#dolcezza

Made to Be - They got the call school was cancelled and so Harry thought they were sleeping in. But instead she was up at the same time as their regular alarm. Harry didn't notice for a little while until his bed felt unusually cold. He was sure he imagined the emptiness on her side of the bed. As soon as he realized what was happening, he nearly hopped out of bed. Fortunately the power was still on and he hurried to find the warm thick clothes he planned on wearing, he grabbed a piece of gum in lieu of brushing his teeth because he couldn't possibly have her out there a second longer. "Angel," he called and frowned as he tugged his hat on as he exited the front door. The front step was clear of any snow and there was already some salt laid on the wooden slats to keep from icing over. The flakes were light and it was clear the storm was over but he wasn't afraid to say he was pissed she was out there on her own. She pouted. "You were supposed to sleep. You did the last shift," she reminded him. Her cheeks were windblown pink and Harry really couldn't stay mad at her because she was adorable. "Y'shouldn't be doing any shifts," he grumbled and pulled the shovel from her. There were only a few inches of snow on the driveway (maybe double because she had already brushed their cars off). She rolled her pretty eyes and moved to grab another shovel. Harry shook his head. "Go inside and make us hot chocolate," he ordered and pushed her bundled body toward the house. "Harry I am more than capable—" "I don't care if you're capable," he shook his head. She sighed. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I really helped a lot at home and... when..." She trailed off and Harry nodded. He pressed his lips to her cold face, just to the right of her eye. "M'sure. Go in, please, kitten," he coaxed gently and started shoveling. "Thanks for doing the steps," he smirked as she stamped her boots off on the cleared path she made. "Thanks for doing the rest," she smiled sweetly as she made her way through the door.

Neighbors - Harry thought it was awfully quiet. He had his headphones in working at the kitchen table as he always did but even still it was quieter than he expected. He stepped away from the table and looked out the main window. "Oh for fuck's sake," he growled and hurried to put his winter clothes on. His boots were hardly tied. "What are you doing?" He snapped. "Mumma made me a hill," Rory said pulling his tube up the top of the hill she made that backed against the front of their house. Harry's car was out front on the side walk blocking the possibility of Rory sliding into the street. Not that anyone was driving, but safety first was important. "Mm," he hummed and looked at the woman in the driveway pushing snow around. "I figured you were working and this was easier to keep Rory quiet and I was just standing here," she shrugged. Harry sighed heavily shaking his head. "Go inside, kitten," he tilted his head to the house. "Harry, really I don't mind—" "Rory, will y'help me shovel for Mumma?" He asked. "I'll buy you a new game," he offered. "Harry!" Rory abandoned his tube and ran as best he could in the deep snow as soon as he realized there was a bribe involved. She rolled her eyes. "Mumma, can we have hot cocoa?" Rory asked. "Brilliant idea, Rory. Can we Mumma?" Harry batted his eyelashes at her. "It tastes better when you make it," he smirked. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Yeah, I'll go make it." "Say thank you, Mumma," he reminded Rory and handed him a shovel. He was still too little to do a lot of the hard work, but Harry knew he'd do his best to help anyway. "Thank you Mumma, this is the best snow day ever!" He shouted and hurried to the middle of the driveway to shovel his path. "Thank you Mumma," Harry winked and kissed her forehead. "Go get warm for me," he winked. She rolled her eyes again as he smacked her butt as she turned to walk back into the house. Perhaps she would have protested more but she felt quite warm around Harry—especially insinuating to keep warm for him.

Dolcezza - "She's probably taking a nap," Niall offered to Harry after his seventh unanswered message to her. Antonio suggested that since Harry was right upstairs and Niall was sleeping on the couch, maybe the pair of them would consider cooking for the truck drivers and first responders who were out and about in the snow. It was a good idea and seemed like a better plan than letting all their food go to waste from not being cooked. I would love some garlic bread. But they came down early and started cooking. He had more egglplant parm set aside to go back upstairs than any one human could possibly eat, but Harry knew she would freeze it if necessary. "Mm," Harry hummed. "S'jus' weird." Niall shrugged. The front door opened with a bell from a Christmas decoration so they could hear if someone came in. "Hello!?" Called from the front. "Come to the bar!" Niall shouted. "Don't have to tell me twice," the man's voice chuckled. Harry smirked. "I'm so pleased you guys are open," he took a seat at the bar and Niall grabbed him a glass of water then he blinked at the window. "Oh... uh... Harry," Niall smirked. "I found her," he laughed. Harry was going to kill her. "Found who?" He asked and brought a plate of chicken parm to the officer at the bar. His eyes found the window. "She's not fucking shoveling." "Oh yeah," the officer grabbed a rolled napkin of silverware and started to dig in. "I asked if she wanted help but she said she was almost done. You should see the path in the alley I can't believe she did it—" His voice disappeared into the background along with Niall's laughter. Harry marched to the front door and yanked it out of the way the bell slamming against the glass. "Principessa!" He snapped. She looked up startled, slipped a bit and caught herself on the shovel. "Hi," she smiled sheepishly. "What the fuck are you doing?" Oops she thought. He's way madder than I thought he'd be. "Um... I was just helping because I thought--" He pulled the shovel from her and yanked her toward the door. "Inside," he helped her up as she skidded slightly on the sidewalk and the slippery spots. "Hi Tesorino," Niall called. "I have garlic bread up the wazoo for you," he offered. "How's the weather?" "It's really not that bad—" "Shush," Harry helped tug her jacket off an hung it on the back of the closest chair to the door. "Princesses don't shovel," he grumbled and kissed her temple before he ushered her further inside. "I told you he'd be mad," she whispered to the officer as she took a seat beside him. Harry rolled his eyes and headed back in the kitchen to get her food. "Napping my ass, Niall." "Well, I suppose to be fair, we probably should have known." Harry shook his head grabbing garlic bread for her.

Ding - "Cupcake," Harry started. "Please stop putting on clothes," he begged. He supposed, to be fair, it was his favorite thing to beg of her—but this wasn’t the same situation when that normally happened. "Y'don't need t'help." "Harry I've always helped. I don't want you to hurt yourself—" "M'not going t'get hurt. S'a great workout for m'arms. I promise." "You don't need an arm work out," she grumbled quietly and her cheeks flushed slightly. He chuckled and cupped her face so he could kiss the center of her forehead. "Go make us something sweet," he suggested and steered her toward the kitchen. She sighed. "Harry I really just want to help." "You'll help by making something sweet after all the shoveling." She sighed, "Harry," she whined again. "Cupcake, please," he stuffed his feet into his boots. She looked so cute with a scarf and a pompom hat atop her head. Harry thought about letting her go out just because she would be cute to look at while he shoveled but he didn’t want her to freeze. “I don’t want you to work too hard,” she frowned. “Do you think m’weak suddenly?” He smirked as he tied his laces. She shook her head. “Harry, please, we’ll have to shovel out my shop too and—” “There is no we this time, Cupcake,” he smiled. “S’all me. Maybe Niall and Louis will help by then.” “Harry,” she whined. “Shh,” he cupped the back of her head and kissed her softly on the lips. She tasted like sugar and cinnamon. “I’ll jus’ be a little bit. Maybe an hour at most.” She frowned. “An hour?” “Repeating me again?” he winked and kissed the tip of her nose. “Jus’ make the cupcakes, Cupcake. And if y’only have an apron on when I come back in, I promise I’ll warm right up.”

Most (thank you @monicaalexandraaaa for the idea! 🤭) – Harry had set up everything before he left so she’d be okay. The generator was plugged into the electrical panel, he’d laid ice melt on the steps, and he sealed up the windows to keep the cold out.  He hated he had to work during the storm, and he insisted she was to not shovel under any circumstance. She was to stay warm and cozy on the sofa and just try to stay occupied. There had been so many calls, so many issues and he was exhausted by hour three of his shift. It was looking like his regular shift was going to be extended anyway. There was no way he could leave the squad in shambles like this with the extent of the storm damage. He didn’t have time to call and check on her yet. Hope you’re doing okay, love you most 💕 her last message read. He hoped she was sleeping still because he assumed she turned off the generator the way he suggested at night and bundled up warm. “You could just ask the police if they can drive by,” Steve reminded him as Harry tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. “Or anyone really. If someone’s near by I’m sure they’d be happy to check on the house,” he shrugged. Harry pursed his lips and pulled the receiver from it’s cradle toward his mouth as he drove along to their next call. “If anyone is in the area of Hemlock, can y’check on m’fiancée?” He asked. “We can check on someone else if we’re nearby.” A female voice answered and Harry didn’t recognize it so it must be someone from the police department. “Oh my Gosh that’s cute,” she cooed. Harry felt his face warm and Steve chuckled at him. “We’re right near Hemlock now,” another officer stated. Harry breathed out in relief and put the receiver back. They headed to the next call they got. A carbon monoxide alarm going off again due to blockage. It sucked to have the family with no power open their windows and doors but it was better than more risk to their health. Steve and harry offered to drive them to the shelter at the local high school. Harry sighed heavily as they got back in the truck to document and get ready for the next call. He picked up his phone and had a text from an unknown number. He opened it and found his pretty, rosy-cheeked, smiley angel in the foreground of a picture with the two officers that were with her. They were sipping from mugs of hot chocolate. Found her shoveling. Said she left her phone inside. He rolled his eyes and picked up the receiver again. “Are you guys still at Hemlock?” “We don’t want to leave,” one of the officers chuckled at the same time he heard a Hi Baby in the background. “Stop shoveling!” He said into the walkie-talkie again. “You don’t have to send first responders to check on me,” her voice was clearer over the receiver. “I told you not to shovel.” “Harry you can’t come home from this disaster and shovel us too. You’re a superhero but you don’t have to be one all the time.” He knew others could hear them being mushy on the channel and he sighed. “Also, if anyone wants hot chocolate or hot coffee in the area feel free to swing on by,” she offered. “And if someone could bring more gas for the generator, so I can hold up that bargain, that I would appreciate,” she practically giggled. “Officers, please handcuff her inside the house,” he begged. There was a litany of laughter over the channel and Harry shook his head. “Guess she’s fine,” he grumbled to Steve. He smirked. “You’ve got a good one Harry.” He smiled unable to stay mad for too long. “I really do.”

Honey –  “Smelly baby,” Harry sang as he changed Cece in her room. He tickled her little belly as she giggled at Harry’s words. “Smelly, smelly baby,” he cooed and kissed her little round cheek. He was glad the power hadn’t gone out mostly for Cece’s sake. He and Miss Honey didn’t mind power outages one bit—in fact, that’s where some of his favorite memories resided. Maybe he was hoping the power would go out a little. Just so maybe they could reenact a few things from their powerless game night once Cece went to sleep… Harry smirked to himself as he finished changing his daughter. “Mama,” Cece cooed. “We’ll go find her in one minute Ce,” he nodded and put powder on the little one so she would get a rash. He pulled the fleecey-soft onesie back on and zipped it from her foot to her chest. He kissed her little face twenty times, making her giggle and then he scooped her up against him. “Let’s go find, Mama,” he kissed her hair that smelled like baby. But as he exited her room he heard the front door shut hard. He felt his eyebrows pull forward and he hurried a little faster to the living room and saw her bundled up and starting to shovel their driveway. “Oh, for God’s sake,” he growled. He settled Cece in her playpen, grabbed her a bottle and then the baby monitor from her room so it could keep an eye on her. He grabbed the half for him from his bedroom and slipped it in his pocket. “M’gonna spank Mama, Cece,” he warned and started to bundle up as quickly as he could. She giggled playing with her toys and sipping the water he gave her.  “Kitten!” He shouted from the front door and pulled it close. Cece didn’t even care that she was inside the house as he monitored on the little screen. She just played by herself, perfectly content. “Hi Harry,” she waved innocently. He marched over to her and shook his head. “I can’t wait until Cece goes to bed,” he warned. She giggled and looked up at him with cute pink cheeks. “Oh?” She peeked at the monitor to see Cece playing sweetly alone inside. “What are you doing out here?” “Just… helping.” “You don’t shovel, Miss Honey. Never,” he pulled the shovel from her grip. He turned her by her shoulders, tucked the monitor into her pocket, and pushed her toward the front door. “I can jus’ hire someone,” he reminded her. “I know but I’m able-bodied and—” “No,” he shook his head and opened the door. “Go play with our daughter and enjoy while it lasts that your pretty bum doesn’t hurt,” he warned. “Daddy is bossy, Cece,” she said knowingly. “Don’t call me that,” he grumbled feeling the effects of her nickname push against seven layers of clothing. She giggled as Harry closed his girls safely back inside.

Pucking Rookie – Harry was used to cold. Unfortunately so was his pretty bunny. They were snuggled in the blankets where it was downright toasty. But if he pulled back the covers it would be freezing. Even for half a second. But she did it anyway. “Where are you going?” He grumbled grabbing her arm before she moved too far. “My dad reminded me to let the water drip so the pipes don’t burst,” she murmured and leaned over to kiss his face. He frowned and released her arm. “Come back quick, you’re letting the heat out.” “Take your clothes off, maybe you need more body heat,” she suggested. “Take your clothes off,” he grumbled rolled over to her side of the bed so he could smell her perfume that was fully embedded in her pillow. “When I come back,” she winked. “I love you Rookie,” he sighed dreamily. She giggled and headed to the kitchen and Harry anticipated she’d be back in a minute. But instead, it was several minutes and Harry blinked in surprise. Normally Harry slept with very little clothing on, but now he was wearing pants and a shirt to keep the warmth in but he still felt how icy the floor was through the socks he put on before bed. The sun was shining and the sky was blue after what felt like days of gray skies. He headed to the kitchen and found it silent except for the drip she left going. Was she naked in the living room? It was freezing out there, there was no way the could produce that much body heat that quickly to make sex worth it. The bedroom was already warm and cozy. He’d have to start the fireplace or something to make it worth fucking her in front of the window with a snow drift halfway up the main window. Harry blinked and looked out at his back deck and swore he was imagining it but there she was, holding a rake above her head, her hand covering the top of her eyes to block the sun. “Rookie!” He shouted. She must have heard him through the glass because she looked in the window and waved innocently and went back to trying to attack the roof with the rake in her hand. “What are you doing?” He pulled the door open. There was a deep footprint (more like a leg print) of where she had managed her way outside. How long was he laying in bed? It wasn’t that long. God she moved fast. “My dad reminded me about ice dams,” she shrugged like this was normal. “Rookie, get inside right now,” he ordered. “I’ll buy a new roof—a new house, what are you doing?!” He rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s too cold to play in the snow. I’ll hire someone, get in here.” “Just let me—” An avalanche of snow dropped from the roof and she darted back just before she got completely buried. “Of for the love of—” Harry hurried to put on his snow gear and she clawed her way out of the snow pile she fell into. Harry hopped over her path and pulled her up from her half laying position. “Okay, roof is taken care of,” he stated and pulled her toward him. “You’re ridiculous bunny,” he shook his head as her teeth chattered. He shoved her inside and stripped her wet snowy clothes off and then his just as quickly. He slammed his door shut and scooped her up and brought her back to the bed. “Happy?” He asked rhetorically. She blushed. “Sorry, baby,” she frowned. “S’okay,” he pulled her close, tucked her cold body into him. He kissed the top of her head. “Once you’re warmed up, we’ll try that body heat thing you said,” he murmured into her hair. She giggled and nodded against his chest. “Sounds good to me.”

Under Construction – House is all set. Morgan’s fine. She breathed a sigh of relief that her mess of a real estate investment was okay in the storm. Her tenant was fine. Harry shoveled and used the snow blower on the driveway and she wasn’t a bad landlord. Come home soon. Harry was out plowing a bit as Under Construction had several trucks that helped out in town. It was mostly residential and parking lots. He’d been gone for nearly twenty-four hours. She vaguely heard him come in and out for a four-hour nap. She was making soup for when he got home. Something warm and hearty. Soon as I can bird. I miss you. I miss you too, be safe 💕She gave the crockpot another stir, and looked out the front window. The snow stopped and Harry let her park in the garage and his truck was pushed to the side. Their driveway wasn’t as full of snow as their neighbors. She was sure Harry did it in the dead of night with the company plow. It would help pass the time. She frowned, put her snow pants and boots on and bundled up with gloves, hats, and a scarf. She felt like Ralphie’s brother in A Christmas Story. She grabbed the shovel just inside the door and opened it to the cold. She went about her way trudging a path to the driveway. The last thing she wanted Harry to do was to shovel them out when he got home. She worked diligently for a while until someone beeped at her from the road. She looked up to see an Under Construction truck with a plow at the end. She gave a wave and headed to the end of the driveway. Naturally it was Niall. “Hi Miss Bee,” he chuckled. “Enjoying your snow day?” She nodded. “I have soup inside if you want some.” “I might take some to go,” he nodded. “I was in the neighborhood. I was going to plow the drive out, per Harry. But you’re doing a tremendous job on your own. But you know he’ll be pissed, right?” He smirked. She shrugged. “He shouldn’t have to do it when he gets home.” His grin brightened. “He’s so lucky to have you,” he winked. “Get out of the way because he’ll kill me too. Go grab me a bowl of soup to go,” he suggested. She sighed, headed inside and grabbed a bowl to go. When she returned Niall was outside his truck, shoveling a bit of the edge near the mailbox and fire hydrant areas. “Niall, I know you’re exhausted but can you do my parents’ driveway?” She asked. “Already been there, darling. Harry gave us all someone extra on our route. Got Louis and Eleanor too,” he winked. Her heart fluttered. “You’re not going to tell him I’m out here, right?” He chuckled. “Sorry, Miss Bee. I was on the phone with him when I drove by.” She frowned. “Fuck.” “I told him you did less than half,” he assured her. Even though it was at least half. Maybe a bit more. “Go inside and get warm,” he suggested. “Be careful,” she warned. “I will. Thank you for the soup, it smells incredible.” He no sooner drove away than another truck pulled up behind him. This time the truck shut off and Harry climbed out. “Hi, bird,” he smiled tiredly. “Hi baby,” she grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the house. “I made soup,” she said and began unzipping him and herself. She helped him out of his booths and left everything in a heap at the entryway. “M’mad y’shoveled,” he mumbled. “But m’too tired t’stay mad,” he explained. “Good,” she giggled. “Come eat and then we’ll snuggle for a while.” “Y’might have t’feed me,” he warned. “Happy to,” she kissed his hand and situated him at his kitchen island while she got him a bowl of soup. “Smells good, bird.” She rubbed her thumb along his jaw and kissed him softly. “Mm,” he sighed. “Tastes good too,” he murmured. She giggled. “Thanks baby.”

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