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“God, this is more nerve-wracking than singing in front of 50,000 people.” Harry announced as he got out of his car.

He walked around to the other side, opened your door and held a hand for you to step out. Although you were very much able to do all this yourself, you know that Harry likes to do it to treat you right so you let him. 

“You’re nervous? Imagine how I’m feeling!” You laughed.

“Peachy?” 

“That’s one way of putting it.” You huffed, straightening out your 70s-inspired dress as Harry shut the door behind you. 

Before you could move on and towards the back of the store, Harry pulled your back to him. His arms trapped you by the waist and kept you close to his chest, exactly where you loved to be. His eyes softened as they connected with yours, watching as his emotions poured over his eyes like honey. 

“You okay?” You asked, reaching a hand up to tuck some loose strands of hair back underneath his ‘Harry is my friend’ hat. He insisted he wore the ‘Y/N is my girlfriend’ hat that you had made for him, but Jeff wasn’t too keen on the idea.

“Yeah. Just making sure that my little artist is okay.” He chuckled, letting his eyes dance between your eyes and your lips as if he couldn’t quite decide on where to look. 

“I can’t lie and say i’m not nervous, but I am really excited too. I’m really proud of my work and even prouder that I got to collaborate with you.” You smiled, leaning up to give him a quick kiss to the lips.

“I’m really proud of you too.” He kissed you again. “And not just because collaborating with you landed me with kissing the most perfect woman in existence.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled away from him, turning around so he couldn’t catch your childish smile.

“You’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“`Good thing I don’t care.” 

••••

Inside the pop-up shop was beautiful.

The walls were completely covered with your artwork, hundreds of dancing flowers stripped all over the walls. There was a small shelf holding all the cosmetic items for this Pleasing launch and a clothes rack which displayed the t-shirts and sweater. 

Harry’s vision had come true and he was so proud of himself for what his company had become.

Making his way into the main part of the shop, the ten fans that were currently in there were gasping as if they couldn’t quite believe that Harry was real let alone actually here. 

You kept ahold of his hand as he walked around, greeting the employees and looking at how well decorated the store was. Seeing his vision come to life and sit before his eyes was a feeling that was second to none.

“That’s all your artwork, baby.” He spoke to you quietly, seeing as the store had gone quiet from the number of people who were paralysed with shock. 

“And that’s all your hard work, bubs.” You replied, squeezing his hand to silently let him know how brilliant he just was. He squeezed your hand right back.

“Now go say hi to your beloved fans.” 

“What are you going to do?”

“When I was little I always wanted to be a checkout girl, so i’m thinking this is my time to finally work a till.” You said confidently, Harry looking a little taken aback by your childhood ambitions, before walking away and behind the cashier to get to work. 

••••

You ended up spending two hours in the pop-up, before it became unsafe for Harry to be there anymore.

Fans had called fans and fans, then before too long there was a huge mob of people outside and arguments starting to form over queue lines, so for the wellbeing of everyone involved you and Harry both decided to leave.

Harry had gotten to speak to a lot of fans, say hello and have pictures taken. He spoke to some about how they are finding the brand and improvements that could be made. The main one that stood out was how expensive it was, yet that was completely out of Harry’s control. He promised that he was going to work it down though and come up with a more accessible price for his products.

Neither of you missed out on the opportunity to have your photos taken, in front of the display, together. Everyone awed at you both, as Harry wrapped his arms around you to smile for the camera. Although he wanted to kiss you for one of the photos, he thought that might be a too big a problem for PR tomorrow. 

So he reserved his kisses for you in private.

“Today was such a good day.” You admitted, as Harry contined to kiss your face and neck from behind you.  You were currently sat on the sofa, your back to his front, as you watched another episode of ‘Hawkeye’ together in an effort to wind down.

“All because you are an artist.” 

“You too.”

“Welcome Y/N and Harry Styles!”

The lights brightened and spotlighted on the curtains from which you and your husband appeared from. You held onto his hand tight, nerves filling your belly, and you both smiled towards the cheering audience and James Corden himself. You waved at a few younger audience members, laughing when they giggled excitedly to each other that they’d managed to grab your attention.

When you approached the step up the stage, Harry dropped your hand and moved his to your lower back to help guide you. He has been teasing you all night that at some point you were going to fall like the leaning tower of Pisa - only to correct Harry that the tower had never fallen.

You went to James to give him a hug and a few kisses, before sitting down to let Harry do the same. When you both sat down, Harry curled his arm around the back of the sofa and you both crossed your legs over at the same time.

“Hello.” “Hi.” You both spoke, greeting everyone and James as the audience started to settle.

“Our favourite couple, aw!” James cooed, looking at both of you so cuddled up as if you weren’t on live TV. His words got a blush out of you and a laugh out of Harry. “Now, how are you guys? I haven’t seen either of you in ages!”

“We’re good yeah! We’ve just moved into our new house!”

“And it’s near Y/Ns family so we’re really happy.” Harry followed on after you, you turning to look at him in admiration as he spoke.

“So why near Y/Ns family and not yours Harry? Also where is my housewarming party invite?”

The audience laughed as Harry made a pretend face of guilt. James was just speaking for the show, because he actually had been invited, just that he couldn’t make it due to show scheduling.

“Your invite probably got lost in the mail…”

“Yeah Y/N wrote about 100 - handwritten an’ all!”

“Dedication to the cause Mrs Styles.” Your heart fluttered at the name, you still, after all these years, not being completely used to it.

James paused to reach for something in the drawer, which gave you the opportunity to have a quick drink. As did Harry. You leaned down together. Had a sip of your green tea and Harry with his water, before sitting back up again. James looked at you with such awe.

“What?” You both spoke, you moving slightly more into Harry out of habit - not that he minded one bit.

“Has anyone ever told you how in tune with each other you are?” James asked, making you and Harry chuckle.

“All the time!”

“It’s the only compliment we ever get!”

“It’s just so freaky how you do everything the other one does, but without conversing about it.”

Both of you then crossed your legs over at the same time to freak James out even more, but without conversing with each other about it beforehand. You just knew each other’s minds. You liked the idea of being so emotionally connected to Harry. As James pretended to freak out, along with the audience, you turned to Harry to see him already looking down at you with love coated all over his face.

“Soulmates?” You held your pinky finger, very discreetly, out to him, liking to reserve your physical connection for off screen.

You’d been asked along by your good friend Florence Pugh. You’d worked alongside her when you were in acting school and then recently had the opportunity to be an extra in ‘Black Widow’ - however Flo then kills you off within thirty seconds of screen time.

This was ridiculously exciting for you.

People knew who you were. You were a known upcoming actress, so nothing on the levels of Flo-fame (as you liked to call it).

A woman had directed you to a couple of interviewers after you’d had your photo taken. Your eyes were still blinded by the number of cameras that had been flashing. You felt electric though.

You, and other celebrity guests, walked the red carpet before any of the other celebrities did tonight. Everyone looked wonderful. You’d seen Adele in a stunning royal blue suit, Emma Chamberlain in a multicoloured mini dress that you knew was from the new Louis Vuitton line and the Biebers in matching white outfits.

You were trying your hardest to keep cool. However, knowing who the main star of the film was that would likely prove difficult.

Yes you loved Flo and you were so proud of her for such a high achieving movie, but Harry Styles was something different. He had been your crush since you saw him introduce himself as a baker on national tv. He was a complete sweetheart and you were already bursting with anticipation over meeting him. It didn’t help that you kept thinking of him when you were trying to do interviews.

“And who are you wearing tonight, Y/N?” The lovely lady, Sophia, interviewing you asked.

“Gucci, actually.” Never thinking those words would ever leave your mouth. The dress was a beautiful emerald green, silk, piece that hugged your body in all the right places. The back was left exposed and it made you feel like a princess. No, queen.

“It’s so beautiful!” Sophia complimented you, you having to look at her lips to help understand het better over the deafening screams that came from onlooking fans. “And who are you most excited to see tonight?”

“Oh, well Flo of course. I’ve known Flo all my life really and i’m so proud of her. I know she’s wearing a similar dress to me, because she wanted to match, actually,” you looked around to see if you could catch a glimpse of her anywhere but she couldn’t be seen.

“I saw her before she did look beautiful.” Sophia agreed. “Anyone else?”

“I mean I think everyone has a little crush on Harry don’t they?” You laughed, blushing tomato red at your confession - something you’d later regret the next day.

“Harry Styles, I assume?”

“Yes. He’s such an inspiration to me. He’s seems so lovely and i’ve always admired his work. I think he’s really talented and i’m so excited to see what he brings to this movie.”

“Do you listen to his music?”

“Obviously,” you said a little too fast, but then controlled yourself an continued, “Um yes. His second album did so well and I will never forget listening to ‘Fine Line’ for the first time. Tears were dripping from my eyes. It was a mess.”

Sophia laughed and agreed that it had been a moving song, before asking you of any upcoming projects.

“I don’t know how much I can say but all I know is that i’m really excited for the future.” You said cryptically, not knowing whether you could tell people that you were staring the lead role in a live action ‘Tangled’ movie, for Disney.

“Maybe you could do a few project with Harry?” Sophia laughed, looking over your shoulder with wide eyes.

“Yes, I would l-love—”

“Hope i’m not interrupting. Y/N, lovely to see you,” before you even could register what was happening Harry had appeared in front of you, shook your hand whilst giving you two cheek kisses before wishing you well and being ushered off elsewhere.

You were frozen.

“Y/N?” Sophia laughed, thinking back to your previous conversations with each other.

“D-did that.. Was that? Sorry. Did Harry Styles just…” You couldn’t even find the right words to say, because you knew what had just happened but just couldn’t process it enough to believe it.

“Yeah.” People surrounding you were laughing, whilst you tried to hold back the tears in your eyes.

Later that evening you would come to find that, not only has the video of you completely start struck gone viral, you would have a direct message from a certain someone who managed to make your heartbeat stop.

harrystyles: Didn’t realise my biggest fan also happened to be my co-star? Coffee?

At first you’d have no idea what he means, until you looked at the news headlines;

Counting the amount of underwear you had for the fifth time today was not something you ever saw yourself doing, yet your mum was adamant.

It was moving in day. Off to the beautiful city of Liverpool and you couldn't be more excited - yet nervous. First year university had suddenly crept up on you and it was time to move out of your childhood home for the rest of the year.

This was going to be a good year. You just knew it.

You'd chosen to study Geography, although now you were wondering why because everyone said they hated it. It had been the only thing you were good at and enjoyed at school so that's why you'd chosen it, but more you were wishing you'd stepped outside of your comfort zone and chosen something like english or law instead. What jobs could you get with a geography degree? Questioning your life at 7am on a Saturday morning, however, was not what you wanted to be doing so you recounted your underwear again.

Your mum was going crazy this morning, telling you to triple check everything and then again. She thought you were going to leave something behind - and let's be honest you probably were. She'd woken you up at the crack of dawn so that you could make the journey to Liverpool in time for lunchtime and miss the traffic hopefully. Typical mum.

"Y/N we're going in twenty minutes, love." Your mum shouted from downstairs. Twenty minutes to mope around that you were all grown up and wouldn't be sleeping in your home bed tonight. It would be waiting for you at Christmas time though.

Just as you were adding your laptop into your backpack the light sounds of jangling keys came into the room.

"Hello Milo." You knelt down to entertain your Cockapoo. He was so gorgeous. You were going to miss him the most; your best friend. Milo had been a birthday present to you, but he was so much more than that. He seriously was your bestfriend and sometimes your only friend.

At school you'd had a group of friends, but after you'd broken up you didn't feel any connection to them anymore and so drifted apart from them. It wasn't as sad or painful as you thought it would be. Clearly, if they were real friends, you all would've made more of an effort to remain that way. It was the type of friendship group that always talked about people behind their backs too; especially you. There was one friend, Lille, who was the kindest to you and always told you what was being said - even if you wished you'd never heard it, but all the others you didn't bother remember anymore.

So, going to university, you were scared.

University was a whole other society. A better one maybe, you're excited to find out. Making friends wasn't something you excelled in, but hopefully people will be better here than at school. And God you hoped that your flatmates were okay, too.

••••

A few hours later and closer to lunch you had arrived at your wonderful accommodation. 'Vine Court' was its name, which made no sense because there were no vines anywhere.

Your mum had pulled up outside the building, where the helpers had directed her to go, before you had to go and collect your keys and everything.

"Um okay you take those shopping bags and i'll try to get the heavy boxes out." Your mum directed you with a stressed hand rubbing over her forehead.

"No mum, you'll take the bags and i'll do the boxes. Don't need you breaking your back before I leave." Because the only person who would be there to look after her was Milo - and he's not even a person. Your dad walked out on you a few years ago and you were an only child, so it has been you and your mum for as long as you could remember now. You didn't like thinking on the times with your dad because he meant too much so it hurt too bad.

You felt guilty going to university because your mum would be all alone, but she insisted that you needed to live your life on your own and not in her shadow. So here you were.

Your mum took ahold of a few bags and locked the car, sighing when she knew you'd have to do a couple of journeys to move everything in. The box you were carrying was so big you could barely see over the top and it was heavier than carrying a baby hippo - in your opinion

"In here?" Your mum asked questioning her gaze towards an open door. You nodded and followed her in. You either could take the stairs or the lift, but it seemed the lift was occupied so stairs it was.

"Floor 3, mum." You told notified her before getting to work. Your legs started to burn even after a minute.

It took a few minutes to complete the climb before walking through two hallways and into your flat. Your flat was behind a locked door that only you and your flatmates could enter, by electronic key card, so you felt quite safe. Your flatmates were but a mystery to you and that made you the most nervous about today.

You were quite an introverted person. Your bedroom was your best friend and you realised that wasn't ideal, so you had made a promise to yourself that you would get yourself involved with more activities. Reading a book in your room at 2am sounded better than any house party could. Instead of attending your prom after party, you read the first three Harry Potter books until your eyes were impossibly heavy and the sun was starting to rise. You then carried on reading them all through the next week until the novelty of talking about the party wore off.

You hoped for uni to be slightly better, but that was praying with ounces of optimism.

Once on floor 3 you managed to open the doors with the key card. The hallway was very light and the floor was carpeted blue. Six doors lined the corridor, each with their own number attached - almost like a prison, except it was really nothing like that. There was an extra door down the far end which was, you suspected, the kitchen and sofa area.

You walked all the way down until you reached your flat number; D3035. You were second closest to the kitchen, so you didn't have far to walk if you wanted late night ice-cream. D3036 was closest to the kitchen - lucky.

Opening the door you were pleasantly surprised of both size and and space. The bed was only a single one, pressed into the corner of the room. The wardrobe was adjacent to the bed and a mirror too. In the corner diagonally opposite to the bed was a desk with an abundance of shelf space - great for all your books. The window was a floor to ceiling view, letting the sunshine beam through effortlessly. Luckily you had your own bathroom too, which included a shower also.

"So this is home for the next year, sweetheart." Your mum announced, dropping the bags on the bare bed.

You took a 360° spin around the room and let out a heavy sigh. This wasn't ever going to be home, was it? It wasn't your comfy double bed, at home, with the window seat that looks across the forests of what looks like the garden of Eden. Nothing would ever beat that.

"Yeah." You replied, not knowing how else to feel. It was feeling more and more real. When you were in the car it didn't actually click that you were going to be left here today to live in Liverpool for the year.

It all felt so alien.

"Right. I'll go get them other bags and you start unpacking." Your mum said as she walked out of the room, not giving you much option for a debate.

And then you were alone.

This is how it would feel for the rest of the year - possibly even all three of them, depending on whether you make friends or not. You wanted to so badly cry, but if your mum was to see then you'd never forgive yourself. She had been through enough without seeing her only child have a breakdown over being left here.

Unpacking was never an easy task - packing always seemed easier. Finding your belongings a new home was going to be a task, but it was one that would keep you occupied enough to distract you from everything around you. Clothes were the first to be unpacked, folding them neatly away on the shelves in the wardrobe and hanging up any dresses or shirts you had brought. Your shoes were neatly organised in a row - rainbow ordered. After some rummaging you found your books and were super excited to organise them upon your shelves. Alphabetical by author name or book title? Author name it was.

As you were putting the book on your shelf a gentle knock appeared at your door.

Flatmate.

Turning to see who it was you never expected to see someone so charming and pretty. A tall brunette lad with eyes of deep emerald was smiling at you, waiting to introduce himself. Dimples and freckles scattered his face and gave him the most beautiful face you'd ever seen.

"Hi, i'm Harry." He smiled so brightly you thought you might need sunglasses.

"Hi." You spoke back, completely taken aback by how lovely your new flatmate was.

"And you are?" He pressed, after you had so stupidly forgotten to politely introduce yourself too.

"Oh right, yeah. Sorry. I'm Y/N." The blush on your face now turning a burning red. "Which room are you in?" You tried to form a conversation.

"Next to yours actually. D3036." He smiled, morning to the room next door in the process.

"Oh so you're the one who gets to be closest to the kitchen?" You tried to joke, not expecting him to actually laugh back at you. It was nice, his laugh. It was the perfect kind of laugh. You always thought yours sounded like a demonic laugh, so you were glad for it to be someone else laughing other than you.

"Yeah I guess that's me!" He chuckled, walking further into your room. "Your room is different to mine." He made clear, poking his head around the corner to have a nose.

"I'm guessing it's flipped the other way?" You asked, making a reasonable guess.

"Yeah. Yeah it is." He nodded, taking a quick look out of the window and then back to you. He stuck out his hand for you to shake, making you drop your books on your desk clumsily. You noticed that your 'The Secret Garden' had managed to dent on the corner, which you mentally cursed yourself for. Your books were your alternative to oxygen. To take care of them was a day-to-day job for you - one that you enjoyed. "Well it's lovely to meet you, Y/N."

"And you, Harry." You felt that you shook his hand and looked into his beautiful eyes for two seconds too long, but you couldn't help yourself. He was a charming lad and you would be lying to say you weren't excited to be living with him this year - maybe even next year?

"The Secret Garden? Timeless classic." Harry nodded his head towards your desk whilst letting go of your hand, which had now become a little clammy.

"It's my favourite." You smiled warmly, happy at the thought of him taking an interest into your book collections.

"Y/N I don't know why you- oh hello," your mum proudly waltzed into the room, placing your belongings on top of the bed out of the way before raising her hand to introduce herself, "Y/N didn't mention there to be any charming, young, boys, like yourself. I'm Ms L/N, but you can call be Annie. Lovely to meet you." She smiled.

You mum was the worst for introducing herself to new people. Poor Harry here would probably be talking to her for at least half an hour until he even manages to get a word in. Terrifying Harry wasn't on your agenda though, so you quickly made sure now wasn't a good time.

Running a stressed hand through your hair you butted in on their conversation. "Mum I think Harry just wants to unpack and settle in. I probably should too." You hinted at her to politely leave. She would stay for as long as she wanted to if she had her way, which is a good reason she didn't. You wanted her to stay a little longer but you knew now was the right time for her to depart. Any longer and she would stay the entire year.

You still had more flatmates to meet and you couldn't be doing that whilst your mum was trying to introduce herself to everyone. She was the ultimate natter queen.

"Nice meeting you Ms L/N." Harry waved himself out of the room, before weaving himself into his room next door.

"It's Annie!" She called after him, before turning to look at you with a knowing smirk. It was no secret, to your mum, what your type was and Harry pretty much fitted it to the T so to say she was feeling excited was an understatement. She mouthed 'OMG' to you before squealing like a teenage girl at a Taylor Swift concert would.

"Ok mum you can leave now." You roll you eyes as you laugh and practically have to push her out of the room.

"Ok ok i'm going!" She laughed at your behaviour as she knew she was embarrassing you - that was in her job description though. "Give me a kiss." She opened her arms for you to give her a hug and a kiss. This, most likely, would be the last time seeing her until Christmas break and boy were you going to miss her. You dreaded to think how much she would miss you. Too much probably.

"I love you, mum." You spoke against her ear as she brought you into an almighty, bone-crushing, hug. She smelt of lavender and peppermint - sweet but spicy scents that reminded you of home. You mentally made a note to buy a lavender plant, or peppermint bonbons, in order to fulfil her comfort here.

"Oh I love you, my baby." She choked over her words slightly, which was cue for her to leave otherwise you wouldn't let her leave. You pulled away from her and waved her off as she walked off back down the corridor. "Remember to separate your lights and darks." She shouted back to you, slow in her step.

"Yes mum I know." You shook your head in embarrassment.

"And don't re-freeze chicken, okay?" She sternly asked, even though she'd been over this forty times already. Apparently if you give yourself food poisoning she's not going to be very sympathetic, because of how many times she's told you the rules of the kitchen.

"Okay, mum."

"Call me later too. Please." She was almost asking, as if she thought you'd have anything better to do. You had no intention of going out this evening, even if your new flatmates did, you were far too tired.

"Promise." You raised your pinky finger to her, to which she returned the small action from down the hall. She nodded her head, looking at you for a final time, before slipping out of the corridor and back to the lift to head outside and home.

It wouldn't be cool to cry right now, would it?

Telling yourself to keep it together was harder than you thought. It all felt too real now. You thought the feeling of independence and isolation might be a good change of tempo, but even after a minute of it you weren't sure how long you'd last. At least Harry seemed nice. Actually, he seemed genuine and lovely which put you at a little more ease.

Walking back into your room you sat on your bed and looked around the room in terror. This was actually your home for a year - by yourself. Everything was changing and, honestly, you were still back in the summer of Year 11 where everything seemed simple and possible. Everything seemed daunting and terrifying now. The thought of having to meet a whole new class of people  was enough to make your knees weak. What if you didn't make any friends at all? What if even Harry realises you aren't a good cuppa Yorkshire Tea but more of a PG Tips?

Feeling the tears filter into your eyes you stood up and sighed at yourself. Of course you'd be the one to cry on your first day. You were such a year 7 going off to high-school - all over again in fact...

"You want a hug?" Harry was propped at the door giving you a comforting smile and had his arms wide open already. The fact that he knew, already, exactly what you needed made you feel calm and safe.

You just nodded your head and he came towards you. His arms strongly wrapped around your body and you instantly slinked yours around him. He smelled really good - too good. He spread so much radiance and warmth. "Thank you." You breathed in his scent from over his shoulder - not wanting to overstep any boundaries by finding refuge in the small of his neck.

"Anytime. I'm a big hugger." He invited you to an infinite bank of hugs, which you greatly appreciated. You'd be needing one every hour at this point. He didn't let you go until you were ready, which was after a good twenty seconds. He was a great hugger.

"Thank you, again, Harry." You smiled warmly at him, meaning it. He smiled back at you kindly before moving to leave your room.

"I'm going to Tesco to pick up some milk and bread. You wanna come?" He asked, probably with the intention of getting your mind off of other things for at least an hour. "Not that I have any clue where it is, mind." He added, making you laugh at his honesty.

"Yeah sure. Let me go to the toilet really quick and you can search for the nearest shop, okay?" Your offered. Walking aimlessly around Liverpool until you found a shop, although sounding spontaneous and fun, wasn't what you wanted to be doing on your first night. Instead, you wanted to listen to sad songs and eat breadsticks until you could fall asleep. It wasn't often you ate breadsticks whilst listening to Lord Huron recall The Night We Met, but those nights were always your favourite.

It hadn’t taken long for you and Harry to ask you out and originally you’d said no. You thought he would’ve given up and it was his persistence that made you fall for him. You wanted stability in a relationship and Harry proved that he could provide you that.

You loved your relationship with Harry. He was perfect, at least to you. He knew exactly the ins and outs of you. He was able to detect when you were sad and would flourish you with chocolates and flowers to grow a smile back on your face. He knew all your favourite movie quotes and your favourite book characters. He wrote every song about you. You, about him. He made you laugh until your belly hurt and he made you experience unexplainable feelings.

He was a temple of love and it was all for you.

Just like now, as he thrusted into you from behind. He had you bent over the bathroom sink, making you watch him claim you his. His movements were primal and he wasn’t stopping for anyone or anything.

“Fuck you feel so good Y/N.” He grasped your hair and pulled your head back, groaning when he saw your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were shut tight and mouth hung open in breathlessness. “Open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at yourself.” You did as you were told, moaning at the sight.

He had your dress hitched up around your waist and panties pulled to the side. You were lucky your hair had been done down so that it wouldn’t be obvious what you were doing. Harry was in a gorgeous black suit with a heart printed shirt. You’d picked out his shirt because it matched your dress. It was your first appearance out as an official couple and you wanted to make a statement. The Brits was a good place to make that statement.

“Fuck H, you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Love you so much baby. You’re so beautiful.” Your phone started ringing on the side of the counter. “Ignore it, fuck. I’m nearly there. Y’gonna come for me? Yeah?”

All you could focus in was the way Harry struck into you. He was hard and fast, gripping your hips to help force you back and push him forwards. The sounds were sinful and the pleasure was pure. Nothing would ever feel as good as this. He was pounding you so raw and you knew that you’d have a mass of bruises tomorrow from his grip.

“Wanna come so badly, mhm.”

“Come for me then, baby. Come and then i’ll fill you up so good.” He whispered into your ear, the sounds of your phone still ringing long forgotten. You were both on a cloud so high that nothing else seemed important anymore.

You did as Harry told you, your whole body shaking. Harry had to grip your waist tighter, as your legs were failing to work for themselves and hold you up. As you came, he coated your walls white. Feeling so full had never felt so good. You were so fucked for him, literally.

“Keep all of me in there and i’ll lick it out of you tonight.” He demanded as he pulled out of you, now feeling empty.

He helped you stand up properly and fixed your hair and makeup with you. “So pretty.” He told you, kissing you on the lips once, twice, three times.

“As are you.”

You both walked out of the locked toilets and down the corridors of the O2 arena, where the Brits were being helped. Harry was laughing at something you said when a lady rushed up to you both.

“Where’ve you two been? You’ve won a bloomin’ award and the rest of your band are on stage now!” She seemed cross, but also mixed with a little bit of star struck nerves. You and Harry didn’t miss what she’d said though and took each others hands whilst running off down the corridor.

Harry was in front of you, you not being able to run as fast with your heels on. As you entered the main arena you heard Liam speak.

“I don’t know where you are Harry and Y/N..” Before he spotted you both running down the centre aisle. Harry ran off a bit, leaving you run on your own.

You were scared of breaking your ankle, however, so stopped to try and take them off. You forgot they were buckled though which made the process harder. Before you got the chance to properly undo them, you felt someones, Harry’s, arms tuck underneath your legs and around your back and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style the rest of the way.

“You and your bloody heels.” He rolled his eyes and you kissed his cheek confidently.

As you got to the stage, Harry put you down and took the microphone off of Liam. “Really sorry! We were having a wee.”

In fact you were running errands for baby preparation today. You were out with your family so the shops, in the town centre.

Harry was walking ahead with Felix, whilst Oliver stayed guarded by you. Ever since the start of your pregnancy Oliver has kept close by you. Harry told him how fragile you were, now you were carrying their baby sister, and so you had to be protected at all costs. Obviously Harry didn’t actually expect them to fully protect you - that was his job - but he still awed at the way Oliver, and Felix sometimes, kept watch over you.

So far, today, you’d managed to get a bunch of new baby clothes for you unborn daughter and more were off to feed your children. It’d been a busy and laborious day, so Harry had promised them a McDonalds as a treat.

“How much further?” Oliver asked you, holding onto your hand as you walked.

“Just up here bubs.” You pointed to where the golden arches shone from above the store. Unfortunately, you also spotted an abundance of paparazzi. Harry started to walk slower and allow you to catch up to him, wanting you as close to him as possible to get through this mess.

“Bloody hell.” Harry cursed quietly, so only you could hear. “Alright boys, you keep ahold of mummy’s hands yeah?” He passed Felix’s hand to your free one and you gripped both of their hands tighter. It was Harry the paparazzi wanted, so he would create a diversion for you to be able to get safely to your destination.

He wasn’t risking anything.

“Ok come on, loves.” You pulled your boys further away from Harry and closer to the store.

Harry pulled the majority of the paparazzi away from you, but there was just a couple that decided that it would make better content - no doubt pretending that Harry wasn’t with you and there was trouble in paradise. You tugged your sons closer to you as the paparazzi got closer, not wanting them to get harmed by these men that didn’t care about such things.

“Y/N!” They kept repeating as if it was going to catch your attention.

You kept on walking, trying to drown out their shouts. One comment stuck out like a sore thumb though.

“Oi Y/N is baby number 3 going to be enough to make Harry stay?”

His words got underneath your skin, crawling into and over your body like a disease. You shouldn’t let people’s words get to you so much, but hearing people still doubt Harrys love for you, especially with fluctuating hormones, really hurt. You, yourself, never doubted Harry’s love for you - not one bit - but it hurt to think of Harry in such a way and you felt the need to defend him.

Your son, Oliver, beat you to it m, however.

“Hey!” He caught their attention, making people quiet and come to a collective halt, “Speak to my mummy like that again and my daddy will have his people on you.” Oliver spoke bravely, tugging a proud smile onto your face. Harry looked even prouder, until the paparazzi had the cheek to bite back.

“Kid, stay out of things that don’t concern you.” The paparazzi was so rude and so bitter that it made Oliver cower with nerves and anxiety. Yes he was brave for stepping up, but he was still only a child with a fragility to him that was innocent.

“Speak to my son, or any of my family for that matter, like that again and yes, my lawyers will be after you.” Harry came to tell the man, who looked slightly terrified now.

blurbs

part 4 of ceo!harry

stepdad!harry or stepmom!y/n

clumsy!reader

love island au 

shy!reader

reader cooking whilst listening to harry’s music

celebrating harry’s birthday

something about the dwd trailer

soulmate fic

get engaged and everyone is skeptical about it

attending khai’s birthday party

“we’re not just friends and you know it”

reader wrote ‘everything i wanted’ for harry

something based of ‘easy on me’ by adele

nanny!reader for sarah and mitch’s baby

smut in harry’s childhood bedroom

eternals table-reading and have crushed on each other 

platonic actress!reader x actor!harry

best-friends to lovers

claustrophobic!reader

demisexual!harry

farm-girl!reader

reader has depression

go ice-skating and to a photo-booth together

watching a horror movie together

personal trainer!harry

demon!harry x human!reader

writing sessions with harry

getting ready for an awards shows

reader uses own last name even when they’re married

attending an ariana grande concert together

reader gets surprised with a pleasing +extra kit

sick!reader

harry asks to stop halfway through sex

socially anxious!reader bombarded by paparazzi

tourette’s!reader

shopping with harry

nye night in with harry

desi!reader

series

kiss me in the dark [highschool]

homecoming

harry forgetting a date 

harry fights with girl friends over you

school dance

“anything”

reader on period but doesn’t tell harry

reader being bullied and harry re-evaluates his friendships

little moments [family]

the family attending hslot

kids styling harry’s hair

public walk leads to leak of baby’s face (spencharry)

on vacation

dressing up for halloween

child chokes on toy

kids are scared of a thunderstorm and harry is away

from the moment we met [insta dm]

part 3 of this story

hslot

protective!harry 

fan!reader meeting harry backstage

famous singer!reader has to leave harry on tour for own tour

your parents attend harry’s concert, nervous!harry

fight before a show (hhh32)

shower sex after a long concert

deaf!reader

pregnant!reader

reader gets hurt backstage due to wearing heels

harry falls and hurts his wrist onstage

mobbed outside hotel

relative of readers passes away

sick!harry

dizzy!harry

brother!tom holland

brothers react to watermelon sugar

gang!harry

clumsy!reader

have a huge argument

pregnancy reveal

how they met

brother!harry

harry comes home from tour and is disconnected with reader

you have a panic attack

wolfrry

“literally anything”

instagram concepts

rock singer reader

reading and book recommending

everyone knows you’re together but you never post about it

family life in nyc

with demirose

pornstars

hslot husbandrry

florist!harry

desi!reader