Best friends. A fake relationship. One weekend in Edinburghâand maybe a shot at something real.
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The soft hum of the evening surrounded them as they sat on Harryâs plush couch, nestled in the heart of his spacious home. The minimalist decor of his living room reflected the careful balance between his hectic life in the spotlight and his need for peace. His house, though large, was warm, with low lighting that gave it a cozy, intimate feel. The air was thick with the scent of the coffee table candles heâd lit earlierânotes of sandalwood and something sweet.
Harry sat next to Y/N, his body half-turned toward her as he read a book, legs tucked beneath him like a cat seeking comfort. There was a distinct softness about him when he was in his own space, away from the flashing cameras and curious eyes of the public. His hair, dark and messy, tumbled over his forehead, catching in the dim light, giving him a boyish charm that contrasted sharply with his usual confident and polished public persona.
He wore a simple white t-shirt, the fabric clinging loosely to his lean frame. His broad shoulders spoke of strength, but his posture, slightly hunched as he leaned into his book, gave off an air of vulnerability. His long fingers traced the edges of the pages absentmindedly, and now and then, his green eyes flicked up from the book, studying Y/N with a kind of quiet amusement, like he was aware of the unspoken understanding that lay between them.
Harry had always been attentive, almost in a way that felt second nature, as though he knew more about her moods than she did. There was something undeniably magnetic about himâhis laugh was a little softer here, his voice a touch lower. His fame could never overshadow the gentle heart he showed her when they were alone.
Y/Nâs eyes hovered over the same paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time. The words blurred together, the meaning lost as her mind wandered to the man sitting beside her. She was supposed to be reading a novel on leadershipâsomething meant to inspire her as she navigated her demanding corporate jobâbut her thoughts kept drifting back to him. It was ironic, really. The book talked about control and decisiveness, yet here she was, lost in the one thing she couldnât control: her feelings for Harry.
She had always found him attractive. Noâmore than attractive. Beautiful in the kind of way that felt effortless. His messy hair, the way his lips quirked into a half-smile, those green eyes that seemed to see straight through her⌠It all added up to someone she could never quite believe was real. Heâd always been larger than life to her, even before the fame. Back when they were younger, when they were just two young adults with dreams and no idea where life would take them.
But then, his life had soared into stardom, and hers had stayed grounded in the corporate world. He became Harry Stylesâthe Harry Stylesâand she remained his best friend, hidden away from the glamour of his world. She had watched as women swooned over him, throwing themselves at his feet, and she had silently swallowed her feelings. She knew she could never compete. He was out of her league, in every possible way.
And yet, sitting here next to him, as close as they were, it was impossible not to be reminded of just how deep her feelings for him ran. His presence had always had this effect on her, an electric undercurrent that made her skin tingle and her heart pound just a little harder. She stole a glance at him over the top of her book. He was engrossed in whatever he was reading, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in her mind.
Thatâs what made it all so painfulâhe would never see her that way. She was just Y/N, his best mate, his confidant. The one person who was always there, but never the one he looked at with desire. She felt a knot tighten in her chest as she allowed herself, for just a moment, to imagine what it would be like if things were different. If she were someone else. If he saw her the way she saw him.
As if sensing her gaze, Harry suddenly looked up, catching her in the act. His lips twitched into a small, knowing smile, and he set his book down on the coffee table.
âWhatâs going on in that head of yours?â he asked, his voice low, breaking the silence between them. His eyes locked onto hers, and the way he studied her made her feel exposed, as though he could read her thoughts without her saying a word. âYouâve been staring at that same page for ages.â
Y/N quickly dropped her gaze, closing the book to avoid his probing eyes. âItâs nothing,â she mumbled, though the heat rising to her cheeks gave her away.
He tilted his head, not buying it for a second. âCome on,â he coaxed, a teasing edge to his voice. âSpill it. I know you. Youâve got that look.â
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to laugh it off. âWhat look?â
âThe one where youâre overthinking everything,â he said, leaning back against the couch, still watching her closely. His gaze softened. âTalk to me, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â
Y/Nâs breath hitched in her throat as Harryâs green eyes bore into hers, his expression filled with gentle concern. She had always struggled to lie to him. Whenever he looked at her like that, like he truly cared, she felt like he could see right through her. The panic rose quickly, threatening to bubble over, and she knew she had to say somethingâanythingâto steer the conversation away from the thoughts that were tangled up in her mind.
She blurted out the first thing that came to her. âMy cousinâs getting married.â
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. âWhich cousin?â
Y/N let out a long sigh, glad for the distraction, though the topic sheâd chosen wasnât much better. âThe worst one. Out of the three, I mean. You know, the one whoâs always got something to say about everything. Perfect life, perfect fiancĂŠ, perfect job⌠perfect everything.â
Harryâs expression softened into one of amused sympathy. He knew exactly the kind of family pressure Y/N was talking about. He stretched out his legs, making himself more comfortable, as if settling in for a story. âAh, her. That sounds like fun,â he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her as she faced him. âItâs not just her. Itâs the whole family. Theyâre all so excited, and for some reason, theyâre all hell-bent on me bringing a date.â She threw her hands up in frustration. âI donât even have a boyfriend, but everyone keeps asking if Iâm bringing someone. Theyâre already assuming Iâm going to show up with a âplus one,â and I just⌠I donât want to deal with the humiliation of telling them Iâm still single. Again.â
Harryâs brow furrowed slightly as he listened, a small frown tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her thoughtfully. âY/N, you donât owe anyone an explanation. If you donât want to bring someone, then donât. Your familyâs expectations shouldnât dictate your happiness.â
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. âI know, but itâs just⌠hard. Itâs like they see me as incomplete because I donât have someone.â She let out a bitter laugh. âThey donât understand that Iâm happy with my life. But at a wedding, itâs like a flashing neon sign that Iâm alone.â
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. âI know, but itâs just⌠hard. Itâs like they see me as incomplete because I donât have someone.â She let out a bitter laugh. âThey donât understand that Iâm happy with my life. But at a wedding, itâs like a flashing neon sign that Iâm alone.â
The room fell silent for a moment as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze softening even further. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then paused, seemingly deep in thought.
Y/N bit her lip, realizing she was rambling, but it was easier to talk about this than the real issue she was trying to avoid. And with Harry sitting so close, his concern for her so palpable, it made her feel even more off-balance. Every time he cared, every time he listened so intently, it reminded her of how much she longed for something more than just friendship.
But that wasnât an option. Not with him. So, she buried it all under the wedding invitation and the pressures from her family, hoping it would be enough to keep him from asking more.
Harry studied her for a long moment, eyes searching her face like he could sense there was something more she wasnât saying. He tilted his head slightly, lips pressing together in that way he always did when he was thinking hard.
âIs that really why youâre freaking out?â he asked gently, his voice laced with quiet skepticism.
Y/N felt her stomach twist, the question catching her off guard. She hated how easily he could see through her, but she wasnât about to crack. Not when it came to her deeper feelings. So, she nodded quickly, clutching onto the family wedding excuse like a lifeline. âYes, it is. Itâs a big issue, Harry. Every time I visit my family, it just⌠it tears me down a little more. They make me feel like Iâm somehow falling behind because I donât have someone. Itâs exhausting.â
He sighed softly, his eyes softening with sympathy, though there was still a trace of doubt in his gaze. Without saying anything more, he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book again, his fingers absently running along the spine.
For a few minutes, silence fell between them, the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of turning pages the only sounds filling the room. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, heart still racing from the close call. She didnât know what sheâd do if he pushed furtherâif he managed to pry open the lid sheâd been keeping on her feelings. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus on her book, but the words refused to make sense.
Then, just as she was beginning to lose herself in her own anxious thoughts, Harry broke the silence.
âIâve got an easy solution,â he said suddenly, his voice calm and casual, like he hadnât just spent several minutes in contemplative silence. He didnât even look up from his book. âIâll go with you.â
Y/N blinked, his words not quite registering at first. âWhat?â
He glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. âIâll be your date. To the wedding,â he clarified, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. âProblem solved.â
Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to catch up. âYou⌠youâre serious?â She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Harry Styles, her best friendâand secret crushâoffering to be her date to her cousinâs wedding?
âOf course,â he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. âIf itâll make things easier for you, Iâm in. Iâll go, smile for the family, and be the perfect distraction. You wonât have to deal with any awkward questions about being single.â
Y/N stared at him, stunned. He made it sound so simple, like it was no trouble at all. But for her, it was anything but simple. Having him at her side, pretending to be her date, while she tried to keep her feelings under control⌠It sounded like both a dream and a nightmare all at once.
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. âHarry, you donât have toââ
âI want to,â he interrupted, closing his book and turning his full attention to her now. His gaze was steady, sincere. âYouâre my best friend, Y/N. If this is stressing you out, let me help. Iâd be happy to go with you.â
Her heart swelled at his words, warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him being there, by her side, at a time when she felt most vulnerable. But at the same time, the reality of pretendingâof standing next to him, feeling things she shouldnât, knowing it was all just for showâmade her feel dizzy.
âAre you sure?â she asked, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.
Harryâs smile widened into that familiar, mischievous grin. âPositive. And besides, who wouldnât want to show off a date like me?â he teased, his tone light, but his eyes still holding that warm, comforting sincerity.
Y/N couldnât help but laugh, her anxiety easing just a little. Maybe, just maybe, having Harry with her wouldnât be so bad. It might even be the perfect distractionâfrom her family, and from her feelings. If she could keep them in check, that is.
âHeâs going with you?!â Maddieâs voice echoed through the apartment, loud and full of disbelief.
Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the floor in her bedroom, groaned and yelled back, âI know!â
Maddie appeared in the doorway a second later, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. âHarry Stylesâyour best friend and international superstarâis going to a wedding with you. As your date. This is⌠this is insane!â
Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sigh as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. âTrust me, Iâm still trying to process it.â
Maddie crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. âOkay, letâs go over the logistics because this is a lot to unpack. First of all, the wedding is a whole weekend, right?â
âYeah,â Y/N muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. âItâs in Edinburgh, so weâre going up on Friday, staying until Sunday. Two full days of family, dinners, receptions, and a ton of small talk.â
âAnd Harry knows this?â Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
Y/N bit her lip, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. âNo, not exactly.â
Maddieâs eyes widened even further. âWait, so you havenât told him itâs a whole weekend thing? What if he backs out when he realizes itâs not just a one-night event?â
Y/N sat up straighter, her anxiety returning in full force. âI mean, I hope he wonât. He offered so casually, but I didnât get into all the details.â She winced, feeling a bit guilty for not being completely upfront. âItâs just... he said yes so easily, and I didnât want to overwhelm him with everything all at once.â
Maddie shook her head, pacing the room in thought. âOkay, well, youâve got to tell him. Heâs going to need to know what heâs signing up for. The last thing you want is him backing out last minute.â
âI know,â Y/N agreed, sighing. âIâll tell him tomorrow. I just⌠I really hope he doesnât change his mind. Itâs already going to be awkward enough dealing with my family, and having Harry there is the only thing keeping me sane.â
Maddie stopped pacing and turned to her with a mischievous smile. âWell, thereâs something else we need to focus on.â
âWhatâs that?â Y/N asked, dreading the answer.
âYour outfits!â Maddie exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âThis is a wedding weekend in Edinburgh with Harry as your date. You need to look absolutely perfect every single day.â
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. âMaddie, please donât make this into a fashion show. Iâm already freaking out as it is.â
Her roommate crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her, nudging her playfully. âListen, if you want your family to shut up about you being single, youâve got to show up looking like the best version of yourself. And besidesâŚâ She shot her a knowing look. âIt wouldnât hurt for Harry to see you in a new light.â
Y/N peeked up at her through her fingers. âWhat do you mean?â
Maddie grinned. âCome on, Y/N. Youâve had a crush on him for as long as Iâve known you. Maybe this is the chance to finally turn his head, you know? If heâs going to be by your side all weekend, you might as well look stunning while youâre at it.â
Y/Nâs heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. âHarry doesnât see me that way, Mads. Heâs going because heâs a good friend. Thatâs it.â
âMaybe. But maybe not,â Maddie said with a wink. âEither way, weâre going to make sure you look incredible. Now, whereâs that suitcase of yours? Weâve got some planning to do.â
The next day, Y/N stood outside Harryâs house, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. She smiled as she reached for the familiar key in her pocket, the one Harry had given her ages ago. She slipped it into the lock, the click of the door unlocking bringing a sense of comfort. Harryâs house had always felt like a second home to herâsometimes more of a home than her own apartment, if she was honest.
Walking inside, the familiar scent fresh linen greeted her, making her feel instantly at ease. She made her way into the kitchen, glancing around at the cozy space before setting the flowers down on the counter. After a quick search for a vase, she arranged them carefully, letting out a satisfied sigh once they were settled. The bright colors of the flowers added a little warmth to the room, something she liked doing whenever she visited.
âHarry?â she called out, already heading towards the back of the house and into the familiar hallway that led to his bedroom.
âCloset!â his voice echoed, slightly muffled, from somewhere in the bedroom.
She stepped inside, smiling to herself. His bedroom looked like it always didâneatly chaotic, with a mix of designer clothes and random bits of his life scattered about. But one thing caught her eye immediately: his Gucci suitcase, already lying open on the floor, ready to be packed.
Heâs really going through with it, she thought, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her.
As she approached the closet, Harry emerged, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His damp curls clung to his forehead, and water still glistened on his skin. He caught her eye and grinned.
âDidnât hear you come in,â he said, toweling off his hair as he glanced down at the suitcase. âI figured Iâd start getting things ready for this weekend. here we come.â
Y/N chuckled, leaning against the doorway of his closet. âYouâre already ahead of me. I havenât even started packing yet.â
Harry shot her a playful look. âDonât worry, Iâll help you choose your outfits. You know I have opinions.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart lightened by his teasing. But as she looked at himâstanding there so casually, like this whole wedding weekend was no big dealâa knot formed in her chest. It was all starting to feel very real, and the idea of spending an entire weekend with him, pretending he was her date, was starting to feel overwhelming. Still, she couldnât deny how good it felt to be in his presence, the one place where everything seemed a little less complicated.
Y/N lingered by the doorway of Harryâs closet, watching as he continued to dry his hair, the smell of his cologne mixing with the steam from his shower. She glanced again at the Gucci suitcase on the floor, neatly positioned and ready to be packed. A wave of guilt hit her. She hadnât told him everything yetâabout the wedding being an entire weekend event.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight. âSo, uh, Harry⌠thereâs something I need to mention about the wedding.â
Harry raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his grin never faltering. âWhatâs that? Do I need to brush up on my dance moves?â
She let out a small laugh, then bit her lip. âItâs not just the wedding ceremony, you know. Itâs kind of⌠a whole weekend thing.â
He stopped drying his hair, the towel resting on his shoulders as he turned to face her fully. âA whole weekend?â
Y/N nodded, her heart picking up its pace. âYeah. Itâs in Edinburgh, and thereâs a dinner on Friday, the ceremony and reception on Saturday, and a brunch on Sunday. Itâs like⌠a three-day event.â
For a moment, Harry just stared at her, blinking. His eyes searched her face, processing what sheâd just said.
âWait, so itâs a full-on wedding extravaganza?â he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Y/N nodded again, suddenly feeling sheepish. âYeah, I shouldâve mentioned that before. But I didnât want to scare you off.â
Harry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. âScare me off? Y/N, Iâm already committed to this. Youâre not getting rid of me that easily.â He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall beside her. âA weekend in Edinburgh with you? Honestly, that sounds like a good time.â
Y/Nâs eyes flickered with relief, though a part of her was still nervous. âYou sure? I mean, itâs a lotâmy family, the pressure⌠all of it.â
Harry shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. âIâve done crazier things. Plus, Iâm kind of looking forward to charming your family.â His grin widened, eyes sparkling. âSo, when do we leave?â
Y/N smiled, her chest filling with warmth. He really wasnât backing out. He was in this with her, and somehow, the weekend ahead didnât seem so daunting anymore.
Y/N and Harry sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room, plates of Indian takeout spread across the coffee table. The comforting aroma of curry and naan filled the room as they half-watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days playing on the TV. They had seen it a million times, but it never got oldâHarry always laughed at the same parts, and Y/N always teased him for knowing the lines better than she did.
As Y/N scooped up a bite of butter chicken with a piece of naan, she noticed Harry glancing at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. âWhatâs that look for?â
Harry grinned, leaning back against the couch, plate balanced on his lap. âI was just thinking about the wedding.â
âPlease donât remind me,â Y/N groaned, shaking her head. âIâm still processing the fact that youâre actually going.â
âDonât worry, Iâm still all in,â Harry assured her, nudging her playfully. âBut I had a thought⌠Why donât we drive to Edinburgh?â
Y/N blinked, lowering her fork. âDrive? Like, from here to Edinburgh? Thatâs over eight hours, H.â
âExactly!â he said, his eyes lighting up like it was the best idea heâd ever had. âThink about itâif we drive, we have complete control. If things get weird at the wedding, weâll have a getaway car. No waiting around for flights or relying on anyone. We can just leave whenever we want.â
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. âYouâre planning our escape before weâve even arrived?â
He shrugged, popping a piece of naan into his mouth. âI like to be prepared. And besides, itâs not just about the escape plan. Weâd get a proper road trip! Snacks, music, random stops at those little roadside placesâremember the last time we did a long drive?â
Y/N couldnât help but smile at the memory. âYeah, and you made us stop at every service station just to try the food.â
Harryâs grin widened. âExactly! Imagine all the snacks we could packâcrisps, chocolate, samosas. And the musicâoh, the music! Iâll make the ultimate road trip playlist. Weâll sing along the whole way, windows down, no stress.â
Y/N snorted, shaking her head. âYou just want an excuse to sing loudly and off-key, donât you?â
âHey, I have excellent taste in road trip tunes,â he said, pointing a fork at her in mock offense. âBesides, donât you think itâd be fun? Eight hours in the car, just us, no rush.â
She tilted her head, contemplating the idea for a moment. As much as she loved the thought of a carefree road trip with Harry, she was more focused on practicality. âLook, I get it. But itâs just⌠flying is so much quicker. Weâll be there in less than two hours, and we wonât be exhausted by the time we get there. We need our energy for my family and the whole wedding thing.â
Harry leaned back against the couch, pouting playfully. âWhereâs your sense of adventure?â
She looked over at Harry, who was now munching on a piece of naan with an expectant grin on his face. He seemed to sense her change of heart and glanced up, eyebrows raised in question.
âYou know,â Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, âLetâs do it!â.
Harryâs eyes widened in surprise and delight. âReally? Are you serious?â
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. âYeah, why not? It could be fun. And I guess having the car would be good for flexibility. If we need a quick escape or just want to explore a bitâŚâ
Harryâs face lit up with enthusiasm. âRightâ.
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in which, harry and you first met on your first day of secondary school, and since then your lives have always revolved around each other. sheâs been there through everything, his x-factor audition, when the band first rose to fame, when they went on a hiatus and when he made it big as a solo star. they were each others first everythingâs, and that made the whole ordeal just that more special.
September 4th, 2009 â the first meeting.
On the first day of secondary school, your nerves were through the roof. The fact that your hands were shaking was not helping the factor that you knew absolutely no one in this school.
You were absolutely terrified of being late to your classes and having to do the walk of shame towards your desk as everyone stared at you.
Walking down the hallway, you happened to spot a boy with brown curly hair, he was putting something away in his locker and a focused look on his face.
âExcuse me,â You gained his attention as you walked over to him, his snapping over to me. âI was wondering if you happened to know where room 102 was?â
He closed his locker behind him and stood up straighter. ââ yeah I do, Iâm heading there myself in a minute, whatâs your name? MâHarry?â
Relief showered your body knowing that you had found someone to talk to and someone you could walk into class with. âMy names (Y/N)â
âSo are you new here?âhe asked, gripping a hold of his backpack that was over his shoulder, it blended in with your school uniform.
You nodded your head. ââyeah we moved from Liverpool, today's my first day.â
âSo what classes do you have today?â Harry asked as you tried not to bump into students in your way.
You glanced down at the timetable that was in your hands and let out a small groan. âIâve got Math, English, Religious Studies and then Scienceâ
Harry let out a small laugh. ââ Iâve got the same, looks like weâre going to be in the same classesâ
Thank god.
At least you would know someone in your classes through the day and wouldnât have to feel like a loner.
âMaths is definitely my favourite subject,âHarry continued on smiling at the thought of his favourite subject. âWhatâs yours?â
âOh Iâm absolutely terrible at maths,âYou shook your head before pondering an answer to his previous question. ââ I think my favourite subject may be pe.â
As the two of you walked towards the class (more like you following behind him like a little bit of a lost puppy) you continued to chet about your favourite hobbies.
You found out that he was part of a music group named âWhite Eskimoâ and he had even invited you to rage along to one of their practices when you had time.
You found yourself laughing at the little jokes that he seemed to slip into the conversation and you felt a lot more at ease about the school day ahead.
By the time you both arrived at the door of the classroom, you felt your throat go dry upon seeing your Maths teacher Mr.Jones already reaching the class.
Not only had you made yourself late, you had now dragged your new friend down to your depths.
Great.
Harry tried to quietly open the door, hoping not to disturb the class but the teacher had already snapped their head over to see the two of you entering the room.
Mr.Jones raised an eyebrow at Harry. âLate on the first day back?â
Your new friend looked down at the ground slightly. ââMâsorry,Sir.â
The teacher let out a sigh before turning their attention over to you and eyeing you up carefully. âWho's your friend?â
âMy names (Y/N), Iâm new here and Harry helped me get here, itâs my fault weâre late.âI tried to explain to the teacher who just pushed there glasses further up the bridge of there nose.
âWell (Y/N) and Harry, go ahead and take the seats at the back of the class for me.âMr.Jones nodded there head over to the two empty seats you were expected to occupy.
As the two of you sat down in the seats, you pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and felt your face flush a soft shade of pink.
Being late on your first day wasnât so teething you expected to do. But they couldnât really blame you.
You just didnât want to make a bad first impression.
âIâm sorry about making you late.âYou apologised to Harry, as you grabbed a pencil from your pencil case.
Harry waved you off with a reassuring smile. ââ itâs all good.â
As the lesson progressed on you and Harry shared notes about the syllabus you were learning, helping each other with the work as much as you could without the teacher calling you out for speaking.
âThanks for letting me sit next to you, you didnât have to.â you muttered to Harry who was flicking through the textbook.
He smiled at you. ââ honestly, itâs been my pleasure, and canât wait to see where this friendship goes.â
When Harry had invited you round his house on Saturday, you thought absolutely nothing of it.
Since you first started year eleven, you and Harry were quick to become best friends and would often go round each other's houses on the weekend and have a sleepover until Sunday.
When he opened the door after hearing you knock on it, you could instantly pick up on how nervous he was due to the fact his fingers were curled up into a fist.
âHi, H!âyou greeted him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
There was no doubt that over the course of your friendship that you hadnât thought about him in another way.
You spent every school day together since you started and most weekends together as well unless you were doing something with your families.
Harry opened the door a bit more. ââ hey, come on in.â
Once inside, Harry led you out to the back garden seeing as it was a warm summer's day, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Until your eyes landed on the set up.
A picnic had been set up and a red and white chequered blanket was laid out on the greenery. A bowl of fruit in the middle with some sandwiches laid out as well.
âWow..Harry,âyou breathed out. ââ whatâs all this for?â
âI was thinking about Prom and how we werenât too sure about if we should go,âhe explained, sitting down on the blanket with you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. ââ I wanted to ask if you would be my Prom date? I wanted it to be special.â
Did you hear him right?
He wants you to be his prom date?
âReally?âwas all I managed to speak, still trying to wrap my head around his question.
He nodded his head. âIâve been thinking about it for a while, and I canât deny that I like you, weâre friends and going to prom together would be the first step into getting something more.â
Was this way of him saying he liked you?
Holy fucking moly.
âYou like me?â
He smirked at you. ââ isnât that obvious?â
He took a sip of strawberry water from his cup. âSo what do you say? Will you be my prom date?â
You flushed a shade of red making him let out a small laugh. âI would love to be your prom date!â
When Prom night finally came around, your nerves were skyrocketing.
You stood at the top of the stairs after hearing from your mum who was peering out the windows that your prom date had arrived and was eagerly awaiting for your prom dress to get revealed, so that he could like you even more.
You took in a small inhale of air before your heel clad feet started making their way down the stairs, hand holding onto the railing so that you didnât fall and trip, and that was when you saw him.
Harry.
He was wearing a grey suit, with a white crisp shirt underneath as well as a matching grey suit vest and a black bow tie to compliment the outfit even more, his hair was styled the exact same with his unruly curls framing his face and had some black shoes on his feet.
âWow,âHarryâs mouth gaped as he stared at you, ââ you look beautiful!â
You had no idea that you would be matching colours seeing as you hadnât even known what each other was going to wear.
This was complete coincidence.
Your dress was a light grey strapless dress with a long skirt that was layered. There was a sprinkling of light pink flowers embroidered onto the torso of the dress to add the slightest pop of colour.
Your cheeks flushed. âThank you, you donât look too bad yourself.â
Your mother was standing next to your father at the bottom of the stairs as well, a camera was in her hands as Harry came and stood next to you, placing a hand on your hip and bringing you in closer to him.
âThe two of you look lovely.âYour mother complimented as she continued to take photos.
âThanks mom.âYou let out a small groan of embarrassment as Harry let out a small laugh.
Your father clapped Harry on the back as the two of you made your way towards the front door, he was grinning at him. ââ take care of my daughter tonight, Harry.â
âI will Mr. (Y/L/N)âHarry let out a nervous chuckle.
After the two of you had said your goodbyes to your parents, Harry who had just passed his drivers test grabbed his keys out of his pocket and opened your car door for you like a true gentleman.
Once the both of you were in the seats, Harry turned to look at you with a look of fondness. âYou really do look beautiful by the way.â
âAnd you really do look handsome.âYou told him in truth, tucking a curl out of his eyes.
The drive to the venue was one filled with laughter and comfortableness when the two of you arrived at the venue, strobe lights were lining up the exterior as a red carpet was rolled out.
Throughout the entire night, you and Harry continued to dance, moving your bodies and that was when you realised just how charming and considerate Harry really was.
All in all you had a great time together.
As the night drew to a close and prom king and queen was announced, Harry placed a hand on the small of your back as the final slow dance of the evening took place.
âHow would you feel if I took you on a real date sometime?â
Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach felt as if butterflies had taken home there. ââ I would feel privileged.â
âIf you're not ready to do thisâŚ''Harry panted out as you wrapped your arms around his neck from where you were laying underneath him, both of you in nothing but your knickers. ââŚthen we donât have to, Iâm not pressuring you into doing anything.â
âI really want to do this,âyou whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. ââ thereâs no one else I would rather be doing this with, I trust you Harry, baby.â
After your first date, you and Harry had been on five more before he asked you to be his girlfriend and after dating for two months you finally figured out that you were both ready to take the next big step in your relationship.
Harry nodded his head and started leaving kisses down her jaw, and lower down her neck, making you squirm slightly in his grip.
He slowly pulled the waistband of your knickers down from your hips and gradually down your leg making you wish he would simply hurry up.
âGod, you're making me melt over here, babe.â Harry complimented as he took sight of your bare core, glistening and all for him.
He was a virgin also, so that factor made this even more special.
âPlease..please har..Harry.âyou whined, head thrown back as his hand teased at your bud of nerves, he tried not to whine as well at seeing you like this.
Your first time was together.
He was getting you ready for him and that made you even more nervous.
The condom was on his length before you even got a chance to blink.
His length was bulky and there was a large vein leading up to the top of his penis, where a drop of pre cum was starting to form.
Harry laced your fingers together as he slowly entered your soaking core.
It wasnât as painful as you had imagined but it was definitely uncomfortable.
It would take a lot of getting used to.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feeling and knowing that the moisture was all because of him and no one else.
âYou feel so good (Y/N).âHarry groaned as he thrusted in and out of you at a gentle pace.
You reached your hand up and pulled at his curls as moans and groans fell from both of your lips and filled his bedroom.
He kissed you with everything he had, and that was what solidified the deal for you.
You loved him.
Your legs tightened and your stomach copied.
âLet go, sweet girl,âHarry spoke softly, making a tear fall down your cheek at the pleasure you were currently facing. ââ come for me, babe.â
âLet go, let go for me, sweet girl.â A wave of ecstasy rolled over your body as you came undone and felt his lips against your feverish skin.
Harry pressed a kiss to your lips. ââ I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.â
Your pants made it hard to figure things out around you but you had definitely heard what he had said.
He loves you?
Harry Edward Styles really said he loved you.
You let out a small breath. âI love you Harry, I really do.â
Thereâs definitely a right place to say things like this and this was definitely the place.
You tilted your head to the side as you laid down next to Harry on the hammock in his garden, your legs entwined and your head rested on his chest.
You lifted your head up slightly. âWhatâs the news?â
âYou know how you and mum are always saying that Iâve got a good voice?â He asked, running a hand up and down your arm.
You nodded at him as an answer, you did really think that he had a good voice, you would often hear him singing to himself getting changed in the mornings you would sleep over, you would hear him singing you to sleep at night when you were a little bit restless.
He was even part of âWhite Eskimoâ so if he was the frontman of a band then he obviously had a good voice.
âWell I think Iâm going to audition for X-factor.â
You sat up completely, eyes wide as his words registered in your brain.
âYou're going to audition for X-factor?âYou exclaimed, ââ as in the show with Louis Walsh and Dermot O Leary?â
He nodded his head. âIâve been practising non stop, you hear me singing all the time, so it only seems like the right thing to do.â
âIâm really excited for you!â You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek out of pure affection.
âDo you have an idea about what you're going to sing?â You mused, staring at him softly.
âYeah, I want to sing something that really showcases my voice so Iâve been thinking âHey Soul Sisterâ.â
One of your favourite songs.
âThatâs a really good song, H.â you informed him, lacing your fingers together. ââ you're going to do absolutely amazing.â
He hummed. âYou really think so?â
âI know so,â You assured him, the sun shining down on your skin to give it a nice sun kissed glow. ââ and Iâm always here if you ever want help practising.â
He laughed, throwing his head back slightly at your words, you both knew that you were a very bad singer so just the thought of you helping him out seemed funny.
âIâll definitely consider that.â
Over the next few weeks leading up to the audition, you would hear Harry singing every chance he got.
Whether that be in the shower, in the car on the way to school, and sometimes when you stayed over you could swear that you heard him singing in his sleep.
But that only showed his dedication to impress the judges.
It was a warm summerâs evening when Harry approached the front door of your childhood home.
His nerves were high as he raised his fist to knock against the wood, his mind still rehearsing everything that he was about to say to him.
After hearing someone knock against the front door, your father raised his eyebrows and went ahead towards it, opening it up and coming face to face with your boyfriend of nearly three years.
âHello Mr. (Y/L/N)âHarry greeted the man he called a second father and offered him a grin.
Your father and Harry shook hands. ââ Afternoon, Harry.â
You had absolutely no idea that Harry was going round to speak to your father tonight seeing as you were on a girls weekend with a few friends from school, and so Harry thought this would be the best time to speak to him, without you wondering where he was.
The timing was perfect really.
âI came to talk to you about something really important, if thatâs alright with you.âHarry explained, his palms suddenly becoming slightly sweaty.
Your father invited him into the home and they both settled down on the sofas in the living room, Harry began speaking seeing as he couldnât hold it off anymore.
"Mr. (Y/L/N), I know we're young, but I can't imagine my future without your daughter," Harry stated as he sat across from your dad.
"I appreciate your honesty, Harry. But marriage is a big commitment. Are you sure you're ready for that?" Your dad replied, folding his arms.
When Harry was placed as a member of One Direction, he didnât think that his life would change drastically, he had heard stories of boy bands and their girlfriends always having a hard time, but you and Harry were beating all the odds.
The two of you were stronger than ever.
"Yes, sir," Harry answered confidently. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I love her so much and I want to spend the rest of my life making her happy."
Your dad leaned back in his chair, contemplating Harryâs words. "Well, I have to say, I'm impressed with your sincerity. It's not often you see such devotion in young people these days. Alright, I'll give you my blessing."
The singer let out a sigh of relief and a smile spread across his face. "Thank you, sir! I'll do my best to make her happy every day."
As Harry stood up to leave, your dad stopped him. "One more thing, James. Promise me that you'll take care of her. She's my little girl and I love her more than anything in this world."
"I promise, sir," Harry replied, nodding his head earnestly. "I'll always be there for her and do whatever it takes to make her happy."
As Harry left, your dad couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy. He knew that his daughter was in good hands with a man who loved her so deeply.
Coming to the pier was a bit of a last time for you and Harry.
It held a lot of memories for the two of you.
When you would spend the nights round his house on the weekends, you would sneak out of the house and go and spend some time at the arcades at the end of the pier, he even won you a stuffed unicorn once.
You had gone there after prom when he asked you out on a proper date to stare at the stars as they rested in the sky,
After your fifth date, Harry had brought you to the pier and asked if you wanted to be his girlfriend.
You had been on the pier when he told you that he was put in One Direction, you werenât allowed to be at that audition because your parents said that school was more important, you were there when he told you that his life was about to change drastically.
As you and Harry walked along the pier, he held your manicured hand tightly.
âSo how was your day, baby?â You quizzed him, swinging your hands back and forth slightly.
âIt was good,âHarry replied, ââ busy with getting things ready for the tour, but it was good overall.â
You knew how hard he and the rest of the boys were working so that they could get everything ready for the tour they were about to embark on, you were tagging along as well so that you could spend as much time with Harry as possible.
âI can imagine,âyou offered him a small smile. âHowâs all that going?â
âI think itâs going well, to be honest.âhe squeezed your hand as you continued walking down the pier. ââ weâre just working on nailing the set list and then everything should be ready to go.â
As the two of you walked, the topic of conversation shifted from work to your family and then to finally what you both wanted your future to look like.
Over the years you had learned to feel comfortable with speaking to Harry about everything and anything.
âSpeaking of the future,â He spoke, making you glance over at him, your eyes locking. ââ what do you see in our future?â
You had thought about an answer to this question for a while now and contemplated telling him, but now seemed like the appropriate time to say it.
âI definitely see us having a happy, loving life together,âyou began to answer, breathing softly. âMaybe a house, marriage and definitely some kids, youâd be a great dad.â
Harryâs heart swelled after hearing your words. âThat sounds absolutely perfect.â
The two of you gazed out at the moonlit waves crashing below the wooden slats that were holding the pier up.
Finally, you reached the end of the pier where Harry stopped and turned to face you.
"(Y/N), I know we're only young," he began, "but I love you more than anything in this world. These past three years have been the happiest of my life and I can't imagine spending my future with anyone else."
Your heart was pounding as she stared into Harryâs forest green orbs that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.
"H, I love you too," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.
âSweetheart, you're my best friend, actually your more than that, your my whole world, my absolute reason to wake up every morning, youâve been by my side through all the hardships and to say youâve made me a better man would one hundred percent be the understatement of the century.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, trying to regulate your breathing as your ears started ringing as you stared at the man you adored.
Your eyes widened as you watched Harry kneel down on one knee and pull out a small velvet box from his pocket. "(Y/N), will you marry me?"
Marriage.
Harry wanted you to be his wife.
You could barely see him through the tears that were falling from your eyes, but you could make out that he was crying as well.
Tears streamed down your cheeks as you nodded vigorously.
âYes, yes, of course, I will!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Harryâs neck.
Once the two of you broke away from the hug, he slipped the ring from the box onto your finger, both hands shaking from the adrenaline currently coursing through their body.
The two of you embraced tightly, feeling each other's heartbeat as the gentle breeze swirled around you. For you and Harry, this moment felt like the beginning of forever.
You took in a deep breath as you stood at the end of the altar next to your father, your arm linked with his as your other hand held a bouquet of flowers.
When the familiar chords of one of your and Harryâs favourite songs rang out throughout the small registery office that the two of you had decided to get wed at, that was when you realised that this was really happening.
You were getting married.
âAre you ready, sweetheart?â Your father asked you, head tilted to the side.
You took in a hesitant small breath as you nodded at the words your father had just spoken. âHonestly, this is as ready as Iâll ever be.â
He nodded his head at your words before opening the doors to the side of the room, your breath hitched in your throat.
Your groom lifted his head when he heard whispers filling up the room and that was all the clarification he needed to know that you were present.
He hesitantly lifted his head and salt water instantly filled his orbs.
You looked astonishing.
It felt as if it was just the two of you in the room, your eyes remained locked on each other as you got closer and closer, the moment was pure and heartwarming.
Harryâs curls had grown out since your engagement on the pier so they were pushed back by a simple headband, so they didnât block his view of you and he was adorning a suit of black colour, a white frilled shirt underneath as a thin silk black tie hung around his neck.
Your wedding dress was what you had always dreamed your dress would look like on your special day. It was Lacey and hung loosely to your figure in certain areas, flowers embroidered the sleeves and around your collar.
As your heel clad feet came to a stop by your soon to be husband, your father left a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, before taking a seat at the front two next to your mother as well as Harryâs parents and sister.
Your hand slipped into Harryâs and he rubbed soft circles on the back of it to reassure you that everything was going to be okay.
âYou look beautiful, mâlove.âHarry whispered as his own eyes filled with more tears.
The officiant glanced around at the people around you that were gathered in the small room before clearing his throat and beginning to speak.
â(Y/N) and Harry have decided to write their own vows as a declaration of there love for one another as well as there marriage,â the man began, looking down at the notes in his hands.
You and Harry locked gazes with each other and both offered each other a small smile, this was really happening.
âGod, Harry I donât even know where to begin,âyou looked down at the piece of paper in your hand that was filled with your handwriting.
ââ just for this day, I had to Google what the definition of a soulmate was but then I realised I didnât have to. You were the definition. Plain and Simple. When we first met our first conversation was me asking you for directions, but over the past three years of getting to know you and fall continuously in love with you, I have come to known that you have showed me new directions of life, directions I didnât think I would see unless I hadnât of met you. You continue to make me proud and thatâs one of the main reasons I love you.â
You glanced up at him when you had finished reading your vows and watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
Harry turned to look at the small gathering of people you had invited to be here for this special moment, and a wet chuckle fell from his lips. âHow on earth am I supposed to beat that?â
He turned back to look at you, unfolding a piece of paper from his shit pocket and starting to read aloud. ââ My sweet girl, mâlove, when we first started dating, straight from the get go I had promised to cherish you from then on out, from our first meeting you instantly captured my heart, youâve made me a better person, and for that I simply canât thank you enough, your all I ever want and more, I love you and will continue to love you as long as my heart remains beating.â
There was definitely not a dry eye in sight when Harry had finished reading.
â(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do you take Harry Edward Styles to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward?â
âI do.â
âAnd do you Harry Edward Styles take (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward?â
âOf course I bloody do!â
Harryâs best man, his stepfather Robin Twist steps forward from where heâs sat next to Anne, offering both of you the rings.
The ring slipped onto Harryâs finger effortlessly.
His hands worked delicately to slip yours on.
The officiant smiled adoringly. ââ with the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!â
Harry didnât waste a second in bringing his lip balmed lips down against yours, as the taste of strawberry filled your senses, the kiss was one full of tenderness and love.
You looked up from the hospital bed you were currently laying on to see your husband run into the room, his eyes wide as he assessed the situation.
You were laid on the hospital bed, tears falling freely down your cheeks as your mother crouched at your bed side holding your hand and soothing you.
"H..HarryâŚ"You spoke, voice coming out dry and hoarse.
The man rushed to your side, taking a hold of your hand and pushing some of the hair that had dried around your forehead out of your face. "â it's okay sweet girl, it's all okay. I'm here now"
Your mother gulped and looked down at the two of you. "I'll wait outside, give the two of you some space"the older women turned to look at her daughter. "You've got this (Y/N)"
Got what exactly?
Letâs answer that question.
You and Harry never really got to have a proper honeymoon after your wedding, due to the fact he was touring and didnât have enough time to change the plans when they surrounded the band and management.
So almost six months ago, the band had decided to go on a little break near Christmas time so that they could spend the new years at home with their families and so you and Harry went back to holmes chapel.
And on Christmas Eve, the two of you christened the night and an explosion of love was formed.
You got pregnant.
And now, not even near the full term of pregnancy, your waters had broken when you were on a coffee date with your mother, your nerves were heightened especially when you had four months left in your pregnancy.
Once your mother had left the room, you turned to look at your husband, swallowing roughly. "I can't do it Harry..it's too early..they're not gonna make it!"
"Don't think like that, everything's going to be fine, I promise.â and with that he pressed a kiss to your damp cheek, grabbing ahold of your hand and rubbing the back of it softly.
Suddenly, you pinched her eyes shut and let out one of the most ear piercing painful cries Harry had ever heard, his heart beating erratically against his rib cage.
He stood up. "â I'm going to go and get some help alright..i'll be back as soon as possible"
He ran out of the room his wife was in and towards the reception area, his eyes landing on nurses who were sat there talking away. "â I need some help..my wife's having our baby"
You were clutching your stomach when Harry sprinted back into the room and resumed his position next to you, the nurses coming in followed by a doctor all smiling at you in the bed.
"Hi Mrs Styles, my names Dr Armstrong and I'll be helping you deliver your baby today, to make this experience as calm as possible, I'm going to need you to lift up your legs for me so I can check how dilated you are"
"You've got this"Harry whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear.
You hesitated for a few seconds due to the fact the only person that had ever looked between your legs was harry, and the thought of any other man seemed daunting, but after Harry gave you a gentle look you slowly raised your legs up so they were bent on the bed and watched with watery eyes as the doctor slipped some latex gloves on his hand before slowly placing his hands between your legs.
The doctor then pulled his hands back, Harry letting his eyes fall on the blood on the top of the gloves, the doctor muttering a few things to the nurses, who then walked over to the other side of the room and started picking up blankets and towels.
What was happening?
"Mrs Styles, Mr Styles"the doctor cleared his throat. "â this probably isn't what the two of you were expecting but this baby is coming rather fast, and when I say fast I mean very, very fast"
Harry gulped and shook his head. "But she's only five months, surely that's not right"
The doctor smiled at the soon to be father. "That is very soon yes sir, but I have delivered babies much sooner than five months, and if we do everything right and take our time everything should be fine, I assure you"
The words just made your throat go even more dry, like sandpaper upon hearing that you were ten centimetres dilated and was soon going to be having the baby which just sent a sense
of dread to vibrate throughout your body.
"I don't want to do this Harry," You cried. "I don't want to do this..I can't"
Harry stroked a hand through your hair that was sticking to your forehead. "â you can do this sweet girl, I know you can, wouldn't have put our sweet baby in you if I didn't"
You nodded your head with all the energy that you could muster up and sat up a little bit further in the bed, your tight grip on Harryâs hand only getting tighter.
"Okay Mrs Styles, give me a nice gentle push."the doctor instructed, the nurses coming over to be on standby.
The next contraction hits your body and you ground your teeth together as you push, putting all the counter pressure in your hips.
Pushing kind of felt like when you were going to the toilet, only this was much more painful.
Tears continued to slide down your cheeks, Harryâs slightly calloused hands rubbing across her own as his own eyes welled with tears seeing the girl he loved and adored in so much pain.
"That was so good Mrs Styles,"the doctor complimented. "You're doing so well, repeat what you just did for me when your next contraction occurs, okay?"
Harry kissed your temple, just as another contraction ripped through your body, making it feel as though you were on fire.
"I can see the head."
The voices were numb to your ears, seeing as you were too busy focusing on pushing, your teeth were gritted together as your head was tucked down to your chest.
"We're so close to meeting them Sweet girl, so close,"Harry encouraged, looking in the eyes of his wife whose eyes were black.
The usual colour were filled with a pain filled black.
"The next push and you should have your baby, give me a big push Mrs Styles."
You pushed, this one feeling much longer than the others, keeping a white knuckle grip on Harryâs hand.
And that's when you heard it.
A cry filled the room, a literal babies cry.
Your and Harryâs babies cry.
"Is everything okay?"Harry quizzed, not removing his hand from your sweaty grasp.
You watched as the doctor nodded his head, letting his eyes flicker from between the two. "â congratulations Mr and Mrs Styles, you have a beautiful baby boy."
A boy.
You had a son.
A beautiful baby boy who was yourâs forever.
"Would you like some skin to skin contact with your son, Mrs Styles?"Dr Armstrong asked, holding the baby in his arms.
"Yes please."You answered, perhaps a bit too quickly.
The doctor walked forward and gently laid the baby against your bare chest, moving the hospital gown out of the way.
The second your sweet baby boy was placed against your chest, you couldn't help but loud out a few cries.
Sobs even.
It may have been a bit earlier than the two of you expected, but now you simply wouldn't change it for the world.
The Styles were complete.
Harry couldn't help but let a tear fall down his cheeks, not bothering to wipe it away.
This is all he had worked for, and now it was finally here he couldn't be happier.
"Do we have a name?"one of the nurses asked, smiling at the sight of the mother holding the baby.
You locked eyes with Harry. "You tell them sweet boy"
Harry swallowed and nodded his head, not letting his eyes falter from the baby boy attached to his wife's bare chest.
As Harry Styles sat down for his interview, his long hair cascaded down his shoulders as he sat with the rest of the boys on the James Corden Show, a striped shirt hugging his body made of different shades of blue silk, with some black skinny jeans and a pair of chelsea boots.
He greeted James with a warm smile and sat down in the middle of Niall and Louis, he couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been a while since he had spoken to the press, and he knew that they would have a lot of questions for him.
The first few questions were easy enough - how was his music career going? What were his plans for the future? But then, James asked him the question he had been dreading.
A question regarding his son.
Harry couldnât be mad at James, it was his job after all and he knew for a fact that it was bound to come up one day, James was his friends, he wasnât alone in the interview seeing as he was surrounded by his band mates, so he didnât really have a factor to worry about.
"Harry, there have been rumours circulating that you have a son. Can you confirm or deny these rumours?"
Harry took a deep breath and looked directly into the camera. "I can confirm that the rumours are true," he said, his voice steady.
The host raised an eyebrow. "Can you tell us more about your son? How old is he?"
"He's just a baby," Harry replied, not wanting to really give away much about him. "I don't want to get into too many details, but he's the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me."
And it was true.
Just over three weeks ago, little Auggie flew into there lives and made them just that much better than they already were.
The sleepless nights brought the two of you closer,
Nappy changes brought the two of you closer,
And baby sick made the two of you closer.
The interview continued, but Harry's mind was elsewhere. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had just revealed a major secret. What would people think of him now that they knew he was a father?
But when Harry left the studio and checked his phone, he was overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and support from his fans.
They sent him messages telling him how happy they were for him and how much they respected him for being honest.
In the end, Harry realised that being a dad was nothing to be ashamed of - it was something to be proud of. And with his fans by his side, he knew he could handle anything that came his way.
Touring with your husband whilst he completed his last leg of tour was something you would never get over.
Especially now that you had two little munchkins touring with you, it made you think of all the different places the two of them would get to visit at such young ages.
Your little August was weeks away from turning seven and recently you had welcomed a little girl into the family, well not really recently.
A little girl named Margot.
Margot âgigiâ Anne Styles.
Touring was amazing, you got to spend all day surrounded by the people you adored to the end of the earths.
You were currently in Edinburgh.
And the two of you had woken up early due to your teething newborn and decided to head down to the hotel gym whilst it wasnât busy and get in a little workout alongside your husband to try and get your body back to its pre baby shape.
Whilst you got ready and pumped some milk that Margot would be eating later, Harry had taken the kids down to the gym with him and told you to meet him there as that would be easier.
It really was.
As you walked into the gym, your eyes instantly landed on your husband Harry who was on a treadmill, already working up a sweat.
Seeing him working out always seemed to do something to you, and you have no idea why.
Maybe it was because you liked the look of the way the sweat would be rolling down his skin and making it sticky.
Or the way his hair stuck to his temple making him even look more delicious.
Almost ten years of marriage and you still got fireworks erupting your body whenever you were in his presence.
You smiled to yourself as you made your way over to him.
"Hey there good looking," You greeted him with a kiss on the cheek, making him freeze slightly before registering that it was you and smiling softly to himself.
"Hey mâlove," he replied, slowing down the treadmill to join you, he leant over the handles of the machine and leaned down so that you were the same height.
"How's it going?"
"It's good. Iâm knackered, but itâs good,Just trying to keep in shape for our little ones," he said, pointing to your son August, who was playing in the corner and drawing in his notebook, whilst your eight-month-old daughter Margot, who was asleep in her stroller, thumb in her mouth and head pulled to the side.
"I know what you mean. It's crazy how much our lives have changed since we got married," You answered, wiping down the machine before hopping on and starting up on the treadmill with a brisk walk.
"Yeah, it's wild to think about. But I wouldn't change a thing. We have a beautiful family and I'm so proud of everything we've accomplished," he said, glancing over at the kids, a smile involuntarily making its way onto his face.
"Me too," You agreed, adjusting my speed so that you were now in a slow jog. "Sometimes I can't believe we went from being just two kids in love to parents of two."
It really did blow your mind sometimes.
You remember the first time that you met Harry and your nerves skyrocketed. You were new to the school and knew absolutely no one, so when you and him became friends, it was like the two of you were meant to be.
But now, through all the good and the bad, the two of you had made it out on top, through all the hate from his fans, and all the hardships you now had the most perfect family, one that you would be able to cherish for the rest of your life.
"I know, right? But we make it work and we make each other better. And that's all that matters," Harry leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before hopping back into his workout mode, matching your pace on the machine.
The two of you continued to work out, talking about the things you normally would, like what dreams you had during the night and what you wanted to do the day before his tour.
âI was thinking we could take the kids to a cafe for lunch today,â You suggested, taking a break on the machine to take a sip out of your water bottle. ââ I was thinking it would be something different, I donât want the kids to get bored, yâknow?â
Harry pondered the idea for a second before nodding his head. âYeah, sounds like a good idea.â
It wasnât long before you were all heading out for cafe.
It was a warm and sunny afternoon when you l, Harry and the kids approached the cosy little cafe in the heart of the Scottish city.
After your little gym session this morning, you and Harry had both gone back to the hotel room, had some showers and then got yourselves and the kids ready.
Harry was wearing a dark grey t-shirt with some pastel coloured designs on the front of it, blue ripped jeans hugging his legs accessorised with a pair of blue and white chequered vans, a blue cap and his iconic white bug eyed sunglasses over his face.
Harry had gotten Margot ready this morning, as you were in the shower. She was wearing a dark green romper, with a nice white bow headband pushing her curls out of her face, some knee high white socks adorning her feet.
After making sure that August was ready, his outfit consisted of a beige coloured oversized shirt, a cap on his hat so that he could match his daddy and a cap so he could match his daddy, and a pair of black shorts on his legs.
Once all of the kids were ready, it was then your time to get ready for the day. You shifted through the suitcase containing your clothes and decided on a simple outfit. It consisted of a pink oversized jumper paired with a matching pink pair of cycling shorts, some sunglasses and a pair of trainers on your feet.
It seemed like forever until you were all ready to leave the room.
As you made your way inside the cafe, you could see August's eyes light up with excitement as he eyed the pastry display case.
A worker greeted the four of you as you approached the counter, pulling your sunglasses up so that they were resting on the top of your head.
Your little boy turned to look at you with puppy dog eyes. "Mommy, can I have a chocolate croissant?"
"Sure, sweetie,â You nodded your head, adjusting your hands that were resting on the stroller handles as they were getting a bit sweaty. ââ But just one, okay?"
You really didnât want to deal with him having a stomach ache if he ate too many Pan Au Chocolates.
All the food sounded so good.
"I think I'm going to get a sandwich,â Your Husband spoke.
âWhat about you, baby?" Your husband spoke up, looking at the menu that was hung above your heads.
"I'll have a panini, I think,â You told him, turning to look at him and offering him a small smile. âAnd Margot is just going to have some pureed veggies."
You placed our order and then proceeded to sit down at a cosy table by the window, the sun beating through the windows. Little Margot comfortably nestled in her stroller beside you and Harry whilst August sat on the other side of the round table so that he was also next to both of you.
It was filled with small talk whilst you waited for your order to arrive at the table, the Scottish weather really was amazing this time of year.
"Daddy, did you know that I spelt a really big word with Mrs. Addams today?" August piped up, leaning forward in his seat eagerly.
August was coming up to seven so that meant that he would have already started school, but due to the fact you and the kids were touring the world with Harry that means he wasnât able to go to school as much as he would have liked.
So in order for him to continue his studies, you and Harry both agreed that a teacher coming on tour with the two of you would be whatâs best, and so far itâs been really good.
Thereâs been times where Augustâs kicked off about being too tired to learn but Harry being his father just learns that he inherited his stubbornness.
August was definitely a daddyâs boy through and through, in personality and appearance, he definitely had a little bit of separation anxiety when it came to Harry, but that was totally plausible due to the fact he was away for work quite a lot.
When Margot came into the world, she completed your family, she filled a void that the three of you didnât know were missing and made your hearts just that much fuller.
Both children were spitting images of their father, you wouldnât think that you were the one that carried them at all.
They both had his iconic brown curls (Auggieâs were a bit more longer due to the fact he had seen a photo of Harry with long hair and insisted he grow it out.) they had his green eyes that you fell in love with, and had his dimples and bunny teeth.
âReally? That's amazing!â Your husband gushed, reaching forward to fist bump his son with a proud smile on his face. ââ What word did you spell?"
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
"Wow, that's quite a mouthful,âHarry leaned forward to press a kiss against his mini meâs forehead. âI'm proud of you, buddy."
August smiled at his fathers words before you all began to chat about something else.
As the four of you chatted and waited for your food to arrive, Margot began to fuss and squirm in her stroller.
"Looks like someone's getting hungry,â You went to stand up and go to her aid, her veggie purĂŠe that was in the baby bag under the stroller. âLet me get her a bottle."
"I can do it, love,â Harry grabbed a hold of your wrist softly, and stood himself up to approach the stroller âYou stay here and eat. I'll take care of Gigi."
You smiled gratefully at your husband as he took Margot out of her stroller and sat her down on his lap as he started feeding her the purĂŠe you had made this morning in the hotel room while August and you chatted about what he wanted to do for the rest of the day.
As you finished your lunch, Harry chuckled and began to speak, "I don't think I've ever been surrounded by this much cuteness before."
That was true, your kids were the absolute cutest and the two of you werenât biassed at all.
âAnd we wouldn't have it any other way." You sighed contentedly, they were your entire world, without the kids and Harry you're not sure what you would be doing right now.
With full bellies and happy hearts, you gathered your things and headed back out into the bustling city, ready to take on the rest of the day together as a family.
As you left the cafe in Edinburgh, you watched as Harry pushed Margotâs stroller, and held Augustâs hand so that he was close to you. You could see the fans waiting outside, and knew that you had to be careful.
As you made your way to the car, the fans started to call out your husband's name. "We love you, Harry!" they would shout.
You could feel August's grip on your hand tightening. He was scared, and you didn't blame him. You had been going out with Harry for thirteen years and still his fans didnât cease to make you anxious. But you knew that you had to keep moving, to show that August couldnât be scared because he would be scared if you were.
You reached the car, and Harry quickly put Margot in her car seat. August climbed into the back, and I got into the passenger seat, whilst Harry got in the driver's seat. As you drove away, you could see the fans in the rearview mirror, still calling out your husband's name.
"Mommy, why do they want to see daddy?" August asked, you could hear a slight quiver in his voice.
You offered him a gentle smile as you turned back to look at him in the backseat, his hand was holding onto his Sisterâs,"Because he's a very talented singer, Auggie. A lot of people love his music."
August nodded, and you could see that he was starting to relax. You knew that it was going to be a long tour, but you were determined to keep your family safe and happy.
As Harry drove through the streets of Paris, you could feel the excitement building in the air. Harryâs husband's tour was going to be huge, and you
Knew that he was going to be amazing. But you also knew that it was going to be hard on all of you.
"Mommy, can we listen to daddyâs music?" August asked from the backseat.
"Of course, sweet boy," Harry enthusiastically reached forward, turning on the radio. Adore You came on, and I could see August's face light up.
"Your so good," August exclaimed, ââ your the bestest singer in the whole wide world!â He was tapping his foot to the beat.
You and Harry both smiled, You were feeling proud of your husband and his talent. But also knew that being a pop star wasn't easy. There were always fans waiting outside, always paparazzi trying to get a photo.
You and your family arrived back at the hotel, and you quickly got Margot out of her car seat whilst Harry picked August up, although he was almost seven years old almost, he still like a cuddle.
âCan you believe it's been almost ten years since we got married?" You asked Harry as you lifted up his hand to play with the wedding band sitting around his ring finger.
You laid in bed with Harry in Edinburgh, after his show and the two of you were absolutely knackered.
His show was incredible like it always was, he got the crowd going like always and brought a smile on not just your face and the childrenâs faces but every fan's face in the stadium.
He was in everybody's safe space.
You had put the kids to bed earlier and had both shared a shower together before crawling into bed and snuggling up against one another like always.
Harry chuckled and replied, "I know, it feels like yesterday. We were so young and naive back then."
You smiled up at him, shifting on your side and placing a hand on his naked torso (he liked to sleep in just his boxers), "But look at us now, we have a beautiful family and a great life."
Harry nodded his head. "Yeah, we've come a long way. I'm proud of us."
You looked at Harry, "Remember when we used to talk about having kids? We were so scared."
Harry laughed, "Yeah, we were clueless. But now we have August and Margot, and Iâd like to say we're doing just fine."
Parenting was definitely hard at times, but you and Harry always worked together to make sure that everything was going smoothly at all times, you both agreed you didnât want your kids growing up in a household where there was animosity.
You grinned,pecking a kiss to his chest, "August is growing up so fast. He's already six years old."
Where had the time gone?
Where was your itty bitty five pound baby?
"I know, it's crazy,â Harry nodded, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a soft manner. ââAnd Margot is already eight months old. Time really does fly."
You sighed contentedly, "I'm so grateful for you and our family. We've been through so much, but we always come out stronger."
Harry smiled lovingly at you, pressing a soft kiss to your nose, "That's what love does. It makes us stronger."
It was true.
You and Harry always came out stronger when the two of you had a little disagreement, and thatâs what made your relationship worth while.
You and Harry continued talking, reminiscing on your lives, feeling grateful for their life together. You knew that you had both come a long way, but if there was one thing you were looking forward too, it was to see what the future for their family.
"Are you okay?" You asked Harry as you noticed him struggling to keep his eyes open.
Harry shook his head, "I'm just feeling a bit tired today. I didn't get much sleep last night due to Gigi teething and the routings just started to get to me, nothing that a good nights sleep canât fix.â
Yoy looked at Harry with concern, "Why didn't you tell me? Tonight, when the baby monitor goes off, Iâm going to get Margot, I donât care if you insist I sleep, Iâm going, you need to be well rested.â
Harry smiled at you once again, yawning shortly before. "Thank you. But I wanted you to get some rest too. You've been working so hard lately."
You felt touched by Harry's words.
You knew that he was always looking out for you, even when he was struggling himself.
âLetâs try and get some shut eye.â You turned to the left and switched off your lamp on the bedside table before turning back around and snuggling into your husband's chest once again.
This was definitely your favourite sleeping position. His arms made you feel safe, as if no harm could ever come to you or the kids.
âI love you.â Harry spoke, looking down at you and puckering his lips slightly.
âAnd I love you, darling,â You replied, pressing one last goodnight kiss to his lips. ââ from here to eternity?â
tags: Harry x original character, romance, famous!harry, AU, smut, fluff, angst, secret relationship
triggers: mentions of mental health struggles, past pregnancy loss (does not go into detail, only brought up), alcohol use, mature/adult situations, sexual content
excerpt:
[..âItâs one of the most beautiful things Iâve seen.â I licked my lips as I thought about what the number one thing was.
âWhatâs at the top of your list?â She curiously asked.
I let a chuckle come out, only because I had just thought about that. âWell, if Iâm being honest.. you.â
âMe?â She said with a grin, fairly amused by that. âOkay. Sure.â
âIâm serious.â I bit down on my lip.
âYouâre just saying that.â
âIâm not.â I corrected her. âYouâre stunning. If I didnât think so I wouldnât be with you right now. Youâre gorgeous and kind and perfect.â
She shook her head in disbelief. âYou hardly know me.â
âIâve spent enough time with you to know that I adore you.â
âI think youâre crazy, Harry.â She was blushing again, probably overwhelmed by everything I said.
For a second I thought I had went too far, but then I realized that I would have said it anyways. I do adore her. I wouldnât mind spending the rest of my life in this city with her..
She was right. I didnât know her well. I didnât know how many blankets she used at night, or how long she spends lathering her hair in the shower. I didnât know any little things, things that she wouldnât tell me. Like if she hums while she cleans or mumbles nonsense in her sleep. But I wanted to know every little thing. I was striving to get to that point..]
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Most nights, you slept right through til morning. No interruptions, no tossing and turning. You considered yourself extremely lucky, especially given the amount of traveling you do.
Tonight though, your eyes just wouldnât close. To make matters worse, and killing you with jealously, Harry was dead asleep next to you.
Looking at him, and how pretty he was when he slept, you supposed it wasnât all bad insomnia was crawling around inside you. He always looked contented when he was asleep, and never really looked angry or too happy - he just looked like himself.
As you watched the soft cycles of his breath, you noticed the end of his nose twitch a little, his lips moving slightly. Too, his eyelids moved a little bit. Just subtly, but you noticed everything he did.
You remember reading that when a persons face moved like that in sleep, they were likely dreaming. You wondered what someone as consciously exciting as he was conjured up in his mind when he was unconscious. Slowly, just soft enough not to quite touch his skin, you moved a few of the stray curls his sleep has pushed into his eyes.
A small sound left his mouth and you quickly retreated your fingers so as not to put yourself right at the scene of the crime should he wake up.
He quietly said your name, eyes still closed.
You held a hand over your mouth, hiding your laugh.
âWhatâre you doing?â he said, giving a half-assed smile to you.
âYouâre so prettyâ you gushed, his eyes opening narrowly to shoot a glance at you.
âLook whose talkinââ he gravely spoke, pulling you into him, âWhy arenât you asleep, like I was before someone woke me, by the wayâ
You pretend to take great offense, giving an exaggerated gasp.
Settling into his frame, you adjusted your head on his arm. You sighed, getting back to his question.
âI just couldnât, I donât knowâ
âYâworried about something?â
âMm..No I donât think so, just one of those days, I guessâ
âWell, lucky for you, tomorrow is Sunday, which means I doesnât really matter how much yâsleep tonight, since weâve got all day tomorrow to make it up, hm?â
âLike you wonât be out running at the crack of dawnâ
âItâs good for you! How do yâthink I sleep so much?â
You laughed softly, starting to close your eyes.
âIâll take a rest day tomorrow, how about. Jusâ me and you tomorrow, yeah?â he spoke again.
You nodded quickly, then leant your head back into the nape of his neck. You caught his eyes in the dark for a moment, that little iris light making its way through the lack of light.
Just as you had to him moments before, he brushed a few strays from the side of your face as you were killed off to sleep by your quick conversation. Just the light touch made your eyes grow heavy, drunk with sleep.
ââNight, lovieâ he hummed, closing his own eyes shortly after.
âGoodnight, Hâ you returned, flipping over quickly to give a small kiss to his forehead, him already half-asleep again.
You tucked yourself back to where you were before Harry was up, only now much closer to him.
When mere minutes ago, sleep felt ages away, now all it took was a few deep breaths and you were out like a light. Thoughts of the Sunday ahead happily resting on your mind, letting both you and Harry dream well into the morning.
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It was quite funny, actually. All the things you start to notice, start to become more aware of when you're falling in love. Figuring out that you'd do something for someone just because they want to. Or figuring out that you actually don't mind doing the small, otherwise annoying tasks you'd usually put off if you were on your own. That even the most mundane things were actually fun, special even when you were doing them with someone you cared about.
Chapter 19, make me feeling like lightning, is now up!
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Harry and Y/N are too alike for their own good, and unfortunately both have a thing for saying things they don't really mean.
Series Masterlist
Damaged Goods Blurbs:
Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (Blurb)
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Chain Reaction (One Shot)
Summary: 80s!Harry x 80s!OC
Tracy Turner's Valentine's Night couldn't have kicked off any worse... could it be that stumbling into a secret, private club after hours changed the fate of her night?
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Hands (Multi-Part Series)
Summary: Professor!Harry x Student!Y/N
Youâve got a new professor, and an obsession with his handsâŚ
Series Masterpost
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Breaking the Ice (2 Part Series)
Summary: Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N
Itâs no secret that as a figure skater, youâre fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty⌠and your exâs status as a player isnât helping much either.
Part 1
Part 2
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In The Witching Hours (3 Part Series)
Summary: Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU
An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there's a cute, shy wizard around...
Part 1
Part 2
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Cherry From The West (2 Part Series)
Summary: Cowboy!Harry x Saloongirl!OC; Wild West AU
The story of a hopelessly romantic saloon girl, her long lost lover and very, very stubborn horse.
Part 1
Part 2
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Tentmate (One Shot)
Summary: Friends With Benefits
Y/N has always hated camping... until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)
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I Did Something Bad (One Shot)
Summary: Demon!Harry x Demon!Y/N
Harry is a newly born demon who's still learning how to control his killer instincts.
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Poet!Harry Blurb Series
Summary: Poet!Harry x Bookstore!Y/N
Y/N owns a small bookstore and Harry is her chronically sleep-deprived poet lover.
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Poet Harry being a menace in the kitchen (Blurb)
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Summary: CEO!Harry x Employee!Y/N
Y/N is new... and curvy, and Harry is a little too into it.
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Part 2: CEO!Harry still has a crush on his brand-new employee Y/N but now they're talking (Blurb)
Part 3: CEO!Harry is having some very serious bikini problems (Blurb)
Part 4: CEO!Harry and Y/N meet in the office's elevator (Blurb)
Part 5: CEO!Harry and Y/N bump into each other outside the office (Blurb)
Part 6: CEO!Harry throws an office party that ends in a very unexpected way (Blurb)
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Harry and Y/N are cute, kinky and love each other an awful lot.
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Summary: Y/n doesnât singing In front of people, but for harry she does.
Warnings: PURE TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF, mentions of a mothers death (not in detail), lmk If I missed anything!
Word count: 1345
I hope you enjoy! Happy reading! -G <3
You never sing in front of Harry.Â
Itâs not because you think you sound horrible, youâve just always been shy when singing in front of people, and to have your boyfriend, Harry Styles, listening to you is too nerve wracking.Â
 From a young age you knew you loved to sing, always singing along in the car or mumbling lyrics to yourself while doing a task. But never in front of friends, the only person you ever trusted to hear you was your mother. And when she passed away, you never sang in front of anyone again.Â
It always felt like a you and her thing, and you didnât want to take that memory and feeling away by giving it to someone else.Â
But one night Harry sweetly talked you into singing a bit for him, which was very nerve wracking and you were terribly anxious.Â
You both had been laying on the couch in his house, having been watching âThe Notebookâ one of Harryâs favorite rom coms.Â
âAlright,â you sit up, untangling yourself from his arms, âIâll let you pick one song and I'm not singing it all, just a little part and then thatâs all you get.â you tell him, looking at him expectantly.Â
He takes a minute, brows furrowed and his fingers tugging at his pink plump lips, âOk,â he sits up too, grabbing his phone from his pocket and typing away before a piano and guitar instrumental starts to play through the phone speaker and you instantly recognize it.Â
You shoot him a small glare, which he just smirks back at, both of you knowing youâd have to use almost your full range to do this song.Â
âI hate youâ you mumble, sitting up straighter and taking a deep calming breath.Â
âAt Last..â you belt out, nothing like Etta James but that's the thing about music, different people interpret songs in different ways, itâs the beauty of it.Â
âMy Love has come along,Â
My lonely days are over,Â
And life is like a song,Â
Oh yeah, oh yeahâÂ
Harryâs face morphed in awe and shock, his mouth slightly open as his eyes,full of wonder, stare at you, a slow, breathless smile etching itâs way to the corners of his mouth.Â
âAt last,Â
The skies are blue,Â
My heart was wrapped in clover,Â
The night I looked at you.âÂ
You stare right back at him, conveying through your eyes how much you loved him. You gave one small smile before sighing, rubbing your sweaty hands on your thighs, âalright, thatâs all you get. âÂ
âY-Y/n,â he stutters, his face still full of shock, âwhy didnât you tell me you could sing like that? Holy shit, babe, youâre amazing.â Harry lets out a chuckle pulling you to him, kisses you sweetly, pulling back to laugh again in amazement.Â
You blush, shaking your head, âuh thanks, oh look youâre favorite parts coming up,â you bring both of your attentions back to the tv.
âThank you for singing for me baby, I know you donât like it but iâm thankful you trusted me enough to do it, I love you,â he whispers, pulling you into him and kissing your forehead.Â
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A Year Later,Â
This was really happening, you were actually about to record a song.Â
Having been to the studio a thousand times with Harry, you know your way around, it was one of the things Harry made sure to do when you first came with him. He showed you everything in the studio, how the producers work the board and inside the booth.Â
But itâs not the same without him here, it feels off and odd for you to be the one in the booth instead of him.Â
Youâre surprising him though, for your wedding.Â
That still feels weird to say that youâre getting married, but you couldnât be happier.Â
You went to Jeff a few months into planning the wedding with an idea to surprise Harry with a song you could dance your first dance as a married couple too. When you were planning out the songs you wanted to play at the reception, Harry brought up how he thought the first dance song should be âAt Lastâ by Etta James because âwhen you sang it for me that night, thatâs when i knew i wanted to marry you.âÂ
You about died right there by how much you thought your heart would burst with love.Â
So standing here, in a pretty white dress and a wedding band adorning your ring finger as the dj announces Mr & Mrs Styles you couldnât feel happier or more in love with the man by your side.Â
âAlright, alright! Letâs slow it down for the happy coupleâs first dance!â The Dj calls out to the crowd of your close family and friends.Â
Harry takes your hand and slowly leads you to the center of the dance floor, family and friends surrounding you to look on. He looks down at you lovingly, your hand clasped in one of his as the other goes around his neck, you smile up at him, âI have a surprise for you,â you whisper.Â
Harry smirks, quirking a thick eyebrow in interest, âOh yeah? And whatâs that?â he asks.Â
âHere is the first dance, and the lovely Mrs. Styles singing At Last,â the Dj calls out one alst time before the music starts and you and harry start swaying. âWhat does he mean by you singing?â Harry asks just as your voice filters through the speakers.Â
âAt Last..â you belt out, through the speakers, Harry's face one of pure shock as his eyes fill with tears.Â
âMy Love has come along,Â
My lonely days are over,Â
And life is like a song,Â
Oh yeah, oh yeahâÂ
âDarling,â he tries, but canât get out. Your hand comes up to cup his cheek, your thumb swiping away the tear that slid down his smooth cheek.Â
âShh, I love you and I wanted to do this for you,â you tell him, whispering so only the two of you could hear. Your thumb strokes back and forth on his cheek as you smile up at him lovingly, knowing your mother would be happy youâre sharing this part of yourself with harry after so long of keeping it to yourself.Â
You told him a few days later, after you had sung for him for the first time that you used to do it with your mom and you didnât want anything messing with that memory of her. Harry was his supportive self, even saying sorry if he had made you feel pressured to sing for him after he bugged you long enough about it.Â
You just laughed and shook your head, telling him how right it felt to sing, and for him to be there next you as you did it.Â
âAt last,Â
The skies are blue,Â
My heart was wrapped in clover,Â
The night I looked at you.âÂ
Harry pulls you closer, as if that would even be possible, and leans his forehead on yours, eyes connected to yours as you both sway to the sound of your voice.Â
âGod, I love you so much, Y/n,â he breaths out, a small chuckle slipping out like he canât believe what heâs hearing.Â
âI found a dream that I could speak to,
A dream that I can call my own,
I found a thrill to press my cheek to,
A thrill that I've never known oh, yeah, yeahâ
âI love you more, I donât even have words to describe it, H.â Your smile is so wide, matching the one looking back at you, happiness and pure love buzzing around the two of you as the last words of the song belt out of the speakers.Â
âYou smiled, you smiled,
Oh, and then the spell was cast,
And here we are in Heaven,â
Harry spins you, bring you back into his chest as a giggle falls from your mouth, your cheek pressing against his as you both sing the last line of the song,Â