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ifancyharry · 1 year

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Cuddly baby

Cuddling like this with Harry has been a dream of mine since i was like 13 years old 😔 he'd be sooo soft

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What is it: Harry comes back from work and wants needs a cuddle; almost no plot just fluff

YN shut the door behind her, taking a step to enter her and Harry’s home and turning the light’s switch on the side, the previously dark house lighting up in an instant, turning the dark and cold atmosphere into a cozy one.

She loved their home.

Growing up YN never really took part in decorating her childhood home, because it was her mum that bought furniture so she went with whatever her mum liked, and when she moved to London, she was a broke college student, so buying fancy furniture wasn’t exactly her priority.

When Harry had asked her to move in, his house was already decorated, and honestly, YN liked it as it was, but almost immediately, Harry made it clear that was also her house now, and he wanted her to be comfortable in his space, so he gave her his card and told her to buy everything she wanted.

YN didn’t really know where someone with Harry’s amount of money would go to shop for furniture, so she asked him if he was fine with IKEA and he had agreed, because he didn’t really care as long as she was happy.

When it came to Christmas decorating, though, it was a whole other deal.

Harry loved Christmas, and when YN asked him if he wanted her to take care of decorating alone — since he’d come back home on the 15th —, he got a little upset and whined like a baby for the entirety of their call, turning in his usual chatty self only after she’d told him she would wait for him and they’d go Christmas shopping together when he’d be back from Los Angeles.

So, when she walked in their shared living room, YN smiled happily at the sight in front of her, walking towards the Christmas tree to switch on its lights.

She then made her way upstairs, hurrying up the stairs, eager to remove her uncomfortable work clothes to wear something more comfortable.

She walked in her closet and took out one of Harry’s merch hoodie, which ran oversized on her and was honestly so comfy, pairing it with some sweats. YN never really understood people that don’t change immediately after coming home. She cringes at the mere thought of relaxing in jeans. She could never!

After a quick shower to warm her limbs, she changed in the clothes she’d picked out earlier and sighed happily when her skin met with the soft fabric of the hoodie, the scent of the fabric softener Harry always used when doing laundry, filled her nostrils and she felt truly relaxed for the first time ever, the sudden realization that it was the 20th and she finally had some time off of work taking place, soothing her running head. It always took her a while to get accustomed to he holidays, always so busy with work, and she never truly felt free until Harry was free from work too.

He’d just came back less than a week ago, and he still had a couple of interviews and some charity events he was supposed to attend before closing everything on the 24th.

To her, it was truly crazy how someone could work until Christmas Eve, and she told him many times, but he always shrugged it off telling her he was used to it. To YN, it didn’t make it any better.

After picking a book from their office’s bookshelf, she made her way back downstairs, plopping down on the couch.

She rested her head on the arm rest and scooted down so she could be comfortable enough to stretch her legs and lay down.

She opened her book and started reading to occupy the time it would take Harry to come back home.

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A couple of hours had passed when YN heard the front door shut softly and the sound of keys tilting in the dish placed by the door. She smiled to herself, not raising her eyes from the book. Harry was finally home.

When he made his way in the living room, he was still wearing his work clothes — just jeans and a sweater, but they were still work clothes to him — but he had removed his shoes. Yn eyed him briefly before tapping the screen of her phone that rested on the coffee table and she frowned at the time, it was past eight o’clock. She knew he must have been exhausted.

“Hey, my love” she whispered, resting her book open on her chest and stretching her arms towards him.

Harry smiled lazily at her and at first sat down on the couch near her feet, resting one hand on her ankle and thumbing at her exposed skin absentmindedly.

YN knew not to question him. It wasn’t the first time he’d come back from work and didn’t feel like talking, so she usually would let him do his thing until he felt like being social again. She understood how hard it must be to always be expected to be happy and laid back, so she didn’t want him to feel like he had to pretend at home too.

Two beats passed and YN picked up her book again, resuming her reading.

She felt Harry shuffle in his place at her feet, and after a while she felt him sneaking up her body, resting his smushed cheek against her chest and she opened her legs a bit so he could rest comfortably between them. She intertwined one of her legs with his and Harry sighed heavily against her chest, moving his head so he could splatter light kisses against her covered skin.

YN switched the book from one hand to the other, holding it open with just one hand and burying the other in Harry’s hair, removing the hair clip from his curls and placing it on the hem of her hoodie. Once his hair was free, she started to tug gently at the roots, alternating the tugs with a gentle massage on his scalps with her fingertips.

His body was starting to get warmer, and she loved feeling his body weighting on her. Harry always used to joke that if he could get inside her skin he would, because he never seemed to feel close enough to her.

After some time, YN closed the book, marking the page folding the ear of the page, and placed it on the ground. Harry had fallen asleep, and she didn’t want to wake him stretching to the coffee table, so the ground would do just fine.

She kept playing with his hair with one hand, smoothing the hair from his forehead so she could see his face better. He looked so peaceful with his cheek smashed against her chest, his plushy lips red and slightly opened, small breaths puffing out of his round cheeks.

She loved him like this, soft and tender. She brought her other hand down and started caressing his back in circles, hoping to soothe the tension off of him.

“My baby” she whispered, tilting her head a bit so she could plant a kiss on his hair line.

Harry mumbled something incomprehensible at that and she tugged gently at his hair, “what?”

“I’ll get up in a bit” he repeated, muttering, his eyes still closed and his words coming out strangled from his squished cheek.

“No need, you’re like my personal teddy bear” she giggled softly, pressing another kiss to his hair line.

“Love you so much” he mumbled, never opening his eyes. He squeezed her a little harder with his arm and she smiled against his hair.

“Sleep now, I’ll wake you when it’s time for bed”

Harry nodded against her chest and his hair tickled her chin.

“Love you too, cuddly baby” She whispered, resuming her massages with her hands. Harry was already asleep again, and she knew he probably didn’t hear her, but she knew she’d tell him how much she loved him as soon as he’d wake up. She truly did love him, cuddles and all.

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becauseheartsgetbroken-hs · 2 years

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| Harry Styles sleeping |

#harry styles #Harry styles sleeping #He is so cute

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loustyles · 1 year

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Harry Styles and David Dawson MY POLICEMAN (2022) dir. Michael Grandage

#stylesedits #trackinghome #harry styles #david dawson #moviegifs #my policeman #filmedit #dailylgbtq #making gifs bc i cant sleep #and cant stop thinking abt the touches and the looks :(((#gedit

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oksfranta · 11 months

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Love on Tour | Amsterdam Night 2 [x, x, x]

#harry styles #stylesedits #stylesnews #hlcreators #hljournal #hlupdate #hledit #trackinghome #1dsource #tracksintheam #stylesarchive #hslot #hslot amsterdam2 #i should be sleeping and not making gifs lol #okay but i'm actually kinda proud of these sgjhf #my stuff

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kiwikiwiandkiwi · 2 years

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Harry Styles — For Nardwuar Serviette

#harry styles #stylesnews #stylesedits #hledit #hljournal #hlcreators #harry #nardwuar #hsh promo #aug22 #2022 #this interview was a blessing #i skipped my precious sleep to make this #lol at me #*

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delicatepointofview · 2 years

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Peace!

#harry styles #stylesnews #stylesedits #hledit #hlcreators #hljournal #1dsource #gif*#he cracks me up djkfjkdsf #i will treasure this interview forever #now im got tf to sleep its ungodly hours but this got me hyped

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miss-styles · 2 years

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Technical struggles on tour but they're (once again) seven years apart

#harry styles #stylesedits #1dsource #trackinghome #tracksintheam #hlupdate #hlcreators #hljournal #*#my:gifs #hs:gif #once a drama queen always a drama queen #i lied #i didn't go to sleep

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pridesobright · 11 months

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HARRY'S HOUSE · one-year anniversary

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#stylesnews #hlupdate #hlcreators #harry styles #harry's house #i'm a week late #things got out of hand #and i'm lacking sleep #BUT I LIKE IT!#*#hs #my letters

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atlafan · 1 month

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#harry styles #sleep paralysis demon #he’s so fucking scary #resting bitch face x 100

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alloutshirt · 1 year

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#wanted to write 'made an entire fandom grow up to be queer while also being the only woman harry styles ever looked at' but it didn’t fit #x #i really should be sleeping but im gonna have sm fun with this

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letthewhumpbegin · 7 months

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Dunkirk (2017)

#dunkirk #dunkirk movie #harry styles #fionn whitehead #whump #whump gifs #sleeping #sarahsposts #ltwbdunkirk

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tpwkwriter · 2 years

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Late night talking.

- the couples version of late night talking. Ft a slightly clingy Harry 🫶

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Harry came back from a long studio session just after midnight, he was expecting his girlfriend to be fast asleep in there shared bed, but to his surprise there she sat scrolling on her phone in the darkness of there room.

“And why aren’t you asleep?” He questions, while grabbing tossing off his shirt and discarding it to the pile.

“Dunno just can’t” she hummed

“C’mere” she whined, arms spread, awaiting for her lover.

Within seconds he lays his head on-top of y/n’s tummy and wraps his exsposed inked arms around her thighs, allowing the girl to automatically run her hands through his tousled hair.

“Missed you” he sighed

“Speak to me love..how was your day?” He ponders.

“Mm, well saw my m’mum today, starting to thinks she loves you more then me though, always wondering and asking bout you” she smiles

“Anyways, saw Sarah too, she tells me you and Mitch have got some good songs on the go, always love hearing about that”

“Excuse you, we alwaaays have good shit going on” he laughs, running his fingers up and down her thighs.

“Mmhmm of course you do pretty boy, but yeah pretty basic, compared to my rockstar boyfriend” she smirks twisting and twirling his curls.

“Damn Right im a Rockstar Baby, Infact your rockstar” he says in a matter of faculty.

“Got a few days off now love, so we can do whatever” he says peppering kisses onto you.

“Mm’Kay” she smiles, “sounds good to me”

The conversation fell into a comfortable silence, y/n still played with the what was now a sleepy boys hair, when she randomly blurts, “d’ya remember our first date?”

“M’love, how could I not, it’s my favourite memory of us” he mumbles

“3 years ago now” he adds

The realisation of 3 years sinks into y/n’s heart it also hits her she’s had 3 years worth of loving and memories with this man.

“Wow..crazy right”

“I never thought we’d be here, in this position y’know” she continues

“Why?” He asks

“Just thought you weren’t interested y’know, felt like you were way too out of my league, thought I scared you off” she smiles at the fond memory of that night.

“Never knew that love” he murmured.

Y/n recited the story of there first date and how it planned out and before she knew it the clock beside her bed read 2:54am, she smiled down at the sleeping boy who still remained wrapped around her,

“My stories that boring hmm?” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

She slowly released her grip on him, to pull the duvet up, to cover the couple, due to her actions Harry stirred slightly and eyes slowly opened.

“It’s ok H, you can sleep” she said wrapping the duvet up to there shoulders and flinging her left arm over the mans torso and he automatically held her hand with his right one.

“Goodnight, love” he whispered softy kissing the temple of her head.

“Goodnight, H” she said, sinking into his side slowly.

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