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harrysfolklore · 1 month
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the content we got today just SCREAMS fiancé!harry for me so i came up with this, enjoy !
gif by @sunkissedlouis <3
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
If there was something that was definitely at the top of your list of favorite activities, was spending time with Harry.
It didn't matter if it was getting groceries, joining him for a bike ride or simply laying on the couch together, every moment that you spent together brought you contentment and joy that you couldn't find anywhere else.
And now that he was your fiancé, it was safe to say that both of you wanted to be glued to each other every single minute.
Harry proposed the morning of New Year's Eve, in the comfort of your home with both of you in your pajamas as you enjoyed homemade breakfast bagels, and it was absolutely perfect.
Ever since, you had been happier than ever, sharing the news with your family and closest friends and enjoying your engagement in private without prying eyes from paparazzi, fans and media.
"We better win tonight," Your train of thought was interrupted by Harry's voice, you were currently heading to the Luton vs Man United game, and even though you couldn't care less about football, your need to be close to him all the time made you say yes when he asked you to join him, "Thank you for tagging along, baby. I know this is not your scene so it's nice you came."
"I'm just here for the drinks and snacks," you teased, watching him roll his eyes at you, "And to enjoy the evening with my handsome fiancé, of course."
"There we go," he smiled now, grabbing your hand and placing a small kiss to the ring on your finger.
Ever since you got engaged, that had became his favorite habit, and it made your heart flutter every single time.
"It sucks that I have to take it off," you said, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow, "The ring, I mean. I have to take it off before we get out of the car, otherwise headlines will go crazy and Jeff is going to freak out."
"Mm-hmm," he paused to think, eyes darting for the road to you, "What if... you don't have to take it off?"
"What do you mean?" you said, noticing that you were about to enter the back of the stadium.
"I mean..." he grabbed your hand again, tugging the ring affectionately, "What if we let the world know about it? I talked to Jeff and the rest of the team last week, they said we could make it public whenever we felt like it, at our own terms. So why don't we do it today?"
Harry parked the car at the spot that was reserved for him and turned to look at you with a wide smile, waiting for your answer.
"Are you sure?" you smiled back at him, noticing the glow in his eyes that almost made you melt.
"Couldn't be more sure, love. Besides, the album is coming soon and everyone is going to connect the dots as soon as they listen to the first song, might as well give them an early heads up."
"Let's do it," you said, leaning over to kiss him, "I feel like everyone is going to focus on the fact that you're finally outside and with brand new hair, they won't even notice the rock on my finger."
Harry rolled his eyes again and gave you another kiss, "I swear to god, woman. You're something else."
You headed inside of the stadium to the VIP suit you were going to watch the game in, walking hand in hand with your engagement ring glistening on your finger, cameras around filming and taking pictures of both of you.
"Do you think twitter is freaking out yet?" you asked Harry as you settled on your seats.
"No idea, baby, I don't use that app," he shrugged, "Do you want anything to drink?"
"Would you get me something fruity that has alcohol that doesn't quite taste like alcohol? That's the only way I won't be bored to death."
"Sure thing." Harry laughed and kissed the side of your head before standing up to get your drink, coming back a few minutes later with exactly what you asked and a bottle of sparkling water for himself.
"So we're rooting for Man U, right?" you asked as you took a sip from your drink.
"Seven years together, months away from getting married, yet you still don't know I'm a Man U ride or die," he put a hand on his chest, "I don't think this is going to work."
"I was just teasing, drama queen," you pecked his cheek, "I know your true loves are Man U, the Green Bay Packers, peas and Fleetwood Mac."
"And you," he winked, making you roll your eyes with affection and take another sip from your drink.
A few minutes into the game, you found yourself quite invested on it, constantly asking Harry about the stuff you didn't understand and getting nervous when the other team was about to score or your team missed a goal.
"Lord, I don't want to watch," you said as a player from the opposite team was getting ready to hit a penalty, hiding your face against Harry's shoulder, "Harry! You're supposed to be watching the game, you've been staring at me for half of it now."
"Sorry, you're just too cute," he kissed the crown of your head, "You can watch now, he failed it."
"Thank god."
By the end of the game, you were both on your feet, cheering as Man United secured a win. Harry was ecstatic, and you found yourself caught up in the excitement, cheering alongside him.
While you were engulfed in your own bubble during the game, cameras has caught up on the ring of your finger, and Harry and you immediately became a world trending topic, with fans speculating whether you were actually engaged or not.
As you laid in bed scrolling through the millions of tweets about the game Harry finally emerged from the bathroom, ready to get in the covers.
"Are you reading about us?" he asked, sliding into bed beside you.
"Yeah," you replied, showing him some of the tweets, "But I don't think it was quite clear for some of your fans, some of them don't think we're really engaged."
"Well, I guess it'll be clear when the album comes out."
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itsallyscorner · 10 months
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Coffee Talk | H.S
pairing: boyfriend!Harry x fem!reader
warnings: it’s supposed to be like a podcast episode so it’s a little long and has a lot of dialogue—just did some experimenting, lmk what you guys think :)
overview: Harry is a guest on your podcast.
a/n: Clearly, I’ve been listening/watching a lot of podcasts. I just like hearing people talk. Reader’s co-host, Mable, is inspired by Selena Gomez <3
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Coffee Talk Ep. 96: (Y/n)‘s Boyfriend, Hobama, and Marriage
“Hello friends and welcome back to another episode of Coffee Talk! I’m your host, (Y/n), and I hope you are all doing well!” You waved at the camera doing your usual intro.
You did a drumroll with your hands on the table and continued, “Now, we have an exciting episode for you guys today. You have been asking—basically begging—for us to get this person on the pod and it’s finally happening today! So grab a blanket, get some snacks, and get comfortable, because this is gonna be a fun one!”
The video cuts to your co-host, Mable, who is sitting across from you on a loveseat.
“I feel like we should build the tension before we tell them who it is.” Mabel chimes in, stirring her Starbucks cup (whose label has been covered since you guys aren’t sponsored by Starbies).
“That was a really good segue for Roll Call, Mae.” You pointed out, calling her by her nickname.
“I gotchu, babe.” Mable assured you, throwing a wink in your direction. You laughed and adjusted your legs up on the couch you were on, “Right, so obviously, we have Mable across from me. How are ya, Mae? What’s the coffee order today?”
Mable smiled at you and crossed her legs, “Well since you asked so kindly. I’m doing very great this morning (y/n/n) and I have a caramel macchiato today.”
The video then cuts to Ryland who had a “bitch please” look on his face, “Mable’s only happy because she got laid last night.”
“RYLAND!” Mable screamed in shock, the video cutting to her reaction. The room erupted with laughter as she flipped him off and let empty threats stumble out of her lips at Ryland.
“YOU LITERALLY TEXTED IT IN THE GROUP CHAT!” Ryland stressed, leaning over the table to get closer to Mable. The video moved to you taking a long sip of your coffee while a familiar tattooed arm rested behind you on the couch.
“Clearly, the energy is through the roof today in the pod—we’ll probably get to Mable’s sex life in a bit.” You paused, smirking at your friend, “But back to roll call, we’ve got Ryland on cameras and sound. Ryland, how are you pookie?”
Ryland posed at the camera in front of him and waved wildly at it, “I’m doing swell stinkabutt.”
“What’s your coffee order today—actually Ryland doesn’t have coffee today, he has juice.” You explained to your listeners. Ryland held up his green juice, “Yeah, I’m on a juice cleanse everyone. Me and Sean are going to Aruba in a few weeks and I refuse to work out, so I’m drinking juice instead.”
“You look great Ry.” A voice off camera chimed in. The voice had a distinct accent that could only belong to a specific someone. Ryland smiled at the person, “Thanks Ha—wait I was just about to spoil who it was.” He immediately clasped his hand over his mouth with wide eyes.
“Y’know what, we’ve made you guys wait long enough.” You sighed before continuing, “Our guest is very special to me. He’s a recent Grammy winner, one of the biggest artists in the world, and he happens to be my boyfriend; please welcome to the pod mister Harry Styles!” You cheered, causing everyone in the room to clap. The video finally cut to Harry who was sat next you on a blush pink couch nursing a pastel yellow mug.
Harry adorable scrunched his nose and waved at you all bashfully, “Oh, stop it.”
“How does it feel to be on the pod, Harry?” You asked, turning your body towards him. Harry nodded and looked around the room, “I’m happy to be here, love, thanks f’having me. Also, I like what you’ve guys done to our shed, s’very comfy.”
“I totally forgot we were in your shed.” Ryland chuckled.
“Oh yeah, to everyone listening or watching, we’ve been filming this podcast in Harry and (Y/n)’s backyard.” Mable explained to the audience with a chuckle.
“It’s not a problem honestly, I’m glad you guys are getting some use out of it.” Harry assured you all as he glanced at the decorations around the room. There was an old school looking blush couch in the center of the room, which was across from a burnt mustard colored love seat. While the walls were painted a darker shade of matcha green with fairy lights strung along it.
Harry was seen glancing at the rug as he toed at it with his socked foot. “Where’d y’get the rug?” He asked you.
You peeked at said rug, “Your mom picked it out when she was helping me furniture shop here.” Harry’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape as he leaned back into the cushion, one of his legs crossed beneath him and the other hung off the couch.
“So Harold, what’s the coffee order today?” You motioned to his coffee. He proudly held the yellow mug up and smiled at the camera, “I’ve got my usual black coffee, courtesy of my lovely girlfriend.”
The camera panned to you hiding behind your Starbucks cup trying to hide your heated cheeks.
“And what do you have today, love?” Harry returned the question, naturally fitting into the conversation. You looked at the label on your cup, “I have my usual coffee order—H actually went out on a coffee run for me and Mable, so thank you bubs.” You answered, the corners of your mouth quirked up.
“They make me sick.” Ryland fake gagged.
“Aren’t you also in a relationship?” Mable narrowed her eyes at him. Ryland rolled his eyes at her, “Yeah, but they make me sick in a good way, like the wholesomeness is just too much.”
“What the fuck..”
Harry grinned at Ryland, “Y’gonna be fuckin’ puking by the time we’re done then.”
The camera cut to Mable smirking at you, “I find it so weird how you’re being so quiet.”
“Me?” You pointed at yourself amusingly. Harry glanced at you and visibly scooted closer to you. The sound of equipment being moved can be heard over the audio since Harry attempted to discreetly move his mic stand next to yours.
“Yes ma’am.” Mable nodded. You placed your cup on the round coffee table beside you.
“I don’t know why, but it just settled in that this is us, kind of like hard launching our relationship to the public.” You softly answered, hands fiddling with your (Harry’s) loose knitted sweater.
“But everyone knows you guys are together.” Ryland stated, confusion etched on his features. Harry rose his hand to answer. You giggled at him and nudged his arm, “You don’t need to raise your hand to speak, hun.”
“Sorry.” He shook his head.
“Don’t be.” You chuckled, allowing Harry to continue. “Everyone knows, but we haven’t been very public, y’know? We like keeping things between us. Like, this is the most public we’ve ever been.” He gestures to you guys sitting beside each other.
You chimed in jokingly, “Yeah, this is our first time sitting next to each other—like ever.”
Harry nodded along, “I’m shitting m’pants right now.” He stated, causing a few chuckles in the room.
“How much persuasion did it take for (Y/n) to get you on the pod?” Mable asked Harry, sipping her coffee. Harry’s brows furrowed as he stared at the ceiling.
“Not much. She asked and I was like—yeah, I’m down.” He answered, shrugging his shoulders for emphasis. You chuckled at him and added, “He’s forgetting the part when he admitted that he’s been waiting for me to ask him to guest star.”
“Have you really been waiting?” Ryland questioned your boyfriend. Harry’s brows raised as he exclaimed, “Yes! I bloody have! You guys literally had my sister on here before me!”
You all laughed at his slight frustration, “I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” The camera cuts to you and Harry, your hand squeezing his knee.
“Wait so did you guys meet through Harry’s sister?” Mable asked you both, she then was quick to add, “If you guys don’t mind me asking!”
You waved her off to assure her it was fine.
“We met through his stylist Harry Lambert.” You began before pointing to the camera, “Shout out to Lamby by the way!” Harry followed suit and instead waved at the camera with a lopsided grin.
“Anyway, Lamby and I know each other through work. We’re under the same company and we do similar things, etc. One day he invited me to come out to one of H’s shows, I didn’t have anything better to do, so I decided to go.”
“We met before the show though, remember?” Harry gently interjected, using his arm behind you to tap your shoulder. You nodded, “Yeah we did, I was fortunate enough to meet him before he went out on stage and we got on really well—“
You looked at Harry, “We probably spent about five minutes talking, right?”
“Yeh, it was pretty quick. I don’t know if you felt it at first, but like—Y’know that feeling when you kinda just know a person is gonna have some kind of impact on y’life?” Harry wondered aloud, hands waving around to try and get his point across. Mable and Ryland nodded, making sounds of agreement.
“It was like that and I thought about it the entire time I was on stage. After that everything seemed to fall into place and the rest was history.” Harry finished, smacking his hand on his leg. Ryland was the first to speak, “So after the concert did you try to always come up with an excuse to go to his shows or did you try to persuade Harry Lambert to invite (Y/n) more often?” Ryland pointed between the couple in front of him.
You and Harry stared at each other, his brow raised at you while your eyes squinted at his. Harry stuck his pointer finger out, “Well I got her number after, so I didn’t have to make any excuses for her to be at my shows. I’d invite her, she’d come and watch, then we would hang out after. Sometimes when we were in the same place, we would meet up too.”
“I’m assuming this went on for months?” Mable looked between you and Harry.
“Yeah, but the thing is, he was touring and I was working. So we had to be in different places all the time.” You clarified. Harry picked off where you left, “We managed to make it work though, I don’t think either of us were going to give up that easily.”
The video caught you and Harry gazing into each other’s eyes momentarily.
“Absolutely.” You agreed, scrunching your nose at him, similar to what he did earlier. Mable pouted at the two of you, “You guys are so cute.”
Harry quietly thanked her as he situated himself on the couch again. While Mable and Ryland gushed about how much you guys were “goals”, the famous singer got even more comfortable on the couch. He placed his mug down and leaned his body against your side, he softly took your arm and held it against his chest so you were holding him. He leaned the mic lower so it was closer to him and was mindful of where his feet was to avoid bumping his mug on the floor.
“I’m just curious, but what are like the weirdest rumors have you guys heard about yourselves?” Ryland asked, moving the conversation along.
“I don’t have any.” Mable shrugged.
“Maybe that guy last night can share some, should we call him?” You sang, jokingly pulling out your phone. Mable groaned and slapped her forehead with her palm, “I hate the both of you.”
“I’ve heard stuff about us, but I really think this rumor would be more fun to talk about.” You pondered. Harry shifted his head on your chest to look up at you, “Wha’ rumor?”
The corner of your lip turned into a smirk as you simply said, “Hobama.”
Harry suddenly threw his head back and bursted out laughing.
“Like President Obama?” Ryland screamed in shock, his brows raised to his forehead.
“I honestly don’t know how it started. It randomly popped up on the tabloids and followed me around for years—till this day, might I add!” Harry tried to clarify.
“I feel like it got even worse when Graham asked you about it.” You chuckled, fingers mindlessly playing with Harry’s brunette curls.
“What did Graham ask?” Mable leaned towards the couple.
“He asked if it was true that I had a sexual relationship or affair with Obama—I knew they were gonna ask me about it prior to the show being filmed. But at the time I was like fuck it and just went along w’it.” Harry started, “I didn’t know that it would become an actual thing.” He deadpanned, sending a look at the camera.
“Have there been any Hobama signs at any of your recent shows?” Ryland squinted his eyes at Harry.
“Not a one.” Harry paused, “But after this episode airs, I wouldn’t be surprised if I see a couple in the crowds.”
Mable crossed her arms, “Your shows are very interesting—in a good way—of course.”
“Thank you.” Harry grinned, “Yeh, we’ve got a lot of things going on. Every night it’s like a giant sleep over with a bunch of friends. We sing songs, we dance—“
“Trauma dumping!” Ryland interjected excitedly. Harry gestured to the man opposite him, “Right, we do therapy sessions.”
“Don’t forget the gender reveals, proposals, and helping them come out.” You continued to list, Harry nodding his head at every thing you said.
“Harry’s like a Swiss Army knife, he just does everything.” Mable joked. Ryland sighed and rested his chin in his palm, “You’re so talented.”
“You’re better at controlling cameras and all the sound equipment than me.” Harry acknowledged, raising a brow at him. Ryland snapped his finger at the Brit, “You’re so right, thank you, Harry.”
Harry placed his hand on his heart, “I gotcha man.” You then raised your hand, catching Harry’s attention, “Yes, m’love?”
“Can I just say how proud I am of you and like how insanely successful the tour has been?” You sat up, making Harry sit up as well. He remained close to you, wrapping his arm back around your shoulder. Though your statement made him pout at you, “Y’make my heart feel fuzzy.”
Mable and Ryland audibly awed at the both of you.
“No! Like seriously, it makes me so proud to see how much of a safe space your concert is to all you fans and anyone who steps foot into those shows.” You placed your hand on his tattooed arm and gave it a small squeeze. “I don’t think you realize how much of an impact you make on people’s lives, like we all appreciate you so much and I just wanted to remind you of that.” You shrugged, shrinking into your own shoulders.
“C’mere.” Harry said dragging out his words as he pulled you into a hug, this time he held you and your head was tucked into the crook of his neck. Instead of letting you go, Harry helped you get comfortable in his arms.
“While we’re at it, I just wanted to say how much fun I’m having right now. Thank you guys for having me” Harry gestured to Mable and Ryland across from him then turned to you, “And thank you to you for allowing me to be in your workspace and sharing it with me. You’ve always supported me throughout everything and now I finally get to support you and your craft, so thank you for trusting me to be here.”
Now it was your turn to pout, though there was a twinkle in you eye, “Thank you, H.” You hummed as Harry pecked your temple.
“I’m rooting so hard for you guys, you have no idea.” Mable said from her seat, the camera cut to Ryland who agreed.
“Yeh, I guess we like each other a lot.” Harry joked. You smiled softly at him.
“I don’t wanna intrude but is there a possible wedding in the future?” Ryland asked. It was silent between you and Harry, the both of you staring at each other before answering.
“I think so, I have some pretty high hopes.” You answered. Harry made a sound of agreement, “I think when everything calms down we’ll figure it out, but without a doubt it’s definitely in the cards.”
Harry let out a small chuckle and added, “Let me release the fourth album and then I’ll put a ring on it.”
The camera cut to you blushing with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your boyfriend’s comment. Mable and Ryland were quick to react, sending you teasing looks and screaming “oooo”.
The corner of Harry’s mouth lifted into a smirk, turning his head to look at you he asked, “How’s that sound?”
You scrunched your nose (adorably, Harry might add) and pretended to put some thought into it.
“Sounds like a plan, but on one condition.”
Harry’s brows raised as he waited for you to continue.
“You have to release Medicine.” You said, Harry caught on to your banter and feigned an annoyed sigh, “Babe, we’ve talked about this.”
“Fine, then can we get a puppy?”
“Of course we can, darling, we’ll have one by tomorrow morning.” Harry jested, sounding incredibly posh.
You turned to the camera apologetically and spoke directly to your boyfriend’s fans, “Sorry guys, I tried.”
Though in reality, you knew that Harry would release Medicine in a heartbeat if you asked him to.
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whitemancumslut · 8 months
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thinking about lloyd’s LOT bts photos and cant help but imagine dadrry and his children in these photos.
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i just can’t stop thinking of how many bts photos lloyd would take of them!!
lloyd would post a pt. 2 of the LOT dump and one of the photos would be of him and y/n. he’s shirtless and they’re in one of the back rooms of the stadium. the picture is captured when they’re resting on the black leather couch, his ringed fingers are on her thigh and her chin is on his shoulder as she gleams up. they’re both staring into each others eyes with all the love in the world and it’s just so !!!!
another one would be of harry and his two youngest children. they’re all wearing matching love on tour merch shirts. it’s just so cute!! the small children are smiling at the camera as they show off the Finale shirts, as do their father.
lloyd would also have a photo of just their two children in the crowd of the final show. One on Anne’s hip and the other on Y/n’s. Their noise reducing headphones are on as they watch their father in admiration and it’s just the softest thing ever.
he wouldn’t just post harry ofc… some of the rest of the band, some of y/n by herself in the Finale LOT shirt.
lloyd captures of photo of y/n posing with a fan made shirt that said “i love my husband” with a photo of him in the middle. she’s like pointing to the shirt and she’s perfectly in frame.
okay that’s enough for now
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justmystyles · 8 months
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literally just came up with this so suddenly but imagine plusiszereader being like an old member of the band or something. like she was apart of the love band back in 2021 but left just to do her own stuff BUT her and harry have been in a relationship since then. it’s obvi private but fans like absolutely love and miss her. then, for the final show when harry is doing the 10 minute ballad she comes out as one of the flute players for one last show and people just going nuts.
then at the end just a shit ton of love dovey stuff like them both crying and comforting each other cause its the final show.
OH LORD IM DELULU YALL
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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader
*i say it's a plus size reader, but it is not something that i focus on explicitly in my fics, because your size should not define you. it will only come up if it comes into the story organically.*
word count: 1.7k
summary: as a former member of the Love on Tour band, and current girlfriend of Harry, he asks you to reprise your spot for the final show.
a/n: this was such a cute ask, thank you so much for sending it! this is the last final show fic i have planned for the time being. who knows what the future holds? i'm trying to catch up on asks, so if you're waiting on one that you've sent in, keep an eye out!
tags: @allthelovehes @ameerakane20 @ash-craze @bethanysnow @blue-ballad @blueraspberryreader @brightlightsinlife @creativelyeva @cute-as-ducks420 @deannaard @fanficismydrug @gem1712 @golden-hoax @gothmingguk @groovychaosavenue @hillzrry @iceebabies @indierockgirrl @jerseygirlinca @jng4kook @jooniesbabie @kaverichauhan @laurxn-robinson @lexiecamposv @likeapplejuicenpeach @lilfreakjez @mrs-anna-styles211994 @n0vaj3an @potterheadandsherlocked @rach2699 @ravenclawdirectioner @stylesfeverr @superchrystaldrug @tenaciousperfectionunknown @tiaamberxx @thechaoticjoy @theekyliepage @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @youknowwhaaat
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You sit on the piano bench beside your boyfriend, at a complete loss for words at the song he just played for you. He had been so excited to show you what he was working on, he said that it was a song for his fans, that he wanted to play it for them at his last Love on Tour show.  
“Is it… do you like it?” He asked tentatively. 
“Baby, it’s so beautiful. No words?” He shook his head. “It’s perfect.” 
He grins, his dimples making your heart melt. “Well, almost.” You give him a curious look. “It could use some accompaniment, perhaps a flute?” He said with a wink. 
“Who, me?” Harry laughs at your reaction. “But I haven’t been in your band for a year and a half.”
He takes your hand in his. “And I’ve missed you every show. So have the rest of the band, and the fans too.” 
“I don’t know, Harry.” 
“Please, baby?” He pleaded. “This has been such a huge tour for me. For us. We fell in love on this tour, it would mean the world to me if you were by my side when it was ending.” 
Your expression softened at his words, he was right. You had been hired to play in his band, and got so much more than you bargained for when the two of you fell for each other. You fell hard and fast, but before you knew it, you were saying goodbye to Love on Tour. You had only signed on temporarily, leaving to pursue some solo work. Just because you said goodbye to the tour, didn’t mean you were saying goodbye to Harry. The two of you maintained your relationship, keeping it out of the public eye, allowing Harry a modicum of privacy.  
You let out a sarcastic sigh. “Well, I suppose I am going to be there anyway. I was looking forward to just being an audience member, but I guess I could pop onstage for a few minutes.” 
Harry threw his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. “I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you!” 
After finishing Fine Line, Harry retreated to the backstage area to prepare for the encore. This was your cue to head back there yourself to prepare for his final song. Before you head into the changing area, you rush over to the wings, hoping to catch him before he goes back onstage. 
You finally see him, he’s pacing, clearly trying to compose himself. You pause for a moment, debating whether or not you want to bother him, but when his eyes lock on yours you feel drawn to him like a magnet. 
“How are you holding up?” You ask, brushing a loose curl out of his face. 
He shakes his head, taking a deep breath. “It’s almost over.” 
“I know baby,” you place your hand on his cheek, stroking gently. “You’ve still got a few more songs, go out there and give it everything you’ve got.” 
“You’re still coming on for the finale?” He asks hopefully. 
“It’s why I’m here,” you assure him. “I’m gonna run and go change real quick.” 
“If I send someone to get your jumpsuit for you, do you think you could just throw it on here?” He pleads. “I need you close while I’m out there. You make me stronger.” 
You smile softly, placing your lips against his in a soft kiss. “Whatever you need, Harry, always.” 
He smiles gratefully, kissing you once more before running up to one of the production assistants, and instructing him to get your outfit and flute from his dressing room. He returns to you, taking your hands in his. “It’ll be here in a second. Thank you, my love.”
“Nothing to thank,” you say plainly. “Nowhere I’d rather be. Now get out there and knock ‘em dead.” 
He brought your hands to his lips, kissing the backs of them, and headed back onstage. You followed as far as you could without being seen so that you could watch his final few songs. You looked on proudly as he gave his all. 
You loved this man with all your heart but more than that, as a musician you admired him more than anything. His dedication to his craft, and his fans, was unwavering. Time and time again he would give himself to everyone, first with the heartfelt music he would write; and then dedicating nearly two years of his life to traveling the world in an effort to bring that music to his fans. 
The PA that Harry had sent to retrieve your things promptly returned, handing you your things. You thanked him quickly, not wanting to take your eyes off of Harry. You slip your jumpsuit on over your clothes, and change into the custom Love on Tour adidas sneakers that had been made for the band. 
Kiwi ended, and Harry waved and bowed to the crowd before running offstage and immediately into your arms. 
“You were amazing, Harry. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper to him. You feel him nod against your neck in reply. 
You allow him a few more moments of comfort before you know you need to set yourself on stage. The band had stayed out there, getting position for this final song. “Baby?” You ask softly, getting his attention as you step back from your embrace. “I’ve gotta get out there, you going to be okay?” 
Harry nods, pulling you in for a quick kiss. “You’ll be close, yeah?” 
You smile at him, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. “Right next to the piano.” You give him one last kiss and make your way to the stage. 
You step out, smiling and nodding at your former bandmates, hearing the whispers and questions from the crowd start to pick up.
“Is that Y/N?”
“He must have asked her to come back for the last show.” 
“But why is she only coming out now?” 
The murmurs quickly turn to cheers when they realize that it is in fact you on stage. This meant that whatever was about to happen was definitely going to be something big. As you waited for Harry to re-emerge, you looked out over the crowd. You had been in the thick of it during the show, but seeing it from the stage was an entirely different experience. 
As you were admiring the hordes of people who had come out just to see Harry, you were pulled from your thoughts by an eruption from the crowd. You looked to your left and watched Harry return to stage, quickly wiping away the remnants of the tears he had shed backstage. 
He took a seat at the piano, looking up at you. When you looked back, you saw a storm of emotions, but mostly you saw vulnerability. Harry was never one to shy away from expressing emotions onstage, but this was different. 
He spoke a few quick words in Italian before moving the microphone away and beginning to play. You had heard him play this song so many times since he had initially brought it to you a few weeks ago, but hearing it like this, as he intended it to be, was an unreal, once in a lifetime experience. The crowd of over one hundred thousand people were completely silent, everyone’s attention directed at Harry. 
You felt a nudge, and your attention quickly turned to your right. You saw the rest of the band preparing to come in, and you remembered that you were there to do a job. Your time just being the supportive girlfriend was on pause, you had to be a musician now. You lifted your flute to your lips, and joined in, your eyes never leaving Harry. 
Before long, the last note was played, and Harry stood from the piano. The crowd burst into cheers and applause like you’d never heard before. He bowed to the crowd before turning to face the band, mostly to express his gratitude to them, but you knew it was also a chance for him to compose himself. 
His eyes locked on you, and he immediately started moving in your direction, wrapping you in his arms. You returned the embrace, rubbing soothing circles over the bejeweled fringe on his back. 
“You did amazing, Harry.” You tell him. “This is all for you, go take it in. You deserve it.” 
He pulls back and gives you a tearful smile before taking your hand and walking to the center of the stage, signaling for everyone else to join. The group takes a bow to thunderous applause. As you all stand, Harry steps forward, drinking in every second of the fanfare. He moved to either end of the stage, thanking the fans by waving and blowing kisses. When he returns to center stage, he pauses again this time dropping to his knees, his hands covering his face. Completely overwhelmed by the emotions of the moment. 
Even though the band is sharing their own moment, hugging and congratulating each other, you are frozen in place, eyes locked on Harry. You were so focused on him that you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face. 
When he finally stood, he gave the crowd one more smile and wave before turning to exit the stage. As soon as he turned around, he saw you and smiled walking straight for you. You both moved at the same time, cupping each other’s faces in your hands wiping the other’s tears away with your thumbs. Chuckling at the synchronized movements. 
You pulled him into your arms, and his face immediately nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the moisture from the new tears dropping onto your skin. 
“I’m so proud of you, Harry.” You coo. “It couldn’t have gone any better.” 
He pulled back to look at you. “Thank you for being here.” 
“Nowhere I’d rather be.” You state plainly. He smiles and starts leaning in toward your lips. You jerk back quickly. “Baby, we’re still onstage.” 
“Don’t care,” he leans back in, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. 
You pull away with a smile. “Ready?” 
He nodded silently, stepping out of your embrace and turning to the crowd one last time to blow them a final farewell kiss. He then took your hand and led you off the stage and into your new post-tour life. 
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yourinstagram being a milf for halloween
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harryfan1 SHUT UP
harryfan2 what is going on in the house of commons
annetwist my lil pumpkin!
harry_lambert already have a call in to alessandro for custom gucci onsies
harryfan3 finally a lil styles nepotism baby is arriving
harrystyles you’re a milf 24/7 365 days
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people harry styles and his newly pregnant wife y/n were spotted picking up lunch today after announcing the news that they are expecting a baby in the new year!
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harryfan1 they’re so cute
harryfan2 he held her hand literally from when they got out the car, in the restaurant and until they got back in the car 😔
harryfan3 I can’t wait to see harry driving a dad car around
↳harryfan4 the car seat in the back 🥺
harryfan5 I just know harry cried when she told him she was pregnant
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yourinstagram mom goes clubbing (I was in bed by 11 pm)
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harryfan1 I love that she’s not giving up her style during her pregnancy
harry_lambert and when you say club you actually mean a bar that had music playing
↳yourinstagram shhh let them think I’m a cool mom okay
↳harrystyles I think the whole “in bed by 11 pm” already kinda ruined the cool mom bit babe..
yourinstagram can you guys believe not a single guy asked to buy me a drink! I have not a single clue why that happened!
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harryflorals “I’m thinking of trying out a new look now that I’m going to be a dad. Do we think a full beard would look good? There’s so much booing, gonna take that as a firm no. My missus also booed the idea but I’m not giving up!” -Harry on stage tonight in LA
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harryfan1 BOOING????????
harryfan2 listen I’m a mustachrry stan but a full beard?…
harryfan3 he’s gonna take the dad look and run with it
↳ harryfan4 he’s gonna come out on stage in new balances next show and shorts down to his knees
harryfan5 glad y/n agrees on the whole beard thing
harryfan6 y’all have no taste!!!!! beardrry would slay
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yourinstagram finally feeling up to boot scooting with you all so LA night 4 I’m coming for you 🫶🏻
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harryfan1 OMG MY SHOW I’LL SEE YOU THERE
jefezoff oh thank god I have my dancing partner back, tom just hasn’t been making the cut recently
↳yourinstagram I make no promises I’ll be moving very fast though y’all might need to modify it for me
harrystyles baby’s first concert! what an honor.
↳yourinstagram they told me they wanna hear Grapejuice…
↳harrystyles ha ha no.
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harrystyles Music For A Sushi Restaurant. Out Now.
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harryfan1 SIR???????
harryfan2 wait I kinda dig the beard
harryfan3 I just know he made them put a beard on him for this mv to prove he’d look good in it to y/n
↳yourinstagram that’s exactly what he did and it’s not working!!!
annetwist It’s a look honey!
↳yourinstagram even your mom is on my side
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harryfan1 god I still haven’t wrapped my mind around harry being a dad
harryfan2 do you guys think harry mentions being a dad in every conversation now
↳harryfan3 no need to even phrase it as a question because we all know he does
harryfan4 MY PARENTS ARE ACTUAL PARENTS NOW
yourinstagram harry mentioned becoming a dad 65 times to the waiter, I counted.
↳harrystyles you’re a liar, it was only 60 times.
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omg so sorry for my absence, I’ve just felt so uninspired tbh like just didn’t even wanna look at my requests or drafts and I happened to be scrolling on pinterest and Victoria Waldau popped up and I whipped this bad boy out! sorry for all the dad harry posts 🫶🏻
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A/n: You know how porn has a plot... this doesn’t. It’s pure smut. Girl idk where they are even having sex. I think it’s a bed
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Harry pressed his lips into yours, your arms instinctually wrapping themselves around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer to you. His hands held firmly against your waist as to pull you closer to him. He began to open his mouth to allow his tongue to slip through to yours. Your core began to pulsate as the budding pleasure started to erupt within you. Without thinking, you pushed yourself against him, only to be met with a hard bulge that pushed against you harder. The growing pressures between both of your groins against each other sent you way past your inhibitions. 
“Harry...,” his mouth came down your neck, sucking gently. “I’m ready,” you breathed feeling an uncontrollable urge to be satisfied. Harry’s arm slithered around you, encapsulating you.
Harry understood the delicate game he had to play. Both giving in to you yet never fully going all the way as he didn't want to spoil the fun prematurely. It enticed him how far he could push you, watching your body twist and turn just to pull away at the right moment. He happened to be very good at the game. “You need me, eh? What can I do for you?” He smirked. He liked hearing the filthy things you wanted him to do come out your mouth. 
“Ugh, you just want your ego to grow,” you tease earning a laugh from him. 
Harry brought his mouth to your ear, “Maybe, but I think it’s more for my cock.” He grabbed your hand, pressing it on his hard cock. “See, I don’t know if I can get anymore hard but you always know how to push me over the edge,” he said, grabbing your earlobe with his teeth. The feeling of the light nibbling on your ear sent chills up your spine as you could feel soaked your panties were. 
“Well I want to first eat me and do that thing I like,” you command. Harry smiling as he knew that when he pumped his fingers inside of your while working your clit he could make you scream. “Then I want you to grab my hips and fuck me hard. God knows how much I need it right now.” 
“Well fortunately for you, I’m a bit hungry,” he chuckled. His hands hooked themselves into your waistband of your panties, pulling them down and flicking them elsewhere. Your core fully exposed, the coldness of the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Harry genuinely hadn’t tasted anything sweeter nor indulgent than your cunt. He had craved it for a week after he had his first taste. 
He place his index finger right at your opening, applying little pressure as he traced upward towards your clit. Once his finger had reached the sensitive bud, a sudden charge of electricity ran through your veins. Shuddering, your hands gripped the sheet above you. The little attempt of release made your body ache more. Harry always liked seeing your knuckles turn white from their grip anytime he got the chance to look up. 
Harry brought said finger to his lips, tasting the wetness it had collected. He could feel his heart quicken as suddenly he needed more. He could feel his cock tighten almost shocked by how hard he was getting. “You are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted,” he said before burying his head between your thighs. His tongue lapped around your clit, getting you ready for the feeling of his two fingers slipping inside of you. His other hand placed on your stomach, holding you still. His tongue flatten itself, darting in and out against your clit while his two fingers pumped in and out of you. His fingers curled slightly upwards, knowing that combination sent you into overdrive. “Holy fuck!” You moaned out, unable to control your things curling up towards you. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” You protested, knowing that you could easily cum from this. Harry continued his actions, waiting for the precise moment for when to pull away. 
Your hands began to travel to his hair as you pulled it closer to you. Bucking your hips, you began to ride his face. The rocking of your hips allowed his tongue to cover your whole clit with intense pressure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you repeated, shutting your eyes tightly wanting that sweet release.
That was Harry’s cue, pulling away, he smiled as he could feel all of you on his face. The utter shock left an empty desperate feeling within you, that sent you into an uncontrollable frustration. “You have no idea how hard it was to pull away from you, but I have to give you what you asked for.” Harry decided, taking off his shirt and his pants following. His cock sprang free, relishing in being free from it confinements. He began to climb on top of you, almost ready to push into you. 
With a devious grin, you swung a leg around his hips pushing to him onto his back and you on top of him in a swift motion. “You’ve been in charge for far too long,” you commanded. Your fingers hooked themselves on the hem of your shirt taking it off.  While you had wanted him to fuck you, you realized it was much more fun to fuck him instead.
 Harry loved this view of you. As much as he liked being in control, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to be dominated. “I thought someone wanted me to do the fucking,” he commented.
“You were taking too long.”
“Be my guest. I won’t mind,” he joked at you. Grabbing his cock, you lined it to your entrance ultimately sliding it inside of you. The fullness of him made you moan out as you slowly began to ride him. Closing your eyes, you started slow, allowing the pleasure to build up gradually. The achiness that had once been there, began to subside and the feeling of greed took over. Your hips began to roll faster and faster as you wanted more. Your hand came down to your clit as your hand began to rub against your clit. 
It was Harry’s favorite view in the whole entire world. As someone who had travelled the world and seen so much, nothing was more perfect or beautiful as you riding him while you touched yourself. “God you are the sexiest thing I have ever seen.” His hand creeping behind you, giving you a smack on you ass. 
You yelped at the sting, pausing for a moment. “You better watch it, I’m in charge now.” 
“Fine I’ll be a good as long as you keep bouncing those gorgeous tits of yours in my face,” he said coming up on his elbows. His hands came up to your chest, lowering himself back to the bed, as they reached for them. His hands fondling them, with your nipples slipping between his fingers. “Fuck, you are so fucking hot,” he moaned out. Harry had felt a change within him from his teasing light moments turning into the animalistic urge inside of him dying for his release. His hips began to jump up to meet yours.
“Harry I’m close, I think I’m gonna cum,” you said, feeling the pleasure climb within you. 
“Thats good baby, I think I’m ready to cum too,” Harry replied. There was a sheer layer of sweat along Harry’s skin as his eyes shut, rolling his lips over his teeth. “Fuck, there it is baby. There it fucking is!” He yelled, bucking his hips harshly against yours. 
“Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m cumming Harry!” You screamed out as your hands rubbed ferociously against your clit as you rode out your high. You came down slowly on Harry with small movement from Harry’s hips as he milked his orgasm for its entirety. 
You collapsed onto Harry, him still inside of you, his cum dripping out of you and pooling down at the base of his cock. You pulled yourself off of him, falling beside him, as you both caught your breaths. You snuggled closer to Harry, breathing in the scent of his skin post sex. “We’re pretty good at this,” Harry finally spoke. 
“Yeah but I think we could do better. Wanna go again in 20?”
“You will be the death of me,” Harry laughed bringing a hand to your cheek, pushing your forehead to his lips for a kiss. 
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A Man Obsessed With The Stars, A Women In Love And A Little Boy Named Atlas.
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in which, stargazing in the back garden of your house with your husband and little boy, brings back many memories, ones that you’ll never forget.
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It was a warm summer evening, the air was warm and the sky about you was clear and full of an array of stars. You and your husband of four years, Harry had decided to take your three year old son Atlas out into the backyard of your Los Angeles home.
A blanket was situated on the floor of the garden, some snacks and a pair of binoculars on standby.
"That one is called the north star," Harry explained, using his pointer finger to point up at a particular bright star. "It's like a compass for the sky"
Atlas, looked up at the sky, eyes wide with wonder, a few brown curls falling in front of his eyes. "Wow, the sky is so big!"
He was the perfect replica of his father.
The brunette curls, the bunny teeth, the cheeky dimples indenting the sides of his cheeks and the most beautiful green eyes that you constantly fell in love with.
You smiled, casting a glance over at your energetic three year old, feeling completely grateful for the moment you were currently experiencing. "It is big, and there are a lot more stars up there."
As the three of you laid there, talking softly amongst yourself, pointing out different constellations that you were getting educated on due to Harry, you felt a sense of peace and contentment. The stars were stretched about in the sky above you, reminding you of the universe and the beautiful life you lived.
Harry, your husband was the one who first taught you about the stars.
He had taken you to an observatory on your six month anniversary.
"Did you know that stars are actually just giant balls of gas?" He told you, hand holding onto yours. "And that they're so far away that it takes light years for them to actually reach us."
You shook your head, amazed by what you were learning, and as Harry continued to talk, you could feel yourself slowly growing more and excited.
The next few hours, he continued to teach you everything that he knew about stars, he showed you how to find the north star, and explained the different phases of the moon to you and as he talked, you felt like you were seeing the night sky for the first time.
As the night slowly wore on, you started to get cold, little goose pimples appearing on your arms from the night time weather. As you let out a tiny shiver, you felt your boyfriend pull the blanket tighter around you.
"Are you ready to head home?" Harry asked, peering down at you from where your head was resting on his shoulder.
You nodded, feeling extremely grateful for the experience you just had and all the fascinating things you just learned.
As you drifted off to sleep that night, you felt a sense of wonder seeping into your veins, a sense that you hadn't felt in a very long time.
Thanks to your amazing boyfriend, you had discovered a whole new world.
"Look, mommy!" Atlas's little voice broke you out of your trance, he was pointing at a shooting star, making you look at it as well. "Did you see that?"
"I certainly did," You answered him, matching his excitement. "Did you make a wish?"
Atlas nodded his head, his face instantly going serious. "I wished for a puppy."
You let out a small laugh at his words, you knew this moment shared between Harry, yourself and Atlas, was a moment you would treasure forever.
Atlas then proceeded to snuggle up against his father, his head resting against his chest, you wrapped your arms around them both, wanting the feeling of holding them close, surrounded by the sweet scented flowers around you and the slight rustling of the leaves in the humid air.
As Atlas continued to grow tired, he yawned and rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand.
You and Harry shared a look, and the both of knew that it was time for him to start heading to bed if you didn't want a grouchy toddler tomorrow morning.
Although, it was bittersweet, you didn't want to interrupt the blissful moment you were all sharing.
"Daddy?" Atlas murmured, his voice soft.
"Yeah, Atty?" Harry replied in a voice equally as gentle as his son's.
"I'm sleepy." The three year old answered, his green eyes starting to droop.
You smiled down at him and leaned forward to press a kiss against your son's forehead. "It's okay little man, you can fall asleep right here with us."
Atlas snuggled up against you both, his head now resting against your shoulder, Harry's arms now wrapped around the two of you, they sat there in the garden, continuing to watch the stars continued to appear, and the moon rose high in the sky.
As Atlas drifted into a peaceful slumber, Harry and you shared another look once again, offering each other an adoring smile. You both knew that no matter what was to happen in the world, you would always have this moment, this love and this connection.
It made you think of the time you found out that Atlas was going to be a boy, it was one of the best experiences of your life.
You and Harry had eagerly been anticipating the gender reveal party that his sister had planned for weeks. All of your closest friends and family had been invited, Gemma had spent hours decorating the back garden with balloons and streamer with the help of his mother Anne.
As the party got into full swing, you couldn't help but feel just the tiniest bit nervous. You and Harry had already decided that you wanted to find out the gender of your baby, but knowing you were actually going to find out was filling you with an anxiety you never knew you could get.
Halfway through the party, Gemma had made sure that you and Harry were stood right in front of the guests, holding a large box full of either pink or blue balloons.
Harry turned to look at you, "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."You answered him, slipping your fingers through his as your voice started shaking.
Harry, who was holding the box, took a deep breath and finally opened the box.
Blue balloons were all you saw, they were floating up into the sky and your guests erupted into gleeful cheers.
"It's a boy!" Harry cheered, pulling you into a tight embrace.
Tears of joy were streaming down your face as you continued to hug your one true love. "I can't believe were having a son!"
Atlas's thumb was hooked inside his mouth and his head was now positioned so it was resting on the shoulder of his father.
Atlas.
The name of your entire world.
His name was certainly a hard one to pick out.
You and Harry had been trying to pick out names for your unborn son all week; every name you both suggested, just didn't feel right, your eyes had skimmed through countless lists of baby names and baby books, but nothing seemed to feel like the perfect name.
You and Harry were sitting in the living room, surrounded by baby books, you couldn't help but feel a little bit discouraged, due to the fact that you couldn't find a name that was perfect.
You wanted to find a name that was unique, but nothing seemed to grab your nor your husbands attention.
"I don't know," You sighed, continuing to flip through the book resting on your baby bump. "None of these names feel right at all."
"I know what you mean," Harry nodded his head, feeling a little bit frustrated at the situation as well. "I feel like we've looked at every name in the world and nothing seems to be jumping out at us."
You let out a defeated sigh. "I just want something that will feel like it'll suit him, something he can grow into."
Harry leaned back against the couch, tilting his head up so that he was looking at the ceiling. "What about something earthy? Like Atlas?"
"Atlas?"You sat up as best you could with a 32 week baby bump and looked at your husband with intrigue littering your face.
"Yeah," Harry nodded his head, feeling a little bit nervous. "I know it's a little unusual but I think its a strong name, it sounds like something that'll suit him."
You let the name ponder in your head for a second. "It's a big name to live up to."
"I know," Harry looked a lot more relived now at your tone of voice. "But I think he can handle it, he is a styles after all."
You looked at your husband, feeling a little bit awed. "Okay, let's do it, let's name our son Atlas."
"Really?" Harry grinned at you, looking a little bit emotional.
You couldn't help but feel a little bit emotional to, "I think it's perfect."
As you started gathering up the blanket at the picnic basket, you felt a sense of gratitude, thanks to the stars, they had brought you all closer as a family. Reminding you of the wonder of life.
As you both walked inside, Harry holding your fatigued toddler, and wrapped an arm around you. "That was really nice, I'm glad we did that."
"Me too," You answered him, feeling extra closeness to the man who had captured your heart. "It's nice to just spend time together as a family and enjoy the beauty of the night."
Walking up the stairs, Harry had now moved his arm so that you were holding hands and he started talking softly. "Do you remember the first time we went stargazing?"
You smiled at him. "Of course I do, it was on our first date."
Harry chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I remember it like it was yesterday, we went up to your roof and stared at the stars."
Your first date.
Oh, it felt like it was yesturday.
You nervously walked into the trendy restaurant, scanning the room for your date. As you looked around, you saw him sitting at a table near the back, his curly hair falling in front of his forehead.
"Hi." You made your presence known as you approached the table he was sat at.
He looked up at the sound of a voice, his green eyes locking onto yours. "Hey there."
As he pulled the chair out for you to sit down at the table, you couldn't help but feel a little star struck, you had definitely been a fan of Harry's for years now, and you simply couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you were going to be having dinner with him.
As the date between the two of you progressed, you realised just how charming, funny and down to earth he actually was. He asked you questions about your life, what interested you and you found yourself opening up to him in a way you never had before.
As the meal came to an end, Harry leaned across the table, his eyes once again locking onto yours. "I've had a great time tonight."
"Me too." our cheeks flushed as you looked back at him.
As the two of you walked out of the restaurant, thankful that no paparazzi had caught onto the fact that you and Harry were on a date, Harry took your hand and entwined his fingers through yours. "Can I see you again?"
You nodded your head, feeling a sense of happiness. "I would love that."
Over the next few weeks, your dates with Harry just seemed to get better and better and after each date, the night always ended with the two of you falling asleep under the stars.
"It was so romantic," You pondered, warmth escaping your body. "I remember feeling like I was onto of the world, knowing that I got to go on a date with Harry Styles."
"You're still on top of the world." Harry told you, looking at you lovingly.
"You're so sweet." You watched as Harry adjusted Atlas in his arms, so that he was now cradling him, cuddling him closer to him as you walked into the little boy's room.
It instantly made you think about the first time you saw him hold his son in the hospital room.
Harry looked down at his new-born son for the first time, tears streaming down his face. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was now a father, and that this tiny, perfect little boy he was cradling in his arms was now his to love and cherish forever.
"Hey there, little guy," He whispered, "I'm your dad, and I promise you now that I am always going to be here for you, no matter what."
The baby yawned, and snuggled closer to Harry, his heart swelling with pride and joy. "You're so beautiful, I can't get over how perfect you are."
Harry stroked up and down the baby's soft cheek, looking up at you who was watching the two interact. "Thank you, thank you for giving me this perfect gift."
You smiled at him, and reached out to rest your head on your husbands shoulder, the tiredness finally catching up to you, the stiches in your lower stomach aching. "You're going to be the most amazing dad, ever."
The singer felt a sense of peace wash over his figure as he continued to hold his son close to him. He knew that being a father would be the most challenging but rewarding job in the world, but he was so ready for the challenge.
He glanced down into his son's wide eyes and realised that no matter how big he got, he would always be his little boy. He would love him for as long as he could, he vowed to be the best father he could ever be.
Anne and Gemma had come to visit you in the hospital the second Harry had said that it would be alright.
Telling the duo the name of your new-born son was a special moment that none of you would forget any time soon.
Atlas,
The boy who had captured your heart the second you set your eyes on him.
As you head your new-born son in your arms, you looked up to see Harry's mum and sister walking into the room, this was a moment you desperately wanted to share with them.
"Come and meet your grandson and nephew." You smiled, watching as they got closer and closer to you.
"He's beautiful." Anne complimented, reaching her hand out to touch at his tiny hand.
"Have you decided on a name yet?" Gemma quizzed the two of you, looking at her brother and you.
You glanced at your husband, who you could see was fidgeting with his wedding ring, a clear sign that he was nervous.
You watched as he took a deep breath, a sense of pride filling his chest. "We're going to be naming him Atlas Robin Styles."
There was a moment of silence that filled the room, as Gemma and Anne looked at each other, processing the name that they had just heard.
"Robin?" Anne repeated the name, eyes instantly welling with tears. "His middle names going to be Robin?"
Harry nodded his head, a lump forming in his throat. "Yeah, me and (Y/N) couldn't think of a better name for him to have, it's the only way we could honour him."
There were tears in everyone's eyes as you talked about Robin, reminiscing on the good times you all shared with him, thinking about how much he meant to Harry and his family.
"Robin would be so proud." Gemma was wiping away at her tears, as Harry wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
"Can we read a story?" Atlas was now awake in his room, the second Harry had tried to settle him down in his bed, he woke up straight away, not liking the fact he wasn't in the comforting arms of his father.
He was a daddy's boy through and through.
"Of course we can, munch," You agreed to his request, walking over to grab a book from his book shelf. "What one did you want to read?"
"Green eggs and Ham!" Your son shouted, grinning at you excitedly as Harry tried to get him to calm down.
Your husband was settled in next to your son, holding the book open as you read aloud to him.
As the story slowly progressed, Atlas's eyes slowly started to droop for the second time that evening, and soon enough he was snuggled up against your husband, his breathing slow and steady.
Being the son of a global superstar, moments like this were the ones you needed to cherish the most.
Most of the time, Harry would be doing interviews, so that meant he would be away from home quite a lot, whether that be in the studio or at the gym, or even touring the world.
But that didn't mean that everything was smooth sailing.
You and Harry both agreed that when Atlas graced the earth, you wanted to wait until he was of a responsible age to show his face to the world, but until that moment you would be protecting his face with everything you could.
But with his fans lurking around every corner, things just didn't turn out right.
Especially when taking a friendly walk down the street, or even walking through a park.
As you and Harry strolled through the park, joy filled your bones at the feeling of the fresh air entering your pores.
Your one year old son was sleeping soundly in his stroller, and the sun was shining down on the two of you on this lovely summers day.
Harry was wearing a white coloured t-shirt with blue writing on the front of it, a green cardigan thrown over his shoulder and a pair of ripped blue jeans hugging his legs, a mask covering his face.
You were wearing one of Harry's shirts matched with a pair of cycling shorts, some white air force and a mask covering your face due to the current pandemic.
But as the three of you continued to walk, you noticed out the corner of your sunglass covered eyes that a group of people were staring at the two of you from a distance, and as you got closer to them, you could tell straight away that they were here for your husband.
"Excuse me," One of them said, stepping forward and blocking the path you were walking down so that you stopped and had to talk to them. "Can we please take a picture with you?"
You looked at Harry, a sense of slight panic hitting you. You had been in quarantine for the first part of Atlas's life, so no one got to see his face, you and Harry both mentally agreed that they weren't going too see his face now.
"Sorry, maybe not today," Harry let them down softly, trying to keep his voice calm and level headed. "We just wanted to come out on a walk with our son, sorry."
The fans were having absolutely none of it, they were persistent, they kept on asking for selfies and autographs, and each time that Harry tried to politely decline, you could slowly see the panic behind his eyes.
"Please, we just want to say hi." Another fan spoke, stepping even closer.
You looked down at your son, who had the blanket brought up to his face involuntarily in his sleep as if he knew, a sense of protectiveness filled you, you weren't ready to expose him to the public as of yet.
"Sorry, but were just not taking any pictures today," Harry explained to them, and by the tone of his voice, you could tell that he wanted this to be the final time he tell them.
There was a moment of awkward silence as the fans realised that you and Harry were not going to be giving in any time soon, so they walked away, making you breath out a sigh of relief.
"Thanks for handling that, baby." You spoke to him as you continued on your park walk.
Harry grabbed a hold of your hand and kissed the back of it. "Anything for my family."
"G'night, little man." Harry whispered, pressing a kiss to his sons warm forehead.
Atlas pouted his lips slightly. "Night, night, daddy."
You and Harry then proceeded to tip toe out of the room, leaving your son to his peaceful dreams, as the two of you walked down the hallway, you both looked at each other and smiled.
"Another successful bedtime." Harry looked at you and grinned.
As you and Harry headed into bed, after getting changed and completing your night routines, you both climbed into your double bed, both letting out a yawn.
"I'm tired." You yawned, rubbing at your eyes.
"It's been a long day." Harry chuckled, bringing you closer to him.
"Y'know, I was thinking," Harry turned to look at you, his arm resting on your waist. "We should plan a trip to the beach this summer."
You smiled at him. "That sounds amazing, I haven't been to the beach in ages."
"Great, I'll start looking for places tomorrow," Harry nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly.
"I love you," You murmured as a sense of warmth hit your body like a truck.
"And I love you," Harry smiled, before letting out a small laugh. "Y'know, I always sleep better when your next to me."
"Same, here." You informed him, giggling like a school girl.
You had me Harry when the two of you were twenty-one, he had his iconic long hair, and you still had a bit of a baby face.
Four years into dating, he proposed, and you got married the following summer.
The proposal was definitely unexpected.
Due to you and Harry's obsession with the stars, Harry had booked for the two of you to come here for your fourth anniversary. As you walked through the different rooms, he would point out all the different telescopes.
"Look at that one," He said, pointing to a massive telescope in the centre of the room. "It's the most powerful one in the entire observatory."
You walked over to the telescope and bent down so that you could look through there eye piece, eyes instantly falling onto a collection of stars.
Suddenly, Harry took your hand and pulled you away from the telescope. "Come with me."
"What's going on?" All you could feel was a sense of anticipation.
Harry stopped walking, you heard him suck in a small breath before he turned round to face you and got down on one knee.
"Ever since I met you, I've known that you were the one for me," He began, his voice wavering slightly. "And I can't imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else, will you do my the upmost honour of marrying me?"
You gasped, feeling tears instantly wet your eyes.
"Yes," You threw your arms around his figure, when he stood back up to his normal height. "Of course I will!"
As the ring got slipped onto your finger, you felt Harry's heart beating wildly against his rib cage, his heart beating rhythmically against yours.
It was one of the most amazing moments of your life.
Your head was laying against his shoulder, when you felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over you.
"Ugh," You groaned, throwing your head back slightly as you clutched your stomach.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked, eyes squinted as he ran a hand up and down your arm.
"I don't know," You spoke, feeling a little bit dizzy. "I think I may be coming down with something."
Harry sat up slightly, looking at you with concern. "Do you want me to come and get you some water?"
"No, I'll be okay, I think," You told him, taking a deep breath. "Actually, there's something I need to tell you."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
Another deep breath fell from your lips, your heart racing. "I'm pregnant..."
For a moment, Harry just stared at you, his eyes wide with shock as what you had just told him, then a huge grin overtook his facial features, and he let out a soft gasp of joy.
"Really?!"He asked, pulling you even closer to him. "That's amazing, m'love."
"I found out this morning." You told him through teary eyes.
"We're going to be parents to two?" Harry wisped, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. "Atty's going to be the best big brother."
When Atlas was born, your nerves were through the roof, he had to be removed from your womb via C-section due to the fact he was breech.
As you laid on the operating table, your turned your head to the left and saw your husband say on a chair next to you, wearing his own hospital scrubs, his hand was holding yours and squeezing it tightly.
"You're doing absolutely amazing, m'love," Harry kept reassuring you as the surgeons got everything ready. "I'm right here with you, every step of the way.
"I'm scared," You felt a tear roll down your cheek, feeling completely overwhelmed with the whole situation. "What if something goes wrong?"
"Don't think like that," Harry told you, leaning forward to press a kiss to your slightly sweaty forehead. "Nothing is going to go wrong, you're going to be fine, and so is our baby, I promise."
As the doctor's began to work, your felt your husbands hand in yours the entire time, holding on tight. You felt a little pain, but it was nothing compared to the joy you felt when your heard your babies first cry.
As the doctor's lifted the baby boy up so you and Harry could see him over the blue curtain that was draped over your mid section, you felt tears of joy streaming down your face.
Harry leaned forward and kissed your lips. "He's perfect."
"Thank you," You turned to look at your husband, feeling completely overwhelmed, completely grateful for his support.
He smiled, taking a hold of your hand. "I love you, and I love our baby boy, and I'm so glad that your both okay."
The love and support of the one man who had captured your heart was all that you could ever ask for.
"It's going to be a wild ride." Harry giggled, "But we're in this together, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."
As you drifted off to sleep that night, you could feel Harry's arms wrapped around you, holding you close, you knew that no matter what changes lay ahead, you would always have today, the love and this beauty to hold onto.
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dontworrysunflower · 2 years
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As It Was: Behind the Scenes | h.s.
i mean…how could i not. my first headcanon so be nice :) and thank you @watchmegetobsessed for literally having this idea and letting me use it :’)
and happy (mexican) mother’s day!
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harry dreaded leaving the house the morning of his video shoot, knowing he had to leave the comfort of his home
and he had to leave his newborn daughter, lila, for the first time
he begrudgingly left with a kiss to you lips and a peck to his daughters nose
he backed out of the driveway as you and lila stood outside, your hand gently raising hers to make her wave at him
when he got to set, he immediately started talking about his little family back home and how he loves being a dad
everyone was behind schedule because he wouldn’t stop talking
without harry’s knowledge, jeff sends you a text
pleaseee visit he won’t shut up
way ahead of you azoff
harry had already texted you, asking for pictures and videos of you two ‘he doesn’t forget you’
you were already dressing lila in a comfortable onesie before heading to set
his song was already playing when you got there, which meant they were already filming bits of the music video
you thought you could sneak in, admire harry from afar before he notices and disrupts everything again
but lila sneezes
and it’s like harry has supersonic hearing when it comes to his daughter, especially when she sneezes (you will admit, they’re the cutest sneezes ever)
he stops lip syncing and immediately turns in your direction, his smile widening as he sees your daughter perched up on your hip, giant baby bag sitting by your feet
he literally jumps off the spinning platform and runs towards you, his arms opening and immediately scooping lila in his arms, kissing all over her face
‘hello to you too, i guess’ you thought
you were pretty sure jeff groaned in frustration
harry’s turns lila around in his arms so her little booty is sitting on his forearm, his other hand holding her up by her stomach
he walks around, pointing to the walls and other people, introducing her as “baby lila anne styles”
she looks bewilderedly at the set around them, her eyes wide, dimples showing off, just like her dad’s
he would again, continue to talk about her to the crew, saying things like
“she’s the best crawler, you guys. and she’s so smart too, i just know her first word will be dada. isn’t that right lila?” he cooed
you rolled your eyes
he put her down on the ground and hold her up by her little chubby hands, trying to will her to walk around
when that went to no avail, he picked her up again and brought her up to the spinning platform, carefully sitting down with her in his lap
harry quietly asked someone to turn it on, and surely it started to go around in circles
your eyes widen in panic, “slower baby, slower”
when the speed went down, as did your tense shoulders, her little giggle filled the room
which made harry smile too, the biggest ever
soon he had to actually work, so he handed her back to you, but not before kissing both of your heads
he barely got any work done, he would sing two lines and then would run over to you, lightly tickling lila and playing with her before doing his next scene
at one point, he laid flat on his back on the floor, her little body right on top of his, her little head right under his chin
(you did sneak a little picture)
there was one scene where he wasn’t in it, so he stood in the background as the song played, lila being held up securely on his side as he swayed and danced around with her
then the scene came where he was practically naked, a colorful background behind him
he, again, only sang two lines before grabbing lila from you, bringing her over to the painted set, taking her little finger and dragging it along the lines of the walls, her eyes wide at the colors
harry gasps after a while, which scared you because you thought something happened
“does anyone have the paint used for this?” he asked
surely someone had some of the blue paint and he excited ran over to the bucket and used a small brush to paint her hand, the brush bristles tickling her hand, making her giggle again
he carefully ran over to the set and pressed her hand on the wall gently, leaving the smaller little handprint he’s ever seen
you later reprimanded him and made him finish his set, you and lila sitting against the wall, watching him sing along to his own voice
sooner or later they do actually get stuff done, and he can finally go home with his girls
when he announces his song, he posts a picture of the handprints on the wall (you and harry later did it too, right next to your daughters), a picture of him and lila on the floor together and a video of them spinning on the platform
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yay!! these are actually kinda fun lol
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darlingdesire · 2 years
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– 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒔
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𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 craving for something sweet hit you as you were nestled into the thick blanket on the couch, halfway through a random Netflix film that you had put on to kill time whilst waiting for Harry to come home from the studio.
A small part of you felt too lazy to go rummage the pantry for something, as being 29 weeks pregnant left you feeling very exhausted by the time it was the end of the day.
Trying to push the craving aside by focusing on the movie, you nuzzled closer into the thick material of the blanket. One of your hands was laid against your pregnant belly, a habit that you had become accustomed to ever since you found out a small baby was using it as a makeshift home for the next few months.
Kick. Kick.
With a small amused smile, you rolled your eyes at your baby's adamance in getting something sweet to eat from the kitchen.
Letting out a small huff through your nose, you pushed the blanket off your body and slowly stood up. The bottom of your oversized sweater had lifted over your protruding stomach so you tugged the soft material down since the cool air nipped at the exposed skin - even though Harry had reassured you many times it wasn't true, you thought that if your belly was cold then your baby would be cold too.
And sometimes during the chilly night when you and Harry would be cuddling on the couch or in your bed, and you would ask him to go fetch another blanket or a sweater so that the baby wouldn't get cold, he would just giggle and say that you were the cutest thing he had met before kissing your forehead and going to get whichever one you had asked for.
"Mumma's gonna be the size of a whale soon if you keep these food cravings up, " You muttered to your baby as you did your penguin waddle - as your husband would call it - to the kitchen.
Finally reaching the dimly-lit kitchen, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the wall as you pondered over what you could eat.
When a flashing recollection of spotting a box of chocolates covered biscuits in the treat cupboard came to your mind, your mouth immediately started watering. You could almost taste the silky chocolate melting on your tongue.
You stepped further into the kitchen and made a bee-line toward the cupboard that held the heavenly creation. Stretching your arm up, you just about reached the handle.
The biscuits that you oh, so wanted were sat on the top shelf and very much out of your reach. It's like they were taunting you. Screaming at you. Laughing at you that you couldn't get them and it made you want to cry.
You had instructed Harry to put all of the sweet things that you constantly craved up in the highest cupboard so that you wouldn't be able to get them without the help of Harry.
But you were very determined to eat those biscuits, and you couldn't wait that long for Harry. You were gonna get them one way or another.
Placing your hands on your hips, you turned your head to the left as you surveyed the kitchen in search of something that could be of use to get the biscuits down.
Your eyed landed on the chair that was pushed into the table. You contemplated it for a second. Blinking, you turned your head up to look at the biscuits, and then flickered your gaze over to the chair.
"Mumma has a plan," You mumbled and went over to the table to grab the chair and bring it back to where you originally stood. "Is this a dumb idea? Maybe. But am I gonna do it anyway? Absolutely," You continued.
You lined the chair up with the cupboard and prepped yourself for stepping up onto the chair. Lifting a leg and holding onto the chair and counter, you hoisted yourself up and pulled your other leg up to stand on the chair.
You slowly stood up straight on the chair and when you knew you were secure, a smile graced your face.
You reached forward and opened the cupboard door again since you closed it, and in all its shining glory was the box of chocolate-coated biscuits.
You went to go grab the box when a sudden voice surprised you, almost making you jump. "Y/N!"
Letting out a squeak of shock, you whipped your head around to see your worried husband rushing over to you, crossing the length of the kitchen in no time.
He didn't usher you to step off the chair, as that would have been too hard to do with your big stomach and would have caused a strain.  So as he securely lowered you down to sit on the counter, you noted how soft his hold on you was, as if he were afraid of breaking you.
Harry was always protective over you, but ever since you had told him about your baby growing inside of you, he had been more protective than ever - especially now since you were in your third trimester.
You felt terrible for making him worry about you as soon as he got home from a long day of work.
He was so good to you...
All you wanted to do was burst into tears. Damn pregnancy hormones.
Separating your thighs apart, he stepped between them and took your soft hand in his."Baby, please, please, please don't try to do that again. You could have fallen," He pleaded and brought your encased hands up to his lips, pressing them against the back of your hand.
"I'm sorry," You whispered. "I wanted to get the biscuits," You explained to him in a small voice, eyes flickering down to where he paused his soft kisses on your skin.
He closed his eyes for a split second and you felt him sigh because a gentle puff of air hit your hand. "You need to wait for me next time, " He said and opened his green eyes to look at you.
His brows were gently furrowed together, and you knew it was because of your doing. You lifted your free hand and reached forward to smooth in between his brows to smooth the frown out.  His eyes fluttered close once again and the scowl seemed to practically disappear immediately as soon as you touched him.
He almost looked to be asleep as you gently caressed his cheek. You would nearly believe that he was slumbering if he wasn't pressing the occasional gentle kiss to the back of your hand every few seconds.
His lengthy eyelashes fanned against his cheeks and his hair was the perfect type of messy. His curly brown locks were flopped over onto his forehead and looked oh so soft and touchable. He looked unreal.
A tsunami wave of love and affection crashed down over your heart and soul, and it felt like you couldn't breathe as you just looked at him. Your heart and chest felt tight and warm.
“The baby and I agreed on letting you have one of our biscuits,” You whispered to break the silence.
Harry’s eyes opened and they met yours again. You could just see the curve of his smile behind the hands that were covering the lower half of his face, his eyes bright and twinkling as they squinted from his smile.
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Can we get a cowboy!Harry and Y/N wedding + smut? I would love to read! Thanks!!
Okay I definitely think their wedding would be a backyard wedding at Harry’s big farm style house (I’d think they would officially move in together after they got engaged so I’d say their farm house)
Like backyard wedding, reception in the barn, let’s say the colors are like yellow and navy blue
Seems like their kind of colors
Yellow flowers everywhere
The cutest dress
Boho farm style dress
Like this!!!! With cowboy boots under it oh my god so cute
Omg and Harry would refuse to take his cowboy hat off for the wedding
But y/n loves it so she doesn’t care
Stop and Harry would cry as soon as she started walking down the isle
Big tears while he tired to cover his face and he’s so embarrassed but he’s just sobbing and once she got to the end of the isle he’d be like “oh my goodness. Y’look so fuckin’ beautiful, darlin’.”
I think they’d have a family friend officiate the wedding so I’d be filled with story’s of them, lots of laughs and crying
And Harry would be so gross with the kiss, pulling her in and giving her the sloppiest, wettest kiss in front of everyone but he doesn’t even care because he has a fucking wife now
And he couldn’t be happier
And they would definitely have people throw like wild flower seeds instead of rice or blow bubbles like they do lots of weddings
The wedding would be sooo cute :( antique china instead of like fancy white plates or something
Big sunflowers in the middle, pompous grass, then a pretty candle in the middle sitting on a wood slab as a center piece
Y/n and Harry would spend the whole night dancing with everyone
And instead of doing the dollar dance (if you don’t know what the dollar dance is basically you can just say the bride and groom however much money you want and you get to dance with them for a little!) they would do a dollar shot or dollar beer (plz this is so country of them) and they would do a shot or chug a beer with whoever payed them
I feel like they are the type to go on a tiny honeymoon, like go to a random country and stay for like three days or soemthing
WAIT THE GARTER DANCEE
Plz
Harry would not even care that he’s shoving his head up her dress in front of both of their families
He would push her dress up to reveal her cowboy boots and he would bite off her garter in the matter of seconds and tear it down her leg
Lacy little white garter with a blue flower attached to it
Stop they would not even wait for people to leave the reception they would just be like “goin’ on up to the house. You can see yourselves out! 🤠”
And they would both run up to the bedroom as quick as possible, harry trying to unzip her dress and get it down
Cowboy boots stays on during sex ✅
Cowboy hat stays on during sex ✅
It would be the filthiest, sloppiest, best sex they’ve ever had
Going at it all night until they both though they wee going to pass out and they were seeing stars
This is honestly, probably how Eddy got conceived
And they would wake up the next morning with wedding gifts scattered around the house, dragging sheets with them or just letting it all hang out like
“Oh fuck what happened last night”
And quickly they would be like “oh my god wait we are married?!” And start to remember the night again
Try to answer everyone’s messages while also going at it all day long before running off to catch their flight
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justlemmeadoreyou · 4 months
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jealous!harry headcannons
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-> Whenever someone flirts with you, Harry's jaw clenches involuntarily. His emerald green eyes narrow ever so slightly, a subtle sign that he's not entirely pleased with the attention you're receiving.
-> Harry doesn't even realize it, but his hand often finds its way to your lower back when another person enters your personal space. It's a subtle way of showing people that you're taken, a possessive touch that never fails to make you smirk.
-> His lips form an adorable pout when he notices someone charmingly complimenting you. He might act nonchalant, but that little pout reveals the hint of jealousy simmering beneath the surface.
-> When you catch him staring intensely at you while you're engaged in conversation with someone else, it's not just admiration. Those silent stares are his way of saying, "You're mine, and I don't like sharing."
-> Whenever you make out, or during sex, he likes to bite on your neck. Even though you ask him to not bite you at the visible spaces, but he always does. Just under your jaw, at the junction of your neck and shoulder, at the side of your neck, at your jugular almost possesively, to show that he is the only one who gets to do that to you.
-> Innocent questions like "Who was that?" or "Do you know them well?" become loaded with an undercurrent of jealousy. He might pretend it's just curiosity, but his heart beats a little faster as he waits for your response.
-> Harry's fingers might "accidentally" brush against yours when he senses someone watching a little too closely. It's a subtle way of reminding everyone that he's the one who gets to hold your hand.
-> In group settings, he strategically positions himself between you and any potential threats. It's a protective move that ensures he can keep a watchful eye and be ready to intervene if necessary.
-> He becomes unusually vocal about his love for you when he senses competition. Expect random declarations of affection and praise, as he wants the world to know just how amazing you are.
-> These may even get a bit heated when there's no one close, like whispers of "my good girl, aren't you?" "so good for me, baby. look so well by my side" "can't wait to have my head between those pretty thighs of yours" "you're all fucking mine, aren't you doll?"
-> While he may not growl audibly, the subtle, low vibrations that escape his chest when he feels jealous are enough to send shivers down your spine.
-> You'll notice him dressing a bit sharper or wearing outfits that accentuate his features when he knows you might encounter someone who could trigger his jealousy. It's his way of making sure he's the most appealing person in the room, to show just how worthy of you he is.
-> Harry's teasing takes on a whole new level when he's jealous. His playful banter becomes slightly more pointed, like "accidental" brushes of his hand on your inner thighs, innocent kisses on your neck that always leave you turned on, and hiding his love boner by holding you as close to him as possible, his cock pushing it's way between your ass cheeks, because "wouldn't want anyone to see how hard i'm for you, love"
-> Grunts and whispers of "you're mine" and "just fucking mine", "you belong to me, don't you? all fucking mine" while he's fucking you into oblivion. It's similar when he has his sinful mouth between your thighs: "taste so fucking sweet" "all this for me?" as if it could ever be anyone else except him.
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uncle harry
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MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
The phone ringing in the middle of the night meant bad news most of the times.
However, when you and Harry were woken up by the sound of his ringtone, his mum on the other line frantically saying "It's time! The baby is coming!", you couldn't be happier.
Gemma broke the news that she was expecting a few months ago and Harry was man enough to admit that he cried a waterfall, not being able to contain his happiness over becoming an uncle.
And you were absolutely melted at the sight of him being excited about it, every single time he went out, he would come back with stuff for the baby, he face-timed his sister every night and overall he couldn't stop talking about being an uncle.
When Harry found out that he was going to have a niece, his excitement reached a whole new level. He started planning everything, from what he would teach her to the tattoo he would get for her once she was born, and once again, it made your heart burst to see your boyfriend so excited.
So now you headed to the hospital, ready to meet the brand new addition to the Styles family.
"I'm so excited," Harry said as he drove through the streets of London, holding your hand, "I can'y believe Gemma is a mummy now, feels like just yesterday we were pulling each other's hair and arguing over the last piece of cheesecake."
You smiled at him, kissing his knuckles softly and placing your intertwined hands on your thigh, "Feels like just yesterday I met her for the first time at your show, I was so nervous!"
"You really were, lovie," he smiled at the memory, "And you ended up becoming inseparable."
"What can I say? She's the cooler Styles."
Harry gave you a side eye and then laughed along with you, the rest of the drive was quiet and soon enough you were pulling up to the hospital where a few family members already stopped by to meet the little bundle of joy.
"Are you ready to meet your niece?" you turned to look at him as you unbuckled your seat belt, noticing that he had small tears in his eyes, "H? Baby are you crying?" you grabbed his chin and couldn't help but smile tenderly when he looked at you with watery eyes, "Oh my gosh, you're too adorable."
"I just, I can't believe I'm about to meet my sister's baby, that's insane."
You kissed his lips shortly, grabbing his face with both of your hands when you pulled away.
"She's already so lucky to have the best uncle in the world," you pecked his lips again, "Now let's go, I'm eager to meet her too."
You and Harry entered the hospital, hand in hand, ready to meet the newest member of the Styles family. As you approached Gemma's room, you could hear the sounds of laughter and joy coming from inside.
When you walked in, you were greeted by a room full of close family members, the room was pretty spacious and had a spare area where visitors could hang around without disturbing Gemma and the baby. Anne immediately approached both of you, happiness radiating from her eyes.
"You made it!" she said as she hugged you, turning to Harry when you pulled away, "H, baby! I'm a grandmother!"
"And I'm an uncle! Holy shit!"
You melted at the interaction, over the years the Styles-Twist family had taken you as one of their own and you were happy to be present for important moments like this.
"How is Gem? Is she awake? Can we see the baby now?" Harry eagerly asked after hugging his mom.
"She is fine, doing amazing," Anne said proudly, "Michal is inside with her, let's go."
Anne guided you to the door that lead to Gemma's private room, Harry squeezed your hand and you walked next to him, excitement evident on his every step.
Anne opened the door, peeking her head inside, "Your brother is here."
You and Harry walked in, Gemma was lying on the bed looking tired but happy nevertheless, a tiny head peeking from the blanket on her arms.
"About damn time, I was about to pick a different godfather for her if he didn't show up soon," Gemma sassed, making Harry turn his head back in laughter.
"Dammit, you're really a mum now," he approached his sister, you decided to stay back with Anne, "The bloke your brought to my concert years ago really was the one huh? Who would've thought."
"What can I say, mate? You trying to sabotage our date was kind of our blessing." Michal chimed in, standing next to Harry and patting his back.
"Congratulations, mate. I can't think of a better guy for my sister." Harry said as he hugged him, everyone looking at the scene tenderly.
"Are you going to stand there or are you going to hold your niece now?" Gemma wiggled his eyebrows at Harry, holding out her arms to him.
Harry took the baby into his arms, his face lighting up with pure joy. He cradled her gently, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Hello, beautiful," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm your Uncle Harry, and I already love you so much."
You felt your eyes get watery at the sight, Harry looked up at you and urged you to come closer to him and the baby.
"This is your auntie," he cooed to the baby again once you were standing next to him, "She's the coolest ever and makes the best pancakes, you're going to absolutely love her just like I do."
"She's gorgeous," you said as you looked at the baby's face, "Congratulations, Gem."
"Thank you," Gemma said softly, a tired smile on her face but her eyes shining with gratitude.
"Just so you know," Harry looked at Gemma with a serious face, "She's not allowed to have any boyfriends until she's like 30."
Michal laughed and agreed with Harry, you rolled your eyes at him and Gemma shook her head.
"Uncle overprotective, that's what you are," Gemma said, a yawn coming out of her mouth right after, "I can't even imagine how is it going to be when you have your own kid."
You felt butterflies in your stomach at this, Harry giving you a small smile and winking at you.
"Let me put a ring on her finger first please," he turned to look at Gemma, "Because unlike you, sister, I'm not having children out of wedlock."
"Come on, now!" Michal protested, making the entire room laugh.
Hours passed and Harry was glued to the baby, babbling nonsense to her and cooing at every little thing she did. Eventually Gemma drifted off to sleep and that was everyone's cue to leave and let both her and the baby rest.
"I'm so happy right now," Harry said as you drove back to your house, "I feel so happy for Gemma, and for our family."
"She's going to be the best mum ever," you looked away from the window to face him, "And you're going to be the best uncle."
"Thank you for being here with me today, for sharing this moment with me. I love you."
"I love you too," you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. "I'm so happy for you, for all of us. Today was perfect."
"And I meant what I said back there, I'm not letting her have a boyfriend until she's 30."
"Whatever you say, uncle overprotective!"
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itsallyscorner · 2 years
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࿔*:・゚Co-Stars | H.S
↝ pairing: Actress!reader x Harry Styles
↝ faceclaim: Daisy Edgar Jones
↝ summary: You and Harry are co-stars—that’s it.
↝ warnings: spelling errors? Some mistakes, cursing.
↝ a/n: There’s a high chance that this will be a series made up of social media aus, blurbs, etc :) probably a little boring since it’s the first post but you guys can decide, my asks are always open if you want more of this :)
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enews Tastes like strawberries🍓! Harry Styles and Y/n L/n were spotted sharing a smooch on the set of “Sunshine” in London. Link in bio for a sneak peak of their new film together✨
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harryfan1 how do you manifest being Y/n???
harryfan2 she’s so lucky ugh😩😩
ynfan1 I too would be gripping onto Y/n like that if I were in her presence
critic1 How do you have a talented actress like Y/n work on the same film as a wannabe actor like Harry???
harryfan3 if he was a “wannabe” actor, he wouldn’t have been in a Christopher Nolan movie🙄
ynfan2 don’t know who I wanna be, Y/n or Harry 😭😭
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harryflorals HARRY ON THE SET OF SUNSHINE TODAY
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harryfan4 HE’S SO??????😭😭😭
harrysgrapejuice THE PANTS THE HAIR AHHHHHHHHHHH
harryfan5 IM SCREAMING AT WORK
harryfan6 I WASNT EXPECTING THIS TODAY LORD HAVE MERCY
harryfan7 bless whoever did his hair today😮‍💨
harryfan8 on my knees rn🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️
harrysh0use what a colorful pretty boy🥺
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ynscamera Iubi on set today!💕
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ynfan3 someone tell her to stop running, she’s clumsy😭
ynfan4 tag yourself, I’m the bag of crisps
ynfan5 Genuinely excited about the movie, but I have no clue what it’s about💀
ynscamera Everyone’s very hush hush about it, I’ve literally tried figuring out the plot through the clothes but I’m still confused🙃
harryfan9 what does iubi mean?
ynscamera it means sweetheart, baby, or darling in Romanian:) Sebastian Stan gave her the nickname after they worked on Fresh together!
harryfan9 @ynscamera oh, that’s actually so cute🥺
ynfan6 They’ve been filming for like months I need the trailer😩😩
ynfan7 her side profile is just perfect I’m jealous
ynfan8 The fact that Harry gets to work and talk with her everyday
ynfan9 I wanna be Harry Styles
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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N BEING COMFY ON SET
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ynfan10 a couple of babies❤️
harryfan10 cuties literal cuties
ynscamera I wanna know what they talk about
harryfan11 I bet they talk about their favorite types of wine😌
ynfan11 @ynscamera do you think she’s shown him pictures of her dog yet??
ynscamera @/harryfan11 I’d be surprised if she hasn’t done it yet
ynfan12 I CANT WAIT FOR THIS MOVIE AHHHHHH
harryfan12 Can she pls release pictures from set, I know she has them on her camera👀
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ynscamera Y/n and Harry out for dinner in London!! 🍽 #sunshine
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harryflorals LOOK AT MY FAVES
harryflorals I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
harryfan11 I TOLD YALL THEY DRINK WINE TOGETHER😤😤😤
ynfan13 I know we said we weren’t gonna ship them—but guys😩😩
ynfan14 PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THEM TAKING PICTURES OUTSIDE?????
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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N TAKING PICTURES AFTER DINNER
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ynfan15 YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM
ynscamera not them being in a silly goofy mood together😩
ynscamera @/yourinstagram miss ma’am I can’t be shipping you with another white male PLEASE
harryfan13 UM HELLO?? FLORENCE PUGH LIKED THE POST
harryfan14 HIS HAND ON HER BACK SO SHE DOESNT FALL BYEEE😩😩
harryfan15 sleeping on the highway tonight🤪
ynfan16 I love how the major Harry and y/n fan accounts are just merging and becoming one
ynfan17 FLORENCE LIKED
harryfan16 FLORENCE FREAKING LIKED
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ynscamera Y/n and Harry spotted on set today✨ (submitted by @/ilovemitchrowland)
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ilovemitchrowland Guys I saw them with my own eyeballs
harryfan17 YOURE SO LUCKY
harryfan18 I’m so jealous😭
ilovemitchrowland they were literally so adorable, you can hear the two of them laughing from across the street🥺
ynfan18 hear me out maybe it’s not a bad idea to ship them👀
harryfan19 God, I’ve seen what you do for others—
ilovemitchrowland and Harry’s so sweet, Y/n was practically jogging to catch up with him so he slowed down so they can walk together🥲
ynfan19 bless them🥺🥺🥺
harryfan20 I’m crying that’s so fucking sweet
ynfan20 I forgot how tall Harry is and seeing him next to Y/n’s short ass reminded me of how much he resembles the height of a bloody tree
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whitemancumslut · 1 year
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who wants to be tagged in 1dbandmate! y/n x harry head cannon like post👹
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justmystyles · 8 months
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With this Ring
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pairing: Harry Styles x plus size reader
word count: 1.1k
summary: Harry takes his commitment to you to a new level.
a/n: watching everyone go nuts over that tattoo reminded me of a Harry head canon that i've been sitting on, and i felt like this would be a great time to put it out there. this story takes place in the NYIML timeline, but that story is so far from a wedding, so they'll get their proper wedding eventually. just act surprised when this happens again at some point, eventually.
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You study Harry’s expression as he examines the selection of rings in front of him. He doesn’t seem particularly taken by any of them, and you’re pretty sure you know why. 
In just a few weeks, you and Harry are finally getting married. A quiet celebration with your closest family and friends at your villa in Italy. Today, you were selecting your wedding bands. Yours was an easy choice, you selected a simple, understated white gold band that complimented your engagement ring perfectly. Harry however, was having a more difficult time making a decision.
Harry already had an extensive collection of rings. A large gold ‘H’ usually occupies his left ring finger, but he was looking at simple gold bands to replace it, for you. You knew he would never complain, or say anything to you about it, but you were sure that a part of him wasn't thrilled about the change. 
“Harry?” You get his attention when the jeweler steps out back to grab some more options. Your fiance looks up at you and hums in response. “You don’t have to get a wedding ring, you know.” 
Harry furrows his brow. “What do you mean? We’re getting married, of course I do.” He reaches out, placing his hand over yours. 
“You already have a ring for that finger. Besides, you don’t need to wear a piece of jewelry to prove that you're mine. It’s an antiquated tradition.” You shrug.
“Ha!” Harry’s hands quickly covered his mouth at the bark of laughter that escaped him. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Baby, I’ve never seen someone plan a more traditional wedding, and now you’re telling me that one of the main components is antiquated?” 
“I just want you to be happy, and I feel like one of these boring basic bands wouldn’t do that.” 
“Princess,” he takes your face in his hands, looking deep into your eyes. “You make me happy, and I can’t wait to be your husband and show the whole world I belong to you. If I could tattoo ‘property of Y/N’ across my forehead without looking completely insane, I would do it in a heartbeat.” He pulled your face to his, as the two of you kissed, it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head. He knew the perfect solution. 
***
“I now pronounce you man and wife, you may kiss the bride.” The officiant announced as Harry pulled you into him, dropping his lips down to meet yours in a passionate kiss as your friends and family cheered. 
“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, for the first time ever, Mister and Misses Harry Styles!” The two of you turned, facing the crowd, Harry raising your joined hands in the air victoriously as you made your way down the aisle with the italian sunset setting the most romantic backdrop you could have possibly dreamed of. 
The two of you stepped back into your villa, Harry tugging your arm and pressing you against the wall. “My wife,” he sighed happily before crashing his lips against yours. He pulled back, resting his hand on the side of your neck, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “My beautiful wife. I love you so much.” 
“I love you too, husband.” You giggle, pulling his left hand to your mouth and kissing the simple gold band that now adorned his left ring finger. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You asked. He gave you a mischievous smirk, and you furrowed your brow. “What?” 
“I may have had an idea after our talk at the jewelry store.” He chuckled at your curious expression. “Come with me, Mrs. Styles.” 
He took you by the hand and led you to the bridal suite area. When you stepped inside, there was a table, wrapped in plastic with a chair on either side, and a large man setting up supplies. 
“Harry?” You asked curiously. 
He smiled at you, kissing the wrinkle that formed between your eyebrows. “I thought about what you said, about how I already had rings, and you didn’t want me to have to give them up. I figured out a way that I could have both. I’m going to have your name tattooed around my ring finger.” He announced proudly. “That way, I have my wedding ring on all the time, even if I’m wearing my H.” 
Your eyes start to water as you take in his words. He studies your face, worry creeping into his expression. “Are you… is that okay?”
You throw yourself into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck. “Baby, that’s amazing. Are you sure? A tattoo is a forever thing.” 
Harry chuckles, pulling you back so he can look you in the eyes. “So are we, princess. Remember like five minutes ago when we got married?” He wiped a stray tear off your cheek. 
“Yeah of course,” you say with a light laugh.
“C’mon,” he tugs on your hand and brings you over to the table. “I want my wife with me while I do this.” 
He takes a seat at the table, pulling you onto his lap as he lays his left hand onto the table. The tattoo artist confirms that Harry is ready before dipping the tattoo pen in the ink and begins to write your name in small letters across Harry’s finger as your wedding photographer takes pictures, her assistant shooting a video of the moment. Your eyes travel from Harry’s face to the work being done on his finger. His eyes meet yours and he puckers his lips, you lean in to kiss him softly. 
“Are you… does it hurt? It seems like that would be a painful spot.” 
“Nothing hurts with you by my side.” He smiled, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder. 
“Ugh,” you groaned. “So corny. But I guess I can let it slide today. I mean, you are getting my name permanently etched on your body.” 
“My wife is so merciful,” he said, his thumb absentmindedly running across your hip. 
After a few more minutes, the tattoo was finished and Harry held his left hand up to admire the work. You grasped his wrist and moved it in front of your face. “Hmm… that’s not how you spell my name.”
“What?!” Harry pulled his hand out of your grip and held it up close to his eyes. “Wait, yes it is.” 
“I know, I was just messing with you.” You laughed. “It’s perfect Harry, I love it.” 
“And I love you, my wife.” 
“I love you too, husband.” 
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pleasingsatellite · 1 year
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Bestie can write to Instagram where the reader is dating Harry and she is a person with a normal life, outside of this celebrity world, and one day Harry makes the mistake of commenting on one of the photos of the reader with his public account.
I’m just going to use harry’s actual finsta as his finsta in this post 🫶🏻 but act like no one knows it him lol
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yourinstagram today drained me.
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yourfriend its giving dramatic
yourfriend is must be draining being so pretty, don't know how you do it every day 😐
↳yourinstagram someone has to do it 🤷🏼‍♀️
scottysakamoto yeah getting coffee and looking pretty exhausts me too, I know how you feel.
↳yourinstagram In my defence the coffee shop is like a 30 minute walk from our hotel
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hsdaily harry walking around nyc today with some friends!
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harryfan1 I love when my man wears a hat backwards damn 😅
harryfan2 the little curls peaking out of the sides will do it for me everytime
harryfan3 I thrive when fratrry makes a debut
harryfan4 Apparently he was spotted at a coffee shop with some girl later in the day anyone know who she is?
↳harryfan5 nope, probably just a friend
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yourinstagram hot girl walk of the day
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yourfriend slayyyyyy
yourfriend whatcha listening to?
↳ yourinstagram this indie singer named harry styles, you probably don't know him
scottysakamoto Is this why you arent answering my texts??
↳yourinstagram oh I've been gone for like an hour calm yourself
yourfriend ya'll stress me out, harry's fans are like the FBI they're going to find his finsta eventually
↳yourinstagram hehe it's fun though, I like having a secret 🤭
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yourinstagram heyyyyy
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yourfriend damn no photo credits?
yourfriend lil miss new yorker
harrystyles come back to the arena I miss you
↳yourinstagram HARRY OMG WRONG ACCOUNT
harryfan1 omg wtf who is this why is harry commenting on her pictures?
harryfan2 shut up harry has a finsta, the scottysakamoto account is his all his friends and family follow it 😧
↳harryfan3 is this his girlfriend??? Is this who people have said they saw him with???
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harrystyles Love on Tour. New York City V. August, 2022.
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harryfan1 so we just not going to acknowledge the elephant in the room
harryfan2 rip singlerry, you'll be missed
harryfan3 had a whole girlfriend this entire time huh
harryfan4 you guys are so dramatic like no wonder they were so secretive
harryfan5 okay but she's really pretty too bad ya'll made her private her account
jefezoff ........call me.
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yourinstagram going private, thanks harry 🫶🏻
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yourfriend girl I saw this coming!!!!
yourfriend at least you look really hot as you have your privacy invaded
scottysakamoto .......oops
↳ yourinstagram delete this account immediately 😐
yourfriend I can only imagine the amount of follow requests you and harry both have right now 🤭
↳ scottysakamoto I don't even think the number I'm looking at right now exists.
↳yourinstagram I had to turn my phone off from the notifications
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harrysatellite I found these on y/n’s instagram before she went private they’ve been together for so long and we didn’t know at all literally how?
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harryfan1 I didn't even think harry hiding a gf was possible
harryfan2 I don't know how no one found anything out until now like I'm pretty sure they've been dating for over a year
harryfan3 she's really pretty, does anyone know anything about her?
↳ harryfan4 from what I can tell she's super normal like went to college and all that
harryfan5 pretty sure they met either through mutual friends or something like that, it looks like she lives in London
harryfan6 I think everyone just assumed she worked for him when they were spotted together or if she was at his shows
Enjoy! Sometimes writing comments gets hard so this was fun getting to write from friends and harry's finsta :)
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