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hi! i'm mia/@astroluvr! i write for harry and my requests are open, so feel free to send them in!!!
hello!!
how do y’all feel about a little story about nanny!reader who takes care of harry’s kid while on tour?
i haven’t worked out all the details, and i’m not sure if someone else has already done this- but if so, let me know!!!
send in harry requests!!! fluff or angst!!
not super long- just a silly little love on tour idea that i hope you enjoy:) my requests are open and im happy to write
warnings: none, besides an unrealistically eloquent four year old
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at four years old, theo styles looked as much like harry as he could and nobody would ever let you forget it. you even remember the day you had a little gathering to let your and harry's outside family and everyone called him 'little harry'. harry ate it up, you, not so much.
"he's little harry!" your husband had laughed over the three week old at the time. you only glared at him because apparently the 50% of your dna was invaluable.
that was nearly five years ago and the years had gone by quickly as ever. when live on tour was going, you and theo had travelled with him the entire tour and sat backstage and watched him perform. now, after what seemed like a life time with the pandemic and harry's filming schedule, he was getting back onstage.
now things were a little different, you had a job that you really loved and theo was now in daycare and enjoyed it and it made you and harry wary, so you came to the conclusion that any dates he had on a saturday, you and theo would attend.
however, theo missed harry all too much and you and harry found a way to make coming to tonight's show possible. now, you were walking around the arena while harry did his sound check.
"mama, what does that say under daddy's picture?" theo had on one of the tour shirts baggy on his body and little shorts. you were dressed similarly, except you paired yours with jeans.
"love on tour?" you furrowed your eyebrows when theo shook his head. "this? that's his name, bubba."
"that doesn't say daddy." he stated the obvious in a tone that made you almost question if you were wrong.
your eyes widened in amusement and you picked him up with a chuckle before shaking your head. "that says 'harry styles'. that's daddy's real name."
"oh." he blinked and you laughed before kissing his cheek.
a little bit later, you took theo to hang out in the green room and you couldn't stop letting out little bursts of giggles as you remembered it. harry came in the door with sweat drenching his shirt and shorts.
"there's m'family." he grinned and theo stood up in a rush.
"hi, harry!" he jumped into his arms and you and harry both made the same face.
"what'd you just call me?"
"harry. that's your real name. like my name is theo, but my real name is theodore." he explained with a grin and harry shook his head. "mama told me."
"y/n!"
"i did not tell him that. it was going to be a really cute story!" you defended yourself against his flabbergasted expression. "he didn't know harry was your real name and i guess I didn't clarify that he's supposed to call you dad."
"i see." harry hummed and sat with theo on the couch. "you know, you are meant to call me dad or daddy, theodore."
"well, how come? if harry is your real name."
"buddy, you call me daddy because that's who i am to you. just like you call your mum, mama."
"why?"
"because you're the only person- besides any possible brothers or sisters you may have, that gets to call me that and it's so, so special to me." he said solemnly and you nodded in agreement when theo looked at you. "can i please be daddy again?"
"sure, harry." he giggled and harry shook his head before taking him up in his arms and spinning him around, making him squeal.
"y'little rascal!"
"okay, okay, daddy! ah- dad!" he screeched through the giggles.
short and simple, hope it pleases you :) even though the ending is pretty lame
requests are open!
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you sat in your and harry's bed, putting one leg under your bottom as you waited for him to wrap up his fumbling before you went to bed.
"i wanted to bounce something off of you, lovely." he said in almost a murmur and you hummed, watching your husband of three months.
"shoot."
"well, you know how we're doing the shoots for pleasing tomorrow?"
"how could i forget?" you beamed at him and he blushed when you kissed his forehead. "proud of you."
"thank you, honey." he smiled before sitting by your outstretched legs and running a slender finger up and down your leg. "but my point was asking if you wanted to come to the shoot?"
"yeah, i already am, right?"
"no, i mean, like, be in it?"
you cringed and tapped his hand that now held on to your thigh. you weren't one for the spotlight by any means. harry was vigilant to keep your relationship as quiet as possible. over the past five years you'd been together, only a handful of sneaky paparazzi pictures or the private events you accompanied him to gave any indication to your relationship. as a matter of fact, the two of you had yet to be found out about your engagement or wedding.
"sure. it'd really just be your hands, but i'd like to tell the world you're mine. like, officially."
you smiled at the thought of harry really going official, putting out one of the biggest milestones of your life out to the world.
"i like the sound of that."
the next morning, you were sat in a makeup chair, in nothing but a black tee shirt and your best jeans. harry was sitting next to you, talking to the team members and such while also staring at you every now and then. when there was a moment of silence around you, you looked to harry with a pout. it didn't take your husband a moment to catch on without you saying anything.
"what's the matter? don't like your makeup? feeling sick? don't want to-" he went over a checklist of anything that could possibly be making you feel bad before you shook your head.
"just nervous."
harry sighed before standing from his seat to cup your cheeks. "no need to be. i love you and i've got you. no matter what." he locked your hands and bought your hand up to kiss over your wedding band and engagement ring.
"i love you, too, h."
while you waited for your nails to dry, painted pink with the stickers that spelled out 'mrs. styles' across your nails, harry took his own solo shots. some where full body and some were pictures that were taken while he demonstrated the polish in a video. you were all smiles and couldn't get enough of your beautiful husband.
you were soon taken from the chair you sat in to take a few pictures of your hands and nails, but you doubted they'd be apart of the campaign.
the photographer didn't need to tell you or harry anything as you stood on the black backdrop. you giggled softly when harry pushed his forehead against yours.
"harry, there's people." you whispered when he pushed his lips against yours.
you turned your head towards them shyly and you could see them all quickly turning their heads away from you as to not get caught, but the bitten smiles said it all.
"i don't care. i'm so lucky to be in love with you, i don't care who knows it."
"alright, are you two ready?" the photograph director called out and broke your smitten gaze on one another. you sneaked a kiss before nodding.
the shoot wasn't nearly as nerve wracking as you had led yourself to believe. all you were asked to do was display your manicure and it wasn't a hard task. once you had gotten that part down without much instruction, it was all up to you and harry to make your love known. that part was the easiest.
despite the tickles and giggles you both bubbled out when the other made a funny face or jusf being too enamored to not break out into a goofy grin, the pictures were perfect.
"these look so good." harry said as he clicked through each photo. you were behind him with one arm hugging him close to your side with the same happy smile. "you look so good."
you looked down at what harry was looking at, one of the few pictures they took as a whole body shot. harry had cracked a joke during this picture, erupting you into a belly laugh where you threw a hand over your heart and another over your stomach. you smiled at it before looking to harry who was asking for a print of it.
the next morning, as you were tangled up in the sheets of your love nest, the internet was going crazy.
the selected photo that harry captioned with 'Found my Pleasing' had amassed over two million likes. it was rather simple, as a matter of fact, you were made the pose when you padded through the house to harry's office where he was staring at your wedding book.
you stood behind him and dropped both of your arms down his warm chest and kissed the side his head near his hairline.
"good morning, mrs. styles." his hand came to grasp your forearm just like in the photo.
"good morning, mr. styles."
i write a lot of dad!harry and i wish i knew why. u don't wanna know how long this has been sitting in my drafts.
hope y'all enjoy even though i don't love the ending lol!!! and my requests r open as per
warnings: none i think
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your daughter, layla, was a busy little thing at three years old. needless to say, she kept you and harry just as busy and twice as tired. moving into a larger house was a lifesaver because she had all the space in the world to rip and run in the backyard.
it was a beautiful day today, in the low eighties with the sun behind wispy clouds that created beautiful sunlight and an easy warmth. you were doing laundry and harry was napping on the couch while layla was outside, playing with the door cracked open so she could run in and out easily if she needed, but she was having plenty of fun racing herself.
"ready, set, go!" she squealed aloud and ran as fast as her little legs would take her to what she declared the finish line. "i win! i win!" she yelled, doing a little spin of victory.
you walked pass the door to get yourself a glass of water. you smiled at your daughter in adoration with one hand on your swollen stomach and the other bringing the chilled glass to your lips.
"are you okay, lala?" you yelled out and she stopped spinning to look at you.
"yes, mama." she nodded before looking in your hand. "can i have some?"
you nodded and held out the glass, helping her when she approached you. "good?"
"mmhmm." she nodded, looking like the exact replica of her father who was absolutely knocked out. "wanna play?"
"i promise i will later." you said in the interest of getting off your feet for a little.
"okay, mama."
layla ran around the yard and paid some attention to her bubbles that sat in a little tray for a few minutes. harry was still out cold and you wished you were after running yourself ragged seven months into your second pregnancy.
layla was in the middle of another race, but fell in the middle of it. she let out a screech that one might associate with an injury, but instead, it was caused by the black figure in the manicured lawn.
"no!" she yelled out of instinct, scrambling up and looking at the ground. "enough! go, go!" she demanded with a firm pout.
instead, the figure stuck, faceless and dark and just like her. she could see her mess of curls, her hands, her legs, the ruffles on her shirt and she didn't like it one bit. and it wouldn't go away.
"i'm telling my daddy!" she said with a threatening lift to her voice and she stuck out her finger like her mother did when she was being rebellious. "stop copying me!"
when the figure didn't cease, she screamed and stomped inside with tears at her waterline. layla had very little regard for rest as she patted her father's shoulders relentlessly.
"daddy, daddy!" she cried, turning around to look in the backyard.
"oh." harry stretched out tiredly instead of immediately tending to the crisis at hand. "hello, lala."
"tell it to stop, daddy." she whined, jutting a lip out as she pouted to her father who lifted himself up on his arms. he furrowed his brows and shook his head.
"tell what to stop, lala?"
"outside."
"what's outside?"
"fix it, daddy!" she whined and tugged his hand. it was her easiest trick in the book.
harry shuffled behind his distressed daughter and put her on his hip. "what do i fix?"
she pointed outside and harry walked outside, entirely tense with worry. he made it outside and looked around the expansive yard before his daughter.
"what is it, layla?"
"look!" she squealed and pointed to the dark shadows on the ground. "say stop, daddy." she demanded of him and harry couldn't fight his life, making her look at him full on.
"lala, these are just shadows." he squatted down and kept her close.
"copy cat." she growled and harry laughed even louder.
"not exactly. they're just from the sun. they can't hurt you." he smiled and she softened a little before sniffling.
"your shadow?" she pointed at the bigger one and harry hummed.
"you're so smart, layla." he kissed her cheek at the same time you walked to the door.
"oh, h, you're up. i was wondering if you-"
"mama, look at the shadow!" she escaped harry and ran over to you, grabbing your hand.
"careful with mama and your sister, lala." harry warned from a few feet away and she nodded before moving slowly.
you arrived where harry was and he rubbed your leg when you stood beside him. "look, mommy! my shadow and your shadow."
"i see. you have the cutest shadow ever." you pinched her cheek and she smiled.
"sissy's shadow, too." she mumbled, pointing to your belly and the ground.
you and harry looked at each other with loving gazes once she sat on the ground in the shadow of harry's lap.
a, quite different, blurb for the beautiful, as it was.
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Harry's album had been in the works for ages now, spanning across most of your relationship. By the time talks of getting it organized came about, you had just moved in with Harry, meaning that you got a front row seat to the entire process. You were there for everything that had come into place in his life over the past couple of years and you were both entirely grateful for it. Now, just a few days before the first single was set to release and the teaser had just been dropped.
At sunrise, Harry had been busy as a bee, making phone calls and emailing, and anything under the sun to busy himself, more than likely to serve as a distraction. You frowned a little when you saw him out in the backyard bent slightly. You could tell that his finger was at his lips along with the insistent tapping of his foot.
Before going to sit with him, you made him a cup of tea along with the chocolate chip cookies you made. After opening the door, you set the plate with the cookies and tea settled upon it on the little table and placed a quilted blanket on his shoulders with a kiss.
"Thank you, Y/N." he hummed, not tearing his eyes away from the blue sky ahead of him, but grabbing a rung of the chair you sat in and pulling you closer. "We should get rocking chairs and put 'em right next to each other."
"We're not that old, H." you chuckled and Harry turned his head to look at you, his eyes a little brighter and his cheeks a little redder. You reached your hand out to pull back his hair and smiled back.
"Two hours until the teaser. I'm posting it myself, you know?"
"Is that what's been bothering you all day?" you asked softly, making sure your tone seemed even, but fostering a subtle direction in the conversation.
Harry sighed and sat up straight in the chair and rolled his shoulders, picking up the tea to bring straight to his lips. You wanted to hiss about how hot it was, but Harry didn't seem to mind. You kept your eyes on him and with the soft turn of his head against the chair he nodded.
"It's just nerves."
"I know we were only friends during the last releases of yours, but you seemed so much more confident."
"It's not that I'm not confident, it's that I'm nervous about what people will think. I mean, I don't care, but it's a lot different than anything else, you know?" he gestured with his slender fingers that were slightly colored by chipped nail polish. "It sounds stupid, I know, but-"
"It doesn't sound stupid, it makes perfect sense." you said firmly, reaching out to grab his hand and clutch it tightly.
"It's just overwhelming to put something so different out there. I-I've managed to keep a piece of myself out of the world, but this is more vulnerable, allows for more cut-deep analysis because it's so vague. I don't want people to not respond well to that part of me."
You let his words settle into the silence, allowed the grip he had on your hand to tighten, and most importantly gave him a moment to realize that you were there.
"There's always been me and my projects, and of course, I've gotten personal, but I've never exposed myself like this. I've been able to write and perform about the past, but this will all allow the world to come in and I don't know if I'm ready for that."
You licked your lips before trying to think up a response, but none of them carried the depth of his own.
"You can't be scared of yourself, Harry. You can't be scared to tell people that you're a living, thinking, human being who's more than what they see, who's more than a performer. You can't expect the masses to like Harry, the human. You're changing their perspective of you in the most beautiful form there is. It's a product of your mind, body, and soul more than it is a sound or brand. This song is yours, not theirs. There's nothing to be afraid of, you're all there like you've always been, the passion and the art is there. We'd have to be blind not to see it."
And as if your words were an antidote, all of his troubles melted from his face and to the blue sky. You saw the life rush back into him as he shut his eyes and nodded.
"That's what I needed to hear. You're perfect, Y/N, perfect!" he reached over and grabbed both sides of your face to smack a kiss onto your lips.
You grinned and hugged him, keeping him as tight as you could. "I'm so proud of you, Harry. Everyone is going to love it, I know it."
"Not as much as I love you." he nudged his nose against yours happily.
a/n: this is one of my longer works that depicts the three items y/n bought on her wedding day to serve as her something new, something borrowed, and something blue. it's a little different than anything ive written before, but i hope y'all enjoy!
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The day Harry got down on one knee would be one of the most beautiful days of your life. You’d known each other for nine years- three together and six as friends, and those were the best years of your life. Finding someone who loved you enough to let you find yourself while also holding your hand was something to never take for granted. You watched each other slowly come out of your cocoons and flutter to the garden that would flourish and bloom through your life together.
Now, as you sat in your dressing room, a beautiful white gown hugging your body, you stared down at your collection. As much as you loved to embrace modernity, you loved the small traditions, and one of those happened to be the ‘something new, something borrowed, and something blue’ sentiment.
“Y/N, honey, are you ready? You look gorgeous, I know.” your wedding planner knocked on the door and you thanked God for waterproof mascara.
“I’ll be out in just a second, Katie. Five minutes, please?”
“Sure. There’s an hour before the ceremony. Take your time.” you sighed and sat down.
Cold feet were the last thing you were worried about. You were as sure about yourself and Harry as much as you were sure the sun would rise and set. It was just the fact that it was happening. If you had to think about all of the things that happened on the night you met Harry, the night you shared your first kiss and he told you that he loved you more than a friend should love a friend, the night that he asked you to move in, you could always identify that burning feeling he wasn’t going anywhere.
You first picked up the gold tiger ring, your something borrowed.
“H?” your voice rang out from his closet as he sat in bed reading a book.
“Yeah?” he called back and you came out of the huge walk-in with the ring between your fingers. “What’ve you dug up?”
“This ring. Would you mind if I borrowed it sometime?” you asked, sitting on the back of your knees and Harry put his hand out to examine the ring before nodding.
“Yeah, but only for a while.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t keep it forever. It’s just really cute.”
“You can borrow it until I can replace it with your engagement ring.”
You two had only been dating for close to a year and it was the first time getting married was bought up. Sure, the two of you were serious, but you hadn’t been holding on to hope about Harry marrying you or proposing soon enough to think about. You set the ring down onto the bed and looked him in the eye.
“You want to marry me?” you asked breathily and Harry squinted observingly.
“Not if that makes you uncomfortable.”
“N-no, it doesn’t, but I didn’t think that you were thinking about it.” you admitted.
“Why wouldn’t I be? We love each other, right? Isn’t that what people in love do?”
“I love you so much, but I don’t know. You’re so on top of the world right now.”
“I wasn’t planning on dumping you no matter how big I get, love.” he reached out for you pulled you on top of his bare chest. “And I’m most certainly putting a ring on this pretty finger.”
You smiled and kissed his lips before taking the ring from his hand. “Until I get an engagement ring.”
“Until then.” he nodded, rubbing your back.
You smiled and slipped the ring onto your finger, feeling how it was still a little loose on your finger. As you picked up your something blue, Harry’s bandana. You chuckled at it, something so small and insignificant in the moment, bit pivotal to your relationshi. As you wrapped it around your boquet, a subtle detail, you thought back to Harry’s goddaughter’s birthday party.
“Auntie Y/N, spin, spin!” you giggled with the young girls surrounding you, your pink sundress floating around your ankles. “You’re a princess!”
“Am I?” you stopped before you got dizzy and bent down to pick up the freshly three year old. “What does that make you, Ms. Ruby?”
“I’m the queen because it’s my birthday!” she cheered and you smiled.
“Of course, you are. You’re the queen every day, though.”
“My daddy says I’m a drama queen.”
“Harry says that about me, too.” you scrunched your nose and kissed her forehead before setting her down. “How about you go play with the other kids, okay? Your uncle looks lonely.”
You both looked over at Harry who was leaning against the door with a red cup in hand, looking rather handsome with a blue bandana around his neck. Ruby hopped down and ran to the bouncy castle with the other kids, you smiled and smoothed your dress to walk to Harry who straightened up when he saw you.
“Hi.” you hooked your finger around his bandana to tug him closer for a sweet peck.
“Hey, beautiful.” he smiled, placing his arm around your back innocently. “Is this making you think?”
“Maybe?” you laughed, and Harry shook his head slightly.
“Sorry, I meant, does this make you think about our kids? You know, if or when we have them some day. Maybe a backyard party or a barbecue with our friends and their kids.”
“A little bit, yeah.” you played with your sparkly new engagement ring and Harry smiled. “I hope our kid has half the spunk of Ruby.”
He laughed softly and nodded, allowing you to move your hand up to clutch the blue fabric. “I can't wait."
“Neither can I.”
Your something new was beyond unexpected. As you picked it up, there was a knock on the door that sent it to the floor. “Y/N, babe, you have to take your pictures.”
“O-okay!” you said, picking it up and folding it into your garter. “Alright!” you sighed to yourself.
You stood up and smoothed down the beautiful gown, undoubtedly one of the finest things you’d ever owned, and smiled at yourself in the mirror.
You opened the door and didn’t even know you were smiling, allowing the photographer to get the picture that would soon hang on your walls for years to come.
That smile didn’t leave your face for the rest of the night. Not as you walked behind Ruby who threw petals in front of you to lead you to a lovesick Harry who was shaking his head at your astounding beauty. You smiled when he dipped you down in front of all your guests to give you a loving kiss. You smiled during the first dance to a song he wrote and recorded specially for tonight, you smiled even harder when he carried you through the doors of the Italian villa property he owned.
Once you and Harry were settled, both remaining in your clothes from the beginning of the rest of your lives, he sat you on his lap and kissed you until you were both out of breath.
“What was your something new?” he asked, breaking away, still holding your face and his eyes were stormy as if the question had been troubling him all night. “You had my tiger ring, and you had my blue bandana. What was your something new?”
Your heart pounded and you pulled away from him. He furrowed his eyebrows and you stood in front of him. “You really want to know?”
“How could I not?” he laughed, raking his fingers through his hair. You chuckled to yourself and pulled up your dress. “This isn’t exactly new to me, baby.”
“Shut up.” you giggled, getting it high enough to reach your garter.
Harry licked his lips when you pulled out the folded piece of paper from your lacey white garter. Your heart pounded when you sat next to him, setting it in his hands.
“What is this?” he looked almost like he was being presented with a single piece of a puzzle.
“It’s our something new.”
With a heavy sigh, he opened the tiny photograph, being presented with what was clearly an ultrasound picture. You swallowed and waited for his reaction, hoping that you weren’t making a mistake. Before he spoke, one of his hands reached out for your thigh with his new gold wedding band shining brightly.
“Our something new... our baby. You’re pregnant!”
“I’m pregnant.” you confirmed a smile gracing your face and tears welling in your eyes, causing Harry to squat in front of your legs and become eye level with your stomach. “We’re having a baby.”
“You’re fucking with me. I-is there a tradition to prank your husband?”
“No” you promised, cupping the sides of his face as he gazed up at you, his hands on your stomach.
“Oh, my God.” he whispered, pressing a kiss over the silk on your stomach. “A baby. We’re having a baby.”
requests for harry angst/fluff are open!!!!
requests for harry angst/fluff are open!!!!