“The day I met you I knew I would be in your life for the rest of mine. My job is nothing but adrenaline but I have never felt as high as when I’m in your arms. Will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
. . .just how fast the night changes »
The first thing Harry saw when his eyes adjusted was Y/n standing at the barricade with a pregnancy test in hand. He ran to her, delicately cupped her smiling face, "Are you pregnant?"
I literally can't watch Silverstone alone so if anyone wants to start a group chat or something please reach out. Do you know what it's like?? Explaining F1 and watching at 8 in the morning? Alone!
Harry Styles and Y/n Lane-Styles Take a Couples Quiz | GQ Sports
umm this is a lot of dialogue and i don't know if you have seen the videos but it's two people facing each other in armchairs in an empty room so...enjoy
Harry settles into his seat across from his wife, “I hate to say this but I’m going to win.”
“You don’t hate to say it but why are you so confident?”
He smirks, “Because I always do.”
She rolls her eyes, “Can we start now?”
“Yeah sure. I’m Harry Styles.”
“I’m Y/n Lane-Styles. And we are taking the GQ Couples Quiz.”
“Okay, ladies first," she readies the cards between her fingers. “What is my shoe size?” Harry says her shoe size confidently.
“Okay, that’s a point. What was our first date?" They stare at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“I took you to the most exclusive restaurant in London but before that I picked you up at your flat and—”
He laughs as his wife covers her face with her hands in embarrassment.
“You were wearing a McLaren sweatshirt. I think you had forgotten that I we were going out. You took one look at me and her mouth popped open.”
“You were wearing that black suit with the silk grey button down. I could have eaten you." She admits, crossing one leg over the other.
He winks at her. “Then you scurried upstairs. You wore this floral dress it was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. . . until I saw you in your wedding dress.”
She looks down, smiling fondly. She remembers the night. She had confused the time and thought they were going out the next day.
“Oh, and after we finished I leaned over and said—”
In unison, they recount the memory, “Do you want to go get McDonald’s?”
“The portions were so tiny,” she says before clearing her throat. “Moving on: What's on my bucket list?”
Harry drags a finger over his chin, “Visit an active volcano?”
“You really don’t know?” Eager.
“I can’t pinpoint one thing.”
“I want to crochet a blanket.”
“Huh?”
“I’ve been everywhere. I’ve seen virtually everything I want to see but now I want to sit at home and crochet a blanket.”
“Shall I buy you a rocking chair as well?” She throws the card at him, he catches it in midair, still laughing at his little quip.
"Why did I become a rocket scientist?"
"Star Wars," Harry replies instantly.
A producer questions, "Is he serious?"
"Yes," Harry answers for her, "she still wants to go to Tatooine."
“Correct! What is my favorite part of my job?"
“The rocket science or your current job?”
“My current one.”
“Okay uh,” he pauses to think, “traveling.”
“No.”
“Fixing a problem? Being in charge?”
"What am I? A meglomaniac?"
Harry shrugs.
“No, it’s being able to work with you," she says like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
“Ah," Harry blushes, "shutup.”
"No," she giggles, "What is the first race of yours I went to?"
"Um, Bahrain."
"Wrong! I'm so gonna win this."
"If it wasn't Bahrain when was it?"
"I went before I got a contract." She offers but Harry's expression is blank. She continues, "In Mexico City. When you won and it gave you a chance at getting the championship. The celebrations, the confetti, the fireworks, I wanted to be apart of that."
"Yeah, that was a difficult season. It was the toughest championship fight I've had. But when you came it changed the game." He leans over to give her a fist bump which starts a very involved handshake.
"Final question. What is my biggest accomplishment?"
"Can I name two?"
She considers for a moment, "I'll allow it."
"Okay, I think the most obvious is your first Constructor's Championship."
"Yeah," she smiles, thinking of the fondly on the memory. "And the second one?"
"Not second but less obvious: your doctorate."
"Yes!" she looks into he camera, "And I want to make this clear right now. People always want to know why I decided to hyphenate my name. Because on my degree it says Ph. D. Lane! Not Styles."
In his camera Harry says, "Period."
Harry has the cards, "It's my turn, now." He follows it up with a little evil laugh. "When did I start racing?"
"You started karting at 10."
"I was a late bloomer," he continues, "Oo. How many tattoos do I have and what are they?"
"No," she says immediately. Harry laughs loudly as she lets out a little chuckle.
"Are you serious?"
"You don't even know how many tattoos you have!"
"Okay then what about my favorite?"
"Uh, I hope it's the tattoo you have for me."
"It is," the camera zooms in where a sweet pea flower is inked on his neck. The stem folds out into her name in delicate cursive.
“What is my favorite Grand Prix other than Silverstone?”
“Singapore,” she answers easily.
“Yes. I am a big fan of night races,” he says shuffling the cards. “What is my hidden talent?”
“Oo I’v been waiting for this one,” she claps her hands together, “Harry has the most amazing singing voice.”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“I know so! And he writes these little songs. What’s the one? The one I like ‘If I was a blue bird I would fly to you…’
He joins in, “You’d be the spoon. Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you.”
She raises an eyebrow, “Are you going to tell me that isn’t your hidden talent?”
He shakes his head, “No. What non-F1 achievement am I most proud of?”
“It has to be being knighted. Like come on. The queen!”
"Wrong. It's marrying you."
“Harry,” she says tight lipped and reproachful.
“What?” he says innocently or rather oblivious.
“You can’t use our marriage to get a point.”
“I’m not,” he leans closer to and his green eyes lock on hers so she can see how serious he is. He reaches out to take her hand, “Marrying you is the single best thing I have ever done. This relationship means everything to me.”
She smacks her lips together while simultaneously wiping away a tear. "Oh whatever, do the next question."
"What is my favorite television show?"
"Rupaul's Drag Race,” her tears are now caused by laughter.
"Yeah, she's right. I was at home with a busted leg and I was looking up racing and I clicked on it. I knew pretty quickly that it wasn't actual racing but I got sucked in. Do I have a pre-race superstition?"
"I don't think you have one. Or one I'm not aware of," a thought strikes her, "Oo wait, you used to do pushups and you can only drink a certain kind of water before and during races."
"No, I don't do that anymore."
"Damnit!,” she’s upset she lost another point, “Then what is it?”
“You have to kiss my helmet before I race.”
“Can you stop? None of my answers were this mushy and you are making me look bad.”
He shakes his head, “What's my biggest career accomplishment?”
"This one is obvious: your first championship."
His face twist. Her eyes widen before they narrow. “Don’t. Even.”
“It was—”
“Shut up Harry Edward Styles! You won’t do this again! You can’t say something sappy that won’t allow me to get the point.”
“Okay,” he puts his hands up, “I’ll give you another chance.”
“Hmm,” she taps her chin. “What would I say as a man who wants to get laid? Championship six!”
He nods and she does a happy dance in her chair. "The grid was the most competitive it had ever been. They saw what we were able to do the previous year with you and stepped up their game," he explains. "It was very difficult championship but we accomplished it together."
“I think I have a crush on you, Styles.”
He grins, “What is something not everyone knows about me?”
"No one can Google how many languages you know. You’re fluent in like what? five languages?”
“No, I’m not completely fluent. I just know enough to curse Toto (German) out in his native language. l know enough to curse Benitto (Italian) out in his native language. I know plenty of Spanish so I can have a conversation with Checo and Carlos. Those are cool dudes. And I’m working on knowing enough Dutch to curse Max out.”
“I think Max is fine with you cursing him out in English.”
“But I’m not fine with that.” He turns to the camera. “So, who won?”
hii, just wanted to say that whatever you do with f1!harry universe pls don’t end it. I love it so much even when I have no idea about the f1 and have never seen a whole race. I wish I could contribute with ideas or something for you to write but as I said my knowledge is null and I’m not creative but I love them, thank you for sharing 💕💕
I--thank you so much!! words cannot express how much I appreciate this and you 💜
