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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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Cleanse

summary: after a week of award shows, you help Harry get back into the swing of things

a/n: THANK UUU for the love on the Brits fic 🤭🫶

It was Monday, and you’d made a promise to yourself you’d actually get up today and get out to the yoga classes you signed up for ages ago. Harry was always getting up and out to pilates, running and HIIT workouts and you were inspired to do the same.

Most of the time, when you were actually feeling up to it, you just followed along with Harry to wherever he was going, making it easier to go to a super busy class.

Strangely though, this morning, he wasn’t up when you were. By 8am, he was usually already back and making coffee in the kitchen. Today, he was slumped on his stomach dead asleep, still in bed.

You gently padded over to the edge of the bed, moving a tiny piece of his hair out of his face to see his eyes.

“H?” you whispered, “you okay?”

He hummed in response, the tip of his nose twitching slightly.

He let out a large breath before turning over onto his back.

“m’exausted” he breathed, turning over to you. His eyes scanned over you, “Oh, y’look nice, baby. Going out?”

He shifted slightly to check the time on the bedside.

“About to go to yoga, yeah. Why don’t you come? Just to relax”

“I think if I try and move out of here right now i’ll just get more tired n’i’ll just fall back asleep”

“Mm I know, you had a long week,” you hummed, brushing his hair back again, “might make you feel better? I’ll even get your clothes for you if you want”

He breathed out softly, looking at you again.

“Y’not gonna go unless I do, are ya?” he said, eyes half closed and small languid smile forming on his face.

“We can get brunch after!”

“Alright, alright, m’up!” He said, getting up loosely from the bed.

You helped him straighten out. His eyes were heavier than usual, but you knew once you were out of the house you’d both be up and going just as normal.

“Y’know m’just going to stare at you the entire time,” he said, going to get dressed, “if I can stay awake”

“You will, H. Then after we can get food and then come home and sleep for the rest of the day, promise.”

He came back in the room in a navy blue set, his green tote bag slung over his shoulder.

“Like the sound of that,” he hummed, kissing the top of your head, “i’ll drive?”

“Will you keep your eyes open?” you laughed, hands around his waist.

“M’not that tired!” he protested, grabbing his keys out his pockets, “c’mon, i’ll prove it.”

You leaned into his side and left for the class, proud of your success in finally getting him out of bed.

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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Sea View

summary: the sun makes you sleepy

a/n: in a summer mood and I love some summer harry content <3

August was by far your favorite month of the year - warm nights, perfect weather and just endless days of lying out in the sunshine.

Living in London with Harry most of the year meant you spent a lot of time in the rain. Which of course, you didn’t mind at all, but when summer hit you missed California like crazy. You’d been counting down the days until you’d be back on the PCH again, in Harry’s little yellow car, the bright golden sun just beaming down on your face with the music high. Now, it was finally here.

“Y’have the blanket, baby?” Harry called ahead to you, locking up the car.

“Mmhm!” you nodded, already nearing the middle of the beach.

It was mid-week and incredibly early, so the usually hectic summer crowd was pretty much non-existent.

Harry jogged slightly to catch up to where you were.

“Hold this f’me, lovie?” he said, holding out his Pleasing tote bag, “I’ll lay it out”

You took the massive mesh bag from his hand, trading it to him for the blanket.

He waved it out over the white sand and made sure it was free of any little grains.

You crashed yourself down, putting your sunglasses on slowly so you could lie on your back. You could feel the heat on your raw skin already, feeling the pre-tan already forming.

Harry’s figure still stood above you, sorting out his things before sitting down. He took off his vintage ringer tee, text reading ‘Hollywood Sound’ spread colorfully across. He put his yellow sunglasses back on and laid next to you, the black of his ink glowy in the sunshine.

He let out a sigh and put his hands behind his head, lying back. After a few deep breaths, he turned to you.

“Are y’happy?”

“Completely”

You reached a hand to his cheek, moving over to kiss him lightly.

You moved downward to lie your head on his chest, already warm from the sun. You closed your eyes softly and let yourself fall into a languid state.

You felt his hand take to the back of your hair, a couple cold spots from his rings clear against you. His hand traveled across your head and earned a hum of lull from you.

“Y’know I looked forward to this, like, all year” he spoke lowly, letting you hear the words move against his chest.

“I did too, was practically counting down by May”

“May, god, that feels like fucking ages ago”

“I know! And to think it’ll be September in only a few weeks now”

“Gonna be half way across the world by then, aren’t we?”

You’d drifted off by now, a combination of Harry’s hold and the sunshine putting you out right away.

“Lovie?” Harry said, “Are ya’ asleep?” His grip tightened lightly around your shoulder. Once he notices you were out, he moved a piece of your hair from your face over your shoulder.

“G’night then” he spoke again and kissed the top of your head, closing his own eyes as he laid back down.

Before long, the both of you were passed out on the sand, put to sleep by the sound of California surf.

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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baby names

summary: you and harry cannot agree

a/n: teeeeechnically prequel to Rosie? (spoiler for this then i guess, whoops)

“Angela?” Harry said, going down the list of names he’d complied since finding out you we’re going to have a baby. Even though he’d written about a hundred, you couldn’t agree with a single one.

“Angela? H, no. No babies are named Angela,” you said.

“Literally everyone named Angela was once a baby”

You gave him a lovingly menacing look, coaxing him onto the next name.

“Allegra?”

“Did you alphabetize these?”

“Okay, sorry, next,” He breathed out, raising his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry, i’m being mean and picky,” you said, running a hand on the back of his neck, “but this is our kid, like, this is a very important choice.”

“Think we need a break?”

“Always. Do you want tea?”

Harry nodded wordlessly, scanning over his list once more. Getting up, you stepped off to the kitchen to make cups for the both of you.

The cupboard was stocked with all different types of tea, but you knew Harry’s favourite was chamomile. Grabbing the box down, you’d noticed a teeny red box shoved behind it.

Rosehip Tea

Sparks jumped in your mind, repeating the name over and over to yourself.

“Rosie,” you practically sang, “Rosie!”

“What?” Harry called from the other room.

Running in, crushing the box in your fist, you could’ve nearly jumped in the air.

“Rosie, Harry, Rosie. It’s the name.”

“Name of what?”

“Oh for fucks sake, Harry, the baby!”

He thought for a moment, but his face lit up almost straight away, telling you his agreement wasn’t far off.

“I think that’s perfect,” he said, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"So do I."

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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click

summary: you take photographs of everything

A/N: this is so short but thought it was a cute though and had to write ‘er down!

husband!harry/dad!harry x y/n

“what’re you doing, lovie?” Harry laughed, his figure minimized through the viewfinder of your camera.

“Taking photos of you,” you answered, adjusting your daughter Rosie on your hip, your camera in your free hand, “Want to help me take more photos of daddy?”

Rosie nodded enthusiastically to your proposal, her little curls jumping in front of her face as she did. You took her from your side and sat her next to Harry. Without direction, she snuggled closer to him, sitting right in front of him and leaning her head back onto his chest.

“Smile, bug!” Harry said down to her ear, hands on her shoulders.

click!

that was the one. Hand over your mouth, you were practically in tears from your little family smiling back at you through the lens.

“Hey, hey, s’okay, we’ll do another, baby” Harry consoled, confused by your sudden emotion.

“No! No, that was perfect, i’m just..i’m really happy, i guess”

“M’happy too,” he spoke softy, bringing Rosie over, “are you happy, Rose?”

“Yes!”

A small, toothy smile spread across her face, her likeness to Harry more obvious than ever. You could’ve starting crying all over again.

“Should we go in for something to eat? Y’can take photos of me cooking, if you like” Harry laughed, picking Rosie up once again and heading back up to the house with the three of you.

“I’ll get the camera ready!”

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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Play it Again

summary: Harry teaches you how to play piano

The sun was just beginning to set over the back patio, the California coast showing off a beautiful scene of pink and orange. Content with where you were, you could help but stand and stare at the view before you.

As you smiled to yourself, soft notes of Bill Evans’ Peace Piece fell softly outside, no doubt coming from Harry who’d taken out several hours of his evening already to dedicate to practicing.

You drifted inside and into the studio, following the melody.

“Sound wonderful, H” you hummed, wrapping you arms gently around his shoulders and leaving a kiss on his cheek.

“Play with me,” he said, reaching a hand to hold you.

“Oh, god, no. Haven’t played since forever, i’m no good, really”

“I’ll teach ya”

Caving, you took the seat on the bench, next to him.

“Now,” he started, “these are the keys”

“Harry” you groaned.

“Oh, you’re intermidiate, okay. Got it.”

Rolling your eyes, you lay your hand on the expansive instrument.

“Tell me what to do,” you spoke.

You leaned lightly into his frame, allowing his hands to cover yours.

“Well, start with your pinky on that key there,” he said, putting pressure on the little finger, sending a note out, “okay, now try these two.”

Guiding you once more, now with more fingers, a tiny melody - a broken down version of what he was playing before - came out gently from the piano.

“Now do that, but without me.”

He removed his hand, leaving you to repeat the melody rather perfectly for a first try. You smiled to yourself as you got it right.

“Now, you’re sure you haven’t played? ‘Cause I think you might have me beat if you keep that up,” he joked, earning a laugh from you.

“Think I should learn guitar next, you know, round myself out,”

“Well, lucky for you, I can also do that. Y’got an in-house teacher. Free of charge”

“How lucky am I?”

“The luckiest,” he said sweetly, leaving a light kiss on your lips.

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mulledcherrywine · 1 year

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you trust me, no?

summary: you help Harry cut his hair

a/n: officially have writers block BUT we are still going to post anything and everything bc a crummy post is better than none 💪

Sat on the couch, you and Harry had begun to waste away another Saturday. Watching what felt like the ten thousandth episode of whatever it was you’d started watching, your hand was gently draped on the back of Harry’s neck, twirling little strands of his hair around your nails.

“Your hair’s getting a little long, hm?” you said, shuffling it around.

“Oh, yeah,” he said, “M’probably going to have to cut it soon, think it’s a little unruly now”

“I’ll do it!” You beamed, “I promise it’ll be pretty”

He drew his brows together, considering it.

“Uhm, are you sure you can do it?” He said softly, trying not to offend.

“H, I’ve done it loads before, I used to trim my bangs myself all the time. It’s simple!”

“Fine,” he huffed, “just please, y’know, don’t go crazy or anythin’”

You squealed in response, wrapping your arms around him.

“Yes, yes okay!”

Pulling him up, you took the both of you to the kitchen where you set up a chair, scissors and grabbed a towel to put around his neck. He sat down, and you put a bit of water onto his hair to make it a bit easier to cut.

“Hand me the scissors please, lovie,” you said, massaging his scalp lightly. He tentatively passed them over his shoulder to you, showing his nerves.

“Harry, relax, I’m not going to ruin your precious hair. You trust me, no?”

“No, no, don’t do that, don’t make me feel bad!”

“I’m not!”

“Just please be careful, baby”

“Always”

You ran a small piece of his hair between two fingers to start, trimming the ends very professionally. Slowly, getting more comfortable and letting Harry’s shoulders de-tense themselves, you’d begun to complete a rather well done haircut for him.

You brushed off his shoulders and plugged in the blow dryer, just running it lightly over the top of his head, brown curls lightning as they dried. A few blonde pieces were hidden under the layers of his hair, but the sun in the window caught them rather beautifully. Lost in Harry’s details, you were broken out of it by his voice.

“Is everything alright?” He said.

“It’s done!” You grinned, turning him around to see it in full-view from the front. He looked right at you, a smile smile curling across his face as you checked if his hair was even.

“S’it good?” He asked.

“Perfect.”

“Okay, don’t get too cocky now,” he joked, “it’s the clients approval that counts, hm?”

You handed him over the little handheld mirror on the counter. You watched him lovingly as he admired the job you had done.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

“S’perfect, baby. Like, really good” He praised, leaning up to give you a kiss from the chair.

“Think I should do it professionally, then?”

“Oh definitely, s’long I get some special offer for being your first”

“I think I can come up with something.”

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