Heels in the Kitchen
A sexy one shot, starring husband!harry.
**warnings: contains fluffiness, smut, daddy kink, strong profanity, and light spanking featuring previews of dad!harry.
**word count: >4.2k
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04 October 2021 - London, UK
“Hello?” (Y/N) calls out, walking into her lovely georgian style, semi-detached shared Hampstead home. Closing the door behind her, she sets her burgundy bag against the wall, slips out of her knee length beige trench coat, and hangs it on the rack by the door. She turns to the side and looks into the full length mirror that is hung in the foyer. Her outfit was simple yet modern. Her black top graces the base of her neck while the sleeves cut off just above elbows, paired with flared grey tartan pants that beautifully hugged every curve of her thighs. Today, she has on her favorite pair of heels, black pointed toe pumps that laced up the front, stopping at her ankles. Despite her eye catching ensemble, she could not stop looking at the sleepiness in her eyes. The long hours at the law firm had her truly and utterly exhausted. Recently, her only solace is coming home to her dear husband, Harry, who has just returned home from his second sold out world tour.
She sets her car keys on the side table by the front door. Above the table hung three pictures, showcasing some of her favorite memories. The photo on the right was from 2016, when she first met the love of her life, almost five years prior. As a struggling uni student, she was working as a cocktail waitress for a club. One autumn night, the club was hosting a private event for a magazine launch party. She was passing around flutes of surely expensive champagne to tipsy party goers when the man of the hour walked in. She remembers the exact moment that she first saw him and the feeling of the pit of her stomach falling deep within her body when his eyes met hers. She recalls the fluttering in her heart when he utters his first words to her. Unbeknowest to her, that very night, this man would capture her heart and become the great love she has always yearned for. This chance encounter served as the baseline for the beginning of their love story.
The center frame holds a photo taken on Christmas Eve 2018 in Holmes Chapel, Cheshire. Harry’s mum, Anne’s, home is adorned with traditional Christmas decor. A frosted pine garlands drape over the mantle. Red ornaments dazzle the fresh Christmas tree. She remembers the whiffs of sweet gingerbread, mixing with the smells of the holiday dinner roasting in the oven. In the photo, a flames flicker from the warm fireplace in the background while Harry is down on one knee, asking the biggest question of his life in front of both of their loving families. Completely caught off guard in the moment, the candid photo captures the genuine astonishment in (Y/N)’s face as Harry slides the most perfect engagement ring onto her finger. She remembers the tears of joy beginning to gather in her eyes as she watched him kneel. To this day, she has never been more surprised by anything in her life.
The photo on the left is from the summer of 2019, overlooking the alluring coast Positano, Italy. Hand in hand, Harry and (Y/N) stood together at the alter, smiling and promising a life of unconditional love and happiness to one another in front of a small, intimate gathering; including their families, closest friends, and officiant, the incomparable Stevie Nicks. Closing her eyes, she could almost feel the warmth of the Italian sunset on the apples of her cheeks and smell the crisp, salty air of the Mediterranean Sea. She could feel the soft fabric of her beautifully crafted, Alessandro Michele designed, custom wedding gown flowing gracefully against her skin. In gentle whispers, she could almost hear Harry’s delicately written vows. It was the most romantic day of her life. Looking at these pleasant memories alleviates the young wife’s mood before venturing down the foyer, in search of the dashing man she calls her husband.
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