AN: sorry i haven't posted a story in a while. every time i'd start a story, i'd either jump to a new one because a new idea would come to me, or i'd lose motivation to write at all for weeks at a time. i hope you enjoy my first smut of the year. let me know by giving me feedback. xoxo
This story contains: pure smut, riding dick, cursing
{ husband!harry - current harry era - softrry }
word count- 1,347
When you arrive back to the studio with your lunches, you see Harry lying on the floor listening to his music and think his lap looks a bit too empty to ignore.
It was just you and Harry at the studio today. He'd basically finished the album, but wanted to do some final touches and re-listen to each song to make sure they sounded exactly how he wanted them to sound in the final production.
Around noon, you ran out to grab lunch for the both of you. While you were gone, Harry decided to move to the carpeted floor and put his headphones on, listening to the finished album once again to make sure nothing needed adding or worked on. He had his eyes closed and was in a near meditative state as he really focused on the music.
Upon your arrival back, the studio is silent, leading you to think for a moment that Harry might've disappeared. However, as you walk further in, you see him lying on the floor with his knees propped up and his black headphones over his ears, his eyes closed as well. You realize that Harry can't hear or see you. You set the food down on an unoccupied table in the studio and quietly approach him, even though he has music blasting in his ears and can't hear you anyways.
You debate for a moment what your next move is, and than decide to be a bit cheeky. You carefully place a foot on either side of his hips and gently squat down until your bottom is sat on his crotch. Harry nearly jumps out of his skin. He opens his eyes and gasps, reaching up to push his headphones away from his ears. "Wh...what are you doing, baby? You scared the shit out of me."
Giggling, you reply, "Sorry, you just looked so comfy and your lap looked too empty."
"Too empty?" Harry smiles up at you.
"Mhm," you hum, "think it needed me to be sitting on it." You lean forward and place your hands flat on the floor behind his shoulders. This new angle makes you feel the hard lump in his shorts more clearly. "You're not wearing underwear are you?" you question, knowing the feeling pressing against your clit is a bit too good for him to be confined in a tight pair of briefs.
"Nope, decided to go bare today. Let it all air out down there."
You grin at his answer. "We're the only ones here today, right?" you ask, just wanting to be sure before you make your next move.
Harry nods and replies, "Yep, I requested to have the studio to myself today, with of course you here too. So the whole band and Kid knows not to come today. Why'd you ask?"
"Perfect!" you cheer mischievously. You began rocking your hips back and forth over his crotch and Harry tilts his head back with a groan.
"Baby, this is your idea? You wanna have sex on this dirty, studio floor? Really?"
Your breath begins to pick up as you respond, "Yeah, why not? No one is coming in today, like you said, and we can mark studio floor off our sex bucket list."
Though Harry was skeptical at first, he gives you the go ahead. "Alright, have at it, m'love. Take m'clothes off and ride m'cock."
Without hesitation, you take off both of your clothes and then kneel down, rubbing your bare pussy against his naked cock. The dry rubbing you were doing moments ago made you extremely wet, so you're super slick now. After a few more rolls of your hips, you stand on your knees and reach down to grab his shaft in your fist, and begin to align him with your dripping hole. The both of you moan at the same time.
Harry settles his hands on your hips as you slowly sink down on him. "Fuck!" you curse, throwing your head back as your hands settle down flat on his chest. Once you're fully sat, you waste no time in riding him. With your knees pressing into the blue carpet and your hands pressing on his muscular pecs, you start rocking back and forth at a fast pace, searching for a quick release.
Occasionally, you switch your technique, bobbing up and down or swiveling your hips in a circular motion, yet you always return to grinding back and forth. This is because you know it will lead you to orgasm the fastest, as the back and forth motion allows Harry to rub with your g-spot while simultaneously providing stimulation to your clit against his neatly trimmed pubic bone.
"Shit baby, you feel so fuckin' good." Harry breaths out, holding your hips as he helps you keep your grinding rhythm.
Panting, you announce, "I'm gonna come."
"Already? That's fast. You must've been really turned on, baby."
Your speed picks up as you chase your high. This was unusually fast for you to come when on top. Not that you struggle to orgasm when on top, but usually you either take your time on purpose if you're having more romantic sex, or you start to lose your energy before your orgasm can develop all the way and Harry has to take over. Not today though.
Maybe it's due to the slight thrill you feel that someone could walk in the studio at any moment and catch you. Or maybe how hot your husband looked prior to you pouncing on him, but in less than three minutes, your orgasm crashes down on you. You suddenly gasp, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling, as your walls flutter and pulse around Harry's cock. Usually you need more than just some grinding on your clit to orgasm, like either your hand or Harry's, but not today.
"Oh my God! Fuuuuck!" you shout as your face stains in pleasure. Right before your orgasm vanishes, Harry props his feet flat on the floor and begins thrusting upwards to help make your orgasm last as long as possible. By doing so, he feels the band of pleasure snap in his belly and his orgasm follows soon after yours.
As you're coming down from your high, you finally open your eyes and peek down to see Harry's head thrown back on the carpet, his breath coming out in harsh pants, his knuckles nearly white on your hips. You can feel his dick throbbing inside of you, as well as his warm spurts of cum coating your sensitive walls.
After what felt like ages, you both come down from your highs. You start to lean down and kiss Harry's lips, but he yelps out due to how sensitive he is. "Ow baby. M' sensitive."
"Sorry." you mutter sincerely. You slowly lift off his shaft and immediately realize a problem. "Fuck, I'm gonna leak on the carpet, do you have napkins or something?"
In quick thinking, Harry reaches off to the side and grabs his t-shirt, handing it to you to place between your legs. "There, I've got another shirt in m'bag, don't worry about it.
You stand on wobbly legs and reply, "Thank you." before wobbling to the bathroom, hand cupping your vagina with his t-shirt so you don't drip his cum on the nice blue carpet. As Harry watches you wobble to the toilet, he begins laughing, finding the scene comical. You turn around with an irritated smile. "Don't laugh at me."
Getting redressed himself, Harry apologizes while still giggling, "Sorry, sorry. But in hindsight, it is slightly funny." You clean up in the bathroom and Harry brings you your clothes for you to get dressed again. Once you're both properly clothed again, you walk over to the table you'd sat the food on and begin to eat.
Sex is always good after eating, but Harry finds it even better before eating because that way you're not fucking on full bellies with the potential of getting sick from all the sloshing around.
After devouring the food, you pack up all your things and head out, tired from the sex and food. You make a mental note to check studio sex off your sex bucket list when you get home. That is, if you can stay awake long enough.
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Summary: Little glimpses into you and Harry’s relationships, navigating his fame and chaotic life.
Words: 1.5k
Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex (no descriptions), kind of sucks, oh well lol
/Time won’t wait for me/
Harry was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. London. Los Angeles. Berlin. Paris. Milan. He was constantly traveling, on tour, trying to visit friends and family, writing music. It felt like time was constantly against him. Like the world was spinning around him, months going by with no stationary. Though he had wanted one, he didn’t have time for a relationship.
Until, of course, he met you.
Then, it became both of you in motion. Good luck kisses backstage, late night car rides in new cities you had never been to (that he knew pretty well at this point), sleepless nights in the fanciest hotels. It's easy, in the honeymoon phase, to find the time, but as you get more settled into a long term relationship, and the world keeps spinning, it can be hard to keep up.
He was always present but, with the nature of his job, it felt like he was never fully there. These trips, although fun, were not a vacation with him. The goodluck kisses were interrupted by someone dragging him to the stage. The late night car rides were interrupted by work phone calls. The sleepless nights were ruined with early call times. It felt like if you stood still, he would pass right by.
“I’m so sorry, hun. I really wish I could stay here with you.” Harry leaned down, softly kissing you. He was fully dressed, having to catch an early studio session, while you were still in bed, naked from your escapades of the night before.
“Don’t worry about it.” you quietly replied, a sting of sadness piercing your heart, while you also knew it was not your place to be sad about your boyfriend doing his job. He kept kissing you, leaving the softest kisses all over your face with his flawless lips, an apology he didn’t need to make.
/Tokyo scene/
Tokyo slowed him down.
Not all at once. But the city demanded a different kind of presence from him. The noise was still there, the crowds, the lights, the movement, but somehow it didn’t reach him the same way. He was quieter here. Watching everything. Taking it in.
You saw him without the performance for the first time. Not Harry Styles, the brand, or Harry-on-stage or Harry-being-needed-by-everyone-all-at-once. Just Harry. Hands tucked into his coat pockets, smiling to himself like he was relieved no one expected anything from him, grabbing and embracing you, even in the most public of places.
Of course it wasn’t 100% quiet, his Japanese fans were still very adoring, but it wasn’t chaotic. It was simple.
There were no late-night parties. No chaotic after-hours plans. He stayed clean here, not just from drinking, but from disappearing into distraction. Mornings were slower. Meals were intentional. He ate like someone who wanted to remember the taste of things.
You started to fall into small rituals with him. Frequenting a vending machine outside your hotel that sold coffee in cans. Night walks where neither of you felt the need to fill the silence. Long conversations that didn’t go anywhere specific, just circled around thoughts he’d never said out loud before.
“I love you.” He blurted out at you, as you stopped for a moment on your morning walk.
You chuckled, he had said it before, but the randomness was amusing. “What was that for?” You asked, smiling up at him.
“I don’t know, I looked at you and…you’re just perfect.”
It felt unfamiliar. Almost fragile. Like if you named it, it might break. But this time, you didn’t feel like if you stood still he’d pass you by.
This time, he didn’t disappear.
/I wanna know what safe is / I won't stray from it/
Your love continued to manifest in different ways, very quickly in the shape of a shared space. For now, it was Harry’s home in London. You would leave notes on the counter for each other. Simple “I love you’s”, “Have a great day”. Shoes were kicked off by the door. Forgotten errands that somehow felt sweeter than big plans ever had.
Harry had learned, after years of traveling and work chaos, that stability didn’t need to mean boredom. Especially with you. You were both full of light and energy. This new stationary setting lit a fire in your relationship.
Stevie Nicks was playing softly from the speaker on the counter, something slow and warm, filling the kitchen with sound while you stood at the sink, rinsing vegetables, half-distracted, thinking about nothing at all. Harry hovered nearby, pretending to read something on his phone before suddenly setting it down.
“Come ‘ere” he said, already reaching for you.
You laughed, protesting weakly as he pulled you away from the counter, hands warm and sure as he tugged you into the middle of the kitchen. At first it was ridiculous…he spun you too fast, pulled you into a clumsy, exaggerated dance that made you snort with laughter. Your forehead bumped his chest. His feet stepped on yours. Neither of you cared.
Then he slowed it down. One hand settled at your waist, the other lacing his fingers through yours, your cheek resting gently against his chest. He swayed you back and forth like there was nowhere else he needed to be.
“I could stay in this moment forever.” he murmured, almost to himself.
/Aperture, let the light in/
There was no single moment where everything clicked into place, no grand decision that split his life into before and after. It came quietly, when you both slowed down. These mornings didn’t feel rushed. Waking up to you, in his bed, his arms wrapped around you, or yours wrapped around his, no alarm blaring in your ears.
Harry still wanted everything he’d always wanted, the tours, writing music. Music was still a hunger in him, still something he chased. But it no longer felt like something he had to outrun for the rest of his life.
He realized he didn’t want less, he just wanted it differently. Slower and with you.
He started choosing longer stays instead of quick turnarounds. Letting himself breathe instead of constricting himself to a tight schedule. Inviting you into the process, into the quiet parts of creation, into the spaces he used to keep separate. It wasn’t about giving anything up. It was about widening the aperture, letting more light in without fear of being exposed. You watched him learn how to live inside his own life instead of sprinting through it.
And standing there with you, it finally made sense. This was the balance he’d been looking for. This was how he wanted to live now.
/We belong together / It finally appears/
Love didn’t erase the chaos of his life, it learned how to live inside it.
Mornings started slow, even when the day ahead wasn’t. You’d wake up tangled together, his arm heavy around your waist, his face pressed into your shoulder like that was where it fit best. Sometimes his phone would buzz too early, schedules and calls and reminders pulling at him, and he’d groan softly into your skin.
“Five more minutes,” He’d mumble, voice thick with sleep.
“You said that ten minutes ago.” you’d Joke, fingers tracing the tattoos on his arm.
He’d hum, tightening his hold. “Still stands.”
On tour, life bent around the same rhythm. Backstage kisses before shows, you would watch from the wings sometimes, arms folded around yourself, pride blooming in your chest as the crowd screamed for him. Afterward, he always found you first…sweaty, breathless, eyes bright.
“There you are,” he’d say every time, like he hadn’t known exactly where you’d be.
Late nights meant hotel rooms and takeout eaten on white sheets, his legs stretched across your lap as you absentmindedly rubbed his calves. He talked about music the way other people talked about weather, constantly, instinctively. But with a passion of his own. You listened, always.
“Does it make sense?” he’d ask, suddenly unsure.
“It always does.” you’d say.
There were quiet days too. Grocery runs in baseball caps and sunglasses. You held the list while he pushed the cart, tossing in things you didn’t need.
“We already have pasta.” You’d say.
“Yeah, but not this pasta.” He’d reply seriously, earning an eye-roll and a laugh from you.
Sometimes you forgot who he was to everyone else. You remembered when strangers stared or whispered. He always reached for your hand then, grounding himself, and you.
One afternoon, weeks later, you were sprawled on the couch while he sat at the table pretending to check emails. You barely noticed when he paused, brow furrowing slightly.
“Hey, love?” He said casually.
“Mm?”
“What’re you doing Thursday?”
You shrugged. “Nothing, I think. Why?”
He smiled to himself, tapping something into his phone. “Just booked us an appointment.”
“For what?”
He looked up then, eyes soft, open, certain. “Thought it might be time we pick out some rings.”
Your breath caught. He stood, crossing the room in two strides, kneeling in front of you, not dramatic, not rehearsed. Just real.
“It’s only love,” He said gently, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “But I want it forever. With you. Everywhere.”
Author's Note: okay I'm mental I know but I love dad!harry so much that I just had to make another part of All three of us and I'm already thinking of turning it into series! What do you think?
Triggers: childbirth, medical recovery, emotional vulnerability, postpartum exhaustion, sensitive topics around pain and healing
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The clock on the wall had long passed midnight, slipping into the soft, lonely hours of morning, the kind that made everything feel a little heavier, a little quieter, a little more impossible. The hospital room was dim except for the muted glow of the monitor light, blinking in steady rhythm, a reminder that the world was still moving even though yours felt like it had shrunk into this tiny, exhausted, fluorescent-lit bubble. Outside, the hallway hummed with occasional footsteps and the low murmur of nurses, but in your room it was just you, your newborn daughter, and the relentless, trembling ache that had been tightening inside your chest for the past hour.
You were tired, so tired it felt like your bones were dissolving, but the kind of tired that didn’t let you rest, the kind that made your hands shake as you tried again and again to help your baby latch. Your incision throbbed, your back spasmed, your breasts ached with a dull, pressure-filled pain, and still your daughter cried, tiny fists clenched, mouth rooting frantically but never quite finding her way. Her face was scrunched and red, her little body squirming with frustration, and with each minute that passed, your heart cracked a little louder.
“Please, baby,” you whispered, voice thin and raw, tears sliding down your cheeks like they had been waiting there all along. “Please just drink for me. Just a little. Please, sweetheart, I’m trying-”
The words dissolved into a sob that tore straight from your chest, sharp and aching and humiliatingly loud in the quiet room. You hadn’t cried this hard since the delivery, maybe not in years, and yet you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop the panic, the guilt, the spiral of shame whispering that you weren’t enough, that you were already failing your daughter on her first night on Earth.
You adjusted again, then again, every movement searing through your incision like a live wire, but it didn’t matter because she still wasn’t latching. She would try for a heartbeat, then wail and pull away, tiny legs kicking, tiny cries tightening her whole body.
Your arms trembled from holding her, your breathing stuttered, your body felt too heavy and too fragile at the same time. The tears kept falling, faster now, unstoppable.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered to your own baby. “I’m so sorry… please, I don’t know what I’m doing…”
You didn’t hear the door open.
You didn’t even hear Harry’s footsteps.
You were too folded in on yourself, shaking, whispering broken apologies into your daughter’s hair while she cried against your chest.
Harry had been gone for less than forty minutes.
He hated leaving, but he’d rushed home to grab essentials, clean clothes, a little bag of your skincare, the comfortable socks you liked wearing at night, a power bank, your favorite oversized cardigan, and a blanket that smelled like your bed because he knew the hospital sheets made you restless. He’d planned to shower lightning-fast, but halfway through rinsing shampoo from his hair he panicked, feeling like something was wrong without knowing why.
So he left with half-wet curls, a wrinkled shirt, and a duffel bag that was barely zipped. He nearly ran through the hospital halls.
But nothing… nothing prepared him for the sight waiting for him when he stepped back into your room.
You, hunched and trembling, shoulders caving inward like you were trying to disappear, your face streaked with tears, your chest tight with each sob.
And your daughter, his daughter, red-faced and wailing, struggling in your exhausted arms.
Harry froze for exactly half a second, his heart dropping so hard it felt like his ribs cracked around it. Then he breathed your name, soft, broken.
“Love? Sweetheart…”
Your head snapped up, your eyes wide and devastated, and he felt something inside him tear clean open at the look on your face. You looked like you thought he’d be disappointed. Like you thought he’d be angry. Like you thought you’d done something wrong.
And that destroyed him.
He didn’t bother with the bag. He didn’t bother closing the door. He didn’t even bother taking off his shoes.
He came straight to you.
“What happened?” he whispered, already kneeling beside the bed, already reaching for you with both hands. “Hey-hey, look at me. Look at me, my love. What’s going on?”
Your breath caught in your throat, shaky and painful.
“She… she won’t…” Another sob tore out of you. “She won’t eat, Harry, she won’t latch, I can’t… I can’t get her to… and she’s hungry and crying and I-I don’t know what I’m doing…”
Harry’s entire face crumpled.
“Oh, darling…” His voice cracked right down the middle, thick with heartbreak. “Oh, my sweet girl…”
You tried to pull away, ashamed, but Harry wouldn’t let you.
“Come here,” he whispered, sliding onto the bed carefully, mindful of your incision. “Come here, love. Don’t move, don’t hurt yourself more. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”
“I should’ve called the nurse,” you choked out. “I should’ve waited for you, I just… I didn’t want to be annoying… I didn’t want to bother them…”
Harry cupped your face with both hands, tilting your forehead to his.
“You listen to me,” he said softly but firmly, voice trembling with emotion. “You could never annoy them. And you could never, ever bother me. You’re recovering from surgery, you’re in pain, you’re exhausted, you’re feeding our daughter for the first time, how could you think you’d need to do that alone?”
You broke again, completely this time, and Harry moved instantly, lifting your daughter from your shaking arms with a gentleness so absolute it made more tears spill down your cheeks.
“There we go, angel…” he murmured to your daughter, pressing her tiny body against his chest, rocking her gently. “Daddy’s here. Daddy’s got you now. It’s alright, my little love. You’re okay.”
Her cries quieted, still broken, still desperate, but softened by the warmth of him, the security of his heartbeat.
Harry kept rocking her as he turned back to you, his gaze full of fierce tenderness.
“You don’t ever have to be strong by yourself,” he whispered. “Not for me. Not for her. Not for anyone. You hear me?”
You nodded weakly, but he knew it wasn’t enough.
He shifted closer, letting your daughter rest against one arm so he could pull you gently against his chest with the other. Your forehead pressed into his collarbone, and he kissed the crown of your head, lingering as though he could transfer strength to you through the warmth of his mouth.
“You’re overwhelmed,” he murmured into your hair. “You’re in pain. You’re running on no sleep. And you’re still here, holding her, trying your best even while falling apart. That doesn’t make you weak, love. That makes you the bravest person I’ve ever seen.”
A sob shuddered through you, quiet but shattered.
Harry held you tighter, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Let me help you,” he pleaded softly. “Let me carry this with you. You don’t have to do any of it alone, sweetheart. Not when I’m right here.”
He kissed your forehead, your temple, the trail of tears on your cheek.
Then he shifted your daughter gently, supporting her head, guiding her tiny body with a tenderness that made your chest ache in a whole new way.
“Let’s try together,” he whispered. “Not you by yourself. You and me. We’ll do it as many times as it takes.”
You swallowed hard, breathing shakily.
Harry saw the fear in your eyes, the doubt, the guilt, the exhaustion, and he leaned in, touching his forehead to yours again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, voice stripped down to its softest truth. “I’m right here. And we’re going to get through this, together. One breath at a time.”
You nodded, tears still falling, but slowly now, gently, like you were finally letting yourself break in a place you were safe.
And Harry helped you adjust. Supported your body. Guided your daughter. Whispered encouragement to both of you like prayers.
And when your baby finally latched, when her tiny mouth found what it had been searching for, Harry exhaled a trembling breath and cupped the back of your head with shaking fingers.
“You’re doing it,” he whispered, voice thick with awe. “Look at you, love. Look at our girl. You’re both doing it.”
And you cried again, but this time into Harry’s chest, with relief instead of despair, held together by the man who refused to let you fall apart alone.
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Harry stayed with you like that for a long while, one arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, the other steadying your daughter as she fed, his lips brushing the side of your head every few breaths as if he needed the reassurance that you were both real, both here, both safe in his arms. When she finally pulled away, heavy and dazed with sleep, he shifted carefully, whispering, “There we go, angel… all done, yeah? Mummy helped you so much tonight. Such a good girl…”
You let your head rest against the pillows, eyelids fluttering, exhaustion rushing in all at once now that the panic had eased. Harry watched you with a softness that made something inside you melt... this man who had sprinted back into the hospital because he felt you needed him, this man who held every broken piece of you like it was precious, this man who loved you so fiercely it made the air feel warm.
“Let me put her back, love,” he whispered gently, eyes flicking to your daughter’s tiny sleeping face. “You rest your arms. I’ve got her.”
He stood slowly, carefully, holding her against his chest with both hands as if she were made of fragile starlight. He walked toward the incubator in that calm, quiet way he did everything when it came to her, measured steps, gentle sway in his shoulders, soft hum under his breath. He lowered her into the warm light, adjusting the blanket around her small body, lingering a moment just to touch her cheek with the back of his finger.
“Sleep, little angel,” he murmured, voice warm and low. “Daddy’s right here.”
When he turned back to you, his entire face softened even more, if that was possible. You looked small against the hospital bed, small and exhausted and heartbreakingly beautiful in the low light. He came straight to your side, those long, gentle hands already reaching to adjust your pillows, straighten the blankets, tuck them around you the way he knew you liked.
“Lift just a little for me, sweetheart,” he whispered, supporting your back with one arm, making sure your incision wasn’t strained, settling you slowly into the most comfortable position. He ran his thumb along your jaw, brushing away the stray tears that had dried on your skin. “There you go. That’s better, yeah?”
You nodded, throat tight.
Harry leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, slow, careful, filled with gratitude and relief and love so deep it almost hurt.
When he pulled back, he stayed close, his forehead nearly touching yours, his breath warm on your cheek.
“Love,” he whispered, brushing his knuckles over your temple, “you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. And I’m gonna take care of you. Every hour, every night, every moment. You’re not doing any of this alone, do you hear me?”
Your eyes filled again, but softly this time.
Harry kissed your cheek, then your forehead, then rested his lips lightly on the corner of your mouth.
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” he murmured. “More than I can ever say. You gave me our girl… and I promise you, I’m going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never carry a single thing by yourself again.”
He lay beside you carefully, wrapping an arm around your waist, his hand splayed warm and steady over your hip, pulling you gently into his chest.
“Sleep, my love,” he whispered into your hair.
And with your daughter sleeping under the soft glow of the incubator and Harry’s heartbeat steady against your back, you finally let yourself rest.
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Summary: Y/n’s mood changes and sicknesses happen to be more than just that.
lmao i don’t know why i put that tittle, but The Cure rules.
Content: soft husband!harry :DD pregnant afab!reader, use of she/her, mention of food and vomit (pregnancy symptom), la la land spoilers(?) and that’s it ig.
Disclaimer: English is not my first lenguaje so if there’s any mistake i’m sorry, i’ll try to correct it.
“No, i’m staying with Y/n, she’s not been feeling good. Enjoy though, oh! And bring some tiramisu.”
“ ’M sorry, H” she said struggling to stand up from the bathroom’s floor.
“No, no, there’s nothing to be sorry ‘bout. Now come here, i’ll help you clean yourself and we can go watch a movie. You said that watching Ryan Gosling everywhere made you want to bing his movies.” Harry kneeled in front of her offering his hand.
“Mhm” Y/n said without any sign of excitement. Her hand reached the toilet’s chain and released her sickness before lean into the sink and wash her mouth a total of four times.
“Think that enough, you’re gonna get sick again if you keep pulling the brush all the way down your throat.” he chuckled taking the brush out of her hand.
“Wait, throw it in the trash, please.” she said before shoving some more water in her mouth.
“But it’s clean.”
“It’s not, but i’ve had it for over 3 months.”
“Okay miss.”
“It’s Missus, Mister.”
“You feeling better, Missus?”
“I think, it was probably all the crap i’ve been eating.”
“The holidays are for something, don’t you think?”
“I guess.” her mood “I’m sorry.”
“I told you, you don’t have to…”
“No, i’m sorry for being so grumpy this past few days, i don’t know what’s happening.” she said as some tears began to accumulate in her eyes and her head goes to her husband’s chest.
“Oh, honey, don’t worry, it was part of our vows, being here through thick and thin, right?” he grabbed her cheek and smiled warmly, with her blurry vision she just saw a charming white downward D but she returned it.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“Now you can see me fantasize with Ryan Gosling.”
“No problem, i’ll do the same.”
They giggled like toddlers and went to the kitchen for some snacks.
“Some popcorn will do it?” said Harry grabbing a package of microwave popcorn.
“Yeah, although is there a peanut butter and chocolate? i’ve been craving some of it.”
“Hm, we have a package of truffles but no peanut butter…”
“It’s okay, all perfect.”
“Well, what do you think of you picking the first movie and i’ll be there when these are ready.”
“Okay.” she gave him a peck kiss. “This is like the honeymoon all over again.” and began to walk to the lounge.
“I hope we never leave that stage.” Harry said loudly making sure she heard. She blew him a kiss and sat on the couch.
Y/n grabbed her phone to google in which platform was La La Land on. She didn’t even knew if the villa’s TV had more than 3 streaming services.
“Already picked one?”
“I’m checking where is it.”
“I bring you some water, i like my woman hydrated.”
He let out a little laugh “Thanks, love.”
They snuggled in the middle of the couch and concentrate in enjoying the movie.
Everything went well, they got to the point in the movie that showed what would’ve happened if they had ended up together.
Harry made a pout, watching the montage of the couple having a kid, but beside him Y/n began to sob, but in a concerning way.
“Everything okay, love?”
“Y-yeah, it just...” she went quiet to hear the final notes of song that Sebastian was playing in his bar. And led out another sob. “It’s so sad, because they loved each other, b-but they couldn’t make their dreams come true if the stayed together a-and they will always love each other…”
“It’s okay” Harry couldn’t help but feel a mixture of concern and a little bit, just a bit, of fun, watching her being so invested in a movie that they’ve watched several times. “Sometimes that’s how life goes.”
“What a bullshit life we live in.” He audibly laughed at that, remembering the joker memes, she also laughed “Okay, i heard it.”
And just like that she was laughing like anything happened.
“Wanna see another movie?”
“I don’t know, ‘m tired.”
“Wanna go to bed?”
“Yes please.”
When they were getting up of the couch Y/n felt sick again, she ran to the nearest bathroom and let it all out. That took Harry by surprise, one moment he was folding the blanket they where using and talking about other movies and the other he was grabbing his wife’s hair.
“Don’t know what’s happening to me, H. It feels like something more.” she rested her back into the cold wall opposite to the toilet
She recalled when she was sweaty and exhausted she blamed italy’s sun, when her mood changed drastically she blamed her personality, when she felt disgust out of nowhere and ended up vomiting she blamed the food and spices she was not used to, but everything as a whole was sign of other thing.
“Like what?” Harry said concerned thinking of the worst.
“I-i… i’ve been feeling weird lately and all my symptoms are, you know, hm, signs of pregnancy.”
“… Like what?” he repeated too shocked to say other thing.
“Mood change, um, craving could be described, the constant exhaustion, vomit…”
“Want me to go for a test?”
“What if paps catch you?”
“Who cares about them?” he said excitedly, this could be one of the happiest days of his life, and he couldn’t wait.
“Pr team, probably.” Y/n said tired.
“Well, I think they’ll understand. You’ll be good on your own? O could ask one of the guys to get a test on their way here.”
“I’ll be good, also we aren’t certain if i’m… pregnant, don’t want to alarm anyone and I’m pretty sure they’ll be back ‘till midnight.”
“You’re right. Well, i’ll be right back, honey.”
“Thanks.”
Harry literally sprinted to the nearest corner store as soon a he closed the villa’s door. Not caring of anything else, he ran through a fairly small business, not more than 5 minutes away, or that what he felt, until he viewed the boxes he was so desperate for, he grabbed three different ones and ran to the cash register, an old man smiled kindly at him. The interaction was short but cute.
When Harry grabbed the tests the man said to him "Buona fortuna." (good luck). With Harry's poor italian he said "Grazie" and ran back to Y/n.
"That was quick" Y/n was waiting by the door when he arrived.
"I always am, hun…” Harry said out of breath.
Y/n laughed and grabbed the bruised boxes from his hands. "I'm nervous"
"There's nothing to be nervous about, love."
"Well, then, there I go." she let a loud shaky breath and entered the bathroom again.
"Love you."
"Love you too." her voice muffled by the door.
Harry was also nervous, but in a good way nervous, what a good timing, he thought, they been wanting to start a family since last year, well, since forever, but actively trying ever since. He remembered the doctor appointments, the times they had sex just because an app told them to, and the disappointment in their faces when the test were negative, over and over again. And now, they were the happiest they've been, he just finished love on tour, Y/n finished her second book and taking a vacation with all their friends and family.
"Har...ry, come in, please." he did so immediately.
"Everything okay?" his voice was shaky. The tests were all perfectly lined up on a counter all of them facing down.
"Yes, I wanted you to be here." she was crying again, but the smile in her face denoted happiness and anxiety.
"Remember that no matter what the tests say, we'll be fine, and keep trying if you want."
"Thanks." she muttered hugging him.
"Thank you" he hugged her back kissing her hair.
"Can you check one first, please?"
"Sure"
While still hugging her he picked one of the tests and checked. His heart stopped when there was just one line across the screen.
"Uhm, what does one line means?" he asked, wanting to be in the wrong.
"N-negative..."
Y/n pulled away from the embrace to confirm what Harry was saying.
"It's okay, we got two more left."
"Yeah." Y/n said not really expecting any different result. She grabbed one and Harry the other.
Y/n's test said 'Incinta 2-3 settimane*' And Harry's had two vertical lines.
"Oh god, this one say-"
"My phone! Where is it." Y/n said quickly.
"What?"
"I need a confirmation."
She opened the translator and typed the test's result, it gave 'Pregnant 2-3 weeks'
"Oh my god! What does yours says?"
"That you're pregnant!"
"This one too!" she jumped into her husband's arms rounding his waist with her legs.
"Two out of three." he said shocked.
"I'll take it. Tomorrow we could go to a doctor."
"I can't wait." he said happily.
"Neither can i."
"Thank you, thank you love." he kissed her nose.
"I couldn't have done anything without your contribution, love, thank you too." she cupped his cheek as he laughed.
"Let's go to bed, tomorrow might be a big day.”
Y/n, attached to him in a koala style, and Harry Styles went to the bedroom full of bliss and expectancy for tomorrow.
“Where were you guys all morning? We waited you for breakfast” Gemma said laying on a sun chair near the villa’s pool, where the radiant couple just arrived.
“Uh, went for some air.” Harry responded.
“Oh, how are you feeling, Y/n?”
“Much better.” Y/n smiled widely to her sister-in-law. “I’m going for some water, want some?”
“I’m good, pumping, thanks.”
“Gem?”
“I have some here, thank you, Y/n/n.”
Y/n walked into the kitchen with a happy pace and Harry admired her silhouette in that white dress he loved so much.
“Are you guys high?”
“What?”
“Why are you smiling so much? it’s creepy.”
“We’re happy.” he said jokingly annoyed. “Also, i have something to tell you.”
“Y/n’s pregnant?” Gemma guessed, siting straight and taking her glasses off.
“How’d you know?”
“I didn’t, but the pregnancy tests in the bathroom gave me an idea. Congratulations!” the siblings hugged tightly.
“Thank you!”
“You’re finally becoming a dad. Ahh!”
“I know, ahh!”
“Why are you screaming like hyenas in cocaine?”
“Y/n, congrats, darling.” Gemma hugged her.
“Oh Gemma, thanks.”
“You’ll be the greatest parents and i’m gonna be the greatest aunt.”
The three laughed. “I’m pretty sure you’ll be, Gem”
Cuddling like this with Harry has been a dream of mine since i was like 13 years old 😔 he'd be sooo soft
Word count: 1.3K
What is it: Harry comes back from work and wants needs a cuddle; almost no plot just fluff
YN shut the door behind her, taking a step to enter her and Harry’s home and turning the light’s switch on the side, the previously dark house lighting up in an instant, turning the dark and cold atmosphere into a cozy one.
She loved their home.
Growing up YN never really took part in decorating her childhood home, because it was her mum that bought furniture so she went with whatever her mum liked, and when she moved to London, she was a broke college student, so buying fancy furniture wasn’t exactly her priority.
When Harry had asked her to move in, his house was already decorated, and honestly, YN liked it as it was, but almost immediately, Harry made it clear that was also her house now, and he wanted her to be comfortable in his space, so he gave her his card and told her to buy everything she wanted.
YN didn’t really know where someone with Harry’s amount of money would go to shop for furniture, so she asked him if he was fine with IKEA and he had agreed, because he didn’t really care as long as she was happy.
When it came to Christmas decorating, though, it was a whole other deal.
Harry loved Christmas, and when YN asked him if he wanted her to take care of decorating alone — since he’d come back home on the 15th —, he got a little upset and whined like a baby for the entirety of their call, turning in his usual chatty self only after she’d told him she would wait for him and they’d go Christmas shopping together when he’d be back from Los Angeles.
So, when she walked in their shared living room, YN smiled happily at the sight in front of her, walking towards the Christmas tree to switch on its lights.
She then made her way upstairs, hurrying up the stairs, eager to remove her uncomfortable work clothes to wear something more comfortable.
She walked in her closet and took out one of Harry’s merch hoodie, which ran oversized on her and was honestly so comfy, pairing it with some sweats. YN never really understood people that don’t change immediately after coming home. She cringes at the mere thought of relaxing in jeans. She could never!
After a quick shower to warm her limbs, she changed in the clothes she’d picked out earlier and sighed happily when her skin met with the soft fabric of the hoodie, the scent of the fabric softener Harry always used when doing laundry, filled her nostrils and she felt truly relaxed for the first time ever, the sudden realization that it was the 20th and she finally had some time off of work taking place, soothing her running head. It always took her a while to get accustomed to he holidays, always so busy with work, and she never truly felt free until Harry was free from work too.
He’d just came back less than a week ago, and he still had a couple of interviews and some charity events he was supposed to attend before closing everything on the 24th.
To her, it was truly crazy how someone could work until Christmas Eve, and she told him many times, but he always shrugged it off telling her he was used to it. To YN, it didn’t make it any better.
After picking a book from their office’s bookshelf, she made her way back downstairs, plopping down on the couch.
She rested her head on the arm rest and scooted down so she could be comfortable enough to stretch her legs and lay down.
She opened her book and started reading to occupy the time it would take Harry to come back home.
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A couple of hours had passed when YN heard the front door shut softly and the sound of keys tilting in the dish placed by the door. She smiled to herself, not raising her eyes from the book. Harry was finally home.
When he made his way in the living room, he was still wearing his work clothes — just jeans and a sweater, but they were still work clothes to him — but he had removed his shoes. Yn eyed him briefly before tapping the screen of her phone that rested on the coffee table and she frowned at the time, it was past eight o’clock. She knew he must have been exhausted.
“Hey, my love” she whispered, resting her book open on her chest and stretching her arms towards him.
Harry smiled lazily at her and at first sat down on the couch near her feet, resting one hand on her ankle and thumbing at her exposed skin absentmindedly.
YN knew not to question him. It wasn’t the first time he’d come back from work and didn’t feel like talking, so she usually would let him do his thing until he felt like being social again. She understood how hard it must be to always be expected to be happy and laid back, so she didn’t want him to feel like he had to pretend at home too.
Two beats passed and YN picked up her book again, resuming her reading.
She felt Harry shuffle in his place at her feet, and after a while she felt him sneaking up her body, resting his smushed cheek against her chest and she opened her legs a bit so he could rest comfortably between them. She intertwined one of her legs with his and Harry sighed heavily against her chest, moving his head so he could splatter light kisses against her covered skin.
YN switched the book from one hand to the other, holding it open with just one hand and burying the other in Harry’s hair, removing the hair clip from his curls and placing it on the hem of her hoodie. Once his hair was free, she started to tug gently at the roots, alternating the tugs with a gentle massage on his scalps with her fingertips.
His body was starting to get warmer, and she loved feeling his body weighting on her. Harry always used to joke that if he could get inside her skin he would, because he never seemed to feel close enough to her.
After some time, YN closed the book, marking the page folding the ear of the page, and placed it on the ground. Harry had fallen asleep, and she didn’t want to wake him stretching to the coffee table, so the ground would do just fine.
She kept playing with his hair with one hand, smoothing the hair from his forehead so she could see his face better. He looked so peaceful with his cheek smashed against her chest, his plushy lips red and slightly opened, small breaths puffing out of his round cheeks.
She loved him like this, soft and tender. She brought her other hand down and started caressing his back in circles, hoping to soothe the tension off of him.
“My baby” she whispered, tilting her head a bit so she could plant a kiss on his hair line.
Harry mumbled something incomprehensible at that and she tugged gently at his hair, “what?”
“I’ll get up in a bit” he repeated, muttering, his eyes still closed and his words coming out strangled from his squished cheek.
“No need, you’re like my personal teddy bear” she giggled softly, pressing another kiss to his hair line.
“Love you so much” he mumbled, never opening his eyes. He squeezed her a little harder with his arm and she smiled against his hair.
“Sleep now, I’ll wake you when it’s time for bed”
Harry nodded against her chest and his hair tickled her chin.
“Love you too, cuddly baby” She whispered, resuming her massages with her hands. Harry was already asleep again, and she knew he probably didn’t hear her, but she knew she’d tell him how much she loved him as soon as he’d wake up. She truly did love him, cuddles and all.
When Harry and Y/N's twins started to grow into toddlers, the couple quickly noticed that their youngest struggled to control her eye. That's why they didn't waste any time, and sooner rather than later, three-year-old Lena was wearing an eye patch to try to fix her strabismus.
The process of getting her used to wearing it was long and exhausting for Harry and Y/N, and they tried very hard to make it fun, buying eye patches with different shapes and designs. Their other twin, Harvey, was the most supportive of his sister, and he offered to wear matching eye patches with her whenever she was self-conscious about wearing it in public.
Harry and Y/N's twins might be toddlers, but they love and understand each other like no one else, and that fascinates their parents. Besides, the couple has tried so hard to make them understand that they are loved and supported no matter what, and it is very important to express their feelings with each other.
"Daddy do we have good seats for your concert tomorrow?" Harvey asks suddenly during their daily family dinner.
"Of course, my boy. The best in the house, always!" Harry answers, furrowing his brows. "Why do you ask, baby? You know you always get the best".
"I know, daddy!" His son answers playfully. "But it's the first time sissy is going to the concert with her eye patch, and I want her to have the best time".
Harry and Y/N can swear that their hearts melted when those words left their son's mouth.
"Oh," says Lena. "Daddy, I'm going to see you singing, right? You are going to be so far away, I need to see you".
Lena has always been a very anxious baby, and the family had, and still is, dealing with some heavy separation anxiety from her. The eye issue only added to this, and it has been hard for the couple to manage.
"Don't get nervous, my best girl" Harry tried to comfort her. "You three will have the best seats in the venue, and the important thing is to have fun! You see me every day, and I'm available always".
This seems to cheer her up, and the family moves on from this topic to talk about school. Sudden changes in conversation subjects are very common in the house, and Harry and Y/N can't lie and say they don't love it when their kids bring up things they want to tell their parents. Seeing them interact is one of their favorite things ever since they started to talk.
Dinner finished, and the kids were put to bed with a story read by Y/N and their song, Love of my life, sung by their father. It was not an easy thing to do like it usually is because they were too excited about their concert the next day. Even though Harry has toured for a while after they were born, this is the first time his twins are in the audience, watching him perform. Before this second leg of Love On Tour, they stayed backstage with Y/N and whoever would watch over them while Harry was putting on a show.
However, not long ago the twins started to feel more curious and understand more about their parent's, especially Harry's, lifestyle. That is the reason why they have let them watch the concerts whenever they show any interest about it.
The next day came by very quickly, and now the kids are getting ready with Y/N while Harry is rehearsing and putting together the outfit for tonight.
Lena has decided to wear a silver sparkly skirt that matches her cowboy hat paired with a t-shirt with a red heart in the middle, and Harvey is wearing bell jeans paired with a matching t-shirt with her sister and a royal blue boa. Y/N has let them choose their outfits, wanting them to have the most freedom possible, and she has to say she is quite proud of what they have come up with.
Unfortunately, the family didn't have enough time to wish Harry good luck like they usually would have, seeing that there had been an outfit malfunction, according to Harry Lambert, and the whole band was running late. This upset the kids for two minutes, and then Y/N suggested a face time call with Harry.
"Hi, my babies. I'm so sorry I can't see you before the show" He says with a pout on his face. "I promise I'll blow you a kiss from the stage, and give you lots of cuddles when I finish" Y/N can see the sadness on his face, knowing that he is upset he is not going to be able to get his good luck kiss and cuddle from his two favorite people.
"Don't worry daddy", says Lena. "Harvs and I just wanted to show you our outfits that mummy let us choose by ourselves!".
"Oh, isn't that right baby girl? Can you do a little twirl for daddy?" he says getting his face as close to the screen as possible, squinting his eyes to try to see his precious daughter in the most detail possible. "Daddy really wants to see your outfits".
The family spent the next thirty minutes following Harry around, from the make up chair to his changing room and everything, through his phone, until the moment it was time for him to change into his chosen outfit and get in the box.
"Okay babies, I need to go get ready", he tells them sounding way too devastated for him to be seeing them in less than fifteen minutes. "I'll see you on stage okay? Try to raise your hands the highest, sing the loudest, and have the most fun for me".
The kids promised to do all of that before blowing him multiple kisses and hanging up. They needed to get to their seats right now if they wanted to avoid getting swarmed by some fans. They are usually very polite and nice to Y/N, and especially the kids, but Y/N doesn't want to risk it without Harry there to help her.
They got there safely, and the twins, who are seated on each side of you, are happy to see that their father was right and that they have extremely good seats. They will be able to see their father without a problem.
"Mummy it's starting!" Harvey shrieks when the lights go out and the intro visuals start playing. "Oh my god mummy, I'm so excited!" Y/N never gets tired of how excited he gets every time he sees his dad in concert, it is always as if it was the first time.
Lena clings to your arm from the other side of you, her excitement for the concert to start being silent compared to her brother's. Y/N starts shouting and jumping with excitement as well, making her children copy her and start singing the songs. They also notice that Harry's outfit matches his children's, so that makes them shout even louder.
Harry doesn't take long to find them and when he sends a kiss to his family, the "Muah" that goes with his kiss is heard in the whole arena, making everyone aww.
"Mummy daddy can see us!" Both of the twins exclaim, shocked their father can see them from the stage. "If I send him a kiss will he see me?" Lena asks, genuinely curious.
You don't know how to answer because Harry is constantly moving on stage, so it would be very easy for him to miss his daughter trying to blow him a kiss. Nonetheless, Lena doesn't wait for her mothers approval and blows a kiss towards the stage.
Unbeknownst to Y/N, Harry had been watching the whole interaction, and he didn't hesitate to take her daughter's kiss in the air and put it in his back pocket, making Lena squeal.
The concert goes as expected, and Y/N and the twins are having so much fun. Besides, Y/N is quick to notice that, distracted from the excitement, Lena hasn't once complained about the eye patch she has been in fact wearing in public. That is a huge achievement.
Y/N had planned to leave the seats and go backstage right before kiwi so they wouldn't have trouble getting there later. Nevertheless, a gasp distracts her from dancing carefree to one of the last songs of the concert.
"Mummy something happened to daddy", Lena says with concern in her voice. "Mummy someone threw something at daddy" She repeated, starting to tear up.
This makes Harvey notice how his father is rubbing his eye, and keeping it closed for way too long, making him worry and start clinging to his mum as well.
Both kids start full-on sobbing when they see their father unable to open his eye on stage, constantly rubbing it and trying to block the light from his eyes. Y/N hadn't seen the object, and she definitely doesn't want to ask her kids, so she is unable to assess the gravity of the situation. The only thing she is able to do is to take both of her kids in her arms and carry them backstage.
Once they get there she sits the kids on the sofa and dries their tears, trying to comfort them. "My babies don't cry"; she coos. "Daddy is the strongest person in the world, I'm sure he is fine. It just took him by surprise!"
This last sentence seems to calm the three-year-old twins, and they end up cuddling their mother, soft whines coming from them from time to time, sleepy eyes from all the tears getting hard for them to open.
The kids jump when they hear the door open, and when Harry goes straight to the bathroom instead of greeting them, they immediately start sobbing again. Harry hears them from the inside, and he is quick to open the door once he has checked his eye, and get to his babies as soon as possible.
"Oh my, sweet things", he says, quickly kneeling next to them and being almost pushed to the floor by the force his kids hugged him with. "What's happened? Did you not enjoy the show? Was it too loud?"
The kids don't respond, and Harry keeps rubbing their backs and kissing their tears away, unaware and completely clueless about what has made his sweethearts so upset.
"Daddy, someone hurt your eye!" Harvey exclaims with anger. "You are hurt, daddy". Harry's heart breaks with how upset he is.
"There is nothing to worry about, sunshine", he explains. "Daddy got hurt for a moment, but now I just need an ice eye patch to make the sting go away. I'll be perfect again in an hour".
"Eye patch?", his daughter perks up at the comment. "We match again?"
"Yeah baby, I'm going to match with the prettiest princess in the world", he tells her soflty.
"But mummy is the prettiest princess in the world", she fights back playfully.
"No no no, mummy is a queen", he clarifies turning to his wife. "Your mummy is the prettiest and most gorgeous queen in the entire planet".
"I agree", both of their kids say at the same time. "And then Harvey is the prettiest prince, and you are the prettiest king", finishes Lena, making Harry give her the biggest kiss on the cheek.
"That is right", Y/N answers while sitting down close to her family. "We are all beautiful and special in our own ways, isn't that right?".
"This deserves a big family hug for daddy to heal his eye, don't you think?", Harvey suggests, making Harry smile and hug his kids even closer. Y/N gets in the hug, giving Harry a passionate kiss and a knowing smile, she is sure that they are both thinking the same thing.
Their family is perfect, and they are the happiest they have ever been.
I really hope you like this one guys! The response I have gotten with my first post has been insane, and now I feel very inspired to post my work. You can send requests for me to write, and don't forget to like and reblog! THANK YOU SO MUCH <3
Hey could you do another Harry and his daughter blurb. Like Harry being clingy to her and being affectionate?
of course i can! it’s a little short but i hope u enjoy ~
your my baby say it to me
w.c - 300+
🏷️ tags - dad!harry , singledad!harry , mitchrowland , dad!harry x amani, and of course, fluff.
summary - harry being a *little* clingy towards his daughter when he’s supposed to be getting ready
pairing - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪🥛
more harry & amani
“harry, shows starting soon, you really gotta get your suit on man.” mitch sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend, who has his almost one year old daughter in a makeshift swaddle (although she’s getting to old for it). harry was supposed to be getting ready ten minutes ago— but of course once amani awoke from her nap he couldn’t help but coo at her puffy face, and show no hesitation to cuddle her when she cried for him.
long forgotten was the pink suit he was supposed to be wearing.
“can’t, she wants to cuddle with her dada, right mani?” harry said, kissing his daughters cheeks, and earning a little nod from her, though harry knows she doesn’t understand what he said. he also knows jeff will have his head once he finds out he still hasn’t gotten ready, but he can’t make himself care no matter how hard he tries. post-nap time is one of his most favorite things, his daughter wakes up clingy and cuddly and harry loves it. he gives her all the cuddles she could want, and anyone who tries to tear them apart during this time is most likely to fail.
mitch knows this, so he accepts his defeat and finds a nearby concession stand to occupy himself.
once harry and his daughter are alone again, he smiles at her, sitting her up in his lap. “mani?” he says, getting her attention. the little one looks up at him and smiles around her dummy. “i love you,” he coos, tickling her tummy. amani copies him, attempting to say it back but it comes out as incoherent blubbering.
“oh my— baby, did you just tell me you love me? you love dada?” harry gasps, searching for his phone if she says it again. he’s sure he would look crazy to anyone else, but his baby finds it endearing.
it’s only until sarah enters the room and forcefully pulls amani away from him and lets jeff coerce him into his suit that he finally gets ready.
ps- to all the lovely anons who sent in requests, im working on them! i don’t have much time to do them but i try to do what i can :) sorry for delays <3
as always , requests are open! ty for reading 📖 ☕️
In a cozy and well-lit bathroom, the soft glow of scented candles illuminated the air.The calming notes of a gentle melody played in the background, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and comfort.
Y/N, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and gratitude, found herself at the center of this soothing scene, with her best friend Harry by her side, ready to offer his unwavering support.
Y/N had recently undergone a minor surgical procedure, and the recovery process had left her feeling drained and a bit vulnerable. Harry, being the dependable and caring friend he was, had come over to her place to help in any way he could. He suggested a warm bath to help ease her discomfort, and Y/N had gratefully agreed.
Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, Y/N looked up at Harry with a small, appreciative smile. "I can't believe you're doing this, Harry. You really didn't have to."
Harry returned the smile, his eyes warm and kind. "Hey, what are friends for? I'm here to take care of you, Y/N."
With gentle reassurance, Harry helped Y/N out of her robe, his movements considerate and respectful. He made sure she felt comfortable every step of the way, his focus solely on ensuring her well-being. As Y/N lowered herself into the warm water, a sigh of relief escaped her lips, the sensation of the water enveloping her tired body like a comforting embrace.
Harry took a seat on a small stool by the tub, his presence calming and reassuring. "How does the water feel?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur.
Y/N closed her eyes briefly, relishing the sensation. "It's wonderful. Thank you, Harry."
Harry's gaze never wavered from her, his eyes filled with a gentle concern. "Just relax and let the warm water do its magic. I'll be right here if you need anything."
With Harry's reassuring words echoing in her ears, Y/N leaned back, allowing herself to fully unwind. The warmth of the water seeped into her muscles, soothing away the tension and discomfort she had been feeling. It was a small yet significant act of kindness, a reminder of the deep bond of friendship they shared.
As Y/N closed her eyes and focused on the sound of her own breathing, Harry's presence became a steady anchor. His quiet companionship was a source of comfort, and Y/N felt a sense of gratitude wash over her. She couldn't have asked for a better friend to support her during this time.
After a while, Harry reached for a soft washcloth, gently wetting it before squeezing out the excess water. With delicate care, he began to cleanse Y/N's skin, his touch light and soothing. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a mix of surprise and appreciation in her gaze.
"You really don't have to do this, Harry," she murmured, her voice touched by a mix of gratitude and vulnerability.
Harry's smile was gentle, his focus unwavering. "I want to, Y/N. You've always been there for me, and now it's my turn to take care of you."
Y/N's heart swelled with emotion, her eyes misting slightly. Harry's friendship meant the world to her, and his selflessness in this moment was a testament to the depth of their connection. As he continued his careful ministrations, a sense of trust settled over her, allowing her to fully embrace the vulnerability of the situation.
As the bath continued, Harry engaged Y/N in light-hearted conversation, their words flowing easily like the water that surrounded them. They reminisced about their shared memories, exchanged stories from their past adventures, and simply enjoyed each other's company. The atmosphere was one of comfort and camaraderie, a space where their souls could connect without pretense.
After a while, Harry reached for a pitcher of warm water, his touch gentle as he poured it over Y/N's shoulders, allowing the water to cascade down her back. The sensation was a soothing caress, and Y/N couldn't help but close her eyes, surrendering to the moment
"You're doing an amazing job at this," she whispered, her voice filled with appreciation.
Harry's response was accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Well, I've had my fair share of practice taking care of others."
As the bath continued, Y/N felt a deep sense of relaxation wash over her. The soothing water, combined with Harry's attentive care, created a cocoon of comfort that enveloped her entirely. It was a moment of vulnerability, of trust, and of genuine friendship that transcended words.
Eventually, the time came for Y/N to step out of the bath. With Harry's assistance, she rose from the water, and he wrapped a fluffy towel around her, his touch gentle and respectful. Y/N felt a sense of gratitude swell within her as she met his gaze, her eyes filled with unspoken appreciation.
"Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice soft but sincere. "For everything."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes reflecting the depth of their friendship. "Anytime, Y/N. Remember, I'm just a call away."
As Y/N dressed in comfortable clothes, Harry remained by her side, offering his continued support. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, the ease of their interaction a testament to the years of friendship they had shared.
As they sat together in the living room, sharing a pizza and laughter, Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Harry's simple yet profound act of kindness had not only helped her physically but had also reaffirmed the strength of their bond. It was a friendship built on moments like these - moments of care, understanding, and unwavering support.
Conversation flowed effortlessly, ranging from lighthearted banter to deeper musings about life, dreams, and the beauty of their friendship. The hours seemed to slip away, and before they knew it, the clock had struck midnight.
"Looks like it's getting late," Y/N remarked, a yawn escaping her lips.
Harry nodded, his eyes twinkling. "I've got an idea. How about I make us a cup of tea, and we can continue our chat in the kitchen?"
Y/N's tired eyes lit up with appreciation. "That sounds perfect."
As Harry disappeared into the kitchen, Y/N took a moment to reflect on the events of the day. From the soothing bath to the heartfelt conversations, Harry's presence had been a constant source of comfort and care. She felt incredibly lucky to have a friend who knew her so well and was always there to lend a helping hand.
Harry returned with two steaming cups of tea, the fragrant aroma filling the air. They settled at the kitchen table, their conversation resumed as they sipped on their tea. It was a moment of connection, of shared experiences, and of genuine friendship that transcended the ordinary.
As the clock ticked on, a comfortable silence settled over them. Y/N rested her chin on her hand, her gaze fixed on Harry's thoughtful expression. "You know, Harry, I can't thank you enough for today. You've been so amazing."
Harry's smile was warm, his eyes holding a depth of emotion. "Y/N, you're one of the most important people in my life. Taking care of you is just what friends do."
Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion, her voice soft but sincere. "Well, I hope you know that you can always count on me too."
Their conversation gradually faded, and Y/N stifled another yawn. "I think it's time for bed," she admitted, a playful grin tugging at her lips.
Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "Agreed. I'll take the couch."
Y/N shook her head, a determined glint in her eyes. "Nonsense. You're not sleeping on the couch. I've got a spare bedroom, and you're welcome to stay there."
Harry opened his mouth to protest, but the look in Y/N's eyes left no room for argument. With a resigned smile, he nodded. "Alright, spare bedroom it is."
As they walked down the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude. Having Harry spend the night was the perfect way to end the day. She settled him in the spare bedroom, the soft light from the bedside lamp casting a warm glow.
"Here you go," Y/N said, gesturing to the room.
Harry smiled appreciatively, his eyes meeting hers. "Thank you, Y/N."
With a quiet goodnight, Y/N retreated to her own bedroom, a sense of contentment settling over her. She slipped under the covers, her thoughts filled with the events of the day and the presence of her wonderful friend just down the hall.
In the spare bedroom, Harry lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The events of the day replayed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction. Taking care of Y/N had been a privilege, a reminder of the strength of their friendship.
As he closed his eyes, his thoughts drifted to the conversations they had shared, the laughter that had filled the air, and the unwavering support they offered each other. It was moments like these that made their friendship truly special, a bond that could weather any storm and emerge even stronger.
As sleep gradually claimed him, Harry's last conscious thought was a simple but heartfelt wish: that their friendship would continue to thrive, and that they would always be there for each other, sharing moments of care, laughter, and companionship that made life's journey a little sweeter.
And so, in the quiet of the night, Y/N and Harry drifted off to sleep, each heart filled with gratitude for the gift of friendship and the warmth of connection that they shared.
