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firsts

summary - it’s your first date out with harry

pairing - new-boyfriend!harry x reader

word count - ~1.5k

“When you said you had a brilliant idea for a first date, I have to say, this was not what I had in mind.” You said.

Both you and Harry were sat back against the edge of a lake, wrapped in thick coats with a cup of hot chocolate in each of your hands.

Harry and you had been talking for a little over 3 months now, after having met through the internet. He had been watching a video of you on Youtube, since you were a booktuber, and had not stopped smiling since he first laid eyes on you.

It had been a video about your favourite books - something so simple - but Harry could not stop watching the 27 minute long video.

After months of talking you decided it was time to meet up.

“What did you expect?” Harry asked, sat with a good 30cm between you.

“Uhh… I don’t know? Maybe, dinner and drinks?”

“Oh c’mon. You know me better than that. Dinner and drinks? I’m trying to get you to like me, not get bored of me already.” Harry chuckled, his eyes crinkling as they always did when he smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about me learning to like you. I already do.” You nervously smiled, sipping your hot chocolate to hide your big grin.

Harry nudged your shoulder with his lightly.

“Me too.”

“So why are we sitting out in the cold?” You brought your knees up to your chest to conserve body heat.

“People watching.”

“People watching?”

“Mhm. I like watching people go about their daily lives and guess what they’re doing and where they’re going. If there’s a couple it’s even more fun, because you get to guess their love story.”

The way Harry spoke made it seem that he genuinely had a passion for people. If was so refreshing to watch. After so many gross and uncomfortable dates with people that just didn’t understand basic human interaction, this was a nice change.

You sat watching Harry watch people, enjoying the way his eyes loved watching people move around the Earth.

Harry was glancing at an elderly woman when he said, “You’re supposed to be watching them, not me.”

“Sorry.” Your cheeks went hot red and you looked down at the floor. You weren’t ashamed, but you were just so embarrassed that he could make you feel like this and it was only the first time properly meeting him.

“Do I look different in real life? Is that why you’re staring? Have I catfished you?”

You tilted your head to rest against your arms, which were propped on top of your knees, to look at him with a cheeky smile.

“No.” You pulled your lips in to suppress a smile. “The opposite actually.

“Okay and what’s that?”

“You’re too handsome. Y-you catfished me by not telling me just how good looking you are.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to blush. “Aha o-okay.” He nervously giggled.

“It’s true. They all claim you’re the most gorgeous man on the planet, but, well, you really are.”

“Alright, you don’t have to pay me back in compliments just because I bought your hot chocolate.” He rolled his eyes.

“Are you cold Harry? Your cheeks are red.” You teased him.

He just shook his head with a smile.

To make him feel better, and before you ran out of courage to flirt more with him, you leaned forward and gave him a kiss on his red cheek. It was only short and you made sure you left no remanence of your lipstick there, but it was enough for Harry to whip his head around to look at you.

“Was that your apology for teasing me?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Obviously.”

“Rubbish apology.” He tutted.

You scoffed, “Excuse you?”

“If you wanted to give me a real apology, my lips are right here.” He pointed to his lips, like you didn’t know where they were.

You rolled your tongue over your front teeth and shook your head at him. You didn’t give him the stratification of what he wanted though, and instead turned around to go back to people watching.

Harry closed the 30cm gap between you until he was pressed against you. He brought his own knees up to his chest, resting his arms and head on top of his knees.

You tilted your own head sideways to face him, both of you mirroring each other. You stared into each others eyes and without speaking you knew you were having a staring competition.

Harry moved forwards and bumped his noses against yours, making you blink. He moved backwards with a sly smirk.

“You cheated.” You pouted.

“Maybe. I won, though. Think I deserve my prize, don’t you?”

“Hmm. Depends.”

“On what?”

“What the prize is.“

“I’m sure we can come up with something.” He teases.

“No kisses though. I’m saving them.”

“For who?” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed and you felt like you were the one winning this time.

Just as you were about to retaliate, someone stars playing the guitar and another person sings through a microphone. The music lights up the entire park area, scaring off some ducks on the lake.

You sit up to see where it’s coming from, noticing a man and a woman performing together. You look at them and instantly notice the love between them, sharing their love for music with all the people here.

Some people start to congregate and start dancing.

You laugh as you watch them, jumping up yourself. You excitedly hold out your hands for Harry to latch on to.

“C’mon.” You urge Harry.

“Who are you saving kisses for?”

“Haarry…”

You walked backwards into the crowd of dancing people.

You kept a watch on Harry as he stays seated in his little spot, watching you.

An old man comes up to you and asks for a dance, to which you accept. He held you like you were dancing in the 50s, rocking back and forth. He was a good dancer for his age and you couldn’t stop laughing as he told you stories from way back when.

After a couple of songs he said he needed to sit down for a bit, so you made your way back over to Harry who was still sat down.

You slowly walked in front of him, before crouching down in front of him. Taking his hands in yours, you kissed them a couple of times. Harry watched you intensely as you worked your words out.

“If you must know… I-.. I haven’t been kissed before so I was nervous. Okay? It’s silly to be nervous over, I know, and you’ve never made me feel uncomfortable. I, um, I just get in my head sometimes and I do really want to kiss y–”

Harry loosened his hands from yours, cupped your cheeks and brought you against his lips all in one move. It was so smooth that you didn’t even realise that he was kissing you until you registered your lips on his.

You moved your lips against his like you knew what you were doing. He guided you and only kissed you softly, not pressuring you to do anything harsh.

He pulled away first, licking his lips from where your lipstick had passed onto him.

“Was… Was that okay? I mean..–.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

He kissed you again, moving more this time. He kissed you like every romance book had told you guys kiss. He was gentle, but he was passionate. He kissed you like he was aware this was new to you, but also like he wanted to ruin you for every other person ever.

Your own hands cupped his cheek softly, and Harry slowed down once he felt your touch.

“That…” Harry breathed out heavily. “You…”

“Me?” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Fuck.”

“What?”

“I’m so screwed with you, Y/N. You’re ruining me for anyone else.”

“Is.. is that okay?” You asked nervously.

“I don’t want there to be another person. I don’t want there to be an after you. I know this is our first date, but I feel so much for you Y/N. So, so, much. I don’t think I’m ever going to feel this again and I sure as hell know I’ve never felt it before.”

You kissed him this time.

Lovingly. Passionately. Infinitely.

“Just write me a love song next time.” You joked and he laughed. In Harry’s head, though, he was already writing you those love songs.

“Now. Let’s dance.”

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how do u make these AI images becuase bing wont let me use harry's name.....

unfortunately they only worked for a short time :,)

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so cute oh myyyy

ring shopping

summary - a tiny blurb about engagement ring shopping

word count - <500

pairing - boyfriend!harry x reader

“That’s literally £35,000, H!” You laughed at the ring Harry was pointing towards.

“And you’re worth more than £35,000, so what?”

“We’re not spending that much on a ring.” You shook your head.

You pulled on his hand that you were holding and tugged him across the pavement a little, towards the cheaper area of rings.

Harry reluctantly followed after you and stood close behind you as you looked into the jewellery shop window again.

“Baby, y’know money isn’t an issue.” Harry said quietly, his nose pressed against your hair as he spoke. You knew he did it just so he could re-smell your new shampoo that smells of strawberries.

“I don’t care. I don’t want to wear a ring that expensive every day.”

“Y’don’t want to wear your ring every day?” Harry asked.

You quickly turned your head around and up to face him, noticing the hurt look he sported. His eyebrows were furrowed and he looked confused.

“No, no! Not like that at all. Of course I will wear my ring every day, H. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable wearing a ring like that expensive one every day in public. I’d be constantly worrying about it, plus that rock on it looks stupidly heavy.”

Harry went back to his normal smirking self. “Okay.” He nodded.

You turned back to the display cabinet and racked your eyes through the rows of rings.

“That one’s pretty.” You pointed out a small ring with a gold band and a tiny green emerald on the top. “What do you think?”

“I love it, if you do.” Harry replied, squeezing your hand in agreement.

“But, like, do you think–”

“Y/N, baby. It doesn’t matter what I want or think. This is your engagement ring. Pick, choose, design whatever you want.” Harry kissed your cheek, making you blush since you were in public and still hadn’t gotten used to PDA.

“I know, I just want you to love it too.” You shrugged.

“As long as I get to keep you forever, I’ll love whatever you love.”

“Then it’s that one. That’s the one I want.” You said pointing to the little green emerald ring.

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harry and his romcom vibes part II.

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Right Here

summary: feelings are hard to say

A/N: Okay so in this, Harry and y/n are a newish couple so just keep that on the brain 🤭 also brace yourself bc this could be terrible !

“How about here?” Harry said, pointing out a spot on the grassy hilltop. The stars were just beginning to show their faces, and a night of stargazing seemed like the perfect summer plan.

“Looks good to me!” you smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders and giving a small kiss to his forehead before tossing the blanket out.

He let out out a tired sigh as he stretched himself out before playfully yanking you down to lie next to him. Shortly, both of you were faces up, eyes affixed on the freckled sky above you.

Showing a smile, you turned your gaze to Harry, as he did the same. You let out a small laugh at the coincidence.

“Hi” you spoke.

“Hi” he laughed.

“This was a good idea”

“Yeah, I know, it was mine” he bragged jokingly.

You rolled your eyes, shortly after taking his hand and returning your sights to the sky.

“Did you know that, like, after they’ve lived their life and, y’know, shone as much as they can, stars just burn away and explode. They’re not a forever thing.”

“Really?” Harry said, eyes still on you.

“Yeah, in a ‘supernova’ or something”

“Supernova” he repeated in a whisper.

“And when you see their images, they’re all colorful and beautiful, like a totally natural art”

“You’re so interesting”

“Don’t be mean” you protested at Harry’s sigh.

“M’not! I mean it! I love listening to you talk”

There was a gentle silence, leaves rustling around. A few cars and their lights hustling past below the hill.

He turned his head to look to you.

“I think that, uh, actually I know, that I love you. I love you, y/n. M’serious”

You swallowed hard, letting out a labored breath.

Unknowing what to say, you took his hand, the metal of the rings in his fingers cooly stinging the bones on yours.

“I love you too, Harry. I’m serious, too”

He let out an exhale, relief clearly visible on his face.

You sat happily again in the quiet before he spoke once more.

“Y’know I rehearsed that, like, a hundred different ways. Tried to think of what y’might say so I could, like, open the conversation”

You laughed to yourself as you imagined him pacing in his room, playing both parts trying to think of how to say it, what to say and, of course, what you’d say in return.

“You’re so interesting” you breathed, lightly moving the hair off his forehead, “and I love you for it.”

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so cute as always 😞🫶

paparazzi nerves

summary - you get nervous around the paps

word count: >1k

pairing: boyfriend!harry x reader

You noticed the paparazzi before anyone else did

It had been easy keeping your holiday location a secret from fans, but somehow the paparazzi always seemed to be able to find you.

Harry’s tour had finished only days ago and now you were spending time together, relaxing and having fun. It had been hard to really dedicate time to one another when Harry had been touring every other day, but now it was time for rest.

Harry had rented a couple of small boats to drive over to a little island he had read about in one of his Italian travel books.

Now you were all arriving and soaking up the glorious sunshine, only to be rudely interrupted by the faraway lenses of the paparazzi.

Harry was on another boat, talking to James and Tyler, whilst you remained on a different boat with Gemma.

You and Gemma weren’t the biggest fans of the sun and the heat, so any opportunity to sit in the shade was taken instantly.

Gemma was sat in her pink dungarees, whilst you were sat in your yellow summers dress. The one that Harry said made you look like a summers dream.

As Gemma continued to read, you kept getting distracted by the paparazzi on a boat in the distance.

You’d never been one to really acclimatise to the constant clicking of photos. No doubt they would be focused on taking photos of Harry - especially when he’s sitting there shirtless, but part of you still remained uneasy.

“I might go and see if there’s a toilet nearby.” Gemma said, standing up and rocking the boat slightly.

You nodded, standing up too.

“I’ll go over there.” You pointed to where Harry was. “Just so I’m not alone.”

“Alright.”

Gemma wandered to the front of the boat, but before she can clamber out Harry has made his way over and is now standing at shin length in the sea.

“Y’alright Gem?” He asked and you couldn’t help but smile at how much of a gentleman he was. Always keen to help out and lend a hand.

He offered his hand for Gemma to hold and step out of the boat, which she took gladly.

“Yeah. Just going to the loo. Your missus needs company, though.”

“Oh does she now?” He turned to look at you once Gemma was out safely. He smiled brightly at you, checking you over and admiring how much you were glowing in the Italian sun.

Gemma kissed Harry on the cheeks before leaving.

Harry then jumped the boat and you bit your lip to hide a laugh when he nearly lost his footing. The idiot was trying to show off, not that he had to for you.

“Y’need me, do you?” he asked, walking over to you where you were still standing in the shade.

“Didn’t want to be sat here like a loner. I’d have been like that one photo of Taylor where she’s sat on the back of a boat by herself.”

Harry laughed at that, finding his arms wrapping around you to pull you in for a hug. He squeezed tight and you sighed into his warm chest. His hugs were always the best. Like your own personal teddy bear.

“Never would let you feel lonely, baby.” He kissed your head.

“I know.” Your lips kissed his chest as you spoke, due to how smushed against him you were. “Have you put suncream on?”

“Yes.” Harry whined.

“Oi, I’m just making sure you still look appealing when we’re older and not some wrinkly ball sack.” You explained, making Harry laugh again.

“Is that all I’m here for? Huh? Appeal for you?”

You tilted your head back to face up at him. “I thought you knew that already.”

Harry squinted his eyes and shook his head at you playfully.

What’s worse is that he brought his large hand down to your bum and gave it a pinch through your dress. The moment only lasted a second, but it was enough for you to step away and push him off of you.

“Harry, don’t.” You said sternly.

Harry knew you meant it too, because you used his actual name and not some other endearment.

“Hey, baby, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He said.

You sat down where you had been sitting before and huffed. You ran your hands over your face and tried to breathe slowly.

“No, i’m sorry.” You shook your head.

“What for?” Harry was confused. He sat down next to you, but made sure you had your own space until he knew what he was in for.

“I noticed the paparazzi here before and now I’m just paranoid. I mean, y’know I don’t deal well with them.”

Harry looked around you and only then noticed the small boat of about five photographers. Luckily he was wearing sunglasses to hide his dark stare, but he was severely pissed that they were here. Invading his private time.

What’s worse is that they were making his girlfriend uncomfortable.

“Hey, look at me. Y/N, honey. C’mere.” He twisted your legs to dangle over his and moved your body so that your back was to the paparazzi. “I’m here. Just us.”

You looked at him and noticed how he was only focused on you. You reached to move his sunglasses and pulled them down for a second to look at his eyes. His pupils were dilated slightly with the look of love he had for you. You pushed his glasses back up and settled in closer next to him.

“Just us.” You nodded.

Even though it wasn’t just you and the paparazzi would be taking photos of this moment no doubt, including the one of Harry pinching your bum, it was settling to know that Harry was here and he was doing this with you.

“Screw them. If I want to touch my girlfriend in public, I will.” You gave him a look. “W-with consent of course.”

You laughed then. “Harry I don’t care when, how, why you touch me. I.. I just… Let me know beforehand if we’re in public settings or if the paps are around. Please?”

“Promise.” He nodded seriously.

“Love you.” You reached for his hand and held onto one of his fingers with your entire hand. His hands are massive compared to yours - something the fans are always pointing out and crying over.

“Love you too.” He encompassed your hand with his and rubbed small circles into the back of your hand.

“Can y’kiss me now?”

“Never going to say no.”

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Just Life - IG Concept

summary: little glimpses of y/n and Harry’s life :))

FC: matilda djerf :)

a/n: soooo i’m obsessed w/ making these now ahaha

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yourinstagram england i missed u

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harrystyles As much as you missed me?

yourinstagram impossible <3

yourbestfriend u just glow here i swear

yourinstagram that’s bc you’re here 🙄

@yourinstagram via ig stories!

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N AT A CAFE IN NOTTINGHAM RECENTLY

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sugarpaperry her dress is so pretty ☹️

hes1994 they’re so cool wtf

adoreuHS don’t come home CHEATER (i promise i’m happy)

mirrorballhrry real like i’m happy but that should be me bro 😞

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mitchrowland looking class as usual @harrystyles

harrystyles @mitchrowland All for you.

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Summer in Italy - IG Concept

summary: y/n is a florist from London, with a very small following and spends a summer in Italy with harry 🤭

this is my first ig concept so any feedback/kind words is vv appreciated 🫶🫶

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harryflorals Harry and y/n in Italy earlier today!

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harrystan100 OH ?

harrysleftshoe the way i called this two weeks ago when they were first spotted-

watermelonsugarpaper she’s too cool for him

adoreyouuuharry do y’all just hate this man or what?

harryedwards00 why r u acting like yk her

harrystan88 fr !!

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yourinstagram brb i’m cancelling my flight home

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yourbestfriend Y/NNNN. COME HOME. I MISS U.

yourinstagram i miss u too ma cherie :,)

mitchrowland glad to see my diagram struck a chord with you.

yourinstagram ur just so wise, mitchell

harrystyles you make it so much sunnier here

harrystyles i love youuuuuu

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harrystyles Venice. 2023.

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paulithepsm 💜

harrysscherries FUCK

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harryflorals More of Harry and Y/n in Italy last night!

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harrystannn i can’t do this today harryflorals

dontyoucallhimbaby i love them idc

watermelonhighhh right ? ppl are so negative

harrysshousee oh he’s marrying her 100%

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hi !! i just found your blog through your drive my car blurb and omgggg i loved the vintage vibe it had with all your details like the song choice, the dress, the car, their banter… i love love loved it. that’s also something i definitely try/ am trying to emulate in my writing too! your words paint such a visceral image for me i could imagine the scene perfectly! so glad i found your blog and so excited to check out your other stuff and follow u!!! 🍒🕯️

oh my !! this might be the sweetest msg i’ve ever gotten 🫶🫀🫒 thank u so so much!! it means a lot to hear :,)

i can’t wait to read some of your work!!! ✨💗🐇

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Drive my Car

summary: Harry loves to embarrass you

a/n: been a while and i missed youuuu

Even though you’ve been together long enough to know every detail about each other, your heart still seems to skip a beat when you see his message pop up on the screen.

H <3 : i’m outsideeee

You peered a little through your glazed bathroom window, adjusting the necklace wrapped around you. He’d given it to you on your last birthday, and hardly ever took it off.

There he was. Sat in his little yellow sports car, sunglasses on and one hand so nonchalantly on the wheel, and like always, the seat next to him empty just for you.

You quickly wrote back you were on your way down as you threw his cardigan - that you definitely “forgot” to return - over your dress.

As you opened your townhouse door, the blare of Funkadelic’s “I Call My Baby Pussycat” was impossibly loud. There was your boyfriend, jokingly shaking his head in the car to the song he clearly set beyond earths decible sound limit.

“Harry!” you laugh-shouted, waving your hands to turn it down. The psychedelic sound assault was something your elderly neighbors were likely to have sending them 6-feet under.

“What?” he mouthed exaggeratingly, pointing to his ears.

“Turn it down!” you said, now in a fit of laughter.

“I can’t hear you, baby. S’loud in this neighborhood, don’t know how y’live out here!”

He didn’t obey your requests until you were fully in the car.

“Yeah, well, some idiot likes to turn up his music in his souped up vintage car just to show off around here. Thinking of having him locked up.”

“Hm, well i’d love to meet him sometime. He sounds great”

“He is” you said, leaning across the seats to give him a kiss.

“Bet he’s got a really hot girlfriend too”

You rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. He gave you a small smile before turning his attention back to the road. Though his eyes were nearly hidden, you could just make out the little crinkles by his eyes he always got when he smiled.

He started up the car properly and pulled out of the spot.

“So, where are we headed?”

“Want to just drive today? Not really feeling like doing much today”

“Y’got all dressed up just to drive with me?”

“I’d get dressed up to pick up trash with you, H”

He grinned hard again.

“Driving it is then” he said decidedly, taking your hand and running a thumb over your knuckles.

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This is boyfriend Harry you’ve been with since the autumn of last year taking your first Summer holiday together this year. The pair of you have opted for a city break and spend your days ticking off the must do’s on tripadvisor and hitting all the “hidden spots” that aren’t that hidden considering how many articles you found with the same list. He’s happy going out in shorts and a t-shirt but always slips on an overshirt that he knows he’ll end up giving to you when you inevitably get a bit chilly as the day goes on and the sun begins to set

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Dreams

summary: You can’t sleep

a/n: got a bit carried away with english major tendencies and went a lil descriptive but i hope u like her anyway 🤭🤭

Most nights, you slept right through til morning. No interruptions, no tossing and turning. You considered yourself extremely lucky, especially given the amount of traveling you do.

Tonight though, your eyes just wouldn’t close. To make matters worse, and killing you with jealously, Harry was dead asleep next to you.

Looking at him, and how pretty he was when he slept, you supposed it wasn’t all bad insomnia was crawling around inside you. He always looked contented when he was asleep, and never really looked angry or too happy - he just looked like himself.

As you watched the soft cycles of his breath, you noticed the end of his nose twitch a little, his lips moving slightly. Too, his eyelids moved a little bit. Just subtly, but you noticed everything he did.

You remember reading that when a persons face moved like that in sleep, they were likely dreaming. You wondered what someone as consciously exciting as he was conjured up in his mind when he was unconscious. Slowly, just soft enough not to quite touch his skin, you moved a few of the stray curls his sleep has pushed into his eyes.

A small sound left his mouth and you quickly retreated your fingers so as not to put yourself right at the scene of the crime should he wake up.

He quietly said your name, eyes still closed.

You held a hand over your mouth, hiding your laugh.

“What’re you doing?” he said, giving a half-assed smile to you.

“You’re so pretty” you gushed, his eyes opening narrowly to shoot a glance at you.

“Look whose talkin’” he gravely spoke, pulling you into him, “Why aren’t you asleep, like I was before someone woke me, by the way”

You pretend to take great offense, giving an exaggerated gasp.

Settling into his frame, you adjusted your head on his arm. You sighed, getting back to his question.

“I just couldn’t, I don’t know”

“Y’worried about something?”

“Mm..No I don’t think so, just one of those days, I guess”

“Well, lucky for you, tomorrow is Sunday, which means I doesn’t really matter how much y’sleep tonight, since we’ve got all day tomorrow to make it up, hm?”

“Like you won’t be out running at the crack of dawn”

“It’s good for you! How do y’think I sleep so much?”

You laughed softly, starting to close your eyes.

“I’ll take a rest day tomorrow, how about. Jus’ me and you tomorrow, yeah?” he spoke again.

You nodded quickly, then leant your head back into the nape of his neck. You caught his eyes in the dark for a moment, that little iris light making its way through the lack of light.

Just as you had to him moments before, he brushed a few strays from the side of your face as you were killed off to sleep by your quick conversation. Just the light touch made your eyes grow heavy, drunk with sleep.

“‘Night, lovie” he hummed, closing his own eyes shortly after.

“Goodnight, H” you returned, flipping over quickly to give a small kiss to his forehead, him already half-asleep again.

You tucked yourself back to where you were before Harry was up, only now much closer to him.

When mere minutes ago, sleep felt ages away, now all it took was a few deep breaths and you were out like a light. Thoughts of the Sunday ahead happily resting on your mind, letting both you and Harry dream well into the morning.

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pleaseee more Rosie’s world! maybe something about her first words :,)

Talk to Me, Please?

Ahhh yes!! Sorry the ending is a bit cliché but I hope this is what u had in mind!! I rlly liked writing this so I hope u like <3

summary: You try to teach your daughter to say her first words, but she just doesn’t seem to hear you

You were near giving up. You’d been over-pronouncing every word you said to Rosie for the past hour just to try to get her to say her first words.

You wanted to surprise Harry when he was finally back from tour tonight, since he’d been asking repeatedly for the past two weeks if your daughter had even said so much as half a word. Still, nothing.

“What’s this, Rose, hm?” You said, holding up a ball to the little girl. She mumbled a few sounds and grasped for the little toy. Even though you were frustrated, you couldn’t help but melt at her fascination with the world around her.

“What’s your name, baby? Can you say your name?” You mused, then speaking her name out slowly a few times hoping to get something. It was getting late and just as she had been that morning, Rosie was still limited to babbles and little squeaks.

Teary eyed, you retired to just brushing her little curls and making no more effort to make her talk any longer.

Then, the sound of the door echoed through the house.

“Hello!” Harry announced comically, the sound of his footsteps getting closer to you and Rosie in the kitchen.

“You’re back!” you exclaimed, taking him in for a close hug.

“How are m’girls?” he said, kissing the top of your head as he pulled away to face his daughter.

Rosie beamed at him silently for a few moments, reaching to grab the sides of his face.

Then, a few sounds came out of her mouth.

You hopefully grabbed at Harry’s shoulder, looking right at the little girl in front of the two of you.

“Missed you, Rose” he said softly.

“Me!” Rosie shrieked.

“Oh my god!” you cheered, your hand reaching out and grabbing at his shirt, your eyes not breaking from your now verbal daughter, “Oh my god, she just said ‘me’, H, she just said her first words!”

Harry’s expression was almost 10x wider than yours, gently sweeping Rosie into his arms and holding her at his side.

“My clever girl, y’so smart just like y’mum, aren’t yeh?” he said happily, earning a blush from you at his compliments, “Can y’say it again?”

Rosie was cheery from her fathers praise, but just like she had been only minutes ago, she was silent once again.

“Say her name again” you said, your words coming out a little more bossy than they sounded in your head.

“Alright, easy!” Harry joked, faking an offended expression, “Hey Rose, can y-”

“Rose!” She shrieked out, covering her mouth excitedly at the new words, “Rose, me!”

You and Harry shot each other proud looks, Rosie seemingly unaware of the tears she just ignited in both of you.

“Can you believe she saves this up just for when you get home?” You said, kissing the top of her head.

“M’so happy” Harry said, a little waterline forming under his eyes.

“You’re crying, aren’t you?” you said as your own tears were already coming down.

“Like you’re not” he laughed through a few tears, poking at the little drops now on your cheeks. You leaned lovingly into his hand, kissing the inside before turning back to take your daughter into your arms proudly. Harry put his gaze to Rosie, shuffling the hair - which was alarmingly identical to his own - on her head.

“I love you m’little flower girl, so clever, you are” he said softly to her, “My little Rosie”

“Me!” Rosie chanted again, her arms raising up in enthusiasm.

You and Harry both laughed again, and you held Rosie tightly to your frame.

All the stress of teaching her washed away. The weight was lifted and you knew she was going to be okay, and was going to do everything at her own pace. And of course, he would be there to watch it all happen with you.

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