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🧙‍♂️ Wed Sept 23 ‘20 🦁

Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3 Z3 HOLY SHIT Z3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I’m not certain about an album, but we’re definitely getting a single on Friday! I’m just keeping my hopes up! Um, okay. How do I start? So at 9:30 am EST (or 2:30 pm BST, depending on where in the world he is!) Zayn dropped a teaser trailer for a new song, with the caption #better, which is the name of the song! This follows last night's movement, where he changed his Spotify header, as well as his twitter icon. I’m gonna be honest here: when I saw his new twitter profile picture, I thought it was a picture of Liam and I was SO! CONFUSED! But it’s not! It’s Zayn pulling an angsty face that Liam often pulls in HIS modeling gigs, so it looks like they have a similar bag of tricks haha! ANYWAYS, the song will drop on Friday, 9/25!!! Place your bets: will the song or the baby drop first??? 

If THAT wasn’t enough Zayn movement, he posted a SPONSORED AD for the new Harry Potter game both on Instagram AND on twitter (both at 7 am EST), and then he did a taped ad for it, too! It...looks to be some wizarding version of Candy Crush, but you know nerd!Zayn and his Harry Potter tattoo - he only had good things to say about it: “[During quarantine] I’ve been doing...music, recording, painting, but my main pastimes has been playing games, and that’s how, like, I keep in touch with my friends...you get to choose which House you want to be put in. I picked Gryffindor...so yeah, it’s really cool.” He says he likes Gryffindor because he’s always been drawn to “the hero types”. Sounds like the start of a bad rom com, doesn’t it? 

Anyways! Zayn’s not the only one that has spent his quarantine making music, painting, and gaming: LIAM went live at 8 am BST to do his promised zoom meetings with fans and announce that his rewatch show is on Saturday the 26th at 8 am BST. Oddly enough, Harry Potter (and the new game!) was a major talking point in this live. Before we get further into the discussion, the Intern would like to say that JKR is a massive TERF and I think we should be reading queer fantasy novels and uplifting the queer community rather than focusing on her worlds/making he more profit, but that discourse didn’t come up in Liam’s live, funnily enough! What did come up? Well...the online games did! Someone in the chat said: “What’s your Hogwarts House?” and Liam (love him lots) took that as an invitation to talk about the new Harry Potter games: “I’ve done a lot of those online...like, online Harry Potter games (so has Zayn!), and I always end up in either Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, but no one wants to be in Hufflepuff...I want to be a lion”. And then - and I cannot make this up - he GROWLED. Those hero types, huh? Can’t do a thing about them!  He also suggested that he do a Harry Potter watch along in his next live, and guys, it takes me long enough to get through his lives taking notes NOW, MY HANDS WILL NOT SURVIVE A TWO HOUR LIVE. 

Other fun moments from the live show included his reveal (slip?) that he did not live with Maya! When asked what his morning routine was, he said it was “to get up in the biggest mood ever and then hope he has an hour to himself before he sees anyone”. But? That would almost CERTAINLY not be the case if you had a live in girlfriend! He also gave a brief reaction to Harry’s Calm story, and had a bant with Conor (his cameraman) about it (“Imagine you’re in the tour bus,” Conor said. “Shut UP! You’re RuInINg it for ME.”). Also, the chat told Liam to tell Niall to “strip that down”, to which Liam replied: “Niall’s been stripping it down a lot at the moment! he’s been stripping it down a lot! I’ve seen his Instagram stories, and I know it’s hot at the moment but the shirt has been off 24/7, which used to be my tactic.” Niall, even LIAM wants you to put a shirt on, buddy, so idk what to tell you. He also said, about Bear, that “he’s fantastic! [He’s] a sweet, lovely little boy, and I don’t know how that happened, given that he’s my son. Must get it from his mother ‘cuz it’s not from me!” He mentioned - again - doing a paint along with fans, as he’s ALSO been doing a lot of painting during quarantine. What do you think I would have to do for a joint Ziam paint along live?  And he was  unsure if “te amo” was a real thing in Spanish. Yes, Liam, it is, y te amo a ti también!! 

And, if that were a normal day, that would be it! That’s more than enough after all, but NOPE! No rest for the wicked, I guess, so on we go: 

Harry was seen shooting his music video in Italy in a white V-neck nightshirt that could be seen billowing in the wind as he ran dramatically. New pictures also show him in a long purple nightgown and a fedora, as well as driving a little speedboat (with a bright, Vespa blue interior) off of the Italian coast. As far as I can tell, his rings are not back (probably a smart choice, given the amount of handwashing he’s hopefully doing) but his pearl necklace is (love to see it!). In one of the boat pictures, he can be seen on his phone, either taking a picture or on a facetime call, but I, personally, hope he brings photographer!H back, too! Gotta tell you, and I know we said it for Watermelon Sugar, but I really hope this is a continuation of the Eroda universe - any comments @/visiteroda?  Fan reports say that his Italian is very good, and that he’s kind. Nothing new there, but always great to hear it! 

AND! In a ONE DEE DISCOURSE EXCLUSIVE: I can reveal ~exclusively~ that Nick Gordon, of yesterday’s clown car, has a TWIN BROTHER, named Nathan! Good bye Gretchen, Tina, and Eleanor and HELLO Nathan and Nick. Imagine the shenanigans that they can pull with THIS in their back pocket! The thing is - the more we learn about the situation, the less we seem to know - TMZ reports that Nick and Briana have had an on again off again relationship for the last ten years, but Nick Gordon has had a long term girlfriend for at least three of those ten years, until they broke it off last year! In fact, TMZ continued in a bemused tone, BRIANA has been seen with multiple men over the course of the last year. Guess they were VERY off, huh?

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The Harry Styles Coachella experience is complete now that you’ve written a one shot about hslot Harry at Coachella.

i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife

After The Show

prompt: this ask legit just inspired this whole one shot. Harry at Coachella and the what happened after the show.

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni

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Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.

He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.

“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.

“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”

“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.

“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.

He’s always been so attached to her.

“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.

“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.

“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.

They both know what she’s referring to.

- last night -

“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.

“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.

They didn’t have time for this teasing.

He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.

A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.

“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.

“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”

Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”

Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.

-

“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.

“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.

He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.

Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.

After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.

YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.

“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.

“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.

She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.

“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”

Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.

-

It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.

Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.

The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.

That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.

As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.

YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.

YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.

Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.

It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .

It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.

A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.

They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.

Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.

The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***

(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).

YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.

As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.

She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.

YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.

During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.

As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.

With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.

YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.

She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.

When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.

YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.

But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.

Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.

She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.

YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.

The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.

“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.

“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.

-

When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.

As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.

The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.

She loved it.

She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.

YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.

After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.

The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).

However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.

-

“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”

His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.

“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.

The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.

Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.

“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.

“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.

“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”

As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.

Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.

“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”

“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”

“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.

It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.

“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.

It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.

Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.

It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.

Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.

“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.

“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”

Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.

“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.

There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.

She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.

He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.

Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.

“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.

“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.

Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.

“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.

When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.

It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.

Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.

“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.

“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.

Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.

She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.

It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.

Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.

By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”

“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.

While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.

All Harry can think about is his wife.

“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.

She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.

He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.

“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”

Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”

His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.

“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.

The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.

Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.

-

YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.

He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.

The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.

Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.

“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.

They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.

By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.

It was a sight to see.

When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.

YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.

“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.

She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.

“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”

“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”

She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.

Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.

“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.

It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.

“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.

As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.

His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.

“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.

Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.

He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.

“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.

-

In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.

“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.

“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.

“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”

—

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[twelvedaysinaugust]

Thank you for answering my ask about the leaked phone call! The timeline of Louis and Harry falling out/breaking up around 2018 makes a lot of sense in terms of when that phone call was made. I have heard some accounts about Louis allegedly being seen at HSLOT 2018 at Harry’s shows. After that tour I noticed a certain shift with how Harry looked/his attitude. I also do agree that louis has done questionable actions when it comes to dispelling rumors about larrry. Although, I don’t think it can compare to how Harry has handled it. I have seen a journalist point out in the article that Harry’s lack of effort has not been fair to Louis. The other questionable things he has done include euphoria, Eroda, the milkshake tweet (probably more). Anyway, that phone call could have possibly been a bitter and petty way to “get back” at Harry by saying that none of it was real. When the Harry’s tour finished he was a producer on that Ben Winston/Full Stop show about him living in Ben’s basement which pretty much erased him and Louis living together (which was iconic and they told almost everybody that they were roommates back in the early years). There was an interview later on where Louis answered with the whole “chicken stuffed with mozzarella” and it sorted felt like he was “shading” Harry at the time kind of like he was implying that he cant change the past or the history they both had together. Idk he seems like he would definitely a petty person that would find smart ways to spite someone.

I remember receiving this ask while I was standing in the pit Saturday night. I'm sorry it took me almost a week to answer.

I really appreciated your question about the phone call because it's one of the many, many things that I can't get a clear read on. In short, I completely agree with everything you said above. I will add that, in addition to "being petty" and "getting back" at Harry, I think it's possible that Louis set up the phone call with the UA to let off some steam and indicate that it was (or, about to be) really, truly over.

I feel like my longer thoughts are going to anger some people, but I'll share them anyway. It's my blog and I want to be truthful about my experiences and observations in this fandom.

I have a very hard time nailing down a "Larry timeline," especially after 2013-ish. I do not think Harry and Louis are currently a couple, and I've changed a lot of the opinions I once had. I no longer think all the "stunts" were actually stunts, nor do I think Larry was a fairytale relationship. But I still believe there was something there. From 2017 to 2018, I find Larry especially confusing. However, I do think Louis attended some of Harry's shows in 2018 - I'm almost certain he was at Santiago and Madison Square Garden. And watching Harry's demeanor and performance at the second MSG show in particular (covering “Still the One” with Kacey Musgraves, slowing down during Louis’ verse in “If I Could Fly,” just his expression when he looked up at the VIP box)... I was like, "Damn... the spark is still there after all these years?" It made my heart go pitter-patter. But then I was very confused because what does that mean for Larry, especially since Harry was with Camille at the time and I find it especially difficult to write off that relationship as a stunt? A lot of people (Larries and non-Larries) claim Louis was at the show. However, there are also a lot of stories about Louis calling it quits shortly after. So, I think MSG Night 2 might have been a last-ditch romantic gesture from Harry. But what that means for the time prior - it's hard to say. In short, I don't think Larry was one long, continuous, monogamous relationship. Especially toward the end, I think it was very on-and-off. And to be honest, there have been things post-2018 that I've side-eyed a little. The Umbro shirt, especially. Even when Louis made a trip to LA that perfectly lined up with Harry's shows at the Forum in November I was a little like, "hmm." But even the biggest and most committed Larries will admit that Harry and Louis are rarely in the same place at the same time. I don't see how that's a relationship.

I think the way both Harry and Louis engage with the fandom that was borne out of Larry is inconsistent and confusing. I do think Harry Larry-baits. But I don't think money is his only motivation to do so. I think he's hurt and upset about the way things ended. The Euphoria episode, in particular, I view as Harry feeling hurt, scorned, and "getting back" at an ex.

But Louis' relationship with Larries (i.e. the vast majority of his fanbase) is even more of a mystery to me. Since the beginning, he seemed sincerely bothered by the speculation, unlike Harry. Louis took the brunt of the denials. Louis set up a phone call with a UA to complain about "crazy Larrie fans." At the same time, he does interact with it - I'm 100% certain of this after attending two shows in person. And the "Princess Park" lyric and cover of "7" only emboldened Larries further. (I know we all have different opinions on this, but I don't think I'll ever be convinced that these decisions were an "oversight" on Louis' part. He had to know what he was doing. He had to.) For both Harry and Louis, I think the so-called Larry-baiting might be a response to a shared history and experience. In that sense, I hesitate to say that it's completely disingenuous or “wrong.” At the same time, I don’t appreciate them misleading fans (especially queer fans who relate to Larry) if Larry isn’t - or never was - real. I also think there are broader implications for Eleanor, Freddie, etc. But that’s a different conversation.

Whatever Larry was, I think it greatly affected Harry and Louis emotionally. I know that a lot of people leave the fandom after they un-Larrie or conclude that Harry and Louis have likely broken up. Regardless of Harry and Louis’ current relationship (or lack thereof), I think Larry continues to be very relevant to their respective fanbases - Louis’ especially. For that reason, I don’t think I’ll be able to view Larry as “irrelevant” or “a thing of the past” anytime soon.

[dumbbitchcam]

she lyric analysis

adapted from my twitter thread

disclaimer: this is purely my opinion and interpretation of the piece, if you don’t like it just move on no need to be nasty, everyone has the right to their own opinion.

in this post i will be explaining how i was able to relate certain lyrics back to myself, as someone who identifies as non-binary. so i will be projecting a lot of my personal experiences onto the lyrics (maybe not directly thru the phrasng of the analysis but its what lead me to these conclusions if that makes sense). this is also to show what parts of this song have lead me to believe that harry might not be cis.

some of this my not be directly about the lyric but instead how the lyric is delivered. okay i think thats it… on to the analysis!

one more note: i will be referring to whoever harry is talking about, “she,” with she/her pronouns.

the first thing that i noted about all the verses is that he sounds drained like he’s been trying too hard at something for so long but can’t do it anymore.

“nine in the morning the man drops his kids off at school and he's thinking of you, like all of us do sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon, around 1:32, like he knows what to do” 

this first verse feels like he’s trying to show the monotony of just trying to get through a day and no longer living the day. just getting it over with. 

edited to add: the line "like all of us do" makes me think that he think it's "normal" and that everyone has their "she" and that everyone just kind of ignores her or pushes her off to the side so initially he really didn't bother questioning the thought of "her"

“she lives in daydreams with me” 

the first line of the chorus makes me think that since she lives in his daydreams, he doesn’t think he can make her real and that there’s nothing he can really do but wish for her to show up.

 “she's the first one that I see and I don't know why I don't know who she is” 

to me this part of the chorus reminds me of when i was first confused / trying to figure out my gender identity. its like im always thinking of this person but i can’t figure out why or who it is or really what’s going on.

 “he takes a boat out imagines just sailing away and not telling his mates he wouldn't know what to say”

this line makes me believe he just wants to escape the monotony of life without scrutiny. i also feel that this line (if this were to have a mv) may tie into him sailing out of eroda at the end of the adore you mv story line and this whole song is him finding himself and figuring out who “she” is whilst sailing.

 the beginning of the second chorus is the same as the first chorus but then repeats and says “i don’t know where she is” instead of who, indicating that he has 1. Figured out who she is and 2. wants to find her. he longs for her presence outside of his daydreams. he wants her existence to be known.

 “lives for the memory a woman who's just in his head”

again, it comes back to him only able to access her presence from within. 

“and she sleeps in his bed while he plays pretend, so pretend”

sleeping in his bed indicates to me that he as able to let her out at home and is able to see her / be her when hes alone or with trusted family / friends but when he goes out or has guests, he has to hide her away again.

 the two part chorus is repeated to conclude the lyrical portion of the piece.

[thisiskatsblog]

Random thoughts about Copy (and SoTT)

It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first

Homophobia is an old curse - it was a sign of the times

I’m also thinking of the parralles between sign of the times and over the rainbow - the dreamers diving headfirst and the bluebirds trying to fly over the rainbow

why o why can’t i? 

Broken beaks and dead birds

Birds are not just symbolic of freedom - yes they have many tattoos

But there’s also Songbird, birds sing, this is a song about singers

George Michael comes to mind, and so many others, the broken beak signifies a singer who can’t sing any more, and this industry has killed so many 

It’s also their voices being taken away, and dead careers - you can’t break through if your career is dead.

Can't get through the glass

Dead birds can’t get through the glass, stay alive young man

but also “I can’t get through the glass”  - the glass closet

And I’m reminded of the jewel fish in Eroda, growing stronger and bigger, bursting out of the coffee pot, waiting to grow big enough to break the glass and be thrown into the ocean, with the help of the boy and the villagers transformed by the boy’s smile - the fish broke through the glass

There's no use cryin' over spilled blood

The bullets in sign of the times, the target that Louis was on for much of the significant songs in this show (Too Young, Walls, Copy of a Copy of a Copy) - some of those bullets hit target.

Carin' only kills love

Caring too much about how your closet hurts, yourself and others, kills the love inside. Every time that Louis cared, more blood was drawn (bullshit happened after he wore a rainbow apple shirt, trying to care, and then it hurt his fans and probably them as well) 

A kiss won't bring it back [Pre-Chorus] I know that the first blow hits you cold

Louis before and after the G-A-Y performance  [Chorus] Young man, hush your crying dry your tears away

Just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times

Nothing is original, there's nothing left to say

Even babygate is a copy of what’s been done before, and when he says there’s nothing left to say “it is what it is” - that essentially says the same thing You won't be the first or be the last to bleed

Every broken heart as far as your eye can see It's a copy of a copy of a copy It's a copy of a copy of a copy

The music industry (and the world beyond) is full of people who have to hide their true selves - it’s all been said and done before. The list of closeted boybanders, most importantly, is endless.  [Verse 2] I can hear you, howlin' 'til your lungs hurt

Loud, loud and loud, particularly in November 2014, I’ve said it so many times before, the dagger tattoo, his video clips after walls came out, walls, with one direction IN that video, the smoke and mirrors, the target, all of it was loud loud loud loud. 

So let this be your comfort You're not the only one, no In a strange way, all in this together

This is very true - the solidarity amongst LGBTQ+ people - in the music industry I imagine - and very certainly in this fandom, in HIS fandom, the way us LGBTQ+ people stuck with him and kept supporting them - we are all in this together

Been this way forever, you're not the only one

It’s an old curse, it’s a sign of the times, you’re not the first nor the last, it is what it is

[Pre-Chorus] I know that the first blow hits you cold [Chorus] Young man, hush your cry and dry your tears away Nothing is original, there's nothing left to say You won't be the first or be the last to bleed Every broken heart as far as your eye can see It's a copy of a copy of a copy It's a copy of a copy of a copy [Chorus] Young man, hush your cry and dry your tears away Nothing is original, there's nothing left to say You won't be the first or be the last to bleed Every broken heart as far as your eye can see It's a copy of a copy of a copy It's a copy of a copy of a copy It's a copy of a copy of a copy It's a copy of a copy of a copy

[musicmyloves15]

Why I believe that Harry was the fish...

So Harry Lambert engaged in this convo on twitter about the Grammy nomination for the Adore You video and it reminded me of my theory on the fish. 

I feel like this feeds right into my theory that Harry was the fish, and Louis was the boy.  From the first time I saw the music video i thought that Louis seemed to be the boy and Harry was the fish.  Here is my thoughts on the video... (my thoughts will be in italics) 

The boy was peculiar from the moment he entered the world.

Louis didn't ever seem to question himself before he was forced to with media training; he referred to himself as flamboyant, he was self confident in his fashion choices and words before they started to change him.

The town was used to the way things were and weren’t used to someone being different

He said his teachers never really knew what to do with him. In a working class town being a gay kid wouldn’t have been easy or the norm.

He had lost his smile and without it the world grew darker.

Everyone was telling him there was something wrong with him because of his sexuality. His teachers, maybe people from Doncaster, the x factor people, Simon and modest, the record label, etc…

The boy tried to ignore the fish but he was not alone in his melancholy

Louis tried to fight things on his own but harry understood what he was feeling. He might have had people that didn't understand him as well.

Loneliness is an ocean full of travelers trying to find their place in this world.

They just wanted to make it and everyone (Simon and his gang) were telling the boys they couldn't be themselves. They couldn't be open and they had to hide who they were.

But without friendship we are all lost and left with no hope.

Together they were able to survive. Because they had each other they could get through the pain of being told they couldn't be who they were.

No home no harbor.

I feel like this is talking about being on the move constantly and being worked to the bone.

He wondered what cruel twist of fate brought them together and if fate was involved what did she have in store.

This screams to me that they were shaking their fist at fate in those early years and screaming I finally found my best friend and soulmate and we can't even fully be together. We can but we are still being pulled apart. We can love but only behind closed doors. We can hold each others words and secrets but only if our voices are silenced.

The first verse of the song we see the boy trying to protect the fish.

Louis tried to protect harry so much especially at the beginning. You can see him being the one harry looked to on stage and in interviews especially at the beginning. The boy flashes his bright smile at the women when he puts the fish in the coffee pot to keep him alive. I feel like this is symbolic of Louis being so loud and silly to have everyone’s attention on him in the beginning so harry could find his feet.

When the fish outgrows the coffee pot, the boy moves him to a bigger space.  

I feel like this is Louis stepping back a bit when harry got more confident and comfortable. He still was right there by Harrys side but he didn't try to steal the show as much as he had at the beginning of 1D. Everything Louis did was to support harry. There are so many receipts of Louis staying off to the side while harry is working if they were shooting something or recording something. He could have gone off and done his own thing like Liam, Niall, and Zayn, but he didn’t. He was always right there for harry if he needed him.

Then comes the part when they’re up on the hill together and they look through the binoculars and see someone with the metal detector

I feel like this is symbolic of where they start to plan their future together. They share the exciting thought of getting their treasure someday and being happy. (The dancing and the fish matching the boys spinning dance moves)

Then the boy makes the fish an outfit. (He’s sitting at the desk)

I feel like this is Louis encouraging harry to dress the way he wants to and to feel comfortable in his own skin.

Then the news alert and the fish tries to escape from the bag on the dresser.

I feel like this symbolic of harry realizing that he can't be himself while still trapped in the bubble of 1D. He needs more space and more freedom.  

The boy moves him to an even bigger space in the tank on the bike.

This feels like the end of 1d where long hair harry was more free and open. Especially the interviews and his gender neutral answers and his clothing choices. This screams 2015 harry to me.

People in the town start noticing the fish.

This is showing how even though Louis was still by his side, people began to see harry for who he might want to be instead of how he’d been. People at this point were noticing Harrys new bold wardrobe choices (the first pattered suit?) and vocabulary. (Not that important?)

The boy standing inside watching the news with the fish and he studies the fish. Seeing the look the fish gives him and he is thinking hard.

I feel like this is when Louis realized he was going to have to let Harry go his own way at some point in the future. (I mean musically not their personal relationship)  He knows that harry needed more than what he could get from the band. He might not have been ready for 1d to take a break but I think Louis did know that harry could be bigger than he was in 1d.

The fish is almost too big for the tank as the boy starts  leading  him to the water.

Louis knew that the time was getting closer to harry trying some solo work. He was still there trying to protect him but he had accepted at this point it was going to happen.

The fish freaks out when he sees the man chop off a different fish’s head.  

I feel like going solo was terrifying for harry. I feel like there would have been moments where he panicked and needed Louis to remind him that he could do this. Louis has always been harry’s biggest fan. And Louis would have been right there calming him down and telling him how amazing he is and he could do this.

The fish breaks the tank.

This seems like the moment when shit hit the fan and they knew it was time to call the hiatus.

The boy tries and fails to move the fish on his own but then the townspeople step in to help get the fish to water.

I feel like this is when Louis and harry started to surround themselves  with people in the industry who would help harry be the harry he wanted to become. Working with harry Lambert and Harris reed, and others who started to help him stand up and show the person he was and not who he had been.

Then the boy pushes the fish into the water.

Louis knew that harry needed to have a chance to be harry and not harry from one direction to accomplish his dreams. I feel like this moment in the video is Louis coming to terms with the hiatus and knowing it was what was best for harry.  

The boy standing on the cliff watching the fish swim away.

Louis wasn’t going to get the same opportunities as harry. He knew that. Simon screwed him over and he accepted that by taking the brunt of it he had protected harry as best he could. He watched harry soar as a solo artist but he had to do so from the sidelines.

The entire town helped put the fish back in the ocean, the sun broke and the sun shined down on eroda melting every frown.  

I feel like this shows how much a weight was lifted off of their shoulders when they were finished with the stress they’d faced over the years of 1d. Everyone in their family and their circle of close friends had to have been relieved that the boys were going to get a reprieve form the machine that had almost broken them.  

Then we see the boy smile.

Louis had to have been so proud of harry. Watching him flourish and thrive as a solo artist had to have melted his heart and made him burst with pride for harry.

The boy sails away at the end using the screams he had stored in jars. 

This seems symbolic of Louis leaving syco and using the pain that they’ve gone through over the years to learn and grow from for the future. 

[moonshinelouis-archive]

fine line analyses

these are thoughts; my thoughts. if you don’t agree please be reasonable and just ignore.

tumblr fucking ate this post so here i am. rewriting it all.

tw: i talk about alcohol, drugs, grief, and death

the album in general uses the extended metaphor of yellow. the colour is mentioned in nearly every song and i’ll explain why or why not later. the yellow is hope, happiness, and all things nice but as all archetypes it has a ‘dark’ side; it means cowardice and/or deceit. it also seems to follow the hero’s journey which is interesting.

side a: love/light vs dark. exposition.

golden begins the album already in sunshine; in happily vibes imo. gold is the ultimate illuminated colour, so to use it is... the next level, especially as the album opener. “take me back to the light / i knew you were way too bright for me” are ideas that come back in lights up. i love the juxtaposition in this song: “hold [the golden (light)], focus, hoping,” and then a couple lines later, “i’m hopeless, broken”; showing that at the same time, he’s hopeful and hopeless. i love that he alludes, in the entire song, that his person is the sun but he never says it outright: “you wait for me in the sky / [your light] browns my skin just right / you’re so golden,” which come back in sunflower. “i know that you’re scared / because hearts get broken / because i’m so open” immediately made me thing of strong. both he and his lover overwhelm each other at times: “you were way too bright for me,” “you’re scared / because i’m so open”; but ultimately this is a song about devotion: “i don’t wanna be alone / loving you’s the antidote.”

watermelon sugar doesn’t have anything outright yellow; however, the entire lyrics are rooted in imagery surrounding summer which inherently involves a sunny, especially when he calls out that it’s “warm,” that there are “berries,” that it’s “the end of June,” so my point stands. this song has already been analysed, i think, so i’m not gonna go too into it; in a nutshell, it’s the sweetest of loves. “tastes like strawberries on a summer evening” calls to we made it’s “remember how it tasted / looking into your eyes,” and the absolutely feral warm image of tasting moments makes me crazy...the tenderness..oh god.. “it sounds just like a song” comes back in many other tracks; in sunflower, “plant new seeds in the melody” -- try to find new beginnings in the music -- and also “want you more than a melody.” harry says this one was “the hardest one to finish” which could suggest ongoing events.

adore you has yellow in “honey” and “lemon” and hidden in “summer skies” and “brown skin.” thematically, this song is the same as watermelon sugar; devotion. “walk in your rainbow paradise” -- a rainbow is renewal, promise; a gateway, the calm after the storm. to be with his lover is to walk in paradise, away from all evil. though their lack of communication plagues them, it can sometimes be how they find their peace: “you don’t have to say you love me / nothing / [that] you’re mine.” “i’d walk through fire for you” reminded me of happily and through the dark. 

lights up, too, has already been discussed at length; “what do you mean? / i’m sorry by the way / i’m never coming back down / can’t you see / i could but it wouldn't stay?” will speak volumes to anyone who’s been closeted, even if nothing extreme. “i’m never coming around / it’d be so sweet / if things just stayed the same” would be the melancholy and fear of watching those you love slip away because of something you can’t change; and, even if it doesn’t, there will always be the little things that change, like how you’re perceived. “all the lights couldn’t put out the dark / running through my heart” is one of my favourite lines; it speaks of the things within himself he’d rather hide, and yet, all the pride he’s told to have does nothing to erase his bitterness towards the feeling -- internalised homophobia/transphobia. however -- “step into the light / so bright sometimes / i’m not ever coming back” -- as overwhelming, as scary, as engulfing as it all may be... it’s much better to be in the light than in the dark; back to golden. the yellow in this song is in the ‘light.’

side b: complete abstinence of yellow. abyss.

cherry presents vibrant red rather than yellow, perhaps to illustrate the glossy jealousy he expresses in this song, and possibly to say he is angry despite sounding defeated. thematically similar to woman. i don’t think this song is dismissible because its aspects all come back: “gallery” is again in sunflower; “don’t call me baby” returns in to be so lonely. “there’s a piece of you in how i dress” reminded me of “painted nails make harry beautiful” :’) also, “your accent” is pretty loud. if anything is to be said about the ending, is that it’s in the “language of love.”

falling is very clearly the death in the hero’s journey; the lowest point from which he could only rebirth. again there are communication issues: “forget what i said / it’s not what i meant”; “we’ve run out of things we can say.” and then there’s rediscovery: “what am i now?” he asks, after having asked the listeners if they know who they are; and his despair seems tied to insecurities -- “what if i’m someone i don’t want around? / what if i’m someone you won’t talk about? / what if you’re someone i just want around?” (notice the flip of pronouns in the last two; switching the blame. harry and louis seem to do that a lot; the blame is passed from one to another in songs. he blames himself in this one, though: “there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands.”) the biggest insecurity lies in the line: “i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again,” in which harry just wants.. to be needed; to be loved and to be in love. overall he’s asking for redemption, whatever of.

to be so lonely is still sad, but obviously a rise; a rebirth. “don’t blame me for falling / i was just a little boy / don’t blame the drunk caller / i wasn’t ready for it all / you can’t blame me, darling / not even a little bit / i was away / and i’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry” -- the opening verse is just all excuses, all flimsy at best; pushing the blame around. “i was just a little boy” had me screaming; “don’t blame the drunk caller” is distancing himself as far away as possible even though....that’s him, drunk-calling; he said so in falling: “there’s no one to blame but the drink and my wandering hands.” the last one is not even trying; he just straight up says he’s arrogant.. lol. again he’s rooting onto insecurites: “i just hope you see me / in a little better light” asks his lover not to only see him as the stupid little boy who became a needy and arrogant drunk caller; and again he pleads for mercy with rather nonsensical logic: “do you think it’s easy? / being of the jealous kind?” overall, these three songs together could be interpreted as a breakup, though the romantic songs in the album would support better that there have been really rough patches in their relationship; specifically times in which they were caught in untimely scheduling inconveniences amid fights. but see it how you will.

she is a projection. harry tries out the ‘normal guy’ archetype, giving his character a nine-to-five office job and the predictable (supposedly married) life with kids; he likely did this to try out a different perspective of his feelings and/or to appeal to his audience, who is mostly not made up of millionaires. right away, he’s pretending, with the most basic of things: “[he] sends his assistant for coffee in the afternoon / around 13:32 / like he knows what to do.” as for the whole chorus and “a woman who’s just in his head / and she sleeps in his bed / while he plays pretend” is, to me, the woman inside him who aches to be seen; she represent his struggles with binary genders, both of which are oppressing. “he takes a boat out / imagines just sailing away / and not telling his mates / he wouldn't know what to say” is literally eroda?? and shows communication issues. again.

side c: ascending

sunflower makes the yellow comeback.. loud and in your face. the sunflower is commonly associated with the sun tarot card, which often depicts them with children, who are mentioned... the card stands for clarity and success. this song is thematically like watermelon sugar and adore you, but it just has that stoner vibe you know ? “kids in the kitchen listen to dancehall” triggered “even as young as you are.” again, there are communication issues; “i’ve been trying hard not to talk to you” “let me inside, i wanna get to know you / wish i could get to know you” “i was just tongue-tied / i’m still tongue-tied.” “i’ve got your face / hung up high in the gallery” again shows adoration; with cherry’s “does he take you walking through his parents’ gallery?” it could be interpreted as, are his parents showing you off like i do? a big note about it: “hung up high in the gallery / out of this shade” in the light! this is major.

canyon moon shows yellow in “the world’s happy waiting / doors yellow, broken, blue” -- happy, first of all. the doors are portals that they’ve taken, will take, or could take; some are happy, some deceitful, some sad. i find it very interesting that in she “the man drops his kid off at school” and in this one jenny tells her husband to “go get the kids from school.” “two weeks and i’ll be home” loud loud loud. paris and rome are both romantic cities. “[she -- jenny?] pretends not to know the words” again shows some pretending, perhaps to show that we all pretend about things in life, even mundane activites... just a fun song about being away and missing each other like right now.

treat people with kindness is the only song outside of side b that does not have yellow. i think that is because, though this is a happy song, it’s jus a cover up -- he’s burying his grief in the music and drugs/drinks. “and it’s just another day / and if our friends all pass away / it’s okay.” “feeling good in my skin / i just keep on dancing” shows the other effect of numbing all the insecurities and fears he normally carries. 

side d: settling. the first sign fine line is a track to be paid attention to is that it’s the titular the track. the second push is giving it its own side on the record. 

fine line is another side of she, for which i liked this eloquent explanation. it’s a drastic shift in mood from tpwk to fine line; harry truly shows how vulnerable he is. he’s divided -- “you sunshine, you temptress”; god, when i read/heard that i cried. so beautiful, so appeasing, but it looks like such a distant dream. unachievable. furthermore i think making this song about a relationship, or anyone other than harry and harry’s inner demons is belittling it; belittling his internal struggles to reach the so desired fine line...

[harrieberrie]

I’ve also seen a lot of dismissal of the fact that his character was lonely because he was different, and he was not included because of those differences. People seem to have skipped over that fact & are just talking (on YT) about loneliness and being down. Poor Harry, sad Harry, we all need to be there for each other. And yes, absolutely, but that’s a reaction. That’s not addressing what caused the problem in the first place. Like it’s the elephant in the room, something about him’s different.

I think the whole purpose of eroda was to make people have to use their brains and if they start doing that then they’ll have to ask themselves many questions about the past nine years. I also think it’s interesting that harry keeps mentioning the song fine line is his favorite off the album and that he called it that as a whole, because when you think about it, there really is a fine line between how people perceive harry and buy into his narrative verses what he has loudly been saying with his actions if you’ve been paying attention.

I also find it very poignant that he has been spotted wearing his rainbow pin leading up to this, just found that intriguing if he is giving us a glimpse into his journey to acceptance, so to speak.

[wellthatwasaletdown]

have you guys consider it could be a L for Liv // I mean it could be. Maybe Harry is just perpetually unlucky… unlucky enough to wear an identical umbro shirt after Louis, unlucky enough to tweet about him when HS1 promo was going badly, unlucky that his team liked a tweet about Louis the fish during the eroda campaign, unlucky to have to pause before louis verse in IICF. Seems plausible to me.

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[1ddotdhq]

🐠 Thurs Aug 27 🎨

Time. Is. Not. Real. They tell me that it is the end of summer, which very much seems to be confirmed by the VMAs “Song of the Summer” category, for which Watermelon Sugar is nominated, and seems to be doing well. If you were surprised that the Fish video (as I lovingly refer to Adore You) did not get any nominations, you aren’t alone - David Meyers (the video’s co-writer and director) sat down with the Decider’s Lea Palmieri to talk about the video. 

As there always is with Harry’s content, there seems to be some confusion as to how the Fish idea was born , but other than that, he spoke about the Eroda ‘verse, and it’s charm and creation. Of the Erodian’s suspicious nature, he said, “...The superstitions were a set up for how society generally reacts to different things. They fear change or oddity, even if it’s what’s best for them”. This definitely does not sound like it could be a metaphor for something else. Nope. Not at all. My favorite quote of the article, though, is about the fish’s mini taco - “The taco was a whimsical way to express friendship between Harry and the Fish.” My dude. I don’t know if we were listening to the same song, but it's called “Adore You”. I don’t know how platonic that one can be. 

And speaking of (not so) platonic dinner dates - unseen pictures of a young Louis and Harry keep leaking! From where? Uncertain, but the stand out photo of this batch is one from a restaurant in Amsterdam (this city just keeps popping up, doesn’t it?) circa 2011. While on the topic of Louis, I have to do a bit of a retcon: I claimed yesterday that Louis’ drummer was seen with Harry merch at a recording studio. While this is, indeed, true for David Dyson, who did work with Louis until 2019, he is no longer Louis’ drummer! Steve Durham is! That was totally my bad - sorry Steve! Louis himself is still (unfortunately) MIA, but Pride of Britain did post an old video of him encouraging the British Public to nominate their unsung heroes.

But! On the topic of music, and bands, there are only TWO DAYS left until Liam’s birthday show! And!! He’s making merch! It includes an LP Show T-Shirt and cap, some of which he will be signing and giving away during the show. He also has a few remixes of Midnight out with Sylvain Armand & Kijo Franko as well as Magnificence. Go check them out, I guess. Also, he seems to be continuing his art exploration!  He did a Bob Ross painting that actually looks super cool and I hope he explores this habit further, as it’s always great to have more than one creative outlet, especially one that is low stress and no pressure (read: Not One Direction).

Zayn esta brillando por su ausencia, but he did take the time to like and comment on a fan’s art. This is really cool, he wrote, and then went back to his farm, steadfastly ignoring any other content that might have been released yesterday that had something to do with him. He’s been notably absent for a while now, and I think he’s more of a ghost than I am! 

I’m gonna end with my favorite news of the day: Fault Magazine put up a picture of Niall in white leather on Instagram, as well as a quote that must’ve been for an interview around the Heartbreak Weather promo season. Fault magazine quotes him, “With any relationship, there are fun moments and there are days when you feel like you’re in a music video with the rain pouring outside as you watch crying through the window”. I think Niall stole my middle school diary, because there’s probably a direct quote somewhere in there. Do you think there’s a way we could collectively ship him chocolate and rom-coms? That always used to make me feel better.

[noseyrosey1597]

I'm so not defending Gemma. She was mean and rude. But, as an older sister, I would be so protective of my little brother becoming a dad young. But I'd be more proud of him for handling it like an adult.

Also, the way we discuss a man's role in an unplanned pregnancy is gross. They lose all responsibility and accountability.

the new one shot is incredible! loved to see them in a different situation that we aren’t used to. I’d like to know how did their parents react when they told them they were expecting knowing they were really young and his professional career just started!

Always Be My Baby

prompt: how harry’s family reacts to the pregnancy announcement

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YN was much more nervous than Harry as they pull up to Anne’s house in their rented car - she was overly excited by their last minute trip up to their little lake house with them.

“Darling, can hear you worrying from here,” Harry chuckles softly as he navigates the unpaved, long twisting driveway back into the heavily forested property.

Since he’d found out she way pregnant, he’d been obsessed with her belly (even more so than before), there wasn’t much to show quite yet - just a little pudge of her lower stomach.

His hand constantly was on it, when they drove, it was one hand on the wheel and the other on her tummy, thumbing at the skin.

“I just- we should have told her we were getting married and now we’re going to drop the bombshell that we’re expecting a baby and we eloped,” YN replies with a quiver in her tone, she loved Anne and Gemma, the last thing she had ever wanted to do was upset them or make them feel excluded.

YN also already knew that Gemma had the tendency to react strongly to news she didn’t like - blunt and unfiltered.

“If they’re angry about it, I’ll take the heat. I’ll always protect you, y’know? You and our bub,” Harry reminds her as he shifts the car into park and leans over the console to give her a firm kiss, “No more worrying, s’not good for our baby, yeah?”

Harry had thrived since the draft, since they moved, and since he found out he was going to be a dad - he was so family-oriented and ready to be the man they needed him to be.

“Harry-“ YN huffs unsettled, feeling a bit like he’s writing her emotions off.

He understands right away, mimicking her pout before murmuring, “Sweetheart, are you happy with the decision we made? Getting married at the courthouse, just you and I?”

YN’s brow furrows in confusion, “Of course, I am. Wouldn’t have wanted to have it any other way than that.”

“Okay, we’ll then at the end of the day, that’s all that matters. We did what is right for us, if they aren’t supportive than that’s on them but I can’t imagine they won’t be. Maybe just a bit surprised,” Harry reasons, his thumb dragging along her bottom lip before he is kissing her once more like he can’t help it.

-

Anne starts to get suspicious almost instantly, call it a motherly instinct but YN seems a bit flighty and Harry is overcompensating by being way too friendly to Gemma.

When Anne suggests they take a swim in the lake before dinner, YN refuses nearly instantly, and says didn’t feel up to it after the travel.

Gemma catches it when Harry’s hand subconsciously gravitates towards YN’s stomach multiple times before he’s quickly moving it to her hip instead.

As Anne lays out the spread of food, hamburgers and hotdogs from the grill, YN is nearly melted into Harry’s side - trying to get as close as possible.

YN is barely pecking at her pasta salad that Anne made just because she loves it so much usually but obviously not right now.

“Is everything okay?” Anne finally ventures, putting her wine glass down and looking seriously between the two.

“Mum,” Harry cuts in, dropping his hamburger back onto his plate, “YN and I have something we would like to tell you.”

“Oh my goodness, did you propose?” Anne smiles widely, she knows that Harry had been discussing it since after their first date.

“Er, I did,” Harry rubs the back of his neck before taking a deep breathe and spitting it out, “I proposed about two months ago.”

YN feels her heart drop into her stomach already when Anne and Gemma’s face drops.

“We got married two weeks ago,” Harry continues, his voice wavering like it normally never done, his hand squeezing YN’s thigh in an attempt to reassure her.

“You…? I’m so confused, Harry,” Anne replies carefully, trying to keep her expression neutral to hide the shock.

“We’re pregnant,” Harry tells them, “We found out about two months ago, right after we came home from Miami. I proposed and we got married two weeks ago at the city courthouse.”

Anne’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, Gemma’s mouth is literally gaped open in blatant shock.

Anne is a good mother though, so she tapers down the hurt from not being included and nearly whispers to YN, “You’re pregnant?”

YN is tearful, nodding as water bubbles in her eyes.

“You’re too young,” Gemma mumbles with a furrowed brow, “What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

She then tacks on, “S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

Harry’s heart shatters for his wife when she bursts out in tears at the accusation.

It was untrue, hurtful, disgusting.

“Gemma, enough,” Anne orders with extreme firmness, disappointment lacing her tone because of whatever her daughter had the nerve to say, “You do not get to just sa-“

Harry’s rage is already at a ten, he’s pushing himself away from the table - unbothered when his drink toppled over and spills down Gemma’s shirt.

“The fuckin’ nerve you have,” Harry laughs in disbelief at his normally supportive sister, “How fuckin’ dare you speak to my wife like that.”

If YN wasn’t so distraught she would have basked in the usage of wife but right now she didn’t feel like she could catch a breath.

“We’re leaving,” He announces in a tight, rumbling voice as he helps YN by pulling her chair out and his full instinct right now is to protect his wife and his baby.

“Harry, we can work this out,” Anne interjects, upset and tearful herself, she didn’t want to watch her children come at each other like this, “You were planning on staying for three days.”

“And I’ll find us a hotel,” He argues before he’s giving his sister one more dirty look, he’s handing YN the car keys and murmurs, “Go to the car, I’ll be out in a mo’.”

YN nods, sheepishly giving everyone a wave before quickly leaving the room - they all are silent until the front door closes.

“Listen, I’ve let you talk to me like that for way too long,” Harry tells his sister seriously, “And it’s not going to happen anymore. I will not allow you to talk to my wife like that.”

Gemma scoffs, picking at her nails like she’s unbothered, “Wife? We get it Harry, you’re married. How much did she have to pressure you to propose? Was it before or after she “accidentally” got pregnant”

Harry could tell her how he got down on one knee as soon as she told him that she was pregnant - how much surprise had crossed YN’s face at it.

“Do you not realize it takes two to make a baby, Gemma?” Harry knows he’s raising his voice, “Explain to me how it’s solely her responsibility that she’s pregnant? Because last time I check, she’s pregnant because of me.”

“Enough!” Anne finally shouts, at her wits end with her two children as she slams her hand on the table to stop the argument.

“If you don’t get your fuckin’ head on right, you’re not going to be involved in my child’s life,” Harry tells her, it wasn’t an empty threat, “Because YN and my baby are my top priority now.”

With that, Harry’s turning on his heel, and storming out the front door - making sure it rattles on its hinges as he leaves.

Harry makes his way out to their rented SUV, opening the passenger side door, and pulling YN into the tightest hug he can muster, “I am so sorry, sweet girl.”

YN is sobbing into his chest, her whole body shaking as she tries to be speak, “I di-didn’t purposefully get preg-pregnant. I would never try to trap you.”

Harry knows that YN is trying to talk through it because being accused of that had never even crossed her mind.

“Listen to me,” Harry says seriously, tilting her chin up and meeting her watery eyes, “I never ever thought that. We both knew you weren’t being consistent with your pills that week. I knew there was a chance and if I would have been concerned, I would have wore a condom and I didn’t. You are not the only one responsible for this pregnancy.”

“I just want to go home,” YN replies quietly, glancing towards the floor with sadness and disappointment interwoven between her words.

“I’ll change the flight to tomorrow, we’ll stay in a hotel tonight, and the go home, okay?” Harry reassures her, wiping the tears from her cheeks, “I love you, more than anything. Please forgive me.”

YN’s eyes meet his once again, confused, “Forgive you? You did nothing wrong and your family was right to question me.”

“No, they were not bloody right to question you,” Harry argues softly, hands moving down to cradle her belly, “They had no business asking us about why you got pregnant. Let’s get you to a hotel, just want to run you a nice bath and hold you.”

“I love you,” YN sniffles, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Best husband ever, you know?”

“Now I’ve really got to get you there, you know every time you call me your husband - I get so fucking hard,” He smirks wolfishly, breaking the tension and making his wife giggle.

-

Harry finds a really nice hotel by the airport, it still is hard to remember that he, well they, have money to stay at places that aren’t just a single room, cheap stay but a top floor with a sitting room, kitchenette, balcony.

He’s easily recognizable and they were more than happy to find him a room despite their sign saying ‘no walk-ins.’

Harry waste no time in dropping their bags and finding the bathroom to begin fill the massive tub with water.

YN trails in, the steam and sweet smell of the vanilla body wash he splashed in to make bubbles, it makes her want to moan with relief from the aches in her body from traveling while pregnant.

“C’mon, show me,” Harry encourages raspily when she trails in but he’s already coming over to help remove her clothes.

He just admires her once she’s bare, looks her up and down, and just groans before his hands and mouth are on her, “Fuckin’ hell, darling. There’s nothing on this earth more beautiful than you all plump and full of my baby.”

“H,” YN whines in return when his lips find her sensitive nipples, they’d gotten so much more since her pregnancy, “Too much,” YN squeaks at one point when he nips with his teeth.

Harry pulls back with a mocking little pout, thumbing over the bud in apology, “S’too much? So sensitive now that you’re carrying my baby, huh?”

“Mm,” She replies noncommittally, her hand coming to push on his shoulder to get him lower and he looks up at her with a cheeky smile.

“What do you want? Can’t give it to you unless you tell me,” Harry teases like a brat, it’s obvious how painfully he’s hard in his tight briefs.

“Harry,” YN responds reproachfully, not in the mood for the teasing as she digs her nails in a bit in warning as she gives him a look.

“Okay, m’sorry,” He coos sweetly, understanding that she’s not in a playful mood as he squats down and murmurs, “Hi bubba, s’your daddy. Being good for your mama in there, hm?”

YN is smiling down at the interaction until her mind flashes back to earlier

“You’re too young.”

“What kind of scheme is this? Are you trying to trap him?”

“S’what it sounds like to me. How on earth would Harry want a baby at twenty-one?”

YN feels her stomach lurch before she’s taking a step back from her husband and turning to the toilet to empty her stomach.

“Whoa, sweetheart,” Harry replies in alarm, moving to hold her hair back and a hand coming to massage her shoulder blades, “Breathe, s’okay.”

YN has tears streaming down her cheeks when she flushes and closes the lid, her chest heaving a bit faster than usual.

“It-it’s not okay. I’m the reason your in a bad place with your family. I-I never want to come between you and them,” YN sniffles, allowing Harry to guide her into now full tub with her and make sure she’s sat carefully.

Harry scootches in behind her, letting her lay back against his chest, and his hands instantly come to rest on her belly.

“The look of your m-mum and sister’s face when we told them. They looked devastated, like I’ve just ruined your whole life,” She adds in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to let herself panic too much.

“Please don’t cry, darling,” Harry begs softly, lips kissing across her shoulder blades, “Don’t listen to them. If they’re not happy for us, it doesn’t matter. We are happy. I want you, I want this baby. I want it more than anything. You don’t know how much I want this. I-I never thought I’d have it.”

-

Harry was at a frat party, a group of girls flacked around him and his friends but most of them only had eyes for the star of the show.

They were joking about blowjobs of all things, not Harry but the other guys, and all the girls were batting their lashes.

“I’d have no problem taking Harry upstairs and showing off my skills,” A pretty brunette smiles widely at him, her hand coming to squeeze at his bicep.

The group of boys was hooting and hollering at the offer, nudging him with their elbows, and pushing him into the girl who took that as an opportunity to begin kissing his neck.

Logically, Harry knows that he should want this. He knows that he should want to go upstairs and get his rocks off with a pretty girl but he didn’t, he didn’t have any desire to do that.

He was broken.

And when he gently shoves her off and says, “I’m good. Anyone else need another beer?”

Chase, the first base player, makes a offended noise and chuckles, “Are you gay or somethin’ Styles?”

The group laughs.

Everyone except Harry and Niall.

Niall interrupts by saying, “No everyone is a sleaze like you, Chase. Wasn’t your first kiss your cousin?” Before he’s wrapping his arm around Harrys neck and saying, “I could use another Budweiser.”

Harry doesn’t know why he feels like he wants to cry but he does, he manages to escape the party, and go up to his room.

If he can’t let some cute girl into his bed, how’s he every going to find someone to be with and have a family.

Harry wondered whether baseball was all he was ever going to have.

-

“Don’t you cry too,” YN giggles, bringing Harry back from his flashback, “We can’t both be crying.”

“We can,” Harry chuckles throatily, lips pressing against her neck, “I wished and wished for you and I found you. My soulmate, meant for me, meant to be my wife, and meant to have my babies.”

“You and the bub are the most important thing to me. Just because I’m twenty-one doesn’t mean that I don’t want this. I’ve never been happier, married to you, and I am so in love with our baby we haven’t even met yet.”

YN brings up his hand to kiss his palm then laying it back on her belly, “You’re going to be the best daddy on this earth. I just want your mom and sister to be involved in his life too even if they don’t want to talk to me.”

“If they don’t respect you, they won’t be involved. My mum is just confused but Gemma, I don’t know why she reacted like that. I expected more of her,” Harry murmurs matter-of-fact.

“Babies,” YN repeats from earlier.

“Hmm?” He replies, lost in thought.

“You said I’m meant to have your babies, plural.”

Harry laughs loudly, teeth biting playfully into her skin before his hands are moving up to twist at her nipples, “You’re funny. Don’t act like I won’t want to put more on you after this. Gonna make you a mama, hm? How many kids two, three? As many as you let me give you.”

YN let’s her head drop back against his shoulder when one hand moves down between her thighs, while the other still is pinching and massaging her nipples.

She lets out a satisfied moan when his fingers tuck between her folds and begin to rub at her puffy clit - her legs trying to spread as far as possible in the tub.

“Fuck,” YN whimpers happily, squirming a bit as he gives her relentless pressure in her bud with skill, “Don’t know how you’re so good at making me come.”

Cue his cock twitching at that.

“S’cause I was made to please your perfect body, your pretty nipples, this belly, your cunt makes my mouth-water,” Harry nearly growls with how low his tone gets as her legs start to quiver with the oncoming pleasure.

“H,” YN gasps when it barrels through her body, thighs trying to squeeze shut, trapping his hand but his other holds them open, “It-it’s good.”

When she finally comes down, Harry is cocky as he always is, “You look so gorgeous when your coming because of me. Fuckin’ hell.”

YN manages to reach her arm around, fingers wrapping around his length, and it only embarrassingly takes a few pumps for Harry to find his own end.

“Shut up,” He whines when she snickers at him, pinching her nipple once more meanly, “Can’t help it, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.”

-

It’s pretty early in the morning when there’s a knock of the hotel room door, the two were already awake and cuddling in bed still - Harry had went down to where they serve breakfast to get her a glass of apple juice and had gotten bombarded with fans.

“Did you order room service?” YN asks curiously as the knock echos through their room.

“No, I hope it’s not some fan who thought it’d be a good idea to come up here,” Harry replies tersely, tugging back on his pair of shorts before swinging up the door.

It was Gemma and Anne.

Harry just gives them a look, biting the side of his mouth before very calmly saying, “If you’re here to stir up more drama, no thank you. You already gave my wife enough stress last night and I won’t tolerate anymore.”

Gemma’s a bit ready as she shakes her head, “I’m not. I came to apologize. I drank way too much last night and that’s not an excuse, I’m sorry.”

Harry begrudgingly let’s them in, “I’ll go get YN.”

He steps back into their bedroom, she’s still sipping on her apple juice in just a loose, lace nightie that accentuates the curve of her breasts.

“It’s my mum and Gemma,” Harry tells her softly, bending over to snatch up a shirt and leggings for her to pull on, “Gemma wants to apologize. It’s up to you whether you want to see her or not. I’m not pressuring you either way.”

“No, it’s okay,” YN replies a bit nervously, letting Harry help her change into appropriate clothes before she’s throwing her hair up in a bun and stepping into the living area.

Anne and Gemma both have gift bags in their hands, setting them on the table, and there’s a moment of awkward silence.

“I am so sorry for the way I acted,” Gemma blurts out with tears already forming in her eyes, “It was uncalled for and out of line.”

YN stands their quietly for a moment before nodding, “I accept your apology. However, I can inform you both that even though the baby was not planned, we are very much both excited to be parents.”

Anne steps forward and wraps YN in a hug, warm and soft, and murmuring, “I can’t believe I’m going to have a grandbaby.”

Gemma could clearly hear in YN’s tone that she was not fully forgiven, she tried again, “I-It had nothing to do with you, you know? It’s just that my brother just signed a multi-million dollar contract, just graduated college, and has his whole life ahead oh him. A baby…well that’s roadbump.”

YN grits her teeth, shifting into mama bear mode as she cradles her stomach protectively, “My baby is not a roadbump in our life. How dare you say that to us.”

Harry has rage boiling inside his stomach, watching his wife get riled up, and he tells Gemma, “You don’t control my life. I knew YN wasn’t taking her birth control consistently and I still decided to not use a condom. Happy you know the details now?”

YN is quiet but firm when she says, “I’d like some alone time now. Goodbye Anne,” before she’s turning on her heel back to their bedroom.

“Gemma,” Harry bites out in anger, “I think it’s best if we kept our distance for awhile. I can’t have you continuously upsetting my wife. If you’re not going to support us then you need to back the fuck off.”

“So you choose your wife over me?” Gemma scoffs in disbelief as Anne just lets her children figure it out themselves - her mouth in a tight line of disapproval and irritation.

“Yes. It’s my duty to protect her and our baby. It’s my job. Mum, I’m sorry but we need to catch up another day,” Harry gives her a kiss on the cheek before glaring at his sister, “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

When Harry is making his way back to the bedroom, he’s disappointed himself, and he feels like he’s about to cry but he has to stay strong for YN.

She’s not crying like he had expected though, she had flipped on the television and shimmied out of her leggings to resume her comfortable position on the bed - a hand rubbing her belly.

Harry crawls back on the bed too, instantly pushing her shirt up under her breasts and smattering soft kisses all over her somewhat taut skin.

YN is alarmed when she feels teardrops on her stomach, moving to tilt Harry’s head up, and frowning when she sees his face.

“Oh honey,” She titters as she wipes his cheeks with her thumbs, “Don’t cry, my love.”

“I just wanted them to be happy for us. I mean my mum was but Gemma just fuckin’ ruined the announcement for us twice!” Harry huffs out loudly, knuckling at his eye, “Just was looking forward to having that special moment with my mum. She’s so fucking selfish.”

“H, we can deal with it another day. It’s not the time to try to solve the issue when we’re upset,” YN reminds him pulling him up until he’s carefully resting his weight on her, “Right now, it’s just us. And that’s all that matters.”

“It really fucking is all that matters.”

-

YN can’t stand to see Harry heartbroken, he lays down for a nap after their breakfast, and he’s seems low - in a stupor as he shuffles under the blankets.

She calls up Anne, just Anne, and asks her to come back over because she has a plan to make this all better (or try to mend the situation a bit).

YN orders lunch, sets it up nicely in the living room, and welcomes Anne in - she’s gonna wake him up but he must hear the commotion and comes sauntering out in his low-slung shorts.

“Wha’s going on?” Harry mumbles with a frown, he glances around and notices that Gemma isn’t accompanying them.

“Come eat,” YN pats the couch next to her.

After they’re finished filling their plates, YN starts by saying, “Anne, we have an announcement to make.”

Anne’s eyes go wide in faux surprise but she is smiling softly, putting down her fork and knife, and looking at both of them intently.

“H, do you want to tell her?” YN nudges him as he glances between the two of them in confusion, YN nods toward her stomach, and Harry catches on.

God, he loves his wife.

“Mum,” Harry shutters a bit, pushing his plate back, “YN and I are pregnant. The baby is due in January and we-we couldn’t be happier.”

Anne stands up, rounding the table and pulls Harry in to a hug, cradling his head, and stroking his hair, whispering, “I am so happy for you two, my sweet boy. I know you’re going to be the most amazing father.”

Harry is sniffling, seeming like a little boy in his mum’s arms as he asks, “You’re happy for us?”

Anne chuckles, pinching his cheek, “Don’t be silly. Of course, I am. You two are adults. You have a funds and ability to care for the baby. I couldn’t be more thrilled for both of you. But you, H, will always be my baby.”