Tom walked along the seventh floor corridor whistling a tune, the stone wall that held his secrets now insight. A few yards away Tom heard muffled voices, one of them sounded irate and the other saccharine sweet. Growling low in his throat, the Slytherin quickened his pace, hand grasped around his wand.
‘Get your hands off me’ Harry snapped moving out of reach
‘Don’t be like that I was only giving you a hug’ Ginerva Weasley crooned
‘That I didn’t ask for’ Harry retorted
‘I wouldn’t think about touching him again if I were you’ a voice warned
Harry whipped round and saw Tom walking towards him and Ginny, his face etched in a scowl his lip curled.
‘Fuck off Riddle this is a private conversation’ Ginny sneered, moving towards Harry again
‘Not anymore it’s not’ Tom spat ‘now go before I make you’ his wand hand raised slightly, his gaze fierce.
‘You don’t scare me’ Ginny scoffed ‘see you later lover, she crooned walking past Harry and squeezing his arse.
Harry stood looking at the ground, not daring to meet Toms eyes. This wasn’t the first time that he had happened upon Ginny wandering hands. Every chance she got to touch him in some way she took. The girl was brazen and had no shame, Harry didn’t know what to do and his was afraid it was going to effect what he had with Tom before too much longer.
‘Come with me’ Tom instructed taking Harry’s hand and walking towards the Room of Requirement, inside he went over to the sofa and sat down, pulling Harry down onto his lap.
‘I’m sorry’ Harry whispered ‘I don’t know what else to do’
‘I have an idea, but will only do it if you’re ok with it’ Tom countered
‘I’ll try anything’ Harry replied ‘what are you going to do.
Tom explained to Harry his idea, and soon the smile that took the Slytherins breath away had returned to his lions face. There wasn’t anything Tom wouldn’t do for Harry including giving pests a taste of their own medicine.
At breakfast the next morning, Harry was sitting at Gryffindor table enjoying his bacon and eggs. On the opposite table Tom sat with Draco and blaise, watching the entrance to the Great hall.
‘Think this will work?’ Draco asked sipping his coffee
‘Yep’ Tom said with certainty ‘no one puts their hands on Harry accept me’
‘I can’t wait’ Blaise said excitedly ‘look here she comes’
Ginny Weasley sauntered into the hall, and made a beeline for Harry, checking to see that Tom wasn’t lurking anywhere near by. Noticing he was sitting with his cronies at the snakes table, the red head sat down beside Harry.
‘Morning handsome’ she swooned rubbing her hand over Harry’s thigh
Harry ignored her, eating his breakfast and looking at the wall opposite him. Ginny gave his leg another squeeze to get his attention. It was instant, she picked up her juice and had just put the cup to her mouth, when she felt a hand on her leg, moving up and down.
‘Harry’ she giggled, moving closer to him ‘feeling playful are you?’
Harry looked up and saw the redhead smiling widely at him.
‘You say something?’ he asked casually
‘I asked if you were feeling playful’ she whispered close to his ear ‘you were playing with my leg’
Harry regarded her as if she had sprouted two heads, a look of puzzlement on his face.
‘Wasn’t me’ he shrugged going back to his bacon ‘must be imagining things’
‘I know it was you Harry, don’t play coy’ Ginny grinned cupping his crotch
What felt like a hand ran between her legs, lingering second then disappearing.
‘Harry’ Ginny gasped ‘you are feeling playful feeling me up in the hall’
‘My hands are right here, and I have never felt anyone up in the hall’ he snipped getting up from the table and leaving the hall.
Once he was outside Harry dissolved into laughter, Ginny was sitting there absolutely baffled as to what was going on. In potions she pinched Harry’s arse, then felt someone do it to her, when she grabbed his arse again Professor Snape gave her detention.
‘You are a brilliant man’ Harry laughed, kissing Toms neck
‘The best is yet to come love’ Tom answered
Ginny ran screaming from the great hall, the feeling of hands all over her body, pinching, grabbing and groping. Tom wasn’t kidding when he said the best was to come. She didn’t come near Harry after that day.
Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! So this is Part 5 of Wandering Hands.
What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.
Word count: 5.3k
Warning: Smut, & Labor. (lmk if I forgot one!)
Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support! Feedback is always helpful, I love hearing from you all!
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You two both looked at the test and your hand shot up to your mouth. Harry pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your head.
Pregnant
"I'm so happy," you looked up at Harry and you saw his eyes were watering. Green and bright. He cupped your face and kissed you.
"I can't believe this is happening," you said against his lips.
"I'm so happy it is," he responded.
"You're going to be a dad," you whispered.
"I know," he whispered back.
"You said you were good at pulling out," you smiled lightly.
"I thought I was," he laughed. He wrapped his arms around the back of your neck. You leaned your head back against them as you looked up at him. He was beaming with joy and kissing your face all over.
"I'm going to set up an appointment with my OB/GYN, do you want come? You'll barely be able to see it, I don’t know if it's worth taking the day off from wor-"
"Are you kidding? Of course, I'll be there. I'm not missing one appointment." he kissed you.
"Okay," you smiled.
ONE WEEK LATER
The pregnancy was still just you and Harry's little secret. You hadn’t told Sam yet either. It was the day of your appointment and Sam was with his grandparents. You two were waiting in the waiting room and Harry's leg was bouncing up and down. Your morning sickness has died down to only being in the morning opposed to all day.
"Har, calm down," you put your hand on his knee, "everything's going to be fine,"
"Love, I'm so nervous. We're going to finally meet him or her! How are you not nervous?"
"I'm more thinking about the probe they're going to stick up me," you sighed.
"What? I thought they put jelly on your stomach and watch the baby,"
"Not in the very beginning, I can’t be that far along," you said before you were both called into the exam room. They let you changed into a gown which Harry helped you put on.
"You have to be like at most a month right? We stopped using condoms around then,"
"Yeah I think so," you sat back on the bed and put your feet on the stirrups. Your doctor came in and debriefed you on your appointment and what she would be doing. Harry looked petrified when she pulled the probe out and grabbed your hand.
"Oh look, I think we have a heartbeat," your doctor states before clicking some buttons.
"Already?" you say a little shocked. Harry looks at you with a confused look.
"Yeah you seem to be around 6-7 weeks along," you saw Harry doing the math in his head. It was as if a lightbulb went off before he smiled. He leaned down and whispered into your ear.
"I guess I can pull out and they were just your faulty condoms," you glared at him before your doctor put the volume up and you heard your child's heartbeat. You and Harry's eyes became watery as you heard the beautiful sound. You saw him wipe some tears that escaped and stare at the screen.
"There's your baby," your doctor pointed to a small white blob in a black circle.
"Do you know what they are? Like boy or girl?" Harry asked.
"No not yet, about two more months until then," Harry nodded at your doctor and squeezed your hand. Your doctor took some pictures and finished up with you. You set up another appointment before leaving and you and Harry make it back into his car.
"That was exhilarating," Harry said as he turned on the car. You held back a laugh at his choice of words. He was too adorable sometimes.
"It was," you answered.
"Mind if I go to Barnes and Nobles? I want to pick up some books," he asked you as he drove off.
"Yeah that's fine. I feel sleepy so I'll just stay in the car and wait," you said putting your seatbelt on. You did as you said and Harry came back with a full paper bag of books.
"What'd you buy?" you asked.
"Research," he smiled. You took a brief look inside and realized they were all baby books but for husband/father point of views. You smiled and gave him a kiss.
"Baby wants a chili dog by the way," you hid your smile.
"Baby does?"
"Mhm," you nodded.
"Which baby?" he smirked. You shrugged.
"Well, what baby wants baby gets," he said before pulling out of the parking spot.
You two got home and discussed when you were going to share the news with everyone. You settled on after you found out the gender. You two enjoyed having this small secret of just you two. Harry was slowly showing you to not care about everyone’s opinions.
5 months pregnant
"Bye little brother," Sam said before kissing your stomach.
"Sam. If it's a girl you are going to be so disappointed," you laughed.
"Girls are icky!"
"I'm a girl!" you said feigning shock.
"You're a woman," he said seriously. You couldn't but laugh at his tone.
"Not all girls are icky," you explained.
"Eh, I gotta go," you leaned down for him to give you a kiss. Harry came behind him with keys in hand.
"Mm I'm going to miss you today. I got used to working at home." he says as he rubs your belly.
"I'll miss you too, but we'll see each other later. I'll meet you there?" you kissed him.
"Yes, I'll pick up Sam and then meet you there." he gave you a quick peck and then leaned down and kissed your stomach.
"Bye baby girl," he grinned against your skin. You shook your head at your boys. They debated almost every day why they thought it was a boy or girl. They both left and you rubbed your belly.
"Oh, how I wonder what you are," you said as you felt the small flutters in your stomach.
So, let me catch you up. You and Harry were stronger than ever and you were slowly but surely learning how to only care about your small family. You introduced him to Lydia and William over brunch one day and your own parents over facetime. You met his mum and sister over facetime as well. You could tell Anne was a little skeptical but once you two got to know each other you've been texting almost every day ever since. Harry had been staying a lot more at your place. But due to his recent promotion to chief editor, you two decided to just move in together. You two were going to meet at a dream home he found on Zillow for you two later on today. When you were about 12 weeks pregnant, Sam walked in on Harry talking to your stomach. You then decided it was time to explain to him what was going on. He was absolutely ecstatic but when he found out you couldn’t pick it to be a boy, he's been praying for it ever since. Soon after you told Sam you told your parents, Lydia and William, and Harry's family. There was a variety of emotions all around but you were happy nonetheless. Matt was possibly the most shocked, but happy for you. He's the one planning your gender reveal. Him and Harry have become quite friendly as well. Matt, Sam, and Harry all went to a Yankees game one day to 'bond'. Ever since it's been the three musketeers. You were going to find out the gender of your baby in a week or so. Giving you and Harry time to find out if this house was for you or not and also giving Gemma the chance to come visit and see it in person. She has been a great support for Harry through all this. Now, you're all caught up!
You stayed home today and cleaned through your things. It was a little crazy to move at 5 months pregnant but what could you do? You got rid of things you didn't need. You reached under your bed and pulled out a box. It was full of Michael's old hoodies. You smiled and held one close to you. You looked through the box and found one of his shirts in a Ziploc bag. You opened it just a little bit before sniffing like so many times you've done before. You smelled his scent and faint cologne. You smiled at the memory. Barely a painful memory anymore. Harry had gone to visit him with you and Sam once. He stayed behind at a certain point and it seemed as he was having his own private conversation with him. You would save all these clothes for Sam, just in case he'd want them when he was older. You could only feel joy in your life now.
Day of the Gender Reveal
"Matt, leave me alone!" you yelled through his bathroom door.
"You're not pushing me away today too," he continued. You just had a mini argument with Harry because he said you were becoming 'so round' and you were feeling sensitive today. Gemma hit him on the top of his head right after he said it and your eyes watered up. Now you could barely fit in the dress you had bought for the occasion.
"I want to be alone," you said as you opened the door. He shoved his way inside.
"Y/n you know he didn’t mean you he meant your belly,"
"Doesn't make it better Matthew," you glared at him.
"Darling," he said before cupping your cheeks, "you are not ruining this day that I planned so hard for," he smiled sarcastically at you. You hit his chest and pushed him away.
"Get out, I have to get dressed." you pushed him out.
"Great!" he yelled before leaving. You struggled to get your zipper up and you sighed. You called for Harry to come help you. He came in immediately to help.
"I'm so sorry love," he said as he zipped you up.
"It’s fine let's go out to the party." you say as you reach for the doorknob. He wraps his hand around your wrist stopping you. You looked up at him.
"I'm really sorry love," he leaned in towards you, "Could I have a kiss?" you hated how your stomach melted and your baby stirred at his voice. You nodded and he smiled before kissing you gently.
"Don't want to ruin your makeup, thank you love" he opened the door for you. You walked out before him and grabbed his hand. Upon first look you see Matt and Gemma laughing flirtatiously, Sam sneaking a wipe of icing off the cake and onto his finger, music playing, and a laptop ready for a livestream for your family to watch from far away. It wasn't the baby shower so you didn’t think it was worth it for anyone to fly out.
"We ready?" you spoke up. Matt scratched the back of his head and stepped away from Gemma. He was nervous you could tell. You grinned knowing you'd tease him about it later. He gave you a small glare knowing what you were thinking. Matt planned on Sam throwing a baseball at him and him hitting it with a bat. They did some practice throws first and Harry held your hand anxiously.
"Alright! Sam now's your time to shine!" Matt exclaims. Sam giggled and threw the ball. Matt hit it and before we knew it all we saw was PINK. You jumped with joy and so did Harry. Sam looked disappointed but smiled at how happy you are. You hugged Harry and then reached for Sam.
"You're going to love her," you kissed his head, "She's not icky," you laughed.
"I hope so," he mumbled.
"At least you'll be my only boy right now," you grinned. He instantly smiled.
"That's right!" he kissed your cheek and gave you a hug. "Can I have a cupcake?"
"Yes, my love," you said before watching him run off.
Harry came up and hugged you from behind.
"My two girls," he smiled against your shoulder before placing a kiss against the skin there.
"I know, now it’s even. Two girls, and two icky boys," you say before turning around and grin.
"Icky eh?" he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close.
"Mhm," you grab his chin and pull him in for a kiss. He deepens it and smile. We hear Gemma giggling and when we pull away we notice her and Matt laughing with one another. You can feel Harry tense around you so you rub your hand up and down his arm.
"He's a good guy," he looks back at you and you can't read his face.
"I know, it's just weird for me. She's my sister," you smile and nod along.
"She's going to have to build her own life at some point," you lay your head against his chest. He mumbles an agreeance and hugs you tighter.
Later on that day, Harry massaged your feet and cooked you and Sam dinner. You could get used to this type of treatment. You two had gotten the house but had to move in a few weeks from now after it was fixed up a little more. Sam was ecstatic because his room would be bigger and he had a backyard to run around in. You got into bed and Harry crawled in after you. You turned around to face him and put your leg over his.
"Hi," you smiled.
"Hello," he smiled back and rubbed your back. You leaned in and kissed him placing your hand behind his neck to keep him in place. You licked his lips and he let you in his mouth. You climbed on top of him, struggling a bit as your belly got in the way. You huffed and puffed after pulling away. He smiled at you adoringly.
"You're so pretty," he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I'm fat," you huffed. You were carrying a bit larger during your second pregnancy.
"No you're not," he cupped your face and kissed you hard. You were a little surprised by his roughness but it created a warmth between your legs. He bit your lip before pulling away and attacking your neck. He kissed, licked, and bit in all the right places. A moan escaped you and he growled in your ear.
"Don't ever wanna hear you talk about yourself like that okay love?" you nodded quickly.
"Okay," you breathed. His hand was on the side of your neck as he continued his assault towards your collarbones. You placed your hand on his wrist and breathed heavily.
"Harry, please,"
"Please what?" he smirked against your skin kissing around your breasts slowly.
"You know what," you whined.
"Want me to fuck you?" he kissed your cheek gently. It always amazed you how he could say the filthiest things while treating you like glass.
"Yes," you begged.
He flipped you over so you were on your back. You were in one of his t shirts and underwear so there wasn’t much to remove. He got on top of you and kissed you fast and pressed himself against you for some relief. You reached in between you two and rubbed him through his shorts. You knew he wasn’t wearing any boxers or briefs underneath them. He groaned in your mouth and bit your lip when you squeezed him. You reached in to pull him out and you began to rub him against your slit that was still covered by your underwear.
"You tease," he said after pulling away and rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. He watched you pump him slowly before becoming impatient and yanking your hand away. He pulled your underwear off and licked in between your slit for a bit before you began pulling him up to kiss you and finally fuck you. He lined himself up against your entrance and pushed into you slowly.
"I don’t think I'll ever get used to this," he whispered into your ear.
"Same," you moaned.
"So warm," he placed his head in the crook of your neck as he slid in and out of you slowly.
"Ugh Harry,” you scratched his back and pushed his hips deeper into you, "Can you go faster?"
"Course love," he kissed you gently on your lips before picking up his pace. You two remained kissing before you were both close.
"Close?" he asked.
"Little bit, need a little more help," you pouted slightly.
"That’s okay babe," he reached between you and began rubbing your clit. Everything became ten times more intense. You tightened around him causing his thrusts to stutter slightly.
"Ah you do that again I won’t last" he laughed lightly.
"That's okay," you smirked.
"No, lady's first," he rubbed your clit faster and his thrusts became harder. You felt your stomach become tense and before you knew it you two were cumming at the same time. His thrusts stopped as he came, it becoming all too much to move. You had a way of tightening around him that he loved to feel it as he came. You also liked feeling his dick pulse in you. After he was sure he was done, he climbed off you and kissed your forehead before lying next to you. You settled your head on his chest and you both drifted asleep.
10 MONTHS PREGNANT
"Har, I'm so over it," you say before falling onto your new couch in your new home. You watched as Sam played on the jungle gym Harry just finished building for him through your patio door. Your living room was at the back of your house and the door to the patio was attached. Your house was a great size for your growing family. Four bedrooms and two baths. The kitchen was also a great size.
"These are just the last few days, I'm sure she's just extra comfortable, you’ve made her home very nice the past 10 months," he rubbed your belly as he sat next to you.
"Imagine she comes tomorrow? We still have so many boxes to unpack. We shouldn’t even be sitting down," you huffed.
"Love, relax. Please? I will handle it all. Everything we need for our kids is unpacked, our room is all set, we're going to be fine,"
"It's hard to rel-" you were cut short by a sharp pain.
"Love?"
"One sec," you held a finger up as you breathed in deeply.
"What's going on? Should I call Matt?"
"No, no I'm fine. They're just Braxton-Hicks," you explained almost out of breath.
"Okay," he spoke softly as if he was trying to believe you, "I'll get you some water." you nodded. He secretly texted Matt to standby for today just in case. He'd be the one to watch Sam for you and bring him to the hospital afterwards. He brought you back the water and you drank it slowly. You watched Sam through the door again thinking about when you were going to give birth to him. You were young and scared. Tried to be as positive as possible. Bright-eyed parents. It wasn't lost upon you that today was your dating anniversary with Michael.
"I'm excited to meet her," Harry said pulling you away from your thoughts of your past.
"Are you sure you like her name?" you questioned.
"Of course I do, I came up with it," he kisses your forehead.
"It's a good one," you rubbed your belly. She was moving a lot and kicking plenty. You face twisted to a pained one and Harry already knew what was happening as he watched you rub your belly at a quicker pace.
"Oi, stop hurting your mum," he said directly to your stomach, "where is she?"
"I think she's going to be really long. Feel her head in my pelvis and her feet in my ribs," you groaned.
"Love, I know you're excited to see your handsome dad but relax for me yeah?" he said jokingly.
"Narcissist," you laughed. He kissed your belly and rubbed it for you. His new mustache tickled you slightly. He started growing it out about 2 months ago. He said dads grew mustache’s and that’s what he was. A dad. You let him be, unable to ruin his excitement.
"Maybe, but she listened," he shrugged in a cocky way. You rolled your eyes and pulled him in for a kiss. Your pregnancy made you very loving with Harry. It was as if you had been together for years. You remembered your first anniversary a few months back. He made you an amazing dinner and rubbed your feet until you said you were good. He then proceeded to make love to you like it was his job. The pregnancy only heightened those feelings. You wouldn't take back a thing. You were so worried of how others would react but now you only cared about you four. Harry assimilated into your life perfectly.
"I love you," you told him.
"I love you," he kissed your forehead, "I'll never get used to hearing you say it," he leaned his forehead against yours.
"I love you, I love you," you kept repeating giggling. He savored the moment deep into his memory.
That night you woke up feeling wet. It was 2 am. You went to the bathroom and saw your mucus plug had come out. 'Oh boy,' you mumbled to yourself. You cleaned yourself up and put on one of your postpartum diapers. Water would come out in gushes for the rest of the night, or morning. You surprisingly felt calm, minimal pain. You got everything ready and yourself before waking Harry. You felt some minor contractions but walked them out. You began timing them and decided you'd wake him up if they got to 5 minutes apart. You walked around your new home and spent a few minutes alone with your girl. You sang soft lullabies to her and occupied yourself with making Sam his favorite breakfast and lunch that he could take to Matt's. You remembered to text Matt. He didn’t answer so you called him.
"Hello?" he answered groggily.
"Hey dude, your niece is uh coming I think," you smiled.
"Shit really?" he sounded more awake and he shuffled around. You heard a woman's voice in the background but her voice was quickly cut off.
"Matt? Do you have someone over?" you were grinning.
"Um uh hush, should I come over?"
"We could bring him," you offered.
"It's fine, I'll come. He's asleep,"
"You're going to leave the girl alone?"
"Gem-" he coughs, "She'll be fine,"
"GEMMA?!" you yelled in the middle of your kitchen. A stronger contraction came on in that moment making you groan.
"y/n we'll talk about this another time, I'm coming over," he hung up. You took a deep breath trying to forget that your best friend was most likely sleeping with your sister in law. You walked upstairs and sat next Harry on his side of the bed.
"Harry," you kissed his forehead.
"Hm?" he stirred.
"So, don't freak out okay?"
"That's not a good start," he sat up knuckling at his eyes. It was adorable.
"Well, my water broke and my contractions are sort of picking up. Matt is coming soon," you knew it was best to withhold the other information you knew for now. He looked you up and down with a wondering eye.
"Why're you so calm?"
"I've been through this before, I know my body," you lean down and press a kiss to his cheek.
"So, I shouldn’t freak out?" you could tell he was internally freaking out.
"Nope," you kissed all over his face slowly, "everything's gonna be fine," you try to say in his accent. Four words he's repeated to you consistently throughout the past year. He smiles and holds your face in his hands.
"Marry me," you look at him in shock but jump when you hear the light knock on your doorbell.
"I'm gonna go get that," you practically run out of the room. Harry sighs and gets dressed. He didn't know what to think. He'd been planning to ask but wanted to wait a bit till after the baby was born. He can't help but think of how he may have messed it all up now. You two still hadn't spoken about marriage much. Harry not knowing if it was too much of a sensitive topic for you. He made his way downstairs with the hospital bags as you were showing Matt where Sam's food would be. He didn’t understand how you were so prepared. You looked back at him and he couldn’t read your facial expression. You two said bye to Matt and we're on your way to welcome your daughter into the world.
"Y/n," he whispered.
"Can we talk about it later? I just want to push a baby out right now,"
"Yeah of course, I'm uh sorry I blurted it out is all. Um had a whole plan-"
"Harry, it’s okay. Later yeah?" you sucked in a deep breath as a contraction took control over you.
"Yeah," He said before driving faster. You got registered to the maternity floor fairly quickly and Harry helped you change into a gown. Nurses came and put monitors on your stomach. One for contractions and one for baby's heartbeat. They checked how far along you were and it appeared you were about 6 cm along. Bit to go but far enough. You walked around your room as you felt your contractions pick up. Harry offering any help he could. He would fetch you ice chips whenever you wanted.
"Love, how do you feel?" he asked as you settled into the tub filled with warm water.
"I'm alright, just hurts. She's coming, she's moving a lot," you breathed. You felt so out of breath.
"I'm sorry love, I would take the pain if I could," he runs his fingers through your hair lightly.
"I know baby, I know," you rubbed your belly.
You eventually got out of the tub and when you were checked again you were 10 cm. Ready to go. You and Harry spoke about whether or not he could or should look. You settled on the fact that Harry seeing you cut your finger a few months ago nearly made him faint that it was best he stayed near your head. The nurses prepared you for labor and your doctor sat in between your legs.
"Ready?" your doctor asked.
"Ready as I'll ever be," you grabbed Harry's hand. You pushed with every contraction that came and squeezed Harry's hand. He did not mutter a complain, only chants of support for you to continue. You felt exhausted when they told you nothing had happened. Harry put his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.
"C'mon love, you can do it. You're so strong. Do you want both of my hands?" you nodded.
"Can she scoot up?" he asked your doctor.
"Yeah that's fine,"
"Scoot up a bit love, here let me help you," he helped you and he quickly stepped to sit behind you and you were in between his legs. He held both your hands and for the next contraction you were able to bear down a bit easier. You pushed for a few more minutes and before you knew it, your baby girl was out. They laid her on your chest and you began to cry as you heard hers. Harry was crying behind you too. You felt him kiss your shoulder as he looked at your baby girl with you.
"Hello beautiful," as if she recognized his voice, she looked behind you. Green and bright eyes. The same way her dad’s were when he found out you were pregnant.
"I love you so much," you kissed her head and sucked in a breath. She smelled so good. Having seen Harry's baby photo’s you could tell she was his twin. They eventually got her cleaned up and ran all of the usual measurements. When they placed her back on your chest, she was hungry and thankfully she latched on easily. You sat there, exhausted, and breastfed your beautiful baby girl. Harry watched her intently, never wanting to take his eyes off of her.
"She's so cute eating," he said.
"She is, isn't she?" you watched in amazement. Amazed at how a little person so new, already knew what to do. Harry nodded and kissed your forehead.
"You did so amazing love," you looked up and caught his lips between yours. He kissed you back sweetly and smiled. His proposal this morning was still ringing in the back of his head. But he didn’t dare to mention it. When you pulled away you looked down at your girl and smiled.
"She does look like a Charlotte," you smiled. Harry had heard the name from one of his manuscripts. He liked the way it flowed with his last name.
"Yeah she does," she unlatched and you two were able to finally get a good look at her. She had Harrys eyes and lips but your nose. She was calm and wide awake.
"Do you want to burp her?" you offered.
"Yeah of course," he gently took her out of your arms and laid her on his chest. He burped her lightly and wiped his eyes.
"Har, you have to burp her a little harder. It won't hurt her," you assured him.
"You sure?" his voice was filled with worry.
"Yes love," you smiled. You watched him as he burped a bit harder and smiled.
"I love her so much already," he chuckled and wiped another tear.
"Me too," you sighed, "I'm going to go pee really quick," you got up slowly and you felt him watch you. Postpartum bathroom trips were no fun. You put your adult diaper on and made your way back to bed. Harry was holding her still but now she was asleep. You stared at them for a bit.
"Yes," you said randomly.
"What?" Harry looked at you confused.
"Yes, uh, I'll marry you, if you still want that," you whispered. He sighed in relief.
"Of course, I want that," he stood up and walked towards you. He sat next to you on the bed.
"I want a whole life with you, I want to watch Sam and Charlotte grow up, you be my wife-" he stops once you start crying, "Love?"
"Keep going, it's just a lot of things are going on internally. My hormones are an absolute mess," you almost sobbed. He bit back a smile and put Charlotte down in her bassinet to hold you as you wept.
"I want, rest of my life. Want us, us 4, maybe one more," he looked down with a grin.
"Too soon," you chuckled. He placed his right hand on your cheek and kissed you. He kissed your tears away as more poured. But these were happy tears.
"Your ring's at home," he whispered.
"That's fine, I just want you,"
"I just want you too,"
The End.
Ahhh!! Can you believe it?? I might do blurbs of big milestones with this au. Would you guys like that? Lmk here! Also lmk what you thought!
1. What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?*
reylo, dramione, snape x lily, snape x hermione (yes, that’s a thing), drarry, geraskier, daenerys x drogo, daenerys x jorah. also sansa and literally everyone the fandom ships her with. delena and katniss x gale, back when i was a part of those fandoms. if you haven’t guessed what these ships have in common, i’ll just say this: i’m just over the “brooding” love interest archetype and the (usually) female character that is supposed to “fix” or “change” him for the better, as if that responsibility should fall on them. it’s a tired trope and i’m honestly kind of sick of it? as one of my favorite booktubers put it recently, “society has progressed past the point of being attracted to tortured men. stop trying to be the brooding love interest and just get therapy like the rest of us.”
12. Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?
i honestly can’t think of one right now
14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?
i think criticisms of jkr’s writing, antisemitism for example, is totally valid and i wish people wouldn’t try and excuse it just because they love harry potter and don’t want to feel guilty about liking it. but, liking harry potter and being justly critical of the author aren’t mutually exclusive and shouldn’t be. that goes for a lot of different fandoms too!
Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 1 of Wandering Hands.
What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.
Word count: 6.2k
Warning: death and angst? (lmk if i forgot one!)
Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support!
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It was a long day after work and you had no one but yourself to worry about tonight. It was Friday, you were at Joe’s, the bar across your apartment. You’d come in regularly. Only about every other weekend. You were drinking your troubles away with a Manhattan. The bar wasn’t too full, it was only happy hour. You heard the bell ding behind you meaning someone walked in. Some man approached the bar as you finished your drink.
“Hello, can I get a glass of your most recommended wine?” You felt him look over at you, “and a refill on whatever she’s having” he paid Joe and sat a stool away from you.
“Thank you, you didn’t have to” you slid your glass away from you.
“No problem, I wanted to” you nodded and watched the tv. Joe served you your Manhattan and the man his wine. You knew it was a glass of his Château Cheval-Blanc because you had had it yourself once. 4 years ago.
“You know, I never understood baseball too much.”
You drank your drink and looked at him from the corner of your eye. Was he talking to you or Joe? You looked around you and you were the only one close enough to hear him and Joe was busy.
“It’s a good sport if you understand it” you shrugged.
“Care to explain it to me?” He moved to the stool next to you.
You swallowed your drink and looked at the screen. You had no interest in getting a good look at the man next to you anyway.
“English?”
“Precisely.”
“The Red Sox and Yankees played in London a few years ago.”
“Wasn’t home.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah”
“Well Um. 9 innings, 3 strikes you’re out. Guy on the circle in the middle? That’s called a mound. His position is a pitcher- “
“Isn’t that what you guys pour juice out of?”
“Yeah we use the same word for a lot of things, don’t interrupt,” he smiled at you, “he’s a pitcher. He throws to the guy across him, the catcher. Catcher signals him what kind of ball to throw in between his legs. He does it based off the batter’s weakness. There’re 4 bases. 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and home. When the batter hits it, he hopes no one in the outfield catches it or it gets out of park. If they catch it while it was in the air he’s out, if they catch it after it’s hit the ground he can run as fast as he can to whatever base is available. But like in order. Oh, also if someone in the outfield catches the ball, they’re gonna throw it to one of the basemen so they can tag the batter running. But if the batter touches the base before they’re tagged then they’re safe.”
He nodded along so you knew he was listening.
“Can I ask a question now?”
You nodded and sipped your drink.
“How do you know it’s a strike?”
“Oh, my bad. See the box on the screen? If it gets in there it’s a strike. Outside the box it’s a no ball but we usually just say ball.”
He nodded and gestured to your drink, “refill?”
“Oh no, I’m good. I need water” He ordered one for you and Joe gave you a knowing look and you just shook your head at him. You two were basically friends now. He’d gotten to know you over the past 4 years. You lived across the street for 5 but you came in 4 years ago. Joe came and gave you your water and you drank it slowly and watched the game. It was Yankees v. Red Sox. The Red Sox made a homer and you shook your head.
“Yankees fan?”
“Yep. We’re in New York. Kind of against the law to be anything else.”
He laughed and sipped his wine. He hadn’t drunken much, he gave you all his attention while you spoke. “My dad was a big Yankee fan. I’ve been one since the day I was born. My mom says she pushed me out and when the doctor put me in her arms the Yankees had won the game. We used to go to a game like every year when I was a kid.”
“Are they as fun as they seem?”
“Even better. During the commercials on tv, sometimes the outfield players play catch with the people on the side or they play a video of the players talking or play a game with the crowd”
“That’s pretty cool,” he put his hand in front of you, “I’m Harry by the way”. You looked at his hand and put yours in it and shook it.
“Y/n” you looked over at him. You finally took a good look at his face. He was gorgeous you couldn’t deny it. He had strong facial features. Short stubble and green eyes. They were bright. Different than your own dark eyes. He made eye contact with you for a few seconds before you turned back to the screen and drank your water.
“If you’re from England, are you here for business or pleasure?” It was New York, people came and went. Travelled. But in your small town about 30 minutes north from the city, no one really came through here unless they knew someone.
“I uh I’ve been here for about a year but I just moved to the area recently. Got a little tired of the city life, but didn’t want to be too far. I work as an editor at Simon & Schuster.”
“Wow. That’s a good job. Hell of a commute I assume?”
“About 1 hour every morning. It’s worth it. Sleep without the sound of horns or sirens”
“True.”
He turned on his stool to face you and you faced him. Your knees were touching.
“So, what do you do?”
“Teach. I’m a teacher. 7th grade social studies. Actually, I taught the Boston Tea party today” you smirked at him and put one arm up on the bar and leaned against your hand and one hand on your knee. Some fingers accidentally touched his knee but your knees were touching. You couldn’t prevent it from happening
“Ahh” he moved a pointed finger at you. You laughed and so did he. He had dimples. Cute. “Such a petty thing if you ask me” he shrugged.
You laughed and shook your head.
“A lot of history is petty.”
“Do you like teaching?” He put himself in the same position as you, his fingers brushing yours too.
“I guess. I love my kids and filling their minds with knowledge but the standards and requirements are a pain in the ass”
“Oh yeah, I’ve heard about that. Not too much freedom”
“Yeah. Like if I want to take them to a museum, I need to find a standard that validates that museum will teach them according to that standard”
“Wow. The museums here are basically free too right?”
“Yep.”
He shakes his head and sips his drink.
“It’s been like an hour and you’re still drinking your wine”
“Well Ms. Judgey, it’s a good wine. I’m savoring it.”
“It is good. I’ve had it. And I’m not judgey. I was just saying it must be warm now.”
“Eh. It’s still chill. Thanks for caring though” he grinned at you.
You rolled your eyes and finished your water.
“When did you have it?”
“Huh?”
“The wine”
“Oh, um four years ago”
“That’s precise”
“It was on an anniversary of something.”
“Wedding anniversary?” He laughed.
“Death anniversary actually.” His face stilled and he became pale.
“Shit I’m so sorry for laughing.”
“It’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“Shouldn’t have assumed.”
You saw him looking at you like he wanted to know who it was but would never dare to ask. You debated telling him. You turned back towards the screen, leaving his knees cold. He felt he had lost any chance he thought he had with you. He liked talking to you.
“Joe, jack and coke please”
He nodded and brought it to you. You chugged it down. Harry put his head in his hands. He had driven you to drink. Yikes.
“It was my husband. He died.”
He lifted his head from his hands and looked over at you. You were a widow. You looked so young. He felt bad you had to go through such pain.
“I’m sorry for your loss”
“Thanks. It was 5 years ago. I’m alright”
He nodded. Too scared to say the wrong thing.
“He was in the service. Died in Iraq.”
“Oh wow…” he was surprised you were opening up to him. Perhaps it was the liquid courage.
“Came with the territory, I guess. We were together for 10 years. Married for 5. Widowed for 5 now. If you’re trying to do the math we were high school sweethearts. Started at 15. Married at 20. He died at 25. Yes, I’m 30.” You drank your leftover water.
“Erm… Wow. Well you look good” he was nervous.
You laughed lightly and said thanks.
“Guess I scared you away now didn’t I?”
“No no! Not at all I just don’t want to fuck up and say the wrong thing.”
“Harry it’s been 5 years I’m good. I’m religious, I coped well”
“Oh okay.”
“Stop being nervous!” You laughed.
“I can’t help it!” He laughed lightly.
“I’ve got a big curveball for you,” you turned to face him and you put your hands on his shoulders as he faced you.
“I see what you did there. Curveball” he tilted his head toward the tv.
“Ooh yeah. I didn’t even notice. Well are you ready?”
“I think?”
“I have a son.”
It was what he thought. Didn’t know if he fully expected it though.
“Okay. Curveball caught? Strike? What’s the big deal?”
“Wait what? You’re not thrown off?” You were shocked. His face barely twitched or showed any surprised expression.
“No?” He shrugged. “It’s a child. I guess I kind of expected maybe something after you said you were together for 10 years.” He finished his wine.
“Fair enough.”
“So, where is he? If you’re here”
“In-laws. They take him every other weekend. Or just from Friday till Saturday.”
“You get along with them?”
You shrugged. “I think they thought I wanted him to sign up for the force. I didn’t. Obviously. It’s a death sentence. I just wanted to support my boyfriend at the time,” He nodded as you spoke, “but they love Sam and are always there for him”
“Sam huh?”
“Samuel. He’s 7”
“Good age”
“Yeah. He’s a lil sarcastic but I blame myself. I could be that way so he’s only doing what he’s learned. But he’s really smart. He’s obsessed with rocks. Been that way since he could walk”
“That’s cute I won’t lie”
“Thanks” you laughed. You liked his company. He was easy to talk to. You had found it easy to open up. He didn’t seem creepy either. Like he just wanted to get in your pants.
“Well it’s been lovely boys, but I have a little boy I have to be up for in the morning. His grandma wants to have brunch”
You stood up and so did Harry.
“Wait let me walk you to your car.”
You lived across the street but he didn’t have to know that. Joe hid his smile when you said “okay”. Harry paid Joe for both of your tabs and walked out with you. It wasn’t too late, 6 pm. You walked to your car and his was coincidentally in front of yours.
“So um. It was nice meeting you. I enjoyed your company”
You fiddled with your keys and looked up at him.
“Yeah I did too.” you said.
“Would it be too forward if I asked for your number?” he was biting the inside of his cheek, you could tell.
Guys had hit on you before. But the wounds were too fresh and Sam was too young. He’s still young but he’s smart, and he knows some days you feel lonely. As much as you convinced him that he was the only man you needed he knew the truth. You liked his company and conversations. So, you said,
“I don’t think so,” you held your hand out for his phone and he placed it in your hand. You put your number in as “y/n 🥃🍷”. Ball was in his court now.
“Cute” you both laughed.
“I’ll text you” he said
“Mhm” yeah. Sure.
“Are you gonna get in your car?”
“Oh, it’s fine you don’t have to wait” please don’t make me get in my car. I live here.
“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t wait until you at least got in to your car?”
Okay you were a little impressed. Fair enough.
“Very true actually. Well bye, Harry”
“Nuh uh. It’s see you soon. I’m serious about texting you”
“Okay” you laughed and got in your car.
He got in his and you waited for him to pull out.
Once he was past the traffic light you got out and went up to your apartment. You called Sam’s grandma the second you got in. He picked up with an ecstatic voice.
“Hi ma!”
“Hi baby, how are you? Everything okay?”
“Yeah! We’re bowling. I’ve gotten 2 strikes!”
“Oh wow. Look at you!”
“Grandpa says dad was good at bowling”
Your heart broke just a little. It bothered you a little when they spoke about him to Sam. You knew he was their son but they didn’t know how much Sam cried sometimes wishing he got to know his dad. You only spoke about him when Sam asked about him or mentioned him.
“Yeah he was actually. When we were younger, we went on a date and he won one round and I won the other. But we were too broke to buy another round so we left it a tie” you laughed at the memory. Just 15-year-old kids.
“You were broken?”
“No sorry hon, I mean we didn’t have enough money to pay for another round”
“Ohh okay.” You forgot sometimes Sam was only seven because he was so smart sometimes.
“Yeah. Well can you put your grandma on for me hon?”
“Yeah okay. I can stay over?”
“Yeah of course. As long as you want to and don’t feel forced to okay?” You knew sometimes he didn’t want to because of how much they spoke about his dad. On those weekends you faked he had a tummy ache.
“Yeah okay. Here’s grandma” he passed the phone to your in-law. You could never say ex. Your husband wasn’t an ex.
“Hello?” Her tone was already unwelcoming.
“Hey, just wanted to confirm we’re still on for 11?”
“Yeah. I haven’t cancelled.” Translation: did I tell you we weren’t going?
“Okay. Sounds great. See you there”
“Okay” she hung up.
“Yeah okay bye. Geez” you slammed your phone on the table and rubbed your temples. She was always so rude to you. When he died, she said it was your fault he left. She apologized for that but it was still something she said. You can’t take words back. You left your phone on the table and went to shower. You just wanted to take a warm shower, relax your muscles, wear some cozy pajamas, drink some tea, and watch friends until you fell asleep. Friends never did you wrong. So that’s what you did. You remember to set your alarm for tomorrow but you also remembered you left your phone on your kitchen table. With a groan because you found the position and you knew you wouldn’t find it again, you got up and got your phone. You saw you had a text from a random number. When you unlocked your phone, the message said
H: Hey, it’s Harry.
You felt bad for making him wait but whatever.
Y/n: hey
You got back into bed, not finding the position again and kept your phone next to you. Your phone lit up about a minute or two later.
H: what’s up? Did you get home safe?
Y/n: oh yeah. Thanks. You?
H: Yeah, I did thanks. So, what’s up?
Y/n: watching friends, you?
H: Same actually. Nick@nite?
Y/n: Yup 😂
H: I’m happy they play this. Especially since Netflix took friends off.
Y/n: Same. Friends is like my bedtime story now. I watch it every night
H: favorite character?
Y/n: I think it depends the season? Like I love Ross in season 9 and I love the rest. I couldn’t pick
H: I agree.
H: Would you want to FaceTime?
You thought about it. Did you want to?
H: We don’t have to if you don’t want to. (Sorry for the spam of messages btw)
You laughed at the last bit.
Y/n: we can FaceTime :)
“Harry would like FaceTime…” you slid your finger across the screen.
“Hello”
“Hey” he smiled into the camera.
“You look cozy” he was wearing a brown robe thing w a hood from what you could see.
“Ooh I am,” he looked up at the tv, “why are birth control commercials so odd?”
They were playing a commercial for lo loestrin fe and the cartoon bought what was supposed to be lingerie and was showing her boyfriend you assume.
“I hated that pill. It was the worst one I’ve ever tried”
“Really?”
“Yeah it made me gain weight and tons of acne”
“It sucks that all that comes with just trying to prevent pregnancy”
“Yeah. You males have it so lucky”
“Well if they came out with a male one, I’d take it”
You laughed a little too loud.
“You think you’d be able to remember?”
“I’d just take it in the morning. Like a vitamin”
You noticed the way he pronounced vitamin. It was a little different. Cute different.
“I used to take mine at night, just before bed. It was easier that way for me”
He nodded at you and the show had come back. You think that maybe that whole conversation was TMI for your first FaceTime call. The episode The One in Barbados. You both laughed at Monica’s hair.
“Kind of didn’t like the whole Joey and Rachel plot line” He said while looking at the tv screen. It was like you guys were together in the same room and his company was nice on this lonely night.
“Yeah same. It was wack” he laughed at that.
“I think I love phoebe”
“Same, Regina Phalange”
“It’s actually princess consuela bananahammock.” He said with a straight face. You cracked up at his little joke and kept watching the tv.
A few hours later and friends was over. You and Harry were basically playing 21 questions.
“any pets?” You asked.
“Nah, I work too long” you nodded.
“Favorite flower?”
“Sunflowers or tulips”
“Interesting choices”
“Thank you” you smiled. You were now in bed laying down against your pillow, “do you live in a house?”
“Yeah. Small but yeah”
“I used to, but a year after he died, I had to sell it. I like the small space better. It’s more homelike for just us 2”
He nodded and listened. “What time is lunch with your in law?”
You liked how he didn’t say ex in laws. It was a small thing but you noticed.
“11:00”
“Oh okay”
“Yeah”
“Y/n, um. I’d like to take you out. On a proper date. But I know you’re probably really busy. So, um do you think you could let me know when you’re free? If you wanted to go out on a date with me that is”
“Yeah sure” you bit back your smile. You had never done this before. Well not after your husband. It would be your first date in 5 years. You just got a good feeling from Harry.
“Oh okay” he was a little shocked.
“If not this week, then the next. Maybe Friday”
“Yeah that’s good with me”
“Well uh, I’m gonna go to sleep Harry. It was nice meeting you today”
“Yeah it was for me too, meeting you. Goodnight. Sweet dreams”
“Yeah thank you. Goodnight” you smiled and hung up. You felt giddy and happy. You looked at your bedside table and it was a picture of you on your wedding day staring back at you. You knew he would want you to move on already. You smiled and contently fell asleep.
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You woke up around 9:45 to give yourself enough time to get ready. It was nice being able to sleep in a bit. Sam was always up by 8. You remembered your conversation with Harry last night. You haven't had a conversation like that in years. You'd just recently decided that you'd be open for a relationship but you weren't on any dating apps or anything either. Going with the flow you guess. You got ready quickly and drove to the restaurant where you were meeting your boy and your in-laws. You stepped out your car and so did they. Sam looked around before running to you. You opened your arms for him and he hugged you tight.
"Ugh my baby I missed you so much last night!" you kissed his forehead.
"I missed you too ma," he kissed your cheek.
You picked him up and spun him around making you both giggle.
"y/n", your mother in law said.
"Lydia, how are you?" She held her purse in front of her as you put Sam down.
"I'm good, you?"
"Good."
Your father in law approached you. He was quieter and more reserved. The loss of his son hit him hard. The two were close. He did watch out for you a bit more than Lydia. Lydia's priority was Sam, William's priorities were you and Sam.
"Hi William, how are you?"
He gave you a hug and you guys walked into the restaurant.
"I'm good. How are you?"
"Good, thank you."
You guys got settled into a booth and you already knew what you all wanted. This wasn’t the first time.
"Sam told me his science teacher is being hard on him," Lydia spoke without looking away from you. She was looking at your clothes and makeup. Seeing if it was up to her standards.
"Yes, he told me too. I already told him what to do."
"And what was that?" Here we go. Here's the thing. Lydia was your husband's mother. When he passed, she wanted to be her grandson's mother as well.
You held in a sigh before speaking. "I told him to work hard during school but if she specifically targets him repeatedly to let me know and I'll handle it."
She nodded and stayed quiet. Thank God.
"Mami, your phone vibrated," Also, your husband was Italian. You were Hispanic so you were trying to teach Sam some of his Hispanic side as his grandparents taught him mostly his Italian side. They more so taught him stuff about the culture and food, but none of the language. They swore they knew it but you've never heard them speak it.
"Thank you for letting me know mijo, but since we're all together I'll check it later." you kissed his head.
You and your husband had done a good job. He was a perfect mix from both of you. He had brown curly hair, like you. Hazel eyes like his dad. Dark eyelashes like you. A button nose like his dad that was covered in freckles like yours. Plump lips like the both of you. The food came and you all began eating.
"We wanted to talk to you about something." you felt Sam put his hand on your knee. Uh oh. He was preparing you for something he knew you may not like.
"Okay, what is it?"
William spoke up, "Well, winter break is coming up and we wanted to take Sam away for a week."
You almost choked on your food. A week? Them? With your son? Were they insane? Okay maybe you were being a little dramatic but what?!
"Um, where?" you tried to seem open about the idea.
"Blue mountain. We would go snow tubing and other things in the snow." Lydia said.
"For a week? Snow tubing for a week? That sounds more like a weekend thing to me." you ate your eggs.
"Well we would look in the town for other things to do obviously," Lydia snickered like you had sounded ridiculous. She better not start with an attitude you thought. She was asking you for a favor not the other way around. So instead of giving her a direct answer, you said "I'll think about it." You needed to talk to Sam if this was something he wanted to do or they wanted to do.
You guys had finished eating and you all eventually said goodbye. Sam wanted to come back home instead of staying Sunday. Sometimes he just wanted extra time with you.
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You were driving home from unsuccessful shoe shopping when you heard Sam's little voice come from the backseat.
"Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. Why would you say that?"
"Because grandma was kind of rude to you when you said it wasn't a week long thing." Every year he became more observant.
"Well I mean I didn't like that but I'm not mad. I don't let your grandmother ruin my mood."
"Okay"
"Do you wanna go?"
"I don’t know… I do but not for a week. That's too long away from you."
Your heart warmed a little and you nodded. "I'd feel that way too."
"Did dad like snow tubing?"
"I'm not sure bud, we never went"
"Oh."
"That doesn't mean you shouldn't go. I went when I was younger with my mom and sister, we made it a girl's trip. It was a lot of fun."
"Really? What if we went just us two?"
"Hm I don’t know bud; I think your grandparents might get sad. I think I can tell them it will only have to be for a weekend and then you and I could go another time. Just us two."
"Umm okay that sounds good. I agree."
"Good." you pulled in front of your building.
"What was dad's favorite season?"
"Fall. He hated the heat, but he hated being too cold. And he'd get the worst allergies in the spring and he had this weird pet peeve for sneezing. It was kind of funny seeing him get frustrated though. He would look like he wanted to rip his nose off." You held his hand as you walked inside. He giggled at what you said. When you both got inside to your apartment you both took off your shoes and sweaters. You had a picture of your husband on a small table by your entrance. Every time you walked in Sam would say "Hi dad!" to it. He asked if he could watch some Disney XD for a bit and you said it was fine. You were going to make some dinner. You checked your phone and saw Harry had texted you. You were a little shocked he kept up with talking to you.
H: Hey, good afternoon. I hope brunch went well :)
y/n: Hey it did, I guess.
H: You guess?
y/n: Eh they want something, felt like a setup?
H: Ah. I get what you mean. Sorry it happened.
y/n: It's alright. I got my boy back so I'm happy.
H: Good. I'd love to meet him someday to be honest. He sounds adorable.
You thought about his text. How would Sam react? He's always saying for you to get a friend but what would happen when you actually did? It made you nervous to think about. You felt your phone vibrate again.
H: Uh sorry if that was too forward.
y/n: No, its fine. It was sweet.
H: Okay good.
"Ma?"
You jumped up slightly like you had been caught doing something bad.
"Who are you texting? You never text this much" he was grinning at you. He was happy?
"Um none ya beeswax"
"It is my beeswax when it's taking time away from you cooking my dinner," you gave him a warning look. Dang smart ass. Gets it from you. He mumbled a "Sorry" and sat up on the stool and leaned on your countertop.
"I made a friend that’s all okay?"
"A guy friend?" he smirked.
You turned to get a pot. "Mhm"
"What's his name?"
"Harry."
"I like that name."
"You would like any name if it meant I had a friend."
He giggled and nodded. "Does he know about me?"
"Of course he does. You think I could not talk about you?"
"Okay okay," he blushed slightly, "Is he nice?"
"Yeah he's pretty nice."
"Are you gonna go on a date?"
"Samuel! He's a friend!" you playfully yelled at him.
"Mom I'm not 5, I know you might want a little BOYfriend"
"Sam you are 7, and how do you even know what a boyfriend is." you were talking to him as you gathered all your ingredients.
"Grandma told me about boyfriends and girlfriends"
"Now what is she doing telling you about that?" you looked at him.
"Well we saw a couple at the bowling alley and they kissed and I said ew and she said it’s because they were boyfriend and girlfriend so she explained what that meant to me."
"Hm, okay." you trusted she gave him a good and appropriate definition.
"Do you have a picture of him?"
"We just met yesterday" you say as you open and close cabinets.
"Does he like baseball?"
"I actually had to explain the sport to him. He's not from here." you started cooking.
"Where's he from? Is he from where dad used to work?"
"No, way off. He's from a place called England."
"Where the Beatles are from!"
"Exactly," you smiled at him. He was a classic soul.
“That’s cool”
“Yeah his voice is different too”
“I wanna meet him” he put his chin in his palm, “It’d be nice to be around another guy that isn’t grandpa.”
“He uh actually said he wants to meet you too but I think we should wait a bit. I think I should get to know him better before you meet him” You stir your pasta in the pot.
“Okay” he tapped your phone screen, “he texted you”
“Thanks, nosey” you took your phone and read his message. You had forgotten to respond.
Y/n: hey sorry was cooking dinner for the hungry boy and I
H: it’s alright. What’s on the menu?
Y/n: pasta. Penne ala vodka with some shrimp. Probably some garlic bread too. Lazy meal
H: lazy? sounds glorious.
You laughed as you texted.
“Oooh he’s making you laugh!” Sam giggled.
You covered your face and told him to go to his room to make sure he had done his homework. Tomorrow you were going to Chuck E Cheese so he wouldn’t have time to do it then.
Y/n: we’ll see how it tastes
H: do you like to cook?
Y/n: I do but I run out of things to cook so I get bored
H: yeah same. I like to experiment though.
You were feeling a little confident and flirtatious
Y/n: maybe you could show me sometime
H: yeah. That’d be fine with me 😊
You bit your lip unsure of what to say. It had been a while since you were back on the flirting scene. You felt your phone vibrate again.
H: are you vegetarian or anything? Gonna think of some ideas from now.
Y/n: I don’t follow any specific diet but I definitely don’t eat a lot of meat. More of a seafood person.
H: gotcha ;)
Y/n: ;)?
H: don’t like it?
Y/n: eh it’s alright 🤷🏻♀️
H: alright?
Y/n: mhmm
H: you’re teasing me, aren’t you?
Y/n: just a lil bit 🤏🏻
H: 😂😂
You finished up cooking dinner and called Sam. He came down quickly and mumbled a small yum.
Y/n: I’ll talk to you later. Gonna eat now.
H: okay 🥰
You served you and Sam plates and you both ate quietly as you watched some tv. You would say you were pretty lenient with Sam. He was very mature for his age and he respected you greatly. He barely gave you a hard time. You think he got that from his dad. His dad always wanted to please you any chance he got.
“Mami, can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
“How come, hon?”
“It’s comfier” you laughed at this because you would say the same thing to your parents when you were younger.
“Okay. But you know you can’t always sleep in Mami’s bed. You gotta sleep in your own some nights.”
“Yeah I know,” he smiled at you.
“Alright. Well can I trust you’ll bathe yourself good tonight? I don’t have to help you?”
“Yes ma, I’ll remember to wash myself good.”
“Okay, remember to get in between your toes and everything”
He nodded at you. You two finished your plates and you sent him off to shower. He kept the door open just in case he needed your help opening one of the bottles. You remembered the first bath you ever gave him. He was so much smaller compared to now and his dad kept complaining about how slippery he was. You were only 23 with a new job and new home but you were both so happy with your little boy. You cleaned up the kitchen and went up to bed where your little boy was already waiting. He had turned on the tv and was watching friends. You showered quickly before getting in bed with him. He cuddled up to your side and laid his head on your chest. You massaged your fingers into his damp curls until you heard him snore lightly. You fixed him onto your other pillow and fell asleep on yours.
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The weekend had ended and you hadn’t heard from Harry. That was before you remembered you were the one who hadn’t answered. It was now Monday afternoon and you were picking up Sam from school. You worked at a middle school just a block away. Sam hopped into your car and told you about his day.
"Can I go to Justin's house tomorrow afterschool?"
"Is Justin's parents okay with this?"
"Yeah, we'll do our homework first too!"
"Alright, you better do it because when you get home I'm checking it all"
"Okay!"
You guys walked into your apartment and Sam went up to shower. That was the routine after school. He showers while you make a snack, after that he comes down and eats while you shower, you grade papers while he does homework, and then if he's done you let him watch some Disney channel while you make dinner. This is exactly how your evening rolls out and you decide to text Harry.
y/n: hey sorry. Busy day yesterday. You wanted me to let you know when I was free and I'm free tomorrow after 3...
You stop typing, "Sam, until when are staying at Justin's?"
"Until like 6? He said his mom was gonna cook"
"Okay," you continue typing,
y/n: Hey sorry. Busy day yesterday. You wanted me to let you know when I was free and I'm free tomorrow after 3 until like 6. I know its late notice so no worries if you're not free too.
You finish cooking, eating, and cleaning and you still hadn't heard from Harry. He was probably mad at you now. You sighed aloud and thought well it was nice while it lasted. You went over Sam's homework with him and then made sure he brushed his teeth before bed. You tucked him in and gave him a kiss on his forehead.
"Goodnight my love," you pushed his hair back off his forehead.
"Goodnight mami, goodnight dad" he blows a kiss toward the picture of him and his dad on his bedside table.
You walked out his room leaving his door ajar and walked down to your room. You grab your book and climb into bed. It was the book from Jane the Virgin. You related to Jane in multiple ways. As you were becoming a part of the fictitious world of the character Josephine you felt your phone vibrate.
H: Banzai, 3:30pm, Be there or be square.
You smiled at his assertiveness. It was kind of cute.
H: If that's okay with you.
y/n: Yes, that's fine lol😂😂
He could never be too serious you thought.
H: watching friends?
y/n: actually reading.
H: what are you reading?
y/n: snow falling, it’s from a show and stuff.
H: look at the publishing company
You looked and sure enough it was Simon & Schuster. Wow.
y/n: Wow lol, I never noticed.
H: I've read it, it's pretty good. More of a girly book, I think.
Y/n: I can’t imagine you reading this tbh.
H: it was a hard manuscript to get through. Kept me on my toes.
You continued texting and before you knew it, it was 2 in the morning.
y/n: wow its 2am.
H: I know. Time flew. You're so easy to talk to.
y/n: I could say the same about you.
H: I'm excited for later
y/n: so am I, free food.
H:😐😐😐
y/n: I'm joking!
H: sure you are.
y/n: I am, I'm excited too because I miss your company, its nice.
H: I don't have a company
y/n: Harry
H: okay okay, thank you. Get some rest, you've gotta be up early.
Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 2 of Wandering Hands.
What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.
Word count: 6.4k
Warning: none really besides cursing? (lmk if I forgot one!)
This part includes more info on y/n’s past, a little bit of Harry’s and also some of his pov.
Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support!
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You had just finished your 3 am morning feed of your now one-month old baby boy. He was already looking chunkier and looked milk drunk. Your husband took him as routine to burp him. You were thankful he was able to get leave just before you gave birth and be part of Sam's first few weeks of life.
"y/n?"
"hm?" you were exhausted, half asleep already.
"if anything happens to me out there, I need you to move on," you opened one eye peeking at your husband. He was staring at his son intently. "he deserves to have a father figure in his life. Someone who can teach him how to shave."
You scooched closer to him on your shared bed and put your head on his shoulder.
"Don't think like that, and if anything, I shave my legs. Couldn't be that different." you kissed his shoulder. He was always so warm.
"Not just that," he laughed lowly, "other things boys have to go through sometimes only a man understands."
"Well, it’s a good thing you're gonna keep yourself safe right?" you touched your boy’s cheek lightly and then your husband's.
"Anything could happen, and I'd want you two to be happy. Just let me get adjusted to my grave for like a year." He tried laughing to lighten the mood. It didn’t work.
"S-stop talking. My hormones are too messy right now." you said your voice shaky and you laid back down against your pillow. You felt him put Sam down back in his bassinet and hug you from behind, spooning you.
"Don't cry pumpkin, please don't" he kissed your cheek.
"Can't help it. You started it." you wiped your nose.
"I'm sorry," he kissed your cheek and shoulder, "Hey are those 4 weeks up?" you felt his smirk against your skin.
"Ugh get off," you laughed and pushed him off your shoulder to face him. He looked you in the eyes and kissed your nose.
"I'm sorry," he kissed you.
"Apology accepted." you kissed him back.
You remembered the memory as you sat in the Banzai parking lot. It's like he knew something would happen to him. You were nervous to meet Harry, even if he was just a friend now. A cute friend. You saw his car was already there. You were still in your work clothes. White satin blouse with high waisted beige dress pants and nude heels. You grabbed your purse and walked in. You saw him waiting on a chair near the entrance. He looked up from his phone and put it away when he saw you.
"Hey" he came and hugged you.
You hugged him back and breathed in his cologne while he breathed in your perfume. When you pulled apart you looked up at him. He looked a little different. His hair had gotten longer. Eyes brighter than ever, you liked his eyes already. You were forming a fat crush on him and you knew it.
"Hi,"
"You look nice," he subtly looked you up and down.
"Thanks," you laughed lightly, "they're my work clothes" you scrunched your nose.
"Beautiful either way." he put his hand on the small of your back encouraging you to walk towards your table.
"Thank you." you blushed lightly. He took your chair and pushed it in for you once you sat down.
"So how's work?" you decided to spark conversation since he was usually the one to always start one.
"It's good. Reading sci-fi manuscript. Not my usual cup of tea but this one is pretty good. How's work for you?" he said as he ate his clear soup. You stirred yours as he spoke.
"It's good. Mainly just trying to make it all enjoyable for them. Trying to think of a field trip to maybe take them on," you finished and ate your soup.
"Good teacher they have," he grinned at you.
"Thank you." you couldn't help but blush.
"So how's Sam? You mentioned he's at a friend's house?"
"Yeah, one of his close friends." you nodded. He nodded along.
"I'm sorry if this is too personal but um, does he remember your um your late husband?"
"No, he doesn’t remember his dad. He died when he was only two."
"Oh okay," you saw his face change a little, "I'm sorry I keep saying husband or Sam's dad, I just don’t remember a name or if you ever mentioned it."
You hadn't. You hadn't mentioned his name because there were times where you couldn't cry without saying it. You've literally probably only said it four times since he passed. And that was probably a lot. You were okay talking about him but saying his name was difficult.
"I haven't mentioned it. It's um hard for me to say aloud sometimes."
He nodded and put his hand over yours.
"I'm sorry for asking." he played with his lips with his other hand.
"Don't be," you played with his thumb with your thumb, "I honestly should probably talk about him more. I think I got too used not talking about him, only to Sam of course. But then again, it’s only when he asks."
He played with your hand with both of his, "Do you think it’s easier to talk about him if I ask about him? I'd love to help you."
You smiled at him, "I don't know where you came from. Why are you so interested?"
"Well um," he blushed, "when I first saw you, I thought you were beautiful and I guess your past doesn’t steer me off because um, my mum was in your position but with two kids. Not that I'm trying to be my stepdad but I'm not scared of it, and I love kids."
You were a little shocked but this revelation warmed your heart a bit.
"Michael," you squeezed his hand, "his name was Michael." you swallow the huge lump in your throat because of the fact you had to say 'was' before his name.
He smiled at you, "That was brave," you blushed and looked down. He picked your hand up and kissed it. You were getting butterflies.
"So, since I shared that.. Could I ask you something? You don't have to share."
"Sure," he gave you a grin that showcased his dimples.
"What happened to your dad? Biological one."
"Well first he left us and then he got sick and passed."
You nodded and apologized but he assured you it was fine. Your food soon came and you ate quietly. You felt okay. A little less nervous than when you first walked in. Your hands kept touching for the majority of the lunch.
"Does your family still live in England?" He nodded as he sipped his water.
"Yeah, my mum and sister are still there. My stepdad also passed away recently,"
"I'm sorry Harry" you rubbed his hand.
"It's okay," he smiled at you, "So Sam asks about him?"
"Yeah just like what were his favorites and if he did this or that." he nodded along listening.
"Your hair has gotten longer since the first time we've met." you wanted know more about him and talk about him.
"Yeah well I had just gotten a haircut that day actually and I'm thinking I want to grow my hair out a bit more."
"Very prince charming like." you smiled.
"Yeah," he chuckled.
"How old are you again?"
"30 too"
"32?"
"No," he laughed, "30 as well"
"Oh," you blushed. He was pretty perfect.
"Is it too soon to talk about the future?" your eyes widened. Seriously? Where did he come from?
"Meaning?" you swallowed some water.
"Meaning like are you dating other people? In general?" he shrugged.
"Um, well you're the first guy I've ever done this with again. The wounds were too fresh before."
"Oh okay. Well I mean, I've gone on dates before but not with multiple people at a time. Not my thing. I give one person all my attention," you nodded as he spoke, "So you're the only woman I'm talking to right now." That made you feel good or better.
"Are you sure you're ready for this though?" you didn't look at him too much. You felt him grab your hand and squeeze it.
"I am, and if you aren't it's okay. I'm willing to wait," you subconsciously rolled your eyes and he furrowed his brows, "what was that for?"
"Wait? Harry you have a whole life. You can't wait on me." you wanted to take your hand back but he held on to it.
"I'm willing to. Believe it or not y/n but I like you. A lot. I like your personality, I like that we can talk about whatever, I like the way you talk about your son, and you're beautiful. Which is only a bonus. You've made me go on about my feelings in a restaurant, do you believe me now?" he had a small smile.
You simply nodded because you were too stunned to say anything else. The waiter came with the check and Harry put his card in the small booklet and signed whatever he had to. You were quiet as you walked out. You didn't know what to say. It wasn't every day when a gorgeous man confesses feelings for you. You checked the time and saw it was 5:00 pm. You had to pick up Sam soon.
"Thanks for lunch it was nice, we’ll talk later." you said as you walked towards your car. Your pace was a little fast. Harry caught up to you and lightly grabbed your hand.
"Are you scared?" he looked you in the eye.
"No. Yes. No. I don’t know!"
"Talk to me." he put some of your hair behind your ear.
"I like you obviously but I can't help but think about my in laws, Sam, my family, and.. I can't help but think about him.. Michael."
He pulled you in for a hug wrapping his arms around your neck while you wrapped yours around his waist. Your head against his chest.
"I think it's time you think about you. When was the last time you did that? 7 years ago? Before Sam was born?"
"More like 10… before I got married." you felt him kiss the top of your head and you nearly melted. Everything he was doing was so comforting.
"You're too young to be thinking about so many people. I think you should just worry about yourself and your son. Just because you're opening your heart to someone else doesn't mean your closing your heart to Michael's." Everything he said rang in your head like a repeated song. He was right.
"You're right." you looked up at him. He held your face in his hands and pressed his lips to your forehead. He checked the watch he was wearing and looked back at you.
"Are you okay to drive?" he studied your face.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm um much better now thank you."
"Okay good. It's 5:15, I don’t know where Justin lives but I don’t want you rushing okay?"
You nodded and admired at how he remembered everything. You felt as if you wanted to kiss him but you also didn't know. So, you settled on kissing his cheek. He blushed and you found it adorable. He made sure you were settled into your car and he watched you leave. He got in his car and ran his hand through his hair. You were so captivating to him and he wanted to spend every second spending time with you. He liked you so much. He couldn't understand why he felt like he was falling for you so hard. He drove home and went to his small office. He had to finish a manuscript that night. He worked hard for a few hours before showering. He let the water fall over him. It had been a while since he held someone the way he held you. He leaned his forehead against the cold tile. Was he really ready? He wanted a family, he knew this, but this was an instant family. He wasn’t sure if you wanted anymore kids and he didn't know Sam yet but he might want a kid of his own. He finished up his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He heard his phone go off. He walked into his room and picked it up from his bed. You had texted him and he was instantly smiling.
y/n: Thank you for lunch really. Your words meant a lot. I needed to hear some of them specifically.
H: Anytime. Would love to do it again sometime.
y/n: I think I owe you a dinner. Maybe next weekend, Friday night?
H: You don’t owe me a thing. Where would you want to do it?
y/n: My place, I'll cook.
H: Homecooked meal? I'm guessing I'm not in the waiting game?
He felt nervous after he sent that last message. You could say anything.
y/n: No waiting needed.
He did a little happy dance. A little too hard making his towel drop. He picked it up and answered you.
H: Same here. Can't wait to see you again.
y/n: Me too.
He got dressed and laid in bed. It was still early but he wanted to just hang out texting you.
H: You got home safely?
y/n: Yeah, you?
H: Yeah, already showered and finished some work.
y/n: Lucky, I’m trying to get this stinky boy to shower. *Picture of Sam cheesing at the camera*
H: He's a really cute kid. He looks like you.
y/n: Thank you, did I mention he knows about you? He's a nosey pants and bugged me until I spilled on who Harry was.
H: And who is Harry? 👀
He bit his lip anxiously waiting for your response.
y/n: Well we had just met so I said a friend.
H: You considered me a friend?
y/n: Yeah
H: What about now?
y/n: A closer friend?
H: Fair enough. It'll change eventually.
y/n: Oh will it?
H: Mhm. Sure will. 😌
y/n: You seem confident.
H: I am.
y/n: I'm blushing??
H: If it makes you feel better, so am I.
y/n: Lies.
H: I don't lie. Something you should know about me.
H: Well unless it's a gift or a surprise.
y/n: Okay😊
y/n: What kind of food do you like?
H: Anything, I'm not too picky.
y/n: Spanish food okay?
H: Delicious.
y/n: I also have a talent for cooking Japanese food if you prefer that? (Grew up surrounded by Japanese culture)
H: That's pretty interesting. Since we just had Banzai, I'll say Spanish food is good for me next week.
y/n: Sounds good :) I'll text you later, mom duty calls.
H: Good luck!
He got up and decided to make himself a tea and watch tv. They were playing reruns of the office. He would never say it aloud but he preferred the American version. It expanded more on the characters. It was the episode in which Kevin drops his chili. He laughs, careful not to spill tea on him. His phone rings but he doesn’t look who it is. He wishes he did.
"Hello?"
"Harry?" he instantly rolled his eyes at her voice.
"How can I help you Mary?"
"Harry, I miss you."
"I can't say I feel the same." he sighed.
"Harry, don’t be so cruel."
"Cruel? I found you in bed with my best mate when I came home early to surprise you."
"It was a mistake and it’s been a year can't you just forgive me already?" he heard her voice change. This would've made him weak a few months ago, but not anymore.
"Mary, I forgive you because I don't care anymore. But I can't get back together with you. I'm seeing someone else now." he smiled as he said it. Not out of malice but from happiness at the thought of you.
"Who?" she practically yelled into the phone. He rolled his eyes and just hung up. She didn’t deserve anymore of his time. His phone rang again and he looked before picking up. Luckily it was his mum so he answered much more nicely than he previously intended.
"Hi mum," he beamed.
"Hi sweetheart. Just wanted to check in on you. I know you're a big boy but living so far gets my heart worried."
"Mum don't worry, I'm doing really good. Mary just called me and she couldn't even ruin my mood."
"Ugh Mary," she says with her voice full of disgust, "Forget her. How's work and the new place?"
"It's good. I like the town. The people are nice. Work is work. It's the same here as it was in England."
"Any new friends?"
"Um, well yeah actually. A woman, her name is y/n. We actually went on a date earlier. We talk pretty often and sometimes all night. I like her."
"A woman? Wow, so you'd say you're moving on?"
"Mum I've been over her the month after we broke up."
"And how old is this y/n? You know I'm going to want to protect you even more now."
"She's 30, um a widow and she has a son."
"What? Harry are you sure about this?" her voice changed to a much softer tone.
"Yeah I'm sure. She's so different. We have the easiest conversations. I feel like we're good together."
"Harry remember you fall a little too hard for people."
"I know mum, I know what I'm doing this time around."
"Okay. Well tell me more."
He spoke to his mum for another hour about you, his house, and when she was coming to visit. After he hung up the phone it was already around 8:30. He hoped that you would text him soon. He missed you already. Soon enough about a half hour later his phone dinged and he saw a message from you.
y/n: Hey :)
H: Hey, how'd it go?
y/n: It was good. Just had to review his homework and then we ate and I needed to help him with his hair. He's very tender headed so I have to brush with lots of calmness and patience.
H: It's hard to have curls. I don't remember why I want to grow it out again.
y/n: What's the longest you've ever had it?
H: Up to my collarbones
y/n: Wow, I can't imagine that.
H: *Picture of him with long hair*
y/n: You look handsome both ways
H: Thank you
y/n: Yeah no problem. Do you want to ft soon?
H: Yeah sure.
Harry waited for your response or facetime call. But it never came. He became pretty bummed over this. Feeling a little stood up. He fell asleep around midnight but was awaken by a vibration and bright phone screen.
y/n: Hey sorry I don’t know what happened to me I just fell asleep out of nowhere. I hope you get a goodnights rest.
He read the message and smiled before going back to sleep. Dreaming of a sleepy y/n.
Few days later…
You and Harry were talking almost every second of the day. If you weren’t it was because you were both working. It was less than one week before your next date and you were excited to cook for him. You and Sam were on your way to the grocery store. You really needed to restock your pantry. The weather was getting a little colder, just a little more wind. You parked and walked into the store with your son beside you. You allowed him to make his own list so you knew what he would actually like instead of guessing. Sam gave you his list and walked beside you throughout the store.
“Mami, can you make pumpkin pie? You make the best kind.” He looked up at you with bright eyes.
“Yes mi amor, I’ll do that for you.” You squeezed his chin lightly.
You two continued walking in the store and crossed things off both your lists, Sam occasionally asking you if he could try a new specific snack. You got your ingredients to make pumpkin pie and got everything else you needed. You two approached the cashier and you let Sam put everything on the conveyer belt. It was his favorite part of the whole trip. He did this while you bagged. After grocery shopping you went home so certain items wouldn’t spoil. Because of the colder weather you decided to make your pumpkin pie and rent a movie. You settled on Secret Life of Pets 2 and cuddled together while your pie baked. Once the alarm went off indicating it was done, you put it on a cooling rack and decided to order some Chinese food. You got one large container of Lo Mein for you two to share. You both laughed at the movie and cuddled. You savored every moment in which he let you cuddle him. You knew in a few years it might end. You felt your phone vibrate and you checked it. It was just an email. You checked your messages and saw yours never delivered. He did say he was going to work today so maybe his phone was off. You finished your night eating some pumpkin pie with Sam.
“Did dad like pumpkin pie?” he asked before stuffing his face.
“He did, he liked mine the most though because I never made it too sweet or anything.” You smiled.
“Do you think if I like your friend dad will get mad at me?” he says looking down.
“Samuel… your dad would never be mad at you for becoming friends with someone. Just because you may open your heart to someone new doesn’t mean you close your heart to someone else,” you kissed his head and thought of Harry as you paraphrased his words. Sam nodded at what you said, “and your dad had a big heart. I think he would want you to have one too.”
“He did?” he looked up at you with the same eyes of his father.
“Oh yeah, that’s why he went off to protect people he didn’t even know. Because his heart was so big.” You ran your fingers through his hair as he leaned against your chest.
“Do you have more pictures of him?”
“Oh yeah so many, do you want to see us really young?” he nodded and cleaned his hands. You went to your room and got the polaroid album from when you were in college and he was just starting off in the service. You put it on his lap and he opened it carefully. At a young age you taught him pictures were to be handled with care and to not be drawn on or ripped.
“Dad’s hair looks different than all the other pictures,” he observes.
“Yeah he had to have it cut low during that time,” you put your arm around him.
“Ooh,” he says as he sees a picture of you and Michael at your commencement ball, “Mami you look so pretty here,” he looks up at you with bright eyes.
“Thank you, pumpkin.” you held back tears as the nickname Michael had for you slipped out of your mouth.
“Michael and Y/n 4 e.v.a?” you chuckled at the way he read it.
“It’s supposed to mean forever,” you explained, “and it was.” You kissed his head.
“Oh okay,” he continued flipping through your album, “I think I’m done for the night. I don’t want to get too sad.” You nodded and took the album as he passed it to you.
“You did a good job looking at it hon, you get braver and braver each day. I know for a fact daddy’s looking down at you so so proud!” you hugged him tightly. You felt him smile against you and place a kiss on your cheek.
“So when can I meet Harry?” you were a little thrown off by his question.
“Um, when I think it’s the right time. I think that maybe I should know him for a bit first.” You explained.
“Yeah but like it’d be so cool to have another guy around,” he smiled at you.
“Yeah? And what would you guys even talk about?”
“I’d show him all my G.I. Joe’s and my favorite shows on Disney channel and my room and my rocks!” you smiled at him as he spoke.
“Okay, fair enough. We’re still waiting a bit before you meet him.”
With a sigh and deflated shoulders, he mumbled fine. You soon tucked him into bed and went to your own. You checked your phone and saw a text from Harry.
H: Hey, sorry we didn’t get to talk much. Hope you’re still up. (28 mins ago)
y/n: Hey, it’s okay.
H: Yay! You’re up! I’m sorry I was in meetings all day and received two new manuscripts. Both historical nonfictions. Send help.
y/n: Just so happen to like that genre.
H: Right… want to read?
y/n: Can I?
H: Why not? One’s on medieval England and the other is on the black death.
y/n: I’ll take black death.
H: Thank God
y/n: lol, won’t you still need to read it anyway?
H: I trust you could make corrections and I’ll just hand it in that way
y/n: Harry they’ll notice the different handwriting
H: Write in pencil and I’ll just copy it again in red pen. Or use sticky notes
y/n: I’m assuming you cheated a lot in school? 👀
H: Very rude. But yes I did. Just in history.
H: But I bet if you were my teacher, I’d pay attention 😉
y/n: Mr. Styles that is very inappropriate🙊
H: You dress so pretty I can’t help it😍
y/n: Thank you🥰
H: no problem beautiful 🤍
y/n: so uh, you know my “dating” past, what's yours?
H: nothing too long. Obviously some high school relationships, college flings, but the only one I would count as serious would be my last one. We were together for three years, we moved pretty quickly. She cheated on me with my best mate.
y/n: she's dumb to cheat on you.
H: Thank you😂
Y/n: Yeah of course. I’m sorry it happened. No one deserves that.
H: Yeah it was pretty bad honestly. Caught them in our bed 😬
Y/n: Yikes 🤭
H: I know
Y/n: at least you found out?
H: I guess yeah
Y/n: is this a reason why you moved out here?
H: yeah, I was also tired of London in general.
Y/n: I have a friend who says the same thing. She prefers living here. (Fellow teacher😊)
H: And here I thought I was your only English friend☹️
Y/n: how do you think I picked up your accent as English and not Australian or something?
H: I guess
Y/n: she’s from Yorkshire
H: Oh okay. I've been. It’s rural.
y/n: yeah that’s what she says.
H: Love, I'd love to stay and chat but I feel exhausted and I don't want to fall asleep on you.
y/n: it's okay! Get some rest handsome. Goodnight
H: Goodnight love, sweet dreams.
Friday…
You were cooking your white rice, beans, and salmon while hearing music. Harry texted you that he was on his way. Sam already had left with Lydia. You were wearing black jeans and a navy satin tank top when she picked him up. You had put on mascara and curled your hair while Sam napped after school. She looked you up and down before saying "you look nice". It shocked you if you were honest. You thought you'd be criticized and interrogated. You began making tostones when you heard the buzzing sound of your intercom. You buzzed him in, turned off your music, and you soon heard a knock. You opened the door and he was standing there with his arms behind his back.
"So you live across Joe's?" he looked at you with a confused look.
"Yeah.. Didn't really mention that the first time we met. Forgot to mention it afterwards." you peeked behind him.
"Well, I remembered you said you liked tulips and sunflowers so I got you both." he pushes a beautiful bouquet towards you. The yellow tulips blended in beautifully. "And wine" he shrugged. You smiled at him and brought him in for a hug. You leaned up and kissed his cheek before welcoming him into your apartment. He noticed the small pile of shoes by the door and that you weren't wearing any.
"Shoes off?"
"Yes please." you told him from your kitchen. You were putting your flowers in a vase. He noticed the picture of who he assumed was Michael at the entrance. He smiled sympathetically at it and walked into your kitchen.
"Smells good in here," he complimented and leaned against one of your counters. You were reaching for another wine glass for him. You only had one handy for yourself usually. He put his hand on your hip and got the wine glass.
"Thank you," you turn around. You two were fairly close before he realized and backed away.
"Want me to open up the wine and set the table?" he asked.
"Yes, please." he nodded and helped. You served yourselves and met him at the table. He walked up to you and pulled you into him before you two sat.
"Hey, thank you for all this." you wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest.
"Yeah of course," you answer as he kisses your forehead briefly before letting you go so you two could sit. All week you two had been flirting. Hard. You were assuming that maybe he wanted to kiss you tonight. Only because he had mentioned that he wanted to at Banzai but knew it was too soon. After that you told him that you thought you two had been talking for enough time. You both started eating and heard a low moan from Harry.
"This is really good," he said before sipping his wine.
"Thank you,"
"Who knew green plantains were so good?" he said as he ate a tostones. You chuckled lightly as you drank your wine. You spoke about your week and he remembered he brought the manuscript for you.
"Do you ever get tired of reading? Like is it less enjoyable now?" you asked. You leaned against your chair looking across the table at him.
"Somedays, it's like until a really good manuscript comes along that I begin enjoying it again."
"Is it rare?"
"A little bit yeah," he had finished everything. You got up and picked up his and your plate. "Oh, thank you."
"Yeah no problem, do you want dessert? I made another pie yesterday." you said as you loaded your dishwasher of your plates.
"Yeah sure, I'll try a piece." you served him a piece on a dessert plate.
"Whipped cream?"
"You guys put whipped cream on this?"
"Just a little bit,"
"I think I'll skip out on the whipped cream." he smiled at you.
"Okay," you laughed lightly.
You two ate your pies and sat in silence a bit after.
"You have a lovely place by the way," he looked around.
"Thank you, it's a bit small but it works for us right now." you smiled. He nodded and checked his watch. Did he have to be somewhere?
"Friends is on," he smiled.
"In person friends date?" you asked.
"I'm alright with that." he stood up and walked to your side of the table. He put his hand out for you to take and you did. He walked with you to your couch and you sat down right next to him. He put his arm around you as you set your tv up. Once you got the show on, you adjusted yourself and put your head on his chest. It was the episode with the w.e.n.u.s. Harry laughed at certain scenes and it made you happy. He was adorable. You lifted your head up and he looked over at you.
"What happened? Why'd you get off?" he was nearly pouting. You smiled at him and brushed a finger against his cheek.
"I rather watch you watch the show honestly," you said as you put your elbow up on the head of your couch tilting your body towards him. He faced you then and put his hand on your knee.
"Did you want to talk about something?" you shook your head no and briefly looked at his lips. You saw him do the same. You had butterflies in your stomach. You felt like a teenager all over again. So did Harry. He didn't want to do something that would mess everything up. You licked your lips as he looked at them. He leaned in slightly. You felt his breath against your wet lips. You wanted to rip off the bandage.
"Harry, just do it." he was nervous. He closed the gap between you and kissed you slowly. The butterflies in your stomach felt as if they exploded. His thumb simultaneously rubbed against your cheek as you kissed him back. You felt him kiss you deeper and you both moved your head to the opposite sides. You put your hands over his on your face. His lips were everything you imagined. Sweet, sexy, and they tasted like wine. He pulled away shortly and looked at you in the eye.
"Wow" was all you could say.
"I know," he smiled.
"Can we do that again?" you looked down at his lips.
"Mhm," he kissed you again and perhaps it was the liquid courage but you licked his lips asking for entrance. He let you in and you soon began exploring each other's mouths. You leaned a little more back against your couch and he leaned more on top of you.
"Are you sure this is okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," you kissed him again. He was addicting. It had been a long time since you felt affection in this way. He bit your lip lightly and you held back a moan. You put your hands on the back of his neck pushing him closer to you. He enjoyed this. It told him you were really enjoying this. He was slightly uncomfortable leaning over you from the side. He rather just lay on top of you but he wasn't going to ask you to do that. You felt his discomfort though so you pulled away. You looked at the way he was positioned.
"Are you comfortable?" You've made out over movie theater seats as a teenager before and that was not very comfortable. It was like what Harry was doing now.
"I'm fine love,"
"You look uncomfortable, I um I can sit on your lap if you want."
"I can’t ask you to do that,"
"It's fine," you pushed him back slightly and moved to sit on his lap. Your feet facing the end of the couch. You leaned in and kissed him again. This time you noticed he wasn’t nervous or hesitant anymore. His fingers tangled in your hair while the other laid on your thigh. You weren't sure where to put your hands so you settled them on his chest. You two continued making out like this for a while. You felt yourself becoming a little friskier though so you put your hand behind his neck as you leaned back towards your couch cushions. You pulled him on top of you and you heard a low groan. Harry was loving this. He loved the way you kissed and felt under him. He was trying so hard to not become hard by just your kisses. It was becoming difficult. You pulled away to catch your breath and he only moved down to kiss your neck. Holy shit you thought. Everything felt overwhelming, the good kind. It felt nice to be kissed again. He lifted his head back up again and studied your face. You lifted your hand up and brushed his cheek with your thumb. You offered a smile and he leaned down and kissed you slowly. These were lazier kisses now but you enjoyed them just as much. You both smiled a few times into the kisses. Holding back giggles every now and then at the weird and funny noises your lips would make against each other. At a certain point you both pulled away and just stared at each other’s faces.
"You're so beautiful," he said before kissing you lightly.
"You're so handsome." you answered back.
"I'm happy we met at Joe's," he said kissing down your cheek again towards your neck.
"Me too," you swallowed. You were already wet; this was just going to make the aching feeling in between your legs worse.
"Should I go? It’s late" he said in between open-mouthed kisses all over your neck.
"Funny you would think I'd want that," you said as you put a hand in his hair.
"So what do you want?" he looked up at you.
"To continue this," you said as you leaned in again. He kissed you back slowly but passionately. His tongue entering your mouth with ease. His lips were like honey. You wanted more but it was too soon.
"I'd like to continue this too," he pulled away.
"But you just stopped."
"Not what I meant." you two were looking each other in the eyes at this point.
"So, what do you mean?"
"I mean um.. I'd like to erm, continue dating you, and only you." he was so nervous you had to bite back a smile.
"Hm okay," you kissed him.
"Okay?" he looked down at you with furrowed brows.
"Mhm, me too. Would you want to be my boyfriend? Is that what you were trying to say?" You teased.
"Oh hush, yes. That’s what I was trying to say," his hand rubbed your sides.
"Then yes, I'd lo-," you coughed, "I'd like that, sorry" you coughed again. What the fuck was that? You almost said love? He was looking at you with knowing eyes but he didn't say a thing. Instead he turned your head towards him and kissed you slowly.
Hi beautiful humans! Here’s a ‘blurb’ or the tiniest snippet of what I think Sam meeting Charlotte would look like. This is from my wandering hands AU, if you haven’t read read it i recommend you check it out :)
no warnings really, pure fluff!
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You were in the backseat with Charlotte while Harry drove very carefully back to your home. It was time for you to introduce Charlotte to Sam. You were nervous and excited. Harry slowly parked the car and helped you get out. He removed the car seat from its holder and took the diaper bag from you. He didn’t want you holding anything too heavy. You walked up the stairs to your front door and unlocked it. Sam ran up to you and hugged you gently.
"Hi ma! Uncle Matt told me to be careful with you and the baby," he spoke excitedly.
"Hi my love," you squatted down to his level, "Uncle Matt was right, thank you for being so gentle with me, I missed you," your eyes were welling up. He was so big and you couldn't help but remember when he was as tiny as Charlotte. Harry walked in behind you which distracted Sam from you.
"She's so small!" Sam yelled and Charlotte stirred in her car seat asleep.
"You want to hold her?" Harry asked him and he nodded quickly.
"Go sit on the couch and I'll take her out," Harry responded. You stood up straighter and walked to the living room. Matt greeted you with a light hug and kiss on your cheek.
"How are you?" he asked and helped you to the couch since Harry was getting Sam situated.
"I'm alright, achy," you sat next to Sam. Harry put Charlotte in his arms and helped him by holding her head.
"She's cute," Sam giggled. Charlotte stirred slightly at his voice.
"Y'know she recognizes your voice yeah?" Harry told him.
"But she's so tiny she can't be too smart. She's new?"
"Babies are a lot smarter than we think actually, they already can tell different voices and smells," you explained to him and he nods.
You have a light side conversation about Sam (asking if he ate, slept well, and whatnot) as him and Harry looked at Charlotte. Matt had cooked some lunch for you two and he served you two plates. Harry put Charlotte in her travel bassinet and Sam sat next to her holding her hand. You heard him mumble "I love you," to her and you cried silently. Harry understood what you were crying over and rubbed your knee. Hormones were going to be a mess for a while. You finished eating and Charlotte had become hungry. You heard her cry, which scared Sam.
"I didn't hurt her I was just holding her hand," Sam explained quickly. Harry smiled at him and ruffled his hair.
"That's just her telling us that she's hungry,"
"Oh. Pretty loud," you laugh at his comment and receive Charlotte with open arms. You put your cover on and begin to nurse her. You begin your day as a family of four and soon establish a slight routine. You nurse, Harry burps, and you'll spend time with Sam any time you can.
Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 3 of Wandering Hands.
What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.
Word count: 6.5k
Warning: Cursing and smut (lmk if I forgot one!)
This part is ~juicy~
Pls reblog if you like it :) Thanks in advance for the support! Feedback is always helpful, I love hearing from you all!
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The kiss had picked up. Now you were on top, legs on either side of his waist and kissing his neck. You felt his hums of appreciation against your lips. You accidentally left a small mark on the side of his neck but he assured you it was fine. You were both wearing tight jeans. It was uncomfortable. It had been a bit over 5 years since you’d been with anyone like this. Before your husband died he was already gone for 4 months. Fuck, Michael.
You tried to change your mentality and keep kissing Harry. You kissed his lips again to remember just him. Luckily before he could probably notice, he stopped you and sat a little more up.
“I think we should take a break yeah? Before we rush into anything?” He didn’t want to take advantage of how needy you probably felt. He wanted to carry this out like any other relationship. You were thankful for it. Even though all night you had been thinking of what more would be or feel like, you still weren’t sure if you were 100% there. You nodded at his words and kissed him lightly before settling down next to him.
“Um, could I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah, last door down the hall,” you smiled at him. He got up and gave you a peck before going. When he got to the bathroom, he unzipped his tight skinny jeans and held back a sigh of relief. He was aching. His hard on was hidden from how tight his pants were but now he needed to pee to make it go down. He squeezed it a few times in attempt to get it to go down. “I can’t fucking relieve myself in her bathroom,” he thought. He began thinking of anything else and it helped. Peeing hurt but he was happy that his hard on was gone. Goodness, you were going to be the death of him.
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You two were eating popcorn facing each other leaning on opposite ends of the couch. Your legs were tangled in one another’s.
“Hmm, first kiss story?”
“Ah, bloody romantic if you ask me.”
“I bet I could top yours”
“Let’s see, we were with friends, I was 11 & we were watching a movie. I leaned over and kissed her.”
“You kissed her in front of your friends?”
“Mhm”
“That’s not romantic, I’ll tell you romantic. I was 12 and my friend was having a ‘going to be 8th graders party?’ Basically, we were excited that we finished 7th grade. I had a boyfriend, and well she lived in this building where the roof was all done up. So, we had the party up there, just us kids. No parents. My boyfriend and I went to this secluded part of the roof and it overlooked these train tracks and highways and we kissed. It was great until we clanked teeth.” He bursted out laughing after you said the last part.
“It was all good until that last part,”
“Hush. You know when we broke up he said, “it was a good time” and hugged me? Nice guy but super awkward.” He laughed again and you threw popcorn at him. “I had to go to high school AND college with him after that too” Now he was actually getting red from laughing so hard. You just shook your head and watched the view.
“I’m sorry I’m sorry,” he coughed, “that was a good story love.” He rubbed his foot against yours.
“Thanks. First heartbreak?”
“Like real one?”
“Yeah.”
“Um, I guess one in Secondary,” he ate a kernel, “Basically, there was a rumor that I cheated on her. I didn’t, but she was definitely in love with her best friend so she believed her. I think she’s lesbian now honestly.”
“Oh my,” you said as you put some more popcorn in your mouth. He nodded and pointed at you.
“Oh um, well you already know.”
“Oh, right sorry. I forget that you guys met so young.”
“It’s okay,” you smiled, “first time?” You got up and grabbed you two some angry orchards.
“Yikes. That story is cringe-worthy” he says as he takes the bottle from you.
“Ooh, then I’m all ears.”
“High school girlfriend, I was 15, both our first time. Um I had prepared myself to try and last like a good amount of time,” he drinks hiding a smile, “I think I lasted a minute” he laughs.
“Oh no Harry,” you laugh lightly.
“It was so bad I felt so bad. It got better though” he grinned.
“I’d hope” you smiled behind taking a swig of your drink.
“Can I assume yours was just as perfect as your first kiss?” He raised a brow at you.
“It was, sort of. Hurt and I didn’t get off. I was 17 though. I’m just happy that he was gentle and caring,” you smiled
“I’m happy for you. You made Michael wait 2 years?” He said before putting popcorn into his mouth.
“I did. Wanted to make sure he was serious about me before getting into my pants. I knew no guy would wait 2 years just for that,” you laughed.
“You’re right, only one that cared would wait.” He nodded and so did you.
“I’d wait 2 years to prove it to you,” he winked your way.
“No thanks,” you laughed before eating more popcorn. He would be lying if he didn’t feel some sort of relief. He could tell by the way you kissed you must be crazier in bed.
“I have this thing where I buy guys sweatpants because they’re way more comfortable. Um would you want a pair?” You asked looking down at your bottle in your hands. He put his bottle and popcorn bowl on your coffee table before crawling up to you and hovering over your face.
“Are you asking me to sleepover?”
“Yes,” you swallowed.
“I’ll take a pair,” he kissed you deeply before pulling away slowly.
“Okay,” you stayed seated.
“Are you going to get them?” He smirked.
“Y-yeah” you pushed him off of you lightly before going to your room. What a fucking tease. He enjoyed it too.
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You were both changed and cuddling on your couch. Watching the new Netflix rom com, Love, Guaranteed. It was sweet. Harry was rubbing your back as you laid on his chest. You both laughed at certain scenes and you’d feel him tense up at some serious scenes as if he was the one going through it. It was adorable. Your eyes felt heavy and so did Harry’s. Before you knew it, you were asleep in the arms of your new boyfriend. You were happy. You were awakened by knocking on the door. You got off Harry careful not to wake him. You rubbed your eyes and opened the door. You saw it was Michael and you couldn’t help but scream.
“Y/n!” You opened your eyes and saw Harry looking down at you with worried eyes. You looked at him and around you. It was a dream. A nightmare really. You were breathing heavily and sweating.
“Are you okay love? You were moving a lot and then you yelled and mumbled Michael,” he wiped your forehead.
“Yeah I um, just bad dream sorry.” You sat up moving away from him.
“Do you want to talk about it?” He rubbed your shin.
“Um yeah, I guess. It was just really realistic. Um it was like now. If I woke up normally. Someone was knocking on the door and when I opened it, it was Michael” you rubbed your head.
“Oh wow, that sounds like a movie honestly,”
“There’s a show like it. Ironically the character was named Michael too.” He nodded and continued rubbing your leg. He studied your face and you looked worried. You were there but you weren’t.
“Y/n? You okay?”
“Yeah, sorry. Just feeling really um thrown off.”
“Could it be possible?”
“No. I um, I had to identify him” you choked out. You were trying so hard to keep it together. Not scare him away.
“Oh, y/n, come here love,” he pulled you into him as you cried quietly. “Maybe yesterday was too much?”
You shook your head, no.
“I will always love him Harry, it’s not like we got divorced or something. But I’m ready to move on with my life.” He gave you a tighter hug and kiss on your head.
“Okay,” he said. He understood you and he didn’t mind sharing your love. “Did you guys bury him?” He felt you nod. “Maybe you could visit him. Talk to him,” he suggested. Your heart warmed. He was so sweet and understanding. You loved how he didn’t compete to be your number one. You nodded and looked up at him. You grabbed his face with your two hands and kissed him passionately.
“I’m so happy we met” you leaned your forehead against his.
“Me too,” he kissed you, “let me cook you dinner tonight? My place?”
“Yeah? Okay,” you smiled, “I can bri-“
“Bring yourself,” he smiles.
“Okay,” you lean your head on his shoulder but you feel your phone vibrate. You grab it and stand; you see Sam texted you from Lydia’s phone.
L: Hey ma, can I stay with grandma tonight?
Y/n: Yep of course.
L: thanks!
Y/n: no problem hon❤️
“Sam’s staying at his grandma’s till tomorrow,”
“Ooh okay, sleepover?”
“Again?” You raise a brow at him
“I’d like that yes,” he comes over rubbing your sides. You sigh contently.
“My place this time,” he kisses your cheek.
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You were on your way to Harry’s house. You decided to wear leggings and a graphic tee with a cardigan. You figured you’d just stay asleep with those clothes. You had picked up some chips and dip before going over. Harry left your place around 2:00 to get groceries and everything prepared before you went over. After he left you watched the Yankees game and graded some homework. You got to Harry’s house and noticed what a charming little house it was. Seemed to be one floor with a one car garage. It fit him perfectly. You parked and walked up the steps to his door. You knocked and he answered quickly afterwards.
“Love,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you into him.
“Hi,” you smiled up at him. He put a finger under your chin and kissed you slowly. You always felt like you could just melt under his touch. He knew it too, and he enjoyed it. “It smells delicious in here,” He holds your hand further into his house.
“I hope it tastes just as good. So, this is the living room, my room is down that hall and so is the bathroom and my office and then there’s the kitchen” he says pointing around. He had it nicely decorated.
“It’s beautiful harry,” you squeeze his hands.
“I decided to cook you crab legs, I remember you mentioned your love for them on one of our FaceTime dates.”
“Crab legs?” You said a little shocked he went so above and beyond.
“Mhm, with some linguine Alfredo. Homemade Alfredo sauce if I may add.” He was so excited telling you everything. You felt something change in your heart towards Harry in that moment. Like you wanted this for a long time. Like you…like you loved him.
“W-wow, um thank you. You didn’t have to do this,” you felt nervous with how well he was treating you. What if this ended someday? Another heartbreak?
“My honor, y/n,” he cheesed at you. You smiled back as you sat and put the bag you brought on his table.
“I brought chips and dip,” you said lowly.
“Thank you love, everything okay?” He noticed the shift in your mood.
“Mhm, just still amazed.”
“You sure?” You nodded.
He served you soon after and you two shared laughs as you both would send small pieces of crab flying as you two would try and crack it open. It was nice and romantic. He served your dinner with some white wine. He joked that he only served you wine so that then you would have to sleepover because you couldn’t drink and drive. After dinner you two settled on the couch and cuddled. He had set the fireplace on. The temperature was dropping rapidly at night now. You two were cozy and comfortable.
“I spoke to my mum about you,” he says while playing with your fingers.
“What'd she say?” You bit your lip. Lydia was a pain, you hoped Harry’s mom liked you more.
“She just hopes I know what I’m getting into but was also happy that I was happy,” he kisses your head before speaking again, “I know the shoes I’d be filling, and I’m not scared to.” There was that feeling again, from earlier. You think you loved Harry and it scared the shit out of you.
“What would be a dealbreaker for you?” You looked up at him.
“Cheating probably. Or abuse.” He says as his fingertips dance on the side of your face delicately.
“What if I said I won’t let Michael go?” You were a little scared to hear his answer but you also knew he might be supportive.
“I never expected you to love, he was your best friend too. You shouldn’t ever let him go. You should honor his memory always and feel comfortable talking about him. I don’t consider him an ex to be jealous of,” he smiled at you.
Yep, you loved him. Fuck. You felt love for the man in front of you. You’d only known each other for about two months. You fell hard and you fell fast. You were fucked.
“Thank you,” was all you could say. He kissed your forehead.
“I guess we should talk about this now before anything… is Sam all you want?” He looked at you nervously.
“No, I’ve always wanted two, but maybe not now. I’m not afraid of age gaps honestly. My oldest sister is 12 years older than me.”
“Okay,” he smiled. His smile was full of happiness. You could tell.
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You two were still on his couch but now Harry laid his head in between your breasts. He used them as pillows, only watching a movie now. It was some documentary on sharks Harry, insisted on it being good. He got up and kissed you on your forehead announcing he’d probably take a while in the bathroom. ‘It was the linguine’ he states as he skips to the bathroom. You laughed because of how comfortable you two were with each other already. You kept watching the doc until his phone rang. “Probably: Mary” it said. You let it ring until it rang a second time.
“Hello?”
“Um excuse me is Harry there?” The woman’s tone was rude.
“Yeah he is. Who’s this?” Wanna have an attitude? So can I.
“Mary, who's this?”
“His girlfriend,” you heard her laugh through the phone.
“Funny. He didn’t mention a girl last we spoke. A few nights ago, to be exact.”
“He’s never mentioned you either, must not be as important as you think” you bit back. He had though. You were 90% sure this was his ex. If not, you just fucked up a relationship with one of his friends or cousins.
“Could you just put Harry on the phone?” She was growing annoyed with you.
“Can’t. He’s a little preoccupied, sorry.” You know what it sounded like. You didn’t mind it either.
“Bitch.” she said before hanging up. You put his phone back on the coffee table and went back to laying down. Harry came back a few minutes later.
“I forgot my phone, started reading the back of the cleaning supplies,” he joked. You laugh lightly as he settles back on your chest. You run your fingers through his hair. It was becoming longer every day. You met him with a fresh haircut but now he had it flowing like Prince Charming from Shrek.
“Mary called,” you said, your tone relaxed. He tensed up. He got off your chest and kneeled in between your legs.
“Mary, my ex Mary?” He questioned. Thank God you thought. Relieved it wasn’t a family member.
“Mhm. She called once but I ignored it and then I picked up on the second call,” you watched his face change. Worried that you were going to become a jealous rage and leave him.
“I didn’t mention it because we weren’t even dating yet but she called me a few days ago but I just told her to leave me alone nothing more, I even told her about you in hopes that she’d stop,” he grabbed your hands in desperation. You smiled at him.
“It’s okay Harry,” you leaned up off the couch and rubbed his shoulders, “I trust you. She sounds nuts anyway. No offense.”
“None taken,” he grabs your face before falling back on top of you and covering you in kisses. You laughed and spoke up again.
“I think she may leave you alone now,” you bit your lip.
“What’d you say?” He asked with furrowed brows.
“She wanted to talk to you but I told her you were um preoccupied,” you covered your mouth with your hand.
“Y/n y/l/n, do you know what that sounds like?” He grinned at you.
“I do.” You pulled him down and kissed him hard. You’d missed him after he left your place this morning. He kissed you back eagerly. Before you came you decided to shave everything in the shower. Just in case. You thought long and hard about it, you decided that you were sure you were ready. Harry’s lips moved down to your neck. Biting and sucking in certain areas. You let out a moan which made him hold back one of his own.
“I think we should stop, just for a bit. That escalated really quickly,” he said rubbing his thumb over your lip.
“I don’t want to,” you pouted.
“If we don’t love then you’re going to feel something that I can’t control.” He smiled at you.
“I felt it last night Harry,” you chuckled lightly.
“You did? Oh my god, I’m embarrassed.” He hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Don’t be. I um, I wanna feel it.” You said shyly. You’ve never been vocal about stuff like this.
“You do?” This excited him slightly.
“Yeah,” your cheeks were red and he bit back his smile.
“What are the boundaries for tonight? I don’t want to push them.” He was fixing your hair away from your face and kissing your face lightly. It was comforting.
“I-I don’t know. Harry I’m not good at this. I’ve never been,” you sighed.
“Good at what?”
“Explaining what I want. The words physically do not come out.” You sounded a little frustrated with yourself and he thought it was a little cute but he wouldn’t admit that.
“It’s okay love, I could ask you and you just nod or shake your head, is that okay?” You nodded.
“Is the way I kiss you okay? Like your neck and stuff?” you nodded.
“Is it okay if I touch you, in other areas?” You nodded.
“Is it okay if I um. How can I phrase this? Erm. Orally please you?” He let out a small laugh and so did you. You nodded and you saw a dimply grin.
“Alright then I guess we’re all set,” He leaned in but you stopped him.
“You didn’t finish..”
“I didn’t know if I should,” he looked a little stunned and confused.
“Go on,” you urged.
“Physically please you? Fingers? No fingers?” He was shy now. You held his face in your hands and nodded.
“Um so we should probably move to my room,” he was trying to hide his excitement at the night you two were about to have.
“Lead the way,” he got up and grabbed your hands leading. He was basically speed walking. You held back a laugh. You got to his room and it was very guy like. Black furniture and book shelves in each corner. He pulled you into him and held your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.
“Are you sure?”
“I think so, I guess I won’t know till I try?” He nodded.
“Just tell me if you want to stop and I’ll stop right away, don’t feel bad or anything.” He remained eye contact with you as he spoke and you nodded.
He began by kissing your forehead, to your cheek, and to your lips. He deepened the kiss by swiping his tongue against your lips and you allowing him in. He walked you backwards onto his bed as he slowly leaned you against it. You could sense his nervousness and hesitation and he could sense yours. Were you two both sure about this? You lifted his shirt slightly running your fingers across his stomach. They felt like fire against his skin. He helped you take it off and you scanned his front. He was covered in tattoos and it turned you on. You pulled him down to you and tangled a hand in his hair. He pulled your cardigan off your shoulders and lifted your shirt off. He gave you a look silently asking if it was okay and you nodded. After having Sam your body looked different, but you were proud of it. He kissed down your neck to in between your breast. He looked up at you occasionally to make sure you didn’t have a change of expression.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said as he kissed over your stretch marks.
“I know,” you laughed and he smiled back at you.
“I love the confidence babe,” he said before biting your hip lightly causing you to moan lowly. He pulled your pants down and kissed your thighs before lifting your calves onto his shoulders. He was taking his time and you appreciated it. He kissed you all over, seemingly not missing a spot. You leaned up and pushed his pants down accidentally pushing his boxers down with it.
“Shit sorry,” you fumbled out and he laughed lightly.
“It’s okay if you’re eager,” he was smirking and you just shook your head at him. He was fairly large and you were a little intimidated. It had been a while and you didn’t want to make him go slow. He noticed the way your eyebrows scrunched together so he grabbed your face and kissed you to distract you.
“You still sure?” He asked and you nodded. He crawled back in between your legs. He kissed down your stomach to in between your thighs.
"I'll go slow if that's what you're worried about," he kissed over your underwear, "I intend on taking my time with you."
"O-okay," there was no going back now, you were too turned on. He pulled your underwear to the side and licked your slit soaking up all the wetness that gathered there. It felt excruciatingly amazing. You let out a moan and bit your lip.
"I liked these; I liked the color. But they're in the way," he said before pulling them down your legs and placing his head back in between your legs. He licked you viciously and sucked your clit harshly. You couldn't stop moaning. He lifted his head and you looked down wondering why he stopped. His lips were covered in your wetness and you whined when he licked them.
"Is it okay if I-" you cut him off.
"Yes." he laughed before continuing what he was doing. You felt him insert a finger in you and curl it. He looked at your facial expressions to see what you liked and what you didn't react to. He put another finger in you and tried to stretch you out a bit. He could feel you tensing around his fingers so he flicked his tongue over your clit as you moaned louder. He wanted you to cum on his tongue. You felt the pressure in your stomach increase and you shut your eyes from pleasure. It felt so good.
"Let go love," he encouraged. You couldn't contain it anymore. You put your hand in his hair and tugged as you came. He moaned against your center and continued for a while until you pushed his head away becoming too sensitive.
"Good?" he smirked coming back up above you. You nodded and kissed him. You didn’t mind that your wetness coated his lips. He put his tongue in your mouth and yours in his. The kiss was messy but fucking hot.
"Let me um, do you." you mumbled between the kiss. You saw him shake his head.
"Honestly, I don’t doubt your talent but I don’t think I could hold on long enough if you were to do that," he smirked, "Another time love, maybe tomorrow." he winked before kissing you again. He put his forearm next to your head and placed a hand on your cheek and kissed you slowly. You could feel his length against your center. He kissed down your neck and you felt yourself getting wet for him again.
"Harry," you breathed out.
"Yeah?" he looked up at you immediately. You smiled and gave him a kiss for his tentativeness.
"Um we need a condom, I'm not on anything." he smiled and kissed you again.
"Okay love," he wasn't going to tell you that he was getting there because he didn't want to embarrass you or anything. He loved how much you wanted him. He leaned over and reached into his night table and pulled a condom out.
"Still sure?" he looked at you.
"Yes Harry, I'm sure." you spoke up this time instead of nodding. He seemed to appreciate it. He opened the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his length. He kissed you as he lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed his tip in and you gasped lightly into the kiss. You nodded for him to continue and he slowly continued. He kissed you all over your face. Romantic as ever. You surprisingly felt fine physically, but emotions were getting to you a bit. You couldn't help but think of your last time.
"Harry, you can go faster I'm good,"
"Yeah?" he looked at you.
"Yeah." he went a little faster and you moaned. His face was in the crook of your neck and your moans in his ear were heavenly. He already felt close. You ran your hands down his back and pushed his hips against you and scratched them lightly.
"Fuck, Harry," you kissed his shoulder. He lifted his head to look at you and leaned his forehead against yours.
"Feel good?" he kissed you hard before giving you a chance to answer so you moaned into the kiss as a reply. You were getting closer and sinking yourself further into the mattress as it was becoming all too much. Your moans grew louder. He put an arm under your lower back holding you still as his thrusts became faster and sloppier.
"Harry I-I'm close," you breathed. He groaned and kissed your neck.
"Me too, let go babe. You can do it." His words were enough for you to come to the edge. Your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him deeper as you clenched around him and came. The tightness you formed around him was unbearable and he moaned louder than the other times as he came. His eyes were screwed shut and his hips bucked a few times in you afterwards. He pulled out and laid on you for a bit while he caught his breath.
"That was amazing," he pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin next to his bed.
"Is it bad if I say I want to do that again?" he turned his head to you quickly. Light blush on his cheeks.
"Really?" he couldn't contain his excitement.
"Mhm," you put your hand on his cheek and kissed him and sat up a little, "I'll be on top now." he groaned and kissed you harder. You climbed on top of him and grinded against him. Your wetness soaking his length. It was painful for him to feel you against him without a condom knowing he couldn't go inside you that way. He pulled away and held your hips.
"Let me get the condom," you nodded. He reached into his night table got it. He gave it to you with a raised eyebrow. You took it and wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands ran all over your body. From your nipples, to your ass, to your sensitive clit. He was taking advantage of feeling your soft skin. You pulled away and he kissed your neck as you opened the wrapper. You pulled the condom out and pushed Harry away lightly so you could grab his length. He was still sensitive and sucked in a breath when you rolled the condom on him. He was letting you take control and he loved watching you. He lined him up against your center before sinking down on him. He moaned and grabbed your face before kissing you harshly. You bit his lip and pulled and he did the same to you. You moved your hips in slow circles before bouncing up and down on his shaft earning louder moans from him. He put his hands on your thighs and squeezed them. You used the headboard as leverage and bit your lip. He began rubbing your clit with his thumb and your movements became harder to do from how overwhelming the pleasure was. You tightened around him again and he smirked.
"That's it baby," he took your nipple in your mouth and you moved your hands into his hair. You tugged at the hair behind his head and he groaned. You picked up your pace again and you heard Harry choke a little as he squeezed your hips.
"Fuck I'm sorry I'm cumming," he moaned and you kissed him. You said 'It's fine' in between your kisses. You continued until you reached your high soon after causing Harry to squeeze your thighs harder. There might be bruises there in the morning you thought. You felt him softening inside you so you kissed him and lifted yourself off of him. He smiled into the kiss and so did you. He put one hand on your cheek keeping your lips against his and the other on the small of your back to lay you down against his comforter.
"Do you want to use the bathroom first?" he asked and ran a finger down your cheek.
"Yes please," he got off of you and you got up pulling his shirt on and tugging at the bottom. You just had sex with him yet you were feeling a little shy now. He pulled the condom off and tossed it in the bin with the other one and showed you where the bathroom was. You did your thing and when you came back you saw Harry cleaning himself with a towel. You decided to wait until he was done to show you'd come back. Giving him a little privacy. Once he had his boxers back on you walked in.
"Har, um could I borrow a pair of your boxers? If you don't mind? If that's not weird? I just um my underwear is all wet and I just clean-" he cut you off.
"That's perfectly fine love," he walked over to his dresser, "Boxers or Briefs?"
"Um briefs," you blushed. He handed them to you and you pulled them on. You rolled them up once so they fit a little better. He watched you with a wide grin on his face.
"You look good in my clothes," you crawled into bed and laid next to him and put your head on his chest.
"Thank you," you traced his butterfly tattoo with your middle finger lightly. You noticed the goosebumps that rose and you smiled. He ran his hand up and down your back.
"You okay?" he asked. You didn't feel like answering honestly. You were honestly fine; you just couldn't help but be a little nostalgic. It was big day for you, letting Harry in the way you did. Emotionally and physically.
"Yeah, I'm okay," you looked up and kissed him, "Exhausted though," you smiled.
"Me too to be honest," you both got under the covers and assumed the spooning position. Harry being the big spoon. He would tell you later on he preferred to be the little one. You kind of already knew this from how he liked to lay on your chest. He wrapped his arms from behind you and you both soon became very sleepy. You barely heard him whisper,
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” a tear escaped from all the different emotions you felt. He would be okay if you didn’t answer or if you did and it wasn’t the one he hoped. You did speak up though.
“I think I’m falling in love with you too,” and you were.
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You woke up feeling hot. You didn't like feeling hot. Why were you feeling hot? You opened your eyes and saw Harry's head was on your chest and his lower half was half on you and half way off. He was warm. Looking down at him you didn't mind feeling hot anymore. You kissed his head lightly to not wake him up. You remembered what you two said before falling asleep. You two were moving fast, but you two had declared your own timeline. Who cared? If it was fine with you and him, that’s all that mattered. You felt him stir and soon enough he lifted his head and looked up at you. His sleepy eyes and hair stuck to his face made you let out an 'aw'.
"Morning," he stuck his head in between your neck and shoulder. His voice was deep and raspy.
"Morning," you placed a hand in his hair.
"You're warm," his lips brushed against your neck as he spoke. It gave you goosebumps.
"So are you,"
"Do you like tea?" he asked.
"Love it," you scratched his scalp soothingly.
"I've got a bunch of flavors; I can make you one." he laid a kiss on your collarbone.
"I'd like that," you swallowed, "It looks cold outside. The trees keep moving." he groaned.
"Welcome to New York, where one day its summer and the next its fall and there's no going back." you laughed.
"You have a pretty laugh," he looked up at you.
"You have a pretty face."
"You don’t have pretty breath though," he joked but you pushed him away so he fell beside you, "I'm jokin' love!"
"You don't have pretty breath either," you mocked and tried to imitate his accent.
"Oh god that was bloody horrible," he laughed. His laugh was contagious so you laughed too, unable to remain serious.
"C'mon, let's go brush our teeth and stuff." you got up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. He had his and her sinks. He opened one of the cabinets below his sink and placed a spare toothbrush in front of you. You were looking in the mirror. Your mascara had smudged a bit and blush was on your nose. Harry passed you makeup remover wipes and you looked down at them with a little bit of a questioning look.
"My sister left them here," he put toothpaste on his toothbrush before passing it to you.
"Oh," you nodded. You brushed your teeth together, Harry occasionally making funny faces at you to make you smile. Yeah, you meant what you said last night.
"Uh, mind if I uh piss real quick? You don't have to go,"
"It's fine," you began wiping your undereye as he walked over to the toilet. You saw him pull his boxers a bit down and showing half of his ass. He had such a cute butt. You smiled again and focused back on removing your makeup. Once he finished, he came back next to you and washed his hands. He waited for you to finish before you walked back to his room together to get dressed. He lent you some fuzzy socks since yours were thin. He put on the shirt you wore to sleep and pair of gray sweats and fuzzy socks also. You walked into the kitchen together. He opened a drawer to show you his expansive tea collection. He wasn’t joking when he said he had lots of flavors.
"I'll have Passion Raspberry, with honey."
"Okay," he grabbed a pack for you and mango ginger for himself. He set the kettle on the stove with water and he set the tea bags in mugs. It was the yogi brand. Each came with a quote. You read yours aloud.
"May this day bring you peace, tranquility, and harmony. Aw, cute. What's yours say?"
"Give love, get love." he bit his lip. You were both thinking about the words you said before you fell asleep. You wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him. He was looking straight ahead. Lost in thoughts.
"I meant what I said last night," you said to pull him away from any thoughts that he may be thinking you hadn't meant it. He put a finger under your chin and looked at you with intense eyes. He kissed you lightly.
"I did too," you pressed your lips against one another. The kettle whistled and you two separated. He poured the water in the mugs and you grabbed yours. You both weren't completely ready to say I love you yet. After all, you both said "I think".
"What would you like to eat?"
"Buttered toast is fine with me," you answered before taking a sip of your tea. He put the bread in the toaster as you settled on one of the stools next to his kitchen island.
"So, when will I meet Sam?" He was smiling, you weren't.
"What?" you said confused.
"Sam, when will I get to meet him?"
"Not anytime soon," you scoffed lightly. He was joking right? It’s only been like two months of talking. You two just started dating like two nights ago.
"Why'd you do that?" he asks.
"Do what?" He imitates your scoff.
"You can't be serious Harry," you chuckled, "We just started dating."
"Yeah but I figured since we've known each other for a bit.." he trailed off.
"What? That I'd let you meet my son right away? Harry we just started dating," you reiterated.
"Seems like we're moving at our own timeline don't you think," he looks towards his room.
"Are you suggesting that because we had sex I should be okay with you meeting my kid?"
"No but sort of, do you not trust me?"
"It's not a matter of trust Harry, it's just too soon."
"You didn’t seem to think that last night,"
"Oh my god, could you not bring last night into this discussion? He's only 7, this would be too soon."
"You didn't answer my question,"
"I have a headache," you rubbed your forehead, "What question?"
"Do you trust me?"
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(Whose side are you on for their first ‘fight’? Lmk here!)
Hellooo everyone! I hope you are all having a lovely day! SO this is Part 4 of Wandering Hands.
What it is: You and Harry become friends but you come with certain baggage that might make any other man run.
Word count: 7.5k (longest part i’ve ever written ahh)
Warning: Cursing and smut (lmk if I forgot one!)
This part is ~juicy~ ALSO! New character alert, if you want to picture somebody, i picture zach roerig
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“Yes and no, I mean I still have to get to know you more Harry. Trust doesn't come overnight, it takes time.” You sigh
“You act like we haven't spoken all day and night for the past two months.” His tone has changed to agitated.
“Okay, we have but still. I don't want you meeting Sam for a while.” You tried to get him to understand now with remaining calm.
“Why not though?” He pushed.
“Harry stop questioning me it's my decision,” you raise your voice a little. You were growing agitated now.
“You act like I'm a horrible person or like I'm not worthy of meeting him. You sit there and scoff at me while I try to have some fucking interest in your life” he remarked at you. Him cursing towards you pushed all buttons for you.
“Damn it harry how the fuck am I supposed to know you'll stick around? How do I know that if I introduce you two now that you wont just leave and he'll have to overcome a second heartbreak of getting over another man in his life?” you said a bit louder. He looks at you and slowly realizing the whole situation. He stays quiet for a bit and looks down.
“I'm sorry you're right. I understand. I shouldn’t have pushed it,” You sigh and he walks over to you and hugs you.
“Ive never done this before Harry, I wanna do it right,” you lay your head against his chest and wrap your arms around his waist.
“I know love, I know. I just got excited. I like you a lot so meeting someone else like you got me excited,” he squeezed you.
“Thank you. I appreciate that. And don’t curse at me in anger, I don't do relationships like that,” you stated. You didn’t, not even with Michael, you never cursed towards each other. Maybe about other people but never about each other.
“Sorry wasn’t very gentleman of me,” he kissed your head.
“I forgive you. If we want to do this we have to communicate well, and calm. Im sorry for scoffing at you. It was rude, and you didn’t deserve it. I could’ve came out differently,” you looked up at him.
“Thank you and you're right. Communication is key. But uh, does this mean you've been thinking of breaking up, like since you said the whole thing about what if I don’t stay..”
“No Harry, but I have to take precaution. It’s not that I’m coming into this relationship expecting it to end but my guard is up a bit. Trust and time will help bring it down.”
“Okay,” he lifted a finger underneath your chin and gave you a soft kiss, “I don’t intend on leaving you know.” He said against your lips.
“I know,” you pressed your lips against his. He pushed your lips more against his by holding your head in place.
“Our breakfast has gotten all cold, want to go out and grab something from the bakery down the road?” He kisses your forehead. He somehow always gave you instant relief with his kisses.
“That sounds amazing,” you get your shoes on and were out the door. Harry lent you a hoodie, your cardigan from last night wasn't going to cut it in this weather. You weren’t going to give him this back. You two walked out his house together, hand in hand.
“What’s Sam’s favorite snack?” He asks as you walk.
“Week before last it was cosmo brownies, last week it was Rice Krispie treats, I don’t know what this week will be,” you laughed, “he has my taste buds.”
“I’ll be taking note,” he kissed your hand.
“Are you and Gemma close? I figure since you had makeup wipes in your bathroom she was here recently?”
“Yeah like two months before we met she had visited, she’s one of my best friends. We text everyday,” he looked around the street. It wasn’t very busy. Just a few people walking their dogs.
“That’s nice, I hope Sam can have that one day. If not with a sister a best friend you know?” He nodded. Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up kids so early in the morning. You two walked into the bakery and it smelled like flour and chocolate. It was a cute small mom and pop shop. You were looking at their options on their small paper menu when you heard your name.
"y/n?" you've heard this voice before. Probably haven't heard it in two years.
"Matt?" you turned towards him. Harry turned towards you two. He had blonde hair and was tall, around Harry's height. Blue eyes and crooked smile. He was Michael's best friend. He took care of you for a bit after Michael died. 'A bit' being three years, then they sent him overseas again. You two instantly hugged. He still smelled the same. He was still tan so he must've just gotten back.
"It's been so long," you wiped a few tears that had escaped. You were so happy he made it back home.
"I know, we have to catch up, how's Sam? He must be huge!" he said with a wide smile.
"He is! You left him when he was at my hip and now he's almost at my ribs. He's going to be tall. We have to catch up though, maybe tomorrow. After school?" you asked.
"Yeah! I can do that," he smiled at you.
"When'd you get back?" Harry was the jealous type that was in extreme denial of being the jealous type. So he stood there uncomfortably as you spoke to your friend. Too close of a friend for him. He watched the way Matt looked at you and he didn't like it. He also didn't like the way he hugged you. So he coughed. You turned around and grabbed his hand. "Wait, Matt. This is Harry, Harry this is Matt. He was Michael's best friend." you explained.
"Nice to meet you man," he shook Harry's hand before answering your question, "I just got back two days ago, was going to text you today or tomorrow actually."
"I'm happy you're home," you said knowing he knew what you meant. He knew you meant you were happy he didn't have the same fate as Michael.
"Me too," he looked over at Harry and gave you a questioning look.
"So Matt, Harry is my boyfriend," you smiled up at him, and Harry looked down at you smiling. It was still a little weird for you to say. You weren't used to it yet. Matt nodded as you spoke.
"That's great y/n, I'm really happy for you. You deserve it," he said genuinely. You smiled at him.
"She's a keeper man, she was great wife, even better mother." Harry squeezed you closer to him.
"Yeah mate, I don't intend on letting her go,"
"Oh shit, you're British, that's pretty fucking cool." he laughed. Harry nodded and you rubbed his back.
"The accent is just about the only cool thing," they both laughed.
"Alright well I have to go, I'll text you later y/n, nice meeting you Harry," he hugged you and kissed your head and shook hands with Harry. Harry who was trying very hard to contain himself. After this morning he didn't want to push you away even more. Matt left and you decided on what you were going to get.
"I think I'm going to get a cream cheese bagel and a croissant on the side, oh and tea. We didn't finish ours" you told Harry.
"Me too," he ordered for you two and you sat at a small table waiting.
"He was nice," Harry spoke up first.
"Yeah he is, him and Michael were practically brothers. They both never had siblings. I consider him like my brother in law, he took care of Sam and I for like three years after Michael passed. They needed him though and I was a lot better than I was in the beginning so I told him to go and he left," he listened to you as you spoke.
"How long have you known him, like since you were 15 too?" he looked outside the window.
"Nah, I met him after Michael got back from training, so like for 11 years now?" he nodded.
"Does he have a wife too?" he asked right before they brought our food out.
"No, I set him up with someone I met while I was in school, college, and they were together for a bit, but um she saw what happened to Michael and said she wouldn't be able to handle if that happened to Matt so they broke up." you took a bite of your bagel.
"That kind of stinks, finding someone, loving them, and then them leaving you because they think you'll have a similar fate as your friend," he sipped his tea.
"Yeah, I understand both sides. She's missing out on a great man now because its been five years and he's still alive," you sipped your tea.
"So you plan on hanging out with him tomorrow?" he wipes his mouth of cream cheese with a napkin.
"Yeah probably, Sam's going to be so happy. He calls him Uncle Matt," you smiled, "does that bother you? That I'm going to hang out with him?" you asked.
"Oh no love it's okay, I understand." he really wished you wouldn't. He wished he could hang out with you and Sam instead.
"Thank you for understanding," you reached over and grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"What time do you have to be home by?" he asked.
"Ugh, sounds like I have a curfew," you laughed, "But usually they drop him off around noon so I have to go soon," you pouted.
"Wish you didn't have to," he said honestly. You agreed. You two had finished your breakfast and you walked back to his house. You had about an hour left to be with him before you had to go. You walked in hand in hand and when he closed his door you pulled him close to you and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed you back with need and leaned you up against his wall.
"Want you," you breathed into the kiss.
"Need you," he responded. He leaned his head down and kissed your neck. He was becoming addicting. You pressed your hips against his and he groaned.
"Harry," you moaned.
"Yes love?" he bit under your earlobe.
"Let me do what I wanted to do last night," you reached down in between you two and grabbed his length.
"Don't tell me twice," he grinned before placing his mouth on yours again. He led you back to his room without taking his mouth off yours. He fell back against his bed and you climbed on top of him. You grabbed his hands and intertwined your fingers. You brought them above his head and kissed at his neck. He was loving this. You kissed down his neck to his chest. You put your hands under his shirt and rubbed near his butterfly. He hissed because your hands were a bit cold from outside. You lift his shirt up slightly and kissed around his butterfly and down to his ferns. You tugged his gray sweats down and kissed at the waistband of his boxers. You rubbed him through the thin material before pulling it down. He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. You loved pleasuring others, it wasn't something you fell short in. You released him from his boxers and he sighed. You began pumping him slowly and licked his tip placing him flat against your tongue. You licked up and down his shaft a few times before taking him slowly into your mouth. Your gag reflux was minimal he'd soon find out. Your left hand rubbed his balls while your right pumped him slowly. You spit lightly on the tip causing him to moan at the view in front of him. You slowly deepthroated him earning a louder groan and he put his hands in your hair gathering it in a fist.
"Fuck, y/n. Do that again," You lifted your mouth off of him, a line of spit forming as you pulled away and took all of him again," his hips jerked and you moaned. You sucked his balls and pumped his length fast as you did.
"Y/n, I'm close," you put your mouth back on him immediately, wanting him to release in your mouth. You looked up at him fluttering your lashes as you took him full again. You felt his cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed. You didn’t stop sucking until you were sure there was no more cum left. He ended up pulling your head off mumbling 'too much' before pulling you into a heated kiss. He flipped you so you were under him.
"Harry, we can't," you whined.
"Ugh," he groaned, "I want to make you feel just as good," he reached down and rubbed in between your legs. You moaned and grabbed his wrist.
"I want that too but I have to go," you kissed him. He kissed you back and put his hand on your cheek.
"When will I see you again?" you hadn't thought of it. Sam only went to his grandparents every other weekend. Two weekends was too long without him. You bit your lip and looked away.
"I'm not sure," you felt bad not being able to give him an answer. His hand on your cheek gently turned your head to face him again.
"I wasn't lying when I said I'd wait for you," he kissed your nose. You closed your eyes savoring the moment and trying to keep your emotions in check. How had you found such an angel?
"I'll try and plan something for this week," you whispered before kissing him lightly.
"Okay," he whispered back.
You two got up, Harry getting dressed again as you fixed your hair. You watched him, photographing every movement into your memory. He walked you to your car and closed the door as you got in. You opened your window and he leaned inside. He put a finger under your chin giving you a lingering kiss making you want more. But you had to go. You said bye and drove home. You did some laundry before your doorbell rang signifying your son was home. You sped walk to the door excited to see your boy. You open the door and he attacks your waist.
“Hi baby,” you squat down and kiss his head. He was such a sweet and affectionate boy. You savored every moment.
“Hi ma,” he kissed your cheek before hugging you. He whispered in your ear, “grandma wants to talk, I’m sorry,” before kissing your cheek again and running inside. You had a confused look on your face as you watched him run off.
“Y/n,” Lydia spoke.
“Lydia?” You questioned.
“I know about Harry,” you were shocked, “Sam told us at dinner, he was excited.” You swallowed. You never wanted to tell Sam to keep secrets so you couldn’t be mad about this.
“He um, okay. Um we just, Sam’s not meeting him for a bit. Not until I think it’s time.” You spoke.
“Are you two a couple?” You couldn’t tell what her tone was. Condescending? Approving? Genuinely curious?
“Uh yeah, officially so. This past weekend.” You were so uncomfortable.
“I’d like to meet him, he knows about Sam right?” She looked at you with a raised brow.
“Yes of course he knows about Sam. I wouldn't keep Sam a secret. And you’ll meet him when I feel it’s time too.” You hated how you felt like you were co-parenting with her. You were his only parent.
“Okay well,” she looked around, “I’m happy for you y/n, it’s about time. Maybe not move on and forget, but move on and still remember you know?” She purposely didn’t look at you.
“I uh yeah, I obviously won’t forget him. How could I? He was my husband. But I do think I deserve to not die alone, have another love.” You swallowed. Why was this so weird? And why was Lydia being so nice?
“I agree. Well have a good night,” she said before walking away.
“You too,” you said lowly.
You closed the door and leaned against it. Sam.
“Sam?” You called.
“I’m sorry Mami,” he looked down with a guilty look on your face.
“Don’t be sorry baby,” you walked towards him, you lifted his chin up and smiled at him, “I’ve never taught you to keep secrets, so I’m proud you didn’t.” You kissed his head.
“Grandma and grandpa didn’t look mad when I told them, and I also said he was just your friend!” He explained. You loved his enthusiasm and the way he spoke with his hands.
“They couldn’t be mad, it’s my life. I think grandma is actually happy I’ve got a friend,” you told him. You weren’t going to spur the term boyfriend on him just yet. You were sure Harry would be okay with it too.
“She’s getting a lot nicer ma,” he said with a confused look on his face. You both shrugged and laughed. You two cuddled on the couch for the majority of the rest of the day. You watched Inside Out and taught Sam a few ways to express himself. He said he felt like joy that day with a little bit of fear because he didn't know how you would react about him spilling the beans about Harry. You cleared his worries before sending him to shower before dinner. You checked your phone to see Harry had texted you.
H: Hey beautiful, how are you?
Y/n: Hi handsome, I'm good. Just cooking some dinner.
H: I'm jealous, I had Chinese. I'm reading a manuscript now.
y/n: Perhaps you should focus on that and not use me to procrastinate?
H: You already know me so well.
y/n: 😘😘😘
You cooked spaghetti, one of Sam's favorites. Pasta always made him extra sleepy so it was the perfect meal for a Sunday night before school. Your mind kept wandering off as you cooked to Harry's dimpled smile making you smile yourself. Once Sam was out the shower you two talked about what the week ahead would look like.
"Sam, you remember Uncle Matt?" you asked as you served him. He twirled the spaghetti with his fork before nodding vigorously.
"Yes of course!" he said before stuffing his face. You laughed and handed him a napkin.
"Um he might hang out with us tomorrow, after school. I have to text him," you sat next to him with a plate for yourself.
"He's back?!" he exclaimed.
"Yes," you smiled. You know he loved him a lot.
"I can't wait to see him," he said before taking another bite. You two soon finished your plates and you let him watch some Disney before bed while you cleaned up the kitchen. You sent him off to bed once you finished and got his lunch ready for the next day. Your phone rang and you saw it was Harry.
"Hello?" you said.
"Hey love, Sam asleep yet?" he asked.
"Um, yeah why?" you put his backpack on one of the chairs and looked around you. It was like he was watching you. You heard a knock on the door.
"Harry, hold on someone's knocking. Has to be Lydia or something. Only she knows the code to open the door," you open the door surprised to see Harry.
"Hi," he blushed, "Uh someone let me in. I just thought I'd bring you something. Partly because I missed you and just wanted to see you again," he passed you a black plastic bag. Inside was a Rice Krispie Treat and 'Sam' written on it with black marker and Pringles with your name on it. You once told him you liked Pringles on one of your long facetime calls.
"Harry," you were speechless, it was so sweet what he had done.
"I probably shouldn't have come, this is an invasion of your privacy I'm sorry," he backed away.
"No no, its fine I'm just shocked. I never expected something like this. Come here," you put your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He kissed you back hard and wrapped his arm around your waist. "I'm so happy, and thankful, and lucky," you spoke in between kisses. He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. You stepped back and put the bag on the side table near your entrance.
"I'd invite you in bu-" you observed his face go pale and eyes widen. He was looking behind you. You turned around and saw Sam standing there with wide eyes.
"Sam, what's wrong?" you ran to him and bent down to his level. He looked funny,
"I got sick ma," he said still staring at Harry in the hallway. You looked behind you at Harry and then back to Sam. He whispered in your ear, "I threw up in the toilet," you nodded.
"Okay, sit on the couch okay? I'll be there in a sec okay?" he nodded but didn't move.
"Hi Harry," he spoke. This isn't what you wanted or expected.
"Erm Hi Sam," he waved. Sam waved back before leaving to sit on the couch. You walked to your door, speechless.
"Love, I'm so sorry I know this isn't what you wanted. I didn't mean for this to happen," he rambled.
"It's okay, um come in? Might as well rip the bandaid off," you walked in and got a thermometer to take Sam's temperature. Harry walked behind you but stayed a comfortable distance away. Sam couldn’t take his eyes off him. You took Sam's temperature and he had a slight fever.
"I'm Sam,"
"I'm Harry,"
"We knew that about each other already," Sam giggled.
"We did," Harry giggled too. You were holding back a cringe as you watched them.
"He got you a rice krispie treat, say thank you," you whispered to him.
"Ooh thank you," his eyes lit up.
"Yeah no problem," he leaned against your wall.
"You're so far, sit next to me." Sam patted the seat next to him. Harry looked at you and you gave him a slight nod. He sat next to him and they stared at each other for a bit.
“You have drawings on your arms, marker?” Sam pointed out.
“Honey, wouldn’t you feel better in your own room?” You tried to steer away from the tattoo topic considering Harry had a half naked mermaid on his arm. Sam laughed at what you said like it was ridiculous.
“Ma, I won’t sleep now knowing Harry is here and I want to sleep in your bed tonight,” he pouted. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Okay fine. Only because you’re not feeling well. I’m gonna go get you medicine.” You got up.
“Harry stay with me,” you son put his tiny hand over his, “cool rings!” Was the last thing you heard before entering your kitchen. You called out of work and set an appointment with his doctor for the following day. When you came back to the living room him and Harry were playing rock, scissors, and shoot.
“Ma, look at this new game Harry taught me!” Harry gave you a dimpled smile before showing you.
“Very nice,” you observed, “here c’mon. Take your medicine, it’ll bring your fever down,” you served him on a teaspoon and he took it. He made a funny face before swallowing it.
“Medicine is so gross. Makes you want to throw up again,” you and Harry both laughed.
You sat on the other side of Sam and he quickly curled up to your side. You put the blanket over him and you and put your tv on. Harry observed you two and watched tv with you. Sam soon fell asleep again as you felt him drool onto your shirt.
“I’m going to go put him in my room,” you slowly stood up to not wake him.
“Let me help?” Harry asked. You nodded and he picked Sam up gently before following you into your room. You turned a lamp on so you two could see where you were walking. Harry gently put him on the middle of your bed and tucked him in. You climbed in on your side and pushed Sam’s hair back off his forehead. You gestured for Harry sit on the other side.
“If you want, you don’t have to,” you told him. He shook his head and climbed in on the other side.
“Thank you,” he said looking at you.
“For?” You questioned.
“Letting me get to know him. I know it wasn’t your plan for us to meet this way but thanks for not closing the door in my face.” He reached over Sam to put a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You look down back at Sam.
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” you smiled. You hadn’t planned for them to meet like this but life happens.
“Beautiful boy,” he states.
“You know it?” You smirked.
“Course I know it, what kind of Brit would I be if I didn’t know a Lennon song?” He laughed lowly.
“Michael would sing it to him to put him to sleep. After he passed I just changed 'daddy' lyric to Mami,” you explained.
“My mum used to do the same thing,” he smiled at the memory.
“Her and I can relate on being boy moms then,” you smiled.
“I don’t think I want her to talk about me to you,” he grinned.
“Oh no, I want to hear it all,” you leaned against your hand. You two were facing each other with your son between you two.
“He’s a good kid, very social. He started asking me about my rings and where I got them,” he smiled.
“He’s nosey,” you lightly tapped Sam’s nose earning a smile from him in his sleep. Harry laughed and shrugged his shoulders.
“I didn’t mind it,” he plays with a loose thread on your blanket.
You three eventually all fell asleep in a big cuddle. When you wake up you feel Sam's small head on your stomach, Harry's forehead against yours, and all of your legs tangled together. You opened your eyes slowly and smiled. You felt like a family, finally complete.
"Mornin'," you heard Harry's deep voice say.
"Hey," you looked at him pulling your forehead away. He leaned over and gave you a quick peck.
"Sorry I fell asleep here," he says before placing his head back against the pillow.
"It's okay, I enjoy seeing your face first thing in the morning," you smiled.
"I like this a lot to be honest with you," he looked between you and Sam.
"I do too," you bit your lip. So much had happened between you two in just a few days. Sam stirred between you two.
"Could I cook you two breakfast?" he offered. You nodded and ran your hands through Sam's hair. He was warm again.
"What's his favorite?"
"Waffles," you smiled.
"Could I use your bathroom?"
"Of course, spare toothbrush in the hallway closet." you told him. He nodded and walked to your bathroom.
You escaped to your thoughts of how you could get used to this.
♡♡♡
Breakfast was a success. Harry and Sam got along well and you were happy. Harry left to go to work before you went to Sam's doctor. Doctor's appointment was unsuccessful. "Probably just a bug," they said. Matt had texted you and you explained what was going on with Sam. He assured you he didn’t mind and he'd bring you some food and some light food for Sam. When he showed up at your door, he had soup for Sam and chowder for you. You all shared a meal together and watched a movie. This was something similar to what you guys did years ago. It was close to night and Sam had went off to bed before Matt left. You took out two beers for you to share and sat next to him.
"Cheers," he clinked your bottle.
"Cheers," you took a sip.
"It's good to be home," he sighed relaxing back onto your couch.
"It's good to have you home," you leaned against your cushions.
"I don't think I'm going back," you looked over at him.
"What? What do you mean?" you were a little shocked.
"My active duty commitment is up, I could take another mission if I wanted to but I think its time for me to settle down," he took a swig of his beer. You nodded in understanding.
"I think that'd be great, if it were for me I wouldn't want anyone out there," you faced him on the couch.
"Yeah," he brought his arm that was behind his head and slapped it down to your knee, "So! Tell me more about this Harry guy," he grinned looking at you.
"Ow," you hit him back, "And what do you wanna know?" you blushed.
"Everything?" he said in a girly voice making you laugh.
"Well, we met at the bar across the street and we basically spoke every night then every day and night and yeah we just got to know each other well. And yeah you know it's been nice. To have someone again," you took another sup of your beer. Matt nodded in understanding.
"I'm happy you're happy, I know he would've wanted that." he reached for your hand and squeezed it.
"Yeah I know, we spoke about it once..." you wandered off.
"Us too," Matt looked up towards the ceiling.
"I figured you made some kind of promise, the way you treated me after he passed. It was very promise like."
"I would've done it, promise or no promise." he looks back at you.
"I know, thank you. Could never say that enough."
"You don’t have to," he squeezed your hand again. You laid your head on his shoulder. You were so happy to have Matt in your life. It was like another piece of having Michael around. You didn't have a brother either. So he fit perfectly into your life.
"I miss him," matt spoke up.
"Me too," a tear escaped.
"I can hear him laughing at us, saying 'you two are pathetic'," he laughed, "But then you'd probably give him a look and he'd say, 'oh not you, just matt," you laughed along and finished off your beer.
"You're right," you bit your lip, "Harry's somehow helped me say his name more comfortably,"
"I've noticed, that's great." he smiled.
You spent the rest of the night catching up and setting up a profile for Matt on Bumble. He was embarrassed at first but then became excited. He liked that girls had to match first, he didn't want to make any girls uncomfortable. He left and you caught some sleep before your day of work, it was going to be long.
♡♡♡
ONE MONTH LATER
It was Saturday morning and you awoke with Harry leaving your bed. He was staying over more often per Sam's request. He enjoyed waking up and jumping into your bed and telling you his crazy dreams or hearing the dreams you two had. You enjoyed not falling asleep alone anymore. This morning though you awoke to Harry leaving because he liked to take a run and then make breakfast or pick some up on his way back. You opened your eyes slightly and you saw him moving around in front of your dresser. He put a headband on to push his curls back and put his sweatshirt on. He was wearing tights underneath some basketball shorts as well.
"Cute," you giggled. He turned around quickly and smiled.
"Morning love," he walked over to your side of the bed and kissed your lips.
"Mmm, don't go," you pouted.
"Okay," he kissed you again.
"No I'm joking, I'd feel guilty if I held you back," you giggled as you twirled a curl of his around your finger.
"I'll be quick, promise," he pecked your lips and stood up.
"Please keep your music low, be safe please." he walked back over and slotted a kiss on your lips.
"Of course baby," he said before he walked out your bedroom door. You stayed in bed until he got back. You usually never fall back asleep as you worried for him. He'd only go on a run every other day. When he got back you were on your phone scrolling through social media. Harry had posted a picture of you two last night. He already had a highlight called "Sam doing cool stuff" and it was adorable. He came over and gave you a quick peck before hopping in the shower quickly. He dropped off his phone on your night table as he kissed you and left it there. You noticed he was getting a lot of notifications back to back. You didn’t want to be nosey but you two also established you had nothing to hide from each other. You checked his phone and noticed they were all notifications from the Zillow app. They were all price drops on houses. Harry came back into your room as you looked at his phone. You tried to toss it away from you before he noticed but it was too late.
"Everything okay love?" he said with a wide grin on his face. He was only wearing a towel around his waist.
"Uh um are you moving?" you mumbled.
"No? why?" he looked confused.
"You got a lot of notifications so I just checked and it was price drops on Zillow,"
"Oh, uh yeah. Um," he sat next to you on your bed, "I was just looking at the market because uh like for us."
"For us?"
"Yeah, I would like us to move in together eventually. I've just been looking at houses for like 4 rooms and backyard and stuff," he was blushing and fiddling with his fingers.
"That's so sweet," you smashed your lips onto his. He fell on top of you on your bed.
"I want to wake up to you," he brushed his lips against yours. You felt heat spread in between your legs as he worked his way down your neck. You felt him grow hard through his towel.
"Harry," you moaned in his ear.
"You up for it?" he looked at you and you nodded quickly. He lifted your shirt and sucked your nipples giving both equal attention. He reached a hand down in between your legs into your shorts. He groaned into your mouth,
"So wet, so good for me," he said before biting your bottom lip. Your eyes fluttered closed as he inserted a finger into you. Then you remembered.
"Fuck, Harry," you whined. He didn’t pay you mind thinking it was a satisfied moan. You pushed at his chest.
"What happened?" he looked at you with concerned eyes.
"I ran out of condoms and haven't gone to get any, do you have?"
"Ugh no," he put his head in the crook of your neck.
"Ugh, damn it," you bit your lip.
"Don't do that," he took his thumb and separated your teeth from your lip, "It's only going to turn me on more," you laughed lightly.
"Harry, how um are you good at you know? Like um-"
"Pulling out?" he cut you off.
"Yeah,"
"Yeah, pretty good" he smirked.
"You want to?"
"You do?" he said a little more shocked.
"I want you so bad," you said before planting your lips on his. He climbed back on top of you and pulled your shorts and underwear down. He rubbed a finger between your slit and you bucked your hips against his finger. He took this as a sign of your impatience growing. He removed his hand and instead lined himself up at your entrance. He pushed inside of you slowly both of you moaning in each others mouths.
"Fuck, ugh you're so warm and tight," he kissed you. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to concentrate on not cumming so soon.
"I love feeling you against me," you pushed his hips closer against you. When he bottomed out you both moaned lowly. He thrusted in and out of you slowly but eventually he picked up his pace. He groaned as his thrusts became sloppier.
"Love, you almost there?" he put his hand behind your neck before kissing you roughly. Barely letting you answer.
"Yes," you breathed out. He reached down in between you two and rubbed your clit. You felt the tightness grow in your stomach and you tightened around him as you came. Your legs were wrapped around his hips so he roughly pulled your legs apart before spilling himself all over your slit.
"Fucking hell," he moaned, "that was too good." he kissed your lips and then your neck.
"I'm on a high excuse me," you grinned. He smirked and got off you. He picked up his towel he had previously wrapped around himself and wiped in between your legs. This wouldn't be the last time he would do this over the next few weeks.
"Thank you," you blushed.
"Yeah of course," when he finished he got you dressed and himself. Sam was bound to wake up soon. "I'm going to go make some breakfast, any requests?"
"Hm, I'm craving a tuna sandwich," he scrunched his nose but nodded and went to make you your food.
♡♡♡
It was a few weeks later and you were sick. Sam was in school and Harry had taken his work to your place to take care of you. You were laying in bed while he was reading a manuscript. You had a terrible bug that wouldn’t let you hold any food down. You had never felt this way before. Harry continued making you soups and stews even though your appetite was low. You were surviving on ginger ale and saltines for most of your days. You watched as Harry worked and the way he concentrated on what he was reading.
"Any good?" he jumped slightly.
"Hey you're up," he pushed your hair away from your face.
"Hi," you smiled, "I have to get Sam,"
"I was going to pick him up,"
"It's okay, I need fresh air."
"We can both go?"
"Okay," he reached over your bedside table and got you your Gatorade bottle.
"Drink, you look dehydrated."
"Okay, dad." you narrowed your eyes at him and sipped.
"I'm just taking care of my baby,"
"I know,"
You two eventually got up to go pick up Sam. You told Harry to drop you off at the drug store at the corner of your street afterwards to pick up some pads. But you lied. You were late and scared. You never had morning sickness before but now you couldn’t help but think it. You bought a small test, one where you had to pee in a cup and use a dropper. It was the only thing that would fit in your back pocket. You got back in the car and Harry gave you a look.
"Um, they didn’t have the ones I like,"
"I'll go to Walgreens later and pick some up," you nodded as he drove you all home. Sam told you about his day at school. You told Harry you were going to use the bathroom once you got inside to your apartment. You assured him you were okay and he told you he'd make a snack for Sam while helping him with his homework. You headed inside your bathroom and realized you forgot a cup. You reached into the cabinet below your sink and got a disposable dixie cup you usually use for mouthwash. You peed in the cup and got the dropper. You placed a drop on the test and waited three minutes before looking. You were sitting on the toilet lid when Harry knocked on your door.
"Love, you okay?"
"Yeah! Coming out now!" you washed your hands and wrapped the test in toilet paper before looking at it, shoved into your back pocket, and stepped out.
You enjoyed your night with them. Forcing yourself to eat and try and feel better. You tried to keep a mind over matter mindset. You read Sam a book before bed and squeeze him tight before finding out if everything is going to change. You walk back to your room and Harry's already getting ready for a shower. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your waist.
"Feeling better baby?" he kissed your nose.
"A little, um stomach is funny," he nodded as he listened. He moved his hands down to your ass but you pulled away suddenly before he could feel the test in your pocket.
"Love?" he looked at you confused,
"Uh sorry, just not in that mood," you ran your fingers through your hair.
"I wasn't expecting you to be, just wanted to give it a little squeeze. But I'm sorry love, I know you're not feeling well," he kissed your head.
"Yeah it's okay uh sorry I pulled away like that," he nodded.
"I think I'm gonna go shower alright?" you nodded. He left and you pulled the test out and unwrapped the toilet paper. Your door opened back up and you jumped.
"Forgot my towe- what's that?" he looked at you confused.
"Crap," you put your head in your hand. "I thought this bug could be morning sickness or something. I've never had it but I'm also late."
"W-what? What's it say?"
"I-I don't know yet. I haven't looked."
"Why not?" he was pale and his forehead was already glistening with sweat.
"I'm scared," you choked out.
"Love," he rushed to you and kneeled in between your legs, "I'm not going anywhere no matter what that test says. I love you, you know that. You and Sam are my family now. I don't care that we haven't been together that long. I already know I want this for a long time." he picked your head up in between your hands. You mumbled an okay. You began unwrapping the paper and you both looked at it at the same time.
"Look for two lines?"
"Yeah, that'd be positive" you revealed the test and took a deep breath. One line was dark and the other was not. You couldn’t tell if you were relieved or disappointed. You tossed it on to your bedside table and sighed.
"I still meant everything I said," Harry spoke.
"I feel the same way Har, I just have a lot of feelings and thoughts going through my mind. Could I have a second?" he nodded and left to the bathroom to take his shower. You felt weird. Like you wanted a positive test but also like you couldn't accept one. Everything felt so fast. Being pregnant felt so far from now, yet it also felt crazy to start all over again. Harry came back to find you with your arm across your eyes while you leaned against your pillows. He walked over to your bedside table to turn your lamp off but when he saw the test again he froze.
"L-love, love!" you jumped at his raised voice.
"What Harry?" you asked worried.
"The test! It changed! There's two lines now!" he grabbed it and looked at it.
"That's impossible," you stood up to look at it with him. Sure enough there were two lines. The other faint yet there.
"I'm so confused," you breathed.
"I'm going to Walgreens to get a digital one I can't not be certain for tonight." he kissed you before he left and yelled an I love you before walking out the door. He seemed excited with hints of anxiety. You didn’t know what to feel. You two had been together for only a few months, still learning about each other. You paced the floor back and forth until he got back.
"Love?" he called from the hallway before entering your room, "I got this Clearblue one, I see a lot of celebrities use them,"
"Oh okay," you took the box in your hand.
"Hey, what'd you feel after we saw the negative test?" he reached for your hand and squeezed it.
"I don't know honestly, it's scary to start all over again. We're just starting ourselves," you looked down.
"I understand, I'm going to be here though, no matter what," he pulled you in for a hug, "I'd like to be happy about it if its positive."
"Me too," you whispered.
"Feel like peeing?" he laughed lightly.
"Sure," you laughed too.
You walked to your bathroom and Harry followed. You sat down and waited a bit until you were able to take the test. Harry helped you with putting the cap on and you finished taking care of yourself.
"I can only imagine what everyone's going to say," you run a hand through your hair.
"Love, it shouldn't matter. We are the only one's who thoughts should matter." he cupped your cheeks, "Oh and Sam of course," he quickly added. You giggled and nodded.
