. “And I suck now?” The tilt of her head with her genuine interest went straight to his stomach, making his cock twitch in her hand. The eye contact she kept with him was hot but also unnerving, his hand gently pushing the hair a bit tighter into his hand so he could help if need be.
“Mhm. Just watch the teeth. Don’t take too much. Just… gentle. I’ll tell you how you’re doing.” He rasped, watching as she broke the eye contact and looked down to the leaking tip. There wasn’t any other hesitation as she brushed her tongue along it. The hot muscle running over the sensitive bit made him exhale sharply, a soft hum leaving her mouth as she decided it didn’t taste too bad. “Can just suck on the tip a bit, if you’d like. It won’t be too hard.”
“Easy for you to say.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re massive.” It was a bit intimidating but equally as impressive to her, leaning forward and carefully taking the head into her mouth. Leading with her tongue cushioning the underside, she exhaled through her nose as she wrapped her lips around it and suckled just a bit. It wasn’t too bad, but she found herself getting more excited as she took a bit more in.
Harry’s reaction was part of it. Leaning his head back against the couch, the sight tightening of his fist. The twitch of him in her mouth as she took her time, slowly sucking and licking over him. It was hot. Seeing his jaw clenched and his other hand white knuckling the pillow, she knew she had to be doing something right.
“There we go. That’s it.” He praised. His tone has dropped a bit more to the type he had when he was freshly woken up, eyes lulling a bit as she began to experiment a bit. “You’re doin’ amazing, love. Such a fast learner. Should have known.” His gaze was locked on her lips stretched around him, pushing down a bit and pulling back up as she got used to him.
He could have cried when she pulled off, strings of her spit connecting her swelling bottom lip with his dick. “What else can I do? What do you like?” She continued the lazy strokes, not moving her mouth too far from him. “Is it like the porn? Do I just take it in my throat? I don’t want to get or anything.” A slight furrow in her brow was soothed when his hand unfurled from the pillow and came to stroke her brow. She was adorable for this, and if he wasn’t so horny, he would coo.
“No, no. Feels great when you’re able to get me in your throat but I’d never expect that from a first time.” He didn’t like the idea of anyone just shoving themselves down her throat. “You can do a lot with how much you’re taking now. I… I like it wet.” He didn’t know why he felt a bit shy admitting that. “Messy. I think the hottest thing is when they enjoy it too. Don’t care about being prim and proper. Some people aren’t into giving it like that, and that’s alright but… I don’t think any man is going to turn away a blowie like that.”
Y/N was up for the challenge, it seemed.
Harry had to compliment her ability to take notes. As much as he likes her eagerness- part of him was a bit nervous he wouldn’t last. She spit over the length of him again, slicking him up and pressing him back into her mouth with a hum. The whole thing has caught him off guard- just as much as her asking him to help her out and teach him.
The quick learner she was, it took little time for her to adjust. There was a slight moment where he has to remind her of her teeth, but she took it in stride. Simply adjusting and continuing, watching his reactions as she found herself enjoying it. It was the knowledge that she was the one making him moan. Hearing the hitch in his breath, letting him adjust her by her hair, it was something she hadn’t anticipated liking nearly as much as she did. And it showed.
“Fuck me.” He groaned, relishing in the feeling of the hot mouth sucking him in and the hand stroking him up and down. “Don’t know what the hell you were worried about. You’re doin’ so fucking good.” The words slurred, lost in the sound of the slick click of her hand stroking him in time with her mouth. “You’re so good. Gonna make me cum soon.”
His mouth held back a lot. He didn’t want to make it weird because hell, this was his friend, but just her true want to do it and determination to find the best way to please him outsold some of the other blowies he had gotten in his life. Her focus was his pleasure and getting his praise, his feedback. Somehow it made it hotter than a lot of other things. Her trust in him, too. She trusted him to do this.
“So I’m good at this, then?” She popped off for a moment, licking over the slit. “Won’t seem… clueless? I want to go for sexy. Is one time enough?” The question made him throb. The prospect of getting her mouth again? He would never turn that down.
“As long as you do what I show you… but maybe we should practice a few more times. If that’s you want, darling. You’ve got a sweet mouth already. I’d be honored to show you more.”
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harry is y/n's boss, and he's also a super rich ceo :)
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Y/N never planned on becoming a personal assistant.
In fact, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with her life. College was enlightening because she was having a good time learning a little bit of everything, but it was almost…too much. How was she supposed to settle on just one career when the world was filled with so many different opportunities?
So while working as a personal assistant was never a part of her life’s plans, the older Y/N got the more she realized that life is funny sometimes and try as she might, it’s impossible to plan for everything. Besides, working as a personal assistant for an extremely successful (and surprisingly kind) CEO did have its perks. The pay, for starters, was better than anything she would’ve earned anywhere else working three times as hard, and not to mention the flexibility he allowed her was unheard of.
Thus, Y/N earned extra money working for Mr. Harry Styles when she wasn’t busy with class or school work, and in return, he paid her fairly and treated her with graciousness - he even bought her dinner sometimes and ate it with her late at night in his office when they were spending time combing through files and reviewing reports. He was a fair boss and always understanding whenever she told him she had more work than anticipated and wouldn’t be able to go in to help that day. According to Harry, she was a student first, and an assistant second, so he never pressured her to put the company above her studies.
Being Mr. Styles' personal assistant involved lots of calls, setting up meetings, and checking his spreadsheets and productivity reports. Occasionally she'd do the whole “run-and-get-his-coffee” thing, but that didn't happen often - and when he did, he always made sure to buy for Y/N as well.
“Miss Y/L/N? Could you come to my office when you get a free moment, please?”
The sound of Harry’s voice crackles through the intercom in Y/N’s tiny space, a room adjoining his own office. Additionally, it functioned as a waiting room of sorts when people were meeting with the boss. Y/N enjoyed surveying the expressions on her co-workers' faces whenever they met with Mr. Styles. Everyone always seemed so nervous and Y/N couldn’t figure out why. Was he not as nice to everyone else as he was to her?
“Sure thing,” she holds down on the button beside the speaker as she relays her response. “Is there anything I can bring you beforehand?” The button is released as she awaits his answer. It comes immediately.
“That’s alright, Y/N. I just need your help reviewing something. Won’t take long.”
Y/N ignores the flutter she feels in her tummy when Harry calls her by her first name. He didn’t do it often but sometimes he did, and she couldn’t deny she liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue.
“Be right there, Mr. Styles.”
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“Do these numbers look…odd to you?”
Y/N leans forward in her seat across from Harry as he turns his large monitor screen to face her. She’s faced with a busy spreadsheet filled with numbers, and a confused expression quickly overcomes her features.
“What numbers am I looking at, sir?” Y/N can’t help the heat that begins to flood her face. “‘M not too familiar with Excel…know I probably should be seeing that I’m an assistant and all that but-”
“It’s fine,” Harry cuts her off with a small smile on his face. “It’s a busy document. I could’ve been more clear - I was referring to the bolded numbers. They’re smaller than last month’s, do you agree?”
With her attention now directed to the right part of the document, Y/N examines the numbers as she tries to think back to last month’s revenue. While it differed, she didn’t think it was significant. Then again, she wasn’t the one running a multimillion-dollar company.
“I see how there’s a bit of discrepancy. I can double-check and look through all of the documents to ensure everything has been accounted for if you’d like, sir.” Y/N watches as her boss’s shoulders noticeably slump in relief.
“Could you do that?” His tone is hopeful, eager. “I mean, do you have the time? I’m already running late to a meeting that I sent the Zoom link for, gotta hop on and get a handle on that…”
For the first time since Y/N began working for Mr. Styles, she senses that he’s overwhelmed. He’s usually so calm and carefree, much more carefree than she imagines she would be with such big responsibilities, but right now he seems…tense. Upset.
“I just need to get a confirmation for that event you’re speaking at next week and then I can do it.”
“I owe you dinner. Thank you, Miss Y/L/N,” he gives her a pointed look. “I’ll share the spreadsheet and documents from the previous and current months with you, and you can let me know if I missed anything.”
Even though Harry’s bought her dinner more times than she can even count before, something feels different about the way he says it this time. She has to look down so he doesn’t see the sheepish look on her face.
“I’ll be right next door if you need me.”
Harry grins. “I know.”
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As it turns out, Harry did make a mistake.
It wasn’t a big deal and easily fixable but man was he grateful to her. No one made Y/N feel smarter and more appreciative of her being there than Mr. Styles.
“That’s great, really,” Harry tells her for at least the third time in ten minutes. “I would’ve never caught that. Never! ‘M not ashamed to admit a second set of eyes is always helpful - at least for me.”
Y/N looks down to hide her timidness. She loves praise, but it still makes her shy! “Well, thank you, Mr. Styles. I know you have like, actual people for this…” she pauses as she shifts from foot to foot. “But if you ever just want me to take a quick peek ‘cause I’m right next door, I don’t mind.”
Harry gives Y/N a look she can't quite discern before speaking again. “I think I'll be taking you up on that. Why don't you take the rest of the day off? Already helped me out so much today, don't you still have that project you need to finish up for your class?”
“Are you sure?” She gives her boss a puzzled look. “I have, like, a ton of work left to do here.”
“Someone else can do it,” he flashes her a warm, dimpled smile. “It's fine, Miss Y/L/N. School first, remember what I always say.”
Y/N ignores the sensation she feels in her belly from Harry’s stern tone of voice. “Yes sir. I….thank you. I appreciate it. I can make up the time and stay later tomorrow-”
“That won’t be necessary,” Harry straightens a stack of papers on his desk. “Same time tomorrow, or will you be coming in a bit later?”
“Can I let you know tomorrow? It depends on how much of my project I finish tonight.”
“That works. Please get home safe, Miss Y/L/N. Try and enjoy the rest of your day.”
“Thank you,” Y/N quietly responds. When she turns to exit his office, she hesitates before turning back to him. “Are you gonna leave soon too?” She hoped she wasn't overstepping by asking.
Harry lets out a quiet laugh. “Hopefully. I have one more meeting, and have to make sure everything is ready for a deal we're closing on tomorrow.”
“Okay…well, see you tomorrow,” she pauses before quickly adding. “I hope your night doesn't run too late.”
“Me too. Thanks, Y/N.”
Harry looks back down at his work, and Y/N takes that as her cue to leave. She gently shuts the door behind her and lets out a breath she didn't even realize she was holding once back in the privacy of her own office. Y/N felt so flustered! The fact that Harry was allowing her to leave early so she could finish her homework didn't surprise her - it wasn't the first time he did it, and it wouldn't be the last. She was mainly just surprised Harry even remembered she had a project! Y/N mentioned it to him once briefly last week when she first had assigned it and said nothing else about it. To know that he remembered and was concerned about her finishing it on time made her feel…cared for.
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Y/N is drowning.
As it would turn out, her project was turning out to be a lot more time-consuming than she initially anticipated. She had to write a research essay and create an infographic to supplement it, and she was still stuck on the research part! She’d been working on it for hours– ever since she finished class at 10 am, but now the time was after 1 pm and she needed to be to work in an hour. Even though Harry always told her school came first, she wanted to be a good employee for him! She already left work early yesterday - she couldn’t skip out on her shift. Y/N realized she was an…untraditional employee, and she didn’t want to be fired so Harry could have an assistant with more availability. He always told her he appreciated her help whenever she gave it, but she still couldn’t help feeling like she didn’t do enough. She flings those thoughts to the side as she refocuses her attention on her work.
Y/N falls so deep down the Google rabbit hole that she doesn’t realize the amount of time that’s passed until her phone is ringing. The name “MR. STYLES” lights up her phone and she curses under her breath as she realizes she was supposed to be at the office nearly 30 minutes ago. She picks up and immediately begins apologizing.
“Mr. Styles! I’m so sorry, I lost track of time because I’m just so overwhelmed with this project and it’s not really going that well but I can be there in twenty minutes, I promise!”
There’s a small pause on the line before Harry replies. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
His answer takes Y/N aback. The last thing she was expecting was for her busy boss to offer up his assistance with a trivial college research project. “But…don’t you have, like, work to do?”
“I always have work to do, Miss Y/L/N,” he answers nonchalantly. “It can wait. I am the boss, after all. Why don’t you come in and let me take a look?”
Y/N’s hesitant, not wanting to bother Harry with something he was so far removed from such as her college assignments, but he was offering, and well…two heads were better than one. So Y/N tells him she’ll be there shortly, thanks him again profusely, and ends the call. She sits unmoving on her couch for a second after hanging up, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling in her tummy. Mr. Styles wanted to help her! With school work! It made her dizzy to think about it for too long. She finally stands to gather her things, trying to stick to her promise of arriving as quickly as possible–Y/N figures she’s already kept him waiting long enough.
She makes it to the office fairly quickly, greeting the front desk staff as she walks through the lobby. Harry’s corner office was located on the very top floor of the 20-story building. It was quite the view. Y/N sets her tote bag down on her desk before taking out her laptop and notebook filled with information pertaining to her project. She takes a deep breath before knocking on the door connecting her office with Harry’s. He lets out a quick, “Come in!” to which Y/N complies, letting herself in.
Harry looks up from his computer once she enters the room, his hard gaze immediately softening. “Oh, Y/N. You look so tense. Come sit, let me see what we’re working with.”
“I’ve got a bulk of the research done,” Y/N mutters quietly as she pulls back the chair from his desk. “I’m just having a tricky time organizing my thoughts.” She slides her open notebook across the table at him, watching anxiously as he reads over her tiny scrawl. After reading over her work in silence for a couple of minutes, he clears his throat and speaks.
“Is it just me, or have school assignments become enormously mundane?” his brow furrows in confusion. “A research paper and an infographic? Bit of an overkill, hm?”
“That’s what I said,” Y/N shakes her head in disgust. “Everything on my infographic is coming straight from my paper, anyway!”
“How about I start making an outline for your paper?” He looks down at the notebook again. “I think I can see where you're going with this. ‘M not very creative though, maybe you can get started on your infographic.”
“You could do that for me?”
“After all you've done for me?” Harry sucks his teeth. “C’mon. I'm no monster, Y/N.” He flashes her a dimpled grin.
“Thank you,” Y/N says for what had to be the hundredth time that day. “Anything helps, Mr. Styles. I owe you one.”
Harry waves his hand dismissively. “None of that. Would you like to work here, or are you going back to your office?”
Y/N looks down at her clammy hands folded in her lap. “If you don't mind, can I stay here? Just so you can ask me questions about my work if you have any?”
“I think that's a wonderful idea,” he tilts his head curiously at her. “Have you eaten today? I was thinking of ordering something. Does Thai sound good?”
“Oh, I had banana pancakes this morning before class,” she bites her lip. “I'm okay.”
“Nonsense. It's already past three,” he opens his desk drawer and pulls out a take-out menu. “This place is great - I'm a regular. Let me know what you'd like. I always get the basil stir fry.”
Y/N wordlessly takes the menu and reviews it for a few moments before settling on a crispy tofu dish. Once their order is called in, Harry locks his phone and places his attention back on Y/N.
“Someone will bring that up to us when it gets here. Let's get started, shall we?”
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Harry’s the first one to break their comfortable silence.
He pushes his glasses up on his nose, clearing his throat. “What do you think about this, Y/N?” He turns his monitor toward Y/N so she can see what he’s doing. He has a neatly organized outline, bullet pointed and everything.
“I think it looks really good,” Y/N says with a nod of her head. “The bullet points look like they’ll be easy to follow. Thank you for your help."
“I like helping you. You help me all the time.” Harry says this so matter-of-fact, as if he were stating the sky was blue. He wordlessly turns back to the document he has open, beginning to type again. They’re interrupted twenty short minutes later by a knock on the door.
“Come in.” Harry calls out curtly. The door opens and in walks someone Y/N recognizes from the accounting department.
“Mr. Styles, I have those reports you needed finished. Would you like to review them?”
“Not now,” he responds immediately. “I’m busy.”
The accountant has a look of what she assumes to be slight annoyance on his face. She wonders if Harry catches it. “I’ve been trying to go over these things with you for nearly a week, sir...it needs to be signed off on and submitted.”
“It’ll have to wait, Mitch.”
Harry’s answers are short, and it’s obvious he’s not in the mood to talk about work. The accountant opens his mouth like he wants to say something else, but stops himself, turning to leave instead. Harry doesn’t seem perturbed at all, but Y/N feels bad! Was Mr. Styles putting off work to help her?
“Okay, sir,” the accountant turns to place his hand on the doorknob. “Perhaps we can review tomorrow?”
“Perhaps.”
The accountant opens his mouth as if he’s going to say something but he decides against it, deciding to just leave instead. After a somewhat awkward silence, Y/N breaks it.
“Thank you for helping me again. I know I keep saying that, but I know you’re really, really busy.”
“Again, I like helping you," he pauses. “Why don’t we call it a night now? I’m sure you’ll do more work when you get home anyway.”
Y/N nods at this and grabs her notebook from in front of Harry, shutting her laptop. "Thank you again."
"Let me walk you out. I'm going that way too."
Y/N walks through the door to her own office and gathers her bag, slipping her laptop inside. She turns around to find Harry standing in the doorway giving her an expectant look.
"Ready?"
They enter the elevator together and Harry presses the first floor button, pressing his back against the wall. Y/N does the same. As the elevator descends to the first floor, Y/N feels Harry’s eyes on her but she doesn’t turn to look at him. Once the elevators open, they exit the elevator and make their way towards the parking lot.
“My car’s on this level,” Y/N tells Harry, exiting the elevator. “Thank you for walking me with me, Mr. Styles.”
“Of course. Same time tomorrow?”
“I’d like that,” Y/N gives Harry a bashful smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Mr. Styles.”
With that, Harry gives her a small grin as the elevator doors are closing. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
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Date Night
Synopsis: One where Harry finally manages to convince his partner on a fancy dinner date
CW: mentions of anxiety, depression and body dysmorphia.
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It was a Friday night, YN had gotten off work early.
Well, to be honest she got nothing done today. Working from home comes with it's own pros and cons.
She liked to stay the weekend at home, buried in her bed. Maybe binge watch some random show on a random OTT site. Or just sleep.
Since the pandemic, YN had fallen into a dark place mentally. She could work from home but she was stuck in country over seas from her family.
She works at the London branch of Columbia Music label, in the marketing department. That's where she met Harry, now her boyfriend of almost two years.
Harry actually slipped her a personal email after a zoom meeting on planning a strategy to market his new album, asking for her number. YN was the team leader of the team who'd work hard on coming onto new ideas, so she had to be present in the meeting, explaining the presentation whilst her foster kitten walk all in front of her camera as she talked.
At first, YN was very sceptical about the e-mail. It was under his name, but it could be anyone. People hack into random zoom meeting all the time now. But again how did he get her e-mail?
So she just deleted that e-mail.
The next session though, he slipped into her private messages asking if she got his email. Of course she gave him his number as he said that he wanted to be involved in the process. She understood, it was his album, he spent days and nights working on it with his friends, he has to have a say in how it's marketed. Well, he partially lied. He just grew a tiny little infatuation on her, he wanted to get to know her.
It was her first project as Team Leader ever. She had just been promoted and it was sort of new to her when corporate decided to give her the position. Of course she was energetic going head first into the new responsibilities given to her. Especially for one of the company's biggest clients.
Her new responsibilities came with so much scrutiny as she was the youngest and least experienced person to be put up in a position of a leader. Disregarding her work ethics, her leadership skills and strengths, plus her qualifications.
It took a huge toll on her.
Talking to Harry was only thing keeping her sane in that moment, even though they had never seen each other in person ever before.
Whilst her parents and siblings were supportive of her in every single way, but yet, everytime she called them they'd be complaining about one another jokingly and never listen to her. She tried talking to her mother, but did she it never worked out as her entire family was stuck in one house.
Harry and her started dating around the time he was back in London. Their first date was on a FaceTime call. She was having some leftover rice she made the night before for dinner, and he was eating a Chinese take out and a homemade salad he made.
The salad was for balance, he said to her.
She was sat in living room/Dining room/bedroom/office; her coffee table, whilst he was comfortably sat at his fancy dining table at home. She didn't had her foster kitten to lurk around anymore, it got adopted very soon.
They continued to talk to one another over calls, texts, FaceTime every chance Harry got to be free. YN was basically free all the time, she works from home- unless she's in an online meeting. They'd fall asleep on FaceTime with one another. It was a long distance relationship even when both of them were in same place because of the pandemic restrictions. But both of them felt safe enough to move forward with their relationship.
Of course, Harry saw her falling into a dark place mentally. In fact she came forward and shared it with him finally as she was tired of being ignored by her family. He suggested her a few things which never worked out for her, and she is yet to find out a therapist she resonates with.
The first time Harry visited her flat to see her, it was like he has always been living there. He knew where everything was. That's when he took her to a very fancy dinner date. Their first and last fancy dinner date ever.
This time, Harry was in town finally after an exhausting yet memorable leg of tour in the States. He was dress fancy, the Prince Of Wales jacket from his own collection with a baby blue shirt underneath it, pair of black pants, and a random black coat because it was cold outside.
He walked into his girlfriend's flat buried in her bed, watching some gruesome murder documentory without a sliver of expression on her face. Her eyes and lips red, she probably cried whole day whilst working.
"Hey darling!" He dropped his coat and a bag he brought with him on the sofa and walked straight towards her bed. "What's wrong baby?"
"I don't know." She sniffled pausing the show she was watching. Pushing her laptop aside she straight away went in to hug him tight.
"Oh my angel!" He squeezed her tight closer to his chest. "It's alright baby, I'm here for you."
"I don't know why I'm crying all day. I just feel so numb." She mumbled, her face pushed against his neck.
Well, she's been stuck in her flat for about three months now. She only ever goes to buy groceries now, which she doesn't have to for two week straight. Her appetite has died a little bit from not getting much excercise done.
"I know baby, I know." He rubbed her back. "I came in to surprise you on a date, do you think getting out of the house would help you?"
"I seriously don't know." She shook her head, still hugging him close.
"How about we at least try, yeah?" He suggested, "you might feel better today by getting out. I'll have us a fun day planned for tomorrow as well." She whined in protest to that, "come on now, I've missed you. I promise we can leave if you don't feel like staying, okay?"
"Okay." She agreed, pulling away from him.
"Alright, I got you something." He with that he fetched her the bag he left on her sofa.
Inside was a cat plushy he saw a random store when he was out and about with his friends, he bought it because it reminded him of her. Along with it was a little bracelet he bought from yet another local business. But the cat mattered most to her in that moment.
"Thank you!" She cooed.
"You like it!" He flashed his dimples smile. "Now do get ready, we have a reservation at eight-thirty."
It was quater past five.
"Harry..." YN sighed, "I don't think I want to go to a fancy place."
"It's not that fancy."
"Harry, you took me a seven star restaurant saying the same thing." She groaned.
"I promise, it's not that fancy." He assured her, "wear the blue dress you impulsively bough online the other day, please?" He dragged her to her closet.
"I don't think it's going to fit me now," she made an excuse.
Or was it an excuse? It was a dress which is supposed her fit her figure like it was her skin at the bodice, doesn't matter if it had puffy long sleeves or it was hemmed at the floor length. She had obviously gained weight lile almost everyone else in the world during the pandemic.
Well, Harry was an exception. He's in more shape than ever. In a very healthy and very fucking cool way.
She had nothing else to wear though to a fancy restaurant, she rented a dress because their first date was planned days ahead. So she had no other option than to wear it.
Harry waited patiently for her to take a shower and het ready, he in fact helped himself with some tea and helped her with her with the pile of dirty dishes. Even made her bed and folded the pile of clean laundry making neat stacks on her bed so she can put them away as she wished. All while he heard the shower go off and the hair dryer running.
Her house was pretty much clean apart from being messy. He know however she may be feelings, she doesn't like when a foul smell lingers around her flat or there is garbage laying around. She's just messy with her personal stuff.
He did not dare to touch her work desk though. She's very protective of that part of her flat.
She'd fine if he'd go through her personal valuables of documents, she hates it when anyone touches her desk or even moved a pen on there.
"Harry?" She called from the bathroom.
"Yes, love?"
"Can you please zip up my dress?" She asked opening the bathroom door just to pop her head out to look at him. He is always happy to help her.
He knows if she was in a good mood he wouldn't even let her put it on before they had a quickie. Keeping his mind out of gutter he helped her.
"You look so pretty baby, you were doubting yourself for nothing!" He placed a delicate kiss on side of her neck.
"I don't know, it doesn't look good."
All she saw was her perfectly normal tummy and her arms showing through the sheer fabric sticking out like needles in her eyes. She was doubting when the dress arrived in mail, she tried it on then showed it to Harry on FaceTime. It was a little loose and didn't fit her well. It doesn't now either.
"Come on, you know how hard I'm trying to keep my hands to myself now?" Harry genuinely find it difficult, he's not saying it to hype her up.
She just took in a deep breath and nodded, excused herself for wanting to do her makeup which wasn't much just some mascara and eyeliner she smoked out with concealer to hide her dark circles and eye bags and a pink lipstick. All the while Harry was sat there on the edge of the shower/bathtub admiring her. He helped her pick out the right pair of earrings, she already had the necklace she wears everyday, her dad gifted her on her 16th birthday. And they were set to go.
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YN followed closely behind Harry, pulling out the micro fabric fibers from the cuff of his coat. It won't ruin it. But she's very anxious, well aware of her actions she stopped when the hostess welcomed them and showed them to their table.
It was in the more private and upper level of the restaurant, it was still a five star restaurant. Hardly anymore people there other than a group of six people, and two more couples enjoying their time. It seemed very empty considering the place was huge.
Soft talking and laughing noises seemed to have fade out as the waitress handed her and Harry the menu for drinks. Well, she doesn't drink but it gave her anxiety to even ask for some cold water. She'd gotten so used to ordering everything online, without having to interact with another human being.
"I, I, I will, uhhh..." YN looked at the menu again, "ummm... I, I'll have water please."
"Okay, would you like mineral water or regular water?" The waitress asked, completely disregarding that YN was stuttering and basically sweating.
"Any, any kind would be find. Just, just cold please." She tried to smile the best she could.
The waitress got taking Harry's order, with complete changes in demeanor. It made YN feel more insecure about herself. And maybe that girl was trying to flirt with him, which went completely ignored from his side. But that didn't YN at ease what so ever.
Harry was quick with his order. Maybe the waitress just wants to get back home soon tonight. It's weekend!
Maybe she's the problem here. Yeah!
"Harry?" She called quietly, trying to gulp the lump in her throat, "I, I jist need to, need to use the restroom, I'll be back."
"Okay." He nodded.
"I, I'll leave my purse here." She left her purse with him. In her mind she was letting him know she's not going to runaway, if that ever comes to his mind.
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Harry sat there, waiting for his girlfriend. But it's been more than five minutes she's gone. Luckily she took her phone with her. So he tried to text but she was back.
"I'm sorry." Her nose was stuffy, like she cried.
"Hey, baby what's wrong?" He reached for her hand accross the table.
"I, I'm fine." She assured him.
When it was time to order again, YN was on the verge of having a heart attack there. Harry asked for another five minutes to look through the menu.
"Baby you sure, you're alright?" He asked again, "you seem all flustered. Your face has turned all red. Want to go somewhere else, or go back home?"
"I, I just..." YN was finding it very heavy to breathe there, "I want some fresh air. I don't know. I'm sorry."
"Hey, never apologise for wanting to get out of uncomfortable situation, okay?" He assured her, "we'll wait for the waitress to come back out and tell her we don't find anything interesting to eat on the menu, then we'll leave."
"Mhmm," she nodded with teary eyes.
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Harry unlocked the door for his girl, like a gentleman he is he stood there with the door open to the passenger seat.
"I'm sorry about that." She mumbled.
"Hey, I told you it's alright." He assured her, "you want to go somewhere else to eat? We can go through the Burger King drive thru and I can order for you."
"I'm not hungry anymore." She shared, "I'll make you something to eat back home." That's when her tummy made a noise.
"Mhmm, I can hear that." He placed a delicate kiss on her forehead, "come on, get in."
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"Here you go, Madam." Harry handed the bag of food to YN as he drove ahead and parked in the empty parking lot. "Are you still planning to go see your parents this summer? I mean, summer there at your place?"
"Mhmm." YN nodded talking a bite off her burger, "do you want to come along?"
"You're asking me to go see your parents?" He teased her.
"I have met your family, I want you to meet mine. Please?"
He could see now that she's getting comfortable, her anxiety vanishing away. Not that her parents don't know about him, they love him in fact. It's like they've adopted him. Especially YN's mum, she has sent loads of homemade goodies especially for him, her dad approves of him. Her little sisters are best friends with him now, they sent him little handmade birthday cards on his last two birthdays.
"Okay." He shrugged. "Are you going to show me around where you grew up?"
"Of course, of course!" She got excited, "I'll take you to my school, then we'll go see my college campus and take you to the local markets."
"Sounds fun, baby." He chuckled, "can't wait to go with you."
They sat there eating their fast food dinner, dressed as fancy as fancy can get. Harry's new playlist for YN playing in soft volume in the background.
"You alright now, lovie?" He enquired, "you want to talk about earlier?"
"I, I don't know what happened honestly." She stuttered, "I, I think I got a little, I, I think I was a bit claustrophobic in there. And uhhhh... the, the waitress was making me feel a little uneasy there."
Harry knew exactly what she was talking about. She got insecure there, he's well aware that the waitress was trying to flirt with him which he didn't not pay any mind to. He can also understand where YN is coming from on this.
"I'm glad you're feeling better now." He started, "and I didn't pay her a mind darling, if that's what you're trying to say. I know she was trying to flirt and all but I had and still have my eyes for you and you only. I hope I'm not assuming anything out of line here."
"No, no, you're not." She shook her head and took in a deep breath of relief. It felt like a weight being lifted off her shoulders. "You know it felt so good to finally be able to talk my feelings out and have someone understand me!"
"What about your therapy baby? Are you going anymore?" He got confused a little.
"I'm yet to find a therapist I can really talk to. I feel so judged, which is not right, right?" She looked and sounded very frustrated.
"Mhmm it's not right." He nodded, "do you feel like you can talk to me about anything which is bothering you?"
"Mhmm." She nodded, "I do."
"Then you know you can share anything and everything with me, baby. You know I want to be there for you. Whilst I can't offer you any professional help but you can still talk your heart out to me, hopefully talking helps you. I promise, and you know I'll listen to every word you say. Until you find a therapist who works with you, you can talk it out to me, yeah? If not we'll figure something or other out." His assuring words sure made her emotional there.
"I love you so much Harry!" YN leaned over the centre console to hug him tightly. "So much!"
"I love you so much too baby!" He reciprocated with a returning hug.
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Okay, I cried writing this.
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This is Harry on holiday with his Mrs. It’s the first big trip you guys have went on together that’s just dedicated to spending days wandering round being tourists with no time constraints. Exploring areas off the beaten track with your hands always loosely intertwined. This one photo is from after dinner one night, you exit the restaurant with Harry in front of you as you stop to take a quick photo of Harry’s back wandering round the almost deserted street given the late hour and almost every other place has pulled their shutters down for the night. Harry doesn’t take too many steps away from you though, when he realises the hand he’s been so used to have holding yours is left empty when he’s reaching back towards you. Quickly turning round he sees you with your phone up and quickly poses for you before his hand is back out reaching for yours. Handing him your phone to quickly put away in his bag you’re latching back onto his hand with a giggle before lazily strolling back to where you’re staying on this portion of your trip, excited for another day of holiday bliss tomorrow.
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