styles

“Hey” You smiled walking up to him hunched over. You ran your hands up and down his bare back making him sigh deeply. “What are you feeling?” You hugged him from the back resting your cheek on him

“I don’t know- His voice husky- nervous I think” He grabbed your arm and turned to face you

He held his smile in. You cupped his face tiptoeing up to reach his forehead 

“I love you” you whispered 

He smiled under you

“I needed to hear that…. I’m just pissed- He let go of you and walked to a cabinet to get a mug- Jeff knows how much I hate that show… Howard” He grabbed a mug and gestured to you asking if you wanted tea too. You nodded. Harry poured the cup and handed it to you

“And I know I should suck it up, but I don’t want to deal with Howard’s bullshit.” You both stood in silence sipping your tea

“try not to sike yourself out. You control the interview and you can steer it around. Don’t let Howard push you around. I speak from experience.” Harry laughed while you rolled your eyes.

***

“So y/n you have been making music for a couple years now. When did you start” Howard spoke through his microphone to you

“Yeah I have, since high school, so fourish years? yeah”

“So what’s the new album about, explain it to me”

“Well it’s about growing up and finding love I guess…. some of this, some of that.” You laughed

“Yeah some of this some of that, I think we kind of get what that is. Sex life of yours” Howard said flatly, laughing

You knew this was going south.

“Yeah you could say that” you looked down laughing nervously

“You are friends with a lot of, well, hot guys, am I right?”

“Sure”

“I mean you hang out a lot with like, Jack Harlow, Shawn Mendes… is it about them at all?”

“Uhh-”

“You are a very attractive young lady, I’m sure men are constantly, you know, into you. Wanna have sex with you.”

“I uhh… no…” you were speechless at the things he was saying to you. Not only uncomfortable, but embarrassed. You’re never had a hard time speaking your mind, but this is the first time anyone has ever openly sexualized you for entertainment purposes. 

“So you’ve never, like, walked to a party and have had guys lunging at you?” He chuckled again

“I don’t understand what you’re trying to get at Howard.”

“Well-

You cut him off “Do you find this entertaining? Are you just trying to sexualize me while on the air.”

“I’m not-

“You are, Howard. Is this how you usually make women feel? But I mean it’s not only women that you make feel uncomfortable on this show is it? Don’t do that”

“No y/n, I just ask the questions that everyone wants answered. Anyways we are ready to hear your new song…..”

***

“Howard Stern is an animal- you sipped at your tea making Harry laugh- You just need to stand up to him. Show him who’s boss”

“Yeah,, I’m the boss right?” He sipped his tea making eye contact with you from over the cup

“Yes sir, you are indeed the boss” 

Harry laughed out. He set his coffee down beside him and hugged himself. He repositioned himself to face you across the kitchen. 

“You know I wouldn’t feel this comfortable if I didn’t know you were going to be cheering me on”

“Harry, I will always, always, always cheer you on. I’m your number one fan…. believe it or not.” You walked up to him chest to chest and ran your hands up his arms and chest. “I love you, so much, and I absolutely hate when assholes like Howard Stern take you for granted and are downright inconsiderate of anyone but themselves.”

“You mind coming with me?” He wrapped his arms around your back side

“Never” he smiled at you and leaned into you while pulling your head up with his pointer finger. He kissed your lips softly, not the usual kiss he would go for. You and Harry’s relationship was silly and fun, but you two knew when it was a serious moment and you actually needed each other’s support. This was a moment where you gladly pushed everything of yours to the side to be there for Harry. He was the sweetest man alive. He never deserved anything that the media or stupid, insecure men like Howard Stern had to say. 

~~~

You got ready to leave the house and grabbed your car keys. Harry was already picked up by Jeff to head to the studio, so you were driving yourself. You made it to the studio, which was only a couple minutes down from your and Harry’s house. You arrived and texted Harry and Jeff to let them know you were so one of them could come get you. 

You and Jeff got along, but like anyone you two had your differences. You had a different choice of what a manager-client relationship should look like and Harry and Jeff’s didn’t fit. There was a conflict of interest because Jeff looked at the business and PR side of Harry, rather than a true caring for Harry and his well being. This made you confused because Jeff and Harry were great friends for years, and for those many years, Jeff lacked the compassion a friend should have. 

“Hey y/n!” Jeff called across the parking lot

“Hey you.” He pulled you into a side hug

“How’s Harry?”

“Good. It’s good you’re here” He smiled at you.

You two walked to the double doors and he opened one for you. You passed a quick “thank you” and let him lead you to the back. You passed a couple employees who started whispering as soon as they saw you. It was no secret that you detested Howard Stern, publicly too. There was a reason you never came back on the show. After you and Harry got together, he had been on the show once before, until now. 

Jeff led you to a room and knocked then waited for a “come in” when he opened the door for you. 

“He starts in about 20 minutes, so you guys can just hang out.”

“Okay, thank you, Jeff” You softly smiled at him. 

You walked in to see Harry laying flatback on the couch. You put your bag down and went to the side of the couch to sit

“Hey baby.” You sat

He opened his eyes and stretched his neck up to meet your eyes. He smiled

“Hi beautiful.”

“What can I do?”

“What do you mean?” He pushed himself up and put his hands behind him to stabilize his body. 

“I wanna calm your nerves. Make you feel comfortable, what can I do?”

He sat up and moved his legs from your side. He sat regular on the couch with his legs spread. You watched him.

He smirked, “I can think of a couple things.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Fine- He held your hips as you kicked off your shoes and moved over to straddle him- but only because of the situation.”

“What you’re not putting out for your amazing husband that pleases you like no other.”

Your jaw dropped “This morning you were emotional and now you’re all horny.”

“Do.. you.. have a preference then?”

“I’m not a fan of the latter if I’m being honest” He laughed

“You really make everything better.” He pecked your nose

“That’s my forever job. I think I do it pretty well.” You started to grind on Harry’s hips. His eyes rolled

“You do an amazing job”

He connected his lips to yours. Starting off soft, but soon needy to feel deeper in you. He moved his hands from your hips, which were still rocking, to your head, pulling you closer as he laid back. You stabilized yourself by putting your hands on either side of him on the couch. 

He continued kissing your lips before moving onto your cheek and trailed to your chin. He marked his way across your jawline leaving open mouthed kisses. “Harry” you moaned out, breathing heavier than before. He made his way back to your lips then he tugged on your t shirt telling you he wanted it off. You obliged by holding the bottom and stretching your torso to pull the shirt over your head. 

Harry loved watching you strip. Your body was far from perfect, having loose skin here and there, and stretch marks, but Harry worshipped you every day that he could. 

You tossed your shirt to the side of the room and left yourself in a bra. You smiled at Harry and breathed heavy, nodding at his shirt wanting to see it off of him. He quickly grabbed it off his body also tossing it to the side, then grabbed your body and leaned you to his right. You laid flat on the couch and pulled him by the neck to kiss you again. 

The kiss was short because he started trailing down your body. You put your hands in his hair, messing it up and pulling it. He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down, before he attached his lips back to your tummy and kissed down your happy trail to your underwear. He hooked his fingers inside and before he pulled them down-

“Stop” You said looking at him

“What baby? Are you alright?”

“This is about you, not me, let me suck you off or something”

His eyes turned dark before he lowered himself back down to your heat. “Sweetheart, the taste of you will make me feel better than anything in this world.” You felt his breath below you 

“It’s all yours” you say letting your head rest back down. 

At your words he quickly pulled your panties down and bent your legs over his shoulders. He licked your clit and blew air to tease you of his lips. He put his tongue back to your pussy and licked it high and low. He created a rhythm that coursed through your body. You started to rock your hips against his mouth and he moaned “Fuck y/n, that’s it” He continued to wipe stripes with his tongue on your clit. 

“Harr-“ You started to scream but Harry’s hand covered your mouth

He detached his lips from your pussy and moved up to your head. “You little shit? Did you forget your place? You can’t scream here- with his hand still over your mouth he trailed his fingers slowly down your torso, passing goosebumps over your skin. He covered your clit with his hand making you go crazy in need for friction. You grind and push yourself to reach his hand, but instead he moves his hand covering your mouth, to your throat -I know you want everyone to know how much I please you, even that bastard Howard Stern. You have to be quiet baby. Can you do that for me?” 

You nodded your head rapidly “That’s my girl” He leaned down to kiss your forehead, meanwhile he started pumping fingers into your hole. Starting with one, then two, his fingers were coated in your sweetness. He groaned at the feeling of your wetness making you almost reach your high. 

He started to unbuckle his pants when a loud knock on the door made you both stop and turn your heads

Jeff, “Hey Harry we are ready for you any moment” 

Harry sighed, putting his weight on top of you “Yeah give me a minute I’ll be out” You two exchanged a sad smile. He lifted himself off your body and buckled his belt back up. You sat up and took his hand that he offered to you and stood fully. He grabbed both of your shirts looking at the print on it.

“Vintage Stevie Wonder?” He held your shirt up for you to see

“Yeah” you nodded running your fingers through your messy hair, trying to restrain it and seem a bit presentable. Not like you were about to have sex with your husband at his interview, or anything. You raised your arm to grab the shirt from his hold, but he quickly moved the shirt from your reach. 

“I’m gonna wear it”

He gains an eye roll from you. “Shirt stealer now?”

“Not really stealing if it was mine in the first place.” He tugs the shirt over his head, kisses your forehead, and is out the door. 

You grabbed the shirt that Harry was supposed to be wearing, a strawberry Gucci shirt. You searched the inside seeing the special tag marking it a custom from Gucci to Harry. You knew he’d be in big trouble when he was on the air without it. You pulled it over your head, and also made your way out of the room to watch Harry from behind the scenes.

~~~

Your journey to the sound booth was longer than you anticipated with employees and interns coming up to you on the short walk, asking for pictures. 

You never really liked to admit your “fame” or being a “celebrity”. You thought there were more important things in the world than having money or being famous. You loved to help people and you used your wealth, knowledge, and platform. This is what made you completely catch Harry off guard. You were outspoken and wanted justice for anyone who didn’t have it. Harry loved this about you, how you weren’t afraid to speak your mind, a lot less than many of the women he’s known or come across. 

“Hi y/n! I’m a huge fan, do you mind?” The sweet intern showed you her phone alluding to wanting a photo.

“Of course! Always.” You smiled and pulled her in for a side hug for the picture. 

You talked with her a bit before excusing yourself to go find Harry. You never minded taking photos with fans because you know how much it means to them, and they are the reason for so much of your incredible life.

You made it to the sound booth and let yourself in. You found a seat next to Jeff and watched inside the studio. Harry Lambert was fixing Harry’s shirt trying to get the wrinkles out quickly, which was plausibly your fault. Howard was speaking into the mic sound checking and also gave a small outline of the plan for todays interview. Harry spotted you and smiled immediately blowing a kiss and a wave. You smiled and patted your cheek showing where the kiss landed. Harry shook his head and patted his lips. Your eyes rolled and you once again patted your face, this time your lips for Harry’s satisfaction. 

Harry Lambert caught a glimpse of the small exchange and shook his head, looking back at you through the window. He said his goodbye to Harry and walked into the sound booth to be seated for the interview. He walked behind you and leaned down to your ear

“I suppose you have something to do with the random, extremely wrinkled Stevie Wonder shirt on the back of your husband, who is supposed to be wearing the strawberry shirt that is on your back?” 

You smiled shifting your weight in your seat to look up at him. “possibly” you smirked and kissed his cheek. Harry smiled and found his seat to your left, opposite of Jeff on your right. 

~~~

 The interview started off swiftly with Howard introducing Harry and asking a few questions about the album. Harry performed ‘Boyfriends’ first, then was asked about his new movies coming out in the year. Harry felt comfortable with you there in the next room, feeling your support. Howard was playing it easy which was nice. 

Harry played ‘Late Night Talking’ next. You moved around in your chair enjoying the beat and cracked up with Lambert as he mocked you of your dancing a couple of times. 

The song finished and Howard asked Harry about the song and when it was written.

“Erm well it’s been quite a while since my last album, and in those three years I’ve been a really really lucky man and I met someone really special. And you know a lot of the album is about her. Well, actually all of it. And so late night talking is about the first few nights me and this lovely lady spent together…… just getting to know each other.”

You blushed. 

“I wonder who that lovely lady is” Jeff joked. 

You play punched his side and laughed.

~~~

“And we all know who that lady is right Harry?” Howard asked

Harry smiled and nodded thinking of you

“How is y/n doing? How’s married life? Have you tamed her down yet?”

Harry straightened in his seat at his comment. You shifted. 

“She’s good. Radiant as ever.”

“Good good. The last time she on my show… was her last. you know that.” He laughed

“Well it was for good reason, was it not?” Harry started to get a little heated. No one would speak about you like this ever. It was his job to protect you. No one speaks about his y/n like that. 

“If you call throwing a tantrum a good reason.”

Harry’s blood boiled. Your cheeks turned bright red. The band, Jeff, and Lambert looked around at each other worried of the outcome of this. 

“She didn’t throw a tantrum. She responded very well to a stupid remark.”

“I mean, she threw a little fit, did she not. It’s okay to talk about the wife, Harry. But anyways, I’m sure she’s a pretty little thing to have at your disposal.” 

Harry lost it. 

“No Howard I won’t trash talk my wife. And neither will you. You don’t talk about her. ever. You violated her, just like you violate everyone on your show. And you don’t talk about our private life either. Don’t objectify her. Everyone hates you because you’re just an insecure, little dick man.-“

Jaws dropped. Everyone was wide eyed waiting for the next thing said. 

“Now Harry, there’s no need to get angry for y/n-“

“IM NOT ANGRY- Harry yelled at Howard making everyone wince at his shouting. He had veins popping out of his neck and forehead- don’t fucking talk about her…I’m done” He stood up and started out the door

You stood up watching Harry storm out of the room, through the sound room, out the door. A heavy breeze passed you as Harry walked past the three of you, watching in shock. Everyone was shocked at Harry’s outburst, which clearly happened for good cause.

“We will be right back, then” Howard mumbled into the mic

~~~

You ran out the door following Harry, who escaped to the bathroom. You opened the door hearing Harry cursing under his breath. He was in the first stall on his knees. You ran in and saw him being that the door wasn’t closed, throwing up into the toilet. 

“Oh sweetheart” Your heart broke seeing him in a disarray. You fell next to him holding his shoulders and curling some loose hair behind his ears. You brushed through his hair with your fingers and rubbed his back. Harry finished throwing up and looked up at you

You grabbed a bit of toilet paper to wipe the dribble from his mouth. He smiled at you then once more felt his stomach weaken again. He moved back over the toilet and your heart sank. He took a moment and stopped throwing up. 

“Okay that’s it… I feel better.” He turned back over to you and held your cheek. You wiped his mouth again and shyly smiled. 

“I’m sorry that happened, Harry.” 

“Don’t be my love, it wasn’t your fault. He shouldn’t have said that” He held your cheek and pulled you in for a kiss. Your lips lightly touched his before you remembered that he’d just thrown up and you pushed his head off of you. 

“No no no we aren’t gonna do that right now. Let me get you some water. Do you feel alright otherwise?” 

“Yeah”

You kissed his temple and stood up. Before you opened the door you were met by a stage assistant. 

“Hello Mrs. Styles, do you need anything? Or does Mr. Styles?”

“Yes, could I get a water and maybe some chips for him? Thank you.” 

He quickly left and pushed the door open for Jeff to walk in. Harry still sat on the floor, just pondering what had gone down. 

“Is everything okay?” Jeff asked 

“He’s poorly. Why?”

“He still has to do the interview….” He whispered

“I’m not an invalid you can talk to me Jeffery.” Harry spoke up making you and Jeff turn around. 

“I for one don’t think it’s a good idea at all for him to go back out there.” You crossed your arms

“Wife knows best.” Harry thumbed to you

“….I can get you out of this one.. but I don’t know what else will happen. Go home, get well”

“Thank you Jeff” Harry said hitting his shoulder and opening the door “I’m going to grab my stuff.”

“Ok.- you turned back to Jeff- Thank you Jeff…. I mean it.”

“I have to look out for my friend first right?”

You smiled and was about to respond when the stage assistant came back with a water and chips.

“Oh! Thank you so much” The kid nodded and left the bathroom

“Okay, I’m gonna go find Harry and get him home. Thank you again Jeff.” You hugged Jeff tightly in appreciation and went to find Harry.

~~~ 

The drive home was silent. You drove while Harry looked out the window, until he spoke up…

“He didn’t have to talk about you like that” He quietly spoke “No one ever talks about you like that.”

“Thank you for standing up for me, H”

“I will always stand up for you. Never going on that shit show again”

“You don’t have to. You stand up for me, I stand up for you. I promise you never have to go there again.” Harry grabbed your hand and massaged it with his thumb. 

~~~

“Do you want your shirt back?” Harry asked straight away walking in the house and stripping his clothes off

“I thought you claimed it back as your shirt?”

“I did but I like you in my clothes.”

You ran up the stairs to your bedroom with Harry hot on your tracks behind you. 

You took off your shirt and pants to change into something cozier. On days where Harry either had a long day or something he didn’t like happen, with fans or paps, he liked to lay low and hold you close. 

You felt a body behind you pull you into him. Harry held your waist into him and wrapped his arms around your front. 

“Should we pick up where we left off?” He kissed your neck

“Do you really want to? I’m okay with not. I know you’ve just taken in a lot”

“But it’s your turn to take in a lot now”

Harry turned you around in a single motion and began to unhook your bra. It fell to your feet and Harry bent to his knees. He pulled down your panties and began kissing your thighs. He kissed your inner thigh and moved to kiss your pussy. He groaned at the feeling of you on his lips. You pulled his short hair and massaged around his head. He kissed your heat one more time then he hooked his arms around your legs, he picked you up and walked a couple feet to the bed and put you down. “Harry!” You screamed as he picked you up. You giggled as he put you down on the bed and crawled on top of you. 

He kissed your lips first. Passionately, feeling your tongue meet his. Sparks flew like the first time you kissed, still now. You were head over heels for each other, no matter how many times you’ve kissed or felt each other’s body, it always feels like home. Never gets old. 

Harry moved from your lips to your cheeks down to your jaw. He shifted his right knee to be in between your legs. As he kissed your neck, he rubbed his knee on your clit as you spread your legs farther needing more friction from him. “fuck Harry” You whispered trying to get his knee closer to you. Harry quit kissing your neck and got off the bed to removed his pants

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotten your sweetness on my pants. Are you that needy for me.”

“Harry stop it just come back.” Harry listened and got back on the bed but he flipped you over and sat himself in the middle.

“Take off my boxers” You listened and obeyed him just like he had for you. You slid off his skin tight boxers, springing free his hard cock. He took a deep breath at the release. 

You straddled his legs and traced around his cock with your nails. He went crazy. He needed to feel your hands on him. He sucked in breaths waiting for your sweet touch. 

“Darling please don’t do this to me” he mumbled. 

You took his dick into your hand and stroked it up and down. Harry started to roll his hips around to help you. He grabbed your left boob in one hand and played with your tit. Your breath hitched feeling aroused by him. You need friction but you also needed to be wet. You bent over and took his cock into your mouth. You sucked him in and out letting him invade your mouth. He moaned and stopped what he was doing with your breast and moved to the back of your head. He didn’t push your farther on to him, but massaged your scalp to make you feel more comfortable as you took him in. “Babe I’m close” he said

“Do I wreck you that much, Styles?” You licked up his dick making him a mess and pumped his dick the rest. You lowered your face to his head and continued pumping until he came. His sweetness shot up to your cheek and you moved so the rest would land in your mouth. You gained his cum and crawled up his body and his face. You spit his own cum into his mouth and gave him an open mouthed kiss. 

You retreated from his lips and grabbed his dick. You sat up on your knees and took in his whole cock slowly as you sat. “fuck babe i love you” 

Your size adjusted to him and you moved to your feet. You lifted up and down on him. Up on his cock. Down on his cock. You repeated the motion as you held onto  his torso, tracing his butterfly. You went faster pulling up and peeling off his cock only to retrace and push back down. He filled you up completely, your bodies moldy together perfectly.

“fuck doll face, you feel perfect.”

You started to get tired on his cock and slowed down your pace. Harry noticed. He sat up with you still in him, held your back, and turned you to lay down on the bed. 

“My turn” He said as you panted on the bed 

He held your hips and he switched the position and got himself comfortable. He began thrusting into you, pleasuring you without you having to work. “god harry” you panted out as you held his shoulders. He moved your legs to sit on his shoulders so he could thrust farther into you. He deeply breathe and moaned continuing to push as far into you as he could. Pull out. Push back in. He touched your sweet spot and you screamed out his name “Harry” You yelled. He smiled to himself not only feeling the pleasure he brought to you but also hearing it. Your tits bounced up and down, a sexual sight Harry loved to watch 

“I’m almost there baby, a little more” You whimpered out, loving the feeling of him

He leaned down to your lips to kiss you. “I,, love,, you” He said in between kisses. He rested his forehead on yours. “You’re all mine,,,, You’re all mine” You yelled his name. “I will always stick up for you,,,, I will always be there for you” You were so close “I will always love you,,,,, I will always love you… fuck” 

You came undone under his words. Your orgasm curled through your body making your pussy shake and your eyes roll. Harry felt you squeezing him, ,making him cum after you. You came first. Always. 

“In or out?”

“In” you managed to breathe out

He pushed himself further in you and came inside you. His warm cum filled you as he pulled out under you. Some of his release spilled out of you. He held himself over your body as you both breathed out regaining yourselves. 

~~~

Harry was the first to stand up  and go to the bathroom for a rag to clean you up. While he got the towel and you joined him in the bathroom to take a quick piss. You finished and washed your hands, then joined him back on the bed. 

“Here baby.” Harry spread your legs again to clean you up. You watched him carefully stroke the warm towel around your pussy to clean up what he left. 

“Say it again”

“Say what, my love? …..That I love you?”

“Yes”

~~~

A new day started. Birds chirped as the sun kissed your body through the windows, exposed to the soft sheets under you. It was Sunday, your favorite day of the week. Sundays were a day for tea sandwiches and the beach, soft love making, swinging under a tree, watermelon and lemonade. 

Sunday was the day of the week that Harry was always home. When you found out you were pregnant, he stopped the world for you wanting to be there for every kick and every movement. You assured him you’d call if anything was to happen and update him every thirty minutes when he left the house. You never found him annoying about his concern for you and the baby. It made your heart warm being reminded of how much he not only loved you, but wanted to care and provide for you. Throughout the week, Harry had interviews and had to go to the studio, but he never planned anything on Sundays. That was your day. Your special day when he would wake up early to make banana pancakes then sneak back into bed so you could wake up next to him, rather than by yourself. 

Today, Harry had something different planned for you

Harry ran the pads of his fingers up your side and  ran his hands over your belly thinking of how big the baby was. 23 weeks, almost six months, the size of a papaya. 

You stirred in your sleep coming back to consciousness and felt Harry’s touch. He moved his hands to your face and held his thumb at your cheek. 

“Goodmorning beautiful” he kissed your nose

“goodmorning my love” you smiled sighing into his lean. 

The breeze dragged the curtains into the middle of the room making your hair fly in your face. Harry brushed that hair out of your face to the back of your ear. He leaned in and kissed your head while hovering your body to reach the night stand next to you, to get the lotion. 

He pulled the covers off of you and straddled your legs, pouring some cream into his unringed hands. He smothered them into his hands and brushed it onto your tummy. He smiled painting little designs into your belly. You swiped his cheek knowing this was his favorite time of day. There wasn’t much spoken between you two, but you didn’t have to. What made you so attracted to each other in the first place was the comfortable silence that overruled anything that needed to be said. You both loved touching and just holding each other. 

“So.. I have a surprise for you today” his morning voice mixed with his accent was thick after he woke up

“really, what is it?” you played with your thumbs

“now sweetheart it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you would it?” you laughed  before he tapped your belly three times and bent over. 

“hello little one. your daddy is right here. remember to be nice to mummy today. i hope you slept alright babygirl” he kissed your belly three times. Three was the number he swore was the baby’s magic number. She always kicked three times and the first time she kicked was at 3 pm. Harry loved playing with the three numbers and it gave him reason to do everything a little extra. 

He rose off the bed and lifted the rest of the sheets off your feet. He grabbed your legs and moved them off the bed then grabbed your hands to help you sit up. You grabbed your belly to brace it while sitting up and then lifted to stand. Harry grabbed your arms and moved them up to wrap his neck. You both gently swayed just looking at each other. Content and happy. Harry leaned in and filled the gap between you two by kissing you. He was gentle in his touch; in love with you. He pulled back and brushed his nose against yours.

“Go get dressed love, i want to bring you somewhere”

“you’ve never seemed opposed to me wearing what i am right now” you lifted your eyebrow looking up and down you have naked body, only covered in underwear and a bra. you walked towards the closet

“i can’t help that you look so sexy while carrying my baby”

“no, our baby” you turned putting your hands on your hips

“you’re right, our baby” he walked towards you and pecked your lips three times

“ahh magic magic magic” you smiled 

“babe get dressed, please” he walked into the bathroom

“quit your whining styles, god, pregnant and all you boss me around”

“if i recall you liked it that way last night” he shouted from the bathroom

“HARRY!”

~~~

You sat in the car waiting for Harry to come. He drove out his yellow 1972 Ferrari Dino for the special occasion. It was one of your favorite cars he owned because of how sexy he looked driving it. You sat in your patterned orange sun dress waiting for Harry. 

“Get in the car love, I’ll be there in a moment.”

He said that ten minutes ago and you were starting to get antsy. You were about to call for him when he walked around the corner of the house with a picnic basket in hand, and a big smile.

“Ta da! I’m taking you for a picnic” He set the basket gently down in the back seat

“We haven’t been on a picnic in ages! What did you pack.”

“Your favorite, tea sandwiches, strawberries, and lemonade. Plus some extras. I made them all myself” he winked

“No way! A man of many talents.”

You pushed yourself up as he sat in the car, leaning closer to him, almost on top of him, you kissed him and quickly made it deeper. He pulled back, but not wanting him to move you softly bit his lip making him smirk.

“y/n” he spoke deeply

“yes my love?”

“if you don’t get off me right now, we may never leave the house” you pecked a kiss to his nose

“Would that be so bad though?”

“You being pregnant has made you want to shag all day every day.”

“Well maybe when you use the word shag...”

“Make love?”

“Getting there”

“Fuck?”

“Harry” you rolled your eyes. You hated all the words that referred to sex. Nothing every suited the way Harry made you feel.

“I know!- he pointed his finger up- breed!”

“Oh my god Harry! Just drive!” you put your face into your hands

You two were off. 

~~~

Harry drove down the golden coast, saltwater in the air. It was a perfect day, just you two. He slowed down to a stop after about 50 minutes of driving, 30 minutes of constantly looking over to you to admire, and a whole Fleetwood Mac playlist over, you made it to your favorite picnic spot, El Matador beach. It was the beach where The Notebook was filmed. Which happened to be the movie you and Harry bonded over early in your relationship, years ago.

~~~

“Okay, erm.. i know, what’s your favourite movie?”

“Ooh, probably the Notebook”

“no way”

“Yes way- it had been your favorite movie since you were a child, always mesmerized by the power of true love- why wouldn’t it be?”

“That’s my favorite movie!”

“No you’re pulling, is it really?” you laughed at him

“Yes I’m not near joking, it is. One more reason to fall in love with you I guess” He laughed pulling you into his lap and smothering your face in kisses. 

~~~

Harry opened the car door for you and held his hand out. “m’lady”

You took his hand and stood up being met by the breeze. You looked like a dream. The wind blowing in your hair and giving life to your dress, Harry wondered how he got so lucky. You two made it down to the sand and stuck your toes in it melting down. Harry took out the mat and laid for you to sit. He arranged everything on the mat just for you. He cut strawberries, made sandwiches, had orange juice and watermelon. He thought of everything just for you. You began to eat and conversed about the scene around you. It wasn’t incredibly sunny, but had nice shade when the clouds overtook the sunlight

“Thank you Harry, for all of this. I couldn’t have asked for more”

“Always, it’s the least I can do for you”

You both looked out to the sea

“you know, this is probably the last time we will be here just you and me”- Harry’s face dropped a little, causing you to stop talking- “Is something wrong with that?”

He shook his head “no nothing, I’m just, huh haha kind of um, nervous.” 

You scooted yourself closer to him

“Sweetheart, why?” you brushed his curls back holding the side of his face

“I don’t know y/n. Don’t get me wrong I’m so incredibly excited- he turned to reassure you - I just have no idea what to do. You had both parents there for you and you learned from them. I didn’t have that. I didn’t have a dad to exactly be there and show me what it’s like to be a father. I’m just really nervous that I won’t be a good-“

“Stop - you sat up and looked at him then took his hands - don’t say that. Ever again. You are going to be absolutely incredible. Being a father or a mother, or parent in general isn’t about knowing the do’s and don’ts, but being full of love for them. The way you love me and care for me, the way you did all of this, this is what it means to love someone. We made her out of love. I have no doubt that you won’t love her every moment of every day and be the best daddy you can be. It doesn’t matter if you had someone or didn’t, we have each other. To learn from, to grow with, to love on. And we will do it together and you will be amazing, because I know how much you already love her. Don’t ever doubt that.”

Your words slowly made both of you cry. This was the first time Harry shared any doubt in being a dad, and you were glad he shared. 

“Thank you- he sniffled holding your side- I’m glad I have you. Also, because... I have no idea how to change a diaper”

You laughed out “What?! Good thing I put us in classes, because I refuse to do poopies.”

“What do you mean refuse? you’re her mother.”

“Yeah, and you’re her father. I’m the one that’s going to be feeding her from my boob at 3 am!” you shoved him gently, laughing

“Okay points there actually”

You came back to his side “But, going back to it, you are going to be amazing, and I don’t want you to doubt that. Thank you for sharing that.”

“Always. I vowed to be honest with you.”

“That you did…. you also vowed to change poopies.”

“I did not! You !”

“Yes, it’s actually on the bottom of our marriage certificate.”

“That’s a lie! Not you actually saying that- Harry reached down to your stomach and put his hands on either side- Your mother is lying don’t listen to this fuckery”

“Harry! Language! She can hear you” You smacked your hands on top of his

“Right, I’m sorry young lady, your daddy is being stupid right now”

“That’s still a bad word!”

“No, it’s not!

“Is to”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Harry stood on his knees folding you to lay on your back. He hovered over you and kissed your smiling lips trying to ~kindly~ shut you up.

You pushed him up, “Are you asserting dominance to shut me up?”

“What? No, never. Me? Why would you ever think that”

“Oh cheeky Mr. Styles. I love you.”

“I love you more.”