#Solo Harry

[harrywavycurly]

Worth the Fight: A Harry Styles Series

Summary: A one night stand turns into more than you bargain for when you find yourself pregnant after drunkenly hooking up with Harry Styles after a few too many rounds at a karaoke bar. You don't really know him and he doesn't know a lot about you minus the fact your cat really just doesn't like him, but the one thing you quickly learn is boy can you two argue. This series is all about how you and Harry navigate going from strangers to soon to be parents all while trying not to kill each other in the process and maybe see what these weird feelings that develop along the way are all about.✨

Pairing: Harry Styles x pregnant!reader

Trope: Enemies to lovers (with a twist because it's like lovers to enemies back to lovers?), slow burn baby so buckle up.

CW: Mentions of a lot pregnancy/baby things, language, Harry's a bit of a dick, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, angst.

Tag List: Open just let me know if you'd like on it.

Story Type: This series is a mixture of texts and one shots, I think it'll be fun to see a a good mix!

Extras: Here

Update Schedule: Once A Week✨

Part 1: Late for What?

Part 2: City of Love

Part 3: Reviews

Part 4: A Little Treat

Part 5: Mr. Popular

Part 6: Places of Peace

Part 7: Swoon Worthy

Part 8: Good Hands

Part 9: Civil extra: Harry’s convo with Niall here

Part 10: Smells Good

Part 11: Bad Energy

Part 12: It’s Just Cake

Part 13: Comes in Waves

Part 14: I’m Just a Librarian

Part 15: Don’t Ruin It

Part 16: Hand Flex

Part 17: If I Was A Worm?

[nickistuffs]

Teasing and Warm Embraces

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: Pastries and endless cuddles turns into playful teasing as Y/N clings to Harry

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None. just fluff

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

You and Harry hadn’t been able to meet up the other day, but while scrolling through one of his fan sites, you came across a video of him out with a friend. The first thing that crossed your mind—aside from how weird it was that someone had secretly filmed your boyfriend during a private conversation—was just how cozy he looked. Wrapped up in his puffer jacket, slightly hunched against the cold, he looked like the definition of warmth and comfort.

You couldn’t help but smile, your heart swelling with affection. All you wanted in that moment was to cuddle up with him, bury your face in his chest, and let his arms wrap around you, keeping you safe in his embrace.

"So cute," you murmured to yourself, grinning at the thought.

Just then, your phone buzzed with a notification.

Harry ☺️: Y/N, got us some pastries! I’ll be over in 20 mins. See you 😍🥐

Your smile widened as you quickly typed back.

Y/N 😗: Okie! Be safe on the road. 🫡😗

Harry ☺️: 😌👌

Setting your phone down, you stared up at the ceiling, still thinking about that video. The way Harry looked all bundled up in his puffer jacket reminded you so much of Snoopy—soft, round, and utterly huggable. You let out a little laugh, recalling the memes fans had already made comparing him to the beloved cartoon dog. They weren’t wrong.

You could already picture him showing up at your door, a bag of pastries in hand, his cheeks slightly pink from the cold, and that familiar smile lighting up his face. The thought alone made your heart flutter.

Moments like this made you realize just how much you loved him.

After watching the video and giggling over the Snoopy memes, you decided to change Harry’s caller ID photo. He called you often, and with people occasionally snooping through your phone, it felt better to have something more subtle—just in case.

Just as you finished, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. You didn’t even hesitate, rushing to open it.

The moment Harry stood before you, bundled up in his puffer jacket, cheeks rosy from the cold, you couldn’t hold back. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss that made him stumble back a step.

"Oof—" he chuckled against your lips, steadying himself. "I see I was missed."

You hummed in response, still holding onto him tightly. "Hi, love. Sorry I didn’t see you yesterday," he murmured softly.

"It’s fine. You’re here now." You refused to let go, your arms staying firmly wrapped around him.

Harry quickly caught on that you had no plans of releasing him anytime soon, so with a small laugh, he adjusted his grip, waddling both of you inside while still holding you close. He managed to drop the bag of pastries onto the nearest table before wrapping his arms around you properly.

"Hi," he whispered, pressing his face into the crook of your neck.

You sighed happily, doing the same, inhaling his familiar scent. The two of you swayed gently, neither wanting to let go just yet. The warmth of his embrace, the soft fabric of his jacket against your skin—it was perfect.

"You are so cute, Harry."

He tensed for a moment before burying his face deeper into your shoulder, the tips of his ears turning pink. "Thank you… You’re cute as well, Y/N."

You smiled against him, feeling his warmth seep into you. This was all you needed.

After a few more moments of peaceful swaying, Harry pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes soft with affection. His hands rested at your waist, thumbs tracing small circles against your sweater.

"So… did you eat yet?" he asked, tilting his head.

You shook your head. "Was waiting for you."

Harry's lips curled into a smile. "Good thing I brought pastries, then."

Reluctantly, you let him go as he grabbed the paper bag and walked toward your kitchen. You trailed after him, watching as he unpacked the treats—flaky croissants, a couple of fruit danishes, and a cinnamon roll that you were sure he had picked just for you.

He handed you the cinnamon roll with a knowing smirk. "Figured you'd want this one."

You gasped dramatically. "You do love me."

Harry chuckled, bumping his hip against yours playfully. "Took you this long to figure that out?"

Grinning, you took a bite, the warm cinnamon melting in your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum, making Harry watch you with a fond expression before he picked up his own croissant and leaned against the counter.

As you both ate in comfortable silence, you pulled out your phone, showing him the Snoopy meme that had made you laugh earlier.

"By the way, look at this—it's you."

Harry wiped his fingers on a napkin before taking your phone. The moment he saw the side-by-side comparison of himself in his puffer jacket and Snoopy, his mouth fell open.

"No way." He let out a disbelieving laugh. "I don't look like that."

You burst into laughter. "You do! Look at the stance! The shape! The absolute coziness!"

Harry groaned, shaking his head with a smile. "My own girlfriend bullying me... unbelievable."

"It’s not bullying, it’s appreciation." You poked his cheek. "I love cozy Harry."

He sighed dramatically but couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across his face. "Fine. If you love cozy Harry so much, you should be honored to receive—" before you could react, he lunged forward, wrapping you in his puffer-jacket-covered arms and smothering you against his chest.

You shrieked, laughing as he dramatically wobbled side to side, squeezing you tighter. "I take it back! I take it back—you're too warm!"

Harry only held you tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "Nope. You're stuck with me now."

You sighed in defeat, but in reality, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

After the playful attack of cozy Harry, you both finally settled down at the kitchen table, snacking on the pastries he brought. The warmth of the tea in your hands and the comforting presence of Harry beside you made everything feel even cozier.

Harry took a slow sip of his tea, then smirked as he reached for his phone. "By the way, Y/N… you say I look like Snoopy, but you look like this."

He turned his screen toward you, revealing a picture of Mei Mei and Abby from Turning Red—one of them clinging onto the other like an overly affectionate koala.

Your jaw dropped. "Excuse me?"

Harry burst into laughter. "It's literally you! Look—" he zoomed in, pointing. "The way you latch onto me like a koala? Check. The round, squishable cheeks? Also, check."

You narrowed your eyes at him, but before you could protest, he gently pinched your cheeks.

"So cute and round, I wanna bite them," he teased, tugging at them playfully.

You swatted his hands away, dramatically rubbing your cheeks. "Well, if I’m Abby, then you’re Snoopy!"

Harry gasped, feigning offense. "I am not—"

"Oh, you are," you cut him off, grabbing your phone and quickly pulling up the meme again. "Look at the resemblance! You are my Snoopy, and I am Abby. Case closed."

Harry groaned, shaking his head, but the wide grin on his face betrayed him. "I can’t believe I’m dating a gremlin."

"You love it."

"Unfortunately, I do." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before mumbling, "My little cutie."

You tried to fight the smile spreading across your face but failed miserably. With a satisfied sip of your tea, you knew one thing for sure—this was your kind of perfect.

...

I live for the puffer jacket =)

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Nobody's home

.

[zouisforya]

why can't billionaires do something useful like bringing one direction back together

[harrystylesgallery]

[harrywavycurly]

The Almost Bumble Fumble: Impressed

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @georgiarose94

A/N: This is just some fun fluffy goodness that popped into my head the other day! I have a part 2 in mind if y’all want it? Enjoy!

Summary: Harry Styles shows up on your dating app and you’re convinced it’s not really him✨

Harry only has one reason why he finally caved and downloaded the bright yellow dating app, he likes the fact he can’t be the one to message anyone he matches with first. It takes some of the pressure off of him because it’s hard to think of an opening line that is catchy and engaging enough to actually make the other person respond, and while he may be a talented songwriter he is absolutely horrible at trying to be witty and flirty through a screen and over texts. So not having to worry about reaching out first allows him to just sit and wait to see if anyone is actually interested enough in him to send him a message and so far, much to his disappointment and only a slight blow to his ego he hasn’t gotten more than a few random hellos.

Even though he hasn’t gotten the kind of response he thought he would since he downloaded the app just a few days ago, he still finds himself checking it a few times a day and that’s exactly what he’s doing now as he gets comfortable on his couch with a glass of wine in his hand. He scrolls through a few profiles and doesn’t swipe right or hit the heart button on any of them until he lands on one that seems interesting. Your profile picture is of you grinning as you stare at a piece of what he thinks is cake that’s on a plate in front of you that has a candle in it, there’s a little caption under it that says “if you can make me smile the way this cake did, you’re a keeper” and he chuckles to himself as he continues further down your profile. The most important thing he likes to look at on people’s profile is what they’re looking for on the app, because Harry knows he’s ready for a relationship and he isn’t trying to have his time wasted nor waste anyone else’s if he knows they aren’t looking for the same thing in the end.

He feels a smile tug at the corners of his mouth when he sees your response to that prompt if the exact same as his, looking for something long term. Harry takes a sip of his wine as he looks through the photos you posted on your profile, enjoying the tiny look at what you do for fun since you have a few photos at concerts and other events such as the classic group photo during a girls night out but the one that sticks with Harry the most is of you sitting on a couch with a glass of wine and a book in your hand that someone took while you weren’t looking or at least that’s how it appears. When he reaches the end of your profile he doesn’t give himself a moment to overthink it he simply swipes right and continues on his scroll through the app trying not to get too anxious as he waits to see if you’ll match with him and find him interesting enough to message.

After a few more minutes of scrolling he lets out a sigh before he takes a rather large sip of wine, just when he’s ready to call it a night and leave the silly little dating app he sees that he has a new message. He quirks an eyebrow as he goes to his messages and he can’t help the grin that takes over his face when he sees it’s from you, meaning you have to be online now since he just swiped on you not even ten minutes ago and you’ve already sent him a message.

Now what Harry isn’t prepared for is what your message says, having only gotten the different variations of Hello so far as opening lines so when he opens your message the laugh that escapes him is genuine and he feels as if you just sent him a one liner you’d possibly use on him if you saw him at a bar and wanted to start a conversation with him. He reads the message again and shakes his head as he chuckles to himself while also feeling a bit of an inflation to his ego because your opening line is tailored to him, it’s something that you wouldn’t be able to use on just anyone. Because even if they were an obvious One Direction fan it would be very risky because they might not know the lyrics to the song and be extremely confused.

“If the room was burning, would you really not notice?”

He finds himself instantly replying and when he hits send he suddenly starts to get nervous that maybe he should’ve waited a bit to reply so he doesn’t seem too eager and possibly scare you off before he can even really get to know you. But it’s too late now, so he just sips his wine and stares at the small screen in his hand.

“Honestly I don’t think I would. My mind would be too preoccupied by someone and their ability to tell little fibs.”

When he sees a new message appear beneath his he lets out a small sigh of relief because already this is the longest conversation he’s had on this app so far.

“Right well thank goodness you’re fireproof.”

He quickly replies to you and waits with a new feeling of excitement brewing in his tummy to see what you’re going to say next. But he can’t help but wonder how long you can keep this up, he will happily play along because he doesn’t want to be the one to change the subject and possibly ruin the mood.

“Exactly. I’m also very good at finding my way through dark places as well.”

Luckily for him he doesn’t have to wait very long and your response has him laughing and he’s grateful that he lives alone so no one can walk into his living room and ask him what he’s laughing at while cuddled up in the corner of his couch.

“Oh does that mean you’re not scared of the dark? Because if you are that’s okay I won’t let anything get to you and drag you down.”

He is typing out his reply and hitting send before he can even fully lean over and put his empty wine glass down on the table.

“That’s lovely of you to say but no I’m not scared of the dark. Not even a little bit. The only thing I get a little unsettled about is how quickly the night can change.”

As Harry waits to see what you’ll say he can’t stop his mind from wondering if there’s a possibility you’re doing something similar right now, sitting comfortably on your couch or maybe in bed smiling and laughing at your phone like an idiot. Because surely it can’t just be him that’s enjoying how easy the conversation is flowing, regardless of how silly it may be.

You read the latest message from this “Harry” person and laugh at how he goes about avoiding the exact lyrics of the song night changes, you quickly type out a reply so you don’t have to keep him waiting for too long.

“It does change fast doesn’t it? I’ve always thought it was a bit rude how everything you’re dreaming about is just is gone in the morning.”

After hitting send you reach over to your nightstand and grab your glass of wine and take a sip as you go back to visit his profile. You narrow your eyes as you bring the screen a little closer to your face as you scroll down to the few photos he’s chosen, most of which are also on his Instagram so you don’t let the thought that you’re talking to the actual Harry Styles cross your mind. Especially since a lot of the information needed to make a profile on the dating app the two of you are currently messaging on is very accessible, it’s just a simple scroll through Google. The only thing that makes you quirk a brow is one photo he has at the very end of his profile, it’s a photo of him sitting at a table with a smile on his face while holding a glass of wine and it’s one you’ve never seen before but that also doesn’t mean anything because there’s tons of photos and videos of Harry you haven’t seen.

When you saw you matched with him you couldn’t stop yourself from instantly messaging him, because even though you know it’s just someone using Harry’s photos to get attention you figure you might as well have some harmless fun. You know eventually you’ll decide to move on and maybe report his account depending on how weird he gets. You’re brought back to the moment when you see you have a new message, you take another sip of your wine as you read what he wrote.

“It’s very rude but there is something that even the night can’t change. Do you know what that is?”

You bite down on your bottom lip as you read the message and you get an odd feeling this person might be trying to flirt with you because the next line of the song he’s talking about is a rather romantic one, but then again you can’t really be sure. You take this moment to test the waters a bit as you type out your reply and hit send before you can second guess yourself and delete it.

“It’s you and I right? Because nothing can separate us?”

You know you’re going to have to casually change the subject soon but you can’t help but want to see just how long the two of you can keep indirectly quoting One Direction songs in a way that has ended up with the two of you in a rather pointless conversation. You feel your cheeks get warm when you read his reply, of course this Harry impersonator would send you lyrics to Stockholm Syndrome.

“Precisely. It’s safe to say you’ve got me tied down.”

You finish off your wine and place the empty glass on your nightstand before figuring out how exactly you want to reply. There’s a few ways you could go about this, but instead of going the obvious flirty route you choose to go for the comedic approach instead because that’s more of who you are anyway.

“I mean I can’t have you trying to escape the city and follow the sun now can I? Because that would just break my heart and I don’t even know where I’d go if that happened.”

You giggle to yourself as you scroll to the top of your messages and reread them, well aware that if anyone were to read them they’d be extremely confused. You also have to admit that this person is very well educated on their One Direction lyrics and you’re a bit impressed. When you get to the bottom you see “Harry” has replied and what he says makes you lean your head back and laugh as you drop your phone into your lap as you try to get yourself under control.

“I’d never try to escape because if your heart is broken and you’re just wondering around that makes me worry people will try to steal you away from me and I can’t have that. Not to mention I also have no clue where’d you go with a broken heart and I’m honestly so shit with directions so I’d be left with no choice but to walk around shouting your name.”

After a few moments you quickly type out a response and double tap his last message letting a red heart appear next to it so he knows you really enjoyed that creative use of lyrics from two songs.

“Walking around shouting my name? Absolutely not. Don’t embarrass me.”

Harry doesn’t even bother trying to hide his amusement at your message, enjoying how you managed to give him an easy way to go along with your subtle change of conversation since he notices a very obvious lack of song lyrics in your reply. And Harry being the romantic that he is finds this a great opportunity to ask something, and your answer will be one he might possibly tuck away in his mind to remember at a later date.

“Not one for big declarations of love then?”

As he waits for your reply Harry takes a moment to process the fact that even though the two of you haven’t even really had a true conversation he already can tell by your sense of humor that he’s going to enjoy getting to know you more, if you let him that is. When he sees your response he laughs and runs a hand through his hair with his hand that’s not holding his phone.

“I’ve never had anyone do a big declaration of love for me before so I’m not sure how I feel about them. What about you? Do you need a Jumbotron proposal during a sporting event or a billboard dedicated to how much I love your hands?”

Harry looks at his free hand and wonders if you’re being serious about loving his hands or if that’s just an example you picked to show him what you would be willing to write on a billboard about him. As he types out his reply his mind begins to think of things that could be considered big declarations of love or feelings that maybe you’d like, because even though he doesn’t know you he figures having some ideas on the back burner can’t hurt and who doesn’t like coming home to an outrageous amount of flowers or a maybe even having the radio play nothing but your favorite songs for a whole day.

“I am open to all types of declarations of love. Big, small, handwritten or painted on a billboard. I’m not picky.”

Now only part of that statement is a lie, Harry truly does enjoy any type of declaration of love that his significant other is willing to give him but he is a tiny bit picky. But that’s something to discuss at a later date, because it doesn’t really have anything to do with what the two of you are discussing now, he’s picky about other things but not how someone is willing to tell him their feelings about him. As Harry is getting up and grabbing his empty wine glass off his coffee table and heading into the kitchen he gets an odd notification at the bottom of the message thread between the two of you.

*accept video chat*

But before he can even hit accept or decline the message is gone and he sees you’ve typed out a quick little explanation.

“Oh god I’m sorry! Finger slipped and hit the video chat button! Sorry!”

He quirks a brow as he scrolls to the top of the messages and sees what looks like a FaceTime icon near the corner. Having not noticed it before he becomes curious and maybe it’s the wine or maybe it’s just that he’s interested in you and thinks this is a smart way to “meet” for the first time to get a better feeling of if the two of you actually can hold a conversation or not but either way Harry is typing out a quick message and hitting send before entering his kitchen.

“It’s okay. I didn’t know it was an option, I’m fine with a video chat if you are?”

You stare at his message for a solid thirty seconds before you even blink, not knowing why on earth this person would want to video chat with you when you know they aren’t Harry Styles. It’s going to be awkward and embarrassing, for them of course not for you because you already know you haven’t been talking to the tall tattooed international superstar but maybe this is for the best so you can tell whoever it is how impressed with their One Direction song lyric knowledge you are. And maybe, just maybe you’ll still find whoever it is attractive and it won’t be a total bummer of a Friday night. So against your better judgement you send him a simple response before you climb out of bed and head for the kitchen to refill your wine.

“Sure!”

You catch your reflection in the door of your microwave and instantly place your phone on the counter next to your fridge so you can adjust the monstrosity that is your messy bun. Once that’s as good as it’s going to get you look down at your faded band t shirt and decide that it’s good enough for whoever it is that’s about to video chat you, it’s after nine at night on a Friday after all so in your mind them seeing you like this is just preparing them for what they can expect in the future. As you’re reaching for your bottle of wine you see a new notification appear on your screen and you feel nervous as you pick your phone up.

*Accept video chat from Harry Styles*

You hit accept and the screen goes black before suddenly you’re looking at someone’s ceiling and you squint your eyes and bring the phone closer to your face as what appears to be half a forearm comes into view.

“Sorry love it seems I’ve dropped you.” You feel your heart begin to beat so fast you’re afraid it’s going to explode as a British accent comes from the phone, you swear it sounds exactly like Harry’s but you simply shake your head at that idea because there’s no way he’s on the other end of this call.

“Oh wow you sound just like-”

“I sound just like who?” Harry asks as he finally comes into view after he picks the phone up from where he accidentally dropped it on his counter while trying to open his wine bottle one handed. Your eyes go a bit wide as you move your phone away from your face, you feel your cheeks get hot and out of pure panic you place your phone against your wine bottle and put both hands over your face making Harry raise an eyebrow at you.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re Harry Styles.” You mumble into your hands but Harry hears you just fine making him chuckle as he pours some wine into his glass. “You weren’t supposed to actually be Harry Styles.” You explain as you spread your fingers allowing you to get a small look at Harry through the gaps, it’s almost unfair how much better he looks while taking up your phone screen than he does in his photos.

“Who was I supposed to be?” He questions as he grabs his phone and his wine glass and heads back into his living room.

“Some weirdo just acting like you to get attention on a dating app.” Harry doesn’t quite like that answer, he doesn’t like the idea of someone pretending to be him just to get attention and possibly hurt people in the process.

“Do people really do that? Pretend to be me on things like this?” You just shrug as you slowly lower your hands from your face and Harry is glad he’s already sitting down because even with your pink cheeks and distraught look in your still slightly wide eyes he can’t get over how pretty you are.

“I’m not sure? You’re actually the first Harry Styles I’ve ever come across but I mean I just-I didn’t think it was really you.” You admit with a laugh as you reach and grab your phone so you can get to your wine bottle, deciding you now more than ever need to refill your glass.

“Are you disappointed it’s really me and not some random weirdo?” He watches you raise an eyebrow and make a humming noise as if you really have to think about it before answering him.

“Honestly I’m relieved it’s actually you because if it wasn’t then I would’ve had to tell a random person how impressed I was with their One Direction knowledge.” You answer after you fill your glass up with wine, Harry chuckles as you make a face of disgust at the mention of telling someone you were impressed with them. “But since it’s you-”

“Oh are you saying you’re not impressed with my One Direction knowledge?” He says in mock offense as he watches you walk through what he can only assume is your kitchen based on the oven he sees in the background.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.” You answer without any hesitation and Harry’s face breaks out into a wide grin because the look you give him is one that tells him he should’ve known that was going to be your answer.

“Well I’m quite impressed with your knowledge and your opening message was-”

“Oh god.” You say with a groan as you head into the living room, your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you take a seat on your couch making Harry give you a soft smile to try to help ease your clear embarrassment of what you sent him because he thought it was great.

“Don’t feel embarrassed love.” He quietly clears his throat and takes a sip of his wine after the petname accidentally slips out of his mouth. “I thought it was brilliant that’s why I responded and kept it going.” He explains making you smile and it’s not until this very moment do the two of you really sit and look each other in the eyes and Harry feels his own cheeks get a little warm as you stare at him through the phone.

“You’re really pretty.” Harry laughs and runs a hand through his hair as you blink a few times and realize what you just said out loud.

“You’re really pretty as well.” He says with only a small hint of nervousness evident in his voice because he doesn’t want to come across overly flirty but he also doesn’t see the harm in telling you the truth, you are very pretty.

“Thank you.” You smile and get comfortable on your couch. “I guess it’s good to get all this embarrassing and awkwardness out of the way now right?” Harry just nods and smiles at your choice of words, giving him some hope that you’ll want to maybe do this again or possibly meet up in person if you feel comfortable enough.

“Exactly.” Is all he says with a grin making you return his smile as you sink into your couch and toss a blanket over your legs to get comfortable because something tells you that you’re about to be on the phone with Harry for a while and you don’t mind. You silently thank your lucky stars that you decided to message him when you saw he matched with you because you can’t imagine the level of regret you’d feel if you somehow found out you fumbled the opportunity to talk and possibly get to know Harry just because you thought it was a fake profile.

[nickistuffs]

Hello Again Pt. 1

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: This feels fated to meet again and again and again

Word Count: 3.07k

Warnings: None. It's It's just fluff and also a slow burn.

Read Chimed Encounters first to start before this one.

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

A ping from your email broke your concentration on work. You sighed, already assuming it was one of your manufacturers asking for yet another confirmation about a product you’d been working over for months. Without much thought, you clicked on the notification, ready to fire off a quick response.

To your surprise, the email wasn’t from a manufacturer—it was from Sam, your old friend and occasional collaborator. His subject line read: “Job Offer You Can’t Refuse.” Intrigued, you opened the email and quickly scanned its contents.

It seemed Sam had found you a project that piqued his interest—and yours. The pay was good, the timeline was tight, and the concept sounded straightforward.

You immediately picked up your phone and called him. No need for formalities; this was Sam, after all.

“Hey, Sam,” you said as soon as he answered, skipping any pleasantries. “What’s this mysterious job offer you’re dangling in front of me?”

“Oh, that.” He sounded smug, which only made you roll your eyes. “I’m under an NDA, so I can’t say too much, but it’s a pop-up store project. The whole thing needs to be modular and removable, so it can be packed up and relocated in two months. Easy, right? You in?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, I’m in! Sounds simple enough. Send over the contract and details, and I’ll get started.”

“I knew I could count on you,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the phone. “See you onsite, Y/N.” ...

The day of the meeting arrived, and you were ready—or so you thought.

Sam couldn’t make it and had entrusted you to lead the meeting solo, but you were used to working independently, so it wasn’t a problem. Dressed in a professional outfit that balanced comfort and confidence, you walked into the office where the meeting was being held.

As you glanced around at the product displays, your heart skipped a beat. You could already tell this was a high-profile client. Their products, branding, and visuals exuded quality and creativity.

As you tried to calm your nerves, the conference room door opened, and a group of people filed out.

A friendly woman approached you, pulling you back to reality.

“Hello, are you Ms. Y/N L/N?”

“Yes,” you replied with a polite smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I have a meeting with your visual merchandising manager.”

“Perfect, you’re our two o’clock appointment. Please come in.”

You stepped inside the sleek, minimalistic conference room and began setting up.

“Our lead designer just stepped out for a quick break,” the woman explained, handing you a water bottle. “They’ll be back in ten minutes and a few other designers. Is there anything else I can get you while you wait? Coffee?”

“Water is fine. Thank you,” you replied.

You opened your laptop, pulled up your notes and sketches, and jotted down a few ideas in your journal. You were mid-thought when the door opened behind you.

You turned, ready to greet whoever entered, but the words caught in your throat.

It was him. Harry Styles.

...

You both stared at each other, completely stunned. Of all the people you could run into at this meeting, it had to be him. You hadn’t seen Harry since your last encounter at Felice’s Café.

For a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down, your mind scrambling to process his presence. He looked just as effortlessly charming as you remembered, his warm green eyes flickering with recognition and surprise.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, his voice smooth but slightly uncertain.

“Hello, I’m Harry Styles. I’m the owner of the company. Nice to meet you…?”

It took you a second to respond, your voice catching in your throat. “It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you as well.”

He smiled, extending a hand toward you. You scrambled to your feet, standing taller than you’d expected, and reached out to shake his hand.

Your hands met, and you shook it—a bit too long, you thought as the realization hit. The warmth of his hand lingered, making you feel like time had momentarily stopped again.

You quickly dropped your hand and clasped it behind your back, your face heating up.

For a split second, an awkward silence filled the room. Harry seemed like he was about to say something, his lips parting as if to speak—

But just then, the door opened, and a small group of people filed into the room, shattering the quiet bubble you’d both been trapped in.

“Ah, great,” said a cheerful man from the group, clapping his hands together as he approached. “Harry, you’re here. And this must be Ms. L/N!”

The moment was gone. Harry straightened, his expression shifting seamlessly to one of polite professionalism, though you caught a flicker of something in his eyes as he glanced back at you.

You offered a polite nod to the newcomers, forcing yourself to focus as introductions were made. Yet, as the meeting began, you couldn’t help but feel like something important had been left unsaid.

And judging by the way Harry occasionally glanced your way, he felt the same.

...

As the meeting progressed, Harry found himself quietly observing you. Initially, he’d assumed you might be shy or reserved—perhaps because of the nervous energy that had lingered when you first met. But as you delved into your presentation, he realized just how wrong he was.

The confidence with which you spoke captivated the room. Your tone was steady yet approachable, and your words were carefully chosen to articulate your vision. You presented your design concepts with precision, highlighting the intricate details and practical functionality behind each element.

Harry leaned forward slightly in his chair, his interest piqued. The way you seamlessly balanced creativity with logic was impressive. He could tell how much thought you’d put into this project—every choice seemed deliberate, every detail purposeful.

What surprised him most, however, was your ability to command the room. You weren’t just presenting; you were selling the design, painting a picture of how the concept would come to life. And the team was eating it up.

He stole a glance around the room. His team, typically quick to interject or challenge ideas, sat quietly, nodding along with your points. Even he couldn’t help but admire the way you navigated through the questions and feedback with such ease.

When you paused for questions, Harry cleared his throat and spoke, his voice cutting through the room.

“I really appreciate the thought you’ve put into the design—it’s incredibly well-considered. I do have a question, though,” he said, his tone genuinely curious. “You mentioned incorporating natural textures into the layout. Can you elaborate on how those elements will remain modular while still maintaining their aesthetic appeal?”

You turned to him, locking eyes for a brief moment. His question wasn’t just thoughtful—it showed that he’d been paying close attention to your presentation.

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” you began, your voice steady. “That’s a great question. For the natural textures, such as reclaimed wood and stone-inspired finishes, I’ve ensured that they’re lightweight and easily removable. The modular framework uses a system of interchangeable panels, so the aesthetic can be retained without compromising functionality.”

Harry nodded, clearly impressed. “That makes sense. And it aligns well with what we’re trying to achieve here—something unique, but also adaptable. Nicely done.”

You gave him a polite smile, though inside, his compliment sent a ripple of pride through you.

As the meeting continued, Harry couldn’t help but feel drawn to the passion and expertise you brought to your work. There was something magnetic about the way you carried yourself—so composed and articulate, yet with a spark of creativity that set you apart.

And as the session wrapped up, he found himself wondering if this serendipitous reunion might be more than just a chance encounter.

As handshakes and congratulations were exchanged, the manager gave a final nod of approval, and Harry himself followed suit, offering his praise for your presentation. It had been a resounding success.

With most of the team filing out of the room, the buzz of conversation slowly faded, leaving you alone at the conference table, still stuffing your things into your bag. You were on a high from the meeting—everything had gone so smoothly, but the exhaustion from a long day was beginning to catch up.

Suddenly, you heard a soft cough. Looking up, you were surprised to see Harry still standing near the door.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, startled. “Are there any more questions you need from me, Mr. Styles?” You quickly adjusted your posture, feeling a bit flustered.

Harry smiled, the easy warmth you remembered from your past encounter resurfacing. “You can call me Harry,” he replied with a casual, almost reassuring tone. “I’m not too big on formalities. Can I call you Y/N?”

“That’s alright with me,” you answered with a smile, pleased by the friendly tone of the conversation. It felt much more natural now that the formality had faded.

A beat of silence passed before Harry spoke again, his eyes twinkling with a hint of curiosity. “So, how long have you been eating breakfast at Feli’s Café?”

You blinked, a bit taken aback by the question. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. “Oh, I’ve been going there for a while now. I usually grab a matcha latte and sometimes a sandwich. Feli’s a good friend of mine—she’s the one who got me hooked on her menu.”

Good thing I found your journal, your presentation was fantastic. Harry complimented.

Thank you again for giving it back. and sorry I was on a time crunch that I didn't introduce myself.

Harry chuckled softly, his expression warm.

You felt a sudden shift in the air between you two, the unspoken moment starting to surface. But before either of you could delve deeper into the conversation, a voice from the hallway interrupted the moment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the manager popped his head back in, looking around. “But I just wanted to confirm we’re all set for the next steps, Y/N? Can we count on you for the design rollout next week?”

You gave a nod, quickly snapping back into professional mode. “Yes, everything is in order. I'll start on the proper revisions needed for the plans."

“Perfect,” the manager smiled, satisfied. “Thanks again for your excellent work today.”

As he left the room, you turned back to Harry, who was still standing near the door, clearly reluctant to leave just yet.

“I guess I should let you get back to your day,” you said, trying to break the lingering tension. “I’ll see you around, Harry.”

Harry’s smile widened, and he nodded slowly. “Definitely.”

...

It had been a month since you completed your work for Pleasing. You scrolled through their Instagram, admiring how your designs brought their brand to life. Seeing people lining up to buy their high-quality products filled you with a deep sense of pride.

You’d only seen Harry a handful of times during the project, but he always seemed busy, caught up in meetings or surrounded by other people.

Sighing loudly, you collapsed onto your bed, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over you. You had plans to join an art market this month, where you’d sell your prints, stickers, and other handmade knickknacks. It was something to look forward to, at least.

“Will we ever meet again?” you murmured to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. “I mean, what are the chances?” You already knew the answer before you even finished the thought. Harry was probably the busiest person you’d ever met, and you were just a nobody in his world.

Your heart felt heavy as you grappled with the cold, hard reality—he might have only been a fleeting moment in your life, a beautiful memory to cherish but not something meant to last. ...

A month had passed, and Harry still hadn’t been able to properly speak with you. He had been trying—desperately, in fact. He’d gone to the café where you first met, hoping to run into you again, but you never showed up, or you came at different times. He even tried catching you after work, but you were always whisked away to other locations or surrounded by people.

In a final act of determination, Harry had even approached HR for your contact information, but they refused to give it to him. Frustrated and defeated, he began to think maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

As he walked home one evening, his eyes caught on a brightly colored poster advertising an upcoming art market at the same location he frequented. He stared at it for a moment, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest before he brushed it off with a sigh. Maybe it was time to give up. Maybe it was never destined to happen.

But something about the poster lingered in his mind—a quiet, persistent thought that made him decide, almost on impulse, to go to the market anyway. Perhaps, by some happy chance, fate would intervene.

You were busy setting up your booth in the bustling market, carefully adjusting misaligned prints and rearranging trinkets to create the perfect display. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter, the atmosphere lively as other artists greeted passersby and showcased their work.

“Your paintings are just lovely, dear,” an elderly woman remarked, her eyes sparkling as she pointed to one of your pieces.

“They really are,” her partner chimed in with a warm smile. “We could hang one in the hallway, couldn’t we?”

“Excuse me, miss,” another potential buyer interjected, holding up one of your prints. “How much is this?”

“For the A4 size, it’s 25 pounds,” you replied with a friendly smile.

More people began to gather, drawn by the charm of your artwork. You did your best to keep up, answering questions, wrapping purchases, and making small talk with the growing crowd. It was a whirlwind, but you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride seeing so many people appreciating your work.

...

Walking through the bustling market, Harry wandered past the stalls he always loved to visit. He admired the fresh vegetables and fruits, browsed through racks of thrifted clothes, and flipped through stacks of vinyl records that always piqued his interest. But today, something different caught his attention—a special event featuring local artists who had been invited to showcase and sell their work.

As he turned toward the next stall, his eyes landed on something—or rather, someone.

It was you.

There you stood in front of your stall, surrounded by your artwork, speaking to customers with an energy that radiated warmth and passion. The light in your eyes, the way you animatedly gestured while describing your creations, the genuine smile that lit up your face—it was everything he remembered and more.

For a moment, Harry froze, rooted in place as he took it all in. You looked so at home in your element, effortlessly captivating the people around you. His heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. But before doubt could creep in, before he could second-guess himself, he moved.

Harry started walking toward you, his steps quick and purposeful. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but there was only one clear thought that anchored him: now or never.

This was his chance to finally talk to you—to close the distance that had been lingering between you both for far too long. He wasn’t going to let it slip away again.

...

It has been a good day so far. People were buying your prints, admiring your stickers, and complimenting your craftsmanship. You smiled to yourself, feeling content with the steady stream of visitors who appreciated your work.

Just as you reached for your water bottle, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello, again, Y/N.”

You froze, the cap of your bottle slipping through your fingers. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, your heart skipping a beat.

There he was—Harry. Standing there amidst the sea of market-goers, looking as effortlessly charming as ever in a white T-shirt, jeans, and sunglasses perched on his curls. His lips curved into a small, knowing smile as your eyes met.

“Harry?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought it was you,” he said, stepping closer. His gaze flickered over your stall, taking in the vibrant prints and trinkets on display. “This is all yours?”

You nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah, just a little side project I do. How…how did you find me here?”

“I didn’t,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was just wandering around, and there you were. Funny how the universe works, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, funny.”

He looked around at your stall again, picking up one of your prints—a delicate watercolor of flowers intertwined with abstract shapes. “This is beautiful,” he said earnestly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the paper. “You’re really talented.”

“Thank you,” you said, warmth spreading through your chest at the compliment.

“Do you take commissions?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intensely focused on you.

“Sometimes,” you said, tilting your head. “Why? Are you looking for something specific?”

“I might be,” he replied cryptically, his lips curving into a playful smirk. Before you could press him further, he added, “But first, do you have a break coming up? I was thinking I could buy you a coffee.”

Your breath caught at his unexpected offer. “A coffee?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You’ve been on my mind lately, Y/N. Thought maybe this time we could actually catch up without a room full of people or work deadlines in the way.”

Your pulse quickened as you tried to process his words. Was he really asking you out, or was this just Harry being Harry—charming and polite?

“Well,” you started, glancing at your stall. “I do have a little time before the market closes…”

“Perfect,” he said with a grin. “I’ll wait for you to pack up, or we can just grab something nearby. Whatever works for you.”

As he spoke, the faint hum of the market seemed to fade into the background. For the first time in weeks, the heavy feeling in your chest lifted just a little. Maybe this wasn’t just a fleeting moment after all.

...

Okay, this is actually too long I’ll make it into two parts. Give you guys some suspense. Thank you for reading everyone! ☺️

…

Hello, Again Pt.2

Here’s part two loves hope you enjoy it!

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Let's cry together

.

[2tiedships2]

Love On Tour Memories ↳ Harryween Night 1 - 30 Oct 2021

[harrystylesgallery]

[zouisforya]

sometimes you just have to go crazy crazy crazy till you see the sun

[harrywavycurly]

Worth the Fight: Hand Flex

Masterlist: Here

CW: Crying (like multiple moments of crying lol), pregnancy symptoms, one moment of jealousy

A/N: I think this is pretty much exactly how their first date would go because Harry can’t just have things go smoothly😂 enjoy!✨

Tag List: @kookjipao @msolbesg @lomlolivia @namoreno @outofthisworl-d @mema10 @watarmelon212 @natykn @sassamanda77 @st-ev-ie @ghayda0 @hannah9921 @indierockgirrl @chaoticthoughts2022 @lizsogolden @gmikaelson @styleswithaseaview @sofaritsalrightt @babegoals @fangirl509east @one-sweet-gubler @stylesftcher @umadirectioner @last-saturday-night @montgomery-929496 @laughterismytherapy @hisparentsgallerryy @jerseygirlinca @behindmygreyeyes @mads3502 @tpwkdpr @unfuckwitablenarry @itscoucouharry @latedirectionerera @ell0ra-br3kk3r @cumuluscranium @donutsandpalmtrees @silastylesswift @prettygurl-2009 @blueleonor @daphnesutton @angeldavis777 @harryssunflower17 @blckburd @tinawritesstuff

Summary: It’s date night and even though Harry has everything planned out of course it doesn’t actually go the way he wants✨

You can feel his eyes practically burning a hole in the back of your head as you stand in front of your refrigerator, the sigh of frustration he lets out is an indicator that he’s running out of patience with you this morning as he stands there waiting for you to make a decision. With a huff you turn around and begin to rub your belly as you glance over at your kitchen table where your water bottle is. Part of you thinks maybe all you want this morning is some water and toast but as you begin to think about the juice you’ve been having almost every morning for the last two months you feel your mouth start to water.

“It’s been ten bloody minutes.”

“Okay? And?”

“And I just need to know if you want pineapple in your juice or not.” Harry struggles to maintain his composure as he runs a hand through his hair while his eyes remain glued on you as you take several steps towards the table.

“I don’t know.” You answer as you take a seat at the table so you can face him. “I don’t-I don’t know if I want pineapple or mango or-maybe both? I just-my mind can’t seem to come up with an answer besides that I just know I want- I want the juice.” You do your best to explain where your mind is at in hopes it’ll ease some of the frustration you can feel radiating from the man who is leaning against your counter with his arms crossed over his chest and his mouth set in a hard line.

Harry has been a bit on edge since he got to your apartment this morning and when you asked if he was okay he was quick to brush your question off with a “M’fine just tired from the gym”. But of course that answer didn’t sit well with you and now your mind is too busy racing with the thoughts of him possibly regretting the events of the day before that it can’t even comprehend a simple question of what fruits you want in your juice for the day. The moment Harry hears you struggling to articulate what’s happening in your mind you can see him physically begin to loosen up, starting with his shoulders slumping a bit and his arms slowly sliding down to his sides and the wrinkle between his brows becoming less visible.

“It’s okay.” You feel your eyes begin to water as Harry takes a step towards you. “It’s not a life or death decision so how about I just make it how I did yesterday? You liked that one right?” Harry smiles when you nod your head at him while he closes the space between the two of you so he is now standing at the table next to your seat. “What’s got your mind all-”

“Do you regret it?” Harry quirks an eyebrow at you as you tilt your face up so you can look him in the eyes.

“Regret what?”

“The-the kiss and asking me out on a date? Do you-”

“No.” His quick response comes with him placing a hand on the top of your bump, covering the one you have resting there as he crouches down so he can be eye level with you. “I don’t regret any of it. Why? Do you? Because if you’ve changed your mind that’s okay.” He reassures you as he runs him thumb across your knuckles as you try to blink back the tears that want to fall down your face.

“I haven’t changed my mind but you’ve just been in a weird mood all morning and-”

“I’m sorry about that. I really did just over do it at the gym.” You feel your worries start to dissipate as he gives you an apologetic look. “M’a bit sore and tired so that’s why I’ve been a little snippy this morning. I’m sorry love.” Harry adds as he leans in and places a kiss to your cheek making you let out a small breathy laugh as you look down at his hand that’s still holding yours on your bump.

“God why am I so emotional today? I’ve been on the verge of tears all morning and then you-you being all weird just-I don’t know? Made me upset and I’m sorry I-”

“Don’t do that.” You stop your rambling when you feel Harry place a hand on your cheek, his thumb gently sweeping under your eye to wipe away the last few tears that decided to try to make their way down your face. “Don’t apologize for being emotional. You’re pregnant with twins so being emotional is normal and honestly if you didn’t cry all the time I’d be a little worried.”

“I don’t cry all the time.”

“Really? So once a day isn’t considered all the time?”

“No that’s just called being consistent.”

“Right.” Harry says with a light chuckle as he brings his other hand up to gently cup your face. “I really thought I was done with the whole making you cry thing.” He whispers making your heart feel like it’s on the verge of sinking down to the pit of your stomach as you watch the corners of Harry’s mouth turn downward in a barely noticeable frown.

“I don’t think you’ll ever be done with that because sometimes I cry when I look at you and you’re holding a baby sock in your hand or when you’re standing in front of one of their cribs I just-I think I’m a cryer.” You admit trying to lighten the mood and when you see Harry’s lips curve upwards into a small smile you know it’s worked.

“Can’t wait to see how often you cry once the twins are actually here.”

“Oh god I’m going to be a mess.”

“That’ll make two of us then.” Before you can say anything Harry leans in and places his lips on yours in a sweet kiss that has your eyes closing and your hands reaching over to grab the soft material of his worn out t shirt he wore to the gym.

“No pineapple.” You mumble as he pulls away making him laugh as he watches you slowly open your eyes and release your hold on his shirt.

“Okay. One pineapple free juice coming right up.” You smile as he steals another quick peck before letting go of your face and standing up. “Let’s try to make this the last time you cry today okay?”

“Okay.” You say with a sigh as you run a hand over your bump as Harry heads off to the kitchen to begin making your juice.

Harry doesn’t think he’s ever been nervous for a first date before, or at least not the kind of nervous that he is now that’s making him chew on his bottom lip as he paces the length of your hallway outside your bedroom while he waits for you to finish getting ready. He feels as if he could actually pass out from the brutal weight the anticipation of hearing the door open has created in his chest. Harry can honestly say he’s never felt anything like this before and he knows it’s because this isn’t just any first date.

This is his first date with you.

The first of what he hopes is many and possibly the very beginning of a new chapter for the two of you and he doesn’t just mean it as a new chapter because in a few short months the two of you will officially be welcoming two children into the world together, but a new chapter as in a the two of you starting a relationship together. He knows the timing could be better seeing as navigating a new relationship while also about to bring two new lives into the world is going to be hard but Harry has learned that most things worth having and keeping often require hard work and he’s more than willing to put the effort in if you are.

“Dude your vibes are fucking with the energy we have going on so I’m gonna need you to chill the hell out.” Harry is swiftly dropped back into the present moment as the sound of Ethan’s voice coming from behind him hits his ears. When Harry turns around he isn’t at all surprised to see Ethan standing in the doorway of your bedroom with Paris securely tucked up in his arms, and for a moment Harry swears the look on the orange cat’s face perfectly matches the glare Ethan is currently giving him.

“I am chill.” Ethan lets out a scoff as Harry straightens up a bit and runs a hand through his hair as Ethan gives his outfit a brief once over making Harry feel only mildly self conscious in his black slacks and light pink button up shirt he has tucked in with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows letting one of your favorite tattoos to make fun of him about, the mermaid on his forearm to be completely visible.

“You don’t even know the definition of chill.” Harry rolls his eyes as your bestfriend brushes past him, Paris moving in his hold so he can still stare at Harry as Ethan turns to go into the living room. “But at least you look decent.” Ethan says over his shoulder loud enough for Harry to hear.

“Thank-”

“Jesus Harry what are you doing here? Besides trying to give me a heart attack.” Your words come out in a rush as you open your bedroom door just to see Harry standing not even two feet away, with his head turned towards the end of the hallway.

“I’m sorry I-” The rest of his sentence gets lost when he turns to face you, his eyes landing on the pink and white floral dress you’re wearing that perfectly matches the pink of his shirt before slowly moving upwards to your face until he’s looking you in your eyes.

“You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” Harry smiles when he sees your cheeks turn a light shade of pink. “But really what are you doing here?”

“We have a date.” He answers with a raise of his eyebrow as he reaches his hand out for you to take. “Or did you forget? I know pregnancy has been making your mind a bit foggy.” You send him a glare as he slides his fingers between yours, when he shoots you a playful wink in return you have to hold back the smile that wants to take over your face.

“I meant why are you inside my apartment? Aren’t you supposed to knock on the door and bring me flowers or something?”

“I got you flowers they’re in a vase in the kitchen and well-I can go outside and knock on the door if that’s what you’d like?”

“I would like that.” Your answer doesn’t shock Harry at all, seeing as the more he gets to know you the more he realizes that deep down you’re just as much of a romantic as he is. So he just gives your hand a little squeeze before he lets it go but before he turns to head down the hallway he leans in and places a quick kiss to your lips.

“Sorry couldn’t help myself.” You let out a small giggle as he pulls away and heads off down the hall and soon you hear your front door open and then softly close letting you know he left your apartment. When you walk into the living room Ethan is sitting on the loveseat with Paris in his lap but as soon as his green eyes land on you he’s quick to jump down with one graceful leap and walk over to you so he can stand at your feet.

“Hi Paris.” You smile down at him as he rubs his head against your ankles. “I’m going out tonight okay? Remember the man with all the weird drawings on his arms? The one who you used to bite with the big dumb green eyes that’s here all the time now? Well it’s with him.” You tell him making him pause his movements of rubbing himself all over your feet so he can look up at you. “I know he should’ve asked you first but it was a spur of the moment thing.” You add making Paris sit up and walk over to the sofa so he can jump on it and climb onto the armrest you’re standing next to, you smile when he starts to purr as he does his best to get as close to you as he can without falling. “Don’t worry I’ll always love you the most.” You whisper as you reach over so you can give his chin a good scratch.

“Are you sure you have a date? Because I’m almost positive Mr. Big dumb green eyes just left?”

“He’s coming back to knock.”

“I’m assuming you mean on the door because well-he’s already knocked you up.” You look away from Paris so you can turn your head and give Ethan a hard glare making him laugh as he gives you a casual shrug. “Oh never mind he knocked on the door that one time he was dru-” Ethan gets cut off by the sound of a knock on your front door, when you make a move to walk towards it he simply shoots you a look as he gets up from the loveseat to walk around the coffee table so he can scoop Paris into his arms.

“Be nice.” You warn Ethan who is walking towards your front door, when all his does is send you playful smile over his shoulder you know Harry is in for it.

“If you’re selling something we aren’t interested unless it’s Girl Scout cookies but-you’re a little old to be a Girl Scout.” Harry gives Ethan a pointed look as he leans against your doorframe with Paris in his arms who once again Harry swears is glaring at him.

“Not selling anything just here to pick up my date for the evening.”

“Oh she’s your date for the evening? So it’s a one night thing then? Not shocking seeing as that seems to be your style.”

“Well we have to start somewhere don’t we? I can’t exactly say I’m here to pick up the girl I’d like to date for the rest of my life now can I? Because that’s a little presumptuous isn’t it? This date could end horribly and she could never want to see me again.”

“Presumptuous? That’s a big word for a popstar.” Harry lets out a laugh as Ethan steps to the side. “Come on in. We have some rules to discuss.” Ethan adds as Harry walks by him and into your living room.

“Hi love.” Harry grins as he gives you a small wave once he sees you standing in the living room adding some chapstick to your purse.

“Hi Harry.” You smile back at him but before you can walk over to him Ethan stands in front of him with Paris still in his arms.

“Now you’ll have her back at a respectable time okay? She’s pregnant and gets tired. No making her cry or I’ll be forced to used my sixth grade karate skills on you oh and this is the most important one.” Harry looks Ethan in the eyes as he lists off the rules, giving him a nod to let him know he’s listening. “You better pay for everything.” At that Harry has to hold back a laugh as he just reaches over and gives Ethan’s shoulder a pat.

“I think I can manage all of that.” He answers and then his eyes dart down to Paris who is looking up at him with his big green eyes. “Thank you for letting me take your mom on a date.” Paris doesn’t do anything when Harry’s hand goes from Ethan’s shoulder and softly lands on his back giving him a few pets.

“Really Paris? We are supposed to be a united front and you’re purring at him?” Ethan huffs as Harry drops his hand to his side, you laugh making Ethan roll his eyes as he moves out of Harry’s way so he can now make his way around the coffee table to you.

“Ready to go?” Harry asks with a reach of his hand once he’s close enough to you. You just smile and nod as you sling your purse strap over your shoulder. “Have I already told you how stunning you look tonight?” Ethan has to stop himself from rolling his eyes as he walks into your kitchen allowing the two of you some privacy.

“Stunning? No but you did mention something about me looking gorgeous.” You answer making Harry chuckle as he leads you to the front door.

“And what about me? You haven’t mentioned anything about how I look.”

“I’m sorry does the narcissist need his hourly compliment?”

“He does.” Harry jokes as you lock your front door because you don’t trust Ethan to lock it for you. “Actually I think I’m owed a few since you didn’t even tell me I smelled good this morning and I wore that cologne you like and everything.”

“Oh well in that case you look really good and-” Harry bites the inside of his cheek as you turn and reach up on your tiptoes so you can take a small sniff of his neck while waiting for the elevator at the end of the hallway. “You smell great.”

“Thank you I feel so much better now.” You just roll your eyes as the two of you step into the elevator, Harry is quick to place a hand on your lower back as he reaches over to press the lobby button. “Now I’ll be able to enjoy the rest of the evening knowing you think I look and smell good.”

“Care to share what you have in store for the rest of the evening?”

“Not really but I’ll tell you that our first stop is dinner.”

“Oh perfect I’m starving.”

The moment you stepped into the cozy little Italian restaurant that Harry picked for the two of you to have dinner at you knew it wasn’t going to go as well and he hoped. Not even the romantic dim lighting, soft music playing in the background and the candles on the tables could save it as you feel a tickle in your nose making it scrunch a bit as Harry gently maneuvers you to the side allowing him to rest his arm around your waist while the hostess goes to check on the table.

You let Harry guide you around a few tables before stopping in front of a small candle lit table tucked in the back with a reserved sign in the middle of it. But as you’re about to sit down in the chair Harry is pulling out for you a waiter with a tray full of people’s entrees rushes by and that’s when it hits you, the smell of something that instantly has your stomach doing flips and not the good kind.

“Oh no.” Harry quirks an eyebrow as the hushed words tumble from your mouth as you all but fall into your chair.

“Are you okay?” His voice is soothing but you don’t look at him as he takes his seat across from you so you don’t see him given the hostess a polite smile so she can go back to the front and help other guests, all you do is look down at empty plate in front of you and focus on taking some deep breaths.

“Something smells.”

“Smells? Like bad or-”

“Bad-really really.” Harry watches you swallow thickly as you slowly look up from the plate and across the table at him. “Bad.” You explain and before he can even try to form a follow up question you bring a hand up to your face to try to gracefully cover your mouth and nose from whatever it is you smell that’s causing you such a reaction.

“Right. Okay.” Harry looks around as if magically something will give him a sign that will tell him what to do but then he feels it, a gentle kick to his shin that makes him turn his head to look at you.

“It’s broccoli.” Is all you say before recovering your mouth and nose with your hand while Harry just nods quickly knowing that for some reason you and anything remotely close to broccoli haven’t gotten along the whole duration of your pregnancy so far, so he doesn’t even think twice before uttering his next sentence.

“We can leave.” Your eyes are as wide as golf balls and starting to get that glassy effect to them and your face has a little dusting of pink splotches to your cheeks that lets him know you’re either about to cry or get sick and he honestly isn’t in the mood to experience either of those options so he quickly stands up and walks over to your seat so he can pull it out allowing you plenty of room to stand up.

Harry has a firm hand on your lower back as he ushers you towards the front of the restaurant, giving some small smiles and polite head nods to a few people having dinner that look up and have shocked expressions when they see him walking by. When the two of you are back in front of the hostess stand you don’t stop, you continue to walk outside so you can get some fresh air while Harry pauses to explain he will no longer be needing the table.

“Sorry but she’s uhm-yeah we won’t be needing the table but thank you so much and uh we-we will be back another time.” His words are mumbled and rushed as he struggles to come up with some form of apology as he hands the girl a hefty tip in hopes it’ll ease the blow of the two of you leaving not even ten minutes after arriving. He doesn’t stand around to wait for a reply, his mind being elsewhere as he walks out the door and he feels himself let out a sigh of relief when he finds you standing there with a hand on your chest and the other on your bump.

“I’m so sorry Harry I didn’t-”

“It’s okay.” You feel his hands on your shoulders, the warmth of them making you start to relax the tiniest bit as you look up at him. “Next time I’ll just book out the whole place so you don’t have to worry about odd smells.”

“God sometimes I forget how rich you are.” You mumble making Harry laugh as your hands fall to your sides. You let out a small huff as you feel Harry’s hands travel from your shoulders down to your elbows and when they finally land on your wrists you feel a lump begin to form in your throat.

“Now now none of this.” You can’t help but sniffle as Harry’s hands give your wrists a few gentle squeezes as his eyes roam over your face that are giving him the very obvious signs that you’re a few moments away from a break down. “Didn’t we agree to no more tears today?”

“No we said we’d try and-and I can’t help it I’m-”

“Hungry?”

“Yes.” You don’t feel embarrassed by how quickly you answer because there’s no point in trying to hide things like this from Harry, after all this is the same man who has seen you on the verge of tears over juice.

“How does pizza sound? That’s never given you issues before.”

“It gives me acid reflux but that’s an issue for tomorrow or well really an issue for when I’m trying to sleep later tonight.”

“So is-is that a yes or-”

“Yes Harry.” You say with a smile as Harry quirks an eyebrow at you. “Pizza sounds good.” You answer before you try to reach up on your tip toes to place a kiss to his cheek but in true Harry fashion he’s quick to turn his head making your lips land on his in what’s a rare public display of affection. The realization of what he just did hits him as soon as you pull away and for a moment Harry thinks he’s done something horribly wrong.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

“Shouldn’t have what? Kissed your extremely pregnant date on the sidewalk outside of a restaurant that smells like broccoli?” The playfulness of your voice makes Harry relax a bit.

“The broccoli smell is only a you thing sweetheart.” He corrects as he drops your hands so he can turn around and to his surprise you’re quick to wrap your hand around his arm so he can walk the two of you back to his car, a surprise he did just to prove to you once and for all he does in fact drive himself places when he wants. “It smelled like lemons with a hint of mint to me.” He tells you as he reaches over and places a hand over yours that’s securely wrapped around his arm.

At the mention of how the restaurant smells you can’t help but scrunch up your nose and make a face of disgust making Harry laugh as he opens the passenger side door to his car. Once you’re comfortable and buckled in you look up at him as he’s about to close the door, his green eyes are staring into yours and you nearly forget what you were going to say as all your mind can focus on is how truly handsome he is. And as if he knows what’s happening he gives you his signature smirk as he hands you your purse.

“Maybe to be safe I’ll wait in the car while you get the pizza?”

“That’s a good idea.”

“Obviously it’s a good idea.” You place your purse on the center console before looking back over at Harry who is shaking his head. “I’m the one who thought of it.”

“And people say I’m the narcissist?”

“Yeah people as in you and your therapist.”

“God you’re quick.”

“I’m also hungry so please get in the car.”

“Right. Sorry.” You have to laugh as Harry rushes to close your door and run around the front of the car so he can quickly get into the driver’s seat. “Having a good time so far?”

“Oh yeah this is so going to be a story for them when they’re older.” You tease as you place your hands on your bump giving it a few rubs. “Maybe it’ll be a cautionary tale of why you shouldn’t wait till someone is seven months pregnant to ask them on a date?”

“I refuse for you to use our first date as a cautionary tale.”

“You refuse? That’s funny considering I don’t need your permission to tell my kids a story.”

“Well of course you don’t need my permission but you make us sound like some afterschool special.”

“Fine what if it’s more like a story about how even though two people argue-”

“Bicker. We don’t argue.” Harry quickly corrects you as he reaches over and places a hand on your knee all while never taking his eyes off the road.

“We don’t?”

“Well not anymore at least.”

“If you say so Mr. Popular.”

“Ignore her children. Your mommy is just a bit cranky because she’s hungry.” You roll your eyes as Harry turns to look at you while at a stoplight but when his hand moves from your knee to the top of your bump you can’t help but smile and place a hand over his.

“Shut up.” Harry has to hold back a laugh as you look up at the marque in front of the cinema and read what movie he is taking you to see. Having just stuffed yourself on pizza you feel less cranky and now as you look back at Harry all you feel can only be described as pure joy.

Now there’s a few things Harry is good at outside of the music world and one of them is paying attention to the little things, so he noticed the worn out copy of a certain book on your nightstand and the way your work station is always littered with classic and newer romance novel quotes written on sticky notes he has no doubt were written by you whenever you stumbled across one you liked. So when he saw an opportunity to let you see the twentieth anniversary edition of the film adaptation of the same book on your nightstand he couldn’t let it pass him by and that’s why you’re currently standing in front of him with a shocked expression on your face.

“I’m going to get to see the hand flex on the big screen? Really?”

“If it’s in Pride and Prejudice then yes you’ll get to see it on the big screen.”

“Are you joking?” Harry shrugs as you grab his hand and practically drag him into the theater. “Harry you don’t know about the hand flex? It’s-it’s legendary people literally have it tattooed on them it’s that important.”

“A hand flex? Like this?” Harry brings his free hand out and flexes it making you roll your eyes at his sad attempt of the iconic hand flex.

“No it’s nothing like that. Have you never seen this movie before?”

“Oh come on I know Matthew is a national treasure but it can’t be that different than what I just did and no I’ve uhm never seen it.”

“Did you just call Mr. Darcy Matthew? Like you’re friends or something?” You question deciding to ignore the fact Harry somehow has never seen the classic film as he just keeps walking towards the theater number printed on the tickets he has in his back pocket.

“I mean friends is a stretch but we’ve met a-”

“You-you’ve met Mr. Darcy?” You stop walking making Harry look back at you over his shoulder with a raised brow.

“Uhm well yeah? I guess so?”

“But you don’t even know about the hand flex.” You mumble as you just stare at him and Harry gives you an apologetic look along with a squeeze of your hand.

“That just means I’ll need you with me next time I run into him then.”

“Oh god I can’t meet him he’s-”

“Love you’re more than worthy of meeting Mr. Hand Flex. Now come on.” You let out a huff as Harry goes back to showing you to the theater and when you walk in you feel your eyes get that familiar sting to them when you see two seats in the middle have a stack of blankets and a pillow on them.

“Is this for us?” You ask as Harry lets go of your hand so you can look around and that’s when you notice the snacks and of course a bottle of water next to the stack of blankets.

“I might’ve messed up on not booking the whole restaurant but I figured you’d want to enjoy this with just the two of us so you’re not too embarrassed when you start to ugly cry.”

“I don’t ugly cry.”

“That’s true you’re a beautiful cryer.” He admits as he stands at the bottom of the stairs so he can walk behind you with his hand out ready to catch you if needed seeing as he knows how clumsy you can be at times.

“I’m so excited for you to see the hand flex.” Harry laughs as you snuggle down into the seat with a blanket tossed over your lap. He takes his seat next to you and doesn’t waste anytime before he lifts the armrest that’s blocking him from being able to wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you into his side.

“It better be good or I’m demanding a refund.”

“How did you even know I would like this? I never told you about my Pride and Prejudice obsession.”

“Oh I saw the copy of it on your nightstand and it looks well loved and then there’s all the little quotes at your desk at work and-”

“You saw my quote collection?” You ask as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder as he clings as close to you as he possible can in the seats.

“I did.” He answers as he fixes the blanket over your lap making sure you’re nice and cozy. “It’s quite an impressive collection.” He adds making you laugh and roll your eyes.

“Did you see the one near my monitor? It’s on a pink sticky note.” Harry purses his lips as he tries to imagine the note in question but his mind comes up blank. You turn your head to look up at him after a few moments of silence and when he looks down at you he smiles when he finds you already looking at him with a silly little grin on your face.

“What’s that one say?”

“If you get lost in the light it’s okay I can see in the dark.” Harry lets out a muffled scoff as you recite lyrics to a song he knows very well that was written by someone he is close friends with.

“You really can’t go one day without bringing up Niall bloody Horan to me huh?” He mumbles making you laugh as you reach over and grab his free hand and drag it over to your lap.

“Sorry but I mean it’s such a good one.”

“It’s alright.” And before you can say anything in response the lights start to dim and the screen turns on making you let out a squeal of excitement as you nuzzle into Harry’s side.

“You’re gonna love it.” You whisper as the beginning credits start to play.

Harry is only sort of panicking as he rubs his hand up and down your back as you rest your cheek on his chest and let out a few sniffles. He doesn’t know why the universe has decided to make tonight go so wrong, he figured the smell thing at the restaurant was a one off due to your pregnancy but when the movie theater lost power right before the scene you had been so excited to see he couldn’t deny that there must be a greater force at work. Your reaction to what was happening was slightly delayed and Harry was secretly grateful for that because it gave him time to safely escort you out of the theater and into the lobby where it seemed everything was working just fine, finding out it was just an isolated outage that turned off the theater you two were in and the one right next to it.

“It was about to happen.” Harry just nods as your voice is muffled by the napkin you’re using to control the tears streaming down your face, given to you by a polite worker when she saw how distraught you were coming out of the theater. “We-we didn’t get to see it.”

“I know love but you heard the man we can come back this weekend and see it.”

“That’s so far away.” You whine making Harry have to hold back a chuckle because even with tears streaming down your cheeks and your nose all sniffly you still look as adorable as ever when having a little tantrum.

“It’s in two days.” His voice is soft and comforting as he leans down to press his lips to the top of your head. “We can manage waiting two days if it means getting to see Mr. Darcy and his hand thing.”

“Hand flex.” You snap as you look up at Harry with watery eyes. “But fine I’ll wait two days.” You tell him and he gives you a small smile as one of his hands comes up to rest on your cheek.

“Tell me the truth has this been the worst first date you’ve been on?”

“No.” You answer honestly. “I’ve been on plenty of horrible first dates.”

“Okay well that didn’t make me feel better it actually just makes me a little-mad.”

“Mad? Or do you mean jealous?”

“Both. I’m mad that people have taken you on shitty dates but also jealous that other people have gotten to date you at all.” You let out a small laugh as Harry’s brows pinch together as he deals with the complex feelings going through him at the moment.

“Want to go beat them up? I can give you names and addresses.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He jokes as you wrap your arms around his middle. “Can I ask you something?” You just give him the best nod you can without removing your head from his chest. “Do you think you’ll ever really forgive me for all the shitty things I’ve said and done to you?” Harry feels his nerves begin to make his tummy get an uneasy feeling as you take a moment to think of your answer.

“I already have.” You answer making him let out a sigh of relief because that surprising wasn’t the response he was thinking you’d give him. “As long as you’re willing to try and make this work then so am I because I don’t want to go through the rest of my life wondering what would’ve happened if we just gave it a shot and went back to being the two people who hit it off really well at a karaoke bar.” You explain as you lift your head up so you can look at him and for once it’s Harry who has the watery eyes and pink nose as he tries his best to keep his emotions under control.

“I want to make this work.”

“Okay. Then we will make it work but I just need to know something.”

“What is it?”

“You’re not just trying to make us work out because I’m having your babies right? Because that’s not-”

“No.” Harry says cutting you off before he sniffles and clears his throat. “I want this to work because you are the most annoyingly adorable person I’ve ever met and even though you’re sort of in love with my best mate I can’t imagine wanting to be with anyone else. You tell me the truth even if I don’t want to hear it and you get joy out of such little things like a new set of sheets for the bed-”

“Those sheets were so soft you would’ve cried about them too if you slept on ones that felt like sandpaper before hand.”

“They are very soft and I’m glad you love them.” He says with a smile as you continue to stare up at him. “I love how you use big words to insult me and I just want to be the one that makes you feel as treasured and loved as the leading men make their romantic counterparts feel in those books you read all day.”

“You want to be my Mr. Darcy?”

“Well let me see how the film ends and then I’ll decide if I want to be him or not because he seems like a bit of a dick right now if I’m being honest.”

“That sort of sounds very similar to someone I know. Started off being rude and uninterested but then ends up madly in love.”

“Madly in love? It’s only our first date love. If you’re wanting a confession of that magnitude you’ll have to wait at least until the fourth or fifth.” You laugh and playfully roll your eyes at him making him smile and it’s only a few minutes later that Harry is walking you back to his car.

“Fancy doing this again?” He asks once he gets you situated in the passenger seat, you let out a sigh as you place your hands on top of your bump before looking up at him where he’s knelt down fixing the strap of your shoe that came undone.

“Yeah. I’d do this again but you’ve got some work to do to top this because-I mean this is one they write books about.”

“A book of cautionary tales?” He teases as he stands up and rests a hand on the side of the door so he can lean in towards you.

“You’re cute.” You blurt out making Harry let out a chuckle as you bring your hands up to cup the sides of his face.

“And you’re beautiful.” He counters with a smile as he closes the small gap between his lips and yours capturing them in a sweet kiss that leaves you with a silly grin on your face when he pulls away so he can close your door and take you home.

“Harry Styles seen out for the first time with baby momma since announcing the-”

“Why are you reading this out loud?” You asks cutting Ethan off as the two of you get comfortable on the couch just in time for your weekly routine of watching The Voice.

“Because it says you two looked extra loved up and-ew I didn’t ever need to see what you two looked like while kissing-god I’m going to have nightmares.” You roll your eyes as he scrolls through the gossip site’s report on the date you and Harry went on the night before.

“Do I look okay in the photos? Be honest. I was a hot mess most of the night and not-” A loud knock has the two of you turning your heads to look in the direction of your front door.

“Your house. Your door.” Ethan says as he goes back to reading while you just reach over and give his arm a hard smack as you wiggle to the edge of the couch so you can get up as gracefully as possible given how big your belly is now. When you get to the front door you don’t bother looking through the peephole, instead you just unlock it and fling it open and who you see on the other side looks just as shocked as you do when your eyes meet.

“Thank fuck you’re still here I was scared I’d missed ya.” Niall’s voice is full of relief as he places a hand on his chest and lets out a deep sigh.

“You-you’re Ni-Niall Horan.”

“Yeah we’ve met before remember?” You just nod as Niall stands there with a confused expression on his face. “Uh Harry said I needed to rush over because you were about to go off to a breathing class or s’mthin and he didn’t want ya goin alone.”

“Breathing class? Uhm I-”

“Why does it sound like Niall-holy fucking shit it’s Niall Horan.” Ethan’s voice makes Niall look around you and give the man standing behind you with the wide eyes and open mouth a small wave.

“You must be Ethan.” Niall says with a laugh making you very aware that he is the only one who is acting any kind of normal at the moment and you can’t help but feel your cheeks get warm when Niall’s blue eyes once again find yours.

“Oh my god Niall Horan knows my name.” Ethan mutters to himself with a small squeal that Niall either didn’t hear or wants to ignore because all he does is place his hands on his hips and raise an eyebrow at you.

“So no breathing class then? H just sent me here for no reason?”

“Uhm well we-we watch The Voice on Thursday’s so maybe that’s why he sent you? As an apology?”

“Apology? What’d the asshole do now?”

“He took her on the worst first date in the history of dates.” Ethan answers for you making you shoot him a glare over your shoulder while Niall leans his head back and laughs his signature loud laugh that has Ethan giggling to himself as well.

“Oh I gotta hear this.” You just step to the side and let Niall into your apartment and when you close the door Ethan is staring at you with wide eyes.

“He’s so pretty.” He whispers.

“I told you. So much prettier than on TV.”

“You two mind if I crash your evening? I cleared my whole night for this breathing class bullshit.” You and Ethan quickly turn and walk towards the living room and nod at Niall making him smile as he sits down in the middle of your sofa. He pats the spot to his left while looking at you with a grin on his face. “Come on an tell me everything about this horrible date.”

[nickistuffs]

Babysitters Club

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A simple night of babysitting turns into an unexpectedly sweet and chaotic day

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: None. Fluff

✨masterlist✨ read the rest of Harry x Designer Reader there

...

Harry had been caught up in a last-minute Valentine’s Day favor for his sister, Gemma, and her boyfriend, Michal. Wanting them to have a proper night out, he had eagerly volunteered to babysit their daughter. He had even done it before—at least, that’s what he insisted. But in his rush to help, he had completely forgotten to mention it to Y/N.

Now, standing in the middle of his living room, Harry gently rocked his niece in his arms, his brows knitted in concern. The tiny baby let out another wail, her little fists clenched as if she were determined to protest his every effort.

"Come on, love," he murmured, bouncing her lightly, his voice a soothing lull against her cries. "What’s all this about, huh? I’ve given you a bottle, changed your nappy, did tummy time, and let you nap—what else could you possibly want?"

Just as he was about to try singing to her, a sharp knock on the door made him jolt. His niece let out an even louder cry at the sudden movement, and Harry groaned. "Brilliant," he muttered under his breath.

He shuffled over to the door, cradling the baby against his chest as he swung it open. Y/N stood on the other side, smiling—until her eyes landed on the squirming, red-faced baby in his arms. Her smile faltered, confusion washing over their features.

“Uh… Harry?” they said, blinking. “Are you—are you holding a baby?”

Harry exhaled, looking entirely exhausted. “No, I’m holding a very tiny, very angry boss who refuses to tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

Y/N gaped at him for a moment before stepping inside, shutting the door behind them. They quickly toed off their shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom. Harry frowned, shifting the baby in his arms.

“Where are you going?” he called after her.

“Washing my hands,” Y/N responded over the sound of running water. “I’m not about to touch a baby with gross, outside hands.”

Harry let out a tired chuckle. “Good call.”

A few moments later, Y/N returned, drying their hands on a towel before tossing it onto the counter. They walked over to Harry, eyes softening at the sight of him looking absolutely drained.

“Here,” she said gently, holding out their arms. “Let me take her for a bit. You look like you could use a break.”

Harry hesitated only for a second before carefully passing his niece over. The second Y/N cradled the baby against her chest, and the crying softened. Within moments, the tiny girl had snuggled into Y/N’s warmth, her breathing evening out as her tiny fingers clutched onto the fabric of Y/N’s shirt.

Harry blinked in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Y/N grinned but kept her voice soft. “Guess she just needed a change of scenery.”

They stood there for a while, swaying gently, letting the baby fully relax. Soon enough, her little breaths turned deep and steady, the rise and fall of her chest slow and peaceful.

“She’s out,” Y/N whispered, glancing at Harry. “Where’s the crib?”

Harry, still sprawled on the couch, pointed toward the hallway. “Guest room down the hall. Set it up earlier—thought I’d actually get to use it.”

Y/N chuckled softly before carefully making their way to the room, mindful of every step. Inside, a small crib was set up beside the bed, blankets neatly folded, a soft nightlight casting a warm glow over the space.

Lowering the baby with careful precision, Y/N held her breath as they placed her down, gently pulling their arms away. The little girl stirred for a moment, scrunching her nose, but after a second, she settled, her tiny body relaxing into the mattress.

Y/N let out a quiet breath of relief, stepping back slowly.

From the doorway, Harry leaned against the frame, arms crossed, watching with a smirk. “That was impressive.”

Y/N turned, smirking back. “Told you I’ve got the magic touch.”

Harry chuckled as they both crept out of the room, closing the door just enough to keep an ear out. As they walked back to the living room, he sighed dramatically. “Think she likes you more than me.”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “Can you blame her?”

Harry shook his head with a grin. “Nope. Not one bit.”

...

Now that the baby was peacefully asleep, Y/N patted the couch beside her. “Alright, sit. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “You sure? I should probably—”

“Sit, Styles,” Y/N insisted, hands on their hips. “I’ve got it.”

Letting out a long sigh, Harry flopped down onto the couch, stretching his legs out with a groan. “Fine, but don’t judge the mess.”

Y/N surveyed the scene—baby bottles on the coffee table, a half-folded blanket hanging off the armrest, a used burp cloth crumpled beside Harry, and tiny clothes piled near the laundry basket. “Oh, I’m definitely judging.”

Harry groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I was in survival mode, alright?”

Y/N smirked, grabbing the bottles first and heading to the kitchen sink. “Survival mode or not, I have no idea how you managed to turn your place into a war zone in just a few hours.”

Harry peeked through his fingers. “Talent?”

Y/N snorted, shaking her head as she tossed the burp cloth into the laundry pile and folded the baby blanket neatly. After wiping down the coffee table and gathering the tiny clothes, the place looked significantly less chaotic.

Turning back, Y/N found Harry sprawled on the couch, head resting against the cushion, eyes fluttering shut.

Shaking their head fondly, they grabbed a throw blanket and draped it over him. “I swear, you’re as exhausted as the baby.”

Harry cracked one eye open, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, well, babysitting is harder than it looks.”

Y/N plopped down beside him, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “Good thing you’ve got me, then.”

...

Y/N sat down beside Harry, and without hesitation, he shifted closer, letting his head rest on her lap with a tired sigh.

Feeling the warmth of him, Y/N hesitated for a second before murmuring a shy, “Hey.”

Harry hummed in response, eyes still closed, a small, sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “Hey.”

For a moment, they just sat there, the quiet hum of the house wrapping around them like a blanket. Y/N glanced at him, her heart softening at the way his lashes fluttered against his cheeks, exhaustion written all over his face. Without thinking, she leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open at the feeling, and almost instantly, a slow smirk crept onto his lips. He turned his head slightly, his gaze meeting theirs, something playful yet affectionate swimming in his green eyes.

“Mm,” he murmured, his voice laced with sleep and amusement. “That was sweet, but…” He lifted his head just enough so that their faces were mere inches apart. “Kiss me properly, please,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet longing, his eyes pleading.

Y/N’s breath hitched, her heart thudding as Harry’s gaze flickered to their lips. The invitation was clear.

And with a soft smile, she closed the distance, pressing her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss—one that melted away the exhaustion, the chaos of the day, and left only the warmth of them, together.

When she pulled away, Harry let out a contented sigh, his forehead resting against theirs. “That’s more like it,” he murmured, grinning.

Y/N laughed softly, their fingers absentmindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. “Happy now?”

Harry hummed, wrapping an arm around them and pulling them closer. “Very.”

...

A sharp, heart-wrenching wail pierced through the air, jolting both of them awake.

Harry’s eyes snapped open first, blinking away the haze of sleep. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, running a hand over his face as he quickly sat up. Y/N groaned softly beside him, still half-asleep.

His niece’s cries grew louder, making his instincts kick in. Without hesitation, he pushed himself off the couch, mumbling, “I got it,” as he hurried toward the guest room.

Y/N sat up groggily, rubbing their eyes as they listened to Harry’s footsteps fade down the hall. After stretching and yawning, they got up and followed him.

Inside the guest room, Harry was already leaning over the crib, his niece’s tiny face scrunched up in distress, her little fists flailing in frustration.

“Hey, hey, love,” he cooed softly, scooping her up into his arms. “What’s wrong now, hmm?”

She was fussy, her pretty eyes staring up at Y/N as if searching for something. Y/N tilted their head, watching her for a moment before saying, “Maybe she’s hungry?”

Harry glanced down at her, noticing the way she was smacking her tiny lips between whimpers. “You might be right,” he murmured.

Y/N was already a step ahead, heading toward the kitchen. “Come on, I’ll warm up a bottle.”

Harry followed, bouncing the baby gently as they made their way to the kitchen. “I swear, this girl has the appetite of a grown man.”

Y/N laughed, shaking their head. “She’s got your genes, after all.”

Harry smirked. “True. Guess that means she’s gonna have excellent taste in food and music.”

Y/N rolled their eyes fondly as they prepared the bottle. “Sure, Styles. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Harry chuckled, watching Y/N test the bottle’s temperature before handing it over. As soon as he placed it against his niece’s lips, she latched on, drinking eagerly.

“There we go,” Y/N murmured, smiling softly.

Harry exhaled in relief, shifting her in his arms. “Crisis averted—for now.”

They stood there for a moment in comfortable silence, watching as the little one drank, her tiny fingers curling around Harry’s shirt.

Y/N looked up at him, their voice softer now. “You’re good at this, you know.”

Harry met their gaze, something warm flickering in his eyes. “Only because I’ve got you.”

Y/N felt their heart skip a beat, but before they could say anything, Harry smirked.

“And, well… because I’m naturally amazing, of course.”

Y/N groaned, lightly shoving his arm. “And there it is.”

Harry chuckled, adjusting his hold on the baby. “You love it.”

Y/N sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”

Harry grinned, nudging them playfully. “Lucky me.”

Y/N shook their head with a small smile, watching as the baby’s eyes grew heavy again, her tiny body relaxing in Harry’s arms.

...

After finishing her bottle, Harry carefully lifted his niece against his shoulder, rubbing gentle circles on her back to help her burp. A few pats later, she let out a small, satisfied burp, making Harry chuckle.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to the top of her head.

But instead of getting sleepy like he had hoped, his niece suddenly seemed wide awake, her tiny hands reaching out to grab at the fabric of his shirt.

Y/N smirked, crossing their arms as they leaned against the doorframe. “Looks like someone got a second wind.”

Harry groaned, looking down at the little one, who was now tugging insistently at his shirt with a newfound determination. “Oh, come on, love. We’re supposed to be winding down, not gearing up for playtime.”

His niece cooed in response, her chubby fingers grasping onto a loose thread, pulling at it like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Harry sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Go on, destroy my shirt. I didn’t need it anyway.”

Y/N laughed, stepping closer. “She’s got style. Maybe she’s just trying to redesign it for you.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You saying my fashion needs work?”

Y/N shrugged playfully. “I mean, she does have good taste.”

Harry scoffed, shifting his niece in his arms as she continued her assault on his shirt. “Alright, miss stylist, what now? She’s supposed to be asleep, not gearing up for a runway show.”

Y/N reached out, gently running a finger over the baby’s tiny hand. “Maybe she just wants to play a bit before she knocks out again. Let her get it out of her system.”

Harry sighed, but there was no real frustration in his voice—just exhaustion mixed with fondness. “Fine. But if she’s still wide awake in an hour, you’re taking over.”

Y/N smirked. “Deal.”

They both sat on the couch again, Harry settling his niece in his lap as she kicked her little legs excitedly, still clutching at his shirt. Y/N watched with a soft smile as Harry let her play, his tired eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled down at her.

“You really love her, huh?” Y/N murmured after a moment.

Harry looked up, his expression softening even more. “Yeah,” he admitted, brushing a hand over his niece’s tiny head. “She’s a little troublemaker, but I wouldn’t trade her for anything.”

Y/N’s heart warmed at the sight of him—disheveled curls, sleepy eyes, a worn-out shirt covered in baby drool—but still completely enamored with the little girl in his arms.

And in that moment, Y/N realized something else.

She was completely enamoured with him, too.

...

Harry sighed, running a tired hand through his curls as his niece continued tugging at his shirt, her tiny fingers grasping onto the fabric with surprising strength.

Y/N sat beside him, watching with an amused smile. “She’s really making sure you don’t go anywhere, huh?”

Harry huffed. “Tell me about it. I think I officially belong to her now.”

But just as he said that his niece suddenly turned her attention to Y/N. Her big, curious eyes locked onto her, and after a few seconds of staring, she let out an excited squeal and immediately stretched her little arms out—tiny fingers wiggling in the air, making clear 'grabby-hands' toward Y/N.

Both of them froze.

“Oh?” Y/N’s brows lifted in surprise, glancing between the baby and Harry. “Is she…?”

Harry blinked, looking down at his niece, who was now fussing impatiently, her grabby-hands growing more insistent.

“Oi, what’s this about?” he said, feigning offense. “I thought you were Team Uncle Harry?”

His niece responded by making an even louder noise of demand, her chubby fingers still reaching for Y/N.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head. “Guess she’s switching sides.”

Harry sighed dramatically. “Traitor.” But despite his words, he smiled fondly and carefully passed her over to Y/N.

The moment Y/N took her into their arms, she settled almost immediately, tiny hands gripping her shirt instead. Her little head rested against their chest as she let out a soft, content sigh.

Y/N’s heart melted. “Oh, she’s such a sweetheart.”

Harry stared at the two of them, shaking his head in disbelief. “Unreal. I’ve been entertaining her all night, and she ditches me the second you walk in?”

Y/N smirked. “What can I say? I’ve got the magic touch.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Or you bribed her.”

Y/N chuckled, gently swaying with the baby in their arms. “Maybe she just knows I’m your favorite.”

Harry scoffed but couldn’t hide the way his lips twitched up at the corners. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to it. She’s only letting you hold her because she’s curious.”

But as if to prove him wrong, his niece suddenly reached up and clumsily patted Y/N’s face with her tiny hand before nuzzling against them even more.

Y/N gasped dramatically. “Oh, did you see that? That was pure affection. I think she really loves me.”

Harry groaned, covering his face with his hands. “This is unfair.”

Y/N grinned, looking down at the baby who was now dozing off against them. “Looks like I win.”

Harry peeked through his fingers before dropping his hands with a defeated sigh. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

Y/N smiled softly, gently stroking the baby’s back. “You know, she’s got good taste.”

Harry tilted his head. “Oh?”

Y/N looked up, meeting his gaze. “She likes me. And so do you.”

Harry blinked, lips parting slightly, before a slow, knowing smirk curved on his lips. He leaned in just a little, voice dropping to a soft murmur.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his green eyes twinkling. “I really do.”

After settling his niece down, Harry made his way into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He was exhausted, but he figured a quick, warm meal would do them both some good.

He grabbed a pot, setting it on the stove before drizzling in a bit of olive oil. As the oil heated up, he tossed in some diced onions and minced garlic, the kitchen quickly filling with a rich, mouthwatering aroma.

Just as he gave the pan a stir, he heard soft footsteps behind him. Turning his head, he spotted Y/N walking in, his niece cradled in their arms.

“Let’s see what Uncle Harry is making for us,” Y/N murmured, bouncing the baby gently as they approached the stove.

Harry grinned, waving the wooden spoon like a conductor’s baton. “Hello, ladies. Tonight’s special is a delicious pastina soup, made with love by yours truly.”

Y/N smirked, peeking over his shoulder. “Mmm, smells good. Let’s hope it actually tastes as good as it smells.”

Harry gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “The audacity! You wound me.”

Y/N laughed, shifting the baby in their arms. “Well, guess we’ll have to be the judges.”

Harry huffed, turning back to his pot. “You’ll both be begging me to cook for you every night after this.”

As if to emphasize his confidence, he banged the wooden spoon against the edge of the pot with a playful thunk-thunk.

A second later, an unexpected sound filled the air—his niece’s loud, gleeful giggles.

Both Harry and Y/N froze before turning to look at the baby, who had the biggest, most delighted grin on her tiny face.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Wait… did she just—?”

Y/N beamed. “Oh my God, do it again.”

Harry, still in shock, lifted the spoon and banged it against the pot once more.

Thunk-thunk.

The baby immediately burst into another round of giggles, her tiny fists waving excitedly in the air.

Harry gasped, grinning. “Oi, you think Uncle Harry is funny, huh?” He banged the spoon again, this time adding a silly wiggle of his hips for extra effect.

His niece cackled, her giggles filling the kitchen like the sweetest melody.

Y/N laughed along, pressing a kiss to the baby’s forehead. “You’re right, love. Uncle Harry is funny.”

Harry placed a hand on his hip, dramatically flipping the spoon like a microphone. “Finally, someone who appreciates my comedic genius.”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. “Just hurry up with that soup, funny man.”

Harry chuckled, stirring the pot with a newfound sense of pride. “Coming right up, my little audience.”

As the soup simmered, the kitchen felt warmer—not just from the heat of the stove, but from the laughter and easy comfort shared between them.

And as Harry sneaked another glance at Y/N and his niece, he realized—this moment, right here—was exactly what happiness felt like. ...

Just as Harry was about to ladle the soup into bowls, the front door swung open.

“Helloooo!” Gemma’s familiar voice rang through the house, followed by the sound of heels clicking against the floor. “Where’s my baby, baby brother?”

Harry groaned, rolling his eyes as he set the ladle down. “I’m literally a grown man, Gem.”

Gemma waltzed into the kitchen with a knowing smirk, Michal trailing behind her with an amused expression. “Yeah, yeah. But you’ll always be my baby brother.” She glanced around before her eyes landed on Y/N, who was still holding her daughter.

“Oh, look at that! She’s absolutely fine,” Gemma teased, walking over to Y/N. “And judging by the smell in here, you even managed to make dinner without burning the house down.”

Harry scoffed. “Rude. I made pastina soup, and it’s actually really good, thank you very much.”

Michal chuckled, clapping Harry on the shoulder. “Good job, mate. Proud of you.”

Gemma cooed at her daughter, gently taking her from Y/N’s arms. “And how was my little angel? Did Uncle Harry do a good job?”

Her baby let out a happy squeal, reaching for Gemma’s hair, making everyone laugh.

Y/N stretched their arms out, pretending to be exhausted. “Oh, she was a sweetheart. But Uncle Harry, on the other hand, was the one who needed babysitting.”

Harry shot them a look. “Oi!”

Gemma smirked. “That sounds about right.”

Harry groaned dramatically, but there was no real irritation in his voice—just the warmth of a family reunited. He looked at Y/N, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You’re never letting me live this down, are you?”

Y/N grinned. “Not a chance, Styles.”

Gemma and Michal exchanged a glance, silently noting the fondness in Harry’s eyes.

“Well,” Gemma said, pressing a kiss to her daughter’s head. “Sounds like you had quite the Valentine’s Day.”

Harry’s gaze flickered to Y/N, his smirk softening. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I really did.”

...

Harry wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and turned to Gemma and Michal. “You sure you don’t want a bowl before you go? Made it with love, you know.”

Michal chuckled, adjusting the sleeping baby in his arms. “Tempting, mate, but we should get her home before she wakes up.”

Gemma, now holding the baby’s essentials—her diaper bag slung over one shoulder and a small blanket in her hand—gave Harry an affectionate smile. “Yeah, thanks though. We had a great night, and clearly, she did too.”

She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Harry in a tight hug. As she pulled back slightly, she leaned in to whisper in his ear, her tone both teasing and serious.

“She’s a keeper, Harry. Don’t fuck it up.”

Harry felt his cheeks heat up, his gaze instinctively flickering toward Y/N, who was absentmindedly wiping down the counter, completely unaware of the weight behind Gemma’s words.

Before he could respond, Gemma pulled away with a smirk, turning to Y/N and giving them a quick hug as well. “Bye, love. Thanks for keeping my brother in check.”

Y/N laughed. “Anytime.”

With a final wave, Gemma and Michal stepped out into the night, leaving Harry standing in the kitchen, hands on his hips, a small, thoughtful smile tugging at his lips.

He glanced at Y/N, watching as they moved around his kitchen like they belonged there. His heart did a little flip. He can't wait to have more moments like this with you.

Gemma was right.

And he had no intention of messing this up.

...

[onedirection4eversstuff]

Same person, different era

.

[2tiedships2]

Love On Tour Memories ↳ Long Island - 28 Nov 2021

[harrystylesgallery]