#harry styles christmas blurb challenge

[astranva]

TikTok Series Masterlist

In which Harry Styles' girlfriend is a normal person who occasionally posts on TikTok.

Main Masterlist

TikTok Series tag!

FaceTime Challenge -  Y/N records Harry’s reaction to a fake FaceTime call on TikTok.

Dirty Text Challenge -  Y/N sends Harry a dirty text when they’re out with their friends for a TikTok challenge.

And It Went Like... -  Y/N does the “i decided to date a guy…and it went like…” tiktok challenge with Harry.

How Well? -  Y/N and Harry do “how well do our brains work together?” on TikTok.

TikTok Compilation(Pt. II)(Pt. III) -  A compilation of Y/N pranking Harry on TikTok.

Anyway, So - Fans do the “I ain’t never seen two pretty best friends” with Harry & Y/N until their ship name trends. 

Christmas Dance -  Y/N and Harry do the Winter Wonderland/Here Comes Santa Claus TikTok dance.

Good Morning, Harry-  Y/N calls Harry by his name for TikTok.

The Moment -  Y/N does the “show the moment you knew you were in love” TikTok.

Yo, bro what got you smiling like that? -  A fan posts a TikTok of you and Harry at the first LOT show and fans love it.

A Toast -  Harry does the “let me raise a toast to the girl i love most in the whole world” TikTok trend.

Stepping Away -  Y/N does the “stepping away from my boyfriend every time he comes closer” trend on TikTok.

All Too Well (10 Minute Version) (Taylor’s Version) - Y/N posts a TikTok explaining All Too Well (10 minute version) (Taylor’s version) to Harry.

We Need To Break Up - Y/N tells Harry they need to break up to listen to Red (Taylor’s Version).

Enchanted -  Y/N does the “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift trend on TikTok and Harry is amused, concerned, and equally insane.

But You Know I Stay -  Y/N and Harry’s Ginseng Strip 2002–”bitches come and go, bruh, but you know I stay–TikTok.

Not My Name -  Y/N joins the “that’s not my name” TikTok trend with some of the names the media gave.

Oscars - Y/N posts a TikTok to the “Keep my wife’s name out your fucking mouth!” sound

As It Was -  In which Harry talks about Y/N being a TikTok pro and Y/N does the As It Was trend.

Strip that Down - Y/N makes Harry record her doing the Strip that Down dance. [blurb]

Favorite Part -  Y/N and harry do the “touch your favorite part of me” TikTok trend.

Collabs 

TikTok Duets -  In which @finelinevogue’s hho!reader and Harry duet TikTok fan edits together.

[watermelonlovershigh]

The Gift of Love (SMUT) /blurb/ (12 days of blurbs)

Alternate Title: You and Harry Try and Make a Baby in Time for Christmas

Day 8. > December 21, 2021

AN: i love some baby making smuts so i hope you do too. requested by this anon * .

{ dad!harry - husband!harry - soft!harry }

word count: 982

12 Days of Christmas Blurbs Masterlist (all previous/coming up blurbs here)

You and Harry try to make a baby for Christmas.

You have three wonderful children already but you and your husband Harry have decided make one more baby before your natural body clock runs out. This time around, you planned everything out to a 'T'. You calculated when you were most fertile and the baby making begun.

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After putting your children to bed, you and Harry came into your shared bedroom. Harry goes to climb into bed, thinking its a regular night, but you pounce on him the second he's laid down. You straddle his waist and hungerly attach your lips to his. Its so strong and sudden that it quite literally takes Harry's breath away, causing him to pull back and gasp for air.

"Love, slow down. What'r yah doing? Feeling in the mood tonight I see." Harry mutters with a grin.

"Need you so bad, Harry. I'm ovulating and this is the perfect time to make a baby. A Christmas baby. Because if I get pregnant tonight, that'll mean I should know or not if the baby making worked around or on Christmas day." you reply rushed.

"You wanna make a baby right now? With me?" Harry questions knowingly, just wanting to hear you say it again because its a huge turn on for him.

"Yes, right now." you say, lightly slapping his arm, "And of course with you. Who else would I make my baby's daddy? I think no one else because you're the best around."

In a voice just above a whisper, Harry speaks, "Alright my love, I'll give you a baby. Come 'ere."

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With the lamp turned off, leaving the room pitch black, and your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor, Harry has you laid under his body in the center of the bed, slowly thrusting his hard cock into your pussy. With all the previous babies you've made together, Harry has always taken the baby making part very serious and this time is no exception. He makes you feel loved and special and defiantly an experience you won't forget.

"Feel alright, babe? Legs aren't cramping or anything?" Harry asks in panted breaths as he's rocking his body with your. And you have your arms and legs wrapped around his figure so that he's very close to your body.

"Ugh, yes Harry. I'm alright and it feels amazing. Can't wait for you to give me a baby. Want one so bad."

"Fuck, love," Harry quietly moans in your ear, "M' not gonna last if you keep talking like that."

The baby making continues and you both try to stay as quiet as possible so that your sleeping children don't awake. But's its so damn hard when you have a beautiful husband above you, fucking you so good and making your toes curl with each thrust.

As the seconds pass by, you have a line of sweat building on your forehead and the knot in your stomach is becoming tighter and tighter. You start to move your hips in sync with Harry's, allowing your clit to rub up against his hairy mound. Now both your legs are tangled under the duvet together for the fact your legs were too weak to keep hold around his waist. There's only one more thing you need, you conclude in your foggy head.

"Harry?"

"Mhm, what is it love? Are you getting close? Because I'm so close, need you to come with me." he heaves as he concentrates on both your pleasures.

"Give me your hand, please. Need to feel closer to you." you coo softly in his ear.

Harry takes the hand he had grabbing at the pillow under your head with and fumbles around in the dark until your fingers interlock. Your interlocked hands fall back and lay beside your head. Now everything feels perfect.

When you start to squeeze Harry's hand, he knows you're very close to orgasming. He lifts his head that rests on your shoulder and pecks gentle kisses around your mouth. His hips repeatedly collide with yours, making a *pat* *pat* sound that illuminates the room.

Then taking a big gasp of air, you come. Your body trembles underneath your husbands. Vaginal walls squeeze Harry's cock tightly, making his knees just about buckle. With the hand not holding his, you have it displayed on his back, clawing at the skin.

Harry soon follows and his white cum ejaculates deep into your pussy, hopefully giving you your Christmas wish. His forehead is pressed into your shoulder blade to keep his moans at bay. He has his eyes screwed shut and his thrusts become sloppy as they milk your orgasms. Then everything stops.

Your hands are still holding each others, feeling the cool metal of the weeding rings that adorn your fingers. Your chests are rising and falling fast. Harry's now soft cock is still deep within your cunt, so not to allow the cum to escape. There's no where you'd rather be than right here, in your bed with your husband who just made love to you, all in hopes of creating a little baby.

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Minutes have past and you both lay in silence. That is until Harry speaks up lowly. "Really hope we made a baby. For me to have gave you the best gift of all, love. Then combined mine and your love together, we hopefully created a little love (aka baby). But if not, I don't want you worrying or upset. We can always try again, alright."

"I hope so too. But I'm a bit sad that this could be the last time we 'make a baby' together. Because we both agreed four was our stopping number."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean we still can't have sex. Well have plenty of sex. Just not baby making sex but that's alright. I think we'll manage." Harry giggles. "Now, its time to get you all cleaned up and back into bed because you've warn me out."

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Masterlist (regular smut, fluff & sicfics)

My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST

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Harry Styles blurbs, concepts, & short stories Masterlist- (short writing with little to no dialog)

[sunflovverharry]

Driving Home for Christmas - Coming soon!

Putting on the same Christmas song list they’ve played since making it together all those years ago, the first song coming on shuffle being Santa Claus is Coming to Town. The noise was at a comfortable volume so they could still hear Olive if she started fussing though it’s unlikely and for it to not be too disturbing for Harry’s driving. With Olive seated with her back to them she couldn’t see her mummy dancing in her seat while they sang along to song after song, but she heard her parents’ voices singing out to the songs she’s heard oh so many times before.

“This is accurate, huh?” Harry snickered as Driving Home for Christmas began playing through the speakers.

“You don’t say.” It was one of their favorite songs and it fit the scene they were in, driving home for Christmas, excited to see their family, singing along the slowly getting better traffic. Looking around at the cars next to them, most of them looked to be families also driving home to be with their families for this year's holiday celebrations.

Driving Home for Christmas coming Monday Dec 14th as a part of @goldenbluesuit´s Christmas fic challenge!

[finelinevogue]

Harry Styles Masterlist ‘22

get lost in a world where harry styles is the main character in your life.

use this list to request a specific imagine

Oneshots (+5k)

the UNIverse (II) -

mutual feelings start to develop as you and Harry spend more time with each other

wilted sunflower -

it’s Valentine’s day, harry’s half way around the world and you’re sick

an award-winning love -

harry invites you, his wife, as his plus one to the grammy’s

love at coachella -

a journey of the moments that built up to Coachella

welcome to harry’s house -

you and harry listen to harry’s house together (hho!universe)

home -

harry is back home and home is wherever harry is (hho!universe)

conversations with love -

harry brings you to the annual family gathering and he can’t help but love you even more

baby honey -

it’s summer of ‘69 and you meet international rockstar harry styles on your summer holiday

love me tomorrow -

you and harry are high-school teachers and he loves you. the only issue is; you're a married woman

don’t break my heart this year -

you break up with Harry but you live to regret the decision

Blurbs (-5k)

fluff

tiktok challenge with harry

daddy issue teasing

new year’s eve with harry

new years day baby shopping

you’re the artist for shroom bloom

harry’s house release date reasoning

a meet cute situation

as it was voicemail

as it was livestream

mini harry

facetime with harry

capital interview

24 hours with vogue

pre-coachella

photo booth in uo

drunk harry on the kitchen floor

album listening party

late night talking music video

shy harry sleeps naked

convincing harry to speak italian

my introverted girlfriend

a simple kind of love

you live tiff through photos

your dog falls in love with harry first

my shy girlfriend

conversations on the couch

an insight to a perfect christmas

angst

harry doesn’t get a smack on the ass

you’re insecure about your abs

leaving flowers at your grave

harry debates his worth

your best friend passes away

you and harry have broken up

moving in with each other

listening to ocean eyes at coachella

you hate your stretch marks

concert hate and then love

harry is just your best friend

you hate your stretch marks

harry needs to be the little spoon

harry facetimes you all the time

you make harry’s heart warm

smut

anon explains a spanking situation*

you both break character*

dom!harry and sub!reader*

you get insecure during sex*

soft post-tour sex*

thigh riding*

post work events*

Series

harry’s house

finelinevogue ficmas

love on tour: the documentary

love island

summertime!harry

the date series

the UNIverse

HSLOT

little moments

kiss me in the dark

Extras

instagram concepts

fic rec masterlist

random ellie thoughts

picture concepts

harry styles ‘21 masterlist

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last updated | aug 5th, 2021

do not repost my work anywhere !! respect this please. | fics are not ordered in any particular way. these headers are mine so pls don’t use/take them

tom holland

insomnia - reader can’t get to sleep; tom finds out why

driving in the rain - fluffy dinner date and rainy drive back home

workouts and warmth - when all tom wants is some after-workout cuddles

from across the living room - announcing your engagement to your families

the one - you want to move out and get your own place as a couple, but tom doesn’t. nikki talks to him. 

anything for the twins - tom massages reader’s boobies during her period

moms, makeouts, and mishaps - nikki walks in during your makeout sesh

simple acts of intimacy - a fluffy 3.1k words worth of blurbs

silver surprises - the reader surprises tom at a premiere

twenty questions - questions ensue after tom & reader get stuck in an elevator

my gut - spinoff of twenty questions with claustrophobic!reader (tw/ anxiety + attacks)

stealth mode - tom & reader scaring each other

unicorns vs pegasuses - tom shuts the reader up by kissing them

a good story - tom meets reader at a meet & greet — friendships blossom to lovers

deal breaker - tom wants kids, but the reader does not

his lap - reader asks for help in overcoming an insecurity; tom misreads the situation

pool day - pool day w/ tom + the boys

hot - the reader picks a certain song that reminds her of tom - the boys go wild

grounded by rocks - tom talks about you in an interview for cherry

your hands - when all he wants is a simple head massage

late flights - in which tom takes too much time with the fans

nobody wanted to - where only one person makes it out alive

way more than 50 - the hollands trick the reader into thinking they did something they weren’t supposed to 

why [ pt ii ] - sweet cupcakes, and a not so sweet breakup

what looks suspicious - nikki doesn’t exactly approve of tom dating the reader

something sweet - reader drops off small gifts while tom’s on set

he remembers - when tom finds the letter

missed you - reuniting w/tom after four long months

soft gangsta - tom tries to dress edgy; the reader is unconvinced

the shoe game - reader & tom play the shoe game at their wedding

too much - when the reader has a rough time with work, tom comforts them

losing grip [ pt ii ] - a losing battle between the reader and a hereditary disease causes heartbreak

your captain america - protective!tom holland of young reader (age gap)

sexy genius - reader is a fan of (and meets) jake gyllenhaal

teddy bear cuddles - tom wears an oversized hoodie

nonsense - the boys think the reader is meddling with tom’s work

circles before yourself - rule #2 - osterfield!reader gets caught with tom

seventeen times - when the reader is having a hard time in lock down, tom tries to help (TW // depression)

pixie dust hair - tom assures insecure!reader that the pixie haircut looks good <3

a few more months - reader passes out during a run; tw // excessive exercising

tiktok au’s

body ody ody - tom gets a little jealous over a few social media comments 

sweats in the supermarket - getting tom hard when he wears sweats

put your records on - trying not to kiss each other first

mood killer - saying dirty things into tom’s ear

say it back - pranking tom by not saying ily back to him

two different ways - tom choking the reader to get two different reactions 

brutal - doing the “did you mean to post this?” trend on tom 

worst thirty minutes of my life - playing a drinking game with tom to see who gives into cuddles first

my girl’s cuddles - crawling into tom’s lap 

even - buying hot leggings & taping tom’s reaction 

goofball - a silly way to reveal reader’s pregnancy to tom 

end the debate - “i found out why my boobs are small” trend

slam the car door - doing the car door prank on tom 

water bottle wars - the boys ask you and tom questions about each other. wrong answers result in sprayed water 

get you back real good - you & the boys prank tom after watching a scary movie 

peachy - sighing / moaning in front of tom playing video games to get his reaction

my princess - tom does a tiktok where he guesses all your answers to everyday questions

dad!tom

needles and needs - when scarlet has to get shots, you realize she may not be the only one that needs comforting

all my girls - scarlet meets her baby sister for the first time (dad!tom)

everything i love about u - tom is afraid baby red might hate him for leaving home too much

a little extra help - stepdad!tom being the best dad to your daughter

through the tears - pregnant!reader goes into labour, and baby holland meets the family

first feed - tom watches you breastfeed for the first time

warmth from the love - baby holland’s first Christmas

first words - baby holland speaks for the first time

breaking the internet - when your pregnancy announcement crashes multiple apps/websites (pregnant!reader)

breaking the internet... again - when baby holland breaks the internet

boyfriends and brunch - when jade brings home her boyfriend (aged!up)

big sister + how are babies made - telling scarlet about the baby on the way (pregnant!reader)

too many kids - the reader’s dad has some commentary about the twins

mumma’s girl - tom gets jealous when scarlet isn’t a daddy’s girl

angels - a little skin to skin time with his best girl

family man - after a nasty breakup, tom finds out you had his child

cheesy uncles - telling paddy he’s going to be an uncle

ag!reader (more to come !!)

y’all really get nasty - tom and the fans discuss ag!reader’s songs

my favorite things - ag!reader performs in front of the mcu cast at the grammy’s

34 + 35 - the boys react to reader’s new song(s)

34 + 35 remix - the boys reacting to the remix

his remedy - the boys react to positions deluxe

neglected - AG!reader breaks up w tom because of their job; tom searches for answers

low-key wants him - reader talks about how much nonna (+ her fam) loves tom

see u soon - reader interacts with tom while on stage for the swt

a few spilled secrets - AG!reader performs on jimmy fallon’s show.. tom and her confess a few secrets

for the first time - when the reader breaks down crying while singing about her ex, tom is there to comfort her

dance with me, rain on me - reader has a hard time on set, tom to the rescue

every tomorrow - the first album release night after your breakup

here we go again - introducing tom (+ the boys) to your celebrity friends

condoms or safety nets - the boys react to AG!reader’s song “safety net”

we’re not engaged - AG!reader announcing to the world why they no longer have a fiance... (fluffy)

the late late show - AG!reader & tom do spill your guts or fill your guts

pain from pleasure - dad!tom goes through a birth simulator — controlled by the reader

never have i ever - tom & the reader play a game on the late late show

fluffy hair - ag!reader has a zoom interview with zach sang. tom makes an appearance

fighting off the haters - ag!reader and older!tom holland (age gap) attend an award show after going public

run your hands thru my hair - tom reacts to ag!reader’s song “my hair”

stick to acting - tom tries to make a beat for ag!reader

practically twins - reader meets sebastian & anthony at comic con

damn lucky - black!reader wears her hair naturally during an interview

what a piece - reader talks about tom related songs & tattoos

flip it - tom talks about reader in an interview

at the door - older!reader & tom fight off haters

a headcannon of ag!reader being a marvel cast member

a headcannon of tom & the reader attending the avengers endgame premiere

styles!reader (more to come !!)

bathroom kisses - makeout sessions with tom and styles!reader in the bathroom

yeah, he is - tom holland x styles!reader meet the styles family; protective older brother harry makes an appearance

unparalleled love - older brother harry styles makes a speech at reader’s wedding

grilled - date night for tom & styles!reader is a bit difficult with two kids; older brother!harry to the rescue

baby showers and brothers - dad!tom & styles!reader are going to be parents

potential boyfriend - tom has a crush on the reader when they first meet

ts!reader (more to come!!)

trust me - tom & the reader defend her after nikki doesn’t approve

your london boy - tom & co. + the world reacts to “london boy”

boy of my dreams - tom being proud of the reader for winning a grammy

rapper!tom

tom records your sounds during sex for his music (hc)

tom talks about you in an interview

concepts: one , two , three

professor!tom

my pretty girl - tom gets jealous when reader gets many valentines

other reader tropes

cherry - reader is a screenwriter for tom’s upcoming movie

no shouting - singer!reader needs some help after paparazzis are too much (based on a video of tom)

pregnancy belly - actress!reader has to wear a pregnancy belly for her role, and the boys tease tom about when it’ll be real

we march - actress!reader being a huge feminist

passions & pediatricians - pediatrician-to-be!reader meets tom

politics - reader’s granpa is joe biden (requested) and tom meets him

extra support - psychiatrist!reader helps tom on the set of cherry

you made it big - tom holland x actress!reader at the after party

partition - the boys react to famous!reader singing partition

senorita - singer!reader makes a music video with shawn, who’s tom’s new best friend

miniseries 

boomerang: one , two , three , four [completed]

peter parker

making amends

➢ enemies to lovers ; college!peter x super soldier!reader ; 30k words ; sorta slow burn

cheeky guy, favorite thighs - college!peter doing a tik tok challenge — between the reader’s thighs [tik tok au]

a little nicer - doing the prank on peter (”you could’ve been a little nicer to me today”)

start searching - first make out sessions with our best boy :)

hidden hickeys - the avengers think innocence of peter, until they’re proven wrong

the team - part two of hidden hickeys; reader meets the avengers

all of you - late night talks about your future with peter :’)

like you wouldn’t believe - reader tells mj about her & peter’s awesome sex

slip from my hands - roommate!peter comforts the reader after a nightmare

i’d wait for her - college!peter parker needs to come to terms with you and your boyfriend

shut up and kiss me - soft make out sessions with peter :)

all the good things in the world, and i get you - insecure!reader needs a little reassuring 

modern chivalry - peter being a gentleman on the subway

eggnog and mistletoe - peter helps you love the holidays

the force awakens? it sleeps - a little extra comfort & care from our favorite baby boyfriend 

a prince - wonder woman!reader meets spider-man (& avengers) in a mission

steve rogers fics - peter finds you reading fanfiction abt steve rogers

fanboy!peter

fanboys and bracelets - fanboy!peter parker goes to famous!singer!reader’s meet and greet

fanboys and phone numbers - fanboy!peter parker continuation 

showing around - fanboy!peter gets VIP access; some dancing ensues

stark!reader + avengers!reader

if you knew feelings - the avengers want you & peter to break up

sleeping - peter misinterprets a few important questions

the may to your ben - college!best friend!peter parker x stark!reader fluff

race ya - peter confesses his feelings for rogers!reader after a mission — on comms

frat bathrooms - stark!reader joins the avengers where she sees college!peter, the boy she slept with at a frat party

rainy days - reader doesn’t like rainy days, a certain wall-climber changes their mind

already got her - jealous!peter makes a public confession

flustered!peter

a nervous one - flustered!peter parker sees cheerleader!reader in her uniform

one day soon - flustered!peter parker x affectionate!reader

all better - flustered!peter parker does some lab flirting with reader

dad!peter + pregnant!reader

unplanned  [ part ii ] - reader gets pregnant... breaks up with peter to avoid it all

burrito wraps - reader worries that baby parker might be cold

a name to remember - latine!reader & peter give their girl a special name

you’re magic - a certain wall crawler hears two heartbeats

sgt. bucky barnes

first cuddles - bucky asks to cuddle for the first time

harry holland

golden light, the love of my life - the boys tease harry —on a live video— for being whipped

it won’t f^cking open - harry lends a helping hand

how much i - those three magical words are exchanged for the first time

cuddly koala moments - time the reader just needed harry’s warmth

anything for hands - the reader cuts harry’s hair on instagram live

your other best friend - the reader is sam’s new friend, but harry thinks they like tom instead

you’re my anchor - harry has an anxiety attack, but the reader knows what to do

what’s his [ pt ii ] - when everything thinks the reader should date tom instead, harry snaps

whipped fries - harry brags about the reader winning the pub quiz for them

tell me, show me - the reader makes harry flustered by playing w/the strings from his sweatpants

keep your cool - tom setting u up with his brother // nikki being wary

ag!reader

you’re such a dream to me — ag!reader writes r.e.m. about harry

harry styles

intoxicating - soft bubbles baths with long haired!harry 

frayed braids - reader braids long haired!harry’s hair

others:

harrison osterfield

not anymore - when harrison comes back from filming, he’s determed to win the reader’s heart

irreversible - when relationships fall apart, people fall apart. (infidelity)

circles before yourselves - rule #1  - harrison x osterfield!reader (sister) when brothers talk, bad things begin

think of her - harrison asks your family for their blessing [holland!sister]

steve harrington

together not never - steve discovers the reader is pregnant

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harry styles

❁; what are you waiting for *smut; it’s never good to lie

        ⤻ what are you waiting for; aftercare

❁; grandpa styles *fluff; instances where h’s inner grandpa jumps out

❁; my annoying girlfriend *fluff; annoying h, bc it’s what u do best

❁; a perfect mix *fluff; u and h admiring ur newborn

❁; who’s that? *fluff; ur kid thinks chris evans is her father?  ♡

           ⤻ that’s daddy! *fluff; another mix up? 10x more embarrassing 

           ⤻ that’s daddy alt ending *fluff

❁; you’re amazing, don*t worry *fluff/angst; first time going public...kind of

❁; just dance *fluff; h is the sorest loser

❁; vases *fluff; you and h go to bed 

❁; the cat burglar *fluff; your cat like Harry a little too much 

❁; the importance of i love you’s *fluff; you forget to say ily to H

❁; kissies *fluff; morning ‘kissies’ with your little family ♡

❁; what’s in a name *fluff; you must call him accordingly 

❁; lethologica *fluff/angst; pregnant yn & dad!h fluff while seeing how their fam lives w/ the fame (it’s good but descriptions sucks)

❁; always my valentine *fluffity fluff/slight angst; all these valentines you’ve spent together but these will always have a special place in both of your hearts.

❁; a styles snow day *fluff; u and h enjoy your daughter’s first snow day in Boston! 

      ⤻ a styles vacation to hawaii *fluff; the family of three take a fun trip to Hawaii, with mile bumps in the road. It’s ava ofc it’ll be crazy 

❁; i wasn’t supposed to know?! *drabble; harry finds out a secret he wasn’t supposed to know...on national television. 

❁; a night *fluff; a small after the show blurb 

❁; harry’s home *fluff; harry arrives home late, now he has to deal with the wrath of his 3 year old  ♡   

❁; terrible 2′s *fluff; You and Harry’s daughter goes through her terrible twos during Love on Tour.

❁; my love *fluff;  a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife  ♡

chris evans

❁; a special hat *fluff; it’s Fathers Day, and you get Chris a special gift!  ♡

❁; the couch *fluff; you prank chris  ♡

❁; toot. *fluff; your three-year-old joins Chris in his workout!

andy barber

❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all

steve rogers

❁; mafia!gang!dad steve masterlist *fluff;  follow the life of y/n, Elysia, and Steve (a mafia/gang leader trying to be the best dad he can be!)  ♡

❁; captain stupid *angst/fluff; you find out Steve jumped out an airplane, parachuteless 

❁; my baby, my baby*fluff/angst; you ask Steve for one thing before the fight of Thanos (IW)

❁; pool day *smut/fluff;  the one where steve realizes he’s no longer in the 40′s with the bikini you have on  ♡

❁; christmas tree farm *fluff; steve and his family go to a xmas tree farm!

❁;  steve dating bookworm!reader *fluff  

❁; gorgeous *smut; frat!Steve drags you to a frat party, this is not how you wanted your night to go, but you end up getting your way as always  ♡

❁; hey mama *angst/fluff; steve never got the chance to say goodbye to his mother, never got the closure. He woke up out of the ice and was no longer a son. You get him a birthday gift for the comfort he never received.

ransom drysdale

❁; a father’s duty *fluff; ransom takes up the challenge to sew up ur daughters stuffy  ♡

❁; the first tooth *fluff; your daughter loses her first tooth, Ransom is a pain 

❁; poor excuse of a husband *smut; the one where Andy dominates, Ransom has no back-bone, and you get to enjoy it all

bucky barnes

❁; love me for me, it’s all i ask *angst;  Bucky meets your family, but your nerves clouds you judgment. 

❁; a faux pair *fluff; you and alpine do not get along

❁; emotions *angst/fluff; where bucky has problems coming intact w/ his emotions after sam gets hurt

❁; not ur groupie *angst/fluff/*lil smut; you've been hooking up w/ bucky for a while, you've tried cutting him out of your life too-- that doesn't work. It's time he knows you don't want to be that way anymore ♡

[nationalharryleague]

Masterlist

All of this writing is mine and I do not give permission for it to be reposted!

Reblogs and feedback are always appreciated and my requests are always open! 

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy it :) 

Series

Ivy: A 19th Century Regency Era AU 

Trapped in a loveless marriage, Lady Y/N Taylor has resigned herself to a life void of love with only her books to keep her company—until she meets the new groundskeeper of her husband’s estate, Mr. Harry Styles.

One Shots

These are organized newest to oldest!

*personal favorites

Change of Heart

Y/N changes her mind. Proposal and wedding planning fluff!

Valentine’s Day 

Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day. Middle School Band Teacher Harry AU Fluff! 

Two for the Show*

Jeff plans for Harry’s opening act to be more than that. Famous Fake Dating! 

Extra: 

Saturday Morning: Y/N and Harry spend a lovely Saturday in bed. Fluff!

The Busy Bean

Y/N starts work as a barista and gets along swimmingly with her boss, Harry. Barista AU! For @meetmeinfleetwood​‘s To Lovers Fic Challenge! 

One Day

Drunk Harry asks Y/N a question without thinking. Based off of “One Day” by Catie Turner! 

In the Long Green Grass 

Y/N wakes up one morning and can’t seem to find her husband. Cottage core inspired fluff w husband Harry! 

Christmas in Holmes Chapel

Y/N comes home with Harry for Christmas for the first time. Christmas fluff!

Diplomacy *

It’s time for Princess Y/N to marry the prince she’s been engaged to since birth. Enemies to lovers royal AU! 

Dog Days Are Over*

Y/N’s dogs really like the handsome stranger in the park. Strangers to lovers AU! 

The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing

Y/N and Harry take a trip to Italy. Fluff! Inspired by the Golden music video. 

So Golden

Y/N does Harry’s makeup. Fluff! 

Work of Art*

Y/N gets a text from Artist!Harry. AU, Fluff! Written for @hsogolden​‘s AU challenge! 

Acts of Service*

Y/N comes home from girls night after a little too much to drink and gets taken care of by her man; a love letter to Acts of Service!Harry. AU, fluff! 

Dance it Out

Y/N has a tough day and Harry helps get her out of her bad mood. Fluff! 

Portfolio  | Part 2

Y/N doesn’t get along with her boss. AU, CEO!Harry, angst, enemies to lovers! 

Overnight 

Y/N runs into an old friend. AU, best friends to enemies to lovers, inspired by Overnight by Maggie Rogers. 

Blurbs/Requests: Requests are open! 

Meeting at a concert through mutual friends

[writers-hes]

Harry Styles Master List

Here’s my Harry Styles master list, a collection of my works from oldest to latest. enjoy. 

Please Don’t Be In Love with Someone Else. (angst + fluff) (one.) Perhaps the promise ring you bought for him was a mistake.

Meet Cute (fluff) (one.)

In which one direction visits your city and Lou Teasedale is your sister’s best friend.

Five Years (fluff // discontinued)

(year 0.)

You and Harry meet in uni. You tried to make it work. You made a promise to see each other again five years later.

Late Christmas (readers’ favorite + angst) (read here.)

Harry and you planned to spend your first Christmas together in New York but it seems like you were about to spend it alone.

Cherry (readers’ favorite + angst ) | Falling ( angst)

(read cherry here.) (read falling here.)

Harry finally released his latest album and it brought back all the memories you had with him.

Christmas Record (fluff + readers’ favorite) (read here.)

You replace Helene for a few days and harry gives you a present.

How Do You Want To Spend New Year’s Eve? (angst + smut + readers’ favorite) (read here.)

365 days after you broke up with harry, what happens then?

FINSTA (fluff + readers’ favorite) (read Harry’s finsta here.) (read your finsta here.) (more finsta here.) (more Harry’s finsta.) (let’s deal with it together.)

Harry and Y/N’s private Instagram accounts are leaked!

Cautious: a mini series ( fluff + angst + most read + readers’ favourite) one. two. pillow talk: a bonus cautious blurb. three-part 1 . three—part 2. four.

y/n’s daughter with harry, harriette, saves her without even knowing it. (au: dad!harry)

If You Love Me Come Clean series. ( fluff + angst + smut )

stand-alone masterlist here.

only yesterday (fluff)

...two kids meet for the first time in a cruise in Barcelona, only to meet in London more than a decade later.

urs (angst + fluff)

You're Harry's but he's never yours. (or the one where she's in love with him and he's not.)

Fucking Harry (angst)

You always want what you can't have but what if destiny decides for you to have it in an Italian theme park?

—entry for the summer feeling challenge.

Meet Me In the Morning (smut + fluff + angst )

Harry decided to live in your boarding house and romance ensues.

—inspired by the golden music video.

Call Me a Fool ( fluff + angst)

You and Harry finally found a way to make it better and to make it okay.

Save a Dance for Me (angst + fluff) | i never wanted to be apart from you (angst)

(moodboard) (preview)

You want to marry but Harry is causing trouble

[nctsworld]

to support the nct writeblr community, i’ve decided to host a writing challenge! all works will be reblogged onto my blog and added to this masterlist for this challenge. 

please read all the rules carefully and blacklist #nctsworldfwc for those who wish to avoid the content! 

RULES: 

you do not have to follow me, but i’m always appreciative of those who do! 

must reblog this post to participate (likes do not count) 

all fics must include and focus on at least one nct member (other groups as side characters are fine)

fics must only be reader fics (all genders welcome); no ships please

must use at least any one of the prompts under the cut (feel free to use multiple and mix and match) 

all genres are acceptable (fluff, angst, smut, crack, etc.), as long as you make use of at least one of the prompts

if you are writing smut, please be 18+ 

mention and tag trigger warnings as necessary 

timestamps and blurbs are acceptable, but minimum 300 words

no limit on word count, but if it’s over 500 words, you must use the read more function 

tag your works with #nctsworldfwc in order for me to reblog and support your work! you may also mention me and hope tumblr won’t hide the notification

may submit more than one fic, but only a maximum of three fic submissions are allowed

deadline will be march 31, 2021 (i will stop checking the tag after this date, but feel free to submit it after this date and i’ll try my best to reblog and update the masterlist)

if you have any questions or need clarification, please don’t hesitate to send in an ask or dm me!

PERSONAL NOTE: 

i will try my best to read every fic and give feedback! however, depending on how many will participate, it might just not be possible, but i promise (as long as you adhere to the above rules) to reblog and support your work! 

i may also rec some people’s works, and not other’s. please do not let that discourage you from writing! everyone has different opinions, but remember that just because i may not like it, there won’t be someone out there who loves it (insert the holy shit two cakes writing meme). 

the aim of this challenge is to inspire the community to write and to support and read each other’s works. 

have fun and i look forward to all your fics!!! 

PROMPTS 

tropes: 

best friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

friends with benefits to lovers

roommates to lovers 

fake relationship/dating 

one night stand

there is only one bed 

childhood friends

holiday romance (eg. christmas, summer vacation) 

au’s: 

bartender au 

boxer au

coffee shop au  

college au 

flower shop au 

harry potter au

marvel or dc au 

office au (eg. ceo, assistant, co-workers, etc.) 

royalty au 

soulmate au

spy au 

supernatural au (eg. vampires, ghosts, demons, etc.) 

tattoo artist au 

theme park au 

dialogue prompts: 

“are you serious right now?” 

“are you trying to kill me?” 

“because i love you, you idiot.” 

“can i kiss you?” 

“do it again, i dare you.” 

“don’t lie to me.” 

“hey, you awake?” 

“how much did you drink?” 

“i could do this all day.” 

“i needed you. i needed you!” 

“i never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.” 

“i want you now.” 

“i’m waiting.” 

“i’m usually not this desperate.” 

“is this even going anywhere?” 

“prove it.” 

“spend the night with me?” 

“stop lying to me!”

“that’s not fair.”  

“the bed is cold without you.” 

“try to stay quiet.” 

“wanna bet?” 

“what are you staring at?” “you.” 

“you owe me a kiss.” 

“you’re mine.” 

“your wish is my command.” 

artist prompts (can use any song from their discography):

ariana grande

doja cat 

harry styles

keshi

lany 

maroon 5 

nct (all units) 

taylor swift

tinashe 

troye sivan 

the weeknd

we the kings 

song prompts: 

body moves - dnce 

candy - baekhyun 

dream of you - chungha 

fancy - twice 

good kisser - usher 

i like me better - lauv 

little things - one direction 

lowkey - niki

make love make music - castlecomer 

strangers - jonas brothers 

thinking out loud - ed sheeran 

movie prompts: 

10 things i hate about you 

a cinderella story 

how to lose a guy in 10 days 

looks that kill 

notting hill 

set it up 

starstruck 

to all the boys i’ve loved before 

tagging potential interested peeps: (and b/c you’re like the only handful of writers i really know sldfmsd)

@hyuckles-chuckles​ @immabiteyou​ @jeongvision​ @notnctu​ @ppangjae​ @sehunniepot​ 

[berrynarrybanana]

my harry styles masterlist

A/N: I am so shit at making these things look cool. Honestly my masterlist is a mess, but I’m trying at least. If you have any questions or something isn’t working, just let me know! Also, if you just want to talk in in general, my messages are always open and I would love to hear from you! Thank you so much for being kind enough to read my work. I enjoy writing more than almost anything else in my life and it’s so wonderful to have a platform filled with lovely people like you to share my work with. I love you all and thank you so much for being so awesome. TPWK - Casey.

P.S - My original works are still posted on tumblr. If you want to read my old one shots, I can compile a list of those too!

Warnings: 

Smut 

^ Angst 

Fluff

One Shots: 

My Only Angel (Rewrite) 

Harry Styles is a guy that you see every once in a while. Things between you are serious, but not quite official...until they are. 

Better Than Coffee (Rewrite coming soon) 

Coffee is your favorite way to start the day....but Harry thinks there are somethings in life that wake him up better than coffee ever could. 

Sunbathing (Rewrite Coming Soon) 

Being a curvy girl with a few insecurities makes you rethink sunbathing by the pool with your gorgeous boyfriend. Harry is determined to remind you that you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. 

Pink Lemonade ^

The one where Harry is your roommate and you share a wall. (bi!reader)

Me any You Together ^

The one where your best friend Harry is a soccer player in a frat and you can’t help but fall in love with him bc he’s perfect but he keeps insisting that being just friends is better for you both and you want to bonk him on the head for it

Hypocrite

The one where you’re in love with each other and all it takes is one episode of a nineties sitcom to make you realize your feelings

Prince Charming^

The one where you and Harry do some spooky baking and create something beautiful.

Babyhoney^

Set in 1952 where Harry is the badboy in town and you’re a sweet angel.

House Party

The one where Harry comes home drunk and wants to dance.

Intruder ^ (tw: Gun violence)

The one where your husband is in a gang and there’s a man tied to a chair in your living room.

La Petite Mort 

The one where Harry is an art student and you’re his muse.

Tap, Tap, Tap 

The one where Harry is getting on your nerves

got you pegged pt. 1 | pt. 2 | blurb | snippet

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder what would happen if you just asked Harry to give you what you really want. 

Blurbs: 

Toys

Closet

Gotta Get Better 

Cranberry Vodka 

Ongoing Series: 

Honeybee | Tag

Summary: A story about two souls, hopelessly in love at first sight. When Harry meets Beatrice, his entire world changes. From the second he catches her in his arms, he knows that his feelings for her are unlike anything he’s ever felt before in his life. Beatrice is swept away by Harry’s charming words and his beautiful smile. It’s easy to say that it’s love at first sight,  but as time goes on the couple is faced with challenges that they’re afraid might break them. Harry is determined to build a solid foundation while Bea is tempted to tuck tail and run in the other direction. Will they be able to stay afloat throughout the crazy ups and downs, or will they rise above their problems and see their true love for what it truly is? 

Deck The Halls

Masterlist

Summary: Harry is tired of having dreams about a drowning girl. Holland is tired of being drowned by Jack Frost of all people. Harry hates Christmas, and Holland is quite literally, the daughter of Christmas. When the two finally meet face to face, will their love be able to conquer the cruel hand of Jack Frost, a man out to steal the magic of Christmas to avenge his Father’s death? 

Heathrow

Summary: Harry and Parker have a ton of mutual friends....yet they’ve never actually met. Parker is tired of hearing about the elusive and fantastic Harry Styles from everyone she knows, and Harry is dying to meet the insanely fun and mental girl named Parker that seems to be the star of all of his friends wild stories. When they finally meet, will they get along? 

Masterlist

Sex Bucketlist Fic Challenge

Niall Horan Masterlist

[heyyyharry]

Ugly Sweater

(a blurb from the Flatmate series)

…in which Y/N makes Harry wear an ugly matching sweater with to a Christmas party.

Word count: 2k

Sorry for posting the Christmas blurb on New Year lol but HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE FLATMATEVERSE!!!

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“Come out, babe. Let me see.”

“Put your phone away.”

“I’m not filming,” Y/N giggled as she settled into the couch.

In his bedroom, Harry let out the longest sigh. “Okay, I trust you,” he said

The door creaked open. He stepped out slowly, wearing the ridiculous sweater she’d gifted him the day before. It looked identical to the one she was wearing right now.

“Aww, you look so cute!” she said with both hands on her heart while he gave a constipated grin that cracked her right up. “Stop making that face! You remind me of the Grinch.”

“I feel like the Grinch,” he said.

She got up and slipped her arms around his neck. “Well, that’s kinda hot.”

He made a face. “You’re into some weird shit, love.”

“I’m dating you, aren’t I?”

“Heeeeeey.”

“Just kidding.” She tiptoed and pecked him on the nose. “I love you. You’re really rocking this ugly sweater.”

Harry chuckled as he pulled back and looked down to scrutinise his sweater. “My Santa seems so disappointed.”

“I think that’s because they messed up his smile.”

“Ugh. Looks more like Satan than Santa.” He cringed and then kissed her forehead. “I love you, weirdo. Wouldn’t wear this for anyone else.”

“Awww, I love you, too,” she said with her arms around his waist.

Harry smiled as he held her cheeks. “Now, what movie should we–”

The buzzing of his phone on the table cut him off mid-sentence. Y/N would have asked him to ignore it if the messages didn’t keep on coming. They were all from a group chat.

“Looks like an emergency,” she said.

Harry looked guilty. “You want me to read them?”

She nodded. “Go ahead.”

“Kay.”

Harry grabbed the phone and they both sat down together on the couch to read the messages from his friends.

Niall: Harry what the fuck? You didn’t forget, did you?

Layla: Hello???? Styles???? Are you coming or are we not friends anymore???

Liam: CHRISTMAS PARTY AT LOU’S

Louis: Bring your girlfriend if you must

Trix: Hey, guys, watch this cat TikTok!

“I wanna watch that cat TikTok,” Y/N joked. Harry said nothing. He gave her an apologetic look and she knew right away what he wanted to say. “It’s okay.” She smiled. “Let’s go to the party together.”

Still, he didn’t look any more relieved. “I feel terrible,” he said. “I should have told them I was gonna spend time with you tonight.”

Y/N shushed him as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Cupping his face, she said, “It’s okay. We can leave early and watch the movie when we get back.”

“Yeah?” Harry’s face brightened. “Thank you for understanding, love. I’ll go change.”

“Change?”

Harry froze as soon as he got up. When he gestured to the sweater, Y/N replied with a raised eyebrow, challenging him to even ask the question.

He let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped. “You’re gonna make me wear this to the party, aren’t you?”

“Well, that’s your punishment,” she said with a shrug.

He blew out his cheeks and smirked, standing with his hands on his hips like a dad. “Oh, the things I’d do for you. I fucking hate myself for that.”

“Don’t worry.” She beamed, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll love you for both of us.”

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Just like how the Great Wall of China was visible from space, this party was audible from space. Y/N knew Louis was rich and he only shared a flat with Liam and Niall to get the full ‘college experience’, but it wasn’t until tonight that she discovered he wasn’t just rich, he was ‘paying his neighbours so he could play music so loud you could practically see the sound waves’ rich. When Harry opened the door, the noise sucked Y/N in like a black hole. She couldn’t just hear the music, it was pounding inside her body, making my heart thump in rhythm with the beat. She hated this already.

“You good, love?” Harry asked, squeezing her hand. He could always sense when she was getting nervous in public without her having to explain herself. She was thankful for that.

“I’m good. We’ll leave early anyway,” she said, reassuring herself with a forced smile.

Harry nodded and pulled her closer. They let themselves get dragged into the orbit of people, slipping in between bodies, suffocating in a blanket of smoke and aftershave. Ew. This was why Y/N hated parties.

The one thing that put her off the most was Harry looking almost out of place as her. At first, she couldn’t figure out the reason why he seemed so anxious; he was always the life of the party. Hands grabbed him and people called his name, but he didn’t respond to anyone. It took her a moment to realise that it must be the ugly matching sweater she’d made him wear tonight. As embarrassing as it was, Y/N found it quite hilarious.

They finally made it to the kitchen, which heaved like a living organism with people slithering over one another, back and forth between the fridge and the door. Harry held her hand tightly as they skittered around a couple who were basically dry humping against the kitchen island. His friends were standing by the freezer with several bottles of vodka in their hands. Trix was the first to notice Harry and Y/N because she was the only one who’d been daydreaming instead of taking part in the convo.

“Harry’s here!” Trix cheered as she gave Harry and then Y/N a bear hug.

Sitting on the counter, Layla flipped her hair over her shoulder and eyed Harry up and down with a corner of her mouth arched. “Well, well, well, isn’t this Santa Claus? What the fuck are you wearing?”

“Clothes.”

“Whose?” Louis asked, tittering like a schoolboy into his fist.

“Your mum’s,” Harry answered dryly, causing Liam to burst out laughing.

“Aww, matching sweaters,” Niall pointed out as he gestured between Y/N and Harry with the hand that was holding the bottle.

“Oh, didn’t see you there,” Layla told Y/N with a smirk. “Santa’s favourite elf.”

“Can you not be mean for one night? It’s literally Christmas’ Eve,” Harry said calmly yet Y/N could make out the annoyance in his tone. It wasn’t unusual that he had to stand up for her to Layla. Y/N couldn’t tell that the girl was brutally honest or just unapologetically mean. She could see herself becoming friends with Trix and the guys, but she wouldn’t dare to dream of getting to know Layla Scott.

“You don’t get to act like a victim, Styles.” Layla cocked her head. “You ditched us for her then showed up when the party’s almost over, dressed like my dad on family portrait day.”

“Family portrait day?” Liam sounded surprised.

Niall gave a nonchalant shrug. “Rich people thing.”

“We do that,” Louis added. “Awful awful day.”

“I wanna see the portrait!”

“Later, Trix.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry sighed, combing his fingers through his hair. “I forgot to tell you guys I had other plans with Y/N, but we’re here now–Niall, did you just take a pic?”

“It’s for my story,” Niall said and quickly thrust his phone into his back pocket before Harry could grab it. “I wanna show everyone your sweater. Santa looks high as fuck. No offence, Y/N.”

“It’s ugly.” Layla crossed her arms as she gave both sweaters a look of disgust. “You’re a simp, Harry. That’s what you are.”

“Um, guys?”

“What Trix?” Louis asked. Everyone looked at Trix. Y/N could take Layla’s insults because Layla insulted everyone, but if Trix said something mean to her, she’d definitely cry.

“I actually love their sweaters,” Trix said, to everyone’s shock. “The picture of Santa Claus on Harry’s sweater might give me nightmares tonight, but I think it’s sweet that Harry’s wearing it simply because it makes Y/N happy. Would you wear an ugly sweater for Layla, Niall?”

Everyone knew Trix wasn’t being savage; she was just curious and straightforward. But Niall was already sweating. “Layla would never let me wear an ugly sweater,” he nervously chuckled.

Layla’s reaction was the opposite of satisfied. “It’s a yes or no question, Horan,” she snapped.

“Uh...”

“Unbelievable!” Layla gasped and hopped off the counter.

Liam and Louis tried to contain their laughter as they watched Layla storm to the door and Niall rushing after her to apologise.

“I feel bad,” Y/N said.

Harry laughed as he rubbed her back. “Don’t be, babe. Last week she was mad at Niall because he said he wouldn’t be friends with her if she were a worm.”

Y/N’s raised both eyebrows. “Oh.”

“They’re in love,” Louis said.

Liam nodded enthusiastically. “We’re still waiting for them to find out.”

The guys all laughed together, so Y/N did too. She felt much more at ease now. Harry could probably see that as he put an arm around her shoulders and kissed her temple.

Y/N wanted to thank Trix for what she’d said, but Trix had already disappeared. Liam and Louis also left to search for Layla and Niall, probably to film the pair arguing and put it on their Instagram stories. Even though they made fun of each other all the time, Y/N knew they were loyal and cared about each other. She wished she had a group of friends like that.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry’s voice pulled her out of her thoughts.

She turned back to him with a wide smile. “Nothing. I’m sorry I made you go out wearing this.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He beamed. “I kinda like it now.”

“Liar.”

“It’s true.”

“Wear it on campus tomorrow then.”

“I will.”

Y/N blinked, taken aback by his nonchalance. “Really?”

Harry sighed as he took her face between his palms and kissed her once on the nose. “I’d walk around London naked if you told me to. Layla was right. I’m a simp for you, love.”

Y/N giggled, arms wrapped around his waist. “Well, I wouldn’t ask you to do such a thing. Don’t want all the ladies in London to go after my man.”

“Your man,” Harry said softly, a smile spreading his lips. “I like the sound of it.”

“Guys!”

Harry and Y/N both flinched and whipped their heads to the door. There stood a breathless Niall. “We’re watching a movie in the living room, if anyone wanna join,” Niall told everyone in the kitchen then narrowed his eyes at Harry. “Also, fuck you and your sweater, Styles. Now Layla’s mad at me. Not you, Y/N. You’re good.”

“I like him,” Y/N said as Niall ran off once again.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I don’t anymore,” he chuckled, gently petting Y/N’s hair. “Do you wanna stay and watch a movie with my friends or should we just go? Layla’s mad at Niall so she won’t notice our absence.”

Y/N shook her head. “No. I’d like to stay.”

Harry’s eyes went round when he realised she was being serious.

“It’s fun,” she added, stroking his hair. “I like your friends.”

“Really?” His eyes widened even more. “I was afraid they were too rude to you.”

“I know they were just teasing,” Y/N said. “Well, except for Layla.”

“Definitely not Layla,” Harry agreed. “She was born mean.”

Y/N giggled at the face Harry made with his tongue sticking out. “Well, your friends are so much fun. I like them. As rude and loud as they are.”

“That’s good, love,” Harry said with a sigh of content and relief. He pulled her into him again and kissed her twice on the forehead. “Let’s go, baby. There are still so many people who haven’t seen our ugly sweaters.”

[watermelonlovershigh]

Deck the Halls (SMUT) /blurb/ (12 days of blurbs)

Alternate Title: Harry Fucks You on the Couch & Comes Prematurely

Day 12. > December 25, 2021

AN: Merry Christmas Everyone!!!!! and the person who requested this sadly blocked me for what ever reason so yeah..... why request stuff to not even want to associate with me?

This story contains: fluff, smut

{ husband!harry - soft!harry - any solo era }

word count: 566

12 Days of Christmas Blurbs Masterlist (all previous/coming up blurbs here)

You and Harry have some couch sex and he decks (decorates) your walls with his cum.

Harry went out the the pub with a few of his mates. You stayed home and just watched some Christmas films on the tv. When it started getting late, your eyes begun to shut and you accidently feel asleep on the couch.

Around midnight, Harry comes home to find you asleep, snuggled into the cushions and smiles at the cute sight. He pads over towards the sofa and peels the blanket back, sliding under it with you and lays on top of your chest. You groan before waking up and becoming aware of Harry cuddling you. "Hi, did you have a good time?" you whisper.

Harry lifts his head and mutters, "Yeah, drank one or two beers with the lads. M' not drunk though."

"You know I wouldn't have cared if you were, babe. I'd happily take care of you. Plus, you're a cuddly drunk and I think its cute." you retort back while scratching your husbands scalp.

"I know but last time I got drunk I puked in Niall's car so I promised him I'd not drink as much. And I didn't. You have a very responsible husband, yah know?"

You giggle and reply, "Yes Harry, you're very responsible."

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After laying like that for a couple minutes, you feel Harry start to rut his cock against your thigh. That's when you realize he's fully hard.

"Were you....... wanting to do something about your little problem?" you question slowly.

This has Harry sitting up so he's straddling you and chants, "Yes, yes. Please!" He didn't want to bluntly ask because he didn't know if you'd be in the mood but you're honestly always in the mood for him.

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Clothes go flying across the living room and next thing you know, Harry is pounding you into the sofa. His legs are on either side of your hips and he's holding himself up with his hands on your shoulders. You've placed your hands on his hips, helping him collide with your pussy harder.

You look up and moan at the sight. Harry above you, torso stretched out and head tilted back. "Fuck." you hiss.

Harry looks down while keeping a steady rhythm and knowingly asks, "Yeah, feel good? Taking my cock so well aren't yah? M' gonna deck your walls."

"What?" you burst out laughing. Did he really say he was gonna deck your walls like the Christmas song Deck the Halls.

Harry's face turns a shade of pink before he drops down and hides his face into your neck from embarrassment. "I don't know why I said that. It sounded better in my head."

You move your hands to his back, holding him tightly to your body, and coo, "It's alright, babe. You can go right ahead and deck my walls. Want them painted white with all your cum. Maybe giving me a baby."

"Nhn, shit. I'm coming, fuckin hell." Harry moans loudly. This is the first time Harry has ever came prematurely. It was a mixture of you being so straight forward and telling him to come inside you and you saying that he might be giving you a baby.

When you feel Harry's hot cum shoot up into your cunt, you hurriedly reach down and attach your fingers to your clit. Then you start rubbing aggressively and soon enough, you're coming with him.

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Masterlist (regular smut, fluff & sicfics)

My Favorite Harry Styles Fics MASTERLIST

Harry Styles Series - One Shots & Blurbs Masterlist

Harry Styles blurbs, concepts, & short stories Masterlist- (short writing with little to no dialog)

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mo-d3an’s twelve days of christmas!

This year, I’m doing something a little different with this blog, and I’m going to be doing twelve days of Christmas blurbs! It’s been a long time since I’ve done any significant writing on this blog, so I can’t wait to get underway. I’ll post the first blurb on Monday, December 13th, and the last blurb will post on December 24th. I might post some other things that I think of that pertain to the holidays, but these blurbs are set! Spanning multiple fandoms, I look forward to the writing challenge. I hope you all enjoy!

Day One: “We’re both working a charity event at Christmas, and despite the cold, I don’t really want to go home.” feat. Harry Styles

Day Two: “You got way too drunk at a Christmas party and now we need to get you home somehow.” feat. Drew Starkey

Day Three: “It’s still three weeks until Christmas but you’re already annoying me with your ugly sweaters, the bright lights and the songs you’re always humming, so please, go away – but leave the cookies!” feat. JJ Maybank

Day Four: “Our friends have been trying to get us under the mistletoe all evening.” – feat. Pope Heyward

Day Five: “All the shops are closed and it’s cold and we don’t know each other but we both happened to want to see the Christmas lights.” feat. Owen Joyner

Day Six: “We’ve never met before but we both went to the Christmas market with mutual friends and suddenly everyone’s gone and we’re the only ones still there.” feat. Stiles Stilinski

Day Seven: “You’re new in town and I’m your neighbor and we always throw a little party in our apartment for all singles in the building so why don’t you come celebrate with us?” feat. Bucky Barnes

Day Eight: “Haven’t been in the holiday spirit, but then you invite me over for a surprise movie marathon.” feat. Steve Harrington

Day Nine: “It’s nice to see my family again, but it would be even better if everyone stopped asking me if I’m in a relationship with the friend I brought.” feat. Isaac Lahey

Day Ten: “We’re at a friends Christmas party and- oh shit! There’s my ex and their new significant other.” feat. Sam Wilson

Day Eleven: “We were the only ones wearing Christmas sweaters on the bus, and did you see everyone looking at us?” feat. Peter Parker

Day Twelve: “We’re the only two in the diner on Christmas Eve.” feat. Kol Mikaelson

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all my writing can be found down below. i mostly write harry, but i’m slowly venturing more into niall and have also dabbled in reader insert fics. as always, don’t forget to drop me an ask if you like my writing! enjoy! x

* = smut | wattpad | fic recs | to read

ONGOING FICS

no strings* | harry/ofc | au | 3 chapters | in which mabel and harry just want to have fun without any added commitment and devise a plan: no feelings, no sharing, no strings. just sex.

COMPLETED FICS

in my heart | niall/ofc | au | 8 chapters | val loves nothing more than christmas and organising her stationary. what she doesn’t love, however, is niall. nope, she doesn’t love him at all.

oxford comma* | harry/ofc | ou | 36 chapters | all suzy hopes for is smooth sailing before she’s off on her year abroad, but once a boy from her childhood is thrown back into the mix, she finds herself battling between her head and her heart.

state of grace* | niall/ofc | au | 5 chapters | in a world where haley is trying to make it in the music industry and get over a broken heart, niall is both her muse and number one fan.

ONESHOTS / BLURBS

like a heartbeat | harry/ofc | ou | 6.4k | a oneshot of playful sibling banter, losing yourself to the beat of a song, and two people bonding over their love of the wombats.

just for tonight* | harry/ofc | au | 4.6k | after a stressful week, wren needs a hug from her best friend. however, she soon realises harry is the one in need of a hug (plus a whole lot more).

do i wanna know?* | harry/ofc | au | 17.3k | it’s safe to say that when a distraction in the form of famous actor harry styles crashes into ivy’s life, she is very well going to take it (and in every possible imaginable).

tick | harry/ofc | uni au | 7k | allie thinks she can complete all the hall’s tasks in one night, but so does harry. challenge accepted.

unmatched | harry/reader | ou | 650 | at a gallery opening to support a friend, y/n meets harry and tries her hardest to impress him.

3am pancakes | harry/reader | ou | 1.6k | in which pregnant!y/n wakes up at 3am and is in the mood for her bf harry to cook her pancakes

unholy night* | harry/reader | ou | 5.1k | the one where harry gifts y/n with a heartfelt christmas present & y/n returns the favour in the most intimate way she knows how

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Finally A Masterlist !

(🌶 are the fics with spicy situations x )

Simon Basset ( Duke of Hastings) - Bridgerton

The Duke & I 🌶

Erik Killmonger- Black Panther

Let’s Get Married 

Days Off With Erik blurb 🌶

Roadtrip with Erik 

Reader Tells Erik She’s Pregnant College Au

 Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store / Taking Erik to the beauty supply store 2

Hiding Erik’s Christmas Presents 

Girls Trip Series🌶: Part 1 Part 2 

Next Lifetime Series 🌶: Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  part 4 part 5

Harry Styles 

Sunflower Vol. 6 

Viktor Drago- Creed 

-they are in the same timeline-

Mine🌶

Holidays At The Drago Household

Date Night with The Dragos 🌶

Jordan Fisher

A requested Happy Birthday Fic

Rio- Good Girls

You’ll Learn To Hate Me But Still Call Me Baby🌶

Spooky- On My Block

Trick Or Treat 🌶

Lovers In A Dangerous Time

Sebastian Stan

requested: Red Carpet with Sebastian

M’Baku -Black Panther

Still In Love 🌶

Big Chop

The Way You Make Me Feel 🌶

Trevante Rhodes 

Bf Does My Makeup Challenge 

Karlous Miller

85 South Show 🌶

Wild N Out 

Tyler Lepley 

Swipe Right 

Atticus Freeman -Lovecraft Country

Can I Come Home 🌶

Woody McClain

I think I can convince you to stay

Yahya 

i forgot to be your lover 

Carmen Berzatto - The Bear

Nights Like This 🌶

Chef's Kiss 🌶

Tom Holland

Actors on Actors

The Hollands on Insta

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Styles Towers. || 18

Authors Note: With the Book coming to an end, I feel it is necessary to take a moment to write a proper authors Note. So here I go. This book started off as a ten chapter CEO fanfic that I had no intentions of attaching too or writing to this extent. On 08 DEC 2016, I posted the first chapter and I had no damn clue that just over a year later I would have turned that 10 chapter idea into two books- 39 chapters. I don't know how or why I got so attached to these two characters, I still have no idea how I came up with half the ideas that I did. This writing has gotten me through another year, it has gotten me through some hard times and some freaking amazing times. In a non-cliche way, this novel became my safe haven and now that it is over, I am not quite sure what to do with myself. I didn't think it would be this hard to finish this, and I don't mean to sound dramatic but this is quite literally a piece of me. This became my heart and soul, it is my little baby I have cherished and grown and it is now leaving the nest, in a sense. Maybe one day I will open this book back up, make some edits and maybe even continue it fully somehow into the rest of their lives, but until then, all I have left are the small blurbs about these characters I post to Tumblr. I hope you guys have relished the journey of these characters and have enjoyed reading this as much as I have writing it. Thank you to everyone that has read this and to those who have waited through the dry periods of me not posting for a few weeks and suddenly posting. Thank you for being patient and understanding. And a special thank you to my mutuals that have helped me edit chapters and allowed me to bounce ideas off of them at an ungodly hour. I am so sorry for the 3 am messages, but I promise it was well worth it. :') Thanks again, all the love - N :) Xx (There will be an Epilogue).

Master List

What a wonderful world.

February 14th, 2022.

Belatedly, Harry and I have managed to obtain common ground— after he was released from the Hospital right before Christmas— we came to a union: Harry keeps the business on the condition his hours are limited, there are no more secrets or skeletons in the closet and he takes the time to listen when I try to help him, (more so when it comes to him overworking and ruining himself) and will adjust his schedule when the baby arrives.

To say the least, we have been amply great the weeks leading up to today; Harry has been cooperating with physical therapy, he has his moments where he struggles with everything. There are some nights he doesn’t sleep because of the constant repressed memories that eat him alive from his childhood and leading up to now. There have been times we have had to leave restaurants or certain places because the crowds or certain sounds trigger him. Sometimes I have woken him from nightmares that have left him drenched in sweat and with ragged breaths. Although he has his bad days, he also has his good where the caring, loving man I fell in love with makes an appearance. As for business, Harry is discovering how to draw a line between work and business and most of all he is transforming back to the man I used to know. As for me, well, my only significant job has been to continue growing our child, Harry's words, not mine, and my job has been to help and support Harry through all this. Harry has been hesitant about enabling me to put in hours at work but hasn't had much of a choice than to just bite his tongue and get over it.

It turns out I am just like Harry; I have to always be doing something. I can't sit down and watch Netflix for too long— I go stir crazy— I guess Harry rubbed off on me.

I feel the sheets of the bed shift effortlessly and my lips curve into a smile— Harry’s awake. I observe his body warmth inching closer before his lips caress to the side of my cheek, “good morning, darling.” His voice is delicate and sweet before he settles back to his side of the bed and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Good morning, what time is it?”

“It’s time for me to get up and get dressed.” … “How long have you been awake?”

I cock my head to my right shoulder and look at Harry, “jus’ woke up.”

Harry chuckles modestly to himself before he props himself up on his side with a slight wince, “Sweetheart, I know that is a lie.”

“Just an hour, do you need me today?”

“Always need ya,” Harry responds before he leans closer and kisses me gently before he, once again, removes his lips and shifts in the bed to launch himself to his feet.

I shift my own position and relax my back on the headrest, watching as Harry shuffles his way to the wardrobe and clasps his hand to the doorknob. “I meant at work. Any CAO duties that need taking care of?”

Harry overlooks my question and draws out a button up and his suit pants, “I have a meeting at eight and nine and we have one at eleven and then I am just doing paperwork, I was thinking we could go out for dinner?”

“Oh, so you remember what today is?” I challenge.

“Today is Monday.”

I raise a brow but I decide to disregard the fact he appears to have forgotten today is Valentine's day, I can’t really blame him, we agreed not to go overboard with Valentine's Day, mainly it was my idea when I was having quite the mood swing.

Harry and I waste no time with getting ready and hurrying around the house for last minute things.

“Elise, come on, we’re going to be late,” Harry’s voice echoes the hallways.

“Give me a minute, damn.”

“You’ve had thirty, let’s go,” Harry mutters, hurrying me out the door and grabbing my coat for me, being too impatient to wait another minute.

“Why are you pissy this morning? You were fine in bed.”

Harry sighs as he presses the button to unlock his car, “jus’ stressed and my fucking wound hurts like a bitch–ignore me being a prick.”

“I had planned too,” I respond, wandering to the passenger seat of the car as he mutters something under his breath.

***

“What’s wrong?” Harry questions as his eyes are focused on the road, his left hand clutching his coffee. “I can see you from the corner of my eye,” he informs me, shifting to glance at me for a brief moment before he’s back to the road.

“I don’t really know.”

“You don’t know what’s wrong and why you’re squirming in your seat like a child who can’t keep still?” Harry questions, taking a sip of his coffee before setting it back down in the cup holder.

“I’m nauseous.”

“That’s fucking great, just when we have an important meeting,” he murmurs, not being sympathetic in the slightest way, “do you need me to take you back home?”

“No, but thank you for being incredibly sweet.” I sneeringly respond, leaning my head against the window as the car comes to a stop, early morning traffic coming to a standstill.

I overhear him groan before I sense his hand press against my thigh, without much thought, I brush it away from me, “Elle, I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Is it the coffee? Do you want me to throw it out?” He offers, keeping his voice pleasant and patient.

“No.”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Sorry, I’m a bit irritated that you act like I’m a burden to you. ‘That’s fucking great’” I mimic his voice, glaring over at him as he laments.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.”

“Just drive, Harry. You have an important meeting to get to."

"Are we going to argue about this?" Harry challenges, leaning back and closing eyes for a moment.

We aren't going anywhere for a while in this traffic.

"We wouldn't need to argue if you weren't an arse. Good to know you still haven't learned your lesson," I grumble, hitting a nerve with him as I perceive his scintillating, loam-grey eyes sear into me as I lean back against the window.

"Oh, no. Don't try to pull that card," he shakes his head, "I put my life on the damn line and regret that night, trust me, I learned a fucking lesson."

"Clearly."

"Did you just wake up and decide you aspired to be pissy? For fuck's sake Elise, what is your bloody problem?"

"You just dismissed me as a burden because WE have an important business meeting. Again, I am second and your business is first."

He operates his fingers through his curls that are just starting to curl at the ends and he takes a deep breath, "should have gone with Logan, dammit," he grunts and I glare at him before I swat his chest, a groan escaping his lips.  "I deserved that," Harry acknowledges with a dainty grin, "damn you have a hard hit, taught you well."

"Harry-" I roll my eyes, bothered with my husband that despite being an arse, I love more than anything. Nearly losing him twice almost destroyed me, and I know he doesn't mean it when he utters things similar to, 'I should have gone with Logan.' I know that it is part of his coping mechanism but it dawns on me every day that fate was on our side twice and granted him enough strength to be waking up beside me every morning.

He takes a breath, "I'm sorry but in my defence-" He clears his throat as I narrow my eyes at him and raise a brow, "fuck... I am sorry, I love you more than anything, I am an arse," he shrugs, "but I still love you and you still love me and that is all that matters."

"Smooth, real smooth."

"I know," he winks, "care to give me a kiss?"

"Not really, still upset with you."

"Oh, come on, darling, just a small kiss... I'm sorry, don't leave me hanging," he purses his lips for a kiss, leaning over to me with his hand on the steering wheel and his foot still on the break.

I sigh and giggle, unable to resist his charming enchanting, clay-grey eyes with his pursing lips. I kiss his lips lightly, "I love you," I mumble against his lips.

He pulls away and looks towards the traffic, "we're going to be here a while, this is why I hate not using my driver."

"And why didn't you use him this morning?"

Harry shrugs, "for some reason I felt like driving, I now regret it. How are you feeling?"

"The same, are you ready for the meetings?" I question, starting a very long conversation with him over his meetings to keep us occupied while stuck in the traffic.

*** ***

The moment we step into Styles Headquarters, Niall is there pacing up and down the waiting area of the elevators. I am surprised he hasn't worn the flooring thin, between him and Harry, I am not sure who is worse with pacing various domains of this building. He flicks his head towards us the second he overhears my shoes sounding against the marble floor. "Niall, mate, you look like you're about to have kittens, what's goin' on?" Harry questions as he stands behind me, his hands drawing my coat off my shoulders and down my arms before folding it over his arm and enveloping his other arm around me and stepping beside me.

"Business or personal first?"

"Business," Harry responds as I look up to see the elevator numbers descending.

"Anastasia is upstairs."

"Well yes, I would assume so considering she didn't call out and this is her work place, Niall." Harry comments as we step into the elevator and Niall follows before pressing the button to the floor we need to go to.

"Yeah, but I forgot what today is and I don't have anything planned, didn't even get flowers."

"Seems like someone else I know," I mutter, gently nudging Harry, reminding him that he seems to have forgotten that today is Valentine's Day.

Harry ignores my comment and my nudge as he looks towards Niall, "well, you're shit out of luck, ain't yeh mate?"

"I was hoping you would have some advice like you always do when I fuck up."

"Try and find reservations to a nice restaurant, if that doesn't work, cook something at home and do something romantic." ... "After our meetings or during lunch, go out and buy some bloody roses or whatever flowers she fancies, add some chocolate or wine, or buy her diamonds, every lady loves diamonds, but don't forget that this isn't about what you buy her, it is about loving each other... and no, I am not just saying that because Elise is right here listening to me," Harry informs Niall just as the elevator doors open.

"Niall, bring her lunch with flowers that way if you can't think of anything romantic for later, you at least tried with lunch," I pipe in before I step out in front of the two men and the two of them talk amongst themselves while I stride to my office. I push open my door and suddenly, I am the arse of the morning. My eyes scan my office that has multiple bouquets of roses adorned around it. My lips curve up into a smile as I shuffle closer and breathe in the scent of the roses.

"Didn't think I would really forget, did yeh?" Harry's voice distracts me and I turn on my heel to face him while he wanders closer to me.

"Kinda," I nod, "thank you for being sweet."

"You're welcome," he wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer to him, his hands falling to the small of my back, "I love you. I don't say this a lot but I am so thankful for yeh, you're the best thing to happen to me, you're my safe haven. I love you more than I am capable of expressing, no amount of roses, diamonds or any gift expresses how much I love you. Promise me one thing?"

"What's that?" I softly ask, caressing my hands to his chest, my fingertips welcoming the delicate silk of his shirt.

"Never leave me, love yeh too much."

"I promise, you kinda tied me down," I wink, holding up my left hand, "this ring kinda promises that, darling." I show him my engagement ring and wedding band. "If I haven't left after seven years of dating and nearly a year of marriage, I think I'm good," I assure Harry, leaning up and kissing him gently.

"Mhm, good. I have to get to my first meeting," he mumbles between kisses and his stubble rubs against my lips.

I press my hand to rub against his dark stubble, "you need to shave,"

He laughs, "I would have this morning, but someone, not naming any names, took too long in the bathroom getting ready."

"Hey," I benevolently press my lips against his, "it takes time to look like this."

"Sweetheart, you're beautiful either way. I will talk to you later."

"Mhm, go kick ass in the meeting."

He winks, "I plan to," Harry chuckles before he unwraps his arms from me and proceeds his way out of my office, leaving me solely with my roses and the collection of work he has for me.

*** ***

Niall wanders into my office with that adoring smile of his and bright nautical-blue eyes. “You don’t look cheery,” he instantly comments, “who’s ass am I kicking? And if it’s Harry’s, I can’t do it.” Niall snickers and I shake my head at him, lifting my head off of the palm of my hand and straightening my posture.

“What’s up, Niall? What do I owe this visit? Bring me flowers?” I joke.

“Ah, very funny... Think you have enough," he gestures towards my array of roses, "Ye' husband out here making me look like a slacker... Anyway, James fucked up on his work and I was wondering if you could fix it?” He grants me that friendly smile of his he uses when he wants me to do something.

I heavily sigh and screw up my nose, not fond of the thought of doing extra work, “Why can’t Harry fix it?”

“Eh… he’s in a shitty mood, I feel bad Fo’ James because it’s his second day and doesn’t need pissy Harry in his case.”

I nod, agreeing with him, “he’s just in pain, send me the work and I will fix it.”

“Ah, that explains why he has been pacing.”

“Yeah, he can’t sit for long if he’s sore. The bloody wound is bothering him and we all get to suffer with him.” … “may his father rot in prison.” I murmur, having no remorse for the fact Harry’s father will never witness the light of day again.

“Hm, so now I know what’s up with him. What’s wrong with you? If you don’t wanna tell me, fine. But Anastasia is about to come in here and bug you because she said you’ve been in here quietly all morning.”

I sigh heavily and shrug, “I don’t feel well at all.”

“And you’re still here because?” He challenges crossing his arms over his chest and narrowing his eyes in the same manner Harry does.

To a certain extent, they’re precisely alike, it’s uncanny.

“I’m sick of being at home. I’ve spent the last two months mainly at home with Harry. I loathe being home alone and bored out of my mind.” … “I have work to do. If I don’t get it done the CEO will make everyone work overtime until everything is finished.”

“I’m sure he will understand.”

“Yeah, he will understand… that’s part of the problem.”

“What do you mean?”

“Harry and I overheard one of the men say Harry gives me special treatment.”

Niall laughs and I stare at him, confused as to what he finds amusing. “That’s a load of bullshit, he’s much kinder to all the women then what he is the men. He’s a pushover with the ladies. That guy is just a twit, probably going to get fired soon.”

“He’s entitled to have his own opinion, Niall.”

“Yeh, the wrong opinion, Elise.” Niall shakes his head, “go tell your husband you’re going home, C'mon, no need for you to sit ‘ere and slave away.”

“No. I’m fine.”

“Whatever ye’ say, darlin’. I have a meeting to prepare for, hope you get to feelin’ better.” Niall responds with his gregarious personality and galactic smile before exiting my office, leaving me alone with my back aches, nausea and the mass of work that needs to be completed.

I profoundly sigh as I stare at the time, ten-fifteen in the morning. I tense and let out a breath, the dull pain in my back turning into a lot more than a dull pain. The pain eases up after a few moments and I breathe gradually, attempting to relax.

Harry steps into my office, “hey, Elle, Mr.Bass is here, we have ten minutes.” Harry informs me while his hands adjust his tie.

“Do you think you can do the meeting without me?”

Harry shakes his head, “it’s going to look like I am giving you special treatment. I don’t want to be at this meeting either.”

“Ha–“ I’m cut off before I can justify my reasoning for requiring to skip the meeting.

“Elle, the meeting is in ten.” Harry alters his tone of voice and becomes stern, his fulgent, smaragdine-green eyes narrowing down on me. “Don’t forget to bring those files.” Harry gestures towards the documents on my desk that are in precise order and are required for this godforsaken meeting that evidently nobody wants to attend.

Harry turns on his heel and makes his way towards the door. “Arse,” I murmur, leaning back in my chair.

“Heard that, babe.” Harry’s voice chimes and I shrug.

“You were meant to,” I respond with quite the bitchy tone of my voice.

Harry swivels on his heel to glance over at me, “I’m still the CEO, technically your boss.” Harry points out.

Deep down I know he means nothing by it, he gets pissy and tense before certain meetings– not to mention, he may be the CEO but we are still equals in this, in fact, I own 51% of the company, settling me that tiny bit over the edge of Harry. Which also means, when it comes down to influential voting within the business, I technically get the overall say.

Interesting, huh?

I give him a sarcastic smile, “my boss is an arse.” … “don’t forget that 1% leverage I have. You know, the one you insisted on me having to prove a point that the business was ours and not just yours?”

He rolls his eyes, “I am aware,” Harry grumbles lamentably, “my wife is testing my patients as a CEO.”

“My husband is just being an outright arse today.”

“Eh,” Harry shrugs, “would you like to use that1% to rule in your favour of not attending the meeting, Mrs.Styles?”

I can sense the cynicism in his voice and I can sense his lambent eyes streaming with that certainty and cockiness they inhabit when he has a cocky sneer brewing. “Fuck you.”

“Not now, darling. I have an important meeting. See ya in seven minutes,” he winks cheekily and I roll my eyes at him and release a heavy sigh.

I stand from my chair, “Harry?” … “can I have my husband for a minute and not the CEO?” I question, watching as he nods his head and steps closer to the desk.

“I can do my best.”

“Can you rub my lower back, please? I know you can’t give me special treatment but for two minutes don’t be the pissy CEO.” I semi-beg, requiring a warm hand to caress to my lower back and knead it for a few moments, anything to help the discomfort that keeps rippling through it every so often.

He doesn’t think twice before his right hand is clasped to my shoulder and his left hand is massaging soothing circles in the small of my back, “where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

“Right there.” … “owe,” I whine softly, not wanting to come off too much as a needy pest who doesn’t want to be here.

He draws his hand away and leans over my shoulder to kiss my cheek, “there you go. Your loving husband now needs to go back to being a CEO, so… are you ready for that meeting because your ten minutes is up.”

“You’re like a dog with a bone. Relentless.” I roll my eyes, clasping the data on my desk before I’m facing Harry.

“I love you, after this meeting, you can go home.”

“Why, thank you, boss.” I cheekily wink at him.

“I love you, too, Harry.” Harry attempts to mimic my voice, causing me to chuckle for what feels like the first time this morning since he left for the meeting at seven-fifteen.

“I’m not allowed to tell my boss I love him, isn’t that against the code of conduct?”

He rolls his eyes at me, “well, you never listen to rules anyway.”

“Mhm. I love you, though. But you need to tone it down on being an asshole.” I inform him as we walk out of my office and into the main area.

*** ***

“Good afternoon and welcome. I am Harry Styles and I am the CEO of Styles & Co.” Harry introduces himself to Mr. Bass, the current prominent client Harry needs, and Mr. Bass's team.

"This morning, my team will take you through all aspects of our business. With us today is Elise CAO and president, and Niall Horan, executive vice president, Chief of finance and administration and treasurer. Also here today is Charles Taylor, our director of corporate planning." Harry introduces us to the others and I am compelled to fake a loving smile yet also a firm business appearance.

This is Charles’ first time sitting in on a meeting. Harry thought it was time to permit the man do his job. After the incident with their father and the whole announcement of fuckery, Charles was put through, Harry was the one to reach out and encourage Charles.

On the agreement Charles keeps up to date with therapy sessions and administers a squeaky clean reputation, Charles gets to operate at Styles & Co to get back on his feet before venturing out and attempting to start his own business, with the help of Harry.

Their father shredded Charles entirely of the business he had started, all his assets and earnings. Their father almost stripped him of his soon to be wife.

In a way, this is Harry making up for the lost time with Logan and fixing what has been broken. Charles Taylor is now under the wing of Harry and today Charles is receiving a taste of the influential world of his brother.

As for their Father, well, he pleaded guilty to all counts he was convicted of. Since he offered his guilty plea, any reduction attributable to the plea was applied to the sentence he received. He was charged with a Level one attempted murder charge under the SECTION 224 CRIMINAL JUSTICE ACT 2003. He was sentenced to an indeterminate sentence, which means the parole board (formally referred to as the Board of Parole Hearings) determines when an he is eligible for release. He has 25 years to life. The “25" is the determinate; "life" is the indeterminate sentence. Once he serves his minimum of 25 years, he is eligible for parole but it does not mean it will be determined that he is ready to "re-enter" society without posing an unnecessary public safety risk. With the charges against him on Charles behalf, the chances of the father being released by the board are slim to none. By the time his minimum sentencing is up, he will be seventy-eight years old and to be quite honest, I think justice will be served to him and he won't live for another twenty-five years. Incarceration lowers the lifespan expectancy… to be quite honest, he should already be six feet under and buried instead of Logan.

Niall gets the slide up on the presentation screen before he is handed the reins to present. “I would like to draw your attention to the fact that this presentation does contain forward-looking statements and actual results may differ as a result of many factors, some of which are noted on this slide.” Niall gestures towards the screen as Harry takes his seat beside me, subtly taking my hand under the table.

It's something that isn't unusual, most of the times I have to sit in on the meetings, he grasps my hand. It is a bit of a sweet gesture on his behalf. For me, it is pleasing to know that he is there. On the rare occasions that I do manage to fuck up, he always manages to step in at the right time and back me up. Sometimes just a simple squeeze of his hand calms my nerves.

I glance down at the file in front of me containing Mr. Bass’s business funds, mentally rolling my eyes at the fact he is making this meeting longer than what it requires to be. It is either a yes or no on whether he is going to do business with Styles & Co.

Personally, I would have pulled out by now, mainly because he doesn’t appear like a man that is interested in doing business with Harry, I think he is just wasting our time, but Harry has a better understanding of all this than what I do.

The performance summary of Mr. Bass is fair, from what I gather of the documents in front of me. But I of all people know that past performances should not be seen as a reliable indicator of future results.

As of 31 December 2021:

Equity — 33.1% — £1,324,492.70

Bonds — 50.5% — £2,021,986.10

Property— 3.9% — £156,214.00

Hedge Funds —2.5% — £100,778.78

Liquidity Funds— 7.0% — £279,522.06

Cash— 3.1% — £123,913.25

I say his file is decent, essentially because even at our companies worst and downfall, our performance summary was much higher as a whole. Individually, Harry’s performance summary was also much greater than what I see. Then again, in the year before the downfall, 2020, Styles & Co was posting 23 billion pounds in revenue and 2.3 billion pounds in profit.

I clear my throat subtly, curling my toes in my shoes while pain travels through my back, impelling its way towards my stomach. I glance over at the watch on my wrist: Just twenty minutes since the last spring of agony. I follow the time, attempting to take deep, subtle breaths while monitoring how long the pain lasts. Thirty-five seconds, that is how long it lasts, although it seems more like ten fucking minutes.

I squeeze his hand once, twice, three times, our signal that indicates we need to stop what we are doing and leave. It has been our signal for as long as we have been together, something we have applied a few times.

I glance over at him and he shakes his head, for the first time ever, neglecting our signal.

I attempt again and this time he lets go of my hand.

If I could scream at him and strangle him right now, I would. I know he needs this client to get on board with his proposal, but I require him to pay attention because either our child is going to make its grand appearance today or something is wrong.

*** ***

I managed to get through the meeting, only mentally hitting Harry in the balls every time I felt pain.

The meeting didn’t go as outlined, Mr. Bass didn’t propose to sign the contract with Harry, I even tried to coax him and work my magic when I wasn’t having cramps.

“Now that the meeting is over, can I speak?” I wearily sigh as Harry launches a portfolio to the middle of the table.

“What do you want Elise?” He’s pissed.

I know. I get it.

He just lost out on a half a million dollar deal, but this is just another example of where he needs to draw a line between business and me.

His phone vibrates against the table and he wastes no time with clasping it with his hands, dismissing me for a moment.

“Mr. Bass, how may I help you?” Harry greets cheerily and I roll my eyes at his change of mood and tone. “I understand your concerns, as my wife pointed out, we can alter the stipulations and concerns… If we could find a way to deal with your objections, would you sign the contract on Thursday the 17th?” Harry questions and there’s a pause for a moment.

I let out a breath as I shift uncomfortably in the chair, “Hold on one second while I look at my schedule, Mrs.Styles agreed that the 17th also isn’t a good date.” I roll my eyes at the fact Harry is lying through his teeth and playing this man very well. Harry desires this deal and will go along with whatever the man says without sounding like a pushover who is desperate for the man's signature on the dotted line. “The 27th?” Harry glances towards me and I shake my head.

He needs to have the deal closed by the 25th.

“How about the 24th?” Harry proposes, biting his lip as he taps his foot.

I can only assume the man is going to put up an immeasurable belligerence against the dates. He’s not shallow, I am sure he is knowledgeable that Harry needs the signature by a certain date and is going to do his best to get the best out of Harry. “Taking all of your requirements and desires into consideration, I think my two specialised teams would work best for you. The sooner we get this underway, the better it is for you in the long run.” Harry’s not budging on advancing the man any more incentives to sign on our schedule.

I let out a breath and wince, a piercing pain making itself known, but Harry’s too busy attempting to persuade his client to sign the damn contract. “Yes, of course. We are considering specific data procedures to help deepen our understanding.” His enchanting, clay-grey eyes catch mine and he studies me warily while listening to Mr. Bass. “I completely understand your notion.”

My hand presses to the edge of the desk and I squeeze it in an attempt to divert the pain away, my knuckles turning white. “I assure you my team can handle that.” He swivels on his chair before he leans over and takes my hand, his eyes darting around, perhaps in an attempt to figure out what’s going on. “Absolutely, so how does the 24th sound?” Harry screws his nose up and I can only assume he was rejected again for the specific date.

It’s when I squeeze his hand and let out a moan while bowing my head that he becomes more alert, “are you okay?” He mouths and it takes everything in me not to lie.

I want to tell him I am, I do. But let’s face it. I’m not. And I haven’t been okay.

I shake my head and gulp, clutching his hand as my only outlet, a heavy groan of pain escaping my lips. “Mr. Bass, I will have to reschedule, I need to go.” He’s blunt and somewhat unprofessional with how he dismisses the call.

I’m quite astounded.

He puts his phone down, “what’s going on? And don’t try lie, I saw your grimace.”

I clear my throat, “I’m having contractions.”

“Like Braxton Hicks?”

“No.” I shake my head, “Actual contractions.” … “I’m pretty sure it’s time. They’re fifteen minutes apart and getting worse.”

“You’re kidding, right?” … “you still have two weeks.”

I glare over at him and blink at him for a moment, “fuck, you’re serious?”

His eyes grow wide and he springs to his feet quicker than I can blink. “Let’s get you out of here. How long? Has your water broken?” He challenges, helping me up swiftly.

“Since about five this morning. I thought it was just the usual aches and pains.”

“For fuck's sake, and you’re just now saying something? It’s bloody one.”

I shrug, “they weren’t this bad. When was I meant to say something? You cut me off when I tried to tell you before the meeting that I wanted to go home.” … “and I didn’t want to interrupt halfway through the meeting… you kinda ignored our signal.”

“Christ,” Harry murmurs, “I’m such an arse, I’m sorry.” … “Niall!! Get your fuckin’ ass here!” Harry shouts as we reach the door.

Niall looks over from Anastasia’s desk with a startled expression before he’s in front of us. “Anastasia,” Harry calls over in a gentler tone, “get my car keys from my office and bring my car to the front, please, hurry.” … “Niall walk with me,” Harry instructs as his arm is securely around me and we wander further down the office. “You’re in charge while I’m gone. Don’t take any bullshit from anyone, move my meeting at three to next week. Make sure to call Mr. Bass and tell him I am sorry I ended the call abruptly but my wife is in labour. While you’re at it, see if you can get him to stop being such a prick and to just sign the damn contract before the 25th.”

Niall nods and takes everything that Harry says as we reach the elevator that multiple people are waiting on.

The doors to the elevator open and I groan as I perceive it full off staff and people from the meeting that was held on another floor with the people who work for me. “Everyone out,” Harry instructs and Niall quite literally ushers everyone out.

“Don’t you think that was rude?” I softly challenge as Niall taps the button for the ground floor.

“Do you think I care?” Harry questions and I can’t help but chuckle to myself, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay right now, I have about seven more minutes before another contraction hits.”

***

By the time we step out the front of Styles’ Towers, Anastasia is standing by Harry’s car, his keys dangling in her hands with a wide smile pressed to her lips. She opens the passenger door for me and wastes no time comforting me with her sweet words of encouragement and enthusiasm. Harry takes the keys from Anastasia and politely thanks her while he assists me into the car. “You two have everything under control, right?” He turns to them both and they nod, assuring him they are fine.

There’s no doubt in my mind that they don’t have this under control— they pretty much were the backbone to the business when Harry was in hospital both times and I was the one doing his job. They coaxed me through everything and Niall took everything on his shoulders to help out the best he could. He’s a great business partner and to be honest, he should be the one who owns the business with Harry, not me. But, in all of this, Niall does get a hefty sum of finances, about 2 million pounds worth of finances.

I’m certain Niall and Anastasia along with the rest of the staff can keep things under control for a day or two.

The moment Harry gets in the car he inhales and exhales a few deep breaths, having a bit of a moment to process the current events. I can only imagine his thoughts are racing and he’s internally freaking out, if this is true labour, he’s going to be a father in a few hours— I know that worries him still. It probably always will.

He turns the key in the ignition and grasps my hand. I give him a little squeeze, waiting for him to stare at me before I give him a tender smile, assuring him that it will all be okay. He grins softly and swiftly leans over and kisses my cheek before turns his focus to the road and begins to pull out of the parking space.

“I’m really sorry for being an arse today, I shouldn’t have made you go to the meeting, I should have listened.” … “do you forgive me? I promise I’m working on being a better husband and not putting work first, it’s hard to transition sometimes and–“ Harry rambles on, and although it is incredibly thoughtful and adorable to overhear him ramble on with an apology and be entirely sincere about calling himself an arse, I’m not in the mood to have him grovel.

“Harry… it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“H, I know you’re sorry, but please for the love of God quit grovelling and drive because this contraction is fucking long.”

“Okay, okay, I’m doing my best, just relax,” Harry mutters, his eyes darken and focused on the road.

“Telling me to relax doesn’t help, Harry.”

“Baby, I don’t know what to tell you,” Harry breathes out, “squeeze my hand if you need to. Breathe, remember to breathe. There we go… talk to me to keep your mind off the pain.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

“Anything, love. Tell me about… uh— fuck, you tell me everything so I don’t know what you can tell me… oh, talk to me about that book you were reading… you were meant to tell me about it but last night but I fell asleep. Tell me now. I want all the details.” …

I chuckle, remembering that he did fall asleep on me last night when I was meant to tell him about the book because he was genuinely interested. “Before I tell you about the book, Happy Valentine’s Day, I am sorry if you had special plans or a reservation, I know you usually do a dinner for me and—”

“Hey, don’t apologise. This is more important. I’d rather meet our baby than worry about dinner,” Harry chuckles, “Happy Valentine’s Day, you’re giving me quite the gift of love here.” …

*** ***

Eight Hours have passed since I was admitted and I wish I could say it has been a lovely experience that they all rave about online and in the bloody books. No, it has been eight hours of back pain and swearing.

By now, I have called Harry every single name under the sun, and somehow he hasn’t snapped once. Not once. He has taken it like a man.

He has been exceptional the last eight hours though, tending to my every need, getting me ice chips, adjusting the lighting in the room, massaging my back and helping me walk around the room to help ease the contractions. He has been more help than I thought he would be. I honestly thought he’d crack under pressure and freak the fuck out. But, he has stayed calm this whole time and done everything possible to make me comfortable.

As a forty-five-second contraction comes to an end and I release Harry’s hand from my own, I cock my head to the side to glance at him, “I’m scared, H,”

“I know, me too,” he responds, “me too, darling.”

“No… I can’t do this... I’m not ready…”

“Hey,” he whispers, shifting a few strands of hair away from my face, “I have never once heard you say you can’t do something, believe me, if either of us can do this, it is you. You are ready. There’s nothing you can’t do. Fucking convinced you’re not human at this point. You have constantly blown my mind over the years with all you can do.”

I shake my head, “I’m not, I need more time, Harry I need time.”

“Sweetheart, don’t freak out on me, you’re the strong level headed one, you have this under control. I promise you’re ready, you’re doing a fucking amazing job, you have done an amazing job ‘til now, you’ve got this, you’re a fucking badass.”

I chuckle at his comment as I continue to take deep breaths, well aware that it is only a few more minutes before another contraction hits.

If you had of told me three years ago that I would be married to Harry and having his child, I would have laughed my ass off, essentially because, as stated several times before, Harry wasn’t really the marrying type. And when I say this, I mean it in a good way. He always said he didn’t want to get married until he was one-hundred percent ready; I didn’t expect him to pop the question out of the blue when we had talked so little about marriage. When it comes to children, I have always had an inkling he didn’t want to have children and I understand his theory and reasons for it now that he has opened up about his Father.

It’s funny how things change and how they shape so swiftly. When we had the scare while he was on a business trip, I anticipated him to react the way he did and shut down but also handle things well. What I didn’t expect was for him to have this glimmer in his enrapturing, loam-grey eyes when he spoke about kids. It was a bittersweet moment when I told him it was a false positive, mainly because we weren’t ready for a family and because it made me realise there was something that sparked in him that deep down he wanted a family. Then, when I found out was pregnant, I can’t deny the fact that I had a breakdown and had to promptly compose myself while Addalyn stared at me. I think I was the one who had the initial ‘holy mother of God’ moment. When I told Harry the news, I expected him to act out in a little bit, but he didn’t— he was happy, genuinely happy.

Either way, right now, I don’t feel like I am ready. I am not sure we are entirely ready. Sure, we have the nursery set up; we have blankets galore— our child will never go cold— we have more baby clothes than the baby really requires and more teddy bears and stuffed animals than we know what to do with, (thanks to Harry). Harry became delicate and sweet, an entire 180 from the CEO mentality. He bought our baby teddy bears and soft toys because he remembers always discovering comfort in teddybears while growing up. I never asked for too much detail, I gathered that they were his safe haven and what gave him a sense of home. Instead of asking about it all, I just let him buy stuffed toys until his heart was content.

Despite having the nursery ready and feeling as though I have been ready. I am not. Not even close.

Another rippling contraction takes harbour in my body and for a split moment, I wish it was him going through this and not me. "Fuck you for doing this to me," I mutter through my teeth.

"I love you, just a few more seconds, you’ve got this.. atta girl." … “about twenty more seconds, darling.” …  “breathe, Elle.”

“That’s not helping,” I groan just as the delivery nurse strolls in with a smile.

She wouldn’t be smiling if she was in my position.

The moment I get the news that it’s finally time to push, I think my world stops.

I don’t think I can mentally or physically do this. I thought I could, but I can’t.

Harry grabs my hand and leans closer, “Hey, I can see you’re freaking out right now, I know, believe me, I’m scared too. You’re doing wonderfully. I know you’re in pain, I know you hate me right now, but in a few moments, it’ll all be worth it. I’ve never known you to give up when the going gets tough…. you’re going to make a kick-ass mum… look at me, Elle… I promise you can do this. I’m right here beside you, you’re going great.” Of all the speeches he has given me in the last eight hours, I think this one is the one that I’ve liked the most. “Put me to shame and show me how much of a strong, incredible woman you are.” He smiles, squeezing my hand gently.

He reaches over and grasps a wet washcloth and touches it to my forehead, “I have one hell of an amazing wife who’s about to be one hell of an amazing mother. I’m so proud of you, just a little more, Elle,” He’s swift to encourage me through a contraction.

*** ***

The CEO doesn’t cry on many occasions whether happy or sad, I’m the one that is more in touch with my emotional side, but waking up to see the man of my dreams with a beautiful little boy swaddled in his arms and tears down his face is something I’ll never forget. Nor will I forget his tears that I saw at twelve past ten P.M. When the nurse announced the time of arrival and soft, beautiful cries filled the room.

My eyes open as I hear the one voice that is quite literally music to my ears. I smile to myself as I hear him humming a melody that I know is familiar. Something that I remember used to be sung to me when I was little by my Dad.

“I see trees of green, red roses too,” Harry softly begins to sing, his voice brightening the room with his beautiful tone. Every rare moment I hear him sing, it makes my heart. “I  see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.” His voice is soothing, calming and the most wonderful thing I can ever hear. His voice is like spring. It is like waking up one morning to gaze out and observe the world as a wayfarer-blue sky. Heavenly, divine and captivating in every way.  Spring skies are extraordinary and brilliant, and just like his voice, they're a continuum of blessings and happiness that salves both spirit and soul. His voice is like when you gaze out into a charming flourishing meadow on an early morning and your eyes catch the squillions of glint-silver dewdrops that are dampened in the meadow, the way they catch the sunrays displays them flawlessly. And just like that, Harry's voice is of that a squillions glint-silver dewdrops that shine radiantly when noticed on unique occurrences. “I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.” … “I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.”

I keep quiet while listening to Harry sing, unaware that I am awake and can hear him. “The colours of the rainbow so pretty in the sky. Are also on the faces of people going by. I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do. They're really saying I love you.” Hearing him sing the lyrics send shivers down my back and I mean that in the most loving way— when I couldn’t sleep at night when I was much younger, my Dad would tuck me in with my favourite stuffed teddy bear and blanket, he’d get in my little bed and softly sing the song to me.

“I hear babies crying, I watch them grow. They'll learn much more than I'll never know. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.”

“Yes, I think to myself what a wonderful world,” I join in on the last line, catching Harry by surprise as he glances over at me with his grey eyes that are a-glow with love and he flashes me an amiable smile while a few tears cascade down his cheeks.

“Hey,” Harry croaks as he wastes no time with shuffling closer to me.

“Hi,” I grin up at him, reaching my shaky hand up to his face where I wipe away a few of his tears. “Did I interrupt a moment?” I softly challenge as I gaze into his eyes and perceive nothing but pure love.

Harry shakes his head, “you like the song?”

I nod, “My Dad used to sing it to me”

“Really?” He seems surprised, “My Mum used to sing it to me.”

“That’s funny how fate works,” I chuckle, amazed by how both our parents used to sing us the same song.

Harry nods in agreement, “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty damn sore and tired, but good,” I smile.

“Here, let me help you up,” he whispers, delicately helping me to sit up while he cradles our little bundle of joy. “I didn’t get to tell you right after he was born, but you did a wonderful job, Elle. I’m so proud of you, I’m in awe of what you’ve done.” He leans down and caresses a gentle kiss on my forehead, “Wanna say Hi?” He grins, not waiting for me to respond before placing the newborn in my arms.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I beam down at our creation— my pride and joy. “I’m sorry I fell asleep before properly giving you a cuddle, I am sure Daddy made up for it… he’s really good with cuddles. We need to give you a name.” I glance towards Harry and he can’t help but just stellarly smile.

down at me.

“Thomas? You said you liked Tommy.” Harry asks but I shake my head. Harry is right from our last discussion we had about names, Tommy doesn’t suit our son as well as I had hoped. I know this just by looking down at the little boy.

“Alexander. Alex for short. He doesn’t look like a Tommy.”

“Alexander Logan Styles.” Harry nods his head with a bright smile and scintillating, loam-grey eyes. “it’s lovely.”

“Mhm, we did well, H.”

“Sweetheart, you did all the hard work, all credit to you,” Harry leans down and kisses my lips sweetly.

“Eh, you get some credit,” I wink with a bit of a chuckle. “How long have I been asleep?”

“Not long, jus’ an hour or so.”

“Oh… anyone held him?”

He shakes his head, “no, didn’t want anyone to until you had a proper cuddle.” He beams down at me, “I’m so proud of you, Elise… I am so in love with you, I didn’t think I could fall any further in love with you until tonight. I just– I ’m thrilled you’ve made me a Dad. I never thought this moment would fill me with such joy in the way it has, my heart feels full and heavy in the most astounding way possible. And I have you to thank. You’re my light at the end of a gloomy tunnel and I have so much love and gratitude for you that I can’t physically manifest and explain... I love you more than life itself and I will continue to love you until my last day on earth, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see what the rest of our lives has to offer us, darling. All three of us…”

I grin up at the man that has come a long way since I first met him years ago. He has become a man of his word, an honourable, loving man that has learned that life is a long-drawn journey. He has had his ups and downs, we both have, and we’ve both been forced to have a push and pull force with each other. He pushes me to constantly work my ass off and be the person I can be, and I pull him back when he’s drifting too far away. I keep him grounded and steady to the best of my ability.

We both have our balancing acts with each other.

We fit flawlessly together like two souls that were always made for one.

A little less than a year ago, I walked to my future, to the rest of my life, and it has been the best rest of my life I could ask for.

He has shown me unconditional love and support, has held me at my weakest and stood by me at my strongest. Harry has done nothing but encourage me throughout the years and I hope I have done the same for him. I took him as the grey-eyed man that swept me off my feet at the age of 21. I love him for who he is and what I know of him; I love Harry for everything he does, for the way he holds me and the way he put others first. I vowed to give him my deepest love and affection, to honour him, and to uplift him when the going gets tough. I vowed to be faithful, to give him my fullest devotion, and my tenderest care through the pressures of the present and the uncertainties of the future. I promised to stand by his side and respect each and every decision he makes for himself and for us. I stand by him as his wife, his best friend, and his number one fan. I vowed to love him, through sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer.

We said forever and forever it’ll be. I want to be with him until we are grey and old; I intend to love him until my world comes to an end, — Oh, but what a wonderful world it will be.

— This is our kind of meant to be; this is our story, our happily ever after—

The End.