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“I wish it need not have happened in my time,“ said Frodo. "So do I,” said Gandalf, “and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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I barely spoke all of dinner. I kept glancing at Harry and Emily, who had been flirting in front of me all night. He barely looked at me once. Now, I feel like a whiny bitch who isn’t getting attention. We weren’t even together. He doesn’t owe me anything. I thought we were at least friends, yet he isn’t even treating me like one. From the moment I saw that Harry and Emily were sitting across from me, I lost my appetite. Caroline kept shooting me sympathetic glances whenever we made eye contact, and I just didn’t want to deal with it.

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Evening came far too quick for my liking. Caroline made it her mission to doll me up so Harry would have a heart attack when he sees me. Her words, not mine. She had this stunning blue, knee-length dress with a v-shaped neckline that just showed enough cleavage but not too much. It clung to all the right places and dare I say, I actually look sexy. The butterfly necklace that Harry gave me for my 16th birthday sparkled against my chest. I never took it off.

Caroline paired the dress with classic nude Louboutins. Believe me, when I saw her shoe wardrobe, my jaw nearly hit the floor. I didn’t know anyone with a shoe addiction quite like her. She had every style of heels imaginable in every colour and probably from every brand. It turns out, you can save a lot of money to buy shoes when you’re not on drugs. Who knew?

already gone — harry styles fanfiction ❝ To love them, you have to set them free.❞

They say love conquers all but when it’s your first love, does the same rule still apply? For Angel and Harry, five years seems so long when you have lost the one love keeping you whole but fate has other plans or maybe a certain matchmaker is to thank. Either way, will their love be enough to reunite them or will their love burn out?

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“I wanna taste you again. Like a secret or a sin.”

  - Matthew Perryman Jones 

When Gianna stirred awake, she wasn’t surprised to find Harry laying beside her. What she was surprised about though was the absolute softness of his face. 

The lines of his cheekbone and jaw were still sharp, but his skin was completely smooth. The usual indent between his brows was nonexistent, and his hair was a beautiful curly mess. She found herself reaching out to smooth some stray curls back behind his ear, her fingertips just barely brushing his soft skin. 

He didn’t disappoint once he got her in his bed. Turns out his smug, cocky demeanor could be backed up, and backed up well. He wasn’t short on foreplay, he didn’t rush into it. If anything, he drew out the string of anticipation so ridiculously thin it snapped; until they were all hands and mouths and moans and pleasure. 

It was good. It was fun. It was a much needed distraction.

But it looked different in the daylight. 

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The Catalyst

December 2009

During her fourth and final year at Townbridge, Nora is hardened. She spent her summer reviewing her college applications in between shifts at the beach, picking through each individual essay and making sure her grades were the highest they could be.

Nora was sick of small towns. Newport would always be home, but with growing up comes the all-encompassing need to find a new home somewhere else—which was why Nora was applying for schools in New York City. A place where she can start over without the stinging burn of high school rumors following her every step.

Luckily, Nora still had Lydia and Margot and a few other girls on the swim team, and that was all she really needed at the start of her final year. She didn’t even look at Harry and his friends in the hallways, and whenever they would snicker behind her back or approach her if they were feeling bold, Nora would just spin on her heel and completely ignore them, similar to the way they treated her at the beginning of her first year. And when she would share a classroom with Harry for their AP classes, she would make sure to sit in the back corner of the room where she couldn’t feel his lingering gaze on her frame.

a/n: i’ve been trying to come up with an idea for this one and then i thought about this little something and typed it out, hope you’ll like it!

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You love Harry. You really do. But sometimes… you need to remind yourself about that. A lot. Like when he just doesn’t know when to stop, when you’ve had enough and he is just pushing it further and further until you wish he would just…you are not saying that out.

Tonight is one of those times. You’ve had a long day, your boss has been up in your ass way too far and you had to deal with some incompetent colleagues and you just ran out of patience by the time you got home. For your luck, Harry, your boyfriend of three years chose today to bring some extra cockiness into his attitude.

As the two of you head out to meet a few friends, you try your best to keep your cool as he has a whitty comeback to everything you say. Nothing slips by him without a comment or a snarky remark and it just keeps you boiling more and more. You know he doesn’t mean in a wrong way, it’s just how he is sometimes, when he is so high on energy, when he’s had a particularly good day so he is feeling confident in his skin. It’s all just jokes, but you can’t really laugh at them when you’ve been through such a rough day and you just want to be… left alone.

Sitting at the bar you’re sipping on your drink, hoping the alcohol is gonna loosen you up a bit. Harry is in his element, joking around, dropping his usual sarcastic comments, being his cocky self that you’d adore any other day, but not tonight.

“Y/N, are you sure everything’s alright?” Sarah questions when she notices that you’ve been staying quiet for a while, but it’s all because you’re biting your tongue so you don’t start a fight with Harry.

“I’m fine,” you force a smile to your face, taking another sip from your vodka cranberry, that’s got way more vodka than cranberry juice.

“Have another drink, babe. Don’t be shy,” Harry comments, giving your thigh a squeeze, but you pull away, brushing his hand off of yourself. It seems to give him a warning sign, he eyes you curiously, trying to find out what’s wrong, but you keep your stare at the table in front of you, ignoring him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” he asks lowering his voice so only you can hear him talk.

“I said I’m fine.”

“You definitely don’t seem fine,” he chuckles lightly, but it’s the last straw for you.

“And what are you gonna do about that, have another cocky comment about me? You seem to have many of those today,” you growl under your breath, finishing your drink. “Excuse me,” you mumble before sliding out of your seat and heading out to the back terrace to have some fresh air before you jump at Harry’s throat.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t let you have a moment to you, he follows right behind, standing tall in front of you as you lean against the brick wall.

“Baby, what’s wrong? What did I do?” he asks, seemingly genuinely worried about your odd behavior.

“I’m just… fucking done with you right now, okay?” “Would you tell me why?”

“Stop nagging me, Harry!” you snap at him, desperately needing to get away from him before you blow up.

“I will if you fucking talk to me!”

“You are driving me fucking crazy, today!” you growl rolling your eyes. “You are commenting on everything I do, making jokes of everything I say, being this cocky fucker and I just can’t tolerate this right now!”

You are raging. And you’re not too proud of the way you just snapped at him, but you just can’t help it. He came onto you and brought it to himself.

“Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me to stop then? Am I supposed to read your mind?!”

“No! But you are supposed to… read the signs!”

“What signs?!” he asks with a dry laugh. “You haven’t really talked to me much since you’ve gotten home, how am I supposed to know what’s wrong?!”

“That’s the sign, Harry! No talking is a sign!” you almost scream at him. “Jesus, you make me so fucking mad!” you groan, feeling the tears forming in your eyes. You’re tired, had enough and you can’t control your emotions any longer. You hate it, but crying comes to you way too easy in situations like this. You make an attempt to walk past him, but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back while you’re already trying to swallow your tears, with not much success.

“Hey, hey, hey. Come on, don’t just walk away,” he starts in a way more soothing tone. His hands slide down to your hands, bringing them up to your mouth as he kisses your knuckles. “I’m sorry, okay? Just please talk to me.”

“I just…” you breathe out shakily. “I had a bad day and your snarky comments and cocky remarks didn’t help, alright?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me to stop? I would never do anything to upset you on purpose.”

“I… don’t know. Thought you’d read the room and just stop,” you shrug, though you know you’re at blame here as well. Should have told him straightforward that you are not up for his funny little games.

“Baby, you know how much I suck at reading those so called signs,” he breathes out, gently cupping your face in the palm of his hand. “I’m a man, we are dumb. Just tell me to fuck off next time and I’ll know my place.”

You chuckle lightly as he pulls you into a hug, kissing the top of your head as he rocks the two of you from side to side, running his hands up and down on your back in a soothing manner.

“I’m sorry. I’ll keep my mouth shut now. Do you want to go back or want to go home?”

“I don’t want to be the party pooper. Let’s stay,” you mumble into his chest.

“Let’s have another drink and then we head home, how does that sound?”

“Good,” you nod pulling back from him. Leaning down he kisses you softly, his fingers dance down your neck, tickling a bit that makes you giggle.

“There’s that smile I love so much,” he smirks, pecking your smiling lips shortly. “You still hate me for being a cocky asshole?” he asks teasingly.

“I never hated you.”

“Yeah? So you still love me?” Nuzzling his nose against yours, his lips are brushing against yours as he speaks.

“Mhm,” you nod, snaking your arms around his neck.

“Can you say it for me? I want to hear it.”

“I love you,” you mumble into his lips, kissing him with a relieved sigh.

Summary:

concept: the sky is covered in grey clouds and there’s a soft roll of thunder as rain falls on our windows. i hold you as you sleep as our cat joins us, curling up at our feet. we’re together, and i’ve never felt safer

WARNING: fluff

PAIRING: harry styles x reader

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Author note: idk harry's cat name so we'll call her Millie.

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Thunder rumbled in the distance from your house. Rain fell softly outside, hitting the glass window as it came down out there. You sat right on the couch with a book in your hands and a blanket around your body trying to stay warm and cozy.

Harry on the other hand was in the kitchen. He was making hot chocolate for the both of you to enjoy on this rainy, slow day. He turned off the kettle and poured the hot water into both his and your mug before adding the chocolate to it.

He stirred it until it was all mixed up. When it was, harry brought both mugs to the living room where you were.

"here you are darling." He extended your cup for you to take. You grinned as you grabbed it from him. "Thanks haz." Harry mumbled a your welcome before he walked over to the other end of the couch and got under the tiny blanket.

His cold feet pressed up against your leg made you yelp. Harry looked at you with a grin knowing damn well his feet are freezing like ice. "What's wrong love?"

A groan left your lips. "Your feet are freezing harry. Get them off me." You nudged his feet with your thigh, trying not to waste your hot chocolate in the process. Harry laughed in his cutest way. " 'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes as you took a sip of your drink. "Yeah, your sorry." You sat your cup on the coffee table and went back to reading your book. Harry did the same. As you both read the storm outside became a sothing sound that made both of your hearts relax and your minds to stay focused on your books. Reading lasted for about 30 minutes before you started to grow tired. All the rain must have been making you want to fall asleep.

You closed your book, sat it on the coffee table before you got up crawling down to harry. Harry looked down at you as you rested your head on his chest and closed your eyes.

"tired?" Harry asked, kissing your temple. You simply nodded before you tried to doze off. Harry softly beamed at you before sitting his book down. He wrapped his arms around you deciding he was going to go to sleep as well.

Before Harry could fall asleep with you, his car of 4 years millie jumped up onto the couch with you both. She rested her little body on your leg, falling asleep.

Harry shutted his eyes and fell right asleep to the soft rain and thunder in the distance. He couldn't ask for a better moment.

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“Content? I’’m content?” You looked at Harry who was leaning against the side of the tour bus with his legs crossed, smiling nonchalantly.

“You are one hell of a pest you know that? ” You huffed, half smiling and half exasperated at your boyfriend, laying down the custom beige Gucci shirt made of sheer holographic material he had got made for you. You had attended one of his concerts wearing a ‘Here for Mitch’ tee and Mr Grumpy didn’t like that at all. You had had a real good laugh at it and he swore to get back at you. The guy had too many resources not to.

“No seriously. It would look great paired with black corduroys. And necklaces, the nice ones you purchased a month back,the oxidised one. You would look great. ” He said, smiling cheekily as you started peeling off the straps of your dress, Harry cutting you to it and helping you out of them, hands at your waist to stop you from escaping.

“I’d look like a newspaper” you retort, Harry giggling as he runs his hands over your curves, half leaning on the side of his berth.

“Harry, ” your voice failing to sound stern as you gave in and wrapped your arms around his bare neck, leaning into his hold. “You didn’t have to get a bloody custom designed gucci. Bet Harris had the laugh of his life. ”

Harry barked out a laugh. “He was rolling on the floor,” his dimples popping into his cheeks as he sat on the seat, nudging you into his lap, and laying down on the soft cushions you had arranged on his otherwise spacey berth.

“You are one hell of a pest” you said, attempting to squeeze out of his hold and go wear something before somebody walks in on you. That would lead to relentless teasing and what not and you were too sleepy and too excited for his Sydney show the next day- which was a stadium show-for heavens sake.

“You love me” Harry giggled as you pushed his curls away from his eyes, shifting so you were straddling him, throwing a look over your shoulder to make sure there wasn’t anybody. The last thing you needed was Jeff and Glenne making those ridiculous gestures behind his back as Lambert would fix the lapels of his suit right before the show. Harry knew what you were thinking off, so he pulled the makeshift curtain hanging around his berth because he liked sleeping naked and nobody from his band wanted to wake up to his limp dick flopping around.

“Not enough to wear this” you smirked, running your hand up his chest and under his yellow t-shirt, resting on his abs. Harry removed his hands from your waist, bringing them above his head and flexing them, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smug grin, “really?”

“Yup”

“I won’t go on stage”

“Jeff would bury you right under this seat. Undergrounded. Forever.”

Harry snorted, you joining along as you carded your fingers through his curls, shifting to trace the slope of his forehead, the arch of his brows and sliding down to the curve of his cheekbones with your finger. His hands stayed put, above his head, basking in your attention with his eyes closed. Seeing that he was distracted, you jumped off of him but your timing hadn’t been right because he was quick to catch you, trapping you flush between his tatted arms and chest.

“C'mon” he whined, trying to slip the curtain which had somehow wrapped itself over his shoulders as you giggled. Getting rid of the unforseen attacker and dodging your escaping tendenies, he flopped on the couch again, spinning so you were splayed out below him.

“Very funny” It was not like you wanted to laugh, but his sarcastic comment just made you wheeze.

“Hey! Dont laugh at me” he whined, voice rising an octave and you feared he would break it if it rose.

“Okay” and yet, you kept laughing.

“You are wearing that”

“Nope”

“Very bad”

“Very good”

“I won’t share my ice-cream”

“I’ll get mine”

“harsh”

“Cute”

Harry pouted, resting his entire weight on you as you yelped and choked out another laugh.

“Can’t attened another concert if you kill me, idiot”

“I’m not into killing. TPWK remember?”

“Yes, GET OFF”

“Day 110 of being tossed around for being an adorable bf.” he pouted, getting up so now he was straddling you. You rolled your eyes, hands going to trace at the mermaid tattoo he had, a grin forming at all the stupid jokes you both had shared about it.

“Got an idea. Skirt with thigh slit and a plain long jacket. Y’d look like royalty”

You huffed. Now that he had the thing made for you, he would make you wear it. Even it was for a stupid joke and because 'You killed my ego. My heart’s bleeding all the iron in my body away. I’m dying’

“Flared pants. Mauve. I’ll go the Harry styles way.” You looked him in the eye, challanging him to suggest something else. His face just lit up, eyes crinkling as a smile crowned his face.

“Woah babe, y’d look Hottt-”

“And a jacket. Don’t need your ego to push past the atmosphere”

“Hey!”

Just mindless fluff. Hope you like it

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A/N: To all the soft hearted crybabies requesting it: here’s part 4 to dry your tears from part 3. Thanks for all the interaction with this series, you guys are the best! <3<3<3<3

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I take my coffee to the little patio in the backyard of my childhood home, breathing deeply. It was a couple weeks since the traumatic incident at the bank, the one where I nearly died and found a way to live again. The higher ups practically begged me to take paid leave, I had a feeling they just didn’t want me to take anything to court. I’d told them I would take the month, and knew I would hand in my resignation thereafter. I enjoyed my job as much as the next person but it was too much for me. It felt like closing a door on a chapter of my life that I wanted to move on from.

And now, I could truly relax, I wasn’t running away from anything for the first time in my life. After everything that happened in that small restroom at the back of the bank, Harry and I came to a peace. And I’d only moved on from there.

“You’re up early,” my dad comes into view, a cup of tea in hand. “Your flight doesn’t leave until tonight right?”

“Yeah, just thought I would appreciate the views before I go back to a city,” I move my feet off the chair so he could sit.

“You can come here anytime.”

“I know,” I wrap my hands around my mug. “Coming here it just…reminds me of mum. And it’s hard…”

“This is how I stay connected to her,” he pats the table between us. “She loved this place, her garden and those darn birds she fed all the time.”

“You feed them now,” I look to the birdfeeder filled lovingly to the brim with seeds.

“I do it because…” he says quietly. “It’s what she would want.”

I think about my mum, what she would want. It hurt when I thought about how she left me, married and happy in love. And then how much hurt I went through, always wishing she was there. In some way I know she knew–wherever she was. But I wish I could hear her, I wish I could have a love like she had.

“So, when do I get to meet this new boy of yours?” My dad asks.

“Dad, you know his name’s Alec.”

SUMMARY: You and Harry do the deed in the car instead of going to your reservation and Anne catches on when you return, leaving you two flustered.

WARNING: Smut and awkward situations! (Car smut, fingering. All that good stuff. Wrap it before you tap it!)

PAIRING: Dad!Harry Styles x Reader. This can be read as a oneshot but is also apart of my Styles clan universe (read the fic that inspired it: Housemates with ideas)

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After pulling the silky black dress over your body, you stopped still in your tracks, looking into the mirror to admire your body. It was crazy to see how the dress you’re currently wearing to your first date with Harry since the birth of your twin baby boys was also the dress you wore when you had your first official date with him a few years ago.

a/n: oof okay hello! this is a little different, i guess? but im very excited to share this with you! don’t ask me how i got the idea for this, no clue but it was stuck in my head for days before i finally gave in and started writing it. please share your thoughts and comments on it, i would love to read them!! hope you’ll enjoy it!

pairing: Wanted!Harry x BountyHunter!Reader

warning: violence, talks of drugs, murder, guns, i really lost track of it lol

word count: 15.2k

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The man in the handcuffs growls in pain again, but you just yank him forward, not in the mood to deal with a whining girl trapped in a six feet tall disgusting looking, oily-faced bald man in his forties.

“Y/N! What do we got today?” Jeremy greets you at the front desk, thumbs hooked into his belt as he watches you tug the guy into the hall of the station, pushing him down to the nearest seat as you step to Jeremy who is already handing you the paperwork.

“Dennis Delgado. Took me a few days to find him, but he couldn’t hide forever,” you grin proudly as you grab a pen and start filling the papers out.

Jeremy walks over to Dennis who just looks up at the officer in disgust. It’s not enough that he is a child molester disgusting prick, he is racist on top of everything and now Jeremy is enjoying having the higher ground, Dennis trapped in his handcuffs while Jeremy will be the one to get him behind bars for a long time.

“Nice one. We’ll have a lot of fun with this one,” Jeremy chuckles. “Want me to ring up your brother?”

Harry Styles x Melody Styles

(part of the styles fam series)

When the fourth and final Styles child is born on Valentine’s day, one of the children is a little less than excited.

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Everyone in the Styles household remembers the day that Brinley was born in vivid detail, all except for Lila. 

Lila was only four years old at the time, which is usually when children’s prime memories begin to happen, but not for Lila. Her family often made jokes about how she had been brain wiped after that day, that’s how bad it was. 

Melody was almost to full term during her pregnancy when she went into labor the day before Valentine’s day, and that did not sit right with Lila. 

Her parents were only trying to rush out the door to go to the hospital once Gemma had arrived to watch the other three children, but Lila was not having it. Melody was already waiting outside in the car though, leaving Harry to have to fend for himself. 

“Daddy, daddy.” She was gripping onto the side of his trousers as he grabbed his wife’s hospital bag from the closet next to the front door. “Please don’t go.” She then begged.

It made her father’s heart swell when he looked down to see his now second youngest child holding like her life depended on it onto his hands, with tears welling in her eyes. 

“C’mere, muffin.” He sighed, reaching down to pick her up. “I know you don’t want mommy and daddy to go, but when we come back we’re bringing a new baby with us.” 

She did not look enthused, “Why?” 

Gemma quickly interjected so Harry wouldn’t have to face anymore disappointment, “you’re going to get a baby brother or sister. Isn’t that exciting, Lila?” 

Again, not enthused. “No, I don’t want another baby.” 

“Another?” Harry looked down at her from where she sat in his arms, “No honey, there’s only one baby coming home with us.” 

The tears that  had welled in her small blue eyes finally began to fall down her face, “b-but what about me, daddy?” 

“Awh, precious,” Harry felt awful as he pulled her small head into his chest as she cried, “You will always be my little girl, you know that, don’t you?” 

“But what’s going to happen when the new baby is here?” 

“You’ll be a big sister, Lila!” Kennedy, Harry and Melody’s eight year old daughter tried to make it seem exciting. 

“Noo” Lila whined, burying her face deep into Harry’s neck. 

Lila’s parents could sense the tantrum coming from a mile away, that’s when Gemma quickly scooped the little girl out of Harry’s arms, “okay, Lila, mommy and daddy have to go now.” 

That only caused more whining and squirming from Lila, making it almost impossible for Harry to walk out the door. 

But he did, right after saying goodbye to all his children and kissing Lila on the cheek. 

But even once the Range Rover pulled out of the gated driveway, Lila still continued to scream. 

“Lila, baby, why are you crying?” Gemma asked as she sat down on the couch with Lila in her arms, positioning her to be sitting on her lap. 

“I don’t want daddy to bring home a baby!” She sobbed, burying her head into her aunt’s chest. 

“Kennedy, why don’t you come tell your little sister how fun it is to be a big sister?” 

Kennedy came jogging over to her aunt, a big smile on her face as she sat down next to the two of them. “It’s super fun! You’ll love it, Lila!” 

“Daddy’s going to forget about me!” 

The eight year old took her little sister’s small hand, “No he won’t Lila, dad didn’t forget about me when you were born, so he wouldn’t do that to you either.” 

“See, Lila, being a big sister is fun!” Gemma smiled, lightly pinching the little girl’s cheeks, making her smile. Then she looked at Kennedy, “Thank you, Kennedy.” 

That night when Lila went to bed, she asked Gemma if she liked being a big sister, Gemma responding by saying “Of course, and you’re going to love it too.” Making her smile before falling asleep.

The next day was not the greatest, for all of the kids. They were all aware that it was Valentines day, but it definitely didn’t feel like it was. 

“Are mom and dad still at the hospital?” Grady asked Gemma groggily as he reached the bottom of the stairs, Kennedy following closely behind. 

She only nodded, a small frown lacing her face when she saw the disappointment cross the two kids’ faces. 

Harry and Melody loved Valentine’s day, and they wanted their kids to also, so they always woke the kids up with balloons littering the living room at the bottom of the stairs, along with pink, heart shaped pancakes for breakfast. 

Later in the day, they would order adorable heart shaped pizzas from their favorite pizza shop, and gorge on all types of festive candy after dinner. 

And the kids loved it, but this year, their parent’s weren’t even home to greet them on this special day. 

“Well, are they going to be home soon?” Kennedy asked next as the three of them walked into the kitchen. 

Lila was still asleep, probably being exhausted from all of her crying last night. 

“I don’t know guys, it just depends on when the baby is born.” Gemma felt awful as she saw the somber looks that the children carried. “Ya know what? I’ll call your dad after breakfast and ask how everything is going.”

They both nodded, “So, what do you guys want for breakfast? I can make you some cereal, or some eggs…” Gemma trailed off. 

That’s when the tears began to flood Kennedy’s eyes, the realization that her parents weren’t here to spend Valentine’s day with them finally hitting her. 

Gemma looked back after hearing a lack of a response, “Kennedy, what’s wrong?” she stepped towards her when she realized she was crying.

“Dad always makes up pancakes for Valentines day, shaped like hearts.” She whispers, making both Grady and Gemma look down sadly at her. 

“And him and mommy always fill the living room with balloons.” Grady adds. 

Then Gemma sighed, quickly picking up her phone, “Okay, let me make a quick phone call and I’ll see what I can do, okay?” She gave them a hopeful smile as they nodded.  

Gemma dialed her brother’s number as she walked out of the kitchen and into the laundry room, shutting the door quietly behind her. 

“Hello?” Harry’s voice sounded tired, and it was very likely that his sister’s phone call had woken him from his sleep, but Gemma didn’t care. 

“Ya know, Harry, if you are going to leave me with your children while you go have a baby on a national holiday, that’s fine, but you could have at least given me a heads up about the balloons and heart shaped pancakes that they would be expecting!” 

“Shit…” She heard Harry sigh from the other end of the phone, “I’m sorry, Gem.” 

“I’m just telling you, better hope that baby comes out covered in hearts if you are planning on coming home without balloons.” 

“Erm, well, she definitely isn’t covered in heart…” 

It took Gemma a few moments to comprehend what he was saying, before she gasped, “Wait, she’s out? And it’s a girl?” 

“Yup, Brinley Claire was born at 2:07 this morning.” 

“And you didn’t think to inform me?!” Harry’s older sister yelled, but she was much too excited to actually be mad at him. 

“Listen, Gem. I have to help Mel with the baby, but I’ll come over in a little bit with some stuff for the others, kay?” 

“Okay, see you soon, tell Melody I say hi.” 

“Will do, bye Gem.” 

“Bye.” The phone call ended. 

“Okay! Who wants pancakes?” Gemma yelled happily as she entered the kitchen again, making the two kids smile and shout in excitingly. 

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It wasn’t a super long time after Gemma and the kids ate breakfast that Lila woke up, still groggy and tired. She still seemed a little offset from last night, but her attitude seemed to be getting better.

All three children were beginning to become antsy by the time lunch came around, wondering if their parents were going to be coming home soon, and it only made it more difficult that Gemma knew just as little as the kids did. 

“Auntie Gem, is daddy coming home soon?” Kennedy asked, clinging to her leg. 

Her aunt softly stroked her hair “I’m sure he’ll be here soon, angel.” 

And she was right, because only a little over thirty minutes later, the creaking of the front door made everyone look towards the large entryway of the home. 

“Dad!” Both Kennedy and Grady got up from where they were sitting on the carpeted floor in front of the T.v before they began rushing towards the front door. The scene honestly couldn’t have looked more like one out of a movie.

The odd part though, was the fact that Lila stayed put in her seat on the couch, a sour look on her face with her arms crossed over her chest. 

“Hey guys!” Harry smiled as he set the balloons and pizza boxes down on the small table in the foyer as he held three small gift bags in his hand. He crouched down to their level, gripping his two eldest children to his chest, one in each arm. “Happy Valentine’s Day!” 

Kennedy was now smiling much bigger than she had been at breakfast time, “We thought you forgot!” 

“About Valentines day?” Harry asked in an overly surprised tone, “Never.” 

He handed the small gift bags to Grady and Kennedy, realizing there was another one left over, “Where’s your sister?” He asked. 

They shrugged, “In the living room, I think.” Grady responded. 

“Lila?” Harry’s voice echoed through the tall ceilings of the entryway, he didn’t get a response. “I’ll be right back, guys, and we can eat some pizza.” 

When Harry entered the living room, he saw his youngest daughter sitting still on the couch, intently staring at the t.v. 

“Lila, muffin, I’ve got a present for you.” He would have bet on the fact that him saying that would catch her attention, but she didn’t even so much as glance at her father. 

Harry could only see the back of her head from where he stood from behind the couch, so he made his way around to the other side, seeing her blank face. 

“Hi, Lila.” He approached slowly, crouching in front of the couch where she sat. 

There were tears welling in her poor little eyes. 

He couldn’t help himself from standing and sitting next to her on the couch before picking her up and placing her on his lap. At first she squirmed, trying to get out of her father’s grasp, but after a few moments, she gave up on doing that. 

She laid her head on his chest, her own chest heaving with her heavy breaths as tears began to fall silently down her cheeks.

“Honey,” Harry looked down at his daughter, stroking her soft hair lightly, “tell me what’s wrong.” 

Her glossy eyes met his, “You left me…” She whispered quietly before burying her head into her father’s shoulder. 

“Lila, me and mummy left to go to the hospital so mummy could have the baby, remember?” 

“Where is t-the baby?” She asked through her chokes. 

“She’s at the hospital with mummy right now, her name is Brinley, she’s going to be moving in with us soon.” Harry was trying to act as calm as possible with how fragile his daughter was, but his heart was truly breaking. 

“Nooo” Lila dragged out, pulling her head back to look at her father in denial through more tears. 

“Lila, you are going to love your sister, she’s very little, and you can talk to her, and hold her, she might even hold your finger if you want her too. I’ve met her baby, she’s very sweet.” 

“Have you told her about me?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I’ve told her about you!” Harry laughs as he sees the smallest smile begin to form on Lila’s face. “And just between you and me, I think she’s really excited to meet you.” He then whispers. 

“Okay, daddy.” Lila giggled lightly, finally Harry thought. 

“Okay?” He confirms. 

“Okay.” She sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she lays her head on his shoulder. 

“How about we go eat some pizza with G and Kenn, how does that sound?” He asks into her hair, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. 

“Is it heart shaped, daddy?” 

Harry only laughs, standing from the couch with Lila still in his arms. 

so..I hate that this is so late but happy to finally have this done and be posting it for y’all! hope you enjoy! thank you to my betas @tbslenthusiast, @serendipitystyles, and @summertimestyles​ you’re all angels!! also sham was so kind to help me create a playlist for this fic which you can find here!

this is for @taintedwonder​‘s Styles Valentine’s Day fic challenge and most of the photos from the header were my inspo along with prompts 3. Can you just hold my hand? and 6. Let’s run away together.

as always any likes, rbs, replies, and feedback is welcome and very much appreciated!

word count: 4.1k

writing tag | masterlist

You can read his face before he even opens his mouth to speak.

“You have to leave again, don’t you?”

He doesn’t answer at first, just joins you where you sit on the bed, an arm around your waist to urge you closer to him. He presses a kiss to your shoulder, as if that will soothe the sting of what he’s about to say. He buries his face into your neck before he speaks.

“Only for a little while, angel.”

You don’t respond by returning the kiss like you normally would, narrowing your eyes down to where he’s hiding his face, “How long is a ‘little while’?” 

“You could always come with me, y’know..” 

He’s avoiding the answer and he knows it, eyes darting up only briefly to look at your face. 

“How long, Harry?”

He’s fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt now, focusing on the loose thread hanging instead.

You nudge him lightly, pulling his attention back up to you, “Just say it! How long?”

He sucks in a big breath before releasing it and then the words come out in a rush, “A few weeks, possibly a month.”

You have to take your own deep breath before asking, “When do you have to leave?”

“Promise you won’t be mad?”

“Promise.”

“My flight’s on the 14th.”

“February 14th? As in we don’t get to spend Valentine’s Day together?”

A fic I wrote based on this anon. Thank you to whoever requested it, I think it turned out really cute. I hope you love it as well! If you have a request, too, or would like to send me some feedback, please don’t hesitate. It absolutely makes my day <3

(link to my other fic if you’d like to read)

Genre: fluff (very)

Story: university au; Harry and Y/N are both shy uni students who decide to get to know each other better. 

TW: none

Words: 3.7k