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she’s such a baddie, i’m rooting for it
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Quick question. How would you feel to see Harry and Yovanna Ventura together? She’s puerto rican. Check her out. She’s hot. Gorgeous. Ugh literally everything
she’s such a baddie, i’m rooting for it
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Can you write a harry imagine where he wakes up in the middle of the night because he's feeling really ill to his stomach all of a sudden and wants you?
this is cute, i’ve added it to the list :)
someone not knowing that the kiwi music video drops in 2 days: you good?
me, in my head: who is beau, and why is she identical to harry. why does he put kiwi the same number of times underneath each post. also, why do these kids have Gucci suits. are they all his babies and it's none of my business?
me, in real life: yeah m8 I'm good why do you ask
Every Step of the Way
Anon request: 8. Giving birth to ur first child and Harry is there every step of the way
“Harry?”
“Hm?”
“When did you first realize that you were in love with me?” I asked as I looked up at him from my propped up position on his chest. We were currently laid together in our bed, watching a romantic comedy on TV.
He continued playing with my curls as my hand rested on my 9-month baby bump, silence washing over us before he spoke up.
“I think it was when I was drivin’ you home after our fourth date? Far Away Eyes came on and you knew every single word.” I watched as a small smile spread across his face, causing me to do the same. “I was a bit surprised, honestly. And very impressed.”
“Is it because I’m black?” I raised an eyebrow, a teasing expression spreading across my dark complexion. Although I know that Harry would never think this, I am aware that many people have the misconception that all black people only listen to rap, R&B, and hip hop.
“Never,” he scoffed. “I was just surprised by how turned on I was by a Mick Jagger impression.”
“Harry!” I laughed, smacking his chest playfully. Says the Mick Jagger lovechild himself. “Boy, you wild.”
“You know what I’m really craving right now?” I asked twenty minutes into the movie, propping my chin up on his chest again. “Homemade cookies.”
Harry glanced down at me, eyebrows raised questioningly at my suggestive tone before focusing his attention on the movie once more.
“Nice try, Y/n, but the cravings stage was during the first trimester,” he replied smugly. “I read it in Pregnancy for Men.” When we first found out I was pregnant, Harry began bringing home more pregnancy books than I could count, reading them whenever he could during the day. It seemed like he knew more about my pregnancy than I did at times.
“Please?” I put on my best puppy face, jutting my lower lip out in a convincing pout.
“Don’t look at me like that!”
“Harry..” I cooed, slowly trailing my hand up his chest. A grin slowly crept up on his lips, my face mirroring his as he continued his focus on the screen. We both knew he’d do it anyway, but he just wanted to play games.
“You’re lucky I love you,” he caved, kissing my forehead before standing up. “And you,” he added, bending down to kiss my huge belly. I giggled at the ticklish feeling, Harry smiling up at me before making his way into the kitchen. I got up as well, only to sit down on one of the stools at the granite island.
“I love you too, H,” I said as I watched him get the ingredients he needed. His white Paul McCartney t-shirt rose up a little as he did this, revealing a sliver of his tanned skin. His back muscles began to flex as he began to mix the ingredients together in a glass bowl.
“Yeah yeah. You only love me because I’m a baker.”
“Can you really call yourself a baker if cookies are the only thing you can make?” I snorted as I popped one of the chocolate morsels from the bag he set on the counter into my mouth.
“I will have you know, Y/n, that I make an award-winning banana bread as well!”
Donned in a cream-colored floral apron with one hand resting sassily on his hip, Harry sure was a sight to see.
“Award-winning on account of...?”
“Award-winning on account that it’s me mum’s recipe!”
I giggled before walking (more like waddling) over to him, leaning against the counter as he grinned at me.
“You never told me when you realized you were in love with me,” he stated as he began molding the cookie dough, carefully placing them on the cookie sheet.
“Who said I was in love with you?” I joked.
“Ha ha,” he replied sarcastically before putting the cookies in the oven. “After all of the love I’ve given you, this is the way I’m treated? And to think that I was going to--”
“Okay okay!” I laughed, cutting off his rambling. “I think it was when..no. It was probably when..”
Suddenly, I felt a pop and a warm sensation running down my legs. “Shit!”
“Can’t be that hard to remember, can it love?” Harry asked with , his back still turned to me as he began to place the dishes in the sink.
“No! Harry! The.. the baby thing is happening!” I flailed my arms around as he finally turned around, eyes wide as he held his arms up in panic.
“Oh, erm, okay, okay! The car! Let’s get you to the car!” He carefully placed my slides in front of me. I slipped them on before he led me out of the door, gently seating me in his Range Rover.
“The oven!” He yelled before running back to turn it off. He was back and seated in the driver’s seat in less than a minute.
“You alright, love?” Harry asked as he quickly fastened my seatbelt before speeding off.
“Just..please drive faster, H!”
“I’m going as fast as I can, darling.” He usually only called me that when he was trying to calm me down, and it usually worked. His attempts were futile, however, seeing as the only thing that I could focus on were the intense contractions taking over my body.
“Focus on your breathing, yeah? Deep breaths, in and out.” I closed my eyes as I followed his advice, only for them to open in pain as another contraction ripped through me.
“Almost there, hang in there darling.”
We finally arrived at the hospital ten minutes later. I was quickly placed in a wheelchair by a nurse, grasping onto Harry’s hand for dear life.
“You’re alright darling, I’m right here. Just breath in, and out,” he said calmingly into my ear as I began to do so. He looked into my eyes, inhaling and exhaling along with me as he brushed stray curls matted by sweat from my forehead. I kept his hand in my bone-crushing grip as I followed the doctor’s orders and began to push.
A cry rang out through the hospital room after the last push. I laid back in the hospital bed, watching through half-opened lids as the newborn was placed in my arms.
“Oh my God,” I said as I looked down in disbelief. Her eyes were still shut as she continued to cry, arms and legs moving about in freedom. “Harry, she’s beautiful,” I teared up in joy as I looked up at him. His own eyes held tears as he nodded, gasping when our daughter slowly opened her eyes as her cries died down. Our daughter.
I anxiously waited for the nurse to bring her back to us after her cleaning. When he did, she was swaddled in a cozy-looking, pink blanket.
“I can’t believe we created her,” Harry stated in astonishment. I gazed up at the site of him cradling our daughter, who we decided to name Essie for short, smiling as he rocked her to sleep.
“I never answered your question,” I said after awhile of peaceful silence. He looked up at me from his seat next to the bed, eyebrow raised questioningly. “There’s no defining moment that made me realize that I was in love with you, but you somehow manage to make me love you a little more each day, as impossible as that sounds.” Thank God my melanin keeps my blushing face at bay!
He carefully set the sleeping Essie into her hospital crib, looking over her to see if she was okay before turning towards me.
“I may have lied to you a bit,” he said as his thumb brushed across my cheek. “I didn’t fall in love with you on the fourth date. It was, rather, the first time I met you.”
“What?” I laughed quietly, looking over to see that I hadn’t woken up Essie. “That was a whole mess,” I recalled, flashing back to the spilt slushy and the stubbed toe.
“Yeah, but it was our mess,” he said flashing a cute grin. “M’serious though. It’s hard to explain, but I felt..drawn to you in a way.”
“What cheesy rom-com did you get that line from?”
“You are just filled with sass today, aren’t you?”
I grinned as I held my hand out for his, placing a soft peck on his knuckles before resting my cheek on it. “I love you, H,” I yawned out. “I really do.”
“I know, love,” Harry replied gently as his thumb grazed over my cheek. “I do have one more confession to make.”
I arched an eyebrow questioningly as I waited for him to continue. “I was never an actual baker.”
“You didn’t think I knew that?” I responded. I was unfazed, whereas Harry looked as surprised as ever.
“How did you--”
“Who would hire a sixteen-year-old high schooler as a part-time baker? You weren’t foolin’ nobody, Harold.”
“Well, it still feels good to get that off my chest. Whew!” I side-eyed him before quietly laughing at his dramatics. I let out a big yawn, fatigue finally overcoming me from the delivery.
“I’m so glad you were here with me through it all,” I yawned again, fighting to keep my heavy eyelids open.
“I know love,” he said as I felt his hands running through my curls. My eyes began to feel even heavier as a result of the soothing sensation.
“Get some sleep, yeah? Essie and I will still be here when you wake up.”
idk about that ending man
sorry about the lack of updates, college is murdering me rn as we speak
hope you like the story tho ;)
I just want to date someone who loves music, has a big heart, loves to travel, is open minded, is Harry Edward Styles born 1 February 1994, an English singer and songwriter. He is known as a member of the pop rock band One Direction. He made his debut as a singer with his ba-
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Harry Styles Group Chat (11.2.2017)
🥀Harry Styles active Group Chat🥀
Want to join a group of harries who enjoy keeping track of this endearing man?Well you have come to the right place! Rules:
-stan Harry Styles (duh)
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30/10 - Katie from MUNA holding up a Black Lives Matter sign at the second London show 🖤
If anyone has seen the video there was a black man at Harry's concert thanking fans about blm it's on hsupdating.
if anyone has the link, please send it so i can post it!!