Harry, a private billionaire and devoted father, hires Y/N as his son's nanny. Her kindness stirs unexpected feelings. Will love overcome his guarded life, a jealous girlfriend, and the mystery of Oliver's mother?
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Y/N and Delilah's relationship had once been close and unstrained. They shared a tight bond growing up, and even when Y/N went off to college, they remained connected. Y/N would frequently pick up Delilah, and they would spend time together in the city, especially when Elizabeth, their mother, was occupied. However, the dynamics shifted dramatically during a Christmas break when Y/N stayed over for the holidays.
On a particular day, Y/N woke up later than usual, unconcerned due to being on vacation. Initially, the house felt empty, with her mother leaving a note in the kitchen explaining that she had gone out to handle something at the office. The note also requested Y/N to wake up Delilah if she was still in bed and to start defrosting the chicken for Christmas dinner.
She followed her words with precision, fetching the chicken and arranging it on a tray before ascending the stairs to awaken Delilah. As she approached Delilah's door down the hallway, the sound of giggling reached her ears, indicating that Delilah was already awake. Nonetheless, Y/N proceeded to enter her room. Since childhood, it had been a customary practice for either of them to join the other in bed upon waking, sharing a moment to cuddle and watch a show.
However, everything took a stark turn when Y/N walked into Delilah's room only to find her engaged in drug use with her boyfriend. It wasn’t marijuana, but Y/N could tell that they were doing pills and cocaine for the tiny residue of white powder on her nightstand.
Y/N was furious, unable to believe what her eyes had witnessed. Swiftly, she ushered Delilah's boyfriend out of the house, delivering stern words to her sister. Despite Y/N's attempt to approach the situation with politeness and understanding, Delilah's primary concern was the potential revelation to their mother. It was clear – Y/N had to inform their mother, Elizabeth, to put a stop to the escalating situation.
Without a second thought, Y/N disclosed everything when her mother arrived through the front door. However, Elizabeth's unexpected reaction caught Y/N off guard. She vehemently denied every allegation, as if she had witnessed the entire incident firsthand.
In a state of denial, Elizabeth refused to believe Y/N's account. To her, Delilah, though not perfect, had been raised in the same manner as Y/N. The accusations seemed like a fabrication.
As tensions escalated with everyone shouting, Y/N pointed out that Elizabeth's leniency toward Delilah was a ticking time bomb. This declaration led to Y/N being expelled from the house, a decision she agreed with for the best.
Months later, Elizabeth received a call from the school reporting that Delilah had passed out due to drugs found in her system. Faced with the possibility of her daughter being expelled and the embarrassment of a doctor's visit, Elizabeth took drastic measures. She forbade Delilah from seeing her boyfriend and imposed stricter rules.
"You get to live here with your boyfriend while I'm not allowed to see mine. How is that fair?" Delilah cried in front of both her mother and sister.
"My boyfriend doesn't use drugs, Delilah. It's as simple as that," she calmly stated, her hands gently caressing her tummy.
"That's bullshit! I should have a say in who I can date or not. Both of you are just assholes," she shouted, tears streaming down her face. Elizabeth, about to respond, was interrupted by Y/N, who pressed her hand against Delilah's shoulder.
"Calm down. This isn't your home and stop yelling at us. When you turn eighteen, you are free to do whatever you please. If you want to leave home and move in with him, then go ahead; we won't stop you. You are still seventeen and under Mom's guardianship. Grow up," Y/N dryly said, tired of the conversation already. She felt like she was talking to a wall.
"Now, go to sleep," Elizabeth added, earning a slamming door to their faces. "I am sorry," she apologized. "I didn't mean to cause trouble or bring it into your home."
"Mom, this has nothing to do with you. She is just being a brat. Eventually, she'll realize that what we did was just to help her and with the best intentions." Elizabeth nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. She felt embarrassed, and it was a relief to finally have someone on her side after more than a year of constant struggle. "Now, get some sleep. I love you," Y/N smiled, kissing the top of her head.
The journey to Anguilla proved to be quite arduous, especially for Y/N, who, being pregnant, found the nearly five-hour flight exceptionally uncomfortable. However, as soon as they set foot on Anguilla, the exhaustion seemed to dissipate in the face of the island's breathtaking beauty.
Anguilla, cradled in the warm embrace of the Eastern Caribbean, mesmerized with its awe-inspiring charm. Endless stretches of pristine white-sand beaches unfolded, caressed by the gentle touch of the turquoise Caribbean Sea. Palms swayed gracefully in the balmy breeze, orchestrating a natural symphony in the serene surroundings. Beneath the crystal-clear waters, vibrant coral reefs beckoned for exploration, revealing a mesmerizing array of marine life. Quaint villages dotted the landscape, their colorful buildings adorned with bougainvillea, creating a postcard-worthy scene against the azure sky.
Y/N successfully persuaded Harry to opt for a resort instead of renting out an extravagant mansion for their week-long babymoon. She even convinced him to choose a regular suite over a presidential one. Initially resistant, Harry relented when Y/N expressed her desire for a tranquil and ordinary babymoon, and he, in his eagerness to give her the world, agreed to her wishes.
"Thank you for choosing to stay with us, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. We're delighted to have you here, and we hope you thoroughly enjoy your time," the receptionist warmly greeted them, handing over their electronic keys. Harry offered a quiet acknowledgment before intertwining their hands, leading Y/N towards the elevators.
As the elevator doors closed, sealing them in a private moment, Y/N couldn't help but question the unexpected title bestowed upon her. "Mrs. Styles? Really?" she queried, her curiosity peeking through. It marked the first time she had been addressed as such, and she pondered whether it was a deliberate decision by the receptionist or an innocent oversight. The realization struck her—she liked the sound of it, even though they weren't married or engaged. It carried a certain charm that resonated within her.
"What?" Harry responded, arching his eyebrow with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. A nonchalant shrug followed. "I didn't feel like correcting the man. He was just doing his job."
Y/N couldn't help but tease him, "You usually love correcting people. What's different about this scene?" Harry chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Was it intentional or a mistake?"
"Don't worry about it," Harry reassured her, sealing his response with a kiss on the top of her head and a brief peck on her lips just as the elevator doors opened to reveal their floor. "I'm starving. Let's grab some food and head to the beach."
After a quick shower to refresh themselves, Y/N and Harry headed down to the restaurant. Y/N had chosen a white bikini beneath a sandy-colored beach dress, her hair pulled up into a bun to combat the effects of the hot weather. Harry opted for a loose button-down shirt and swim trunks.
As they settled at a table overlooking the ocean, the cool breeze from the sea kept them refreshed. Y/N perused the menu, sharing, "I'm craving a cold fruity drink. The Benedict eggs sound good." When met with silence, she looked up to find Harry gazing at her with an affectionate expression.
"What?" she inquired, lifting her sunglasses so their eyes could connect.
"Nothing. I just love you endlessly," Harry confessed, his gaze lingering. "And you're glowing with your pregnancy."
Nervously, Y/N ran a hand across her pregnant tummy, savoring the habitual connection with her unborn daughter. The gentle movements beneath her fingers served as a comforting anchor, grounding her in the reality of impending motherhood. The uncertainty of what kind of parent she would be lingered in her thoughts. Y/N desired a close relationship with her daughter yet also envisioned instilling the same discipline her father, Harry, embodied.
"I'm nervous. What if she doesn't like me?" Y/N candidly shared her doubts. "What if she hates me and dreads coming home for the holidays because she can't stand me?"
"Darlin', she hasn't even been born. I'm sure she's going to love you just like Oliver does," Harry reassured, a warm smile lighting up his face. "And trust me, nothing can be worse than my parents, and you're nothing like them." He chuckled, attempting to alleviate her concerns with humor.
Before Y/N could utter a word, a disinterested waitress approached to take their order.
"Room number?" The young woman mechanically recited; her lack of enthusiasm evident. Harry exchanged a glance with Y/N, both sensing her disinterest, though neither chose to comment.
"805," Harry replied, "We'd like one watermelon juice, one mango juice, eggs benedict, and French toasts, please."
The waitress, seemingly uninterested until now, finally glanced up from her notepad as she reached for the menus. It was at that moment she noticed Harry.
"Oh, hi!" she exclaimed, instantly drawn to his charm. Harry, unaware of her attraction, offered a kind smile. "Would you like the juices turned into cocktails?"
"I wouldn't," Y/N interjected, feeling uncomfortable with the waitress's persistent gaze.
"Neither would I. I'll be supportive of you," Harry added, emphasizing his decision not to drink in solidarity with Y/N during her pregnancy. He wanted to ensure she didn't feel left out when others enjoyed a drink by the beach.
"Supporting who?" The waitress bluntly asked, catching the couple off guard with her straightforwardness.
"To me. His pregnant girlfriend," Y/N replied with a tinge of bitterness, finally prompting the waitress to acknowledge her presence.
"Oh, right. Sorry. I'll be back with your order," she responded, her gaze momentarily shifting to her stomach before returning to Y/N's displeased expression.
"Look at you marking territory," Harry playfully pointed out, observing the unexpected assertiveness. "I've never seen you so aggressive."
"Shut up," Y/N quickly retorted, putting an end to his teasing. "She was literally asking for it. Kept looking at you as if you were naked." Harry burst into laughter as she continued to pout.
"She is quite perky, isn't she?" The woman from the couple sitting beside them remarked, prompting Harry and Y/N to turn toward them, realizing how close they were to their table. "The waitress," she clarified, noticing their confused expressions.
"Oh, right!" Y/N nodded in understanding. "She clearly wants to be working." The couple chuckled, appearing a few years older than them.
"I'm Paige, and this is my husband, David," she introduced after a brief silence. "We noticed you from the moment you walked into the restaurant. You two are a great-looking couple. It's kind of hard to look away."
"I'm Y/N, and that's Harry. Thank you. That's really sweet," Y/N responded, though she could sense Harry's subtle discomfort with the presence of the other couple.
"Are you two married?" the woman asked, her eyes curious. "I mean, you look very much in love," she clarified.
"No, not yet," Harry responded with a warm smile.
"Better hurry up, buddy. Someone could snatch her right from under your feet," David warned, injecting a touch of humor into the conversation. Y/N felt a sudden unease at the thought, her gaze momentarily shifting to Harry, who chuckled but seemed to share a hint of discomfort.
a/n: here's something a little sweet and heart warming with soft harry being the sweet little baby he is, i hope this fluff blurb makes you happy. love you guys <3
wc: 1695
warnings: mentions of deceased parent
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Days like this were Harry’s favorite.
The smell of the fresh rain drizzling down to water the trees, humidity that anyone else might complain about but Harry loved. Sure, it meant sadness for most people but for Harry, it meant growth and serenity. Each raindrop seemed to cleanse the very atmosphere, purifying it from worries and accumulated dust, washing away the problems from moments before the nature’s symphony. The air that was once stifling and heavy, now felt light, crisp, and cool.
He walked from the parking lot to head towards his flower shop. Sidewalk sprinkled with some people like him – under their umbrellas and coats coddling them away from the slight chill the rain invited.
“Excuse me!”
Harry kept walking, admittedly a bit distracted with the sound of the pitter patter from the rain hitting the pavement, not realizing the woman behind him was trying to call his attention.
“Sir! Excuse me!”
This time, Harry turned his head, finding a young woman with her hands wrapped around her body and drenched pointing to his umbrella.
“Do you mind? Just until I reach the flower shop. I parked too far and forgot my umbrella. Sorry just – it’s cold. Wet, very wet.” She rambled on, an apologetic smile on her face as if she was burdening Harry for wanting momentary shelter from the curtains of rain.
Harry smiled as he moved closer to her, “Don’t mind at all. M’actually headed to the flower shop too. What are you looking for? We have new shipments today and I ordered some new flowers that are in season.”
Harry’s always been so friendly and kind, not leaning into finding any harm in anyone’s intention of speaking to him or approaching him. Maybe it was a bit much for some people but hey, sharing his umbrella with a person and how could he not make conversation when they’re just inches away?
(Y/N) on the other hand, hated the rain. It meant sadness. It meant another day where the skies cried with her over how much she missed her mum. Her best friend. Her confidant. The world seemed to be just as sad as her from how often the skies cried with her – dreadful and muddy as it made every step a battle against the sucking muck.
It didn’t help that she left her umbrella today and she needed those flowers before she went to go visit her mum. But she wouldn’t miss it for the world. No matter the shine, the rain, the wind. She’d sit on that grave as the rain fell in a relentless downpour if she had to.
To make it worse, she wanted to try this new flower shop and the parking she found felt like it was miles and miles away from her car as the rain trickled down her dry body and making her a proper soaked towel.
God bless the man that allowed her to hide away from the rain until they reached the shop. He seemed so kind and genuine, giving her a smile that was so graceful – a delicate curve that carried with it elegance and joy. It was sweet and it made (Y/N) feel warm inside unlike the rain’s cold drips that made her body shiver.
“I usually get her a bouquet of sulfur and pink cosmos, if you have any.”
She stayed by the door, cautiously looking around the shop riddled in concentric shelves holding beautiful flowers and arrangements. It smelled so nice, soft yet alive. (Y/N) didn’t want to wet the wood floor any more than she already had, keeping her body at a close distance to the exit door.
Harry noticed and immediately walked over to her with a coat he usually left under the register, handing it to her with a soft smile, “Don’t worry about that. Walk around and look as you please. I’ll mop up after. M’Harry, by the way. Let me know if you need anything.”
She wasn’t sure if he even responded to her as to what flowers she wanted but he seemed busy at work with the yellow and pink puffs she asked for, working on a bouquet behind the counter.
(Y/N) could tell he took care of his flowers. Not a single wilted petal or a dead flower. They looked beautiful and full of life, ready to illuminate any room or bring a smile to anyone’s face. She hoped it did the same to her mum in heaven every time she showed up with her favorite flowers.
“May I ask who these are for? These are special flowers – beautiful and harmonious. Special person you’re getting them for.”
A smile perked the commissure of her lips, not realizing that her mother’s favorite flowers meant something so sweet and so in sync with what their relationship was – still is and forever will be.
(Y/N) walked closer to the counter, eyes now focused on his hand cutting the stems at an angle before perfectly arranging them at a height where they bloomed so generously.
“They’re for my mum. I visit her every Sunday with her favorite flowers, even if the ones from the week before are still perfect and blossoming.”
He had long, slender fingers. A cross tattoo etched on the back of his palm, a pastel yellow chipping away from his fingernails. It matched him, she thought. Tender and refreshing like the smile he gave her when he allowed her to hide away under his umbrella.
Harry didn’t need more explanation to understand what the flowers were for. And though his mum was alive and well, thank God, it resonated deep in him because cosmos happened to be his mum’s favorite flower too.
“Cosmos are my mum’s favorite too.”
A soothing silence fell over them as he finished up the bouquet, wrapping the stems with a rubber band, then the brown kraft paper, then the cellophane.
“This one’s on the house today. I hope you have a good visit with your mum and take my umbrella. The weather won’t get any better until later in the evening.”
His generosity made (Y/N)’s eyes water. He didn’t know her, didn’t know her name, yet his kindness wrapped her up in the warmest, tightest hug of sweetness that squeezed tears out of her. There was sincerity in his kindness that was unmistakable, a genuine desire to help others that radiated from him, and anyone can see that.
“Thank you.” She croaked out, holding in a sob that she thought would come later when she sat atop her mother’s grave but instead, this sweet stranger was nearly pulling it out of her.
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Harry couldn’t seem to get the woman out of his head days after. He could remember seeing her eyes welled up in unshed tears, her lips trembling a sad testament to the emotions churning behind the surface. Harry just wanted to hold her, feeling compelled to promise her that everything will be okay and that one day things will get better.
He hoped she’d come by again this Sunday, maybe talk to her some more and try to make her smile again in any way he could. But luckily, he didn’t have to wait until Sunday.
The last thing he expected was for her to show up in his shop again on this Thursday afternoon, a basket of muffins and his umbrella filling her hands. She looked happier today, sporting that same apologetic smile as she nearly struggled with the door as she stumbled in, a silly little giggle leaving her lips as she tripped on the way to the counter towards Harry.
“This is my proper thank you for your kindness – and your umbrella. You don’t know me, don’t know my name, if I’m a good person, or a bad person. Yet you unhesitatingly treated me with such generosity and-and some sort of empathy that just nearly cured my sadness,” she giggled with a soft sigh following, scooting the basket of muffins closer to him.
“I don’t need to know a person for me to be kind. And besides, I knew in the bottom of my heart that you needed it and it was no problem for me to give you what my heart is full of. Thank you for the muffins, petal.”
(Y/N) huffed out a small laugh, softly shaking her head in disbelief that someone so perfect could exist. Someone so soft and emotionally intelligent, so beautiful and cautious. “You’re unbelievable, y’know that? I’ve never met someone so polite from the second I’ve met them and really, it warms my heart more than I can say. I –“ It was like the woman had a drank a truth serum before she came to see him.
“I left here on Sunday even seeing the rain in a whole different way. I told my mum about you – about the stranger that gave me his umbrella and gifted me flowers because I looked like a sad, wet mess. And I just knew you didn’t do all that out of pity. It means a lot to me.”
Harry could only smile at her. She was so cute, honestly rambling off again about whatever she felt with no filter on her mouth. It was sweet and it made Harry feel good that his kindness meant so much to her. It reminded Harry of the exact reason why he was the way he was.
“Well, I do hope you come by here often and I promise I’ll always be just as kind and sweet, petal.”
(Y/N) felt her cheeks warming up, her heart racing at that nickname again, finding it even a little funny given that he sold flowers. She wanted a different reason to come by the flower shop, perhaps to see him more often than just Sundays where she’d usually be a mess and crying again.
Before (Y/N) could respond, Harry disappeared behind the small hallway that led to the back, then returning with a beautiful chocolate cherry sunflower, Harry handing it to her with a hopeful smile.
“Every petal of this flowers will leave with a promise of your return. Come see me again, petal. I’ll be happily waiting to see you.”
a/n: can we talk about the cover image? like the RESEMBLANCE? it’s bad for me 🚬
Early Tuesday morning, you woke up from a pretty rough sleep. You didn’t see any point in trying to fight yourself back to sleep, and you had to be up in an hour anyway. Besides, as you could tell from his empty space on the right side of you, Harry was already up as well.
Half awake, you stumbled into the bathroom, rubbing your eyes from sleep. You would’ve nearly crashed into Harry had your eyes not cleared up.
He was bend over the counter, scissors just grazing the front part of his hair.
“Harry Styles!” you shouted, grabbing the scissors - as safely as possible - from his grip, “Are you mad?”
“Look!” he said, turning to face you and pointing to spot on his hair where the scissors had been moments ago.
“Okay, what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?”
“I’ve got grey hairs”
You narrowed your eyes, trying to scope out what he was talking about.
“Where?” you asked, gently skimming your fingers through the curls at the front of his head.
He faced toward the mirror, squinting to seek it out. After a couple of moments, he landed on the one hair he was loosing his mind over.
“See? There.” He indicated, the both of you now facing your reflections in the mirror.
You could see the small shiny strand in the darkness of his usual hair shade, but really only because he had pointed it out.
More than anything, you were glad you stopped him from taking the scissors to his hair. Harry was good at many things, but cutting hair was likely not one of them.
“Harry, you can’t even see that”
He sighed slightly, still affixing his eyes in his reflection.
You went around behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders, clearly tense from his anxieties of old age, despite not even being thirty years old yet.
“S’gonna be all grey soon, watch. Y’still love me then?”
You knew he was joking, but you could still sense the little hint of worry.
“You know what I think?” you said, resting your chin in the nape of his neck, “I think It’s pretty”
“I thought you couldn’t see it” he said, smiling suspiciously.
You gave a small kiss to the dimple on the side of his face.
Has Harry ever has to pick up Charleigh up from a party or club because she got too drunk and maybe on the way home she has him pull over because she's gonna be sick? Then maybe she starts crying because she's embarrassed to be this drunk in front of her dad but Harry reminds her that he was her age once too and understands that she just wanted to have fun with friends and is glad she called him so she didn't get into a car with drunk drivers?
So it went a little bit like this...
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A/N: Charleigh is 18 years old, which is the legal age to drink in the UK
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drunken behaviour and being sick.
Charleigh’s Outfit - Charleigh’s Boyfriend
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Relief washed over Harry as the sound of his phone rung through his quiet bedroom and he saw his daughters name on the screen. 2:45am.
It was her first night out since she had been back from tour, after turning 18.
Her surname was more than enough to get her and her friend's entry at one of the sleekest London bars, which was usually full of other celebrities too. To say Harry was slightly nervous was an understatement, but he trusted his daughter and her friends enough, and he agreed to pick her up whenever she was ready.
“Cherry? You okay sweetie?”
The pounding of the music was still loud, and the buzz of voices in the background reassured him that she was still at the club.
“Hi Harry, it’s Lilly. Charleigh is a bit drunk; do you think you’d be able to pick her up? The club closes at 3am”
Harry jolts up from his bed, turning the TV off. “Is she safe? I’ll be there in 20 minutes” He pulls himself out of bed and slips his trainers on quickly, pulling on a coat and grabbing his keys and shoes.
“She’s safe, and fine, just...quite drunk. Thank you, Harry. I’ll let her know you’re on your way.” Lilly hangs up and keeps Charleigh’s phone safe.
Once 3am rolled around, Charleigh was with a huge group of people outside the club, sat on the curb side with a long black coat around her body and a cup of water in her hand.
She was slurring and swaying drunkenly as she sat chatting amongst some friends. A joyous buzz drifted in the air between friends as Charleigh’s eyes began to feel heavy as her head rested on Lilly’s shoulder, two of her friends keeping her sat upright.
A familiar car pulled up along the curb, with people turning and staring. “Char...hey you need to wake up” Lilly taps her gently as Harry hopped out of the car, striding over to her and crouching beside her.
“Cherry...it’s me, come on, let’s get you home” Harry whispers softly, pushing her hair out of her face. “Did you all have a good time? Are all of you okay?” He turns to ask her friends, needing peace of mind that they were all alright.
They nod happily and smile “Yeah, we’re all fine, Charleigh's definitely the drunkest...we all had the same amount to drink, I’m sorry we didn’t realise she’d get this drunk” Lilly mumbles apologetically.
“Hey, don’t worry about it! Thank you for keeping an eye out for her. Does anyone need a ride home?”
“Oh we’re okay, there’s an afterparty and we’re getting a taxi. Charleigh didn’t want to go and...I think she needs to go to bed” Lilly chuckles softly. “Thank you though”
Harry taps Charleigh’s arm softly as her eyes flutter open, glazed and heavy.
“Guys...” Charleigh’s eyes widen and gasp, her eyes dizzy and intoxicated. “It’s Harry Styles!” She whisper-shouts to her friends, turning her head to look to Lilly and pointed to her Dad.
“Okay, I think we definitely need to get you home...who’s coat is this?” Harry smiles softly, biting back his laugh.
“I’m wearing a coat?!” Her eyes widen as she looks down at her covered body. “Oh yeah!” She gasps, giggling loudly. “...Why am I wearing a coat?” She mutters, confusion in her eyes.
“Char, you fell over and everyone saw your bum!” Alexia chuckled, in her own, self-indulged drunken state.
Charleigh couldn’t contain the string of giggles escaping her mouth “Dad, you should come and party with us!” She slurs. “Someone gave us a strip tease and then we-”
“Alright, let’s get you home!” Harry chuckles, interrupting her sentence and helping her up in his arms and walking her carefully to the car. He internally groaned as he saw the few press members by the car, keeping the coat secure around her, to save herself any further embarrassment and helping her into the car.
Once he’d made sure she was buckled in safely and she had everything she left the house with earlier that evening, he began the drive home. “So where did the magic coat appear from Chez?” He queries.
“Mmmm, I think...it was Roman. Your bestie.” She mutters, her head against the cold window as her head drooped slightly.
“Kemp?” He raises an eyebrow.
“That’s the one. Definitely your bestie.” She grunts, a gentle groan escaping her lips.
“Charleigh, you alright sweetie?” He frowns, glancing over to her. “You want some water?” He reaches behind her seat and takes out the bottle of water he brought with him for her, just in case.
“...stop...the car” She slurs. Her hand slamming against the handle as her head felt dizzy and her fingers were trembling, a warmth running up her neck.
Harry pulls over to the side of the road with a frown as Charleigh stumbled out of the car and onto the grass verge at the side of the road, throwing up.
“Oh Cherry” Harry sighs softly, following after her and pulling her hair out of the way, rubbing her back gently. “Shhh, get it all out” He pats her back softly, thanking God there was nobody around, and they weren’t still at the club, in front of the press.
“I’m sorry...” She chokes her tears out as she leant over on the grass, her mascara tears spilling down her face. “I’m so...sorry” She slurs, Harry frowned as he handed her the bottle to sip some water.
“Hey, you don’t need to apologise baby, these things happen when-”
“I’m such an embarrassment” She whimpers drunkenly, before slumping her head onto Harry’s shoulder
“You’re never an embarrassment” He shushes her gently. “Let’s get you back in the car and home to bed” He whispers, helping her up slowly and taking her home to bed.
“Why aren’t you mad at me this time?” She mutters tiredly.
“Well...Cherry, last time you were 17, at a house party where you told me you’d be back by 1, and you came home at 4am. You also told me you wouldn’t be drinking and you came home reeking of alcohol and smelling of smoke. This is very different sweetheart. But I’m glad you phoned...I’ll get you any time, whether you’re drunk or sober, I’m just glad you’re home safe.” He smiles softly, pulling into their gates and taking her inside and up to her bedroom. He laid out some joggers and t-shirt for her.
“I was your age once. Got to let your hair down sometimes...speaking of...get changed and I’ll go and get you some water. Make sure you take your makeup off too”
He gets her a cold bottle of water from the fridge, as well as a plastic bag to go in her bin. Once she was changed, he knocked on her door.
“Come in” She grumbles, slumped in her bed in clean joggers and a top.
“Here...” Harry places the bin beside her bed. “Just in case you don’t make it to the toilet to throw up. Now, should I be worried about you having Roman’s coat?” He raises a brow, taking her makeup wipes from the side and sitting beside her, gently removing her makeup, which she had failed to do herself.
“Noooo, he just gave it to me because I was cold” She mumbles, the alcohol had completely intoxicated her. “Where’s Asa? Has he left me?!” She cries out softly, catching a blurry glimpse of the photo of them beside her bed.
“What?! No baby, he’s in Wales filming, remember?” He chuckles, tying her hair out of her face and tossing the makeup wipes away.
“Hmm...” She hums gently. “Will you stay in here? I miss him” She mutters sadly.
“I...” He sighs softly, twirling one of her ringlet curls around his finger. “Of course” He leans down to press a kiss to her head and pulls the duvet over her.
“Thank you” She grumbles, resting her head on his shoulder and her eye’s falling shut.
“Thank you...for staying safe” He whispers, squeezing her close and shutting his eyes.
Harry and Y/N have been going strong since being set up by Gemma. Since Harry’s tour will be featured in a special edition of Y/N’s magazine, The Mixtape, Y/N is able to join Harry on tour. However, will their relationship be put to the test along the way? Find out in Love on Tour! :)
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A lot has changed in your life over the past year. First, when it seemed like you would be joining your boyfriend, Harry Styles, on tour, it got canceled before it practically even started. Then everything shutdown and you were working from home. Because your magazine, The Mixtape, was all about music, concerts, and up and coming artists, during the shutdown you all were hurting for content.
Your podcast was doing okay, but it was struggling too. You were scared you were going to lose everything you had worked so hard for. To help get you by during the time, you ended up moving in with your boyfriend a few months into the lockdown. While your career was up in the air for the time being, your relationship was flourishing and you couldn’t be happier.
Fast forward to the present and as things were starting to slowly happen again, there seemed to be a light at the end of the tunnel. Harry’s tour was officially back on, only in the States so far, but it was something. The Mixtape had picked up a bit with the release of new music over the past few months and more artists going on tour. You were looking forward to finally bringing your idea to life that you were going to start last year.
You were still working from home or in this case in LA figuring out all the logistics of what you would be doing for your big project. The project involved following Harry’s tour, but also including the fan’s perspective. And of course, with everything being put on hold, you would also be including what it meant to be back in the touring scene.
The front door of the rental house opened and Harry walked inside carrying bags of food.
“Honey, I’m home,” he joked, shutting the door behind him.
You laughed, meeting him in the kitchen and giving him a quick kiss on the lips, “Hey, how was rehearsals?”
“Great,” he said. “Everything’s coming together. We had a meeting with the creative director and changed the stage a bit, but it should all be finalized before Vegas.”
“That’s awesome, baby,” you smiled.
“What about you?” He asked. “Are you getting all your notes or whatever in order?”
“Yeah, I’m getting there,” you nodded. “Do you mind if I come to rehearsals tomorrow? I want to get some footage and take some notes… Maybe an interview?”
He nodded, “We can do the interview tonight,” he smirked, pulling you towards him by your hips.
“That’s not exactly professional,” you giggled. “Remember, we’re supposed to keep our relationship and our business relationship separate.”
“No one’s gonna know,” he smirked, nipping at your neck.
“I’m going to know,” you said, pushing him back. “And it’s time for dinner. I’m hungry.”
“That’s all I’m good for, huh?” He joked. “Your personal Ubereats?”
“Pretty much, yeah,” you agreed.
“Keep that up and we might only have a business relationship,” he smirked.
“Oh you wouldn’t,” you scoffed.
“Says who?” He asked, putting his hand on his hip.
“Me,” you smirked.
“You're lucky I love you,” he mumbled against your lips.
“Yeah, I am,” you smiled.
**
The next day, you woke up and got ready to head to rehearsals with Harry. You packed your cameras, your laptop, and basically everything you needed to get what you wanted to be included. Odds are you were going to have an abundance of material to use by the end of the tour, but you would much rather have too much than not enough.
“I have a question,” Harry said as you both got into the car.
“Yes?” You asked.
“When do we officially move into a business relationship today?” He asked.
“Uh… I guess when I’m interviewing you… I don’t know, why?” You laughed.
“So, like if I wanted to kiss you randomly throughout the day, I could?” He asked.
“I’d hope so,” you laughed.
“And if I wanted to fuck you doing the lunch break is that acceptable too?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Absolutely not!” You squealed, hitting his shoulder.
“Ow, the fuck I’m driving,” he laughed. “I was only joking… a little.”
You rolled your eyes, “Remember I’ll be the one writing the piece on you, so you better be nice to me.”
“I’m always nice to you,” he scoffed.
“Do I need to bring out the video of you scaring me for no fucking reason?” You raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, that was funny... “ he laughed.
“For you!” You groaned. “I literally almost peed my pants.”
“It’s not like I planned it… it just happened,” he said.
“Yet you were filming it,” you pointed out.
“Because it was meant to be a surprise,” he said.
“Whatever,” you laughed.
When you got to the rehearsal studio, Harry helped you with your bags. You smiled, kissing his cheek, before heading inside. The two of you greeted everyone before Harry went over to get set up and you started setting up your gear. You messed around with your camera, getting the proper settings right with the light and movement going on.
Right when you were finished with the set up, your phone rang. You saw that it was Jam, your best friend and co-owner of The Mixtape. You answered it and stepped outside to take the phone call.
“What’s up, Jam?” You smiled.
“Hey girlie, how’s LA?” She asked.
“It’s LA,” you laughed. “We haven’t really done anything between Harry’s rehearsal schedule and just everything going on.”
“Understandable,” she said.
“How are things across the pond?” you asked.
“The same,” she said. “Next month’s issue is going through the last bit of edits and then I’ll be sending it to you before sending it off to the printers.”
“Sounds good,” you nodded.
“Speaking of issues,” she said. “How do you feel about the issue on Harry and the tour?”
“I think it’s going to be really good,” you tell her. “I’m really excited about it. I’m still trying to figure out how to talk with the fans without being right in the crowd. I don’t feel comfortable being around that many people at once most nights, you know? Especially knowing I’ll be coming in close contact with Harry and the band.”
“No, that makes sense,” she said. “What if you went out before the show? You could talk to the fans who are queuing beforehand. That way you’ll be outside and it probably won’t be too many.”
“I actually thought about that,” you said. “And there’s also another idea I have, but I have to run it by Harry first.”
“Ooh, I want to know what it is,” she said.
“I was thinking about making a post on social media before each show and seeing if anyone who will be attending will respond. Then I could meet up with them before the show and maybe bring them down into the pit, if they’re not already,” you said.
“That’s an awesome idea!” She exclaimed.
“Why thank you,” you smirked.
“Anyway, I should probably let you get back to work because I also have some things to finalize. Oh, before I forget, are we all set for tomorrow working on the podcast?” She asked.
“Yep, I’ve got it set in my phone,” you said.
“Great, I’ll talk to you then?” She asked.
“Yep, talk to tomorrow,” you smiled.
You end the phone call and head back inside.
“Everything good?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, a little Mixtape phone conference call,” you smiled.
He nodded, “We’re about to start now and then we can set aside time for the interview during the break. Sound good?”
“Yep that’ll work,” you smiled.
**
You caught some really fun moments during the rehearsal. You really loved seeing a different side of Harry and how he interacted with his bandmates. When it was time to break for lunch, you and Harry went out to sit at the nearby picnic tables. You pulled out your veggie wraps for lunch and got everything ready for your interview with Harry.
“Okay, I know you’ve done a ton of interviews during your career, so just pretend this is just another interview and not your girlfriend, got it?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Got it,” he nodded. “So, that means I can avoid answering a question?” He smirked.
“I mean… yeah, if it’s something you don’t want to answer, but you could also just tell me you don’t want to answer the question,” you laughed.
“Right,” he laughed.
He took out his lunch and started eating, while you finished setting everything up. You placed your extra phone in between the two of you to record the interview and grabbed your notes. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ears and take a deep breath.
“Okay, ready?” You asked.
“Let’s go,” he smiled.
“Harry, I first want to thank you for tagging me alongside you on tour. We’ve always wanted to cover the behind the scenes of touring with a high profile artist, so thank you for agreeing,” you said.
“It’s no problem,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes, holding back a laugh, “Now, you just took a break from rehearsals and I would love to know what it’s like being back. I know the tour was kinda up in the air for a bit on when or if it would happen, so now that it’s so close to starting, what’s going through your head right now?”
“Um, well, it’s still a bit surreal, you know?” he said. “Like you said, we were very unsure for a while on whether we would be able to have this tour and if we could do it safely. So, now having the greenlight and being so close to being on stage in front of my fans again, it’s fucking amazing. I’m so ready to be on that stage and perform these songs I’ve waited over a year to perform.”
“Speaking of those songs, Fine Line has been a huge success for you,” you started. “When you set out to make this album did you ever think it would be your breakout album or make you a Grammy winner?”
“When I was in the studio working on Fine Line, I focused more on making the music I wanted to make and be proud of. Did I want it to be a success overall? Yeah. Did I want to potentially win a Grammy? Yeah. But all that mattered to me was making an album I loved and if the other shit happened, then it happened. Uh. So to answer your question, no I didn’t think it would be as big as it’s been, but I’m grateful that it is,” he answered.
“Now because that album continues to be a success, do you feel added pressure for your next album?” you asked.
“God, you’re brutal aren’t you,” he joked.
“Sorry,” You winced.
“No, no it’s fine,” he laughed. “Uh, yeah, I do feel a bit of pressure. I mean most everyone always wants their next project to be better than the last. Even if Fine Line didn’t have the success it did, I would still want this next album to be better, you know? But I do feel like there are more eyes on me to make my third album even better. Despite that though, I still plan on making the music I want to make.”
For the next half hour, you interviewed Harry and it all went surprisingly well. There was a few teasing back and forth, but you got a lot of great material to include in the magazine. After the interview and lunch was over, the two of you headed back inside to finish up rehearsals.
**
“So, are you excited about going on tour?” Gemma asked through the screen.
“Yeah, I am,” you smiled, packing your things into your suitcase. “Any tips since you’ve tagged along before?”
“Get ready for major jet lag,” she said “Although since you’re just in the states, it might not be as bad, but you’re gonna feel tired a lot.”
“Lovely,” you laughed.
“But there are more days off in between compared to the One Direction days, so again it might not be all that bad,” she said.
“True,” you nodded.
“Now, I do need to ask you something,” she said.
“What is it?” You asked, zipping up your last suitcase.
“Harry’s not there, right?” She asked.
“Nope, he’s finalizing everything before we leave,” you said.
“Are you ready for the fan’s reactions?” she asked.
“What do you mean?” You asked.
“Well, you and Harry have been together for a while, but your relationship hasn’t really gone public yet,” she said. “And with you being on tour with him… it’s bound to come out eventually.”
“Yeah, I didn’t think about that,” you sighed. “I mean we haven’t really had to worry about it before. There’s been a few times we were pictured together and a few rumors started, but everyone just assumed it was for the magazine. Which… technically isn’t wrong.”
“And it might not be an issue for a tour either since you are working and interviewing fans and stuff and people will think that’s why you’re there,” she said. “But eventually, someone is going to see something or figure out that there’s more between you and Harry.”
“Yeah….” you sighed.
“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to freak you out, it’s just… sometimes it can be a lot… especially from a certain group of people,” she rolled her eyes. “I wanted you to be prepared in case there is an issue. But don’t let it bother you.”
“A little late,” you mumbled.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anyhting,” she groaned.
“No, no it’s fine,” you said. “Like I said, I didn’t even think about this because we’ve been together for so long… I forget that we aren’t really “public.”
“To be honest, I think it’s better that it happened this way,” she said. “You two were able to set a proper foundation before the outside world starts putting their two senses into things. Everything will be fine.”
“That’s true,” you nodded. “Thanks Gem.”
“Not a problem,” she smiled. “Now, I’ll let you get back to packing. Call me when y’all get to Vegas!”
“Will do,” you smiled. “Bye, Gem.”
“Byeeeee!” She laughed.
You shook your head as you ended the call. You put your phone onto the counter and finished grabbing your bathroom essentials into the little travel bathroom bag. You tried to focus on the task at hand, but your mind kept drifting off to what Gemma had said. Yes, there was probably nothing to worry about and yes, your relationship with Harry was solid. But that didn’t mean once people knew you two were together there wouldn’t be people expressing their opinions.
Going on tour with Harry meant the two of you would be leaving your little bubble and you were going to have to menatlly prepare yourself for the potential consequences of that action because there was no turning back now.
**
What do you think? If you want me to include any specific moments from tour or just in general, let me know! :)
a/n: in a summer mood and I love some summer harry content <3
August was by far your favorite month of the year - warm nights, perfect weather and just endless days of lying out in the sunshine.
Living in London with Harry most of the year meant you spent a lot of time in the rain. Which of course, you didn’t mind at all, but when summer hit you missed California like crazy. You’d been counting down the days until you’d be back on the PCH again, in Harry’s little yellow car, the bright golden sun just beaming down on your face with the music high. Now, it was finally here.
“Y’have the blanket, baby?” Harry called ahead to you, locking up the car.
“Mmhm!” you nodded, already nearing the middle of the beach.
It was mid-week and incredibly early, so the usually hectic summer crowd was pretty much non-existent.
Harry jogged slightly to catch up to where you were.
“Hold this f’me, lovie?” he said, holding out his Pleasing tote bag, “I’ll lay it out”
You took the massive mesh bag from his hand, trading it to him for the blanket.
He waved it out over the white sand and made sure it was free of any little grains.
You crashed yourself down, putting your sunglasses on slowly so you could lie on your back. You could feel the heat on your raw skin already, feeling the pre-tan already forming.
Harry’s figure still stood above you, sorting out his things before sitting down. He took off his vintage ringer tee, text reading ‘Hollywood Sound’ spread colorfully across. He put his yellow sunglasses back on and laid next to you, the black of his ink glowy in the sunshine.
He let out a sigh and put his hands behind his head, lying back. After a few deep breaths, he turned to you.
“Are y’happy?”
“Completely”
You reached a hand to his cheek, moving over to kiss him lightly.
You moved downward to lie your head on his chest, already warm from the sun. You closed your eyes softly and let yourself fall into a languid state.
You felt his hand take to the back of your hair, a couple cold spots from his rings clear against you. His hand traveled across your head and earned a hum of lull from you.
“Y’know I looked forward to this, like, all year” he spoke lowly, letting you hear the words move against his chest.
“I did too, was practically counting down by May”
“May, god, that feels like fucking ages ago”
“I know! And to think it’ll be September in only a few weeks now”
“Gonna be half way across the world by then, aren’t we?”
You’d drifted off by now, a combination of Harry’s hold and the sunshine putting you out right away.
“Lovie?” Harry said, “Are ya’ asleep?” His grip tightened lightly around your shoulder. Once he notices you were out, he moved a piece of your hair from your face over your shoulder.
“G’night then” he spoke again and kissed the top of your head, closing his own eyes as he laid back down.
Before long, the both of you were passed out on the sand, put to sleep by the sound of California surf.
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Backstage tour pranks were a regular occurrence. Harry, Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn were always pranking each other.
The boys echoed around in their large dressing room, Harry in the hair and makeup chair with Charleigh sat watching a film beside him, Niall and Louis winding each other up, Liam grabbing some water from the fridge and Zayn chilling on the sofa.
"Daddy, I going for a wee" Charleigh slides down from the sofa.
"Okay, don't lock the door, just close it" He reminds her as she nods and her four year old little legs wander to the bathroom.
"Oh shit. Zayn, she's got a button on her jeans that she won't be able to undo, do you mind quickly helping her?" Harry sighs softly.
"Yeah course" He nods and smiles, heading to the bathroom and gently knocking on the door quietly before opening it to help Charleigh.
-
Louis rushed over to Liam and Niall with a smirk. "Boys. Zayn's just gone into the toilet, it's time to get him back for those plastic snakes in Niall's bed last night"
"Oh nice! What's your plan?" Niall grins and turns to Louis, who revealed a scary clown mask.
"Zayn's shit scared of clowns, stick that on and hide next to the door so when he opens it, you can jump out" Liam grins, handing Louis the mask.
-
"All done Charleigh? Hands washed and dried?" He checks before stepping to the side. She gave him and big nod and grin.
"Thank you" She smiles, as Zayn pulled the door open for her to walk out first.
A wickedly evil sounding laugh filled the room as Charleigh was met face to face with a scary clown, one of her fears.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Charleigh screamed, bursting into shocked sobs. Zayn blinked in shock and Liam, Louis and Niall's laughter quickly came to a sudden halt as the froze in guilt.
Harry's eyes widened as he heard his four year olds high pitched scream, he pushed up from his chair and rushed over to the huddle.
Louis quickly pulled the mask off and threw it out of sight. "Shhh, it's okay. It's just me! Just Uncle Lou! I didn't mean to scared you trouble" He frowns, offering his arms out to her as she coward away from the three in front, making their heart ache and chest racked with guilt.
Her tears fell down her cheeks as she hid her face behind her hands. As soon as Harry was in her sight, she sobbed harder, holding her arms up to him desperately.
He swept her up in an instant and held her close "Hey, shhhhh. What happened?" He frowns softly, brushing her hair out of her face.
Liam scratched his head nervously "We thought it was just Zayn, so we went to scare him. I swear if we'd have known Charleigh was in there, we never would have..."
Harry sighed softly "It's alright...mistakes happen. Let me go calm her down"
He carries her back to the sofa as she hid into his shoulder and cried softly, her hands trembling.
“Oh love, you’re alright. It was just a scare. Your uncles were just being silly, but it was a mistake..." He rubs her back gently, kissing her head over and over again until her breathing settled.
"Do you think you can forgive them if they apologise?" He wipes her soft tears gently as she nods shyly.
"I'm sure they'll happily come and comfort you when you have nightmares over the next two weeks" He sighs softly and smirks over to them as they nod sheepishly.
