Best friends. A fake relationship. One weekend in Edinburgh—and maybe a shot at something real.
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The soft hum of the evening surrounded them as they sat on Harry’s 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 he’d lit earlier—notes 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 him—his 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/N’s 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 leadership—something meant to inspire her as she navigated her demanding corporate job—but 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 couldn’t control: her feelings for Harry.
She had always found him attractive. No—more 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. He’d 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 Styles—the Harry Styles—and 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.
That’s what made it all so painful—he 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.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” 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. “You’ve been staring at that same page for ages.”
Y/N quickly dropped her gaze, closing the book to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbled, though the heat rising to her cheeks gave her away.
He tilted his head, not buying it for a second. “Come on,” he coaxed, a teasing edge to his voice. “Spill it. I know you. You’ve got that look.”
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to laugh it off. “What look?”
“The one where you’re overthinking everything,” he said, leaning back against the couch, still watching her closely. His gaze softened. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as Harry’s 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 something—anything—to steer the conversation away from the thoughts that were tangled up in her mind.
She blurted out the first thing that came to her. “My cousin’s getting married.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. “Which cousin?”
Y/N let out a long sigh, glad for the distraction, though the topic she’d chosen wasn’t much better. “The worst one. Out of the three, I mean. You know, the one who’s always got something to say about everything. Perfect life, perfect fiancé, perfect job… perfect everything.”
Harry’s 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. “Ah, her. That sounds like fun,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her as she faced him. “It’s not just her. It’s the whole family. They’re all so excited, and for some reason, they’re all hell-bent on me bringing a date.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “I don’t even have a boyfriend, but everyone keeps asking if I’m bringing someone. They’re already assuming I’m going to show up with a ‘plus one,’ and I just… I don’t want to deal with the humiliation of telling them I’m still single. Again.”
Harry’s 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. “Y/N, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. If you don’t want to bring someone, then don’t. Your family’s expectations shouldn’t dictate your happiness.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t saying. He tilted his head slightly, lips pressing together in that way he always did when he was thinking hard.
“Is that really why you’re freaking out?” 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 wasn’t about to crack. Not when it came to her deeper feelings. So, she nodded quickly, clutching onto the family wedding excuse like a lifeline. “Yes, it is. It’s a big issue, Harry. Every time I visit my family, it just… it tears me down a little more. They make me feel like I’m somehow falling behind because I don’t have someone. It’s exhausting.”
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 didn’t know what she’d do if he pushed further—if he managed to pry open the lid she’d 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.
“I’ve got an easy solution,” he said suddenly, his voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just spent several minutes in contemplative silence. He didn’t even look up from his book. “I’ll go with you.”
Y/N blinked, his words not quite registering at first. “What?”
He glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll be your date. To the wedding,” he clarified, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Problem solved.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to catch up. “You… you’re serious?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Harry Styles, her best friend—and secret crush—offering to be her date to her cousin’s wedding?
“Of course,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “If it’ll make things easier for you, I’m in. I’ll go, smile for the family, and be the perfect distraction. You won’t have to deal with any awkward questions about being single.”
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. “Harry, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted, closing his book and turning his full attention to her now. His gaze was steady, sincere. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. If this is stressing you out, let me help. I’d be happy to go with you.”
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 pretending—of standing next to him, feeling things she shouldn’t, knowing it was all just for show—made her feel dizzy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.
Harry’s smile widened into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Positive. And besides, who wouldn’t want to show off a date like me?” he teased, his tone light, but his eyes still holding that warm, comforting sincerity.
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her anxiety easing just a little. Maybe, just maybe, having Harry with her wouldn’t be so bad. It might even be the perfect distraction—from her family, and from her feelings. If she could keep them in check, that is.
“He’s going with you?!” Maddie’s 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, “I know!”
Maddie appeared in the doorway a second later, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Harry Styles—your best friend and international superstar—is going to a wedding with you. As your date. This is… this is insane!”
Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sigh as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Trust me, I’m still trying to process it.”
Maddie crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Okay, let’s go over the logistics because this is a lot to unpack. First of all, the wedding is a whole weekend, right?”
“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “It’s in Edinburgh, so we’re going up on Friday, staying until Sunday. Two full days of family, dinners, receptions, and a ton of small talk.”
“And Harry knows this?” Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
Y/N bit her lip, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “No, not exactly.”
Maddie’s eyes widened even further. “Wait, so you haven’t told him it’s a whole weekend thing? What if he backs out when he realizes it’s not just a one-night event?”
Y/N sat up straighter, her anxiety returning in full force. “I mean, I hope he won’t. He offered so casually, but I didn’t get into all the details.” She winced, feeling a bit guilty for not being completely upfront. “It’s just... he said yes so easily, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him with everything all at once.”
Maddie shook her head, pacing the room in thought. “Okay, well, you’ve got to tell him. He’s going to need to know what he’s signing up for. The last thing you want is him backing out last minute.”
“I know,” Y/N agreed, sighing. “I’ll tell him tomorrow. I just… I really hope he doesn’t change his mind. It’s already going to be awkward enough dealing with my family, and having Harry there is the only thing keeping me sane.”
Maddie stopped pacing and turned to her with a mischievous smile. “Well, there’s something else we need to focus on.”
“What’s that?” Y/N asked, dreading the answer.
“Your outfits!” Maddie exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a wedding weekend in Edinburgh with Harry as your date. You need to look absolutely perfect every single day.”
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Maddie, please don’t make this into a fashion show. I’m already freaking out as it is.”
Her roommate crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her, nudging her playfully. “Listen, if you want your family to shut up about you being single, you’ve got to show up looking like the best version of yourself. And besides…” She shot her a knowing look. “It wouldn’t hurt for Harry to see you in a new light.”
Y/N peeked up at her through her fingers. “What do you mean?”
Maddie grinned. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve had a crush on him for as long as I’ve known you. Maybe this is the chance to finally turn his head, you know? If he’s going to be by your side all weekend, you might as well look stunning while you’re at it.”
Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. “Harry doesn’t see me that way, Mads. He’s going because he’s a good friend. That’s it.”
“Maybe. But maybe not,” Maddie said with a wink. “Either way, we’re going to make sure you look incredible. Now, where’s that suitcase of yours? We’ve got some planning to do.”
The next day, Y/N stood outside Harry’s 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. Harry’s house had always felt like a second home to her—sometimes 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.
“Harry?” she called out, already heading towards the back of the house and into the familiar hallway that led to his bedroom.
“Closet!” his voice echoed, slightly muffled, from somewhere in the bedroom.
She stepped inside, smiling to herself. His bedroom looked like it always did—neatly 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.
He’s 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.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, toweling off his hair as he glanced down at the suitcase. “I figured I’d start getting things ready for this weekend. here we come.”
Y/N chuckled, leaning against the doorway of his closet. “You’re already ahead of me. I haven’t even started packing yet.”
Harry shot her a playful look. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose your outfits. You know I have opinions.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart lightened by his teasing. But as she looked at him—standing there so casually, like this whole wedding weekend was no big deal—a 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 couldn’t 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 Harry’s 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 hadn’t told him everything yet—about the wedding being an entire weekend event.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight. “So, uh, Harry… there’s something I need to mention about the wedding.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his grin never faltering. “What’s that? Do I need to brush up on my dance moves?”
She let out a small laugh, then bit her lip. “It’s not just the wedding ceremony, you know. It’s kind of… a whole weekend thing.”
He stopped drying his hair, the towel resting on his shoulders as he turned to face her fully. “A whole weekend?”
Y/N nodded, her heart picking up its pace. “Yeah. It’s in Edinburgh, and there’s a dinner on Friday, the ceremony and reception on Saturday, and a brunch on Sunday. It’s like… a three-day event.”
For a moment, Harry just stared at her, blinking. His eyes searched her face, processing what she’d just said.
“Wait, so it’s a full-on wedding extravaganza?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Y/N nodded again, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Yeah, I should’ve mentioned that before. But I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Harry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Scare me off? Y/N, I’m already committed to this. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall beside her. “A weekend in Edinburgh with you? Honestly, that sounds like a good time.”
Y/N’s eyes flickered with relief, though a part of her was still nervous. “You sure? I mean, it’s a lot—my family, the pressure… all of it.”
Harry shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’ve done crazier things. Plus, I’m kind of looking forward to charming your family.” His grin widened, eyes sparkling. “So, when do we leave?”
Y/N smiled, her chest filling with warmth. He really wasn’t backing out. He was in this with her, and somehow, the weekend ahead didn’t 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 old—Harry 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. “What’s that look for?”
Harry grinned, leaning back against the couch, plate balanced on his lap. “I was just thinking about the wedding.”
“Please don’t remind me,” Y/N groaned, shaking her head. “I’m still processing the fact that you’re actually going.”
“Don’t worry, I’m still all in,” Harry assured her, nudging her playfully. “But I had a thought… Why don’t we drive to Edinburgh?”
Y/N blinked, lowering her fork. “Drive? Like, from here to Edinburgh? That’s over eight hours, H.”
“Exactly!” he said, his eyes lighting up like it was the best idea he’d ever had. “Think about it—if we drive, we have complete control. If things get weird at the wedding, we’ll have a getaway car. No waiting around for flights or relying on anyone. We can just leave whenever we want.”
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. “You’re planning our escape before we’ve even arrived?”
He shrugged, popping a piece of naan into his mouth. “I like to be prepared. And besides, it’s not just about the escape plan. We’d get a proper road trip! Snacks, music, random stops at those little roadside places—remember the last time we did a long drive?”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Yeah, and you made us stop at every service station just to try the food.”
Harry’s grin widened. “Exactly! Imagine all the snacks we could pack—crisps, chocolate, samosas. And the music—oh, the music! I’ll make the ultimate road trip playlist. We’ll sing along the whole way, windows down, no stress.”
Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You just want an excuse to sing loudly and off-key, don’t you?”
“Hey, I have excellent taste in road trip tunes,” he said, pointing a fork at her in mock offense. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be fun? Eight hours in the car, just us, no rush.”
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. “Look, I get it. But it’s just… flying is so much quicker. We’ll be there in less than two hours, and we won’t be exhausted by the time we get there. We need our energy for my family and the whole wedding thing.”
Harry leaned back against the couch, pouting playfully. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
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.
“You know,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Let’s do it!”.
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Really? Are you serious?”
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, 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 bit…”
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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. she’s 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 everything’s, and that made the whole ordeal just that more special.
September 4th, 2009 — 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.
“Excuse me,” You gained his attention as you walked over to him, his snapping over to me. “I was wondering if you happened to know where room 102 was?”
He closed his locker behind him and stood up straighter. “— yeah I do, I’m heading there myself in a minute, what’s your name? M’Harry?”
Relief showered your body knowing that you had found someone to talk to and someone you could walk into class with. “My names (Y/N)”
“So are you new here?”he asked, gripping a hold of his backpack that was over his shoulder, it blended in with your school uniform.
You nodded your head. “—yeah we moved from Liverpool, today's my first day.”
“So what classes do you have today?” 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. “I’ve got Math, English, Religious Studies and then Science”
Harry let out a small laugh. “— I’ve got the same, looks like we’re going to be in the same classes”
Thank god.
At least you would know someone in your classes through the day and wouldn’t have to feel like a loner.
“Maths is definitely my favourite subject,”Harry continued on smiling at the thought of his favourite subject. “What’s yours?”
“Oh I’m absolutely terrible at maths,”You shook your head before pondering an answer to his previous question. “— I think my favourite subject may be pe.”
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 ‘White Eskimo’ 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. “Late on the first day back?”
Your new friend looked down at the ground slightly. “—M’sorry,Sir.”
The teacher let out a sigh before turning their attention over to you and eyeing you up carefully. “Who's your friend?”
“My names (Y/N), I’m new here and Harry helped me get here, it’s my fault we’re late.”I tried to explain to the teacher who just pushed there glasses further up the bridge of there nose.
“Well (Y/N) and Harry, go ahead and take the seats at the back of the class for me.”Mr.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 wasn’t so teething you expected to do. But they couldn’t really blame you.
You just didn’t want to make a bad first impression.
“I’m sorry about making you late.”You apologised to Harry, as you grabbed a pencil from your pencil case.
Harry waved you off with a reassuring smile. “— it’s all good.”
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.
“Thanks for letting me sit next to you, you didn’t have to.” you muttered to Harry who was flicking through the textbook.
He smiled at you. “— honestly, it’s been my pleasure, and can’t wait to see where this friendship goes.”
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April 2nd, 2010 — Prom.
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.
“Hi, H!”you greeted him, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek.
There was no doubt that over the course of your friendship that you hadn’t 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. “— hey, come on in.”
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.
“Wow..Harry,”you breathed out. “— what’s all this for?”
“I was thinking about Prom and how we weren’t too sure about if we should go,”he explained, sitting down on the blanket with you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “— I wanted to ask if you would be my Prom date? I wanted it to be special.”
Did you hear him right?
He wants you to be his prom date?
“Really?”was all I managed to speak, still trying to wrap my head around his question.
He nodded his head. “I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I can’t deny that I like you, we’re friends and going to prom together would be the first step into getting something more.”
Was this way of him saying he liked you?
Holy fucking moly.
“You like me?”
He smirked at you. “— isn’t that obvious?”
He took a sip of strawberry water from his cup. “So what do you say? Will you be my prom date?”
You flushed a shade of red making him let out a small laugh. “I would love to be your prom date!”
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 didn’t 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.
“Wow,”Harry’s mouth gaped as he stared at you, “— you look beautiful!”
You had no idea that you would be matching colours seeing as you hadn’t 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. “Thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself.”
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.
“The two of you look lovely.”Your mother complimented as she continued to take photos.
“Thanks mom.”You 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. “— take care of my daughter tonight, Harry.”
“I will Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry 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. “You really do look beautiful by the way.”
“And you really do look handsome.”You 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.
“How would you feel if I took you on a real date sometime?”
Your heart skipped a beat and your stomach felt as if butterflies had taken home there. “— I would feel privileged.”
What a great way to end the night.
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June 17th, 2010 — the first time.
“If you're not ready to do this…''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. “…then we don’t have to, I’m not pressuring you into doing anything.”
“I really want to do this,”you whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. “— there’s no one else I would rather be doing this with, I trust you Harry, baby.”
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.
“God, you're making me melt over here, babe.” 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.
“Please..please har..Harry.”you 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 wasn’t 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.
“You feel so good (Y/N).”Harry 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.
“Let go, sweet girl,”Harry spoke softly, making a tear fall down your cheek at the pleasure you were currently facing. “— come for me, babe.”
“Let go, let go for me, sweet girl.” 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. “— I love you (Y/N) I love you so much.”
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. “I love you Harry, I really do.”
There’s definitely a right place to say things like this and this was definitely the place.
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August 6th, 2010 — the news.
“I’ve got some news.”
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. “What’s the news?”
“You know how you and mum are always saying that I’ve got a good voice?” 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 ‘White Eskimo’ so if he was the frontman of a band then he obviously had a good voice.
“Well I think I’m going to audition for X-factor.”
You sat up completely, eyes wide as his words registered in your brain.
“You're going to audition for X-factor?”You exclaimed, “— as in the show with Louis Walsh and Dermot O Leary?”
He nodded his head. “I’ve been practising non stop, you hear me singing all the time, so it only seems like the right thing to do.”
“I’m really excited for you!” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek out of pure affection.
“Do you have an idea about what you're going to sing?” You mused, staring at him softly.
“Yeah, I want to sing something that really showcases my voice so I’ve been thinking ‘Hey Soul Sister’.”
One of your favourite songs.
“That’s a really good song, H.” you informed him, lacing your fingers together. “— you're going to do absolutely amazing.”
He hummed. “You really think so?”
“I know so,” You assured him, the sun shining down on your skin to give it a nice sun kissed glow. “— and I’m always here if you ever want help practising.”
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.
“I’ll definitely consider that.”
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.
And that hard work definitely paid off.
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February 19th, 2013 — gaining permission.
It was a warm summer’s 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.
“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N)”Harry greeted the man he called a second father and offered him a grin.
Your father and Harry shook hands. “— Afternoon, Harry.”
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.
“I came to talk to you about something really important, if that’s alright with you.”Harry 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 Harry’s 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.
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March 1st, 2013 — the pier.
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 weren’t 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.
“So how was your day, baby?” You quizzed him, swinging your hands back and forth slightly.
“It was good,”Harry replied, “— busy with getting things ready for the tour, but it was good overall.”
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.
“I can imagine,”you offered him a small smile. “How’s all that going?”
“I think it’s going well, to be honest.”he squeezed your hand as you continued walking down the pier. “— we’re just working on nailing the set list and then everything should be ready to go.”
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.
“Speaking of the future,” He spoke, making you glance over at him, your eyes locking. “— what do you see in our future?”
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.
“I definitely see us having a happy, loving life together,”you began to answer, breathing softly. “Maybe a house, marriage and definitely some kids, you’d be a great dad.”
Harry’s heart swelled after hearing your words. “That sounds absolutely perfect.”
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 Harry’s forest green orbs that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight.
"H, I love you too," you replied, your voice shaking slightly.
“Sweetheart, you're my best friend, actually your more than that, your my whole world, my absolute reason to wake up every morning, you’ve been by my side through all the hardships and to say you’ve made me a better man would one hundred percent be the understatement of the century.”
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.
“Yes, yes, of course, I will!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around Harry’s 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.
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August, 2014 — I do.
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 Harry’s 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.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” 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. “Honestly, this is as ready as I’ll ever be.”
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.
Harry’s curls had grown out since your engagement on the pier so they were pushed back by a simple headband, so they didn’t 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 Harry’s parents and sister.
Your hand slipped into Harry’s and he rubbed soft circles on the back of it to reassure you that everything was going to be okay.
“You look beautiful, m’love.”Harry 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.
“(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,” 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.
“God, Harry I don’t even know where to begin,”you looked down at the piece of paper in your hand that was filled with your handwriting.
“— just for this day, I had to Google what the definition of a soulmate was but then I realised I didn’t 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 didn’t think I would see unless I hadn’t of met you. You continue to make me proud and that’s one of the main reasons I love you.”
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. “How on earth am I supposed to beat that?”
He turned back to look at you, unfolding a piece of paper from his shit pocket and starting to read aloud. “— My sweet girl, m’love, 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, you’ve made me a better person, and for that I simply can’t 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.”
There was definitely not a dry eye in sight when Harry had finished reading.
“(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?”
“I do.”
“And 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?”
“Of course I bloody do!”
Harry’s best man, his stepfather Robin Twist steps forward from where he’s sat next to Anne, offering both of you the rings.
The ring slipped onto Harry’s finger effortlessly.
His hands worked delicately to slip yours on.
The officiant smiled adoringly. “— with the power invested in me, I now declare you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!”
Harry didn’t 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.
It was all official.
You were now Mrs. (Y/N) Styles.
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June 18th, 2015 — the delivery.
"I'm here!"
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..Harry…"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. "— 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?
Let’s 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 didn’t 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.” 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. "— 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. "— 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. "— 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. "— 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 Harry’s 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, Harry’s 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 Harry’s hand.
And that's when you heard it.
A cry filled the room, a literal babies cry.
Your and Harry’s 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. "— congratulations Mr and Mrs Styles, you have a beautiful baby boy."
A boy.
You had a son.
A beautiful baby boy who was your’s 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.
"August,"he spoke. "— August Harry Styles."
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July 2nd, 2015 — the announcement.
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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t alone in the interview seeing as he was surrounded by his band mates, so he didn’t 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.
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25th May, 2023 — tour life.
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 ‘gigi’ 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 wasn’t 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 m’love," 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. I’m knackered, but it’s 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.
“I was thinking we could take the kids to a cafe for lunch today,” You suggested, taking a break on the machine to take a sip out of your water bottle. “— I was thinking it would be something different, I don’t want the kids to get bored, y’know?”
Harry pondered the idea for a second before nodding his head. “Yeah, sounds like a good idea.”
It wasn’t 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,” You nodded your head, adjusting your hands that were resting on the stroller handles as they were getting a bit sweaty. “— But just one, okay?"
You really didn’t 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,” Your Husband spoke.
“What about you, baby?" Your husband spoke up, looking at the menu that was hung above your heads.
"I'll have a panini, I think,” You told him, turning to look at him and offering him a small smile. “And 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 wasn’t 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 what’s best, and so far it’s been really good.
There’s been times where August’s kicked off about being too tired to learn but Harry being his father just learns that he inherited his stubbornness.
August was definitely a daddy’s 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 didn’t know were missing and made your hearts just that much fuller.
Both children were spitting images of their father, you wouldn’t think that you were the one that carried them at all.
They both had his iconic brown curls (Auggie’s 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.
“Really? That's amazing!” Your husband gushed, reaching forward to fist bump his son with a proud smile on his face. “— What word did you spell?"
"Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!"
"Wow, that's quite a mouthful,”Harry leaned forward to press a kiss against his mini me’s forehead. “I'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,” You went to stand up and go to her aid, her veggie purée that was in the baby bag under the stroller. “Let me get her a bottle."
"I can do it, love,” Harry grabbed a hold of your wrist softly, and stood himself up to approach the stroller “You 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 purée 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 weren’t biassed at all.
“And 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 Margot’s stroller, and held August’s 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 didn’t cease to make you anxious. But you knew that you had to keep moving, to show that August couldn’t 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 Sister’s,"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. Harry’s 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 daddy’s 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, “— your the bestest singer in the whole wide world!” 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.
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May 26th, 2023 — late night talking.
“Can 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 children’s 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 I’d 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 didn’t 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,” Harry nodded, rubbing a hand up and down your back in a soft manner. “—And 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 that’s 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 can’t fix.”
Yoy looked at Harry with concern, "Why didn't you tell me? Tonight, when the baby monitor goes off, I’m going to get Margot, I don’t care if you insist I sleep, I’m going, you need to be well rested.”
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.
“Let’s try and get some shut eye.” 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.
“I love you.” Harry spoke, looking down at you and puckering his lips slightly.
“And I love you, darling,” You replied, pressing one last goodnight kiss to his lips. “— from here to eternity?”
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:
[..“It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen.” I licked my lips as I thought about what the number one thing was.
“What’s at the top of your list?” She curiously asked.
I let a chuckle come out, only because I had just thought about that. “Well, if I’m being honest.. you.”
“Me?” She said with a grin, fairly amused by that. “Okay. Sure.”
“I’m serious.” I bit down on my lip.
“You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.” I corrected her. “You’re stunning. If I didn’t think so I wouldn’t be with you right now. You’re gorgeous and kind and perfect.”
She shook her head in disbelief. “You hardly know me.”
“I’ve spent enough time with you to know that I adore you.”
“I think you’re crazy, Harry.” 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 wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life in this city with her..
She was right. I didn’t know her well. I didn’t know how many blankets she used at night, or how long she spends lathering her hair in the shower. I didn’t know any little things, things that she wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 wasn’t 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.
“What’re you doing?” he said, giving a half-assed smile to you.
“You’re so pretty” you gushed, his eyes opening narrowly to shoot a glance at you.
“Look whose talkin’” he gravely spoke, pulling you into him, “Why aren’t you asleep, like I was before someone woke me, by the way”
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.
“I just couldn’t, I don’t know”
“Y’worried about something?”
“Mm..No I don’t think so, just one of those days, I guess”
“Well, lucky for you, tomorrow is Sunday, which means I doesn’t really matter how much y’sleep tonight, since we’ve got all day tomorrow to make it up, hm?”
“Like you won’t be out running at the crack of dawn”
“It’s good for you! How do y’think I sleep so much?”
You laughed softly, starting to close your eyes.
“I’ll take a rest day tomorrow, how about. Jus’ me and you tomorrow, yeah?” 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.
“‘Night, lovie” he hummed, closing his own eyes shortly after.
“Goodnight, H” 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.
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WARNINGS: angst, age gap, older harry younger y/n, talks of weight, talks of violence, fluff, smut, dominant harry, use of toys, daddy kink, pet names, hickies, dirty talk, ass play, m/f receiving oral. do not read if you are under 18!
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key: (y/b/m)= your brother’s name, (y/m/n)= your mom’s name, (y/d/n) (y/f/n)= your dad/father’s name
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The next day you had a pounding headache, but when you woke up Harry was there with medicine, a glass of water, a hot rag, and plenty of forehead kisses. "Thank you for taking care of me, H."
"Course, baby."
You sat up and forgot about your tattoo, so when you winced, Harry was concerned. "Yeh ok?"
You wanted to keep the tattoo a surprise until the right moment so you brushed it off. "I'm fine. Just sore from… dancing."
"Oh ok."
You chuckled and rubbed your head. "I'm sorry if I… for my actions last night. I get really bad when I have tequila."
"'S alright, m' love. Don't mind taking care of yeh," Harry smiled.
"I know, but I got carried away… I'm having like flashbacks… Did I get on my knees and…?"
Harry chuckled. "Yeah."
"Sorry! Oh God, I'm so embarrassing," you covered your face.
"No yer not. I think yer cute," he said, smirking.
You played with his shirt and hummed. "We can… do it now if you want."
"'S ok baby. Let's go get breakfast," he said, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen.
Harry concocted some smoothie thing that was supposed to be a good remedy for a hangover. It tasted like feet, but it worked like a charm.
Just as you were settling down to watch TV, your phone rang. Harry looked over at you and you picked it up. "It's my mom," you said.
"Well, answer it," he said.
You sighed and nervously put your phone up to your ear. "H-hi, mom. What's up?"
"Hi (Y/N). How are you? How's Harry?" She asked.
"I'm good. H-Harry's fine I suppose," you said, looking over at him and he grabbed your leg and pulled you closer to him. You giggled. "Sorry. What's up?"
"I-I wanted to invite you two to Thanksgiving dinner next week. Anytime after 3. Dinner's at 6," she said.
"Oh." You looked over at Harry and his smile faltered. "Uh, ma-maybe."
Your mom tried to convince you to come and you tried to get words out but she just kept talking.
"What is it?" Harry mouthed.
"Hold on a second," you told your mom.
You covered the speaker on your phone and told him, "My mom wants us to come to Thanksgiving dinner at their house next week."
Being British, Harry never celebrated Thanksgiving until he moved to the states and your parents invited him to it every year.
Harry's eyebrows raised. "Oh."
"Yeah… but we don't have to. It's going to be really awkward and…"
"Tell her yes," he interrupted.
"What?"
"Tell yer mum we'll be there," your boyfriend said.
You raised an eyebrow as you raised your phone back to your ear. "Mom? Hey. Uh. We'll think about it."
"Ok. Well, the invitation is always open (Y/N)," she said.
"Thanks, mom," you said. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.
When you put your phone on the table, you turned around and saw Harry staring at you. "What?"
"Why didn't yeh say 'yes'?"
"Don't you think there will be so much tension?" You asked.
He shrugged. "'M not passin' up yer mum's turkey." Harry moaned while thinking about it. "The best thing I've ever eaten."
You raised an eyebrow and he chuckled. "Well… second to yeh, of course."
You giggled and moved the hair out of his face. He pulled you onto his lap and gave you a peck. "If it gets too bad, we're going. I don't want your pretty face all beat up again."
He chuckled. "I think I'll be fine. Got m' princess by m' side and if ANYONE touches her, oh there will be carnage."
You bit your lip. "I love you."
"I love yeh too."
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The week had flown by and it was already the day before Thanksgiving. Your stomach turned every time you thought about stepping into that house, in front of people who were pissed at you. But Harry assured you that it was going to be fine.
You two had ventured to the store because Harry was insisting on making sweet potato casserole. It was a madhouse, but shopping together made it easier. Despite everything that's happened, you liked that you could go out in public together and not be scared you will bump into anyone you know.
You arrived back at the house and laid out all the ingredients in the kitchen. Apparently, Harry found this recipe online and it was pretty simple to follow.
You both put aprons on and got to work. Harry was a natural in the kitchen and it was turning you on. He was singing some old Beatles song and jiggling his body to the music. You laughed as you smoothed the ingredients into the dish.
Harry scooped some up with his finger and held it out to you. "Try it. See if it's any good."
You put your mouth over his finger, licking off the ingredients and then puckering your lips and sucking off everything that was on it. Harry cleared his throat and adjusted himself in his pants as he pulled his finger out of your mouth. "Delicious," you said.
He went over to wash his hands and chuckled. "Seems it."
You giggled. "Hey! I just got an idea."
"What's that, love?" Harry asked as he came back over to sprinkle the marshmallows on top.
"Why don't you start up a baking/cooking business until you find a new job? You're so good at it and enjoy it. Plus, it would bring in more money," you suggested.
Harry smiled and placed you to sit on the counter. "This is why yer m' girlfriend. And why I love yeh. Yer so freaking smart." He pecked your lips and you giggled.
His lips started to make their way down your lips to your neck. "So smart and beautiful and funny and so fuckin' sexy."
You moaned and gripped onto his hair, pulling him into you more. Just as you felt Harry leave a nip on your neck, the oven's preheating beep went off.
He grumbled and finished off making the dish and then put it in the oven. Harry turned around to look at you. "That really is a genius idea, babe. Thank yeh."
"No problem. I know you love doing it too, so it's a win-win," you said. "It just sucks because it will be nowhere near the money you were making."
"I know, but like I said, we're good fer now, ok? And plus, it's good to be in a different scenery sometimes. Yeh know?" He shrugged.
"Yeah…" you trailed off, thinking about what happens when you're only both living on your paycheck.
"Hey," he came between your legs and held onto your thighs. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing… just thinking about the future," you shrugged.
"Oh yeah? Our future?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
You nodded. "Yeah. Just financial wise."
"Urgh. Babe. Please stop worrying 'bout that. I told yeh. I got a ton of money saved up," he assured you.
"Ok…" you whispered.
"But… if it makes yeh feel any better we could combine our expenses and save some money," he said.
"Yeah. I mean I guess I don't need cable, I could watch it at your place. And you're practically over my place for breakfast every day, so maybe we could cut back on groceries and…."
"Babe…." He cut you off.
"What?" You asked as he cupped your face.
"What if yeh understood what I was sayin' and we moved in together?" Harry chuckled and moved a piece of hair behind your ear.
You gasped and your eyes opened wide. I mean you have thought about it—a lot. But you didn't know if it was too soon. But then again, nothing in your relationship was perfect or ever at the right time. "Oh."
Harry panicked. "I mean… uh… shit. If we're not there yet, then that's fine. I didn't mean to… uh… sorry."
"Harry…"
"Yes?"
"I'd love that," you smiled.
"REALLY?!" His face lit up.
You nodded. He picked you up off the counter and you wrapped your legs around him. It amazed you every time how strong he was. He twirled you around, you both covered in marshmallows, sweet potatoes, and more, but you didn't care. You were moving in with Harry. You were moving in with Harry!!
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Harry felt giddy the next day. His girlfriend was moving in with him! It was finally Thanksgiving and you were getting ready.
After taking a shower together, Harry brushed his hair and teeth and you were getting changed. You needed to pick out the perfect outfit. You had settled on a plain t-shirt with a cute cardigan over it and black jeans with boots.
As Harry scurried around behind you, getting changed and whatever else, you put your clothes on. You were already running late, but Harry distracted you in the shower.
You put your outfit on and pulled on your pants, trying to zip up your jeans. They didn't go up and when they finally did, you couldn't breathe.
You felt defeated and went to go lay on the bed. In his craziness, Harry walked by you. "Wha-? What are yeh doin'?"
"My pants are tight," you whispered.
"What's that, sweetheart?" He sat on the bed next to you. He had his pants and shoes on but was shirtless.
"I can't breathe in these pants. They're too tight."
"So take 'em off," Harry suggested.
You sat up on your elbows and pouted. "Har…."
"Listen…. We are already running late. I don't have the time to reassure yeh that yer beautiful and size of yer clothes doesn't matter. But 'm telling yeh."
You pouted.
"It's Thanksgiving. Why are yeh wearing jeans anyway? Stand up," he said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up.
You stood in front of the mirror and waited for Harry as he looked through your closet. He pulled out a pair of black leggings that had gems on the side. "Now, these are Thanksgiving pants. Comfy, stretchy, no zippers."
He walked over to you and helped you get out of your jeans and you sat on the bed as he pulled the leggings onto your legs. "There. Better?"
You nodded and pouted. He helped you up. "Good. Now put yer shoes on and let's go." He spanked your ass cheek before grabbing his shirt and putting it on.
~~~~~~~
You finally pulled up to your parents' house at 4:42.
Harry carried the casserole in one hand and held your hand in the other. As you walked up to the door, Harry kissed your temple and whispered, "'S gonna be alright."
You nodded and smiled at him as you rang the doorbell. Luckily, your mom answered the door and you breathed out a sigh of relief. "Hi, mom. Happy Thanksgiving."
"Hi, honey. Hey Harry. Happy Thanksgiving! I'm so glad you came," she said, giving you each a hug.
"I-we made a sweet potato casserole," Harry said.
"Oh! Thank you, H! This is great." She went to put it in the fridge with the other desserts.
Harry squeezed your hand as she walked away. Niall and Mia were already there so they greeted you with warm hugs and a "congratulations" on your relationship. Amelia winked at you and smiled. You smiled back.
As you walked in further, you heard people laughing. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw Ryan laughing with two other people… who looked oddly familiar to you.
When you locked eyes with Ryan, he gave you a glare. You didn't even want to talk to him.
Ryan held up his finger to the people he was talking to and walked over to you. "Hello."
You stood there in front of each other in silence. He looked over at Harry and smirked. "How's your jaw?"
Harry flared his nostrils and didn't answer him. His face was healing nicely, only a small bruise under his eye now. "You know," you said. "You're a real dick!"
"Whoa!" He held up his hands. "Language."
"Language? Language Ryan? YOU BEAT UP A GROWN MAN because daddy paid you off! I think my language is acceptable." You got right in front of his face.
Harry held you back because he didn't want you to get hurt. "A grown man who's creeping on my sister," your brother said.
"He's not creeping. Harry is 5 times the man you'll ever be. And we love each other."
Ryan snorted. "O-kay."
"You're lucky we didn't call the cops on you, Ryan! You beat him up for no reason except for the fact that dad doesn't like us together."
"Not just dad," he folded his arms.
"Oh… ok. So, are you jealous of us or something? You have Hailey. So leave us alone."
"Actually, Hailey broke up with me," Ryan said.
You laughed. GOOD. We love karma. "I don't blame her."
You went to walk away, but then the two other people standing behind your brother came into your sight and you wanted to scream….. Jade and Kyle.
"Hi," Kyle put a hand up. "Uh… nice to see you?"
"Hi, Kyle. Sorry we didn't tell you about us before."
He shook his head. "I completely understand."
Why the fuck was he here anyway?
Then Jade had to start her bullshit. "I heard you guys went out for drinks without me."
"Jade. Honestly. I don't even know why you're here. Please do not start today," you drug Harry with you to the other room when you bumped right into your dad.
You felt Harry's hand fall from your grasp and he pumped his chest up behind you. You heard him blow out a big breath through his nose.
Your dad looked at you and then at him. You didn't say anything to him and he didn't to you. You cleared your throat and stepped out of the way, into the kitchen to see if your mom needed any help.
You heard the men speaking to each other, not like they normally did. "Surprised you could afford the gas to get here. Now that you're out of a job and all," your dad said.
You knew Harry's blood was boiling at this point. His hands formed into fists. "Yer lucky it's a holiday or I'd have you shoved up against this wall. Pull a stunt like that again and you'll be living in a shoebox and Ryan oh if he wants to take on this 'old man,' bring it."
He walked away before your dad could say anything else or punch him again. Harry went to go eat some hors d'oeuvre and sit in the corner to talk to Niall.
You helped in the kitchen. Your mom was preparing the potatoes, the stuffing, and everything. You tried to avoid your dad at all costs and except for the occasional bumping into each other in the kitchen, you did.
When everything was prepared and cooking, you leaned against the counter and talked to your mom. "Do you know why Jade and Kyle are here?"
"Uh, your dad invited them. Well, Kyle's mom, you know how she works with me. They didn't have anywhere to go with the divorce and all, so I said they could come if they wanted. As for Jade, that wasn't my doing. But I thought she was your friend."
"Not anymore really," you said.
"Oh. I'm sorry honey."
You just shrugged.
Dinner was finally ready and you helped set the table. Your mom called everyone in and they all gathered one by one. You made sure to grab a seat next to Harry. Ryan took the seat at the end and Kyle, his mom, and some family were over there too. By the time everyone got there, Jade was on the other side of Harry and your dad was across from you with Amelia on your other side.
She tapped your hand and smiled and you gave her a warm side hug. She was never against you or Harry in this.
Your mom sat next to your dad and handed him the knife to cut the turkey. When he stabbed into the turkey, he looked directly at Harry, who was sitting with his arms folded, by the way. Not touching your hand or your thigh or arm around your chair or anything near you.
Your dad cut into the turkey and everyone dug into the food. There was awkward tension throughout the whole meal. Your mom, Amelia, and Niall tried to lead the conversation (thank God for them) but mostly everyone gave short answers.
"(Y/M/N), this turkey is out of this world. Like always," Harry spoke up.
"Oh thank you, Harry. It was my mom's recipe, you know?"
"Really? You'll have to give me the recipe sometime," Harry said, taking more.
"Maybe one day. Right now it's a secret," she said.
Harry chuckled. You laughed too and put your hand on his thigh. He lightly and subtly moved it off. You pouted.
Then you heard Jade speak up. "Oh but Harry. You're such a good cook. I'm sure you could make this even better. No offense Mrs. (Y/L/N)."
"How do you know that my boyfriend is a good cook?" You asked.
She giggled. "Your dad told me."
You rolled your eyes. Then, you took some more mashed potatoes and put them on your plate. "Har, can you pass me the butter and salt please?"
He didn't even look up and handed them to you. You sighed. "Thanks."
Dinner was going on as usual, except for the tension at the table. Your dad looked like he was about to explode- his face red and his grip heavy on his utensils.
You tried to grab Harry's hand on the table, but he moved it away and wiped them with a napkin. "Ok then," you whispered.
It was killing Harry to not hold your hand and give you loving eyes, and pull you close and give you pecks on your lips, but your dad was staring him down and he didn't want another beat-up face or worse.
You figured you'd try to touch his leg, as it was under the table and no one could see. But when your foot touched Harry's leg, he cleared his throat and crossed it across his lap. "Why are you ignoring me?" You whispered to him, pouting.
Stay strong, Harry.
He cleared his throat again and took a sip of his wine. You grabbed more stuffing and potatoes because you ate when you were stressed.
"(Y/N), honey. I think you should take it easy on the food," your mom said.
You went to open your mouth, but someone else spoke up before you.
"I think yeh need to mind yer own business," Harry said. "'M sorry, (Y/M/N), but yeh do."
She was speechless.
You smiled and your face got hot. You looked over at Harry and he finally looked over at you and smiled. "Thank you," you mouthed.
"You're welcome," he said back.
You ate your food and everyone else finished up theirs. Then, you were all digesting and sitting down, talking and waiting for dessert.
Harry offered to help this time, so you sat down. But when you were leaving the bathroom, you stuck your head in the kitchen and stood next to him. "Hey," you smiled.
"Uh, hi."
"Need any help?" You asked, putting your hand on his back.
He shimmied out of your touch and pulled items out of the fridge. "Uh. I think we're good. Thanks."
You pouted and went to go sit down. Amelia was next to you and tapped your knee with hers. "You ok?"
"Yeah. I'm fine," you said. Then, "No. Harry's ignoring me. And I don't know why."
She looked around to make sure no one who didn't approve was around. She was in the clear. All the guys were watching the football game. "Do you think he's trying to not be touchy because he doesn't want to upset your dad? He did get beat up and I know he wants to protect you."
"Maybe," you sighed. "But even when my dad wasn't in the kitchen, he was still acting like that."
She shrugged. "Maybe talk to him. Or try to get his attention, if you know what I mean."
You smiled. "Thanks, Mia. I owe you a lot."
"Anytime, sweetie. Good luck."
"Thanks. Do you want some wine? I could drink a whole bottle right now," you laughed.
Amelia chuckled. "Su-. I mean, I'm ok. Thanks (Y/N)."
You shrugged and poured yourself a glass just as dessert came out. This was less formal, so some people ate in the dining room and others in the rec room to watch the game.
You were in line grabbing food and Harry handed you a plate. "Thanks!"
He hummed in response.
Jade had to speak up again and say, "Harry. I just know this casserole is going to be so good."
He didn't answer, but you had reached your breaking point with her. "Why are you here again, Jade? Don't you have family or people who like you who you could spend today with?"
"Actually," your dad spoke up. "I invited her." He picked up a cookie and smirked.
"Why?"
He shrugged. "I figured if Harry likes 'em young, why not get with Jade?"
This made your blood boil. You slammed your plate down causing everyone to jump and you ran down the hall. You don't know if you wanted the bedroom or bathroom, but somehow you ended up in your old room. It did look exactly the same.
You let out a cry and about a minute later, the door opened and someone knocked. "Can I come in?"
You nodded, sitting up. Harry sat next to you on the bed and pulled you into a hug. All of your worries and stress just seemed to have melted away. "'M sorry." He kissed your forehead.
You caught your breath as you cried. "I knew we shouldn't have come."
"'M sorry," he said again.
"And to top it all off, you didn't even look at me the entire night. I just feel so… ugly and ignored." Your head hung low.
Harry tsk'd and pulled you close. "Baby, oh 'm sorry. I just wanted to keep our distance, yeh know? Didn't want a whole fight on Thanksgiving. And yer not ugly."
"I get it. But even in the kitchen with no one around, you just brushed me off…"
"Again, 'm sorry. I didn't want to get all fussed and worked up. Yeh know I love yeh, right?" He asked.
You nodded slightly. Harry sighed.
"Do yeh wanna go back out there?" He picked up his plate. "I brought yeh a cookie."
You smiled and picked it up. "Thank you, babe."
You took a bite, but all you could taste was saliva from how much you were crying.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you!"
"Hmmm?" He asked, putting a hand on your thigh. "Yer not pregnant are yeh? I can't tell yer family after all this," he joked.
"No," you said. "Not yet. When I went out drinking with the girls, we got tattoos."
"Yeh did?" He asked, his brows raising.
"Mmmhmm. Carly got a flower and Whitney got a cat," you said.
"Oh, nice. And how 'bout yeh?"
"Let me show you," you stood up and closed the door. You lifted your shirt to your mid-stomach and pulled your leggings and underwear down a bit, exposing your hip. The plushy part that Harry loved so much.
On it was a tiny "H" written in cursive. It was about a half inch long.
He looked at your hip as his eyes adjusted to what he was seeing. "Wow. This fer me?"
You nodded and smiled. "Yeah. H, as in Harry, so I always remember who I belong to."
"Fuck." Harry slunk off the bed and onto his knees on the floor. He pulled you close to him and kissed the tattoo and all around it. He growled on your skin and it sent a chill up your spine.
He got up and kissed you passionately, pushing you against the door. His hands traveled down your body. The one resting on your tattoo, the other lightly petting over your core in your leggings. He moaned, so hungry for you, and picked you up allowing your clothed cores to touch.
It was hot, it was heated and he wanted to take you right then and there, but he knew better.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he said, "We're going home. Gonna show yeh that yer mine. Got that?"
You swallowed. "Yes, daddy."
"Good girl. Now, come on." Harry took your hand and dragged you out to where everyone was eating. "Bye. Thank yeh for a great dinner. (Y/N)'s not feeling all that well, so we're gonna head home."
"Oh… ok," your mom said. "Thanks for coming."
He hugged her and then you did too. You said goodbye to Niall and Mia and a few others then headed out to the car.
He opened the door for you and you slid into the seat. Harry then got in the driver's side and gripped the steering wheel. "Fuck. Had to be a brat and make us leave early."
Harry started up the car and drove down the street. "I just wanted to show you my tattoo, daddy."
"Yeh know what those fucking hips do to me."
You bit your lip and rubbed your legs together as he continued talking. "And the fact that yeh got m' name imprinted on yeh just…. Fuck. It's so hot."
After this whole thing went down, the sexual tension between you two hasn't been super high. Sure, you used your hands and mouths and had actual sex once, but it was quick and in the shower. You know this one was going to be rough and slow. All thoughts of the previous events were forgotten. Plus, he ignored you all night, so the pent-up energy was high.
Harry was driving home super fast. His hand was gripping your thigh and you already felt yourself dripping between your legs.
When you finally got back to his place, he got out of the car, opened your door, scooped you up, and brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He plopped you down on the bed and stared at you. You bit your lip and stared back at him.
He took off his clothes and stood there in his boxer briefs. His chest was heaving. "Take off yer fucking clothes."
You nodded, sat up, and disrobed. Harry maintained eye contact with you the entire time. You were sitting on your knees in your bra and panties.
Harry reached into his underwear and jerked off his cock. "Gonna show yeh that not only are yeh fucking gorgeous but that yer mine. Always have been always will be, darling."
You whimpered.
He continued to jerk himself off. You kneed your way to the end of the bed and reached your hands out. Harry chuckled. "What's wrong, baby girl? What do yeh want?"
"Mmm. Pleaseee."
"Baby, yeh need to speak in full sentences. I don't know what that babbling means," Harry said.
You whimpered again. "Daddy, please. Want you. Want your cock."
"Mmmm," he smirked. "There we go. That's all yeh had to say. Good girl."
"Daddy."
"Baby."
"Please make me yours," you begged.
Harry pulled his hand out of his boxers and walked forward towards you. He gripped your jaw and looked down at you. "Open."
You opened your mouth and he spit into it. You shuddered. Your heart was racing as he looked at you with dark eyes. "Pathetic slut. Bet that got yeh wet, huh?"
You swallowed dryly and nodded. He chuckled. You kept your mouth open, wanting to not be a brat. "If yeh keep that mouth open, 'm gonna shove m' cock down it."
You opened your mouth wider and stuck your tongue out. Harry chuckled and lightly slapped your face. "That's what yeh want? To have all yer holes filled with m' cock?"
"Please."
Harry chuckled as he pulled down his boxer briefs. He jerked himself a few times and grabbed the back of your head, pulling you close to his cock.
He tapped his tip on your tongue and you moaned. "This is my mouth, right?"
"Yes, daddy," you panted. "Yours. Everything is yours."
"Good girl," he said, as he shoved his length down your throat.
You gurgled and gagged on his cock, your eyes watering. He held onto the back of your head, bruising your throat. Harry was sweating, beads of it pouring off his forehead. "Yeh feel so fuckin' good 'round m' cock, baby girl. Fuck."
You tried to answer but with his big cock down your throat, it came out as gibberish. You were so wet and warm around him, he felt like he was going to explode. Harry's eyes were fluttering as he gave one last thrust down your throat. "'M gonna cum. Fuck."
You hummed and he let out a shaky breath. Harry grunted and you felt his warm cum go down your throat.
He pulled out and there was a string of cum and spit connecting your mouth to his cock. You looked like a fucked out whore with mascara under your eyes and Harry absolutely loved it.
"Always make m' cock feel so good. Such a little cock slut," he said, as your head was still pulled back. "Look at this mess."
You whined.
"Want me to mark yeh up? Hmm? Let everyone know yer mine."
You nodded. "Yeh know yeh have to use yer words, darling."
You tried to talk but your voice came out hoarse from the bruising your throat took. "Yes," you croaked out.
"Aww, poor baby. Can't even speak."
He smiled and released his grip from your head. You wiped your mouth and then he reached behind you and unhooked your bra. "Lay back."
You did as he said and Harry climbed on top of you. He pulled your bra off the rest of the way and marveled at your boobs. "God, I'll never get tired of these tits. I really want to fuck 'em again."
"Do it," you croaked out.
"Yeah?" You nodded. "Fuck."
Harry licked his lips and straddled you on either side of your breasts. He pumped himself a few times and then laid his cock between your boobs. You grabbed onto them and squished them together, trapping his cock in between. "Good girl. These tits are mine, right?"
You nodded. "Yes, daddy. Yours."
"Fuck," he pushed his hair back.
Harry slowly started to thrust himself between your boobs and he let out deep guttural moans. He looked down at your face the entire time, which looked completely fucked out and you were giving him doe eyes. You were driving him insane.
The necklace he gave you was lying right above your breasts and his cock nearly hit it every time it moved above your breasts. He couldn't believe you were his.
He held onto the bed with one hand and slapped your tits with the other. "Can't wait to mark these up. God. Yer so fuckin' sexy and yer all mine."
You whimpered. "Yes, daddy."
Harry pushed his cock through your boobs about 3 dozen more times. He could do this all day. He thought it was so hot.
He had to close his eyes to regain himself and not cum. "I don't want to stop, but 'm gonna cum and I need to still get in yer pretty pussy."
You giggled. "You can cum if you want daddy. Then, we can play a little more before you get inside me."
He grunted, moving his hips quickly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Harry pulled out and jerked himself off until he came all over your chest. He moaned out. "Christ. Holy shit. We're not cleaning yeh up yet."
You giggled. "Are you sure you can keep going?"
Harry cocked an eyebrow. "What are yeh implying?" He asked with a smirk.
"Nothing. Oh my God. I'm sorry. Nothing! I was just asking," you said.
"I'm kidding," he said.
You pouted and smacked his thigh. "Meanie."
"Meanie? Wanna try that again? Because so far I've cum twice and yeh haven't cum at all. And I can leave it that way," he said.
"No no. I'm sorry daddy. I love you so much. Please. Please make me cum."
He chuckled. "So fucking desperate for m', baby."
You whimpered and he climbed off of you. Harry positioned himself to lay on top of you and started nipping at your neck. "Yeh said yer mine, so 'm gonna mark yeh like it."
You let out the deepest and longest moan Harry has ever heard come out of you and it made his cock twitch. You've been waiting for him to give you hickies and now that your relationship was out in the open, he could.
The pain he was leaving on your neck was quickly turning into pleasure and you knew you were going to be black and blue and hurting tomorrow. But you didn't care.
As Harry nipped, licked, and sucked at your neck, he reached down and gripped your hip, the one that had his initial on it. "Mine."
"All yours."
He growled animalistically and you gasped as he bit quite harshly on your neck. Harry then moved to the other side and did the same thing. After marking your whole neck, he moved to your lips and pecked them. "Sorry. I should've asked if I was hurtin' yeh."
"You didn't," you shook your head. "I would have told you."
"Good," he smiled and kissed your lips again.
He then kissed down your body, licking over the cum that was on your chest and now on his. He then stopped right before your nipples and placed little bites there before continuing. You moaned and ran your fingers through his hair.
Your boyfriend continued his trek down your body, licking and nipping at your lower stomach. "Love this fuckin' tummy. All mine. God. Yer so beautiful."
The way Harry loved on your stomach and rubbed over your stretch marks was making your heart into mush and your stomach flutter.
He licked into your belly button a few times and your toes curled. "Shit."
Harry made his way down to your hips and took your panties off. First kissing on the hip without the tattoo. "God, these hips make me go feral. And now, now that yeh got m' name on it," he moaned. "Fuck. I can't even think straight."
He finally moved over to the one with the ink on it and kissed it. "Mine. God, this is so hot."
You were so turned on and bit your lip as he kissed it. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not-not anymore," you shook your head.
"Thank Goddddd," he nipped at the 'H' on your hip and you jumped a little. He moaned and gripped your other hip. "Marking yerself as mine. Fuck. Knew yeh were my good girl. Now yeh can never leave me," he chuckled. "'M branded on yeh. Forever."
He said that last word as a whisper and it made you shudder. "Yours, H. Forever."
Harry kissed over the tattoo again and then sat up a bit, gripping both of your hips. "Love these hips."
After kissing and squeezing them for a few more minutes, Harry made his trek back to your center. However, he skipped right over it at first. He nipped, kissed your thighs first, and kissed some of your stretch marks. "God. I love being squished between these thighs. My thighs."
You were already dripping onto the comforter at this point and he barely touched your core. He made his way down the rest of your body, kissing the tattoo on your ankle.
You whined and he looked down at you. "What's wrong, princess?"
You were getting antsy. "Please. Just. I need you."
"Mmm," he hummed. "I think we established yer mine, so 'm doing what I want for now."
You whimpered as he kept kissing your legs and ankles. You pouted and he chuckled. Harry finally opened your legs more and ran two fingers up your wet slit.
He then leaned over you and held the fingers up to your mouth. "Open," he slapped your cheek gently when you didn't open your mouth right away.
You finally did and sucked on his fingers, looking at him with doe eyes. You did taste good and as much as you loved having his fingers in your mouth, you needed more.
When you grabbed onto his hand, he pulled out and caressed your face. "You've been so good. Think yer ready now, hmm?"
You nodded quickly and Harry chuckled. "Turn around fer me, baby. Stick that arse up."
You did as he said and as soon as you faced the headboard, Harry kissed from your neck down your back, by your spine, and then landed some spanks on your ass. You moaned as Harry rubbed the spots that were red.
"This back… is mine. Along with the hips, which yeh already know. And this arse. Fuck," he spanked you again. "Mine."
"Yes, daddy," you said in a strained voice. "Yours. Please."
Harry leaned over and kissed your ass cheeks before placing little nips on them. You gasped and then moaned. "Oh my God, Harry."
"Like that, baby?"
You nodded and he smirked, continuing to mark up your ass. What he did next took you by surprise. Harry separated your cheeks a bit and swirled around his tongue on your hole… no, not that one.
You never really had anyone play with your ass like this before and it was new and exciting. He poked his tongue in and out of it and you moaned. Harry moved his mouth away and put one finger inside you. You moaned again as he tried to put it in your tighter hole.
"Seems like yeh like this?" Harry asked.
"I-I didn't think I would, but fuck yes," you gripped the sheets.
He put his finger in a little more and you contracted around him. "Gotta loosen yeh up a bit before we do anything further, but," he growled. "'M glad yer open to it."
"So-so open," you said.
Harry hummed and then pulled his finger out of you. He then gave a few spanks to your ass again and pulled you close to him. "Now, fer my favorite part."
He grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you so you were lined up with his mouth. Harry licked up your core and you let out a happy sigh. He was finally where you wanted him.
Your boyfriend stuck his tongue out and dived into your pussy. You had to grip onto the sheets in order to not fall over.
"Harry," you moaned.
"Yes. Say m' name again, baby. Who's this pussy belong to?"
"Y-you, Harry," you said again, trying to form the right words.
"Good girl," he opened up your center even further and attached his lips to your clit. "My pussy. My delicious fuckin' pussy."
He moaned into your core, moving from your clit to your hole. Harry was very skilled with his mouth and he knew it.
You couldn't sit up anymore. You had to collapse your arms and put your head on the pillow. Your eyes were crossing and you grabbed onto the covers even tighter. "Fuck, Harry."
He hummed and focused on your clit again. You were shaking and so close to cumming. "I love this pussy so fuckin' much."
"Harry, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum on m' face, pretty girl. Wanna taste yeh," he said.
A few more sucks to your clit and you were wetting Harry's face. He made sure to clean you all up with his tongue and tell you how good you tasted before leaning back and admiring the view.
"God. It's been too long since I fucked yeh and I am too excited," Harry said. "Turn around."
You turned on your back and saw Harry's cock standing tall again. He had already cum twice. How was he still hard? "You seem excited," you giggled.
"Yeah. Well yeh make me feel like 'm 25 again and could go all night," he said.
You bit your lip. "That sounds promising."
"Mmm," he hummed. "We'll see."
You giggled and he pulled you close to him, your legs resting on either side of his hips. He stroked himself a few more times before putting the tip at your entrance. You were already super wet from the previous activities, so his cock just slid right in.
However, it had been a bit since his cock was in you and there was a bit of a sting. You gripped Harry’s hand as he put his cock further into you. “Jesus Christ. It feels so fucking good,” he said.
He leaned over you and started to move his cock in and out of you at a normal pace. “I’ve missed this. Oh, fuck this pussy is mine. Forever. Christ.”
You were panting. Harry’s sweat, mixed with yours was running off your face and your stomach was in knots at how good it felt. “All yours, Harry. I’m yours.”
Harry growled at that and fucked into you harder. “No one can take yeh away from me. Marking yeh mine. ‘M forever on yer skin now.”
His words were making you moan and clench around him. Harry was fucking into you with such force and nipping at your neck that your toes were curling and your eyes kept rolling back. He pushed your knees up to get a new position and deeper inside of you and when he hit your g-spot consistently, you felt a fire in your belly. “Daddy, I’m going to cum.”
He moaned. “Cum baby. Give me all yer cum.”
You dug your nails into his back as he continued to thrust into you. You clenched a few times and then released, feeling completely spent. You needed Harry to cum. When you came down from your high, you pushed a curl out of Harry’s face and said, “Please cum inside of me daddy. Mark me as yours. Please.”
“Gonna cum so deep inside yeh,” he said, speeding up his hips. “All you’ll be full of is m’ cum.”
You moaned and clenched again, spurring him on. He lasted for a few more minutes, longer than you expected him. When he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, you knew he was about to come undone. His movements were becoming sloppy and he collapsed on top of you, mumbling into your neck, “‘M cumming.”
“Please fill my walls, daddy. Please.”
A few more grunts and thrusts and Harry was splattering his seed inside of you. He stayed laying on top of you for a minute while he caught his breath and then leaned up to give you a kiss. “I love yeh.”
You smiled and kissed him back. “I love you too.”
“Mmm,” he hummed. “That was so good.”
“It was!” you giggled. “I missed it.”
“Fuck. Me too,” Harry said, pulling out of you. You whimpered and Harry chuckled, getting up to get a towel to clean you both up.
You still had his cum on you from when he released on your chest, so you were both sticky and gross. “Wanna take a shower?” he suggested.
“Yes, please,” you nodded.
He scooped you up and brought you into his bathroom and then turned on the shower. You both stepped in and round two was quickly starting. After you both cleaned off, Harry kneeled down and kissed your tattoo again.
“What was the worst Thanksgiving turned out to be the best because of you,” you told him.
Harry looked up at you and smirked. “Thank this tattoo. ‘M so glad we got out of there.”
“Me too.”
You knew you were going to be marked up in the morning, but you didn’t care. You were finally back to normal.
When you got out of the shower, you went over to Harry’s drawers to pick out some clothes, but he lightly grabbed your wrist. “Uh uh. Wait a second.”
“What?”
“C’mere, baby,” he said, taking you over to the bed. You sat down and raised an eyebrow.
“Remember when we went to that sex shop on Halloween and I picked up a few more toys?”
“Yeah…” you asked confused.
“Well, if yeh really want to try… anal, we gotta get yeh,” he cleared his throat. “...prepped.”
“What do you mean?”
He went into his closet and took out the box with the toys in it. He searched through it until he found what he was looking for and then held it up. “Do yeh know what this is?”
“No…” To you, it looked like a spinning top or a pacifier but for adults. Before Harry, you really only knew of dildos and vibrators when it came to sex toys.
"This is called a butt plug. Some people use it just for pleasure while others use it as a training tool, per say," he said.
"Oh," your eyes got wide.
"Do yeh want to… try it out?"
"S-sure…" you said hesitantly.
"Baby, if yeh don't want to, just speak up. 'M not gonna be mad," Harry told you.
"No. I-I want to try… it," you bit your lip.
A huge smirk appeared on his face and he picked up the lube from the box as well. "Get on all fours for me, baby."
You did as he said and Harry squirted just a little bit of lube on your ass. "Ok. It might sting a little, but shouldn't really hurt, ok? If it does, yeh gotta tell me."
You nodded your head and swallowed. "Put it in please."
Harry very gently put the butt plug into your hole. It had a huge fake diamond in the middle and the border was pink.
He thought you looked so sexy and he practically moaned as he put it in. You shuddered and he asked if you were ok. "It's cold."
"Oh," Harry chuckled. "Sorry, baby. But it'll be warm in no time. Does it hurt?"
"It's a little uncomfortable, but not really hurting," you said.
"Good. Can yeh stand up fer me?"
He grabbed your hand and helped you stand up. The new angle provided a different feeling. "Oh!"
"Oh good or bad?" He asked.
"Oh as in oh," you moaned out the last word.
He had to bite his lip to keep away the huge smile that was pulling on his face. "Yeh can get changed now baby."
"Thank you, daddy," you kissed his cheek and then grabbed some of his clothes before getting into bed.
"Why didn't we do this with you beforehand?" You asked, snuggling up next to him.
"Well, one we didn't have time, and two, I have experience with this under m' belt," he told you.
"Oh… well, next time we should get you one, so we can wear them together," you giggled.
Harry's eyes practically rolled back in his head. "God, yer such a little freak."
Your face fell. "But that's why I love yeh." You smiled again. "We will definitely be doing that."
He pulled you close to him so you two could go to sleep. The wetness was already forming in between your legs from the toy in your ass, but when Harry reached under your shorts and pushed it in further, you practically gushed on his bed.
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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)
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Hands (Multi-Part Series)
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Series Masterpost
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Breaking the Ice (2 Part Series)
Summary: Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N
It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t 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
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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
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The Poetry Class (Blurb)
Poet Harry being a menace in the kitchen (Blurb)
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CEO!Harry Blurb Series
Summary: CEO!Harry x Employee!Y/N
Y/N is new... and curvy, and Harry is a little too into it.
Part 1: CEO!Harry has a crush on his brand-new employee Y/N (Blurb)
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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Sub!Harry Blurb Series
Summary: Sub!Harry x SoftDom!Y/N
Harry and Y/N are cute, kinky and love each other an awful lot.
