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why is daddy sad?
a simple question...yet why is it so hard for Y/N to answer
A/N: you asked for more angst dad harry and well i'm here to deliver. i was suppose to be working on a report but this idea came to mind and i hope you give it a read. would love to hear your thoughts. love you 🫶
Word count: 1572
Warnings: angst (all sad)
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“Why is Daddy always sad?” Saylor, Y/N’s, and Harry’s five-year-old asked.
Y/N wishes her son couldn’t notice the sadness displayed on their father’s face.
It has been two years since Harry decided to stop touring and instead focus on songwriting for others. He made the choice because he wanted to be here to see his children grow up. He wanted to stop missing milestones and instead learn to be here for them all. Y/N told him he didn’t need to, but he was adamant it happened.
She knew he was choosing them, but she never wanted to feel like he had to. The first year was bliss. Harry spent it at home with Saylor and Lucy. He became the stay-at-home dad while you worked as a publisher and got promoted to publishing manager in the last year.
Life was good.
At least it was for a while. Soon, the trips got shorter. The writing sessions became longer. Harry attending his child’s event became nonexistent; before they knew it, he became a ghost.
He lived among them, no longer the cheerful dad becoming the quiet dad who gave no single input. He no longer lived to make his children laugh. He was there, but why did it seem they had lost him?
For Y/N to know that Saylor has noticed how distant he has become, she must do something. She has no idea where to start, but she has an idea of someone always ready to help.
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Lucy slowly walked up the steps holding onto the railing as her parents taught her. She made the short walk to the end of the hallway, her mermaid plushy in hand. She pushed the door open, finding the person she was searching for, her father sitting on his leather couch filled with pillows, notebooks opened on the table.
“Daddy?”
Harry turned his head at the sound of a small voice. “Hi, Luce.”
“Can you play with me?”
He sighed, dropping the notebook in his hand. “Not right now.”
“Why?” A simple question for a four-year-old.
“I’m busy.”
“But Daddy,”
“No, Lucy.”
Lucy’s shoulders drop, and her eyes well up with tears. Her father didn’t bother picking up his head to notice he hurt her feelings. She hurries out of the room and into her brother’s room because he always makes her feel better.
At dinner, it’s quieter than usual. Y/N sees her children whisper to each other but never look up from their plates. Harry eats quietly until he notices Lucy not eating her vegetables.
“Lucy, can’t ignore your veggies.” He points out to Y/N’s plate. “Mummy’s eating all of hers.”
Lucy ignores him, purposely pushing the veggies further away to the edge of her plate. Harry puts his fork down, “Lucy Anne, please.”
“Lucy is upset with you, Dad. Please don’t talk to her like that.” Saylor speaks up, shocking both Y/N and Harry.
“What do you mean, Saylor?” Y/N asks, not understanding what happened in the short time she was away buying groceries earlier in the day.
“Dad made Luce cry and did not apologize.” Saylor looks down at Lucy holding her hand tight, while she looks down at her plate. In times like these, Y/N wondered what she did right to have such exceptional children but what they did wrong to be bad parents.
“Lucy, do you want to tell me what happened?”
Lucy looks up, meeting her mother’s gentle gaze, and nods her head. “Penny and I wanted Dad to play with us, but he used his mean voice to tell me no.”
Y/N spares Harry a look who hasn’t looked away from Lucy. No sign that he was going to make an apology. Instead, he excuses himself, stating he had a phone call to make.
“Luce, baby. I’m sorry he spoke to you like that. Sometimes Dad can get busy. I’m sure he didn’t mean it.” Y/N tries to assure her daughter, who has now climbed into her clap.
“I miss Daddy playing with me.” She confesses.
Y/N feels her heartbreak, but there is nothing she could do about how Harry decides to act, but she does know her children deserve better.
“Tell you what, after dinner, I’ll play with you if you want, and I’ll speak with your dad, alright, pumpkin?”
Lucy nods, giving Y/N a big kiss before munching on the last pieces of carrots she had left before walking her plate over to the sink with her brother’s help.
There was a conversation to be had.
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That night as Y/N began to settle for bed, she knew she had to speak with Harry. She hesitated knocking on the bedroom door, but the room no longer felt theirs. It just felt his.
She walked in a few seconds after hearing a faint come in. The room looked the same. Her side of the bed looked the same except for a missing photo of them on their first date at a fair where Harry had won her a stuffed banana plushie that now lived in their son’s room. The frame now sat on Harry’s bedside.
“Harry,”
He sighs, “I know. I messed up.”
“You’re a good father. Luce is only four. She wears her heart on her sleeve. You know that.”
“I was busy.”
“I’m sure you were, but you could have spoken to her differently.” Y/N reminds him.
Harry tries to push the blame onto her, “it’s hard when they’re constantly walking into my office.”
She shakes her head, “don’t blame me, Harry.”
“Y/N–”
“You said you wanted this. That you wanted this life.” You reminded him. “That you wanted a home office to be close to our children for when they needed you–for when I needed you.”
“I’m not so sure anymore,” he whispers, breaking Y/N’s heart.
With nothing else to say, she leaves Harry in their bedroom and searches for her children needing the comfort of their love. The two people could make her smile no matter what she felt. It seems that a lot has changed even for her because that used to be Harry, and now she tiptoes her feelings around him.
The following days are quiet. Saylor eats each meal with no questions to either of his parents. At age four, Lucy was oblivious to it, carrying the conversation with Y/N’s occasional answer or question, having forgotten about what had happened days before. Harry sits glum at the table each day while Y/N tries her best to swallow all her tears until she tucks herself into the guest room, where she allows herself to cry in the quiet of the room.
Y/N had dropped off the kids with Gemma as she wanted to take them to the zoo. That meant it gave her time to speak with Harry. She arrived home to find him watching a documentary in the living room.
“Harry, I’m back.” She calls out.
He pauses his film because even with the distance in their relationship, he can still pick up when she needs his attention.
“Talked with Jeff,” Y/N tells Harry.
“What for?”
Y/N sighs. “I don’t like that you’re not happy. That you–you resent us for choices made years ago, but if there’s something we can do, then I had to try.”
Harry frowns, “what are you saying?”
She places a folder on Harry’s lap, and with the left hand that now only holds the gold wedding band Y/N put on his finger six years ago, he flips it open. Inside is a tour flyer reading: Harry Styles The Disco Tour: It’s time to dance again.
“I don’t know if we fit in the picture, but we’ll always love you.”
“What is this?”
“Jeff says the team is ready to prepare for a tour if you're open to the idea. You can start in Europe and work up from there, but he said it’s clear you’d have a sold-out world tour if that’s what you wanted.”
Harry looks at the papers in disbelief. It’s potential schedules, shows, and an album release if that is what he wanted. All the plans laid out for him. All he had to do was decide.
“Do you know—this is crazy!” Harry tells her, setting the papers on the coffee table. “I–I”
“Don’t make the decision right now.” Y/N sighs and reaches for his hand squeezing it tight. “Family aside, do what makes you happy.”
Y/N walks away, knowing that this would change their lives, hopefully for the better. Maybe once Harry found himself again, he would find his family.
And it’s to no surprise two months later, Harry was pulling the suitcases out, filling them with clothes he had an opening show in Los Angeles soon. It sold out in minutes, to no one’s surprise. It was the first time in months she saw the glimmer of a smile on his face. As Harry prepared to say goodbye to his family, he felt a pang of regret for making them feel like he didn’t love them because that wasn’t the case. He loved them, but he also loved performing. It seemed that he couldn’t live with just one. Now he’d have to find how to balance being a pop star, a father, and a husband, but he felt he could make it work.
He had to.
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Kitchen Disasters (H.S)
The following fan fiction is based on this idea. I hope you like it because I definitely had fun writing this.
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Summary: Harry’s attempt at making Mother’s Day lunch.
Warnings: mentions of food and swearing.
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What is he thinking? He can’t cook to save his life. Sure, he knew how to bake when he was a mere sixteen year old but now he simply can’t. Admittedly, you are the cook in this relationship.
‘Come on, man, you’ve got this. Get it together.’
With the mantra repeating in his mind, he gets to work. Thank god, you weren’t awake to see the disaster that was about to ensue. You would’ve had his head served on the platter instead of the steak.
Harry wasn’t here for mother’s day because he had to fly out to Italy for some dress rehearsals with Allesandro and Harry Lambert for his upcoming public appearances. You wanted to go with him but having a six month old toddler and a four your old pre schooler wasn’t exactly an ideal traveling situation. Handing Harry the children the moment he came back, you trotted off to your bedroom for some much needed sleep. If you knew having two kids would’ve been this stressful, you wouldn’t have allowed Harry within a six mile radius of you. Oh, who were you kidding, its Harry Styles. No one can resist that narcissist’s charm.
“Where’s the bloody pan? Y’shouldn’t have bought a damn mansion. Who needs one anyway?” Clattering of the silver is possibly echoing throughout the kitchen but he cannot bring himself to care. Harry’s main concern is finding the right utensils for his venture. You were going to get a steak, no matter what. You deserved a nice lunch for taking care of your children alone when it was both of yours’ responsibility.
The cabinets are thoughtfully organized because let’s admit it, you are a bit of a control freak. Rummaging through them really makes a mess but he is nothing if not a man on a mission. Once he finds the right cabinet, he jumps, forgetting he is six feet tall in all the excitement.
‘Ow! (Y/N) always told y’to close the cabinets. Y’should listen to her but please god, don’t let her notice this bruise. She’ll be t’smug.’
Taking out the frosted meat from the freezer, he dumps it right into the frying pan. The meat is already defrosting a little bit so he figures it shouldn’t be a problem.
‘Hmm, should I use the sauce pan instead, don’t want the oil t’spill.’
The transfer proves a little difficult when the steaks keep slipping out of the tongs and onto the marble tops.
‘These bloody steaks need a spankin’, I swear.’
The olive oil is thankfully right besides the stove so he didn’t have to go on another wild hunt. After spraying a generous amount into the sauce pan, he has one more task to achieve: turning the stove on.
Tick, tick
Tick, tick
Tick, tick
“Daddy, y’need to use the gun.”
“Huh, wha’?” There at the entryway, stands your mini replica with a slight frown on her face. The folded arms, the foot tapping, and the glare hauntingly reminds Harry of his wife. Maybe it would’ve been better if you had busted him. Atlas was a stickler for rules and cleanliness even at the mere age of four which is not exactly an ideal thing for the beloved rockstar. You aren’t the only woman that bosses him around the house. From the moment Atlas learnt to walk, she was already organizing her stuffed animals and having proper tea parties with her parents. She wasn’t the one to mess around with and now, right in this moment, she is definitely pissed off at the sight of the messy kitchen with the open cabinets and the cutlery haphazardly thrown on the floor.
“Y’gotta light it up, daddy.”
“But it’s electrical, pet.”
“Mummy lights it up w’this.” Handing him a gas lighter, she stares him right in the eyes with an annoyed glare.
“Th- Thank y’darling. Guess it’s not electrical, then.” He knew he wasn’t helping his case but he was breaking under her intense gaze. In the trials of parenthood, he has found nothing to be scarier than the glare of his four year old .
“Daddy, Arty threw her binky at me and woke m’up.”
Sighing, he turns the stove on and starts taking milk out of the refrigerator. He just knows that Artemis is going to be in one of her moods and that the nap hasn’t worked. Now, he has two cranky babies instead of one. Just great.
“Y’want a pouch, baby?”
The chubby finger came onto her chin because this was such a big decision. Well, it was a big decision for a four year old. “Applesauce, please.”
“Thank yeh for using your manners, darling.”
Atlas moves towards the living room with the pouch tucked between her puffy lips. Walking towards Atlas’s room, he was glad that he had put pillows around the bed for both of them because Artemis was rolling towards the corner. She has been mobile from the past one month and it has been one hell of an experience. Every single day, she tries to find new ways to escape her crib and injure herself in the process.
“Come on, li’l monkey. I bet you’re hungry.”
“Dadda! Dadda!” The feeling that comes with this one word has never gotten old and for this, Harry has only one person to thank: you.
“Yeah, ‘m your daddy. Come on, let’s get y’fed up.” Softly gazing at her as she peacefully sucks on her bottle, Harry thinks back to the first time he met you. A journalist running into him during the Grammy Awards. Harry has never been glad that his thousand dollar suit was ruined because he met you through that incident. You are still as feisty and ferocious as you were back then. Really keeping the relationship alive.
Seeing his little creation flapping her feet around and fervently sucking on the bottle, he starts his one sided conversation.
“It’s just tha’ yummy, li’l monkey.”
“I understand, I’ve tasted it as well.”
“Your mummy’s amazin’, isn’t she?”
“Love m’three girls so much.”
Time flies by when he is with her because she is a perfect mixture of both you and him. This little girl came into the world very early and there was a heavy chance that she might not have survived. However, she fought her way through this world and here she is, safe in his arms. To imagine a life without one of his girls is more painful than a knife stabbing at his heart.
“Daddy, somethin’ is burning.”
“What are y’talking about?”
“The smell, daddy.” Sometimes it really felt like she was the parent in this dynamic.
“Oh shit!”
“No cursing, daddy!” Correction: she is the parent in this relationship.
“Sorry, pet. Let’s go downstairs and see if mama’s lunch is alrigh’.”
Harry should be thankful that Atlas is listening to him today because she does not move from her seat while he tends to the charred meat. Artemis keeps looking at her father with curious eyes as he runs around the kitchen to find a cloth. He doesn’t want the fire alarm to go off and wake you up.
“Daddy, whatcha lookin’ for?”
“A cloth, baby.”
“Why?”
“For t’alarm.”
“Y’can open the window.” Halting in his steps, he does not acknowledge her statement and just goes to open the window above the sink. No need to give her the satisfaction.
’This meat can be salvaged. She’d just ‘ave to chew a li’l bit more.’
Next come the mashed potatoes because no one likes to serve steak without them. The only problem is that he didn’t know where the potato peeler is so he has to use the knife. Towards the end, there are not many potatoes left to boil. But they have to do because he is running out of time. Soon, the potatoes are boiled and Harry gets to working on them.
‘The potatoes shouldn’t be stained. Did (Y/N) use water in the mashed potatoes? I think she did. They’ll be t’dry without it.’
A whole stick of butter is thrown into the pot along with five tea spoons of salt. The pepper, on the other hand, is a totally different case. The container does not budge and he knows his trainer would have his ass if he could see the struggle right now.
The cap twists unexpectedly and the powder directly flies into his eyes. “My eyes! Oh, m’eyes!”
Running to the sink, he tries to open the faucet but he can’t open his eyes to see a damn thing. After several tries, the water starts coming but it doesn’t really help matters.
“Daddy, I don’t think y’should cook.”
“Thanks, pet.” He knows that a four year old doesn’t understand sarcasm but he can’t help himself.
When it doesn’t seem like his eyes will melt, he goes towards the stove and slowly starts working on the mashed potatoes. Safe to say, he is afraid of another disaster.
Hot potato, hot potato
Hot potato, hot potato
Hot potato, hot potato
Potato, potato, potato
“That’s our song, daddy!”
“Oh, that’s where I heard it.”
“Daddy, dance?” A small tradition between the duo is to dance on the Wiggles’ song. It has been there since she took her first steps and Harry silently hopes that it will never go away.
“Always, baby.”
Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti
Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti
Cold spaghetti, cold spaghetti
spaghetti, spaghetti, spaghetti
Spinning around the kitchen, he can’t help but look at his daughter with utter love and devotion. She is his second love after you and she made him a father. The feeling of holding a bundled up baby for the first time was an experience he still cannot put into words.
Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy
Whooo, wiggy wiggy wiggy
“Arty, y’can do this with dadda until y’start walking. You better do, pet.”
“I don’t think she cares, daddy.” Again, she is right. Artemis appears to be more interested in fitting her whole fist in her mouth rather than looking at them.
When he is finally done with cooking, he doesn’t want to focus on the fact that the mashed potatoes are still looking a little slimy. He will just call them his special dish. Everyone has their own unique dish. Taking the tray in his hand, he walks upstairs with Atlas hot on his tail.
I'm on the roof
You're in your airplane seat
I was nose bleeding
Looking for life, out there
Reading your horoscope
You were just doing cocaine
In my kitchen, you never listen
I hope you're missing me by now
He has been singing his songs for a very long time in the house so Artemis isn’t even phased by it. The moment he opens the door, he sees you leaning on the headboard with your phone in your hand.
“I was about to come down-“ You were cut off by your husband’s singing and you weren’t going to complain. A free Harry Styles concert? Who would say no to that?
If I was a bluebird
I would fly to you
You'd be the spoon
Dip you in honey
So I could be sticking to you
The small shimmy that he does from your door to the bed tempts you to make a video of him. He looked so good in his simple grey joggers with tattoos on display and slightly tousled hair. An epitome of beauty, if someone asks you.
“Hi, baby. What’s all this?”
“Just to show a li’l appreciation for my baby mama.”
“H, what is this?” Looking at the tray, you can’t help but wonder if the food is actually edible.
“This is food tha’ I prepared with m’sweat and blood.”
“Thank you, baby but this doesn’t exactly look edible.”
“Y’have to try it.”
When Atlas comes sits beside you, you realise that your other daughter isn’t anywhere to be seen.
“Harry, where’s Arty?”
A realisation dawns upon him and he exclaims sheepishly, “Oh, that’s wha’ I was forgetting. Be back in a jiff.”
“Till then I’m going to try this out.” A sense of dread fills your stomach as soon as you cut into the steak. It didn’t look well done but you thought that it’ll be okay as you liked it medium-rare anyways.
“This is definitely raw.” Spitting the meat out in to the napkin, you tried to wash the taste down with water.
“Here’s the bub.” Artemis didn’t look up as she was too invested in biting onto his shoulder with the single new tooth that had made its appearance known a few days back. Excitement seeping through his voice, he asked “How’s t’steak?”
“Are you trying to give me salmonella?”
“Darlin’, isn’t that a fish?”
“Harry, it’s a disease.”
“Oh.”
“Please never help our kids with homework.”
Dramatically, he places his hand on his chest in mock offence. Although, he isn’t ashamed to admit that you are the smart one out of you two.
“Try out t’mashed potatoes. They are m’own recipe.”
Looking at him with a silent wonderment, you voiced out your question, “Isn’t there just one recipe for mashed potatoes?”
“Oh hush.” Taking the spoon from your hand, he feeds you a mouthful.
“Harry, it’s too salty!”
“But-“
Cutting him off, she put the tray aside, she pulls him closer, “Don’t fret about the food. Thank you so much for doing this, baby. I love you.”
“I love you too. Let’s go out today and m’mum can take the bubs today.”
“Then maybe when we come home, you can show me your real appreciation.”
“Y’got yourself a deal.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed it!!
A/N: So I have been working on this for a couple of days and @peculiarpenman and @pettinesspersonified have been helping me with it. A big thank you to both of them because they are the ones who do most of the work. I have been currently obsessed with Harry’s album so I added one of my favorite songs into this piece. Hope you guys love it!! Do let me know. Love y’all!!
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ | ʜ. ꜱᴛʏʟᴇꜱ
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Harry Styles x Wife!Reader
summary: Harry’s final show is over, and now the aftermath is hitting.
word count: 1.7k
warnings: crying, mentions of pregnancy (I couldn’t help it, sorry 👉🏻👈🏻), and dad-to-be!Harry, fluff, soft!reader, soft!Harry, more crying, just fluffness, not entirely proofread
author’s note: I only could watch parts of the livestream and saw videos on Twitter, and because I was so emotional over this, I had to write something. This is my first time writing in a while, so please bear with me, thaaaaanks
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YN would have to lie if she told anybody her eyes were entirely dry over the course of his final show. No one would believe her anyway because the internet was full of evidence that she certainly had been crying—she had been a never-ending waterfall from the minute the intro had started, and Harry arrived on stage.
Maybe her hormones were already more chaotic and over the top than she had anticipated.
But seeing him falling to his knees, overwhelmed by all the emotions crashing down on him, seeing his loyal fans in numbers of thousands gathered to celebrate him and his last night on tour, also took her in. A moment after, she had found herself in the embraces of Anne and Gemma, all three women watching the man they loved so deeply and dearly doing what he loved the most while the venue cheered for him. It was an otherworldly moment, YN was sure of it. Her heart ached in astonishing proudness, in overwhelming love and devotion, but also in sympathy because the woman already knew how hard this was for Harry. He just loved his work just as much as he loved her. But she would be ready to catch him from falling and build him up again if he needed it.
Apparently, Harry’s goal tonight was to make this even more emotional than it already was, to ingrain it in her memory for all the years ahead of them, as he stood again and slowly, still in awe, walked back to the microphone stand, the Love Band in his back. YN only could wipe away the last fallen tears, her head resting against Anne’s shoulder, feeling Gemma’s head resting on hers, before Harry’s next words let new salty oceans well up in her already red eyes.
“This-this tour was the biggest adventure so far in my life, and-and I will be forever grateful for the experiences I was fortunate enough to have, thanks to all of you. I will never forget that. Never. But now—“ His still watery eyes searched through the crowds until he seemingly found her, a knowing smile stretching over his lips. “Now, I’ll aboard the grandest adventure of a lifetime, feeling prepared enough not to make a fool out of myself, for not letting this gorgeous, gorgeous woman—“ He pointed in her direction, and the fans screamed as some of them seemed to realize what he was telling them. “—down and disappoint her. You helped me to grow over the past two years, and becoming a dad isn’t so frightening anymore.” Now, everyone caught up to it, the venue boomed and buzzed with excitement, and YN couldn’t hold back the pent-up tears and the smile appearing on her face.
This really was a final show to behold.
“Thank you to all of you. I might be gone for a while, but I’ll come back with something magical. I promise. Stay true, stay wild, stay kind. Remember everything will be alright.”
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It took almost two hours until YN saw Harry rounding the corner and walking toward her in their hotel room. She had already gotten ready for the night, had ordered dinner for them, and got the place as cozy as possible. They wouldn’t stay long here before finally heading to Harry’s Italian sanctuary, reveling in the endless amounts of free and uninterrupted time together, distressing from this incredible tour, and preparing everything for the new addition to their small family.
“Hey,” she whispered as Harry wordlessly sank to his knees in front of the bed, kneeling between her legs and resting his head against her chest. YN could hear him humming in contentment as her fingers started to card through his still-damp hair, not caring for the sweat clinging to him. “You were incredible. I am so, so proud.” She continued to whisper praise after praise, interrupted only by soft kisses to the top of Harry’s head until she felt his shoulders shake under her loving hands and the quiet sobs pressed out against her top. “Oh, baby…” Tightly, they held onto one another, feeling each other as closely as possible while he drenched her shirt in much-needed tears and never let go of her.
YN didn’t care a millisecond for her clothes and let him cry until the only sounds inside the hotel room were his heavy, shaky breaths and her soothing voice, whispering sweet nothings into his soft curls, against his forehead, his temple. She felt his strong hands on her back, his long fingers burying into the soft fabric of her shirt, which had been once his a long time ago. Not able to stop, YN continued to press kisses to every spot she could reach and gently guided him through the emotional turmoil of the aftermath as best as she could.
After some time, Harry inhaled deeply before a long, deep sigh released it again, his body now unmoving resting against hers, slowly relaxing in her embrace. In one moment, he was like warmed clay under her hands, molding perfectly against her, and in the next, his hands had wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her wordlessly into the adjacent bathroom, gently placing her on the bench next to the shower. YN knew he needed her close, even though he stepped under the warm water stream alone at first. Without so much as a second thought, she discarded the clothes, ignored the fact that she had already showered earlier, and stepped right behind him into the glass cabin.
Hands softly, lovingly, glided over his hips before arms wrapped themselves around it, a face pressed against his back, fingers slowly tracing every single dark inked line on warm skin. Featherlike kisses flew over his back, and she could hear him sigh again, still not saying a word, still contemplating the last hours. Another heavy, shaky inhale was the sign of the next set of tears, and now, he turned in her arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, pulling her as closely as possible to hold onto something in the sea of overwhelming emotions.
“It’s okay, love. Let it out. I’m here,” YN could only mumble against his shoulder, feeling somewhat helpless and on the verge of crying herself while the hormones started to run havoc inside her once again. But she never had liked seeing him upset or even crying, to begin with, too empathetic not to be fazed by it. Most times, she had cried alongside him until they laughed under tears which had always changed the mood to something brighter. But now, YN felt it wasn’t her place to cry along, so she bottled it up, forcing the traitorous tears down and let her hand find his cheek to gently caress it with the pad of her thumb.
Harry mumbled something inaudible against her neck, grabbing her tighter than before. “Hm? What was that?” YN asked quietly, her words almost drowned by the still-running shower. “Don’t think I’m mourning this tour more than I want to spend time with you,” he repeated himself and pulled his head back to let their foreheads meet again. “My career isn’t more important than you. Or the family we’re starting.” Blinking stunned, YN softly furrowed her brows, slowly shaking her head. “I’d never think that,” she finally whispered, not sure where this came from all of a sudden. Her thumbs wiped away the remaining tears. “There wasn’t a single moment in the past eight years where I felt like a second choice. I never thought you prioritized your career over me. So… Never think that. Okay? We know we’re loved without measure, beyond compare, H.”
At that, Harry started to smile, eyes still watery, and placed one of his hands over the place where his second true love was safely growing. “Thank you, sunflower.” It was only a whisper, voice filled with wonder, as he looked down at the woman who had decided he was worthy enough for her love all those years ago and who had grown alongside him. And now she gifted him the most precious thing he could ever ask for: fatherhood with the woman he loved more than anything else at his side.
YN smiled up at him and let Harry kiss her softly. “Nothing to thank me for, love. It’s my job. I’ll always be here to catch you, just as I have always done.“ Mumbling against his lips, she couldn’t let go of him, but soon, she was wrapped in a fluffy towel, and Harry lovingly dried her hair, always watching her through the mirror above the sink with a loving expression. She watched him just as closely, seeing that one familiar spark of inspiration lighting up in his mesmerizing eyes, but he contained himself. YN couldn’t have any of that. “You can go and do your magic, y’know? Dinner should be here soon, and the little bean and I can entertain ourselves.” But she should’ve known better and allowed Harry to pull her back against his chest. “The music can wait. I need this. Need you. Time with you. Wanna talk about anything and everything. Want to talk to the little bean. I want to have dinner with my wife on the balcony. I want to sleep in with her tomorrow before we head out to the villa.”
Sometimes, YN couldn’t comprehend her luck, couldn’t comprehend how it was possible for someone to love another human so deeply. It was like a miracle.
Grinning, she let both brows wander up in question. “Have you ever thought about telling your fans that the Harry Styles is not only becoming a dad but is also a married man?” A chuckle escaped them at that, and she still wondered how they had been so successful in keeping secrets from the world. “Maybe after coming back,” he continued to chuckle as he bent down and kissed her right shoulder, his thumbs now sweeping over her skin like soft feathers.
The moment of contentedly looking at one another through the slightly fogged-up mirror was over as the sound of knuckles against the wooden hotel room door echoed through their rooms. Harry bent down once again, his index finger resting under her chin and turning her face to capture her lips in another kiss. He just couldn’t get enough of her. “I’ll set up dinner, and you’ll get cozy again, sunflower.”
And with that, he ventured out of the bathroom, leaving a smiling YN behind.
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In Sickness and In Health
Harry styles x wife!reader
cw: illness, throwing up
eyes blinking open, Harry awoke at the sound of Y/N retching into the toilet bowl. Her once still body had been replaced by a desolate absence in their shared bed. Upon registering the sound of Y/N harrowingly spilling her dinner in the bathroom, Harry jumped up and rushed to her side.
"s'okay baby" he murmured comfortingly while rubbing a hand up and down her back. Harry pulled her hair back and waited for her sickly episode to subside, whispering comforting words in her ear in the process.
After about 5 minutes, Y/N was finally able to lazily lift her head up to look at her husband sat crosslegged directly behind her. "H you shouldn't be in here, you'll get sick" she whined trying to push him away. "nonsense love." Harry replied, pulling her to his chest and stroking her hair as tears threatened to spill from Y/N's eyes.
He comforted her for a while before asking "you think you're ok to get into bed? You're burning up I'll have to go and get you some medicine from downstairs." To this, Y/N nodded and allowed Harry to guide her out of their bathroom and into the bedroom.
He sat her down on the bed and began removing her dirty pyjamas to help her put a new, clean set on. Tucking her into bed, Harry glanced at the clock. 2:30 AM. "Angel, i'm going to go downstairs to get you some medicine. I'll be quick, I promise." Y/N nodded, too tired and weak to properly respond.
By the time Harry got back upstairs Y/N had already drifted off. He couldn't leave her in the state she was in so slowly shook her awake. "not yet lovie" he cooed, stroking her cheek. Passing her the paracetamol and a small glass of water, he watched as she took them.
"okay angel lie down m'gonna put this on you're head so hopefully you'll feel a tad bit better in the morning" Harry places a damp cloth on Y/N's forehead as she snuggled down into the bed.
As Harry went to turn the small lamp on his bedside table off, he heard Y/N murmur something.
"what was that baby?" Harry glanced over to his wife.
"Thank you Harry, I love you" she whispered, throat still raw from the acidity of her vomit.
"I love you too Y/N, and no need to thank me baby. In sickness and In health remember?"
Y/N smiled up at the darkness above her at the quote of their vows "yeah, in sickness and in health."
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hi there! picture #3 fluff :)
Finally had some time to write more of these! Thank you for your request and mostly your patience 💖 Some husband and dad Harry for you!
Warnings: just birth talk and pregnancy talk!
It was nearing 2am when one of the stronger contractions you'd been having assailed you right as you were about to doze off. You bit your lip as to not make too much noise and wake Harry. You were jealous as you glanced over to see Harry blissfully zonked out while you struggled to get any rest from your size and pain. Your back had been killing you for a few days now, but it was just getting progressively worse and nothing had been helping to ease your discomfort throughout the evening. And you were well aware that this was an indicator that you'd be giving birth soon given the contractions you'd been experiencing since the morning, but they were too far apart to make you go to the hospital, you'd been tracking them carefully with Anne. But this one that had just made you grit your teeth had been nothing like the ones you'd been feeling throughout the day. You were tense as the pain radiated down your legs even and when it passed you carefully got out of bed as to not disturb Harry.
You just needed to walk it off, so you migrated down to the kitchen because the pain had made you a bit queasy and you wanted to make yourself a bit of ginger tea to help relieve the icky feeling. You waited a few minutes for your tea to cool some before you indulged in it. You never liked the taste of ginger tea, or ginger in general but you knew that you would have a stronger dislike for it now as you quickly set your mug down and clung to the kitchen counter, exhaling slowly as a particularly strong cramp hit you. You literally whimpered as this one seemed to last a bit longer than the one that had made you get out of bed.
"Darling, just exhale slowly." you heard Anne's soothing voice and saw her slipper-clad feet off to the side as her warm hand rubbed over your back. You nodded, assuring her that you'd heard her and did as she said. After a couple moments the pain had subsided enough that you could straighten up again and she smiled softly at you, "S'that the first bad one?" she asked you.
"Second." you said, full back to normal now and you reached for your tea again and had a sip before you glanced to the time on the microwave, "First one was at 1:36." you informed, "So like...a little bit over 10 minutes ago?" you said.
"This is your first one 10 minutes apart?" she asked and you nodded.
"Oh, you're getting close! Should I call your mum to be ready just in case?" she asked and you nodded to confirm.
"Please." you said and she nodded and hurried off to the guest bedroom to make the call. You knew that she wouldn't leave you alone, so you made her some tea as well and she thanked you when she returned.
"Read my mind!" she said with a small smile, "How're you feeling about this all?" Anne asked you and you bit your lip before answering.
"Honestly, all of the excitement is kind of gone now..." you sighed softly, "Like it's more fear or nerves that something will go wrong or like how much more is this going to hurt? There's...regret." you said honestly, feeling so guilty as you confessed it, "Like obviously, I'm happy we're having a baby and I don't regret the baby, but like, what if I'm not ready to be a good mom yet? Like regret in that sense, of like maybe we rushed this?" Anne nodded as she listened, there wasn't any judgement on her face at all.
"I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that it'll be easy. And I'm not just talking about the birthing... if I'm being honest that's the easy part." she said with a small smile and you smiled as well, "But you're ready." She encouraged you as she tucked your hair behind your ear, "H is ready." she said and you nodded.
"He's been ready." you said softly and Anne nodded with a chuckle.
"You know, he called me after your first date and he said that he thought you were the one." she said and you looked to her with some surprise.
"After the first date?" you asked and she nodded, "Did he tell you it was just shy of a disaster?" you asked with a smile.
"He alluded to it...tell me." she said and you shook your head with a chuckle as you remembered it.
"He was nearly 20 minutes late." you shared with a small smile, "Being who he is, they still seated us, even though the staff thought that I had just used his name to get a good table." you explained and Anne chuckled, "When he finally showed up he looked completely worn out, I guess it'd been quite a long day at the studio." you recalled, "And ummm...then I asked him for a meal recommendation since he'd picked the place and then he told me that he had never even eaten there before, he'd seen a video on instagram apparently and thought the place looked cool." you recalled, "That's when I really just wanted to get up and leave." you said and Anne groaned with a shake of her head. "Like...I didn't want to be rude, even though it feel poorly planned and a bit haphazard, you know? The friend who had set us up had really been plotting this for a long time and I kept rejecting the idea because I just felt like we wouldn't be a good fit. So I stuck it out just to prove to my friend that I was right." you explained to Anne with a grin, "When we were leaving he shook my hand and said it was lovely to meet me and just walked the other way. I was livid and was literally looking up my friend's contact as I stormed over to my car and suddenly he was calling me and when I picked up he asked me for a ride "home". He forgot that he hadn't driven there." you shared and Anne shook her head.
"Seriously?"
"Seriously! I felt bad so I just said yes and picked him up out front and he gave me an address and it was to the studio, not his house." you said "And there was an accident or something, but there was plenty of traffic and he dozed off on me in the car. I had to wake him up when we arrived. I literally wanted to cry, like I felt humiliated and like maybe my friend secretly hated me." you said and Anne frowned as you told your side of the events, "I told my friend that if he said anything to just let him know that I wasn't interested in anything with him." you said with a small smile now, "And one night, a week or so later, he showed up at my place with flowers and this crazy story about how one of his friends had made a mushroom infused tea and he didn't know about it until he'd had a mug. No one warned him that it was laced or anything because they didn't know he had a date and whatever. And even high, he didn’t want to cancel because he really wanted to be there and he knew I was hesitant to begin with. So he thought if he cancelled last minute I just wouldn’t give him another shot. Which I mean…he was right about that.” you said through a chuckle and Anne was grinning and shaking her head.
"And uh, he apologized profusely and he completely understood that I wanted nothing to do with him, but he at least wanted to explain himself and apologize for his behavior and the really shitty date in person. He also apologized for waiting so long, but that he was absolutely mortified and needed to build the courage to come talk to me." you said, "And ummm... I don't know, I liked that he went out of his way to apologize. Most people would just call or text, you know? And so before he left I asked him if he wanted to stay for dinner and he accepted, and ate the food, even though it wasn't vegetarian...I didn't know at the time." you explained and Anne smiled, "And ummm...well the rest is history."
"Well yeah, he definitely left all of that out." Anne said and you laughed softly and then your smile disappeared as you hissed as another contraction came and then after a few moments it faded again, "He told me that you had been so kind, patient, and understanding with him the whole time. He said that you had a lovely smile and that there was just something about you. Now I'm thinking he imagined the whole thing..." Anne joked and you laughed along with her. And she was helping you feel better and then you remembered something.
"Oh, we were supposed to be recording this whole thing. Lloyd wanted to make a little thing for us from our footage!" you recalled.
"Such a sweet lad." Anne cooed at the mention of him and you smiled and nodded.
"He really is." you pouted with endearment. "The camera's in the go bag by the door." you said and Anne rushed off to get it. She had managed to get it on and had returned already recording.
"I think I've done it." she said and you nodded, the little red light up front indicating that she was in fact recording. "So tell us, what's going on?"
"Well it's... 2am and your father, Harry is completely knocked out, sleeping like a log...I am having thee contractions now." you said to the camera, "Felt gross so I made some ginger tea and now...oh....another's coming." you winced a bit and your smile faded.
"Breathe, love. Just breathe."
"Ahhh...." you whimpered and tried to relax your body as much as possible, but it was not happening, "OK, I think it's time to wake your dad up so that he has time to freak out and get dressed." you said to the camera and Anne smiled and Anne stopped the recording, "Let me take this from you," you said and she haded over the camera.
"Do you need help getting up the stairs?"
"No, I think I can do it. I'll shout for Harry if I get stuck." you said with a smile and she giggled.
"Alright." she looked at you a bit skeptically, but she didn't want to push you, it was important that you felt confident and capable as you went into this final stage of carrying your baby.
"I insist. Go ahead and take a shower, get dressed, you might not be able to in a few days." you reminded and she nodded, that much was true.
"Alright, I'll text your mum an update." she said and you thanked her before you waddled on up.
You quietly made your way into your shared bedroom with Harry, the light from the hallway helped you to see him already sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Where'd you go?" he asked lowly and you zoomed in on his face as he glanced towards you.
"To make some tea, was feeling nauseous." you explained and he hummed. "S'almost time, daddy." you said and his eyes widened a bit.
"Wait, seriously?" he asked, suddenly more alert and you nodded and shut off the camera before waddling over to his side of the bed. You set the camera down as he leaned closer and held the sides of your belly and kissed the top of it.
"The contractions are about ten minutes apart, s'been almost an hour of that." you informed him and he hummed, "Should probably hop in the shower." you said and he nodded.
"Want help?" he asked and you shook your head.
"S'alright, I think I just need a little mental preparation." you said and he nodded in understanding.
"OK, I'll get everything in the car. S'mum up?"
"Yeah, she's having a shower." you smiled as you played with the longer curls at the top of his head.
"I think she's a girl." Harry said and smiled up at you, "I don't know, I just feel it." he hummed and you smiled.
"I think so too." you confessed and he was beaming. He wasn't so much worried about you, he was just really eager to meet your baby girl. He knew that you were a bit scared, you'd been expressing it to him several times over the last couple weeks, but he also knew that you were strong and that you'd do a great job delivering your baby.
"I love you." he said to you.
"I love you." you responded, "Alright, let's get going." you said and he nodded. You straighten out the bed a bit as Harry got his robe on then rushed down to get the car loaded. You had showered and now were laying your outfit out on the bed when the next contraction came. "Oh fuck..." you winced as this one seemed to hit a little harder.
"Oh, baby." Harry came up beside you and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it tight as the pain radiated from your lower back all the way down your legs. You were trying to breathe through it as Anne had instructed earlier. Harry's other hand came to your back, where you'd been saying was sore and he rubbed with some pressure, hoping that he was helping in some way. He kissed your wet hair and your exhaled shakily as the pain started to subside. "I wish there was more I could do." he said softly as you relaxed now that the pain had mostly gone.
"Think you did enough." you said with a slightly pained smile and he shook his head and chuckled at your little joke. "Alright, get washed up! you reminded and he nodded and kissed your lips before hurrying into the bathroom. He hopped in the shower quickly as you got dressed, it did take a bit longer now that moving was hard. Then you checked your purse and made sure that your phone was charged and that you had the power bank in there. You heard Harry get the blowdryer on, he was prone to colds and the last thing he wanted was to get sick because he went out with wet hair and then not be able to be around you two. LA was not as warm as it typically was this time of year, so he just needed to go the extra mile. After he finished up you reached for the camera and started recording as you approached the bathroom, you smiled as the angle you were coming from captured Harry brushing his teeth in the mirror. "It is 2:37 in the morning and there's your dad, getting ready to go." you said as you zoomed into his reflection, "He's also very excited to meet you." you said and Harry's eyes met with yours through the mirror. He spit out the toothpaste foam in his mouth and he smiled at you.
"C'mere." he urged you and you zoomed out as you waddled in, "Let me see that." he said taking the camera from your and turning it around to you. "Listen here, baby Styles." he started and you rolled your eyes playfully, "There's no way you'll ever know what it took to get you here. Everything your mum's about to do to get you into our arms, it's gonna be a lot. A lot of pain and a lot of time, but there's also going to be a lot of love. And every family has their up and downs, but whenever you get upset at your mum in the future just remember everything she went through to make sure you were here with us. She took such good care of you while you were in her tummy and she will take good care of your for the rest of your life." he said and you smiled at him, "So just...be nice and patient with her, especially when you're a teenager OK?" he said and you chuckled, "I mean look at how pretty she is. How could anyone ever have any bad feelings towards her?" he said and you shook your head, "And I will make sure to set a really good example for you on how we treat your mum. I can't wait to meet you. I love you already." he said and you rolled your lips together to suppress your smile. "I love you too." he said as he zoomed further and further into your smile before he stopped recording and set the camera down. Just then the next contraction hit and he pulled you close as you winced at the pain.
"How much worse can this get?" you whimpered through the pain and Harry frowned.
"I don't know, baby." he sighed, "But they can give you things to help with that, yeah? To make sure it doesn't hurt too much." he said and you nodded. "I don't know h-how well they work but I'm sure it'll help." he assured.
"I just want to be calm." you explained as the pain faded, "I don't want to be so in pain that I don't remember anything, you know?" you asked and he nodded in understanding.
"We'll ask about that straight away." he assured you and you nodded.
"One more request." You said and he nodded attentively, "Don't you dare record anything going on down there." you said seriously and he chuckled, "I know it's life coming into the world and all, so feel free to go look but just no recording, I don't think I ever want to see the mess of it. Also it's still my vagina...like I know it won't be so private anymore, but the less people I have watching it get torn apart, the better." you said and he nodded through his soft laughter.
"OK, promise I won't." he assured you and kissed your lips.
"Especially my mom. She will try to take pictures of it, I know she will." you said with some stress in your voice now. "I've already talked to her about it and that I will kick her out if she even tries! But you better back me up if it comes to that." you said and he nodded.
"I will back you up 100%, baby." he assured you and you smiled, "I love you more than anything in the world. Thank you for making me so happy and for giving me everything we've ever wanted." he said with tearful eyes and you sniffled.
"No crying, there's already gonna be a lot of that..." you whined and he chuckled.
"I can't help it! There's just a lot of feelings, you're already such a good mum. Can't wait to actually see you with our baby." he hummed and you smiled and grabbed his jaw and he leaned down to kiss you slowly.
"Let's go have this baby then." you smiled against his lips.
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dilf | harry styles
harry styles x wife!yn
in which your eldest daughter comes home with a very interesting question for her father.
With the twins in the living room playing with their father, she was able to clean up the mess from dinner. Harry had tried to offer, insist even just because she had cooked - a good husband shares the chores, he reminded her, but the twins were begging for him to play with them as he had been out at the studio all day.
The eldest, Juniper, was over at a friend's house after school. Apparently a few of the girls were going over, and who were Harry and YN to say no. If anything, they were excited that their daughter even had friends.
The doorbell rang, and she was dropping the damp cloth on the counter top before walking through to the door. On the other side of the door was Juni, with her friend, Emma, and Emma’s mother.
“Hey, Juni, did you have fun?” She asked softly, happily accepting the hug she was receiving from her daughter, stroking her hair gently.
School uniform was a mess, as it usually was after she finished a day of education, with her ponytail just barely holding together. But the smile on her face was as bright as ever.
“Tons, mummy!” Juni replied, as she was looking back at her friend.
“Was she good?” She asked the other mother, Kate, as she was gently rocking with her eldest.
“Oh! She was absolute gold to have around, she even told the other girls off for making a mess of Emma’s room with her toys!” Kate laughed softly, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulder.
“Well, next time, we shall host a little girls get together, maybe even a sleepover,” YN replied, a warm smile spread across her lips. She had been a bit worried that it wouldn’t be that much fun for her daughter, that the girls would change their mind and start saying nasty things.
“I’m sure all the girls would love that, we wish you could have come over though! Joined me and the other mums for a coffee,” Kate spoke, smiling back at her.
“I wish I could have, but I still had three other rugrats to keep tamed,” she joked in reply, as the sounds of squeals coming from the twins sounded at whatever game they were playing with their dad.
“Ah, next time then?”
“Of course, we will arrange something!”
With the door closing, she was carefully hanging up Juniper’s bag on its correct hook with her coat, as the young girl was taking off her shoes and following the noise to the living room.
Harry was on his knees, his trusty claw clip holding his hair away from his face as he tickled the elder twin, Teddy. Laying beside his brother, Jazz was kicking his feet in the air with loud giggles.
“Alright, you three. If you wake Rose from her nap, you’ll be changing her stinky nappy together,” YN warned as she was walking through to grab her phone from the side table. Harry laughed at her threat, his face bright with happiness as he was pulling his eldest daughter towards him.
“Hey, June-Bug,” he greeted her softly, pressing a soft kiss to her head as he was hugging her to his chest, even though he was panting.
“Daddy, you’re all sweaty,” she complained, but she was giggling at the kisses he was smothering her face with.
“Did you have fun with all your friends, poppet?” He asked her, as the twins were now rolling around on the floor and laughing at the new game they had invented.
“Yes! We played with all Emma’s toys, and— and—“ she stuttered as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, her brow furrowing just like her fathers. “Daddy, what’s a DILF?”
The question had both Harry and YN pausing, her eyes slowly rising from her phone where she had been replying to a text from her mother. Catching his eye as they looked over the top of Juniper’s head.
“Where— where did you hear that?” He asked her curiously, moving to sit on his bum as he held her in his lap.
“Emma and Amara’s mums said it. They said Harry is such a DILF, but me and the other girls didn’t know what that meant.”
YN’s eyes were wide at the words her daughter came out with, shaking her head and carefully stepping around the twin boys on the floor to head back to the kitchen. She trusted Harry to handle the subject appropriately, but honestly, she had to deal with so many people ogling and checking out her husband over the years, she wished she could have kept it hidden from her children for a bit longer.
“Well, it’s a not very nice term some people use,” Harry explained to her, as he stroked her back gently with his brow creased. “It’s a very inappropriate way to say that someone finds someone else nice looking, but we know there’s better ways, right, poppet?”
“You say they’re pretty or handsome or beautiful!” Juniper beamed proudly, nodding her head. “But why didn’t they say Harry is beautiful? I bet they are!”
He really wanted to beam at her for using gender neutral pronouns like they had been teaching her, to never assume someone’s gender. But he was still concerned about her overhearing someone saying that about him.
“Some people are just not very nice, sometimes,” he explained, pressing a soft kiss to her head. “Does that answer your question, sweetheart?”
She nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him tightly. He held her against his chest for a moment, rubbing her back before carefully releasing her.
“Alright, why don’t you three head into the play room for a bit before bathtime? Keep the noise down too, y’sisters sleeping.”
The three kids were instantly running off to the other room, and he had zero worries about them fighting. In the early days, once the boys were more mobile and could speak a little, they had to have lots of talks about sharing the space and the toys. Now it was like second nature to them.
Walking into the kitchen, he stepped up behind his wife with his arms carefully snaking around her waist. Pressing a line of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, feeling the stress leave her body as she relaxed back against him.
“Only got eyes for you,” he whispered against her skin, smiling as he gently nibbled a small mark on her pulse point.
“I don’t doubt that, H,” she breathed out, her fingers reaching back to gently wind in the hair on the back of his neck. “I know we have to explain some difficult things to our babies, but I was hoping we could skip the ‘everyone finds your dad so incredibly sexy they had to let everyone know’ chat.” A sigh left her, a shake of her head. He massaged her hips gently, letting her know that he was there, he wasn’t leaving. “Gonna have to mark you up, never let you leave without the biggest hickey on your neck.”
He chuckled against her skin, raising his head to kiss her cheek as he hummed there. “Sounds sexy, count me in,” he whispered, mostly teasing as he held her close. “Plus, they missed out completely on the total MILF that Harry is married to,” he mumbled, smirking as he could feel her cheeks heat up under the words. “Her body after carrying his four kids? God, it’s incredible,” he moaned against her cheek, eyes closed as he pressed his nose against her face. “Kinda wanna make it five—“
“Rose is two months, you animal!” She gasped, laughing as she swatted at his arms. “You do not want another baby.”
“Not right now,” he whispered, brushing her nose against the tip of hers. “Maybe, one day. If you want it,” he added, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
And maybe the next school day, Harry may have been a bit inappropriate after dropping off the twins and Juniper. Standing in the playground, Rose in her pram, with his arms wrapped around his wife. Lips dragging against hers slowly. And when she asked, What was that for?, he would respond, Just showing ‘em who I belong to, with the cheekiest smirk on his face.
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Harry Styles- Midnight Feast
Harry and I have been together for years. We started off as childhood friends, my parents and I moved next door to Anne, Gemma and Harry when I was 10. We ended up going to the same school together. When we were 16 Harry and I started dating. I went with him to his X-Factor audition, moved to London with him when we were 17. I went to collage then uni to then I traveled around the world with Harry after One Direction split up. I got a job as his assistant media manager. In 2022 we married after a 4 year long engagement and now with Harry taking a brake from touring we decided now would be the right time to try for a baby. Thankfully for us it didn’t take too long and I fell pregnant within 4 months of us trying.
I’m now 6 month pregnant and both of us are so excited to welcome a baby into our lives. Thankfully I barley had any morning sickness, however I'm so hungry, like all of the time. Today I ended up going to the nearby bakery to by cakes and biscuits to help subside my cravings. It's now 9pm and I'm lying in bed with Harry, wrapped up in his arms. His hand gently placed on my bump. I sigh feeling hungry, even though Harry and I had our tea only an hour ago
"What are you thinkin’ ‘bout love?" Harry asks rubbing his thumb over my bump
"About how I could eat a whole fucking cow" I giggle. Just as I say that my stomach growls
"You hungry little one?" Harry asks looking at my tummy "shall I get you and mummy something to eat"
"It's ok. You've had a long day writing. Go to sleep, I'll get myself..." I start to get out of bed but Harry pushes me back down gently
"I'll get you something to eat. You relax"
"H it's fine I...."
"Let me spoil and look after my wife" he leans down and kisses my lips sweetly
"Ok" I watch Harry practically jump out of bed and run out of the bedroom making me giggle. How did I get so damn lucky?
In no time at all my husband has reappeared with all of my craved foods, chocolate cake with strawberries and cream. My stomach growls again making Harry laugh
"Ok ok I'm coming" he hands me a the plates as he gets back into bed
“Your letting me eat cake in bed?” I raise any eyebrow. Harry hates food in bed, I often get scolded for bringing food upstairs with me.
“Just don’t drop any. I'll change the sheets tomorrow" I give him his plate and we both tuck in
"I asked your mum if the hunger would go, like the sickness did, but she said it's only going to get worse. Even after I have the baby I'll be hungry because of feeding him or her. I'm gonna be huge"
"No you won't" I look at my husband with raised eyebrows “even if you are your pregnant”
“What about if I don’t loose the baby weigh”
“Then I will still love you because you will have created our baby. Kept them safe for 9 months and worked so damn hard to look after yourself for those months. I have loved you from the age of 15 and I promise that won’t change ever”
“15? We stared dating when we were 16”
“I was to shy to tell you that’s why Gem had to set us up. Now get that cake down you and feed my child”
The following morning I wake up to an empty bed, but the smell of bacon immediately makes my mouth water. I get out of bed and wrap my gown around my body. My stomach growls as I descend the stair
"I know little one. I'm hungry as well" I rub my tummy and enter the kitchen
"Good morning, I thought I'd let you sleep in this morning, so I've cooked you some bacon and eggs"
"Thank you" I give Harry a smile and kiss his cheek "this one is feeling hungry, let me know when I woke up this morning"
"Well then. You best sit at the table and I'll bring over your food" I do as Harry says and I sit down at our kitchen table. He puts a plate down in front of me and once again my stomach growls
"Told you” I chuckle “I hope they look like you"
"I hope they have your heart, your kind smile"
"I can't wait for next 4 months to be over"
"Neither can I" Harry kisses my forehead then joins me, sitting opposite me with the same food on his plate. My life will soon be complete and I can't wait.
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Always a Fineline
warnings - little angstyyy blurb!
summary - basically just you and harry divorcing. lol.
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There sat the divorce papers between you and your husband, Harry.
Nothing had worked, you’d both been doing couples counselling and tried to build the love back up with endless dates and nights with just the two of you.
Still nothing.
You two weren’t toxic to each other, no, the spark between you both just wasn’t there anymore. It’s like the love between you and Harry had died down, all that was left was an empty hole in both of your hearts.
You met Harry while he was alone at a bar in 2013, from there you both built a really good relationship that soon turned romantic with Harry finally getting down onto one knee in 2016. Now, 2 years later you were both sat at the table Anne gave you and Harry after you’d both moved into the new house.
Harry stared down at the piece of paper, a sad gloomy dew clouding his eyes, the green appearing almost a dark grey colour.
Signing this paper was the last thing you’d have to do before parting ways for good.
“Who gets the house..?” Harry asks, holding the tip of the pen just above the signature box on the form, a frown prominent on his lips, eyes never leaving the paper.
“H, we already talked about this. I’m okay with staying with my parents till I get my new apartment.” You lean back in your chair slightly, eyes still on the curly headed boy you’d thought you’d always call home.
Harry nods sadly, bringing the pen down onto the paper, signing his name slowly before dropping it onto the page, sliding it across to the middle of the table. Yet, he still doesn’t look at you, his eyes still find his way to either the table, the wall behind you or the piece of paper.
“So.. that’s it?” He almost whispers, shrugging one shoulder, finally his eyes meet yours, both your hearts almost break, seeing the visible pain and tiredness on both of your faces, dark circles under your eyes from the lack of sleep due to the build up of this moment.
“You’ll be okay, Harry. I’m still gonna be here for you.” You smile sadly, trying to lighten the mood, even though there’s nothing light about this.
He shakes his head. “It won’t be the same as it was, Y/N. You know that.” He frowns, his head bowing down once again to avoid eye contact.
You stand up, walking around to his side of the table, hands softly coming in contact with his jaw, picking his face up so he’s looking up at you, like he’d always do when you were sad. “I know it won’t be the same, H. But we have to do this, do it for the sake of our mental health. All we’re doing is going around in circles, It’s an endless cycle of this.. of us.” You choke on a sob at the end, tears finally spilling out of your eyes.
Harry had tried so hard to be strong and not breakdown in front of you, but seeing you cry did it for him. Endless tears are shared between the two of you in what seems to be your last moments close to each other. “I still love you though Y/N.”
“Do you really love me or do you just love the thought of me being around you. Think about it Harry, our love is gone.” You lean down, pressing your forehead against his as you both cry, thumbs caressing the pads of his cheeks.
“I really wanted forever.” He whispers.
“Forever in another lifetime, i promise. We’ll be alright.”
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2021, Las Vegas.
The screams of fans roar through the MGM Grand Garden Arena, it was his first show of Love On Tour where he’d debut his latest Fineline album.
Taking the place onto the centre of the stage, a crew member passes him his guitar as the stage rises up slightly, “This is a special one to me, i know a lot of you have been dying to hear it. I hope you love this song as much as I do.” He smiles, clapping and awes can be heard all around the stage.
The first strum of the guitar to the beat of Fineline is played, Harry takes a deep breath, a sudden emotion coming over him in a flashback of how this song was made. Who inspired this special song to him.
“Put a price on emotion, I’m looking for something to buy.”
“You’ve got my devotion, but man I can hate you sometimes.”
Singing from the crowd can be heard, harmonising Harry in a way no other concert could compare.
“We’ll be a fineline.”
“We’ll be a fineline.”
“We’ll be a fineline.”
Somewhere through the song Harry had closed his eyes, he finally opened them, looking out to the crowd, something in him tells him to take a quick glance up to the VIP box, so he does.
It takes time for him to recognise the person peering over the edge, before it clicks. Y/N.
The person that inspired him to make this album was watching Harry like a hunter show this special album of his to the world.
A small smile cracks at his lips before returning his eyes back to the crowd.
Maybe they will be a fineline.
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TBH THIS WAS REALLY BAD AND SHORT CONSIDERING BUT IT IS MY FIRST EVERY WRITING PIECE SO DONT FEEL BAD IF YOU CRINGE BAHAHA!! PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK LOVE YA! I AM ALSO NEW TO WRITING SO THERES PROBS ALOT OF GRAMMAR ISSUES ALSO COS I RUSHED THIS WHILE LISTENING TO MONTELL FISH 😭
i dont exactly like this so feel free to skip like the whole thing!! this is my first time writing a piece like this even though i have many drafts put away, but I wanna say a big thank you to my kind friend @harringtons-honey for quite literally helping me for tips with my writing, i want to truly give you the world for that!!
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Bunny Rabbit
WARNINGS : mature content, sex, rough sex , choking, oral, fingering, sex club, dom/sub relationship. dom!harry, spitting, pushing / shoving.
This was an anon request!! If you have any feel free request one! If you aren’t comfortable with this type of stuff please don’t read it!!
“Ladies and gentleman give harry and bunny another round of applause for the great show they put on.”
harry wrapped his girl in a robe before helping her off the stage. yeah they had just fucked in a front of hundreds of people, but he knew how easily she got cold after a session.
“here you go love.” he cuddled her into his chest as they took their seats. “did so good for me.” he pressed several kisses to her cheeks and smoothly wiped the mascara that ran from her eyes as he cleaned her face.
“thank you sir.” she whispered as she snuggled into his chest. putting on a show was always exciting, but this was a huge thing for her since there was twice as many people here tonight then an average night.
“Relax for a bit. i’ll get us some waters and a light snack, and then we can go clean up.” She snuggled into her blanket and watched as the next performers went onto the stage.
“Excuse me”
She turned to find a couple smiling down at her.
“Hi. Sorry. My name’s Jake. This is my sub Sierra. We just wanted to say that you were amazing up there.” The dom spoke up. “And if you’d ever like to join us sometime, here’s my number.” He slid her a piece of paper with his name, number and address. “And if you ever wanna make some extra money for yourself. You know who to call.” He gave her a wink and left with his sub who gave her a smile and a small wave.
“Wait.” She stopped them with a small smile on her face.
“Do you mind if i hang with you guys for a bit? My dom is getting us some drinks.” she removed her blanket as she got up to follow them.
“Not so sure if he’s gonna be okay with you walking around alone dressed like that.” He smirked as he gave her a once over, licking his lips in the process at how delicious she looked.
“I’ll be okay. If anything you can protect me.” She sent him a small smile before following them back to their table.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you’d be joining us so I only booked two seats.” He looked at her with list in his eyes. “But my lap is always available.” He sat down and stretched his arms out.
“She’ll be just fine sitting with me. But thanks.” She turned to see Harry fuming.
“Oh hey. I got lonely so i made some friends. I hope you don’t mind.” she looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. She knew what she was doing. And she knew that he knew. He had that look in his eyes.
“Let’s go.” He demanded through gritted teeth. “Now.” She knew he wasn’t playing around, but she didn’t care.
“But why.” She pouted as she put an arm around her new friend. “We were just talking.”
“I’m not playing games with you princess.” He knew what she was doing but he could care less, he didn’t like seeing his girl around other men. especially in a club like this.
“Be a good girl and listen to your dom.” Jake cooed as he moved her body towards her owner.
Harry grabbed her arm and started walking towards their rented room.
“Besides. You have my number” Jake called out before returning his attention to his sub.
“Who the fuck was that?” He whispered in her ear as he placed his hand around the back of her neck. “You know not to go wandering off and talking to strangers. especially when we’re here darling.”
“ It was just a friend.” she pouted. “i got lonely, and you were taking too long.”
“Just shut up. I don’t want to hear any more of your pathetic excuses.” He shoved her into their room for the night and locked the doors. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do.”He sighed. “I’m gonna sit down. And you’re not gonna say a fucking word. You’re gonna get on your knees like the filthy whore you are. and you’re gonna take my cock down your pretty little throat.” He sat on the loveseat and unbuckled his pants, his cock dripping with precum as he pumped it with his hands a few times.
“Now.” He leaned back as he continued to pump his fist over his cock. “Crawl.” He demanded, his cock was aching. And he was just ready to shut her up and have her soft lips around it.
She didn’t move.
“Don’t make me grab you.” He warned. “If i have to come over there you’re not going to be able to sit for a week.”
And she’s perfectly fine with that.
With a quick motion he grabbed her arm and threw her body on the couch. “I said.” He took his belt out of the loop and smacked her ass with it. “Crawl.” He laid a few more harsh smacks before pushing her to the ground. “Suck it.” He grabbed her and shoved his cock in his mouth. “And don’t even think about using teeth.” He spit as he began to thrust in her mouth.
He could feel her tongue wrap around the head of his cock, lapping at his sweet spot on the underside of the head.
“That’s it. That’s a good slut.” He groaned as he threw this head back. Tears were streaming down her face and she could barely breathe. But he could care less, he knew she wanted this.
“Love the way you work your tongue.” He thrusted his hips faster, enjoying the way she deep throated his cock.
“Alright.” He hissed as he pulled her off by her hair. A string of saliva hung from her lips, her makeup was smudged and her hair was in a bunch.
“Look so pretty.” He cooed as he traced her bottom lip with the head of his cock before pulling it away.
“Come on.” He turned her body around and ripped her clothes off. “Let me see this pretty pussy.” He spread her lips apart, admiring as how plushy and pink it was since she was so aroused.
“Such a dripping mess.” He whispered in her ear as he traced his finger tips around her clit.
“Do you even deserve my cock?” He asked in a low voice. “I don’t think you do after that stunt you tried to pull.” he traced the head of his cock between her lips.
“Please.” She whispered.
He grabbed her hair roughly and brought her ear to his lips. “Did i say you could speak?” He chuckled. “You really don’t know how to follow instructions do you?”
She shook her head, embracing the pain but enjoying every single bit of it.
“That’s okay. Daddy’s here to set you straight doll.” He let go of her hair and slowly pushed the head of his cock in but didn’t move any further.
“Beg for it.”
She didn’t know what to say.
“So when I tell you not to speak you don’t listen. But when i want you to it’s the opposite? Funny how that works.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed her throat before leaning her head back.
“I said beg for it.” He spit before sending a harsh smack to her face.
“Please.” she whispered.
“Speak up.” He yelled.
“Please sir.” She pleaded a bit louder.
“Louder. You know how to act.”
“Please sir. I’ll behave I promise.”
“That’s a good girl.” He pushed his cock in a bit further. “And why should i believe you? Hmm? Why should I believe you’re not gonna go around trying to fuck other doms in this club? Huh?”
“Because I belong to you.”
That’s what he wanted to hear.
“Fuck that’s my girl.” He slowly pulled out before pushing his cock back in with force. He kept a steady pace as he grabbed her hips and bottomed out.
“Holy shit doll.” Harry groaned in the room as he began to thrust faster and harder, he couldn’t control himself. She just felt too good.
“Feels good doesn’t it? Feeling my cock just buried deep in your tight pussy. It’s all mine. And i’m gonna make sure you remember that.”
“I’m all yours.” She moaned out as she felt her pussy clenching uncontrollably. That bubbling feeling in her tummy was near its peak.
“Say it louder.” He moaned. “Let them know who you belong to.”
“Harry’s. I belong to Harry.” She moaned out as she thrusted back to meet him halfway.
“That’s it baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. I’m almost there.” He panted as he went a bit quicker, sending harsh smacks to her ass every once in a while.
“Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He threw his head back as he was reaching his orgasm.
His jaw dropped open as he filled her pussy, the slick sound of his cock entering her pussy filled the air.
“Cum for me.” He grabbed her neck and lifted her face up, he opened her mouth and spit it in.
“Cum.”
Her body trembled as her orgasm flowed through her body. Her toes tingle, her pussy dripped and her eyes were in the back of her head.
There’s no place she’d rather be than here.
He slowed his thrusts to bring her orgasm to an end, not wanting to overstimulate her too much.
“Alright love. let’s get you cleaned up so we can go home. Need to get you cleaned up.”
This was horrible i’m so sorry lmao. i’m working on a masterlist! It’ll be up sometime soon!
Please bare with me. I’m working two jobs right now as well as a side business so i won’t be that active lmao. But i promise i’ll get to requests and questions asap! Hope you have a great week!
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Harry’s Daughters on Instagram
mayve styles/ 16 years old, 1338 instagram followers, over 10k request, daughter of Y/n L/n and Harry Styles
havan styles/ 19 years old, 11.8M instagram followers, daughter of Y/n L/n and Harry Styles
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mayve.sty weekly photo dump
1. ootd 2. GYAT 3. Kaylee eating Ramen😎 4. ME ROCKING WIT DAD 5. Sarah trying to look hot mysterious and cool 6. Ryan paying me no mind:(
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kayleewatts i look so cool what??
mayve.sty whatever helps you sleep at night!
ryanfox don’t do me like that
sarahsspammmm i am mysterious, hot and cool wym???
mayve.sty why lie…
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havan.styles real life inspiration mayve.sty, harrystyles
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harrystyles Omg!😂
havan.styles Dad…
harryfan1 THE EMOJI??!??😭
harryfan2 IM CRYINGG
harryfan3 ain’t no way😭😭
harryfan1 i always wish mayve’s account wasn’t private 😭
harryfan3 are you okay? she’s literally a 16 year old girl… maybe she doesn’t want her life all over social media??
harryfan1 okay chill, all i said was i wish it wasn’t private. me and her are like the same age it’s not like i’m so 60 year old creep.
harryfan3 doesn’t matter. respect her privacy.
mayve.sty NO STOP
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mayve.sty I GOT A FOOKING HAPPY MEAL🤭 thanks for the free food bae @kayleewatts
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kayleewatts 😒 .
mayve.sty still love me bae?
kayleewatts ig..
ryanfox was it good?
mayve.sty SO GOOD
something to keep active until playdate and temporary fix is out.
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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬
ʚ harry styles x female reader
ʚ you know well enough no matter how hard you try, your daily walks in london with harry will never be private
ʚ slight angst but not really? protective H, but also some good ol sweetness
ʚ not requested, just felt like writing a little something and it’s pretty bad but idk🙃
The weather in London had been surprisingly nice so far for fall, the sun shining and gentle breeze filtering through the still changing leaves was enough of an incentive to get you and Harry out the door for your daily walk. Luckily not far was a fall market, so the plan was to grab your oat latte’s from your favourite cafe and head towards the vendors stands.
“You ready to go H?”
Your hands fixing your vest as it rested over your (harry’s) oversized sweater, opting to dress a bit more comfy and casual
“M’just grabbing my phone then i’m good”
Soon enough he wandered into the front entrance, sunglasses in hand, as he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips
“Ready”
“Shall we?”
Taking your hand he nodded, opening the door to your apartment and leading you out, making sure to lock the door before you both took off down the elevator and out onto the somewhat quiet streets of your neighbourhood. Thankfully you didn’t need to go towards super central London otherwise you’d have avoided the market all together.
“Seems quite quiet today don’t you think baby?”
Harry hummed
“A bit, but you know it’s never really quiet for us” his voice held an anxious undertone which made you frown
“I know, but i’m safe with you and we know what to do if it ever gets too crazy”
Three weeks prior the two of you had been caught downtown where it was way busier than expected and you ended up seeking refuge in a small boutique until Harry’s security team could show up, needless to say your boyfriend was not impressed and you stayed at home the next couple days afterwards.
“I’m still sorry for that”
A frown etched across your face once again
“My love you don’t need to apologize for something you have no control over…i’m safe, i’m not hurt and you aren’t either…I promise you do not need to apologize to me”
Even if you both were hesitant around pda, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, eliciting a happy sigh from you. The walk towards the market was nice, not many people, and when you arrived it wasn’t packed either.
“Oh H look they’ve got the chilli oil we’ve been trying to find”
Harry followed you towards the stand, eyes still scanning the area to make sure the two of you were okay
“Why don’t we get a few of them?”
You smiled
“Good idea!”
Paying the lady she bid you both goodbye as you kept wandering. A few people starting to notice Harry Styles was now walking amongst them, it wasn’t until you took his hand and squeezed it that he figured out you were starting to get uncomfortable.
“I think i’ve got everything,can we go?”
“Course we can”
His arm wound it’s way around your waist, tucking you into his side as you walked away from the farmers market, his fingers tapping your hip gently as a way to calm both himself and you down, both of you not a fan of the constant shadows that followed the two of you around. It wasn’t until a few voices begun to call his name that he stopped turning to face them
“Can you guys please not do that? It’s making my girlfriend and I uncomfortable.”
The two people with camera’s that had been following you stopped, both of them looked to be in their teens, it almost made you feel bad but at the end of the day, some people did forget Harry was human and wasn’t mean to be followed around like a lost dog.
“Oh sorry!”
“We didn’t mean too!”
Nodding he sent them a brief smile
“Thank you, enjoy your day.”
You smiled at the two teens as they walked away, obviously feeling bad for upsetting Harry
“You alright lovie?”
He nodded
“Yeah, just-I just hate that”
“I understand, we’re almost home and then it’ll be just the two of us”
He was more than happy to get home and cuddled up on the couch, the two of you going through another rerun of gossip girl as the weather begun to get colder. You’d bring down the fluffiest blankets and set up some snacks just to have a quiet afternoon which were always your favourites.
“I’m sorry about that again by the way”
“Not your fault baby, it happens, i’m used to it, and you always keep me safe so really, everything is okay”
Hearing confirmation was enough for Harry to press a kiss to your temple as you continued making your way home, excited to get out of the public eye and just enjoy some quality time away from the constant watching eyes.
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in this world, it’s just us.
Characters: Nanami Kento x Wife! Reader
Tw: Nothing but tooth rotting fluff! Some suggestive themes.
Synopsis: There are only two people Nanami cares for in his life. His wife and their daughter.
A/n: this song has been stuck in my head for some time now <3
The smell of delicious food is in the air, along with faint sounds of cartoons playing in the living room where your three-year-old daughter sat and watched while painting a picture on the floor.
With one child preoccupied, Nanami has to deal with one more child trying to take his attention away from making dinner.
That child is none other than his wife.
“Darling, please look at me.” The softness of his voice never fails to make your heart race. His large warm hands caressing your cheeks as he gently turns your head to face him. Your cute pouty face meets his soft smile. “Don’t look at me like that; you know how she is.” A chuckle escapes his mouth.
“I don’t get why she has to take your attention away from me! I mean, who does she think she is?” Your dramatic episode only made the blonde man laugh. “She’s our daughter Honey, and she’s only three years old.” He tries to reason with his wife, only to be met by your puff-out cheeks.
Lately, your daughter Mina has taken your husband’s time and attention away from you. Yes, you love your daughter, but at least share the man! You saw him first, after all…
Nanami knows you are upset, but he can’t help that his daughter clings to him like a koala bear. She’s at that age where her dependence is solely on her father. You can say it’s his fault for spoiling her as a baby.
“I get that she’s at that stage where she clings on to us, but I miss you, Kento.” You whine, wrapping your arms around the sorcerer, pressing your body against him while he’s cooking dinner.
“Y/n-“ he’s interrupted by the sudden nip of his earlobe, “I really miss you~” you whisper, smirking at your husbands' reaction.
Nanami can never get over the fact that you and Mina have ways to make him crumble. Like, mother and daughter.
“I guess fucking you dumb last night didn’t cut it, huh?” He bluntly stated, earning a gasp from you, “Kento!” You hit his arm, hiding a blush creeping onto your cheeks into his back, “Mina is in the living room!” You scolded, earning a laugh from the sorcerer.
As if on cue, the little girl ran into the kitchen with a drawing in her hand. She holds it up to you, looking at you with excitement. “Mommy, look what I made for you!” Your little girl bounces up and down, smiling brightly. Yeah, she gets that smile from you.
Your eyes widen slightly but kneel to your daughter’s height. “You made this for mommy?” You ask, taking the artwork carefully. The picture consists of watercolor, which is hard to make out because of the smear, but you can tell they’re lilies.
Your favorite flower..
“Mhm! I made it for you! Do you like it?” The question made her eyes sparkle with anticipation, “sorry for taking daddy away from you..” Your heart swells in happiness, making your eyes water. How can your daughter be so loving and caring?! She must have taken after her father
“I love it, Sweetie~” You smile, picking your daughter up, earning a giggle from her and a smile from Nanami, “look at my two girls getting along now.” He gives you both kisses on your foreheads while he puts food into plates.
“What are you talking about?” You smile, placing Mina onto her highchair. “We do get along! It was merely a misunderstanding.” You laugh, ruffling your daughter's fluffy hair while the little girl laughs.
Looking at his two favorite girls, a soft smile settles on his lips, silently thanking the gods for such blessings in his life.
Cause in his world it’s just his wife and daughter.
© 2022 kanao-kyun
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Broken Promises Part 4
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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Summary: Unexpected, (Y/N) gets into a car accident and amidst the devastation, Harry finds himself regretting his final words to you.
Warnings: angst
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Thinking about a life without you was earth shattering for Harry and now, with the separation, he simply didn’t know what to do with himself. He couldn’t think of a time in his life when you weren’t a part of it. Well, he could think about it but the thought was merely depressing and lonely. Before you, he never looked forward to holidays or birthdays but you changed everything. You were the sunshine in his dull life and even after the divorce, you didn’t abandon him. Harry was still invited to most of the celebrations because you still considered him family.
He would always be a part of your family.
But now, here you were, on the brink of death and he was sitting out here in an uncomfortable, plastic chair while tightly holding onto Sophia. All he could do really. Thankfully, Harry was still your emergency contact so the hospital called him as soon as you were brought in. You were an only child and your mother lived in Paris so Harry was the closest person to family you had in London. It seemed like a plausible idea and let’s admit it, you didn’t have the heart to change it.
“Mumma?” Looking down at his little creation, he couldn’t think of anything to say to her because he himself hadn’t truly caught up with the current situation just yet. No one was here so Harry was the only one to soothe her and answer all her innocent questions.
“Mumma’s goin’ to be here with us soon. Y’need to sleep, pet.”
“Booboo?” Sophia kept looking around the white, sterile walls and thought that it was her father who might have needed some medical assistance. She knew the hospital was a place where people went when they were hurt or they needed vaccination shots. Thank God, she didn’t know that it was you who was Injured or she would have wrecked havoc in the quiet waiting room.
“Dadda’s not hurt, pet. Can y’please go to sleep for me?” It was nearly three in the afternoon and her nap time was quickly approaching. Harry didn’t want a cranky baby alongside everything else that was going on.
“No!”
Your daughter really was just like you. Stubbornness came naturally to her and most of the times Harry found it endearing, but not today. Today, he didn’t have the patience nor the willpower to handle her tantrums so he spoke in a soft but firm voice. “Y’need to listen to dadda. It’s not nice and ‘m tired too, Sofia.”
There were some instant tears but Harry kept a calm demeanour and gently guided her head to his shoulder. The baby scent helped calm him down a little bit and he silently closed his eyes as well.
You were coming to his house.
You were distracted because you were calling him.
You were hurt because of him.
Harry cried as he thought about the words he spoke to you because that might have be the last time. You might not make it and he wanted to trade your life for his. A sacrificial exchange. He wasn’t cut out to be a parent all by himself. Hell, he couldn’t even take care of himself. You were their saving grace. He and Sophia needed you and so he prayed. After years of remaining indifferent, he prayed to whomever was listening to bring you back to him. You coming back is what he needs and if granted, he would simply never wish for anything else ever again.
As the clock slowly ticked by, the operation theatre’s door remained tightly shut. Harry wanted to take that as a sign that you aren’t dead, that you were still fighting but perhaps, if it was taking so long then maybe you were already towards the brink of it. After about two hours, his hands had started to cramp up and his head was pounding from all the crying he had done. Maybe he could get a cup of coffee…
“Here y’go, son.” A cup of filtered coffee came into his view and he looked at the person who brought it.
“Mum? What ‘re y’doing here?”
“Linda called me and said she couldn’t come in early because of the weather. I was the next town over t’meet up with some friends so I rushed here. Oh, I’m so sorry, darlin. Any information yet?”
“No, mum. Have been sittin’ out here for t’last three hours and still nothin’.”
“Don’t get upset, baby. (Y/N) is a very strong woman. She’ll be fine.”
“I hope so. Mum, I can’t do this without her. She’s m’life and I don’t know how t’live without her.”
Shifting the toddler into his other arm, he put his head on Anne’s shoulder and lets the tear flow. Harry didn’t think that he had anymore tears left but guess he was wrong. Heavy sobs wrecked his whole body as he tightly held onto his daughter. Sophia was the one thing keeping him a little grounded right now but it wasn’t enough. People in the waiting room were glancing in his direction because they recognized the rockstar. But thankfully, they respected him enough to give him his space and he didn’t think he could be polite and sign autographs right now.
“(Y/N) (Y/LN)?”
“Ye- Yes. ‘m her husband.” Anne wanted to correct him but she knew that now wasn’t the time. Harry always regretted the divorce so she was going to let it slide. “Is she fine? Is it somethin’ serious?”
“She’s fine now. She was in a critical condition when she came in but she’s stable now. Her right side took most of the impact of the accident. She has-“
Harry drowned out the rest of the conversation as he felt relief wash over him. You were alive and he couldn’t wait to see you.
“Can I see her?”
The doctor stopped mid sentence, being thrown a little off-guard by the sudden question. “Oh, yes, beware, she’s still sedated but y’can see her. She’s in room 191.”
“Thank y’. Mum, can y’hold Soph?”
“Yes, of course.”
With the help of some directions, he finally reached his desired designation. Instead of barging in like he had initially thought, he stood paralysed in front of it. You were just on the other side and he didn’t think he could bare to look at you right now. The fierce woman who took on the world with nothing but a proud smile on her face. You were a force to be reckoned with but now you were lying defenseless on the other side of the door. He didn’t know how to deal with that kind of information.
“Pull yourself together, Harry. She needs y’to be strong.” After a little pep talk, he finally willed himself to enter the room. God, he could not wait for this day to be over.
The sound of static beeping echoed throughout the room and Harry was itching to turn it off. But he refrained himself by remembering that this annoying, repetitive sound meant you were still alive. Looking at your frail body, he wanted nothing more than to trade places with you. There were dark purple bruises littering your body while your head was all bandaged up. The cast on your leg stood out the most as they had propped it on a pillow to keep it elevated. Harry could just tell by your position that it was very uncomfortable for you. Tears formed in his eyes again because seeing you like this was thousand times more painful than he could have ever imagined.
Soon, he found himself gravitating towards your unconscious figure without another moments thought. Dragging the chair from across the room felt like a heavy task because Harry’s energy was at its last reserves. He silently hoped that you would wake up just to scold him for being a nuisance but he was again disappointed. He held on to your hand while making sure to not disturb all the needles pricking your delicate skin.
“I should’ve driven Sophia back but I was just too stubborn. It’s m’fault, darling. Everything’s my fault. Our failed marriage, this accident; everything.”
God, he was being a cry baby now.
“Please just wake up and scold me. I’ll do anything y’want but please wake up. Come back t’me baby, I won’t let y’leave again. And that’s a promise I intend to keep.”
No more broken promises.
Anne had left a while ago to pick up some clothes and after much tantrums, Sophia had gone with her. She wasn’t sleeping well here and Harry didn’t want her to catch any germs from the hospital. He had given his mum specific instructions about her night routine because if one thing went wrong, Sophia would have all of their heads. Harry had dozed off while waiting for you to wake up as he tightly clutched on to your hand.
You never thought blinking would prove to be such a difficult task but here you were. The white lights blinded you as soon as you tried to open your eyes. A blooming headache made it’s way through your skull and you thought that somebody had split your brain open. You couldn’t move both your hands to cover.
Slowly, you looked down and say a heavy, white cast on your left arm while your ex husband was clinging on to the other. You knew that you were in the hospital but it took sometime to remember the series of events that led you here.
You were on your way to pick Sophie. You were on the phone. Harry was pissed. Then, there was this other car…
That’s where it all became a blur for you and you didn’t have the mental capacity to think about it right now. Your throat was all dry and scratchy like you were deprived of water for years.
“H- Harry? Harry!” You were finally able to get the words out without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.
The voice startled him awake from his restless stopper and he looked at you with a dazed look. For a moment, he thought that he was dreaming but that annoying beep sound made him come back to reality.
You were awake.
You didn’t leave Sophia.
You didn’t leave him.
“Oh, thank god. You’re awake. You’re awake.” He kept on kissing your face just to make sure you were still there with him. When he thought there weren’t anymore tears left in him, he was wrong. A whole new set of waterfall started and it didn’t look like it would ever stop.
“Wa- Water.”
“Yeah, ‘f course. Let m’call the doctor. No, wait. Water. No, the doctor.”
“H, just relax. Water first, please.”
Harry brought the straw close to your lips because you didn’t think you could even move a limb right now. After finishing a third glass of water, you finally knew you could talk without it feeling like there were knives piercing your throat.
“At least, I’m drinking water now.” Your subtle attempt to crack a joke went over Harry’s head as his eyes darkened to an obsidian black. He really couldn’t keep his emotions in check right now. Not when you were making jokes about your near death experience.
“Y’think it’s funny? Is’t funny that y’almost died and were about to leave us. About t’leave me. It’s not funny, goddammit!”
Pacing around the room with his hands tightly clutching onto his curls, you were worried that he might just pull them all out. You didn’t expect this kind of an outburst from him because honestly, did you even matter to him anymore? The answer often seems indecipherable. Sure, you were the mother of his child but other than that you shouldn’t mean anything to him.
Do you?
“I’m okay. Accidents happen and it’s not like y’would care.”
“Wha-“
“Knock knock! Someone’s here to see you.” Harry’s glare didn’t soften when he saw his daughter being lugged in by Anne. His gaze was burning holes into your brain but you decided to pay him no heed. One very effective way to piss Harry off; ignore him.
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A/N: Hi lovies!! Here’s part four for the series, “Broken Promises” and I can’t wait for your thoughts and comments on this piece. I know this has been a long time coming and I can’t tell you how sorry I am for the delay. I just got a 10 day break from my exams so I’m going to use it to write all the asks and complete this series. There is one more part left for this series and then an epilogue. Yay!! A special ‘thank you’ to @peculiarpenman and @pettinesspersonified for helping me with the ideas and editing. I love you both!! Please send in general comments or things you want to talk about.I am open to suggestions and I’m here to chat. Love y’all!!
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Only Angel
Chris Evans x actress!reader
Word count : 781 words
Summary : Chris gets jealous of you talking about Harry Styles all the time.
Warnings : fluff, mention of anxiety
A/N : Here I am with a small blurb for you all. If you ever want to speak to me, ask me something, request something or just vent, please feel free to message me! I love you all xxx
English is not my first language, so if I made any grammar mistakes, I apologize! Hope you guys enjoy:)
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It was getting colder and darker in Boston; leaves were falling from the trees. There was a chill in the air overnight, frost on the ground in the morning, and mist and fog in the air. Dry, dead leaves crunched beneath your feet and clouds appeared when you breathed out. Yes, fall was finally here. It was Chris’ favorite season. He loved spending Sunday mornings in bed with you while he watched leaves falling from the trees. He loved seeing you play with dodger when you guys went for a morning walk. He loved the noises you made when he tickled you on his couch. He loved how you made him Halloween treats, even if it wasn’t officially Halloween yet. What he didn’t love was that you kept bringing Harry Styles up all the time.
“ Babe, can you open ‘Only Angel’ from Harry Styles on my phone? My hands are dirty!” you yelled from the kitchen while making cookies for the two of you. Chris sighed at your ask and opened the song for you. He knew it was your favorite song. When Harry sang, he could see you smiling widely, which made him mad and insecure. What was so special about him? Sure, he was a few years younger than him, and yeah, he was handsome with an amazing voice and body, but he was Chris Evans for god’s sake. He had one thing that no other male had. America’s ass.
“Why do you like Harry Styles so much?” He asked while your hands were still dirty.
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, what is it you like so much? We’re in the car, you open Harry Styles. You’re cooking, you’re listening to Harry Styles. You’re in the shower, you’re singing his songs. Even at family gatherings, you keep talking about his songs and how much you want to see him in real life. I mean, what is so special about this dude?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend, who had a serious look on his face. Was he jealous?
“ I just think that he is a brilliant singer. I love his songs. They helped me through a lot, you know. He is kind, caring, and sweet towards his fans and he is a feminist. What’s not to like?”
Your answer scared Chris a little. Were you into him? Everyone knew that you and Chris had an age gap between you, too, but it was never a problem. You loved him and he loved you. You and Harry were the same age. Even the thought of you leaving him for someone else made his heartbeat go faster.
“That’s it? You won’t find him, I don’t know handsome or anything?” He asked you almost in a whisper. You dropped the dough in the bowl next to you, washed your hands, and took Chris’ face in your hands. You looked into his deep blue eyes with admiration and saw the anxiety creeping up on him.
“Chris, honey, listen to me carefully. I’m gonna say this to you one time, okay? I love you. I love you because you are the owner of my best times. Even the brief moments I spend with you are unforgettable. I don’t want it to end. And if you’re not with me? That’s when the minutes stop flowing. It turns into torture to endure time. I love you because with you I rediscover life every day. You always offer me something to discover every day. I become the tireless explorer of breathless adventures of exploration. I love you because I don’t feel like doing anything else and I enjoy feeling this feeling for the first time in my life.Your love didn’t fit anywhere. It fits in my heart alone. Now it doesn’t fit in my heart either and it’s leaking from my eyes. The only thing I wish is that you could see the love I have for you in them, Chris. I love you. All of you.”
Chris couldn’t help himself but grab you and kiss you on your lips. His hands moved to your waist and pulled him against you, while yours went to his neck. Chris and you kept making out until your lips were swollen. When he released you, he didn’t speak. He was busy drinking all the love that was leaking from your eyes. And you said nothing because you were busy drinking the love that he had for you that was leaking out of his eyes. You both loved each other so much, that everything else was forgotten. Even Harry styles.
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tmz_tv Fans suspect something between Y/N Styles and Joe Keery after spotting her leaving his car this afternoon. Sources say they were pretty personal 👀
📸: Anonymous
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xxharryxx why do you even bother with this?? They’re filming a movie together it’s expected 🙄
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yourusername tmz_tv please take this down, this is very ignorant and completely disregards my relationship. I am filming a movie with Joe and he dropped me off at my home after a very long day of filming. Stop spreading lies and focus on the more pressing matters.
y/nlover PREACH BABY
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yourusername the disrespect my relationship with my husband gets is astronomical. My closest friend was driving me home from an excruciating day at work and people find ways to paint me as a cheater. Not only that but we are both in a very happy relationship with two people who make us very happy. This may seem dramatic but my feelings are valid and this needs to stop. If this happens again without my consent, I will take action.
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harrystyles I love you so much, my dove 🤍
yourusername I love you so much more 🤍🤍
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user2 this isn’t about being flash mobbed this about the levels of disrespect paparazzi have for celebs who just want to do simple things without being photographed
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Young American Finale ^**
AHHHH THE FINALE IS HERE. I had such a hard time finishing this because I think I wasn't ready for it to end, but thus it had to. I hope you guys love this part. A lot happens and of course, the happiest ending for our lovely couple and their little angel of a baby boy 👼🏻
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Warnings: descriptions of abusive relationships (verbal/emotional). Descriptions of personality disorder (Borderline Personality Disorder specifically). Descriptions of pregnancy. Fingering and oral sex (fem receiving), use of sex toys, sex (p in v, unprotected), breeding kink, multiple/forced orgasms. Descriptions of labor and delivery process.
WC: 23K
A little recap....
Y/N finds out that Harry has been hanging out with and talking to his ex-girlfriend Chloe for a few weeks. He has been acting very sketchy about it. So at the Sunday roast they are hosting, she borrows his phone and decides to give Chloe a call. Harry gets suspicious and decides to follow her in and finds out she's contacted Chloe...
“Baby, can I use your phone?” Y/N asked as she came up to him and he suddenly felt concern come over him.
“Ummm why? For what?” He asked right away and immediately regretted it because it sounded suspicious. Or maybe he was just being super paranoid.
“I can’t seem to find mine and I was supposed to call G, he wanted to run through his anniversary dinner plans with his man.” She explained. “I just want to find it, I’m gonna call from mine, don’t worry.” She assured and he bit his lip and nodded.
“Ummm sure. Yeah, of course.” He replied and handed it over. She grabbed it and typed in his password but it was wrong and she glanced up to him in confusion, “Oh, sorry forgot to mention I changed it. Archie knew it and downloaded a shitload of games on it and-”
“It’s fine, Harry.” She smiled, “You don’t need to justify it to me. I trust you.” She said looking deep in his eyes, but there was something in them that made him distrust her words and he frowned a bit.
“Right.” He chuckled and he took it and typed in the password and handed it over.
“Thanks. I’m gonna go look for my phone.” She said and headed inside.
Harry felt so unsettled that Y/N had his phone. He knew Y/N had seen the text Chloe had sent him after the first time they hung out after the cycling class. But she didn’t seem upset or even bring it up again, he hadn’t meant to hide it, but if she didn’t read into it then he was just not going to bring it up. And he really did intend on just closing the door with Chloe, but she was going through a lot and well he had been looking for something to do with his time, so he figured being a friend to her wouldn’t be a bad thing. So they kept hanging out and doing stuff around town. It was completely platonic. He hadn’t given Y/N any reason not to trust him in the past, and well he just…didn’t want to relive the horrors of that relationship with Y/N. Once Chloe got through her rough patch he’d just tell her that they couldn’t be friends. That was genuinely his plan, but he had been so wrapped up in her that he hadn’t realized that just being around her was changing him, the effects were so quick that he was oblivious to them.
He had been lost in the chatter until he realized that Y/N hadn’t brought his phone back for a while. It made him feel on edge, so much so that he quite literally chugged the beer before him and stood up abruptly, startling Skye.
“Alright, mate?” He asked and Harry nodded.
“Yeah, just gonna grab another beer. Anyone else want one?” He asked and his uncle, Julie, and Skye all said yes.
“So you’re drinking again? What happened to solidarity?” Gemma asked and he frowned a bit. He had been drinking again…he didn’t know why that hadn’t really clicked until someone mentioned it to him.
“S’only been two.” He said.
“Try 3.” Gemma said and he looked at her incredulously until he glanced down at the spot before him and saw that he had in fact polished of his 3rd beer already.
“Those are not all mine. We’ve all been drinking.” He said and immediately Gemma and Alyssa exchanged a look of concern.
“No mate, those are yours.” Skye confirmed and everyone laughed a bit and Harry frowned, suddenly feeling really defensive that everyone was laughing at him, “Well, fine. No more for me then. Should I still bring you lot another?” He asked and they nodded. “Coming right up. M’also gonna check on Y/N, she’s been gone too long.” He said and headed inside.
Now he was feeling conflicted and attacked and anxious. He beelined for their current bedroom and the door was closed. And when he tried to open it he found it was locked. He exhaled, jaw taut as he swallowed down the lump in his throat as he tried to listen for any sounds and could hear her muffled speaking.
“Open the door, Y/N.” He said through the wood. It took a few moments before the door opened. It worried him that he couldn’t really decipher the look in her eyes, but all he needed to know was that it wasn’t good. “Who were you talking to?” He asked and she looked at him for a second.
“Does it matter?”
“It does. You said you were going to talk to G and if you weren’t then why did you lie about it?” He questioned her. Just then his phone started ringing and she glanced down to it. She turned the phone towards him and his expression went blank and he swore that all of the blood in his body rushed down to his feet making him feel dizzy and out of sorts.
“Do you want to answer her or should I?” Y/N asked and he didn’t say anything, “I should warn you that I think she’s still calling for me so she might get a bit rude with you.” She said calmly and when he just stood there she shook her head and sighed as she handed the phone over and started to get around him to exit the room.
“What did she say to you?” He asked and she sighed.
“It doesn’t matter, I didn’t believe half the things she accused you of, she’s clearly psychologically unwell-”
“That’s rude of you to say, she’s just going through a hard time.” He said with a frown and Y/N sighed.
“I think she’s fine. She’s just a liar, Harry.”
“Why would she lie about anything that she’s been through?!” He asked in frustration.
“Because she knows that’s how she’ll reel you back in.” Y/N said simply and Harry frowned.
“She doesn’t affect me like that any more. It’s not like she was going to trick me into leaving you or something! I’m not an idiot!” He snapped and she frowned.
“I didn’t say you were-”
“I was just lending an ear. It was nothing bad!” His voice was raised now in defense when she hadn’t even said one accusatory thing to him.
“If it’s nothing bad why did you go out of your way to hide this from me?” She asked and his forehead creased even deeper in frustration and he sighed and it looked like he would say something but after about a minute of standing there in silence he didn’t say anything more. “OK, well I’m just going to head back outside.” She said quietly and before she could make it out he grabbed her arm.
“I know you saw the first text she sent me. You were looking through my phone. Why were you even looking through my phone?!” He questioned her as he stood in front of the door now.
“I was trying to see if Eddie had good news! After the morning we’d had I just wanted to share some good news with you. And we always look at each other’s phones! It had never been a problem before so I just assumed it was fine to look at your phone.”
“So you saw it, meaning that you’ve known about Chloe since then and you never brought it up. Why didn’t you bring it up if it bugged you? Were you trying to collect evidence against me so you can hold it over my head or leave me?” He asked and she looked at him like he was absolutely mad.
“Where is this about me leaving you even coming from?” She asked him, “I didn’t say anything because up until I saw that message I believed that you had lost track of time and somehow walked all the way to SOHO! I was confused about how I felt and when I started to doubt you I decide to trust you instead and hoped that you would do the right thing. The mature thing and take ownership of your actions and tell me yourself! And when you didn’t bring it up the next day I wanted to show you the message and ask you for clarification but you had deleted it!” She said and his eyes softened a bit.
“There was nothing for me to bring up anymore and I thought that…maybe it was just a quick run in…worst case scenario, a spontaneous and regretful hook up!” She explained and Harry looked hurt that she even thought that, “But then you kept hiding things and lying and I knew you would keep lying about it. I’m really sorry if you feel like I invaded your privacy today, but you’ve been deliberately lying to me for weeks and I’ve been going fucking crazy between deciding if I wanted to know what was going on or not! But then I realized that I couldn’t bear to hear something bad from you, so I decided to hear it from her if something was going on.” She said with tearful eyes but she wasn’t going to let a singe tear fall, “And I don’t know why you decided to lie to me, Harry. But if she still means something to you and you wanted her back in your life I would’ve tried to understand. But after all the sneaking around and now that I’ve spoken to her and have heard the way she’s talked about you and the things she’s said about you. Your supposed friend by the way, I don’t want her near you, me, or our baby, ever.” She said firmly and Harry swallowed thickly. “Can I go now?” She asked and he let her go and moved to the side.
“Are you angry at me?” He asked softly and she sighed as she stopped at the door.
“Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it.” She responded
“You have every right to be, but I swear I was just listening to her problems, it was absolutely nothing other than that and-”
“I know. We’re not done talking about this though. We should deal with this when everyone goes.” She said.
“I love you so much and I’m really sorry for all of this.” He apologized.
“Thank you for apologizing.” She said quietly and he nodded.
“Not gonna forgive me though?” He asked as he took her hands and the fact that she let him was a good sign.
“Obviously I will, but I’m still angry at you and I…don’t want to forgive you without clearing things up.” She said sincerely and he chuckled a bit, “I’m being serious.” She pouted and he nodded.
“I know, my love.” He assured, “I’m not laughing at you, s’just a nervous thing.” He said and she shook her head.
“I think I just want to understand why you…went through all these lengths for her before I can move on from this.” She explained her reasoning and he frowned.
“Baby, I can clarify how this even happened but I ummm…I don’t want to talk about why this happened.” He said to her.
“OK, but you need to so that we can clear this up.” She said and he shook his head.
“I can’t. I won’t.” He said to her with certainty and out of every emotion under the sun, the one radiating the strongest off of him was fear. He was afraid to talk about this with her.
“I get that it might be painful and hard to explain it but…whether you’re ready to hear this or not, she was in your head, Harry. She’d gotten in your head and a few more weeks of this and who knows where you’d be!” She explained anxiously.
“How can you even say that?” He asked, fully offended. “I wouldn’t betray you ever! Or just leave you!” He scoffed.
“Maybe not the you that I’ve shared all of this with, but that’s what you were doing though…” she said and he tore his hands from hers, “You were pulling away and you’ve been really weird and cold and dry…like how you were before and…well you’ve been drinking a lot more than your normal, and-”
“STOP IT!” He shouted out of nowhere and she just shut her mouth and he exhaled shakily and licked over his lips as he calmed down for a second, “I understand that I owe you an apology, but you’re not getting an explanation.” He said voice soft but his tone was decisive, his eyes locked intensely on hers. “Do you understand?” He asked and she felt patronized at his question and she shook her head.
“I can’t accept that, Harry.” Y/N responded. “In order to rebuild the trust that’s been broken we need to talk-”
“Well trust me now when I tell you that discussing Chloe and I is not something that will help anything. I won’t talk to her again. It’s all in the past and it’s not going to make a difference now so get it out of your head. Please.” He implored.
“It’ll make a difference to me. Because I need to be sure that this is not going to happen again. And I can hope all I want, but if there is something, some part of you that is still…vulnerable to her-”
“We’re done having this conversation.” He interrupted and walked around her to leave the bedroom. She followed after him as best as she could, but he was walking fast. She frowned when she saw him getting out of his house shoes and opening the door to the entryway.
“Harry, where are you going?” She asked in a panic.
“Maybe to go fuck Chloe and file for divorce while I’m at it!” He snapped sarcastically and she felt her tears start to fall.
“You’re being really shitty, Harry.” She sniffled, but he was so overwhelmed and he felt like she was pushing him and pressuring him to talk about something that he never intended to open up about with anyone.
“Well that’s what you probably think I’m going to do anyway, isn’t it?” He asked her with a scowl on his face and she shook her head.
“No, Harry! But running off is not going to resolve this issue!”
“Well I don’t want to be here right now with all these people while you accuse me of shit I haven’t even done!”
“I’m not accusing you of anything!” She sighed in frustration as he opened the front door, “Harry, if you leave right now I don’t want you to come back until you’re ready to face this.” She admonished and as she looked into his eyes she searched for any indication that he would soften up but he looked away.
“That’s not going to happen, so you can call me when you decide to just let this one go.” He said lowly and he heard a sob break through her throat before she just stormed off. In his stubbornness he decided to just leave. He groaned and wasn’t discrete in his exit, he slammed the door hard enough that the windows rattled a bit.
*********
Alyssa was coming inside to go to the bathroom when she heard the door slam and she rushed over to the exit and then looked out the window to see Harry stomping over to his car and getting in roughly. So she headed down the hall to the guest room only to hear Y/N sobbing loudly on the other side of the closed door. She bit on her lip nervously and decided to head out and grab Gemma. More than anyone else, she and Gemma had picked up on the recent changes to Harry’s attitude. It was all reminiscent of his time with his ex, Chloe. They had been the ones who were constantly appealing for him to just let the relationship go, to move on, to come back home…but Chloe was so deep in his head, almost thinking for him! She could manipulate him in ways that were so sinister. And god, she really hoped that Harry hadn’t been stupid enough to have seen her or sleep with her, but whatever this was, it was bad.
“Gem, can you come here for a minute?”
“Where the hell is Harry with our beers?” Her dad asked and she groaned.
“I’ll get ‘em…” Alyssa said and headed off to the kitchen to grab the beers while Gemma made her way inside.
“Do you need help with something?”
“Harry stormed out and Y/N is sobbing in the bedroom.” She said and Gemma frowned. “Can you check on her. I’ll be right there.” She said and Gemma hurried off. Alyssa then made an excuse to get everyone to go home or go hang out at the pub, which is what they all agreed on. Gemma then came back out and shared a look with Aly that told her that whatever this was needed their immediate attention, so she asked Skye to leave the car and she’d just get him from the pub before they went home and he agreed and so they all headed off and that left Aly and Gemma and Y/N in the house.
“Did you talk to her?” Aly asked as she served Y/N a glass of water.
“No, she said to give her a minute to calm down before she wanted to talk about it.” Gemma said and Aly nodded before heading back to her bedroom.
*********
“Hey guys.” Y/N sniffled as she let them in. Alyssa offered the water glass and she took it and drank some down before setting it down on the bedside table and then just sitting on the bed.
“Where did my brother go?” Gemma asked.
“I really don’t know…” she sighed as she rubbed at her eyes, “And I don’t…I don’t know what to do.” She confessed and the two women before her nodded, encouraging her to tell them what was going on. “Ummm, so like about three weeks ago we had a little argument over Harry saying he was feeling trapped at home. He was like bored out of his mind and was like trying to get me to do more stuff with him and he basically just wanted to have some fun together before the baby came. But like, I’m just achey and tired all the time and won’t be able to keep up, you know how he is.” She explained and they both chuckled and nodded, “But he had gone off to the gym to just get the need to be active out of his system and like…he was gone for hours.” She explained, “Later that night he was expecting a text from Eddie, but then when I went to go see the message another came in at the same time and I accidentally opened that text and it was from his ex-girlfriend, Chloe and it was…sketchy.” She said and both Gemma and Alyssa sighed in disappointment.
“So he’s been…seeing her?” Gemma asked and Y/N nodded firmly once.
“For the past three weeks.” Y/N confirmed. “Like…I wanted to bring up that text to him because they way she wrote it, it was like insinuating that they had…ummm-”
“HE DID NOT.” Gemma stated with a frown.
“I don’t think he did, but she just wanted to make it seem that way.” Y/N explained.
“I wouldn’t put it past her. She’s a fucking lunatic! Like completely mad.” Alyssa said and Y/N sighed.
“Yeah, she’s not well…” she agreed, “Well, anyway he deleted the text message before I could ask him about it. He never saved the number so I assumed that if anything had happened it was a one time thing and I decided that I could make peace with that. But there were more texts through the weeks and then he just started deleting them I assume because they suddenly stopped, but he’d always be gone and like he’s just not been himself.” She explained.
“Yeah, I called him out on the drinking earlier and he got so defensive.” Gemma said and Y/N sighed.
“Right, well I misplaced my phone and I asked him for his to call myself and he got really weird about me having his phone. And when he finally gave it over he had changed the password, which is strange because we’ve never been secretive with that, you know? And he…he said Archie had downloaded too many games on it so he decided to change it.” Gemma scoffed when Y/N shared that and she shrugged. “I really was just going to look for my phone but then that happened and I got suspicious so I…I called her to ask her if anything was going on because I’d rather hear it from someone I don’t know than him, you know?”
“What did she say?” Aly asked.
“Well she first pretended that she had no idea he was married and then confirmed that they’d been sleeping together. But she was being a bit inconsistent so I know she’s lying about that, but he’s been spending a lot of time with her. Harry was at the door and overheard I think, but when he came in he told me he was just being nice and trying to listen to her problems. Which I genuinely believe he was trying to be nice, but the woman is obsessed with him and clearly has ulterior motives! And he like started to defend her or whatever and I was just trying to tell him that like…if nothing bad was going on then he didn’t have to hide it and lie about it, you know? It’s just the ease at which he was willing to lie for her that’s really bothering me.” She explained with concern.
“Well of course he lied about it. There’s an unspoken rule that we don’t talk about her. Ever. She’s the reason he was a fucking mess! But he literally worshipped the ground she shat on and nothing could ever make him see what it was that she was doing to him.” Aly explained and Gemma snorted on a laugh and Y/N giggled as well at Aly’s chosen expression. “He knew that if any of us found out that he was seeing her again that we would interfere and give him hell for it. That’s why he lied.” Alyssa said with certainty and Gemma nodded.
“OK, so obviously this is…a lot more of a sensitive situation than I thought. Like I knew his previous relationships weren’t great, he’d shared that much, but this is…more than just bad I think? I mean, he tried to apologize but I told him that we needed to talk about what exactly happened that made him feel like he needed to lie before I could properly forgive him and move on from it. Like I don’t want to forgive him and next time he’s struggling he falls into her lap again, you know? Like clearly she knows how to get to him and he’s still susceptible to her! And that’s when he got angry. He said that I wasn’t going to get an explanation and to just take the apology and like…I don’t know, maybe I pushed him too far?” She sniffled.
“Bull!” Gemma cut in, “He needs to explain himself!”
“I agree.” Aly said and Y/N sighed.
“Well Harry doesn’t feel like he needs to. He just said he doesn’t want to revisit it and to just trust that he won’t talk to her again. But like…I saw how she got in his head and just the difference over the last few weeks, I mean, it’s not normal or healthy and that’s when he really got pissed and started to leave and I asked him where he was going and he said-” she stopped as her tears started to blur her vision again and Gemma and Aly frowned, “H-he said that m-maybe he would go and fuck Chloe or ummm…file for divorce s-since that’s what I was assuming he was doing anyway…” she cried and the girls literally gasped upon hearing this. “And I got angry and said if he walked out that I didn’t want him home until he was ready to talk about it and then he said that he wasn’t going to change his mind and he’d wait for me to call him when I’ve decided to let it go.” She started to cry again and Gemma just hugged her and glanced over at Aly with apprehension.
“I’m really sorry.” She hummed and Y/N just sighed through her tears.
“Like I want to work through this, but I don’t know what I’m truly up against, you know? And like, I didn’t know she was his ex until I called her today and just…the things she said about him were so hurtful and like…I just can’t for the life of me understand why he would choose to interact with someone like that and then defend them like that!?” She said in frustration.
“Well, I know I’m his sister and I love him to death, but this is just the tip of the iceberg of his ugly side if Chloe is involved.” She said and Y/N pulled back and frowned, “Harry was with her for four years. I don’t know what went on in the relationship because he was so far removed from us then, but I know that it wasn’t anything good. That relationship destroyed him. He was already going through so much but that just made it worse and like…as much as he avoided us, we also started to avoid him because he was…awful and mean to everyone when we would even try to understand what was going on with them. We hadn’t spoken for almost a year when I reached out to him again.” She confessed and Y/N sighed.
“I told him he needed to see a therapist after that was over.” Aly said and Gemma nodded.
“I don’t think he ever did.” Y/N said and they sighed, “Like…he’s done a lot of the work himself and like…not that it hasn’t worked, he’s a completely different person even than the version of him I first met. But obviously he works on just what he sees he needs to work on. But like, she knows how to work him and he’s so convinced that she doesn’t affect him.”
“That’s not new…he’s always been in denial about that.” Alyssa said and Y/N wiped her tears away.
“What if he really does what he said and stays away until I change my mind about this? The baby’s coming soon and I can’t do this without him. But I also feel like, if I cave on this…it’s a mistake and I feel like he’s still vulnerable to her and that he will go back the next time something gets difficult. And if something this small had him like this I’m sure that with something bigger she’d somehow manage to turn him against me. I can’t live everyday on edge wondering when is the day that she’s completely won him over and he leaves me!” She expressed sadly with so much frustration bubbling inside of her.
“I know it’s not nearly the same thing as having Harry backing you, but we’re here for you and we’ve got your back on this.” Alyssa said kindly.
“Couldn’t have said it better myself.” Gemma agreed as she gave her a little squeeze.
“Thank you guys. Everyone else didn’t hear the commotion right?”
“No.” Gemma assured.
“Good. The last thing I need is your mom, gran, and Julie ganging up on him when he’s already in a fragile state…” she sighed, “Thank you guys for listening. I felt like maybe I had been really unreasonable with my request to just understand what happened.”
“Not at all unreasonable, it’s just the Chloe-effect.” Alyssa said before making an icky face and Y/N giggled. “Now, I have a serious question for you, Y/N. Are you in need of a pedicure? Because I think we just need to get out of the house for the rest of the afternoon. Help you calm down a bit? Maybe Harry has an epiphany while we’re out.” Alyssa said.
“And if he doesn’t?” She asked.
“Well then at least your feet will be soft and your toenails a cute color.” Gemma said and Y/N smiled.
“Let’s do it then.” She agreed.
***********
Harry had taken a long drive to just think and ended up in Brighton, he had a lot of fond memories there. He didn’t want to talk about Chloe ever again and he could admit that he made a mistake in entertaining her again but he didn’t want to delve into it. He literally hadn’t realized how far down the rabbit hole he’d gone until everything piled up on him today. He was afraid to talk to Y/N about that part of his life because he felt that it would maybe change her view or opinion of him and taint their marriage, if they even had one anymore. Because sure, he was a grouch when he’d met her, but that was tame compared to the person he’d been when he was with Chloe. A part of that came out earlier when he’d said all those awful things to her when she was trying to stop him from leaving. And well, the moment he uttered all of those hurtful things to her he felt so ashamed of himself that he just had to go. She deserved more than a man who had so easily strayed away. She deserved more than someone who deceived her and said hurtful things to her just to get her to lay off.
He was terrified to go back home because he was afraid to prove Chloe right…that he wasn’t capable of loving and nurturing a marriage and much less a child. But whether he and Y/N had anything anymore after this stunt he pulled one thing was certain, he needed to sever all ties with Chloe because even he could recognize that everything started going to shit the second she was back in his life. Once again, he had been seeking her validation. He had intended to just be nice to her, he wasn’t sure at what point the tables turned but they had. He had somehow started out being the one in control and suddenly he wasn’t anymore and it terrified him that he hadn’t even realized it. He needed to just let that go for good, so he dialed her number and she picked up after a few rings.
“Harry, what happened?” She asked him right away.
“Just a huge fucking fight with Y/N…I fucked up and left instead of…giving her that explanation she asked for.” He explained sadly.
“Well, I get why you’re feeling so down all the time now! Your wife’s a real fucking piece of work.” she chuckled.
“Chloe, why would you lie to her about what was going on with us?” He asked and she sighed.
“Because I can see how miserable you are with her, Harry! And I also know you’re too much of a coward to end it. But you have to admit to yourself that this was all a mistake! Because that’s what this whole thing with her is, a mistake. I know you think that you’re cut out for this kind of thing, but you’re not!”
“And why is that?” He asked with a frown.
“Because you’re so… damaged, Harry! How can you be a father when you’re like this?” She questioned. “And I mean this with all the care in my heart, H. I know you think you’re doing better but look at how easily you came back to me! You asked me out, Harry and I accepted. Obviously, deep down you’re not over me and you’re unhappy with your life choices.”
“What? I wanted to catch up and hopefully get some closure, just the one time! But then you started showing up at the gym every day and texting me and asking to see me and talk to me about your problems and your life and I…I felt for you! I just wanted to be a decent person and help you, Chloe. But I…I won’t lose myself in you again.” He stated firmly.
“And do you really think you have anything with her after doing something like this?” She asked him, “Huh? While she’s off somewhere pissed at you, I’m here on the phone with you, because I need you as much as you need me, otherwise you would’ve grown a pair and stayed with her to fix things.” She said.
“This call isn’t for me to vent about the argument I had with my wife. I’m only phoning you to tell you that we’re done. All you ever did was tear me down and make me believe that because I was hurting and not being a great person then that I wasn’t worthy of all of the good things life has to offer. If you loved me as much as you said you did, why would you do that? Why would you make me feel like I wasn’t worthy of love when I desperately needed it the most?” He questioned and she didn’t respond, “Y/N loves me despite my mistakes, which I can assure you are many, and she loved me despite my hurt. She loved me when I was a miserable and broken shell of myself. She helped bring me back and I will love her eternally and be grateful to her for that forever. And I have everything I want and everything I need with Y/N. I really do wish you the best but-”
“How dare you?” She questioned angrily, “You’re just a good for nothing piece of shit, you’d be so lucky t-” he just hung up the phone and took a deep breath before just blocking her number and it was liberating. He was relishing in his small victory when a text from his mum came in.
Upon reading it he immediately forgot all about what he was thinking and called Y/N. He sighed when her phone rang out and then he tried again and no answer. He didn’t even think twice before he ran off to his car. He needed to make sure she was OK. It was nearly a two hour drive and he had tried her again and Alyssa and then Gemma and Skye and no one was picking up. He was about to call his mum back and ask, but then he’d have to explain that he had actually left and that would open up even more issues.
He got home in record time and the house appeared dark. He rushed inside and looked around and well, her phone was on the bedside table…maybe they had to take her to the hospital and they left in a rush. But they would’ve called him…he groaned and just as he was about to head out again he heard laughing at the door and he rushed to the entry way and saw and heard her, with Gemma and Alyssa. He sighed in relief as they opened the entry way and their smiles slowly fell when they saw him.
“Oh thank god, you’re alright.” He said and she looked at him with confusion, “Mum texted something about a panic attack.” He explained.
“Oh, that was probably from what I told them to get them to leave.” Aly cut in and he nodded.
“Right, well are you alright for now?” Gemma asked her quietly, but he still heard her.
“Yeah. Thank you for all the pampering this afternoon and for taking me to the Barbie movie.” She said with a smile to her and Aly who both hugged her tight. They didn’t fail to glare at him while they hugged her and were soon being escorted to the door. Harry just sat at the staircase as they said goodbye and soon Y/N was coming back in and slipping out of her sandals.
“I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried.” He said as he stood.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She assured and just walked past him and to the bedroom. He waited a bit before he decided to just follow after her, but as soon as he made it into the hallway he saw the last bit of the door close and then heard the lock click. He swore that it absolutely broke his heart to have her reject him this way, but he deserved it. Just seeing the disappointment in her eyes made him want to fix this. He walked up to the door and heard her shuffling around the room a bit.
“Ummm, I’m gonna go sleep up stairs then.” He informed and hesitated a bit before speaking up again, “I know I was…a total fucking asshole today. I’m so sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have reacted or left like that. I just…get defensive when it comes to this situation… And I just want you to know that I only love you.” He spoke through the door and just a second later she spoke up, her voice muffled by the door between them as well.
“And I love you too.” She responded softly before he saw the room go dark from the crack under the door. It wasn’t all that late but he’s sure that she was emotionally drained and possibly physically exhausted as well. He went up the stairs and got showered and then into bed.
Harry was so ashamed of himself and everything that came with those horrible four years of his life with Chloe. And he did want to be good enough for Y/N, but evidently there was still a small part of him that believed that he wasn’t and never would be. It’s not like all of the horrible shit he did when he was with Chloe just went away! He felt bad about it every time a memory resurfaced. And the one thing that should’ve made him feel better, but actually made him feel even more like shit was that Y/N still loved him. After everything he’d put her through today, not to mention the last few weeks of deception and even betrayal to some extent, she still made a point to tell him that she loved him. It was crazy to him…he would never withhold his love from her either, but he felt that she provided the good and all he did was hurt her and disappoint her. Even when their paths first crossed she had extended respect and kindness to him when he was awful to her. Maybe if he just explained to her why he was so worried about talking about this she would give him more time to figure out how to share this stuff about his past and how that led to what happened over the last couple weeks. As much as he wanted to avoid talking about it, fixing things with Y/N was far more important than his shame over his past.
With that new priority at the front of his mind Harry sat up from the bed and got into his slippers, he headed to the stair case and when he reached it he stopped at the top of it when he saw Y/N was on her third step up. They both just looked at each other for a moment before she spoke up.
“Are you really gonna make me go all the way up there after the day I’ve had?” She inquired and his lips split in a small smile and he proceeded to hurry down the steps. With each step he took down his eyes flooded with his tears and as soon as she was within arm’s reach he pulled her close as he sniffled.
“I love you so much, baby.” He sighed in relief at the feeling of her being in his arms again and more than that, she hugged him back.
“I know you do. And I love you too.” She assured him and he pulled back to look at her.
“I don’t think I deserve it sometimes.” He confessed through a sniffle and she frowned.
“We all make mistakes-”
“Well I’m the only one fucking up here and you deserve more than that-”
“I’m not perfect by any means. I lied about…the hot Cheetos and the Jaffa cakes.” She said and he chuckled despite his tears streaming down his cheeks.
“Yeah, that’s actually far worse than what I lied about.” He said sarcastically and she smiled up at him. She was hopeful that he was ready to share what had happened. She just wanted to understand him. “Ummm, can we sit to talk?”
“Please.” she said and he chuckled and helped her down and to the couch just in the next room over. He flicked on the lamp they had in there to give the space a nice warm glow and she got comfortable on the couch, her back to the armrest as she brought up her legs up over his and hugged a pillow to her body. Harry sat beside her, his hands on her legs and stroked over them softly as he collected his thoughts for a moment.
“Ummm…first off, again, I am so sorry for lying and hiding things from you. For continuing to see Chloe. For the way I’ve been acting the last few weeks, but more importantly for all of the awful things I’ve done today.” He apologized with a small frown, “I will never let myself forget what happened here, like…” he swallowed thickly, “Obviously it’s not the person I want to be.” He finished, “But in order to explain why I am so…vulnerable to Chloe’s shit…I ummm, I have to talk about my relationship with her and ummm…” He exhaled nervously and when his eyes met hers she could see the anxiety and fear and sadness in them, his hands even started trembling a bit and it absolutely broke her heart, “Baby, I mean this with my whole heart! I want to be able t-to talk about it but I can’t talk about this with you yet. And it’s not a you thing, I honestly have never talked about it properly with anyone.” He explained to her and her frown deepened upon hearing this. He’d been carrying this around all by himself for all of these years? He was certainly stronger than she had given him credit for.
“Being with her, those were the worst years of my life and I’ve learned to just accept what it was, you know? Like I can’t change the past and as much as it is what it is ummm…it still…it still hurts a lot if I think about it too much. And like… I wasn’t the best person when I was with her and like…” he sighed as he just worked up the courage to speak. He started anxiously picking at the sides of his fingers and she reached out and grabbed his hands, forcing him to look up at her, “Baby, I guess I’m afraid that if you hear how awful I was maybe you won’t feel the same about me or even look at me in the same way. I’m so ashamed about that whole part of my life and that’s why it’s hard to explain to you how this happened. But what I can tell you is that…I think a part of her is still like… she’s still in my head.” He frowned and she did as well, nodding in understanding. “And I have tried everything to just stop hearing her voice in there. Like, I’m already hard on myself but like…this is different. It’s like on a whole different level and it really makes me doubt myself. One thing she’d always tell me was that I wasn’t good enough for a family of my own. That because of my intense grief I wasn’t strong enough of a person to have…well, to have what we have together.” He said and Y/N shook her head in disbelief with a pout.
“She really said that to you?” She asked and he couldn’t bear to look at her as he nodded.
“Yeah. All the time. And I would see the way I’d treat my friends and my family and how…shitty I was and so I…believed it. I believed what she told me and I had made peace with it.” He chuckled sadly, “It was the reason why she “couldn’t be faithful” to me,” he said with air quotes, “Because I wasn’t good enough for a real committed relationship and I think that…when I do something wrong or I…hurt your feelings, like when I told you I felt trapped,” he said and she nodded, “I think ummm…it’s like a confirmation bias, you know? Like everything she said about me was right. Like I wasn’t built for this. Like I don’t…deserve it.” he explained and Y/N’s heart was breaking for him, “I hope this is enough o-of an explanation for you, but that’s all I can talk about right now without feeling like…basically like she’s won. Again.” He explained softly. Just the idea of him feeling like Chloe had won made Y/N’s blood boil in a way she had never felt before. She would equate it to the wrath of god. She couldn’t believe someone would be so cruel on purpose.
“Look at me, H.” She said quietly, his eyes met hers again with some uncertainty. But Harry was relieved that she wasn’t looking at him with pity, like he was broken. There was just love and compassion as she looked at him, “Look at what we have together and how far you’ve come from that! She didn’t win then and she hasn’t won now. You have.” She said to him and Harry just felt the lump in his throat bob violently before he started to sob.
“And yes, what you’ve shared is enough for now and you’re enough for me. More than! Always.” She offered a soft and encouraging smile, “And I do forgive you, baby. And your family forgives you too. And look, that’s all good and well, but I think you might still be so affected by all of this because…you haven’t forgiven yourself.” She explained and his eyes softened as he choked on another sob, “What you said earlier about not forgetting about what happened, I agree that we need to sometimes remind ourselves of past instances where we went about things the wrong way. Like we can’t erase mistakes, they help us learn and do better, right? But it shouldn’t be this thing where you’re holding your mistakes over your head all the time, baby. I love you so much and so does your family, none of us are ever going to hold your shortcomings over your head. So why should you?” She asked him and he shrugged as he gasped for air. “Oh, come here, my love.” She tutted and he just surged forward and nestled into her side as best as he could. “I love you so much.” She said softly.
Sure, he had made things right with everyone else he had hurt and it was enough for a while but he had never gotten around to making things right with himself. And ultimately the forgiveness and acceptance that he needed the most to be able to heal fully was his own, but he wouldn’t be able to do that alone.
“I love you.” He hiccuped, “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. You mean everything to me. You’re my whole life. You have to know that. I’m sorry.” He whispered over and over as she just held him for several minutes until his crying calmed down enough that he could properly breathe again.
“Baby, when I say this to you it’s just a suggestion and like…I want you to seriously consider it.” She said and he hummed, “H-have you ever thought of meeting with a therapist to like…work through all of this?” She asked and he pulled back and nodded as he sniffled.
“Yeah, I’ve made so many appointments but ummm…I always flake out because I think that…that they’ll get a look at me and be like how does some scary looking guy let another person fuck him up so badly? Like why couldn’t I have just left sooner or like…seen through her shit, you know?”
“Well, first off it’s no one’s place to judge you, specially a therapist. But also, when I said Chloe is not sane, I mean that, like medically.” She said and Harry chuckled and bit through his tears and she smiled, “It really wasn’t an insult to her, like just from the ten minutes I spoke with her it was clear that she has issues of her own to resolve. I’m sure she has the capacity to be a great person, like all people do! And I’m sure that the version of her you first met and interacted with and even…fell in love with wasn’t this.” She said and he nodded.
“Yeah, not really.” He confirmed.
“I mean, maybe she has her own mental illness that she never talked to you about or something in her past that’s made her this way. But like…if it’s something serious and chronic, like a personality disorder, for example…if you’re not emotionally equipped to handle that, which most people who aren’t trained professionals aren’t, it can be extremely traumatic to have people like that in your life, H. And I will acknowledge that you’ve done a fantastic job of healing on your own and regaining your light and your nurturing and loving nature! Trust me, I see it every single day, baby, and I’m so proud of you for it.” She reassured him, “We all love how hard you love us and value us all, but I think it’s time to do that for yourself too. I mean, just in light of being parents now it’s something to…to consider.” She said and he nodded, “Like…I’ll probably need some therapy too after the fallout with my family. Like, I think about it and I feel so angry at them and I feel…betrayed by them and I want to get back at them somehow.” She explained, “But I don’t want our baby to grow up and see that unresolved anger and spite towards them. Like, obviously what they’ve done has hurt me unimaginably and who knows how long this beef’ll last with them…” she sighed, “But like, it’s OK to feel hurt, but I don’t want to walk around for years being angry and bitter at them. It’s just not healthy, you know?”
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” He said softly.
“You deserve to heal from this, baby.” She said and he nodded. They were quiet for a few seconds as she let him process all of this.
“Baby? D-do you think if I do…therapy that they’d let you stay with me until I feel comfortable doing it alone?” He asked and she smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, I think that shouldn’t be an issue.” She assured. “Though with the baby coming soon it might be a little tough.”
“We’ll just do it online for a bit then.” He said and she smiled and nodded, “Can I kiss you?” He asked and she nodded.
“Of course.” She said and he was careful and he kind of straddled her and leaned in to kiss her lips gently before pulling her into his side and getting comfortable beside her as best as they could with their limited space not he couch.
“You know, you’re the complete opposite of Chloe.” He said softly, “I think that’s why at first I hated you.”
“Hated?!” She gasped playfully and he smiled and shrugged a bit.
“If not hate, it was pretty close to it.” He confessed and she sniggered a bit.
“If I was the opposite, why would you hate me?” She questioned in some confusion.
“Because ummm…you weren’t her. Like I wasn’t in love with her anymore but I did miss the good bits.” He said softly, “I think that first day, after we had that little tiff and then you came back in and apologized? That just threw me off my orbit.” He said through a chuckle, “And I felt like a fucking child…like I didn’t know anything about human interactions. No one had been accountable for their shit and apologized to me in…fuck I couldn’t even remember. It made me angry that you felt I needed an apology because I felt like… I didn’t deserve it so I was a dick to you. Like…almost as if I needed to prove to you why I didn’t deserve your niceties or an apology. And down the line, it’s like, I wanted to see your ugly side but your reactions to my antagonizations were always the opposite of what I expected and…wanted to some extent. But that really shone a light on how badly I was being treated before and seeing you growing and flourishing and everyone liking you from the get-go…for me it was like…everything I’d ever wanted and wished for was being given to someone else. All that support and affection and friendship. Even I liked you, but I was jealous. And then you were so nice to me when I got stood up and it…gave me hope again.” He explained to her and she hummed in acknowledgment, letting him get it all out there.
“That’s when I decided to stop dwelling on what I had endured and just let something good happen to me because I really needed it. I mean, I had no idea what would come of me letting you into my life. Maybe it was just going to be another lesson and loss…” he chuckled, “But letting you in was the best decision of my life, whether it was short-lived or long-haul, I just knew that I would never be the same after you, in a good way.” He smiled and she did as well. “I love you in ways I never knew were possible, even more so now that you’re carrying our little boy, I mean…” he inhaled sharply to prevent himself from crying again but he couldn’t help it and whimpered on a sob before speaking again, “I’m sorry for taking what we have for granted.” He sniffled, “This is really the most special thing two people can do together. And it’s not lost on me that…that I have to prove myself to you now and earn back the trust that I broke. But I promise you that I will work hard every single day to show you two that I’m the person you’ll need me to be.”
“You already do, baby.” She assured him, “And we all get in our heads or make mistakes sometimes. And I want you to know that I don’t expect perfection from you. I just want you to try your best and I’ll try my best.” She said with a smile, “Saw this thing from Brené Brown once about how she and her husband check on each other when they reconvene after their days.” She said and he hummed. “They have a rule that between the both of them they need to make 100% and they have like a limit for what’s passing. So say 80%. Like if one of us had a super shitty day, we focus on taking care of that person and our family. Like maybe we get takeout instead, or do the laundry the next day…whatever it be that we need to put aside, we put it aside and prioritize caring for the partner who is struggling the most.” She explained. “And if both of our scores are less than 80 combined s’the same concept, we just do what we need to do to look after ourselves and put everything else aside.”
“I really like that.” He said and she nodded.
“Me too. And like…I feel like maybe I’m a bit too emotionally attached to your grandma because of what happened with mine, you know?” She said and he nodded, “And I mean, I’m also starting to just think a lot about delivering the baby and sometimes I feel like…what did I get myself into…” she said through a little chuckle.
“Oh, as do I.” He said and she smiled.
“Yeah…I’m terrified.” She admitted, “I also feel like maybe I might not be cut out for this sometimes and it’s not like I regret it, but sometimes I wonder if we moved into this too soon or…I don’t know, I just get in my head.” She explained and he frowned upon hearing this, “So I think, we’ve both been…struggling on our own for a while and not really communicating that to not worry the other. When in reality we’re supposed to be in this together and share the load and the worries and the joys. So I’m more than willing to just…have this last month just be us working this out together and preparing for our baby together.” She said and he smiled.
“Really?” He asked and she hummed, “And this has nothing to do with the fact that gran’s cleaned you out at gin every day last week?” He asked teasingly and she laughed.
“Well, just a bit.” She admitted and he chuckled, “But mostly because I’ve missed you the last few weeks.” She confessed, “I’ve missed you a lot.”
“I’ve missed you too. I have one condition though.”
“OK. Name it.”
“No more knitting. Please.” Harry pleaded with a small laugh.
“Fine…was planning on making you some slippers but-”
“I’m not an OAP! I don’t need knitted slippers. Also, they have no traction, so unless you want me to die tumbling down the stairs or something, no thanks.” He laughed and she giggled as well.
“Yeah, definitely not. So no knitting. I also have a condition.”
“Alright, name it and it’s done.”
“Brilliant! You’re going to tell your grandma about it just being us from here on out.” She said and he scoffed through a humorless laugh.
“Absolutely not. I can’t hurt her feelings like that…no way.”
“Well I can’t either! We’re besties!”
“We’ll draw straws.” He suggested.
“Baby, I’m pregnant. In such a delicate state, you can’t put such a stressful task on me. Besides, I already have to do the most grueling and difficult task bestowed upon a human being in just five weeks…so, I think you should take one for team Styles.” She said and he sighed loudly.
“You’re pulling that card are you?” He asked and she hummed smugly as she nodded and he chuckled, “That’s so mean.”
“I will while I can. Every. Single. Time. And you can take that to the bank.” She smirked.
“Fine…I’ll break up with my gran for you but you owe me big time for this…A favor of my choosing at the time of my choosing.”
“OK.” She agreed and he smiled and sighed happily as he relished in the feeling of her beside him once again. She literally was the best person he knew. They had fallen silent for a bit before his voice put an end to the quiet.
“My new passcode is your due date, 1707.” He said softly, “I changed it 2 weeks ago actually, before all of this because Archie really did download like 10 games and also managed to purchase like fifty pounds worth of something on one of them.” He clarified and she smiled. “And…Chloe’s first text actually has a perfectly reasonable explanation. Which is that we biked to SOHO, on those electric bikes? After we’d grabbed a coffee.” He said and she started to giggle, “Also we both happened to attend the same indoor cycling class…that’s how we saw each other again. So after an hour of that and then randomly biking to SOHO and back-”
“Pelvic floor and leg pain guaranteed…” Y/N cut in and he nodded, “God, cycling is just the worst.”
“It’s just not for everyone.” He said and she smiled.
“Just for sadomasochists.” She joked and he laughed.
“Should we go to bed?”
“Yeah, baby.” She hummed.
He was so happy they had been able to talk before the day was out. After this experience and conversation with Y/N, Harry mentally decided that he wouldn’t be so scared to communicate with her ever again. It never really went how he imagined it would. He was a classic self-saboteur and over-thinker, so he would picture the worst case scenarios more often than not. But Y/N always put all of her effort to listen and understand him and she was always patient and loving in her responses. She had proven it to him time and time again. She really was the best thing that had ever happened to him and he felt so lucky to be loved by her.
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The next day Harry had a conversation with his grandmother when he drove her back to his mum’s house. He came clean about everything and the reason why they needed this time alone together. She was understanding, of course, but did give him a bit of a talking to though. However, she too told him that she loved him when they said goodbye.
In lieu of her being over all day though, they decided to just ask her, his mum, and Julie over for dinner a couple times a week and that had actually been really pleasant. It gave Harry a chance to really brush up on his cooking skills, because Y/N and Julie had him spoiled back in LA. But soon enough he’d have to look after Y/N while she recovered from the baby. And tonight they were having dinner alone, but he decided he’d make her shepherd’s pie with cheesy top. It had been a childhood favorite of his and well, he hadn’t eaten it in nearly 8 years since he had chosen to be a friend and ally to the animals. But as he smelled it coming together he decided to cancel making one with meat substitute for himself and just indulging this time with her.
“Smells fantastic.” She hummed her compliment as she came into the kitchen slowly.
“Thank you, baby. I think you’re really gonna like this one.” He said as he continued washing the things he had used to prepare the dish. She walked behind him and lightly scratched at his back a few times before she passed him and went to the fridge. “What’re you looking for in there? Food’s about to be ready.”
“You had brought some cheese yesterday and I wanted a bit.” She said with a little smile and he chuckled.
“Sorry baby, s’in the food.” He explained and she pouted.
“Alright then…no snack for me.” She mumbled before turning back and walking back over to him.
Harry smiled when she hugged her body around his, her cheek smushed into his back before she kissed it a few times and then smiled, being just a bit of a bother as he tried to finish cleaning up, but he didn’t mind her clinginess.
They had been working really hard to patch up everything form before. Not just him, but her too. Sometime’s he’d find her crying over a new stretch mark or her achey boobs, or just from feeling so physically drained, or nervous about delivering the baby. He had no idea that she had been struggling on her own like this. The first few times she got embarrassed for it, but she still let him be there for her through it. And with him it was more of that fear he had about his ability to be a good father. He’d share his concern and doubts and they’d work through it together like a proper team, and just like that things were on the mend. Truly, being there at every moment, experiencing the way life was just coming into their little baby boy was tethering them to each other in ways that he never knew were possible. It was extraordinary to witness and even on the hard days they never failed to take a moment before bed to just be grateful for the life they had together.
… JULY …
Y/N’s due date was in two weeks and she and Harry had once again taken a drive to the hospital she was supposed to give birth at to really nail down the fastest route possible. She couldn’t really move so much now so they just went to the class to bounce on the yoga balls and socialize with the other people and to do the meditations and affirmations portion of it all. Harry could see the way it improved her confidence so he made a point to not miss the class. Being there he’d also started to make friends with some of the other non-birthing partners in the class. He’d even met up for lunch with a few of them once already and planned to continue nurturing those friendships. And well, he knew he could also count on Skye and Nathan to talk about these things if he ever had doubts. He loved how supportive Y/N was of him also needing to build his connections with other young and new fathers.
“I think the route we took yesterday was better.” Harry said as they pulled into their street.
“This one seemed shorter, no?”
“Technically yes, but I’ve noticed that they do construction at night and it gets backed up. So if the baby comes in the night it would be best to go the other way. We’d be taking more main streets, so the traffic lights will be in our favor.” He pointed out and she hummed.
“Good, strategic thinking, Mr. Styles.”
“Thank you, I try.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to meet him, baby.” He said with a wide grin.
“Neither can I! I just…I want to hold his little hand. He’s been a good baby so far, not throwing any crazy ragers in here.” She said and Harry nodded through a chuckle.
“Right. Mum said I was pretty even tempered until I was a toddler. Do you know if you were?” He asked her, glancing over to her quickly.
“Not too sure.” She responded. “I’ve been thinking about my parents a lot.” She said and he reached for her hand and she offered a tight lipped smile. Harry knew this was a very difficult and painful subject for her to broach.
“Yeah? With the baby?”
“Yeah.” She confirmed, “I wish they were happy for us. For me…” she said glancing up at him quickly and he nodded. “Ughh, I don’t even know why it bothers me anymore!” She groaned in frustration, “It’s not like they’ve been present for the last 6 years of my life.” She mumbled.
“It’s your parents, baby. Of course it’s going to bother you.” Harry reasoned. “I know you don’t want contact but maybe if you’re up for it we can send a Christmas card for the holidays you know? That way they can see you’re doing good and also see Charlie.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I don’t want them to ever tell me I never tried, you know?”
“Exactly. I think it’s important that we do things like that. To show them that they’re still on our minds but that also, we’re doing really well. Just the right balance of considerate and petty.” He said with a little grin.
“Yeah, that’s so true.” She giggled. “I’m curious, what do you think will be your greatest strength as a dad?” She asked him and this made Harry smile as he thought about it.
“Hmmm…I don’t know…” he wondered aloud, “I haven’t thought of it.” He said honestly, “Maybe…ummm…” he said again and when she glanced over at him he was slightly frowning now. “Dunno, can’t think of anything.” He finally said lowly, as if disappointed in himself for not knowing and she was quick to scoff at his self doubt.
“Well I’ve thought about it a lot.” She said with a smile as they turned onto their street. “You’re really great when things get challenging, which I’m sure they will at some point, so I think you’d be the one who remains calm more than me. You’re also very patient, which I know will come in handy for…well the rest of our lives.” She said and he smiled, “You’re also really good at admitting your mistakes and doing what needs to be done to correct them, which is huge! I think responsibility and accountability are excellent traits to model for kids. You’re also the one with self-discipline and have far more structure than I ever will, and kids thrive on structure; you’re definitely going to be the parent that makes rules fun. You’re also very intelligent and a fast learner, and so open to change, so I think you will adjust a lot faster than I will to a baby. You can be fun and silly, which I think is one of my favorite things about you, you know when to be and when not to be.” She pointed out.
“I also think that the way you show your love is also very admirable and wholistic. Like you’re very adaptable with it based on the person’s needs. So if that means doing something for someone, carving out some time in your day for something, or just giving a cuddle when needed you’d do it. Literally, you’re so supportive, you do whatever it takes to show someone you love that you care about them.” She said, “Ughhh, you’re gonna be the best dad, H.” She said with a big smile as he parked the car in front of their garage and turned to her with a big smile as well.
“Wow, thank you. I got a little scared for a moment there…” he confessed, “Maybe I am very cut out for this.”
“Oh certainly.” She nodded.
“And you? What do you think you’d be best at?”
“I think I’m very patient as well, maybe not as much as you, but it’s up there.”
“I mean, you deal with me so I’d say you’re excellent at patience.” He said and she giggled.
“OK, well that…I also think I’m very good at empowering others and encouraging independence. So I think I’d be able to teach Charlie how to be capable and self-sufficient. I think I’m a great listener and very supportive. And I think that I’m good at communicating, so teaching Charlie right from wrong, boundaries, expectations…and of course, I think I would be able to love him wholeheartedly and unconditionally, which in the end is really the most important thing we could do for him, I think. I’ll definitely have to learn how to be a bit more firm from you, but other than that I think we’ve got mostly all the bases covered!” She said gleefully.
“I love you so fucking much.” Harry said with a loving smile.
“I love you too.” She hummed back happily and then her smile dropped a bit, “I’ve also been thinking about…like, if…” she exhaled shakily, “Like god forbid something goes…wrong-” She said and Harry’s good mood immediately melted away as he shook his head.
“Don’t even say that, Y/N…Please, Jesus…” He frowned with a disapproving shake of his head. Quite literally rejecting the idea verbally and physically.
“Like…I know it’s awful to think about but you just never know what the future holds and I just…I want you to know that if for any reason you’re faced with a difficult decision I want you to know that I fully trust you to do what you think is best.” Y/N stated as she reached for his hand and he glanced over to her, already feeling anxious at the prospect of anything going wrong. “I just…need you to promise me that you’ll trust your gut and know that I trust you too, with my life, babe. Always.” She said emphatically and he swallowed down that anxiety and nodded.
“OK. I promise.” He agreed solemnly and she offered a tight-lipped smile to him.
“I’m sorry if I’m scaring you. It’s going to be fine, everything looks great, you’ve heard the doctor say it as well. But just…just in case, you know?”
“OK.” He said before bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing it before expelling all of the negative thoughts now with a deep exhale.
“I’ve ruined the appetite for lunch, haven’t I?” She said monotonously and Harry’s lips quirked up in the biggest grin ever, “What?” She asked at his sudden shift in mood.
“That was maybe the most British-sounding thing you’ve ever said! It’s exciting!” He chuckled and she groaned.
“Oh god, please stop me before I become one of those people with a fake accent…” she mumbled and he laughed.
“I think you might develop one over time…I mean, if this is your home now a couple things are bound to rub off.” he shrugged with a satisfied little smirk.
“I know that, but just as long as I don’t sound like an idiot…”
“Oh you will for a bit, but we’ll love you just the same.” He assured with a grin and leaned over to kiss her lips despite the little pout on them, “OK, my excellent comedic timing and humor have helped me regain appetite. C’mon, my love.” He said as he unbuckled her seatbelt before undoing his own and hurrying over to help her down from the car.
Their afternoon was pretty quiet and now Y/N was having a nice cool bath before bed. Sure, it wasn’t LA hot, but try carrying around all of the extra weight and tell someone that 77 degrees isn’t scorching hot. Not to mention, their house wasn’t a new build so they didn’t have AC, much to Y/N’s chagrin. If there was anything she missed about LA it was that, even Julie was struggling because she preferred sleeping in the cold. So the next best thing was to just sit in a cool bubble bath for a bit so that she could be refreshed before getting into bed. She was smiling with her eyes closed and her tossed back, relaxing against her bath pillow as Harry’s shower playlist and his singing along filled the bathroom with a joyous sound. Wings’ “She’s My Baby” faded out as he switched off the water and there was a second of silence before the unmistakeable chords of Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing” came through the speakers.
“Woo!” Harry exclaimed in excitement and it made Y/N’s eyes flutter open as she laughed at his very enthusiastic reaction to the song. “I believe in miracles…where you frooo-om, you sexy thing? You sexy thing you.” He sang as he sashayed out of the shower and into her line of sight. She glanced over to him, shaking her head and fighting to hold in her laughter because he was stark naked, dancing in the bathroom as he serenaded her, “I believe in miracles since you came alo-o-ong, you sexy thing!” he sang now while pointing straight at her as he approached her; his toned body rolling smoothly as he danced his way over.
“Please be careful, you’re gonna slip!” She warned through her giggling as he came over to the tub.
“Where did you come from, baby?” He sang with a theatrical, inquisitive expression over his face as he tilted her chin up, “How did you know, I needed you? How did you know I needed you so badly? How did you know I’d give my heart-Oh shit!” He gasped, his eyes wide with fear as he slipped in his own puddle of water just as he was trying to step into the tub.
“I’m telling you to be careful!” She laughed as she shook her head and scooted up, hugging her knees to her body as much as she possibly could to let him slide into the bubble bath with her. When she felt his warmth behind her she stretched her legs again and fell back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her as he rested his head against hers.
“Now you’re lying close to me giving it to meee-eee!” He continued singing against her as if he hadn’t almost eaten shit, “I believe in miracles…” he hummed as his hands left her bump and grabbed her thighs, “Where you from, you sexy thing?” He whispered now against the shell of her ear with a grin as his fingers inched towards her inner thighs.
They hadn’t actually done anything physically intimate for her in maybe three months, if not very close to that. And it wasn’t for lack of need, just the mechanics of it were getting weird for Y/N. She was eager to do anything for Harry, who didn’t want to accept unless she would allow him to reciprocate. But she’d always end up convincing him one way or another to at least accept a blowie or even just a hand job because lately his pleasure was enough for her. She just had this like…mental block when it came to her pleasure right now. She couldn’t concentrate enough to come for a lot of reasons. Like one time, they had tried to have sex and he was spooning her and she was starting to get close when the baby started to kick and it just got weird for her.
She obviously knew that physically Harry’s dick and their baby were nowhere near each other, but having both of those things happen simultaneously just killed the mood for her. She felt like they weren’t alone and it just made having an orgasm hard. Like did the baby feel what was going on? Or did all the chemicals her brain released from the pleasure make the baby more active? She had no idea, so she googled it…apparently they did feel something and after learning that it just got harder and harder for her. But did she want it, yes, and badly!
Harry was in a bit of a frisky mood himself. Over the last few weeks that they'd been spending alone, preparing for the baby, he had been experiencing these emotions he wasn't all that familiar with. He felt so possessive and protective of her right now, but in a way that made him lust after her. He knew that she didn’t feel gorgeous and radiant most of the time now, like she had at first, but to him she was the pinnacle of beauty, especially now. He loved how strong and powerful she was in every capacity. He appreciated the new things he learned her body could do and how it adapted and changed as she literally nurtured their son to life. He felt so proud of her, but also of himself. Lately it made him all hot and bothered to know that she was carrying his baby, that he had done this with her, to her. That everyone knew this when they’d go to yoga or out on walks or to run errands together. Y/N was beautiful, anyone with the ability to see it could see that, so when anyone would steal a glance of her and then see her bump while he protectively loomed over her they’d know that she was all his and that just made him feel feral and so fucking cocky.
He’d never given much thought to how real the theory of evolution was, but this innate and almost animalistic need to protect what was his, to show off what he’d done with her, to take care of her and their son, it was instinctual. It came from some unearthed primal part of himself that he didn’t know he had until now. And Harry loved this new side of himself and knowing that his precious and sexy little wife had a breeding kink basically had him simmering all the time. Sure, she was having a hard time orgasming as of late, but as he nipped at her earlobe while his fingers felt the slimy texture of her around as he dipped his fingertip at her opening, he knew that she wanted it badly and he was going to give that to her. He was happy to revisit some of their kinkier preferences to help her surrender to her pleasure.
“Baby…” she whispered as he guided his slicked up finger to her clit and swirled it around it, teasing her just a bit before she wriggled a bit and he took the hint to rub over her sensitive and surely needy little bud. Harry was relishing in the satisfied exhale that had her melting against his body.
“I know it’s been hard, but you’re going to come for me.” He mumbled lowly and she moaned, “Remember before? I’d just keep going until you couldn’t help but come for me? That’s how we’re gonna do this. Fuck, I need to taste you, my love. Need it so bad.” He groaned as his cock started to stiffen up at the idea of getting to lick and lap at all her sensitive spots until she was writhing in pleasure beneath him.
“Fuck, please H.” She sighed breathily and he smiled as he brought his left hand up to her breast.
He was gentle as he squeezed it in his palm and rubbed his thumb over her nipple, back and forth, feeling it growing harder and harder with each rub over it. She was already so sensitive there as her body got closer and closer to her due date. She was just so tender that his touches soon started to overstimulate her sensitive nipple until she was gasping. She could feel her clit throbbing and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to just focus on the pleasure, to not lose that spark that was flickering inside of her.
“Rub your clit f’me.” He instructed as his other hand came to her right breast. Her nipple already peaked from the pleasure she was experiencing, but when he started teasing that one as well she started to spark up. “That’s it, baby. Feel how good it is?” She nodded as she whined out lowly at just how overwhelming it was starting to feel. Her nipples ached and her back was slightly arching into his touch and out of nowhere he pinched them between his thumbs and index fingers. She choked on a groan before he let go and she was panting in relief as her body relaxed against his, “Did it hurt?” He asked quietly.
“Yeah, but in a good way.” She responded lowly as two of her fingers swirled and brushed over her clit.
“‘In a good way?’” He teased her haughtily, repeating her own filth back to her, “Made you a wife and a mum, a nice respectable woman, but nothing’s gonna change the fact that you’re a filthy little slut for me, will it?” He teased and she whimpered as he pinched at her nipples again, “I know she’s still in there, my favorite little freak. That perfect little cum slut that took every fucking load, like a good girl.”
“Harry-” she swallowed thickly as she felt her body starting to burn from the inside out. Wincing at the pressure being applied to her sore nipples once again.
“And look at you now, pregnant with my baby for being such a desperate and needy little thing…” he mused, “And you’re as beautiful as the day I first saw you and then some.” He smiled, “Fuck, it drives me insane knowing that I did this to you. You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He asked and she nodded, “Say it. Tell daddy, you’re his.”
“Yes, I’m all yours, daddy.” She whimpered as her legs started to tense up as her pleasure increased.
“Yes, you are. Always gonna take such good care of you, my love.” he promised. “I’m gonna need you to get out of your pretty, little head and let me do just that.” He purred.
Before she knew it, he was helping her onto their bed so that she was reclining against the headboard and he kissed her sloppily before dropping down to his tummy and kissing in between her legs. His tongue was flicking at her clit over and over and over again. He was aiming to get her from sharp inhales to animalistic moans. How she had missed his mouth…she obviously hadn’t been in the mood to maintain herself as religiously as before and she knew Harry didn’t mind, but she was a bit embarrassed about it too. But feeling his mouth and tongue zealously working to get her off she threw out all the shame she felt. He really didn’t seem to care one bit.
“Please use your fingers.” She mumbled and she moaned in relief when he fit two of his long, thick digits into her entrance. He expertly massaged her walls with them, finding and stimulating her internal pleasure points before curling his fingers up and settling at her g-spot. It had been so long that she almost immediately started to lose it. She was so sensitive and eager for an orgasm. She wished she could properly see him, but the bulge of her belly was mostly in the way, she couldn’t even comfortably grab his hair or head, this caused for her legs to kick and writhe as she had no other way to express her pleasure. “Oh my god, baby! I’m so close!” She gasped and he moaned against her pussy before gently sucking at her clit until her legs were trembling and she was coming undone with a scream of his name. “Fuck Harry!” She wailed as he kept going despite her sensitivity. Her head was thrown back and she was whimpering at the overstimulation as he refused to come to a stop. Soon the torture morphed back into pleasure as she surrendered herself to the idea that Harry was set on making up for lost time right now.
“Oh my god, don’t stop…please, don’t stop!” She whispered breathlessly as her fingers dug into the bed covers until her knuckles were white. Harry’s moans seemed to be reverberating through her entire body as his fingers plunged deep into her and fucked her sweet spot until once again, she was crying out as her orgasm crashed over her. Rolling her in beautiful currents of pleasure. His continuous movements were drawing out the delicious, ticklish feeling that was bursting from her tummy through her body. “Mmm, that’s so good.” She hummed as he started to just lap over her clit, gradually coming to a slow to ease her out of it. Her breathing was ragged as the aftershocks of her orgasm caused her legs to twitch and tingle.
“You alright there?” He asked smugly as he kissed her inner thigh.
“More than. Wow, thank you.” She giggled breathily and he smiled before pressing himself up and leaning over her to kiss her lips quickly.
“Can I reciprocate?” She mumbled against his lips.
“Fuck no.” he hummed and she chuckled.
“Baby, please…” she begged.
“We either have sex or the blowie. And I’d much rather do the things that will get the both of us off. Unless you’re done.” he mumbled against her lips.
“Not done, just don’t know if I could even come from penetration.” She explained, “So I’d rather you get to come properly than to keep trying to make me finish that way when I don’t even think I will.” She reasoned.
“Well good thing I got you a little something to help.” He said and she furrowed her eyebrows as he drew back. “Wait here.” He hummed before pecking her lips once more.
“Not a problem.” She assured him as he hurried off of the bed, “Don’t even think I could move from this position.” She said to herself. She was so over being pregnant that she wasn’t even too concerned about the birthing part, she just wanted her body back for herself. She wanted to be able to move how she wanted, to walk around without feeling like every step she took created a small scale seismic event, she wanted to stop feeling swollen and tired. She wanted to sleep on her back, even if she never really had before, but she just missed having the option! She was about fucking ready.
“OK, so I got you this.” He said coming out with a pink silicone vibrating ring. It had little bunny ears though, which she deduced were for her clit. Harry had always been the one to bring toys into their sexual life and each time she’d been blown away, so she knew this time would be no different. “S’got 5 speeds.” He said as he climbed back on the bed, kneeling before her. “You can wear it so you can control it.” He said and she nodded, reaching out for it to inspect it.
“Well, thank you.” She giggled in amusement and he chuckled.
“Course, baby.” He responded with a smile.
Shifting from their typically intense and fiery preferences when they had sex, Harry was gentle and slow paced. He’d never been one to rush into things, but right now he was doing everything he possibly could to help her relax so that she could be in a headspace where she was enjoying every bit of this instead of worrying about everything. Harry’s lips kissed up her arm, making her smirk at the tickle from his scruffy facial hair. As he trailed up her neck she let her head roll to the side to give him space to suck and smooch at her neck to his heart’s content. His hands had made their way to her breasts, gently massaging them, easing the soreness that she’d been feeling more intensely over the last weeks. She was about to have his baby, she should allow herself to spoiled by him. She sighed as he licked over her nipple before sucking gently, letting his tongue flit about.
“Just not too hard.” She whimpered when he got lost in it and bit down on her a bit.
“Sorry, baby.” He mumbled before moving to the other, “You can start using your ring by the way.” He said and she giggled breathily before fiddling with it to get it on. In the meantime, Harry started suckling at her other nipple, making her impatient to get the fucking thing on. When it switched on she immediately got the chills as she watched the little “ears” buzzing vigorously.
“Help me, yeah? I can’t actually see down there.” She said and he popped off of her with a chuckle and pulled back to help her position it over her clit perfectly. He smirked when she gasped as the ear vibrated the whole of her clit. She was already sensitive from the orgasms he’d given her with his mouth. Even on the low setting, it was intense and he glanced up to see her eyebrows pinched together as her clit was basically embraced by the vibrator. “I’m coming!” She mewled and he couldn’t help but laugh in delight as she started to pull it away, but he held her hand there until her legs were trembling and she was screaming, convulsing and out of control. “Baby!” She gasped.
“You can do it. Give yourself another one.” He said with wild eyes and she shook her head. Of course she wanted another one, but she was getting pummeled by these orgasms, she’d been without them for so long that they felt monumental to her. “Or should I turn it up and make you?” He asked and she moaned and just tossed her head back as she waited for it to build up again. When she felt him sinking his fingers back into her sopping entrance she knew she was done for.
“Fuck me!” She gasped when he curled them into that spot only he seemed to have found. He was diligent as he prodded into it without pulling his fingers out too far. She exhaled shakily as she felt her orgasm building again. And he smiled before going just a bit harder, “Fuck baby, just like that! Fuck, don’t stop!” She pleaded.
“Yeah? Gonna come for me?”
“Yes! Yes…fuck you’re gonna make me come!” She panted and moments later her muscles were contracting around his fingers. Squeezing and retracting harshly as she grew sticky with her come. The wet sounds of his fingers inside of her growing louder as her orgasm started peaking. He could feel her hips following his movements until she started to come down from it. The pulsing of her inner walls becoming more and more sporadic. When she finally opened her eyes he let go of her hand and she pulled the vibrator away as she swallowed thickly to catch her breath.
“Good?”
“So good.” She sighed with a smile as with drew his fingers from her. He glanced down to see them absolutely coated in her arousal and come. He reached down to his cock, already dribbling with precum and smeared her sticky, milky mess along his shaft.
“Fuck.” He cursed lowly. He was way too hard, he felt the ache shooting down to his swollen balls. He was back to not getting himself off, only would come when she’d do something for him, so he was overdue for his own orgasm and his excitement was evident of it.
She couldn’t necessarily see between her legs to get a view of him stroking his cock, but she bit her lip hard and watched as his muscular arm shifted back and forth with his strokes. It was like the perfect tease. She had seen his cock so many times that she could just imagine how he was stroking it, how he’d thumb over the tip to smear his precum down and lubricate his cock for a better glide. His eyes were honed in on her pussy. She imagined it was pobably, pulsing and glistening with the evidence of her orgasms. When his eyes raked up her body he smiled.
“Damn, look at you.” He groaned, there was a hunger in his eyes that she’d never seen before. “Look so fucking perfect.” He said and she smiled, “It just makes me…so fucking crazy that you’re pregnant with my baby.” He said and she realized what was going on.
“Yeah?” She asked quietly and he nodded. “It gets you off that you knocked me up?” She asked, playing along and he nodded. “S’what you wanted, isn’t it?” She asked.
“Fuck yeah, thought about it so many times.” He hummed as he started stroking faster. “Thank fuck I did. You’re exquisite.” He said. “Can’t wait to do it again.” He smirked friskily and she chuckled.
“Please fuck me.” She said and he nodded. He helped her onto her side and laid behind her and helped her get a bit more comfortable.
Y/N’s heart was pounding with excitement just from feeling his big cock smushed against her backside. He help position her hand with the vibrator back over her clit. She whimpered and struggled with keeping it there, already clutching to the bedcover to not get too carried away yet.
Harry was taking his time, thrusting between her legs, wetting his cock with all of her slick. The squelching sounds of it all were enough to make her dizzy. She lived for the feeling of his tip catching against the dip of her entrance over and over with increasing speed until his arm wrapped around her body to pulled her flush to his body and then he just plunged inside all the way and she gasped at the sudden, but most welcomed intrusion. He moaned lowly and buried his face in the back of her neck, biting down gently as he started to thrust slow and deep. She forgot how thick he was as he split her walls apart with his methodical thrusts. She could hardly make any sounds as her body vibrated with pleasure. The bulbous head of his cock was colliding into that spot where his fingers had been and she was literally seeing stars. Harry could tell he was getting her off as her walls started to squeezing him, attempting to keep him in place.
“So. Fucking. Tight like this…” he strained out in pleasure. She was so wet and hot, and with her legs squished together her walls felt so pillowy and mushy around his cock. He swore he was losing brain cells from how incredible she felt around him. Harry was fighting every instinct in his body that was screaming for him to just pound into her mercilessly. But that very self-control was getting him off. God, he’d missed having her like this…he missed her body. He knew that she missed this too. Especially as she begged for him to go just a bit harder and when he obliged she moaned loudly and he smiled.
“Yes H, just like that…just like that, baby.” She mewled.
“Oh, I’m so fucking close. Please baby. Please come for me.” He panted.
Y/N was so close to coming undone. Her body was teetering over the edge, her toes curling as she clung to that sharp strike of pleasure she’d get every time Harry’s cock collided into her spot.
“Fuck…fuck, honey.” He rushed out and started grinding into her and that’s when she lost it.
Her vision was growing blurry and her jaw was falling slack as her orgasm hit. Y/N tossed her head back against his shoulder as a wave of ecstasy just washed over her. She saw white and her ears started ringing and her legs trembling in response. Her breathing was caught as her orgasm coursed through her like fire in her veins. She pulled the vibrator away as it was starting to be too much, but it didn’t do much since Harry was now about to come.
Harry stilled deep inside of her and she could feel the intense twitches of his cock inside of her as heavy spurts of his sperm shot out of him, filling her up. She let out a scream of pleasure that she hadn’t heard before as just feeling that inside of her made her come again, a g-spot orgasm…it had her already frazzled mind fracturing. Harry started thrusting erratically as he filled her up, milking out every drop he could inside of her. His praises and curses were spurring her on further and how she wished that she could’ve watched his face as his brain melted with that orgasm. She could feel him leaking out of her with each thrust now, wetting her thighs and surely making a mess of the bed beneath them until he slowly came to a halt.
“Had so much for me, didn’t you?” She whispered breathlessly and he nodded, swallowing thickly as he caught his breath.
“If you weren’t already pregnant with my baby, you sure would be now.” He panted as he held her close and then kissed the back of her neck. “I love you. I love you. I love you. So much.” He hummed before kissing down her shoulder. His hand found hers and intertwined their fingers.
“I love you too, baby.” She smiled happily, “Thank you so much for all of the effort you put into this. I needed it.” She confessed and he chuckled.
“Course. Anything for my girl.”
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The last week had been hard. Y/N swore she’d been going into labor a couple times only for her to make it through the days without anything more happening. She was physically exhausted and mentally drained, she just needed to get their baby out of her body as soon as possible. She was starting to get contractions, little ones, that really had no effect on her yet but then on the 14th, the mucus plug started to fall out. She did freak out when she first found traces of it in her underwear and after extensive googling she realized what it was and started to mentally prepare for the baby coming soon. And then on the 16th it’d been nearly the entire day of small contractions. But they weren’t necessarily getting any worse, they were bothersome, but not advancing or coming at a faster pace, but regardless she was vigilant and Harry was obsessively timing them. But when nightfall came and they remained consistent to how they had been they decided to just go to sleep.
Y/N woke up a bit after midnight because she was having this dream where she was giving birth. And as she started to wake up she felt a growing pain and then lots of pressure in her pelvis. She was passing it off as the baby moving or maybe her contractions were getting stronger. But then her eyes opened wide when she suddenly felt her pants growing warm as she soaked them through and the bed beneath her as well. She was wide awake now upon realizing that her water had just broken.
“Shit….” She grumbled as she threw the covers off and tried to hoist herself up but was struggling. “Harry.” She said, reaching for him and patting at his arm.
“Hmmm?” He grumbled tiredly.
“You need to help me up, my water broke!” She said to him and he just grumbled.
“That’s ok. You’re ok.” He mumbled groggily and then she chuckled and reached to her bedside table to turn on her lamp.
“Baby, please wake up. It’s almost time. Our son is coming soon!” She said with more volume and that seemed to get his attention as he sat up in a panic. “Hey, hey, relax.” She said as he looked discombobulated as can be.
“You said the baby is coming. Or was it a dream?” He asked looking completely out of sorts. Hair wild and eyes heavy with sleep.
“Yeah, he’s coming. My water broke just now.” She informed and his eyes widened as he looked down at her lap.
“Oh my god. Oh my god…OK.” He said as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes and got out of bed. “D’you wanna head straight there or have a quick shower so you’re nice and refreshed, or what do you want to do?” He asked her in slight panic.
“This is the first big one, I don’t think we can even be admitted yet. Let’s just have a shower and get ready to go for when they come quicker.” She suggested and he nodded.
“Yeah, OK.” Harry nodded.
“Knew I should’ve done it before bed.” She mumbled and he smiled as he hurried over to her side to help her out of bed. He was moving fast and she grabbed his hands while he reached for her body to help her and he looked to her with confusion.“Come here.” She giggled and he knelt before her and she grabbed his face gently.
“What is it?” He insisted with worry and she sighed and shook her head.
“Nothing, I just need you to please calm down or I’ll start to freak out with you.” She said and he chuckled.
“I don’t…think I can. I mean…a baby, our baby is ready t-to be born…” he chuckled nervously. “Like…he’s coming out of you!” He said with wild eyes, “I mean…oh my god, I thought about the cervix thing again…” he shook his head and she groaned.
“Don’t think about that!” She laugh nervously.
“I’m sorry.” He chuckled and she sighed as she shook her head in disapproval, before cracking a smile at him.
“I love you, but please just…I’m scared enough as it is and I’m trying my best to just think positive. Let’s just have a nice and relaxing shower, you’re gonna have to help me shave though, for visibility purposes.” She said and he nodded.
“Right, a clearer view is probably best for them, right?”
“I’d imagine so.” She giggled.
“I just want him to be here already.” He said earnestly and she smiled.
“Me too.” She hummed and then leaned forward to kiss his lips quickly. “I can do this.”
“You can.” He reassured and then she took a deep breath before letting it out slowly, “I love you.”
“I love you. Let’s do it.” She said decidedly.
With that they hurried into the shower. She’d be in hospital for a day or so and he knew how relaxing showers were for her, so he was extra considerate of her routine. He wanted to skip some of her steps, but for her sake he stuck to them. Shaving her proved to be quite challenging, but they were laughing about it, reminiscing about that time he decided to lick at her sugar scrub only to learn it was in fact soap. And the shower was certainly helping her release all of the scary and anxious thoughts. He’d been doing perineal massages on her for the last month because she was so afraid to tear, so he did a bit of that as he helped clean her up a bit, even if it was just to reassure her.
“Just wait here, let me get your robe.” Harry said hurrying out of the shower. He was just about to help her step out when she suddenly squeezed his hands hard, her nails dug into his wrist making him wince until he glanced up at her and saw her face twisted in pain. So he sucked it up, waited for the contraction to pass.
“Sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to hurt you.” She whispered lowly, brows still pinched and eyes squeezed shut as she calmed.
“S’alright. Is it bad?”
“I can manage, it was just sharper than I anticipated.” She said and he nodded.
“C’mon, lets get you dried.” He said.
Once he had helped her get dried up he helped her get moisturized while she got her skincare on. Then he helped her get into the clothes they had left out already and started helping her pack up her final things to take to the hospital. Y/N was lightly primping herself umm she knew she didn’t need to do it, but she was treating this like any other day. She was sticking to her routine to stay calm. Meanwhile, Harry was getting everything into the car, they had agreed not to call and wake Anne and Julie yet since her contractions were still about 20 minutes apart, so they still had some time to go.
“OK, everything’s in the car.” Harry said as he came back into the bathroom to clean himself up a bit as well.
“Perfect, thank you baby.” She hummed. He nodded and then reached into the drawer with his razor. “Don’t shave.” She said and he glanced up at her.
“What if it’s scratchy on the baby’s face?” He asked and she pouted a bit.
“But you look so hot like this.” She whined quietly and he chuckled and turned and grabbed her face and kissed her deeply before rubbing his nose against hers.
“Guess I’ll just have to be extra cautious with the baby.” He said and she smiled in satisfaction.
“Do you think we should try getting a bit more sleep?” She asked.
“What if you don’t wake up in time?”
“I don’t see how that would be possible.” She smiled.
“Right… alright, let me change the sheets.” He said and she nodded and went to grab clean ones while he stripped the bed. Once he had stripped them she went to put them in the washer as he redressed the bed. And then they were laying down again, Y/N on her side as Harry rubbed her back gently.
It was nearing 5am now and Y/N kept waking up with each contraction that came, now they were less than 10 minutes apart from what she was noticing. So once again, she woke Harry and now they were on their way to the hospital. They checked in with ease and when they checked her out she was 5 centimeters dilated. She was breathing through the pain like she’d been told, but this was on another level. She kept squeezing Harry’s hand hard, they were waiting for them to come give her the epidural. She just needed the quiet and he was so respectful of it. Anne, Hillary, and Julie showed up a bit after 6am, but were not allowed in yet since they were still waiting for the epidural to kick in and when it finally did and the pain had subsided enough Harry just encouraged Y/N to get a bit more sleep while he went out and shared her progress with their family.
Harry came back in after about half an hour to find Y/N fast asleep and he kissed her forehead lightly before taking a seat beside her and sighing contently. He felt overwhelmed with hope, happiness, excitement, nerves…this was huge. Harry felt so lucky to have found her. And more lucky that she had not given up on him and melted away his cold exterior with her empathy and kindness. He felt lucky that she had fallen in love with him and chosen to share a life with him. And now here they were, waiting for her to give him the perfect gift. A lovely little boy that would complete their little family. He glanced up when a nurse came in quietly.
“Hi, just going to check on her progress.” She said quietly. Harry nodded and squeezed Y/N’s hand a bit and she stirred awake.
“Baby, the nurse needs to check on you.” He said softly and she nodded groggily and just bent her legs up to give the woman space to see how she was doing. It was closing in 7:30am now and the nurse smiled as she reared back.
“You’re moving along quite well, quite quickly he’s an eager one. You’re at 6 centimeters.” She said with a smile.
“Oh good.” She hummed.
“Not too much pain?”
“No, this is good.” She assured the woman.
“Excellent. It tends to speed up from here, you’re getting close.” She said with a smile.
“Thank you.” Y/N smiled.
“You’re very calm, this is good energy you two are maintaining. Keep it up.” She encouraged them and with that she headed off.
“Hear that, my love?” He asked her sweetly before pressing a kiss to her warm forehead. “Almost.” Harry hummed and she smiled and nodded.
“Yeah.” She assured him, her expression falling a bit and he looked at her a bit skeptically.
“What’s the matter? Are you in more pain than you’re letting on?” He asked her.
“I mean there’s pain but it’s very tolerable. This epidural thing is where it’s at.” She giggled and he chuckled a bit.
“I’m glad it’s working.” He said with relief. He knew this was probably the hardest thing a person ever had to do and he was more than glad that so far the experience was going well for her. As much as he wanted to meet and hold his baby boy, he wanted for her to have the best and smoothest delivery possible.
“Are you gonna look?” She questioned with a knowing smirk.
“I don’t know yet.” He confessed with a smile and she giggled.
“As long as you don’t pass out on me.” She warned and he sniggered.
“I’ll try my best not to.” He assured her. “You’re so calm. It’s making me feel bad for being so anxious.” He explained.
“Don’t feel bad. You’re not showing it. I think if I were feeling more pain I would definitely be more anxious. But also, if I freak out I’m just gonna have a harder time doing this and it’s gonna take me longer and I just want to meet him so bad!” She confessed, “I don’t want to take longer than necessary to finally get to hold our baby.” She said and he hummed.
“Yeah, you’re right about that.” He hummed as he tucked her hair behind her ear tenderly, “I love you so much, baby. More than I ever thought I could. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I promise that I will try my best for you and for Charlie, always.” He said with conviction and she smiled.
“I know you will, H. You already do.” She hummed as she grabbed his hand and kissed it and he smiled down at her.
Y/N wished she could have Julie, Anne, and Hillary in there with her as well. She was only allowed to have her partner in the delivery room. She also felt an underlying sadness because anyone would want their family’s support in this moment.
“H?”
“Yes, my love?” He asked her softly.
“What do you think he’ll look like? And be like?” She asked and he started to tell her how he envisioned their little boy. It was keeping her calm and giving her so much to look forward to and to push away the slight disappointment she was feeling. Their hushed conversation was so wholesome and well, his voice always helped soothe her, but especially now.
“Baby, I don’t want to mess anything up, but something’s off.” he said and she sighed.
“I was just…thinking of my family. It’s fine, but you know, just…sucks.” She said quietly.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, “Maybe they’ll come around when they see the baby.” He said and she smiled.
“Yeah, maybe. My mom does love babies.” She said with a smile.
“Fuck, I can’t wait.” He said with a broad smile and she reached for his face and kissed his lips quickly. “Wanna try and rest a bit more?”
“No, I’m alright.” She said, “Maybe we can FaceTime the ladies now. Just have a nice chat with them.”
“Yeah. Let me get my phone.” He said before going over to the go bag with their things. They talked to Julie, Anne, and Hillary for quite a while. They were sweet and encouraging, wishing her the very best. Then they made a call to Alyssa and Gemma. Gemma had given her some tips. Reminding her to listen to her body through this entire process. During the conversation with Gemma, Y/N’s contractions started to get far worse towards the end, leaving her wincing and inhaling sharply.
“Best to get the nurse now, H.” Gemma said and he nodded.
“Love you, babe. You’ll be amazing, alright!” Gemma said to Y/N who nodded and then they hung up.
She was beginning to feel a bit more nervous, scared, excited, happy… there were so many emotions! But she wanted to be as calm as possible for this. She was doing a lot of meditating; when the emotions would get too big she would close her eyes, acknowledge them, take a few deep breaths and let them go, like she learned in yoga class.
“Can you bring me some more ice while you grab the nurse??”
“Yeah, of course.” He said and hurried out.
Y/N was so proud of Harry, he was doing a remarkable job of regulating himself to ensure that he continued perpetuating the vibe that she wanted to have in the delivery room. He was such a respectful and supportive partner. She really couldn’t have asked for anyone better than him to be beside her for this. Sure, she was doing the heavy lifting, but his support was an essential part of this delivery. They were a team and relied on each other to succeed. Now more than ever.
Harry returned with the nurse and her ice chips and when she checked she was bordering on 8 centimeters. This was excellent news. The nurse informed her that she would start prepping everything and that in about 20-30 minutes she would be good to start pushing. After a few minutes they started setting everything up and Y/N was starting to get nervous, so Harry was quick to grab her earphones and put on the playlist of her happy music. Encouraging her to close her eyes and just sing along quietly as he combed his fingers through her hair, handing her the cup of ice chips when she’d ask for some as the staff did their thing. And this is how they killed some time as they waited for the time to come.
They were currently singing along to “American Girl” quietly while she was free of contractions, she had about one song in between her contractions now, so things were moving along quickly. She was in the middle of crushing through some ice chips when her head fell back as she winced. She writhed around a bit as the pain peaked. She started to feel so much pressure between her legs it was unreal.
“Baby. Baby breathe.” He coached her and she tried to exhale smoothly, but it was coming out shakily.
“Oh my god…” she hissed with a scowl on her face when the worst of it passed. “I-it feels different than before. I think this is happening right now.” She whimpered, “Ow! Fuck!” She whined as her eyes started to fill with tears and he immediately reached for the call button on the bed.
“I’ve called the nurse, OK?” He assured she nodded. Moments later the nurse hurried into the room.
“Is everything alright?” She asked them.
“I feel a lot of pressure and I just…feel like I want to push.” She explained before wincing again.
“Alright, let’s check you out.” She said and then took another peek before sticking her gloved hand in between her legs to feel for any changes and her eyes widened. “He’s an eager little guy! I think you’re just about ready, love. I’ll go get the doctor.” She assured with a smile as she removed the gloves and rushed out of the room.
“You hear her, he’s coming.” Harry said to her with excitement and she nodded with a smile despite the pain she felt.
Moments later another contraction hit and she squeezed her legs together to fight the urge to push. She rolled her lips together and vocalized the pain through the harsh contraction. She moaned in pain and reached for his hand. Harry grabbed it immediately and let her squeeze as she exhaled shakily. Yes, it hurt how hard she was squeezing, he had no idea she even had that much strength in her! But this was as much as he could do for her right now so he would say nothing and take it, just as she was taking this feat on right now.
“You’re so fucking strong.” He said to her with a smile and she giggled despite the pain.
“I assume I’d have to be for this.” She said softly and he nodded and kissed her forehead with a smile. Just then the doctor came in with a few other nurses.
“Y/N, hi! I hear you’re ready to have this baby.” The doctor smiled at her.
“Yes. Beyond ready.” She let out a strained chuckle that the doctor reciprocated as she got geared up. One one of the nurses started to put a little monitor on her to gauge the contractions.
“Good. I think this will be a fast one.” She smiled at her. “Dad, are you planning on skin to skin with the baby?” She asked and Harry nodded right away. “Perfect, we’ll just clean him up and let him stick around with you for a bit.” The doctor said to them and they nodded. Harry then turned to her and grabbed Y/N’s hand, he was nearly trembling with excitement. His wide smile caused her to smile back despite the contraction that assailed her just then.
“We’re gonna meet him so soon!” He said as his eyes started to tear up and she nodded. She was already getting all misty-eyed as well just from all of the emotions. They were setting her up to get ready to push. Harry leaned down a bit and kissed her lips once more a few times, “You’re going to be amazing, yeah? So fucking amazing.” He whispered against her lips, “I love you the most.”
“I love you.” She hummed, “And remember what we talked about before.” She said and he shook his head.
“Yeah, but everything’s going to be great. OK? You’ve been in good spirits this whole time, been so calm, doing your breathing and mediations. You’ve got this.” He assured her and she nodded.
“I do. I’ve got this.” She repeated.
“Alright lovely, ready when you are.” The doctor said as she perched herself at the end of the bed, down between Y/N’s legs. Y/N nodded as one of the other nurses came to her other side and gave her a reassuring smile. “When you feel the pressure and the contraction bear your hips down and push, OK? Hold it as much as you can.” The doctor instructed and Y/N nodded. Her forehead beading with sweat as it suddenly started to feel a lot warmer than before. She glanced to Harry who just smiled at her reassuringly.
“Alright, get ready, Y/N.” The nurse beside her said and she just took a deep breath before exhaling it slowly.
“Here it is and push!” The doctor instructed and she put her entire strength into it. Clutching tight to the linens with one hand and the other in Harry’s, “Excellent job. Just hold it a bit more and good.” She said and she relaxed as the contraction passed and she caught her breath. She had about a minute break before she was instructed to push again and this happened a few more times. For the most part she was quiet, her screaming was all internal and she was taking in all of Harry’s affirmations as well, letting his words settle in and encourage her to keep going.
“Alright, great job. Give it one more go…” the doctor encouraged her. With this one she couldn’t help but groan in pain as the pressure just increased even further. It definitely was painful, more than anything she’d ever felt, but she could mentally cope with it, “Okay lovely, his head is down in the canal. You’ll be crowning soon, just take your time with this bit, OK?” She said and Y/N nodded as her tears started to stream down her face.
Harry was squeezing her hand just as hard as she started to push again. He was in awe of her determination. Of how calm she was, of how gorgeous she was and how strong she was. He bit his lip nervously as she groaned once again, pushing hard to help their baby descend.
“Alright, that’s good, Y/N. Relax a bit for me, OK?” The doctor said and she nodded and just tossed her head back on the bed as she panted a few times and Harry kissed her sweaty forehead and she smiled at him with tired eyes. It had been a long process to get her to this point. “Ready to push?”
“Not yet.” She said softly.
“Alright, just let it pass, let your body do its thing.” The nurse at her side said and she nodded.
“Can I sit up a bit more? I need a bit more leverage.” She said and she nodded and adjusted the top half of the bed to get it into a position that made her feel more comfortable.
“Better?”
“Yes. Much better.” She said with a gentle smile.
“OK, here comes another.” The doctor spoke up again and she bore her hips down, getting ready for further instructions, “Alright, lets focus on getting his head through with these next couple contractions alright?”
“OK.” She sighed.
“Here we go…a nice long push.” And she did as she was told, “Oh, very good, Y/N! He’s right there.” The doctor said, “And rest.” She exhaled shakily. The pressure was increasing even more and she was most scared of this part, but the position change had definitely helped her feel more in control of her pushing. “Alright, here comes another. Use the contraction, Y/N. Lean into it.” The doctor coached and again she grunted as she gave yet another push. The nurses were praising her as she gave it her all.
“Good girl, he’s just about to come out. His head is right there.” The nurse said with a smile.
“Really?” She sniffled and the nurse nodded.
“Yes. Do you want to feel?”
“Can I?” She asked and the nurse nodded and she felt the doctor guide her hand and she gasped as she felt the little bulge of his head at her opening. “Oh my god…” she suddenly started crying, she was so happy. It was a joy she had never felt before. It was emanating from her.
“You’re so close, darling.” The other nurse assured her and she nodded and pulled her hand away.
“Here, clean your hand on this towel.” The nurse beside her spoke softly and she did so.
“Is there blood?” Harry asked her softly and Y/N nodded at him.
“Do you want to see?” The doctor asked Harry.
“Yes, but no. If there’s blood I will faint.” He explained through a nervous chuckle and they all laughed along with him for a bit before they instructed her to push again.
She could feel as the baby was almost pushing itself down into her canal with her next pushes and the stretch of it slightly stung despite the epidural, but she could do it. She could brave this.
“His head will be out with this next one, alright?”
“Already?!” Harry asked excitedly. He just wanted to hold his son.
“Yeah, he’s ready to meet you two.” The doctor smiled, “He’s a tiny, little fellow.” She said to Y/N, “So one big push and the rest is the easy part, alright?”
“Ok.” She exhaled shakily as the pain started to increase as the pressure of the baby’s head at her entrance started to increase with the oncoming contraction. “OK…OK…I can do it.” She whispered to herself.
“You can. You are doing it, my love.” Harry hummed from beside her, “Gonna get to hold him soon, yeah?”
“Yeah.” She sniffled.
“A big push!” The doctor coached, “Perfect. Push!”
“Push, baby! Push.” Harry said softly and excitedly. “You’re doing it!” He chuckled as his own tears slid down his cheeks.
Y/N strained through gritted teeth as she gave it her all. The nurse at her side helped pull her leg back a bit for more leverage and the sharp pain followed by the release of pressure and the delighted smile on the doctor’s face told her she had done it. At this point her tears started to fall freely, she was just so relieved and tired and excited and over this and eager to see their baby. Her heart was thumping loudly.
“There’s his head! Good job!” The doctor informed happily and Y/N just sighed in relief.
“Alright, she’s turning him now…Oh, he’s a cute one.” The nurse beside her said with a smile, “Push when you feel the need to, we have to get his shoulders through.” She informed and Y/N nodded. She winced and gasped in pain through the next few.
“Fuck…fuck!” She mewled as they tried to fit the rest of him through.
“S’alright lovely, just keep pushing. He’s nearly out.”
“I can’t anymore.” She whined quietly as she felt like she had nothing left to give.
“You can, baby. You can, you’re right there.” Harry encouraged, “You’re so strong, my love. Done so well. You’ve got it. Just a few more pushes, for me.” He encouraged her softly. “Let’s meet our baby, angel.” He said through his tearful smile and she nodded.
“One more time, Y/N!” The doctor encouraged happily, “You’re doing great!…Excellent!” She smiled, “And last one…” Y/N strained, giving it all her might until finally she heard their son’s cry and after that she tuned everything else out. She suddenly felt overheated and lightheaded and so fucking weak as they pulled the rest of his little body from her.
Harry started sobbing the moment he saw them bring him up and then hurry to clean him. He turned to Y/N to see her head just thrown back as she caught her breath and he kissed all over her face, over and over. He was speaking to her but she wasn’t responding, she was just mentally clearing her head from this feat she’d just managed to get through. He was thanking her and telling her how perfect he was and how she’d done so well and how much he loved her as he struggled to catch his breath. He felt his heart explode as the nurse turned to him with Charlie in her hands and she asked him to help her with Y/N’s gown.
She glanced down to see Harry pulling down her nightgown and then seconds later Charlie was being handed over to her, the nurse wearing a bright smile as she got to hold her baby for the first time. She just let out a laugh of joy and hugged him carefully to her chest. He was a tiny little guy. She pressed him against her nipple and she glanced up at Harry with wide eyes at how he just latched on without hesitation. It was amazing that he just knew what to do.
“Fuck.” Harry sniffled as he looked down with so much pride pumping through his veins. Seeing Y/N with Charlie, that was his entire world just there. He was gentle as he reached out and and touched his little fingers. “He’s perfect.” He chuckled through his tears, “So small. He’s cute.” He mused as he just watched him feeding eagerly.
“Right. So happy he doesn’t look too much like an alien.” She whispered and he chuckled and nodded in agreement.
“Like 20% alien.” He said and she giggled and nodded in agreement before looking down at him.
“Hi Charlie, I’m your mom.” She hummed as she let her fingers gently trace along his profile. “Love you so much. You’re so perfect.” She whispered with pride.
“When he’s done nursing you can take him. Here’s a chair.” The nurse said and he nodded before turning his attention back to Y/N and Charlie.
“You’re an easy one.” The doctor said to Y/N and she glanced over to her, “Just push a little bit to get the placenta out.” She instructed, she didn’t even notice when it happened, but assumed it had when the doctor was gone from between her legs. They were in their own little world as they cleaned up the area and Y/N as well.
“Congratulations Mrs. and Mr. Styles.” The doctor said to them with a smile, “One of the nurses will be back a bit later to conduct some standard tests. Just to ensure the baby’s vitals are normal and then some quick reflect tests. Then we can worry about the paperwork for the birth certificate and to explain a bit of the process for your aftercare, alright?” She smiled and they both nodded.
“Thank you so much, doctor.��� Harry said with a smile and she nodded before excusing herself. The nurses were around for a bit more before they assured her that they’d be back to check on them in a little while. They thanked them as well before focusing back on the baby. He was now just nuzzled into Y/N’s chest and he stretched just a bit which made them coo.
“Take a picture, yeah?” She asked and Harry was quick to grab his phone and snap a few pictures and a video as well.
“Look.” He hummed as he showed her, “You look perfect with him.” He whispered as he showed her the video and she smiled, “Can I send this one in the group chat?” He asked and she nodded.
“What were his weight and height? I missed it.” She said and he smiled.
“45.4 centimeters and 2.7 kilos.” He said softly.
“I don’t know what that means.” She giggled and he chuckled.
“Fucking metric system…hold on.” He said before converting it on his phone. “17 inches and just shy of 6 pounds.” He said and she nodded. He quickly sent off the video before setting his phone down on the bed and leaning back down to kiss her forehead. She turned and puckered her lips out and he smiled and kissed his lips.
“Thank you so much for reaming calm and for all of the lovely things you said to help me. Helped a lot.” She hummed and he chuckled and shook his head.
“Thank you for our baby! I mean look at him…God.” He hummed, completely awestruck.
“Want to hold him now?” Y/N asked Harry quietly. He was a bit hesitant, but nodded nonetheless. “Get you shirt off.” she said and he was quick to pull it off and he just set it down beside her.
He knew how to hold babies, but he still hesitated just a bit before taking him from her hands. He was so tiny and defenseless. He couldn’t help but suddenly recall everything that he’d been told by Chloe, how he didn’t deserve this, how he wasn’t cut out for this. But suddenly Charlie blinked his eyes open and just looked at him before letting out a tiny hiccup and Harry chuckled and grabbed him right away before pressing him to his chest and he sighed in relief as he felt his warm and soft skin against his chest. He couldn’t help but get all teary-eyed again as he wriggled a bit until Harry sat down in the chair they had given him. He rubbed over his back and patted it gently to help him burp out any air bubbles from his feeding. He was completely enamored to feel Charlie’s little puffs of air against his chest. They were so subtle, but he held perfectly still to ensure that he could feel them.
“Baby.” He heard Y/N and he glanced up at her with a smile and it widened when he saw her taking a photo or a video of him. “He’s falling asleep again. You’re a natural.” She smiled.
“Think so?” He whispered as he tried to glance down at Charlie and she nodded.
“Yeah.” She hummed, smiling at him with pride. “Gonna send this one in the chat as well.” She said and he nodded excitedly.
She was smiling so wide as Harry spoke to Charlie quietly. Telling him how he would love him and protect him and support him for his whole life. Telling him how happy he was to have him in his arms. She could see his apprehension melt away second by second as their baby got comfortable over his chest. He was going to be a phenomenal dad.
“Get some rest, baby.” Harry said to her.
“OK, but come here with him. We can share.” She said and he nodded.
Once Harry had enough space to sit with her, he settled in and she leaned her head on his shoulder as she watched Charlie breathing easily, just watching his little body rise and fall felt like the most perfect miracle. There were only good thoughts and excitement for what this new chapter of life would bring for them and their little family.
“Baby, how about we leave my tattoo as one angel and it’ll be Charlie? He’s our little angel, you know?” She whispered with a smile and he nodded.
“Yeah. I love that. Can maybe add some fillers with his birth flowers? What do you think of that?” He asked.
“Yeah, we can work on it together?”
“And you can give me a matching one?” He asked, “When you’re up for it, of course.”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes.” She whispered excitedly and he chuckled before leaning down and kissing her head and then Charlie’s very gently.
“Oh sweetheart, we’re gonna take such good care of you.” She hummed as she reached out to his little hand and he instinctively wrapped his fingers around hers.
“Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. You’ve made me the happiest person alive. Thank you.” Harry said to her with a big smile and she kissed his bicep before leaning on him and exhaling tiredly.
They had no idea what else life would throw at them, but with so much love in their hearts, they felt more than ready to brace through life together. To do anything to look after their little family. Nothing else mattered anymore, nothing else even felt close to this. It was somehow possible to feel more than joy. More than love. It’s like a whole new part of their hearts had suddenly been unlocked. This was the best day of their lives.
“Welcome to the world, Charlie. You’re gonna love it.” Harry whispered happily.
... THE END ...
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