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Surprises

Harry had been hyping up this date for weeks on end, telling you how much you were going to love it and how excited he was to finally be able to take you to this place. The thing was of course, he wasn’t going to tell you anything about it.

He woke you up early in the morning, kissing all over your cheeks, forehead, nose, and then finally your lips. You groaned and tried to playfully push him away, telling him it was too early to even think of moving. He laughed and leaned down, carefully picking you up into his arms. “Now darling, didn’t I tell you that today was going to be very important? We’re finally going to go on that date I’ve been telling you about!” His excited tone and the wide grin on his face was enough to make you smile and agree with a sleepy nod of your head, letting your body relax into his arms as he carried you downstairs and into the kitchen where he had already made your breakfast and put it at your seat at the table.

You whined childishly when he started to put you down, a chuckle rumbling in his chest when you tried to hold onto him. You kept shaking your head and tugging at the material of his shirt when he would try to put you down, only resulting in him obliging and sitting in your chair with you sat comfortably in his lap. He jokingly called you his baby, kissing your temple and asking if you needed to be fed as well. You smiled sheepishly, looking up at him with a glint of mischief in your eye as you nodded. Needless to say, you both spent the morning feeding each other your pancakes.

As your morning went on and you prepared for your date, Harry made sure to tell you to dress for being outdoors and to not forget your raincoat just incase. You quickly cleaned yourself up, changing into some nicer clothes and putting a little bit of makeup on before you were ready to head out the door. As you descended the stairs, your lovely boyfriend was grinning at you with such admiration that you could feel yourself becoming extremely bashful. He told you how absolutely gorgeous you looked, and asked how it was possible for you to grow more beautiful each day. He was smitten with you and wouldn’t hesitate to tell you or anyone else that fact.

The two of you finally left after he picked up his keys from the hanger in the coat closet, pulling out your red raincoat and his own black one. He opened every door for you, being an absolute gentleman in every way as always. He was by far the most amazing man you had ever had the pleasure to call your own. During the car ride, Harry explained that the two of you were going to be tourists for the day. You were going to go to every main attraction, take a thousand photos, and just spend the day with each other. But of course there would be more surprises later, he couldn’t tell you everything.

“What’s the fun in that?” He would say when you asked if he could tell you the other surprises. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You had already known that there would ve more surprises later, there always are with Harry. When you arrived in the main area of the city, Harry opened your door again and bowed dramatically, adding in a little “m'lady” just to hear you laugh at how silly he was. You shut the door and took his hand into yours, walking alongside him to see every little shop and museum around, taking silly photos of each other in all of the different places and asking strangers on the street if they could take some of the two of you together.

As you carried on through your day, Harry had grabbed ahold of your hand again, an eager smile on his face as he led you to the London Eye. “So I may have forgotten to mention… the Eye is actually closed today, but I made some calls and got us in on our own.” Your jaw had dropped slightly as you turned to look up at him. It was rare for Harry to use his name to get special treatment, he didn’t like to think of himself as any better than anyone else when he went out. You couldn’t stop telling him how excited you were, the excitment on your face and in your voice making Harry smile.

When you finally got into the small capsule, you held onto his arm tightly, taking in your surroundings as you slowly rose higher and higher. “Let me get a few pictures, yeah?” Harry mumbled as he moved away a bit. You nodded softly, your attention still fully focused on the city around you. You heard him fumble around a bit before he cleared his throat to regain your attention, but when you turned to face him he wasn’t standing in front of you with a camera held up. Instead he was knelt down with his hands shaking, his grandmother’s engagement ring being held up to you.

“I, um… told you there would be some more surprises.” He laughed nervously under his breath. He started to tell you about how much he loved you, even from the very second you met. He told you about how you had changed his life, made him happier than anyone else ever had. He even reminded you of some of your favorite shared moments together since you had started dating.

“I’m so in love with you… Have been for a while now. I don’t know what I’d do without you at this point. So I think what I’m trying to say in all this… I want to spend forever with you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. Could you give me the privilege of that? Please? Would you please marry me?”

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Surprises

Harry had been hyping up this date for weeks on end, telling you how much you were going to love it and how excited he was to finally be able to take you to this place. The thing was of course, he wasn't going to tell you anything about it.

He woke you up early in the morning, kissing all over your cheeks, forehead, nose, and then finally your lips. You groaned and tried to playfully push him away, telling him it was too early to even think of moving. He laughed and leaned down, carefully picking you up into his arms. "Now darling, didn't I tell you that today was going to be very important? We're finally going to go on that date I've been telling you about!" His excited tone and the wide grin on his face was enough to make you smile and agree with a sleepy nod of your head, letting your body relax into his arms as he carried you downstairs and into the kitchen where he had already made your breakfast and put it at your seat at the table.

You whined childishly when he started to put you down, a chuckle rumbling in his chest when you tried to hold onto him. You kept shaking your head and tugging at the material of his shirt when he would try to put you down, only resulting in him obliging and sitting in your chair with you sat comfortably in his lap. He jokingly called you his baby, kissing your temple and asking if you needed to be fed as well. You smiled sheepishly, looking up at him with a glint of mischief in your eye as you nodded. Needless to say, you both spent the morning feeding each other your pancakes.

As your morning went on and you prepared for your date, Harry made sure to tell you to dress for being outdoors and to not forget your raincoat just incase. You quickly cleaned yourself up, changing into some nicer clothes and putting a little bit of makeup on before you were ready to head out the door. As you descended the stairs, your lovely boyfriend was grinning at you with such admiration that you could feel yourself becoming extremely bashful. He told you how absolutely gorgeous you looked, and asked how it was possible for you to grow more beautiful each day. He was smitten with you and wouldn't hesitate to tell you or anyone else that fact.

The two of you finally left after he picked up his keys from the hanger in the coat closet, pulling out your red raincoat and his own black one. He opened every door for you, being an absolute gentleman in every way as always. He was by far the most amazing man you had ever had the pleasure to call your own. During the car ride, Harry explained that the two of you were going to be tourists for the day. You were going to go to every main attraction, take a thousand photos, and just spend the day with each other. But of course there would be more surprises later, he couldn't tell you everything.

"What's the fun in that?" He would say when you asked if he could tell you the other surprises. You couldn't help but roll your eyes. You had already known that there would ve more surprises later, there always are with Harry. When you arrived in the main area of the city, Harry opened your door again and bowed dramatically, adding in a little "m'lady" just to hear you laugh at how silly he was. You shut the door and took his hand into yours, walking alongside him to see every little shop and museum around, taking silly photos of each other in all of the different places and asking strangers on the street if they could take some of the two of you together.

As you carried on through your day, Harry had grabbed ahold of your hand again, an eager smile on his face as he led you to the London Eye. "So I may have forgotten to mention… the Eye is actually closed today, but I made some calls and got us in on our own." Your jaw had dropped slightly as you turned to look up at him. It was rare for Harry to use his name to get special treatment, he didn't like to think of himself as any better than anyone else when he went out. You couldn't stop telling him how excited you were, the excitment on your face and in your voice making Harry smile.

When you finally got into the small capsule, you held onto his arm tightly, taking in your surroundings as you slowly rose higher and higher. "Let me get a few pictures, yeah?" Harry mumbled as he moved away a bit. You nodded softly, your attention still fully focused on the city around you. You heard him fumble around a bit before he cleared his throat to regain your attention, but when you turned to face him he wasn't standing in front of you with a camera held up. Instead he was knelt down with his hands shaking, his grandmother's engagement ring being held up to you.

"I, um… told you there would be some more surprises." He laughed nervously under his breath. He started to tell you about how much he loved you, even from the very second you met. He told you about how you had changed his life, made him happier than anyone else ever had. He even reminded you of some of your favorite shared moments together since you had started dating.

"I'm so in love with you… Have been for a while now. I don't know what I'd do without you at this point. So I think what I'm trying to say in all this… I want to spend forever with you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. Could you give me the privilege of that? Please? Would you please marry me?"

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Studio Lunches

So H has been working in the studio for endless hours over the past few weeks and the twins were really starting to get fussy about missing him. Even though he was home at night, he barely had any time to spend with them and love on them.

You had been dancing around the living room of your house with the two toddlers, singing along to one of their many cds that Harry had made for them (all that were filled with the most child appropriate songs from his favorite artists) when your phone started to ring. You quickly turned the volume down a bit and went into the next room as the kids continued to sing and dance to Shania Twain.

When you lifted your phone up to your ear, you whispered so the two sets of little ears wouldn't hear you, "H? Wasn't expecting to hear from you yet, is everything alright?" He's quick to assure you that everything's more than fine, mumbling a shy admittance that he really missed you and the little ones more than ever today.

He asked if you could come over to the studio with them in about an hour so he could spend time with you all during his lunch break to which you responded with an obvious yes. "Alright, darling, that's great. I'll see you in a bit, okay? Love you so much." You told him that you loved him as well and said your goodbyes, hanging up the phone and going back to inform Oli and Phee about the plans that you had just made with their dad.

Both of them were absolutely ecstatic, jumping around and telling you how excited they were to do see daddy at work. You laughed softly at their enthusiasm, encouraging them that they should go ahead and get ready to go so you all had time to pick up his favorite lunch on your way there. You helped the two three-year-old kids get dressed, making sure their teeth were clean and hair was done before finishing getting yourself ready.

When the three of you left home, you sent a text to Harry to let him know that you would be there as soon as you had picked up lunch. Oli kept bouncing in his seat as he watched out the window, telling you about all of the things that he could see in the clouds on his side of the car as Phee did the same. After arriving at the studio, you held Ophelia's hand and she held Oliver's, the food being carried in your opposite hand.

As you made your way through the studio, you heard Harry call out, "Who are those three stunning people I see?" Both of the twins turned to see him, their faces spread in wide grins as they ran to him. He held both of them in his arms as they all giggled, the twins kissing both of his cheeks. "It's good to see you too! I missed you a lot!" He told them sincerely before kissing both of them on the cheek.

They both told him how much they had missed him too, nuzzling even closer and not wanting to let go. You smiled brightly as you watched, walking over and greeting harry with a quick kiss. He hummed and mumbled, "don't think I forgot about you, missed you just as much as these two." A soft chuckle passed through his lips as your cheeks flushed and you playfully hid behind your hand. He told you that you all should hurry and eat lunch because he had a surprise for the twins if they were both really good and ate all of their food.

They both eagerly agreed as Harry carried them into the main area of the building, setting them down and moving a few things so they could sit at the table with you and himself. As the four of you ate, Harry talked to you and the kids about all of the fun things that he had been missing out on while he was so busy working. The twins would tell him about every little thing that they had done with so much excitement and joy that their father couldn't help but grin at how happy they made him.

If you were being honest, you couldn't wipe the smile off of your face either. The three people that made you happiest were sitting around you, how could you be anything but happy in that moment?

When both of the kids had finished their lunch they quickly jumped up and moved closer to Harry, begging to know what their surprise was. He laughed as they made the poutiest faces they could muster up, looking up at him with wide puppy eyes. "Alright, alright!" He said, jokingly raising his hands up in surrender.

He got up from his place at the small table, grabbing a little ukulele from the side and clearing his throat dramatically. He closed his eyes and acted like he was about to play, sucking in a deep breath before peeking one eye open to see the bewildered anticipation on both of his kids' faces. He grinned and started playing the ukulele, singing a few lines of a new song that he had written with them in mind. A few of the lines weren't finished yet so he'd fill them in with silly phrases just to get a laugh out of Oliver and Ophelia.

When he finished, he put the uke to the side and chuckled as the small boy and girl applauded him. He asked them if they liked it, both of them nodding profusely in response. "Yeah, it was super good! Don't you think so, mumma?" Oliver exclaimed, looking over at you. You grinned, your eyes still a bit teary from how much you loved seeing Harry and your kids so happy with each other. "Absolutely, Oli. I think it may even be my new favorite."

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Holding

Okay but like what if you were with h the day after the tour and he was really sad because he was going to miss performing and seeing the fans so often. He doesn't tell you upset about it but you can just kind of tell by his body language. But after you both have dinner, he gently grabs your hand in his and pulls you to the couch. he doesn't even have to ask you to lay down, you already know what he needs. So you position yourself on the couch and hold your arms out to him and he snuggles into you and sighs. You start to play with his hair and rub his shoulder, waiting for him to talk first because he needs the time to think. When he finally speaks up, he mumbles so softly that you can barely make out what he says. "Dunno what I'm gonna do now… have a few weeks until we leave for writing sessions, but I just want to get back up there. I miss it already, it feels weird." You listen carefully and nod along, just holding him close. "I know you miss it, you always do… but for now you have me at least. And your fans are still there, don't worry about that. Just means that it's going to feel even better to get the new stuff written and out there." He takes a second to think before shifting and meeting your eyes. He has a soft smile displayed on his face, so faint that you may not have noticed it if he wasn't so close. He slowly leans in and presses his lips to yours for a brief moment. "Thank you… you're the absolute best, always know how to make it better."

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"Raffe"

“This for dada?” Ophelia ran up to your leg, holding out a small stuffed turtle from her toy box. You smiled softly at her, shaking your head. Ever since you had mentioned to the twins that they were going to pick out presents for Harry for father’s day, your daughter had been running back and forth from her room to yours with her own toys, asking if they would be a good gift for her dad.

“No, no, love, daddy wants you to keep your toys!” You’d tell her with a smile, shaking your head. She would nod and return the toy to its place, bringing a new one a few minutes later and holding it out to you, the same three words being repeated another time. When she came back with her favorite pink giraffe held tightly to her chest, she crawled up in your lap and asked you, “We get dada ‘raffe? Not Phee’s ‘raffe.”

You let out a soft laugh, tearing up at how large and full your daughter's heart was. “We can see if we can find daddy a giraffe like Phee’s… We’re going to pick something out at the store, baby, daddy doesn't want to take your toys away!” She nodded and leaned over to rest against your shoulder, your lips kissing her forehead as she got comfortable.

“How about we go get dressed and we can go when Oli wakes up from his nap?” The small girl, nearly two years old now, looked up at you with wide eyes and a grin, looking undeniably like her father in that moment. You stood and held her to your chest, groaning playfully and telling her that she’s growing way too fast as she giggled in response. You helped her get dressed, making sure she was comfortable before exchanging your clothes for something nicer as well.

After Oliver woke up, you helped him get dressed as well and then took them to the car. The travel time wasn't extremely long, and the twins were always finding some way to entertain themselves, so it felt like a nice drive. You put them both in their stroller, walking around the mall and looking for things that Harry might like.

Oli was looking at hats and bandanas, eventually putting one on his head and giggling, “this give dada!” You laughed along and nodded, telling him that he had made a wonderful choice and his daddy would love it. Phee was still watching around her as you pushed the stroller, a soft pout on her lips. She wanted to get something absolutely perfect, her daddy was her favorite person in the world.

When you were passing a toy store, her eyes grew wide as she pointed and yelled, “‘Raffe!” You stopped and entered the store, helping Ophelia out of the stroller and over to the shelves where she picked out the biggest pink giraffe she could find. The smile that lit up her face brought one to your own lips as well. She was thrilled to have found something she thought Harry would love. After you paid and went back home, you helped both of the kids wrap their gifts for father’s day, hiding them under Oli’s bed and then going to meet Harry for dinner since he had been in the studio all day.

Two days later, Oli and Phee were up much earlier than usual, excited to help you get everything ready for their day with Harry. They had helped put all of his breakfast on a tray and then ran into your room to wake him up, climbing up on the bed as they giggled. You followed behind them, tray in your hands, watching them pat on his arms and call for him to wake up. Harry playfully groaned and wrapped his arms around both of them, holding them to his chest.

“It daddy day!” Oliver laughed and held onto his father's arm, making Harry chuckle as well before opening his eyes and looking at the two children in his arms. “Oh is it?” Both of the twins started nodding before Ophelia looked over at you. “Dada have food too!” You smiled lightly and nodded, bringing the tray over and setting it on the nightstand before sitting next to your husband and kids, kissing each of their cheeks.

“Good morning, darling.” Harry hummed softly when your lips touched the skin of his face, turning slightly to return a kiss to your forehead. The four of you sat together in your bed, eating breakfast and enjoying the company of one another.

When you had all finished, Phee and Oli got down from the bed and went into Oli’s room, getting Harry’s gifts and bringing them back to him with excited grins on both of their faces. They put them by his lap on the bed before climbing back up and sitting on either side of him. “You didn’t have to get me anything!” Harry laughed softly and shook his head, looking over at you before back to the twins.

“Alright, which one first?” Oli quickly put the box with his hat in his lap, smiling widely with such anticipation that his heart was racing. Harry opened it and gasped dramatically, quickly putting it on his head. “A new hat! I absolutely love it, Oli, thank you!” Oliver giggled and stood up, hugging his father tightly as he wrapped his arms around his son's smaller figure.

When he sat back down, Harry looked over at Phee who had a bashful smile playing on her lips. Harry’s heart could burst at how adorable both of his children were in their own ways. “Okay, princess, can I open yours now?” She nodded eagerly in response, standing up on her knees to see the inside of the box as he unwrapped it, even though she already knew what was inside.

When her father lifted the stuffed animal out of the box, his eyes filled with tears. He was rendered speechless by his daughter. “It a ‘raffe like me ‘raffe! Dada take ‘raffe to ‘rember Phee when go bye!” When she explained why she had given him the toy, you and harry both were on the verge of crying. He sniffled slightly, hoping she wouldn't notice as he smiled brightly and hugged her tightly to his chest. “Could never forget my Phee, thank you, baby. Couldn't forget any of you lovely people that I get to call my family. Love you all too much.” He was choking on his words as he kept his eyes closed to mask the tears.

“Happy daddy day, daddy.” Ophelia said with a giggle, hugging him as Oliver joined in added his own, “Happy daddy day!”

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Stay

Harry had sat down with you in his sizeable living area, taking both of your hands in his as you both faced each other. His legs were folded so he could fully turn toward you, your body positioned the same way as you watched his serious and thoughtful expression. He opened and closed his mouth at least six times before you playfully taunted him, swatting at his arm with a light laugh.

"Come on, H, spit it out. It can't be any worse than things you've told me before, can it?" He frowned at you, shaking his head. "It's not that easy! It's not just me making a fool of myself, I'm not messing around!" He was getting frustrated with himself, you could tell by the way the creases in his brow were becoming more prominent. After sitting in silence for another few minutes he groaned and dropped your hands from his own, covering his face as he shook his head in embarrassment. "Forget it, maybe you should just go… "

You knew that something had been bothering him, but Harry was never one to try to make someone leave, especially when he had been the one to invite them in the first place. "Are you trying to get rid of me..?" You questioned him, clueless as to what you could have done. "Harry, if I overstepped,  I-"

He was quick to cut you off. "No! No, you didn't, I just… I can't let myself get back into a relationship, it's not going to work. I'm scared to be with someone again, especially you! What if this goes too far and we can't be friends anymore? Maybe we should just go back to being strictly friends." His eyes were wide, looking around the room before finally settling on yours again.

Okay maybe you and Harry had become a little more than friendly over the past few weeks, exchanging longer hugs and even sneaking in some harmless kisses before falling asleep together when you stayed over. You had wondered if the feelings bubbling and flourishing had been noticed by him as well, but this wasn't the reaction to them that you had thought would come with his acknowledgement.

You hadn't noticed the tears pooling in your eyes until you swallowed the lump in your throat, a wavering response coming from your lips, “Harry… I'm scared of not being with you. What if this could turn into something amazing? You know I'm not like her… I really do care about you, I always have. Why should we give that up when there’s a real chance that we could be happy together?”

He let out his own shaky breath as he reached up to cup your cheeks in his hands, resting his forehead against yours as your own hands held onto his wrists. He couldn't get any words to come out, all he could do was hold onto you. He was horrified. Horrified of being broken and used again, but even more afraid of losing you. He pulled you forward and into his lap as both of you clung to each other, scared that if you were to let go, you wouldn't be able to hold each other the same way again.

So much time passed as you sat on his couch, in his lap, that you couldn't remember how long it had been. Harry moved slightly to tuck his face into your neck and start nodding, mumbling softly. “I’m scared of not being with you too… Stay…”

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Lovely (Jealous!Harry part 4)

eight months later, harry had come off the stage for his show and cleaned up before heading back to his hotel. he had planned on going to sleep as soon as he could, but his mind was too fogged with the images he had seen on his phone earlier in the day. today was the day he knew he had officially lost. the photos were beautiful, he would have loved to see them if the situation had been different, but to him they represented something he could have had. you were smiling so widely, your hair curled and pinned up with small flowers placed around it, and your gorgeous white dress and veil framed you perfectly. you looked like you could have come out of one of the hundreds of wedding magazines that you’d been looking through since you were a teenager.

harry lifted his phone from the bedside table and opened your instagram for the eleventh time since this morning, the light from the screen making him squint in his dark hotel room. he looked through the photos of just you, the ones with your bridesmaids, your family, and finally with lee. his heart felt like it was the weight of a bus, pressing against his chest and stomach as he finally allowed himself to break down in tears. he threw his phone across the room, onto the small couch as he yelled in frustration and tugged his hair. he hadn’t answered any of your calls or texts since you walked out of his house eight months ago. he had even changed the locks so you couldn’t just let yourself in, even though he had left just a week after the confession between you both.

the constant sounds of you beating on his front door as he drank away his feelings were nearly deafening. he couldn’t allow you to see him as broken as he had become because of you, he knew it would destroy you. no matter how much you had hurt him, he couldn’t bring himself to even think about hurting you in return. that’s the thing that really made harry realize how much he truly loved you. you were his sunshine that would come in his window every morning, making him ready to start his day. breaking you would only break himself more, so why would he even consider it?

even now as he’s curled up in a random hotel bed, crying until his chest and throat hurt, he wants to be able to tell you that he’s happy for you. he knows it isn’t true. he knows how selfish he is for wishing you had just left lee then and been with him. but no matter how wrong he continues to tell himself it is to wish for you still, he can’t bring himself to stop. it doesn’t make sense how he cut you off but continues to cry for you at night, but does love ever make sense?

harry’s started to question if real love is even an actual thing. when he left his home to live with gemma until it was time for him to start tour preparation again, jess had left him too. she told him how she felt so deeply for him but she knew that it was impossible for him to really feel that toward her, so she had to do what was best for both of them. he was entirely alone from that point, at least in his mind. of course he still had gemma and his mum, but they weren’t you. jess had at least been there to fill the space that he wished you would take. when she moved on from him, the space felt like it tripled in size.

since then, harry’s been touring off and on for five months. there are only twelve shows left, then he doesn’t know what he’s going to do with himself. there’s always the option of traveling somewhere to write music like he did for his first album, but his mind couldn’t settle on anything but his longing for you. everything he wrote was about how much he wished you were his, how you should let him love you like you know he wants to, how you could love him if you’d let yourself… he couldn’t release an entire album of songs about how messed up he felt, people would know that he isn’t okay. he’s not allowed to be negative often, he’s supposed to be a source of positivity and love for his fans. at least that’s what he tells himself.

sniffling and wiping harshly at his face, harry gets up and makes himself go into the bathroom, not wanting to let your happiness destroy him any more tonight. but when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he freezes and just stares at his reflection. his hair is a mess, his entire body is red and patchy, his nose is nearly dripping from the intensity of his cries. though what catches him the most are his eyes. they’re nearly swollen shut, red from the amount of tears that have come from them. there’s no life in them, he decides. the reason they look so dull and lifeless is because he hasn’t seen the sun, his sun, in what feels like a thousand years. his mind tells him that he doesn’t need the sun because the sun doesn’t need him, but his heart is crying out for you.

harry sucks in a deep breath and proceeds to clean and rid his face of any sign that he’s been upset. once he feels like he can breathe without wavering again, he goes back in his room and grabs his phone off of the couch, sending a text to jeff for the band to be ready to practice a new cover tomorrow along with the link to the song. he was going to get his feelings off of his chest in front of a crowd, maybe that would make him feel better. at this point he wondered if anything would work, but he was willing to try. it was time for him to give it one last shot before giving up.

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Dada!

“come on, oli, i know you can do it! say dada! da-da! it’s easy, you can do it!” harry urged his one year old son that sat in his lap. ophelia had already mastered saying both “mama” and “dada” but oli had been a little more… stubborn. the baby boy would grin up at harry and shake his head, chanting, “mama, mama, mama!”

harry would groan in return, a small chuckle slipping past his lips when oli bounced in his lap to signal for his father to keep playing the game he enjoyed so much. “unbelievable little rascal, you are.” he would mutter before kissing his son's nose and starting the cycle all over again. it had been going on for nearly half an hour when you entered the nursery with phee in your arms, a grin displayed on your face at the sight of your husband and son going through their daily routine that had started over a month ago.

“dada!” phee squealed excitedly when she saw harry, bouncing in your arms and reaching for him. harry’s eyes shot up to her as he grinned and held his free arm out to her. “mama!” oliver said, reaching toward you when you carefully placed his sister in harry’s lap. the playful pout on their father's lips returned as he looked up at you, jealousy laced in his features. he wasn't upset by any means, he just wished that oli would show the same level of affection for him as he did for you.

as you wrapped your arms around his small frame, you laughed softly and allowed him to nuzzle his body closely to your chest. “oli baby! are you being silly? why won't you say daddy?” the small boy patted your cheek and continued babbling different sounds, grinning like he knew exactly what he was doing to mess with you and harry. ophelia looked over at her brother, shouting, “da! da! dada!” which made harry laugh and kiss her small, chubby cheek right where her dimple peeked out. even she wanted oli to say it, so why wouldn't he?

“it’s alright, princess, oli will say daddy when he’s ready.” harry would tell her softly, smiling when she looked up at him with curiosity in her eyes. “da!” the shout that came from oli shocked all of his family, each of you turning your attention to him as he giggled and clapped, reaching back toward harry. “did he just…” your gaze met harry's as he trailed off, already knowing the answer but being too amazed to believe it was real.

you nodded as the two of you slowly started to grin at each other. “da! da! da!” oliver began to chant, leaning as far toward his dad as he could without loosening himself from your grip. harry was quick to pull him in his lap next to phee, hugging him close and trying to hide the tears brimming his eyes as he chuckled breathily and nodded. “that's right, bud. dada.”

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The Scientist (Jealous part 3)

“how do i say it? do i just tell her i love her? should i be less direct about it and tell her slowly? do i even say anything about it or should i let her go?” harry’s mind was rushing over every way that this could end and he was fearful that he could lose you in either of the major options he had.

as much as he wanted to tell you about his foolishly cheesy admiration for you and how his heart has grown three times its original size just to fit part of the love he has for you and then one day it burst, filling the rest of his body with that love. you had turned into the only life he knew. you were coursing in his veins, he felt as if he couldn't live anymore if he ever truly lost you.

your car was already parked outside when he made it home, pulling his car next to yours. he quickly got out and went inside, seeing you sitting on his couch and nervously picking at your nails as you waited for him to arrive. when his eyes met yours, every doubt of whether or not he should confess left his mind, but then you let your gaze fall back to your lap.

he stepped over and kneeled down in front of you, taking both of your hands in his and waiting for your eyes to meet his. when he felt how shaky you were, he let out a soft sigh and mumbled encouragingly to you, “c’mon, love, please look at me… know i messed up, but i need you to look at me so you know how serious i am.”

you slowly lifted your chin and let his eyes stare into your own, nodding the slightest bit for him to keep going once you had taken a deep breath to try and calm down. you had thought you had lost him before, now you’re worried that there’s something worse going on in his mind. but you had no time to let your thoughts expand, his voice drawing you back to him as he started speaking again.

“darling, i… i don't know how to put this. i don't want you to think i’m bluffing or i’m only saying it because i’m jealous. i am jealous, more now than ever since you told me about the engagement this morning. but i guess what i'm trying to say is that i love you. i really do, and not just in the sense of our friendship. you’re the one i want a future with, the one i want to call mine, the one i want to spoil until you can't stand it, to live with, to die with… everything. you’re the only one i can ever see myself settling down with and really feeling content, like i don’t need anyone or anything else. now that you’re happy with lee, i sort of realized i missed my chance… so if you don't feel the same, i understand. i just needed you to know why i don't feel like i can be involved in the wedding, or even there for that matter.”

you could feel all the words spinning in your head and nearing the back of your throat, but no sound would come out when you opened your mouth. harry hadn't stopped looking into your eyes, but you could tell it was getting harder by the second as his tears threatened to spill. his bottom lip was tucked inside his mouth as his teeth chewed at the flesh to try and hide the quivering that he could feel. he was becoming more and more convinced that he was too late with every second that passed. you didn’t feel the same way he felt, otherwise you would have already told him. at least that’s what his mind was telling him.

when you dropped your hands from his, he looked down as the feeling of your skin disappeared and a few tears dropping at the same time. he reached up to wipe them away as soon as he felt the first one drip from his eye, but you stopped him and smoothed it away yourself, making him return his gaze to yours. “i… harry, yes, i do love you... so, so much. but what am i supposed to do, leave lee? i can't just drop him and come running to you because you finally admitted your feelings, h! and what about jess? can't you see how much she loves you? you have someone that wants to be yours, but you left her alone to see me.”

your own tears had started falling, making his continue and become larger. he hated seeing you cry, especially over him. “i can't throw the past year of my life away, not even for you… i can't, i’m sorry.” you choked on the lump in your throat and shook your head, standing up in front of him and turning toward the door.

harry grabbed your hand and stood up behind you, pulling you to face him as he shamelessly broke down in front of you. “no, i understand. you’re happy, i lost my chance. you can't throw away the last year, but i’m giving up the only thing i’ve ever known. i just wish i had done something sooner.” the smile that he gave you had no true gladness in it like the ones you usually received and it was breaking you to have to walk away from the one man that would always have your heart.

he was right, he was just too late. you nodded the slightest bit and pressed your lips to his cheek lingeringly, letting your tears fall before pulling away and gathering your composure. all you could do was mumble a soft goodbye as you walked out his front door, leaving him alone again.

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Happier (Jealous part 2)

you had been sitting in your car outside of your apartment complex for what felt like hours, contemplating all of the reasons that harry might have been upset with you. the only problem was that nothing was connecting. he had been fine mere hours before when he invited you over, the only thing that changed was your surprise mention that you had gotten engaged. that couldn’t have possibly been why he was upset, could it?

harry and lee had always seemed to have gotten along from what you could tell, maybe there was something else going on when you weren't around. no matter what the reason really was, you just wanted him to be happy. the relationship and connection that you two had shared since you were in diapers was incredible, you couldn’t stand the thought of losing it or him.

when you finally got out of your car and entered the apartment, your fiance was asleep on the couch with your cat laying on his chest. the soft smile that played on your lips at the sight was subtle, but you couldn’t help but wonder if everything was really going too quickly. the two of you had started dating less than a year ago, you hadn’t even officially considered yourselves as “together” until two months later because you told him you needed to take it slow in the beginning.

of course the real reasoning was that you wanted to see if harry would step in and tell you he had feelings for you. you sometimes wondered if he might have developed something other than a friendship type of love for you like you had for him, but when he gave you that encouraging smile and told you how happy he was that you found someone, you let those thoughts drift and completely focussed in on lee and your relationship with him.

harry had only met jess about four months ago and you could tell that she really loved him, but the way he looked at her wasn’t the same. part of you felt bad for her, but you thought that maybe it was out of place for you to be thinking about the inside of harry’s relationship. maybe he really did love her in his own way, but from what you’ve gotten to know about him from the last several years… this wasn’t the way he tended to show love or any type of affection. she was far too physical and needy, it made you think that she wanted him more for his fame, money, or even his body when what she should have been seeing was the heart inside him.

he’s one of the most kind and generous people you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. how he ended up with someone that didn’t treat him with the respect that he deserves isn’t shocking to you though, what’s hard about it is the fact that he just accepts it. shaking your head to push the thoughts aside, you start fixing your lunch and some for lee as well, your eyes flicking to your phone screen every few seconds to see if he had sent a text or called, but he didn’t. he didn’t try to make amends or apologize for abrupt and rude behavior, he couldn’t figure out the words to say. you were his everything, the only one he would ever really want to call his own, and now he couldn’t do that because you were about to dedicate your life to someone else. permanently.

he had gone out for lunch with jess but he couldn’t listen to a single word of what she was saying, he just kept hovering his thumb over your photo in his contacts. when his screen went black for the eighth time jess was quick to whine and let her elbows thud against the table, practically demanding that harry would pay attention to her rather than his phone. he glanced up at her and sighed softly before putting his phone in his pocket and mumbling a half-hearted apology before asking how her day had been. tuning her out had gotten easier over the past few weeks, he had even decided that he was going to break up with her and tell you about his feelings because it was starting to get impossible to hold in. but now that you were engaged to lee, he felt that he couldn’t interfere with your happiness. he would have to find a way to deal with his feelings because it seemed clear to him that you didn’t feel the same way toward him as he did toward you.

as he sat there and listened to jess rant on about how much she loved her new shoes and watch that he had bought for her, you ate your lunch in silence as lee slept on the couch. you and harry were both conflicted, wanting to contact each other but clueless as to how to start the conversation. maybe silence was the only thing that would be between you for the rest of the day, or maybe something would stir up your nerves or his, making one of you gutsy enough to make the first move. the only problem was that both of you were caught up in your own thoughts and fear that you couldn’t push past. harry looked up at jess again when she started hinting at the idea of going home with him and he shook his head, clearing his throat and muttering something about having too much on his mind to be able to let himself go like that.

with a sigh, she ran her hand through her hair before grabbing his phone and hitting the call button for him. she handed the phone back to him and smiled sadly before standing and gathering her things, telling him to call her if it didn’t work out. he couldn’t even get a word out as she was walking away, his eyes wide and looking between her and his phone that was now calling your number. your own eyes were as wide as his were as your phone started to light up next to your plate. you quickly grabbed your phone and headed back out the door so you wouldn’t wake lee up, swiping your thumb across the screen and holding it up to your ear.

“harry?” his breath caught in his throat for a moment, he couldn’t think of anything to say. when you asked if he was there he coughed and replied, “yeah, yeah, um… come back to mine please? i need to talk to you… promise i won’t shut down this time.” you agreed, hanging up your phone before going back out to your car and driving to his place. all he could do was hope that this didn’t end in him completely losing the one person he could always trust, your own mind going over the same thing.

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Somebody Else (Jealous part 1)

harry felt like his world was falling down around him and all he could do was watch. you were looking up at him with the biggest grin on your face but it was slowly starting to diminish as all you were getting on return was a blank stare. "h? are you okay?"

he shook his head to try to clear his thoughts, putting on a soft smile. "yeah, sorry, s'just a bit of a shock." of course it was a shock. the two of you had been best friends since he could remember and the crush that he had developed over all these years was a bit insane to say the least. hearing you were engaged to someone else was the last thing he wanted to hear when he had let you come into his home for a lazy day together.

you felt your face start to tighten and lift into a smile again, not paying enough attention to realize that he was bluffing. you had been with your fiance for about a year and he knew it was getting more serious, but he never thought it would actually get to this point. harry even had a girlfriend of his own. of course he didn't feel the same way about her as she did about him, but he couldn't help it. he knew you were the only one he'd ever actually feel strongly for, but when he saw you were happy with someone else, he tried to make himself do the same.

it just never worked. he was still trying to process everything when you started talking about planning and color schemes and everything else for the wedding, getting caught up in all of the little details and gushing over your excitement. "so will you help me? and be in it?" he was drawn out of his thoughts, looking down into your doe-wide eyes as you awaited his answer. you kept thinking that you shouldn't be so nervous to ask, he would do anything for you, but something about his reluctance made you nervous.

"i’m going to be busy, i can't. sorry. um, i just remembered that jess wanted to go for lunch so we should reschedule or something?" you felt your heart drop. harry was never one to stop eye contact, he even said before that he doesn't like when people look away from him, but in that moment he couldn't take the intensity of your stare. he had hurt you but you couldn't understand why.

 "what? harry, why? we don't even have a date yet, how could you know you'll be busy?" he shook his head and walked into his bedroom to change his shirt and send jess a text to meet him for lunch. you stood frozen in your spot for a minute before calling out to him that you hoped he'd have a good time and to let you know if his schedule opened up before going out to your car and leaving, unsure of what you had done to deserve the treatment he had been giving you. you just hoped that maybe he'd pull himself together and call you later that night.

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Jealous Mini-Series Masterlist

Somebody Else

Happier

The Scientist

Lovely

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Nervous

nervous was an understatement of how harry was feeling. he had been alone with kids dozens of times, sure, but the thing was that he had never been left alone with his own kids. the twins were about a month old now and they could handle being without you for a little bit longer than they had at first, so gemma and anne had planned to meet up for a little ladies’ lunch to give you a break. harry had happily agreed at the time, but now that you were about to walk out the front door of your home he couldn't shake the jitters coursing through his veins.

what if something happened to one of them? what if they both needed full attention at the same time and he could only provide that attention to one of them? how could he possibly handle both of them at the same time with such skill and finesse as you had done when he was out of the house?

he’s drawn out of his thoughts when you’re putting ophelia in his arms, oliver sleeping peacefully in his swing next to them. harry draws his eyes up to meet yours, biting down on his lip while the crease between his brows appears. you knew he would end up nervous, he’s such a perfectionist in everything he does, but especially when it came to his babies. they were his entire world alongside you, he couldn't let the thought of harm coming to them slip in his mind for even a second without it bringing tears to his eyes. the love he had for the three of you was beyond comparing to anything he had ever felt before.

he starts to ask you more of his never-ending “what if” questions before you cut him off with a peck to his lips and a reassuring smile. “you’re going to be just fine, i promise. there are bottles in the fridge the i pumped last night and this morning, you won't run out even if they eat double their usual amount. you've been changing their diapers since they were born, so you shouldn't have a problem with that. they both adore you, h, you won't have a single problem. even if you do, i’m only a phone call away, alright?” he nods at you, a smile slowly lighting up his face as well. he was always amazed at how easily you could reassure him or calm him down. “good, i’ve gotta get going now, but you know what to do if i need to come home.” you pressed a soft kiss to phee's forehead and then harry’s lips, mumbling a soft confession of love for him before going to kiss the top of oli’s head on your way out the door.

harry let out a sigh when you were gone, looking down at his daughter as her wide, green eyes stared up at him in curiosity. she had always taken to harry the slightest bit more than she did to you, being daddy’s princess before she was even out of the womb. his face softened as he looked down at her, whispering questions to her about how she was feeling and if she thought he was going to do a good job, even though he knew she couldn't really answer. she would try to make sounds but really only made little grunts and hums every once in a while until her eyes started drooping and a yawn escaped her tiny lips. harry couldn't help but grin at her, still unable to comprehend how anyone could be so cute while doing the simplest things.

he started to sing a lullaby quietly to get her to sleep, kissing her forehead when her breathing slowed and her eyes stayed closed instead of fighting to stay open. he carefully stood up and took her to the swing next to oliver's, buckling her in as carefully as he could but double checking to make sure everything was really secure once he finished.

he sat back down on the couch and turned the television on, watching another rerun of one of his favorite shows so he wouldn't get too consumed by it and lose his focus. about an hour had passed when oli woke up crying, causing harry to quickly make his way over to take him out of the swing and cuddle him to his chest as he softly hummed and spoke to him. it didn't take long for him to calm down, harry’s presence being enough to make him feel safe again, but he would still fidget and whine in his dad's arms. realizing something was keeping him awake made harry check for any simple issues, quickly drawing him to the fact that oliver was in need of a clean diaper.

he continued to softly shush him as he got everything together and laid him on the changing pad on the living room floor. harry chuckled as he cleaned him up, mumbling some things along the lines of “got a stinky little bum on ya, know that? s’okay though, still love ya, stinky bum and all.” when he was all cleaned up, oli had started watching harry as his hair fell in his face, restricting his view and maybe even causing minor frustration, but nothing too bad. his hands reached out, nearly grasping the ends as they dangled above him. when harry realized what he was doing he laughed softly and leaned down closer to tickle his son softly with his messy hair. the only problem was that he instantly regretted it, wincing when he couldn't get the infant's grip to loosen. “alright, alright, enough of that.” he playfully teased when he finally freed himself of the pulling.

he continued to mess around with him, carrying him to the bathroom while disposing of the dirty diaper and then sitting back on the couch with him in his arms. “maybe i can handle the two of you on my own after all, what do you think?” he asked, smiling widely at the baby in his arms. he knew he could. of course he could. “why was i ever nervous in the first place?” he shook his head and chuckled, feeling fully relaxed and confident that he could handle the rest of the time with them until you returned.

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Sleepless Nights and Interviews

alright what if h had an early interview with grimmy the next morning but the twins didn't sleep at all that night and no matter how much you would try to get him to rest he insisted on helping you because "being a dad was now his first job and everything else came second."

so when he goes in he keeps nodding off before the interview so grimmy teases him about not getting enough sleep to which harry sort of laughs and nods, explaining how your shared house had been full of screaming and crying from the babies all night long and he couldn't just leave you to do it alone. "they had finally settled down about half an hour before i had to be up and getting ready to come here" he explained, smiling softly to himself at the thought of you and your little family curled up asleep, rubbing at his puffy eyes.

 when the interview actually starts, he's still trying to contain his yawns, but not really bothering to hide the face that he has insanely sleepy morning voice. grimmy brings up what they had spoken about before and harry's nodding again before he remembers that the microphone is for his voice, not his movements. "oh um, yeah… love 'em to death, they're a part of me and all that. but wow i could fall asleep right here, right now." he chuckles softly under his breath and shakes his head. "all i can say is i hope they're still sleeping and treating the lovely mum of theirs well while i'm gone."

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Birth Day

birth day. think i meant birthday? as in a celebration of the day someone was born? no i mean birth day as in the day you and harry had been waiting the past nine months for… basically what i'm saying is you were about to birth harry's babies. that’s right, babies as in multiple. that sucker had implanted not only one but two little rascals in you.

see what had happened was you were taking a nap on the couch with harry, the only way you had really been getting any sleep over the last month, when you were woken up by what felt like a sharp kick from one of the babies. you squirmed uncomfortably in harry’s arms, trying to recover from the sudden pain you had felt. of course he had made himself turn into a light sleeper through your pregnancy so he immediately woke up as well, looking down at you and asking if you were alright. you had started to nod and say you were fine when another wave of pain rushed over you that caused you to sink your teeth in your bottom lip and whimper as you contained any more drastic reactions. okay, maybe you weren't really okay.

harry helped you sit up as he rubbed over the swell of your baby bump, whispering softly to try and relax the two little ones in there but he slowly began to realize that this wasn't just going to calm down, your water breaking being that last sign he needed to get up abruptly and help you out to the car. he was so reassuring and loving the entire time, helping you adjust until you were as comfortable as you could possibly be, stretched out and propped against a pillow in the back seat. he kissed your forehead before running around and getting into the front seat, starting up the engine and buckling his seatbelt before quickly driving toward the hospital. he kept glancing at you in the rear-view mirror, asking how you felt and if you had felt any more pain to which you'd say you were fine and shake your head.

he encouraged you to take deep breaths, doing them with you so you didn't feel weird for doing it alone. he knew how nervous you were even though you’d never actually said anything about it to him, but he wanted to make sure you knew that he was going through this with you all the way. when you finally got into the hospital and settled in a delivery room, he helped you change into the gown they had provided for you and tied your hair back out of your face to try and keep you cooled down. maybe his own nervousness was starting to show through when the nurses started pushing the needles into your arm, but with a soft smile from you to calm him, he knew everything would be alright. the nurses had you drinking as much water as possible through your contractions and dilation period, hoping to keep you from passing out in exhaustion like you had been known to do over the past few years.

when it was finally time to push, you wanted harry to really be a part of the delivery just as much as he had been during the pregnancy, so you had already asked for him to sit behind you and help you push through what would be the shortest yet hardest part. what’s really funny though (maybe not then) was that after the nurses spent so much time preparing you to keep you from passing out, harry was the one to get light-headed and faint when he saw you holding one of your babies for the first time.

once the nurses had gotten him awake again he shamelessly began to cry at the sight and asked to hold the other. both of them had been born healthy and… well not happy, all babies cry when they breathe in the air for the first time. he couldn't take his eyes off of them, even though they were still screaming and crying, he still thought they were the most beautiful things he had ever laid his eyes on. once you and harry had each held both of the twins, he left with the nurses to give them their first baths and see what their length and weight were.

he couldn't wipe the grin from his face as he carried the two swaddled babies out to the measuring station. maybe he had shed a few more tears, but how could he not? his heart couldn't stop racing as he mumbled softly to them and soothed them until they stopped crying. the nurse smiled and congratulated him, telling him that he was already doing an amazing job as a father. harry’s face would flush even more and his grin grew impossibly wider as he thanked her bashfully. she then asked if he and the mother had already decided on names to which he nodded profusely and replied, saying their names for the first time to anyone other than you, “oliver blaine and ophelia leigh styles.”

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Opening

just a little backstory, you and harry had gotten married before ever considering having kids. of course you both wanted them, but the responsibility would have been too much to handle without permanently tying the knot first. it had been about two years and harry had finally finished his tour, meaning he was finally able to be at home with you for a while. as you’d guess one thing led to another and suddenly you’re both sitting in an exam room at the hospital as a nurse explains that you’re two months pregnant.

wait a second, maybe we should start even earlier. anyway how about we begin with the day harry stumbled through explaining his affection for you for the first time, we can get to the proper dad life later on in the series. we’re not going to go into detail about how you met, but we’ll just say it was at the end of the where we are tour era. not long after you two had met, maybe even less than a month come to think of it, you had found yourself curled up under blankets with him, watching movies as the rain poured and the wind blew outside grimmy’s home.

it was a rainy and stormy day in london (who could’ve guessed) when you had gotten to grimmy’s house, knocking profusely as you tried to shield your eyes from the rain, only to have harry open the door rather than nick. you pushed past him, only moving your hand from your face once you had gotten a few feet inside the doorway to look up and realize that it wasn’t who you had expected to be seeing. before you could get an apology out he was already smiling at you and saying, “don’t worry about it, i would’ve done the same thing if i’d been the one out in that.”

you couldn’t help but smile at him in return, hanging your raincoat by the door before turning around to him fully and replying, “still though, i may have been a bit too aggressive… where’s nick? he’s being awfully quiet.” at that, harry lifted his hand up and rolled his bottom lip between his fingers, a nervous tick of his. he took a second to figure out how to word what he was going to say next, explaining that grimmy had gotten stuck back at work since there was a lockdown on the building because of the storms. while you were a bit worried about nick, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about being alone with harry. the two of you had gotten close over the past few weeks, but the problem was that you had always liked who he was as a person, even before meeting him. after you had gotten to know him on a personal level though, you couldn’t help but think that you should really fight the feelings that kept creeping in the back of your mind. you assured him that it was alright and how you were sure that the two of you would be fine until he came home. but maybe things would actually be a bit more than fine...

later on you had gotten settled in and turned on the television in the living room, trying to watch the news to make sure that the weather wasn’t going to get any worse. harry had tried to keep his distance from you at first, nervous that he might come off too strong, but the two of you eventually ended up huddled together for warmth, pulling the blankets up to your chins and sipping your coffee while trying to make small talk. the conversation had somehow drifted to one of the parties harry had gone to with nick about a year ago for halloween and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pulled out his phone to show you the photos of himself dressed up as miley cyrus with his tongue sticking out. he had started to tell you something else about the party and how “grimshaw ended up half naked and dancing on the table!” when the power suddenly cut out and the only light you could see was the frequent lightning strikes outside the glass doors.

your gasp was audible as you instinctively pulled yourself closer to harry, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he tensed up. “y’okay? nothing’s hurt, is it?” you nodded softly, loosening your grip on his shirt that you hadn’t even noticed in the first place but you remained as close to him as before. he could still feel how uneasy you were about the loud storm outside so he kept mumbling soft reassurances and rubbing your arm until you relaxed into him more. part of him thinks he caught you blushing when the lightning brightened the room, but maybe that was just his imagination making him hope even more that you had started to have the same feelings toward him that he had been acquiring toward you. before he can stop himself, he’s brushing your hair out of your eyes and trying to study the expression on your face, having a hard time at first since all he could see was your silhouette.

“can i ask a question?” he whispered so softly that you could barely hear him, but you nodded nonetheless. “why do i… well, how do you… can you explain…” he sighed, getting frustrated with his lack of finding the right words to say. you felt the smile slowly creeping onto your face, he was adorable when he got flustered and you couldn’t help but wish you could fully see the pouty expression on his face. when he took a deep breath he started again, “i think i’m starting to like you and you may think i’m crazy for saying that but i do mean it. you’re just the loveliest person i’ve ever met and you make me happy through even the smallest things… you don’t have to say you feel the same if you don’t, i just needed to get it off my chest.” the lightning illuminates the room again and this time he knows you’re blushing. you take a moment to let the words he spoke sink in, your mind spinning around all of the ways you could have gone about today and how this is the furthest from what you’d expected.

nodding your head slowly, you whisper out a reply, afraid to speak too loudly in case it could disrupt the feelings that he had just confessed to you. “well maybe you’ll like the fact that i’ve been thinking the same thing about you.” and this is how it starts

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Dad!Harry Masterlist

The ones about Harry, the missus, and their lovely twins.

Opening

Birth Day

Sleepless Nights and Interviews

Nervous

Dada

"Raffe"

Studio Lunches