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suugarbabe · 2 years ago

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Saint-Like

Here we are my darlings, the long awaited George one shot based off of this ask.

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word Count: 3k (told ya it'd be a bit long)

Warning: mention of blood, angst, kissing

Professor Moody stalked about the living room giving a speech that did not make anyone feel any less uneasy about what was about to transpire. “Potter, you’re underage, which means you still have the trace on you.” Harry looked up confused, “What’s the trace?” Moody placed both hands on his walking stick for support, “It means that if ya sneeze the ministry is goin’ to know who wiped yer nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport that the trace can’t detect, brooms, thestrals, the like. We go in pairs. That way if there’s anyone out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be, they won’t know which Harry Potter is the real one.”

Harry looked confused, “The real one?” Moody’s face turned up slightly, a grin forming as he grabbed his infamous flask from his jacket pocket. He stirred the flask with a swirl of his wrist, “I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.” Harry immediately shook his head, “No, absolutely not.” Hermione rolled her eyes behind him, “Told you he’d take it well.” Harry continued, voice strained, “No, if you think I’m gonna let everyone risk their lives for me-” Ron cut him off abruptly with a sarcastic tone, “Never done that ‘ave we?” Harry turned to face his friend, “No! No, this is different! Taking that, becoming me? No.”

“Well none of us really fancy it, mate,” Fred piped up, smug grin across his face. “Yeah imagine something went wrong and we end up a screwy, specky git forever,” George teased, smiling alongside his twin. “Everyone is of age here, Potter,” Moody spoke up again, “They’ve all agreed to take the risk.” A short man in the back spoke up just then, “Technically, I’ve been coerced.” He turned to Harry, “Mundungus Fletcher, Mista Potta, always been a ‘uge admirer.”

“Nip it, Mundungus!” Moody scolded. The small man’s head went down, turning back to his spot in the back of the room and staying quiet. “Alright, Granger, as discussed,” Moody nodded toward the witch. Hermione walked past Harry, gripping a patch of hair at the back of his head and pulling harshly, pulling out several hairs. “Blimey, Hermione,” Harry rubbed the back of his head. Moody instructed Hermione to drop the hairs in the polyjuice potion in his flask. The potion began to bubble as Moody stirred it around with another twirl of his wrist.

“For those of you who are not familiar with the polyjuice potion, fair warning, taste like goblin piss,” Moody stated comfortingly as he handed the flask to Fred. Fred took the flask from him, “Have lots of experiences with that, do ya Mad-Eye?” Moody continued to stare at Fred, face blank and unchanging. Fred let out a sigh, “Just trying to diffuse the tension…” Those in the line all took a large swig, first Fred, then George, followed by Mundungus, Fluer, Ron and lastly Hermione. You stood next to Hermione and watched in amazement as the row of people all slowly started changing, skin bubbling to transform into Harry.

You watched your George shrink several inches and he transformed. His clothes became far too large for his frame. “Is this how you feel when you borrow a shirt from me, love?” he looked over at you, a smile on his - well Harry’s - face. You shook your head, cheeks becoming a shade darker than before, “You know it’s really hard to take you seriously when you look like that.” He shrugged as he started to get dressed in the same exact attire as Harry. The goal was simple, pairs would travel with a Harry look-a-like towards the Burrow. Mad-Eye said he anticipated an attack by death eaters and that the risk was high. You and George agreed to be involved immediately, no questions asked.

Once everyone was changed you all filed outside, you grabbed your broom. You hopped on, George floating next to you on a copy of Harry’s broom. Moody stood at the end of the drive, announcing it was time to leave. You both took off together, staying close by one another. As you got deeper into the clouds, it looked like a lightning storm. Moody went further ahead of the others. In an instant you were seemingly surrounded by black cloaks swishing by spells being thrown on either side of you. You turned to find George, you had to assume he was still the Harry closest to you.

You knew you were close to the Burrow. You looked over to check on George once more just in time to see a death eater point their want towards him. You panicked, not knowing the spell they would speak and instantly flicked your wand toward George, “Depulso!” George’s body slid farther away from you, narrowly missing the spell, or at least almost. You noticed his body go slightly limp, his broom altitude dropping quickly. You dove after him, grabbing him in your arms and speeding toward the barrier around the burrow.

As soon as you were through the barrier you headed to land, nearly crashing into the cornfields. He still looked like Harry as you fervently started checking his body for damage, “C’mon Georgie, wake up. You’re okay, right? You’re okay.” His head was bleeding, you turned it to the side, noticing his left ear nearly missing, “Oh, Georgie.” He turned his head back and forth, mumbling something. You put your ear next to his mouth and he mumbled again, “Y/n/n, yer…kneeling on my hand.” You jumped up, and he attempted to roll over to his side. Thankfully he was still mostly Harry, you threw one of his arms over your shoulder, your arm around his waist, doing your best to take hold of most of the weight.

You stumbled out of the cornfields, seeing a few of the others that made it before you two. Harry, the real Harry, was quick to come to the other side of George, helping you take him inside the Burrow. Molly turned from the sink as soon as she heard commotion, eyes glued on the now changing boy back into George. “Oh my boy,” Molly rushed over as you and Harry laid George on the family sofa. Remus walked in with another Harry that slowly turned into their normal self, challenging each one making sure they weren’t an imposter.

You ignored the background noise, focusing solely on the red head in front of you. You got a washing cloth from the kitchen, dowsing it in cool water to begin to clean his wound. As you approached the sofa again Molly snatched the rag from your hands, a glare upon her face as she pushed in front of you to tend to her son. Fred entered the Burrow, rushing to his twin’s side. It was silent for a long moment before Fred spoke, “How’re you feelin’ Georgie?” George’s eyes were still closed, taking slow deep breaths as he responded, “Saint-like.”

Fred shook his head, “Come again?” George smiled softly, “Saint-like. I’m holy. I’m holy, Fred. Ya get it?” He then pointed to his ear. Fred just shook his head again, smiling, “The whole wide world of ear related humor, and you go for ‘I’m holy’. It’s pathetic.” George winked at you before responding to his twin once more, “Reckon I’m still better looking than you.” You laughed softly at his ability to ease a room in even the most stressful of times. Molly turned at the sound of your laughter, glaring at you once more. You could understand her feeling protective, but you were unsure why she was taking her anger out at you.

You attempted once more to get closer to George now that he was talking to others more, but Molly was quick to step in front of you. “I think you’ve done enough for tonight dear,” Her voice was low but stern. You were sure confusion was written across your features, “What do you mean, Molly?” She gestured toward the other room, “Maybe it would be best if you kept your distance for the night.” Her face told you not to argue with her. While she was usually the soft and comforting one, she could instill fear when needed.

You took the hint and went into the other room, pacing back and forth. You kept playing with the rings on your fingers, one in particular George had gifted you last Christmas. You wished you could talk to him, it pained you being pushed away like this. Pained you so deeply you swear you could feel it on your side. Your right side. You placed your hand onto your torso, wincing as you touched just below your rib cage. You lifted your shirt slowly, peering down to see a deep gash. “Bloody hell, that’s not good,” with the realization of your wound you felt more light headed. You assumed the lack of adrenaline also played a part in this. You turned back towards the main living area, intentions of calling out for someone when everything started to fade around you.

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George moved to sit up, laughing slightly at the several members of his family fawning over him. He looked around searching for the face of the one person who’s voice he hadn’t heard since he landed at the burrow. “Where’s Y/n?” George went to stand up, albeit a little shaky. “She’s just in the other room, I asked her to give you some space,” Molly rubbed his arm in comfort. He started walking towards the room, “Why would you do that mum?” He walked a little quicker towards the next room. He turned the corner to see you laying facedown on the floor.

George rushed over, shouting for someone, anyone to come and help him. He turned you over, noticing how slow and shallow your breathing had become. He did the same inspection you had done just an hour prior, checking your face, your neck, down your arms. He ran his hands down your sides, your body involuntarily twitching as he reached your wound. He lifted your shirt as Remus and his father came to kneel next to him. George gasped as he saw the deep gash on your side, the edges burned black clearly from a dark spell. “What do I- how do we fix her dad, you have to fix her…” George’s eyes brimmed with tears, pleading to his father. Kingsley came to join the older two men, encouraging George to stand back.

George stood there, tears streaming down his face as Remus, Arthur and Kingsly worked over your body. George was still recovering himself, swaying back and forth as his anxiety and blood pressure got higher. “C’mon, Georgie, let’s go sit you back down before you’re the next to pass out.” George reluctantly followed his twin. As soon as he was sat on the couch, Molly came rushing to his side again. George’s face was in his hands, making his words come out muffled, “Mum, please, I love you, but please give me some space right now.”

“Oh, darling, wha-why?” Molly stood up confused. George shook his head, “Mum you told her to go over there, to leave everyone else, to leave me. Why? Why did you do that? She was in there alone! Who knows how long she was passed out for!” George’s voice got higher and higher with each word. Molly took a step back in shock. “George, she- she was supposed to protect you. She was paired with you to keep you safe and look how you turned out, you could have died George!” He stood up instantly, face screwed in anger, “Well now she might die, mum.” And with that, he stomped up the stairs, two at a time until he reached his room.

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What felt like hours later there was a knock on George’s door. He kept his face in his pillow, shouting back, “Go away.” He heard the door open regardless of his wishes. He remaining in his position even though he heard footsteps approaching him. He felt a dip in his bed before he heard your voice teasing him, “Don’t want to see me, is that it George? I heard I was all you could talk about.”

He turned over so quickly he nearly knocked you off the bed. He grabbed you onto his lap and embracing you tightly. You hissed slightly, causing him to pull your body away from his and he glanced down at your side, “Oh, y/n/n, I’m sorry, how’re you-how does it look?” You leaned back slightly, lifting your shirt to show him your waist wrapped in bandages, “Looks about as good as your head.” You touched the side of his face gently, fingers dancing over his damaged ear. His eyes closed at your touch. He relished in your presence, brain mulling over him almost losing you just hours earlier.

He hadn’t noticed himself become emotional until he felt your thumb wipe a tear off his cheek. “Why are you crying, Georgie?” Your voice was so soft, always a comfort to him. He shook his head, realizing how daft he’s been, “I’m just so stupid.” You laughed lightly, another mesmerizing sound to him, “What are you talking about?” He opened his eyes, though they were still downcast, “Y/n, I haven't been honest with you. Erm, honest with myself either, really.” He felt your fingers lift his chin, making him look into your eyes.

“You know you can tell me anything, no matter what you can tell me,” you wore a soft smile on your lips, doing your best to encourage him to continue. He just stared at you for a moment, taking in how gentle your eyes looked at him, the bit of dirt still on your cheek from earlier in the night, how soft your lips looked right now. George was so lost in thought he almost didn’t notice you getting closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck now, still waiting for him to respond to you.

“It’s just…I…,” he trailed off, eyes shooting to your lips, back to your eyes and down again. You just nodded, closing the gap further, “I know, Georgie, me too.” And then it happened, your lips were on his and he was in heaven. One of his hands cupped your face as his other steadied on your hip, your lips slotting against one another fervently and with purpose. You felt his tongue glide against your bottom lip and granted him entrance without hesitation, allowing him to explore your mouth and deepen the kiss.

He attempted to pull you even closer, hands grabbing at your waist. You pulled back with a hiss, both forgetting about your injury. “Oh Merlin, I’m-” You shook your head, smiling, “It’s okay Georgie, I’m okay.” You cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb across his skin, “You scared me tonight. You can’t scare me like that, I thought I was gonna lose you.” He chuckled at this, “Yeah well I could say the same to you.” You shook your head, smiling at the red head, “You know I realized something tonight.” He looked at you curiously, “Oh? And what’s that.”

“I love you Georgie,” you bit your lip, waiting on how he would respond. He reached up, his thumb lightly pulling your lip from your teeth, “I love you too, Y/n, so much.” He leaned in to kiss you once more, your lips just barely grazing each other when you heard someone clear their throat in the doorway. You both turned to see Fred, leaning against the door frame with a smirk plastered on his lips.

“As adorable as that was to witness, there’s someone downstairs wanting to talk to you both,” Fred pushed himself off the frame, turning to leave. He grabbed ahold of the frame quickly, popping his head back into the room, “If I wasn’t clear, I was talking about mum.” You climbed off of George’s lap, allowing him to also stand up from the bed, “Thanks genius, didn’t quite get that one.”

You walked with George down the stairs, fingers intertwined while doing so. Molly’s eyes clocked the connection immediately, her face becoming more apologetic than before, if that were even possible. She met you both at the bottom of the steps, wrapping you in her embrace immediately, “Darling, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for how I acted, what I said to you, it was rubbish, truly.” She pulled back, tears brimming her eyes. You shook your head, “Molly, no. He’s your son. You just love him so much, I understand the feeling.”

You looked up at George who gave you a small smile and a wink in return. Molly, missing nothing, quickly wrapped her arms around both your necks, planting kisses on each of your cheeks, whispering in your ears, “We’ve been waiting for this, your father and I. Probably another reason I was so emotional earlier.” George leaned back, “What dya mean you’ve been waiting?” Molly simply smiled, “I know the look dear, you’ve had it with her for, gosh, how long now Arthur?”

“Since year 5 for them both, Moll.” Arthur yelled from the other side of the room. You felt your cheeks burn, surely visibly red for everyone to see. George was also blushing, not realizing how blatantly obvious he had been over the years. Fred came up behind you both, slinging an arm over each of your shoulders, “Thank Merlin for that though, yeah? He wouldn’t nearly have been as passionate about where you were if he wasn’t always looking for you in a room. Probably would’ve been longer before we realized you were passed out.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, he really was a Saint for me tonight, wasn’t he?” Fred looked at you puzzled, “Come again?” You pointed at George’s bandaged ear, “He’s holy Fred, Saint-like.” Fred just groaned, rolling his eyes as he pushed through the both of you. George however smiled, grabbing your chin and planting another kiss on your lips with a smile.

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drinkingteawithkate · 7 months ago

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Potter Children Headcanons

JAMES

James is Ginny with black hair. Her eyes, her nose , the only out of the three to get her extreme freckles. I imagine him to be mid height but Albus is taller.

Ginny is his best friend. Absolute mammas boy yes James is the rebel child but so is Ginny. They have the same humor have the same interest they are very close. He made her a mum and they will always have that bond.

James is also very protective of Lily and Albus. Yes he had very caring and present parents but they are busy people so James stepped in a lot as he got older to be there for the other two. James and teddy are incredibly close James was Tedds first brother and they spend a lot of time together once James graduates, they even lived together at a point.

ALBUS

Everything about Albus looks like Harry. But, Albus has a warmness in his face that came from his mama. He has Harry’s wider shoulders but Albus got Ron’s height. Something James will forever be jelous of.

Albus was closer to Ginny as a toddler because he was so shy but moving through adolescence he noticed how similar he is to his father. They are both people watchers, don’t like big crowds, crave the quiet. He always goes to Harry when he has questions or concerns. Don’t get me wrong they fight a lot and when they do it’s bad but Harry is his favorite parent and deep down he would never admit it Albus is Harry’s favorite child.

Albus’s family mate is Rose she does all the talking for him and they get along very well. Teddy has always looked out for Albus as well always making sure he had eaten dinner and including him in things with the other cousins.

LILY

Everyone says lily looks like Ginny at first but, Ginny and Harry both agree she looks more like her father. She has her mums fair skin, her brown eyes, and a light dusting of freckles not like James and Ginny have. But if you look closer she has Harry’s eye shape. His check bones, his nose, his jaw. Her eyebrows her lips that’s all from her dad. When she’s standing right next to Harry that really shines through how much she looks like her father. She is also crazy petite like Ginny very small in stature.

She’s the baby so obviously she gets away with everything. If James and Albus want something then they make Lily go ask for it. She’s close with Ginny because they enjoy doing stuff together like getting nails done going shopping talking about boys all the usual mother daughter things. But just like Ginny and Molly holy hell those two could row if they fight the whole neighborhood will know. But that’s where Harry comes in if Lily runs to her room crying after a fight with her mom Harry will be the one to comfort her till she falls asleep.

Lily wasn’t that close to the boys growing up especially not James because she was so much younger but when they all got older they started to bond more. She always admired Aunt Angelina Lily could always tell her things she could never tell her mom.

#ginny weasley #harry potter #hinny #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter

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mirkwoodshewolf · 26 days ago

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An ear for an arm; George Weasley x reader

*Author's note*

Like I said, I had some more tales of George Weasley and Sirius Black daughter fics coming your way and today I've got two more that I've been able to write due to this snowstorm that I'm dealing with. Hope you all enjoy these next two fics and for those who have been affected by the snow like me, stay safe, stay warm and keep snug :)

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@queen-paladin

@psychosupernatural

@remussl0vers

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Tonight was the night. Harry needed to be moved from Pivot Drive to the Burrow tonight and all of us have agreed to take the risk. I was one of the seven chosen to become ‘Harry Potter’ while we’d move him so that Voldemort and his followers wouldn’t know who the real one was. Alongside me were Hermione, Ron, Fleur, and the twins Fred and George.

Although there was reluctance on both George’s and uncle Remus’ side of me being a part of this but there was no time for arguing anymore.

One; he was my godbrother and pretty much the only family I have left of not only dad but uncle James and Aunt Lily. Two; I was the fastest flyer so even if something were to happen to Mad Eye, I’d at least stand a chance and hopefully get the jump on the Death eaters. And three; if worse comes to worse, I can always escape using my animagus form and hide until the coast is clear.

We arrived late one night at Harry’s uncle and aunt’s home and explained to him of our plan. Of course, he didn’t go for it because he didn’t want any more of us to die for him.

“This is war Harry. Dying now or dying later is what we’re up against now. We know what we’re getting into.” I had told him.

“No, no this is different. Taking that becoming me. No!” Harry said.

“Well none of us really fancy it, mate.” Said Fred.

“Yes, imagine if something went wrong and we’d end up a scrawny, specky git forever!” George mocked dramatically. I shoved his arm and gave him a pointed look.

“Alright Granger as discussed.” Mad Eye said to her. Hermione then went up and yanked some of Harry’s hair from behind his head before walking up to him to put it into the Polyjuice potion. The seven chosen then stepped forward and lined up as the potion was being mixed. “For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice potion before, fair warning. Tastes like goblin piss.”

“Have enough of that experience do you Mad Eye?” Fred asked as he took the bottle from Mad Eye’s hand. Mad Eye glared at him unamused then Fred shrugged, “Just trying to diffuse the tension.” Then he took the first sip of the potion. Followed by George, me, Fleur, Ron and then Hermione.

Goblin piss my arse Mad-Eye you’re full of rubbish! This was worse than that. Probably the foulest thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life. But I started to feel the effects of the Polyjuice potion starting to affect me as I grew ever slightly and my long hair began to grow short.

My face morphed as well as every other part of my body until finally I along with everyone else had now become Harry Potter.

“Wow, we’re identical.” Fred and George said as they looked at each other.

“Not yet you’re not.” Said Mad Eye.

We were all then given the same pair of clothes to wear. A long-sleeved red shirt, and light blue jacket, black jeans and of course replicas of Harry’s glasses. I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a pair of the clothes. I put on the pants first before adjusting the belt followed by the shirt and jacket. When I went to put on the glasses last, I couldn’t help but start to feel a headache coming on.

“Harry, once we live through this, I’m going to find a spell to get your eyes fixed. Bloody hell.” I shook my head as I adjusted the glasses fully onto the bridge of my nose.

“Right then, we’ll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. Ms. Black as agreed you’re sticking close to me.”

“No arguing there.” I told him.

“As for Harry,”

“Yes?” everyone else who had been turned into Harry spoke up. Blimey I feel like I’m in the Twilight zone right now.

“The real Harry. Where the devil are you anyway?”

“Here.” Harry raised his hand as he too was ordered to change into the same outfit as us.

“You’ll ride with Hagrid.” Harry and Hagrid stood close to one another as Hagrid told him.

“I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one that take you away now.” I smiled at them softly. Harry and Hagrid truly did have a special bond with each other throughout Harry’s entire time at Hogwarts, and vaguely recalling how it was indeed Hagrid who brought Harry here, it did seem right that he should be the one to save him once again.

“Yes it’s all very touching. Let’s go!” Mad Eye said impatiently. We all headed outside but just before Uncle Remus and George could step out, I grabbed both of their hands and said to them.

“Watch out for each other.”

“We will darling. You watch out for yourself too.” George told me as he cupped the side of my face. I nuzzled into his palm and the two of us embraced one another. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” I whispered back. As we separated I turned to Uncle Remus who looked at me solemnly but he tried to keep a brave face on.

“I know how fast of a flyer you are from seeing your Quidditch matches. If things go south, you fly as fast as you can. Do not engage any more than you have to.”

“You too Uncle Remus. Dad told me how you were a pretty fast flyer in your time at the Quidditch field.”

“Those were the old days.” He brushed off. I shook my head before embracing him and he held me as tight as he could. “Please be careful.”

“I promise I will. No tricks.”

“Miss Black!” I heard Mad-eye exclaimed impatiently. I looked at the two most important men of my life and stepped out and readied my broom beside Mad-Eye.

Everyone lined up in two rows, each Potter with their protectors at their side. Others chose to travel on the Thestrals like Bill and Fleur, and Hermonie and Mr. Kinglsey.

“Head for the Burrows, we rendezvous there. On the count of three!” Mad-eye exclaimed. Hagrid and Harry, who rode on dad’s old flying bike stood in the middle between all of us.

“Hold tight Harry.” Hagrid told my godbrother as he revved the engine up.

“One! Two! Three!” with a slam of his staff, everyone took off flying at Mad-Eye’s command. Once Harry and Hagrid were in the air, Mad-Eye turned to me and gave me a nod to fly on ahead. I nodded back and urged my broom upward.

Soon enough Mad-Eye caught up with me and together the two of us flew to be lead the flight to the Burrows. We came up to Harry and Hagrid and Harry turned to look at me. I gave him a firm nod before Mad-Eye and I raced onward and disappeared into the storm clouds ahead.

Little did we know that that would be the last thing any of us would ever do.

I don’t even know how it happened but as we came to a clearing through the storm clouds, thousands of Death Eaters were already in waiting as they charged at all of us.

Everyone was being pursued by at least a dozen or so Death Eaters and various spells were being fired in all directions. Death Eaters forced Mad-Eye and I to part from each other’s side so I decided to give them something to chase. Putting my reputation as the faster flyer on Ravenclaw’s Quidditch team, I flew in multiple loops, quickly zig-zagged through the sky forcing some of the Death eaters to crash into others that were chasing my friends and loved ones, I even dared the Death Eaters into a what I call ‘the death dive.

It's where a witch or wizard on a broom dives down as fast as they can towards the ground before pulling up at just the last second, and I do mean the last second. Most witches and wizards never dared to attempt this move since most have either died or ended up paralyzed never to ride or walk again (even with magic).

But ever since gaining some spells books of my mum’s before Dumbledore’s passing, she developed the perfect technique on how to perform such a feat. Any Death Eater that came after me fell for that trick and they’d end up falling into the water to their demise.

Any spell that came my way, I’d deflect before giving them an offense attack. Whether it was from all the spells that I’ve learned in school or from my mum’s spell books.

I had found out recently that on my mother’s side, her family has always been able to harness power from the Stars and at dire times, the Moon itself. Using their power and light to enhance their spells and incantations, that’s why they were known as the Celestial Wizards. That’s why everyone on my mother’s side had a part of Astronomy as part of their name.

Now I won’t brag and say I’m an expert (after all I’ve only had these books for barely a year) but the spells that I have been able to muster, I’ve gotten pretty good at it. So when doing the death dive didn’t work, I’d force the Death Eaters higher than any witch or wizard had been known to fly and used the power of the stars to enhance my attacks.

But it was then my element of surprise against the Death Eaters was broken with a fire snake soon burst through the dark clouds lighting up any chance I had to keep to the shadows. I was barely able to escape the flames unscathed but my broom, however, wasn’t as lucky.

The bristles had caught flame and I knew it was only a matter of time before it’d lose it’s magic and I’d go crashing down with no way of stopping. A cloud of black and green soon surrounded me and I knew that Voldemort had spotted me.

“Okay Voldemort, you want me, see if you got the guts to follow me.” I muttered as I dove downward and as fast as I could feel myself fall into the Death dive once more with Voldemort’s smoke trail following right behind me.

He kept to my right but I couldn’t see his face. Come on you bloody git, show me your face. Give me something to fire at. I kept up the Death dive until we were pass the clouds and I saw nothing but green down below. I held my wand tightly as I kept looking between Voldemort and the ground.

The red lights from the Crucio curse were being fired at me but I managed to dodge them even with my busted broom. I knew deep in my gut it wouldn’t be long before he would use the killing curse. But right as I saw the flash of green, I didn’t feel it’s effect on me.

Instead all I saw was Mad-Eye’s body and broom fall straight to the ground. My heart sunk, he took the hit for me. Rage took over my body as I shot out one of my family spells.

“STELLA FULMINE!!” a lightning bolt of pure starlight soon shot out from my wand and it met with the light of the Killing Curse that now was coming for me. The two attacks met and were pushing against each other.

‘So it is true.’ I could hear his voice in my head. ‘The Daughter of Sirius Black survives. How proud do you think he would be of you? Or your mother for that matter?’ how dare he speak about my mother. ‘Oh yes, Pettigrew told me of her screams when he killed her, she was indeed a fool to think she could stop us. And soon child, you shall join them.’

He soon broke our two spells apart which caused a bright explosion to burst forward blinding me and sending me off my broom until all I felt was pain and myself slamming into the ground before my whole world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

It was a hard and tough journey but Harry and Hagrid were the first to arrive, barely with their lives intact. Shortly after their arrival Remus and George apparated into the fields of the Burrow. However George had been blasted with a curse by Snape and lost his ear. Blood was seeping down his head as Remus struggled to hold him up properly. Harry helped his former professor to bring George into the house and set him down on the couch.

But now knowing that they had been betrayed, Remus immediately went and pinned Harry to the wall with his wand pointed at him. Hagrid and Ginny exclaimed at Remus but he shushed them before he asked Harry.

“What creature sat in the corner the first time Harry Potter visited my office in Hogwarts?”

“Are you mad!?” exclaimed Harry but Remus yelled back.

“WHAT CREATURE!!”

“A Grindylow.” Answered Harry. Both of them panting heavily before Remus finally released him.

“We’ve been betrayed. Voldemort knew you were being moved tonight. I had to make sure you weren’t an imposter.” Remus’ reason for the interrogation now began to weigh heavily on everyone’s mind. With everyone scattered during the attack, who knows if the members of the Order that will come through will be the real ones or imposters.

Thunder rumbled outside signifying the arrival of a Thestral. Harry and Remus ran outside to see Hermoine and Kinglsey. The two men pointed their wands at each other as they stood face to face and Kinglsey spoke their secret password to Remus.

“The last words Albus Dumbledore spoke to the pair of us.”

“Harry is the best hope we have. Trust him.” With that answer Kinglsey lowered his wand and asked Harry. “What gave you away?”

“Hedwig, I think. She was trying to protect me.” A second thunder rumble signified and soon landing was Bill and his wife Fleur. Almost immediately after they had landed, walking out of the fields were Tonks and Ron who was now starting to shift back into himself.

Hermione ran up to Ron and embraced him and he embraced her back as the effects of the Polyjuice potion finally wore off of him.

“Thanks.” He said breathlessly.

“He deserves that. Brilliant he was. I wouldn’t be standing here without him.” Tonks praised as she came up to Lupin and immediately embraced him. Remus embraced his wife back and from his werewolf senses he knew he didn’t need to interrogate her, this was his wife.

“Really?” asked Hermione.

“Why is that so surprising?” Harry seeing his two best friends alive and well immediately ran up and embraced the both of them. Finally the last to arrive were Arthur and Fred. Fred took off Harry’s glassed and he and his dad patted each other on the shoulder.

“Are we the last back?” asked Arthur. “Where’s George?” when no one answered, Fred’s heart raced as he ran straight into the house. There he saw his younger twin lying barely conscious, the left side of his head stained with blood. He came over beside his mother setting his wand down as the others gathered around the Weasley’s living room.

“How you feeling Georgie?” Fred asked softly.

“Saint like.” Croaked George.

“Come again?”

“Saint like. I’m holey. I’m holey Fred, yah get it?” he joked as he pointed to his now missing ear. Fred and Molly shook their heads at George’s joke.

“The whole wide world of ear-related humor. And you go for ‘I’m holey’. How (Y/n) chose you I’ll never understand.”

“Because I’m the better looking one, even now reckon I’m still better looking than you. Where….where is she anyway?” that’s when Bill stepped forward and gave the grim news.

“Mad-Eye’s dead.” Everyone froze and was silent at the revealed news of one of the greatest aurors in the Wizarding world. “I’m….I’m sorry George. (Y/n) forced Voldemort into the Death dive….and he made sure she couldn’t pull back up in time.”

Even through his dazed and weak state, George’s heart broke as he tried to stand up but his mom and Fred held him back.

“No, No! She…..she can’t be. She’s alive. I can feel it we-we have to…..”

“You’re not going anywhere George. You’re barely able to stand right now let alone go out there flying on your broom again.” Molly told her son.

“Remus please! You’re her godfather. Surely you—”

“With every ounce of my being do I wish I can race back out there and find her.” Remus told him. “But there’s too many Death eaters out there to have a search party. If…..” he trailed off as he felt his heartbreak for even saying that word. “We’ll give her until morning, if she doesn’t turn up we’ll…..we’ll work something out.”

“No! No she-she could be captured! Or—dying. She needs our help!”

“George, George.” Fred tried to ease his younger twin but at this point George was too hysterical to console. Hermione and Fleur couldn’t bear to listen as it broke their hearts, Harry tried to keep his composure as he felt this was his fault. First Cedric, then Sirius, then Mad-Eye now his own god-sister.

From the stress and blood loss, George’s frantic behavior soon caused him to pass out from exhaustion. Molly had Fred and Bill take him up to the twin’s bedroom while everyone else contemplated on what needed to be done now that (Y/n) was MIA.

Once Fred and Bill set George down on his bed, Bill gave his younger brother a pat on the shoulder before leaving the room leaving the twins alone.

“(Y/n)…..(Y/n)…..” Fred noticed his twin brother’s lips whispering so faintly. Fred took his twin’s hand and held onto it tightly.

“I was a witness to your unbreakable bond. If you say she’s alive, I’ll believe you Georgie. But don’t stress yourself sick mate. Especially not before she comes, she’d have both our heads.” He then rested his head against George’s bed but kept a strong hold of his brother’s hand until he fell fast asleep.

As the night went on at the Burrow and everyone had now fallen asleep, a limping figure slowly made their way through the fields toward the Burrow. Right arm hung limp and blood dripped every now and then with each step.

The figure then soon let out an animalistic yowl. It kept yowling every few seconds out in code, hoping and praying that someone from the Burrow would hear her.

The first to awaken hearing those yowls was Remus. He shot up from the chair next to Tonks. He heard the yowls again and knew there was only one puma in existence in all of England. Soon the others began to stir awake hearing those pained yowls.

“It’s her.” Fred whispered before shooting up and quickly racing down the stairs. Him, Remus, Harry, Arthur and Molly, Ginny, Hermoine and Ron all raced outside and soon limping out from the fields was (Y/n).

She was stuck mind-transformation out of her animagus form because of the pain so she was left having her puma ears, her tail, claws and fangs.

“(Y/n)!” Ginny exclaimed but before she could run to her, her parents stopped her while Fred was the one to go up to her being her interrogator. He almost didn’t wish to hold his wand against her because he wanted to believe that this was his best friend and future sister-in-law.

“No one, not even our own mother, can tell George Weasley and I apart save for one. How does (Y/n) Celeste Black do it?”

“You…..Frederick Gideon Weasley maybe the oldest of the pair, but George is slightly taller than you by a width of an inch, even though you try to claim it’s a centimeter. You are also more brash than your other half which can lead you to be more reckless. But furthermore it’s because while I love you both more than anything in this world, it is George that holds my heart for he is Mine and I am His.”

Fred immediately lowered his wand and raced up and caught (Y/n) in his arms just as she was about to collapse in pain. She let out some pained groans and Fred whispered to her.

“You’re here sister fox, it’s alright now.” He gently picked her up and carried her into the house. Now knowing that it was indeed the real (Y/n) Black and not an imposter, they immediately made room for her and got her as comfortable as possible.

“Let’s have a look at you dear.” Molly cooed as she cupped the young girl’s face. “Pretty nasty cut and bump to the head. And your right arm is indeed broken.” She felt around (Y/n)’s side and she let out a hiss as her claws dug into the Weasley’s furniture. “A few broken ribs, and scraped up everywhere else I can see. Don’t you worry dear, we’ll have you fixed up in a tick.”

Remus slowly walked up and knelt down beside her and stroked through her madded hair. Her eyes fluttered open one being her normal color while the other was stuck as her puma yellow.

“I did as you said Uncle Remus. I flew as fast as I could.”

“I know you did.”

“I even performed mum’s star bolt spell.”

“I know, I know shhh. Save your strength, kit.” He assured her.

“Where’s George? Is he…..”

“Shhh just rest. You’ll both see each other in the morning.” Remus continued to stroke through his god-daughter’s hair and cheek while Molly began healing up (Y/n)’s injuries.

As she was slowly healing up, it caused the rest of her body to slowly morph more human like. She let out some groans as the bones that needed to morph back shifted. Once she was finally human, she had passed out from the pain and from pure exhaustion. Molly finished tying up her arm into a sling.

“I tried my best with her arm but the damage is too significant even with magic. We’ll need to consult Madame Pomfrey.”

“Thank you Molly. I know you tried your best.” Remus thanked her graciously.

“Fred, why don’t you take her up to Ginny’s room? Get her properly tucked into a bed.” Fred nodded at his mom’s suggestion and carefully picked her up and carried her upstairs but as Ginny opened her door for him, Fred looked towards his and George’s room.

He turned to his little sister and Ginny gave him an understanding look. Plus with both of them severely injured, there wouldn’t be any fooling around tonight. Fred gave his sister a nod before turning towards his room and gently placed her right beside George who was still asleep, his ear now completely wrapped up and stained red.

Gently as he could, Fred set (Y/n) beside his twin brother knowing that she should be the first thing he sees when he woke up knowing that he was frantic with worry after hearing what had happened to Mad-Eye. He sat at his twin’s bedside and saw his two dearest friends lying side by side almost appearing dead.

Tears burned behind Fred’s eyes before he allowed them to be released. Never before have he and George ever left the other’s side, and when (Y/n) joined with them, even after being sorted in different houses the three of them made a pact to always never be too far from each other.

Now the one time he’s apart from them his twin loses his ear and his future sister in law nearly lost her life.

*My POV*

My body was in excruciating agony. My right arm felt prickly like thousands of needles were poking at my skin and muscles constantly. Each breath I took was like getting hit with a bludger, and my head was pounding like a drum. But the smell of cinnamon and apples at least eased the pain for a moment.

It hurt to try and open my eyes but I had to see for myself that I was there. I saw the faint glimpse of sunrays peering through the wood, the faint scent of gunpowder still lingered in the air from the twin’s last ever test run on their fireworks before they moved out into the flat above the shop.

“Morning darling.” I slowly turned my head and there he was.

“George.” I reached up with my left hand and placed my hand to his cheek. He nuzzled into my palm holding my hand with both of his.

“I know you were a Ravenclaw but maybe next time don’t take the name too seriously.” I went to laugh but it hurt my ribs.

“Don’t make me laugh George, it still hurts.”

“Since you’re in such agony, I’ll go easy on you.” He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “You gave us quite the fright love. Had it not been for the bond we made, I wouldn’t have known you were still out there.”

“I…..don’t even remember getting here. All I remember was falling off my broom, then hitting the ground and then—nothing. You sure no one came and got me?”

“Fred said you were stuck mid-way through your animagus form last night when you arrived. Maybe the shock right now is forcing you to suppress your memory of coming here.”

“Maybe.” That’s when I took notice of his bandaged head. I had him turn and I gasped softly. “Is it…..”

“Cursed off completely. Snape did that.” I growled softly but had winced once again. “Easy darling. Beyond that I’m fine all things considered, I don’t repulse you do I?”

“George Fabian Weasley. You could have a toad’s gullet or grown a second head and I’d still love you.”

“Not calling me the most handsomest wizard in the world anymore eh?”

“You already got a big ego, no need to stroke it any further.”

“I’m hurt darling.” We both smiled at each other before he leaned in and captured my lips with his. The softest yet most yearning kiss he could muster sent tingles through my body. “Never scare me like that again.”

“Promises, promises.” He chuckled as he nuzzled his nose against mine.

“You’re lucky your as injured as you are now. I’d be tickling you for your smart mouth.”

“Good thing eh?” I teased back.

“Just watch yourself love. You know I never forget to collect my debts.” He kissed me again and as he cupped the side of my face a voice spoke up.

“I put you both together hoping the snogging wouldn’t be as bad as it normally is with you two being injured.” We separated and there at the doorway was Fred. He came over and gently brushed some of the hair out of my face. “How you feeling sis?”

I smiled softly at that term. I always did feel a brotherly-type of love with Fred and now to hear him verbalize and reciprocate that familial type of love I had for him, it made my dark world feel a bit more lighter.

“Everything hurts. Maybe George is right, I should retire from flying.”

“I only said to not take the name Ravenclaw literally.” George said pecking my shoulder.

“Mum’s called Madam Pomfrey to come have a look at you. She should be here soon. I just wanted to see if you had awaken yet. Georgie’s been up since the crack of dawn watching over you, it was creepy.”

“It’s called being a dutiful boyfriend. Maybe you could learn a thing or two for Angelina’s sake.” George argued.

“Boys please, no arguing in front of the injured witch.” I reprimanded softly. “Are the others okay? Did they all make it?”

“Everyone accept for Mad-Eye.” He said solemnly. I was hit with a flashback of seeing him take the Killing curse for me.

“He died for me. Voldemort was aiming for me. But Mad-Eye got in the way and fell. That was before…..” I was hit with another tingly pain in my arm. I clenched onto it and George slowly backed up and sat up as Fred gently rubbed my shoulder.

“I’ll go tell mum you’re up and to get Madam Pomfrey here stat.” he ran out of the room while George brushed through my hair softly trying to ease my pain.

According to Madam Pomfrey I should be paralyzed from the waist down. But I must’ve transformed halfway in my fall and that managed to save me but it didn’t mean I was unscathed.

My right arm was broken and not even she is able to fix it. But the other scrapes, broken bones and bruises she was. My healing at home would be to soak in a salt elixir bath for 30 minutes twice a day to help heal the bones and hopefully further mend my arm. I was also condemned for at least the next few days to be either bed-ridden or had to use a wheelchair to assist me in getting around.

Even though I hated having to be this injured when we’re so close to the War of the century starting, I took that time to practice magic with my left hand. It was hard work not being a normal leftie but I’d imagine doing the wand movements with my right and that managed to make the spells easier to do.

When Bill and Fleur’s wedding came, I was in my wheelchair with George standing behind me as he’d wheel me around down the garden so that I could be part of the festivities. I’d ask him if he were ashamed to have to pull a wheelchair-bound witch but he said to me.

“If you’re not ashamed to be seen with a one-eared wizard, then I’m not ashamed to wheel my beautiful wheel-chair bound girlfriend.” I really did choose the right man to spend the rest of my life with. George was with me through all the healings I needed and eventually in no time, I was able to properly walk again and my right arm (though still slightly disfigured), I was able to use it to do minimal things.

I just hope that by the time this war truly begins, nothing will stop me from fighting to protect the ones I love.

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About Last Night - Part 2

Masterlist

With your pregnancy and feelings for Louis now out in the open, you both navigate the challenges of your new relationship and the new life growing inside of you.

Tags: Louis x reader, just a lot of fluff really

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Louis gives your hand a gentle squeeze before opening the door to the hotel suite. The buzz of conversation inside fades as you both step in, all eyes turning to you. Harry is sprawled across the couch, Liam perched on the armrest, Zayn leaning casually against the wall, and Niall sitting at the table, fidgeting slightly.

The weight of their collective attention is almost suffocating, but Louis doesn’t falter, guiding you further into the room.

“Alright, lads,” Louis begins, his voice steady. “We’ve got something to tell you.”

Harry is the first to speak, sitting up straighter. “What Louis said earlier… is it true?”

You swallow hard, glancing at Louis. He nods encouragingly, so you step forward. “Yes,” you say, your voice steady despite the knot in your stomach. “I’m pregnant. And the baby is Louis’s.”

A stunned silence fills the room, broken only by Zayn’s low whistle. “Well, that’s a bloody plot twist,” he says, though there’s no malice in his tone.

“How long have you known?” Liam asks, his brow creased with concern.

“A little over a week,” you admit. “I wasn’t sure how to tell anyone. Niall’s been the only one who knew—he’s been helping me through it.”

The boys’ gazes shift to Niall, who raises his hands defensively. “I was just trying to be there for her, alright?”

Harry’s mouth twitches into a grin as he leans back. “You know,” he says, looking between you and Louis, “I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. You two have been dancing around each other for years.”

You blink, heat rushing to your face. “What?”

“Come on, Y/N,” Harry continues, his grin widening. “We’ve all seen it. You and Louis have had this ‘will-they-won’t-they’ thing going on forever.”

Zayn smirks. “He’s not wrong. It was only a matter of time.”

Louis huffs, crossing his arms, though there’s a faint blush on his cheeks. “Alright, that’s enough,” he mutters, but the corner of his mouth quirks up.

Liam’s expression softens, his initial shock melting into a warm smile. “Well, regardless of how it happened, congratulations. This is huge.”

“Yeah,” Niall chimes in, his voice firm. “And you’ve got us. Whatever you need, we’ll be there.”

You glance at Louis, feeling the courage to say what’s next because of his steady presence. “There’s something else,” you add. “Louis and I… we’re together now. Officially.”

The room falls quiet again, and then Harry lets out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Of course you are,” he says, grinning. “Took you long enough.”

“I knew it!” Zayn adds, pointing at Louis. “You’ve been mooning over her for years, mate.”

Louis smirks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, well, better late than never, right?” he says, his tone light but the meaning behind it heavy with sincerity.

“That’s sweet and all,” Niall interjects, though his grin is teasing, “but you know management’s going to be pissed.”

“Probably,” Louis says with a shrug, entirely unfazed. “But they’ll get over it.”

Harry snorts. “Yeah, right. A secret relationship? Sure. A baby on the way? They’ll love that.”

“Let them be pissed,” you say, surprising even yourself with your confidence. “This is our life, not theirs.”

Liam nods approvingly. “Good for you. Stand your ground.”

“And we’ll back you up,” Zayn says with a smirk. “Even if it makes for some interesting headlines.”

The room fills with a mix of laughter and reassurances, the tension easing into something more celebratory. Louis glances down at you, his blue eyes filled with quiet pride and affection.

As the boys crack jokes about baby names and ridiculous parenting scenarios, you feel a wave of gratitude for this chaotic, supportive family. Whatever comes next, you know you’ll have them—and Louis—by your side.

…

The conference room feels impossibly cold, despite the sunlight streaming through the large windows. Louis walks beside you, his hand resting on the small of your back as you both step inside. Seated at the long table are the familiar faces of the management team, their expressions ranging from neutral to wary.

Louis doesn’t falter, his confidence unshakable as he pulls out a chair for you before taking the one beside you. The silence stretches for a moment, thick with anticipation, until one of the senior managers clears his throat.

“So,” he begins, folding his hands on the table. “We’ve been informed there’s something the two of you need to tell us.”

You glance at Louis, your heart racing. He offers you a reassuring nod before leaning forward, his tone calm but firm.

“Right. Let’s not beat around the bush,” Louis says, his voice steady. “Y/N is pregnant. It’s mine. And we’re together now.”

The words hang in the air, and for a moment, no one says anything. Then, one of the younger managers mutters under his breath, “Bloody hell.”

Another manager, older and clearly more experienced, narrows her eyes slightly. “And how exactly do you expect this to play out?” she asks. “You’re both under contract. A pregnancy—and a relationship—was not part of the image we’ve carefully curated.”

Louis’s jaw tightens, but he remains composed. “We’re not hiding this,” he states. “It’s happening, whether it fits the ‘image’ or not.”

“Louis—”

“No,” he cuts in, his voice sharp but controlled. “I’ve spent years playing along with what’s expected. But this isn’t just about me anymore. This is about my family—about our family,” he corrects, glancing at you.

Your chest tightens at his words, but you lift your chin, drawing strength from his presence. “We’re not asking for permission,” you add, your voice steadier than you expected. “We’re just letting you know.”

The room falls silent again, the managers exchanging glances. Finally, the senior manager speaks, his tone measured. “You have to understand the complications this brings. The press will have a field day. The fans—”

“The fans will adjust,” Louis interrupts. “They always do. We’ll handle the press, too. This isn’t a scandal—it’s life. And we’re not ashamed of it.”

The older woman sighs, leaning back in her chair. “And the tour? The schedule?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you say firmly. “I’ll do what I can for as long as I can, and when I need to step back, I will. But this isn’t up for negotiation.”

Louis nods in agreement, his hand finding yours under the table. “This is happening. So, you can either support us, or not. But either way, we’re moving forward.”

The room is quiet as the managers exchange looks again. Finally, the senior manager nods slowly. “Fine,” he says, though his tone is reluctant. “But we’ll need to control the narrative. A statement will have to be released, and we’ll need to prepare for the media backlash.”

“Control the narrative all you want,” Louis says, his tone icy. “But make it clear that we’re happy, and that we’re doing this together. I won’t have anyone twisting this into something it’s not.”

There’s a beat of hesitation before the manager finally nods. “Alright. We’ll draft something for your approval.”

“Good,” Louis says, standing and offering you his hand. “Then we’re done here.”

You take his hand, standing alongside him. The two of you walk out of the room together, leaving the weight of the meeting behind.

As the door closes behind you, Louis looks down at you, a small grin tugging at his lips. “Well, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “You handled that better than I thought you would.”

He smirks, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “Told you, love. I’m all in.”

And with that, the two of you walk away, ready to face whatever comes next—together.

…

The hotel suite is unusually quiet, a rare moment of calm amidst the chaos of tour life. You’re curled up on the couch, phone in hand, scrolling through endless notifications. Louis is stretched out beside you, one arm slung over the back of the couch. The rest of the boys are scattered around—Niall rifling through a snack bag, Liam flipping through channels on the TV, Harry lounging upside down in a chair, and Zayn perched by the window, scrolling on his own phone.

The official statement from management had gone live this morning, and within minutes, social media had exploded. You and Louis had followed up with your own posts: a sweet photo of the two of you, Louis’s hand resting protectively on your stomach, captioned with simple words: We’re so excited to share this next chapter with you all.

Now, hours later, the reality of it all is sinking in as you scroll through the comments. You’d braced yourself for backlash, but to your surprise, the overwhelming majority of fans had been nothing but supportive.

“This one says, ‘I’ve been a Louis girl since 2010, and I’ve never been prouder. Congrats to you both!’” you read aloud, your voice trembling slightly.

“Read this one!” Harry calls out from his chair, his voice muffled by his upside-down position. “It says, ‘We always knew Louis would be the first dad in the band. The rest of you need to catch up!’”

Zayn chuckles, shaking his head. “First dad, huh? Bit presumptuous. Maybe I’m already ahead of him, just keeping it private.”

“Sure, mate,” Niall teases, tossing a crisp at him.

You laugh at their banter, but the lump in your throat only grows. Another comment catches your eye: You can just tell how much Louis loves her. They’re going to be the best parents.

That’s when it happens. The tears start to fall, completely unbidden. You try to blink them away, but the floodgates have opened, and you’re suddenly a blubbering mess.

“Oh no,” Liam says, glancing over from the TV. “We’ve got tears.”

Harry flips upright, his eyebrows shooting up. “Is it the hormones? It’s the hormones, isn’t it?”

“It’s definitely the hormones,” Niall agrees, trying to stifle a laugh.

“Oi, knock it off,” Louis says, his tone light but protective. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his chest. “Let her cry if she needs to.”

“I’m not even sad,” you manage to say through your sniffles. “It’s just—everyone’s being so nice. I thought they’d hate me.”

Louis tilts your chin up gently, his blue eyes warm and steady. “They could never hate you, love,” he says softly. “They can see what I see—how incredible you are. And they’re right. We’re going to be great parents.”

That only makes you cry harder, burying your face in his chest as the rest of the boys exchange amused looks.

“Alright, alright,” Zayn says, standing and stretching. “I’m getting out of here before I start tearing up, too.”

“Coward,” Harry teases, though his smirk softens as he looks at you. “Seriously, Y/N, we’re all happy for you. The fans are just catching up to what we’ve known for years—you two are perfect for each other.”

Niall grins, raising his water bottle in a toast. “To Louis, Y/N, and Baby Bathroom Stall.”

That finally makes you laugh through your tears, swatting at Niall with a pillow. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Not a chance,” he says, his grin widening.

Louis chuckles, brushing a kiss to the top of your head. “Let them have their fun,” he murmurs. “We’ve got plenty to celebrate.”

And as you look around the room—at your chaotic, loving bandmates and the man who’s been your rock through it all—you realize he’s right.

…

The muffled roar of the crowd echoes through the arena as you grip the edge of the bathroom sink, trying to steady yourself. At 12 weeks pregnant the nausea has been relentless, and tonight is no different. Your stomach lurches again, and you barely make it to the toilet before you’re throwing up the remnants of the bland toast you’d forced down earlier.

“Y/N?” Louis’s voice cuts through the pounding in your head, followed by a soft knock on the door. “You alright, love?”

You groan, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “I’m fine,” you call back weakly, though the bile rising in your throat says otherwise.

The door creaks open, and Louis steps in, closing it behind him. His brows are furrowed, worry etched into every line of his face. “You don’t look fine,” he says gently, crouching down beside you. “You’re pale as hell, and you’ve been in here for ages.”

“I’m just—” you begin, but your stomach flips again, cutting you off.

“Alright, that’s it,” Louis says firmly, standing and helping you to your feet. “You’re not going out there tonight. I’ll call management, explain you’re sick—”

“Louis, no,” you protest, clutching his arm for balance. “I can’t just skip a show. The fans will notice. The band will notice.”

“They’ll notice a lot more if you pass out mid-song,” he retorts. “Come on, Y/N. You’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

Before you can argue further, the door opens again, and Niall peeks his head in, followed by Harry, Liam and Zayn.

“Mate, we’re on in five,” Liam says, then stops short when he sees you. “Whoa, you look awful.”

“Thanks,” you mutter dryly, leaning against Louis for support.

“She’s been throwing up again,” Louis explains, his tone clipped with concern. “I’m telling her to sit this one out.”

“Honestly, Y/N,” Harry says, crossing his arms. “I get that you’re tough, but maybe Louis is right. You’ve been running on fumes for weeks.”

“And it’s not just about you anymore,” Niall adds, his gaze dropping pointedly to your stomach. “You’ve got someone else to think about now.”

You glance at Louis, who’s looking at you with the same protective intensity he always does. The other boys are watching you, too, their worry palpable.

“I can do it,” you insist, though your voice wavers. “I just need a minute to pull myself together.”

“Y/N—” Louis begins, but you shake your head.

“No,” you say more firmly. “I’ll take it easy, I promise. But I’m not sitting this out. We’ve got fans waiting out there who’ve been excited about this for months. I won’t let them down.”

The boys exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them. Finally, Louis sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright,” he relents, though his tone is anything but happy. “But if you start feeling worse—even a little—I’m pulling you offstage, no arguments.”

“Deal,” you say, squeezing his hand in gratitude.

“Let’s at least get you some water,” Harry says, holding the door open as Louis guides you out.

As you make your way toward the stage, Louis keeps a steady arm around your waist, his worry evident in the way he doesn’t let go.

“You’re stubborn, you know that?” he murmurs.

You manage a small smile, leaning into him. “Takes one to know one.”

He huffs a quiet laugh but doesn’t argue, his hand brushing protectively against your back as the opening chords of the first song echo through the arena.

…

The next day you go for your 12 week scan. The waiting room is quiet, save for the occasional shuffle of papers or soft murmurs from other couples. You sit with Louis, his hand tightly gripping yours as the nurse calls your name.

“This is it,” he whispers, offering you a small, nervous smile as you both stand.

“It’s just a scan, Louis,” you say, trying to sound calm despite your racing heart. “Not the baby being born.”

“Still,” he says, shrugging as he walks beside you. “It feels like a big deal.”

You don’t argue because he’s right—it does.

The sonographer greets you warmly and leads you into the small, dimly lit room. The equipment hums softly, and you feel a knot of anticipation tighten in your chest as you lie back on the bed. Louis stands by your side, his thumb brushing soothing circles against your knuckles.

“Okay, let’s take a look,” the sonographer says, spreading the cool gel across your stomach.

You shiver slightly at the chill, but any discomfort vanishes the moment the image appears on the screen.

“There’s your baby,” she says, her voice kind and reassuring as she points to the little blob on the monitor.

Louis sucks in a sharp breath, his grip on your hand tightening. “That’s… that’s them?”

Your eyes sting with tears as you nod, unable to tear your gaze away from the screen. “That’s them.”

“And there’s the heartbeat,” the sonographer adds, pressing a few buttons. A rhythmic thumping fills the room, strong and steady.

Louis lets out a shaky laugh, his free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “Bloody hell… That’s amazing.”

You glance at him, and the sight of his awestruck expression makes your heart swell. “It is,” you whisper, squeezing his hand.

The sonographer continues pointing out tiny details—the baby’s head, their little arms and legs—but you barely hear her. All you can focus on is the sound of that heartbeat and the warmth of Louis’s hand in yours.

When the scan is over, and she prints out the pictures, Louis insists on holding them. “These are mine,” he says with a grin, carefully tucking them into his jacket pocket.

“Yours?” you tease as you clean the gel off your stomach. “I’m the one carrying the baby.”

“Fine,” he concedes, smirking. “They’re ours. But I’m keeping these copies.”

You roll your eyes but smile, your heart feeling lighter than it has in weeks.

As you leave the clinic, Louis pulls you into a hug, right there on the sidewalk. “Thank you,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.

“For what?” you ask, resting your cheek against his chest.

“For this. For them. For everything,” he says, pulling back to look at you. “I’m so in love with you, Y/N. And I’m gonna do everything I can to be the best dad—and partner—I can be.”

Tears spill down your cheeks, but you’re smiling as you nod. “I know you will. And I love you too.”

He kisses you softly, tenderly, before taking your hand and leading you down the street. “Now,” he says, glancing at you with a mischievous grin, “where do we go to frame these photos?”

…

The soft light of morning filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hotel room. You’re tucked into Louis’s side, your head resting on his chest as his fingers draw lazy, soothing circles along your back. His touch is gentle, his other hand occasionally brushing over your arm or waist.

The room is quiet save for the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat under your ear. It’s a rare moment of peace, one neither of you takes for granted.

“You comfortable?” Louis murmurs, his voice low and raspy with sleep.

“Mhm,” you hum, snuggling closer. “I could stay like this all day.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “So could I. Think anyone would notice if we skipped soundcheck?”

“They’d definitely notice,” you reply, smiling against his chest. “Harry wouldn’t let us live it down.”

“Good point,” he concedes, his fingers trailing lower, brushing over your stomach.

The motion is so natural, so absentminded, that it takes him a moment to pause. His hand lingers there, his brows furrowing slightly as he presses his palm gently against your stomach.

“Wait…” he says, his voice soft but filled with wonder.

You tilt your head up to look at him. “What?”

Louis shifts slightly, propping himself up on one elbow as his hand remains on your stomach. “Your bump,” he says, his lips curving into a slow, astonished smile. “It’s there. I can feel it.”

Your heart skips a beat as his words sink in. Glancing down, you place your hand over his and press lightly. Sure enough, the small curve of your belly is unmistakable now.

“It is,” you whisper, a mix of awe and emotion bubbling up inside you.

Louis’s eyes are bright as he looks back at you, his smile widening. “That’s our baby in there,” he says, his voice filled with pure joy. “They’re really starting to grow.”

You laugh softly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Well, that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but… seeing it, feeling it—it’s real,” he says, his hand moving gently over the bump. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

Your cheeks warm at his words, and you shake your head. “I’m just lying here.”

“Lying here and growing a whole human,” he counters, leaning down to press a kiss to your stomach. “Our human.”

The tenderness of the moment overwhelms you, and a tear slips down your cheek. “You’re gonna make me cry again,” you say with a laugh, brushing at your face.

He looks up at you with a playful grin. “Pregnancy hormones, right? Can’t blame me for those.”

You roll your eyes but can’t stop smiling as he continues rubbing your bump, his expression soft and adoring.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” he murmurs, his voice so quiet it’s almost as if he’s talking to the baby instead of you. “But for now… I’ll just keep them safe in there.”

“And me too?” you ask teasingly.

“I’ll always keep you safe,” he promises, leaning up to kiss you gently. “Always.”

…

The arena hums with activity as the band prepares for soundcheck. Techs are buzzing around, running cables and adjusting levels, and the noise only serves to amplify the frustration you feel deep in your chest. You stand off to the side, arms crossed tightly, already in a foul mood.

“Y/N, you ready?” Louis calls from the center of the stage, his mic in hand, flashing that grin you know too well.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” you snap, your tone sharper than usual.

He blinks in surprise, his smile faltering for just a second. “Alright, someone’s feisty today.”

“Don’t start with me,” you warn, walking over to the stage with quick, purposeful steps. The nagging ache in your lower back only makes it worse, and it feels like every little thing is grating on you.

“Whoa, easy,” Niall says as you pass him, holding up his hands like you’re about to explode. “She’s got that scary look again.”

You glare at him, but don’t say anything, instead grabbing your microphone stand and adjusting it a little too forcefully.

“Everything alright?” Liam asks, his voice cautious and gentle.

“Fine,” you mutter, trying to focus on the mic cord and not the irritation brewing inside.

Louis raises an eyebrow, his expression cautious as he walks closer. “You sure you’re okay, love? You’ve been in a mood all day.”

“I’m fine,” you bite out, irritation climbing as you continue to fiddle with the mic. “Stop asking.”

Zayn, who has been quietly watching, steps forward and raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, you’ve been on edge all morning. What’s up?”

“I’m fine,” you snap again, the frustration in your voice ringing louder now.

Louis takes a step back, raising his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off.”

The tension in the room is palpable now, and the rest of the band exchanges uneasy glances. Harry, ever the peacemaker, tries to lighten the mood with a joke.

“Maybe we should all take a break before someone gets murdered,” he says with a smile, trying to ease the thick air.

“Not funny,” you mutter, shooting him a sharp look.

“Definitely hormones,” Niall comments, but his words are just loud enough for you to hear.

“That’s it!” you snap, spinning on your heel to face him. “If one more person blames my mood on hormones, I swear to God—”

“Alright!” Louis cuts in, stepping between you and Niall with his hands raised. “Let’s all just breathe, yeah? How about we grab some water and reset before we start?”

You huff, the sharp edge to your voice still there, but you don’t argue. You step off the stage, Louis trailing behind, the cool air outside the spotlight helping to calm the rising frustration. He gently touches your arm to stop you once you’re out of earshot of the others.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice low with concern. “What’s really going on? And don’t say you’re fine, because we both know that’s not true.”

You exhale sharply, some of the anger slipping away and leaving exhaustion in its place. “I just… everything’s too much today. My back hurts, I’m tired, I’m nauseous, and it feels like everyone’s treating me like I’m some fragile thing that can break at any second.”

Louis’s expression softens, and he steps closer, his hand brushing your arm. “You’re not fragile, Y/N. But I get it. It’s a lot, love. And you’re allowed to feel overwhelmed.”

You feel the lump in your throat, the sting of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. “I miss… I miss having fun. I miss being the person who could mess around with you guys and not be treated like I’m breakable. Like I can’t do anything without someone being worried I’m about to drop dead.”

Louis’s face softens even more, and he steps forward to wrap his arms around you. “You’re not breakable, love. I know things have changed, but that doesn’t mean you’re not still the same Y/N we’ve all known. You’re strong. And we’ll all get through this together.”

You lean into him, your arms finding their way around his waist as you bury your face in his chest. The warmth of his embrace is comforting, even as you feel the weight of everything pressing down on you.

“Yeah?” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion.

“Yeah,” Louis says firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And if you need to take a step back tonight, that’s okay. We’ve got this.”

You nod, the frustration slowly fading away in the calm of his support. “Thanks, Louis.”

“Anytime,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to your hair. “Let’s go back in there. You’ve got this.”

You pull away slightly, wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Fine. But if Niall says the word ‘hormones’ again, I swear I’ll deck him.”

Louis chuckles, his hand taking yours as you both walk back to the stage, Zayn falling into step behind you. “Fair enough.”

…

Backstage is quieter than usual, the hum of the arena outside almost a distant memory as you sit in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit for the night. You’ve been feeling off lately—everything is changing, and while you’re excited for the baby, the changes in your body are starting to weigh on you.

At 16 weeks your belly is no longer a secret, a small bump that seems to grow by the day. It’s still subtle, not huge by any means, but it’s there. It’s just one part of it. The rest of your body has shifted too. Your hips feel wider, your chest feels fuller, and your clothes don’t fit quite the same.

You suck in a breath, staring at your reflection, trying to convince yourself that it’s okay. But the insecurity sits heavy in your chest, that feeling that you don’t look like you anymore, and you don’t know how to feel about it.

“Y/N?” You hear a knock at the door before it opens slightly, revealing Niall. He’s got a worried look on his face, probably sensing that something’s off.

“Hey,” he says softly, stepping in without waiting for an invitation. “You alright?”

You manage a tight smile, but the insecurity is too much to hide. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… getting ready for tonight.” You adjust your shirt again, glancing at your reflection.

“Mm-hmm,” Niall says, his tone skeptical. He takes a few steps closer and then pauses, clearly noticing something is up. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all day.”

“I just…” You trail off, biting your lip. “I don’t know. Everything’s changing. My body’s changing, and it’s… weird.”

Niall’s face softens, and he steps up behind you, looking over your shoulder into the mirror. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. You know that, right?”

You shake your head, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like I don’t recognize myself anymore.”

He looks at you, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder. “You’re growing a little human, love. Your body’s doing something incredible. I know it’s not easy, but trust me, it’s all worth it.”

“I know,” you sigh, feeling tears well up in your eyes. “But I’m still just… I don’t know how to feel about it. I don’t feel like me anymore.”

Niall gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “You’ll always be you, Y/N. I promise. Nothing can change that.”

Before you can respond, you hear the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. The door creaks open wider, and Louis steps in, looking directly at you. He’s grinning, but it falters when he sees your expression. His eyes immediately soften, and he walks over, his hand going to your back as he leans in to press a kiss to your temple.

“Everything alright?” he asks, his voice gentle, knowing you’ve been on edge all day.

You nod but don’t speak right away. Your gaze shifts to the mirror again, self-conscious. Louis notices, stepping closer and tilting your chin gently to face him.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice quiet but firm. His eyes search yours, and you can see the sincerity in them, but you can’t shake the doubt creeping in.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” you whisper, looking down at your stomach, feeling the weight of your insecurities.

Louis’s hands move to gently rest on your waist, his thumb grazing the edge of your bump. “You’re carrying our baby, love. Nothing is more beautiful than that. And every single part of you, every change, is part of that. You’ve got this glow about you that makes my heart stop every time I look at you.”

You let out a shaky breath, a tear finally escaping down your cheek. “But I don’t feel like myself anymore. I miss when I could just… fit into my clothes and not feel like this.”

Niall’s hand gently squeezes your arm, his voice warm and supportive. “You don’t have to be the same as you were before. You’re still you, just with a little more badass energy now. And besides, the only thing that’s really changing is you’re going to be an amazing mum.”

Louis steps in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, making you look up at him. “Niall’s right. And I’m here, every step of the way. We’ll get through this together. I’ve got you.”

You feel the weight of his words settle in, and for the first time all day, you start to feel the tightness in your chest loosen. You sniffle, wiping your eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive,” Louis says, his voice soft but confident. “And look, if you want to take it slow tonight, that’s okay too. You don’t have to perform if you’re not up for it.”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. I want to do this. I just… I needed to hear that.”

Niall smiles, stepping back and giving you a gentle nudge. “Good. Now, let’s get you out there. You’ve got this, Y/N.”

Louis gives your hand a reassuring squeeze as you stand up, and for the first time today, you feel a little lighter, a little less unsure of yourself.

You glance at him, offering a small smile. “Thanks.”

He winks at you, his grin mischievous as ever. “Anytime, love.”

And for once, you believe him.

…

The small, quiet room feels warm as you sit together, waiting for the doctor to come in. Louis is next to you, his fingers intertwined with yours, and you can feel the excitement radiating off him. You’ve both been counting down the days to this appointment, eager to hear everything’s progressing well.

“You nervous?” Louis asks, his voice low as he leans his shoulder against yours.

You shake your head, though there’s a flutter in your stomach that you can’t quite shake. “A little, but I know everything’s fine. I just… I want to hear it from the doctor.”

He smiles at you, squeezing your hand gently. “It’s gonna be perfect, Y/N. Our little one’s gonna be healthy and strong.”

You nod, your gaze fixed on your hands for a moment, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Even though the pregnancy has come with its fair share of worries, moments like these—where it’s just the two of you—remind you how much Louis truly supports you.

The door opens, and the doctor enters, a warm smile on her face. “Hey there! How are we feeling today?”

“Excited,” you say, your voice a little breathless as you glance at Louis. “And nervous.”

The doctor nods, adjusting the ultrasound machine before setting up. “Understandable, but we’re going to take great care of you today. Let’s take a look at your baby.”

Louis gives your hand another squeeze, his excitement palpable as he watches the screen flicker to life. You both go quiet as the doctor starts the ultrasound, the cool gel on your belly making you flinch at first. The image on the screen slowly comes into focus, and you see the tiny, perfect outline of your baby.

“There we go,” the doctor says. “Everything looks really good—baby’s healthy, and you’re doing great, Y/N. The measurements are all right on track.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch the screen, overwhelmed with emotion. “That’s really our baby?” you whisper, your heart racing.

Louis presses a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft. “Yeah, it’s real.”

The doctor smiles at you both. “It is. And you should be feeling the baby start kicking soon, if you haven’t already.”

You glance at Louis, your eyes wide. “Kicking?”

“Yep!” The doctor nods, pointing to the image on the screen. “Everything’s perfectly in place. As the baby continues to grow, you’ll likely feel those first little movements soon. It’s a thrilling feeling.”

You turn to Louis, unable to hide the smile spreading across your face. “I can’t wait to feel it.”

Louis’s expression mirrors yours—genuine awe and joy. “Neither can I,” he says, his voice full of wonder.

After a few more moments of the doctor checking on everything, you finally hear the news you’ve both been waiting for.

“Do you want to know the baby’s sex?”

You glance at Louis, his smile widening in anticipation. “Yes,” you say, your voice soft but filled with excitement.

The doctor glances at the screen, then looks back at you both. “It’s a boy.”

A breath catches in your throat as your heart skips a beat. “A boy,” you repeat, feeling a mixture of joy and wonder flood through you. You look at Louis, who’s staring at the screen, his eyes shining with emotion.

“A little boy,” Louis echoes, his voice almost a whisper. He turns to you, a smile so wide on his face it almost doesn’t seem real. “We’re having a son.”

You nod, tears starting to well up in your eyes as the weight of it all hits you—this tiny, perfect little human growing inside you. The realization that soon you’ll be holding him in your arms makes everything feel so much more real.

Louis leans down, kissing your forehead again. “I’m so proud of you,” he says softly.

You smile, feeling so much love in your chest that it almost overflows. “I’m proud of us.”

The doctor finishes up, giving you both the green light to go, but you can’t stop smiling as you stand. Louis takes your hand, guiding you out of the room. As you walk down the hall together, he stops and turns you toward him, lifting your chin to look into your eyes.

“We’re gonna be amazing parents, Y/N,” he says, his voice steady but full of excitement.

You nod, your hand resting gently on your still-growing belly. “Yeah. We will be.”

…

The ride back to the hotel feels like it’s in slow motion. Louis is holding your hand tightly in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a soothing, steady rhythm. Every now and then, you glance at him, his smile still wide, and you can’t help but grin back.

“You’re still smiling,” you tease softly.

“I can’t stop,” he replies, his voice full of joy. “We’re having a boy, Y/N. A little mini version of me.”

You laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. “We’ll see about that. He’ll have his own personality, I’m sure.”

Louis’s grin widens. “I’ll have to teach him the important stuff, though. Like how to make a proper cup of tea.”

“Sure, sure,” you tease. “I’m sure he’ll be asking you for lessons on how to drive everyone crazy like you do.”

Louis looks over at you with a smirk. “I think he’s going to be perfect.”

You feel your heart swell with love as you lean your head on his shoulder. For a moment, everything feels so right. You’re both excited, nervous, and ready for this next chapter together.

The car pulls into the hotel, and you both step out, Louis offering you a hand as you make your way inside. You both feel like you’re walking on air—there’s no way you can keep this news to yourselves any longer.

When you enter the hotel suite, the boys are already there, sprawled out on the couches, laughing and talking. They glance up when you walk in, and you can see the curiosity in their eyes. Everyone’s been waiting for the two of you to return from the appointment, and there’s an energy in the room that’s both expectant and excited.

Louis clears his throat, looking around at the guys with a grin. “We’ve got news.”

The band instantly quiets down, leaning forward, eager for whatever news you’re about to share.

Zayn raises an eyebrow. “What’s up?”

Niall crosses his arms, a smile tugging at his lips. “Everything okay?”

You glance at Louis, and he gives you a nod, his hand still firmly clasped around yours. You both take a breath, preparing for the big reveal.

“We found out today that we’re having a baby boy,” you say, your voice filled with joy.

The room falls into stunned silence for a moment, then all at once, the guys explode into cheers and congratulations.

“No way!” Harry grins, standing up to give you both a hug. “A boy? That’s amazing!”

Niall is already on his feet, pulling you into a tight hug. “You two are gonna be incredible parents.”

Liam, who’d been sitting back and observing, stands up with a grin. “A little one on the way! That’s amazing, mate.”

Zayn, ever the cool one, gives a wide grin and nods. “A son, huh? Looks like we’re going to have a little troublemaker on our hands.”

Louis chuckles, his arms still around you as he laughs along with everyone else. “I’m sure he’ll be an angel—when he’s with his mum.”

You roll your eyes but feel your heart flutter as you glance up at Louis. “Oh, I’m sure. The ‘perfect’ little angel.”

The guys continue to congratulate you, their voices full of excitement and joy, but amidst the chatter, you catch Louis’s eye. He’s looking at you with the most adoring expression, and for a moment, everything else fades away.

“We’re gonna be okay, right?” you whisper, your voice just for him.

He leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers back. “We’re more than okay. We’re going to be great.”

The moment feels perfect—this tiny, beautiful secret between the two of you, shared with the band who’s become family. The excitement is infectious, and you can feel the weight of it settling in, making everything feel so real.

The journey ahead may be challenging, but with Louis by your side and the support of the band, you know it’s going to be a beautiful adventure.

…

Part 3

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thollandsgirl2013 · 29 days ago

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Thank you so very much for doing my last request when I saw the post I was so excited to read it!!! If it's not too much trouble, could you do another one where Tom (who is the designated driver) and the reader and some of their friends are at a pub quiz one night and there is a guy who tries to come onto and touch on the reader and tom (who has a big crush on the reader) gets mad and goes into protective mode plzzz 😊

Not really happy with how it turned out. It could have been better. I hope you like it 😶

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐛 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳

Parings → Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff, drunk guy

Summary → At a pub quiz, Tom protects you from a drunk guy, later on confesses his feelings.

The pub buzzed with energy as you and the gang settled into your usual spot near the corner, a cozy booth that offered just the right mix of privacy and visibility. The monthly pub quiz had become a cherished tradition among you, Tom, Harry, Harrison, Tuweine, Sam, and Sam’s girlfriend, Clark. The seven of you made an unbeatable team, though the friendly debates over trivia answers often turned into playful chaos.

“Alright, team!” Harry said, smacking the table as the first round’s questions were announced. “We’ve got this. No stupid answers this time, Harrison.”

“I wasn’t stupid last time!” Harrison retorted, indignant. “The question was ambiguous.”

“Mate, it was ‘What’s the capital of France,’” Sam deadpanned, earning a laugh from everyone at the table.

You caught Tom grinning as he leaned back in his chair, sipping from a bottle of non-alcoholic beer. His brown curls were slightly messy, and his soft smile made your chest feel warm. Tom had been sober for two years now, a decision he’d made that he's really proud of. It hadn’t changed much about your nights out, except that he always drove you all home—and refused to let you forget it.

As the quiz carried on, you felt the urge to grab another drink. You nudged Tom’s shoulder as you stood. “Want anything from the bar?”

“Nah, I’m good, love,” he replied, his voice warm and familiar. “But don’t take too long. We need you for the next round.”

You chuckled, giving him a mock salute. “Yes, boss.”

At the bar, you ordered your drink and leaned against the counter, tapping your fingers idly as the bartender started to mix it. The pub was packed tonight, and the energy felt almost tangible, a buzzing current of chatter, laughter, and clinking glasses.

“Hey there,” a voice interrupted your thoughts.

You turned to find a man standing uncomfortably close, a cocky grin plastered across his face. His slightly slurred words and the beer in his hand told you he’d had more than a few drinks.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, smirking.

“Excuse me?” you replied, confused.

“When you fell from heaven.” He leaned in closer, his breath reeking of alcohol.

You forced an awkward smile, shifting away slightly. “Can you not please? I’m just waiting for my drink.”

The bartender was taking forever, and you felt your stomach twist uncomfortably as the guy continued to talk ignoring your comment.

“You here alone? Because a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be.”

Your gaze darted to your table, hoping someone would notice. As if on cue, you caught Tom’s sharp eyes locking onto yours. His playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of pure concern—and anger.

The guy reached out, brushing his fingers against your arm. “How about I keep you company?”

“Don’t touch me,” you said firmly, stepping back. But before you could say more, the man grabbed your wrist.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t be like that—”

“Let. Go. Of. Her.”

The voice was calm, low, and terrifyingly controlled. You turned your head to see Tom standing behind the man, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides.

“Who the hell are you?” The guy slurred, sizing Tom up.

“Her best friend,” Tom said evenly, his hand darting out to grab the guy by the collar. “And I swear to God, if you don’t back off, I’ll—”

“Tommy!” You grabbed his arm, your voice cutting through the tension. “Stop it. It’s not worth it.”

Tom hesitated, his chest heaving with barely restrained fury. Slowly, he released the guy, shoving him back a step. “If I see you near her again,” he growled, “you’ll regret it.”

The guy muttered something under his breath but quickly staggered off when Tom took a menacing step forward.

Tom turned to you, his expression softening immediately. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your hands were still shaking. “I’m fine. Thanks to you.”

“C’mere.” He placed a hand gently on your back, guiding you to a quieter corner of the pub. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “He just came out of nowhere and wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Tom’s hand dropped to yours, squeezing lightly. “I shouldn’t have let you go alone.”

“Tom, stop,” you said softly, meeting his worried gaze. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You came when I needed you.”

His thumb brushed over your knuckles, his eyes searching yours. “If anyone ever makes you uncomfortable like that again, you come to me immediately, okay? I don’t care where I am or what I’m doing. Just—just come to me.”

“I promise,” you said, offering a small smile.

“Good.” He sighed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “Now, let’s get back to the table before Haz tries to answer something ridiculous again.”

As you walked back, Tom kept his hand on your back, a protective presence you hadn’t realized how much you needed until now. When you sat down, the group immediately noticed the shift in his mood.

“Everything okay?” Harry asked, glancing between the two of you.

Tom nodded, his arm still resting on the back of your chair. “Yeah. Just dealt with a jerk. Nothing to worry about.”

You smiled at Tom, grateful beyond words. As the quiz continued, you felt his presence beside you, steady and reassuring.

And when he looked over at you, his eyes soft and filled with unspoken emotions, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was more to your friendship than either of you had dared to admit.

-----------------

The drive home was calm, the hum of the car engine the only consistent sound amid the occasional murmurs from the boys in the back seat. Tom’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he glanced at you, fast asleep in the passenger seat. The faint glow of streetlights danced across your peaceful face, and his heart squeezed.

“You’re so whipped, mate,” Harrison whispered, smirking as he leaned forward from the back seat.

“Shut up,” Tom muttered, his eyes fixed on the road, though the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.

“Come on, Tom,” Harry chimed in, his voice dripping with mischief. “You nearly decked a guy for her tonight. If that doesn’t scream I’m in love with my best friend, I don’t know what does.”

“I was protecting her,” Tom defended, his voice low but firm. “That guy was out of line.”

“Sure, that’s all it was,” Tuweine added, his tone teasing. “And the way you kept your arm around her all night? Completely platonic, right?”

Tom’s jaw tightened. He didn’t want to argue, especially not while you were sleeping just a few inches away. He risked another glance at you, his chest tightening again at how serene you looked.

“Tom,” Harrison pressed, leaning forward even more. “When are you going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” Tom replied, feigning ignorance.

“Don’t play dumb,” Harry said, grinning. “You’ve been in love with her for ages. Literally everyone knows. Even Sam’s girlfriend clocked it within five minutes of meeting you.”

Tom groaned, running a hand through his curls. “I can’t just… tell her, okay? What if it ruins everything? What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”

“Oh, she feels the same way,” Harrison said knowingly.

“Wait, how do you know that?” Tom asked, his voice a mix of hope and panic.

“Mate, she looks at you like you’re her favorite person in the world,” Tuweine said, sitting up straighter. “The way she lights up when you talk, how she always saves the seat next to her for you, she would punch us if we try to take it. It’s obvious.”

Tom hesitated, his fingers tightening around the steering wheel. “But what if you're wrong?” He murmured.

“Tom,” Harry said gently, leaning forward to rest a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “You’ll never know unless you take the risk. She deserves to know how you feel. And if anyone can make it work, it’s you two.”

Tom didn’t respond immediately, his mind racing. He glanced at you again, your head leaning slightly against the window. The thought of confessing his feelings filled him with equal parts excitement and terror.

“You’re overthinking it,” Harrison added, breaking the silence. “Just tell her. You’ll feel better once it’s out in the open.”

Tom sighed, shaking his head. “You lot are relentless, you know that?”

“Only because we care,” Harry said with a cheeky grin.

The boys chuckled, leaning back in their seats and giving Tom a moment of quiet. But their words lingered, echoing in his mind as he drove.

By the time they reached the house, Tom had made up his mind.

“Tom?” Harrison whispered as they all got out of the car, leaving you still asleep in the passenger seat.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t chicken out.”

Tom shot him a look but didn’t argue. He opened your door gently, crouching down to tap your shoulder softly.

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’re here.”

You stirred, blinking up at him sleepily. “Already?”

“Yeah.” He offered a soft smile, his heart flipping as you rubbed your eyes and yawned.

Tom helped you out of the car, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer than necessary. As the others walked ahead, giving you some space, Tom took a deep breath.

“Y/N, can I tell you something?” He asked, his voice hesitant.

You looked up at him, your eyes still slightly bleary but full of trust. “Of course. What’s up?”

Tom hesitated, his pulse pounding. But then he thought about everything the boys had said, about how much you meant to him, and how much he wanted you to know.

“I—” He stopped, running a hand through his curls. “I think… I think you’re amazing, I-I love you. And I need you to know that.”

You tilted your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Well, I love you too, Tom.”

“No, I mean…” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/N. Actually, I know I am.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Tom felt like the ground might swallow him whole. But then you smiled—a real, bright, heart-stopping smile—and his breath caught.

“It’s about time,” you said softly, stepping closer. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you too.”

Tom stared at you, his heart soaring. “Wait—really?”

“Really,” you confirmed, laughing at his stunned expression.

Tom didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

You laughed softly, your arms wrapping around his neck. “Well, you can do it as much as you want now.”

Tom chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I’m never letting you go, love.”

“Good,” you murmured, leaning into him.

Inside the house, the boys peeked through the curtains, grinning like idiots. Harrison turned to the others, smug. “Told you he’d do it tonight.”

“About time,” Harry muttered, shaking his head with a laugh.

Outside, Tom tightened his hold on you, completely unaware—and completely happy.

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years ago

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Thief - Harry Hook x reader - Oneshot

“where is it? I swear I hung it up right ‘ere?” Uma stepped down into Harry’s cabin, leaning against the doorway with her arms crossed as she watched her first mate run about his room, looking very confused and muttering about something.

“lookin’ for something?” Uma asked, tilting her head and smirking as Harry jumped at her sudden voice, his cheeks flushing as she chuckled at his cat-like tendencies. Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his head; messing up his already messy hair. “Aye, me jacket. It’s been missin’ fer like two days. I can’t find It anywhere!”

Uma snorted, and shook her head. “Harry,” he turned to her, raising his brow as he glanced about the room-wondering where the hell his jacket went. “if it ain't where you left it, and you can't find it anywhere?” Harry sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “someone took it.” He grumbled, now wondering who had his jacket. “And there's only two people stupid enough to do tha’.”

Uma smirked, raising her brows again. “Ooooh be careful what you say dude, or your girl ain’t gonna be happy being called stupid.” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “Aaand ye jus’ let me know who took it, though CJ couldn’t’ve taken it, she’s halfway ‘cross the world.” Harry mumbled, pushing past Uma and making his way off the ship, taking the short trip back to Auradon prep and speeding through the dorm building halls.

He smiled at the thought of you in his jacket, you loved the damn thing, you had told him if you could you would steal it and keep it forever. He just laughed, taking the red leather tailcoat off and draping it around your shoulders, smiling into his hand as you cuddled into the leather, messing about with the zipper on his sleeves.

Since then, whenever you could-you would just yoink his jacket. And he would find you just wandering about wearing his jacket, looking all too happy.

He hadn't told you he commissioned Evie to make a copy in your size(with some edits to the original design, such as a hood, and a detachable tail.) but it still filled him with all the warm feelings, knowing you loved something of his so much you would steal it.

He finally made it to your room, using the spare key you had given him to get inside, grinning as he spotted you on your bed-eyes locked onto your switch with his jacket on. It was fully zipped up, the tail flared out on the bed behind you as you curled into your lap, your tongue sticking out of your mouth as you focused on your game.

“Darlin’,” Harry cooed, chuckling as you jumped and nearly tossed your switch across the room, holding your hand to your chest as you whipped around to look at him. “Harry!” you breathed, closing your eyes and smiling at your boyfriend. “You scared the hell outta me!”

He just laughed, closing the door behind him and joining you on the bed, kissing your cheek and smiling against your skin as you giggled at the feeling. He leaned into your ear, whispering as you shivered at the feeling of him being so close. “ye hav’ somethin’ of mine, my love~”

You just gave a cheeky grin, and in a split second, you were off the bed and running out of the room, cackling as Harry gave chase. “it’s mine now!”

“Not fer long!”

-end-

I dunno, but DAMN do I want his D2 jacket soooo damn badly, so here have an x reader where (y/n) steals it :p

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#disney descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook descendants #mini fic #oneshot #I WANT THAT DAMN JACKET AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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musicforastylesrestaurant · 2 years ago

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Family Forever.

masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - this is a part two to this blurb, so feel free to read that before engaging in this one!!

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harryandynupdates, (Y/N) spotted in London yesterday with a baby bump!

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harrysfinsta, so am I 🥹

sarahsfinsta , you’ll be joining the crew so soon

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enews, Harry Styles seen carrying a baby carrier after exiting a hospital yesterday in London after reports his wife (Y/N) was expecting!

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harrystyles, Chester Robin-Harry Styles.

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username, the name..the name 🥹

annetwist, magical ❤️

harrystyles, it really was.

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yourinstagram, our little chester 💙

harrystyles, ours forever.

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louist91, enjoy lad!

username, chester like the cheese?

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dailymail, You know it’s not the same As It Was! Harry Styles (29) has become a father for the first time with long time partner (Y/N) after announcing the beautiful name of there newborn son.

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username, the fact that Chester has Harry in his name

username, ever the narcissist

username, and robin!

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harryandynupdates, Harry and (Y/N) spotted going on a walk with baby Chester today in London!

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username, the wave😭

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username, he looks like such a good dad already

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username, she looks so good even though she only just gave birth

username, the wedding ring on his hand 😭😭

username, her smile makes me smile

username, no cause same

username, she’s always got a smile on her face I’ve noticed!

username, can i join this family chat please and thanks 🙏

username, seeing him with the stroller is actually making me weak

username, my insides are melting 🥹

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annetwist, grandma duties have officially started.❤️🍼👶🏼

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username, they can do what they want 👍

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username, Chester’s a new born, let them live there lives!

username, your smile 🥹🥹

username, do you think he looks like H?

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username, the way your looking at him 🫶😭

yourinstagram, the best grandma there is. ❤️

annetwist, making me tear up over here!

Harry Styles sat comfortably in his London home, surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of his morning routine. Today, however, there was an added buzz in the air as he prepared to join a Zoom interview with two popular television personalities, Holly Willoughby and Alison Hammond.

As the virtual call connected, Harry found himself greeted by the beaming faces of Holly and Alison, who wasted no time in introducing him to their viewers.

"Good morning, everyone! We have a very special guest with us today. It's none other than the incredibly talented and stylish Harry Styles!" Holly exclaimed, her enthusiasm evident.

"Hello, Harry! How are you doing today?" Alison chimed in, her warm smile reaching through the screen.

Harry smiled back, feeling instantly at ease. "I'm doing great, thank you! It's lovely to be here with both of you."

The conversation flowed naturally as Holly and Alison delved into various topics, from Harry's music career to his personal life. Eventually, the subject of Harry's newborn baby came up, sparking the curiosity of both hosts.

"So, Harry," Holly began, leaning in with interest, "we've heard the wonderful news about your new addition to the family. How has it been adjusting to life with a newborn?"

Harry chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with joy. "Oh, it's been an absolute whirlwind, I must say. Sleepless nights and all, but it's also the most magical experience. I'm absolutely besotted."

Alison grinned, leaning closer to her screen. "And what about the name? We're dying to know! What did you and your wife decide to call your little one?"

Harry leaned back in his chair, adopting a playful expression. "Well, you see, my wife and I are both from Manchester. We wanted to pay homage to our roots, but we couldn't exactly name our son Manchester, now could we?"

Holly and Alison erupted into laughter, clearly enjoying Harry's wit.

"So," Harry continued, "we thought of shortening the name and getting rid of the man, hence the reason for Chester, it just felt right.”

Holly nodded, still smiling. "Absolutely! Chester Styles has a certain charm to it. Well, we wish you and your family all the love and happiness, Harry."

"Thank you so much," Harry replied warmly. "We're over the moon, and little Chester is already the light of our lives."

The virtual interview continued with Holly and Alison. They were eager to delve deeper into Harry Styles' life as a new father and couldn't resist asking about the speculation surrounding Chester's appearance.

"Harry, we must say, the world is abuzz with curiosity about your son Chester," Holly remarked, a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. "Fans are dying to know, does he resemble you or your wife?"

Harry grinned, appreciating their enthusiasm. "Ah, the great mystery of Chester's looks! I'll let you in on a secret – everyone says he looks like me."

Alison chuckled playfully. "Well, Harry, I guess we'll just have to take your word for it. I'm sure he's a little heartbreaker in the making!"

Harry chuckled in agreement. "Oh, he certainly has that effect on people already, even without showing his face. He's got the charm, I can tell you that."

The conversation continued, with Harry sharing endearing anecdotes about his experiences as a new parent, the sleepless nights, and the overwhelming love he felt for his son. He spoke passionately about creating a nurturing and inclusive environment for Chester, instilling values of kindness and acceptance from a young age.

"I want Chester to grow up in a world where he feels safe to be himself," Harry emphasized. "It's essential to me that he knows he is loved unconditionally and supported in whatever he chooses to pursue. He may be just a tiny baby now, but I can already see his spirit shining through."

Holly and Alison nodded, genuinely moved by Harry's heartfelt words. "That's truly beautiful, Harry," Holly said softly. "We can only imagine the wonderful bond you share as a family."

During the continuation of the virtual interview, Holly and Alison decided to inquire about the birth of Harry Styles' son, delving deeper into the experiences and challenges surrounding that significant moment in his life. As they ventured into the topic, a heaviness settled over Harry, and his smile gradually faded, replaced by a veil of apprehension.

"Harry, we would like to hear about your wife's birth experience," Holly gently probed, her tone laced with empathy. "Could you share with us the details of what transpired?"

Harry's eyes shifted, his voice trembling slightly as he began to recount the distressing memories. "It was an incredibly arduous journey, to say the least. The birth was a grueling battle filled with unforeseen obstacles."

Alison leaned in closer, her concern palpable. "Is everything alright, Harry? You seem burdened by the weight of it all."

A somber nod escaped Harry as he mustered the strength to reveal the truth. "Well, truth be told, everything didn't go as planned. It was an excruciating two-day labor, and in the end, my wife had to undergo an emergency C-section due to life-threatening complications."

Holly's brows furrowed, and her voice softened, almost a whisper. "Could you elaborate on the complications, Harry? We're here to listen."

Harry's breath caught, the anguish present in his voice. "The complications were tumultuous, to put it mildly. There was placental abruption, a harrowing occurrence where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall prematurely, leading to severe bleeding and endangering both my wife and our unborn child."

Alison gasped softly, her eyes brimming with empathy. "That sounds incredibly distressing, Harry. How did you manage to navigate such a traumatic experience?"

A quiver in his voice, Harry pressed on, his words thick with emotion. "We were thrust into a whirlwind of chaos. The medical team scrambled to stabilize my wife's condition, performing an emergency cesarean section to save both her life and that of our precious child."

A pause, heavy with anguish, hung in the air as Harry gathered himself to continue. "But even after Chester's arrival, the complications persisted. He was whisked away to the neonatal intensive care unit, or NICU, due to his premature birth and the trauma he endured during delivery."

Holly and Alison exchanged glances, their expressions etched with sympathy and concern. "Harry, it must have been an agonizing ordeal. How did you and your wife find the strength to endure?"

Harry's voice quivered as he delved deeper into the painful memories. "We clung to hope, even in the darkest moments. The NICU became our second home, where we witnessed our fragile child hooked up to monitors, enduring myriad treatments, battling complications such as respiratory distress syndrome and jaundice."

The weight of the medical terms hung heavy in the conversation, reflecting the gravity of the situation. Harry's voice cracked as he continued, "Days stretched into endless nights as we watched our little one fight for his life, clinging to the tender threads of fragile existence."

Holly and Alison's eyes welled with tears, their hearts heavy with the weight of Harry's anguished story. They expressed their deepest admiration for Harry's resilience and the unwavering love he and his wife exhibited during this harrowing journey.

"Harry, if it's not too difficult, could you share more about the complications your wife faced during the birth our viewers at home are interested in knowing that there’s a bright side during these difficult times.” Holly asked gently, her voice filled with empathy.

Harry took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the floor as he prepared to reveal the gravity of the situation. "It was a devastating cascade of events. Due to the placental abruption and the subsequent blood loss, my wife's condition deteriorated rapidly. The medical team made the difficult decision to place her in a medically induced coma for four days."

A collective gasp escaped both Holly and Alison, their eyes widening in shock. "Four days in a coma?" Alison whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Harry nodded, his voice trembling with the weight of the memories. "Yes, she fought for her life. The doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize her, administering blood transfusions and conducting multiple procedures to control the bleeding."

Silence hung in the air as the hosts absorbed the gravity of the situation, their hearts heavy with empathy for Harry and his wife. Finally, Holly spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you cope with such an overwhelming situation, Harry?"

A pained expression crossed Harry's face as he opened up about the darkest moments of his life. "It felt like an abyss of despair. I was torn between staying strong for my wife and grappling with my own fears. I leaned on our families and friends for support, seeking solace in their unwavering presence."

He continued, his voice filled with a mix of anguish and gratitude. "The medical team provided exceptional care, explaining each step of the process and guiding us through the darkest nights. They became our pillars of strength, assuring us that we were not alone."

Harry's voice wavered as he recounted the arduous journey. "When my wife finally emerged from the coma, she had to confront the physical and emotional toll it had taken. The road to recovery was long and challenging, but we held onto the glimmer of hope that Chester's arrival had brought us."

Holly and Alison listened intently, their hearts aching for the pain Harry and his wife endured. They commended Harry's resilience and the strength that emanated from their shared experience.

As the virtual interview continued, delving into the deeply personal experiences of Harry Styles and his family, a tender moment unfolded. Harry's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and adoration as he contemplated bringing his son, Chester, into the interview. He felt a warmth in his heart, a desire to share this precious part of his life, even while maintaining their privacy.

With a warm smile, Harry excused himself briefly, leaving the frame of the camera. Moments later, he reappeared, cradling Chester in his arms. The room seemed to light up with an invisible glow as he carefully held his son, ensuring his tiny face remained hidden from view.

Holly and Alison couldn't contain their delight as they caught a glimpse of the precious bundle in Harry's arms. "Oh, Harry, he's absolutely adorable!" Holly exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Alison nodded enthusiastically, her eyes brimming with warmth. "He's a true heart-stealer, isn't he? We can see the love radiating from you, Harry."

A soft chuckle escaped Harry as he gently rocked Chester, careful to shield his face. "He's my little ray of sunshine, that's for sure. Though we prefer to keep his privacy protected, I couldn't resist bringing him along to share in this special moment."

The hosts cooed and awwed, completely captivated by the enchanting scene before them. The interview took on a lighter, more whimsical tone as Harry continued to speak, his voice infused with tenderness.

"You know, Chester has brought so much joy into our lives," Harry shared, a touch of awe in his voice. "Every day, I'm amazed by his little quirks and the way he captures everyone's hearts without even showing his face. He has this incredible way of making me smile, even in the toughest moments."

Holly's eyes shimmered with emotion as she commented, "It's evident how deeply you cherish him, Harry. Your love for him is palpable, even without revealing his sweet face to the world."

With a soft laugh, Harry nodded. "Absolutely. We want to give him the freedom to grow up away from the spotlight, to carve out his own path. But I couldn't resist sharing this glimpse of him with you all. He's my biggest source of inspiration and happiness."

As the interview drew to a close, Harry's arms instinctively tightened around Chester, an unspoken bond between father and son. He thanked Holly and Alison for their understanding and support, grateful for the opportunity to share this special moment.

With a final wave and a tender smile, Harry bid farewell, taking Chester with him as they embarked on the next chapter of their day. The love and warmth they shared lingered in the air, leaving behind a lasting impression of pure joy and adoration.

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username, okay this was way sadder then I thought it would be

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username, on a positive note the reason they named Chester that was actually so cute

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username, im so glad that our (y/n) is alright

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username, he looked so emotional when he was speaking about the birth 🥹

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username, when he brought Chester into the interview my heart combusted!

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annetwist, my babies ❤️❤️

yourinstagram, they really are adorable!

taylorswift, his fathers twin literally

yourinstagram, you wouldn’t think I carried him for nine months 😭😭

louist91, woah my mans got a strong game

yourinstagram, he really has!

harrystyles, hey!

pillowpersonpp, chester is the cutest little bubba I’ve ever seen!!

mitchrowland, what about our son?

pillowpersonpp, with an exception of course 🫶

harrystyles, the styles genes are strong! 💪

yourinstagram, they really are. 🥹

niallhoran, I can’t believe I’ve not met him yet, I’m getting serious fomo over here guys!

yourinstagram, we’ll have to arrange something!!

harrystyles, don’t you dare corrupt my kid, Irish!

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harrystyles, Saccharine Lullabies. September 5th.

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username, it feels like only yesterday Harry’s House was released

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username, this album is going to be beautiful!

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username, YEAH BABY YEAH BABY YEAH BABY

username, lullabies?! omg an album dedicated to Chester!

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sillylittlegirlthoughts · 6 months ago

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rekindling | chrismd

Jersey had been your home for the past 28 years. Moving away was long overdue. London seemed like the place to go, the capital. So be it. Boxes were littered all over your flat. Your staring burning holes in the cardboard. Finally standing up and stretching tearing open the first box. You brought it to the kitchen and began to make the place yours. In your bedroom, six hours later the newly placed clock read 19:47. You decided to take it easy putting on mindless television and pouring a generous glass of wine.

A box solely dedicated to knick knacks, little trinkets and a few shoeboxes filled with memories. Placing some little plants around your room along with many a teddies who you refused to let go of. The shoeboxes were all getting pushed under the bed without a question when one flung open and the contents spilled out.

It was your earliest memory box.

You found yourself neglecting the remainders of your packing and your sole focus being on the spilled shoe box. A ticket to Harry Potter and the half-blood prince. A movie you went to see with your closest childhood friends. Friends you hadn’t heard from in a while. Some photos. You remember going to print yourself. You, Chris and Arthur all squished together. Faces bright red after spending all afternoon in a trampoline park. Another one, taken with your childhood dog. The last one was just you and Chris hugging eachother after you blew out your candles on your 13th birthday cake.

You missed them. You weren’t going to lie. Nothing you could do about it. Life happens. Although. You couldn’t take your mind off the two boys. The boys you loved so dearly. An Instagram search wouldn’t hurt, right?

You knew both of them pursued YouTube and yes in the early days you kept ho to date with them. However, it seemed they had gotten incredibly big. You smiled, you couldn’t not. You were so proud of them both. They looked well and seemed to be happy where they are. You thought about following them. You thought how crazy is that thought. Then you did it. Following them both. They had thousands of followers anyway, they wouldn’t realise.

chris & arthurs pov

You didn’t pick a great time to do that, considering they were sitting together, amongst two other friends— Arthur Hill and George Clarke. Chris jumped, seeing the notification. “Y/n y/l/n?” He spoke, ArthurTV’s eyes instantly widening. He wondering why Chris mentioned her so abruptly. “What?” His voice was slightly high pitched. The other two guys sort of just glanced at one another each feeling a Deja vu feeling to your name. They watched as they scrambled instantly looking at your account.

“It’s her, mate.”

Chris noticed the confused look on his friends faces. “Y/n— she was me and Arthur’s best friend. We haven’t heard from her in forever.” George nodded, “So, are you gonna contact her?”ArthurTV flinched, startled by the idea of rekindling. He didn’t know if childhood friends could become friends again considering so many aspects of their lives had changed since then.

“Uh, I don’t know if that’s the greatest idea.” Arthur (tv) mummered and Chris gave him a glare. Chris’ head was already thinking of how great this reconnection could be. How much their other friends would just adore her. “Why not? She followed us. We followed her. We can’t just do that and move on,” Chris sighed. “Right, look. Just say hello. If she doesn’t reply it’s not the end of the world.”

“You message her Chris, you always were closer to her.”

your pov

You had been staring at the chat between you and Chris thinking of anyway to start a conversation, until he sent you one first.

chris: hi y/n, how have you been?

y/n: hi chris, i’ve been good recently got my dream job so i suppose not to bad. how have you been?

chris: you’re a writer? that’s amazing. I’ve been good. YouTube still going strong.

She smiled at that message, after all fo these years he still remembered her passion for writing fantasy novels.

a few weeks later

Chris and Arthur had made plans with Y/n, to see her again and catch up on everything they had missed. Unfortunately, Arthur has been working like crazy at the moment and Chris can’t bare to know that Y/n is in London and he is not visiting her. Therefore, it was just Chris and Y/n.

Chris embraced her in a tight hug, his arms going around her waist holding her as tight as ever. Her arms went around his neck smiling into his hoodie. They sat down at their seats at the café. “I couldn’t believe it when you followed me. I must’ve checked ten times to make sure it was definitely you.” Chris chuckled turning towards the girl who had grown to be even more beautiful than he remembered. “Yeah well, when I was moving I was putting my memory boxes away,” Chris hummed remembering how you’d gather any physical memory of occasions. “One spilled open and it was just filled with memories of the three of us. I couldn’t help but try and find you guys. Which wasn’t too hard.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. We were both extremely happy. Quite ironic actually, we were just talking about you the other day.” He spoke softly, Y/n humming along as she admired him. He had let his hair form naturally his curls forming. He had grown a beard. The first time he ever had facial hair. It was long but it suited him.

Chris later got home, the smile never fading from his lips. Once he arrived through the door he found everyone sitting on the sofa. “You’re home earlier than expected.” ArthurTV mummered. “As are you. Are you not meant to be shooting?” Chris questioned his friend who sighed and explained how the video ended up being significantly shorter than anticipated. “Someone looks giddy,” George Clarke teased, laughing as he saw his friends face. Completely lost in his thoughts about Y/n. “He’s fancied her since they were 12. Im not suprised it’s rekindled.”

Chris retorted some rude joke towards his three mates who continued teasing him profusely.

He may have left out the part when they kissed.

authors note!

hey sorry for the delay on this one and it is much shorter than i would’ve like but i didn’t want to delay putting it out any longer than i already have. i love the idea of two people rekindling so here you go.

#chrismd #sidemen #willne #calfreezy #callux #chris dixon #ethan payne #george clarkey #harry w2s #james marriott #youtube #arthur hill #arthurtv #italian

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mirrorball-leclerc · 1 year ago

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the blue - part two

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ameliaholland eras tour you’ve been absolutely wonderful! kansas city, you’re up next!

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tomholland2013 WOO! THAT’S MY FAVORITE SISTER!!

↳ ameliaholland i'm your only sister dumbass

↳ tomholland2013 well that's not true, harry and sam exist you know

↳ samholland1999 i'm telling mum.

↳ tomholland2013 that doesn't work anymore, she can't ground me

↳ username forget keeping up with kardashians i want keeping up with the hollands

landonorris THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!

↳ ameliaholland GOOD LUCK AT SILVERSTONE BESTIE!!

↳ username a pair of best friends that we never saw coming

↳ username i love their friendship.

oscarpiastri ‘you’re doing amazing sweetie!’

↳ ameliaholland aw shucks, you're making me blush pastry boy.

↳ oscarpiastri 🙄 i won't even bother to correct you because i know you'll just keep doing it.

↳ username icons supporting icons. we love to see it.

hazosterfield you're killing it! so proud of you!

tuwaine yeah! you go baby holland!

↳ ameliaholland do i look like paddy?

↳ tuwaine a little bit, you are siblings.

↳ ameliaholland he's adopted.

↳ paddyholland2004 we look alike, if i'm adopted, so are you. HA!

↳ username peak sibling behavior right here

zendaya little rockstar 🩷

↳ ameliaholland dump my brother. date me.

↳ username she's so real for that. i too would ask zendaya to dump my brother and date me instead.

alex_albon i see we’ve been replaced by a pop star.

↳ georgerussell63 i agree alex. charles_leclerc thoughts on being replaced?

↳ charles_leclerc the twitch quartet was supposed to be forever lando! (i love your music)

↳ ameliaholland thank you! lando talks about you guys and both maxs all the time!

↳ landonorris i do not!

↳ oscarpiastri you do

maybe amelia hadn’t been too on the nose with her last song. she needed him to understand that she was done with him, for good. she wasn’t going to go back to him, not that they had ever been anything for her to go back too. amelia’s schoolgirl crush had been crushed when had drunkenly exclaimed ‘you’re an idiot if you ever think i’m going to love you back. you’re my best mate’s sister, that’s all you’ll ever be to me.’ what was it that they said of drunken words? they were sober thoughts, and as much as it hurt to admit it, she was an idiot for falling for him. but there was no reason for him to be so cruel.

perhaps the part that hurt the most was that he remembered none of his cruel words. to him everything between them was fine, and it pained her that he couldn’t take a hint, he just couldn’t take a hint that she wanted nothing to with him. it also didn’t help that right after that day he announced he had a girlfriend he had been seeing for over 6 months. she had been the other woman, not physically but emotionally, and that was just as bad.

she jumped as her phone rang, the familiar facetime tune breaking her out of her trance. lando’s joyful face stared back at her and she felt horrible for having missed the race. but in her defense she had been too tired to wake up early enough to watch it. she felt horrible but she hoped lando would understand, it’s not like she was breaking a promise.

slowly she reached for her phone to answer, and lando began screaming in joy. amelia flinched at his volume and noticed he was surrounded by other people, oscar being one of them, she could’ve sworn she saw lewis hamilton there too.

“p2!” lando shouted, “i got p2!”

amelia squealed, “congrats! that’s amazing!”

“oscar got p4! we’re literally on top of the world right now!”

“and congrats to koala too,” she smiled. oscar waved at her before someone snatched the phone from lando’s grip. amelia stopped herself from gasping at the sight of daniel ricciardo.

daniel smiled brightly at her, “you must be amelia, i’m daniel. anyways, we’re all dying to know is taylor dating fernando? have you heard anything?”

amelia laughed, “no, i haven’t heard anything. you'll be the first to know if i learn anything."

"sick," daniel claimed, "i like you baby holland."

daniel flipped the camera around to lando, the boy was laid on the floor, being crushed by alex albon and george russell who were cheering him on loudly. daniel turned the camera back around to him, "is that you're new best friend?"

"sadly, he is," amelia said.

"well baby holland, i'll let you go. i'm sure you're a very busy woman."

"i am," amelia agreed, "i'm currently in the studio."

"STUDIO?!" lando exclaimed, "new music? when? get off alex!" lando pushed alex off him as the brunette laughed loudly. lando took his phone from daniel, "when? tell me amelia!"

amelia simply smiled mischievously at him, "oh look, i have to go walk my fish!"

"amelia!" lando shouted as daniel's laughter could be heard as she hung up. her heart warmed knowing lando supported whole-heartedly. his friendship meant so much to her, and she was glad she had dragged herself out of bed the day before

lando norris amelia holland! how dare you do this to me.

oscar piastri who broke your heart? seriously.

lando norris AMELIA! ANSWER THE TEXTS!

oscar piastri please answer, he's been screaming the grudge. i have no clue how he even memorized the lyrics already.

lando norris added one person

lando norris DANIEL! GET HER TO ANSWER THE PHONE! SHE LIKES YOU!

daniel ricciardo baby holland! c'mon! he's getting impatient.

amelia holland sorry, tom and his friend were being annoying.

lando norris what friend?

amelia holland harrison.

oscar piastri i'm sensing some tension with harrison.

lando norris OH MY GOD! HE'S THE INSPIRATION!

oscar piastri oh.

oscar piastri you fell in love with your brother's best friend.

amelia holland i had a crush on him.

daniel ricciardo well fuck harrison.

daniel ricciardo actually don't fuck harrison. but you know what i mean

lando norris TELL ME YOUR LOVE SONGS WEREN'T ABOUT HIM. AMELIA I'M BEGGING!

amelia holland they weren't about him?

daniel ricciardo we're finding you a new muse. i'm making it my mission.

you good?

peachy.

bullshit but okay.

i'm fine oscar. i swear.

you called me oscar, that's never happened. what happened to kangaroo? koala? pastry boy?

maybe i'm not fine. how am i supposed to be fine when the dickhead won't understand that i want nothing to do with him? he strung me along for months making me think that one day we could be something more. so i start releasing songs and he still won't get it.

have you i don't know, tried talking to him?

jeez oscar why didn't i think of that? the only time he ever seems to speak to me is when we're in a group setting. he has a girlfriend.

amelia please tell me he didn't.

cheat on his girlfriend with me? not physically. but emotionally yes.

that guy is a piece of work.

he wasn't always like this.

you’re not seriously defending the guy who cheated on his girlfriend?

i’m defending the guy i used to know. the harrison who was sweet and kind to me. he snuck me candy when my mum didn't allow me to have any. he took me to the movies when my brothers didn't want to hang out with me.

okay. whatever.

why are you getting mad at me?

i’m not mad. i just-

forget it. i have to go.

lando’s insisting i follow him to the club to celebrate

have fun.

i'm sorry

i think i like her...

¡leclerc-s speaks! this series was always meant to be a short series so if it seems like it's a little fast paced, i'm sorry. but i am also doing a lot of time jumps, so realistically it's not moving that fast.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the blue series #formula 1 #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x female oc #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 fic #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au

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hlficlibrary · 1 year ago

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HL Fic Library 🧡 Kid Fics

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

🧡 the wonderlands by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci {M, 150k}

"Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands."

Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

🧡 Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr {M, 145k}

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

🧡 Face Your Fears by @sadaveniren {E, 92k}

Harry is a single father, pretending to be a beta after his alpha mated him and left him. He’s getting by just fine raising the twins when Louis walks into his bakery. Too bad him and Louis will never be a thing.

🧡 Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything {E, 90k}

Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

Then he meets Harry Styles, another divorced dad with a teenage daughter, who convinces him it’s a good idea to pretend they're dating to keep their kids happy.

🧡 Standing on the Edge of Forever by EllaO {M, 55k}

“So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?”

Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam's hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.

🧡 A Life That We Share (I Owe It All to You) by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings {M, 50k}

When Harry's son came home from school crying he didn't think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best.

or Harry's son get bullied until Louis' son shows up :)

🧡 Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie {E, 46k}

Everyone is chasing, searching, dreaming of their soulmate.

Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. The unexpected passing of Louis' mum, and the fact that now he is the guardian of his twin two-year-old little siblings, just means that Harry is going to have to wait a bit longer.

A soulmate AU full of cute kids, house building, therapy, and a lot of dreaming.

🧡 hymns for restless stars by @turnyourankle {E, 37k}

Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

🧡 Bitter Ends Turn Sweet by @allwaswell16 {E, 30k}

It had been four years since Harry first heard the song his ex wrote about him and far longer since they broke up. He forgave Louis long ago, and now his life was focused on his career, his family, and especially his son, Max. But Louis was back in Chicago, after all this time, and he’s not an easy man to ignore.

Or a songfic inspired by the song Chicago

🧡 Love is a Compass by lovelarry10 / @chloehl10 {M, 27k}

Louis smiled to himself, knowing what Cameron was hinting at. “Did you want to stay with me in my warm bed?”

Cameron nodded as he slipped his thumb back into mouth, fighting to keep his eyes open now. “Please, Lou.”

“Sure. get some sleep, okay?” Louis hugged him tighter and closed his own eyes, his arms heavy with the weight of the little boy they were wrapped around. Just as Louis was dozing off, his eyes too heavy to keep open anymore, he heard whispered words that shattered his heart into a million more pieces.

“Please don’t go to heaven too, Lou.”

Harry waltzes into Louis’ life when everything seems to be crumbling around him. A dad overnight, grief stricken and learning to be a parent as he goes, Harry helps to bring light, laughter and, of course, baked goods back into their lives.

🧡 Enchanted by @brightgolden {E, 25k}

“My close friends usually call me H,” Harry mumbles suddenly after Louis wraps up his story.

That’s unexpected. “Are you telling me I’m your close friend now?” Louis quips, squinting his eyes at Harry.

OR Where Louis finally meets his neighbour. After a few conversations, he begins to realise he is too weak to resist the charms of the new mother and his six month old daughter.

🧡 Barefoot in Blue Jeans by @indiaalphawhiskey {E, 24k}

AU. Louis Tomlinson is trying desperately hard not to fall for his son’s au pair, but he can’t, for the life of him, remember why.

475. The hope that this fear is unfounded.

🧡 Home for Christmas by @haloeverlasting {G, 22k}

The Shameless Hallmark Movie AU you probably didn't ask for.

Or, the one where Harry didn't think he wanted a family, but with a little Christmas magic (and maybe one Louis Tomlinson) he realizes that he is very, very wrong.

🧡 Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird {M, 20k}

Louis Tomlinson and his best friend Bridget had a daughter when they were very young and he was on the brink of becoming the next MLS star. Until he blew out his knee.

A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

🧡 The Baby Whisperer by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 18k}

Harry’s newborn baby is having trouble sleeping and nothing he does seems to work. Tired and alone and at his wits end, Harry is at a loss until a new neighbour arrives to turn his world upside down.

OR the one where being neighbourly takes on a whole new meaning.

🧡 Fugue by iwillpaintasongforlou / @canonlarry {E, 16k}

Harry falls asleep a 17 year-old who lives in Cheshire and is probably rockstar Louis Tomlinson's biggest fan. He wakes up 24 with a wedding ring on his finger, two kids, and Louis Tomlinson attempting to wake him up with a blow job. The doctor calls it organic retrograde amnesia, says he might never get back the last seven years of his life. The only thing that feels the same is how he feels when Louis touches him, and maybe that's enough to make him fall in love all over again.

🧡 You're A Universe by Jiksa / @jiksax {E, 15k}

Harry doesn’t ever mean to hurt him; Louis doesn’t know how to tell him that it’s the only thing he ever does anymore.

Or, Louis’s a stay-at-home dad in London and Harry’s a business expat in Qatar. Louis doesn’t know how much longer their marriage can survive the distance.

🧡 reckless behaviour by @nouies {E, 13k}

Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

🧡 It'll Be by @styleandsin {E, 13k}

Louis has always wanted children and he decides he's done waiting for love to come first. However, after adopting a baby girl just days after she's born, he quickly realizes how hard parenting is. Louis hires Harry to be his Nanny, and it all works out great. Until Louis falls in love with him.

🧡 How It Begins (series) by @phdmama {E, 8k}

New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate.

Or is it?

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 2 months ago

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Happy 28th! Here is my November 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Next to your Heartbeat (where I should be) by jaded25 (130k)

"We were meant to be but a twist of fate made it so we had to walk away"

All it takes for them to fall in love is one night. All they have to do is wait one year to see each other again.

Yet, when Louis returns after his year abroad, the boy who's got his arms wrapped around Harry isn't him. It isn't a stranger either, which should make walking away all that easier. After all, friend's don't lust after their mate's boyfriends.

Technically, doing the right thing should be easy - but when has Louis ever been known to taking the easy way out?

To Haunt a Heart by etherealbliss / @givesuethemoon (110k)

A high-profile double homicide in the quiet, small town of Ashford, WA sends shockwaves through the public. Louis, the lead detective assigned to the case, is headstrong, earnest, and desperate to prove himself. Harry, the widow of one of the victims, is insufferably rich, wears far too many vintage dressing gowns, and is desperate to prove he’s not guilty.

Their desperation unexpectedly blossoms into something beautiful behind closed doors, amidst the ticking time bomb of a slowly unravelling mystery that the two soon find themselves deeply entwined in.

Where Words Fail, Music Speaks by Larry_you_know / @larryyouknow (45k)

Louis is a world class violinist. He’s one year over forty, living his best life in New York. One day, he comes to a small town in Connecticut where he inherited a house from his late father. The town looks nice and its people welcome him warmly. The problem is that Louis never knew his father and he doesn’t intend to change anything about it - his father can stuff his last will up his treacherous ass. In a strange coincidence, Louis meets town troubadour Harry, who seems wonderful to him just right until he reveals that Louis’ father was like a dad to him.

Even though Louis tries to convince himself that it shouldn’t - it hurts.

written for 1D Silver Fox Fest

Too Much, but It’s Enough by ohpleaselarry / @ohpleaselarry (40k)

There are about a thousand things Louis wishes he could go back in time and fix. A thousand things, and nearly all of them include Harry.

There are the more simple things, like showing him more support, telling him it’s okay to be himself, gently reminding him that a condom in his pocket is rather obvious in skinny jeans, but if he could just choose one thing, just one to change, he’d probably just have told the lad he loves him.

Always has. And always will.

Baby, What a Big Surprise by kiwikero / @icanhazzalou (33k)

As Harry settles into his seat, self-consciously adjusting his shirt over his slightly distended stomach, he can’t help but wonder how he got himself into all this. But he knows, of course he knows. It isn’t exactly easy to forget the moment that changed his entire life forever.

It all started with a party.

Or, the one where shy, quiet Harry has no idea he's a carrier, and a one night stand with the most popular boy in school shows him just how wrong he was.

Featuring Lottie as Harry's best friend, Niall as her boyfriend, and, of course, Louis as the popular boy with a soft spot for his little sister's quirky friend.

Into This Mess by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel (20k)

The first day of Louis’ promotion is going well, far better than he expected. That is until his new partner shows up, who just so happens to be the guy who stumbled half-dressed out of his flat that same morning.

Or the enemies to lovers detective AU.

Have Me And Hold Me by letsjustsee (8k)

His clumsy trips were now even more burdened by the sudden downpour. Twice he almost fell making his way back to the ceremony area, mostly due to his insistence on running across the lawn in between trips. The rain was relentless, coming at him from all angles with a deafening wind that muted everything outside of his own heavy breathing. He felt like he was making pretty good headway, all things considered. His pace was stalled only momentarily when, on his tenth or so trip, he thought about what someone looking out the window at that moment would see. Louis in his formal shirt and trousers, barefoot, stomping through the muddy lawn to gracelessly lug two chairs at a time towards the building.

Or, a wedding day AU in which Louis will let nothing stand in the way of a perfect day - especially a little rain.

If We Make It Through December, We'll Be Fine by penceypansy / @penceypansy (8k)

A job promotion of his dreams, an eight month long distance relationship, a cancelled train, and an emotional misunderstanding - Louis is just trying to make it home for the holidays.

No Faith Left to Lose by louieshalo / @louieshalo (7k)

Louis shoves an album booklet — Harry’s album booklet — into Harry’s hands, folded open to a familiar page. “I need you to tell me that that goddamn song is not about me.” His voice cracks a little in his vehemence, and ice fills Harry’s veins as he glances down at the creased page.

He doesn’t need to look closely to know what it is Louis is talking about — the title is printed plainly on the page, Second Chances, along with every incriminating lyric, line by line. It’s his most blatant offense off the entire album, probably; sickeningly indulgent and too obviously vulnerable to even defend himself against. The song is a surface-level dip into the fantasy world Harry toys with when the ache of loneliness gets to be too much in the middle of the night, the brief glimpse already toeing over the boundary he’d promised himself he’d set for his career.

Most damning, though, is the tiny embossed dedication at the bottom of the page;

“For who I’d be if I wasn’t afraid,” Louis recites, looking expectantly at Harry. “What the fuck does that mean?

or, the one where they miss each other more than anything.

With You I Am Never Alone by LiveLaughLoveLarry (SoLongAndThanksForAllTheFic) (6k)

Louis comes up with the idea of holding a Thanksgiving dinner for their families. Harry loves it. And him.

#28th appreciation #november fic rec #monthly fic rec #larry fic rec #fic rec #hlcreators #read

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romione-trope-fest · 11 months ago

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Sneaky

Title: Sneaky

Author: redandbrown

Trope: Fake NOT dating

Summary: Ron and Hermione start dating right before the horcrux hunt, but keep it secret because Harry needs them to be focused right now. The problem is staying away from each other is so much easier in theory.

Rating: M

His cheeks felt scratchy against her hands. He needed a shave, but she didn’t care. The cold damp air outside had permeated the tent despite her best charms to warm it. Ron’s large hands were digging into her thighs as he kept them wrapped around him, kissing her roughly and driving out the chill in her chest with his own body heat.

As he moved his lips to her neck, she felt his stubble scratching against her skin making her shudder with pleasure.

“Oi! Ron!” Harry called from outside the tent.

Ron let out a frustrated huff, his head turning toward the sound. “Yeah mate?!” He yelled back. She could hear the irritation in his voice.

Hermione slid a hand under his shirt, feeling his warm, hard stomach, and making him inhale sharply. She bit back a grin.

“Chudley Cannons game on tonight. You know what time?” The static from the radio filtered in through the tent as Harry tuned it to the right station.

“Half seven,” Ron called, sliding his hands up her thighs and grabbing her bottom, squeezing tightly. He went back to kissing her neck as soon as the words left his mouth, letting his weight fall back on top of her.

“You reckon Barnaby will play this match? That bludger knocked him out cold last game.”

Ron’s lips left her neck. “Yeah Barnaby’ll be there. Just a small head wound,” he said dismissively.

Hermione gasped when he started nibbling on her ear. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer, making Ron let out a gasp of his own.

“You’ll pay for that,” he growled in her ear, and she felt goosebumps slide down her spine.

This was the first time in ages they had been alone together. Well… semi-alone.

Harry was outside the tent on guard duty, and he had no idea what they were up to inside.

They didn’t mean for it to happen, but it did all the same. If she had to pinpoint the moment things had changed between them, it would have been Dumbledore’s funeral.

Something had shifted between them that day, something profound, and she realized she needed him. He was the one she sought for comfort when the world seemed scary. And she was the one he sought out when he needed to feel at home.

Nothing happened between them though until she came to the Burrow that summer. When she had confessed to him what she had done to her parents, she started sobbing uncontrollably, and he had pulled her into a tight hug rubbing her back in silent support.

In a moment of weakness she had told him her deepest fear: that she would die in this war, and she would be forgotten by her parents forever. That had seemed to be a breaking point for Ron.

He had grabbed her roughly and pulled her into his lap, telling her she had no right to think such awful things as he started kissing her face everywhere.

No, she wasn’t going to die, he had insisted, and nobody could ever completely forget her, no matter how strong the charm was. And to prove his point, he had grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips. Their first kiss.

He laid her down on his bed kissing her fiercely. It was harder for her to argue with him when he had his lips on hers.

And from that moment on they had been together, though they talked very little, if at all, about their relationship. They didn’t need to. It was just understood.

However, the one thing they did talk about was that this needed to be a secret, especially from Harry. Now was not the time to make it public. Harry needed them, and they all had to focus on this mission.

But since they had started camping in this musty, old tent, they couldn’t stop stealing glances at each other, or finding any excuse to touch: Hermione’s hand on Ron’s shoulder as she reached behind him, Ron’s knee touching hers as he sat next to her on the couch.

The tension came to a boiling point when Ron had accidentally dropped Hermione’s favorite tea cup, shattering it to pieces.

“Maybe don’t handle my things with your big sausage fingers!” She had snapped at him. She knew it was an accident, but it was the final straw of a very long, frustrating day.

Ron had glared at her. “Maybe don’t get your knickers in a twist over a damn teacup. I am wizard, remember?” He said scathingly as he repaired the cup with his wand.

He handed it to her as she gave him a withering look. Harry had cleared his throat nervously and made a valiant attempt at changing the subject.

“Are there any more wizarding fairy tale books out there? This “Tales of Beedle the Bard” is fascinating ,” he pondered out loud as he started digging through the various open books on the table.

“No, not that I know of,” Hermione replied.

“Yes there is,” Ron argued. He picked up a reference book laying on the couch and carried it toward Harry to show him a list of fairy tale books.

As Ron passed Hermione, he slapped her on the ass, making sure it was out of Harry’s sight. In fact Harry only heard her surprised squeak as she glared at Ron.

Harry looked up.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just another insect in the tent. He flew off though.”

Harry, not being able to take the tension and fearing the inevitable fight, decided to take next watch and headed out the tent flaps.

As soon as he was gone, Hermione put a silencing charm up and pushed Ron hard in the chest.

“You do that again, and I’ll hex your nose off! You have something you want to say to me?!” She practically spat out.

“Yeah, I do! You’re fuckin’ barmy, you know that?” He said angrily rubbing his chest where she had pushed him.

“At least I’m not an irritating, clumsy prick!”

Hermione saw the anger flash through his eyes as he advanced on her.

“A prick, am I?” He demanded as he bent low and scooped her off the ground.

“Ron!” She said angrily.

“Better than an uptight, swotty bird who needs an attitude adjustment,” he said before spanking her on the ass again just to piss her off.

He dumped her roughly on his bed before crawling on top of her. She looked ready to spit fire.

“Damn it, Ron!! I’ll-

“You’ll what?” He challenged, grabbing her hands and pinning them above her head as he glared at her. “Hex my nose off? Do it,” he dared her.

She watched his eyes travel down to her chest.

"Shut up and kiss me already, you prat!“

“Fuck you are so beautiful,” he said as his lips came down on hers.

She started to melt into his bed enjoying the feeling of his weight on top of her and his lips tickling her skin.

“You make me so angry, Ronald Weasley,” she said, not sounding in the least bit so.

“I’m the one that’s angry,” he told her releasing her hands to push her hair out of her face. “How dare you wear those jeans around me? You know how much I like your arse. And I couldn’t even touch you.”

She giggled at his words and pulled him down for another kiss before pulling back.

“We have to remove the silencing charm or Harry will suspect something,” she said brandishing her wand.

“The only thing he’ll suspect is that we’re rowing and don’t want to bother him,” he countered.

She pondered his words as she rubbed the stubble on his jaw line.

“Maybe, but I don’t want to risk it,” she finally said.

Ron shrugged. “Have it your way, but I just got you alone, and I’m not ready to let you go.”

“Then you better keep your voice down. We both know you’re a screamer,” she quipped before removing the silencing charm.

Ron snorted, “You cheeky witch. I’ll show you who’s a screamer,” he whispered in her ear before kissing her soundly.

But Harry would not let them have a minute of peace. Once the match had started on the radio, he had kept up a steady dialogue with Ron.

“Ooh! McCann has the quaffle!” Harry yelled excitedly from outside.

Ron stopped kissing Hermione and pulled back to look at her. “Yeah but he won’t keep it if Chauncey gets close to him,” Ron supplied as his hand unbuttoned Hermione’s jeans.

“What are you doing?!” She whispered in a panic.

His hand froze. “You want me to stop?” He mouthed to her.

She huffed and pulled him to her “No, don’t be silly! And don’t get caught.”

Ron gave her a wickedly sexy grin as he unzipped her pants and slid his hand in.

Hermione had to fight hard the groan that threatened to escape her throat as his hands started to work his magic on her.

“Hey five galleons Johnson makes this next goal,” Harry told Ron

Ron never took his eyes off Hermione’s face and refused to slow his movements down.

“You’re dreaming, Harry, there’s no way,” he called, biting back his desire as he watched her squirm under his hands.

Hermione’s eyes got wide as Ron continued at a furious pace. He clamped his other hand over her mouth to stifle the inevitable noises.

“You come for me,” he demanded, whispering it in her ear. Hermione clung to him as her whole body started shaking hard and she whimpered into the palm of his hand.

He gave her another sexy lopsided grin as her breathing came back to normal. He looked quite pleased with himself.

“Score!! You owe me five galleons Weasley!”

Ron rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah put it on my tab Potter.”

Hermione pushed Ron over and straddled him giving him a wicked grin of her own.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, sounding a little panicked himself now.“There’s no time!”

She unzipped his pants and freed his erection. She studied it a moment before giving him a mischievous smirk and started stroking it.

“You want me to stop?” She whispered his words back to him, sounding way more innocent than she really was.

He emphatically shook his head “no” and she grinned at him.

“It’s freezing out here. I think I’ll make some tea,” Harry called.

“NO! I mean I’ll make you some, Harry! Listen to your match!” Hermione said as she quickly scrambled out of Ron’s bed, getting tangled in his sheets and nearly falling on her face.

As she ran past the couch, she threw a book at Ron, who caught it, opened it and covered his lap with it to hide his erection that was still visible under the covers he had quickly pulled up to his chest.

She scooted to a stop in the kitchen and started boiling water with her wand as she pulled out a cup.

Harry came in with his hands tucked under his arms looking red faced from the cold.

“It’s almost done,” she told him over her shoulder.

Ron was trying his best to look relaxed and unbothered in his bed, like he had just been listening to the match and reading a book.

“Cheers. Be right back,” he said to her as he headed to the loo. She took the opportunity to zip her pants back up. She had forgotten all about it.

As she washed her hands, she chanced a glance at Ron who had that annoyingly sexy smirk back on his face. He waggled his eyebrows at her and she bit back a giggle.

Harry returned and took the cup of tea as well as a sandwich she had made him.

“Oh thanks, Hermione! I’m gonna bring this too,” he said grabbing a reference book off the table.

He exited the tent flap, and Hermione bolted back into the bunk with Ron.

“You made him a sandwich too?” He teased quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Shut up. Yes, I made him a sandwich. Don’t want him coming back in here any time soon, do I?”

Ron pulled the covers up to his chin looking scandalized. “Why, Ms. Granger? What are you planning to do to me? I’m just an innocent seventeen year old wizard, you know.”

Hermione snorted as she climbed back on top of him. “Yes, you have lived such a sheltered life, what with five older brothers and Harry Potter as your best mate.”

Ron flipped her suddenly, so that he was back on top. “That git? I just hang out with him for the girls,” he said giving her a deep a kiss.

Hermione felt the butterflies in her stomach. “Oh yeah? What girls?”

“Just this one bushy-haired bird. Fought a troll for her. Now she’s obsessed with me,” Ron slid down and lifted her shirt up to kiss her stomach.

Hermione gasped at the feeling. “Is that what happened?” She said losing her focus. “I remember it differently.”

Ron slid back up her body and grabbed her wand from under his pillow, casting another silencing charm.

He smirked at her. “When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your name.”

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Inked Souls - Part 1

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Joey is setting up her new room in the tattoo shop when she gets injured. Fate had placed her soulmate there when it happened and they exchange their first words, which have been marked on their wrists since they were teenagers.

Notice: I don’t fully know how tattoo shops work so I’m just guessing so please forgive me if I get something wrong. I’ve only been in a tattoo shop twice! This is also a short little introduction chapter.

I wake up to my alarm tone. I am very excited to get started. Today is the first day being an artist at the local tattoo shop called Mack’s. I’ve been an apprentice there for a while but I finally got my own room to fill with my designs and artwork. My own room to book appointments and have my own clients. I am thrilled!

I brush out and braid my red hair. The braid runs down my back. I apply some makeup to my freckled face to hide them. I’ve never been a fan of my freckles. I slip on a plain black t shirt and some ripped blue jeans. I put on a light jacket over my shirt.

I pack my bags full of the stuff I want to hang on the wall. Framed designs, binders full of more stuff to tape to the wall, and my tattooing supplies.

As I pack the bags, I glance at the soul mark on my wrist. It reads “Are you okay, love?” I’ve always wondered what’s going to happen for someone to ask me this. Do I get hurt? Do they catch me crying? What is going to happen? I’m 24 years old and I’ve had my soul mark since I was 14. It’s been a long time waiting and wondering. Of course people have asked me if I was okay before, but I’ve never been called love. I’ve also know from friends that when your soulmate says those words, your soul mark changed colors. They say that tingles but I wouldn’t know. Not yet.

I get anxious at the thought of meeting my soul mate. Most people’s first meeting goes really well and they kick it off quickly. They begin to date and start their lives together right away. There are some cases where people don’t click as quickly. They don’t fully understand why, but they don’t immediately get together. It depends from case to case on what that reasoning is, but it’s not very often. It depends on how you meet someone I guess. I hope mine goes quickly. I’ve waited for what feels like forever.

The drive to work takes forever with this traffic, but I eventually make it after 5 chapters of my audiobook.

I get to work and Mack is already there, looking at his appointment book. I place mine beside of his. His is black and mine is a dark purple. His is full and mine is empty.

“Ready for the big day?” He asks.

“You have no idea.” I tell him with a smile. “I’ve got everything I need to put up. I might need some help hanging up some of the frames since you’re taller.”

“No problem. I’ve got some time before my first appointment.” He says and we head into my room. A tattoo chair is sitting in the center. A small desk with a rolling stool underneath of it sits in the corner. A cabinet of basic supplies is beside of the desk. I set my bags down on the floor and take out my bluetooth speaker.

“Do you mind?” I ask, pointing to the speaker.

“Not at all.” He says. I turn on some music and get to decorating. We begin to jam out as I begin to unpack the binder as Mack hangs up some of the frames. Mack picks up my large mermaid arm sleeve piece.

“How long did it take you to draw this one?” Mack asks.

“It took hours!” I tell him. “I drew it and erased it just to do it again and again. It took forever to get it the way I wanted it to look. Some of these pieces didn’t take me long at all to do because i knew exactly what I wanted, but the mermaid idea was very vague.”

“It looks amazing though. You should be really proud. Know anyone who wants to get it yet?"

"No, but hopefully I can get some clients to come in and view my work." I say to him. He gives me some tips on what to do to get more clients. We have a Facebook page I can start uploading to put my designs out for people to see. I can post status updates to let people know when I have walk in time. I can make my own page if I’d like but for now I won’t.

I am nowhere near done when the bell rings on the door to let us know someone has walked in. Mack finishes hanging up a frame and goes out to meet them. I pick up a frame that I know will be low enough for me to hang up. I grab a nail and hammer.

“I thought you were my appointment. It’s good to see you Harry.” I hear Mack say. Why don’t you come on back? I’m helping hang stuff up.” I hear him say. I am putting the frame up when it slips from my hand and shatters on the floor. Mack and his friend Harry appear in the door way talking about making an appointment.

“I wanted to get something small on my other wrist. I’m not sure what I want yet but I know I want something.” I hear Harry’s thick accent.

“Unfortunately I am booked out for a few weeks, but if you want something soon I highly recommend Joey’s work. She just finished her apprenticeship but she’s amazing. I think you should talk to her about it.” Mack says to Harry as they walk to my doorway. I scramble to pick up the glass when I accidentally slice my hand. Mack hurries to get the first aid kit.

“Are you okay, love?” Harry says to me while walking me over to the sink. He turns on the warm water and puts my hand in.

“That really burns!” I tell him and he looks at me with wide eyes. I wash the cut quickly and Mack opens the first aid kit. He helps me patch up my hand as Harry silently stares. He holds his wrist in his hand, fidgeting.

I look down to see my soul mark changing colors until it finally settles on red. The realization dawns on me. I was so caught up in being hurt I didn’t even notice what he said to me. “Are you okay, love?”

“Oh my god.” I say. I look at Harry. He looks back at me. “It’s you!” I tell him excitedly as Mack finishes applying the bandages and putting a wrap around my hand. I feel my heart swell and everything that I’ve read about just makes sense. I want to jump into his arms. I want to hug him so tight. I’ve waited for this for so long and now it’s finally my turn. It’s this beautiful stranger that I’ve never even seen before. He just happened to stop by on my first day.

“What’s up?” Mack asks curiously.

“Looks like we are soulmates.” Harry answers almost too quiet to hear. Mack gives Harry a knowing look. They must be closer than just artist and client. Mack knows something that I don’t. They are friends. I will have to ask him about it.

“Well that’s great. I wasn’t expecting my best friend and my coworker to be soulmates. That’s pretty awesome.” Mack says, trying to get Harry to smile, but he is riddled with anxiety. “You’re going to do your soulmate’s tattoo if he books an appointment.” Mack directs the last part to me.

“I don’t even know what I want yet. It’s going to take some time to figure out. I think I’m going to go home and think on it.” Harry says. “I’ll text you later Mack.” He says as he walks out of the door. I feel my heart sink.

“Did I do something wrong to make him run away like that?” I ask, disappointment clear in my voice. Mack sighs.

“No. It’s not you. I don’t want to tell you all of the dirty details, because frankly you and Harry need to have this conversation, but there’s a reason behind it and it’s not you.”

“Come on Mack, tell me something. I feel so terrible.” I practically begging him for an answer as he grabs another nail, not letting me hang pictures anymore. Mack sighs again.

“Harry was in a hard circumstance as a child. I’m not going to tell you that because that’s Harry’s business, but it affected how he views the whole soulmates thing. He’s really anxious. This is really a conversation you need to have with him.

“I have no way to get ahold of him.”

“I’ll text him and ask him to come back. That’s the best I can do.” He tells me. I feel defeated. I thought the day I met my soulmate would be a happy day. I’ve found my life partner. He is skeptical and anxious. I understand the anxiety but I can’t understand not believing in soulmates.

Our first words are literally inked into our skin. Of course there is always the ability to tattoo over them, but you can’t get rid of them. You can’t control how it happens. It’s an inevitable part of our lives. He can’t avoid me. Fate will draw us back together over and over again until it works. It has to.

Mack finally hangs up the rest of the frames, just in time for his first appointment. He said it’s just a small piece. It shouldn’t take more than an hour. I finish hanging up the loose papers. I look around the room at all of my hard work and can’t help but feel proud. It’s my whole life of tattoos and designs all in one place. It just sucks that Harry isn’t here to see it. He could have picked one out for his wrist. He could have requested a design if he didn’t like any of the ones on the wall. The world of possibilities if he hadn’t of walked out of the door.

An idea pops into my head after the small pity party I throw myself. Mack did mention about putting my designs on the business Facebook page. Since I have no appointments and am taking walk ins today, I take my phone and take photos of all of my designs. I go to the check in desk and log on to the computer. I upload them and post them quickly online.

I go back to my room and wait. Mack finishes his appointment and comes out of his booth. He gives them aftercare instructions and they leave with their new tattoo wrapped up on their arm.

I keep myself busy with drawing until a few walk ins come in. A group of girls all wanting their septum pierced. I did that and went back to it. A few hours have passed when Mack walks in my room.

“Hey.” He says after he pecks on the doorframe.

“Hey.” I say softly, focusing on my work.

“Doing alright?” He asks me.

“As alright as I can be I guess.” I tell him. He looks at me with sorry eyes. “Have you heard from him?”

“No. Sorry.” He says. “I’ll let you know if I do.”

“Thank you.” I tell him.

“What are you working on now?” He looks over my shoulder to see my work.

“I was thinking about a forest sleeve or something. I’m just trying some ideas but nothing is working quite right.”

“Do you want help or do you want to figure it out?”

“I want to figure it out to keep me busy, but you’re welcome to stay and keep my company if you’d like.” I suggest to him. He grabs a chair from the waiting area and brings it in. He sits down near my desk where I’m working.

We make small talk for the rest of the evening until it’s time to close.

I take the drive home slow. I know Harry and I just met today, but how can he already have his mind made up? Does he not feel the pull to me that I have for him?

I turn the radio up as loud as I can stand it. I scream until my throat is raw to the songs that know exactly how I’m feeling.

I finally arrive home and go to bed.

The next few days are like this. I take walk ins, make appointments, and work on some sketching. It’s the same day on repeat for a whole week. My days off were just spent sketching as well.

I come back to work and I walk through the door. Mack immediately greets me before I even get to my appointment book.

“You have a visitor in your room.” He tells me. My heart leaps at the possibility of it being Harry. Maybe he has changed his mind. I rush over to my door and open it. When the door opens enough, I can’t help but to have a smile on my face.

It’s Harry. He is sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.

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