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lukesaprince · 1 year
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The Rich Series H.S
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Synopsis: 
Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and irresistable. A series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship.
Warnings: This is an agegap romance, if you don't like it don't read it. MC is 22ish and H is 38/39. Other warnings include smut that features dirty talk, choking, spanking, anal, daddy kink etc. Specific warnings will be written at the start of each part.
Masterlist:
Part 1 The hookup that starts it all
Part 2 The morning after and their weekly dinner. Terms are set and a relationship forms.
Part 3 Harry and y/n run into each other on a night out and an argument begins
Part 4 It's Harry's birthday dinner but food isn't what gets eaten...
Part 5 It's Harry's birthday party and the couple manages to break their once-a-week rule yet again
Part 6 The aftermath of Harry's birthday leaves the pair feeling all kinds of emotions. Harry also discovers how soon y/n returns to university, but an honest conversation and a little fun in the pool solve everything.
Part 7 Harry plans something special for the second last dinner that involves a bluetooth activated toy. The couple takes a bath and goes for dessert that involves some carpool karaoke and ice cream.
Part 8 Phone sex, lunch and an interesting visit to a certain shop.
Part 9 Where y/n and Harry have a confrontation and you get an insight into the people trying to pull them apart.
Part 10 Where y/n and Harry have their last night together.
Part 11 Tensions rise as plots are exposed and lies are spoken.
Part 12 The aftermath of their argument sees the two lovers struggling in their own ways.
Part 13 Harry's plotting has some progress and y/n finds herself taking the advice of some close friends.
Part 14 Revenge is sweet but reunions are sweeter...
Part 15 Revenge is sweet but reconciliation is sour.
Part 16 A whole heap of self-reflection and y/n heads home for the weekend to see her parents... and Harry.
Part 17 The couple come to agreements on their relationship and have their first date.
Part 18 The weeks tick by as a couple where tensions rise and things finally come to a head on a romantic getaway.
Part 19 The weekend continues and Harry decides to prove that y/n is needier than him.
Part 20 Mission: 'have a normal relationship' starts with a disagreement and a night out with friends.
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watermelonlovershigh · 4 months
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6 Times You Get Baby Fever From Seeing Harry Interact With Your New Baby
AN: i've had this concept for while but just now decided to put it into words. if you have any more ideas for this concept you can send them in and i'll gladly write a part 2 of this list. hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
This contains: pure dadrry fluff
{ dadrry - husbandrry - any harry era - baby boy ranges in age to newborn to a few months old }
word count- 834
Seeing Harry do domestic things with your baby boy gives you baby fever, even if the baby you already have isn't even six months old yet.
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1. You got baby fever just the other day when you got home from the shops where you had to go out and buy some pads and tampons because your first period after having your baby came to surprise you. When you left, Harry was sound asleep in your shared bed and your baby boy was asleep in his bed just down the hall. But when you returned home from your quick run out, you're met with Harry laying in bed with the addition of your five month old baby boy spread out on his daddy's chest. Both back to sleep. You conclude your son probably awoke and either needed a nappy change or a feeding which Harry did before allowing him to have some morning cuddles on his chest.
2. You had went out to have a dinner with some of your friends. When you returned home you expected to see your baby boy already in bed. But what you really see when you walked into your master bathroom where you'd planned to take a shower was Harry naked in the bathtub with your equally as naked son leaned up against his bent legs. Harry was making silly faces at your son which in turn was making the five month old giggle up a storm. The sight before you was giving you baby fever, even if you'd only giving birth not even a half a year ago.
3. You've been feeling under the weather which meant you've been laying in bed and sleeping for the better part of the day. Well when evening rolls around you use the little bit of energy you have to walk down the stairs and see what your two favorite boys are up to. What you see gives you immense amounts of baby fever. (Although you have an actual fever as well.) Harry was stirring the pot of soup he's been cooking for you while your baby boy was strapped to Harry's chest. Facing towards his daddy so that his active little legs couldn't kick the hot pot on the stove. And without them knowing you'd entered the kitchen, you hear Harry say to your son, "I hope mummy likes the soup we made for her. You think she will? I put somethin' special in it so hopefully she can get well soon."
4. After your shower, you walked down the stairs to a sight that makes you smile and gives you baby fever. The sight of your baby boy laying tummy down on the living room rug with a much taller and larger Harry also laying tummy down beside him. Your son was having his evening tummy time and Harry wanted to get down on his level and also have tummy time. You make your appearance with your damp hair and fresh pajamas and when your baby sees you, he starts to kick his little legs and makes cooing sounds. So you couldn't resist to also get down on the floor and have tummy time right alongside them. Only difference is they can lay flat, you on the other hand have two large milk balloons on your chest that make it more difficult to lay completely on your tummy.
5. You wake up to an empty bed. At first your chest pounds with worry but then you think logically and conclude Harry has probably went to the nursery to tend to a fussy baby. You get out of bed and grab your robe before making your way to your son's room. With his door slightly open, you peek inside to see your husband sitting in the rocking chair that's in the corner of his room, baby boy clutched to his chest, sleeping away. You'd think Harry was asleep too if it weren't for the fact his fingers were moving up and down his little back in soothing patterns. The vision you're seeing is giving you so much baby fever. You want to give Harry so many babies just to have the imagine of him rocking the baby in their nursery in the middle of the night forever.
6. The three of you decided to do a little grocery shopping for a dinner Harry had planned to cook for you later in the evening. Before leaving the house you told him you could bring the baby's stroller so one of you didn't have to carry him the whole time but Harry insisted on bringing his sling that goes over one of your chests. So as you're walking down the isles of the grocery store, Harry has your son in the sling attached to his chest, facing forward because he said he needs to be able to see the world around him. His little feet just kicked with excitement and his lips smacked happily as he took in the seneroy of the store. The view of Harry walking around with an infant on his chest is giving you crazy baby fever. You almost want to jump his bones right here on isle nine.
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valuunit · 8 months
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Mums don’t cry
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Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.
lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.
Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.
Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.
“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”
“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.
“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.
“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.
“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.
“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.
“But it’s clean.”
“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”
“Okay miss.”
“It’s Missus, Mister.”
“You feeling better, Missus?”
“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”
“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”
“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”
“I told you, you don’t have to…”
“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”
“No problem, i’ll do the same.”
They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.
“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.
“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”
“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”
“It’s okay, all perfect.”
“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”
“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.
“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.
Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.
“Already picked one?”
“I’m checking where is it.”
“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”
He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”
They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.
Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.
Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.
“Everything okay, love?”
“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”
“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”
“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”
And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.
“Wanna see another movie?”
“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”
“Wanna go to bed?”
“Yes please.”
When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.
“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet
She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.
“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.
“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”
“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.
“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”
“Want me to go for a test?”
“What if paps catch you?”
“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.
“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.
“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”
“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”
“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”
“Thanks.”
Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.
When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.
"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.
"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.
Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"
"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."
"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.
"Love you."
"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.
Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.
"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.
"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.
"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.
"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."
"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.
"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.
"Can you check one first, please?"
"Sure"
While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.
"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.
"N-negative..."
Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.
"It's okay, we got two more left."
"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.
Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.
"Oh god, this one say-"
"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.
"What?"
"I need a confirmation."
She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'
"Oh my god! What does yours says?"
"That you're pregnant!"
"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.
"Two out of three." he said shocked.
"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."
"I can't wait." he said happily.
"Neither can i."
"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.
"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.
"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”
Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.
“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.
“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.
“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”
“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”
“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”
“Gem?”
“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”
Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.
“Are you guys high?”
“What?”
“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”
“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”
“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.
“How’d you know?”
“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.
“Thank you!”
“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”
“I know, ahh!”
“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”
“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.
“Oh Gemma, thanks.”
“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”
The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”
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ifancyharry · 1 year
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Cuddly baby
Cuddling like this with Harry has been a dream of mine since i was like 13 years old 😔 he'd be sooo soft
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What is it: Harry comes back from work and wants needs a cuddle; almost no plot just fluff
YN shut the door behind her, taking a step to enter her and Harry’s home and turning the light’s switch on the side, the previously dark house lighting up in an instant, turning the dark and cold atmosphere into a cozy one. 
She loved their home. 
Growing up YN never really took part in decorating her childhood home, because it was her mum that bought furniture so she went with whatever her mum liked, and when she moved to London, she was a broke college student, so buying fancy furniture wasn’t exactly her priority. 
When Harry had asked her to move in, his house was already decorated, and honestly, YN liked it as it was, but almost immediately, Harry made it clear that was also her house now, and he wanted her to be comfortable in his space, so he gave her his card and told her to buy everything she wanted. 
YN didn’t really know where someone with Harry’s amount of money would go to shop for furniture, so she asked him if he was fine with IKEA and he had agreed, because he didn’t really care as long as she was happy. 
When it came to Christmas decorating, though, it was a whole other deal. 
Harry loved Christmas, and when YN asked him if he wanted her to take care of decorating alone — since he’d come back home on the 15th —, he got a little upset and whined like a baby for the entirety of their call, turning in his usual chatty self only after she’d told him she would wait for him and they’d go Christmas shopping together when he’d be back from Los Angeles.
So, when she walked in their shared living room, YN smiled happily at the sight in front of her, walking towards the Christmas tree to switch on its lights.
She then made her way upstairs, hurrying up the stairs, eager to remove her uncomfortable work clothes to wear something more comfortable.
She walked in her closet and took out one of Harry’s merch hoodie, which ran oversized on her and was honestly so comfy, pairing it with some sweats. YN never really understood people that don’t change immediately after coming home. She cringes at the mere thought of relaxing in jeans. She could never!
After a quick shower to warm her limbs, she changed in the clothes she’d picked out earlier and sighed happily when her skin met with the soft fabric of the hoodie, the scent of the fabric softener Harry always used when doing laundry, filled her nostrils and she felt truly relaxed for the first time ever, the sudden realization that it was the 20th and she finally had some time off of work taking place, soothing her running head. It always took her a while to get accustomed to he holidays, always so busy with work, and she never truly felt free until Harry was free from work too.
He’d just came back less than a week ago, and he still had a couple of interviews and some charity events he was supposed to attend before closing everything on the 24th.
To her, it was truly crazy how someone could work until Christmas Eve, and she told him many times, but he always shrugged it off telling her he was used to it. To YN, it didn’t make it any better.
After picking a book from their office’s bookshelf, she made her way back downstairs, plopping down on the couch. 
She rested her head on the arm rest and scooted down so she could be comfortable enough to stretch her legs and lay down.
She opened her book and started reading to occupy the time it would take Harry to come back home.
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A couple of hours had passed when YN heard the front door shut softly and the sound of keys tilting in the dish placed by the door. She smiled to herself, not raising her eyes from the book. Harry was finally home.
When he made his way in the living room, he was still wearing his work clothes — just jeans and a sweater, but they were still work clothes to him — but he had removed his shoes. Yn eyed him briefly before tapping the screen of her phone that rested on the coffee table and she frowned at the time, it was past eight o’clock. She knew he must have been exhausted.
“Hey, my love” she whispered, resting her book open on her chest and stretching her arms towards him. 
Harry smiled lazily at her and at first sat down on the couch near her feet, resting one hand on her ankle and thumbing at her exposed skin absentmindedly.
YN knew not to question him. It wasn’t the first time he’d come back from work and didn’t feel like talking, so she usually would let him do his thing until he felt like being social again. She understood how hard it must be to always be expected to be happy and laid back, so she didn’t want him to feel like he had to pretend at home too.
Two beats passed and YN picked up her book again, resuming her reading. 
She felt Harry shuffle in his place at her feet, and after a while she felt him sneaking up her body, resting his smushed cheek against her chest and she opened her legs a bit so he could rest comfortably between them. She intertwined one of her legs with his and Harry sighed heavily against her chest, moving his head so he could splatter light kisses against her covered skin.
YN switched the book from one hand to the other, holding it open with just one hand and burying the other in Harry’s hair, removing the hair clip from his curls and placing it on the hem of her hoodie. Once his hair was free, she started to tug gently at the roots, alternating the tugs with a gentle massage on his scalps with her fingertips.
His body was starting to get warmer, and she loved feeling his body weighting on her. Harry always used to joke that if he could get inside her skin he would, because he never seemed to feel close enough to her.
After some time, YN closed the book, marking the page folding the ear of the page, and placed it on the ground. Harry had fallen asleep, and she didn’t want to wake him stretching to the coffee table, so the ground would do just fine.
She kept playing with his hair with one hand, smoothing the hair from his forehead so she could see his face better. He looked so peaceful with his cheek smashed against her chest, his plushy lips red and slightly opened, small breaths puffing out of his round cheeks.
She loved him like this, soft and tender. She brought her other hand down and started caressing his back in circles, hoping to soothe the tension off of him.
“My baby” she whispered, tilting her head a bit so she could plant a kiss on his hair line.
Harry mumbled something incomprehensible at that and she tugged gently at his hair, “what?” 
“I’ll get up in a bit” he repeated, muttering, his eyes still closed and his words coming out strangled from his squished cheek.
“No need, you’re like my personal teddy bear” she giggled softly, pressing another kiss to his hair line.
“Love you so much” he mumbled, never opening his eyes. He squeezed her a little harder with his arm and she smiled against his hair.
“Sleep now, I’ll wake you when it’s time for bed” 
Harry nodded against her chest and his hair tickled her chin. 
“Love you too, cuddly baby” She whispered, resuming her massages with her hands. Harry was already asleep again, and she knew he probably didn’t hear her, but she knew she’d tell him how much she loved him as soon as he’d wake up. She truly did love him, cuddles and all.
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harrysblues · 1 year
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Eye Patch
The one in which Harry's kids get scared when their father gets hurt on stage.
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When Harry and Y/N's twins started to grow into toddlers, the couple quickly noticed that their youngest struggled to control her eye. That's why they didn't waste any time, and sooner rather than later, three-year-old Lena was wearing an eye patch to try to fix her strabismus.
The process of getting her used to wearing it was long and exhausting for Harry and Y/N, and they tried very hard to make it fun, buying eye patches with different shapes and designs. Their other twin, Harvey, was the most supportive of his sister, and he offered to wear matching eye patches with her whenever she was self-conscious about wearing it in public.
Harry and Y/N's twins might be toddlers, but they love and understand each other like no one else, and that fascinates their parents. Besides, the couple has tried so hard to make them understand that they are loved and supported no matter what, and it is very important to express their feelings with each other.
"Daddy do we have good seats for your concert tomorrow?" Harvey asks suddenly during their daily family dinner.
"Of course, my boy. The best in the house, always!" Harry answers, furrowing his brows. "Why do you ask, baby? You know you always get the best".
"I know, daddy!" His son answers playfully. "But it's the first time sissy is going to the concert with her eye patch, and I want her to have the best time".
Harry and Y/N can swear that their hearts melted when those words left their son's mouth.
"Oh," says Lena. "Daddy, I'm going to see you singing, right? You are going to be so far away, I need to see you".
Lena has always been a very anxious baby, and the family had, and still is, dealing with some heavy separation anxiety from her. The eye issue only added to this, and it has been hard for the couple to manage.
"Don't get nervous, my best girl" Harry tried to comfort her. "You three will have the best seats in the venue, and the important thing is to have fun! You see me every day, and I'm available always".
This seems to cheer her up, and the family moves on from this topic to talk about school. Sudden changes in conversation subjects are very common in the house, and Harry and Y/N can't lie and say they don't love it when their kids bring up things they want to tell their parents. Seeing them interact is one of their favorite things ever since they started to talk.
Dinner finished, and the kids were put to bed with a story read by Y/N and their song, Love of my life, sung by their father. It was not an easy thing to do like it usually is because they were too excited about their concert the next day. Even though Harry has toured for a while after they were born, this is the first time his twins are in the audience, watching him perform. Before this second leg of Love On Tour, they stayed backstage with Y/N and whoever would watch over them while Harry was putting on a show.
However, not long ago the twins started to feel more curious and understand more about their parent's, especially Harry's, lifestyle. That is the reason why they have let them watch the concerts whenever they show any interest about it.
The next day came by very quickly, and now the kids are getting ready with Y/N while Harry is rehearsing and putting together the outfit for tonight.
Lena has decided to wear a silver sparkly skirt that matches her cowboy hat paired with a t-shirt with a red heart in the middle, and Harvey is wearing bell jeans paired with a matching t-shirt with her sister and a royal blue boa. Y/N has let them choose their outfits, wanting them to have the most freedom possible, and she has to say she is quite proud of what they have come up with.
Unfortunately, the family didn't have enough time to wish Harry good luck like they usually would have, seeing that there had been an outfit malfunction, according to Harry Lambert, and the whole band was running late. This upset the kids for two minutes, and then Y/N suggested a face time call with Harry.
"Hi, my babies. I'm so sorry I can't see you before the show" He says with a pout on his face. "I promise I'll blow you a kiss from the stage, and give you lots of cuddles when I finish" Y/N can see the sadness on his face, knowing that he is upset he is not going to be able to get his good luck kiss and cuddle from his two favorite people.
"Don't worry daddy", says Lena. "Harvs and I just wanted to show you our outfits that mummy let us choose by ourselves!".
"Oh, isn't that right baby girl? Can you do a little twirl for daddy?" he says getting his face as close to the screen as possible, squinting his eyes to try to see his precious daughter in the most detail possible. "Daddy really wants to see your outfits".
The family spent the next thirty minutes following Harry around, from the make up chair to his changing room and everything, through his phone, until the moment it was time for him to change into his chosen outfit and get in the box.
"Okay babies, I need to go get ready", he tells them sounding way too devastated for him to be seeing them in less than fifteen minutes. "I'll see you on stage okay? Try to raise your hands the highest, sing the loudest, and have the most fun for me".
The kids promised to do all of that before blowing him multiple kisses and hanging up. They needed to get to their seats right now if they wanted to avoid getting swarmed by some fans. They are usually very polite and nice to Y/N, and especially the kids, but Y/N doesn't want to risk it without Harry there to help her.
They got there safely, and the twins, who are seated on each side of you, are happy to see that their father was right and that they have extremely good seats. They will be able to see their father without a problem.
"Mummy it's starting!" Harvey shrieks when the lights go out and the intro visuals start playing. "Oh my god mummy, I'm so excited!" Y/N never gets tired of how excited he gets every time he sees his dad in concert, it is always as if it was the first time.
Lena clings to your arm from the other side of you, her excitement for the concert to start being silent compared to her brother's. Y/N starts shouting and jumping with excitement as well, making her children copy her and start singing the songs. They also notice that Harry's outfit matches his children's, so that makes them shout even louder.
Harry doesn't take long to find them and when he sends a kiss to his family, the "Muah" that goes with his kiss is heard in the whole arena, making everyone aww.
"Mummy daddy can see us!" Both of the twins exclaim, shocked their father can see them from the stage. "If I send him a kiss will he see me?" Lena asks, genuinely curious.
You don't know how to answer because Harry is constantly moving on stage, so it would be very easy for him to miss his daughter trying to blow him a kiss. Nonetheless, Lena doesn't wait for her mothers approval and blows a kiss towards the stage.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry had been watching the whole interaction, and he didn't hesitate to take her daughter's kiss in the air and put it in his back pocket, making Lena squeal.
The concert goes as expected, and Y/N and the twins are having so much fun. Besides, Y/N is quick to notice that, distracted from the excitement, Lena hasn't once complained about the eye patch she has been in fact wearing in public. That is a huge achievement.
Y/N had planned to leave the seats and go backstage right before kiwi so they wouldn't have trouble getting there later. Nevertheless, a gasp distracts her from dancing carefree to one of the last songs of the concert.
"Mummy something happened to daddy", Lena says with concern in her voice. "Mummy someone threw something at daddy" She repeated, starting to tear up.
This makes Harvey notice how his father is rubbing his eye, and keeping it closed for way too long, making him worry and start clinging to his mum as well.
Both kids start full-on sobbing when they see their father unable to open his eye on stage, constantly rubbing it and trying to block the light from his eyes. Y/N hadn't seen the object, and she definitely doesn't want to ask her kids, so she is unable to assess the gravity of the situation. The only thing she is able to do is to take both of her kids in her arms and carry them backstage.
Once they get there she sits the kids on the sofa and dries their tears, trying to comfort them. "My babies don't cry"; she coos. "Daddy is the strongest person in the world, I'm sure he is fine. It just took him by surprise!"
This last sentence seems to calm the three-year-old twins, and they end up cuddling their mother, soft whines coming from them from time to time, sleepy eyes from all the tears getting hard for them to open.
The kids jump when they hear the door open, and when Harry goes straight to the bathroom instead of greeting them, they immediately start sobbing again. Harry hears them from the inside, and he is quick to open the door once he has checked his eye, and get to his babies as soon as possible.
"Oh my, sweet things", he says, quickly kneeling next to them and being almost pushed to the floor by the force his kids hugged him with. "What's happened? Did you not enjoy the show? Was it too loud?"
The kids don't respond, and Harry keeps rubbing their backs and kissing their tears away, unaware and completely clueless about what has made his sweethearts so upset.
"Daddy, someone hurt your eye!" Harvey exclaims with anger. "You are hurt, daddy". Harry's heart breaks with how upset he is.
"There is nothing to worry about, sunshine", he explains. "Daddy got hurt for a moment, but now I just need an ice eye patch to make the sting go away. I'll be perfect again in an hour".
"Eye patch?", his daughter perks up at the comment. "We match again?"
"Yeah baby, I'm going to match with the prettiest princess in the world", he tells her soflty.
"But mummy is the prettiest princess in the world", she fights back playfully.
"No no no, mummy is a queen", he clarifies turning to his wife. "Your mummy is the prettiest and most gorgeous queen in the entire planet".
"I agree", both of their kids say at the same time. "And then Harvey is the prettiest prince, and you are the prettiest king", finishes Lena, making Harry give her the biggest kiss on the cheek.
"That is right", Y/N answers while sitting down close to her family. "We are all beautiful and special in our own ways, isn't that right?".
"This deserves a big family hug for daddy to heal his eye, don't you think?", Harvey suggests, making Harry smile and hug his kids even closer. Y/N gets in the hug, giving Harry a passionate kiss and a knowing smile, she is sure that they are both thinking the same thing.
Their family is perfect, and they are the happiest they have ever been.
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I really hope you like this one guys! The response I have gotten with my first post has been insane, and now I feel very inspired to post my work. You can send requests for me to write, and don't forget to like and reblog! THANK YOU SO MUCH <3
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cherryjuiceblues · 11 months
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for the sleepover!!
just a cute little midnight snack fluff blurb. y/n can’t sleep and goes downstairs to make her fav midnight snack— H wakes up and finds her downstairs and finishes making it for her 🥹🥹🫶🏼 no rush at all and it’s totally okay if u don’t get to it!! xx
✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.
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You’ve been staring at the side of Harry’s face for longer than you know, long since giving up on attempting to sleep and instead trying to make out your boyfriend’s pretty features in the dark. You don’t know why you’re struggling so much tonight but, it seems no matter what you do, your brain just won’t settle.
You’d considered waking Harry up but immediately dismissed the thought, frowning at the idea of disrupting his sleep. And after tracing his face with your eyes a multitude of times, feeling no closer to falling asleep, you decide to get up. You don’t breathe until you’re sure you haven’t woken Harry, engulfing deep breathes once you reach the kitchen, the tiles cold on your feet. Something warm in your tummy ought to mellow you out a little, you think.
Everything seems to make so much more noise when you’re trying to be quiet, the pot you’re extracting from the cupboard making you wince as it clatters against something and the lid you nearly drop scraping against something else. As the water boils (run from the apparently deafening tap) your body deflates—exhaustion more prevalent now that you’re up, and you rest yourself against the counter, head hanging low. Your eyes fall shut and despite the discomfort of standing you nearly drift off, until you hear the telling noise of bubbling water and force your eyes open.
“What’re you doing up?” A tired voice sounds behind you and you nearly jump out of your skin, whipping around to see a dishevelled Harry. You frown. “Don’t be too pleased to see me,” he says sarcastically, scratching at his jaw.
“I didn’t want to wake you up, m’sorry.” You let him pull you into a hug as he walks over, chest hard and warm.
“My body was missing you,” he drawls, and you smile against him. “Get hungry?”
You nod, “Couldn’t sleep,” speaking into his skin. “M’making cheesy pasta.”
Harry hums and fiddles with the hob behind you—probably turning it down. Still wrapped up in his arms, you go to turn but he stops you.
“Lemme. Go sit.” And you want to argue but you’re too tired. So with delayed steps you totter over and lift yourself up onto the counter opposite Harry and the hob; probably a bad idea considering you might fall off it if you drift off, but once you’re up, you don’t want to move.
Harry potters about and you watch him with eyes half-lidded. Gaze as he takes out the pasta and pours an appropriate amount into the pan (you would’ve cooked enough to feed a family of four, most likely) and then as he grates some cheese to make the sauce. It’s a meal he makes well, experienced in the cooking of it whenever you need comfort food. Your eyes shut once more and you’re too gone to panic about where you’re sitting as the delicious smell of cooking lulls you to sleep.
“Hey,” Harry whispers, suddenly in front of you, hand on your knee. Well, you think it’s sudden but then you realise you’re just waking up. He’s holding a finished bowl of cheesy pasta and you perk up considerably, wiping the tiredness from your eyes.
“Mm, thank you,” you hum, reaching out to grab it with slow movements.
Harry pulls it away, removing his hand from you to hold the fork. “I’ll feed you, baby, y’can close your eyes.” You smile up at him, heart full, even though you shake your head in a way of saying you’ll keep them open. Harry knows you won’t. He stabs a couple of pieces and holds them up to your mouth that you open gratefully, eyes shutting immediately at the soothing warmth and taste. You try to reopen them, you do, but Harry reassures you. “Don’t fight it, love.”
He means it in the most sincere and caring way, but he also takes the opportunity to feed himself some, free of your inevitable grumbling and pouting (“Don’t eat my food!” He can picture you saying, before replying, “I made it for you, brat.”).
Once the pasta is all gone, and you are ninety-five percent asleep, Harry sets the bowl down quietly in the sink and scoops you up into his arms—your legs cling to his waist, and your arms to his neck, like the true depiction of a sloth.
When he lays you back down in bed, it takes you all of five seconds to sink into a happy and satisfied slumber, this time with Harry the one to watch your face before he too, falls asleep.
sleepover tag!
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leveller-75 · 1 year
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This Christmas | H.S
A/N: quite a short one as I wrote this at like 4am but oh well x
WORD COUNT: 880
SUMMARY: Harry loves to spoil his wife and child, especially when it comes to Christmas.
layout inspired by @/watchmegetobsessed
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“But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing” Harry reads softly sending Ivy to sleep. You lean against the door frame with a slight smile on your face as you watch your husband place a soft kiss on your daughter's forehead, turning her lamp off. He slowly walks away from her bed hoping to not wake her as he presses a faint kiss to your cheek and lightly grabs your hand walking you to the living room.
“I’m quite sad this ends tomorrow” he murmurs, looking down at the two ‘magic’ elves you guys place around the house for your daughter to find in the morning.
“Maybe we can finally have a good sleep then,” you say teasing harry, laughing slightly at Harry's reaction.
“Yeah right.”
Although he would never admit it, he’s a sucker for Christmas and making sure everything is perfect. For the past 24 days, he’s set up the elves every night before going to bed just to sit and wonder if they are still in the same position he left them in and haven’t fallen. You both start setting up the two magic elves to make them sit on top of a huge present, holding a letter assigned to Ivy. Even though you wrote the letter it still warms your heart to see her get so excited over something so small. Smiling at your work, you stand up and turn the tree lights off along with the living room lights.
“Come on m’love, let's get you to bed,” Harry says, as he wraps his arm around your waist, walking to your bedroom
As soon as your head hit the pillow you were in deep sleep and probably onto your second dream of the night. The same goes for harry, as his light snores fill the room. Next thing you know you feel something bouncing on top of you both. Rubbing your eyes, you open them slowly letting them adjust to the light, seeing a small silhouette you immediately know it's Ivy.
Noticing them both waking up,
“Can we pleasee go open presents now!” Ivy quickly suggests as you hear harry mumble a reply.
“Give us five minutes lovie then you can go open all the presents you want”
Not even two minutes had passed before she asked again, you slightly sigh, still not fully awake, as you force yourself out of bed feeling Harry do the same. You see Ivy run out of your bedroom in the direction of the living room. You hear a loud gasp followed by “OMG SANTA’S CAME AND LEFT ME SO MANY PRESENTS”. You and harry both look at each other as he places a soft kiss on your lips, both making your way downstairs to see Ivy reading the note from the elves.
Seeing a slight disappointment on her face when she realizes they are leaving, she quickly gets distracted by the massive present they left behind for her followed by a huge pile of presents from Santa. You looked over to harry to see him smirking, knowing he had gone overboard and gotten too many presents per usual but after all it’s christmas.
You and harry both place yourselves on the settee, hearing a gasp every minute or so when Ivy opens her presents. Harry takes a few pictures on a polaroid camera, placing them in his pocket and saving them for memories. Harry then grabs a present from behind the settee and hands it over to you.
Carefully opening it, you immediately get greeted by multiple pictures of you and harry when you first met all the way up to your wedding and a note
‘From the first glimpse I had of you, I knew I had to marry you, and that's exactly what I did. I’m forever grateful to have you and our beautiful daughter in my life. Thank you for always believing in me and cheering me on from the crowd. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for our little family. Forever and always, your H x’
Tears start forming in your eyes as harry pulls you in for a hug.
“Check the bottom of the box” he whispered into your ears, pulling away from the hug
 Hesitantly, you get to the bottom of the box to see the jewelry set you have always wanted. Quickly going in for another hug you whisper a quick thank you as you pass harry his gift. His head shoots up after opening his present. His old notebook he had lost that held all his lyrics and song ideas’ along with so many memories. The day he lost that notebook he was devastated. From the day you found that notebook you knew it was the best present you could get him this christmas.
“I know it's not a lot but I thought you would appreciate it..”You slightly become nervous as to what he thinks of it.
“How did you get this?! It’s the best present I could have ever wished for. Thank you so much”
“With a bit of help from Santa of course,” you smirk
“Merry christmas m’love”
“Merry christmas H”
Thank you for reading! Please like and reblog, it means the world. More fics coming very very soon so keep an eye out for them <3
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haarrrys · 1 year
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Hey could you do another Harry and his daughter blurb. Like Harry being clingy to her and being affectionate?
of course i can! it’s a little short but i hope u enjoy ~
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your my baby say it to me
w.c - 300+
🏷️ tags - dad!harry , singledad!harry , mitchrowland , dad!harry x amani, and of course, fluff.
summary - harry being a *little* clingy towards his daughter when he’s supposed to be getting ready
pairing - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪🥛
more harry & amani
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“harry, shows starting soon, you really gotta get your suit on man.” mitch sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend, who has his almost one year old daughter in a makeshift swaddle (although she’s getting to old for it). harry was supposed to be getting ready ten minutes ago— but of course once amani awoke from her nap he couldn’t help but coo at her puffy face, and show no hesitation to cuddle her when she cried for him.
long forgotten was the pink suit he was supposed to be wearing.
“can’t, she wants to cuddle with her dada, right mani?” harry said, kissing his daughters cheeks, and earning a little nod from her, though harry knows she doesn’t understand what he said. he also knows jeff will have his head once he finds out he still hasn’t gotten ready, but he can’t make himself care no matter how hard he tries. post-nap time is one of his most favorite things, his daughter wakes up clingy and cuddly and harry loves it. he gives her all the cuddles she could want, and anyone who tries to tear them apart during this time is most likely to fail.
mitch knows this, so he accepts his defeat and finds a nearby concession stand to occupy himself.
once harry and his daughter are alone again, he smiles at her, sitting her up in his lap. “mani?” he says, getting her attention. the little one looks up at him and smiles around her dummy. “i love you,” he coos, tickling her tummy. amani copies him, attempting to say it back but it comes out as incoherent blubbering.
“oh my— baby, did you just tell me you love me? you love dada?” harry gasps, searching for his phone if she says it again. he’s sure he would look crazy to anyone else, but his baby finds it endearing.
it’s only until sarah enters the room and forcefully pulls amani away from him and lets jeff coerce him into his suit that he finally gets ready.
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ps- to all the lovely anons who sent in requests, im working on them! i don’t have much time to do them but i try to do what i can :) sorry for delays &lt;3
as always , requests are open! ty for reading 📖 ☕️
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sunshinemoonsposts · 8 months
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.Gentle bath.
WC-1.5k
I hope y’all like it , do let me know!🌹
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In a cozy and well-lit bathroom, the soft glow of scented candles illuminated the air.The calming notes of a gentle melody played in the background, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and comfort.
Y/N, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude, found herself at the center of this soothing scene, with her best friend Harry by her side, ready to offer his unwavering support.
Y/N had recently undergone a minor surgical procedure, and the recovery process had left her feeling drained and a bit vulnerable. Harry, being the dependable and caring friend he was, had come over to her place to help in any way he could. He suggested a warm bath to help ease her discomfort, and Y/N had gratefully agreed.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Y/N looked up at Harry with a small, appreciative smile. "I can't believe you're doing this, Harry. You really didn't have to."
Harry returned the smile, his eyes warm and kind. "Hey, what are friends for? I'm here to take care of you, Y/N."
With gentle reassurance, Harry helped Y/N out of her robe, his movements considerate and respectful. He made sure she felt comfortable every step of the way, his focus solely on ensuring her well-being. As Y/N lowered herself into the warm water, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, the sensation of the water enveloping her tired body like a comforting embrace.
Harry took a seat on a small stool by the tub, his presence calming and reassuring. "How does the water feel?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.
Y/N closed her eyes briefly, relishing the sensation. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Harry."
Harry's gaze never wavered from her, his eyes filled with a gentle concern. "Just relax and let the warm water do its magic. I'll be right here if you need anything."
With Harry's reassuring words echoing in her ears, Y/N leaned back, allowing herself to fully unwind. The warmth of the water seeped into her muscles, soothing away the tension and discomfort she had been feeling. It was a small yet significant act of kindness, a reminder of the deep bond of friendship they shared.
As Y/N closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her own breathing, Harry's presence became a steady anchor. His quiet companionship was a source of comfort, and Y/N felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She couldn't have asked for a better friend to support her during this time.
After a while, Harry reached for a soft washcloth, gently wetting it before squeezing out the excess water. With delicate care, he began to cleanse Y/N's skin, his touch light and soothing. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a mix of surprise and appreciation in her gaze.
"You really don't have to do this, Harry," she murmured, her voice touched by a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.
Harry's smile was gentle, his focus unwavering. "I want to, Y/N. You've always been there for me, and now it's my turn to take care of you."
Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, her eyes misting slightly. Harry's friendship meant the world to her, and his selflessness in this moment was a testament to the depth of their connection. As he continued his careful ministrations, a sense of trust settled over her, allowing her to fully embrace the vulnerability of the situation.
As the bath continued, Harry engaged Y/N in light-hearted conversation, their words flowing easily like the water that surrounded them. They reminisced about their shared memories, exchanged stories from their past adventures, and simply enjoyed each other's company. The atmosphere was one of comfort and camaraderie, a space where their souls could connect without pretense.
After a while, Harry reached for a pitcher of warm water, his touch gentle as he poured it over Y/N's shoulders, allowing the water to cascade down her back. The sensation was a soothing caress, and Y/N couldn't help but close her eyes, surrendering to the moment
"You're doing an amazing job at this," she whispered, her voice filled with appreciation.
Harry's response was accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Well, I've had my fair share of practice taking care of others."
As the bath continued, Y/N felt a deep sense of relaxation wash over her. The soothing water, combined with Harry's attentive care, created a cocoon of comfort that enveloped her entirely. It was a moment of vulnerability, of trust, and of genuine friendship that transcended words.
Eventually, the time came for Y/N to step out of the bath. With Harry's assistance, she rose from the water, and he wrapped a fluffy towel around her, his touch gentle and respectful. Y/N felt a sense of gratitude swell within her as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with unspoken appreciation.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "For everything."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes reflecting the depth of their friendship. "Anytime, Y/N. Remember, I'm just a call away."
As Y/N dressed in comfortable clothes, Harry remained by her side, offering his continued support. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the ease of their interaction a testament to the years of friendship they had shared.
As they sat together in the living room, sharing a pizza and laughter, Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Harry's simple yet profound act of kindness had not only helped her physically but had also reaffirmed the strength of their bond. It was a friendship built on moments like these - moments of care, understanding, and unwavering support.
Conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from lighthearted banter to deeper musings about life, dreams, and the beauty of their friendship. The hours seemed to slip away, and before they knew it, the clock had struck midnight.
"Looks like it's getting late," Y/N remarked, a yawn escaping her lips.
Harry nodded, his eyes twinkling. "I've got an idea. How about I make us a cup of tea, and we can continue our chat in the kitchen?"
Y/N's tired eyes lit up with appreciation. "That sounds perfect."
As Harry disappeared into the kitchen, Y/N took a moment to reflect on the events of the day. From the soothing bath to the heartfelt conversations, Harry's presence had been a constant source of comfort and care. She felt incredibly lucky to have a friend who knew her so well and was always there to lend a helping hand.
Harry returned with two steaming cups of tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air. They settled at the kitchen table, their conversation resumed as they sipped on their tea. It was a moment of connection, of shared experiences, and of genuine friendship that transcended the ordinary.
As the clock ticked on, a comfortable silence settled over them. Y/N rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on Harry's thoughtful expression. "You know, Harry, I can't thank you enough for today. You've been so amazing."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes holding a depth of emotion. "Y/N, you're one of the most important people in my life. Taking care of you is just what friends do."
Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion, her voice soft but sincere. "Well, I hope you know that you can always count on me too."
Their conversation gradually faded, and Y/N stifled another yawn. "I think it's time for bed," she admitted, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Agreed. I'll take the couch."
Y/N shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. "Nonsense. You're not sleeping on the couch. I've got a spare bedroom, and you're welcome to stay there."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the look in Y/N's eyes left no room for argument. With a resigned smile, he nodded. "Alright, spare bedroom it is."
As they walked down the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. Having Harry spend the night was the perfect way to end the day. She settled him in the spare bedroom, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow.
"Here you go," Y/N said, gesturing to the room.
Harry smiled appreciatively, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you, Y/N."
With a quiet goodnight, Y/N retreated to her own bedroom, a sense of contentment settling over her. She slipped under the covers, her thoughts filled with the events of the day and the presence of her wonderful friend just down the hall.
In the spare bedroom, Harry lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Taking care of Y/N had been a privilege, a reminder of the strength of their friendship.
As he closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted to the conversations they had shared, the laughter that had filled the air, and the unwavering support they offered each other. It was moments like these that made their friendship truly special, a bond that could weather any storm and emerge even stronger.
As sleep gradually claimed him, Harry's last conscious thought was a simple but heartfelt wish: that their friendship would continue to thrive, and that they would always be there for each other, sharing moments of care, laughter, and companionship that made life's journey a little sweeter.
And so, in the quiet of the night, Y/N and Harry drifted off to sleep, each heart filled with gratitude for the gift of friendship and the warmth of connection that they shared.
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shroombloomm · 1 month
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tw: mentions of ED, irregular eating, anxiety, depression, weight loss, weight gain, drinking, smoking & sexual content.
read at your own discretion.
• prologue
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eveningepiphany · 1 year
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bestie i definitely want a part two of the mistletoe!
Mistletoe | H.S, part 2
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my masterlist <3
if you have any requests, send them in here
summary: Y/Ns flight gets canceled last minute after their morning BBC show, and without anywhere to go she calls harry— and it’s their first time alone together after the kiss they’d shared under the mistletoe.
warnings: smut, soft/bestfriend harry, oral f receiving, PIV unprotected, riding, praise kink, fluff, and dirty talk.
a/n: thank you all so much for your support on part one! I hope you enjoy this just as much, and thank you for your patience in waiting for this— hope your holiday season was filled with fun. I <3 soft harry.
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The morning show had gone great, despite the mountains of tension between you and Harry. Maybe no one else picked up on it, and you were just hyper aware of his every glance and touch.
Hell, maybe you were even reading into it. Maybe last night was just a one off thing. A spur of the moment—never to be talked about— kind of thing. It could’ve meant nothing.
You’d woken up together, his alarm blaring from his phone further down the his mattress. You’d groaned together, collectively complaining about how fucking early it was. But not once mentioned last night, or the fact you woke up together.
But you didn’t have another chance to talk about it— when he and Anne dropped you all off at the airport he hugged you last out of the boys— it was a tight hug, paired with a whispered, ‘I’ll call you when you’re home.’
So you are unsure where everything stands. And you’d been left to mull it over in the uncomfortable airport chairs that you’d already been in for far too long.
You’d been in this damn airport far too long.
You suppose now though, the whole thing with you and Harry is the currently the least of your problems.
The rest of the boys are probably home by now.
“Assholes.” You mutter, cursing them for that exact reason.
Your gate had begun to quieten down since the announcement of the delay.
The boys flights were hardly an hour after you got to the airport, yours on the other hand was about 5.
Within those 5 hours, a storm had came crashing over this part of the UK.
Now you were without accomodation for the next 16 hours, which was apparently the earliest they could reschedule.
It was already 9:30pm– so you didn’t know what to do with yourself, it’s a long time to wait around in the airport.
You knew it was gonna be hard to get a hotel room, given how many flights had been delayed this last minute.
So, you sat for a minute and contemplate it. Without many other options you opened your phone and rung the only person who you could think of. The only person you had been thinking of.
You pressed your lips together as it rung, and on the fourth ring his voice came through.
“Y/N, love?” He sounded a little raspy, tired.
“Harry, im so sorry— you weren’t asleep were you?” You say, quickly feeling apologetic.
“No, no— jus’ laying down on the couch watching friends, why? It’s like 9:30 shouldn’t you be on your flight?”
“Yea uh… I am supposed to be.” Your voice faltered a little at the end, you just wanted to go home. You were already emotionally exhausted, and this on top was proving to be a bit much.
You glance outside the airport windows trying to distract yourself— not wanting to start having a mental breakdown in the middle of the airport and draw unwanted attention your way. It had got dark hours ago but it was clearly bucketing down rain.
“What happened?” He asked, immediately sounding concerned at your wavering voice.
“Is it not raining at your place? It torrential here, my flight got delayed.” You laugh a little, without humour.
“No it’s not— how far back was it pushed?”
“16 hours, not till 1pm tomorrow.” You sigh.
“Holy shit…” He audibly gasps through the speaker.
“I hate to be asking, but is it ok if I catch a taxi or an Uber back yours? I don’t think I’m gonna find anywhere to st—“
“Y/N, you are not catching a taxi or an Uber, I’m coming to get you.” He states, and you hear him shuffling in the background. Keys getting pulled from a drawer.
“You don’t have to come get me, I’m fine to get there—“
He cuts you off again, “Nope, I’m getting in the car now, I’ll be there in about an hour.”
“Harry, I swear I’ll be ok!” You feel terrible, knowing he is probably just as tired as you are.
“See y’soon, stay warm. Buy somethin’ to eat and drink while you wait, love. Call you when I get there.” You hear the engine start, you don’t even have time to protest anymore because he hangs up on you.
You groan aloud, frustration mixed with gratitude coursing through you.
Standing from the chair you’d been sitting in, you stretch. Sunglasses and beanie pulled over your face to try and prevent people from recognising you.
Even though you felt guilty he was driving all this way to get you, you were also relieved. trying to get an Uber somewhere, especially with your status is anxiety inducing to say the least.
You just hoped he drove safe in this weather.
You decide to go and buy food, sourcing a place that served your favourites.
The hour dragged on after you’d ate, and you felt drowsy. You were sitting at one of the tables closer to the exit, charging your phone when it rung.
When you answered, Harry of course was on the other side of the line.
“Hey sweet, sorry for the wait. I’m out the front.” You smile with relief, glad he was here safe.
“Thank you so much, H. I’m coming out now—“
“I parked in the 5 minute ones, you’ll see my car.”
You quickly chuck your charger into your bag, grabbing your suitcase and head straight for the sliding doors.
A blast of freezing wind hits you as you walk out, and you feel it to your bones.
True to his word, you spot Harry’s car a few metres away, and you were grateful he got such a close park.
He gets out the moment he sees you, popping the trunk.
“Are you ok?” He asks the second you’re close enough to hear him over the wind and rain, grabbing your face between his warm hands.
“Mmhm— just emotionally burnt out. Thank you for coming to get me.” You smile, his concern endearing.
He nods, relief thrumming through him. He picks up your suitcase, placing it into his trunk.
You both hurry into his car, trying to get out of the cold.
It’s perfectly warm in there, and you strap into the passenger side.
“You didn’t have to come all this way. I appreciate it though.” You whisper.
“Yes I did. I know you’re safe, and that we’ll get home together in one piece. That is worth endlessly more than an hour drive.”
You feel his words seep into the centre of your chest, warm and soft. You reach your hand over to grab his, squeezing it.
You don’t move it and he starts to drive, and you both talk about random stuff as you usually do together. It half lulls you to sleep, your head leaning against the window.
This hour went much faster, the highway was quiet and his home town even quieter.
You pull into his childhood home, and he turns the engine off.
You force your head up, shaking your limbs out. “I’m awake.”
He laughs at you trying to convince yourself. You slide out the car door, legs feeling a little numb as they try to hold you up.
He grabs your suitcase out for you, wheeling it to the access door and unlocking it.
The lamps are dimly lit, and the TV not properly turned off— it was clear he had left in a moments notice.
“Thank you.” You say, for what had to be the 12th time.
“Stop thanking me, Y/N.” He chuckles.
It was nearly midnight now, and he walked over to flick everything off.
“Is Anne asleep?”
“Yea, mum went to bed pretty early— was too early a start for her this morning. Or yesterday, seeing it’s nearly midnight.”
“I’m feeling her, I could’ve fell asleep at the damn airport.”
You trudge towards the stairs, carrying up your suitcase.
He quickly follows you up once everything downstairs is off.
You stop at the top, placing your bag down with a quiet thump and a pant— it was physical workout, considering how much your bag weighed. It baffles you how Harry carries it like it weighs nothing.
Your eyes flit over to the window without even thinking, straight to where you’d shared that kiss. The one you’d been replaying in your head since it happened.
Your first, and very perfect kiss together.
He’s standing behind you quietly, clocking where your eyes are looking. And he’s reliving the exact same memory as you.
He draws in a breath, trying to stabilise his emotions— his fingertips burning with the pure need to touch you.
You swallow at the thought of stumbling into his room last night, realising you just assumed you were staying in there tonight as well.
“Forget where you’re going, sweet?” He runs his hand down your back.
The touch leaves goosebumps in its wake.
“No… just- distracted.” You mumble, allowing him to slip past you and lead you into his room.
It smells just like him as you walk in, and it will never fail to overwhelm you. How perfect his scent is.
“Mmm, I bet.” He says ambiguously.
“What is that supposed to mean.” It slips out of your mouth shyer than you intended.
He turns, locking eyes with you, “I think you know exactly what I mean by that.”
“I don’t.” You say, defiantly.
He moves carefully closer, “you don’t?”
It’s a challenge when it comes from his mouth, you can only shake your head.
He kisses the pulse point on your neck, just how he had under the mistletoe— except this time he takes the skin between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.
“Remind you at all?” He pulls away an inch, and the blood has rushed into your cheeks— so much so they felt like they were on fire.
You don’t say anything. You don’t know how. Your lips move, but nothing comes out.
“How about this…” he trails up to your parted lips, ghosting over them.
You were awake now. Your whole body pulsing with the thoughts of where his hands— and lips— could touch.
“Harry…” you whined, and the noise was enough to have him seeing stars.
He slid his hands down to the small of your back, tugging you as close as possible.
“I swear, you are unreal, Y/N.” He sighs into your cheek.
You push your lips back into his, and he parts them for you straight away.
You slip your tongue into his mouth, savouring the feeling of it. Allowing yourself to map it out with gradual strokes.
He’s panting already, and he pushes you back, both of you stumbling into the middle of his bed.
He ends up taking the lead again, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth— knowing the kind of reaction it spiked in you last time.
You moan into his mouth, and glide your hand into his soft hair, pulling at the roots.
His have found their way up your shirt, cupping your breasts through the bra you’re wearing.
“If you want to stop—“ he says, breathlessly, “now is the time, because I don’t know if I can do this again.”
The room around you falls quiet and you cautiously look to meet his gaze.
“What do you mean?” You ask— little to no clue what he’s implying, a little panic rising in your chest.
He stares at you, serious, hands roaming down to your lower back.
“Kiss you like this, have you moaning like this— and not have you come because of me atleast twice.”
“Leaving you to fall asleep next to me— wet enough I could feel it through your sleep shorts, and not have anything done about it— is something I am not having happen again.” His words made you shiver, and his admission last night to how bad he wanted to make you finish on his face was ringing in your ears.
“What about Anne?”
“To hell with it.” He huffs, peeling his tshirt over his head, “She’ll be dead to the world at this hour— just try to keep quiet.”
“If this is what you want to do, anyway?” He clarifies, “And if y’wanna stop at anytime y’know y’can.”
“God, Harry you don’t understand how bad I want to feel you.” You affirm, pulling your own sweatshirt off, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”
“Thank you, darling. As much as I’d love to hear your pretty moans…” his sentence trails off, kissing the top of your breasts as he lays you down.
“Want your mouth on me.” You plead, the thought of it being enough to have you clenching around nothing.
“I’m sure you do, ‘specially after I put it in your head last night. Have you been thinking about it all day, hmm?” He teases, shifting down your body.
“Yea— yea I have.” You confess with a whine.
He raises his brows, trailing wet kisses down your stomach.
“What about before? You ever got off to the thought of my tongue in your pussy?” He smirks, knowing he’s venturing into uncharted territory— admissions of want, prior to your first kiss.
“Your ego would love to hear a yes wouldn’t it.” You tease a little, even though it would be a lie to say you haven’t conjured up small fantasies of him late at night. Ones where he’s got more than just his head between your legs.
“Oh, it would. But I think I already know the answer, going off how hot and bothered I’m making you.”
Which is true, you’re squirming beneath him, unconsciously arching up your lower half trying to get any kind of friction.
“Can I take these off?” He asks with warm hands tucked into your waistband, waiting for your curt nod before he shucks your pants down, your panties half going with it.
The energy shifts, his hands coming to a halt.
Like the realisation of what he’s doing and who he’s touching like this has come crashing down, just from seeing your lower half laid bare for him.
Harry is your best friend, your bandmate. Someone who you never thought would actually have their hands on you like this.
“Fuck. Look at you.” The sight of you looking up at him like that, all doe-eyed and shy had his cock aching.
His hands slip back into motion, but this time with less urgency.
He pulls both your pants and underwear off your legs, tossing them somewhere on his floor.
He pushes a finger through your slit, “This why you’re so wet? Been waiting for me to get my mouth on you for longer than you admitted.”
“Please, Harry.”
You push your hips into his touch, groaning into the sheets of his bed as he draws slow circles on your clit.
He leans to press a kiss into the crease of your thigh, so close to where you want him most.
Licking a stripe along the same spot, you begin to plead, “Please just touch me. Need it…”
“My poor girl is so needy. Cant even wait a second for me to get my tongue on her.” He coos, but gives in either way, letting his tongue push through your wet slit.
You’re trying so hard to hold back the moans as he flicks and sucks your clit, but fuck is this the best oral you’ve ever had.
Most guys you’ve been with rush through it, wanting to get it over with because it does nothing to please them. But Harry is clearly a giver, and gets a lot out of pleasing someone like this.
“Jesus Christ, you’re gonna make me come so fast.” You cry, an arm getting thrown over your face as you arch into every movement he makes.
He smiles into you, moving his mouth to your entrance, pushing his tongue in a bit before dragging back up to you clit— his nose bumping it in just the right spot.
Another moan comes out of you, unbridled as your cunt flutters in sync with the licks he’s placing against you.
He swaps between your clit and entrance, making sure both are getting the attention they deserve. Fast firm strokes along you— paired with kisses and sucks — are having you come undone faster than you’d expected.
“Shhh, baby, been doing so well f’me, can feel how close you are.” He pushes a finger into you, and you have to bite down on your lip to try and keep yourself quiet.
Pushing in another finger, he grunts, “God, you’re tight.”
“Been awhile…” you spoke, voice wavering— it sounding distant in your own head.
He hummed into you, the vibration of it pulsing through the whole of your body.
Curse words were flying out your lips, which you were trying so hard to keep shut. But every lap of his tongue against you had your resolve to keep quiet slipping through your grasp.
“I’m going to come, H. Hard.” You moaned— it was tearing out of you loudly, and you tired to muffle it with the crook of your arm.
“You can come, darling, ‘round my fingers and mouth like a good girl.”
His permission and praise was all you needed to tip over the edge, your cunt spasming around his fingers that were still pumping in and out of you.
He licked through your slick until you couldn’t breathe, your legs closing around his head trying to get him off your sensitive nerves.
Your breath was laboured as he pulled back, placing a final kiss on your stomach before making his way back up your body.
“Thank you…” you tiredly said, laying with your eyes half-lidded on his bed. And although you felt like you could fall asleep, there was no way you could not let him fuck you properly after that.
You pushed yourself up, and moved onto his lap.
He watched you carefully, a question in his eyes.
That was answered as you ground your hips carefully into his, the fabric of his sweatpants sending a zip up your spine.
“We don’t have to, sweet. Not if your tired.” His hand fell to your hip.
But when his mouth is still glistening with your arousal and cock is so hard underneath you, how could you not?
“I know, Harry. I really want to though.” You sigh into his neck, arms wrapped around his shoulders as you rubbed yourself along his fabric-covered boner.
All of the little noises coming from the back of his throat were sounded into your ear, and knowing how good this must be making him feel charged you to keep going.
“That’s right. Rub yourself through it Y/N. Over my cock, dripping all onto my pants.” His tone was deep, dipped in honey as he spoke to you.
You moaned as he snapped his hips upwards to meet the movement of your own.
“I’m clean and on the pill.” You say into his ear, shuddering. You have never wanted anything more.
He pauses, realisation at what your insinuating.
“Are you a hundered percent sure? Because I trust that you’re clean. And so am I.”
You start moving your hips again, “a thousand percent.”
“Can just imagine how easy m’gonna slip into you.” He traces patterns along the base of your spine.
“Just want to make you feel good, H.” You kiss the warm skin of his neck, taking it into your lips and biting it gently.
“Fuck, well y’already doing a good job of that.”
Your hand travels to his waistband, and he allows you to pull him out of his boxers.
He’s thick in your hand, heavy just as you’d imagined. But it’s so much better than you’d thought. He’s warm and smooth, head of him as pink as his lips.
You stroke along it, thumb brushing over his tip, dragging the pre-come that had leaked out down his shaft, indulging in his grunts that are sounding in your ear.
You shift up on your knees— unable to wait any longer, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds with a mutual gasp.
You rub a few circles on your clit with it, until your knees feel like they’re going to buckle. Which no better a time to line him up with your entrance.
“God— are you going to ride me?” He moans, holding you still with his hands for a moment.
“Is that ok?”
“That is so fucking hot.” He states, eyes pinching closed.
You sink yourself into him, feeling the stretch of your cunt as it tries to accomodate his large size.
You scrape your nails down his back as you get to the base of him, moaning in sync with one another.
“Oh my god.” His stomach muscles are clenching, “don’t move.”
The walls of his room seem to be spinning around him, and he inhales a deep breath in attempt to ground himself.
His hands rest on the peak of your hips, as he shudders out the same breath he just took in, “Sorry— you’re just so fuckin’ warm and tight.”
“You’re huge.” You whimper in response.
“Taking it so well. Knew you would, knew you’d be so snug around my cock. Always wanted to have you moan like this for me.” The words spill like a lust-drunk confession from his mouth.
You can’t even find anything to say back, just a passionate kiss over his lips.
“Can move now.” He says into your mouth.
Your hips gradually begin to move, starting with slow and precise rolls that have you both panting against each other.
His cock twitched inside you as you picked up the pace, bouncing up and down on him— your fingers finding their way down to your clit.
All you could feel was the hot burning pleasure in the pit of your stomach, and so much was coming from your mouth but you couldn’t even tell what it was. Just a mixture of swearing, moans and his name.
“Shh, sweet girl— fuck— know it feels so good but you have to stay quiet.” He cups your jaw, sealing your lips with another kiss.
The heat radiating off both of your bodies was searing, paired with the fiery pleasure in your stomachs, it could fight off even the coldest of December days.
His other hand replaced your own, and worked your clit better than you ever could. His long fingers swirling your bud in fast circles that matched your every bounce.
His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, desperately trying to hush his own groans. It was a sight to see him, his flushed face and messy brown curls— how he was trying just as hard to hold back.
“You’re so warm. Riding me so well.” He praises you with a grunt, stroking your clit with more pressure. You couldn’t even manage to respond, your thoughts were beyond muddled, and they only got worse as he increased the speed of his fingers.
The feeling of his cock sliding through your walls had your jaw fall completely lax, your hot breath fanning across his damp skin.
His only free hand travelled to your breast, kneading the warm flesh there, tweaking your nipple with gentle fingers.
“Oh god, oh god— Harry!” Every touch was clashing together into one euphoric feeling, your whole body shaking.
Your muscles were clenched taut, like a rubber band getting pulled tighter and tighter— and you were about to snap.
“Fuck, come around my cock— wanna feel it.”
His hips are bucking up to meet your bounces, he’s hitting every spot inside you.
“Harry— I’m going to— I’m gonna come.” You cried into his shoulder.
Praise is pouring from his mouth, and all it takes is a final flick of your clit too have you knocked of all your air.
Your jaw drops, teeth hitting Harry’s sharp collarbone, mantras of his name coming breathlessly from your mouth.
“God you’re perfect— squeezing so perfectly around me.” He moans, still playing with your clit.
“Please come, baby. Want you to fill me up.” You plead— tugging the roots of his hair, trying to keep up the pace of your bounces despite the blinding pleasure.
“Fuckk.” He comes within seconds of hearing you beg for it, his hips stuttering to meet your thrusts— his abdomen flexing under your fingers.
You ride him to the point your eyes are tearing up with the overstimulation, ensuring you get every drop of warm come you can from him.
Eventually you come to a halt at the base of him, now that both your orgasms have dulled out and he’s softening inside you.
You kiss his temple, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders.
“You were so good for me, love.” He whispers.
You slip out of him, missing how he filled you up immediately. He rolled you both over before you could think about it too much, and your legs wrapping around his middle.
You looked down at the moth tattoo situated between your legs, and boldly you state, “I’d ride this too if I wasn’t so tired.”
His brows shoot up as you say that, your fingers beginning to outline the tattoo gingerly.
“You’re gonna give me another boner if you keep this up.” His voice falling a tone deeper.
A laugh sounds from you, and you cuddle up into his chest, “Sorry, but not really.” You say.
He plays with your hair, “Asshole.”
Your falling into a drowsy state, “Are you plaiting my hair?”
He hums a yes, “d’ya have a hair tie for it?”
“On my wrist.” You huff out a laugh, and you pull your hand from around his neck so he can pull it off.
He ties it, and kisses your forehead.
“Goodnight Y/N.” He whispers, seeing your shut eyes.
“Goodnight Harry.” You whisper back, pausing for a few seconds— then daring to say what’s been lingering on the tip of your tongue all night.
“I love you.” It’s a hush confession, one your too tied to care if you’re gonna regret it.
He looks down at you, through his own half-lidded eyes, “fuck, I love you too. So much.”
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lukesaprince · 10 months
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Summary: Sleepy morning sex with bf!harry where he doesn't want you to get up and keeps asking for 10 more minutes
Warning: smut!!, penetration, soft sleepy goodness
Word count: 3k
Author’s note: I feel like soft sex is not something I write a lot of, so I felt like it was time I did something just full of love and goodness. A morning with H ❤️
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The air was cold; your nose turned pink and lips slightly chapped due to the lack of warmth from being out of the covers. But oh, the rest of your body was warm and toasty. From the chin down you were snuggled deep in your duvet, dressed in a pair of underwear only but utterly comfortable because of the sheer body heat he was emitting.
You were completely engulfed in him. He was basically lying on top of you, your head resting on his arm and his bare chest pressed to your back with his other arm wrapped snuggly around you. Your legs were intertwined, and his face was buried in your neck, his hot breath comforting against your skin. He was still breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm against your back.
Harry had the same issue with clothing in bed as you did. Neither of you could stand more than one layer on your skin when you were sleeping. For Harry his layer was usually a pair of boxers and that was it, but most nights he was completely nude; for you it was a t shirt or a pair of underwear and nothing else.  
Last night was one of those nights where Harry couldn’t bear a single item of clothing on his body. He just craved the feeling of skin-to-skin in a completely non-sexual comforting way, and with your bodies pressed together all night and the layers of blankets covering you, the cold wasn’t an issue and he slept like a baby all night.
He was still sleeping soundly like a baby when you woke up. Your alarm had woken you up easily because you were expecting it to come, but since it was Harry’s day off and his only real plan today was to have a good rest and head to the gym, he slept straight through it. He had this remarkable ability to be up at 4:30am most mornings if he had work, then completely sleep the day away if it was his day off.
You, unfortunately, had a virtual meeting at 9am that you had to attend so you had to wake up earlier than usual for the workday. Due to your hybrid schedule you worked from home three days a week and went into the office two. On the days you were from home, most of the office was as well so any essential meetings were pushed back to in-person or booked for the afternoon so everyone could relax a little in the morning.
You were lucky with your job in that way. If Harry happened to have the day off, you’d be able to spend the morning with him then start working later in the day. Your time management had become near perfect due to working from home so much, so you were usually able to complete your work in fewer hours than the usual workday. And if you needed to work later into the night so you could spend more time with Harry, you’d do it in a heartbeat.
Today was unfortunately not one of those days. You wished it was. God, you wished it was. The air outside of the safe cocoon of your bed was too cold, and Harry’s arms were so nice and warm you never wanted to leave them. There was just something about being completely surrounded by the love of your life that couldn’t compare to anything else, and you wanted to hang onto that feeling forever.
Trying not to wake up your lover, you very gently started to lift the layers of blanket off you so you could try and scoot closer to the edge of the bed and get up. But before you even got the chance of lifting it properly, Harry’s arm tightened further around you and you were pulled even closer to him. You let out a little squeak and let go of the blanket, your hand covering Harry’s.
“Don’t” he groaned, his voice thick and heavy due to barely being awake. He nuzzled his face deeper into your neck, his lips pressing to the junction where your neck met your shoulder. You froze against him, not realising that he had woken up before he started moving.
“Harry, I need to get up. I have a meeting at 9” you sighed, trying not to relax back into his arms and attempting to lift his arm off your body.
“No” he mumbled, his fingers digging into your body so you couldn’t move his arm off even if you tried.
“Harry.” You warned, wiggling in his grip. “Come on”
“What time is it?” he ignored your protest and lifted his leg to curl over both of yours, pressing them down onto the bed so you were effectively pinned with nowhere to go.
“It’s 8” you replied, eyes closing to try and hide your frustration. He was making this even harder and now you just wanted to melt and pull a sickie so you wouldn’t have to do work at all.
“Yeah… so you have at least half an ‘our with me. Just stay a bit longer, baby” he mumbled, kissing your skin before digging his forehead into the crook of your neck. The feeling of his lips against your skin had tingles running down your spine, but now definitely wasn’t the time for that.
“I can’t, H. I need to do washing and if I don’t make coffee and breakfast, I will not survive the day” you replied, wiggling against him again. “Come on, Harry!”
“I’ll do the washing and make you anything you like. Now please baby. Stay with me a little longer” he pleaded, whining as his hand started languidly stroking your lower belly.
Between his mouth ghosting your neck and his fingers now tracing little patterns on your stomach, your clit was tingling, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. The knowledge that his cock was right there pressed against your ass made it even worse.
“Fine… fine. 10 minutes and I’m putting a timer on” you compromised, reaching for your phone and putting a timer on.
He didn’t protest and kissed your neck again, smiling happily against your neck because he knew you could never resist him. And he was right, you gave in so easily you should’ve been ashamed of yourself. But this was Harry, and he was so damn adorable when he had just woken up you couldn’t help but give in to his every demand.
Relaxing back into Harry’s arms, you let your eyes closed and a light sleep drift over you. You weren’t totally asleep, but you were in such a state of relaxation that the 10 minutes felt like two and you were internally screaming when the alarm went off way too soon.
You attempted to lift the covers again, knowing that Harry was awake due to his never-ending caressing on your lower belly. When your hand started lifting it up, Harry’s hand clasped around your wrist, stopping you.
“Harry” you warned, “I have to get up!”
“No, baby. Please. Just 10 more minutes” he pleaded, kissing your neck with more purpose this time. His mouth ghosted your skin as he pressed kisses in multiple places, his hand creeping lower along your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. It was at this moment that you felt the slow hardening of his cock, pressed right against your ass.
“Harry…” you sighed, back arching as his fingers dipped into your waistband and slid side to side. He was teasing you and showing you his intent all at the same time. With every touch and every kiss at your neck you were growing needier and needier; your pussy getting slicker and slicker.
Morning sex with Harry was one of your favourite things in the entire world.
“10 minutes is all I need, lovie. Let me love on you” he mumbled, unable to help himself from bending his elbow at your neck so he could grab your breast in a comforting squeeze. Your hands came up to grab his forearm as you started to press your ass back against his cock, showing him with your body that you wanted what he was offering you.
When it came to Harry you just couldn’t resist and ‘no’ just didn’t exist in your vocabulary. Besides, 10 minutes wasn’t going to hurt anyone, and you still had plenty of time before your meeting.
“Fine, okay. Just… be quick” you panted, your body now feeling too hot after getting so riled up.
“I love you so fucking much, y’know that. Love when it’s just us like this” he sighed appreciatively, finally releasing your legs from their confides and drawing his own leg back before he hooked his hand under your knee and drew your leg back, so he had proper access to your pussy. Your underwear were pretty flimsy so he didn’t feel the need to take them off, and with such limited time it felt like a waste when he could just push them to the side.
“Put me in, baby. Already so hard f’you”
He tiled his hips back to give you room while squeezing your breast again, his fingers finding your nipple and casually stroking and tugging at it. The sting was dizzying, making your hand fumble as you nudged your underwear to the side and reached behind you and between your bodies to wrap around his cock.
Harry let out a shuddered whimper in your ear at the feeling of your hand grabbing his cock. He was already so hard just like he said but you gave him a few tugs anyway and guided him to your pussy, his tip sliding between your folds then pressing to your entrance. As soon as he was in position, he nudged his hips forward and started sliding slowly into you.
You let out a choked moan at the feeling of his cock pushing past your entrance for the first time, the sensitive nerves in that area being stimulated all at once. He made sure to be gentle as your hand disappeared from his cock and grabbed onto his forearm again, knowing that you hadn’t been prepped with any fingers beforehand.
“Oh god, H…” you whimpered, head tilting back onto his shoulder.
“I know… I know baby. Feels so fucking good” he moaned back, right into your ear. He kept pressing inside you until he couldn’t move any longer, then he paused to give you a moment to adjust to the ache his cock caused.
“Move… please” you whispered, reaching back to grab onto his hip and dig your fingers there. Harry loved that, and the appreciative moan he let out when your nails dug into his toned hip showed it. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, but it was quickly replaced with a gaped mouth as he started rocking into you gently.
After a few thrusts he was fully sheathed inside you and was able to thrust easier and smoother. He got in a steady rhythm quickly, slow languid thrusts but hard and firmly stimulating your g-spot. His hand pulling your leg back gave him the perfect access to you, your bodies rocking together with every thrust.
“Oh baby… feels so good” you whimpered, back arching against his. Sweat was starting to collect on your bodies, even though everything so far had been done with little exertion.
Your bodies had truly morphed into one, your nerves truly alive and alert to everything the other person did. Maybe it was the early morning sensitivity your bodies had before truly being awake, or the cold air that made you so sensitive to each other’s touch.
Your breathing, little readjustments of fingers or grips, the way Harry’s breathing had grown heavier and heavier in your ear. Every little movement was sending you wild.
“Touch your clit baby, want you to cum” he mumbled, unable to reach your clit with how full his hands were. He decided to switch breasts at this moment, making sure the other was properly stimulated as well. The more he played with your nipples the puffier and redder they became, and his eyes became fixated on them and the way they bounced with every rocking movement.
Your hand reached down to connect to your clit and the moment you did you could just tell it wouldn’t be long before you were orgasming. When you two had morning sex like this it barely lasted a full 10 minutes like Harry claimed it needed. It wasn’t a matter of trying to last long or have long foreplay or multiple rounds, it was only about intimacy and love and something quick and special to start your day off well.
Harry had a theory about what your morning did to the rest of the day. He claimed that the way you started your day defined the rest of it. A morning well spent doing what you loved - whether that be yoga, a few pages of your favourite book, a catch up on your phone (his least favourite thing in the world), or morning sex with the love of your life – produced a wonderful day compared to one where you slept through your alarm or woke up in a cold bed with your lover nowhere to be seen.
So today, today was going to be a wonderful day.
“Harry” you whimpered, your fingers digging into his ass to draw him closer while you tilted your head in search for his lips. “Kiss… please”
“’m right here, angel. Right here” he soothed, adjusting his body so he was propped up on the elbow underneath your head and hovered slightly above you instead of directly behind you. With this new angle he was deeper and firmer against your g-spot and it had you gasping.
Your hand that was on his ass came up to cup his jaw, guiding his mouth down to connect with yours. The morning breath didn’t matter, neither did the fact that your hair was a rat’s nest and you both still had sleep in your eyes. It was just a kiss of utter love and desperation, your mouths pressed together only for a second before you had to break off to breathe.
The room was filled with simple sounds; your heavy panting, the wet sound of Harry’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy, his balls slapping against your ass. You were so close to coming you could barely think, and your body was growing hotter and tensing up in preparation for it. Harry was getting closer to, his thrusts growing sloppier and his abs contorting and aching.
“Gonna cum baby, you nearly there?” he asked, kissing you gently even though he already knew the answer. He knew the feeling of your impending orgasm around his cock like the back of his hand and he also knew every other visible sign your body gave when you were nearly there.
Still, he liked to hear it. He loved to hear that he was the one to make you come, that you were getting close for him and him only.
“Yes… so close, H. So so close” you sighed, cradling his jaw so he wouldn’t part any further than the millimetre distance between your mouths. “Just keep going, don’t stop baby” you rubbed your fingers harder against your clit, feeling that tingly sensation that arrived right before you came.
“Won’t stop, don’t worry” he assured you, kissing you again and sliding his hand further up your thigh so he could dig his fingers right into the sensitive meaty part. That usually did it and tonight was no different. You were already so on edge that the dig of his nails into your inner thigh was all it took for your body to seize and those delicious waves of pleasure to roll through you.
With a whimper of Harry’s name, you pressed your mouth to his once again, his hips stuttering as he came hard into you. His hand dropping your leg to cup your face in return, moaning into your mouth and holding you so close to him. You both carried out your highs just like this, panting and whimpering into each other’s mouths and refusing to unglue your bodies from each other.
“What time is it?” Harry breathed, caressing his fingers along your cheek. He still hadn’t slid out of you yet, neither of you wanting to move a muscle. You reached behind you and grabbed your phone to show him the time: 8:18am. He smirked and slid his hand down from your face to cup just underneath your jaw. “Did it in only 8 minutes and now we still have 12 until you absolutely must be up for work” he raised a brow suggestively.
You knew what he was suggesting; that mischievous glint in his eyes now that he was wide awake and at his full annoying self. After giving you a cream pie, Harry loved to jump straight in the shower with you and wash you clean, which usually ended with his fingers fucking his cum back into you and making you orgasm again. Or, a round two where he used his cum as lube to fuck another load into you.
It was soft and full of heated kisses, something that took a lot longer than 12 minutes.
“Harry, we can’t” you gave him a look that meant ‘don’t argue’ but he completely ignored it anyway.
“Come on, just a quick shower. 10 minutes tops” he bit his lip to hide a cheeky grin, his fingers caressing down your neck and making you dangerously close to screaming.
Again, you couldn’t help but give in to him.
“Fine, but we get in and get out. Understand? No funny business” you warned, waving your finger in his face.
He laughed and caught your hand, pressing kisses to your fingertips. “That, I can do”
That, he cannot do. His ’10 minutes tops’ turned into 20 minutes when he decided to get on his knees and lick you clean instead of washing you clean. Still… you wouldn’t have traded your 40-minute wakeup call for anything.
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watermelonlovershigh · 5 months
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A Chilly Nights Sleep ❄🛌 /blurb/
AN: i wanted to write something that had to do with the weather getting cooler outside so i came up with this little blurb. i hope you enjoyyyyy!!!!! please remember to leave your feedback. much appreciation.
This story contains: pure fluff
{ youngish dadrry - husbandrry - soft!harry - dunkirk harry era - Masie-(May-z-e) }
word count- 703
Your daughter Maise wakes up to her room being cold and decides she wants to finish her night of sleep in-between her parents so they can keep her warm.
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It's currently three in the morning on November 2nd and little miss Maise just woke up in her big girl bed, shivering from the cold. Maise is your four year old daughter and for the most part has no issue sleeping in her own room which is just down the hall from yours and Harry's bedroom. Unless she's sick or had a bad dream she'll usually stay put in her room until the morning sun peeks through her curtains and wakes her up. But now, her issue is that she's cold.
Of course Maise has blankets on her bed but the air around her is fridged. So the only logical thing to do in her four year old mind is go in her parents room to wake them up and ask to sleep in their bed.
Maise climbs out of her big girl bed and quickly walks down the hall into the room you and Harry are fast asleep in. Harry's on his tummy with his face facing the outer edge of the bed and you're cuddled up to his right side. You both somehow stay asleep when your daughter opens and closes your bedroom door and it isn't until her tiny hands come to gently pat Harry's face that one of you arouse from your sleep.
Grumbling, Harry can vaguely feel something touch his face. Then once he comes to a bit more, he realizes its his four year old daughter. That has him quickly sitting up in bed, now in dad mode. Worried something had happened. "What? What is'it, baby? Somethin' the matter? Are you sick?" He's really just rambling at this point which is something Harry does when he starts to worry.
Though it's pretty dark in the bedroom, there's just enough light from the street lights outside the window for her to look up at her father and shake her head no while answering, "No daddy. My room got cold and I wanted to sleep with you and mummy. So you could keep me warm." All the stress leaves Harry's body and his heart expands twice its size.
Reaching down, Harry scoops Maise up from under her armpits and lifts her in his lap. "Course you can, my little love. We'll keep you nice and warm." She leans forward to embrace her daddy in a hug which he takes a moment to hug her back. But then it's time to lay back down and go to sleep so he helps situate her in the middle of the bed and lays down again himself.
Maise quickly scoots over to give you a cuddle. You somehow stayed asleep through all the comotion. You are a pretty deep sleeper. But once you feel the familiar embrace, you flutter your eyes open and see your daughter now in bed with you. "Hi, baby," you croak out, "what'r you doing in our bed, hm?"
Keeping her voice in a whisper, your daughter says, "My room was too cold and daddy said I could sleep here so you both could keep me warm." Just like Harry's, your heart nearly explodes from how much love you have for this little girl beside you. The little girl you created with the love of your life.
Looking over her small body, you see Harry looking at the both of you, a sleepy smile on his face, and reply, "We will keep her warm, won't we, Harry?"
Harry scoots over as close as possible towards the middle of the bed so that you both are nearly squashing Maise between your heated bodies. He leans down to kiss the back of her head and then leans over to peck your lips. "Mhm hm, keep her all nice and toasty, we will. Can't have our little girl gettin' cold on us. That'd be a shame."
All the sudden Maise lets out a loud, "Shushhh!" followed by her muttering, "Sleepin' now. Quiet, mummy an' daddy." Harry and you just giggle at her sassy attitude and fall back on your individual pillows to actually get some sleep again. For the remainder of the night, you and Harry keep your daughter between your bodies to make sure she stays warm and never gets cold.
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lomllover · 1 year
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grammys day
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summary: y/n and harry are there to support each other at the grammys
warnings: so much fluff omg
pairings: husband!harry x fem!reader
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"Y/N and Harry over here, to your right!!"
"Jesus, they're so loud and demanding." Harry said loud enough so only you could hear which made you let out a giggle.
"That's their job, H." You turned to look at him and picked up your dress with one hand and held his hand in the other. "Lets keep going, yeah?"
As the pictures went on, the more Jeff nagged the both of you to hurry up otherwise you’d be late for your performance and Harry would be late for his. “Jeffery, calm down its gonna be okay.” You jokingly reassured him and climbed into the limo. “H, let’s take a picture.” You handed Jeff your phone to take a picture and smiled at Harry as he pressed a kiss to your cheek then made you face him so he could kiss you on the lips.
Jeff made a fake gagging noise and you flipped him off while still kissing your husband. “Okay okay, I think I got the picture. You can stop kissing now.”
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“Now before we move onto our next performance by Y/N Styles, I’m here with her incredible husband, Harry Styles!” Trevor said and the audience clapped. “I mean what can you say about this man that hasn’t been said, huh? Incredible album.. Mind blowing tour. What is it? 15 nights at MSG AND the Forum? Women throw their panties at this man,” He pretended to throw something, “And he puts them on and he looks better in them than they do.”
You were watching backstage and could tell Harry was very uncomfortable but what Trevor said next really made your blood boil.
“Easily the worlds sexiest man! Are you- There’s no competition! Sex. Symbol. Of the globe. Especially now that they’ve killed off the green M&M, no competition. R.I.P. This is the room, people. We’ve got LA’s very own Y/N Styles joining us now performing her hit song, Lavender Haze!” He finished and you smiled as everyone turned their attention to you. You had on a new dress since your other one was definitely too big to preform in.
The music started to play and you looked over to where Harry was sitting and gave him a small wave. The intro of the song started and you took a deep breath then began talking. “Grammys! How are we tonight??” You asked and the crowd cheered.
“Staring at the ceiling with you. Oh, you don’t ever say too much.”
“And you don’t really read into my melancholia.” You moved off the main stage just like you had rehearsed and moved over to the center stage because that’s where Harrys table was by and obviously you wrote this song about him. “I’ve been under scrutiny.. You handle it beautifully. All this shit is new to me.”
Those were important lines to you because after being not being in the public eye for as long as Harry, they obviously tried to cancel you for everything little thing but Harry didn’t care, that wasn’t the Y/N he knew and loved.
"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride." You held up your ringed finger. "The only kinda girl they see is a one-night or a wife."
"I find it dizzying, they're bringing up my history. But you weren't even listening," The lights went purple and there was fog surrounding the stage. "I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."
"Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say." You looked around the room and saw everyone standing up dancing. "No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me." You loved that line. Everyone always expected you to stay home, give Harry babies, and make him a nice warm dinner to come home to every night. But that wasn't what you wanted, you wanted your own career. Obviously you wanted kids as well but that was for the further in the future and Harry absolutely understood where you were coming from.
"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral." Harry smiled brightly and mouthed 'I love you' to you which made you blush like a teenage girl. "Get it off your chest.. Get it off my desk,"
"Talk your talk and go viral, I just need this love spiral. Get it off your chest," You spoke that line instead of singing it. "Get it off my desk!" You moved back to the main stage and everyone cheered loud. "Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say. No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me."
"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."
"Get if off your chest... Get it off my desk."
"That lavender haze, I just wanna stay." You moved back to where you originally started off at on the stage.
"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze." You bowed as you caught your breath then left the stage.
"That was so amazing, Y/N!!" You heard someone shout as you walked back to your dressing room.
"Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!" You called back and checked your phone to see all of your family members had texted you.
Mom
"Good job, honey!! You did amazing!"
Dad
"Can't believe my baby is all grown up, we love you Y/N"
Y/S/N
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"Good job, sissy. We were all cheering you on!"
Haz <3
"You did absolutely amazing, my love. I'll be in your dressing room in just a few xx"
He wasn't lying when he said that because a couple of minutes later, you heard a knock at the door. "Hey, do you mind getting that? I'm trying to get changed." You called out to your manager from the bathroom.
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"And the Grammy for best pop vocal album goes to... Harry Styles, Harry's House!" JLO announced and Harry his his face behind his hands.
“Harry you did it!!” You stood up with him and hugged him tightly.
“Holy shit, Y/N.” He hugged you back and pulled away after a moment to hug everyone else.
Harry took the Grammy in his hands and took a deep breath. “Wow.. Thank you so much, this album from start to finish has been the greatest experience of my life, from writing it with my best friends and my wife, to playing it for you, it’s the greatest joy. I’d like to thank Rob, Jeffery, Tom, Tyler, Tommy, Tom, and Y/N. Thank you to everyone who inspired this album, thank you to all my family and friends. I wouldn’t be here without you, thank you.”
You cheered with Lizzo as loud as you both could and smiled when Harry made his way back down to you. “There’s my Grammy winning husband!!” You pressed a big sloppy kiss right over his dimple and wrapped his arms around his neck. “How’s it feel to know you have two whole Grammys now?”
“ ‘S amazing, sweetheart. I believe your category is coming up next.” He winked at you and your face turned red.
“Oh gosh please don’t remind me. I’m so nervous.” Your eyes grew wider as you both sat down.
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“Here are the list of nominees for song of the year,
As It Was, Harry Styles.
Break My Soul, Beyoncé.
Just Like That, Bonnie Raitt.
About Damn Time, Lizzo.
Lavender Haze, Y/N Styles.”
“And the Grammy for song of the year goes to,” Jill opened the envelope and smiled. “Y/N Styles, Lavender Haze!!”
You stared at your champagne glass and you felt Harry gently shake you to get you to stand up. You looked up at him and let out a shaky laugh. “Oh my god.. Is this actually happening?” You asked him and he pulled you in for a hug.
“It’s actually happening, darling.” He pulled away. “Now go up there and get your award!”
You did as you were told and looked back at the screen to make sure it was actually your face up there. “Wow.. I didn’t have anything prepared because honestly I didn’t think I’d win. I mean I was up against Beyoncé and Lizzo, why on Earth would I win this?” You looked at the award in your very shaky hands. “Holy shit. Thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this song. Thank you to Harry for being my inspiration for this entire album, really. I wouldn’t be here without you, H. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You walked off the stage and went back to your table.
Trevor started talking again through the microphone and you stared at your hands in shock. “Oh my god, Harry. I just won a fucking Grammy.” You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes.
Harry pulled your chair closer to him and placed a kiss to your temple as you leaned into him. "Mum wants a picture of both of us with our awards, are you up for one right now?" He asked, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
You nodded and watched as he handed his phone to Lizzo then helped you stand up.
"Okay smile!" Lizzo said and you both held your Grammys up to the camera with a huge smile. "Perfect, I took like a thousand."
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It was the last category of the night, Album Of The Year, and man were you nervous. It was such a tough category against many talented artists but you kept reassuring Harry that he was going to win. "When you win, we're gonna go celebrate like there's no tomorrow." You ran your fingers through his hair at the back of his neck.
"Okay everyone, we're on in 5 seconds!" You heard someone say through the speakers and you put your phone in your handbag.
Trevor stood on the stage and smiled brightly. "To wrap the evening up, we have DJ Khaled and John Legend performing for us tonight but before that, we have one final category, Album Of The Year! Lets take a look at the nominees."
"Harry's House, Harry Styles.
Voyage, ABBA.
30, Adele.
Un Verano Sin Ti, Bad Bunny.
RENAISSANCE, Beyoncé.
Good Morning Gorgeous (Deluxe), Mary J. Blige.
In These Silent Days, Brandi Carlile.
Music of the Spheres, Coldplay.
Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers, Kendrick Lamar.
Special, Lizzo."
"And the Grammy goes to..." He smiled and opened the envelope. "Harry Styles!"
Everyone started cheering and you practically jumped out of your seat and hugged Jeff as tight as you could before pulling away after a moment and looking at Harry who had his face in his hands. "H! You did it, H!" You helped him stand up and then pressed a kiss to his lips.
He returned the kiss and then after hugging everyone, he made his way top onto the stage with you, Kid Harpoon, and Tyler. He took the award in his hands and smiled. "Shit! I mean-shit! Man.. Um, I’ve been so, so inspired by every artist in this category with me. At a lot of different times in my life I listen to everyone in this category when I’m alone, and I think on nights like tonight, its obviously so important for us to remember that there is no such this as best in music. Um-I don’t think any of us sit in the studio thinking, making decisions based on what is gonna get us one of these. This is really, really kind. I’m so, so grateful. I’m gonna pass it over to my collaborators who are- I’m just so uh, this doesn’t happen to people like me very often and this is so, so nice. Thank you very, very much." He handed the Grammy to Tyler and pulled you into a tight hug.
“I love you so much.” He wiped his tears on your dress and pulled back to admire your face.
"I love you so much more."
-
After you went home, showered, and got changed into comfier clothes, you and Harry headed over to Jeff’s house to hang out. Now you both were sitting on the couch with you in between Harrys legs with a wine glass in your hand.
“Okay but can we just talk about Y/N’s killer performance?” Jeff asked which made everyone look over to you.
“Oh gosh, my earpiece wasn't working at first and then they turned the lights purple and turned on the fog machine too soon and it was so embarrassing. They were supposed to wait until after I sang ‘I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me.’” You sighed and took a sip of your wine.
“Well you did amazing either way, my love. And you won your first ever Grammy!” He rested his hands on your stomach underneath your Forest Green Pleasing sweatshirt and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You put your wine glass on the coffee table and flipped over so your chest was pressed against Harrys and you closed your eyes.
Harry noticed this and ran his fingers through your hair. “You tired, peach?” He asked and you hummed in return. “Wanna go home?”
You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and pressed a soft kiss there. “No no no, you’re having fun with your friends. Don’t let me ruin that.”
He nodded his head slowly. “Okay, well just let me know when you’re ready and we can go.”
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You woke back up a couple hours later to all the lights off and the TV playing a movie. “Harry?” You looked up at him and placed a kiss to his cheek.
"Morning, sleepy head." He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.
You hummed against his lips and smiled. "Where are Glenne and Jeff?"
"They went to bed, I was waiting for you to wake up but they said we can stay in their guest room tonight if we don't feel like going home, it's up to you, lovie."
"I'm fine with anything as long as I'm with you." You let out a yawn then nuzzled your face back into the crook of his neck.
Harry turned off the TV and slowly sat up which made you groan. "Before you go back to sleep, let's go get in bed and we can cuddle all you want."
Once you got up to the guest bedroom, you took off your sweatshirt and sweatpants so you were left in only your shirt then climbed into bed and snuggled up to Harry's now bare chest.
"Darling?" You heard Harry say after a few moments.
You looked up at him. "Yeah?"
"Thank you for everything you do for me, I wouldn't be here without here." He ran his fingers up and down your back.
"You don't need to thank me, H. I love you," You grabbed his left hand and kissed his knuckles. "We're in this together, remember? ‘Till death do us part’ then even after that you’re still stuck with me. It’s just us, baby, it’s you and I against the world. We don’t need anyone else.”
“Let’s have a baby.” He blurted out and your eyes widened. “Shit- Uh, I mean, do you wanna have a baby? I’ll be on tour only until July and then we can stay in England and out of the public eye contact and-”
“Harry,” You interrupted him and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Of course I wanna have a baby, do you think we’re ready?”
He nodded his head. “I do, we’ve never been happier and I think it’s the perfect time.”
“Then let’s have a baby, H. I’ll stop taking birth control tomorrow and then we can start trying.” You yawned. “But let’s go to sleep now, yeah? We can talk about it more in the morning?”
“I love you so much.” He pulled you closer to him and kissed all over your face and down your neck.
You giggled and laid your head against his chest to listen to his heartbeat to fall asleep. “I love you too.”
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hi hi! here she is in all her glory! lmk if you want a pt 2. for when they start trying to have a baby, i think i have a couple ideas on how i wanna execute it! as always make sure you reblog to help my page grow, if you just like then that won’t do anything for me! have a good day/night i love you all,
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harrysblues · 1 year
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Clean Baby
The one in which Harry comes back from work, and the only thing he wants to do is have a shower with his newborn.
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After spending so much time working on his upcoming album Harry's House, the only thing Harry wants to do is get home to cuddle with his wife and his newborn. Y/N had given birth three months ago to a precious baby girl, Kennedy Gem, that Harry completely adores. He still doesn't believe how much he loves the little thing.
All he had wished to do since his sunshine had been born was to stay home with his family. Unfortunately, Kenny came three weeks early, and all Harry could do was rush through the last couple of things he had yet to arrange for his album release next month.
Even though he had been touring in America, Y/N's pregnancy had been kept a secret to the public. This means that not many people know what Harry has waiting for him at home, and how much he hates being away from home lately. The couple knows that they are going to need to start telling people soon, due to Harry going on tour to the UK and Europe during the summer, and Y/N and Kenny are going with him. However, they want to enjoy the most out of her without being bothered about how things are going, or people wanting to get their hands on pictures of their baby.
Harry got out of a meeting with Jeff and rushed home to be with both of his girls that he absolutely adores with his whole entire heart. They are literally the center of his universe, and the purpose that pushes him to be the best version of him everyday.
"Oh my baby, weren't you so hungry?" He heard Y/N coo right after he enters through the door. "You're the cutest thing I've seen in my entire life".
Harry is fast to lock the door and get to his family in the living room, and when he sees both of his girls on the sofa, wrapped in blankets because it is still chilly out, and Y/N breastfeeding Kenny while looking at her lovingly, he knows he made it. He is been dreaming about this his whole life.
"Hello my angels" He says while quickly sitting down in the sofa right by their side. "How has your day been? I hope fantastic. I've missed you both so so much".
He gives Y/N a passionate kiss, and they separate when they hear their baby make the cutest noise ever. "Yeah, sunshine. Do you also want a kiss?" Harry coos, and immediately kisses his baby's forehead. He is mesmerised with the way she's bonding with her mum right now.
"She's almost done, but she needs a bath. Your mum called and I got distracted" Y/N informs Harry. "She invited us to go to her house this weekend for a family get together. Gemma is also going".
"I'll call her tomorrow to let her know we are going" Harry answers. "But can I please be in charge of bath time tonight? I've missed my little ray of sunshine so much today, you have no idea".
"Oh, is that so? What about your wife?" Y/N says in a playful manner. "Did you forget about your wife when your daughter was born, or what?"
"Of course not, my love. We are soulmates, and I'm yours forever and ever" He says while burying his face on her neck. "You're the muse of all my songs, and the best thing to ever happen in my entire life".
Y/N looks at him, sees the way he is literally drooling over his daughter, and decides to agree to Harry being in charge of bath time. "Okay, I'll let you. However, you have to promise me that this won't be a recurring thing. Kenny is already so attached to you, if she starts getting used to showering with you she won't have it any other way ever again".
"Perfect, perfect, perfect" Harry celebrates. "C'mon Kenny baby, let's go get ourselves clean. Do you want to be a clean baby? Yes?" Harry takes his daughter from her mum's arms and burps her before cradling her in his arms and standing up to get to the bathroom.
"I'll be back in a bit, my love" He tells his wife. "Rest for a bit, put on your favourite show, but please don't worry about anything. You have been working so hard these last couple of months without me here, it's your turn to relax".
Y/N knows that Harry is doing the best he can to balance everything that's going on in his life right now. Nonetheless, her heart melts a little at how sweet he is being about everything. He is all she's ever asked for.
The couple shares a sweet kiss, and Y/N watches Harry and her daughter leave the room to go have a bath, so she doesn't hesitate to take up Harry's offer, and put on her favourite show.
Harry walks with Kenny in his arms to the bathroom, where he starts the shower, so that the water warms up to the perfect temperature for his baby girl, and he prepares the towels for when they get out. Then, he carefully undresses Kenny, as well as himself down to his boxers, and they both get in the shower.
Harry has his back to the shower stream, careful so it doesn't bother his little angel, while he holds her close to his chest. He did this for her first bath, because he was very scared of anything happening to her while in the water and he knew she was the safest in her daddy's arms. Ever since then, he does this as much as his wife lets him. He bonds with Kenny the best during bath times like this one, and he is determined to do this as long as his daughter lets him.
Once they are both completely wet, Harry takes a soft cloth, and with a little drop of baby soap, he starts washing his baby. She is sleepy in her father's chest, seeing as she loves listening to his heartbeat whenever she lays there. So when she notices her sleep being disrupted, she starts whimpering.
"Oh no, sunshine. Don't cry" He says softly to her. "It's just daddy cleaning you up, isn't that right? Didn't you want to be a clean baby?" Kenny stops the moment she hears her fathers voice, and looks up to him with the cutest smile ever.
"Hello, Kenny baby" He coos down at her. "It's bath time with daddy! We love bath time with daddy!" Harry exclaims while bouncing her a little and tickling her stomach. She lets out the most beautiful giggle Harry has ever heard, and he is completely sure he'll never get tired of it.
"How has your day been? Did you have fun with mummy?" He asks her softly while cleaning her body and shampooing the little curls she has started growing. "I'm very jealous that you get to spend so much time with her, especially cuddling. I love cuddles, you know that?" Kenny sees her father talking, and decides to start mumbling and making noises, as if she was answering all of his questions. Harry doesn't doubt it for a second, and he immediately starts talking to her as if she knew what he was saying.
"You love mummy's milk? Is that what you are saying?" The smile could be heard in his voice, as he was looking down at his precious daughter. Kenny squeals and slaps her little hands softly on her daddy's chest, making him chuckle. "We are so grateful for what she is doing for us, isn't that right? She is the most wonderful woman ever, and you are so lucky that you get to learn form her. You are going to be just like her".
The conversation carries on, Harry not once getting bored with the cute interaction, and he finishes giving her a bath and also, washing his body and hair. He would lie and tell Y/N that washing himself with only one arm wasn't difficult, but he would do it every day for his baby girl. It was very difficult for him to explain the bond he had with his daughter during these showers. The idea of her being completely dependent on him was something he thought about every single day. And he obviously loved every single minute of it.
Once both of them are clean, they get out of the shower and Harry carefully wraps Kenny in a very fluffy baby towel with a hood and bear ears on top. It was a gift from Mitch and Sarah for when she was born, and it is the cutest thing ever. Harry can't help but take pictures of her and send them to the love band's group chat every single time she uses it.
He creadles her in his arms again and wraps another towel around his waist. He obviously struggles, and he notices Kenny is watching him in the mirror when she lets out a very loud laugh, seeing her daddy drop his towel many times until he manages to wrap it in place.
"Oh my, Kenny baby! Are you laughing at y'daddy?" He jokingly reprimands her. "Does daddy make you laugh? Yeah?" He only gets more belly laughs from her, and he smiles so big, both of his dimples very prominent on his face, that he swears his cheeks are going to fall off. He is even trying to make her laugh harder, making weird faces at her while they both look at each other through the mirror.
When Kenny starts shivering a little, Harry knows it's time to get her dressed in a very cute pijama and put her to sleep. She was about to fall asleep on his chest after all, so he carries her to her bedroom and dresses her in his favourite pijamas of hers, decorated with little cherries, right after putting lotion on her with a very long massage. He loved pampering his girls, and he wasn't embarrassed to show it.
When she has her hair brushed, and she is ready for bed, with her pacifier on her mouth, Harry brings her to his bedroom so he can get ready.
"I know you're sleepy, sunshine. Let me get dressed and we'll go say goodnight to mummy, alright?" He tells her, while laying her in the middle of his king sized bed. He surrounds her with pillows so she won't roll and fall, although she is too tired to even move.
Harry goes inside his wardrobe to get into his pijamas really quick, and he looks at her playing with her hands at the top of her head while he is in his bathroom, doing his skincare and styling his hair.
"Let's go, angel" He kisses Kenny on the forehead, while picking her up and laying her against his chest. "We have to wish mummy a very good night, isn't that right?" Kenny softly coos, and Harry melts at the sound of her little voice. He can't wait for when she's able to tell him how she feels, or what she thinks.
When they get to the living room, Y/N is asleep on the couch. Harry quickly notices, and without wanting to wake her up, he gets down on his knees right next to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. "C'mon Kenny, give mummy a kissy so we can go to sleep" He whispers.
Right when he is about to get up from the floor to put Kenny to sleep, Y/N stirs awake. "Harry, cuddles please" His wife's demand earns a chuckle from Harry, but he doesn't think twice. He hands Kenny to Y/N, and he gets on the couch besides her to cuddle with the love of his life and his baby.
With the TV playing softly, the warmth of the blankets the three of them are wrapped up in, the feeling of his wife breathing, and the peaceful noises coming from his baby, Harry is in heaven. This is the best life he could have ever wished for, and he could never be happier.
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cherryjuiceblues · 11 months
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For the sleepover!!
What about something like reader helping Harry paint his nails and vice versa? Just random kisses, accidentally spilling nail polish and taking hours to choose colours🥺🥺
✰ boyfriend!harry no warnings.
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“You’re killing me, darling,” Harry calls from the living room. “Just wanna get pampered, what’s taking you so long?” You laugh to yourself at his melodramatics, as you finish gathering all the things you need to pamper him properly.
“I’m coming!” You call back, voice playfully annoyed.
Harry is sitting cross-legged on the sofa with his head resting on the back whilst he waits for you. When you plonk yourself down next to him, he rolls his head in your direction and flashes you smile. “Finally.” He wiggles his fingers that rest on his knees.
“Come on then, Mr. Impatient. Turn to me.” You bring your legs up too and you sit facing him, mirroring one another. Harry leans in quickly and captures your mouth in a sweet kiss. When he pulls back with an exaggerated mwah!, you can’t help but let out a giggle. Holding his hands you ask, “What colours do you want?” gesturing to the makeup bag full of nail polishes sat between you.
As he tries to decide, you focus on cleaning up his cuticles—a process that Harry begrudgingly lets you do (“Do you really need to bother?” to which you sigh and say, “Do you want me to do your nails or not?”). “I’m not good at picking,” he mumbles, free hand rummaging and making the glass clink together.
“Well you have ten fingers,” you point out. “So lots of opportunity.”
He frowns, “Hey, don’t make fun of me. This is a hard choice…” he pauses when he finds a soft shade of green. “I think this would look really pretty on you.”
You hum, agreeing. “I do like that colour.”
Suddenly he sits up straighter. “Can I paint yours, actually? I wanna put this on you,” he asks, eyes apologetic as you stop your ministrations on his cuticles.
“What’s the rush? I can do yours first, if you like.”
“I’ll mess them up,” Harry admits sheepishly.
So you end up treating your own nails first, cleaning them up whilst Harry sets the green polish aside and continues trying to pick colours for himself. His painting process isn’t as professional as yours, he’ll admit—having to clean up mistakes on nearly every nail. But he refrains from commenting on it, and you find his concentration rather endearing; the way he’s taking so much care over it, holding your hand daintily in his large palm. The seafoam green dries pretty on your nails—you think about the way it matches Harry’s eyes.
And when he’s finished, he sits back looking ever so proud, it makes you lean over and sponge your lips to his. Harry melts into you for a moment but then parts with a gasp—
“—Careful baby, I put my heart and soul into this paintjob!” Despite having nearly let a green drip stain your knee during his process.
You smile, pushing another kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I know. Thank you, I love them.”
“My turn now?” Harry can’t hide his excitement. He’s chosen a tender lilac that you already know will look so delicate on his nails.
You nod. “You only want one colour?” Harry considers it for a moment, and then picks up the green he’s just used on you.
“Maybe I’ll have this on my middle and ring fingers.” You smile, nodding again, and Harry captures your mouth in his as you both grin against each other. There’s nothing particular about this moment that has your hearts all mushy—maybe just the complete solace with one another.
“Okay,” you pull away slowly, “hands to yourself now, H, this is a serious operation.”
Harry gives you a small salute before you pull his hand into your own, unscrewing the polish and starting to paint the lilac onto his thumb. He watches you with his face resting in his other hand, wide-eyed and smitten; his turn now to admire the concentration on your face and your much-less-messy application.
Once you’ve finished with one hand and silently ask for his other, Harry leans in, muttering. “Kiss first.” You sigh but kiss him easily, careful to keep ahold of his freshly painted hand so he doesn’t thread it into your hair (he’s done it before).
And maybe you get lost in kisses for longer than anticipated but Harry is sure to have his other hand painted like the spoiled princess you claim him to be.
sleepover tag!
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