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unabashegirl · 10 months

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Enticing 26 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author’s note: Ugh! I can’t wait for all of you to read what I have planned for this series. It’s all I think about lately. I’ve even gotten my boyfriend involved. A boyfriend that I have turned into a Harry lover with my own obsession. I confess that I’ve just recently let him into my little secret world. He had been suspicious of it but hadn’t said anything. Last week, I confessed everything to him, and it was such a relief especially because he is now a big supporter of it all. He even gives me ideas. Anyway, enough about me! Let’s get started. Happy Reading everyone!

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It was late, around eleven o’clock when someone knocked on his apartment door. He was dozing off while he read the latest book by his favorite writer. The knock and the ringing of his doorbell startled him. For a moment, he considered not opening the door, but curiosity got the best of him and got him out of bed. As soon as he looked through the peephole, he was frantically trying to open the front door.

“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked Y/N, she looked beaten down and disheveled. Her mascara was running everywhere, and her eyes were red from all the crying that she had done on the ride over.

“C-can I stay here?” He pulled her into the apartment and shut the door before pulling her into a tight hug.

“This is your home. Of course, you can” Patrick kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly and she cried.

Y/N finally felt safe and comfortable. They sat on the couch while she continued to cry. It felt like a nightmare. She felt like time had stopped, and her future was a blur.

“Let me get you something warm to drink” Patrick had never seen her as broken. The last time she had been so broken was when her father had passed away and back then Y/N had been solely consoled by her mother. He started to warm some water for some tea and made sure to bring her a blanket.

“H- He accused me of cheating on him,” she said from the living room while he finished serving two cups of chamomile tea. Patrick frowned, disapproving of her ex-boyfriend’s accusations.

“On what claim?” He asked her as he carefully carried the teacups into the living room. “Weren’t you in Italy?” Y/N nodded and reached out for the tea. She took a sip before continuing.

“James messaged me while we were in Rome.” Y/N confessed which earned a gasp from Patrick, “He wanted to meet up and discuss some things. At first, I ignored him and blocked him from a new profile that he had created on Instagram to reach out to me. But then he texted me”.

“How did he get your new phone number?” Patrick had been very careful to hand out her phone number to people. Ever since the night she left him, Patrick had always asked for authorization when people asked for her phone. “It wasn’t me. I swear”.

“I don’t know, and I know it wasn’t you. I still haven’t been able to figure that part out.” Y/N exhaled loudly, feeling a bit calmer. “Harry freaked out, and after everything that has happened involving Oliver’s mom and his ex”.

“It’s irrational! So, he kicked you out?”

“I left” She confessed, wiping some tears off her face.

“Y/N” he sighed, “why? Didn’t you love him?”

“I did” Y/N’s voice cracked, “I do” she sniffed, “But how can I have a relationship with a man that expects me to trust him with all sorts of women, but when the time comes, he can’t give that sort of trust back to me?”

Patrick knew where she was coming from. James had cheated multiple times on her during her relationship and she had turned a blind eye. Y/N had been a fool in love before.

“I deserve better” She tried to convince herself, “He met up with them, Patrick. He had secret meetings with Ashley, and it wasn’t until Valeria revealed it to me that he confessed to it”. Patrick pouted at his best friend and pulled her into a big hug.

“You are totally right. You deserve better.” Patrick had always thought that Harry was it for Y/N —that he was her forever. He was shocked at the turn of events. It had been very hypocritical on his part to point fingers at Y/N when he had lied to her. “Let’s get your room and bed ready”. He still had a few questions to make, but he could tell that Y/N was done speaking. Patrick also knew that she needed to get some rest. “Would you like me to prepare you a bath?”

“No. I just need to be on my own.”

“I understand” Patrick set her bed up and got new bedsheets and a clean towel. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. He knew that she was in pain and the next few days would be harder for her.

Just as he had predicted, Y/N went through it all. A few days turned into five then into a week. Before he realized a week and a half had passed by since she had arrived that night. Patrick would check on her in the morning and find her sitting on her bed without any sleep. He would make her breakfast and would come back to it barely touched. Y/N barely left her bed unless it was for peeing, taking a shower, or throwing up the food that she had just attempted to eat.

On the fifth day, she finally accepted to take a sleeping fill that Patrick’s psychiatrist had ordered him to take for his insomnia and anxiety. She slept wonderfully until nausea got her straight out of bed. So, Patrick bought her melatonin gummies at the pharmacy and made her chicken soup most of the day since it was all she could keep down.

“Enough! I love you, but you are killing yourself” Patrick cried, he had just arrived from work to find her throwing up in the guest bathroom. It had been two weeks since she had broken up with Harry. “You are going to get up and change, and we are going to go out on a walk.”

“I can’t” she cried, “I can’t go out there, Patrick. Not when every corner of this damn city reminds me of him and of what we could’ve been.”

“No!” He explained, “What’s meant for you will stay and he didn’t! He didn’t fight for you, so you don’t get to lie around and kill yourself slowly. Do you think he stopped going to the office after you left?! No, because people count on him and need him”. He was tired of seeing her so defeated. He missed her. “And I need you!” Patrick slapped his chest with every word, emphasizing how hard it’s been to see her so broken.

Y/N gently sat up on the bathroom floor and flushed the toilet as she looked up at her best friend.

“So, get up! Get ready! We are going out on a walk and getting some Starbucks.”

Y/N eventually got off the floor and took a hot shower. She had lost multiple pounds, enough to allow her to see her hip bones. Her skin was dry and the bags under her eyes made her look unrecognizable. Patrick was right, she thought.

“Ready?” She had dressed in some leggings, vans, and a puffy sweater. It had started getting colder in New York, warning the people that winter was just around the corner, and it was going to be a hard one. Patrick hooked arms with her just as they left the apartment building.

“Isn’t it nice? Didn’t you miss the fresh air?” The trees had started turning, and the leaves had begun to fall. Y/N was quite surprised at how quickly the city had changed in her absence.

“I have,” she said a bit teary eye, and for the first time not about leaving Harry, but about missing life.

After getting their drinks, they sat in Central Park on a bench and enjoyed watching other people walk past them.

“Should have ordered a hot chocolate too or a pumpkin spice” Patrick said as he drank his ice caramel macchiato.

“It’s chilly, and you decided to order a cold drink?” Y/N giggled after sipping her hot chocolate, “You are an idiot” Patrick laughed along, even though his fingers left like icicles against the cold cup.

“You giggled!” He pointed out, it had been a while since he had heard her or seen her smile.

“Thank you” she genuinely thanked him. She suddenly felt emotional and wanted to cry for having such a wonderful friend as Patrick. “Would you like my chocolate?” She offered.

“Is this your way of saying thank you? A Starbucks chocolate?” He gasped, “Outrageous. I deserve much more, but I’ll have some”.

“No, it’s not believe me. I just that I feel nauseous all of a sudden.”

“I thought you were doing better! Stop making yourself sick, Y/N.”

“I am not! Everything has been making me nauseous lately, and I can’t keep anything down”. She confessed, “You thought I was making myself sick?”.

“Don’t be mad about what I am about to say.” Patrick had thought that her nausea had been part of some weird psychological episode caused by her breakup and depression. “What if you are pregnant?”...

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grapejuicestyless · 1 month

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Good Luck, Babe!

Harry Styles x Fem!reader

Summery: Harry could run around the world in search of a replacement to fill the void that you left, but he’s better off coming to terms with the fact that he’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling.

I’m okay knowing I won’t ever get to call my future lover my high school sweetheart. It’s hard to stay committed to someone for decades as an adult, let alone at sixteen. But it pulls at my heart strings just to know little me would be so devastated knowing the boy who used to string up fairy lights and scribble on big bubbles letters on poster boards for our prom decided I was too boring for his massive life and left once the glitter from all the glamour of fame got in his eyes.

It’s funny to think about, ten years thrown away forever because my stable life wasn’t worth living when he could offer me anything I could ever dream of. God forbid I want to settle down with some little ones to teach nothing but love in a world where everyone can only ever teach their children hate. God forbid I wanted that with him.

No, my dreams were stupid compared to those of his own. Children mean nothing to him if he’s not taking home another award for his excellence. Settling down is a laughable dream, how could I expect him to ever even try when it seemed like with every single chance to start trying he was at a new peak in his career.

When I left him, he didn’t even look sad. Not even when I turned to face him as I walked out of our front door with all my things stuffed in a bag slung over my arm. He looked distant, sure, but not sad and that made me sad, for me but mainly for him.

Three years ago if I had even shown signs of unhappiness he would have stopped the world to fix our issues, ironed it all out real nice to make sure that I never felt that feeling again. Now I could beg on my knees pleading for him to hear me and my cries would fall on deaf ears.

But I don’t regret leaving him in the end. It hurt at first, leaving behind all I ever knew, letting him go after I wasted away all my youth on him, but life goes on and my heart would heal the longer we were apart.

Occasionally he would reach out, letters with the same swooping letters that I recognized as his own handwriting, the same writing that once wrote me love letters, all addressed to me with the hopes of meeting up.

But I knew myself better than that, I knew Harry better than that. If I met him, even only for coffee our night would end with me back in his arms and his head between my legs. We weren’t ever meant to split, but then again no one who’s ever felt the same kind of love like young kids is ever made to walk away from something so sweet.

I was better for it, between each letter there was a new girl. A model who resembled me in the most vague ways. I wondered all the time if he ever accidentally called any of them my name. If he chose them with my eye color so when he looked into their eyes he could see mine for just a second. It felt like each week he was caught leaving some bar with some other girl, someone else’s lipstick staining his jaw.

I got over him slowly, never fully, but enough to love again. I had room to give once more and enough strength left to keep fighting for the love I deserved. I earned the right to be able to hold someone who would call me “baby” with pride, without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment.

Harry could kiss a hundred girls and boys in bars, drink away his twenties and sing to his fans across the world, and I would be here chasing my own dreams. After all, he always needed the spotlight, he lived for it. All I needed was a little love, and somehow in his search for glory, he lost any kind of that he had and I had found it again.

I saw Harry a couple years later, the small bar in Brooklyn with the good music and sweaty bodies. He looked good, he always did. His hair looked a little grey and I must admit, I almost drooled, but looks were the only attraction I would ever feel for him. Emotionally, I was cut off, even when he leaned up close and pressed me into a bone crushing hug.

With a cool smile on his face he asked me confidently what I was doing here and how I’d been. I told him a friend of a friend had invited me along to come celebrate an old friend’s birthday, that I didn’t really want to drink tonight and was just trying to enjoy myself.

I could see his hesitation when an arm slung itself over my shoulders, curly brown hair tickling my cheek and a kind smile flashing towards him and somehow in our conversation, I forgot the most important update in my life, one I’d make sure he’d never forget.

“Who’s this?” He asked kindly, ready to introduce himself even though we were all well aware everyone in the room knew him by name.

“Oh, Harry, how rude of me!” I laughed at the time, but I’m still not sure if he could hear it over the music. I hope he did, because it would have been the last time he would hear it.

“Harry, this is my girlfriend.”

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pancakes4two · 2 years

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figured it was about time i write a dadrry blurb. look out for a short fic to accompany this as well! face claim is summer rachel warren 🤍

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yourinstagram something to share with you…

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harrystan OMG WHAT WHAT QHAT

harryflorals WE WERE NOT EXPECTING THIS!!!

harryfan1 A LITTLE BABY HARRIET

hsdaily CONGRATULATIONS

harris_reed divine mother ⭐️

yourbff the hardest secret to keep.. so happy for you

gigihadid congrats MAMA!!

kyliejenner playdates soon ❤️‍🔥

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harrystyles Baby Styles. Coming to a belly near you.

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harrystan HE’S SO GOOFY

harrygirl casually breaks the internet w/ a baby announcement at 9am on a monday

harryfan1 this is the most harry way to announce a pregnancy ever

harryfan2 in a few months there’s going to be a tiny little harry running around and i’m not ready for it

niallhoran So overjoyed for you, congrats man.

jefezoff 👶🏻

liampayne My brother!! All the love to you

kaiagerber Oh yes

zendaya Couple of the year becomes family of the year

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enews Harry Styles was papped this morning rushing off to the airport in between two sold out nights at the Kia Forum. A source close to the star said his girlfriend, Y/N L/N went into labor late last night, and we can only assume he’s jetting off to support her through her birth. Do we think they’re having a boy or girl?

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harrystan IT’S HAPPENING OMFG IT’S HAPPENINGGGGGGGG

harryfan1 SHE HASN’T POSTED ON STORIES IN 24 HOURS IT’S DEFINITELY HAPPENING

harryfan2 he’s going to be a dad so soon omg i’m so sick with excitement

harry4ever can you imagine him with a little baby girl 🥺

harryfan5 ok but a boy would be so cute too like what if he’s literally just the tiny version of harr😢😢😢😢

harryfan6 nooooo i hope my show doesn’t get postponed

harrygirl The fact that y’all are worrying about shows when he’s going to the birth of his literal CHILD is concerning. Read the room

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yourinstagram baby beau styles is here and he is everything we could have possibly ever dreamed of & so much more.

a little backstory behind the second picture: last week, exactly 7 days before my due date, harry scheduled a 2-day break from his tour. i thought nothing of it, figured he was just taking some well-deserved time off—we all know how hard he works. it turns out, he did just about everything but rest. he spent nearly all of those forty-eight hours in the studio, recording lullabies for our yet-to-be-born son. he took his golden voice and pressed it into vinyl form, so our baby can fall asleep every night knowing he is so loved and safe with us.

so incredibly thankful for my body for nurturing sweet beau until he was ready to join us earthside. i keep counting his little fingers and toes and thinking he is the greatest gift life could have ever given me. half of me + half of h. one perfect tiny human.

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annetwist ❤️

gemmastyles Time for me to get into the Aunt Gem uniform.

harrystyles The greatest gift. Couldn’t be more in love.

yourbff stop it!!!!!!!! need to know what’s on the record now!!!!!

yourinstagram he recorded beautiful boy, sweet creature, and songbird. how did i get so lucky.

harrystan I ACTUALLY NEED TO BE SEDATED THIS IS THE SWEETEST CAPTION I HAVE EVER READ

harryfan1 IT’S A BOYYYYY!!! BABY BEAU🥺🥺🥺🥺

harryfan2 congrats y/n you’re gonna make the greatest mama

harryfan3 y/n don’t be shy let us make bootleg copies of the vinyl

yourinstagram thank u all for all the love🤍🤍🤍 my heart feels so full.

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pracstyles · 3 years

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Love is only for the brave

Imagine: After the irrelevant chaos held by Candace Owens of him wearing the dress, Y/N helps him and proves that you have to be brave for each other when you are in love.

A/N - It's an old topic to discuss about. The whole thing is outdated now to talk about but I wrote this months ago but never finished it. Also, even if the whole Candace Owens thing is not there, the toxic masculinity and misinterpretation on feminism is still there which I would like to highlight in this imagine. Hope you enjoy!

Warning - lots of crying, hate and toxic comments, insecure!harry

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The door clicks after her as she enters the apartment, her one hand carrying the entire bag of papers, a pile full of script she decided to bring back home to read, too lazy to do it on the set. Other than that, she was missing her boyfriend. The moment her watch showed nine o'clock, indicating she was done with her day at the set, she had rushed out of the set they've been working on.

The third reason being that she quite remember arguing with Harry about the positions she always wants to have sex in. While she wants to do it, Harry is somewhat reluctant about her getting hurt. So, during her lunch break, she'd make sure to question every query through the internet. Luckily enough, there were several opinions about it and she found out the conclusion.

“Baby, I am home!” She shouts happily through the exhaustion. A glimmer of smirk comes on the side of her lip as she shouts again in an amusing tone. “With answers!”

In other, usual days, Harry Styles would never dare to keep quiet when he hears his girl’s voice. Today, Y/N feels something wrong.

The whole place is cascading with silence. For a second she thinks he has gone out. The thought instantly worries her as to why hasn't he texted earlier to tell her that he would be gone out late. She hastily put her bags on the side table beside the entrance and walks in, her eyebrows furrowed together. Where is he?

Passing the hallway attaching the living area and their shared bedroom, she reaches in front of the door, almost lifting her hand to twist the knob when her ears pick on a wet throaty sob, followed by another sound of cry.

No doubt, the other side of the door is Harry. She even can feel the pain in his cry, he’s hurt, badly. She senses outrage as her mind dampens with anxiety not knowing who dares to distress him. The last time she had heard this much pain through his voice was when his stepdad passed away. That time she was in no place to blame anyone and prefer to give Harry every amount of care. But now, the thought of him undergoing the same squirms resentment inside her.

She didn't waste any time to open the door, the only barrier coming between them. Her heart almost tugs into half seeing the love of her life, sitting on the carpet near the bed, his head hidden between his palms. He let out another cry and then silences himself with quiet sniffles.

“H.” His uptight shoulders loosen instantly when he hears her voice.

His arms fall down that was initially wrapped around his body protectively and he automatically speaks. "They are talking stuff about me." Harry murmurs.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" Y/N sits down beside her boyfriend who sniffles, shaking his head while looking down at his lap. She bits her lips clearly not okay how shaky he looks. "Harry, tell me what stuff?"

Harry breathes and stifling a sob he spills. "They didn't like the dress that I wore."

Normally she is the one crying over everything and nothing, every crisis that ever happened to her, Harry's arms always had found her body to wrap, to soak in every sadness from her but now she is the one required to give comfort. Shuffling herself more closer to him, Y/N reaches for him and strokes her thumb on his tear-stained cheek. "You went online?"

With a nod, Harry responds to her. He feels guilty. He was strictly told not to go on social media the moment the photo shoot would be out for the world held by vogue. His manager, PR team, and even his mom asked him to keep his distance as the shoot was controversial enough to affect his career. So, Y/N made him stay away from all the comments being passed for a week. Until she chose to go to work this morning compelling Harry to check Twitter.

Seems like all hell broke loose after that.

"Oh, Harry." Y/N sighs, slumping her shoulders. Harry lays his head swiftly on her shoulder as her fingers started combing his soft curls. They both stay cuddled into each other arms, sitting on the floor of their bedroom.

"There is this woman." Harry begins slowly. "Candace Owens. She criticized the shit out of me." He chuckles softly.

Holding him, she pulls him apart to focus her eyes on him. "Who is she?"

"I don't know much about her but got to know she is an author and activist."

"That's why I told you not to open those apps for few days, didn't I?"

"Curiosity got the best of me, I guess." He whispers. Rubbing his cheeks with the back of his palms, he glances at her taking a long breath. "What should I do?"

"Have you talked to Jeff about this?"

"He said to ignore these comments."

Licking her lips, she asks, tilting her head in familiarity. "Well, can you ignore them?"

Harry's eyes again teared up. "I think I can't."

"Show me," Y/N says. Kissing his forehead, she smiles sadly at him. "If you can't ignore then share it with me. Show me what she had said."

He nods at her words. He feels fortunate to have her. With a lot going on, he always knows he will have Y/N along to support him. At last, she is one of his biggest supporters.

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, he hesitantly passes it to his girlfriend who gives him a reassuring glance before unlocking his phone to see the first thing that pops on the screen; the twitter statement made by Candice Owens. Harry must have put down the phone after reading this, feeling low enough which made him cry.

"There is no society that can survive without strong men. The East knows this. In the west, the steady feminization of our men at the same time that Marxism is being taught to our children is not a coincidence. It is an outright attack."

"Clothes don't define how strong a man is. Clothes simply shouldn't define your gender." While she is nodding reading the words, she scrolls down to see the opposite.

"It screams gay to me. What is happening to this world? Men trying to be women? Go out and work. Leave this to women."

It is then when one reply catches her attention. It says. "Wait so Y/N let her boyfriend wears the gown and had no problem with it? Dude, she ain't getting it on the bed then."

Following comments are either of people supporting Harry or standing Candice's statement about how he has influenced the wrong description of masculinity. Disgust crawls upon her, watching the audacity of this woman not only circulating false reality but changing the whole meaning of feminism and masculinity.

"Ugh! What the fuck?" Y/N finally groans, looking up after skimming through the replies under the tweet. Harry sure had predicted an outburst, a hug to comfort but not her walking on him. He stares as she tosses his phone on the bed angrily and dashes out of the room. He doesn't move though, thinking Y/N has left him.

While Harry thinks worst out of the situation, Y/N is fuming. She is seeing red. Digging her phone from her bag, she calls her manager instantly.

"Hello?"

"I am posting about Harry on my social media." It isn't her telling the manager but instead making her statement clear.

"Didn't you two determined to keep your relationship private?" Her manager's voice comes in an alerting tone.

"Not after what people is saying about Harry online."

Of course, her manager knows it. Hell, everyone working in the movie with Y/N is dreading to ask her how she feels about her boyfriend wearing a dress but they decided on the contrary.

"Be careful, Y/N. You know you shouldn't be getting into any feud when we are so close to finishing the movie. It can damage the ratings once it get released." Her manager sighs on the other side. "I'm just saying you have to be careful with your words. Protect your boyfriend but don't forget about your reputation."

"I will try to be as polite as I can. Good night." With the last farewell words, Y/N's mind knows what to do next. It has to be done. Not for Harry but to clear the stigma.

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The next morning, Harry wakes up with red swollen eyes, hair scrambled with knots, and throat aching from the crying the previous night. But the other thing that comes to his attention is him resting on the bed when he clearly remembers falling asleep on the floor.

That means only one thing. Y/N had helped him to bed. That means one more thing. She is still here. His heart is beating fast. He is unsure whether she now thinks of him as a joke like others.

Taking a deep breath, he walks over to the bathroom and decided to clean himself up good to face the consequences. He's afraid to do so but as long he wishes Y/N to be his side, he can handle anything. He relatively recalls the day, when he came home to her, a contract in one hand telling her about how he got into a Vogue photoshoot. According to him, this was something big for not only him but for the world to face as he would be dressing up in a gown. Not to forgot he was terrified of her reaction too, of what she'd think. His face went priceless when she smiled at him, later dedicating the whole night for the big opportunity landed on him.

"You don't think of me as some mad man wearing dress at all?" Was his trembling words when she had stepped in the kitchen with wine glasses.

"You're only a mad man in bed, baby. In a positive way, of course." Was her answer with a shrug and a proud smile.

So, how can he think of her not supporting him now?

Harry carelessly gets out of the shower, rushing to wear his clothes as he wants to check on her. He is convinced Y/N couldn't just stop supporting him.

When he strolls out of the bedroom, he then smells a delicious aroma filling the whole hallway of their apartment. A smile tugs on his lips, surprisingly a cheerful one that had gotten away since the night.

He finally finds her. Swaying her hips, she is mixing something in a pan as she cooks something while dancing to whatever the radio's been playing.

"Y/N." That makes her turn around and Harry sighs in relief seeing his love happy and not what he was imagining earlier.

"Baby, good morning to you too." She grins radiantly at him.

"I am sorry for yesterday." The words came out faster Y/N could blink. She creases her eyebrows together, very confused as to why he is apologizing to her.

"Why are you sorry?"

"For crying like a baby yesterday. You came home tired and then you had to babysit me." Y/N sure felt her chest tightens at his words. Does he thinks she feels obliged to take care of the person she is in love with?

"It wasn't me babysitting you, H. You needed comfort yesterday. You've done the same for me too, right?" When Harry nods, she continued. "None was your fault, Harry. You did something which you felt comfortable doing. If few people don't seem to appreciate this then it's on them."

"You don't think of me as a fool?"

"Why will I think of you as a fool, baby?" Y/N walks near him.

"Me wearing dresses, painting nails, and wearing jewelry...you never thought of it as extra?"

She shakes her head and then looks straight into his eyes. "What do you think of yourself when you wear these things? Normal or extra?" She asks calmly.

"Normal."

"And how long it's been since we are together?"

"Three years." His answer comes out fast.

She sighs, glowing. "Yes, three years. So, why the fuck will I feel your dressing sense extra when I never once complained about it."

Silence quoting in the kitchen, she snickers. He watches her while she chuckles at his dumbfounded reaction, returning to her work. His head starts bobbing in understanding. The words of his girlfriend explored his mind further. If someone close to you gets affected by your real normal self then the person is not your loved one.

His mom always loves him, so does his sister and his friends. Y/N loves him.

He smiles to himself. She truly loves him. She would never leave him alone.

Suddenly his phone rings breaking him out of his thoughts. Seeing how gracefully Y/N dances on the song currently playing on the radio he quickly walks out of the kitchen to attend the call. Turns out that the call is from Jeff.

He quickly picks up, thinking what provoked his manager to call him this early in the morning.

"You know you should marry Y/N right now or I'm fretting someone else will."

"What the fuck, Jeff? What are you talking about?" He questions.

"Just open insta and Twitter to find out, mate." With that Jeff quickly ends the call, leaving Harry to do the task. He sits on the couch, glancing over Y/N who is cooking breakfast for them.

Sighing to him, he gathers enough courage as he doesn't want another episode happening like yesterday night, he taps the Instagram icon.

He is left bewildered, as he stares at the photo. With the same rush of excitement, he quickly exits the app, opening twitter where his face gives the same reaction.

His eyes blink back few happy tears. He makes a run towards Y/N and carefully tugs her body around his arms. She squeals at the immediate weight lift and laughs, throwing her head back.

"Something happened?"

"Yes." He simply replies. Plopping her down, he is quick to taste her lips. He grabs her jaw and pulls her impossibly close enough, relishing her body heat and fragrance.

"Seems like something good happened." She hums, chuckling as she pulls apart.

"You, baby. You happened and it is more than good."

And yes, Jeff's warning of marrying Y/N stays in Harry's mind. He was in rush the next day to find a ring, a perfect fit for his lovie. In their love, she is the brave one and he is glad she is his.

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Flatmate: Y/N pranks her flatmate that she's pregnant with someone else (Patreon)

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“You what?”

“Pregnant.”

Harry froze for a second as if his brain was having a hard time processing the information. “Pregnant with new ideas?”

“What?” Y/N scoffed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It’s a meme. Dakota Johnson said that.”

“Harry, this isn’t a joke. I’m pregnant.”

“For real?”

“For real.”

The smile vanished on Harry’s face when Y/N pulled out the pregnancy test borrowed from Ben's sister. “Look.”

Ben had been right. Harry’s reaction to the news was priceless. At first she thought he might faint, but then he blinked hard as if the world came rushing in all at once. He pointed to the positive pregnancy test then her, back and forth as his mouth hung open. It took him a few seconds to be able to speak, and when he did, it was just stammering. “You...pregnant...with...like...real...human baby...”

“Yeah.”

“Y/N!” cried Harry as he grabbed his head. “P-Pregnant by...who?!”

“You know the weekend you were away?”

“Yeah.”

“Ben took me to this party and—”

“You had unprotected sex with a stranger at some party?! That doesn’t sound like you!”

“I just wanted to try new things and I couldn’t drink that well.”

“So he made a move on you without your consent.”

“I gave him consent.”

“You were drunk!”

“We were both drunk! Anyway, the condom broke. I took the emergency pill in the morning but—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Y/N said nothing, only shrugged. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and heaved a sigh. “Do you know who he is? Like where he lives? Got his contacts?”

Y/N shook her head. She feared Harry’s head might explode as his face was turning pink.

“Are you covering for this motherfucker?”

“No, I don’t know who he is or how to contact him.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying!”

“I’ll talk to Ben.”

“Why?”

“He took you to that party and left you there. It’s partly his fault.”

Y/N grabbed Harry’s arm when he turned away. “Talk to Ben later. I’ve got a bigger problem here. What am I supposed to do with the baby?”

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Golden Hour

Summary: y/n admires harry at the crack of dawn

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 983 words

Request by: @habiba012

Y/N was awoken by the light peaking through the sheer white curtains of their bedroom. The golden rays striving to battle against the opaque material and into Y/N’s face smashed lightly on the pillow—which was successful, granted that Y/N forcefully peeled her eyelids open. Sleep weighed heavy on her lids and lashes and she had to blink a good amount to even keep them gaping for a few seconds, tears welling up on her corner ducts.

She stared silently at the curtain-covered window—the glowing sunlight ablaze in the background of a white drop that mixed to a golden haze. It was heavenly, to say the least, how simple colors mixed with the shade of white can create such a canvas of grandiose that would surely take her breath away if she wasn’t feeling so calm at this moment.

Nothing can compare to the view on her left side, however. Harry was lightly snoring, deeply set on an induced dream while he slept soundly. Black lashes curling gently against the bags of his eyes, lids so shiny adorned a natural champagne twinge. His brows stuck in different directions just like how the mop on his head sprawled out messily on his own pillow.

The curve of his nose smoothly placed on the center of his face was inclined in a straight fashion and Y/N couldn’t help but to lazily lift an arm, sticking up a pointed finger, and tracing the bridge of his nose from the core to the very tip. She smiles to herself when she envisioned Harry’s nose twitching like a bunny without his consent—like it had a mind of its own. Gentle breathing hit her finger as she ended its journey near his nostrils, tilting a bit to touch the dip of his Cupid’s bow and feeling a scruff of a mustache that he had been growing for days. It was rough, yet his skin was soft–making a distinguishable comparison between the two textures.

And oh, his lips—looking plush and plump, tinted in the most enticing shade of pink—held set in a pout even in his sleep. It looked soft and Y/N had the sudden urge to give him a kiss right then and there, but she refrained. Instead, she let her thumb join her pointer to pinch the skin—as he would do in interviews when he was contemplating on what to say.

Y/N tapped gently on his chin, pausing when his breathing heaved from its usual rate. He groaned quietly, lids cracking the tiniest centimeter to see the minor nuisance tickling his skin.

“Y/N?” He questioned groggily, sleep embedded in his voice. She hummed in response, watching as he shifts from his position on his back to his side, facing her. She swore her entire being could combust on the bed because not only did he looks beautiful, but his voice—he sounded absolutely gorgeous even without trying. His face was half pressed up against the pillow, showcasing the protruding cheekbone.

She let the back of her finger stroke the bone covered up by layers of silky soft skin. Coincidentally, the sunlight shifted to hit that area of his face, making it seem as though he was wearing a highlighter. He was illuminated—and so, so pretty.

His face shifted in response. The skin by his eyes crinkling in confusion as he tried to—with as little effort as possible—figure out what his girlfriend was up to.

“What are you doing?” His slurred speech resonated in the dim light, making Y/N swoon at the gruffness accompanying his heavier accent. He was sleepily talking tongues and Y/N’s heart melted.

“Just admiring how pretty you are,” She spoke with an almost hypnotized daze. Her head resting on the palm of her hand, forearm holding the weight of her body up so that she had a clear view of him.

Harry smiled, cheeks slowly turning a shade of pink—just like his lips. His dimple dipping on his face as he tried hard to not to act so giddy from her compliment.

“That’s not true,” He answered, letting one eye scan her for any traces of mischief and deception. “You’re the pretty one,”

She blows a raspberry, rolling her eyes. Yet, she bears a grin at his words. “You’re so beautiful,”

He groans in response, lifting a heavy arm up and pushing her away jokingly. In reality, Harry was about to burst from the love and praise she was giving him. Her—an angel of an own kind, mesmerized by his mundane features? He could never.

Especially when she was looking like a goddess from the glimmering halo adrift around her head—Harry’s chest convulsed with a second breathe. She was literally glowing—undeniably radiating beauty without taking notice of the effect it had on Harry. Her skin was supple and smooth, the pigment going well with the brightness of the sun. Her features being shaded properly by the massive star. She was the epitome of perfection and she didn’t even know it. Harry was voluntarily ogling her but she was solely focused on admiring him. Him. Y/N was smiling at him so gently, gracefully—and with so much love and affection that Harry could implode.

But he lets himself bathe in the glory, even though he was immobilizing his legs from kicking out from under the blankets. He was sure that he was doing a bad job at it since his dimple was profoundly caving in the corner of his mouth. He closed his eyes tightly, digging his nose deeper in his pillow in an effort to hide his face.

“Oi,” Y/N directed, “Stop doing that. Now I won’t get to see you,” she pouted in disappointment, making Harry’s heart pound at the sad look upon her face. He lifted his head up, changing her expression.

“There’s my boy,” She breathes, allured eyes staring at him so lovingly.

——-

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I’m Not Yours pt.I

Singer!Y/N

Mentions: Angst, swearing

When Y/N’s new, rather sexual, music video comes out, Harry can’t help but get a bit protective of his girl.

NOTE: The music video is not a certain song, but I will use shots from different Ariana Grande music videos to represent the music video.

Harry had been on the set of the video, he’d watched Y/N filming, he’d seen the things she was doing. He hadn’t seen the final product, the editing and how everything would fit together.

He had an idea, though.

Y/N had invited Harry and his band to come watch it together, throw a little release party at her penthouse. She was convinced he was going to love it, since she worked so hard on it and loved it so much, herself.

“Mitch, can you hand me the remote?” She asks the long haired man.

He nods, snatching up the black controller from the accent table beside the couch and handing it to her, “Here you go.”

He plops down beside Harry, who was snugly sat by Y/N. Well, she was leaning against Harry, so it was a bit mor than snug. Adam plops on Y/N’s other side, Clare beside him, and then Sarah sits beside Mitch.

As they all are comfy on the couch, Y/N opens up YouTube on her TV, trying to contain her giddy smile as she sees her music video trending number one. She clicks on it, biting into her bottom lip as she hears her song start, feeling Harry squeeze her bicep gently, his arm around her.

He kisses her head softly, and she can feel his smile as the song begins.

It’s mainly her in a darkened club, some of her in a throne with black lace lingerie one, her hair down in waves, cascading down her back gracefully. She was so proud of it, proud of her team and everyone who helped film it.

There were scenes with her pushing some men back against a wall then leaving them stood there breathlessly. This song particularly was about her only wanting one man (Harry, obviously) and not caring about the others.

As the song nears the end, the beat dropping once more, it shows Y/N now in a black rubber bodysuit, Black bunny-shaped mask on. She thought it was sexy and fit the song perfectly, and kind of exposed her kinky side some. (Something she hadn’t really gone into with Harry, but really wanted to.)

As the song finally ends, Y/N is beaming. She felt sexy when they were shooting it, felt amazing watching it back, and that was all she wanted.

Adam, Clare, Sarah, and Mitch all burst into cheers, Clare leaning over to engulf Y/N in a tight hug, making the girl giggle.

Y/N was a bit shy to admit it, but she really hoped Harry liked the song. She’d written it about him, and the music video was representing how sexy he made her feel, how confident he made her feel and how she only ever wanted him.

So, as Clare pulls away, rambling about how awesome the video was, Y/N blushes as she thanks her over and over. Finally, she’d turned to Harry, who, she noticed, was rather quiet.

“Did you like it, Haz?” She asks, hope in her voice and eyes into gleaming to his, which weren’t looking at her for some reason.

He looks over soon enough, then a small smile on his face that looked a bit... forced? “It was bloody amazing’, lovie.”

Y/N can feel something off, something in his smile that looks a bit too tight, and how his words didn’t really that Harry oomph behind them.

It was something that she’d learned to detect in their 8 months together.

“Thanks, bub,” She replies easily, though, leaning over to kiss him.

His hand slides onto her hips, holding a bit to tight for Y/N not to worry. What had gotten into him?

Neither speak of it the rest of the night. It was only after another two hours, when Harry’s band all said their goodbyes and congratulated Y/N once more before she decided to say something.

“Harry,” She starts softly, following him into the kitchen, “If you didn’t like the video, you could just tell me. I won’t be offended or anything.”

She would be. She’d be heartbroken if he didn’t like it. She’d made it for him, an underlying message.

“I-“ He tried to say, then sighing, placing his hands on the kitchen island as he leans on it. “I didn’t not like it.”

That makes Y/N frown.

“What do you mean?”

Harry hates how her voice is slowly breaking, but he can hear her trying to hide it, sees out of the corner of his eyes how she shuffled a bit and wrapped her arms around herself some. The last thing he ever wanted was for her to feel insecure or uncomfortable around him.

“Lovie, I just,” Harry’s really struggling to find the words. He loved it. He loved how sexy she looked, the confidence that radiated through the screen, he loved the song. Harry absolutely loved every aspect.

But he despised how other people would love it also. Specifically, other men. Harry was jealous.

“You can tell me honestly, I want to know,” She says softly, stood across the kitchen island from him. She was mentally preparing for him to say anything, reminding herself that they’d been together 8 months and if they want to keep this good streak going, they need honesty.

Harry groans out, finally blurting, “I just hate how other men are going to probably jack off to it! They’ll probably drool and think about inappropriate things, and I hate that!”

Y/N was going to giggle, laugh it off in relief because his problem wasn’t with her, it was with the reaction it would get.

But then he adds lowly, “Jus’ wish you would made it more PG, focused more on the music.”

Focus more on the music. That’s where her gears begin turning a bit.

“What?” Her voice comes quiet, but it’s laced in disbelief and hurt, pure hurt.

Harry realizes his mistake quickly, sighing as he rubs his hands over his face, eyes meeting Y/N’s cold one with sincere regret. “No, Y/N, I-I didn’t mean it like it that, I—“

“Then what did you mean it like?” She asks, voice dangerously calm.

Harry didn’t like it, how she was so quiet and just genuinely hurt from his words that she couldn’t even yell at him. From the comment he made, he’d already begun internally yelling at himself.

He tries to excuse his words, but there is nothing. He had just told her to focus on the music more, stop flaunting her body and make something more conservative. And Harry was about to close his lips in a car door so he could never utter anything again.

“I-I don’t know why I said that, I was just upset!” Harry tells her the truth. He hadn’t even thought before he said it, was just muttering the first things that came to mind. “I don’t like the idea of anyone thinking of you sexually—“

“Women think about you sexually all the time, just as men are going to about me,” Y/N scoffs, finally getting a bit angry, “Oh, but sorry, I’m asking for it by releasing a music video where I sing about sex or am wearing lingerie. Yeah, the difference between us, Harry, is I just can’t seem to focus on the music, only on my desperate desire to be fucked by some strangers.”

Every single word hits Harry like a knife, him wincing at the very last part.

“I-I’m so sorry,” He quietly manages, looking at her, eyes welling in tears some as he realizes just how he’d hurt her. “I-I understand what I said was wrong, and I didn’t mean it. I love you, Y/N, and I didn’t like the thought of other men seeing you in that way, but it’s your body-“

“I. Am not. Yours,” She sternly speaks, looking right into his eyes. “I will not base the decisions regarding my career around your agenda, Harry Styles.”

“I know, I know, I fully understand that,” He quickly agrees, “I take back everything I said, please, Y/N.”

Y/N closes her eyes, looking down at the marble counter before sighing, “You know I made it for you. The song was about you, how I didn’t want anyone but you, how I’d never want anyone to touch me or have me in that way except you, Harry.”

Harry has never felt like more a dickhead.

“Lovie,” He quietly mumbles, “I—“

“I need sometime,” She tells him, “I’ll call you tomorrow, maybe.”

Harry nods, closing his eyes to try and stop the tears from slipping down his cheeks, but a couple escape, so he quickly wipes them away. “Y-Yeah, yeah, absolutely, all the time you need, Y/N. I’m always here.”

He walks to the kitchen entrance, then quietly adding, “I love you,” before he leaves the penthouse. The sound of the door clicking closed rings in Y/N’s eats as she stands in the same spot, unmoving for a couple minutes.

She wasn’t sure what to do.

Part II

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erodasfishtacos · 3 years

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#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame.

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement.

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels.

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers.

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless.

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom. Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,” Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear.

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her.

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again.

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife.

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat.

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction.

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?”

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

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lilliagradiewrites · 3 years

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flinch (harry styles)

Summary: When you are arguing with Harry, you flinch away from him, and he realizes your last relationship was worse the he knew.

WC: 1.3k

WARNINGS: HUGE TW! THIS DEALS HEAVILY WITH DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE! PLEASE KNOW THIS BEFORE CONTINUING!!

This story is mainly angst, with a lil bit of fluff at the end.

A/N: Another Harry one shot! My last one did so so well, and I gained so many new friends on this profile! I really hope you guys enjoy this super sad/angsty piece <3

(this has not been proofread.)

LET’S DO IT!!!

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“I’m sorry Y/N! I don’ know what you want from me! I’m always filming, there’s nothin’ I can do!”

“I’m not mad at you, Harr, I know it’s not your fault! I was just saying that it sucks, okay? I miss you so fucking much, all day, all the time! Excuse me for fucking missing you when you’re not here!”

The argument had sprouted an hour ago, when you told Harry you missed him. Now, here you were, having a screaming match with him in your living room.

Harry was currently starring in the new Olivia Wilde movie, Don’t Worry Darling. You were incredibly proud of him, but his constant filming was hard for you. He was always gone, filming in Los Angeles.

At first, he would fly you out every other weekend to visit him on set. While you didn’t see him as much as you would like, at least you got to interact with him face to face.

Unfortunately, this routine didn’t last very long. After the first crew member contracted COVID-19, they decided to maintain a closed set, to prevent the spread as much as possible. So, your meetings with Harry were reduced to facetime calls, which always left something to be desired. Not having your boyfriend with you was taking a massive toll on you, and all you did today was express that to him.

For some reason, he took personal offense to your statement, and the two of you began fighting.

“Do you think I don’ miss you too? Of course I do! But this is such a big opportunity for me, I’m not gonna drop because you miss me! It’s only lasting a little while longer, I promise you can manage!”

Tears began welling up in your eyes. There was nothing you hated more than getting yelled at, and it’s even worse since it’s Harry. You loved him so much, and just the thought of him being upset with you made you want to cry.

“I know, babe, and I’m not asking you to. I just.... I’m sorry. It’s alright. Can we please not fight? You’re only home for two weeks. I don’t want to waste it being angry with each other.” your voice was barely a whisper.

“I just need you to understand! It’s not my fault I’m always gone. You’re bein’ selfish!”

At this moment, he took a step forward as he yelled. In instinct, you whipped away, putting your hands up in defense. A whimper left your mouth, and for a moment, you forgot that it was only Harry standing in front of you.

Immediately, your boyfriend froze. His brows furrowed, and he went silent. You were still standing away, and your hands are still held towards him.

When you realized he’d paused, you came to your senses. Recomposing yourself, you turned around towards him, your hands folding over your chest.

When you met his eyes, the look in them was terrible to see.

He was absolutely devastated. The emerald green that normally shined when he looked at you had been dulled.

“Lovie…” He begins, his voice a hoarse whisper. “Did you just- did you think I was going to hit you?”

You dropped his gaze; you couldn’t bear to look at him.

“I would never. I would never, ever, lay a hand on you. Did… did your ex hit you, my love?

You could do nothing but cry. As your knees began to give out, Harry moved immediately forward, catching you before you could collapse.

Sobs wracked your body as Harry lowered himself and you to the floor. Silent tears slid down his face as he consoled you, the pain of this newfound information tearing him apart.

He couldn’t believe it. How could anyone ever lay a hand on his beautiful angel? You were nothing but sweetness and love? Hurting you was like shooting an angel down from the sky. You were so amazing.

What hurt even more was that you flinched away from him. He knew it was instinct, because of what you’ve been through, but he still hated himself for allowing the conversation to even get to that point. Seeing you move away like that, like you were scared of him… it caused him physical pain like he’d never imagined.

And now, you sat here, crying in his arms. His lovie, crying.

The sound of your sobs hurt like hell, too.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I-I wish I could go back in time and protect you from him. I’m so so sorry.”

This only made you cry harder. You hated that you made Harry feel like you were scared of him; you were far from it. When he was near you, you felt safe and protected. When people yelled at you, you went to a different place in your mind.

When you were being yelled at, it didn’t matter who was yelling at you.

All you see was him in front of you.

When your sobs grew less intense, Harry spoke to you again.

“Why didn’ you tell me, lovie? You never told me. I wish you’d said something.”

You looked up at him, and the sight was a knife to your heart. Your beautiful boy was crying.

You hated it when he cried.

“I-I didn’t want to upset you. It was ten months ago. I didn’t think I needed to.”

‘Ten months isn’ that long of a time period, baby. You still need time to heal. I wish I could’ve helped you before now.”

“I’m sorry.” Your voice was weak, and you began to cry again. You buried your head in Harry’s shoulder, but it was only there for a second.

He took your face in his large hands and moved it away from his body, making sure he could look you in the eye.

“No, my love. Don’ you dare apologize. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been for you. How hard it must be. I get it why you didn; say anything. You have nothing to apologize for, Y/N. Absolutely nothing.”

All you could do is nod.

“I wish I could protect you from your past.” Harry whispered as he held you against his chest.

For over an hour, you sat there on the floor of the living room, holding each other and crying quietly. You both had so much to say and nothing to say simultaneously.

Once a while had passed, Harry whispered something inaudible, then picked you up bridal style.

He carried you into your bedroom, sitting you gently on the bed. You just laid there with your eyes closed, too mentally and emotionally exhausted to do anything.

Harry moved quietly throughout your room. You could hear drawers opening and closing, hear the soft sound of his feet padding against the carpet.

When he came back to you, he lifted your upper half off of the bed, holding you close to him. You felt his hands on the hem of your shirt, and then felt his mouth near your ear.

“Is it alright if I help you undress, love? You should change into pajamas or you’ll be uncomfortable.”

You nodded sleepily, but that wasn’t enough for Harry.

“I need a yes, angel.”

“Yes, harry, it’s okay.”

He nodded lightly, accepting this as an answer. He lifted your shirt gently, tossing it to the side, and replacing it with one of his own. His shirt was soft and comfortable against your skin. You smiled at the feeling; there was nothing you loved wearing more than his clothes.

Harry got permission from you again before pulling off your jeans. He didn’t replace these with anything, knowing that you usually slept in your underwear when you wore his shirt.

Once you were in comfy clothes, Harry lifted you once more, placing your head on your pillow and pulling the blankets over you. Once you were settled, he climbed into bed beside you.

“I love you so much, angel. You are the love of my life. I will protect you with everythin’ I have in me. No one is ever goin’ to hurt you like that again, I promise.”

Those were the last words you heard before drifting off to sleep.

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sweatergirlsposts · 4 years

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Imagine Confirming that you, a Famous Italian Singer, are Dating Harry Styles

Title: Down in Little Italy

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem Italian Singer!Reader

‘INCOMING ZOOM CALL’

‘Connecting with WIRED’

Your screen took a couple a seconds before loading to up to see the producer and editor on the other end. You sat in your private home studio with all your instruments, ready to do your in home interview for WIRED.

“Ciao,” you wave to the camera and greet the producer and editor.

“Hey there,” waved back the editor

“Hey (Y/N), nice to see you again!” expressed the producer before immediately jumping into instructing you, “Okay (Y/N) we want you to do exactly what you did in your last interview with us, short answers for the most part unless you feel the need to extend it”

“Buono” you answered in your main language before switching into your English dialect.

“Also did you receive the question boards in the mail?”

“I did, one of the question strips came off so I taped it back on,” you laughed at the damaged board before holding it out in front of you.

“That’s alright, you’ll be taking them off anyway, now you can start whenever you want to, and we’ll be receiving the live footage from your DSLR camera.”

You nodded before taking a deep breath and looking into your camera, “Hi I’m famous singer, (Y/N) (L/N), and I’m doing the Wired autocomplete interview part two, quarantine edition!!”

“Alright let’s get this started,” you pulled off the first question, “Is (Y/N) (L/N) from Spain? No, I am from Rome, Italy and that is currently where I am quarantining”

“Is (Y/N) (L/N) a good singer? Well I like to think I am but you tell me”

“Is (Y/N) (L/N) friends with Harry Styles? I’m very close with Harry, we’ve been very close for the last couple years. We actually met at Coachella a couple years ago, when I was performing as a smaller artist at the time. His manager had reached out to mine to meet me. I was very shocked when I heard that he wanted to meet me but apparently he was a new fan of mine. It just took off from their and we decided recently to make an album, next question!” you hastily moved on trying to avoid this question the sort.

“Is (Y/N) (L/N) collaborating with Harry Styles? Oh Santo Cielo, what is with you people on the internet and your obsession with Harry and I?” you laughed trying to make a joke about all the search questions of Harry and yourself.

“I will be honest, we are indeed collaborating and spoiler alert our album is called ‘Down in Little Italy’. It’s very story-esque and that’s all I can say about it. I’m very excited to be working with Harry.” you threw the the board away to the side and picked up the next one.

“Who is (Y/N) (L/N)? I’m am the one and the only Grammy winning Italian singer and pockets enthusiast (Y/N) (L/N),” you pronounced doing an announcers impression.

“Who was (Y/N) (L/N) with at the Rome farmers market?” you looked at the camera like the do in the office, “None of your business.....”

“Who is (Y/N) (L/N) dating? Harry Styles?” you read the question you revealed to the camera.

“Again I cannot say. We are planning on-”

“(Y/N) I’m home love!!” you heard Harry yell from your front door. You told Harry that you had an interview this afternoon and asked him to pick up some fresh produce for tonight’s dinner. He must of forgot that you were still in your interview.

Your face turned blank at hearing your lover yell to you from the other side of the house. You guys wanted to keep it private for at least another couple weeks before coming out about your guys relationship. As of present time, you both had been dating for the last nine months.

“Was that-” the producer spoke up before you cut him off.

“Maybe..... cazzo” you muttered under your breath. “Beh, immagino che i gatti siano fuori dalla borsa

“(N/N) I’m back, how was your interview?” Harry trailed off before realizing that you were still filming. You look over to your boyfriend who stood behind your camera setup.

‘Are you still filming?’ he mouthed to you and you nodded awkwardly still looking into the camera.

‘Oops’ he mouthed again. Harry walked over in front of the camera, face fully in front of it, and waved, ”Hello”

“We’re never gonna here the end of it il mio amore” you spoke letting it hang in the air. Harry came over to you and kissed you on the cheek.

“Eh it was bound it happen sooner or later,” he whispered in your ear before turning back to the camera.

“For all that are really clueless at the moment as of what’s going on, (Y/N) and I are dating. We wanted to wait a little bit longer before telling you all, but I guess that there’s no better time like the present. Hope you all are having a good quarantine, I’m gonna let my beautiful girlfriend finish her interview,” he winked at the camera before stealing a quick kiss from your lips and walked out of the studio.

“Ummm well..... do you want to continue (Y/N)?” the producer spoke up awkwardly due to how the interview derailed for a couple minutes.

“Uh yes definitely!” you snapped out of your daze of surprise of how Harry and you just revealed your relationship on camera. You picked up the cards and continued the interview.

After you finished the interview, you went around your house to try and find Harry. Walking around the first floor of your house, you kept checking different rooms but you didn’t find your boyfriend.

Checking all but one room, you head to the kitchen. As you got closer you could tell by the smell of the herbs, fresh cut tomatoes, and cooked dough what he was making.

Harry had his back towards you when you walked into the kitchen. You went up and slithered your arms around his midsection. He jumped slightly but relaxed into your touch. He grabbed your hand from his midsection and placed a feather-light upon it.

“Sorry about interrupting your interview.....and letting them know about us”

“It’s alright Harr, like you said it was bound to happen sooner or later,” you snuggled into his back, “Pizza again?”

“You know it love, it’s the best Italian dish I can make for you,” He twisted in your arms in order to face you. He cupped your face in his hands and scanned your beautiful skin. He couldn’t wait for the album to come out. It was supposed to be about how your guys love developed in California, London, but mainly in your home in Italy.

“Well I guess I’m gonna have to teach you sometime. My mother won’t let me bring you home unless you know how to cook something else other than pizza”

“I don’t mind that,” Harry nuzzled his nose against yours and gave you a small sweet kiss on your lips, “I love you”

“Ti amo anch'io”

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(A/N: Here are the translations below from this imagine, I got them google translate and I hope they’re close to accurate! Ciao = Hello/Goodbye, Buono = good, Beh, immagino che i gatti siano fuori dalla borsa = well I guess the cats out of the bag, il mio amore = my love, Ti amo anch'io = I love you too)

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