#harry gets his obliviousness from his mom

[cupid-styles]

scare (cheatrry)

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: slight mentions of smut, pregnancy scare, cheating plot, mentions of abortion, not suitable for ramadan

based on this blurb!

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. . .

Harry’s not an oblivious man.

More often than not, he considers himself to be an empath, easily picking up on mood changes pertaining to those around him. With his ex-wife, he could tell if she’d had a bad day at work just by the way she walked through the front door. With Y/N, it’s much, much easier, because, for the first time ever, she’s clearly avoiding him. 

When he texted for their weekly hookup, she churned out some bullshit excuse about landscapers being at the house all day. (There weren’t. Call him insane, but he drove by on her lunch break, and her front and back yards were so quiet, you’d be able to hear the sound of leaves falling.) 

And while they normally don’t interact much at school pickup — usually Harry’s being swarmed by hungry MILFs who he politely rejects each and every time — she’s taken to wearing a large pair of sunglasses over her eyes, almost as if she’s physically attempting to hide from him. It’s odd and it makes him concerned, even if he’s the one that’s repeated the same sentiment regarding their situation a million times over (“no feelings, just sex”). 

His brain launches itself into the worst places it could possibly go, so on Thursday afternoon, exactly one week and a day since they last slept together, Harry tries to casually mosey over to her car as she stands there, waiting for her kids to leave school. He watches as she visibly clenches her jaw and he clears his throat, standing next to her but refusing to give her eye contact. There’s a reason they don’t ever speak too much at pickup time, and it’s always to make sure no one suspects anything.

“You’re avoiding me.” he says through gritted teeth. She inhales through her nose and he peers down from the corner of his eye to see her expression. It’s difficult to tell when she’s wearing those ridiculously oversized sunglasses. 

“I’m not avoiding you.” she mutters, leaning her hip against the bumper of her black SUV. 

“Then why haven’t I seen you?”

Her nostrils flare as she runs her tongue over her teeth. 

“It’s barely been two weeks, Harry. Don’t be dramatic.”

He resists the urge to snort and crosses his arms over his chest. “Well fuck me for wanting to make sure you’re alright.”

“Keep your voice down,” she grumbles, flashing a forced smile to a mom who passes by them. She clears her throat and pushes her sunglasses into her hair. Harry’s relieved to finally be able to see her eyes. “I might be… pregnant.”

Despite the drop in his stomach, he’s able to maintain a stoic expression. He’s no longer the foolish teenager he once was — he and Y/N are both fully capable adults and would know how to approach an unwanted pregnancy, need be. What scares him more is the prospect of her wanting to keep the baby.

His mind is whirring at a million miles per hour when she grits out his name, bringing him back down to earth. He coughs. 

“My period is late but I haven’t had a chance to pick up a test yet, so don’t get your panties in a twist.” she replies lowly. They hear the school bell ring, signaling the official end to the day. They have about four minutes before the kids come running out through the front. 

“I’ll pick you up tonight at 9. Tell your husband you’re having a baking emergency or some shit.”

Y/N doesn’t have a chance to fight him before he’s walking away, headed back in the direction of his car to wait for his twins.

. . .

Harry parks down the road from Y/N’s house at 9 pm on the dot.

He feels like some sort of shitty spy with the way he’s turned his car lights off as he waits for Y/N to get in. He texted her as soon as he got there — they used to have a secret code word for their rendezvouses but it’s been months since they started, and Harry thinks they could fuck right in front of her husband and he wouldn’t even notice.

He sighs as he takes a sip from his reusable water bottle. He glances up at the rearview mirror for the tenth time in the past minute, his stomach calming some when he recognizes Y/N’s frame hustling towards his SUV. He presses the ‘unlock’ button as she wordlessly climbs in the passenger’s seat. Harry doesn’t say anything when he shifts the gear back into drive to pull out of her cul-de-sac. 

Finally, he asks: “Did your husband have an issue with you leaving?” 

Y/N tries not to roll her eyes. 

“No, but I also didn’t tell him I was having a ‘baking emergency’, like you so kindly suggested.”

“Oh, so you told him you have to go take a pregnancy test to make sure you’re not knocked up with some other guy’s kid?”

“Stop being a dick,” she mumbles, occupying her shaky hands by playing with the ends of her hair. “Where are we going?”

“Where do you think?” 

When she doesn’t reply, he sighs.

“The twins are at their mom’s for the next few days so after I dropped them off, I got a few tests from the pharmacy a few towns over. We’re going to my place so you can take them.”

Her stomach tightens. While she’s mainly worried about the results of the impending pregnancy tests, she’s also never been to Harry’s before. He’s never actually offered.

Y/N hums in response — it’s apparent she doesn’t have much of a choice, and quite frankly, she’d rather take them there than go back to her own home and do it. A silence blankets them once again as he drives through their quiet suburban neighborhood.

Until Harry clears his throat. 

She cranes her neck to look at him, quirking an eyebrow as a wordless encouragement to say whatever stupid thing he’s thinking. 

“If it’s positive… you’re not… you’re not gonna have the kid, right?”

She sighs noisily. “Do I look like I’m in the position to deal with that? I already feel guilty enough fucking you behind his back.”

“He pays you no attention, Y/N. Your pussy is always completely depraved when we hook up. You shouldn’t feel bad.”

Y/N ignores the way her skin warms at the casual filth that falls from his lips. 

“To answer your initial question, no, I wouldn’t keep them. I would get an abortion.”

He doesn’t respond to that, which leaves her to believe it’s a satisfactory reply. 

It’s only a few more minutes before Harry’s pulling into the three-car garage attached to his house. They move silently and quickly, as if any one of his neighbors could come out and see them together — she supposes it’s a possibility, but their town is usually asleep by 8:30 at the latest. She follows him in through the side door, which apparently takes them into the kitchen. He flicks some lights on as he digs in his pocket, pulling three small boxes out and tossing them on the kitchen island. 

“Take your pick,” he says before nudging his chin in the direction of the hallway. “There’s a bathroom down there.”

Somehow, she’s unsurprised that he got the most expensive options — the ones with the digital screens that spell out “you’re pregnant!” with a smiley face on it. She grabs the first one and follows the direction that Harry led her in. Despite the harshness of the interior design (everything feels pristine thanks to white marbled flooring and light gray walls), she notices that he has a plethora of family photos that line the hallway. None of the pictures include his ex-wife, who left Harry three or so years ago. She remembers it being a huge deal in their small community. They were both gorgeous, a completely picturesque family that seemed completely destined to be together. Rumors flew about the divorce — everything from Harry sleeping with his wife’s assistant to her running away to Aruba — but Y/N never cared to find out what really happened. In fact, she and Harry didn’t really speak until they started sleeping together.

Her mind wanders back to the task at hand when she closes the bathroom door behind her. She’s taken many pregnancy tests in her life — she has two kids, after all. It’s a straightforward process and she gently places the cap back on the stick, placing it on the sink as she waits for it to process. After flushing and washing her hands, she nibbles on her bottom lip, watching as the little bar loads.

. . .

Harry thinks he’s going to vomit as he waits for Y/N to emerge from the bathroom. 

He hasn’t felt this way in years. Despite the twins being his entire life nowadays, when his ex first got pregnant with them, he spent months sick with worry. And although Y/N already assured him that she wouldn’t keep it if she is pregnant, the thought of her carrying his child still makes him woozy.

His head snaps up when he hears the bathroom door creak open. A few moments later, her sneaker-clad feet carry her back into the kitchen. She holds the stick in her hands and Harry’s eyes bulge at it. 

“Negative,” she breathes, putting it down on the table, as if to prove it. “No baby.”

He sighs out in relief. “Thank fuck.”

She nods. “Just make sure you destroy this or whatever,” she mumbles, reaching up to run a hand through her hair. It’s only then that Harry realizes how exhausted she looks. She has deep bags under her eyes and her lips look worn from constantly biting them. “Listen, I’m fine if you want to stop messing around. This was scary.”

Harry raises his eyebrows. “It was a pregnancy scare. It happens to everyone.”

“Yeah, but there’s more consequences for us.”

He shrugs. “We would’ve taken care of it.”

She’s too exhausted to fight him on his nonchalant nature, so she just sighs instead. 

“I take it that you don’t want to stop, then?” she asks, pursing her lips at the male. 

“Not if you don’t want to.”

“Okay,” she nods, “We’ll just need to be more careful, then.”

“Sure.”

She swallows, glancing past him to read the time on the stove. “I guess I’ll get going then.”

“I can drive you home.” he says quickly, grabbing his keys off the table.

She doesn’t reject his offer, especially now that the adrenaline from the evening has officially worn off. For the second time that night, she sits in the passenger’s seat of Harry’s car, allowing him to chauffeur her back to her house. He drives down to the spot he picked her up in, at the very end of her road so no one sees him dropping her off. 

“Thank you,” she murmurs as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Sorry about all this.”

“It’s fine, shit happens. You don’t have to go through it alone.”

It may be the nicest thing he’s ever said to her and she doesn’t know what to say. Instead, she simply flashes him a small smile before moving to open the car door. 

“Wait—” Harry reaches out to press his hand to her knee. Y/N glances down at his touch and he quickly rips it away. “Are you around sometime next week? For me to come by?”

She doesn’t even consider what her schedule looks like before she turns to look at him. 

“Yeah. Come over whenever you want.”

He sends her a wide grin as she climbs out of his car.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

dilf james and milf reader going on a fancy work trip together and leaving harry home alone so they let him have his friends over and so harrys trying to get them to leave faster before his friends come bc everytime they see his mom they just DROOL over her EVERY TIME. but they don't go out in time so his friends are just STARING at her and harry's just like "ugh this again 🙄" idk why i thought of that honestly but it took over my mind while i was at my molecular biology class 💔

harry is biting his fist when he hears your key in the door.

"baby, i'm sure they were fine," he hears his father say and cringes as his friends' heads pick up from their gaming console.

"you better not be gross," he warns them, but it's too late. ron, fred and even hermione are leaning over the sofa's back.

"hi mrs. potter," they greet only you and harry shares the same annoyed look as his father. "how was your trip?"

you're in a pair of jeans shorts and a tank top and harry wishes his father would give you his shirt. you're oblivious to their affection bleeding into their question.

"it was good! my speech went well," harry comes way from the living room to take the bag of what he assumes is fruit from you.

"what did you kids get up to?" it's like james is a secondary thought with the way their heads turn to him in sow motion.

"ma," harry whispers as he sets the figs and melons on the counter.

"yeah, haz-bear," he blushes at the nickname and looks so much like his father that you stamp a kiss to his cheek.

before harry can say anything his friends' heads turn and the leave james standing alone in the foyer as they rush to claim, "what about our kisses?"

james and harry are wearing twin grimaces.

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[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where the characters miss an opportunity to be together but reconnect at a later time as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🩵 Next to your Heartbeat (where I should be) by jaded25

(M, 130k, cheating) All it takes for them to fall in love is one night. All they have to do is wait one year to see each other again.

🩵 I'll Fly Away by @juliusschmidt

(E, 122k, friends to lovers) Harry and Louis grew up together in Lake County, Harry with his mom and stepdad in a tiny cottage on Edward’s Lake and Louis in his family’s farmhouse a few minutes down the road. But after high school, Louis stuck around and Harry did not

🩵 Home To You by Crowsonthewire / @crows-onthewire

(E, 54k, friends to lovers) At fifteen, Harry wrote his first song for an oblivious seventeen year old Louis Tomlinson. Ten years later he’s a singer/songwriter who cant find any words for his second album and Louis is a closeted actor tired of LA.

🩵 Late Night Talking by @kingsofeverything

(E, 53k, famous/famous) Promo season gets underway with a stop at Late Night Talking, the late night show hosted by Harry Styles, and Harry Styles just happens to be the man who blew a chance to date Louis a decade ago.

🩵 It Had To Be You by @kingsofeverything

(M, 45k, When Harry Met Sally au) Ten years after their post-college road trip, Louis and Harry meet once again, but this time they become friends. Eventually, things get complicated.

🩵 Runner on Third by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo

(M, 39k, friends to lovers) the AU where Louis and Harry were best friends growing up, but lost touch after Harry moved away. Ten years later, Harry has moved back to town, but he and Louis don't pick up where they left off.

🩵 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, kid fic) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

🩵 With the Rising Sun by Tomlinsontoes

(M, 33k, sister's best friend) Louis had been living in NYC for two years now while studying at NYU, and was probably the least social 21-year-old ever. Somehow he got roped into his sister's brilliant idea of getting her college best friend to help him branch out and meet people. 

🩵 It's Been So Long by elsi_bee / @elsi-bee

(T, 31k, crush) Harry Styles' first crush was one of his sister's best friends, a certain someone named Louis Tomlinson. And Louis? He just vaguely remembers Gemma's younger brother from back in the day. A lot can change in ten years.

🩵 The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots

(E, 30k, camping) the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.

🩵 once bitten and twice shy by @pinkcords

(M, 19k, Christmas) in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. 

🩵 What do you mean he's coming? by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics

(G, 15k, wedding) Now, not only does he have less than two weeks left to find something moving and inspirational to say, but Gemma just confided in him that her old childhood best friend is going to be in attendance. 

🩵 through the jungle through the dark by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 15k, ex-friends) Louis and Harry were best friends, until they weren’t. Five years after they last spoke they’re forced to drive cross-country to visit an injured friend. If they can’t get over the past, it will be a very long week together.

🩵 You Turned Up (Like a Friend of Mine) by @lululawrence

(NR, 10k, parallel universes) the one where Harry disappears on graduation day only to show up on Louis' door looking exactly the same ten years later. 

🩵 Read My Lips by superglass / @gaymoustache

(NR, 6k, friends to lovers) Old Uni friends Harry and Louis reconcile for the holidays after Louis’ early success as an indie singer. NYE 1999/Y2K scare au.

🩵 We're Getting Better With Time by @haztobegood

(T, 5k, social media) the one where Louis is single, Harry is recently divorced, and they reconnect on Facebook forty years after they first met.

🩵 Any Man of Mine by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(T, 5k, childhood friends) Harry goes to visit his old friend Louis at his ranch in Texas after they reconnect during the pandemic. He learns a thing or two about cowboy hat etiquette.

🩵 Seems You Cannot Be Replaced by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 5k, swimming) Harry and the popular boy in school, Louis Tomlinson, share a tension-filled night together when they're young. Fifteen years later they see each other again.

🩵 Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will. by Spiralblissx

(G, 5k, pen pals) Harry goes to a public diary reading thing at his local coffee shop and gets more than he bargained for

🩵 On a Day Like This You Know It's Meant to Be by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, fate) Harry is certain he'll never see him again, even if they did make a pact to reunite should the Chicago Cubs win the World Series.

- Rare Pairs -

🩵 It’s About A Boy by @missrefridgefreetorator / mynameispiaivy 

(G, 4k, Louis/Luke Malak) when a mysterious boy turns your birthday celebration into a night you will never forget, or when it's like, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas unless someone asks for your number and you just don't want the night to end.

🩵 Costumes Must Be Sexy, Slutty and/or Stupid by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) It's a bit of a blast from the past to get an invite to Nick Grimshaw's fancy dress housewarming.

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[ghoststyles]

Fairway to Heaven - Finale

Is it a Christmas miracle???

WC: 6.5K

Read previous parts here.

“Birdie?”

Briar is sure her heart is about to drop out of her ass. She begins to wiggle her toes to double check the scene unfolding in front of her is actually happening. Clutching her bag, journal, phone and coffee to her chest, she raises her eyes to meet Harry’s as she swallows thickly.

Her fight or flight is kicking in, but before she can flee, Harry is grabbing her wrist with his empty hand. This motion transports her mind to their first run-in at Wynnewood.

“Hi- I, what are you doing here?”

Harry’s brows furrow, bringing his index and middle finger to roll over his lips, slightly rolling his bottom one. 

“I could ask the same,” he starts, taking a deep breath before diverting his gaze to the boy sitting to his left. “I-well, this is Oliver.”

The small boy’s ears perk up as he hears his father say his name. He nibbles on his bottom lip, triggering a dimple in his left cheek identical to Harry’s.

“Mate, this is Papa’s friend Briar,” Harry stumbles, the words feeling foreign in his mouth. Girlfriend, lover, light of his fucking life. Just a few of the terms he’d rather use to describe her.

The air is knocked out of her lungs as Harry struggles to introduce them. Of course she’d recognize this child anywhere. 

“Papa showed me a picture of your doggy,” Oliver’s eyes light up as he meets her gaze. Briar’s mouth opens slightly before she replies, shocked Harry mentioned her to him at all.

“He’s a silly boy, right? His name is Gus,” Briar smiles down at him. 

Oliver smiles and nods, taking another bite of his croissant.

“Sorry he jacked your table. D-do you mind if we join?” Harry’s expression is a mix of terror and hope as he begins to pull out a chair for her.

“Oh, um, I was just leaving actually,” she trails off. 

Harry’s eyes briefly dart to the nearly full drink and pastry on a ceramic plate, indicating she wasn’t taking anything to go. He tilts his head at her knowing she’s full of shit. 

Harry continues to pull her chair out, silently signaling that she won’t be getting out of this one. So, now she is sat directly between Harry and the boy. She places her palms on her thighs, trying to wipe the sweat that’s formed since this run-in began.

“Are you out here visiting your mom?”

Briar’s eyes dart back-and-forth. Oliver is still sitting next to her and looking at his sticker book, oblivious to the awkward tension between them.

“Yes, we all flew out here last Sunday. We missed our original flight because Cormac forgot his I.D. But it’s been smooth since then,” Briar hears herself start to ramble. “My brothers and Patrick have been golfing every single day, so I’ve been on my own."

Harry tilts his head, “Wow, so did we. I planned a two week trip out here, just the two of us. I wanted to show Oliver where Camille and I spent a lot of time before he was born. We jammed a lot of stuff into the first few days, but I think we’re quickly running out of steam,” Harry chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. 

His stomach is churning, unable to eat the pastry he got for himself. His eyes wander over to Oliver, who now has strawberry jam on his cheeks. Harry plucks a napkin from his stack and hands it to him, to which he murmurs a quiet merci.

Briar smiles at his little French accent, feeling a little tug at her heart. 

Harry lets out a little sigh, unsure how to keep the conversation flowing. He leans a little closer to her, his eyes reflecting those of a wounded animal. His chance is right in front of him, so he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try. 

His voice low, he starts, “Bri, what are the chances we can find time to talk while we’re both here?”

She knew it was coming, but the skin on her chest prickles with heat. Her thumb picks at the cuticle of her right ring finger.

“W-who will watch Oliver?” is the only thing she can muster up the courage to reply.

He leans even closer, his elbows resting on his knees as he grabs her hand gently. He smiles when she doesn’t jerk away and meets her eyes. He rubs his thumb gently over her knuckles. 

“We have a nice little secluded beach at the place we’re staying. Come by after he goes to sleep?”

Before she chickens out, she nods. Harry unclenches and inhales deeply, heart pounding. 

“Thank you. I think for me to be able to move on, I just need to lay everything out.”

Briar’s heart lurches at his phrasing. She tries to remain stone faced, but it’s taking everything in her to not jump into his lap and grovel. 

“O-okay. Um, just, text me the address, please,” she fumbles. “I should head back home now anyway.”

She turns to face Oliver and places a light touch on his shoulder, “Bye, Oliver, it was nice to meet you.”

“Au revoir, miss Briar,” he flashes her a Cheshire cat grin she's seen a few times before.

Turning back to Harry, she gathers her things and says goodbye quietly before walking off the patio. Harry stands up as if he were going to chase after her. He bites his lip, holding back a smile before sitting back down at the table with his son. He got her to talk to him.

He got her to talk to him.

~

Once Beachwood Cafe is out of Briar’s direct sight, she sits down on a curb to regulate her heart beat. What are the fucking chances?

She replays everything in her head from the moment they bumped into one another to her high-tailing it off the patio. Did she sound like an idiot? Or give off a vibe that she’s not interested? 

He’s even more gorgeous than she remembered him to be. His skin was lightly sun kissed and his normally sunken and dark bags under his eyes look light and glowy. When Briar’s eyes weren’t cast down at her lap, she focused on his pillowy bottom lip that slightly bounced as he drew out his words. His words — the slow drawl and meticulous enunciation of each word. Her name rolling off his tongue sounded like the bells at heaven’s gates. 

In this moment, her heart feels sunken below her gut. She’s sat criss-cross on the curb just around the corner from the cafe as Montecito moms whip past her with their $1,000 strollers and $24 smoothies. Willing herself to keep moving, she haphazardly rises from the curb, grabbing her drink and her belongings to make her way back to the house. 

The walk isn’t long, but it is uphill. The sun is already glaring in her face, making her irritable beyond repair. They only have 2 more days before they go back to the east coast, so she knows she has to shove her true feelings for her mother down deep. 

She enters the house through the side door that overlooks the small beach area below. The house is open and airy, so her mother knew she was there immediately. 

“Hi, baby! How was your breakfast? Was that the last cafe on the list?”

Briar inhales deeply to deflect her mom’s ambush of a million questions.

“It was good, and yeah, the last one,” she trails off. “I, uh, actually ran into Harry.” 

Catherine looks up from the sink where she’s rinsing off dishes from breakfast. She gently wipes her hand off with a towel before shooting Briar a gentle look of confusion.

“Oh? Why…why is he here? Did he follow you out here or something?” Her pitch increased at the end, now realizing her daughter may be in trouble.

“No! No, nothing like that. He and his ex lived here for years, actually. When you were moving here he told me about it. He brought Oliver on a trip. Just the weirdest coincidence,” Briar rambles out as she sits at a stool at the kitchen counter. 

“How did he seem? Heartbroken?”

Briar chuckles, “quite the opposite, actually. If anything, I’m the one that’s a mess. I just ruined everything. He asked to see me tonight, and it sounds like he’s ready to get closure and move on. I figure it’s the least I can do.”

Her mother leans her elbows on the counter, looking her dead in the eyes. “Briar Elizabeth,” she starts, as a snarl breaks out across her face. “You say what you feel. Don’t ever just go along with what a man says, because it’s only you that will get hurt in the end.  If you think you ruined things, then you have the power to fix it.”

Briar is stunned. She’s never heard her mother speak this way. On the other hand, she’s never had to go to her for relationship advice. 

“I - thanks, Mom. It means a lot to me that you care.” 

Catherine’s face tweaked at Briar’s response, a few tears prickling in her eyes. “I know I was a shitty Mom. I kick myself every day for it. Watching the young girls around here idolize their moms - it kills me. But, I had to get right for myself to be good to you,” she chokes out. “And I want to be good to you.”

Briar nods, her heart beating out of her chest. She slowly rises to her feet to meet her mom on the other side of the kitchen island. She crashes her face into her mom’s neck like she’s wanted to do so many times throughout her childhood. 

“Thank you, Mom,” Briar sobs.

Catherine rubs her back gently as tears fall on her own cheeks. Their moment is broken up as Briar’s brothers stumble through the door after a morning at the driving range.

Welles is the only brother that notices their embrace, and he gently smiles at Briar before wiping a tear from her cheek. Catherine extends her arms to welcome him into their hug. 

Briar’s heart feels a fraction of the way healed. The last step is to win back the man who she’s irrevocably and hopelessly in love with. 

~

“What was your favorite part of the aquarium today, mate?” Harry makes eye contact with his mini-me in the rear view mirror as they head back to their bungalow. Harry’s stomach twists in anticipation of seeing Briar tonight. If she shows up. 

“The otters!” Oliver squeals, sending him into a frenzy of blabber that Harry can’t even begin to decipher. “I like that they hold their babies on their bellies while they sleep!”

“I liked them, too. What were their names? Do you remember?”

“Ummmm, the mama was Georgia and the baby was Beans.”

Harry smiles to himself before getting down to business. “Shower and jammies right when we get in, okay? Then you can read to me before bed.”

Oliver nods before laying his head on his new stuffed narwhal. Harry pulls into the bungalow’s shallow driveway before cutting the engine of the classic car. Oliver unbuckles and nearly jumps over the door of the convertible when Harry opens his door. He smiles to himself, eternally grateful he planned this trip. He finally feels like his pieces are falling into place, especially after feeling shattered for so long.

Oliver skips back to his room to start the shower. Harry stretches his achy back and sits gently on the sofa. He pulls his phone out to send one more “.” text to Briar. The message is blue, so he braves another text.

🦊: Hi. If you’re still willing to meet, the address is 721 Plaza Pacifica in Montecito. I can also pick you up. Just let me know what you prefer.

Harry lightly smacks his head against the cushion behind him. There’s no possible way to make this message less awkward. He thinks he’s been more flirty and forward in an email to Niall.

It’s no less than 30 seconds before he receives a response. His heart soars at the 🐥emoji on his screen. 

🐥: Thank you. I can come over around 8? Does that give you enough time to put Oliver to sleep? 

🦊: That’s perfect. See you soon.

He locks his phone and tosses it aside. His heart squeezes at her thoughtfulness and consideration for his son. It kills him that she ever thought she’d be a burden in their lives. 

He hears the water turn off in the bathroom, signaling the little guy is out of the shower. He’s thankful Oliver isn’t a trouble maker and can be trusted to do things independently. He still heads back into his room to help with pajamas, teeth brushing and a book. 

Oliver is 7 now, so he reads his books to Harry. It’s amazing how quickly he’s mimicked Harry’s accent and barely sounds French. He’s curious how this will change as he gets older. 

They wrap up when Oliver starts to yawn. Harry kisses his hair and makes sure he’s snug in his blankets. Some anxiety washes over Harry knowing he’s about to head out to the beach while Oliver is sleeping, but he tries to push it to the back of his mind. 

It’s 7:45 when bed time is all said and done, so Harry freshens up with a comb to his hair and dab of cologne on his neck. He has no intentions of doing anything but grovel for Briar’s love back, but he won’t turn her down if there’s a moment. 

Harry sits idly on the sofa as he waits for her. His leg bounces annoyingly and the skin around his nails have been bitten raw. Headlights flash in the windows, indicating she’s here. Harry exhales before approaching the front door. Indecisive whether or not to open it prior to her knocking, he stands flush with the wall away from the window like a creeper.

Briar is standing in front of the bungalow with a nervous look on her face. She debated turning around and heading home, but her mother’s words ring in the back of her mind. Exhaling, she approaches the cream door and gently knocks on the small glass window portion. 

Harry’s heart lurches in his chest at the sound of her taps on the door. He sucks in a breath and counts to five before gently opening the door. It’s a brief second before Briar gains the courage to meet his eyes. The corner of Harry’s mouth curls up ever so slightly into a presumably creepy smile as he wills himself not to drop to his knees and beg for her back. If he needs to, he's prepared to follow her wishes and let her go without a fuss, no matter how much it breaks his heart.

“Hi. Thanks for coming. Come on in,” Harry steps aside to welcome her in, taking notice of her outfit. White linen pants hug her legs nicely, while a chunky knitted cardigan covers the rest of her. Her hair is longer; nearly touching her backside. 

Briar shuffles into the bungalow before gently setting her bag on the arm of the sofa. She stands awkwardly as she picks at her nails and taking in his look. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him at the coffee shop earlier. 

His outfit matches hers; a chunky cardigan over a white tank top and light-wash ripped jeans. His feet are bare, but she’s sure he’ll slip on his signature vans that are so beat up they deserve to be put to rest. 

“I- um. Is Oliver in bed already?” she flounders over her question, unsure why she’s even asking that. 

Harry smiles at the mention of him, “Yeah. Long day at the aquarium. He didn’t even fight me to stay up later.”

Briar smiles before her eyes shift nervously around the room. “Should we go out to the beach? Like you said earlier?”

“Yeah, it’s really nice down there. I’ll grab us a blanket,” Harry says, grateful he has a chance to leave the room to collect himself. 

He disappears down the dark hallway, leaving Briar to place her palms over her eyes to keep from crying. She takes two self-regulating breaths, figuring she only has a minute before he returns. 

Little does she know, Harry is leaning against the door frame in his bedroom to try and feel grounded. He looks down at his trembling hands before grabbing the throw blanket off the chair in the corner. Instead of returning to the living room, he pokes his head into Oliver’s room to make sure he’s settled before they go outside. 

Briar jumps when Harry returns, wrapping her arms around herself. 

“Uhm, follow me,” Harry nods his head to the back door leading to the deck. 

The view from the bungalow is similar to her mother’s, unobstructed of the ocean, and just slightly angled towards Los Angeles. The skyline is visible on a clear day, though those have been few and far between.

Harry pads down the wooden steps to the secluded beach, making sure to clear any brush that may get in her way. He looks back periodically to make sure she didn’t make a run for it. Each time, she met his eyes and smiled gently. 

They make it to the beach, so Briar admires the color of the water while Harry lays out the blanket. Harry sits down, unsure whether it’s still his place to beckon her over to him. He decides to leave her be and let her move at her own pace. Hunching over, he wraps his arms around his knees.

Unable to prolong this talk any further, Briar retreats to the beach from the shoreline to join Harry on the blanket. He scoots closer to the edge to allow her to have some space. 

Briar quietly clears her throat and looks at Harry expectantly. They’re dancing around the conversation they desperately need to have. 

“How have you been?” Harry starts. He has to keep from pulling a face, unsure why he chose to start off that way.

Briar nods, “I’m good, yeah. Busy with school and the club. You went back to England, I heard?”

Harry reciprocates her nod and mumbles the mentions of his family and relaxation.

“Listen, I-I don’t know where to begin, so I think I’m just going to start talking,” Briar blurts out. “I have a lot of regrets about what happened.”

This statement piques Harry’s interest. He leans closer to her, making direct eye contact. For a second, his stomach swirls with butterflies. 

“I was being a little irrational. But at the same time, I felt like a big decision needed to be made and felt like I didn’t get any preparation or reassurance,” Briar nearly whispers, her sad eyes looking back at him. “I know you said things and told me not to worry, but it didn’t feel like it was enough. So it felt easier to remove myself from it.”

He can feel his heart breaking all over again. He knows in the months between receiving the package from Camille then spontaneously going on the trip to France he neglected to communicate his thoughts. Briar deserved a game plan, and Harry spent all of his time in his head. He nods at her admission, before replying softly.

“You’re right. I wasted a lot of time in my feelings and tried to process everything on my own, when I should’ve done it with you. You’re my world, Birdie. There was never a moment I pictured this new normal without you in it.”

Briar’s heart sings at his use of present tense. You’re my world. She bites her lip as a tear wells up in her eyes. 

“When I got to your house that day, t-to get my stuff, I already felt so awful. And to find out you changed the locks was just so disgusting,” she sniffles. Harry cringes, knowing it was manipulative and wrong. “It felt like you were trying to hold me hostage.”

“I know, I know, Birdie,” He says with a bit of exasperation. “You have to understand I was an entire ocean away, and I was losing the most important person to me. It was an act of desperation. I’m not trying to justify my actions, because I know more than anyone that it was a dick move. I’m so sorry for that.”

Briar nods, appreciative of his apology. Stray tears are still falling down her cheeks, so Harry gently reaches up to wipe them away. She closes her eyes when his palm rests gently on her cheek. 

“My time home allowed me to do a lot of reflecting. Every day that I couldn’t talk to you, my love for you got stronger and stronger. So, I’m just going to fucking say that I miss you, and I need you in my life. A-and I know you have hesitations about Oliver and now Camille, but I promise if you just trust me, we’ll figure it out. I just need you to trust me.”

His hand is still on her cheek, preventing her from looking away. Without a moment of hesitation, she closes the gap to link their lips together. She rises to her knees to meet his height as the intensity of the kiss builds. Neither of them expected this. Briar was prepared to have her heart broken, and Harry was prepared to watch her go.

Briar pulls back, tears still falling. She stares into his eyes directly, scanning his face for any moments of regret. Then, Briar starts to laugh.

Harry’s brows furrow, unsure where this is coming from. At this point, the sun is completely gone, and they’re only surrounded by the sound of the crashing waves. Harry’s look of perplex is making her laugh even harder.

Through her fits of giggles, she finally says, “You said you were ready to move on this morning at the coffee shop! I was prepared to have my heart broken.”

Harry hangs his head, unable to even process this. “I was prepared to let you go for good! It wasn’t fair to hold on if there’s nothing there.”

“I wanted to fucking call you the very next day. But you know me,” she laughs again, wiping her eyes.

“Stubborn little bugger,” Harry says as he connects their mouths again. He pushes her down so she’s resting on her elbows, still on the blanket. He slots his legs to fit perfectly.

Harry’s hands wander all along her body the way they were always meant to. His broad, calloused hand slides to grip her side, before inching closer to her cunt. His other hand plays with the string of her pants, loosening them for access. 

Briar knows better than to have public sex, let alone on a beach, but she can’t bring herself to care. Harry toys with her underwear, rubbing delicately over her mound. Unsurprisingly, she’s wet. It’s a reflex at this point. He circles her clit a few times, eliciting a gasp followed by a pathetic whimper from her pretty, glossed lips.  

He slides one finger inside, closing his eyes as he does so. He nudges her spot, sending a shiver directly down her spine. Moving his kisses from her mouth to her neck, he sucks gently on the column of her throat. This distracts her, so he inserts one more finger. He pets gently until he feels her squeeze him and writhe around.

“Get there, Birdie. Missed you so much. You’re my soulmate. Can you come for me, baby?”

A prickle of heat builds on her chest as she cries out and slams her face into his neck. She tries to relax, but her mind flashes to the reality in front of her. She isn’t single.  Her ragged, shallow breaths are masked by the waves. Harry’s hand leads her to lay back down on the blanket gently. He’s not looking for anything in return. He missed their connection more than anything. 

He maneuvers to leave his body on top of hers, but not crushing her. Looking down at her, a shy smile adorning her features, he places a gentle kiss on her lips one last time before rolling over to stare up at the sky. 

He intertwines their pinkies as they lay there, a comfortable silence washing over them. Guilt washes over Briar, thinking about Spencer. She’s never been one to think cheating is okay, no matter how south the relationship was moving.

Eventually, they stand up to walk back in the house. Being outside away from Oliver gave him anxiety. Briar understands, so she walks with him hand in hand. 

Before they reach the steps, Briar stops abruptly. 

“This is the worst time to bring this up. But, I started seeing someone while we were apart. I’m still technically seeing him,” Briar says, staring directly at the ground.

“The barista,” Harry replies simply. 

Briar’s head shoots up in confusion, “How did you know that?”

Harry leans on the railing, looking up at the sky again. “Went into that coffee shop the morning I came back to the states. I sat in a booth to wait for my food, and you came in. Looked like you went on a run. You were wearing that purple pull over I love,” he laughs to himself. “Y’looked gorgeous, and all I could do was sit there and watch.”

Briar is speechless. She knows exactly the day he’s talking about. She felt off all night, so she decided to go for an early morning run. She went into the shop to see Spencer halfway through. Her anxiety spiked after leaving the store, but she had no idea why. 

“I can’t in my good conscience do anything else with you until I end it. Will you wait for me? It’s just for a few more days,” Briar rambles. Despite them mending their feelings, she still can’t help but feel like it’s a dream. 

The same level of uneasiness washes over him, before he locks her pinkie again, “here for it all.”

~

In the short drive back to her mom’s house, Briar sheds all the tears she’s held in for over 12 weeks. She cries tears of joy, fear and anguish. Sirens ignite in her head: cheater, cheater, cheater. A surge of guilt swirls in her stomach, unable to even comprehend her actions.

Even though she knows Harry is the love of her life, Spencer doesn’t deserve to be treated this way. She pulls into the driveway and pulls out her phone to find a message from Harry.

🦊: Here for it all. I am going to refrain from saying I love you since we’re going to take it slow. So, I like you. 

The grin overtakes her entire face, and her heart swells. The reassurance and support she was missing all those weeks ago. She gently replies, a simple end to their conversation. She wants to be strategic about this. Minimal contact with him until she ends things with Spencer.

🐥: Like you, too ❤️

She notices no text from Spencer. They haven’t been communicating while she’s been gone, but she still feels like a text every once in a while would be appreciated. Pulling up their previous text thread, she notices her lack of enthusiasm in their messages. She can tell Spencer tries to keep her engaged, but she replies nonchalantly, if at all. 

Locking the phone, she slides it in her pocket before walking back into the house. It’s mostly quiet, apart from a quiet glow of the TV in the living room. There, Briar spots her uncle watching Seinfeld reruns. 

“Hey, Bear,” Patrick’s grovelly voice speaks up. “Where are you coming from?”

Briar sighs gently, placing her bag on the counter. Patrick pats the spot beside him to beckon her over. She sits, pulling her knees in and laying her head on his shoulder. 

“I saw Harry,” she says quietly.

She can feel him tense, and he speaks up after a beat. “Oh? Why… why is he here?”

Briar laughs lightly, as that’s the same response she got from her mother. 

“He used to live here, actually. He planned a trip out here with his son. We ran into each other at the cafe up the street. So, he asked me over to see if we could talk, so, I went.” 

Patrick nods. “You know I don’t like to pry, so I didn’t. But I didn’t understand why it ended so suddenly.”

His tone is inquisitive, but it makes Briar roll her eyes. He and Harry became buddies, so she’s not surprised Patrick is only looking at it from that perspective.

“I freaked out when I felt like I wasn’t part of the equation. The time away was good and allowed me to think about how I really feel about the whole thing.”

He nods absently, turning the volume down on the TV. “So, what’s the verdict, then?”

“We’re…a thing. I just have something to take care of before we’re back together.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Whatever, just let me know when I can call him to go golfing again.”

Briar punches his shoulder, laughing a little. They sit in silence, enjoying one another’s company. With flutter of the butterflies in her stomach, Briar mentally prepares for her flight back to the east coast.

~

It’s been two days, and Harry hasn’t heard a word from Briar. He’s checked in over text, refraining from sending his classic “.” message, and opting to ask how her day is going.

He’s not nervous. But the constricting feeling in his throat for the last 48 hours isn’t doing him any good. At this point in their trip, Harry has lost all control of his boy, who’s currently throwing a bouncy ball against the wall as he watches on.

“You excited to see mum and your sister? And Theo?” Harry adds his former friend’s name at the last minute. 

“Yeah,” Oliver sighs, sitting down on the sofa, out of breath from jumping around. “I’ll miss you, though, Papa.”

Harry’s heart warms at that, so he leans in to place a kiss on the brown curls, just a shade lighter than his own. 

“I’ll miss you, too, mate. But mum and I will have a plan for when we’ll have a visit, yeah? Maybe spend some time with me on school holiday in America. And I’ll pop over to France when I can. Still want to introduce you to your auntie, grannie and cousin in Manchester.”

Oliver’s face beams at that. “When can I meet Gus?”

Harry pauses, caught off-guard by his son’s elephant-like memory.

“Well, I’ll make sure a visit with Gus is included in our plan. I think the two of you would be best mates.”

“I think so, too.” 

“Alright, shower and then bed. We’ve got a flight tomorrow.”

~

The Barlowes are not early risers by nature. It’s a miracle they are in this line at security with time to spare before their 6 AM flight. 

Her goodbyes with her mom went smoothly; leaving with not nearly the amount of animosity she’d come to California with. Her brothers all seem happy and healed; but ready to return to their normal lives.

Briar sees the few unread messages from Harry and even Spencer, causing nervous stirring in her gut. It’s not that she’s ignoring Harry. Or Spencer. She just feels like a piece of shit. 

While Briar had a robust roster in high school and college, she never saw two men at once. Her head and her heart are tied to Harry; but her conscience lies with Spencer. She puts on her headphones and tries to ignore the chaos her brothers are causing at the gate. For a moment, she closes her eyes, until she feels Cormac pile on top of her.

“Ugh! Stop!” Briar screeches, shoving him off. He rolls off the stiff leather sofa and onto the floor. “For god’s sake, you’re 18, Cormac!”

“Jeez! Lighten up!”

Briar scowls, pulling her hood over her head. Patrick smacks Cormac’s head, giving him a look.

Before they know it, their flight is boarding. Before stepping onboard, Briar looks around to try and spot two familiar heads full of curly hair. They’re one of the last to board, so she frowns to herself and continues to her seat.

~

Harry and Oliver caught a later flight, narrowly missing Briar and her brothers. Not on purpose, but Harry is grateful for it. They’re back together, right? Why is he freaking out? 

Oliver is exhausted from the trip, the two of them doing enough activities to last a lifetime. Harry is scrolling his photos, placing his favorites in a shared album for Camille to see. The family will spend a few days in New York before returning to France; enough time for Oliver to adjust to the time difference. 

He’s made sure to download plenty of shows and movies for Oliver; taking the time to show him Harry’s guilty pleasure movie, Happy Gilmore. They laugh, eat snacks and reminisce on the trip.

The plane descends into JFK, causing Oliver to grip his dad’s hand tightly. Harry’s heart swells, gently tapping on his little hand with his thumb. He can’t help but be grateful for Briar in her quest to make sure Harry is an active part of Oliver’s life. 

They collect their bags and set off to find Theo, Camille and Amelie. Oliver drops everything in his hands, scampering off to greet his mother. Theo shakes Harry’s hand and pats Oliver in a light hug. Camille pulls Harry into a tight hug, thanking him for taking Oliver on this trip.

“I’m really glad you did this, H. I think it’s good for the both of you.”

Harry nods, a tight-lipped smile donning his face. 

“I’ll be in touch to make plans for school vacation. Did you drive or are you getting picked up?”

“Driving. You guys go ahead.”

“Bye, Papa! I love you,” Oliver says quietly as he hugs Harry’s waist,  trying to mask the sadness in his voice.

“I love you too, mate. So much. I’m so glad you came on this trip with me.”

They hug for a few more moments, before Theo lightly whistles, indicating the car is here.

Harry waves sadly, watching them go. He sits on a bench as gathers himself. He pulls out his phone, with no word from Briar. His heart pings with sadness and a little anxiety, but he knows she has to take care of the barista before they are ‘back together’. It sucks, but he understands. 

Pulling his checked bag, he heads for the parking area. It’s busy with families traveling and waiting for their Ubers and rental cars. Placing his bags in the back, he spots Oliver’s booster in the back, making him jut out his bottom lip.

In pure silence, Harry heads back home. 

~

Briar bursts into the coffee shop, not caring who she bumps into this early in the morning. Spencer pokes his head out from the back, his smile lighting up when they make eye contact.

“Bri! You’re home!”

She smiles shyly, and a bit solemnly. 

“Hey, yeah. Can we talk?”

Spencer wipes his hands on a towel and nods, brow furrowing slightly. He nods in the direction of an empty booth, to which they slide in simultaneously. 

Spencer crosses his hands over one another on the table, looking at her expectantly. 

“Um, so, when I was on my trip, I did some thinking and some soul-searching. So, I’m thinking we should stop seeing each other.”

He flinches slightly, opening his mouth and then suddenly closing it. Spencer gnaws on his lip for a second before sighing lightly.

“I mean, I don’t feel like your head has been in it the entire time, so I don’t think I’m surprised,” Spencer shrugs.

Briar’s stomach drops at that. She knows she hasn’t been herself. He’s a rebound at best. 

“I recognize that, and I’m so sorry. I’ve just had a lot happen over the last few months. I hope we can still be friendly. We have another year left at school, anyway.”

Spencer nods, looking out the window for a second, “Is it anything I did?”

“No, no. I promise. I’m just a little hung up on my last relationship. It was pretty serious and ended abruptly. I hope you can understand that."

“Of course. I hope you find what you’re looking for, Briar.”

Her heart swells, appreciating his genuine response to her confession. She pats his hand on the table and slides out of the booth without even looking back.

She needs to get home to Harry.

~

Still riding in silence, Harry approaches his familiar street. He’s miserable going back to a quiet house. He debates stopping over at Niall’s to listen to him talk for hours just to feel something. 

He sees his nosy neighbor, Maureen, watering her plants in the front yard, a little close to his fence. He know’s she’ll be willing to spill all of the suburban gossip he’s missed. 

Gently bringing his Range Rover to a stop in front of the garage door, his heart stops when he realizes who Maureen is speaking to over the fence. 

Briar Barlowe quickly rises from her position on his front step, a nervous yet hopeful look on her face. The fingers of her right hand slightly pick at the cuticles of her left, hands interlocked in front of her. 

Frozen, Harry hesitates before finally opening the car door and running to his girl. He leaves the car running and door wide open without a care in the world.

“Harry, I almost called the cops. She’s been here over an hour waiting for you,” Maureen snipes, giving Briar a look. 

“Shut up, Maureen! Jesus!” Harry snaps, not even looking over at the nasty woman.

Briar laughs, not even believing that this is how they reunite — for good. Their lips crash and embrace lovingly, not even taking a second to breathe. The force of both their bodies send them into Harry’s flower beds. 

The fall doesn’t stop them from kissing and staring longingly. Maureen’s hose sprays them lightly, before she gives up completely and goes inside. They laugh through the series of kisses and gropes, some tears starting to run down their cheeks. 

They pull away, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Hi,” Briar whispers.

“Hi,” he replies. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Here for it all, right?”

“I fucking love you,” Harry says, deeply kissing her again.

“I fucking love you too, Harry.”

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EEEEEEE THATS THE END!!!! BUT I HAVE AN EXTRA ALREADY WRITTEN THAT I MAY POST SOON <3 THANK YOU FOR BARING WITH ME AND LOVING MY LITTLE BRAIN BABIES

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Sweet Creature

A househusband!Harry fic.

Summary: Harry’s daughter wants him to sing with her at the school talent show. The only problem is… He has stage fright.

Word count: 5k

Warnings: slight angst (father-daughter disagreement)

A/N: Didn’t realize I would enjoy writing dadrry this much. I hope it’s as fun to read as it was to write :)

***

Y/N is not a morning person. At all. She would live like a night owl if she didn’t have to get up at the ass crack of dawn every day for work. On the bright side, she’s one of the few lucky people on this planet who actually loves her job. It has allowed her to build a comfortable life for her family, and early mornings are only a minor trade-off.

Besides, her mood always brightens up as soon as she heads downstairs and hears the lively chatter of her husband, Harry, and their eight-year-old daughter, Savannah, emanating from the kitchen. Unlike her, mornings are not a problem for Harry and Savannah. It’s like they both wake up with permanent smiles plastered to their beautiful faces.

“Good morning, my angels,” she greets them as she enters the kitchen.

“Morning, Mom,” replies Savannah from the dining table, her little voice muffled by a mouthful of cereal. Y/N kisses the top of her head.

“Morning, Mama. You’re right on time for breakfast,” says Harry, transferring scrambled eggs onto a plate for Y/N. “Oh, and I’ve put your lunch right by the door so you won’t forget it this time.”

She thanks him and gives him a kiss on the cheek. As she’s pouring herself a cup of coffee, Savannah asks, “Daddy, are you a musician?”

“A musician?” Harry responds distractedly as he carries the pan he used to cook the eggs over to the sink.

“Yeah! Yesterday at recess, Kayley told everyone that her dad is a musician.”

Who’s Kayley? Y/N mouths to Harry. Although she isn’t able to spend as much time with her daughter as Harry due to work, she makes every effort to be present in her life and keep track of all the little details, like the names of her friends. So, the mention of this unfamiliar name comes as a surprise to her.

New classmate, Harry mouths back.

Meanwhile, Savannah, oblivious to the silent exchange between her parents, continues with her story, “She said he makes music with his friends and they have a lot of fans on the internet, so I said ‘my dad is a musician too!’ Then Kayley asked if you have any fans on the internet, and I said no, you only play music for me and Mom, and then Kayley said ‘that’s not a musician.’ ”

“Well, I suppose she has a point,” says Harry, running cold water over the pan.

Y/N frowns. “What? You write your own music all the time. Just because you’re not posting it online doesn’t mean you’re not a musician.”

“Maybe an amateur musician?” he suggests with a shrug.

Turning to her daughter, Y/N states, “Savvy, your father is a musician.”

Savannah perks up in her seat like bread popping out of a toaster. “Okay! I’ll let Kayley know.”

“You do that, honey.” When Y/N looks back at Harry, a small smile has emerged on his face, one that he tries to conceal by staring down into the sink, but the dimple in his cheek gives him away.

He likes to pretend that he’s not serious about his music, that songwriting is just a fun little hobby he dabbles in once in a while without putting any real effort into it. But Y/N knows how deep his passion for music runs. His songs are his babies. She often tells him to make more time for songwriting, though he never listens. He devotes so much of his time to other people—taking care of housework so that Y/N can focus on her job, supporting Savannah’s education and extra-curricular activities, and volunteering in the community, even offering free guitar lessons to kids. Rarely does he make time for himself and his own hobbies.

Y/N now takes her breakfast over to the dining table and sits across from her daughter.

“The spring talent show is coming up,” announces Savannah.

Y/N’s face lights up. “Oh, fun! I love going to those.”

Savannah’s school hosts talent shows every spring and fall. Everything from singing and dancing to reading poems and doing magic tricks is permitted, as long as it’s been vetted by the show organizer, Ms. Lee. Savannah always sings; she has yet to miss a show.

“Which song are you performing this time?” asks Y/N.

“I’m not performing,” she mumbles, playing around with the last bit of cereal in her bowl.

“Aw, why not? I thought you loved performing.”

“Yeah... But Kayley told everyone she’s singing a song with her dad and Ms. Lee allowed it. Now the other kids are bringing their parents on stage too. I wanted Daddy to play guitar and sing with me, but he said no.”

Y/N gasps and turns to Harry. “What? Why?”

She can see him struggling to come up with an answer, eventually settling on, “I’ve never performed for a proper audience before.”

“Harry, it’s a school talent show. The audience is going to be kids.”

He scoffs. “Are you joking? The audience is always full of parents. Remember the last one we went to? Place was so packed with parents, they ran out of seats.”

She can’t argue with that. Savannah’s school is quite big for an elementary school. The auditorium can hold up to five hundred people, and it’s always at full capacity on the night of a talent show. Parents aren’t the only ones in attendance but also grandparents, aunts, and uncles, as well as teachers and other school staff. It’s a popular event.

“Okay, well, it doesn’t matter anyway,” says Y/N. “You have an amazing voice. So does Savvy. And the two of you together will blow everyone away.”

He doesn’t seem convinced. “I dunno…” Turning to Savannah, he suggests, “Maybe you and your mum can do something instead.”

“Mom can’t even sing!”

Harry shoots her a disapproving look. “Savvy, that’s rude.”

Y/N chuckles. “I mean, she’s not wrong.”

“Well, your mum likes to dance, so maybe you can do a dance routine together.”

“But I don’t wanna dance!” Savannah protests, growing frustrated with her father’s deflections. “I wanna sing with you.”

He lets out a sigh, leaning his hip against the sink and crossing his arms, as he glances back and forth between his wife and daughter.

“Will you at least think it over?” asks Y/N. “Savvy, when’s the talent show?”

“It’s at the end of the month, but Ms. Lee said we have to prepare something by next Wednesday to show her.”

“That’s not very far away,” mutters Harry.

“Well, the sooner you make up your mind, the more time you’ll have to prepare,” says Y/N.

He narrows his eyes at her. She just smiles and bats her eyelashes at him.

“All right, all right,” he says finally, throwing his hands up in defeat. “I will think about it.”

Savannah squeals with glee.

***

It’s been a year and a half since Harry started teaching kids to play guitar. The first child he ever taught was a shy little boy named Jordi who was one class below Savannah. Harry knew Jordi’s mother from parent council meetings, and she sometimes asked him to watch her son for a couple hours after school until she got off work.

Whenever Jordi was over, Savannah would take out the little guitar that her parents had gifted her for Christmas and play with it, often strumming the same two chords over and over because that was all she knew. Jordi would watch on with an awestruck face. He would never utter a word, but Harry could tell that he wanted to try playing it himself.

It took some convincing, some lecturing about “sharing is caring” to get Savannah to lend her guitar to Jordi, but once he got his hands on that thing, he was hooked. Harry enjoyed teaching Jordi. In many ways, the boy reminded him of himself when he was younger.

Word got around on the school playground that Jordi learned to play guitar from Savannah’s dad, and suddenly, Harry had parents asking him if he would teach their kids as well. Not wanting to overwhelm himself, he took on only a small number of kids. Nowadays, he teaches four kids and sees each of them for a couple hours a week.

He doesn’t charge anything for the lessons, even though some parents insist on paying him. He doesn’t need the money. Y/N’s job rakes in so much that any amount he might make from the lessons would be a tiny drop in the bucket of their family income. He also knows that some of the kids he teaches come from low-income backgrounds, and it wouldn’t feel right charging their parents for lessons when they can hardly afford a babysitter.

The child he’s working with today is one of Savannah’s school friends, Jasmine. They finish around 6 p.m. when Maria, Jasmine’s mother, drops by to pick her up. Harry follows Jasmine out the front door to greet her mother on the porch.

“How was the lesson?” asks Maria.

“It was good. I learned to play a song,” replies Jasmine, clasping her hands behind her back and beaming up at her mother proudly.

“Wow! Already?”

“Yeah, she’s a pro,” says Harry, telling Jasmine, “We should have your mum sit in on the next one so you can show her how good you are.”

The girl eagerly nods in agreement. “Okay!”

Maria smiles and places a loving hand on Jasmine’s head. Then she says to Harry, “Hey, I heard you and Savannah are singing at the talent show together.”

His eyebrows lift up. He has yet to tell Savannah his decision about the talent show, but it seems she’s already been going around telling people that he’s performing with her.

“Oh, um… Yeah, I—I guess I am.” He rubs the back of his neck and clears his throat. “How about you? Are you and Jasmine doing something together?”

“Hell no!” She gives a hearty laugh. “Can you imagine me getting up in front of all those people and putting on a performance?”

“Sure, why not? You seem like a talented lady.”

She snorts. “Even if that were true, I couldn’t do it. See, kids have an excuse. If they mess up, it’s like, ‘oh they’re kids, they’re adorable.’ But us adults? We don’t get excuses.” She shakes her head. “You’re brave.”

“Thanks,” he replies half-heartedly. He knows her words were meant to be a compliment, but all they do is make him even more terrified about the prospect of being on stage.

“Well, Jasmine and I should head home. See you next week, same time?”

“Yup. See you next week. Bye, Jasmine.” He smiles and waves at the little girl.

“Bye, Harry!” Jasmine waves back as her mom leads her down the driveway.

He heads back into the house and goes upstairs to Savannah’s room, which is down the hall from his and Y/N’s bedroom. As he approaches, he can hear Y/N helping Savannah with her math homework. Harry loathes math. Y/N doesn’t mind it. They have a mutual understanding that when it comes to math homework, Savannah is better off going to her mother first.

The door to her room is open. She sits cross-legged on her double bed with her math notebook open in front of her, a colourful feather-topped pencil gripped between her fingers. Y/N lies on her side across the bed, propped up on one elbow; she smiles at Harry as he enters. Savannah is engrossed in the question she’s working on, brow furrowed in concentration as she stares down at her notebook.

“Is the answer fourteen?” she asks her mother.

Y/N nods. “You got it.”

She scribbles her answer in the book.

“How’d the lesson go?” Y/N asks Harry.

“Went well,” he responds, standing next to the bed. “Had a chat with Jasmine’s mum just now. She was asking about the talent show. Apparently, a little birdie told her that Savvy and I performing together.”

Y/N acts surprised. “Oh! I wonder which little birdie told her that.”

Harry and Y/N both slowly turn to look at their daughter, who tilts her chin into her neck to avoid their gazes. Harry reaches out and starts tickling her sides, making her giggle hysterically.

“Was it you?” he asks.

“No!”

“Are you sure about that?”

Savannah topples over onto her side, squirming and snickering into the mattress as he continues tickling her until finally, she caves. “It was me! It was me!”

The tickling ceases. Some residual giggles escape her before she straightens up to look at her father with sugary sweet eyes that resemble her mother’s.

“I thought we agreed that I was going to think about it,” he says.

She huffs out a sigh. “It’s been two days, Dad. How much thinking can a person do?”

He and Y/N exchange amused looks.

“Well, you’re in luck,” he says, “because I had actually made up my mind and I was going to wait until dinner to tell you, but I suppose I’ll tell you now...” He pauses for dramatic effect, watching as Savannah holds her breath in anticipation. “I will sing with you at the talent show.”

“Woohoooo!” Savannah jumps to her feet on the bed and launches herself into her father’s arms. He catches her before she can plummet to the floor, stumbling backwards a little.

“Sav! Be careful,” Y/N scolds.

She wraps her arms and legs around him like a koala bear and kisses him on the cheek. “Best dad in the world!”

He chuckles and squeezes her tight before setting her back down on the bed. “Have you thought of what song you want to do?”

“Oh, oh, oh! Can we do the one we sang for Mom’s birthday?”

He thinks back to Y/N’s birthday a few months ago. He had just finished working on a new song that he named Sweet Creature. Knowing how much his wife relishes hearing him and Savannah sing together, he decided to surprise her with a father-daughter duet. Savannah has a remarkably sharp memory when it comes to music, so it didn’t take her long to learn the lyrics and melody.

“You mean Sweet Creature?” he asks.

“Yeah, that one!”

“Um… Are you sure you don’t want to do a Disney song or something?”

She shakes her head adamantly.

Singing in front of people is nerve-wracking enough on its own, but to sing an original song that no one has heard, except for Y/N and Savannah, will take those nerves to a whole other level.

“I think that’s a great idea, Savvy,” Y/N chimes in.

He gives her a slightly frustrated look.

She shrugs. “What? I think people deserve to hear your beautiful music. It’s actually a crime that you keep it hidden away from the world, you know?”

A little smile cracks through his frustration. “Okay, I suppose we can try that one and a few others and see what works.”

Despite how far out of his comfort zone this is, the excitement that appears on Savannah’s face, and even Y/N’s, every time they discuss the talent show makes his heart sing. It might be the only reason he hasn’t scrapped the idea altogether.

***

“But I don’t wanna do that song.”

Y/N stirs on the couch, pulled from her deep slumber by the sound of Savannah’s disgruntled voice coming from the den. It’s been an hour since she got home from work. Harry and Savannah have been rehearsing for the talent show all evening, so she decided to unwind by watching TV in the living room but fell asleep not even ten minutes into the show she was watching.

“Okay, then we’ll pick another one,” she hears Harry reply. “How about the one from that movie—”

“No! I wanna do your song,” insists Savannah.

“Well, we can’t always get what we want, Sav.” His dwindling patience is evident in his tone. He rarely speaks to their daughter so bluntly.

“But you promised!”

“I did not promise. I said we’d try out a few different songs and see what works.”

“You’re a liar!”

“Savvy, that’s not very ni—”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

“Savannah, come back here plea—”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!”

She comes storming out of the den and over to Y/N. Perching herself on the edge of the couch, she crosses her arms over her chest, face set in a deep frown.

“What happened, Sav?” Y/N probes gently.

“Daddy promised we would sing his song for the talent show and now he says we can’t!”

“Baby, I’m sure he has a good reason.”

“Can’t you just tell him we have to sing it? He always does what you tell him.”

She presses her lips together and shakes her head sympathetically. “I can’t make your father do something he doesn’t want to do.”

“Yes, you can! You can make him do anything! He never says no to you. Only to me.” A sad pout forms on her lips.

“No, honey, I…”

Savannah’s eyes fill with tears. She stands up and scurries off upstairs.

Y/N has never seen herself as a pushy person. Although leadership comes naturally to her, allowing her to climb the corporate ladder with greater ease than most, she has never been the kind of leader that forces others to do things they’re not comfortable with. People, both in her personal life and work life, have commended her ability to push others to reach their full potential without being overbearing. However, Savannah’s words make her wonder if she might have pushed Harry too hard. A pit of guilt forms in her stomach.

Harry emerges from the den with a weary look on his face.

“Where’d she go?” he asks Y/N.

“Upstairs.”

He plops down on the couch next to her with a heavy sigh. She brings a hand to the back of his head, running her fingers through his soft curls.

“Savvy and I are having creative differences,” he states, earning an amused chuckle from Y/N. “She really wants to sing Sweet Creature. I feel like it’s too slow, maybe too mature for a school talent show. I wanted to try looking up some fun, upbeat songs, but she wasn’t having it.”

“It’s okay. Let her cool off for a bit. Then we’ll go and explain to her that you’re just not comfortable doing one of your songs.”

“It’s not that I’m not comfortable with it. I just don’t think it’s the right song choice.”

“H, you don’t have to lie to me.”

“I’m not—” He groans and runs his hands down his face. “God, why does my family think I’m a liar?”

She places a hand on his cheek, turning his face towards her. “I don’t think you’re a liar. I just think somewhere deep down, you know that the real reason you don’t want to do this song isn’t because it’s too slow or too mature but because the thought of sharing your music with people scares you.”

His green eyes blink back at her. He shakes his head. “You always read me like a book.”

She smiles. “Look, I’m the one who talked you into this. You had already told Savannah no and she accepted your answer. And then I came butting in, pushing you to reconsider. And now, she thinks I can just wave a magic wand and make her father do whatever I want, even if he’s not comfortable with it, which is not exactly the kind of example I want to be setting for my daughter.” She sighs. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard.”

“It’s all right,” he replies. “I need the push sometimes, honestly.”

She tilts his face more towards her and kisses him softly on the lips. When they part, she catches movement on the stairs from the corner of her eye. She turns to find Savannah sitting on the second last step, staring at the two of them from behind the vertical posts of the bannister.

“I’m hungry,” the girl declares.

Harry glances at the clock above the fireplace. “Oh, it’s late. I should get started on dinner.”

“Why don’t we all cook together?” suggests Y/N.

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” he asks.

“No, I’m good.” She rises to her feet. “I think it’ll be fun. What do you think, Savvy?”

“Um… okay.”

“Awesome!” Placing her hands on her hips, Y/N turns to Harry and says, “Well, Dad, you’re in charge. You tell us what to do and we will get it done.”

He gazes up at her, eyes glinting with affection and amusement.

“Okay?” she asks.

He nods. “Okay.”

The three of them head to the kitchen where Harry begins delegating tasks. Y/N decides to put on some music. Although Savannah stays closed-off for the first little while, clearly embarrassed about her earlier outburst, she slowly starts to warm up, unable to resist the cheery atmosphere created by the music and her parents’ corny jokes. Soon enough, she’s singing into a wooden spoon and being twirled around the kitchen by her father, while Y/N stays by the stove to make sure their dinner doesn’t burn.

Later that night, Harry and Savannah have a serious talk to sort out their “creative differences.” She apologizes for calling him a liar and storming off; he ultimately decides they should stick with Sweet Creature as their song. Y/N also speaks with Savannah to stress that her father is not a puppet who will do whatever he’s told without question, that he deserves the same respect that Savannah shows to her mother.

***

On the day of the talent show, Y/N dashes straight home from work, buzzing with excitement to see her two angels on stage tonight. They’re already dressed and ready to go by the time she gets home, so she quickly changes out of her work clothes and touches up her makeup before driving them all to the school.

Harry and Savannah head to the music room, where Ms. Lee had instructed all of tonight’s performers to gather. Meanwhile, Y/N joins the other attendees in the auditorium. It’s still early and people are slowly trickling in. A refreshments table has been set up at the back, serving coffee, juice, and baked goods. Y/N helps herself to a cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin before finding a seat a few rows away from the stage.

The show consists of a variety of acts. A mother-daughter dancing duo, a father-son comedy skit, a grandfather-granddaughter magic act, and so much more. Y/N finally sees Kayley for the first time when she appears on stage to sing a piano ballad with her father. At the end of their performance, she thinks, “Savvy and Harry are gonna blow them out of the water.” It’s not a competition by any means, but that doesn’t stop her competitive side from coming out anyway.

Halfway through the show, her phone vibrates in her pocket with a text from Harry.

H: Can you come to the restrooms by the kindergarten classrooms? I need you.

Y/N: On my way

She stands and makes her way out of the auditorium, trying to cause as little disruption as possible. She finds Harry pacing back and forth in the hallway outside the restrooms. His outfit consists of a ringer tee with little strawberries printed all over it paired with bright green trousers. He matches with Savannah, who wore a strawberry-print skirt for tonight. His hair was perfectly styled when they left the house but now looks a bit ruffled, probably from nervously running his hands through it too much.

“Hi, honey,” she says. “Everything okay?”

He stops pacing to look at her. “No, I’m literally shitting my pants.”

A couple of older women were exiting the restroom right as he said that. They shoot him a disgusted glare.

His eyes widen, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Sorry, I—I didn’t mean literally. I was just exaggera—”

Y/N grabs his hand and pulls him into one of the classrooms nearby so they can speak in private.

“Where’s Savannah?” she asks him.

“Backstage, waiting for our turn.” He runs a hand through his hair again. “She’s not nervous at all, Y/N. Our eight-year-old daughter isn’t nervous at all about getting up in front of all those people. Meanwhile, I, a grown man, am hiding out by the restrooms.” His words come out in a frantic half-whisper, topped with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. Just as he reaches up to mess with his hair again, Y/N takes his hands.

“H, it’s okay to be nervous,” she tells him softly. “Of course you’re nervous. You’ve never done this before. Getting on stage? Singing one of your own songs? That would terrify just about anyone. Not all of us can be natural-born stars like Savannah.”

“I don’t want my nerves to ruin this for her,” he admits. “That’s what I’m most afraid of. Making a fool of myself is one thing, but disappointing our daughter is another.”

Y/N smiles, overwhelmed with fondness for the man standing before her. “Harry, she’s already so happy that you’re even doing this with her. She’s going to love you regardless.”

He nods and takes a deep breath in, blowing it out through his mouth. Then he says, “She’s just like you, you know. She has your confidence.”

“Well, she has your talents.”

“Wonder where she got the stubbornness from,” he mutters with a teasing lilt to his voice.

“That would be you, obviously.”

His face contorts with disbelief. “Me?!”

“Indeed.” She walks out of the classroom with Harry following close behind.

He scoffs. “No way. It’s you and you know it.”

“Nope.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“Yup.”

They “nope” and “yup” their way back to the auditorium. She reminds him once again that he’s an amazing father for agreeing to do this and gives him a kiss for good luck before they part ways.

Harry and Savannah’s performance happens towards the end of the show.

“Our next act of the night is a father-daughter duet,” Ms. Lee announces into the mic. “We have Savannah and Harry singing an original song called Sweet Creature.”

Everyone applauds as the duo makes their way on stage. Their mic stands are already set up a few feet apart, slightly angled towards each other. Harry walks over to the taller one, his acoustic guitar slung over his shoulder. Savannah takes her place in front of the shorter mic. They look adorable in their matching outfits, their eyes sparkling under the stage lights. Y/N’s cheeks already hurt from smiling.

The two share a quick glance before Harry begins strumming his guitar. Soon, Savannah’s mellifluous voice fills the auditorium. She mostly sings the verses by herself, with Harry jumping in on every other line, his voice blending seamlessly with hers. The chorus—Y/N’s favourite part of the whole song—is sung together.

Ironically, Harry’s eyes find Y/N in the audience right as he sings, “We’re both stubborn, I know.” She flashes him a knowing grin. 

The end of their performance is met with thunderous applause filling the auditorium. Harry claps too, directly at Savannah, who returns the sweet gesture. The two of them take a bow before exiting the stage.

After the last few acts, the talent show draws to a close. People rise from their seats to mingle and compliment the performers on their work. Harry and Savannah make their way through the crowd to Y/N, who pulls them both into a loving embrace.

“You guys were amazing,” she praises. “I’m so, so proud of you.”

“Savannah! Savannah!” They hear Savannah’s friends beckoning her nearby.

“I’ll be right back,” she tells her parents before running over to her friends.

Y/N looks at Harry. “Well? How did that feel?”

He takes a deep breath, squinting his eyes a bit. “Terrifying… But good.”

“The single moms are going to be all over you after that performance.”

He rolls his eyes. “Shut up.”

“It’s true. They’re actually on their way over here right now.” She glances over his shoulder.

“No, they’re not.”

“Yes, they are. In three… two… one…”

Right on cue, a group of three women appear from behind Harry, swarming around him like moths to a flame.

“Harry!” shouts one of them. “We didn’t know you could sing.” She places a hand on his arm.

“You and your daughter are the most adorable things I’ve ever seen,” says another.

“You’re so talented,” says the third.

“Thank you so much,” he replies sincerely.

“What song was that? I’ve never heard it before.”

“Oh, I wrote it.”

The women gasp and share shocked glances. “You wrote that?!”

Y/N tries not to laugh at their over-the-top reactions to everything he says. Instead, she decides to go talk to a few other parents while her husband basks in the glory of his newfound rockstar status.

A while later, she’s standing by the entrance to the auditorium, swiping through the pictures she took on her phone during the show, when she hears Harry whisper in her ear from behind, “Why’d you leave me alone with them?”

She turns to him, laughing at the annoyed expression on his face. “What do you mean? I was letting you have your moment. Kind of hard to soak in all that female attention with your wife standing right next to you, isn’t it?” She asks the question teasingly, curious to see how he’ll react. And as usual, his response reminds her of why she married him in the first place.

“I don’t want their attention,” he whines, squeezing her waist. “I want yours.”

“Aww.” She caresses his cheek and kisses him. “Well, maybe we should get out of here so you can have all my attention.”

His expression changes, the slightest hint of lust swimming in his green irises. “Okay, let’s find Savvy.”

“Oh, Jasmine’s mom let me know she’s taking them out for pizza. She’ll drop Savvy home after. So, yes, for the next couple hours, you have all of my attention,” she tells him, smirking.

The hint of lust turns into full-blown desire. Without another word, he starts pulling her towards the exit.

***

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[chloe-skywalker]

Different - Draco Malfoy

Draco x Fem!reader Weasley

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,118

Summary: Y/n is a Weasley but she’s very different from her family. Her hair’s not red, she’s a Slytherin, and now? She’s dating Draco Malfoy. Will Ginny and Hermoine be able to help keep her brothers in the dark? Or will they find out no matter how hard they try?

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“I think Ron’s catching on.” Y/n rested her head on her arms, which more currently folded on the table in the liberty. Y/n was stressed hiding something when you have so many siblings around all the time was not easy.

“No trust me he’s not.” Hermione shook her head, trying to comfort her friend.

“Out of all our family Y/n/n, Ron would be the last to figure it out.” Ginny laughed. Ron was oblivious, Hermione knew that as much as anyone and started laughing as well. Although both noticed their friend still looked stressed about the situation.

“Don’t worry, Y/n.” Hermione gave Y/n a smile trying to ease her friend's mind.

“They're all gonna hate me when they find out.” Y/n referred to her family. Ginny was the only one who knew, her and Hermione. No one else on her part. Besides her parents.

“Mom and dad don’t hate you and they know. I know and I don’t hate you.” Ginny nudged her older sister arm to arm also trying to ease the tension.

“I don’t either and I don’t get along with Draco at all.” Hermione reached across the table to hold her hand. Y/n was originally nervous to tell Hermione, given her and Draco’s history. Their history also having played a part in why Y/n turned Draco down for so long. Till Hermione convinced her to say yes.

“It’s just… I’m already so different from my family- our family it’s-” Y/n started but got cut off. Often at times, Y/n didn’t do things because she didn't want to be even more different than her family. She didn’t have the Weasley's hair, she wasn’t a Griffindor, and now she’s dating a Malfoy?

“An that’s ok. We still love you.” Ginny smiled.

“Y/n/n, Draco has said unforgivable things to me but I support your relationship with him because you make eachother happy. And let’s face it, you make him a better person.” Hermione added, and it was true. Draco has been an ass to Hermione for years, but she cared about her friend's happiness.

“You do.” Ginny agreed with Hermione. Draco has been a different person since Y/n finally agreed to a relationship with him.

“That’s why we’re helping you.” Hermione squeed Y/n’s hand, giving her smile. “You're my friend, you're like a sister to me. So until your ready for your brothers to know, I’ll help you keep it a secret.”

Ginny placed her arm around her older sister's shoulder in a half hug. “And if they don’t like it you really think mom won’t rip them a new one?”

The three laughed at Ginny’s statement, the 3 girls knowing very well how true her words were. After the laughing calmed down they decided to have a girls night in the common room for Gryffindor.

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“I don’t care about what your brothers will think, you know that right?” Draco asked, he knew she was scared of what they’d think, and he completely understood where she was coming from.

“I know. I’m grateful for that. I’m just worried for their reactions.” Y/n smiled up at him through her lashes, since she was resting her head on his shoulder. “Weren’t you nervous about your parent's reaction? They weren’t to thrilled if I recall correctly.”

Y/n shrugged his arm off looking down, sometimes it felt like everyone in their world didn’t want them together. Draco turned a bit in his seat adjusting himself so he could face her. Lifting her chin up to look him in the eyes. “On this matter. I only care about what I think. Besides my mother loves you, and between my two parents the opinion on you would only matter from her.”

“I don’t care what they think of you, of us. I just don’t want them to hate me. For not telling them, for keeping a secret, or just because- hell I could think of a bunch of things.” She told him letting out a shaky laugh out of nerves.

“They won’t.” Draco reassured, hoping to ease her nerves. “AN if they do. That’s their loss. But you’d still have your parents, Ginny, Hermione, my mom, and you have me.”

“That’s all I really need.” Y/n smiled reaching up to pull him into a kiss.

“Woah.” Fred and George said at the same time. Both twins were just as shocked as the couple sitting in front of them. Draco and Y/n didn’t even bother to move away from eachother, they were caught making out anyway so no use.

“Ummmm- hey?” Y/n said awkwardly looking at her older brothers.

The twins looked at eachother having a silent connection before looking at the couple. “We have one question.”

“What is it?” Draco asked.

“How long?” Fred asked curiously.

“8 months.” Y/n answered confidently.

The twins looked at eachother again before turning back to face the young couple. “One more question.”

Y/n laughed at her brother's antics. “Yes?”

“Not for you.” Fred said smiling at his little sister.

“Oh” Y/n gulped nervously

“You.” The twins spoke at the same time, pointing to Draco.

“Me?” Draco asked worried slightly.

“Yes.” They answered trying not to laugh.

“What is it?” Draco gulped but was ready to answer anything they ask.

“Do you love her?” George asked with an unreadable look. Which un-nerved Draco and Y/n a little bit.

“Yes. I do.” Draco answered after a short moment of thought before looking at Y/n.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled looking at him, shocked since they were taking things really slow and they hadn’t said ‘I love you’s’ yet.

“Then we’re good.” The twins stated smiling widely.

“Really?” Y/n asked hopeful that she might have at least two of her brothers on her side and ok with her relationship.

“Yeah.” He smiled at her, nodding.

“Thank you, guys! Don’t tell Ron!” Y/n called after them as they left the abandoned tower.

“We won’t!” They called back.

“That was better than you thought it’d be.” Draco commented letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah. I’m glad.” Y/n nodded letting out her own sigh of relief.

“I do think Ron will be a very different story though.” Draco admitted, truthfully he does not think Ron will accept it at all. Maybe not ever, if anything he might just become social with Draco but the young Malfoy doesn’t believe Ron will ever truly accept him. “We’ll deal with him when it comes to it.” Y/n said hoping that the day Ron finds out is very far in the future.

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golden trio headcanons

hermione has long hair that's almost always tangled

harry wakes up very early and sleeps lightly

ron hugs his pillow when he sleeps

ron was considered for hufflepuff and hermione was considered for slytherin and ravenclaw

harry is the shortest out of all of them

hermione brings muggle books too to keep up with muggle school

mom friend ronald weasley 

ron puts food on harry and hermione’s plates

harry is surprised to find that no one is taking his food from him

hermione teaches harry some manners (she fails teaching ron)

neither ron or hermione mention harry’s flinches at quick movements or loud noises

ron has undiagnosed adhd

harry doesn't realize how abnormal his life at the dursleys was until he goes to the weasley’s house 

hermione finding out harry never has had a stuffed animal and buying him one for christmas 

harry loving it but hiding it from his dorm mates bc he's afraid to be made fun of

socially awkward hermione

undiagnosed autistic hermione granger

hermione being very upset losing to ron at chess

hermione and ron watching harry practice quidditch sometimes

TRANS RON TRANS RON

handmade gifts from ron but only for hermione and harry bc they're his favorites

harry and ron missing each other and being literal platonic soulmates

ron and hermione bickering but actually being really close

ron tells hermione he's jealous of harry

hermione tells ron she's afraid to fail and be kicked out of the magic world

harry is both observant and unobservant

he is very oblivious

ron is the tallest and rests his elbows on harry and hermione’s heads

harry and hermione have to restrain ron from punching draco malfoy consistently throughout their years at hogwarts

harry having to get used to having more food after spending time at the dursleys

ron helps harry when harry wakes up from nightmares

hermione getting stressed and breaking out with acne

harry having to be taught hygiene in secret from ron bc he doesn't know how to take care of himself

harry and ron call hermione ‘hermy’ sometimes just because they think it’s funny and hermy hermione hates it

ron also thinks it’s really funny to say “har har” when harry makes a joke (harry giggles and hermione sighs)

#abused harry potter #autistic hermione granger #trans ron weasley #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #golden trio #adorable golden trio #adhd ron weasley #i love them sm #bamf golden trio

[podcastkevin]

Could I send a Harry Potter request for being Hermione’s sibling who stayed a hogwarts, and Hermione finding out r got hurt during the battle?

Hermione didn't want to hurt her family but she needed to protect her parents, and even though she knew that he could protect himself, she wanted to protect Mn too.

In Mn's room, his desk faced a window, his back to his door. Hermione tried to concentrate, she wanted to erase herself from him but her mind was on the fact that she's erasing herself from her best friend, her brother.

She swallowed the sob threatening to escape but suddenly, Mn turned around, book in hand not even paying attention until he saw Hermione, wand hand dropping when she jumps and look at his eyes.

"What-" "I'm sorry, Mn...I'm so sorry." She drops her hand to her side as she lets her tears fall. "I just...You'd be safer if you didn't know me." "Hermione...You were gonna obliviate me?" She nods before lowering her head. "Hermione, it's okay. Come on, you know me. They won't know that I know you." "I don't want to risk it." "Hey, 'Mione...Trust me, okay? I trust you with going on this journey with Harry, trust me that I will be fine at Hogwarts." She took a moment to think before nodding. "Okay...Love you, Mn..." "Love you, too, 'Mione. Come here."

She's quick to run into his arms and hug him tightly as Mn hugged her tightly in return.

"Okay, now go. Mom and Dad might question who I'm talking to, assuming you obliviated them." She nods her head, pulling back while putting a hand on his shoulder to pull him down to place a gentle kiss his cheek. "Be safe? I don't want to loose my best friend." "You know your brother. I'll be fine."

After Snape fled, Mn was quick to run over to Hermione, pulling her into his arms and fighting hugging her. "Mn, oh my god." She wraps her arms tightly around his neck and smiles. "Hermione, I'm so glad you're okay." "Me too. Come on." She pulls back, holding his hand tightly as she dragged you along behind Harry with Ron.

At the stairs, the two set off to the chamber of secrets while Harry ran off to find the diadem. "Wait, Har, where are you going?" "Ravenclaw common room? Gotta start somewhere."

When the Voldemort broke the protection spell, Mn was at the front field with Mrs. Weasley and the others. Watching as the sheiks slowly fell and burned. When Death eaters eventually made it passed the bridge, he helped Minerva get people inside.

He fought death eaters quite easily, protected other students backs and ran everywhere to kill any death eater he saw.

The only problem with him protecting everyone's six is that he hadn't been watching his own, a spell hits him in his back and he groans before composing himself a moving out of the way but in the process he gets in the path of someone else's spell from another fight and it hits his arm, he screams in more pain before sending a spell at the death eater who attacked him from behind and the death eater another student was fighting.

The student ran over to him to help him up but he shoos her away, claiming he's okay as he grips his arm in pain, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers as he walks away to help more people.

A few moments later, he hear Voldemort in his head and he winced, it hurt but not as much as his arm as he carefully listed to the dark lord.

When he made it into the great hall, Madam Pompfrey was fretting over him in an instant, bringing him over to a bench and caring for his wound. He looked around, seeing Remus and Tonks, seeing Fred surrounded by family. "Mn!!" A voice suddenly yells and he's looking to his right, standing up when he's sees Hermione running towards him and catching her in his embrace. "Mn." She cried, the dull ache in his arm ignored as he held his sister tightly.

"I asked Madam Pompfrey if you were here and when she said you were resting from being hit by a spell I got so scared." "Hey, 'Mione, hey, slow down. I'm still here." "I thought you were gone, there's so many gone and I thought you were apart of it." "Hermione, it's okay." Mn buried his face into her shoulder and squeezed her tighter when her arms around his neck squeezed just as tight. "The thought of loosing you when I don't have Mum and Dad scared me..." "Mione, stop talking." Mn scolded lightheartedly as he rubs her back as she cried into his shoulder.

"Please don't leave me..." "I'm your brother, You can't get rid of me that easily."

ah, I hope this is okay. Sorry if it feels rushed, this was finished during a writing slump and I just hadn't added tags yet.

Also, If you meant for this to be gn, I can rewrite it.

I hope it's okay though, sorry if it's also really short.

#Kevin's Query #x male reader #x reader #harry potter #hermione granger x you #brother reader #sibling reader #hermione granger

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Blaise doesn’t think he’s better then muggleborns or muggles, Blaise just thinks he’s better then everyone and that’s why the reader is chill spending time with him as she openly rejects the other slytherins that can’t get past their bigoted shit.

and the boy has some major Gina Linetti vibes to him but he absolutely worships the ground the reader walks on.

one day he just rolls up to Privet Drive in some ridiculously expensive car, most likely driven by a squib employed by his mother, to hangout with the reader because his mom had accompanied her newest husband on some business trip of his. the Dursleys have no idea how to react to the first time they see him playing wizard’s chess with the reader on the floor of their living room in his quidditch themed pjs.

Blaise being the only pureblood not to question or throw any repulsion towards Dursley!Reader regarding their obvious muggle stuff. On the low down he actually finds their stuff quite interesting but it’s not due to it all being muggle related but solely because it’s the Reader’s and they like it, even if he doesn’t know what exactly their knick-knacks are or what they’re used for. He also keeps quiet for the most part, even when he’s repulsed or offended so he wouldn’t outwardly judge or show too much disdain for the Reader’s muggle home or family. As long as he gets to spend some time with them then he’ll tolerate it. Besides, he’ll get an idea for himself of how these muggles treat his darling and then he’ll be able to plan how he’ll take the Reader away from them.

I can’t help but imagine Harry’s reaction to Blaise fucking Zabini being at 4 Privet Drive. He would absolutely be overwhelmed with paranoia, every muscle in his body tensed to the max ready to put himself between his cousin and protect them if need be. Who cares if he gets expelled or is thrown in Azkaban for using magic outside of school *cough* absolutely obliterating Zabini *cough*, Harry will do whatever he needs to to protect the only family he cares about.

Blaise isn’t an idiot or dense, he knows damn well that Harry isn’t happy that he’s there but Blaise isn’t there for him so he couldn’t care less. Not to mention, Harry makes it so very blatantly obvious that he does not want Blaise there and if he so much as breaths wrong in his cousin’s presence then he’ll throw hands. Meanwhile, Petunia, Vernon and Dudley are all cowered in a corner due to the sheer amount of animosity coming from both Harry and Blaise, directed towards one another. And poor Dursley!Reader is obliviously stuck in the middle of the two.

Honestly, so long as Blaise rolled up to Privet Drive in some kind of muggle way, Vernon could tolerate him being over. And given how Blaise keeps to himself and minds his tongue, Vernon wouldn’t have too much of a problem with him. He may even forget for the most part that the kid is a wizard, and a pureblood one at that. Hell, Vernon honestly probably forgets the kid is even over due to how quiet he is but he can’t deny how eerie the kid is while following the Reader around like a shadow.

If the Reader was fine with it and comfortable having Blaise over then Petunia wouldn’t throw him out but she’s keeping her eyes on this kid and how he is with her child. I mean, Harry’s already doing a pretty damn good job already at keeping a close eye on the two but Petunia will be watching like an hawk all the same. She may even pull Harry aside, still with the Reader and Blaise very much in their sights, and demand information on just who this new child is, how he knows the Reader, and especially how he got their address.

Blaise wouldn’t show it but he absolutely adores his time with his darling and getting to be near them without the watchful eyes of the other Slytherin purebloods. He wouldn’t breath a word of his adventure to the muggle world or his time with the Reader and being in their home and amongst their family. He would keep that all to himself, knowing both the danger it could bring his darling and the shame it would bring him and his mother. But whenever his mother was away while he was back home from school, Blaise would make more visits to the Reader’s when given the chance. More times then not spending the night over, even multiple nights. It’s not like his mother cares or anyone is at home waiting for him so why not be with the one person he wants to care about him.

The times the Reader stays at Hogwarts for the holidays, Blaise would do the same. No reason going home if he can’t be able to see them at some point. Besides, the other purebloods will be gone for the most part so he wouldn’t have to be too on his guard but that doesn’t mean he completely drops it either. He’ll just be able to get away with glancing over at the Reader more often then usual and being able to follow them around the corridors without anyone paying too much mind or picking up on his odd behavior. And if the Reader is in Slytherin then he can be around them more in the common room, getting to actually sit closer to them then he usually gets to.

#anxious answers #yandere blaise zabini #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

[ladyhallen]

Outsider POV/Sanctuary Snippet

Ron Weasley

Ron's brothers told him, years ago, that there was an exclusive clique in Hogwarts.

If it was the twins telling him, then he wouldn't have believed them. But since it was Bill & Charlie, he took it more seriously.

"A clique?" a young Ron would repeat. "Like, an exclusive club of friends?"

Bill and Charlie exchanged glances. "A bit like that, yeah. If you don't like them, at least be polite, okay Ron? Those guys have a reputation."

Ron had thought an exclusive group of friends seemed kind of strange to be scared about. Then he got to Hogwarts himself and realized that his brothers might have a point. In his first year, when he'd been a bit oblivious, he hadn't really noticed. Then, Hermione Granger got involved and suddenly, he was friends with her and Harry Potter.

That was when he noticed the group of friends who weren't exclusively bound to any house and were strangely invested in Harry's grades.

At least, he thought it was just Harry's grades. When Peter Pettigrew escaped from Azkaban, he thought he saw a rotation of them watching over them. Specifically, Harry.

"You're not imagining things," Hermione said, looking thoughtful. She would have sounded sour, but she was too curious for her own good. Ron knew she could handle things, but he had heard the rumors that his brothers had thought they could keep away from him.

Rumors of bullies suddenly going quiet. Kids personalities changing after being dragged away by one of Them...

Ron knew Hermione was capable, but he liked her the way she was, bossy and smart.

"Hermione, I know you're curious, but..." Ron tried to say but she ran off to the library.

Ron exchanged glances with Harry. "Or we could just ask?" Harry said, sounding uncertain. "Mom always said we can ask if we don't know. No need to seem stalkerish and stuff."

Ron knew from Harry's stories about his home that Lily Potter's relationship with James Potter was fraught with misunderstandings of stalking. To be fair to James Potter though, Ron thought privately after he heard about it, if he had an invisibility cloak that good, he'd probably do something worse with it.

So, before Hermione could be dragged away to have her personality transplanted with a houseplant, Ron and Harry resolved to ask Them what that was all about when the opportunity arose.

.

.

This is just a misunderstanding, but lmao. Sanctuary kids giving out free therapy to bullies and unhappy kids and getting misunderstood.

#fanfiction #snippet #harry potter #sanctuary snippet #ron weasley #hermione granger

[thetomarrylibrary]

Lost & Not Found (34)

''Harry was a necromancer and looked it, black fingertips and black tinted lips. He kept flirting with Voldemort and Voldemort felt uncomfortable being flirted by an adult in a child’s body. When Harry took an aging potion he was immediately attracted. I vividly remember a line from Harry about how he wouldn’t mind being a concubine because it sounded relaxing after they had sex.'' [ FOUND we who walk in shadows black by Evandar ]

''Harry, Ron, Ginny and Hermione go back in time to Tom’s era Hogwarts, round about 7th year. Harry gets put in Slytherin and him and Tom get close, driving him away from Ron, Hermione and Ginny. Harry eventually chooses Tom.'' [ FOUND With the eyes like these (who sees anybody else) by cealesti ]

''Scar!horcrux gains a corporeal form and helps Harry to find other horcruxes to fight voldemort. Other horcruxes that were found were also sentient and usually interacted with arry in his dreams(?), Diadem hissed at Draco at some point. It's also Harrymort since V also interacts with Harry in their shared dreams and is (kinda) civil, at least in the dreamscapes.'' [ FOUND Dance With the Devil by Driverpicksthemooseic ]

''Tom is a serial killer, and has a job as a dentist. It has multiple chapters I believe, and there is no magic. He also kills the dursleys, or at least Vernon and Dudley. It is on ao3.'' [ FOUND You're bleeding because you don't floss by MistyTheGhost ]

''Tom is Harry's blood brother and Bellatrix Lestrage and her husband are his adopted parents. Everyone knew this time that he was the BWL and not his twin, but they still chose to send him to the Dursleys. He was rescued by Remus and Snape. His twin ended up being obsessed with him, without knowing it was his twin.''

''Harry goes back in time or to another dimension. When he goes there, Tom is the minister and very oblivious and sort of a himbo fr. He is besties with Myrtle, and Harry stalks him, but Tom thinks Harry is protecting and loving him. Possibly unfinished.'' [ FOUND Plant Your Fields of Lavender and Chamomile by Aracell ]

''Voldemort accidentally kills Harry and like cries over this badly. He then asks for Hermione and Ron’s help in bringing him back. Harry meets Tom's mom and watches from the afterlife I think. When he feels Tom's love for him, he decides to go back.'' [ FOUND Death Never Stopped Me Before by ElliahRose ]

''Harry and Tom get trapped somewhere and they can't get out until they learn to love each other.'' [ FOUND Of Your Making by purplewitch157 ]

''Harry and Tom are trapped in either in the Room of Requirement or in the diary.''

#lf #harrymort #tomarry

[justalittleobsessedhere]

Parents, Teachers, and Siblings in Heartstopper

Being a little older than the target audience for heartstopper, one of the parts of the show that stuck out to me from the first watch was the presence of the adult figures. In so many teen-focused shows, the adults don't exist and the kids are left to figure it out on their own, or the adults are only there to be some sort of obstacle or challenge to overcome. This makes sense as this is the part of life where we start transitioning from our family units to creating our own communities, but in heartstopper, there is a recognition that these adults still play a role in our lives.

Most people can easily name Nick's mom (aka Sarah Nelson) or the art teacher (Mr. Ajayi) and a lot has been written about them. They serve as real guides for Nick and Charlie respectively. I think the key quality they both share is they are listeners. When Nick and Charlie are there to talk, they put down what they are doing, and they listen. They answer the questions and give advice. They don't tell what to do. It's kind of the opposite of what we think the job of an adult is. It embraces the idea that these teens have reached a point where they have their own experiences and should be trusted to decide their own best way forward.

The one adult who sticks out the most, though, is Charlie's dad, Julio. He's in the show two times, basically as Charlie's chauffeur. But when he's there, he's really there. When he picks Charlie up from Harry’s party, he can see that Charlie is distraught, and what he offers is comfort. The hug and comforting words that he offers to Charlie are so gentle and kind. He doesn’t try to pry the information out of Charlie or fix his problems. When he picks Charlie up from the movies, he can see Charlie is in distress, but again, he doesn’t press. He opens the door for Charlie to share, and, when Charlie doesn’t, he respects the choice and gets Charlie away from the distressing situation. This sort of quiet, loving support shows a real respect and kindness in his parenting.

On the other hand, we see Charlie’s mom once, and it is kind of a non-event if you don’t know the rest of the story. But when you look deeper, you see the seeds of the dysfunction in their relationship. She’s completely oblivious to the obvious emotional tension between Nick and Charlie. Nick is literally standing in the foyer soaking wet without a coat or umbrella. Shouldn’t that register as odd or at least elicit a query if everything is alright? But it doesn’t. Instead, she feels the need to highlight the need to keep their meeting short and then chastise Charlie for not changing out of his pajamas first! It’s subtle but lays the groundwork for the strife to come.

Let’s talk about Tori, too. While Tori is only a year older than Charlie, she plays a big role in Charlie’s life and support system. This is an important positive familial relationship. She can tell when Charlie is going through something, even from him just staring at his bowl, and encourages him to name what he wants for himself. She’s subtle in her warnings and fierce in her need to protect him. This isn’t just typical older sister love. This is genuine care and support, and, as she’s more Charlie’s contemporary, she gets a real insight into why he needs this. Hers is the most informed and necessary adult presence in his life — even if she’s just on the edge of being an adult.

I want to also add Coach Singh briefly. She’s in the background of the action and manages to drop a line here and there. You see her really trying to make him a part of the team with her encouragement. She’s a little more prominent in her support in the comic, but there is one moment in the show that really stuck out for me. When Charlie goes to quit the rugby team, she is truly excited to see him. And when Charlie tells her he wants to quit, she really wants him to stay and asks if it’s the other boys. Charlie doesn’t really notice how she’s trying to help, though. She’s a subtle supportive character that I would guess will have more to say next season… if the comics play out onto the screen.

In conclusion, once again, I am impressed with how much Alice Oseman managed to fit into four hours of amazing television.

#heartstopper #nick nelson #charlie spring #heartstopper tv #heartstopper gifs #heartstopper meta #alice oseman #mr ajayi #sarah nelson #julio spring #jane spring #coach singh #tori spring

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fan fics with a character who is a single parent as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

the wonderlands by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci

(M, 150k, music au) Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything

(E, 90k, silver fox fic) Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

Standing on the Edge of Forever by EllaO

(M, 55k, class play) Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

Know a Trick or Two by @sadaveniren

(E, 44k, Harry Potter au) the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

Play Me A Memory by jacaranda_bloom /  @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 26k, strangers to lovers) Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort.

If We Have Each Other by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(M, 23k, unplanned pregnancy) AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

When Least Expected by Rearviewdreamer /  @all-these-larrythings

(M, 22k, pandemic au) Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by @afangirlfantasy

(NR, 21k, Marcel au)  an AU where finding that 'someone new' actually leads to finding that 'someone old,' and Marcel is painfully oblivious.

Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 20k, secret relationship) A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

Not Ready for This by @berzerkshires

(E, 18k, secret relationship) Louis and Harry are both single fathers and their children decide to go out on a date.

Packed Lunches, Sticky Fingers and Accidental Levitation by LadyLondonderry

(G, 10k, magic au) Harry Styles is a skilled work-from-home potionist five years out of university with a steady job, a house, and... eight kids.

How It Begins (series) by phdmama / @phd-mama

(E, 8k, kid fic) New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate. Or is it?

A Christmas Kiss by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 8k, Christmas) the one where Harry is a single dad, Louis is a pediatric nurse, and Arlo needs to stop eating hazelnuts.

Wait by the Light of the Moon by @jaerie

(E, 5k, neighbors) Being a single parent of a newborn was not in Harry's plan. He can barely keep himself together doing everything on his own. He can't explain why he finds comfort in his neighbour next door, but apparently it's mutual.

Deep in His Eyes (I Think I See A Future) by @fallinglikethis

(T, 5k, town fair) Louis is a single father with twins, Davis and Ethan. Harry is the cute nursery school teacher that volunteers at the town’s fair.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene by @allwaswell16

(G, 2k, meet cute) When Louis takes his son trick-or-treating in a stormtrooper costume, little does he know by the end of the night he will end up gaining a Luke Skywalker, a Chewbacca, and a Rey.

—Rare Pairs—

Getting Good At This by pukeandcry

(E, 43k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick inherits custody of his baby god-daughter, and (predictably) has no idea what he’s doing; Louis only means to help out a bit, not fall in love with either of them.

Better With You by harriet_vane

(T, 38k, Liam/Louis) Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy. 

Light 'Em Up (One Way Or Another) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(T, 6k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw) When his best friend from university asked him if he'd ever thought about fathering a child, Nick didn't ever envisage ending up a single parent. 

Oh, Pretty Baby by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(G, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Teaching toddler music classes at Gymboree barely feels like work to Shawn, until he meets a clever little girl with an Irish name and a charming dad.

#1dficvillage #tracksintheam #trackinghome #hltracks #1dsource #trackinghappily #ficrec #single parent fics

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 45 — Harry Styles CEO

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?

— masterlist of enticing —

word count: 1.7K

TAGLIST: @0oolookitsme, @happycupcakeenthusiast, @kennedywxlsh , @hsfics, @stylesbrock, @bluemoonedwings , @cherriesrae , @vornilla , @mellamolayla , @harryscurls21 , @stilesissaved , @be-with-me-so-happily , @harryssattelitestomper , @jerseygirlinca , @tenaciousperfectionunknown , @lomlolivia , @stylesfever , @daphnesutton , @n0vaj3an , @breezykpop , @kathb59 , @sassamanda77 , @sherbitdibdab

“You really are the asshole that everyone says you are” Allison whispered as her eyes teared. “You have no compassion for your own parents, Harry. What does it say about you?” She spat back. “You are a shitty dad. You live in the damn fictional world with all the commodities in the world, and you are still miserable! Your money gets you nowhere because you are still a dick”.

Harry maintained a tense silence, his anger too overwhelming to find words. His jaw clenched, nostrils flared, and a knot formed in his throat. He yearned to express everything, to make his sister understand why their father didn't deserve an ounce of pity, but his fury stifled his voice.

“I know this may not concern me directly, but I can't stand by and let you talk to him like that, Allison, while I remain silent,” Y/N boldly declared as she rose from the couch, cradling Oliver. “You've come here seeking forgiveness for your father, yet you insult Harry, calling him a bad man when he's everything your father isn't. He's a great dad. So, instead of cornering him after his workday and insulting him in his own home, in front of his child, you should be asking him about all the trauma he's endured because of your father.”

Some newfound strength had surged within her. Y/N wouldn't have dared to intervene in such a matter a few months ago. Perhaps it was the hormones, the surging vitality within her, or the impending arrival of their baby that had emboldened her to speak her mind.

“Excuse me; I'm going to put Oliver to bed,” Y/N gracefully announced, heading upstairs to Oliver's nursery. She gently placed his sleeping body into the cot and kissed him goodnight before making her way back downstairs. Harry and Allison remained in a tense silence.

“What trauma?” Allison finally inquired. “He was cold, Harry. Just like he is now. Nothing has changed. Is that the trauma?”

“You're truly oblivious. Mom and Dad have really fooled you,” Harry responded with a sarcastic chuckle, surprised that she had never asked the right questions until now.

“Tell me then,” Allison took off her gloves and coat, placing them on the couch alongside her purse. “Humor me,” she added as she sat down, crossing her ankles. Y/N, watching from the kitchen, felt a growing disapproval toward Allison. This version of her wasn't the same Allison she had met at the Hamptons.

“I'm not ready,” Harry admitted. He had attended therapy for most of his teenage years and young adulthood to heal the wounds inflicted by his father. He had discussed many of the painful memories, but he wasn't prepared to remember it all and shatter the image his sister held of their father. Harry's mother had insisted on hiding it all from her youngest child, even begging Harry not to tell Allison.

“Why? If Dad is as terrible as you say, then I should know.”

“It's not my place to tell you, Allison. It's mom's,” Harry explained, turning his back to her and heading toward the kitchen. He was hungry, and he knew Y/N must be too. He didn't want to keep her waiting. “Hungry? I got you some Chinese.”

Y/N couldn't help but smile, her heart fluttering at this simple but sweet gesture. She found it endearing that he had made time in his day to satisfy her cravings.

Harry opened the brown paper bags, and as Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso, she kissed his back, holding him tightly as a way to comfort him and ease some of the stress he had just experienced.

“I love you,” she whispered against his shirt, savoring the scent of his sandalwood aftershave mixed with cologne.

Just as Harry turned his head to reciprocate her declaration, Allison walked into the kitchen, carrying all of her belongings.

“I guess this talk is over. I'll get out of your hair, then,” she said, displaying disappointment and confusion about how their conversation regarding their father had concluded.

“Have you had dinner already?” Harry inquired as he unpacked the boxes from the bags. Allison shook her head as she donned her gloves. “And you aren't staying for dinner?” Harry asked.

“Do you want me to stay? I thought you were angry with me,” Allison questioned, her expression a mix of uncertainty. “I thought you wanted me to leave.”

“You're still my sister, Allison, and there's plenty of food,” Harry replied. “It's Chinese. I hope that's not a problem.”

“That's perfect, actually,” she said, moving to the kitchen island and retrieving a stool to sit on.

“Let me get some plates,” Y/N offered as Harry began to open the boxes containing noodles, rice, and more. Y/N stretched on her tiptoes to reach for the plates that were stored higher than she remembered.

“You're pregnant?!” Allison exclaimed as she noticed Y/N's bump revealed by her sweater. Y/N quickly lowered her arms, covering her baby bump with the plates. Harry turned to Y/N with a small smile, understanding her embarrassment.

“She is,” Harry confirmed, considering how practical it would be to inform his parents about his second child. He anticipated his father's disapproval for having another child out of wedlock, but Harry didn't care; times had changed.

“No way! Were you ever going to tell me!” Allison beamed and pulled Harry into a tight hug. Harry had planned on informing her the next morning when he returned her calls, but Y/N had preempted him. “How far along are you?”

“Four months,” Y/N revealed as she set the plates on the placemats.

“Do you know what you're having?” Allison asked eagerly after hugging her.

“Not yet. Hopefully soon,” Y/N replied. The baby hadn't been in the right position during the last ultrasound, preventing the doctor from confirming the gender. Harry hoped for a daughter, as he had always wanted both a boy and a girl, while Y/N was less concerned about the baby's sex.

“I can't believe it! I'm so excited. You've got to tell Mom!” Allison couldn't contain her joy at the thought of Harry slowly building a family of his own. She might not have appreciated Y/N's interruption during their intense conversation, but she was genuinely pleased that Harry had found a woman who would stand by him through thick and thin. What astounded her even more was how comfortable Oliver had become with Y/N. He relied on her like a child would on his mother. And now, they were on the verge of expanding their little family even further.

“I'll call her soon. We wanted to savor this moment in private,” Harry explained, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I'd appreciate it if you don't tell anyone just yet.”

“Of course, just Nate and Mom,” Allison replied with a giggle. “These are fantastic news!”

“Here,” Harry said, handing Y/N a box of freshly cooked dumplings he had gotten for her. “I hope you like them.” Harry smiled and planted a gentle peck on her lips. “Would you like some wine?” he offered his sister, while simultaneously pouring a glass of unsweetened tea for Y/N.

“Yes, please,” Y/N replied after wiping the corners of her mouth. “So, what's going to happen with your job as a nanny?" Allison inquired with genuine concern. “I can't imagine everyone wanting to hire a pregnant nanny.”

“I don't work as a nanny anymore,” Y/N revealed between bites of her dumpling.

“You're staying to home?” Allison asked, puzzled, as she hadn't envisioned Y/N as a full-time housewife.

“She's working at William’s company as an analyst,” Harry chimed in as he returned with his shirt untucked, two glasses in one hand, and a freshly opened bottle of wine in the other. “Y/N had been hiding her degree from everyone.”

“Well, I'm happy for both of you. You've managed to build a very nice life,” Allison said, smiling as Harry poured wine into her glass.

“How's Nate?” Harry inquired about his brother-in-law.

“He's working hard, as usual. He's fine. I'm fine,” she replied, nodding as if she were trying to convince herself.

“You should have brought him along,” Harry suggested.

“He's not into these kinds of things.”

“You're obviously staying the night, right? I assume you didn't bring a driver,” Harry stated firmly, determined not to let her drive, especially after drinking.

“No, I couldn't.”

“Allison, you're staying, and that's final. There's plenty of space,” he insisted, and they continued to eat and discuss the impending arrival of the baby.

After a few more glasses of wine and a bit more gossip about their inner circle, the Styles siblings decided to call it a day. Y/N was already yawning as Allison finished her fourth glass of wine.

“I'm exhausted,” Y/N said as she sank her petite frame onto the massive bed in Harry's bedroom. Harry watched her with amusement from the end of the bed.

“Maybe I should become a housewife and let you pay for everything,” she joked, eliciting laughter from Harry.

“No way, and not because I don't want you at home, but because I know how much you love going to work and earning your own money,” Harry responded. Y/N let out a soft groan of pleasure as Harry reached for one of her feet, massaging her sole gently.

“Still, I could be your trophy wife,” Y/N said, her tone playful. Harry laughed and continued his gentle touch.

“Why are you laughing? You think I can't?” she challenged.

“You'd go nuts in just three days, baby,” Harry replied, knowing her well. “I was thinking of taking a bath. Would you like to join?”

— PREVIEW OF CHAPTER 61 —

“What's wrong?” Y/N inquired, her voice laced with worry. She scanned Allison's face for any sign of distress, her heart pounding with apprehension.

“I-I...” Allison stammered, struggling to catch her breath. Elizabeth, sensing the urgency of the situation, hurried to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water, her motherly instincts kicking in.

“Please, sit down,” Y/N urged, gesturing to the nearby couch. She knew that whatever news Allison had to share couldn't be easy to deliver.

Elizabeth swiftly returned with a glass of water, her hands trembling slightly as she handed it to Allison. The two women settled onto the couch, their eyes fixed on Allison, awaiting the news that had caused her such distress.

To their surprise, tears welled up in Allison's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her.

“Ali, please,” Y/N implored, her voice tinged with concern as she reached out to grasp Allison's hands, offering comfort. “Tell me what’s going on. You are scaring me”

Struggling to regain her composure, Allison took a deep breath before finally speaking.

“It's my mom and dad,” she began, her voice trembling. “They're at the hospital with Harry. They've decided to take him off life support.”

As Allison's words hung heavily in the air, a deep silence settled over the room. Y/N's heart sank at the news, her mind struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

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[helloliriels]

Sleepless in London (Pt.8)

Read it on AO3 (still catching up to AO3 before I post the next new chapter Tuesdays/Thursdays)

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The vibe in the clinic had shifted the next day.

John felt it.

Stepping out of the downpour and into the waiting room lobby, John brushed the moisture off his shoulders and ruffled his hair … looking up, only to see three of the receptionists tittering and whispering in a highly conspiratorial mode, as they watched him … keenly.

“Hi, Wendy, Carla, Sam.” 

He nodded, trying for casual in his greeting … but couldn’t help the knot forming in the pit of his stomach.

He walked a bit faster to his small office and quickly shut the door.

He needed to breathe.

.

Coffee with Sarah had been nice? Somewhat uneventful, the morning before. She smiled a lot. John had to get used to allowing himself to smile. And even allowed himself to laugh … a carefree chuckle that slipped out. 

He eyed her shyly after he stopped. Feeling oddly self-conscious.

She wasn’t even looking. 

She was watching a pedestrian street dancing across the way … oblivious … that his world was shifting. Taking this enormous step into the dating world again … She was younger. Pretty. Her hair long had just a hint of red in the sunlight … Strawberry-blonde. That’s what his mom used to call it. Harry’s hair was the same color. 

They had walked back to the clinic together. 

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After thinking about it all afternoon, he had decided - he might shake himself out of his comfort zone further … and even ask her if she’d like to try dinner sometime? Possibly a walk in the park? Tomorrow evening? He didn’t figure it would go anywhere. And he wasn’t sure that he wanted it to.

Sarah had escalated it to Netflix and Chill at her place … And John suddenly realised that … perhaps that wasn’t so bad? … perhaps … it would go somewhere … ? Should he really be afraid of that?

But now that everyone at the clinic knew that John was coming over to her place … that was … well. That was different.

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A recently widowed man … after ONE coffee meeting with an acquaintance … accepting an invite over to her place … 

Jesus. He was an idiot!

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He made it through the day somehow.

Acknowledging anyone who interacted with him, but only just. Ears beet red. 

He could hear their whispers.

He wished he had a jacket on, so he could flip up his collar, and avoid them completely! 

He didn’t know if they ALL knew about the date? Or if they’d somehow finally discovered the radio program? But either way … he felt it wasn’t good.

Practically sprinting from the office after his shift, he heard the ping. And peeked at the message:

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. SARAH M  6:35 PM 

. You still on for tonight?

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John hesitated, half a second … before replying:

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. JOHN W  6:37 PM 

. Trouble finding a sitter.

.

Then added:

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. JOHN W  6:38 PM

. Hate to cancel on you. Owe you another coffee, sometime?

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He placed a little emoji smile with a perspiration drop at the end of his message, and felt pretty good about having handled his smooth escape … 

When he felt the next message ping in his pocket:

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. SARAH M   6:43 PM 

. I have the perfect sitter! 

. She’s available tonight!

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Sarah instantly sent him a name and number to a complete stranger.

Shit. He hadn’t avoided anything!

John began drafting a prompt reply:

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. JOHN W   6:45 PM

. Do you know her well?

. Do you trust her?

. Do I know her?  

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As he typed, he was second guessing the whole proposition!

He shouldn’t have invited her for dinner. He should NOT have said yes to her place! And most of all …  he couldn’t put Rosie in just anyone’s care!!!

Sarah’s reply made him stop spinning:

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. SARAH W   6:51 PM

. Front desk? Five months now?? :)

. You know Sam?

.

Oh. Right. Samantha.

She had been one of the tittering few this morning … 

Damn it. He really had no excuse that would not look incredibly insulting to either … or both of them, now.

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. JOHN W   6:55 PM

. Thanks. I’ll Give her a call.

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John arrived nervously at Sarah’s place. 

Rosie had been left, happily settled in with Sam at their flat. And despite his misgivings at the nose ring and hoodie that took him momentarily by surprise … She was a very competent - and he recalled, organised  - adult. The other ladies in the office followed her filing system, or else.

He had only just managed to stash away all of the letters, before she arrived. And now he stood … 

Staring up at Sarah’s building … 

It took a moment to ground himself. A deep breath in.

This wasn’t a big deal.

It was just dinner,

.              A movie …

.

Two hours. 

That’s all he was allowing himself. He would make an excuse to go home in two hours, either way.

He psyched himself up … 

. … and pressed the buzzer.

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Sarah was popping open a bottle of red. They had just shared an amazing spaghetti bolognese and Sarah was going on and on about something or other, when she startled him back to her attention.

.        “I was waiting for you to ask me out,” she said, blithely, “I wanted you to ask me out - and I thought you never would!”

Her smile was too big. It made John’s heart hurt. She wanted him to be enjoying himself.

He smiled, blinking. 

She thought he never would …? 

She was right, of course. What was he doing?

This wasn’t fair to her.

.        “Sarah … I-” he started,

But she was laughing and pouring another glass of wine for him,

.        “And then you did!”  she raised her glass to toast and clinked.

.

They binge watched some episodes of 'The Office' and laughed at the resemblance of John to the Tim character. Sarah fell asleep on his shoulder after a few more glasses. Never once asking John about his life or his child … or anything real.

He sighed.

She was nice.

She was young.

Too young, probably … There would be no shared experiences, no understanding of the shell shock and the grievous wounds of war … No understanding of the occasional drive John had to do something reckless … something dangerous … not that the life of a GP would ever bring that side of him to life again.

He suddenly felt very old.

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When he woke her to say goodbye, she invited him to stay, tugging on his arm. Her dress was tight. Hugging her hips and breasts. Showing off her lovely features. Her hair was messy and soft, and oh-so-feminine … and her room was so close …

But he thanked her politely and managed to head on his way home, like a gentleman.

Thinking … 

.           Maybe he would feel less guilty, if he went out with someone not at work?

.           Maybe he would wander around for a while and clear his head.

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[mermaidsirennikita]

What’s some of your fav of the marriage after compromise trope?

"Trap you into it" compromise books because I just love a trap:

A Rogue by Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. Bourne is such an asshole, and he uses childhood relationship with Penelope to lure her into that estate and then he does go down on her and her dad does find them the next day and then they just have to be MARRIED. And he desperately wants to not love her! It's just a marriage for revenge reasons! But nope.

The Madness of Viscount Atherbourne by Elisa Braden. This one has the hero literally want revenge for the death of his BROTHER who was killed by the heroine's brother and he does it through compromising the heroine by way of giving her a NIPPLEGASM IN FRONT OF ONLOOKERS. Poor girl lmao.

When a Girl Loves an Earl by Elisa Braden. One of my favorite Elisa Braden books, and it's a heroine compromises him book, which I also love. She's fucking obsessed with this giant motherfucker (she's me fr) and he refuses to be with her for Reasons, so she sets it up to look like he compromised her. This is the "PUT YER FILTHY SCOT INSIDE YE" book.

Tempt Me at Twilight by Lisa Kleypas. Because unexpectedly on the relisten I like this a lot lol!!! Harry literally traps Poppy in every possible way and sets her up to be caught getting macked on by him by again, like, an entire ballroom lmao. It's frankly very sexy to me.

Secrets of a Summer Night by Lisa Kleypas. Annabelle doesn't want to compromise Simon Hunt, but she accidentally does and I love it!!! I love it so much! He's like [begrudgingly] I guess I'll secure my own lifetime happiness I GUESS.

Non-Entrapment:

Wicked in His Arms by Stacy Reid is a really fun one. The hero is super cold and the heroine doesn't take any shit from him, but she's staying at his estate while she looks for a husband. They end up in what's basically a close together, have impetuous sex (her first time) she runs out of there like crying, he runs after her... and they run straight into his mom, both like reeking of sex lmao.

She Tempts the Duke by Lorraine Heath. This one is fun because they're childhood sweethearts, but were separated because he had to run away to avoid his murderous uncle. He comes back, but she's about to marry another man... and shit happens!

Goddess of the Hunt by Tessa Dare. This one is actually so underrated! The hero is the heroine's brother's best friend, and he basically agrees to court her to distract her from the other friend she claims to be in love with, on behalf of the brother and said friend. What's funny is that when he's like "I need to marry your sister" the brother is like lmao yeah dude you don't need to pretend anymore and our hero, who absolutely very much deflowered her, is like ".... I don't think you get it''

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway is wild lol. The hero and heroine are both basically vigilantes by night, and they run into each other and he like, gives her an orgasm against a wall? And I think that after that they both kinda are like "well this makes sense and it's easy" not think they'll fall in looove.

Ravished by Amanda Quick. This one is a classic in that they get stuck in a cave together and can't get out and he's like "well, I'm gonna have to marry you after they find out we spent the night together anyway so we might as well fuck while we're here". And she's all "... sure". Which was the correct call.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. The heroine is actually compromised by the hero's brother, and they really did nothing together at all. But the brother sucks and he won't marry her, so the hero steps in to offer. And he's SUUUUPER into her, which is oblivious about.

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