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Hey guys! So you may have noticed that I haven't been so active on here lately, and the blog has actually been password-protected. I've been taking a break and thinking about some things. The past few months (past year, really) have been.. a lot... in the Harry fandom and I've decided to take an extended break. I may be back for HS3 (depending if he draws me back in, which, let's be real, he has that way 🤣). I've been thinking about how I relate to celebrities a lot this year, and even though I love him and admire him very dearly, I've started to see him a lot differently since the pandemic began. I'm just finding it very hard to be supportive of him considering the events of the past year, and past few months in particular. As a man who stands for inclusion and equality, his engagement in current projects has created a lot of tension and division within his own community which has always been a really nice, enjoyable and safe place for me. It no longer feels like this for me and for many others, and I think the best thing I can do is to give myself some space until it improves. Please respect other people, and especially black Harries', right to be upset by My Policeman. Please remember to keep everything you have learnt about police brutality in mind as it starts filming and also when it eventually comes out. It's okay to not be supportive of everything he does, especially when it's making a lot of people feel left out.
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Words: 2.7k (just a little guy) // Warnings: absolutely nothing
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“You ready?” A voice asked.
Everything around you was a blur. Nurses and hands and sweat and pain - oh god, the pain. The rhythmic thump of the heart rate monitor strapped around your belly echoed off the walls in unison with your own pulse pounding in your ears. And regardless of your exhaustion, your extreme fatigue, the commands coming at you left and right told you that, whether you were ready or not, your baby was about to be born.
‘Just one more push’ was requested from somewhere near your feet and you could’ve sworn that they were joking - there wasn’t enough energy left inside you for anything of the sort.
“You can do it, love. He’s almost here.”
Ah, that voice. That deep, calm, melodically slow voice brought your attention to the vibrant green eyes locked on yours. His steady gaze, brightened with excitement and glistening with tears, was the only thing that made you forfeit and finally give that one last push.
A whirlwind of overjoyed sobs and stunned whispers of ‘he’s here’ came next as your baby boy was placed on your chest. His lungs proved their strength as he settled against your skin and curled into the crook of your neck, suddenly quieting down as if he knew he was safe in your arms.
“Congratulations, Dad,” one of the nurses announced. And in spite of all the commotion around you, once you looked at Harry the entire world came to a halt.
His face was inches from yours, his hands resting on your hands as they aided in holding your baby tight. A single, disheveled curl had fallen across his forehead and his cheeks were damp with streaks of tears. But you were confident he couldn’t have cared less, keeping his eyes fixed on the tiny person in your arms - the one that was half him and half you.
You studied him for a moment, taking in the way his chin wobbled and his dimple would appear and vanish every time he swallowed, no doubt gulping away the overwhelming emotions lodged in his throat. Pulling your hand from under his and reaching out to swipe your thumb over the sharp cut of his jaw, you drew his smitten eyes away from your son for the first time.
With a wide smile, he leaned in, pressed his lips softly to your forehead and breathed a whisper.
“I love you.”
Suddenly your world went fuzzy, quickly fading away when a distant, quick shriek of a cry jolted you forward off the pillow you were asleep on. Your heart was pounding in your chest when, in your discombobulated state, you tried to figure out where in the world you were.
A dream… you thought, realizing you were at home in your bed. The most vivid dream of the moment you and Harry met your baby for the first time.
You don’t remember closing your eyes and you definitely don’t remember falling asleep. The eight pound weight of a human that was usually pressed against your front was missing, sending your eyes to the foot of your bed to see the small cot where your two week old son usually slept - empty.
You listened again for the cry that woke you, but instead only heard birds chirping outside from their perch in the tree that shaded your bedroom window.
“H?”
No answer. Nothing but peaceful quiet.
Looking around you saw the covers of your king sized bed were completely disheveled - onesies and burp cloths and pacifiers all peeking out from various places on top of the mattress. On Harry’s side, the duvet was pushed back carelessly, an imprint of his body still lingering on top of the fitted sheet, while his tortoise shell rimmed reading glasses sat by the open book next to his pillow. And when your eyes scanned over to your bedside table, your stomach immediately grumbled. Sitting next to a glass filled to the brim with ice water, was a chocolate chip muffin - one that Harry must have baked at some point while you were passed out.
He was good... he was real good.
After breaking off a piece and popping it into your mouth, you threw your tired legs off the side of the bed and stood. God, you were exhausted, every inch of your body heavy with a dull ache - from your eyes to your neck to your chest. Christ, even your jaw ticked tiredly as you chewed. With a weighty sigh, you shuffled out through your bedroom door, your bare feet padding down the wood floor hallway.
You passed the guest room first, and then the office, before your eyes landed on the door at the end of the hall - the door that led to the room that was arguably the best in the house. The one with the best view that caught both the early morning sunbeams and the twinkling stars above at night. The room that you and Harry both decided would make the perfect nursery.
Once you were only a few steps from the doorway, you smiled when you heard a soft hum, a simple melody that made your heart swell.
‘Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.’
Peeking through the crack between the door and the wall, you paused, taking in the most beautiful sight that made tears brim on your eyelids every time, no matter how many times you saw it.
Harry sat slumped in the grey fabric covered rocker in the far corner of the room. And there, resting perfectly on top of his chest, with his knees pulled up underneath his tiny body and his little hand tucked into the neck of Harry’s t-shirt, was your sweet baby fast asleep.
The ottoman that Harry’s feet were propped up on glided along with the chair as they rocked back and forth, and back and forth again. His hand, which covered the entire expanse of your son’s back, looking massive in comparison, patted gently along with the words to one of your favorite songs. The lavender polish on his nails was chipped and his fingers had been ringless for days, all except for the thin gold band that never left his ring finger - his promise to you on a starlit night in his mum’s backyard with only your family and closest friends in attendance.
Harry’s eyes were closed as he quietly sang and continued gently rocking away, the swaying motion no doubt luring him to sleep as well. Sure you were beyond exhausted, but he was also exhausted, being home from the North American leg of his tour for only three days before you went into labor. Only seventy-two hours, give or take, before your one minute long contractions were five minutes apart and you were rushing off to the hospital.
Regardless, he was a saint of a partner and ultimately dad of the year, sacrificing whatever he could to help out. He kept you fed, massaged your shoulders and always baked your favorites. He washed the bottles and took care of the endless amounts of laundry. He understood with grace that your emotions were a rollercoaster and that your body was off limits for at least six weeks or as long as you needed to fully heal. He loved you unconditionally, in everything, and you knew it would’ve been impossible to keep that tiny human alive without him.
A shift of your weight made the floor creak under your feet, which in turn made Harry’s eyelids flutter open. A smile spread slowly across his face when he spotted you, dimples gracing his cheeks once he saw your admiring gaze. He glanced down at your son, still fast asleep, before looking back at you and clearing his throat quietly.
“You need to put your tray table up now, dear.”
Your eyebrows instantly pulled together in confusion.
“What?” You questioned, knowing the sleep deprivation could easily be messing with your head.
All at once, your eyes flew open to blinding light. Quickly sitting up straight, you brought your hand upward to shade your brow from the bright sunshine pouring in through the airplane window beside you.
“Trays up please, dear.”
A flight attendant had her hand placed lightly on your shoulder, speaking quietly but just loud enough to wake you. The warm grin on her face let you know she sensed your confusion as you were trying to piece together your whereabouts.
“We’ll be starting our descent into St. Maarten shortly,” she continued kindly.
Oh. That’s right. You laughed to yourself wondering just how long you had been asleep while you traveled over the Atlantic Ocean.
With a soft smile and a nod, you thanked the flight attendant as you brushed off your dream and pushed your tray up to lock - your sudden movement stirring the sleeping person in the seat next to you. You looked over to where they were adjusting their posture slowly.
Harry.
He was casually and comfortably dressed for your long flight from Manchester to the Caribbean, with his freshly cut hair pushed back off his forehead and a scattering of stubble covering his chin. The sight of him took your breath away.
His eyes blinked open as he sat straight, his mouth stretching into a wide yawn only to turn into a coy smile when he saw you watching him.
“Hi…” he sighed, reaching over and placing his left hand on your thigh.
“Hi,” you beamed happily, noticing the thin gold band around his ring finger.
“How was your dream?” He subtly side eyed you.
Your heart skipped a beat thinking of the dreams that had just drifted through your subconscious - the vivid images of having a baby and becoming parents together when in reality you had only been married for barely twenty-four hours.
“Wh— Huh?”
Harry’s gaze teased you as he rotated his upper body to face you fully. “Could tell you were dreaming, love,” he smirked. “Had an adorable smile on your face and all.”
“Stop,” you faced forward, letting out a nervous laugh when you felt heat flood to your cheeks.
Leaning in closer, he lifted his fingers and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear while simultaneously giving your thigh a cheeky squeeze where his opposite hand laid.
“Was it a good dream, Mrs. Styles?” He practically moaned against your neck. “Did I treat my wife well?”
Your body was fully on fire at this point, the chills going up and down your spine only accentuating the heat. His smug eyes burned into your skin as he waited for your response.
“Yeah…” you giggled, knowing his thoughts were purely inappropriate but entertaining him anyway. “Yes, you did.”
You couldn’t help the giddiness written across your face when you locked eyes and leaned forward to press your lips softly to his.
He happily returned your kiss before sitting back in his seat with a self satisfied smirk. “S’what I thought,” he not-so-subtly adjusted the bulge in his pants as he moved. “Plan to treat you well all day long for the next two weeks.”
“Harry…” You rolled your eyes in jest - he was just being cocky at this point.
“What?” He feigned innocence. “It’s our honeymoon, innit love? Love? Wake up love...”
All of a sudden you felt your arm being continually nudged but you couldn’t figure out how or why.
“What are you—“ you looked back at Harry just in time to see his face and everything around you fade away.
The room you woke up in was dark everywhere except the glow coming from the television across the room. The hand on your forearm drew your eyes to the person it belonged to - a shy, smiling Harry in the space beside you.
“Where are we?”
He dropped his chin to his chest for a quick moment. “Oh, um, my sofa,” he dragged his hand across his forehead nervously before lifting his gaze and nodding toward the television which displayed nothing but static. “You fell asleep while we were watching. I couldn’t bring myself to wake you.”
You noticed the way you were tucked into his side, no longer sitting upright, but laying down with your arm resting along his lower stomach. Your eyes darted to his to see if it was okay and that he didn’t mind that you had overstayed your welcome. The timid, coy look on his face assured you that you hadn’t, making your stomach do a twitterpated flip.
Damn, he was adorable.
You shifted your weight off his side, hoping he couldn’t hear your heart pounding in your chest. “What time is it?”
“Almost six in the morning…. promised myself I’d wake you before dawn,” he reminded you, his dimples deep in his cheeks, unable to hide the elation in his voice considering you had just had your first sleepover - in a sense.
“Oh, thank you,” you smiled wide as your stomach flipped again. God, you were pretty sure you were in love with him.
“I’m glad you stayed,” he admitted, brushing his fingertips along your arm. “Maybe you’d want to stay again sometime? My bed is actually much more comfortable than this couch.”
Fuck, you were definitely in love with him.
“I’d love that.”
You were both grinning from ear to ear.
“Me too.”
Suddenly your ears perked up when you noticed a faint melody coming from somewhere nearby.
“Do you hear that?” You asked, sitting up just enough to look around the room.
“Hear what?” Harry’s brow furrowed, following your gaze.
“That music...”
‘Stars fading but I linger on dear, still craving your kiss. I'm longing to linger till dawn dear, just saying this.’
With a fuzzy hue, your surroundings faded to black before you came to and you weren’t in Harry’s living room anymore. After rubbing your fingers into your tired eyes, you realized it was the middle of the night and you were alone, tucked under the covers of your own bed.
Moonlight cascaded over every dark corner, creating shadows around the room in the most beautiful way. Your clothes from the evening, including the heels that took you forever to decide on wearing, were tossed carelessly on the floor next to your closet. The soft sound of trumpets and gorgeous lyrics floated through the air from the vintage record player on your vanity.
And that's the moment your evening came into focus - your heart swooshing as you remembered every detail from your first date with Harry.
Everything about your night made your heart beat faster as it came to mind - from the perfect, quiet restaurant he chose, to the way you noticed his hand shake subtly when he reached for his glass of wine. From the vintage thrift shop he took you to after, to the fact that he bought you a pristine condition original Ella Fitzgerald record to add to your collection, insisting you had to have it.
Every moment he was overly thoughtful, kind and attentive - from the doors he opened and urged you to walk through first, to the lingering kiss he left on your cheek when he walked you to your door to say goodnight.
And after you said goodbye, when you had discarded your clothes and heels and crawled into bed with a smitten smile, you were over the moon to see a text waiting for you. You watched intently as the three tiny dots appeared immediately after you pressed send on your response. And that’s how it went for quite a while - one text message to the next and so on until you couldn’t keep your eyes open and you dozed off mid conversation.
You searched and found your phone buried in the sheets beside you, clearly discarded without knowing it. The grin on your face grew wide when you flipped it over and saw a missed notification - a single text message waiting for you.
Harry Styles
Sleep well, love. Hope you enjoy the record. Thank you again for spending the evening with me. It was a dream. Can’t wait to see you again. Xx- H
With your phone clutched against your chest and butterflies fluttering away in your belly, you flopped back on your pillow with a content sigh.
‘But in your dreams whatever they be… dream a little dream of me.’
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A/N; Thank you so much for reading! I’ve never really written dad!H before, but this crazy idea came to me and I thought I’d take a stab at it. Endless thanks to my emo harbor babes @andwhenshesays & @for-fucks-sake-h for always holding my hand. And to @umadirectioner for requesting a new dad!H concept. Would love to hear what you thought!
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Hi, do you know a fic where Harry is just realized from prison and he's at a bar where the main is at and On her way home she is attacked by a dude named Mike who also goes to the bar(I think he's a drug dealer?). The main (idk her name) is an orphan and they go on the run from the police. They end up on a cliff where the girl ends up calling the police confessing she killed the guy and not Harry and falls off a cliff.
hey! i was wondering if you could help me find a fic? i read it back in the summer and lost it, it’s about harry stressing y/n, and she ends up having a seizure. there’s another one where she has to use the safe word, and i think it’s by the same writer?
hi! ive been looking for this fic where the reader was in part in a broadway show and harry was also part of it. they were also ex lovers and it has multiple parts!
hi, i'm looking for this fic where harry roleplays as an ice cream vendor and y/n as a buyer then they have sex on the truck and later its revealed they are married. tysm in advance! ❤️
hi do you know this fic where yn is in film school or something like that and she works as a bartender and meets harry and they become friends, and then he acts in this movie she's directing for school?
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hi! do you know this fic where the reader goes to europe for college ( i think italy ) and she meets harry and hes studying to be a chef. they fall apart and a few years later they see each other in new york and harry owns a restaurant and the reader writes reviews of restaurants (i think!!!)
