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lyann94 · 9 months

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I think everyone needs to hear what my therapist had to say about Love on Tour ending. Bear with me it’s going to be a long one.

Good timing on my part I booked an appointment with her today right after I went to see Harry for the final show of LOT in Reggio Emilia. And of course Harry Instagram posts had me in tears in her office.

Let me tell you I was ugly crying and smiling and laughing at the same time because I was feeling that deep sadness but also the wonder and magic that is LOT. So when she asked me why I was so affected I proceeded to tell her about my experiences on LOT.

How thanks to his music, I got out of my comfort zone and travelled the world to see Harry. Me, a usually scared of everything grown ass woman.

I told her about the time some girls taught me the boot scoot for the first time in NY. How, despite the fact that I was alone, people made space for me, always.

I told her about that time I laid on the ground with a lot of other girls listening to and being healed by Matilda and holding their hands in Amsterdam. I told her how I took a complete stranger into my arms because she was feeling overwhelmed during Fine Line.

I told her about going crazy during Sattelite, I told her about the conga line during TPWK. I told her about the coming outs and how safe I was feeling

I told her about the crazing energy in Paris, the fan project in Vienna, dancing the Macarena during Watermelon Sugar in Frankfurt

I told her about how felt more and more confident and I made my own shirt for the final show. And how a girl came up to me saying she loved my outfit and gifted me with a friendship bracelet.

I told her how I felt like home in those concerts

This, in a nutshell is LOT.

But, I said, now it’s over? Now what?

She smiled and said:

But is it really over? Or is it the opportunity to keep going?

It seems, she said, that he was a mentor showing you the way, holding your hand so you could feel accepted and seen through those concerts. But those feelings, she added, they are not gone because the concerts stopped. Those feelings of acceptance, of love, of kindness they are still here. They don’t have to stop because the concerts stopped.

Maybe, she said, those are not harsh goodbyes but rather a sweet way of letting go of his hand so you could go out there and apply everything you’ve seen and experienced to the world. The opportunity to actively seek the happiness you crave using everything you’ve leaned through Love On Tour and move forward.

She was right, wasn’t she? Isn’t that a beautiful message? Wasn’t that the point of Harry’s whole speech Saturday?

So thank you Harry for your art and the messages you spread. Thank you Harries for you acceptance and kindness.

Let’s keep spreading that message.

And maybe when and if the time is right we’ll have the opportunity to teach new people old and new traditions, we’ll have the opportunity to welcome them and embrace them. Making them feel safe and seen.

Love On Tour Forever.

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atlafan · 4 years

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Let Me Love on You

a/n: based off this ask. Lots of fluff, and some smut.

You were five months pregnant with Harry’s baby. He was so happy when you first told him the news. It was unexpected, and an accident. Something about the antibiotics you had taken cancelling out your birth control. You had and Harry had been together nearly three years, so it wasn’t the end of the world. He was over joyed actually.

Your bump was just starting to show, you were in that awkward place where it looked like you had just gained some weight, and didn’t really look pregnant. Your first trimester was miserable. Between the morning sickness and the hormonal outbreaks, it was a wonder Harry still loved you. Even if he sneezed loudly, you’d yell at him for giving you a headache. He would just look at you with those big green eyes, and you would cry for feeling bad.

The second trimester was going much better. However, you hated the way your body was changing. You had to pee all the time, and even though you didn’t mind your growing belly, you hated seeing new stretches pop up on your hips and thighs.

“They’re really quite sexy, you know?”

Harry would try to comfort you while you rubbed cocoa butter all over your body in hopes of getting them to go away, and preventing new ones from coming. It was inevitable though. You blamed the media for making you think pregnant tummies were cute.

Harry continued to be amazing with you. Foot rubs, back massages, and all the love he could possibly give you. He loved being babied by you, he was essentially your first child. But he knew he needed to step up and take care of you more. You both were trying to keep the pregnancy under wraps from the media, so you began working from home. He loved having you in the house more. He’s make you lunch every day he was home. It was a nice separate togetherness.

He dove right into everything baby. You’d stay up late talking about baby names, and agreed that you both wanted to wait until the baby was born to see what its sex would be. He read every baby book he could get his hands on. You both had a conversation about getting engaged after the baby was born. Harry didn’t want to add the stress of planning a wedding to the stress there already was of having a baby, but he wanted to assure you an engagement and a marriage was coming.

“It’s only two weeks, Harry, I’ll be alright.”

He hated leaving for work. He wanted to be by your side every second.

“I’m going to need you more once baby comes, so please, work now so you can be home with me later.”

“I’ll call ya every day. What if ya need somethin’?”

“Babe, I’ll be just fine.” You give him a reassuring smile and a kiss as he leaves for London for two weeks.

Since your bump was becoming more prominent, you decided not to travel with him anymore. You didn’t want to risk the paps bothering you.

You didn’t mind being in your shared home more. You actually loved being able to be in it more since you weren’t working. It was private and had a large backyard. Every time Harry left for a work thing, you would spend time in your gardens and greenery, taking care of your plants and flowers.

Harry wanted to do something nice for you for when he got back. He took an earlier flight home at the end of the two weeks to surprise you. He had something special made for the baby, picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a box of your favorite chocolates.

“Love?! I’m home!” He yelled, entering the house.

You were just getting out of the shower, hoping to look nice for him when you thought he’d be returning later in the evening. You brushed out your wet hair, and wrapped your towel around you.

“I’m in the bedroom!” You yelled back. “What’s all this?” You giggle, looking at all of the things in his arms, and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Sit down, love, got ya some things. Got some things for baby too.” You sit on the edge of the bed as he stands in front of you. He looked so handsome in his salmon pink suit. He hands you the flowers first.

“Oh, Harry they’re beautiful.” You smell them and set them to your side. “I have a vase downstairs those will look perfect in.” Next he hands you the chocolates. You try to keep yourself from frowning. You didn’t want to gain any unnecessary weight, but you knew he meant well. “You better eat these with me.” He hands you a bag with some tissue paper in it, and gives your belly a little pat.

“For baby.” He says.

Inside the bag was a handmade blanket. Your eyes well up with tears as you look up at him.

“You loved your baby blankets so much as a kid, tried to have one made like yours.”

“It’s beautiful.” You snuggle it to your face, then set it down. You pull a onesie out that has TPWK on it. “I love this.”

“Figured we should teach baby early on.”

“I agree, thank you for all of this.”

“Got somethin’ else for ya, I was window shoppin’ and just had to get it for ya. Close your eyes for me.” You do as he says.

You really didn’t like when Harry spent a lot of money on you. Window shopping always meant jewelry. You wondered if he had gotten you a new charm for your bracelet, or maybe the earrings you almost bought last time you were in London.

Harry takes a small, velvet box out of his jacket pocket, and gets down on one knee. He had the ring made months ago, and knew he’d be able to get it on his trip. He knew your style, and had no doubt you’d say yes. He just didn’t want you to be annoyed since you both agreed you’d wait. But he couldn’t wait anymore.

“Alright darlin’ girl, open your eyes.” You gasp, and tears stream down your cheeks. “I know we said we’d wait until after baby came, but I love you so much. I don’t care if we have a long engagement, I don’t care if baby is a year old by the time we get married, I just want this ring on ya finger. I want everyone around us to know how much we love each other, and that we’re serious about our future together. As if the baby wasn’t proof enough of that. Will you marry me, Y/N, and make me even happier than you already do?” You’re speechless. You nod your head yes and stick your shaky left hand out to him, and he slips the ring on. You tug at his jacket and wrap your arms around each other.

“I love you so much, Harry. I can’t wait to have a family with you, and bring this baby into such a loving, happy home.”

“I can’t wait either.” He says stroking the back of your head. He scoops you up and sits you on his side of the bed, he sits in front of you.

“You know I slept on your side the entire time you were gone.” You giggle.

“That so? Missed me that much?” He opens up your towel so you can admire your small bump.

“Mhm.” You grab your jar of cocoa butter. “Would you rub this on me? Haven’t had time to moisturize yet, and I don’t wanna get my new ring all greasy.”

“Of course.” You toss the jar to him. He takes his jacket off and rolls his sleeves up. He warms the cream up in his hands before rubbing it on you gently. At first you didn’t want him doing this for you, but you grew more comfortable with it. He rubbed some on your inner thighs as well.

You and Harry had a very active sex life, but for the last month or so, you didn’t really want him touching you. It drove him nuts because he wanted you even more than before, but he respected that you just weren’t feeling it. As he rubbed on you, you realized how much you missed his touch. Your sex drive had come back while he was away. He parted your legs a little more and nearly whimpered at the sight before him.

“Would you let me love on you?” He asks making eye contact.

“You already are.” His eyes dart to your center then back to you. “Oh! That kind of loving on me.” You bite your bottom lip. “I’ve deprived you, haven’t I?” His bottom lip comes out in a pout as he nods his head yes. “Wasn’t very nice of me to only pay attention to one of my babies was it?” He shakes his head no. “Alright, yeah.”

Harry takes his clothes off, leaving his boxers on for the moment. You lift up so he can get the towel off you all the way. Revealing your large breasts to him. This was probably the one area you didn’t mind gaining weight in. His lips meet yours, and your tongues mold together. He can’t remember the last time he got to taste you. He nips at your jaw and neck, then kisses down your chest. He kisses down your tummy, and takes a moment to admire the bump. His thumb reaches down to your clit, and your breath hitches.

“Tell me, who put this baby in you?” He rubs slow circles on you.

“You did, Harry.” You loved when he talked to you like this. Harry loved being your baby, but in the bedroom he was your man.

It annoyed him to no end that the sex you had when you got pregnant was not let’s make a baby sex, so every time he fucked you after that it was like he was trying to put another baby in you.

“That’s right.” He plunged two fingers into your wet core, and you gasped with pleasure. “So wet for me, and so tight.”

“Just wanna feel you stretch me with that big dick.”

When you and Harry first started seeing Harry, and getting intimate with him, he would say these downright filthy things to you. You didn’t quite know what to say or do other than to grunt and moan. But eventually you found your voice, and he fucking loved it.

“You’ve made me wait quite a while to feel this again, so you can be patient.”

He pumped in and out of you faster, and his thumb rubbed quicker on your clit. He curled his fingers up inside you, making a loud moan come out of you as he hit your g-spot.

“Ah, there’s my little friend. Missed ya so much.” He said as he continued to hit it.

Your legs began to shake and your stomach tightened as your orgasm swept over you. Your release going all over his fingers, and dripping down to his wrist. He takes his fingers out of you and sucks on them. He takes his boxers off and the sight of his hard cock sends you.

“God, put it in me Harry, please!” You whine. He smirks at you, and crawls up the bed, sitting next to you.

“Up we go.” He grabs your hips, and places you on top of him. You grip him and rub your thumb over his tip, spreading the precome around. He places kisses on your neck and shoulder. You lift yourself up, and slowly sink down on him.

“Fuck.” You both moan in unison.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He groans.

“Love the way you feel inside me, so big.” You place your head in the crook of his neck as you start to move up and down on him.

Harry thrusts his hips up as you come down on him, hitting bottom immediately. Your back arches and you gasp.

“Fuck, please keep doing that.”

Your hands lace through his hair as you hold onto him, and get into a rhythm. His hand goes between where you both are connected, and rubs your clit.

“Harry.” You moan.

With each thrust you feel him do deeper and deeper. You grind against him, and he hits that spot you love so much. You bite down on his collar bone as he continues to hit it.

“I’m gonna come again babe.” You moan out.

“Together, yeah?”

With a few more thrusts you and Harry release together. His hot come shooting up inside you. You move to get off him, but he holds you in place.

“Just stay a minute.” He whispers, trying to catch his breath.

“I’m already pregnant.” You giggle.

“I know, just been so long since I had ya around me, wanna feel it a bit longer.” You kiss him tenderly. “Let’s not wait so long again.”

“I’m back in action now, won’t be saying no to you again for a long time.” You coo, pressing your forehead to his.

Eventually, Harry let you off of him, only when you said you needed to pee. You crawled back into bed with him, letting him rest his head on your chest. He rubbed your tummy and talked to the baby. There was so truly no place you’d rather be.

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