summary: The cold gel, the quiet room, Harry’s hand in yours — the first glimpse at your baby is nothing more than a blurry blob, but somehow, it’s everything.
April 2022
The clinic is quiet, save for the hum of machines and the occasional shuffle of papers behind the reception desk. You’re seated in a chair that’s slightly too stiff, your hands resting over your belly, and Harry hasn’t stopped fidgeting since you checked in. He’s hovering, like always lately — a hand on your back, a whispered “you okay?” every few minutes, constantly offering to get you water or anything really.
You glance at him and smile. “Haz, I’m fine.”
He blinks, like he didn’t realize he was doing it again. “Right. Sorry. Just—nervous, I guess.”
“For me?”
“For us.” His hand finds yours, fingers threading together. “I just want everything to be perfect. I want you to be okay, and…” He trails off, eyes dropping briefly to your midsection. It’s still early. There’s no visible bump yet, but somehow, he looks at you like you’re already glowing.
Before you can reply, a nurse calls your name, and Harry springs up like he’s been launched from his seat. You try not to laugh.
The exam room smells sterile, but the lights are soft, and the doctor has a kind face. She explains what’s going to happen—how the ultrasound works, what you might see. You nod along, barely catching all the words, heart fluttering wildly in your chest. Harry stands near the head of the bed, just beside you, close enough that you can feel the tremble in his hand as he strokes your hair back.
When the doctor lifts your shirt and squeezes the cool gel onto your stomach, you let out a quiet laugh. “Cold,” you mumble.
Harry winces. “That looked freezing. Poor baby.”
“You mean me or the actual baby?”
“Both.”
You glance at him, and he’s already grinning, nerves melting into something softer.
Then the screen lights up.
At first, it’s hard to tell what’s what — just some shifting grays and shadows — but the doctor moves the wand, and suddenly, there it is. A tiny bean. A flicker in the middle of the blob.
“That’s the heartbeat,” the doctor says gently, pointing at the steady blip. “Right there.”
Your breath catches. The room goes still. And then the sound fills the space — a rhythmic, fast whooshing that doesn’t even sound real.
Harry makes a sound you’ve never heard before. Somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. He brings your hand to his lips and presses a kiss to your fingers, then rests them against his cheek.
“Oh,” he says, voice thick. “That’s our baby.”
You nod, too choked up to speak. A tear slips down your temple, and Harry catches it with his thumb before it can disappear into your hair.
“It’s really happening,” you whisper.
Harry leans down, pressing his forehead gently to yours. “Yeah. It is.”
The doctor continues pointing things out on the screen — where the head will be, the curve of the back — but you’re only half-listening. You’re watching Harry. The wonder in his eyes. The way he keeps stealing glances at the monitor like he’s afraid to blink and miss something.
After the doctor finishes, she hands you a printed image — a blurry, perfect little bean — and leaves you two alone for a moment.
Harry sits beside you, the image between his fingers, reverent like it’s a priceless painting. “I know they said it’s too early to tell anything yet,” he says softly, “but I swear this blob already has your nose.”
You giggle, wiping at your cheeks.
He laughs, leaning down to kiss your stomach, still slick and shining. “Hi, bubba,” he murmurs, resting his hand gently over you. “I’m your dad. And I’m already so, so in love with you.”
Your heart swells, overflowing with something fierce and tender. Looking at him, you know: whatever comes next, you’ll figure it out together. This is exactly how it’s meant to be.
—The End—
a/n’s: the next couple of fics are all gonna be about the pregnancy 🥹 I’m sorry I just loveeee these fics.
Summary: You meet Harry sparking the beginning of an unexpected relationship amidst his rising career.
The Beginning of Everything
February 2017
It was the first time you met Harry Styles. It was his birthday, and the air was crisp, the London streets alive with celebration as Harry’s 23rd birthday party unfolded in a cozy venue tucked away from prying eyes. You were invited to this party, one that would mark the beginning of what you never expected to become a whirlwind of a relationship by a mutual friend, someone who thought you’d get along with the man of the hour. The room was filled with his closest friends, industry people, and a handful of others he considered important. But amidst the chaos, the laughter, and the clinking of glasses, it was in the quiet moments between the crowd that you first locked eyes with him.
You'd heard the whispers, the stories of his charm, his wit, and the way he made everyone feel seen. What you didn’t know, however, was just how quickly you’d fall into his orbit.
He wasted no time introducing himself, his charm as effortless as the curls framing his face. “Hi,” he said, extending a hand. “I’m Harry. And you must be the most beautiful person in the room.” You laughed, brushing off the compliment with a playful roll of your eyes. “You’re too kind. Happy birthday.”
That night, Harry stuck close, asking questions about your life, your interests, your dreams. He listened intently, hanging on to every word as if you were the most fascinating person he’d ever met. He was magnetic, and there was something about the way he spoke to you—like he actually wanted to know you, not just the person he saw across the room.
You remembered that first flash of doubt you had—when he looked into your eyes and said, “So, what if I just asked you on a date? Would you say yes then?” You’d laughed it off, turned him down…gently.
“I don’t think you’re ready for someone like me,” you teased, half-joking, half-serious. You had your own career and life that needed attention. And honestly, you knew how demanding Harry’s would be. You couldn’t help but friend-zone him. It was safer that way. “I’m not someone who does long distance,” you’d told him.
He looked genuinely crestfallen, but he didn’t give up. Instead, Harry persisted, patiently settling for friendship, texting you the next day and every day after that. Slowly but surely, you became close—so close that he started calling you his best friend.
April 2017
There was the time he flew back to London after weeks of promoting his first solo single. He’d barely touched down when he called you, asking if you could meet him for coffee. You agreed, only to find him sitting nervously at the corner table, his heart practically on his sleeve.
“I’ve missed you,” he admitted, his voice soft.
“I’ve missed you too,” you replied, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. But when he leaned in and said, “I think we should give this a shot,” you shook your head.
“Harry, I can’t. You’re about to release an album. Your life is about to get even crazier. And I… I can’t do long-distance. I can’t be in a relationship where I barely see the person I’m with.”
He’d tried to argue, but you’d stayed firm. He deserved someone who could match his energy and keep up with his whirlwind lifestyle, and you didn’t think you were that person.
Harry Styles wasn’t someone who took rejection easily, and yet, you knew that he respected your boundaries. By June, however, Harry had proven you wrong. Despite the chaos surrounding his debut album release, he made time for you. Late-night phone calls, surprise visits, and little notes reminding you that he hadn’t forgotten about you. Slowly, he wore down all your defenses. So when he asked you out again, you said yes.
The first date was magical—a quiet dinner in a tucked-away restaurant, where he made you laugh until your belly hurt. You didn’t want to admit it, but your heart was beginning to soften, and the idea of being with him, despite all the chaos his life came with, started to appeal to you.
By July, you were officially a couple. But as you both knew, your relationship had to remain private. The media would never let you live it down; you'd both seen what fame could do to relationships, and neither of you wanted the scrutiny, and Harry wasn’t ready to make such a big commitment public, given how intense the press could be. You understood. For once, your relationship felt like it was just between the two of you, something sacred. You were happy, and Harry was happy. It didn’t matter if anyone else knew; it felt right, and that was all that mattered.
For a while, it was perfect. Harry balanced his burgeoning solo career with his newfound relationship, always making you feel like a priority. You’d supported him wholeheartedly, cheering him on from the sidelines, even when it meant late nights and long stretches apart.
2018, the first cracks in your perfect world began to show. You started to feel the growing distance between you two. At first, it was small—Harry being an hour late to a date because of studio sessions. It wasn’t his fault; he’d warned you, texted you beforehand, apologizing profusely, and when he arrived, he brought flowers and your favorite dessert. You’d brushed it off, understanding the demands of his career.
But as time went on, it started happening more often, the delays became longer, and the dates were cancelled altogether in favor of studio sessions, filming or last-minute interviews. Then it upscaled, postponed weekend plans because of unexpected flights to LA. Each time, Harry would apologize, and for a while, he’d try harder—planning elaborate dates, sending thoughtful gifts. But the pattern always repeated. You tried to understand, you really did. But the pattern always repeated. “He was living his dream”, and you never wanted to be someone who held him back. Still, it stung when you realized you were no longer a priority.
A breaking point came in July, when he booked a last minute second date Madison Square Garden show on your birthday. He’d promised to spend the day with you, but when his team convinced him to add another date to the tour, he couldn’t say no. You’d spent the day alone, trying to convince yourself it didn’t matter. But it did. When he called that night, his voice full of apologies, you’d let the doubts spill out.
“I feel like I’m always second, Harry. Like I’m just something you fit in when it’s convenient.”
He tried to make up for it in small ways, with heartfelt messages and plans for a private celebration later on, but deep down, you felt hurt. You’d always been supportive, but it felt like you were constantly at the back of the line, always waiting for his attention, always trying to make him see your point of view.
From that point forward, whenever you tried to talk to him about it, his response was always the same:
“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” “I’ll do better. I promise.”
He’d be extra sweet for a week, making plans, giving you more of his time. But soon enough, it would all return to the same old rhythm—studio, tour, press. It was the life he chose, and though he never once tried to hide that, you couldn’t help but feel like you were never truly the center of it.
2020
When the pandemic hit, everything changed. Suddenly, there were no tours, no press junkets, no studio sessions. For the first time in a long time, Harry was home. The schedule that had kept him running non-stop, chasing deadlines, planes, and more deadlines, had evaporated.The world had come to a halt, and in a way, you finally got Harry back. The quiet moments you’d been craving—the long talks into the night, lazy weekends with no interruptions—suddenly became your reality.
The feeling of him being with you, without distractions, without the weight of his career hanging over him, was nothing short of blissful.
You had time to talk. Really talk. No more rushed dinners or quick check-ins between rehearsals. It was late-night conversations that stretched for hours, discovering new things about each other, about your dreams, your fears, your goals. It was time spent on the couch, watching movies in silence, content simply to exist in the same space. And it was as though all the doubts you had about your relationship, the moments when you felt like his career had overshadowed everything, simply melted away. You knew Harry had always meant well, but the pandemic gave him the chance to prove it.
You began to talk about the future in ways you never had before. You talked about the future you wanted to build together getting married one day, he’d asked you about your thoughts on having children, Harry even began to mention settling down somewhere quieter, somewhere he could escape the media frenzy that came with his fame, truthful the idea of a quiet life outside of the constant spotlight was all you craved for. It felt like everything was falling into place. Harry was there. He was there, in ways he hadn't in a long time. The love you had for him, and the love you saw in his eyes, was real. It was during this time that you began to imagine a life with him, where music and fame didn’t take priority over the simple moments you two could share. It felt like a dream. You’d always known Harry had the ability to be incredibly thoughtful and loving, but seeing it in action, hearing him talk about wanting a family with you, made everything feel possible. For those few months, there was a sense of peace, an understanding between the two of you that no matter what the future held, you'd be able to face it together.
2021
But as the world slowly reopened, so did Harry’s desire to get back to his music, you saw the familiar gleam in his eye. He wasn’t the same man he had been during the pandemic. He still loved you, you could see it in his eyes, but his work, his love for his music, the very thing that brought him so much joy and fulfilment was calling for him again . The tours started up once more, and the press interviews were back in full force. The late-night studio sessions, the time away, the missed dinners—they all came flooding back. You watched the man you had fallen for slip back into the rhythm that had once made you feel like a distant memory . The promises made during the quarantine seemed like distant echoes. Harry tried to reassure you that things were different this time, that he’d be better, that you were still his priority. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all too familiar.
The Final Straws
By the end of 2021, Live on Tour was in full swing, and Harry had promised you that once the tour wrapped in 2022, things would finally slow down. You both dreamed of 2023 being a year where you could truly reconnect, free from the endless cycle of travel and late-night texts. The idea of Harry being home more often, of finally having the time you’d both been craving, filled you with hope. You envisioned quiet dinners, lazy weekends, and slow mornings without the distraction of tour schedules or constant rehearsals. It was a vision of life outside the chaos—a dream of what could be when his career didn’t come first.
But when Harry announced Harry’s House in early 2022, he also revealed that he would be extending Love on Tour into 2023. Your heart sank. You tried to keep a brave face as he explained the plans, but inside, a knot of dread started to form. It wasn’t the music you minded. You had always supported his career, always admired his passion and dedication. But the truth had never been clearer: no matter how much Harry loved you, no matter how many promises he made, his career would always come first. What you’d thought would be the end of the grueling schedule was now just another chapter in an endless cycle. You came to understand that no matter how much he wanted things to be different, his career would always come first
The realization broke something in you. No matter how much you loved Harry, you couldn’t keep putting yourself last. And as you sat alone on another canceled date night, the doubts that had once crept in now felt impossible to ignore.
And that realization stung in a way you hadn’t expected. Every time he promised things would be different, every time he said, "This time will be different," you’d hoped for a change. But deep down, you knew the pattern. Harry had always been honest about his love for his career, but you’d started to see it for what it was—a love that overshadowed everything else in his life. Even you.
The dream of a quiet life together, of weekends away, of holidays without work looming on the horizon, felt like it was slipping further and further away. And no matter how much you loved him, no matter how much you wished for a life beyond the headlines and the tours, you couldn’t ignore the reality anymore. Harry’s world would always come first, and you had to face that truth, even if it meant letting go of the hope you’d been holding on to for so long.
—The End—
a/n’s: Sorry for the loooong wait! Kind of got unmotivated but this is a timeline of the begging of their love story, I will be wring shorter blurbs of them during this era, but of now that all!
a/n’s: This is part of a new AU masterlist, I won’t be posting this story chronologically but will be listing them here chronologically!
Summary:
When Harry chose his career over family, you were left to raise your son, Théo, alone. Years later, a tragedy forces Harry to confront what truly matters, and he returns, determined to be the father Théo deserves.
As Harry works to rebuild trust and mend the bond with his son (and you) your family slowly begins to heal. This is a story of forgiveness, second chances, and finding love in the cracks of a fractured past.
Fluff ♡, Angst ✧, Hurt/confort 𖧷
RANDOM INFO
— IN CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER—
Promises and patterns (timeline 2017-2022) ✧𖧷
A growing promise (2022) 𖧷♡
A piece of us (2022) ♡
A promise behind the word (2025)♡ [this part does in fact contain spoilers, but it’s the original idea!]
Hi everyone! In this post I'll be posting/updating info about our little family that I find important for you to know and that in fics isn't really clear or directly said:
Birthdays
Harry’s birthday: February 1, 1994
Reader’s birthday: July 15, 1996
Théo’s birthday: November 21, 2022
Important dates
Original anniversary: June 29, 2017
Names
Readers Mom: Amelia
Readers Dad: James
Readers Sister: Emily
Reader family info:
Readers parents divorced when she was round 11
She lived with her mom until she moved out
She has a good relationship with her Dad but she a mommy girl though and though
hii lovely💕💕 i was the anon that sent the ask about promises of us and idk if you got my other ask but i’ll send it again, i’m so so happy that you decided to post another chapter promises and patterns was so devastatingly beautiful i loovvveedddd ittttt😭🤍🤍 also as for the rude anon that was so unnecessary firstly it’s your fic you can do it however you like and if you choose to not follow the normal pattern for fics and do it a little differently that’s your choice (i honestly prefer knowing the ending cause i don’t wanna read a fanfic just for them to not end up together!!) secondly i’m so sorry that you felt discouraged normally im a silent reader but ill try my best to fill your inbox with love so you feel motivated to keep writing just know i stalk your blog everyday for updates💕💕 lots of love xx
Hi loveeee, I’m so SO sorry for the wait I got drowned in finals, the took a break from my phone to cure the burnout hehe
And I did get all your asks 🫶🏼 and thank youuuu for them I really appreciate it and I’d love for you to continue to send them 🥹(If you ever want to read something specific for this little fam I’ll be sure to write it!)
Also I promise promise to be much more consistent cuz I’m officially on vacation.
Anywayyyy here’s the next chapter to pieces of us
A growing promise
I have the next few chapters almost ready 🙂↕️just need to polish them and I think I post one each day 😉
hi lovely are you ever going to continue pieces of us? i’ve been looking forward to it since you posted about it on your blog and i stalk you everyday for updates💕(no pressure tho) lots of love xx
Omg Im so sorry 😣🥺 I got kind of unmotivated with writing and I truly didn't think anyone was waiting on this series (as the only feedback I got was someone telling me I spoiled it all (did not) and that they wouldn't be reading) but anywayssss
HERE
is Promises and Patterns, its truly a rough outline of the begging of their love story, I will be wring fluff blurbs and some angst for this era, but mostly its the important timeline of how everything went down!
I will try to post a blurb at least once a week and every two week or so a longer story for this AU!
It feels like I’ve read the last chapter of a book and know how it’s going to end so what’s the point of reading? lol
Hi! Sorry you feel that way?…
This is definitely not the ending of the story, as there is soooo much more to address like; harry and reader’s relationship and all the doubts, questions and in a good story there is always so many twist and turns!
Also, this could always be read as a one shot - stand alone if you will!
And well no one is demanding you read the whole series when posted, if it’s not in your interest as you "know the ending" anymore I can’t really do anything…
I was always gonna post that part first, regardless if I feel it’s spoiling “the ending”, sorry!
