#harry styles family blurb
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you’ve always been family
summary - harry brings you to the annual family gathering and he can’t help but love you even more
warnings: self deprecation?!, swearing, weird family members?!
word count: 5.6k
To say you were terrified was the understatement of the decade.
Today, Harry was taking you to his annual family summer party, at Anne's house in Cheshire, and you were so nervous. Although you had met Anne and Gemma countless times before, today was a whole other level of nerve racking because the entire family would be there.
It had taken ages for Harry to convince you to come with him, reassuring you there was nothing to be worried. That they would love you indefinitely - ‘but not as much as me’ Harry would add.
This was a big deal to you though.
Meeting the whole of Harry's family was the next milestone in your relationship - making it feel that bit more real.
You felt very lucky to have Harry and were blessed to wake up to him every day. You didn't want him to end. Ever. This is why you were nervous for today, because if some people in the family didn’t accept you, then Harry might see you in a different light and not want you in the same way anymore.
You hadn't told Harry this.
This morning you had left Harry in bed softly snoring, as you went to the bathroom to begin your morning routine. It was an early start, but one that you both couldn’t afford to miss.
It was as you were drying your face off with a soft towel that you felt Harry's arms snake around your waist. You were only wearing a pair of Calvin Klein pants (Harry’s) and an oversized Nirvana t-shirt (Harry’s again), so you could instantly feel his body warmth against you.
You put down the towel and looked at him through the glass in the mirror to find that he was already smirking at you. His hair was very messy, but his bedhead had never looked better. It was actually your favourite of his hair styles.
It was a struggle to admit this man was real sometimes.
He moved his lips down to kiss your bare neck, careful not to leave a hickey since he knew you'd have a rant about having to cover it up for today, whilst his hands roamed underneath your (his) t-shirt and placed them on your stomach.
"It is a sin for you to look this good in a morning." He mumbled as he placed his chin on your shoulder.
His comment made you blush, causing you to naturally respond by biting your bottom lip to try.
"I love you.” You mumbled and he chuckled when he saw your embarrassed cheeks.
"And I love you."
You turned to face him, arms slung loosely around his neck. You looked into his eyes and smiled before capturing his lips with your own. The kiss was soft and gentle, neither of you forcing for it to become more than that. It was just nice to be close to each other and be able to express your love for each other. You both pulled away and Harry gave you another quick couple kisses on your forehead, before he said he needed to shower.
You finished brushing your teeth as Harry prepped for his shower. He had wrapped a towel lowly around his waist, exposing his very prominent V-lines.
"You're free to join me." Harry smirked as he stepped into the shower.
"H, we both know that if I join you in that shower then we aren’t going to be leaving this house anytime soon."
"You have such a dirty mind, baby.. Because that is clearly not what I meant." He sarcastically remarked.
You rolled your eyes at him as you put all the toiletries you'd used back into their cupboards. You gave him one last kiss on the lips, Harry’s lips lingering on your lips for longer than you originally thought. He cupped your face, deepening the kiss with a soft moan, but before he could go any further you pulled away.
"I thought you clearly didn’t want this." You referred to his previous comment. He mumbled a bunch of curses at himself as you left the bathroom.
You set up all your makeup on the floor in front of the full-length mirror and started to do your every day routine. You never applied to much make up, which was one of the many things Harry admired about you. You felt very comfortable in your own skin, soo little make up was enough make up. Some days you’d even go without make up, but you wanted to make a good impression in front of all of his family today.
As you were applying some mascara, Harry walked out of the bathroom and towards the closet. You wouldn’t have stared at him for so long if he didn’t have his towel halfway down his pelvis. He was very clearly teasing you for before.
“Not gonna work, baby.” You sing-songed, returning to the mirror.
“I hate you.” He sulked off into the closet, making you smile.
You continued what you were doing whilst he got changed. Once he appeared from the closet you took a look at his outfit to see what vibe you needed to match. He had on his purple, corduroy trousers and a white sweater. Also paired with his black and white vans.
He looked good, but then again when does he not?
He sauntered over to the dressing table to pick out some hair gel and perfume.
“You look handsome.” You told him, finishing off your make up now.
“I know.” He agreed, making you chuckle under your breathe. You didn’t see Harry’s smile widen when he saw your laughing to yourself, but he did.
“You’re so modest too.”
“I know.”
You shook your head at him, cleaning up your mess, and moving to the closet to find something to wear. You stared at the clothes hoping something would jump off its hanger and clothe itself on you.
It was hard finding an outfit that would make the best first impression on his family.
You pulled out a pair of denim mom jeans to start with. A simple place to start. Adding a white bralette and white tank top, your outfit started to come together. Before you could add your cream cardigan, Harry waltzed in the room.
"Are you trying to make me never want to leave this house?" He rhetorically asked. You smiled at him before turning back around to face the closet mirror to view your outfit - huffing when you didn’t feel inspired by your choice of clothes. "Baby, you look beautiful. My family already love you, okay? An outfit won’t change that.”
Harry hugged you from behind and you sunk back into the warm feeling of his body again.
“Thank you.” You whispered gently.
He simply kissed the side of your cheek and told you to hurry up so you weren’t both late, slipping off to the kitchen to make you both some breakfast juices.
You finally finished your outfit by putting on your black Gucci loafers Harry had bought you for your birthday last year. You'd wanted them for ages, but never told Harry about them because you knew he'd just buy them for you. However, the good boyfriend Harry is had seen you eye them up in the store every time you'd been to visit Alexandro in Gucci and so he bought them for you when you weren't aware.
"Y’okay? Y’ready?" Harry asked you as you walked down the stairs.
"Yeah."
••••
You were 10 minutes away from Anne's house now.
The car smelt of the fresh juices you had now finished. You'd been listening to an abundance of music on the way, singing in terrible harmony with Harry. For Christmas you had made Harry a bunch of CD’s for different types of car journeys. For example there was ‘Golf Dilfs’, for when he and his friends drove to play gold. There was ‘Off to work’, for when he was driving to a show and had to get hyped. Then there was ‘The girlfriend’, for whenever you were in the car with him.
That was what you’d listened to today.
'Dreams’ started to play, Harry’s hand tapping away to the beat on your thigh, before you realised something really bad.
"Shit!"
"What, baby?" Harry looked at you worriedly. He was expecting you to tell him you'd forgotten to lock the front door or turn off a running tap.
"I forgot Anne's presents on the fucking kitchen counter." You groaned, throwing your head back against the headrest.
Harry chuckled in both relief and love for your outburst.
"Harry this is serious. I can't turn up to your mum's without a gift! Oh god."
"Y/N. It's okay love." Harry moved his hand down to your knee and then back up your thigh again, squeezing it for reassurance. You took a deep breathe and tried not to think too much into it.
“I’ve already ruined this trip.”
“Baby, you haven’t ruined anything.” He softly spoke, but he could tell you still weren’t convinced. “Look, I'll pull up at mum's and then you can go to the corner shop and pick up whatever you need. Yeah?"
“Yeah. Okay.” You breathed out again, calming yourself.
A few more songs on the CD and Harry pulled up at Anne's house.
There were already quite a few cars parked outside the house and Harry explained to you that there would be more by the end of the day.
He helped you out of the car, like a true gentleman and kissed you goodbye after he directed you as to where the shop was.
Harry lovingly watched you, as you walked off down the pavement and then made his way to the front door. He had his own key to his mum's house, so he let himself in and called out a hello. With no response, he went around through the house in search of anyone.
Harry wandered into the back garden to see it filled with loads of friendly neighbours and family members. There was a bigger turn out than he’d expected.
He saw his mum talking to the next door neighbour, Caroline, and made his way over to say hello. He hugged a few people on the way over, Caroline spotting Harry before he could sneak up on his mum. Anne was quick to turn around at Caroline's surprised face, her own face lighting up when she saw her handsome boy.
"Harry!" Anne threw her arms around Harry's neck and pulled him in for a bone-crushing hug. Harry gave his mum a kiss on both cheeks, before pulling away to stand next to her. "Where's my beautiful daughter-in-law?"
"Daughter-in-law?" Harry questioned, cheeks slightly flushed at the change in your title. You were just his girlfriend, even if you were always going to be the one he'd get down on one knee for.
"Oh give over Harry. We all know you'll end up marrying that lovely lady. Now where is she? I haven't scared her off have I?"
Anne lead Harry into the house to get a drink. Harry shook a few hands and accepted some hugs on the way - some of which from people he'd only met once or twice. He hadn’t seen his family in a long time so it was going to be nice to share a conversation with all of them.
"No you haven't scared her off, but you might if you keep calling her your daughter-in-law."
Anne chuckled as she handed Harry a Calsberg beer that'd been freshly chilled in a bucket of ice.
“So where is she then?”
"Y/N insisted on going to buy you a present, because she left the one she originally bought you at home." Harry took a sip of his beer, the cool drink refreshing his throat.
Anne went over to the fridge and took out a platter of freshly cut fruit. It was arranged on the board in order of the rainbow so it looked aesthetically pleasing.
“Oh, she’s too kind. She didn't have to do that."
"That's Y/N for you.” He raised his bottle of beer in the air to cheers you. "Nice fruit board though, mum." Harry complimented the arrangement.
"This was your sister's work." Anne went and placed the board on a table outside where people were picking at the food.
"Where is Gem?" Harry hadn't seen his sister yet, but then again there were that many people here he might of missed her in the crowd.
"She's running late, as per usual." Anne rolled her eyes and told Harry to mix and mingle with people in the meantime, although he made sure he didn't go too far from the house so he could here the doorbell for when your arrived back.
••••
You had bought a bottle of rosé wine and a bunch of flowers for Anne and were currently on your way back to the house.
To say you were now more nervous was an understatement. You were terrified.
Meeting Harry's family for the first time was a huge step for you, one that you'd never experienced with previous relationships.
As you walked up towards the front door you could hear the summer music blasting away in the back garden. You were so close to ringing the door bell, but your anxiety ridden thoughts prevented you from actually pressing the button.
What if you made a fool of yourself? What if they didn't like you? What if they didn't think you were good enough for Harry? What if Harry left you?
You ended up having to sit on the bench to the side of the front door to collect your thoughts.
"Y/N?" The familiar sound of a woman's voice pulled your face out of your hands, to look up at whoever was speaking to you.
Gemma.
You were so relieved to see her and gave her a big smile to show just that. "What are you doing out here alone?" She walked over to you and sat down next to you on the bench.
"It's stupid honestly."
"You're worried my family won't like you, aren't you?" She asked.
"How'd you—"
"I was the same with Michal." You nodded as she spoke, comforted to know Gemma had experienced what you are currently experiencing. "It's okay to be feeling the way you do Y/N. It just shows how badly you want to remain a part of Harry's life and how much you love him."
Gemma noticed how your hands are shaking, even though you were trying your best to cover it up, and so placed her hands on yours with a comforting squeeze.
"I just really don't want to lose him Gem.” You spoke softly, speaking your minds thoughts.
"Y/N. Trust me when I say you aren't going to lose that man. You have him wrapped around your finger. He is so whipped for you, even a blind man could see it."
“Yeah?” You chuckled at her attempt to make you feel better.
"Who cares if my Great Uncle Jordan doesn't like you? Hell, I don't even think he likes me. All I’m trying to say is you don't have to get everyone's approval. You've already got mine and you've definitely got mum's, but don't knock yourself down before you've even met the others okay?" You nodded at her and give her a tight hug with your shaky arms.
"Thanks Gem."
You picked up Anne’s gifts and you both headed to the front door. Unfortunately Gemma hadn’t brought her keys wit her, but after knocking several times and ringing the doorbell someone finally came to the door. It was an old man who you'd never seen before.
"Oh, hello dear Gemma!" The man pulled her in for a hug as she stepped inside the house.
"Hi Uncle Brian!"
This was your first unknown family member and you were shaking with nerves.
"Who's this young lady? Friend of yours Gem?" He asked as you still stood outside, judging whether or not you wanted to step inside yet.
"No, this is Y/N. Harry's girlfriend." Gemma smiled, taking off her coat and hanging it on the bannister. The man held his hand out for you to shake and you did the polite thing by shaking it back.
"Oh. Another one eh? How long does this one plan on staying?" He laughed and you felt obliged to laugh along, even though the comment hurt you a bit.
Had you already made that much of a bad impression?
"Okay Y/N, let's go this way." She ushered you towards the kitchen. You are pulled closely behind her. "Don't take what Uncle Brian says too seriously, he's known for making inappropriate jokes."
When you both reached the kitchen you were met with Anne and a few other women.
“Hello mum!" Gemma announced herself first. Anne's face lit up at the sight of her daughter, giving her a big hug.
It was as Anne was hugging Gemma that she caught sight of you, quickly dropping her daughters hug and excitedly coming over to you.
"Y/N!" She hugged you tight. You laughed along with Gemma, finding it funny she was more enthusiastic to see you than her own daughter. "How are you my darling?" Anne asked you, stepping back to take a good look over you. “You look gorgeous.”
“Oh stop it. You, however, look amazing as always.” You complimented her back - the typical British thing to do.
“Thank you, my love.”
“Oh and before I forget, these are for you.” You held out the few presents for her and she took them graciously.
"You didn't have to do this love, but they're lovely!" She puts the wine in the fridge and flowers on the side. "I’m really happy to see you again, love. Can I get you a drink or anything?"
You looked over at the drinks table and noticed there was a staggering selection to choose from. Juice, booze and everything in between. Gemma was already helping herself to a generous glass of wine.
"Just a glass of water will do for now, please." Your nerves were starting to subside as you talked to the familiar face.
“No problem.” Anne grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and reached for the cold tap to fill it up.
"Where's Harry?" You asked her, before refreshing yourself with the water.
"Last time I saw him he was playing with his cousin on the lawn, but I have no idea where he is now. " You noticed her eyes light up again as she talked about her son.
"He's so great with kids."
"I know. And some day he'll be just as great with your kids. " Anne stated. Your eyes go wide at her statement. You never thought Anne would have thought that you'd be the one to have Harry's future children, but it was a blessing to hear her so excited for it.
"You really think so?" You couldn't help but smile.
"I know so, my love." Anne took a sip of her drink. "I couldn't wish for him to have a better wife and mother for his kids than you." Anne's words were making you quite emotional. You could feel your eyes starting to gloss over. "Speak of the devil."
Before you could turn around you felt strong arms snake around your torso. You knew by the way they felt and the tattoos that littered the arms that it was Harry. He smelt divine - so homely - and it was comforting to have him this close.
“Hi again.” He kissed the side of your head a couple of times and you leaned into every single on of them.
“Hi.” You replied, breathing him in.
"What were you two talking about?"
"I was just telling Y/N what a great husband and father you're going to be." She winked at Harry and you felt Harry's arms tense around you, his body going stiff.
“Mu—”
“I’m going, I’m going!” Anne laughed, knowing that she may have overstepped her place.
Once she’d left the kitchen, Harry twisted you around in his arms and cupped your cheeks gently. He was scanning your face like something terrible had just happened.
"Are you okay?" You leant in to his warm hand.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion over his sudden worry. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine as long as you are, lovie. I just know how you sometimes get freaked out about the future and my mum saying that stuff doesn't really help. I told her not to bring it up too—"
"Hey, H, it's alright. It was actually quite a heart warming conversation. Makes me excited for the future." You smiled up at him and his eyes changed from worried to adoration.
"I love you." He kissed your forehead.
"And I love you." You went to kiss him on the cheek but he moved his head so you could meet his lips instead. You kissed for a few seconds, not wanting to make a big show of yourselves, and then Harry pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you as if you were about to run away run him - which you'd never dream of.
"Right let's go meet the family. Remember I'm here the whole time."
••••
It was now 12 hours later, after midnight, and everyone had finally gone home except for you and Harry.
You were washing the dirty dishes whilst Anne and Harry were outside talking. You'd originally all been sat outside chatting, but you’d gone to the toilet at one point and once you'd gotten back you'd noticed they were in deep conversation. Not wanting to disturb them you found it best to be busy with other chores instead.
As you cleaned the greasy plates and stained glasses, you couldn't help but reflect on what had been an amazing day. Every member of Harry's family had been amazing and supportive, other than the joke Uncle Brian made, making you feel so loved and included.
You'd met lots of Aunts and Uncles who would tell you weird and funny stories of Harry as a kid. It was hilarious to see Harry get so embarrassed over the attention when normally he loves it when he’s on centre stage. There was one story about Harry being told to 'cut the lawn', from when he was little, but he didn't really understand what that meant. So he went out with a pair of scissors and cut each blade of grass. Apparently he was out there for 3 hours, but he was persistent to get the job done.
You'd also met his grandma and grandad, whom Harry idolised, and they were wonderful people too. They were so kind and wise. They made you promise to take good care of Harry and his heart, which of course you did.
Everyone was incredible and you could see why Harry was in such awe of his family.
You were in the middle of washing a glass when Anne stepped into the kitchen through the French doors. "Y/N! What are you doing, pet?" She exclaimed at the sight of you doing her dishes.
"I was just helping out and cleaning up a bit"
"No, that’s not for you to be doing. You're my guest, love. Stop cleaning and dry your hands, c’mon. Anyways, Harry wants to speak to you." She smiled as she took away the glass your washing and started cleaning it herself.
STOPPED HERE
You walked outside and saw Harry still sat on the couch. You made your way over to him, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you as if you were brighter than any star in the Milky Way.
"Come here, my love." He opened his arms for you and you sat down next him, bringing your feet up to the side of you and resting your head in Harry's lap. Harry reached for a plush blanket and laid it over your body to keep you warm. He let one of his hands protectively hold your hip and the other went to work combing through your hair.
"Your mum said you wanted to talk to me?" You questioned, slightly nervous of what he had to say.
From this position you see the far reaches of the garden, and all the fairy lights that were strung up upon trees and the fence.
"I spoke to Gem, this afternoon." He started. You just hummed in response. "Baby, she told me how nervous and anxious you were before coming into the house. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry. I think I was just being silly. I didn't want to ruin your day by you worrying about when, or if, I might have a breakdown." You shyly said.
Since you'd met Harry he'd managed to open you up and make you feel more vulnerable, but it didn't stop you from being shy when he asked you about your feelings. Harry's hand cupped themselves under your legs and helped swing them over his lap so you were now straddling him. He managed to move you so fast you didn't even notice, until you were looking into his eyes. He grabbed the blanket to tuck it around you again, warming you up instantly.
"Y/N." He cupped both your cheeks with his hands. "My job is to constantly worry about you. I mean, how can I not when you're on my mind all day, everyday, anyways. Being anxious is not pathetic, lovie, it's only human. You have nothing to apologise for, okay? If anything I should be apologising, on behalf of my Uncle, for him being so rude to you." You looked away when he mentioned Uncle Brian, whose comment still made you upset. "Hey." Harry spoke softly, as he tried to get your attention back on him. He smiled when you looked back at him. "Uncle Brian can be dick sometimes, alright, and he had no right to put you down like that. Mum said she'd have a word with him. You mean so much to me Y/N and I need to know that you know that?"
"I know H. I know." You smiled at how kind he is. "Please don't let your mum say anything though. I want him to like me, not think i'm a petty bitch!"
"Okay love. If that's what'll make you most comfortable then so be it." He kissed your cheek once. "I love you Y/N."
"I love you Harry." You say back. In reality you loved him so much more than he could ever love you, but you didn't think it was the right time to start a debate. "And I hope your family loves me too."
“Baby, you’ve always been a part of this family.”
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This is basically a little blurb/drabble inspired by the above pic. Hope you enjoy!
Title: Stitches
Author: @harolinastyles
Word count: 1105
"Ow, fuck!" My ears perk up at the obvious sound of my brother’s discomfort.
"You okay in there?" I chuckle, raising my head from the sofa.
"Fine!" He exclaims, peaking my interest even more. He'd squirrelled himself away in the dining room about a half hour ago.
"What are you doing?" I prop my head up on my elbows to get a better look at the door he'd firmly closed behind him.
"Nothing!" He snaps and if I didn't know any better I'd swear we were back in the 90s and any second now he'll come bounding out dressed as a dalmatian or in mum's bra to put on a "show". But it isn't the 90s and my baby brother’s performances are slightly larger scale these days.
In fact, just last night he'd played to another record breaking crowd and honestly I could've burst with pride watching him.
"Hey, shitebag!" I laugh as I remember his favourite sign from Edinburgh, "you need a hand?" I push myself up off the soft leather and make my way across the room to see what it is he's up to.
"Fuck off!" He laughs as my hand twists the handle and as soon as the door swings open he swivels to face me and stuffs some kind of fawn material under his leg. My eyebrows furrow as I take in the old cadbury roses tin that Mum keeps her sewing kit in, the contents sprawled over every surface of the wooden table.
"You didn't tear one of mum's favourite blouses or something, did you?"
"Course not." He scoffs but continues to try to hide whatever it is he's doing.
My eyebrow cocks of its own accord and I know it's a trait he also shares with me. Neither of us are particularly good at keeping our thoughts from showing on our faces. The older I get the more I see it as a positive though. Honesty is rarely the wrong choice in most circumstances.
"You know this'll go much faster if you let me help, right?" I smile as I hold out my hand for the item he's still uselessly trying to hide.
His eyes flick down to the table as I take the empty seat next to him.
"Don't laugh," he mumbles and I can't stop my eyes from widening as I take in what I can now see is a dressing gown. I bite my bottom lip to try and stop my grin from forming while I take in the wonky line that he's made with sewing thread. My fingers brush over the waffle fabric and my brows once again knit together as I can't find an obvious hole that he is trying to stitch.
"Uhm... what is it you're trying to do?"
"What do you mean?" He grabs the item of clothing back before adding, "it's a monogram, obviously."
I pinch my thigh to force the laugh, threatening to break free, back down into my chest.
"With sewing thread?"
"Is that wrong?" His cheeks turn pink and my heart swells as once again it feels like we're kids and he's asking for help with his homework.
"You need embroidery thread and needle. I sent Mum a kit for her birthday, stay there and I'll go find it," I grin.
"Thanks Gem." His wide grin is infectious and I'm sure I have a similar look as I rake the sideboard for the present I'd sent.
"You can tidy all that away," I point to the mess he's made of the table.
"So fucking bossy," he laughs but does as I ask. My fingers grip the item I'm looking for and I bring it to the table.
"Always so obedient," I pat him on the head and he takes the opportunity to tickle my ribs so we both end up in a fit of giggles.
"Whose initials?" I ask while I pull out tailor’s chalk, an embroidery needle and three choices of thread. "Red, blue or green?" I list the limited choices of the kit.
"Red," He says and I raise my eyebrows as he picks up the needle and jabs his finger with it before declaring it "much less dangerous."
"Whose initials?" I repeat when I realise he didn't answer.
"Mine, obviously. See, that’s the start of an H." His fingers point to his squiggle.
"Suuuure," I roll my eyes and he clutches his chest in mock hurt while I undo the stitches he's made.
"So why do you want a monogram on your robe?" I ask, feeling a little miffed that he didn't ask me for help in the first place. I mean this is a hobby I've become pretty decent at.
"A friend saw my robe in Edinburgh and really liked it so I got them one as a present but I - well, I want to make it more special - personal - so here we are," he sighs in resignation because he knows, pardon the pun, that I'm going to keep pulling on this little thread.
"A friend, huh?" I enquire while I show him how to thread the embroidery needle.
"Jude came to the show. I told you that," he mumbles while taking an exceptionally keen interest in the robe he now has in his hands.
"Jude?"
"Uh huh."
"The same Jude you've had a crush on since we were kids?"
"Have not!" He scoffs but the pink tinge on his cheeks and the way he avoids my gaze tells me otherwise.
"And you did not tell me they were in Edinburgh!"
"I'm sure I did," my brother says as he holds out the threaded needle so I can show him what to do.
"I'd remember that. And hang on, if this is a gift for Jude then why were you sewing your own initials?"
"Gem..." he sighs, wanting me to drop it but he knows me better than that. I won't stop now.
"Harry!" I repeat back and turn his head to look at me.
"Fine..." he lets out a puff of air before he continues, "because I want our robes to match, okay? Happy now?"
"Ecstatic!" I exclaim, "this is the sweetest idea, Harry. I love it and they'll love it too, you know that, right?" I elbow him as I demonstrate how to do a chain stitch.
"You think so?" He asks and I can't wipe the smile from my face because no matter how big and famous my little brother gets, I know the little boy who needs my help is still in there and bringing these two together is definitely something I can help with. Starting with these robes.
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husband and wife - harry blurb
those harry pics gave me major new husband!harry vibes so here we are, hope you enjoy !
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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The Caribbean sun, the man you loved and your friends. There was definitely no better way to start the year.
In good old fashion, you decided to travel down to Anguilla for New Years, just like you did back in 2019 and it ended up being one of your best trips ever.
You were soaking up some sun, laying comfortable on a beach chair and occasionally sipping on the fruity drink Harry provided for you earlier, totally blissful as you enjoyed the moment.
That was until a muscular body that you knew too well blocked the sun for you.
“Enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” Harry asked, in his shirtless glory and wearing just some black swimming trucks.
“I was a few seconds ago,” you teased, “You know, before someone interrupted me.”
“Heyyyyy,” he used his topical fake hurt voice, “That’s not a nice way to talk to your husband.”
You smiled at this, feeling butterflies on your stomach as he called himself your husband.
It happened after the end of the tour and before his infamous haircut. Your weeding took place on your Italy villa and all your close friends and family were there to celebrate your love. It was a beautiful and intimate ceremony that everyone always would hold close to their hearts.
The public and fans still had no idea about it and you loved how much you were enjoying your marriage with that kind of privacy.
“That’s right, you’re my husband now,” you said as Harry squeezed himself next to you on the beach chair, “I can’t bully you like I used to.”
“Mr and Mrs Styles, come join us!” Jeff’s voice interrupted was Harry was about to reply and made you turn your heads his way, noticing that your friends were gathering around to watch the sunset.
“I think we’re good mate,” Harry replied sassily, “Don’t feel like sharing my wife right now.”
Your friends laughed at this, yelling some stuff like “you’re whipped!” and “she must be sick of you.
“You’re mean to them.” You joked, closing your eyes and leaning into him, feeling his hands rubbing up and down your back.
“They deserve it, they haven’t let me be alone with you all day,” he shrugged, making you roll your eyes and look up at him, holding his jaw and rubbing the stubbled skin of his chin, “Besides, an I mean for wanting to love on my wife?”
“You’re not,” you said, grazing his bottom lip with a smile on your face, “You drive your wife absolute mad.”
Harry smirked, throwing his head back at your words and grabbing your chin to kiss your lips.
“I love to hear you call yourself my wife,” he smiled widely, his eyes full of love and glee, “I still can’t believe we’re married, It’s the best thing that happened this year.”
You only smiled, connecting your lips again before Jeff’s voice interrupted you one more time,
“Seriously lovebirds, get in here. You already had your honeymoon!”
Harry groaned as he let go of your lips, standing up and facing your friends.
“Fine, we’ll join you,” he grabbed your hand to walk towards them, “Don’t you hate when lonely people ruin the moment for happy couples?” Harry said to you, making the entire group laugh.
“We’re literally married!” Glenne said, pointed to herself and Jeff.
Harry only shrugged with a smug face, sitting down beside Tommy and pulling you to his lap, laying his chin on your shoulder.
The sun sank lower, painting the sky pink and golden. Harry's arm was around your around your waist and he occasionally placed kisses on your shoulder as you engaged in conversation with your friends.
"This is perfect." You leaned back into him, whispering so only he could hear him, his heartbeat steady against your back and his breath hitting your neck.
"Absolutely perfect," Harry whispered back in agreement, his lips grazing your skin as he nestled closer.
You were starting the year at one of your favorite places, surrounded by your friends and as husband and wife, and you couldn't wait to see what 2024 had in store for your perfect life together
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You do realise your gonna have to do an uncle Harry fic now x
Uncle Harry.
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authors note - gemmas a mum, i feel so emotional for a some reason 🥹🥹
word count - 1.1k
in which, after the birth of her baby, you and harry decided to stop by the hospital to see her, where tears fall and memories are created.
“Can you please tell us what room Gemma Styles is in, please?”
In the early hours of the morning Harry’s phone rang, it was his sisters boyfriend announcing that Gemma had gone into labour and that the baby would be here any hours now.
The two of you were unable to sleep for the rest of the evening, harry was bouncing his foot on the floor in anticipation as he patiently waited for his phone to ring once more.
And when it did, you had never seen him cry so much, not even the day he proposed to you.
Harry gives you a reassuring smile before turning to the nurse behind the counter, waiting for her answer.
The nurse looks up from her computer screen and studies the two of you for a moment before asking, "And what's your relationship to her?"
Harry's grip on your hand tightens as he responds, "She's m’sister, and this is m’fiancée."
The nurse sighs softly and taps away at the keyboard in front of her before answering, "She's on the maternity ward, room 9. When you get to the ward, you'll need to press the intercoms and wait to be let in."
“Thank you.” You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves as you follow Harry down the hallway towards the maternity ward. The anticipation of meeting your future niece or nephew fills you with a sense of joy unlike any other.
As you and Harry make your way down the hallway towards the maternity ward, you feel his hand slightly sweaty in yours, a telltale sign of his nervousness. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, offering him a reassuring smile as you approach the entrance.
Standing in front of the door to the ward, Harry takes a deep breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
"I hope she's doing alright," he murmurs, his voice tinged with worry.
You nod in understanding, your own heart racing with anticipation.
"She'll be absolutely fine," you assure him, giving his hand another squeeze before reaching out to press the intercom button. “She’s a Styles after all.”
A moment later, a voice crackles through the speaker, "Can I help you?"
You glance at Harry, sharing a soft smile before leaning towards the intercom.
"Yes, we're here to see Gemma Styles," you say, your voice calm and steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.
The nurse on the intercom asks a few more questions and shortly after, the door to the ward clicks open. You and Harry exchange a glance before stepping inside, the sterile smell of the hospital filling your senses as you make your way down the corridor towards room 9.
As you reach the door, Harry hesitates for a moment, his hand tightening around yours.
"M’nervous," he admits quietly, his eyes darting towards the closed door.
You reach up, cupping his cheeks in your hands and meeting his gaze with reassurance.
"It's okay to be nervous, Harry," you say softly, your voice filled with warmth and understanding. "After all, your sister just had a baby."
Harry nods, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he leans into your touch.
"Thank you," he murmurs, his eyes reflecting his gratitude as he squeezes your hand.
With a deep breath, you knock on the door, hearing a soft murmur of an ‘come in’ before you softly push open the door to room 9, stepping inside with Harry by your side.
The sight that greets you warms your heart - Gemma resting in the hospital bed, a tiny bundle nestled in her arms, her face glowing with love and exhaustion.
You stand back, giving Harry space as he approaches Gemma's bedside. Anne smiles warmly at him, her eyes filled with pride as she watches her son greet his sister and the newest member of their family.
Michal stands by Gemma's side, a look of pure adoration on his face as he gazes at the tiny bundle in her arms.
"Hey Gem, how are you feeling?" Harry asks softly, his voice filled with concern as he takes in her tired but radiant appearance.
Gemma looks up at him, her eyes shining with emotion.
"I've never felt anything like it, H," she whispers, her voice filled with wonder. "She's perfect."
Harry's gaze shifts to the baby girl nestled on Gemma's chest, a soft smile spreading across his face.
"She's absolutely adorable," he says, his voice filled with awe. "I'm so proud of you, Gem."
Gemma looks up at Harry with a gentle smile, her eyes filled with affection.
"Would you like to hold her, H?" she asks, her voice soft but eager.
Harry's face lights up with excitement, nodding his head enthusiastically.
"Yes, absolutely," he replies, his voice filled with anticipation.
Gemma carefully passes the newborn to Michael, who holds her securely as he steps aside to give Harry room.
Harry takes a seat in a nearby chair, his hands trembling slightly with nerves and excitement.
As Michael slowly and carefully passes the newborn into Harry's awaiting arms,
Harry's heart swells with love and awe. He cradles her gently, his eyes fixed on her tiny face as he marvels at her delicate features.
"She's so tiny," Harry murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper as he gazes down at the precious bundle in his arms. "And so perfect."
Gemma watches with tears of joy in her eyes as Harry holds her daughter for the first time, her heart overflowing with love for her brother and her newborn baby. She reaches out, squeezing Harry's hand in silent gratitude for this special moment they are sharing together.
As Harry holds his newborn niece in his arms, silent tears stream down his cheeks, his emotions overwhelming him in the most beautiful way. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before speaking.
"You are so precious," Harry whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "And I promise you, I will always love and protect you. You'll never have to doubt that."
Gemma and Anne exchange tearful smiles as they listen to Harry's heartfelt words, knowing that he means every single one of them.
"You're going to have the best uncle ever," Harry continues, his voice filled with determination. "I'll always be here for you, through every laugh and every tear. You can count on me."
He looks up at you, noticing that you also have tears in your eyes upon witnessing the sight in front of you, Harry’s a natural with children.
You smile at him softly, watching as love shines his eyes.
The baby stirs in Harry's arms, as if sensing the love and sincerity in his words. Harry smiles through his tears, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.
"I love you so much, little one," he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion. "Welcome to the world."
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hi angie :) i was wondering whether you could write a little blurb based off an idea i’ve had recently? so harry and (yn) are a new couple and every time they go out (yn) is super conscious of how she acts and what she’s wearing/doing because they’re in public and harry just wants to calm her down :(( i feel like new boyfriendrry would be so gentle and kind :(
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Y/N really liked Harry.
He was funny, charming, and intelligent. Harry loved discussing the books she was reading and, to her surprise, would go on to purchase them so he could also share his thoughts with her. They were introduced by a mutual friend, stating they would get on well because of their love for poetry. Y/N wasn’t one for meeting new people–let alone being set up but Dezzie promised she wouldn’t regret it. Harry was told he’d be meeting his perfect match, and Dezzie was not wrong. Y/N had been someone straight out of a storybook with her perfect hair and a laugh that made his heart skip a beat every time he heard it. Harry was absolutely smitten.
They started with one date that turned into three, and soon enough, Y/N and Harry were talking every day, trying their best to work their schedule to fit each other in. One time a week was not enough for either of them. With more dates, there was more time together, and before they knew it had been a month of dating.
It’s not been three months since they met, and they’ve never been happier. Harry feels secure and loved in his relationship. He knows Y/N protects him as he does her. Y/N came in with her heart guarded high, but Harry crumbled her walls too quickly, and she knew she had no chance against him, so she let herself go into this relationship with an open mind and heart. Y/N knew that while Harry shielded their relationship, it wasn’t impossible to stop random fans from taking photos even when Harry asked them not to or to be trailed by paparazzi on a date night. Harry did his best to protect her, and Y/N knew he was doing everything he could. Being a new couple and someone no one knew about, it’s as if everyone was trying to find the skeletons in her closet. They were all waiting for her downfall.
Harry had promised her it would die down, but it seemed overnight there were articles of her everywhere, from the shops to every social media outlet. Y/N didn’t actively look for them. She knew it wasn’t good for her, and family members would send them her way. Old high school friends who still had her number began asking to hang out with her. Her parents sent her the articles because a nosy neighbor would text them. It’s as if no one was watching out for her.
She felt it was her against thousands and felt herself beginning to lose.
Y/N had a bad day, and all she wanted to do was wallow in bed, though she had already planned a date night with Harry. She would hate to cancel on him, so Y/N dragged herself to shower and got ready. While Y/N loved dressing up, the article she got sent today was about how outdated her style was and that it all looked well-loved–which meant worn out. Y/N made a decent income enough to keep a roof over her head and indulge in gifts occasionally, but she was conscious about the clothes she bought. Y/N didn’t support fast fashion; instead, she loved trading clothes with her friends or spending a day at the thrift shops with her grandmother, who always loved a good bargain. Today, all her clothing did not feel good enough, and she decided that her well-loved oversized leather jacket and black flares would do. A simple black top underneath when she got too hot in the restaurant. Y/N was lost in her head that she didn’t hear her doorbell. She broke out of her trance when her phone rang. It was him asking if everything was alright.
It would be now.
Time with Harry always healed Y/N because she knew he was worth it. It was still early days nearing the three months of dating, but Y/N knew she saw a long future with Harry. She opened the door and found him with a bouquet of bluebells. Her absolute favorite, she thanked him with a kiss and told him she’d only be a second.
The drive to their favorite restaurant was quick, the chatter about their day making time go even quicker. Y/N always loved hearing what Harry was up to because their lives were very different. Y/N worked in the publishing industry, where she edited manuscripts daily in an environment she enjoyed while Harry was world-known. He was working on his next album, and with no future tour insight, he was available to spend more time with her. Y/N’s family, specifically her older sister, would ask why Harry doesn’t post her online because, quoting Heather, “if he doesn’t post you, he clearly must not like you.” Y/N would defend Harry to her dying breath. Most of her family didn’t realize how much Harry deserved privacy. Yes, he’s a public figure, but doesn’t owe anyone anything. Harry had told her he would if she wanted him to; honestly, Y/N was fine living in their own world with Harry’s closest friends knowing.
Everything was usually good, with Y/N being in public. She’d order her favorite food, sometimes a burger or pasta. It always filled her up, and she’d take the leftovers for lunch the next day. Y/N never thought anything of it, not even when she was with Harry, but fans of Harry began to take photos of them in restaurants. They criticized her meal choices, how she held her fork and even her posture. It’s as if everything she did was something to laugh at her for. Y/N wasn’t the most confident person growing up, but she learned about self-care and respecting herself over time. Y/N grew to explore her fashion sense, began to speak her mind, and saw life with a brighter outlook. It wasn’t until she had what felt like a million eyes on her that she began questioning her every move. Suddenly, everyone had become someone to be wary of, and she hated thinking like that.
Their waiter greeted them with a smile, showing them to a table. Y/N frowned because their usual waitress, Karla, was out tonight. Harry squeezed her hand in assurance, and Y/N knew it would be fine.
“Uhh–I’ll do an iced water,” she smiled timidly at the waiter, not wanting to order alcohol or soda.
Harry looked at her confused but didn’t question it. When they returned to take their order, Y/N ordered a Caesar salad, stating she had a late lunch at work. Harry ordered her favorite pesto pasta and a plate of tilapia for him. Harry began worrying because he noticed she kept looking around and was fidgety with her hands. She kept slipping the ring she wore on her pinky that Y/N got gifted for her fifteenth birthday on and off. It’s a sign she’s nervous. He hadn’t seen her do that with him since their first date; she excused herself to the restroom before he could ask her.
He sits back in his chair confused, until he sees a quick flash in the corner of his eye.
A camera.
It would be minutes before that made its way online. Harry waved down his waiter, asking him to make their food to-go as quickly as possible. Harry stood up to go to the bathroom, needing to check on Y/N.
“Y/N,” he knocks on the door. He hears the sink, but no reply. Harry tries the next one. “Y/N, sweetheart. It’s me.” The lock of the door turns, and she lets him in. He finds her eyes red, but her mascara looks intact, almost as if she had reapplied it. Harry feels defeated. He knows this hurt is his fault, even if partially. “Oh, my love. I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head, brushing off his words, “what are you on about?”
Harry places his hands on her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks, trying to comfort them both. “Baby,” he sighs. “Don’t have to pretend with me. I’m supposed to be taking care of you can’t do that if you’re not honest.”
Those words are enough to break her open. Y/N sets forward and falls into his arms. She forgets everything outside, all those people looking at her and judging her because she knew she’d be safe here with Harry. “It’s been a hard day,” she whispers.
“That’s okay,” he assures her. “We’ll go home. Make you a cuppa and eat dinner in bed.”
“But the crumbs,” she mumbles, remembering his dumb rule.
“Fuck it. It was a stupid rule.”
Y/N giggles, and it lightens the tightness in his chest. She’s calming down and feeling better. “I only got a salad,” she pouts.
“Got the pesto for you, silly girl.”
Her eyes lighten up, “you’re perfect, Harry Styles.”
“Only for you.”
Harry gently kisses her lips, knowing she’s still sensitive. Y/N surprises him by replying eagerly, but he slows her down with a slight nip of her bottom lip, and she moans. A simple kiss wasn’t supposed to get this heated. He pulls away and sees her pout on full display instead of giving in like he usually would; he pecks her lips and guides her out of the restroom after slipping her bag on his shoulder.
“My bag looks good on you,” Y/N teases quietly.
Harry smiles at her, “yeah, think I should model for Baggu?”
“Only if they let me take the pictures.”
“No work would get done with your pretty face.”
“What’s that mean?” She looks at him with a sly smile, already knowing his response.
“That you are a pretty distraction.”
Before she can respond, Y/N realizes they’ve made it to the hostess stand, where their food awaits them all packed up. Harry slips out two hundred dollar bills and passes them forward. “Have a good night.” Harry walks them to the car, and she’s thankful no one is outside. He opens the door for her and lets her slip in. Harry sets her bag on her lap and reaches around her to buckle in her seatbelt. Y/N softens at his actions because he’s always been gentle and careful with her from the moment she met him. It’s never changed.
“Harry,” she calls for his name softly.
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Thank you,” she tells him honestly.
“Nothing to thank.” Harry presses a kiss on her cheek. Then, he puts away their food and drives them to his house. Y/N turns in her seat to look at him. He sends her a wink at a red light but keeps his eyes on the road. Y/N rests her hand on top of his, resting on the clutch. Harry feels the butterflies return, and Y/N’s touch makes him feel grounded.
Harry knows what he feels for Y/N is not something he’s ever felt before, which makes him want to protect her even more. His feelings are growing, and it’s why he knows what Y/N is growing through is something they have to deal with together, or he might end up losing her. At the end of the day, he will do whatever is best for her. Even if it means Harry not being in her life anymore.
He ushers her inside from the clothes, telling her to get comfortable while he gets dinner sorted out, but she tugs on his hand to stop him.
“Y-y-ou don’t want to talk?” Y/N asked, confused.
“You sure?”
Y/N knows she needs to stop keeping everything tucked inside. She wants to share how she’s feeling because if anyone would understand, it would be Harry. They walk over to the couch and sit next to each other. If Y/N moved another inch, she’d be in his lap. Y/N can see Harry is itching to pull her into him but is holding back. She appreciates it and does the next best thing: hold his hand tight.
“Being in the eye of the public is something I’m sure no one can prepare for, but right now, it’s all gotten too much. I don’t go online anymore because there always seem to be new photos of me. My phone constantly blows up with texts from people I stopped talking to after secondary school. My family sends me photos of every headline, asking me if they’re true,” Y/N blurts it all out. Harry listens intently as she shares how she only feels comfortable around him and her three friends from university. That support keeps her going, but he knows it will only break her down if she continues to listen to everything around her.
Harry pulls her into his arms, letting himself comfort her, but he knows it’s also for himself. He repeatedly kisses her temple as he whispers he’s got her. “Sometimes even the people we love hurt it. It’s okay to take a step back from them.”
“But they’re my family,” she defends. “I can’t.”
Harry knows it’s hard, but he needs her to understand she’s hurting more because of it. “Listen, sweetheart. We can talk to them together and set boundaries, but what they’re doing is hurting you. I-I can’t take that.”
“What do I change?”
“Nothing, you live normally. You can keep everything online private if you want. You’re allowed to live your life. Not a single person has a say in it. Not even me,” he emphasizes. “Your phone number would be good, though.”
“Was thinking of that,” she confesses. “Do you think the media will die down?”
Harry grins, “Of course. We're such homebodies. They’ll forget we even exist.” He kisses her nose. “Together. We’ll do this together if you want?”
Y/N wants Harry in her life. She never once thought of letting him go. “Together.”
“Good, now give me a kiss.” He pats her ass. “We’ve got food to eat and movies to pick.”
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an extra for late night talking!
summary: a tiny fluffy blurb of harry’s first interview since meeting you, and taking your relationship further 🫶🏼
warnings: pure fluff!!!
a/n: just a little taste of late night talking harry & y/n. more is coming!! i didn’t want to post this just yet but i cannot get the other ones done 🥲
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You turned up the radio, ready to hear Harry’s beautiful voice. It was his first interview since you’d started dating, and honestly you were quite excited to see if you’d come up. You hoped you wouldn’t, hating how quick people were to invade his privacy, but in the event that they did ask about you, you were curious to see what he’d say. After the last round of photos hit the headlines people had started to mention your resemblance to ‘kiwi girl’, though no one had really put two and two together yet. After all, with a history of dating supermodels, no one would suspect Harry would fall for a fan. Just as you got lost in your thoughts, the radio host's voice came on, introducing Harry for the interview. Even though the radio, his voice awakened the butterflies in your stomach.
He spoke about the success of Love on Tour, the millions of fans who’d seen his shows, the thousands of lives and people he’d touched. Then, he was asked about his personal life, and you held your breath, waiting to hear what he’d say about you. “And your new girlfriend, am I right in saying she’s a fan?”
“I’d hope all my girlfriends have been fans of my music.” You could almost hear the coy smirk playing on Harry’s lips.
“But yes, she is a fan. Although I’m a far bigger fan of her than she is of me,” Harry told the presenter. You smiled at his words, feeling your heart flutter with warmth.
“You seem very smitten in the photos we’ve seen, can you tell us a bit about her?" The radio host pressed, and you gripped onto your mug, eager to hear what he said. The questions were starting to get a little too personal, and it was totally vain of you, but you were completely giddy. You knew how much Harry liked you, knew how fondly he spoke about you to family and friends, but hearing him tell the world was different.
“There’s not much t’say, really. She’s great, she has a heart of gold. I’m extremely lucky to have her in my life.”
You felt a warm blush creeping up your cheeks. Since his tour had ended and you’d been able to spend more time together, not as Harry Styles and his secret, but as Harry and y/n, your relationship had gone from strength to strength. He still gave you the jitters you’d feel around a high school crush, every touch shooting electricity through your veins.
He hadn’t corrected the host when she called you his girlfriend. Whether it was out of ease or not, he hadn’t corrected her. You unintentionally tuned out of the last few minutes of the interview, trapped in your thoughts. Harry Styles’ girlfriend. You couldn’t get it out of your head, the words just echoing around your mind.
It wasn’t until you heard a key jingle in the front door that you snapped out of your daydream. You were still frozen in place, hands still wrapped around your now cold coffee. “Hi darling,” Harry greeted you as he walked around the breakfast bar. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. You melted into his embrace, never feeling as at home as you did in your lover’s arms. You looked up at him, eyes filled with adoration and longing. “You were incredible, H.”
“Thank you, love,” Harry said, his voice soft. “Got asked about you,” he smirked. “I thought you were talking about your girlfriend, not me,” you giggled, eyes sparkling. “Mhm, you are my girlfriend,” Harry grinned, lifting you onto the counter.
“Were you ever going to tell me that?”
“Telling you now,” he said, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You smiled and leaned into him, chasing his mouth for more kisses. “You can’t just tell me, Harry. Got to ask me,” you laughed, outstretched finger poking at his nose. He looked over your face, grinning so wide his cheeks must have ached. “I want to marry you,” he told you softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Wrong question,” you told him, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Just be mine, be all mine,” Harry drawled, eyes trailing over your face. Even with your unbrushed hair, stained pyjamas and coffee breath, you’d never been more beautiful to him. The early morning sun spilling in through the window illuminated every part of you, casting an angelic glow over you as you stared up at him. “Be my girlfriend, and please don’t dismiss my proposal when I ask you again,” he continued, running his hands over your hips.
"I never said no," you whispered with a teasing smile, gazing into Harry’s eyes. His lips brushed against yours with a featherlight touch, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. It was a gentle and tender kiss, filled with all the love and longing he could muster. Every kiss felt like the first with Harry, everything seemed to stand still as his tongue danced against yours, each movement like a silent promise between the two of you. A promise of love, trust and a future.
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Gurugirl's Wattpad & Tumblr Fic Recs
Anything you read in these masterlists won’t disappoint but I’ve picked my absolute favorites from each blog and listed below.
NOTE: I did my best to include all my faves here but I've probably forgotten a few. I intend to add to this list (may need to make a part 2 once I hit my mentions and link limits) because I'm always reading new fics so come back often!
Angst recs (all taken from list below but specific to the more angsty ones)
Daddy kink
Enemies to lovers
Summer vibes & party fics
Personal faves from my own writings
Other blogs I love
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@1d1195
One Shot: Right Here: one bed, nightmares, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, childhood "friendship," coworker Harry, grumpy/sunshine (I'll let you guess who's who), etc. etc. etc.
@a-strange-familiar
Series: His Memories (3 parts): you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.
@adorebeaa
One shot: Undo Me: YN reveals a kink in front of best friend!Harry, who is curious…
@awideworldoffanfics
Series: Milking the Grip (5 parts): Harry Styles is a single dad who golfs every Tuesday. Y/N is his babysitter who also happens to work at the golf course he goes to. They’ve never run into each other there. Until they do.
@be-with-me-so-happily
Series: My Way Back Home: YN is left to figure out what to do when the love of her life, Harry, does not remember loving her. (AU)
Series: Don't Worry Darling: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...
One Shot: Friendly Favor: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.
Series: Laceleaf: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she knows for a fact that anything involving Harry gets messy.
@bopbopstyles
Masterlist (anything you pick here will be a pleasure - seriously)
@fkinavocado
Series: Daddy Issues: in which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. (daddy!harry, dilf!harry)
Series: Hard Candy: in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)
One Shots & Blurbs: Long Hair Harry One Shots & Blurbs
@freedomfireflies
Series: Playboy: Welcome to 1965, where the women are loose, and the morals are looser. Here you'll meet Michelle and Harry. You don't need to know too much about them. Just that they're both incredibly bold...and incredibly jealous. The summer of June 1965 was a rather wild one for the Playboy Bunnies but even more wild for our two dear friends. Stick around and I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you all about it. You just have to promise one little thing... Don't tell Hefner.
Series: Teach Me: 5 parts - Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend?
Series: Mafia!harry: 2 parts so far - more to come - Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right. Exhibition kink!!
@goldenbuckyyy
Series: Illicit Affairs: A series of events between your affair with Harry. (Cheating together)
@harryistheonlyoneforme
One Shot: Little Freak: pairing: dbf harry x reader (so hot - so many kinks all in one little shot - must read)
@harrywritingsbyme
Sneaking Around (a series of shorts): Best friends dad - FUCKING HOT
@helladirections
Series: Brother's Best Friend: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Ft. dom/sub, rough sex, and soft words.
One Shot: Under Summer Skies: Harry and YN are longtime best friends back for another summer as the Dream Team on staff. Featuring getting called out by 12 year olds, two dumb best friends who can’t see what’s right in front of them, and lots of stargazing.
One Shot: Moka Pot: Do you think you can maybe do y/n and Harry having a slow morning routine? Like drinking tea together, doing skin together, basically just doing everything together?
@itslottiehere
One Shot: I Don't Want to Hear About Him (angsty): bff!harry writes a song about bff!reader.. and her boyfriend.
@jawllines
Harry is Y/n's Criminology Instructor (2 parts)
Harry is a single dad and y/n is surprisingly good at babysitting (2 parts)
Harry & y/n are witches, they hate eachother, and something's coming (3 parts)
Y/n knows something she shouldn't and Harry does what on Fridays? (4 parts) - Boxer!harry
Harry is a grumpy mechanic and y/n just can't stop talking (4 parts)
@jarofstyles
King of the Jungle (multi part series): Y/N’s family works for a wildlife preservation society and Harry is king of the jungle or tarzan!harry
Lone Wolf (multi part series): Harry is a grumpy alpha who has given up on finding his mate or werewolf!harry
Beauty & the Beast (multi part series): Harry is a moody, withdrawn but successful creature who needs a companion who can tend to his… needs.
@lemoncrushh
Series: The Entertainer: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones meets Harry Styles, an up and coming musician and soon-to-be rockstar. The Entertainer Part II
One Shot: Dressing For Revenge: Still heartbroken from finding your ex cheating on you, you go to a nightclub with your friend Kelsie, where not only do you run into your ex, but also a handsome gentleman who’s willing to help you get over him. Part II
@lukesaprince
Series: Intruder: You were an outside hire for a promotion Harry wanted, and he despises you for it. The hatred is mutual since Harry is a bit of an asshole, until the day of an important presentation where the tension is finally dealt with - A very steamy enemies to lovers romance (domrry)
Series: The Roommate Series: After Y/N’s best friend and roommate Alex decides to move out, she’s desperate for someone to take her place. Alex seems to have found the solution in a British fresh-to-New-York musician who ticks all the boxes. He just happens to be insanely attractive and charismatic… what could go wrong? (friends to lovers)
Series: Fratboy!harry You Can Pretend All You Want: You hate fratboys and everything they stand for, so you decide to prove one wrong by sleeping with him… safe to say it backfires (fratboy!harry, enemies to lovers).
Series: Rich: Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and finally fucks you after your weekly dinner together. A series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship.
@moonchildstyles
Series: Aster: Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time or if he just doesn't like her. tattoo artist!harry / lhh!harry
Series: Citrine: Harry's a witch and it's been along time since since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he was getting y/n out of his head. witch!harry
Series: Chiaroscuro: y/n needed a job but this place is strange and the owner is even stranger. vampire!harry
Series: Prosecco: Harry is just on the edge of 30 and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated. older!harry
@0oolookitsme
One Shot: Dazzled: In which Harry has an uneasy feeling about Y/n’s new mission but the devil ignores his guts’ screams. But the vampire as well as his fiancé, Y/n, isn’t dumb and is quick to listen and take some weight off of his shoulders. They both soon find out, why, he was feeling uneasy.
One Shot: Anything For You... And I: SMUTTY!!!! Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!Y/n
@0nlythrowharrybeaux
Friends Share (2 parts):Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.
Unavailable (2 parts): Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.
@pleasingforharry
Moans & Elevator Music (2 parts): Y/N is in a rush for an interview at her new job, but her luck gives out when the elevators shut down due to a sudden power outage. At least she isn’t alone.
@purplekiwis
Breaking the Ice (2 parts): Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t helping much either.
In the Witching Hours (will be 3 parts): Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there’s a cute, shy wizard around…
One shot: Tentmate: Friends With Benefits Y/N has always hated camping… until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)
@s-brant
Series: The Getaway Car: In a drug deal gone wrong, Y/N, daughter to a famous racecar driver, finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands she helps him evade the authorities, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives.
One Shot: Midas Touch: The night before they leave to spend Christmas with his family, a conversation with their friends makes Harry and Y/N confront the future of their marriage.
@stylesloveclub
Series: Pleasing: In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry is a Michelin star chef who thinks she’s cuter than a puppy.
@swiftmendeshoran
Series: Curvy Secret/No More Secrets Daddy: Dad's best friend (dbf!) Harry x plus size reader
@watchmegetobsessed
Series: The Sun Will Rise: You’re glad to be back at college and away from your family. Everything is back to its normal, but you have a little issue: you told your family you’d bring a date to your sister’s wedding, but you have no actual partner. An unexpected deal is made with the person you couldn’t even consider to be your friend: Harry can take the spare room in your apartment for the semester if he’ll be your date for the wedding. But can you actually live together with a guy who obviously dislikes you and you have no idea why? Can you fool your parents into thinking you’re dating Harry? And what will they think about him? Nothing is ever good enough to them, nothing that’s not as perfect as your sister, Alice.
Series: Wildest Fantasies: You’ve been struggling to finish your assignment for Professor Styles’ Creative Writing class. Inspiration is seem to be avoiding you, so to relieve some stress, you mess around with your roommates and write a rather dirty fiction of the hot professor everyone is into on campus. Due to a fatal mistake however, you end up uploading the wrong file as your attachment to your assignment and your wildest fantasies end up in the hands of the person they are about.
Good Girl (Part 2): sugardaddy!Harry / CEO!Harry x Reader
@writerpetals (writes optional male lead smut but you can easily imagine any male *coughharrycough* as the males are described as tall, well-built, with a nice head of hair - read anything this author writes - it's good, you will find almost any trope - ENJOY)
One Shot: Lakeside: werewolf!au, werewolf x reader
@zayndrivesmeinvain
Series (wip): The One That Got Away: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone? dadrry x oc | single dad!harry
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1-800-TITS = @1800titz (added May 21)
Series: The Devil is a Gentleman: "My name is Eros," the masked male cocks his head a smidge at her, and, if only slightly through the shadow casts between the parted zipper, Isla catches sight of a smile tugging at his lips on the latter fragment of his statement, "But you already know that. I'd hope, anyways. We've had a chat. Or two." His lips - his mouth. Isla ogles the latex through the peepholes of her own and wonders what shape the rest of his features take, what carves and forges his face, how his nose slopes, the assemblage of it all. "I think I recall, vaguely," she teases. "Mm. Vaguely. I'll take note of that. Well, although we are acquainted," Eros smooths his fingertips over the arm of the chair, a lavish facade of plastic masquerading. The latter fragment of his statement prompts the steady bump of her heart to spur behind her ribcage. "You will address me as Master." Isla swallows. Despite her prior train of thought looping so intently on the tracks to decipher what she believes he'd look like beneath his mask, it's entirely derailed by the serious note in his previously light cadence. She wonders how a mere introduction manages to send such a thrilling rush rolling down her spine. Eros leans forward, forearms braced to his splayed thighs, almost as if to bend to her level. "Or Sir. Master, Sir, it's all the same to me. Your preference." OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, the exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two sides of the same coin.
_miiki
Series: Artwork & Aquarelle: "Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away.
Aggressivelyfriendly = @aggresivelyfriendly
Series: Who Names the Colors: In the last year, Joanne Smith Giles, has once again become Jo Smith. In another heartbreaking turn of events, she's also the single mother of an infant, again. She knows she can do this on her own, and better at 40 than 19, but it seems weird to be launching a son into manhood, a new career as an art professor, and changing nappies all in one day. She is so thankful when Ethan, her boy, comes home from Uni. Jo could use the help. His best friend, Harry, comes round too. And his launch into manhood may be another heartbreaking turn, for all of them
ErinAlterEgo = @yourwattpadmom
Series: Late night Talking: Alex is craving something at night, and it's not ice cream. Encouraged by her husband to explore a polyamory relationship to meet some of her more....eclectic tastes, she finds herself on a dating app for the first time in her life. She expected maybe some interesting experiences, possibly her first one-night stand ever. She didn't expect to meet a man who made her question everything about herself. Harry is on a new path in his life that is exciting and different than he ever could have imagined. He's looking for excitement, experiences, but definitely not love and attachment. When he meets Alex, he sees a whole new path that he's unsure he wants to go down, but finds it hard to resist.
Hitterj (love all of her stuff!)
Series: All This Time: The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?
Series: Kiwi: If you don't know about this one by now... go read it - super duper smutty and sweet and angsty
Series: Sweet Little Lies: All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.
MysteryMixtapes (Just go read all their stuff)
Series: Stall & Stall 2: Violence/gangs/dark
Series: Perspective: Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying?
Series: Unforgettable: "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"
Peanutboyfriend (read all of Birdie's stuff - you won't regret it)
Series: Aerial: In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is.
Petit_cerise
Series: Devil's Due & Devil's Desire: Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back.
Sunflowersnstuff
Series: One Word & Wonderland: We're all mad here, it's Wonderland.
ThousandYearsOfHope
Series: Lonely Nights: Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself?
Series: Pretty Boy: One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.
Writhali (I really like everything I've read by Thali)
Series: Ambit: Gangs/violence/action/SMUT - "Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."
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MASTERLIST
ONE SHOTS
Kings of Leon
Wear something noticeable || Part 2
Equatorial Sun
What are you doing up?
My head is spinning over you
Pax Romana
Harry's grammy performance
You lied to me
Chocolate cake
Golden Boy
Nameless
Meeting her || Part 2 || Part 3
INSTAGRAM BLURBS
Dating hints
Pregnancy
Sadie Sink
Elsa Hosk
Lori Harvey
Pudderfly
Deepika Padukon
Dakota Johnson
Matilda Djerf
Gracie Abrams
Bella Hadid
SERIES
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Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?
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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.
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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?
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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.
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The Haircut
just a little (long) blurb about the new haircut! part of the young!dadrry universe, which can be found on my masterlist
enjoy!!
“Hey, Mama?”
“Yeah, H?”
“Can you do me a favor?”
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“So, why did you want me to cut your hair? I thought Jeff asked you about it before we left London.”
Harry tried not to move much because his hair was between Y/n’s fingers as she snipped away. “He did.”
“And you didn’t get it done beforehand because...”
“I like when you do it,” he said simply.
Y/n didn’t bother hiding her blush. During lockdown, she took on the mantle of keeping Harry and the rest of the Styles family groomed. Afterwards, Harry went back to getting his hair styled professionally, but she thought him asking her to do it was sweet.
“Your fans are gonna riot,” she said, running a hand through his hair to find the next strand to trim. “Not to mention your children.”
Harry’s fans weren’t the only ones who loved his longer hair. Each one of their kids, from Simone all the way down to little Natalia, loved their dad’s hair, gripping a piece of it in their tiny fists whenever he held one of them in his arms.
He merely shrugged, as much as he could with Y/n still cutting his hair. “I feel like it puts me in the right mindset for a show.”
Y/n and Harry sat in silence after that; she had a feeling he was enjoying having her full attention, a rare occurrence now that they had six children.
Six. Some days Y/n still had a hard time wrapping her head around it. They started their family when they were so young—just teenagers—and now Simone was ten years old.
But the decision to expand their family wasn’t made until Harry and Y/n were older, after Harry wasn’t in One Direction anymore, and the rules weren’t so strict, and they felt like they were ready to take care of another baby—as ready as anyone can be, anyway.
So then came Collette, and then the twins, Julian and Maeve, shortly after. Y/n was sure that four children was plenty, had told Harry she would go back on birth control again when she found the time. He pouted, but agreed, especially since they were now raising two infants at the same time instead of just one. But then lockdown happened, and Harry was around a whole lot more than he normally was, and Geneva was the result. Their last child, Natalia, also came as a surprise, though no one but Harry and Y/n thought so. But she was the perfect addition to their family, and Harry and Y/n couldn’t have been happier.
“Are you all coming tomorrow night?” Harry asked, breaking the silence.
Y/n had moved to face Harry in order to get some of the pieces right at his hairline. “It’s a school night, my love, remember? But we’ll be there Friday.”
Harry nodded, understanding, though Y/n knew he loved when all of his babies watched him perform. Now that Simone and Collette were old enough to be in school, Y/n and the kids couldn’t travel with Harry unless it was during summer or winter break. They’d had lots of discussions about homeschooling so the family could be together more, but ultimately decided their children needed as much of a normal upbringing as possible, and honestly, homeschool would just mean more work for Y/n when she was already juggling so much.
“Can you call the sitter?” he asked.
Frowning a little, Y/n paused what she was doing and tipped her husband’s chin up with a finger. She could sense there was something he was thinking about, but wasn’t saying. “What’s wrong?”
Harry met her gaze, his hair now short and cleared away from his face. Y/n wouldn’t lie, she loved when his hair was on the longer side too, but she did think this haircut suited him as well.
He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Nothing’s wrong. I just like when you’re there. You missed the entire last leg of the tour. And I know why, but I just miss having you, all of you, around.”
“I know. We miss you too, H,” Y/n sighed, her heart squeezing at the look on her husband’s face.
Harry was quick to pull her into his lap, content to wait before finishing up his haircut. He tipped forward until his nose was pressed against her chest and breathed in deeply, and Y/n held him tightly.
She knew why he was so down without him having to express himself fully. Since Simone was a baby, he always became anxious about leaving for long periods of time, and the next leg of his tour was booked out for the next few months. It was a long time, especially when young kids were involved.
Raising a family while Harry traveled the world wasn’t easy. There were of course the good moments where Harry was able to spend time with Y/n and the kids, using old tactics to sneak around and find someplace private while they spent the day together. And Y/n loved seeing the world too. She loved seeing Harry perform and point him out to Collette or Maeve or Julian as he danced onstage. “That’s your Dadda,” she would say, helping them dance or clap along to the music.
And so things slowly went back to normal, or perhaps better than normal. They were with life at home and learning the delicate balance their family operated on. He loved music and performing, but all of that could wait.
But then of course there were the more difficult moments, where Y/n and the kids had to stay home while Harry toured. There were arguments about missing recitals and games and whether those tacked on extra nights on tour were really worth it when Y/n felt like she was raising their kids by herself. “I had dreams of my own, you know,” she said once. She regretted it immediately, especially when she would never change her life for a moment. But it had to be said. Y/n felt like she was on an island by herself while her husband travelled all over the world on huge tours. And when he was home, he was working on new music. Things were supposed to be different after One Direction. Harry promised that life would be different, but they weren't, and Y/n was going to keep putting up with it.
Harry came home from tour and more harsh words were shared. He tried to convince her that he could fix everything, but she was way past believing in him, and then they were both alone. Harry eventually came home, determined to make things right. He felt like a part of him would always be making up for letting his family down. Y/n tried to tell him that wasn't necessary anymore, especially when she became pregnant again because she wouldn't be having her fifth child with him if she didn't believe in him, but he wouldn’t hear it. “We’re a team,” he’d said. “We’ve always been a team. Letting you down will always be my greatest regret. I’m sorry.”
But things were a little different now. Half their children were older and Natalia wasn’t even walking yet, though all of them needed stability. With just one look at Harry, Y/n knew what was bothering him.
“You’re a great dad, H.”
And since they were as alone as they could be raising six kids, Harry felt comfortable to shake his head against her. Y/n continued to hold him, letting him get out whatever he needed to.
“I—I don’t want to feel like a stranger in my own home, my own family.”
There were times where Harry would come home from a long tour stretch and Geneva or Maeve or Julian wouldn’t like to be held by him. Because to them, as infants, he was unfamiliar. It killed Harry, the realization that he’d been gone too long that his own children would cry when he picked them up or look at him without an ounce of recognition. It was why shortly after his first tour as a solo artist he decided to take a break from touring and making music. The fight with Y/n was part of it, but at the end of the day, Harry just wanted to be a dad, and wanted to give Y/n a chance to pursue a career after being a full time stay at home mom for so many years. He had been so used to One Direction’s style of working in the industry, which was to say that you never stopped. But it put a strain on his relationships then, and it was doing the same thing as a new solo artist. He wanted a different life, a different approach to his passion, so he decided to slow down, focus on being a dad and a partner. It was how Y/n eventually went back to school and picked up styling hair.
She saw all of it written on Harry’s face, all the insecurity and fear. Each one plaguing him despite how proud she was of his success as an artist and a father. He didn’t give himself enough credit, not nearly enough. Their family had this life because of him.
“I’ll figure something out,” Y/n promised, kissing his forehead.
Harry shook his head, the ends of his hair tickling her nose. “You don’t have to, Mama. I know school is—”
“Family is important too,” she said, knowing what he had been about to say.
He nodded, but didn’t say anything else.
Y/n kissed him once on the lips before standing up again. School would be out soon, and Geneva and Natalia would be waking up from their naps any minute now. As usual, Y/n would pick up while Harry took care of the little ones, as the knowledge of the Styles family remained a secret all these years. Some people knew, of course. The first time the secret had unintentionally been revealed being when Simone gave a report about her family tree, and her teacher called Y/n in for a meeting to tell her that her daughter believed her dad was a world famous musician. That was quite the parent-teacher conference, but she and Harry handled it. So teachers and administration knew, and NDAs were handed out left and right to protect the children’s privacy, but it was easier for Y/n to pick up the kids from school as opposed to Harry.
“And...There! All done.”
Y/n handed a mirror to Harry so he could inspect her handiwork. She’d seen his hair done enough that she knew what he liked, but she opted for something ever so slightly different, leaving a little more hair on the top so it would curl on his forehead some. She thought it framed his face better than when he pushed it back.
“I look younger,” he said, eyes still on the handheld mirror.
“You look handsome,” Y/n replied. “Or you will once you shave that thing off your lip.”
That definitely got his attention. “Hey.”
“I’m kidding,” Y/n teased. She kissed him on the cheek. “Kind of.”
“Come here,” Harry demanded.
He grabbed ahold of his wife’s waist before kissing her all over. His stubble scratched her neck, her jaw, her cheeks, as Harry moved around, planting loud, opened-mouthed kisses everywhere he could.
Y/n shrieked and giggled, trying to push away from him, but to no avail. “Harry! Ha—”
A cry sounded from the baby monitor sitting on the coffee table. Geneva. Harry and Y/n paused, waiting to see if she would turn over and go back to sleep or if she was truly awake.
Another cry, followed by a different one from another monitor.
“I’ll get Natalia,” Y/n said, and this time Harry let her go.
“GiGi,” Harry replied.
Like a team breaking from a huddle, they went to their daughters’ rooms to bring an end to the crying and met back downstairs to change and feed them. By now, Y/n and Harry were practically a well-oiled machine. They moved around each other to fill bottles and strap the girls into high chairs, and finished with singing‘Itsy Bitsy Spider’ when Geneva showed signs that she was about to cry. It was a system that worked for many years when they were at home together, and one that was perfected during lockdown. Before long, Geneva was sucking on a pouch while Natalia slowly brought yogurt chips to her mouth.
Harry raised his arm up, and Y/n met him halfway for the high five. Distance or no, they always made a good team.
Once the girls were fed, Y/n began getting ready to pick up the rest of their children. Harry kept the girls entertained, but she felt his eyes track her throughout the kitchen. Once she was done, she went over to him and gave him a kiss.
“How about we go to the venue for rehearsal, stay for the opening act and the first couple songs, and then I’ll take the kids home early,” she said against his hair, rubbing a hand up and down his arm.
“Really?”
She kissed his cheek. “I told you I would figure something out.”
Harry grinned down at her. “You always do.”
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Later that night, the Styles residence was filled with its usual commotion.
“I want Elsa!”
“We watched Frozen last week!”
“Elsa!”
“Mama, can we have chocolate?”
“I want to sit next to Daddy!”
“Move over!”
Harry tipped his head back against the couch and prayed for patience.
He thought a movie would be a fun way to end the night, and while he wasn’t sure why Y/n gave him a look of caution before, he certainly did now. His wife, of course, was upstairs putting Geneva and Natalia to bed while he got the movie set up, though now he guessed Y/n was letting him deal with all the chaos while she hid.
But Harry didn’t particularly care. He loved being home and being part of all the craziness, even the silly fights over what movie they were going to watch.
Julian, the only boy in the Styles family, sat in his father’s lap quietly, almost like he was just waiting for Simone and Maeve to stop fighting over what they were going to watch. His hair was long and curled at the ends, a result of him crying and screaming every time Y/n tried to take him to get his hair cut or do it herself. So they eventually gave up and let Jules grow it out.
“What do you want to watch?” Harry asked his son.
Julian shrugged and curled himself against Harry’s chest. It seemed he was content to just be with his dad, and Harry couldn’t help but agree.
However, when Maeve tried to rip the remote out of Simone’s hands, Harry finally stepped in.
“Alright. Saturday we’ll watch Elsa. Tonight we’ll let Simone pick. Come here, Maeve.”
Maeve was a spitfire like her mother, loud where Jules was quiet. He never imagined a preschooler to be so opinionated, but she always had something to say.
Giving up, Maeve took the spot on Harry’s right. Collette was on his left, tracing the tattoos on his arm absentmindedly. Simone finally settled on a movie, and by some kind of miracle, the house went quiet as the opening credits rolled.
He hadn’t been doing a typical tour recently, which helped him be at home more, but being at home was almost as exhausting as being on the road. He watched the cartoon with Julian on his chest, Maeve and Collette on either side of him, but before long, his eyes began to droop, each blink becoming more prolonged than the last until he didn’t open them again.
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Y/n came downstairs once GiGi and Natalia were fast asleep. She had lunches to pack and breast milk to pump before tucking the rest of her little ones into bed, but it wouldn’t take too long.
Half expecting utter chaos, Y/n’s eyes widened at the scene in front of her. Harry was fast asleep, and so was Julian, who rested on top of him, one hand up by his dad’s neck like he was reaching for something that wasn’t there anymore. Maeve dozed beside Harry, and Collette was getting close. Simone was the only one wide awake and watching the movie, her choice by the looks of it.
Y/n went over to her oldest and kissed the top of her dark hair. “How long has everyone been out?”
“Dad lasted about twenty minutes, I think.”
“A record for him,” Y/n mused.
Simone grinned wide. Seeing how long Harry lasted during a movie was something of an ongoing joke between them, and Y/n liked to think her oldest daughter liked that they shared something that was just between the two of them.
“Will you help me get Maeve upstairs?”
Nodding, Simone paused her movie and took her sister into her arms while Y/n grabbed Collette. She took Julian up next, tucking him into his racecar bed before turning on his night light and closing the door. Harry was still out cold when Y/n came back down, but Simone was at his side while she resumed the movie.
By the time the movie ended, Y/n was wrapping up in the kitchen and Harry was stretching his arms after his impromptu nap. Blinking with bleary eyes, he said, “Sorry, bug. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
Simone grinned over the top of his head at her mom, who shot her daughter a wink. “That’s okay.”
Harry looked between his two girls like he was missing something, but didn’t comment on it. “Come on. Up to bed then.”
Simone kissed her dad on the cheek, then skipped over to Y/n to do the same to her before going upstairs, leaving Harry and Y/n alone in the dark.
Looking around, Harry realized all of his children had gone to bed at some point. “I swear we have more than one kid.”
“They’re all fast asleep.”
“Really?”
“Mmhm.”
“Well then,” Harry said, his voice low after being asleep. “Might need to take advantage of this rare moment to ourselves.”
Y/n sat herself down on his lap and ran a hand through his short hair. “You know, I can’t help but agree.”
There wasn’t much talking after that. Harry was quick to capture Y/n’s bottom lip between his own, pulling her as close as she could possibly be. Y/n kissed him back, sighing as he brushed his tongue against hers again and again. She kneaded the muscles in his shoulders, gripping hard when a hand dipped beneath the waistband of her jeans.
“Love you,” Harry panted, kissing the spot where her jaw met her ear.
“Love—”
Y/n couldn’t get the words out fast enough before he was on her again, pushing her into the couch until she was spread across it.
They didn’t take it much further than that. Y/n knew Harry was too tired for more, but she didn’t mind. Sometimes kissing and touching took her back to a time when they were younger and only had one baby to look after. It made her realize that even after all these years, they were still crazy for each other.
Eventually tiredness won out, and they went upstairs, though Harry kissed Y/n’s neck the whole way to their room. It stopped, however, when they entered their bedroom and he realized they weren’t alone anymore.
“My money’s on Jules,” Harry said softly.
“Could be Collette,” Y/n countered.
They crept into the room towards the bed, and upon closer inspection, they realized Harry was right. Julian was asleep on Y/n’s side of the bed, his stuffed Mickey Mouse tucked under one arm.
Shrugging, they went about their nightly routines and got into bed. Harry kissed his wife once mumbling, “Love you, Mama,” before setting his head down on the pillow.
When Harry woke up, there were three more children in his bed, one of them on top of him completely. An excellent start to his morning, if you asked him.
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Famous Baby (social media blurb)
Who’s (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n) Dating Now?
(Y/f/n) (y/l/n) has been in the spotlight since she was 15 so it’s no surprise her relationships have been as well. From first love to whirlwind romance , we’ve seen it all from the singing sensation. She’s mainly been in serious relationships, but the lineup is impressive.
Shawn Mendes
(Y/l/n) and Mendes came into the spotlight around the same time. The pair met, instantly hit it off, and became the new young Hollywood “it” couple. They dated for three years from 2014-2017 and wrote a few of their hit songs about each other. (Y/f/n)’s song ‘Dandelions’ on her debut album is about Mendes. The love wasn’t one sided though, as Mendes reveled many of his love songs were about (y/l/n). After winning an American Music Award, Mendes said, “All of my songs are about her, so this award is as much hers as it is mine, she’s my inspiration.
We loved watching their young love romance evolve, but the two split in early 2017. (Y/f/n) discussed the breakup on the Jimmy Fallon show. “We just realized we were growing apart and going in different directions, but he will always hold a special place in my heart as my first love and no can ever replace that.”
Harry Styles
The British singer is (y/l/n)’s longest and most high profile relationship. The two began dating at the end of 2017 and remained together for four years before breaking things off. Their love caught the attention of the world and had many talking. It’s believed Styles hit song, Adore you is about (y/l/n) before they were official.
The couple raised the bar for relationships. Harry took (y/f/n) on a vacation to Greece for her 21st birthday. Which she followed up by throwing him a massive surprise party with all of his close friends and family. When asked about their relationship in an interview (y/l/n) said, “Harry is the type of boyfriend girls dream of. He loves me so well and he wears his heart on his sleeves which is beautiful.”
The breakup came as a surprise to many as it seemed the couple was going strong. It didn’t last for long though as they got back together at the end of 2022 before finally calling it quits mid 2023. Neither have revealed why they split, but both have remained consistent and committed to supporting each other.
Michael B. Jordan
During her brief break with Harry, (y/f/n) dated Creed actor, Michael B. Jordan. Despite the 11 year age gap the couple had a lot in common and spent plenty of special occasions together. Jordan helped her celebrate her 24th birthday where we got their most infamous pictures together as a couple.
The relationship lasted 10 months before they broke up and (y/l/n) was back with Styles. Despite the sudden end Jordan had only good things to say, “She’s an amazing, hardworking woman who deserves all the success she’s had.”
Auston Matthews
The newest boyfriend on the list may be NHL superstar, Auston Matthews. An insider reveals they saw Matthews and (y/l/n) at a bar together in Toronto. They were with a group of friends including Justin and Hailey Bieber, but the two seemed particularly close. The pair was also spotted leaving together at the end of the night. While nothing is confirmed, we could definitely get behind this match.
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Would you create a stepdad!harry trope? 😵😵
INSTAGRAM BLURB
stepdad!harry x y/n
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yourinstagram little kids talk about the strangest things ever
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user11 y/n is such a good mom 😫
user17 SINGLE Y/N SINGLE Y/N SINGLE Y/N
alexademie i love you guys so much 🤍
yourinstagram and we love you more!
user15 can she adopt me…i am begging
emmalouisecorrin the sweetest little family ever
user19 i’m glad she looks so happy, jacob never deserved her
user13 y/n is literally thriving now
zendaya cuties 🥰
user18 her children are going to grow up with the world’s most loving mother
gisele yes they do!
user14 jacob is missing out so bad 😭
glenne_azoff can’t wait to see you three soon! 💖
yourinstagram concert time 🕺
user12 the most adorable family
alessandro_michele ❤️ 🍓 ❤️
user20 jacob lost the baddest woman ever
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glenne_azoff it’s luca’s birthday tomorrow, let the whole world know!
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harry_lambert awe how cute 🥰
jefezoff luca is going to have the best birthday party ever
harrystyles Can’t wait to attend!
yourinstagram can’t wait to see you h ❤️
glenne_azoff i have my eyes on you two
pillowpersonpp me too!!!
kidharpoon you gotta love children’s birthday parties
alessandro_michele happy early birthday little darling luca 🎉
annetwist so adorable!
mitchrowland luca, my best bud
_basselin cutest little boy ever 🥰
gemmastyles harry said y/n was beautiful but not this beautiful
harrystyles Gemma.
yourinstagram i appreciate it harry!!!
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harryflorals HARRY AT Y/N L/N SON’S BIRTHDAY PARTY TODAY!
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harryfan20 his outfit 🙏
harryfan25 I SERIOUSLY LOVE HIM
harryfan29 it’s giving stepdad harry
harryfan22 we need stepdadrry…it’s a must
harryfan26 DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT MEANS
harryfan30 omg omg omg
harryfan21 y/n went to harry’s show the other day and then he is at her son’s birthday party…what is happening
harryfan23 jacob was probably in the corner shaking
harryfan27 harry is the cutest ever 😭
harryfan31 his fit is literally dad harry
harryfan34 i thank god everyday for letting me live the same time as harry styles
harryfan36 didn’t y/n just break up with jacob?
harryfan32 they broke up last year but didn’t announce it until last week…
harryfan35 jacob: 👁 👄 👁
harryfan37 leave y/n and her kids alone…you guys are weird
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yourinstagram happy birthday to my best friend! you are truly the best company ever, every single minute i spend with you makes me a better person. i love you bubba!
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harryfan40 THIS IS SO CUTE
harryfan43 i just noticed luca looks like jacob so much… it’s insane
harrystyles Happy birthday bubba!
yourinstagram lu said thank you 🥰
harryfan46 STEPDAD HARRY I’M CRYING
harryfan48 i dropped down onto my knees after i read his comment
glenne_azoff it’s luca’s day!!!
harryfan41 he’s so adorable
pillowpersonpp HOW SWEET ❤️
harryfan44 this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen
harry_lambert plain cuties
harryfan49 y/n constantly proves everyone that she’s a better parent than jacob
alessandro_michele luca has the best mother, he’s so blessed
harryfan42 mother of the year award goes to…y/n!
gemmastyles have the best day luca 💖
harryfan45 she parents so well
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ayaeyamamoto pre harry show!
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harryfan55 SHE IS SO GORGEOUS
harryfan50 @harrystyles don’t fumble the bag…
harrystyles Such a beautiful woman.
yourinstagram i adore you sue! ❤️
harryfan57 did he just…
harryfan52 i can’t blame harry at all, y/n is so beautiful
pillowpersonpp she took my breath away
harryfan54 MILF MILF MILF 😫
harry_lambert the most prettiest
harryfan58 you just know jacob is punching the wall right now 😭
harryfan51 he fumbled the bag so bad
annetwist so gorgeous darling 💖
harryfan56 how can you break up with this woman…
glenne_azoff that’s my beautiful best friend!
harryfan59 y/n’s beauty is unmatched
_basselin she is really stunning
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hiii! not sure if you’re open to requests, but could you do one maybe about y/n being one of the background singers for matilda and she gets really emotional during singing it! (harry wrote it about her)
just a lil blurb for you<3 thank you for the inspo xox
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pairing: boyfriend!harry x backupsinger!eader
“And let’s give it up for our wonderful ladies tonight!” Harry shouts into his microphone, leaving the crowd of Coventry to scream back at him.
“We have, Elin.” Harry announces and Elin waves excitedly.
“As, always and forever, we have Sarah Jones.” The crowd goes crazy for Sarah. “A name so good you have to say both first and last name.”
Harry turns to face the audience and notices a fan trying to get his attention more than the others. He pulls out his ear piece so he can hear better.
“Sorry?” He politely asks her to repeat.
He focuses his attention on the fan at the barricade.
“Oh your name is also two-name worthy. What is it? Annie? No.. Amy? Yes, Amy..? Amy Styles? Ah you’re funny, you.” He smiles as he sees what the fan is trying to do here.
“No it actually is!” The fan shouts back and holds up her driving license for Harry to see.
Harry kneels down and his jacket widens open and fans scream as they see more of his chest, whilst the fans behind get a great view if his bum.
He looks at the driving license before laughing into the microphone. The crowd cheers at the tiny noise.
“Are…” Harry stops to laugh again, “Are you part of my long lost family or summat?” He asks and the fan nods her head desperately. “Wow. Never knew there was more of us out there.”
He hands the driving license back to the fan before standing back up again. It’s clear that Harry is thinking about saying something, because he stares at you, next to him on stage, with wonder.
“She’s got my last name before you do, Y/N.” He says into his microphone and the crowd goes completely wild.
You shake your head at him for being so chaotic onstage. You and Harry like to keep your relationship as private as possible, which is difficult when he’s a global superstar and you’re one of his backup singers.
It’s little things like calling each other by your proper names in public, but behind closed doors you only call pet names to one another. Or, you won’t kiss on stage because that’s too PDA for you both, but behind closed it’s exactly the opposite. Sometimes Harry’s lips will be sore when he sings from how intensely he kisses you.
“Soon though, soon.” He says to you, not into the microphone but close enough so the crowd hears.
You hold up your pinky finger and nod your head in agreement.
“I haven’t introduced her yet, but you all love her so let’s have your cheers for Y/N!” Harry shouts into his microphone and the crowd go the craziest for you.
Harry then introduces that he’s going to sing Matilda and gives reasons why it’s so important to him, before the little guitar riff for the song starts playing from Mitch.
The crowd goes still as they anticipate one of Harry’s slower songs. When the words come in, the crowd start singing in a tone that is just so peaceful and lulling.
A few fans wave to you and you wave back, allowing them to have a little scream at the notion. You laugh and catch Harry smiling at the interaction.
You don’t start singing until the chorus, but when you do the same fans hype you up.
The love from the fans is so overwhelming that you start to form tears in your eyes.
It gets even more overwhelming when a red heart balloon is lifted into the air, from the crowd, during the bridge.
You have to take a step back to clear your throat, before continuing to sing, blinking back the tears in your eyes too.
You don’t expect it, but Harry reaches over and cups his hand with yours, giving you a tight squeeze in the process. You smile as you sing, looking over slightly to catch Harry watching you with awe.
The interaction between you two goes viral and becomes the trending topic for weeks to come.
When the song is over, you immediately pull Harry into you and he hugs you back just as tight. The crowd cheers not only for the beautiful song, but also for the interaction between you and Harry.
“I love you.” You tell Harry.
“I love you more.”
“I love you most.”
“Impossible.”
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mydearesthrry masterlist ❥
hi bffs!! im jules and welcome to my masterlist <3 i write for harry styles and tasm/mcu peter parker and range from different aus! my requests and asks are always open unless stated otherwise, so feel free to send in anything here!
if you do choose to request something please do keep in mind the normal restrictions, and if u want something specific feel free to specify! all my work has been written from july 23’-present!!
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harry styles <3
— oneshots —
trinkets on tour ❥✧
↬ in which you collect things from all of the tour stops, and harry loves you. (1.3k words)
harry’s house home ❥✮✧
↬ you miss harry, and he misses you even more. (2.1k) [1k+ notes]
obvious ❥✧
↬ when harry just can’t understand what you’re talking about, and he’s also your husband? (1.1k)
behind the scenes: daylight ❥
↬ a first date, a circus, and a horse named honey. (2.2k)
a compilation of ynrry on stage ❥
↬ y/n and harry are both in the band one direction, and although they aren’t allowed to publicize their relationship, their love shines through on stage in the tiniest moments. (1.2k)
sweet nothing ❥✧
↬ a very sleepy harry in an ice bath. (1.6k) [1k+, personal fave!]
love in secret ❥✧
↬ 5 times when y/n and harry just understood each other. (5.9k, check cw!) [1.5k+, author and reader favorite!!!]
a mutual understanding ✿
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hayday, braids, and chocolate ❥✧
↬ a lazy sunday at home with harry. (1.1k)
right back home to you ❥✮
↬ y/n trying to be cool about it (and failing)! (4.8k, check warnings)
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spill or fill your guts ❥✧
cloud watching ❥
sweetener (the zane lowe interview) part 1 ❥
the end ❥✧
forever ❥✧
honeyed bliss ❥✧
debriefing ❥✧
dynamic ❥
baby ❥✧
book (lovers)
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new!gf Y/N seeing the ‘olivia’ tat for the first time <900
new!gf Y/N getting jealous at a party with fbh >1k
body shots with fbh <900
universes (h.s.)
honeyed moments
☀︎︎ a collection of home videos and moments of the styles family. [husbandrry, dadrry]
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Can you write a blurb where y/n is pregnant and she and harry are at a family party or something and everyone keeps touching her bump and she’s very uncomfortable, and harry comforts her? Xx
as usual, i hated the ending for this but i hope you guys like it 🥲 let me know your thoughts and thanks for the request <33
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The world was going crazy over Harry Styles becoming a dad.
And the fact that the picture he posted on his Instagram to announce it gathered over 30m likes, making it the 10th most liked picture on the platform’s history proved it.
However, his millions of fans all over the world weren’t the only ones feeling absolutely ecstatic over his wife being pregnant with his first child, his family was also losing their minds over the news.
The Styles family loved YN to pieces, and not only Harry’s nuclear family consisting of his mom and sister, his extended family including aunts, uncles, cousins and even family friends had grown to love the girl over the years. So when Anne called up to invite them over for one of her famous get togethers, they were over the moon because they knew the couple would be there and they would catch a glimpse of a pregnant YN for the first time.
“You ready, love?” Harry said as he entered their shared bathroom where his wife was applying the finishing touches to her makeup.
“I am, just need to spray on some perfume and I’m good to go.” She said as she turned around to face her husband, and when Harry got a proper look at her his breath almost hitched in his throat.
She looked absolutely breathtaking with her navy blue sundress and the brand new bump that adorned her body.
Harry swore that he had never seen someone more beautiful.
“Look at you, darling.” Harry simply said, putting a hand on his chin, looking at her almost in disbelief.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” YN joked for a moment, battling her eyelashes at him.
“No, you’re just the most gorgeous woman on this earth.”
“And you’re a total sap, let’s go, I don’t want us to be late.”
The car ride to Anne’s house was nice, their favorite soft tunes and small talk filled the air until they got there, and before getting off the car, Harry took a moment to reassurance his wife about the evening.
“If you feel uncomfortable or want to rest let me know immediately, okay? I don’t want you or baby to be overwhelmed.”
She pecked his lips softly before speaking, “We’ll be good, don’t worry.”
They got off the car and we’re instantly met with Anne waiting for them by the door, a fond smile on her face at the sight of two of her favorite people.
“I’m so happy you made it,” she said as he hugged Harry first, “Darling! You’re absolutely glowing!” she hugged her daughter-in-law, gently caressing her bump.
“Thank you, Anne. It’s so good to see you.”
The three of them headed to the backyard where the rest of the guests were mingling, and once YN stepped foot all eyes were on her, complimenting how beautiful her bump looked.
“YN darling! Long time no see!” one of Harry’s aunts approached her, hugging her before placing a hand on her bump.
At this, she immediately tensed, not used to anyone aside from Harry touching her bump.
Harry noticed it and he placed a hand on her back protectively before speaking, “We’re going to sit down for a bit, the missus is a bit tired from the drive here.”
Once they were seated next to Gemma and her boyfriend Michal, YN squeezed Harry’s leg gently and gave him a soft smile, as a way to thank him for his previous action.
The evening went on smoothly, they ate Anne’s delicious food and engaged with family they haven’t seen in a while.
However, every time someone came close to YN, trying to touch her bump or just invade her personal space, she grew more and more uncomfortable.
“Your bump is getting so big!”
“Is the baby kicking yet?”
“I miss having a baby bump.”
Were some of the comments YN had heard all day long, and by the time another of Harry’s aunts tried to approach her, she had enough and quickly exited the backyard before she could reach her.
“Love? Are you okay? Saw you running away back there.”
Harry’s voice made its way to her ears, she was leaning on the kitchen counter, her back facing him.
“I’m okay, just needed a breather.” She said, her eyes closed and still not facing him.
“Hey,” Harry slowly approached her, standing next to her but not touching her, “Can you look at me please?”
YN slowly turned around, and once Harry saw her watery eyes with tears threatening to come out, he pulled her to his chest.
“What’s going on, love? What made you upset?”
YN took a few breaths before speaking, “I just, I’m not used to anyone but you touching my bump and being close to me, and your aunts have been all over me all evening and I guess I got overwhelmed,” she sniffed before continuing, “I’m sorry, I don’t want to be rude to your family but these hormones are acting up.”
“It’s okay love, nothing to apologize for,” he pecked her forehead softly, “Do you want to get out of here, we can leave now.”
“No, we don’t have to leave,” YN interrupted him, “Can you just, stay next to me when we go out there? I feel safer when you’re close.”
Harry almost melted at her words, and she grabbed her chin and kissed her lips softly.
“Of course, my love. I’ll always make sure you and baby feel safe and comfortable.”
And with a final shared kiss, they headed out again, Harry staying by YN’s side the entire time, making sure she and his baby were always safe.
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Sky High.
(pilot!harry x airhostess!yn)
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in which, your an airhostess for british airways, and harry’s been a pilot for british airways for the last four years, and your both working on the same a380 to the big apple.
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"So, which lucky city are you off to today?"
Cabin crew had always been a passion of yours since you were a child.
When you were young, you used to adore gazing at the impeccably dressed flight attendants as they moved gracefully through the aisles of the plane. That longing to be among them, to embody the essence of professionalism and hospitality, never wavered, even as you grew older.
So when you turned eighteen, and were fresh out of college, you signed up for flight attendant school and not once have you looked back.
The course took ten weeks and they were the best of your life, because at the end of it, you gained your wings and was ready to fly.
That was when you met Samia, your bestest friend, the two of you were in the same cabin crew training classes and had practically been inseparable ever since, it was a friendship that was made to last.
You and Samia make your way through the bustling terminal of Manchester Airport, where families were executed to finally have a nice holiday that they had waited all year for and people who were solo-travellers ready to embark on a boring old work trip.
With a grin, you respond, "New York, simply feels like forever since I’ve been there.”
Samia feigns a dramatic sigh, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Ugh, why do you get all the fun flights? I'm just headed to Dublin."
You chuckle at her mock disappointment. "Hey, Dublin's pretty great too!”
She rolls her eyes playfully. "I guess you're right. But next time, I'm definitely snagging that New York flight!"
You nudge her teasingly. "Deal!
As you and Samia continue your leisurely stroll through the bustling terminal of Manchester Airport, she suddenly stops in her tracks, a perplexed expression crossing her face.
"Wait, did you say you're heading to New York?" she asks, a hint of disbelief in her voice.
You nod in confirmation, a smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I've got a three-day layover there before heading back. Why? What's up?"
Samia's eyes light up mischievously as she leans in closer. "You know who the pilot is, right?"
You shake your head, curious about her sudden intrigue. "No, who is it?"
With a smug look on her face, Samia leans back, relishing the moment before dropping the bombshell.
"Captain Styles," she says, her voice laced with amusement.
Just like that, your eyes widen.
The dim lights of the party cast a warm glow over the room as chatter and laughter filled the air. You stood at the bar, holding an almost empty drink, observing the festivities around you. It was a celebration for the graduating pilots and cabin crew, and the excitement was palpable.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the noise, and you turned to see a handsome young man approaching you. His brunette hair had a slight curl to it, and he wore an open t-shirt with only the bottom buttons done up, showcasing his tattoos along his chest and right arm. He flashed you a charming smile that set your heart racing.
"Hey," he said, his voice smooth and confident. "M’Harry. Can I get you another drink?"
His flirty demeanor caught you off guard, but you couldn't help but be intrigued by his confidence and his striking appearance.
With a smile, you accepted his offer. "Sure, that would be great. Thanks."
As he ordered the drinks, Harry leaned in closer, his playful banter making your heart flutter. "So, what brings you to this party? Celebrating y’graduation as well?"
You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement at his attention. "Yeah, I just finished my cabin crew training. It's been quite the journey."
Harry nodded, his gaze lingering on you. "Well, congratulations. Y’must be excited to start flying high."
You chuckled at his pun, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his flirtatious remarks. "Thanks. And what about you? Are you one of the graduating pilots?"
He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Guilty as charged. But tonight, M’more interested in getting to know you."
As the night wore on, the energy of the party only seemed to intensify, fueled by the pulsating rhythm of the music and the electric chemistry between you and Harry.
With each exchange, the attraction between you grew stronger, igniting a fiery passion that neither of you could ignore.
Before you knew it, the party had come to an end, and Harry suggested continuing the festivities at his place. Eager for more time together, you eagerly agreed, your heart racing with anticipation as you made your way to his doorstep.
As Harry fumbled with his keys, his lips found yours in a heated kiss, igniting a firestorm of desire that burned hotter with each passing second. The world around you faded away as you lost yourself in the intoxicating embrace, the hunger for each other driving you forward.
Finally, the door swung open, and Harry pulled you inside, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch. With a sense of urgency, you stumbled into his apartment, the desire to be close to him consuming every fiber of your being.
And as the door closed behind you, the outside world ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you entwined in a passionate embrace, lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing.
As you approach your gate, you come to a halt, a wave of anticipation washing over you. Turning to Samia, you give her a final hug, the warmth of her embrace a soothing balm to your frayed nerves.
"I'll see you soon," you say, your voice tinged with both longing and determination.
Samia returns the hug with equal fervor, her support unwavering.
"Text me when you land, just so i know that you got there safely." she tells you you, her words a comforting reminder of your shared journey and the strength you draw from each other.
"Take care up there, and don't forget to enjoy New York," she says, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. “You deserve it.”
During the embrace, your gaze drifts past Samia, and that's when you spot him. Captain Styles, striding confidently towards the gate, his navy blue pilot uniform impeccable, a pair of sunglasses shielding his eyes from the fluorescent airport lights.
The women around him stare in awe, admiration evident in their eyes as they admire his striking looks and commanding presence.
As Captain Styles catches your eye amidst the throng of admirers, a smirk tugs at the corners of his lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
You swallow harshly, feeling a sudden rush of nerves at his knowing gaze, his presence commanding attention even in the midst of the bustling airport terminal.
As you bid farewell to Samia and take a step towards the bridge leading to the plane, your heart pounds with a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Captain Styles stands nearby, engrossed in conversation with the gate control personnel, his commanding presence unmistakable even from a distance.
As you approach the bridge, you catch Captain Styles' eye, and he immediately breaks off his conversation, his gaze fixed on you as he strides towards you with purpose.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't m’favorite cabin crew member," he says with a playful grin, his tone laced with flirtation.
You can't help but return his smile, the familiar spark between you reigniting with each step closer.
Ever since that night you spent together four years ago, the two of you have sort of started an arrangement, when one of you needs the other your there and vice versa.
But your feelings grew above just meaningless hookups.
His as far as you were concerned didn’t.
"Captain Styles, always a pleasure," you reply, your voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
He falls into step beside you, his presence magnetic as he matches your stride.
"So, headed to the Big Apple, are we?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
You nod, a surge of excitement coursing through you at the prospect of flying to New York with Captain Styles as your pilot.
"Yep, three days of layover in the city that never sleeps," you say, unable to contain your enthusiasm.
Captain Styles chuckles, his charm on full display as he leans in closer, his voice low and intimate.
"Well, if you need a tour guide while you're there, y’know where t’find me," he says with a wink, his flirtatious demeanor sending a thrill down your spine.
You play along, matching his flirtatious energy with a playful smirk of your own.
"I might just take you up on that offer," you tease, the familiarity between you sparking with every word exchanged.
As you reach the entrance to the bridge, Captain Styles stops, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of intensity and longing.
"Until we meet again, m’cloud member," he says, his voice husky with promise.
You meet his gaze, the unspoken understanding between you hanging heavy in the air.
"Until next time," you reply, your heart racing with anticipation as you step onto the bridge and make your way towards the plane.
Standing at the entrance of the plane, you greet passengers with a warm smile as they board, checking their tickets with practiced efficiency.
Beside you stands Suzie, a petite blonde cabin crew member from France, her cheerful demeanor adding to the welcoming atmosphere of the aircraft.
"Bonjour! Welcome aboard," Suzie chirps in her melodious French accent, her eyes sparkling with genuine hospitality as she assists passengers with their carry-on luggage.
You nod in agreement, echoing her sentiments with a friendly greeting of your own.
"Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen. If you could please have your tickets ready, we'll get you settled in no time," you say, your voice projecting confidence and professionalism.
As passengers file past, you and Suzie work in tandem, ensuring a smooth and efficient boarding process. You exchange glances and quick smiles as you assist travelers with finding their seats and stowing their belongings in the overhead compartments.
"Next please," you say, gesturing for the next passenger to approach, your attention fully focused on providing top-notch service to everyone boarding the aircraft.
Suzie chimes in, her cheerful demeanor infectious as she assists an elderly couple with finding their seats.
"Right this way, monsieur et madame. Allow me to help you with your bags," she says, her gentle touch earning her grateful smiles from the passengers.
As the last few passengers board the plane, you and Suzie share a brief moment of camaraderie, a silent acknowledgment of a job well done.
As the final passengers settle into their seats and fasten their seatbelts, you and the rest of the cabin crew begin to make your way down the aisle, ensuring that everyone is safely secured for takeoff. With practiced ease, you exchange reassuring smiles and nods with passengers as you pass, checking seatbelts and offering assistance where needed.
Once you confirm that all passengers are securely strapped in, you make your way to the front of the cabin, ready to perform the mandatory safety demonstration. Standing in the aisle, you and the other cabin crew members demonstrate the proper use of seatbelts, oxygen masks, and life vests, your movements fluid and precise as you emphasize the importance of safety during the flight.
As the plane taxis towards the runway, you continue the safety demonstration, pointing out the locations of emergency exits and demonstrating the brace position in case of an emergency landing. Your voice is calm and reassuring, your demeanor projecting confidence and competence to the passengers seated before you.
Three hours into the flight, you find yourself in the crew mess area, diligently preparing warm nuts for the passengers as part of the in-flight service. The gentle hum of the aircraft fills the air, a comforting backdrop to the routine tasks at hand.
Suddenly, the sound of the call button interrupts the steady rhythm, prompting you to glance up from your task.
With a quick exchange of glances with your fellow cabin crew members, you make your way towards the source of the signal, ready to assist the passenger in need.
Approaching the row where the call button was activated, you find a mother and her little girl, the child looking pale and visibly uncomfortable.
Concern washes over you as you inquire, "Is everything okay? How can I assist you?"
The mother looks relieved at your arrival, her voice tinged with urgency. "My daughter isn't feeling well. Do you have a sick bag?"
You nod empathetically, understanding the urgency of the situation.
"Of course, let me grab one for you right away," you assure her, before swiftly making your way back to the crew mess to retrieve a sick bag.
Returning to the passenger's row with the sick bag in hand, you offer it to the mother with a sympathetic smile.
"Here you go. I hope this helps. Is there anything else I can do to assist you and your daughter?"
The mother gratefully accepts the sick bag, her expression conveying a mix of relief and gratitude.
"Thank you so much. This should do the trick. We'll let you know if we need anything else," she says, her voice soft with appreciation.
You nod, reassuring her that you're available should they require any further assistance.
Just under four hours into the flight, you find yourself tasked with delivering the pre-ordered meals to the cockpit crew. Carrying a tray with their dinner selections, you make your way to the front of the aircraft, where the cockpit door awaits.
Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you knock lightly on the door before pushing it open, revealing the familiar sight of Captain Harry and First Officer Max at the controls.
"Dinner delivery," you announce with a smile, stepping into the cockpit.
Harry looks up from the control panel, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. "Ah, if it isn’t the queen of the clouds herself," he says, his tone playful yet subtly flirtatious.
Suppressing a smile, you approach him with the tray, presenting him with his sushi and a glass of apple juice.
"Here you go, Captain Styles. Enjoy your meal," you say, your voice steady despite the flutter of excitement in your chest.
You bend down in front of the captain, knowing that it will simply drive him crazy, and because we’ll….your a little tease, your skirt isn’t that short, because it’s not aloud to be but it certainly does the trick, because you softly hear him take a small intake of breath which has you trying to surpress your smile.
You then stand back to a normal height and give the first officer his choice of food for the night.
Max looks up from his own console, offering you a polite nod of acknowledgment.
"Thank you," he says, his tone professional as he accepts his lasagna and a glass of milk.
You return his nod with a polite smile, acknowledging his presence before turning your attention back to Harry.
"Is there anything else I can assist you with, Captain?" you inquire, trying to keep the conversation light and professional despite the underlying tension between you.
Harry's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
"I don’t think there is no." he replies, his tone teasing yet filled with underlying sincerity.
As you turn to leave the cockpit, you catch Harry's gaze and offer a sheepish smile.
"I should probably go wash my hands," you say, feeling a sudden need to break the tension in the air.
Harry chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling with amusement.
"Of course, can't have our cabin crew getting their hands dirty," he teases, his tone light yet tinged with a hint of flirtation.
You laugh along with him, grateful for the playful banter that eases the atmosphere.
"Exactly," you reply, eager to retreat from the intimate confines of the cockpit before things become too heated.
You make your way towards the bathroom as you had initially intended. Pushing open the door, you step inside, grateful for the momentary solitude the confined space offers.
Turning on the tap, you let the water flow over your hands, the cool sensation refreshing as you lather them with soap. With practiced efficiency, you scrub your hands clean, ensuring every trace of dirt and germs is washed away.
Once satisfied with the cleanliness of your hands, you rinse off the soap and reach for a paper towel to dry them.
As you pat your hands dry, you take a moment to glance at your reflection in the mirror, adjusting your uniform and smoothing down any stray hairs that may have escaped your notice.
As you are preparing to leave the bathroom, the sound of the door opening behind you catches your attention, causing a slight flutter of nerves to rise in your stomach.
Without turning around, you sense someone entering the small space, their presence filling the air with an unspoken tension.
Gulping nervously, you finally muster the courage to turn and make eye contact with the newcomer.
The sight of the familiar uniform and the commanding aura that surrounds them leaves you momentarily speechless, your heart pounding in your chest.
You swallow heavily.
“Hello, Captain.”
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a good life
in which harry and y/n decide on a name for their baby (with minimal bickering).
I think for now this will be the last blurb I write while y/n is still pregnant</333 going to start expanding to blurbs about them parenting so feel free to send requests in!!!!
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content warnings: pregnancy/pregnant y/n
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"How about Reign?"
"We're not the Kardashians, Harry."
He resists the urge to roll his eyes as Y/N shoots down another one of his name suggestions, using the ball-point pen to scratch the words out on his list. She glances down at her phone and purses her lips.
"Okay, my next suggestion was May."
"That's cute," Harry murmurs, "Although, I had a cat when I was little named May. She got rabies because we found her on the street. It was kind of traumatizing if I'm being honest."
Immediately, Y/N deletes the name May from her list.
"Do you have any other good ones?" she asks as she leans forward to grasp the cup of tea Harry made her when she got to his place. She's still struggling with not drinking coffee, even though it's been months since she stopped. Harry insists that green tea is a good substitute, but so far, she doesn't believe him.
"I feel like you'll hate the ones I have left," he replies, peering up at her. She shrugs, a silent response of try me. "Alright, the last few that I came up with are: Noel—"
"Cute, but I think it's too Christmas-y."
"—Holly—"
"Are you just really into Christmas-themed names?"
"And Clementine."
She pauses. He can see the gears turning in her brain as she contemplates it, the pad of her finger running over the rim of the ceramic mug in her hands.
"I think I really like that, actually," she says softly. "Clementine. It's sweet."
Harry nods, a jolt of energy firing through him. "Yeah, I was thinking we could call her Clemmie or Clem for short. I don't know, thought it was unique."
"It is," she agrees, her left hand finding her bump, "Are you our little Clementine?"
He smiles. "And I know we decided she'd have Styles as a last name, but I was thinking, since you've always loved having the name middle name as your sister, maybe we could give her the same one. Or maybe the same one as your niece."
Y/N swallows, attempting to get rid of the lump in her throat as she nods quickly. They'd decided on carrying the Styles last name on with her a few months back — she didn't feel very strongly about them all having the same last name, explaining that she would always be her mother regardless of whether or not they shared that. (Harry couldn't agree more.) But she'd only mentioned once or twice that she thought her niece's middle name was adorable, and she liked her family tradition of keeping middle names the same. When she and her sister were younger, it always felt like this little connection they had that no one else did.
"Grace, right?" Harry asks, breaking her out of her thoughts. "Your niece's middle name?"
She nods, "Yeah, Grace."
"Clementine Grace Styles."
"I like it," she says quickly, unable to ignore the tears clouding her waterline, "It's pretty. I really like it."
"Me too. I think Grace fits perfectly."
They stare at each other for a moment, the gravity of finally giving her a name settling in. She's no longer this little nameless fruit floating around in her tummy (although Harry still provided weekly updates on her size — currently, she's a cantaloupe, which is slightly terrifying for Y/N to conceptualize).
"Do you mind if I...?"
Even with the boundaries they've broken, nearing "couple" territory as opposed to platonic co-parenting, he's still extremely cautious of Y/N's boundaries. He never wants to make her feel uncomfortable, especially because he knows she's been on the receiving end of some awful side effects.
But, even if it's a secret she keeps to herself, she really adores when she gets to lay back and watch him talk to her belly.
She nods at his open-ended question and settles against the cozy pregnancy pillow he bought months ago. Gently, he flips her sweater up and presses a chaste kiss right above her belly button, making her shiver.
"We can't wait to meet you, Clementine Grace," he mumbles lowly, "Please give your mummy an easy time for the next two months, okay? She's getting really tired, but she's been so strong. She even lets me sing to you without pushing me away."
Y/N snorts and Harry glances up with a small smile. She raises her eyebrows expectedly, encouraging him to continue.
"Anyway... we're just really excited." his eyes flicker up to hers and she swallows. "I think we're gonna have a good life together."
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