#harry styles preferecne

[scriptedangel]

The one where Harry found and lost Y/n early.

a/n: as usual gif is not mine ++ this was loosely inspired by a tumblr post BUT i couldn't find the tumblr post to link it down here,, i do hope people enjoy reading this post :)

warning: grief? angst?

02.06.19

The world adores Harry Styles, incredibly talented singer and songwriter, amazing model and movie actor and just a wonderful human being in general. When the news about Harry getting married to the love of his life,Y/n, the world rejoice for the two. Although, let’s be honest, some fans’ dreamed were crushed as their favourite idol is getting married. Nevertheless everyone was happy. 

The fans not only adore Harry but unexpectedly they adore Y/n as well. It took quite a while before they realised that Y/n has always been very supportive of Harry and has always been very kind and sweet to his fans. 

Whenever they are spotted by fans during their dates, Harry would always look at Y/n for confirmation while Y/n just nodded her head and waited for Harry patiently, she even offers a hand to take picture of her boyfriend with his fans. She’ll take countless of pictures and videos for the fans. Anywhere. Anytime. 

Unfortunately, there was an incident when Harry was too focused talking to another fans when a rude fan came up and grabbed hold of Y/n’s hair. Her hair was roughly pulled before the rude fan slapped her across the face. Y/n was too stunned but she didn’t curse or even slap her back. She smiled and nodded her head while the security team rushed towards her. 

The security team told the fan to leave in a very equally rude way but Y/n saw this and sighed. She put a hand on the security’s arm and whispered to him to just let it go while she was ushered back to the van. 

This did not stop Y/n from being kind to Harry’s fans, really it did not. Whenever she was in his concert, she would try her best to make everyone feels welcome. When she turned back and saw one fan, her face was all red and her hair was sticking to her face as she was sweating. She realised that the fan was being uncomfortable so she quickly hurried and took a new bottle of water close to the stage and approached her.

The fan’s eyes turned wide opened being approached by her idol’s girlfriend. She coughed loudly and Y/n smiled sweetly and handed her the bottle. The fan saw this and her lips parted in shock, she shook her head slightly and smiled in return and said, “Thank you.”

Sometimes when fans noticed her in the concert, they would call out for her name. If she was lucky she could sneak through the security and quickly have a chat with them. While most of times, fans would just politely asked her to pass some notes to Harry. Y/n would nod in a friendly manner and express her gratitude that Harry is sure he would give. At the end of the chat she would always give her promise to the fans and up till now she never ever broke one of her promises. 

If she wasn't lucky and the security might be too tight, she would always smile sadly and mouthed her apology in return. Fans however still love and adore her knowing that Y/n is an absolute sweetheart. 

It’s proven by how Harry would always tweet something related to the notes he received that day or how he would talk and even message the fans privately the next day. It happens more than once or twice and fans started realising that Y/n truly is an angel and Harry couldn't be luckier to have Y/n by his side. 

//

Harry was one of the lucky people that found his love at a very early age. He got married to Y/n, his person at the age of 28. Truly it was one of his happiest days in his life when he kissed Y/n in front of his loved ones as his bride.

Another moment that could top his happiest day would be right now. It would be this event that Y/n had prepared for him. Y/n had tried to cook his favourite meal, sushi. It was rather hard and Y/n is a terrible cook but she did try her best and Harry loved it.

After Y/n prepared their dinner, she quickly poured Harry a glass of red wine. Y/n had read somewhere that red wine symbolises happiness and transformation. 

Harry laughed heartedly when he saw Y/n staggering with a both hands occupied, a glass of red on her right hand and a glass of water on her left hand and a bowl of freshly cuts kiwi as the centre of her arm.

He was quick on his feet and offered his hand by taking both glasses on his hands, Y/n smiled and mumbled a small, “Thank you.”

When the both of them sat down on their couch, Harry quickly raised his eyebrow, Ar’ you not drinkin?” He tilted his head as he turned to look at Y/n.

Y/n’s ears turned red and Harry knew it was one of the signs, she was being shy. Y/n’s lips twitch into a small smile before she shook her head and took something out from her pocket.

Harry looked down at what she was handing him, it was a pregnancy test. He flipped it around and saw two bright red stripes appeared. He looked back at his wife, wide eyes waiting in anticipation for his reaction. 

He looked back down at the test and let out a howl, “Love?” His voice full of surprise and eyes full of delight, “M’gonna be a father?” His grin was wide and it melted Y/n’s heart.

Y/n hummed happily and Harry really couldn't think of any other words even if he’s a billboard record holding song writer. Harry could only swooped her up in his arm and kissed her cheek loudly. “M’so happy.” As he muttered these words against her cheeks. 

His hand softly trailing on her belly and he bended down to her stomach level and gave them a kiss. Y/n giggled as it tickled her and Harry laughed. He quickly peck her lips and mumbled against them, “Love yeh both.”

Y/n quickly turned her head and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, “We love you too.”

//

The first time Y/n was talking in her sleep, Harry was utterly confused. They were bundled up under a thick blanket, when Y/n started squirming. Harry woke up and looked down at her sleepily. 

“Sleep, Love.” His voice deep and raspy.

Y/n knuckled her eyes and quietly say, “I’m a Ravenclaw.” Her eyes still shut close but her lips widened forming a huge grin. 

Harry opened his eyes widely thinking that Y/n couldn't sleep and she was awake but when he looked down to the girl around his arms, eyes still fully closed, he was confused.

“Ravenclaw?” He asked while looking down at his girl. He felt his girl nodding her head around his chest and Harry’s heart squeezed at how precious his girlfriend is. 

She’s talking in her sleep and that moment Harry realised that he was absolutely whipped for this girl. 

“How’re you so sure?” He asked, amused. 

Her eyebrows furrowed lightly and her lips jutted out softly, “I was sorted.” Harry chuckled softly and continued asking, “Sorted?”  

This time Y/n hummed and whispered, “Pottermore.” With that Harry remembered how she was gushing about the quiz made by one of her favourite authors, J.K. Rowling. 

Harry smiled and kissed her forehead and she smiled sleepily and nuzzled closer to him. Harry is truly, madly, deeply in love with her.

//

After Y/n’s surprise dinner. Harry’s stomach was constantly backflipping every now and then. Harry was too happy that he couldn't sleep. Y/n on the other hand was drained. After a day out with her friends and preparing her surprise for Harry, she was absolutely worn out.  

Harry looked down at his angel, eyes fluttered close and her cheeks mushed against his chest, his heart skipped a beat and it’s just impossible for him not to fall for her even harder. 

He remembered the first time he fell for her. She was reading a book when she squealed and her eyes lit up at certain part of the book. He remembered that she’s insanely bright and knowledgable. A bit quirky and dorky but absolutely intelligent. 

Y/n tightened his hold around Harry and she was mumbling something, Harry smiled knowing this is one of signs of her going to sleep talk. This time Y/n’s eyes flutters open and Harry could only smile back at her. 

“You okay?” His voice was soft and tender and Y/n couldn't help but smile at her husband and nodded her head. 

“I dreamt about something,” her voice was thick and heavy with sleep. 

“Bout something, huh?” He teased her softly while squeezing her hips. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before Harry continued, “Wha’ did you dream about?”

“That I was a yellow butterfly.” Her voice was dreamy and she said it with a small smile. 

It was no secret that Y/n adores butterflies. She once did a research about butterfly and from that moment she fell in love with butterflies.  There was even one moment when they were dating and Harry could never forget this moment. 

“Harry Edward Styles, I love you.” She said it loud and clear with smile lingering on her face. Harry was too starstruck and in love that he couldn't say anything even with his mouth hanging open.

Harry just leaned closer and put both of his arms around her waist and smeared their lips together, “I love you so much more.” He mumbled against her lips and connected them together. 

As much as Harry wanted to continue this forever, he had to pull away and took a breather. Y/n’s dreamy smile was still plastered and Harry was 100% sure he would do anything just to keep that smile on her face.

Harry was still smiling when he asked, “What else did you wanna say to me, Love?” He asked her, recalling that she had mentioned two things that she wished to tell him. 

Y/n just giggled before pulling his t-shirt closer to her and she tip-toed and whispered to his cheeks, “I wanna be a yellow butterfly...” As soon as those words left her lips, he hugged her close and smiled. 

“You can always be my yellow butterfly.” He whispered back to Y/n which made her laugh loudly in return and as cliche as it sounds, it sounds like music to his ear. 

“Butterfly, eh?” He teased her again as he was reminded about their first confession. She pouted softly and pinched his arm lightly before he laughed and said, “You’re always my yellow butterfly, Love.”

Harry saw his wife pinched eyebrows before continuing, “They’re really pretty and you’re really pretty too.” He flirted playfully with a small while nudging her with his shoulder. 

She rolled her eyes playfully at her husband antique but she couldn't hide the small smile the crept in and closed her eyes in content. “Their lives are pretty sad though,” she let out a deep breath. 

Harry hummed in response waiting for her to continue. 

“They struggled for so long as eggs, larva, pupa then became a butterfly,” This time her eyes were still closed and she her grip on to Harry tighter. 

“Continue, m’love.” He whispered as he rubbed small circles on her exposed arms. 

“Then they die after two weeks or less.” She sighed before looking up to him. Harry smiled softly at her glossy eyes. 

“But they helped the world become a better place to live in.” He continued before kissing her cheeks softly and she sniffled, “You’re right.”

Harry chuckled softly before pressing his lips on top of her crown head and nuzzled closer towards her neck, her back against him. “Rest well, m’love.” 

Y/n sighed in content and grabbed his arm around her and hold it close towards her chest. They both fell asleep against each other with a smile on their faces.

//

Little did they know, Y/n was indeed just like a butterfly. Her life was cut short when she gave birth to her precious daughter. It wasn't clear how did it happen but the doctors and nurses were saying about severe blood loss. Indeed it was a life for a life.

When Harry heard the news that his daughter is safe and healthy his heart was relieved and overflowed with joy. It was when he saw the doctor’s forced smile his heart stuttered. 

“Your wife did not make it.” The doctor said it. There he said it. As soon as those words were uttered by the doctor. His heart was ripped apart, left shattered. His guts clenched in ways that he never knew could. 

It felt like air cut out his throat and he couldn't breathe as it hurts so bad. His knees dropped on the floor, not knowing what to do. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, how could he do that when his other half was forever gone and lost?

He just couldn’t believe what happened. His mother was quick beside him and cradled him closer just like how she did when her son was younger. Harry shook his head in denial and Anne was just there wrapping her warm arms around her son with silent tears falling down for her lost daughter-in-law.

Harry was trembling and shaking, he was angry to the point that his whole body was thrashing around the hospital floor. The whole scene was just too unbearable that everyone’s heart broke at an instant when Harry let out a loud sob.

When the news was broadcasted and the whole world knew about Harry’s loss. Everyone weeped and grieved together with Harry. When every started moving on, Harry couldn’t. He broke whenever he saw things that reminded him of Y/n. Thus his sister took care of their daughter at that moment. 

The world truly see how broken and loss Harry was, it was not a doubt that Y/n truly meant everything to him.Harry took a break from the public eye by disappearing and spending more time back at his home. It was too painful for him to step inside their house as Y/n’s scent was still strong and he would just break down right there and then.

He started drinking twice his liquor and then thrice. He didn't know what exactly drive him back to go back to their house. But that night he did. 

He stepped in to their house that felt familiar yet oddly strange. The warmth was replaced by the musky air and dust. His footsteps were heavy as he had to physically drag himself towards their shared room. He could faintly smell her perfume. 

He stopped as soon as his eyes reached his own reflection at Y/n’s make up desk. His hair tousled in every directions, his eyes were rimmed red and deep black bags under his eyes, his shoulders drooped slightly and he’s barely breathing, he felt barely alive. 

His tired eyes traveled down to his rumpled and dirty clothes but his eyes landed on a piece of letter. He felt his eyes welled up with tears and his heart throbbed painfully and his throat clogged up as soon as he saw the familiar handwriting of his dead wife.

Haz :)

He took the letter with trembling hands and opened the letter and the first tear rolled down, with shaky breath, he closed his eyes trying to compose himself and started reading the letter.

Hi!

Gosh this is so awkward, I don’t even know why I’m writing this letter to you when you are here laying beside me in deep sleep and quite frankly snoring loudly enough to wake the whole neighbourhood but I’ve come to tolerate the noise enough. 

Harry’s lips cracked into a small smile knowing how Y/n had always complained him snoring loudly. 

I can’t believe we’re gonna be parents soon. It felt just like yesterday that you were begging for one... You had no idea how my heart leapt twice, you know twice. First when I looked at the result after I peed on the pregnancy test,  second when I had to go to the doctor for a clear confirmation. 

Anyway, enough about that. I just wanna say that I’m scared. Tomorrow is our due date, if you don't remember. 

I’m scared that I won't be a good mother enough for our child BUT I do believe that we have great teamwork. One thing I know for sure is that I’m grateful that my child would have a father like you. 

Someone she could look up to and someone who could give assurance and comfort. I mean you take good care of me and I couldn't possibly say enough thank you in my life time for that. Nonetheless thank you, Haz.

If you ever doubted yourself for being a bad father just come and take a look of this letter. Somehow, I feel like you’ll need some assurance, I mean, who doesn't right? 

You’ll be fine, you’ll be the best dad in the whole wide world, or grandma, who knows? (Please get my Ant-man reference there, writing this down just incase you don't.)

Scratch that, you are amazing through and through.

I love you. I adore you. I appreciate you.

All the love, Y/n. x

Did I just copy you there? I just did ;) 

As soon as he finished reading, he turned the paper around hoping to see something else. It couldn't be just a letter, Harry needed her. How could he be father when Y/n wasn't the mother?

Yet, he smiled for the first time in a while. Y/n had always been able to make her smile without her even trying. Clearly she could even when she was already away. 

He cried once again and again but this time every tears that dropped felt like a burden was lifted. After hours and hours of crying, he felt like his broken heart was slowly mended. 

Although Y/n was already gone, she never truly left. 

Y/n would always be around. Whenever he walked through this road, he would always remember Y/n’s laughter and jokes. Whenever he walked through his favourite bakery, he would always remember Y/n giggling about the frostings. Anywhere he goes, there would be traces of Y/n here and there. 

He even got a daily reminder or a small miniature of Y/n, his very own daughter. The way his daughter would always pet the dog every time she meets one. The way his daughter’s eyes lit up with joy and hands moving animatedly whenever she talks something she’s passionate about. The way his daughter would have conversation with him even if she’s asleep. 

Harry promised Y/n to be the best parent their daughter could ever wished for. He promised to take care of his daughter and raise her with all the love he could offer and that his daughter will always remember that her mother was a real life angel.

Just like his wife, Harry never breaks his promises.

//

Five years later...

They were having picnic in their backyard. The sun was up and bright. They both prepared peanut butter jelly, two glasses of lemonade and kiwi ice-cream for dessert. 

Harry is on his back and a small smile painted on his face with his daughter’s head on his lap. “Daddy, tell me more about Mummy.” His daughter rolled out and sat up straight with an excited smile.

Harry sat up, following her movement and smiled softly and his daughter. “Yer mom likes talking in her sleep.” He whispered as if he was telling her a secret.

His daughter giggled softly, “Me too.” 

Harry chuckled and shook his head, “You too.”

“What did she say?” Her toothy grin came up with her hands covering her giggly smile. 

Harry pursed his lips, pretending he was thinking hard. “C’mon, tell me.” His daughter jumped up and rubbed her both hands, pleading for him to tell more. “Please...”

Harry laughed at her being this cute, “She wanted to be a yellow butterfly.”

“Yellow butterfly?” She asked with her hands tilted quizzically. Harry smiled and nodded his head in confirmation. “I wanna be a yellow butterfly too.” She said and Harry was just grinning. 

As soon as she plopped down, “Daddy, I love you.” She declared and hugged his father tight. In an instant, Harry’s arms went around the small figure girl. 

“I love you too, Button.” He whispered and kissed her cheek. When they pulled apart, his daughter’s eyes lit up and her mouth was wide opened. Harry raised his eyebrow questioning her. 

“Mummy’s here.” She pointed the small yellow butterfly perched on his right knuckles. Harry looked down to where she’s pointing and his eyes slightly watered before he took a deep breath and smiled. A small tear rolled down and his heart squeezed lightly. 

“Mummy’s always here.” He raised his right knuckle and transferred the yellow butterfly on top of her shoulder. He used his index finger, pointing where her heart is. “She’s always here.” 

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so, this is my third writing post :)

i’m sorry for all the grammatical mistakes,, i’ll try to edit them soon

feedbacks are always appreciated :)

on the side note though i really wish people give more chances and appreciate single parents more!! really they deserve equal respect as other parents do too.

anyway, have a lovely day ahead. x