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the one where they meet

preview: “That band that nearly won the X-Factor is here.” She announced and before we could ask any further questions, she was off to announce the news to someone else.

“The X-Factor?” Alex questioned, swinging around as the rest of us stood up, intrigued.

“What were they called? One Direction wasn’t it?” George questions, to which Saoirse and I nod in agreement. I wasn’t an avid fan of the X-Factor. Indeed, I couldn’t even tell you the last time I watched more than one episode let alone an entire series. However, I did remember seeing a group of boys around my age on it this year, but I didn’t know how far they’d gone in the competition or anything.

“Let’s see!” Saoirse said, leading myself, Alex and George back into the rest of the flat to see. What must have been at least a hundred people had congregated in the main room of the flat, all laughing and chattering loudly.

the one with the terrible first date

preview: “Hiya! Sorry I’m a little late. I think it’s the universe’s law that if you’re going somewhere for a certain time, every single red light has to hit you first.” Harry chuckled, unbuckling his seatbelt and reaching for the handle of the driver’s door.

“It’s fine! Don’t worry.” I giggled, reaching for the handle of the passenger door. “Only like two-”

“Wait!” Harry squawked, shooting out of the car at the speed of light and running round in time to gently bat my hand away from the handle. “That’s my job.” He grinned, pulling open the door and gesturing with his hand for me to get in. I blushed a deep crimson. Fingers crossed he couldn’t see as I nipped into the car.

the one with all the journalism

preview: The pair made their first appearance together on the red carpet for Y/L/N’s new release; and let me tell you: they looked very loved up and very smitten with each other. Yet, sadly for all of us, the pair dodged questions about each other extensively! 

However, we’re determined to provide the latest on the new couple, so watch this space!

the one where he’s jealous at an award show

preview: “Over here!”

“Can we get a quick, cheeky kiss guys?!”

“Hey Harry!”

“Harry what do you think of her movie?!”

The bombardment of questions was paired with the almost constant sound of camera shutters. Things had definitely taken off in my career in the last few months; especially due to the attention the latest film I’d been in with Zac Efron received. 

Harry’s hand gently squeezed mine, causing my eyes to shift in his direction, a smile gracing my mouth. We stopped in front of a set of photographers and Harry repositioned his arm around my waist as mine mirrored his. 

the one with the playlist

preview: Slowly, I made my way up stairs, pushing open the door to our bedroom. It seemed far less chaotic than it had been for the last couple of weeks now that it was relieved of Harry’s many bags. I missed the mess now; it had told me that he was still here. Without turning on the light, I trudged to the bed, flinging myself onto the duvet, laying like a starfish on the covers as I let out an exaggerated huff slash groan. I glanced up in the direction a small rattling noise came from. On the pillow was an object I couldn’t quite make out in the dim light of the room; it certainly hadn’t been there earlier when I left the room to take Harry to the airport. Maybe this was what he was being so secretive about then. Pulling myself up, I flicked on the lamp beside the bed, discovering a CD with a sticky note attached.

‘For when you miss me and may forget how much I love you, here are all the songs that remind me of you (I’d know, seeing as I wrote them about you ;)) All my love, H xxxxx’

the one where five become four

preview: “Hey.” He cleared his throat, rubbing his palm roughly against his face.

“I guess you’ve heard, then?” He asked, stepping to the side to allow me to enter the room, seeming to have forgotten about his departure of the space.

“Yeah.” I nodded in sympathy, reaching out to rub a soothing hand up and down his arm. 

“I just can’t fucking believe he could do this.” Harry came into my view as Niall spoke, his eyes red rimmed. 

“He’s just stressed, I’m sure he’ll come round. Just let him go home for a few days and cool off.” I suggested, walking towards Harry to pull him into a hug. 

“Let him go home?” Niall repeated.

“She doesn’t know, Niall. She’s just got here.” Harry speaks, voice croaky. 

the one on the late late show

preview: “And if these lovely boys weren’t enough for you, ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to welcome our other guest for tonight to the stage!” James announced after another commercial break. “She’s been nominated for countless awards, many of which she’s scooped up for herself. She’s extremely talented, beautiful and funny and one of my dear, dear friends. We’re so lucky to have her here tonight talking about her new film with Bradley Cooper called Lara, please give a warm welcome to Y/N Y/L/N!” The crowd erupted into loud cheers as they applauded. I pulled the curtain a little to allow myself through, grinning towards the audience and waving. I made my way over to where James stood at the top of the stairs where we shared a quick hug. Then, I hugged Liam who was sitting furthest down the couch, then Louis, then Niall and finally Harry who shot me a subtle wink before pulling me against him. 

“You look stunning.” His breath was warm as it grazed against my ear while he spoke. I sat down beside him, keeping my composure to not draw suspicion from the audience.

the one where they talk about the past

preview: “Do you remember that time… like literally just after we officially got together? We were at your old place and we stayed up all night just talking. You told me all about your childhood and what it was like when your parents split up,” Harry’s face visibly winced at my words, clearly not expecting this sort of a conversation on a Wednesday evening over dinner. “And I told you about my childhood and what it was like growing up. Do you remember that?” He nodded slowly, his eyes still scanning me with a look mixed with hesitation and confusion. “Well why didn’t you leave then?” I clarified my earlier question, now tucking back into my food. A long puff of air I hadn’t realised he was holding was pushed forcefully from Harry’s lips as he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. 

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the one where they talk about the past

hiya guys! i just wanted to added a small trigger warning at the start of this piece as it will contain mentions of abuse, cheating and the death of a parent. please proceed with caution xxx

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1st October 

“Why didn’t you leave?” My voice cut through the silent air, causing Harry’s eyes to shoot up from his plate of lasagna, almost dropping his cutlery. “Why didn’t- what are you on about?” He brows were squeezed together in utter confusion, now leaning back in his chair. I shifted in my own, my hand lazily reaching for the glass of rosè wine I’d been sipping throughout dinner. “Do you remember that time… like literally just after we officially got together? We were at your old place and we stayed up all night just talking. You told me all about your childhood and what it was like when your parents split up,” Harry’s face visibly winced at my words, clearly not expecting this sort of a conversation on a Wednesday evening over dinner. “And I told you about my childhood and what it was like growing up. Do you remember that?” He nodded slowly, his eyes still scanning me with a look mixed with hesitation and confusion. “Well why didn’t you leave then?” I clarified my earlier question, now tucking back into my food. A long puff of air I hadn’t realised he was holding was pushed forcefully from Harry’s lips as he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. 

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the one where they talk about the past

hiya guys! i just wanted to added a small trigger warning at the start of this piece as it will contain mentions of abuse, cheating and the death of a parent. please proceed with caution xxx

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1st October 

“Why didn’t you leave?” My voice cut through the silent air, causing Harry’s eyes to shoot up from his plate of lasagna, almost dropping his cutlery. “Why didn’t- what are you on about?” He brows were squeezed together in utter confusion, now leaning back in his chair. I shifted in my own, my hand lazily reaching for the glass of rosè wine I’d been sipping throughout dinner. “Do you remember that time... like literally just after we officially got together? We were at your old place and we stayed up all night just talking. You told me all about your childhood and what it was like when your parents split up,” Harry’s face visibly winced at my words, clearly not expecting this sort of a conversation on a Wednesday evening over dinner. “And I told you about my childhood and what it was like growing up. Do you remember that?” He nodded slowly, his eyes still scanning me with a look mixed with hesitation and confusion. “Well why didn’t you leave then?” I clarified my earlier question, now tucking back into my food. A long puff of air I hadn’t realised he was holding was pushed forcefully from Harry’s lips as he reached up and ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Uh... Well, I mean,” He looked around the table, the plates, the glasses and my face for almost a whole minute as he desperately tried to find his words. “Well to be completely honest with you it never crossed my mind. To leave. I thought we were just being vulnerable and you know, getting to know each other at the start of a relationship. I thought it was normal.” “Oh no, I think it was normal too. I just, I don’t know... pretty much everyone I’d been honest with about it until that point became weird and either distanced themselves or completely changed the subject.” I shrugged a little as I spoke. “Why are you asking about this?” Harry questioned. “It was like, what, best part of five years ago, lovie? Why are you bringing this up now?” My face softened at the look of concern on his features. “Nothing weird, baby, I was just wondering.” “What’s prompted it though?” Now it was my turn to become hesitant. “Lovie? What’s wrong?” “Do you not remember what day it is?” My voice was extremely quiet; if there had been any other sound in the house I’m sure he would have missed it. Harry stood up, poking his head into the kitchen where we kept the calendar that was decorated with numerous events and reminders for the both of us. I knew he’d seen it when a long sigh came from the kitchen doorway. “Christ... ‘M sorry, love. I’ve just been so busy, and a little stressed. Quite frankly I’ve forgotten the day of the week, let alone the date. C’mere.” He emerged from the kitchen, holding his hand out for me to take. I slowly stood up from seat, taking his outstretched fingers and lacing them with my own before he pulled me against him, wrapping his other arm tightly around my back. A delicate kiss was pressed to my head as I nuzzled against his chest.                                                          --------- 2011

“Alright, enough about me. What about you? What was Miss Y/N like growing up then?” Harry cut off my giggles after a particularly amusing anecdote about the time he’d mortally embarrassed himself in front of his crush aged 8. He nudged me with his finger, causing another cascade of giggles to escape my parted lips. “Okay, okay! It’s really not that funny!” He whined softly, and despite the almost completely darkness in his room I could see the pout on his mouth. After a second of calming down, I leaned across to place a quick peck against his lips. “What do you wanna know then?” I asked gently, trying to even out my voice to cover up how nervous I felt at the prospect of laying bare some of my most intimate secrets. “Everything.” He replied with a small chuckle. “Wanna know all the gory details.” He teased. I let out a small nervous laugh. “You do realise that’s not really a joke when it comes to me, right? There’s are a lot of gory details.” I admitted in a soft voice, almost ashamed to admit this much. I heard the pillow move as Harry’s face turned to me. “What do you mean?” “It’s just a bit sad really.” I mumbled in reply. “I mean, you know that Saoirse warned me when we got together with her whole ‘she’s been through so much shit, you better treat her with respect’ speech. But you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.” He cleared his throat. “Equally, however,” He added after a moment of silence between us. “If you’re worried about judgement or something, you know I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Well I guess you were open and honest with me, right?” I spoke, sitting up against the pillows. I felt Harry shifting around beside me as he too sat against the headboard and pillows.

“Before you start... could I, um,” He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Could I hold you?” I let out a small laugh, not replying verbally. Instead, I scooted closer to close the already minuscule space and lifted his arm up and around my shoulders as I snuggled into his side. 

“Better?”

“Much, thanks.” He replied, pressing a kiss to my hairline. “Alright, tell me everything, not judgement, nothing.”  I inhaled deeply before I began.

“Okay, well I when I was born it was just me, my brother and my parents. And everything was all good for a few years, like we had a great time as a family, I was doing ballet twice a week, I had acting lessons and singing lessons,”

“You had singing lessons? I’ve never heard you sing!” Harry interrupted. I playfully slapped his chest.

“Don’t interrupt!” I laughed, getting a short ‘sorry’. “Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I had a great early childhood. But then when I was about six, my mum got really ill. And you already know from the small amount I’ve talked about her, she was like my best friend, so I took it really hard because even though I was so young at the time, I understood that she was ill, and even though no one told me at the time I knew she wasn’t going to get better.” I paused for a second to gather myself.

“You alright?” Harry spoke softly, his hand softly caressing up and down my arm. I nodded in response.

“She died when I was ten. The 1st of October. But it was the longest four years of my life. We had to watch her slowly get worse and worse, and by the end she didn’t know who we were.”

“What did she have?” 

“She got dementia.” I muttered quietly.

“I didn’t know you could get that if you weren’t like, seventy.”

“Well you can. It’s really rare, but you can.” I explained. “Anyway, I was heartbroken, but it was around the time I was doing Atonement so everyone there knew what was happening at home, but they were all so lovely, and kind, and supportive which really helped me through it. But then after all the press and when the film was out, my dad just changed. We hadn’t been extremely close before because, as I said, I was closer with my mum, but that’s when he was just unrecognisable.”

“What do you mean?”

“He um... well he...”

“Did he hit you?” His voice was just above a whisper, almost like he didn’t want to even ask the question but couldn’t help himself. I just nodded in response. “Fuck,” He breathed, unconsciously squeezing him closer to me. “Fuck I’m so sorry.” 

“It-it’s alright.” I brushed it off. “At the time my brother was just not doing anything; he became this spoilt arsehole after my mum died because my dad thought the sun shone out of his arse or something so he didn’t do anything to help me. He never stuck up for me. And then when I was twelve he introduced me and my brother to his girlfriend... and his seven year old daughter he’d had with her in secret. And that was it, I couldn’t take anymore. I finally found the courage to talk to someone and reached out to my aunt and told her everything. She saved me and let me move in with her and my cousins. They brought me up as their own from then on really. That’s why they’re basically my parents and my cousins are basically my brothers.”

A long silence fell over both of us. I felt too shy (ironically after sharing some of the biggest secrets I held), and I didn’t know what Harry was thinking. 

“What about your dad and your brother? What happened to them?” Harry asked.

“We haven’t spoken to my brother for years because he said he couldn’t believe how my aunt had ruined our family by taking me away. And my dad was in prison last I heard. I was like fifteen I think, but he was arrested for throwing his wife and daughter around. Never heard from him again.” 

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“Do you wanna know what I was thinking that night?” Harry asked, his face still nuzzled into my hair as I held him against me. I nodded in reply. “Well firstly,” His hands moved down to my waist as he pulled me away from the table - our food long forgotten - and towards the sofa. He sunk into the cushions before pulling me gently on top of his lap, wrapping me up once more in his arms. “I thought you were the strongest person I’d ever met.” I propped my head on his shoulder, looking up at the side of his face as he spoke. “I’d never seen you angry, or upset, or judgemental of anybody. Granted I’d only known you a few months at that point, but I thought it was so incredible you had this ability to be so loving and kind despite everything you’d experienced.” His large hand moved in soothing patterns up and down my back as his lips moved with his word; I felt somewhat transfixed by the way his mouth curved with his sound.

“But they hadn’t done any of it, had they?” I countered, my hand on his chest, pointer finger swirling the patterns being drawn onto my back on his chest.

“No,” He agreed. “But still. Secondly, though, I felt so angry.”

“Angry?” I repeated, brows furrowing.

“Mhm,” He hummed, nodding gently. “I was so, so angry that anyone could treat you like that. I know we hadn’t been together long, but I knew even then that I was so in love with you. And the thought of someone being capable of doing that to such an innocent and vulnerable child made me sick. I genuinely wanted to give your dad a piece of my mind, but obviously I wouldn’t have because I was a child myself but I felt so protective over you.” He softly raised my chin so our eyes could meet. “You’re everything I could have ever wanted, my love. You mean the absolute world to me and I just couldn’t stand the thought of something like that happening to you. I vowed that our kids wouldn’t experience any of the horrors you did.”

“Our kids?” I felt somewhat dumbfounded at this. Yeah, we’d discussed the idea of marriage and children at some point in our futures, but it had been very fleeting - especially the topic of children. It was no secret Harry was a master with children and they seemed to have this unexplainable attachment to him, but we’d never fully admitted, yes we want to make children together even though we’d been together for so many years. “You want to have kids with me?” Harry let out a breathy laugh, running his thumb gently over my cheek as he gazed at me. 

“Yeah, of course I do, lovie. I think you’ll be the best mum in world. You’re gonna love them unconditionally and they’re gonna idolise you. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. I want to marry you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. I want to grow old with you and make a family and have grandchildren running around us.” Harry beamed, his eyes sparkling with love and excitement. I leaned forward, pressing a long kiss against his lips. I felt his mouth curve into a smile against mine as he kissed me with such deep love and feeling my eyes were stinging with tears. 

“I love you,” I whispered, pulling away enough to rest my forehead against his.

“I love you so much.” He replied, gently grazing his nose against mine. We stayed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, exchanging loving kisses and cuddling against each other before either of us remembered the dinner we’d prepared. As we returned to our seats and began eating the food that was a little cold (but we were too preoccupied shooting each other essentially real life heart eyes to care), Harry spoke up again. “Beside, I already know how I’m going to propose to you.” 

I nearly choked on my mouthful at that. “You what?!”

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oooo can you dabble into harry’s protective tendencies over y/n after the leak??

i feel like initially after the leak h would be somewhat tentative at having their picture taken together in private at all. not because he doesn’t trust those who would be taking the photos, he’s just paranoid that another leak could happen and absolutely nothing between them would be sacred.

i also think that y/n’s presence of social media would scale right back to the absolute necessities (like promoting a new project or something) and h would encourage her to share as little as possible online for a while.

perhaps this paranoia would lead to a few arguments between h & y/n because she’d feel like she wanted these photos to remember meaningful moments they have together but he just wanted to protect her and their relationship. but ultimately i think y/n would understand that he just wanted them to cling on to the small amounts of privacy they had.

but i think after some time passed they’d slowly return to normal when they realised that in the grand scheme of things the likelihood of a second leak was a little slim and they didn’t want to miss out on the memorabilia. 

ultimately though both abstained from sharing any photos of them alone where possible from that point onwards  

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how protective would harry be of the missus when around paparazzi?

i think it would really depend on the vibes the paps were giving out. he’d obviously be totally aware she was more than capable of handling herself around them because it normally seemed like half were screeching questions at him while the other half were belting others at her.

however i think he’d always (regardless if there was 1 or 100) have her on the other side of his body, letting himself be a human shield. and if they were engulfed by them i think his almost permanent grip on her hand (the only form of PDA the internet was not deprived of any time the two stepped out together) would tighten, he’d pull her closer to him and maybe even wrap her up in one of his arms. 

on the occasional times they’d be more pushy than usual and maybe a little aggressive h would try his absolute best to keep his cool, muttering soothing and comforting words into y/n’s ear but i think he’d be absolutely seething, wanting nothing more than to just scream at them to back the fuck up and leave them alone. 

i also think that maybe if there was only a small group of them waiting perhaps outside the restaurant they’d shared an intimate date in  and he was in a particularly good mood he’d joke about with him, but always maintaining his body shielding and checking on y/n periodically but answering questions like ‘how’s the relationship going?’ or ‘is it true about the rumours one of you is cheating?’ he’d laugh it off and say ‘seriously??’ he’d glance down at her and shoot her a wink before shouting back at them ‘ i got this beautiful woman on my arm, i may be a stupid and get too many tattoos but i’m not an idiot’ 

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Y/N reaction to H cutting his hair!!!!!

ooh yes! so i feel like h probably mentioned how he wanted to cut off his hair, and wanted it to go to a good cause and i definitely imagine y/n helping him find the charity he wanted to donate his dreamy locks to, but i also think that he would book the appointment or set a time to do it, but not actually tell her because he wanted to see her raw reaction

so i think that one day he’d be maybe acting a little strange but y/n would put it down to him working quite a bit so when he was giggling, smirking but altogether avoiding eye contact all morning before he went to the studio, she’d certainly pick up on it but i don’t think she’d bring it up. i also feel like because of their somewhat jokey relationship h would text her at some point in the day just saying ‘cut all my hair off, lovie’ and of course she’d reply with ‘yeah i’m bald now, so when you get back please love my egg head’ because why would she suspect he’d cut off all his hair when he was meant to be recording?

therefore when she heard the door opening later that day while she was preparing some food for the pair of them she did NOT expect the sight that greeted her. i think the stirring spoon she would be holding or the tray she was moving would almost immediately drop from her grasp as soon as h came into view. and whilst i know y/n would love the look (albeit extremely shocked) i think her initial words would be something like ‘what the fuck have you done’ to which h would become stricken with anxiety thinking his love didn’t like the new look. ‘i told you’ he’d murmur, holding up the little bag that contained the braided hair as if she needed evidence. ‘don’t you like it’ 

i think she’d then come to her senses and maybe realise that he was becoming anxious thinking she didn’t like it so she’d just step over the forgotten kitchen utensil she’d dropped and run to embrace him. ‘of course i do!’ she’d smile, pulling back to run her fingers through the chopped locks. ‘look very sexy baby’

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How would yn and H act after Annes icloud leak?

ooh i feel like there would be a plethora of emotions: like although y/n is far more active on social media than h, and she’s shared photos of them online throughout their relationship, for the most part they’re an extremely private couple. whilst both are upset that anne’s own privacy was invaded, their relationship has also been invaded by the world.

obviously i don’t think the vast majority of fans would have any malice in their actions, but i know the photos of them would spread like wildfire to the point it would be almost impossible to do anything. intimate moments they’d shared with their families and friends were now out in the world for all to see.

moments like when y/n spent her first christmas with h’s family and she sat on the floor in front of the sofa, between h’s legs as they both smiled at someone out of shot opening a present. or the 14 second long clip where h brings out the cake he and gemma had baked for y/n’s 20th birthday. or even the one where y/n and h are joined by gemma and her boyfriend, the four of them dressed up as it’s anne’s birthday party and the camera (whilst only seeing half of h’s face) doesn’t fail to capture the way h looks at y/n stood there in her blue dress and how, despite there being numerous people around them, every ounce of his attention is directed to her as if she were the only thing that mattered - not just in that moment, as if she were everything he had ever dreamed of and wished for. such intense moments were no longer secret, and whilst fans could now see a part of what the relationship was like, i feel like from that point onwards h became extremely protective over y/n

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What would Harrys family be when he first goes out with y/n and vice versa

oooh okay! i feel like at first anne would be a bit tentative when she hears y/n’s an actress because remember when they met h had just come off the xfactor so maybe she thought there would be too much press around them. but on the flip side she may have been thankful that y/n would have some understanding of what it was like to be in the public eye. i think that when y/n actually meets h’s family though they instantly fall in love with her. i know it’s a cliche but i genuinely believe that they would a. see the way both y/n and h look at each other with pure adoration and b. they would see what an absolutely kind gem she is and how pure her soul is.

for y/n’s family, she’s the baby of the family so i think her brothers would be a little overprotective at the idea of some jumped up singer thinking he can take their little sister’s heart. but again, i think as soon as they actually see him and realise there isn’t a bad bone in his body, they’d find it extremely hard not to think he was great for her

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H SURPRISING YN ON SET!!!!!!!!LOVE YOUR FICS

first of all THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU🥺🥰

but honestly we all know how kind and loving h is so i feel like this would quite quickly lack the element of ‘surprise’. i imagine if set was not too far from their home h would pick up her favourite flowers, either bake some brownies or cakes himself or buy them on the way for everyone to enjoy because he’s cute like that.

i especially think that if y/n was doing a shoot with a friend like saorise and she saw him before y/n she’d do a jokey and over dramatic ‘christ you again? don’t you have a job to go to?’ which of course h would laugh at but perhaps fain some sort of hurt in response. ‘you’re now the only one officially not getting any of these’ he’d reply, wafting the baked goods in her direction. y/n would come over and break up the friendly banter between them with a hug and a quick kiss but we all know how soft h would be for her so i think he’d follow her around as much as he could and if she was sat in her trailer maybe going over some lines again he’d just be in absolute awe of her. i think he’d sometimes just watch her, not realising that he was just staring but y/n was most certainly guilty of doing this herself especially when he was recording or diligently writing in his notebook so she’d just laugh it off, maybe lean in to him and squish his cheeks together. ‘what you staring at, fishy?’ she’d ask in a funny voice, eyes flirting between his and his protruding lips.

and of course we all know he couldn’t help himself he’d have to have some gooey response like ‘just the love of my life’

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also how would yn react to medicine?

i think she’d LOVE it because i think it would remind her of the times they’d had sex high and/or drunk but i also think she’d get quite shy when she’d get asked about it in interviews because she has a very squeaky clean reputation for the most part so her long term boyfriend singing about messing around with both sexes would definitely cause an onslaught of questions about cheating, threesomes and/or open relationships. but i imagine she’d be constantly badgering h to make a studio version of it, even if she was the only one who got to listen to it, because she just loved idea of it you know?

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how old do u think ha nd yn had sex for the first time? and what was it like?

ooh good questions! i feel like as they were both quite young when they met they didn’t necessarily rush it but i think it was probably after about 6 months of knowing each other. i imagine it was probably a bit awkward (as most first times are) and maybe a lot of fumbling about and giggling because someone made a weird noise or something. however i think they would have made an environment that they both felt really safe and comfortable in so even if something that could be awkward happened, it wouldn’t seem awkward. i feel like they’d take care of each other before, during and after their first time together and both would be constantly asking the other if what they were doing was okay. i kinda also feel like it was around the time they both realised they loved each other but perhaps were both too scared to say anything because maybe h didn’t want it to seem like he was just saying it because they’d had sex and y/n didn’t want to scare him off because it was moving to fast between them

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Ok ok ok but 'anna' would defo be named after y/n and dedicated to her...i imagine him writing in while in one d and it just being a them song for years

i cannot articulate how much i love this!!!!

i totally agree, i think he would have loads of songs written about her that never made it any further than his notebook, but i also think songs like ‘olivia’ and ‘anna’ were originally written in her name or had more overt reference to y/n. the decision to rename the songs i think would be mutual and after ‘olivia’ sparked so many questions about who it was about he decided he wanted another name for ‘anna’ and they would have this inside joke that whenever he was asked about either song in any interview over the years he’d smile and say something like ‘it’s about this girl, she’s great’ and then it would be this thing both would laugh at as it fuelled this playboy imagine of him but they both knew 99% of his songs either mentioned y/n or were out right about her

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would h have any tattoos dedicated to y/n? also ive always imagined that if she gave him a ring or something he would never take it off due to the special meaning behind it.

omg i’ll look at these separately

firstly: i know that harry has had some perhaps more flippant tattoos but i feel like the ones he has specifically dedicated to people are really really special so while i don’t think he’d have something explicitly dedicated to y/n i think he would get something that represented her. like an inside joke or her favourite flower, something that only they knew was for her, you know?

but about the ring fuuck yes that would never leave his finger. i also think that even though y/n gave it to him as maybe a little celebration of the album i 100% believe he’s put it on his left ring finger and people would go absolutely mental about it speculating they’d secretly gotten married or something and bombarding both of them in interviews. but h would definitely just give his coy little smile and look down at the ring, maybe playing with it a little bit as he replayed the moment she gave it to him. ‘just really like it’ he’d mumble, neither confirming or denying the rumours which y/n would have to do.

‘no we’re not married’ she’d laugh ‘it was just a present i gave him, i didn’t realise how much he’d love it’ and again i 100% guarantee that when she got home after that interview aired he’d take her in his arms mumbling ‘i’m in love with anything that reminds me of you’

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Y/N, her parents and Harry's parents go watch him perform

i feel like this would be such a pure experience because obviously y/n doesn’t live with her parents & her aunt and uncle have kinda become her parents. i think because harry’s family is also from a “different” (for lack of a better word) family background with divorced parents no one would really bat an eye.

i think it would be like this big day out; both harry’s parents (and robin before he passed) would come to harry & y/n’s house maybe the night before the concert or something and y/n’s family would join. i think the day of the concert harry would be so much more nervous than normal because literally ALL the people he loves dearly (because lets face it gemma would be attending too) would be there and watching him so maybe before he has to leave for soundcheck he’d take y/n off to the side (either in the kitchen or the garden depending on where everyone else was) and it wouldn’t even be necessary for him to articulate his feelings to her. i think y/n would just laugh a little, shake her head at his anxiety but give him the biggest and tightest cuddle. she’d probably chastise him a little because ‘you’re harry styles and we all love you so much, not to mention the thousands of fans that would literally die for you too!’

i also imagine that he’d be super shy and a little bashful when he was saying his goodbyes to everyone (because y/n had said she’d take them round london during the day before they had to be at the venue). i’m sure anne would be embarrassing him by squashing his cheeks together and kissing his head repeatedly as she told him how much she loved him and how proud she was. 

but when they would all arrive at the venue and y/n’s family got to witness the sea of fans all screaming for harry it would be so surreal for them. because, yes, obviously they knew and understood that harry was a bit of a big deal, and they had a small idea of what it was like for the couple as they were both in the public eye, but it actually see it with their own eyes would be so different. 

at the start of the show i feel like it would be evidently clear to the crowd that harry was acting differently so i think he’d feel somewhat obligated to explain himself. he’d probably say something like ‘tonight’s a big night for me, ladies and gentlemen. not only are my family here, my missus’ family is also here. so i’ve got a bit of an entourage going on’ and maybe someone from the crowd would jokingly shout something about them being his in-laws and a shy smirk would overcome him as he glanced in the direction of where y/n stood with everyone.

‘i’m saving that for later darling.’ and let’s be clear the scream that statement would have prompted left every person in a mile radius of the venue with ringing ears for a week

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Yes!!!Thats what I thought!Literally can imahine her as one of the March sisters for her and Soairse to reunite ha

oh my goodness yes! and with the queen emma watson too! i feel like they’d really get along what a powerful pair they’d be

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What films do you imagine yn being in?

ooh i love this! personally i think y/n wouldn’t necessarily always go for the big blockbuster films with massive press junkets or anything. i feel like (as someone similar to harry) she deeply values art and the culture of art so i imagine she’d be in these deeply beautiful films that deal with coming of age sorts of themes or looking at the purity of feelings and emotions regardless of what society dictates (eg call me by your name directed by luca guadagnino)

i also feel like harry would be all over this and be sosososo proud of her for this because obviously she’d star in big films too because she’s extremely talented, but he’d absolutely love how invested in her craft she is. he’d absolutely be her no. 1 fan and on red carpets or in interviews that he was present at, he’d have this proud grin on his face and sometimes he’d tear up because he’s just so unbelievablely proud of his woman because he loves her and her work so much

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hey everyone! i just wanted to say that requests are open and i’d love to write something you guys wanted to read! please feel free to request any blurb/imagine you want or ask any questions you may have xxx