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you remember when...? - masterlist // walk through fire for you It wasn’t unusual for YN to turn up at the Styles house out of the blue, it was basically her second home. Whether Harry was there or not, she was let in to hang out with the rest of his family.

This time wasn’t any different, though she did turn up looking a bit upset. Anne didn’t question it too much, allowing her in and calling Harry from his room.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Anne asked, gently stroking her cheek after she had removed her shoes and jacket. She didn’t know what had upset the young teen, but she was always happy to listen whenever possible. Even if she was just complaining about her son.

“Y-yeah,” YN breathed out, her eyes falling on Harry on the stairs behind her. “Hi,” she whispered to him, as fresh tears were leaking out of her eyes. And he was quickly rushing down the last of the steps to hug her against his body.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Baby,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back as he tried to be as supportive as possible. He may not know what had his girlfriend in tears, but he would do anything to bring back her smile.

“Can we- can we talk in- your room?” She managed to get out, lifting her head from his shoulder. Her face wet as she sucked on her bottom lip, and he was quickly nodding his head without a second thought. His hand slipping into hers and gently taking her upstairs to his room. She had been in here many times before, if they weren’t here, then they were at her own place. But Anne gave them more privacy than her own mother, so it was common they ended up here. Harry was pulling back his duvet, crawling into the bed and opening his arms for her. And she had zero hesitation as she was crawling into his bed and cuddled up to him.

“What’s wrong, flower?” He whispered to her, his fingers gently stroking through her hair as he leaned against his headboard.

“You remember- remember when my parents were away for that night, and- and you lied to your mum about sleeping over- at- at Jake’s?”

“And I was actually at yours,” he added, frowning a little as he looked down at her. “I couldn’t forget that night, you know that.”

Of course he couldn’t forget, it was the first time they had sex. They had lost their virginities to each other, and he would never ever forget that night for that reason. There had been so much love in the room, and it had been more magical than he could have ever predicted.

“Harry, I’m pregnant,” she announced to him, her voice flat. Her fingers curled into the hoodie he wore, but she didn’t dare tilt her head to catch his reaction. She didn’t want to see it.

They were 16, freshly turned. Their GCSE’s were soon, and this was the last thing they ever dreamed about having to worry about. They were definitely not ready to be parents, they were still kids themselves.

“Y-you’re- how sure?” Harry stuttered, though his hand hadn’t stopped caressing through her hair. YN raised her eyes slightly to meet his, though her vision was blurred from the amount of tears being held there. “Oh— fuck— baby,” he breathed out, cradling her head and holding her against his body, his own face screwing up slightly. Hearing her scared sobs against his neck had his heart breaking, and he had no idea on how to fix this.

The couple laid there for a while, as YN let out all of her tears and Harry held his own back. It’s not that he didn’t cry, or he didn’t want to. He just wanted to focus on his flower for now, and deal with his own emotions once things were sorted

An hour later, YN had cried herself to sleep, and Harry was carefully laying her down against his pillow. It wasn’t the first time they had ended up asleep in his bed, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Anne didn’t seem to mind, she knew they would be safe. And as much as he wanted to join her, he knew she would be extremely dehydrated when she woke up.

Making the trek down to the kitchen, his hoodie still damp with the tears of his girlfriend as he was opening the fridge door. Movement behind him followed by footsteps on the staircase suggested to him that Gemma was leaving him and his mum alone. To talk.

“Is YN alright? Fight with her family?” Anne asked, leaning against the sink with her arms folded against her chest, concern clear as day on her expression.

It wasn’t that YN had a poor relationship with her family, but it was known that she would butt heads with her mum more often than not. Usually when it came to that time of the month, where all their cycles were synced and it was just hormones going out of control. Anne was more than aware of these, being a shoulder to cry on for the young girl many times.

“N—no, not her family,” Harry said, sounding dismissive as he was taking out his water bottle. Hanging on the door as he searched for a suitable snack for when his girlfriend woke up.

“H, she was— I’ve never heard her cry like that, is she okay?” And honestly, that alone had Harry’s heart doing flips. He loved that his mother cared for his girlfriend so much, that she had been accepted into the family though they were only young and in love, as YN’s own parents would say.

“She’s—“ Harry shut the fridge door, biting down on his lip as he glanced at his mother. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything, he knew his mother would never be outwardly mad at him or YN. Not to their faces. “We had sex.”

The way Harry had delivered the line, it was perfectly deadpan. And it had left Anne a little stunned, as she was definitely not expecting that response from her youngest at all. Of course, she knew they had been experimenting a little, and that’s why she gave them the space they needed. If they didn’t do it in the comfort of one of their houses, they’d be doing it somewhere they could end up arrested. And she had spoken to Harry about using condoms, and even supplied him with some the same day.

“Okay, and— does she regret it, or, feel like she didn’t… perform?” Anne asked him, trying to understand why her sons girlfriend would be crying because of sex.

“No— well— okay, she probably does regret it, but not for—“ he huffed, his fingers curling in his brown curls, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “She’s pregnant, mum.”

And you could hear a penny drop. Harry’s head tilted slightly to see his mothers stunned reaction, as she tried her best to collect her thoughts.

“Did you—“

“We used a condom, I guess— maybe— it broke? Or?” He shrugged, leaning against the kitchen cupboards as he sighed. “Mum… I don’t know how to help her,” he breathed out defeatedly, shaking his head as he set the water bottle on the side. 

And then Harry crumbled, letting down the wall he was using to hold YN up. His mum quick to catch him, allowing him to sob into her arms this time.

When YN woke up, alone in her boyfriends bed, she was changing out of her hoodie and slipping on one of his. Loving the fact that his scent engulfed her the second she did, before she was making her way downstairs to find her lover.

In the kitchen, sat next to his mother at the breakfast table. Cup of tea in hand, mid sentence when the sound of the fridge opening caught their attention.

“Oh— fuck— I was supposed to bring up some water for you,” Harry confessed, looking guilty as he watched her pull out a fresh, cold water bottle and open it. Downing half of it instantly before she was shuffling her way over to him and his mum. “Feel better?” He mumbled, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as she pulled her seat close to his and snuggled up into his side.

Her head shook slightly, laying her head against his shoulder as she played with her water bottle. Sucking on her bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of his lips pressing against her hair.

“YN… Harry told me what’s going on,” Anne confessed, which had YN’s eyes snapping to meet hers in a panic. “No— don’t worry, okay? He had a bit of a cry, only telling me cause he didn’t know how to help you. And I’m not mad,” she explained, an encouraging smile on her face as she looked at the teen girl.

“You’re not?” She whispered, biting at her bottom lip as her fingers found their way into Harry’s hoodie pocket.

“Not at all. H explained what he thinks might have happened that night, and it’s probable the condom was faulty,” she said, nodding as her hands readjusted their grip on her mug. “The only thing that needs to be worked out is… what do you want to do?”

And YN kind of felt like a deer in headlights as both Anne and Harry were looking at her. And she definitely didn’t have an answer. Yet.

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so my show was last night, and I know I’m not SUPER active but … I SAW THE HITTIES (and got medicine)

so whos going to hslot23?? 

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philophobia - h. styles x 1dbandmember!YN masterlist

Days turned to week turned to months turned to a year. That’s how long it had been since YN had left Harry in the coffee shop. They had had minimal contact, a few texts here and then. Nothing that stood out too much, mostly congratulating each other on new career opportunities that appeared and award shows. A possible, ‘I saw you in London today, you looked busy so didn’t say hi.’ It was… awkward.

Of course, she had dropped a bombshell on him. His manager was the reason they split, but it also wasn’t as black and white as that. There were layers to it. Ones he knew about, and ones he didn’t. But for her, it wasn’t worth going over and over. It would just add to more heartbreak, plus, Harry was now dating another woman.

That’s why it surprised her when she was emailed an audio clip from the man himself.

Sunflower, my eyes want you more than a melody Let me inside, wish I could get to know you Sunflowers sometimes keep it sweet in your memory I was just tongue-tied

Hearing his raw vocals, mixed with an acoustic guitar. It was a healthy outlet, one they both shared. Writing out your feelings, experiences and turning them into something beautiful. Never letting anyone know the true meaning. It was an outlet. It was healthy. That was what they told themselves.

But this was different, this was him sharing with her. This was him telling her that he wanted to know why. And he was telling her in the best way that he knew how.

It was the following week that he was allowing her into his house, if you could call it that, It was bigger than he could ever require. But it hadn’t changed at all since she was last inside. The only things missing were her hoodies and shoes thrown about the place where she would forget.

“I- I spoke to Jeff,” he began, cradling his coffee mug between his hands. Thumb stroking the lip gently, looking at the dark liquid inside. This told her that he was currently working on more music, and made her wonder if that song was going to be on the album. She didn’t ask however. “He was also… confused.”

YN nodded her head, dropping her eyes to her own liquid, made to her own colour preference. Just like he had always done. “He didn’t tell me to break up with you,” she said quietly, her lips rubbing together briefly. “He just told me you’d have a better contract and career if you weren’t tied to me musically,” she added, glancing away at the mess of books on his entertainment system.

“So… why did you break up with me?” Harry asked, his brow furrowed in adorable confusion. There was still a small part of her that wanted to lean in and kiss it away.

A shrug of her shoulders, a sip of her drink. “Because you would be better off, you are better off. I basically did you a favour.”

“You definitely did not,” he pointed out, setting his mug down firmly. “I was- I was fucking heartbroken, YN- I still am!”

“So heartbroken you’ve dated… how many women since?”

Harry’s face fell at the question, his head shaking as he pushed his curls away from his face. “That’s not fair, you know it’s not as easy as that. So fucking cut up over you, of course they had to get me on stunt relationships so it doesn’t look like I’m still singing about you, almost three years after we’ve split.”

“Oh, give it a break! You were not that in love with me,” she shook her head firmly, putting her own mug on the table and standing from her seat. “We were never gonna last after the band split up anyway, you were with me out of convenience.”

“Out of convenience? Is that all I was to you?” His eyes fell, as the sadness wasn’t afraid to show. He had always felt comfortable, safe, around her. Never needing to hide his true emotions, and he wasn’t going to start now.

“That’s all I was to you, Harry. Everyone saw it, they loved to keep reminding me,” she mumbled, rubbing her face with a deep huff. “I never should have come here…”

Harry stood up, looking at her as he sighed deeply. He didn’t say anything, yet neither did she. They just looked at each other, properly taking in all the ways the hiatus, the break up and everything since had changed them. Then…

Neither of them knew who was the first to move, but their lips were touching. Smacking together in the only way they knew how, acting fully on instinct and memory as their hands were working quickly to undress the other. Bodies flush together as her skin slapped against his, as their bodies became one. Sharp, breathless moans escaped her lips, and deep, needy grunts came from him. An act they had performed so many times before, one they knew so perfectly together.

And after, when he was breathless against the sofa, catching his breath after an intense orgasm and she was pulling her own clothes back on, she would glance over her shoulder and whisper something to him.

“This won’t ever happen again.”

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autophobia - h. styles x 1dbandmember!yn masterlist

Sitting in the back of the coffee shop, her tongue wetting her lips as she cradled her hot cup. Part of her felt like the liquid inside was illegally hot, her hands almost burning as she held the paper. But she also felt like maybe it was what was keeping her focused on what was about to happen.

She was waiting for Harry. Harry, who had been the one to arrange this meeting, yet she was the one who chose the exact spot. There was an art to not getting spotted, one that she had mastered. Spending two years moving around without a single mention of her being sighted, she was talented. And she wasn’t about to blow all of her album hype by being spotted out with her ex-boyfriend.

“Hey,” came the breathless, raspy voice of Harry Styles as he was joining her at the table. He hesitated, his own coffee in hand as he reached out with his other to try to embrace her before a frown covered his features and he was sinking into the seat opposite her. “I was- I was surprised you agreed,” he admitted.

YN looked over at him, and he hadn’t changed a single bit. His hair was shorter, pushed back by his willy-wonka sunglasses. He had one of his usual graphic tees on, old and ratty. Traditional vans. This was how he was always caught, always spotted. He wore the same things, didn’t change anything.

“Don’t make me regret it,” she replied dryly, swallowing slowly as she was raising her cup to her lips and taking a sip of the too-hot liquid. “You wanted to talk, so talk. I’ve got some promo to shoot after this.”

His green eyes stared at her for a moment, his fingers curled around the cup. Lacking his rings, which surprised her. Whenever she heard about Harry Styles he was always adorning his precious rings.

“Do you- do you hate me?” He asked, the crease in his brow had returned as he watched her closely. Tongue wetting his lips as he sat back, tucking his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Cause, you know. You were the one to break up with me.”

“And what a treat I did for you. A whole album wasn’t it? Singing about how I broke your heart? How much did that earn you?”

“Peach, don’t do that-”

“Don’t do what? Ask some simple questions? Do I need to ask Jeff for permission?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to meet hers, his brow completely furrowed in a frown as he leaned forward, pushing his cup aside as he rested his forearm there. “What does Jeff have to do with this?”

YN gaped, sitting back as she realised her mistake. All too used to the fact that she had to fight back, easily falling into a back-and-forth with everyone was second nature to her now. Some called her argumentative, but her team saw it for what it was. A defence mechanism. To stop herself from getting in too deep with someone new.

“Nothing- I- this was a mistake.” She was picking up her coffee cup, lifting her bag up from where it had been hooked over the back of the chair. “Uh- I’ll see you-”

“Peach, sit down and tell me what Jeff has to do with this,” he told her, pointing to the seat. And she hesitated, her eyes falling onto him, her lips pressed together. She hesitated, not because she was scared. His tone wasn’t anger, it was pleading. There was concern laced in his words. “Please,” he was begging, and she lowered her bum back into the chair.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Harry. Everyone does.”

“Know what? Because I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

YN stared at him across her table, her tongue wetting her lips as she scoffed, shaking her head as she tipped it back. Fingers running through her hair, shorter than when she was in the band. One of the many changes she had made since the band broke up.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this-” she released a soft groan, dropping her face into her hands followed by a deep huff. “Jeff’s the reason I broke up with you.”

And it was like something snapped inside of Harry, his once pleading face was now cold. His eyes were dark, but there was also confusion there. He wasn’t sure what he was being told, he had definitely never heard this before. As far as he was aware, she broke up with him because she fell out of love, or something. The something had always bothered him, but he was raised to respect a woman’s wishes, so that’s what he had done. It had killed him every day since, and some.

“Why was Jeff- YN, please just tell me the truth.”

“We had already announced we were splitting, hiatus, whatever everyone decided it was in their head. It was a break up. You were constantly in meetings with the Azoff’s, and you told them we were a package deal,” she mumbled, looking down at her hands in her lap. “They just wanted you, Harry,” she whispered, shaking her head slightly as she looked over at him across the table. Her eyes wet as tears gathered against the bottom lid, threatening to fall yet not. “And he told me I’d just hold you back and- And he was right. Look at you now.”

She gave him time to process what she had just told him, she was aware it was a lot. It’s not every day that you find out your ex-girlfriend and current manager were lying to you for the past two years or so. It had hurt her as well in the moment, it was part of the reason she had stayed gone so long. Living in the shadows, hiding from the truth.

“Why would- I don’t understand. He- He promised me he could get us both- I don’t-” Harry stumbled over his words, his mind racing a mile a minute as he removed his sunglasses from his head, running his fingers through his curls.

“It all worked out though. You got a great team, a cool band. A hit of a debut album,” she shrugged, being dismissive to the fact that of course this would hurt them both to rehash. “And I’ve got the same.”

“Peach, that’s not-” he stared at her, his mouth hanging open as he truly didn’t know what to say. He had gotten everything because of her sacrifice. And that stung. He had never wanted any of this if it wasn’t with her. The early days of the break up had been rough, rarely eating or sleeping. Focusing on channelling all his negative thoughts and energy into music, and yeah, it had gotten him a hit of a debut album. But he was sure he could have doubled his success if he had been writing and singing about being happy with her.

“I really need to go, I have two promos to do, but- you have my number,” she nodded her head as she was getting up again, this time not being stopped by him. Her lips were pressed together, looking down at him as she sniffled a little. “I really thought you knew,” she mumbled quietly, a slight nod of her head before she was walking out of the little coffee shop.

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athazagoraphobia - h. styles x 1dbandmember!yn masterlist

Of course she was the last one to go solo. The last one to bring out an album, the last one to showcase her own talents without the band. Part of her felt like it had all been a gift, one that she didn’t deserve at all. One that had been snatched away when she stopped cherishing it enough. And that is what happened. One Direction had gone on hiatus, and the rest of the boys had gone on to succeed. But there was always one question always mentioned whenever one of the boys succeeded.

Where was YN?

After hiatus started, the five remaining members had all promised to keep in contact on the group chat. They’d all support each other through everything. But then solo contracts were being signed, tabloids were spilling the latest details of upcoming albums. They were all getting their own versions of success.

All except YN.

The second hiatus started, YN had gone silent on social media. Her last post being one about the band. There will never be a day where I don’t think about the barriers we broke. You’ll always be my home. Goodbye isn’t forever. It had been her most liked post on all of her socials. And it was evidently clear to her when the first story broke about one of the boys signing a solo contract, that she was alone with that statement.

YN got to watch as each of her best friends, her brothers, her lover, started to succeed on their own. The group chat had been silent for a while now. Yet there wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t check it, to see if anyone was typing. And somehow, there never was. It was like the history of them, of the band had been forgotten by the other members.

It took her too long to channel that sadness, anger and sorrow into something productive. Two years of silence, two years of zero movement from YN YLN. And she was going to break the internet.

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She had signed a contract and fully produced a whole album, without tabloids, fans or anyone catching a whiff of it. It felt extraordinary to her, there was relief in her bones. Her brain felt empty, a warm smile spread across her lips as she watched comment after comment flood on her post. Excitement building in each of the fans.

Tommo: aye saw your post sweetheart, excited to hear your solo stuff!

Payno: ‘bout time you joined us.

N: miss you, coffee soon. X

inZayn: I know it’s been a while, but I’m really proud of you. I can’t wait to hear the album.

Maybe she hadn’t been forgotten, maybe it wasn’t all that bad. Her phone was flooded with similar texts from industry friends, people she had met while in the band but never really spoken to again. But there was just one person missing.

Yet, she knew he wasn’t the most active on social media these days. Maybe he hadn’t seen the post. Or maybe he had blocked her and she hadn’t realised. Why would she have realised? The app hadn’t been installed in two years. She tried to not let it bother her, because it shouldn’t. They had broken up for a reason. They had agreed to be friends, but even that had been reluctant. So she shouldn’t have been surprised to not hear from him.

When her lead single, It Was Fine, was released, with the music video to match, the hype surrounding her and her album intensified. Her manager, Hannah, genuinely couldn’t believe it. They had been preparing themselves for a quiet launch, a few OG fans from the band who had stuck around, sure. But nothing of the scale that they were on.

I said it was fine, I never said it didn’t hurt.

YN felt on top of the world, her own words, her own lyrics were being repeated all around the globe. By fans who had been awaiting her return. By people who had stuck by her, though she had never made a single hint that she would be returning to music. It felt surreal to her, that she was getting such a wide amount of support. Even the boys had been singing her praises in their own interviews and social media posts. And it was only then that she got the message.

H. Styles: single was good. we should talk. meet up soon? x

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so whos going to hslot23?? 

#i got tickets for covN2 #meeting up with a friend there #GONNA BE EPIIIIIIIC #ticketmaster are so scummy tho #like only offering the price gouged tickets??? #actual scum

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dilf | harry styles

harry styles x wife!yn in which your eldest daughter comes home with a very interesting question for her father.

With the twins in the living room playing with their father, she was able to clean up the mess from dinner. Harry had tried to offer, insist even just because she had cooked - a good husband shares the chores, he reminded her, but the twins were begging for him to play with them as he had been out at the studio all day.

The eldest, Juniper, was over at a friend's house after school. Apparently a few of the girls were going over, and who were Harry and YN to say no. If anything, they were excited that their daughter even had friends.

The doorbell rang, and she was dropping the damp cloth on the counter top before walking through to the door. On the other side of the door was Juni, with her friend, Emma, and Emma’s mother.

“Hey, Juni, did you have fun?” She asked softly, happily accepting the hug she was receiving from her daughter, stroking her hair gently.

School uniform was a mess, as it usually was after she finished a day of education, with her ponytail just barely holding together. But the smile on her face was as bright as ever.

“Tons, mummy!” Juni replied, as she was looking back at her friend.

“Was she good?” She asked the other mother, Kate, as she was gently rocking with her eldest.

“Oh! She was absolute gold to have around, she even told the other girls off for making a mess of Emma’s room with her toys!” Kate laughed softly, resting her hand on her daughter's shoulder.

“Well, next time, we shall host a little girls get together, maybe even a sleepover,” YN replied, a warm smile spread across her lips. She had been a bit worried that it wouldn’t be that much fun for her daughter, that the girls would change their mind and start saying nasty things.

“I’m sure all the girls would love that, we wish you could have come over though! Joined me and the other mums for a coffee,” Kate spoke, smiling back at her.

“I wish I could have, but I still had three other rugrats to keep tamed,” she joked in reply, as the sounds of squeals coming from the twins sounded at whatever game they were playing with their dad.

“Ah, next time then?”

“Of course, we will arrange something!”

With the door closing, she was carefully hanging up Juniper’s bag on its correct hook with her coat, as the young girl was taking off her shoes and following the noise to the living room.

Harry was on his knees, his trusty claw clip holding his hair away from his face as he tickled the elder twin, Teddy. Laying beside his brother, Jazz was kicking his feet in the air with loud giggles.

“Alright, you three. If you wake Rose from her nap, you’ll be changing her stinky nappy together,” YN warned as she was walking through to grab her phone from the side table. Harry laughed at her threat, his face bright with happiness as he was pulling his eldest daughter towards him.

“Hey, June-Bug,” he greeted her softly, pressing a soft kiss to her head as he was hugging her to his chest, even though he was panting.

“Daddy, you’re all sweaty,” she complained, but she was giggling at the kisses he was smothering her face with.

“Did you have fun with all your friends, poppet?” He asked her, as the twins were now rolling around on the floor and laughing at the new game they had invented.

“Yes! We played with all Emma’s toys, and— and—“ she stuttered as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, her brow furrowing just like her fathers. “Daddy, what’s a DILF?”

The question had both Harry and YN pausing, her eyes slowly rising from her phone where she had been replying to a text from her mother. Catching his eye as they looked over the top of Juniper’s head.

“Where— where did you hear that?” He asked her curiously, moving to sit on his bum as he held her in his lap.

“Emma and Amara’s mums said it. They said Harry is such a DILF, but me and the other girls didn’t know what that meant.”

YN’s eyes were wide at the words her daughter came out with, shaking her head and carefully stepping around the twin boys on the floor to head back to the kitchen. She trusted Harry to handle the subject appropriately, but honestly, she had to deal with so many people ogling and checking out her husband over the years, she wished she could have kept it hidden from her children for a bit longer.

“Well, it’s a not very nice term some people use,” Harry explained to her, as he stroked her back gently with his brow creased. “It’s a very inappropriate way to say that someone finds someone else nice looking, but we know there’s better ways, right, poppet?”

“You say they’re pretty or handsome or beautiful!” Juniper beamed proudly, nodding her head. “But why didn’t they say Harry is beautiful? I bet they are!”

He really wanted to beam at her for using gender neutral pronouns like they had been teaching her, to never assume someone’s gender.  But he was still concerned about her overhearing someone saying that about him.

“Some people are just not very nice, sometimes,” he explained, pressing a soft kiss to her head. “Does that answer your question, sweetheart?”

She nodded, her arms wrapping around his neck as she hugged him tightly. He held her against his chest for a moment, rubbing her back before carefully releasing her.

“Alright, why don’t you three head into the play room for a bit before bathtime? Keep the noise down too, y’sisters sleeping.”

The three kids were instantly running off to the other room, and he had zero worries about them fighting. In the early days, once the boys were more mobile and could speak a little, they had to have lots of talks about sharing the space and the toys. Now it was like second nature to them.

Walking into the kitchen, he stepped up behind his wife with his arms carefully snaking around her waist. Pressing a line of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, feeling the stress leave her body as she relaxed back against him.

“Only got eyes for you,” he whispered against her skin, smiling as he gently nibbled a small mark on her pulse point.

“I don’t doubt that, H,” she breathed out, her fingers reaching back to gently wind in the hair on the back of his neck. “I know we have to explain some difficult things to our babies, but I was hoping we could skip the ‘everyone finds your dad so incredibly sexy they had to let everyone know’ chat.” A sigh left her, a shake of her head. He massaged her hips gently, letting her know that he was there, he wasn’t leaving. “Gonna have to mark you up, never let you leave without the biggest hickey on your neck.”

He chuckled against her skin, raising his head to kiss her cheek as he hummed there. “Sounds sexy, count me in,” he whispered, mostly teasing as he held her close. “Plus, they missed out completely on the total MILF that Harry is married to,” he mumbled, smirking as he could feel her cheeks heat up under the words. “Her body after carrying his four kids? God, it’s incredible,” he moaned against her cheek, eyes closed as he pressed his nose against her face. “Kinda wanna make it five—“

“Rose is two months, you animal!” She gasped, laughing as she swatted at his arms. “You do not want another baby.”

“Not right now,” he whispered, brushing her nose against the tip of hers. “Maybe, one day. If you want it,” he added, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

And maybe the next school day, Harry may have been a bit inappropriate after dropping off the twins and Juniper. Standing in the playground, Rose in her pram, with his arms wrapped around his wife. Lips dragging against hers slowly. And when she asked, What was that for?, he would respond, Just showing ‘em who I belong to, with the cheekiest smirk on his face.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x ofc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #husband!harry #harry styles x yn #harry styles blurb #harry styles concept #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #wife yn #wife!yn #harry styles au

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oh cool, i reached 100 followers. to celebrate, let’s send in some requests and i’ll try to complete them when i’m off on monday can be harry/reader or harry/matty (seeing as shes my only currently posted oc) 

#harry styles #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles requests #requests

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mattyforrest secrets out, hatty forever.

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taylorswift GOALS.

niallhoran my parents ❤️ ↳ mattyforrest my first born  ❤️

harrystyles matilda. ❤️

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mattyforrest matilda: the album

05 June, 2023

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gemmastyles not to be confused with matilda the song obvi ↳ mattyforrest the albums better obvi ↳ harrystyles 😑

niallhoran pre order pre order pre order pre order

annetwist excitement is building!

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gemmastyles how can they be bad at karaoke when it’s their job??

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annetwist it’s so lovely having the three of you home again x

mattyforrest in our defence i havent sung ANY 1d in YEARS ↳ myparentshatty OMG THEY WERE SINGING 1D?!! ↳ harrysdimples REUNION SOON?????

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niallhoran throwback: missing matty’s as she was always misplacing hers

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horanswife OMG ARE WE GETTING A REUNION SOON???

1dforever classic matty lmfao

mattyforrest the exposure?? for what??

niallslefteye ok ok guys nobody panic- I SAID NOBODY PANIC

greeneyedprince ON THE ANNIVERSARY NIALL HOW COULD YOU-

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mattyforrest he wasn’t happy to be leaving me on this day, happy 13 years to the band x

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niallhoran he was head over heels since day one, surprised you’re only just finding out ↳ harrystyles BRO THE HELL? ↳ niallhoran YOU ALREADY PROPOSED TO HER SHE KNOWS

annetwist oh my sweet boy, happy 13 years guys x

zayn coffee soon? ↳ mattyforrest ❤️

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enews on the release day of her album, matty forrest has also released her leading single including the music video, with a shocking! surprise.

nemo is the name of the lead single of matilda: the album, and the video for it dropped completely out of the blue at midnight BST. the song is all about matty finding her home, which the video shows incredibly well. but the shocking surprise... are you ready?! she showcases all her favourite moments from the past 13 years, since joining the band, one direction, to going solo and her engagement to ex-band member, harry styles. and then, all 5 members (including zayn) joined her on the balcony to sing with her for the last verse.

ONE DIRECTION REUNION?

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1dforever OMG IS THIS WHAT THEYVE BEEN HINTING AT??? IM NOT READY

horanswife HOLY SHIIIIIIT THIS MADE ME SOB

mattymyheart “i look at you, and i, and i’m home” IS THAT A NEMO QUOTE?!

queenforrest IM SOBBING INTO MY CORNFLAKES WE GOT A 1D REUNION IN 2023

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x selena gomez #harry styles x ofc #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic #hs #hatty #eternity universe #one direction band member oc #one direction band member au #one direction au #harry styles au

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could u maybe write a blurb about ur first time staying overnight at harry’s or him at urs super fluffy !!

omg cute of course. i did something similar here if u also wanna check that out kbyeeee

Lighting the last candle on the coffee table, your heart starts beating faster when the doorbell goes off. You look around, trying to spot things out of place, and when you can’t see anything out of the ordinary, you walk to the door.

He stands there with his overnight duffel, a hair-clip holding the front of his hair, and he’s got his big sunglasses on his face despite the gloomy weather outside.

He smiles, too big, and holds his duffel up— smile getting bigger and bigger.

“Hi,” you say, trying so hard not to crack under his happy gaze.

“Hi baby, sorry I’m a bit late—” he nods at his duffel bag. “—Was trying to find my bag.”

“No worries,” you smile, feeling a tad lighter now. “Come in.”

So, he does.

He watches you close the door behind him, and you guide him inside. You both stop in the middle of your living room, Harry’s eyes falling to his favourite candles on the coffee table before he turns to you, his smile bigger now.

“You did this for me?” He asks.

You’re trying hard not to let your nerves get ahead of you as you smile, and shrug like it’s no big deal.

It wasn’t as though you spend a lot of money on one candle just because your boyfriend of six months loved the scent.

Not really. Yes, really.

“I’ll—” you look around, then back at him. “—Follow me,” you say, feet already carrying you where your bedroom is.

You’d changed the sheets into your fancier ones, and even got a humidifier because you knew he liked them.

He does, he follows you with his little bag, and you open the door, waiting for him to walk inside before you do.

“You okay?” He looks at you.

“I am.”

You watch him place the duffel bag on the bed, and walk over to you. He grabs your chin— you look up at him. Leaning in, he locks your lips in a sweet kiss, and you taste the mint in his breath before he pulls away, the smile back on his beautiful face.

He bites his bottom lip. “Are you, though? You seem nervous.”

Feeling totally called out, you let out a puff of air and clear your throat before shaking your head.

“I just want tonight to be great,” you murmur, eyes locked on his duffel bag on your bed.

“Babe, it’s already great— it’s wonderful! I’m with you, we’re spending time together. What more do I want? Come here,” he pulls you into a hug, and kisses your forehead. “I love you— thank you for having me over.”

“I just— I don’t know, I’m being stupid.”

“A little!”

You gasp. “Hey!”

“Come on,” he grabs you by the hand, and guides you out of your bedroom. “I’m cooking tonight.”

The night goes by, you eat your gluten-free pasta on the sofa, side by side with feet on the coffee table. You watch reruns of Doctor Who as he makes little comments here and there, and when it’s bedtime, you both make your way into your bedroom, Harry immediately going for his duffel bag.

You watch him take his stuff out, and you crack a smile when you notice he’s taking out his skincare products instead of clothing items.

You follow him into your ensuite, and you fall into a routine as you brush your teeth side by side, shoulders touching, and you do your nighttime skincare routine together, Harry asking what each product do.

“Is that a serum?”

“Yes.”

“Can I use it?” He asks, turning to you.

“It’s for dry skin,” you rub the serum into your skin while he watches. “You have combination skin.”

“Hm,” he nods. “What’s that?”

“What?” You follow his gaze, stopping at your facial roller.

“Can I use that one?”

You smile, grabbing it before handing it to him. “Go on then,” you say, crossing your arms as you watch him move the roller against his skin.

“Like this?” He says, rolling it very gently.

You lean in, and kiss his lips. “Yes, bub. You can— let me,” you say, grabbing it from his hand.

He stands there as you move it across his face, and lets out a sigh.

“What’s that?”

“What?” He turns to you.

“You sighed.”

“I just love it here,” he chuckles. “Can I please extend my stay?”

#fic recs

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yourinstagram watermelon sugar FLOATIE

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yourbff harry styles could NEVER ↳ yourinstagram he tried yet failed

harryfan1 where can i buy this???

solarisfan3 need a harry x solaris meeting ngl

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yourinstagram tastes like... 🍓🍓🍓

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yourbff ok this is really cute

harryfan2 i swear if she doesnt get to meet him theres no hope for the rest of us

solarisfan4 LINK??? ↳ yourinstagram i got you [link]

harrystyles i would also like one of these liked by yourinstagram

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yourinstagram lockdown vibes with a weird willy wonka x mime love child

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annetwist i’m glad you two are stuck together ❤️

harryfan8 ewww shes obviously just using him for clout ↳ harryfan3 lmfao hes the one who hit her up??? did you not even see the yt video? ↳ harryfan8 no??? why would i when shes trash yourbff im so lonelyyyyy i have no bodyyyyy to call my ownnnnnn ↳ yourinstagram i miss you call you later DISCORD MOVIE NIGHT??? ↳ yourbff OMG YESSSSS avengers????

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yourinstagram date night, anyone know any good movies out right now? 👀

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yourmum so lovely x

gemmastyles i heard theres a new marvel movie out 👀

solarisfan10 omg theyre watching ETERNALS??? HARRY’S ACTING?!

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yourinstagram this man is a BULLY dont believe all the TPWK he spouts its a COVER UP

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harrystyles slander ↳ harryfan2 omg he replied ↳ solarisfan8 you threw a WATER BOTTLE at her!! yes it was empty but BULLY

yourbff cancel harry styles!!!

harryfan8 ugh not this h*e again

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yourinstagram slipped the main act my number, hope he calls

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yourbff can i slip you my number ↳ yourinstagram slid into these dms babyyyyy

solarisfan9 THEY WERE SEEN AT BILLIES SET AHHHHHHHH

harryfan3 you slayeeeeeed

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harrystyles grateful for you, love of my life.

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yourinstagram he slapped my ass right as this picture was being taken. hence his face ↳ harryfan2 OMG I KNEW HE DID SOMETHING SUS ↳ yourbff what. a. perv.

annetwist can’t wait to see you again soon. x

solarisfan5 ugh my parents!!!

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x ofc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #hs #twitch streamer yn #harry styles au #solaris universe

[barkrry]

minecraft beds | harry styles

harry styles x streamer!yn in which you’re a twitch streamer with a following of a couple hundred viewers, and harry (your boyfriend) wants to make a youtube video with you Twitch was your usual domain for creating content, but you also never shied away from creating a YouTube video. Especially when Harry was away and you had a bit more free time. But this had actually been his suggestion.

You were set up at your usual desktop, rubbing your lips together as she glanced over at him at his own desk space. Harry wasn’t a gamer, other than the occasional few games of FIFA on the Xbox - especially if he was chatting to any of the boys. But he knew it was a big outlet for you, helping you through some of your darkest moments.

He was fiddling with the brand new webcam that you had gotten set up above his monitor, a slight crease in his brow.

“We don’t have to do this, H,” you reminded him gently, biting down on your lip as you watched him.

“It was my idea, Sun,” he reminded you in return, blowing you a soft kiss with the warmest smile.

Come the end of recording, you were rolling your eyes at him playfully as you turned off his recording equipment. He had a smug smirk on his face though, tugging you to sit down on his lap as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your skin, as he was rubbing your side. And you couldn’t stay mad at him for long, as you knew both your and his fans would love the content.

The video started on your minecraft character, in its usual skin in a brand new world with your webcam placed in the upper left corner. You were giggling as you spam crouched in your usual greeting.

“Hey, guys! Solaris here and today we’re gonna be doing something a little different-” you paused as sounds of a pig being hurt were being heard. “I’m gonna regret this!” You declared, when the laugh of your boyfriend joined the noises. Changing your point of view in the game, you were now looking at Harry’s character who was punching a pig. “Harry!” You complained, running up and punching him once.

“He looked at me funny!” He declared, as the video switched to his point of view with his own webcam in the upper right. “Hi, lovie,” he smiled happily, as he lovingly punched you in the game.

“Hi, H,” you returned the smile, giggling as you were jumping happily in the game. “Would you like to play minecraft with me?”

“Of course, m’love,” he had the warmest smile on his face throughout the entire video.

It didn’t take you long to find somewhere to build a house, which you quickly set to work on building. Harry was hunting for food, when he let out a yell of surprise. And in the distance from your point of view, you heard an explosion.

“Baby, are you okay?” You panicked, as you were rushing off to find him.

“‘M fine, green thing exploded, took away m’hearts!”

“Y’still got mine,” you reminded him, and the camera definitely picked up on the shy blush on his cheeks.

Getting back to the base, Harry took a wander around as he complimented the vision and style. Before he was laughing loudly, when he saw the bedroom set up.

“Y’didn’t even ask me!”

“Ask you what, baby?” You asked him, as you followed him into the bedroom of your base.

“If we can put our beds together!” He laughed, as he was breaking one of the beds and placing it against a different wall. You gasped, eyes widening as you looked around the two desks to look at him. “What?”

“I didn’t realise you wanted to break up, Harry Styles,” you pointed out to him, as you were hitting his character playfully.

“Y’just snore, so much,” he replied, teasingly as he was laughing.

“Never playing minecraft with you again,” you pouted, shaking your head as you were walking away from him.

What you weren’t expecting however was for Harry to take out his iron sword that you had stolen from a village and gifted to him as a present, and start hitting you with it. Your character dying before you even had the chance to react.

“Harry!” You complained loudly, staring at your death screen, hovering over the respawn button.

“Oh! You had a green thing,” he said, as he was picking up all your items, completely ignoring you. “An emerald… I want one!”

“Harry, you killed me!”

“Sun, baby,” he tried to reason, but you were pressing the respawn button and you weren’t inside the room. Eyes widening as you looked over at the real him, panic beginning to set in. “Baby, I’m sor-!”

There’s a sudden cut, and both face cams were on the screen in their own corners, and the two in-game characters were standing together. Harry was looking a little sheepish, as he licked his lips nervously.

“Minecraft, the game where you can create absolutely anything. But apparently, also destroy your relationship,” you started saying, with a small pout on your lips.

“But most importantly, the game where you can put your minecraft beds together, and have green things explode and steal your hearts,” Harry added, laughing.

“I’ve been Solaris, he’s been Harry. Stream Harry’s House on everything, and we shall see you next time!”

And the video played its usual end card.

Inherfeels: the cutest couple- BUT HARRY DONT KILL MY WIFE

Harrysdimple: oooohmygosh hes so in love with her SMITTEN???

1D4eva: ok his minecraft skin being the fine line outfit??? HOT

S0lar1sfan: ohhhhh harrys gonna be sleeping on the sofa!

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles x ofc #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfic #hs #twitch streamer yn #harry styles au #solaris universe

[barkrry]

solaris | harry styles

harry styles x streamer!yn in which you’re a twitch streamer with a following of a couple hundred viewers, and harry (your boyfriend) makes an accidental appearance on your stream She was happily laughing and chatting away to the chat box that would scroll up faster than she could reply. Playing her game, The Sims 4, as she entertained over a hundred people. Unaware of her boyfriend entering their shared house.

“Oh, my gosh! You guys— another baby, really?” She laughed at the redemption her chat pushed through. “Gonna make me lose my damn mind!”

The door behind her pushed open, the little creek that was a dead giveaway that her boyfriend was lurking in her stream room. Looking to the right, her grin grew at the sight of his tired face. He raised his hand in a silent greeting, knowing that if he spoke her mic could pick up on his voice.

“Alright, hold on, guys. The boyfriend just got home, so I’m gonna take a short break— make sure you stretch, take a pee break and get some more water and snacks!” She waved at her camera before pressing some buttons on her stream deck to mute her mic and change to her Be Right Back screen. Before she was turning to him with the biggest grin.

“Hey, Sun,” he greeted her softly, smiling as he stepped inside, knowing it was now safe. “How’s it going today?”

“Really good, how was the studio?” She asked him in reply, leaning back in her chair as he was leaning over her. His hands rested on the arms of her chair.

“It was good, Sarah mentioned coming by— said I’d let you choose when,” he hummed out, as he was leaning down and brushing a gentle, chaste kiss to her lips. “Taste like strawberries,” he mumbled, as he was stealing another kiss from her.

“Wearing your favourite,” she mumbled, enjoying the kisses she was receiving from him. Relishing in his affection, as she cupped his face between her hands gently.

“What challenge are you doing today?” He mumbled between kisses, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stay long before she had to return to her day job.

“100 Baby,” she whispered, smiling as she brushed her nose against his.

He raised his brow, looking down at her as his eyes dropped down to her stomach. “They have you popping out 100 babies?” He asked for clarification.

“No…” she paused, biting at her bottom lip. “They have you popping out a hundred babies,” she informed him, loving the reaction on his face. “Yeah, look,” she said, as she was turning in her chair slightly before her face was falling.

Seeing the chat was flooded with messages, which wasn’t unusual but they were all saying similar things.

⭐️ simsgamer243: omg is that ACTUAL HARRY STYLES????

⭐️ indigoqueen: SOLARIS DATING HARRY!!!!

🗡️ ⭐️ inherfeels: @solaris babe CHANGE SCREEN!!

She stared at the chat going a mile a minute with all similar messages, feeling her entire body go numb as her viewer number was just rising as more and more people found out that Harry was on her stream.

“Sun, what’s going on?” He asked her, his voice full of concern as he followed her line of sight.

On her monitor that didn’t show her game, was her webcam on her main chatting screen. And they were the main focus, as she stared in horror at the fact that they were now officially public.

Then her reflexes kicked in, and she was pressing End Stream on the software before she was sitting back. Harry’s hands rested on her shoulders, rubbing them gently as he tried to calm her down. His phone was already ringing in his pocket, and he knew he should answer it. It was probably Jeff, who would have been informed the second tweets started being made about the stream. But he had far more important things to worry about.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay,” he cooed softly, and they stayed there a while. Him whispering soft reassurances as she recollected herself.

It took him half an hour to calm her down, holding her on his lap, cuddled against his chest as he rubbed her back absent-mindedly. With the position, he was able to reply to the many texts he was receiving from Jeff, and other management. It just didn’t feel real to her, that their bubble had popped. Two years of hard work, gone. By the accidental push of a button.

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idk if youre still taking requests, if not, feel free to ignore this but

imagine going on a summer picnic date with harry 😔 having cute matching outfits ☹️ taking cute polaroid pics of each other 💔 feeding each other food 😕 him praising your cooking skills and vice versa 🫡 cuddling each other when you’re done eating 😰

i need to lie down 🧎🏽‍♀️ 😔

screaming okay YEAASSS❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

The fields extended for miles.

You and Harry had come out to the fields just past the motorway, by your house, so you could have a picnic in peace. This was one of your favourite spots together. A place where you could both be free and yourselves, together. To stargaze and cloud watch and pick pretty flowers in the meadows together.

It was a hot summers day and it was a perfect excuse to run away to the top of this field and just do nothing, but have a picnic and be together.

The view stretched for miles. You could see the motorway that you’d driven on to get here. You could see the Lake District mountains in the distance. You couldn’t spot a single cloud, the skies instead being a beautiful blue. It was a perfect day to tan and catch some healthy rays.

You were wearing a white sundress ( * ) with your Birkenstocks and Harry was wearing a cream cotton set, shorts and an over-shirt, with a tank underneath. Both of you looked cottage-core perfect and felt like a very matching couple today.

“Hey!” You shouted, as Harry stole your straw woven hat off your head.

You were both laying down on the red checkered picnic blanket. Harry lay on his side, propped up on his arm, whilst you were laying on your front, your face closest to him.

He placed the hat on top of his head and chuckled at your putting expression. “Then don’t be mean if you don’t want me to be mean back.”

“I wasn’t being mean.” You sighed.

“You said I had a grey hair. So now I’m covering it up.” He grumbled, picking at the strawberries in the pot in front of him.

“I never said that was a bad thing. I like me an older man, anyways.” You teased, catching his face with your eyes and urging him to lean down as you were leaning up.

Your lips softly touched his, a tiny smacking nose sounding when you broke apart.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and taste like strawberries.” He smiled, pecking your delicious lips for another time before giving you your hat back. You smiled and Harry knew that he’d done the right thing, because that smile was worth more than hiding a grey hair. Especially when he knew you’d love him regardless.

You hummed at him and kept your eyes on his. Both of you not saying anything, but simply looking at each other. It silently turned into a staring contest and you tried your best not to smile as his lips turned upwards. His eyes were so pretty that you could look at them all day. Before you could win, Harry leaned down and gave you another kiss to your lips and it made you blink.

“I won.” As he pulled back he spoke.

“You cheated.” You giggled, tipping your hat back slightly so you could see him better.

“There were no rules set, baby.” He leaned forwards and kissed your nose softly. You could never be mad at him. “Plus, I couldn’t not kiss you when you’re looking this pretty.”

“You think?”

“Art gallery worthy.” He spoke quietly, even though it was just the two of you. He didn’t want his words to be carried in the wind away from you both.

“Harry…” You dipped your head, blushing.

“I’m going to take a picture of you.” He said, causing you to lift your head. He smiled when you saw your pursed lips and squinting eyes. You knew, though, that there was no changing his mind so you agreed.

“Where’d you want me?” You asked and he wiggled his eyebrows. “Not like that, y’knob.” You pushed his chest and he toppled over on his back laughing and it made you laugh yourself.

“Anywhere.” He said once he’d stopped laughing, before sitting up and collecting the items he would need for taking photos.

Harry was an avid photographer in his spare him, which most people could guess but a lot of people didn’t realise just how much. It was a genuine hobby and a lot of the photos and artwork up in your house had been captured and edited by Harry himself. He invested in good quality camera equipment and made sure all his photos of you were taken on his best quality camera.

Once he was set up, he started taking candid photos of you. Ones where you were laughing at something he had said and others of you smiling simply because you are so happy. Some of you eating the strawberries and others of you holding out the fruit as if to gift it to Harry. He took a few of you laying on your back pretending to cloud watch, before taking some of you walking around the flowery fields and collecting pretty flowers between your fingers. A butterfly even landed on your finger at one point and the way your eyes lit up was not even camera worthy.

“Got your fix yet?” You asked, twirling around in your summers dress and holding onto your hat so that it didn’t fall off.

“Never when it comes to you.” He smiled behind his camera.

You both took some together too, setting up self timers so that they looked a little more candid.

Some photos were of you and Harry pretending to walk off across the flowery field. Others included you and Harry laughing and smiling with each other. There was a few where you were happily kissing each other and wrapped in each others arms. A few where you were sat again at the picnic blanket and feeding each other food, making a mess with the juicy fruits. Harry complained that he was sticky at one point, so there was a couple of photos of you sucking the juice off his fingers.

The photos were going to be happy memories to look back on, just like the day was to live through.

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harryfan1 the first photo OMGGGGGG

harryfan2 MY PARENTS

annetwist My favourite people🥰💗

sarahjones You two :( :)

harrystyles Summer with youuuu xx

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can we get some saggy titty love up in here cause i know damn well theadora’s father makes y/n feel like her milk jugs are the sexiest thing he’s ever seen

theadora: extras

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The house is quiet apart from the squeaky noises coming from the kitchen as Harry washes the pot they used for their dinner. Billy Joel comes on shuffle, and it makes him laugh, knowing Y/N would pout and reach for the device to skip Joel, not on my watch, Harry.

Though, he finds it strange, how she's still upstairs, despite knowing Theadora is asleep because she's texted him a photo of her milk-drunk, sleeping face from upstairs, in her cosy crib. Mission accomplished, will be there in a mo.

A moment– moments pass, but Y/N is nowhere to be found.

He places the last dish on the rack, and wipes his hand on the pink tea towel before turning his back to the sink. He makes his way upstairs, as quiet as one can be despite the creaking floorboards, and stops in front of their bedroom door. It's not shut completely, it's ajar, and he watches Y/N on the bed– in the bed, with one of his hoodies on, despite the temperature of the house: it's hot.

Normally, you would find their little family chilling in their short sleeves, maybe some pyjama shorts, or in true Harry fashion, as naked as one can be with a nine month old. Thus, it is extremely weird how she decided to put on a hoodie, rather than staying in her comfortable attire from earlier, a ratty band t-shirt and some shorts.

"Baby," Harry opens the door wider, and walks in. She looks up from her phone, and smiles.

It doesn't reach her eyes.

When she doesn't respond, he walks closer to their bed, and sits at the end. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You didn't come downstairs, baby."

"Oh," a shrug, then she locks her phone. "Sorry."

Harry knows the tone of her voice– this one in particular. It's sad, confused, and everything in between. She's got a lot to say, he knows, but is choosing not to.

So, he asks.

"What's going on, Y/N?"

Truth be told, they had ups and downs.

And they both had mood swings.

But he was particularly concerned when it came to her mood swings. He didn't want her to suffer, knowing it's a big deal having a baby and your mind and body changing afterwards.

She lets out a puff of air, and scratches her belly. "Nothing's going on."

"Something is going on, and I want you to tell me. I want us to work–"

"–I hate my body, okay? I hate everything about my body– especially my fuckin' tits because they're huge and– and saggy. So," she nods, a bitter one. "There, Harry. Happy?"

He coughs into his fist. "Happy?" He says, brows furrowing. "Why would I be happy about that, Y/N?" He gets up from his position, and moves closer to her body. He sits where her legs are, and pulls them onto his lap. "I love you–"

"–That doesn't help me."

"I know. But," a deep breath. "You gave birth to the most precious baby– our baby. You gave me the most precious gift, Y/N. For both of us. Of course your body will be different. Different does not mean bad."

She shakes her head, vigorously. "I hate it."

"Your body is beautiful. You are beautiful– every part of you, beautiful. Our daughter needs you–"

"–Well," she murmurs, bitterly. "It's her fault my tits are this huge and saggy."

"Baby," Harry can't help but laugh, and is comforted when he notices the side of her mouth lift in a small smile– a smirk. "I– God, I know this will sound creepy right now, but, I fuckin' love those tits."

"You're lying."

"Are you kidding me?" Harry shakes his head, and grabs her hands. "Remember last week? How I came when you basically smothered me with these big, juicy tits?" He laughs, getting closer and closer to her face as he presses their foreheads together.

"Yeah?"

"Baby," Harry smiles. "You make me weak in the knees– especially when you're naked."

"Harry," she whispers, a breathy gasp leaving her mouth when he goes to take the hoodie off. "What–"

"–Let me show you, honey," he murmurs, eyes shining when he notices the t-shirt underneath the hoodie was never there to begin with. He gives her a wolfish grin. "Let me show you how much these tits make me weak."

She clears her throat, clearly on board. "Okay," she nods, lips bitten. "Okay, yeah."

"Come here."

And, she does.

She moves closer to him on the bed, legs still on his lap, and Harry leans down to press kisses across her chest, where her necklace is before moving his kisses down, down, and at last, he reaches the tops of her breasts.

He looks up, a smile on his face, eyes nearly closing at the soft, warm skin over his mouth, and he feels himself get harder and harder when she looks at him with almost-shut eyes, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

"Fucking hell," Harry closes his eyes as she places a hand behind his head, cradling his head as her fingers massage her skull. "I'm so hard."

"You are?"

He looks up, tongue darting out to lick around the nipple area. Her hips buck at the sudden feeling around her sensitive nipples. "I am. Have you seen these tits?" He breathes into her warm flesh, and bites the side of her boob before locking his lips around the dark nipple.

One hand cradles the other boob, and he feels her press his head harder into her, and it makes him smile around the hardened nipple. He bites, and squeezes her other nipple as he bites more into the sensitive nub, and when he feels the nipple leak, they both gasp, and he looks up immediately.

"Harry," he feels her breathe, and he feels her squeeze her thighs together as soon as he tries to suck on the pebbled nipple, both moaning as the milk leaks out of her nipple, into his throat.

Harry looks up, thumb still stroking her other nipple. "You're so fuckin' dirty, aren't you, baby?"

"Harry... please."

"Please, what? Hm?" He chooses to switch to the other nipple, his hand stroking the sensitive, spent breast before his lips close around the other one. He kisses, sucks, but nothing comes out this time.

"More."

He opens his eyes, in midst of devouring her. He retracts his mouth, and presses kisses between her breasts before looking up at her. "More, what?"

"Please– fuck, H– don't make me say it..." She whispers, clearly embarrassed about their previous interaction– or more like, his interaction with her breast.

"Say it."

"Harry..."

He squeezes the hard nub of her nipple, and the milk comes out, splattering his neck in the process. "Say it."

"Fuck– just– suck on them."

He grins, hand coming up to wipe the milk splatters from his neck. It's not much, not like what he would imagine it to look like–  it's watery, and tastes nothing like the real thing.

"Y/N..." he murmurs, licking his fingers as if to clean the milk off of his fingers. He makes a show of it, and it makes her send her head back, and groan at the nasty, dirty sight. "I think we both know what we both want," he whispers, kissing the side of her boob before thumb and index finger squeezes her nipple very gently.

"Please, Harry..."

"Can I–" he lets go of her, and gets on his knees on the bed, her legs falling off of his lap. "Can I get comfortable?"

The look on her face almost makes him smile: she looks like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Harry..." she shakes her head, though he's having none of it.

"I want to suck on them, come on–" he walks over to her, still on his knees, and places his head on her lap, eyes on hers. "Breastfeed me."

"Harry... no."

"You know you want to– you know we both liked it– come on, baby, give it to me. Give it to your husband."

"Harry," she shakes her head, hand coming up to rest on her neck, just like she always does when stressed and confused. "I can't."

"Be a good little slut," Harry places his hand on her neck, and brings her face closer to his. He bites her bottom lip into his mouth, and lets go. "And feed your husband."

She gulps, and lets him straighten up a little in her lap, and she doesn't know what to do with her hands, so she places one on the back of his head, watching as he moves his mouth closer and closer to her breast. He opens his mouth, and gets his wet, warm mouth on her hardening nipple before he bites the nub, and licks over it.

He doesn't get to play, though, because he tightens his hold on her before he starts sucking on the nipple as her own hold tightens on the back of his head, a hiss leaving her mouth when it gets too tight and sensitive– his touch, his mouth.

"It– it hurts," she murmurs, fingers tightening their hold on his head as Harry sucks harder, clearly enjoying the feeling.

He doesn't respond, or make a move to get off. Instead, he swipes his tongue across the hard, tight, sensitive nub, and begins sucking harder, which makes the milk gush out even harder due to the movement of his tongue and mouth.

She feels it, feels the milk coming out, and when she looks down at the moaning mess that is Harry, she feels her walls, her pussy tighten at the dirty sight of him, the white liquid running down the sides of his mouth as the droplets meet his t-shirt.

Neither of them seem to care.

She can't help the itchy feeling between her legs, so one hand on his head, him still sucking, she places her hand on her clothed pussy, and start rubbing herself over the fabric.

Harry senses it, because he opens his eyes, and grins around her nipple before pressing kisses all over her wet, sticky breast.

It doesn't take long for her to come when she quickens her pace, her finger rubbing her clit up and down, despite the thin material of her shorts. She lets herself feel it all, the ringing in her ears finally dying down as he keeps pressing kisses across her chest, his other hand stroking her hip, and before she can ask if she can make him come, she notices the wet path in front of his joggers.

"Harry," she mutters, sending her head back so she lays on the pillows. Harry copies her, laying his head flat on her lap.

"Yeah?"

"Are we– we're not fucked up, are we?" She mumbles, biting the side of her thumb.

Harry lets out a chuckle. "No, I don't think so."

"Hm."

"Hey," he looks up, reaching a hand to stop her from biting her thumb. "I love you. So much."

She nods, smiling. "I love you, too."

"And," Harry says. "I love your body– I guess–" he lifts up his head, and looks at the front of his joggers before letting out a groan, then a chuckle. "–I guess it's clear how much I love your body."

"I guess so," she smiles, hands cradling his face as she strokes the hairs on his forehead, sending them back. "Thank you."

"Are you– thank you, you just made me cream my pants like I'm fourteen all over again."

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Harry x Matty [1D Band Member OC] / Harry x OFC Masterlist     [NOT MY MANIP, CREDITS TO ORIGINAL CREATOR]

The final show of Love on Tour 2022/23. Of course she was there, as if she would miss it. She was between albums, between tours. She had time. Standing backstage, watching as Harry sang his heart out, having the time of his life.

But she felt herself choking up as she watched him entertain the thousands of fans that were cheering him on, especially as he got to a very special song.

“Now, this song means a whole lot to me, and I hope it means a whole lot to you guys as well,” Harry began, his hands on his mic, holding it in the stand. “But there’s someone extremely extra important here tonight, and seeing as this song is written about them-” he took a deep breath, smiling as he glanced towards where she was standing. “I was wondering if they would like to join me in singing?” Her head nodded at him, grinning softly as she was getting her battery pack set into the pouch. “Ladies and gentleman, non-binary friends and everyone else, I am introducing you tonight to the future Mrs Styles, Matilda Forrest!”

Matty’s cheeks were bright red as she was stepping out onto the stage, the cheers deafening as she walked over to him. NyOh grinned at her, happily stepping back and reclaiming her previous spot. Harry’s arms were wrapping around her tight, pressing soft kisses to her temple.

“You’re crazy,” she said to him softly, shaking her head. Adjusting her ear pieces before walking up to her mic stand. “Holy, wow. This is… unreal,” she said into the mic, looking around at all the fans she could see.

Of course they were freaking out, the last time the couple had been seen together was in 2015 - right before hiatus and right before it was declared they had broken up. And now here they were, and he just announced they were engaged. They could be forgiven for the meltdown they may have been having, as well as the chants for the other One Direction members.

“The real star of the show is here now, so I guess I’ll go back to my dressing room,” Harry teased, grinning over at her on his right-hand side. His hand outstretched, holding hers tightly. “This is… Matilda.”

You can let it go You can throw a party full of everyone you know And not invite your family, ‘cause they never showed you love You don’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up

Matty had tears in her eyes as she sang along with him, readjusting her grip on his hand as she sniffled softly. He had the brightest smile as he watched her, and as far as they were aware, they were the only two in the room. Much like all the previous times they had sung this song together, curled up in bed.

You can let it go You can throw a party, full of everyone you know You can start a family who will always show you love You don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own

At the end of the song, he was cupping her face and gently kissing her lips before hugging her tightly.

In the end, you can choose who your family is. And Matty had chosen hers, her whole family was right here, kind of. Looking around at the stadium of people chanting her name, her head pressing against his chest as she sniffled. His fingers gently brushing through her hair, whispering to her that she was so loved, knowing that she needed the reminder sometimes.

And Matty was happy.

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