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Hi lovelies!

Might write some angst today 🥲 after studying.

[thesadstoryofme]

First night with harry as a married couple

 It was a special night filled with so much love and happiness. As soon as the wedding reception was over, you both scurried your way in to the white limo, hands intertwined. You were so madly in love with this boy. 

The night was perfect. The room was filled with roses and the bed had fresh clean sheets. Bottles of wine was placed on the bedside table. Harry grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed. His hands gently caressing your back as his fingers got to your zipper of your dress, he zipped it down and you slowly slid it off. Harry rid himself of his suit. His body was so toned and perfectly tanned. Your heart was beating a million times fast and you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him.

[heyyyharry]

Harry is a demon, and Y/N is just really nice

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: smut

I suck at writing one shots and always add too much world-building, and now there's a whole book series plot in my head. But oh well. Let me know if you want more of them. Part 2 will only be available on Patreon.

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Harry never considered himself a gentleman. He couldn't recall the last time he'd done something remotely gentlemanly. He never got up on the train or a bus when there was no seat left and an old lady with a cane got on. He almost pushed a guy into the train track the last time he'd ridden the tube; in his defence, the bloke was a tourist, so who hadn't thought about pushing a tourist into the train track before? So it took everything in him now not to strangle this mortal girl after she'd woken him up at 1 AM and dragged him here.

"It won't take long," Y/N said, taking him by the hand and pulling him down the aisle.

They were the only ones in the library. Every person and object in this house was asleep. After midnight, the house was as quiet as a graveyard. The only sound you could hear on a peaceful evening such as this one was the rustling of leaves outside the windows.

Harry's heart thumped with every one of their footsteps across the wooden floor. The library was so big that even a whisper echoed. He never understood how his great great great uncle had chosen to build such a huge library and filled it with so many books that stacked up all the way from the floor to the ceiling. Four walls were covered by books. All dusted up and abandoned for decades.

Y/N was the only one who came in here often, and she cleaned up sometimes, but she couldn't possibly clean every corner of this old place.

"You better give me a good reason not to kill you," Harry said with a growl when she released his hand and they had reached the wall at the end of the aisle.

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming. And now he was curious about her new discovery that made her unbothered by his threat of killing her.

"I found this book." Her grin reached her eyes as she pulled a hardback out of a shelf. It was pretty old, the leather cover dirty and torn at the corners. Y/N opened it and Harry started coughing and waving his hand in front of his face, dust floating in the moonlight streaming through the oval windows above the bookcase.

Y/N dragged her fingers down the page and stopped at one paragraph. "Okay, here it says that a demon is free of his chains when..."

"When he's collected 666 pure souls," Harry rolled his eyes, "are you mansplaining me right now? This was in Demon 101."

Y/N blinked in surprise. "You had a class called Demon 101?"

"No. That was sarcasm."

Y/N didn't seem amused. "Also, it's not mansplaining because I'm a woman."

"You're human. So it's mansplaining." Then, he jabbed a finger at her face and she flinched, her back hitting the shelf behind her with a thud. "I can gladly waste a pure soul and kill you now so I can go back to sleep."

"No, listen!" She circled around him and stood in front of him. Despite his annoyance, she went on reading the content on the page. "A demon is free of his chains when he gives up his immortality."

Harry arched an eyebrow as Y/N's smile grew. "So there is a way to save you."

"Errr, that is even worse than having Lucifer burn me to ashes."

"How? Being human is great."

He eyed her up and down. "Says you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you suck, and this is stupid."

Y/N seemed offended. Good. She should be.

"Just think about it, you sold your soul when you were twenty, and according to this book, you could go back to being twenty again. You'd rather suffer for eternity than be human?" she asked.

"Wrong." He held up a finger to her nose. "I'd rather finish my job, then get released from my contract, and live a life as an immortal. I don't want to die of old age. And this book–" he grabbed the book from her hand and clapped it shut, making her jump, " –is not correct. Well, at least not entirely. Maybe this is an old version that existed centuries ago when humans had a much shorter lifespan. With the new laws of the Underworld, if I ever agreed to give up my immortality, I would become human again, but then Time would catch up with me and I'd die instantly."

"Oh."

Harry rolled his eyes at the disappointment on Y/N's face. "Sweet that you're trying to help, but don't think you can outsmart me."

She stayed silent and watched him put the book back on the shelf. He turned back to her, about to tell her off, but now that his anger had cleared and the sleepiness had faded, he finally noticed her standing there in her nightdress. She caught his intense stare and pulled her cardigan close to cover her revealing chest.

A smirk tugged at his mouth. He advanced, and she quickly withdrew. One step, two steps, three steps. Her back hit the shelf and she froze. He leaned in until he could feel her breath shudder in his presence.

"But why are you so passionate about helping me, little human? Tell me," he sighed and her chest heaved as well, "what would you gain from that, hmm?"

“N-Nothing.” She blinked fast, unable to look him in the eyes. “I-I was just trying to help.”

“Aww, what a pure soul you are.” He rested a hand on the shelf behind her head and watched her flinch. A grin tugged at his lips. “Look, I appreciate that. But I am a demon, and I’m going to take your soul. At least pay me some respect and pretend to be terrified of me.”

“But I am not,” she said, sounding a bit bolder as her gaze met his. “I’m not afraid of you, Harry. I actually feel sorry for you.”

“Is that so?”

“All this and for what? You’ll forever live a lonely life.”

“Keep going. You need to try harder to hurt my feelings.”

“Well, then.” To his surprise, she straightened her back and crossed her arms across her chest. “You’re not getting my soul.”

“Excuse–”

“I said what I said. I’m not signing the contract.”

“You said I had a year to change your mind.”

“Well, my mind is made.”

She duck under his arm to escape, but he was quick to take hold of her wrist and pin it above her head. His other hand shot out to catch her other wrist before she could hit him or push him or whatever intention she was having in that little head of hers.

“Listen, little human,” he said, his face so close to hers he could see himself in her eyes, “you’re playing a dangerous game here. We agreed that you gave me a year to convince you to sign off your soul. I’ll take your soul when you die. I don’t know how you die or when you die, but you won’t know when I take the soul. Clearly, there’s no disadvantage for you, so why make it harder?”

“The disadvantage is that I’ll be giving up my soul for Hell.”

“Well, reincarnation is overrated. What if you’ll become a pig in your next life?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, and Harry had to shove the image from his dreams last night to the back of his mind.

“Can I please go?”

“Not before you promise me you’ll stick to our deal.”

Y/N let out a sigh. Was it bad that he liked how stubborn she was being?

“What if I kissed you right now?”

Harry froze. He was a demon, and nothing should catch him off-guard, but that question completely threw him off. He opened his mouth, and for the first time, didn’t know what to say.

A smile appeared on her pretty face. “If I kissed you then my soul wouldn’t be pure anymore.”

“That’s not how it works. A kiss won’t make you bad, Y/N.”

She thought for a moment. Harry didn’t take his eyes off her. He felt his chest constricted and found it hard to breathe. Why was his heart racing? Was he blushed? He couldn’t be blushing. That would be embarrassing.

“What if,” she started, rather timidly, “it won’t just be a kiss?”

Harry instantly knew what she meant. But he believed she was just saying that. There was no way she could offer him such a thing. He cleared his throat and awkwardly shook his head. “Still won’t affect anything.”

“Then why do you look nervous?”

“Because,” he said between gritted teeth, “you can’t say shit like that.”

“Why not? It was a joke.”

His fingers around her wrists tightened just enough for her to feel the pressure. Her lips slightly parted and he felt heat pooling in his stomach. He dropped his forehead on top of hers, watching her eyelids flutter as he nudged her nose with his. This pull they had been denying for the past couple of weeks was growing nonstop, and Harry had a feeling something might have to happen tonight.

“It wasn’t a joke,” he whispered. “I know you’ve been thinking about it, too. Don’t lie.”

“I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let go of one of her wrists and held both with one hand. His other hand flew straight to her throat. He held it gently, watching her pupils expand as he tilted her head up just enough so they were face to face. “You want me to give in and do nasty things with you, but not only because you were hoping that would make me cross your name off the list, but because…” He pressed his lips gently to her cheek “...you…” her other cheek “...want..” her chin “...me.”

When he pulled back, her face was red. It wasn’t just her usual cute-ish rosy cheeks look. Her face was bright red. The red spread to the exposed area of her chest as well. Hell, she was blushing everywhere.

Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head. “But I can’t,” he was almost saying to himself, “I won’t do it.”

“I thought it wouldn’t affect my soul,” she said softly.

“It wouldn’t. But it’d affect me.”

“How?”

He looked her in the eyes. He could tell her about his dream last night and the thing he’d done to her in that dream. How he’d bent her over on his bed, her tight little bum up in the air, her face in the pillow. She’d been wearing this same nightdress but without that ugly cardigan. The material was almost transparent, and he could see every detail on her body, from her perky tits to her round belly to that perfect spot between her legs. He’d bent her over and pounded her from behind, his fingerprints on her arsecheeks. He could still recall the feeling of her arse bouncing against him and every single sound that she’d made, like music to his ears.

Then he could tell her how sad that’d make him when he’d woken up and realised it’d been a dream. Because he knew that dream would haunt him. And if he made it into reality then he’d be haunted for eternity. She was the kind of person who would leave such a mark. This had happened before, centuries ago. Once in a lifetime was enough.

But he didn’t tell her any of that.

“Y/N, I’m a demon,” he said instead, slowly, as if he was afraid she hadn’t already known.

“I know,” she said, holding his gaze.

And that was it. He caved.

Harry had kissed more humans than he could count, but he couldn’t remember one kiss as powerful as this. When their lips attached, he saw sparks. It was funny how he’d spent years making fun of those movie scenes, but they didn’t lie. There really were sparks. Her lips were soft, just as he’d imagined, and her smell was strong. He didn’t know what she used, but she smelled like fruits and freshly baked pies, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He let go of her wrists and slid his palms down to her bum. He felt her tense though she didn’t break the kiss. What could he say? He wasn’t a gentleman.

She was smaller than him, so it was easy for him to just lift her up. She squealed, not expecting it but wrapping her legs around him anymore. He pinned her against the shelves and pushed her cardigan off her shoulders so he could kiss her neck and chest. Her skin was so warm. Oh Satan, she was soft everywhere. How was that possible? He almost stopped to tell her that, but when he sucked that sweet below her ear, she let out the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he didn’t want to stop, ever. He knew he wasn’t thinking with the right head at the moment, but he’d been fighting against these feelings for her for so long. Now that he’d started, he just had to keep going.

She thrust her fingers in his hair. Harry found himself wondering if the wooden shelves behind her were digging too hard into her spine. This wasn’t something he should be thinking about when he was making out with a hot girl, but for the first time, it concerned him. But it seemed like he was the only one who cared that much. Y/N’s kisses had started out soft and warm. Now, they were claiming, less of a question and more of a demand.

The books rattled when Harry pressed his body along her front, for some reason he felt like he had to be as close to her as possible, as if trying to force their bodies into one. His lips drew a rough sound out of her throat. Desire swept through him, hot and curling in his belly before shooting through every notch of his spine.

They broke apart for air and Harry dragged his eyes open. Y/N’s hair looked so fluffy post-kiss and Harry’s fingers ached to touch it, so he did, hand carding through soft strands. “Your hair feels like a cloud.”

Y/N chuckled, then she kissed him again. Harry felt hands smooth down his back, felt them wrap around his ribs, and so he shoved her back against the bookcase again as his lips took and took from her.

And she gave and gave, like she wanted him to have all of her.

She reached for the hem of his shirt, desperate to touch warm skin, but his fingers once again curled around her wrist and pinned them to the shelves. He set her feet back on the ground, holding her wrists with both hands. Heat sparked at the base of his spine and caught inside of him when her breath hitched, as though the stretch in her shoulders burned in the best way.

“Harry…”

Harry smirked against her throat. The need to kiss her again was a physical ache, but he denied that from her when she leaned down. He tutted and pulled away. “I don’t think you’ve earned more kisses, have you? You weren’t being nice to me earlier.”

An embarrassing, reedy whine slipped between Y/N’s lips. It was obscenely loud in the silence of the library.

A knee slotted itself between her thighs, laying claim, pressing up in just the right way, and pleasure made her hips twitch. A whimper lodged in her throat.

Harry’s mouth curved up against hers, nails sinking into the skin of her wrists, gripping tighter. “You like that?”

“Don’t worry about me,” he murmured, grinding his thigh between her legs in a way that he knew would have her seeing stars. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Just keep making those pretty noises.”

Y/N whined, hips rutting against Harry’s knee. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Har—”

“Look at me.” He dropped a hand from her wrist. Fingers squeezed her jaw. “Look anywhere else but at me, and I’ll stop.” His thigh jerked up again. A moan tore itself from her throat.

And Harry couldn’t keep away from her anymore. Their mouths clashed together, finally, finally. He tasted her groan on his tongue.

“If your brother hears us–” Y/N gasped, shamelessly grinding herself on his thigh. Harry didn’t want to be reminded of his brother’s presence in the house when he was literally rubbing her pussy with his thigh, but he’d be a fool to stop now just in fear of getting caught. He was never one to follow the rules anyway.

“So keep it down, little human,” he teased. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

Y/N shivered. His thigh rocked against her again, and she was losing herself.

“Please—Please fuck me,” she gasped.

Harry’s lips curled against hers. “Gladly.”

[megalony]

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Summary: When their boys start fighting and one of them gets a rather bad injury, (Y/n) and Harry have to take him to the hospital where they get recognised.

Enjoy.

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An unconscious smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips when she heard the all too familiar voice of her husband singing away, presumably to Lilah considering it was Only Angel he was singing and that was the song he always sang for their daughter.

His voice started to get closer and his melody sung through the kitchen as (Y/n) lifted her eyes from the plate she was washing to glance out the window in front of her to check on the boys. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when she caught sight of Alex and Carter squabbling. They never seemed to need a reason to have a fight or bicker like an old married couple and (Y/n) knew that most siblings didn't get along well at the best of times but she had hoped the twins would at least get along but they couldn't seem to be able to.

"They're at it again." (Y/n) sighed through her words as she turned her head to look at Harry over her shoulder. Her eyes followed him as he moved to sit down at the round kitchen table, settling Lilah properly on his lap so the seven-month-old was leaning her back up against his chest.

Harry's singing momentarily stopped and his head lifted up so he could try and peer out of the kitchen window but he didn't really need to see the boys since he could hear their voices getting louder and louder by the second. The couple knew well enough to know that they could leave the twins to argue or squabble for a while before having to intervene. It got to a certain point and they both knew when that point was which told them to separate the boys.

Harry silently shook his head at (Y/n) before he looked down at his girl and gently started to bounce her up and down on his lap to hear her giggle.

"I told you to leave those." Anne's stern yet defeated tone caused Harry to smile when he caught (Y/n)'s eye who simply smiled.

"You cooked dinner, the least I can do is help you clean up." (Y/n) and Harry had an unspoken rule when they were at home, if one of them cooked then the other would do the dishes and clean up because it only seemed fair that way. They were round at Harry's mother's house for dinner today and she had cooked without letting them intervene or help, mostly because Harry took over the kitchen when he was cooking. She shouldn't have to do the dishes as well.

Quite by chance, (Y/n) tilted her head up to look out of the window again when she heard Alex shouting something but when her eyes locked on her boys, it felt like her heart had dropped to her stomach like a stone falling to the bottom of the ocean. It felt like she couldn't breathe when she watched Alex ball his hand up into a fist and smash his hand into the side of Carter's head causing him to stumble.

The plate in (Y/n)'s hands dropped down into the sink but the clattering noise of the plate pivoting into the silver sink didn't reach (Y/n)'s ears over the deafening white noise she could hear.

(Y/n) could feel her lungs shrivelling up into nothing in her chest when she watched helplessly as one of her boys fell so harshly and quickly that his head smacked into the concrete verge that merged onto the grass the other twin was still standing on. It was as if the fall happened in slow motion, (Y/n) could see the fright in her boy's eyes and the way his head bounced off the floor before thumping back down and staying there. The moment his head fell down again, his body went motionless and flopped like a rag doll against the concrete.

(Y/n) felt like screaming but the only noise that seemed to leave her lips was a desperate choking sound like the oxygen in the air had evaporated and she was clawing for air.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n) what's happened?" Harry's head whipped round to look at (Y/n)'s horror-stricken face before she was suddenly bolting for the back door and stumbling down the small step to get out into his mother's garden.

Unsure what was happening, Harry stood up quickly before he leaned over so that his mother could take Lilah from him to let him go and find out what was happening. A worried look passed between him and Anne before he thundered through the kitchen and out into the garden after (Y/n) but the moment Harry looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't breathe.

The look on Harry's face was indescribable when his eyes found Carter laying motionless on the floor with a small streak of blood beneath his head and his twin stood three feet away with tears streaming down his face and his body also motionless with shock.

(Y/n) wasted no time in falling to her knees, not caring how the gravel and stones grated against her skin as she shuffled closer to one of her boys. Her hands started to shake as she reached out cautiously for Carters's head, trying to be as gentle as she could when turning his head so she could look at the damage. The growing anxiety in (Y/n)'s chest started to ignite into pain when Carter didn't make a single sound or move at all, the impact seemed to have knocked him out straight away or caused him to faint but either way, (Y/n) didn't like it. She wanted him to cry, she wanted her boy to wail and scream and shout because she would feel better if he was conscious.

"Carter... Carter, baby look at me, come on... Harry he isn't responding!" Tears welled up in (Y/n)'s eyes as she turned to look over at Harry who was still stood in the same place like he was frozen in time.

Her words seemed to break Harry out of his trance and he moved down to kneel at her side, looking at Carter's head to assess the damage. There was a wound just over his left brow but the blood was making it too difficult to see how deep it was but Harry guessed it was rather bad.

(Y/n) let Harry's hands replace hers that were gently holding Carter's neck to keep his head turned at an angle and the wound away from the floor.

"Carter, baby you need to open your eyes for me. Come on wake up." Harry rubbed his fingers over the pressure point in Carter's neck, trying to stimulate his nerves to wake him up before he moved his hand to rub over his chest, making sure he was breathing properly at least. Harry took a stab in the dark to guess that Carter had fainted rather than knocked himself unconscious because his breathing was rather fast and as if it was trying to even out. He might have panicked in a split second and passed out.

"I- I didn't m..mean to..."

"Alex go inside and stay with nana." Harry looked over at his other son, trying to keep his voice calm and level as not to scare Alex when he was already petrified at what he'd done to his brother. They couldn't have Alex hovering around because he was only scaring himself and it wasn't fair.

When Alex disappeared inside (Y/n) looked back down at Carter who was still motionless but his eye was beginning to turn a rather dark shade and his brow and the side of his head was starting to swell up like a balloon. Harry's hands were resting either side of Carter's neck to try and keep his head in place with his thumbs brushing over the skin and his fingers pressing a little harder so he could keep trying to concentrate on his boys heartbeat and make sure he was okay.

The moment a small, slow moan left Carter's mouth both Harry and (Y/n) shuddered and breathed like it was the first time they'd tasted the fresh air. Carter tried to move his head but Harry's hands made that impossible for him and he clearly didn't have much to any energy at all, he couldn't even manage to open his eyes but that didn't stop the tears from starting to fall.

"Alright, Carter I'm going to pick you up now, try not to move baby." Harry's hands left Carter's neck before he moved round so he could slip his arms under his boy's frame and very carefully pick him up as (Y/n) kept his head up so he didn't hurt his neck.

The couple headed back inside the kitchen, finding Alex smothered in Anne's hug and Lilah presumably in her carrier in the lounge somewhere.

Harry sat down at the table once again and carefully adjusted Carter in his arms but his eyes locked with his mother's, silently begging her to come over and take a look because Harry was sure this didn't look good. A trip to the hospital might be needed. (Y/n) grabbed a wet flannel before bending down beside Harry and very gently dabbed it against Carter's head but her arm retracted quickly when he all but screamed, his body jolting and writhing in Harry's arms from the pain.

"Shh, it's okay baby, we just need to take a look." (Y/n) tried to clean the blood away as best she could until they could actually see the extent of the wound but it was the bruising and swelling that was beginning to worry everyone.

When Carter let out a half-hearted scream, Harry started to rub his hand up and down his side and press his lips to Carter's hair to try and soothe him and calm him down. His screams turned to whines and moans of pain that showed he was still on the verge of falling unconscious and the pain seemed to blind him for he couldn't face the effort or the pain of opening his eyes.

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Turning her head, (Y/n) looked at Harry sitting beside her when she could hear him quietly humming beside her and she realised his lips were resting against Carter's forehead and he was humming a song to try and keep him calm and settled. Harry was never a fan of waiting like this, it gave him too much time to overthink and panic about everything and he never knew what to do with himself. Sitting here in the waiting room in A&E without anything to do made Harry nervous.

He'd had his head tilted down for so long that his neck was beginning to seize up and his shoulders were hurting from being slightly hunched over to try and give Carter some love and reassurance.

The seven-year-old was laid over Harry's lap with his head resting up against Harry's shoulder and an ice pack wrapped up in a flannel pressed against the left side of his face. The ice pack was directly over his brow and eye to try and help with the swelling and the flannel covered half of his face which Harry was glad about. People in the waiting room had already been whispering and pointing and glancing over but this way they couldn't take any pictures of Carter or see what he looked like.

Harry had done his best of the years to make sure that the media didn't get any pictures or looks at his children, he didn't want them growing up in the media or with people constantly taking pictures of them because it would be scary and unfair. Harry wouldn't even disclose their ages or names when he was in interviews, he wanted his family life to be private and be his, not for the public.

It was times like these that Harry wished he wasn't famous or that the fans weren't as intervening as they were. He loved the fans, he really did because they made him who he was today, but when they tried to get involved or talk or be nosy in panicked situations like this it upset him because they had no sense of boundaries at times.

"Can I take a look, baby?" Harry pulled his head back so he could look down at Carter who simply made a weak noise, too tired and in pain to give a proper response.

Trying to be careful, Harry lifted the flannel and moved the ice pack so he could see the damage as (Y/n) leaned her chin on his shoulder so she could see too. The swelling had gone down a tiny bit but the bruising was only getting worse and his eye would be swollen shut soon at this rate. With a sigh, Harry moved the ice pack and flannel back to where they were before he rested his chin on top of Carter's head before slowly beginning to sway them both side to side.

When their name was called out neither of them could have been more thankful because the whispers were starting to get louder and fingers were being pointed in their direction.

(Y/n) gently took Carter's hand and held it to the ice pack so it wouldn't fall or move when Harry carefully stood up with Carter still in his arms. Holding him like this for this long reminded Harry of when he was a baby or a toddler because he always used to want to be carried everywhere and Harry always obliged.

They didn't get three paces before their heads turned to the left when someone exclaimed 'it's Harry' and he noticed three people getting up like they were going to approach him. Would they really want to talk to him right now when he had his child in his arms- in A&E? This wasn't the place to try and get a picture or an autograph or even a kind hello from Harry because he wasn't in the mood.

Normally he tried to be kind and considerate, if fans asked for a picture or just a hug he obliged because he knew it wasn't every day that people could meet an idol or someone they liked or admired. He understood what it was like to want an autograph or just a glimpse of someone he really admired but right now wasn't the time. His child was ill and he was at the hospital, this wasn't the time to be making conversations or friends.

It felt horrible but Harry hid his face next to Carter's who he held a little closer to his chest to make sure he was hidden before he turned his side to whoever was approaching them.

He could see (Y/n) looking at the floor out the corner of his eye as she looped her arm through his own, desperate to be invisible.

"Harry! Harry!"

He couldn't help it, he couldn't help the way his head turned in the sound of the voice because it was automatic for Harry to search out who was calling out to him, he never liked to ignore people. His eyes set on a girl who he guessed was around nineteen or so and she had her arm cradled to her chest making him sure she had broken or damaged her wrist.

When the girl tried to reach out for him Harry shook his head and pulled out of her reach before looking at Carter resting in his arms who was very quietly moaning and whimpering every so often. Surely she couldn't believe Harry was going to talk to her when he was here with his injured child who was now about to be seen by a doctor?

"Can I get a picture?"

"...I'm sorry..." Harry motioned to his son again before he regretfully turned away from her and walked with (Y/n) in the direction of the nurse they were going to follow to get Carter checked out. The bleeding had slowed down a little but the wound looked deep and they had to make sure there was no proper damage done to his head or even his eye.

The moment they got out of the waiting room and were advancing down a corridor the sound of a camera flash caught them both off guard. Harry felt (Y/n) pushing herself into his side and her head tilted even lower towards the floor. She always knew marrying Harry came with the fans and the media and constantly being watched and photos but she hated being photographed, especially at times like these and without permission.

(Y/n) could still remember when they went to the hospital to have the twins and someone had spotted them. Photos got leaked everywhere of the couple entering the hospital where (Y/n) was clearly in agony and didn't look her best or very happy at all.

"Please don't take pictures, we're in a hospital." Harry had to stop himself from saying 'have some respect' but it was how he felt. It wasn't that respectful to take pictures of him like this without asking when they were in a hospital and clearly not here to visit anyone.

His words didn't seem to stop the girl who took another photo despite what he just said before she leaned closer, clearly trying to look at Carter since barely anyone of the public knew about Harry's family and kids.

"Don't do that." His voice was low and his words were practically growled as he made sure the flannel was covering Carter enough so that his features couldn't be seen or made out. He didn't want any pictures of Carter surfacing on the internet, especially not when half of his face was swollen and bruised because that wouldn't be nice or fair to him at all.

Harry tangled his fingers into the back of Carter's hair to try and make sure he was okay and calm before they speeded up after the nurse who was looking to try and assess the situation. The moment she guided them down the corridor on the right and into a small empty room (Y/n) sighed in relief. She knew people would stare and whisper but she didn't think anyone would actually approach them.

Moving over to the bed in the middle of the small room, Harry settled Carter down before carefully removing the ice pack and flannel from his face as the nurse left the room and another woman took her place who they presumed must be the doctor. She bit her lip and smiled sadly at Carter who could barely open his sore eye.

"Alright young man, let's take a look at you. What happened?" She walked over to the left side of the bed since both Harry and (Y/n) were stood on the other side of the bed.

"He was fighting with his brother and hit his head on the concrete."

(Y/n) held Carter's hand and brushed her thumb over his fingers as Harry smoothed his hand through Carter's hair to try and keep him calm for the doctor. She was very careful and gentle when touching his temple and pulling his eyelid so she could see his eye properly and she winced when the action made him cry out but the light shining over his eye didn't seem to bother him very much.

As soon as she let go of his eye he squeezed both eyes shut very tightly and started to squirm on the bed when she tried to assess the cut to his head and feel the swelling and bruising.

"Alright, you can relax now you did very well." No sooner had she said that, Carter turned away from her and more in Harry's direction, not daring to open his eyes again. "There's no pressure on or around his eye or optic nerve which is good, his pupil is constricting normally. He will require stitches and I'd like an MRI just to make sure there isn't any pressure or swelling around his brain but it's only as a precaution. We'll get him sorted straight away and he should be fine to go home in a few hours."

[ivanacats]

Writing :)

Hey there!

Just wanted to say that since I have so much free time now, I would like to start writing, but don’t really have much ideas, so please if you do put in a request. 

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You Don’t Know What Your In For (Harry Styles Smut One Shot)

Hiya guys! Had writers block with RMB so I decided to write this one that was stuck in my head all day. Any requests? Send me some ideas in my ask box! Hope you enjoy this one – K.xx

Y/N had got Harry some underwear for him to give his opinion on, so he showed her instead of telling her

**WARNING,  EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 2,630

Harry’s POV “Goodnight Kayla, sweet dreams” I tucked our little sleeping beauty into her pink peppa pig bed linen and walked out of her room, slightly closing the door, but not too much to let a little light in. Kayla is mine and Y/N’s beautiful 3 year old daughter who in my eyes looks exactly like her mother. Big blue eyes, long brown curly hair, our polite little angel.

I walked down into the kitchen to see Y/N sitting on her phone reading something intently. “She’s all settled in babe” She quickly glanced up at me, nodded, and looked back down to her phone.

“What are you looking at babe?” I subtly questioned as I walked around to stand beside her, looking down at her phone, which she quickly hid from me. “Nothing important, just some emails” She quickly jumped up and placed her phone on the island and locking it. I know she is up to something. “C’mon, tell me what’s going on, I know there’s something” I pulled her into my chest and rubbed my hands around her waist. Her faced immediately turned red then away from my face, again trying to hid. I love it when she gets embarrassed.

“Harry no, forget it” She giggled trying to push me away with her small hands on my chest. “Oh your going all red, must me something good” Her faced looked up to mine and she just stared at me, with a serious expression. We stood like this for what seemed like 5 minutes, but was only a few seconds. She burst out into laughter when she licked my face and tried to run away from my grasp, which she succeeded.

She ran around the kitchen and grabbed her phone off of the island taking it into the living room, running around the sofa. “Y/N you really think I’m not going to go there and get it because I will” Her mouth made a crooked smile. “Really, you’ll go anywhere yeah?” “You bet your ass I will” Her hands grasped her phone and pushed it down underneath her jeans, into her knickers. Her eyes looked dark, that look in her eye knowing that I would go in there to get that phone. Damn I would go in there if there was a phone or not. That look in her eye in this exact moment would just make me want her, I know that look.

“Now your just teasing me, come here right now missy” I jumped onto the sofa and tried to grab at her waist as she ran around, just missing my hands making me fall to the edge of the sofa. She ran back into the kitchen again and stopped to look back, realising that I was no where to be seen or heard. I was quietly crawling around into the kitchen and went straight to the side of the island where she was standing trying to get a look into the living room to see where I was. “Harry?” She quietly shouted as she walked around to where the living room door is to have a look, realising that I was no where to be seen. I took that to my advantage and ran up behind her and lifted her off of the ground. She made a silent squeal when I lifted her over my shoulder with my hands on her bum and thighs, running around the kitchen. “H let me down, right now” She whispered with a silent hint of a giggle to her voice. “Okay fine” I let her down on to the ground and quickly grabbed the phone from the waist of her jeans. “Ha” I shouted with her phone in hand. “Shh, your going to wake up Kayla” “Oh shit sorry” She tried to run over to get her phone but I lifted my hand so she couldn’t reach it, with an intensive smirk growing across my face seeing her try her hardest to get the phone. “Awk Harry please, can I have my phone back? Ill tell you what I was looking at if you do” Her sexy little puppy face always wins. “Okay fine, here you go” “Thank you H” I brought down my hand to give her her phone back and she swipes it out of my grasp to make sure I wasn’t fluking, smart little one she is.

“So tell me what you were looking at, love” “I was looking at something for your Christmas present” “Love you know I said that I didn’t want one” “H I’m not guna let you buy me one and not let me buy you one” I grabbed her waist and pushed her so she was leaning her back on the side of the island. Her hands automatically landed on my shoulders giving them a little rub as she was looking at me. “Y/N babe you do know that I have everything I could ever want right here. You and Kayla are everything I could ever want” A tiny exhale came out of her nose with the biggest smile on her face, and her hands went straight to the nape of my neck, pinching the hairs around it. “Harry, your too cute” My lips gave her a quick peck the I let go to head towards the fridge getting a bottle of water.

“But you know its kind of one for you and me, so techniqually you don’t have to get me anything” Her voice went lower and her words were very intriguing. What is she up to? “Say more” My eyes never left hers as let the bottle down on the island and made my way back to where I was before, only with Y/N now sitting on the marble island.

“Please, tell me more” Her torso leaned back a little as she looked at her phone then back at me. “I may have bought a little something that may include lace, fur, and garters” Her smirk mixed with her words made my cock switch in my jeans, she knows what lingerie does to me. I large gulp noise came from me as I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I tried to hold back my hands from roaming her legs and thighs, but thinking about what she would look like in them was just teasing me. “You know I had actually bought something similar the other day and I was just trying it on today” Her hands went straight down to her silk blouse and started to unbutton each button so painfully slowly, revealing a nude bra with black lace around the cups and a lace lining around the bottom. Fuck. “And well, I just had to keep it on to see if you approved of it” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her body as her pants got deeper and heavier, waiting for a response. “I mean, yeah it looks sexy, sexy as fuck Y/N” Her face lit up to my sudden reaction. I started to feel my heart pumping faster and faster thinking of different ways I could take her right now. She loves teasing me.

My arms went straight to lean on the island right beside her hips, not taking my eyes off of her body. The smell of the Chanel perfume I bought for her radiating from her skin as my face was getting closer to her neck. One of my hands took a turn towards on of her breast, kneading it in my hand. Feeling the cold material brushing against my rough hands was for sure torturing me. “The material is defiantly something I approve of, its very soft, and, um, smooth” Her neck was suddenly exposed when she pulled her head back with the pleasure of me rubbing her. I took that to my advantage and locked my lips on her neck, sucking and attacking around just below her ear, creating a low moan to escape Y/N’s lips. One of her hands automatically went straight to my hair, pulling it in between her fingers, strand by strand, again with subtle moans coming from her. My face was directed to the tops of her breasts to kiss and knead them ever so gently. Her legs spread open and her feet pulled me more towards her core and pulled my face up to kiss my lips so lustful. My hands went directly to her hips to pull them as close as she could to me. To let her feel what she does to me. My hands then went to remove her blouse which fell to the floor. Her soft hands tackled my belt buckle and pulled it away from my jeans, afterwards opening my trouser buttons.

I moved my lips back to hers with a sudden heat rush straight within me, straight to my dick, which had been hard from the minute she looked at me while removing her god damn blouse. She then pulled my shirt over my head and threw it next to her blouse that was abandoned on the kitchen tiles. “Oh shit what happens if Kayla comes down stairs or something” Her gaze went straight to the hall area to where the stair case is located. “Well we need to be quick then wont we?” I pulled her chin towards my face and didn’t give her anytime to hesitate as I pushed my lips back onto hers. She pushed me back from her and jumped down from the island. I pulled her body into mine and I brought my hands down to her mini skirt and pulled it down, pooling at her ankles. I looked down at her underwear to see that the material was matching her thong. “Why do you do this to me, seriously” “Because I like to see you want me” Her grin showing me that her plan was working. Damn it doesn’t take much for her to make me want her.  

I pulled her towards me for one last kiss before I turned her around and bent her over the island. The coldness of the marble surface made her contract her body back just a little, but I wasn’t having it. “Bend right over for me like a good girl” She obliged and put her chest straight on the island. I smacked her exposed ass seeing the reaction I always get from her, a soft whimper. “You’ve been so good to me baby girl, but tonight you’ve been so bad, teasing me like this” I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass again. “What do you want me to do?” “Fuck me” Her need and lust was evident in her voice in turn made me wanna fuck her right there and then. “Harry hurry up, quick in case she comes downstairs” “Don’t panic she wont babe, you just need to relax” I knelt down and made my face parallel to her heat I front of me. Her juices spilling out from her slick hole just made my dick twitch in my boxers. I started to give tiny kisses to the inside of her thighs then made my way up and under to her little cunt.

“Fuck, Harry” Her moans just sent me over the edge. I suddenly felt a wetness down in my boxers telling me I had no time to wait for her. I pushed myself up and grabbed her legs to turn her around. Confusion hit her face when I lifted her back to the same position we were in before, and I pumped my hard dick in my hand while looking down at her biting her lip so innocently. “I want to see your face when you cum all over me” I slightly bent over to kiss from her chest down to her naval, then back up, still slowly jerking myself off looking at her. I placed myself at her entrance and pushed in with ease. Y/N and I have always been careful when it came to sex and being safe. But since we have a kid and were engaged, we figured that we don’t care if we get pregnant again, we just want to have fun while were young.

Her face just read pure pleasure when I pushed myself into her. My hands went straight to her legs, lifting them up to wrap them around my waist. Of course her legs forced me in tighter to make me go in deeper, which I happily obliged. I started to quickly and deeply thrust inside of her as her head fell right back with pure euphoria and pleasure striking her cunt and exploring throughout her body. Our pants got stronger and heavier at that moment we started feeling our orgasms reaching in an instant. “Fuck Y/N I’m guna cum” Her yelps got louder immediately after I started to hit her spot deep inside of her.

“Cum for me baby, cum inside of me H” Her pants made it obvious that she was close to her limits. She wants me to cum inside her. In that moment I had a split second thinking that I should stop to pull out. But then remembering our conversation from last week just made me wanna cum harder and stronger. My orgasm hit like a brick wall and I busted my load inside of her, still thrusting so hard that her body started to shake with pleasure. Her hands went straight to my shoulders scrapping her fingernails down my bare skin reaching her orgasm. Her squeals were echoed throughout the kitchen when I helped her finish, forgetting that we had our daughter upstairs but we didn’t care.

“Fuck, well, that was defiantly fun” Y/N commented as she got up off of the island to get her panties and thong back on with her mini skirt and blouse. I also quickly tucked myself back into my boxers and put my trousers on “Yeah its always fun with you babe” I pulled her in for another kiss when we heard the door creaking open.

“Mummy, Daddy, are you in here” A little voice came from the door which was slowly opening with Kayla’s face coming into view. Y/N quickly buttoned up her blouse with me standing in front of her with no shirt on, Kayla always sees me with no shirt on so there’s no surprise there.

“What’s wrong sweetie” I went walking over towards her an knelt down to see her tiny little face. “I’m thirsty, can I please get some water to drink” “Of course you can princess” I lifted her off of the ground and placed her on my hip, lifting one of her small cups to fill with water. “Here you go sweet pee” She quickly grabbed it from my hand and drank the glass within a few seconds then handed me back the cup, then wiped her face with her hand. “Wow you really were thirsty” Her small giggles made her tired eyes light up for just a second. “Can you bring me back to bed please Daddy” “Of course I will baby, lets go. Say night night to Mummy?” “Night Mummy love you” “I love you too sweetie” She came over and gave Kayla a quick kiss on her forehead and I started to walk to the door. “Oh and Y/N” “Yeah?” “I defiantly approve on the lingerie” I smirked at her then walked out to leave our daughter back to bed.

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Concert with Harry

[withonedirectionz]

I'm in love with a monster

Bom dia, gente! Eu ia publicar esse imagne assim que chegasse do curso, mas estava tão cansada que não tive forças. Por isso estou liberando pela manhã; hoje a noite tem mais imagine. Espero que gostem! Beijos 🎃

anterior

But without you, boy, I'd be bored all the time

- Chega, você precisa fazer algo além de só estudar!  

- Preciso? - Eu murmuro relutante em tirar os olhos da frase que eu lia.  

- Sim. O pessoal da minha turma está organizando uma festa de Halloween e eu já comprei sua fantasia. Ou boa parte dela.  

- Mas, eu preciso terminar de ler esse livro. E queria ficar com Harry essa noite. - Eu digo chateada.  

- Ele vai estar lá. O Derek também... E há boatos de que nossa menina também vai encontrar alguém essa noite.  

- Brid? - Eu pergunto sentindo uma felicidade imensa me dominar.  

- É. O nome dele é Artur e ele é do curso de matemática dela. - Ela faz um som de nojo e nós duas acabamos rindo.  

- E a minha fantasia é de que? - Eu pergunto derrotada e fecho os olhos esperando pelo pior.  

- Vampira. - Ela diz e eu arregalo os olhos quase que instantaneamente.  

- Tanta coisa para eu ser, Camila?! Aposto que é aquelas fantasias de vampira sexy que não combinam nada comigo.

- Errado. É uma capa e um sapato de salto alto preto com vermelho. Você tem vestidos pretos meus e da Brid para experimentar e ver um que te agrade mais. A maquiagem e seu cabelo sou eu quem vai fazer. - Ela diz como se soubesse exatamente que eu teria essa reação.

- Então acho que não tenho opção, não é mesmo?  

- Hm, são bem poucas na verdade. – Ela diz e dá de ombros saindo do quarto. - e Acho melhor você já ir tomando banho!  

- A senhora que manda! - Eu berro para ela.  

Fecho o livro depois de encaixar o marcador nele; escolho uma roupa intima escura, pego a toalha quando estou saindo do quarto e vou para o banho. Visto uma camiseta e me jogo sobre a poltrona que há no quarto de Camila e deixo que ela me arrume.

O mesmo processo acontece com Brid e quando menos esperamos Camila também está pronta. Experimento três dos seis vestidos que elas separaram até encontrar um que eu realmente tenha gostado.  

Depois de vestidas, Derek passa para nos buscar e eu encontro Harry logo na entrada da festa vestido de pirata e com um sorrisinho sem vergonha no rosto.  

- Meu deus, se eu soubesse, vinha de Drácula. - Harry sorri e deixa um beijinho nos meus lábios e depois cumprimenta o restante do pessoal.  

- Você está um pirata muito sexy. - Eu digo e sinto minhas bochechas corarem quando ele sorri tímido.  

Acabamos sentando todos em uma mesa para ficarmos conversando; o tal Artur chegou um tempo depois de termos pedido as bebidas e eu fiquei pasma que o jovem já chegou aos beijos com Brid que estava mais do que feliz dele estar com a gente.

Eu estava mais do que feliz por ela, já que acreditei que ele demoraria mais um tempo para ir em busca de alguém.  

- Preciso conversar com você. - Harry diz baixinho no meu ouvido e nós dois saímos para o jardim em frente ao salão de festas.  

- Pela sua expressão, a coisa não é muito boa. - Eu digo e me abre um sorriso lindo e envergonhado.

- Quero saber se você aceita namorar comigo? - Ele abre uma caixinha pequena que eu não notei estar e suas mãos.  

- Harry, eu não estava preparada para isso. - Ele fica com as bochechas coradas e minhas mãos começam a tremer violentamente. - Mas eu aceito. Eu gosto muito de você para dizer que não.

Harry pega um dos anéis e segurando minha mão o desliza pelo meu anelar. Antes que eu tenha oportunidade de fazer o mesmo com ele, sua mão sobre pelo meu braço, afasta meus cabelos e seus lábios tocam os meus em um beijo lento e carinhoso, intenso, e que me deixou completamente mole.  

Se ele quisesse me levar para qualquer lugar eu iria sem nem pensar duas vezes. Eu sentia minhas pernas moles assim como meus braços.  

- Você pode até estar meio insegura para nossa relação, mas eu sei o que eu sinto e não é pouca coisa... – Ele diz com a cabeça encostada na minha.  

Ficamos por alguns minutos ali, só nós dois antes de voltarmos e sermos bombardeados por nossos amigos.  

- Ele vai pedir ela em namoro também. – Ele diz baixinho quando nota que eu observava Derek e Camila rindo e brincando no sofá na nossa frente.  

- Sério? – Eu olho para ele e não consigo deixar de sorrir.  

- É! Quando contei que falaria com você hoje, ele se inspirou para fazer a mesma coisa. - Ele me abraça e beija minha têmpora.  

- Você está todo bobo apaixonado. Não vou negar, eu estou adorando isso. - Eu digo e encosto minha cabeça em seu ombro e sinto seu perfume. - Vamos aproveitar a festa um pouquinho?  

- Vamos! Você quer beber alguma coisa?  

Apenas concordo com a cabeça e Harry me traz uma bebidinha doce e seguimos para a pista de dança improvisada no meio do salão.  

Eu danço com Harry ao meu encalço durante horas quando dou por mim, estou sem a bendita capa e os sapatos de salto; não queria saber como minha maquiagem e meu cabelo estavam, apenas queria aproveitar até o último segundo.  

Foi Camila quem me arrastou para fora do salão quando a festa já estava chegando ao final.  

Harry me olhava com um sorriso bobo nos lábios e na hora que fomos nos despedir, eu soltei um "eu te amo".  

- Eu também te amo e nós nos vemos amanhã... - Ele deixa um beijinho nos meus lábios e as meninas me levam para casa.  

Elas me colocam no chuveiro, me ajudam a trocar de roupa e me deixam no quarto para eu dormir.  

- Não estou bêbada, estou?  

- Não, apenas quero que o bebê do Styles fique bem. - Camila diz rindo e eu ergo a mão mostrando o dedo do meio.  

[fabfabiana]

If you only had one wish, what would you ask for?

After a lot of thinking, after going through all the possibilities, the answer came pretty easy to me. If I only had onw whish, I would want an opportunity, a chance as everyone deserves one if we were on the same level. Probably I shouldn't even be thinking of wasting my only wish on such thing, but the truth is that it's the only thing in life you can't get enough of: opportunities. Whether is a chance to get a better life, or just a moment to prove something, this is all it takes to turn things around. And what could possibily someone like me want to have a chance for? A better job? More financial stability? Happiness? No, not really. I could easily get everything through my constant hard work, the rest will come eventually, the only opportunity I am asking for is to witness something incredible in my life that is just for me. Sounds simple, right? Waiting on something Amazing to happen my Whole life and actually recognize it once it's in front of me. Sadly, certain things just don't simply happen, no matter how badly you want to. No matter how hard you try, they Always seem to be out of reach. Being stubborn as I am isn't helping, I won't give up on the idea of My Day to come, I've been through a lot to let hope go. I am sure that the day that average people like me will have their Revenge will come, that all those standing in the middle of existence will get their chance and so something with it. My wish for a life changing opportunity revolves around an encounter with someone so special that no matter how it turns out it would be a turning point in my life. How do I know that? Actually I don't. I might only be projecting all my fantasies and thoughts on someone who could turn out to be the biggest disappointment in history, but somehow I'm sure it won't. I need my chance to meet Harry Styles, to actually talk to him and see past the media perception people have of him. I need to see if his soul is as pure and radiant ad I imagne it to be. I need to see if in the end he is truly humble and grounded as he seems to be, if the simple things in life I could offer are enough for someone like him. I have to see with my own eyes and listen with my own heart, and that is probably too much to ask for. I believe is a wish that millions of people can relate to, I am dumb enough to have set a such a high "goal" that borderlines the impossible. But a chance is still a chance, even if it's one in a million, right? And after all he is a person, not some fictional character I found in a book, and I am a person, this should be more than enough, even though I know it's not. I don't care for fame or popularity, never have and never will, it's just about two people meeting eachother. Simple.

[liamgivemeyourpayne]

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Bubba feet

Okay so I am back. Sorry for disappearing for past days. I just had some issues with my phone so I wasn’t able to be to keep myself updates. Anyways how’re you all doing? And here I present one of my favorite feels, Daddy Harry. It is short tho!! P.s talk to me fam!

“Oh cmon, Work” Harry groaned fiddling with the parts of the swing set you guys recently brought for your first child Rose. Though she was just a few weeks old, Harry wanted to be a ‘good’ daddy and have things ready for his doll to play. You never saw Harry this much in love the way he was with Rose. The way his crinkled reflecting the real genuine happiness. 

The very first time when Harry saw Rose, he made a promise to himself, to guard his little girl from the evil of the world, just like every father does. And just like every other father, he cried. Cried for hours maybe because he never physically and emotionally felt this much of love for anyone. The pink newborn, nestled in his arm sleeping his heart swell. And seeing the both of them together made yours to swell.

‘Harry..” you giggled seeing him sitting on the ground, legs wide open, lips in a pout and forehead covered with creases.

“It’s jus’ being a wanker! Bloody hell!” harry said as the skin of his finger got in between the joint of a part. Harry stood up shaking his hand and walked inside the house with an annoyed look on his face.

“aww sweetheart, it’s okay. Do it some other day” you said rubbing his cheek and pecking the peachy scruff. Harry rolled his lips and kissed the palm of your hand before going to sit on the couch.

You were caramelizing the onions in the pan when the loud cried filled the empty silence of the house. You wiped your hands and as you stepped out of the kitchen, you saw Harry giving you a thumbs up as he walked upstairs. Man, his ass killed you though.

 You both haven’t been able to keep up with your sex life since Rose has been born. Even though Harry took off from work to help you with her, you both always ended up sleeping till you see the sun. At the end of the day, the little baby always managed to get you worn out somehow. You didn’t minded it but you missed his touch. The way his lips worked on yours, hips meet yours, the way you both connected.

You sighed to self and went back to cooking.

________

As his steps got near to her room, the cries became louder and louder making Harry sad. He opened the door softly and made his way to his daughter’s crib where she laid crying. Face red and fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“aww m’baby. shh shh daddy’s go’ you m’love.” Harry cooed picking the little girl up and rubbing her back. He kept rocking her but that didn’t help. The cried only grew louder. Harry sighed and padded downstairs with Rose in his arms and made his way to you.

“she won’ stop crying” Harry said. His own chin started to wobble as the little one’s cries became really hurting.

“She’s probably hungry baby. Don’t you start crying again” you said kissing harry’s cheek and taking Rose carefully from him. You sat on the couch and lifted you tee up, bringing rose to your nipple. Soon she was sucking on it hungrily. You rubbed her head and Harry sat on the other side rubbing her small feet.

“So yeh were hungry aye? Made daddy cry too.” Harry talked in baby voice making you giggle.

“wha’?” Harry asked with that innocent grin of his. You leaned to your side and placed a kiss on his open mouth.

“you’re just so cute” you giggled again making Harry blush. Harry winked at you and kept on rubbing Rose’s feet.

“Tiny. Her feet are so tiny, innit?” Harry asked.

“well she’s just 18 weeks old. So yeah” you said. And there you melted. The next thing you saw was Harry bending down to kiss the soft feet of his princess and touching them to his head.

“why’d you do that/” you asked him being curious. Like kissing was fine but the other one confused you a bit.

“Well she’s a little baby. Babies are god, so I just thanked my god for blessing my family with such precious ladies.” Harry smiled. You swore you never felt that much emotional in your entire life. Your eyes filled with tears as a drop of water slipped through one.

“oh no no. why’re yeh cryin’? Harry asked pulling you to his chest making sure he doesn’t disturbs the little missy who was having her dinner.

“i-i just love you both so much” you cried pulling away. Harry’’s face softened as his fingers collected the tears from your cheek, he leaned in and pecked your lips softly.

“i love yeh both too, wifey and my bubba tiny feet” Harry said pulling you both to his arms. Rose did blessed you both the day she was born.

[sunshiineharry-blog]

Maybe

I pull my steamy clothes out of the dryer gently placing them in my laundry hamper. In sync with my arms, I hum a tune lightly. I pause for just enough time for me to yawn before continuing to stuff my hamper.

I lug it into my living room, dumping it on the wood flooring. I sigh before rubbing my eyes.

I sit down on my couch, instantly grabbing a pair of jeans.

My eyes dart up and down them, silently cursing to myself. They were faded to the bone. The once dark pair of blue jeans were now more of a faded sky blue. Of course I used the wrong detergant. Again.

I toss them to the side before grabbing them again. I notice a lump in the left pocket.

I forcefully tug it out before trying to flatten out the wrinkles and tiny wrips.

I could barely make out the picture. I had to squint my eyes to get a good glimpse of it.

My eyes widen when the picture was visible. I gently place my hand over my mouth to keep me from screaming out in despair.

My eyes move around the faded picture. I've been looking for this picture forever. Good thing it's ruined.

My eyes move to the right of the picture. It was me. Back when I was...happy. I knew how everything was going in my life. I had a perfect boyfriend. I had a perfect life. 

Before I can stop myself, my eyes dart over to the left.

Harry.

His plump lips were planted on my cheek. His toned arms were wrapped around my tiny waist.

He was wearing his blue shirt with hearts scattered all around it. He knew how much I loved it. 

It was the night of his 19th birthday. We had gotten his friend Nick to take a picture of us. We weren't in the clearest state when this photo was snapped. I was smiling like a maniac. My cheeks were flushed a bit. Caused by a mix of the alcohol and Harry's affection twords me.

I close my eyes, trying to build a fortress around my tears. I wasn't going to let myself keep looking back to the past. Things happen for a reason. Harry and I weren't meant to be. No matter how much I wish fate was that way, there is nothing I can do or say about it. 

I know one day I will have to let it all go. Let go everything we've been though. Just like he probably has. He obviously has no time to be looking back, considering how lovely the future looks for him. 

It's just so hard to get go. The way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way his green eyes shimmer.

We've been through so much together, it's hard to believe that we just threw it away. 

I quickly snap back to reality, gazing at the picture once more before placing it to the side.

I place my hands on my thighs, letting out a small defeated sigh.

I let my mind wander off. It seems like it only wants to think about Harry. I let it do what it wants. Memories flood my mind, causing tears to form in the corners of my eyes.

I sure hope he knows that if he ever wants to come back, he's welcomed with open arms.

Maybe he'll never find what he was hoping for. Maybe he'll come back to me. Tell me he loves me, hold me in his arms, shield me away from the outside world. 

Maybe he'll come back because he misses what he once had. I mean, we had a bond like I never had with anyone else. We openly shared our secrets with each other, knowing that not a other sole will ever know.

Maybe he'll realize he's missed me after all this time. Missing the little things that I did that he seemed to love. The simple things I would do. Like flipping my hair to the side, scratching the one spot on my neck all the time. He would pester me about them all the time. I loved it.

Maybe he'll realize he changed his mind. I hope he knows that I'm waiting for him to come back. If he ever will...

I was strong enough to rebel against him, but weak enough to fall to his knees-begging. I know I still need him, regardless of what he does and feels.

I still can't believe I let him walk away. If I hadn't been so stubborn, I probably would've ran after him. 

It's pushed in the back of my mind that one day I will have to move on. I will have to release what I'm feeling and find another someone. Let it all go. 

I know that even if I do forget about him, I'll still have that little fire still burning for him. I'll keep it lit in the back of my mind if he ever chooses to come back, I'll probably fall to his feet.

Maybe one day he'll look at himself in the mirror and imagine me wrapping my small arms around his waist. He'll picture me giggling behind him, gently resting my head on his back. And he'll realize that he misses it. 

I slowly rest my head on the top of my couch. I let out a sigh before placing my hands over my face.

Why? This whole thing is my fault. I let him slip through my fingers, taking advantage of what I had. I guess I never expected us to split.

I slowly lift myself off the couch before walking over to my kitchen. I grab my phone before walking back to where I was.

I unlock my phone before pressing contacts. I scroll through them before finding a familiar one.

"Harry Styles" The screen read out. If it were a year ago, the contact would say "darling" with a few cute emoji's next to it.

I move my finger over the contact before fearlessly pressing down on his name, revealing his contact information.

I eye my phone before breaking down.

I just needed to hear his velvet deep voice again. I wanted to hear his heavy breathing on the other line, just like before.

I look down at my phone before gently pressing "call"

I start to move my phone up to my ear, letting it ring two times. I shake my head before quickly hanging up. I can't do this. What the hell was I thinking?

I place my phone next to me, leaning back. I close my eyes, attempting to let everything drain out of my system.

As my body starts to ease, I feel a light vibrate next to me. 

As I lift the phone up so I can see it, I feel my stomach drop. It was Harry.

I answer it, cupping a hand over my mouth to keep myself from lashing out, telling him the pain I've been through.

"Hello?" His raspy voice brings back so many memories as I clutch the phone harder with two hands.

"H-Harry?" My small voice trembles as my hands start to shake.

"Yes? Is everything okay?"

My bottom lip starts to quiver as I feel tears snake down my cheek.

"Are you crying?" He calls through the phone.

I don't answer.

There was a long pause. Just before I was about to hit "end call", Harry breaks the silence.

"(Y/N)...I-I have to tell you something."

I don't answer again. My grip grows tighter on the phone.

"I don't think you're really going to appreciate this but...I've been thinking about the choice I made about our relationship." He stops, breathing heavily into the phone. "I think I made a mistake." 

I feel my eyes widen the same time as my smile.

"I was thinking that you would let me come over and we could try to work out what we left unfinished? I can't live without you. You're all I think about all the time. I can't sleep at night anymore. I've been thinking about what I did for weeks on end. I guess I never really tried to let everything go...but I can't move on. I love you. Only you."

"I-I've been feeling the same way. Please come over." I pratically beg

"Of course. I-I love you." He says before the phone clicks off.

About fifteen minutes later I hear a soft knock at the door. 

I race to the door, running straight into his arms. He rubs the small of my back, right where he used to all the time.

I lead him to my living room. He instantly spots the picture.

He takes it inbetween his fingers. "I've missed these days." He sighs, looking over at me. 

My bottom lip tremples as I manage to say "Me too."

Before I know it, his lips are on mine.

Maybe he did feel the same way after all.

Maybe. Just maybe.

[fcksnarry]

Almost done Crash part 2. I'll post it tomorrow I'm too tired tonight. Goodnight bbys I love you all, you beautiful people :) .xx

[jiminorbit]

HARRY STYLES IS JUST SO AWKWARD AND GIVES ME FEELS SO EASILY BECAUSE HE'S THE KIND OF GUY WHO'D BE SUCH A GENTLEMAN ON YOUR GUY'S FIRST DATE AND HE'D LIKE ALMOST KNOCK SOMETHING OVER AND BE SO QUICK TO MAKE SURE IT DIDN'T BUT IT'D END UP FALLING ANYWAYS AND HE'D GET ALL RED AND JUST PICK IT UP AND SIT DOWN ACROSS FROM YOU AND ASK YOU HOW YOU WERE AND HE'D BE SO SOCIALLY AWKWARD BECAUSE HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND NEVER HAD THIS FEELING WHERE HIS HANDS ARE SWEATY AND HIS HEART IS BEATING REALLY FAST AND HE ALWAYS THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A CLICHE MYTH BUT ITS HAPPENING NOW AND HE REALLY JUST CANT BELEIVE IT AND HE REALLY WANTS TO JUST LEAN OVER AND GIVE YOU A KISSTHEN AND THERE BUT HE REALIZES HOW RUDE IT WOULD BE CONSIDERING IT WAS THE FIRST DATE AND HE WANTED TO MAKE SUCH A GOOD IMPRESSION ON YOU AND WHEN HE GOT BACK TO HIS FLAT LOU WOULD STILL BE UP WAITING FOR HARRY TO GET BACK HOME TO ASK ALL ABOUT HIS DATE AND WHEN LOU FINALLY GOT HARRY TO TELL HIM HARRY WOULD MAKE LOU PROMISE NOT TO LAUGH BUT LOU WOULD LAUGH ANYWAY BECAUSE HIS LITTLE HAROLD IS IN LOVE AND HE'S GROWING UP AND HE'S JUST SO HAPPY FOR HIS BEST FRIEND TO FINALLY FIND THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS THE ONE HE WOULD MUMBLE ABOUT WHEN THEY TALKED ABOUT SETTLING DOWN IN THE FUTURE AND LOU KNOWS HARRY CAN GET YOU BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH OF A SWEET GUY HE WAS AND HOW ANY GIRL WOULD BE SO EXTREMELY LUCKY TO GET A GUY LIKE HARRY BECAUSE HE WOULD DO ANYTHING TO MAKE THE ONES HE LOVES HAPPY AND I JUS NEED TO SThap ANd BReatHE I S2g.

[iminsecuredonutwhatfor]

your first date with Harry

you are getting your shoes on when you hear the doorbell ring. you answer the the door and see harry standing there with a rose hi he says hi I'm almost ready please come in,thanks he says slowly stepping in. you put on your shoes and walk to Harry kissing his cheek ready?he asks yep lets go. When you get to the restaurant there are fans everywhere as you get out of the car you grab Harry's hand and dodge all the fan's you sit down at a table farther away from the window and start making small talk.

you:it must be hard doing this all the time

Harry:ya i mean I'm used to it

right before you can say something back you hear a fan yell for Harry you look at him and smile don't worry about it they will stop soon he smiles.After your done eating he drives you home

Harry: sorry about all the fans

you:that's ok you cant do anything about them

you are finally home and Harry walks you up to the door before you went in he grabbed your arm and pulled you in and kissed you passionately i had a great time tonight he said as he let you go me too you said. as he walked back to his car you waved and waited till he was out of sight to close your door. you close your door and lean on it as you slide down biting your lip and smile.

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[mdyclothes]

Photoshooting with Harry