Better than words

1. We would miss you. 2. It’s not worth the regret. Either by yourself if you failed or just simply left scars, or the regret everyone else feels by not doing enough to help you. 3. It does get better. Believe it or not it will eventually get better. Sometimes you have to go through the storm to get to the rainbow. 4. There’s so much you would miss out on doing. 5. There is always a reason to live. It might not be clear right now, but it is always there. 6. So many people care, and it would hurt them if you hurt yourself. 7. You ARE worth it. Don’t let anyone, especially yourself, tell you otherwise. 8. You are amazing. 9. A time will come, once you’ve battled the toughest times of your life and are in ease once again, where you will be so glad that you decided to keep on living. You will emerge stronger from this all, and won’t regret your choice to carry on with life. Because things always get better. 10. What about all the things you’ve always wanted to do? What about the things you’ve planned, but never got around to doing? You can’t do them when you’re dead. 11. I love you. Even if only one person loves you, that’s still a reason to stay alive. 12. You won’t be able to listen to music if you die. 13. Killing yourself is never worth it. You’ll hurt both yourself and all the people you care about. 14. There are so many people that would miss you, including me. 15. You’re preventing a future generation, YOUR KIDS, from even being born. 16. How do you think your family would feel? Would it improve their lives if you died? 17. You’re gorgeous, amazing, and to someone you are perfect. 18. Think about your favourite music artist, you’ll never hear their voice again… 19. You’ll never have the feeling of walking into a warm building on a cold day 20. Listening to incredibly loud music 21. Being alive is just really good. 22. Not being alive is really bad. 23. Finding your soulmate. 24. Red pandas 25. Going to diners at three in the morning. 26. Really soft pillows. 27. Eating pizza in New York City. 28. Proving people wrong with your success. 29. Watching the jerks that doubted you fail at life. 30. Seeing someone trip over a garbage can. 31. Being able to help other people. 32. Bonfires. 33. Sitting on rooftops. 34. Seeing every single country in the world. 35. Going on roadtrips. 36. You might win the lottery someday. 37. Listening to music on a record player. 38. Going to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 39. Taking really cool pictures. 40. Literally meeting thousands of new people. 41. Hearing crazy stories. 42. Telling crazy stories. 43. Eating ice cream on a hot day. 44. More Harry Potter books could come out, you never know. 45. Travelling to another planet someday. 46. Having an underwater house. 47. Randomly running into your hero on the street. 48. Having your own room at a fancy hotel. 49. Trampolines. 50. Think about your favourite movie, you’ll never watch it again. 51. Think about the feeling of laughing out loud in a public place because your best friend has just sent you an inside joke, 52. Your survival will make the world better, even if it’s for just one person or 20 or 100 or more. 53. People do care. 54. Treehouses 55. Hanging out with your soul mate in a treehouse 55. Snorting when you laugh and not caring who sees 56. I don’t even know you and I love you. 57. I don’t even know you and I care about you. 58. Because nobody is going to be like you ever, so embrace your uniqueness! 59. You won’t be here to experience the first cat world emperor. 60. WHAT ABOUT FOOD?! YOU’LL MISS CHOCOLATE AND ALL THE OTHER NOM THINGS! 61. Starbucks. 62. Hugs. 63. Stargazing. 64. You have a purpose, and it’s up to you to find out what it is. 65. You’ve changed somebody’s life. 66. Now you could change the world. 67. You will meet the person that’s perfect for you. 68. No matter how much or how little, you have your life ahead of you. 69. You have the chance to save somebody’s life. 70. If you end your life, you’re stopping yourself from achieving great things. 71. Making snow angels. 72. Making snowmen. 73. Snowball fights. 74. Life is what you make of it. 75. Everybody has a talent. 76. Laughing until you cry. 77. Having the ability to be sad means you have the ability to be happy. 78. The world would not be the same if you didn’t exist. 79. Its possible to turn frowns, upside down 80. Be yourself, don’t take anyone’s shit, and never let them take you alive. 81. Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary. Be your own hero. 82. Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect. It means that you’ve decided to look beyond the imperfections. 83. One day your smile will be real. 84. Having a really hot, relaxing bath after a stressful day. 85. Lying on grass and laughing at the clouds. 86. Getting completely smashed with your best friends. 87. Eating crazy food. 88. Staying up all night watching your favourite films with a loved one. 89. Sleeping in all day. 90. Creating something you’re proud of. 91. You can look back on yourself 70 years later and being proud you didn’t commit 92. Being able to meet your Internet friends. 93. Tea / Coffee / Hot Chocolate 94. Sherlock season three. 95. Cuddling under the stars. 96. Being stupid in public because you just can. 97. If you are reading this then you are alive! Is there any more reason to smile? 98. being able to hug that one person you havent seen in years 99. People care enough about you and your future to come up with 100 reasons for you not to do this. 100. But, the final and most important one is, just, being able to experience life. Because even if your life doesn’t seem so great right now, literally anything could happen

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A/n: I love this so much. This was inspired by the pancakes I ate this morning, appreciate ya.

(Requests and blurbs are open)

Summary: in which Harry makes breakfast for you… sort of.

The sun peeked through your bedroom window, the vibrant gleam casting a light on the soft cotton wrapped around your body as you sink deeper into the sheets.

Your arm indistinctively reaches for Harry, but all you are met with is a cold and empty surface.

Curiously, your eyes flutter open at his absence, nothing but the sounds of melodious chirping and your slow breaths were heard while concern falls on your features.

You quickly untangle yourself from the sheets, stumbling as you tiredly tiptoe across the room, grabbing one of Harry’s shirts to cover your exposed skin.

Gripping the handle of the door, you swing it open as a yawn escapes your lips, the pungent and sweet smell of breakfast peculiarly fill your lungs.

The closer you got, the more pervasive the aroma became, but instead of hearing the familiar sound of birds echoing in your ears, you were faced with the faint rhythmic hums of Harry’s voice projecting from the kitchen.

You leaned against the kitchen door, inspecting silently as he poured the mixture, leveling the batter by swirling it in the silver pan and watched as it cooked against the heat of the stove.

He didn’t seem to notice your presence as he began to increase the volume of the small radio beside him, completely encapsulated by the music escaping from the small box while his head lightly swayed with the chorus.

His humming turning into quiet singing as he successfully flips the pancake. It was a sight to see to say the least, for one, he wasn’t wearing a shirt which allowed you to see the dips in his back and the curves in his broad shoulders while the black ink from his tattoos are exposed on his arms.

But what really brought a smile to your face was the soft melody escaping his lips and the thought of him making breakfast for the both of you, even if he was piled with other business priorities.

You notice the song fade out and his voice start to return to a hum, his body still softly swaying as he looks over the pancake.

“Harry.” You say suddenly, causing him to flinch and drop the metal spachelor onto the floor as his attention turns to you.

“Shit!” He mutters, grabbing the utensil and tossing it in the sink, his gaze softening as he meets yours.

“Sorry bub.” You say with a taunting gleam in your eyes, sauntering closer towards him with a small smile.

“How long have yeh been standing there?” He questions.

“Never mind that, what on earth are you doing up so early in the morning?” You ask, making your way to the counter next to the stove and pushing yourself up, allowing you to sit and watch while he cooks.

“I thought I could surprise yeh with breakfast, I know I usually don’t have much time to do things like this, so I decided since it’s m'day off, why not treat ourselves.” He explains with a boyish grin, placing himself in front of you.

“Oh Harry, you didn’t have to do that.” Your voice falters as you twirl one of the loose curls hanging off the side of his face with your index finger.

His gaze travels down and instantly, he cocks his head to one side as a hint of a smile plays on his lips.

“I see y'wearing my shirt, I was looking for it everywhere.”

“So it seems.” You say teasingly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him closer, his soft lips brushing against yours as you pull him into a kiss.

It was soft and full of passion as his fingers glide across your back only adding to the butterflies in your stomach.

But you quickly break the kiss, causing his eyes to narrow in confusion as you begin to notice the familiar scent of smoke coming from the stove.

“Bub, I think your pancakes are burning.” You inform him, letting out a small chuckle.

He immediately breaks away from your arms, flustered by your words as he flips the pancake onto a seperate plate placed on the counter.

“Oh- well tha’s not very good is it.” His disappointed gaze lingering on the noticeably burnt pancake. You mockingly roll your eyes at him, jumping off the counter and stepping in front of the stove.

“Alright out of the way, let the master do her thing.” You playfully shove his shoulder causing him to move further away from the stove as you grab the pancake batter and pour some onto the pan.

He amusingly shakes his head, turning up the volume of the radio and sitting on the same spot on the counter you were on previously, watching as you sway to the melody of the song.

And then there’s my own mother, who has never taken up smoking, but who grew up with two chain-smoking parents. My mom who has permanent lung and throat damage from a lifetime of breathing in smoke that she didn’t ask for. My mom who now takes daily medication so her throat doesn’t ache.

Okay, I’m sorry in advance, BUT THIS HAS BEEN IN MY MIND ALL DAY.

Harry is slumped back against the sofa, his long legs crossed and covered in tight black jeans, a phone wrapped in his big hand, his eyes glued to the screen.

You walk up to him, a wide smile spread across your face, holding the pregnancy test behind your back. Standing in front of him, you circle your hips and lift yourself up on your heels, until Harry looks up to you.

“Wha’ is it, pet?” he asks, an amused smile on his face. He has puffy under eyes, and curls spread across his forehead, and a light scruff covering his chin and jawline.

Without a word, you hand him the pregnancy test, and he hesitates at first, thinking, is it what he thinks it is? Are you serious?

“Tell me what it says.”

“It.. it has two red lines.” he reads in disbelief, looking up to you wide eyed, and his mouth falls agape.

“You’re going to be a dad, Harry.”

Harry gets up on the second you speak your words, his eyes getting glossier from the tears of joy and amazement.

“Wha’? Are yeh serious?” He asks hastily, feeling his heart starting to beat faster. You nod to him, and that’s when he loses it.

He crouches down, hiding his face in his palms, soft cries leaving his lips. He’s mumbling something, something in the lines of:

“Oh my god. I can’t believe this. I’ve waited so long, and now it’s happening.”

You also crouch down to him, tuck a curly strand of hair behind his ear, and stroke Harry’s hand with your thumb, asking him to show you his face.

He finally reveals his now even puffier red eyes, flushed out cheeks and trembling cherry lips, that are still curved up into the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.