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MANCHESTER NIGHT TWO
prompt: Harry is having his ‘adjustment day’ and everyone has to suffer with him
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warnings: smut, blood, minors dni 18+
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As stated before, like clockwork, a couple dates into tour - Harry gets crabby beyond belief.
It’s been happening since the Up All Night Tour.
Give it just a few shows until his body starts to catch up and then he has to get back into the routine which takes some adjustment.
He’s also hasn’t had a stage this big for his tour since One Direction days and now he has a whole stadium to prance around in.
Tour means drastically less sleep, a thousand more pounds of pressure on his shoulders each day, extreme amounts of exhaustion from his actual show, and less time for anything but performing.
Harry has always managed to juggle all these things pretty well except for his sporadic bouts of crabbiness and just overall poor mood.
YN had been used to those for every tour, just waiting for the day to hit, sometimes it was the second tour day and then other times it was the seventh.
It turns out to be his fourth, if you’re including his set at the summer ball in wembley stadium.
Last night, Harry had been so utterly drained from his performance in his hometown that they hadn’t done anything but go to sleep after the show with very little spoken because he was still so overstimulated from everything that day.
YN is up earlier than him which is unusual, he definitely wasn’t fancying a workout after that show last night, he deserved a lay in.
They were staying with Anne, not the same home Harry grew up in but still warm and cozy - with many touches of mum that she knew he missed.
Anne is out to breakfast with a group of her friends, the house is quiet as YN fixes herself a cup of chai tea and sits on a chaise that over looks the well maintained garden.
Nearly an hour later, YN hears slow, heavy footsteps from behind her then a graveling grumbling, “Morning.”
YN already knew, just by the greeting that today was the day but she always had hope that she was wrong though she rarely ever is.
When she turns to look over her shoulder, she sees her husband in just his briefs, hair going every which way, and his face is still puffy from sleep - he looked adorable.
“Come have a cuddle,” YN offers, patting the spot next to her, normally, he would have curled right in next to her and they would have stayed there for a long while.
Harry’s face twists up before he’s shaking his head, “Don’t want a cuddle, I want a coffee. My mum doesn’t have the bloody oat creamer I need. Now I’m shit out of luck, I guess.”
YN wants to roll her eyes at him because the pout on his face is absolutely ridiculous and the way his shoulders are tensed up is dramatic.
“Well, we can go to the market and get some,” YN suggests the obvious option even though she really didn’t want to go through Harry being noticed out in public.
There wasn’t much time before Harry would have to be at the stadium which is still about forty-five minutes away from his mum’s house.
“Fine,” Harry huffs out before turning on his heel to go get dressed, feet still heavy and irritated as they drag against the hardwood floors.
YN knew by now not to personalize it, not to get her feelings hurt because that only made it worse - she tried to avoid any type of confrontation on these days because feeding into the negativity is what he wants - wants others to be in a foul mood like he is.
He returns back downstairs in a low-key outfit of a hoodie, running shorts, and tennis shoes with a beanie and sunglasses - people knew he was in the area, they were going to be on the lookout for him.
YN was already dressed in a pleasing hoodie and leggings, pulling her own hood up and slipping on a pair of sunglasses as well.
Harry’s quiet during the ride into town, his hand on her thigh but he doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t push him - he can get so overwhelmed and overstimulated that it can take a whole day for him to reset.
They’re in the small market, in the dairy aisle, and find a similar enough container of oat creamer that he can use for his coffee.
“Do you think I have enough time for a nap-“ Harry begins to ask quietly as they walk out of the shop after checking out but is cut off by screams.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry mutters under his breath as he noticed a large flock of fans that had formed outside while they were shopping.
Harry doesn’t stop for any pictures, tries his best to acknowledge the fans without stopping to greet them because he just doesn’t have the energy for it.
Despite his grumpiness, he’s always a good husband, pulling YN close to his side as he begins to try to nicely push his way through the group of screaming fans.
“Bloody eight in the morning,” Harry hisses in irritation as they get jostled around by the mass of pushing bodies.
YN feels a sharp pain shoot through her Achilles when someone accidentally steps on the back of her heel with their heavy combat boot.
“Ow! Harry,” YN gasps in surprise as she pauses where she’s standing and squeezing her eyes shut as she tries not to panic - it can get overwhelming so fast.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asks urgently in concern, eyes hardening when he sees the back of her foot bleeding from a scrape - it wasn’t serious but it was preventable and looked like it hurt like hell.
Harry manages to keep a level head but his voice is loud and booming, “Everyone needs to step back. You just made my wife bleed. Give her space for Christ’s sake!”
He’s not yelling but it’s firm enough that everyone takes a step back with surprised eyes at his tone that he rarely ever used with the public.
Harry wraps his arm tightly around YN’s shoulder as he hustles them towards the car, quick as he whips open her door and helps her in - blood pooling in her sandal as it drips.
When he revs up the engine of his Range Rover, the crowd steps back a bit to give him space to peel out of the car park, he’s shaking his head angrily as he goes well over double the speed limit.
He’s quiet again, getting a good bit of distance between them and the market before he’s pulling over at a small empty playground and shoving it into park before he’s out of the car once again.
Harry is opening her door and gently reaching for her ankle, brows furrowed and an angry grimace on his face that highlight the dark circles under his eyes.
“What happened?” He asks as he examines the cut with careful movements, thumb caressing her ankle bone.
“Someone was too close behind me, stepped on my heel with their boot,” YN yelps when he prods at the sensitive skin around the wound and tries to yank her foot away but he grips it firmly.
“Sorry,” Harry apologizes roughly as he steps away to open to boot of the car - scrounging around until he comes back with a water bottle and one of his clean tee shirts from the cleaners which he picked up yesterday, “This might sting a bit.”
YN’s hand grips the handle on the door and squeezing when he begins to pour water over the cut and wipe the dirt from the shoe away with his shirt.
It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure as hurt.
Harry then rips the shirt, without a care that it was an expensive cotton tee from Alessandro himself, and wraps it around her ankle in a makeshift wrap.
YN leans forward after he’s done, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him softly despite how stiff he is, he kisses back.
“Thank you, best husband,” She murmurs against his lips but he actually scoffs and takes a step back, a stormy expression still on his face.
“Yeah, really the best husband,” He frowns, pouring the water over his dirty hands before drying them with a scrap of the shirt, “If I was a good husband, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt or put in the position in the first place.”
His words were sharp, disappointed in himself as he shuts her door and gets back in the driver’s seat, grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles are white.
By the time they get home, YN is frustrated that Harry doesn’t have enough time to lay back down for a nap because sleep exhaustion was not fun.
She really really didn’t want him going out on stage when he was this tired, he always felt frustrated with his performance afterwards which just made everything spiral.
Harry isn’t under the same impression because when they get home, YN is busy cleaning up her foot and telling Anne what happened.
He disappears upstairs, YN assumes to get his items together to take to the stadium but she gets distracted with Anne and the cats.
It isn’t until the shiny black SUV pulls in to chauffeur them that YN realizes that she hasn’t seen Harry in about half an hour.
When she trails up to the bedroom they’re staying in, she sees him fast asleep ontop of the covers, he hadn’t even taken his tennis shoes off he was that deprived of sleep.
YN felt awful when she had to sit next to him on the bed and gently rub her hand over his chest, whispering, “H, need you to get up.”
It reminded her of his One Direction days.
-
They were so overworked.
All the boys ran in less than five hours of sleep and were expected to work every moment they were awake.
From recording to interviews to having cameras for documentaries shoved in their faces every other minute - they were constantly spread thin.
They were tucked away in a tiny tour bunk on top, the curtains drawn and they were both fast asleep with Harry’s nose buried in her neck.
After concerts lately, the team had been making the boys stay up even later to record for their next album - no care for how much they just wanted to go to sleep.
When Harry would finally crawl into the bunk, after a concert and then two hours of studio time, it would be two in the morning.
He would be asleep in a minute flat, YN could barely get a goodnight or I love you in before he was nuzzling into her and snoring.
It was like that tonight, they had just performed in Paris and it was an unusually hot night on stage - the heat had Harry’s hair matted to his neck where it fell out of his bun.
The heat always made it harder on their bodies to perform, running around that massive stage, and on a running timer of little sleep.
When Harry had ran off stage after the finale of Best Song Ever, he’s grabbing YN’s hand and rasping, “Just want to shower with you and sleep for days. C’mon before they try to grab me to record.”
They find him, however, before he can get onto the tour bus, and demand that he come record the chorus for Fireproof.
“Just want a shower and to sleep. Is it that much to ask for?” Harry grumbles unhappily before giving YN a kiss and pat to her bum, “I’ll miss you. I’ll try not to wake you when I get in.”
He always did. But it was okay.
It was nearly three hours later when Harry is crawling up the ladder and pushing the curtain back so he can slide into the bunk next to her before pulling the fabric back in place.
He smelled good of his normal eucalyptus body wash and mint shampoo, he was still a little damp like he didn’t want to towel off, and he was just in his briefs as he nestled in next to her.
“Mmm,” YN hums drowsily, acknowledging him as she wiggles back into him and sighing happily when he wraps his arm around her and kisses the nape of her neck.
“Sorry for waking you,” Harry whispers sleepily, planting a few more kisses along her neck and shoulders.
“What time is it?” She mumbles half- asleep still as she helps him pull the blankets over his body too.
“About four in the morning,” He tells her before being interrupted with a yawn as he begins it’s his head on the same pillow as her.
YN vaguely remembers huffing out that it was too late and that he needed sleep but by the time those syrupy words rolled off her tongue, Harry was already dead to the world.
Not much time could have passed before fluorescent light is infiltrating their little nest and a deep voice is announcing, “Time to get up.”
YN squints the light away, grabbing blindly at her phone to check the time.
“It’s six on the morning, Paul. Harry just got into bed at four,” She tells him through a groan, her boyfriend hadn’t even stirred yet.
“Don’t know what to tell you. They have a jammed packed day, no wiggle room. Harry, wake up,” Paul’s voice is louder this time before he’s pulling open the curtains to everyone else’s bunks.
YN knows Harry’s awake when he inhales sharply before taking a lazy, long breath out - lips smacking together against the skin of her neck.
She brings her hand to card through his long lock, nearly to his shoulders. They’re fluffy and soft from his shower the night before.
“I’m so tired,” Harry mumbles sleepily, eyes still shut as he nuzzles further into her body, “I feel like m’gonna die if I keep running on two hours of sleep every night.”
“I hate seeing you this exhausted,” YN replies sadly, massaging his scalp for a moment longer before Paul’s making his rounds to make sure they’re out of bed.
-
Harry still looked like that same sleepy boy right now as he sniffles and digs his face further into the pillow in resistance.
“H, the car’s here already,” YN tells him, letting her hand drift down the warm muscle of his tattooed bicep and forearm.
His eyes blink open harshly, pausing to process for a moment before he’s grunting, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? Only been asleep for a minute and now we have to go. Bloody ridiculous.”
YN rolls her eyes as he pushes himself off the bed with a irate grumble, he begins shoving stuff in his tote bag, and cursing to himself.
She knows by now not to take it personal, to not argue because it only makes things worse. Sometimes that’s easier said than done but not when it comes to little things like this.
When YN goes to hike her own duffle over her shoulder, Harry hip bumps her, and lugs it over his own - like she said, even when he’s grumpy he’s an amazing husband.
“See you at the stadium in a few hours,” YN tells Anne, giving her a kiss on the cheek and allowing her to wrap her in a motherly hug
“Bye mum,” Harry says bluntly, giving her a wave before he’s stepping up into the car and shutting the door.
Anne looks at YN with a confused expression, taken aback by the curt behavior of her son.
YN waves her hand dismissively, “It’s not you. I think today’s his adjustment day.”
That’s what they all referred to it as.
-
“Well, it’s definitely his adjustment day,” YN scoffs in agitation as she slams shut the dressing room door and heads out to where the rest of the band is hanging out, “Date six this time.”
The boys chuckle because they know exactly what she’s talking about by their third tour, he’s just like clockwork.
A few minutes later, Harry admerges in his tight black skinny jeans, loose button-up, and a headscarf holding his curls back.
“Where’s YN?” He demands when he doesn’t see her anywhere in the vicinity.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have been a douche at soundcheck and we’d tell you,” Louis shrugs, not bothering to look up from the video game he's playing with Zayn.
“You can go fuck yourself,” Harry snaps instantly, jaw clenching as he storms past his bandmates who just ignore him anyways.
He was normally the kindest, least problematic out of all of them so they’d let his bad days slide more easily than with each other.
YN is currently pouring herself a glass of fresh squeezed mango juice from the Kraft service table when Harry finds her.
“You know I love you,” Harry murmurs quietly as he steps behind her, she can feel him pressing up against her.
“I would hope so,” She replies with a chuckle, taking a sip before saying, “If not, we just wasted quite a few years.”
“Are you mad at me?” He pushes, ignoring the dirty look she gives him when he takes the cup out of her hand and swigs down the juice she’d just poured - he reaches around her to refill it.
“No,” YN sighs as she takes the glass back, leaning back into him, “Just hated days when you’re like this. It’s hard for me to watch. You just get worn so thin and get so mentally tired that it makes me sad to see you get pushed so much.”
“It’ll get better, in a few years, when I’m on my own,” Harry promises as he leans in to kiss her temple, hands squeezing her hips, “If I ever get the chance to do a solo tour.”
-
Oh, would he.
A sold out stadium tour to be exact.
And he wasn’t lying, when he went solo things did get a lot better.
He wasn’t spread as thin as ice constantly, everyday of the year but maybe now half the year - only when he’s touring or promoting but he definitely had a bit more down time for self-care.
It was the back-to-back concerts, like Glasgow, Capital Ball, Manchester night one, and now night two before Wembley, she was so proud she could burst at the seams.
Harry had been just a moody during soundcheck, a frown etching his lips downward as he kept an annoyed expression on his face.
“S’too loud.”
“I say it’s too loud so you turn the volume up?”
“Okay. Why is it suddenly becoming difficult to get this right? We’ve done it a million times before.”
Fans idealized who Harry is as a person.
That’s not saying that he isn’t wonderful and kind but he is human, this is the side YN gets too which is part of being in a marriage - the good and the bad.
People blog about how perfect their relationship must be, how Harry must bring her flowers in bed everyday, and never get cross with her.
Harry Styles the brand isn’t the same as Harry Styles the person.
Most people get the brand, very few get the person.
YN feels bad as she watches the audio techs scramble to make it right, bickering between each other as they fumble with the buttons and switches.
The soundcheck was already running too close to showtime which YN knows has Harry on edge, the fans will be let in almost as soon as they’re done - he’ll have to start getting ready.
—
“Hey!” YN squeaks, giggling quietly as she looks around the hallway, “Harry, you don’t have much time before you have to go on stage!”
“Shush up and let me kiss you before the boys find us,” Harry leans in, connecting their lips as he’s pushing her back against the wall.
“Oi! Styles, get your arse to the stage! What did I tell you about distracting him?” Preston barks at them as he’s trying to taper down a smile by putting his hands on hips like he means business.
Harry grumbles as he gives her one more kiss before bumping their noses together, “Want to go get pizza after the show?”
“Isn’t as easy as before. Now you need security and approval,” YN murmurs but there’s no heat behind the words, “I’d love to get pizza later.”
She reaches up to adjust his bandana, he looks like a frat boy with his golden dark tan, black cut-off tank, and ripped skinny jeans.
“Styles! I mean it! Now!”
“Bloody hell! M’coming!” Harry shouts back before flipping him the bird.
-
Harry picks a fight with Harry Lambert about his outfit, complaining about nothing and refusing any replacement item.
Everyone already knows he’s going to wear what was originally planned but he has to complain that the zipper was too flimsy or the shirt didn’t mesh with the shoes.
He didn’t want the three other shirt options and so he goes back to the original but debates over his shoes for nearly twenty minutes.
Lambert looks like he wants to strangle him by the time it’s over.
Usually, Harry would slip into his clothes with any issue as they planned these outfits in advance and Harry had specifically approved every single one.
YN isn’t in the room when Jeff chews Harry out about how he acted today at the grocery store, how he should have stopped and taken pictures, and signed autographs.
She misses that Harry had just told his best friend and manager to fuck off and leave him alone, to not come near him at all, and mind his own business.
YN had been sat with Anthony Pham as he clicked through pictures from the night before on his laptop, he landed on an action shot of Harry jumping up the few stairs when he was going crazy during ‘Satellite’.
She had meant to warn Harry to be careful about doing that and he had just happened to be storming out of his dressing room when she looks up.
“H, baby,” YN calls, unsure of where he was heading but he stops in his tracks and meets her gaze with a tight jaw.
“What?” Flat. Blunt.
“Anthony was just showing me some pictures from last night. Please be careful when you jump those stairs. It might drizzle and if you slip, you’re really going to get hurt,” YN tells him softly, it wasn’t pestering or nagging - it was because she cared and thought she’d remind him.
His face pinches up even more as he listens before he’s booming out, “I’m not a fucking baby. I don’t need to be told that. S’my show and I’ll do what I want.”
YN takes a deep breath, steadying herself so that she doesn’t match his negative energy but inside, she’s absolutely livid with him.
“You’re right, Harry. It is all your show, popstar. You do what you want,” YN scoffs as the angry rising up in her chest before she’s giving Anthony a pat on the shoulder before she’s walking away the from the situation.
Popstar.
When YN used it, it was an insult. It was to highlight how spoiled or egocentric he was being. Every time she says it in that context, it triggers him.
-
“I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m saying no and it’s final,” Harry huffs firmly, sitting on the couch in their first London flat.
“You promised me last week that you would come with us, H. Everyone’s expecting you and I want you to come as well,” YN bites back as she stands at their kitchen counter.
“No. It was leaked that I was back in London. Everyone knows I’m here. I’m not going out to just be bombarded with fans and paparazzi tonight. I’m not doing it after a three week long press tour for This Is Us.”
“Fine,” YN mutters, slamming her cup down a little harsher than necessary, “It’s much more important than what I want. Right, popstar?”
“That’s not what I said! You bloody know that I hate when you call me that!” Harry raises his voice, running a hand through his curls.
“Then stop acting like a spoiled little popstar!” YN retorts hotly, she logically knew she was the one being a little over dramatic - she just had not liked his tone.
-
His face instantly turns into a deeper scowl when he hears it, his teeth gritting together as he stares intently at her back before following after her.
“Don’t walk away from me,” Harry demands lowly as he takes strides behind her, “M’not being a popstar, I just don’t need mothered.”
YN spins on her heel, crossing her arms, “I’ve been plenty plenty patient with you today. My patience has run out. You need to adjust your attitude or you can sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Rather that anyways,” Harry hisses brattily, kissing the back of his teeth - YN can see straight through the rough guy act.
Anyone else would be intimidated by his broad shoulders, stoney glare, and clenched jaw but not her, not one bit, she doesn’t back down.
“Don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself on stage,” She shrugs casually before shaking her head in disbelief at his overall attitude today.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry rumbles back before he’s storming off, back towards his dressing room before he’s swinging open the door and slamming it shut.
YN has to chuckle because even on his worst days, like today, he’s just a little brat but never gets to the point where YN feels anything but a mixture of annoyance and fondness.
YN inhales deeply to let the annoyance flow out of her body as she walks towards Harry Lambert to get her outfit for the show.
It was a simple light washed gucci jumpsuit, the denim was the same color as the denim that made up Harry’s overalls. ***
(imagine them in the same color denim as Harry’s)
YN was planning on a cute pair of mule heels but with the cut on the back of her ankle, she figured she better go for something more comfortable.
She decided to just keep on her slides, she was going to stay off to the side of the stage tonight - about halfway through the show Anne and everyone else would join her.
It’s nearing showtime when YN realizes she hasn’t seen Harry in a hot minute as she sees Jeff storming down the hallway - near red in the face.
“What’s going on?” YN questions with concern as she sees Harry jogging down the long corridor towards the stage.
“He fell asleep and now he’s pissed that he only has five minutes until showtime,” His manager huffs before he’s mumbling an update on his walkie.
“Maybe if somebody fuckin’ woke me up!” Harry complains boisterously as he’s tucking his ear pieces into and hustling towards the stage where he now has less than a minute until showtime.
He’s too distracted by being rushed to the stage by the crew for YN to wish him luck or anything like that but YN finds a storage box to sit on - on side stage.
She can feel the camera flashes not only on Harry but on her as well, it was always awkward to remember that people would film her watching Harry and post it as well.
The show is going fine, Harry seems to be a little more subdued than the night before but overall he always manages to put on a great performance and his fans won’t be able to tell.
Towards the end of the show, a light drizzle begins to fall and coat the stage - making it slippery and what YN had warned against.
As Harry is going crazy during Satellite, he starts jogging backwards down the long catwalk before turning quickly to jump up onto the platform - skipping the three steps.
YN’s heart drops when she sees his face twist into grimace before he’s covering his expression with a forced smile again.
He hadn’t tripped or tumbled over but he most definitely had landed funny on his ankle, just like YN had ‘mothered’ him about.
It must be bothering him because he does not jump around nor does he run for the rest of the show, babying that foot.
YN’s first reaction is to be furious with him, she told him this would happen and he was in such a poor mood that he got angry instead and ended up hurting himself.
She wants to scream ‘I told you so’ as soon as he steps off the stage but she not going to make the situation even worse than it already was.
After the show, all of their friends and family who attended were supposed to go out to eat at a restaurant Jeff had paid out to have for the night.
However when Harry jogs off stage gingerly before slowing to a slow walk as soon as he’s out of the eye line of fans.
YN is waiting for him like always, feels a bit of warmness when he comes to her, dipping down to kiss her before pulling back and murmuring, “You look gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” YN murmurs, thumbing a stray curl off his damp forehead, “You going to go shower before we head out to The River’ Edge?”
Harry’s face turns stormy for the hundredth time of the day, he shakes his head adamantly as he straightens back up, “No, m’not going. I just want to go back home.”
YN already knows why but still prompts, “Why?”
“Why? Because I just bloody did a show for nearly eighty thousand people and I want to relax, not entertain fifty more,” Harry huffs like it’s obvious, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip.
She’s actually relieved that he doesn’t want to go because she know his attitude wouldn’t have been any better there and this miserable day would have just dragged on.
YN’s heel was still hurting, the skin tender and sore, and she didn’t feel like walking anymore tonight either but the only thing she was worried about was Jeff.
He wasn’t going to be happy that Harry wasn’t attending his own party.
“Go get out of your stage clothes and I’ll go tell Jeff that we’re going to head home,” YN reaches up and rubs at his shoulder before turning to find his manager.
“Okay,” Harry grumbles before stalking off towards his dressing room, it was amazing what a mask he could put on when he has to for his job.
When YN finds Jeff and pulls him aside, he’s just as livid as expected and his patience is minimal based on his argument with Harry earlier.
“Why can’t anyone fucking listen to me?” Jeff shouts in frustration, he seems to have already had a few drinks in his system.
“Can you not control your husband for a fucking minute?”
“We’ve had this planned for months! There’s no reason to cancel.”
As Jeff continues to rant, YN is speechless as she’s being screamed at for something she didn’t even do but she was guilty by association because Harry was her husband.
However, Jeff becomes eerily silent suddenly as YN feels familiar hands grip her hips and pull her back into the strong, muscular chest of her husband.
“I know for a fact, you weren’t just raising your voice at my wife,” Harry states in an unsettlingly calm tone as he moves to step in front of her.
Jeff looks guilty as he glances between the couple.
Then Harry’s voice raises in volume, startling YN with the deep bravado that rumbles from deep within his chest, “I said I know you’re not raising your voice at my wife. Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m sorry,” Jeff relents with a sigh, raising his hands in surrender, “I just am frustrated that the party -“
“I don’t need to hear your excuses,” Harry cuts in, moving his hand to intertwine with YN’s as he begins to pull her away, “Don’t let me catch you talking to her like that ever again or there will be major, major problems. Understand?”
Jeff nods, embarrassed by everyone around them staring at the spectacle as Harry directs YN down the hall towards the exit of the stadium where there’s a car waiting.
They don’t speak during the walk, Harry stills spun tight and his shoulders are tensed up as he ignores all the crew ogling him with excitement and amazement.
In the SUV, Harry kicks off his sneakers which he typically doesn’t do so YN takes that as another sign that his ankle is bothering him.
Harry is the biggest baby when he’s hurt usually.
He wants to be cuddled, soothed, and wants YN’s full attention at all times (which isn’t very different from everyday for them).
But he’s stubborn and grumpy as all get out.
He goes easily when YN wraps her hand gently around his neck and directs him until he’s laying across the backseat with her nails scratching at his scalp as he blinks heavily, trying to stay awake.
The ride’s not even an hour but Harry drifts off after only a few minutes after the car pulls out of the stadium lot.
He’s groggy as YN unlocks the front door to Anne’s house and leads him up the stairs where he disappears into the bathroom to shower.
YN disappears downstairs to scrounge through the freezer until she’s grabbing a solid bag of frozen peas and pouring herself a glass of water, as well as one for him with a few pain reliever pills.
When she enters back into their room, she changes out of her denim outfit and into a cute pajama set because she didn’t want to sleep in her underwear at her mother-in-law's house. ***
Harry comes out soon after, not one for long showers when he’s sleepy and has just a tight pair of briefs on as he rubs his eyes. ***
“C’mere,” YN pats the space next to her on the bed then grabs the cold bag of vegetables.
“What are those for?” Harry grumps as he subtly limps to the bed and plops down heavily right up against her.
“For the ankle you hurt on stage,” YN raises her eyebrow at him before nodding down to where it’s swollen and bruising.
“I didn’t,” He argues instantly, defensive with his hackles up and knitted brows, “Don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re imagining shit.”
“Mmm, must be,” YN replies nonchalantly, tossing the bag back onto the bedside table and acting like she’s wriggling down to get ready for bed - refusing to give into his antics.
Harry grunts and grumbles for a few minutes, turning and squirming because he does want YN to baby him and he’s fighting against himself.
YN is faced away from him, trying to taper down her smile when he finally relents after a painful day of attitude, “Want you to ice my ankle, baby.”
She flips to her other side before sitting back up, biting the inside of her cheek and shaking her head fondly, she loved her overly worked, exhausted husband so fucking much.
“Yeah?” YN hums softly, welcoming Harry when he leans over and nuzzles into her throat, “Ready to let me take care of you?”
“M’sorry,” Harry whispers against her skin, lips brushing against her pulse point, “I never get better at dealing with my adjustments to tour.”
“Been like this since you’ve been sixteen,” YN tells him as she directs Harry to move until his foot is in her lap and she’s wrapping a dish towel around the bag and pressing it to his ankle.
“Think I just landed funny, hopefully it will feel better in the morning,” Harry frowns, hissing at the cold touch before relaxing against it.
“Hopefully,” YN repeats as she keeps it pressed there, her thumb rubbing at his skin in soothing circles to calm him.
Harry pauses for a moment before acknowledging, “You were right, shouldn’t have been jumping ‘round like that when it was wet. Will you forgive me for acting like a prat today?”
“I forgive you every time,” YN giggles with a shake of her head, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you put a ring on it.”
“We’re twenty eight now. Don’t regret letting me wife you up at nineteen?” Harry’s voice has taken a deeper rasp, he’s totally using his sex voice right now because despite how tired or injured he is - he will still try to get it in.
“Never for a moment. Got to marry the famous Harry Styles, breaking new records with every album, fat bank account. It’s working out alright,” YN teases coyly, goosebumps decorating her skin as Harry’s gaze gets more directed and intense.
“Yeah? Just married me for my money and fame?” Harry rumbles, leaning down to toss the bag of peas on the floor.
“And your big cock,” She smirks as her eyes drop to where he’s noticeably hardening and filling out the thin fabric, pushing against it to make more room.
“Always been a fan of that, hm? Never complain, exact opposite actually. Constantly begging for, for me to fill you up just right,” Harry’s fully turning himself on at this point as he grips the bottom of her sleep shirt.
She smacks his hands off, “Think you can act like an utter brat all day and still get the goods?”
“Said M’sorry,” Harry bites back, persistent as he reaches out again and YN lets him pull it over her head, her bare chest revealed, “Plus, s’your wifely duty. Be a nice little thing and let me ‘ave you.”
Those words shouldn’t make her as wet as they do.
“Should make you just make me come and not let you,” YN gasps as he ducks down, puffy lips wrapping around her nipple and pulling it into his mouth.
He pulls back for a moment, a cocky smirk on his face as he says, “We both know m’coming tonight. Let it drip out of you.”
“H,” YN whines at his filthy words as he bits at her nipples as he’s shimmying her shorts and panties off her hips in one fluid motion.
It’s not how she saw their night ending but she definitely wasn’t complaining.
There’s not any preamble because even though he’s horny, he’s tired, and doesn’t have the energy to go at it for hours.
He slips in with no resistance, moaning loudly into her mouth as he begins a steady, harsh rhythm that hits her spot every odd stroke and his thumb is tight on her clit to make sure she falls off the edge with him.
It’s only mere minutes after they finish that Harry is snoring softly into her neck, while body wrapped around hers - thigh swung over her legs, arm across her tummy.
It’s something that never gets old to her.
There’s millions and millions of people who adore Harry, they want in every way imagineable, they make it known by coming to his concerts in swarms.
People have been obsessed with him since he was sixteen.
But despite all that, Harry never changes.
He craves attention but he needs it the most from his wife. He lives for being able to snuggle and hang all over her at all times. He needs her to be there to take care of him and tell him he’s doing a good job
He’ll always just be Harry to her.
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Description - harry is back home and home is wherever harry is
A/N - this man has my whole fucking heart! i wanted to create a montage of tiny moments that i can imagine happening whilst on tour in manchester just so i have a fic to remember my show by <333
warnings : fluff overload!!! smut (disclaimed just before it happens)
June 14th 2022
11AM - arriving on mancunian soil
It was 11 AM and you were getting off the tour bus from Glasgow.
It had been long day travelling with an early rise, but Harry and the crew needed to get to Manchester in time to set up the stage and settle into accommodation before the big day tomorrow.
You walked down the stairs of the bus after Harry, watching him silently struggle with the luggage bags because he didn’t want you carrying anything. It made you smile when his shoes touched the floor.
Because Harry was back home, baby.
Glasgow had been amazing and had really boosted Harry’s confidence for a stadium tour being a good decision. He had been terrified to go on stage the other day, but with a little push from you he was all better.
“I can’t do it, babe.” Harry sighed with frustration through another sob. He had gotten really upset and overwhelmed with the fact the first show of his tour, like all the other shows, was in a stadium.
“Yes you can!” You replied calmly. “Come sit here with me.” You patted the spot on the sofa next to you.
He was dressed in his outfit already, head to toe in a colourful combination of blue and yellow. He looked so pretty, clad with some glittery strawberries attached to his jacket - courtesy of you asking to have them added.
You were in joggers and a Love on Tour hoodie, because you had been ill this morning and couldn’t find the strength within you to get properly changed. Harry didn’t mind. If anything, he preferred you when you were dressed like this because it made cuddling so much easier.
“Will y’hold me?” He pouted, after rubbing his eyes free from tears. It made your heart sad to see him like this, but you knew just what would help him overcome this.
He came and sat next to you and you wrapped your arms around him to pull you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and allowed his head to rest on your chest. His cheek was squished against one of your boobs and even though it was slightly uncomfortable you let him stay anyways.
“H?”
“Yeah?”
“When I was little I dreamed of a good bedtime story.” You began, listening to his breathing start to slow and his tears fade. “Unfortunately that was never on the cards for me. It can be, however, on the cards for this one.” You patted your belly lightly, knowing your baby was tucked safely away inside.
“I’m not sure I follow.” Harry said, placing his hand on top of your stomach regardless.
“I’m trying to explain that if you go on stage tonight and perform, on your own tour, in a stadium for the first time, imagine how epic that bedtime story would be.” You smiled, thinking about how Harry would be so excited taking this story in the future.
“That would be a cool story. And I do want to be a cool dad.”
You chuckled before answering. “So then go sing your heart out so you can create some amazing memories to share and pass on. Yes?”
Harry sat up, still sitting close to you. He hesitated, not knowing whether to reply first or give you a kiss but he ended up kissing you first. When it came to your lips there was no way that he could resist them - they were too soft and pretty.
“You’re pretty fucking amazing baby.”
You bumped into Harry’s body with too much force for it to not be an accident, which is why he turned around.
“Where’d y’go then?” He asked, knowing your brain had taken you to another planet momentarily.
“Just thinking about how proud I am that you’re doing all this.” Your smile beamed a thousand sunshines at him. His smile felt like more.
“Baby, I don’t particularly want to cry right now in the middle of a car park but I will if y’don’t behave yourself.” He laughed, bringing you into his side with his long arm and kissing you firmly on the top of your head.
He lead you both towards an awaiting car, which you instantly recognised as Harry’s. He loaded the suitcases in the boot and you stood around “being beautiful” as Harry called it. Jeff was also stood nearby, where another car waited for him.
“So are you going to your mums, H?” Jeff asked as Harry shut the boot.
“That’s the plan yeah. I’ll be at the stadium for around 9ish tomorrow morning, if that’s okay? Just want a night at home and I promised this one breakfast.”
He pulled you to his side, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tight against his back. You tucked your hands onto his arm that was held around your shoulders, rubbing your thumb softly over his tanned skin that was softer than a rug of velvet. He was oblivious to it, but he gently swayed you back and forth in his hold like he always does.
“Yeah no worries. Um, I think it’s going to be hot weather so just take care of yourselves. Both of you.”
“‘Course, yes.” Harry said whilst you nodded your head, knowing that you’d be in fact the one reminding Harry to keep hydrated rather than the other way around.
“Alright. See you too tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late now!” Jeff joked, walking to the drivers side of the car. Harry flipped him the bird in response.
As Harry walked you to your side of the car and opened your door for you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Gonna keep me up tonight, hm?”
“Talking to bubs and drawing patterns on y’belly with m’finger? Then yes?”
“Just as I thought.”
12PM - arriving home
“Oh shit! I forgot flowers for your mum.” You sighed.
Harry had just pulled up outside his mum’s house, leaving space on the drive in case she needed to move her car at any point.
The journey hadn’t been too long. You had thought you would need a nap, but as soon as Harry put on the ‘Beautiful World Where Are You’ book you were hooked. You’d listened to about half of it by the time you arrived and were very excited to finish it now.
“Mum doesn’t need flowers.” Harry laughed, bringing your hand that he had been holding all journey up to his lips to kiss softly.
“Every mum needs flowers, H.” You rolled your eyes.
“Noted.”
He squeezed your hand and that was the moment that you knew that your house was going to become a jungle of flora when this baby was born.
You climbed out of the car, not waiting for Harry to open the door for you - which he actually got upset about - before collecting your bags and walking up to Anne’s house. Harry already knew the front door would be open, because Anne often had so many guests coming in and out.
“Mum! I’m home!” Harry shouted through the house, hoping it would reach her.
“Oh!” You could both hear and excited squeal from somewhere within the house. “Did you bring my favourite daughter-in-law?”
“She’s your only daughter-in-law.” Harry mumbled under his breathe, to which you elbowed him in his side. He let out a groan and an angry face.
“That was for making me seem less special than I am.” You raised your eyebrows at him, moving around him to greet his mum before him.
Harry would never openly tell you this, but he actually did deserve that elbow to his ribs because what was he thinking turning you into something less special than you actually are. There was no denying you were the most precious human being in his life and he deserved any punches thrown his way to be claiming otherwise.
He smiled as he watched you and Anne go in for a bear hug, squeezing each other tightly after not seeing each other in a while. Anne often treated you like her second daughter, especially after hearing about your horrific childhood.
Harry made sure all the bags were in and the car was definitely locked, before closing the door behind him.
“And how’s my baby?” Anne asked, walking up to him and warmly kissing him on both his cheeks.
“Good. I’m doing well.” Harry nodded, smiling because he actually was happy and not putting it on.
“Have you had a haircut?” Anne asked Harry.
“Y/N/N did it for me the other day.”
Thinking back, it probably hadn’t been your greatest decision, since you were both slightly tipsy over a bottle of red wine, but he was sorted out later on and now he looked as gorgeous as always.
“Oh fuck.”
“Did y’just shave off my entire head of hair?” Harry giggled instead of being genuinely concerned.
“No. I forgot to water my cactus.”
“Who cares about y’cactus. Look after me first!” Harry was so clingy, like a small-child, when he was drunk but drunk-harry was one of your favourite genres for just that reason.
“If my cactus dies I will cut off all your hair.” You threatened him.
“And give me a buzzcut?”
“The annoying thing is you’ll probably look good with a buzzcut too.” You sighed, going back to cutting off tiny segments of hair that was too long. You weren’t a hairdresser by any remark, but Harry asked you to give him a drunk-trim and so here you were.
“Only ‘cause I’d wear it with confidence.”
“Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re hot.”
“Are y’complimenting me m’love?” Harry leaned his head back over the chair which he was sat on, because otherwise he’s too tall for you to reach.
“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty.” He hummed in appreciation and puckered his lips for you to give him a kiss. And you did.
“Good job.” Anne smiled and lead the way into the kitchen.
Before you could enter the kitchen after Anne, Harry pulled you back by the wrist and tugged you into his chest so fast that you didn’t even realise you were kissing his lips until a few seconds later. It surprised you that much that before you could get in to it, he pulled back in order to keep the PDA down to a minimum - as you liked it to be.
“What was that for?” You smiled cheekily.
“Just apologising, ‘cause y’are very special.”
5 PM - lounging around
The fire-pit was crackling away and the stars were out in their millions.
Everyone was sat outside on the garden sofas, underneath blankets and sipping glasses of wine to sounds of the soft jazz playing in the background.
Harry was sat in the corner section of the sofa, his long legs out in front of him, and you placed in between his legs and back resting against his front. You both had a blanket draped over you and Harry nursed his wine glass in one hand whilst softly tracing circles on your arm with his other. You were becoming more and more tired, but also more and more excited for tomorrow.
Gemma and Michal were over, along with Darren and Anne. It was just the closest members of the family for now and it was so lovely to chat to his family like this.
“Going to play Fine Line tomorrow H?” Michal asked, sitting close to Gemma whilst drinking a bottle of Corona instead.
“Not sure, y’know? Can’t help but think it needs to stay back in my previous era.” Harry replied, you feeling the soft vibrations from his words against your back.
“New beginnings and all that.” Darren nodded, understanding where Harry was coming from.
“Yeah.”
“Speaking of new beginnings, how’s the little one doing?” Anne asked, pouring herself another glass of red.
Harry’s hand immediately put down his own glass of wine, his priority now being on your tiny tiny baby bump. Once his attention was drawn to it, it was hard to steer him away. He loved being close to you even more now, because it meant being close to the baby.
“Good, yeah. Went to the doctors a few days ago and everything still seems good.” You nodded.
“Got an ultrasound picture an’ everything. It’s in m’wallet I’ll have to show y’later mum.” Harry’s smile beamed so bright it was close to being brighter than the fire in front of you all.
“Can’t believe I’m getting a grandchild finally.”
“I’m going to be such a good Aunt.” Gemma added and everyone agreed. “They are going to be spoilt rotten.”
“Especially since this one here is their dad,” You poked Harry on his cheek and his dimple only went wider. “Already has Alessandro and Harris on standby.”
There was no doubt that Harry was going to be the best dad to exist.
He obviously had the means to provide lovely clothes and a beautiful house and good education, but that wasn’t what was important to you. You wanted your child to grow up in a home where there was love filled every ceiling heigh and every basement low. You wanted no room to go without a smiling memory, because your child was going to have the happiest life.
Harry knew how much a good childhood upbringing meant to you and he was going to fulfil that to the best of his abilities. Heck, he didn’t know the first rule of being a dad but he sure as hell wasn’t going to quit if he face plants over the first hurdle. Harry wanted his child to be happy and loved and kind and you knew they would be.
“And your mum.” He reminded you.
“Mum is just going to knit tiny shoes and hats and mittens, whereas Harris will probably create runway inspired dresses.”
“And bub is going to look adorable in everything, especially y’mum’s knitted clothes.”
“I’ve still got all of Gem’s and H’s baby clothes if you want to have a rummage through them?” Anne asked.
“That would be amazing! Thank you.” You smiled warmly, overly excited about baby clothes now. “Now I just wish this one would come sooner.”
“Soon, m’love.” Harry kissed your forehead.
10 PM - bedtime routine
(smut after ***)
“Fuck. I’m so tired.”
Harry flopped onto the bed in just his boxers, them hanging very dangerously over his v-lines. There wasn’t a good enough word to describe how good he looked.
“We don’t have to go out for breakfast tomorrow.” You said, applying hand cream to your hands because they got dry when you were endlessly travelling.
“But I wanna take y’to this little café down the road.” He sighed, standing back up and walking into the bathroom. He pushed his hair out of his face with his hand and then used one of your headbands to keep his hair out of his face whilst he washed it.
He used some expensive looking soap and cream, but whatever it was worked beautifully because he has the most smooth and flawless skin you’d ever seen.
You put some toothpaste on your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.
“I dwo wa yo to owerwok yosef.” You said with a mouthful of toothpaste, making Harry giggle from not understanding and causing you to obtain a toothpaste moustache.
“Whatever you say, honey.” He kissed your forehead, choosing to love on your lips later - when there’s not so much minty foam everywhere.
The two of you continued your routine together, Harry moving on to brushing his teeth as you made sure you’d used mouthwash to finish cleaning off your teeth.
Harry allowed you to apply his cream to his face, because he loved the feeling of your hands over him. He smiled when your thumbs pressed into the parts of his face that never really got touched, enjoying his free massage. You let him apply some Pleasing serum drops to your cheeks and temple, rubbing it in softly to let soak for the night.
“Y’did so well with these Pleasing products.”
“You know that I worked my hardest for it.”
“Not as hard as you had to work on grafting me after our breakup.” You teased, poking him on his side as you vacated the bathroom.
He left just after you, turning off the light and following you closely back to bed.
“Hey! Y’know I hate talking about that part of our story.” He pouted.
You both got into bed at the same time, Harry immediately cushioning you into his body. Sometimes you felt like you were his human teddy bear and all of the time you adored it. He didn’t cushion you as tightly anymore though, because he was aware of the baby inside your tummy now.
“Well it happened. And you know I forgive you. And you know that I love you.”
“Yeah, but I hate thinking back on a time when we weren’t always like this. Just doesn’t seem right.” He squeezed you a little tighter.
“Couples and relationships aren’t supposed to be stable. They are meant to have bumps and diversions, because in the end that’s what makes them stronger. Sure, we had a rough patch, but who knows if we hadn’t gone through that then would we still be about to have a baby together? Maybe not. In which case, thank you for breaking my heart when you did and thank you, also, for fixing it.”
Harry was silent and you were wondering whether he had gone to sleep, in which case what a knob. You lifted your head to see and he was staring back at you with so much love in his eyes it looked like it was ready to ooze out of him.
You smiled at him. He smiled at you.
“What?” You asked quietly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.
“I really need to love on y’right now, okay?” He asked and gently pushed you off of him and onto your back on the mattress.
***
“Are y’okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows with concern and he came to hover above you. He leant into your hand on his cheek and twisted his lips to the side to give you a gentle kiss to your palm.
“Just want to show y’how much I love you. Can I?”
“Of course y’can.” You smiled and leant up yourself to meet his lips with yours. It started off as a slow and loving kiss, but both of you were ready for each other - hungrily kissing each other wanting more and more.
Your lips moved in time with his and your chests met each others, your clothed top meeting his bare chest. One of his hands stayed pressed into the bed beside your head to keep him up, whilst his other cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as closely to his as possible. He teased your mouth by biting slightly on your lower lip and you moaned in reply, allowing him to deepen his kiss and love on you more.
He moved his hand from your jaw and used it to push your body flat on the bed again, but you used your hand cupped around his neck to bring him down with you. You didn’t want a second away from his pretty lips, soft smacking sounds filling the room as you each got to taste one another. Your tongues worked against each other in a fight to see who could win.
Harry’s kisses started to move southwards.
He started kissing along your jawline, sucking on the one spot he knew made your toes curl. You moaned in delight and Harry to stop for a brief second, panting heavily as he hovered above you again.
“Y’need to be quieter baby. There’s people just down the hall. I know it feels good, but sshh.” He kissed your lips again, before you could nod.
When he moved to just above your collarbones you started to moan and whimper again and Harry knew if he wanted to carry on, which he really fucking did, then he would have to keep you quiet some other way.
He moved down your body and let the covers fall off you both, the room heating up anyway. He curled his tongue out of his mouth and bit on it slightly as he watched your body pant heavily beneath him. You looked spent already and he hadn’t even done anything. He was quick to dip his fingers in the waistband of your blue-lace panties and draw them down your legs, before coming back down to be closer to your face.
“If y’can’t keep quiet then I’m going to have to shut you up myself baby.” He said, stuffing your panties in your mouth. You rolled your eyes at how hotly he looked at you and how good it felt to have him feel against your now bare core.
He went back to kissing down your chest, over your tank top. He kissed and kissed until he decided he was too bored of the fabric covering you and instead pushed it up your chest so it exposed your perky breasts and over your arms until you were completely naked. He licked his lips quickly as he sat up on his knees to watch you below him.
Your breathing was erratic and your body was already going into overdrive.
“Fuck me, y’so pretty. Aren’t you?” He gawked at your body, licking a finger of his and then trailing it up your body, over your belly button and swirling your two nipples before finally bringing it up to your mouth. “Open.”
Your mouth complied the best it could and he stuck not one but two fingers in, pumping them in and out of your mouth as they got wetter against your dampening panties.
He took them out and went straight to your cunt, pushing both fingers inside of you slowly. Your mouth would’ve dropped open if it could, but instead your back just arched and your hands went up over your head as you tried to find something to hold on to. Luckily this bed-frame had bars at the top of the headboard, so your fists went to clench around two of them as Harry continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.
He smirked as he watched you try to hold it together.
He dipped his head down, leaving soft kisses on your belly for the little one, before giving you one last final look and then attaching his soft lips to your glisteningly wet pussy. He moaned in pure joy as he got a taste of you, sending tiny vibrations through your core and all over your body. Your held on tighter to the bars as Harry licked faster and harder, sucking all of you that he could. His fingers still pumped hard, thumbing over your clit when he pulled back from kissing it, turning you into a silent whimpering mess.
Your toes curled and back arched dramatically when you came, feeling so euphorically high. Your chest was heading as Harry rode you through your orgasm slowly, drawing out the endless pleasure. One of your hands went down to his head to try and push him away, but he was too insistent on staying attached to your cunt and licking every last drop of your release that you didn’t even love him an inch.
It was only when your body started going limp that his head sat up and looked up your body towards your face. You were a sweating mess, but looked beautiful regardless.
“M’good girl.” He smirked as he kissed your lips again sloppily, allowing you to taste what was left of you on his lips.
It was a perfect way to end your day.
•••
June 15th 2022
8 AM - breakfast date
The sun was already shining hard.
You were in a pretty white sundress and black Docs and Harry was in gym shorts and a Pleasing hoodie. You both didn’t really care to match with each other or even with the clothes you were individually wearing, because you were only on a breakfast run.
Hand in hand you walked down the road to the breakfast bar that Harry constantly loves to take you when he’s back home. One of Harry’s favourite activities is showing you around all the places he grew up in and explaining the stories that are tagged to the location.
“Y’look very pretty today.” Harry smiled at you and it smiled up at him. Just for that compliment, you leant up to give him a big kiss.
“Thank you.”
You walked a bit further before Harry got stopped by an woman.
“Harry? Is that you?” She spoke, taking her sunglasses off her eyes and up onto her forehead.
“Mrs Vernon?” Harry gasped, lifting up his own sunglasses and pulling away from you.
He went up to her and gave the woman a big hug and you stood by awkwardly smiling as you watched them greet each other. You weren’t sure who she was, but she clearly knows Harry in a way that makes her superior to him if he’s calling her by her second name. When they pulled away Harry didn’t instantly come back to your side.
“Oh, and this must be Y/N?” Mrs Vernon asked, tutting as she looked over you. You smiled at Harry nervously, but he nodded encouragingly.
The woman offered her hand out and you shook it politely.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” You spoke shyly.
“You probably don’t know me but I was Harry’s teacher when he was a crazy 4 year-old child.” She laughed and Harry did too, whilst you made an ‘oh’ noise as you came to terms with understanding their relationship.
“Crazy? No!” Harry replied sarcastically, when both he and you knew he nothing but crazy as a child.
“I cut my mums entire back lawn with scissors one time.” Harry told you in one story.
“I saw m’mum dye her hair once and I wanted to do it too. So i took m’arts and crafts green paint and used it in my hair… Let’s just say I was pretty bald after that moment in my life.” In another.
“Oh and I used to sleep with my dog in his dog basket because I was scared he would get lonely.” That story you’d grown quite fond of.
“How are you doing though?” Mrs Vernon asked, standing in a more comfortable position.
You stood a bit closer to Harry, but behind him because you were still feeling slightly shy. You used your hands to attach onto his arm and he looked down at your briefly to check that you were actually okay.
“I’m really good! I’m actually back in Manchester ‘cause I have a show tomorrow and Thursday.” He explained.
“Yeah y’mum said. I saw her in, ooh where was it, um, I think Tesco’s the other day and we got to talking about you or whatever. Anyways she ended up inviting me and managed to get me and m’friend tickets.”
“No way! That’s amazing! Which night?” Harry asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“Ah, I’ll make sure to spot you out of the crowd.” He winked and she laughed. Little did she and you both know that he would actually succeed in finding her in the crowd.
“Yes. Alright, well I better get going and leave you too to it. Lovely meeting you Y/N.”
“And you.”
After she’d hugged Harry again and wandered off does the road, Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief. It was so rare that genuine people came up to Harry for genuine purposes, so seeing his old teacher must’ve been quite humbling and gratifying.
“That was weird.” He laughed through his words.
“Really?”
“Yeah. The last time I saw her was at a parents evening!” You both laughed at that as you continued walking down the road.
“Were you a good child? Or naughty?”
“I think I was just a bit wild. Then music made me more serious, at least at the beginning. And then I met you…” He squeezed your hand.
“…And you wish you could be wild again?”
“I mean you make me feel like that anyways, but you also give me purpose and responsibility and in a way I think I want and crave that more.”
After you too blushed it out some more with your back and forth compliments, you found the breakfast place to be closed so you ended up walking back to Anne’s and ordering a Starbucks Deliveroo.
Then it was onto the stadium.
11 AM - soundcheck
Harry had never smiled this much before.
He was stood on stage in a white t-shirt and some Bode shorts, whilst sound-checking his songs in preparation for tonight. He could hear the screams of fans whilst hearing him soundcheck.
You always believed that he would come to stadiums like these and perform for thousands of people, but you never thought it was make you as emotional as this. There were no crowds right now. Just you standing in an empty stadium, watching him rehearse and feeling nothing but sheer pride.
“Can Mitch play his section of song again please?” Someone said over a microphone and Mitch could be heard jamming over the loud speakers.
“Brilliant, yeah. Now Sarah hit the bass drum please.” Loud thumping beats came from the speakers and it sent volumes of energy right through your body. If this is how you felt now, you couldn’t begin to explain how you’d feel later.
“Now Harry, let’s go for Late Night Talking.”
You had walked closer to the stage, finding yourself somewhere within the GA pit at the front and you couldn’t help but begin to dance when Harry started singing. You could hear fans screaming and starting to sing with him and it was so exhilarating.
Harry stood at his mic to sing, but you knew later he would be running up and down and left and right along the stage. Once the adrenaline kicked in for him, there was no stopping him. Without a wired mic he was unhinged. In the best way possible.
Once he finished the section he had to sing you clapped and cheered, along with the fans outside the arena too. He laughed at you and fiddled with his in-ears to keep him from blushing.
You walked closer again, finding yourself in the Kitchen pod. You stood at the barricade and pretended for a moment how it would feel to be the fan that does get Kitchen pod barricade, because that would probably be life-changing. In your honest opinion though, you can have just as much fun at the back of the stage than you can the front. Possibly even more.
Harry made sure his mic was turned off before pretending to have a fan interaction with you.
“Hi, what’s your name?” He asked, holding out the palm of his hand in your direction whilst looking at you with a dopey smile.
“Y/N!” You shouted, not knowing whether he could hear you with his in-ears in.
“Alright, alright! Bloody hell, love! Louder than me with a mic.” He joked. “Y’having a good time tonight?”
“Yes!”
“Who did y’come with tonight?” He smirked.
You looked behind him briefly to see that the band were watching you two with love hearts in their eyes. People often said that just watching you and Harry have a conversation was like watching two hearts yearn for one another. You two were ridiculously in love that people wished they had what you two have.
“My husband.”
“Your husband?” He sniffled his nose in an effort not to blatantly smile. Every time you called him your husband he would automatically blush and start grinning from ear to ear. The man was whipped. “And where is he right now?”
“He ditched me to go sing karaoke or something.” You shook your head, pretending to me disappointed.
“Karaoke?” Harry scoffed, breaking character to raise his eyebrows to the fact you’d just compared his job to karaoke. “Not heard that one before. Any particular kind of karaoke?”
“Um… Harry-oke?”
To that Harry burst out laughing and unfortunately it was at the same time the microphone was turned back on, so his laughter echoed the arena and thousands of fans could be heard cheering on the other side. You put your hand over your mouth as you tried to stifle your laughter, but it was no use.
Harry was laughing so much that his eyes started to tear up, having to cough into his arm when he overdid it on the laughing. He titled his head back whilst he stopped pacing to let out a few last chuckles, before coming to a stop and breathing calmly again.
“Babe. It wasn’t that funny.” You laughed as you shook your head over his silly antics.
“Yes it was. Y’do make me laugh good, baby!”
“Oi! Harry! Stop flirting with y’wife and start singing!” Harry got told off by one of the sound producers and he rolled his bottom lip in pretend terror.
You shook your head and remained leaning against the barrier as you watched him perform Late Night Talking again. This evening he would have to make eye contact with over 50,000 people, yet right now he was only looking at you.
6 PM - pham’s photography
It was currently golden hour.
The sun was setting behind the beautiful harrie-filled stadium and the view couldn’t be more perfect.
Harry had been getting his hair and outfit on, whilst you stood staring out across the field of people and simply thinking. It was impossible to form words about a view like this. It was impossible to form words about how proud you were of Harry. It was simply impossible to wrap your head around the fact that this was actually real.
You had been vlogging for quite a bit of the day, wanting to make sure you had good footage for these shows since they were Harry’s home shows. You were creating a ‘Love On Tour - Tour Diaries’ series on your YouTube channel and the fans were loving it so much.
It had started as a poll on your Instagram, asking whether anyone would be interested and so many people voted yes to the point where the poll was 99% yes and 1% no.
The Glasgow vlog has been a real success with thousands of positive comments still filtering in.
user1: i hope y/n posts these videos for every single tour date because they make my heart so happy
user2: the fact i feature in this vlog…. and harry might watch it I CANT BREATAHSHAJSHSHAHQ
user3: the part where harry walks in on y/n filming backstage with two cups of tea and starts talking because he doesn’t know y/ns filming… like THAT’S what he’s like behind the cameras and i will now kms
user4: y/n>>>>>>>>
user5: can harry hire y/n as his full time videographer like that would be great please and thanks
You smiled at how much love Love On Tour was creating.
When you felt his arms snake sound your waist you breathed in his heavenly scent. He smelt fresh and clean, no doubt in preparation to just sweat it all off again when he steps foot on stage.
“Y’okay?” He asked quietly, even though it was just you two and Pham in the room.
Harry had asked Anthony to take some backstage photos of him before the show, but before that he wanted some candid photos with you. You weren’t even aware that Pham was in the room, but that helped the photos look more candid in the end.
“Missed you.” You snuggled back against his hold, both of you looking out at all the people.
“I was gone for like an hour.”
“Too long. I hate sharing you.” You pouted, feeling like wanting a bit more attention right now.
“Baby, y’gonna have to share me with over 50,000 people tonight though.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.
“Hmm.”
Harry didn’t like that answer, so he let go of your briefly to walk in front of you and block your view of the audience. He made sure that your face was looking at his, your eyes making contact with his. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better by the tiny dimple and crinkles by his eyes, a sign he was going soft on you.
His arms snaked underneath your armpits so that he could bring you in for a hug, allowing your cheek to rest against his chest. You sighed heavily and allowed your arms to reach around his middle to hug him back, scrunching the material of his t-shirt tightly in your fists to hold on a little tighter.
“Y’gonna tell me what’s got you upset?” He asked softly, not pressuring you at all.
Anthony silently left the room after he asked that, feeling like it was not his place to stay for this conversation. Harry would call him back in a bit when he wanted some more photos, but for now his focus was on you.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know whether you want to tell me or you don’t know what’s got you upset?”
You shook your head, not knowing how to answer. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and it was getting harder to hold them in.
“Cry if you want you cry, baby. I’ve got you.” He said so softly, it could’ve been passing breeze of wind.
Your body overcame with a few small sobs then and you allowed some tears to fall. Your body was shaking in Harry’s arms, but he made no effort to loosen his hold on you. His hands started rubbing small patterns on your back and shushing you calmly to get you to soften your cries.
“M’sorry.”
“Nothing to apologise for. Nothing. Just want to know you’re alright. Y’know I hate to see you cry.” He kissed the top of your head a few times to remind you that he was still here.
“Just feeling so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, pulling your face away from his chest to look at him.
Harry’s thumbs wiped under your eyes to clear them of tears and kept you close to him for comfort. “Okay. Can y’tell me why?”
“I’m… it’s just i’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Harry, like, I don’t even think I understand by just how much, but I do. Um, and I never thought I’d ever feel like this and I guess it just hit me today seeing all these people here for you. I’m just… overwhelmed, like I said.”
“Thank you for letting me in.” He kissed your forehead first, letting his lips linger longer than just a quick second. As he pulled back you noticed tears in his own eyes and he had to blink them shut tight a few times to stop himself from properly crying.
“Are you okay?” You asked him this time.
“Just, fuck— i’m just so proud of you for expressing yourself like that to me. You’ve come so far baby. God, you’re going to make me look terrible by the time I go on stage if I can’t stop crying over you!” You both laughed in admiration. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Then he leaned down to take your lips in his, pushing against you with all his strength so that he could get as good a taste of you as he possibly could. He’d never loved someone as much as you and he enjoyed tasting your love for him all over your lips. You both whimpered as you kissed each other, desperate to stay attached to one another for as long as possible.
When he pulled back he looked into your eyes before kissing you again, moving his hand down your spine and resting it on your lower back. Your hand curled around the back of his neck in order to bring him closer to you. You both poured so much love over each other, like lava being tipped from a kiln - only you would burn in fire for him and his lips.
“I want to cry all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right now.” You said, pulling away from his pink lips to let him know.
“I say that to myself every single minute, of every single day, of my fucking life. As corny as it is to say, you are the only reason why I still believe in love and, well, I fucking adore you for that.”
8:30 PM - pre-show butterflies
Harry was stood in a circle with his band, whilst they gave each other a pep-talk before the show starts.
The band were surprisingly very calm, Mitch keeping his genuine cool as always. Harry though, was very tense. You could see it in his shoulders and the way his eyebrows were getting closer to becoming permanently knitted together.
After they’d spoken with each other, Harry went and stood to one side away from everyone else. You didn’t go over to him straight away, respecting the fact that he might want a moment alone.
“I think he’s nervous.” Sarah popped up beside you.
“Yeah, me too. I’m not overly sure why though.” You twisted your lips in thought, looking to Sarah to see if she had any clue.
“He said something about the fact the wants the show to be good enough to repeat as a bedtime story? I don’t know, he just seems off.” Sarah shrugged her shoulders and you sighed in relief, understanding potentially what could be wrong.
You walked over to him and stopped in front of him. “You want to talk to me?” You offered, smiling a small smile that you hoped would be comforting and reassuring.
“I don’t know what’s wrong. Feel weird inside. In here.” He pointed to both his stomach and his heart.
You nodded and got closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his middle, giving him as warm a hug as he wanted. He squeezed you tightly back, so it was clear that he was in need of this particular hug. Pulling back, you pulled his top down slightly, thanks to the stretchy material, and kissed his skin over his heart hoping it would calm it down.
“Kisses make everything better.” You explained your logic, before putting his top back to where it was sitting previously. You would’ve taken up his shirt and kissed his stomach too, but you knew that Harry ran off adrenaline for his tour shows so you didn’t want him to lose them for a kiss.
“Especially from you.”
“Don’t overwhelm yourself, H. If you go out there and give your genuine 101% then no on can ask for more. If you go out there and give 80% then it just means that the next show will be bigger and better and that’s just as exciting. You can’t expect yourself to be at your best for every show, that’s not how it works. Your fans know that too. You were brilliant in rehearsals. Amazing in Glasgow. Now this is a home crowd, H, baby. A home crowd. It doesn’t get more special than that.”
He smiled at you and sniffled once, shaking his head lightly from side to side. “I couldn’t be doing any of this without you, lovie. Thank you.” He leant down to kiss you, both of your lips moving in sync for the last time for a few hours.
“Now go make Manchester crazy, then come back to me and we’ll see about having that rom-com marathon.”
And so he started pacing backstage before Sushi.
10:15 PM - post-concert shenanigans
Harry stood on stage blowing kisses off his fingers towards the crowd and you couldn’t stop crying.
Your heart was beating so fast.
Tears streamed down your cheeks.
Harry bowed to the fans as they waved him goodbye. Most of those fans might never see him again, so to some of them this could be a forever goodbye. You never want to imagine a day where you have to say goodbye to him. He is the centre of your world and everything else orbits perfectly in your life because of him.
Harry blew some final kisses and waved a few more times, before sprinting off stage.
You watched as the Love Band left shortly after and the lights went down on the stage set. You had to breathe out a heavy sigh from how overwhelming that had been to just watch, let alone what Harry must be feeling after performing through it.
“Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Anne asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. She was concerned that all these heightened emotions weren’t healthy for you, or the baby, and Anne had promised her son that she’d take care of you both.
“I’m okay.” You nodded sadly, sitting back down in your seat after standing for so long.
You stared at the vacating audience, not able to contain your sobs. Gemma came and sat down on the other side of you, pulling you in for a hug that you could rest your head on her shoulder for. Gemma of all people would understand, just like Anne, because when you’ve known someone for so long and understand how important this moment means to them that sort of then reflects onto you. It’s all very shattering.
“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, Y/N/N, but you have to listen to me when I tell you to calm down.” Gemma spoke softly.
“S-Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. I don’t know how I’m keeping it together myself, to be honest!” Gemma, much like her brother, loved using humour as a tactic to calm someone down or un-serious a situation.
“I’m just so p-proud.”
Gemma nodded and hummed in agreement. Your cries had softened now, with help of Gemma’s soft voice and comforting hug. You breathed out a shaky breath and wiped your hands over your eyes, when you phone vibrated.
H💓💐: I heard someone needs a hug? I’m on my way xx
Harry was originally supposed to be in a car immediately after the show, to avoid any fans spotting him and crowding him, for both his and their safety, but now instead it seemed he was making his way to you. Something no doubt his security were fuming about.
You were going to meet Harry back at Anne’s house and you were all going to have a celebratory glass of fizz to cheers the night away, but all you wanted now was a cuddle with H and nothing more.
“C’mon let’s get ready to go.” Gemma said from beside you, standing up herself and gathering her belongings. You nodded in agreement and started collecting your own things.
Once you moved inside the building, after being sat on the terrace, you noticed just how many members of Harry’s family were here along with friends too. It was so amazing to see so many people here to support him. It was a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him in this world, even though you sometimes wished it was.
A loud round of applause echoed the room, along with some wolf-whistling. You could only best assume it was Harry.
And it was.
He was making his way through the crowd, quickly thanking people and saying hello. He told others he would be back in a minute, he just needed to find someone. His security stayed at the door, knowing this was a safe place for him to be, as he weaved through the crowd of people in an effort to find you. Unfortunately for him you were all the way closest to the outside door, but he honestly didn’t care.
As long as he got to you, he would be okay.
As soon as he spotted you your eyes started watering again and you had to fan your face to keep it from it exploding with tears again. Before you could cry though, Harry brought you into his chest with his arms, covering you the best he could. Your arms stayed close to your own chest and your sniffles began. Harry’s cheek squashed itself down onto the top of your head after giving you a multitude of pretty kisses.
“Hey, hey. Ssh I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He whispered to you and no one else.
Even though it was a very private moment in a very public room, you still felt like you and Harry were alone. He made you feel like you were the only person ever and it made you feel extremely special.
Anne was secretly taking a few photos of the two of you, because even though it was an embarrassing moment for you they turned out to be your most favourite photos ever. It was a moment that symbolised a historic moment in Harry’s history.
“I-I love you s-so much. So proud o-of you.” You hiccuped, staying close into his chest.
“Thank you, bub. That means a lot coming from you, baby.”
“Thought you’d be the emotional one, not me.” You laughed, embarrassed slightly.
“Hey if you need to cry, you know i’ll always be here for you to cry on.”
He squeezed you a little tighter and your heart grew a little bigger.
You leaned your head back and looked at him in awe. His forehead was sweaty and his hair was a complete mess, but he’d never looked more perfect to you. He smiled a grin at you and you couldn’t help but give him one back, both of you having a loving silent conversation with the twinkles in your eyes.
12 AM - late night talking
“Babe? Will y’fill a glass of water for me please?”
Harry asked as he took the bin outside to throw away.
Everyone was back home now. You two staying the night at Anne’s again. Harry has apologised that he couldn’t stay and talk to people, but people were very understanding and made him promise a few beers when he was next back home.
Harry had driven you both home, luckily managing to escape the car park in enough time to beat the traffic. You dreaded to think what time the last fan out of the stadium would be home.
After having some tea and toast, you’d gotten ready for bed and then came and watched the news headlines with Anne. After saying goodnight to one another you and Harry were just sorting some last few bits in the kitchen, before you both too would head to bed.
You poured Harry a glass of water and watched him come in to lock the door. He guided you out of the kitchen and turned off the lights, moving to the front of the house to turn on the alarm whilst you walked upstairs to the bedroom.
About ten minutes later you were both tucked up in bed and absolutely exhausted. Your loud yawn was a sign of that.
“Tired baby?”
“Just a little. Don’t know how you do it, H.”
“I guess the fans drive me. Knowing there is at least one new person at my shows every time, makes me want to go out there and put on the best performance of my life just for them. That might be their only chance to see me, so best make it worth their while.” He explained and you smiled with pride.
“Since when did you become so wise, hmm?”
“You’re rubbing off on me, that’s what.” He tickled your side, making you giggle.
Harry laid on his back whilst you were curled into his side, your ear getting to hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating. Your hand rested on his bare chest, softly tracing the outline of his moth tattoo like you often did - he told you it helps lull him to sleep quicker.
“Out of 10, how would you rate that show then?”
“9.7 maybe. I just… I was so nervous that I wasn’t too into every single word of every single song. Tomorrow I think i’ll be better.”
“Well y’couldn’t tell. You were a rockstar up there tonight.” You moved your head very slightly to kiss his chest and you felt his arm briefly tighten around you in thanks.
“And how does it feel to be dating a rockstar?”
“Dating?”
“Y’know what I mean. Married, dating, same thing.”
“No they’re not.” You playfully whacked him on his chest and he giggled like a child. “Don’t think y’can say we’re dating when we haven’t gone on a date in like a month.”
“I’m slacking, God, sorry.” He sighed.
You shook your head before continuing. “You know that I would rather have moments like this with you, than eating Spaghetti at a fancy restaurant.”
“Me too.” He kissed the crown of your head.
“Although if y’do want to take me on a date, I won’t be opposed to it.”
“Maybe I’ll take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower, when we’re in Paris, and we can share a baguette together.”
“Harry that is so stereotypical.” You playfully hit his stomach as you laughed.
“Or when we go to Italy, we can have pizza and red wine along the beach front.”
“Think i’ll be too far along to drink by that point, H.” You brought his hand to your own stomach and allowed him to rest it there. Sometimes he didn’t like touching your bump without consent, because it could get a bit uncomfortable what with touching you there all the time.
“Then we can share a lemon iced water.”
“Mm sounds amazing.” You hummed in delight.
“Anything to keep you happy and this one safe.” Harry snuggled tighter into you and you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep.
“You make me happy just by existing.”
•••
June 16th 2022
12:00 PM - meeting the fans
Today was an absolute scorcher.
The layers of suncream felt like it was doing nothing against your skin and you had to opt for an airy dress in order to remain as cool as possible.
Whilst Harry was in rehearsals, you decided to take a look at the area that the fans would be in for later. The fans weren’t let in until 1:30 PM so you still had plenty of time before you’d have to disappear for safety reasons. There were a tonne of food carts, selling burgers and chips and ice-creams. The food looked delicious, but you were also too nervous to eat and stomach anything.
Harry had been worried about you this morning, because you had thrown up a lot and yet you had barely eaten in the past few days to be doing so. He sat with you on the cool tiled bathroom floor for at least an hour, which is why he appeared late to the venue this morning.
“H, you have to go. You’re going to be late.” You sighed, resting your forehead against the toilet seat.
Harry sat just a little behind you after tying your hair up in a low bun with one of his hairbands. He was stubborn to a fault, just as you were, so he rolled his eyes when you spoke.
“I don’t give a fuck. Not when you’re like this.”
“I’ll be oka…” You stopped mid sentence to start throwing up again, pure liquid filtering out of your system. It was disgusting, but this is what a mixture of being pregnant and having potential heatstroke looked like.
“You were saying?”
After watching you eat a dry cereal bar, Harry felt better and only then allowed the two of you to leave for the stadium. Anne and the rest of the family would meet him at the venue later as there was no point in waiting around all day. You felt sorry for the fans that did have to queue around all day and especially in this heat too. It was exhausting just being out in it for a minute, let alone hours and hours on end.
Just when you were rounding the corner you spotted all the fans queueing up behind the stage, ready to be let in. They were clearly here for early entry or one of the pods - at least that is what Harry had told you. When one of them spotted you they shouted your name and before long there was a whole crowd of them screaming. You alerted the security guard, who Harry had made you take with you, that you were going over there and he nodded.
You took out your vlogging camera and started recording them as you got closer. They all cheered louder and waved towards your camera. Once you had some good montage footage you put your camera down so you could speak to them.
“Hi! How are you all?” You asked, standing not too close to them like Harry had taught you just in case someone grabbed you. It wasn’t always something that you had to be aware of, but especially now that you’ve got your little one growing inside of you you have to be extra careful - and the fans are unaware of your pregnancy so far.
“We’re so excited!”
“Yeah, buzzing!”
“Is this your first time seeing Harry?” You asked.
“This is my eleventh.” Someone said, causing you to catch sight of some people rolling their eyes.
“This is my first.” Someone else said and you smiled at how excited they look.
“Is it okay if I film us having a conversation for my vlog?” You asked, always checking for consent.
“Of course!” That girl said and a bunch of other girls gasped and squealed for them.
You held out you vlogging camera to get you and the girl in the frame, noticing some of the other girls were trying to poke their heads in the background. They knew that Harry watched all your videos so this was their way of getting a Harry notice. It was like trying to be in a photo that Pham took.
“Wait what’s you name sorry?” You asked, before pressing record.
“Orla.”
You pressed record. “So, Orla! How does it feel to be seeing Harry for the first time?” You asked, smiling at them rather than directly at the camera. You’d learnt that it makes you look more real and genuine when you filmed it this way.
“Not real? Like I know he’s real and stuff, but I also don’t believe that. Like I won’t believe he’s real until I see him with both eyes.” They explained and you nodded your head like you understood.
“I still get that feeling too.” You laughed and others around you did too. “And what song are you most looking forward to?”
“If I say Fine Line will he play it?” Orla asked.
“It’s Harry….” You said, knowing Orla would understand. That man was such a tease that it didn’t matter whether or not someone wanted something, he would only do what made him happiest on stage. He was kind of a queen for that.
“Ok, so I’ll say Matilda instead.”
You smiled a sad smile, your mind going straight to how Orla might have a similar backstory to you and how impactful that song can be to people like you. For the camera though you tried to put on a better smile, because you knew when Harry watched this at a later date he was going to be annoyed at himself for not being here to give you a hug at a sad moment. Matilda was your favourite song to listen to too, just because it was so personal and raw. Harry told his creative director that he didn’t care what other songs went on the setlist as long as Matilda was on there. For you.
“Good choice.”
9:30 PM - on-stage shoutout
“Now,” Harry spoke into his microphone, dragging the wire behind him so he didn’t trip. “Let’s talk boyfriends.”
The crowd screamed so loudly and you had to take your camera out to record it all.
“Who’s ever had a boyfriend?”
Deafening screams. You whooped in the background too.
“Who’s never had a boyfriend?”
The screamed were even louder that time.
“Who’s ever been a boyfriend?”
The screams were very minimal. Harry booed into the microphone too, making people laugh.
“Who never wants a boyfriend?”
Those were the loudest screams.
“I gather you’re all screaming because boyfriends are trash. They never treat their person right and you can always count on them letting you down. Luckily for me I’m a husband not a boyfriend.” He cheekily smiled and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder.
You shook your head and smiled at how silly he was. Other people around you cheered for you and him, whilst others simply watched on.
The crowd went crazy when he spoke and then they started chanting your name, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”
You put your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to cry again. Gemma took your camera off of you to get both both you, the crowd and the stage in shot. You laughed as people continued to chant your name - all over 50,000 of them.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Harry bent his arm at the elbow and pumped it up and down in the air, barking for you as people chanted your name.
This was so wild for you.
“Yes, Y/N is m’wife,” The crowd screamed again, “Up there someone, I think.” Harry pointed in your general direction and you waved to the crowds below. You laughed at how crazy everyone was going for you, never thinking that this kind of experience would ever happen to you.
The stage screens suddenly lit up with a view of you, a camera somewhere obviously having found your face. You cringed as you saw yourself, bending over to try and hide the view of you. People screamed for you louder then and Harry turned around to catch sight of you on the big screen. Later in TikToks people would see Harrys face light up at the sight of you.
fan1: did you see his face? fucking hell that man is so whipped for y/n
fan2: it’s the way my boyfriend has never looked at me like that ever….
fan3: look at y/n going all shy and that only making harry grow in awe of them more
“Ayyee!” Harry shouted into the microphone when he saw you. “That’s my wife!” He pointed at you on the big screen happily, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Alright Y/N/N this one’s for you. Sorry I’m not always the greatest boyfriend, but every day I grow and learn from you. For you.”
Then the guitar strums came in for Boyfriends.
11:00 PM - home
“You did it.”
Both of you were now snuggled up in bed again, just talking about the days events and how epic the past few days had been. What was even greater was that it wasn’t just stopping here, because it Wembley in a few days time and that was only going to be more electric.
“I did it.” Harry smiled, chuffed with himself.
“We’re so proud of you.”
“I’m glad you’re here. Both of you.” He rested a soft hand on your belly.
“Thank you for everything. But most importantly, thank you for always coming home to us.”
“Always.”
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top 4 hslot 2022 fits so far
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#harry styles#love on tour#hslot#harry styles love on tour#harry styles love on tour Manchester#harry styles love on tour Manchester n1#hslot manchester#hslot Manchester n1#Manchester n1#harry styles love on tour Manchester night 1#harry styles love on tour Manchester night one#hslot Manchester night 1#hslot Manchester night one#Manchester night 1#Manchester night one
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Harry Styles - Canyon Moon
Manchester, Night 2 (16/06/22)
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too adorable
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Manchester N1 was an absolute dream, my dream had come true that night 😫♥️
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