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omg !!!!! so maybe yours and harry’s little guy would just ADORE harry’s wardrobe of pretty colours and soft fabrics and the way daddy makes him giggle when he wiggles his hips in his funky trousers, or lets him try on a suit jacket or pussy bow, hopelessly huge on his 3 year old tiny frame.

Harry can’t even take his favourite pair of trousers on tour - a dark blue tone with exciting floral patterns that felt loose in all the right areas, but tight enough to stay upon his small hips. why you may ask??? they were teddy’s favourite pair. and if harry were away on tour, the trousers left the small boy a comforting reminder of his daddy, and that he’d be home soon, just like he always promises. As toddlers tend to have their own odd habits, rubbing the soft fabric against his face before bedtime, is just one of the strangely endearing mannerisms of your baby. “it’s daddy twou-sahs!” he proclaims, before jumping into his own bed, followed by a story, a song, and a kiss goodnight.

so when harry arrives back from tour, with his satchel, suitcase, and yet another box labelled “gucci” you roll your eyes, yet are excited to see what new creation he has most likely concocted in his head for a new outfit idea. 

a kiss to your lips and a gentle rub of your tummy, a silent question; “how is the baby?” before he hears teddy’s little footsteps running down the hall and stopping in the doorway. 

not one bit of his son’s face is untouched from the kissy-monster; 20 days is long enough apart for them both to have teddy curl into his daddy’s neck and breathe him in for a good while.

“got yeh a present teddy, yeh wanna see?” harry feels a little nod from the curly head nestled on his neck and as curiosity spikes within him, teddy glances up to see the big gucci box sat atop the dining room table.

“come help me open it, hm? gonna need someone big an’ strong an’ clever to see what’s inside!” 

a few minutes of unpacking, rustling paper and big drum noises from hitting the box as a fun game (in Teddy’s eyes at least), and alas, the box is revealed to have-

“no way harry” you look into the box to see the supposedly offending item

“what? it’s not like they didn’t offer-”

“FWOW-ERS!” 

The tiny pair of trousers fills half the box, with the other half contains a couple more shirts for harry’s tour. He didn’t mind the cost, once he saw the glee in his little boy’s face, basking in the realisation that the tiny pair of gucci trousers with “fwowers” which were identical to his favourite pair of harry’s, were all his.

“yeh wanna try them on bud? gonna show mummy how much yeh love them?” (needless to say he didn’t have to make it up to you with kisses, as of course you loved the little trousers - just not the not-so-tiny price. but he still laid them upon you that night as his own welcome home gift for you.)

“give us a twirl then rockstar!” you smile as harry had finally helped teddy put his new trousers on, and just for fun, had put his own matching ones on too. as he spins, teddy admires the flowers on his knees, happy that he can take the soft flowers that remind him so much of daddy, everywhere he goes.

“look like YOU daddy! lotsa flowers, an’ soff!’ he giggles as he rushes to the playroom, eager to find his little toy guitar to then beg his daddy to start singing with him. daddy is the best singer on earth, and he doesn’t need to hear anyone else in the world to know that.

“daddy! g’tar! an’ fwowers! we sing?” The little man is out of breath due to sheer excitement, and he doubts he hasn’t been this happy in his whole entire life. 

“okay then teddy styles, show us what you’ve got!” as you and harry sit back together and watch the tiny flare-wearing boy put his toy guitar round his neck and position himself in the centre of the open space before opening his mouth to sing. However neither of you expect the yell of;

5. A song that reminds you of another period in your life

All About You - McFly

37. A song that helped you through a difficult time in your life

Hold On - Shawn Mendes

haha that’s okay! better late than never

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The sun is shining in your face when you wake up, making you want to keep your eyes shut even as you feel yourself being pulled from sleep. It takes a moment for you to realize that you’re not in your own bed, instead you feel a solid chest under your head and it only takes another second for you to realize it’s Harry. Falling asleep in your best friend’s bed wasn’t an unusual thing for you, but what was out of the ordinary was the big, warm hand spread across your ass. “What the hell?” You mutter, your voice still gruff and quiet from sleep. “Why is your hand on my ass?”When you don’t hear a reply from Harry you open your eyes and are immediately met with the bare skin of his chest. Harry sleeping in just boxers is normal, but, after a minute, you realize you’re also missing a shirt. Along with the rest of your clothes. 

“What the fuck?!” You shout, rolling away from Harry and accidentally landing yourself on the floor with the sheets wrapped around you. “What— where are our clothes?!” You shout, curling up on the floor as you try to remember what happened last night. You look over to try and get an answer from Harry, only to realize that you took the blankets with you, leaving his nudity totally exposed to your eyes. “Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands. “Harry, wake up!” You shout, grabbing one of the pillows that fell to the ground with you and launching it at him. You’d laugh at the shocked groan that escaped him if you weren’t so ready to panic. He stirs, moving the pillow from over his face and pulling it into his arms, cuddling up with it and holding it close to him as he turns over onto his stomach. “Idiot,” you mumble, gathering the blankets around you as you go back over to the bed and wake him up, tugging on his hair until he jolts awake. “What the hell?” He asks, squinting his eyes up at you from where he’s laying. He stares at you for just a second before his eyes fall to your bare shoulders, making him cock his head. “…Are you naked?”“We both are!” You tell him, gesturing to his body. “Wh..?” He starts before looking down at himself, eyes widening when he realizes the state he’s in. “What the fuck?”You watch as he sits up, pillow over his crotch, getting up to find a pair of boxers and pull them on. You almost wish he’d waited a little longer to cover up. “Did we sleep together last night?” You ask him, clutching the sheets around you just a little tighter as he walks back over to you. “Well, clearly, if we woke up in the same bed.”“Shut up,” you tell him, in no mood for his word play. “You know I meant sex. Did we have sex last night?” Harry shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed with a sigh. “I guess so? I mean, we both had a lot to drink, yeah? And I know I’m not the only one who felt our connection.”“Connection?” You ask, getting up from the bed to try and find your clothes. You find your bra and panties first, thankfully, tugging them on before going in search of your dress. “Yeah, connection. Are you telling me all that flirting we’ve been doing lately was one-sided?”You ignore him as you get down on your knees to look under his bed. You don’t find your dress, but you find one of the heels you’d worn to his party the night before. “What the fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you get up and continue searching, finally finding your dress tossed into a corner of the room. “I’m not saying it was one-sided,” you finally answer as you step into your dress and try to reach behind yourself to zip it up. You only manage to pull the zip halfway before you give up, letting out a resigned sigh when you feel Harry’s hands brushing over the skin of your back. “I’m only saying it’s quite the leap to go from flirting to fucking over the span of a night.”“Don’t know about that,” he says as he zips your dress slowly, “some people do it all the time.” He finishes zipping you up and his hands find their way to your hips, resting there. He pulls you back against him and you immediately feel his warmth permeate the thin material of your dress. And his morning wood.“Yeah, well,” you say, slipping out of his grasp. “I’m not like ‘some people.’ You know that.”“I do,” he agrees, looking at you seriously. “But we both know I’m not just anyone to you. You said so yourself last night.”“I what?” You ask, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Are you telling me you remember what happened?”“No, not completely,” he says, and you can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s trying to calm you down. “Just…there was a point when I wasn’t quite as drunk as you were, and you sort of…”“Sort of what?” You demand when he trails off, embarrassment making you feel defensive.“…professed your love for me.”“Oh my god,” you whine, covering your face with your hands. “I didn’t.”“You did,” he chuckles quietly, watching you as you walk back over to the bed and sit down, elbows on your knees, face still in your hands. “Told me that you loved my long hair and that you miss it and you used to fantasize about pulling it while I fucked you.”“No,” you sigh, covering your ears. “Also said that you didn’t mind the short hair, that it’d be fun to play with whilst I went down on you.”“Please stop!” “And then you told me that you love me. That you’re in love with me. And that you needed to tell me drunk or you’d never have the courage.”You let the silence sit between the two of you for a moment before you chance a look at him, peeking at him through your fingers. “And what’d you say to all of that?”He leans in and kisses you then, bringing his hands up to cradle your face as you relax into the kiss, letting him distract you from your mortification. When he pulls back he’s grinning down at you, dimple pushed deep into his cheek as he strokes his thumb over your lower lip. “I told you that I love you, too; was just waiting on you to say it first.”

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“1500 feet in the air?!” You gasp, eyes blown wide as Harry tells you all about the shoot he did for his music video. It’s been a little while since you’ve seen him last, since he’s just started promoting his album, but he called you up since he had some label-business to attend to, which was how you found yourselves in the living room of his Manhattan apartment. You’d been together for most of the night, starting when you arrived at his door with a bottle of wine and a pizza, kicking the door with your foot since you didn’t have a free hand. The smile on his face when he opened the door made your heart skip a beat and you tried your best to keep your thoughts from becoming obvious. Yeah, you and Harry always trade flirtatious banter back and forth, and he always hugs you a little longer than he does anyone else, and he always kisses your cheeks and calls you ‘love’ but that doesn’t mean you’re in love with the guy. (Well, maybe you are. Just a little bit.)

Now you were sprawled across the sofa while he sat on the floor across from you, tucked up by the coffee table, open pizza box between you. 

“Yeah, 1500 feet,” he says with a chuckle. “It was actually fun, once i got over the initial shock of it all.”“I can’t believe you did that,” you say, propping your head up on your elbow as you looked over at him. “You do some crazy stuff.”He scoffs at that, leaning back onto his hands where he’s sitting in the floor. He cocks his head to the side, resting it against his shoulder. “I do not.”“You do too.”“Name one crazy thing I’ve done,” he challenges you, “aside from the video shoot.”“Um,” you think for a moment, “you jumped off of a bridge in Jamaica.”“Fair enough,” he says with a shrug. “But that only seems crazy to you because you never do anything. By comparison everything seems crazy.”“What are you trying to say?” You ask him, sitting up on the couch. “Nothing, nothing. Forget I said anything.” He says, getting up from where he was sitting. He closes the pizza box and takes it into the kitchen, setting it on the counter. “No, tell me,” you insist, following behind him. “Are you trying to say that I’m boring? Predictable?” “Well, you do always choose truth in truth or dare…” “That’s because you always try to make me do wild shit!”He raises an eyebrow and smirks at you, “I rest my case.” He walks back into the living room and you follow him again. “Fine. Give me a dare right now.”He turns to look at you, biting his lower lip against a grin. “Fine. I dare you to kiss me.” “What?”The confidence on his face falters for just a moment before he advances on you, walking closer until he’s an arm’s length away. “You heard me. I dare you to kiss me.”“Harry, I—” You shake your head. As badly as you’ve wanted to do this, you can’t. Not when you know it means nothing more to him than proving a point. “C'mon, it’s just a kiss,” he goads you, stepping a little closer. “Just one, teensy weensy little smooch. Won’t have to mean a thing. I won’t even tell anyone.”“I can’t,” you tell him, looking down at the floor when he laughs a little. “Knew you wouldn’t,” he says, smiling down at you as he backs away. “Point proven.”You watch his back as he turns away and try to fight back the feelings threatening to bubble over inside of you. You want to be angry with him for daring you to do that, but you know that you have no right. He doesn’t know how you feel. You’re also angry with yourself for not doing it. Who knows if you’ll ever get the chance again? The thought makes you even angrier though, how pathetic must you be to settle for a joke kiss? You relax your face and try to keep a neutral air about you as he walks back over to the couch and throws himself down, setting his feet on the coffee table as he queues up Netflix. “What do we wanna watch next, love?” He asks you, running a hand through his hair as he turns to look at you. “Uh, actually, I think I’m gonna head out,” you tell him, picking up your purse as you try to find your shoes. “It’s getting late.”“What? It’s barely eight o'clock,” he stands from the couch, eyebrows pulled together in confusion as he studies you. “You alright?”“Yep,” you lie, giving him a smile that hopefully looks less fake than it feels. “Gotta lotta stuff to do in the morning, so…” “Okay,” he says rising from his seat. He brings you into a tight hug and you relax into it for a moment, breathing in his smell and letting yourself have this one last moment. “See you soon, then? What are you doing tomorrow? I’m in town for the rest of the week.”“'Kay, just text me,” you tell him, rushing out the door before he can say anything else. It’s not until you’re out in the corridor that you finally take a deep breath, trying to hold yourself together. As you take the lift back down to the lobby you decide that you ought to take some time away from Harry. Try to give yourself a breather to get over him, before you ruin your friendship with your feelings and make everything worse. “It’ll be fine,” you mumble, trying to convince yourself as the lift opens and you step out. “He’s got other friends, things to do, he won’t even miss me.”You feel a slight pang of sadness lance through you at the thought but you push it back. It’s true. You’ll miss him like crazy, but at the end of the day you know that Harry doesn’t return your feelings and that’s fine. You know how lucky you are to be in his life at all in the first place, and you know you’ll take what you can get. Even if it breaks your heart a little.

HELLO FRIEND, THANK YOUUUUU!!

12. dog person or cat person?

definitely a dog person. :)

15. five most influential books over your lifetime.

to kill a mockingbird - harper leethe five people you meet in heaven - mitch albomall the bright places - jennifer niventhe road - cormac mccarthyall the places you’ll go - dr. seuss (I’m lame I know)

I can see your point for sure.

I’m going to use an example from my own life to make it clear that I’m not a total pessimist and I really do like the idea of people having soulmates in friends…

I feel an incredibly deep connection with @kasiwrites and I have ever since the first time we talked. I call her my soul sister because of that reason. There’s just something (multiple somethings, really) that pulls me to her. And when this topic was originally brought up, I said people who I consider my “platonic soulmates” make me feel like home. Kasi makes me feel like home. She gets me. She understands where the hell I’m coming from and is my number one supporter, even when I’m being an idiot. I love her to death and I think she deserves the world.

And I’ve told her all of this, so hopefully she’s not mad at me for talking about her. Whoops!