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Harry Styles

Paparazzi

Needles

PDA

Amor

Mirrors Don’t Define You

The Box

City Lights

It’ll Be Okay

Pedro Pascal

Nothing yet...

Joel Miller

Nothing yet...

Drew Starkey

Nothing yet...

Rafe Cameron

Nothing yet...

JJ Maybank

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, has bipolar disorder, and no one can bring her out of her episodes other than him.

WARNING: There is going to be mentions/actions of alcohol abuse, drug use, outbursts of anger, sudden changes in mood and domestic violence in this story. Harry does smoke in this as well. If you are not comfortable with that, please do not continue reading.

I sat on the couch with the bottle of vodka in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, mascara and tear stains on my cheeks. The alcohol and drugs were the only two things that made me feel at peace in this moment. Serenity.

A sudden click of the lock causes me to immediately put out my cigarette and hide the bottle of vodka. I attempt to walk up to the door, my steps going every which way. When he walks in, his face immediately changes, the scent of the marijuana pungent on my clothes and in the house, the smell of alcohol fuming off my breath.

“Oh, Harry! Hello. How was work?” I say, my voice slurring with every word I speak. I lean into his chest, putting all of my weight into him, making him tumble back a couple of steps.

“Are you okay, honey? You’re having another episode, aren’t you? Let’s get you on the couch, okay?”

“No, I wanna go upstairs! Have a bit of fun, if you know what I mean.” I say, a smirk present in my face.

“Absolutely not. You legally cannot give consent if you’re under the influence, baby. Stay on the couch, okay? I’m gonna go get you a glass of water.”

“No, no water.”

“Yes, water. You need some in your system, love.” He leaves me on the couch with a kiss to my forehead to go get some water.

I sit patiently on the couch, and after deciding he was taking to long, I grab my lighter and another cigarette. After lighting it, I take a long drag and inhale the smoke for a couple of seconds before puffing it out, when Harry walks in.

“Baby, what did we talk about? No smoking inside, right? That’s for outside only, my love.” He takes the cigarette from your lips and puts it out in the ashtray next to the couch.

Suddenly, your mood changes drastically and you feel a tear slip down your cheek. Harry immediately notices and is by your side in an instant, god knows what he did with the glass of water in his hands. For all he knows, it means nothing to him right now.

“Baby love, what’s going on? You having another episode, pretty girl? You can talk to me.” He says, his voice softening at the quick change of your emotions.

“I-I was just thinking about my past. My dad. And how he used to hit me. And I was thinking about it and I just brought the thought into my head that maybe that would be you one day and my emotions got the better of me. I know you would never do that to me or anyone for that matter, but my emotions got a hold of me. I’m sorry.” Harry sits there in silence for a second, probably out of sheer shock that I would ever think he would do something even remotely close to lay a finger on someone without their verbal consent.

“Oh, baby, my love. I would never ever do such a thing to you. I know how much you despise your father and although I’ve never met him, I despise him as well. He ruined your life. No one deserves to go through that. Especially you, my angel.” He ever so softly pecks your cheek, being as gentle as possible with you, knowing you’re at your most vulnerable right now.

You fall further into his arms, seeking for a safe haven, which he was yours. He wraps his arms tightly around you, placing a few kisses on the top of your head.

“I know that smoking helps you calm down so if you want to go into the backyard and do that you can feel free, my love. I’ll even join you this time. Stressful day at work.” Harry says and your heart grows a little more for him. You really only smoke to calm your nerves, but it turned into more of an addiction now. Harry rarely ever joins you for a smoke, it’s not really his thing but when he feels anxious or stressed about something related to his career, he’ll join you.

“That would be amazing, baby. I love you.” You peck his lips and grab the box of cigarettes and lighter from the table next to the couch, grabbing his hand with your free one and leading him outside with you to the bench you have out there.

He sits down before you and you sit down, putting your legs over his. You hand him the box and he takes one out, lighting it before handing you the box and the lighter. You watch him blow the smoke out of the corner of his mouth before placing the cigarette in your mouth and lighting it.

You adjust your position, curling up against Harry’s side, him moving his arm above your head to take another puff of the cigarette.

“Thank you for always being here for me, H. It really does mean a lot to me. I love you.”

“Of course, baby. There’s no one I’d rather be with than you, lovie. I love you so much more.”

And he locks that in with a kiss to your lips.

-

The one where Y/N, Harry’s fiancée, their daughter, Lyla, and him take a walk through NYC at night, as he is currently doing his New York residency shows.

“Woah, daddy, look at all the lights over there!” Lyla points at the tall building in front of her, perched on Harry’s shoulders, looking so mesmerized by everything around her.

“Yeah, they’re cool, aren’t they, bug?” Harry says, looking up at his daughter with so much love for her in his eyes. Harry slowly rubs the outside of your hand with his thumb, fingers intertwined, his other hand protectively holding Lyla’s leg.

Harry looks over at you, a loving smile on his face. You peck his cheek, making that smile of his grow a tad bit bigger, if that was even possible.

You notice Lyla’s eyes become a bit droopy, signaling she’s getting tired which most likely means she’s also getting quite grumpy.

“Daddy, put me down, pleaseeee!” She whines, hitting his head repeatedly with her small hands. Although it may not have hurt, Harry and I are trying to discipline Lyla.

“Lyla Marie, we do not hit. Do you understand me? Now, before I put you down, I want you to apologize to me, okay?”

“Yes, I understand. I am very sorry for hitting you. I won’t do it again. I pinky promise, daddy.” Harry and her link their pinkies together, smiling at each other so happily.

“Harry baby, I think we should head back to the hotel. It seems to me that little miss Lyla over here is turning into a grump. We need to get her to bed pretty soon.”

“Okay, my love. We can start heading back, okay?” You nod your head at his statement, turning around and heading back towards your hotel.

Lyla falls asleep on Harry’s shoulders, her cheek squished against the top of his head. You pull out your phone a take a picture of it to capture the memory. You and harry walk hand in hand, but silently, not to wake your sleeping daughter.

The two of you arrive back at the hotel, heading ti the top floor, which also happens ti be the penthouse, which also happens to be the room we are staying in for the next month or so while Harry does his residency shows here in Manhattan.

Harry, with your help, carefully takes Lyla off of his shoulders in one swift motion, being cautious not to wake her peaceful, sleeping body. He walks into her bedroom and carefully pulls the sheets down, placing her sleeping body on the bed and tucking her in. The both of you place a soft kiss to her forehead, before turning out the light in her room and leaving the door a tad bit open, which is how she sleeps every night.

You and Harry head back to your room, which is right across the room from hers.

“She is so perfect, you know that, honey?” Harry says to you, sighing in content. You smile at him, placing a couple of pecks on his lips.

“Yeah, she sure is, H. She sure is.”

-

The one where Harry, CEO of the biggest company in town, is an avid member of The Box club in Soho, and he happens to get a private room with his favorite performer, Y/N.

WARNING: Contains unprotected sex, blowjob, face fucking, choking, spitting, slapping, hair pulling, semi-public sex, dirty talk, fingering, degradation, name calling such as slut, whore, and cumdump, LHH, dom!Harry, sub!Reader

I watched as her perfect body floated across the stage, wearing the skimpiest lingerie I have ever seen, causing an immediate bulge to erupt in my boxers. She is so effortlessly good at what she does, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats, wanting more.

I know I can pull her for a private room, it’s just if she is willing to do it. So, I decide to shoot my shot tonight, and start with a bid of $15K. No one seems to top that. That’s what I figured would happen.

She gives me a look, her eyes full of lust and passion, as I give her that same look back, clicking my tongue on the roof of my mouth. She gets off the stage and steps toward me, going painfully slow, making me wait even longer to finally get my hands on her.

She finally reaches where I’m sat in the back of the club, sitting herself down on my lap with no warning, slowly starting to grind her hips against mine, causing me to buck my hips up and put a hand on her waist to stop her from starting something out here.

She turns herself around, landing her lips on mine in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, trailing down to my neck and leaving a mark right below my earlobe.

“Meet me in the room in 30 minutes. I expect to see you there. On time. Don’t be late, Styles.” She gives me a swift smirk before hoisting herself off of me in one swift motion and heads towards where the rooms are to do whatever it is she has to before our little evening of fun.

Oh it’s over for me.

-

I knock on the door of the private room, waiting a couple seconds for a response from her.

“Come in.”

I practically knock the door off of its hinges with the amount of force I put into opening it as soon as she made one sound.

My eyes widen when I see her, sitting in a throne-like chair, wearing a black laced set, her bra making her tits look even more full than they did on that stage.

I walk towards the chair, circling around it, restraining myself from touching her. “Well, what do we have here? A little slut, waiting to be man handled like the filthy girl she is.” I chuckle lowly, a smirk creeping onto my lips.

“Open your mouth.” I say in a growly tone when I land in front of her. She obeys almost immediately, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I grab her jaw with my hand, a bit of force to my grip, spitting in her mouth before forcing it closed with my hand. “Keep it there for me, pretty girl, yeah?” She nods her head, obeying all of my commands. “Good girl.” I say before turning around to get myself situated.

I frantically undo my belt, throwing it to the side, not caring where it lands. I unzip my pants and undo the button impatiently, kicking them off my ankles, before turning back around and pulling my boxers off just enough to expose my cock.

She takes her bottom lip into her mouth once she sees my length, starting to smile. “You like what you see, angel?” I stare into her eyes. She nods her head and tries to touch me but I push her hand away.

“Ah, gotta see if you were a good girl for me. Open that pretty mouth if yours, need to see if you kept me there.” She obeys, opening her mouth, allowing me to see both of our saliva pool on her tongue.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” I say, placing my lips on hers, forcing my tongue into her mouth, exploring her mouth, but not with too much force. She takes my tongue between her lips and gives it a gentle suck before continuing to kiss me.

Fuck. I’m so down bad.

She separates her lips from mine, trying to catch her breath. “Wanna make you feel good, daddy.” She looks up at me, taking my cock in her small hand and slowly starting to stroke it.

“Wanna give me a blowjob, pretty? Yeah? Want my cock in your pretty mouth?” She frantically nods her head, looking up at me with her puppy dog eyes.

I pick her up, taking her place in the chair before setting her gently down on her knees so that she’s eye level with my cock. She takes it in her hand, slowly stoking it up and down as she looks up at me, making eye contact.

She places a kiss to the pink tip, immediately causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. She places a few more pecks down my shaft before coming back up to take the tip in her mouth, gently sucking on it.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” I gather her hair into a ponytail with my fist and guide her mouth down my cock a bit further with each movement. She suddenly pulls off of me, and looks up at me with teary, red-rimmed eyes, a trail of spit dripping down her chin. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

“Why’d you pull off, babylove? Was my cock too much for you?” I say in an enticing tone, almost sarcastically. “Want you to fuck my throat, daddy. Please. I’ll be good the rest of the night.” I smile deviously at her, so obedient and submissive. “Tap my leg 3 times if you need me to stop. Understood?” She nods her head head at me, letting me know that I can continue.

Without warning, I thrust my cock into her mouth, inching it slowly down her throat. She closes her eyes which causes a light slap to her cheek. “Look at me, baby. Eyes on me.”

She looks up at me as I thrust in and out of her pretty, little mouth, edging me closer and closer to cumming on the spot. But I can’t. She would think I was insane for cumming so fast, but she has no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

I feel a few little taps on my leg, causing my movements to immediately stop as I pull out of her mouth, my mind immediately racing with thoughts. Did I do something wrong?

“What’s wrong, babylove? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Fuck, I’m so so sorry if I hurt you. I could never forgive myself for hurting you, my baby.” I say, holding her face, one hand on either side.

“Want your fingers, daddy.” She looks up at me with a devilish grin, a sigh of relief and anger coming out at the same time. Relief because I know she’s okay. Anger because she stopped pleasuring me just to tell me she wanted my fingers.

“Angel, you don’t tell me to stop unless I’m hurting you or making you uncomfortable. Stopping me because you want my fingers in your pretty little cunt is unacceptable. Now, since you’ve been such a good little slut for me all night, I’m letting this happen. This is your one and only warning.” I say the last sentence with a bit of sharpness in my voice.

I see a couch against the wall and without question, I pick Y/N up and place her on the couch so her back is against the soft cushion but her legs are lifted off of the couch. I taunt her legs open, placing wet kisses on her inner thighs, dangerously close to her cunt.

I pull her pretty panties to the side, her cunt dripping with her own arousal, all pretty and pink. All for me.

“Such a pretty pussy you’ve got, love. Cant wait to get my cock in there but we’ve gotta open you up a little first, huh? Such a tight little thing.” I say, slowly rubbing at her clit, seeing her face contort with pleasure, small whimpers escaping her lips.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” She says breathily, almost coming out as a whimper instead of clear words.

“Yeah? You like when I play with your pretty pussy, don’t you, baby?” She nods her head frantically at my words as I move up to place a kiss to her lips, our teeth clashing with the force one another is putting into the kiss.

I pull away from her lips and without warning, slide my index finger into her cunt, causing an immediate moan to escape both of our lips. “Shit, you’re so tight.” I say, thrusting my finger in and out, seeing her arousal glisten on my finger before adding another one.

“You want my cock in your pussy, pretty girl? Want daddy’s cock in that pretty little cunt, dripping all because of me? Beg for it.” I say in a tone that causes her eyes to immediately go dark, a smile creeping up her lips.

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Need to feel your cock in my pussy. Make me feel so good. Please.” She says, a slight hoarseness to her voice, making it that much hotter.

My tip teases her slit every so often, causing gasps and whimpers of pleasure to escape her perfect mouth. “Already whimpering and I haven’t even put my cock in you angel. Such a desperate little whore.”

She flashes a smile at me, seeming a bit flustered as her cheeks turn pink. “Please? Can I please ride your cock?” She whimpers, causing a low groan to escape from my parted lips.

I immediately help her up and place myself down in the chair before helping her on top of me and making sure she’s comfortable. I glide the tip of my cock along her slit, causing moans and whimpers to escape her lips, making me realize how desperate she is.

“Please fuck me, Harry. Please.”

“Is that what you want, baby? My cock inside your tight, little pussy? Yeah?”

She nods her head profusely. That won’t cut it for me.

“Words, baby. Use your words.”

“Yes, daddy. Please fuck me.”

I guide my cock slowly into her tight pussy, causing loud moans of pleasure to escape her mouth, her nails digging into my chest, surely leaving a mark.

“Fuck, angel. You feel so good around me. So, so good. Just move whenever you’re ready, baby.”

She slowly starts to move up and down, gaining speed with each thrust. I throw my head back in pleasure, raspy groans and moans escaping my lips.

She moves her head out of my neck and places her lips on mine, starting a heated kiss, tongues immediately finding their way to each other. She pulls away and gives me a smug smile, biting her lip, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

“Shit, you’re so good, H. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go, angel.”

She immediately goes limp, her legs shaking, having quite the orgasm. What a beautiful fucking sight that is.

Just when she thought we were done, I bend her over on the chair, her knees on the ground, and thrust my cock straight into her pussy.

“Fuck! Holy shit! That feels so good.”

“Yeah? You like that, baby? Does it hit your spot?”

“Fuck, yes it does. Feel you in my tummy, daddy.”

“That’s what I like to hear, babylove.”

I notice her legs start trembling again, me getting close to my high as well.

“Fuck, daddy. Please cum inside me. I want it all.”

“Shit. I’m gonna cum angel. You’re so good. So good.”

I feel my cock start to twitch inside of her, before I let go and cum right inside her pretty, little pussy.

The one where Y/N, Harry’s wife, is going through a rough patch in her mental health while Harry is away on tour.

Warning: Body image, eating disorders, anxiety and depression are all mentioned in this story.

You look at yourself in the mirror, your cheeks stained with tears and mascara, eyes puffy and red. You lay down on the rug, covering your face with your hands and choking out a sob.

You have always struggled with coming to terms about the way your body looks. Harry has always been there to guide you through those rough patches, but now he’s on a world tour, doing what he loves. Seeing him happy up on stage makes you so extremely proud of him, but you miss him so much.

This has caused you to fall into a spiral of depression, anxiety, and not eating. I know, it sounds a bit over dramatic but when Harry is not there to push you along and help you get back into shape to be your happy self again, it’s so hard for you to find the joys in life that you normally would.

You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, indicating that someone is calling you. You carelessly press the off button on the side of your phone, not wanting to talk to or see anyone right now.

The buzzing starts again, and you press the button once again. Then it starts again and you finally are so tired of it that you take your phone out of your pocket and look at the name on the top of the screen — “Lover Boy”. Harry was trying to FaceTime you.

You immediately regret declining his calls twice, being he’s the only person you want to talk to when you’re in a mood. You press the green accept call button and it takes a couple of seconds before his face appears on the screen. You refuse to show your appearance right now, showing him the ceiling of your home instead.

“How’s m’pretty girl doing?” He says, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. You know that if you answer, you’ll break down in tears so you just stay quiet. “Y/N?” You can hear the slight tinge of worry in his voice, making you immediately feel guilty. “Baby, are y’there?” He says, with a lot more concern.

You finally give up and decide to show your face, your appearance making you cringe. Your face is stained with mascara and tears, your hair is up in a very messy bun and you are only wearing a sports bra and sweatpants. “Hi, Harry.” The tears immediately begin to well in your eyes.

“Oh, darling. What’s going on, my love? Y’okay?” You shake your head no and his facial expression changes to a very sad one.

“I can’t do this anymore, Harry. I’m so fucking tired.” The tears are fully streaming down your face now.

“Tired of what, baby?” He asks you as he frantically moves around and manages to open his laptop. You don’t notice any of this is going on as you are solely focused on the fact that Harry is even seeing you like this.

“I don’t know, just life, I guess. It gets so hard sometimes to the point where I can’t even feed myself. I’m so unhealthy, Harry. I just need you to come home. I know you can’t because of tour so I can go another month and a half without you but I’m just so tired of life.” You say, wiping the mascara from your eyes and cheeks.

“Honey, don’t put y’self second, please. I just booked a plane ticket and I’m flying out t’London tonight. I don’t care how many shows I have to cancel and reschedule. Y’are my number one priority right now, okay?”

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that. I’ll be fine, okay? I promise. I don’t need you cancelling shows to fly out here and see me.”

“We’re married. I know y’well enough to know that y’need me to be with y’right now, mia bella. I love y’so much, okay? I’ll see y’soon. I need to go pack now.”

“I love you, Harry.” He blows you a kiss and ends the call. You immediately break down in tears due to the fact that your husband is so caring and attentive of your needs.

-

You hear the lock on the door click as Harry frantically struggles to open the front door of your house. Once you hear the door open, you run as fast as you can down the stairs, almost losing your balance on a few.

As soon he sees you, he throws all of his bags and guitars down, not caring where they end up. You are his first priority.

As soon as you are within reach of each other, you jump into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as him arms go to yours. The tears immediately start falling once you’re in his arms. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, not wanting him to see you this upset.

“Oh, baby. What’s goin’ on, m’love?” His voice sounding genuinely concerned.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Harry. I just want to savor this moment with you.”

“Okay, pretty girl. That’s totally fine. Wanna sit on the couch with me?” You nod your head he walks the two of you over, you still in his arms. He sits down and you stay in his lap, your legs going on the outsides of his.

“I love you so much, Harry.”

The one where Harry is dating a Latina, Y/N, and Harry is meeting her family for the first time, stressed that he doesn’t know any Spanish.

“Harry, we have to get going, mi amor!” You yell from the bottom of the stairs, hoping Harry will join your presence downstairs.

“Alright, I’ll be down in one second, babe!” He yells back at you, a certain shakiness to his voice. You know he’s nervous because he barely knows any Spanish and has been trying to practice these past couple of weeks.

Harry is meeting your whole family today. Every Sunday, you have dinner with your whole family, parents, cousins, grandparents. Your mom asked last weekend if Harry would be willing to join this weekend and of course, he said yes when I asked.

He walks down the stairs, dressed in slacks and a button down. Once he reaches you, you entangle your fingers together and walk out the door towards the car.

-

“Hola mamá! Comó estás?” You say to your mom when she answers the door and immediately engulfs you in a big hug.

“Oh, te extrañé mucho, cariño.” She says, kissing my cheek leaving a trace of her lipstick. “Yo también te extrañé, mamá. Este es Harry, mi novio. Sé que has querido conocerlo por un tiempo.”

“Hola. Comó estás?” He says, his voice with a tinge of nervousness to it. “Oh Harry, I can speak English. Don’t feel like you have to speak Spanish while you’re around me. Now get in here and give me a hug! Come on!” Harry let’s out a nervous laugh and goes to hug your mom. You smile as you see them already getting along so well.

You walk into the house, packed full of your family from all over. You greet some of your cousins, introducing them to Harry. Once you and Harry reach the kitchen, you see your Abuela by the stove, making her arepas con queso.

“Abuela! Es tan bueno verte de nuevo. Puedo hacer algo para ayudarte? No quiero que te quemes y no puedas pasar tiempo con la familia.” You say to your Abuela, knowing she’s quite tired after the amount of arepas she makes for everyone.

“Eso es muy dulce de tu parte, cariño. Si quieres, tú y Harry pueden hacerse cargo de mi trabajo mientras yo voy a visitar a la familia un rato. Sé que quieres pasar un rato a solas con él, si sabes a lo que me refiero.” Your eyes widen at her words and she laughs a little bit at your facial expression. “Ay, Abuela!” You say, giggling through your words.

“Es tan maravilloso conocerte finalmente, Harry. Y/N, les daré a ustedes dos su tiempo a solas. Me aseguraré de que mi hija no entra en la cocina. Te amo.”

“Gracias, Abuela. Yo también te amo.” You kiss each other on the cheek and she smiles at you and harry before making her way out of the room.

“Baby, I absolutely adore your family.” Harry says, wrapping his arms around your waist as soon as your Abuela is out of sight.

“Do you really? I’m so glad to hear that, amor. Sorry we all speak in Spanish. I know it’s hard for you to understand us. Just ask me when you don’t understand and I can tell you everything we’re talking about, okay? Now, do you wanna learn how to make arepas con queso?”

He nods his head vigorously, as he’s absolutely obsessed with these every time you make them at home.

You and Harry both work on the arepas once you show him how to do it, the kitchen full of laughter and joy as you two joke around with each other.

Your Abuela comes back into the kitchen about 20 minutes later, when you are just finishing up the cooking of the very last arepa.

“Estábamos terminando, Abuela. No hay necesidad de preocuparse por nosotros. Por qué no vas y te sientas mientras terminamos, de acuerdo? Llamaré a todos aquí para que podamos empezar a comer.” You tell your Abuela and she nods her head, wanting to sit down.

You help her over to a chair at the table and guide her to sit down before going back over to Harry to retrieve the plate of arepas from him.

“Ven a la mesa para que podamos comer, todas!” You yell through the doorway of the kitchen, quickly moving away knowing that your family causes a stampede when it comes to food.

You sit down at the table next to your Abuela, Harry finding his seat right next to you. You can tell he’s nervous so you rest your elbow on the back of his chair, lifting your hand up to play with the hair on the back of his head, knowing that calms him down.

“Harry, baby, like I said, I can always tell you what we are talking about. Don’t be nervous. I can already tell everyone loves you.” You leave a kiss on his shoulder, taking your hand out of his hair and caressing his back for a few seconds before intertwining your fingers together, your thumb running over his cross tattoo.

Your family quite literally shakes the house, all coming into the kitchen at once and sitting down at the table in a very unorganized manner. Your older sister, Isabella, sits on the other side of Harry, him tensing up a bit. She notices and laughs at him a little bit.

“I don’t bite, Harry. There’s no need to be scared of me.” He laughs at her comment and leans into you a bit more.

“I love you.” You whisper in his ear, only fore him to hear, secretively biting his earlobe for a second.

“I love you more, mi amor.”

-

The one where Harry shows his love for Y/N through massive amounts of PDA.

“Watcha gettin’, baby?”

Harry asks you as you and him stand in line at a smoothie shop, waiting to order. His arms are around your waist, your hands on top of his, rubbing the tops of his hands with the pad of your thumb. He kisses up your neck and along your jawline, making you giggle and try to push him off of you.

“I think I’m going to get the strawberry banana one. What about you?”

“‘M gettin’ the kale one. The one I always get.” He whispers in your ear, caressing your hips and waist underneath your hoodie. “I love you so much, pretty girl. D’you know that?”

You let out a laugh, his softness making you practically melt in his arms. “I love you, mi amor.”

You lean your head back and peck his lips before the two of you move forward in the line, practically glued to each other.

“You are so amazing, la mia bella ragazza.”

The one where Y/N, Harry’s girlfriend, is deathly afraid of needles or anything to do with that sort. She has to get her flu shot and Harry decides to tag along with her so that she can feel comforted while getting her shot.

You slowly open your eyes, the bright sun peaking through the curtains. You shade your eyes with your hand before looking to your right and see a sleeping Harry. You decide to wake him, knowing he’ll want to come to your doctors appointment which is in a couple of hours, but it takes a while to drive out there.

You pepper soft kisses all over his chest and abs, before going up to his neck. You hear a soft groan from him, signaling that he’s waking up. You continue kissing at his neck, waiting for him to say something.

“Mornin’, angel.” He says, mindlessly taking a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger. “How’d y’sleep?” He says, his raspy morning voice very prominent.

“I slept very well, baby. Did you?” He nods his head before kissing my forehead gently. “The reason I woke you up though was to ask if you wanted to come to my doctors appointment? I’m getting my flu shot and it always helps me whenever you tag along. So if you don’t mind or if you’re not busy with work, would you come along?”

“‘Course I’ll come, kitten. Wouldn’t miss it f’the world. What time d’you gotta be there?” He says in the most loving voice he can possibly put on. “Um, I actually have to get going in about an hour and a half if that still works for you. It’s totally okay if it doesn’t, I’ll understand. I know you’re busy with work and-” I’m cut off by Harry placing his lips on my rambling ones.

“Don’t even worry, honey. Y’know I’ll be with y’every step of the way. I love you s’much, baby. Never forget that.” He says, placing a kiss on my forehead, neither of us needing to say anything, the kiss being a strong enough bond for each of us to know exactly how the other is feeling at the moment.

-

“Alright, so it’s time for your flu shot, love. I’ll go ahead and grab the nurse. She’ll be with you very shortly.” Your doctor says, sending a friendly smile your way, knowing you hate shots. As soon as she leaves the room, you let go.

You head falls to your knees which are tucked close to your chest. The sobs and tears that you were choking back during your whole checkup are just now making their way out and within an instant, Harry is sitting next to you on the bed, placing a loving hand on your thigh, caressing it softly with his thumb.

You build up the courage to look at him and as soon as you do, you regret it. Your red puffy eyes and tear stained face meet his very sad-looking face, making you start crying all over again. You didn’t know you hurt him that bad. “Oh, baby. Hey, hey, come ‘ere, my sweet girl.” He says, pulling you into his chest. You suddenly hear a knock on the door and a nurse walk in, scaring the living shit out of you.

You look over to see the flu shot, your breath hitching in your throat. To one, the size of the needle may seem like nothing; but to Y/N, it was the largest needle you had ever seen. At least that’s what your mind told you. Harry pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him. He wraps his arms tightly around you and you reciprocate the action.

“Alright Y/N, I’m assuming we’re gonna do this in the left arm today, am I right?” You nod your head, not wanting to say a word, knowing all that will come out is a sob. Harry peppers soft kisses on your neck causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach, calming you down slightly.

Normally, you two don’t show much PDA other than holding hands and the occasional kiss but he knows how much his touch calms you down. “Alright, I’m going to count to three and it’ll be over in a second, okay? Try taking some deep breaths for me and relax your shoulders.” You slowly move your shoulders down that we’re practically touching your ears and you take some deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You hear the nurse start to count and you pinch your eyes shut, hoping that would help. You feel the needle go into your arm and let out a small whimper, only loud enough for Harry to hear. You feel him squeeze you impossibly tighter after he heard the painful sound leave your precious lips.

“It’s okay, baby. It’s over now. No need to stress about it anymore.” He whispers in your ear as the nurse collects everything she brought into the room and walks out. You want to let out the sob you’ve been holding in for the past few minutes but you don’t want to seem like a wimp to Harry, so you decide to just hold it in until you’re on your own.

“Y’ready to go, angel?” He asks and you nod your head, hopping off the bed and intertwining his fingers with yours.

You stand in the elevator, just the two of you and he brings your entwined hands to his lips and leaves a lingering kiss before keeping your hand there, closing his eyes with so much peace of mind.

-

You are sat in the bedroom you share with Harry while he takes a shower, letting out the tears you’ve held in all day due to being with Harry for most of the day. Now that he’s showering, you thought it was the perfect time to release the tension you’ve had all over today.

You don’t notice the shower had turned off before it’s too late and Harry is already in your bedroom after he heard you crying from the bathroom.

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s got m’girl so upset, huh?” He says in his calming, raspy voice, kneeling down next to where you are, your eyes just barley peeking out from underneath the covers. “Just leave me alone, Haz.” You say, your voice cracking due to the tears you’ve shed.

“I’m not jus’ going to leave y’here to cry on your own, love. No way ‘m I doin’ that. But, I do need t’go put some clothes on so while I do that, y’can marinate in your emotions a little bit longer, okay?” He says, caressing your cheek with his thumb, your whole head out from under the covers now.

“Kiss?” You manage to say without your voice cracking, puckering your lips. He puts his lips on yours, your eyes and his fluttering shut. However, the sweet moment only lasts for a few seconds before he goes to put some clothes on.

As he is getting dressed for bed, you lay in the bed, staring at the ceiling and you feel tears coming from your eyes, yet no sounds or whimpers are coming from your mouth.

A few moments later, you feel the bed dip and you immediately know it’s Harry. “Now, kitten…I need y’to tell me what’s upsetting you. Wan’ t’know if there’s possibly anything I can do t’help you, okay? Y’think you can do that f’me sweet girl?” You want to tell him so badly. You really do. But telling him your still crying over the flu shot? That will definitely make you sound like a wimp to him.

“Just need a hug, Har.” You say, instead of stating your true feelings to him. He wastes no time pulling you on top of him and holding you as close as he can to his chest. “Sing to me?” You ask him, and he nods his head yes.

You lay on his chest, heartbeat prominent in you ear as you hear him softly sing your favorite song, your eyes slowly fluttering shut.

We’ll be a fine line

We’ll be a fine line

The one where Y/N and Harry’s daughter, Brielle, is at the rambunctious age of three and thinks she can protect herself in any situation. She ends up getting swarmed by paparazzi and fans when they try to go out for a nice lunch in town.

“Y’almost ready m’love?” Harry says softly, walking into the master bathroom, a squirming Brielle wriggling around in the grip of his muscular arms. You nod your head yes and give him a quick kiss on the lips while walking towards the closet to get your shoes on.

“Elle, I need you to cooperate with Daddy, okay? If you don’t, it’s going to make everything harder for you.” Harry tells her when she tries to squirm out of her arms. “No! Let me go, Daddy!” She yells at him and hits his arm. That’s when you step in.

“Hey! We do not hit, Brielle. That is not very nice. What do you say to your Daddy?” You say, raising your voice slightly at her. You notice a single tear fall down her cheek and you immediately feel guilt take over you. “I’m sorry for hitting you, Daddy. I promise I won’t do it again.” She says, squishing her face into his neck.

“‘S okay, pretty girl. ‘T was jus’ a small mistake ‘s all. I still love you, angel.” He says, placing a small kiss on her cheek.

“Baby, we just don’t want you running off while we are out in public and we want to try and reinforce that while we are at home so that you learn in a safe place without any hazards, okay?” You say and she nods her head, little sniffles escaping her nose. You take Harry’s hand in yours and head downstairs towards the garage to head downtown.

The three of you arrive and you can hear a very excited Brielle in the back seat, knowing she is super hungry. “‘Ve got her, baby. Y’stay right there, okay?” Harry tells you and you nod your head in return. He gets out of the car to help Brielle out and rushes over to open your door like the gentleman he is. He offers you a hand and you gladly take it, stepping out of the car and onto the ground.

“Bri, honey, y’need t’hold Daddy’s hand, please. Don’t want y’runnin’ off now, do we?” Harry says but Brielle ignores his statement and runs off anyways.

“Brielle Jane Styles, get back here right now!” You yell at her but she doesn’t oblige to your calls. Harry doesn’t even think and starts running after her, him obviously being faster and scooping her up in his arms just before she ran into the busy street. You see him giving her a lecture and decide to keep your distance until he’s done with his chat.

You notice him look over at you and that’s your sign to make your way over to him. As soon as you reach him, he interlocks his fingers with yours, Brielle in his other arm. As a family, the three of you walk over to the restaurant and walk inside. Harry tells the hostess that there are three of you and she leads you to a table outside, Harry placing Elle down in her chair before sitting down next to her. You sit across from Harry and place your purse on the chair next to you.

“Daddy, I’m hungry!” Brielle says to Harry in a quite loud voice. “Okay, m’angel. We’ll get y’somethin’ t’eat in just a moment.” He says, brushing the hair out of her face with his fingers.

The very kind waitress comes by your table a few minutes later to take your orders. I find it very kind that she didn’t try to draw attention to us just because it’s Harry Styles.

-

You get up out of your chair while Harry pulls out an unreasonably large tip for the waitress as well as writing a little note on the receipt to tell her how kind she was. Harry picks Brielle up out of her chair and follows you. We walk out of the patio area and down the street to explore around town for a little bit.

Harry apparently has the confidence to put your daughter down without having her hold his hand so she doesn’t run away or anything like that. You turn towards Harry and capture his lips in a kiss before starting some small talk with him staring intently into your eyes.

A few minutes later, you suddenly hear the shutters and flashes of cameras and a mob of fans. You look around and notice that you don’t see your daughter anymore. You hear a cry from inside the mob of fans and paparazzi. You and Harry both look at each other with worry. You know that cry from miles and miles away. That’s Brielle.

Before you could even think, both you and Harry are running towards the mob, pushing through all of the fans and paparazzi. “Excuse me, babe. Sorry.” was all you were saying to get to your daughter as fast as possible and without injuring anyone. You finally reach the middle of the crowd, seeing Harry crouched down next to your daughter. You decide it’s your place to let these paparazzi and fans know what they did is so disrespectful.

“Hey! Everyone listen up! What you did to my daughter is so utterly rude and disrespectful! She’s only three for crying out loud! She is going to have this memory engraved in her mind forever because it’s so scary. I’ve been mobbed by you guys thousands of times and every single time, I also get scared. So please, I ask you to give us some space and leave our daughter alone.” You vent and they all slowly start to walk away.

“Shh, come ‘ere, my love. Can y’show Daddy where it ‘urts?” He says lifting his daughter up in his arms and setting her down on the nearby bench before crouching down in front of her. Elle points to her knee, tears streaming down her face. Harry rolls her pant leg up and sees a very large scrape on her knee.

Once you see that, you frantically dig around in your purse for a wipe to clean it as well as a bandage. You find both and walk over to them to find Harry comforting your daughter in any way he possibly can. “Mommy, it’s hurting really bad.” Brielle says, her tears continuing down her face.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry this happened. Can you let me clean and bandage your knee?” I ask her and she nods her head. You very gently wipe down her knee, making sure not to press down to hard. You hand Harry the bandage and he places it on her knee. You lift her up in your arms and the three of you walk back to the car to head home.

-

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think that’s ever going to happen to Brielle again?” You say and he joins the bed with you, pulling you into his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, making you close your eyes.

“‘M sure it will, m’love. But we will make sure that it doesn’t happen anytime soon.” He says, placing his lips on yours and lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and holding you impossibly closer to his chest.

“I love you, Harry.”