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Hello everyone!! My dear friend @hes-writer has posted another part of her 'One Of My Own' series and unfortunately it didn't get the attention it needed. Go and show her some love!!❤

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* = complete, ^ = in-progress, + = will be posted on tumblr, (s) = smut (implied or mentioned) writing count: 78 pieces

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This is a reupload of my masterlist with sneak peeks of each piece so you know what's up :D

Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras

* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates

He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. “Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.

^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors

Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.

“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.

Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1)  - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1)  (2)  - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay.  Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter.  Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body.  The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms.  He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut.  Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied.  That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N.  She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling.  If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut.  But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority.  “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

[hes-writer]

Favourite

Summary: Harry likes one of his children less

Warnings: angst

Word Count: 4.1k

Based on: where harry plays favourites with his kids and doesn't like one of his daughters because she was an ‘accident’ baby

Part 2

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It was a quarter past midnight when Beatrice received a text from her younger, Caleb, to open the door for him. Their door was braced by a few locks that could only be unlocked from the inside. Caleb went to a friend’s party tonight, telling their parents that he would be home before 12 and he was already twenty minutes late. Beatrice knew that he had nothing to worry about-- that he could return the next morning and their dad wouldn’t bat an eyelash at him-- but Caleb’s worries insisted on looking at his older sister for help. 

Beatrice heard the sound of tiny footsteps padding against the hallway earlier in the night, indicating that the youngest Styles’ child, Ruby, was already cuddled up in bed with her stuffed toys. Her mom also peeked her head through the door to say ‘goodnight’, so Tris assumed that both her parents went up to their bedroom. 

However, she was caught off guard when she heard the front door suddenly open, leaving her freezing at the top of the staircase. She hears the locks unbuckle from their place, the door slightly creaking as it was pushed open and she could hear Caleb faintly gasp at who was on the other side. Beatrice moves slowly as to not make any noise, trying to catch a view of the two men. 

“Do you know what time it is?” Harry asks with a disappointed look, Beatrice assumes.

Caleb mumbles a response, apologizing right afterwards with a guilty tone. 

Her dad sighs, patting his son’s back twice, “Just text me if you’re gonna come home late.”

Beatrice feels her heart sink upon hearing her dad’s response. Granted, she never wanted her brother to get in trouble, and he didn’t! Which was okay, if she was being honest, but she couldn’t help but feel an itch in her throat to yell how unfair Harry was being. Only a few days ago did he ground her for the weekend because she came home past her curfew. He assumed the worst; that Beatrice was off doing drugs, smoking or having sex like a typical 17-year old when in reality she just barely dragged her sleepy body out of the library from a long day of studying for an exam and working on a group project due on the same day. 

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the footsteps coming both from behind her and in front of her. Her mum laid a hand on her shoulder, gently asking if she was okay. Her mum’s tired eyes showcased that she was the only one that was asleep and Harry probably stayed in the home office to work on some documents. Beatrice nods just as her dad and Caleb round the corner to see them. 

“Why are you still awake? Go to sleep,” Harry says gruffly to his daughter, staring at her with judging eyes as if she was the one who came home late. Y/N opens her mouth to defend her daughter from her husband but he briskly walks away before anything could be said.

Caleb gives his mum a timid smile and a kiss to her cheek, hands jammed in his pockets as he hesitantly bid Beatrice a goodnight before closing the door to his room adjacent to hers. 

“You alright, Tris?” Y/N asks, using a nickname that was bittersweet. Somehow, Caleb Ruby and her mom all called her by that nickname. Harry, however, was settled on spitting out Beatrice whenever he addressed her. She never understood why. 

Beatrice bobs her head, giving her mum a reassuring smile, knuckling at her eyes for being up so late. “Can I go to brunch at Ollie’s tomorrow?” She questions in hopes of having her mum agree. It was a Sunday tomorrow and Beatrice has yet to miss brunch with her best friend, Oliver, and she didn’t plan to start now. 

Y/N looks at the direction of the closed bedroom door where Harry was, biting her lip as she looked at her daughter’s pleading eyes. “Your dad won’t be pleased..”

Beatrice felt her throat dry up, nodding quickly in response despite her disappointment.

“It’s okay. I get it.”

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The next morning came sooner than Beatrice wanted it to. She spent the rest of the early morning texting Oliver her frustration’s about her ‘punishment’ and how Caleb only received a warning. She was still bitter over that but forced herself to accept the situation. After all, it was only one brunch that she’ll be missing. 

Beatrice brushed her teeth to get ready for the last day of the weekend, slipping on her slippers before making her way to the kitchen to make breakfast for her whole family. Her mum suggested that the two eldest children should have a designated day to prepare breakfast to teach responsibility and all that. Today was Beatrice’s day. 

As soon as she came off the stairs, the scent of eggs and bacon filled her nose, making her tilt her head in confusion. She entered the dining room cautiously, uncertain if she woke up too late but the clock on the wall indicated that it was only nine in the morning; she was early. 

“Good morning, Tris!” Caleb greeted, clad in an apron and both hands occupied with a pan and spatula. She shot him a look of ‘what’s going on’.

“Morning, Bea” Ruby’s baby voice reached her ears, the nickname coming out as ‘bee’ instead of ‘bey-uh’. From the corner of her eye, she could see her dad shifting his grip on the newspaper. 

“Hi Rubes, what’s going on?” 

Y/N smiled to herself, walking in on a picture-perfect family. Harry sitting at the end of the table with the morning paper keeping him occupied, Caleb watching over the sizzling eggs cooking on the pan, and her two daughters sharing a laugh as the sun glared against the transparency of the window. 

The food was served soon enough, breakfast foods being plated in front of the family and for a moment did Beatrice forget about her missed tradition. 

“Thank you for cooking today, Caleb” Her mum said as she passes the plate of bacon to Harry. Caleb smiled gratefully at Y/N’s compliment. 

“At least someone was responsible enough to do so,” Harry quipped before shoving a spoonful in his mouth, piercing green eyes landing on Beatrice staring down at her own plate of food. 

The atmosphere of the room shifted when the eldest daughter failed to meet her father’s stare, watery eyes glazing over behind her partially closed lids, willing herself not to shed tears at the slight dig of her responsibility. Beatrice took a deep breath, lifting her head to glance around, seeing her mum reach her hand out to both her and Harry as if to calm the tension between them. 

“I’m sorry, Dad. I’ll cook both days next weekend,” Beatrice answered, making a split decision to miss her volunteering shift at the library on Saturday morning to please Harry. 

“It’s only fair,” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Bakey!” Ruby yelled, her chubby 3-year old hands pointing at the curated meat,  allowing the rest to breathe out heavily.

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“I didn’t mean to get you in trouble,” Caleb explained, taking the wet dish from his sister and drying it with a rug.

Beatrice brushed it off, her day was already shit and she didn’t want to dwell on it too much. “It’s fine. It’s not your fault,”

He bumped his hip to hers, “I know you’ve got that library shift on Saturday, want me to talk to Dad?” For a moment, Beatrice almost agreed at his suggestion before her mind conjured hypothetical situations in which her dad would shade her inability to keep her word. 

She shook her head ‘no’, shutting her mouth the moment Harry walked in the room to grab a glass of water, barely acknowledging them in a haste. 

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Being Harry Styles’ daughter came with its perks, although Beatrice had yet to experience them. Sure, she could have everything she could ever want at the snap of her fingers, but Harry and Y/N made sure to teach their kids the value of money. They were only spoiled on their birthdays or holidays. Y/N even encouraged them to get proper jobs and all that. Beatrice didn’t mind, preferring to have the means to stand on her own two feet from the ground up instead of mooching off of her dad’s riches. 

It also meant that she couldn’t let just anyone get close to her--as warned by her parents-- not everyone is as genuine as they seem. And Beatrice took their advice seriously, having seen the repercussions of it first-hand. The earliest memory of it was when she was in elementary school. Beatrice was 8-years old when her best friend’ at the time, Leah, had an older sister that slyly dropped hints of her dream as a singer by asking little Tris to mention her name in exchange for playdates. She was a shy kid and was so happy that Leah was nice enough to befriend her after she spent recess by herself on the swings. Luckily, her mum managed to see through the facade before it could get any worse, confronting Leah’s older sister about her true intentions. In the end, Leah’s kindness was only a ploy to get close to Harry. She bullied Beatrice after that. 

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Since then, Beatrice has been wary of who she spoke too, assuming the worst in every one or never letting them slip past the acquaintance-to-friendship barrier. Her conversations existed within the realm of school-related discussions and she was often alone wherever she went; not like there was much talking involved in watching a movie but Beatrice often wished that she had someone to talk to in-person. Her ‘friends’ were virtual, often living on the other side of the world but it was her best option. At least she could pretend to be somebody else aside from Beatrice Styles. 

And that’s where Oliver came along! They hit it off right from the beginning of high school. Oliver was new in town and Beatrice was, well, she was alone. The pair were bound to befriend each other. Beatrice was appreciative to have a friend like Ollie. For all the years she’s known him (a whopping four years), Oliver had never betrayed her trust. She felt as though their friendship could last a lifetime. He was the person that she confided in whenever the pressure from everything became too much. Whenever her dad lectured on about another thing she did wrong, or when her mum repeatedly asked her about what she wanted to do after high school. Oliver was the first to hear of it, not like she had any others to confide in. 

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Of course, Beatrice was blindsided by her recent revelation. At first, she thought that Oliver was angry at her for missing Sunday brunch the weekend prior--although, it left her confused because he mentioned that it was okay--but apparently it wasn’t. She spent the last two days in a state of uncertainty. Oliver had avoided her presence in the school, ignoring her messages and refusing to answer her calls. Beatrice was concerned that her best friend was in trouble, so she decided to visit his house after school. Oliver’s mum greeted her with open arms, asking why she hasn’t been around the past couple of days. Beatrice could only shrug so many times until she left her alone, sitting on Ollie’s bed for hours. 

She watched the sun sliver its last light, distracting her from her homework for a bit and Oliver still hasn’t come home. It was nearing seven in the evening, having been four hours since she walked through his home. At the back of her mind, Beatrice thought that her mum might be worried but she luckily sent her a text earlier of her whereabouts. Her dad barely noticed her absence, or presence, unless she did something he didn’t like anyway. 

For the past days did Beatrice spend her time worrying about Oliver--his well-being and his safety-- only to be stabbed straight in the back. Oliver had betrayed her trust by running his mouth around the school, selling her secrets for cash. It was completely brutal and unethical, but he did it anyway.  He scouted Beatrice to spill her mind on him and he took advantage of her. She swore she never felt her heart crack more than ever hearing her former-best friend admit that their friendship was as good as swept dust. Sadness washed over her, then anger directed to him but mostly at herself for lacking good judgement. She didn’t really expect him to do a complete 180 after years of friendship. Fear took over soon enough, watching Oliver’s eyes harden when she asked what he had spread. Her heart pounded, worry trapped infinitely inside her mind because even when she was experiencing the loss of her only friend, Beatrice had to face the wrath of her parents. 

She couldn’t even be sad for herself. Instead, she had to think of her family. Her dad’s squeaky clean image could be tarnished all because of his daughter feeling inferior to his fatherly love, complaining to what she thought was a friend. 

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Beatrice spent the rest of the night at a 24-hour movie theater, sitting on the old, worn-out cushion seats, hearing the winded flickering of the projector behind her. The smell of popcorn fumed from the lobby made its way up her nose. Her eyes glazed over with tears as her chest clutched in on herself to try to suppress the sobs clawing its way from her throat. There were only three other people in the theater; she didn’t want to be another inconvenience. 

She turned off her phone the moment she walked out of Oliver’s home along with a non-existing friendship and a weight looming on her shoulders. Beatrice wanted to be alone. She could deal with her parents later. Her mum would understand if she explains it to her. 

Her mind ran through the memories Oliver and her shared, all of them were meaningless now. She wanted to know how it felt like to have a friend but instead, she got something worse. There are only so many people in Beatrice’s life that truly cared about her. One was Oliver, then her mum and Caleb. She was sure that Harry cared about her to some extent, probably the bare minimum of fatherhood--that doesn’t really count. Her dad would most likely hate her even more once news outlets got a hold of the ‘rumours’---were they really rumours if they were actually true?

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Harry was walking back and forth the living room of their home, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt as his mind wondered where his daughter could be. It was a quarter past twelve in the morning and he felt a sense of deja vu crawling up his spine. Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, flicking through the channels.

“Where do you think she is?” 

Y/N looked up at him, “She said she’s at Oliver’s house,”

“Still? I never trusted that boy,” He replied with a condescending tone. 

“We have to trust Tris. She knows what’s right and wrong. She’s smart.” Y/N pressed the button on her phone, checking if Beatrice had texted. 

Harry flinched at the nickname, guilt gnawing at his heart. “Well, I don’t think she is. She’s an irresponsible little girl who can’t even follow her own curfew!” 

Y/N hushed Harry, reminding him that their other two children were sound asleep upstairs. “Be quiet, H”

He stared at her in disdain, pursing his lips. Y/N knew he had more to say. 

The voices from the television were loud enough to mask the key unlocking the front door. Luckily, the indoor locks weren’t switched. Beatrice tiptoed through the house, muffled noises coming from the living room. She held her breath when she heard Harry’s voice sifting in the room she was in. 

“She’s something else, isn’t she?” He shook his head as if to mock Beatrice, “Completely unreliable. Why does she even have a phone?”

Beatrice felt her red eyes watering again, rubbed sore from the previous tears, and she felt as if she cried a river today.  His wife reprimanded him of his words, reminding him that Beatrice is capable of taking care of herself. 

“I just don’t understand how someone can be so stubborn! Look at Caleb and Ruby, they listen to me. It’s like she’s not even my child,” 

Beatrice heard her mum gasp, “Harry!”

“What?”

Y/N sighed, “I know that we didn’t exactly plan her, but she’s still your daughter.”

It was Beatrice’s turn to gasp in disbelief. Big news seemed to reserve itself for today. 

“I understand that. I love her, I do. But like you said, she’s an accident.” 

Beatrice decided to show her presence in the house. Coming out of the shadows, her uneven breaths struggled to shakily greet her parents, “I-I’m home.”

Both heads snapped in her direction, wide eyes wonder if she heard any of that. Y/N was quick to wrap her daughter in a hug, cupping her cheeks in her hands, asking if she was hurt and where she had gone but Beatrice stayed stoic, frozen in place. She stared at her father’s angry eyes with no emotion; everything was making sense. She always felt as if her dad didn’t love her as much as he did Caleb and Ruby; she thought it was all in her head. Everything was clearer now. Why he was unfair, why he gazed at her with a hint of disdain, and why he favoured her siblings over her. 

“Where have you been?” His voice a mere whisper, almost menacing if Beatrice wasn’t void of emotions already. 

“Why do you care? I’m an accident, remember?” Beatrice responded, earning a squeeze from her mother’s hand. “I’ll be in my room.” She proceeded to walk upstairs, wanting nothing but to flop on her bed and cry once more. 

“Beatrice! You’re grounded for a whole month,” Harry yelled after her, his palm grasping the handles of the staircase. “And I don’t want you seeing Oliver again.”

He was surprised when she turned around so fast that it almost knocked him down, “You don’t have to worry about that.”

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Beatrice’s door slammed shut after a few moments, Harry and Y/N looked at each other at the sound. She raised her brows at him, disappointment loitering her eyes. 

“Did you see her eyes, Harry?”

“No, what about them?” He huffed, entering the kitchen for a glass of water. He raised the glass up to his mouth.

“She was crying,”

“So?”

Y/N shook her head at him, “You’re unbelievable,”

“She’s faking it. Probably wants to get out of her punishment,”

“Harry, I understand how you feel about her being conceived. But as I said, she’s still your daughter. I know you love her, maybe you should show it some time,”

He scoffed at her words, “What do you mean? She knows I love her,” He meant to say it confidently, but the look Y/N was giving him caused his breath to falter. “Doesn’t she?” Harry’s voice was laced in insecurity. 

“You can’t be serious! Are you aware of how you treat her? I’ve talked to her about it and she told me not to do or say anything because she is waiting for the day you realize it yourself,” 

“I’m not a bad person,”

“I know you’re not,” Y/N sighed out “But you’re a terrible father to Tris,” He flinched at the nickname. “You can’t even call her by her nickname.”

“You’re right. I’ll apologize,”

“Maybe not right now. I’ll go talk to her first,” Harry gulped, nodding his head in agreement.

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Nothing hurts more than the sight of Beatrice sobbing against her pillow. Her small whimpers cracking with every sob puncturing the fluff of the material. 

“Oh honey,” Y/N comforted, stroking her daughter’s hair gently. “It’s going to be fine,”

Beatrice flinched at the sudden touch, willing herself to control her sobs. “It’s not. Dad’s going to hate me even more,”

“Your dad doesn’t hate you,”

“Yes, he does!” Beatrice shouted with a hoarse voice. “He treats me so unfairly. I don’t think I can remember when he said he loved me either,”

On the other side of the slightly ajar door, Harry sat with his back against the wall, hearing his daughter’s sobs and confessions about her thoughts. He could tell that Y/N was speechless, not having the words to reject her words. 

“O-Ollie isn’t my friend anymore,” 

Harry’s ears perked up at the news, straining his neck further towards the room. 

“Why’s that?” Y/N asked, moving her hand to Beatrice’s back.

“He used me, Mum.”

Harry felt anger expanding in his body, assuming the worst.

“He told me that he only became friends with me because I’m Harry Styles’ daughter,” Harry couldn’t help but wince at the way she said his name. “He said it took such a long time to get my trust but when he did, everything fell into place.”

“What happened?” Y/N pried gently, ears blazing alarm. Harry was concerned, too. 

“Ollie sold my secrets. Everything I said to him was supposed to be between us but h-he stabbed me in the back. He was my only friend, Mum!” Beatrice’s voice shook with incoming sobs, trapping her explanation behind her throat. “Remember when you told me that I had to choose my friends carefully for Dad?” Y/N nodded, “I thought I could trust him.”

“It’s not your fault,” Y/N said gently. Harry was feeling an emotion that he couldn’t quite describe the more he listened to his daughter’s story. And Y/N’s right, it wasn’t her fault. 

“I couldn’t be sad about it too much because I thought of Dad. I just lost my only friend and all I could think of was how he’s going to blame me and he doesn’t even care about me that much! He hates me. Of course, he’s going to hate me even more. He already thinks I ruined his life when I was born,”

“Tris…”

“It’s true! You didn’t plan me. If I was him, I wouldn’t be too happy about me either.” Beatrice refusing to say ‘dad’ felt like a kick to the gut. “But it’s okay, at least I have you, Caleb and Ruby.”

Y/N swallowed harshly at the words escaping Beatrice’s mouth and she knew that if Harry wasn’t already eavesdropping, that she would need to have a serious talk with him and his actions. “Your dad loves you,”

“You don’t have to lie for him, Mum.” Beatrice chuckled, sniffling slightly as her eyes finally stopped watering. “I’ve been saving up some money. I probably have enough to last a few years.”

Beatrice looked up at her mother, “Thank you, by the way.” Her soft dimpled smile was a remnant of Harry’s genes, her green eyes shining in the warm glow of the fairy lights that Beatrice had strung on the wall by herself after Harry had refused to her favour; excusing himself with things to do. 

“You know that university I told you about?”

Harry straightened his back against the cold wall, his bum aching at the duration he sat, unmovingly. This is the first time he’d heard Beatrice talk about college or university or maybe he was too preoccupied to listen. He assumed that Y/N nodded.

“I got accepted!” She announced shyly, cutting it off with a yawn and it dawned to Harry that it was nearly two in the morning.

“That’s great, baby” Y/N made an exaggerated kissing sound, making Harry smile to himself.

“I also applied for housing and they’re processing it,”

“Are you sure about this?” 

“Yes, Mum.”

“I just don’t know how to feel when you’re moving miles away. You’re my little baby,”

“You have Ruby,” Beatrice let out a giggle, “I’ll come to visit you, of course.”

Their voices drifted out softer and softer with each passing second. Soon enough, steady breaths filled the room. Harry got up with cracking joints, pushing the door open to see two of the most important people in his life cuddling each other, not a worry spotted on their faces. He studied Y/N’s features, feeling an outflow of love remind him of why she was his wife. His eyes observed Beatrice. The tip of her nose a blush pink and soft sighs indicated that she was in a blissful sleep.

It’s time for a change. 

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Tarnish

Summary: the one where y/n finds a letter with a heartbreaking revelation

Warnings: angst

This is a collab with the wonderful @devilinbetweenthesheet-s. We’re super excited to work on this fic together so you’ll be seeing parts of the series on both of our accounts. The idea draws inspiration from one of my anons who’ve experienced very similar circumstances; this is an homage to you ❤️

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Y/N was trying to process his words on top of the emotions that were swirling inside of her. She felt as though her mind was about to explode. It was overwhelming. All these feelings and new information confusing her to the point where she was rendered speechless because didn’t Harry just tell her that he loved her last night? And weren’t they talking about starting a family last Christmas in his childhood home? Anne had even dropped the ‘baby’ bomb during dinner to which Harry blushed and stuttered his words over. Memories flashed before her, yet the only thing that came out of her mouth was a dreary, flat question of, “How long?”

“A year,’

Y/N knew that she had opened a can of worms ready to plague every happy memory she shared with him because a year ago, Harry and she were celebrating their third year together in Italy. A year ago, he promised to stay by her side ‘forever, until the end of time’. Exactly twelve months ago did Harry slow dance with Y/N at a friend’s wedding, drunk off his ass but coherent enough to mumble, ‘Want you to be my wife, Y/N,’ in her ear. 

Harry was remorsing it more and more with every word that came out of his mouth. Though, he could not stop because he wanted to get the last word before she left. 

“Y’know when I said I wanted a family with you? I lied. I felt sorry for you. No one else is going to want you anyway, so I thought I might try.” He was close to tears himself, his lip pursing tightly because all he ever wanted was a family with her. They had spent so many nights planning where to live if kids came up in the future. Harry can’t give up his façade now, not when suddenly apologizing will make him look like a jerk and an asshole. 

“She's pretty y’know? Could’ve never have lived up to that. . . Camille, she's someone I'd want a family with. I'd marry her because she's worthy of me. Who are you in comparison?"

Who was she? Who was Y/N without Harry? Her life was centered around the one man she thought would stick around until her skin wrinkled in old age. Until her voice withered with a shaky plead. Until her arms felt too weak lift and so they had to settle for a simple graze on the hand.

Her shoulders slouched with emotional exertion. She didn’t even notice her fingernails digging into her skin as she pondered over her next words. Staring at him with a wilting confidence as he breathed heavily, daring her to talk back at him. To answer his difficult question fully knowing that Y/N didn’t know how to respond to it and Harry had no problem taking full advantage of the way he was put on a pedestal in this relationship with her.

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.MONDAY. AUGUST 17.

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Insecurities

Based on: Can I request one where H’s new girlfriend is a little  insecure that he’s still friends with Camille

Word Count: 880 words

Warnings: angst

Y/N looked up from the article she was reading on her laptop when Harry’s light laugh reached her ears. She was situated on the dining table, surrounded by a few books, coloured pens, and highlighters. Her glasses were slipping down her oily nose caused by the stress that was currently being built by the fact that midterms were coming too soon for her liking. 

Her brain felt cramped trying to store a plethora of information in such a short amount of time. And frankly, Y/N was to blame for putting studying off to the last minute. Two and a half weeks to be exact— when she should have been keeping up, reading the materials as the weeks passed. 

Right now, having heard Harry snicker for the umpteenth time as his thumbs tapped away at his new glossy iPhone made her annoyed at how much free time he had in his hands. Y/N knew that Harry worked hard. Heck, she was the one who held a front-row seat of his non-stop planning and organizing of whatever it is that had to be scheduled for release. And yes, it is just the stress getting to Y/N, but she wished Harry would not rub it in her face. 

Plus, she really was not getting this one concept even though she had read it over and over, trying to make it make sense. She felt a prickle of a tear warm the corner of her eye as frustration seeped through her. 

“Why can’t you just get it, Y/N?” She whispered to herself, hatred whistling past her lips. 

Her temples were cradled in the palm of her hands when Harry boisterously laughed once again. She gave him a side-eye, although he never noticed it as he was deeply engaged in the contents of his phone. 

Her brain was working overdrive. The puzzle pieces clicking together to form a coherent conclusion on what this concept had to mean was about to be inferred when Harry’s voice cut through the thick air that surrounded Y/N. 

“Camille!”

Y/N eyes darted quickly to Harry’s back rested against the black leather sofa. His arm was outstretched to give Camille a view of his whole face, while the opposite waved at her. 

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” Harry spoke, shifting his body to a more comfortable position. 

Y/N seemed to have been glued to her seat, heart-pounding and confusion sweeping the information she was studying to the back burner. Is this normal?

Camille was Harry’s ex, and it was definitely not low key. Leading up to Fine Line’s album release, there had been many speculations about Camille and Harry’s past relationship and Cherry had confirmed it. As well, Harry’s vague answers simply added more to the mystery that surrounded them. She knew that she couldn’t escape the constant media attention about his past, but she told him and herself that she could handle it. 

And she could. At least, if it came from the media, then Y/N could pretend that the couple never existed. But it was hard acting as though it didn’t hurt her when Harry himself was still attached to his ex. 

“Ignore them,” Harry protested, shaking his head at what Camille was saying through the phone. Y/N was a bit far to hear what she was saying, but judging from the tone of Harry’s stern voice; she ought to take his advice. “The media twists everything up. You and I both know what really happened,”

Y/N raised her brow, biting her lip as Harry continued talking. 

“You’re the kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever been with,” 

She snapped her head quickly to the screen illuminating before her. The words seem a little blurrier now and her glasses were fogging up. Jealousy rumbled through her because not days ago did Harry comfort her by saying the exact same thing. 

“We both made mistakes,” He hummed, reminiscing about his past with her. “Do you want me to come over? I know how bad it can get,”

Y/n scoffed quietly. She, too, knew how bad the constant criticism can get. Having dated Harry for months meant that she had somewhat familiarized herself from being compared to Camille, especially when she apparently had Y/N beat in the song department. That being Harry had not dedicated a song to Y/N, yet he had released a full album about his ex. 

She was treated like trash but she powered through, determined to make it to the end with him but it seemed that he wasn’t on the same page. 

Quietly, Y/N padded towards her bedroom, making sure to keep her steps light so as to not draw attention to herself. Not like Harry would notice her, especially when he spoke to Camille on the phone. 

She felt as if she had been punched repeatedly. Her heart dropped to her stomach and the weight on her shoulders suddenly doubled to a size she couldn’t carry. All she wanted to do was lay down and try to erase the entire conversation from her head. Y/N couldn’t even study when everything she thought about was how Camille still held a piece of Harry’s heart—and Harry held a piece of hers. 

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Domestic

Based on: do a piece where his girl does something simple for him, like sets his clothes out in the morning or makes him breakfast, idk. and she turns around and harrys in tears and she asks him what’s wrong and he says “no ones ever loved me like this before.” and it’s just fluffy and they both love each other and harrys just a happy happy boi (habiba012)

Word Count: 867 words

Warnings: fluff

Harry had just gotten out of the shower with a sleepy gaze in his eyes and a lethargic pace to his walk. The strands of his brown hair were left to drip water steadily on the floor, despite the fluffy brown towel that he held previously to shake the water dry. 

He faced the bathroom mirror, examining his face and deciding whether to shave the slight stubble shadowing his upper lip by rubbing his fingers along his chin. It’s as if Y/N had read his mind even before he had decided, seeing that his razor and shaving cream were already set out on the side of the sink. A face towel hung just behind him, he noticed. 

Harry tried to wipe the smile off of his face before attaching the blade to his skin. 

Patting his lower jaw dry, Harry made his way to the bedroom. His hair had dried more by now, allowing him to walk without fearing a shiver from the cold drips of his damp hair on his back. 

The bed was made and Harry almost walked past it when he noticed his current favourite blue sweater on top of the sheets. It had a little chick print at the center which Harry found absolutely adorable. It was very soft too!

It seemed that Y/N decided to layer it with a collared shirt with thin stripes. Harry dressed. The fabric of the sweater was soft against his skin and he couldn’t help but run up to Y/N to let her feel just how plushy it felt. 

Speaking of Y/N, Harry wondered where his lover was. He brushed his fingers quickly through his hair, deciding that today was a day to let it do what it wanted to do before trudging down the steps of their shared home. 

Harry walked slowly towards the kitchen, seeing Y/N singing to herself quietly while she slathered cream cheese on a bagel. The humming of the Keurig coffee machine indicated that it was ready to be used. Y/N grabbed a pod from the drawer, inserting it before letting the machine do its work. 

“Good morning,” Harry greeted, wrapping his arms around Y/N, kissing her on the cheek. 

“Harry!” She giggled, trying to move in his arms to grab another mug for herself. “How are you?”

“Can’t complain,” He answered, pulling away from her to showcase his outfit, “Do you like it?”

Y/N gave him a once over. She smiled, “Very cute. I approve,” 

“I would hope so since you chose it,” Harry bit his lip, staring at Y/N while she walked closer to him to fix the collar tucked under his baby blue sweater. She pressed her body against him, chin resting on his chest while she looked at his hairless jaw. 

“Did I?” She asked cheekily, thumb grazing over the smooth skin. He nodded, planting a kiss on her forehead. 

The machine sputtered, pulling them out of their bubble. Y/N squealed, “Your coffee’s done!”

Harry watched as she wriggled free from his grip, carefully adding the spoonful to his coffee just the way he liked it. She cautiously set the mug down on the marble countertop beside the plate of bagel. 

“Here’s your breakfast,” She pushed his body towards the meal, giving his lower back a rub. 

Before he knew it, she was making the same thing for herself. Plugging the bagel to the toaster and inserting another pod to the machine, yet he did his first. 

“Harry? Are you crying?” Y/N questioned as soon as she ensured that everything was in its proper place. “What’s wrong, bub?”

He stared at her worried face, all the more making him emotional. “Y/N, do you love me?”

“Of course I do,” she said without missing a beat, cradling his face in her palms, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. 

“No one’s ever loved me like this before,” He muttered, dimples popping out but his eyes shed tears. 

“Like what?” 

“Like I’m the most important thing to you,” Harry breathed out, feeling a little vulnerable from his confession. 

“But you are the most important thing to me,” Y/N answered, ignoring the second sputtering indicating that her coffee was finished. “I love you,”

Harry sniffled, “I’m sorry. I’m such a baby,” With his sweater paw, he gently wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes. 

Y/N was about to open her mouth, only to get interrupted by him, “Don’t you dare, Y/N.”

She laughed at his stern tone, “What? I didn’t even say anything,”

He scoffed at her words, “I know you. You were probably going to say some stupid shit like ‘you’re my baby’” 

Y/N gasped, “So? You say stuff like that all the time,”

“Only I can say cheesy stuff,” Harry pointed to his chest, “I love cheese,”

While Harry wore a bright grin, Y/N’s face deadpanned to a ‘really’ look. She turned around, adding creamer to her drink. 

“I can’t even look at you,” She started, stirring the contents, “You’re so stupid,”

“I’m your stupid,” Harry backed, hugging her body close to him. 

“What does that even mean?”

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Based on: harry is on tour and y/n posts a picture with a co-worker on a night out and he gets jealous and frustrated cause he hasn't seen his girl in a while.... he does something stupid that goes viral and breaks her heart but the co-worker is just a really good friend of hers and is happily married or something.... idk if it's a good idea but you can make it very angsty cause i love it hahahah (ooh-so-laura)

Word Count: 1457 words

Warnings: fluff, angst

Being on tour meant that Harry was away from Y/N for most of the year and that completely takes a toll on a relationship. It wasn’t because their love for each other lacked in any way, shape, or form. It was just that distance can strain even a strong relationship like theirs in subtle ways. So subtle that Harry didn’t even notice that he had gone a couple of days without video calling his lover, or that she wasn’t updating him every hour on her annoying work colleagues-- which was unusual for her, considering that she was practically attached to her cell for hours on end. 

So when Harry finally had the time off to catch up with the rest of himself, alongside the buzzing environment of traveling and touring-- his first instinct was to grasp his phone and dial Y/N’s number, not even considering the time difference of their home to his location for the next twenty-four hours. 

He waited and waited for what seemed like forever--he thought it was interchangeable considering he hadn’t talked to her in ages--he was surprised (not really) that it went to her voicemail. Harry knew that Y/N loved her sleep. He switched off the Clock app, finding out that it was only a quarter past nine and there was absolutely no way that she would be asleep at this hour. 

He tried twice, to no avail. His eyebrows furrowed in wonder and curiosity, lips pursing in a slight pout as a sudden wave of sadness overcame him and he realized that he’d probably have to wait for a bit more time until he got to talk to Y/N. 

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As private as he is, Harry still kept up to date with the latest news through social media. He has been extra cautious as of late ever since he accidentally posted a picture of him wearing a cartoon shirt to his public Instagram story, mistaking taking it for the green, ‘close friends’ button. He made sure to keep his thumb a few centimeters more away from the sensitive screen as to not accidentally double-tap a picture he had no intentions of liking. He scrolled quickly, his eyes boring the screen in a swift glance, not really being interested in anything he was seeing. 

He soon moved on to his next task--to check everyone’s story. Loud sounds and pounding music got lagged through as he tapped on the right side of his screen, cutting off the video midway. He was still uninterested. 

Harry refreshed his feed, letting the loading logo swirl through circularly. Needless to say, he was stunned when he saw Y/N’s latest post, uploaded only a few minutes ago. 

There it was in large format, a picture of his girl and a--not going to lie-- a very decent looking man in a slick navy blue suit with a red tie. He figured he would’ve been more up-front of his obvious distaste of the man if he hadn’t worn such a color-coordinated suit. Snickering to himself, Harry thought he could probably show him up with a Gucci patterned suit of his that he’ll pull off no matter what. 

But nonetheless, the look was effortless and Harry was sure that he would’ve liked the man very much if it weren’t for Y/N appearing beside him. That alone caused a scowl to appear on his face and the next thing he knew; he was calling his girlfriends’ number with forceful taps of his calloused thumbs.

Y/N looked great, obviously. And maybe that’s why he was impatiently muttering to himself for her to pick up the phone. Harry didn’t know if he should complement the dress she wore or mention the fact that her lipstick was perfectly painted on her pouty lips, or how her hair was styled in a way that reminded him of date nights that ended in passionate lovemaking.

His chest ached suddenly, emotions overwhelming the fact that he missed his girl so much added with the boiling jealousy bubbling in his blood. The call went to voicemail and normally he would patiently wait a few minutes before calling again. However, Y/N’s profile rimmed a colorful hue, indicating that she just recently uploaded a story. 

He didn’t know what to make of her actions-- if she deliberately ignored him or she simply did not hear her ringtone alarming that he was calling. He called again. 

“Who’s that in your photo?” He growled, demanding for an answer instead of greeting his lover.

Y/N furrowed her brows at his sudden rough voice filling the speaker of her phone, “Hello to you, too”

“Who was that?” Harry repeated. He couldn’t help his fingers from fidgeting against a stray string of his knitted jumper. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

“That was Kevin,” Y/N answered loudly, loud music blaring through her soft voice. “Did you like his suit? He said it was Gucci, but he wouldn’t let me see the tag,” She chuckled at the end, oblivious at the burning jealousy coursing through Harry.  

“Kevin, huh?” Harry mocked. “I’m sure it was Gucci and I guarantee that he wouldn’t mind taking it off to show you,”

He could hear you excusing yourself from the crowd. His phone speaker muted to a quieter atmosphere--he assumed you moved outside. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“God, Y/N. I haven’t seen you in so long and the first thing I see is with you and some other guy!”

“And whose fault is that?” She bit back, hoping to get some sense into his head before she hung up. 

Sighing in frustration, Harry changed to a decent attire, quickly grabbing the things he needed for a night out. Needless to say, the next morning was interesting for both of them. 

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Headlines of Harry were plastered everywhere, mostly discussing his wild night out wherein pictures of women grinding against him were linked. He didn’t have an ounce of alcohol last night, but the hazy atmosphere of the club surely made his mind boggled. 

“Oh shit,” He muttered silently to himself, sitting up in his otherwise empty hotel bed. 

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Y/N understood that he was busy as of late, especially since he was in the middle of touring. Their video calls for the past couple weeks dwindled into a good morning or good night message and as much as she wanted to beg him for a few minutes to see his faced in a pixelated screen--she knew that he just didn’t have enough* time to do so. 

But apparently he had enough time to go out. She thought. She shook off the thought, knowing that jealousy and jumping into conclusion never ended in a quiet stupor. 

Instead, she examined the pictures closely as much as the blurry pixels let her. Seeing the emptiness in his eyes and the slouch of his shoulders caught her attention. His hands were to himself, seeming as though he did not care enough to push the women off of him but had no intentions to enjoy the movements against his body. And frankly, Y/N should be angry at him for doing something so stupid. But she also couldn’t ignore her instincts that all he needed was a reassurance that their love was still very much alive. 

She called him. 

“Y/N!” Harry agitatedly explains the events of last night, spewing out that he did not do anything that would taint his conscience or ruin the relationship they had. It put Y/N’s mind to ease knowing that her initial assumption was right—he just needed her to be there for him. 

“It’s okay, H. I understand,” She responded softly, playing at the end of *his shirt that she was wearing. 

“Y-you do?” His voice came out childlike and scared. She could imagine his lips pursing in a pout. 

“It’s alright, Har,” Y/N relaxed her tense muscles, “You wanna tell me what happened during our call?’ She giggled at his behaviour, to which he groaned in protest. 

“I’d rather not,” He shook his head, his dimple making a slight indent on his cheek.

“You were jealous weren’t you?” 

“Of course not. I was just wondering because if it was from Gucci, then Alessandro would’ve shown it to me by now,” He muttered quickly, lips pursing and pressing a lie to cover up his embarrassing actions. “And I kind of miss you,” He added quietly. 

“Right, of course,” Y/N let a few seconds pass before replying, “And I miss you too,”

“So, Kevin is …?” Harry let his thoughts trail off, brows pinching together as he waited for her answer.

She laughed at his prying tone, “Kevin is happily married and you are, too.”

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Better Half (2)

Summary: Y/N is pregnant and Harry is not ready

Warnings: just angst 

Word Count: 2405 words

A/N: o god it’s been a long time. but here you go! i’m a bit rusty so please be kind <3  if you like it, let me know : D

It was hard enough for Y/N to accept Harry’s complete rejection of her pregnancy, but it was even worse seeing him walk away only to fly miles and miles apart from their little ‘family’. It had only been a few days since he had left and Y/N couldn’t help but let complete loneliness encompass every aspect of her life. 

He somehow managed to integrate himself from work, to school, to her family home, and being the love of her life--it wasn’t easy erasing his lingering presence completely, especially when mutual friends cluelessly asked her about his well-beings. Y/N hadn’t told anyone else about her state, but it would probably be out in the open soon enough in case the paparazzi caught pictures of her leaving the clinic. 

What she still could not grasp was his blatant decision to leave. It wasn’t like Y/N trapped him into having a baby--at least, she didn’t think so. Harry and Y/N talked about their future on late nights, while the lights were turned off and the only light illuminating them was the moon. They conversed about the prospect of their future; what they wanted at the moment and what they wanted later on. She missed those times when everything seemed to pass along delicately, where every second spent together would be a gust of pure and utter happiness. Y/N thought she took that for granted. 

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Y/N knew that she had to move on, especially since she had yet to receive a message from him. She was stuck at home reading the basics of what not to do while pregnant, trying to wrap her mind around the minuscule details that could affect their baby. Somehow, she still found herself drifting to thoughts of him; what would they be doing now if he responded the way she thought he would? Would she be wrapped in his arms, his chin digging gently into her shoulder while his ring-clad hands covered the small bump on her body? Would he be double-checking every single thing she ate to make sure that it was good for the development of their baby?

Y/N sighed in the empty living room, her legs curling towards her body to keep warm, the blanket barely doing its job. Her laptop dimmed in brightness, signifying that she hadn’t scrolled in a while.

She realized she had to move on and go forward, but how was she supposed to do that? When everything she knew was him. Harry was a staple part of her life and they were together for quite a long time. Right now, it seemed as if she had no idea who he was anymore. His once caring nature that she was delighted with for the time they were together vanished into thin air. Harry wasn’t the same Harry and Y/N had no idea why. She didn’t know what she did to make him this way. 

She still loved him--that was no question-- but she had to love herself more. Still, it was hard to let go. Y/N never expected to be alone when she became pregnant. She just wanted an answer to the million questions buzzing in her head. How was she supposed to pull herself back together?

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“Are we going to talk about this?” Y/N questioned frustratedly through the phone speaker. “I have to know if you want to be a part of this,”

The phone beeped, signaling that she had used up the minutes of leaving a message in his voicemail. For the past two months, Y/N received nothing from him, apart from the surprising addition to her bank account. Y/N knew that it was Harry’s way of being there for her, but it left a bitter taste in her tongue because she didn’t want money from him--she would find a way to figure out the expenses. She just wanted him to be there. His presence was something she craved for the past two months, yet he didn’t cave to her pleas. 

She was sick and tired of reading an ‘I’m busy’ response flash through her phone screen; so so sick of having to be redirected to voicemail when wanting to speak to him about something urgent. Y/N shouldn’t be surprised though, she hasn’t heard his voice when it was directed only to her. His interviews showcased a very happy Harry and although she should be glad that he wasn’t down in the dumps (like she was), Y/N was scowling at his brightly gleaming face for not sparing a few minutes for his girlfriend. Can she even call herself that?

Her eyes welled up with tears of frustration, hands just about to rip the wispy strands of hair floating near her hairline. Why couldn’t he talk to her? She wanted to know if he wished for her to send the ultrasound pictures to him. Y/N repeatedly asked herself if she should journal her experiences and send it to him--just so he could at least have the minimum compliance with this whole thing. Should she tell him about what the doctor told her? How their little baby was slowly growing features that she cannot wait to see-- if they looked more like her or Harry. Does he have the right to know what was happening to her body? Day by day, her breasts become tender; her back a little achier. And her emotions heightened to an extent where she cried about the little things that he used to do around their home. 

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“The doctor said I have to keep a healthy diet to nourish our baby, H” Y/N’s voice drifted through the grand hotel room suite that Harry had been staying in for the past couple days. These rooms started to blur together recently, not much difference held the four walls except the city he was in. “It would be easier if you were here, you know? Would probably force me to eat my veggies,” Y/N chuckled jokingly, but Harry could sense a sadness in her undertone.

He frowned at her statement but chuckled softly just the same. She was prone to late-night snacking. The voicemail ends and another one begins. Harry shifted his back on the rough pillowcase. 

“Hey Harry,” He sat up at the sudden change in her tone. “I don’t know if you even listen to these but if I sound sick right now,” She coughed, “It’s because I am.”

Harry could feel worry bubbling up in his tummy. His instincts telling him to book the next flight home and take care of her. With a quick glance at the timestamp of the voice note, he deflated seeing that it was sent about a week ago.

“Morning sickness is a bitch. I just puked my guts out and now I’m craving pickles,” A loud thud sounded with Y/N’s little, “Oop, I dropped my pickle.” Beep.

He giggled at her clumsiness, his nimble fingers rubbing at his tired eyelids. It had been a long day of shooting for him for his new music video, but his brain couldn’t seem to shut off despite his body protesting for sleep. So, he stayed on his phone, tapping through his apps and finally facing the reality he consciously avoided. His thumb pressed on the next voicemail from five days ago. 

The first thing he heard was a sniffle, making his eyebrows shoot up to his forehead, “I-i miss you a lot, Harry. And I hope that you miss me too.”

Of course he missed her. 

“Or not, that’s okay too. Unless…?” She prolonged the last syllable, a remnant of hope dwindling in her tone. 

Beep.

He bit his lip, gnawing at the skin while switching to the second of the last voicemail. This one was from three days ago.

“I really hope you didn’t listen to that last note,” Y/N stated timidly, “My emotions are all over the place right now. Did you know I cried over the water not being hot enough for my bath?”

“It sucked a lot, but it did eventually. You know, turn hotter,” Harry smiled at the thought of her being so passionate about her bath taking. She mixed the right bath salts and foams so that it smelled so heavenly-- he couldn’t help but join in too. “Hmmm,” 

He could just imagine her cute face pulling into a thoughtful look, lips pursing in a slight pout while she gathered the words for her thoughts. “I’m almost in my fourth month now,”

Harry nodded along with her as if she was right beside him, “Can’t believe it’s been that long since…” Y/N drifted off as realization hit her. “Since I told you,”

He gulped, shame filling the inside of his body. “B-but that means I can find out the gender of our baby soon!” He winced, the pain in her voice was evident. He knew that she wished for him to be there, but something was holding him back from owning up to the result of his actions. His breath got caught in his throat as he realized just how close she was to giving birth to his child. Well, not close but still close. 

Beep.

“I met someone,” Y/N started. “I met him a while ago and I was debating on whether to tell you, so here I am. I still love you, I always will but I think that..” She choked slightly, “I think that it would be best if we broke up, officially. I don’t know what we’ve been for these couple months but it didn’t feel like we were in a relationship, H.” The message was from a day ago.

He breathed deeply. “I think that we ended when you decided to leave.” Harry agreed with her, the hairs on his neck standing up, giving a foreshadowing shiver to blow through his body. “I mean god, you’re such an arrogant son of a bitch! Was it so hard to say you’re sorry for what you did?” She questioned with a strain in her voice. “I didn’t want your money, I just wanted you to be here,”

Harry tried to open his mouth, but nothing came out. His throat was dry and he was glad that she wasn’t here or else he would’ve made a complete fool of himself. He was sorry. He wanted to tell her repeatedly even if she didn’t believe him. He had to make sure that she knew just how much he loved her despite not being able to fulfill what he should be. 

“It’s hard talking to you, you know that? Like talking to a brick wall,” Y/N said snidely, “Haven’t heard from you in so long,”

“Are we going to talk about this?” Y/N questioned. “I have to know if you want to be a part of this,” 

Beep.

And he does! Harry wanted to be part of this so bad but he can’t. He felt rushed and pushed in a direction that he did not want to go to at this time of his life. He hurt the love of his life because of him, but she couldn’t really blame him for that, could she? No one should have to be someone they didn’t want to be. A father, he thought. 

But no one should have to raise a child alone. 

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind and set focus on what he actually wants to do. All caution was thrown to the wind when he decided to call her.

His heart was thumping hard in his chest, blood was rushing quickly past his ears. He was beginning to sweat. This was the first time in months that he was willingly talking to Y/N, and god, did he expect nothing more than a proper lecture on how his ass couldn’t be bothered to pick up the phone once after countless voicemails. What a dick, he thought to himself. 

The phone clicked.

“Hello?” Y/N’s velvety voice filled his ears. 

“Y/N” He breathed her name out in relief.

“Harry? Is that really you?” She questioned incredulously. “Why are you calling me?”

He blinked back tears prickling at his waterline, his heart pounding harder. “Heard your voicemails. Wanted to check in on you,”

She snorted, “A bit late for that, but I’m doing fine.”

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, carefully threading the next words to say to her. It was going better than expected as she hadn’t yelled at him yet. But somehow, her calm demeanor plastered indifference and he didn’t know if that was better or worse. 

“I-i’m so--,” He began. 

“Sorry? Sure you are, H.”

He swallowed thickly, “Yes, I am. I really am.”

“I appreciate it,”

Silence overtook the connecting line, neither of them knowing what to say to each other. The distance had taken a toll on their relationship, making it as though they hadn’t been together for years. Harry and Y/N were strangers, despite creating a little human that was reminiscent of both of them.

“Y/N? The movie’s about to begin,” A deep voice echoed through from Y/N’s line, “Let’s go love,” He could hear Y/N shush the person speaking.

“Harry?” She said hesitantly, “I have to go now, okay?”

He nodded slowly before realizing that she couldn’t see him, “O-okay, wait!”

His voice cracked, “Do you think we can work this out?” His arm was stuck in its position of holding the phone close to his ear. 

There were things that they’ll never know between them. However, the love was very much alive; Y/N admitted to it and Harry was sure that he could still feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach when he thought of her. It was the sole question if they can work it out between them and Harry was afraid of the outcome because he knew just how rash his actions were. 

But they were Harry and Y/N, they validated each other, almost as if they needed each other to function. Y/N was the better half of him and he didn’t doubt it one bit. And Harry might as well be Y/N’s rock because she had lost stability for the months that he wasn’t by her side. Despite the dues they’ve yet to face, Harry wished for what he already had.

“We’ll be alright,”

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or will they? so anyways, it’s been awhile. im sorry about that. im hoping to post a few more before the year ends. been working on some old stuff, some new stuff-- cause you kNOW i’ll be writing something (surprise!) angsty since ‘falling’ wrecked my emotions 

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