jules

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summary: harry’s first time going live on instagram…

warning; none

Today was Saturday.

Usually, your lives were so hectic. Between having constant business meetings, rehearsals for Harry, or just managing your own business it felt good to have a day off to just do nothing. The house was quiet today. Harry was somewhere in the front fixing something while you were in your room picking up a new habit, crocheting. 

At the moment, you were so tied up with trying to learn something new you didn’t really know what your husband was up to. Harry was a private man. He valued his privacy, so, why does he have the certain urge to go live right now? He was always one to want to be able to surprise fans. He’s never gone live before but in his mind, it would be no harm. Maybe he would get to chat for a little with many people who mean the world to him, then go on about his day. 

Harry made his choice. He is going to press the button.

The only thing was Harry wasn’t very active on Instagram so unbeknownst to him he was about to struggle. He didn’t tell you or any of his team what he was about to do. 

Dressed in a plain shirt that many fans have seen before, and a small clip-on his head he pressed the button. 

Checking for connection.

You’re live. 

Now usually, you would have gotten the notification but today you sat your phone across the room and were strictly on your laptop on youtube trying to follow a tutorial. If you would have gotten the notification you would have ran out there to help your husband. 

Harry had no idea what he had gotten himself into. Within 30 seconds he had 60 thousand people in there spamming him with different comments that his eyes couldn’t keep up. 

“HARRY?!?!?”

“THIS CAN’T BE REAL”

“ADD ME”

“He looks so confused poor guy.”

“Shit, can you all hear me?” He looked at his phone with a furrowed brow trying to read the comments. No one was answering him just going on about how adorable he looked and questions about where was his wife.

“Hello?” For some reason Harry expected a voice to answer him through the phone. His views only skyrocketed from there he was near 700 thousand people. Comments were flooding in by the second as he tried to read them. All he was seeing was “add me.” His initial thought was maybe he had to add people to his live so they could see him. Little did he know, he was about to add a lucky fan who would have bragging rights for life.

He squinted his eyes as he watched his screen split in two. He immediately got confused until he heard a loud scream that had his eyes widening in shock. Now, when he looked at the comments it said ‘they’re so lucky omg’ which had him confused. 

“Hi?” Harry said unsurely which caused another scream to come from his phone. That’s when you were alerted. ‘Maybe Harry is watching a scary movie’ you thought. You continued your hobby until you heard him call for you. 

“Doll, can you come here please.” You dropped your sweater that really wasn’t a sweater and traveled to the front. As Harry waited for you to come, the man was still in complete distress. He was asking fans to help but everything was moving so fast between trying to read comments, calm down the screaming fan, and end the live he was in shambles. When you walked in the front you see your husband sitting on the couch, screaming coming from his phone and a focused look matching the pout on his face. 

“Harry, what did you do?” You already had a clue and you were trying to stop laughter from escaping you until he answered. 

“I went live, it’s a mess. People keep telling me I broke Instagram. Help me, honey.” You covered your mouth as you walked over to him, he handed you the phone with relief. You went live about once a month to catch up with fans so you were a pro at this. As soon as fans saw your face, a flood of comments came in. 

“Finally, Y/N is here, please help grandpa out.”

“Y/N saves the day.”

“I think Harry nearly just died Y/N.” 

You immediately tried to calm the screaming fan down.

“Hi love, calm yourself. I know this is exciting. Go get some water we love you.” You stopped the fan from screaming and talked to them a little bit. Now that you were in control of the live Harry calmed down a bit and joined your side. You hung up on the fan hoping that they would recover from this. You navigated the live and saw that Harry was still a bit stressed. So, promised fans you would get him to answer 10 questions then you would have to go. 

Harry felt more at ease with you by his side. Wrapping up the final question fans spammed the chat with I love you and goodbyes. When you pressed the end live button Harry let out a sigh of relief. 

“What would I do without you?” You laughed at him pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. 

“You know that your fans are going to use this against you for the rest of your life. They called you grandpa.” You watched Harry as he shook his head while blowing out a breath. 

“That was embarrassing. I didn’t expect that to happen.” He wraps his arm around you bringing you into his side relaxing against the couch. 

“So, how would you rate your first time going live?”

Hitting you with snow hearts

Pairing: draco x fem reader

Summary: ever Christmas you show your love for draco Through your love for snow

Warnings: none

Word count: 793

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It only snows every Christmas in Hogwarts because the school would fill the air with it. The snow fell in small pieces leaving a garden of beauty behind; your tongue would catch the icy flakes. Snow angels and snowmen were rarely done in Hogwarts, you being one of the few people who came out to play in it. The year you saw Draco wrapped in his warm clothes, nose slightly pink like his cheeks you fell harder for him. Something about his pink cheeks and chilly look made your heart melt.

You were Hufflepuff so when you weren't worshipping snow you were greeting forest creatures with sickening sweet smiles and feeding the friendly ones, giving hugs to people you walked by and some found that strange but you were giving them because people didn't always get them, you told people how nice they looked, and tried to bring light to everyone. Loving someone was like a silly school crush for you; photos in your locker, gushing over the smallest interactions, and such. You decided to incorporate all that into this crazy thought; throwing snow hearts at Draco with love notes.

The first one you threw hit him on the cheek, tenting it red from the sting. He hadn't even noticed it was heart shaped because it broke oh his face; you tensed up at the thought of how bad it might have hurt him mentally punching yourself for your terrible shot. You hoped he wasn't mad but judging by the wide eyed embarrassment that turned to a glare as he whipped his head around looking for the sender you knew he wasn't happy.

You hurried behind a tree watching as one of his friends tapped his shoulder handing him the note in a ziplock bag; he pulled out the letter still slightly upset reading it his face went into a blushing state turning him redder than before as he read it; "you look cute in your scarf today" it said. He looked around swallowing rather hard fixing his scarf back in place walking forward like nothing happened trying to deny any effect it may have caused. You Grinned, this was progress. The next one didn't touch him. It landed at his feet, looking down puzzled, he picking up the small heart, face twisting from the cold through his slytherin gloves.

He must've seen the plastic because he rubbed through the snow coating it before pulling out the note, a small smirk grazed his lips "I smelt you in my Amortentia potion, strange because I'm in Hufflepuff." He moved along tucking the small paper in his coat pocket. You continued to throw them every Christmas till the snow wasn't there for the holiday anymore. Draco had a thought of who you were but didn't confront you, just winked when he walked by or smiled at you during potions.

The next snow year came and you were walking around when you were hit in the head, it burned as you rubbed the spot confused. you looked around for the person hearing a chuckle, your eyes meeting something on the floor, a ziplock bag with a note; you bent down grabbing it. "hello stranger, meet me by the lake" you looked around eyes wide. Had he found out it was you, you weren't making it up he really noticed you. You walked slowly hiding behind the tree shyly unsure of his intentions.

"I see you, come on out love I won't bite'' Draco says as you peek from behind the tree; your breath is sucked out of your lungs at the sight of him in his all black suit with a simple coat over it. He looks like something out of a romance novel as he smirks at you. You run over wrapping your arms around his tall frame; he seemed to grow and change a lot since the last snow day this being your 7th year. You nearly knocked him down causing him to chuckle, the sound was music to ears.

He hadn't expected the hug but he still wrapped his arm around you hesitating only at first. He sighed, slouching, resting his head in your neck. "I can't believe you actually wanted to see me," you said, voice muffled in the coat. "why wouldn't I" his confusion was evident as he pulled you back making eye contact. "I'm not like the girls you usually have talked to'' you mumble hiding your face back in his suit. Draco frowns. "I think it's a good thing I get to try something new and I'm certain I like you y/n'' he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

The two of you skate across the frozen ice till the woods become too dark to see in.

this was supposed to be a small concept but i got carried away bc i missed them, i hope you like this !

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“I can’t believe you don’t have an ice cream machine as part of the tour catering.” YN said as she walked around the dining area of Chicago’s United Center, they were there to perform five sold out shows as part of Harry’s Love On Tour residencies, and it was safe to say that the couple was having a blast being on the road together again.

“Well love, we’re trying to keep a healthy menu, you know, life on the road could take a toll on you if you don’t take care of yourself.” he told his girlfriend as he sipped on a kale and kiwi smoothie, his favorite post work out snack.

“Ugh, health freak, that you are,” she moved to stand close to him, putting her hands on his biceps and making him wrap his hands around her waist, throwing her head back so she could give him her best doe eyes that she knew would make him fold “Let’s go get some ice cream, please?” she asked, putting on her soft voice and the way he rolled his eyes with affection and curved his lips into a small smile told her that she got what she wanted.

“You know body doesn’t like when I eat a lot of sugar, specially after a workout,” his statement earned him a grunt from his girlfriend “Then you can get a yogurt one with no toppings, let’s go.” she demanded this time and grabbed his hand guiding him to exit the room, he could only let out a small laugh and do as his girlfriend said.

ahghGHDA THIS IS SOO CUTE!! I’M A SUCKER FOR THESE KIND OF PROMPTS! 

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Okay, I imagine this happening in Jamaica. Harry just arrived from the studio, where he’s been enclosed all day, giving the album he’s worked so hard on its last retouches.

“Hi? Pet, where are you?”

He’s tired, the only thing he wants to do is slump onto the crisped sheets and nuzzle his head against the crook of your neck, drifting off right there, your sweet perfume taking him to dreamland.

But as he’s making his way to your shared bedroom in the villa where you are lodged at a faint murmur from the other side of the living room stops him from continuing. As his steps take him nearer to the source of the foreign sound, he’s able to recognise your voice, muffled by the vigorous dribbling of the water running out of the shower.

He smiles, endearing dimples showing up when he notices you’re singing your lungs out to the last verse of Sign of the times, trying to mimic his untainted falsettos, but failing amusingly at it. Your voice screeches when you attempt to match the high note of his ‘we got to get away’  but that only makes Harry’s fondness to grow bigger.

His teeth dig on his bottom lip to stifle a loud snort from bolting out of his mouth when hears the out of tune piano chords you let out, imitating the ones at the end of the clip he let you listen to right after the whole song was put together.

He’s waiting for you to come out of the room, leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, a smug smile that allows the solo appearance of his right dimple making up his expression. The moment you open the door, a linen towel covering your damp body and droplets scattered here and there across the region of your collarbone, an adoring smile lodges on his face.

“I swear you’re the cutest person ever” Is everything he has to tell you. He leaves his position to wrap his arms around your body, his clothes moistening with the contact, but he doesn’t even notice it.

Your face acquires a mad flush when you realise he’s been present during your diva moment, and you want nothing else than to bury your face wherever you can never remove it from.

“Please, don’t tell me you’ve heard the whole thing” your question comes out as a mumble, caused by how tight Harry is pressing you between his arms.

“I haven’t, but what I heard was lovely”

“Don’t make fun of me, I completely suck at it”

“Yeh you do, but at the same time it’s the most adorable thing I’ve ever come across” He lifts you off the floor, holding you on bridal style 

“Now, let’s go to bed, I’ll teach you how to sing”

It’s two in the morning… just in case you find any mistakes. 

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