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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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OH NO BABY!!

Summary: It was Harry who swimmed in freezing ass water but someone else (his lovie) ends up catching a cold, caring boyfriendrry, a mighty bit momrry.

Turquoise chilly waves crashes against the dark coloured stones as Y/N watches her button sized boyfriend; summat all with rosy cheeks and nose, un-tattooed, wearing excessively short knickers (so tiny it shows the curves of his cute bum perfectly), being a cheeky giggly boy while shooting his swimming scenes.

She wheezes a cold puff of breath winding her brown overcoat closer around to keep her warm but it fails to do so and she might get a scolding from Harry for being silly and waiting outside the whole time just to watch him but she doesn't care, she's extremely proud of him and comes by the sets of My Policemen once a time she gets day off her job early.

He paddles towards her like a penguin buried into humongous coats and towels, his brows furrowing together trying to recognize her dainty self waving him quite enthusiastically from far and his face softens at that.

Shaking his head when her teeth clanks together from the gush of stinging cold breeze.

"Lovie'," He wraps his nippy palms around her hands bringing them to his frosty lips to blow warm air, knowing she hates cold and gets real whiny from not being able to bear it yet she stood in it for two hours for him means alot to him because his assistant told him someone was waiting for him but didn't tell it was his actual sweet baby.

"How you're not a frozen chicken yet?" She asks sighing once in the heat of his given trailer and he makes an exhultant purring noise when she cups his face, lulling it left and right playfully, "Are you okay? She queries worriedly looking down at him with batted eyes and he muses a chuckle at her sweetness.

"Baby 'm fine -- feeling hot by the way now you're inside the van." He grins bashfully tugging her closer with his knees pulled around her legs, "You better go back home .. I don't want your cutesy bum to freeze to death." She squeaks surprisingly when he smacks her ass playfully and drags her down by pulling the lapel of her coat to smear his lips against her's fondly -- heart bigger than it's normal size at her sight making his day 100x better.

"I brought you lunch, it's on that shelf." She tells him standing at the stairs of trailer and he waves her blowing a heartious kiss her way, "Call me when y'reach, yeah?"

"Kay, bye!" Her awfully pretty smile covets dimples into his cheeks and he just want to throw himself into the sofa piled with blanket and scream into it like a teenager girl.

Though, she keeps sneezing through whole ride -- eyes teary, nose runny and fingers twitchy not to mention her numb toes making her feel very uncomfy. Her eyes dropping from being too sleepy and lazy.

She's about to catch a cold.

Tiredly she drags her feet upto their flat and doesn't even pet their kitten strawberry on the way to their bedroom and when reaches it flops over blankets snuggling into them -- without even changing into comfy clothes.

Sirens everywhere as she wakes up with a groan holding her forehead to subside the pound in it and it's feeling like blazing alarms are going off in her head making her want to puke.

It's dark outside. She's been napping for hours. She manages to sit on the edge of bed deciding whether she should stand up to go to washroom or not for that all she could see is floating wooden floor.

Weakly she trudges towards the kitchen filling a glass of water and pulls out a thermometer from one of the drawers -- she was too occupied in waiting for it to beep then checking her fever that she didn't hear Harry announcing; he's home.

She gasps quickly shoving it under her bum, "Don't you hide that thermometer from me!" He squalls rushing towards her in two big strides of his daddy long legs and her eyes widen comically.

"I was just checking and I don't have any kind of fever!" She squeals not letting him get hold of the thermometer and he glares down at her sternly, "You're burning up, baby." He hisses, the back of his hand pressed to her forehead.

She stands up and does a twirl for him shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly, "See 'm fine —- " Only to pass out but Harry was quick to take her fall in his arms gracefully squinting his eyes down at her.

"Yeah . . . could see how fine you're." She gives in atlast. Knowing he's going in a severe mommy mode.

"Put your arms around me — Or just fall on me, yeah that works too." She nods and let him slip his socks clad feetsie under her soles to walk them to their bedroom, he sits her down and she wails when he opens their wardrobe to get her something comfy.

"Nooo." She bunches up into a ball as he fists her vest top to pull it over her head, "it's freezing -- 'm feeling so cold." He frowns because he's sweating his ass off from the heat.

He sweeps her hair away from her eyes rubbing a hand down her back continuously, "It'd be a sec, pet. Then I'll warm these blankets in the drier 'n make ye' some soup, so you'd be all cosy 'n snuggly … hmm?" She's very unconvincing when sick. Wants him and just him by her side.

She wipes her nose with her sleeve and sniffs, raising her armpits in air for him and shivers terribly when he undressed her completely, "Oh me poor baby." He leans in to kiss the corner of her lips but she pushes him away grumpy-ly.

"You're g'na get sick too, dummy." He pouts childishly helping her to put her legs in her fuzzy pyjamas, plants tender kisses to her ankles once covering her feet in aloe-fused socksies.

When she stands up on wobbly legs with the support of his folded thigh he almost jumps asking worriedly.

"Where are ye' goin', missy!??"

"To washroom." Her voice barely audible her throat achy and scratchy, "'M comin' with you." He tells her demandingly and she groans knuckling at her eyes.

"No."

"You wanna walk by yourself? Alright, let's see that." He leaves her wrist and she gasps tripping forward from weakness -- catching the nearest furniture before the damage.

"Moppet, stop being so stubborn and lemme take care of you … look at you, an absolute horror –-- never been this frail." He's just so caring it makes her want to cry and have a full on water-works party. He pushes her from waist to himself pecking her sweet smelling hair and takes her to washroom.

After that he tucks her beneath two fluffy blankets and leaves her to make some soup for her and bring her medicine, "Harry!" She yowls pinching the blankets closer around her round small head and feels bad when he rushes inside in a frenzy with an utterly concerned face, serving spoon in his hand and dish rag on his shoulder.

"What happened baby? D'ya wanna throw up? Or are you feelin' freezy, should I blow up heat?" He asks in one breath and she blushes murmuring timidly, glossy eyes still very sleepy and exhausted.

She sneezes loudly, "I just –- achoo!! –- " Another sneeze and she messes her words horribly, " –- you — " Drool on the corner of her mouth.

"You achoo me?" He giggles softly fetching some tissues for her and wipes her nose with them as she struggles to clean it herself.

"'M sorry, please come back." She sighs holding in an another sneeze to avoid wetting him with her yucky stuff.

He strokes her head for a generous moment, "It's almost cooked –- oh fuck is it burning?" He sniffs the air then looks down at her with full on saucer eyes and slaps his forehead when she raises her shoulders, "Maybe?" Thankfully not all of it got ruined and his grin was obnoxious while bringing it inside. Trying to shoo away strawberry who's pawing at the frizzes of his socks.

She smiles up at him with hooded eyes when he hovers the spoon infront of her waiting to feed her as if she's some sort of lil baby and when she tells him it's hot he blows at it and when she still tries to make excuses he stares at her strictly, "Baby." He warns her and she obliges quickly grabbing his wrist delicately to eat and his heart jumps consciously at the fact she's still burning awfully.

"Did you even put salt in it? It tastes like nothing."

"Please stop wasting of what's left of ye voice on complaints about soup you can't even taste." He huffs and she giggles only to drive into fits of loud coughs. He rubs her back gently and puts the tray aside when she feels like throwing up from the effect of coughs and moves the bin where she's bended over the edge of bed and his legs.

"It's okay, hmm just let it out." He caresses her back and holds her hair away from her face -- though nothing comes out since she hasn't eaten anything from morning.

"I hate this." There comes the first sniffle and he instantly cradles her face in his soft hands, "I know dovie' you're feeling very icky right now but it'll be better in the morning, I promise." She shakes her head coughing into her elbow.

"I don't want to eat anymore." Her voice groggy and hoarse, he lifts her gaze up towards him scolding her with a stern frown.

"Hey, now none of that -- you're not allowed to sleep until your belly isn't full." She groans nodding at last and he kisses her shoulder as a little reward. She isn't very bratty. Infact she's Harry's polite girl. Though, When she's he makes sure to tug her back on line but at the moment he understands that how much she's suffering.

How much she needs him to take care of her.

Taking care of her medicines and her cough syrup he turns on the lamp laying back into heap of pillows against the headboard and spreads his knees to bunch her petite weak body against his chest and closes them when she's properly snuggled on top of him, it's one of her favourite positions to sleep in when she's sick --- clinged and cuddled to him.

Like babies on their mommy's chest with their bums sticked out.

He tightens his arms around her hiding his face into the crook of her neck and smooches tiny kisses to her sweet spot, "You're so cute baby makes me heart-ache."

His tranquil heartbeat never fails to lull her to sleep and his hands loving on her sides always makes her feel very warm, "You shouldn't have come to beach -- moppet. Knows your immune against cold is terrible." He whispers cheek squished over her head and she murmures sleepyly —- hands bundled up between her and his front, "Just wanted to make you feel ….. loved." Her words jumblish but full of affection and drool sticks to his sweatshirt when she mumbles against his chest.

Harry didn't sleep whole night making sure she's okay, making her sip her cough syrup in betweens and massaging her head but when his eyes barely dropped and the clock hit 4 in the morning whimpers and wails started slipping out of her lips as if she's in very much pain. Which infact she's. Her body shivers vigorously in his arms and even though she's sweating her fever didn't lower down a bit.

He has never seen her in such a bad condition.

He perches on his elbow immediately cupping her hot rosy cheek and gives it few pats crying out worriedly, "Hey baby -- wake up." When she doesn't listen his lungs felt suffocating themselves bile forming in his throat. He throws the blanket away sitting up fully and rests her head in the nook of his elbow.

"Y/N!?" He tries not to panic when she gives him no-response and before his anxiety driven self could duck down to press his ear to her heart her eyelids fluttered barely -- blue chapped lips moving slowly.

"'M okay, bub. Don't worry ….. "

"Bullocks. You're not okay! You can't stop shivering!! Looks almost dead." He growls angry at her and himself for not taking her to clinic soon, "You're so fucking stubborn, pet." He mutters rageously laying her gently down on the mattress and climbs down the bed to bring their coats. Almost stomping his way all around the bedroom to collect stuff.

This time doesn't ask her if she could walk or not and glides his arms underneath her shoulders and knees to haul her firmly against his chest -- blanket still wrapped around her shivering body.

"Shh, shh my baby. You're g'na be okay, 'm so sorry you're in so much pain." He tries to soothe her while walking down stairs of the building.

Turns out she caught pneumonia. They had to stay two hours at the clinic for her drip and some injections for which he had to hold her down from wiggling and squirming her way out.

Made her rest till the fever was gone temporarily then drives them back home when assured that her condition isn't worsening and right now when she's cuddled up into his side with strawberry sleeping on his thighs he nudges her lightly.

"Dovie' I love you so much but that doesn't mean you can scare the shit outta me like that." She just mewls sinking deeper into his side.

"No more set visits fo' you." He tells her seriously and she perks her head up coughing mildly and he raises his forefinger in a demand for her to stay quite, that there's nothing to argue, "You could watch me for once 'n all at the big screen."

"Harry…��" She whines tugging the hem of his sweatshirt.

"No, Harry." He pets her head down back on the pillow.

Without saying anything she distance herself from him like a grumpy shrimp and fusses under her breath. He supresses his amused chuckles noting the silliness of this girl and drags her back by her ankle towards him.

"Come back here, you little betrayer." He gasps dramatically and squishes her in his embrace till she gives up and herself nuzzles up into his homely scented neck.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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16 with Mafia!H cause I can't have enough of him

16. “Come over here you punk.” “Show me how you make out, then.”

A/N: Mafia!h is a skanky ass bitch and I love that for him. Uwu.

Y/N and Harry has grown beautifully into their relationship. Where there’s more accepting eachother’s flaws, gifting each other musing glimpses from their past and she wishes sometimes she could revive the timelines and have become friends with him the first day he entered in her shop —-- he seemed too intimidating to befriend, that Y/N used to be on loss of words upon his arrival.

In a way that Y/N no-more gets scared of his two tall Dobermann Pinschers despite the exchange of usual glares when they look like they’re about leap on her tiny self and let me tell you the tension between dogs and one human is very bizarre.

She finds them cute sometimes. When they follow Harry the moment he steps through the threshold then howls when he snaps his fingers commanding them to sit since they had their share of cuddle from him and walks towards her as she waits for him at stairs and flies into his arms after spending a long day without him.

The maids have also accepted the fact that Y/N’s here for long time and she ain’t any his side hookup or a chick for distraction, she has that motherfucker wrapped around her pinky.

They wave at her with small awkward smiles as Y/N asks them to introduce themselves. Y/N’s been filming around the mansion randomly with her vintage Yoshika video cam, started from their farm, her ducklings and their horses in the barn and bashed through the kitchen tapping at the Chef's shoulder sheepishly and recorded them as they talked -- giggling when some of them tells funny stories from their villages.

She sprints to their bedroom. Her baby pink and mauve coloured cardigan flopping around, the video becoming a wild turmoil of pixels and the ruckus of her squeals before it’s focus settles on her boyfriend sitting clad in his black boxers that's doing a very dreary job of covering his bulge, his tanned sinewy chest on display and his one hunky thigh folded under while other stays bent high – foot on foot. His body leaned into the headboard of the bed.

“Anddddd here’s me big softie of a boyfriend, he likes cake-pops and Jane Austen —--,” When her high-pitched sweet voice echoes through their room with excitement Harry quickly bundles up the guns that were laid on the mattress infront of him and the one he was cleaning into the drawer of nightstand, knowing she hates guns anywhere near her and that he promised her she'll never get to see one.

He arches his brow brazenly at her statement. She just ignores his impudence and crawls up on her knees on the bed trying to keep the camera straight, “He acts very bad and gnarly but in actual he's such a sweet pea .. cries when I deprive him of my kisses.” She grins with a hint of naughtiness and almost shoves the camera into his face but Harry’s blocking it with his infamous roll of eyes and pushing it away.

“Dickhead.” She grumbles and Harry’s brows shoots up in amusement. A grin so big that all of his pearly teeth winks at her flutters on his features, “Know tha’ the last person who talked t'me like tha', ended up in the bottom of river.” His dimples quirks deeper into smugness and she frees her wrist away from his grip and again brings the camera to his face.

“Never mind. Moving onto next thing Mr. Styles what d'you do fo'living?” She wiggles her brows expectantly and he shrugs lips down turning into nonchalance, “Kill I guess?”

“Harry!” She whines nudging his knee with her's that she’s very serious right now and he levitates his shoulders throwing his palms in air, “What!?” A shit eating grin on his face telling that he doesn’t gives two fucks.

“Next question!” She snaps with a cute huff and pinches his thigh – glowering at him to do real type of vlog with her.

“Who's more of good kisser between us?” Her eyes turns into candy heart shapes at that and Harry guffaws out an ironic laugh wiggling his index at her as if she’s silly or summat, “Duh. Sweets obviously me.” After lighting up the wrong firecracker the mob smirks cockily when she throws her cam carelessly on the mountain of sheets and tries to get away from him – flops at sofa with her arms folded that protrudes her plum bosom even more making Harry’s cock give a pulse of adrenaline to him.

“You think you’re a better kisser than me? Better cuddler?” She growls (she’ll make harry sleep on floor for the rest of the month if Harry’d make a snarky comment that she looks like a small Chihuahua when growling so he keeps it to himself) and chuckles gingerly when a pout itself makes a home at her lips, “Come over here you punk, prove it then.” Harry just loves how challenging and fearless she becomes to prove him wrong, “Show me how you make out, then.” She brings her brows down in annoyance when he doesn’t budge.

“’Kay baby ...” He giggles, then bounces up on the mattress and spreads his long arms wide as if they’re not arms but bat wings and he’s ready to cling to his prey.

Taking onto the strident tone of a pilot instructing his passengers he digs his feet deeper to warn her about the jump, grins when she giggles at his comic antics, “Here comes y’man in 1 ... 2 ... and 3 —--,” She squeals out a loud laugh when he lands on her with an ominous thump of his bare skin meeting the leather of couch. His arms and legs sneaking around her body as he traps her beneath his heavy self and tickles her till she’s pushing him away with a gasp of breather and cusps of giggles as he blows raspberries at her cheeks.

“I hate you!” She says in the amidst of giggles and he stops his poking and his silly tickling from his curls everywhere against her nose and takes his head out from the valley of her breasts, “Say that another time and I’ll knock y’out."

Woofs out a teasing laugh when she gulps visibly and her cheeks heats up with blush as he puckers his lips against her's in a caring kiss, “With my cock, baby.” His joke not setting right with Y/N earns him a slap at his bicep feeling like a pinch to him honestly and a smile is breaking at her face as she rolls her eyes.

“Downright asshole.” Her curse gets mumbled as he tries to snog her off, her face lulled into his palms and their foreheads pressed as he kisses her with little breaks of just glistening smiles and never being able to stop laughing at her eccentric reaction.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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YOU DO MR. CHEWY

A/N: Here's my little participation to @oh-honey-styles FIC SLAM 2. Just a floofy blurb of Harry and bubba, dadrry in particular, reblog as much as you can —- loads of love!!

Summary: Where bubs losts her first ever pet and Harry's there for the heartbreak.

Tip-tap, tip-tap, tip-tap the water runs inside the bathroom, teetering of crickets hidden somewhere in the flower beds hues with the buzz of air conditioner. It prickles goosebumps on their skin every other second and the cool sheet rustles from their commotion.

Harry has his calf sneaked out from under the sheets because his lovie’s warmth drowns him in the wee of night, he’s all snuggled up into her, nose tucked between her soft tits and their palms inclined.

There’s peace. Nope. Scratch that. There’s serenity his lovie likes to describe it that way –-- her profound vocabulary full of beautiful words.

But, married couples aren’t that lucky are they?

Ominous thuds prattles in the result of hasty feetsies hitting the hardcore floor in rush accompanied by panicked shrieks. Everything creaks stirring him in his sleepy state.

It’s like Harry’s senses heightened incredibly from past one year –- it’s god gifted, truly.

He feels like he got another pair of eyes behind his head too, four hands and many many feet.

A tantrum nearing? He’s on alert and saving themselves from the assault.

A painful fall? ‐--- well what his big hands are for?

Rice puree everywhere.....sighs he's very good at moping and cleansing.

This time though he chooses to ignore whatever his toddler is up to, snores lightly into his wife’s neck and hugs himself into his darling.

He just can’t --- he really really can’t.

Not after their sexy time. When he fucked her face first into mattress till she was crying and begging mess for him.

They’re just heaps of wool piled on top of eachother from their last night rough activities.

He groans tiredly counting under his breath, the moment his baby barges in and raids their sleepy states as he hears her scream a loud, “Pupssss!!!” from outside and far.

Bab picked it from her mommy. Since, Y/N calls Harry puppy all the time. His little bun all could babble was, “pups.” thinking his name's that.

Harry wasn’t dissapointed at all when she blinked up at him with big innocent dove eyes, thick lashes resting on her peachy cheeks, mouth guppy and she drived into fits of squeals when Harry picked her up in air -- blowing raspberries at her tummy.

“Yeah, bubba, pups...say it one mor’ time —--” Next thing Y/N found him melted into a puddle of floss.

Harry was over the moon!

No! He galloped from one star to another and never landed back on planet earth, he was that happy -– if you ask so.

He jerks up. Then flumps backs. Jerks up again as the door banged against the wall revealing his dishelved bab, her plum cheeks soaky with tears, eyes swollen, button blushed nose runny, lips trembly, her goldenish hickory curls bouncing atop of her head like springs dancing in different directions. The tabs of her nappy loose on her hips and her gait wobbly,

Indicating, she just woke up to find out the disaster.

he’s thankful to heavens above that he had enough muscles last night to cover his bum with clads.

Harry let a gag emit waking Y/N up and she knuckles the sleepiness away, gasping at the sight of her hamster pet in her grasp.

“Oh me sweet bunny, c'mere.” Harry mumbles for his bub. Sitting up. His tummy rolling, his shoulders slumpy and his curls akin to her daughter dropping infront of his puffy eyes.

Bub climbs up the huge bed pressing her smol feet into mattress for the right footing and with the help of her mother and Harry tries not to squeak when she put her ---- unconscious hamster on the sheet as if it’s the most fragile thing in the world.

Precious little thing.

Though, her world is small. It starts from her colourful cubby and ends at her, “pups.” “mama.” And her pet hamster “Mr. Chewy.”

Harry slides his palm under her bum – scoops her up and cradles her into his lap, rubbing his hand in soothing circles at her back to calm his frenzied baby down and to stop her from crying and turning herself into a blueberry.

“What happened little bun? Hmm? Don’t like when ye' cry, button.” He tries not to wince, lips twitching into grimace and expressions freaking out as the rotten leg of Mr. Chewy touches his chest.

Harry’s a menace. He very well knows what happened --- he just rubbed salt on his bub's very first wound.

She cries without a breather, raising her injured hamster in air like Simba from Lion King.

“He..-‐ chew—..” Hiccups, “Pups c-..he —-" Sniffles, “Mr chew-y..---y.” Harry’s heartbreaks when she sobs sadly and he pushes her sweaty curls back, kissing her temple humming to let her know he’s listening.

“...he a—- ate, h-his arm.” She’s full on sobbing now.

She’s learning body parts and maybe a tad progressing?

Harry wastes first few seconds pondering in confusion is it arms? Or legs? If not arm then why not leg? Leg why not arm .... fuck it. Let it be limbs of minikin hamster.

He glances back at his wife crying in a silent plead for his wife to guide him for a comeback, but she clutches the sheet over her eyes grossed out and hides away, “don’t look at me like that!” so Harry grumps -- turns his attention down towards his soft hearted bun.

He stammers to tell her truth in less painful way to upset his baby more, “Bunny ... erm' —- I think so...,” He wheezes, “–- what I think that is ..... umm mr. chewy is very sleepy?” He's very unsure how to tell her that her loving pet found his own leg very yummy and dragged himself to his own death.

How he's gonna tell her that she has a funeral soon to attend.

He squawks when she shoves Mr. Chewy to his chin shaking her head vigorously and wails, “No! Pups do!!” Harry doubles back in confusion frowns asking her in his sweetest voice.

“Do what, buns?”

Her answer leaves him flabbergasted and her mommy laughing at the top of lungs, so hard, she tumbles down the bed.

“Do Mr. Chewy!” If anything else didn’t make Harry gag loudly and dramatically this sure did as he glares Y/N who's cooking up the dirty scenario in her head.

He sighs wetly, rocking her on his thigh and takes Mr. Chewy in his hands with his internal organs knocking into eachother and screaming, “Can’t do much baby ... he’s not anymore with us, came last night to me and said he doesn’t like with us anymore.” He shrugs staring funnily at the hamster whose leg is dangling from Harry’s palm and his lil tongue poking out like in cartoons.

“Noooo, you do mr. chewy, pups.” She sniffles dolefully.

He wipes her fat tears away as she looks up at him with an angry pout whispering, “Stop him.” Don’t worry I’m her personal translator. All she’s trying to say that,

She’s minutes away from holding a grudge with her daddy as to why he didn’t stop Mr. Chewy from leaving last night.

“Bub. Mr. Chewy would be sad watching you cry ... how bout we make him a bed in our garden so he could sleep peacefully from now on?” Y/N tries to reason .. glancing up at her husband who's really about to pass out.

After so much consolation from both of her parents and sweet talk of her pups, bubby agrees grappling at Harry’s shoulders.

He whisper yells at his wife who’s giggling and giggling, doing nothing but giggling her ass off, “You’re such a little shit!” She seems unfazed though and pinches the dimple at his back making him more grumpy.

The dramatics are real intense as Harry lays Mr. Chewy into the dig with his bunny standing beside him with her squaby hand put on his squatted knee, gazing with teary eyes and wobbly bottom lip.

He even wrote a devoted Mr. Chewy on a small brick with a sharpie she fetched him from her play books and plants it at Mr. Chewy's grave.

Y/N smiles with warm chest watching them from the window.

“Bye-bye Mr. Chewy ......” Harry holds back from cooing awfully in love with her when she whimpers waving and bidding good-bye to her pet.

He sits her on his hip and walks them inside as she cries softly into his neck. Bunches onto sofa comfortably and squeezes her closer to his heart, bringing her strawberry smelling head under his chin and murmurs sweetly to her while Y/N makes them scrambled eggs and French-toasts they ever like so much.

Like daddy, like daughter.

“Shhhh. Bubba. Mr. Chewy's in hamster heaven now and very happy.” He pecks her hairline --- trails it down her cushiony skin and keeps her cocooned in his arms, “G'na fill ye tummy with mummy’s french toast ‘n take a nap after that, yeh sweet tooth?” He strokes the apple of her cheeks tenderly as she knuckles at her eyes exhausted from crying so much.

“Heyy, now sleepy button ... c'mon don’t want ya napping all empty belly and hungry.” He pokes her milky dimples deeper than his's when her head lolls against his chest and her bubbly face squished, with drool making a map on his shirt.

He doesn’t budge even a little to not to wake his bubby when Y/N comes back holding the plates and he pecks her lips, thanks her and takes it from her.

“Can't ‘ave her another pet, my bunny gets too emotionally attached to anyone and anythin' --- not good for her.” He pouts gazing down at her softly and sadly.

Y/N gives a squeeze to his shoulder and teases him to lighten up the mood. She moans with belly ache cackles, “dooo Mr. Chewy Harry!” When he tries to push himself away from her she giggles grabbing him from neck and kisses his lips grinning against them.

“You’re never going to let that, go, are you?” He muses astonishingly and bites on her lower lip making her gasp and quip.

“Nope.” He just sighs comically, slip shutting his eyes with a benevolent grin at his lovie's silliness and his chest puffs larger in size.

He'd have gone nuts until now without her and he's very glad that she's the back of his hand, an invisible support and his strength.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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READER WITH POTS.

Y/N was 17 when one day she went to pond for a swim with her cousin; that unfortunately the few hours later she was exposed to a news that was as painful as it was to swallow.

Y/N have POTS.

Her body felt unfamiliar to her when the mere swimming had her heartbeat spiking up inflamingly high causing her to black out against the slippery rock.

It was horror. Yeah, but something more horrific than this stupid disease was her every date yeeting away from her the moment they used to hear about it.

In her eyes. She isn’t a babe from a rom-com who has a chronic illness and a lover, she's almost normal and average with a tiny malfunction in her internal factory.

Y/N had it all control. She did! Trust me! Please?

Until, one day she was on her part-time job at this shop in her block when a cute dude with his cute marble eyes stepped inside, all the 8 eyes were on him, yes except Y/N there were 3 more employs since it’s pretty empty all the time.

Call it silly. But, Y/N was so endeared as he wiggled around the narrow aisles carelessly -- but it felt like he had his scrutiny on her and her heart thought it was the best time to go kooky over a guy and embarrass her for lifetime.

She passed out against the racks and Harry was baffled, mouth closing and opening fish like, he rushed to help her up but like a slime she was all sprawled onto the floor and her fellow workers came to rescue, gave Harry awkward smiles and pulled her from armpits like a potato sack into the staff room.

It’s been 5 years and Y/N thinks she hasn’t loved anyone with this much faith and devotion before.

On their first date he didn’t made her feel like she deserves to hangout certain group of people only, he was gentle and so respectful towards her condition. He still has the cups of peanut butter ice-cream they had after their date that night, “I read that peanuts are good f'you.” He said with a soft little smile that day and got kissed in return – because gosh! Nobody has ever done that for her ever.

He used to send over salty dry fruits and banana chips to her until the next they’d be able to meet, when cuddling he always made sure they had the perfect layers of blankets and that the heat wasn’t too high and that he isn’t squishing her too warm.

Y/N would always giggle and peck him upon seeing his fridge littered with sticky notes having the little facts about her illness.

Y/N was scared -- well not scared but bit hesitant to do anything more intimate than making out, Harry made sure she was comfortable enough to trust him to do it with him and he was the sweetest angel while making love to her.

He had it all arranged himself. Silk bedsheets so she doesn’t sweat alot, the heat was very minimum, he had a tall cold glass of water on nightstand and salty granola bars for her – all of it made her cry into his chest.

He's always such a honey.

Even now when she has it all in control (Harry has helped her alot through breathing exercises different therapies and meditation, he just wants to see his sunshine happy and healthy as ever) he’s always grabbing onto her wrist to help her stand up even she assures him with a kiss that she’s alright, he always puts a pillow under her spine and makes sure to give her breaks while having sex, to adjust back the shower temperature whenever he takes one (she had an incident and it proper frightened Harry to core).

He never forgets to tell her how proud he’s of his brave and strong-headed baby.

The only time Harry didn’t fret out and giggled continuously when they went on a fun fair and Harry won this giant, 4x bigger chunkier fluffier unicorn stuffie for Y/N and she got so overly excited and joyous that she started feeling dizzy but before the damage Harry was hugging her to himself and laying them both on the ground not caring if people stared, “You’re so cute lovie,” He pecked her hair and she just grumbled into his chest at the fact she ruined the moment for them.

To this day it’s Harry’s one of the favourite memories.

Harry was reading and she was making a little sweater for their puppy when she started feeling light-head and tingly in her limps, apparently it’s happening because she has been sitting crossed legs for too long on the floor else she has rarely gotten her episodes since she turned 22.

“Harry ..” His head perks up at the weariness of her voice and she pats the mattress, eyes fluttering close as she counts the seconds in her, “’M gonna faint don’t panic okay bubby —-,” Before that Harry’s leaving his spot and skidding closer to her and laying her in his lap, his palm against her forehead and he smooches a kiss to her lips when she blacks out smiling.

He waits for her. Like he had always for her.

Her softie of a boyfriend.

She's grateful to have him in her life and surroundings.

He towers over her to block the sunlight to not to let it hurt her and his heart revives back into his bones when she comes back to him, she raises her hand to caress his face and out of habit he brings it down to her kissing her sweat fingertips.

“Hi.” He whispers with glimmering pupils and she gives out a hoarse giggle, “Hiya me most loved pillow.” Adorable smooching noise filling in the air as he exaggerated his ‘mwah' against her drumming pulse along with ‘I love yous'

“Y'wanna go for peanut ice-cream rolls?”

“Yupppp.” Y/N could never be more in love, Harry lives in the hiccups of her heartbeats.

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12. “It’s pitch black and I could still see you blushing, baby.”

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Milk that of honey mist glittered at it’s silken surface and she knits them together with her fingertips, holding back occasional coos and little soft fond noises for her frog.

He’s sleeping with his forearms looped around his eyes like that of some kitten with folded paws and she scooches up on her elbows to mop up his cheeks with her delight infatuated kisses.

Harry’s always the one in their relationship that wants to watch all the shows but ends up sleeping and Y/N ends up finishing them and he’s left complaining.

He isn’t the faulty one here, because his lovie's warmth is just too tempting and comfy he couldn’t help but fall into deep slumber.

While he sleeps afloat into his dream boat of him loving on her, embracing her and talking sweet to her all being submerged into pillows of their bed.

She admires him. Takes her moment and let his features burn celestial into her mind.

She worms up his tummy and wraps herself, limbs and all around him like a big fluffy blanket.

She pecks her nose up his chin like a puppy silently asking for attention and sponges soaky fond kisses all over his rosy sleep-flushed cheeks, pecks his glittery eyelids and his thick lashes that rests peacefully upon the apples of his cheeks and his earlobes and his temple and keeps on kissing him —-- places a soft kiss and backs away to adore the spot and then pecks that spot to layer her love more, for him.

Sometimes she wishes she could go inside his heart, see the strings and atriums, watch it beating and bleeding, when they’re so in love and together. In summers and winters when they sip the, flowers, drink the endearment, when they’re making love and when they’re just laying beside eachother in just silence she wants to watch it all go hysterical to placid lull of beat with her bare eyes.

“I love you.” She whispers with a sloppy trail of kisses under the belly of his chin and let’s her lashes tickle him, “I love, I love you, I love you.” Her breathy murmurs melts on his skin and she truly really loves him so much, sometimes it leaves her in deep ponder and affliction.

He stirs awake, blinking his eyes sleepily and giggles hoarsely when she nuzzles herself into the crook of his woodsy smelling neck and peppers kisses there too with a constant puddy soft mantra of, “I love you’s.”

“What's it lovie'?” He puffs out a nourishing sigh of breath and squishes her closer. She wiggles out from his hold and digs her palms into his toned pecs, whines with a gleeful smile of tenderness, “I just love you so much!” Gifting him a lazy delicate kiss on his lips and he giggles shying away into her shoulder.

“It’s pitch black and I could still see you blushing, baby.” She coos sweetly poking the dimples that adorns his weary soft face with a loopy smile.

“Stop!” He almost squeaks out in ducky voice nuzzling his face into her chest and she laughs out loudly squirming and cuddling into him to an extent she just wants to mesh into him.

After a pause of moment he’s taking his head out from the softness of her chest and taps her chin, “Lovie?” He calls her sheepishly and when she hums he’s sneaking a kiss to her throat.

“I love you too, very much.”

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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PRETTY CARE TAKER.

A/N: In the gross memory of staying 2 days in hospital and making a mess out of myself in the ER + not getting any Harry to me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Y/N doesn’t have any idea how she reached here. Last thing she knows is, her joints and limbs were on fire and she felt like a chicken rotisserie; wrapped in a blanket and adorned with a shitface she called an Uber and that’s how she found herself in this hospital bed where someone’s hovering over her and some imbecile’s slapping flies away packed in corner she wouldn’t be surprised if it turns out to be her bestfriend.

With a pounding head she tried to peek through narrows slits painstakingly if she’ll be honest the first thing she was smacked with was green eyes, too bright and shiny and assuring yet concerned for the girl who’s comically surprised as if she woke up on the lands of Mars and the second a little name tag that was too hard to read with such fuzziness.

“Hi, honey. ‘M Harry Styles, your assigned nurse.” He greeted her tucking her reports and her vitals clipboard in his armpit, pressing a button to elevate her bed to make her feel comfortable.

“How long I’ve been out?” She asked groggily. Vision blurry and throat parched with tiniest bit of drool on the corners of her mouth.

His brows raised begrudgingly from where he’s concentrating down on her reports. He slowly moves his eyes to set on her, smiling at her softly, he’s got dimples and all those pretty boyish stuff Y/N would have squealed over if she wasn’t feeling this sick, “You fainted on the doors of ER. don’t worry I got ya strawberry blanket safe and secure in one of your lockers.” Her head quickly bobbed down to take a look at herself finding herself in a hospital robe cheeks tinting with embarrassment from either the information.

She tilted her head in the big pillow to wash away her own awkwardness asking him teasingly, “Was I heavy to lug around.” A rum of cackle mingled with the sound of air conditioner running low and Harry shook his head matching her wit even though they both know stretchers exists for a reason.

“Jus’ a sack of rice.” He quips moving his eyes away from Y/N who's giggling tiredly with a pout to glance back at one of the lady nurse bringing a tray of food and Y/N’s medicines for the day. He grabs the trays from the older nurse and thanks her politely before sitting it at the wooden palette.

“Y/N do y’want t’a go to washroom before having your meal? It’ll be better if you do.” He asks watching gears going maniac in her brain for the littlest of thing. She does want to. She just doesn’t want to make a mess out of herself.

“I feel wobbly,” She murmurs trying to sit up and Harry immediately comes to her side unhooking her IV carefully and helping her up with his hand spanned on the length of her shoulder, “’M here for a reason. You not worry and jus' relax.” He coils his arm around where his hand was previously and uprights her on her feet towards the washroom.

“Will you be okay on your own inside? Do you want me to call some lady nurse?” He twisted the door-knob for her easily and she just shakes her head passing him a weak smile, “I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

He was pouring a glass of water for her when she trotted back and helped putting her feet back on the bed when she struggled to, “I look like some vampire sucked all blood out of me.” She murmured shuddering at the cool air hitting her wet face.

“Mosquitos are eviller than vampires.”

“Malaria?” She asks, her suspicions already confirming at his pity-filled eyes.

“Out of all people, these nasty bugs had a personal issue with me?”

“What a personal attack!”

“Quite personal because your platelets are low and you mightyy have to spend a week here, atleast you’ll get alot of rest.” He fills her with the news slowly and cautiously not sure how she’ll take it because most patients tend to cry at the spot— but she paints a brave expression on her face and nods curtly.

“But what about my UNI? They’ll have my head on plate.” She rolls the peas and if not for Harry’s deterred careful gaze on her she’d have move to the pomegranates already.

“We’ll take care of it, yeah? The only way you could heal early is to rest and relax got it?”

“Rise and shine, love. How are you feeling?” Next day in the morning he comes with a tray of food and her medicines in a cup himself.

“Proper dog poop.” She knuckles at her eyes, voice barely audible and when she sits up with much tug and war she sees galaxies everywhere.

Her time has finally come.

“Harry. . .” She calls him from where he’s checking her reports from last night and Harry’s head snaps up quickly, scurrying towards her worriedly when she flops back into the pillows weakly— her groans and whines filling the room.

“M-my ears, they are.. buzzing and I couldn’t see a thing.” She sniffled grasping onto his wrist in panic and Harry rubs her arms, “’S okay you’re okay.” His voice calming and tranquil and Y/N wonders how many patients had just healed from his rasp alone.

“It’s hot in here and ye' blood pressure is high from all of the medicines– did you ask to turn off air conditioner last night?” He adjusts her to lay a tad straighter on the pillows and she nods feeling her tongue swelling up, “Was cold.”

“It’s okay. It happens from suffocation, you’ll be good in a second lemme just—” He didn’t realize he was gripping onto his pager with such force as he rushed to roll the curtains to let the sunshine in and turned on the AC setting it to a low temperature.

“Take a huge breather f’me, honey.” He croons. Heart stringing at the gloss in her eyes and she follows the rise and fall of his chest.

“Have breakfast. Ten minutes later, I’ll give ya your medicines and take a nap. If you’ll be able to walk we could go outside and sit on one of the benches for fresh air, yeah?”

He notices the tremble in her fingers trying to grab onto her fork and without a word takes it from her weary grasp and tears the french toast bringing it to her mouth.

Never in her life Y/N thought she’d be treated such as a royalty moreso from someone who’s this darn handsome.

“How are you feeling now?” Though, the white dark circles are prominent on her. Her lips and nails pale and her cheeks missing its plumpness, she still manages a tiny murmur that makes Harry smile.

“Peachy.”

“Good.”

It’s her fourth day in the hospital today. Harry visits her four times a day how much she assures him it’s not necessary and but he scolds her that’s she’s equally important as other patients. Bonus points are him tagging along her doctors checkups and waving her sneakily with his arms folded behind him and passing her a small shy smile.

She’s already bored to hell. Quite sure if her bestfriend would’ve been here the days would have passed in a span of light but due to covid restrictions visitors aren’t allowed and y/n doesn’t want to be selfish and put her friend in danger.

She isn’t allowed to use her phone, not any conspiracy behind it but Harry had strictly demanded her not to. It sores your shoulders and makes you more sick than you already are par him (he’s worst than her mom who believes in WhatsApp remedies alot and thinks that phones are rooted to every problem), she doesn’t watch telly because it cranks her neck and it got the same episode of kardashians running on loop making her want to scoop her eyeballs out because they already burn alot so when Harry brought her a puzzle she was surprised and over the moon to busy herself solving it.

Until now, as she couldn’t put it together and she slams her fist with a pout.

Her eyes heavy and her body turning lethargic, “Think you really wanna have fight with me.” She grumbles softly and he just chuckles collecting the puzzle to put it away and she flumps back crossing her arms atop her chest.

“Nope.” His eyes flits over her adorably grumpy features as he tucks away an extra pillow from behind her and lower her bed, “Whyyy.” Her whine sloppy.

“’Cos I know I wouldn’t even last a round fighting you.” He says nonchalantly whilst checking her thermometer and even though he tries to keep himself grounded but the last few days he has grown fond of her which's very not him when tending to patients.

“Would hurt my poor ego, wouldn’t it, love?” He asks. Adoring gaze on her trying to fight the sleep away, her mouth parting and her eyelids drowsy as she folds onto Harry’s side.

“What did you put in my cherry slurpi?” She asks him not sure why out of blue she feels so sleepy and ready to knock out.

“Drugs.” He deadpans. He’s not wrong though.

“Sneaky enough.”

Her next innocent question, hitches his breath and blows his pupils away.

“Would you be there when I wake up?” She asks drowsily. Trying to brush away the annoying strands of hair falling in her eyes away.

“’Course, love.” Harry promises her tucking her hair behind her ear and gives a little pat to her head.

That night Harry stayed past his shift to fulfil his promise and got teased from the HR staff for being whipped for the girl that’s equally very fond of the brunette.

“Harry...?” She sure couldn’t believe her eyes, her sick eyes when Harry makes his way inside not to wake or startle her.

He’s not in his nurse scrubs. Wearing a bode corduroy shirt and brown pants, his hair aren’t gelled as they usually are instead they’re tousled into cream ribbons and he’s such a sight for sore eyes.

They both wouldn’t admit it but they missed eachother terribly especially Harry because Fridays were his offs and he wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.

“Hi. How are ya?” He asks sheepishly and Y/N laughs. It’s the first time he has listened her sweet laugh and she bobs her head, “Do you even rest? Or I’ve been a major reason fo’ your nightmares?”

“Could never.” He simpers sitting on the couch near to her and how he’s gonna tell her she’s more in his dreams than his nightmares, he kept flipping restless whole night thinking if she’s okay and a lady nurse comes with steel tray of Y/N’s daily injection giving Harry a knowing smile and Y/N doesn’t want to be rude but it’s the first time someone else will do it except Harry and the anxiousness is obvious on her healing face.

“I’ll tend to her, it’s okay Mrs. Bright.” Noticing her unease Harry flies to latch on trays quite theatrically making nurse Bright shake her head at the foolish sweet boy in disbelief.

No words were exchanged as he snapped the latex gloves around his wrists filling the injection with the medicine, “This ones gonna sting.” He tells her softly and she rolls her bottom lip in anticipation bolting her eyes shut as he taps the spot before inserting the needle in her delicate skin.

She wheezes a breath, that catches Harry’s slightest attention and he smiles when she tries to distract herself with the round circles on her arms he’s marked with a pink sharpie, like giving a fussy kid stars to make them happy, “Why do up keep tattooing me Mr. Styles.” A lilt of tease and waver of pain in her voice.

She hisses when he carefully takes the needle out, “It’s to make sure I wouldn’t inject you in the same spot again.” He watches her curling her toes because damn it actually stings like a bitch.

He soothes her with sweet hushing, rubbing her arm that numbs for a second and she breathes out a chuckle, “Fuck.” Tears blossoming the corners of her eyes.

“You’re okay, ‘s alright, ‘s okay.. woul you like some cherry slurpi darling, hmm?” He croons sweetly, smiling how her eyes brightened up at the mention of slurpi.

“Yeah I’d love.” He’s already jabbing the straw in the tiny straw and wrapping her fingers around the packet and tapping the end of straw against the smiling slope of her lips.

“I’ll be a half nurse when I’m stepping out from here.”

“Good. ‘cos trust me nursing schools are pain in arse.” He discards his gloves away and goes to sit closer to her, making her tummy absolute butterflyyy she blames it on her sickness.

“You’re the best, y’know tha’?” She chews onto her straw nudging his thigh from where he’s sitting parallel to her and he tugs at her toes, “Boosting my ego aren’t you?” He grins and she doesn’t hesitate to agree.

“You still don’t want to have a lil fight with me? C’mon ‘m bored!” She sways and closes her fingers into a fist as she’s ready to take him down any minute slumping in defeat when he shakes his head with a giggle.

“Don’t you want to fight for this pillow fort and these beeping machine kingdom?” She grins lethargically now sure he actually got some drugs in this slurpi because one sip and she feels like a blob fish.

“I’ve got this hospital castle all to myself why would I want your small cottage?” He teases, massaging her calves and hesitates when she breathes heavily but soon she's purring into her pillow ready to drowse off and Harry squeezes her ankle wishing her a good sleep.

It was past midnight and Harry frowned, he hasn’t left her side and he feels quilty for his feelings coming in between his profession but then he gives himself the excuse of Fridays are off card and every guilt washes away.

He frowned. Heart tugging in concern when Y/N woke up with a scared gasp and a cold sweat searching blindly around the bed in the mellow light of lamp.

He’s turns into a puddle of floss when she murmurs his name sleepily and hoarsely, “Harry?” Before it got any louder he scooted towards her wiping sweat away from her forehead and caressed a thumb up her cheek.

“’M here... ‘m right here, darling.” He whispers carding his long fingers through her hair and in haziness she feels the chillness of his rings she has never seen on his fingers before, “Can you ... “ She gulps, eyes fluttering in slumber, “Will you cuddle me, please?” She curled into him shivering with the chill of her sweat drying.

“You’re so warm... “ She murmurs when Harry wraps an arm around her and pushes her closer to him, cupping her head to make her nuzzle in his chest. His lips quirks up when Y/N whines again cuddling into him like a touched starved kitten, “You smell nice too. I smell like hospital, meds and Vicks balm.”

On her discharge day. She was bummed she couldn’t find Harry anywhere she just wanted to thank him and a sad pout sat on her lips, too shy to ask the receptionist about him.

She was walking out of the hospital when a loud heavy pant of her name stopped her in mid-tracks, a beam of thousand suns adoring her face as Harry gleams at her endearingly.

“Y/N ...” He breathes with a wide mouthed simper ducking a little from running all the way to her.

“Harry ...” She grins, taking a step closer to him and feeling her insides swarm with giddiness at his gentle hold to her wrist.

Her eyes falls over her strawberry blanket and the lily scenting bath bombs (hoping it might help her get rid of hospital smell) he has wrapped in a gift bag with a ‘ready to fight me?’ tag which he forwards towards her, scratching the back of his neck.

“Thank you, Harry.” His heart hiccups in his chest when she tiptoes to plant a soft peck to his cheek and his warm loving hand spreads on the lower of her spine instinctively.

“Will you gimme your number already, or I’ve to come back to collect you myself?” She teases him, taking his beloved gifts happily from him and twirls the tag feeling his nose running down her hairline.

“I hope not. Seriously, no.” He grimaces petting her hair and she smiles shyly as he writes his number down on her palm.

“Fridays are off, right?”

“Fridays are off.” He nods with a grin.

“Meet you Friday night?”

“Meet me Friday night.” He’s already waiting impatiently and excitedly to meet her out of hospital premises.

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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Hates to, Hate you.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: Harry realizes that hurting Y/N broke him into pieces and tries to win her back with the confession of true feelings, will Y/N��let him? If yes, how? How will he walk through fire for her?

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader!with anxiety.

AU: fake dating, slow burn, sexual tension, enemies to lover!

Warning: Mentions of violence, sexual assault, language, adult topics.

PART 1, MASTERLIST

"Please, stop." He says dolefully rubbing his eyebrows to get rid of the ache pounding in his head.

He's miserable. It hurts to not have her with him. It's been two tragic months of going through constant sleepless nights, disrestless stomach, intoxicating himself to forget her, staring at things like a hawk and missing her terribly.

He was alone before her and never felt this lonely.

He sees her everywhere. In his dreams and her shadows in his drawing room getting excited over a ceramic vase someone gifted him. Dancing in his kitchen to the beat of pink floyd and hip-checking him for a cheerful nudge, in his back garden rescuing a sparrow who broke it's neck and in his attic stressing over her assignments.

Everything reminds him of her. The fruity drinks that the barista's handing to the people, the fairy lights upon their heads and how she used to fond over them —- buying it for his bedroom too and when he refused to hang them, she just brushed off his snarky comment and did it herself.

The ring in Harris finger floods back all the bitter-sweet memories of the time he refused to have a lil fun with her, (Y/N and Harris made friendship rings and bracelets for eachother with the colorful beads to spend their boring time in his home waiting for him to write some lines before they went to a gumball shop) as they try to knock some senses in their friend's brain, "You tried to dodge a heartbreak and still ended up shattering your heart, yourself." They worry about him. That he's been bearing the pain all alone and not sharing it with anyone.

His voice croak-y and hoarse, "How's she?" The question haunts him. She blocked his phone number and even in the wee hours of night he wrecks his mind whether he should call her or not, he couldn't because she doesn't want to hear his voice.

He misses her voice. He misses her complaints and whines as if they filled the stoic parts of his life with happiness.

"How'd I know?" Harris lowers down to rest their elbows on the table, "I -- I thought . . she isn't in contact with ye'?" When Harris shakes their head with a gesture that he's being truthful it sinks his heart furthermore.

He clears his throat, twisting the jewels on his hand and sucks his bottom lip to muster some courage, "I've been seeing someone." Harris chokes on the boba they were chewing on for so long, "You what?" They are completely perturbed at his statement. Even though they've been working together and been friends before Y/N came in the picture, she's still their bezzy and we don't betray our bezzies like that.

"Yeah, someone to help me sort me feelings out." Harry frowns confusedly and then realization washes upon him so he becomes frantic in his chair, "No . . not what you're thinkin'." He runs his fingers through his hair to subside the twitch in them.

"A therapist, 'm talkin' bout a therapist . ." He sighs watching his tea waft down sympathetically.

"Oh. That's a good start, Harry!" Harris tries to bring the same dimply boyish smile that used to flutter over his lips whenever she used to tease him, unfortunately it never appears.

Y/N didn't handle her first ever heartbreak well. She lost her appetite, her focus on her studies and to her surprise didn't shed a single tear –-- it just kept piling in her chest and she waited for the moment it'd burst until she saw those pictures plastered all over social media. Pictures of him with some model that isn't a shorty pants like her at all, totally how those ladies described his type to be and someone with whom he wouldn't be embarrassed to hang out with.

She's everything, Y/N's jealous of. Those sparkling blue eyes compared to her boring brown ones, handsome figure and the radiance of richness.

Then she got stuck into her life responsibilities and worried about other things such that; she wasn't able to pay any bills and her flat's rent despite doing two part time jobs along with doing her class-fellows assignments in return of money and still got kicked out of it. Her close friend offered her to live in her studio and she has made it her kitchen, study, sleeping room with her stuff and clothes scattered everywhere.

She lives on noodles and toasted breads sometimes treating herself with delights of kit-kat bars in the middle of nights.

Watches her friend do her work and leave when the night comes by —- she has never felt this lonely in her entire life.

"So, was it love at first sight?" Nora her friend asks, handing her cuppa tea and a scone. Y/N let a weak sad smile slip, shaking her head and reminiscing all those moments where she was falling in love with him without even realizing, "Falling in love slowly patiently is the most beautiful . . . at some time I used to loathe his existence but staying with him and after knowing him, it was like --— an escapeless tunnel. I didn't realize it, till one day I woke up and my heart saw him in a different light, where I wanted to give him all me lovin' but he wasn't ready for it." She shrugs sipping the hot beverage and doesn't flinch from the burn that tingles at the tip of her tongue.

When she put her cup aside Nora takes her hand assuring her sweetly, "You'll have that person soon -- he's just on his way, with a big bouquet of roses and a teddy bear to give you the lovin' you deserve." Y/N giggles at that waving her off and not showing how her person is still Harry. What does she do to forget him? To fool her in thinking he isn't her first love.

"Aish, Nora aren't you gettin' late? Gooo." She had some clients to meet before she stopped here at studio to grab some things but it turned into a girlie hangout, "Take care honey and don't forget to put a bucket there." She points to the corner where water's dripping from the rooftop and Y/N exhaled an exasperated sigh of breath when the door clicks leaving her alone yet again.

It was past twelve and when usually she pulls an all nighter to study -- today she decided to sleep early. Her bad habit of overthinking kicks in again, this time it's not over some silly thing but she ponders over where she went wrong? She should've kept her feelings to herself and atleast would have been sleeping in her bed cuddled with her chonky cat Zippy.

She misses Zippy badly.

A noise of door unlocking loudly drags her from her reverie and her heart pounds against her ribcage ready to break it. Who could be at this hour of night? It could be Nora since she's the only one who got keys to the place.

Sitting up quickly she squints against the blinding lights and watches someone's boot stepping over her blanket that flopped onto the floor from the sofa she's sleeping on.

"Kevin? What are you doing here?" He's Nora's boyfriend and her classfellow. He just shrugs tumbling his way towards the sofa and she tries to scoot back from him as much as possible, "I'm here to see you. . ." He slurs. It knocks her breath out, filling terror in her veins as the heels of her feet rub against the leather of the couch in her effort to be away from him.

"What? This's not appropriate I -- I . . suggest you to call Nora s –- so, what're you doin —-" She squeaks in fear sinking into the couch when he towers over her and traps her under him with his hands on either side of her body aggressively, "I like you. Why don't you get it!!" She flinches when he shouts angrily with bloodshot eyes and the smell of alcohol disgusts her springing tears in her eyes.

"Please, stop . . ." She whispers with silent tears running down her throat using all her strength to push at his shoulders but he grips her hips tightly and yanks at her sleeping shirt revealing the strap of her bralette. She couldn't even cry for help. It's useless so putting some belief in herself for the last time she uses all her power and kicks him in his crotch pushing him roughly on the floor.

His nails tear at her delicate skin but she doesn't care before running out of the studio ignoring the names he's calling her from behind.

She runs away, away and away. Not thinking twice where she's going before crossing the bridges and tunnels. It feels like her ears are bleeding with the echo of loud horns of traffic and the hopelessness of her life makes her fall on her knees. She cries all the tears she was bottling up for months feeling like she's running out of time and reaching dangerously near to her end.

She's been in the same neighbourhood she's been before many times. The chilly wind doesn't prick goosebumps over her skin, the night's darkness doesn't scare her and the stray dog that's barking somewhere in far doesn't affect her at all as she stares at the door from where she has stepped into her comfort space many times.

Harry's with Scottie. His childhood friend who's here in London for some shoot. They were lounged in the living room talking their hearts out and their cringey memories from when they were small when he halted mid-talk, jaw slacking when his eyes took the sight of someone standing at his main door from the multiple security screens appearing on the telly.

He doesn't believe at first. Thinking he's hallucinating and that maybe he just saw a flicker of a ghost but when she looks up revealing her sad face and those big brown eyes he rushes to open the door.

"Fuck." He breathes out working on the heavy cold locks of the oak door with shaky hands anxiously and she was about to walk away with her back turned to him when he spurts out her name in haste, "Y/N." She listens to him. Insides breaking with the nirvana and scent of him surrounding her.

His breath hitches in his throat when she spins to meet his apprehensive gaze and she doesn't give him a chance to have a proper look at her before falling in his arms, her head hitting his chest and body shaking vigorously as she sobs sadly.

"Darlin'?" He asks worriedly, slipping his arms around her shoulders to lull her in his embrace, "Are you oka?" He feels like his stomach ate his heart as he anticipates an explanation from her and she isn't doing anything but crying.

"You're scarin' me, pet. What happened honey?" He pulls away to cradle her face in his calloused palms. His chests pangs with hurt and remorse upon seeing her tear stained cheeks, wobbly blue lips, and disheveled state.

He steps inside with her still in his arms and rubs his hand down her spine to calm her down as little sad sniffles and hiccups keep slipping out of her mouth.

He sits her on the sofa squatting down infront of her and Scottie brings her water. When she refuses to drink it because Harry strokes his thumb against the apple of her cheek, "Shh, 's okay . . you're okay. You're with me now, sweet girl." It's like the world and anything else has blurred around him and his ever priority's focusing on her only. His observant gaze dawdles from her face to her bruised shoulder emitting an afflicted gasp of trepidity from between his lips and it deepens to a growl when it fell over her hip-bone where the fabric of her pyjama's spotted with blood.

He glances up at Scottie who gives him a knowing look of horror. He gets closer to her and she doesn't retract as his thumb streaks away the blood oozing from her shoulder gently, saying nothing as he examines it.

After a brief pause Y/N's heart skips a nervous beat when he tilts her chin to have a better look at her face, taking in the evidence of someone handling his petal so brutally it left scratches at her face.

Harry looks her dead in the eyes. His anger barely restrained tippling from the pot ready to leave burns, his voice is tense and quite, ears heating with wrath.

"Who did this to you?"

"Kevin." The tears are back at her waterline more concerned that he's panicking because of her and Scottie sits beside her massaging her shoulders.

"Kevin, who?" Harry's question is curt controlling himself from finding this mother fucker himself and beat the shit out of him, "H -- he's my friend's boyfriend, I though --– was sleeping in her studio 'n 'n --- when he . . . he —-- " She hides her face in her palms unable to speak but Harry quickly pulls her down in a comforting hug whispering sweet things to stop her crying.

She parts from him with puffy eyes and swollen lips shaking her head at her stupidity, "I … I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here, 'm gonna leave — ' " She's a weeping blubbering mess trying to stand up on her jello legs with the help of the couch's armrest.

He catches her wrist crying out, "No! Don't! please, please stay . . . . fo' me?" Scottie has never seen him like this. Bended out of shape for a person, begging them on his knees to protect them as he rambles loudly.

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden on you, I -- I'll go in the morning." Since she has nowhere to go it's better she sleeps here for a night instead of on the streets.

Harry finds it ironic. That once he didn't want her overnights now he wants her all days and weeks, perhaps till the end of his life.

He's gonna win her back.

He hands her his tattered comfy sleeping clothes and the spare toothbrush leaving her to it. When he comes back downstairs Scottie's waiting for him at the main door.

"You should report a file against that bastard the first thing in the morning." Scottie tells him seriously and he nods. His head snaps when she spoke softly, smiling at him, "You're in love."

"What?"

"I haven't seen you like that with anyone, Harry. Make it to her foolish boi -- tell her what you feel." She laughs, jolting him with his shoulders and he smiles timidly bidding her a good-bye.

The door to her room's ajar opened as he peeks inside to make sure she's okay and sighs deeply when finds her staring blankly at the ceiling. The floorboard creaks when he pads inside quietly and her stare diverts to him while he stands on the foot of bed, "I read somewhere that cuddlin' helps ye'sleep better, you w'na try?" She hums in return, fisting the duvet under her chin and slip shuts her eyes remaining stiff in her spot when he slides under the duvet closer to her.

She turns into a puddle when his long arms wrap around her tummy, "Is this okay?" His voice a mere whisper of care earning an honest nod from her -- his thigh strings over her legs to cocoon her in his warmth completely, ". . and this?" She again nod at him so,

He smushes his cheek into the crook of her neck and she could feel something moist on her skin while his lips puckered to speak, "Y/N?" He murmures broken and sad snuggling more into her.

"Hmm?" She hums, the exhaustion from walking and crying this much forcing her to sleep, "I've missed you, terribly." Her heart leaps and she wants to exchange the familiarity of emotions but her tongue remains heavy in her mouth.

Her toes curls and fingers clutches the wrinkly fabric of the pillow case she had her head rested on but now it's slipping down from over it due to her body shaking vigorously as she tries to escape those filthy, gruesome hands like a terrifying shadows of evil choking her throat and sucking the life out of her.

Harry's head snaps down to where she was snuggled to his side moments ago when she murmur-yells no,no,no,no'. He feels like someone placed a heavy brick over his chest at the sight of his lovie writhing like a leaf petrified of whatever she's dreaming of and his shoulders rolls back while he perches on his elbow to shake her gently out of it.

"Y/N . . ." He remains dulcet. Chewing onto his already swollen bottom lip since he didn't even close his eyes the entire night manipulating the plush flesh, he doesn't know what kept him awake —- but it sure was this sense of responsibility to make her feel protected under his wings. She smacks his arm away pushing at his chest with her all might to skid away to the edge of the bed in her sleepy state, so he quickly hunches on wobbly knees to catch her before she falls.

"It's just me, Angel, Harry –- wake up darlin'," His heart beating ominously frantic and head jumbling with horrible thoughts of what she's going through as her warmed up cheeks soak with tears, he has never seen her like this, he never wanted to see her for the first time after months like this --- shattered to pieces and drained of her energy.

He smooths his thumb to caress her cheek slightly and swipe those sad tears away. She wakes up with a gasp making him jerk his chin back, blinking rapidly to confirm her surroundings and her fearful vision zeros to his panicked features. She places her palms against his pectorals to make sure he's real and there and that ugly nightmare just ended, "Harry?" He gulps the thick web of tears down his throat and bobs his head.

"Yes, sweet girl, Harry . . ." The very streaks of golden rays sneak through the curtains and dances between their faces as she fists the hem of his shirt, "It was just a nightmare." He assures her running his hand up and down her arms to calm her down.

"Don't be afraid, dovie' won't let anybody hurt ya from now on, g'na protect you —--" It was the last straw for her before she flipped him over and climbed out of his bed to get out from his room.

"Shit." He drives into a state of frenzy following her down the stairs like a puppy almost missing a step or two as she wears the slippers she came in last night, "Where ye' goin'?" His muscles twitch in a hurry to make his next move and save whatever's between them that's keeping him sane, " Dunno, away from you." She shrugs, lost in her own fog and the sting in his heart's unbearable with the inflammation of hurt.

"Why?" He tumbles through the last step and infront of her, eyes bloodshot and heart how from the squeezing agony of loosing her for second time for the same cause.

"Because, I w'na forget about you!!" The scream she had in her lungs to convey her anger gets stuck in her throat. His shoulders slump from the burden of guilt and regret.

"Why?" He feels like throwing up with the unbearable anguish of him hurting to a point he wants to wash his memories out of her mind.

"Because you make me so confused, Harry…" Her face pinches into an exasperated expression of hopelessness while she nudges him aside to pass by him and to the main door but he catches her wrist before she could step outside and never come back to him, "I wouldn't confuse you from now on …. 've been better fo' you y/n, 'cos I want you to know that I'm yours." His confession springes her off guard by pure stupefaction and when she looks at him -- he's already gazing at her as if she's the moon surrounded by singing stars.

"Please, let me fight for you baby." Tears springs at his waterline ready to welcome a sob out of his lungs. Because he knows he'll be unable to live his life without her, his love will rot in the cage of his heart because he'd never be able to express it for anyone except her.

He continues not holding back anything from her instead unlocking another love language and that's being vulnerable and completely defenceless to her, "While being with you I still thought a part of me was in love with my ex and I didn't want ya to be me second priority, could neve', was so so wrong 'cos even though you're not my firsts you're gonna be my lasts. I'll make sure that you're." He gulps down the tears blocking his wind pipes and making it difficult to speak.

"I want you to give us another chance, to forgive me and give me a proper chance to love you 'cos that's what you deserve . .." The sincerity and genuineness in his stained smaragdine irises turns her pudgy in his hold, ". . . you deserve all the lovin' in this world, honey."

"Work for it then." She tells him and his pretty eyes widen adorably as of some golden fish, a vivacious smile adorns his features and he doesn't take a moment before swiping her off her feet and into his arms to hug her tightly.

His insides feels like nourishing after a time with contentment and satisfaction.

To have his loved one in his arms.

In his life.

"Thank you, Thank you, Thank youuu." He rambles into the crook of her neck, elated and joyful. Swaying their bodies together and making her smile softly after a prolonged time of suffering.

She'll heal.

He'll make sure to put ointment of affection and love on her wounds to help her heal, for herself but nobody else.

"You've got to be kidding me!" She mutters putting the alcohol swab on his torn bleeding knuckles and he squeaks locking his calf around her ankle, "Ouch! Ye' mad woman."

Harry and her went to file a report against Kevin, along with Nora who became her witness because she despises that disgusting of a man to be even around her and her studio let alone her boyfriend.

Harry was her biggest support through the whole process and dropped her off assuring her he'll pick all her stuff from Nora's place. There he was, Kevin. Stumbling at the footpath after Nora kicked him and his luggage out.

Harry's very patient and optimistic but not when his loved ones get hurt. He didn't know what was happening around him before he sprinted towards Kevin and punched him square in his face, breaking his nose and busting his own knuckles with a fierce shout of "y'son of a bastard!"

"If I ever . . . ever see ya near her, I promise that you wouldn't be able to see the living daylight." He grunted, resisting to hit him in the shin with his boots and walked past him to the studio to collect her stuff.

He was grief stricken seeing the way she had to live and not finding her pet cat anywhere. His heart could be heard cracking into tinytinytiny pieces when Nora told him that Y/N gave it to the vet since she was unable to afford it.

When she catches him staring up at her like a love-stricken puppy she huffs wrapping a band-aid around his knuckles, "'M mad at you." He seems unfazed making her gasp when brings her closer with his legs wrapped around her's, "Why . . . you're always mad at me." He whines jutting out his bottom lip and she shakes her head at his silly dotiness.

"You -– you can't go hurtin' yourself fo' me, H." She's very unaware, because certainly he'd do it as many times.

She narrows down her eyes to squint him in offense when he brushes her comment off with nonchalance and raises his bandaged wrist up to her face, "Will you kiss it better' fo' me, pet?" Her insides crumbles like dry rose petals falling from a beloved book of her favourite romances.

"Hmm?" He nudges it in a questioning suppressing a smirk. She wipes her clammy and antiseptic hands down her trousers not meeting his gaze while taking his hand awkwardly but delicately closer to where her soft mouth is located; she halts glowering at him, "Only if you ask nicely."

"That wasn't nice? Thought I was being a good boy there." He mumbles diligently pulling at the hem of her shirt and she bites down a smile, fingers still wrapped round his wrist.

"Pretty please…?" He wheezes his words out begging-ly -- upper lip curving, pupils dilating and she shrugs, "..if you insist so.." His grin was immaculate that of golden sun when she pressed her lips to his knuckles carefully giving it a gentle pat afterward.

"Not doing that again." She breathes out the air she was winding up inside her for so long. Spinning on her heels to turn her back towards him and put the first aid back under the sink, "We'll see 'bout that, let's do some grocery." He stands up patting his thighs loudly, "Wouldn't be surprised if we'll find bugs in me cabinet instead of goodies."

They've been roaming isles for an hour now and they always end up fighting who will push it. Harry doesn't let her because she keeps on filling it with instant noodles, chocolate bars and sakurai oreos.

"How about we try to live till our fifties wouldn't be that beautiful?" He follows behind her closely. His chest brushes against her shoulders everytime she makes a stop to cooes over some brightly coloured food and candies, "'M trying to make it till next year, dunno 'bout you." She mutters grumpy-ly tossing another packet of cherry lollipop inside the trolley.

He puts it back.

With a strict warning glare to her way.

"I want you to stay healthy." He says sternly glaring up at her from his ducked position. She tosses the lollipop back from the shelf, "'M paying for my things." She dismisses him off panning deadly.

"Fo' fucks sake, 's not 'bout money!" He grits annoyed at her stubbornness and she arches her brow leaning against the trolley, "Harry…'m not an actress or some high-paid model. Lemme enjoy real things, okay? Or just say you'd look too outta my league standing next to me." Her brows pints down into a frown and her shoulder slumps with her body further relaxing against the trolley.

She's up for a debate with him right in the middle of the junk food aisle if that's the case.

"See. That's why I don't want to be married!" A couple from far banters off in astonishment catching Y/N completely off guard.

"Uh-ah!" She yelps getting startled from the boom of interruption and a high-pitch squeaks leaves out of her petite lungs when the trolley rolls from under her perched elbow making her stumble for a nice trip but the bang never came as Harry coiled his arm around her waist to pull her on stable feet with a firm hand over her smallest of back.

His gentle pupils flicker between her frenzied one's, noses tickling and teasing each other with each spurt of breath that rushes out of her parted soft mouth and against his cheek.

"Maybe it's not that bad after all." The couple who were planning their future based on another couple, who's not even a couple yet but trying to work on it with their shared amount of affection; sighs in awement leaving Harry and Y/N in their own bubble.

He takes her by the elbow and helps her with his lips thinned, "Careful there." His mumble is deep and coherent husk.

She didn't whine about his green vegetables, boring low fat cheese and planned meals, celery or whatever that shit is, after that. Walking by his side like a kid who just got relief from his time out punishment.

While on the counter she asked him politely rather than biting his head of, "Lemme pay please. I'm already imposing on you by staying at your place." She knows that he wouldn't let her. Harry wants to take care of her -- in every way. He just hopes she warms up to him slowly that there will be a day she thinks of his home as hers too, oh how the table turns!

T'not make her think that his love for her is only restrictive to materialistic things he lets her pay --- but for half of it.

"D'ya got a change, miss?" The cashier asks her and she cranes her neck up to him. He denies waving his credit card with a disappointed expression so she quickly takes a chewing gum from the racks beside in return for the change.

He stops in his tracks. Watching her with glinting eyes more like fawning at her when she sways on her feet happily swinging the bag in her hold side by side.

"C'mon Harry!" She grins twiddling her fingers in a gesture to usher him where she's standing beside his car, "Yup. On your command, darlin'." He shakes his head. To fetch himself from the fond-land he always enters with anything she does.

There's a low hum of telly buzzing in the room as they sit crossed legs on the coffee rug with their knees brushing if any of them moves their bum a tad, while they slurp onto the remaining soup in the noodles cup.

This whole time he wanted to say something, to talk to her, his heart out and make it a domestic routine of sharing stuff while they eat comfy in eachother's presence but seems like his tongue betrays him everytime and his needy eyes always want to admire her and the little things she does.

He licks his lips, nodding profusely when she asks for his cup and chopsticks to take to the kitchen. A huge sigh of relief vanishes out from his chest when she disappears inside giving him time to re-collect himself, he rummages through the bag to take out the chewing gum they bought at the last moment.

He rips the packet with his teeth but it remains pressed there between his morals when he senses the familiarity of the foil --- she bought a fucking condom out of accident!

At the same moment she pads outside halting in her tracks infront of him with a horrendous expression as her peepers wouldn't stop blinking. He doesn't not know what got into him but he throws it her way as if he's utterly disgusted by it.

Sinks into the couch and refuses to meet her gaze. She throws it back at him, "I don't want it, keep it you might need it." There he goes. The smugness fuels back as he outstretches his arm over the back of the couch and man-spreads scrutinizing the way her eyes linger at his meaty thighs before flicking them away with a nervous gulp.

"You've already planned it all out, hun?" He smirks rubbing the belly of his nose with his pinky's knuckle and she folds her elbows under her breasts shaking her head at his teasing, "Yeah planning to . . . murder you t'night." She laughs out evilly when his eyes widen comically.

"Hmm. I see. Didn't know ye' were this kinky 'n naughty." She rolls her eyes at his edgy nip. She wouldn't admit it but him testing her patience turns her hot and flustered.

"Night, H." She yawns and his heart grows ten times bigger at the softness of her appearance. She cranes her head against her shoulder to look at him from the spot she's standing at when his voice calls for her, "Y/N!? Ye'really into knives? In the bed I mean." His grin mischievous knowing fully well what he's doing to her as he waits for her answer propped on his knees.

She slams the door at his face and he plops back into the sofa with a pouty victorious smile.

Harry didn't realise that in the middle of watching Gilmore Girls on the telly he fell asleep straining his neck from keeping it in a weird angle, his arms hugging the pillow and feet dangling adorably nowhere. He groans knuckling away the sleep and tries to wake up when he heard a feeble noise of someone taking his name until he looks up and finds Y/N towering him with her fluffy cream blanket pinched around her head darlingly.

"What happened, pet? Y'okay!?" He gasps trying to sit up and take her precious face to inspect her properly but she shakes her head and lays him back gently.

Her nose runny and cheeks rosied as she asks for a favour from him, "Can I -- um," She wipes her nose with the sleeve of her sweater paw. He doesn't question her further and opens his long arms to welcome her for a warm embrace.

"C'mere, pet." His whisper delicate to her.

She lies down pressed to his front resting her head on his sprawled arm and scooches herself closer to him smiling shyly against his hoodie where a Harry is embroidered in pink thread. It's like a gust of fresh spring and dew of nighty mountains as Harry takes a relaxing breather snuggling her impossibly affectionately close to himself, petting down her sweet smelling hair.

"Y'can talk to me 'bout anythin'." Their heart-beats in sync as he keeps his palm spread at her back to protect her from falling, "Ye' know that right?" He pulls back to cradle her chin between his fingers and look her in eyes sincerely.

"I know that button. Sleep for now, hmm?" He smiles softly, shutting his eyes from giving out how much a mere love name's enough to fuse him into a cloud of giddiness.

In the morning though, Harry's a small spoon and Y/N a big one. Her limbs trying to latch to his body in every way possible with her cheek smashed against his shoulder blade.

His lips quirks up into a lazy loopy smile full of contentment and peacefulness as he weaves his each finger into her's to bring her knuckles to his mouth and smother it in kisses, "Rise n' shine you furball." He rasps. chin doubling adorably as he tries to look at his squirmy girl.

He turns to face her side, temples touching and lips hovering over eachother's skin. He feels her smiling against his chin as she cuddles up into him, "I'd like to make you a brekkie…." She murmurs playing with baby curls on the nape of his neck.

"Dunno 'bout that. What if you poison me, t'death?" He giggles and she smacks his belly pouting grumpy-ly.

"Offer, expired. no more brekkie for you." She tells him wiggling out of his grip and walks towards kitchen but burst into gleeful laugh when he wraps around her calves like a koala bear, "Was jokinnnn', babe." He emphasizes his words with a twinge of whine and she meanders her hand in his ruffled curls.

"Kay! Kay! But, I could only make you omelette and sour bread." He jumps back on his feet enthusiastically looping his arm around her clavicles, "No problem. Glad t'eat anythin' made from your lovely hands."

She made him brekkie and he made fabulous peach tea for them. She blabbered off and he listened with careful ears. He praised her with glinting proud eyes and she treasured these praises in her heart.

While she chewed slowly he messaged his manager that he couldn't come to any working place for a week or so. He wants to make it special and memorable for them, their honeymoon phase.

"D'ya have any class today?" He asks her leaning towards her atop the counter, "Nope 's Saturday dummy." She chuckles flicking her thumb against his forehead and he gives a dimpled grin with bolted shut eyes.

"Yeah … silly me."

"Why?"

"So that I could take ye' ona date." His inners bouncing desperate to know her answer, "Me?" She points at herself surprised with parted lips.

"Yes you, is there somebody else sitting with us? Hello?" He calls for that non-existent person and she suckles her bottom lip to subside her squeals down. She breathes out, "Some ghostie? Evil spirit? Jesus himself —-" She cuts his banter of. With a light slap to the back of his hand.

"Okay." She says with an excited shake of head happiness bare in her words and Harry literally slips from his seat padding towards her in haste, "I'd love to." She confirms with a sweet smile and he hooks his nimble finger around her jeans loop to pull her closer to him for a fervid emotional hug.

She was a frolic mess in her room trying out her outfits and fitting into her skirts, trousers anything that could match perfectly. Deciding to terminate any ideas to wear cotton floral sun-dresses instead ends up tucking a baby pink sweater into her chequered white and black plaid trouser along with a pair of Mary Janes booties.

She took huge puffs of breath to calm her wild heart down when the knock on her door appeared. He decided to be a full on romantic today doing all the date rituals without any shame dressing up in a silk shirt three shades lighter than her's, with a pussy bow around his neck and she thinks she couldn't be more in love with him as he has a bunch of sunflowers and jasmines in the cracks of his jewels adorned fingers.

"Well, well, well, Look who came to their enemy's door holding presents." She smirks and he scowls, "Oh cut it. 'M here to pick y'up fo' our date."

What makes her lose her mind's Zippy on his shoulder.

"Oh my goodness! Harry!" She leaps towards him and takes her fluffy beast in her arms and showers Zippy's crown with many many kisses, "Thank you!" She cries out joyfully wrapping her free arm around his waist and cuddles him for dear life.

"I lo —-- " She thinks it'd be embarrassing to say it on the first date and Harry almost had a mini heart-attack but she changed her words, "I can't be more grateful to you, thank you so much."

"Now, stop thankin' me hunny." He gives her the flowers he plucked himself from his backyard and kisses the apple of her cheek turning her into a gooey mesh.

"Where is it?" She avoids checking him out.

"Why should I tell ya?" He nudges her to lock her elbow around his and she gazes up at him with loving eyes, "'cos 'm your date that's why."

"Bribe me then." He grins bashfully.

"Harry!!" She gasps and huffs tipy-toeing timidly to plant a soft kiss to his chin but it lands against his throat making him thin his lips to give out a noise that could embarrass both of them.

"Not telling you." He squeaks dragging her outside into the porch and she whines, "You leech!"

"You did not!" She snaps her neck in utter exhilaration from the view in front of her and towards Harry who's watching her with puffed cheeks to not to give out his bunny smile as her face turns guppy. The sunshine dawdles around them and she pulls him down to her level with the tug of their intertwined hands, "You're somethin' else, Styles." It warms his blood. Bursting sentiments of pure love and amiability through each orifice that leads to his heart.

"Only fo' you." He whispers stroking the plush of her cheek -- restraining to place his needy lips on her alluring pillow one's inviting him to have a good taste of their sweetness before they could taste the ripeness of strawberries growing at the farm he just took her.

"Uhm. Let's see who could collect more!" She grins pushing herself three steps away from him with support of his pecs, "What's the prize?" He asks pawing at her hips to keep her in intimate distance and she giggles tapping his chin.

"A feeling of saccharine-ss and sweetness when we'll eat those strawberries out." She tries not to step on heavy branches that are still growing and makes her way to the fresh patch, "Perhaps, that could be acquired from eatin' somethin' else out too." His wet lips brushes against her earlobe as he speaks, sending a shiver down her spine.

"You're being very loud and lewd." She pokes him in ribs. Squatting down to pluck a juicy perfectly sized strawberry and hovering it against his mouth to give him a taste, "Hmm what could I say 'm a man of dirty words." His eyes darken to an intoxicating shade of emerald as his heart-shaped magenta lips wrap around the strawberry to split it in two with his teeth.

He still remembers. How her mouth tasted that night, how her lips came molding around his's like a stamp of a lover's letter and her body fitted against his's like a lost piece of puzzle.

Just made for him.

"Harry …" She's out of words. Maybe, breath.

"Yes dovie?" He hooks his finger into her belt's loop to saturate the thread like distance between them and makes tight hold at the nape of her neck to crane her head up to meet his honey eyed gaze, "D'ya know how to make strawberry mochi?" His shoulder slumps at her question and he rests his cheek atop her temple cutely.

"Noo." His voice sort of whine-y.

"No, problem. We'll make it together." She chuckles turning back to collect the strawberries into her basket.

She never had this fun. Messing around with him. Feeding eachother the sweet fruit. Him scaring her that some rat sprinted by her feet and enjoying the way she jumps at him, only wheezing comically when she throws a blow at him.

Her giggles bounces off each and every ivory flower and leafy plant as he pins her to the viridescent grass, with his thighs and tickles her non-stop. What started as raspberries turns into sloppy smothers of kisses all over her face.

"Harry!!" She bursts into another fit of laughter, "Stop." She warns him squeezing her thighs around his waist and he giggles challenging her.

"O'what? Huhh?" She closes her eyes nuzzling into his arm that's trapping her down, "Or I'll kiss you…" Her voice gentle and dulcet making his grip loosen and heartbeat fastens like a thunderbolt.

"'M not afraid of that." He gives a toothy grin sneaking a glance at her hand which's gliding up his throat to cup his cheek, eyelids fluttering like petals from breeze as she smudges her sweet mesh coated lips against his's in a tenderly ardent, and yearningly amiable kiss feeling her pulse ring in her ears with so much force.

His fingers make their home down her smooth hair to cup the nape of her neck, elbows digging into mud when he lifts her up to deepen the kiss sloppily. Just her. Only her. Swirling inside of him as his very thought.

Their noses crooking perfectly, skins kissing and bodies hitched to eachother with the knot of souls.

She whimpers into his mouth squishing the poor strawberry she was holding in her free hand from the intensity of fierce sentiments she's spiraling in; to have him all and swallow him all because he's that damn gorgeous. His tongue pokes and tickles the plush insides of her small mouth tasting the strawberry straight from where he loves the most. His belly burning with the fire of desire feeling the way her body's reacting with puriency to his subtle touches of affection.

He was dying to have a kiss from her the day she gave him her lips that night and he couldn't resist but to think about it regularly.

A wet filthy sound bubbles around them when they part away with the remnants of spit in the form of intricate strings connecting them; that breaks when he relaxes his forehead against her's taking a good breather of mossy air.

"S' messy." He tuts when his eyes fall at her palm covered in strawberry pulp.

She gasps giddy-ly when he pokes his pink tongue out and takes a huge swipe up her palm with an erotic hum that rattled her insides.

"H -- arry." She nibbles at her bottom lip to filter noises she's unable to hold meanwhile he sucks her fingers one by one to clean them, her panties twisting with an ache of want.

"Hmm. All nice 'n clean, now we should go." He says flipping her wrist to act as if he's inspecting it. Brushes the dirt of his trousers leaving her baffled and grumpy. When she doesn't stand up he squats down at her level arching a brow at her and before she could know what's happening she's thrown over his broad shoulder like a rag doll.

Her squeals hearty and giggly as she tries to punch his back but her breath gets caught in her throat when his large hand comes spanking her butt-cheek. He waits for her reaction —- grinning cheekily when she sucks in her weak mewls and grabs the back of his neck blabbering his name off.

He puts her back on the ground once out on the gravel path and hands her the basket piled with strawberries. Ducks down to sponge a kiss to her cheek telling her to stay glued to her spot as he leaves to pay.

She smiles down at her feet then at the sky revinding all the moments and their lovely kiss that makes her feel all warm and stupidly gooey.

While boarding the train he wiggles his finger behind himself to get a hold on her and keep her close to him, craning his neck with a lopsided sly smile, "Hold me hand."

"If you insist." She nods with a grin slipping her fingers over his palm and he wovens them with his own with a firm grip stepping inside the train and helps her to do so with his free hand behind her head.

She sighs. Sitting with her back pressed against the window of the train. One leg folded and other dangling from the seat as she stares at Harry with a pouty smile.

"Don't ya think you're sittin' too far away from me?" He says, grabbing her knee, "Come here." And slides her towards himself now their thighs overlapping. He doesn't like even the mere distance between them —-- might sound sappy but he wants to be like her scent.

"Happy?" She pinches his cheek and he winces dramatically ruffling her already loose tresses of hair making her look as if she was on a roller coaster minutes ago, "aren't you a one clingy bunny!" She huffs trying to blow away the hair falling in her eyes. He bobs his head in agreement and slings his elbow around her shoulders to tuck her under his chin protectively.

"Okie, now add some sugar in it —- aish slow down …" She coughs waving away the sugar dust tickling her nostrils as Harry poured so much sugar all at once. He has his chin rested on her head and her hips crooned against his thighs as they make the strawberry and vanilla mochi together.

His puffer jacket on her shoulders (To the time they went to buy grocery stuff it started being cold and Harry being a mommy he took out his jacket and bundled her up in it) —- She sneezes and he quips pecking her hair, "Bless your heart." Fetches her a tissue too.

"Thank you, bubs." She giggles grabbing his jaw bringing him down to smooch a kiss to his lips. She pulls back but he persists snaking his palm around the nape of her neck to keep her put —- she gives in with her heart fluttering like candle flame in a destructive storm.

Turns in his embrace and hooks her elbows behind his head patching tiny, tiny, tiny pecks on his pillowy lips until he gets desperate to kiss her mouth and tongue pushing her to his front by gliding his hand into the back-pocket of her jeans.

Her head lulls. Feeling as if the kitchen got filled with candy clouds floating around her when he cradles her cheeks in his both palms lapping at her bottom lip and nips at it with every whimper of desire that falls, "Mine." He breathes out rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her cheek like a puppy nuzzling into his favourite plushie.

"Yours." She says without any hesitation.

He smashes his wet lips back on hers. Swirls of gleeful colours surrounding them as he feels like he could kiss her forever.

She gasps gazing down lustfully at his wine cherried lips when he holds her from waist and sits her on the wooden counter, "I want you to take me." She murmurs nailing at the silk of his top and he paws at her hip-bones cravingly, it makes her feel like one the most desired women alive.

"I'm all yours to pleasure you lovie'," He looks her in the eyes with so much love and affection it melts her whole, "Just ask me and I'll give me girl what she wants …. " He says trailing sloppy kisses down her throat. Her head falls against the tiled wall giving him more access to her skin --- so he could mark her as he wishes.

The heat from his mouth to her bare skin arouses her to an extent she feels wetness sticking to the insides of her thighs with each grind of his crotch against her's.

She tugs at the roots of his curls, mouth parted around a moan when he grazes his touch over her plump breasts, "Is this okay?" He asks breathlessly and she bobs her head vigorously latching onto him.

"Yes, please, more … " He blinks to let reality sink in when she raises her arms in the air for him to get rid of her clothes.

He smiles. Hard. Crinkles forming by his eyes and cheery lines around his mouth as she looks up at him with those doe eyes glinting with his own reflection.

She squirms grumpily and he cackles loudly when she hooks his fingers into the hem of her jeans as a sign that "just undress me right now and fuck me hard over this counter." But, the romantic sap he's just keeps on being a tease.

"Fuck me already." She huffs locking her ankles behind his back.

"Trust me, I want it as bad as y'do but are you sure —-- "

"I'm --- just fuck …. " She cuts him off, cupping his cheeks and kisses his mouth. He groans when she sucks his swollen lip in between his teeth and lifts her pelvis grinned against his swell lining in his trouser to elaborate her neediness through actions,

He undresses her finally folding them and putting them away nicely while she stays a breathless mess just in her undies, her sheer panties soaked in her juices and profanities of moans fuses into air from both of them as Harry places his hands on her knees. Irises darkening with lust when he looks at the delicate lines of her drippy pussy lips forming from underneath the material.

"Spread your legs, I want to feel how turned on I made you feel." His voice an obscene grunt and it tingles her core making her feel she should obey him, "Fuckin' hell." His moan is dirty as he rubs the pad of his long digits against her soaked centre. His piercing gaze flitting between her thighs crumbled her in the best way possible.

She fists the hem of his top, tugging at it with the blabbering of his name.

A series of pornographic whines leaves her through her nose when he demands her to raise her bum so he could get rid of the last thing being a bother to them.

"Oh my — " She arches her spine when his fingers withered in her stickiness, between her glistening pussy lips to her mound pinching her clitoris in the way and listens to the soapy noises he's creating while lathering his hand with her juices he'd love more to coat his tongue with.

"This is what you want, hmm? For me to bend you over this counter right fucking now and pump me thick cock inside your sweet cunt from behind till you're screaming for me to ram harder inside you, so deep that you feel me in your little tummy and I keep it there for hours making you cum on it again and again — many time that you're milky and cramped around my prick like a filthy girl you're." He dips his impossibly sweet pink tongue inside her mouth and makes her sip down his dirty words through her throat not letting her mewls slip out as his lengthy finger slicks inside her causing her melt against his chest with a turmoil of emotions and heat she never felt before.

Her brain whirles with the mantra of fuckfuckfuck but her guppy lips says otherwise, she coils her arms around his shoulders scratching her nails down his neck — eyes rolling back as she shakes with the build of ecstasy.

"You're so snug and warm, sweets. Can't wait to be inside you." He husks curling his digit to give her upper wall a good rub, "Harry!" Her scream comes out gruff vibrating with a sexy octave.

"Yes, baby." He pinches her chin between his thumb and forefinger staining soft wet kisses from the corner of her lips, to her rosy cheeks and down her throat sewing love bites along her veins.

"Does it feel good, hmm? 'M g'na stuff you full of my prick bet it'll make you feel like heavens --" Her brows tenses up as he forces her to keep her eyes locked with his's and groans with the throb in his cock bound to implode with each whimper of his name she lets out hiking up her knees on the counter — the heels of her feet sticking firmly against the edge of the counter giving a carnally pleasing view for him to enjoy and ooze with sticky precum.

He huffs out breathily, fingers sliding in and out at a fast pace while he moves down to take her perky nipple between his teeth teasing it with nip of his tongue, "Fuck. Mhmm baby I've so many dirty things to d'to you, would you be an atta girl and be naughty with me?" He nuzzles his curls against her skin grinding his knuckles up and down against her swollen clit.

"Yes, yes, yes." She moans trying to sink impossibly deep on his fingers. He admires her in amusement as her belly twists into ripples and she thrashes in his tight hold —- broken into pieces of vulnerability foxily.

He withers his gaze to where he's driving his fingers roughly inside her and a cold shiver runs down his spine, eyelashes fluttering and he sucks his bottom lip brutally praising her softly, "yes just like that darling taking my fingers so good —- they'll look pretty down your throat too while I'll fill your other holes with me, all me." He wraps a hand around her throat giving it a light squeeze and it was enough to spread warmth and the saccharine feeling of fullness in her every tissue gushing over his fingers.

"You're mine." He growls nipping at her sweet spot –-- wearing her out with his continuous different motions inside her. His wrist glistening with her come and her head lulls on his tanned shoulder, eyes slip shut, chest levitating with shallow breaths.

She cups his cheeks wrapping her trembling legs around his waist and kisses his smile, it's sloppy and barely a kiss with their lazy effort to keep their mouths on each other to soak into intimacy.

Next they're a moaning and crying mess on the kitchen floor with her knee hooked around his hip to keep him close as he stretches her out leaving a pleasurable burn against her squishy inviting walls.

His cock sits warm inside her pussy and his balls snug against her bum. It's torturous waiting for her to give a signal that he might move because he couldn't resist but to be rock hard inside her and fuck her for hours but his knees are laughing at him for being unable to bear the sting of cold tiles.

"You can move, 'm okay." She whispers hugging him for dear life and he nods grinding his hips slowly, the bulbous head of his dick hitting all the right spots —- he's so good at fucking.

He takes her fleshy tits in his palms caressing them with each lewd stroke of his cock inside her and treats her glistening lips from his spit back to his mouth, pecking it generously.

"Pull me hair." He groans pushing hard and guides her hand into his swirl of sweaty curls — hips stuttering, eyes rolling back into his skull erotically when she does so peppering loving kisses under his earlobe, "You're g'na ruin me lovie … fuck me please." He whines grabbing her ass and lifts her pelvis to slide inside her dripping pussy with much more roughness.

She has never seen him like this. Shredded to seams for her, sweat beading down his gorgeous face like glimmer of pearls and eyes mossed with so much lust and desperation it knocks air out of her lungs.

He rolls them over gently and her squeal turns into a shameless yawp when he feels much more bigger than before inside her with her being on top of him —- he was right she could feel him in her tummy.

She's clueless what to do. Not that she's gonna show it –- she doesn't want to give him an impression that she knows barely anything about riding but the way she begins with zealous back and forth movement digging the heels of her palms against his pecks wrecks him havoc.

"You're doin' so good pet, yes, yes, yes. Use me baby. Use me like your little fuck toy 'm c'mon." He grabs the nape of her neck and brings her down to skim his tongue over her lips, manipulating the plushiness of them with his teeth. His balls slapping against her skin as she bounces on his cock diligently and he fists the soft flesh of her bum with both of his hands to help her ride him knows she's labouring herself out, "I'm all yours." He says caressing her sides to make sure she's okay and brushes the wisp of sticky hair behind her ear.

"You're looking so sexy sitting on my dick like that -- how about I don't allow you to cum so you could keep me warm with your pussy like that fo' hours?" His pants out gripping at her thighs as his prick spills with wetness inside her and she cries out shaking, "No!" He smirks crinkled forming by his eyes and takes this chance to drive hard up inside her making her flop onto his chest.

She gasps moistly, pulsating around him feeling every ridge and vein of his cock stroking against her walls creating obscene noises of skin meeting skin and their moistures mixing soapily like gooe.

"Cum fo' me baby -- squeezing me s' tight. I know you're there." His pants laboured and heavy as he sucks his own digits coating them with his spit nicely and glides them down pressing them to her weeping bud, then flickers it in prolong circles. Toes curling. His thrusts consistent and fast. She crooks her nose against his's murmuring to him with a wavering voice.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck."

"You're gonna make me come."

Her eyes widen in surprise but her body reacts otherwise albeit she has never experienced it —- but her moans were uncontrollable when he spanked her butt cheek and she crampied down at him jolting tremendously with the wave of insanity spreading to her bones.

"I'm a naughty boy, give it to me." He kisses his teeth together man spreading and throwing his knees up to ram up inside her perfectly.

His eyes shuts till he could see white spotting behind them -- he spills inside her in form of thick ribbons and milks her cunt with it riding her out of her high. She clings to his body and snuggles into him to tone down the shivers running down her spine with each tiny orgasm she feels rushing out with his lazy thrusts.

"I'm jello." She tells him and he looks down at her with a mishevious grin, "Does that give me a reason to eat you whole?" She rolls her eyes poking at his cheek with a grossed out expression.

"I'm still inside ye', remember?" He stirs his hips to make her realise and she yelps not know if it's making her feel hot or utterly sensitive, "You're insatiable." She mumbles pouting her lips to indicate him she's dying for his lips to smooch kisses to her.

"No kidding I love the noises you make when you come undone." She confesses timidly drawing stars at his chest and he giggles kissing her temple gently, "Stop before you wake me buddy up again –- he quite fond of you." He blushes hiding his face into the crook of her neck with tiny voice.

They're canoodling under the fluffy blanket on the sofa watching telly after they just took a bath together, shampooing eachother with peach scents and drying eachother off with warm towels. She's nuzzled into his side wearing one of his baby yellow robes, his arm stays around her shoulder thumb addicted to caressing her silky cheek, sometimes spreading his fingers down her throat to tip her chin up to smooch sweet kisses on her lips.

"You're cute when you're not a pest." She giggles and he frowns comically pretending to munch her alive, "That's very rude -- you should be thankful that I lov — " Her heart almost stops functioning.

They were sipping onto their green teas and nibbling onto the strawberry mochi they made and refrigerated before when the doorbell rang making them groan in laziness.

She stood up going to see what took Harry so long on the door and got revealed to him talking instinctively to whoever rang the bell.

"Hi, Y/N." Scottie smiles at him. Carrying her luggage and Y/N looks down at her attire for a second then forwards her hand shyly. She was so scared that day –- it's a blur to her but now she watches Scottie properly she realizes …. She's the same girl from all the paparazzi photos.

Something switches off inside her. The rainbows and confettis, the moonlight and stars and the nebula of the whole galaxy she had consumed in her little body from making love to Harry just shuts down into a white noise.

Her bottom lip plumps into a pout. Eyebrows trembling from this confused feeling of some invisible thing squeezing the life out of her.

She's jealous.

"I just came here to say bye." Scottie's voice makes her focus back into reality.

"Oh…" She just nods. She doesn't return the hug even though her brain guilt trips her for that and when Scottie leaves with the air thick and tense, Harry corners her in between a wall and piece of furniture cradling her grumpy face in his careful palms speaking gently to her.

"You don't 'ave to worry 'bout her, she's just a friend …. Infact you don't have to worry 'bout anyone because I love you so so much baby that I don't see myself spending me life with anyone else." She glances up at him twice, jaw falling slack from shock and he chuckles smothering her in kind-hearted kisses when she stares at him like a hawk.

"You what!?"

"I love you, Y/N." Her eyes closing like a moth flapping nearer to fire and finding peace in burning inside it.

"I love you too so much." She whispers and welcomes his lips melting against her ardently. With the passion only lovers hold. Amiability she couldn't find anyone else but in his embrace, in his kisses and his lovemaking.

"Can we go back to cuddlin'? Me feet gettin' cold baby." He whines treading fastly into the living room while carrying her like a kitten from behind and makes squeaky noises once snoozed under the warmth of the blanket.

He touches their foreheads. Kissing the tip of her nose adorably.

"I love you." Then burst into giggles. When she returns the passion coyly.

"I love you too."

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