#boxer!h

[vallentinerry]

Boxer!H Masterlist

yours and h’s love story~

how you met >>>

just friends with benefits, right? >>>

the breaking point >>> [to come]

↳ fluffs`

visiting h during his training >>>

jealous of Dusty the cat >>>

tattoos and threesomes* >>> [to come]

“why does Niall have a heart and I don’t?” >>>

↳ angsty`

“happy birthday harry!” >>>

fiance!h & engagement~

pregnancy~

zane lowe interview >>> [to come]

kids~

dealing with paparazzi with the kids with you >>>

your morning routine with h and kids >>> 

↳ just riv`

"Hey! Why is it powerpuff girls? Are you a girl?" >>> 

↳ just dee`

↳ just love`

↳ just astrid`

↳ just lia`

get to know them! ~

how i think they’d dress >>>

[harrywritingsbyme]

ooo suggestion!!

maybe one with boxer Harry and he is your personal trainer and as you guys are fighting he starts roughly fucking you into the boxing ring floor - 🧶

Gurlll…this screams “I’m horny” and I’m here for it😭😭😭this would be a hot concept to write tho🥵

[vallentinerry]

hi!! i love ur boxer!h masterlist so much. i was wondering if u could write some more?

[masterlist] ♥ [requests]

HAPPY HARRYDAY EVERYONE!!! i'm this close to crying so pls don't touch me rn. HARRY'S 28. THIS IS NOT OKAY. NOT OKAY. AND GEMMA'S POST TOO??? AUHHHH

also ofc thank you sm for reading i really appreciate it. i'm so sorry this is so short but i just missed writing some fake scenarios for myself BAHAHAHAHA

Anyways. I'm gonna go cry now thank you very much <33

"Why does Niall have a heart and I don't?"

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“Aish, what is wrong with you?” you look up from your screen, completely fed up with Harry circling around the room.

He doesn’t stop and continues searching under the couches, with a frustrated frown painted on his face. “’M looking for my phone.”

“You could’ve just asked me to dial it.” as the sound of ‘Princesses Wanna Have Fun’ from the Princess and The Popstar Barbie Movie rang, Harry let’s out a relieved sigh.

“Thanks.” he mutters plopping down beside you, his head automatically laying on your shoulder.

“Mhm.” you hum.

“Why is my contact name, ‘Harry Styles’?” He grumbles, eyes narrowing to you.

“Because that’s your name?”

He scoffs, “Or you don’t want other people to know I’m a special person in your life.”

“Or maybe that’s just what I put on everyone’s name.”

“Show me.”

You shrug, scrolling down your contact list with Harry almost toppling over you. “Niall Horan with a red heart!”

Your eyes widen, looking down to your screen to find Niall’s name with a heart beside. “Niall!” you exclaim. “That little shit must’ve put it there. I swear he’ll be the death of me.”

“Why does he have a heart and I don’t!” He whines, the jealousy bubbling in his stomach.

“Niall put it there--”

“Whatever.” he huffs, turning away from you.

You immediately delete the emoji of Niall’s before adding a heart next to Harry’s name. “H! Look! You have a heart now.”

He slowly turns around, eyes looking at the name, before a tiny smile appeared.

“Thank you. I wanted a heart too.”

[vallentinerry]

can you write more boxer!h and nurse!y/n blurbs?

Mad

Pairing: boxer!h and nurse!y/n (basically the 'Ghost' chapter)

Hi! of course here you gooo (also I know I posted this so late but I'm using a queue so I'm really sorry!)

Where Harry's jealous of the cat you've been cuddling all day.

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"What's wrong?" you ask stifling your laughter as you record a pouting Harry at the corner of the room grumbling as he puts on his shirt.

He knew how much you loved cuddling with his bare torso so he sleeps fully clothed when he's mad at you.

"I'm mad at you and I'm not talking to you." He murmurs not looking at you and unaware of you recording him as it looks like you were just on your phone.

"And why are you mad at me?" You question in a mocking voice but he only ignores you, moving to the bed.

"H?" you threw a pillow at his face, him dodging it easily and catching the pillow with his hands, revealing his irritated face.

"You've cuddled with that... that penis looking mutt all day and not me! 'M your boyfriend you should pay attention to me not him!" He whines pointing at the sleeping cat beside you.

"You're disgustingly cute, you know that?" You comment reaching up to touch his face but before you could touch him he already blocks you with a pillow.

"No. 'M mad at you." He scolds you sternly making you snort.

"Hmkay. Have fun sleeping alone, with no one to hug. I don't know, I've read that ghosts appear at night and pull your feet and drag you to the bottom of the bed." you shrug nonchalantly.

"I-I know that, th-that's why I have ghost spray." He nods to the spray bottle with water (don't tell him that).

"Does it work on all ghosts though? Well Goodnight H." You yawn dramatically and cozy up under the sheets, placing your phone to stand up straight at the nightstand.

"It does! It does, it does, it does, yes it of course it works on all ghosts Harry." He chants to himself.

As he dips under the sheets and the lights were all off except for Harry's nightlight at the window area, you were almost convinced that Harry had slept and should stop recording until he starts rolling a tiny bit closer to you. And again. And again. And again.

And now his chest was spooning your backside. You smirk to yourself, "What's this?"

"I won't talk to you tomorrow morning, but I still love you and I'm scared and I need your cuddles. Please." He rants all in one breath.

"You know what?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"What?"

"I need your cuddles too." You admit, watching as he blushes.

"Stop that, gonna give me a bloody heart attack." He mushed, hiding his face on your neck.

"Is it bad to love on you?" You giggle, combing through his curls.

"No... Love me please." You hear him say in a breathless tone.

"I love you baby. Now go turn around so I can spoon you."

"Okay." He yawns. "Y/N?" He calls out once you situated yourself.

"Yeah?"

"If... If the ghost ever shows up, I promise I'd be brave so I can protect me and and you and even Dusty. Kay? Love you...Love you very much." and with that the room was filled with his light snores making you smile to yourself and tighten your hold on him.

"I love you too, 'm pretty boy." you sighed contently.

Dusty meows at the two of you, annoyed with the fact that a new body had taken his space. So he moved upwards, and lays down on your pillow before placing his head on Harry's curls and his hands cradling your hair.

The recording has now been forgotten and it wasn't until you woke up that you watched it before sending it to Anne.

Anne loved you for many reasons, but one of the main reasons was because she knew that you really did loved him. At least now she can sleep peacefully knowing that his son was taken care of and loved.

[vallentinerry]

Things I Hate About You

Pairing: nurse!y/n and boxer!harry

WARNING: degrading kink, alcohol

Where boxer!h and nurse!y/n are only friends with benefits.

wordcount: 3k+

[masterlist]

You hated Harry. Absolutely despised him.

And he hated you too. Found you the most annoying creature in this planet. Always talking too much and scolding him. Harry hated that.

But he was so fucking hot. You always said that if he were to ask you to drop on your knees for him, you would.

Which is why it didn't really surprise neither of you when you found each other naked on his hotel room. Or when your closet was basically just his shirts now. Or how he wouldn't go to his match unless you gave him a good luck kiss. Or when he started drawing you. Or when you'd start making hi a fucking bento box for his lunch, everyday. Or when the only person that you wanted around you when you were sad was him. Or when you were the only one he'd allow himself to be vulnerable with.

Really, that did not surprise you at all.

Harry despised the feeling of protectiveness over you. He fucking despised the clench of his heart whenever he saw you talking and smiling with someone that wasn't him. He hated that all he could draw and think of was you. Your stupid fucking smile Your stupid fucking pout. Your stupid fucking eyes that always made him feel seen. Your stupid fucking humor that made him a giggling mess. You. You are so fucking beautiful. Y/N. His Y/N.

You wished you could say how much of an idiot he is for thinking that. But you weren't any better.

You hated that with just a tiny smile from him you would be a blushing mess. You hated that you felt like you wanted to cry whenever you see him get hurt. You hated that he always made you feel wanted. You hated that he made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. You hated that he was the only person that made you feel like you can breathe. And most importantly you hated that you had feelings for him.

You hated walking in his dressing room after his match to find his only ex-girlfriend's lips on his.

Harry wasn't touching Nicole anywhere, his eyes were still the same distant eyes he gives everyone. You swore to fucking god, your heart just shattered right there. Your mouth opened into a tiny gasp, hands dropping the first aid kit in your hands.

This was enough for Harry to push Nicole away, his eyes now wide snapping to you in the door frame. No. Please no. He chanted in his head wishing that this was all a dream and that he'd wake up with you in his hold, head nuzzled into you.

Harry didn't want to lose you.

"I-I'm sorry." you whispered immediately rushing out of the room with your heart still beating loudly to the point you couldn't hear anything.

"Y/N... Y/N stop, please-- please listen to me." He almost whimpered tugging your wrist back. He grabbed your face into his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "Look at me. I didn't kiss her-- I didn't even fucking kiss her back! She just came in my dressing room and she just kissed me! I didn't want her to kiss me Y/N."

On the other hand, you were oblivious and felt like you were interrupting them. You weren't selfish, no. You are well aware with where your position is in Harry's life. And if Nicole can give Harry the happiness he deserves without it just being sex, then why would you take that away from him?

"Its...Its fine Harry. You don't have to explain yourself to me. Just friends with benefits, right?" You give him a cheeky smile.

Harry felt like screaming. He wanted to tell you how much your smile means so much more to him than sex. But he cowered away and smirked back.

"Hm...you don't have to be jealous of anyone baby, your pussy is the only cunt I want to fuck." He pinned you against the hallway, lips barely touching yours. "I told you I would win today. So where's my kiss, hm?"

~

You felt giddy to walk up to his apartment-- you were currently at Rome, his hometown-- as you just found a recipe for his bento box. You aren't very good at cooking at all but you tried your best. Okay, that's a lie you just asked Liam to cook and you arranged it.

You knocked at the hardwood, checking the tote bag to see if you had everything you needed for today. "Can I help you?"

The sound of Nicole's voice immediately made you snap your head towards her. What?

"Oh. It's you. Do you need anything?"

"Is... is um Harry here?" You asked, voice above a whisper.

"No. He's out to get plan B. He was quite irresponsible if you asked me." She giggled feverishly making you suck in a breath.

He fucked her after me?

You only nodded shooting her a small smile, "That's nice. Can you just um give this to Harry?"

"Sure, Bye!" She said slamming the door to your face.

"Bye."

You weren't gonna cry. Y/N Y/L/N get your shit together you just said that you weren't selfish, what's going on?

But you couldn't stop the tears anymore. You felt so... betrayed?

You tried to wipe some of your tears of but it still kept falling so you just stopped trying. You ran out out of the elevator, not wanting anyone to see you looking like a rat on drugs and for what? Because she had a crush on a person she was fucking when she reminded him the last time that they were only friends with benefits?

Harry was excited to go back to his apartment. Mainly because Y/N just texted him that she was there already. He was so excited to just cry to the Notebook with her and cuddle with his 2 favorite girls. His cat, Thea and well his other cat.

Which was why he was so confused when he smelled your cologne right when he was about to go to the elevator. But it was all too late.

As the elevator closes, he caught a glimpse of you sobbing onto your hands rushing out the apartment building. You were hurting. Which meant he was hurting.

He tried pressing the "down" button again and again but eventually the people in the elevator got tired of him. Usually he'd tell them to fuck off but it was 2 old couple. He hated that he imagined you and him in that position.

He stormed in his apartment, chest heaving and heart pounding. His eyes landed on Nicole but most importantly, the fucking bento box.

"What are you doing?" He seethes grabbing the bento box from her. Now, Harry may be an asshole but he wasn't selfish. His mom taught him better than that. But that bento box that Y/N spends time on to make for him, was important. Only him can eat that, no one else just him.

"I was eating that, Harry." she says nonchalantly.

"Let's make this fucking clear, Nicole. You're here because you're pregnant and the asshole you cheated on me with left you. You fucking said you'd leave when the rain stopped. So don't be an assuming bastard and think that i still give a fuck about you. I don't. Now, tell me. What did you say to Y/N, huh?!"

"Well it's not fun anymore to mess with someone who's pussy-whipped." She stands up from the chair and holds his jaw in his hands.

"Tell me!"

"Fuck fine! I told her that you were out buying plan B." She said it like... like it was so simple.

Y/N would never want him again.

And Harry couldn't handle that.

"Get the fuck out."

"Harry--"

"Out!" Harry's face was contorted with rage, he couldn't breathe. This was too much. He wanted to punch something and cry at the same time. He wanted to know why is it that when he's finally happy, they have to leave? He just wanted you. Wanted you to tell him that everything will be fine.

He spent the rest of the night calling you. Again. And again. And again. But you just wouldn't answer. He was s fucking worried, are you okay? Have you eaten? Did you put on your lip balm cause he knows how grumpy you get when you don't?

"Fuck!" He said throwing his phone on the wall. "Y/N please..."

Harry hated that he was so dependent on a person.

But most importantly, He hated that he couldn't have you when he wanted you the most.

~

Harry told himself he'd be alright.

But here he is nervous to fight because he knows that you still haven't gave him a kiss.

"Harry man, I'm sure Y/N is alright. She wouldn't do anything foolish, okay? The moment she calls me, you'll be the first to know. Now go do what you do." Liam's heart ached for Harry. At first, he tried to not notice the way Harry was all giggly with his cousin then when someone walks by he would pretend to be practicing his moves. Or when Harry would smile at the lunch notes Y/N would give him. But most importantly when Harry would ask him to show Y/N's baby pictures and always coo at them when Liam does.

Which is why Liam wasn't surprised when Harry started becoming grumpy and snappy to everyone-- even his fucking mum-- when Y/N didn't show up that night. Or the following night. Or the next night.

And when he finally received a call from her, all hell broke loose.

"Hey Li." you say feeling nervous to talk to him after a long time.

"Y/N! How are you?" This caught the attention of Harry. So like a puppy he immediately ran to Liam, trying to hear what she was trying to say.

"I'm good. So um I was just gonna come and tell you that I transferred boxers. That's why I um-- didn't come to any of the matches."

Oh.

She didn't want to see me anymore? That's it?

"Oh wow, um..."

"Y/N let's go babe!" A voice in the background shouts making Harry's heart clench.

Was someone in the room with her? Did you get a boyfriend? Did you not want him anymore?

So Harry moves away, digging through his bag for his inhaler.

"Li, I have to go. I'll call again soon, I promise! Bye."

Liam sighed watching his bestfriend breathe deeply, hand in his chest.

Harry started going to fights drunk.

And he finally got his first lose for the first time ever.

"Harry, you have to fucking stop drinking man! This doesn't help you or me or Y/N." He was fuming. Liam. The most kindest man in the world wanted to punch his bestfriend.

"Liam will you calm down? 'M fine. Everything is a-okay." He giggles plopping on his bed.

But Liam wasn't having it with his bullshit. "I know you're heartbroken right now Harry. But you have a respiratory disease for fucks sake! You're only breaking yourself. And if you think that Y/N would want you back after this, she wont. Now get your shit together or I swear to fucking god I will send you back to Tuscany with your mum until you're okay."

~

It's been a month.

30 days of no talking, hugging, kissing and stupid knock-knock jokes. Y/N could've died and Harry wouldn't know.

At first Harry tried to re-create your bento boxes so something could make him happy but after a week he just stopped and accepted that nothing will ever come close to you and whatever you do.

After having a talk with Liam and Liam becoming his unofficial therapist Harry finally decided that he didn't want to worsen his health. Sure, Harry still cried every night and he snapped on his temporary nurse everyday but at least he wasn't drinking.

So you can imagine the shock he went through upon seeing you pampering and smiling with his enemy of the night. Well essentially anyone who wanted to take you away from him was his enemy.

Bobby Ackers was the name of the boxer you transferred to after Harry. And you just found out that Bobby's match tonight was with none other than Harry Styles. You kept telling yourself that it would be okay, you just had to do your job and avoid him. Easy right?

It wasn't easy given the control Harry has.

Harry told himself multiple times that he was all better now, he has moved on. But the image of you and this penis looking motherfucker just smiling at each other while you took care of him was too much.

So, when Bobert or whatever the fuck his name was left and you were left there cleaning your first aid kit Harry grabbed your wrist causing you to gasp, and puled you up to stand.

Your mouth was agape when you saw the green eyes that you dreamed of every night. "Harry--"

"Why the fuck did you leave me, huh Y/N? Why didn't you let me explain? Why did you leave without telling me-- did you fucking know how worried I was? I was going insane, Y/N!" No matter how mad he was all he could think about was how good you looked. You looked so fucking beautiful, if you asked him to drop on his knees he would. With no hesitation.

"Harry I came to your apartment to give you your fucking bento box and your girlfriend who was wearing your shirt said that you were out buying plan B! What do you want me to think!?"

"She is not my girlfriend y/n. You should've ask me why the fuck they were there."

"It doesn't matter I'm your employee we just fucked a few times."

"Don't give me that bullshit y/n. You know very well that you are not just a fuck to me. I told you specifically that you were the only person I wanted with me. I even fucking told you that I had a dream about you in a house with fucking picket fences! All I asked you was not to leave and you did." He huffed, letting go off your wrist and storming out.

That was the thing, you knew the reason why. Liam told you everything and that only made you more guilty. You were scared to live in a house with picket fences because what if Harry didn't want you anymore? What if you had divorce? You just didn't want to get it wrong cause you knew it would kill you. You just wanted it to be a perfect happy ending but you knew that was far from being realistic.

The fight had gone fast and smooth.

Harry was known for fast fights simply because he gets bored when it takes too long. That's why within 30 seconds Bobby was knocked out. Blood was gushing out of his nose, his jaw was dislocated, there were bruises mainly on his face as that was always Harry's target. Never the body, just the head.

Meanwhile, Harry wasn't sweating at all. He just huffed at the fallen body, took out his mouth piece and drank water. He seemed disinterested with it all. Like it was easy for him to do that.

All paramedics were working on Bobby, including you and Harry hated that. The main reason why he did that was because he wanted your attention on him and of course it still wasn't.

Once he was announced winner he snatched his hand out of the referee's hand. Harry never did interviews and when he did all he would say was, "Grazie per avermi." (Thank you for having me.) and he'd just give his opponent a handshake and immediately leave.

With an irritated glare and a scoff he rolled his eyes at Bobby and snatched Y/N up. "Harry what the fuck-- what are you doing? I need to help!"

Harry only ignored you and once the door was finally closed he pushed you against the door. "There's a reason why we have paramedics, y/n. Now kiss me."

He demands trapping you with his two arms at the door. You should've pushed him away and said no. But you just missed him. He was clouding your mind and you just needed him.

So you angled your face to him until your lips locked. With your bodies pressed together heatedly against the door, breathing heavily as your lips pressed together. Harry kissed you like he wanted to be the only one you kissed, like no boy will ever kissed you, soft and moist and hot and breathy, your tongues in a battle with one another. His lips mashed against yours, as if trying to flatten and destroy your mouth. You hungrily pushed back, mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. His hair that was curtaining the both of you scratched against your soft cheeks as you gripped his head firmly, as if to keep him from escaping.

He kisses you shoulder, and runs his lips on your skin towards your ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. You tilt your head and after his deep breath out he bites you gently. "Were still gonna talk about this, Harry."

His finger touched your neck, and the hair as it was moved away nearly giving you the chills. His hands went from the sides of your head and down to your neck, out to your shoulders and up to your throat. "I should be the only one you take care of. Me. Only me."

The sucking, his hand on your throat, it was too much so all you can manage was a nod. "Look at my poor girl, grinding on my cock." He smirks.

"H, please..."

"My little slut, always so needy for me, no? My slut. All mine." He squeezes your throat as he parts your legs with his thigh.

"All yours."

[vallentinerry]

Morning At The Styles

Hohohoho!! CHRISTMAS IS IN 2 DAYS?? This will be my last post for now then maybe after Christmas or at January ill post the CEO!H fics :)) 

ooh and btw if you didn’t know my wattpad is @scrawny_mf and I post faster there but yeahhh MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE I HOPE YOU ALL FOUND YOUR SUGAR DADDYS AND RECIEVED AS MANY 1D GIFTS YOU CAN I LOVE YOU VERY VERY VERY MUCH *hugs*

River (M) - 17, Dionne (M) - 14, Lovella (F) - 12, Astrid (M) - 10, Athalia (F) - 10

WARNING: body image issues

What a morning in the Styles household is like. 

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[boxer!h masterlist]

5:00 AM

"Harry I appreciate your kisses but I'm this fucking close to punching you in the dick." you warn irritated with your husband waking you up.

"Your favorite feature of me is my dick, please don't bullshit me y/n. Now up you go, we have to live till we're 100 to see if we'll be killed by robots. Come on baby." He says still hovering over you, pressing kisses on your face.

"I hate you so much." you groan placing your head to his shoulder, nuzzling into him.

"You'll thank me later." He gives you one last peck and gets off of you only to pull you up by your hands.

"I'm so tired, H." you sigh standing up from the cozy bed.

"Hm? Talk to me darling." He softly speaks, carrying the chair for you to sit on while he prepares your cleansing wash and workout clothes.

"Work's been draining me lately, just feel tired. I don't feel the passion as much anymore and that makes me sad. Feels like I'm just surviving and not enjoying." You rant sleepily, words muffled by the water as you wash your face.

Harry's younger sister, Stevie is a physical therapist while her twin brother-- Ally is an orthopedic surgeon. When they finished their residency, you created a clinic to work with them and with running the clinic as well as being the head nurse sometimes it can get a little overwhelming.

"Do you need to take a mental health break, love?" You always loved how Harry always valued your mental health.

"No, not yet, 'm just excited for Saturday already." You sigh, putting on your leggings. "Thanks for the outfit choice, bub."

Harry cheekily smiled, he liked dressing you up. "I'm amazing, aren't I?"

"Harry junior is better though, 'm just saying." you tease referring to his cock.

"I thought we agreed on naming her Bowie?"

"Isn't Bowie your left ass cheek?"

"No that's Zeppelin!"

"Um, Harry you named my left boob Zeppelin."

"Wha- No I didn--" His voice were cut off by the sound of the door knocking.

"This argument is not finished mister." you teasingly scold and you watched him exaggeratedly sigh, walking in front of you for a short make out-sesh.

Pushing you against the doorway of the bathroom, you moaned— wrapping your arms around his neck, pushing him closer to your mouth. His hands were situated on your waist, occasionally going lower to grope your butt and rub on your hip bone. "Jump." he mumbles on your mouth.

You heavily sigh in response, jumping up to press your crotch against his lower abdomen. "Fuck, 'm filthy girl getting me hard. Oh fuck--" his voice was cut off when you started sucking hickeys on the curve of his throat.

"Ma! Pa! Let's go! Chop chop on that liver!" You hear Lovella shout at the door pounding more.

"God, she's becoming more like Niall everyday." Harry groans breathing heavily on your shoulder.

"Oh my god please don't say that. You act like Niall hasn't had a threesome with us—"

"Ma! Pa! I'm a busy woman! Time is gold!"

~

You watch in amusement at all of your kids. With River barely awake, lifting weights in skinny jeans— that his father approved of. Dionne was barely breathing as Harry was teaching him how to spar. And you were currently teaching Lovella a good workout for her as she has been obsessed with how she looked recently.

You swore the moment she cried to you saying that she felt insecure of how she looked like it made your heart drop. But you knew that was normal, hell— Harry is the most beautiful person you knew and you would often see him staring at the mirror looking at his tummy with a pout and glossy eyes. So you asked your nutritionist friends on how to lose weight healthily, and what's appropriate for her age.

You were just happy when you saw the small glint in her eyes when she saw the workouts working for with her body.

"I don't get how papa does this as his job. Like who wants to go to the gym willingly."

"Lovella Celestina, I better not hear you talking bad about me or I swear I will twerk on your face everyday as your morning wake up call." He says with a cheeky smile, body all sweaty from .

"Papà, per favore non comportarti come se avessi qualcosa con cui twerkare per cominciare." (Pa, please don't act like you have something to twerk with to begin with) She rolls her eyes grunting a little from the treadmill.

"Lulu!" Harry's jaw slacks while River's eyes snap open to let a small smile dance on his lips while Dee just cackles loudly, covering his mouth instantly. "Baby, is "my ass is bigger than yours" a good comeback to my 11 year old child?" He whispers to you.

~

7:00

Still in your sweaty workout clothes, you were stood at the counter while Harry and the three big kids got themselves ready.

"Mummy, you wanna hear about a little song I made about Astrid's dead parrot?" She asks you with her sat in the counter and eating the remains of their bento boxes you were making for their lunches.

"Of course." you smile as she clapped her hands and big apple cheeks and dimples present. She jumps down the counter and places her Ellie the Elephant that was hand me down by Lulu and got ready to do her dance and song. "Aw Lia."

She clears her throat, eyes all shiny before she starts singing the song. "RIP that parrot aye. RIP that parrot aye--"

"Oh wow! Where did you get that baby?" you felt tears at the back of your eyes. No, you weren't gonna laugh on your god forsaken child's performance. Stop it, Y/N.

"Didi (Dionne) told me that song was vintage so I wanted to make it a little modern." she says confidently.

"Ma, she's joking with you. We know its "RIP that pu--"

"¡Ni siquiera hables! ¡Dionne te matará!" (Don't even speak! Dionne will kill you!) Athalia immediately springs up from her seat and covers her twins' mouth.

"Va te faire foutre." (kiss my ass) Astrid rolls his eyes and scrolls through his vinyl collection to play something.

"Dovevi parlare in spagnolo, scemo--" (You were supposed to speak in spanish, dummy. ) She whisper shouts while Astrid only shrugs and plays the song.

"This one is for the boys with the booming system—"

"Questa è la terza volta che suoni quella dannata canzone, Astrid. Giro. Esso. Spento." (This is the third time you played the damn song, Astrid. Turn. It. Off.) River storms down the stairs with a towel on his hips, and scolds his younger brother with a stern tone.

Astrid only hums, strumming the first chord of his bass guitar.

River only huffs, grabbing Holiday and storming back to his room. He's definitely going to write Astrid in his burn book. Meanwhile, Dionne was dancing to the song and perfectly rapping every line.

+ , +

~

"River, farò tardi! Puoi svegliarti?! Gesù Cristo, ho un test di chimica oggi!" (River, I'm gonna be late! Can you wake up?! Jesus Christ I have a chemistry test today!" Dionne shakes his brother frantically.

Dionne grunted in frustation. Who takes a bath then goes back to bed without putting his clothes back on, at a school morning?! Oh, he was frustrated. He absolutely hated being late, it makes him feel anxious.

"I'm tired and it's winter." River groans out and rolls out of bed with no clothing on.

"Non ho bisogno di vedere il tuo cazzo, ora andiamo." (I don't need to see your dick, now let's go.) You can only imagine the first time Dionne saw his brother naked.

"Sembri mamma, Dee plus t's liberating." (You're sounding like mama, Dee.) River cheekily smirks. Buttoning his button up, and fixing the sleeves of his sweater he sighed.

He just wanted to sleep for fucks sake. He absolutely hated that Dionne was always so uptight. River was never really one to take anything seriously, and just wanted to do whatever made him happy.

Dionne didn't exactly agree with his brother. He wanted everything to be perfect, he depended his value as a person on his grades and praise. He never really cared about his happiness, he just wanted to be the best at everything.

"You're so annoying." Dionne only huffs, trudging down the stairs to prepare the cupcakes he made. It was Freya's birthday today. She was the prettiest girl in school—well for him she is. She is one of the ballet dancers in school, she is Uncle Zayn's second daughter. The first time he saw her, he was so fascinated with the way she twirled around in her pink tutu.

River always said that if you feel like you and that person are the only person in the room, even though you're not then they're the one. Dionne absolutely felt that but romance wasn't really his specialty, it was more of River's. And he always envied that.

"These looks dannatamente delizioso." River grabs one of the cupcakes, unwrapping it and chewing it. "Non così inutile dopotutto, no? You should be a baker." (Not so useless afterall, no?)

"River! No! Give it back!" Dionne seethes angrily at the taller frame.

"It's all gone, see?" He shows the wrapper.

"You're such a dick! I made th-those last night!" He swallows down his tears. He just wanted to please Freya.

"What's wrong?" River's playful glint in his eyes now disappeared and was changed with worry. Yes, he liked to tease people— it was his love language. But he knows when he goes too far.

"Nothing. I hate you so much." He pushes the glasses back to the bridge of his nose and storms out of the living room with one of the cupcakes missing in the box.

"Ugh River? You stole a cupcake from Dee and didn't get me one too?" Astrid groans, punching his older brother's bicep.

River had to control the urge to flipping his brother out and got in his Lamborghini  that he got from his dad's collection after Co writing 3 books as well as writing songs with artists like his auntie Taylor at only 15.

The two never had one hour of peace without fighting. So it wasn't a surprise when Dionne was at the verge of strangling his brother just because who the fuck plays All Too Well at 7 in the morning?

~

"We're going now H!" You call out to Harry as he only hums already in his gym shorts with a pink apron with "World's Best Housewife husband" that the kids bought for him during Christmas, tied around his naked chest.

"Bye! I'll pick you up later, yes?" He looks up from shaking his bum while e was picking up Holiday's poop as The Princess and The Pauper— aka his favorite movie ever, played at the TV.

"Mhm, don't make Liam mad today please." You tease knowing that it was impossible for him.

"Ha ha very funny." He sarcastically says throwing the bird at you.

"Bye!" You shout about to close the door.

"You forgot something!" He calls back, now standing up and walking towards the garage door.

"Hm? What?" You ask looking through your bag.

"Um my kiss? Duh?" He rolls his eyes with a scrunch of his nose.

You shake your head at him but still pressing your lips on his. He caught your bottom lip with his teeth licking it smugly when he saw your cheeks heat.

Yep, he's still got it.

"And tell me you love me." He whispers watching as your lip bounces back to it's rightful place. You look like a fucking a dream.

"I love you, H." you smile laughing a little knowing that he would be sending you the bouquet he always picks out at the garden with a letter of how much he loves you later at work.

"And I love you so very much, my baby." He nuzzles his face into your cheekbone.

"Pa! Astrid just bit me!" You hear Athalia whine.

You groan, "Astrid!"

"She has an annoying face, I can't help it." He only shrugs leaning back on his seat. He loved getting on people's nerves.

"We have the same face!"

"The reason why ma and pa can tell us apart is because obviously I'm the prettier one." Pretty. That was the only description that their parents called them. Never handsome just pretty.

"Ma! Black tights or white?" Lovella storms down the stairs with the two clothing items in her hands.

"God help me." You groan bumping your head at Harry's shoulder.

[vallentinerry]

Ghost

Pairing: boxer!harry and nurse!y/n

This is how you and H met :))

Where nurse!Y/N is boxer!Harry’s nurse on tour.

wordcount: 2k+

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If someone told you that you'd be in this position before, you'd straight-up laugh at their face.

But here you are waiting at a boxer's locker with a shaking leg. You have never met Harry Styles, though he is notorious for his cocky and cocky personality. And that made you scared. You were the type of person to cry whenever someone so much just shouted at you or if you get criticism. And you hated it.

Perhaps, that was the reason why you went to nursing school. Because even though there will be rude patients, the sense of accomplishment was still there to defy you. When all of your classmates told you that they were getting summer jobs at the hospital, so they can have an experience to add to their application, you immediately panicked.

You did try applying to hospitals, but you were late and they were full already with applicants. Which is why you really didn't have much of a choice when your cousin told you to be the boxer he's coaching's nurse.

You were confused at first. If he was a well-known boxer of course he'd have paramedics with him on fights, right? But Liam-- your cousin-- informed you that he had asthma, anxiety attack before fights and he abruptly wakes up at the middle of the night as well as has a hard time to sleep due to his insomnia.

It was your first day of meeting Harry Styles. To say that you were scared was an understatement.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when the door opened with a 'bang' and a very irritated Harry Styles walks in.

"Hi! How are--"

"Get the painkillers in my bag and get out." He instructs taking off his boxing gloves without making eye contact with you.

"Mr. Styles, I have to check-up on you first. Please sit down." You grab his wrist attempting to guide him down the couch.

"Don't fucking touch me." He seethes snatching his hand away from yours.

"I'm so sorry sir, it wont happen again. But please, sit down. I really need to just do my job and I promise ill leave after." you sigh running your hand on your face.

"Do i look like i--"

"Harry." The voice of Liam cuts him off. Liam lets out a sigh, "Y/N, thank you for coming to his fight. But please just wait in the car, you can take care of him at his hotel room after I'm done talking to him."

"Right, okay--I can do that. Bye." you wave at him and give Harry a little smile in which he scoffs at. You opened the door, ignoring the sudden feeling of hurt in your chest.

"Harry you cant act like that! She cant help you if you don't want to be, H." You hear Liam scold harry, raising his voice a little.

"I don't need help, Liam." you heard Harry grunt.

"I will not be having this conversation again with you. I promised your mum I will never let what happened happen to you, again. " That was the last thing you heard before you exit the building.

~

To say that Harry was friendlier to you after working for him for a week, was a lie.

Sure he lets you tend his wounds now, and let you touch him in places that needed your attention but that was it.

So here you are, sitting at the shower stall crying. You felt ridiculous, you really did. But you just didn't understand why he didn't like you. And that frustrates you.

"What are you doing." you hear his cold, distant voice rasp above you making you release a small scream out of shock.

"Are you gonna take a shower?" You stood up, wiping your face with the back of your hand and faced him.

He rolled his eyes, no sign of empathy or interest in his face. He gripped your chin with his pointer finger and thumb, pulling you closer to his face. You let out a small squeak, placing both your hands at his chest. He tilted your head at the side, mouth directly at your ear, almost grazing it before whispering; "Do yourself a favor and stop trying to act all sweet and innocent. Your effort to be likeable is annoying as fuck. You annoy me. "

Your jaw went slack at his words, but even more so when he pulled back and squeezed your chin to look up at him. "Do you understand me, darling?"

"You're an asshole." you breathed out feeling yourself feel hot with the closeness of him. His scent. His face. His touch. Just him.

"Hm?" He said, amusement clear in his eyes. "Now, get out."

He moved away from you and your jaw clenched as he leaned on the wall, looking so fucking smug. "Go, pretty girl."

You gulped moving towards the door but stopped when he called your name. "And Y/N get Liam in here, will you?" you only nodded not looking back at him.

~

After your talk with Liam you finally understood that;

1. Harry doesn't like anyone.

2. Stop trying to be the first one cause that makes him more irritated.

So here you are the next day, waiting where you always are. But this time you didn't jump when Harry enters the room.

You only nodded towards the couch and Harry bit back the smile that was threatening to escape with how cute you looked when you were being so authoritative.

With his legs spread out, you standing between them with your eyes roaming all around his face to scan for an injury. You felt proud of yourself for not cowering away from his darkened eyes, watching you intently.

You had to give it to him, he was good. For someone so young— he was only 21— he was good at boxing. He hasn't lost yet throughout the entire tour around the States and he barely gets any injury on his body and face.

All you had to do was clean up the blood and that was it.

"Okay you're done, go take a shower now." You say staring at him but he was already staring at you.

You bit your lip a little, shaking your head to yourself. You tossed him his clothes and towel and fixes your supplies, ready to leave.

"I'll be in the car." You say slinging the duffel bag on your shoulder.

"Wait." you felt his touch on your t-shirt sleeve making you suck in a breath.

You turned around murmuring, "Yeah?"

"Where's Liam?" He muttered, almost softly.

There was something making him feel uncomfortable right now. You knew it.

"Oh. He already left, said he had a date to go to. Is that all? Can I go now?"

No.

No. This is bad.

Harry felt his eyes bulge at what you said. Harry ran a hand through his hair out of distress. "Did he leave already? Or is he just leaving now?"

"He left around 5 minutes ago. Why? Are you okay? Do you need your pills?" you tried so hard to read his emotions, but there was nothing.

"No. No. I—um.. Y/N can you company right now while I shower? I promise I'll only take 5 minutes." He said scrunching your shirt in his fist.

"What? No! It's hot in here plus that's weird."

"Y/N please..."

"Harry honestly, I'm not gonna make your driver leave without you. Just go to the damn shower."

"Its not that...Please y/n."

"Harry, what's going on? You have to tell me or the answer is no." damn him. You were doing so great matching his attitude towards you and he to act so soft and... cute?

"Nothing is wrong! I just don't like being alone, when I shower."

It wasn't a lie. That's why Harry travelled with his cat, cause he just can't shower alone. He can't, it freaks him out. Makes him cry.

"You're lying, there's more to that."

"Please y/n? I'll buy you... uh waffles? Do you like that?"

"Alright I'm leaving, you being nice to me is scaring me. Bye." You pushed on the door making Harry panic.

He swore he saw his life flash right before his eyes.

"I'm scared of ghosts!" He squeaks.

Now, this was a surprise for y/n.

"What?" You stopped, furrowing your eyebrows.

"The shower makes me feel like there's a ghost watching me. Makes me proper scared. Please just company me. Please, please, pretty please." He touches your shoulder blades, breathing heavily.

"Jesus, fine okay." You huffed. Damn him really.

"Thank you." Harry breathed in relief, having to stop himself from hugging you with gratitude.

"Go shower, ill wait here with my bloody sword or something." you sigh plopping down the couch.

He smiles, at least he was sure there were no ghosts to attack him now.

"Okay, ill um be as fast as I can." He ushers grabbing all his things.

It has been 5 minutes and the silence was killing you.

"Mr. Styles! How long will you fuckin' be there?" you groan.

"Sorry! My hair is tangled, absolutely hate it when it is." He shouts back.

With nothing to do, you decided to pull a small, harmless, prank on Harry.

Well that was what you thought.

Grabbing your phone, you searched "ghost sounds" on YouTube and here you are at your position right now.

Speaker on the counter, you beside the light switch and your right hand hovering over the play button.

Harry felt so thankful, that he didn't have to face his fear of being alone and ghosts right now. He just couldn't do it.

That was when you hit play and turned off the lights.

You backed up on the corner, beside the door hearing Harry let out a cry.

"No! Mommy!" He screamed wrapping the towel he was using to dry himself out and running out the stall to find you.

"No please, 'm scared! Y/N?! Where are you?!" He was hyperventilating.

No. He couldn't do this.

That was when he saw your figure at the corner. "Y/N." He breathed.

Running towards you and hugging you to his body. He felt like he couldn't form coherent words, so all he did was sob on your shoulder. "Are you okay? Did you hear that? I cant—Y/N I can't breathe."

Shit.

Shit.

SHIT!

Oh you fucked up.

Harry fainted in your arms, tears still wetting his eyes.

"Fucking shit! Oh my god! Harry!" You opened the light, bringing his body towards the couch.

You lied him on his back, leaning down to see him still breathing. You brought his legs up to his heart level as your own tears start to flow down.

Harry suddenly sits up with him looking around. "Oh my god." You breathed hugging him to your body.

Harry didn't return the hug.

"Why would you do that?" He breathed, staring at the wall.

"I'm so so so so sorry. I was being insensitive, and I thought it was a good prank when it's not. I'm so sorry Harry." You sobbed on his shoulder.

Never have you ever felt so guilty. What was wrong with you?

"I was really scared, y/n."

"I know. I'm sorry. I'll tell Liam to buy me a ticket back home-"

"No." He cuts you off.

You pulled back from his body looking at his eyes.

His eyes looked so bright when you told him that you would company him while he took a shower. Now it was just distant, confusion.

"What?"

"I said no."

"Why?"

"Because you might tell someone I'm scared of ghosts." He says clearing his throat, now making eye contact.

"Seriously?!" you scoffed. "Harry you have fucking asthma, you could've died because of me and my stupidness! And you're scared of people finding out you're scared of ghosts?!"

"They'll make fun of me like you did." He whispered.

He looked so... vulnerable and small.

"That's because I'm an asshole! I won't tell anyone. I promise. Do you need your inhaler?"

"No. Y/N don't leave, I'm fine."

"I don't understand." you said furrowing your eyebrows.

"I feel— I feel that Liam feels bad that he goes on dates because he knows that I don't have friends. He's my coach. Not his job to take care of me." He sucks in a breath before continuing, "Liam doesn't know that the reason I ask him to stay with me at the shower is because of that. But you do."

"Is that your way of asking me to be your friend?" You snicker.

"What? No! I don't need friends. Just like a... shower partner."

"Okay you make it sound weird." You scrunch your nose. "But sure I'll be your shower buddy."

"That's even weirder." He points out.

"You're weird." You stuck your tounge out at him.

"Okay, nurse-Bath buddy. I forgive you for making me faint."

"And I forgive you for being an asshole and making me feel sexually frustrated. " you mutter.

"What?"

"What?" You say back in surprise.

"Do you wanna fuck me Y/N-"

"So um waffles?" You cut him off giving him a nervous—cheeky smile making him cackle.

"Oh wait shit you can see my penis." His laughter stops as he looks down—the white towel barely covering his crotch.

Yeah, if someone told you that you'd be in this position before, you'd straight-up laugh at their face.

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Birthdays

HIII HAPPY NEW YEAR BFFS!!!

i wrote this in the car so im so sorry if its shitty i just feel really guilty for not uploading fast. also the length of the other stories im writing is fucking criminal.

BUT HAPPY NEW YEAR BESTIES I LOVE YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING THE FAKE SCENARIOS IN MY HEAD :))

Pairing: boxer!H and nurse!y/n (basically 'Ghost' chapter— you're friends with benefits with him in the chapter!)

“Happy birthday Harry!”

wordcount: 1.2k

got this idea for tiktok!

"Your face!" He cackles loudly placing a hand on his stomach as he bends over.

"What an awful photo they took of me! Couldn't they have waited till I looked good?" you huffed looking at the photo they took at the roller coaster.

"I don't think you'd still look good, Y/N." Harry says with a cheeky smirk.

"Watch it asshole!" You narrow your eyes at him as he throws another fit of giggles.

"You look like you're about to let out a massive fart that you've been holding." He laughs with tears in his eyes.

You only shake your head at him with a fond smile. The fact that he didn't even want to come with you earlier and now he looks like he's about to pee his pants is unbelievable.

"No. I'm not going." Harry states, taking off his boxing gloves.

"Why? Come on! It's your birthday we should so something fun." You whine.

"I am gonna do something fun." he argues, eyes everywhere but yours.

"What? Watch The Notebook, eat ice cream then sleep like you've always spent your birthdays?"

"Exactly, now move so I can do that." He deadpans.

"But Harryyyy, I already bought out tickets and planned your birthday. Please come, just this once." You frown, tugging at the sleeves of his shirt.

"Well you better find another person to go with you cause I'm not coming, y/n. Just drop it already." He locks eyes with you.

You sighed in defeat, "Fine. Happy birthday Harry."

Harry felt his heart squeeze when he saw you turn around and head towards the door. "Thanks."

As you open the door you see Max standing there. Max is the owner of the gym that you and Harry go to. "Y/N!" He exclaims, shocked.

"Max? Hi!" You copy his expression, and open your arms to hug him. When you pull away, Max stands there with a bashful smile and flushed cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" you ask him with a smile.

"Oh um--" He starts, stumbling over his words.

Harry has been watching the two of you, not noticing that he had already spilled the water he was refilling in his water bottle. "Fuck."

Max stops talking, eyeing him suspiciously before continuing. Harry roll his eyes muttering, "fucking prick." under his breath.

Now, don't get him wrong. He wasn't watching you because he was jealous or some shit, he was just checking if you'd still need his help is all.

"Oh. Well thank you for checking up on me, Max. That's so sweet of you." you beamed at him.

Don't look at him like that, Y/N. Harry mutters at you in his mind.

"Of course, that's what friends do."

Can you believe this guy? Fucking calling you his friend when he barely knows you?

"She's not your friend." He says under a cough, although that goes unnoticed by you and noticed by Max.

"Well, friend I think you should accompany me to this carnival I got tickets for." You tease.

Harry choked on the water he was drinking. What the fuck? When he told you he wanted you to take another person, he was referring to your dog Chippy.

"Really? I would lo—"

Harry immediately storms over to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "I'm ready, let's go."

"What?" you ask in confusion, glancing at the hand squeezing your shoulder as Harry towers over you and Max.

"The carnival? My birthday? Aish, we should go, we don't want you to wait even more or you'll get grumpy later. Come on baby."

"Wha-"

"See you later Max." He says with an overly sweet smile before tugging you out of the locker room.

"So... Baby huh?" you tease stifling your laughter as the sweet smile has now turned into a sour frown.

"Not. a. word."

"No no, tell me. We're you just jealous baby?" you bump your hips with a cheeky smile.

"Of who? The spider at the ceiling? Yeah, the things I'd do to get away from you." He says, arms leaving your shoulder.

"Oh really? Why don't I just call Max back--"

"No you won't." He cuts you off, pulling the belt loop of your jeans to stop you from going back.

"Yes I will."

"No. You won't."

"And why wouldn't I?"

"Because I bake you cupcakes everyday and you love it."

"Mhm, next time you should put 'Y/N Loves Max' as the icing."

~

For the rest of Harry's birthday, you and him spent it at the car eating a bunch of fast food, then jamming out to his playlist, jamming out to your playlist, stopping by an empty car park and dancing around, Harry shaking his ass to one of the cars, stargazing at the car roof, pushing Harry off of his car roof and finally sobbing the notebook with ice cream in his car.

To say that Harry's mood has shifted when he stopped his car at the front of the hotel the both of you ate staying at was an understatement.

"Hey. Are you okay?" you ask, furrowing your brows in concern.

"Yeah." He says, voice above a whisper and eyes staring ahead.

"Are you sure?" you place a hand on his shoulder making him instantly take a sharp breath.

"Um-- thank you for doing this for me, y/n. You're a good person." you watch as his eyes becomes glossy, hands fumbling the sleeves of his sweater.

"Of course! I'm sure this is not as extravagant as your other birthdays but--"

"Today is the best birthday I've ever had." He cuts you off before more words can come out of your mouth.

"Really?"

"Y/N... I don't think you understand that no one has ever cared enough to celebrate my birthday. So stop putting yourself down... please." he mumbles the last word.

Being the breadwinner of the family, and being the family member that always goes away— Harry wasn't really close to any of them to remember his birthday. He moved to Rome when he was only 17 so he can start making money— by boxing— while studying. It didn't help that his mum was a single mother working different jobs to provide for them and his 3 other siblings.

"I mean fuck-- I can't even remember when was the last time someone greeted me Happy Birthday or wanted to celebrate it with me. I'm so happy right now and I don't want to go back to the hotel because I know I'm gonna be alone...again." A few tears fell down his face as his voice breaks.

"So thank you, for doing this--for caring." he smiles at you through his tear- stained cheeks.

"H." You whisper, reaching up to cup his cheeks. Harry only stares at your hand before leaning in to you, nuzzling his face to your palm.

"I'll always be by your side Harry. Anytime you're needing me. Even if it's just to hug you after your shower cause hell knows the creatures in there." Harry lets out a chuckle. "Or cooking your favorite pasta dish, or if you need someone to rant after watching romcoms, just anything H. Okay?"

"Okay." He presses a small kiss to the palm of your hand. "Can you hug me now?" he sheepishly asks.

"If someone told me I'd have to take care of you, I wouldn't have taken nursing." you teasingly roll your eyes.

"No, I think you would've loved even more." He takes your hand in his cheek and entwined it together before grasping your waist and pulling you over the console to sit on his lap.

"And how are you so sure?" you look up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Because you love me." he whispers, eyes connecting before bumping his nose with yours. "My baby."

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