#w2s fluff

which is why your heart stutters when you hear the front door open. a shuffle of trainers on tile. a bag dropping. then his voice, muffled but familiar, worn around the edges:

“babe?”

you sit up fast, blinking toward the hallway. “harry?”

he steps into view a second later, hoodie wrinkled, cheeks pale, one hand pressed low on his stomach like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

you’re on your feet immediately. “what- why are you home? you were filming- what happened?”

“yeah,” he mumbles, eyes flicking away like he doesn’t want to see the worry already written across your face. “i was. but i, uh…i had a bit of a reaction. gluten or something. stomach’s fucked.”

you walk to him and place a hand over his. his skin is warm. clammy. his jaw tight like he’s trying not to show it.

“was it bad?” you ask softly, thumb brushing against his side.

he nods once. “didn’t want to risk being on a flight like that. ethan and cal told me to come home.”

“good,” you say, guiding him toward the sofa. “you should’ve texted me.”

“didn’t want to worry you.”

you help him sit, then tuck a blanket around his legs like instinct. he exhales sharply when he leans back, pressing the heel of his hand harder to his stomach.

“how long’s it been hurting?”

“since after breakfast,” he mutters. “thought it’d pass. it didn’t.”

you disappear for a second and return with a heating pad and a glass of water, kneeling in front of him as you settle it against his stomach. he hisses through his teeth but doesn’t stop you.

“you’re not invincible, you know,” you murmur, voice soft. “you don’t have to power through everything.”

he doesn’t answer right away - just watches you tuck the blanket tighter and run a hand through his hair, fingers gentle. he leans into your touch without thinking.

“missed you,” he mumbles.

you smile faintly. “you left eight hours ago.”

“still missed you.”

you let him rest his head against your shoulder, your hand finding his again beneath the blanket. and even though he’s hurting, even though this night wasn’t supposed to end with him home - it feels a little more right this way.

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

harry isn’t the most openly affectionate person, but he shows it in weird little ways. playfully kicking your foot under the table, ruffling your hair, sending you cursed memes at 3am instead of “i miss you.” physical affection makes him flustered unless he initiates it, and even then he’ll brush it off like it’s no big deal - until you pull away, and he immediately pulls you back in.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

he’s the chaotic best friend that drags you into mess and then helps you clean it up. loud, reckless, hilarious - but he shows up when it counts. your friendship probably started from pure banter, one too many insults thrown at each other before you both realized you were spending every day together. he’s loyal in the way only someone who’s never had to say it can be.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

he pretends he hates cuddling. says it’s “too hot” or “you’re on my arm” until you move, and then suddenly he’s dragging you back with a grumble. he’s a blanket thief, a leg tangle-r, and always ends up wrapped around you by the morning like he’s been starved for it.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he panics at the idea of “settling down,” but deep down, he doesn’t hate the thought. cooking? questionable. cleaning? chaotic at best. but he tries. if you live together, you’ll find odd little signs of love - your favorite cereal always stocked, a post-it note stuck to the fridge with a dumb drawing just for you, the bed half-made because “you like it like that, right?”

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

messy. he’d avoid it for way too long, hoping it’d fix itself. when it finally happens, he’s emotional - maybe angry, maybe too quiet. he doesn’t know how to talk about feelings without laughing or shutting down, so it’d come out all wrong at first. but later, he’d text something raw and real, like, “i hope you’re okay. i did love you.”

f = fiancé(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

commitment is hard for him. not because he doesn’t care, but because he’s scared of doing it wrong. of not being enough, of hurting you, of being hurt. marriage feels far away, like something for other people - but if he proposes, it’s real. probably impulsive, probably unpolished, but full of heart. maybe he blurts it out while you’re brushing your teeth or during a stupid argument, like “well maybe i want to marry you, did you think of that?”

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s not naturally gentle - he’s loud, clumsy, impulsive - but he learns. with you, his voice drops without thinking, his hands soften. emotionally, he’s a bit of a disaster. avoids hard conversations, deflects with humor. but if you’re hurting? he’ll sit with you in silence, hand on your knee, like “i don’t know what to say, but i’m not going anywhere.”

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

hugs make him awkward unless he really means them. quick side hugs are fine, but when he wraps his arms around you properly - arms tight, head buried in your neck - it means something. he only really hugs when he needs grounding, or when you do. and when you pull away, he always lingers just a second too long.

i = i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

very, very slowly. he feels it long before he says it. maybe it slips out in a moment of panic - after a fight, or when he thinks he’s about to lose you. it’s messy and a little rushed, like he’s scared of what it’ll mean. “i love you, okay? i do. i just didn’t know how to say it.”

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

jealousy? oh yeah. he won’t say anything outright, but you’ll know. passive-aggressive jokes, too-loud laughter, throwing his arm around you in a way that’s definitely more for the other person’s benefit. later, when you call him out, he’ll sulk and mutter, “what? i just didn’t like the way they looked at you.”

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his kisses are chaotic. one second it's playful and teasing, the next it’s slow and desperate like he forgot how to breathe without you. he likes kissing your jaw, your neck, your shoulder when you’re not paying attention. he melts if you kiss his collarbone or the side of his neck - won’t admit it, but it gets him.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s…not great. awkward. stiff. he doesn’t know what to do with them. tries to talk to them like tiny adults and panics when they cry. that said, if a kid likes him? he will be weirdly smug about it. he’s not bad, just uncomfortable. it’d take time - and probably you holding a baby and looking hot doing it - for him to start warming up to the idea of being around kids more.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

chaotic. his alarm went off an hour ago and he’s still under the covers. blankets everywhere, hair a mess, mumbling something incoherent into the pillow. mornings with him are slow, grumpy, and full of accidental cuddles. he won’t wake up properly until you kiss his forehead and shove coffee into his hand.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

night is when he’s softest. when the energy dips and he’s finally still, laying beside you, thumb tracing circles on your arm. he’ll talk more then - quiet rambles, half-finished thoughts, whispered confessions that only come out in the dark. if he falls asleep before you, it’s always with one hand still touching you.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he takes ages. he doesn’t trust easily, and he’s afraid of being vulnerable. he’ll make jokes to cover up the real stuff, push you away when you ask too many questions. but if you stay? if you don’t flinch when he starts to open up? it all comes out eventually, rushed and raw, like it’s been bottled up for years.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he’s got a short fuse for everything - except you. video games? rage. technology? rage. but when it comes to your bad days, your spirals, your silences? he’s surprisingly patient. like the moment it’s you, all his bluster softens. “take your time,” he’ll say, even if he’s quietly panicking underneath.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he pretends he forgets - but he doesn’t. he remembers the dumbest, most random things. like what snack you only eat when you’re stressed, or how you pronounce certain words. he’ll act surprised when you bring something up, then casually hand you the exact thing you mentioned needing three weeks ago.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

he doesn’t talk about it much, but it’s something small - maybe the first time you fell asleep on his shoulder, or the night you stayed up with him during one of his worst spirals without saying a word. it’s not the loud moments. it’s the quiet ones where he realized, “oh. they’re not going anywhere.”

s = security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

protective in the loudest, most ridiculous way possible. someone upsets you? he’s pacing the room, swearing vengeance, already halfway to the car. he doesn’t know how to fix things calmly - but he’ll defend you with everything he has. and when you’re protective over him? he acts like it’s no big deal, but it wrecks him. no one’s ever done that before.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

more than you’d think. he won’t talk about it, but he plans for weeks in advance. his dates might be messy, the gift wrap might be awful, but the heart is so there. he remembers what you like, what makes you smile, and he’ll go out of his way to make you feel seen - even if it’s just bringing home your favorite drink after a bad day.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he interrupts a lot. curses too much. leaves socks in every room and gets distracted mid-task. when he’s overwhelmed, he shuts down completely. but he’ll always circle back, usually with a guilty smile and some sort of peace offering (read: snacks).

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

lowkey vain. he’ll act like he doesn’t care, but he’ll redo his hair three times before leaving the house and absolutely checks how he looks in your phone camera. he loves when you compliment him though - it hits different coming from you.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

he wouldn’t admit it, but yes. he’d go back to pretending everything’s fine, making noise so he doesn’t have to feel the silence. but nothing would taste the same, feel the same, be the same. it’d be like breathing with half a lung.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

he gets weirdly fixated on “your songs.” like, if something plays that reminds him of you, it’s your song now. he’ll replay it in the car, send you the link with no context, and casually say “this is so us” like it’s not the 47th time you’ve heard it that week.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he hates being lied to - especially if it’s to “protect his feelings.” he wants real, even if it’s messy. performative behavior also grates on him - he’d rather you be weird and honest than perfect and fake.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

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