summary: Harry loves a lot things; his amazing wife, his beautiful babies, and doughnuts. (husband/dad!harry)
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
wc: 7k+
warning(s): fluff and sexual content
a/n: (disclaimer: gif belongs to @stylesrecord) helloooo! i hope you guys like this one! i know i do. i thought of making it about 4k words but i kept writing until i reached 7k lol. also, i'm sorry if the filthy stuff in here isn't good, smut isn't my forte so i tried my best. let me know what you think! reblog (!!), comment (!!) some feedback! let's talk about it. also, feel free to buy me a coffee if you want. all the love :)
“I’m home! And I have doughnuts with me!”
Harry hears the sweet sounds of excited squeals from his babies as he makes his entering announcement. The little curly headed boy who is the spitting image of his father comes running to the front door, ready to hug him.
“Daddy!” Isaac screams in delight as he attaches himself to his father’s long legs.
“Ahhh! No! The doughnuts!” Harry feigns a cry, gently kneeling down as he pretends he’s been attacked by the little boy, his arms covering the pink box of doughnuts. Isaac giggles at his father’s silliness.
“Silly daddy!” He says as Harry quits the act and smiles at him.
“Hey little bud,” he chuckles as he ruffles his curly hair, giving him a kiss on his forehead. He stands up and lets his little boy take him by the hand, leading him into the house.
As they reach the living room, he sees his little baby Thea babbling to herself as she plays around with her plush toys. Upon seeing him, she immediately squeals and uses her baby strength to crawl over to him.
“Dada!” she babbles with a big smile on her chubby face. Harry smiles at the sight and lets Isaac put the box of doughnuts in the kitchen, in which he excitedly does so.
“Hello, my baby love!” Harry picks her up much to her delight and kisses all over her face, making her giggle. “Dadadada,” she babbles to him as her tiny hands touch around his defined clean-shaven face.
“How’ve you been today? Been good to your mama and big brother?” He asks his ten month old baby as he walks over to the kitchen. She nods and babbles on to her father, not that she even says any proper words, but he pretends he understands anyway.
“Really? Bet you had a lot of fun today, didn’t ya?” Thea giggles and nods at him. She tucks her face in the crook of his neck, cooing at his father.
It’s so obvious she doesn’t understand anything, but at least she’s learning. For instance, she basically nods at everything her parents and brother say. When Y/N once offered her mashed carrots, she just nodded at her, only to push away her spoon as she was fed. As said, she’s still learning.
Harry enters the kitchen to see Isaac looking over the counter as he watches his mother prepare dinner. He watches Isaac making a conversation with his mother as she skillfully dices the onions and garlic on the chopping board, her cooking skills always impressing to this day. Y/N is only dressed in some black shorts and one of Harry’s dress shirts that he left around. The large shirt hangs on her figure, the hem merely stopping by her bum. Her hair is messily yet effortlessly put into a bun with some pieces of hair framing on her face. A mess she would say she looked like, but to Harry, she still looked just as beautiful as the woman he fell in love with.
She looks up and beams at the sight of her husband. “Hi, baby!” She exclaims, wiping her hands with a towel as he makes his way over to her. He leans into her and kisses her lips lovingly as he says he greets her back.
“Hi, my love,” he says, setting a fussy Thea on her highchair. Isaac instantly goes to his baby sister, starting an aimless conversation with her instead.
Harry walks around Y/N and wraps his large toned arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. “How’s work today?” She gently asks as she resumes the dinner preparation. He hums against her skin, lightly kissing on it. “It was good. Made some good stuff today.”
“Oh yeah?” She sets the knife down on the board, turning around to face him. “Any chance your wife could get a sneak peek of it?” She cheekily proposes as she wraps her arms around his neck. Harry chuckles and kisses her cheek.
“Not yet. But one day, you and the kids will be the first ones to listen to it.” He tells her and she hums in reply knowingly. “Though, I wouldn’t know about Thea. She’d probably sleep through or not pay attention,” he says, letting out a small laugh as he looks over at his daughter, currently being entertained by Isaac who’s animatedly telling her a story, giggles are elicited from the two little ones.
Y/N chuckles at this and follows his gaze. “Yeah, but nonetheless, she’ll love it. Because it’s from her daddy.” She sweetly prompts which makes Harry grin so widely that his cheeks might hurt.
“You better stop teasing me with those words here, Mrs Styles,” he smirks as his hands travel slowly towards the curve of her bum. She gasps and swats his shoulder. “You cheeky man! I didn’t even say anything naughty anyway.” She turns around in his arms to face the counter.
“Now, help me out a bit. Pasta’s not gonna cook itself for four people, or, three.”
As dinner is served, the two adults indulge in a conversation as Isaac stuffs his face with the pasta prepared. Harry repeatedly asks him to slow down to make sure he doesn’t dirty the table or his shirt or his face. Y/N has to alternate between eating her food and feeding Thea baby food. She has always made sure the food doesn't run out of her mouth as Thea tends to babble a lot to her parents while eating.
Harry asks Y/N how Isaac was during school. Recently, they’ve enrolled him in kindergarten and were glad to hear from him that he enjoys it. Harry didn’t get the opportunity to send him off the first day, having to pop into the studio early in the morning. But Y/N assured that he doesn’t mind as he always gets excited to see his father coming home anyways. At some times, Harry is grateful for Y/N. For having done so much from carrying both of his babies for nine months in her belly to working around the house to care for her family. He is so unbelievably lucky to have found her and received her love. It somehow makes his life a whole lot brighter with her.
“His teacher said he was very good as usual. Always asking questions, playing around with his friends during their break time,” Y/N tells him as she wipes Thea’s mouth with her bib. Isaac munches on the sugar-coated doughnuts that Harry bought, not particularly paying attention to his parents.
“That’s good, then! Just ‘ave to be consistent with it. Right, bud?” He turns to his son, who nods with his mouth full, sugar covering his lips. “Yup!” he says. The parents giggle at the sight.
Harry turns to Y/N, reaching over the table to grab her hand. “What about you, m’love? How was your day?” He asks, lightly kissing on her knuckles. Heat rises to her cheeks as he does this. “It’s alright. Same routine, just a different day. Nothing I enjoy more than spending time with these munchkins,” she cocks her head towards the children sitting next to them, Thea cooing at Isaac as she watches him eat another doughnut.
“No trouble today? Not from them or the school?” He jokes. For a moment, he sees her expression falter a bit before she smiles again at him. “Nope. nothing at all. Except getting Thea to take her afternoon nap was tricky today. Kept wanting to play,” she chuckles at him.
He narrows his eyes a bit at his wife, knowing there’s something off, but doesn’t push it. If she wants to talk about it, he’ll let her do it at her own pace. Even though he definitely wants to know it now. “Alright. Well, let me know if yeh ever need me around to help, okay lovie?” He tells her, kissing her knuckles again affectionately.
She smiles at him and tightens her grip on his hand. “Of course.”
The sound of Thea cooing draws their attention to look over at their children. Isaac is discreetly (but failing in that department) giving Thea tiny bites of his doughnut in which she gladly accepts. “Hey!” Harry calls out, making the two children look up at him like deers at headlights. He playfully groans at this, knowing especially with Thea, they’ll have to tire them out before bedtime because of the sugar rush they'll get soon.
Thea, not seeing anything wrong with this, finds it funny and proceeds to laugh and clap in her highchair while Isaac continues to much on his doughnut with a smug smile. Y/N stifles her laughter at the sight. Her two babies almost looked like the spitting images of Harry, having inherited some of his prominent features like his green eyes.
As Harry playfully scolds them while eating a doughnut himself, Y/N shakes her head and excuses herself to go clean up their dishes. Her heart feels full hearing the laughter from the three people she loves most from the dining table.
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It certainly took a while before getting Thea to sleep. Harry tucks her sleeping body in her crib, draping her favourite lilac blanket over her. Harry kisses her head softly, telling her that daddy loves her before quietly exiting the nursery.
As he enters Isaac’s room, he’s just put in his exercise book in his backpack for the next day. “Ready for bed, Isaac?” He smiles at his son. The mini version of Harry nods, letting out a ‘mhm’ as he does. “Ready!”
“Alright, get in there, you bugger,” he ruffles his son’s hair. He giggles as he gets in his bed, not forgetting about his green plush dinosaur toy he sleeps with. Harry tucks him in his space themed blanket, making sure he’s comfortable in it. He always makes sure that both his children sleep comfortably and makes sure their rooms aren’t too warm or cold.
“Excited for school tomorrow?” Harry asks and he gets an excited nod from Isaac. “Mhm. Miss Deborah says we’ll be painting tomorrow,” Isaac chirps about tomorrow’s agenda.
“Wow! Must be exciting for guys then. I bet your painting’s gonna be the best out of everyone!” Harry tells him, which makes him beam.
Then, his smile falters a bit, almost similar to how Y/N did during dinner. “Hey, you okay, bud?” He lays a hand on his arm gently as if to coax him to fuss up.
“Daddy,” Isaac starts. “I think someone made Mama sad.”
Harry frowns at his words. “What do you mean, bud?”
“After school today, I saw her with a lady. She looked sad. Don’t want Mama to be sad,” Isaac mumbles as he cuddles with his dinosaur.
Harry’s heart breaks after hearing this. It kills him seeing his babies upset; even more that someone had upset Y/N but she chose not to say anything about it to him. He makes a mental note to talk to her about it.
“I’m sure she’s probably tired, Isaac. Besides, she had to take care of you and your sister’s stinky butts,” he tells a small lie, poking his side, eliciting a giggle from Isaac. “But Thea’s butt was even more stinky, daddy!” He exclaims.
Harry nods and chuckles at him. “Alright, go to sleep. Got a new day coming.” Isaac nods and adjusts himself under his blanket. He stretches an arm out, signaling his father to give him a hug, which Harry gladly does.
“Love you, daddy,” he yawns out.
“I love you, Isaac,” he tells him, kissing his forehead goodnight.
They both say their goodnights as Isaac tucks himself in, his eyes heavy and threatening to close. Harry makes sure that everything is okay and he’s dozed off already before turning the light off and closing the door.
Back in his shared bedroom, Y/N lies on their bed, reading through a new novel she just picked up. Harry undresses from his t-shirt and sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers. He throws himself gracefully on their bed, letting out an ‘oof’. Y/N smiles at her dear husband, putting the book on her beside table and situating herself comfortably next to him. She runs her fingers through his soft curls and hears him let out a moan as she does this.
“Feels nice,” he mumbles with his eyes closed, finding it relaxing as his wife plays around with his hair.
“Yeah, bubs?” She leans over to kiss over his cheekbones, which makes him smile. He adjusts himself where he leans on his elbow, resting his head on his hand.
“So, Isaac told me something today,” he begins. She hums in reply as she brushes through his hair. “Yeah, what did he say?” She inquires.
“Said you were sad when you picked him up. Kinda made him feel sad too, actually,” he tells her. Y/N frowns at this. “He said that?”
Harry nods at her. “Told him y’were just tired. Little man’s just looking out for yeh.” He grabs her hand and kisses her palm softly. “Wanna tell me what happened, lovie?”
Y/N sighs as she closes her eyes for a bit. “Just some people that like to talk about things they know nothing about,” she mumbles against her pillow. Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’d yeh mean?” He gently asks, stroking her head in a gentle yet loving manner.
“I mean, people keep talking shit about how I’m married to you and how they don’t believe me. I usually don’t care, but today, one of the moms just said to my face how I’m basically making it up and that there’s no way the kids are yours anyway. Just hated how she had to involve them like that.” She groans in slight frustration.
“That’s mean. Why didn’t you tell me just now?” He pouts at his wife’s frustration. She looks at him and shrugs. “Didn’t want it to look like a big deal. I’m fine, honestly.” She assures him, kissing his hand that was on her head. He hums as he plays around with her fingers.
“Okay. But you tell me if you need any help alright. Maybe I’ll take a day off and drop him off, that’ll show ‘em.” He suggests making Y/N chuckle at the silly idea. Though she would like to have Harry around with her while sending Isaac to school, she doesn’t want to disturb his day of writing and recording. She’s stubborn in a way, but Harry understands and loves her nonetheless.
“Maybe one day when I’ve reached my limit, I’ll call you for backup,” she jokes. Harry chuckles and leans in to kiss her. She’s quick to kiss him back, always inviting the feeling of his lips on her. “Anything for m’loving wife,” he mumbles as he kisses her, slowly making his way down to her neck.
“Mmm, love hearing you call me that,” she says, giggling as his lips meet a ticklish spot on her neck. “Yeah? You’re my loving, beautiful wife to my beautiful babies,” he tells her. She feels her face warm up at his words. She gasps as he nips on her skin above her collarbone, sucking it lightly, for sure leaving her a mark.
“My pretty, beautiful wife. Love ya so much. ‘Ave I told you that today?” His raspy deep voice sends shivers down her spine. “Couple of times,” she breathily says, grabbing his face so she could kiss him again. Their tongues fight for dominance, with hers ultimately losing the fight as his tongue enters her mouth, making her gasp. Her hands run from his shoulders down to his naked abdomen; Harry groans at her touch and feels himself getting harder in his boxers.
Y/N is no doubt aroused in his underwear as she moans into the kiss they both share. “Mm, I love you, baby,” he mumbles against her lips. She whines as his lips leave hers, travelling down her body. He lifts the oversized t-shirt that belongs to him up her body, exposing her bare skin to him. Wet kisses travel from under her breasts down to her stomach and all the way to the band of her soaked cotton underwear.
She bits her bottom lip to contain the smile that threatens to break out on her face. Harry is so close to the area where she wants to feel him. She hears the sound of her heartbeat beating from her chest and she clenches around nothing when she feels his soft lips grazing over her hip bone.
Y/N pulls herself off the bed, resting on her elbows. “Harry,” she breathes out. Harry almost immediately lifts his head up, eyes now showing concern and worry if he did anything wrong; but he’s done anything farther from wrong.
“What is it, love?” He asks, a slight panicked tone in his voice. She giggles and shakes her head at him. “Just wanna say I love you,” she tells him and he lets out a breath of relief, dropping his head on her stomach. She brushes through his hair with her fingers, giggling as his hair tickles on her skin. “Driving me mad, woman. Thought I did something wrong,” he breathes out and chuckles as he looks up at her. “But I love you too,” he says, kissing her stomach.
She looks disheveled from the steamy kiss and feeling his lips all over her. Harry doesn’t think there’s any possible way for her to grow even more beautiful but here she is. Flustered with marks he made on her, her body that carried his beautiful children laid on their bed for him and him only to cherish and love on.
Harry thinks he just got harder and it’s getting quite uncomfortable in his boxers.
He leans up over her to kiss her again, hearing her hum against his lips as she wraps her arms around her. His hands still on her waist, gripping them as he gently rocks his hard on against her clothed arousal. Moans and groans of pleasure are elicited from them. Harry continues this as they kiss; him inhaling her scent that is almost clouding all of his senses.
“Need to taste yeh, baby. Will you let me? Hmm? Let me taste you from your sweet honey pot?” He mumbles against her lips. She whines at his dirty words and nods. She feels his hands on the hem on her underwear and she lifts his hips up to let him slide them over. Harry sits on the back of his feet, admiring Y/N as she slowly spreads her legs for him, revealing a wet entrance. He groans at the sight and leans down to plant small kisses on the soft skin of her thighs.
He hears her whines from above him, sounding almost impatient as he takes his time with her and he smirks at the effect he has on her. Very much a delight to his narcissistic self. “Baby, please,” she begs and it is just like music to his ears; this is definitely the music he enjoys making with her, explicitly just them in their four walls of comfort.
“I got you, lovie,” he tells her as he gets closer to her entrance, her smell overriding his senses at this point. “But yeh have to keep it down. Don’t wanna wake up the little munchkins.”
And Harry dives into tasting her arousal on her cunt, she throws her head back in ecstasy and lets the euphoric feeling fire up inside of her as she feels him all over her throughout the night.
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The next day is just like every other weekday. Early in the morning as the sun begins to rise, Y/N gets out of bed first to tend to a soon-to-be fussy baby Thea, not before playfully scolding Harry as he tries to pull her back in bed for morning cuddles. She even stops in front of the mirror to admire a bit the hickies he left all over her neck and collarbone down to her hips and inner thighs. Harry seems unphased, seeming happy and proud of his work, pleasing his wife as he always does and getting some nice orgasms from that as well.
Harry works on breakfast as she wakes Isaac up for school. After giving Thea a nice warm bath that leaves her smelling like strawberries, she comes down to her loving husband making some pancakes. She sets Thea down in her highchair, giving her a plush toy to play with so she could make her and Harry some coffee.
It is very much a domestic sight to see. The two parents exchange sweet smiles and soft kisses as they make breakfast and entertain their baby. Isaac comes down, freshly clean and ready in his outfit for the day. Thea whines at her father as she drops her toy. Harry coos at her before picking it up and handing it to her. He kisses her chubby baby cheeks, telling her she’s the cutest baby ever.
Breakfast goes on as usual, with the two adults conversing in whatever topic they find interesting, most of the time it’s just about their respective agendas for the day. Isaac attempts to feed Thea some of his pancakes, cutting them into tiny pieces for her to chew on. When everyone is finished, Y/N leaves Harry to watch over the kids as she gets ready. He lets Isaac watch his favourite cartoon while he sets Thea down on her fluffy blanket with some of her toys.
“Which one s’your favourite, bubba?” He gently asks her. Thea lifts up a purple teddy bear that she got from him on one of their few daddy-daughter outings. She gives it to him, probably babbling about how this is her favourite toy. “Yeah, this one? Daddy got you this, right?” Thea smiles and nods, lifting another toy for him to take.
“This one, too?” She giggles and nods. She lets out a coo as he kisses her head, not minding him one bit as she plays with her toys.
Soon enough, it’s time for them to leave. Usually, Harry carpools with Mitch to the studio; it’s something he does a lot lately so he doesn’t really take one of his cars out. So, he stays behind as Y/N and the kids leave for the morning.
“Alright, buddy. You be good at school and for Mama, yes?” He says to Isaac. Isaac nods and smiles at his father. He walks over and gives Harry a hug, in which he has to lean down to hug him back due to his height. “Love you, daddy,” he says.
“I love you too, bubba,” Harry says, kissing on his head. He stands again and tickles Thea’s little belly. “And I love you too, little love,” he beams, Thea giggling and attempting to grab his hand from her belly.
“Dada!” She exclaims. He leans in and kisses her cheeks, prompting her to giggle again.
He then turns to his wife, who’s been looking at him with so much love. “Be safe, yeah?” She nods at him. “Always, H,” she quips. Harry leans in to kiss, letting out a small moan as he feels her lips move against his.
“I love you, my love,” he mumbles. As they break away, she beams up at him, looking all glowy and radiant. “I love you, too,” she says back, stealing another peck from him.
“Bye, daddy!” Isaac waves from inside the car as Y/N pulls out from their driveway. Harry sees Thea waving her tiny hand from her car seat. He waves back at his family, waving both his arms in the air. He blows kisses to them, chuckling as he sees Isaac and Y/N pretending to catch them and putting them in their pockets.
As the car disappears from his view, he sighs to himself and walks back in to ready himself for another studio session.
Y/N is one tough woman, at least, she likes to think she is. Another morning sending Isaac to school meant another day of hearing whispers from mothers about she is supposedly faking about being married to Harry. What was so off about it anyway? She’s tempted to show them pictures Harry with the kids (and some with him pleasing the fuck out of her in their bed). Maybe that’ll shut them up.
Even this morning, she fakes a smile at one of the mothers who glared at her as she says goodbye to Isaac.
She does a bit of grocery shopping later with Thea. Thea doesn’t really help much other than babbling to her mother and kicking her feet as she sits in the trolley, occasionally reaching out for a toy that catches her eye. Y/N gets a fair amount of people coming up to her and telling her how adorable Thea is.
Thea, as usual when it comes to strangers, whimpers and tries to hide her face in her mother’s shirt. Y/N has to rub her back gently and tell her softly that it’s okay, that she won’t let anyone hurt her. People tell her how pretty she is and how she looks like her mother.
Y/N laughs at this and accepts the compliments, though she would say that Thea had more of her father’s features than hers.
She comes home later with bags of groceries in her arms. Thea manages to whine to her about the red plush dinosaur she saw at the toys section while Y/N tries to convince her that she doesn’t need as she has more toys to choose from at home.
Long story short, Thea happily got the red dinosaur. She almost seems so smug at her mother as she babbles to her new toy.
As the days drag on, she thinks to herself whether she would prefer to take the kids out for lunch and have a home cooked meal.
“What do you think, bubba? Wanna go out and stay at home for lunch?” She asks Thea as she settles her on her lap. Thea looks at her for a minute before turning her gaze on the TV where she watches the blue genie sing a song about having a friend like him. She giggles at the animation and attempts to sing along, though no words that Y/N could understand come out of her mouth.
Y/N chuckles at her, kissing her head gently. Her phone rings from beside her and she picks it up, smiling as Harry’s contact photo flashes on her screen. Her thumb swipes across the screen and she puts the phone up against her ear.
“Hi, my love,” his voice fills her ears. “Hi, baby,” she chirps, adjusting Thea on her lap as she laughs at the TV screen.
“How are ya? Sounds like Thea’s having some fun there,” he laughs. She shakes her head at him, then realising he couldn’t see her. “I’m good. I'm a bit bored and I’m thinking of bringing the kids out for lunch.”
From the other side of the line, Harry frowns a bit. “M’sorry you’re bored, lovie. You know, I don’t mind taking a couple days staying around the house to help.” He prompts. He knows how stubborn she can get, always assuring him that she’s fine at home while he works. Even though the tired expression on her face says otherwise, he’s more than grateful for everything she does for the family, knowing that she tends to put everyone else before herself sometimes.
He hears her chuckle on the line. “It’s alright, H. Don’t worry about it. I promise I’m fine. Anyways, you should focus over there. Probably have some good music brewing up.” She says encouragingly. She truly has all of his heart, Harry swears by this.
“Alright, alright. But promise you call if y’need anything, okay?” He makes her promise and hears her hum in response. “I promise, bubs. We’ll see you soon, yeah?”
“Yeah, soon. I love you, darlin’,” he professes his love to her again. He hears her giggle and it makes him smile so widely. “I love you too, my love,” she says, bidding him goodbye and as she hangs up, he could hear Thea’s laughter ringing through before the call ends.
Y/N sighs and looks at the clock. It’s nearly time to pick Isaac up from school. She always makes a habit to show up early for him just so she could get a decent parking spot. She bounces Thea on her hip, thinking of feeding her a light snack before changing her clothes later for lunch.
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Y/N slowly parks the car in front of the school. She’s one of the early parents that have come to pick their kids up. As she switches the engine off, she gets out of her seat and comes around to Thea’s side to pick her up, not forgetting her new red dinosaur toy.
As she makes her way to the school grounds, she smiles and greets politely at the parents who were waiting like her. She makes conversation with some of them, also making sure Thea feels okay and doesn’t get fussy. Soon enough when the school bell rings, the sounds of children running and laughing fill the air. The classroom doors open and the children are rushing towards the parents.
Thea’s the first one to spot her big brother, squealing at the sight of him as he rushes to them with a smile. “Mama! Thea!” He exclaims at the two, quickly attaching himself to Y/N and hugging her legs.
“Hey, Isaac! Had a fun day today?” She laughs at the cheerful five year old. He nods, letting out an ‘mhm’. “We painted today. Look! I painted us!” He lifts up a piece of art paper to her, showing her a stick figure family holding hands together with smiles on their faces. She smiles at the picture, laughing at how he decided to paint big swirly curls as hair for Harry and him.
“This looks so good! You gonna show daddy this later?” She asks, and Isaac nods happily at the mention of his father.
She hears a laugh from behind her. She turns around and frowns at the lady with a sleek bob-cut who seems to be amused by her family. She recognises her as one of the few moms that seem to have a lot to say about her marriage or family. She notices a few other moms that seem to do the same further behind her, watching the two.
“You’re seriously still going with that silly story,” she says. “Where is their father anyway? Their so-called superstar father you seem to talk about?”
“He’s at work,” Y/N simply tells her, not really wanting to stay around any longer with, what’s her name again, Sharon? Karen? The lady lefts out a ‘pft’, waving her hand. “Yeah, making hits, am I right?” She laughs out like it’s the funniest thing ever.
“You know, you’re not fooling anybody by saying a famous singer is your husband.” Y/N is starting to feel her blood boil, but breathes slowly as she doesn’t want to snap in front of her babies. “You know, I don’t see why it’s any of your business anyway. Harry is my husband and my children’s father, whether you wanna believe it or not.”
Thea begins to fuss in her arms and Y/N has to rub her back to calm her down.
She rolls her eyes at her. “Like he would actually marry you,” she says, her eyes looking up and down at her with displeasure. “And even if it were true, it doesn’t make you and family better than us.”
Y/N stares at her with a blank expression. “Never said we are,” she blatantly tells her. The woman clenches her jaw, feeling as though she should get a rise out of her more.
But just before she starts opening her mouth, a squeal from Thea interrupts her.
“Dada!” She excitedly says, reaching her arms out.
Y/N looks over to the direction her baby is looking at; low and behold, Harry is walking over to them.
He’s wearing a dressed white shirt, blacks slacks, and a pair of his Gucci shoes. His sunglasses cover his eyes and he’s walking over to them with a smug smile on his. He walks so suavely like he owns the place.
He looks so handsome, so beautiful, so sexy. Fuck.
If they weren’t on school property, Y/N might just jump his bones right there and then.
“Daddy! You’re here!” Isaac runs over to his father, quickly attaching himself to him while hugging his legs. Harry laughs and leans down to kiss his son’s head.
“Hey, buddy! Missed you!” He says as if he hasn’t seen him all day today. He takes his sunglasses off and hangs it on his shirt that opens just slightly where his tattoos show.
“Look! I drew you, Mama, Thea, and me!” Isaac tells him as he shows off his painting, pointing to each family member. “Woah! This is great, Isaac! This is definitely going on the fridge, what d’ya think?” Harry asks, and gets an excited nod from the five year old.
Y/N sighs and shakes her head, smiling silly at the two. She looks over to the lady and she is just in shock, her mouth open like a fish as she sees the actual Harry Styles right in front here. The other moms away from them are gasping and whispering among themselves.
“Dada,” Thea starts to whine in her arms as she reaches out for her father. Harry sees this and quickly jogs over to them with Isaac. “Hello, my little baby,” he coos as he takes Thea from his wife’s arms. Thea beams at him, her tiny hands going around his face and reaching for his hair to tug on.
Harry looks over at his wife and grins at her, a stupid smile on his face. He leans in to kiss her on the lips and Y/N is unsure whether he’s doing this in public on purpose but still kisses him back. Who was she to not kiss her beautiful, talented, amazing and sexy husband?
“Hi, baby,” he murmurs out the name of endearment which makes her cheeks fire up.
The lady Y/N was talking to is still trying to process all this until he glances at her, making her drop her shock expression and put on a big (fake) smile.
“Hi,” she greets cheerfully and Y/N resists the temptation to roll her eyes at her sudden change in mood. Harry simply nods and mumbles a ‘hello’.
“I’m Megan.” Huh, so that was her name.
“Harry,” he introduces himself. “Y/N’s husband and baby daddy.”
Y/N’s eyes bulge out of the sockets as she quietly gasps at her husband’s words and pinches his arm. But Harry doesn’t seem phased at all, wearing a proud smile on his face.
Apparently, Megan too is shocked by his bold words, letting out a fake laugh to feign her shock.
“Wow. So, uh, this is your husband, Y/N.” Y/N hums, giving her a tight smile. “And these are actually your kids,” she mumbles under her breath, realisation slowly seeping into her brain.
“Well, I would hope so since I married this beautiful and amazing woman right here and have kids who resemble me,” he chuckles as he looks at Thea and Isaac lovingly.
Y/N feels like she’s firing up right now and wants to cover herself in blankets to hide herself from this situation. The moms whispering to each other as they watch the scene unfold are not helping either.
“Oh how lovely! You know, Y/N and I were just talking about how great it’d be to set a playdate for the kids. Make new friends that way. Right, Y/N?” Megan lies in the most fake sweet voice. Y/N grits her teeth, smiling tightly at her as she hums in response, knowing fully well of her intentions to flirt with Harry.
“Oh, that’d be completely Y/N’s choice, actually. If she feels comfortable with it.” Thea coos at Harry, tracing her hands over his swallow tattoos.
“Does she always make the rules around? Saying what goes and what doesn’t?” Megan says this in such a bored and sneering tone, as if to make it sound like Y/N’s such a horrible mom ever.
Harry clenches his jaw a bit as he senses her tone but keeps his cool. He knows his wife is the amazing mother to his children and he’s unbelievably lucky to have found her. It breaks his heart when people say horrible things about her, even though she’s reassured him countless times that she’s fine. But Harry knows the truth. No other woman that steps up to him with flirtatious and sultry gestures or infidelity intentions could ever compare to his loving, beautiful, strong and sexy Y/N.
“Well, she’s their mother and mothers always know best. Also, I heard from Isaac that there can be some mean moms around here, talking absolute crap about things they really don’t know about. How silly is that?” He chirps, pretending to not know that Megan is probably one of the said moms.
Y/N stifles her laughter as Megan's face heats up in humiliation. She stumbles upon her words in front of them. Pitying the poor woman, Y/N turns to Harry. “Baby, what’re you doing here anyway? Thought you had work.” She links her arm around his, running her hand over his tattooed arm.
Harry beams at her. “Finished it early today. Besides, I thought of taking my lovies out for lunch.” Now, they’re just rubbing it in Sharon’s face with the loving gazes and sweet pet names.
Megan is still fired up with the embarrassment she got as Y/N looks at her with a sarcastic smile. “Well, Megan, nice chat today. See ya next week,” she chirps, tugging her husband by the arm and telling Isaac to follow with, not even waiting for her reply.
“Bye, Megan!” Harry exclaims, which makes Y/N cringe and pinch his arm, earning a small ‘ouch’ from. Thea seems to find this funny as she lets out a high-pitched giggle, prompting Isaac to laugh along with her. People are staring at the two parents and their giggly babies like they were crazy.
The pair situate Thea’s car seat to the back next to Isaac. When she’s all buckled in, Isaac immediately shows Thea his painting of their little family. “Thea, look! I painted you!” He begins to tell his baby sister about the painting and his day in school while Thea cuddles with her dinosaur toy, smiling as her brother animatedly talks to her.
The parents sigh in their seats; this time, Harry being in the driver’s seat and Y/N in the passengers’. They’re quiet for a moment before Y/N reaches over the console and pinches his arm.
“Ow!” Harry exclaims. “What was tha’ for!?” He pouts at her, rubbing the spot where she pinched him.
She looks at him with an unamused face. “Baby daddy? Really? Could you have not been more bold out there?” She crosses her arms, feigning anger on her face.
Harry chuckles and gently grabs her face with his hand, kissing on her pouty lips. “Has a nice ring to it. Don’t yeh think, lovie?” He smirks at her, his dimple making an appearance in the corner of his pink luscious lips.
Y/N’s expression softens up quickly. “This is about what I said last night, huh?” She wonders aloud. He sighs at her, grabbing her hand in his.
“I know you said I don’t have to worry about it. But the thing is, I’ll always worry about you. I worry about what others say about you, about our babies. I have to be a good man and defend my lovies if people are talking shit. I can’t let other people talk shit about you when I know fully well the amazing things you’ve done for our family.”
Y/N feels herself tearing up a bit at Harry’s words. She always knows how much he loves her and would do absolutely anything to defend her and their children. It’s days like this where he gets to remind her about it. She honestly couldn’t have wished for a better lover to spend the rest of her life with.
She chuckles and kisses his palm. “You said ‘shit’ twice. In the same car with your children,” she quips, making Harry laugh aloud.
He stares at her, so in awe and in love. “I love you. So much. Remember that, yeah darlin’?” he murmurs to her. Y/N nods at him.
“I know. I love you too,” Y/N says to him. She leans over to kiss him over the console. Harry lets out a tiny moan as their lips move in unison, but ultimately they pull away in favor of their children babbling in the back seat.
Harry turns around to Isaac and Thea. “What d’we feel like havin’ for lunch?” He chirps. Isaac hums to himself, putting a finger on his chin as he thinks.
He gasps when a thought comes to mind. “Mac and cheese! Please, daddy!” He begs at his father, giving him the classic puppy eye look. Thea claps her hands and babbles out, most likely agreeing with her brother.
Harry chuckles at this and reaches out to ruffle Isaac’s curls. “Mac and cheese, it is,” he announces. Y/N grins at him, intertwining their fingers together.
“Daddy,”
“Hmm?”
“Can we get more doughnuts?” Isaac asks.
Harry shakes his head. “Just had them last night, bubs.” He begins to pull out the car from the parking spot, taking the route to one of their favourite restaurants that serves good mac and cheese. “But you’re lucky I love them too. We’ll get some on the way home, alright?”
Isaac cheers in his seat. Y/N gazes on her husband as he drives. He seems to sense this and his lips curl up into a smirk. “Something on your mind, darlin’?”
She feels her face heat up. “You look very sexy today,” she mumbles without shame of what she’s thinking.
Harry lets out a laugh. “Thank you, baby.” He says, kissing her knuckles. “Also, I’ll be taking a few days off from writing. So, I’ll be home with you and the little bubs more. Miss you loves.”
Her eyes widen as she processes his words. “Really? You’ll be home more?” She asks, in which Harry lets out a ‘mhmm’ to confirm. His eyes look up in the rear view mirror to check on the kids, who are busy babbling on to each other in their own worlds.
“Plus, I’ll get to fuck you and love on you more,” he smirks, making Y/N gasps and slap his shoulder. “Harry!” She laughs at his words.
He shrugs to himself. “Can’t blame me for wanting to fuck my beautiful and amazing wife. Think I’ll start tonight even,” he says it so nonchalantly and this time, she doesn’t mind his dirty words.
As she kisses his hand, watching his muscles flex as he drives, she sighs at the filthy thoughts of her and her husband that start to fill her mind, feeling slightly aroused.
She smiles at him and to herself, already feeling like she can’t wait for tonight and the other days when he’s home.
a/n: hi everybody! sorry it’s been so long i’ve been pretty busy lately and struggling with a bit of writer’s block, but i wanted to get something up so here’s a short lil calum piece for you (it’s unedited because i’m too tired to do all that tonight). i’ve just started to get more inspiration for my wips again so i should get something else up soon, i just haven’t figured out if it will be the first part of my upcoming series or another one shot. anyway i hope you enjoy and are having an amazing day. thank you. - emmy <333
pairing: fwb!calum hood x fem!reader
summary: after proposing you end your arrangement, due to your newly discovered feelings, you and calum get stuck in the elevator in your apartment complex.
You regretted the words the second they left your mouth. You regretted them even more after you saw how Calum reacted to them, as if he had just been slapped in the face. They seemed to hang in the air now, echoing off of every surface in your bedroom.
“I think we should stop sleeping with each other.”
There were a few things that made the entire thing so awful.
Number one being that you said it directly after doing just what you had suggested should stop. He was inside of you not five minutes earlier, you couldn’t even blame him for being offended. Number two being the fact that not only had you just had sex, but you had just had the best sex of your entire life. Like spirtually awakening, seeing stars, ascending to heaven good sex. Which led you to the third reason that this whole thing was so awful, you didn’t mean it at all. You didn’t want to stop sleeping with him, but you knew you had to because you had broken rule number one of your arrangement, arguably the most important one, don’t catch feelings.
if you haven’t drunk any water today- drank? drunk? one of them.. uhh, drinked? definitely not drinked, i take that back. if you haven’t drank any water today. no it’s drunk. ah fuck it. i don’t know.
♡ happy 25th birthday, calum thomas hood (25 january 1996) ♡
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