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harryistheonlyoneforme · 7 months

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warnings: fluff, smut, sex toy use, unprotected sex, oral

summary: in which harry takes yn on a nice picnic date and they go all the way

a/n: well guys, it’s been a longgggg time coming, but ruin is officially complete!!!🥳🥳🥳🥲🥲. i do have a couple ideas about some extras though, if you guys are interested in that. thank you so much for all of the love and support <3

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~one month later~

yn is just finishing up her makeup with the application of her favorite gloss, double checking for imperfections when her phone rings. she doesn’t even have to check to know that it’s harry alerting her of his arrival, ready for their date tonight. so she presses her screen to answer as she hurriedly grabs her purse.

“hello?” she picks up, trying to keep her voice level to sound as if she’s not literally running around her room right now. grabbing her desired scent for the day, she sprays the perfume in the ideal places and rests the phone between her shoulder and ear.

“hi, angel. ‘m outside whenever you’re ready, but there’s no need to rush,” he reassures her, a grin on his face at her failed attempt at feigning calm. he drums his fingers against the steering wheel with a chuckle as he hears her quiet but unmistakable sigh of relief.

“i’m on my way down now, actually, i won’t be long,” she replies, finally taking a moment to breathe. she hears him hum on the other end of the line before acknowledging her words, and they end the call quickly. yn takes her time, but not too much time, as she slips on her shoes and grabs a sweater to throw over her pretty summer dress, just in case the weather gets a bit chilly.

she takes one last glance at herself and checks her purse to double check she isn’t leaving anything before she’s heading out the door and to harry’s car, where he’s patiently waiting. when he sees her approaching his face lights up so bright it makes her heart melt, and he’s scrambling to get out of the car to greet her.

meeting her at the passenger side door, he wraps his arms around her waist and leans down to press a kiss to her lips but ultimately changes route to her cheek, remembering the story she once told him about kissing with her freshly glossed lips. her arms come up over his shoulders to wrap around his neck, and he’s caught by surprise when she presses her lips to his anyways.

harry can’t help but pull her closer and smile into the kiss, loving the way she simply doesn’t care about that sort of thing when it comes to him. they’re like that for just a few more moments, the both of them begrudgingly pulling away. they can’t resist one last sweet peck before harry’s stepping away and opening the car door for her, not even bothering to wipe the gloss away that’d transferred from her lips to his.

yn passes him a grateful smile and gets in the car, nodding to harry when she’s settled as a signal to close the door. he does so and jogs around to his side, hopping in and starting the car to begin the drive. turning out onto the main road, harry grabs his phone from the middle console and passes it to yn, briefly taking his eyes off the road seeing that she’s a bit confused.

“did you want to turn on some music while we drive? ‘s a bit of a ride there, don’t want y’to get bored of me,” he explains, hearing a small ‘ah’ of realization from his girl. she wastes no more time, unlocking his phone and opening his music app. a dimpled grin forms on harry’s face when he hears the unmistakable tune of ‘go your own way’ by fleetwood mac starting, the same song they listened to on the way to their first date at the diner.

she queues up a few more songs as the both of them hum along, and when she has what should be enough, she places the phone back where it’d been before harry picked it up. her hand naturally gravitates toward her lap to rest there, but the action is interrupted by harry’s warm hand, quickly intertwining their fingers before she can complete it.

a small smile forms on her face as she glances at him, watching him act as if he hasn’t done anything. she simply lifts his hand to her lips and presses a kiss to the back of it before letting their hands rest in her lap, humming along to the music as she looks out the car window.

the ride doesn’t seem as long as harry thought it would, and with all of the singing and conversation they have, before he knows it they’ve arrived at the park. he drives as slow as possible as they enter just so he can see yn’s reaction to the scenery, his heart melting as he watches the way her face lights up when she sees the pretty flowers that line the entrance of the park.

she swoons at all of the butterflies around, the ducks in a pond nearby, and all of it just confirms each and every thought he’s ever had of spending the rest of his life with her. harry continues driving until he can see the area he’d previously scouted out, parking the car near it. he hops out the car and runs around to her side, opening the door and squatting down next to her.

“i’m gonna go over and set up, angel, then i’ll be right back to get you, alright?” he questions, his eyes taking in every square inch of her face as if he’ll ever forget it. he takes her hand in his as she nods, bringing it to his lips briefly before standing up and heading to the trunk of the car.

he quickly grabs everything out that he needs; blankets, the food, a pillow for her to rest on if she’d like to, drinks, and the small bag that holds the toys he’s brought if she wants to use them. closing the trunk, he hauls everything over to the spot he’d chosen, maneuvering through the few trees until he sees the huge clearing of land, perfectly hidden for peak privacy. there’s a small pond just ahead with some ducks swimming around, and he knows yn would love to feed them when she sees them. harry quickly sets everything up how he wants it, making sure everything is perfect before he stands up to head back to his girl.

making his way through the trees once more, he has the brightest dimpled smile on his face the moment his car is in his line of sight. he can see yn sitting there and waiting patiently for his return, doing something on her phone. she looks up and gives him a bright smile when she sees him, harry opening the door so that she can hop out. he closes the door and she practically skips toward the trees she’d watched him go through, harry having to jog a bit to keep up.

when they make it through the maze of trees, he can’t help the way his smile gets brighter when he hears her gasp at the sight of the picnic. all of her favorite fruits, drinks, and her favorite sandwich from the diner they went to on their first date. all the little things that make her just melt for him, turning her into a puddle of gratitude and thankfulness right before his eyes.

he chuckles when he hears her squeal of excitement as she notices the ducks, pointing to them so that he can see them as well. they get onto the blanket after she gushes over them for a while, harry sitting down first so that yn can sit right across from him, and that she does, digging in as soon as she’s comfortable.

the two snack on fruits and split the sandwich as they talk for a long time, sharing stories from their pasts and their plans for the future. they don’t even realize that they subconsciously get closer and closer with time, until her legs are draped over his lap, harry’s hand running up and down her calf. well, he doesn’t, at least. he doesn’t pick up on the way that some of her sentences die off with each passing of his hand, or the way her breathing picks up whenever his hand goes higher.

not until his hand grazes her knee, finally, and she finally snaps, a quiet moan falling from her lips. harry stops right in the middle of his sentence, looking at her with raised eyebrows. “what was that, angel?” he questions, wanting to make sure she’s alright. “did i hurt you?” he pulls his hand away.

she’s quick to shake her head and reach for him again, and he thinks she’s going to place it back onto her knee but she actually moves further underneath her dress, right to where she needs him. his fingers meet the warmth of her center and he can’t hold back the moan that bubbles in his throat, exploring the area. it’s then that everything hits him, and realization dawns on him. a chuckle and a hum falls from his lips, his hand moving from underneath her dress.

“alright, baby. i see. won’t make you want any longer,” he croons, leaning toward her and pressing a kiss to the side of her mouth. she whimpers and leans into his touch before turning her head in search of his lips. he pulls away at the last second, causing her to let out a huff of frustration. “take y’panties off for me, angel. ‘s gonna be plenty of time for you t’kiss me, don’t worry,” he finishes, a smirk playing on his lips.

she hurriedly removes her legs from his lap, standing up and sliding her panties down her legs. she doesn’t bother stepping out of them when they reach the blanket beneath her feet, reaching for the bottom of her dress. harry reaches up and stops her. “keep that on for me, ‘s okay,” he murmurs. she drops the bottom of her dress just as he reaches down to grab the panties from underneath her, causing her to let out a giggle at how the dress sweeps over his face.

harry chuckles just a bit at her before tapping gently at her ankle, and she fully steps out of them for him before dropping down to her knees to sit right in front of hum. grasping them in his hand, he lets out a hum as his eyes flit up to meet hers. he runs his thumb over the center of them, the wetness of the material leaving his thumb a bit wet. holding them up to her, he watches her eyes widen a bit at the sight of the ruined material before she drags them away and off to the side somewhere to look anywhere but him.

he uses his free hand to reach up and gently grip her jaw, turning her head to face him. “no, need you to look at me bunny, it isn’t polite to be somewhere else when i’m in front of you,” he scolds, knowing he isn’t actually upset with her but she needs that in order to obey him. she hesitantly drags her eyes back to his, forcing her embarrassment down. “come down here,” he demands.

she instantly obliges and drops down to her knees before him, trying her hardest not to look away when he holds the ruined panties up to her. “need you to clean them for me, don’t want them to be ruined forever, bunny. ‘s expensive,” he explains vaguely, and she furrows her brows before turning to grab a napkin to clean them. a grunt of disapproval stops her, though, and she turns back to face him. “don’t need that. with your mouth, baby,” he corrects.

her eyes widen slightly at what he’s suggesting, but she’ll do almost anything for him, and although it’s a bit humiliating, it turns her on like no other. squeezing her thighs together, she bites down a moan and grabs the panties from him, flattening the material on her palm so that the crotch section is in her line of sight. she tries to avoid his eyes but she should’ve known better, harry’s hand coming up to grip her chin so their eyes can meet.

the impatient yet oddly calming look in his eyes is the last push she needs, her tongue peeking out of her mouth quickly to get to work on the wet fabric. she moans at the taste of herself, harry’s eyes still boring into hers as she cleans her mess. it’s not long before she cleans as much as she can, holding them up for harry to see.

“good girl,” he hums, taking the panties from her before reaching behind him to grab the bag that holds the toys. retrieving the bag, he turns back to her. the moment her eyes land on the bag, they light up as she has a good feeling about what the contents are. “lie down on your stomach for me, brought a surprise for you,” he grins, and she hurriedly scrambles to do so.

he unzips the bag and grabs the dildo he’d packed, along with some lube although he’s sure he won’t need it with how drenched she is. yn wants nothing more than to watch what he’s doing, but the suspense just makes her all the more excited. zipping the bag back up, he tosses it beside him before opening up the lube and pouring it onto the dildo. when it’s heavily coated, he places the lube down and uses his now free hand to push her dress up over her hips, tapping at her thigh to get her to spread them a bit more.

she takes the hint and does what he signaled, gasping when she almost immediately feels the toy against her heated lower lips. his actions are slow, teasing, even, as he adds more pressure so that the toy spreads her open, but he doesn’t immediately press in into her awaiting hole. with a roll of her eyes and a cry of frustration, she attempts to press her ass toward the toy, earning her a gentle but firm slap on her right ass cheek, a warning.

he isn’t surprised when she doesn’t fight back, and he rewards her lack of retaliation by finally pressing the toy into her, inching it in slowly as she gasps at the intrusion. when it bottoms out he leaves it there for her to adjust for a while, and after a few minutes she starts to get impatient. she tries her hardest not to show it, but he can tell she’s holding back, so he begins to move it inside of her, pulling it out just to push it back in. he keeps his actions steady and precise as her moans pick up, and it’s not long before she’s announcing her quickly approaching orgasm, no more words said as it immediately wracks her body.

she cums around the toy with a loud cry of relief, her body slumping against the blanket beneath her as she rides out the high. harry continues slowly moving the toy inside of her to prolong the orgasm, only stopping when she jolts a bit in overstimulation. he then pulls it out of her as slowly as possible, biting down a moan when he sees the glisten on the toy and her slightly gaping hole clenching around nothing in search of being filled again.

her breaths are still a bit shallow so he helps her out if her dress before urging her onto her back and keeping his hands on her body to ground her. she comes back to him within minutes, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips, swollen from biting them. harry honestly expects her to tap out then and there, tuckered out and ready to go home, but when she sits up to press her lips to his in the most desperate way, he can tell she wants more. and that he’ll give her.

without breaking their lips, harry pushes her onto her back once more, his hands exploring her body. when he reaches her chest, he can’t resist taking her nipples between his fingers and pinching them, just enough to make her moan into his mouth. he pulls away from the kiss first, shushing her groan of annoyance before reaching down between them and freeing his cock from its confines. her eyes widen as she realizes what’s about to happen; it’s what he’s been preparing her for, and she wants nothing more than to take it there.

he pushes his pants down to the thickness of his thighs and runs his thumb over his leaking tip, shuddering at that first touch of pleasure. a broken whimper falls from her lips as she watches him get himself ready for her, inpatient as ever. she doesn’t complain anymore, though, as he crawls to her until their bodies are touching, grabbing one of her legs and lifting it to get a better view.

using his free hand, he strokes his cock a few more times before lining up with her dripping and awaiting hole.

“‘m gonna go slow, angel. take real good care of you,” he promises, eyes exploring every inch of her face to make sure there’s no uncertainty or anxiety. she acknowledges his words with a confident nod, her hips bucking up to try and gain some sort of friction for her throbbing center.

taking his hand from her leg, he thinks it’d be better to have a distraction just in case there is a bit of a sting from the stretch, as he’s slightly thicker than her toy. longer, too. so he reaches between them and rubs gentle circles onto the head of her clit, pulling a contented hum from her. he keeps that up as he finally presses the head of his cock inside, happy that he doesn’t feel too much resistance from her tight hole.

his gaze flits up to her face and when he sees her with her eyes closed and a blissed out look on her face, he takes it as a green light. still moving slow, he presses himself into her until his hips meet her body, groans coming from the both of them when he passes over the thickest part. harry stays like that until he’s sure she won’t hurt when he moves, his thumb still drawing circles on her clit. his thrusts are slow and gentle when he starts moving, using his legs as leverage more than anything to get as deep inside her as possible.

“how’s it feel, bunny?” he questions, voice gentle and soothing. “‘s it feeling nice? not painful for you?” his voice comes out shaky, his teeth ground together as some form of keeping himself restrained. he’s forcing down each and every thought of absolutely wrecking his sweet girl, knowing she can’t handle that right now.

“‘s good, ‘s good, so deep inside me,” he whines beneath him, untucking her lip from between her teeth to get her words out. “my tummy’s so full, feels nice,” she finishes with a moan and a jolt when he angles his hips just a bit so that the head of his cock hits her g-spot head on.

“there we go, angel. that’s the spot i was looking for, know it gets you all dumb for me when i touch that, hm?” he coos condescendingly, adding just enough force to his thrusts that he has to hold her down by her hips with each one. she can’t even speak anymore, the constant assault on that spot inside of her rendering her speechless and her body numb. not a single coherent thought can be formed as the peak precision of his thrusts push her closer and closer to what she’s been craving.

removing his hands from her hips, harry decides to speed up the process just a bit by grabbing the backs of her thighs and pushing them up as far as they can go, holding them there with one hand and bringing the other to where their bodies meet, his thumb finding its way through her folds until he gets to her clit, pressing it right onto the head and rubbing firm circles in time with his thrusts. the added sensation and angle change draws a long, drawn out moan from her, her hands flying out on either side of her to push her up onto her palms a bit. the pleasure she’s feeling is so intense that she tries to both run away from it and lean into it, squirming away just for her hips to grind down to meet his thrusts.

“no, gotta take it, baby. almost there, know you’re so close for me,” he rasps, quickly removing the hand from her thighs and leaning forward to press some of his weight on top of her for better control. the feeling of harry’s warmth enveloping her sends her flying over the edge unexpectedly, the ball of pleasure that’s deep in her tummy practically exploding.

her back arches up off the blanket and into his chest as far as she can with him on top of her and her legs, eyes rolling back into her head. the orgasm takes over her body before she can even comprehend it, her hole fluttering around him for a moment before locking down onto his cock so hard that he has to squeeze his eyes shut, his balls drawing up so unexpectedly and intensely that it practically knocks the breath from his lungs.

“oh, fuck bunny- shit, ‘s squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight, can’t hold it,” he gasps, accent as thick as ever as he grips onto the blanket beneath his palms. his hips stutter in rhythm for just a second, the final warning sign of his orgasm. he barely has time to push himself up and pull out of her, cum shooting from his tip just as he frees himself. one hand flies to the backs of her thighs as the other begins to stroke his cock quickly, milking himself for all he has. his cum is already painting the back of one of her thighs, dripping down to her ass with each passing second.

yn can barely see him from the small space between her legs, but just hearing him so wrecked from being inside of her makes her throb in excitement once again, a needy whimper falling from her lips when she hears him choke on a sob and feels something warm land right onto her pussy. she’s in the position for no more than a minute longer as his moans die down and his furious strokes become slower, and when her thighs are freed from the confines of his hand, she can’t help but keep them there and reach up to the one that’s covered in his orgasm and swipe a finger through.

dropping her legs finally, she looks harry right in the eyes as she brings that same hand up to her mouth and takes the finger inside, her tongue moving around it to get the full taste of him. harry can do nothing but let his eyes flutter closed as a choked moan falls from his lips. he wants nothing more than to simply wreck her until she’s crying and drooling but he can’t do that now, she’s not ready. he doesn’t even think he’ll be able to get it back up now, not with how she absolutely drained him.

so he does the next best thing; without even bothering to clean up the mess that covers the both of them, he adjusts himself until he’s flat on his stomach, grabbing the outsides of her thighs when he’s eye level with her pussy. “‘m gonna take care of you, bunny. don’t worry. gonna clean you up too,” he whispers, eyes meeting hers when he hears a desperate cry come from her. she’s already so sensitive that he knows it won’t take long to make her cum, but that doesn’t mean he should half ass it.

pressing gentle kisses to the soft skin of her thighs, he ignores her huffs of frustration when he doesn’t immediately start licking into her. the kisses travel closer and closer to where she’s messy and throbbing for him, but they are way too slow for her taste. one last groan comes from her before she’s had enough, propping herself up on an elbow and reaching forward with her free hand, grabbing the back of his head and pushing his face onto her.

a noise of shock leaves him at how bold she’s become, but he has to respect it, chuckling against her before nipping at one of her swollen lower lips. she gasps quietly at the sting but it melts into a moan as he, in one fell swoop, licks into her folds before sucking her swollen and sensitive clit into his mouth. her grip tightens on him and she grinds her hips against him to chase the pleasure, tossing her head back as her back arches up from the blanket.

the tug on his hair forces a groan of delight from him and he only buries his face further into her, beginning to alternate between licking and sucking at her. the vibrations rumble into her body, the knot in her belly tightening out of nowhere. she’s become incoherent above him the closer she gets to her orgasm, wordless babbles leaving her lips as she tries to warn him of it.

his actions simply increase tenfold, licks and sucks a bit more precise as he pulls the orgasm from her. just a few moments later he feels her thighs start to fight to tighten around his head and a long, loud moan falls from her lips as her final orgasm wracks her body. she goes so stiff that her thigh muscles begin to cramp slightly, her legs shaking from the force.

harry begins to lick at her a bit gentler than he had before so he can avoid overstimulating her too much, his hands caressing her thighs while she tries to recover. for her, it feels like forever until her body fully relaxes, small aftershocks jolting her body with each relaxation. she’s gasping for air when her body is finally freed, her chest heaving from the intensity of everything.

he notices some tears that have leaked down the sides of her face, and he takes a wipe from the container he’d brought and cleans her face thoroughly before grabbing some more to clean up her lower half. when he gets to her vagina she gasps and pulls away in overstimulation, causing him to frown just a bit. “i know, bunny. just have t’get you cleaned up ‘s all. won’t be long,” he coos, using one hand to spread her open gently and the other to gingerly wipe the area.

once she’s all clean he moves to the backs of her thighs, wiping his sticky, drying cum from them. it takes a bit more effort to do so, but he isn’t complaining, taking his time and keeping an eye on her breathing. when she’s fully clean, he helps her sit up and puts her dress back onto her, murmuring words of encouragement each step of the way. “can you stand up, angel? think you can walk to the car with me or do y’need some help?” he questions, voice soft as to not disturb the calm and quiet state of her.

“i can walk, i think,” she responds, and harry hops up before reaching back down to help her up. she’s a bit shaky for a moment but she becomes stable after a few seconds of being on her feet. he guides her to the car slowly, and he’s surprised for a moment that she isn’t wincing or limping a bit, but he quickly realizes it’s probably due to the adrenaline rush she’s feeling.

they make it to the car and he helps her in before pressing a kiss to her head and then running back to clean up their area. walking back to the car, he smiles fondly at her as he realizes she’s already fallen asleep, light snores leaving her parted lips. he packs everything into the trunk and hops into the driver’s seat.

the drive back is nothing short of calm and peaceful, some song she’d added to the queue on the drive there playing softly in the vehicle. he makes it to his house before he knows it, and when he pulls into his garage he turns the car off before running into the house and up the stairs to quickly start a bath for her. he does the works; bubbles, soothing oils, and he lights a candle that is on his counter before running back down to the car to unload it. he does so as quietly as possible because he wants waking her up to be the last thing so that she can just wake up and get in the bath.

he takes a bit to put away everything from the car and when he goes to check the bath, it’s ready for her. turning the water off, he heads back down to the garage to wake her up. knocking on the passenger side window, he gives her some time to lift her head before opening the door, chuckling at her when he sees the confusion on her face as well as a mark on her from the door. “we’re at my house, angel. i ran you a bath and i want to clean you up a bit and then i promise i’ll let you sleep,” he whispers, and she nods a bit grumpily from being woken up but a bath sounds heavenly so she obliges.

stepping out of the car, she does start to feel that slight sting between her legs from the stretch and the burn in her thighs from the angle he had her in, but she brushes it off as she knows the bath will work wonders. they step into the bathroom and it’s just like all of the emotions of the day, the month even, hit her at once. her eyes well with tears and her shoulders slump when they take over her, and she turns her body to bury her face into his chest.

“thank you, thank you,” she sobs against him, and his heart both breaks and warms for her, his arms coming to wrap around her. they stay there for a while as she gets all of her emotions out, harry whispering encouragement words and pressing kisses to the top of her head. her breath is still a bit stutter-y as she pulls away from him, quickly turning to the toilet paper to clean herself up, but he beats her to it, grabbing some off the roll and cleaning her up. she’s so grateful that she gets a bit teary again, but then harry starts to press kisses all over her face, making her giggle.

“alright, bunny. let’s get you in the bath,” he instructs, tossing the toilet paper out. he pulls the dress over her head once more and she steps out of her shoes. being naked in front of him, she expects to feel a bit self conscious despite how many times he’s seen her, but this time she feels nothing but warm and fuzzy. full, even, as he smiles at her with a look of pure adoration in his eyes.

she walks over to the tub and steps in, humming at the temperature of the water, it’s actually perfect for her. the water covers her up to around her armpits and she relishes in the warmth before looking up at her boyfriend expectantly. he laughs at the look on her face before explaining himself. “i’m gonna get in with you, don’t worry, ms grumpy, just need to grab some towels and clothes for when we get out,” he chuckles, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her lips as if to seal his promise.

a belly laugh leaves him when he’s walking out and he hears her mumble something about not taking too long or she won’t let him in. he knows she won’t make good on her words but he still hurries back to her, wanting to be near her. he makes it back to her and quickly sheds his clothes, walking over to the tub and having her scoot up so he can slide behind her. the warmth envelops him and he envelops her, wrapping his arms around the front of her to pull her closer.

they stay like that for a while, so long that their fingers have gone pruny by the time they pull apart. harry is the one that breaks the contact, and he only does so because he notices that she starts to doze off, and he wants to clean her up before she falls asleep again. she grumbles a bit at the slight loss of warmth but when she feels harry start to clean her up, she understands.

he takes his time and cleans her up thoroughly before letting her sit there for a few while he cleans himself up. when he’s all clean he steps out of the tub first, drying off a bit before wrapping the towel around his waist and then he’s helping her out and doing the same for her, wrapping the towel around her upper body. harry guides them to the bedroom and drops the towel from his waist to slip on some boxers before making sure yn is fully dry and grabbing the t shirt he’d picked out earlier and helping her slide it over her head. he decided not to give her a pair of his boxers to sleep in so that he could let her lower half breathe through the night.

pulling back the blankets on the bed, he lets her get in and comfortable, passing her the remote to his tv so she can pick something to fall asleep to. while she does that, he goes downstairs and grabs her a bottled water from his fridge, downing one for himself before going back up. he opens the bottle and passes it to her, to which she thanks him and drinks all of it in record time. she finishes the drink and he takes it from her to place on the nightstand to toss tomorrow, hitting the light and climbing into the bed beside her.

a fond smile forms on his face when he sees that the show she chose for the night is rick and morty, something he remembers her telling him a couple weeks ago. the volume isn’t too loud as to keep them awake, the sound just loud enough to make out the words of the characters.

the two sit and watch the show until their eyes become unbearably heavy, and when harry feels yn slide down even further under the blankets before cuddling into him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes open even if he wanted to. so he wraps his arms around her and pulls her even closer, despite knowing that they’ll get hot sometime soon, and he presses one last kiss to the top of her head before the exhaustion finally catches up to them and they’re asleep in seconds, light snores leaving their lips.

well…🥲

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ijustmissyouraccenths · 27 days

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Chocolate Hearts

CW: Smut

Word count: 4,541

Growing up in a small town was never easy. The days appeared to drag on with gloomy skies and bleak summers filling the calendar. Rain and storms consumed the days, leaving Stella feeling trapped inside her own home, binge-watching Netflix to pass the time. Despite these dreary conditions and the small town gossip that cause her to suffocate, Stella found solace in two things: reading novels at the quaint local bookstore and pursuing her passion for photography.

Behind the lens, Stella was a master. She had an eye for capturing beauty in the simplest of subjects. Her clients ranged from families to businesses, and sometimes beloved pets. While most of her projects were fairly small, she had managed to gain a decent following on social media thanks to the artistic and creative nature of her photos.

Then, through pure luck, an opportunity presented itself about an hour away - the chance to photograph Harry Styles at an arena for her portfolio. It would be a stark contrast to her usual work - the bright lights and frantic movements on stage would provide a new challenge for her skills behind the lens. When her sister's boyfriend, who worked security at the venue, offered her this rare opportunity, Stella couldn't turn it down. It was a chance to showcase her talent on a larger scale and potentially open doors for her career as a photographer.

She meticulously packed her gear, carefully selecting the best lenses and camera body for the upcoming task. Her vintage-style paperboy camera bag was neatly filled with all the necessary equipment, ensuring that she would be fully prepared for whatever lay ahead. Taking a moment to center herself, she sat down and focused on her breathing, a technique her therapist had taught her for moments when she needed to relax and gather her thoughts.

With a deep breath, she swiped the keys off of the counter and bid farewell to her cat before heading out to her car. While she wouldn't necessarily classify herself as a fan of Harry Styles, she found him charming and had enjoyed his performances in the few movies he had been in. There was something about his energy that drew her in. She couldn't deny that she had a One Direction phase in high school, so there was a small part of Stella that felt giddy at the thought of seeing him in person. She always thought her was attracitve and even had a little crush on him.

The drive to the arena was smooth, but finding parking proved to be a nightmare. Eventually, she made it inside and checked in, grabbing her pass before being escorted to where she would be shooting. In her mind, she imagined that she would have a decent view of the stage, but when the security guard handed her off to Harry's manager who then led her down winding hallways backstage, it became clear that she would not just be photographing the show - she would have access to something much more intimate and behind-the-scenes.

The manager wheeled around to face Stella, his slicked-back hair catching the light as he spoke. "I hope you're okay with this," he said, over the hustle and bustle of the backstage preparations for Harry Styles' show. "Originally we needed someone for the show, but our usual photographer is out sick and we need some content for Instagram."

Stella nodded, trying to suppress her nerves. She had been ecstatic when she was offered the opportunity to shoot photos of one of the worlds biggest musicians, but now that it was actually happening, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed. Her palms were getting clammy as she mentally went through her checklist, making sure she had everything ready to go.

"I'm good," she replied, flashing a quick smile at Harry's manager. "I'm all set up and ready whenever you guys are."

But what Stella wasn't prepared for was walking into Harry's dressing room and seeing him shirtless, with his stylist carefully crafting his iconic hairstyle. She couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest as she took in his toned tattooed torso and muscular arms. This wasn't how she imagined meeting her high school celebrity crush.

Harry turned around from the chair and greeted her with a warm smile. "You must be Stella," he said as he walked towards her with open arms.

Stella couldn't believe she was actually hugging Harry Styles. She took in his scent, the strong muscles of his back pressing against her as they embraced, and she couldn't help but feel herself falling deeply in love with him. It was like a bug had bitten her and infected her with an infatuation for the charming and talented musician.

"I am," Stella finally managed to say, trying not to let on how starstruck she was. "Thank you so much for allowing me to come today. I've never really done anything like this before, it feels like such a big opportunity."

Harry chuckled and then ran a hand through his hair, causing it to fall in soft waves around his face. "No worries, love," he replied with a playful wink. "We're happy to have you here. And I was thinking we could mix things up a bit for the photoshoot. Let's do some portraits but also some candid shots of me getting ready, organizing my clothes, that sort of thing."

Stella's eyes sparkled with excitement at the idea. She couldn't believe she was going to be taking intimate behind-the-scenes shots of Harry Styles. This was definitely going to be the highlight of her photography career so far.

As Stella clicked away with her camera, capturing every moment of Harry getting ready, she couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of confidence around him. It was as if his vibrant energy was contagious and had spread throughout her body, lifting her spirits in its wake. She found herself contorting into unusual positions to get the perfect shot, lost in the thrill of documenting this experience.

"So Stella, we have a whole week off and I want to explore. I never get out to this area of the US. What's there to do around here?" Harry's deep, smooth voice sent shivers down her spine.

Stella paused for a moment, caught off guard by this unexpected conversation. "I um," she stuttered, "I actually live in a small town about an hour north of here. I'm not too familiar with the area."

Harry nodded, his curiosity piqued. "Is it cool?" he asked, his tone laced with genuine interest.

Stella shrugged, "It's alright. There are some nice bakeries and vegan restaurants. I have my studio there. It's a bit hipster but quiet and charming. Oh, and there's a really cool vinyl store. And hey, if you need a place to crash, I have a guest room." She added the last part jokingly, assuming that a famous superstar like Harry Styles would be staying in a luxurious penthouse suite.

"Let's do it," Harry declared with enthusiasm, catching Stella off guard once again.

"Really?" she gasped in disbelief.

Harry simply nodded and explained, "I've been wanting to escape to a smaller town where I can blend in and do normal things without being recognized. Sounds perfect."

Stella couldn't believe her luck as the show went on and eventually came to an end. The plan was for her to go home and wait for Harry while he finished up his final performance and got cleaned up before heading over to her place. She inwardly thanked herself for deep cleaning her house the day before, she was prepared to have everything to be perfect for Harry's stay.

"I-I didn't think you'd actually want to come," Stella admitted as they said their goodbyes.

Harry chuckled and replied, "Isn't it a bit crazy?"

And with that, their unconventional journey began.

Stella sat at home, anxiously awaiting Harry's arrival. She had cleaned her small apartment, lit a few candles, and put on a record to set the mood. With a quick glance at the clock, she grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass to calm her nerves.

As she took a sip, her doorbell rang, causing her cat to scurry off in alarm. Stella placed her glass down and smoothed out her outfit before opening the door. The crisp fall air rushed in, bringing with it the tantalizing scent of Harry's cologne - a masculine blend of woodsy and spicy notes that never failed to drive her wild.

"Welcome to my humble abode," she greeted him with a shrug, trying to play it cool. He hugged her tightly before setting his bag down and taking off his shoes.

"It's lovely," he remarked as he looked around her eclectic apartment filled with vintage knick-knacks and furniture straight out of the 70s. Stella blushed with pride - she may not be much of a decorator, but this was her personal style and Harry seemed to appreciate it.

"I don't think there are many places open for dinner right now, but we can order takeout if you'd like. I know it's late," Stella suggested.

"Oh, that would be great. I'm actually quite hungry," Harry admitted with a sheepish grin.

Stella returned his smile and poured him a glass of wine.

"For you," she said softly as she handed it over.

Together, they sat on her cozy couch, looking through takeout menus. Their options were limited, so they settled on a 24-hour Korean BBQ place that offered delivery services.

"You know," Stella began as they waited for their food to arrive, "I was somewhat surprised when you agreed to come over tonight. You don't even know me."

Harry simply shrugged in response.

"You seemed nice and warm. Sometimes, you have to take a chance in order to truly live," he said with a hint of wisdom in his tone. "I'm constantly surrounded by strangers in my line of work, always staying in hotels. I thought, why not spend some time with a stranger who offers a sense of home? That sounded nice right about now."

Stella placed a comforting hand on his knee and rubbed lightly with her thumb.

"Well, if I can provide that sense of home, even for a little while, then I will." As they sat on the couch, making small talk and waiting for their food, Stella couldn't help but feel grateful for this unexpected connection she had made with Harry.

Stella and Harry’s conversation was soon interrupted by food arriving. The two sat in silence and then cleaned up in silence. The energy of the room could only be described as tired. Stella took Harry down the hall and showed him the bathroom and then took him to the room he would be staying in.

They hugged goodnight and said their goodbyes before Stella finished turning off the lights and heading to bed herself. She wondered how she would sleep. She felt guilty for trying to fall asleep. A part of her felt like she had to stay on duty and protect the treasure that was in the room over. When in reality, if someone broke in she would be the first to go.

The next morning dawned, and as her drowsy eyes gradually cleared, Stella almost forgot that Harry was in the room next to hers. A warm, sweet scent wafted through the air, reminding her of home. Slowly, she got out of bed and walked over to her vanity, taking a moment to fix her disheveled appearance before stepping into the living room.

There stood Harry in the kitchen, his back turned to her as he focused on cooking. He must have heard her footsteps because he turned around with a smile.

"Got up early. Went on a run, found a store and decided to cook for ya," he said over his shoulder, his voice filled with warmth and affection. Stella's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.

"Oh Harry! You could've woken me up," she exclaimed, feeling guilty for not helping him with breakfast.

But he just shook his head, his light curls bouncing slightly with the movement.

"It was nice. To go out and not be known," he shared with her.

Stella looked at him with loving eyes, marveling at how this famous celebrity could find solace in anonymity.

"I can only imagine. I don't know how you do it all the time. No privacy. Going on a date and having the world see it even if it sucked. I can't imagine, and I’ve been on some pretty bad dates.” she confessed to Harry, unable to hide her admiration.

He laughed lightly, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Well. Why don't I take you out on not a bad date?" he suggested casually, but Stella's heart nearly stopped in her chest at his words. She couldn't believe it - was Harry asking her out on a date?

"If you're sure," she managed to say, trying to keep her cool.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and giving her a warm hug.

"It wasn't just luck, Stella. I found your Instagram a while ago. The small town pics, the cat, the photography. I know your sister's boyfriend and I knew I had to meet you. I was practically drawn to you," he confessed, sending shivers down Stella's spine.

She couldn't believe it - this famous, talented, and incredibly attractive man had an interest in her. With a newfound sense of confidence and excitement, Stella accepted his invitation for a date, eager to see where this unexpected connection would lead them.

Despite being unfamiliar with the town, Harry managed to find a quaint restaurant and drove Stella there in his rental car. For once, he felt a sense of normalcy - the feeling of dating someone without the baggage of fame and paparazzi constantly hounding them. The drive was short, but it gave him time to take in the picturesque scenery of the small town.

As they arrived at the restaurant, Stella's face lit up with recognition. She had been here many times before, and it was clear that she loved this place. The staff greeted her by name as they walked in, and Harry couldn't help but tease her about being the "famous" one.

"It's just a small town," she laughed, "everyone knows everyone."

Over dinner, Harry couldn't shake off the feeling that he already knew Stella, or perhaps had known her in another lifetime. He found himself wanting to do simple things like eating Korean barbecue in bed or buying silly chocolate hearts from CVS - anything to make her smile.

Stella too, felt an instant connection with Harry. Just yesterday she didn't remember his name, now she would drop everything and run away with him if he asked. She wanted him in every way possible.

Their meal ended too quickly, but the silence between them was comfortable and filled with unspoken feelings. After dinner, Harry suggested going out and doing something adventurous, but Stella simply wanted to be home - home with him and a bottle of wine. Much to his surprise, Harry was completely content with that plan.

He drove her back to her house like he had lived in that town his whole life. As they entered her place, Stella kicked off her shoes and made a beeline for the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of wine. She poured two glasses and handed one to Harry as she fumbled with setting up the record player.

Taking a few sips of wine to calm her nerves, Stella couldn't find the right record to play and let out a frustrated sigh then finished her glass by chugging it. In that moment, Harry realized that he would do anything to make her happy, even if it meant spending the night listening to terrible music.

Stella felt him behind her as he placed a hand on the back of her shoulders. Stella felt the heat of his body, an angelic presence stirring her senses from behind. His touch was electric on the back of her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. She turned around to face him, their faces just inches apart. The scent of his cologne filled her nostrils - masculine and intoxicating.

Wordlessly, she poured and handed him another glass of wine. Their fingers brushed against each other in the transfer, sparking a flame that coursed through their linked bodies.

"Your choice," she said with a teasing smile, gesturing to the records spread out on the table. He picked up one at random – some old jazz record she'd forgotten about. Harry placed it on the turntable and the sultry sway of a saxophone began to fill the room.

He moved closer to her then, invading her personal space as if he had every right to do so. Harrys hands found their way to her waist, pulling her flush against him. Stella gasped at the feel of his firm body pressing into hers.

“Is this okay?” he murmured into her ear. His breath tickled her skin and made her giggle.

“More than okay,” Stella replied. Her voice was husky, inviting.

His lips trailed kisses from her earlobe down towards her neck, stoking the fire that was quickly building between them. She clutched onto his hair for dear life as pleasure washed over her in waves.

As Harry's hands slipped under Stella's blouse, he gently brushed his fingertips along the small of her back before pressing softly against her bare skin. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as she leaned into him, her heart pounding in anticipation. His other hand slid around to her waist before moving slowly downwards, tracing the lines of her hip and finally reaching the edge of her silk panties. Stella gasped, feeling a rush of heat spreading through her core at his touch.

"Harry," she whispered, unable to form complete thoughts as he began to explore between her legs, teasing and stroking with expert fingers. She leaned into him, letting out soft moans that were quickly drowned out by the music playing in the background. His warm breath caressed her neck, sending shivers down her spine as he nibbled lightly on the soft skin there.

In response, Stella reached up to run her fingers through his hair, loving the feel of it between her fingertips as he continued to tease her. The way he touched her was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before - it was like he knew exactly what she needed, right from the start. With each gentle caress and sigh, she felt herself growing hotter and wetter under his touch.

His fingers found their way inside and she couldn't contain a moan as he teased into places that made every nerve ending light up like fireworks going off in slow motion. He moved with an almost practiced ease that left her panting for more; it was clear that Harry knew exactly what he was doing and it felt so good - better than anything she could have ever imagined. She couldn't help but wrap one leg around him in anticipation.

The music flowed around them, the silky jazz notes wrapping them up in a sensual embrace as Harry's fingers danced with hers, his hands exploring every curve and contour of her body.His touch was firm yet gentle, eliciting soft moans from Stella.

As his mouth neared hers, she parted her lips, eager for his kiss. Their lips met in a tender yet passionate embrace that left them both breathless. He tasted like wine and desire, his tongue dancing with hers playfully before delving deeper into her mouth. They broke apart for air, panting heavily as Harry trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone while continuing to stroke her inner thighs.

Stella continued to run her fingers through his hair, tangling herself up in those curls that smelled of sandalwood and sex appeal. The scent alone made her dizzy with lust; she needed more of him than just this small taste. The warmth from his body seeped into hers as they swayed together to the music—a slow song that matched their slow dance of seduction. She could feel his hardness pressing against her leg; it wasn't long before she grew wetter than ever from anticipation of what was to come next.

Harry leaned back slightly to look at Stella who looked back at him longingly. Her eyes were filled with desire, her pupils dilated from the alcohol and passion. He took a step back to remove his shirt, revealing toned abs and muscles that rippled under his tattooed skin. His hair fell onto his forehead in soft waves, framing his face as he reached for the button of his jeans. With a low growl of need, he undid the button and slid down the zipper before pushing the denim down to rest on his hips.

Stella watched hungrily as Harry stepped out of his pants and kicked them off to the side, revealing a large erection that strained against his boxers. She licked her lips involuntarily at the sight of him, feeling her own arousal growing stronger by the second.

The jazz music continued softly in the background, creating an intimate ambiance between them as they moved closer together once more. Their bodies swaying slowly as if in tune with the melody. Harry pressed himself against Stella's Core invitingly; she could feel how hard he was through their thin fabric separating them.

His tongue traced her earlobe gently before nibbling playfully at it causing shivers to run up her spine. He whispered huskily into her ear, "I want you.” His accent driving her crazy.

She moaned softly in response as he trailed kisses down her neck and collarbone, his warm breath sending shockwaves through her body. His hands roamed over her curves possessively.

"Harry," she breathed out wanting more than just teasing now; needing completion beneath this hands.

The sight of his arousal straining against his boxers made her lick her lips in anticipation. He was thick and hard, and she could see a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. "Oh god," Stella moaned quietly under her breath.

Harry swiftly discarded his boxers, revealing his length fully to her gaze. Her eyes widened slightly at his size, but there was no fear in her eyes – only an eager curiosity as she reached out to touch him. Her small hand wrapped around him firmly, making him groan in pleasure.

With one swift move he pushed her onto the carpeted floor, pulled off her panties, and spread her thighs wide apart. She looked up at him from beneath heavy lashes, anticipation brewing like a storm within those sultry depths. His fingers found their way to her slick heat, nudging open sensitive folds to gain access to the secrets hidden within.

His finger dipped within the wetness, coating himself in it before retreating to rub circles around the swollen bud nestled above. A bolt of pleasure shot through Stella's body and she writhed beneath him; gasps spilling freely from her parted lips. "Fuck...Harry..."

He continued to tease gently at first, before picking up speed - each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body as he taunted that sweet spot relentlessly. His other hand kneaded and tweaked her breasts, heightening the pleasure. Stella's back arched off the floor as he brought her closer and closer to that edge.

"Harry... I..." she stammered out breathlessly. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as an orgasm ripped through her body.

Her screams of pleasure echoed in the dimly lit room as Harry continued to stroke her through her orgasm, drawing out the waves of pleasure until she was left panting and spent beneath him.

Slowly, he nudged her legs further apart with his knee before guiding his hardness to her entrance. She whimpered slightly at the feel of him pressing against her but nonetheless lifted her hips to meet him halfway.

He filled her slowly; each inch driving a gasp from both of them until he was fully embedded within her. Their bodies were connected now - not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually too. Their movements soon found a rhythm; slow and deep thrusts that had her wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

His pace gradually increased as they both chased their release; Stella's nails leaving trails down his back as she clung onto him. It wasn't long before she felt another rise in pleasure peaking; this one even more intense than the last. "Harry...I'm going to..."

With one final deep thrust, she screamed his name as pleasure fell over her once again; Harry following suit shortly after with a groan of his own. He collapsed on top of her panting heavily; their sweaty bodies entwined in bliss.

Their shared connection was undeniable. Passionate yet tender, their lovemaking was something far beyond mere physical satisfaction. And so their story began, Harry fell in love with the small town over the week and vowed to visit in when his time was free.

As the week in the small town came to an end, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. He had never expected to find such a powerful connection with someone in such an unexpected place. But as he looked at her sleeping form next to him, he knew that this was just the beginning of something special.

He gently brushed her hair out of her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face when she saw Harry watching her.

"Good morning," she said, her voice still heavy with sleep.

"Morning," Harry replied, unable to keep the smile off his face as he leaned in for another kiss.

They spent their last day together exploring the town, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever they could. They were both reluctant to say goodbye, but they knew it was only temporary. They had promised to stay in touch and make plans for future visits.

As they stood at the airport saying their farewells, Harry made a promise to himself – he would come back here whenever he could. This small town had captured his heart in more ways than one.

In the weeks that followed, they kept their promise and stayed connected through phone calls and messages. And when Harry's schedule allowed it, he would make the trip back to that small town, always finding new adventures and creating more memories with her by his side.

His bandmates noticed a change in him – he seemed happier, more at peace. And when they asked about it, all Harry could do was smile and tell them about this magical place that had become his sanctuary.

But as much as he loved visiting this small town and spending time with her, Harry knew that eventually their paths would diverge once again. His music career took him all over the world and she was rooted in this quaint little town. With that knowledge looming over them, they cherished every moment they had together. And in those moments, their love only grew stronger.

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sinsirellaxx · 11 days

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Slytherin boys …

What the Slytherin boys would do to win you over

How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

What they do when you neglect them

What would they do to get you back if you left them for someone else

What makes them toxic?

How would they react to you getting jealous?

What they are like when they’re jealous

What they’d be like if you broke up with them

Things you do that turn them on

What they’ re like if you put them in their place

What they’d be like if you show up at their dorm crying

They only have a soft spot for you

Ass, Boobs or Thighs?

What they’d do if you wore a short skirt

NSFW Headcanons

When they actually fall in love with you

You find out you are a bet/They find out they were a bet

you (respectfully) criticize them in bed

You put them in your place and now they want you back

Most to least toxic

How would they react to reader with long hair

You are hit by an unforgivable and they have to watch you suffer

Theodore Nott x Reader

How could he not(t)?

In the Middle of the Night

The grass on the other side …

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

“I fcked up.”

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Ball Dates and Jealousy

Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Forgotten hero, friend and love

Jealousy

Hot headed

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

The Sallow-Cupid

Thomas Shelby x Reader

The force that is Thomas Shelby

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Unwanted Bride (coming soon)

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narrycherries · 9 months

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)

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word count: 3.2k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)

You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.

When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.

“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”

“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.

You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”

She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.

Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.

“Da da.”

“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.

It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.

“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”

She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.

After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.

“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”

“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.

She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.

“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.

“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.

“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.

You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.

“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.

“Da da da.”

He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.

“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.

“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”

He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”

“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.

“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.

“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.

“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”

“Ma ma!”

Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”

“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.

“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.

“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”

“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.

She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.

“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”

“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.

It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.

“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.

“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”

Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”

You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”

“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.

“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”

Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”

To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.

She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.

“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”

She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.

“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.

He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.

“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”

“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.

“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”

“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.

Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.

“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.

Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”

“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.

“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”

She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.

“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”

Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.

“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”

“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”

He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.

“Da da!”

“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”

“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.

“Aw, my sweet baby.” He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”

“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.

“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.

Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.

“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”

You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.

“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.

Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”

“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.

He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”

“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.

“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”

Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.

“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”

You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.

“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”

You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.

“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.

“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.

He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”

“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.

Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.

“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.

He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”

You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.

A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.

“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.

He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.

“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”

He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.

“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”

“Do you want to?”

He smacked his lips. “Of course!”

His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.

“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”

(a/n: someone requested some morning time dadrry content, so hope u enjoy! It’s a bit short, but I love this pairing + baby so don’t worry! More to come x)

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Description - harry is back home and home is wherever harry is

A/N - this man has my whole fucking heart! i wanted to create a montage of tiny moments that i can imagine happening whilst on tour in manchester just so i have a fic to remember my show by <333

warnings : fluff overload!!! smut (disclaimed just before it happens)

June 14th 2022

11AM - arriving on mancunian soil

It was 11 AM and you were getting off the tour bus from Glasgow.

It had been long day travelling with an early rise, but Harry and the crew needed to get to Manchester in time to set up the stage and settle into accommodation before the big day tomorrow.

You walked down the stairs of the bus after Harry, watching him silently struggle with the luggage bags because he didn’t want you carrying anything. It made you smile when his shoes touched the floor.

Because Harry was back home, baby.

Glasgow had been amazing and had really boosted Harry’s confidence for a stadium tour being a good decision. He had been terrified to go on stage the other day, but with a little push from you he was all better.

“I can’t do it, babe.” Harry sighed with frustration through another sob. He had gotten really upset and overwhelmed with the fact the first show of his tour, like all the other shows, was in a stadium.

“Yes you can!” You replied calmly. “Come sit here with me.” You patted the spot on the sofa next to you.

He was dressed in his outfit already, head to toe in a colourful combination of blue and yellow. He looked so pretty, clad with some glittery strawberries attached to his jacket - courtesy of you asking to have them added.

You were in joggers and a Love on Tour hoodie, because you had been ill this morning and couldn’t find the strength within you to get properly changed. Harry didn’t mind. If anything, he preferred you when you were dressed like this because it made cuddling so much easier.

“Will y’hold me?” He pouted, after rubbing his eyes free from tears. It made your heart sad to see him like this, but you knew just what would help him overcome this.

He came and sat next to you and you wrapped your arms around him to pull you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and allowed his head to rest on your chest. His cheek was squished against one of your boobs and even though it was slightly uncomfortable you let him stay anyways.

“H?”

“Yeah?”

“When I was little I dreamed of a good bedtime story.” You began, listening to his breathing start to slow and his tears fade. “Unfortunately that was never on the cards for me. It can be, however, on the cards for this one.” You patted your belly lightly, knowing your baby was tucked safely away inside.

“I’m not sure I follow.” Harry said, placing his hand on top of your stomach regardless.

“I’m trying to explain that if you go on stage tonight and perform, on your own tour, in a stadium for the first time, imagine how epic that bedtime story would be.” You smiled, thinking about how Harry would be so excited taking this story in the future.

“That would be a cool story. And I do want to be a cool dad.”

You chuckled before answering. “So then go sing your heart out so you can create some amazing memories to share and pass on. Yes?”

Harry sat up, still sitting close to you. He hesitated, not knowing whether to reply first or give you a kiss but he ended up kissing you first. When it came to your lips there was no way that he could resist them - they were too soft and pretty.

“You’re pretty fucking amazing baby.”

You bumped into Harry’s body with too much force for it to not be an accident, which is why he turned around.

“Where’d y’go then?” He asked, knowing your brain had taken you to another planet momentarily.

“Just thinking about how proud I am that you’re doing all this.” Your smile beamed a thousand sunshines at him. His smile felt like more.

“Baby, I don’t particularly want to cry right now in the middle of a car park but I will if y’don’t behave yourself.” He laughed, bringing you into his side with his long arm and kissing you firmly on the top of your head.

He lead you both towards an awaiting car, which you instantly recognised as Harry’s. He loaded the suitcases in the boot and you stood around “being beautiful” as Harry called it. Jeff was also stood nearby, where another car waited for him.

“So are you going to your mums, H?” Jeff asked as Harry shut the boot.

“That’s the plan yeah. I’ll be at the stadium for around 9ish tomorrow morning, if that’s okay? Just want a night at home and I promised this one breakfast.”

He pulled you to his side, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tight against his back. You tucked your hands onto his arm that was held around your shoulders, rubbing your thumb softly over his tanned skin that was softer than a rug of velvet. He was oblivious to it, but he gently swayed you back and forth in his hold like he always does.

“Yeah no worries. Um, I think it’s going to be hot weather so just take care of yourselves. Both of you.”

“‘Course, yes.” Harry said whilst you nodded your head, knowing that you’d be in fact the one reminding Harry to keep hydrated rather than the other way around.

“Alright. See you too tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late now!” Jeff joked, walking to the drivers side of the car. Harry flipped him the bird in response.

As Harry walked you to your side of the car and opened your door for you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Gonna keep me up tonight, hm?”

“Talking to bubs and drawing patterns on y’belly with m’finger? Then yes?”

“Just as I thought.”

12PM - arriving home

“Oh shit! I forgot flowers for your mum.” You sighed.

Harry had just pulled up outside his mum’s house, leaving space on the drive in case she needed to move her car at any point.

The journey hadn’t been too long. You had thought you would need a nap, but as soon as Harry put on the ‘Beautiful World Where Are You’ book you were hooked. You’d listened to about half of it by the time you arrived and were very excited to finish it now.

“Mum doesn’t need flowers.” Harry laughed, bringing your hand that he had been holding all journey up to his lips to kiss softly.

“Every mum needs flowers, H.” You rolled your eyes.

“Noted.”

He squeezed your hand and that was the moment that you knew that your house was going to become a jungle of flora when this baby was born.

You climbed out of the car, not waiting for Harry to open the door for you - which he actually got upset about - before collecting your bags and walking up to Anne’s house. Harry already knew the front door would be open, because Anne often had so many guests coming in and out.

“Mum! I’m home!” Harry shouted through the house, hoping it would reach her.

“Oh!” You could both hear and excited squeal from somewhere within the house. “Did you bring my favourite daughter-in-law?”

“She’s your only daughter-in-law.” Harry mumbled under his breathe, to which you elbowed him in his side. He let out a groan and an angry face.

“That was for making me seem less special than I am.” You raised your eyebrows at him, moving around him to greet his mum before him.

Harry would never openly tell you this, but he actually did deserve that elbow to his ribs because what was he thinking turning you into something less special than you actually are. There was no denying you were the most precious human being in his life and he deserved any punches thrown his way to be claiming otherwise.

He smiled as he watched you and Anne go in for a bear hug, squeezing each other tightly after not seeing each other in a while. Anne often treated you like her second daughter, especially after hearing about your horrific childhood.

Harry made sure all the bags were in and the car was definitely locked, before closing the door behind him.

“And how’s my baby?” Anne asked, walking up to him and warmly kissing him on both his cheeks.

“Good. I’m doing well.” Harry nodded, smiling because he actually was happy and not putting it on.

“Have you had a haircut?” Anne asked Harry.

“Y/N/N did it for me the other day.”

Thinking back, it probably hadn’t been your greatest decision, since you were both slightly tipsy over a bottle of red wine, but he was sorted out later on and now he looked as gorgeous as always.

“Oh fuck.”

“Did y’just shave off my entire head of hair?” Harry giggled instead of being genuinely concerned.

“No. I forgot to water my cactus.”

��Who cares about y’cactus. Look after me first!” Harry was so clingy, like a small-child, when he was drunk but drunk-harry was one of your favourite genres for just that reason.

“If my cactus dies I will cut off all your hair.” You threatened him.

“And give me a buzzcut?”

“The annoying thing is you’ll probably look good with a buzzcut too.” You sighed, going back to cutting off tiny segments of hair that was too long. You weren’t a hairdresser by any remark, but Harry asked you to give him a drunk-trim and so here you were.

“Only ‘cause I’d wear it with confidence.”

“Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re hot.”

“Are y’complimenting me m’love?” Harry leaned his head back over the chair which he was sat on, because otherwise he’s too tall for you to reach.

“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty.” He hummed in appreciation and puckered his lips for you to give him a kiss. And you did.

“Good job.” Anne smiled and lead the way into the kitchen.

Before you could enter the kitchen after Anne, Harry pulled you back by the wrist and tugged you into his chest so fast that you didn’t even realise you were kissing his lips until a few seconds later. It surprised you that much that before you could get in to it, he pulled back in order to keep the PDA down to a minimum - as you liked it to be.

“What was that for?” You smiled cheekily.

“Just apologising, ‘cause y’are very special.”

5 PM - lounging around

The fire-pit was crackling away and the stars were out in their millions.

Everyone was sat outside on the garden sofas, underneath blankets and sipping glasses of wine to sounds of the soft jazz playing in the background.

Harry was sat in the corner section of the sofa, his long legs out in front of him, and you placed in between his legs and back resting against his front. You both had a blanket draped over you and Harry nursed his wine glass in one hand whilst softly tracing circles on your arm with his other. You were becoming more and more tired, but also more and more excited for tomorrow.

Gemma and Michal were over, along with Darren and Anne. It was just the closest members of the family for now and it was so lovely to chat to his family like this.

“Going to play Fine Line tomorrow H?” Michal asked, sitting close to Gemma whilst drinking a bottle of Corona instead.

“Not sure, y’know? Can’t help but think it needs to stay back in my previous era.” Harry replied, you feeling the soft vibrations from his words against your back.

“New beginnings and all that.” Darren nodded, understanding where Harry was coming from.

“Yeah.”

“Speaking of new beginnings, how’s the little one doing?” Anne asked, pouring herself another glass of red.

Harry’s hand immediately put down his own glass of wine, his priority now being on your tiny tiny baby bump. Once his attention was drawn to it, it was hard to steer him away. He loved being close to you even more now, because it meant being close to the baby.

“Good, yeah. Went to the doctors a few days ago and everything still seems good.” You nodded.

“Got an ultrasound picture an’ everything. It’s in m’wallet I’ll have to show y’later mum.” Harry’s smile beamed so bright it was close to being brighter than the fire in front of you all.

“Can’t believe I’m getting a grandchild finally.”

“I’m going to be such a good Aunt.” Gemma added and everyone agreed. “They are going to be spoilt rotten.”

“Especially since this one here is their dad,” You poked Harry on his cheek and his dimple only went wider. “Already has Alessandro and Harris on standby.”

There was no doubt that Harry was going to be the best dad to exist.

He obviously had the means to provide lovely clothes and a beautiful house and good education, but that wasn’t what was important to you. You wanted your child to grow up in a home where there was love filled every ceiling heigh and every basement low. You wanted no room to go without a smiling memory, because your child was going to have the happiest life.

Harry knew how much a good childhood upbringing meant to you and he was going to fulfil that to the best of his abilities. Heck, he didn’t know the first rule of being a dad but he sure as hell wasn’t going to quit if he face plants over the first hurdle. Harry wanted his child to be happy and loved and kind and you knew they would be.

“And your mum.” He reminded you.

“Mum is just going to knit tiny shoes and hats and mittens, whereas Harris will probably create runway inspired dresses.”

“And bub is going to look adorable in everything, especially y’mum’s knitted clothes.”

“I’ve still got all of Gem’s and H’s baby clothes if you want to have a rummage through them?” Anne asked.

“That would be amazing! Thank you.” You smiled warmly, overly excited about baby clothes now. “Now I just wish this one would come sooner.”

“Soon, m’love.” Harry kissed your forehead.

10 PM - bedtime routine

(smut after ***)

“Fuck. I’m so tired.”

Harry flopped onto the bed in just his boxers, them hanging very dangerously over his v-lines. There wasn’t a good enough word to describe how good he looked.

“We don’t have to go out for breakfast tomorrow.” You said, applying hand cream to your hands because they got dry when you were endlessly travelling.

“But I wanna take y’to this little café down the road.” He sighed, standing back up and walking into the bathroom. He pushed his hair out of his face with his hand and then used one of your headbands to keep his hair out of his face whilst he washed it.

He used some expensive looking soap and cream, but whatever it was worked beautifully because he has the most smooth and flawless skin you’d ever seen.

You put some toothpaste on your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.

“I dwo wa yo to owerwok yosef.” You said with a mouthful of toothpaste, making Harry giggle from not understanding and causing you to obtain a toothpaste moustache.

“Whatever you say, honey.” He kissed your forehead, choosing to love on your lips later - when there’s not so much minty foam everywhere.

The two of you continued your routine together, Harry moving on to brushing his teeth as you made sure you’d used mouthwash to finish cleaning off your teeth.

Harry allowed you to apply his cream to his face, because he loved the feeling of your hands over him. He smiled when your thumbs pressed into the parts of his face that never really got touched, enjoying his free massage. You let him apply some Pleasing serum drops to your cheeks and temple, rubbing it in softly to let soak for the night.

“Y’did so well with these Pleasing products.”

“You know that I worked my hardest for it.”

“Not as hard as you had to work on grafting me after our breakup.” You teased, poking him on his side as you vacated the bathroom.

He left just after you, turning off the light and following you closely back to bed.

“Hey! Y’know I hate talking about that part of our story.” He pouted.

You both got into bed at the same time, Harry immediately cushioning you into his body. Sometimes you felt like you were his human teddy bear and all of the time you adored it. He didn’t cushion you as tightly anymore though, because he was aware of the baby inside your tummy now.

“Well it happened. And you know I forgive you. And you know that I love you.”

“Yeah, but I hate thinking back on a time when we weren’t always like this. Just doesn’t seem right.” He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Couples and relationships aren’t supposed to be stable. They are meant to have bumps and diversions, because in the end that’s what makes them stronger. Sure, we had a rough patch, but who knows if we hadn’t gone through that then would we still be about to have a baby together? Maybe not. In which case, thank you for breaking my heart when you did and thank you, also, for fixing it.”

Harry was silent and you were wondering whether he had gone to sleep, in which case what a knob. You lifted your head to see and he was staring back at you with so much love in his eyes it looked like it was ready to ooze out of him.

You smiled at him. He smiled at you.

“What?” You asked quietly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.

“I really need to love on y’right now, okay?” He asked and gently pushed you off of him and onto your back on the mattress.

***

“Are y’okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows with concern and he came to hover above you. He leant into your hand on his cheek and twisted his lips to the side to give you a gentle kiss to your palm.

“Just want to show y’how much I love you. Can I?”

“Of course y’can.” You smiled and leant up yourself to meet his lips with yours. It started off as a slow and loving kiss, but both of you were ready for each other - hungrily kissing each other wanting more and more.

Your lips moved in time with his and your chests met each others, your clothed top meeting his bare chest. One of his hands stayed pressed into the bed beside your head to keep him up, whilst his other cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as closely to his as possible. He teased your mouth by biting slightly on your lower lip and you moaned in reply, allowing him to deepen his kiss and love on you more.

He moved his hand from your jaw and used it to push your body flat on the bed again, but you used your hand cupped around his neck to bring him down with you. You didn’t want a second away from his pretty lips, soft smacking sounds filling the room as you each got to taste one another. Your tongues worked against each other in a fight to see who could win.

Harry’s kisses started to move southwards.

He started kissing along your jawline, sucking on the one spot he knew made your toes curl. You moaned in delight and Harry to stop for a brief second, panting heavily as he hovered above you again.

“Y’need to be quieter baby. There’s people just down the hall. I know it feels good, but sshh.” He kissed your lips again, before you could nod.

When he moved to just above your collarbones you started to moan and whimper again and Harry knew if he wanted to carry on, which he really fucking did, then he would have to keep you quiet some other way.

He moved down your body and let the covers fall off you both, the room heating up anyway. He curled his tongue out of his mouth and bit on it slightly as he watched your body pant heavily beneath him. You looked spent already and he hadn’t even done anything. He was quick to dip his fingers in the waistband of your blue-lace panties and draw them down your legs, before coming back down to be closer to your face.

“If y’can’t keep quiet then I’m going to have to shut you up myself baby.” He said, stuffing your panties in your mouth. You rolled your eyes at how hotly he looked at you and how good it felt to have him feel against your now bare core.

He went back to kissing down your chest, over your tank top. He kissed and kissed until he decided he was too bored of the fabric covering you and instead pushed it up your chest so it exposed your perky breasts and over your arms until you were completely naked. He licked his lips quickly as he sat up on his knees to watch you below him.

Your breathing was erratic and your body was already going into overdrive.

“Fuck me, y’so pretty. Aren’t you?” He gawked at your body, licking a finger of his and then trailing it up your body, over your belly button and swirling your two nipples before finally bringing it up to your mouth. “Open.”

Your mouth complied the best it could and he stuck not one but two fingers in, pumping them in and out of your mouth as they got wetter against your dampening panties.

He took them out and went straight to your cunt, pushing both fingers inside of you slowly. Your mouth would’ve dropped open if it could, but instead your back just arched and your hands went up over your head as you tried to find something to hold on to. Luckily this bed-frame had bars at the top of the headboard, so your fists went to clench around two of them as Harry continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.

He smirked as he watched you try to hold it together.

He dipped his head down, leaving soft kisses on your belly for the little one, before giving you one last final look and then attaching his soft lips to your glisteningly wet pussy. He moaned in pure joy as he got a taste of you, sending tiny vibrations through your core and all over your body. Your held on tighter to the bars as Harry licked faster and harder, sucking all of you that he could. His fingers still pumped hard, thumbing over your clit when he pulled back from kissing it, turning you into a silent whimpering mess.

Your toes curled and back arched dramatically when you came, feeling so euphorically high. Your chest was heading as Harry rode you through your orgasm slowly, drawing out the endless pleasure. One of your hands went down to his head to try and push him away, but he was too insistent on staying attached to your cunt and licking every last drop of your release that you didn’t even love him an inch.

It was only when your body started going limp that his head sat up and looked up your body towards your face. You were a sweating mess, but looked beautiful regardless.

“M’good girl.” He smirked as he kissed your lips again sloppily, allowing you to taste what was left of you on his lips.

It was a perfect way to end your day.

•••

June 15th 2022

8 AM - breakfast date

The sun was already shining hard.

You were in a pretty white sundress and black Docs and Harry was in gym shorts and a Pleasing hoodie. You both didn’t really care to match with each other or even with the clothes you were individually wearing, because you were only on a breakfast run.

Hand in hand you walked down the road to the breakfast bar that Harry constantly loves to take you when he’s back home. One of Harry’s favourite activities is showing you around all the places he grew up in and explaining the stories that are tagged to the location.

“Y’look very pretty today.” Harry smiled at you and it smiled up at him. Just for that compliment, you leant up to give him a big kiss.

“Thank you.”

You walked a bit further before Harry got stopped by an woman.

“Harry? Is that you?” She spoke, taking her sunglasses off her eyes and up onto her forehead.

“Mrs Vernon?” Harry gasped, lifting up his own sunglasses and pulling away from you.

He went up to her and gave the woman a big hug and you stood by awkwardly smiling as you watched them greet each other. You weren’t sure who she was, but she clearly knows Harry in a way that makes her superior to him if he’s calling her by her second name. When they pulled away Harry didn’t instantly come back to your side.

“Oh, and this must be Y/N?” Mrs Vernon asked, tutting as she looked over you. You smiled at Harry nervously, but he nodded encouragingly.

The woman offered her hand out and you shook it politely.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” You spoke shyly.

“You probably don’t know me but I was Harry’s teacher when he was a crazy 4 year-old child.” She laughed and Harry did too, whilst you made an ‘oh’ noise as you came to terms with understanding their relationship.

“Crazy? No!” Harry replied sarcastically, when both he and you knew he nothing but crazy as a child.

“I cut my mums entire back lawn with scissors one time.” Harry told you in one story.

“I saw m’mum dye her hair once and I wanted to do it too. So i took m’arts and crafts green paint and used it in my hair… Let’s just say I was pretty bald after that moment in my life.” In another.

“Oh and I used to sleep with my dog in his dog basket because I was scared he would get lonely.” That story you’d grown quite fond of.

“How are you doing though?” Mrs Vernon asked, standing in a more comfortable position.

You stood a bit closer to Harry, but behind him because you were still feeling slightly shy. You used your hands to attach onto his arm and he looked down at your briefly to check that you were actually okay.

“I’m really good! I’m actually back in Manchester ‘cause I have a show tomorrow and Thursday.” He explained.

“Yeah y’mum said. I saw her in, ooh where was it, um, I think Tesco’s the other day and we got to talking about you or whatever. Anyways she ended up inviting me and managed to get me and m’friend tickets.”

“No way! That’s amazing! Which night?” Harry asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“Ah, I’ll make sure to spot you out of the crowd.” He winked and she laughed. Little did she and you both know that he would actually succeed in finding her in the crowd.

“Yes. Alright, well I better get going and leave you too to it. Lovely meeting you Y/N.”

“And you.”

After she’d hugged Harry again and wandered off does the road, Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief. It was so rare that genuine people came up to Harry for genuine purposes, so seeing his old teacher must’ve been quite humbling and gratifying.

“That was weird.” He laughed through his words.

“Really?”

“Yeah. The last time I saw her was at a parents evening!” You both laughed at that as you continued walking down the road.

“Were you a good child? Or naughty?”

“I think I was just a bit wild. Then music made me more serious, at least at the beginning. And then I met you…” He squeezed your hand.

“…And you wish you could be wild again?”

“I mean you make me feel like that anyways, but you also give me purpose and responsibility and in a way I think I want and crave that more.”

After you too blushed it out some more with your back and forth compliments, you found the breakfast place to be closed so you ended up walking back to Anne’s and ordering a Starbucks Deliveroo.

Then it was onto the stadium.

11 AM - soundcheck

Harry had never smiled this much before.

He was stood on stage in a white t-shirt and some Bode shorts, whilst sound-checking his songs in preparation for tonight. He could hear the screams of fans whilst hearing him soundcheck.

You always believed that he would come to stadiums like these and perform for thousands of people, but you never thought it was make you as emotional as this. There were no crowds right now. Just you standing in an empty stadium, watching him rehearse and feeling nothing but sheer pride.

“Can Mitch play his section of song again please?” Someone said over a microphone and Mitch could be heard jamming over the loud speakers.

“Brilliant, yeah. Now Sarah hit the bass drum please.” Loud thumping beats came from the speakers and it sent volumes of energy right through your body. If this is how you felt now, you couldn’t begin to explain how you’d feel later.

“Now Harry, let’s go for Late Night Talking.”

You had walked closer to the stage, finding yourself somewhere within the GA pit at the front and you couldn’t help but begin to dance when Harry started singing. You could hear fans screaming and starting to sing with him and it was so exhilarating.

Harry stood at his mic to sing, but you knew later he would be running up and down and left and right along the stage. Once the adrenaline kicked in for him, there was no stopping him. Without a wired mic he was unhinged. In the best way possible.

Once he finished the section he had to sing you clapped and cheered, along with the fans outside the arena too. He laughed at you and fiddled with his in-ears to keep him from blushing.

You walked closer again, finding yourself in the Kitchen pod. You stood at the barricade and pretended for a moment how it would feel to be the fan that does get Kitchen pod barricade, because that would probably be life-changing. In your honest opinion though, you can have just as much fun at the back of the stage than you can the front. Possibly even more.

Harry made sure his mic was turned off before pretending to have a fan interaction with you.

“Hi, what’s your name?” He asked, holding out the palm of his hand in your direction whilst looking at you with a dopey smile.

“Y/N!” You shouted, not knowing whether he could hear you with his in-ears in.

“Alright, alright! Bloody hell, love! Louder than me with a mic.” He joked. “Y’having a good time tonight?”

“Yes!”

“Who did y’come with tonight?” He smirked.

You looked behind him briefly to see that the band were watching you two with love hearts in their eyes. People often said that just watching you and Harry have a conversation was like watching two hearts yearn for one another. You two were ridiculously in love that people wished they had what you two have.

“My husband.”

“Your husband?” He sniffled his nose in an effort not to blatantly smile. Every time you called him your husband he would automatically blush and start grinning from ear to ear. The man was whipped. “And where is he right now?”

“He ditched me to go sing karaoke or something.” You shook your head, pretending to me disappointed.

“Karaoke?” Harry scoffed, breaking character to raise his eyebrows to the fact you’d just compared his job to karaoke. “Not heard that one before. Any particular kind of karaoke?”

“Um… Harry-oke?”

To that Harry burst out laughing and unfortunately it was at the same time the microphone was turned back on, so his laughter echoed the arena and thousands of fans could be heard cheering on the other side. You put your hand over your mouth as you tried to stifle your laughter, but it was no use.

Harry was laughing so much that his eyes started to tear up, having to cough into his arm when he overdid it on the laughing. He titled his head back whilst he stopped pacing to let out a few last chuckles, before coming to a stop and breathing calmly again.

“Babe. It wasn’t that funny.” You laughed as you shook your head over his silly antics.

“Yes it was. Y’do make me laugh good, baby!”

“Oi! Harry! Stop flirting with y’wife and start singing!” Harry got told off by one of the sound producers and he rolled his bottom lip in pretend terror.

You shook your head and remained leaning against the barrier as you watched him perform Late Night Talking again. This evening he would have to make eye contact with over 50,000 people, yet right now he was only looking at you.

6 PM - pham’s photography

It was currently golden hour.

The sun was setting behind the beautiful harrie-filled stadium and the view couldn’t be more perfect.

Harry had been getting his hair and outfit on, whilst you stood staring out across the field of people and simply thinking. It was impossible to form words about a view like this. It was impossible to form words about how proud you were of Harry. It was simply impossible to wrap your head around the fact that this was actually real.

You had been vlogging for quite a bit of the day, wanting to make sure you had good footage for these shows since they were Harry’s home shows. You were creating a ‘Love On Tour - Tour Diaries’ series on your YouTube channel and the fans were loving it so much.

It had started as a poll on your Instagram, asking whether anyone would be interested and so many people voted yes to the point where the poll was 99% yes and 1% no.

The Glasgow vlog has been a real success with thousands of positive comments still filtering in.

user1: i hope y/n posts these videos for every single tour date because they make my heart so happy

user2: the fact i feature in this vlog…. and harry might watch it I CANT BREATAHSHAJSHSHAHQ

user3: the part where harry walks in on y/n filming backstage with two cups of tea and starts talking because he doesn’t know y/ns filming… like THAT’S what he’s like behind the cameras and i will now kms

user4: y/n>>>>>>>>

user5: can harry hire y/n as his full time videographer like that would be great please and thanks

You smiled at how much love Love On Tour was creating.

When you felt his arms snake sound your waist you breathed in his heavenly scent. He smelt fresh and clean, no doubt in preparation to just sweat it all off again when he steps foot on stage.

“Y’okay?” He asked quietly, even though it was just you two and Pham in the room.

Harry had asked Anthony to take some backstage photos of him before the show, but before that he wanted some candid photos with you. You weren’t even aware that Pham was in the room, but that helped the photos look more candid in the end.

“Missed you.” You snuggled back against his hold, both of you looking out at all the people.

“I was gone for like an hour.”

“Too long. I hate sharing you.” You pouted, feeling like wanting a bit more attention right now.

“Baby, y’gonna have to share me with over 50,000 people tonight though.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.

“Hmm.”

Harry didn’t like that answer, so he let go of your briefly to walk in front of you and block your view of the audience. He made sure that your face was looking at his, your eyes making contact with his. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better by the tiny dimple and crinkles by his eyes, a sign he was going soft on you.

His arms snaked underneath your armpits so that he could bring you in for a hug, allowing your cheek to rest against his chest. You sighed heavily and allowed your arms to reach around his middle to hug him back, scrunching the material of his t-shirt tightly in your fists to hold on a little tighter.

“Y’gonna tell me what’s got you upset?” He asked softly, not pressuring you at all.

Anthony silently left the room after he asked that, feeling like it was not his place to stay for this conversation. Harry would call him back in a bit when he wanted some more photos, but for now his focus was on you.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know whether you want to tell me or you don’t know what’s got you upset?”

You shook your head, not knowing how to answer. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and it was getting harder to hold them in.

“Cry if you want you cry, baby. I’ve got you.” He said so softly, it could’ve been passing breeze of wind.

Your body overcame with a few small sobs then and you allowed some tears to fall. Your body was shaking in Harry’s arms, but he made no effort to loosen his hold on you. His hands started rubbing small patterns on your back and shushing you calmly to get you to soften your cries.

“M’sorry.”

“Nothing to apologise for. Nothing. Just want to know you’re alright. Y’know I hate to see you cry.” He kissed the top of your head a few times to remind you that he was still here.

“Just feeling so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, pulling your face away from his chest to look at him.

Harry’s thumbs wiped under your eyes to clear them of tears and kept you close to him for comfort. “Okay. Can y’tell me why?”

“I’m… it’s just i’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Harry, like, I don’t even think I understand by just how much, but I do. Um, and I never thought I’d ever feel like this and I guess it just hit me today seeing all these people here for you. I’m just… overwhelmed, like I said.”

“Thank you for letting me in.” He kissed your forehead first, letting his lips linger longer than just a quick second. As he pulled back you noticed tears in his own eyes and he had to blink them shut tight a few times to stop himself from properly crying.

“Are you okay?” You asked him this time.

“Just, fuck— i’m just so proud of you for expressing yourself like that to me. You’ve come so far baby. God, you’re going to make me look terrible by the time I go on stage if I can’t stop crying over you!” You both laughed in admiration. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Then he leaned down to take your lips in his, pushing against you with all his strength so that he could get as good a taste of you as he possibly could. He’d never loved someone as much as you and he enjoyed tasting your love for him all over your lips. You both whimpered as you kissed each other, desperate to stay attached to one another for as long as possible.

When he pulled back he looked into your eyes before kissing you again, moving his hand down your spine and resting it on your lower back. Your hand curled around the back of his neck in order to bring him closer to you. You both poured so much love over each other, like lava being tipped from a kiln - only you would burn in fire for him and his lips.

“I want to cry all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right now.” You said, pulling away from his pink lips to let him know.

“I say that to myself every single minute, of every single day, of my fucking life. As corny as it is to say, you are the only reason why I still believe in love and, well, I fucking adore you for that.”

8:30 PM - pre-show butterflies

Harry was stood in a circle with his band, whilst they gave each other a pep-talk before the show starts.

The band were surprisingly very calm, Mitch keeping his genuine cool as always. Harry though, was very tense. You could see it in his shoulders and the way his eyebrows were getting closer to becoming permanently knitted together.

After they’d spoken with each other, Harry went and stood to one side away from everyone else. You didn’t go over to him straight away, respecting the fact that he might want a moment alone.

“I think he’s nervous.” Sarah popped up beside you.

“Yeah, me too. I’m not overly sure why though.” You twisted your lips in thought, looking to Sarah to see if she had any clue.

“He said something about the fact the wants the show to be good enough to repeat as a bedtime story? I don’t know, he just seems off.” Sarah shrugged her shoulders and you sighed in relief, understanding potentially what could be wrong.

You walked over to him and stopped in front of him. “You want to talk to me?” You offered, smiling a small smile that you hoped would be comforting and reassuring.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. Feel weird inside. In here.” He pointed to both his stomach and his heart.

You nodded and got closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his middle, giving him as warm a hug as he wanted. He squeezed you tightly back, so it was clear that he was in need of this particular hug. Pulling back, you pulled his top down slightly, thanks to the stretchy material, and kissed his skin over his heart hoping it would calm it down.

“Kisses make everything better.” You explained your logic, before putting his top back to where it was sitting previously. You would’ve taken up his shirt and kissed his stomach too, but you knew that Harry ran off adrenaline for his tour shows so you didn’t want him to lose them for a kiss.

“Especially from you.”

“Don’t overwhelm yourself, H. If you go out there and give your genuine 101% then no on can ask for more. If you go out there and give 80% then it just means that the next show will be bigger and better and that’s just as exciting. You can’t expect yourself to be at your best for every show, that’s not how it works. Your fans know that too. You were brilliant in rehearsals. Amazing in Glasgow. Now this is a home crowd, H, baby. A home crowd. It doesn’t get more special than that.”

He smiled at you and sniffled once, shaking his head lightly from side to side. “I couldn’t be doing any of this without you, lovie. Thank you.” He leant down to kiss you, both of your lips moving in sync for the last time for a few hours.

“Now go make Manchester crazy, then come back to me and we’ll see about having that rom-com marathon.”

And so he started pacing backstage before Sushi.

10:15 PM - post-concert shenanigans

Harry stood on stage blowing kisses off his fingers towards the crowd and you couldn’t stop crying.

Your heart was beating so fast.

Tears streamed down your cheeks.

Harry bowed to the fans as they waved him goodbye. Most of those fans might never see him again, so to some of them this could be a forever goodbye. You never want to imagine a day where you have to say goodbye to him. He is the centre of your world and everything else orbits perfectly in your life because of him.

Harry blew some final kisses and waved a few more times, before sprinting off stage.

You watched as the Love Band left shortly after and the lights went down on the stage set. You had to breathe out a heavy sigh from how overwhelming that had been to just watch, let alone what Harry must be feeling after performing through it.

“Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Anne asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. She was concerned that all these heightened emotions weren’t healthy for you, or the baby, and Anne had promised her son that she’d take care of you both.

“I’m okay.” You nodded sadly, sitting back down in your seat after standing for so long.

You stared at the vacating audience, not able to contain your sobs. Gemma came and sat down on the other side of you, pulling you in for a hug that you could rest your head on her shoulder for. Gemma of all people would understand, just like Anne, because when you’ve known someone for so long and understand how important this moment means to them that sort of then reflects onto you. It’s all very shattering.

“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, Y/N/N, but you have to listen to me when I tell you to calm down.” Gemma spoke softly.

“S-Sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry for. I don’t know how I’m keeping it together myself, to be honest!” Gemma, much like her brother, loved using humour as a tactic to calm someone down or un-serious a situation.

“I’m just so p-proud.”

Gemma nodded and hummed in agreement. Your cries had softened now, with help of Gemma’s soft voice and comforting hug. You breathed out a shaky breath and wiped your hands over your eyes, when you phone vibrated.

H💓💐: I heard someone needs a hug? I’m on my way xx

Harry was originally supposed to be in a car immediately after the show, to avoid any fans spotting him and crowding him, for both his and their safety, but now instead it seemed he was making his way to you. Something no doubt his security were fuming about.

You were going to meet Harry back at Anne’s house and you were all going to have a celebratory glass of fizz to cheers the night away, but all you wanted now was a cuddle with H and nothing more.

“C’mon let’s get ready to go.” Gemma said from beside you, standing up herself and gathering her belongings. You nodded in agreement and started collecting your own things.

Once you moved inside the building, after being sat on the terrace, you noticed just how many members of Harry’s family were here along with friends too. It was so amazing to see so many people here to support him. It was a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him in this world, even though you sometimes wished it was.

A loud round of applause echoed the room, along with some wolf-whistling. You could only best assume it was Harry.

And it was.

He was making his way through the crowd, quickly thanking people and saying hello. He told others he would be back in a minute, he just needed to find someone. His security stayed at the door, knowing this was a safe place for him to be, as he weaved through the crowd of people in an effort to find you. Unfortunately for him you were all the way closest to the outside door, but he honestly didn’t care.

As long as he got to you, he would be okay.

As soon as he spotted you your eyes started watering again and you had to fan your face to keep it from it exploding with tears again. Before you could cry though, Harry brought you into his chest with his arms, covering you the best he could. Your arms stayed close to your own chest and your sniffles began. Harry’s cheek squashed itself down onto the top of your head after giving you a multitude of pretty kisses.

“Hey, hey. Ssh I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He whispered to you and no one else.

Even though it was a very private moment in a very public room, you still felt like you and Harry were alone. He made you feel like you were the only person ever and it made you feel extremely special.

Anne was secretly taking a few photos of the two of you, because even though it was an embarrassing moment for you they turned out to be your most favourite photos ever. It was a moment that symbolised a historic moment in Harry’s history.

“I-I love you s-so much. So proud o-of you.” You hiccuped, staying close into his chest.

“Thank you, bub. That means a lot coming from you, baby.”

“Thought you’d be the emotional one, not me.” You laughed, embarrassed slightly.

“Hey if you need to cry, you know i’ll always be here for you to cry on.”

He squeezed you a little tighter and your heart grew a little bigger.

You leaned your head back and looked at him in awe. His forehead was sweaty and his hair was a complete mess, but he’d never looked more perfect to you. He smiled a grin at you and you couldn’t help but give him one back, both of you having a loving silent conversation with the twinkles in your eyes.

12 AM - late night talking

“Babe? Will y’fill a glass of water for me please?”

Harry asked as he took the bin outside to throw away.

Everyone was back home now. You two staying the night at Anne’s again. Harry has apologised that he couldn’t stay and talk to people, but people were very understanding and made him promise a few beers when he was next back home.

Harry had driven you both home, luckily managing to escape the car park in enough time to beat the traffic. You dreaded to think what time the last fan out of the stadium would be home.

After having some tea and toast, you’d gotten ready for bed and then came and watched the news headlines with Anne. After saying goodnight to one another you and Harry were just sorting some last few bits in the kitchen, before you both too would head to bed.

You poured Harry a glass of water and watched him come in to lock the door. He guided you out of the kitchen and turned off the lights, moving to the front of the house to turn on the alarm whilst you walked upstairs to the bedroom.

About ten minutes later you were both tucked up in bed and absolutely exhausted. Your loud yawn was a sign of that.

“Tired baby?”

“Just a little. Don’t know how you do it, H.”

“I guess the fans drive me. Knowing there is at least one new person at my shows every time, makes me want to go out there and put on the best performance of my life just for them. That might be their only chance to see me, so best make it worth their while.” He explained and you smiled with pride.

“Since when did you become so wise, hmm?”

“You’re rubbing off on me, that’s what.” He tickled your side, making you giggle.

Harry laid on his back whilst you were curled into his side, your ear getting to hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating. Your hand rested on his bare chest, softly tracing the outline of his moth tattoo like you often did - he told you it helps lull him to sleep quicker.

“Out of 10, how would you rate that show then?”

“9.7 maybe. I just… I was so nervous that I wasn’t too into every single word of every single song. Tomorrow I think i’ll be better.”

“Well y’couldn’t tell. You were a rockstar up there tonight.” You moved your head very slightly to kiss his chest and you felt his arm briefly tighten around you in thanks.

“And how does it feel to be dating a rockstar?”

“Dating?”

“Y’know what I mean. Married, dating, same thing.”

“No they’re not.” You playfully whacked him on his chest and he giggled like a child. “Don’t think y’can say we’re dating when we haven’t gone on a date in like a month.”

“I’m slacking, God, sorry.” He sighed.

You shook your head before continuing. “You know that I would rather have moments like this with you, than eating Spaghetti at a fancy restaurant.”

“Me too.” He kissed the crown of your head.

“Although if y’do want to take me on a date, I won’t be opposed to it.”

“Maybe I’ll take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower, when we’re in Paris, and we can share a baguette together.”

“Harry that is so stereotypical.” You playfully hit his stomach as you laughed.

“Or when we go to Italy, we can have pizza and red wine along the beach front.”

“Think i’ll be too far along to drink by that point, H.” You brought his hand to your own stomach and allowed him to rest it there. Sometimes he didn’t like touching your bump without consent, because it could get a bit uncomfortable what with touching you there all the time.

“Then we can share a lemon iced water.”

“Mm sounds amazing.” You hummed in delight.

“Anything to keep you happy and this one safe.” Harry snuggled tighter into you and you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“You make me happy just by existing.”

•••

June 16th 2022

12:00 PM - meeting the fans

Today was an absolute scorcher.

The layers of suncream felt like it was doing nothing against your skin and you had to opt for an airy dress in order to remain as cool as possible.

Whilst Harry was in rehearsals, you decided to take a look at the area that the fans would be in for later. The fans weren’t let in until 1:30 PM so you still had plenty of time before you’d have to disappear for safety reasons. There were a tonne of food carts, selling burgers and chips and ice-creams. The food looked delicious, but you were also too nervous to eat and stomach anything.

Harry had been worried about you this morning, because you had thrown up a lot and yet you had barely eaten in the past few days to be doing so. He sat with you on the cool tiled bathroom floor for at least an hour, which is why he appeared late to the venue this morning.

“H, you have to go. You’re going to be late.” You sighed, resting your forehead against the toilet seat.

Harry sat just a little behind you after tying your hair up in a low bun with one of his hairbands. He was stubborn to a fault, just as you were, so he rolled his eyes when you spoke.

“I don’t give a fuck. Not when you’re like this.”

“I’ll be oka…” You stopped mid sentence to start throwing up again, pure liquid filtering out of your system. It was disgusting, but this is what a mixture of being pregnant and having potential heatstroke looked like.

“You were saying?”

After watching you eat a dry cereal bar, Harry felt better and only then allowed the two of you to leave for the stadium. Anne and the rest of the family would meet him at the venue later as there was no point in waiting around all day. You felt sorry for the fans that did have to queue around all day and especially in this heat too. It was exhausting just being out in it for a minute, let alone hours and hours on end.

Just when you were rounding the corner you spotted all the fans queueing up behind the stage, ready to be let in. They were clearly here for early entry or one of the pods - at least that is what Harry had told you. When one of them spotted you they shouted your name and before long there was a whole crowd of them screaming. You alerted the security guard, who Harry had made you take with you, that you were going over there and he nodded.

You took out your vlogging camera and started recording them as you got closer. They all cheered louder and waved towards your camera. Once you had some good montage footage you put your camera down so you could speak to them.

“Hi! How are you all?” You asked, standing not too close to them like Harry had taught you just in case someone grabbed you. It wasn’t always something that you had to be aware of, but especially now that you’ve got your little one growing inside of you you have to be extra careful - and the fans are unaware of your pregnancy so far.

“We’re so excited!”

“Yeah, buzzing!”

“Is this your first time seeing Harry?” You asked.

“This is my eleventh.” Someone said, causing you to catch sight of some people rolling their eyes.

“This is my first.” Someone else said and you smiled at how excited they look.

“Is it okay if I film us having a conversation for my vlog?” You asked, always checking for consent.

“Of course!” That girl said and a bunch of other girls gasped and squealed for them.

You held out you vlogging camera to get you and the girl in the frame, noticing some of the other girls were trying to poke their heads in the background. They knew that Harry watched all your videos so this was their way of getting a Harry notice. It was like trying to be in a photo that Pham took.

“Wait what’s you name sorry?” You asked, before pressing record.

“Orla.”

You pressed record. “So, Orla! How does it feel to be seeing Harry for the first time?” You asked, smiling at them rather than directly at the camera. You’d learnt that it makes you look more real and genuine when you filmed it this way.

“Not real? Like I know he’s real and stuff, but I also don’t believe that. Like I won’t believe he’s real until I see him with both eyes.” They explained and you nodded your head like you understood.

“I still get that feeling too.” You laughed and others around you did too. “And what song are you most looking forward to?”

“If I say Fine Line will he play it?” Orla asked.

“It’s Harry….” You said, knowing Orla would understand. That man was such a tease that it didn’t matter whether or not someone wanted something, he would only do what made him happiest on stage. He was kind of a queen for that.

“Ok, so I’ll say Matilda instead.”

You smiled a sad smile, your mind going straight to how Orla might have a similar backstory to you and how impactful that song can be to people like you. For the camera though you tried to put on a better smile, because you knew when Harry watched this at a later date he was going to be annoyed at himself for not being here to give you a hug at a sad moment. Matilda was your favourite song to listen to too, just because it was so personal and raw. Harry told his creative director that he didn’t care what other songs went on the setlist as long as Matilda was on there. For you.

“Good choice.”

9:30 PM - on-stage shoutout

“Now,” Harry spoke into his microphone, dragging the wire behind him so he didn’t trip. “Let’s talk boyfriends.”

The crowd screamed so loudly and you had to take your camera out to record it all.

“Who’s ever had a boyfriend?”

Deafening screams. You whooped in the background too.

“Who’s never had a boyfriend?”

The screamed were even louder that time.

“Who’s ever been a boyfriend?”

The screams were very minimal. Harry booed into the microphone too, making people laugh.

“Who never wants a boyfriend?”

Those were the loudest screams.

“I gather you’re all screaming because boyfriends are trash. They never treat their person right and you can always count on them letting you down. Luckily for me I’m a husband not a boyfriend.” He cheekily smiled and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder.

You shook your head and smiled at how silly he was. Other people around you cheered for you and him, whilst others simply watched on.

The crowd went crazy when he spoke and then they started chanting your name, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”

You put your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to cry again. Gemma took your camera off of you to get both both you, the crowd and the stage in shot. You laughed as people continued to chant your name - all over 50,000 of them.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Harry bent his arm at the elbow and pumped it up and down in the air, barking for you as people chanted your name.

This was so wild for you.

“Yes, Y/N is m’wife,” The crowd screamed again, “Up there someone, I think.” Harry pointed in your general direction and you waved to the crowds below. You laughed at how crazy everyone was going for you, never thinking that this kind of experience would ever happen to you.

The stage screens suddenly lit up with a view of you, a camera somewhere obviously having found your face. You cringed as you saw yourself, bending over to try and hide the view of you. People screamed for you louder then and Harry turned around to catch sight of you on the big screen. Later in TikToks people would see Harrys face light up at the sight of you.

fan1: did you see his face? fucking hell that man is so whipped for y/n

fan2: it’s the way my boyfriend has never looked at me like that ever….

fan3: look at y/n going all shy and that only making harry grow in awe of them more

“Ayyee!” Harry shouted into the microphone when he saw you. “That’s my wife!” He pointed at you on the big screen happily, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Alright Y/N/N this one’s for you. Sorry I’m not always the greatest boyfriend, but every day I grow and learn from you. For you.”

Then the guitar strums came in for Boyfriends.

11:00 PM - home

“You did it.”

Both of you were now snuggled up in bed again, just talking about the days events and how epic the past few days had been. What was even greater was that it wasn’t just stopping here, because it Wembley in a few days time and that was only going to be more electric.

“I did it.” Harry smiled, chuffed with himself.

“We’re so proud of you.”

“I’m glad you’re here. Both of you.” He rested a soft hand on your belly.

“Thank you for everything. But most importantly, thank you for always coming home to us.”

“Always.”

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School Pick Up.

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word count - 700

in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees his best friend, his father standing at the gates.

Harry stood patiently at the school gates, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow around him. His daughter, Indigo, was finishing up her day in school any moment now, and he couldn't wait to see her.

With his signature pink phone case pressed to his ear, he listened intently to his wife, (Y/N), who was asking him to stop by the shop on the way home to get some bread.

"Hey, lovie, everything okay?" Harry greeted warmly, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the gate.

"Hi, H. Could you do me a favour and pick up some bread on your way home? We're fresh out, and you know how Indi loves her beans on toast after school," (Y/N) requested, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Ah, of course.

Since Indigo had started school back in September, each day after school either you or harry would whip her up some beans on toast, it was like her little treat for getting through the school day because god knows she hated going to that place.

Most morning you would drop her off and she would be hysterical, clinging onto you like a tearful little monkey crying out that she wanted her ‘daddy!’

"Of course, no problem. Anything else you need?" Harry replied, already mentally adding bread to his list of errands.

"No, that's it for now. If I remember anything else I’ll text you, Thanks, baby," (Y/N) said gratefully, her tone softening with appreciation.

"You're welcome, lovie. See you soon," Harry said, already looking forward to their reunion.

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Indigo's teacher led her class out of the building. Being in reception, Indigo's class was among the first year groups to come out.

The children, still buzzing with energy from the day's activities, chattered excitedly as they followed their teacher in a neat line.

Indigo, with paint smudges on her uniform and her brown hair now a tousled mess from a day of play, eagerly scanned the crowd of parents waiting at the gate.

Her heart leaped with joy when she spotted her dad, leaning against the gates. With her bag hanging off her shoulder, she couldn't contain her excitement.

"Mr Anderson, look, there's my daddy!" Indigo exclaimed, tugging at her teacher's sleeve to get her attention.

Her teacher smiled warmly and nodded, understanding Indigo's eagerness to reunite with her father. "Go on, Indigo. Have a wonderful evening."

With her teacher's permission, Indigo dashed towards Harry, her small feet barely touching the ground as she called out,

"Daddy!"

Harry's heart melted at the sight of his daughter running towards him. He pushed himself off the gate and opened his arms wide, ready to catch her.

As Indigo reached him, she threw herself into his embrace, her laughter filling the air.

"Hey, my indi girl!" Harry greeted, lifting Indigo up and spinning her around, his heart brimming with love and joy.

Harry placed her down on the floor before heleaned down to Indigo's level, a playful glint in his eyes. "How was school today, sweetheart?"

Indigo's face lit up with excitement as she recounted her day. "It was really good, Daddy! I played with my friend Tommy, and we made a castle out of blocks in the sandbox."

Harry chuckled, tousling her hair affectionately. "Tommy, huh? Sounds like y’had a blast. But y’know the rule, no boyfriends until you're thirty-five, alright?"

Indigo wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Ew, no, Daddy! Tommy's not my boyfriend. Boys are yucky!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated reaction. "Oh, really now? Well, s’a relief. M’not ready for you to have a boyfriend just yet."

Indigo nodded vigorously, her brown hair bouncing with each movement. "Me neither, Daddy! Boys are gross!"

Harry smiled, feeling a surge of affection for his daughter's innocence. He squeezed her hand gently, grateful for these lighthearted moments together. "S’my girl. You focus on having fun and being yourself. No need to worry about boys just yet."

Indigo grinned up at him, her dimples deepening. "Okay, Daddy! I'll remember that."

"Alright, Indi, it's time to go home and see Mummy," Harry said, gently guiding his daughter away from the school gates.

Harry brushed his finger over her knuckles, “You know what that means indi girl?”

She gleamed up at him, dimples shining. Before exclaiming:

“Beans On Toast!”

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Summary: You get your wisdom teeth removed and Harry looks after you.

Pairing: Boyfriend Harry x Reader

Word count: 2,290

A/N: Thank you to the lovely follower who requested this! I had fun writing this. hope you enjoy it!

The day you had been dreading was finally here; the day were had to have your wisdom teeth removed. You were grateful that Harry was able to take the day off to come with you and look after you. To say you were nervous was an understatement and you couldn’t hide it.

“You’re shaking love” Harry remarked as he looked across at you for a brief moment while he was driving and placing his hand on top of yours to help comfort you.

You hadn’t noticed were visibly shaking but you looked down and saw your shaky hands, you sighed in frustration.

“I hate this” and Harry smiled sympathetically “I know you do babe. Just think, within an hour it’ll all be done and we’ll be back home. I’ll be with you the whole time, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want” he offered and you smiled over at him.

“Fancy switching places with me?” You joked and he stifled a laugh “if I could I would babe but you’re gonna be just fine, think happy thoughts” he said, which was much easier said than done.

You weren’t being ‘put under’ for it since your dentist had assured you wouldn’t need it and that the teeth were “easily accessible” whatever that meant in dentist talk so you were more nervous that you would be awake the entire time.

He pulled up outside the dental practice and turned off the engine. You were sitting with your head against the headrest, trying to hold it together. You let out a shaky breath to try and slow your heart rate down.

“Breathe baby, you’re okay. Take a big deep breath in” Harry instructed as he helped you slow down your breathing. You did as Harry said and held it for a few seconds “and slowly out” he said and you blew out, trying to calm down.

“Better?” He asked and you nodded, keeping your eyes closed. “It’ll be okay, I know it’s scary but I won’t leave your side alright? I know you can do this” he said brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

You sighed once again and opened your eyes to see Harry looking at you sympathetically.

“Come on, let’s get it over with” he said as he encouraged you. You knew you had to do it, there was no way of getting out of it so you pulled yourself out of the car and took Harry’s hand for support as you walked into the dentist.

If your stomach wasn’t already doing somersaults before, it certainly was now that the all too familiar clinical smell hit you like a ton of bricks as soon as you stepped inside.

“I feel sick” you whispered to Harry “it’s okay, just try to slow your breathing down. Go and sit down and I’ll check you in” he said placing a kiss on your forehead.

You walked over to the waiting room and took a seat in one of the empty chairs. Luckily, there was only one older man reading a paper who was sitting in there with you.

You looked at your phone for the time, it was 9:55am, it only 5 minutes until your appointment. Your stomach felt queasy and you had started shaking again. Your heart stopped when you heard the waiting room door open but relaxed slightly when you seen it was only Harry coming to join you.

“You okay?” He said quietly while he was coming to join you.

“I’m great, never been better” you replied sarcastically and he laughed.

“Alright missy, enough with the sarcasm”

“Sorry, ignore me” you said to him.

“I’ll never ignore you” he said putting his arm around you for comfort. “How about after this we head home and have a movie day on the sofa?”

You nodded in response and it was quiet for a few seconds until the waiting room door opened again.

A young dental nurse came in and called for the man who was reading the paper. You were dreading your name being called next.

The thought of a man pulling 4 teeth out of your mouth while you were awake in just under 5 minutes, terrified you so much so that you were ready to stand up and leave, that was until the waiting room door being opened and you heard your name being called.

You must have looked like a rabbit in headlights as Harry chuckled a little next to you.

“Come on love” Harry said as he stood up and held his hand out for you to take.

You stood up, taking his hand and looking towards the door to see an older looking lady with dark brown hair which was pinned back with a claw clip.

“Morning darling! How are you today?” She asked kindly as you approached.

“Fine thank you” you replied sheepishly.

“Gorgeous day today isn’t it! I just love the sunshine, I wish it could stay all year round” she said cheerily as she led you back to the room. Her name tag read 'Anne' which comforted you a little bit as she sort of reminded you of Harry’s mum, Anne, who always chatted away and made you feel comfortable.

She was a bubbly woman who looked to be in her 50’s with dark brunette hair.

You couldn’t really concentrate on what she was saying however as you were just trying your best not to faint as you walked through the corridor.

Approaching the room, Anne held the door open for you “Here we are, on you two go in”

You walked in and a new wave of nausea hit you when you saw the dental chair.

“Hi y/n, in you come and take a seat” the dentist who was in his late 40’s said as you and Harry walked in.

You smiled sheepishly and said hello as you took a seat in the chair, Harry introducing himself to the dentist and then sitting down on the little couch that was situated by the window for friends and family.

“How are you today?” He asked as he pulled on a pair of gloves to get started.

“Fine thank you” you replied, your voice shaky as you couldn’t hide the fact you were scared.

“A bit nervous?” He said sensing your fear and you nodded “yeah, I’m not looking forward to it” you said and he smiled sympathetically.

“I completely understand, do you want me to run through how we’ll do it to try and put your mind at ease?”

You nodded and the dentist spent the next 5 minutes talking briefly over how the appointment would go. It did help put your mind at ease a little bit but you stomach was still doing summersaults.

“Think you’re okay to get started?” The dentist asked and you took a deep breath in and nodded your head before you could back out.

“Great, as I said just focus on your breathing the whole time and I’ll try get you out of here as quick as I can” he said which you appreciated.

You let out another shaky breath and tried to hold back tears as you really didn’t want to do this.

“You okay?” Harry asked and you nodded, tears filling your eyes. As soon as he asked you that, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

“Come here” he said coming over to hug you as you cried quietly into his shoulder.

“Aw darling, let me get you some tissues” Anne the nurse said when she noticed you crying.

“Talk to us, what are you most nervous about? Is there anything in particular we can do to help you?” She said coming over to you and handing you some tissues.

You thanked her and wiped away your tears. “Just all of it” you said and took a deep breath to try and compose yourself.

“Okay, how about you take a couple of minutes, have some water and we can take it from there? There’s no rush today y/n, take all the time you need. I’ll go and get you a bottle of water” Anne said placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder for comfort.

“We’ll look after you y/n, sit there for a few moments and we’ll start when you’re ready” the dentist said and you thanked him.

You sat with Harry for a few minutes, sipping on the water as he comforted you and hyped you up to get the tooth taken out.

“How are you feeling now?” The dentist said as he came to face you.

“A bit better now thank you, sorry I don’t know what that was I just got overwhelmed” you felt you had to apologise for your earlier emotional outburst.

“Don’t apologise, I don’t want you being upset. Do you feel as though you would be ready to start? It will only take 30 minutes max I promise” the dentist said to you and you looked to Harry who was crouching down by the dental chair.

“You can do this” he encouraged and you took a deep breath and nodded, allowing them to start the procedure.

The procedure actually went better than you thought with the teeth being removed in under 30 minutes. Harry was constantly by your side, rubbing and kissing your hand both as you were getting the injections to numb you and as the teeth were coming out. You were certain without him being there, you wouldn’t have been able to have gotten through it.

You were so relieved when the chair was being brought back up and you saw Harry smiling proudly at you.

“Well done my love, it’s all over with now. Just keep biting on that gauze for me” Anne said.

“You did really well y/n, especially considering how nervous you were. It was a straightforward procedure and the good news is the recovery time is only about a week” the dentist told you.

“I’ll go over some aftercare instructions with you but I’ll give you a leaflet also as I know it can be a lot to take in" The next few moments consisted of the dentist telling you how to look after the extraction sites and things to do and what not to do, not that you were taking it in as you were just relieved it was over and still in a bit of shock of what had just happened but nodded your head in agreement.

“Great. You’re free to go and as I said, if you have any issues, just give us a call”

Harry helped you to your feet and hold on to you as he steadied as you walked back to the car. Although you weren’t put under anaesthesia, you were numb, in shock and overall it was a slightly traumatic experience.

He helped you into the car before jumping round to the driver's side. "How you feeling?" he asked but he already knew the answer.

You rested your head against the window "Like crap" you were numb, certain you were starting to swell and tired from what you had went through.

"You did really well babe, I'm so proud of you. Let's go get a milkshake and we can go home" he said leaning over and placing a kiss on your head.

Within 30 minutes, you were back home in bed with Harry, with your milkshake and a spoon (Harry made sure you didn't use a straw as directed by the dentist) watching Netflix.

Watching 'The Night Agent' on Netflix, you felt your eyes closing as you fell asleep to the sound of the show.

It was the intense pain that eventually woke you up. You groaned as you opened your eyes "you okay y/n?" you heard Harry's voice ask you.

"It hurts" you told him, rubbing your eyes. He got out of bed and headed to the bathroom where he returned with a glass of water and some pain meds you had been prescribed.

"Take these love, it should help with the pain. The dentist said you'd start to feel something after about 4 hours"

"I've been asleep for 4 hours?!"

Harry laughed "You looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. Plus you probably needed the sleep after this morning"

"You fancy some soup? You'll be starving no doubt" he asked you as you took the painkillers.

You heard your stomach grumbled so agreed to some soup. "Yes please"

He made you some soup and sat in bed with you while you ate it before he ran you a bath. "I'm gonna go get you some ice babe, you're starting to swell" Harry said after your bath while you two were cuddling on the couch that night.

You looked at yourself in the mirror and you literally resembled Theodore from Alvin and the Chipmunks. "Fuck" you muttered as Harry walked back through "Caught a glimpse of yourself?" he laughed as he handed you the ice pack.

"I look like a chipmunk Harry"

"You're a very cute little chipmunk though. The dentist said the swelling was normal for a day or 2 so you'll be my little chipmunk for the next few days"

"I wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying about aftercare. I'll need to phone tomorrow and ask" You told Harry as you couldn't remember a thing they had told you.

"Luckily for you, you have the best boyfriend in the world who took notes" he said showing you his phone with a list of bullet pointed instructions. "Don't worry about it, I'll look after you babe" Harry said kissing your slightly swollen cheeks.

You smiled at him. You were so lucky to have someone as kind and thoughtful as Harry in your life.

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