Best friends. A fake relationship. One weekend in Edinburgh—and maybe a shot at something real.
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The soft hum of the evening surrounded them as they sat on Harry’s plush couch, nestled in the heart of his spacious home. The minimalist decor of his living room reflected the careful balance between his hectic life in the spotlight and his need for peace. His house, though large, was warm, with low lighting that gave it a cozy, intimate feel. The air was thick with the scent of the coffee table candles he’d lit earlier—notes of sandalwood and something sweet.
Harry sat next to Y/N, his body half-turned toward her as he read a book, legs tucked beneath him like a cat seeking comfort. There was a distinct softness about him when he was in his own space, away from the flashing cameras and curious eyes of the public. His hair, dark and messy, tumbled over his forehead, catching in the dim light, giving him a boyish charm that contrasted sharply with his usual confident and polished public persona.
He wore a simple white t-shirt, the fabric clinging loosely to his lean frame. His broad shoulders spoke of strength, but his posture, slightly hunched as he leaned into his book, gave off an air of vulnerability. His long fingers traced the edges of the pages absentmindedly, and now and then, his green eyes flicked up from the book, studying Y/N with a kind of quiet amusement, like he was aware of the unspoken understanding that lay between them.
Harry had always been attentive, almost in a way that felt second nature, as though he knew more about her moods than she did. There was something undeniably magnetic about him—his laugh was a little softer here, his voice a touch lower. His fame could never overshadow the gentle heart he showed her when they were alone.
Y/N’s eyes hovered over the same paragraph for what felt like the hundredth time. The words blurred together, the meaning lost as her mind wandered to the man sitting beside her. She was supposed to be reading a novel on leadership—something meant to inspire her as she navigated her demanding corporate job—but her thoughts kept drifting back to him. It was ironic, really. The book talked about control and decisiveness, yet here she was, lost in the one thing she couldn’t control: her feelings for Harry.
She had always found him attractive. No—more than attractive. Beautiful in the kind of way that felt effortless. His messy hair, the way his lips quirked into a half-smile, those green eyes that seemed to see straight through her… It all added up to someone she could never quite believe was real. He’d always been larger than life to her, even before the fame. Back when they were younger, when they were just two young adults with dreams and no idea where life would take them.
But then, his life had soared into stardom, and hers had stayed grounded in the corporate world. He became Harry Styles—the Harry Styles—and she remained his best friend, hidden away from the glamour of his world. She had watched as women swooned over him, throwing themselves at his feet, and she had silently swallowed her feelings. She knew she could never compete. He was out of her league, in every possible way.
And yet, sitting here next to him, as close as they were, it was impossible not to be reminded of just how deep her feelings for him ran. His presence had always had this effect on her, an electric undercurrent that made her skin tingle and her heart pound just a little harder. She stole a glance at him over the top of her book. He was engrossed in whatever he was reading, completely unaware of the thoughts swirling in her mind.
That’s what made it all so painful—he would never see her that way. She was just Y/N, his best mate, his confidant. The one person who was always there, but never the one he looked at with desire. She felt a knot tighten in her chest as she allowed herself, for just a moment, to imagine what it would be like if things were different. If she were someone else. If he saw her the way she saw him.
As if sensing her gaze, Harry suddenly looked up, catching her in the act. His lips twitched into a small, knowing smile, and he set his book down on the coffee table.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked, his voice low, breaking the silence between them. His eyes locked onto hers, and the way he studied her made her feel exposed, as though he could read her thoughts without her saying a word. “You’ve been staring at that same page for ages.”
Y/N quickly dropped her gaze, closing the book to avoid his probing eyes. “It’s nothing,” she mumbled, though the heat rising to her cheeks gave her away.
He tilted his head, not buying it for a second. “Come on,” he coaxed, a teasing edge to his voice. “Spill it. I know you. You’ve got that look.”
She shifted uncomfortably, trying to laugh it off. “What look?”
“The one where you’re overthinking everything,” he said, leaning back against the couch, still watching her closely. His gaze softened. “Talk to me, Y/N. What’s going on?”
Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as Harry’s green eyes bore into hers, his expression filled with gentle concern. She had always struggled to lie to him. Whenever he looked at her like that, like he truly cared, she felt like he could see right through her. The panic rose quickly, threatening to bubble over, and she knew she had to say something—anything—to steer the conversation away from the thoughts that were tangled up in her mind.
She blurted out the first thing that came to her. “My cousin’s getting married.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. “Which cousin?”
Y/N let out a long sigh, glad for the distraction, though the topic she’d chosen wasn’t much better. “The worst one. Out of the three, I mean. You know, the one who’s always got something to say about everything. Perfect life, perfect fiancé, perfect job… perfect everything.”
Harry’s expression softened into one of amused sympathy. He knew exactly the kind of family pressure Y/N was talking about. He stretched out his legs, making himself more comfortable, as if settling in for a story. “Ah, her. That sounds like fun,” he teased, his voice laced with sarcasm.
Y/N rolled her eyes, tucking her legs beneath her as she faced him. “It’s not just her. It’s the whole family. They’re all so excited, and for some reason, they’re all hell-bent on me bringing a date.” She threw her hands up in frustration. “I don’t even have a boyfriend, but everyone keeps asking if I’m bringing someone. They’re already assuming I’m going to show up with a ‘plus one,’ and I just… I don’t want to deal with the humiliation of telling them I’m still single. Again.”
Harry’s brow furrowed slightly as he listened, a small frown tugging at his lips. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked at her thoughtfully. “Y/N, you don’t owe anyone an explanation. If you don’t want to bring someone, then don’t. Your family’s expectations shouldn’t dictate your happiness.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
Y/N smiled weakly, appreciating the sentiment, but her heart was still heavy with the weight of the situation. “I know, but it’s just… hard. It’s like they see me as incomplete because I don’t have someone.” She let out a bitter laugh. “They don’t understand that I’m happy with my life. But at a wedding, it’s like a flashing neon sign that I’m alone.”
The room fell silent for a moment as Harry absorbed her words, his gaze softening even further. He opened his mouth, about to say something, but then paused, seemingly deep in thought.
Y/N bit her lip, realizing she was rambling, but it was easier to talk about this than the real issue she was trying to avoid. And with Harry sitting so close, his concern for her so palpable, it made her feel even more off-balance. Every time he cared, every time he listened so intently, it reminded her of how much she longed for something more than just friendship.
But that wasn’t an option. Not with him. So, she buried it all under the wedding invitation and the pressures from her family, hoping it would be enough to keep him from asking more.
Harry studied her for a long moment, eyes searching her face like he could sense there was something more she wasn’t saying. He tilted his head slightly, lips pressing together in that way he always did when he was thinking hard.
“Is that really why you’re freaking out?” he asked gently, his voice laced with quiet skepticism.
Y/N felt her stomach twist, the question catching her off guard. She hated how easily he could see through her, but she wasn’t about to crack. Not when it came to her deeper feelings. So, she nodded quickly, clutching onto the family wedding excuse like a lifeline. “Yes, it is. It’s a big issue, Harry. Every time I visit my family, it just… it tears me down a little more. They make me feel like I’m somehow falling behind because I don’t have someone. It’s exhausting.”
He sighed softly, his eyes softening with sympathy, though there was still a trace of doubt in his gaze. Without saying anything more, he leaned back against the couch and picked up his book again, his fingers absently running along the spine.
For a few minutes, silence fell between them, the crackling of the fire and the soft rustle of turning pages the only sounds filling the room. Y/N watched him out of the corner of her eye, heart still racing from the close call. She didn’t know what she’d do if he pushed further—if he managed to pry open the lid she’d been keeping on her feelings. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus on her book, but the words refused to make sense.
Then, just as she was beginning to lose herself in her own anxious thoughts, Harry broke the silence.
“I’ve got an easy solution,” he said suddenly, his voice calm and casual, like he hadn’t just spent several minutes in contemplative silence. He didn’t even look up from his book. “I’ll go with you.”
Y/N blinked, his words not quite registering at first. “What?”
He glanced over at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ll be your date. To the wedding,” he clarified, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Problem solved.”
Her heart skipped a beat, her mind racing to catch up. “You… you’re serious?” She could hardly believe what she was hearing. Harry Styles, her best friend—and secret crush—offering to be her date to her cousin’s wedding?
“Of course,” he said, shrugging as if it were no big deal. “If it’ll make things easier for you, I’m in. I’ll go, smile for the family, and be the perfect distraction. You won’t have to deal with any awkward questions about being single.”
Y/N stared at him, stunned. He made it sound so simple, like it was no trouble at all. But for her, it was anything but simple. Having him at her side, pretending to be her date, while she tried to keep her feelings under control… It sounded like both a dream and a nightmare all at once.
She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. “Harry, you don’t have to—”
“I want to,” he interrupted, closing his book and turning his full attention to her now. His gaze was steady, sincere. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. If this is stressing you out, let me help. I’d be happy to go with you.”
Her heart swelled at his words, warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of him being there, by her side, at a time when she felt most vulnerable. But at the same time, the reality of pretending—of standing next to him, feeling things she shouldn’t, knowing it was all just for show—made her feel dizzy.
“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost unsure.
Harry’s smile widened into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Positive. And besides, who wouldn’t want to show off a date like me?” he teased, his tone light, but his eyes still holding that warm, comforting sincerity.
Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, her anxiety easing just a little. Maybe, just maybe, having Harry with her wouldn’t be so bad. It might even be the perfect distraction—from her family, and from her feelings. If she could keep them in check, that is.
“He’s going with you?!” Maddie’s voice echoed through the apartment, loud and full of disbelief.
Y/N, sitting cross-legged on the floor in her bedroom, groaned and yelled back, “I know!”
Maddie appeared in the doorway a second later, her eyes wide with shock and excitement. “Harry Styles—your best friend and international superstar—is going to a wedding with you. As your date. This is… this is insane!”
Y/N let out a half-laugh, half-sigh as she flopped back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Trust me, I’m still trying to process it.”
Maddie crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Okay, let’s go over the logistics because this is a lot to unpack. First of all, the wedding is a whole weekend, right?”
“Yeah,” Y/N muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “It’s in Edinburgh, so we’re going up on Friday, staying until Sunday. Two full days of family, dinners, receptions, and a ton of small talk.”
“And Harry knows this?” Maddie asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically.
Y/N bit her lip, her voice dropping to a quiet murmur. “No, not exactly.”
Maddie’s eyes widened even further. “Wait, so you haven’t told him it’s a whole weekend thing? What if he backs out when he realizes it’s not just a one-night event?”
Y/N sat up straighter, her anxiety returning in full force. “I mean, I hope he won’t. He offered so casually, but I didn’t get into all the details.” She winced, feeling a bit guilty for not being completely upfront. “It’s just... he said yes so easily, and I didn’t want to overwhelm him with everything all at once.”
Maddie shook her head, pacing the room in thought. “Okay, well, you’ve got to tell him. He’s going to need to know what he’s signing up for. The last thing you want is him backing out last minute.”
“I know,” Y/N agreed, sighing. “I’ll tell him tomorrow. I just… I really hope he doesn’t change his mind. It’s already going to be awkward enough dealing with my family, and having Harry there is the only thing keeping me sane.”
Maddie stopped pacing and turned to her with a mischievous smile. “Well, there’s something else we need to focus on.”
“What’s that?” Y/N asked, dreading the answer.
“Your outfits!” Maddie exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “This is a wedding weekend in Edinburgh with Harry as your date. You need to look absolutely perfect every single day.”
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Maddie, please don’t make this into a fashion show. I’m already freaking out as it is.”
Her roommate crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside her, nudging her playfully. “Listen, if you want your family to shut up about you being single, you’ve got to show up looking like the best version of yourself. And besides…” She shot her a knowing look. “It wouldn’t hurt for Harry to see you in a new light.”
Y/N peeked up at her through her fingers. “What do you mean?”
Maddie grinned. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve had a crush on him for as long as I’ve known you. Maybe this is the chance to finally turn his head, you know? If he’s going to be by your side all weekend, you might as well look stunning while you’re at it.”
Y/N’s heart fluttered at the thought, but she quickly shook her head. “Harry doesn’t see me that way, Mads. He’s going because he’s a good friend. That’s it.”
“Maybe. But maybe not,” Maddie said with a wink. “Either way, we’re going to make sure you look incredible. Now, where’s that suitcase of yours? We’ve got some planning to do.”
The next day, Y/N stood outside Harry’s house, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. She smiled as she reached for the familiar key in her pocket, the one Harry had given her ages ago. She slipped it into the lock, the click of the door unlocking bringing a sense of comfort. Harry’s house had always felt like a second home to her—sometimes more of a home than her own apartment, if she was honest.
Walking inside, the familiar scent fresh linen greeted her, making her feel instantly at ease. She made her way into the kitchen, glancing around at the cozy space before setting the flowers down on the counter. After a quick search for a vase, she arranged them carefully, letting out a satisfied sigh once they were settled. The bright colors of the flowers added a little warmth to the room, something she liked doing whenever she visited.
“Harry?” she called out, already heading towards the back of the house and into the familiar hallway that led to his bedroom.
“Closet!” his voice echoed, slightly muffled, from somewhere in the bedroom.
She stepped inside, smiling to herself. His bedroom looked like it always did—neatly chaotic, with a mix of designer clothes and random bits of his life scattered about. But one thing caught her eye immediately: his Gucci suitcase, already lying open on the floor, ready to be packed.
He’s really going through with it, she thought, a mixture of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside her.
As she approached the closet, Harry emerged, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips. His damp curls clung to his forehead, and water still glistened on his skin. He caught her eye and grinned.
“Didn’t hear you come in,” he said, toweling off his hair as he glanced down at the suitcase. “I figured I’d start getting things ready for this weekend. here we come.”
Y/N chuckled, leaning against the doorway of his closet. “You’re already ahead of me. I haven’t even started packing yet.”
Harry shot her a playful look. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you choose your outfits. You know I have opinions.”
Y/N rolled her eyes, her heart lightened by his teasing. But as she looked at him—standing there so casually, like this whole wedding weekend was no big deal—a knot formed in her chest. It was all starting to feel very real, and the idea of spending an entire weekend with him, pretending he was her date, was starting to feel overwhelming. Still, she couldn’t deny how good it felt to be in his presence, the one place where everything seemed a little less complicated.
Y/N lingered by the doorway of Harry’s closet, watching as he continued to dry his hair, the smell of his cologne mixing with the steam from his shower. She glanced again at the Gucci suitcase on the floor, neatly positioned and ready to be packed. A wave of guilt hit her. She hadn’t told him everything yet—about the wedding being an entire weekend event.
Clearing her throat, she shifted her weight. “So, uh, Harry… there’s something I need to mention about the wedding.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his grin never faltering. “What’s that? Do I need to brush up on my dance moves?”
She let out a small laugh, then bit her lip. “It’s not just the wedding ceremony, you know. It’s kind of… a whole weekend thing.”
He stopped drying his hair, the towel resting on his shoulders as he turned to face her fully. “A whole weekend?”
Y/N nodded, her heart picking up its pace. “Yeah. It’s in Edinburgh, and there’s a dinner on Friday, the ceremony and reception on Saturday, and a brunch on Sunday. It’s like… a three-day event.”
For a moment, Harry just stared at her, blinking. His eyes searched her face, processing what she’d just said.
“Wait, so it’s a full-on wedding extravaganza?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
Y/N nodded again, suddenly feeling sheepish. “Yeah, I should’ve mentioned that before. But I didn’t want to scare you off.”
Harry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Scare me off? Y/N, I’m already committed to this. You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” He tossed the towel aside and crossed the room, leaning casually against the wall beside her. “A weekend in Edinburgh with you? Honestly, that sounds like a good time.”
Y/N’s eyes flickered with relief, though a part of her was still nervous. “You sure? I mean, it’s a lot—my family, the pressure… all of it.”
Harry shrugged, giving her a reassuring smile. “I’ve done crazier things. Plus, I’m kind of looking forward to charming your family.” His grin widened, eyes sparkling. “So, when do we leave?”
Y/N smiled, her chest filling with warmth. He really wasn’t backing out. He was in this with her, and somehow, the weekend ahead didn’t seem so daunting anymore.
Y/N and Harry sat cross-legged on the floor of his living room, plates of Indian takeout spread across the coffee table. The comforting aroma of curry and naan filled the room as they half-watched How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days playing on the TV. They had seen it a million times, but it never got old—Harry always laughed at the same parts, and Y/N always teased him for knowing the lines better than she did.
As Y/N scooped up a bite of butter chicken with a piece of naan, she noticed Harry glancing at her with a mischievous look in his eyes. She raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “What’s that look for?”
Harry grinned, leaning back against the couch, plate balanced on his lap. “I was just thinking about the wedding.”
“Please don’t remind me,” Y/N groaned, shaking her head. “I’m still processing the fact that you’re actually going.”
“Don’t worry, I’m still all in,” Harry assured her, nudging her playfully. “But I had a thought… Why don’t we drive to Edinburgh?”
Y/N blinked, lowering her fork. “Drive? Like, from here to Edinburgh? That’s over eight hours, H.”
“Exactly!” he said, his eyes lighting up like it was the best idea he’d ever had. “Think about it—if we drive, we have complete control. If things get weird at the wedding, we’ll have a getaway car. No waiting around for flights or relying on anyone. We can just leave whenever we want.”
Y/N gave him a skeptical look. “You’re planning our escape before we’ve even arrived?”
He shrugged, popping a piece of naan into his mouth. “I like to be prepared. And besides, it’s not just about the escape plan. We’d get a proper road trip! Snacks, music, random stops at those little roadside places—remember the last time we did a long drive?”
Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the memory. “Yeah, and you made us stop at every service station just to try the food.”
Harry’s grin widened. “Exactly! Imagine all the snacks we could pack—crisps, chocolate, samosas. And the music—oh, the music! I’ll make the ultimate road trip playlist. We’ll sing along the whole way, windows down, no stress.”
Y/N snorted, shaking her head. “You just want an excuse to sing loudly and off-key, don’t you?”
“Hey, I have excellent taste in road trip tunes,” he said, pointing a fork at her in mock offense. “Besides, don’t you think it’d be fun? Eight hours in the car, just us, no rush.”
She tilted her head, contemplating the idea for a moment. As much as she loved the thought of a carefree road trip with Harry, she was more focused on practicality. “Look, I get it. But it’s just… flying is so much quicker. We’ll be there in less than two hours, and we won’t be exhausted by the time we get there. We need our energy for my family and the whole wedding thing.”
Harry leaned back against the couch, pouting playfully. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”
She looked over at Harry, who was now munching on a piece of naan with an expectant grin on his face. He seemed to sense her change of heart and glanced up, eyebrows raised in question.
“You know,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “Let’s do it!”.
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Really? Are you serious?”
Y/N nodded, a smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah, why not? It could be fun. And I guess having the car would be good for flexibility. If we need a quick escape or just want to explore a bit…”
🏷️ tags - boyfriend!harry, fem!reader, long distance relationship, fluff, slight angst if you squint.
pairings - boyfriend!harry & fem!reader 🕰️🎧
summary - y/n is hiding something, or someone, from harry, who is on the other side of the world.
(a/n) no spellcheck, so i apologize in advance! i wrote this in like five mins so it’s kinda.. blah but I wanted to share it :)
“so.. I did a thing.” is the first thing y/n says to him after accepting his facetime.
“oh no..” harry chuckles, his eyes furrowing in confusion, and a little worry.
“please don’t be mad.”
“well.. love, that depends on what it is..” harry says, his once playful mood beginning to diminish. what if it’s something serious?
“it’s something that could change our relationship forever.” y/n says, a blank face staring back at harry through the screen. uncomfortable chills run down his body, and he wishes he wasn’t miles away from her.
“is this something we should be discussing over facetime then..?” harry sighs, a frown taking over his features. he was excited to call y/n after his show, having missed her the whole day, but now this uncertainty is fucking up his day.
“i better just show you now..i think it would be better this way.” y/n explains, shuffling heard from her end. from the background, he can tell y/n is still in their “shared” bedroom in england. (it’s harry’s, but he likes to call it’s theirs) for some reason, this eases his anxiety slightly.
“come here, it’s okay.” he hears y/n whisper.
“did you adopt a baby or summat? why are you cooing..” harry starts, but his words become quiet as the smallest little white kitten enters the frame.
it’s silent for a moment, until the little thing meows, and harry barks out a laugh that startles the kitten.
“oh god, love— i thought— I thought this was something serious!” he says in between laughs, attempting to catch his breath.
y/n pretends to be offended, but the smile she fights off her face says otherwise. “oi! this is very serious. could make or break our relationship, because im not returning her.” she explains, making harry smile at her cuteness.
“i thought we agreed no pets? for now atleast..” harry says. since he’s always touring, traveling, moving, adopting a pet just wouldn’t fit into that lifestyle. they’d have to get pet sitters, who more often than not would be spending more time with the kitten than them.
“i know but.. it’s so lonely here. i need a companion. when me and y’mum visited the animal shelter and i saw this sweet little angel.. I couldn’t leave her there. anne said she kinda looks like you too.”
harry chuckles, “should’ve known my mum had something to do with this. crazy cat lady.”
“don’t call your mother that.” she hisses, although knowing, there is some truth to his words.
harry ignores her comment, “im sorry that you feel lonely. long distance is..hard. but are you sure about this? when you join me on tour it’s gonna be difficult with a kitten.”
“im sure. ill take her everywhere if i have to, she’s the sweetest, calmest girlie ever.”
“and it’s okay, i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating.”
harry frowns at that. “i feel like a shit boyfriend.” he admits, sighing. y/n frowns back, setting the kitten down on harry’s side of the bed, which he envy’s for a split second.
“your an amazing boyfriend harry. so don’t say that.”
“i feel like i’m neglecting you— i should be with you.”
y/n shakes her head,”y’not. long distance isn’t rare y’know? you love touring, it makes you happy, I’m not upset. sure it gets..lonely, but that’s just part of being miles apart right? would be weird if I didn’t get lonely.. the love of my life is across the world!” she laughs.
harry smiles, making no attempt to cover the blush that tints his cheeks. for the first time in a relationship, he feels theirs a mutual bond of just..love, and needing eachother.
“you make me happy too, more than touring i reckon.” he says, making her pout dramatically through the screen. “don’t make me cry in front of bo peep haz.” she sniffs.
“bo peep? as in… from toy story? you named the kitten bo peep?” harry says, a serious look on his face before he breaks into laughter.
“wha? it’s a good name! i call her bo for short. don’t laugh at it! and also, not just from toy story..it’s a nursery rhyme too.” she says, acting offended.
“sorry love, it’s not a bad name. i kinda love it. bo.” he tries.
y/n smiles, nodding, before she yawns.
“tired babe?” harry asks, remembering it’s pretty early for her right now. it’s ‘twelve am’ for him.. so it’s like, five or six am for her.
“mhmh..couldn’t fall asleep with this little one.. feel like a new parent. im scared something will happen to her. also, wanted to hear your voice.” she says, yawning again at the end of her sentence.
harry coos, “imagine when we have babies, you’re gonna be a wreck.” he laughs. the topic isn’t foreign, or uncomfortable for them. in the two years they’ve been together, talking about babies and marriage is something that always comes up in their conversations, especially late night ones.
in past relationships, talking about children so early on would frighten harry, but with her.. it just seems so normal. he can talk about their nonexistent babies and actually picture their family; curly brown haired babies with harrys green eyes but their mothers face.
“me? y’know your gonna be much worse. i can already see you freaking out.” she tiredly laughs, images of harry frightened when her water breaks, or when their baby takes a small little tumble that wouldn’t leave more than just a tiny scratch.
harry laughs, “your not completely wrong.”
“is bo asleep?” harry asks, watching y/n’s eyes shoot awake. he feels bad, she almost succumbed to her much needed slumber, but harry wasn’t done talking to her.
“umm,” she says, sitting up to look a bo, who is nuzzled comfortably into harrys pillow, soft meows involuntarily leaving her.
“look at her.” y/n coos, moving the camera so harry can see bo.
“awhh, she’s adorable. i can’t wait to meet her. will you send me photos?” harry says. as soon as he’s up tomorrow, he’s gonna show all the crew members their newest addition.
“mhmm.. i already have a photo album for her.”
her words are lazier, indicating harry should let her sleep now, much to his dissatisfaction.
“alright baby, it’s been good talking to you, but I think you need to sleep now.” harry smiles, causing y/n to groan, “m’sorry i couldn’t talk long..will you stay on the phone?”
harry shakes his head, “think we both know that only ends with me talking off y’ear love. you can call me when you wake up.” he says.
y/n frowns, but nods. “g’night harry, i love you. bo loves you.”
“night, love you both, sending my kisses.” he says, finally signing off when y/n blows him a kiss.
A/N: Okay so in this, Harry and y/n are a newish couple so just keep that on the brain 🤭 also brace yourself bc this could be terrible !
“How about here?” Harry said, pointing out a spot on the grassy hilltop. The stars were just beginning to show their faces, and a night of stargazing seemed like the perfect summer plan.
“Looks good to me!” you smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving a small kiss to his forehead before tossing the blanket out.
He let out out a tired sigh as he stretched himself out before playfully yanking you down to lie next to him. Shortly, both of you were faces up, eyes affixed on the freckled sky above you.
Showing a smile, you turned your gaze to Harry, as he did the same. You let out a small laugh at the coincidence.
“Hi” you spoke.
“Hi” he laughed.
“This was a good idea”
“Yeah, I know, it was mine” he bragged jokingly.
You rolled your eyes, shortly after taking his hand and returning your sights to the sky.
“Did you know that, like, after they’ve lived their life and, y’know, shone as much as they can, stars just burn away and explode. They’re not a forever thing.”
“Really?” Harry said, eyes still on you.
“Yeah, in a ‘supernova’ or something”
“Supernova” he repeated in a whisper.
“And when you see their images, they’re all colorful and beautiful, like a totally natural art”
“You’re so interesting”
“Don’t be mean” you protested at Harry’s sigh.
“M’not! I mean it! I love listening to you talk”
There was a gentle silence, leaves rustling around. A few cars and their lights hustling past below the hill.
He turned his head to look to you.
“I think that, uh, actually I know, that I love you. I love you, y/n. M’serious”
You swallowed hard, letting out a labored breath.
Unknowing what to say, you took his hand, the metal of the rings in his fingers cooly stinging the bones on yours.
“I love you too, Harry. I’m serious, too”
He let out an exhale, relief clearly visible on his face.
You sat happily again in the quiet before he spoke once more.
“Y’know I rehearsed that, like, a hundred different ways. Tried to think of what y’might say so I could, like, open the conversation”
You laughed to yourself as you imagined him pacing in his room, playing both parts trying to think of how to say it, what to say and, of course, what you’d say in return.
“You’re so interesting” you breathed, lightly moving the hair off his forehead, “and I love you for it.”
What happens when Y/N is hungover and Harry is left to care for her?
A Harry Styles Fluff Fan Fiction
( NO MENTIONS OF SMUT)
Harry and Y/N's favourite activities had been stupid little games, hanging out with family and the 1D boys, and cuddling.
Last night was basically all that.
Harry's family had been over at his and Y/N's place which they enjoyed a nice time of baking cookies together. During the process one of Harry's shirt got stained by vanilla and coco powder which Y/N found very funny.
After that, Niall came over since he was in town and they enjoyed a game of Cards Against Humanity together. Unfortunately at one point, Niall decided to make some mimosa's. Which Y/N downed four and a half, yet Harry says basically five.
Then Niall leaves after a game which included drunk Y/N and Harry instead of laughing at the cards, laughing at Niall and Y/N's improvised soap opera about Simon Cowell.
Which bring us to a lovely couple sleeping in bed. Well Y/N sleeping, Harry had been up for on hour on his phone. She was lying on his chest, in his T-shirt that she must have gotten from the night before. Stains and all.
Harry attempted to move out of the bed without waking Y/N. He had a creative idea.
He sneaked downstairs and pulled a pot and a pan out of the dishwasher, dried them and quietly walked up stairs.
Y/N had started spooning a pillow when she heard BANG BANG BANG.
She opened her eyes to Harry banging pots and pans dressed in a jumpsuit and a little claw clip for his hair.
" WAKE UP WAKE UP EVERYBODY WAKE UP". He half sung and half screamed.
Y/N started to suffocate her ears in the pillow. " Babe I love everything about you, but please shut up". She whined.
Harry went over to the bed and climbed on top of her and whispered into her ear " Wake up and I'll dress you you don't even have to do anything".
Y/N turned over to face him. " What your going to undress me? It's not even eight- well one pm yet". She giggled
Harry laughed " Not like that you nitwit, now make yourself comforable Harry is going to make you enjoy your hangover".
He walked into their walk in closet which was around seventy-five percent Y/N's. He had already placed the pots and pans near the face of the bed, which Y/N was using as a foot rest.
Harry had climbed back around almost an hour later with a half asleep pounding head-ache Y/N with her phone in her hand.
" Well that's not going to happen" He climbed into bed and started to tickle her awake.
Y/N started laughing her ass off " Harry what are you doing- ahahaha- stop it!"
Harry climbed out of bed and announced the obvious " I have now finished my selection of the finest comtarable outfits in the whole of The United Kingdom".
Harry picked up the clothes he had dropped on the floor and threw it at Y/N's face playfully.
" Now get dressed my love" Harry expressed and slowly closed and exited the door of their bedroom.
Y/N lifted the three outfits he had chose and picked up whatever seemed comfortable.
Harry was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, when Y/N walked down. She was dressed in blue sweat-shorts andddddd one of Harry's infamous white t-shirts. A clean one this time.
Harry was dressed in an apron on top of his clothes and smiled at her.
He was adding some pepper into the eggs he was making for her when she snaked her arms around his waist.
" You really are amazing Haz" Y/N whispered into his ear.
" Well I do have tremendous style" Harry whispered back smirking at her.
a little something that I absolutely love yet have no motivation to continue...unless....
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Eli sighs contently as she strolls along the sidewalk. The leaves on the trees are transitioning from their summery green to the warm yellows, deep reds, and burnt oranges. The sun is shining yet the air is crisp, the perfect weather for a sweater because the academic buildings haven’t yet turned on the heat.
It’s a perfect fall day.
Only, she isn’t wearing a sweater. Instead, she has on a fitted pink knit top that she’s paired with straight light-washed jeans and her classic white sneakers. Her tote bag rests on her shoulder, a sweatshirt shoved in there that she’ll put on after her little rendezvous. And, speaking of which, she’s approaching the designated spot and can already see her acquaintance waiting for her.
He greets Eli with a flirty grin that he seems to reserve only for her. He has plenty of other signature smirks and smiles, ones that he uses on other people, but only she receives this special grin, the ‘Eli grin’ as he likes to call it. “Hey, babygirl.”
She smiles back, for some reason feeling giddy. Actually, she knows the reason: it’s because he’s really fucking hot. he knows it. Everyone knows it. She can’t help but get a little flustered every time someone as gorgeous as him gives her a sliver of his attention. “Hey, Harry. How are you?”
His tone is way too suggestive to say to someone who’s in a relationship, but Harry’s never been one to shy away from a challenge. “Much better now.” He walks toward her, meeting Eli halfway and lifting his arms. She walks right into him, hugging him around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder. He gives great hugs; he’s firm yet gentle, and he always holds the embrace for a while. She’s pretty sure he only hugs her like this.
Eli inhales deeply, reveling in his signature scent of mary jane and Old Spice. Within the last couple of weeks, whenever she gets a whiff of that sweet scent, she thinks of him. Then the fluttery feeling usually (always) follows.
He’s looking especially cozy today, decked in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, the bottoms cuffed and revealing white Nike socks that are scrunched down. He’s wearing a hot pink sweatshirt, the hood covering his curly brown hair, the words ‘Girly Girl’ printed underneath a rainbow on his chest—he had found it at the thrift store, and when he discovered it was in his size, he claimed it was “fate”—just like meeting her was “fate.” It matches his shoes, a pair of light pink Reebok sneakers to which he never bothers tying the laces.
Harry squeezes Eli tightly, until a strained squeak leaves her lips. He hums, treasuring the last few moments before letting go and stepping back with a soft, cheeky smile on his face.
She cocks her head to the side. “You seem tired.”
He nods, rubbing his eye with the knuckle of his index finger. “I am, baby. Spent all fucking night writing a stupid fucking paper for philosophy.” Then, he adds sheepishly (or, as sheepishly as Harry Styles can get), “I may have been really fucking high while writing it, but I already submitted it, so, fuck it.” He shrugs. “I feel like I’m at my fucking best when I’m high though.” He sets his hands on his waist and shifts his weight onto one foot. He nods at Eli with a serious expression on his face, letting her know that he meant what he said. “My creative juices are flowing faster than the fucking speed of light, ya know?”
“No.” She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around herself to avoid shivering. Before Harry opens his mouth, she says forcefully, “I don’t want your sweatshirt,” which is a lie; she does want his sweatshirt, because she likes it and thinks it’s cute, but not in this situation where he’s asking only because he wants to be flirty with her.
He shakes his head. His backpack hangs in one shoulder, and he swings the pack around to the front of his chest to dig inside. “Don’t know why you didn’t bring a fucking sweatshirt. It’s cold, baby, you’ll get sick.”
He hands her the stash, and instead of saying thank you, Eli asks jokingly, “Do you know my name?”
He grins at her. “I don’t need to when ‘baby’ suits you just fine.”
She sighs, then slaps the cash into his open palm. He tries to close his fingers around her hand, but she wrangles it out with a sweet giggle that sounds like music to Harry’s ears.
“Well,” she stands tall, pushing her shoulders back and, consequently, her chest out. She can feel the soft fabric of her shirt shift against her nipples, the cold only making them more sensitive as they harden. She doesn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes drift down; it’s why she’s wearing this shirt in the middle of October. Harry gives her the “hot-girl discount” (his words), and she gives him a nice, personal “hot-girl thank you” (her words) in the form of her nipples peeking through her shirt. It’s a win-win.
Her boyfriend hates it, despite the fact that she never wears a bra anyway. Yet he claims she’s doing it for Harry which…she is, but it’s for the discount, and she doesn’t ever hear him complaining about the discount.
The corners of Harry’s lips quirk up into a smirk. Then he bites into his bottom lip. “Try not to get through this shit too quickly this time, hot stuff, yeah? I worry about you and your pretty little fucking lungs.”
“Yeah,” Eli says, deciding to play along. She pops a hip and plays with the hem of her shirt, pursing her lips. Her voice takes on an obviously forced tilt of innocence, laced heavily with flirty suggestion. “I’m not really sure I’m doing it right.”
Harry’s voice drops, the deep baritone sending shivers through her body. Her nipples could cut through steel right now. “Well, you know you’re always welcome at my place. I’ll show you how to do it all right.”
She tries not to snort; she may have accidentally revealed to Harry that her boyfriend isn’t exactly the king of the bed. He hasn’t forgotten about it—in fact, he’s continuously reminded her that he remembers, even in front of her boyfriend, who, thankfully, hasn’t realized. He’s picking up on it though, because Harry isn’t exactly subtle.
She sighs lightly, continuing the act of innocence. “Yeah, maybe. I’d really appreciate it.” Then her voice returns to normal, a genuine smile growing on her lips. Harry returns his own, and they take a moment to bask in each other’s presence before she says, “Bye, Harry.”
“Bye, babygirl. Can’t wait to see your pretty fucking face again.”
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soooo....what do we think? we like? bc personally, i love. i just need some more ideas....
Summary: Y/N has the crowd help her out by telling Harry She's pregnant
Request: No
Warnings: Cursing (Out of happiness) pure fluff and wholesome-ness, small talk of struggling too conceive
Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!reader (they're married)
MC: Harry Styles, y/n
Rate: 16+
Word Count: 2395
Repost/translations: No
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Thought of on: May 11th 2022
Written on: May 11th 2022
*Y/N’s POV*
“Hey guys!” I grinned, holding the microphone to my face as I walked out on stage.
Everyone yelled, causing the butterflies to grow in my stomach.
“The opener is sadly not feeling good and hold your boos! But I hope it’s okay if I come out and hang out with you guys for half an hour?” I asked the crowd and I heard their screams, causing my smile to get bigger.
“I know it wasn’t what you guys paid for… but I thought maybe we could play a game? Do a q and a?” I asked, trying to gauge their reaction.
Harry’s fans and I have a pretty good relationship. It took a couple years, and a lot of effort on my end, but after being married for 5 years, and dating for 3, we have finally got an understanding with each other. It has made attending tour, or getting papped with Harry a lot easier.
“I’m kind of stalling, waiting for Harry to get out of the building before I tell you my actual plan” I whispered into the microphone, the crowd erupting in screams.
I did a q and a for a little bit until Harry’s PA walked out and told me Harry is outside and I had about 10 minutes before Harry would get back.
I informed the crowd that this would have to be quick and I took a deep breath.
“So, during Kiwi tonight, I want you guys to pull out the signs that are under your seat” I informed, my hands shaking a little bit.
“I um.. Have this surprise for Harry.. And it would truly mean a lot for both of us if you guys were included” I smiled, watching people pick up the signs, and reading them.
“OH MY GOD!” Some girl loudly screamed, causing me to laugh.
The sign they were all holding was “She’s having your baby” in big bold font and seeing the crowd holding the signs caused her a lot of anxiety.
She knew this was a good thing, and that Harry would be extremely happy since they had been trying for a while… but she was still unsure if he would like the plan she had, or if he would’ve preferred something more private.
I knew their fans would love to be involved in something so personal to him… but would he have rather me told him one bright and early morning?
“Congratulations!” People started yelling and I smiled, thanking them.
“The plan is to hold these up once he sings “She said she’s having your baby”, now we have to make sure he doesn’t do it like five times in a row” I snickered. “But I have the pregnancy test with me, and my own sign for him that reads “It’s your business” now before you twitter fans come at me! I know it’s cliché, and stupid or whatever, but I’m too tired and sick to think of something better” I laughed, slowly making my way across the big stage.
“Okay, this stays between us, and please, please, please, don’t show him before it’s time” I begged, afraid someone will spill the beans.
“I better switch the topic before my protective husband comes back inside and makes us all pay for it” I giggled.
~
“Hey sweetheart” Harry pulled me by the waist, kissing me softly.
“Hi baby, are you ready for your show tonight?” I asked, running my fingers through the back of his hair, making sure I didn’t mess it up.
“Always ready. You know that” He kissed the side of my head.
“No nerves?” I questioned, knowing he at least had a few jitters here and there.
“Why? Should I be nervous? What do you know? You’re a terrible liar” He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
Harry’s hands slipped into the pockets of my jeans, resting against my ass.
“Don’t make me squeeze, tell me” He murmured against my ear and I shook my head.
“You’re going to grope me in front of everyone?” I asked softly, knowing we were not alone right now.
“they’ve walked in on worse” He kissed behind my ear before we heard someone clear their throat.
“Alright, love birds. He needs to be on stage in 15, you two can find a room later” Jeff clapped his hands at us and Harry groaned, squeezing my ass before letting me go.
“See you out there, right?” Harry asked and I nodded, kissing his lips quickly.
“Good Luck, I love you” I waved quickly before exiting the room, a security guard leading me to the middle of the arena.
“Y/N!” A fan yelled and I waved, walking over towards her.
“Hey! How are you? Are you here with anyone tonight?” I asked her and she nodded, pointing over towards the guy next to her.
“I hope you guys have fun! I’m excited” I smiled, talking to her for a moment before taking a quick selfie and heading over towards Harry and I’s mutual friend.
The show started, and I tried to have as much fun as possible whilst also staying hydrated.
Being pregnant has definitely made attending shows a little harder than I thought it would.
I knew the stage lights made Harry sweat a ton, but I didn’t think it would affect me too much.
The closer we got to Kiwi, I instinctively found myself holding my hands on my tiny bump.
I had to be careful because Harry kept looking over at me in the crowd, so I tried to do the movements when his back was towards me.
The very second the lights went dark and the crowd started screaming, my heart started racing.
“She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect, all the boys they were saying they were into it. Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck” He sang and I swear my heart was going to explode out of my chest, myself picking up the sign I had stored with his manager.
“She’s driving me crazy! But I’m into it, but I’m into it… I’m kinda into it!” He smirked over towards my direction and I rolled my eyes, knowing damn well he wrote this after we argued all night over something stupid.
“It’s getting crazy! I think I’m losing it, I think I’m losing it, she said I’m having your baby” He sang and all the signs went up, my heart racing as I watched his eyes be closed, making it so much worse.
Harry freaking Styles open your goddamn eyes or I swear to god!
“It’s none of your business!” he sang and the second time, his eyes opened and I saw them scan the crowd, appearing to try and read the signs, and that’s when it happened.
The endless sight of “She’s having your baby” raised in the air, on show for everyone to see.
I watched his eyes quickly dart over to me, confused, and I held up my sign that read “It’s your business” with a hand drawn Clear Blue pregnancy stick that had a plus in the middle.
The real pregnancy stick clenched in my hand.
“Wa-wa-wa-wait!” Harry stuttered, having the music stop as his jaw was dropped.
“Are you-?” He asked and I quickly nodded, watching the huge grin take over his face.
He quickly put the corded microphone in the stand, running to the side stage stairs.
At first I was very confused, but the confusion was quickly cleared up when security ran with him over towards me.
Harry wrapped his arms around me, kissing my lips.
“You’re pregnant?” He asked again, and I nodded, tears falling down my face.
“Oh my god. Y/N!”
“Are you mad?” I asked, afraid I made the wrong choice.
Harry quickly shook his head, the huge smile still placed on his face.
“Why would I be mad? You’re having my baby!” He yelled at the end, the crowd screaming as I laughed.
“Are you mad I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked and he shook his head, wiping the tears off my face.
He quickly dropped to his knees, Helene taking photos as he placed his lips on my stomach.
He stood up and grabbed my hand, carefully pulling me behind him.
We climbed up the stairs, the bright lights hitting my eyes as I stared out into the endless sea of cameras.
“SHE’S HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled into the microphone, the crowd screaming as I blushed.
“And it’s all of his business” I giggled, a huge smile taking over both of our faces.
“My wife ladies and gentleman” Harry cheered, motioning towards me.
“I will finish up kiwi in a second, but I’m just going to ask.. How?” He asked me and I smirked, biting my lower lip out of nerves.
“How what?”
“How did you do this without me knowing.. I TOLD YOU, YOU WERE LYING TO ME!” He pointed his finger at me, myself laughing.
“I KEPT IT A SECRET THOUGH! I’m more impressed that your fans did!” I gave a round of applause to the crowd, not being able to take the smile off my face even if I wanted to.
~
I watched Harry finish his show, nursing the bottle of water on side stage.
When the show ended, his team and I made our way towards his dressing room.
I got settled on the couch, waiting for my husband to enter the room.
I definitely wasn’t feeling good.
The heat of the stage, and the thousands of people along with the nerves was definitely making my stomach feel queasy.
Morning sickness has been quite the challenge, and hiding it from Harry has been almost just as miserable.
The door quickly opened and I watched him enter shirtless, his eyes darting around the room before finding me.
He very quickly made his way over to me, throwing himself on top of me.
“Woah” I laughed, glad he braced himself on the edge of the sofa.
“You’re having my baby” He muttered and I laughed, nodding.
“You going to keep repeating it?” I questioned and he nodded.
“You’re having my baby” He said again, taking his face out of the crook of my neck.
“I am”
“Holy shit you’re having my baby” He repeated, yet again and I giggled, nodding.
“YOU’RE HAVING MY BABY!” He yelled, jumping back, startling me.
“I am” I reassured and he laughed, his head thrown back out of pure joy.
“Holy crap” He breathed out, and I sat on the couch, still slightly startled by his outburst.
“Do you need a moment? Would you like me to leave?” I asked and he quickly shook his head.
“You’re never leaving my sight ever. You’re going to be attached to my hip for the rest of our lives” He told me and I grinned.
“That's how we got in this situation” I teased and he smirked back at me.
“I can’t.. You’re having my baby” He yet again told me and I just laughed, nodding.
We sat in this green room for about 10 minutes of Harry pacing back and forth in disbelief. Every once in a while walking over to kiss or hug me.
“We tried for so long.. For so so so long to having a baby.. And you’re pregnant. Oh my god you’re fucking pregnant Y/N” He laughed, giddiness to every single word that left his pretty little mouth.
“Are you sure you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you in private?” I asked again, anxiety creeping up.
“Of course not baby. I love that you included my fans. All of my favorite people told me the best news ever. I love you so fucking much! Oh my god you’re going to be the best mum ever! I impregnated you. You’re having my baby. Holy shit I’m having a baby!” He grinned, standing in front of me with a shit eating grin on his face.
“I’m going to spoil the hell out of this child. I hope it’s a girl. I want to buy her all the dresses and the sparkly things and-” He started rambling and I laughed, standing up and pressing my lips against his.
“One step at a time darling. We’re having a baby” I whispered, pecking his lips softly.
“We’re having a baby” He repeated to me and I nodded, both of us smiling.
“I’ll remind you again later, but our first appointment is before we leave for Manchester. It’s two days before” I informed him and he nodded, pulling out his phone.
“I put it into our shared calendar while you were on stage” I grinned and he smirked at me.
“You had everything figured out didn’t you” He gave me a look and I nodded, grinning as I bit my lower lip.
“Everyone knew but you. Your mum knows. So does Gem” I told him and he shook his head at me, trying to hold in the smile.
“Am I the last one to know?” He asked and I shrugged, trying to hold back my own sneaky smile.
“Y/N” he shook his head at me and my smile broke out.
“I’m sorry! I was excited! We’re having a baby!” I yelled, throwing my arms out to my sides.
“We’re having a baby” He repeated, making me giggle.
“We’re having a baby” I replied back in a soft voice.
“Oh I have so many plans! The nursery, the outfits! Oh the outfits! I’m buying that baby gucci everything! Head to toe. Gucci” He grinned and I rolled my eyes.
“But what about Saint Luarent?” I asked and he gave me the stink eye.
“We absolutely will not be dressing my baby in Saint Laurent”
“Why!” I cackled and he shook his head at me, still grinning.
“The styles name won’t be caught dead in Saint Laurent” He told me and this time I rolled my eyes.
“You literally wore Saint Laurent the other day”
“That’s not the same. My baby will be dressed better than me. This baby is my pride and joy. It will be carrying the family name. The legacy. Gucci, and Gucci only”
“But what about your mum's homemade outfits?” I asked and he sighed.
Hey, y'all back with another part. This one is a bit sad so brace yourselves.
WARNINGS: talks of getting into a fight, smashed car, bruises on the face, violence, smut! if you blink, fingering, cursing, pet names, dirty talk, some couple's tension, I think there's one spank, drinking, being drunk, do not read if you are under 18! I think that's it
wc: 6,520
key: (y/b/m/n)= your brother's middle name
(y/l/n)= your last name
Read parts 1 to 14 before you read this!!
special shoutout to @allthelovehes for their continuous help, editing, and feedback before I publish. I should consider you a co-writer on here
You woke up late Sunday night with tear-stained cheeks. Harry gave you your space, being very cautious around you. He only gave you one little peck and asked if you were ok.
When you said you were, he left because he had to go to work the next day and pick up his car. Your relationship almost felt like you were walking on eggshells. Your dad had ruined everything.
You decided to drown your sorrows in a whole bottle of wine and binge-watched How I Met Your Mother until you passed out again on the couch.
~~~~~~~~~~~
The next morning the faint sound of your phone alarm under the pillow woke you up. "Huh?" You asked as you startled yourself awake. "Shit. I'm going to be late."
You didn't even care about a shower. You just got changed, made your hair look presentable, and threw on some make-up in the car.
Of course, you were hitting every red light on the way there. "Come ON!"
Tears started to come out of your eyes again after the memories of last night came back to you. You finally got to work, 15 minutes late, and you ran to your desk.
You worked in customer service and your boss was a little nerving, but trying to get a job with your degree- in Social Media Management- hadn't been easy to get into right out of college, so you settled. Plus, it paid the bills and you very rarely had to work nights or weekends.
You took your headset out of your desk and clocked in, trying to log on as quickly as possible. You didn't have your coffee this morning and you already felt a headache forming.
You worked with Carly and Jade whereas you met Whitney in school. Carly leaned over to you and whispered. "Yo, are you ok? You're never late."
"Long story," you told her. But honestly, if you explained you would have cried and you had a call coming through. You took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello. Thank you for calling (y/company/n). This is (Y/N). How can I help you?"
You answered a few more calls and then sat back on your chair and took a breather. Carly came over when she was taking her 15 minutes break and sat on your desk. "Spill."
"I told my dad about me and... Harry," you swallowed.
"Oh. How'd it go?"
"Not good," you said, rubbing your hands down your legs.
"Oh no!" Carly bit her lip. "What happened?"
"My dad yelled... loudly... and he threatened Harry with a knife. Threatened to send me, an adult, off to boarding school," you told her.
She chuckled quietly but then offered you a hug. "Sorry. I'm here if you need a girl's night or a hug or just to rant."
"Thanks, girl," you said.
Carly hugged you again and then went back to her desk. Just as you were about to get up and grab some coffee from the break room, your boss called you over.
You bit your lip and then stood in his office. "Yes sir?"
"You were late today."
"Yes, but I can explain," you said.
"Ok," he put his paperwork down. "Please do."
"I-."
He stared at you and raised his eyebrows.
"I got into a fight with my dad about my boyfriend and it was a whole thing," you explained.
"(Y/N), if I let a fight with my wife get into my head, I'd be late every day. You have to separate personal from business," he said.
"I know but-"
"No buts, (Y/N)," he rubbed his temple.
"I'm never late sir. And I always make the coffee for everyone here. And I was only 15 minutes late because there was traffic and I never take off and-."
"You just took off for a week two months ago," he pointed out.
"That was my first vacation request in two years, sir," you pleaded. "And it was technically 4 days with the weekend."
"Irrelevant (Y/N)," he stopped you. "Being late is unacceptable. Take the rest of the day without pay."
"But sir!"
"We can make it a week," he warned.
You shook your head. "I'll grab my purse and go."
You walked away from his office and held back a sob. You grabbed your purse. You told Carly you'd call her later, and walked out back to your car, where you cried more.
You drove home and threw your purse on the couch and got changed into your pajamas. You knew Harry was at work so you couldn't call him, but you texted him instead and asked him if he could talk.
When he texted you back not a minute later you thought it was weird, but you still answered him.
What's up, love? Need me to send some flowers to work? He texted
You bit your lip, smiling so big at his offer. No. I wish... but I'm not at work.
Oh?
They sent me home for the day without pay because I was late
You didn't get a text back, but Harry was calling you. "Har, aren't you at work?"
"Not important. What do yeh mean they sent yeh home?"
"I-I. I had a little wine after you left and I overslept. There was so much traffic because I was later that I wound up being 15 minutes late," you explained, your voice cracking.
"And he let yeh go home for 15 minutes?"
"That's what I said!" You almost yelled into the phone. "I told him that I've never been late before and that I never miss work."
"What did he say?" He asked with labored breath.
"Pointed out that I took a week off in September for our getaway and I told him that it was only a few days due to the weekend."
"And he didn't care?" Harry asked with a sad tone in his voice.
"No," you broke down. "Told me I was pushing a week with no pay. So I just agreed and left."
Harry sighed. He couldn't help but think this was his fault. He stayed late. He didn't check on you in the morning. "'M sorry."
"It's not your fault, H."
"I know, but it just sucks. Men suck," he said.
"Yeah," you chuckled. "Sometimes they do."
He chuckled too and then a silence fell over the phone. "Well, I should let you go before they take away your phone."
Harry chuckled again. "Yeah... ok. If yeh need me again, just text me, ok?"
"Ok..."
"Hey (Y/N)?" Harry asked.
"Yes, H?" You bit your lip.
"I-I love yeh. Don't forget that," he said with a smile in his voice.
You practically let out a sob. "I love you too, Har."
"Talk later, hun."
"Bye."
You hung up the phone and sighed, wondering what to do with the rest of your day.
~~~~~~
When it was almost time for Harry to be done with work, you texted him to come over whenever he had time. Despite the crazy day you had, you missed him.
Usually, Harry was done around 5, got home around 5:20, showered, fed his cat, changed, and was at your place by 6:30, 7, at the latest. It was nearly 8 and the last text he sent you was at 5:01 saying he would come later.
Finally, at 8:15, his keys jangled in your door and you breathed out a sigh of relief. However, the man walking through your door didn't look like your boyfriend. He had a baseball cap on, something you never saw Harry wear, sunglasses, and a scarf wrapped around his head. It was November but it wasn't that cold.
"Harry! Finally," you ran over to him. "I was worried about you."
"Sorry," he said, closing the door. "I- got distracted."
You chuckled. "That's ok. What's with the get-up though?"
"Uh. 'M cold... and I don't want yer dad to see me coming in here," he quickly said.
You raised an eyebrow. "It's 50 degrees (F) and my dad is not here." You cringed at the mention of him.
"Oh, well... better to be safe than sorry, right?" He said.
Another thing that was weird was that he hadn't kissed you yet. He always gave you a peck as soon as he came in the door. "Well, can I get my kiss at least?"
"Uh... maybe later," he said, going to sit on your couch.
"You know you're inside now. You don't have to hide. I can turn the heat up too if you're cold," you said.
"'M fine," he said coldly. You folded your arms at him and pouted.
"H, Please tell me what's wrong. Why are you wearing this ridiculous get-up? " you said, sitting down on the couch next to him.
Harry sighed. "I guess it'd be easier to just show yeh."
You bit your lip and sat back on your feet as he sat up and took the accessories off of him. He started with the hat and his messy curls brought a smile to your face. But that soon faded when he unwrapped the scarf and then took off the sunglasses.
Harry's lip was bloody and swollen. Cuts were in it like someone took a fist to it. His eye was black and blue, bloodshot, and swollen. He looked like he just got into a fight. A strangled scream wanted to come out of your throat.
"Oh my God! What happened?" You asked, scooting over closer to him.
"I got jumped after I got fired."
Your dad was number two at the company right under the CEO. Harry was number 5, but your dad never acted like his boss... well until today. But you were more concerned about someone attacking him.
"YOU GOT WHAT?" you asked.
"Yeah. I didn't want to tell yeh because I didn't yeh to worry," he said quietly.
"Baby," you sighed. "Oh, I wish you would have told me sooner. We could have called the cops or got you medical help!"
He frowned but then winced because it hurt to frown. "'M fine."
"No. You're not!" You got up to go get him ice for his lips and a bag of corn for his eye. When you came back, you put the compresses on his face and he groaned. "Sorry baby."
"S' fine. Thank yeh."
"Do you want to go to the emergency room?" You asked. "I really think you should."
"No," he reached out and grabbed your thigh. "I want to stay here with m' girl, who is the best nurse ever, and just try to forget this whole thing ever happened. Plus all they're gonna give me is ice anyway," he closed his eyes.
"Ok. If you have any pain or blurry vision, you need to tell me, ok?" You sniffled.
He nodded. "Promise, darling. Right now, 'm ok."
Harry frowned and placed the ice back on him. His hands remained on your sides as you sat on his lap. You rested your hands on his chest, pouting at his bruised face. "Do you want to tell me what happened? You don't have to. I'm just... curious."
He sighed and adjusted the ice on his face. You moved to sit on the couch and he laid his head on your lap. "Well, after I got the news that I was fired, yeh called. So I went into the bathroom to talk to yeh. I didn't want to tell yeh over the phone."
"I took m' small box of stuff and walked to m' car. I noticed it already had the tail lights beaten in, so I put the box in the backseat and went to go check it out. Well, that was a bad idea."
"When I walked to the back of the car, someone pushed me to the ground. All I knew next was that m' eye was bruised, only able to see out of the other one. Then the other guy..."
"THERE WERE TWO GUYS?" you asked.
"Yeah," he adjusted the ice on his face. "There weren't too big though. I could've taken them if I saw them comin'."
You ran your hands through his hair. "I know you could've, H."
He continued: "The other guy punched me straight in the lip at least five times. I couldn't get up. I couldn't see. But I could hear... I heard the one guy mumble something. And I heard yer name. Then the other guy said, 'Finish him, Ryan.' And he kicked me in the stomach."
You gasped after hearing the whole story. "Harry..."
"I just laid there—a ringing in my ears and my face in pain. Luckily, one of my coworkers came out 10 minutes later for their lunch break and saw me lying there. They wanted to drive me to the hospital but I said no. I came home and I meant to answer yeh, but I couldn't face yeh. And now we're here."
"Honey, I'm so sorry. Wait... did you say Ryan?" you asked, sitting up a bit.
"Yeah."
"Like Ryan Ryan?" You asked nervously.
"I think so, (Y/N). Him and his friend," Harry closed his eyes as he laid on your lap.
He didn't stay down for long though, as you got up in anger and paced around the room. "So Ryan knows. Dad must have told him. This is great," you chuckled. "He seems more pissed than dad."
Harry sat up. "I think yer dad convinced Ryan and his mate to do this so he wouldn't get in trouble or get fired."
"Yeah. Not like Ryan has a job to worry about," you rolled your eyes.
Harry chuckled, as he laid down on your couch with his eyes closed.
You paced back and forth, a disgusting feeling in your stomach. You literally felt nauseous. Your boyfriend was all beat up and bruised and your brother did it because your dad probably paid him to. Why couldn't they handle this like adults?
You started to hyperventilate and Harry opened his eyes and sat up quickly. "Oh, darling. 'S ok. 'S fine. 'M fine. C'mere."
You sat on his lap, looking down at the button on his shirt because if you looked at his face again you would probably burst out crying. "I'm sorry this happened to you," you whispered.
He shrugged. "Better me than yeh."
"No," you sat up straighter. "It's not. It shouldn't have happened at all. We're fucking adults. If people don't like that THEN OH WELL! But to go to extremes like this just makes me so mad."
"Calm down, baby. Calm down. Shh," he pushed your hair behind your ear. "I know. It sucks. I know. But yeh can't stress over this. It's just going to make it worse."
"THEY BEAT YOU UP HARRY!"
"We can't do anything 'bout it now. It happened," he shrugged.
"Stop being so nonchalant about this, H!" You said, getting up and grabbing your purse. "I'm going to talk to them. So we can solve this like adults."
Despite being in pain, Harry got up and grabbed your arm. "(Y/N), yeh aren't going anywhere near that place. If they do something like this to you, there's no telling what I'll do back to them. And then we'll only see each other through the glass because I'll be in jail. Please. Let them cool down a bit. And then we can talk 'bout it."
"Fine," you sighed and went to sit back down. "And why did they fire you? Was it because of my dad?" You asked.
Harry chuckled. "Technically Rich (the CEO) did the firing but yer dad stood right there and smirked the entire time. Said... they wanted someone younger," he shrugged.
"They just can't do that," you said. "You know this was all my dad's doing, right?"
"Well they did," Harry shrugged again. "And I know. Of course, I know it was. 'S fine. I'll be fine."
You sighed. "I can move back home if you need me to. Don't worry about paying for this."
"No no. 'M fine. Got enough money saved up. Yeh are not going home to that mess (Y/N). Yeh can bet on that," he said.
You touched your neck. "Well, what about my necklace? We can sell it and get the money back."
"Uh no. That was a gift. Thank yeh very much," he said. "We're not returning it."
You sighed and Harry flinched from pain.
You got up. "Wait right there. I'll get you some Tylenol and a wet towel to clean up your lip. Just stay here and rest please," you said, leaning over and kissing him on his exposed cheek.
You went to the kitchen to get a warm towel and rung it out and a glass of water. Then you scurried to the bathroom to get the medicine. But before you exited, you put your hand over your mouth and let out a sob. You couldn't let Harry know you were terrified. You cried a heavy cry, the warm towel turning cold.
After calming down and taking a few heavy breaths, you wiped your eyes, picked up the supplies, and went out to Harry. He groaned but half smiled when you came back. You gave him a half smile, trying to hide your puffy eyes. "Here you go, baby."
Harry sat up and took the medicine down with the water. He removed the ice for a second and sat up, so you could wipe his lip off. "This might sting a little, babe. Just tell me if it does, ok?"
He nodded. You lightly pressed the towel to his lips, wiping off the blood and cleaning the cuts. Harry winced, but it felt good at the same time. He looked into your eyes with his bruised ones and looked so sad.
When you were done cleaning up his lip, you put the towel on the other cuts along his face. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. "There we go. All better."
He pouted.
"What?" You asked.
"A kiss would make it all better," he tried to smirk, but quickly stopped as it hurt.
"Oh, now you want a kiss?" You joked.
He nodded. "Please."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Yeh won't," he said, grabbing your hips. "Need yer kisses for a full recovery."
You shook your head and chuckled. "That's how it works, huh?"
"'S what I heard," he shrugged, with a small smirk.
You leaned forward and placed a small peck on his lips. Harry hummed. "More."
He pulled your chin close and kissed your lips a few times. His hands ran up your sides and tried to sneak his tongue in, but when he opened his mouth more, he grimaced in pain.
You pulled back not wanting to hurt him. "Ok. I think that's enough for now."
You continued to sit on his lap, with your hands on his shoulders until you realized you wanted answers.
"If I can't confront my dad, can I at least call my mom and see if she knows anything?" You asked.
"Be my guest," he said, tired of arguing with you.
You climbed off Harry and grabbed your phone from the table. You hit your mom's contact on your phone and waited for her to pick up. It went to the third ring and then you heard her say "hello?"
"Mom."
"Hey (Y/N). What's up?" She asked.
"Did dad... or Ryan say anything to you today?" You asked.
"No. About what? Ryan's been out all day with one of his friends and your dad just got home from work. Should they have said anything?"
You sighed. "Mom. I don't know how to say this but Harry got up beat up today... and he thinks Ryan and a friend did it."
"WHAT!?!? Is he ok?" She asked, her voice panicky.
"He's fine. Icing his face as we speak. He won't go to the emergency room," you said, looking over at him, who just waved you off. "But he'll be ok."
"Oh that's good to hear.... But why does he think Ryan did it?" She asked.
"Well... when he was lying on the ground practically unconscious, he heard someone say 'Finish him Ryan' and then they stepped on his stomach," you explained.
"(Y/N) I had no idea. I'm so sorry," she said.
"Yeah... well, it's not your fault," you said.
Then you heard a commotion coming over the phone as you heard other voices. It sounded like your brother's. "Honey. He's here now. Want me to ask him?"
"No! It's ok."
You heard your brother speak. "Who's that, mom?"
"Mom, don't tell him-."
"It's (Y/N)," she said before you could stop her.
You sighed. Then you heard him laugh and talk to someone else. "Is she with that old man? Tell her if he comes near her again, he'll have more than just bruises."
You gasped and so did your mom. "RYAN (Y/B/M/N) (Y/L/N). What did you do?!!"
He gulped. "Oops."
Your mouth hung open at your brother's confession.
Back at your old house, your dad clapped your brother on the back with a slight smirk on his face. Score one for them and he was in the clear.
Meanwhile, you hung up the phone and you couldn't resist the lump in your throat and the choked sob that came out.
You sighed heavily. "What did she say?" Harry asked.
On a shaky breath, you said, "He-he confessed."
"What do yeh mean?"
"I heard him when he came inside. He said," you swallowed. "'Is she with that old man again? Tell her if he comes near her again,' he'll have more than br-bruises.'"
Harry just laughed. "Old man."
"That's what you got out of that, Harry!?! He's saying he could break a bone or... worse," you swallowed.
"'M not scared of a 24-year-old boy who had his daddy pay him off, (Y/N). I can handle him," he said, moving the ice in his face.
You didn't answer him, just sat there, crying and thinking. When you didn't answer, Harry took the ice off his face and looked at you. "I can practically hear yeh thinking. What's up?"
You put a hand over your mouth and let out a cry. "Harry...."
"Baby?"
You moved over to sit next to him on the couch and grabbed his hand. You let out a big sigh. "How much do you love me?"
"With m' whole being. Yeh know that, love," he said.
"Then, I need you to- to do something for me."
"What's that?" He asked, rubbing his thumb over your hand.
"I think... well, maybe it might be good if...," you sighed. You let out a shaky breath. Tears were falling out of your eyes as you looked up at his bruised face.
Harry just stared back at you with a loving look, but also one that was in pain. "I-I can't let you go through something like this or worse again... I love you so much and it pains me that this is what it has come to. We were so happy in our bubble and I should have kept it this way, but my stupid family, your best friend decided to be dickwads and do this. I'm sorry H, but.... maybe we should..."
He shifted uncomfortably.
"It might be best," you said in a strained voice as you cried. "If we... took a break."
Harry held his head back and laughed. HE LAUGHED. "Is this because 'm ugly now?" Referencing his beat-up face.
You chuckled through your tears. He always knew how to cheer you up when you were at your lowest. That's what you loved about him. "You're not ugly."
Harry hummed. "We're not breaking up."
"Not breaking up.... Just a break... like Ross and Rachel. And when this all calms down, we can come back to each other," you practically whispered.
"No."
"What?"
"I said 'no.' We're not 'taking a break'," he told you, using air quotes for the last part.
You let out a shaky breath. "But we have to."
"Why? Because I got a bruised face? (Y/N), Love. M' love for yeh is greater than any pain or injury those assholes can give to me. If I lose yeh..." he sucked in a sharp breath. "God, I'd probably fall into a deep depression. M' life has changed fer the better since yeh became mine. And I don't ever want to lose that. Even for a little bit," he explained.
This time you couldn't hold back the sobs that were coming out of you. You were going through such mixed emotions. You tried to talk, but it just came out as a disgusting, spit-filled mess with tears staining your face.
"What?" Harry chuckled at you, wiping a tear off your face.
"You-you shouldn't have to choose between me and your best-best friend, so I'm making that decision," you sobbed.
"(Y/N)...(Y/N) look at me," he said sternly. You looked up at him. "I choose yeh. Every time. A thousand times over. I will choose yeh. Please don't do this."
A tear was starting to fall out of his non-bruised eye. "He's no friend o' mine if he can't cope with us being happy, with us being together. I love yeh so much." He wiped your tears.
You squeezed his hand. "Do you want to watch a movie?"
The side of his face that wasn't beat-up turned up in a smile. "Sure."
And he knew then that you were good.
~~~~~~~~~~~
About a week had gone by and you and Harry were still together, but you hadn't had sex since the whole blow-up, just not in the mood lately. You had some steamy makeout sessions, but then Harry's face hurt, and when it went further you almost felt... guilty. So it just didn't go any further.
His face was healing. He told you were the best nurse and since he didn't have to work, he stayed at your place, so you could baby him and take care of him. You didn't mind though. He even brought his cat and her supplies over.
You came home from work one day and gave Harry a big kiss when you walked into your bedroom. He was lying under your covers, coming out of a sleepy haze from your nap. "How are you feeling?"
"Much better now that yer here," he smiled.
You smiled back as you changed out of your work clothes and into your pajamas. "Listen, my boss put a job offer out. You have a job if you want it. You don't have to stay forever, but it's something for now if you want."
"Oh. Thank yeh baby. I... don't think I want to start anything new until m' face heals. But I will check it out," he said.
"Ok," you smiled. "That's fine."
You sat down on the bed and your whole body just tensed.
"Baby," Harry pulled you closer to him.
"Mmm. Sorry. I'm not really in the mood..."
"No no. Just wanna cuddle yeh. Yeh seem tense. That's all," he shrugged.
"Oh. Ok," you sat back, your back to his chest. You hummed as he pulled up your shirt and ran a hand over your tummy.
"Yer so beautiful," he whispered in your ear. "I don't tell yeh that enough."
"You tell me all the time," you chuckled and blushed.
"Mmm. But I should tell yeh more," he said. You had been stress eating lately and your stomach felt it was so bloated, but Harry thought you never looked sexier.
You had opted to wear an oversized shirt and panties. He lifted your shirt up and massaged your legs, eventually moving his hands to your hips. Out of all of your body parts, for some reason, your hips drove him the wildest... besides, well you know.
He growled a little in your ear as he snapped the thin string of your panties near your hips. "So sexy."
You bit your lip. "Stooop, H." Even though you didn't want him to.
"We don't have to have sex. I just want to admire m' girlfriend's gorgeous body," he said.
"But you're turning me on," you said.
"Aww," he kissed under your ear. "Yer pretty pussy getting wet?"
You nodded, swallowing thickly. "Sorry. I'll stop." He took his hands out of your panties and you whined. He just rubbed over your thighs.
You sighed. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry," he said. "I get it."
"You do?"
"Yeah," he continued to massage your legs. "Sex would just make yeh feel... almost guilty. Like we'd be thinkin' of yer dad the entire time. Like we shouldn't be doing... it."
"YES!" you said, turning to look up at him. "Oh my God. You do get it. You get me."
"'Course I do, baby."
You sighed. "Will we ever get back to normal?" You played with his fingers. "Cause I miss you."
"'M right here, darling," he kissed your pulse point.
"I know. I mean... being intimate with you."
"Oh.... I miss it too. And I'll be here whenever yer ready," he let you know.
"Well.... Maybe we could do something." You were feeling horny even though your mind was trying to reject it.
"Like what?"
"Well, what you were doing before felt nice.. and... you know, I wouldn't stop you if you put your fingers in my panties," you said. "We can at least try it and see..."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmm," your mouth dry. "I think I could use... a stress relief."
"Ok baby," he said, moving his hands back up to your hips. "If yeh want me to stop, yeh need to tell me."
You nodded.
Harry continued to slip his hands into your panties. "So sexy," he growled. He could feel how warm your core was already and it made him moan low.
His hands moved in front of your pussy and your breath picked up a bit. He took both hands and separated your lips, running a finger up and down your center slowly. You gasped. Your clit hadn't been touched since your birthday so it was super sensitive. "Ahh. God."
"This ok still? I can stop," he said.
"No. Don't stop," you said low.
Harry smiled and took his rough thumb and rubbed your clit slowly. You grabbed onto his arm. "Mmm. Mmm."
"My beautiful baby," he cooed in your ear. "Being so good."
Your stomach clenched at his words and you gasped. "Harry."
"I know baby. Yeh still ok?"
You nodded. "Gr-Great."
"Good... can I put a finger in yeh?"
You moaned. "Please."
"Maybe two?" He asked.
"Put all of them in me," you said breathlessly. "Just don't stop."
Harry chuckled and slipped two fingers into your slick hole. "Oh. Look at that. Went right in. So wet fer me, baby."
You bit your lip and turned your head towards Harry. "Fuck," you whispered.
"Feel good?"
Your mouth hung open and you nodded. "So good."
"Want yeh to cum on m' fingers, ok? Whenever yer ready," Harry pecked your lips.
You nodded again. "I need you to keep going."
"I'll do this all night if yeh need, m'kay? As long as yer feeling good."
You were panting as he sped up his fingers a little bit more. "More."
"Want another one?"
"Please."
Harry opened you up more and stuck a third finger in and you gasped. "So tight, baby."
You clenched around his fingers and Harry moaned. He curled his fingers up to reach your spongy spot and your thighs started to tremble.
"Mmm," you moaned.
"Need yeh to cum, love. Let all that stress out," he said in your ear.
His words sent you over the edge and you came on his fingers. You kept clenching until your orgasm subsided and you caught your breath. Harry moaned behind you. "Good girl," he said.
When you stopped clenching and shaking, Harry pulled his fingers out of you. He put them in his mouth and sucked, missing the taste of your sweet core.
"Shit," you panted.
"Was that ok?" He asked after he took his fingers out of his mouth.
"Thank you, H," you said. Harry kissed your ear. "I think I needed that."
"Me too... and no thoughts of yer dad, right?" Harry asked.
"No," you chuckled. "Definitely not."
"Good. Now, come cuddle," he said, pulling you close to him.
"I have to change my underwear now, but as soon as I do, I'm all yours," you said, getting up and going into your drawer to get a pair of boy shorts.
You climbed back onto the bed and pecked Harry's lips. "Want me to make you cum now?"
"No," Harry said, wrapping his arms around you. "I want to cuddle."
He put the blanket over you and pulled you close, rubbing your stomach gently. You stayed wrapped up and made small talk until you got hungry and had some dinner.
At dinner, Harry encouraged you to go out this weekend with your friends and have fun. "Dance, drink, get a little crazy. Yeh deserve it. Yeh work so hard."
You giggled. "I think I will. But I'm not inviting Jade. She's getting on my nerves."
"I think I just fell in love with yeh even more," Harry said, putting his fisted hands under his chin.
You giggled again. "Ok. I'll text them when we're done eating."
"Good girl," he said, kissing your forehead.
~~~~~~~
You curled your hair for the night out and then put on a long-sleeved maroon crop top, high-rise skinny jeans, and knee boots.
Things seemed to be getting back to normal between you and Harry. Although you still hadn't had sex yet, but you did make out and did a little hand action.
Harry was still staying over at your place, his face healing beautifully now. He leaned against your bedroom door in a t-shirt and sweats and smiled.
As you put your earrings in and applied some make-up, you caught his eyes in the mirror. "Hi," you blushed.
"Hey. Are yeh single? Because," he whistled low. "I wanna take yeh out," he joked.
You giggled. "Mmm. Sorry. I have a very protective, hot, strong, older boyfriend, who gets very jealous and territorial over me, but I'm flattered."
He walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "I don't get jealous."
"No?" You raised an eyebrow. "Do you remember Kyle?"
"Kyle was a nimwit," he said, kissing your neck. You giggled. "Yeh look so hot. 'M tempted to just keep yeh here."
"See? Territorial," you joked.
He lightly swatted your butt. "Finish getting ready, brat."
His pet name set your tummy turning. You applied the rest of your make-up and grabbed your clutch. Harry offered to drive you because he knew you would be drinking. You told him you could take an Uber, but he insisted.
You got into his car and he drove you to the dance club, just 15 minutes away. "And call me when yer done. I'll be at m' place with Honey (his cat). So, I'll be on m' cell, ok?"
You nodded and pecked his lips. "Ok. Love you."
You were about to grab the door handle when he grabbed your arm. "I love yeh. Not 'love yeh'."
"I love you, H," you smiled.
"Good girl. I love yeh too. Now, have fun, be careful, and if any boy hits on yeh make sure to show them a picture of me," he said.
You chuckled. "Pretty sure any guy here couldn't make a girl cum, so we're good."
Harry chuckled. "Have fun, baby."
"Thanks!"
You got out of the car and met up with Carly and Whitney, who hugged you. You needed this night out with your friends. You were planning on getting a bit drunk, not passed out drunk, but just enough to take the edge off.
You entered the club and got some drinks. You made sure to hold onto them as you danced because no one can be trusted here.
After dancing for what felt like an hour, you all sat down and talked a bit and then drank a little more than you should have.
The night went on and you danced, ate, talked, drank, and mingled. Carly, in her drunken haze, came up with a crazy idea. "What if we got tattoos?"
"YES!" you said, slamming your drink down. "Let's go!"
You all got into an Uber and headed to the tattoo shop in town. Carly got a flower on her ankle, and Whitney got a cat on her shoulder. You didn't even hesitate to think about what you were going to get. You hopped up on the table and sucked in a breath as the needle poked your skin.
After the tattoos were done, you all got into an Uber again and it dropped you off at Harry's house. After your vision came back into focus, you put your key in his door and opened it. You stumbled in and hiccuped.
Harry came running out of his bedroom. "DARLING! I told yeh to call m' when yeh wanted to come home."
"Mmm. We took an Uber," you said, your eyes half closed.
"I know," he rubbed your back. "That's why I said to call m'."
"I'm fine," you hiccuped and gestured to your body. "See?"
He shook his head. "Did yeh have fun?"
"So much fun," you hummed. "We got wasteddd."
"Yeah? I would have never of known," Harry chuckled.
"Needed to forget my dad," you said, lifting your arm and gesturing, pretending to push him away. "Fuck him. I hate him."
"Yeh don't hate him," Harry said.
"Yes, I do. He hasn't talked to me in weeks and tried to tear us apart. I hate him and you should too," you booped his nose.
"Sure. Ok, baby. Let's get yeh to bed," Harry said, taking off your boots.
"Mmm. So we can have sex?" You asked.
"No. So, yeh can sleep this off."
You pouted. "Mmm. But I want to have sex."
Now, now she wants to have sex after weeks and she's stone cold drunk, Harry thought. But he knew better than to give in to you when you were like this.
"NO (Y/N)!" he scolded.
You got down on your knees, right in front of him, and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Please. Let me just... give you a little blowie."
Harry cupped your chin and rubbed his thumb over your lips, letting you suck on the digit when it entered your mouth. "Mmm."
"Come on. Let's go to bed," he said, popping his thumb out of your mouth.
You got up and followed him, as he took your hand and dragged you to his room. He placed you on the bed and went to his drawers to get a change of clothes for you. When he turned around, Harry saw you struggling to take your shirt off. He chuckled and helped you and then unclasped your bra.
"Arms up," he said, as he put a sleep shirt on you.
You groaned. "Mmm. I thought we were having sex."
"I already told yeh no (Y/N). Lay back."
Your eyes lit up as he took off your pants and underwear. But they fell once he put a pair of shorts on. "You're mean!" You pouted.
He ignored your attempt at trying to get him riled up and climbed into bed. "Come on. Nighty night," he pulled the covers up. "I love yeh."
"Mmm. I love you too," you said.
When he turned off the light, he turned back to you and pulled you in close. It was quiet for a minute before you whispered. "Harry."
a/n: Hi, this chapter was a little emotional to write and I just couldn't go through with the breakup, so you're welcome. Please be sure to re blog and leave feedback.
You woke up to your stomach cramping up. You were sure that Mother Nature has visited to torture you for the month. You saw your boyfriend,Harry sprawled out on the king size bed beside you. You went to the washroom and did your business. Then you came back for a good night sleep.
The sun was rising through the largest window beside your bedside. You turn to find your boyfriend staring at you with those beautiful emerald eyes. Harry coos, “Good morning m’baby”. You blushed. Even though you and Harry were together for more than a year now, you would still blush hard whenever he called you baby, his baby. “Good morning bub” you reply back. Harry just cuddled you closer. Your head was on his chest. His hands were around your waist. He was cooing sweet nothings into you ears to get you to wake up.
Harry wanted to leave for work soon but he wanted to hold his baby a little longer too. But if he didn’t get his arse up now, he would be late for the interview now.
Harry asks , “What is your plan for the day m’baby?”.
“I have to complete the project for m’graduation. So I’m meeting some friends to discuss something in the cafe near sees shop bubby” you say.
Then Harry got out of bed and kissed your forehead. He needed a quick shower before he went for work. Normally you would shower but considering the bloody condition down there you decided not to join him today.
You want downstairs to make a quick breakfast. You made waffle with a lot of chocolate chips for sees shop which you and Harry loved. Both of you ate while having small talks. The Harry left for work.
You took a slow hot shower to remove the knots on your back. Then took care of your lady business. Then you took off to meet your friends at the cafe to discuss about your project. You met your friends Sienna and Joseph at the cafe. You guys ordered some coffee and some deserts and discussed the finalisations regarding the project. Then you returned home.
Your back was aching. And your stomach was cramping. You wanted to cry. All you wanted to do was cry to Harry and watch your favourite movie while eating milk butter chew and have a long night of sleep.
You were holding back tears. But then you decided to take a hot steamy bath to soothe the nerves. You filled the bath with dried rose petals and some strawberry bubbles. You stripped off your clothes and got in. The hot steamy water did soothe your nerves and removed the knots on your back. You got out and got dressed.
You went down to sit on the massive Ivory couch on your guys’ living room. You were sprawled out on the couch with a pack of potato chips on your bloated belly.
You heard Harry’s car coming down the driveway. The you heard the keys rattling. You heard his shoes.
Then Harry appeared down the front door with tired eyes after working for a long day. Harry hugged you tightly and then kissed your temple.
Harry’s lips were pouty. You kissed his pouty lips. “Take that pout of your lips bubby” you said. “I have a party to attend baby. Please please please accompany m’baby”, Harry asked you.
“I’m tired baby. My back is aching”,you said thinking he would take the hint. “Please baby after getting back from the party I will rub your back and give you a massage m’heart”, Harry said and pouted. He used your favourite nickname knowing your would agree. “My pouty bastard” , you thought.
You agreed nevertheless. Harry went to change into his party attire. He wore a silk shirt and black skinny jeans with Gucci boots. Your belly was bloated because of your period so you wore a maxi dress. You and Harry got into your guys’ car and drove to the party location.
You and Harry entered the party. Everyone at the party were having the time of their lives. You saw Niall and Amelia chatting up,at the foyer. You waved at them and they waved you back. You saw Perrie and Jade. They hugged you. You guys were talking. Harry saw some music producer he wanted to meet. So he excused himself.
You were talking to Pez about her new baby boy and motherhood. She was showing pictures baby Axel. You were cooing over baby axel’s pictures. Perrie asked , “When are we getting a baby styles y/n?”. You cheeks heated up. Jade and Perrie were laughing their asses off at your reaction. “Shut up girls” you said. Jade said she wanted a drink. So you accompanied her.
When you returned Perrie pulled you aside. Before you could ask her what was up. She said , “Love you leaked through your dress.” Your hands went instinctively to your back side. But she assured you that due to the lighting it was not that tad visible.
You thought you should suck it up and enjoy the party but now you definitely wanted to go home and sleep in your comfy bed in your pjs.
Harry wa still talking to the music producer. So you went up to Harry. “Hey bubby. I want to go home. My back is aching. Please bubby”. Due to the lighting at the party harry could not see you clearly.
“ Y/N I need to talk to him about the next music video I am releasing baby. Can we leave after half an hour” Harry said. “ Please baby it’s an emergence I want to go home” you said.
“Y/N I said I am busy. Can you stop bothering me? Stop being so annoying for gods sake” he whisper yelled so that the music producer would not over hear his harsh tone.
Your eyes filled with tears. “Fuck me hormomes” you thought.
“Screw you ,Harry” you yelled at him with tears in your eyes.
You left the party. You called Ronald, your and Harry’s driver. And asked him to drive you home. He happily obliged.
You reached home and went to your guys’ bedroom You took off your dress and got into your pjs. You used your makeup remover and took off your makeup. You thought of the way Harry talked to you and tears started rolling down the apples of yore tear stained cheeks.
You thought of sleeping in the couch and decided against it owing to your aching muscles in the back. You decided to sleep in your guys’ guest room.
You slept once your head hit the pillow because of your long day and your period medications.
Harry came home. He was sweating profusely. He was nervous. He wanted to apologise to his baby. He was definitely out of order, calling the love of his life, annoying. As soon as he got out of the car, he quickly ran up to the bedroom. But he did not find you in the bed.
Harry started panicking. He thought you left him. But your stuff was there and he ran up around the house until he heard the sound of the air conditioner running in the guest room. Then he saw his baby with tear stained cheeks sprawled out on the bed. He wanted to apologise but he didn’t want to wake her either. He returned to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothing.
He went into the bathroom and then he saw the period medications. Harry mentally cursed himself for being such an ass to his baby. He quickly checked the period calendar he had for you. Then his eyes landed on the stained underwear and maxi dress. Now he felt way worse for not talking care of his baby when she was clearly not comfortable.
The next morning you woke up to the smell freshly made pancakes. You rubbed your eyes and woke up. You felt damp lips place kiss on your forehead. You didn’t reciprocate the kiss like you usually would do. Harry whispered , “Good morning m’love. I’m sorry m’heart. I’m really sorry. I feel awful for shouting at you. I’m really sorry baby. You can shout at me all you want. I’m really sorry m’baby”.
Harry’s pupils dilated with regret waiting for you to yell. But you didn’t. You slowly walked up to the bathroom leaving him surprised at your silence.
When you returned form the bathroom. Harry was not in the guest room . You went downstairs and your stomach started grumbling to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup.
Harry was flipping the pancakes. He was only wearing his boxers. His eyes were a bit red and his face did not hold the golden glow which would always be present.
Harry saw you and gave an awkward smile. You hated this feeling . Uncomfortable in front of your own boyfriend. He placed the pancakes on your plate.
You ate in silence. He started making small talks after apologising. Buy you didn’t reply to any of his sweet gestures.
Your stomach was craving some of your favourite chocolate. So after finishing your pancakes. You went to the cabinet in the kitchen where you and Harry kept the chocolate. But to your surprise it was empty. You were disappointed. Your eyes started to water. But you didn’t want to cry infornt of Harry. So you went back to your guys’ room to take a bath.
Harry saw what you were looking for. He quickly went to the sees shop down the street and bought you your favourite milk butter chews. He then stopped by the flower shop and bought you the daisies which you love.
Harry knocked on the bathroom door. “Baby can I come in?” Harry asked. “Yes Harry” you said. Harry was happy that you let him in but you didn’t call him bubby his bubby, he made a mental note that you were still upset about last night.
“Baby can we talk?” Harry asked. You simply nodded. He sat beside you near the bathtub you were sitting in. Harry cupped his hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes and said , “M’heart I’m really sorry for calling you annoying last night. I hated sleeping without you by my side and waking up without you near me. I’m really sorry you are no where near annoying. I didn’t check your period calendar, I’m really sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me darling.” His eyes were watering at this point.
You didn’t want your bubby to cry. You hugged him tightly. “ I forgive you. But don’t repeat it again” you said. But then you realised you were naked. You looked into Harry’s eyes and averted your eyes quickly. Heat rose up to the apples your cheeks. Harry was blushing too. He gave you the towel he put in the dryer for you.
You quickly dressed up in your favourite hoodie and a cotton shorts and went downstairs. Harry stood with a cute smile and gave you the daisies which he bought for you. “I’m sorry baby” Harry said . You said, “It’s okay Harry” and accepted the flowers
But the smile in Harry’s face disappeared. His eyebrows turned into a frown and his lips turned into a pout. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “You didn’t call me YOUR bubby” he said. Just to mess with him you said, “Okay HARRYYYYY”.
“Heyyyyyyy baby please call me your bubby” Harry pleaded with cute pouty lips which you wanted to kiss.
You went into the kitchen and harry followed you like a lost puppy trailing behind you. You opened your fridge and there it was your favourite box of sees milk butterchews. You eyes lit up. You quickly grabbed the box. And popped one into your mouth. The yummy flavour melting on your tongue.
“Thank you bubby” you said. Harry’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. And he kissed you, you kissed him back.
He pulled away out of breath and whispered, “M’heart you just taste like milk butterchews”.
You both giggled loudly.
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