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Honeymoon Avenue

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“Harry.”

Silence.

“Harry.”

More silence.

Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a stray piece of hair out of her face. Straddling Harry’s waist on their shared hotel bed, she shook his shoulders with both hands. “Bubba. Wake. Up.”

“Huh? Oh hi.” Harry slowly blinked his eyes open to find his wife sitting on top of him.

His wife. Even though he had proposed, and even though he was there standing in front of Y/n to put the ring on her finger as they exchanged vows, Harry still couldn’t quite believe that they were married.

Seeing the way she was sitting on him, he grinned, his hands reaching up and underneath her shirt to lazily trace patterns along her back. Harry’s grin deepened when he felt goosebumps rise along her spine.

“We were supposed to go watch the sunrise,” she pouted a while later. She was sitting on top of the ridiculously large marble bathroom counter in their ridiculously large hotel bathroom. Y/n had told Harry multiple times that she was more than comfortable staying somewhere less extravagant, but he insisted, never one to shy away from his love for the finer things in life; that and the hotel they were staying at had a fantastic security team, something Harry was interested when he helped her plan their honeymoon.

Y/n tried to stay on task and remember why she had been trying to wake Harry before the sun rose in the first place, but with the way he was looking at her and how one of his hands took one of hers and brought it to his mouth and began kissing along her palm and down her wrist, she could hardly think straight. She felt herself lean down almost involuntarily, pressing her lips to his. Harry hummed happily as he kissed her, no longer tired or curious as to why Y/n had decided to wake him up when it was still dark outside. He was quick to slip her shirt up and off of her, flipping them over so that she was against the bed and he hovered over her. Y/n whimpered quietly against Harry’s lips as he pushed her deeper against the mattress, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand brought her leg up to wrap around his waist, grinding against her to let her know just how awake he was now.

It was slow, unrushed, Harry and Y/n both too sleepy to do more than hold each other closely and press lazy kisses on lips and warm skin. Y/n gripped his hair, which had grown longer and curlier since the wedding. While they were out, Harry usually wore a ratty cap to tame it, but she loved the length, loved running her fingers through the silky strands.

Harry murmured sweet nothings in Y/n's ear, groaning when she squeezed around him tighter. He swallowed her moans with kisses, nibbling gently on her bottom lip until she fell apart beneath him.

Harry stepped out from behind the foggy glass shower doors, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair extra curly from the steam. “I’m sorry. Tomorrow maybe?”

“I doubt it,” she huffed. “We’ll just end up back where we started this morning.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” Harry asked her, leaning both of his hands on either side of her. “You.” A kiss to her jaw. “Me.” Her cheekbone. “Hours and hours to ourselves with absolutely nowhere else to be.” He kissed her lips this time, and he could taste the minty flavor of her toothpaste on her tongue.

Y/n brought her hands up to wrap around Harry’s neck and pull him even closer, her calves brushing the spot where towel met skin on Harry’s waist as she circled them around his middle. She felt his hands move underneath her coverup, cold to the touch from leaning against the marble countertop. Her feet began to push his towel down, but Harry pulled away from her with a final kiss before she got the chance.

“Now, I know I’m absolutely irresistible, but I’ve made plans for us this afternoon,” Harry said, helping Y/n off the counter. Her mouth widened in surprise, but Harry just kissed the top of her head and left the bathroom to get ready for their day. “And make sure you wear something you feel comfortable hiking in,” he said over his shoulder.

She shook her head in disbelief at his antics, though this far into her relationship with Harry, Y/n supposed she shouldn’t have underestimated his playful side.

“What? You mean you couldn’t find someone to carry us on gold couches wherever we’re going?” she asked him teasingly as she followed Harry into the main area of their suite.

He turned towards her, a light blue t-shirt fisted in his hands. “Well, I tried, but they were all booked up.”

About twenty minutes later, the newlyweds were out the door and ready to start their day. They waited outside for the car Harry had rented to come around, Harry holding Y/n close to his chest, moving her braids aside so he could kiss the side of her neck. She didn’t say anything at first, too wrapped up in his touch to remember they were out in the open and not hidden away on a secluded beach or back in their suite.

“People could see us, bubba” she mumbled quietly under her breath.

He only stopped to kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. “Let them.”

Y/n swiftly turned around in their small bubble so that they were facing each other. Harry didn’t hesitate to kiss her on the lips, and on instinct, she threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him closer.

“I don’t want to be one of those couples,” she told him when she finally came to her senses enough to lean back from him.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, all over each other and throwing what they have in other people’s faces. You know that.” What she didn’t have to say was that she also didn’t love having their more intimate moments captured on camera because she knew he felt the same way; though obviously he felt different about it today. It made Y/n feel like it wasn’t just the two of them in their relationship, like she was sharing that side of Harry with the rest of the world. They could have his music and his charisma and his charm, but there were some parts of him that she selfishly wanted all to herself.

And it was embarrassing to be sent pictures of her and Harry making out on the beach back home by one of her family members.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Harry said, kissing the tip of her nose. “I just love you too much, I think.”

She heard a car pull up behind them and turned around, her hands still on either side of his face. “Come on, our ride is here.” Taking her hand in his, they walked the few steps to the car, Harry opening the door for Y/n. She didn’t react, but only because he’d been doing it every day since they got here.

Y/n grinned as her heart melted into a puddle at her feet. The rest of the world be damned, she thought. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him, reaching up on her toes and holding his face in her hands. Pulling away, she kissed all over Harry’s face, grinning when he began to blush.

Here being Fiji. It had taken a while for the two of them to settle on somewhere both of them wanted to go. Harry wanted their honeymoon to be relaxing and full of spending nearly every moment in their bed. “We can do that anywhere,” Y/n told him when he kept showing her secluded islands that only had white sand as far as the eye could see.

“Oh we can?” Harry had asked her, wiggling his eyebrows and suddenly ready to turn in for the night.

“Don’t give me that look, I just meant that we should have a little adventure too.”

“We can be adventurous,” He’d said, but she just smacked his chest in reply.

“Focus. We need to get this done before it’s too late.”

Harry eventually sat back in his seat instead of practically sitting in hers at the kitchen table. He knew Y/n was organized and liked to do things as efficiently as possible. He had the urge to tell her that wherever they looked, someone would always make a space for them if his name was on the booking, but he liked watching her comb through various websites and trying to find the best place that had what both of them wanted, so he let her do her research and gave his opinion when she asked for it.

So now they were in Fiji, on their way to hike up to some waterfall.

This particular activity Harry had looked up all on his own. Well, it was more like a friend of his mentioned it when Harry said that’s where he and Y/n were going for their honeymoon, and from there he tried to figure out more, thinking she would love it. He never actually told her where they were going today, but she was always up for doing something outside the confines of their hotel—sailing, surfing, dancing in nightclubs (though Harry had to admit he liked that one too). He enjoyed all of them, really, but it was like Y/n was constantly full of energy; he was always tugging on her hand and pulling her back into bed or to his towel on the beach. He was surprised she hadn’t tried to go for a run while they’d been here, but he was happy to wake up next to her every morning all the same.

“I can feel you staring at my ass, bubba” she called over her shoulder.

Harry walked behind Y/n as they continued up the trail together, admiring her behind the dark shades of his sunglasses. She was quiet for most of their hike up to the waterfall, except for the few times she asked where they were going or what he was up to, finally having given up twenty minutes ago when Harry just kept grinning and shook his head.

Harry’s face split into a grin as he took a few more strides to take her hand in his. “I wasn’t.”

He was a terrible liar, they both knew that, and his cheeky little smile did nothing to help his case. “You were, but that’s okay,” she told him, raising a hand to her face to shield herself from the sun. She was wearing sunglasses, a gift from Harry once he realized she was constantly using her hand to keep the sun out of her eyes, but it seemed like the habit stuck.

They walked some more, talking about random things as they took in everything around them. Y/n was surprised that Harry had a day planned for them outdoors. Not that he wasn’t the outdoorsy type—they’d gone on all sorts of adventures together when their schedules allowed it—but he had been so adamant that this trip was about relaxing and staying in bed for as long as possible and trips to the spa (together of course). When they came to their destination, though, she saw why Harry would’ve wanted to come up here.

“I wasn’t,” Harry insisted, but Y/n only shook her head, amused by his refusal to admit when he checked her out, having done it often enough that they’d had similar conversations before. Since they'd gotten together, he openly admired Y/n, something that had earned him relentless teasing from friends for years.

But this wasn't the same, not really. He was just admiring her in general, stunned into silence by the fact that someone as kind and beautiful as she was his wife. But Harry would never admit that so easily, not if he wanted to avoid being relentlessly teased by his wife for being so thoughtful and romantic. She would call it cheesy, but he always thought he was charming, endearing.

“Oh, Harry,” she breathed, her eyes taking in the huge waterfall in front of her. Y/n had heard the water crashing into the large pool before they’d reached it, but seeing it all up close made her stop.

“You like it?” Harry asked, watching her reaction. She would tell him that he should be looking at what he’d obviously brought them up here for, and she would definitely punch his shoulder for saying this out loud, but he thought she was a much more incredible sight to behold.

Y/n nodded, her eyes quickly darting from the top of the waterfall to where it ended in a pool of crystal clear water. “Is it—”

“Safe to swim in? Yes. Wouldn’t have brought you here if it wasn’t. Come on,” he told her, nudging her arm a bit to get her moving again. She blinked out of her momentary daze and began to shed her clothes like Harry had.

Before he could slip off his shoes, Y/n pulled Harry down to her lips. She pulled away from him almost as fast as she had kissed him. “Race you to the waterfall,” she said quickly before taking off toward the edge of the pool.

It took Harry hearing the sound of Y/n's splash in the water to get Harry moving. Slipping off his shoes, he raced after her, his jump into the pool not quite as gracefully as she probably did. It wasn’t a long swim, but she still beat Harry, waiting for him on the other side of the waterfall with a victorious grin. He swam the last few feet to where she seemed to be sitting on a large boulder. It was shallower on the other side, just enough for Harry to stand comfortably and hold Y/n when he pulled her off her perch.

“I won,” she said proudly. It was loud with all the water crashing into the pool, but she was close enough for him to hear her gloat.

“You did,” he replied, but from where Harry stood, he thought he was the one that had won.

He kissed her then, something he never got tired of doing. Her lips were cold and wet against his own from their swim, but holding her like this made Harry feel like he had been set on fire. He involuntarily shuffled them so that Y/n was pinned against the boulder she’d been sitting on. She whimpered from the cool surface making contact with her back, feeling both hot and cold at the same time as Harry followed a single droplet of water that fell down her neck with his lips and tongue.

Harry’s hands traveled from where they had been cupping either side of her face to her back, pulling at the strings of her swimsuit until they came loose, then doing the same with the tie at her neck.

Removing her arms from around his neck she covered herself, feeling self-conscious even though no one was around to see her now bare chest. Harry tried to carefully pry her arms away, but Y/n shook her head, refusing to uncross them.

“What are you doing—Hey I’m gonna need that!” A nervous giggle bubbled up and out of Y/n as Harry waved her bikini in her face and tossed it behind him, mumbling don’t need this as he threw it over his shoulder and it landed in the water with a resounding slap!

“Oh, she’s shy now,” Harry joked, gently removing a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “Come on darling,” he said, trying to coax his wife back out of the shell she’d hidden inside, kissing her on the tip of her nose. “There isn’t another soul for miles. It’s just you and me.”

She knew that, but she still couldn’t shake the nervousness that overcame her just then go away, the mere thought of someone other than Harry seeing her so exposed a little frightening.

Harry pressed a feather-light kiss to her cheek, then the other, and then both sides of her jaw, peppering her face until he was a hair’s breadth away from her lips. He hovered there for a moment, looking at Y/n with a question in his eyes. He could tell she was opening up, the grip her arms had around her body wasn’t so tight anymore.

“You know,” Harry said, letting go of her for a second to locate the top half of her swimsuit. “It’s always been a dream of mine to have sex under a waterfall.”

Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at that admission, mostly because she knew it wasn’t the slightest bit true. Still, she felt the smallest kernel of excitement unfurl inside her. “Since when?”

“Mm...Since about an hour ago,” he replied as he swam back over to her. Harry held out her bikini top, an obnoxious hot pink thing she’d gotten as a joke but seemed to be one of Harry’s favorites while they were on their honeymoon; it was part of the reason she was surprised when he threw it away from them so carelessly.

She scoffed but didn’t immediately take the top back. She knew he was giving her a choice, one that he wouldn’t object to or make a fuss about if she decided to quit while they were ahead.

Still going one hand across her chest, Y/n reached out and took her bikini back from Harry. He wasn’t disappointed, just swam closer to her so he could kiss her again. His interest piqued though when she took the top and set it on the boulder behind her and pulled him closer so that their chests were touching.

“Really?” Harry asked, trying to contain his budding excitement. He’d kind of meant it as a joke but now he really wanted to. Still, even if they were married and had been together a few years prior, he never wanted to make Y/n do something she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable with.

She nodded, pulling the hair ties from her braids and uncoiling her hair. “It’s just you and me right?”

“Just you and me,” he told her, pulling her legs back around his waist, his thumbs rubbing circles into her hips next to the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms.

“Then let’s make your dreams come true, shall we?” She asked, then promptly pulled him in for a searing kiss.

Harry didn’t have time to respond, but he would make sure she knew that she had pretty much made every single one of his dreams a reality.

*.*

“Are you going to ignore me all day?”

“Maybe.”

“Are you going to ignore me forever?”

“...No.”

Harry settled down next to where Y/n was lying down on a towel, her face hidden in her arms. To the untrained eye, she was merely suntanning, maybe even sleeping, but Harry knew better. His wife hadn’t spoken a word to him since they’d left the waterfall, only giving him hums or grunts when he asked her a question about whether she was hungry or how they wanted to spend the rest of their day. He was a little embarrassed too, but he was mostly amused by the whole situation.

He rolled onto his stomach and rested his head in his arms so that he was facing his wife. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Y/n turned her head to face him. “‘It’s just you and me,’ he said. ‘Make my dreams come true, baby,’ he said.” She turned her head back around.

“I did not say that,” Harry said, trying to hide his laugh. “Nobody saw anything, I promise.”

“Harry, it was a whole family!” Y/n whisper-shouted at him. “I was topless, I was in a pool under a waterfall, and a whole family swam right over to us.”

He bit his lip, not knowing what else to say. He rested a hand on her back, the strings of her swimsuit now tightly secured around her back and neck. Harry felt a little relieved when she didn’t flinch or shake off his touch, and he began to rub soothing circles into her skin.

Y/n was right, a family had walked, or swam, in their case, in on them. Her entire body went red as she darted away from where Harry had her pinned against that boulder and ducked underwater. Harry quickly shimmied back into his swim trunks and grabbed her bikini from where it was sitting on the boulder like a bright pink signal that told the world what they had been doing. When she came back up, she only raised her head above the water, but Harry could tell her arms were back around her chest again. He tossed Y/n her swimsuit, and she turned around for him to help her tie it.

“I—It came loose,” she had stuttered when the mother gave a curious look in their direction. She, along with what Harry and Y/n assumed was her husband and two young boys, were behind the waterfall and playing around it, the father pointing out different things to them, perhaps distracting his sons while Y/n situated herself. The mother didn’t say anything, but she didn’t look entirely convinced, which made Y/n flush even more, but they didn’t stick around to talk to her, or any other members of her family. She and Harry didn’t say anything as they made the swim of shame back to where their clothes were, and she hadn’t spoken to Harry since.

So now they were back at the beach that stretched along the length of the hotel they were staying at, Y/n trying to sleep and forget while Harry tried to find ways to make her feel better. “Will it make you feel better if I told you you’ll never see them ever again?” He asked her, but she only groaned into the crook of her arm. Rolling his eyes at her childish behavior, he moved even closer to her.

“Hey.”

More groaning.

“Y/nnn,” Harry sing-songed, poking her in the arm.

“What?” She asked, but it sounded more like a whine.

He grinned, even though she couldn’t see it. “I love you.”

“Hmm.”

Harry gasped dramatically in disbelief. “Say it back!”

Y/n didn’t respond at all this time, just shuffled a little farther away from him on her towel. Harry sat up and rolled her over, placing both hands on either side of her head. She studied his face for a moment, noting the new freckles that appeared on his face from spending so much time in the sun, and a tan that complimented his green eyes and gave some of her siblings a run for their money.

“Yes?” she asked, pretending not to know what he wanted.

Harry frowned at her, but it was playful, the corners of his mouth wanting to break out into a grin instead. “You have to say it back.”

“Or what?” Y/n knew that Harry wasn’t at fault for what happened at the waterfall, and now that she’d pouted long enough, she was ready to resume their trip.

“Or...I’ll just have to kiss you,” he said finally.

She gave him a funny look. “That’s not exactly a threat.”

Harry grinned mischievously, and Y/n suddenly wished she hadn’t said anything at all. “Guess I’ll just have to do this then,” he said before flattening himself on top of her. She let out a muffled oof as Harry put all his weight on her, nearly covering her entire body.

“Oh my God, Harry,” Y/n wheezed, trying and failing to push him off. “It is too hot outside for this.”

His hair, curlier now from the heat and their swim earlier, tickled her nose as he nestled against her, apparently having no plans to move anytime soon. Sighing, Y/n started to run a hand through his hair, unable to help her small grin when she felt Harry relax against her. “I love you too,” she whispered into his hair when he eventually fell asleep. She let him sleep on top of her for a little bit, but eventually the late afternoon sun and his body heat became entirely too much and she had to get out from underneath him.

After minutes of carefully peeling Harry off of her, Y/n got up and walked over to the hotel bar that had been set up on the beach. She sat down and ordered a margarita, her eyes widening when two were set in front of her. The bartender pointed to the sign behind her that Y/n had apparently missed. Happy Hour, it read. Two For One Special.

Well, she thought. Why not? She began sipping on the first margarita and chatting with the bartender whenever she wasn’t serving other patrons. The longer she sat there, the more Y/n forgot about the embarrassing slip-up at the waterfall, her mind feeling light and breezy, not a care in the world could reach her as she started in on margarita number four.

“They want to buy you a drink,” Farrah, her bartender, said, pointing to two men a few seats down from where Y/n was.

She looked over at the men in question. They were okay looking, she supposed, very red from not wearing enough sunscreen, but decent looking. Both of them smiled and waved at her, and she did the same, too polite for her own good. Y/n turned back to Farrah and quietly told her no. Farrah winked at her and left to go tell them.

“What is it with this bathing suit? Fucking magic or some shit,” she mumbled to herself, looking down at the cursed thing.

“I, for one, think you look hot.”

Y/n got excited for a moment, but then she heard the voice and the rest of what the person said. Harry never called her hot; he might think it, but his compliments were always more endearing and well thought out. And this person’s voice was definitely not her husband’s.

Looking up she saw the two guys took her rejection as an invitation to come closer. She shot a look at Farrah, feeling betrayed by the kind bartender, but she gave Y/n an apologetic look and shook her head. Guess they hadn’t heeded either of their warnings then.

Y/n played with the ring on her left hand, a habit she had picked up since Harry had proposed. She was too drunk for this. “I—”

She was cut off by the same guy who’d called her hot, asking her all sorts of questions about what she was doing here and why she was all alone.

“Um, I—”

“Are you here with your sorority or something?” The second guy asked.

Sorority? I’m twenty-eight. Y/n looked toward Farrah again, wanting to leave but not without paying her bill. The bartender met her eyes and gave her a shooing motion, letting her know that they would deal with it later.

“Uh…No entiendo” she said in a last-ditch effort to get rid of them. But it seemed like her attempts were in vain, their eyes widening and interest sparking even more.

Ready to bullshit her way through lies and excuses in Spanish, Y/n stood up, stumbling a bit. Not from the alcohol, but because these two men—she didn’t even know their names—were standing too close. Before she could fall on her ass, a hand was on her arm to steady her. She was about to turn around and give this person a piece of her mind, becoming more and more impatient with strangers coming up to her. But Y/n caught a glimpse of the hand that was still wrapped around her arm, spotting a ring on this person’s hand. She knew that ring, she’d helped pick out that ring.

Feeling a sense of relief and giddiness wash over her, she turned around to see Harry. His hair was a little mussed on one side from how he’d been sleeping, and there were grains of sand dotting his cheeks and eyebrows, but in that moment Y/n thought he’d never looked better. On instinct, she latched onto her husband, his skin still warm, and perhaps a little red, from laying in the sun for so long.

Harry wrapped his arms around her immediately, goosebumps prickling his skin when she pressed a tiny kiss to his chest.

He’d woken up a little disoriented, distinctly remembering that Y/n was there when he fell asleep. He walked around aimlessly for a bit, looking up and down the long stretch of coast trying to see where his wife had run off to, occasionally getting stopped for a picture as he went.

To say he was surprised to see her sitting at the hotel bar with two men talking to her was an understatement. It’s not that he didn’t trust his wife, he knew they only had eyes for each other, but something about seeing those guys trying to make a move on her while she most likely tried to rebuff them in the nicest way possible made Harry’s blood boil.

In her current state, Y/n just barely caught the way Harry’s face had become very stoic, or the way Farrah and the two guys that came up to her seemed to recognize who she was with. She smiled dreamily up at him and hugged him tight. “You made it. I was just thinking about you.”

Harry’s glare softened at the slight slurring in his wife's voice, his eyebrows raising as she kissed his chest again and her thumbs rubbed circles into his sides. “Starting without me, I see,” he said, trying not to sound pissed off at the two guys for her sake. “Are you going to introduce me to your friends?”

Y/n shot him a knowing look. Maybe she’s more sober than I thought, Harry thought to himself. She shrugged. “These are the men who came up to me at the bar. Men who came up to me at the bar, meet my husband. He’s, like, an indie singer. Really small stuff, so you probably haven’t heard of him, but I think he’s pretty good.”

She heard Farrah snort from behind the bar at her answer, not having expected a response like that. Y/n turned toward Harry, who looked amused but not surprised at how she introduced him, and Farrah assumed that this wasn’t the first time Y/n had said something like this.

“Can we go, bubba?” she asked, looking down at her swimsuit. “With great power comes great responsibility, and I’m not feeling very responsible at the moment.”

“Of course, lovie,” he said as he kissed her temple, trying not to laugh at her nonsensical words. Harry had no idea what his wife was talking about, but that’s why he’d come looking for her anyway.

He reached down to take her hand, but Y/n had other plans. Harry had about two seconds to catch her as she jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck. He quietly gave his and Y/n's suite number to the bartender who had been watching this whole scene unfold and gave her a sheepish smile as he waved goodbye and Y/n nuzzled Harry’s neck. Hardly even glancing at the two men who had come up to his wife, Harry walked away, Y/n giving them a friendly wave as they got farther and farther away.

“I missed you,” she told Harry. Her lips grazed his ear, but Harry knew it wasn’t intentional.

“Did you? Why’d you leave then?”

They entered the elevator after Harry stopped to pick up their things. He got a couple of odd looks, but Harry didn’t pay them any mind. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to carry Y/n after she’d had more than a few drinks. She had always been the kind of drunk who liked to cuddle and give hugs to whoever was in sight, but over time she only ever wanted Harry when she got like this. He didn’t mind, of course. He felt like it was the only time Y/n ever let him really take care of her; even when she was sick, which wasn’t often, she was constantly evading Harry as he tried to get her back into bed to rest.

“Well, when you decided to sleep on me, it got very hot, so I went to the bar where I met Farrah, and then some guys must’ve realized that I’m really hot because they tried to buy me a drink, but I told them no, but they came over anyway. Like magic, I’m telling you.”

Harry let her ramble while he walked them back to their suite, but his interest piqued at the end. “What is love?”

“What is what?” she asked him, her head tilting to one side.

He laughed and shook his head at her. “You said something was like magic, but you didn’t say what.”

Y/n had to think about it for a moment as Harry set her down on the bed. “Oh, I remember! It was my bathing suit,” she told him, standing up from the bed and taking it off, throwing it behind her. Harry watched amusedly while she wandered around their suite and pulled on a hoodie; his hoodie, he quickly realized. “So many people were staring at it today. You, those two boys at the waterfall, those guys at the bar. Magic, it’s gotta be.”

Harry didn’t bother to change out of his swim trunks as he got into bed with her, Y/n quickly latching onto him again. He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t so much the swimsuit as her in the swimsuit, but she was already onto the next thing.

“What are you up to over there?” he asked her as he felt her kiss the back of his neck.

“I’m just cuddling,” she said simply, her lips moving against his skin.

Harry turned so that they were facing each other, but Y/n only buried her face into the crook of his neck again. “As someone who has been cuddled by you before, I can say with certainty that this isn't always the norm.”

She squeezed him tighter, her fingers finding purchase in his hair. She didn’t answer him at first, and for a moment, Harry thought she wasn’t going to. She leaned back and brought her mouth to his, her lips soft and warm and tasting faintly of tequila.

“I’m kissing all the jealousy away,” she told him when she pulled away, their noses still touching.

“What?” Harry laughed, surprised by her confession.

Y/n leaned even further back and raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how grumpy you were back there, mister. I’m a little tipsy, not stupid.”

He kissed her cheek, smiling when he felt her grin against his lips.“I was better this time though, wasn’t I?”

“Mm, I would say you’re improving, yes,” Y/n answered.

Harry had a habit of getting jealous every now and again when they went out together. It was mostly because Y/n was too nice and didn’t realize when someone was flirting with her, and she was the kind of person who liked to use touch as a form of expression—hands on the arm, playful shoves to the shoulder. She never meant any harm by it, but Harry couldn’t help but feel a little jealous whenever someone leaned a little too close or tried to buy her a drink. Y/n always kissed his cheek and told him not to worry, trying to wipe the scowl off his face the best she could. He’d gotten better about hiding it over time, but she always seemed to know what Harry was thinking, sometimes before he even thought it.

“So, I was going to suggest drinking all night to forget this afternoon, but you started without me,” Harry said now, brushing a strand of hair out of his wife’s face.

Her eyes went round with excitement. “Oh, can we, bubba? Please?”

“Look where we are, lovie,” Harry replied, looking at the way they were cuddled up on the hotel bed. “Do you really want to get up right now?”

Y/n nodded, already starting to sit up and pulling Harry up with her. “Yes. I know how much you love to dance with me,” she said, smiling a little.

Getting up from the bed, she started rummaging around through her husband’s things to find something for him to wear. She walked back to where Harry was still sitting on the bed and handed him a button-up and a pair of shorts. “Unless you’re still recovering from the wedding and are using me as an excuse?”

Harry stared at his wife for a moment before rolling his eyes and taking the clothes in her hands. He wanted to argue with her about their wedding night, but she was kind of right, having taken one too many shots with her brothers and not quite ready to relive it. “Alright, you win. What’s the second shirt for?”

Y/n looked down at the shirt in her hands, then back to Harry. “We’re going to match, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

So Harry and Y/n went to some club that night, each dressed in one of his patterned Hawaiian shirts and ready to dance the night away. Hers pretty much covered her shorts and fell to one side to expose one shoulder, but she walked hand in hand with her husband like she was strutting down a runway. They looked a little silly, but neither of them cared one bit, the only thing on their minds was each other and the life spent together ahead of them.

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Harry’s House: Zane Lowe Interview | h.s.

summary— harry films his zane lowe interview with some special guests

warnings — get your translators ready if you don’t speak spanish, family cuteness, bad spanish punctuation/grammar

word count — 3.1k

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“Are you sure you can’t sit here with me?” Harry asked quietly, his hand gently holding yours, his manicured thumb rubbing the soft skin of your hand.

“No, mi amor, this is about you.” You looked around the spacious backyard, a camera crew fixing up lighting and equipment by your pool.

“Yeah, so I want you there.” He gave you a cheeky smile before being your intertwined hands and kissing the back of yours. “Por favor?” He smirked against your hand, knowing that when he speaks your mother tongue, it’s harder for you to resist him.

You almost give in, your teeth nearly sinking into your bottom lip in contemplation, but a loud, childish shriek catches your attention.

Your one year old daughter, nearly two years old, is running around the yard, her flowy pink dress flying in the wind, matching pink sandals with white flowers adorning her small feet. Harry follows your gaze and immediately smiles.

“She’s gonna steal the show. She’s your daughter, ya know?” You teased, knowing that your daughter, Teresa, gets her attention seeking trait from her lovely, pop sensation, father.

“That’s okay.” Harry laughed, releasing your hand to wrap his arms around your waist from behind, watching Teresa run around.

She was your little bundle of joy. You got pregnant around the time Fine Line came out, and Harry often says that that moment of his life was the happiest. You kept your pregnancy a secret—which wasn’t hard since everyone had to stay home—and you also had a couple months to yourself once she was born, knowing that when the world found out that Harry Styles was a dad, you would never catch a break.

Everyone found out when the Golden Behind the Scenes video came out, she was about four months then. Harry was laid out on a beach chair with her in his lap, and he was holding her when he was saying goodbye to fans as he wedged into the back of the car, just after a long day of shooting in the Italian coast.

He was at his absolute prime on that trip. We woke up everyone morning to take care of Teresa, leaving you a couple more hours of rest before you would join them. He would stand on the little balcony of their rental, her little infant body sitting on his arm, her back pressed against his chest as they watched the sunrise or sunset.

And she loved the water. It was so clear and crisp. At first she was frightened by the cooler temperature, but she soon got accustomed and Harry used any excuse to take her out into the water. That was why he had a pool excavated at their house so he could always have moments like that with her.

He just loved being a dad.

“We’ll be right inside.” You told Harry, turning in his hold, your arms coming up to play with his hair, brushing his growing locks to the side. “Right there,” you pointed to the glass wall of your home, which looked into your large living room, a big, blue velvet couch right in the middle. “para qué nos puedes ver. Okay?” You spoke as you fixed the beaded necklace adorning his neck.

He sighs dramatically, leaning his head back, exposing his neck to you. You push up to your toes to kiss it, taking in his sweet scent.

“Fine.” He grumbled, his hands moving down to your ass, massaging softly over your slip dress.

“Hey man, you ready?” An unfamiliar accent spoke, ruining the moment between you and Harry.

Harry just nods before reluctantly letting you go, but not before sneaking in a little ass squeeze.

You give him a pointed look and hit his chest, making him giggle before you come apart. “Teresita!! Dale un besito a papí.”

She runs up to you, her curls sticking out every which way, her little cheeks red from the heat. “Stay with papí?”

You gave a small grown before picking her up. “Papí has to work, mi vida.”

She frowns, her head resting against your shoulder as she catches her breath from all her running. “He’ll be done really soon okay? Do you wanna watch a movie? We can sneak some of papís ice cream, yeah?”

Her face lights as she excitedly nods, her feet kicking in the air as you hold her.

“Teresa! Come give me a hug!” Harry crouched down as you put her in the ground, his arms opening for her to jump into, literally. “I love you, chiquita.” He spoke into her hair, raising back up on his feet. Her little arms wrap around his neck. “Love you too, papí.” He gives a loud peck on the side of her head, making her giggle loudly before looking over at you, one of his hands leaving Teresa and waiting for you to hold. “Love you too, baby.” He spoke softly and sultrily, his eyes looking down at your lips before he captured them with his.

He pulls away to look at you in the same way, eyes down at your lips, his lips puffy and pink and so, so kissable. That’s the face that led to you getting pregnant.

“Okay,” you said, shaking your thoughts away. “let’s let papí work.” You took Teresa from Harry's arms and started walking away, but you feel a ringed hand smack your backside, making you whip around, your eyes narrowing at Harry. Your face was heating up, and he just had a smug smile as he was handed a clip-on mic and mic pack.

You turned back around, avoiding the eyes of everyone around you as you walked back into the house.

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“So, a lot has happened since we last spoke, is that right?” Zane started the interview, his legs crossed over one another as he smiled at the singer.

Harry chuckles. “You could say that.” His lips curved up into a smile.

Zane holds out a hand open, a finger from the other hand resting on the index finger of the other. “You released Fine Line,” he moves over to the middle finger, “then the Pandemic happens, unfortunately, what happens after?”

“Um, my now wife had our daughter, Teresa, we got married, I wrote this album, went on tour, and now here.” Harry smiled proudly.

“And you won a Grammy.”

“Oh yeah,” Harry broke into laughter, adjusting his position on the couch. “that too. I forgot.”

“Your daughter, Teresa. She’s so cute, she was just running around here. What’s it been like being a new dad during the pandemic?

Harry clears his throat, “I won’t lie, it was hard. And I can’t imagine how (Y/N) was feeling through it all. I was still working, you know, and there were times where we decided it was best for me to not come home, because I didn’t want to accidentally get my family sick. I would come home only two days of the week, and even then we had procaustions because we wanted to be careful with her. (Y/N) basically had to parent herself for a long time, and I hated that I couldn’t be there, but it was a decision we had to make. (Y/N) is the strongest person I know, and nothing I do will ever be enough to pay her back for everything she has done for us. She’s the best mum in the world. Sorry, mum.”

“What was it like having to stop? Because I know, obviously in the band you weren’t allowed to and now, you were able to. But in the pandemic, everything just stilled. What was that like for you?

“It was almost like a relief really. I was so used to non-stop action, everything coming right after the other and it was like I could finally breathe on my own again. I didn’t have to be anywhere and didn’t have, like, anything due. And for the past 12 years, family stuff had to be put on the backburner. I couldn’t prioritize it no matter how much I tried or wanted to. I always just assumed that I couldn’t be there for my family. And then the pandemic happened and we found out we were expecting, it changed everything, in a bittersweet way. I was finally able to focus on my family, and we stayed at my mum’s house for over a week, which I hadn’t done since I was, maybe, sixteen.

And it was different now. I didn’t just have my mum, sister and some friends to check on, I have a wife and daughter, who are the world to me. Yes, I still worked, but they were always at the front of my mind. I know that Teresa won’t remember that time of her life, where we had to prioritize her safety, but it was a challenging moment. I was there for my family by not being there, if that makes sense.”

“How old is she?”

“She’ll be two in July.” Harry lets out an exasperated breath, his face contorting in pain. “She’s growing up so fast.” It’s then that he glances at his girls from his seat, watching them play on the floor near the floor to ceiling windows.

At that moment, Teresa looks up from her dolls and makes eye contact with her dad. She smiles widely and waves, getting up from her position on the floor. He waves back, watching her run around to you and pulling on your dress. You make eye contact with him and it's then that he waves at you to come over. You shake your head profusely, but Teresa is already running out onto the grass and to her dad.

He grunts as she jumps into his lap, her little feet stepping all over his manhood. “Looks like she doesn’t want siblings.” He joked, his voice strained as he moved her around so she sat on his lap. “Dilé hola.” He spoke softly to get her attention, pointing over at Zane.

Teresa has a finger in her mouth as she waves at him with the other hand, a childish smile playing on her lips, mumbling a small hello.

Harry notices your absence. “Y mami?” He asked his daughter, his hand raking through her unruly curls, trying to tame them. She just shrugs and nuzzles further into his lap, her back pressed against his sweater.

You soon come by with a tray in your hands, a large pitcher of lemonade and some cups resting on top.

Harry quickly gets up, leaving Teresa to sit on the chair that engulfed her petite figure. Harry took the tray from you and put it on the table between the two chairs. He looks over at you again and takes your hand, squeezing it. You mouthed an apology, but he just shakes his head before kissing your hand.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Zane got up from his seat to give you a hug. “Looks like the whole family is joining us.”

You smiled shyly. “Would you like some lemonade?” You asked him but he politely declined. You turned over to Harry and your daughter. “H? Mi amor, quieres limonada?” Teresa nods excitedly, as does Harry. You pour them each a cup and one for yourself. “Is anyone hungry?”

“Love, sit here.” Harry patted the chair he was just on, which had Teresa quickly drinking her lemonade.

“No, no. Te está entrevistando.” You argued.

“Mi vida. Please.” He gave you a soft smile that he knew you couldn’t resist. You sighed and sat next to Teresa, who wiped her mouth of any remnant of the drink. Harry quickly brought in another chair, sitting right next to you, his arm immediately going behind you, resting on the chair.

“You guys are a beautiful family.” Zane complimented, watching the family get situated.

“Thank you.” Teresa giggled, her finger in her mouth again. You all chuckled at her response.

“(Y/N), you’re a native Spanish speaker, correct?” You nod. “On a scale from one to ten, how is Harry’s Spanish?” He teased.

You chuckled, your hand rubbing up and down on Teresa’s arm. “I would actually give it like a,” you glance at Harry who awaited your answer. “An eight point five.”

Harry clicks his tongue beside you and playfully rolls his eyes, his hand that's behind you lightly pinching your shoulder.

“Better than I expected. I’d love to ask you more questions if you don’t mind.”

You look over at Harry, your eyes asking if it's okay with him. He nods, his eyes back to your lips. You were glad he was facing away from the camera.

“You guys were already in a relationship before One Direction split, so you know how big it was. Did you ever think Harry would get to that point again as a solo artist?”

“Of course.” You said without hesitation. “He was made to be performing, and he was always so musically inclined that he could make what he wanted and still be recognized for his hard work. He’s a captivating person, and not just on stage. He always catches people's attention with his music and he did because he was making things that he wanted. I wasn’t surprised by the love he’s gotten as just Harry Styles, and not Harry Styles from One Direction.” You finished your spiel.

The interview continued on, they talked about his success with Fine Line, One Direction and his new album Harry’s House, that you knew everyone was going to love. You and Teresa sat back quietly as they talked, laughing over at Harry any time to get his attention.

You loved watching him talk. He was so animated, he moved around a lot. He would run his thighs, his rings would clank as he moved his hands spiritedly. He scratches at his stubble and pinches his bottom lip. You couldn't believe this man was your husband.

“It was recently mother’s day in Mexico, and I know that’s really the only one (Y/N) celebrates, so we all got up early in the morning-”

“Which was a horrible start to mother’s day.” You interjected.

“And, we just drove around and enjoyed the coast. We did go to one Mexican restaurant, which is the only one she allows us to go to because it does have “real mexican food”. Then we called her mum and her grandmother.”

“Did you get her anything for mother’s day?” Zane questioned.

“Yes actually.” Harry interlocks his hands over his bent knee, he had a smug look on his face as he continued. “I got her a 1965 Volkswagen, Karmann Ghia.” He smiled over at you.

•••

“Did you like your dad’s Coachella show?” Zane asked Teresa, but didn’t really expect an answer.

“Auntie Lizzo!” She exclaimed, raising her hands excitedly.

Both you and Harry chuckled. “It was the only thing she looked forward to.” You joked.

•••

“Papi, papi.” Teresa exclaimed hushly as she got off the seat you were sharing and scrambled over to her dad. She stood in between his open legs, her little hand covering her mouth as she whispered something in Harry’s ear. His hand covered her entire back to keep her steady and her dress from flying around.

“Yeah, baby, we can have ice cream after.”

•••

“Can I ask, how did you propose?”

Harry chuckled nervously, his painted nails scratching at his rough jaw. “I just kind of thought it was the right moment. I had the ring for some time then and I wanted it to be extravagant, but then the pandemic happened. I could’ve waited, but that was the last thing I wanted. I wanted to call her my wife, since the beginning really. It was late at night, and we had just put Teresa to bed and we were on the couch, absolutely exhausted, and I just thought ‘this is the perfect moment’ and I didn’t want to wait.” Harry looked down at his lap as he played with his wedding band nervously, imagining the moment again in his mind.

“I ran up the stairs and I came back with the ring. I just couldn't imagine my life without her,” He looked over at you and made eye contact with your watery eyes. “I didn’t want to keep putting it off.”

“Thankfully I said yes.” You joked.

•••

“So, your wedding.”

You and Harry made eye contact, a soft smile on your lips as you thought back to the fond memory.

“Congrats, by the way. It was very private, intimate. Was that just because of the pandemic or did you always want it that way?”

Harry looked over at you to signal you to answer.

“A little bit of both, I think. We really only wanted our close friends and family and to have it in private instead of announcing to the world we were getting married. We both just wanted it to be an ‘us’ thing, and not have it published. We only did that when we were ready.”

•••

“This album is everything I’ve ever wanted, it’s my life, my wife, daughter, family, friends, everything. It’s everything that means the world to me, put into music. And that’s all I’ll ever need. It feels the most me.”

•••

It was well into the night, the interview done. Zane stayed for lunch and thanked everyone, especially you and Teresa.

“You had fun out there.” Harry started from his position on the bed. His naked torso was leaning against the headboard of your bed, loose shorts sitting around his hips. His lips hung a teasing smirk, his toned arms crossed over his chest, looking much bigger than usual.

You furrowed “Donde?” You kneeled onto the bed, your hands preoccupied with fixing your hair to protect it before going to bed.

“Talking about me.” He teased again, his smile widening.

You chuckled, “I’m hispanic, querido. We love to talk regardless.” You shuffled under the covers as Harry opened his arms for you to sit in, both of you exhaling a relieved breath as your skin touched his.

He kissed the crown of your head before resting his cheek on it, his arms tightening around you. “Thank you for being out there with me. Calmed me down.”

You looked up at him, your tired eyes boring into his contented ones. “Yeah?”

He kissed your nose and then your lips, deepening it as you sunk into him. You sighed beneath him, your hands lightly scratching his belly. He pulls away slightly, “Always need you.” He spoke against your lips, his breath mixing with yours.

You peck his lips again, “Te quiero mucho, esposo.”

He shuffled on the bed to fully lay down, your head resting on his shoulders. “Y yo a ti, mi musa.”

•••

yay idk what i did i just bullshit this but anyway hope you enjoyed! lmk what you think please :)))

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oliviasecrets · 10 months

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This is life

V part one

“ the thing is that I don’t understand why I can’t go out with a friend for coffee without being seen as a date”

“y/n we’ve been through this you are not a normal person and you know it”

“Liv I honestly don’t know what to do, first this guy comes into my life and not just any guy he’s someone I’ve dreamed for a while I used to be fan I went to his concert I went through the fan girl stage, he makes me thing something could happen between us and you know his been ghosting me for 8 days. Eight fucking days I’m actually surprise we did click when he came to my apartment and yeah maybe I went out for coffee with Tim to get into Jack nerves I want him to actually want me, and yea before you tell me I know that was a very high school move from my part but I don’t care anymore.” You eventually took a breath everything was building up in you and you really had to take a break

“Baby I understand what you’re going through and yes I know that was a very immature move from your part but I beg you please make my job a little bit less stressful”

You giggles at what your friend just said “Liv I think I could really use a small vacation, at least just the weekend with my family” there was a long silence on the other side of the phone “I’ll see what I can do y/n I don’t promise anything but here’s what I’ll do for you, let’s take a bit of an advantage of the media already calling you a “slut” go out drink a lil party lol have fun okay I don’t care who you go out with but at least get laid that will help with the stress”

“Liv are you kidding me?! First of all I can’t go out I have work tomorrow and second of all ew I would just get laid with a random guy”

“Wanna bet on that y/n”

“Okay that was just one time and it was Vegas I had to do it”

“If you say so but please don’t do anything to brittney let’s just keep it low key okay?”

“I promise and thank you again for dealing with my shit I love Liv”

“I love you too bitch”

Hmm go out huh I mean the nightlife in nyc is the shit but who should I call to go out. I can check on Alex she’s down for anything but I think she has a new boyfriend so that’s probably a no. I can also call Em she’s known for being hot and messing around with hoy guys including harry styles.

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Incoming FaceTime call from emrata

“Hey love”

“Y/n are you kidding or do you really wanna go out and have fun”

“I knew I called the right person for this but yeah I’ve had a rough week I just wanna dance drink and hopefully end up in someone’s bed”

“Oh y/n I think I just fell in love with you, but okay let’s do it meet me at my place by 8 we could do a bit of a bar hopping first then we get into the real shit”

“I’ll be there by 8 love you em”

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Surprise, surprise, Jack and Urban had just arrived at New York City’s airport ready to have a bit of fun. Some thing I did not know was that Jack had an appearance this night at Jimmy Fallon’s making him be in New York will things go the way you wanted to or will it be an interesting night you would regret tomorrow, but at least you had fun and you did end up in someone’s bed.

“Urb harry up we have 3 hours left before the show and I really wanna surprise y/n”

“Jack please just stop and think things through she doesn’t want to see your ass you gaslighted her then ended up ghosted her she’s with that actor now you lost your chance”

And in fact Jack couldn’t stop thing about that were you really with Timothee was he just your friend, what was going on that’s why he was determined to stop by and see you but he never actually thought what if he showed up to your door and you were fucking someone else that was something he wouldn’t recover from

“Don’t say that I’ve just been busy and haven’t had the time to reached out”

“If you say so lover boy but what I’m doing to tell you is that expect jimmy to ask you about y/n just so you are prepared”

“Yeah I know nilam talked me through that already

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So excited for this probably gonna upload the next part tomorrow !!!!

#fics #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #emrata #urban wyatt #harry styles #jimmy fallon #latina reader

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Hey Babe! 💌

So Yk How Bel Is A Latina I Am Wondering If She Wears The Evil Eye Bracelet? And If She Does I Expect Harry To Be Like, “What Are You Wearing Love?” 🤨 And She Explains It To Him Bc He Notices She Never Takes It Off (You’re Not Supposed To Unless It Unbraids By Itself For Those Who Don’t Know) Just A Thought! I Love My Babies 🫂💗🤝

I loveeee this. (as I wear one gifted to me by my sister, let's imagine a bit together)

I imagine….

Bel and Harry are resting in bed after a long day of traveling. Harry is surprisingly wide away while Bel is fighting sleep. He has his head rested on her chest with one hand rubbing his back in comforting circles while the other rests on her belly. Her hands are bare of rings so Harry plays with her two bracelets. A purple threaded bracelet she got at a market two weeks ago from a sweet vendor telling her it matched her earrings. The other is a red bracelet with a blue bead in the center—-or what looks like an eye.

Harry knows the bracelet well; it's one he’s always seen on her. She’ll remove all her other rings and replace bracelets but this one always remains.

“Bel?” Harry calls her name not knowing whether she's fallen asleep yet or not.

“Hmm.”

“Why do you always wear this bracelet?”

Harry doesn’t feel her move to look at what he is talking about, “my red one?”

“Yeah,” Bel feels him pull the ends of the threads lightly. It seemed as if the bracelet had seen better days.

“It’s called mal de ojo.”

Harry repeats after her.

“It means evil eye.”

He nods, waiting for her to share more.

“For my family, we’re introduced to mal del ojo when we are babies. A lot of other cultures use mal de ojo and have a different explanation to their culture. How I was taught is that days after we’re born we are gifted a bracelet either by our parents, godparents or grandparents. Honestly, anyone can gift you one with good intentions.”

“What does it do?” Harry asks.

“It’s given to babies or anyone to ward off ill intentions or jealousy. It’s a protection that no harm will come its way from people they meet either family or even strangers on the street who give them a bad look. An added protection from forces beyond us.”

“When do you stop wearing it?” Harry has shifted now no longer laying on Bel but turned to look at her.

Bel smiles at Harry, happy to see how curious he is. “Well, once the bracelet falls off it means that there was this large evil directed towards you and the bracelet has done its job in protecting you.”

“Can you gift yourself one?”

Bel grins and nods. “You can. Though it’s more common to be gifted one for protection or because someone wants you to be safe.”

“Who gave you yours?”

“Sarai. They gave it to me when I arrived in St.Paul.”

“You’ve had it that long!” He states surprised.

“It’s doing its job.”

“What happens after you lose it?”

Bel shrugs, “it’s recommended to get another but sometimes you don’t even realize it’s missing.”

“Do you believe in it?”

She sits there pensive looking at Harry, “I think if you believe in it then yes there’s another power watching over you. I do believe in it. How could I not? To know someone is looking out for me gives me comfort.”

“Could I wear one?”

Bel laughs but Harry remains serious. “You could, but if you don’t believe in it then it’d just be another bracelet.”

“What if I gifted you one?”

“If you had the right intentions to protect me and because I believe in the evil eye’s protection it would keep me safe.”

Harry takes in the last bit of the conversation, sending you a sheepish smile. He leans in to give you a quick kiss. “Thank you for sharing those stories with me.”

“Always, mi amor.”

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stellatekintsugi · 2 years

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Harry Styles

#niall and harry #harry styles background #louis and harry #harry and niall #harry styles #harry icons #harry styles b&w #solo harry #harry styles avatars #harry smut #harry styles x model!reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x latina reader #harry styles x singer!reader #harry styles y/n

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forharrywriters · 2 years

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Hey all! Since it's Latin American heritage month I'm wondering if there's any Latin American writers out there who have some fics that I can read and reblog to share with you all. So let me know if there's any fic writers or fics with a Latin American reader bc as a fellow Latina, I always love to support but for this month it'd be special.

Happy Latin American heritage month to those who celebrate!! Y feliz días de independencia si caí en este mes ❤️❤️

#sorry i've been busy with school so that's why I haven't been as active :(#harry styles fic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harry styles x reader #harry styles x latina reader #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles writing

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thecoolerrulerco · 2 years

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Harry's House Woven Throw Blanket: Harrys House Tapestry, Boho Throw Blanket, Harry's House Room Decor, Dorm Tapestry, Boho Tapestry Blanket

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dayoldtea · 1 year

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

pairing: harry styles x brazilian!famous!reader

fc: bruna marquezine

a/n: this is long

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⤷ user02 the poor man has been waiting for an answer for almost five years 😭 #prayforharry

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harry_update HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!! I REPEAT: HARRY AND Y/N/Y/L/N TONIGHT IN LA!!!!!!!!!

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user44 FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

user06 i love how the whole fandom was just rooting for harry to finally take her on a date

user71 i feel like a proud mother

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user73 am i the only one who doesn't want them to be together?

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harrystyles I finally got that call

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ynandharryupdates the puppy appearing on harry's lap in the kiwi music video was a gift from him to yn. welcome, oat!

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user63 CRYING

user99 so lovely 😭😭

user03 i'm sure it was yn's idea to have puppies in the video lol

⤷ user62 that's exactly what i thought 😂

user55 harry is so whipped, and i am so happy for him

user30 this is the most adorable puppy ever

user44 he's smiling for the camera

user52 just a few days ago yn said on a live stream that she missed having a pet at home, but that she didn't know how she would manage since she had upcoming projects that required long trips. it seems that harry decided that they should share custody 🥺

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enews Harry met with his girlfriend's parents, the brazilian actress and businesswoman Y/N/Y/L/N, this morning at a hotel in Rio de Janeiro. Some sources say that Y/L/N's absence in her homeland is associated with projects she is working on.

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user53 something about harry taking advantage of his concert schedule in brazil to see yn's parents even if she is not present makes me weak in the knees

user88 i'm so looking forward to yn's next works! hope to see her acting again soon ❤️

user94 yn taught him to speak portuguese? yn's parents speak english? i'm so curious now lol

⤷ user51 yn's parents speak english! they had to live in the usa for a while to accompany her to the auditions when she was still a minor (nowadays her mother teaches english at a school in brazil, btw).

⤷ user53 yn's parents speak english, but harry said in an interview with nick grimshaw for bbc music that yn was teaching him portuguese so he could communicate with her parents via facetime

⤷ user94 pls this is so cute! thanks for the explanation

user06 knowing how much yn loves going to rio and being close to her family, i'm sure she felt bad for not being able to accompany harry to his shows in brazil, so seeing him close to her parents must make her very happy ❤️

2019

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yourinstagram Euphoria coming soon to HBO.

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arianagrande YAAAAAA I CANT WAIT

user25 MAIN CHARACTER

user52 soooooo gooood

annetwist gorgeous

user18 i am so excited for this

harrystyles I couldn't be prouder! te amo, H x

⤷ yourinstagram love u too, H ❤️

⤷ user44 literal parents

⤷ user83 i'm so single 😃

⤷ user90 crying as i question my existence

user02 FREAKING OUT

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harrystyles FINE LINE . THE ALBUM . DEC 13

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gucci ❤️

user43 thank you @yourinstagram

user88 IM FUCKING READY OH MY GOSH

user06 what about medicine, sir??????????

user14 can't wait to listen and then look for theories about which songs are about yn

user62 i'm so proud

yourinstagram i know i've said this about a million times now, but you make me more and more proud every day. te amo! ❤️

⤷ harrystyles love you more my sunflower muse, H x

⤷ user91 SOBBING

⤷ user54 SUNFLOWER IS ALREADY THE BEST SONG

⤷ user09 imagine being harry styles' muse 😃

user91 WTF IS ERODA

2020

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harryflorals All accessories and swimwear used by the models in the watermelon sugar video are part of the new collection of yn's swimwear brand, @ipanema. According to the brand's website, the pre-sale will be available tomorrow.

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user60 SHE IS THE MOMENT

user23 talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before

user51 I KNEW

user45 I LOVE IT

user78 this song, this video… everything screams yn 😃

user64 the way she always uses harry to promote herself

⤷ user13 what? yn's brand was extremely popular even before she started dating harry. shut up.

user05 IT COUPLE

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ynshine just leaving this here

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user12 the cutest

user44 my parents

user25 i just love them

yourinstagram @harrystyles

⤷ harrystyles darling, i can explain…

⤷ user62 SCREAMING

⤷ ynshine the user of this account is dead

2021

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harrystyles late night talking

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yourinstagram loving on tour

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user61 SUPPORTIVE GF

user18 i'm obsessed with her

user11 hi, yn! idk if you remember me or if you will see this comment, but i was at the harry concert last night and ended up having a serious anxiety crisis due to the crowd. i was unaccompanied, and as much as the other girls next to me tried to help me, there wasn't much they could do. idk how, but you saw me from somewhere near the stage, offered me water and a safe place to stay until the show was over. i had saved up for many months for this show, and if it wasn't for you, my anxiety would have completely ruined my whole experience. thank you for helping me and being the sweetest person ever ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram of course I remember you, dear! hope you are feeling better, take care! ❤️

⤷ user69 literal angel

⤷ user16 harry is so lucky

user82 i love this relationship so much

user36 i was already crying when I read the caption

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harrystyles Harry's House. May 20th.

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user21 i cant

mtv i will never recover emotionally from this

billieeilish having a breakdown

user87 the message behind the name of the album and the photo he chose to promote it

user52 twitter crashed

user11 mom and dad

gemmastyles the all time favorite couple breaking the internet once again

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harryflorals The exact moment Harry and Y/N see each other on the red carpet at the Venice Film Festival.

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user12 sobbing, crying, vomiting, screaming, blushing, banging my head on the wall, running in circles, pulling my hair out, sliding down the wall

user32 THEY'RE LITERALLY GLOWING

user76 after 10 years harry styles finally gets to live his fanfiction

user57 he's so in love with her

florencepugh SHE GOT THAT CINEMA

user97 GET MARRIED NOW

user50 thanks for the new wallpaper

user44 the real reason why i have high relationship patterns

user36 why didn't they go together?

⤷ user07 harry went earlier to accompany the cast of DWD

user09 the fact that harry is obsessed with her since forever just makes it even better

user80 SOULMATES

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles social media #harry styles x y/n #famous reader #harry styles x you #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake social media #boyfriend harry #harry styles x actress!reader #actress reader

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✨may 2023 fic recs✨

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for: bucky barnes, sam winchester, rafe cameron, jj maybank, negan smith, rick grimes, chris evans, and harry styles

bucky barnes

designated spider killer - @morsmordre-writes

“yelena accidentally plays matchmaker, bucky pretends he doesn’t want to live out his friends to lovers dream, and you’re just trying to live your life… to bad a stalker wants to be apart of it.”

sam winchester

we could stay - @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

“help me i’m doing hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second”

rafe cameron

fair play - @laiiaaa

“you spend a sleepy morning with rafe”

one step forward - @biisexualemma

“rafe tried to help you out”

jj maybank

paradise on earth - @xreaderbooks

“y/n routledge was just an ordinary girl from the wrong side of the island in north carolina, school is out and a summer of keggers, surfing, and denying for feelings for her brothers best friend awaits her. that is until her brother john b and her friends find clues to a treasure her and john b’s dad spent his entire life searching for.”

the part where you kiss me - @laiiaaa

“you’re stuck with the job of getting a very drunk, very lovesick jj into bed”

negan smith

love made me crazy - @velvetcloxds

“falling for negan while he’s still being kept in his cell in alexandria has you questioning your sanity”

rick grimes

four words - @murd0cksl0ver

just some good rick fluff

chris evans

out of left field - @time-for-a-library

“after 29 years of friendship with chris, there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him. when he finds himself in the midst of a PR nightmare at the same time your ex-boyfriend starts lurking around every corner, you enter a mutually beneficial, strictly PR relationship to save his career and keep your ex away”

harry styles

Jamaica causes lines to blur for Harry and best friend!Y/N - @harryisalrightig

“jamaica causes lines to blur for harry and best friend!y/n”

honey, i’m home! - @meetmeonafineline

“in which harry stiles and up and coming writer, y/n y/l/n, have been close friends for years. but when a photo posted to y/n’s instagram leads his fans to suspect the man in the picture is harry, and that the two are perhaps more than friends.

with her debut novel coming out, and the release of his second solo album, what will be revealed?”

latina!reader x harry universe - @avatar-anna

“a compiled list of all of harry and latina!reader’s adventures together”

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“You are my sunshine”

Part 15: She lives in daydreams with me

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Jason Todd x Latina! Reader

Social media Au

Warnings: none

Status: Finished

Author’s note: I sincerely LOVE reading your feedback, it is the highlight of my day! And yes i was listening to Harry Styles when creating this😭

Taglist: @lorosette @alecmores @milas-teapot @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @screeching20s

Series Masterlist:

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The One About the Documentary

i watched part one of the yolanda and selena documentary so you don't have to...and it pissed me tf off. anyway enjoy!

Harry Styles x Latina! Reader Masterlist

When his girlfriend asked to watch the documentary, Harry said yes, but hesitantly.

In all honesty, Harry didn't think Y/n would have any desire to watch it, but at eight o'clock sharp, she was on the couch armed with a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of coke, one for him and one for her.

"Can I ask why we're—"

"Shh! It's starting."

Harry settled into the couch, his arm around his girlfriend, whose eyes were glued to the TV the second the documentary began.

*.*

"So Yolanda's the only one who knew about this alleged affair?" Y/n said to no one in particular. "Yeah fucking right. I hope Chris Perez never watches this."

Harry covered his hand with his mouth to hide his grin. His girlfriend had a knack for talking about people she didn't know as if they were good friends.

Taking a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, he kissed Y/n's cheek. "I don't imagine anyone close to Selena is watching this."

Huffing, Y/n slumped back against Harry's side, angrily chewing popcorn. "I hate her," she grumbled, and he knew she wasn't talking about Selena.

Playing with a strand of her hair, he turned his attention back to the TV. "I know."

*.*

"¿Un accidente? ¿Fue un accidente?" Y/n all but shouted at the screen. Her brows were narrowed in an adorable glare, nose slightly crinkled in anger. "Are you kidding me? You shot her! In the back! Twice!"

Harry debated whether to intervene or stay seated on the couch. His hand reached for the bowl of popcorn in the meantime, taking a handful as he watched his girlfriend shout at Yolanda Saldivar.

"Lovey, maybe we should turn it off," he ended up saying.

Her head whipped around, her glare landing on Harry, though he knew it wasn't aimed at him. "Why?"

Why? he thought. Because you hate Yolanda and I'm not sure my arm can take anymore angry punches.

"You seem a little...heated?"

Y/n's eyes blazed. "Of course I'm heated! This whole thing is bullshit!"

Harry knew his girlfriend was passionate, it was one of the things he loved about her. And one thing Y/n happened to be passionate about was Selena Quintanilla Perez.

"I know that, and you know that, so why are we watching this?"

Y/n had sent numerous messages about the documentary in question when word first got out that it would be released. Fiery texts about how ridiculous it was that someone so horrible was making a documentary after all these years, about how no one would ever be stupid enough to take Yolanda's side, and so on. Harry, of course, was inclined to agree, but he also thought Y/n was merely ranting about the trailer. He didn't think they'd be sitting down to watch it. Honestly, he thought his girlfriend wouldn't have given it the time of day.

"I—I don't know, but I can't just not finish it," Y/n said. "I'm watching in protest."

Swallowing a laugh, Harry pulled his girlfriend back onto the couch. "Okay, then, lovey. Then sit down and let's finish it."

*.*

"Oh come on, Yolanda," Harry groaned, his voice nearly reaching Y/n's frustrated levels. "If all this evidence has been sitting in some storage unit for all these years, why is it only coming out now?"

Y/n was practically bouncing in her seat on the couch as the woman in question spoke. She shook Harry's shoulder with her hands, but he was used to it by now. This was a normal occurrence for any movie night.

"That's my point!" Y/n said. "She's evil. She'll be hard pressed to find an unbiased jury when it's time for her parole."

"You think she'll really be let out on parole?"

Y/n shrugged, her eyes on the television. "She'd probably be safer in solitary."

"Y/n!"

"What? It's the truth!"

*.*

"¡Bruja! ¡Mentirosa! Who the fuck is buying this? You admitted! ¡Me cago en la reputísima madre que te parió la reconcha de tu—"

"Aaand that's where we'll stop," Harry said, turning the TV off with a definitive click of the remote.

"Wha—Why? It's almost done!"

Harry ignored Y/n's protests and took her into his arms, taking her away from the TV and the couch and the popcorn, which she'd begun to throw at the screen in outrage. As he took the stairs up to their room, Y/n turned to begging, promising she'd behave and stop throwing popcorn, but Harry was having none of it.

"This is for your own good, lovey," he said. "It's not healthy to be angry like that."

"Oh, so I'm being irrational?"

Harry merely rolled his eyes. "Now you know I didn't say that."

"Well...You're...Put me down! I need to finish!"

"Not tonight, lovey."

Harry set Y/n on the bed gently. She crossed her arms and glared at him, but it was half-assed, and not entirely directed at her and still at Public Enemy Number One.

She gave him the silent treatment as they got ready for bed, but Harry knew it wouldn't last. His girlfriend had a short fuse, but the emphasis was on short. Y/n didn't stay mad for very long, she never had as long as he knew her. Harry gave it until he got to the second chapter of his book and the silent treatment would come to an end.

It took the third, but Harry smiled a little as Y/n held hos cheek in her hand and kissed the other. "I'm not gonna apologize for being angry," she said.

"I wouldn't expect you to. I know how you feel about Yolanda Saldivar."

Y/n hummed. "But, I apologize for the popcorn. And the excessive profanity. And for bruising your shoulder."

Setting his book down, Harry looked at his girlfriend, nothing but affection—and perhaps mild amusement—in his gaze. "It's okay. I hardly felt a thing."

"Liar," Y/n giggled. "But thank you for putting up with...I don't know, me, I guess."

Harry took that as his opportunity to kiss her properly. Y/n squeaked in surprise, cradling his face gingerly as he slotted his lips over hers. Laying her down properly on the bed, he hovered over her, his hand running along her bare thigh and up past her night gown. Because Y/n was the kind of woman who wore little nightgowns before bed.

That was how Harry knew she wasn't totally mad at him. She wore one of her shorter, more revealing ones. She had a couple that went down to her calves that weren't expressly for when she was pissed at Harry, but he knew—though the joke was on her, he thought she looked just as sexy in those.

Y/n wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, her arms twining around his neck as he kissed the shell of her ear, the curve of her jaw. "It's not 'putting up with,' lovey," he murmured. "You should know that by now. If anyone puts up with anyone in this relationship it's you."

Leaning up on her elbows, Y/n made Harry look her in the eye. "So we're both a little crazy. That's nothing new."

Harry just grinned down at his girl, admiring the soft look in her eyes, the amused arch of her brow, her swollen lips, and chest that breathed heavily. Y/n might have had a short temper, she might throw popcorn at the TV when it made her mad, and she might curse and hit him when she felt particularly outraged, but she put up with all of his quirks with a smile too, loved him for every single one. Harry took up most of their shared closet space—which he had a weird thing about color coding—he had a tendency to talk in his sleep, he had to sit on the same side of the couch and made Y/n move if she was sitting on it (though now she knew better), he often scraped the bottom of the rice pot into the sink before Y/n could save her favorite crunchy parts which drove her nuts, and he had the unfortunate habit of leaving the cap off his toothpaste.

And there was the whole no-privacy thing because of his job, but that wasn't much of a quirk.

"I'm cool with it if you are."

Y/n smiled. "So you'll watch part two with me?"

"Hell no. But I will support you if you decide to scream at Yolanda and her fucked up family through the TV a second time."

"You're gonna regret that," Y/n said as she began to run her hands down Harry's broad shoulders. "Selena. Morning and night. Every minute of every day."

"That's...not a threat, lovey."

Y/n pouted. "Shit, you're right. I'll...only speak Spanish around you so you never know what I'm saying."

Harry's grin widened as he leaned down to kiss her collarbone. "I don't think you realize how sexy you sound, even when you're cross with me. Or your arch nemesis, for that matter."

"Well then I'll—"

"Face it, lovey. There's very little you could use to threaten me," he said, dragging the words over her neck. "Now let me love on you a bit before bed."

"What if I said no?" she asked, even though they both knew she wouldn't. Y/n just liked to be contrary for the sake of it.

"Well that would just be cruel to the both of us, wouldn't it?"

Finally relenting, Y/n slumped back against the bed, bringing Harry with her. She held the back of his head, her grip firm as she brought his lips to hers once more. Harry hummed triumphantly against her mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. They eventually found themselves tangled together, Harry on his back while he hugged Y/n close to his chest. One hand was buried deep in her hair while the other kept a steady grip on her waist. He already knew each little sound she made, each reaction burned time and time again into his mind. But he collected each sigh, each graze of teeth like it was the first time, savoring it like this would be his only opportunity to ever kiss her.

Infatuated. He was infatuated with her. He loved when Y/n was loud and bright and opinionated, and he loved when she was shy and demure and unsure of herself. He loved the way she said his name when she was exasperated by something he did, and he was obsessed with the way she sometimes started speaking in another language without realizing it. He loved the way she loved him, so confidently, so tenderly—he loved that each devouring kiss seemed to say that she was just as infatuated as he was, that he wasn't alone in these intense feelings.

"Love you, bubba," Y/n murmured, the words getting tangled in their kiss.

"Love you," he replied.

It was all there really was to say.

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chapter one; no fucking way

summary— a day with ximena maldonado, just after she finds out who her costar will be

a/n— nothing special, just a little introductory chapter for ximena . lmk what you think i’m really nervous

word count— 2.9k

warnings— strong language, some Spanish so get your translators

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Note this, Ximena Maldonado was not a morning person, and if you were, she thought you were a psychopath. No one should be up before eight in the morning, she thought.

So why was her manager calling at 6:21 in the morning?

On a Saturday.

Before she can even take a breath of relief and roll around to a comfortable position, it starts up again.

She says a couple of curses in spanish as she shifts into a seated position on her bed, her head leaning against the bed frame as she feels around for her dancing phone.

She mindlessly presses the receive button and holds her device to her ear. “Do you know what time it is?” Is the first thing she utters that day, her voice deep and scratchy from not using it. She closes her eyes again as she waits for whoever was on the other end to speak.

“It’s important.” The thick New York accent is none other than Gloria, her manager.

“Nothing is more important than sleep, nothing.” Ximena whines as she grabs the duvet and brings it up to her chest to shield her from the cold.

“You’ll like this, I promise.” There’s shuffling on her end. “Remember that movie you were cast in last week, the book one?”

Ximena dryly chuckles. “The Spanish one, yeah?”

“They finally cast the male lead.”

Ximena waits. That's it? That’s why she called?

Her face scrunches up in confusion and annoyance. “And?”

‘You’ll never guess who it is.”

“Yeah because I won’t be guessing.”

“Just guess.” Gloria pushes.

“You know I hate guessing. Just tell me.”

“Harry Styles”

That wakes her up.

She’s gobsmacked. Her eyes no longer hold any fatigue, just shock. Her limbs are on fire and not because they’re falling asleep. Her chest doesn’t hold that delicious emptiness before going to bed, but it’s weighing her down and it burns.

“Cállate la boca.”

“I don’t know what that means but yay!” Gloria cheers on her end, too loud in Ximena’s ear and at this time in the morning.

“I’m kissing Harry Styles.” Ximena mumbles.

“Bitch, you’re having fake sex with Harry Styles. It’s your dream come true.”

Ximena comes back to reality. “Shut up, Gloria.” Her eyes screw shut and she covers her face with the hand not holding her phone.

It’s still too early for this.

Gloria goes on about Ximena’s schedule for the next couple of days, ignoring the fact that the actress has not said another word.

“Ciao!” Gloria departs lively before the rhythmic beep of the line dropping brings Ximena to life.

Her arm falls beside her, her phone barely in her grasp as she soaks in the new information.

She’s openly talked about him in interviews, has turned into a giggling mess on camera whenever he’s mentioned and goes on about him.

And now she’s working with him.

She turns her head towards the light scratching sounds coming from the other side of her closed door, her puppy, Benito, trying to catch her attention.

She takes her time breathing in, letting the cool air of her room fill her lungs before exhaling.

She’s wide awake now, might as well start the day.

She pulls her comfy duvet–so comfy that she almost stays in bed–off her body, her manicured nails pulling at the big t-shirt to fit over her torso and rest just above her knees. Where she got the shirt? She’ll never know.

She runs a hand through her hair, pulling at the knots and rogue strands to sit presentably on her head (she hoped).

She opens her bedroom door to a hyper chocolate brown labrador puppy, pink tongue sticking out as he jumps at her leg, his tail wagging back and forth.

“Buenos días, chiquito. Tienes hambre?” Ximena looked down at her dog as she walked into her kitchen, taking the large bag of dog food out of her pantry.

As he’s busy eating his breakfast, Ximena goes back to her room to slip on some loose athletic shorts before heading to her bathroom.

She cringes at her appearance, her hair was most definitely not tamed, and you could see the exhaustion in her eyes from a mile away. She quickly pulls her hair into a bun on top of her hair and washing her face with water, lightly dabbing the droplets away with a towel as Benito comes waltzing in.

She wordlessly walks out and back to the main area of her apartment, grabbing Benito’s leash off of the rack by her door. He jumps excitedly, small barks coming from him as she attached the leash to his collar. She slips on some old sandals and grabs a mask from the small table beside her door before unlocking it, letting her puppy lead the way.

The sun wasn’t even out yet, that’s how early it was.

She opens the door to the little dog park her apartment complex had, the untimely morning air immediately making goosebumps rise on her skin. She blinked tiredly as she pushed the gate into the fake greenery, leaning down to unlatch Benito to let him roam around and let him do his thing.

They head back to her apartment after he’s done and Ximena finally makes herself something to eat with some coffee. She sits on her bent legs on her couch, a bowl of oatmeal in her hand and her steaming mug of coffee sitting on the table in front of her, the TV on the wall facing her playing a random episode of Full House. Benito is snuggled in her side, his little body going up and down in even shallow breaths.

She’s scraping at her bowl when her phone rings on the high table behind her.

Mami

She cleared her throat as she put down the bowl and grabbed her phone. The time difference was about two hours, so she was confused on why her mom was calling so early on their side too.

“Buenos días, hijita.” Her mom's soothing voice cheered from the other end, immediately making Ximena’s shoulders relax after a tense morning. Moving away from home was the hardest part of her job, and she never got used to it. After being accustomed to being family oriented all her life, it was hard to adjust into her working life. But she doesn’t regret it. She’s proud of where she is now and she knows her family is proud too.

“Hola, mami. Qué haces despierta?” Ximena asked quietly.

“I can ask you the same thing.” Her mom sassed her. Ximena always laughed when her mom spoke English, the words she spoke coming out butchered and thick with her accent. She knows she shouldn’t laugh because she sounds the same.

“Nada, Gloria called me about a movie.”

It’s silent for a second, surely her mom soaking in all the words and translating them in her head so she could respond.

“A cuál? La del libro?”

Ximena nods, leaning over to grab her mug and take a slow sip of her sweet coffee. “Sí, esa.”

“Ah, okay. Qué te dijo?”

“My costar is Harry Styles.”

Ximena pulls the phone away from her ear when she hears a sharp gasp. “El canta sobre fruta, verdad? No que te encanta?”

Ximena chuckles. She finishes talking to her mom and promises to call her again in the afternoon as she makes her way to her kitchen to rinse off her dishes.

She checks on Benito on her way to her bedroom to change out of her pajamas and into some gym shorts, sports bra and tennis shoes. She slips on a big crew neck and reties her hair into a ponytail and walks out of her room, making her way to her front door without waking up her puppy.

She goes down to the gym by stairs, just getting in extra cardio as she slips in her bluetooth earphones, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as the familiar ring plays in her ears signaling they’re activated.

It’s muscle memory at this point, swiping on her screen to her music app and putting on the one album on repeat.

I’m on the roof

You’re in your airplane seat

She’s been captivated since she was fifteen years old. The same emerald eyes and British accent. Back then he was with four other boys. Now he’s just Harry.

Harry who she will be working with.

The thought hasn’t left her mind.

She never thought she’d see the day where they would cross paths, even when she became famous. But now she’s here, on the treadmill, the same day she finds out she will be working with him.

In a rom com.

Just her luck.

She shakes the nervous thoughts out of her head and continues on with her workout, going through his entire album before calling it a day and heading back up the stairs to her apartment.

Benito is waiting for her by the door when she opens it, heavy breathing passing her lips as she leans down to scratch his ears and makes her way to her bathroom, turning the knob in her shower to warm it up.

She usually takes quick showers, since she usually has less time because she wakes up so late. But thanks to her lovely manager, it’s still rather early once she changes into comfortable clothes for the day.

She can see why people get up early, they’re getting more done.

But if it comes to getting more done or more sleep? She will always choose sleep.

It’s barely noon when she decides to go out, after a couple of hours of doing chores. She would much rather stay home, but the weather looked nice from the inside.

She rides the elevator down to her lobby, lowly greeting the employee behind the desk before pushing the large glass doors, a nice breeze fanning her hair as she walks out, phone, wallet and keys in hand, mask covering half her face.

She’s waiting for her crosswalk signal when her phone rings in her hand. She checks the signal quickly before looking down at the familiar name on her screen.

Flo <3

Her first—real—Hollywood friend. Ximena and Florence both started acting around the same time and ran into each other at an award show, where they immediately clicked and have been friends ever since.

Ximena quickly answers the call and presses her phone to her ear, her face contorting in cringe at the high pitched squeal from the other line.

“Hello to you too, Flo.” She responds as the signal changes from across the street, her sneaker clad feet taking her past the stalled cars.

The squealing stops abruptly, “why don’t you sound excited? Hello? You’re gonna be in a movie with Harry!”

“Please tell me you’re in New York.”

“Yes, why?”

“‘Cause you already know him and I’m going to need your help breaking the ice between us whenever that day comes.”

“He’s very nice and easy going! You’ll get on great without me.”

“And that’s intimidating!”

“He called me already, you know?”

She stops in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring the frustrated groans and annoyed mutters as her friend continues on.

“Yeah, he just called me. We talked about you and he said he’s excited to work with you and get to know you.”

“Ay, Dios mío” Ximena rubs at her face and slowly continues her way, not really having a place in mind.

“I’ll be there if you really want.” Florence said after a small sigh, feeling her friend’s anxiety through the phone.

“Si, por favor. You are saving my life.” Ximena stops at a corner to finish talking to her friend, her eyes catching a small cafe on the other side of the street. “Okay chica, I’ll leave you be. Thank you, you’re saving me.”

“Congrats, Mal. I’ll see you soon!” Florence loudly smooches before hanging up.

Ximena sighs deeply before making her way to the cafe, opening the door to the air conditioning completely cooling her warm cheeks, soft music playing around.

She softly smiles at the barista at the counter even though it can’t be seen through the mask she’s wearing.

She looks around and finds a step or two that leads down to a small, connecting bookstore. Shelves of books being browsed through and seats and recliners being taken up by readers.

She walks up to the cafe counter, ordering a tea and giving her name before paying and heading to the bookstore. She browses leisurely, occasionally picking up books to read the description in the back cover as she waits for her order.

Ximena had picked up maybe three books once she heard her name, balancing them between her arm and her side as she made her way to the counter. She takes her hot drink and smiles, “thank you.” She goes to turn around.

“Oh um,” Ximena turns back around to the timid voice of the barista, the name Maria displayed on her nametag. “You’re Ximena Maldonado, right? Would it be alright if I got your autograph? I love your movies.” She shakily hands her a piece of paper and a pen.

“Oh of course!” Ximena puts her drink down to take the pen and paper, adjusting the books on her side to write on the sheet.

Thank you for the support Maria! Have a great day!

Ximena Maldonado

She hands her back the paper and pen, smiling under her mask.

“Thank you so much!”

“Thank you!” Ximena says again before heading back to the bookstore side to pay for the books before heading out.

It was still early in the afternoon, the sidewalks were more empty and less cars and buses were taking up the street. Ximena walks around some more as she finishes her drink, taking in the tall building of New York. She’s lived here for some time, almost five years, but she will never get over the architecture and the ambiance of the city. It was definitely different from what she grew up with.

All she’s ever known was Mexico. Sure, she’s visited family in the U.S., but she never experienced much of it, just seeing family before heading back. It was a miracle that someone found her when she started acting at a theater, the smallest theater you could find in the smallest town. She’s grateful for everything that came after that. All the sets and early mornings and scripts. It doesn’t mean the journey was easy. It’s never easy when you’re a foreigner and a woman.

She picks up some lunch from one of the food carts along the street before heading home, her feet starting to hurt as she turns the corner to her building.

She can hear Benito’s whining from the end of the hallway as she makes her way to her door, her keys jingling making him bark.

She leans down carefully as she opens the door, making sure he doesn’t run out as she slips in. “Hi, boy.” He jumps and scratches at her satin dress, leaving small marks from his nails. Oh well.

She slips off her shoes at the door and drops her bags on the kitchen counter. Ximena fills Benito’s bowl with food, letting him devour his food as she unpacks hers.

•••

It’s well into the evening, she’s showered and gotten comfortable as she sits on her sofa and under a blanket, her television playing something in the background as she reads one of the new books she got when she realized she hasn’t checked her phone in a while.

The last time she used it was when she called her parents a little while after she got home, and she’s left it on the kitchen counter since then.

She sighs and takes off the blanket, saving the page of her book before setting it on the coffee table in front of her and heading to the kitchen. She grabs a water bottle before heading to the other side of the counter to grab her phone, the movement making the device turn on, showing a plethora of notifications on her lockscreen.

She mindlessly scrolls through them, checking for any important emails from her manager or business partners when she finds herself at her Instagram notifications. She doesn’t have many of those, just a couple of people tagging her and some new followers.

She’s about to click away from the screen when one name catches her attention. It’s the name that’s been at the forefront of her mind all day. The one name that has made her heart race for ten years by just a mention of him, but also from his voice. She’s not the only person that feels that way about him, she knows millions of people feel the same way. But she will soon be in close proximity to him, and she will have to pretend like his presence doesn’t affect her. She is an actress after all, a pretty good one she would argue.

She never thought she would see the day. She thought she would meet him in passing at some event and that would be it. Never did it cross her mind that she would work alongside him.

The notification is screaming at her beating heart. She stops in awe at the name on her screen.

harrystyles started following you

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“Papi’s Grumpy”

Inspired by the supposed picture of Harry and Niall on a walk... Dad!Harry takes his son for a walk and the lack of ice cream sharing makes Harry sad

(Spanish/Latina Reader for all my bilingual ladies out there- I put the english too so don’t worry)

Your POV:

“Mi amor (my love) can you grab Lucas’ hat from the dresser? It’s chilly outside” you shouted from the kitchen as the sound of little feet shuffled above you. Harry was determined to take your son for a hike despite Lucas’ less then enthusiastic thoughts on having to leave his new toy dinosaur grandma Anne had bought him last weekend.

“Working on it love” Harry shouted as you heard a shriek followed by the noise of Harry’s feet stomping as he chased after your little rascal.

You shook your head at the antics of your two boys. If this baby was anything like your last, you knew you were in for a handful.

“Gotch ya” you heard your husband shout as your little boy burst out in fits of giggles.

The voices got closer as you continued to cut up the cucumbers into rings for Lucas to bring as a snack for their trip. Much like his father, your little boy was an absolute nightmare to be around when he was hungry.

“Mama mama no quiero no querio (don’t want to, don’t want to)” Lucas cried as Harry walked into the kitchen, placing the little boy down so he could run to your side.

You looked at the little boy who was hiding his face in your dress before looking up at your husband who was rolling his eyes at your son’s antics. Steadying yourself against the kitchen counter, you bent down with a groan before picking up your son and placing him on your hip.

“Careful Love, doctor said not to pick up weight cause of the baby” Harry stated before you gave him a death stare and placed Lucas on the countertop in front of you.

“Que no quieres hacer, mi amor (What don’t you want to do, my love)” you asked as you ran your hands through his soft hair.

“No walking Mama. Is bording” Lucas mumbled, mispronouncing boring as he rubbed his eyes.

“But Papi’s taking you, and Uncle Niall is going too! You guys are going to have so much fun”

“Uncle Niall?”

“Yeah Uncle Niall is going, and if you’re good they might even take you out for ice cream”

“Ice cream Ice cream Papi” Lucas shouted as he kicked his feet against the counter.

“But the ice cream is only if you’re good, bub. Now come on, lets go get your shoes on before Uncle Niall gets here” Harry said before grabbing Lucas off the counter and walking to your foyer.

You placed the bag of cucumbers along with a small water bottle into one of Harry’s various fanny packs just as a honk rang outside. You carefully waddled towards the front door, hoping none of Lucas’ toys would be in your path as you hadn’t been able to see your feet since month 6 of your pregnancy. The commotion of voices and giggles started as you finally made it to your front door, slightly more out of breath then you would care to admit.

“If it isn’t my favorite pregnant mama. Excited for a little alone time while we’re gone?” Niall shouted as he came up to give you a hug before rubbing his hand on your protruding stomach and handing you a box of your favorite chocolates.

“Mmm I knew you were always my favorite member of the band. Can’t wait to nap on the couch all afternoon” you chuckled in reply as Harry grunted from the ground where he was finishing tying your son’s shoes.

“Well we better get a move on if we want to make it back before dark. Can you pass me the fanny pack please, Love” Harry asked as he carefully placed the winter hat on top of Lucas head.

“There’s some snacks for the 3 of you and Lucas’ sippy cup. Try and tire him out a bit but not to much, you know how cranky he gets when he’s over exhausted. Don’t forget the bug spray and the sunscreen that’s in the front- “ you began before getting cut off.

“I know Baby, don’t worry. We’ve got everything taken care of, you just put your feet up and get some rest and I will see both of you later” Harry replied as he gave you a chaste kiss on the lips before crouching down to kiss your stomach.

“Ok ok get on with it then. Adiós mi principito, portate bien para Papi, ok? (Goodbye my little prince, be good for daddy, ok?)” You stated as you placed a kiss on Lucas’ hat covered head before zipping his jacket up properly.

“Ok Mama. Wuv you” Lucas replied as he waved and made his way to the garage, the two adult men following closely behind.

You waved them off before making your way to the couch to get a bit more comfortable.

“Alright baby, need you to chill out in there for me so I can get some sleep. Know it’s a bit squished in there but you gotta work with it just a bit longer” you mumbled to the baby having a boxing match with your ribcage today.

“Ok ok I get it, I get. We’ll put Papi on so you calm down” you stated as you shuffle through Harry’s songs before picking “Golden”, making your baby calm down almost instantly.

You sighed, grateful for the sudden calm before snuggling deeper into the couch and falling asleep.

Harry (3rd Person POV?):

“Papi are we there yet?” Lucas shouted from the back of the car as Harry made a right turn onto a dirt road.

“Yeah bud, were almost there. Just need to park and we can start exploring” he replied as he pulled into an open parking spot towards the back of the lot.

Niall jumped out of the car and went to take Lucas out as Harry began to grab the supplies for the hike.

“Alright buddy do you want to hold Niall’s hand or mine while we walk around” he asked Lucas as he jumped around in a puddle nearby.

“Uncle Niall Uncle Niall” Lucas screamed before latching onto Niall’s hand and dragging him towards the trail.

“Guess I’m the favorite today, huh?” Niall said with a smirk as Harry rolled my eyes at him.

“Give him another 20 minutes and he’ll be whining that he’s tired” Harry mumbled as they made their way into the woods.

The three of them walked through the trail with Lucas grabbing sticks and rocks before Harry could grab them from his hand and put them back on the ground. They continued up the trail for another 10 minutes before they made it to an open field full of flowers. Lucas tried to squirm out of Niall’s grasp as soon as he saw a patch of bright purple tulips.

“flower mama” Lucas whined as he looked up at Harry with puppy eyes, begging to be let go so he could go grab them.

“You can go grab some flowers, but don’t go to far, ok?” he told Lucas as he nodded his head quickly and ran towards the tulips.

“Is he always this... excited?” Niall asked as they watch Lucas run around grabbing all the flowers he could in his tiny pudgy hands.

“Yeah. Apparently I was just as anxious as a kid but it’s definitely a lot sometimes.” Harry said.

“How is (Y/n) holding up being pregnant and with you two at home? No wonder she wanted the two of you out of the house” Niall laughed as he sat down in the grass.

“She’s doing good. This baby has got her more tired then with Lucas and she’s been having a lot more cravings but otherwise everything has been going well.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to be a dad again in a couple of months, it’s crazy” Niall replied

“Yeah, I’m almost more nervous with this one. She’s gonna be my princess and I need to protect her from everything, paparazzi, boyfriends, everyone. Can’t have anything happen to her” he mumbled as kept an eye on Lucas from their spot in the grass.

“Have the paparazzi been bad with Lucas?”

“Not as bad as we thought but with the pregnancy they’ve been bloody pests. (Y/n) can’t even go to Tesco without a camera getting shoved in her face. I’ve had to bring on Gary to escort her when she’s in public because I’m to worried she’s going to get hurt by someone” Harry replied back.

“I’m sure she didn’t like that” Niall said.

“Fought me on it for nearly a week before I basically told her that if she didn’t take Gary with her then I wasn’t going to be leave her side the entire pregnancy and I think having me around all the time scared her more” he replied with a laugh as Lucas came running towards them with to handfuls of flowers.

“Papi flores (flowers)” Lucas shouted as he crashed straight into Harry’s chest, knocking him down into the grass.

“They’re very nice flowers Lu, are they for mama?” he asked as his son nodded his head eagerly showing him the slightly wilted tulips in his hand.

“Oi did you get me any flowers?” Niall asked as he grabbed Lucas from behind and began to tickle the little boy.

“Stop stop!” Lucas shouted, “flower flower” he continued as he held his arm up to Niall with a flower.

“Ok, I guess I’ll give ya a break since you gave me such a nice flower” Niall replied as he placed the flower in his hair.

“Papi you” Lucas shouted as he handed Harry one of the many flowers he had picked.

“Thank you, bub.” he said as he kissed Lucas’ cheek.

“No papi! no you, mama” he said as he handed him a fistful of flowers.

“I don’t get a flower?” Harry asked with a pout as Lucas shook his head with a giggle before releasing a loud yawn.

“You getting tired on us already, mate?” Niall asked as the little boy rubbed his eyes and shook his head.

Harry groaned softly as he got up off of the ground, wiping off the grass from his pants before looking down at Lucas.

“Caminamos (We walk)?” he asked Lucas as the little boy shook his head and stretched his arms out to his father with a whine.

“Alright bud let’s get you back home to take a nap then” Harry said as he picked Lucas up in his arms, tucking Lucas’ head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Guess you were right about the walk” Niall snickered as he carefully grabbed the flowers from Lucas’ hands so they wouldn’t get crushed.

The three of them slowly made their way back through the trail. Niall and Harry made light chatter about their recent music endeavors while Lucas dozed off to sleep. They were nearly to the end of the trail when Harry began to hear a soft music play from the parking lot.

“What’s that noise?” he asked as he shifted Lucas in his arms.

“Think it might be the ice cream truck.” Niall whispered as the catchy song began to get louder.

“Dear god, please no” Harry mumbled as Lucas lifted his head at the sound of his favorite dessert being mentioned.

“Ice ream?” Lucas questioned as he looked around for the sweet treat while Harry gave Niall a death stare.

Lucas squealed as he saw the truck just a mere four spots away from their car, making it virtually impossible for them to avoid a tantrum without stopping.

“Papi truck” Lucas shouted as he pointed at the large ice cream cone on top of the truck.

“Yes I see the ice cream truck” Harry mumbled back as Niall let out a laugh.

“Alright you little lad, why don’t you come with you Uncle Niall and we’ll get ice cream. What flavor do you want?” Niall asked as he opened his arms to Lucas.

“Nilla” he said mispronouncing Vanilla as he tried to wiggle out of Harry’s arms and into Niall’s.

“Only one scoop though Niall” Harry stated as he placed Lucas in his arms and watched the two boys go off to the truck.

Harry decided that it would be best to prep the car for the mess Lucas was about to make, so he head back to car. After unlocking it, he hastily searched for the box of wipes (Y/n) always had in the trunk for emergencies. Harry placed the wipes in the car door next to Lucas’ car seat and scrolled through his emails as he waited for the two of them to return.

“Papi papi look” Lucas shouted as he ran towards Harry with a giant cup of ice cream in his hand. The cup had to have been at least two or three scoops and covered in sprinkles.

“I thought I said one scoop?”

Lucas giggled as he quickly ran to hid behind Niall legs.

“Just a little ice cream H, don’t worry” Niall replied as he ate a spoonful of his chocolate ice cream.

“Can I at least have a bit?” Harry asked Lucas as he crouched down in front of his small frame.

He shook his head quickly and hid his ice cream more, nearly spilling it all over Niall’s pants.

“Why not, bud?”

“Germs papi” Lucas stated as he shoved a spoonful of sprinkles in his mouth

“D-did he just say germs?” Niall asked as he tried to contain his laughter, but failed miserably.

“Yes” Harry sighed, “(Y/n) has been teaching him about hand washing and how we don’t want to share germs and I guess the little rascal figured out how to use it to his advantage”

“That’s absolutely rich. Come on Lucas lets get in the car before daddy tries to get his germs all over ours” Niall shouted as he grabbed Lucas’ hand and ran towards the open car door behind Harry.

“I really can’t win with you two today” Harry mumbled as he made his way to the driver seat just as Niall finished buckling Lucas in.

“Alright boys are we ready to head home?” Harry asked as he started the car and began to pull out of the parking lot.

“Si casa casa (Yes, home, home)” Lucas cheered from his car seat, his face already covered in sprinkles again.

“He’s going to be on such a sugar high when we get home... the misses is going to kill me” he mumbled as they continued on our drive home.

The drive back was mostly silent, the only sound being heard was the soft rock music playing in the background and the slurping noises coming from the two passengers.

“We’re about to be home so the two of you better finish your ice creams before mama sees them” Harry said as he pulled up to the gate of his house, waiting for it to open.

“You know, might just have you take the brute of the fall for this one mate. I’ve been in (Y/n)’s good graces this long and I’d like to keep it that way” Niall replied as he pulled out his own car keys, ready to make his escape.

“You Irish coward” Harry chuckled as he parked the car in the driveway and got out.

“Listen I might not know what she’s saying when she yells at me in Spanish but the tone in her voice tells me there not nice things and I want to end the day good” Niall stated as he grabbed Lucas out of his carseat and began swinging him around in the air.

“Careful, boy’s got a stomach like is dad. He’ll puke all over you” Harry replied as he grabbed the empty ice cream cups and put them in the trash can outside.

“Well we can’t have that” Niall mumbled as he placed Lucas on the ground and crouched down to his height “Will you say hi to your mama for me? Maybe we can do this again”

“Yes yes” Lucas squealed as he gave Niall a big hug before running into the house.

“Still up for a round of golf next week” Niall asked as he made his way to his car.

“Yeah, send over sometimes and I’ll fit it into my schedule” Harry replied as the two men said their goodbyes.

Harry made his way into his house, trying to be as quiet as possible in case she was still sleeping but the minute he heard the giggles coming from the living room he knew she were awake.

He carefully pulled off his sneakers and placed his hat and Lucas’ in the laundry basket before making his way to her.

“Mama, papi’s grumpy” he heard his son say to his wife.

“And why do you think that mi amor (my love)?” she asked as Lucas as she brushed away some of the hair from his face.

“I no share ice ream mama” Lucas replied as he played with the now wilted flowers he had picked for his mother.

“And why didn’t you share baby?” (Y/n) asked, puzzled by her son’s statement.

“Germs” Harry replied from behind his wife as he placed a kiss to her temple softly.

Lucas nodded his head quickly, “mama said no germs”

(Y/n) laughed at the serious expression her two, almost three-year-old son had on his face as he discussed germs.

“Good listening baby. Germs are bad but a little germs are ok so next time daddy asks for a bit of your helado (ice cream) do you think you can give him some?”

“Yes mama” Lucas replied as he wrapped his arms around (Y/n) in a hug.

(Y/n) placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, “alright Lu, why don’t you go play with your toys for a couple of minutes before bath time that way we can get all the germs off you before bed”

“Not all mama” Lucas shouted as Harry laughed at the mess his wife had caused with his son’s new germ obsession.

“Ok we’ll leave some” she replied as Lucas ran off to the playroom next door to play with his toys.

Harry made his way around the couch and took a seat next to his wife before giving her a quick peck on the lip.

“How was your peace and quiet?” he asked as he ran his hand up and down (Y/n) very large stomach.

“It was good. Was pretty much asleep the whole time till Lucas came running in. How was your walk with Niall?” (Y/n) asked.

“Was nice until the ice cream situation. Niall let him get two big scoops so he’ll probably be on a sugar high all afternoon”

“He didn’t even share them?” (Y/n) replied with a smirk as Harry groaned and hid his face in the crook of her neck.

“No because mama said germs were bad so we don’t share germs” Harry grumbled as (Y/n) laughed at his antics.

“I’m sorry, love. Maybe if you ask our other baby really nicely she might let you have some of her rocky road that was leftover from a couple of nights ago.” she replied as she rested her hand on top of Harry’s.

“I’m sure my baby girl won’t mind, right princess? You don’t care about germs yet” Harry stated as he leaned down to place a kiss to (Y/n)’s stomach as the baby began to kick more aggressively.

“Hate to break it to you H but I’m taking these karate kicks as a no to ice cream sharing” (Y/n) mumbled as Harry glared at her.

“I can’t win in this house anymore” he stated as he slumped back into the couch with a pout.

(Y/n) laughed again before leaning over to leave a trail of kiss all over his face before connecting with his lips. Just as the two of them had found a good rhythm, they heard their son shout.

“I ready bath. no germs pwease”

The two of them laughed as Harry carefully untangled himself from his wife, ready to wrangle his son into the bath. He might not have gotten ice cream but he definitely wouldn’t have traded today for the world.

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slvtbible · 5 years

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Babies And Other Stuff

[ In which they’re having their own private time in a yacht ]

Warnings: fluff, baby talks!!

From this series

This is very short!

There’s a privilege of dating the infamous Harry Styles. That is, by having their own small private yacht and to have no one exactly bothering them,

But of course, money isn’t the reason why she fell for the beautiful man. It’s his beautiful golden heart, that has captivated alot of beautiful young women yet somehow, his heart placed a mark upon hers,

With him. She feels everything she ever wanted to feel. Love, kindness, courage, lust, everything,

There’s no single flaw she can find in him. Always saying how perfect he is as a human being, causing him to blush deeply and tells her to stop,

She doesn’t.

“Are you trying to make me hard?”

She looks up from the magazine, seeing her handsome fiancee standing only five feet away from her. Holding a playful scowl on his face, wearing nothing except for yellow beach shorts that looks adorable on him,

Yellow is so his color,

“What do you mean?” She asks innocently, biting her glossed lip,

He rolls his eyes at her question, walking pass her and gives her ass a small slap before sitting down on the white couch behind,

Absolutely enjoying the view

“God, look at that” he whispers to himself, eyes running observing every curve of her plump flesh, “swear you’re going to make me cum”

Gasping, she quickly rolls on her back making him groan in disappointment. “You promised, no funny business”

Harry shrugs, holding his hands up in defense with a cheeky smile. “You didn’t tell me what that funny business is included”

She nudges his knee with her toe, and Harry swiftly catches her ankle earning a small yelp from her lips. Pulling her closer slowly,

“Harry! Stop that!” She exclaims, trying to get her ankle out of his grip, but he only tightens it, “stop! You can hear my ass is squeaking!”

He lets out a loud laugh after that, extending his hand for her to hold as she takes it and let him pull her up and let her fall on his lap,

“That’s because of the coconut oil, baby. And may i say, your ass looks incredibly good with it” he flirts, kissing her shoulder blade

Y/N gives him a naughty smile before kissing his soft lips. “i can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,

“me too, baby” he says, patting her thigh and runs his hand over it as she tenses at his cold touch. “And i know you’re going to be a good mom someday”

She can feel the butterflies in her stomach after he said that, she has always think to herself that she won’t be a perfect role model to their future babies. But Harry has always makes her feel good and confident about herself, this is the love of her life for crying out loud. He would be a terrible husband if he didn’t encourage her,

“You think so?” She asks, still entirely unsure about it. “What makes you say that”

“Well” he starts, shifting her into a comfortable position, “first off, Ruby can’t get her hands off of you the first time you came around. Ben says that you’re the only woman besides her own mother that she wants to be held by. And you treat her as if she were your own”

Giggling, she nods as she feels her cheeks heating up at his statement. “She’s a cute baby. I won’t lie”

Nodding, he continues, “and remember when we met Austin and Catherine for the first time? Elle just launched herself at you and completely left me out.” He pouts, causing you to laugh and pecks his lips. “You’re a natural, my love. I love that”

“Thank you, bebe. You are too, you’re such a softie for a baby” she sighs and smiles and removing herself from his lap to get another refill, “you are also going to be a great parent.” she reassures, turning around to grab the champagne bottle,

He looks at her as if she’s his world. And she is. He sometimes wonders at nights, looking up above and are looking for an answer from God, because why did God had to make someone so beautiful and absolutely kind enough to put up with his constant life. Why did God have to be kind enough to send him, His sweet angel that day at the party.

But he’s grateful. Very grateful indeed.

“We should make a baby” his sudden words causes her to choke on a drink,

Quickly turning around to face his handsome face, his legs spread out and eyebrows squinting due to the bright sun that directs straight to his features. His cheeks pinks a bit,

“What? Really?” she’s trying to contain her smile and excitement but it’s very hard to do so because he can easily see them through her.

With a shy smile, he stands and walks over to her to grab her hands and pulls her closer. “Yeah. Only if you wanted to”

“Of course i want to, my darling. I just thought that you might want to wait a little longer. You’re getting bigger and bigger with your career out there, it’s not fair for me to pressure you with it” she coos, rubbing her thumb over his soft cheek,

He scoffs, shaking his head in disagreement. Wrapping his arms around her waist and let his large hands rest on her plump ass, giving it a small squeeze,

“Baby, I wanted you to be pregnant way before I proposed to you. I wanted to start a family with you, so when it comes to you and my career, i will always going to choose you.” He sounds so sure and he has never been like this before, “you’re my priority now. My top priority”

She feels like a school girl when his lips touches her forehead to give it a small peck, “aww baby, you’re my top priority too. I’m such a lucky girl”

“I’m the lucky one, my love. You showed me the goddamn world. Shows and teaches me how it means and feels to be in your shoes, how it feels to have your family being taken away from you at the very young age and to have no one looks after you but yourself. Makes me feel grateful for them even more. All because of you.”

She tears up, feeling tears about to pour down like a waterfall but then stops when she hears what he says next,

“And you showed me how it feels to have a woman with a sexy ass like yours. Hard to keep up if I’m being honest, it’s like I’m gonna cum in less than two seconds”

She knows he’s joking(not really) and nudges his bulge with the side of her ass making him groan and tightening his grip,

“Again, you ruined the mood!”

A laugh rumbles on his throat after, pressing his groind against her body. “No i didn’t! Instead, i made it better”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.”

“Okay quick question” he says suddenly, grabbing her hand and kisses her knuckle. “If the baby came out to be a girl what would you name her?”

She thinks for a while, finding out cute and pretty names in Spanish for baby girls,

“I’ve always wanted to name a baby girl Anita. Or Lola, or Zoila. They sound so cute. Perhaps Zoila is cuter though”

“I agree” he nods, liking the sound of Zoila rolls out of her tongue, “Zoila sounds really cute. Just like you”

“Oh hush you” she blushes, waving her hand off, “what if it’s a boy? What would you name him?”

“I like Diego. Or Mateó. Used to watch Dora when i was a kid because my mom forced me to.” Shaking his head at the memory, “not disappointed though. I loved that show.”

She smiles lovingly at him, biting down her lower lip as she does. “Mhmm, so Zoila for a girl and Diego for a boy?”

He nods, “Si” with that answer, he smirks as if showing her off that he can speak Spanish although it’s only a one word answer

Oh he’s getting cocky now with his Spanish,

“Okay, gringo. It’s settled then. So are we going to do it now or not?”

Cocking an eyebrow, he asks “do what?”

She rolls her eyes at his dumb question, “put a baby in me, silly. Are you?”

His eyes widens in surprise as he nods his head rapidly, “yes! Definitely.”

His response is what gets her laughing because he’s so entusiastic, then he picks her up in bridal style making her yelp and laugh even louder as he carries carefully her to the small spaced room,

Gently laying her down on the bed as she unties her bikini and pull her bottoms down, watching him taking off his shorts as well

“I’m going to make love to you all day baby”

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