Marcel? MARCELLLLL??!!

Once they were outside and away from the chatter and laughter, Harry stood in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"You know, I'm so happy you agreed to be my girlfriend." Harry shyly told her, still new to the feeling.

"And I'm so happy you asked me to be your girlfriend." YN said with the same shy smile on her face.

"No matter how big the band becomes, you'll always be my number one girl, I'll never forget about you." Harry told her sincerely, knowing it was one of YN's biggest insecurities.

Harry was just turning 17, but he made a promise that would last forever.

2015 - 21st birthday

"This party is insane!" Niall said as they entered the club where Harry's birthday party was taking place, the room full of celebrities and close friends.

"Damn, Jeff really went all out with this," Harry held his girlfriend's hand, keeping her close, "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"I'm not drinking tonight."

"Why? It's my birthday, baby." Harry grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles softly.

"Exactly, and I want you to enjoy it. So no drinking for me so you can go all out." YN kissed his cheek softly, his long hair getting in the way and tickling her face a bit.

"I don't even want to drink that much tonight darling, don't want to have a killer handover tomorrow."

However, that statement was thrown out the window as Harry chugged down his 7th tequila shot of the night.

"Baby! Come up here!" Harry yelled, standing on top of the bar with Jeff's arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, get down, how did you even climb up there?"

"Tequila gives me special powers!" He started jumping up and down and that was her cue to get him down the bar with Glenne's help.

"My love! I've missed you." Harry obnoxiously wrapped his arms around her in a hug, placing sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Harry, you're hammered!" YN grabbed his face to look at him, his eyes giving away his drunken state.

"I know!" he let out a loud laugh, "I have an idea!"

And before YN could stop him, the music was going down and he had a microphone on his hand.

"Hello! Hello! Can everybody hear me?" Harry said into the mic, making everyone turn to look at him, "Sorry to interrupt your partying, I just wanted to thank my amazing friend Jeff for throwing this party for me."

At the mention of his name, Jeff let out a whistle and cheer, making Harry laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"And I would also love to thank my incredible, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend YN for... just being hot and charming," he drunkenly spoke into the mic again, making YN blush and hide her face in her hands, "You know, I'm going to propose that girl one day! I will!

The entire room erupted in cheers and claps, and years later, the drunken promise he made on his 21st birthday became true.

2019 - 25th birthday

"Happy birthday, baby." Her soft voice made its way to Harry's ears, waking him up from his slumber and instantly smiling at the feeling of her lips pressing kisses to his jaw.

"Thank you, my love." He mumbled sleepily, tightening his arms around her and dropping his head to lean his forehead against hers.

After YN gave Harry his "traditional birthday shag", they headed downstairs to cook some breakfast before starting Harry's big day.

"How do you feel about being 25?" YN said as she took out the ingredients to cook him some pancakes, "Any expectations for today?"

"I just know it'll be my best birthday yet," he smiled softly as he watched her move around the kitchen, "You know, my first birthday as an engaged man, soon to be husband."

YN couldn't help but smile at the sound of that, still not quite used to the fact that they would be husband and wife soon.

"Who would've thought my high school boyfriend would become my husband." YN turned around to face him, meting his soft green eyes instantly.

"I always knew it," he shrugged before continuing, "I knew you were the one for me from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Getting closer to him, YN grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you so much, baby. Thank you for letting me spend another birthday with you." she kissed him again her smile mirroring Harry's when they pulled away.

"This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives, darling."

And as Harry stood in his kitchen with his fianceé wrapped around his arms, he knew his 25 was going to be one to remeber.

2023 - 29th birthday

Harry found himself in the same position he was during his 17th birthday, in a room full of people he loved while the sang happy birthday to him.

But he wasn't on his childhood home anymore, he was backstage in Acrisure Arena surrounded by his tour crew, bandmates, managers, family members and his beloved wife.

"Blow the candles and make a wish!" Sarah said after they were done singing to him, and the words naturally came out of Harry's mouth.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now."

"Awe! You're all grown up now mate." Jeff hugged Harry tightly, making everyone in the room look at them fondly.

"Okay Azoff, that's enough, I need to give him his present now." YN said as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

"Make sure to be quiet! The walls are thin around here." Lambert joked making the group laugh, and YN only rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger to him before they were out of the room.

"Sooo, you're going to give me my present now?" Harry teased as they walked down the corridor to his dressing room.

"Not that kind of present, you menace," YN turned to look at him quickly as she opened the door to his dressing room, "That one is the reserved for when we're alone in our hotel room."

"Don't tease me, baby. I have a show in two hours." Harry said with a serious tone, making YN laugh as she approached the tote bag where she was keeping his gift, taking the box out and placing it on his hands.

"Okay, open it." YN took a step back and clasped her hands together, her nerves kicking in.

"Told you you didn't need to get me anything," he said as he opened the box, not looking inside of it yet, "I would've been more than satisfied with a 29 minute long blowj-"

"Just look at it!" YN cut him off before he could finish his sentence, making him laugh and turn his gaze to the box in his hands.

And when he realized what was inside, he froze at his spot and his eyes got instantly tearful.

"YN wha-" he stopped himself as his voice began shaking, "Is this...? I mean are you...?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry." She simply said, smile wide on her face and tearful eyes that matched his.

"Fuck," Harry finally took the pregnancy test out of the box and gave it a proper look, noticing the unmistakable two lines that indicating that his wife was expecting his child, "Fuck YN, you're pregnant, we're going to be parents."

"We are, baby." YN couldn't keep her cool anymore as she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him wrap his around her waist, both of them letting out happy tears.

And in that moment, Harry knew that becoming a dad was the best way to end his twenties.

Everyone said it would change, that the passion would die down and you’d grow more comfortable. They said this phase would end sooner or later and you’d have to work to experience the same kind of lust.

They were wrong. So fucking wrong.

The years passed by and nothing changed, you were still crazy about each other and sex just got even better. Then you got married and came the official honeymoon phase, but you were basically just the same, only with rings on your fingers.

Then you became parents and though you had less time to be intimate, you still felt the same passion like in the beginning. Slowly, a decade flew by, you had the twins and then Leo and now people would think you barely touch each other, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

It’s early Sunday afternoon, the twins are in their room, playing with their new Legos and Ellie is working on her homework in the living room. You’ve just finished lunch and Harry took up on Leo duty while you loaded the washing machine. You check on the twins on your way back down, it seems like they will be busy for the next hour or so, giving you some time to have a breather. When you walk back into the kitchen however, your plans of maybe taking a quick nap change right away.

Your husband has rid himself of his shirt, Leo probably got something on him, he is holding him in one arm, examining the fruits in the bowl on the counter. Harry is carefully explaining to Leo what they are called, what they taste like and what else can be made out of them. It’s a sweet and pure moment truly, but for some reason it awakens something else in you this time.

Maybe it’s his bare chest, the sight of his tattoos and chest hair, or maybe the way he is holding Leo, but you can feel yourself getting wet and needy in an instant. Harry has only gotten finer with the years, the handsome, fit boy you met in your early twenties grew into a strong, charming and confident man who is an amazing father and the best husband too. A man like that would start a fire in any woman, you’re not immune, especially not to Harry.

“…And this is a peach. Your mum loves them, so there’s always some at home,” he explains to the baby who is blinking at the fruit as if it was made out of gold. Walking up to him you run a hand down his naked back, pressing a kiss to his freckled shoulder.

He peeks at you, a cheeky smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“Want to put Leo down?” you suggest.

“I thought he still has like thirty minutes till his naptime,” he murmurs.

“Maybe… you could put him down now, so we could… have some alone time,” you explain, hoping he gets the message and to make it more obvious, you brush your hands over his crotch, eyeing him bashfully.

“Oh… oh!” he breathes out, adjusting Leo in his arms. “What about the others?” he asks and you can see the growing excitement in his eyes.

“The twins are busy with the Legos, Ellie still has some reading to do, we can have at least fifteen minutes to ourselves.”

Fifteen minutes would have sounded ridiculous before you became parents, but you’ve learned to make the best out of every second. It’s now more than enough for a nice quickie.

“Okay,” he nods eagerly and kisses your lips shortly. “Let me put this little lad down and let’s meet in our bathroom.”

“Chop-chop,” you grin and he sprints off as fast as he can run with a baby in his arms.

You giggle like a schoolgirl as you make your way up to your bedroom, waiting for Harry impatiently, the need to feel him growing with each passing second. When you finally hear his footsteps outside the door, your breathing speeds up and then he walks in, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

He stops at the door and watches you like he is ready to hunt you down and hooking your fingers into the elastic of your shorts you push them down along with your underwear, letting them fall to the ground.

“We need to be quick,” you tell him and a second later he launches at you, dragging you into the bathroom which is the only room that’s got a lock on it.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he groans against your lips as he presses you against the granite counter of the double vanity in the bathroom, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and kneading you wherever he can reach.

“You survived all these years, you’re gonna be fine,” you chuckle as he buries his head into your neck, licking and biting while you’re trying to tug his shorts down as fast as possible.

Reaching down between you and him, he gets a hold of his hard cock and pumps himself while you blindly grab a condom from the drawer, hungrily kissing him, using every bit of privacy you have with him.

He rolls the condom on while you push yourself up so you’re sitting on the counter, legs spread wide open, waiting for him to take you however he wants.

“You want to be fucked by your husband? Hm?” he teases you a bit, running the head of his cock up and down your cunt.

“Yes, please!” you whine out.

“That’s my girl,” he smirks before slamming into you fast and hard.

It really is a quickie, Harry’s thrusts are rushed and rough, but it’s exactly what you need, a quick relief. You try to keep your moans under control, but when he repeatedly hits your G-spot you can’t hold yourself back from getting a little louder.

“Come on, baby. I need you to cum, we don’t have much time,” he rushes you, his fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps slamming into you relentlessly.

“I’m close,” you gasp out and leaning back on one hand, you use the other to work on your clit, urging yourself to come finally.

Harry picks his pace up, he keeps grunting in such a raw, animalistic way that it just escalates your sensations as well. He hooks his arms under your legs, lifting them up higher so he can reach a different angle and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

You come hard, clenching around his cock as he fucks you so well, reaching his own high just moments later. His hips fall out of rhythm and he changes his fast thrusts to slow but rough pushes as he fills up the condom. You’re both gasping for air, his forehead falls against yours as you hold onto his broad shoulders. He brushes his lips against yours, softly kissing them before he lets your legs down, his cock slipping out of you before you hop off of the counter.

“You little minx,” he chuckles, slapping your ass playfully before he disposes of the condom.

“What? You looked so delicious,” you smirk at him, moving over to use the toilet quickly.

“It’s the dad body, right?” he snorts, patting his stomach that has definitely gotten a bit meatier, but he still looks proper fit.

“I love your dad body,” you grin at him. “You’re sexy, Harry Styles,” you compliment him, definitely catching him blushing as he pulls his shorts back up. You flush the toilet and steal a kiss before washing your hands and wiping the counter off.

“Not as sexy as you are,” he grins, winking at you from the mirror.

“Dad?” you hear Ellie calling out from somewhere outside.

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you help me a bit?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a second, go wait for me in the living room!” he answers while looking you in the eyes smirking. There’s a few seconds of silence before she speaks up again.

“Dad, why are mum’s shorts and panties on the floor of your bedroom?”

Your eyes widen and mouth hangs open and Harry struggles to keep his laughter back.

“Uhh… don’t worry about them! I’ll put them in the hamper!”

“Okay!” she sings back before you can hear her feet running away.

“Oh shit,” you chuckle, covering your mouth.

“I told you, you’re a minx,” he grins, stealing one last kiss before walking out of the bathroom, leaving you behind to recover from your little quickie on your own.