Harry Styles FanFiction🌸

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[imagines--harrystyles]

Love is Complicated (part 2)

Reflecting on the relationship and memories from Y/N’s perspective 

Also I’m currently listening to Coney Island (Taylor Swift ft The National) so it’s definitely a vibe haha, hope you enjoy :)

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A few days had passed since Harry left and you felt yourself slowing slipping through the cracks as you tried to process all that had happened. 

“Y/N what happened?! I thought you guys were going to get engaged this year! You guys were always perfect together, I just can’t believe this!” Gemma all but shouted through the phone. Even though she was Harry’s sister, she had also become one of your best friends since you’d started seeing Harry. 

“I know, honestly everything just got screwed up and I don’t even know anymore, Gem. With him leaving all the time and our lifestyles being so different, I just don’t know that it could work anymore.” You sighed as you heard your friend do the same on the other line.

“I know it’s hard, it’s not a normal life that Harry has but you guys had been figuring it out all these years, what changed?” Gemma didn’t sound accusatory or upset, just concerned. You were grateful you had her and, even though she wasn’t thrilled you hadn’t reached out to tell her what happened with Harry but instead had to hear it from him, she knew this was hard for you. You had talked with her about what you’d want your wedding to look like, how you looked forward to Harry’s dad jokes once he was actually a dad and the life that you were both hoping you’d build together.

“I don’t know, I think we both just got tired. We were both drained and couldn’t fight for each other anymore I guess,” you responded glumly. 

“Harry I’m so tired, I don’t know if I can make it to bed,” you sighed happily, sitting in the backseat of a black SUV with Harry as a driver pulled into the driveway to the home you shared. 

“Mmm, ‘ll have to carry ya in then,” Harry responded in the same light tone, both of you having consumed a large amount of alcohol and now coming down slightly so you both felt happily buzzed. 

The car came to a stop then, and you were surprised when Harry jumped out of his side of the car immediately. You laughed when you heard him bump into the door next to you and heard a muffled “ouch” before he swung open the car door. 

“M’ lady,” Harry smirked as he seemed to effortlessly scoop you into his arms and turn towards the front door with you in his arms. “Harry!” You squealed as he tripped on his own feet, causing you to almost plummet onto the cement. “Shit,” Harry laughed as he regained his balance and strengthened his grip on your back and underneath your legs. Finally reaching the front door, Harry fumbled around trying to find the key in his pocket while simultaneously holding you as you smirked at this clumsy and beautiful man. 

“Harry just let me down so we can go inside,” you laughed, but he did not follow your command. “Baby, I am carrying ya into this house whether ya like it or not,” he responded before planting a wet kiss on your nose. Finally finding the key, he spent way too much time trying to fit it into the lock on the door before tripping into the house with the two of you rolling on the ground before laughing together for the next five minutes. 

You walked out the front door after talking with Gemma, finally having the bare minimum amount of energy you needed to make the short walk to the grocery store to buy some more laundry detergent and other small items you needed for the house. It was a sunny day, almost aggressively so, and you almost felt like it was mocking you. You felt so glum and, wallowing in your sadness, you wanted to see a cloudy and gray sky that matched your mood. The bright blue sky and blinding sun just didn’t feel right.

As you made the short walk to the store, you passed by the little park that you’d walked by a million times before. It looked so much different now, however, as so many things did.

“I’m in the mood to frolic,” you told Harry as the two of you strolled, hand in hand, into the little park that had become a favorite spot for the both of you. Harry laughed before squeezing your hand a little tighter and then spinning you in a circle. “Well let’s see it then.” Harry looked at you with a childish grin, and you felt so young and free. You loved when Harry was in this mood and you felt like yours was matching his on this particular day. 

“Mm, I don’t want people to look at me. You first,” you responded, grinning at Harry as you imagined the videos on the internet of the Harry Styles having a frolic in his local park. It was a beautiful day and there were so many people out and about, you were surprised no one had recognized him and asked for a picture yet.

“Fiiiine.” Harry drew out the word, and you just laughed as you turned to continue walking through the park. You couldn’t help the squeal that made its way from you as you turned to see Harry frolicking- no, prancing - through the park. You quickly noticed all the eyes on him, many finally recognizing him while some just pointed and laughed. 

“Well don’ leave me hanging, love. Come frolic!” Harry yelled as he continued to run slowly and then sporadically leap into the air. And despite the eyes that were now on the both of you, you ran after Harry feeling exuberant and like a child.

You finally dragged yourself into the store that you had made your way through so many times before, but it felt different now. Everything felt different. You and Harry would always laugh at the moody playlist that would be playing throughout the store, which you thought would be kind of depressing if you were here alone. You were never here alone. Until now. 

Sheryl Crow belted out the heart-wrenching chorus of “If It Makes You Happy” as you meandered through the produce section, looking for the good apples that didn’t taste bitter and gross. You stopped in your tracks as you passed the kiwis, staring at the sad looking fruit and almost smirking at how depressed you were feeling at that moment because of a stupid fruit.

“Ooh Harry look, kiwis!” You pointed and laughed as you and your boyfriend made your way through the store. Harry rolled his eyes and pouted, just as he did every week when the two of you passed through the produce section and you pointed at the kiwis and laughed. “Like the song,” you added, just for extra clarification.

“Yes thank youuu,” Harry drew out the word, pretending to be annoyed. He thought it was cute how you thought of him every time you saw certain fruits.

“Why is the song named Kiwi anyway? It just doesn’t make sense to me,” you asked, slightly kidding but also curious to know the answer. 

“I don’t know it just... fit the vibe,” Harry responded with a smirk.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed as you put more kiwis than anyone would need or want into a plastic bag and threw them into the cart, causing Harry to squawk before picking up a watermelon and pretending to throw it in the cart. Except he accidentally let go and it broke open on the floor between the two of you, this time causing you to squawk and run away as fast as you could, Harry cackling behind you. 

You left the store without a single fruit in hand as you made the short journey back to the house you two shared. Tears welled in your eyes as you felt lonelier than ever before, wondering if Harry had even thought of you since he left. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

Love is Complicated

Part 1 of a new series - Y/N and Harry’s relationship starts to crumble

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Harry’s eyes were sunken and carried a hollowness that was different from anything you’d seen in them before. You took a slow and steady breath as his empty eyes met yours, and you knew this time was different, heavier. 

“I’m sorry the timing isn’t great, never is,” you heard Harry murmur, barely audible. He was now staring at his hands that were fumbling with the edge of the table that he was sitting in front of. 

It wasn’t just that Harry would be going away again for months to promote his new album before he would go on tour all around the world, which would last the majority of the year. It wasn’t just that he had waited until three days before he was set to fly across the country to tell you he was leaving, even though the two of you had planned a week long trip to Spain to celebrate four years of dating that you were supposed to leave for in less than two weeks. The space between the two of you had been growing the longer Harry was home with you, knowing the longer it had been since he’d been back, the sooner he would have to leave again. That was just part of it, part of being a famous singer. But this felt different, for both of you. 

“I just wish you would have said something sooner, with the trip coming up and it’s just such short notice,” you finally responded, Harry still not making eye contact with you. 

“Yeah m’sorry, they just told me recently but I guess I haven’t really seen you too much the last couple o’ days, didn’t really get a chance to talk to you until now.” Harry finally brought those big green eyes up to meet yours, the emptiness in them only more apparent now. “I don’t know what’s with you lately. Feels like it might be a good thing for me to be leaving for promo and tour so soon actually.”

You knew the reason he hadn’t seen so much of you lately is because you were distancing yourself from him, though not intentionally. The longer he was home with you, you knew the sooner until he had to leave again. And it hurt so much, every time that he had to leave and the whole time he was gone. It finally got to a point where you just didn’t want to face that pain again, and as you began to realize that you were pulling away, you figured it would be easier this way. 

“Well, I’m so sorry I have a life outside of you and other things I want to do. I don’t know how you can act like that when you’re the one literally leaving for a year right now,” you retorted, your words starting to flow from you like lava. The tears started to well up in your eyes, only angering you more.

“Don’t act like that now, you know I try to come back as much as I can in between shows and promo, and I always try to get you to fly out on tour but you always have some excuse not to come.” Harry’s voice started to waver, his hollow eyes slightly widening and brows furrowing. 

“But that’s the thing, Harry! I have a life here, and I like my life here! Sometimes it feels like the only life that matters is yours. Just because I’m not all big and famous like you, it’s like anything I do will never be that important. I can’t just fly out to see you all the time- I have a job here, I have friends Harry! I’m so tired of having this fight.” The tears were now freely flowing down your face, your arms crossed and muscles tensed as you realized this conversation wasn’t going anywhere good. 

You glanced in Harry’s direction, knowing that he was really sensitive when it came to talking about him being famous and you feeling like your life was insignificant compared to his. You knew that would hurt him. And you didn’t even care. You could hear him take a loud and shaky breath, before scooting his chair back from the table. Though tears fell from his eyes just as they did yours, both of your faces remained without emotion, your eyes just as hollow as Harry’s. This relationship had been blissful for you both at the beginning, but it had taken so much out of both of you lately, and now it was all crumbling. You felt like you were losing all control, and you just knew you couldn’t handle the pain of him being gone again. And so you couldn’t help the next words that came out of your mouth.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, actually, you should just go. Go be with you famous friends and live your famous life. Just go. You always do,” you seethed.

Harry didn’t look in your direction as he walked toward your shared bedroom, beginning to pack a bag of his things. You couldn’t move from your position leaning against the counter, almost trembling with the amount of emotion you could feel rushing through and out of you. 

It didn’t take more than five minutes for Harry to return with his large duffel bag in hand, a look on his face that was unfamiliar to you. Words flat and eyes empty as ever, Harry muttered a “take care of yourself” before heading towards the front door. 

The second that door slammed, you crumpled onto the kitchen tiles and let the flood of emotions consume you. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

I would literally die if you make an imagine where Harry meets a girl on a M&G and they barely have time to talk so the girl asks him to have a coffee with her and so he agrees. Then she invites him to go to her favourite places (like a lighthouse) and they get to to some of her favourite things(watch romcoms films) together in those 3-4 days Harry has between concerts and he surprises her with tickets for an a Ed sheeran concert (her favourite artist) and they kissed and skdjejwjaejrjejseur🌹

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You had been looking forward to this day for months. You still felt like it was too good to be true, like something would have to go wrong and you wouldn’t be able to meet Harry after all this time. You had it all planned out- what you would wear, what you would say to him. You’d had it planned out for weeks of course. And today was finally the day.

Although you wished your best friend would be able to come with you, you were only able to snag one meet and greet ticket so you would have to go alone. It didn’t bother you too much, though. You still were going to meet Harry Styles today.

Waiting in line to meet him felt almost unbearable; you just wanted to sprint past everyone and run into his arms and hug him forever. But you knew that would get you kicked out so you had to wait patiently, even though you were one of the last people in the line. After what felt like a day of waiting, you finally could get a glimpse of him as you made your way closer and closer to the table where Harry was sitting. His smile was bright and his eyes were brighter and you couldn’t believe how beautiful he was. Your hands began to shake as only five people remained in front of you, then four, three, two-

“Sorry everybody, we’re running behind schedule and Harry needs to be on his way to his way out of here in the next couple of minutes,” a large man standing next to Harry announced loudly. “Harry, we need you to just say hi to these last few folks and then we gotta go,” the man told Harry sternly. There were only a couple other people behind you and the disappointment that filled the room was almost audible.

“So sorry guys, I really appreciate you all coming here today,” Harry told you all with a genuine look of guilt. He came forward and hugged the two people remaining ahead of you and finally he embraced you for a short two seconds as the man began to usher him out.

“Wait!” You yelled as he turned away. Harry quickly turned back towards you, his eyebrows threaded in concern. “I’m sorry, I just have waited so long for this and I didn’t even get to talk to you, is there any chance you would meet me for coffee later when you have time?” You asked in a small voice, amazed at your sudden confidence. 

Harry glanced at the man next to him who gestured for him to head towards the door. “I can do that,” Harry smiled at you and agreed to meet you at a local coffee shop the next morning. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, feeling like you were in a dream and hoping with everything you had that he would actually show. Harry nodded his head, the smile still spread wide across his face, as the large man all but dragged Harry out of the room.

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding, realizing how much your hands were shaking now. A smile crept onto your face as you began to walk towards the exit, feeling as if you were in a dream.

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You slept a total of maybe two hours that night with the anticipation of possibly grabbing a coffee with the Harry Styles the next morning. As excited as you were, you couldn’t help but feel like he wouldn’t show. He was a super busy pop star after all, so busy that he didn’t even have time to finish the meet and greet with you yesterday, so how would he have time to grab a coffee with you today?

Either way, you put on your second best outfit (you wished you hadn’t wasted your best one on the brief meeting the day before) and headed out the door. The coffee shop was only a 10 minute walk from your house. You told yourself you’d walk slowly as you left half an hour prior to the time you agreed to meet, but it wasn’t until you reached the coffee shop that you realized you had made it there in record time. You decided to scope out the place and chose an intimate booth towards the back where you would wait for Harry. Harry Styles. It still felt surreal.

Half an hour passed, and then another 20 minutes passed. The disappointment gradually flooded through you as you decided to tell yourself that this was it, realizing how idiotic it was to think he’d come in the first place. As you stood up and began to grab your things, you heard the bell ring that signaled someone had walked through the door. With a glum look on your face and the disappointment having consumed you, your eyes suddenly met bright and familiar green ones. Tousled brown hair and out of breath, none other than Harry Styles stood before you, a guilty look on his face similar to the one from the day prior when he had to leave the meet and greet early. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late, my meeting this morning ran long and then when we were driving… anyways, I’m here now and I’ve been looking forward to meeting you this morning,” Harry breathed out, a smile forming on his beautiful face.

“I-oh, no, you don’t, it’s totally fine I just am happy to see you,” you stuttered, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. 

Harry walked towards you and stretched out his arm. It took you a moment but realized that he was trying to shake your hand, and you extended yours as you tried to wipe the shocked look from your face.

“What is your name?” Harry asked as he moved to sit in the chair next to the one you had been sitting in as you waited for him. You let out a breath and shakily pulled out the chair next to his as you spent the next two hours talking about anything and everything.

“Wow I definitely am late for something,” Harry sighed as his phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time. You were surprised by how annoyed he seemed that his time with you was being interrupted.

“I’m really sorry for keeping you, I didn’t even realize how long we’ve been talking,” you murmured, truly surprised at how much time had passed as you glanced at the time on your phone.

“Time flies,” Harry replied with a grin spreading on his face. “I’m sorry that I have to go, I really enjoyed getting to talk with you. Maybe we could do this again tomorrow…?”

Your face immediately broke into a smile as you realized this dream might continue. “Yeah for sure, I actually have a place in mind we can meet tomorrow,” you replied, trying to hide the excitement in your voice. You were again surprised to find that same excitement mirrored on Harry’s face.

You agreed on a meeting place for the next day and parted ways, a giddiness in both of you that you’d never felt before.

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After what felt like weeks, the next day came and it was time for you to see Harry again. Standing on the beach where you’d agreed to meet, you couldn’t help but feel this must be some sort of dream. In what world would Harry Styles agree to not only meet you for coffee, but then suggest that the two of you spend more time together? Unreal.

But yet, as you glanced over just past your favorite lighthouse, the gangly and exquisite man who had filled your thoughts for so long appeared as he walked towards you, that same smile spread across his face. Truly unreal.

“Hey there,” he said as he finally reached you, leaning in for a hug. 

“Hi,” you breathed as you embraced each other firmly, as if you were old friends who hadn’t seen each other in years. 

“It’s beautiful,” you heard Harry murmur as you looked down the length of the beach, the sunlight bouncing on top of the turquoise waves. You smiled and looked at Harry to find his eyes intensely focused on you. You looked down, overcome by the intensity of his gaze and the butterflies that suddenly filled your insides. You nodded and started to lead the way towards the light house as Harry followed behind.

“This is one of my favorite places, it makes me feel so calm,” you told him as you both walked along the sand, a look of peacefulness on both of your faces. Harry smiled and you both once again began talking for hours as you strolled along the beach, eventually making your way to your favorite park and walking in between rose bushes. 

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The next few weeks were spent watching your favorite rom coms with Harry on your sofa. You lit up as you heard him laugh at your favorite parts of He’s Just Not That into You, and your heart melted as you watched tears fall from his eyes at the end of The Notebook. You both were filled with such joy and serenity spending time together, and you hoped it would never end.

You had been to a couple of Harry’s concerts and watched in amazement from backstage as he brought thousands of people to tears as he belt out the words to “Falling”. You were so in awe of this man and still couldn’t believe he would choose to spend so much of his time with you.

He had a couple of days off before his next show and you were excited to spend some more time with him. You didn’t really have anything planned and felt bad that he was this exciting person used to doing exciting things, but all you really had to offer was walks to your favorite places and watching rom coms, not that you didn’t cherish those moments with him. You just felt like maybe switching things up would be a good idea, but you weren’t sure what to do.

“I have something for ya,” you heard Harry murmur as you sat in the back of the car with him following his show. You smiled as he extended his arm, holding two pieces of paper. You took them from him and lit up when you saw what they were- tickets to see Ed Sheeran, your favorite artist (besides Harry of course).

“Backstage passes. He happens to be a friend of mine,” Harry smirked. You couldn’t help but lunge towards him and wrap your arms around his neck. He held you tightly, exhausted and happy, his heart pounding for more reasons than just the adrenaline from performing in front of thousands of people. You leaned back and before you had a chance to thank him, his lips melted into yours, hot and soft and better than you’d ever dreamed. Seconds turned into minutes, and finally Harry pulled back to look at your face. 

Your smile matched his and he kissed the top of your head before pulling you close. He was asleep within minutes, blissful as you held each other, the matching smiles remaining plastered on both of your faces. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

Hey just foun out your blog and omg your writings are so amazing😍😍 i stayed up till 5am reading😂 I was wondering i you could write something inspired with From the dining table😅😅 thank you sunshine🤗

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Even my phone misses your call, by the way

The gloom consumed Harry immediately as he opened his tired eyes, a groan escaping him as he stared at the same pale yellow walls of this hotel room that he’d woken to for the past week. Instead of those big brown eyes he loved, he could only see these depressing yellow walls. Yellow had never been less appealing, Harry decided. Before he could stop himself, his phone was in his hands, Harry staring at a screen full of messages and missed calls. But none from you. He tossed the phone onto the carpeted floor.

Rolling onto his back, the memories flooded his head as they did every time he woke up. And every time he lay in bed trying to sleep. And every time he did anything. 

The sound of your laughter, crinkle of your eyes as tears flooded them because you were laughing so hard. Long hair, just like a waterfall. That one freckle on your neck that Harry always found so endearing, the way it was almost shaped like a heart. Harry rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the memories from his head. 

His heart skipped a beat as he heard the bathroom door open in his small hotel room, for a moment thinking it was all just a nightmare and that when the door opened you would be standing there with a smile on your face. A girl who looked like a different and much less appealing version of you glanced at him as she walked into the main room, beginning to collect her things.

“I’m just gonna go…” she mumbled as she headed to the door. She looked back at Harry before leaving, hoping he might try to stop her but knowing better.

Harry barely even processed that she’d said anything or that she was leaving. It didn’t matter, none of it mattered. She wasn’t you. 

His hands on your hips as you danced in the kitchen, the way you’d gasp and then gently smack his shoulder whenever he’d come up from behind and scare you, the way you’d hum the tune of his songs in the shower. It was almost unbearable. 

Harry picked up his phone from the floor and glanced at the screen again. Nothing.

He could hope, he would always hope that maybe one day you’d call and say you were sorry too, sorry that things ended the way they did and that you wanted to try again. He could only hope. But you never called. Harry moaned and threw his phone across the room this time as he buried his head back in his pillow and let the memories of you consume him. The memories after all were all he had. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

MASTERLIST

One Shots

You watch One Direction x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare

You see a picture of Harry holding a baby and realize you want a baby with him

Harry comforts you after you have a bad day

You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

You go to one of Harry’s shows and fall asleep backstage

You and Harry go to a bar and you get drunk and sing karaoke

You meet Harry at a meet and greet and he asks for your number

“I will always be here, for you. Always”

He takes care of you when you’re sick

BLURBS

Lazy mornings

SONG-BASED

Say You Won’t Let Go

Little Do You Know

From the Dining Table

REQUESTS

High Hopes (part 2) (part 3)

You’re Harry’s assistant on tour and he falls for you

Harry gets offended when you laugh at him while watching One Direction’s x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare (you and Harry are friends)

Harry has a migraine

You’re kidnapped and Harry finds you (you and Harry are friends)

You and Harry fight but then he saves you from almost being mugged (you and Harry are friends)

Loveable

You’re five years younger than him (blurb)

You’re short

Asthma attack

Shy

You think Harry doesn’t want to marry you

Neighbors

Harry comforts you after you lose a friend

Harry spies on you playing the piano

Dating after a meet and greet

SERIES

Becoming Mrs. Styles (part one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight)

Small Bump (pregnancy series)

        “Let’s make a baby, baby” (part 1)

        “It just takes time” (part 2)

        “You’re going to be a dad” (part 3)

Love is Complicated (part one, part two, 

[imagines--harrystyles]

MASTERLIST

One Shots

You watch One Direction x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare

You see a picture of Harry holding a baby and realize you want a baby with him

Harry comforts you after you have a bad day

You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

You go to one of Harry’s shows and fall asleep backstage

You and Harry go to a bar and you get drunk and sing karaoke

You meet Harry at a meet and greet and he asks for your number

“I will always be here, for you. Always”

He takes care of you when you’re sick

BLURBS

Lazy mornings

SONG-BASED

Say You Won’t Let Go

Little Do You Know

REQUESTS

High Hopes (part 2) (part 3)

You’re Harry’s assistant on tour and he falls for you

Harry gets offended when you laugh at him while watching One Direction’s x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare (you and Harry are friends)

Harry has a migraine

You’re kidnapped and Harry finds you (you and Harry are friends)

You and Harry fight but then he saves you from almost being mugged (you and Harry are friends)

Loveable 

You’re five years younger than him (blurb)

You’re short

Asthma attack

Shy

You think Harry doesn’t want to marry you

Neighbors

Harry comforts you after you lose a friend

Harry spies on you playing the piano

SERIES

Becoming Mrs. Styles (part one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight)

Small Bump (pregnancy series) 

         “Let’s make a baby, baby” (part 1)

         “It just takes time” (part 2)

         “You’re going to be a dad” (part 3)

[imagines--harrystyles]

Hii, could you do an one shot where harry cheats on the girl and they are trying to get over it, something like the song « little do you know » by Alex & Sierra. With a happy ending, pleasee thank you❤️

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Little do you know how I’m breaking while you fall asleep

Lying next to Harry as you counted his slow and even breaths, you’d never felt further apart despite the warmth radiating from him as he lay next to you. Another wave of sadness overcame you as you stared at the back of his head, his curls falling delicately on his pillow case. How could he be sleeping so peacefully after what he did, while I lie here wondering if I’m an idiot for thinking this can ever work after what happened? It had now been three months since Harry drunkenly slept with a beautiful woman at an after party, and one month since the two of you had reconciled and decided to try to salvage your nearly broken relationship.

A tear escaped from your tired eyes as Harry shifted in bed, the familiar scent of fresh laundry and pine wafting over to you. Despite his near constant apologies and insisting that it was one drunken moment of weakness that meant nothing, you knew that you were taking a huge risk staying in this relationship. Everyone had told you it was stupid for you to stay, but something kept pulling you back to him. They didn’t know Harry like you knew Harry, they didn’t know that crooked grin that would appear on his face when he came home to you singing off key in the kitchen, or the way his eyes lit up when he was excited, or how he’d look into your eyes with such an intensity that you would forget what you were saying in the middle of a sentence. They didn’t know how he’d sobbed and had to catch his breath so many times as he apologized for that one night, they didn’t know how genuine he was when he described what happened and how he would give anything to take that night back. But despite all of that and despite forgiving him, forgetting was another story.

Little do you know I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep

Harry thought you’d fallen asleep as he lay with his back to you to hide the tears that were welling up in his eyes. The guilt and pain he’d felt since that terrible mistake was all consuming and something he felt he might struggle with for the rest of his life. Nothing had ever been more important to him than you and yet, yet… He still slept with that woman who was insignificant, who was nothing compared to you. But nothing he could do would erase that night, nothing he could do would make you forget, or erase the pain that you both felt.

It wasn’t until he heard you sniffle that Harry rolled over towards you to find you with your face in your hands, silently sobbing. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling immediately upon seeing you in such pain, and you immediately looked towards him when you heard him roll over, sniffling and trying to half smile, embarrassed that you’d woken him as you thought you had been quiet.

Harry took several deep breaths as he tried to control the tears flooding his own eyes, trying to compose himself enough to say something, say anything so that you wouldn’t be as sad as you were in that moment. The two of you stared into each other’s tortured eyes for a moment before Harry whispered, “Lay your head on me.”

He didn’t have the words in that moment to convey to you how much you meant and how sorry he was. He’d told you so many times since it happened but it never felt like it was enough, nothing felt like it was enough in this moment.

Unable to put into words how you were feeling yourself, you nodded and slowly lowered your head onto his warm chest. Harry kissed your forehead and held you tightly, as if you could slip away at any moment. You knew the pain would dull but forgetting would be too hard. Hopefully forgiveness would be enough.

[imagines--harrystyles]

Angel Eyes

Hi guys!! It’s been an actual year almost since I’ve written on here, but I appreciate all of your messages/requests that I will do my best to get to when I have the chance. So this is something different from what I usually do- I collaborated with someone else on this one, and I’m thinking it could be part 1 of a series (possibly all based on songs from Mamma Mia) if anyone is interested. As always, I appreciate any feedback that you have, and I hope you enjoy!

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It was finally my senior year of college. I’d been waiting for it to come for what seems like forever, but now that it was finally here, I’d realized how little time I might have left with some of my favorite people. A group of my four closest friends and I were now desperately trying to think of what we could do for our last spring break. We needed one last adventure before we parted and started the rest of our lives in different parts of the country. Alicia, my best friend out of the four, was pushing for something crazy – she wanted to take on Amsterdam.  She had been reading about all the crazy clubs and things you could do there. Even though I liked Alicia the best, I didn’t share all her ideas about what would make the perfect spring break. I was thus exuberant to hear that the rest of the group, Mora, Melany, and Michelle, wanted something a little less “exciting”. Mora and Melany were pushing for a nice beach resort where we could all just relax in the sun and get some spa treatments. After awhile, Michelle suggested a cruise.  It seemed to be the best compromise between exciting and relaxing.

Since it was Michelle’s idea, we put her in charge of the tickets. The next thing we knew, midterms were over and we were on our flight down to Florida where we would leave for our cruise.  Michelle was absolutely giddy about the cruise - I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her so excited.  It all made sense when we finally started to board the cruise ship; it was a Stars at Sea cruise and Harry Styles was the star on board.  Stars at Sea cruises are cruises where famous actors, bands, or in this case, a singer, agrees to perform on a cruise in return for a free cruise for them and their family and friends.  Alicia was not pleased when she found out.  She had been hoping to find some guys for herself on the trip and knew it wasn’t likely there would be many single men on a Harry Styles Cruise.  As for me, Melany, and Mora, we didn’t particularly care. We figured it would be nice to chat with some guys on the cruise, but I would be happy to relax - Michelle was the only real Harry styles fan out of our group.  

Once we were onboard, we found our room, if you could even call it that.  It was two full beds about a foot apart and a small couch that would convert into a tiny twin.  While we were finding places for all of our bags, we found the itinerary that listed all the activities, on which it had the time and place for the first mini-concert. Michelle squealed with excitement when she saw it.  

The next few days were mostly spent relaxing and eating with a few drinks at the end of each night and a Harry event every now and then, but other than Michelle we mostly stayed away from the Harry events; they drew about half the boat to each one so we got to relax in peace whenever one was going on.  The one event Mora, Alicia, and Melony were excited about was the hypnotist event.  

As we entered the auditorium to take our seats it was empty - most of the passengers had gotten their fill of Harry related events and were off doing other things during any of the normal cruise events.  A few more people trickled into the auditorium before the lights dimmed and the hypnotist came onto the stage.  

 That’s the last thing I remembered before waking up from my seat onstage.  The hypnotist then prompted everyone to give me a large round of applause as I stood up and slowly made my way back down to my seat.  My friends were staring at me with amazement, but I was still in some kind of weird daze from whatever happened.  

Mora elbowed me on our way out as she whispered to me, “you’re such a faker, I can’t believe they thought you were hypnotized!”

“I don’t even know what happened,” I told her, still in a daze

“Well Michelle’s going to be jealous,” Melony responded, smiling. “Not to mention basically every other girl on the boat.”  

“What happened?”  I prompted them again, this time more frightened about what I might have done.  

“Well, I can tell you there was a lot of kissing …” Mora said.

“What, with who?”  I interjected.  

“Harry, he came to see the show with his family and both of you were called up onstage,”  Melony explained, laughing at my disbelief “No one even knew he was there until the hypnotist called him up.”  

As we made our way back to our cabin for the night, I received a few dirty looks from what I assume were other jealous audience members.  

Back in the cabin, they caught me up on exactly what happened.  They said that the hypnotist had several people up on stage at first all under a trance. He began to have them preform silly tasks, such as acting like a chicken or dog, simply making a fool of themselves until he came to Harry and I at the end.  He asked me if I was a Harry styles fan and I merely shrugged.  They said the hypnotist then had us both stand up and told us that we were alone with no one else there.  Then, in order to get a laugh from the crowd, he told me that I was naked and I quickly tried to cover myself up in front of Harry even though I was fully clothed. They said Harry couldn’t hold himself back and embraced me and then we started passionately making out.  They said the Hypnotist was mortified and quickly put us both to sleep and apologized to the crowd, explaining that something like that had never happened before.  

By the end of the story I was mortified, but was Harry really that attracted to me?  And if not is he the kind of person to take advantage of a girl like that?  Also, the whole auditorium had seen it, so I’m sure I’ll be the talk of the boat by the end of the night.  And what if someone took pictures or worse - videos -of it, I could never live with myself if something like that was posted online for everyone to see.  

When Michelle came back later that night and heard the story, she screamed.  Afterwards she wouldn’t talk to me, jealous that she wasn’t the one with the chance to get close to Harry even though there was nothing I could have done about it. I didn’t even remember what happened, let alone have any control over the situation.

The next morning, I felt exhausted, having spent the entire night with scenarios running through my head about what might come of the event last night.

There was suddenly a knock at the door; the cleaning crew must have changed to an earlier shift today. Normally we were out of the room by this time but we were all tired from the night before.  I went to get the door and ask them to come back later, but when I opened the door, it wasn’t the cleaning crew standing before me – rather, it was Harry in a bright pink flowered shirt.  He stood there with a cautious smile on his face, glancing down at the floor, obviously embarrassed to be there.  Then he looked up at me with his angel eyes.

Green eyes, piercingly so, that seemed as though they were magnetic and I had no choice but to hold onto his gaze as a flood of emotions overwhelmed me.

“Hello, I, erm-“ Harry paused to clear his throat, without once breaking eye contact. I took in a shaky breath, feeling suddenly as if not enough oxygen was reaching my brain. Harry exhaled as well, pausing before continuing.

“I had to talk to you after I found out what happened last night. I just-“ he stopped again as the sound of gasps could be heard from inside my cabin. Looking back, I could see Michelle poking her head out from where she was lounging on her bed, a wildness in her eyes that I had never seen before. Jealousy was somehow evident on her face.

“Let’s go,” I murmured to Harry as I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. Something about Michelle’s jealousy and hostility regarding something I had no control over was enough for me to intentionally slam the door behind as I walked off with who was probably her favorite person in the world.

[imagines--harrystyles]

MASTERLIST

One Shots

You watch One Direction x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare

You see a picture of Harry holding a baby and realize you want a baby with him

Harry comforts you after you have a bad day

You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

You go to one of Harry’s shows and fall asleep backstage

You and Harry go to a bar and you get drunk and sing karaoke

You meet Harry at a meet and greet and he asks for your number

“I will always be here, for you. Always”

He takes care of you when you’re sick

BLURBS

Lazy mornings

SONG-BASED

Say You Won’t Let Go

REQUESTS

High Hopes (part 2) (part 3)

You’re Harry’s assistant on tour and he falls for you

Harry gets offended when you laugh at him while watching One Direction’s x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare (you and Harry are friends)

Harry has a migraine

You’re kidnapped and Harry finds you (you and Harry are friends)

You and Harry fight but then he saves you from almost being mugged (you and Harry are friends)

Loveable 

You’re five years younger than him (blurb)

You’re short

Asthma attack

Shy

You think Harry doesn’t want to marry you

Neighbors

Harry comforts you after you lose a friend

Harry spies on you playing the piano

SERIES

Becoming Mrs. Styles (part one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight)

Small Bump (pregnancy series) 

         “Let’s make a baby, baby” (part 1)

         “It just takes time” (part 2)

         “You’re going to be a dad” (part 3)

[imagines--harrystyles]

Can you do a song based one?? On Say You Won't let go by James Arthur. Your blog is awesome!!! Keep it up...writers like you inspire writers like me!!:):):)

Thank you so much!! Sorry it’s been ages but here you go :)

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I met you in the dark, you lit me upYou made me feel as though I was enough

Harry found himself thinking about that night a lot. He almost hadn’t gone that one night. He’d tried so hard to get out of it but his best friend finally convinced him. Sometimes Harry would think about how different things would be if he hadn’t gone out that night. 

He often thought of the dress you were wearing in the dark nightclub where you’d met, that he could only see because it was so obnoxiously bright. He had drunk too much that night, trying to forget all of the insecurities and worries that had built up in him and made him feel small. He drank too much, but so had you, and it wasn’t long after the two of you ran into each other in that club that you were suddenly dancing, strangers despite feeling like you’d known each other forever. It wasn’t until he met you that Harry felt like he was enough. 

He’d sobered up some and had a taxi drop both of you at your place so he could make sure you got in okay. But you had pulled him inside, though he had no intention of staying, and he followed you to the bathroom where you ran to be sick. He’d only known you for hours, but he held your hair as you threw up. Even though you felt miserable, Harry remembers you looking back at him and smiling, and he’d never felt more sober than in that moment. He remembers holding you and how you begged him to stay, but that wasn’t the kind of person he was. That’s not who he is. So he left. 

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bedI’ll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head

He left then, but there was no doubt in his mind that he’d come back. And he did. He remembers your wedding day being one of the happiest of his life, second only to the days your children were born. Bringing you breakfast in bed, kissing your head, and falling hopelessly more in love with you each day. Watching his children who looked so much like you, the dimples would form as his smile deepened and his heart felt full. He knew he loved you that first night and that he would love you forever. 

I wanna live with youEven when we’re ghosts‘Cause you were always there for me when I needed you most

As happy as he was with you, there were still days when he doubted himself and began to feel how he did right before he met you. There were days when he would break in front of you, and you’d hold him just like he held you that first night on your bathroom floor. And he would hold you when you cried, too, and even when you didn’t. He would hold you every chance he got. He wanted you forever, and that’s what he got. 

But Harry never knew he would be so lucky that night when he held you, wanting to be yours forever.

“Please, stay?” You asked him, sounding small and like a child as he pet your hair.

“I think you should get some rest,” he whispered politely before gently pulling you up and walking you to your bed. Looking at you before leaving and heading towards the door, Harry saw a future in your eyes, and he knew that he would love you until you were grey and old, and after that too. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

Hey are you ok? I miss seeing your posts but I'm more worried about you!

Been sooo busy with nursing school and I’ll be trying to start posting more but I’m doing well, thanks so much for asking!! <3

[imagines--harrystyles]

You are the music in me

Super old request I never got to: Hey! This is my first time checking your blog and I LOVE it!! :) Can you do an imagine where Harry hears (Y/N) playing the piano and he absolutely falls in love because she's so into the music. Thanks so much!Oh and she's also playing Sign of the Times on the piano And also singing it lol.. okay I'm done now :)

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You felt honored that Harry had brought you into the studio after you’d only been dating for a few weeks. It seemed so personal and special and you felt giddy being able to be in this space where Harry let out so much of who he is in the form of music. You had formed an instant connection with Clare, who played the keys in Harry’s band. The two of you got along so well, and you admired her so much as a piano player yourself. You stopped taking lessons years ago and you’d never really sung in front of anyone, so you didn’t think your love of playing piano and singing was worth sharing with Harry because it would never be anything compared to what he was capable of. 

You found yourself in a separate part of the studio with Clare as Harry recorded some vocals for his upcoming album. You watched as she played some melodies on the piano that you thought were just gorgeous, her fingers seeming to dance over the black and white keys. 

She apologized when her phone rang as she took the call out into the hallway, and you couldn’t help but melt as you stood with the most beautiful piano right in front of you, looking as though it ached to be played. You suddenly found yourself sat in front of the instrument, hands gliding to the shiny keys that filled you with so much happiness. Your fingers automatically began to play what had become your favorite song. The melody flew freely as a smile formed on your face, completely unaware that Harry had snuck up behind you, carrying himself lightly so as not to make his presence known. He didn’t even know you could play piano, let alone bring new life to the notes that were so familiar to him.

Just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times, you began to sign softly as you played. Harry felt his heart stop, a smile lighting up his whole face as he moved slightly to the side, still behind you, but now with a view of your fingers as they glided effortless over the keys.

You continued to play and sing, and Harry watched as your foot bobbed up and down on and off the pedal, your body beginning to sway more and more the further you got into the song, still unaware that you weren’t alone. 

Eyes wide and smile frozen on his face, Harry couldn’t help but feel so much love for you in that moment - love, he would find, that wouldn’t fade even after the music stopped. So filled with awe and mesmerized by the woman in front of him, his eyes became glossy as you got into what he found to be the most emotional part of the song when he performed it. 

We gotta get away from here. We got to get away. We got to get away. We got to, we got to away. Your body moved with the song gracefully as the words fell from your mouth like soft summer rain, your fingers dancing and your foot moving rhythmically to the beat. Harry was so enthralled that he didn’t really comprehend when the song ended, he just wanted it to last forever. 

You smiled, getting up and turning around to find Harry standing mere feet from you, jaw dropped and eyes wide. The smile began to fall from your face as you realized that you had an audience, the only person whose opinion you ever really cared about regarding your music. Well, his music in this case. 

Harry quickly shut his mouth before trying to speak, but no words came out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here...” you trailed off, staring down at your feet. What if you just butchered a song in front of Harry Styles - his song?! You began to feel panicked when Harry finally pulled himself together, the biggest smile forming on his face as he all but lunged towards you, engulfing you in a hug.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he breathed out, the smile slowly returning to your face. “I just want you to know that I plan on falling completely in love with you Y/F/N Y/L/N.” 

Little did you know that he already had. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

I recently lost my best friend... & I've been alone for a lot of the grieving stuff bc yay adulthood, & I'm dealing w/MAJOR health stuff (trying to get a transplant & might not be approved, and I had emergency surgery last week). Anxiety's been getting me bad lately & I was thinking like whether H was your bf or bff he'd be the kinda guy to just show up @ your door & make your ass get some sleep (something I've been bad @), and def lets you cry (plz expand)

Hi there! I’m so sorry I haven’t responded until now, I’ve been so busy with school and haven’t been on this account in months but I really hope things are okay now and that they’ll get better for you. I also lost a friend last year and it was really difficult for me, so I really wish that’s something you weren’t having to go through now, and I hope everything’s going well with the transplant and your health. I’m sending all of my love to you, and I know that H would be so supportive and give you so many cuddles and hugs, so here you go… <3

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You and Harry had only been dating for a couple of months but you’d known each other for years, so he knew you better than just about anyone. Just about. The only person who knew you better was your best friend who you’d known since you were kids. Harry had found himself feeling like the third wheel multiple times when your friend had burst through your door during one of yours and Harry’s stay-at-home movie date nights. He would excuse himself when the gossiping between the two of you seemed to go on forever, though he never minded. Harry loved how happy your best friend made you, and he loved how you’d talk about her all the time and the relationship that the two of you had. But suddenly everything had changed.

It had been a week now since you’d gotten the news that she was gone. But she wasn’t really gone - you could still hear the sound of her laugh as if she was sitting next to you and you had a million pictures on your phone that only tortured you to look at. You had locked yourself in your apartment for the past few days, not even letting Harry over because you just wanted to be alone. And it was killing him to have to stay away when he knew you were hurting so badly. He knew you hadn’t been sleeping or eating and that your sadness was beginning to consume you by the way your voice sounded on the phone the few times you’d pick up. He wanted with all his being to be able to pick up the pieces and put you back together, but he knew that the pieces were meant to be broken after such a loss as the one you were currently facing. He just wanted you to be okay. Countless times he had offered to come to your place, to stay with you for as long as you needed. He’d even offered for you to come stay with him if the memories from within your home were too painful and heavy. But you’d refused, every time. 

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It was raining on this day, as you sat on your sofa staring blankly at the TV in front of you as you had been doing for hours. The light knock on your front door startled you as your hooded eyes looked up towards the bleak wooden door. Despite all of the knocks on your door from people checking up on you in the past few days, you still managed to become startled at the sound each time. Like maybe for a fleeting second, you’d thought that the person behind the door could be the one person who you knew you’d never see again. 

You remained frozen on the couch as your heart rate returned to normal at the realization that it wasn’t her, again. Just like usual, you’d wait until the person went away.

“Y/N? Please open the door, love,” you heard Harry call gently from the other side before the sound of crashing thunder echoed through the room. “I’m ‘bout to get struck by lightning out here babe, please?” he chuckled slightly from outside. 

Sighing, you slowly stood up and walked towards the door, not wanting your boyfriend to catch a pneumonia on your behalf. You were just too tired and too out of it to try to make him leave anyway. 

The moment you pulled open the door and your eyes locked with his, Harry felt as if the wind had been knocked out of him. He stood there a soaked mess, but he didn’t look half as bad as you. Before he could say anything, you were wrapped up in his arms, not even noticing that he was soaked from the rain, as he kicked the door shut behind him and held you tighter than he ever had before. 

“Harry I can’t do this,” you breathed out as the tears you’d been holding back finally were let free. 

“You don’t have to baby, just let it out and let me hold you and then we’ll deal with the rest.” He stroked your hair as you suddenly broke in front of him, feeling the weight of everything you’d been trying to avoid suddenly falling onto you. Your legs shook and Harry gathered you into his arms as your legs gave out, your arms around his neck and head buried in his chest. 

“I’ve got you now, Y/N. Just let it out,” he told you gently once again as he laid himself onto the couch with you on top of him, your cries becoming louder and more desperate as your fists beat lightly against his chest. You felt like such a child, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but her. And she was gone. 

“It’s not… fair Harry I can’t, I can’t do this,” you’d blubbered barely coherently as Harry rubbed your back with one hand and stroked your hair with the other.

“I know, I know it’s not fair, little one. I know,” he whispered, not knowing what else he could say. And that was all he could say as the lump in his throat grew bigger and he found himself blinking away his own tears. He had to be strong for you. “I know,” he kept repeating as you blubbered, your cries eventually weakening and your forehead pressed against Harry’s chest in defeat. Your sniffles began to quiet as you finally lifted your head to look at Harry, his eyes softer than you’d ever seen them, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. 

“I just don’t know what to do Harry,” you whispered now as he reached his hand out to stroke your cheek, noticing how completely exhausted you looked.

“Can you try to sleep for me, my love? I know that won’t change anything but I really need you to get some sleep for me, baby. Please,” he added as you started shaking your head. 

“I just, I need to be awake Harry, I just I can’t go to sleep. What if something happens? What if, I don’t fucking know but I was asleep when I got the call that she was gone, Harry, and I just can’t go to sleep,” you finally blurted out, looking at your boyfriend and knowing how pathetic you sounded but not even caring. 

“Y/N, it’s not your fault that you were sleeping. You did nothing wrong, baby. Please, please, for me, please try to sleep. I’ll stay awake for you if you’d like,” he offered, giving you a small smile. And for some reason, you felt comforted by the fact that at least one of you would be awake, and the idea of falling into a deep sleep now and not having to think about what your life had become for awhile just sounded too tempting.

“You’ll stay awake?” you asked, sniffling.

“The whole time,” he promised, guiding your head back down to his chest and keeping his large hand on the back of your head as you already began to doze off. 

“Thank you,” he thought he heard you whisper as you fell into the deep sleep that you were in such desperate need of. Harry allowed himself to shed a single tear before wiping it away and holding you close to him, which is how you’d stay the next few hours while he listened to the sound of your breathing and tried to keep himself from falling apart. 

[imagines--harrystyles]

Guys!!!

I’ve been gone for so long I’m sorry but nursing school is kicking my ASS ya’ll ! I’m going to look through requests now and feel free to keep sending them in, I promise I will look at them and get to them asap and whenever I have time. Thank you guys so much for your support, I love you all!! <3 

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[imagines--harrystyles]

MASTERLIST

One Shots

You watch One Direction x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare

You see a picture of Harry holding a baby and realize you want a baby with him

Harry comforts you after you have a bad day

You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

You go to one of Harry’s shows and fall asleep backstage

You and Harry go to a bar and you get drunk and sing karaoke

You meet Harry at a meet and greet and he asks for your number

“I will always be here, for you. Always”

He takes care of you when you’re sick

BLURBS

Lazy mornings

SONG-BASED

Skinny Love

REQUESTS

High Hopes (part 2) (part 3)

You’re Harry’s assistant on tour and he falls for you

Harry gets offended when you laugh at him while watching One Direction’s x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare (you and Harry are friends)

Harry has a migraine

You’re kidnapped and Harry finds you (you and Harry are friends)

You and Harry fight but then he saves you from almost being mugged (you and Harry are friends)

Loveable 

You’re five years younger than him (blurb)

You’re short

Asthma attack

Shy

You think Harry doesn’t want to marry you

Neighbors

SERIES

Becoming Mrs. Styles (part one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight)

Small Bump (pregnancy series) 

         “Let’s make a baby, baby” (part 1)

         “It just takes time” (part 2)

         “You’re going to be a dad” (part 3)

[imagines--harrystyles]

“You’re going to be a dad”

A few months had gone by since you’d been disappointed to find out you weren’t pregnant when you and Harry had been so sure that you were. Fortunately, you both had been busy with work and other things since then, so you’d stopped focusing on and worrying so much about trying to get pregnant and just enjoyed the time you got to be intimate with Harry. 

It was now Monday evening and you’d just gotten home from work. Harry was at the studio and had told you he wouldn’t be home until late tonight. You were currently stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and scrolling through the calendar on your phone, looking to see if you had any important reminders for this week. You hadn’t realized it was already so late in the month and as you scrolled through, you suddenly stopped. 

Wait a second, you thought. Looking up from your phone, you ran numbers and dates through your head as you looked off into space. After a minute, you gasped, remembering that the last time you had gotten your period was the day  of your friend’s bachelorette party. You remembered because you had been planning on wearing this really sexy, tight dress you bought just for the occasion and you were so annoyed when mother nature decided to make that difficult. And that party had been... almost a month and a half ago. You couldn’t believe you’d never stopped and wondered where your period was or realized that it was late, but you had just been so busy and focused on other things. 

A smile formed on your face as you considered the thought that maybe this time it was actually happening, that you had actually gotten pregnant. But the smile quickly vanished when you remembered how excited you had been before only to be very disappointed. And it could just be stress that was making your period so late, or... any number of things, you told yourself. Trying not to get your hopes up, you rushed to the bathroom where you had stored a couple pregnancy tests in the cabinet from awhile back. Fingers slightly shaking and lips pressed together in anticipation, you pulled the test out of the wrapper and felt grateful that you’d just drunk a bottle of water not long before. 

Waiting for the test results, you sat on the bathroom floor so that you wouldn’t be staring at the stick the whole time. Your hands curled up into fists and eyes shut, you couldn’t help the images that were now swirling around in your head. Mini Harrys prancing around with their dad, curly hair and blue-green eyes and huge smiles on their tiny faces. You breathed out loudly as you stood up, taking one more deep breath before looking down at the pregnancy test that was sitting on the sink. 

Pregnant.

You couldn’t help the squeal that you let out upon seeing that word glaring up at you, and you didn’t care. You immediately lifted up your shirt to look down at your belly that didn’t look noticeably bigger than usual, but when you put your hands on it to caress it, you noticed that it felt slightly more firm than normal. You didn’t realize that you were crying until a tear fell onto your hand that was pressed to your stomach. This was something you’d been looking forward to for so long, and you couldn’t wait to tell Harry.

Harry.

He would be back in a couple hours now, and you had to figure out how to tell him. You’d always imagined giving your husband something that said “World’s Greatest Dad” to reveal that you were expecting, but you didn’t have the time to order something and you couldn’t wait to tell him. So you decided you had to be creative. 

Searching through Harry’s side of the closet, you quickly found what you were looking for: a plain white t-shirt. You felt a little bad marking it up, but he also had only about ten others that were exactly the same, so you didn’t feel that bad. Shirt in hand, you walked to the kitchen and found a Sharpie in one of the drawers. 

“Alright, try to make this look legible,” you murmured to yourself as you began writing in big letters on the front of the shirt. It was more difficult than you’d anticipated, especially because your hands were still slightly shaking out of excitement, but you were sufficiently satisfied with the result. 

Next, you scrounged around the house for a box to put it in. You knew it wasn’t necessary but you liked the idea of it being a present, it just made it more exciting. After awhile, you finally found a pretty blue box that had contained a gift your mom gave you for your last birthday. Folding up the shirt and placing it delicately inside, you put the lid back on and brought the box back to the kitchen, where you put it on the table. You checked your phone and saw that a couple hours had passed since you’d been looking through your calendar. You smiled, knowing that Harry would be home anytime now. 

But you also felt too wound-up and anxious to just sit down and wait. So you decided to bake. You were really in the mood for chocolate chip cookies, so you started whipping them up and were so distracted with them that you didn’t realize it was now almost 10 o’clock, and you thought Harry would be home by now. You sighed as you took the tray out of the oven, but your mood was immediately lifted when you inhaled the smell of freshly baked cookies and set them on top of the stove. They looked so good you could barely stand waiting for them to cool off. Fortunately, you heard Harry walk through the front door at that point and you couldn’t help but run towards him.

“Harry!” You greeted him with a huge smile and a hug before he could even get his jacket off. 

“Hi there, love,” Harry laughed, surprised by this greeting and even more surprised that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet like you usually did when waiting for him to come home at night. “What’s this about?” He smiled, noticing the smell of freshly baked cookies and realizing how excited you were; it almost looked like you were glowing. 

“I just missed you and I really love you,” you told him sweetly. “Oh, my cookies! Let’s go try my cookies, I just made them,” you added as you dashed back into the kitchen, and Harry tried to keep up with you. 

He smirked when he walked into the kitchen, a look of confusion evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” he told you sweetly with a smile as you munched on your cookies. He’d had such a long day and wasn’t in the best mood before he walked in the door, but he now felt so content. That was one of the things he loved most about you, how you could always bring up his mood just by being yourself. 

After scarfing down a few cookies, you finally took a deep breath and looked up at Harry, biting your lip. 

“Okay, whew,” you breathed out again, and Harry noticed your hands slightly shaking. 

“Babe, what is going on? Please just tell me what’s up, you’re acting so weird.” Something about his soft tone of voice and the way that he was looking at you so sweetly made you start to tear up, and you couldn’t stop the tears as they now fell down your face. You sniffled as you walked over to pick up the box that was on the table, turning toward Harry. 

“What’s going on, my love?” Harry asked again, his concern growing. You smiled up at him, tears still streaming down your face as you handed him the box.

“Just open it, please,” you whispered. Harry took the box, looking as confused as ever, as you stepped away to let him open it. 

You crossed your arms and sniffled again as you waited nervously. 

Slowly lifting off the lid and then picking up the shirt that was folded up in the box, Harry unfolded it and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the barely legible words you’d written in Sharpie on the shirt. 

“What is this... World’s Greatest-” Harry cut himself off as he realized what this meant. Turning to you to find that the tears were now falling uncontrollably from your eyes, he found that tears were now suddenly falling from his own. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered, almost inaudibly as he started slowly walking to you.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you whispered back as he engulfed you in one of his giant and tight embraces.  “Oh my God, we’re having a baby. Oh my God,” Harry murmured over and over before kissing the top of your head and then pulling away to sweetly and passionately kiss your lips. 

You started laughing, so happy and full of love for your husband and the growing life inside of you, and Harry started laughing too as he pulled away. 

“Fuck, I love you so much baby,” he told you before crouching down, lifting up your shirt as you had done earlier, and peppering your belly with kisses. “And I love you so much too, baby,” he crooned, placing his hands on your stomach. You smiled, stroking his hair, feeling light and happy and loved.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re going to be the most amazing dad,” you told your husband, who now looked back up at you, his eyes glistening. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered to himself, and now he was almost full-on bawling.

“Come here,” you laughed, bringing him back up to your level. This time, you were the one to pull him in for a hug. And you both felt so loved in that moment, and felt so much love for each other and the little person who neither of you could wait to meet.