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“Hey, what’s wrong? Baby,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back as he tried to be as supportive as possible. He may not know what had his girlfriend in tears, but he would do anything to bring back her smile.

“Can we- can we talk in- your room?” She managed to get out, lifting her head from his shoulder. Her face wet as she sucked on her bottom lip, and he was quickly nodding his head without a second thought. His hand slipping into hers and gently taking her upstairs to his room. She had been in here many times before, if they weren’t here, then they were at her own place. But Anne gave them more privacy than her own mother, so it was common they ended up here. Harry was pulling back his duvet, crawling into the bed and opening his arms for her. And she had zero hesitation as she was crawling into his bed and cuddled up to him.

“What’s wrong, flower?” He whispered to her, his fingers gently stroking through her hair as he leaned against his headboard.

“You remember- remember when my parents were away for that night, and- and you lied to your mum about sleeping over- at- at Jake’s?”

“And I was actually at yours,” he added, frowning a little as he looked down at her. “I couldn’t forget that night, you know that.”

Of course he couldn’t forget, it was the first time they had sex. They had lost their virginities to each other, and he would never ever forget that night for that reason. There had been so much love in the room, and it had been more magical than he could have ever predicted.

“Harry, I’m pregnant,” she announced to him, her voice flat. Her fingers curled into the hoodie he wore, but she didn’t dare tilt her head to catch his reaction. She didn’t want to see it.

They were 16, freshly turned. Their GCSE’s were soon, and this was the last thing they ever dreamed about having to worry about. They were definitely not ready to be parents, they were still kids themselves.

“Y-you’re- how sure?” Harry stuttered, though his hand hadn’t stopped caressing through her hair. YN raised her eyes slightly to meet his, though her vision was blurred from the amount of tears being held there. “Oh— fuck— baby,” he breathed out, cradling her head and holding her against his body, his own face screwing up slightly. Hearing her scared sobs against his neck had his heart breaking, and he had no idea on how to fix this.

The couple laid there for a while, as YN let out all of her tears and Harry held his own back. It’s not that he didn’t cry, or he didn’t want to. He just wanted to focus on his flower for now, and deal with his own emotions once things were sorted

An hour later, YN had cried herself to sleep, and Harry was carefully laying her down against his pillow. It wasn’t the first time they had ended up asleep in his bed, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Anne didn’t seem to mind, she knew they would be safe. And as much as he wanted to join her, he knew she would be extremely dehydrated when she woke up.

Making the trek down to the kitchen, his hoodie still damp with the tears of his girlfriend as he was opening the fridge door. Movement behind him followed by footsteps on the staircase suggested to him that Gemma was leaving him and his mum alone. To talk.

“Is YN alright? Fight with her family?” Anne asked, leaning against the sink with her arms folded against her chest, concern clear as day on her expression.

It wasn’t that YN had a poor relationship with her family, but it was known that she would butt heads with her mum more often than not. Usually when it came to that time of the month, where all their cycles were synced and it was just hormones going out of control. Anne was more than aware of these, being a shoulder to cry on for the young girl many times.

“N—no, not her family,” Harry said, sounding dismissive as he was taking out his water bottle. Hanging on the door as he searched for a suitable snack for when his girlfriend woke up.

“H, she was— I’ve never heard her cry like that, is she okay?” And honestly, that alone had Harry’s heart doing flips. He loved that his mother cared for his girlfriend so much, that she had been accepted into the family though they were only young and in love, as YN’s own parents would say.

“She’s—“ Harry shut the fridge door, biting down on his lip as he glanced at his mother. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything, he knew his mother would never be outwardly mad at him or YN. Not to their faces. “We had sex.”

The way Harry had delivered the line, it was perfectly deadpan. And it had left Anne a little stunned, as she was definitely not expecting that response from her youngest at all. Of course, she knew they had been experimenting a little, and that’s why she gave them the space they needed. If they didn’t do it in the comfort of one of their houses, they’d be doing it somewhere they could end up arrested. And she had spoken to Harry about using condoms, and even supplied him with some the same day.

“Okay, and— does she regret it, or, feel like she didn’t… perform?” Anne asked him, trying to understand why her sons girlfriend would be crying because of sex.

“No— well— okay, she probably does regret it, but not for—“ he huffed, his fingers curling in his brown curls, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “She’s pregnant, mum.”

And you could hear a penny drop. Harry’s head tilted slightly to see his mothers stunned reaction, as she tried her best to collect her thoughts.

“Did you—“

“We used a condom, I guess— maybe— it broke? Or?” He shrugged, leaning against the kitchen cupboards as he sighed. “Mum… I don’t know how to help her,” he breathed out defeatedly, shaking his head as he set the water bottle on the side. 

And then Harry crumbled, letting down the wall he was using to hold YN up. His mum quick to catch him, allowing him to sob into her arms this time.

When YN woke up, alone in her boyfriends bed, she was changing out of her hoodie and slipping on one of his. Loving the fact that his scent engulfed her the second she did, before she was making her way downstairs to find her lover.

In the kitchen, sat next to his mother at the breakfast table. Cup of tea in hand, mid sentence when the sound of the fridge opening caught their attention.

“Oh— fuck— I was supposed to bring up some water for you,” Harry confessed, looking guilty as he watched her pull out a fresh, cold water bottle and open it. Downing half of it instantly before she was shuffling her way over to him and his mum. “Feel better?” He mumbled, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as she pulled her seat close to his and snuggled up into his side.

Her head shook slightly, laying her head against his shoulder as she played with her water bottle. Sucking on her bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of his lips pressing against her hair.

“YN… Harry told me what’s going on,” Anne confessed, which had YN’s eyes snapping to meet hers in a panic. “No— don’t worry, okay? He had a bit of a cry, only telling me cause he didn’t know how to help you. And I’m not mad,” she explained, an encouraging smile on her face as she looked at the teen girl.

“You’re not?” She whispered, biting at her bottom lip as her fingers found their way into Harry’s hoodie pocket.

“Not at all. H explained what he thinks might have happened that night, and it’s probable the condom was faulty,” she said, nodding as her hands readjusted their grip on her mug. “The only thing that needs to be worked out is… what do you want to do?”

Of course, she had dropped a bombshell on him. His manager was the reason they split, but it also wasn’t as black and white as that. There were layers to it. Ones he knew about, and ones he didn’t. But for her, it wasn’t worth going over and over. It would just add to more heartbreak, plus, Harry was now dating another woman.

That’s why it surprised her when she was emailed an audio clip from the man himself.

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody Let me inside, wish I could get to know you Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory I was just tongue-tied

Hearing his raw vocals, mixed with an acoustic guitar. It was a healthy outlet, one they both shared. Writing out your feelings, experiences and turning them into something beautiful. Never letting anyone know the true meaning. It was an outlet. It was healthy. That was what they told themselves.

But this was different, this was him sharing with her. This was him telling her that he wanted to know why. And he was telling her in the best way that he knew how.

It was the following week that he was allowing her into his house, if you could call it that, It was bigger than he could ever require. But it hadn’t changed at all since she was last inside. The only things missing were her hoodies and shoes thrown about the place where she would forget.

“I- I spoke to Jeff,” he began, cradling his coffee mug between his hands. Thumb stroking the lip gently, looking at the dark liquid inside. This told her that he was currently working on more music, and made her wonder if that song was going to be on the album. She didn’t ask however. “He was also… confused.”

YN nodded her head, dropping her eyes to her own liquid, made to her own colour preference. Just like he had always done. “He didn’t tell me to break up with you,” she said quietly, her lips rubbing together briefly. “He just told me you’d have a better contract and career if you weren’t tied to me musically,” she added, glancing away at the mess of books on his entertainment system.

“So… why did you break up with me?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed in adorable confusion. There was still a small part of her that wanted to lean in and kiss it away.

A shrug of her shoulders, a sip of her drink. “Because you would be better off, you are better off. I basically did you a favour.”

“You definitely did not,” he pointed out, setting his mug down firmly. “I was- I was fucking heartbroken, YN- I still am!”

“So heartbroken you’ve dated… how many women since?”

Harry’s face fell at the question, his head shaking as he pushed his curls away from his face. “That’s not fair, you know it’s not as easy as that. So fucking cut up over you, of course they had to get me on stunt relationships so it doesn’t look like I’m still singing about you, almost three years after we’ve split.”

“Oh, give it a break! You were not that in love with me,” she shook her head firmly, putting her own mug on the table and standing from her seat. “We were never gonna last after the band split up anyway, you were with me out of convenience.”

“Out of convenience? Is that all I was to you?” His eyes fell, as the sadness wasn’t afraid to show. He had always felt comfortable, safe, around her. Never needing to hide his true emotions, and he wasn’t going to start now.

“That’s all I was to you, Harry. Everyone saw it, they loved to keep reminding me,” she mumbled, rubbing her face with a deep huff. “I never should have come here…”

Harry stood up, looking at her as he sighed deeply. He didn’t say anything, yet neither did she. They just looked at each other, properly taking in all the ways the hiatus, the break up and everything since had changed them. Then…

Neither of them knew who was the first to move, but their lips were touching. Smacking together in the only way they knew how, acting fully on instinct and memory as their hands were working quickly to undress the other. Bodies flush together as her skin slapped against his, as their bodies became one. Sharp, breathless moans escaped her lips, and deep, needy grunts came from him. An act they had performed so many times before, one they knew so perfectly together.

And after, when he was breathless against the sofa, catching his breath after an intense orgasm and she was pulling her own clothes back on, she would glance over her shoulder and whisper something to him.

YN looked over at him, and he hadn’t changed a single bit. His hair was shorter, pushed back by his willy-wonka sunglasses. He had one of his usual graphic tees on, old and ratty. Traditional vans. This was how he was always caught, always spotted. He wore the same things, didn’t change anything.

“Don’t make me regret it,” she replied dryly, swallowing slowly as she was raising her cup to her lips and taking a sip of the too-hot liquid. “You wanted to talk, so talk. I’ve got some promo to shoot after this.”

His green eyes stared at her for a moment, his fingers curled around the cup. Lacking his rings, which surprised her. Whenever she heard about Harry Styles he was always adorning his precious rings.

“Do you- do you hate me?” He asked, the crease in his brow had returned as he watched her closely. Tongue wetting his lips as he sat back, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Cause, you know. You were the one to break up with me.”

“And what a treat I did for you. A whole album wasn’t it? Singing about how I broke your heart? How much did that earn you?”

“Peach, don’t do that-”

“Don’t do what? Ask some simple questions? Do I need to ask Jeff for permission?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to meet hers, his brow completely furrowed in a frown as he leaned forward, pushing his cup aside as he rested his forearm there. “What does Jeff have to do with this?”

YN gaped, sitting back as she realised her mistake. All too used to the fact that she had to fight back, easily falling into a back-and-forth with everyone was second nature to her now. Some called her argumentative, but her team saw it for what it was. A defence mechanism. To stop herself from getting in too deep with someone new.

“Nothing- I- this was a mistake.” She was picking up her coffee cup, lifting her bag up from where it had been hooked over the back of the chair. “Uh- I’ll see you-”

“Peach, sit down and tell me what Jeff has to do with this,” he told her, pointing to the seat. And she hesitated, her eyes falling onto him, her lips pressed together. She hesitated, not because she was scared. His tone wasn’t anger, it was pleading. There was concern laced in his words. “Please,” he was begging, and she lowered her bum back into the chair.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Harry. Everyone does.”

“Know what? Because I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

YN stared at him across her table, her tongue wetting her lips as she scoffed, shaking her head as she tipped it back. Fingers running through her hair, shorter than when she was in the band. One of the many changes she had made since the band broke up.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this-” she released a soft groan, dropping her face into her hands followed by a deep huff. “Jeff’s the reason I broke up with you.”

And it was like something snapped inside of Harry, his once pleading face was now cold. His eyes were dark, but there was also confusion there. He wasn’t sure what he was being told, he had definitely never heard this before. As far as he was aware, she broke up with him because she fell out of love, or something. The something had always bothered him, but he was raised to respect a woman’s wishes, so that’s what he had done. It had killed him every day since, and some.

“Why was Jeff- YN, please just tell me the truth.”

“We had already announced we were splitting, hiatus, whatever everyone decided it was in their head. It was a break up. You were constantly in meetings with the Azoff’s, and you told them we were a package deal,” she mumbled, looking down at her hands in her lap. “They just wanted you, Harry,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly as she looked over at him across the table. Her eyes wet as tears gathered against the bottom lid, threatening to fall yet not. “And he told me I’d just hold you back and- And he was right. Look at you now.”

She gave him time to process what she had just told him, she was aware it was a lot. It’s not every day that you find out your ex-girlfriend and current manager were lying to you for the past two years or so. It had hurt her as well in the moment, it was part of the reason she had stayed gone so long. Living in the shadows, hiding from the truth.

“Why would- I don’t understand. He- He promised me he could get us both- I don’t-” Harry stumbled over his words, his mind racing a mile a minute as he removed his sunglasses from his head, running his fingers through his curls.

“It all worked out though. You got a great team, a cool band. A hit of a debut album,” she shrugged, being dismissive to the fact that of course this would hurt them both to rehash. “And I’ve got the same.”

“Peach, that’s not-” he stared at her, his mouth hanging open as he truly didn’t know what to say. He had gotten everything because of her sacrifice. And that stung. He had never wanted any of this if it wasn’t with her. The early days of the break up had been rough, rarely eating or sleeping. Focusing on channelling all his negative thoughts and energy into music, and yeah, it had gotten him a hit of a debut album. But he was sure he could have doubled his success if he had been writing and singing about being happy with her.

After hiatus started, the five remaining members had all promised to keep in contact on the group chat. They’d all support each other through everything. But then solo contracts were being signed, tabloids were spilling the latest details of upcoming albums. They were all getting their own versions of success.

All except YN.

The second hiatus started, YN had gone silent on social media. Her last post being one about the band. There will never be a day where I don’t think about the barriers we broke. You’ll always be my home. Goodbye isn’t forever. It had been her most liked post on all of her socials. And it was evidently clear to her when the first story broke about one of the boys signing a solo contract, that she was alone with that statement.

YN got to watch as each of her best friends, her brothers, her lover, started to succeed on their own. The group chat had been silent for a while now. Yet there wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t check it, to see if anyone was typing. And somehow, there never was. It was like the history of them, of the band had been forgotten by the other members.

It took her too long to channel that sadness, anger and sorrow into something productive. Two years of silence, two years of zero movement from YN YLN. And she was going to break the internet.

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She had signed a contract and fully produced a whole album, without tabloids, fans or anyone catching a whiff of it. It felt extraordinary to her, there was relief in her bones. Her brain felt empty, a warm smile spread across her lips as she watched comment after comment flood on her post. Excitement building in each of the fans.

Tommo: aye saw your post sweetheart, excited to hear your solo stuff!

Payno: ‘bout time you joined us.

N: miss you, coffee soon. X

inZayn: I know it’s been a while, but I’m really proud of you. I can’t wait to hear the album.

Maybe she hadn’t been forgotten, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Her phone was flooded with similar texts from industry friends, people she had met while in the band but never really spoken to again. But there was just one person missing.

Yet, she knew he wasn’t the most active on social media these days. Maybe he hadn’t seen the post. Or maybe he had blocked her and she hadn’t realised. Why would she have realised? The app hadn’t been installed in two years. She tried to not let it bother her, because it shouldn’t. They had broken up for a reason. They had agreed to be friends, but even that had been reluctant. So she shouldn’t have been surprised to not hear from him.

When her lead single, It Was Fine, was released, with the music video to match, the hype surrounding her and her album intensified. Her manager, Hannah, genuinely couldn’t believe it. They had been preparing themselves for a quiet launch, a few OG fans from the band who had stuck around, sure. But nothing of the scale that they were on.

I said it was fine, I never said it didn’t hurt.

YN felt on top of the world, her own words, her own lyrics were being repeated all around the globe. By fans who had been awaiting her return. By people who had stuck by her, though she had never made a single hint that she would be returning to music. It felt surreal to her, that she was getting such a wide amount of support. Even the boys had been singing her praises in their own interviews and social media posts. And it was only then that she got the message.

The doorbell rang, and she was dropping the damp cloth on the counter top before walking through to the door. On the other side of the door was Juni, with her friend, Emma, and Emma’s mother.

“Hey, Juni, did you have fun?” She asked softly, happily accepting the hug she was receiving from her daughter, stroking her hair gently.

School uniform was a mess, as it usually was after she finished a day of education, with her ponytail just barely holding together. But the smile on her face was as bright as ever.

“Tons, mummy!” Juni replied, as she was looking back at her friend.

“Was she good?” She asked the other mother, Kate, as she was gently rocking with her eldest.

“Oh! She was absolute gold to have around, she even told the other girls off for making a mess of Emma’s room with her toys!” Kate laughed softly, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

“Well, next time, we shall host a little girls get together, maybe even a sleepover,” YN replied, a warm smile spread across her lips. She had been a bit worried that it wouldn’t be that much fun for her daughter, that the girls would change their mind and start saying nasty things.

“I’m sure all the girls would love that, we wish you could have come over though! Joined me and the other mums for a coffee,” Kate spoke, smiling back at her.

“I wish I could have, but I still had three other rugrats to keep tamed,” she joked in reply, as the sounds of squeals coming from the twins sounded at whatever game they were playing with their dad.

“Ah, next time then?”

“Of course, we will arrange something!”

With the door closing, she was carefully hanging up Juniper’s bag on its correct hook with her coat, as the young girl was taking off her shoes and following the noise to the living room.

Harry was on his knees, his trusty claw clip holding his hair away from his face as he tickled the elder twin, Teddy. Laying beside his brother, Jazz was kicking his feet in the air with loud giggles.

“Alright, you three. If you wake Rose from her nap, you’ll be changing her stinky nappy together,” YN warned as she was walking through to grab her phone from the side table. Harry laughed at her threat, his face bright with happiness as he was pulling his eldest daughter towards him.

“Hey, June-Bug,” he greeted her softly, pressing a soft kiss to her head as he was hugging her to his chest, even though he was panting.

“Daddy, you’re all sweaty,” she complained, but she was giggling at the kisses he was smothering her face with.

“Did you have fun with all your friends, poppet?” He asked her, as the twins were now rolling around on the floor and laughing at the new game they had invented.

“Yes! We played with all Emma’s toys, and— and—“ she stuttered as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, her brow furrowing just like her fathers. “Daddy, what’s a DILF?”

The question had both Harry and YN pausing, her eyes slowly rising from her phone where she had been replying to a text from her mother. Catching his eye as they looked over the top of Juniper’s head.

“Where— where did you hear that?” He asked her curiously, moving to sit on his bum as he held her in his lap.

“Emma and Amara’s mums said it. They said Harry is such a DILF, but me and the other girls didn’t know what that meant.”

YN’s eyes were wide at the words her daughter came out with, shaking her head and carefully stepping around the twin boys on the floor to head back to the kitchen. She trusted Harry to handle the subject appropriately, but honestly, she had to deal with so many people ogling and checking out her husband over the years, she wished she could have kept it hidden from her children for a bit longer.

“Well, it’s a not very nice term some people use,” Harry explained to her, as he stroked her back gently with his brow creased. “It’s a very inappropriate way to say that someone finds someone else nice looking, but we know there’s better ways, right, poppet?”

“You say they’re pretty or handsome or beautiful!” Juniper beamed proudly, nodding her head. “But why didn’t they say Harry is beautiful? I bet they are!”

He really wanted to beam at her for using gender neutral pronouns like they had been teaching her, to never assume someone’s gender.  But he was still concerned about her overhearing someone saying that about him.

“Some people are just not very nice, sometimes,” he explained, pressing a soft kiss to her head. “Does that answer your question, sweetheart?”

She nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him tightly. He held her against his chest for a moment, rubbing her back before carefully releasing her.

“Alright, why don’t you three head into the play room for a bit before bathtime? Keep the noise down too, y’sisters sleeping.”

The three kids were instantly running off to the other room, and he had zero worries about them fighting. In the early days, once the boys were more mobile and could speak a little, they had to have lots of talks about sharing the space and the toys. Now it was like second nature to them.

Walking into the kitchen, he stepped up behind his wife with his arms carefully snaking around her waist. Pressing a line of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, feeling the stress leave her body as she relaxed back against him.

“Only got eyes for you,” he whispered against her skin, smiling as he gently nibbled a small mark on her pulse point.

“I don’t doubt that, H,” she breathed out, her fingers reaching back to gently wind in the hair on the back of his neck. “I know we have to explain some difficult things to our babies, but I was hoping we could skip the ‘everyone finds your dad so incredibly sexy they had to let everyone know’ chat.” A sigh left her, a shake of her head. He massaged her hips gently, letting her know that he was there, he wasn’t leaving. “Gonna have to mark you up, never let you leave without the biggest hickey on your neck.”

He chuckled against her skin, raising his head to kiss her cheek as he hummed there. “Sounds sexy, count me in,” he whispered, mostly teasing as he held her close. “Plus, they missed out completely on the total MILF that Harry is married to,” he mumbled, smirking as he could feel her cheeks heat up under the words. “Her body after carrying his four kids? God, it’s incredible,” he moaned against her cheek, eyes closed as he pressed his nose against her face. “Kinda wanna make it five—“

“Rose is two months, you animal!” She gasped, laughing as she swatted at his arms. “You do not want another baby.”

“Not right now,” he whispered, brushing her nose against the tip of hers. “Maybe, one day. If you want it,” he added, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

The video started on your minecraft character, in its usual skin in a brand new world with your webcam placed in the upper left corner. You were giggling as you spam crouched in your usual greeting.

“Hey, guys! Solaris here and today we’re gonna be doing something a little different-” you paused as sounds of a pig being hurt were being heard. “I’m gonna regret this!” You declared, when the laugh of your boyfriend joined the noises. Changing your point of view in the game, you were now looking at Harry’s character who was punching a pig. “Harry!” You complained, running up and punching him once.

“He looked at me funny!” He declared, as the video switched to his point of view with his own webcam in the upper right. “Hi, lovie,” he smiled happily, as he lovingly punched you in the game.

“Hi, H,” you returned the smile, giggling as you were jumping happily in the game. “Would you like to play minecraft with me?”

“Of course, m’love,” he had the warmest smile on his face throughout the entire video.

It didn’t take you long to find somewhere to build a house, which you quickly set to work on building. Harry was hunting for food, when he let out a yell of surprise. And in the distance from your point of view, you heard an explosion.

“Baby, are you okay?” You panicked, as you were rushing off to find him.

“‘M fine, green thing exploded, took away m’hearts!”

“Y’still got mine,” you reminded him, and the camera definitely picked up on the shy blush on his cheeks.

Getting back to the base, Harry took a wander around as he complimented the vision and style. Before he was laughing loudly, when he saw the bedroom set up.

“Y’didn’t even ask me!”

“Ask you what, baby?” You asked him, as you followed him into the bedroom of your base.

“If we can put our beds together!” He laughed, as he was breaking one of the beds and placing it against a different wall. You gasped, eyes widening as you looked around the two desks to look at him. “What?”

“I didn’t realise you wanted to break up, Harry Styles,” you pointed out to him, as you were hitting his character playfully.

“Y’just snore, so much,” he replied, teasingly as he was laughing.

“Never playing minecraft with you again,” you pouted, shaking your head as you were walking away from him.

What you weren’t expecting however was for Harry to take out his iron sword that you had stolen from a village and gifted to him as a present, and start hitting you with it. Your character dying before you even had the chance to react.

“Harry!” You complained loudly, staring at your death screen, hovering over the respawn button.

“Oh! You had a green thing,” he said, as he was picking up all your items, completely ignoring you. “An emerald… I want one!”

“Harry, you killed me!”

“Sun, baby,” he tried to reason, but you were pressing the respawn button and you weren’t inside the room. Eyes widening as you looked over at the real him, panic beginning to set in. “Baby, I’m sor-!”

There’s a sudden cut, and both face cams were on the screen in their own corners, and the two in-game characters were standing together. Harry was looking a little sheepish, as he licked his lips nervously.

“Minecraft, the game where you can create absolutely anything. But apparently, also destroy your relationship,” you started saying, with a small pout on your lips.

“But most importantly, the game where you can put your minecraft beds together, and have green things explode and steal your hearts,” Harry added, laughing.

“I’ve been Solaris, he’s been Harry. Stream Harry’s House on everything, and we shall see you next time!”

And the video played its usual end card.

Inherfeels: the cutest couple- BUT HARRY DONT KILL MY WIFE

Harrysdimple: oooohmygosh hes so in love with her SMITTEN???

1D4eva: ok his minecraft skin being the fine line outfit??? HOT

The door behind her pushed open, the little creek that was a dead giveaway that her boyfriend was lurking in her stream room. Looking to the right, her grin grew at the sight of his tired face. He raised his hand in a silent greeting, knowing that if he spoke her mic could pick up on his voice.

“Alright, hold on, guys. The boyfriend just got home, so I’m gonna take a short break— make sure you stretch, take a pee break and get some more water and snacks!” She waved at her camera before pressing some buttons on her stream deck to mute her mic and change to her Be Right Back screen. Before she was turning to him with the biggest grin.

“Hey, Sun,” he greeted her softly, smiling as he stepped inside, knowing it was now safe. “How’s it going today?”

“Really good, how was the studio?” She asked him in reply, leaning back in her chair as he was leaning over her. His hands rested on the arms of her chair.

“It was good, Sarah mentioned coming by— said I’d let you choose when,” he hummed out, as he was leaning down and brushing a gentle, chaste kiss to her lips. “Taste like strawberries,” he mumbled, as he was stealing another kiss from her.

“Wearing your favourite,” she mumbled, enjoying the kisses she was receiving from him. Relishing in his affection, as she cupped his face between her hands gently.

“What challenge are you doing today?” He mumbled between kisses, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stay long before she had to return to her day job.

“100 Baby,” she whispered, smiling as she brushed her nose against his.

He raised his brow, looking down at her as his eyes dropped down to her stomach. “They have you popping out 100 babies?” He asked for clarification.

“No…” she paused, biting at her bottom lip. “They have you popping out a hundred babies,” she informed him, loving the reaction on his face. “Yeah, look,” she said, as she was turning in her chair slightly before her face was falling.

Seeing the chat was flooded with messages, which wasn’t unusual but they were all saying similar things.

⭐️ simsgamer243: omg is that ACTUAL HARRY STYLES????

⭐️ indigoqueen: SOLARIS DATING HARRY!!!!

🗡️ ⭐️ inherfeels: @solaris babe CHANGE SCREEN!!

She stared at the chat going a mile a minute with all similar messages, feeling her entire body go numb as her viewer number was just rising as more and more people found out that Harry was on her stream.

“Sun, what’s going on?” He asked her, his voice full of concern as he followed her line of sight.

On her monitor that didn’t show her game, was her webcam on her main chatting screen. And they were the main focus, as she stared in horror at the fact that they were now officially public.

Then her reflexes kicked in, and she was pressing End Stream on the software before she was sitting back. Harry’s hands rested on her shoulders, rubbing them gently as he tried to calm her down. His phone was already ringing in his pocket, and he knew he should answer it. It was probably Jeff, who would have been informed the second tweets started being made about the stream. But he had far more important things to worry about.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed softly, and they stayed there a while. Him whispering soft reassurances as she recollected herself.