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Harry isn’t trying to be dramatic when he says that he is officially and utterly obsessed with everything about YN.
He felt like he was addicted to her, from just being in the same space as her, and then from craving her body so much it hurt.
For a long period of his life, he didn’t understand the hype about sex - sure it sounded fine and orgasms definitely felt good but why did people care so much?
After his first time with YN, he very quickly realized what it was about because fuck, it was beyond the physical feeling of pleasure - it was how connected emotionally he felt to her and the display of love that sex was.
The issue was, they’d been intimate twice now with yesterday being their first time having sex, and both times he came prematurely.
No matter how kind and understanding YN was, it didn’t take away the deep insecurity of not being masculine enough or being a flop in the sheets.
YN had to use her own hand to help her along because he was coming so fast when they had sex, he was so far gone he hadn’t even thought about dipping his own hand down to assist.
Harry had to leave YN in his bed in the morning because he had to go to weight training and then right after a grueling practice.
He had left a little handwritten note on top of her cellphone to find when she woke up.
Good morning, baby. I’m off to practice. I love you x
It was simple but sweet.
When Harry’s in the locker room with his teammates as they all hits the showers and start to change after practice, well it’s no surprise sex is brought up - literally nothing has changed since high school.
He still didn’t feel the need to join in on the disgusting conversation, the way they talked about women was truly abysmal and some of them were referring to their own girlfriends in such crude ways.
Harry had so much respect for YN, so much undying appreciation for her body even though he just is beginning to learn it.
He would never talk about the intricacies of her form with other people, why would he want them to know what is only for him?
He didn’t want others to know how puffy her nipples get after he’s given them attention, how she gets so wet that it makes her folds glisten - that’s purely for his eyes and imagination only.
“Yeah, Becca told me that Cameron only lasted for three minutes,” Joseph cackles as the other boys join in on the laughter, “Said he jizzed nearly as soon as he stuck it in.”
“No wonder she turned him down when he asked her to the Sigma Phi party,” Payton crows with a boisterous laugh, “He’s never gonna get another date while he’s in school.”
Harry hates the anxiety that strikes in his chest because it hits him that they’re making fun of what he’s most self-conscious about right now.
He was new to everything, having YN’s hands, mouth, cunt was so mind blowingly euphoric and like nothing he’d ever experienced before that he couldn’t control how fast his orgasms snuck up on him.
The first time her lips wrapped around him, he couldn’t even think a conducive thought, let alone stave off his release.
The first time they had sex, she had to finish herself off because he came so fast that he didn’t even have time to focus on her.
His throat is tight as he rushes to get his clothes on, he didn’t want to lose YN - she was his person.
They only downfall of finally finding the love of his life was the immense fear of losing it because he knew this was once in a lifetime.
He was this allstar, cocky athlete who everyone drooled and daydreamed over - only YN knew he didn’t truly live up to his potential in the bedroom.
It’s not that he thinks she’s shallow enough to drop him over that but his anxiety and lack of self confidence had negative talk swirling through his head.
Harry wanted to be the best for her and he’s worried that he’s just not enough - it was the worst feeling on this earth and he hated that he didn’t feel confident in his own skin.
He’s out of the locker room without another glance at his teammates, putting his airpods in so he can act like he doesn’t hear all his classmates who try to say hi to him as he walks across campus.
His night class drags on, his fingers are fidgeting against the desk, knee bouncing because anxiety is one of the nastiest emotions to have.
Miss you already ☹️
The text pops across his screen towards the end of class, he has to tamper down the dopey grin that appears on his face - she must have just gotten out of her weekly newspaper meeting.
I miss you more. 😖
You’re the sweetest. Do you love me?
Harry has to bite the corner of his lip to tamper down his smile because he’s in a relationship, he loves her so much.
So much, baby.
I think you should totally invite me over tonight and show me how much. Just so I know you’re not all talk. 😛
Harry’s heart plummets back into his stomach, for what seems like the hundredth time lately because now he’s nervous about having to have sex despite how much he wants to.
Of course, he wants her to come over and he would have invited her in a minute anyways but now that the promise is lingering in her words, he’s struck with nerves.
He doesn’t respond fast enough because another text is coming through as his thumbs hesitate over the screen.
If you’re not up to it, that’s fine too.
And Harry never wants her to feel like he doesn’t want her there. It’s the exact opposite. He wants her there all the fucking time.
Don’t be silly. Of course, you’re welcome over anytime, my love. Meet me at Holden Hall in fifteen, we can walk back to mine together.
Okay ❤️
He’s not twelve, he shouldn’t get butterflies in his stomach but the thought of seeing her makes him squirm with excitement.
Because he is in love.
The class can’t end quick enough because even though there are always a few classmates who want to bullshit with him after class - Harry is bypassing them with a small smile and wave instead to get out the door.
YN is waiting on a bench, eyes on her phone until she must notice class letting up because her gaze rises and she has a breathtaking smile when she notices him.
It quickly turns downward when Harry is stopped by a group of girls, they’re giggly and overly nice as they compliment him on his recent game and how good he looked in ESPN College Edition this week.
Harry would usually give them all a cocky smile, dimples on display, and his shoulders broad as he let them coo over him.
Now he’s a taken man, he doesn’t have to act like he’s into all these girls he’s not anymore, and it’s so refreshing when he gives them a short ‘thank you’ and squeezes out of their circle.
Their eyes follow with annoyance and envy as they’re dismissed so quickly for Harry to make his way over to YN, where she’s sat on the bench in one of his baseball hoodies and a pair of leggings.
The girls begin to whisper furiously amongst themselves when Harry bends down, gripping YN’s chin, and kissing her softly for a moment before helping her up and taking her backpack to swing over his other shoulder before intertwining their hands.
YN seems surprised as they walk away, her hand squeezing his tightly as she ignores the daggers being glared into her back.
“What’s the look for?” Harry asks when they’re finally away from everyone spilling out of the lecture hall, and on the walk back to his frat house.
“I was just surprised you kissed me in front of all them,” YN shrugs, trying to play it off like it wasn’t a big deal to her, “Most guys wouldn’t have done that in front of another group of pretty girls.”
It’s Harry’s turn to frown at that, stopping in his tracks to give her a look, “Why wouldn’t I kiss you in front of all them? You’re my person. I only want to kiss you. I don’t care what any of them think. I only care what you think.”
YN’s let’s a smile creep on her face, leaning up to kiss him for a long moment before she’s giving him a big hug and nuzzling her face into his chest.
“I love you. You’re just…” YN trails off, like she can’t find the right words, “You’re so good to me. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
Harry can’t believe that. It feels opposite, he doesn’t know what he did to deserve her.
“You deserve the best and I’m going to always give it to you. I’m going to show you off to everybody all the time,” Harry promises as they begin to walk again, this time his arm around her shoulders pulling him into his chest.
The sex dilemma floats out of the forefront of his mind only for a little, only until they’re in his room, and Harry announces he needs to shower.
He was still sweaty, dirty from practice because on these days he doesn’t have time to shower before class.
When he drops their belongs near the door, he’s kicking of his shoes and telling YN, “Alright, gotta get cleaned up before we cuddle. M’gross.”
He fully expects YN to make herself comfortable on his bed while he cleans up and what he doesn’t expect is to YN to follow him to the bathroom - luckily, he had his own and didn’t have to share with his disgusting frat mates.
“Wh-What’s up?” Harry stutters as his cheeks flush, he hadn’t had anytime to figure out how he was going to solve his stamina problem and showering with his drop dead gorgeous girlfriend wasn’t going to help.
YN’s face twists in confusion as he stands frozen near the sink, “Uh, I was going to join you? If you don’t want me to, I don’t have to. I just thought that-“
He could tell he had embarrassed her by the way she’s trying to overexplain her reasoning to following him in there but Harry also knows that normal couples shower together all the time and if he was fucking normal - he wouldn’t be so surprised.
He wants to shower with her, fuck, of course he does.
Harry wants to scream and pull his hair because in his lack of self-confidence and anxiety - he’s making her feel bad about herself.
“No, no,” Harry interrupts her, bringing her into his chest, and kissing the top of her head, “Forgive me, darling. This, just all this is new to me. I’ve never showered with anyone before. I’m still getting used to actually being in a relationship.”
YN seems a bit relieved at his explanation, kissing his collarbone and rubbing at his back, “Still, if you don’t feel comfortable with me joining you that’s okay. Not all couples shower together. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
Harry’s chest pangs because he just keeping mucking everything up, “No, I always want you with me. Please don’t second guess yourself, baby. Want you to shower with me. Want you with me every second of the day.”
YN nods against his chest but doesn’t make any move, like she’s nervous to be the first one, and so Harry does so first - stepping back to strip his shirt over his head before he’s slipping YN’s hoodie up and over her head.
He leans over to turn on the faucet to get the water warmed up, she’s standing there in just her bralette and leggings - god damn, she’s pretty.
Harry’s heart rate is going a million miles a minute as he shrugs the bralette over her head, her gorgeous tits bouncing out to where they naturally lay - perky but real and soft.
“Baby,” Harry huffs out in awe as he thumbs over her nipples - hard and puffy, they are making his mouth water, can’t help but duck down and wrap his lips around one as she whines happily.
She’s reaching for the waistband of his athletic shorts and briefs, pulling them both down in one go, and it’s not shocking he’s already plumped up and hard for her.
It was still a new experience, being bare and vulnerable in front of someone else - showing the innermost personal parts but he wanted her to see him, it made him feel good when she whispered how nice his cock was.
After he’s got her leggings and panties off, he’s bringing them under the stream of the shower, and watching in rapt amazement as the droplets slide down her neck, over the peaks of her breasts, and bead off her now soft nipples.
“Turn around,” She orders quietly, turning his shoulders until he’s facing towards the back of the tub, her hands come up with lathered shampoo and begin to scrub through his matted locks - her nails scratching against his scalp feel so good that he moans weakly.
She takes such care of him, his heart is melting for her as she washes out the suds before snagging his loofa off the shelves and beginning to wash down his body to wipe away all the dirt and sweat of the day.
It feels so amazing to be taken care of like this, he’s never had this before, and now that he does - he wants to cry because he’s just emotional.
When she’s finished with him, he takes it upon himself to return the favor, not because he feels obligated but because he wants to take care of her just as much and prove his worth as a partner.
“Ouch,” YN hisses when Harry’s fingers get tangled in a knot in her hair and pull it quite harshly, YN’s face contorting in a brief moment of pain.
“Fuck, m’sorry,” Harry apologizes instantly, he was on edge and he just kept making everything worse - he just pulled his girlfriend’s hair, “M’sorry, baby. Are you alright?”
YN rolls her eyes at him, stepping closer and flopping against his wet chest, kissing his skin, and nodding, “I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. Just be careful.”
Harry’s hands are shaking with nerves as he carefully weaves through her locks, taking his time with the knots before he’s moving onto soaping her body up - he would have to buy scents she liked as everything in his shower was more masculine scented like sandalwood and sage.
After gently running the loofa over her tits and belly, Harry dips downwards but she’s moving his hand away from her center and down her thighs.
“No scented products near the goods,” YN tells him as she wipes a stray hair off his forehead, “It will throw off my PH. I just use unscented soap for that.”
And once again, he feels like a fucking idiot and like he should have known that about female anatomy but he didn’t.
He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, inhaling through his mouth because he feels like such a twat today.
YN doesn’t notice, her eyes shut as she lets the water pound down on her skin, and humming happily as he washes down her legs, hand playing with his sodden curls.
They dry off and Harry grabs YN a tee shirt of his from a baseball camp because he loves seeing her in his stuff - it settled his possessive side.
YN uses his hairdryer to dry her hair until it’s nearly dry, just damp on the ends, and she crawls onto his bed, forgoing dressing in her shirt and underwear.
And Harry doesn’t know what to do because he wants to crawl over top of her, kiss her, and push inside where he knows she’s hot and ready for him but he also knows he was just in the shower for half and hour naked with her and he’ll come too soon.
“Er, what do you want to watch?” Harry asks instead, standing in his tight briefs near his desk with the remote - clicking through Netflix.
YN who’s got a confused look on her face doesn’t say anything at first, she’s literally splayed out on her boyfriends bed bare as the day she was born, and he hadn’t even acknowledged it.
“I was thinking about Bake-Off? We haven’t finished the season yet,” Harry swallowed nervously, eyes glued to the screen and not at her.
YN visibly deflates out of the corner of her eye, her shoulders slumping and she reaches for her top to shove quickly over her head before tugging on her underwear.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” YN responds without the enthusiasm she had a few minutes ago, Harry realizes for the second time that night he’s embarrassed her - he just turned down her blatant invitation.
Harry hates this.
YN is perfect, doing everything perfect, and he can’t get a fucking grip on himself.
He needs a second.
“I’m going to go make us some popcorn,” Harry excuses himself, tugging on a pair of shorts as he exits the room.
A few minutes later, with a bowl of popcorn and some water bottles, he enters his room again, frowning when he notices that YN had also tugged on a pair of his joggers.
“You cold? I can close the window,” Harry offers as he sets the food down and YN looks down at her hands, avoiding eye contact.
“No, m’fine,” She responds, her tone is unsure like he’s never really heard it, “I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I figured I’d cover myself up.”
Harry shakes his head, angry at himself as he mutters, “Fuck.”
YN glances up at him with wide eyes as she watches him pace for a moment before he’s stepping over to her, kneeling down in front of the bed, and putting his hands on her thighs.
“It’s not you. You never make me uncomfortable, baby,” Harry reassures her, he feels tears start to prick his eyes as he hangs his head, “I just keep fucking this up.”
“You’re not fucking anything up, Harry,” YN replies softly, her hands coming to rub at his shoulders, “What do you mean?”
Harry sniffles pathetically, refusing to look up, “I wanted to jump your bones the second you were naked on my bed. I wanted you in the shower with me before you even offered but I’m making you feel like I’m not into you and I’m sorry.”
YN titters, thumbing over his warm ears, “I don’t think you’re not into me. I feel like I’m not reading you correctly and I feel bad.”
“No, no, baby,” Harry refutes, kissing her belly, “You’re reading me right. I want you. Every part of you. I just…I’m really doubting myself and I don’t feel like a good boyfriend.”
“But why?” YN presses, finally forcing his chin up until his watery eyes are meeting her concerned, honeyed one’s.
“You’re gonna laugh at me,” He mumbles but lets her press sweet kisses over his forehead and temples as he struggles.
“Never going to laugh about something serious, if you want us to have a healthy relationship we have to work through whatever is bothering you,” YN encourages, cupping his hands and moving her lips to kiss all over them as well.
“I was in the locker room today and they’re were fuckin’ around and making fun of some guy who…doesn’t last long. It made me anxious because I haven’t been and I don’t want you to get annoyed with me because I’m not good in bed,” Harry’s gone teary again, YN is quick to wipe them with her thumb and a knowing, calm smile decorates her face.
“Baby, that’s why you’ve been so skittish?” YN shakes her head with a small giggle, leaning down to kiss him once more.
“Said you weren’t gonna laugh at me,” Harry grumpily reminds her, nudging her cheek with his nose before pulling back.
“Didn’t realize you were worried about something absurd,” YN tries to tamper down her grin, “You’re worried that I’m not enjoying myself when we had sex?”
“You had to finish yourself off,” Harry points out as a weak reason to his defense.
YN raises an eyebrow, “Okay, at the end? But the reason I was even close enough to get myself off was because I was so turned on and you were making me feel so good.”
Harry didn’t think of it like that, he blinks at her like he wants her to keep talking, and so she does, gripping his hands firmly.
“The two times we’ve done it, they’ve literally been the best experiences I’ve ever had sexually,” YN rubs at the bridge of her nose, “I told you no guy has ever made me come before even when I was helping myself along.”
Harry takes in that information, a sense of pride swelling in his chest, and twitch in his thin shorts at the praise.
“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, brushing his lips against her clothed shoulder, “M’sorry I’ve been being such a dickhead.”
“You just need to communicate. I understand this is all new to you. It’s new to me too. It’s the first time I’ve ever been in love with the person I’m having sex with,” YN admits as her body gravitates closer to him and her legs spread for him to wriggle in between.
“And I’m going to be the only one who gets you like this. Always gonna be in love with everything about you. You’re my person,” Harry reassured her, the nerves melting away because he feels so fucking safe with her.
The stage fright, the nasty quells of insecurity dissipate, and are fully replaced desire to please the gorgeous girl in front of him.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you needed to cover-up. I actually think we should probably do a no clothes policy in my room from here on out,” Harry rasps, his tone getting lower with the more arousal swirling in his tummy.
YN giggles kittenishly and it goes straight to his center, “Oh really? When did that become a rule?”
“Right about now,” Harry growls impatiently, tugging off her bottoms and panties in one rough yank before he’s lifting her thighs over his shoulders and making himself at home between them, “Fuck. How do you always taste so good, pet?”
“I-oh fuck, Harry,” YN whines loudly as her legs try to squeeze around his ears, he was so fucking dedicated when he went at it - licking, kissing, sucking every bit of her mound and what lay inside.
“Always want this,” Harry murmurs before lapping consistently at her slit while he thumbs at her clit - it was all coming naturally to him now.
“Yes, there. Yes,” YN encourage breathlessly when he finds the perfect rhythm that has her back arching of the mattress and legs restless against his shoulders.
The encouragement just spurs him on to thrust his tongue into her perfect, velvet core as his thumb doesn’t stop the motion.
Her hips speed up to ride down onto his tongue as she nears her orgasm, Harry reaches up to flip her shirt up to reach and knead at one of her tits, pinching at the nipple.
That small burst of pain tends to do the trip because she’s squeezing on his tongue, clit throbbing against his thumb as she tries to muffle her mewls as she comes down.
“In me, want you in me,” She orders brattily, pulling Harry up by his biceps and dragging him on top of her, she’s bossy as she grips him around the base and leads him straight to where she needs him.
“Fuck, fuck baby,” Harry moans as he’s overwhelmed with pure fucking euphoria, his hips starting to fuck in automatically as his noises echo off the walls.
“S’good, you make me so full,” YN whimpers as her lips brush against his on every odd thrust, “Love being full of you.”
“Darling,” Harry scolds between a groan, the dirty talk did not help his stamina and fuck, her mewling about how full she felt just made it worse because he’s giving a few more weak thrusts before he’s coming as well.
“Mm, thank you,” YN hums as she pulls him up for another kiss, a spark in her core when she tastes herself, “See, practice makes perfect. We’ll get there.”
“Next time m’taping your mouth shut, who knew you spewed filth like a sailor?” Harry teases as he pulls at her bottom lip, “Made me come on the spot.”
“I don’t mind being gagged,” YN says nonchalantly and holy shit, Harry is in big trouble with this girl.
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So im making an au for the mlb paris special (not a shocker), and I want to give Harry (gabe's bestie and totally not his bf) a miraculous
which one should he have?
Peacock
Fox
Turtle
Bee
Snake (Nino was going to have this one)
Horse (Alya was going to have this one)
Monkey
Pig
Tiger
Bunny
Dog (thin ice, I hate this one)
Voting ended onJan 5, 2025
For the ones I've technically assigned to another character, I can always just give them another one, ones that's not the one they have in main timeline ig, but who really cares
Also I'm thinking of maybe giving Nathalie one too but not sure yet
Not gonna go with the crappy ones like rooster, goat, or ox sorry not sorry, but they suck ass, I'm afraid
Prompt: MLB!Harry visits YN in the newspaper office after practice
Warnings: smut, 18 + minors DNI
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Harry and YN have been dating for almost a year now.
It isn’t surprising that sometimes Harry is nearly insatisable with wanting YN because he had to wait for so long for to find her that now he couldn’t possibly get enough of her body.
YN isn’t much better because even though she’s been with other people, it had never been as electric and mind-blowing with anyone else - it wasn’t even an comparison, nothing and no one was even comparable.
Sometimes Harry finds his mind drifting off to daydream about her when he’s at practice, working out, in class, and he has to think of other sad thoughts so that he doesn’t get hard wherever he’s at.
She has that much of an affect on him.
Harry had a lot on his plate right now with baseball, he had some pretty important games coming up, and the whole university was relying on his to get them to victory.
He had class this morning but then went straight to the weight room before practice, he’d barely had time to stop, let along think but during a water break on the field - Harry jogs over to check his phone.
It had fallen all the way to the bottom of his duffle bag because he hadn’t touched it in hours now.
When he sees he has a message from YN, he unlocks his phone, and goes to his texts - his eyes nearly bug out of his head when he realizes it’s a picture.
Not just any picture though.
It’s a picture of her that looks like it was sent when she was getting ready this morning after she left the frat and went back to the dorm room she barely ever went to for long.
It’s a mirror selfie, it’s not necessarily the raunchiest picture ever but it’s still just down right obscene to him.
She’s in one of his shirts, as always, but the hand that isn’t holding the phone is drawing it upwards a bit - just enough to show off the soft, bite-able skin of her belly.
Her underwear was low on her hips, her plush hanging over the sides and he wants to leave bruises on them for days, her thighs thick and smooth.
The following text had said, miss you already ☹️
Cue a twitch.
Holy fuck, she was unfairly attractive.
And that was his.
He has to reign himself in for the rest of practice because he finds his mind wandering to those hips, to the thin skin of her inner thighs, to how pretty her puffy folds are -
Harry has to keep reminding himself to focus because all his mind is wanting him to do is think about his girlfriend which doesn’t mesh well with him needing to be the best player on the team.
When practice is over, he’s never run out of the showers sooner, and not staying to chat with any of his friends - even ditching Niall with no more than a wave before he’s headed towards Chancellor’s Hall.
YN is alone in the newspaper office as normal by this time, she was working on final edits, and waiting for Harry so that he could walk them back to his dorm.
”Hi baby,” YN smiles when he steps into the office, closing the door all the way, and switching the lock before he’s pulling down the little blind that blocks the window so no one can see in.
Confusion twists on her face as she watches him do that, he drops his duffle next to the door before he’s starting to stalk towards her.
“What‘s going on?” YN asks with a furrowed brow as she pushes away from her desk and spins her chair to face him more directly as he comes towards her.
”Wha’s going on in, I was trying to practice and I got a picture to my phone that distracted me,” Harry replies roughly, his voice was already getting deeper which was a telltale sign on his arousal.
YN still isn’t quite following, “It was just a mirror selfie?”
Harry chuckles lowly as he arrives in front her, his hand coming to lightly grip her jaw as she stares up at him, “A mirror selfie showing off your belly, your thighs, your hips.”
Cue YN giggles with a pleased expressions, “Oh my god. You’re so easy. I wasn’t even trying to be sexy. You just obsessed at this point.”
”You’re too pretty not to be obsessed with,” Harry hums as he bends down to kiss her - she responds instantly but squeaks out In surprise when he slips his tongue into her mouth and she realizes this isn’t just a peck.
”Harry,” YN pulls back to scold, a disapproving frown on her face as his lips just move along her jawline, down the column of her throat with want.
”What? You won’t give to me here? Can’t wait to get to the dorm,“ He responds with his hands moving to cup her breasts, feeling them out before he’s dipping under her shirt to pull down the cups of her bra and thumb at her nipples.
”We, oh- we shouldn’t,” YN gasps as he pinches at her hard peaks, flipping her shirt up and ducking down to wrap his lips around one - her hand automatically coming up to cradle the back of his head.
He gets a bit lost in it, switching back and forth to nip and suck at them while his other hand moves down to slip into the front of her leggings.
”Fuckin’ hell,” Harry groans when he feels the wet patch in the front of her panties, feels her swollen clit peeking through her folds, and pressing up against the the thin fabric of the material.
”We have to be quick, c’mon,” YN gets out through a moan when he starts pressing on her bud and feeling it out through the damp fabric.
”Yeah,” Harry drawls, his arousal just seeping through every inch of his body as he pulls her to stand up, they really could be caught if a janitor or another newspaper staff opens the door with a key.
YN moves to bend over the desk but Harry quickly shuts that down, “No, want to see you when I make you come.”
He shimmies the tight leggings and her underwear down her thighs until the clothing is just hanging off one ankle - giving him the room to lift her onto the desk and spread her legs for him.
Harry hurriedly tugs down his shorts before he’s stepping between her spread thighs, rubbing himself up and down her center for a moment before fucking in.
”Oh, H,” YN mewls in pleasure as his pace starts off fast and hard - the desk shaking and a jar of pens falling over in spilling as he grips her thighs and brings her into him over and over again.
“Stay quiet f’me, baby. Can’t get caught,” Harry pants against her lips as she claws at his back through his shirt, she smelled so good - like brown sugar and honey.
”Feels so good though,” She whines out when he hits her spot right on, keeping that rhythm and her legs curl around his hips as her tilts her head back and moans much too loudly .
“Baby, please,” Harry scolds again, he knows there may be other people in this building - he passed a few on the way in.
”M’close, gonna make me come, H,” YN tries to whisper but her voice is high pitch and shaky as the desk hits against the wall with each move.
”Okay, s’okay. Give it to me, sweet girl. Show me how much you love it,” He encourages, dipping down to rub at her clit and it sends her right over the edge.
She looked like an indecent work of art with her tennis shoes on, pants and underwear hanging off her ankle, her shirt up around her collarbones, and her bra cups pulled down.
Harry comes at the sight, muffling his moans into her shoulder as he rides out the waves of his orgasm.
”Should write an article ‘bout this,” Harry chuckles as he begins to clean her up.
YN rolls her eyes, kissing him one more time, and saying, “You’re really the naughty college frat guy hm? Fucking girls on the newspaper editors desk?”
Harry dimples at her, pleased at himself, “Am I that stereotypical if you’re the only one I’ve been with? Now let’s get out of here before the janitor comes.”
the new one shot is incredible! loved to see them in a different situation that we aren’t used to. I’d like to know how did their parents react when they told them they were expecting knowing they were really young and his professional career just started!
Always Be My Baby
prompt: how harry’s family reacts to the pregnancy announcement
warnings: angst, smut, minors dni 18+
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YN was much more nervous than Harry as they pull up to Anne’s house in their rented car - she was overly excited by their last minute trip up to their little lake house with them.
“Darling, can hear you worrying from here,” Harry chuckles softly as he navigates the unpaved, long twisting driveway back into the heavily forested property.
Since he’d found out she way pregnant, he’d been obsessed with her belly (even more so than before), there wasn’t much to show quite yet - just a little pudge of her lower stomach.
His hand constantly was on it, when they drove, it was one hand on the wheel and the other on her tummy, thumbing at the skin.
“I just- we should have told her we were getting married and now we’re going to drop the bombshell that we’re expecting a baby and we eloped,” YN replies with a quiver in her tone, she loved Anne and Gemma, the last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset them or make them feel excluded.
YN also already knew that Gemma had the tendency to react strongly to news she didn’t like - blunt and unfiltered.
“If they’re angry about it, I’ll take the heat. I’ll always protect you, y’know? You and our bub,” Harry reminds her as he shifts the car into park and leans over the console to give her a firm kiss, “No more worrying, s’not good for our baby, yeah?”
Harry had thrived since the draft, since they moved, and since he found out he was going to be a dad - he was so family-oriented and ready to be the man they needed him to be.
“Harry-“ YN huffs unsettled, feeling a bit like he’s writing her emotions off.
He understands right away, mimicking her pout before murmuring, “Sweetheart, are you happy with the decision we made? Getting married at the courthouse, just you and I?”
YN’s brow furrows in confusion, “Of course, I am. Wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way than that.”
“Okay, we’ll then at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We did what is right for us, if they aren’t supportive than that’s on them but I can’t imagine they won’t be. Maybe just a bit surprised,” Harry reasons, his thumb dragging along her bottom lip before he is kissing her once more like he can’t help it.
-
Anne starts to get suspicious almost instantly, call it a motherly instinct but YN seems a bit flighty and Harry is overcompensating by being way too friendly to Gemma.
When Anne suggests they take a swim in the lake before dinner, YN refuses nearly instantly, and says didn’t feel up to it after the travel.
Gemma catches it when Harry’s hand subconsciously gravitates towards YN’s stomach multiple times before he’s quickly moving it to her hip instead.
As Anne lays out the spread of food, hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill, YN is nearly melted into Harry’s side - trying to get as close as possible.
YN is barely pecking at her pasta salad that Anne made just because she loves it so much usually but obviously not right now.
“Is everything okay?” Anne finally ventures, putting her wine glass down and looking seriously between the two.
“Mum,” Harry cuts in, dropping his hamburger back onto his plate, “YN and I have something we would like to tell you.”
“Oh my goodness, did you propose?” Anne smiles widely, she knows that Harry had been discussing it since after their first date.
“Er, I did,” Harry rubs the back of his neck before taking a deep breathe and spitting it out, “I proposed about two months ago.”
YN feels her heart drop into her stomach already when Anne and Gemma’s face drops.
“We got married two weeks ago,” Harry continues, his voice wavering like it normally never done, his hand squeezing YN’s thigh in an attempt to reassure her.
“You…? I’m so confused, Harry,” Anne replies carefully, trying to keep her expression neutral to hide the shock.
“We’re pregnant,” Harry tells them, “We found out about two months ago, right after we came home from Miami. I proposed and we got married two weeks ago at the city courthouse.”
Anne’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, Gemma’s mouth is literally gaped open in blatant shock.
Anne is a good mother though, so she tapers down the hurt from not being included and nearly whispers to YN, “You’re pregnant?”
YN is tearful, nodding as water bubbles in her eyes.
“You’re too young,” Gemma mumbles with a furrowed brow, “What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”
She then tacks on, “S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”
Harry’s heart shatters for his wife when she bursts out in tears at the accusation.
It was untrue, hurtful, disgusting.
“Gemma, enough,” Anne orders with extreme firmness, disappointment lacing her tone because of whatever her daughter had the nerve to say, “You do not get to just sa-“
Harry’s rage is already at a ten, he’s pushing himself away from the table - unbothered when his drink toppled over and spills down Gemma’s shirt.
“The fuckin’ nerve you have,” Harry laughs in disbelief at his normally supportive sister, “How fuckin’ dare you speak to my wife like that.”
If YN wasn’t so distraught she would have basked in the usage of wife but right now she didn’t feel like she could catch a breath.
“We’re leaving,” He announces in a tight, rumbling voice as he helps YN by pulling her chair out and his full instinct right now is to protect his wife and his baby.
“Harry, we can work this out,” Anne interjects, upset and tearful herself, she didn’t want to watch her children come at each other like this, “You were planning on staying for three days.”
“And I’ll find us a hotel,” He argues before he’s giving his sister one more dirty look, he’s handing YN the car keys and murmurs, “Go to the car, I’ll be out in a mo’.”
YN nods, sheepishly giving everyone a wave before quickly leaving the room - they all are silent until the front door closes.
“Listen, I’ve let you talk to me like that for way too long,” Harry tells his sister seriously, “And it’s not going to happen anymore. I will not allow you to talk to my wife like that.”
Gemma scoffs, picking at her nails like she’s unbothered, “Wife? We get it Harry, you’re married. How much did she have to pressure you to propose? Was it before or after she “accidentally” got pregnant”
Harry could tell her how he got down on one knee as soon as she told him that she was pregnant - how much surprise had crossed YN’s face at it.
“Do you not realize it takes two to make a baby, Gemma?” Harry knows he’s raising his voice, “Explain to me how it’s solely her responsibility that she’s pregnant? Because last time I check, she’s pregnant because of me.”
“Enough!” Anne finally shouts, at her wits end with her two children as she slams her hand on the table to stop the argument.
“If you don’t get your fuckin’ head on right, you’re not going to be involved in my child’s life,” Harry tells her, it wasn’t an empty threat, “Because YN and my baby are my top priority now.”
With that, Harry’s turning on his heel, and storming out the front door - making sure it rattles on its hinges as he leaves.
Harry makes his way out to their rented SUV, opening the passenger side door, and pulling YN into the tightest hug he can muster, “I am so sorry, sweet girl.”
YN is sobbing into his chest, her whole body shaking as she tries to be speak, “I di-didn’t purposefully get preg-pregnant. I would never try to trap you.”
Harry knows that YN is trying to talk through it because being accused of that had never even crossed her mind.
“Listen to me,” Harry says seriously, tilting her chin up and meeting her watery eyes, “I never ever thought that. We both knew you weren’t being consistent with your pills that week. I knew there was a chance and if I would have been concerned, I would have wore a condom and I didn’t. You are not the only one responsible for this pregnancy.”
“I just want to go home,” YN replies quietly, glancing towards the floor with sadness and disappointment interwoven between her words.
“I’ll change the flight to tomorrow, we’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and the go home, okay?” Harry reassures her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “I love you, more than anything. Please forgive me.”
YN’s eyes meet his once again, confused, “Forgive you? You did nothing wrong and your family was right to question me.”
“No, they were not bloody right to question you,” Harry argues softly, hands moving down to cradle her belly, “They had no business asking us about why you got pregnant. Let’s get you to a hotel, just want to run you a nice bath and hold you.”
“I love you,” YN sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Best husband ever, you know?”
“Now I’ve really got to get you there, you know every time you call me your husband - I get so fucking hard,” He smirks wolfishly, breaking the tension and making his wife giggle.
-
Harry finds a really nice hotel by the airport, it still is hard to remember that he, well they, have money to stay at places that aren’t just a single room, cheap stay but a top floor with a sitting room, kitchenette, balcony.
He’s easily recognizable and they were more than happy to find him a room despite their sign saying ‘no walk-ins.’
Harry waste no time in dropping their bags and finding the bathroom to begin fill the massive tub with water.
YN trails in, the steam and sweet smell of the vanilla body wash he splashed in to make bubbles, it makes her want to moan with relief from the aches in her body from traveling while pregnant.
“C’mon, show me,” Harry encourages raspily when she trails in but he’s already coming over to help remove her clothes.
He just admires her once she’s bare, looks her up and down, and just groans before his hands and mouth are on her, “Fuckin’ hell, darling. There’s nothing on this earth more beautiful than you all plump and full of my baby.”
“H,” YN whines in return when his lips find her sensitive nipples, they’d gotten so much more since her pregnancy, “Too much,” YN squeaks at one point when he nips with his teeth.
Harry pulls back with a mocking little pout, thumbing over the bud in apology, “S’too much? So sensitive now that you’re carrying my baby, huh?”
“Mm,” She replies noncommittally, her hand coming to push on his shoulder to get him lower and he looks up at her with a cheeky smile.
“What do you want? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me,” Harry teases like a brat, it’s obvious how painfully he’s hard in his tight briefs.
“Harry,” YN responds reproachfully, not in the mood for the teasing as she digs her nails in a bit in warning as she gives him a look.
“Okay, m’sorry,” He coos sweetly, understanding that she’s not in a playful mood as he squats down and murmurs, “Hi bubba, s’your daddy. Being good for your mama in there, hm?”
YN is smiling down at the interaction until her mind flashes back to earlier
“You’re too young.”
“What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”
“S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”
YN feels her stomach lurch before she’s taking a step back from her husband and turning to the toilet to empty her stomach.
“Whoa, sweetheart,” Harry replies in alarm, moving to hold her hair back and a hand coming to massage her shoulder blades, “Breathe, s’okay.”
YN has tears streaming down her cheeks when she flushes and closes the lid, her chest heaving a bit faster than usual.
“It-it’s not okay. I’m the reason your in a bad place with your family. I-I never want to come between you and them,” YN sniffles, allowing Harry to guide her into now full tub with her and make sure she’s sat carefully.
Harry scootches in behind her, letting her lay back against his chest, and his hands instantly come to rest on her belly.
“The look of your m-mum and sister’s face when we told them. They looked devastated, like I’ve just ruined your whole life,” She adds in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to let herself panic too much.
“Please don’t cry, darling,” Harry begs softly, lips kissing across her shoulder blades, “Don’t listen to them. If they’re not happy for us, it doesn’t matter. We are happy. I want you, I want this baby. I want it more than anything. You don’t know how much I want this. I-I never thought I’d have it.”
-
Harry was at a frat party, a group of girls flacked around him and his friends but most of them only had eyes for the star of the show.
They were joking about blowjobs of all things, not Harry but the other guys, and all the girls were batting their lashes.
“I’d have no problem taking Harry upstairs and showing off my skills,” A pretty brunette smiles widely at him, her hand coming to squeeze at his bicep.
The group of boys was hooting and hollering at the offer, nudging him with their elbows, and pushing him into the girl who took that as an opportunity to begin kissing his neck.
Logically, Harry knows that he should want this. He knows that he should want to go upstairs and get his rocks off with a pretty girl but he didn’t, he didn’t have any desire to do that.
He was broken.
And when he gently shoves her off and says, “I’m good. Anyone else need another beer?”
Chase, the first base player, makes a offended noise and chuckles, “Are you gay or somethin’ Styles?”
The group laughs.
Everyone except Harry and Niall.
Niall interrupts by saying, “No everyone is a sleaze like you, Chase. Wasn’t your first kiss your cousin?” Before he’s wrapping his arm around Harrys neck and saying, “I could use another Budweiser.”
Harry doesn’t know why he feels like he wants to cry but he does, he manages to escape the party, and go up to his room.
If he can’t let some cute girl into his bed, how’s he every going to find someone to be with and have a family.
Harry wondered whether baseball was all he was ever going to have.
-
“Don’t you cry too,” YN giggles, bringing Harry back from his flashback, “We can’t both be crying.”
“We can,” Harry chuckles throatily, lips pressing against her neck, “I wished and wished for you and I found you. My soulmate, meant for me, meant to be my wife, and meant to have my babies.”
“You and the bub are the most important thing to me. Just because I’m twenty-one doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I’ve never been happier, married to you, and I am so in love with our baby we haven’t even met yet.”
YN brings up his hand to kiss his palm then laying it back on her belly, “You’re going to be the best daddy on this earth. I just want your mom and sister to be involved in his life too even if they don’t want to talk to me.”
“If they don’t respect you, they won’t be involved. My mum is just confused but Gemma, I don’t know why she reacted like that. I expected more of her,” Harry murmurs matter-of-fact.
“Babies,” YN repeats from earlier.
“Hmm?” He replies, lost in thought.
“You said I’m meant to have your babies, plural.”
Harry laughs loudly, teeth biting playfully into her skin before his hands are moving up to twist at her nipples, “You’re funny. Don’t act like I won’t want to put more on you after this. Gonna make you a mama, hm? How many kids two, three? As many as you let me give you.”
YN let’s her head drop back against his shoulder when one hand moves down between her thighs, while the other still is pinching and massaging her nipples.
She lets out a satisfied moan when his fingers tuck between her folds and begin to rub at her puffy clit - her legs trying to spread as far as possible in the tub.
“Fuck,” YN whimpers happily, squirming a bit as he gives her relentless pressure in her bud with skill, “Don’t know how you’re so good at making me come.”
Cue his cock twitching at that.
“S’cause I was made to please your perfect body, your pretty nipples, this belly, your cunt makes my mouth-water,” Harry nearly growls with how low his tone gets as her legs start to quiver with the oncoming pleasure.
“H,” YN gasps when it barrels through her body, thighs trying to squeeze shut, trapping his hand but his other holds them open, “It-it’s good.”
When she finally comes down, Harry is cocky as he always is, “You look so gorgeous when your coming because of me. Fuckin’ hell.”
YN manages to reach her arm around, fingers wrapping around his length, and it only embarrassingly takes a few pumps for Harry to find his own end.
“Shut up,” He whines when she snickers at him, pinching her nipple once more meanly, “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.”
-
It’s pretty early in the morning when there’s a knock of the hotel room door, the two were already awake and cuddling in bed still - Harry had went down to where they serve breakfast to get her a glass of apple juice and had gotten bombarded with fans.
“Did you order room service?” YN asks curiously as the knock echos through their room.
“No, I hope it’s not some fan who thought it’d be a good idea to come up here,” Harry replies tersely, tugging back on his pair of shorts before swinging up the door.
It was Gemma and Anne.
Harry just gives them a look, biting the side of his mouth before very calmly saying, “If you’re here to stir up more drama, no thank you. You already gave my wife enough stress last night and I won’t tolerate anymore.”
Gemma’s a bit ready as she shakes her head, “I’m not. I came to apologize. I drank way too much last night and that’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.”
Harry begrudgingly let’s them in, “I’ll go get YN.”
He steps back into their bedroom, she’s still sipping on her apple juice in just a loose, lace nightie that accentuates the curve of her breasts.
“It’s my mum and Gemma,” Harry tells her softly, bending over to snatch up a shirt and leggings for her to pull on, “Gemma wants to apologize. It’s up to you whether you want to see her or not. I’m not pressuring you either way.”
“No, it’s okay,” YN replies a bit nervously, letting Harry help her change into appropriate clothes before she’s throwing her hair up in a bun and stepping into the living area.
Anne and Gemma both have gift bags in their hands, setting them on the table, and there’s a moment of awkward silence.
“I am so sorry for the way I acted,” Gemma blurts out with tears already forming in her eyes, “It was uncalled for and out of line.”
YN stands their quietly for a moment before nodding, “I accept your apology. However, I can inform you both that even though the baby was not planned, we are very much both excited to be parents.”
Anne steps forward and wraps YN in a hug, warm and soft, and murmuring, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a grandbaby.”
Gemma could clearly hear in YN’s tone that she was not fully forgiven, she tried again, “I-It had nothing to do with you, you know? It’s just that my brother just signed a multi-million dollar contract, just graduated college, and has his whole life ahead oh him. A baby…well that’s roadbump.”
YN grits her teeth, shifting into mama bear mode as she cradles her stomach protectively, “My baby is not a roadbump in our life. How dare you say that to us.”
Harry has rage boiling inside his stomach, watching his wife get riled up, and he tells Gemma, “You don’t control my life. I knew YN wasn’t taking her birth control consistently and I still decided to not use a condom. Happy you know the details now?”
YN is quiet but firm when she says, “I’d like some alone time now. Goodbye Anne,” before she’s turning on her heel back to their bedroom.
“Gemma,” Harry bites out in anger, “I think it’s best if we kept our distance for awhile. I can’t have you continuously upsetting my wife. If you’re not going to support us then you need to back the fuck off.”
“So you choose your wife over me?” Gemma scoffs in disbelief as Anne just lets her children figure it out themselves - her mouth in a tight line of disapproval and irritation.
“Yes. It’s my duty to protect her and our baby. It’s my job. Mum, I’m sorry but we need to catch up another day,” Harry gives her a kiss on the cheek before glaring at his sister, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
When Harry is making his way back to the bedroom, he’s disappointed himself, and he feels like he’s about to cry but he has to stay strong for YN.
She’s not crying like he had expected though, she had flipped on the television and shimmied out of her leggings to resume her comfortable position on the bed - a hand rubbing her belly.
Harry crawls back on the bed too, instantly pushing her shirt up under her breasts and smattering soft kisses all over her somewhat taut skin.
YN is alarmed when she feels teardrops on her stomach, moving to tilt Harry’s head up, and frowning when she sees his face.
“Oh honey,” She titters as she wipes his cheeks with her thumbs, “Don’t cry, my love.”
“I just wanted them to be happy for us. I mean my mum was but Gemma just fuckin’ ruined the announcement for us twice!” Harry huffs out loudly, knuckling at his eye, “Just was looking forward to having that special moment with my mum. She’s so fucking selfish.”
“H, we can deal with it another day. It’s not the time to try to solve the issue when we’re upset,” YN reminds him pulling him up until he’s carefully resting his weight on her, “Right now, it’s just us. And that’s all that matters.”
“It really fucking is all that matters.”
-
YN can’t stand to see Harry heartbroken, he lays down for a nap after their breakfast, and he’s seems low - in a stupor as he shuffles under the blankets.
She calls up Anne, just Anne, and asks her to come back over because she has a plan to make this all better (or try to mend the situation a bit).
YN orders lunch, sets it up nicely in the living room, and welcomes Anne in - she’s gonna wake him up but he must hear the commotion and comes sauntering out in his low-slung shorts.
“Wha’s going on?” Harry mumbles with a frown, he glances around and notices that Gemma isn’t accompanying them.
“Come eat,” YN pats the couch next to her.
After they’re finished filling their plates, YN starts by saying, “Anne, we have an announcement to make.”
Anne’s eyes go wide in faux surprise but she is smiling softly, putting down her fork and knife, and looking at both of them intently.
“H, do you want to tell her?” YN nudges him as he glances between the two of them in confusion, YN nods toward her stomach, and Harry catches on.
God, he loves his wife.
“Mum,” Harry shutters a bit, pushing his plate back, “YN and I are pregnant. The baby is due in January and we-we couldn’t be happier.”
Anne stands up, rounding the table and pulls Harry in to a hug, cradling his head, and stroking his hair, whispering, “I am so happy for you two, my sweet boy. I know you’re going to be the most amazing father.”
Harry is sniffling, seeming like a little boy in his mum’s arms as he asks, “You’re happy for us?”
Anne chuckles, pinching his cheek, “Don’t be silly. Of course, I am. You two are adults. You have a funds and ability to care for the baby. I couldn’t be more thrilled for both of you. But you, H, will always be my baby.”
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It unusual for the two to fight.
They weren't a couple who participated in pointless power struggles or irrational debates, just occasionally get annoyed with one another, if that.
It was unfortunate that one of their first major argument was occuring when they had so many exciting events happening in their lives.
College graduation was looming over them, after months of studying for exams, it was nearly time to take the finals.
Harry wasn't concerned about studying, finals weren't important to him, not with the draft ceremony only two days away.
YN had never seen Harry so high-strung or stressed out - he was usually very carefree and not worried about a single thing enough to make him on edge like he has been for the past few weeks.
His nose wasn't buried deep in his textbook for sports management, no, it was constantly on his phone to read articles and watch videos about the upcoming event and experts opinion on who was going to be first pick.
YN was not quite sure why he was so anxious, nearly 99.9% of predictions were that he was going to be the first choice.
It wasn't a secret he was already to be predicted to be one of the best players of all time, of course he was going to be picked first - any team would be idiotic not too.
It was the pressure that Harry was getting from every aspect of his life, his coaches, teammates, and the media.
The most upsetting part of this was that Harry had become so overly stressed out and pressured that he was drawn thin - he was constantly between working out, practicing, photoshoots, and interviews for ESPN and Sports Center.
YN can't remember the last time that he had gotten more than four hours of sleep, other than their 'date night' which was a evening they set baseball and studying aside to watch a movie with the promise of sex afterwards - especially because that wasn't happening quite as much with how exhausted Harry was.
However, not even fifteen minutes into the movie, he had his head tucked into the crook of YN's neck and was snoring softly with his shower-fluffy hair tickling her cheek.
She couldn't be upset because she knew how tired he must be, especially if he turned down sex because that had literally never happened before.
It wasn't anything they couldn't manage together, they tried to end up at least sleeping in the same bed at the end of the night - almost exclusively at the frat.
It wasn't until a day before they was going to fly from North Carolina to Miami for the ceremony and following festivities that things started to go wrong.
YN had three, yes, three final papers plus an article for a journalism class. The other two of her classes were comprehensive exams that took a lot of studying of all the information they learned in a semester.
Not to mention the journalism article that had been taking endless hours of research, interviews, and deep diving into archives of the library to get done.
It was always planned that YN would go with him, of course she would, he wouldn't rather have anyone else there to support him.
Not to be dramatic, but Harry knew that he would be marrying YN after the second date, it was just a matter of time before he bought her a ring.
He actually already had a plan of how he was going to propose.
After his first game in the major leagues, he would bring her out onto the field, just the two of them, and get down on one knee - fireworks lighting the sky right afterwards.
But plans rarely turn out that way.
YN had just stayed up for nearly sixteen hours straight, switching between studying flashcards and typing away viciously at one of the many papers.
Her lids were heavy, making it more difficult to blink at the bright screen, her stomach was in knots so she hadn't eaten recently.
Harry had been at a meeting with his management team, there was a lot of coordination that went into making sure everything went smoothly.
It had been an itching thought in the back of her mind that she wasn't possibly going to be able to go to Miami, not with everything due but she was still praying she could get it done.
Then that dream was obliterated into tiny, nonrepairable shards when her laptop died - unexpectedly.
She hadn't realized that the charger was not pushed in enough to provide the power to do so, which meant that she had just lost nearly four hours of work that her groggy mind had not saved.
Still hopeful, she quickly plugs it back in and pulls up her document again - only to be confronted with the thousands of words she was missing from her writing.
Fuck.
YN can't do anything for a moment but let her head drop in her hands and internally scream at the situation.
Tears build up from the frustration, the disappointment, but also the realization that she is definitely not going to be able to go to Miami.
Harry had been so excited, he'd been talking about bringing YN with him since they first started dating - over two years ago.
She knew he had set up dinner reservations, a couples massage, went out of his way to make this special for her despite the fact that the trip was supposed to be for him.
YN knew she needed to prioritize her education, she knew that Harry was her soulmate and she hoped they would get married soon but nothing in life was guaranteed.
She didn't work hard all of her life to get a good education just to be a trophy wife, she needed to be able to support herself if she had to be on her own.
Harry had also been on edge even more so than lately and YN knew this news wasn't going to make the situation any better.
The night unfortunately does not go any better after this.
Harry opens the door to her dorm room, his hair is damp from a locker room shower and his shirt is sticking to his skin from putting it on before he was completely dried off.
He had his practice duffel over his shoulder and an annoyed expression decorating his face, not the usual puppy dog excitement when he sees her after a long day.
"Why are you here?" Harry asks abruptly, voice rough from a long day of yelling - he doesn't drop his bag or make any effort to make himself comfortable.
YN looks at him, perplexed, why wouldn't she be in her own dorm room?
He sees the confusion on her face, huffing out like he's impatient he has to explain it to her, "I texted you like six times to meet me at the frat. I'm tired and don't want to sleep on your tiny bed. C'mon."
She didn't appreciate the attitude that was interwoven between his words.
She could understand and appreciate that he was stressed up but it didn't mean she had to put up with the backlash of it.
"I can't tonight, H. My computer died and I lost almost an entire essay that is due," YN explains, pushing back her chair from the desk so she can spin around and cross her arms to let him know that she meant business.
"Just come do it at the frat," Harry states, like it's the obvious solution, "I'm tired and I'm not tryin' to have a back and forth with you."
YN's eye bug at him in disbelief, scoffing as she says,"Then sleep by yourself tonight. It's too insane to concentrate over at the frat. I need to get this done."
"We need to talk about the trip," Harry replies, his tongue kissing the back of his teeth, "Figure out the details."
She takes a deep breath, it's not ideal to tell him right now when he's already crabby but she didn't want the guilt weighing on her for any longer than necessary.
"I'm not going to be able to go," YN's voice softened, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes as she looks down at her feet to avoid the hurt flashing across his face.
"What?" Harry drops his bag and strides over, he kneels in front of her, finger coming under her chin so he can make eye contact, "Darling, I've been a bit short lately. I'm just-"
She stops him with her finger brushing against his plush lips, "It has nothing to do with that. I just don't have enough time to finish all these finals if I go this weekend. I have to put school first."
Harry's eyes narrow, nearly into slits as he processes what she's telling him, pushing back to stand up, "I want you to come with me."
"I want to finish my college degree that I worked my ass off for," YN bites back, tears boiling over as anger sweeps through her body at his stubbornness.
"Why are you acting like you're going to actually need to work?" Harry asks in true bewilderment, "I'm estimated to be the highest paid player ever and this is what you're worried about?"
YN grinds her teeth because he is being so fucking obtuse right now, "I need my own livelihood, incase things dont work out. I'm not saying they won't but I need to be able to stand on my own."
"What the fuck are you even talkin' about?" He replies with more frustration than she's ever heard out of him off-field, "You know we're going to be together. I'll always support you, even if something happens."
YN throws her hands up in agitation, "I can't believe that you're being so dense. You care more about me attending this event than graduating from college. Do you even hear yourself?"
"Do you just not want to go?" Harry accuses as he stands back up and straightens his back - rigid and cold, "You should have been more responsible and had them done by now. Not acting surprised when they're due. You've known about Miami since last summer."
"I am so supportive of you, literally even second of the day. I don't appreciate your lack of understanding about this," YN tells him, trembling with a mixture of agitation and desperation for him to understand.
"Because I need you there with me!" Harry booms, louder than he's ever been with her, "I don't understand how you can't bloody see it! I literally planned three days of shit for us to do afterwards from massages to rooftop dinners and you're now refusing to go because a fucking essays you poorly prepared for."
A sense of guilt starts to sink into her stomach.
Even though she was angry at him for the way he's reacting to the news, she understands how much he must be hurting that she isn't going with him.
"Harry, your mom and Gemma are going. It's not like you'll be going alone," YN tries to remind him but his jaw is clenched and eyes fiery - past the point of conversation or reasoning.
"Right. Well fuck me for wanting the woman I want to spend my life by my side during the most improtant night of my life," He replies with a disgusting amount of sarcarsm laced through his words.
"You're being unreas-" She tries to argue but is cut off by his loud tone again.
"You know what. Have fun writing your essays. I'll see you when I get back from Miami," He cuts her off before slinging his duffel back over his shoulder and heading towards the door.
YN has tears streaming down her cheeks as she watches her boyfriend.
He glances back at her before leaving, reminding her, "I love you, more than anything but right now I am so fucking furious with you."
And then the door shuts louder than necessary.
YN finds herself wiping her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweatshirt constantly through the night as she trudges through the essays.
She half expects Harry to come back, apologize and just hold her for a bit, maybe even a text message but nothing comes and that's how she knows he's more angry with her than he's ever been.
Miami was only a day away and her heart shattered when she realized that Harry had no plans on seeing her that day before he left.
YN ends up drifting off to sleep with her head resting in her arms at her desk, only barely conscious at some point to move to her small bed.
Harry is always the first one to text in the morning because he's always up the earliest because of his beginning of day workouts.
When YN rouses from her sleep, disoriented and just feeling off, out of habit she grabs her phone to text her boyfriend - realizing that he hadn't sent her one.
A wave of nausea hit her at that moment, having her flee from her bed to the bathroom to empty her stomach into the toilet bowl.
She stays there for at least fifteen minutes, trying to breathe through the turning of her stomach.
It ebbs after awhile, allowing YN to jump in the shower and clean herself up, she just felt absolutely awful - emotionally and physically.
YN chalked it up to the stress, the fighting, the amount of work she still had sitting ahead of her at laptop.
Throughout the day, YN checks on Harry through their 'Find My Friends', he's busy from his location changing to the stadium, gym, across town at his manager's office, talking to scouts, and she knows he's not purposely ignoring her except for via phone.
YN found herself running to the bathroom once more around noon due to her stomach just churning but she figured that the stress of everything was really getting to her.
Quite a few mornings over the past week and half, she'd been waking up with an upset stomach because of all the pressure of the semester coming to an end.
Since then, she'd been cautiously sipping on a ginger ale and trying to get her nerves under control so that it didn't happen again.
She can't lie and say that she isn't constantly checking her phone to see if Harry has texted her or called - she would be shocked if he actually left for Florida without another word to her, that would be too out of character for him.
And she's right.
It's nearly nine at night, her bum hurts from being sat at her desk for the whole day and there's still so much more work to do.
There's a knock at her door, a bit harsh, and she knows exactly that it's her annoyed boyfriend.
YN gets up to unlock the door, she's relieved because she thinks that he's forgiven her and he finally understands why she can't go.
Instead when she swings open the door, Harry who looks dead on his feet doesn't make a move to come in - his shoulders are broad and tense, he looks unhappy.
"Hi," YN starts but doesn't get her full greeting out before being interrupted.
"Did you finish all your work?" Harry asks bluntly, raspy and sharp, "It shouldn't have taken you more than the day, right?"
"H," She replies softly, "I'm sorry, baby. I really really am. I just can't go. It’s not all going to be done by tonight.”
Harry swallows harshly, jaw flexing as he processes her words, "I can't believe you. You know how important this is to me, how important you are to me. Can't believe you're really fuckin' doing this to me."
YN has never seen Harry this upset with her.
Sure, she sees him rage and act like an absolute nightmare on the field but when it came to them - they'd really fought, sure they got annoyed with each other but not like this.
"Harry, you're acting like I am purposely not wanting to go!" YN exclaims with a tinge of fire, her tone raising just the slightest at the offense.
"You know what, have fun with your papers. I'm glad that all your stuff is so much more important than me," He bites back, his eyes are livid and his voice is louder than hers now.
"Yes, I am so sorry I think it's more important to graduate college than go to Flroida for a weekend," YN replies sarcastically, her hand squeezing the doorknob.
"You bloody know I'm going to be first round pick! You fuckin' know I'll be making so much money I won't ever have to worry. Neither will you because it will be your money too!" Harry huffs out, his anger rising as his neck starts to flush pink.
"It's not just about money, H. I'm not going to stand here and argue with you. You're being unreasonable," She shakes her head, truly though, she justs wants to give him a hug and tell him she's sorry for letting him down.
Harry just stares at her for a moment, deciding his next words before saying, "I'm being unreasonable? I think it's pretty fuckin' reasonable why I'm upset but you've made up your mind apparently. Have a great weekend."
The last sentence was coated in a fake happiness before he's pushing off the doorframe and turning on his heel.
YN slams the door to get across the point that she's not in the wrong and she's just as angry with him.
When she finally shuts her laptop screen, it's late and she has a headache - she misses her boyfriend because this is the longest they've went without talking and she just wanted to sleep in the same bed as him.
But they’re both stubborn, she isn't going to fold on this one because she knows she is making the right choice for herself.
YN can't believe she forgot to set an alarm because when she finally blinks her eyes open - the now familiar nauseous rolling through her, it's nearly noon.
Harry would already be in Miami, getting his tailored suit on, and nearly ready to head towards the stadium for the event with his mother and sister.
As for YN, she's hunched over the toilet before she can even move to open her laptop to start her next paper.
When the pains in her stomach subside, over dry heaving due to her not even eating anything yesterday - she opens the lid of her laptop to finish her final paper for Sports & Media Journalism.
She opens another tab on her browser to pull up ESPN live television to watch the coverage on the draft pick - she wasn't going to miss watching Harry just because she was cross with him.
When she finds what she's looking for, she hits her volume as an advertisement plays across the screen for leak-proof tampons.
Her stomach sinks clear into the floor of her dorm room because something clicks inside her head that she hasn't had hers yet this month and she has been nauseous most mornings.
There's no way.
Is there?
Actually, maybe.
Now that she thinks back to about two months ago.
-
YN had usually taken her birth control pills religiously- rarely ever missed one or forgot to set an alarm to take it.
However, it was spring break and they were staying at Anne's house for nearly a week and they were both admittedly lax.
Harry and her had been sleeping in until mid-morning, sometimes into the afternoon, and lazing around by the pool or cuddled up watching movies.
It was a rare time he got a break from baseball.
YN usually took her pill as soon as she got up in the morning but sleeping in with her warm, sleep-soft boyfriend who wrapped himself around her like a vine was much more tempting than an alarm clock.
She knew better but hadn't thought much of it when she took her pills later than normal that whole week, notably forgetting to take them one of the days they were there and not realizing until they got home.
It didn't seem like a big deal at the time.
And YN knows exactly which time may had got her pregnant - if she was.
YN meant to remind Harry to pull out, he normally didn't have to because she was so responsible with the pill.
She meant to let him know that he should because she hadn't been that week and she should probably get back on track before he does.
It was the night they got home from Anne's, in Harry's frat bedroom because despite how horny Harry had been that whole week - the house was entirely too small for them to have sneaky sex.
The walls were thin, Anne's room was right next to theirs, and the room Gemma was in was on the other side - blocking them in.
The bedroom door didn't have a lock and had a tendency to drift open if there was a draft in the house.
Harry pouted like a little boy the whole time, begging YN to sneak into the bathroom with him or "Please baby, just give me your mouth."
But Harry can't shut up when he's receiving any kind of pleasure and the last thing YN wanted to do was get caught by his mother or sister in the act.
And so, when they got home from Anne's, Harry had carried their suitcases up to his room in the frat, taking the stairs by two in his haste - it was on.
As soon as they both were in his bedroom, he slammed the door shut so hard that the wood was trembling against its post and the metal of the doorknob was shaking in protest.
Harry lifted YN up, making her squeak in surprise as he sat her on his dresser - his lips capturing hers and his tongue pushing into her mouth without the patience to ask permission.
His hands were everywhere, acting like he's fucking starving as he barely breaks their kiss to yank her shirt and bra off of her, none to gently.
"Missed this perfect fuckin' body," Harry growled under his breathe as he roughly cups her breasts to bring to his mouth where he begins to nip and suck on her hardening nipples.
"Shit, H. It's only been a week," She giggles breathily as she yanks at the roots of his hair - making him moan through the sharp pain - slicking up her chest with his tongue.
"Need you everyday though," He emphasized as he pulls back to admire the marks he was leaving all over the softness of her breasts, "S'never enough, got the best cunt I've ever had."
YN gives his curls one more tug, enough his head bends a bit as she posessively murmurs, "Only one you've ever had, you brat."
Harry looks up from her tits with a toothy smile and sugary soft eyes as he presses their lips back together, "Yeah, yeah it is. S'cause you're my person, right? Been waiting my whole life to give it you."
"Don't have to charm me, already got me. C'mon," YN rolls her eyes, bringing their lips back together as his fingers curl into the waistband of her yoga pants and begin to pull them down - kneeling as he goes, lips trailing down her belly until she’s moaning with satisfaction as he licks up her center.
-
YN remembers only realizing they shouldn't have done that after the fact, when they're already in the shower cleaning themselves up.
She had brushed it off because she thought the likelihood of something happening was so low - she is starting to think that she is poorly mistaken.
YN doesn't realize that she is physically trembling until she's jolted from her stupor by Harry's name being announced over the speakers of her laptop.
She had zoned out, missed his whole introduction because when she looks back at the computer screen, she sees her devastatingly handsome boyfriend shaking hands with a few men before being handed a New York Yankees jersey.
Holy shit.
As she watches him accept his new team, his life is changed, he is moving forward to be successful as expected - he’s smiling widely on the screen, eyes twinkling, and they cut to Gemma and Anne tearful with pride for him.
YN was struck with fear that she just ruined something for him, scratch that not just something, she’s just ruined everything for him.
They were so so young.
Just starting their lives as adults and they were only twenty!
She had a mixture of confusing emotions stirring in her belly but before she tried to delve into those, she knew she shouldn't get ahead of herself before she took a test.
In her haze, she leaves her phone at home when she heads out to go to the drugstore - she picks one further off campus in hopes of no one paying any mind to her.
However, as she tucks the boxes into the crook of her arm, she hears someone calling her name and she freezes in surprise.
Niall is jogging up to her, a smile wide on his face, "Thought you'd be in Florida. New York Yankees, huh?"
He takes in her deer-in-headlights expression before his eyes dart down to the boxes that boldy indicate what they are and his eyes dart back up quickly.
"Please," YN whispers, feeling tears pool up in her eyes, she really didn't want to cry but she felt like this couldn't get worse, "I'm going to tell him bu-"
Niall cuts her off, his face soft and concerned, hand coming to her shoulder, "Hey, no tears, yeah? M'not gonna tell. It's your business, not anyone elses. Do you need anything?"
YN smiles watery, she loved Niall, he was such a good friend to both of them but she shakes her head and he tags along without asking any questions when she goes to check out.
-
When she gets back to her room, the event is still up on her computer and there is a decent amount of picks that have gone through already.
YN can hear her phone vibrating on her desk, she runs over - all her missed call notifications popping up, signaling that Harry had tried to call her multiple times in the past hour.
"Hello?" She asks into the phone, if she was in her right mind - she would have already realized that she should have called him and congratulated him on his achievement but she’d forgotten her phone.
"You're that fuckin' cross with me that you're not even going to call and tell me congratulations?" Harry bites out angrily before adding, "Been sitting 'ere, waiting for my phone to ring and nothing. Not one fuckin' word from you."
YN's mouth gaped open for a second in surprise, his voice was raised and sharp, it had a rumble that was from deep in his chest.
"I meant to call but -" YN tried to gather her thoughts, her mind was going every which way right now as she stared at the bright pink and blue patterns on the boxes in front of her.
"But what? There's literally no bloody excuse for you not to call me!" Harry bites out, his mouth sounds much too close to the receiver and she can hear muffled noises in the background.
"I'm-“
"Whatever, I'm not going to sit on the phone and listen to excuses. I needed you here and you didn't come. I bet you didn't even watch it, did you?" Harry accuses angrily, a tremble in the strain to keep his voice at a low volume, like there were people around.
"I did watch it," YN replies but she knows that she sounds dull, unexcited, numb because she's more concerned that she's about to ruin the life he just began than arguing over a phone call.
"Don't sound so thrilled," Harry scoffs - calling her bluff but the hurt is laced through his words, "Whatever. I'm not going to sit here and beg you to be happy for me all because of a little fight. I can’t believe you.”
Then the line goes dead.
YN feels like she's going to throw up.
She snatches up the boxes, going into the bathroom, and is ripping every single white plastic test out of the packaging before laying them next to the sink in preparation.
She had chugged a massive amount of water that she had purchased at the drugstore on her way home - which could have also contributed to her upset stomach.
YN stares at them for a long moment, she doesn't think her heart has ever raced so fast in her life because this will change the course of not only her future but Harry's too.
She sits down, does what she needs to do then reapplies the caps and places them on the counter as she sets her timer for three minutes.
YN tries to keep her mind blank but it isn't working - she knows Harry wants kids, wants kids with her but she also feels like this might ruin his dreams - getting this dream job and then dealing with the weight of the responsibility of a baby he didn't plan for with the woman he would resent because of it.
The shrill timer has her jumping from the edge of her bed, legs feeling like absolute gelatin as they drag her to the tiny dorm bathroom.
She looks at herself in the mirror, trying to convince herself that they'll be negative but when she darts her eyes down - they're all blaring the same word to her.
Pregnant.
YN's breath caught as she picked them up and examined the one with just the lines further before she let herself exhale, steadying her breathing.
She instinctively puts a hand to where her baby is being homed, a new emotion that she's never felt in her life crashes over her like a tsnaumi.
It was a warm, honeyed mixture of love, fierce protectiveness, and awe of what she and Harry had unknowingly created with their love.
Harry.
YN doesn't know what to do.
She doesn't know how he's going to take it.
YN rushes to her phone, picking it up to ring him and it only rings two or three times before he's sending her to voicemail and ignoring it.
It doesn't deter her, she's calling once, twice, three times before he finally answers out of annoyance of her persistence.
"What could you possibly want from me right now?" Harry growls in frustration over the line, a tone she’s never head him use with her, "Humor me."
YN freezes in panic, this isn't how she wants to tell him when he's already so angry with her.
What if he was planning on breaking up with her?
"I-I'm sorry," YN chokes outs, she feels like she might hyperventilate with the stress coursing through her body, the calmness that was there a minute ago disappearing, "I-I'm sorry."
There's a short pause.
"Baby," Harry breathes out, the softness that she's used to seeping into his tone, "Are you okay? I-"
"I can't-" YN stammers, squeezing her eyes shut and swallowing harshly, "I...I can't do this right now."
YN makes a rash decision, she hangs up the phone and presses the side button until the screen fades to black.
Then she's setting it on her desk, ignoring the fact that Harry is most likely desperately trying to call her back.
She couldn't fight with him anymore right now, not when she was having to process that she was growing another human inside of her.
YN feels the exhaustion of the past week and a half of morning sickness, sleep deprivation from finals, and arguments with Harry hit her like a ton of bricks.
Her eyes close the second her head hits her pillow.
-
There's a loud banging at her door which startles her out of her slumber, her bones feel heavy and her head hurts from the day.
She can tell time has passed because when she fell asleep it was only mid afternoon and now it was completely pitched dark outside of her dorm - the streetlights glimmering dully.
YN drags her feet, assuming it was mostly likely one of the frat boys who Harry sent over to check on her.
She knows she looks like a hot mess, face swollen, puffy eyes, and a bun that had her hair sticking every which way out of it.
"What do you want?" YN groans to get the banging to stop, unlocking and flinging open the door without another thought.
To her utter surprise, it was none other than her boyfriend who looked absolutely livid but at the same time, relieved that she was safe and okay.
He was wearing a New York Yankees tee and his normal athletic shorts and Nikes, his hair still nicely gelled from his television appearance earlier in the day - a bit of sunburn on his nose.
"What the fuck is going on?" Harry rasps, looking her body up and down, "Turning off your phone like that. What on Earth are you thinking?”
YN just...starts crying.
She buries her head in her hands and lets the sobs wrack through her body, shaking her head because she just can’t fight with him right now.
"Baby, baby," Harry responds, alarmed as he pushes himself into the room with her and shuts the door behind them, "Okay, darling. It's okay. I promise I was just cross, baby. Please, breaks my heart to see you cry like this.”
YN allows Harry to tug her straight into his strong chest, wishing that his warm scent could ground her like it usually does but it doesn't.
"I need you to talk to me. I need to know what's going on. You haven't acted like yourself at all today, sweetheart. I know I could have handled my anger better and I'm sorry, my love," Harry murmurs into her hair, lips brushing against her as he keeps her secured to him, his hand slipping under her shirt to rub at the warm skin of her back.
"Don't apologize," YN manages to spit out, "It's me, I'm...I'm messing everything up for you."
Harry pulls back until they make eye contact, his brow furrowed in confusion, "You're the best fuckin' thing that's ever happened to me. You've never ever messed anything up for me."
"Don't say that, please," YN whispers, shaking her head, "I have to tell you something."
Harry's eyes widen and an almost heartbreaking expression takes over his previously rigid one, "Baby...you didn't cheat on me?"
"God, Harry," YN can't help but wetly chuckle, "When would I have time? You're literally trying to get it every other second."
His face smooths out, a boyish smile appears for a moment until he's serious again, "What happened? What did you do that you think could mess up my life?"
YN lets out a loud exhale before detangling herself from him, she goes into the bathroom to gather the tests into her fist and swallows hard before coming back out.
Without making eye contact, she shoves them into his palm and watches nervously as the crease between his brow appears as he brings them up to examine them.
It takes him a moment before his eyes meet YN's, he says, "Tell me once again, how you think you could possibly be messing up my life?"
"I'm pregnant," YN whispers as if he doesn't have the tests in his hands, "It's not..it's not what you planned. you just started your career."
Harry tosses the plastic tests on the desk, striding towards his girlfriend, and hugging her so tightly that it nearly hurts before his lips on hers.
"Sweetheart, you're gonna give me a baby?" Harry asks sweetly, his eyes watering and he chuckles as he wipes away the tears that start to spill over.
"I am," YN smiles softly, unsure as she thumbs at the apples of his cheeks where his grin is so wide his eyes are squinted, dimples popping.
"How...How could you think I wouldn't be anything but excited?" Harry murmurs as his large hands start rucking up her shirt to palm at her belly, "Never been a secret that I wanted this with you. Always want you more than anything, that includes baseball."
YN buries her face into his chest, lets him rock them back and forth as she feels little sobs shake his chest.
"I can't believe we're gonna have a baby," Harry sniffles happily, "Never thought I was gonna find the one, you know? Wanted my whole life for you, didn't think you existed. Then you just come into my life and give me everything I ever wanted."
"You just started your whole life," YN still feels her lips quiver while Harry pecks them over and over again, hands rubbing over every inch of her tummy as if he’s saying hello to the baby.
"You're right," Harry agrees with a soft smile, he's trying to hold back a sob, "Got onto my dream team, got my dream girl, and now we're gonna have a little family."
YN shutters out a choked noise, shaking her head in denial still, "It's..It's...We're going to hold you back."
The curve of his lips drops, into something more stormy, his hands firmer on her hips as he makes eye contact, "Stop it now, okay? I want this baby. I want you. All of it. Nothing, nothing is more important than this."
YN nods in better understanding, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing their lips together once more, "We're going to be parents."
Harry brings her as close as possible, she can feel his heartbeat thudding rapidly in his chest like after a long game.
She's confused when he pulls back, keeping her at arm's length before he's kneeling down, "I don't have a ring right now but I'm sure as hell making you my wife as soon as possible. Gonna be my wife and have my baby. I don't want this with anyone else, baby. I'm so god damn in love with you I'm stupid with it. Please darling, please marry me."
YN knows the shock on her face is visible, she must pause for a moment too long because Harry begins to speak again but YN is giggling and saying, "Of course, I'll marry you," before she's stepping forward and knocking him over with how much force she hugs him with.
It ends up with Harry splayed on his back on the carpet of her tiny dorm room, with her on top, kissing him and tugging at his shirt until she can pull it over his head.
"Gonna give it to your fiancé? Gonna show me what a good lil' wife you're gonna be?" Harry rumbles, the arousal already setting into his bravado as he moves to take off her top - squeaking when she bites his lip at his cooing tone.
-
It's not the wedding she thought she would have with Harry but that was okay - somehow what they ended up doing was way better than anything over the top or extravagant.
It's at City Hall, the witness being someone who happened to be in the courtroom that day - YN was dressed in a simple white dress, Harry in the same suit he wore to the draft pick.
By this point, her bump was just showing at nearly four months, so much had changed in that short time.
They both had graduated with their degrees, relocated to a small apartment in Manhattan, Harry was already in the first season of his new career.
It wasn't the luxurious lifestyle quite yet, they still had to budget their money and make sure they didn't eat out too much because Harry had yet to make any major money yet (oh, how that would change).
They knew their families would be upset they weren't invited to the wedding but it was something they just wanted to do for each other and the tiny baby growing in her stomach.
Harry sobs like an absolute baby when YN says "I do" and when it's made official Harry has both hands on the sides of her jaw and brings her in for a deep kiss before one palm moves to cradle her belly.
-
Harry was just starting his second season of the game, as soon as he had been drafted - he had been thrust onto the field.
It hadn't been a surprise when within a few weeks he was starting pitcher and on the hitting line-up.
YN traveled with him to nearly every game until it wasn't safe for her to fly anymore as she reached the end of her pregnancy.
The money had begun to appear in their bank account at an alarmingly fast rate, making Harry a multi-millionaire overnight.
They moved from the tiny one bedroom to a luxurious apartment in mere months because not only was he getting paid to play, the commision from his jersey and other memorabilia, then he signed multiple contracts with different brands like Nike and Smart Water for millions upon millions of dollars too.
YN had never seen Harry happier, they were both thriving, and they were loving the little life they created in New York City.
He couldn't be happier with his dream job, his wife, and his little baby on the way - however, he did struggle on the occasions where he was traveling for an extended period of time and was away from her.
-
"How are you feeling?" Harry murmurs, it's dimly lit in his hotel room - he's exhausted from a long game and the anxiety of being away from his wife.
"Bub is kicking up a storm," YN replies with her own smile, she moves the camera until it's on her belly - obvious against her taut skin when an elbow rolls into her side, "They miss you."
It was the wrong thing to say today.
Harry begins to sniffle on the other line, YN pulls the phone back to her where she can see Harry's eyes watering and he's rubbing his face against the sleeve of his shirt.
"I hate being away from you," Harry mumbles, rubbing his eyes before looking at the camera with a guilty expression, "I don't get it. All these guys have no problem going out and partying after every game and all I can do is miss you and the baby."
YN doesn't think anyone in the world would think The Harry Styles, newly twenty-one, millions of dollars at his disposal, and available girls at his fingertips wouldn't be partying after an impressive game - no instead he's in his hotel room tearful about how much he misses his wife.
YN decides empowerment would be the best course of action to make him feel better tonight, so that's what she does.
"H, you're being the best husband and daddy, you know?" YN reminds him, wishing she could cuddle him in this moment, "Providing for your family."
Harry seems to hear that, smiling a bit and nodding, "Anything for you two. I'd do whatever I had to, to provide for you."
YN has no qualms that she married the right man.
-
YN is about a week and a half away from her due date, her ankles swollen and the baby getting uncomfortably large in their home.
Harry had a photoshoot for a Nike advert in Manhattan today for a new line of running clothes that he was modeling for.
She had accompanied him, making herself as comfortable as possible on a sofa in the corner of the studio - sipping from a water bottle as she watched her husband.
He looked so fucking handsome is the thing, changing right there in front of everybody - showing off his rippled stomach, the sharp vee that leads into his shorts.
She couldn't lie and say it didn't do anything to her because the pregnancy hormones - well Harry hadn't been complaining with how often she was trying to get with him.
-
Harry had a late flight home, he fully expected YN to have been asleep by the time he dropped his duffel in the entryway of their flat.
However, when he trails into the living room, he's surprised by her sitting on their sofa, looking at him expectantly in just a tee of his and some soft-looking panties.
"Hi darling," Harry murmurs, his voice soft and low but she didn't look an ounce of tired as her eyes looked him up and down, "Not sleepy?"
"Mmm, was waiting up for you," YN agrees before casually tacking on, "So that you could fuck me."
Harry's eyebrows nearly shoot into his hairline, a warm zip of electricity making his cock twitch, "Baby, are you--"
"Don't," She complains brattily, heaving herself up and off the couch to trail over to him, wasting no time in getting his shirt off before he gets with the program and is taking over.
Harry groans loudly when his hand dips down into the front of her panties, "Fucking shit. This for me, sweet girl?"
"Please, m'so ready," YN huffs, not wanting any teasing like she usually does, "Harry, please. Stop messing around. Just want it.”
"Jesus, you're so fucking hot," Harry rumbles as he gently pushes her back onto the couch until she's laying down and he can crawl ontop of her, smiling more fondly when the large bump of her belly prohibts Harry from pressing himself against her like he wants.
“No, not like this,” YN complains after just a moment, pushing a confused Harry up until she can rearrange them until he’s sat up and she can lower herself down onto him to get deeper.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry gasps when she sinks all the way down, his mouth moving to lick at her sensitive and puffy nipples as she begins to lazily grind back and forth.
She isn’t rushed, completely lost in her own arousal as she moves her hips every which way to find where she can get the most friction on her clit and where he’ll be hitting her spot.
“No bloody wonder m’obsessed with you,” Harry remarks breathily when she begins to pick up the pace of her movements, eyes shut and head tilted back, pushing her chest further into his mouth as she mewls at her oncoming pleasure, “Never seen somethin’ better than this. All full of my baby, riding me like you own me. You do own me, baby.”
-
YN is taken out of her dirty daydream by a sharp pain to her side, it’s not like her usual jolts from when the bub kicks her too hard or throws an elbow.
Instead, she’s panicked when a gush of fluid seeps through her leggings and begins to drip down her legs - for a moment she thinks she wet herself until she realizes her water just fucking broke.
YN’s frozen for a moment, Harry’s currently giving the flashing cameras a dazzling smile in a mesh top and matching shorts.
The ache she felt moments ago resurfaces but feels more visceral this time, making her toes curl at the pain that radiates through her whole body.
She doesn’t feel like she can stand up, not without help, and there’s no one right near her but she doesn’t want to cause a scene by yelling for him.
After another contraction rocks her, it’s involuntary when she cradles her stomach and lets out a low moan of pain that has everyone turning their head to look.
Harry’s rushing from the white backdrop, over to the couch to knee down, when his hands come to rest on her thighs he notices the wet fabric underneath his fingertips.
“H,” YN whimpers, reaching to place her hands on his shoulders, “The baby’s co-coming,” She stutters over a contraction.
Harry goes into serious husband mode, “Okay, okay darling. We have to get you to the hospital. You’re doing perfect already. Let me help you up.”
YN gets to her feet, gripping her husband’s forearm hard when a cramp radiates through her stomach, and Harry just presses his lips to her clammy forehead until it passes.
-
“Alright, honey. I need you to push on three,” The doctor at the end of the bed instructs as the nurses flit around to prepare for the arrival of their child.
YN nods, holding Harry’s hand tightly as she pushes as hard as she can for five long seconds before slumping back down onto the bed and panting.
“Okay, we’re gonna give you a minute break then try again,” Dr. Dicer instructs before smiling reassuringly at the young couple.
“You’re doing so good,” Harry murmurs against her temple, pecking all over her sweaty face and rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, “You’re so so close. I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.”
“I just want our baby,” YN huffs between gasps of catching her breath, “Just want our baby, H.”
“Soon, soon we’re gonna have them, huh?” Harry smiles happily, his hands were shaking with nervousness and excitement all in one, “We’ll have our baby. Be a family.”
“Yeah, we wi- ohh,” YN cuts off in a groan, scrunching her face up and crying out, “I have to push. I can’t stop-“
“It’s okay, mom,” The doctor reassured her, settling back into position, “The baby’s ready to join us. Only a few more pushes than you’ll be parents.”
Harry’s eyes widen when he looks down to see brown wisps of hair as the baby begins to make its entrance into the world push by push.
“Darling,” Harry’s lower lip is wobbling as she bears down to give it all of her might and he nearly chokes on his own breath when in the next minute the doctor is holding a squirming, unhappy crying baby up.
“It’s a boy! Congratulations mom and dad,” Dr. Dicer announces before laying the baby boy on YN’s bare chest as he lets out little bouts of wails.
“Oh my god,” YN giggles between tears, her fingers coming to touch the baby’s strands of damp hair before tracing over his tiny facial features, “Harry, baby. Harry, look.”
“I’m looking,” Harry sniffles, his thumb coming to rub at the baby’s forehead before the nurses swoop in to perform all the necessary tests, “He’s perfect, he’s so fucking perfect. Look how good you did. Did such a good job at giving us our baby, mama.”
It’s the first time the nickname slips from his mouth but far from the last time.
After he’s cleaned up, giving a clean bill of health, and done with their assessments - the nurse asks Harry if he’d like to have skin-to-skin contact.
YN has to chuckle to herself, in her hazy mind as Harry takes off his shirt and the two nurses' eyes widen when they see what’s hiding underneath- checking out his chiseled chest down to where his happy trail leads into his shorts.
It’s forgotten when Harry sits in the chair next to the bed and brings his son to his chest, the baby’s cheek resting against his pec as Harry rubs down their back.
And he just loses it.
Harry’s full on sobbing as he hugs his son to him, tears running down his cheeks and chest shaking with emotion as he kisses the top of the baby’s head.
-
Harry had just had another failed date, defeated as he drags his feet back up to his room in the frat house to change out of his nice outfit.
There isn’t any reason he shouldn’t have feelings for the girl he was just out on a date with, she was pretty, smart, and they even went to the same yoga studio.
He thought it was going good, he even agreed to go back to her apartment with her but when they were watch some dumb romantic comedy and her hand went to rub at him through his pants - nothing happened.
Harry felt defeated as he made up some bullshit excuse that he was tired from all the work-outs and games, that’s the only reason he couldn’t get it up.
But in reality, it was because there wasn’t a connection with the girl and he didn’t feel like he could even create one with her.
This had been his reality for his full life, he’s ashamed to admit when he got home from that date - he laid in bed and cried because he didn’t think that he would ever find someone who he could be close to, let alone be in a relationship with.
-
Now he was sitting here with the love of his life and their baby - something he truly had believed may never happen for him.
YN brings him back to reality when she reaches over to stroke his cheek, concerned in her eyes at how much he’s crying.
“M’okay,” Harry laughs quietly, a bit embarrassed as he kisses the palm of his wife’s hand, “I just..I’ve never been happier than I am right now.”
YN smiles back at him, tired and loving, “I’ve never been happier either.”
“Just you, me, and Easton,” Harry murmurs adoringly as he kisses his son’s head, “I’ll never need anything else but you two. Only thing that matters to me.”
Okay but imagine mlbrry completely oblivious to the fact that YN wants to jump his bones. Inspired by these shorts and my mind running when I saw them.
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The three boys were at Anne’s for the weekend, she had wanted to take them to some sort of summer fesitival near her house.
It gave Harry, YN, and Briar some time to themselves for two whole days - their daughter just around nine months at this point.
The thing is…Harry isn’t even trying to do it on purpose like he sometimes does - he’s not even trying to be sexy.
But as he does domestic things around the house like fold laundry, fix a loose shelf in the pantry, and assemble a new big boy bed for Ezra - YN can’t focus on anything.
He’s in these shorts, the tiniest pair of shorts to exist that don’t even cover an inch of his tiger tattoo, they’re that short.
It’s not a secret that Harry is well endowed and so the bulge is something that’s hard to miss when he is in certain positions.
When he asks her to bring him a screwdriver while he’s laying underneath the frame of the bed - stomach going in and out as he breathes steadily, which makes his six pack literally twitch.
YN’s body automatically responds, feeling herself get wetter as she watches his biceps flex and the hard cut of his muscles as he moves around - he’s in such good fucking shape, he looks like Adonis.
She has to get distracted by something or she was going to lose her mind, giving one last glance over the light dusting of hair that leads from his bellybutton into his shorts .
It doesn’t help that it had been such a busy week with his games and the kids that they hadn’t gotten any time to themselves.
YN decides to step away, letting Briar hang out with her father, to the kitchen to organize the pantry, check to make sure nothing has expired but it doesn’t last long because then she sees a sight that no doubtly speaks to her.
Harry padding through the kitchen with a sleepy baby on his hip, he’s giving the baby little kisses all over her face to make Briar belly laugh.
It’s just…he is such a good dad and those are her babies, he gave her them, and it’s something instinctual, primal that’s makes her flush at the sight.
“I think s’about nap time for her. Do you want to try to feed her first or should I give her a bottle?” Harry asks, bouncing the now grumbling baby as she smacks her lips hungrily.
“I’ll feed her,” YN replies easily, stepping over to one of the kitchen stools and sitting down - literal goosebumps start to decorate her skin when her husband’s hand brushes her breast when he’s helping pull up her shirt.
Once again, he was oblivious to how on edge YN was as he hands over Briar before trailing over the fridge to grab a protein shake.
YN watches him as he takes a swig, neck elongated and Adam’s apple bobbing - his other hand absentmindedly scratching at his stomach - making his shorts dip for a half a minute.
God, what was wrong with her.
She’s been with this man for years, literally has him trying to get in her pants at least once on a slow day and right now, she drooling like a teenager.
Harry just makes it worse, not even on purpose, by this point he’s eating an apple and asks casually after he chews, “How bad does this bruise look? He had to hit me at least 75 miles per hour. I’m glad he got fined.”
Then he’s pushing down the side of his shorts to reveal where his hip and thigh meet, there’s a gnarly purpling bruise that takes almost of his side.
YN is more focused on the sculpted curve of his bum, the flash of his pubic bone where she can she his neatly trimmed hair, knowing it get thicker the close it gets to the base of his…
“Mama?” Harry shakes her from her daydream with a frown, “Are you tired? Want to go nap for a little bit, baby?”
Oblivious.
“No, I’m good. Sorry,” YN mumbles, her fingers dancing across Briar’s baby-soft locks as she finishes up her meal, “Yeah, that bruise does like rough still.”
Harry gives her a weird side glance before shrugging and tossing away the apple before coming to collect Briar to burp her and put her down for nap in her nursery.
“Why don’t you go lay down. I could go for a nap, want you t’join me. I’ll meet you in our room, ‘kay?” He murmurs, giving her a kiss before heading towards the stairs.
“Sounds good, thank you,” YN sighs as she tugs her top back down and finishes a few more dishes before going up to their room.
As she enters the room, it’s nearly impossible to ignore the ache between her thighs especially because the room is drenched in his warm, dark cologne scent that sticks to their sheets in the most delicious way.
YN doesn’t know why but this shorts have just made her feral today and they actually have time as Briar’s naps have been at least two to three hours.
She doesn’t look the tiniest bit sexy right now but she knows her husband could care less because he’s wanted her when she’s looked way worse - hell, he watched four babies come out of her.
It’s only a few minutes before Harry is stepping into the room, his shoulder a bit red where YN assumes Briar has been trying out her new baby tooth on her father’s skin.
YN’s sitting on the edge of the bed and her husband trails right up in front of her, about to say something sweet and encourage her budge up so they can cuddle as they sleep.
Instead, her fingers go straight to the waistband of his shorts, and her mouth goes the little strip of hair near his belly button to start smattering kisses as she begins to pull them down.
Harry’s stomach sucks in, ribs popping against his skin for a moment, as he moans a bit too loudly in surprise whenhe’s revealed - soft but still thick and big but already plumping up for his wife.
“Baby, are you-“ He tries to choke out but YN is wrapping her lips around his length and bringing him to full hardness in her mouth, “Fuckin’ hell, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Harry’s hands weave into her messy hair, chin tilted down as he watches her work on him - sloppy and wet just like he loves it.
Her hands gripping the pudge at his hips that despite how lean he is, has never disappeared and bringing him until the crown of his cock hits the back of her throat.
He gently but firmly holds her hair, keeping her head steady as he begins to shallowly buck his hips forward to use her mouth.
His words that follow are filthy.
“Look at those lips, meant to have m’cock in between them, yeah?”
“Sucha a desperate girl, give it to you all the time and it’s still not enough for you, hm? Must fuck you that good.”
“Can’t even ask, you’re so horny, you turn into a greedy slut but it’s just for your husband, right?”
“Already know this is your cock to take, right sweetheart? Don’t ever have to ask.”
He smelled so good, his skin a mixture of clean soap and sandalwood, her nose nestle in those curls she lusted after earlier when she took him all the way down.
“S’good, sweetheart. You know it’s yours to take, this cock is yours baby - know s’yours, can have it whenever you want,” He babbles with a deep, aroused rasp as his hips start to become a bit more erratic.
However, he gets a little too carried away and forgets how big he is - when he fucks in a little too much and cause YN to sputter and push at his hips to catch her breath, eyes watering instantly.
“Sorry, m’sorry,” Harry coos lovingly, becoming a bit more aware and out of his lust filled state as she coughs, thumbing the spit off her lips and leaning down to kiss her swollen ones, “Let me make it up to you, mama.”
With that, he’s pushing her onto her back and bringing her bum to the very edge of the bed as he takes off her bottoms to reveal where she’s sticky and drenched.
“Jesus Christ,” He huffs in disbelief, dragging his thumb through her folds before popping it into his mouth, “How the fuck did I land you, huh?”
Harry wastes no more time in tugging her legs up around his waist to prevent her from falling with her still on her back and slides right it to pure heaven.
“Yes, fuck,” YN mewls happily when he fucks in until their hips are nestled together before he’s pulling fully out and thrusting right back in, in a harsh rhythm.
He’s not going to last long after having her mouth on him and he has to get her there too, his thumb tucking back between her folds and rubbing at her clit with firm, direct circles - relentlessly and perfect.
“C’mon, need you to come,” Harry grits out, feeling his release building at the base of his spine, speeding up his ministrations on her bud as he pounds in her with abandon.
“S’coming,” YN moans with her eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracks through her body, back arching and hips moving with his.
“Good girl, give it to me so fuckin’ well,” He growls as his movements become erratic and uncoordinated, “You’re gonna make me come. How’s your cunt this perfect?”
And when they’re coming down, Harry pulls out and flops right on top of her with his full weight, sprinkling kisses all over her face.
“What brought that on? Not that I’d ever complain,” Harry ask curiously, pecking at her lips and nuzzling into her.
“Those shorts,” YN giggles because that was really it at the end of the day.
“My shorts? Just showing a little bit of leg gets your pussy soaked?” Harry hums crudely, his fingers dripping down to tuck back up into for round two.
—
It’s fair to say Harry buys multiple more pairs of those shorts and wears them any chance he gets in front of his wife.
