AN: i had this thought and wanted to write about it. it was going to be short and sweet but i got carried away like usually. so i hope you enjoy. oh also, i know the title says midnight but in the story i wrote its 3 am. so lets pretend they correlate together and match.
This story contains: sex while barley awake (half asleep), slow sex
{ dad!harry - dilf!harry (kids 3-16) - husband!harry - married for 20 years }
word count: 1627
Harry rolls on top of you in the middle of the night and whilst keeping both your eyes closed, you end up having very slow, half asleep sex.
Being married to someone for just over twenty years has its perks. You know just about everything there is to know about each other. You're very comfortable around each, no matter the awkward situation. You understand and are aware of the others boundaries. But best of all, you have years of memories together and five wonderful children you created with the love you share for one another.
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Yesterday was a long day of cleaning up after the kids while Harry met with some people that will be over his upcoming tour. By the time you got into bed together, you both past out from exhaustion.
Now it's currently three a.m. and Harry is awoken with a craving for you. But Harry isn't like, fully awake, perse. He's more so in that state of half asleep - half awake where he's aware of his thoughts and feelings but his eyes are still shut and his body is lagging to move at any quick rate.
Harry doesn't really want to wake you either, knowing how tired you are and how peaceful you look sleeping beside him. But he'll never be able to fall fully asleep until he can get his boner to go down. So the only logical thing to do is to roll on top of your body and just slide his cock in your cunt while you're asleep.
He's aware some would find problems with that but its one of the many things Harry's grown to learn is okay in your marriage as far as boundaries go. Plus, it's not like you'd say asleep during the sex. You'd wake up just enough to know what he's doing and consent to it. And it's also not like this hasn't happened before because it has. Sometimes by you waking up horny and crawling on top of Harry to ride his cock in the middle of the night, and sometimes by Harry, crawling on top your body and fucking you in missionary.
Firstly, Harry kicks off his tight fitting boxers and spits in his hand. Then he reaches under the heavy duvet and takes his slick hand, grabbing a hold of his throbbing dick, tugging and stroking it a few times to get it ready for you. When he decides he's done enough, Harry carefully slides over to your relaxed body, which is on its back, and crawls on top of you. He's careful not to add too much weight on you for now and supports his body with his arms and legs.
Gently, Harry allows his body to come down and meet yours. You have a shirt on and some cotton panties but you won't for long. When his body lays on top of yours, you don't even budge honestly. You're so used to Harry crawling on top of you in the night that this feels normal and comfortable so far.
Harry loops his fingers into the band of your underwear and blindly slides them down your legs, exposing your pussy to your husband. After your underwear is below your knees, he takes his hands and spreads your legs further apart. Then Harry double checks to make sure his cock is nice and lubricated because he knows you aren't wet right now and he'd never fuck you dry.
When he feels just how slick and slimy his dick is, Harry blindly positions it at your entrance. In addition to all the perks of being married for twenty years mentioned earlier, knowing your body in the dark is another one for Harry. The tip of his cock slowly starts to glide into your tight walls and this allows him to lay his head on your shoulder and tuck his face into your warm and familiar neck.
Just like Harry thought, you don't stay asleep for too much longer with the feeling of girth stretching your pussy out below the covers. Your eyes shoot open in the dark of the room and you feel something heavy on your chest. That's when you release what's happening and let out a deep sign of relief.
Still a bit disoriented from abruptly waking up, you mutter in a scratching voice, "What.... what'r you doing, babe?"
"Shhh," Harry whispers in your ear with his eyes closed, "woke up with a hard-on and needed some loving from m'wife. That okay? We can go slow since we're both so tired and all."
"Mhm, its okay," you respond back and continue to ask, "but can I take my shirt off? Wanna feel your skin on mine. Miss our intimate time and if that means sleepy sex in the middle of the night, then so be it."
Harry raises up on your body, making sure his dick stays deep inside you, and helps you sit up to remove your sleep shirt. Once off, you toss it on the floor and kick off your panties until they're lost in the blankets by your feet. Then you lay back down on the mattress and Harry soon follows, laying back on top your chest. But now he can feel your heavy boobs press into his skin and signs at the warm feeling it brings him.
Situating his head on your shoulder with his arms wrapped under and around your upper back, knees bent by your hips, Harry questions quietly, "Ready, m'love?"
"Mhm." you answer sleepily and hug around your husbands body tight. Your arms around his back and your legs wrapped around his waist. Harry takes that as permission to start rocking his hips with yours and it makes you let out a gasp. "Oh fuck, babe." you whine in a whispered tone, not having a full voice at this early hour.
The whole situation felt so very intimate and you loved every second of it. The way your bodies are flushed to one another and how you could feel a thin layer of sweat start to glue your bodies together. The feeling of Harry's hot breath fanning over the skin of your neck. The heavy duvet on top your mushed bodies. It was almost too much but too much in the best way possible.
This goes on for a while. Normally sex between you and Harry has to be rushed and quick pace because as parents you don't have much time to do these activities like you once could. So maybe that's why you're trying to draw this out as long as possible. To hold off on coming and live in the moment for a while longer.
Eventually, you start grinding your hips upwards to meet Harry's public bone so that your clit can get some much needed attention. The first grind up and your body tenses with pleasure. The bed is rocking slightly from the slow but deep thrusting Harry is doing. Your nails begin to claw at the skin of his bare back, making him hiss. But you know he secretly loves it.
Harry's hold around your upper back gets tighter and under his closed eye lids are lite fireworks that are seconds away from setting off the explosion which will be his orgasm. All that can be heard in the bedroom is panted breaths coming from both of you combined and low moans and grunts escaping your mouths.
"Harry, I'm gonna come, alright. Feels too good." you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back on the pillow below you. The tip of his long cock nudges your g spot perfectly with how you're raising your hips up to grind on his. Legs still encased around Harry's hips, your feet digging into his naked ass cheeks.
"Ugh, yeah. Come f'me. M'gonna come too. You feel so good around my dick. Love you so much." Harry heaves, shoving his face as far as he can in your neck to hide his moans and to peck tiny kisses on your sweaty skin.
Suddenly, a euphoric feeling washes over you and your orgasm crashes down on your body. Your body shakes and spasms under Harry and you have to bite down on his shoulder to conceal your moans. Because you'd hate to have your eldest who's sixteen hear their parents making love at three thirty in the morning.
Harry isn't far behind you and his loaded cock shoots cum deep into your cervix. His hips slow down and rather than thrusting, they gradually just press into your hips, rutting back and forth slightly, creating added pressure to your clit and extending your release.
When your highs go down, you're both left breathless under the covers on your bed. Bodies glued to each others and heads fuzzy from the orgasms and from sleep creeping back into your bodies. Slowly, your heart rates start getting back to normal and your muscles begin to relax. Harry's cock stays buried deep inside you to prevent his cum from dirtying the sheets.
Then breaking the silence, Harry coos with a deep, exhaustion filled voice, "Thank you for letting me do this."
You take the hand you had splayed on his back and run your fingers through his sweaty, disheveled curls and respond in an equally tired voice, "Any time, babe. Missed this between us. Missed the unrushed, slow, and intimate sex we used to have before our five kids came along."
Harry lifts his head off your shoulder and places soft kisses over your cheeks until he finds your lips. You deepen the kiss and allow your tongues to meld together. But eventually, you break the kiss apart and Harry relaxes back on top of your body and you both allow sleep to take over your minds. His soft cock stays inside your cunt for the remainder of the morning hours and you know you'll have to take a shower first thing in the morning.
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what if y/n and Harry's child is scared of clowns and gets scared of Harry and his bandmates. what do you think Harry would do?
i think he'd talk in a calming voice and inch towards him/her, trying not to scare them and be like, "Aw baby, its just daddy. See, daddies here. Its just a costume." then their child would slowly warm up to their daddy and allow Harry to pick them up. Harry's bandmates would make silly faces to show him/her that they aren't scary clowns.
Everything for my girls.
Summary: Y/n and Harry's kid is not a fan of her dad's costume.
Word count: 1.1k
I wrote this in between my class break, hope you guys enjoy some dad!h content
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“Are you ready to see daddy, Aiko?” Y/n asked, holding the 3 years old in her arms as Harry finished getting ready in the bathroom of their hotel room. “What do you think he’s gonna dress up as?”
Harry wanted to keep the Harryween’s costumes as a surprise, so neither Y/n nor Aiko knew what he had planned. They were quite shocked when Harry showed up as Dorothy the night before, Aiko loved it, saying that Harry looked cute and how she wanted a blue dress and a bow just like his. When the show was over Harry even played dress-up with her before they put her to bed.
Now it was night two and Y/n was curious to see his outfit and Aiko’s reaction. She had a couple of predictions, but she didn’t even try to talk to Harry about it, knowing he wasn’t going to give her any clue about it.
“Are my girls ready?” Harry asked through the bathroom door. When Aiko heard his voice she let out a round of giggles, getting off Y/n’s lap, going in the direction of her dad’s voice.
“Yeah, and someone is very eager too!” Y/n answered, watching as Aiko tried to reach the door handle, but her body was still too petite for that.
“Open, daddy, I’m here!” Aiko said.
The girl was also ready for Harryween, she was wearing a Dalmatian costume while Y/n was dressed up as Cruella de Vil costume, since Harry was matching with the band Y/n thought it would be a cute idea to make a mommy-daughter match.
She had a tiara in the form of dog ears on her head, which were bouncing up and down as she jumped on the floor in excitement. "Go on, daddy!"
The door slowly opened, the yellow light of the bathroom blending with the lighting of the room. Harry appeared, taking a step and closing the door on his way back. The man was dressed in a white clown costume, a black moon, and a star in front of his top, he didn’t have any make-up yet, but Y/n could tell he was going as Pierrot.
"Baby, you look so handsome!" Y/n said, admiring him up and down, the happiness of his face indicating how much he loved his costume. "Tell daddy what you think, Aiko."
Y/n expected the girl to hug Harry like she normally did, or to go inspect the outfit closer like she did with the Dorothy dress, but her reaction was nowhere near it.
Aiko looked at her dad, who was smiling at her. When he bent down to pick her up, she ran back to her mom in fear. "No, go away!" She screamed. "Mommy, please, take me." Aiko threw herself at Y/n, if she wasn't sitting on the couch both of them would've gotten hurt.
Harry and Y/n stared at each other in confusion as Aiko hid her head on Y/n's chest, she seemed to be under a lot of stress, which was very uncommon. She was so excited to see her dad, what happened to make her feel like this?
"Aiko, love, look at mommy." Y/n patted her back, trying to calm her down and she noticed how Aiko was struggling to breathe. "Can you please take a deep breath for me?" She asked as Aiko looked at her, tears in her little green eyes.
Harry got closer to them, sitting on the couch by Y/n side, eyes furrowed. "Hey princess, why are you crying?" Harry asked. He tried to caress her cheek but Aiko turned her head the other way, hiding from him.
"Scary, want you normal," she mumbled, clutching to Y/n's arm. "Scary, don't wanna stay here."
"What is scaring you? Daddy? His costume?" Y/n asked again, quickly finding Harry's hand and stroking his knuckles, not wanting him to feel bad.
"Yes, I don't like clowns," Aiko confessed, not even taking a glimpse at Harry. "I want daddy back."
"Baby, it's me, it's not a clown, it's daddy," Harry said, getting up from the couch and getting on his knees in front of Y/n and Aiko. "This is just a costume, just like you are dressed as a little puppy."
The girl slowly turned to him, big Bambi eyes looking at him. "I don't like when you are scared." She said, snuggling to Y/n's lap. "I want Dorothy again."
"Daddy knows you liked Dorothy, but today is another show so I needed another costume!" He told her. "And daddy isn't a scary clown, I'm a good clown, look at my shirt, it has a moon, don't you like moons?"
"I like moons and fairies," Aiko said, stretching her hand to touch Harry's shirt, even though she was still anxious about it. "I like dogs and cats too."
"Yeah? Daddy knows you like dogs, that's why mommy bought you this costume, now you, me, and mommy can commemorate Halloween." Harry cleaned her face off her tears. "It's just a costume, but if you want Harry to change I can change."
Y/n widened her eyes as he said that. Changed his costume? The show was supposed to start in 2 hours!
"Just a costume?" Aiko asked, seeming calmer. "Not mean? Just daddy?"
"Just daddy," Harry confirmed. "Can daddy hug you?"
Aiko nodded, wrapping her arms on Harry’s shoulder as he got up from the floor. Harry had finally a smile on his face, blowing a kiss at Y/n, a simple sign of "we did it".
"And you look so pretty! Just like your mom," he said, making the girl laugh.
Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, taking her tote bag and putting in her and Aiko's items, getting ready to leave the hotel room, they needed to head to the car in 5 minutes. "I think I got everything, do you need anything else?" Y/n asked Harry, who was now playing with Aiko, holding her high as if she was flying.
"No, love. Jeff got everything I need at MSG," he said, opening the hotel door for her while Aiko was sitting on his shoulder, playing with his hair.
He sneakily places a hand on Y/n's ass, squeezing it over the leather fabric. "You look amazing," he whispered in her ear, being mindful of the little girl. "The hottest in the room as always."
"Keep it in your pants," y/n said, feeling shy by the compliment. "Lambert would be pissed at you if you decided not to wear the costume today," she told him, changing the subjects as they got inside the elevator.
Harry put Aiko on the floor, the little girl stood in the middle of them, hugging Y/n's thigh as she wanted the number of floors going down.
"What can I say? Everything for my girls."
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word count: 2.3k
warnings: fluff
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(Y/N) was a nervous wreck. She knew how wrong it was for her to accept this date for Harry but, she’d be insane to turn it down. The man is gorgeous, sweet, and so grateful for the smallest things.
So, there she was, sitting in front of her vanity, brushing her damp hair as she tried to mentally prepare herself for the night. (Y/N) really wants to impress Harry and show him she felt the same way. His flirting and Lucy’s confirmation made it known he was into her, but until her acceptance to his offer for a date, she wasn’t very obvious on her crush. Which was massive.
After much contemplation and a trial run of sixteen different outfits, (Y/N) decided on a halter denim jumpsuit that was hugging her body on the right places, but the leg pants opened to bell bottoms, paired with clear/nude heels. She gave herself a look in the mirror and nodded, “Fuck it. Makes my ass look good at least.” She complimented herself before sitting back on the vanity to slap on some concealer and mascara on her lashes.
Soon enough, she was ready, and it was almost time before Harry arrived. (Y/N) gathered her phone, keys, and purse as she waited for Harry.
A soft knock was heard on her door and her heart began to race. “Here we go.” She approached the door, revealing Harry clad in nudish/pinks pants, a white tank top topped with a blue, red, and green button up that was not buttoned at all. God, he looked good.
Harry smiled the moment he saw her, hands shoved in his pockets. “You look beautiful, though I must warn you… I don’t think heels are proper for today’s occasion. Might be uncomfortable.” (Y/N) blushed at his compliment before looking down at her feet, “Oh, okay. Just give me one quick second. Come in, come in.” She hurried him inside before she was back in her room, changing into white converse instead.
“Okay, all ready to go.”
Perhaps Harry should’ve warned (Y/N) that he was taking her to the state fair that just opened. He had heard this it was supposed to be bigger and better than the previous year (which was amazing), so he figured he’d take her there. Fairs can be romantic. Top of the Ferris wheel kiss, winning your lover a huge teddy, sharing elephant ears, walking hand in hand while looking at all the pretty lights. He loved it.
The car ride was at a comfortable silence, music playing in the background as (Y/N) focused her eyes on the road but stealing a few glances from the handsome man behind her. “Where are we going?” She asked nicely, turning her head to face him.
“You’ll see, angel.” (Y/N) felt her cheeks redden for the second time in the night, her heart skipping a beat at the pet name.
It wasn’t long before (Y/N) could she all the rides and pretty colors, her eyes widening at the realization. “The fair?! Oh god, call me a kid but I love the fair!” Harry smirked, glad at his choice for the night. “Seems like we both have somethin’ in common.”
Harry was a gentleman. He opened the car door for her, paid her entry ticket and he’d be holding her hand, but he was a bit shy, just waiting to see where their chemistry leads them.
“So, why don’t we get t’know each other a bit while the Ferris wheel line dies down?” Harry asked her, holding the plate of elephant ears that they were both sharing, occasionally picking at it for a piece. They were both now sat a bench near the Ferris wheel. “Sounds good, I’ll start.” She said before humming in thought.
“Morning person or night owl?”
“Definitely night owl.” She smiled at his answer, “Me too.”
“Okay, my turn. Hmm, what’s y’greatest fear?”
“Becoming like my parents.”
Obviously, they were two grown adults. Their answers weren’t going to be all puppies and rainbows. While their conversation quickly took a more serious turn, (Y/N) was comfortable around Harry and didn’t mind being honest, but thankfully, he didn’t prod on her answer.
“Can I ask why it didn’t work out with Lucy’s mum?”
“Well, we didn’t really want to be together, but Lucy happened, and we tried for her sake, but she was just awful. Not that good of a mum either.”
(Y/N) nodded in understanding, picking at another piece of the dessert now sat between the pair.
Harry tried to think of another question to ask, but his eyes were attentively watching (Y/N)’s lips and his thoughts swerved another way.
“I want to kiss you.” He admitted with no shame, all pride.
“Thought that was supposed to happen at the top of the wheel.” A sheepish smile on her lips.
“Don’t think I can wait that long. M’too tempted at the moment.”
(Y/N) took the initiative to fulfill his wish, grabbing the plate and setting it beside her after scooting closer to Harry. Her small hand set on his jaw, finally leaning in to press their lips together.
Harry instantly felt warmth and relief fill his body. Her lips tasted sweet of the powdered sugar she just licked off her lips from her last piece. This was addicting, Harry could kiss her lips forever. (Y/N) felt dizzy in the best way, feeling herself lost in his kiss, only pulling away because she needed to breathe, her forehead resting on his. “Thank you for pulling me out of my misery.” (Y/N) giggled and shook her head, their noses rubbing softly. “You’re so dramatic, Harry.”
The two finally got to ride the Ferris wheel, sharing a couple more kisses at the top.
Once the two got off, Harry felt more brazen, taking her hand in his and weave their fingers together as they walked through the rides, food trucks, and amusement booths. Talking about anything and everything that came up to their minds.
“We can’t leave until I win y’a stuffed animal.” Harry practically dragged her to the balloons and dart booth, immediately giving the man a twenty-dollar bill as the man retrieved 5 darts for him. “Pop 5 and you get the biggest one.”
Harry effortlessly popped 5 balloons and (Y/N) stood in disbelief. He did it so quickly and easily. The man behind the booth turned to face Harry again, “Alright sir, which do you want?” In turn, Harry looked at (Y/N) with a smile. “The choice is yours, angel.” Her lips perked up at his answers, looking around in thought. “Let me have the huge bunny please.”
(Y/N) felt like she looked ridiculous holding a huge bunny walking through the fair, but she put the thought aside because Harry won it for her and that’s all that mattered.
Once they were back in his car, bunny in the back seat, Harry took (Y/N)’s hand in his again, driving back to her place.
“This might be a dumb question given that y’came on this date with me and you’re aware I’ve a child obviously but, is that okay? Y’don’t mind dating a man with a kid? I really like you and would love to continue dating you but that’s important for me to know.”
(Y/N) brought their hands up to her lips, kissing the back of his palm. “Harry. I’m 26 and almost everyone my age or older have kids, can’t be picky and choosing, but regardless I genuinely don’t mind. You’re amazing and Lucy is a great little girl. I have no problem.”
Harry felt a weight off his shoulder, he had been dying to ask. Honestly, he couldn’t blame her if she did mind and would prefer to not continue with him. But her answer was everything he wanted to hear and more. “Got lucky, didn’t I?” Harry smiled at her before returning his eyes to the road. “Mm-mm. Think I’m the lucky one.” She stated happily.
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Harry ended up dropping her off, smooching some more at her front door before watching her walk in. She was addicting he just couldn’t get enough.
The two had decided they’d act like friends in front of Lucy for now just in case. Harry didn’t want to confuse his daughter in the bad chance that him and (Y/N) don’t work out. He went home with the biggest smile, feeling like a teenager all over again for being so excited and happy with how his night turned out. Could you blame him?
(Y/N) was on a cloud. Before Harry, she never had a man properly flirt and take her out on an innocent date. She only ever fooled around for her own pleasure because she hated men and she thanked her father for giving her the example of a terrible husband to her mother. Not that her mother was a good wife anyway.
But Harry? God, he was amazing.
‘I had a great night. Sleep well, bunny.’
She smiled at the new pet name given that she chose a bunny for her stuffed animal.
‘Thank you for tonight. Good night. x’
Of course, she was the lucky one. Harry is a great man, and his daughter was just as great, not bratty, not rude. She had no complaints.
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About five months had passed and (Y/N) and Harry were doing amazing. He finally asked her to officially be his, (Y/N) very happily obliging.
They had still been sneaking around Lucy because now they were staying over each other’s places, (Y/N) mostly being the one to come over and sneak out in the morning before Lucy woke up. Harry would only stay at her house when Lucy was over at Brooklyn’s.
But Harry was ready to tell his daughter that (Y/N) was more than a friend. And man, was she happy.
“Does that mean I get to spend more time with her?” Lucy bounced in excitement, her little curls bouncing with her.
“Yes, pet. She’ll come have dinner with us often, stay the night, join us when we go out. Is that okay?” His daughter’s validation meant the world to him. Seeing how happy she was to find out (Y/N) would be around made him even more happy.
“Yes! I really like her, daddy. She’s so nice to me and always helps me.”
That was all Harry needed. Now he could hang out with both of his girls together.
They all fell into a pretty scheduled routine. (Y/N) would spend the latter four days of the week over at his house, now being the one to read Lucy her bedtime stories because according to her, she did the character’s voices better than her dad did which earned Harry ‘Ha-ha!’ from (Y/N). On Fridays, she’d be the one to pick up Lucy from school after one of her classes and taking Lucy directly to the studio with her, getting her dressed up and ready for their class together. It was perfect.
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It was Thursday again which meant (Y/N) would pack and go to Harry’s for the rest of the week. She ended up going a little earlier than usual as she promised to be the one to cook dinner tonight.
(Y/N) was standing in Harry’s kitchen, whipping up some linguine and ground beef, Harry coming behind her with his arms wrapping around her waist. “Already smells so good, baby. Can’t wait to taste it.” She smiled, turning her head to look at him and properly peck his lips. “It’s almost done. Why don’t you prep the table while I serve us?” Harry nodded, unwrapping his arms from around her and giving her bum a pat before walking away, (Y/N) now serving all of them, Lucy’s being in a smaller bowl with a smaller fork.
“Lucy! Come eat with us, hun!” (Y/N) called out as the little girl came running down the hall from her room, taking her seat next to (Y/N), Harry parallel to both his girls, just how he liked it.
Dinner consisted of all of them sharing how their day went, including Lucy who went on and on about how they didn’t allow recess time today because one kid decided to be disrupted.
Once they were done, Harry gave Lucy a bath while (Y/N) showered in Harry’s bathroom. She finished up and made her way to Lucy’s room for her bedtime story, only this time, she asked Harry to stay with them, wanting them both to cuddle and tuck her in.
“And they lived happily ever after.” (Y/N) called out softly, Lucy yawning with droopy eyes before turning to give Harry’s kiss a cheek, then doing the same to (Y/N).
“Goodnight, daddy. Goodnight, mummy.”
(Y/N)’s eyes widened, immediately shooting towards Harry with her mouth open as if she had just gasped.
Harry seemed unfazed, getting up from his daughter’s bed, walking straight to his room and into the bathroom.
She got up a couple of minutes after, getting under the sheets of his bed while her mind ran thousands of miles a minute. She feared what Harry might be thinking, probably riling up a storm in his head to come scold (Y/N) after his shower.
He came out of the bathroom, towel tightly wrapped around his waist as some water drops dripped from the end of his curls.
“Babe… I swear I’ve never heard her call me that before, I’ve never asked her to call me that either. I’m sorry, my intention isn’t to replace her m-“ Harry stopped her mid-sentence with a peck on her lips, pulling away with a soft grin.
“I know, angel. Lucy said that because you’re the only proper mother figure in her life. If y’don’t mind it, I don’t either. I’m happy to see her so happy and comfortable around you. You’re amazing with her and I love that.” And for the first time, the words slipped out. “And I love you. I promise I’m not mad.”
(Y/N) sighed in relief, feeling more weight on his approval than him finally saying those three words she was dying to hear before confessing them herself.
“I love you, too, baby. So so much.”
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Dad!Harry talks to his daughter about her questioning sexuality
A/N: might make this into a blurb series? so presh. if you have any concepts around this, send them my way.
wc: 2,249
June was Harry and Y/N’s first baby, their biggest accomplishment before they were soon having another child. June was currently 13, the awkward age of Middle School, puberty, and overall questioning of identity. Y/N and Harry wanted this weird stage to be a smooth transition. They always encouraged her to express herself, with clothes, in hobbies, with their conversations. Although their first child, they both felt as though they managed to get through the difficulties of becoming a parent easily (thanks to the massive amount of parenting books, from birth to adolescence, that Harry kept buying while June was still in the womb).
Yet, there is only so much you can prepare your child for, and surely you can’t be there to guide them through every difficulty. Harry and Y/N weren’t sure if June would question her sexuality as both of them weren’t straight, they didn’t know if the process was the same for heterosexuals. But they never skirted around the topic. If anything, they encouraged watching same-sex couples in movies and such, even having many friends who had families with someone of the same gender (or a partner that was non-binary).
Harry hoped that this would be an excellent way to acclimate their children to the varying diversity of the world. Y/N grew up with racial diversity, but anything deviant from heterosexuality or cisgender was heavily frowned upon. They hoped that with their lack of omission of the varying aspects of identity their children would have the opportunity to understand themselves easier rather than constantly question their identity.
They forgot to take into account that this was simply a stage in adolescence they had to endure though, as Eric Erickson put it: a fight between identity and role confusion. And June was currently right at the center of it.
June, even as a child, was usually calm and they rarely had problems with her being fussy like they do with the twins, Mazzy and Mick (named after the artists constantly playing on their home turntable). Thus, any changes were quickly noticed in her behavior.
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Picking up the kids from daycare and June from school was on the top of Y/N’s list of things to do for the day. She adored seeing everyone’s faces after a day at work and seeing their warm smiles and tight hugs always brightened her mood.
Today, things seemed different.
June jumped into the front seat with a grunt, a frown, and even went as far as throwing her bag onto the floor of the car forcefully. This was generally out of character, except Y/N and Harry have noticed these bursts of anger more recently.
“What’s eating at ‘ya bug?” Y/N calmly asked, wanting to maintain a balance of emotions although knowing June was perhaps all over the place as most teenagers are.
June rubbed her hands on the top of her thighs and noticeably took a few deep breaths; a calming tactic her father taught her when she was younger to calm herself. She took a few more breaths until facing her mother to talk. “Sage didn’t want to hang out this weekend,” she finishes, the frown being found on her face once again.
“Oh, is she busy? Thought you two were having a sleepover at home?” Y/N inquired. She knew Sage and her daughter were best friends since the beginning of sixth grade, and she hoped they would maintain their friendship although she knew the ups and downs adolescents faced it might not be possible.
“She said she’s going to the mall with Rye.”
“As in the bread?” Y/N chuckled, trying to lift the mood.
June rolled her eyes, another behavior that has risen in frequency. “No mom. A boy. That she likes.” She grumbled crossing her arms and sinking further into the seat.
“Oooooh I see what’s going on here, Sage is going on a date!” She rose her voice to a pitch of puppy love, which didn’t sit well with June.
“We promised we wouldn’t date boys in Middle School. They’re all so stupid and ugly. I don’t get why she’s ditching me for him.”
Y/N was a bit surprised by this. Harry and she have talked about the day they’d have to worry about June’s infatuation with others and they were dreading it. Hearing that June didn’t have interest in it now was a relief, but of course, this whole conversation was concerning.
“I understand, not the nicest to make plans with someone when she already made some with you. But June-bug, you guys are teenagers. Of course, she’s going to take an opportunity to go on a date with a freaking boy!”
“Language momma!” Mick yelled, the three-year-olds’ well acquainted with naughty words.
“I guess. Just rude s’all.” June finished with another grumble. She wasn’t known for throwing huge fits, and her outbursts were usually this short.
Still, Y/N knew that this would be something that would affect her for the rest of the week. Her daughter is calm but incredibly sensitive, and the two parents have learned how to work through her internal struggles. She decided to ask the usual question during June’s turmoils: “wanna talk to dad about it?”
“Yes please.”
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Harry was finishing washing the plates as Y/N was getting the twins ready for bed. The small domestic moments like these reminded Harry of how lucky he was to have a family like his. He noticed June’s mood as soon as everyone entered the house, and once Y/N confirmed they would need to talk later, Harry was preparing himself to support his daughter through her problems. Y/N and he were definitely lucky with their firstborn being like June. Sometimes he’ll credit his efforts in teaching June meditation early, and depending on the day, Y/N agrees.
As he dries the plates to put back in their cupboards, June walks in.
“Hiya bug. C’mere give Poppa hug.”
June rolls her eyes (he’s having a hard time adjusting to these teenager habits) and walks closer to her father. Although she’s extremely close with both of her parents, there is a timeless connection she has with her father. “Not a child anymore dad. And please, do not call yourself poppa again. You’re not that old yet.” She mumbled in his chest, clearly needing the affection.
“Mom said you wanted to talk? Want her there?”
“Uhm. Maybe we could just talk in my room please.”
“Of course, let me just put these plates all back” Harry smiled, only letting go of the hug once he felt June move away. A small trick he learned from his mother after she attacked him with countless parenting trips: never let go in a hug with your child, let them determine when the hug is over. It gives them more comfort and stability in their lives and although he saw this as minimal, he understood its significance.
“I’ll help.”
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As they walked to June’s room, they caught Y/N walking back from the twins’ room. “Hey baby, twins are done for. I’ll be in the room. “ She pecks Harry quick on the lips and turns to June to wrap her in a hug. “Love you cutie,” she winks at June as she goes to her room.
“Love you momma” June smiles, happy that she has a supportive family like this one.
“I’ll be there in a bit,” Harry smiles, his arm going back to June’s shoulders, giving it a squeeze.
Once they get to her room, both take a seat on June’s bed. Her back is on the headboard while Harry sits at the edge facing her, cross-legged. Every once in a while June would request to speak to Harry, Y/N, or both of her parents on the issues bothering her. Harry and Y/N were proud of having a daughter that felt comfortable enough to communicate with her parents, and they always were looking for new ways to enrich themselves with the issues kids have a different ages.
“Speak to me June, what’s on your mind lady?” Harry starts, initiating the push. He can tell that she’s struggling to bring her thoughts to words.
“Did you....well. How did you ... realize you didn’t like ... uhm, just girls?” She hesitantly asked, too flustered to look at her father on such a strange topic.
Oh, it’s happening, Harry thought. “Well, I was pretty young, I guess around your age, and I realized that I just wasn’t fully straight. It developed from there I guess, I talked to a few friends about it, spoke to your grandma, and eventually met a boy I really liked. It was really scary, I’m not going to lie, figuring out my feelings at that point. After that, it wasn’t a big deal and everyone in the family understood. I just knew something like gender wasn’t a big deal to me, and if I liked someone I liked them. But it’s different for everyone. Your mom can tell you how she found out she’s bi.”
June was soaking in the information her father gave her. She knew both of her parents weren’t straight, but hearing how they found it out was something entirely different. It wasn’t that she was foreign to the concept, but in personal terms, it was utterly confusing.
She finally looked to her father, giving him a small smile at the personal information he shared. They were a very open family, but something about this felt even more personal. “But, did you ever think you were faking it?”
“Not really, but you already know how pretentious your father is,” he chuckled, lighting the mood. “Your mother, as she’ll tell you, had a completely different experience. Said she struggled for years thinking she was either faking it or actually completely gay! She once told me that she just couldn’t disclose it with anyone, and that led her to a lot of contemplation. But if you’re feeling this way too, I need you to know your mother and I are here to support you in any way we can.”
“Dad,” June scrunched her eyes looking down at her crossed legs. “I think I might like girls. Or at least, I think. After Sage told me she’d ditched me I just realized I don’t like her just as a friend.”
At this moment, tears began to form in her eyes from all the confusion. Instantly Harry brought her into aa encompassing bear hug, keeping her safe in his chest. It hurt him to see her going through this dilemma, the inter-workings of adolescents were never fun.
“It’s just,” June suddenly choked on a sob, grasping her dad’s hoodie. Harry began to rub her back for support. “I like her I think. Like really like her dad. I don’t want her to date a boy, I want to date her. But she won’t like me and...I don’t know! Why did this have to happen to me!” She continued, clearly soaking his hoodie.
“Oh baby, please don’t ever think this is a bad thing. Sexuality is a spectrum, many of our friends are somewhere on it, and you already know Elizabeth and Mary are married. This is a beautiful thing to discover baby. But yes, I won’t lie to you, it’s going to be hard. There may be times you like someone who doesn’t like girls but bug, that’s simply life.”
“What if I am dad. I don’t know if I like boys at all.”
“Then you are. As simple as that. You can label how you feel or not, it’s all about what feels most comfortable to you. As you know, your mother and I will be here to support you in any way we can. If you like girls, so be it, you’re still our daughter and you know that. If you like boys, which I mean yuck,” he imitated a gagging noise, rising a laugh out of June “then okay. Both or everyone? It’s all okay bub. I do want you to think about it, It might take some time to accept it but we’re accepting you any way you are. You’re so beautiful and strong, and your sexuality doesn’t diminish that in any way.” He made sure to hug her tightly as he said this, expressing his full support.
“Dad, thank you.” June exhaled, releasing herself to wipe her tears.
“Of course, June. I’m so happy you were able to tell me this, I know it must’ve been hard.”
After a deep breath, June looked calmer after her small crisis. “I knew you guys would be okay with anything but it’s just, much harder than I expected to really like your friend who doesn’t like you.”
“It’s hard, so so hard. Ask your mum, seriously I swear she told me she also liked one of her friends at your age. Universal gay experience perhaps?” Harry pondered.
June gave a small laugh to that. “Yeah, I’ll ask. I don’t want her to think I left her out of this, it’s just that I’ve heard about your sexuality in the media more.”
“Pesky things, but I understand. It was so hard for your mom in comparison to me. Do you want me to let her know first, is it okay that I let her know you might be questioning?” He gave her daughter a sincere inquisitive look, valuing consent over everything.
“Yeah, of course. Probably talk to her tomorrow after we drop the twins off. I really appreciate it, dad.”
“No problem bug. Let’s get you tucked away.”
__________ part 2
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You weren’t sure how to answer all of their questions. CeCe woke up first and crashed head first into your bed, a frown on her face when she asked if Harry would be coming for dinner soon.
When she sat at the island beside her sister that morning and spooned into a bowl of cereal, Maeve rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe he’s gone--now we have to just deal with each other.”
You sipped at your coffee, partially grateful to at least be braless in your own kitchen again. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means having Harry here was fun.”
“We had fun before Harry was here.”
“Sometimes,” Maeve said.
CeCe echoed her sister’s sentiment. “Yeah, sometimes.”
This plucked at something in you: mom-guilt, single-parent paranoia. “What about when we went to that beach in Malibu? We brought those floaties and made sand castles? That was fun!”
“Can you imagine if Harry was there for that?” Maeve turned to CeCe. “He would have helped us build a giant castle with, like, moats and towers.”
CeCe nodded and milk dribbled down her chin, you tried to not take it as an insult.
“We’ll be okay without Harry, you guys. We were fine before he came.”
“But I like Harry!” CeCe frowned.
“I know,” you nodded.
“Me too, for the record.”
“I know, Maeve.”
The front door pushed open, Jeff offered a timid smile when both girls turned to see him. “Hi Uncle Jeff,” CeCe said robotically.
“Hi,” he said, his eyes glancing in your direction as he came towards the kitchen. “How are we doing?”
He was taking the temperature, you were sure of it. A glimmer of hope in his eyes told you that he came here half expecting that you’d changed your mind and everything would be back to normal--well, the version of normal that Harry’d been a part of.
Maeve let out a sigh and swiveled on her stool. “Terrible, thanks for asking.”
You ignored her remark. “We’re good, Jeff, how are you?”
“Fine,” he nodded, lifted his hand to hold up a brown paper bag. “I brought donuts.”
“Donuts?” CeCe smiled at that, reaching out when he handed her the bag.
“Is that really why you came?” You eyed him suspiciously when he took a seat on the other side of CeCe. She was elbow deep in the bag now, a greedy smile on her face when she pulled one out.
“Did you come because you feel bad for us that Harry moved out? Or should I be mad at you since he’s living at your house now?”
“Mad at me?” Jeff pointed at his own chest, Maeve nodded in response and you simply sighed as you moved to pour Jeff a cup of coffee. “I didn’t do anything! She’s the one who made him leave.”
Both Maeve and CeCe’s heads snapped in your direction, Jeff’s eyes went wide when he realized he said too much.
“You made him leave?” Maeve asked, her voice angry when she dropped the chunk of donut she’d taken from her sister. “You said he was just busy!”
“Maeve, you don’t understand,” you said quickly, defensiveness rising in your chest when Jeff bit his lip in regret.
“I do too! I do understand! You made Harry leave and no one wanted that!”
“I wanted that!” You told her, anger laced your words and CeCe shrunk at your volume. “My feelings count too, okay? I put you two first all the time and I do what’s right for you but sometimes mommy needs to put her own feelings first.”
You took a deep breath, tried to settle your pulse when she stared at you with narrowed eyes.
She hopped off her stool, pushed her plate forward to show she was done with breakfast, and more importantly, done with you. “I hate you,” she said quickly, “I wish I could live with dad.”
You rolled your eyes and she took off up the stairs before you could reply. CeCe nibbled on her donut still, eyes glancing between you and Jeff as she waited for someone to break the silence.
“Sorry,” he said, two syllables stretched out in hesitation. “I didn’t--I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“You made Harry leave?” CeCe asked.
You looked at her, another wave of guilt when you wished you could lie. “I did, but I needed space, honey. We have a lot going on right now after losing grandpa and moving here and--I just figured it would be best for us to all go back to normal.”
She nodded, though she likely didn’t understand your words entirely.
Innocently, she told you: “I felt normal with Harry here.”
Jeff reached over and ruffled her hair. “It’ll be okay.”
You nodded, you hoped it would.
**
Three days. A whole 72-hours since Maeve had spoken to you aside from using CeCe as her go-between. She sat at the dinner table and when you asked her how things were going with Hayley, CeCe informed you--after Maeve mumbled--that this week had been good. Hayley bought her chocolate milk at lunch.
She sent you a text one night, too, simply informing you that she had to stay late after school to work on a project.
Maybe it was wrong to let it go on like that for a few days. Immature, bad parenting, whatever it was that a book or a blog would call it. But you felt drained and uncertain and shit out of luck.
On top of that, Tristan was texting you every five minutes, updates on numbers and percentages and sales across the country. The body wash was booming--hitting shelves from Seattle to SoHo--and while all of that was good, the rest of your life felt like an utter failure.
You sat in bed one night, Zoey on FaceTime as she filed her nails.
“I just don’t know if I’m supposed to force her to talk to me or if I’m supposed to give her space,” you shrugged.
“She’s stubborn,” Zoey said. “Probably best to let her come to you.”
“But how long am I supposed to wait?”
“She’ll get over it, Y/N--she’ll get distracted next week about some dumb middle school thing and you’ll be off the hook.”
“Should I bribe her? Let her have another sleepover with all those girls?”
She laughed, looked up at you with pitiful eyes. “Something tells me that it would be even more stressful than the first time without Harry there.”
You rolled your eyes at her statement, bothered both by the truth in what she said and the fact that she even went there to begin with.
“You know I’m right.”
“I don’t want to talk about him.”
“Okay. How’s CeCe?”
“She’s good,” you sighed. “She misses Harry too, though.”
“I thought we weren’t talking about him?”
“We’re talking about CeCe!”
Zoey put the nail file down. “Have you heard from him?”
“No,” you said simply. “I don’t think I will.”
“You don’t think you will?” She made a face at you.
“I don’t know--I mean, he hasn’t texted me or called me. I guess now we have no reason to talk, right?”
“He’s not just going to leave like that, I’m sure he’ll reach out at some point to see the girls or something.”
“Right.”
Quiet for a second, she filed away at her pinky and then looked up again. “Do you want him to reach out for you? Not for the girls?”
You braided a tiny strand of hair in front of your face. “I don’t know what I want.”
“That feels...untrue.”
“Untrue?”
“I think you know what you want but you don’t like that you want it.”
“Didn’t we say we weren’t going to talk about him?”
“You’re the one who keeps bringing him up!”
“Well clearly I’m an idiot. Every action of mine over the last few months proves that I make terrible decisions.”
“Hey,” she said, more serious now. “You do not make terrible decisions.”
“It was just so...out of left field, unlike me, I don’t know.”
“The heart wants what it wants.”
“Okay,” you held back a laugh. “You sound like a tacky greeting card.”
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled unapologetically. “Maybe you should buy Harry one and leave it at his front door. Apologize for being stupid and not having a beautiful little baby with him.”
“Okay,” you laughed but rolled your eyes. “That ship has sailed, I am never having another baby.”
“Good, cause I need your help with mine, so--”
“They just grow up to be evil pre-teens, so watch out.”
“She’s not evil,” Zoey laughed, defending your daughter. “She’s mad at you, and she kind of has a point.”
“What point does my 11-year-old have? Please, enlighten me.”
She looked up at you but was silent, “do you really want me to say it?”
When you raised your eyebrows at her, she laughed a little.
“You basically ruined the one good thing that you guys had this year. Ruined might be strong--I take it back. You ran away from the one good thing you three had this year.”
Her words felt eerily similar to Shelli’s: don’t let your past ruin your future. It echoed off the granite the night she said that and followed you up the stairs. It circled the drain of your shower the next morning and now it still haunted you almost a week later.
Harry’s words seemed to stick, too: do you not want to get hurt?
Maybe they all had a point. Maybe the people who knew you almost your entire life (Shelli, Jeff, Zoey) were aware of something you weren’t. Maybe they saw the look in your eyes when he tossed CeCe across the pool and she swam back to him like he was the one who’d raised her since birth.
Or maybe they were all stuck in the pipe dream with you. Maybe they just wanted someone who was kind and reliable and caring to be around, for you and for the girls.
But it didn’t really matter what anyone else thought, because on the fourth day when Maeve got dropped off after a playdate, she burst through the door with a smile on her face and for a second, she forgot she was mad.
“Mom, you know that boy Braden who’s in my reading class? He texted me when I was at Chloe’s and he said that he liked my hair today.”
She came up to the counter and slung her backpack onto the floor, eyes glued to her screen as she thumbed out a reply to someone.
“He did?”
“He did!” She smiled up at you. “Chloe thinks he likes me, but I don’t know. Maybe I’ll try to sit with him at lunch this week.”
You nodded, caught off guard by how natural it felt for her to be going on and on about the happenings of her day. When she met your gaze again, though, she remembered.
“Oh. Nevermind, forget everything I just said cause I’m still mad at you.”
“Maeve, we need to talk. You can’t just ignore me and pretend I don’t exist.”
“It’s been going pretty well for the last few days,” she shrugged, picking up her phone again.
“Do you think I don’t miss him too?”
She paused at that, looked up at you and blinked a few times. “Do you actually?”
You let out a breath, wondered if being honest with her was the best course of action. “Of course I do, but, it’s just not that simple.”
“Why not?”
“There’s been a lot of change this last year, sweetie, don’t you think? First we moved out of our old house and daddy and I got divorced, and then grandpa passed away and--”
“And when Harry moved in things felt normal for the first time since all of that.”
“I know, honey, but it wasn’t really normal. He’s not your dad and, y’know, he wasn’t going to stay here forever. We knew that going in.”
“I think he would have stayed forever.”
“Maeve--”
“What?! He liked us, mom! And he like-liked you.”
“Alright,” you waved her off.
“You like-liked him, too.”
“Okay, I did, Maeve. I do--I still do. But that doesn’t mean that he can just live here and we can act like we’re a family.”
You were slowly approaching territory that wasn’t appropriate to discuss with her. You came around the island before she could reply and pulled her close to you, smushed her face into your chest and kissed her on the head a thousand times.
“You are my family. My pain in the butt, sassy little family.”
She laughed but shoved you away, smoothed her hair out and then CeCe came running around the corner from the living room.
“Did I hear sassy?!”
“Yes, and I was talking about you, CeCelia Rose.”
She climbed up onto the stool beside her sister and smiled a toothy smile. “I figured you were.”
“Mom’s being weird, she’s hugging me and being affectionate.”
“Mommy--can we have Harry over for dinner?”
Whatever happiness you’d felt for a moment came shattering back down to the floor beneath your feet. “CeCe, I don’t know if that’s a good idea--”
Maeve made a face at you, wide eyes and a skeptical look when you put both hands on the counter. You changed your tune, “Maybe I could text him and see if he wants to take you guys out for pizza one night?”
Maeve smiled at you then, “I love pizza.”
**
You sent the text the next morning, sat behind your desk with blue-light glasses pushed up on your nose. Tristan was running late, said he’d grab lunch before your meeting and then texted you to report the traffic on Melrose was atrocious.
You’d thought about it long and hard, did you use an emoji? Did you ask? Did you just tell him that they missed him? Would he even want to see them or at this point was he already frequenting clubs and asking a higher power why he ever lived under the same roof with two kids?
A ding from your phone pulled you out of your anxiety spiral and had you reaching for the phone with a quick pulse.
Y/N L/N (12:43pm): The girls have been asking about you a lot. Don’t know if you’re up for it, but if you’d want to see them for pizza I think that would be okay.
Harry Styles (12:45pm): I would love that, as long as you’re alright with it. One night this weekend?
He seemed fine. He didn’t seem mad, he didn’t seem annoyed or bothered. You typed out a reply and noticed the tiny gray letters that told you he’d already read it. You waited as he typed.
Y/N L/N (12:46pm): Friday?
Harry Styles (12:46pm): Perfect. I can pick them up at 6.
“Hi, okay, sorry, didn’t know what a cluster fuck it would be to get a sandwich.”
Tristan’s voice made you jump, a hand clutched to your heart when your phone clattered to the desk and you pushed away in your chair. “Jesus, you scared me.”
“Sorry,” he eyed you sideways when he placed a paper bag on the conference table in the corner. He lifted out a wrapped sandwich and then wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Are you sexting over there?”
“No, I’m not sexting.” You stood and came over to join him. “I was talking to Harry.”
“And that’s supposed to make me think you weren’t sexting?”
You faked a laugh and sat down. “He’s going to take the girls for pizza.”
“Oh, good, so you’re gonna work it out with him?”
You tugged at the wax paper that separated you from your lunch. “No--there’s nothing to work out. He’s just taking them out to pizza.”
He could tell you didn’t want to talk about it when he bit into his own sandwich. “Is Maeve talking to you again?”
“I think so--it’s on and off but she’s seeming less bothered by me.”
“That’s great.”
“The pizza thing is helping, to be honest.”
“So you’re bribing her?”
“No, I’m encouraging my children to have a relationship with someone who cares about them.”
He nodded thoughtfully at that, like he was taking it all in and considering your point of view.
“Heard from Luke lately?”
You let out a quick laugh. “Well, Maeve used her new cell phone to text him that she wanted to live with him after she got mad at me for making Harry move out. So he called me, asked what that was about. Luckily having his daughter live with him would cramp his style.”
“Did you tell him Harry moved out?”
“Yeah--he sounded quite pleased with that.”
“Of course he did,” Tristan rolled his eyes.
“Right, so, aside from that, just a text about CeCe’s ballet recital at the end of the month to make sure it’s in his calendar.”
“Oh yeah, when is that?” He pulled out his phone and scrolled three weeks out.
“June 28th. 3pm, it’s at this cute little theatre in Sherman Oaks. I’ll send you the address.”
“Is Harry going to be there?”
“No--I mean, I don’t think so. Luke is supposed to come so I hope not.”
“If they punch each other again I’m totally going live on instagram to document it,” he laughed.
“No you’re not,” you pointed a finger at him. “If you do, you’re fired.”
“You can’t fire me. You love me too much.”
“True, but if you’re stupid enough to do that, you deserve to get fired.”
He forced a sugary sweet smile at you, “Harry can totally take Luke. He’s so in shape and muscular.”
“Hopefully no one has to take anyone. My children have endured enough this year.”
“Is that what all of this is about? Is that why you broke up with him?”
“I didn’t break up with him,” you corrected. “Can’t break up if you were never dating.”
“Okay, yes, and this also isn’t middle school.”
“Whatever.”
“Answer my question!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Did you break up with him because you think your children have been through too much?”
You ignored his use of the same phrase. “I know my children have been through too much.”
“And you are choosing to ignore the fact that the four of you were incredibly happy playing house together?”
You set your sandwich down in frustration. “Why is everyone up my ass about this? Am I not allowed to make a decision for my own family?”
“You are,” he backed off a bit, dropping your gaze for a moment. “But--I don’t know, I just don’t think you should trade happiness for what you think stability looks like.”
Maybe it was the drama of the last week, maybe it was just the afternoon slump. “You lost me.”
“Okay, well, I’m not a therapist, but I did minor in psychology, and it seems like you fell for Harry and think that’s stupid because of your age, or whatever, and you basically self-sabotaged the whole thing because you were afraid it wouldn’t work out--so you know, you just ruined it before someone or something else could.”
You stared at him, blinked twice and swallowed the bite you’d been chewing.
“But the kicker is that no one knows it wouldn’t work--I mean, weirder shit has happened.”
“Am I....that transparent? How did you--”
“So I’m right?”
“I don’t know--you’re the one who said you minored in psychology!”
He clapped his hands together. “You’re in love with Harry Styles, oh my god.”
“Oh my god.”
“Oh my god!” he stood up. “Are you gonna call him, text him? You need to tell him!”
You shook your head, bursting his bubble with a simple gesture. “I can’t.”
“You can’t? I just dissected your self-sabotaging behavior for you and now you can’t?”
“I don’t know, Tristan, not right now. I can’t just text him and say all of that. Maybe--I don’t know--maybe I’ll talk to him when he brings the girls home or something, I don’t see us having a whole lot of alone time now.”
He patted you on the arm, a silent encouragement when he knew your world was caving in and knew you had no clue how to stop it.
Luckily, Harry pulled into the driveway Friday night and the girls were so excited they bolted out the front door and waited impatiently when you took CeCe’s booster seat out of your car.
He met you in the middle of the gravel, extended a hand to take it from you.
“Thanks,” he said, an awkward smile like suddenly he didn’t even know how to talk to you. “I’ll text you? Have them home by eight?”
You nodded. “Yes, yeah. Thanks.”
CeCe tugged at his arm. “Let’s go! What are we waiting for?”
He looked down at her through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. “We have to put this in, remember? It’s the CeCe seat!”
“Well let’s do it, then! We have to get pizza and also mom said she wouldn't be mad if we had ice cream by the way!” She scurried off to the car but smiled over her shoulder. “Just so you know!”
“I did?”
“You did!” Maeve smiled from the backseat. “I remember.”
Harry looked over to you again, a slight smile when CeCe waited impatiently near the open door to his car. “Maybe just a scoop or two.”
You waved them off, wished that Tristan’s words hadn’t been sewn into your heart the moment they left his mouth. “Okay, alright, just have fun and be safe.”
“Always do, always are,” he nodded.
CeCe watched as he clipped the booster into place. Maeve helped her buckle up and then he climbed back into the driver’s seat. “See you later?”
“I’ll be here.”
They drove off, left you alone in an empty house that felt quiet and sad. You poured a glass of Pinot Grigio and sat by the pool, ate a Lean Cuisine on the couch and checked the time over and over. It crept closer to 8pm and the second glass of wine had you almost convinced that if you kissed Harry he’d kiss you back.
When the girls came tumbling into the house right on time, Harry stood by the door with his hands in his pockets, awkward and hesitant.
CeCe raced Maeve to the backyard, they pushed through the open doors and Maeve did a cartwheel that CeCe rated a solid seven out of ten.
You looked at them in awe, arms crossed over your chest. “What did you do to get Maeve in this good of a mood?”
He smiled sheepishly, looked at them and shook his head. “Just told her that I won’t disappear. She made it Sound like it’s been a rough week.”
You looked away at that, reluctant to admit that everyone’s mood plummeted after he moved out. Instead of replying, you moved towards the kitchen, eager to ease the tension. “Do you want a glass of wine?”
He stood in place, as if his shoes were glued to the hardwood floor or like his limbs were anchored to the earth beneath him. “I, uh, should probably just get going.”
You stopped, turned to see him before you leaned against the counter. “Oh, okay. I mean, I’m inviting you--it doesn’t have to be weird.”
“Y/N, I just think we need space, right? I don’t want--”
“Mommy,” CeCe appeared in the doorway, cheeks flushed and ponytail disheveled. “Can Harry sleep over tonight?”
“CeCe, I told you that was a dumb question,” Maeve ran up behind her.
“--that to happen,” Harry looked back at you. He walked over to the girls and knelt down. “I’ve got to run, early start tomorrow for me, but, we’ll do this again soon, yeah?”
“Next week?” CeCe asked, throwing her arms around his neck.
“Next week sounds great.”
“Okay, love you!” She kissed his cheek and then took off to the swingset. Maeve hugged him as he stood up.
“Love you,” she said it quickly and darted away, like she thought you’d be mad if you heard her.
“Love you guys too,” he said, almost an afterthought when Maeve waved over her shoulder.
You stood there, rejected, and offered him a closed-lip smile. “I guess I’ll text you about next week, then.”
He slipped out the door and his car faded down the street. The girls climbed into your bed that night and Maeve stared up at the ceiling.
CeCe was the first to break the silence when you finished reading her a story.
“Mommy, are you sad like we are about Harry?”
Maeve looked over at you and waited for an answer.
“Sad that he doesn’t live here anymore?”
She nodded, pushed herself into a seated position and watched you with curious eyes.
“A little, yeah. But I think we’ll be okay.”
“It’s not that we’re not okay, mom, you don’t have to keep saying that.”
“Saying what?”
“That we’ll be okay.”
“Well, I know it’s hard to have another person leave, I know we’ve lost a lot this year.”
“I don’t feel like we’re losing Harry. He’s still in here,” CeCe pointed to her heart, smiled at Maeve when you pouted.
“You guys really love him, huh?”
CeCe nodded excitedly. “He’s so funny and nice and he’s good at reading stories.”
“And teaching me guitar, and helping me with homework, and driving me to my friends’ houses.”
You let out a sigh, unwilling to get into the same song and dance you’d been doing with them. You got it, they loved him. They wanted him around and they were sad that he was gone. Instead of trying to talk them out of it or remind them that you could do all of those things, too, you tucked them in and reminded them that you loved them.
But you knew that for them, that wasn’t enough.
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AN: a little shorter but wanted to make sure you all got an update after waiting so patiently :) and just a friendly heads up that chapter 8 will likely be the final chapter!!! So grab your tissues now!
Hahaha so this is a crack fic that is pretty much a written version of a soft dream I had after watching the Grammys. This is my first fic in this fandom, huzzah!
Special thanks to @juniebjoneswrites for encouraging me to post!
Rated T for suggestions of sex and drugs? But not really.
**Warnings: briefest mentions of birth and breastfeeding. **
Word Count: 954
Feedback, likes and reblogs are always welcome!!
He’d fallen asleep awhile ago, but you needed one more hit. That all encompassing love and devotion to this tiny human you’d grown inside of you. That love and protectiveness and ...possessiveness? All of those feelings came from the smell of your tiny son. The same little baby who slept in your arms with the same dreamy smile as his daddy. His daddy, who was just over there, and hadn't yet gotten a hit of this brand new drug. It was hardly fair, since he'd help make him, and sharing is caring, right?
“Harry!” You whisper-shout to your husband, who was asleep in the corner in an uncomfortable looking recliner facing the bed. He could have slept in the cot on the other side of the room, but he insisted saying he couldn’t possibly be that far away from his whole world. He jolts awake, tired eyes scanning the room for the source of whatever problem has caused you to wake him, or better yet, for you to wake at all.He grunts, sitting up, blinking rapidly.
“What? S’a matter? Are you alright? Is the baby-? Do you need a nurse?” He asked, eyes frantically scanning you as you hold your newborn son.
“We’re fine. Come ‘ere.” You whisper softly, trying to soothe him, feeling badly for having woken him up at all. You instantly see him deflate, relief washing over his features in an instant. You beckon him with one finger, and he stumbles sleepily to your hospital bed, and you carefully scoot over, trying not to disturb the tiny sleeping human in your arms. He lets out the softest whimper, and you freeze, scared to even breathe for a moment, but he relaxes back into his quiet slumber. You scoot the rest of the way over, leaving barely enough room for the large man to fit beside you, not that being this close has ever been a problem. Your left hip is wedged uncomfortably against the bed rail, but you needed him close. To share your findings with him.
“Not that I don’t love the two of you more than anyone else in the world, but why are we awake? The nurse said-” He says tiredly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, then carding a hand through his disheveled curls.
“He woke up really briefly. I checked his diaper, and gave him some boob. Went right back to sleep.” You rambled, waving off his concern.
“Then why-” He started, brows furrowing together in confusion.
“Because-Smell. We’ve made the ultimate crack, Harry. Best drug I’ve ever had.” You rush out, not wanting him to interrupt you again. You lift the baby in your arms slightly, shifting him to Harry. He did as you bid, smelling your sons’ head with a smile on his tired face.
“Mmm. Yeah. ‘ve always loved the smell of babies.” He replied softly, the grin deepening, revealing his dimples.
“No. Smell deeper. He’s - the smell. It’s ours. I’ve never felt this way smelling any other baby.” You rush out, eyes pricking with tears because that’s what happened now when you got overly emotional. He obliged again, this time taking a deep inhale right by the baby’s soft tufts of hair.
“You know what? You’re right. It is a special baby smell. Like-” He smells again “ -Makes me feel protective. And - possessive? Like- and he is- he’s mine. He’s ours. I- You did so good, darling.” He says seriously, eyes crinkling around the edges.
“Mmm. Yeah. He is ours” You lean your head on his shoulder, a sleepy smile spreading across your face. You take a moment to admire the absolutely perfect baby in front of you, that the two of you made.”And yeah. We did good.”
“Let’s put him back in the cot, Get some sleep while we can.” He says, standing, and holding his arms out for the baby.
“Alright.” You sigh a bit of a whine in your voice, inhaling the precious scent again before handing him over. Harry holds the little boy like he’s made of glass, even though this is not the first time he’s held him, you watch in awe as this amazing man was reduced to a nervous mess, unsure of every movement. He placed the swaddled baby into the cot, and tucked his cap more snuggly around his head.
“There you go. Sleep tight. I love you, little man.” He cooed softly, fingers lingering on the side of the cot, hesitant to leave his side. He eventually did, and came back to you. You smiled sleepily, and he held you close, leaning halfway onto the bed. He gave your forehead a firm kiss, and breathed your scent in.
“Mmmm. Now that, that smell is my drug of choice.” He said with a rough edge to his voice. You are reduced to a quick giggle, before remembering the sleeping infant in the cot at the foot of the bed, panicking briefly, relieved when the baby doesn’t stir. You inhale his unique smell, as you had plenty of times before, relishing in the musky undertones that were very much Harry.
“And I’m addicted to yours. Love you baby. Now go to your bed, and hopefully tomorrow we’ll be able to sleep in our own bed.”
“Hopefully. M’back really doesn’t like this arrangement.”
“You should sleep on your cot.” You tease lightly, having had this discussion the night before.
“Yeah, yeah. I know. ‘S my back.” He grumbled, heading over to the dreaded recliner. “ Goodnight m’angel. Love you.” He sighed as he sat down, blowing a kiss from his spot.
“Goodnight, lover.” You say as you catch his kiss. You drift off into the short lived sleep of new parents.
Hello, lovely people! This is a little piece that I just wrote on a whim for @tbslenthusiast‘s dadathon! (I’m a little late forgive me) I was feeling really soft and thinking about dad!h and inspiration hit, so here are 3k words of baby Mila and dad!h stealing our hearts. I still have one more dad!h piece in the works but that will be up later on (uni is currently killing me)
Warnings: allusions to infertility
“Oh where is my sweet Mila?”
“Mumma! Mumma!”
With your hands covering your eyes, you move your head around pretending to look for her. You can see her toothy smile through the small gaps between your fingers, her eyes shining brightly under the kitchen lights.
You’ve just fed your daughter her dinner and now you were playing with her, never getting enough of her sweet giggles and pretty smile. After trying for so long, you and Harry were finally blessed with your angel’s arrival almost a year ago. Despite all of the pain and heartbreak you and your husband went through after many failed attempts, it was all worth it when you saw those two pink lines. It was a day you would never forget; the day everything changed.
Your eyes were fixated on the item that has mocked you many times before, making you wait for it on your lowest days before it shattered your hopes bit by bit every time until you had almost given up. You couldn’t count the times you’ve spent silently crying and shaking in your husband’s arms while he held you, whispering comforting words in your ears with a wavering voice. “We’ll be alright. One day we’ll get our little miracle.”
As you stood in the bathroom, your arms wrapped around yourself, you prayed and prayed that this time was it, because you weren’t sure you could handle anymore heartache.
Growing anxious, you glanced at your phone and saw there was a minute and a half left and you decided you couldn’t bear waiting in the bathroom like this. “I need water,” you whisper to yourself, willing your body to move out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen. Your legs moved in a slow manner to the kitchen island where a pitcher of water was sitting. A small smile tugged at your lips as you remembered your husband.
“I don’t understand how you prefer warm water,” he would always tease you, scrunching his face at you as you drank your water, “cold water tastes much better.”
“You know it runs in the family,” you would always say after rolling your eyes at him. Then he would tug you closer and peck your nose, whispering “Just teasin’” with a soft smile.
As you drank, the water soothed your dry throat and you momentarily forgot about what was waiting for you upstairs. You sat the empty glass down and breathed out a deep sigh, shutting your eyes and praying again. All you wanted was to be a mother and give Harry the kids you’ve always dreamed of having, and you were frustrated at your body for constantly disappointing you.
“Not this time, this is it,” you whispered to yourself as you made your way back up, feeling strangely optimistic. Something was telling you this time would be different.
The bathroom seemed daunting and scary as you stepped in, your eyes not daring yet to glance at the counter. The sound of your heartbeat was ringing in your ears, it was all you could hear, and your hands were shaking.
Taking in another deep breath, you finally grabbed one of the blue sticks and willed yourself to look at the results.
Suddenly the world was silent.
Tears quickly welled up in your eyes as you blinked multiple times, trying to figure out if your mind was playing tricks on you or if this was reality.
You quickly grabbed another stick and felt a sob burst out of you, your body sliding down and setting on the cool bathroom tiles.
Two lines.
You couldn’t believe it. This was everything you wanted.
Letting out a relieved breath, you reached up to the counter and frantically looked for your phone, knowing that you had to call him.
“Hey, my love-”
You quickly interrupt your husband, too impatient to let him finish speaking. “H, you need to come home.”
Mistaking the quiver in your voice for distress, your husband’s tone immediately changed into a worried one, “Love, are you okay? What’s happening?”. You could hear some shuffling and whispers in the background, indicating that he was already on the move.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” you tried to reassure him, but you couldn’t stop your body from shaking, this time for a completely different reason. “Just please come home.”
A sigh of relief sounded from the other side of the line. “Thank God. I’m already in the car, hold on for me, okay, darling?”
In the twenty minutes you waited for him, your mind was racing with the thoughts of your baby. You thought about your bump growing bigger and bigger as the months go by. You thought of how Harry would definitely sing your baby to sleep every single night, even if they couldn’t hear him. You thought of how you and Harry would fiercely love and protect this little angel till the day you die.
Your ears suddenly perked up at the sound of the door opening. You hadn’t moved from your position on the bathroom floor, your back leaning against the wall when you heard him call out your name from downstairs.
It didn’t take him long to find you in the bathroom and you were immediately engulfed in his embrace. The familiar scent of his perfume comforted you as his arms tightened around you and you breathed him in, more tears rushing down your cheeks.
After placing a kiss to the side of your head, Harry pulled back to get a clear look at your face. “What’s going on, lovie?” he whispered, thumps gently caressing your tear-stained cheeks.
It was only when you glanced down at your hands that he noticed what you were holding. You felt him stiffen for a second before his gaze shifted back to you, then down to your hands again.
His eyes widen when he sees the two pink lines.
“You… A-are we…”
Harry couldn’t seem to get the words out as he continued looking at you, waiting for a response that would confirm that he wasn’t imagining this.
A smile made its way onto your lips and you merely nodded before you felt his warm hands grab your face and pull you closer, whispering against your lips in disbelief. “We’re gonna be parents.”
Your hands reached up to hold his wrists, reassuringly squeezing him, “We’re gonna be parents, H,” you managed to choke out, “we still need to do a blood test to be sure but they’re all positive.”
Salty kisses were shared as you two held each tightly in the bathroom crying tears of happiness.
“We’re having a baby.”
You heard her giggle once again as you turned your head around again. “Oh where are you, Mila?”
“Mumma!” her tiny hands grabbed at you and you finally dropped your hands down, looking at her with wide eyes.
“There she is! My sweet angel Mila!”
She squealed in delight as you pulled her out of her high chair and closer to you, arms flapping around as she tried to escape your tickles. You pulled her back to look at her and a wide dimpled smile adorned her cheeks. You were so happy that she got Harry’s dimples and you almost cried when she laughed for the first time.
Mila was the perfect mixture of you and Harry. A gorgeous set of chocolate curls rested atop her head matching Harry’s and, while she got his dimples, she got your eyes and nose. As far as you were concerned, she was the most perfect child you’ve ever seen, and your husband agreed.
Her chubby cheeks were tinted pink from laughing so hard and you decided to stop tickling her, opting to give her soft kisses instead.
“Wanna go wait for daddy in the living room?” You ask her as you gently sway her in your arms, despite knowing that she can’t really understand you just yet.
Mila’s eyes lit up at the mention of her father and she instantly yelled “Dada” and thrashed in your arms in excitement. You laughed at her cuteness and tightened your grip, “Okay, baby, let’s go then, Dada should be here any minute now.”
You couldn’t help but remember the first time she called him Dada.
The three of you were in the kitchen. Harry was cooking dinner that night and you were holding Mila in your arms, making silly faces at her to hear her sweet laugh.
The two of you were in your own little world as Harry moved around, the sound of pots clinging sounding like white noise in the background.
“Ahhh boo!”
Mila’s body shook with another laugh, her dimples popping out and you wondered how your heart hasn’t burst from all the love you felt at that moment. Until now, you still couldn’t believe that she really was in your arms and not a figment of your imagination.
“Oi! I’m feeling left out here, stop neglecting me.”
Harry stood with his hands over his hips and a pout on his pink lips. He was wearing a pink apron that said “World’s Best Dad” and you thought he never looked cuter.
Shaking your head at your husband, you turned to Mila and talked in your baby voice. “Oh we’re so sorry, dada, we were just having fun.”
You and Harry were not prepared for what happened next.
“Dada! Dada!”
Mila smiled and looked at them, not realising the impact of her words.
“Did she just call me dada?”
You turned to Harry with wide eyes and you laughed. “She did. Oh my God, she did!”
Harry abandoned whatever he was doing and stood beside you, one of his arms wrapping around Mila. “Say it again, Mils. Say dada.”
You didn’t need to look into Harry’s eyes to know that he was tearing up, his shaky voice giving him away. Mila had only been able to say “Mumma”, which bummed Harry because he wanted to hear his angel call on him.
Mila did not disappoint her father, yelling out “Dada!” and giggling, making Harry hold her close to his chest and smother her with kisses.
Smiling at the memory, you made your way to the living room. You spot Mila’s favourite toy on the floor and bend down to pick it before you settle on the couch, with Mila sitting beside you. She blabbers on as she plays with her toy and you nod your head with a smile, pretending that you perfectly understand what she’s saying.
Mila’s head suddenly turned at the sound of keys jingling, a tell-tale sign that her father was home. You watched as she squealed and loudly repeated “Dada”, your heart warming at the scene and you knew Harry was standing behind the door with a wide smile on his face upon hearing his little angel’s voice.
“Oh, careful there, lovie,” you laugh and reach out to hold her when she started to bounce in excitement, edging closer to the edge of the couch. “Dada’s coming.”
Second later and you were faced with your husband’s bright grin as he closed the door behind him. He was dressed in a pair of light wash jeans and a black hoodie, his feet clad in the same pair of white, now darker, Vans that he insists on wearing all of the time. You can tell he had a long day from how dishevelled his hair was, loose curls dancing around his forehead, but his eyes were still as bright as ever.
Butterflies fluttered in your stomach. Even after years of being together, your heart still soars at the sight of him and love rushes through your veins, taking you back to the time when you first started dating and you realised quickly that he was the only one you could ever be with.
Your love for each other never dwindled, only growing stronger as time goes by and you constantly thank your lucky stars for the life you have. A life full of love.
Standing up with Mila in your arms, you move closer to Harry and he greets you by wrapping his arms around the both of you, just like he does every time he gets home.
“How are my favourite girls doing?” Harry asks in a gentle tone, his eyes full of love at the sight of you two.
“Dada!” Mila grabbed and pulled at his hair, causing Harry to wince for a second before he laughed and took her into his arms. “Missed me then, huh?” He peppers multiple kisses around her face, causing Mila to giggle once more and you can’t help but smile at the two loves of your life.
Placing a final kiss on her forehead, Harry turned to you with a teasing smile, Mila still pulling at his hair. “And you? Have you missed me too?”
I always miss you when you’re not around, you thought to yourself, but instead you jokingly shrug, letting out a “Meh, I guess.”
His jaw dropped in mock offense, but you can see the playful glint in his eyes. “Did you hear that, Mils? Mummy won’t get kisses today because of what she said, you’re the only one that loves me in this house.”
You rolled your eyes at your husband’s theatrics. “Shut up and kiss me, you oof.”
A laugh sounded out of Harry before he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you closer to him, “C’mere.”
You smiled against his soft lips, feeling warmth wash over you from his touch. “I really missed you,” you whispered against his lips, “I always do when you’re not beside me.”
His arm tightens its hold around your body, squeezing you closer. “I know, I don’t like being away from you, either.”
Due to the nature of his job, you and Harry had to deal with being apart as he travelled the world, experiencing numerous tearful goodbyes at airports. But since you became pregnant with Mila, Harry decided that he could not stay away for long periods of time and made sure his schedule always allowed him to be with his family as much as he could. He wouldn’t spend more than two weeks away from you and Mila.
Now he was on a month-long break from his tour because he wanted to spend time with you as Mila’s first birthday was approaching.
“How were your meetings then?” you asked, hand caressing his cheek as you stared into his green eyes that you love so much.
“They went well, just some more details we needed to go over for the tour and some upcoming interviews.” Harry sighed but a small smile remained on his face. “But I’m home now, no one’s gonna bother us for three more weeks and I get to spend all of my time with my lovies.”
You smiled and stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips, feeling him smile. “Good.”
“Oh” The two of you laugh when Mila pushed your face away and wrapped her tiny arms around Harry’s neck (as much as she could).
“Don’t worry, Mils, I’m all yours.”
“Sweet creature, sweet creature, wherever I go, you bring me home.”
You watched as Harry sweetly sang to your baby, who was looking up at him with wide eyes and a precious smile.
The three of you were on your bed, Mila laying on Harry’s chest as he sang to her before sleep, something Harry always did when he was home. It was not surprising that Mila loved her daddy’s voice; Harry never stopped singing to your belly every night when you were pregnant. He would often have conversations with your belly as he laid on his side, caressing the soft skin and placing kisses every now and then.
“Harry, what are you doing?”
He looked at you as if you were being ridiculous. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m talking to our baby.”
You chuckled at his words. You were only two months pregnant and you barely had a bump. “Darling, they’re still very tiny, they can’t hear you.”
“I don’t care,” Harry frowned and laid his head beside your belly. “I’m gonna talk to our baby every day so they would recognise my voice.”
“Hey there, little angel,” he whispered with a smile, causing your heart to melt. “It’s your daddy. Your mummy and I are so excited to meet you, we’ve waited for you for so long.”
Ever since Mila was born, Harry sang to her when she cried and it instantly calmed her down. Your heart swelled at the bond they have. It was very obvious that Mila was a daddy’s girl at heart, and you had absolutely no problem with that.
You simply watched the interaction in front of you, not daring to interrupt their moment as you could see Mila’s eyes slowly fluttering shut.
“You bring me home.”
By the time Harry dragged out the last note, Mila was sound asleep on his chest, her thumb tucked into her mouth. You gently smooth down her curls and rub her back, her sleeping figure warming your heart.
“Isn’t she just perfect?” you whisper, your eyes shifting to meet Harry’s, only to find him already staring at you.
“Just like her mother.” Harry instantly responded, making you blush as he delicately pushed a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You’ve given me a miracle and I could never thank you enough for it.”
Months and months of trying. One failed attempt after the other. Long hours of labour. It all led to the moment you finally held your baby girl, and you would not change a second of it.
“She is our little miracle, isn’t she?”
Hope you guys enjoyed this quick piece, Harry as a dad always melts my heart and I can’t get enough of him!
Also, this is my first time writing in second person so I sincerely apologise if it’s not that good, I’ve always preferred third person but I wanted to give it a try.
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Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: pure fluff
Dinner was just finished and cleaned up. The wonderful roast Anne made was delicious as usual. Now y/n and Harry are sitting on Anne’s back porch swing, Harry’s feet pushing the swing lightly. The warm summer breeze blowing through their hair, the sun setting and casting a golden glow. Her legs were in Harry’s lap, him giving her a much needed foot massage. Harry knows how swollen and sore his wives feet have been due to the extra weight y/n now has.
They reminisce the day they found out that they were expecting. She had been sick a lot, tired all the time, and the major giveaway, she missed her period. Harry had just finished in the studio after a long day. He had come home to a nervous wife sitting on the couch, a blanket covering her lap as she sat criss crossed on the plush couch. She broke out of her gaze when she heard Harry enter the house.
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“Love, ‘m home!” She hears him set his keys in the bowl kept by the front door, then she hears his shoes tap on the ground as his footsteps grow closer. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. They had talked about kids many times, kids being something both of them want in their lives. She often looked out the kitchen window that overlooked their back yard, day dreaming about two little kids running around the garden and giggling as Harry chased them around. He even told her about some day dreams of his own. Told her how he couldn’t wait till they had a baby and how he hoped their children were just like her.
So she wasn’t sure why she was nervous. But she overthinks a lot. So she started thinking about the what if’s. What if he doesn’t want kids anymore? What if he only wants to focus on music? What if he leaves? What if-
“Lovie, what are you thinking about?” He questioned softly as he sat down in front of her on the coffee table, noticing how deep in thought she was, and also noticing how nervous she was which made him nervous as well.
She jumped lightly and looked at him, a small smile forming on her lips before she looked down again. He grabbed her hands, hoping to bring her comfort. She slowly looked up at him before looking at the tv that played her favorite childhood movie.
“I always loved this movie when I was a kid, was m’favorite,” he turned around and looked at the movie, smiling when he saw what is was and remembering all the pictures your mum showed him with you dressed up as the main character. “I wonder what our babies favorite movie will be.” She whispered, reaching under and a pillow and pulling out the test. Harry didn’t notice her movements because he was still looking into her eyes, trying to process what she just said. His eyes were bright, and wide. Excitement filling them. Her eyes glossed over when she saw how happy he was.
“Your- your?” She nodded, handing him the test. A smile is on both of their faces, a tear dropping down her cheek and he is quick to wipe it off. Suddenly he quickly hovers over her while quickly laying her down. He begins pressing kisses all over he face before she can even blink and the sensation makes her giggle. “We’re gonna be parents, lovie.” He whispers after finally pressing a kiss on her lips. She laughs lightly through her tears. She was ecstatic to see him so happy. All her nerves washed away when she saw the look in his eyes eyes. He kisses her on the lips once more, this time lingering longer before he moves down to rest over her stomach, pulling her shirt up to expose her skin, even though he knows she isn’t showing yet.
“What are you doing?” She giggles, feeling his lips leave kisses all over her skin.
“‘M bout to have a conversation with our child.” He says, trying to be serious but failing when she feels him smile against her skin. “‘Lo little one, daddy is so very excited right now because your mum just told me the best news. ‘M very excited to meet you, we have awhile to wait, yeah? So ‘m gonna probably annoy your mumma and you with how much I will be talking to yeh for the next nine months.” Y/n giggles and runs her fingers through his hair, shaking her head at him.
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“Tha’ was a great day.” She agrees and pulls her feet off his lap, moving to give him a kiss. He hums from the feeling and Anne’s playlist starts to play loudly from the kitchen as she bakes cookies, kicking y/n and Harry out, saying they need all the relaxing they can get before her grand baby gets here.
Harry pulls back from the kiss and stands, holding his hand out to her. She had an eyebrow raised as she smiles at him, knowing his intentions.
“Dance with me?” He questions, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Would love to Mr.Styles, but your gonna have to give me your other hand if you want me to stand, baby Styles is getting big.” He chuckles and helps her out of the seat, remembering the times she would whine when she couldn’t get off the couch and would have her lip in a pout when she asked him for help.
Harry guides her down the stairs, making sure she doesn’t somehow slip. Once they land on the grass y/n sighs. Her toes curl into the earth, and she smiles lightly, the feeling of grass between her toes making her feel like a little kid again.
Once they stop in the grass Harry’s arms goes around her waist, his hands resting on her hips. Her arms goes around his neck and she lays her head on his chest, her round bump pressed against Harry’s chest. Harry starts humming as he sways them from side to side, the sweet voice of Etta James flowing through the open windows. Y/n chuckles when she feels a kick against her, their daughter excited to hear her dad.
“I’m gonna miss feeling her kicks when she’s here.” Harry whispers, the moment feeling to blissful to speak anymore than a whisper. His right hand moves to rest on her bump, rubbing circles on her round stomach and feeling the light kicks. His head rests on her forehead when she moves hers to look down at her stomach.
“They do hurt sometimes, but I think I will too.” She admits at the same volume of Harry. “I remember the first time she kicked. We were at your last show and I was off to the side of the stage. I was just watching you sing and all the sudden I felt her kick. I thought I was going into labor!” Harry chuckles lightly, remembering the day well and how concerned he was to see her with her hand on her stomach, a concentrated and confused look on her stomach.
“Wha’s wrong love?” He questions, walking up to her quickly. She looks up at him and starts to smile at him.
“I think she just kicked!” She says cheerfully, wiping his worries away.
“No way!” He says, his mouth open a little bit in excitement and shock. She quickly puts his hand on her stomach, Harry’s mouth dropping more when he feels her kick. Harry’s band joins them and he tells them the news. A few of them feeling the kicks, Sarah telling y/n how excited she is.
“Can’t believe she’s gonna be ‘ere soon. I already don’t wan her to grow up and she’s not even ‘ere yet.” Harry pouts making y/n shake her head and smile at him.
“Your gonna go crazy when she has her first crush.” Harry gets a look of distaste on his face, shaking his head.
“Don’t wanna even think abou’ tha’.” He says lowly, shaking his head. Y/n laughs at him and kisses his cheek. They continue to sway for a little bit, reminiscing memories from over the years. The crickets aren’t to loud, and the late summer day breeze cools their skin. They are laughing when y/n gasps all of the sudden. Her hands move from around his neck to the underside of her stomach. Her face scrunches in pain and Harry’s face drops, looking concerned.
“H, my water just broke.” She says, not sounding too concerned.
“Shit, ok, ‘s alright love. The bags are all in the car. Are you sure you haven’t peed yourself?” He questions, wanting to make sure it is actually go time before her gets even more nervous.
“Yes I’m sure I haven’t peed myself.” She grumbles, shaking her head lightly.
“Let’s go inside and grab your shoes so we can go and meet our daughter, love.” she nods and he moves to help her walk the short distance before he speaks up again.
“I need to change out of my dress first. ‘M not sitting in your car in a wet dress.” He nods and they open the back door. Anne looks over and smiles at them before her face drops when she realizes what’s happening.
“Oh my gosh, ‘s really happenin’!” Harry gives her a nervous smile, as well as y/n before she squeezes Harry’s hand and whimpers quietly.
“We gotta go. I’ll call you soon!” Harry promises, ushering y/n into the guest bedroom downstairs. He refused to let her walk up the stairs to get to his childhood bedroom, telling her if he didn’t want her doing it at home nothing is changing here. She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness but is silently thanking him now since she doesn’t have to go upstairs to change.
Once they get into their room he quickly goes over to their luggage, asking her what she wants.
“One of your shirts, underwear, and leggings please.” He nods and digs the items out of their bags. Once he has it all he helps her get out of her dress and underwear. He slides his old dreamboat shirt over her. Then he leans down and helps her step into her underwear then her maternity leggings. She has a few contractions during the process, hissing and holding Harry tighter as he talks her through it. She thanks him with a kiss before pulling back.
“Let’s go do this Mrs. Styles.” She smiles and nods, following Harry as he helps her out of the room and to the car. Harry speeds as carefully as he can to get them their faster. He has his hand in hers, running his thumb over her skin comfortingly.
“It didn’t hurt that much at first, but ‘s definitely starting too.” She admits, throwing her head back with closed eyes when she gets a strong contracting.
“‘M sorry sweetheart, I wish I could take the pain from you.” He hates seeing her in pain, but he especially hates when their is nothing he can do to help her.
He pulls into the hospitals car park, driving up to the emergency lane. He parks his car and shuts it off, not caring it’s in the way at the moment. Someone can move it. His main concern is his wife who is having another painful contraction, now two minutes apart.
“‘S alright, pet. Breathe with me.” He inhales deeply and she follows. He breathes out and her eyes flutter closed as she repeats his actions, feeling the tiniest bit better after her contraction.
Helps her out of the car and into the hospital, telling the nurse. She gets them a wheelchair and wheels y/n to a small room. She checks her vitals, asks a few questions, and hooks her up to a few machines after y/n changes into a gown, before leaving the two, soon to be three. She tells them the doctor will be in shortly, and true to her word their doctor walks in with a smile on her face.
“Hello Mr. and Mrs.Styles.” She greets before washing her hands. Her and Harry reply back before she starts speaking again. “I’m going to check your dilation and we’ll see if you guys are gonna be parents today. You may feel some discomfort.” Y/n nods at her and Harry distracts her as Dr.Anderson checks y/n. Once Dr.Anderson is done she looks up at them with a smile.
“We’re going to move you up to your room soon Mrs.Styles, you are six centimeters dilated.” Their smiles widen impossibly more when it’s confirmed that this is for real this time and not like when she hair Braxton hicks a few weeks ago.
Suddenly a few nurses come in and explain to her what they are doing as they prepare to move her. She gets an IV in before harry helps her stand, she holds onto him and has the IV drip stand in her right hand as she walks. The nurse stops in front of the door and opens it for them.
Their is a couch on the wall straight ahead, a floor to ceiling window making up most of the wall that overlooks the city. The clear bassinet is next to the bigger one for when she arrives. A bathroom is on the left as soon as you walk in. When you walk in further you see the bed.
Harry helps her into the bed They put a band around her stomach that tracks the baby’s vitals and her contractions. Once the last nurse has left after coming back with ice chips for y/n, and fuzzy socks on her feet, Harry crawls into the uncomfortable hospital bed next to her. She puts her head on his shoulder, his cheek laying on top of her head, and his arm goes around to rest on her bump.
“I text mum and asked her to call your parents for us, she said they would be here soon. Gemma should be up here soon, she moved my car fo’ me and got our bags.” Y/n nods and yawns, already tired from the day and the pain she feels every two or three minutes. “Why don’t you try and get some sleep now, I’ll move to the chair.” She shakes her head at him, not letting him stand up.
“Don’t go, I don’t want you to move.” He kisses her forehead before he readjusts in the bed, and makes sure she is comfy. His fingers comb through her hair. She puts her hands on her bump, her eyes fluttering closed. She has one more painful contraction before she falls asleep, she’s thankful for the medication she got for her contractions or else she doesn’t think she would’ve fallen asleep.
Harry smiles when he hears her snore lightly into his neck, he moved the bed back per her requests so she could have her arm around his stomach and her face in his neck, her favorite sleeping position. His fingers rub into her back to try and help soothe some of her back pain she always pouted at Harry about. While she sleeps he quickly texts his bandmates and updates them. Not long after he puts his phone up and refocuses on whatever movie was playing on the TV, he hears a knock before Gemma comes into view, smiling at him.
“Hi, Gem.” He says quietly a she looks at y/n, noticing she is sleeping. She sits in the chair next to the bed before answering him.
“Hey, H. How is she?” She questions, looking at y/n again and smiling at how she has fallen asleep.
“Tired, but good. Hoping she’s here soon so she’s not in pain much longer.” Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of y/n as he speaks, watching her face for any signs of discomfort.
“Can’t wait for her to be here so I can finally be an aunt.” Harry smiles and looks at her.
“Can’t wait for her to be here so I can finally be a dad.” They talk for awhile longer, Anne and y/n’s parents joining them, Harry’s dad waiting till she arrives to come since he lives further away. Y/n wakes up an hour later and joins the conversation. They all leave not long after she wakes up, y/n’s pain rising and the night passing by quickly. Gemma reminds Harry to call her once she’s almost here a million times so he will remember and she hugs y/n and wishes her good luck with a kiss on her cheek before leaving, everyone else doing the same. Y/n’s mom gives her extra hugs and cheek kisses, hugging her ‘little girl’ with teary eyes.
After they leave y/n stands from the bed, wanting to walk around the room and go on the yoga ball for a little bit to hopefully speed it up some. A few hours pass of her rotating between bouncing on the ball and walking around the room. Now her cheek is resting against Harry’s chest, listening to his calming heart beat as he sways them back and forth, rubbing her back to alleviate some pain. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail to help cool her off and get her hair out of her face. Their swaying reminds her of earlier in the night when they were at Anne’s doing the same thing. Y/n feels a pressure in her lower region and it makes her groan into Harry’s chest.
“I need to start pushing Harry, like ASAP.” She tells him making him freeze for a second before he is nodding and helping her sit back down on the bed. She pushes the call button and a nurse comes in. Y/n informs her of what she is feeling and the nurse pages the doctor. Her dr comes in and asks her a few questions while washing her hands and putting gloves on before she checks her dilation once more.
“Your ten centimeters now, y/n. It’s time to start pushing.” She tells her, smiling at her comfortingly seeing how nervous she got. More nurses come in and start to get the bed ready, the babies bed ready, and the other things needed. While they do so the couple pays no mind to what’s going on around them. Harry has her hand in his, kissing her knuckles as his eyes get glossy.
“Your gonna do so good, love. ‘M right here, you can squeeze m’hand as much as yeh want.” She chuckles and smiles at him before leaving a quick kiss to his lips before Dr.Anderson instructs her to move her legs to the stirrups. She does as said and notices all the nurses in place for her to start pushing.
“Whenever you’re ready, y/n.” Her doctor tells her. Y/n takes a deep breathe before telling her she is ready. “On the count of three I want you to start pushing, alright?” She nods and listens as she counts down before she starts to push. Harry is instructed to hold her leg and he does so, y/n crushes his hand as she pushes, but Harry says nothing and encourages her. She falls back when she’s done, her chest rising and falling faster. She continues to push and her face gets more sweaty as her lower region feels like it’s on fire. She starts to fuss at Harry for touching her, and getting her pregnant.
“You’re a prick, you know that?” She tells him, only so they can hear. “‘M not letting you knock me up again. This shit hurts.” Harry chuckles at her and kisses her sweaty forehead.
“Well see about that sweetheart, your to irresistible, and I love seeing you pregnant.” She huffs and rolls her eyes, going back to pushing.
“One more y/n, I can see the head.” With Dr.Andersons words y/n feels the overwhelming urge to cry knowing with just one more push her baby will finally be here after almost nine month.
“Hear that, love? You’re gonna be a mum soon.” He smiles at her with teary eyes as the arrival of their daughter comes closer. Her eyes are glossy as well as she looks at him, his hand rubs her hair off her sweaty forehead. “One more, tha’s it, babe, then little lovie is here. You got this. Put all your anger that you have towards me for getting yeh knocked up and making you feel this pain and push, baby. Break m’fuckin’ hand.” He whispers in her ear, encouraging her. She nods at him and that seems to give her the motivation she needs as she pushes one more time.
It feels like it happens in slow motion when their precious little girls cries pierce the air for the first time after Harry cuts her umbilical cord while staring at her in awe. Her little lungs giving all the got as she cry’s before laying on y/n’s, now bare chest due to her gown being rolled down, as the nurses clean her. Y/n cries as she looks at her little girl, greeting her as she stares at her mum with wide eyes and resting her index finger on her little chin before she looks at Harry.
“You’re a dad now, H.” She tells him with a broken voice as her emotions flow over her like a tsunami. He smashes his lips against hers quickly, the tears on his cheeks mixing with hers, before he looks back at his daughter, moving his hand to grab her tiny fist. She grasps on to his finger and at the moment he was sure he was done for. His heart had never felt so full, he couldn’t be more in love with his little family. His little love looks at him with wide eyes as she blinks slowly, her eyes a blue green color.
“Scarlett Renee Styles.” Harry whispers with a smile on his face. “She’s got quite a bit of hair, ay?” Y/n nods and hums in agreement.
“She better, I had too much heartburn for her not to.” She laughs lightly, neither of their gazes leaving their little bundle of joy.
The nurse takes her from y/n to clean her up while y/n does. Harry kisses y/n’s forehead once more and whispers ‘I love you’ before following the nurse that his his world in her hands.
She lays her down in the bassinet and wipes her off some more. She then puts a diaper on her before she listens to her heartbeat, takes her weight, and measure her. She cries as the nurse does this and Harry frowns, wanting to pick her up and protect her from the nurse. He makes sure to take some photos.
Once she is swaddled and warm, a baby pink hat on her head, the nurse picks her up and hands her to Harry. Harry nervously takes her and when she is rested in his arms he feels like he could melt.
“‘S alright little lovie, Daddys right here.” He whispers to her, walking her over to y/n whom is talking to Dr.Anderson now that she is done cleaning her up. She talks to her about feeding and Harry frowns when he hears he has to give Scarlett to y/n to feed, he wants to hold her forever.
But he giver his little girl over and y/n coos at her when she’s in her arms, moving her gown off her shoulder again. Dr.Anderson guides her through it and soon Scarlett is having her first feed. The dr leaves soon after, making sure they are set for a bit. Harry sits next to y/n, watching Scarlett as she feeds and having not listened to anything Dr.Anderson has said, too entranced by his daughter as she watches her mom with wide eyes, recognizing her voice as she talks.
“We make pretty cute babies.” Harry says as y/n leans back to get comfortable. She hums in agreement and keeps her eyes on her little one, her index fingers caressing her small and soft cheek. “You sure you don’t want more love?”
“Maybe a few.” She whispers and Harry chuckles.
“Though’ you didn’t want anymo’?” Harry questions knowingly and teasingly. Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and flicks him making him yelp. “‘S not very nice to tease yeh husband, and now baby daddy, babe.” He pouts.
“Didn’t know I had two babies.” Harry huffs and she chuckles while patting his cheek. Once Scarlett is done feeding Harry leaves the room to get everyone from the waiting room. They stand up quickly and he smiles at them.
“‘S a girl.” They all cheer, congratulating him, and hugging him quickly before hurrying to go see the little one. Once they enter the room the girls gasp when they see y/n and baby Scar on her chest, unswaddled now but the blanket still covers her. She has pantone pink legless sleeper on, with matching socks and hat, white mittens on her hands. She lays on y/n’s chest, right over her heart, asleep. Harry moves back to his spot next to y/n, watching her swaddle Scarlett and answers their questions. Anne holds Scarlett first, looking down at her with glossy eyes.
Y/n leans back on Harry’s chest, his arm going around her, now empty, stomach. They all compliment her as each get their turn to hold her. The new parents watch with tired smiles on their faces as they admire her. Y/n turns and looks at him, noticing him pouting as he looks at them. He grumbles when Scarlett gets passed to Gemma, Gemma gladly taking her with a smile on her face.
“Was wrong, h?” Y/n questions, already knowing the look on his face.
“Want m’baby back.” He grumbles, his gaze never leaving Scarlett. She chuckles and pats his cheek lightly as he looks at her.
“We have our how life with her, bubs. ‘S ok.” He lets out a large breath and looks back at his daughter quickly before looking at y/n.
“‘S not enough time still.” She smiles up at him fondly and kisses her cheek before turning to look at her mom who starts telling Harry how much she looks like him.
“Can’t believe my baby has a baby.” Anne whispers to Harry as she hugs him goodbye. Y/n’s parents and Gemma left a few minutes ago and now Anne is saying her goodbyes. After she hugs Harry she moves over to y/n.
“So proud of you sweetheart, thank your for everything you have done for my son.” They talk for a few more minutes and kisses their heads once more before leaving.
Y/n falls asleep shortly after Harry turns the lights off and plays one of their favorite movies. Scarlett hasn’t left the comfort of his arms since he got her back from everyone.
Harry sits on the couch with Scarlett in his arms. He admires her in the golden glow the rising sun is casting throw the sheer curtains.
“Yer daddy’s little princess, ya know that? I’d do anything for you. Yer the pretties girl ‘ve ever seen, your mum tying with you. ‘M so proud of your mum. She’s so strong, I know daddy couldn’t do that.” She seems to find his words funny as her lips twitch into a small smile. “‘M gonna protect you, love you, and teach you everything you need to know. I already love you s’much, and I know yer mum does too. May even love you more than me, but that’s ok, I don’t blame her.” He smiles down at her, his eyes dropping more and more so he puts her in her bassinet. Wheeling her close to the bed before he climbs in next to y/n. Her head lays on his chest and her arm goes around his stomach.
“I love you so much, thank you for give me a family, lovie.” He whispers, kissing her temple. She smiles sleepily against his chest.
“Love you too, H.” She whispers as her eyes close again. Harry smiles and lets sleep over take him after one last peek at his sleeping little girl.
