#boxer harry

she then quietly makes her way from the bed with a glance back at harry to make sure he’s still sound asleep before heading toward the guest room. closing the door behind her quietly, she tosses the vibrator on the bed before sliding her panties down her legs and discarding them somewhere beside the bed. no more time is wasted as she climbs on and gets comfortable against the pillows and spreads her legs. the chill of the air on her wet centre sends a shiver down her spine but she couldn’t care less as of right now.

there’s no time for teasing, so she grabs the toy and turns it on her favourite setting before simply pressing it against her throbbing clit, a small cry of relief leaving her lips at the feeling. the vibrations instantly plummet her into her own mind, memories of her boyfriend above her and taking her just the way she needs flooding her mind. unbeknownst to her, harry had woken up shortly after she’d gotten out of the bed and was in search of her with sleep dazed head.

she doesn’t even know that he’s walking down the hallway listening for her when he hears the buzzing sound and her soft mewls from behind the guest room door, stopping to investigate.

when he pushes the door open to the room, his cock stirs to life in his boxers as he sees her in the centre of the bed pleasuring herself. “oh, angel,” harry tsks, the sound of his voice breaking yn from the confines of her thoughts of him. she’s shocked to see him standing there, embarrassed even, as she hastily snaps her legs shut and fumbles around with the buttons on the toy. “why didn’t you wake me?” he questions, climbing onto the bed with her.

she’s quiet for a moment due to her embarrassment, averting her eyes until he places his hand on her thigh to coax her to look at him. when her eyes return to his and she sees no judgment in them, she feels comfortable responding. “you need your sleep. you just had a match,” she explains, her voice small.

“i know, sweet girl, but if you need me i can help you,” he responds, words genuine. his response pulls a scoff from her, making him raise his eyebrows in shock.

“i was not going to wake you up because i was horny,” her voice is firm now at how ridiculous he sounds.

that’s when his normal cheeky, dimpled grin forms on his face and he pulls her thighs apart. “okay, that’s fair, but i’m up now. you know it’s hard for me to sleep anyways when i haven’t had a taste of you,” he teases, reaching up with his dominant hand and running a finger through her soaked folds. he gathers some wetness on his fingertip before immediately honing in on her sensitive clit, a hum falling from his lips when he feels it twitch against him.

“no, h. your hand,” she manages to gasp, remembering the bruising and pain he’d received from the fight today. she’s squirming away from his touch, much to her dismay at the situation, but she knows he needs to rest that hand.

“i’m fine, angel. but if it makes you feel any better i won’t use it. how’s that sound, hm?” he questions, all playfulness gone from his voice as he knows she’s genuinely concerned for him. she thinks on his suggestion for a moment before she’s nodding her head and relaxing into the pillows once more. she’s not relaxed for long, though, as he immediately takes her clit into his mouth and begins to suck on it before flicking at it a bit, causing her body to tense and a gasp to leave her.

it doesn’t take long at all for her to get close, her orgasm creeping up on her just minutes after he gets his mouth on her. he’s alternating between sucking on her clit and licking into her folds, occasionally pushing his tongue into her somewhat neglected entrance. when she wraps her thighs around his head as she gets closer, he can’t help but groan against her, and the action immediately flings her off the edge with a loud cry of his name.

her body is stock still as her orgasm moves through her body in intense waves, and by the end of it she’s choking on her breath and pushing him away as he hasn’t stopped licking at her sensitive flesh. he reluctantly pulls away with that same grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe her cum off of it.

climbing up her body, he cages her in before craning his neck to press his lips to hers. they both marvel at the taste of her arousal on him, and soon he feels her tongue make its way into his mouth, pulling away before things escalate as she needs sleep as well. he gives her one last peck before speaking up. “there we go. are y’gonna be able to sleep now?” he teases, but he’s soon choking on his breath as he feels her hand quickly reach into his boxers and wrap around him.

her words are innocent as she responds. “no, not yet.”

His suit jacket and slacks feel itchy on his clammy skin, and he shifts uncomfortably on the couch. His eyes fall on the lounging chair across the room, cushions and fabric worn down and soft. It's as if the chair, which has always been reserved for Desmond, is waiting for him to come and put his feet up.

Harry's vision blurs but he can't feel the sting of his eyes or the tears that follow the dips of his cheeks and nose. He doesn't wipe them away when he climbs to his feet, walking on numb legs to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge. He lets them fall onto his hands as he removes the cap with a bottle opener, lip trembling as he takes the beer back to living room. He sets it on the table next to his dad's chair, returning to his spot on the couch. If he doesn't think about it too much, he can pretend his dad is still here.

~

He can hear them talking around him, hear the way Anne's voice is lined in panic. He wishes it wasn't, her panic fuels his panic. Gemma's not as worried, at least she doesn't sound like she is as she tries to shush Anne. Later he'll be grateful for it, because her voice is distracting him from y/n's, and he needs to hear her, to feel her.

Gemma must get Anne quiet because the only voice Harry can make out in his meddled brain is his wife's. It's as if she can read his mind, responding to the hurtful thought pounding in his brain.

They're abandoning you again.

"We're here, we love you Harry."

You should've known they'd do this.

"You did nothing wrong bub, nothing at all."

You're not loved.

"Love you so much Harry, come back to me please baby. Need you."

You're hurt, and you're scared, and you're broken.

"I've got you, you're ok. I've got you forever."

Y/n is carding her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp despite the fact that he's heavily sweating. She lets him squeeze her arm, fingers white from the strong grip he has on her. Somehow he's managed to bury his nose in her neck, inhaling her scent through rushed inhales and choppy exhales.

She holds him tight, just like he asked her to all those years ago when she'd begged him to let her help. He thinks of them then. Back when she opened him up, when she took his fragile heart and built it to be strong. When she took his heart and put it with hers, making them each other's safe space. He thinks of the nights when she'd drive to stay with him when he was so lonely he was scared of himself. All the days she'd stayed under the covers with him because he was so exhausted from a nightmare that had kept him up the night before. And he thinks of her holding him when he fell apart, letting him know she'll always put him back together. He starts to come back, reminding himself he's still in her arms, she's still putting him back together.

She must feel him relax because she presses a strong kiss to his temple, murmuring softly,"are you back love? You here with me?"

He nods, peeling his teary eyes open to meet hers. Like always, she shows no hint of fear or anxiety. She's strong, lips in a tiny but comforting smile and eyes looking him over fondly. He releases his hold on her arms, wiping at his eyes messily before cupping her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. She nods, knowing what he's trying to say. It's their thing after he's had an attack because he often doesn't know how voice his gratefulness. A simple "thank you" doesn't feel enough and she gets mad when he apologizes. So he just uses his eyes and hands.

Gemma and Anne watch them hesitantly when he turns back to face them, urging y/n to keep holding him with a hand on her wrist. She doesn't say a word but she keeps her arms around his chest, butt sat on the back of the couch behind him. Harry notices Anne crying and he really hopes that she's crying because she's realized just how much her abandonment changed him.

"We-we don't have to do this now-"

"Yes we do." Harry interrupts Gemma, adjusting his jittery limbs. "I'm tired of being fragile and anxious and putting this off. We've been tip toeing around each other for too long."

Y/n squeezes her arms around him in encouragement. Gemma looks at her questioningly, not believing that Harry can be up for talking after having a panic attack. "He's ok Gemma. Wasn't one of his bad ones, and I think we'll all feel better after this."

She nods, still hesitant, but it seems y/n put her a little more at ease. She must have the same affect on Gemma as she has on Harry.

"We're not moving back to that town." Anne speaks up, voice more firm than Harry's ever heard it before. She meets his gaze, eyes steady and stronger than he ever remembers seeing them. "When we said leave, we met leave your home. Not you."

Harry's throat has gone dry, heart thumping loudly. He's hasn't seen Anne like this since his dad was still around. He finds refreshing albeit a bit unnerving. After all that's happened, he's not exactly the most trusting person in the world.

"We've found an apartment not far from here," Gemma explains, voice extra soft like she's afraid of hurting Harry. "we just thought that this might help us find each other again. You'd get back to your routine and we'd have our own while still being here."

"For you!" Anne quickly adds. "We'll be here for you."

He can't stop his next words, not that he really wants to. "What makes you think I need you here?" He can feel y/n tense behind him, squeezing his chest warningly.

Both Anne and Gemma gape, clearly caught off guard by his question. They don't seem to have answer but he wants one. "I needed you when I was living on my mates couch, homeless and lost. I needed you when I was trying to finish school without killing myself from how fucking lonely I was. I needed you when I was scheduling fights everyday because it felt good to hurt on the outside like I did on the inside. I needed you when I met the love of my life and was terrified of losing her. I needed you when I was marrying her. And I needed you when my son was being born. But I don't need you now."

"Harry-" y/n whispers harshly.

"No!" He interrupts, staring blankly at Anne and Gemma's heart broken looks. "I got through it all. I got through the hurt and the fear and the anxiety. I found my home. And it's perfect. It's so fucking perfect I wouldn't change it for anything. And I did it all without you two."

"You did," Anne croaks quietly.

"I built a home with my soulmate. A home you could never make Anne."

"Harry-"

"She deserves to hear it." Harry says, urging y/n to just let him say everything he needs to. "I spent years staying quiet, taking beatings, picking her back up and she couldn't return the favor. I gave up half of my paycheck every week for years just to make sure they had everything they needed. And I couldn't even get a fucking text back when my son was being born-"

"You sent money?"

Harry falters at their confused appearances. How could they not know? He sent it to the house he grew up in, with Anne's name at the bottom. He saw the money taken out of his account. They cashed his checks.

"Every week," Harry nods. "At least $500 every week for years until they started get sent back."

"Harry," Gemma says. "we never got any checks from you. We never got anything from you. We thought you'd moved on from us."

His head swims in confusion. "You never got anything?"

Anne shakes her head.

"Then who..."

Y/n leans over his shoulder. "Harry," she murmurs sadly. "I think I know who was cashing your checks."

He turns his head to meet her gaze, chest filling with anger as he too realizes what's happened. "Jack," he snarls. "was fucking Jack."

Anne and Gemma deflate at his words, both of them realizing that what he's said is in fact true. With the way Jack ran that house he should've known that they'd never get that money from him.

"How much did you send Harry?" Anne asks hesitantly.

"I sent money, and letters, and invitations. I sent our fucking wedding invitation," Harry seethes. "and that prick never gave it to you."

Gemma shakes her head, eyes blazing in the way Harry's do when he's angry. "If we had known, we'd have been here Harry. I swear-"

"I know," he interrupts because he recognizes this Gemma and Anne. He knows that the two women across from him would've come back for him sooner if they'd have known. "It sucks, but it's ok."

They seem put off by his words, but he doesn't care. He's tired of being mad, and scared, and exhausted. They have so much more to say to each other, but they're willing to move here to stay with him. They have all the time in the world right now.

"You're here now," y/n speaks up, rubbing her hand up and down his arm. "and that's what matters."

Harry nods, glad that she always knows what to say. "I think we should head to bed. We can finish this another time, yeah?"

Gemma and Anne nod in agreement. Y/n unwinds herself from Harry, allowing him to stand up from the couch. He grabs her hand, helping her balance as she climbs off the couch.

"Wait," Anne interrupts, jumping to her feet. Harry looks at her, a little shocked at her outburst. She's never been one to speak her mind. "I'm sorry Harry. I'm sorry I missed so much of your life and your son's life. I promise I'll fix everything."

His chest aches as he looks over her for the first time in years. She looks small and frail, eyes anxious and frightened. He notices that she keeps tapping her fingers on her thigh, a habit she picked up after Jack started hitting her. And it fucking hurts him because that's still his mother and he still loves her. No matter what she did, he should've stayed there and fought for her and Gemma. His father left him as the man of the house, and when things got tough, he let her push him out.

He's failed. He failed at taking care of her and protecting her and making sure she was safe. He was stupid to think a couple checks a month would keep her steady, because he left her with the worst excuse of a human being to ever live.

"We'll all fix it," Harry assures, knowing he's royally fucked up too. "together."

~

Squeezing her wet hair with a towel, Gemma returns to her borrowed bedroom, eyes burning with exhaustion. Today was the best Thanksgiving she's had in years. A real Thanksgiving with a real family. Not only that, but she'd spoken with Harry. Sure, he'd said awful things but she can't blame him. He was right when he said they deserve it. He put up with so much rejection and hurt from them, and still opened his home to them. Even though his words made her want to throw up, she can't help but be pleased. They're getting somewhere, they're healing.

She hangs her towel on the knob of the dresser to dry, a yawn stretching her lips as she retreats to the bed by the window. She freezes, recalling that she'd left the bed a mess of sheets when she'd gotten in the shower but now the blankets are pulled up and the pillows fluffed. And a CD sits on the pillow closest to the door. Curious, she picks up the CD. Scribbled on the front of it is nothing but a date. June 15th 2018. She doesn't know the significance of the date or what's on the disk but she'd know that sloppy scribble anywhere. Harry left the CD there for her.

Too intrigued to sleep, Gemma pops the disk in the DVD player and turns on the tv. It takes a second to load, a light pink screen bordered in flowers coming into focus. Written in cursive across the screen are the words "Mr. and Mrs. Harry Styles" and underneath in a smaller font is "forever and ever." Gemma immediately realizes what this is, pausing the disk and scrambling across the hall to her mother's room.

Anne's already in bed, reaching over for the lamp on the bedside table when Gemma bursts in and she jumps, practically knocking the lamp over. "What's the matter?"

"Come watch what Harry left in my room!" Gemma exclaims, grabbing Anne by the wrist and tugging her back into her bedroom. They settle on the bed, Gemma taking the remote.

"Gemma, is this..."

"Yeah," Gemma whispers, hitting play. The words turn in a blurry mess of pink until it refocuses on a group of girls in pink dresses, Gemma recognizing one as Marie and another as Chloe. They're gathered in a little room, waiting eagerly in front of a door.

~

"Would you come out already!" Kate shouts through the bathroom door, voice lined with amusement despite the fact that she's been asking for about 20 minutes. Biting her bottom lip, y/n smoothes her hands down her dress. The silk fabric is soft on her palms, helping her to relax.

"I'm scared!" Y/n calls back, chuckling as she says it because she knows it's insane. Still giggling, she pulls open the bathroom door and steps into her dressing room.

"Why are you laughing?" Kate asks but she's giggling too, reaching out to smooth down the flowy sleeves of the dress.

"Because it's Harry and he's not scary." Y/n admits, blushing at the thought of him. She wonders if he's dressed yet, if he's got someone to fix his tie after he messes it up. "He's a sweetheart."

"He is a sweetheart," Kate agrees, smiling proudly at her best friend. "and he loves you so much it's insane."

"He does, doesn't he?"

"He's going to give you the best life ever, you lucky bitch."

Y/n snorts at Kate's words, pulling her into a bone crushing hug. "You know, if you ever needed it, he'd take care of you too."

Kate rolls her eyes but nods. Everyone knows Harry would do anything for the people y/n loves. If it's a love if hers, it's a love of his. Inhaling deeply, Kate squeezes y/n's shoulders.

"You ready to marry Prince Charming?"

Her face splits into a beaming smile, eyes watering at the thought of Harry now being her husband. She loves him so much she thinks she could float away. "I've been ready."

"Let's go get 'em babe."

~

The video fades to Harry, back to them as he adjusts the pink bowtie on his neck. The mirror in front of him reflects his face back to the camera, Anne audibly gasping.

"He's so handsome." She whisperes tearily.

Gemma nods, heart aching when video Harry turns to the camera as he walks to the couch in the corner, plopping down onto the leather. He digs some cards out of his pocket, smiling softly as he looks over them.

~

Harry's heart thumps in his chest, teeth biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling too big. He can't help it, he's just so fucking happy. He's re-reading his vows when a soft knock sounds throughout the room. Knowing it's not Nick (Nick would never knock), Harry calls for them to come in.

The door opens, just enough for Marie to slip through. Harry smiles at her, placing the cards back in his pocket and rising to his feet.

"Oh," she breathes, cupping her mouth. "aren't you a dream! You look so handsome!"

Harry blushes, chucking bashfully. "Thank you." Unable to stop himself, he adds, "How's she look?"

"Beautiful. She looks like a real life angel."

Harry smiles proudly, shaking head in disbelief. He can't believe y/n is going to marry him. He'll get to spend the rest of his life with her by his side.

"How are we feeling? Are we nervous?" Marie asks him, motioning for him to step closer. He does, ducking down a bit to allow her to smooth back a strand of his hair.

Harry nods, chuckling nervously. He really has no reason to be nervous. He knows y/n, he knows she'll always love him and protect him. He still voices his worries to Marie, knowing she'll know what to say. "I'm really nervous. M'afraid she'll see me at the alter and change her mind."

Marie gasps. "She would never. She loves you too much. I just listened to her go on and on about how perfect you are."

Harry's ears burn, cheeks becoming flustered. "Really?"

"She just can't get enough of you."

"What if one day she decides she's got enough?"

"Impossible," Marie cups his jaw, looking over him with that motherly gaze. "I've not gotten sick of Steve and you two are more of a match made in heaven than we are."

Harry chuckles, knowing she's just trying to hype him up. "I really love her."

"I know you do. She loves you so much too. She wouldn't learn how to give stitches just for anyone, you know?" Marie gives him a pointed look, obviously knowing about the injury Harry had gotten in a match last week that y/n had to stitch up for him.

"I'll take care of her." He swears. "I know she's your baby, she's mine too. So I'll make sure she's got a good life."

Marie tears up, patting his cheek affectionately. "I know you will." She pecks a kiss to his cheek and Harry returns it, thankful that he's becoming part of the greatest family he's ever seen.

~

The bridesmaids and groomsmen are shown walking down the aisle before the video cuts between Harry walking down the aisle, Marie on his arm, and y/n walking down the aisle with Steve. Steve kisses y/n on the cheek, nodding to Harry as he hands y/n over to him. Gemma chuckles when Harry immediately wraps his arms around her waist, pulling y/n into his chest. The small group of guests all laugh, y/n whispering something in Harry's ear as he pulls away, taking her hands in his.

~

"Friends, family, loved ones," the ordainer announces. "we gather here today to witness the marriage of y/n Tomlinson and Harry Styles. Seeing as the groom can barely keep his hands to himself," Harry blushes, shrugging as y/n giggles. "let's begin the vows. Harry?"

Practically vibrating, Harry releases one of her hands to dig out his vows. Y/n squeezes his hand as he clears his throat, smiling softly at him.

"Darling, there's so much I could say today to prove how much I love you and how important you are to me. When I had nothing, you gave me everything. You gave me someone to call my home, you gave me a family, you gave me happiness, but most importantly you gave me your heart. I promise to protect it, love it, and care for it for the rest of our lives. Forever and ever."

Harry chuckles breathlessly when he meets her gaze, the image of her blurred by tears but still beautiful. So fucking beautiful.

"Y/n?"

Y/n doesn't reach for notecards. Instead, she grabs the hand that had been holding his vows, linking their fingers together. "I remember the day I realized I was going to marry you. It was the 18th boxing match of yours I had been to and I'm sorry baby, but it was awful. I knew you were the man I was going to marry when I took you home after the fight and you could barely walk. I wouldn't carry just anyone for 5 blocks, nor would I ice bruises and bandage cuts for just anyone.

"But you're not anyone. You're my soulmate, my best friend, and the greatest man I've ever met. I realized that night, that I want to spend the rest of my life caring and loving you, and I promise I will. Forever and ever."

The rings are handed forward, Harry eager to slip y/n's on. Knowing that Harry's busting with excitement, the ordainer quickly asks, "y/n, do you take Harry to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." She says firmly, biting her lip as Harry slides the band on her finger.

"Harry, do you take y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do." Y/n slips his band on, giving his hand a brief squeeze before she's wrapping both of her arms around his neck. Harry slips his around her waist, pulling her flush against his front.

"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce thee husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The words are barely off his lips before Harry's slotting his mouth againsts y/n's. She melts into him, lips perfectly molded with his. Harry can't believe he gets to kiss her forever and ever.

~

The video flashes through pictures of Harry and y/n after the ceremony, posing outside the church with the wedding party and her parents. Silly photos of Harry biting into her cheek or wearing her veil. Sweet photos of them sharing a kiss or Harry holding her from behind with big love-sick smiles on their faces.

It then fades into the reception, Harry and y/n swirling around the dance floor and sharing flutes of champagne. They hang on each other as if attached by a bungee cord, sharing kisses and unintelligible whispers that the camera can't pick up.

Gemma laughs when the cake scene comes up, Harry giggling as he shoves cake into y/n's face. Y/n pouts, discretely getting her own handful of cake. Harry leans in to kiss her, getting cut off by a face full of cake.

It's a version of y/n and Harry that she's never seen before. A careless, bubbly Harry that is so enamored with his wife he can't remove his hands from her for a second. Y/n is shy and giggly, melting into Harry's chest in a flurry of red cheeks and smiles every time he loves on her.

She can't help but hope that she'll get to see this Harry and y/n once they've fixed their relationship.

~

The door squeaks just the tiniest bit as she enters, her shadow being casted on the wall in front of him as she steps in front of the night light. Harry doesn't move, silent and still as she approaches the crib. Her fingers tickle the small of his back, running up his spine as she leans against his strong frame. His fingers tighten on the edge of the crib, wet eyes staying locked on his sleeping baby. He rests his cheek on top of her head, letting her know he appreciates her being there.

"Should get to bed love," y/n suggests in a whisper. "it's late."

Harry hums, but doesn't move a muscle. He can't believe that even after he left that house Jack was still fucking with me. He knew Harry wanted his family to celebrate his graduation with him and Jack kept the invite from them. He knew of Harry's wedding and said nothing to Anne and Gemma. He knew of Arlo and never told Anne she was going to be a grandma.

"I should've known," Harry croaks quietly. "I should've known that he'd never let me contact them. If I had just gone that day-"

"Don't do this Harry," Y/n begs, slipping herself between him and the crib. Her arms tighten around his thin waist, eyes desperately to meet his. "don't blame yourself again. What Jack did, to you and Anne and Gemma, it's not on you."

"I could've tried harder,"

"You did all that you could. What would have happened if you'd gone back that day and found out what was doing?"

Harry tears his gaze away from Arlo. "I would've killed him," he admits. "for taking my family from me, for hurting them. I would've hurt him."

She presses a kiss to his clenched jaw. "That wouldn't have fixed anything Harry. That wouldn't have brought Gemma and Anne the time they needed to move on from what happened and come find you. That wouldn't have made you feel better."

Harry drops an arm around her waist, melting into her as she dots kisses into the crease of his neck and under his ear. "No it wouldn't but he deserves it."

"I think he got what he deserves," she says, and Harry's brow furrows in confusion. He deserves much more than the one ass kicking Harry gave him. "he has nothing anymore Harry. He had the chance to be part of a great family, a chance to love you and he didn't."

"He's really missing out." Harry says sarcastically.

Y/n pulls her face from his neck, tip toeing to match his height. Her eyes seem to shine in the dark room and Harry wonders what thought in her head has her glowing like that. "You won Harry. He tried to take your family from you, force you to be alone. But look at everything you've got. Mum and dad. Louis and Chloe. Charlie and Lacy. You got Anne and Gemma back. And you have me and our babies."

Harry melts, realizing that she's right. Jack took a lot from him, but in the end he's got the most important thing back; his family. His ever growing family. Jack could never take them from him. The worst he could do is hurt Harry but as long as he's got y/n and their babies to come home to, he knows he'll be just fine.

"I love you so fucking much." Harry admits tearily, cupping her cheek. "I thank God everyday for all the shit that happened in the past because it gave me you. And you're so fucking worth it."

"Forever and ever?" She smiles.

"Forever and ever." Harry agrees, sealing the promise with a kiss.

~

"We've been here forever!" Y/n cries, breaking Harry's heart with her big teary eyes. He pouts, pushing her hair away from her sweaty forehead and wiping her cheeks. She blubbers more, prompting Harry to pull her into his chest as best he can without having to climb into the hospital bed with her.

"I know baby, I know," he shushes. "don't worry, he'll be here soon."

"I want him here now!" She whimpers, and as if her words were magic, Harry feels her tense under him. He immediately reaches for her hands, chest pressing to her back as she sits up and squeezes his hands. He presses a kiss to her temple, doing his best to not wince from how hard she's squeezing his hand. She's sure as hell hurting a lot more than he is.

Her contraction doesn't last too long, fading out until she's relaxing against him. Once again, he brushes her hair from her face, dotting a dozen kisses to the side of her cheek. "See, he's just as ready to be here. So excited to meet us, huh?"

Y/n looks at her swollen stomach with a pout, bottom lip trembling. "It's been hours Harry and all that's going on here is pain and sweat and tears and I'm not even sad! Why can't I stop crying?"

Trying not to laugh from how devastatingly cute she is, Harry wipes at her cheeks again. "You're just tired darling. Between me and him, ya didn't get much sleep last night and then I kept bothering ya for a shag this morning. S'all my fault baby."

"B-but I wanted a shag!"

Harry does laugh at that. He always laughs when she steals slang from him. "I know ya did but look at this, we're getting something better. We're getting our baby today."

"Rather be shagging."

He chuckles warmly, murmuring cheekily "good thing they go hand in hand then."

Her retort is cut off by another contraction, Harry's reflexes kicking in so he's holding her hands and keeping her grounded as her body prepares for their son.

She's starting to slump back into his chest when the door to their hospital room opens, Marie returning with ice chips and their doctor. Y/n eagerly takes the cup from her mother, scooping ice into her mouth. She falls back against Harry with a satisfied him, blinking blearily at the doctor.

"How are we doing in here?" The doctor asks, pulling on a pair of latex gloves.

"We're great." Y/n hums, smiling softly.

"We're a bit delusional." Harry jokes, petting at the side of her head. "We're getting tired and a lil grumpy. Ready for the little one to come out."

Y/n nods in agreement, crunching away at her ice chips as the doctor checks under her gown to see how dilated she is. Harry's heart jumps when the doctor breaks into a happy smile, removing herself from between y/n's legs and peeling off her gloves.

"Glad to hear we're ready because so is your son. Let's get you to the delivery room." Y/n freezes at her words, looking up at Harry with wide eyes. He's not sure if she's more scared or relieved.

He gives her an encouraging smile, ignoring the fact that his brain is feeling a little fuzzy and fingers numb, because she needs him to be calm and collected. And if there's anything he's sure of, it's that they're going to be the best fucking parents ever.

Harry's in a bit of an adrenaline fueled trance as he's instructed to change into scrubs (just in case they have to perform a C-section). Marie gives him a big hug, telling him to keep an eye on her daughter and in return she'll keep an eye out for any visitors. He knows she's talking about Anne and Gemma.

Before he knows it, he's wrapped around y/n, hands crushed in hers as she grunts and cries her way through the delivery of their son. He hates how happy he feels, knowing she's hurting and by the width of her eyes he knows she's scared.

"Why is there so much blood? Is he ok?" She pants between contractions, eyes rapidly flickering from in between her thighs to the doctor.

"He's just fine. The blood's normal, sweetheart."

She bites her lip, nodding and Harry knows she doesn't believe the doctor but she won't question it. She's just worried, that is their child after all.

"We're ok darling," Harry mururms, trying to distract her from the blood staining the doctor and the paper sheet over her legs. She turns to him, nodding as tears flood down her cheeks. "do we know what we're crying for?" He chuckles, edging closer to the bed so she can rest the side of her head on his chest. "Or are we just crying?"

"I think our son got your giant head."

Harry (and the doctor and nurses) laugh, Harry stroking her side to keep her calm. "Why are ya crying over that? Ya loved my big head yesterday."

"I still love it," she winces, sitting herself up as another contraction hits. "but not when it's coming out of me."

Harry doesn't respond because she's pushing now, desperately reaching for his hands. He holds her, offering little comments of how amazing she is to keep her from getting too exhausted.

The little gaps between contractions stop, and Harry's constantly murmuring into her about how much he loves her, and her cries soon turn into the cries of a newborn.

A newborn that's placed on y/n's chest, naked and red and gooey but oh so beautiful. A newborn with ten toes and ten fingers. A newborn with a nose curved just like his daddy's and lips shaped just like his mumma's. A newborn with the loudest pair of lungs Harry's ever heard. A newborn with the name Arlo Edward Styles.

~

Somehow, y/n coaxes Harry out of the nursery and into their bedroom, guiding him as he refuses to take his eyes off of her. Harry sits placid at the bottom of the bed as y/n strips him of his clothes, leaving him in a pair of boxers and his socks. He lets her tuck him into bed, heartwarming happily at the feeling of being babied. He likes when she takes care of him like this. He likes being comfortable enough to let her take care of him.

His eyes are heavy and blurry, close to falling asleep when he realizes she's left the room. He pouts, sitting up in the bed a bit to look for her. Not even seconds later, she's entering the room, arms cradled around their stirring son. Harry grins, eyes and lips dopey with exhaustion.

"S'tha' ma baby?" He slurs. "Ma beautiful bub with ma beautiful girl?"

Y/n giggles quietly, kneeing her way into the bed until she's balanced next to Harry. He falls back into the pillows, blinking sluggishly as she pulls the cover down enough to expose his naked chest. Harry watches her fondly as she lays Arlo on his tummy on Harry's chest, pulling the covers back up over them. Arlo wiggles, squirming around until his nose is tucked into the column of Harry's throat, Harry placing a hand on his baby's back to settle him. Y/n tucks herself into the bed, switching off the lamp by her bedside and plunging them in darkness. Harry feels her scoot closer to him, her arm wrapping around his stomach and her nose nudging his bicep. His lifts his arm, bringing her even closer to his chest and letting her use his arm as a pillow, even if it makes him lose feeling in his fingers. He doesn't mind.

"Darling?"

Y/n hums, stroking her thumb back and forth over his hip.

"I think I want to go back. To my old house."

She doesn't miss a beat. She never does. "When?"

"When they go back to get their things. I want to show you, and I want to say goodbye."

Harry feels her lips kiss over his heart. "M'kay. Just let me know when to take off work."