#twostepstyless advent calendar | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Sniffles

Fic Advent Calendar Day 7

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Harry always get's a little unwell when he finally takes a break after a long stint of a busy schedule, and Y/N jumps at the chance to baby her clingy, sick boy, who's usually the caretaker between the pair.

The Gavin and Stacey reference is purely self-indulgent, I reckon I could recite the entire Christmas Special word for word.

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback of any variety is encouraged and always appreciated - G x

Word Count: 1.6k

———

Harry had been sniffling since he arrived home a week ago. He always got a little poorly once he came home after a few weeks of having an intense schedule. Y/N is convinced his body just doesn’t know how to react when he relaxes or goes from suddenly having everything to do to having no obligations, so it gives him a lovely cold to force him to relax for a bit. He had been wiping his nose and clearing his throat for days, and it peaked during the night. Granted him running round various shops in -1-degree weather after a long flight and then traipsing round a muddy field the day after probably hadn’t helped his developing illness at all. His throat had grown scratchier, and his nose was running like a tap and when he woke this morning his body ached so much that a whimper escaped his mouth before he was able to bid his love good morning.

Y/N loved when Harry was sick. Not that she would wish an illness on him but when he was sick, he became the neediest, clingiest little baby known to man. As Harry blinked his eyes open, he groaned and shuffled closer to Y/N and buried his face in her neck, cursing himself for not shutting the blinds all the way when he got into bed last night as the bright, winter sun shot a splintering ache through his head.

“G’morning,” Y/N croaked out as Harry hummed in response, her fingers coming up to card through his hair, “y’feeling okay?”

“Feel like shit,” he grunted into her throat, the warmth of her skin soothing him from the shivers that wracked his body. Y/N wrestled one of her hands up to hold against his forehead for a second.

“Baby, you’ve definitely got something, your foreheads burning up,” Y/N pitied before trying to get free of his hold to begin her duties as Nurse Nancy.

“No, no, please don’t go yet, y’so warm an’ m’so cold,” Harry mumbled, looping his arms around her body to hug himself closer to her.

“Jus’ want to go get some supplies t’make you feel better m’love,” Y/N said.

“Five more minutes then go, ‘kay?” Harry’s voice slowed, seconds away from falling asleep again.

“The second y’fall asleep, I’m going to get up and get you some bits,” Y/N said as Harry gripped her wrist before depositing her hand back on his head so she could scratch at his scalp and twist her fingers through his hair.

“Not gonna, not gon-,” Harry yawned, “fall ‘sleep, not gonna fall asleep,” it took him a few goes to get the words out, and then suddenly as if someone had flicked a power down switch on him, he was asleep as if he’d never been awake in the first place. She waited a few minutes until she knew he was dead asleep, his arms had relaxed their grip, and his blocked nose and congested throat made him let out little snores that she was so fond of as she slipped his grasp. Harry was, usually, fiercely independent. He liked to look after himself and more importantly after others, he would rather have to slug away at a task alone before asking for help, as much as he enjoyed being pampered, he’d never outrightly ask Y/N to do it for him. So, when the opportunity ever presents itself for Y/N to look after him, she grabbed it with two hands.

-----

Her first stop on her ‘get Harry better’ mission was the living room, where she set up a little camp for him on the sofa, knowing he hated vegetating in bed unless he was there just to sleep. She popped a few blankets in the dryer so she could wrap him in them when he got himself settled and fluffed the cushions for him. She then went into the medicine cabinet to decide what was best to give him, she stuck to a multipurpose cold and flu pill that had paracetamol to ease his sore muscles and headache, leaving the pill packet on the coffee table next to his full water bottle that she would keep reminding him to drink from to keep his fluids up. She prepared a little snack plate of crackers, a little cheese, and some grapes that he could pick at if the notion took him and finally was off to boil the kettle to make him a hot water and honey with a dash of lemon to soothe his aching throat. She padded back up to their bedroom and stirred him from his restless sleep with a gentle nudge of his shoulder.

“Morning baby, got your little campsite set up in the living room, okay? Want you to drink all this first though and then we’ll get you cuddled up down there,” she nodded with a gentle smile as Harry came to, making grabby hands at the mug that billowed steam and a sweet aroma he so wished he could smell if it wasn’t for his blocked nose.

“Our campsite,” his voice was rough before he took his first sip.

“Hm?” she mused, pushing back his slightly damp with sweat hair back off of his clammy forehead.

“Our campsite, y’not going to leave me down there myself are you,” his voice sounded smoother after swallowing a mouthful of the liquid but also slightly panicked as he imagined Y/N ditching him to fend for himself, like she had ever or would ever do that to him.

“I’d never leave you,” she said sincerely, knowing he needed just a little reassurance.

“Then it’s our campsite,” he drank down nearly all his mug, leaving one last sip left. “Know m’sick but can I have a kiss please? Miss your kisses so much, it’ll make me feel better,” Harry tried bargaining.

“Drink that last sip and you’ve got a deal, Styles,” Y/N bartered as Harry quickly swallowed his honey lemon concoction, before showing Y/N the empty mug and pouting his lips out with his eyes closed. She huffed out a breathy laugh before leaning forward to give him a few slow pecks before Harry had to break away and violently sniff his running nose.

“Sorry,” he said meekly, “tha’ was gross.”

“S’okay, let’s get you downstairs and get some medicine, yeah?” she hooked the empty mug on her pinky finger before letting Harry’s hands settle in her grip as she pulled him to his feet. He shuffled slowly out of the bedroom letting some of his weight droop onto her as they got downstairs.

-----

Y/N had kept the blinds and curtains drawn so the daylight didn’t aggravate Harry’s headache any further. She turned on the twinkle lights on their Christmas tree, so the room had a soft glow and wasn’t completely in darkness. She led him to the couch and got him laid down before running to their laundry room and getting the warm blankets from the dryer and running back to get him tucked in. She knelt beside the couch and popped out two pills from the blister pack, handing them off to him, before unscrewing the lid to his water bottle so he could wash the pills down, which he did so gratefully.

“Think you’re all set, my love,” Y/N began to shuffle backwards to get herself up to standing so she could go strip their bedding to launder it and begin making some soup for him to eat later.

Harry’s arm shot out from under his mound of blankets to grip her shoulder before she could back too far away from him, “wait, please,” he croaked.

“Do you need something, H? I’m just going to go wash our bedding and start making you some food for later,” she smiled softly as Harry blinked slowly, his fuzzy head taking a little longer to process her words.

“Need somethin’,” his voice slurred a bit.

“What’s that? Tell me, hm?” the back of her knuckles stroked his flushed, warm cheek, as he leant into the wintery, cool caress of her fingers.

“Need a cuddle,” he whined slightly as he rolled onto his side and pushed himself against the back of the couch. “Jus-just need y’to baby me, just for a little bit,” he said, sounding slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll baby you whenever you want, lovie,” Y/N shuffled onto the couch to lie parallel to him as his face slumped against her chest. She ran soothing circles across his body before settling in his hair again, his favourite place to be touched.

“If m’head stops hurting later, can we put on Die Hard,” he asked, his nose-skimming her throat.

“Whatever you want,” Y/N said.

“Even though y’keep saying it’s not a Christmas film?” he clarified.

“Even then,” Y/N finalised. Even if he asked her for the moon while he was feeling poorly, she’d do everything in her power to lasso it down for him. “But jus’ know you’ve signed yourself up for watching the Gavin and Stacey Christmas Special with me by asking for Die Hard, and I get to say all the words along with it, ‘kay?” Y/N whispered against his forehead before kissing along his hairline as he nodded. He’d never agree to that normally, even on a good day, so he must be feeling really poorly. “Want you to try and sleep for me for a little bit, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s time for more medicine, okay?”

“Jus’ don’t leave, please,” he mumbled.

“Never.”

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas

492 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Good Girl O'Clock

Fic Advent Calendar Day 4

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Something a little spicy for our first Sunday in the calendar. Y/N finds out why she was crying so much about the missing bauble. Harry validates her feelings and lets her hop on for a ride for a bit of relaxation. Extraordinarily soft Dom Harry.

CW: talk of periods, and its a bit smutty

Word Count: 3.2k

NSFW - 18+ please

———

Y/N was out like a light last night, exhausted probably from all the excitement of decorating and then all the tears caused by the missing Christmas bauble. They eventually exhausted their search for the evening and went up to bed where Harry held her close under the covers as she sniffled in the dark.

“I didn’t ruin it, did I?” she had whispered into the night, her hands pressed against his chest as his own hands warmed her back as they ran laps up and down.

“Ruin what, m’heart?” He pressed soothing kisses to her hairline.

“Tonight,” she sighed as she pecked his bare chest in response. “We were having such a nice night decorating and then I started crying over the bloody bauble and I just feel like I put a damper on everything.”

Harry shuffled back in bed a little so he could look into her face, “that ornament means a lot to us. Both of us, you have every right to be upset, I am too. You didn’t ruin anything, okay?” Harry’s hand came up to push her hair back and caress her cheek as she nodded sadly. “Need to hear y’say it, baby,” he smiled at her in the dark of their bedroom.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” she murmured, barely audible even in the quiet of their bedroom.

“Louder,” his thumb brushed away the tiny, leftover, stray tear that escaped her eye.

“I didn’t ruin anything,” she said, this time with more conviction as Harry pulled her back into his chest.

“Atta girl,” she could hear the grin of his pride his voice as she buried her face into his neck as she placed three kisses on the warm skin there. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” Harry hummed in her ear, knowing she just needed to be coddled for a little bit. She felt her face heat up and a flicker of a spark ignite in her belly at the term of endearment as she nodded again into his neck. Feeling painfully shy all of a sudden. “Then my good girl should sleep. Don’t worry about it, I have a feeling the bauble will show when and where we least expect it,” he ducked down to steal a kiss from her tear-softened lips, “have good dreams, m’heart,” she heard him whisper as she blinked into a peaceful sleep.

***

It was early when Y/N woke, really early, so early that Harry hadn’t even stirred from his slumber yet. But Y/N felt hot, too hot, and a bit uncomfortable as if her skin felt too tight on her body. She kicked her legs free from their duvet and wiggled out of Harry’s grip as she tried to escape their bed to the bathroom to cool down, stumbling as she finally got up from their bed, tripping on the sheet she managed to take with her wrapped around her foot. Disturbing the dog in process, who had been lying knocked out on the foot of their bed, he raised his head to look at his mum who had woken him.

“Sorry, Vinnie baby,” she scratched his head as he hopped down from the bed and left the room to go find peace in his bed downstairs. She got to their en-suite and started by splashing some cool water on her arms and face before decided she did actually need to use the bathroom. As she went about her business, she felt it, the cramping in her abdomen she knew all too well. Guess that explains the hysterical crying over the Christmas ornament and probably why she ate three quarters of the bag of chocolate coins by herself too. Her period had come in with all the warning sirens wailing but she missed every single one of them. Stealing the spare pair of underwear, she kept in the drawer with the rest of her supplies in case she was caught unaware as she has been now, she cleaned herself up in the bathroom before hurrying back to the warmth of their bed. Harry had been completely unaware she had even been up as he was close to comatose lying on his stomach the only thing giving him away was the soft snores that escaped his parted lips.

Y/N shuffled back under the duvet to lie alongside him on her back, her eyes glanced over to the clock on the nightstand. 5:45 A.M. Harry’s body clock would have him naturally stirring within the next 45 minutes at the very most, but Y/N wasn’t quite in the mood to let him up from their cocoon of bedding today. She lay on her side facing him, his head was turned towards her, his cheek all squished from lying on the pillow. She thought about him, well, when doesn’t she think about him. Specifically of how he soothed her last night, she was worked up and he tethered her back down to reality and calmed her down. With soft touches, and playing her favourite Christmas music, holding her steady when she was trying to put the star on top of the tree, calling her his good girl, letting her be fussy over the colour of their tree lights, keeping her drink topped up, calling her his good girl. Fuck. Remembering it cause that little spark to set off in her belly again and for the heat to rush to her face and the pit of her tummy. She wanted to stay in bed with him all day, to be his good girl all day. God, her period was making her hormonal. She wiggled onto her side so she could stare at his sleep softened features, he looked angelic when he slept. The furrow in his brow was not existent, his lips pouty and soft and so kissable, hair flopping whichever way it wanted to with no styling product curling around his ears and the longer part on top at its curliest as it was freshly washed and air-dried. She couldn’t help it as she scooted up to him even closer, she couldn’t help it when her hand reached out, fingertips barely brushing his cheek, quickly swiping off a stray eyelash that Harry obviously felt her do as his eyes twitch but remained closed. Her fingers continued their journey up his face and into the side of his hair, combing through the strands and twirling curls round her fingers. Harry was awake now, but kept that to himself, he wanted to see how long she would go on for. It had been 5 minutes of twirling hair and fingers brushing the high points of his smushed face and Harry hadn’t moved an inch. He hadn’t wanted to, her gentle touches would usually be enough to lull him back to sleep but she was so close to him, and she smelled so good, it was stirring something else entirely inside of him. He revealed himself finally when her fingertip ran down the bridge of his nose and then her thumb rested on the full of his lower lips. Harry puckered his lips, pressing the softest, most gentle kiss he could muster onto the pad of her thumb. The miniscule movement still caused Y/N to jump and pull her hand away.

“Don’t stop,” Harry rasped out, voice gravelly from not being used.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered, still holding her wandering hand close to her chest.

“Been awake for a little bit, liked it, it felt good, don’t stop please,” Harry grunted reaching for her wrist on his own to put her fingers back in his hair to card through his locks.

He hadn’t opened his eyes fully yet, they were blinking heavily, she caught glimpses of her favourite shade of green with every sweep of his eyelashes.

“Y’so pretty,” she said, voice full of wonder as his eyes finally opened to see his girlfriend in awe.

“Says you,” Harry turned his head ever so slightly to press a kiss to the pulse point on her wrist, going back in for another kiss to her wrist, this time suckling slightly on the patch of skin as Harry saw her jaw go slack from the corner of his eye. “Need somethin’ from me, baby?” his gaze was slightly intimidating as he broke away from her wrist, all she could do was nod dumbly. “Gotta ask, m’heart, let me hear words, yeah?” his voice was still scratchy, it sent a zip through her core.

“Kiss, please?” was all she could manage.

“Hm, good girl,” Harry smiled as he flipped onto his side to face her, nudging his head forward to brush his nose against hers, pulling his head slightly back when her lips reached for his, teasing her. There was that bloody ‘good girl’ again, was he trying to kill her. She didn’t have time to even consider her life insurance policy when his lips finally claimed hers. It was a kiss full of heat, his tongue, skimming her bottom lip, pleading with her to open up for him which she granted immediately. Hot and breathy. Harry always kissed her the way she needed to be kissed in that moment without her ever having to say anything. He just knew. She felt that flicker in her belly again, and the heat rise and settle as Harry’s arms wound round her body pulling her even closer to him. Her hands found purchase on his bare shoulders as she clung to him. She needed to breathe but she didn’t want to stop. They’re foreheads pressed against as they panted against one another. Harry’s hands kept moving sliding down her back, fingertips brushing under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and dipping into the band of her underwear before her hands gripped his wrists firmly and pulled them back.

“Period,” she muttered at his look of confusion, that never left after she uttered the word.

“That explains why you’ve been wiggling around so early,” he giggled. “S’never stopped us before, y’okay?” he took his hands up to hold her face close, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose which scrunched up in reaction.

“Just feel a bit gross, don’t fancy the big clean up from that this early,” she mused, glad that she could have this open a conversation with her person. “Can still do you though,” she smiled softly, ticking her hips forward, able to feel where Harry ached for her, hard against her pelvis.

“Fuck off, f’anything we’re doing you,” Harry rolled her eyes at her last statement but accepting her boundary before he rolled quickly onto his back pulling her with him to sit on top of his thighs before she could even utter a sound. “Can I take the first layer off at least?” he asked innocently playing with the drawstring waist of her pyjamas. She nodded, feeling shy again, but raised her hips as he urged the waist down over the full of her bum before she helped him kick her legs free from the warm fabric. Goosebumps puckering over her exposed legs, he left her underwear firmly in place as that was what she was comfortable with. He moved underneath her, shifting her from being sat across both thighs to straddling his left thigh, that was still covered by the sweatpants he had slept in. “This okay?” he asked as he flexed his thigh under her, the full of the muscle brushing deliciously against her heat that radiated through the cotton of her underwear.

“Mhm,” she whimpered, “bu-but what about you, want you t’feel good with me,” her hands sought leverage on his lower stomach, nails digging into the exposed flesh, thank Christ he slept shirtless.

“Believe me, I feel fuckin’ wonderful,” Harry gripped her hips and urged her to start moving against his thigh as he flexed his thigh repeatedly to stimulate her. Her mouth opened in a moan before she stopped herself.

“Wai-wait,” Harry stopped her movements by gripping her firmly, in case she had changed her mind, “no m’fine,” she ensured knowing he was about to ask. “It’s just, can we- can I- can y-you,” she stuttered, her nails scraping lower and lower to the elastic of his bottoms.

“Ask me, pretty, ask me what you want,” he tried coaxing her, hands settling on her hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the exposed flesh.

“Can y’take your sweats off,” she uttered quietly as a smirk formed over Harry’s face that she missed as she kept her stare on her fingers. “S’okay f’you don’t wanna, I get it,” she added on quickly when she didn’t hear him respond.

“Lift up for me, beautiful,” Harry urged her to stand on her knees, hovering over him, as he shoved his sweats down to his knees before kicking his legs free. “That’s my good girl, so good asking me what y’wanted,” he praised her as he pushed her hips down to let her meet the warm flesh of his thigh.

He was rock hard in his briefs, she could see it, and it gave her the boost of confidence she needed as she began to rock steadily against his thigh, grinding down hard, letting her clit feel the most pressure as she let out pitiful whines and whimpers. “That’s it, look at you, s’fucking pretty,” Harry breathed, he didn’t know where to look. The way his hands puckered the flesh of her waist, the soft of her stomach, the way her thighs quaked when she brushed against him just right, whether to look at where her pussy met his thigh through her underwear, God, he could feel the warmth radiating through her or that face. Her perfect face that he thought must have been crafted by some higher power. The way her teeth sank into the full of her lip, the way her brow furrowed at a particularly good rub, how her neck elongated as her head tipped in pleasure.

Her hands reached for his briefs, desperate to see him hard and to get him off with her.

“Get me out, baby, but no touching after that okay? S’about you,” he said firmly as her cool fingertips reached beneath the monogrammed elastic of his briefs and freed his cock from its fabric confines, shoving his underwear as far down as she could without adjusting her ride on his thigh. He was leaking just from watching her, his precum bubbled at the shiny looking head before leaking down the side as his cock stood tall in front of her. He dripped down the vein she was so desperate to trace with her finger or her tongue, but she knew his rules so focused back on her own ministrations as Harry’s hands gripped her hips tighter as he urged her to move quicker.

“Har, har, oh my god,” Y/N whined loudly her right hand coming to clamp down on his free right thigh, her left keeping her upright with its palm flat against his pec.

“That’s it, baby, feels good, doesn’t it?” Harry taunted her, he could feel the elastic in his own belly tightening as he watched her get off, her eyes were heavy as she held his gaze.

“uh-huh, uh-huh, baby it fee-” she was cut off with a low moan as Harry raised his thigh to push even harder against her pussy.

“Keep going, Y/N/N, want y’to come, okay, want y’to come in your underwear from getting off on my thigh, yeah?” Y/N was post verbal by this point, just pants and breathy whines and moans left her lips as she nodded her head. Her left hand shifted, brushing against Harry’s nipple that caused an unexpected moan to escape his throat. Y/N could have fun with this, he never explicitly said she couldn’t touch him there. She quickly pulled her hand up and licked the pad of her thumb before placing it back down against his nipple and played around with, rolling it under her finger and pinching it, as Harry bucked underneath her.

“Har-Harry m’gonna…” she trailed off.

“Good, that’s m’good girl, get yourself there, baby,” he gripped her hips tighter as Y/N became louder as she chased her high, slumping forward as her orgasm hit. It started in the pit of her tummy and exploded outward like a supernova. Her thighs clamped shut around Harry’s left one as shudders quaked through her body as she moaned through it. Harry doesn’t know if it was her ministrations with his nipple, the feeling of the heat rushing to her pussy or the way her entire body clenched then relaxed just as quickly as the pleasure rushed through her nerve endings, but it tipped the scale for him too. The second her head tipped backwards and she wailed that she was cumming, Harry was praising her with good girls as his own cum covered his lower stomach and streaked across his chest as he whined watching her as the last rope of his cum spilled down the side of his softening cock.

“M'good girl, y’did so good for me. Look at that, didn’t even touch me and you made me cum so much, my special girl,” Harry’s blunt fingernails scratched soothing patterns on her skin as Y/N fought to regulate her breathing.

“Did good?” she asked quietly.

“So good,” he kissed her cheek before she turned her head to capture his lips with her own as she sighed in contentment.

“Need t’get cleaned up, m’love,” he tried shifting her off him, as he was currently covered in his own release and didn’t fancy letting it dry down on his skin.

She gripped onto his shoulders tightly, not wanting to let him go just yet. “Stay, please,” she asked smiling softly at him.

He pinched her cheek lovingly, “I’ll be right back, just gonna clean up then I’m coming right back t’you, promise,” he kissed the corner of her mouth and pushed her hair back that was stuck to her forehead. “Then we can decide what we want to do today, yeah?” he soothed her.

“I’ve already decided what I want t’do,” Y/N confirmed.

“What’s that, m’heart?” he smiled at her as she finally rolled off of him to allow him to sit up.

“We’re gonna stay right here in bed, all day,” Y/N nodded with finality.

“Okay,” he said with a grin standing to his feet to go to their bathroom.

“’Okay’?” she mused, sitting up on her elbows, “that didn’t take much convincing,” she giggled.

“After the show you just put on f’me, there’s no way we’re leaving that bed today. Pick out which Christmas film we’re watching first,” Harry threw the remote towards her that he plucked off the top of the dresser in the room as he walked into the en-suite.

“What a stupid thing to say, y’know we always start wit-” she called after him, turning the tv on.

“Yeah, yeah, Love Actually, only because y’fancy Hugh Grant in it,” he called back in as he ran the bathroom tap.

“I don’t see how that’s a problem,” Y/N sing-songed back to him, wriggling down under the covers again as she queued the movie, quickly looking over at the clock on the nightstand. 06:33 A.M.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

686 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

House Full

Fic Advent Calendar Day 23

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: We're opening two doors today, this is for yesterday day 23. Harry and Y/N's families arrive to spend Christmas at their home. Y/N is brave and goes to pick up her family despite being a nervous driver and her brother and his girlfriends baby makes the couple think about Christmas in the future.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback is forever appreciated. See you in a few hours for day 24 -G xo

Word Count: 2.5k

SFW

———

“Baby, f’you don’t want to do it, we can find a way around it,” Harry soothed Y/N, who was stood at their entryway table.

“What kind of daughter or sister would I be then? ‘Sorry guys you’ll need to figure your own way to ours because I’m too scared t’drive to the airport, you’ll need to get a taxi,’ doesn’t exactly scream outstanding host or daughter of the year, does it?”

“Well, I didn’t mean a taxi, I could go pick them up, my mum and her crowd could make their own way here, y’know they wouldn’t mind, or we could send a car service or something?” Harry crossed his arms as he leant on the wall, one leg crossed over the other as Y/N stuffed her feet into her shoes.

“Okay, first of all, we’re not letting your mum and family traipse across London when y’offered them a lift, secondly a ‘car service’ is just the posh way of saying it’s a taxi, so no. I’ve put my big girl pants on, and I can do it,” she went into the drawer of the entry table and pulled out the keys to the SUV that would manage to fit her mother, father, brother, his partner and their baby as well as all their luggage.

Harry must’ve been a mind reader because he always knew exactly what she needed, “okay, so I don’t need to leave to go get my mum and that lot from the station for about an hour, so I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay? That should be enough time t’get you there with extra time for traffic.”

“Yes please,” Y/N sighed with relief as she opened the front door to leave to see Harry follow her out as he always did before she set off on a drive and he was at home. The car was stationed in the driveway, ready for her to use, Harry pulled it out of the garage last night for her so she didn’t have to contend with that too. “Will y’check everything for me?” Y/N asked, shyly, she knew in her own head that she would know there was enough petrol, and that her lights were on and the tyre pressure light wasn’t illuminated, but having Harry check over all of that before her journey quelled her anxiety. Harry shuffled out in his slippers, opened the driver’s door and held her hand as she stepped into the car, switching the engine on and checking over everything on the dashboard and turning her lights on as Harry got into the passenger seat.

“Everything looks good to go, doesn’t it?” he asked her as she adjusted her mirrors and her seat, pulling it closer to the steering wheel as she couldn’t reach the peddles when Harry had been the last to drive the car with his giraffe legs.

“Mhm, think so, do I have enough petrol?” she looked at the gauge, as Harry leant over to have a look.

“More than enough, it’s 10 and a bit miles there and 10 and a bit miles back,” Harry confirmed as he plugged in London City Airport into the built-in Sat Nav in the car. He had made sure Y/N’s families flight was destined for London City Airport when Y/N said she wanted to pick them up as that was the closest airport and his nervous driver girlfriend had made that journey before picking him up so it wouldn’t be massively out her comfort zone having to navigate somewhere brand new.

“Okay, thank you,” she breathed out.

“Not a problem, m’heart. Deep breath for me, yeah?” Harry took a deep breath with her to settle her nerves, “you’ve got this, you’ve done the drive before and you were fine, it’s just the exact same,” he coached.

“Yep, I’ve got it,” Y/N said with an air of self-confidence.

“That’s m’girl,” Harry praised, leaning over the centre console and placed a sweet kiss to her lips and when he broke away, he had his phone in his hand, making a call. Seconds later, Y/N’s phone began ringing through the car speakers, “y’better answer that and be on your way, could be important,” Harry shrugged with a smirk, holding his phone to his ear as he slipped out the passenger door and closed it behind him, heading back into the house.

Y/N answered the phone by pressing the hands-free button on the steering wheel as she shifted the car into gear to exit their property and be on her way. She heard Harry’s voice crackle through the car speakers, “oh, thank god you answered, I’ve missed y’so much.”

***

“Oh my god, H, I can see it,” Y/N bubbled over the phone.

“See what, gorgeous?” Harry asked, he had his phone pressed between his shoulder and his ear as he pulled his shoes on and went looking for his keys so he could go pick his mum, her partner and his cousin and her boyfriend up from the train station.

“The sign for the pick-up point, I did it!” Y/N cheered as she switched lanes and slowed down to pull into the pick-up area of the airport.

Harry smiled to himself as he took his phone back in his hand and grabbed his keys, “I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” he said sincerely.

“Can’t believe it,” Y/N sighed as she pulled to a stop, still having a little bit of time until her family got through with their bags. “Have y’left yet?” she asked him.

“I can believe it, knew y’could do it, and I’m just about to, I’ve just set the dog up with a snack to occupy him until we’re back,” Harry peered into the living room to see their dog, Vince, playing around with the toy that had his treats hidden away inside that he had to work out how to get out before he slipped out the front door, locking up behind him and getting into his car.

“Oh, d’you need me to hang up?” Y/N asked, slightly disappointed.

“Nope, hang on-” she heard shuffling come from the other end of the phone. “Sorry, was setting up the hands-free in the car, we’re good to go, y’can hang up once you get everyone in the car,” Harry drove onto the main road, waiting for his map to give him the quickest route to the station. “Have y’heard from them yet?”

“Mum just texted actually, they’re jus’ getting of the plane now, by the time they get all their bags, shouldn’t be too long,” Y/N text her mum back that she was waiting at the pick-up for them.

“Did they say how the flight was?”

“Said it was fine, baby Mabel screamed the plane down when they first took off apparently,” Y/N giggled at their 10-month-old niece making the entire aeroplane know she was off on her holidays for Christmas.

“Of course, she did, m’excited to see her, she must be so big compared to when we last saw her in person,” Harry mused.

“Apparently she’s like a proper little person now, crawls at high speed and can walk if she’s holding onto you,” Y/N said, she’s sad she doesn’t get to see these milestones in person as they happen to her brother’s baby, but when she does get to see her, it makes it even more special. The couple chattered back and forth and just as Harry was nearing the station, Y/N piped up, “Oh! I can see them! I’ll go get all their stuff loaded into the car and Mabel’s car seat strapped in and I’ll see y’back at the house, yeah?” She wouldn’t need Harry on the phone to coach her through the drive home once she had the family in the car, but she would have the sat nav on just to be on the safe side.

***

The house was loud, a mountain of presents had appeared under the tree since all their families arrived and unpacked their Christmas gifts. Everyone had settled into their rooms and were now having a catch-up in the living room and kitchen. Jackie, Y/N’s mum and Anne, Harry’s mum, were tucked away on one of the couches, giggling and catching up over a glass of wine, the pair got on like a house on fire and were always like two old school friends seeing each other again after a long while. Harry and Y/N had just found out that their two mothers had recently spent a weekend away together on a girlie spa trip just to catch up without their children being there. Richard, Anne’s partner, Steven, Y/N’s Dad as well as her brother Nathan and Harry’s cousin’s boyfriend, Reece were milling around the kitchen having a few drinks and buzzing over the snacks that Y/N and Harry had laid out. Nathan’s girlfriend, Rosie and Harry’s cousin Emma were meeting for the first time and were having a chat about babies over cups of tea, Rosie having a 10-month-old and Emma and Reece had not long announced they were having a baby in March of next year. Harry had all but stolen baby Mabel as soon as she was unstrapped from her car seat and changed by her father. Mabel was obsessed with Harry, her eyes lit up and her little legs kicked wildly as soon as Harry began cooing at her. He was currently toting her around on his hip and Harry was on his knees with Vinnie sat wagging his tail in front of them as Mabel’s tiny little hand pet Vince’s head and let his silky fur run through her chubby little fingers as she giggled gleefully. Y/N had kept Vince on his leash while they introduced Mabel to him to keep him nice and calm and he got a good sniff and the joyful baby as Harry and Y/N praised him for being a good boy. Vince was always great around children but it was better to be safe than sorry but they could already envision Mabel and Vinnie being best friends by the time Christmas over.

Y/N was watching everything unfold from her position as a fly on the wall as she flitted between the living room and the kitchen to see that everyone was alright. She couldn’t even begin to explain how full of joy and light she was as observed her family. Granted, it wasn’t their entire families, they were waiting on Gemma and Michal appearing at one point during the evening too, but Y/N hoped that their Christmases continued this way and hopefully one year they would be able to have every member of their nearest and dearest spend it with them. As she looked around the room, she couldn’t help it as her eyes kept flickering back to Harry who was chatting away to baby Mabel as if she understood everything he was saying as she babbled back to him nonsensically. As Y/N’s gaze landed back on Harry and the baby again, he caught her. He had a bemused look on his face, silently asking if she was alright as Mabel patted his cheek with her little hand that Harry took in his, as a baby repeatedly slapping you in the face, no matter how cute it is, gets a little sore after a while. Y/N nodded her head with a soft smile painted on her face as Harry stood up from their place in front of the dog.

“Say bye-bye to Vince, Mabel,” Harry said as he waved Mabel’s little first towards the dog as Vince made his way to sit with Jackie and Anne for a bit of attention from them. “Let’s go see Auntie Y/N/N,” Harry cooed and made his way over to Y/N at the edge of the room. “What’s wrong?” he asked, as Mabel reached for Y/N’s finger to grip in her hand as she giggled at her auntie.

“Nothing,” Y/N said, “m’just really, really happy,” her thumb rubbed over the back of the baby’s hand.

“Me too, what’s got y’looking all starry eyed though?” He pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple.

“I like having a house full, it’s just really nice, as much as I was stressed out about us hosting Christmas this year, m’really glad we did it,” as much as they were surrounded by their family, their conversation was notoriously private, unable to be heard over the raucous laughter and chatter coming from their guests.

“Is that the only reason?” Harry asked with a smirk, hiking Mabel up his hip.

“Mhm,” she hummed.

“Y’sure?” he knew that wasn’t just it.

“Okay, so maybe I’m really enjoying seeing you with Mabel, makes me… think about stuff,” she let out.

“What kind of stuff?” he urged as Y/N remained tight-lipped. “Just say it, I could bet I’m thinking the exact same thing, jus’ want to, sorry, need y’to say it,” Harry pressed, wanting verbal confirmation that they were on the same page.

“I just think, that maybe, one day when if we’re lucky enough, how lovely Christmas is going to be with our own, y’know,” she said shyly, focusing her gaze on baby Mabel, who was distracted by the twinkly lights and baubles on the Christmas tree.

“Our own what, m’heart?” he asked.

“Baby,” Y/N whispered.

“Yeah?” Harry asked, happiness evident in his tone and the widest grin he could muster present on his face, causing a dimple to carve out on both of his cheeks.

“Yeah.”

“I think that’s a great idea, I mean, we could get to work on that now f’you really want, have it for next Christmas,” Harry said causing Y/N to look up at him giggling.

“You’re keen then?” she asked.

“Nothing I want more, was jus’ hoping you would bring it up at one point, s’your choice at the end of the day,” Harry said sincerely, “baby, you say the word and we’ll give it a go, yeah?”

Y/N nodded excitedly as she reached up on her tiptoes to press a sweet kiss to Harry’s lips before baby Mabel got jealous and began to squeeze her free hand in between their melded lips as Harry and Y/N giggled against each other.

Suddenly, the front door burst open and they heard a call from the hallway as Vince went running, barking to see who his new friend could be that arrived.

“Sorry, m’here, the better child has arrived,” Gemma shouted as she dropped her bag and stripped her coat and scarf off as her boyfriend shut the door behind them and bent down to appease the dog and quieten down his barking.

“You’re not the better child f’you show up late, Gem!” Harry shouted, as he passed Mabel off to Y/N heading down the hall to greet his sister.

“Oi! We couldn’t help it,” Gemma retaliated.

“Y’live a half hour away, you could most definitely help it,” Harry shot back as Anne rolled her eyes at her children’s bickering. Y/N smiled; her heart as full as their house.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

268 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Biscuit Foundations

Fic Advent Calendar Day 11

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Y/N brought home gingerbread house kits which Harry takes it very seriously and Y/N just can't stop eating the candy.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any nature is always encouraged and appreciated, love u besties - G x

Word Count: 1.2k

SFW

———

“Y/N, stop that’s for the roof,” Harry whined as Y/N broke the look of concentration that graced his features.

“You’ve got loads you’ve siphoned away into that little bowl, Harry. Why can’t I have some?” She reached over and pinched his love handle as his whole body flinched away from her touch making the perfect line, he was trying to ice, go a bit wobbly.

“Y/N!” Harry all but shrieked as he pulled the bag of icing up from his task before turning to faux glare at her as she popped another jelly sweet into her mouth. He reached over and pushed the bag of sweets away from her immediate grasp and into the middle of the dining table they were working on their projects at. “Y’can’t have them because you’re not even using them to decorate, you’ve scoffed half the bag.”

“There’s loads of sweets, Harry, part of the fun is eating them before you use them,” her fingers stretched out just tickling the edge of the torn open plastic wrapper as she tried to pull them closer again as Harry bet her too it and pushed them even farther away with his longer arms.

“There were loads of sweets, you’ve ate a lot of them,” Harry snickered before adding slightly smug, “don’t come crying to me when you’ve got a plain gingerbread house then,” as he went back to his icing.

“So, you mean to say, y’wouldn’t share with your lovely, amazing, shockingly stunning, hysterically funny, overall diamond of a human being girlfriend?” Y/N squeezed a little of her own bag of royal icing onto the tip of her finger before sucking the pad into her mouth before releasing it with a pop.

“I think the diamond lost a bit of shine when she ruined me icing my foundations,” he dropped the icing bag to the table as he held the piece of gingerbread, meant to be one side of the roof, steady as the royal icing hardened like sugary cement, holding it in place.

“Your foundations are made out of biscuit, gorgeous,” Y/N reminded him, as her own roof tile slid off her semi-constructed gingerbread house.

“And look at what me looking after my biscuit foundations has done,” he took his hand away from the slanted roof, “solid as a rock,” he beamed, impressed he’d managed to get it to hold. Harry now had a fully constructed gingerbread house standing in front of him, he’d even piped scalloped tiles onto the slanted roof pieces. Y/N’s was looking more like a gingerbread shack, a gingerbread garden shed if you were being especially kind. The icing had dripped and ran down the rides and if that roof piece fell off one more time, she’s going to make it a gingerbread house with a wide-open skylight instead. Grand Designs for confectionary houses. Harry was adding a little extra icing along the seam of the roof as a little extra support when Y/N thrust her roof tile and her bag of icing into his eyeline.

“Sorry f’eating everything, will you help me please?” she pouted. Harry pushed his own gingerbread backwards on the table and pulled her gingerbread lean-to in front of him to complete its renovations. Harry was having a fantastic afternoon architect with the gingerbread house’s Y/N brought home for her trip to Tesco. It’s the best 5 quid she’d ever spent on him considering how happy he was playing with it and thinking up his designs and picking out his candy.

“Y/N, I swear to god, if you so much as touch or think about touching those peppermint candies…” Harry tailed off, having seen her hand twitch towards the red and white stripped mints.

Y/N let out the loudest groan she could muster, “what are you even using those ones for?”

“Stepping stones to the front door!” Harry exclaimed, as if she should have known that already. “I’m going to tie y’hands together behind your back,” he muttered as he managed to stick her house together properly now and have it standing on its own.

“M’kay,” she said, a suggestive tone evident as she quirked her eyebrow and held her hands out to him, wrists pressed together.

He took her wrists between his hands and squeezed, “get y’mind out the gutter,” he said lowly before bringing her hands up to his mouth pressing a smattering of kisses across her hands and the tips of her fingers where he could taste remnants of the sugary sweets she had been picking at.

“Hey, you said it, not me,” she giggled as she looked at him fondly, his dimples etched into his face, eyes crinkling as he laughed, a light layer of stubble settling over his face. “Can I decorate it now?”

“Mm, not yet. We need to let the icing harden for a sec,” he smiled as her nose scrunched at the idea of having to wait, she was so impatient it was quite endearing. The quicker she got to decorate, the sooner she could eat the leftover candy. “You’ve got some sweet tooth today, don’t you?” Harry held u a piece of chocolate encased in a hard candy shell to her lips, letting her feed from his hand. His thumb ghosted over her lip before gripping her chin to he could lean in and give her a chaste kiss to her sugar sweet lips.

“Mad it’s only two weeks until Christmas, isn’t it?” Y/N changed the subject as Harry started pulling the packages of candy closer to them as he picked up his icing bag again to begin decorating.

“We’ve been busy to be fair, but it’s flying by, what date is everyone coming to us?” Harry asked as he carefully made little icicles and drips of snow around the peaks of his roof with the white icing. Y/N was going at hers with a little more reckless abandon, pressing sweets of every colour and variety wherever she fancied. One candy for the house, one for her, as she alternated eating and decorating.

“23rd,” she mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate, before reaching over and feeding Harry one of the peppermint candies that was going spare, his mouth finding it in her grip without looking.

“Wonder if the gingerbread houses will last until then?” he put his icing down to look at her as a look passed over her face as if he had just said the most ridiculous statement known to man.

“Harry, we’re demolishing these with these with a cup of tea for dessert tonight.”

“Of course, we are,” he reached over to squish her cheek before tugging her by the arms to sit on his lap, “help me with the jelly sweets on the roof?” He asked, unveiling the little bowl he had siphoned the sweets away into, the bowl holding a lot more than necessary. As Harry intended, so he could feed her the brightly coloured jellies after ever one he placed down onto his picture-perfect gingerbread house.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #harry imagine #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas #harry styles comfort

258 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

‘And Guest’

Fic Advent Calendar Day 5

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Harry and Y/N have to go to a Christmas dinner party with all the rich posh people from the business side of Harry's career. That's if he ever gets ready. Tiny portion sizes should be banned on good food.

Word Count: 2.3k

SFW

———

Who organises a Christmas party for a Monday night? Rich, businesspeople who have nowhere to be the next morning, that’s who. The kind of party where the invites are given out to the managers and publicists and decide for you if you were going to attend. Y/N knew what she was getting into being Harry’s other half. That was always how she was going to be seen to that side of Harry’s life. She was always going to be Harry’s other half, Harry’s missus, Harry Styles ‘and guest,’ and not Y/N, but she was fine with it. The people that mattered knew her as her own person plus she always got some form of amusement from these events. The other wives and girlfriends would swoop in on Y/N looking for a tiny crumb of gossip about her life with Harry. She had learned to keep her cards close to her chest with the women who acted like vultures. She had told them at one of the earliest parties she attended with them, that her and Harry had a very happy and active sex life, which turned into a story in the press about Y/N being a nymphomaniac and that’s why Harry was with her. So, she’s sure at the very least, she’ll get a bit of free entertainment from the evening. If they ever make it out the door that is.

***

“Harry, would you move your arse, please,” she pleaded, they had to be out the front door in exactly an hour’s time and Harry had taken it upon himself to clean out his junk drawers in their bedroom, something they had been talking about getting round to for weeks. “I love you and thank you for starting to do that, but can it maybe drop to the bottom on the list of priorities for right now, and maybe getting changed and ready for this bloody party move up to the top, yeah?” Y/N flew past him in a flurry of her silk dressing gown, hair already styled to perfection while trying to ram an earring into her lobe. Leaving a waft of her rich perfume in her wake.

“It doesn’t take me that long t’get ready, m’love,” Harry made no move to change his activities.

“See y’say that but me n’you have been together long enough now, so I know you need an hour, minimum. Guess what? You’ve got an hour, starting now,” she thrust her bracelet into his hands and held her left wrist out, wordlessly asking him to fasten it on for her.

“You’re keen tonight, thought y’hated these posh do’s,” his fingers moved deftly, unfastening the minuscule clasp, and gripping her wrist softly, letting the cool metal snake around before snapping the closure into place.

“I do, I can’t be arsed with it most of the time, but Lambert sent a nice dress t’match with you and I’m half ready now, so we’re going,” she retorted, a slight edge to her voice as she went to brush her teeth in their adjoining bathroom before she applied any lip products.

“Y’seem a little..”

“Don’t even fucking dare say it,” she warned him, poking her head out the bathroom door as Harry smirked, he was getting some sick enjoyment out of pushing her buttons this evening.

“Crabby,” he finalised his thought, as they stared each other down. Y/N was quick in her movements, sliding her slipper off before reaching down to grab it and threw it across the room at Harry who stood laughing, hands up to protect his face as the sole of the slipper bounced off his shoulder.

“Harry, I am wearing the tightest shapewear known to man, do not test me, Styles,” she shot back, a smile of amusement trying it’s best to tug at the corner of her lips. She knew he was winding her up for his own entertainment, but she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So, she decided to play her own game and rile him up, just in a different way.

As he kept his gaze on her, she walked from their bathroom until she stood in front of him and tugged the cord of her silk gown until it fell open and she stood in her shapewear in front of him, “I’ll let you peel my shapewear off me later if you get a move on.” Granted, the words peeling, and shapewear being used in the same sentence wasn’t exactly the sexiest line in the world, but Harry was always gone for her. He’d get turned on if she revealed she was wearing a trash bag under her dressing gown, and he was allowed to tear it off. The shapewear had her lifted and cinched in a way that would allow her dress to accentuate her curves and Harry’s knees about hit the floor as he drank in the vision of his girlfriend. “Ugh just imagine, all the lines it’s left on me from squeezing every bit of flesh into a fabric vice for the next 4 hours,” she moaned jokingly as Harry giggled at her.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, talk dirty to me more,” he snickered pushing the remainder of her robe from her shoulders before turning his back to unzip the garment bag, that contained her dress, that was hanging on the back of their bedroom door. He helped her dress, zipping her in and smoothing out the fabric that cascaded down her body. Finally, after she was ready, Harry decided he better actually get changed before their fun game of teasing ended up in her actually being annoyed with him.

***

Shocker, they were running late. Harry had decided he wanted to take a quick shower and that put them back another 10 minutes. Vinnie, their dog, was seeing them off from the front door, they had set him up with some snacks and Smooth Radio playing the oldies for him to relax him as he got left alone for a few hours.

“Now Vinnie, behave, and don’t open the door for anyone or touch the oven, okay?” Harry asked the golden retriever as Vinnie just wagged his tail in response, before Harry leant down to press a quick kiss to his head, hearing Y/N shout from the open door of the car service parked in their driveway.

“Get in the car, Harry, he’s not got thumbs he can’t open the door.”

***

“Mr Styles,” the gentleman on the door said as Harry approached, Y/N’s arm hooked round his. Doormen for a party taking place in a house, pretentious people things, Y/N rolled her eyes. The man looked down at his tablet and checked off Harry’s name before looking back up, first at Harry then at Y/N, “and guest,” he smiled at her as if it was a compliment as she unwrapped her arm from Harry’s and his now free arm closest to her wound around her waist and settled on her hip.

“Hi, yeah, Guest Y/S/N, pleasure to meet you,” she stuck her hand out and grinned at the doorman, in an overly friendly manner, acting as if Guest was her first name as that seemed to be what she was known as in this world. Harry pinched her hip as he tried to cover his laugh with a cough. The man shook her hand, confused, before stepping away and allowing them inside. The house where the party was, was overly staged for Christmas. Professionally decorated, obviously, there was no charm of it being decorated by a family, not a single tacky decoration or chocolate coin in sight. Even the Christmas music was overly sophisticated, jazzy, instrumental versions of all their favourites. There was no Paul McCartney belting out about a Wonderful Christmastime, instead the music seemed to make even Jingle Bells sound depressing.

Harry crowded over her as he removed her coat to give to the coat check people just inside the front door, coat check at a bloody house party! What next? He dropped his lips to the shell of her ear and murmured lowly, “behave,” as Y/N rolled her eyes playfully before he bent to kiss her lips gently, almost in a goodbye as the first of the rich bitch wives swooped in to take her away to try and get her to spill on what Harry was like in bed.

***

A few hours had passed, and the dinner where Harry and Y/N were reunited next to each other at the dining table. Don’t get them wrong, the food was insanely delicious but what is it with these posh parties having portions perfectly sized to satiate a weaning baby and no one bigger than that.

The group were sat around the main reception area now where there was idle chatter now, talking numbers, and all the big wigs in the room wanting to know the digits behind a tour like Harry’s and if they wanted to know that they invited the wrong people to this soiree. Harry didn’t know a thing about the financials of his tour, he showed up, played the show, had a great time then slept it off ready for the next one. Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him, she loved watching him talk to other people, he always looked so invested, giving direct eye contact, enough to make anyone nervous when speaking to him. He knew when to react with nods of the head and subtle changes in his facial expression. She was snapped from daydreaming about her boyfriend when she heard a low grumble emit from his stomach, his hand automatically reaching to hold his tummy as if that would disguise it. This is why baby food sized portions are never a good idea. Y/N, however, was prepared, she’d been to enough of the posh people parties to know what to expect now.

While the conversation buzzed around them, she leant across to whisper in his ear, “meet me in the bathroom in a couple of minutes, ‘kay?” she shot him a wink before standing to her feet, grabbing her bag, and wandering to the washroom.

A few moments passed before Y/N heard a light knocking on the door, opening it a crack to reveal Harry looked puzzled. It’s not like he was expecting to go in the bathroom to see her with her dress pulled up and her knickers on the floor, though he wouldn’t have complained if that was the vision that greeted him either. Instead, he got something much better. She pulled him into the bathroom by a grip on his shirt and shut the door softly behind him before opening her small clutch and revealing what was inside to him. Rammed into the tiny bag was a packet of crisps and two mince pies wrapped in a bit of paper towel.

“We having a bathroom picnic?” Harry’s eyes crinkled with his soft laugh and his dimples appeared as she fished the bag of crisps out her purse and opened them up.

“Absolutely, heard your tummy grumbling and mine was seconds away from sounding like a bear had moved into my belly,” she said before shoving a few crisps into her mouth as Harry followed suit.

“Swear to god, these have never tasted better,” Harry moaned, swallowing down his own mouthful.

“Hey that’s not fair, the food was delicious, jus’ the portion sizes that were…” she trailed off.

“Shit, the portion size was shit,” he laughed as he took another handful of crisps before turning the bag on Y/N so she could help herself.

“Yeah, think even Vinnie would turn his nose up at it,” she giggled, before crunching down on the salty snack. “Here, have the rest,” she stole one last crisp before handing Harry the bag for him to tip the remainder into his mouth, crumbs fluttering down his shirt.

“Vinnie would turn his nose up at a normal adult portion thinking it’s not enough, the boy’s an addict to food,” Harry laughed as Y/N unwrapped the mince pies from the paper towel, handing Harry his and sinking her teeth into her own. The buttery pastry melting in her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” Y/N wolfed the mince pie down in record time before wiping her hands down on the nearest hand towel and patting her stomach as she leant against the sink as Harry finished his own pie, before perching on the sink next to her, both feeling fuller than they did before their picnic.

“Thanks f’that, needed it,” Harry sighed pressing a kiss to her temple.

“D’you reckon we’ve stayed long enough so we can leave?” Y/N asked, hip-checking him lightly.

“Most definitely, I think all the guys think m’stupid anyway because I don’t know what the gross net profit of the South America run was…or somethin’” Harry looked confused as he repeated the question he received earlier.

“Aw, my little empty-headed baby,” Y/N nuzzled into his side, her tone teasing him.

“Hey, you’re the one who chose to date this idiot,” Harry nudged her playfully with his elbow before tilting her chin to press a chaste kiss to her lips.

“Mhm, and I wouldn’t change it f’the world,” she giggled, slipping up onto her tiptoes to kiss him again, before suddenly realising they were in someone else’s bathroom. “Go tell everyone your ‘guest’ isn’t feeling well, and I’ll meet y’by the door,” Y/N rest her chin on his chest before quickly kissing his chin as he stood back up to his full height.

“Yes ma’am,” Harry saluted, getting ready to leave the bathroom, not before shoving the evidence from their picnic into his blazer pocket.

“I’m texting the driver to bring us chips for the trip home,” Y/N said before turning on her heel to exit and go get her coat from the front door, “don’t take too long, think the stitching is cracking on the shapewear.”

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas

203 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Bratwurst and Pancakes

Fic Advent Calendar Day 14

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: Y/N and Harry go to the Christmas market to shop and eat, and Harry's jokes are a little too suggestive for a public setting.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any and all varieties is appreciated and encouraged!! - G <3

Word Count: 1.7k

SFW

———

With her arm linked with Harry’s, he led the pair through the crowded Christmas market. There were people everywhere, to the stage where you weren’t really walking round the market but more like a stunted shuffle. The light snowfall certainly fit the theme of the Christmas market, the sky coloured by the glowing lights from the rides and stalls as well as the overwhelming scent of cinnamon and food in the air that made their mouths water. They were suitably wrapped up, so they were protected from the biting chill of the air, heavy coats, scarves, and hats also let the pair fly under the radar while they were surrounded by hundreds of people.

“Shit, s’a bit busy, innit?” Harry gripped onto Y/N’s arm so they wouldn’t get separated in the heaving bottleneck of the entrance to the markets.

“It looks a bit clearer ahead, once we get through this bit,” she cosied in close to his side as he fought through the crowd into the opening of the stalls.

“Fucking hell,” Harry said as they were no longer surrounded by bodies and finally had a little bubble of personal space around them.

“It’s nearing minus 1 and I’m all sweaty from being with all those people,” Y/N whined, unfastening her coat for a bit to let the cool air permeate through her layers and cool her down. “It’s not even like, sexy sweat, it’s the gross clammy, hair clapped to my head and sticky skin kind of sweaty,” Y/N’s face scrunched in disgust as she fanned herself with her hand.

“Sexy sweat?” Harry asked, laughing as he unlinked her arm from his only to take a hold of her hand instead as they began to walk in the direction of all the vendors, Christmas music blasting through the air.

“You get sexy sweat a lot,” Y/N continued as Harry looked bemused, “when you’re post show, or post run, or post sex,” she wiggled her eyebrows, saying the last one under her breath. “You look all flushed, and y’skin gets all glowy and… I need to stop, it’s too early and too public for this sort of conversation,” Y/N stopped herself, trying to push the images of a sweaty Harry from her brain before she demanded they go home early.

“Hm, sexy sweat, I’ll remember that one,” Harry said, an air of arrogance present in his tone, before he flipped back to his soft self, “do you want to look round the stalls first or are you hungry, my heart?” Harry tucked their joined hands in his coat pocket. Y/N had forgotten her gloves and complained that she was going to get frostbite in her fingertips and that turned into a what if Harry didn’t love her anymore when she only had fingers up to her first knuckle and minimal use of her thumbs left. So, Harry stripped off his left glove so she could wear it while he wore the right hand one and tucked their bare, intertwined hands into his coat pocket.

“Stalls first? Means we can work up an appetite so we can try more of the food,” Y/N planned for them as Harry nodded before they began the maze of pop-up stalls.

***

“D’you think m’mum would like that?” Y/N asked pointing to a hand-painted nutcracker figurine, as Harry joined her back at the stall, he had left to get them two cups of warm mulled wine to heat them up as they really began to feel the cold. He handed her both cups as his fingers attached to her coat to fasten it back up for her to keep her warm. They had already wandered round a lot of the pop-up shops, having ended up buying an extra Christmas present for nearly everyone while they shopped. Y/N had managed to bolt back to the artisan who made handbound leather journals, that Harry was besotted by, to get him one of his Christmas while he got their drinks.

“Yeah, she’s already got one, hasn’t she? Could make it a pair for her,” Harry said as Y/N nodded as she pointed out to the vendor and artist which one she would like, as they began to wrap it up for the couple as Y/N paid.

***

“I wish the shop bought mulled wine tasted as good as the ones you get at the markets but it’s jus’ not the same,” Y/N took a drink from the little paper cup that was now heating her one bare hand.

“Also saw a stand that sold Bailey’s Hot Chocolate when I was getting these, can get one after if you want?” Harry joined their hands again as they stopped to look at a stall that sold wooden children’s toys.

“Sounds like you’re trying to get me drunk, H,” Y/N laughed.

“For some reason, I don’t think you can get smashed on mulled wine and a spiked hot chocolate, but m’not opposed to a trip to the pub after this,” Harry drank down his mulled wine, the spices doing wonders for clearing his sinuses before he got distracted by a little wooden train toy that was built out of letters to spell a name. Harry had one of these as a child that sat on his bedroom windowsill and the toy was making him nostalgic, he wonders if his Mum still has it, he’d like it for his desk at home.

“Who even are we? Going out, out, what will it be next?” Y/N said playfully.

“Speaking of going out out, maybe we shouldn’t bother with the pub tonight, I’ve just remembered I’ve planned something for Friday, two nights in one week is a bit heavy for us,” Harry laughed as he began to lead them to the next stall, selling bags of potpourri filled with cinnamon sticks, and pinecones and dried slices of orange, filling the air with the most delicious aroma.

“What are y’up to?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him as Harry looked over his shoulder at his girlfriend before shrugging.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out, sweetness. I’ll take one of these,” he picked up one of the bags filled with the lovely smells and handed over a bank note to the employee, shrugging off his change. He loved the smell of Christmas and couldn’t wait to have his home reeking of it.

“You’re being sneaky, and I don’t think I like it,” Y/N scowled, not a bit pleased he was keeping a secret from her.

“If I promise you that you’ll enjoy it, will you give me a little smile,” Harry pouted, but when Y/N’s face didn’t move an inch, he took matters into his own hands as his fingers quickly darted to her sides to tickle her as a shriek of laughter left her lips causing a few people turn round to look at the playful couple.

“Okay, okay,” Y/N tried to catch her breath, holding his hands away from her body.

“There’s that little smile,” Harry grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss on the corner of her upturned lips.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. M’starving now, can we eat?” Y/N spun on her foot to head over to the food vendors as Harry followed her with a breathy laugh.

***

They walked up and down, surveying what each stand hand, before splitting a portion of hot soup as their first course of their stall tasting menu, they had decided to partake in. Deciding to give ratings for each course. So far the mulled wine was a full marks 5 and the soup a 3 and a half.

“Do y’think they’ve got one of those German sausage stands?” Y/N’s eyes flitted round the bright lights trying to see any sign of the word Wurst on the menu boards.

“I’m not sure about German sausages, but there’s certainly an English one you can have a nibble on,” Harry spoke, his voice unwavering and deadly serious but as Y/N’s head whipped round to him, she saw the glint of mischief in his eyes.

“Harry!! That’s fucking disgusting,” Y/N slapped her gloveless hand over Harry’s mouth as hew jaw dropped to gape at him, but she was also desperately trying to hold back the cackle of laughter that tried to escape her, desperately trying not to encourage him. “There are kids around,” she pointed out, keeping her hand firmly over his lips, but she could feel his mouth twitching in a grin under her palm. Then he licked her. A big, slobbery stripe, licked across her palm as she pulled her hand away, “Harry, don’t be gross,” she whined.

“What?” he cackled, “baby, I’ve spat in your mouth at your own request before, I don’t think me licking your palm is any worse than that,” he smirked.

She gave him a deadpan expression.

“Look,” he pointed to another food stand, that was actually selling sausages. “I was only saying they have Cumberland and Lincolnshire sausage, not my fault if your mind is filth,” Harry pointed to the menu board.

“That’s not what you meant, and you know it,” she felt her face heat.

“Aw don’t go all shy, love, I happen to love your filthy mind,” he pulled her close, so to the public they looked like they were holding each other in a close embrace, but Harry was leaving wet kisses and light sucks to her neck, just enough to tinge the skin a slightly different colour.

“You’re spoiling for a fight,” Y/N mumbled, knowing he could hear her.

“I’m spoiling for somethin’ alright,” he broke away from the home he made in her neck. “How about, we go get some more food, then I’ll buy you those mini pancakes you like, top it off with a Baileys Hot Chocolate, then we’ll go home, and I’ll spit in your mouth again jus’ how y’like it, hm?” Harry asked, his voice low so their conversation wouldn’t be overheard.

“You’re annoying,” Y/N stated, as Harry smirked at her.

“Little bit, but y’love me,” he shrugged.

“That’s debatable, now go get me my bratwurst and pancakes.”

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #harry imagine #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas #harry styles comfort #harry styles concept

251 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Christmas Day

Fic Advent Calendar Day 25 - The Last One!

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: The very last fic of my advent calendar, it's Christmas Day (sorry I robbed you of the implied smut at the beginning but my smut is 18+ only and I wanted everyone to be able to read this) and after opening presents, a winter walk and a great Christmas Dinner, Harry and Y/N sneak away to open the gifts they got for each other in private.

As always, likes, reblogs, feedback of any and all varieties is forever appreciated. I can't believe I've managed to write 25 fics in just over 25 days!! thank you thank you thank you - G <3 x

Word Count: 3.6k

SFW

———

“I would put money on our mums being already up,” Harry said as the cosied under the covers of their bed.

“Mm probably, giggling away,” Y/N said against the home she made in the crook of his neck. As if on cue they heard the pop of a cork downstairs and the faint sound of the women laughing travelling through the floors of their home.

“That’ll be the Buck’s Fizz opened,” Harry rolled his eyes playfully at their mothers’ antics.

“Oh, leave them alone, it’s Christmas,” their fingers tangled together as they held onto each other, fidgeting with each other’s hands.

“That it is, merry Christmas, my heart,” Harry’s nose nudged against her forehead, urging her to turn her head to meet the warmth of his gaze. His eyes reflected the colour of the Christmas tree that was sat in their living room.

“Merry Christmas,” she whispered, smiling against one another’s lips as they began their morning with a kiss. Sweet pecks, innocent and quiet in the calm of their room. The dog had vacated their room at some point during the night, which as Y/N’s arm came up to hold his head close to hers as she deepened their kiss, Harry was thankful for. As Y/N shuffled in his hold, rotating so she was lying over him as Harry’s hands fell to her lower back, moulding her body to his as she clung to his frame, so close they could feel each other’s heartbeats reverberate in their own chests.

“Wait, wait,” Harry turned his head with a gasp, breaking their kiss as Y/N pouted. Harry slipped from under her and approached their bedroom door and shutting it tight where they had left it cracked for Vince to get in and out. He turned on his heel and stalked towards a flustered Y/N who was in the centre of the bed, “y’think you can be nice and quiet for me, baby?” he smirked as he kneeled onto the end of the bed, as Y/N nodded quickly. “Words first, pretty.”

“I’ll be so quiet, promise,” she whispered for affect.

“Good, c’mon, let’s make each other feel good, can be our little present to each other, yeah?” Harry hovered over her and stole her lips in a searing kiss as their hips gravitated to one another’s as the got lost in their sheets.

***

Everyone made their way downstairs in their matching pyjamas or rather Harry and Y/N redressed in their matching pyjamas. Their mothers were a couple glasses deep in the Buck’s Fizz and had poured everyone else a glass as they all met up in the kitchen before, they kicked off their Christmas morning.

“We just wanted to say,” Anne said raising her glass in the kitchen, gesturing to herself and Jackie, Y/N’s mum, “a massive thank you to Y/N and Harry for hosting us this year, it’s been wonderful so far and I’m sure next year, you’ll be fighting off family members wanting to spend it here with us,” Anne smiled warmly.

“To Y/N and Harry!” Jackie cheered as everyone clinked glasses and sipped on their drinks. Y/N had her back pressed to Harry’s chest as they both smiled bashfully before clinking their glasses. Harry pressed a kiss to Y/N’s temple and swayed them as everyone finished up their drinks. Y/N’s brother Nathan, then reappeared with baby Mabel clinging to him, they let her sleep as long as possible as she had a long day of present opening and toy playing in front of her.

“Good morning, Mabel, are y’ready to see if Santa came?” Y/N cooed at her, her index finger rubbing at her sleep warmed cheek as she tucked her head away in her Dad’s grip. Everyone shuffled into the living room to see piles of gifts deposited around the room, the crinkly, foiled paper catching the warm white lights of the Christmas tree and refracting little pieces of light around the room.

“Look, Mabes, Santa ate all his cookies,” Rosie, Mabel’s mum, showed her the empty plate that was set up next to the Christmas tree, “and looks like he brought you lots and lots of presents for being such a good girl,” Rosie’s eyes widened at the pile of gifts that Harry and Y/N had added to. To say they had spoiled their family, and especially the baby, was a bit of an understatement.

“Fuckin’ hell!” Steven, Y/N’s father, exclaimed, looking round the room at the presents.

“Steven, language!” Jackie warned, pointing to Mabel as if she had heard him.

“The kid barely knows her own name never mind knowing what me swearing means,” Steven rolled his eyes at his wife’s chastising over his granddaughter being near, “y’know we’re getting on a plane, yeah? Y’mum overpacked as it was never mind having to ram all of this stuff in as well,” Steven said to Harry and Y/N, who took residence cuddled up in an armchair in the corner that was meant for one person but they squeezed into together.

“Don’t even worry ‘bout it, we’re going to ship everything to you guys once you all go home,” Y/N brushed it off, “that’s your pile next to where Mum’s sat,” she pointed it out to him before he leant down to give his daughter a kiss on the cheek before shuffling back to no doubt get a quiet warning from his wife about his choice language when the baby was around.

“We’ll do our presents for each other later, yeah? Just by ourselves?” Harry asked in Y/N’s ear as he held her in his lap.

“Yeah, jus’ me and you,” Y/N confirmed as they watched everyone begin tearing into presents. Anne had gifted the couple new, matching robes, which they then had their photo taken together wearing them. Y/N got her traditional copy of the Guinness Book of World Records from her parents which she had been getting every year since she was six and somehow garnered an obsession with world records. Emma, Harry’s cousin and her boyfriend Reece had been gifted a weekend away from Harry and Y/N to relax before their new baby arrived in a few short months. Mabel had gotten a hoard of new toys and clothes but seemed more taken with the shiny pieces of wrapping paper she clutched in her tiny fists and waved in the air. Vince was in his element, the dog wandered round the living room, getting extra scratches and belly rubs from everyone. He had his own pile of presents from his parents stacked up next to his bed, that Harry, once he got down on the floor, helped him open. Vince liked to get the edge of the paper between his teeth as Harry pulled in order to tear it open. A new collar, a fresh tube of tennis balls, a new waterproof coat, because God only knows the dog has issues going for his last toilet break before bed if it’s raining outside, which meant Harry or Y/N usually had to stand with an umbrella over him as he did his business, and of course, he got enough treats to feed the entire golden retriever population in the U.K. Richard, Anne’s partner, had went off to make teas and coffees, now wearing his new jumper from Anne over his Christmas pyjamas as Harry began clearing up all the wrapping paper, acting like the stereotypical Mum on Christmas morning as he flapped his plastic bin bag open, which Mabel thought was very funny as she squealed and giggled at Harry.

“Are y’laughing at me, Mabel?” he widened his eyes and opened his mouth, playfully as he rustled the bag again to make her laugh as she screamed loud enough to rupture an eardrum if you were too close as Harry laughed at the silly girl, booping her quickly on the nose as her eyes scrunched up at the sensation.

“Harry, mate, I can get that,” Nathan tried to take the rubbish bag from him but Harry quickly brushed him off.

“Looks like y’daughter just left you a present of her own in her nappy, I’ll stick with this clean up and you can handle that one,” Harry laughed as he caught Mabel make that tell-tale face that she was ready for a change.

***

Vince must have felt like the pied piper as he trotted round the park on a Christmas morning walk with thirteen people following behind him. Harry carried Mabel who was wrapped up in a snowsuit to protect her from the icy wind chill to let Rosie and Nathan enjoy a calmer stroll minus their baby for a little while as Y/N held onto Vince’s leash.

“Good practice this, innit?” Harry mused.

“Hm?” Y/N queried.

“Jus’ for a Christmas down the line, we’ve already got one child,” he nodded towards Vince who was working off his zoomies from all the excitement in the house. “Just when we were talking about us maybe having another one, just with a little less fur and a little more human,” he looked at Mabel who was playing with the chain that hung around Harry’s neck.

“Y’picturing it?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah,” Harry sighed, dreamily, “I mean Mabel already looks a little like you, family resemblance and all, but I keep imagining one that looks a lot like you and maybe a little like me,” he smiles bashfully.

“I wouldn’t mind if they look a lot like you,” Y/N said, clicking the retractable part of Vince’s lead off as his paws lead him dangerously close to the muddy pond he went in yesterday, thinking he could potentially get away with having a little dip again. “Is the picture in y’head nice?”

“It’s pretty perfect actually,” Harry confirmed. Little did the pair know but their parents were wandering a little bit behind them, discussing the exact same thing, as Y/N’s mum took some sneaky pictures of them from behind, if you didn’t know it was their niece they were carrying, it did look like a perfect family photo.

***

“We’ve got this,” Y/N said confidently.

“Yeah, we do!” Harry tied the cord around his middle in a bow as they stood before each other in the kitchen in matching aprons that Gemma and her boyfriend had gifted them this morning as they began to tackle the Christmas dinner cooking. They had done a bit of preparation the day before and had a good few hours until they planned on sitting down to eat today, they were confident they could pull it off. Harry had worked wonders on the roast beef joint, which was slow cooking away all morning, he was chopping veg as Y/N finished off the soup course by adding the last of the seasoning and letting it bubble away on the stove.

“Oh, my loves! I didn’t know you guys had started,” Anne appeared in the doorway, quickly pushing her sleeves up and going to wash her hands in the sink, “let me help you guys out.”

“No, no, you’re our guest, honestly we’re fine,” Y/N tried to tell her.

“Nonsense! Let me stuff the turkey at the very least,” Anne brushed her off, getting everything out that she needed as Harry appeared behind Y/N.

“Told you she would have her hand up the turkey before we could even consider asking her to do it,” Harry said smugly as Y/N bumped him away from her with her hip so she could get started on her roast potatoes. “Hey, want t’give me a kiss first before y’fall out with me because I’ve cut the carrots too big?”

“Have you actually cut them too big?” Y/N narrowed her eyes at him.

“No,” he said far too quickly, “plus you have t’kiss me, says it on the tin,” he pointed to his chest where ‘kiss the cook’ was embroidered onto the apron.

“I’ll shove one of those carrots so far up yo-” Harry cut her off with his lips.

“Shh, I’m kidding, they’re chopped to perfection,” he muttered against her soft lips.

***

Dinner was, thankfully, a resounding success. Going by the fact that Steven and Richard were currently asleep on the couch, paper crowns from the Christmas crackers still on top of their heads, with Mabel who was also out for the count, cuddled in between them. Emma was on one of the other couches rubbing her stomach to soothe the food baby that had developed as well as her actual growing pregnant belly after the large meal. Rosie, Gemma, Michal and Nathan were in the kitchen doing the washing up which Y/N and Harry had fought with them tooth and nail about doing until they dragged the couple into the living room and sat them down so they wouldn’t interfere. Reece, Emma’s partner, had volunteered to take Vince out on another walk, after he too had his own Christmas dinner out of his dog bowl, then probably ate another bowl or so out of people’s hands under the table. To say the dog was as happy as a pig in shit was a bit of an understatement. Anne and Jackie were fawning over 80s popstars on the old episode of Top of the Pops that played on the TV as they nursed their glasses of wine.

“This has been alright, hasn’t it?” Y/N asked.

“Everyone seems happy, think we smashed it, m’heart,” Harry said proudly, watching as Y/N’s fingers went to the button of her trousers, quickly undoing the fastening and breathing out a sigh of relief as her unfastened trousers gave room for her stomach to expand and to let her food baby hang free. Harry snorted, he had been smarter and chose trousers with an elastic waistband that could stretch with his meal rather than have to go out with his trousers round his ankles when they would no doubt fall the rest of the way down. “I think Mum could be right though, we’re in for a nightmare when the rest of the family want t’come round ours for Christmas. Harry laughed, nudging his nose along the side of her neck as she was cuddled close over his lap again.

“If it ever goes over twenty people coming, we’re catering and I don’t even care,” Y/N decided there and then.

“Sounds good to me, means I can keep y’in bed a bit longer then,” Harry teased, “speaking of bed, everyone seems distracted enough, come upstairs and we’ll do our stockings for each other?” Y/N nodded, standing to her feet and taking Harry by the hand as they slipped out the living room and snuck away into their bedroom.

***

They had agreed only to fill stockings for each other this year, not requiring big flashy presents to convey how they felt for one another. Harry had just finished opening his, a new bottle of his go to fragrance sat next to him, as well as the candle he likes to burn on the road to make it feel like home, a couple of his essentials like gum, a new toothbrush for tour and she had got him a book subscription service as he had vocalised, he was determined to read more in the upcoming year. She’d also got him a joke present of a pair of boxers with matching socks that had a picture of Y/N’s face printed all over them, and knowing him, he’d be wearing them to bed that night, and finally, of course, the traditional terry’s chocolate orange to fill out the toe of the stocking.

“Thank you, my love,” Harry said as they sat cross-legged on the bed in front of each other, leaning over to place a chaste kiss on her lips before he reached down to collect the stocking, he had filled for her, “Merry Christmas, m’heart,” he smiled handing over the stocking. Harry had filled out her stocking similarly, her favourite perfume, some of her favourite sweets tucked down the side, he’d also booked them a week away in a lodge in the north of Scotland in the new year, which Y/N argued was far too flashy for a stocking gift but Harry retaliated by saying that the booking confirmation email folded up perfectly to fit in the stocking so it still counts as she rolled her eyes at him. Her favourite gift though, Harry had somehow found the time to handmake for her, it was another special bauble for their tree, similar in that it was a ceramic circle with a big thick, red velvet ribbon tied in a bow to hang on one of the branches, but in the middle of the ornament was a painted print of their dog Vince’s paw, with ‘Vincent Styles’ written in Harry’s best handwriting underneath the print.

Y/N pouted as she held the special ornament close to her chest, “that’s our furry little baby,” she whimpered.

“M’not sure about little, but he’s definitely our baby, was thinking if we ever have any more babies, furry or otherwise, I don’t know, we could do a similar bauble for them too,” he suggested shyly as Y/N quickly nodded before running her fingers under her eyes to sweep away the moisture that had collected there from the glittering tears that threatened to spill over.

“And last but not least…” Harry began as Y/N reached back into the stocking.

“The chocolate orange,” she giggled as her hand met something square, thinking Harry had just left the chocolaty treat in its box this year, but hmm, weird. It felt smaller than normal, felt a bit like fabric too, velvet maybe? Her eyes flickered to Harry’s who was chewing on his lip nervously as he nodded, urging her to pull her hand out the stocking that concealed whatever she was holding.

“I know you’re not one for big, public scenes, so that’s why I wanted us to do this up here, just us,” Harry said as her hand came out the stocking, revealing a small box clad in a heavy blue velvet, “can I borrow this?” he smiled as his fingers wrapped round Y/N’s shaking ones that held onto the box, not being able to speak, she released her grip on it as Harry stood from his seated position and promptly dropped to one knee on the bedroom floor in front of her with a deep breath and cracked the box open to reveal its contents. “I love you,” he began, “more than I could ever imagine being able to put into words or convey with actions, you are the most wonderful thing to have ever happened to me and I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to spend all my Christmases with you. I promise I’ll bend over backwards every year t’get your advent calendar on time, I’ll let you force me into wellies to go traipse round a muddy field to pick out a tree that barely fits in our home, we’ll put that bauble from six years ago in the middle, near the top every year,” Harry sniffed, pausing to wipe away some of Y/N’s tears that he silently prayed were happy ones. “I’ll take you to Christmas parties where we have to eat crisps in the toilets because the food was shit, I’ll shove my hand up a turkey’s arsehole whenever you need for friendsmas. I promise to look forward to your craft every year and use whatever you made me with pride because my wife made me that. I’ll chase you round the house with mistletoe because even when you act like it annoys you, I know you love it,” they both huff out a laugh through their tears.

“We’ll throw house parties and get pissed at home and go ice skating, preferably without any more injuries, and wrap the presents together and fill our home with the love our families every year. I’ll do it all, as long as I’m doing it with you, I’d just prefer if next year I was doing it with my wife, or my fiancée at the very least if the wedding hasn’t happened yet. So, what d’you say, my heart? Will you, God please, do me the honours and marry me?” Harry finished.

Through aggressive sniffs and sparkly tears that stained her face, Y/N croaked out, “did y’still get me a chocolate orange?”

“Yeah, s’in the drawer,” Harry laughed, wiping away his own tears.

“Then yeah…”

“Yeah?”

“I would love nothing more to marry you, gorgeous,” Y/N confirmed, nodding as fresh tears spilled over as she fell to her knees in front of Harry as they embraced on their bedroom floor, kissing through the tears they had shed. With shaking fingers, Harry plucked the ring from its cushion inside the ring box and slid it onto Y/N’s finger as they both looked down at the glittering token of their love for one another.

“Was that a good gift?” Harry asked.

“Yeah,” she giggled, “filled out the toe of the stocking nicely.”

“I thought so,” Harry was proud of his idea of placing the ring near at the bottom.

“I still want my chocolate orange though,” Y/N said seriously as Harry snorted in laughter, let’s just say the run up to Christmas had been pretty good this year, and they still had day 25 to eat out of their advent calendars when they went back downstairs.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

265 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Playing Santa

Fic Advent Calendar Day 24

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: It's Christmas Eve and Y/N still have some chores to do. Matching pyjamas and a takeaway later, Harry gets excited setting up for Christmas morning.

As always, likes, reblogs and feedback is eternally appreciated. Just the Christmas Day fic to go besties - G x

Word Count: 1.6k

SFW

———

“Harry, wake up,” Y/N smacked him on the chest, lightly of course. Their bedroom was illuminated in the blue hue of the steadily lightening sky as the sun crept up on Christmas Eve.

“Wha- huh?” Harry jolted from his slumber as Y/N hovered over him as she stood at the edge of his side of the bed. “Wha’ time s’it?” He croaked out.

“Quarter to 8,” Y/N said.

“What the hell, y’said we were sleeping in today,” Harry’s fingers blindly reached for the cord of his bedside lamp, fumbling with it until his thumb found the switch, casting a soft glow of light around the room.

“I said everyone else could sleep in, we’ve got too much to do,” Y/N clarified.

Harry groaned, blinking his eyes open properly, to see her standing by the bed with scissors and wrapping paper in one hand and a roll of sticky tape around the wrist of the hand that she slapped his chest with.

“What’s with the wrapping paper, thought we finished all of that the other night?”

“We had, well, I thought we had, I woke up like an hour ago and remembered about some extra bits I had tucked away for baby Mabel,” Y/N said, referring to how she had absolutely spoiled their niece rotten for her first Christmas.

“Jesus,” Harry groaned as he shuffled up the bed to sit with his back against the headboard then rubbed his chest where she had brutally woken him, “y’could have been a bit gentler with the wakeup call,” he pouted, it didn’t hurt but he wanted to see if he could get a special apology from her.

“Oh, don’t be grumpy,” Y/N chastised with a fake roll of her eyes, “and I did try to wake you gently, I done the running my hand through your hair bit that y’like and you slapped my hand away, so call it pay back,” she laughed as Harry threw his legs over the side of the bed and pulled himself up to standing.

“It’s Christmas Eve,” he whispered into the lowlight of their bedroom.

“It is,” she smiled back before Harry gripped her chin between his thumb and finger and planted a kiss on her lips, “mm morning breath, very Christmassy,” she snickered against his pouted lip.

***

They had nearly completed their chores for the morning, Y/N had finished wrapping Mabel’s gifts and had deposited them under the tree, Harry had walked the dog then brought him home to give him a bath when Vinnie decided to take a spontaneous swim in a pond when Harry let him off his leash to get him to run off some energy.

“This bloody dog,” Harry called out when he entered the house, carrying Vince in his arms so he wouldn’t run through the house looking a lot closer to a brown retriever rather than a golden retriever.

“Oh my god,” Y/N laughed as she met them in the hallway, Vince looked happy as he dripped muddy brown water onto Harry’s jumper, “what happened?” she gave Vince a scratch behind the ears before removing her hand to see it was covered in dirt.

“Vincent here, the little knob,” Harry uttered under his breath, “I let him off because the park was empty and he bolted straight into the pond.”

“Aw baby, did you just want to go for an outdoor swim like y’daddy does? Have a little Christmas eve bath so you’re all clean for Santa coming?” Y/N cooed at the dog who wriggled in Harry’s arms.

“It’s your rug if I drop him,” Harry warned, hiking up the dog who was far too big to be carried.

“Oh hush, and go give him a bath, I’d maybe give yourself one as well, y’look like you went into the pond with him,” Y/N sent them on their way with a giggle.

***

With Harry and Vince now washed and cleaned, matching fluffy hair from drying, the rest of the family awoke for a relatively calm Christmas Eve. They had spent some time organising their dining room so it would seat all thirteen of them for dinner tomorrow, fourteen if you count Vinnie who would no doubt be skulking under the table for scraps of the plates, a task that baby Mabel would surely take up. Tablecloths were ironed and laid over the tables and candles set in their holders, they had a small argument about which side of the plat the forks were supposed to lay that Jackie and Anne, their mother’s, swiftly put to bed by taking the bundles of cutlery out of their hands and sent them on their way as they took over to finish off the dining room. They took the privilege to order takeout for everyone for dinner as tomorrow would be a big cooking day and no one could even be bothered to look at pots or pans. Mabel, their niece, sat on Harry’s lap with her bottle sat in her own lap as she picked finger foods from his plate as Harry pretended not to notice but was really picking through his plate for soft pieces that she would be able to reach for.

As it was Mabel’s first Christmas, the whole family was excited to make it special for her, not that she would remember any of it and she was too little to really process it, but she was excited at everyone else’s excitement and squealed and clapped her chubby little hands every time someone cooed or spoke to her. Y/N’s mum was at another level of excitement of celebrating her first grandchild’s very first Christmas. After they had cleared up from dinner and everyone was in the living room, she appeared with a bag full of presents in her hand and began giving them out to everyone, even the dog got one. In a flurry of torn paper and trips to bedrooms and bathrooms later, there were twelve people, one baby and one dog in matching pyjamas that read ‘Christmas Crew,’ across their chest with printed trousers to match. Mabel kicked her feet and squealed as her mother changed her into her matching sleepsuit as Harry held Vince still as Y/N tied the dog’s matching bandana around his neck. Next was, of course, enough photographs you could make an entire album out of the one evening. Harry got one of his nicer cameras out and was snapping away happily and set it on its timer from its place balanced on the fireplace to take a group shot. Y/N’s Dad, Steven and Anne’s partner, Richard had begun dishing out drinks and snacks as the family watched on as Nathan and Rosie, Y/N’s brother and sister in law and Mabel’s parents, took her through the ritual of leaving out a carrot for Rudolph and a Whisky and cookie for Santa, which Mabel reached for to try and shove in her mouth which when removed from her vice-like grip was met with a shriek and cry of sadness.

“Okay,” Y/N’s brother said, reaching to take Mabel in his arms, “time for bed, I think,” Nathan waved Mabel’s little hand to everyone as fat tears ran down her cheeks as everyone waved back at her.

Harry moved into action almost immediately ready to play Santa for the night, he passed the glass of Whisky off to Y/N’s father, fed Y/N a cookie and then passed one to his cousin Emma and one each to Anne and Jackie and then he took an almighty chomp out of the carrot, leaving the top with his bite marks on the plate as if he’d just fed it to a reindeer.

Presents were set up and displayed for the next morning and the adult family members shared a nightcap and bid each other goodnight, departing to each of their bedrooms for the night.

Harry and Y/N slipped under the covers, still clad in their matching pyjamas as Vince padded around in his bed at the foot of their bed, trying to find his perfect spot.

“I can’t believe it’s Christmas tomorrow,” Y/N whispered into the dark.

“I can, did all the decorations, and gifts, and food, and general yuletide joy not give it away?” Harry’s arms gravitated around her body, holding her close.

“Don’t be an arse,” she laughed as he kissed the crown of her head.

“Sixth Christmas together in the bag, m’heart.”

“Mad isn’t it, did you ever think we’d get to six?” she asked, her hand slipping under his pyjama top she could feel his skin under her touch.

“Yeah, I did, knew it before we even got to the first one,” Harry said, no hint of sarcasm evident.

“Really?” Y/N looked up at him, brow furrowed.

“Yeah, did you not?” his thumb came up to soothe out the line created on her forehead.

“I mean I hoped, obviously, but these things are never set in stone, y’know,” Y/N explained.

“I get it, but I told y’that first year and I told you a few weeks ago, if the rest of my Christmases don’t have you in them, I don’t want them,” Harry pecked her forehead.

“I love you,” Y/N smiled.

“I love you,” Harry said then looked over her shoulder to see the clock that was sat on her bedside table, “and, officially,” as the clock read 00:00, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

Y/N’s eyes glanced to the time, “Merry Christmas, H.”

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

213 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Stuffing the Turkey

Fic Advent Calendar Day 15

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: Harry and Y/N host an annual friendsmas but there's one guest missing this year and Y/N is already stressing about hosting Christmas Day for their families this year.

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any variety is always encouraged and forever appreciated - G <3

Word Count: 2.3k

SFW

———

The saying goes, ‘if you can’t take the heat then get out of the kitchen,’ but that can be hard to do when you’re supposed to be in the kitchen preparing a meal for what was supposed to be eleven people, but Harry just dropped the bomb that it was actually going to be twelve people. He decided to tell her that this morning, not last week when he found about the additional person, who was apparently his mate Johnny’s new girlfriend. What is it with men and not seeing any rush in passing on information? Harry and Y/N were one wrong look or one more reproachful comment away from a full-blown argument at this point. 'Friendsmas' started on their second Christmas as a couple. Members of their individual friend group had met and gotten along extraordinarily well over the 18 months or so they had been together at the time and so came the idea to host a Christmas dinner and bring all their friends together for an evening and the tradition stuck.

This was the fifth year of Friendsmas. The cast of visitors rotated year to year, additional people brought in from making friends while working, friends from elsewhere who happened to be passing through London before Christmas, some people skipped a year for other commitments, some friends from their hometowns who came down for the event especially. No matter who was coming, they usually had a house full of people. Regular attendees included Mitch and Sarah who spent some time in the U.K. with her family before Christmas so always popped in for the free meal, and to see Harry in his frilly apron. Y/N’s childhood best friend, Audrey, also attended every single year. Well, apart from this year, she told Y/N a few weeks ago that she had a work deadline and unavoidable meeting the day of the dinner and to say that Y/N was devastated was an understatement. Y/N wouldn’t even be travelling to her hometown over Christmas this year, so she didn’t know when she’d get to see Audrey next. Her missing Audrey didn’t disguise how fuming she was at Harry though.

“I don’t even know if we have enough to feed an extra person,” Y/N sighed, exasperated.

“Don’t start with that, y’know we have more than enough, we’re usually eating leftovers until Christmas,” Harry shot back while stirring the soup they had simmering away on the stove top, “Christ, y’could’ve chopped the veg a little smaller, love, it’s taking ages to soften,” Harry said, he thought innocently but it sounded as if he was criticising her work, while peering into the bubbling pot.

Y/N’s head snapped round to glare at the back of his head, “I’d have liked to have even seen you pick up a knife to chop the veg, love.”

“Eh, excuse me, I sorted out all the main course options, did I not?” Harry abandoned the simmering soup to turn around, looking comical with his hands on his hips clad in his red gingham apron that was decorated with frills and ruffles.

“Oh please, you took everything out the packaging and stuck it in the oven and the slow cooker,” Y/N rolled her eyes, going back to her task of slicing carrots and parsnips to go with the main course.

“I had my hand up that turkey’s arsehole, stuffing it for you because it makes you feel sick, I don’t even eat turkey and I still done it, so don’t give me that,” Harry retorted, he watched her back as he saw her head bow down and heard a sigh escape her lips, “want t’tell me the real reason you’re all grumpy, hm?”

“M’not grumpy,” Y/N turned in her seat to look at him, sounding very grumpy. He walked over to where she was sat preparing the vegetables at the table in the kitchen and he perched on the edge of the table.

“Sure, you’re not,” he said sarcastically, before his tone softened when he saw her expression, she looked weary, for lack of a better word. “Hey, c’mon pretty, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just stressed about the dinner,” Y/N muttered, dropping the paring knife she was using onto the cutting board and began playing with a loose thread on her jumper, avoiding his gaze, embarrassed she had been quite rude to him.

“Why? This is not our first rodeo with having everyone round for this dinner, we’ve been doing it five years now, I think we’ve got it down to a fine art by now,” Harry looked bemused, they really did have a good system going for preparing for tonight, but one thing after another seemed to irritate each other and cause things to go wrong.

“It’s not this dinner I’m stressed about,” she whispered.

Harry placed his hand under chin and moved her head, so she was finally looking at him, “explain please,” he gently coaxed.

“Christmas Day dinner,” Y/N stated, as Harry’s eyes searched hers, “it’s just we’re having both our families here for the first time for Christmas day and I know we usually help out if we’re at m’parents or your mums, but we’re doing everything this year, and tonight jus’ feels like a practice run and we keep arguing and making mistakes and what if we ruin everyone’s Christmas and I don’t want us to fight on Christmas either,” Y/N spilled out, chin quivering with emotion as her lips settled in a downturned expression.

“Okay, first of all,” Harry said as he crouched down in front of her, so he was perched just under her eyeline, as he held onto her clasped hands that were sat in her lap, “we’re not arguing, have we said some comments that have annoyed the other? Yeah, but m’not angry or upset with you and we’re not going to argue on Christmas either,” Harry said with a sort of finality in his voice, as Y/N nodded, she knew it was just her mind racing away on her that was causing all these thoughts. “Secondly, nothing has went wrong today, we’ve went a long way for a short cut, but nearly everything is prepped, it’s just the case of putting it in the oven at the right time, isn’t it?” his thumbs rubbed slow circles onto her hands.

“Yeah,” Y/N looked around their busy kitchen, as much as they had had their moments today, Harry was right, everything was ready, just about, Y/N was in the process of finishing up the vegetables and everything they could have done was finished.

“Right see, we’ve got it down to an art, and on Christmas Day, we’re just going to do an exact repeat of what we did today, it’ll all be muscle memory,” he reassured her before a grin took over his face, “and it’s our family. D’you really think they’d sit by and let us do everything, my mum will have her hand up that turkey before she’s even taken her coat off,” Harry laughed.

“I’m being mental, aren’t I?” Y/N asked.

“Not mental, y’just care about making it perfect for everyone,” he smiled, pressing up on his feet to give her a soft kiss she happily returned, “an’ m’sorry for not telling you about us having an extra guest until this morning, I just didn’t think.”

“No, you’re right, we always have a tonne of extra food, we could have four extra people show up and still have leftovers, think I just woke up stressed and took it out on you, I’m sorry,” she broke one of her hands free to run it through his hair that he had left loose and wild on top of his head, “and thank you,” she trailed off.

“S’okay, m’heart,” he forgave her, “why are y’saying thank you?” he quizzed.

“Thank you for sticking your hand up the turkey to stuff it ‘cause y’know it makes me feel gross, even though I accused you of not doing anything,” she smiled softly.

“I’d stick my hand up a hundred turkeys if you needed me too,” Harry chuckled, “now why don’t y’go get washed up and changed for people coming, I’ll finish these up,” he nodded to the half-prepared tray of vegetables.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, go get even prettier, though I’m still not sure that’s physically possible,” Harry flirted before pulling her to her feet and sending her on her way out of the kitchen with a pat to her bum.

***

The dining table was lit by the soft light of the dinner candles that were in the centre of the table and decorated other surfaces around the room, the glow making the glassware sparkle and cutlery gleam in the light. The couple had gotten their posh crockery, cutlery, and glassware out for their soiree, and had the table decorated with heavy cloths, ornate napkin rings and a Christmas cracker placed at every setting. The room was buzzing with chatter and laughter, as they all shared a drink before their meal, taking the time to catch up with all their guests. There was still one seat empty though, Johnny’s new girlfriends place. Y/N thought it was strange that he showed up without her but no one else seemed to voice it, so she paid it no mind. Harry had donned his frilly apron again, this time over his cream suit he wore for the evening, rather than the ratty t-shirt and sweatpants look he wore earlier. He was popping in and out the room as he made sure everything was coming along for their first course as he forced Y/N to sit down and have a glass of wine with everyone before she got up to help him. As she was hearing a story from one of Harry’s friends from home about their staff Christmas night out where the boss got so drunk, they had to send a companywide apology email the next morning, the doorbell rang.

“Y/N/N, can you get the door, love, I’m just starting to plate up,” Harry called through from the kitchen.

“Got it! Johnny, it must be your missus, y’want to come get the door?” Y/N asked leaning over the table to catch his attention.

“No, it’s okay Y/N, I’ll be here,” Johnny said, there was a hint of something strange in his tone and in the expression on his fence as Y/N looked confused before leaving the room to get the door when the bell rang again.

“Weird,” she muttered under her breath before her hand grasped the door handle and twisted, opening the heavy, wooden door.

There was a woman, her back turned to Y/N, she had a thick, woollen, pink coat on, and her hair fell down her back. Very familiar hair at that, “hi, welcome, come on i-” Y/N cut herself off as the woman turned round. “Audrey?” Y/N gasped, as her best friend twisted round to face her with a grin so wide that it could split the sky in two graced her face.

“The one and only, in the flesh. Hiya babes,” Audrey held her arms out to her sides as if to present herself before Y/N flung herself out the front door into her friends awaiting embrace.

“What in the fuck are you doing here?” Y/N squealed, bouncing the two women up and down as she kept her grip around her friend’s middle. She broke away, eyeing her friend with the same earth-shattering smile.

“Ask y’fella,” Audrey nodded behind Y/N as Y/N unlatched herself from Audrey to turn round to see Harry leaning against the open doorway, arms crossed, tea towel slung over his shoulder, a fond smile on his face, that made his dimple appear, etched onto his face as he watched the two friends reunite. “I genuinely wasn’t going to make it, Harry called me last week to double check, but he phoned about two minutes after I got an email saying the meeting was cancelled and the deadline pushed to the new year. Mr. Man over there snapped his fingers and here I am, and I’m bloody starving, hope you’ve got enough,” Audrey said, sarcastic in her last sentence, knowing they always made far too much.

“Look at you two scheming behind m’back,” Y/N’s eyes flitted between Audrey and Harry as she led Audrey into the house, taking her coat off her to put away.

“Happy I didn’t tell you about our extra guest, now?” Harry whispered in Y/N’s ear as Audrey knelt to pet Harry and Y/N’s dog, Vinnie, who was loving all the extra attention from the guests in their home, he had only just removed himself from lying under the dining table so he could meet the new visitor at the door.

“Best surprise,” Y/N reached up to kiss his lips briefly, “thank you, that’s you got all the brownie points today, got m’best friend here and had your hand up the turkey’s arsehole, y’like Prince Charming,” she giggled against his lips before kissing him again.

“Shall we get this thing going, first course is ready, m’love,” Harry broke away as he began to walk back to the kitchen with her following to help him.

“Let’s do it,” Y/N said confidently, “Audrey, go take a seat, y’next to me and H,” she smiled at her friend before pausing, “wait, y’not actually Harry’s mate Johnny’s missus, are you?”

“Never even met the fella, but by the end of the night and a few glasses of the good stuff,” she raised the glass of wine Harry had given her up to Y/N as she stood in the doorway of the dining room, “who knows?” she shrugged with a wink before disappearing into the rabble of their friends that filled their dining room as their laughter filled the room and coloured their home with joy.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

185 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Party Games

Fic Advent Calendar Day 17

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: Harry get's a little handsy before their annual Christmas house party so Y/N sets him a challenge, a game he never wants to play again. Inspo for this one came from that photo of him behind the bar in the black shirt holding like 3 glasses in one hand, and the video of him dancing to dirty dancing on the bar with Kristen Wiig

As always, reblogs, likes and feedback of any and all varieties is appreciated and encouraged, only 8 fics left! - G <3

Word Count: 2k

SFW

———

Y/N and Harry were having a busy week, they had planned and had their Friendsmas dinner, they had their special Christmas date night and now their annual Christmas party all within a matter of days of one another. Their party was something their friends and colleagues looked forward to every year, Harry and Y/N were outstanding hosts and generally were just supplying a place to get intoxicated, if they so wished, and to kick off the festivities. Harry, especially, loved the party. He loved having an excuse to socialise and have their home filled with people and if he was able to provide a good time for all those people, then even better.

“Baby? D’you think the frozen marg station should sit here or over by the fridge?” Harry lugged the tabletop slushy machine under his arm as Y/N was loading up their freezer with bags of ice.

“I think it’s fine where y’had it H, if people are by the fridge, they’re going for somethin’ specific, not a marg,” Y/N stood from where she was bent over the opened freezer drawer, rubbing her hands together quickly to warm them back up.

“Mm, suppose so,” he set the machine down, plugging it in ready to create his first batch of his favourite frozen cocktail.

“Most important question though,” Y/N bounced over to Harry, wrapping her arms around his middle, pressing a kiss into his shoulder before resting her cheek against his back. “Can I put all the bottles on the kitchen island or are y’planning to get on top of it again this year?” she giggled, kissing the middle of his back again before he grabbed her hands clasped around him and spun himself round to face her, propping himself up on the countertop behind him, keeping her in his grip.

“I can’t promise that I won’t,” he smirked, remembering last year when he was joyfully drunk and ended up on the island screaming his own rendition of All I Want for Christmas is You by Mariah Carey.

“So, we’ll go for bottles on the side then rather than the island, I don’t know how impressed I’ll be if I need to clean up a bottle of Jack Daniels off the floor and walls,” her chin rested on his chest looking up at him, pressing a kiss to his chin.

“Better to be safe than sorry,” Harry tilted his head down, nudging his nose against hers before not being able to hold himself back and pressing a kiss on her lips, his hands slipping from the grip he held on her arms to wrap around her waist and fold on her lower back, pulling her in closer as he deepened the kiss with a breathy exhale against her lips. His tongue slipped between her lips as they tasted their shared breath. She could feel the brush of his stubble against the smooth of her cheek as his nose brushed and rubbed against her own as their lips moulded and shaped against one another.

“We need t’stop,” Y/N breathed as she tried to part from him, but Harry’s lips migrated instead, across her cheek, up by her eye, her forehead, her other cheek before he licked a stripe down the side of her neck. “Harry,” she gasped out, a warning tone evident in her voice.

“Don’t want t’stop, don’t make me,” he begged against her neck, sucking his mark onto the delicate skin of her neck.

“We have so much to do,” she combed her fingers through his hair, tugging slightly, to get him to give up his latch on her neck, hearing him whine as he broke away.

“Let me do you first,” he winked, hands dipping lower to grasp at the full of her bum before she swatted his hands away.

“Nope, you’re banned,” she held each of his wrists in each of her hands as Harry looked appalled.

“Banned? From what?” Harry looked terrified at whatever she was about to say.

“From touching, no touching me until I say so, we’ve got far too much t’do, so paws off mister,” she had an evil sort of glint in her eye as she set his challenge.

“That’s evil, Y/N/N, really evil. Have y’seen yourself? How am I supposed to resist?” he groaned, wiggling his arms trying to break the vice like grip she held onto his wrists.

“Guess y’better figure it out, no touching until I say,” she smirked before letting him go and starting to pull bottles of liquor, spirits and every mixer and cocktail ingredient you could think of out of the bags Harry had delivered from their favourite liquor store.

***

Harry’s hands were twitching, and he was becoming increasingly impatient. Everything was set up in their house, frozen margaritas spinning in the machine, some pre-made cocktails ready in pitchers, every alcohol you could name on every available surface around the kitchen, apart from the kitchen island which will inevitabley become Harry’s makeshift dancefloor in a few hours as long as Y/N’s twisted game didn’t kill him off first. He had his carefully curated playlist playing through the sound system they had installed throughout the bottom floor of their home as he heard Y/N’s footsteps cut through the music as she made her way downstairs after getting ready for their party. She looked sufficiently ready for a Christmas party in a pretty sequinned number and her tall heels, that would immediately be swapped out for her slippers as soon as everyone had arrived and taken a few photos. Her legs went on for days and Harry wanted to memorise every inch of them with his fingertips if she would just drop this sick act. She had styled her hair so one side of her neck was exposed to him, funnily enough she had chosen the side Harry had left the faintest mark on earlier, riling him up even further.

With his jaw set, he held his hand out to assist her down the last few steps. She stopped two steps from the bottom, looked at his outstretched his hand then letting her eyes flicker up to his gaze, “that counts as touching, gorgeous, y’not slick,” she looked pleased with herself as she came down the last steps without his help, brushing past his hand.

Harry’s hand closed in a fist, white knuckled, as he breathed through his frustration. All he wanted was to feel the warmth of her skin, and maybe take her into the downstairs bathroom and fuck her into the middle of next week but he’ll save that for later, hopefully. ‘Y’look beautiful, so beautiful it’s not fair really,” he complimented as she primped her hair in the mirror in the hallway.

“Thank you, y’so pretty too,” she looked over at him, he looked effortlessly stunning in his black, short sleeved shirt, unbuttoned enough to display the full length and pendant of his necklace that swung against his chest, glinting in the low light. He looked edible, but she was enjoying watching him struggle against her challenge, so she was going to leave him festering a little longer. She walked close to him, as Harry kept his arms tight against his sides, desperate to keep himself from reaching out, determined not to break. She was close enough so that he could smell the intricacies of her scent, her perfume, her bodywash, the lotion she uses, the way those products reacted with her natural scent, sending his mind in a tailspin as he was swept up in the allure and haze of her.

“You’re not playing fair,” he grunted.

“It’s my game I can play how I want,” she shrugged innocently, as the doorbell rang and they could hear a rabble of laughter and chatter from their guests stood on their doorstep, she pressed up onto her tiptoes, her mouth dangerously close to his ear, “y’better go get the door, our guests are waiting,” she whispered in his ear, before stepping away from him, “I’ll save you a dance, yeah?” she winked over her shoulder, sauntering away from him as Harry had to take a few deep breaths before opening the door.

***

The party was in full swing, and Harry was, for lack of a better word, pissed. He had been playing barman in the kitchen, quite enjoying making concoctions in the kitchen, some tasting a lot better than others. Every time he made someone a drink, he was having one himself and he couldn’t even tell you how many that had been at this point. He was ready to throw in the towel at Y/N’s game now as he watched her smile refract around the room like a sparkly little mirrorball as she tossed her head back laughing at the anecdote a friend was telling her. He was waiting for the right moment and by God it came, in the form of George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley.

“Oh, my fucking God!” Harry yelled, putting down the glasses he had in his grip as the festive 80’s synth blasted around the room, his head whipped round to find her as a bright, giggly smile painted her features at Harry’s joy as he made a come here motion with his index finger as she bounced over to him, still just out of his reach, as he began singing to her. He was close enough to the kitchen island and popped himself up to sit on the edge of it as she rolled her eyes playfully at him, knowing exactly where this was going. He spun round and got to his knees and eventually his feet, in the centre of the kitchen island, head now dangerously close to the ceiling as he dodged the lights that hung over the counter. He warbled the lyrics to ‘Last Christmas’ doing some form of step dig dance routine, his hands waving as Y/N looked up at him before he yelled, “game’s over, baby, can’t take it anymore this is me claiming my dance,” and he made grabby hands for hers as she held them up to him.

He tried pulling her up, not thinking that he could probably pull her arms from their sockets, but Harry’s friends saw before he tried again and gave Y/N a boost up so she was stood on the counter with him as he wrapped his arms around her and began swaying them to the music, everyone clearly taken with them as they laughed at their hosts before joining in and screaming and dancing along to Wham!

As everyone sung around them, Harry’s face buried into her neck, kissing at the mark he left earlier, “don’t make me play this game again, hated every minute, wanted to feel you close all night,” he said lowly into her ear as she fingers twirled the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Was never going t’make you wait all night, was struggling m’self, y’looked so fucking good making drinks and charming the pants off everyone,” she giggled, enjoying the heat that radiated from his body.

“When can we kick everyone out? Want y’closer, preferably without clothes,” he smirked, fingers playing with the hem of her dress.

“Reckon they’re here for a few hours yet, we’re just too good at hosting parties,” Y/N shrugged as Harry pouted.

“Think we could slip away for a quickie?” he pleaded as Wham faded into the next song as their guests continued dancing as Y/N and Harry towered above them from their place slow dancing on the kitchen counter.

“You’ve got a queue at your bar, so I don’t think so, but how about we go to the loo and have a little kiss and I’ll give you a flash to tide y’over?” Y/N laughed, clearly intoxicated to a similar degree as Harry as he nodded eagerly.

He hopped down off the counter before gripping her hips and lifting her down before he whispered in her ear, “lead the way, but if you think there’s any chance of me stopping after a flash and kiss, you’re mistaken,” he nipped her earlobe between his teeth and sent her teetering forward with a swift slap to her bum.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #harry imagine #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas #harry styles comfort #harry styles concept

294 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

Hair of the Dog

Fic Advent Calendar Day 19

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Authors Note: Y/N and Harry get a little drunk at home to fight off their hangovers because that's always a good idea, not. Turns out their dog is an excellent dancer.

Reblogs, likes and feedback of any and all varieties is encouraged and eternally appreciated! Six fics left :( <3 - G xx

Word Count: 1.5k

SFW

———

How do you best cure a two-day hangover? You start drinking again. You can’t feel the hangover if you’re already drunk again. Hair of the dog, a tonic, a refresher, just a little pick-me-up and Harry and Y/N were ready to indulge. They had a lot of leftover alcohol and cocktail supplies left over from their holiday party a few nights ago and Harry was ready to take up his position of being her personal mixologist for an evening wrapped up in their little love bubble. They weren’t complete idiots though, before the first sip passed their lips, they took the dog out for one last walk and wee before they settled him down for the evening, locked up the house and blew out the candles, safety first and all, before they found themselves back in the kitchen with Harry throwing a mixture of liquids into the shaker. He garnished the glass with a sprig of mint and a strawberry he messily cut a slit into on the edge of the tumbler before sliding it across the counter to Y/N who was sat swinging her legs on one of the stools by the island.

She picked up the glass and took a sip, licking the sugar salt residue from her lips that Harry had dipped the edge of the glass into. Her mouth puckering from the sharp taste of the lime that adhered the sugar and salt to the glass as Harry waited with bated breath for her review.

“Well? How’s it taste?” He asked as he topped his own glass off with the same garnishes waiting for her feedback before he took a swig.

“Like it could give me alcohol poisoning,” she bared her teeth as she swallowed the strong drink.

“So…?” Harry asked, tailing off.

“Delicious and I hope y’can remember how to make it because I’ll want another one after this one is finished,” they clinked their glasses together before Harry connected his phone to their sound system so he could play their blended playlist of all their favourites.

***

“It’s a Bowie night, isn’t it?” Harry panted, the pair of them just having sang their hearts out to Under Pressure, Harry was always Freddie Mercury while Y/N took the role of David Bowie.

“Feels-feels… Jesus Christ,” Y/N wheezed, hands on her knees trying to draw in her breath, “it feels like a Bowie night,” she emptied the remainder of her fourth cocktail.

“S’a Bowie night,” he mumbled, picking up his phone and directed himself to the playlist that contained Bowie’s entire discography, not before he ended up opening the text thread with his mum and ending up on his Instagram app in a few drunken clicks trying to find his music app, squinting his eyes at the bright screen as if that would help him see any clearer.

“Think we could push a second round of Under Pressure until later though,” Y/N topped up their glasses with the mixture in the shaker, “I think m’lungs could collapse if I attempt that again so soon,” her not getting far enough to decorate the rim with the sliced strawberry before she shoved the fruit between her lips and held one up in front of Harry’s mouth to feed him. Eyes not breaking from his phone screen, his teeth bit in the fruit right near the stem that she held between her thumb and forefinger. The pink-red juice stained his lips and dribbled down Y/N’s fingers as she watched him with her teeth holding the plush of her bottom lip hostage as his jaw moved, chewing the fruit slowly. As the opening guitar to Moonage Daydream played over their speaker

“Wha’ is it?” he put his phone back down, using the back of his hand to wipe the strawberry juice from his lips.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Y/N all but whined.

“What?” Harry giggled as he wiped her sticky strawberry hands clean with a dish towel.

***

Harry had forgotten his cocktail recipe in the last few drinks, so the pair had opened a bottle of wine they had chilling in the fridge. Was mixing their drinks a good idea? Absolutely not. Had they done it anyway? Of course.

“Could y’no-” Y/N hiccupped, “not get on the counter tonight? We’re both a bit pissed and f’you fall I don’t know how much help I’ll be,” Y/N pleaded with Harry as he leaned on the counter in front of her.

“Gimme a kissy n’you’ve got a deal,” Harry bargained, as Y/N wriggled to the edge of the stool and gripped his t-shirt in her hands to pull him level with her mouth as their lips pressed messily against each other’s. She sucked on his lower lip as Harry groaned against her lips as he broke away first. “Deal,” he whispered pressing his forehead against hers as he swayed them side to side, “no counters for Harry t’night.” He blinked slowly as he stood tall to look into her face, she had this sort of dreamlike, glassy haze in her eyes, her face was warm to the touch and her lips full. Each bat of her eyelids caused her lashes to fan against her under eyes and caused Harry’s heart to skip as they fluttered back open, revealing the slimmest circle of the colour of her eyes, her pupils blown out and dilated from the alcohol in her system. “This is our sixth Christmas-mas,” Harry stumbled over his words.

“Mhmm, good maths, baby, y’countings getting so good,” Y/N said, playfully.

“Oi, m’trying to be romantic,” Harry protested, nudging her in the slide, causing some of her wine to slosh over the sides of the glass she was holding and spill onto her. “Oops, sorry, m’heart,” he clumsily patted her down with the dish towel.

“Right Casanova, six Christmases, get on with it,” she tugged the towel free from his grip when he started swatting her with it rather than doing any clean up at all.

“Can’t remember what I was going to say, if I’m honest,” he giggled, his face was flush, cheeks tickled pink. “But probably something along the lines of I love the fuckin’ bones off you, and I can’t wait for all our Christmases,” he puckered his lips and pressed a wet kiss to her forehead with a loud ‘mwah’ paired with it.

“Even when we’re ancient and can’t be arsed putting a tree up?” as Harry hummed and nodded his head.

He leaned down and connected their lips again, “y’taste like wine,” he mumbled against her lips.

“Sorry,” she whispered and tried to pull back.

“Oi, didn’t say I didn’t like it, let me taste,” Harry said, gripping her chin, as he traced her lips with his tongue. Her hazy eyes slipped close, as she revelled in the push and pull as their lips worked one another. In Harry’s body he felt his heart plummet, not in a scary, pulled from under him sort of way, more like a graceful freefall, fluttering through his body like the wind carrying a feather, knowing she was at the bottom to catch his heart in her hands and look after it for the rest of time. “Hm, notes of peach, slightly floral and somethin’ a little bit smokey underneath,” Harry pondered with a finger on his chin to make him look academic as he described her like their favourite bottle of Pinot Grigio as Y/N snorted in laughter.

“You’re drunk,” she stated, obviously.

“Drunk on you,” his eyebrows wiggled.

“Gross, don’t ever say that t’me again or its sixth and final Christmas,” she joked.

“Come dance with me,” he held out his hand as ‘Where Are We Now,’ Y/N’s favourite Bowie song, started playing.

“Spinny, rooms went all spinny, don’t think I’ve got it in me,” she rejected his dance.

“Ugh boring,” he rolled his eyes playfully before shouting through the house, “Vinnie! Come dance with y’daddy,” listening for any movement from the golden retriever.

“Oh baby, leave him, he’s been such a good boy,” Y/N chastised as Harry ignored her completely.

“Vincent, I’ll give you a slice of ham before bed if y’come dance with Dad,” Harry called again, coaxing the dog from his spot in the living room with the promise of a late-night snack. “Here’s m’boy,” Harry cooed, dropping to his knees as the dog stood at his feet. “Y’gonna dance wi’ me?” Harry let Vinnie jump up against him and helped him settle his front paws on the tops of his shoulders, “there we go,” Harry praised as he started to sway on the spot as Vinnie tried to lick at Harry’s face enjoying whatever game his dad was playing with him. “Y/N/N, m’not being funny but look at him, our dog is so fucking talented,” Harry gaped, slurring slightly, as he allowed Vinnie to get a good lick against his cheek as Y/N finished the last glass of wine for the evening before getting on the floor with them, giving the dog a good scratch behind the ear.

“So talented,” Y/N havered, “Vinnie, y’can get two slices of ham and we’re entering you into a talent show, see if y’can follow in your Dads footsteps.”

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

194 notes · View notes

twostepstyless · 1 year

Text

We're Matching

Fic Advent Calendar Day 6

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Author’s Note: Y/N makes Harry a Christmas craft gift every year, what will it be this year. If anyone wants to see the inspiration of the gift this is it here

Word Count: 1.5k

SFW

———

The tradition had started by accident really. They had spent Christmas Day separately, each with their own respective families and met back up in London on the 29th of December when Harry came to her flat so they could cook together and spend the night wrapped up in their little love bubble. It was when she opened the door to see him in his black woollen coat, one foot crossed over the other with the happiest grin on his face to be reunited with his girlfriend. It was at the exact moment she grabbed him by the lapels of that black coat and tugged him through the door of her flat, as he kicked it closed behind him and planted her lips on his, that she decided they weren’t spending another Christmas Day separately again. Coats were shed in that hallway, as well as shirts, shoes, and trousers as they stumbled to Y/N’s bedroom drunk on each other before they had even opened a bottle of wine. It was after, once they had split their meal together and they were sat on her couch that she remembered about her little extra gift for him.

“Got you somethin’” she had uttered quietly before reaching into the drawer in the side table by her couch, pulling out a small little organza bag.

“We already done our Christmas presents I thought,” he replied, looking disapproving as if she had gone out and purchased him another present.

“Yeah, well yeah we did, this is just somethin’ extra, well not extra, I don’t know, it’s silly now that I think about it,” she shook her head toying with the satin drawstrings of the tiny bag.

“Hey,” he gripped her hands that were fidgeting out of nervousness, “can I see it?” he asked as he smiled brightly, as she nodded quickly, handing him the little bag made of crisp fabric. Harry undid the strings and tipped the contents into his hand.

It’s… um, so m’little cousin got this like, beading kit from Santa, or their parents I guess, and I was just playing around with them, and I made a few different bits. I don’t know it was quite fun, thought y’might like it, y’don’t have to wear it or anything, if you don’t even want it, s’fine, I can put it with the one I kept for myself,” Y/N rambled chewing on the edge of her thumb as Harry inspected the brightly coloured hand beaded necklace that was now in his hands. It had a mixture of clear, shiny beads as well as shimmery pastel-coloured ones as well as the word loved in black-lettered beads around the middle of the string of beads. Y/N watched nervously as Harry’s fingers went to the closure of the necklace, quickly undoing it before fastening it round his throat.

“Of course, m’going to wear it,” Harry gave her a look that said he was confused why she was considering that he wouldn’t wear anything she got or made for him.

Things need to be done more than once for it to become a tradition, once is an accident. The next year was happenstance. Y/N had gone to a paint your own pottery place that you could bring your own bottle to. Her and a group of friends were there, and Y/N had drained a bottle of wine and was now on the pre-mixed cocktails her best friend had brought with her as she picked out a small plate to paint, covering it in wonky stars, moons, and other wobbly celestial bodies. Not really knowing what it was for but enjoying making it all the same. A few days later her friend had picked up their painted potteries and gave Y/N’s back to her at a Christmas party she was throwing in her flat. Y/N shuffled into bed with Harry that night, both still a bit pissed from the snowball cocktails they had been nursing that evening, and Y/N had something wrapped in tissue paper in her hands.

“What y’got there, love?” Harry asked, placing a wet kiss to her cheek as she deposited the sloppily wrapped gift into Harry’s lap on top of the duvet cover.

“Made y’something at that pottery painting place I went to last week,” she yawned as Harry pulled the little plate, covered in Y/N’s shaky drawings, glazed to a shiny finish.

“Look at you, you little artist,” Harry tilted the plate to catch the light from the bedside lamps, able to see all the colours of the planets and stars she had painted better in the light.

“Wouldn’t go that far,” she laughed. The plate now sat on Harry’s own bedside table in the home that they shared, and on top of that plate held his beaded necklace from the year before and all his other jewellery he wore on a daily basis.

This year was year six of Y/N’s Christmas craft, and Harry looked forward to it every year now. Y/N no longer had to be slightly intoxicated or was no longer cripplingly shy when handing over her handmade gifts if anything they came with threats if he took the piss out of her activity for the year. Which he never would. Harry had received a tote bag the year Y/N got a sewing machine, the following year he was gifted a cute little acrylic painting of their new puppy, Vinnie and last year she had tried her hand at embroidery and stitched a little design on a t-shirt. Granted, the stitching was a bit loose so he had taken to handwash the garment when he wore it instead of throwing it in the washing machine in case it got damaged. This year, Y/N had put the effort in big time. She had been working away on her little passion project for the last few months at least.

“Okay, close your eyes and hold your hands out, but don’t take the piss or I’ll be so sad and upset and throw a strop until you feel really guilty about it, ‘kay?” Y/N rhymed off as she gave him a wrapped present.

“Can I at least open my eyes to unwrap it, sweets?” Harry had one eye open to see her realise he would need them open to see what he was doing.

“Ugh, I suppose so,” she groaned playfully, before sitting cross legged on the couch next to him, watching as he felt the squishy parcel and untie the bow that was tied around it.

Placing the ribbon down next to him, “can I go for it?” he asked, hopefully.

“Mhm,” she bit her lip, as Harry tore off the wrappings to reveal a knitted something. Shaking it out, Harry’s jaw dropped as he took in this year’s creation.

“Y’learned to bloody knit?” Harry’s eyes shot over to her in awe as he saw her nod with a giggle. “And y’made me a jumper?” Harry held the garment up to his chest by the shoulders, the body was a cream chunky knit with red cuffs, neckline, and waist with a green christmas tree knitted on the front with tufts of bright coloured yarn sticking out from the tree as decorations.

“Uh-huh, like it was a kit to make the jumper, but suppose y’could say I can knit,” she laughed as Harry quickly shrugged out of the sweatshirt he was wearing before sitting up a bit to tug his hand-made one down over his head as carefully as he could so not to stretch it out.

“Kit or not, y’learned to knit to make me a bloody jumper,” the arms were slightly too long and she was convinced she had made the left a bit longer than the right but Harry bunched the cuffs up around his wrists so the knit sleeves just sat baggy around his biceps.

“Y’look cute,” she reached over to adjust the neckline for him.

“I feel cute, when did you even do this,” he mused looking down at himself, fingers gravitating to play with the tufts of yarn meant to represent tree ornaments.

“Been working on it since the end of August I think, had it hidden away in the back of the spare bedroom closet so y’wouldn’t see it when you were home,” Y/N grinned.

“M’girlfriend is sooo talented,” Harry beamed in pride as he leant over to kiss her deeply.

“Hang on,” she murmured before breaking away and unfolding her legs as she stood up and went over to their cupboard in the hallway, “we’ve not got to the best part yet,” she called.

Harry stood to his feet to follow her as she appeared back in front of him, wearing a very familiar jumper.

“We’re matching?!” Harry exclaimed as Y/N stood, giggling, in front of him in a replicate jumper.

———

Advent Calendar Masterlist

Main Masterlist

#harry styles writing #Harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x you #harry styles one shot #one direction fanfiction #one direction #harry styles oneshot #twostepstyless advent calendar #harry styles christmas

226 notes · View notes