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Honey I

Read Honey here | ~5k words

From me: Supposed to be a one-shot but I have literally NOT stopped writing. So it's going to be a series because I CANNOT shut up and while I tried to keep it short and sweet, there was just too much for them. Majority of this story is going to be in Harry's POV (kind of) because I just think it's more interesting.

Warnings: parent death out of NO WHERE early on, angst, fluff, and a whole lot of baby stuff

Summary: “Who’s Miss Honey?” He looked above his laptop screen, the last application in front of him.

She laughed softly, her cheeks turning the slightest shade of pink. “Me,” she smiled politely, but her focus was sweetly on the baby as she chugged her bottle. “The little ones that had me before loved Matilda, we watched it weekly, and they said I was sweet like Miss Honey.”

She was his favorite before she entered the room.

Harry had decided he was only going to have one love of his life and that was it. He had tried a lot. But now that he was officially in his thirties, it was time to stop being flighty. Time to focus only on those that would make his life better and only on the things that added to his life.

Of course, he hadn’t anticipated falling in love with her as hard as he did. He had heard the stories. But she was different. Naturally. He didn’t believe it was possible. Harry was in love before, and it always burned him the wrong way. Cheating, lying, using... he was victim to terrible relationships.

But her?

She was different. Her love was unconditional. The very first day. Harry was putty. A mess. A complete sap. The little girl was growing to have sweet green eyes and perfect pink lips. She had the making of soft brown hair and Harry wondered if it would turn to curls like his.

But she was so beautiful and so perfect. It brought him to his knees every time he came home from work and saw her little face glow with recognition that he was all hers—and he was. So truly, there didn’t seem to be much room for anything else.

He didn’t love her mom. It wasn’t anything personal. The plan was to co-parent. It was an amicable decision. They weren’t in love with one another. Only with the baby. “She is one-hundred percent Styles,” Chloe smirked in the hospital. “Traitor,” she cooed and kissed the little one on the forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Guess m’good for something,” he winked and kissed the top of her head. “Thanks for all your hard work,” he joked.

It wasn’t a bad thing. They weren’t meant to be together, and it was evident in the way she continued to date throughout her pregnancy. The way she drove Harry insane as he worried about every little blip on the ultrasound and paid no mind to the aches and pains she had. (They were minor; and Harry was a control freak.)

Someone like Harry didn’t like surprises.

Which was probably why he was so angry at the driver that took away his friend and the mother of his child in a horrific, tragic car accident. Leaving Harry completely at a loss as to how he was to care for the sweet little girl who’d only barely been in the world for a month.

Harry was an extremely successful businessman. His company made millions of dollars a day. Hundreds of thousands of dollars per hour. So, he had the means for just about anything. Except he hadn’t a clue how he was supposed to help a defenseless baby without a maternal figure. Chloe was happy to stay home, and Harry was willing to pay for anything she needed. They weren’t in a relationship, but he was happy to be friends. She needed a friend as much as Harry did. There wasn’t much family in her life and in a weird way, they were a family. Harry struggled to trust people. Be it because of the money or simply because he worked so hard to get where he was it was hard to let Chloe in after he found out she was pregnant but he was willing to for their baby.

While Harry had relied on his mum and Gemma following the accident, it was impossible to let them take on all the responsibility. Given Harry hadn’t been to the office in almost a month, he needed to figure something out and the sooner the better.

He wasn’t going to cheap out on a nanny. Not even slightly.

So, for the first time since the accident, Harry packed his schedule. Brought the baby and the pink backpack that didn’t match his navy suit to the office. The women fawned over the little miss. Even the men made faces at her. Especially her Uncle Niall—Harry’s best friend and business partner. “Think maybe I’ll just quit and watch her for you,” Niall suggested brushing his finger on her cheek.

Harry snorted and settled into the conference room where he would be conducting interviews. He had done interviews hundreds of times before in the very room, but this time was much different. This was his little girl. He was going to be thorough, and he was determined to find the best person.

“When’s she coming in?”

“Last,” he told Niall not needing a clue about who he was referring to.

“Best for last, I like it,” he joked. “If you need help or want a second opinion, let me know. Just anybody won’t be good enough for my niece. Isn’t that right Little Miss?” Niall cooed and pressed his lips to the top of her head making her little face quirk up in a smile in delight.

“Aw, she loves me.”

Harry didn't like the idea that she was smiling at Niall at all. “It’s probably gas,” Harry scowled. She wasn’t going to love anyone. Especially not a boy and especially not one that wasn’t Harry.

Niall clapped him on the back with a chuckle as he left the conference room with a wave.

The interviews were intense. Within seconds, Harry knew if the woman across from him was going to be a good fit. Harry wasn’t blind; he knew many of the women that traipsed into his office for an interview were there for him. Not the little one. The ones that didn’t even glance at her in her seat were given a set of short questions. Those that oohed and ahhed over her received a longer list of questions that he hoped would tell him everything he needed to know. But no one had sparked his interest by the time he got to the last name on his list.

Harry had the baby in her car seat on the table between them watching the way she interacted with her. For most of the time she slept. Harry did work between interviews—especially when the shorter ones ended before the allotted time scheduled.

It was right before the last interview that she woke from her nap. Her eyes wandered around the room, and she suckled on her pacifier. Harry smiled at her and gave her seat a little rocking motion.

Despite being the interview that he was most hopeful for, Niall chose that moment to interrupt. Requesting his presence immediately. Harry glared at his friend and turned his attention to the woman across the table from him. Her eyes hadn’t moved from the little one—only to hold Harry’s gaze while she shook his hand. Her handshake was warm, gentle, but firm. He thought that immediately spoke volumes and the moment their introduction was complete, she turned her attention to the baby.

“Why hello, Miss Cecelia,” she grinned. “Are you having fun at work today?” She asked. “Are you the boss of everyone?”

“She definitely the boss,” Niall said in the doorway gathering Harry’s attention. He wanted to smack Niall.

“Are you serious?” He grumbled as he walked through the door and glanced back at her as she played with Cece. “It couldn’t wait?”

“I don’t know why you even bothered. Sarah and Mitch’s friends swear by her.”

Harry sighed. It was helpful knowing that someone Sarah and Mitch trusted were content with her services. They said she even babysat for their baby a few times over the years and had nothing but good things to say.

“Hi, sorry, to interrupt. But she’s making a gummy little noise—I think she’s hungry. Do you have a bottle I can grab her?”

“It’s in the fridge,” Harry turned to Niall looking for help.

“I’ll go grab it—”

“Allow me,” she offered and hurried down the hall as if she had already been in the office her whole life. Niall looked at his friend pointedly. When Harry changed her diaper earlier, the woman he was interviewing was unimpressed and when her face twisted in disgust Harry dropped the short number of questions to an even smaller number.

About a minute and a half later she returned. She glanced over her shoulder, shaking the bottle and then testing it on the inside of her wrist in one movement. “Jeez, drool much,” Niall muttered. Harry looked at him curiously and wiped at his mouth in case he was drooling at the sight of her. But Niall nodded at the person at the end of the hall staring at her from where the break room was.

One of Harry’s employees was smiling after her as she walked down the hall, his gaze clearly lingering on something that was not his to linger on. “I’m not sure who he is, but he needs a sexual harassment seminar,” she muttered.

Harry’s gaze flicked to the man who’s eyeline was still much lower than it should have been. He opened his mouth to shout something, but Niall gently pushed him toward the conference room. “I’ll fire him, just go... hire the insanely perfect nanny.”

He stepped back into the room and she looked uncomfortable.

“I’m sor—”

“I’m sorry,” she interrupted quickly holding the bottle still. “I’m so used to just...” she shook her head and turned to Harry expectantly. “Does she eat in the car seat, or do you need to hold her? I can write my own notes for you if you want while you feed her,” she offered. Cecelia was starting to fuss, her eyes catching sight of her food and anticipating how yummy it would be.

Harry tried not to feel an overwhelming sense of hope but that was hopeless. She was already perfect.

“You can feed her,” he offered. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Hold this sweet little cutie? Don’t have to tell me twice,” she grinned delightedly and expertly and sweetly plucked the little one from between the straps and settled into her seat. “Hi girly, are you hungry?” She cooed. “I’m sure,” she said as if Cece had answered.

Harry felt a squeeze of pressure around his heart. While Cece settled into eating, Harry gave them both a moment to adjust while he clicked into her application documents on his laptop. The rest had been put into the computer’s recycle bin.

“Who’s Miss Honey?” He looked above his laptop screen, the last application in front of him.

She was his favorite before she entered the room.

But now that she was in the room, he noted Miss Honey had a gorgeous smile which was not part of the qualifications. But Harry wasn’t blind to that either. It was perhaps the only way she looked similar to the women that came through for interviews before her. But even then, there was something so much better about her smile than the rest. Maybe because it was shy and sweet. It wasn’t flashy and certainly not directed for Harry. No, it seemed her smile belonged to Cece and that was it. She watched as Cece sucked down her milk and her eyes shone with pride, adoration, and warmth. Something Harry wasn’t sure he could explain to someone else without having them see it with their own eyes. Her body held Cece perfectly. Like she was meant to hold her. Effortless.

What was part of what made her infinitely more qualified than the others he saw, were the glowing and gushing letters from the previous family that had her. Even the little ones who signed with their name and ages (five and eight) told Harry in their little crayon letters that Miss Honey was the best. It was tragic they were moving, and she couldn’t go too far from her own family. She was everything Harry could have hoped for. The two letters from the children she nannied for pulled at his heart in a way he didn’t know was possible.

“Hi Cecelia,” she cooed while Harry looked over the words Mitch and Sarah’s friends used to describe her: dependable, intelligent, wonderful, and completely perfect. “You are so pretty; do you know that?” She asked and brushed her finger on Cece’s little cheek while she ate. “Does she sleep well?”

Harry was exhausted. Mostly because he thought every little noise was bad. He was completely thrown during the time off he took while he figured out the situation. It was a huge adjustment for him and Cece. Everything he did felt like it was wrong. “Sometimes,” he said quietly.

“How about eating?” She asked. “It seems like it’s good. Are you a good eater, Miss Cecelia?” she smiled excitedly at the little one. Harry didn’t answer because he felt like he was being interviewed and even though he had no issue answering her, he just wanted to feel a semblance of control over this otherwise stressful, uncontrollable life. “Sorry,” she blushed a shade deeper when no answer came. “I just... I want to know everything about her. I’m not judging, I swear. I... I heard about what happened to her mom,” her voice was full of sympathy. “I’m so sorry Mr. Styles.”

Harry didn’t love Cece’s mum—not that way, but she didn’t deserve to be ripped away from their daughter either. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. “Thank you.”

Over the last month and a half, Harry became even colder and more distant. Once Cece was born, he didn’t love anyone but his baby girl, his company, and his family. With the little one, he planned on never falling in love again. Maybe when she was eighteen and started to live her own life, he would try again but he was certain he was never going to be able to leave Cece to her own devices. He was wrapped around her little finger that was smaller than the width of his bottom tooth. “Can I ask how many people have interviewed?” She wondered.

“Several...” Harry sighed. It felt like hundreds.

“What do you want for Cecelia?” She asked. Harry tilted his head at her. She was still looking at Cece, she was almost finished with her bottle and her little fingers wrapped around the bracelet near the bottle. “Do you like jewelry, Cecelia?” She giggled. “Good girl; don’t ever settle for anything less than what you want,” she smiled knowingly. Once the bottle was finished, she placed it on the table, then immediately brought her to her chest to burp her.

Harry was unable to form any of the questions he wanted to ask. In the span of a half hour, he hadn’t asked a single question he had prepared because he didn’t need to. “Good girl,” she praised as the little air bubble escaped her lips. Harry thought she would be good. But he didn’t know she would be this good. Then, she placed her back into the car seat and grabbed the toy Harry had left for her to hold onto while he interviewed. It was a small set of rubbery keys. Each one had a different texture and color. They were also filled with little balls that sounded like a rattle when it moved. “Is that so cool?” She asked Cece and giggled when Cece shoved one of the keys into her gummy little mouth.

Harry’s phone rang. He didn’t want to answer it because even though he was taking time off to figure all this out, he had to work anyway. He sighed heavily; wishing he could ask at least one question from his list. “Would y’mind? I have t’take this,” he frowned.

“Of course,” she smiled politely.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes and then Harry was back at the conference room table. He looked at her playing with his little girl making silly noises and faces at the baby. Looking at her with so much love Harry felt like he was intruding.

Then Cece giggled a funny little sound that was most definitely accompanied by her smile. Harry’s heart clenched. She had never made that sound before but when she made it again, he was surer. He gasped. Miss Honey turned to Harry and tilted her head curiously. “She’s never giggled before,” he murmured.

“Oh goodness,” her cheeks pinked again in embarrassment. Then she bit the inside of her lip. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. Some parents were heartbroken about firsts happening while they weren’t around nor responsible for it. Looks like she would be looking for another family entirely.

“Don’t be,” he came over and brushed his finger over her little cheek and she smiled at the sight of him. It made his heart ache deeply. “Is Miss Honey so silly?” He used a voice that he should have felt embarrassed using around someone he was interviewing but if he was going to hire her, she would have to get used to it.

“Can you giggle again, cutie pie?” She asked and popped her lips, making the smile Harry loved more than anything in the world appear on her lips. Then the tiniest little noise came from her mouth again making Harry forget all about her smile and fell in love with the noise instead.

“Aren’t you so silly, Cece,” he cooed again and made the same popping sound.

She giggled again and it seemed it was decided. Cece had spoken. Or giggled her suggestion.

“This is m’address,” he handed her a business card with his home address on the back of it. “I’ll have a moving truck come t’your place on Friday. My personal phone number is there too. I already have you’re your phone number from your application,” he explained. “You can start Monday?”

“Yes, absolutely...but are you sure...? I know things popped up you didn’t really get to ask me any question—”

“Do y’want the job?” He asked.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, very much so.”

“Then it’s yours.”

Her smile was so beautiful Harry wanted to reach out and touch her face. “Thank you, Mr. Styles.”

“You can call me Harry, love,” he said and stuffed his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t do something insane like touch her face. “M’sorry ‘bout my former employee. Thank you for bringing it to m’attention.”

Her jaw dropped. “You fired him?”

Harry nodded easily. “Of course. I have a daughter. If he’s going t’ogle you and say something t’you that obviously wasn’t appropriate, m’not going t’let him work for me.”

“Harry,” she said quietly. “That was... I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s done,” he said simply. “I’ll see you Friday?” He asked.

She nodded. “Friday.”

“Do y’want t’say goodbye t’Cece?” He asked while her eyes darted to the little baby gnawing and drooling all over the toy keys.

Her smile bloomed and her cheeks blushed. “Yes, please,” she nodded quickly, unable to hide her want.

Harry smiled.

The next month passed in an insane blur.

She had moved into Harry’s spectacular home. It was huge. Tall ceilings, beautiful light fixtures, and shiny hardwood floors. Harry made sure her room had everything it needed. But still remained simple. A desk, a bed, a dresser, and a bookshelf. But she had plenty to make it her own, which Harry assured her she could do whatever she wanted to the walls so long as she didn’t knock them down, which made her giggle.

She had a huge walk-in closet that fit more clothes than she had which only signaled she could go shopping. But the best part was a little alcove that she would use for reading—it pushed outward of the house with a little bench in front of the window. It caught great light, and she could see Harry’s expansive backyard and garden through it. Harry also had a huge pool which excited her. It would help get her workouts in.

The walls were grey-blue, and it fit in with a lot of the décor she had. She hung pictures using removable sticky hooks—a holdover from college. She spaced them out between her couple rooms. She thought this room would have been perfect for a nursery but when she saw Miss Cecelia had a skylight that let in the moonlight and when she checked on her in the middle of the night that first day, it made way more sense.

Her bathroom was massive as well. It had a walk-in shower and no tub, which was fine with her. It was painted a light yellow, so it felt just bright and sunny. The water pressure was to die for she worried she would really stay in the shower way longer than she should have because of it. Harry took Cecelia to his mom’s house where he was going to stay for the weekend to let her get settled without him around. “Do you have a nanny cam?” She asked him. “I don’t mind if you do, I just want to make sure I don’t walk around naked or anything,” she joked.

Harry’s face had a strange look on it and then he cleared his throat. “No, security cameras are... they’re all outdoors.”

“So no skinny dipping,” she joked again, hoping the weird expression would disappear from his face but instead it remained and Harry smiled weakly before turning his attention back to Cece and making sure she was correctly in her seat.

“If you need help moving furniture or anything, let me know I can send someone over.”

“Okay,” she answered quietly worried she would say the wrong thing again.

“Alarm and lock codes and keys are on the breakfast counter for you. You’re welcome t’anything in the kitchen. You can use the car in the garage or y’can call m’driver,” he looked at her pointedly. “I’d prefer y’not Uber or take taxis.”

Her heart fluttered for what she wasn’t sure. It was no secret that Harry Styles was beautiful. When her previous family told her they were moving, she was devastated. She had been with them for two years and she loved them like they were her younger siblings. They offered for her to move with them, but she didn’t want to be far away from where they were. It was at least the same coast as her family, and she just loved the city they were in.

But when they told her they were recommending her to Harry, she was happy. Her research (social-media stalking) found very little. He was in news articles pertaining to Cece’s mom’s car accident which made her heart ache for both of them. Even though the articles made it very clear they were not a couple. Cece would never know her mom, but she hoped that Harry would tell her about her anyway. She found his company and read their mission statement. Harry did a lot of philanthropy which made her heart ache again. It was so kind and sweet. But there wasn’t much she got about Harry from her search. His personal pages were private and there was very little information. Even articles in local newspapers and magazines didn’t have much from interviews. Of course she could respect his privacy, but she was hoping to know a little more about the man she was going to be living with.

This was only her third nannying gig. But she fell in love with Cece the moment she laid eyes on her. She wanted Harry to like her and so far, all she felt was his cold and distant indifference. When he smiled at Cece she saw warmth and happiness. It was completely different than the persona he had when he directed it to her. But Harry chose her to do this. That had to mean something. Maybe he loved Cece��s mom more than the articles let on. Maybe it was a ruse. She couldn’t imagine what that call was like for Harry. There had to be stuff he was working through.

So she didn’t let his indifference bother her.

Or at least... she tried to not let it bother her.

Monday, she woke up early and got herself ready early before breakfast time. Harry said he left the house at seven-thirty so he would be at work an hour earlier than most everyone else. When she got to the kitchen, she started a pot of coffee. But then she noted there as a box of English breakfast tea, and she realized her mistake and turned the kettle on the stove instead.

Once the drinks were set on the counter to cool just a bit, she headed to Cece’s room. Found her gazing up at her mobile. “Hello sweet girl,” she cooed and her little face grinned. “We’re going to give you a quick change and then go get you some breakfast, yeah?” She scooped her out of her crib and turned to the changing table. She heard the shower turning off a couple rooms over while she quickly changed her. Harry was naked only a few rooms over.

Harry was excessively handsome. He was tall, with dark hair, gorgeous eyes, and a jawline that looked like it could cut through marble. But she thought he was most handsome when he smiled at Cece. It made a flutter in her heart to see him interact with the little one.

But a naked Harry might have been good too.

Cece made little noises trying to talk in a way that only made sense to a two-and-a-half-month old and pulled her inappropriate thoughts from her boss’ body. Even if she was sure there were muscles upon muscles hiding under suits.

When Cece was all changed and comfy, she put her on her hip, draping her securely with the wrap meant to keep her hands free. The kitchen was still empty, so she tended to Cece’s bottle and grabbed the bread from the breadbox to make toast. Once she learned what Harry liked she would make a better breakfast but surely everyone liked toast. Given there was a jam that was half eaten in the fridge she only assumed that she was correct.

“Hi,” Harry said quietly as she pulled the bottle from the warmer. She spun around and took in Harry’s perfectly styled hair, his suit that fit him like a second skin, and his shaven face.

“Good morning,” she grinned. “I...I made you tea, but I didn’t know how you took it.”

He tilted his head at her and noted the toast popping as well with his favorite jam sitting on the counter. She was making him breakfast.

Was that normal? Harry had no idea how a nanny worked. He never thought he would need one.

“Um...there’s also plenty of coffee if you prefer that—”

“No, thank you. Tea. Three sugars. Thank you,” he repeated and grabbed the sugar.

“Do you like a lot of jam or—”

“Just a regular amount,” he watched scooping the sugar into his drink with a teaspoon.

She slid the plate across to him. “Do you want to feed her, or would you like me to?”

“I’ll take her,” he offered. He wanted to see his little lady before he left anyway and could use a snuggle. It was the first time in a month he wouldn’t have her glued to him.

“Let’s go see Dada, Cece,” she cooed and pulled her from the strappy wrap that Harry could never figure out. “Who’s that?” She wrinkled her nose and smiled as she held her out to Harry. Cece grinned and melted Harry’s heart as he smirked and held his hands out for her. He gave her a big kiss on the cheek.

“Hi, Ce,” he hummed and grabbed the warmed bottle as well. He sat on the stool around the breakfast island and brought the bottle to her lips. “Did y’sleep well, cutie pie?”

She didn’t answer of course, focusing on sucking down her bottle instead. Part way through, her little eyes closed, and she stopped sucking. “Blow on her face,” she said.

“Pardon?”

She smiled. “If you blow on her face, she’ll become alert again. The bottle just tastes so good she’s a little drunk,” she giggled.

Harry blew a quick breath on Cece’s perfect little face and sure enough she perked right back up.

Harry had such long arms he could hold and wrap his arm around, so the bottle reached Cece’s mouth with one hand (sure it wasn’t the most comfortable angle) but it allowed him to take a sip of his tea and get a bite of his toast as well. Harry watched as she made her second cup of coffee and put cream and sugar into it. “Coffee hmm?” He asked.

She nodded. “I prefer iced, but I won’t say no to hot coffee.”

He pulled his phone from his pocket and put it on the counter so he could tap at the screen. “I’ll buy an iced machine,” he said quickly scanning the quick reviews on Google for the best one.

She was gaping at him. “Harry, that’s not necessary.”

“Course it is. Want you t’be comfortable here. S’least I can get you. S’your house too,” he shrugged.

Perhaps it would have been different had he been in love with the woman that previously lived here. But this was different. That was too much. “Harry, seriously.”

“Seriously, s’fine, love,” he shrugged one shoulder without looking up at her.

“Honestly, I can just use ice from the—”

“It’ll be here by the end of the day,” he said ending the discussion. He took another sip and bite of his tea. “Did y’do something different to the toast?” He asked putting his hand in front of his mouth so she wouldn’t see him chewing.

“I put butter on before the jam. I think it makes it sweeter. Sorry I should have—”

“I like it,” he smiled. A genuine smile. “Thank you, love.”

“You’re welcome. But...about the coffee... I really don’t think you needed to get me—”

He shook his head as he sipped the final remnants of his tea. “It’s done, love. S’nothing t’worry ‘bout,” he shrugged and just as Cece finished her bottle, Harry caught the time. “I have t’go,” he frowned. “You have a fun day with Miss Honey, Cece, yeah?” He winked at her making her heart skip a beat as she watched him kiss his baby’s cheek again. “I love you have a good day,” he cooed and kissed her again. “Do y’want her or should I put her in the swing?”

“Um... I’ll take her,” she murmured stunned by the interaction.

“Have a good day, Miss Honey,” he smiled sweetly.

She liked morning Harry a lot.

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Summary: Harry Styles, the cold and calculating son of a powerful mafia don, must consolidate power after his father's passing. He faces challenges from his unpredictable younger brother, Silas, and navigates a complex world of alliances, ruthless decisions, and family loyalty. Amidst the intrigue, the elegant and alluring Y/N Castellano, the daughter of an Italian mafia boss, attends the funeral and finds herself drawn to Harry. As power dynamics shift and the future remains uncertain, the story explores the dark and dangerous allure of the mafia, the weight of family legacies, and the potential for unexpected connections in a world defined by secrecy and ruthlessness.

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Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is forced to return to the town where she was born for extraordinary reasons. Her father is extremely sick and on the verge of passing away. Alsfield has changed and is far from what she remembers and even though she lived in town until her high school graduation she barely recognizes it. The town hides a big secret from a few individuals that live in it including Y/N. The man who maintains the town's secret and protects it is no other than Harry Styles. Things take a sudden twist when they meet. Numerous things will impede Y/N from returning to San Francisco to her somewhat ordinary life, will she be able to abandon the town that she had successfully escaped the first time? What is the big secret that the townspeople are hiding, and what is Y/N's role in it? Who is Harry? Where does he come from? Had she met him before? And what does he want from her?

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Summary: Harry is just like any other college student. He is a senior in Chicago University. He keeps to himself except when he is spending time with his closest friends, Sarah and Mitch. His world revolves around his future career, friends, and family. His quiet and routine driven life takes a turn, one weekend when he meets Y/N Y/L/N. She is way too different from him. She spends most of her days surrounded by people who care for superficial and materialistic things. Her parents are never home, and they think that with money everything can be solved. They are both from different worlds yet something that night clicks and Y/N can never again get him off her mind.

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gurugirl · 6 months ago

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I’ve had an awakening and am now absolutely desperate for Harry fics where the reader is pregnant. So please give me any recs you have they would be greatly appreciated

WELL!! I'll give you what I have from my masterlist and then rec some others for you 😏

Baby Daddy | friends to lovers (to parents)

The Queen's Secret (not a finished story but reader gets pregnant and there's pregnancy sex)

~~ From other blogs ~~

Got me right where you want me by @harryistheonlyoneforme

and this one

harry w pregnant yn headcanons by @justlemmeadoreyou

curvy secret series by @swiftmendeshoran

dessert by @watchmegetobsessed

There are plenty more as well but these are ones I know of and can remember off the top of my head (if I forgot anyone just let me know!!!!)

Also! I recommend searching "pregnant!reader harry styles" and you'll find many others!

xoxo

#ask #pregnant!reader #harry styles #hs fic rec #check comments for recs too

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meetmymouth · 1 year ago

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you, me, teddy, and baby

an extra from the series ‘theadora’. read everything here!

notes: talks of pregnancy/pregnancy tests. read the last part of theadora HERE !!

Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you… Happy birthday dear Teddy, happy birthday to you!

Harry lowers his phone just enough to call for Theadora. “Make a wish, T!”

“Harry, fix the candle,” she says, making Harry turn to her as Thea looks between her parents. “The ‘five’ looks crooked.”

This makes everyone in the room laugh, and Harry does what he’s told– but not before rolling his eyes.

She knows he doesn’t mean it, and she knows they’ve been really stressed recently, between Thea having problems at school and a couple of leaked songs from Harry’s old albums.

It’s been peaceful, though, being a family. She knows what everyone’s saying online– knows what they’re talking about, but she stopped caring a long time ago. As soon as she stopped looking her name up, or Harry’s, things have been a lot easier; life, together, as a family, has been easier.

They still have ups and downs, like most couples do, but they manage. She knows whatever happens, Harry has her back– their backs.

He’s been off tour for a while, and they spent most of their time travelling as a family. They went to all the places Harry has been without them by his side, ‘I want to experience it with you two’, and when they came back to London last year, he finally asked her to move back in– officially. They renovated parts of his house, and Theadora got a new bed, and a whole different room. She picked what colour she wanted for her walls, her furniture, and after countless tantrums over rugs and chest of drawers, she couldn’t have been happier with her new bedroom.

“You Styles’ can’t go a day without glitter, can you?” Jenny laughs into her glass of wine, and Y/N turns her attention to her– she’s admiring the jumpsuit she’s got on.

She smiles. “I’m not a ‘Styles’, remember?”

“My bad,” Jenny grins. “Would be nice though, no?”

Y/N hums. “Maybe.”

She takes a sip from her own glass, but the taste suddenly feels too bitter on her tongue. Deciding against drinking more, she places it on the table behind her, and excuses herself to walk towards where Harry and Theadora are standing, surrounded by friends and family.

Thea is talking about her favourite friend in Year One, and Harry nods along, turning to the group around them with a proud smile.

“And,” Harry notes, “She got the trophy for lining up beautifully this week,” he adds, squeezing Thea’s cheeks with both hands.

The five-year-old grins, and Y/N doesn’t have the heart to correct Harry, ‘it’s for the whole class, H, not just Teddy’.

She joins the group, but Harry’s arm finds her before his eyes do, and he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him.

“Hi, baby,” he whispers, squeezing her hip. He presses a kiss on her temple, and she smiles.

“Hi,” she squeezes the hand on her hip, and her own hand finds the top of Thea’s head, ruffling the curls.

Thea looks up, and smiles, big teeth reminding her of Harry’s, and she matches her smile, squeezing her warm cheek.

“Hi, cutie.”

“Can I stay at auntie Gemma tomorrow?”

“It’s a school night, Teddy,” she smiles.

Thea’s smile falls. “But daddy said I could,” she mutters, lips pursing.

Y/N looks up at Harry, and she almost laughs at the face he’s pulling.

“Well,” she begins, squeezing Harry’s hip. “Daddy should’ve asked mummy as well, yeah? We’ll talk about it tomorrow after school, yeah?” She strokes the side of her face. “How’s that sound?”

.・゜

Tea. Lots of tea and fruit pastilles.

Harry watches from his side of the bed, glasses on– hand holding a novel. He looks puzzled, eyebrows raised and his mouth parted as she devours the last of her fruit pastilles.

“Y/N?” Harry calls, voice wavering between worried and amused.

She looks up, cross-legged on the edge of the bed. “Yes?”

“Fruit pastilles at eleven o’clock at night?”

A raise of her eyebrows, and he knows he’s fucked up.

“So?”

He clears his throat. “Are you okay?”

“What the fuck, Harry?”

“Babe, what–”

“Stop watching me– stop watching me eat and drink,” she throws the empty bag at him, and he dodges it even though it falls nowhere near him. “You’ve been watching me all night– watching my every move.”

“Babe,” he lets out a surprised laugh. “What? I haven’t been doing that…”

“Mhm,” a vigorous nod. “You have! Are you calling me fat?”

“Look,” Harry places his book on her side of the bed. “I’m sorry. I just– I know you don’t normally like eating stuff before bed, it makes you uncomfortable; that’s why I’ve– never mind. I would never, ever call you fat,” he shakes his head.

He walks over to her, arms wide open as he wraps them around her, and she lets out a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she says, words ushered against his warm, naked chest. She places her hand where his heart is. “I’ve been really awful lately, I know.”

“You haven’t,” he whispers into her hair. He kisses below her ear, earning a giggle from her.

“You can be honest.”

“You haven’t been awful. Just…”

She looks up, eyebrows raised.

Harry continues. “Just… on edge?”

“Hm.”

“Come on,” he sighs, kissing her nose. “Let’s sleep.”

She nods. “Be back in a sec, need to pee.”

She watches him nod, and walk over to his side of the bed and open the duvet properly before getting in. He’s placing his book on his bedside table when she’s closing the door to the ensuite.

She doesn’t know what possesses her to reach the pregnancy tests at the bottom of the small storage box where she keeps her useless stuff in. She knows she was extremely moody and she ate things she wouldn’t normally eat when she was pregnant with Theadora.

Opening the package, she takes a deep breath, and sits on the toilet. It takes a few seconds to do her business, and she waits with the test in her hand before she can wash her hands.

Her period has been late, she knows, though it’s never been regular for her. Couple of days late meant nothing usually– at least for her.

The hidden tests have been on her mind since yesterday, though she hasn’t been up to it until tonight.

The test forgotten by the sink, she thinks of the possibility of being pregnant again. She knows Harry wouldn’t be upset, though she can’t help but feel anxious over the possibility of him not being ready, or even worse: what if he only wanted one?

She knows he loves Teddy, and she knows he loves children, but were they ready for it all over again? Especially now that things have been so good between them…

“Y/N?” Harry knocks on the door, and she jolts forward, as if someone’s pushed her into the sink.

It’s when she remembers the pregnancy test, and she grabs it, holds it up, and her eyes begin tearing up at the result.

Another knock, and the door is pushed open, revealing Harry.

“Are you okay? I was worried when you didn’t answer,” he murmurs, clearly sleepy.

When she doesn’t answer, the stick hidden in her palm, Harry takes a step towards her, and he places his hand on her cheek.

“Baby?”

“Harry,” she murmurs, tears running down her cheeks. “Harry.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt– did you fall? I didn’t hear anything–”

“Harry.”

“What? What’s happening?” He looks around, then searches her face. “You’re scaring me.”

“Harry,” she says, for the final time. She places the test on the counter, and watches Harry’s gaze fall where it lays on the grey marble.

“What is that– is that...”

“Yes.”

He looks up, eyes glimmering. “What– you’re– when? What’s it say…” he whispers, but he doesn’t reach for it– perhaps, he’s scared, too.

Oh God, she thinks, he hates me.

“I–”

“Oh my fucking God, Y/N,” she looks up from her socked-feet, and watches Harry analyse the stick.

His eyes are wet, lips wobbly like the time Theadora fell and grazed her knee, but despite all of that, his green eyes are so shiny– they glint under the mellow light of their bathroom.

“Baby,” he looks up, trying to find her wavering gaze. “Baby, look at me– did you look? Did you see?”

“Harry…”

“What? What is it?”

She lets out a sob, the anxiety and the after-taste of the fruit pastilles becoming too much. “I’m pregnant.”

Harry lets out a choked laugh. “Why– why are you crying, oh my God.”

Oh my God.

“Are you angry?”

“What? Fuck– come here,” he places the test on the counter, and grabs her cheeks. He presses kisses all over her face. “Are you– are you upset?”

“I don’t know– you–” she shakes with another sob, but laughs at the same time.

“Y/N,” he places his hands on her shoulders. “Are you upset? Did you– do you not want this?”

“I do– I do. Fuck– I don’t even know why I’m crying!”

“Ah,” Harry looks around. “I love you, I love you so much and I’m so, so happy about this. Baby, look at me– look,” he grabs her chin, and she looks up, meeting his gaze. “I’m so happy. You make me so fucking happy. And– whether you want this or not, it doesn’t change anything. I love you. I love our family.”

“Stop–” she pinches his hip. He screeches. “Stop saying shit like that!”

Harry laughs harder, and he hides his beautiful face into her neck. “Why,” he asks, another laughter bubbling in his chest. She likes the sound. “Why not– I’m so fucking happy, fuck…”

She looks up at him, hands wrapping around his waist. She holds him tight. “Are you?” She asks, voice small. “Are you, really? Do you– want this?”

“Fuck– of course, I do. Are you mad? Look at me,” fingers pressed to her chin, he makes her look up again, and their eyes meet. “I love you so much,” he whispers, lips touching with every syllable. I love you, love you, love love love you, he whispers.

She asks to go to bed, but Harry reaches for her hand, and intertwines their fingers. Just before they leave the ensuite, Harry falters, and grabs the pregnancy test, holding it tightly in his palm.

They sit on the bed, shoulders touching, and she leans into his warmth. “Can’t believe you’re holding that– like that,” she mumbles, voice muffled into his naked skin.

He turns to her, and lips touch her forehead. A kiss, then another one.

“Why– what’s wrong with that, that’s my child.”

“I peed on that thing, H.”

“Fuck,” he laughs, holding the stick up to inspect it. He lets out another laugh. “I don’t care.”

She shrugs, kissing his warm shoulder. “Plus,” she says, and grabs the stick, placing it on his bedside table. Harry watches intently, but his breath hitches when she grabs his big hand, and places it on her tummy. “Your child is in here, not in that bloody stick, you silly sausage…”

When she looks up to inspect his gaze, he’s got tears in his eyes. It’s as if he’s just hearing the fact that she’s carrying his child– his second child.

“This is crazy,” he whispers, though she thinks he’s thinking out loud more than anything. “You– they’re in here,” he rubs her belly, then looks up at her, eyes teary. “Wait, are you– do we need to take another one?”

She hums. “What?”

“Another pregnancy test? What if– what if that thing’s broken? I can’t– fuck, I want this so bad, I think I would be depressed if it turns out to be a scam.”

She lets out a laugh. “A scam? No– I don’t think– why would you say that now?”

“I’m sorry! Fuck, even if it’s not real–”

“–Oh my God, stop it, Harry.”

“I want this so much,” he whispers, and kisses the side of her neck. Another kiss, then he moves up to her chin. “I love you– I want this baby.”

“It’s like you’re the one pregnant and not me.”

He pouts. “You know what I mean.”

“Not really,” she whispers. “Can we get in,” she means the bed.

He nods.

They get in, but Harry can’t stop looking at the test on his bedside table. Just before she sighs and tries to cuddle into him, ready to start another conversation about the potential-pregnancy, Harry straightens up in bed, and grabs his phone off the charger.

She rolls her eyes. “What are you doing now?”

“Nothing,” he murmurs, though she hears the camera shutter going off.

She lets out a laugh. “Did you just take a photo of it?”

“Mhm.”

She smiles, and gets comfortable in bed. “Come here, you silly man,” she whispers, hand reaching to touch his naked hip. He moves easily into her hold, and lets her hold him close to her chest.

They look funny, she knows, Harry’s big body folded so he fits into her smaller hold.

They kiss lazily, the kiss getting heated when she travels her hand down his toned chest, until it reaches his joggers. He’s hard– and bare underneath his joggers, so when he lets out a whine, she squeezes him harder over the material of his joggers.

He moans her name, eyes shut, but she reaches and presses an open-mouth kiss on his stubble-covered chin. She sucks the skin, and grabs the band of his joggers, pulling them down just enough so that his hard, leaking cock is out. The tip is a beautiful shade of pink, precum glistening the smooth, shiny skin of his tip.

“Fuuuuuck.”

“I want you to come on my face,” she whispers, thumb swiping against the tip. She squeezes, and he groans, both at the request, and the way she’s squeezing his needy-tip.

“Suck me, then,” he says, teeth gritted. “Come on, baby, give me something.”

She moves her head down, and kisses the tip, licking the wetness before opening her mouth wider. She finally takes him into her mouth, his cock feeling hard and heavy– and so warm inside her mouth, and it makes Harry whine, hips bucking up when she licks the underside of his cock. Humming around his thickness, Harry grabs her by the back of her head, and supports her movement, helping her take more of him– just like she knows he likes.

“You’re so fuckin’ good,” Harry murmurs. “Taking me so good.”

She bobs her head up and down, the velvety walls of her mouth feeling snug, and so warm around his cock. She sucks him in her mouth, can feel him watching her every move as she places her other hand on his balls, squeezing them gently which earns her a throaty moan from Harry. She looks up, finding his gleaming eyes.

It’s a silent conversation they have between them, and he knows.

He does, because he begins moving his hips, fucking into her mouth ever-so-gently as his other hand, the one that’s not wrapped around her hair, travels down to her chest. He squeezes her boob over her t-shirt, then moves it under her chin, wanting to feel her warm skin against his palm rather than the feel of cotton.

He squeezes hard, her nipple hardening under his touch, and she hums around him, which leads him to buck his hips in a more practiced manner, fucking her mouth harder than he was.

“I’m gonna cum,” he mutters, words tasting familiar, and she squeezes his balls once more, fondling them, playing with them before she goes deeper, feeling the tip touching the back of her warm throat.

She sucks him harder and more determined than she was before, and when he tweaks the pebbled nipple between his thumb and index, she takes him out of her mouth, knowing he’s close.

Harry watches her like a hawk, “Want me to cum on your gorgeous face– make a mess?”

Her hand continues her slow strokes, and she nods, squeezing the tip exceptionally hard.

“Fuck,” Harry chokes out, and he comes.

He holds himself at the base, their hands touching as white, sticky stripes coat her face–cheeks, lips, and chin–and she grins at his aim, tongue already peaking out to get a taste.

“Fuck me–”

She hums at the taste. “Love your cum.”

“Jesus– did you just suck me dry after peeing on a stick,” Harry laughs, chest rising up and down, trying to calm down after his high.

She laughs, and gets on her knees, walking backwards on the bed.

“I guess,” she gets on her feet, and walks into the ensuite.

She washes her face, and grabs two face cloths that she uses to take her makeup off. She wets them, and walks back into their bedroom, spotting him laid against the pillows, cock still out, soft against his thigh.

She laughs, and gets on the bed, Harry’s eyes finding hers. “You’re disgusting,” she says, wiping him in between hisses from him.

“Mmh, I love you, too.”

Y/N lets out another sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes still shiny.

They find their old position in bed, Harry against her chest as they snuggle. Y/N lets out a content sigh, and kisses the top of his head. He looks up, eyes shiny.

“I’ll call Jane tomorrow,” he says, quietly, like he doesn’t want to disturb the stillness of the room. “To make an appointment.”

“Okay.”

“Are you– you’re happy, right?” He rubs the skin under her boobs from under her t-shirt.

“I… am. I’m a bit– you know, nervous,” she smiles, eyes closing, almost falling victim to sleep.

She feels him nod, his soft hair tickling the side of her neck. He hums then, “That’s normal, yeah? No matter what happens, you know you’ve me, right? And Teddy.”

“Yeah,” she murmurs. “I do. You, me, and Teddy.”

A silence falls over their tired bodies.

Harry breaks it. But not before travelling his right hand down to her tummy, stroking the warm skin there before he presses his face into her chest harder. She smiles, eyes still shut.

.・゜

Harry wakes up before her, and he smiles sleepily, nuzzling into the crook of her sleep-warm neck much like Thea would do. He hugs her body closer, and wonders what time it is– and if Thea is about to wake up. It can’t be that late, he thinks, judging by the light outside.

He’s sweaty– they both are, but Harry doesn’t care, and snuggles into her body more as if it’s possible, given their position.

He watches her sleep, eyebrows and jaw relaxed, her chest rising and falling peacefully. He attaches his lips to her clothed-chest, and kisses where her breast is. Totally innocent, and he knows she’s waking up– her breathing changes.

He smiles when he notices she’s refusing to open her eyes. A smile is threatening to appear on her beautiful face, though Harry doesn’t stop the way his hand is travelling down, until it reaches the bottom of her t-shirt. He lifts it up, revealing her naked stomach, and he moves his own body downwards, lips puckering to place a kiss where her belly button is.

“Psst,” he whispers into the skin of her stomach, and he smiles when he notices her muscles tighten– clearly trying not to move. “Anyone in there?”

In the dead silence of their bedroom, Harry strokes her skin, and taps his index finger just above her belly button. “Are you in there?”

“Harry…”

“Shh.”

She matches his tone. “What are you doing?” She whispers, hand resting on top of his head, messing with his already messy, sleep-tousled curls.

“Just, morning chat,” he bites his bottom lip, and presses his ear to her stomach.

He waits, and waits, until his eyes widen at the gurgling noise coming from inside.

He looks up, their eyes meeting.

“Don’t be stupid,” she cuts him off, when she notices him opening his mouth to get a word in. “I’m hungry, and probably need to poo.”

He laughs into her tummy, and kisses the beauty mark there. “You’re a disgusting woman.”

“Yeah,” she smiles, stretching.

“So,” he straightens up, and kisses her cheek. Then her nose, then her lips. “Morning.”

“Mmh,” another kiss. “Good morning.”

“Coffee and yoga before Teddy wakes up?” He asks, gaze hopeful.

“Ugh.”

He smiles, and opens his arms so she can snuggle into his body, clearly not wanting to get up yet.

“I’ll make you chocolate chip pancakes…”

She looks up. “And vanilla ice-cream?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They kiss lazily as the coffee brews, both dressed in a soft jogger set, and she bites his bottom lip just before turning her attention back to their coffee. They drink, do some stretching and Harry guides her through some yoga moves, and they move to their spacious sofa. She places herself in front of him, leaning against his chest as they sip from their second cups.

It’s not long before Thea wakes up, and they prepare breakfast together, Harry cutting up fruit while she boils the egg. She makes a quick pancake batter mixed with veg for Thea, and Harry prepares their own breakfast, humming to an Eagles song coming from the speakers.

They eat, Harry records Thea while the five-year-old acts like she’s on MasterChef, and then, Y/N places their dishes into the dishwasher as Harry cleans their mess off the kitchen table.

“Jane messaged back,” Harry comes behind her, and snuggles into her, placing a kiss on the back of her neck.

Hours later, they’re inside the private clinic in East London, and Harry intertwines their fingers while they wait for Jane to see something.

They don’t understand what’s going on, and with every shape appearing on the screen, Harry holds his breath. He thinks this is it, this is our baby, and it makes Jane laugh, seeing the focused look on his face.

“You took the test yesterday?” Jane wants to confirm, as she clicks something on the keyboard.

Y/N hums. Harry squeezes her fingers.

“Well,” Jane presses one last key, and they both look up at her. “Congratulations,” she smiles, placing her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re five-weeks pregnant.”

Her bottom lip starts trembling, and she feels a sharp pain– clearly Harry squeezing the hell out of her fingers. She looks up, tears in her eyes, and it’s funny how they give each other the same look.

The same look they shared five years ago.

Jane leaves, and Harry sits next to her legs, hand never leaving hers.

“Baby,” he whispers, lips already puckered as he chases hers.

They kiss lazily, her hands around his neck, touching the hairs there before she pulls away, and Harry presses his forehead against hers.

“What’s wrong?” He says, voice laced with worry. He notices the look in her eyes. He knows it too well. “What’s wrong, baby– hey.”

“Harry…”

“What is it?”

“Please don’t leave us,” she whispers, shame and heartache clear in her voice. It’s timid, her touch on his chest, and Harry surges forward. He kisses her– hard.

“Never,” he whispers. “I’m never leaving, you hear me– look at me, Y/N,” he says, and she looks up, looks into his teary eyes. “I’m not leaving. I’m not. Never.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” He nods, kissing her cheek before his hand drops to her sticky and cold stomach. He strokes the skin, and leans in to press a kiss where he thinks their baby is. “I love you– I love you so much, and I love Teddy so much,” he pauses, and looks up at her. Hand still on her stomach, he whispers, “And I love them.”

They pick Thea up from school, and she talks about her day, the drawing she made in Music because Mr Anderson is gone, I think he’s dead.

“I’m sure– I’m sure he’s not, sweetheart,” Harry says, voice trembling a little as he eyes Y/N. He mouths a what the fuck, and they hold their laughter while Thea goes on and on about her day.

They come home, Harry bathes Thea–more like they stay in the tub for a long time because they’re both kids who love to play with bubbles–and Y/N calls them downstairs when the food’s ready. It’s a simple pasta dish, because she knows Thea loves it.

“Did you give your book back to Mrs Bea, Teddy?”

Thea looks up at Y/N and nods. “Yes. She gave me another one. It’s about a zog. It’s really not fun.”

Harry chuckles, closing his mouth when he almost chokes. “Why, Teddy?”

“I don’t care about zogs, daddy. And,” she reaches for more warm bread. “This book is super easy. I can read it in two seconds. I can read harder books.”

“Two seconds, really?” Y/N asks, reaching to ruffle her damp curls.

“Mhm. Zion timed me. Two seconds. Maybe a bit more.”

“Okay, bunny.”

“I’m also thinking of sleeping in your bedroom, mummy. You and daddy and me,” she nods, clearly to herself, and Y/N shares a look with Harry.

Harry beats her to it, though. “Okay… why? Is everything okay in your room?” He asks, putting more pasta in his mouth.

Thea shrugs, turning her fork in the bowl. “Yes. I just feel lonely,” she looks at Y/N. “Mummy, you have daddy. Daddy you have mummy. And me,” she notes, tone higher. “I have no one to cuddle at night.”

“Oh,” Y/N chuckles.

“You can sleep with us tonight, Teddy,” Harry agrees, his hand finds Y/N’s thigh under the table. He squeezes gently.

When they’re settled in bed, the three of them, Harry reads her a few pages of Five Minutes’ Peace, and they snuggle under the duvet.

Harry turns to Y/N, looking at her over Theadora’s head of curls. They have a silent conversation before Harry clears his throat. He closes the book, and places it on his bedside table.

She gets it.

“Teddy,” she whispers, stroking her cheek.

She looks up.

“Your dad and I want to tell you something,” she says, watching the child nod.

Harry turns to his side, and kisses her forehead, waiting for Y/N to continue.

“What do you think about having a little brother or sister?” She asks, and Harry knows she’s nervous.

He is, as well.

Theadora hums.

“Now?” She asks, folding her arms over the duvet. She looks cute, lips pursed in thought.

She doesn’t sound upset, or angry.

Harry smiles at the question.

Y/N looks up at him, though he lets her do this on her own.

“Yeah– would you want that?”

“I think so… when is she coming here?” Theadora asks, eyes on Y/N.

“Um, nine months,” she says, smiling at the way she’s referring to the baby as ‘she’.

“Wow,” Theadora whispers, the time-frame sounding like an eternity. “Is she in your belly, now?”

She clears her throat, not expecting the question, nor the look she’s giving her. She’s looking down at her stomach, and Harry’s hand finds Theadora’s curls, stroking the side of her face.

“Yeah,” Y/N whispers. She nods.

“Wow.”

Harry can’t wait any longer. “How does that make you feel, Teddy?”

“I guess,” she says, biting her pinky into her mouth. Y/N watches with her lip trapped between her teeth. “I guess I want her to be here now. Maybe this week. I can’t wait that long,” she huffs, making them both laugh.

Y/N looks up with tears in her eyes, meeting Harry’s gaze.

“They need to stay inside mummy’s tummy so that they’re healthy when they’re born, T!” Harry laughs, kissing her cheek.

“They? Are there two?”

Y/N smiles. “One, but we don’t know if it’s a girl, or a boy.”

“I want a girl.”

“You want a sister?” Harry blows a raspberry into her neck, earning a shrill scream from her.

“Oh my Gosh,” the small child exclaims. “If baby is a girl, I can give her my dresses. And,” she gets one leg out of the duvet, clearly feeling hot. She turns to Harry, hands finding both his cheeks as she squeezes his face. “I can teach her your songs.”

Harry smiles, tears welling up in his eyes. “Of course.”

Y/N laughs, having always loved seeing Harry and Teddy interact.

“Maybe she can come to your concerts and watch you with me,” Thea thinks out loud, hands now playing with Harry’s cross necklace.

“Well,” Y/N chuckles. “She’s going to come wherever we go, Teddy,” she smiles, stroking her back. She presses a kiss on her neck.

Thea turns to her, and snuggles into her body, hand still around Harry’s necklace. “Everywhere?”

“Yeah. She’s going to be your little sister. Like best friends.”

“Okay… she’s coming to Nana’s, too? And Grammy’s?”

“Yes, Teddy.”

“Okay, well, I need to talk to Nana and Grammy,” Thea murmurs, sleep clearly taking over.

“Oh?” Harry smiles, kissing her nose. He fixes the duvet around her, and watches Y/N press her own ‘goodnight’ kiss to her chubby cheek.

It’s silent after that, and they both watch Theadora sleep, before Harry’s hand finds Y/N’s tummy under the duvet.

He rubs her tummy for a while before she places her hand over his, and they share a look.

“I guess she’s happy?” She whispers.

“I think? Though,” Harry gets comfortable, now laying on his back. “The last comment had me worried,” he laughs quietly.

“Which one?”

“How she wanted to ask my mum and your step-mum about the baby.”

She lets out a gasp. “I need to call them first thing in the morning,” she whispers, turning to her side. She strokes Thea’s arm, and finds Harry’s loving gaze. “She’s such a gossip, she’d tell them before we did.”

“I love you,” Harry smiles.

“I love you, too.”

“Thank you,” he closes his eyes.

She lets out a snort. “Stop thanking me for silly things,” she pinches his hand, and he smiles harder, eyes still shut. “I love you so much, you’re such a great dad.”

He opens his eyes at that. “Am I?”

It’s a constant worry for him, she knows.

“You are,” she says, hand cupping his cheek as he leans into the touch.

They stay like that for a while, and the last thing she remembers before falling asleep is Harry’s warm hand finding her tummy once again.

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madeintheniamh · 2 years ago

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i think she said, 'i'm having your baby,'

stmf one shot #1.

a/n: hey my loves! i'm so excited to be posting the first one shot from my new dadrry series (more info will be coming in a full post soon). i hope you love it much as i am loving writing it! <3

warnings: general fluff, mentions of sick/nausea (emetophobes beware), pregnancy

song: kiwi- harry styles

You looked down at the white plastic stick in your hands, two bright red lines at the centre. You blinked quickly, believing you must have been seeing things, but the lines remained.

“Are you okay in there, darling?” You heard harry knocking on the bathroom door, startling you slightly as you stared at your reflection in the mirror, fluorescent light highlighting the bags beginning to form under your eyes, which had been growing more than ever over the last few weeks. “I was going to order a takeaway if you fancy it?”

You groaned to yourself, trying to make your voice sound as calm as possible before responding.

“I’m okay baby, and I’m not really that fussed,”

“Okay, well I’ll order an Indian then,”

You waited to hear the creak of the stairs as he went back downstairs before you took a deep breath and slowly unlocked the bathroom door, listening to the hum of him talking down the phone. You groaned at the sharp pain in your back, carrying the weight of the permanent bloated state which your stomach was in. You ran your hands over it, sighing softly. If it was right, which you were pretty sure it was, there was a little person beginning to form in there, who would soon be kicking around. You had known something was wrong when that little surprise that you always expected hadn’t come the month before, but Harry seemed mostly oblivious, you telling him that it must have been stress.

You walked through the double doors to find him sat on one of the barstools next to the kitchen counter, the autumn sun still flooding in through the windows, the orange sunset reflecting off of the whitewashed walls.

“Well good evening, baby honey,” he smiled at you, the light now reflecting from his sea green eyes. “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, fine,” He noticed the slightly off tone in your voice, laced with sarcasm.

“You sure?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing slightly with concern.

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” you groaned. “Pilates earlier was exhausting. We had a different instructor in,”

“Hmm, okay,”

He opened his mouth to interrogate you more, his eyebrows now raised slightly, but the doorbell rang just in time. “I’ll get it,”

You sat down at the table as he offered to plate up the food. Just the smell of it wafting across the room was enough to make you feel sick.

He placed the plate on the table in front of you, peppering a kiss to your forehead. “For my lady, do you want something to drink?” He walked over to the wine fridge which was integrated into one of the cupboards, holding out a bottle of rose. “It’s a Friday night,”

“I’m fine, I’ll just have some water,” you sighed, his brows slowly raising further up his forehead.

“Hmm, that’s weird, but okay lovey, if that’s what you want,”

You tried to look anywhere but at his wavering gaze, but found yourself feeling sicker and sicker when staring at the food on your plate. He poured himself a glass before sitting down opposite you, and immediately started shovelling food into his mouth, as though he hadn’t eaten in years. You picked up your fork, moving it in circles around the plate, not being able to stomach even a single bite.

“Babydoll, you’re acting weird, and I don’t like it,” he sighed, still chewing on a bit of his food.

“What do you mean? I’m not,”

“Then why haven’t you eaten anything yet,” He glared at you, putting his knife and fork down. “You always love an Indian,”

“I don’t know, I’m just not hungry,”

“Hmm…”

You hated that you knew he wouldn’t let this go, but the words came out faster than expected.

“I’m having your baby,” you stammered, your hands flying up to your mouth as though you immediately regretted saying anything. He stood up from the table, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. You repeated yourself slowly, as though you couldn’t believe what had just escaped from your lips. “I’m having your baby,”

“Oh my god, sweet,” he smiled, now turning around to face you, his eyes becoming glossy. “I’m going to be a Dad,”

You were shocked at his reaction, although when you thought about it, it wasn’t exactly unexpected. You’d both been having a lot of fun after your wedding a few months ago, honeymooning across Europe- a few romantic weeks spent in Paris and Venice, topped off with a final surprise trip to an exclusive island retreat somewhere in the depths of Greece. And Harry’s bedroom abilities were never ending, you both discovering new positions each night, him knowing exactly how to please you in all the right places. But you had run out of time to go to the Doctors before the wedding to get your expired implant changed, and were secretly scared to go without Harry holding your hand, but didn’t want to distract him whilst he was busy in the studio, putting the final touches on his new album. So you didn’t go, yet never expected to see the two lines on that test with your own eyes.

He pressed his palms to your swollen stomach, and whispered softly. “I’m so happy, babydoll,”

“But Harry, I can’t- I can’t, keep it,” He jumped backwards suddenly.

“What do you mean?” he gasped.

“Well, you’re so busy with tour, and I’m scared out of my mind, Harry. I’m absolutely terrified, and I can’t do this without you, and I don’t know what to do, and I,”

“Slow down,” he soothed, running his hands through your hair. “What makes you think I’m not going to be there?”

“But it’s your career, baby,” you blubbered, tears beginning to well up behind your eyes.

“Who gives a shit,” he started, lifting you up out of your seat and cradling you to the sofa. “It’s our baby. A baby! All of that can go on hold,”

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes, my love. Of course I’m sure. Whatever you and the baby need, you can have. And I’m going to be there every step of the way, you don’t need to be worried about that. God. A baby. I can’t believe it,”

You sighed, resting your head on his warm chest.

“Okay, Harry,” you sniffled. “Thank you,”

“Don’t thank me, baby,” he scolded warmly, his lips beginning to lift up at the corners. “Thank you, for being brave enough to do this, with me,”

#harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #dadrry #harry’s house #one direction #harry styles x reader #harry styles fluff #stmf

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perpetuelledaydreaming · 2 years ago

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Mamma mia| chapter one

listen to: New Romantics- Taylor Swift | Two Ghosts - Harry Styles (playlist here)

warnings: accidental pregnancy, smut 18+, raising a child alone. warnings will be added as the story progresses. Accident in this chapter, very small.

series masterlist + read the next chapter early on my ko-fi!!

Three days had passed since summer officially began for you. You were still getting installed into the house with Augustine and James. The second floor of the place was significantly smaller than the first floor but you didn’t mind. Augustine had the biggest room since at the end of the day, she was the one that had put most of the money into the down payment and it was at first not a room but a studio. Either way, your room was perfect for you. Windows from the floor to the roof, facing the ocean, the room was painted with a faint baby blue and it looked perfect, an old-fashion vanity with a bookshelf on the other side.

Happiness didn’t begin to describe how you felt each time you entered that room.

It was a sunny day, and the skin of your body was soaked in the sun as you biked through the town. You were still moving some of your things from your parent's house to the beach house, you still needed to get some clothes and at least one painting you wanted to place on your vanity.

The warmth of the sun seemed to fill your chest as you took a deep breath, your eyes examining the town where you’d grown. It felt different than before, it no longer felt heavy like before you went to New York. Instead, it tasted like paradise.

And then, you received a text from James.

Honestly, it was your fault, you shouldn’t be biking and texting but in your defense, it was one second. One moment you had the road completely free and then you were barely running over someone with gold-framed glasses, it was all you could see. Quickly, you tried to turn the handlebar to the right, trying to avoid them and hoping you remained on the road. Unfortunately, you didn’t. The bike got caught up in the sand, and the sudden shift of your weight pushed the bike to the floor, while you went flying.

You squealed as your body flew through the air, you barely got the chance to close your eyes, instinctively putting your hands up in front of you before you made contact with the sand. A loud ‘oof’ escaped your lips as your wrist twisted painfully, sending a shock through your arm before you were rolling on the sand with a hiss.

You were dizzy and confused as you heard a scream behind you, your head seemed to be in stereo as you tried to move but your body seemed to be overwhelmed by pain.

“M’am!” the voice repeated, now you seemed to understand it as you moved your head to the left, and you saw him. The brownish golden locks fell to his forehead as he anxiously crouched over you, checking you. “Are you okay?”

You stared at the boy in front of you. His skin was just starting to get sunkissed but you could see just on the collar of his shirt that his skin had turned red too. It was probably a mistake, you gathered, he didn’t look like the type to be all tanned. His eyes were a beautiful metal blue, deep like the water in the ocean, his eyelashes stumbled against the glass of his gold-framed glasses while they nervously examined.

“I’m fine,” you lied as you decided to stand up, trying to shake off how your mind was anxiously rambling about how stupid you looked. Suddenly, a shock of pain ran through your forearm, you hissed immediately.

The boy, man- though he did look too young-, frowned immediately as he looked at you. “You are definitely not okay,” he said.

Your brows immediately furrowed together. “Don’t you say,” you snapped at him.

His anxious gaze was suddenly replaced by a doe-eye look, his brows furrowing slightly as he looked at you. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, you could see how the blush started to creep on his cheeks. He cleared his throat as he looked down at your wrist. “Can you let me see your wrist?”

You hesitated for a moment but he sounded so sincere, the concern clouding his voice was enough for you to offer your hand to him. It wasn’t intended, your body reacted to the feather-like touch of his fingertips on you without any hesitation, goosebumps erupting over your skin. He held your arm as if you were glass and he was afraid to break it but you could see the focus on his features, how his jaw was set as he pressed and turned your wrist. You tried not to flinch, he was being way too careful in your opinion.

“It’s definitely not broken but it is definitely strained,” he finally sighed.

“Are you a doctor?”

His chin tilted up towards you, his lips quirked up softly. Not enough for a smile, maybe a light smirk. He shook his head. “Oh, no,” he started, and you saw him stuttering slightly. It made you smile. “I just did pre-med when I was younger and first aid courses too,”

You showed him the smallest corner of your smile. “Mr, Doctor,” you teased him.

His eyes widened immediately, he started to shake his head hurriedly as he gazed at you. He was still holding your hand softly but you could feel how he tensed up. “No, I’m,”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m kidding,” you said, a smile now drawn on your face.

His eyes widened. “Oh,” his lips turned to a line for a second, and then nodded softly, a smile appeared on his face as he gazed back at you.

There was a beat of silence, you bit your lower lip as you watched his features and he watched yours. Then, your gaze fell to his hand on your skin, you decided that you liked how he held you, how he’d never let go.

“I want to take you to the hospital,” he finally said as you looked up at him. Then, he looked around you, you let him as you watched softly how his jaw looked, the small stubble that was growing on his jaw. “You know if there’s someplace close? I’m new in town,”

You bit down a laugh as you looked at him. “Of course you are, otherwise you wouldn’t have crossed that ROAD and then regretted it,” you said.

“I’m sorry,” he said looking down again, you could feel the regret in his voice.

You decided you liked that, you liked how easily you could read him. As you’d study in law school, you should know how to read people and you could sometimes, but you don’t know if growing so shelter blinded you sometimes. It made you naive, which wasn’t a good trait for a lawyer or an adult. Instead, this guy felt warm and easy to read. You could tell that he didn’t really know he was attractive, which only added to his charm. He was one of the quiet ones like you were. He must be a good son, his parent’s definitely loved him. If he hadn’t become a doctor, he could be an engineer, you were sure.

You thought that you could trust him, which was the most important thing.

“It’s fine,” you answered as he softly pulled you up and then pulled you closer to him. He smelled like peaches and apricot.“Uhm, I’ll need help with the bike though,”

“Right,” he said as he hurried to get your bike.

Thankfully, the hospital was just a bus ride away. You laughed softly as he struggled to get your bike into the bus, he was definitely a bit clumsy but at last, he managed. When you reached the ER, you thought he might leave after you were admitted, but he didn’t. He didn’t leave your side, not even when you were brought to a room and when you were placed in a bed while you waited for the doctor.

“Baby girl,” the nurse stated as she handed you a clipboard. “I need you to feel the information in those papers before the doctor comes in,”

You gazed at the clipboard and then back at your wrist which was being covered by a pack of ice. You stared at her incredulously but she wasn’t really looking at you, you were going to open your mouth but before you could, an arm took the clipboard from the nurse's hand. You gazed back at him as he took the clipboard with a smile.

“I’ll fill it for you,”

You smiled slightly as you start to mumble your information, date of birth, the town you were born, your parents’ names, and contacts. You see how his lips quirked up when you say that you’re a lawyer, he’s impressed. You feel your cheeks burning up, you like that he’s impressed, and you like men who don’t feel threatened by you being so young and a lawyer.

“Done, ma’am,” He said as he handed the clipboard over to the nurse.

The nurse quickly checked him out, clearly thinking too how handsome he looked, even in that awful hospital light. “Thank you, the Doctor will be here in a few,” she said with a smile before exiting the room.

When the nurse closes the door you look him over. He’s indeed handsome, you think about the story behind him, you wonder and imagine facts about him, quietly writing your own clipboard about him and then you realize that you don’t know his name.

Before you manage to ask, the doctor comes in.

“Dr. Suarez,” The man introduces himself to you and then extends a hand out towards him.“Your relationship to the patient?”

“Uhm,” he struggles, you realized he isn’t too good with his words.

“The guy that caused this,” you explained in a joking manner but his head soon snapped towards you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I didn’t,” he began but then you quickly raise your eyebrows at him. He sighs. “Robert Floyd,” he explains. He does look like a Robert, you like the way he says his name. “You can call me Bob,” he said, mostly to you.

You feel your cheeks itching with a smile as you nod softly. “Robert, Bob, Floyd,” you let his name fall from your lips, you saw how his eyes fixed on you as you said it.

“Okay, Bob,” the doctor said, snapping your thoughts away from Bob. “There’s no need for you to be here anymore, we are getting her a small cast for a few weeks,”

Bob’s jaw clenched slightly as he heard the doctor. “I’m not leaving,” he stated. It sent a ripple of excitement through your spine.

The doctor gazed at Bob for a moment, processing his statement, and then at you. He sighed. “Whatever you want Bob,” he said as he began to feel your wrist tenderly.

You winced slightly after a certain touch. Bob immediately noticed it. He quickly got closer to the edge of the bed. “You can hold my hand if you want to,” he said softly. You could tell he was unsure of how you would react, but you bit your inner cheek, trying to force the smile down.

“I’d like that,”

By the time you get out of the hospital, the sun is already setting. You lost all your afternoon and you probably wouldn’t be able to ride your bike for at least two weeks but you still couldn’t stop smiling as Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd walks you to your house. He lets you ask the questions now, as he holds your bike and carries your backpack while you guide him through the town. Quickly, you begin to fill up the clipboard of him and mostly, you were right.

He isn’t an engineer though. He explains to you that he’s in the Navy, a weapon systems officer to be exact. He was called to Top Gun, which meant he was the best of the best. You were right about that, his parents were really proud of him.

“So, you’re from Lemoore,” you said as you reached the corner of your street. The sky has cues of purple and orange now, it’s getting dark and cold but you don’t feel it really, you’re too entertained with Bob to mind. “But your parents are from Texas,”

He nods with a tight smile on his lips. “I am and yes,” he said. He knows he doesn’t look like a Californian, people had said it a lot, but he has a bit of an accent. You hummed slightly before you continued.

“And you have only one brother,”

“Big brother,” Bob cleared up. You shake your head immediately, amusement covered your features. It made him smile too. “What?” he asked.

You bit your lip as you look over at him and you simply shrug. “You have older child energy,” you explained.

Bob laughed immediately. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You’re about to explain it to him before you realized that you’re almost passing by your place. “Oh, we’re here,” you said as you look up at the old house.

Bob’s chin tilted up as his eyes roamed your place. You glanced at him as you try to read him, it was the first time that you have technically brought a guy over to your place, so you wait expectantly for him to say something but then a big smile is drawn on his face.

He doesn’t have to say it, you know he likes it.

“I’ll take your bike to the back,” he offered immediately.

“Don’t worry about it, really,” you said but Bob cuts you off.

“I insist,” he states.

Your eyebrows raised a bit. This is the second time he’s actually commanding, you smile. It wasn’t a fluke, maybe he has a little bit more under those big glasses.

“Fine,” you said with a sigh as you open the fence and then walk him to the back of the house.

You explain to him where to leave your bike, and you see how his eyes examined the setup and the other two bikes. You wonder if he’s thinking about what are you doing living here with two other people if you’re a lawyer, you wonder if he judges you but as he insisted he walks you to the back door, the one in the sunroom, you realized that he isn’t judging you, he just wants to know more.

“So, I’m just really sorry, again,” Bob took a deep breath as you reach the sunroom's door.

You smile and shake your head.

“And there’s nothing to worry about, again,”

Bob nodded as his eyes traced your face. He enjoyed how you smiled, he liked the way your sunkissed skin looked even under the last hues of light of the day, you were still glowing like you were this morning. You were soft but witty, he could see how proud you were about what you’d done. And yet, he couldn’t quite figure you out. His head tilted to the side and stepped closer to you.

“I would like to see you again,” he said, mostly stated. Your eyes widened slightly, you looked him through your lashes and you felt your cheeks burning up. “Make up for that awful accident,”

You suppressed a smile. “Yeah?” you asked.

“Yes,” Bob nodded. “I mean, I was wondering if we could go on a date?”

You let out a playful gasp and Bob immediately smile, that crooked smirk he’d given you throughout the day, just now you knew where to place it. “Robert Floyd, you’d like a date with me?” you asked.

But then he bit his cheek, he looked down for a moment and then at you again. He was stumbling with his words again. “I mean, only if you are comfortable with it,”

You rolled your eyes and before you knew it, you leaned into Bob Floyd, raising slightly you pressed your lips against his. He tasted like peaches, the apricot smell surrounded you for a second and it felt like his lips were warm like the sun in the last hours of the afternoon.

You pulled away instantly, afraid of having been too forward with him. You opened your eyes and you stared at him, frowning immediately. He seemed to be frozen in time, his breathing a bit shallow, his eyes not looking at you for a few seconds, and there wasn’t even a hint of a smile on his face.

You began to worry.

“That was a yes, in case you didn’t,”

You couldn’t finish. Bob, in one swift motion, had placed one hand on your lower back drawing you towards him and another one on your cheek, his fingertips sending ripples of gentleness as you felt him. He closed the gap between your lips purposefully, kissing you deeply, eagerly. His kiss was gentle but it send shockwaves through your body just by the way he was holding you, with the same tenderness he had held you throughout the day. Warmth spread through your body as his tongue tangled with yours, as he deepened the kiss and you wrapped your arms on his shoulder.

You were too busy to feel the laughter in the house, to realize how the light in the sunroom came up or the laughter behind the door. It was only when you felt the door opening that you pulled away from him.

“What’s going on here!”

SEVEN YEARS LATER

You didn’t know how much you’d held your breath, your ears ringing as you stared at the sea-foam eyes. His mouth was still moving but you couldn’t really hear anything. Your vision began to blur around the edges, maybe coming here without food and sipping on wine wasn’t the best choice. Your throat was feeling tighter and tighter by the second and your eyes were watering, enough for Jake to frown slightly. Swiftly, his hands touched your bare shoulders.

It made you flinch.

“Hey,” Jake’s voice finally makes you breathe again. You take a deep breath as you quickly pull away from him, as far as you could in a bar full of people. “Are you okay?”

Concerned creased his features as he looked at you, his skin always made you feel like you were burning up when he touched you.

“What are you, what are you,” you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “What are you doing here?” you finally ask.

“Special detachment,” he explains and you simply nodded at him, curtly, quickly placing your arms over your chest, as if it would make you feel less vulnerable than how you were feeling. “I saw you since you came in, I didn’t know you were living here. I thought you’d be living in London,” he continues, you swallow hard, the tightness in your throat wasn’t really going anywhere. He sighs as he looks at your stance, he’s aware that you’re uncomfortable, but he doesn’t blame you. “I want to invite you to a drink,” he offered, thinking it could make you feel better.

Your eyebrows knit together immediately. Your eyes examine his features, he’s being honest. You know he is but you cannot afford to have a drink with him. He shouldn’t be here. None of them should be here.

“Jake,” you said, your voice trembling, head tilting to the side in defeat.

“Please,” he pleaded. “I thought I was dreaming when I saw you. But then I knew, I just would recognize you anywhere,”

You felt a shiver run through your spine. You stay there for a moment holding Jake’s gaze, the last notes of the song in the air. Suspended in time, he can barely hide how his chest aches as he looks at you. You knew him so well, you realized that you still do. Suddenly, his gaze falls on your hand. You know what he’s looking for. You watch his adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat, and then a sigh of relief escapes his lips. You’re not married or engaged. He’s a relief. You don’t know why it makes your heart flutter to think that he’s relieved. It doesn’t mean that you don’t have someone, that same dumb train of thought lead you to suffer seven years earlier. You don’t dare to look at his hand.

“Jake, you don’t have to,” you say softly.

It’s strange. You’ve changed so much from that meek little girl trying to be more outspoken you were back then but under his eyes, you feel the same. He senses it, you’re sure because even after rejecting him, he still dares to step closer to you, you’re barely touching the beige uniform he’s wearing. You hadn’t really seen him in this one. White ones, flight suits, and summer outfits.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day,” Jake began, his voice quiet as if you’re the only one in the place.

Your brows come together for a second, a longing looks on your face. You want to slap yourself. You recall how angry you were when he left, how much he hurt you but then you recall that you may have hurt him even more, you’re not sure. Hell, you might have hurt the three of them worse than whatever they could’ve done to you. You swallow softly, he’s too close now.

Suddenly, the bell rips through the tension in the air. Snapping you both from whatever trance you were in, your head turns towards the bar where Penny had one arm holding the rope of the bell and another one placed on her hip. A scowl on her face as she watches the scene unfolding before her. It’s not hard to comprehend that you’re clearly uncomfortable.

“Jake Seresin,” Penny calls, you feel all the looks on you and Jake. Instinctively, you give a step back trying to avoid any more gazes, hopefully, Rooster or Bob can’t see you.

Jake scoffs as he gazed back at you and then at Penny.“What? I wasn’t,” he starts but he sees how this might look. He takes a deep breath. “I wasn’t disrespecting, this isn’t how it works!” he starts but is too late.

“Boys,” Penny calls, and automatically, three men walk toward Jake. Pulling you to the side, people start to cheer. They don’t give Jake a chance, not even when he’s saying his call names and asking them not to do this. They still grab his biceps forcefully and with a smirk, they lift him from the ground. Penny tilts her head to the side, and the boys start to take him outside.

Overboard. Overboard. Overboard.

That’s all you can hear and all you can see are Jake’s green eyes lingering on your form in the crowd. As the crowd gets closer to the bar once more, you feel a sense of relief before someone’s calling your name. You glanced towards the bar. Penny quickly throws your car keys towards you, you catch them in the air.

Penny winks as you mouth a small ‘Thank you’ before she points you to Jimmy, who calls your name. The old man had known you your whole life, and a sense of relief washes over you as he pulls you to the side and guides you to the back of the bar, exiting the bar without anyone’s prying eyes over you.

As you exit, you hear the music from the outside. Another cord in the piano, Rooster was non the wiser and if he didn’t know, Bob probably hadn’t seen you either.

“Tell Penny I’ll come to pay tomorrow,” you insist to Jimmy as he nods and mumbles a goodbye. He closes the door without much trouble and you’re left alone.

Finally, you feel like there’s a brief pause, your mind racing a hundred miles per hour as you realize what had just happened. You thought that you had moved on, but just the sight of them made your heart race and your breathing stop. It angers you. Thinking about that summer, how it changed your whole life, how it was haunting you now. You didn’t regret what happened, you wouldn’t have Inés if that summer hadn’t happened but you felt your chest aching and your stomach twisting at the thought of them.

If they saw her, if even only one of them saw her, you knew what would happen. The question that would arise, is the possibility of changing Inés' life. You felt stupid. You really had thought that you were safe, that you wouldn’t see them again.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you curse loudly, angry hot tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

It’s only until then that you realize that you aren’t alone.

“It is nice to see your doll,” Jake states as he leans into the edge of the building.

You groan almost involuntarily. Hot anger simmers softly in the pit of your stomach as you glare at him. Maybe it is the fact that now that you’ve become a mother, you can’t stand the thought of something hurting Inés; maybe it is the fact that now you see Jake as a threat too.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you snap at him as you pull your purse tight towards your body while you try to walk in the sand with your strappy heels. You hadn’t really thought about that.

Jake holds his breath, he pretends that it doesn’t hurt to hear you say that. He pretends that he is okay with not being wanted by you. He isn’t. You have chased every dream he has had for the last seven years. What is happening now, isn’t like in his dreams.

“Hey, honey,” Jake calls you, and he reaches out for you. His fingers manage to graze over the skin of your arm. He wants to stop you but by the way, you flinch, he knows he fucked up.

“You don’t get to call me that!” you snap at him. Your voice is higher than you intended but you're flabbergasted at how he dared to touch you. He hasn’t earned it, both of you know it. It scares you, how much of an effect he has on you.

“Please, it has been years,” Jake states as you roll your eyes and continue walking to your car. “I haven’t stopped thinking about us, about you,”

A scoff involuntarily passes your lips as you fidget with the keys of your car. You can hear his step following you, getting closer to you than before but he doesn’t dare to take a single step toward you that might invade your space anymore. He holds himself next to the hood of your car.

“Please,”

You turned towards him, head snapping. “YOU BROKE MY HEART!” you finally yell at him. You refuse to cry in front of him, the tears blurring your vision but not dropping from your eyes.

Jake stays stunned for a few seconds as he looks at you. You take a deep breath before you get into the car, and you try not to look at him. You don’t want to look at him, you don’t want to think about him anymore. You’d spend too much time thinking about him, about them. So, you drive off.

You manage to hold yourself together all through the drive and then pick up Inés from your mother’s place. It isn’t until you’re pulling onto the driveway that you realize that you started crying somewhere in between your mother’s house and your place. You quickly try to wipe your face clean, looking at you through the rearview mirror. Inés is still sleeping peacefully, you’re thankful. She has seen you crying, and frustrated with work but you’re afraid she might know the difference.

With a deep breath, you step out of the car with your purse and quickly unbuckle your daughter from her seat in the back. Quickly lifting her into your arms, grabbing with a little difficulty her backpack from the backseat. You groan slightly as you hoist your daughter onto your hip. It hits you how much she has grown, how she’s slipping through your fingers. You recall how much you thought you needed help carrying her on her basket when she was a baby. You recall thinking about Rooster, Bob, and Hangman. Their stupid pretty faces, how you thought you needed their help. But you’ve been doing this on your own for a while. You did it on your own, you didn’t need them now.

You set Inés down on her bed. Quickly getting her ready for bed. Unlacing her tennis shoes, then changing her into her pajamas, tucking her safely under the covers. It’s such a routine that you can do it with your eyes close but you don’t, you want to treasure every moment with her. You wonder if they knew about her, would they treasure her just the same?

A sigh escapes your lips as you finish, turning off her nightlight, you begin to walk away from her. Until you hear her small little voice.

“Mommy?” she asks, it’s barely a whisper but you hear her nonetheless.

“What happened baby?” you coo, quickly sitting back on her bed and turning on her nightlight. Your fingers tracing small patterns on her face, you often did it when she was a baby, it gets her to sleep right away.

“Are you sick?” she asks, her eyes still closed.

You frown. “No, I’m,”

“You’re sniffling,” her little voice interrupts you.

Your eyes widened slightly. She’s so smart, you recall. With a smile, you shake your head and give her a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s the cold baby,” you lie. “I’m fine my love, now go to sleep,”

She lets out a small sigh as you finish threading your fingers through her brownish-gold locks of hair. You kiss her again on the cheek, and then again on her forehead before standing up and walking towards the door.

“I love you, mommy,” she tells you.

“I love you too, baby,” you reply.

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Masterlist

Requests for oneshots or series are always open. Please feel free to send me any ideas you have.

Harry Styles

Series:

Our Story YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when YN's brother, Louis, is put in a band with Harry and three other boys when they auditioned for The X Factor. From the very beginning, YN and Harry were always close, and as time went on feelings grew deeper. This is YN and Harry's story.

The Royal Series Princess Maia is the daughter of Diana, Princess of Wales and Royal Highness Prince Charles and sister of Prince William and Prince Harry. Growing up as a Royal comes with its ups and downs, especially when the Princess meets pop star, Harry Styles.

Unexpected Love Harry and YN were set up on a date by their mutual friend Jonny. Harry is a famous singer who was in the middle of writing his second album, and YN is a single Mum who was trying to juggle motherhood and owning a florist. Neither were expecting to fall deep. This is Unexpected Love.

My Drummer YN LN grew up in a small village, Holmes Chapel. Harry and YN were the best of friends, where one was the other wasn’t too far away. They had grown up together, they shared similar interests including their love for music. Whilst Harry loved to sing, YN loved to pick up the sticks and bang the drums.

Story:

Show Me Love Harry and Evie meet at university, bond over their shared love for music and pop-rock bands. Whilst Evie struggles with anxiety, loving herself and her difficult family dynamic, Harry lives with a calm, content and happy life surrounded by a loving family, everything she has ever dreamed of. Evie doesn’t realise she’s looking for love until Harry shows her what love really is and she doesn’t have to be sorry for leaving and growing up.

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Birthday Surprise Harry surprises YN on her birthday.

Louis Tomlinson

Series:

When We Were Young YN and Louis have known each other since they auditioned for The X Factor and were put in a band together. Are they friends, or are they more? Follow YN and Louis's journey.

Too Young YN and Louis have known each other since 2010 when YN's twin brother, Harry, was put into a band with Louis and three other boys when they auditioned for The X Factor. But what will happen after one drunken night and a positive pregnancy test?

Young Love YN and Louis, two teenagers who fell for eachother fast, and their love resulted in the couple becoming parents at a young age. Follow YN and Louis’ journey through love, parenthood, fame and heartbreak.

Music To My Heart YN and Louis meet at her London concert, when he takes his sisters to see their favourite singer. Does one night at the O2 turn into the a lifetime of love? This is Louis and YN’s story.

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Lion Cub.

series masterlist || ask me anything <3

authors note - i was in the mood to write some lioness blurbs because the new wsl seasons starts soon. 🤭 i’m not even an arsenal fan, so sometimes this pains me to write because i support there rivals chelsea, but leah’s a write smash, so it’s all good. 😫

word count - 2.9k

in which, rumours are floating around about our favourite couple and when they finally get confirmed, the whole world turns into a frenzy, and there just watching from the outside, in a or full bubble of there own.

face claim - leah williamson.

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January, 2023.

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April, 2023.

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📍the styles household, london.

In the cosy living room of your London home, you were seated on the comfortable sofa, engrossed in your phone, mindlessly scrolling through a sea of articles and social media updates. The late afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Little did you know that your quiet moment of distraction would soon be interrupted.

As you focused on the screen, absorbed in the latest news and fan discussions, the door to the living room creaked open, your husband walked in with two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. His presence went unnoticed at first, as you remained lost in your digital world.

He placed the cups on the coffee table in front of you, the clink of porcelain jolting you slightly. It was only when he sat down next to you on the sofa, that you realised he was trying to get your attention.

"Coffee's ready, m’love," he said, his voice soft and warm, his green eyes filled with affection.

However, you were in a daze, still glued to your phone screen. You didn't respond to him, not even a glance in his direction. You were too wrapped up in the article that had captured your attention, a piece discussing the growing speculations about your personal lives.

Harry tried again, leaning in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke, "ey, darlin’, coffee's ready."

But once again, you didn't react. It was as if the world outside your phone had ceased to exist.

Growing concerned, Harry gently reached out and plucked the phone from your hand. That action snapped you out of your reverie, and you blinked up at him, a mix of surprise and annoyance in your eyes. Your fingers instinctively reached for the phone, but it was too late. He had already read the article that had you so captivated.

He lowered the phone onto the coffee table, his gaze shifting from the screen to your face, his expression a mixture of understanding and curiosity.

"S’this why y’been so quiet?" he asked, his thumb softly stroking your cheek.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat.

"Yeah," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "People are starting to speculate, and I... I just don't know what to do."

Harry let out a sigh, his arm encircling your shoulders as you leaned into his comforting presence. His hand instinctively found its place on your four-month-old baby bump, a reassuring touch that never failed to make you feel loved and protected.

"M’don't have t’do anything, y’know," he said gently, his thumb tracing circles on your arm. "We can just let people speculate and mind their own business."

You shrugged your shoulders, a sense of unease still gnawing at you.

"Maybe," you murmured. "But it might be best to say something, not everything, just enough to quieten down the news a bit."

Harry considered your words for a moment, his fingers softly playing with your hair.

"Yeah," he finally agreed, his tone soft and supportive. "Whatever gets them off our backs. We'll figure it out together, love."

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harrystylesandyourinstagram, Baby Styles, 2023.

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May, 2023.

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yourinstagram, These past years with Arsenal have meant the world to me – it's been my life, my passion, and my family. But now, as I prepare to welcome a new life into the world, it's time for a different chapter.

Taking a little break from football to focus on being a mother is both exciting and daunting, but I know it's the right choice at this moment. The support I've received from my Arsenal family has been overwhelming, and I'm immensely grateful for it.

Arsenal, you've given me memories and friendships that will last a lifetime. The Emirates Stadium, the roar of the crowd, and the iconic red and white colors will forever hold a special place in my heart. It's not goodbye; it's a 'see you soon.'

I promise, I'll be back at Arsenal before you know it, ready to wear the badge with pride and give my all on the pitch. Until then, keep cheering for our incredible team. The future is bright for both me and Arsenal, and I can't wait to share it with you all.

To all my fans and well-wishers, thank you for being a part of my journey. Your love and support mean everything to me, and I can't wait to share this new adventure with you. Stay tuned for updates, because this is just the beginning of a beautiful chapter. ❤️

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June, 2023.

📍oxford street, london.

You slip your hand into Harry's, fingers intertwining comfortably as the two of you approach the quaint baby shop on a sunny Saturday afternoon. You're wearing one of your husband's oversized hoodies, and it envelops you like a warm hug. The soft fabric brushes against your growing baby bump, making you smile as you feel the reassuring presence of your little one.

Harry squeezes your hand gently and smiles down at you, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Ready f’a bit of baby shopping, m’love?" he asks, his voice filled with anticipation.

You nod, a contented sigh escaping your lips. "Absolutely, H. It's finally sinking in, isn't it? We're going to be parents."

He chuckles warmly, giving your hand another gentle squeeze. "It sure is. And I can't wait."

Together, you step inside the baby shop, greeted by an array of pastel colours and adorable baby clothes. The scent of freshly laundered fabrics and the soft lullabies playing in the background create a serene atmosphere. You both exchange glances, your hearts filled with a sense of wonder.

Harry's eyes light up as he spots a display of tiny baby shoes. He bends down to pick up a pair, holding them up for you to see. "Look at these, m’love! Aren't they cute?"

You smile, nodding in agreement. "They're adorable, H. But we still don't know if it's a boy or a girl."

He grins mischievously. "S’the fun part, isn't it? We get t’imagine everything, no matter what."

You laugh softly and begin browsing the baby clothes section. Each tiny outfit seems more charming than the last. You hold up a tiny onesie featuring a little elephant design and show it to Harry. "What do you think of this one?"

Harry's eyes soften as he looks at the onesie. "S’perfect, love. But let's keep exploring. We ‘ave all the time in t’world t’choose."

As you continue wandering through the shop, you chat about nursery ideas and baby names, sharing dreams and hopes for the little one on the way. Harry's face lights up with every discussion, and you can see the excitement in his eyes.

Eventually, you find yourselves in the section with baby books. Harry picks up a children's storybook, and he starts reading aloud from it. His voice is soothing, and you can't help but imagine him reading bedtime stories to your future child.

With a heartfelt smile, you rest your head on his shoulder and whisper, "I can't wait for all these moments, Harry."

He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and says, "Me neither, m’sun. S’going t’be the most incredible journey."

You continue to explore the baby shop with Harry, your hands still firmly intertwined. The adorable baby outfits, soft blankets, and tiny booties are a sight to behold. You're both drawn to a display of plush toys, and Harry playfully picks up a stuffed bunny, making it dance in the air.

He looks at you with a grin. "What do y’think, m’love? Should we get this f’our little one? It looks like a good dancing partner."

You laugh, the sound filling the shop with warmth. "I think our baby would love that bunny. It's got your sense of humour."

Harry pretends to hold a conversation between the bunny and himself, making you giggle even more. "Well, little one, s’settled then. Y’getting a dancing bunny!"

As you move deeper into the shop, you find a display of cribs and baby furniture. Harry's eyes light up as he examines each one, carefully running his hand over the smooth wood.

"I can't believe we're going t’have a little crib like this soon," he says softly.

You stand beside him, resting a hand on your belly. "It's all becoming so real, isn't it? I can already picture our baby sleeping peacefully here."

He leans down and places a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I love you, and I love our little family."

Touched by his words, you hug him tightly. "I love you too, H. We're going to be amazing parents."

After a bit more browsing, you finally decide on a few baby essentials – a neutral-coloured crib, some soft blankets, and a collection of onesies. As you approach the checkout counter, Harry takes your hand in his once more, his thumb gently tracing patterns on your knuckles.

The shop assistant smiles warmly as she rings up your purchases. "Congratulations on the upcoming addition to your family. It's such a special time."

You thank her with a grateful smile, and as you and Harry exit the shop, you can't help but feel a profound sense of joy and excitement.

August, 2023.

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harryupdates, Harry spotted arriving at a hospital in London today!

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📍 the royal london hospital, london.

⏱️ 10:36am.

Laying on the sterile, cold operating table, you couldn't escape the overwhelming sense of vulnerability as your body lay exposed to the sterile environment. The air in the room felt chilled, and your trembling body seemed to amplify the anxiety coursing through you. Harry sat beside you, his fingers intertwined with yours, his face etched with worry as he witnessed your anguish.

The surgical team bustled around you, their masks and gowns obscuring their expressions, but their efficiency was evident. You could feel the coolness of the surgical drapes against your skin as they prepped the area. The antiseptic scent hung in the air, a reminder of the gravity of the situation.

As the surgeon began the procedure, you felt a strange combination of sensations—a tugging, a pressure, and the constant awareness of their hands within you. The room seemed to spin, and you struggled to focus on anything but the ache in your chest and the numbing sensation creeping upward from your lower body.

You turned to Harry, your voice trembling as you voiced your deepest fear. "Harry, if anything goes wrong..."

He leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear, his voice soft but resolute. "M’Love, v’got the best team ‘ere, and y’the strongest person I know. We're going t’get through this, all three of us."

His words were a lifeline in the storm of uncertainty, and you clung to them, trying to push away the doubts that threatened to engulf you.

Minutes felt like hours, and you couldn't shake the feeling of helplessness as the surgical team worked diligently around you. You focused on Harry's presence beside you, his grip on your hand unwavering, the touch of his thumb brushing soothing circles against your skin.

When the operation reached its tenth minute, the room was filled with an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of machines. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you squeezed Harry's hand tighter, your voice trembling as you spoke, "Harry, please..."

Before you could finish, a sudden change in the atmosphere broke the tension—a newborn's cries filled the room, a sound so sweet and pure it brought tears to your eyes. You gasped, and Harry's eyes widened with relief and joy.

The anesthesiologist asked another doctor to lower the curtain, and as the room held its collective breath, the words finally came—a pronouncement that would change your lives forever.

"It's a boy."

Your eyes filled with tears of joy, and Harry leaned down to kiss your forehead, his voice quivering with emotion as he whispered, "Our son, m’love. Our beautiful son."

⏱️ 14:12pm.

Later in the afternoon, the soft glow of the setting sun filtered through the curtains of your hospital room, casting a warm, comforting light. You lay in the hospital bed, feeling tired and sore from the earlier surgery, but the pain was a distant thought as you gazed at the sight that brought you immeasurable joy.

Harry sat in the chair beside your bed, his shirt off, his bare chest cradling your sleeping son against his skin. It was a tender moment of skin-to-skin contact, a precious bonding experience that filled your heart with love.

Your newborn son lay contentedly on Harry's chest, his tiny fingers curled around his father's. Harry's eyes were fixed on the baby's peaceful face, his expression a mix of awe and wonder, and a proud smile curved his lips.

" ‘Ey there, little one," Harry whispered, his voice a soft, soothing murmur that only your son could hear. "Y’have no idea how much y’mum and I love y’already. V’been waiting f’y’f’so long, and now that y’here, s’like a dream come true."

Tears of joy welled up in your eyes as you listened to Harry pour his heart out to your son seeing as you were very hormonal. It was a beautiful moment, a glimpse into the incredible father he would be.

"Y’got a whole world of adventures waiting f’y’little buddy," Harry continued, his voice filled with tenderness. "We'll teach y’about music and art, and I promise t’read y’bedtime stories every night. We'll go on hikes, explore new places, and we'll always have y’back."

Harry's hand gently brushed your son's delicate cheek, and the baby let out a soft sigh, as though he could feel the warmth and love radiating from his father.

"We'll be there f’y’first steps, y’first words, and every moment that follows," Harry whispered, his eyes shimmering with emotion. "Y’our greatest gift, and we'll cherish y’every day of our lives."

As you marveled at your little family, a gentle knock sounded through the door, and then it creaked open. In walked Anne, Harry's mum, and Gemma, his sister, holding a bouquet of colorful flowers and a "Congratulations" balloon.

"Can we come in?" Anne asked, her eyes filled with warmth and excitement.

You nodded your head, feeling a rush of gratitude for the family that had come to celebrate this special moment with you.

Anne and Gemma approached the bed, their smiles radiant.

"Oh, Harry, look at him," Anne cooed as she reached out to gently stroke the baby's cheek.

Gemma held up the balloon, a playful grin on her face. "Congratulations, you two! He's absolutely perfect."

Harry beamed at his mum and sister, pride and love evident in his eyes. "Thanks, Mum. Thanks, Gem. We couldn't be happier."

Anne leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. "You did wonderfully, dear. And H, you're going to be an amazing father."

Tears welled up in your eyes at her kind words, and you looked at Harry, whose eyes were now shimmering with emotion. "We're so grateful to have all of you here with us."

Anne and Gemma took turns holding the baby, their voices filled with affection as they cooed and chatted with the tiny newcomer. The room was filled with laughter and love, and it felt like the perfect beginning to your family's journey.

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September, 2023.

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harrystylesandyourinstagram, One month of loving you, angel boy.

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📍 the styles household, london.

It was around 2 in the morning when the sweet sound of your son's cries filled the room. You and Harry stirred in your sleep, but it was Harry who gently untangled himself from the sheets, his warm arms slipping away from your waist.

With a soft, sleepy smile, Harry planted a kiss on your forehead before whispering, "I'll go get him, m’sun."

You nodded, grateful that he could handle this round of late-night parenting, given your ongoing recovery from the surgery. It had only been four weeks, and while you were slowly regaining your strength, certain tasks were still a bit challenging.

Harry padded over to the crib that sat on his side of the bed, where little Bowie was kicking his tiny legs and reaching out his arms in search of comfort. Harry's heart swelled as he scooped up his son, cradling him in his strong, loving arms.

" ‘ey there, lil’man," Harry cooed, his voice a gentle murmur that instantly calmed Bowie's cries. "S’got y’all worked up, hm?"

Bowie's wide eyes gazed up at his dad, and his tiny fingers reached out to grab onto Harry's finger. It was a sight that melted Harry's heart every time.

Harry carefully carried Bowie over to the changing table tucked in the corner of the room. The room was dimly lit, with only a soft nightlight casting a warm glow, creating an atmosphere of tranquility.

Gently laying Bowie down, Harry began the task of changing his nappy with a tenderness that only a loving father could provide. He unfastened the nappy with practiced ease, revealing the tiny, wriggling legs beneath. As he lifted Bowie's legs, he couldn't help but shower the baby with soft kisses on his chubby thighs, eliciting delighted gurgles from the little one.

With great care, Harry used a baby wipe to cleanse the delicate skin, his movements unhurried and full of affection. He whispered soothing words and made funny faces to keep Bowie entertained, ensuring the nappy change was not just a task but a moment of connection between father and son.

Once Bowie was clean and dry, Harry reached for a fresh nappy and smoothly slid it underneath. He fastened the nappy with gentle precision, making sure it was snug yet comfortable for his precious son.

"All done, Bowie," Harry whispered with a grin, his fingers playfully tracing little circles on the baby's tummy. "Y’such a champ during nappy changes."

Bowie's cries had turned into happy coos and giggles by the time Harry scooped him up, carrying him back to the bed. As you watched your husband cradle your son, a deep sense of love and gratitude filled your heart.

In that quiet, intimate moment in the middle of the night, you realized that this was the magic of parenthood—the late-night wake-up calls, the nappy changes, the sleepy smiles, and the unbreakable bond between the three of you. It was messy, tiring, and utterly beautiful all at once.

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October, 2023.

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hazzatea, Harry and (Y/N) spotted at the first Arsenal game of the season today with Baby Bowie.

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harrystyles via instagram stories.

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yourinstagram, a little photo dump from the last couple of weeks, enjoy!

went on my first bike ride since giving birth and crashed the bike into a fence…

went out for some drinks with a few friends for the first time since bowie made his entrance,

H trying to keep me entertained during the night feeds,

First walk in the pram, and i totally didn’t cry,

McDonald’s is all we’ve lived off recently, having a baby means no time to cook,

Scrabble has become the new norm whilst bubba naps,

My view in the car for the foreseeable future…

Having the time of my life meeting all of youse at Meadow Park, it was great to see you all!

Getting in as many cuddles with our angel baby before he’s old enough to say ‘mum, give me space!’

Harry sleeping on the floor during the day, simply because the photo always makes me laugh.

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username, Harry whipping out the dad jokes will never not make me laugh

username, not you crashing the bike😭

harrystyles, scrabble and snuggles, always the perfect combo

yourinstagram, ❤️

username, seeing your smile with the fans makes me smile!

username, Bowie actually had the best parents 😫

username, not Harry sleeping on the floor

username, pissing myself rn

taylorswift, i need to come round for snuggles like rn

username, McDonald’s is the perfect post partum food like no joke

username, how do you look that good after giving birth?

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weclassybouquetfun · 10 months ago

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It's been a big week for Nicholas Galitzine and his pouty lips.

This historical seven-episode drama dropped.

And the trailer for the Amazon Prime adaptation of the novel THE IDEA OF YOU bowed.

In it, Galitzine plays a boybander a'la Harry Styles, hence these embarrassing promo pics.

You can follow the band on IG and they even have a song!

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MINOR RWRB/MARY & GEORGE THOUGHT (Non-Spoiler)

I only recently caught the tailwind of some Twitter kerfluffle about mpreg in the RED WHITE AND ROYAL BLUE fandom so for everyone defending Henry being the one constantly getting knocked up - use this shot of Nicholas in MARY & GEORGE and be vindicated! He wears pregnancy well!

I love that the main conceit of the series is this heaux possesses such beauty that we have no choice but to weaponize it.

#nicholas galitzine #anne hathaway #the idea of you #mary and george #julianne moore #tony curran #mary & george #british actors #uk actors #movies #tv talk #Youtube #august moon #bants #nick galitzine #rwrb #rwrb movie

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emeritusemeritus · 2 months ago

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Hey Little Train 4 [Fred Weasley x Reader]

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Title: Hey Little Train 4/5 (5 part mini series)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader {Established Relationship/ Engaged}

Timeline: Set immediately after the war up to 4 years later.

Summary: The memoirs of a broken woman after the death of her beloved.

Warnings: SAD FIC. This one will hurt. Mentions of death, grief, depression, suidical thoughts. Suicide. Loss and pain, a lot of crying. Smut, sexual references, graphic sex. Dreams. Female reader.

Word count: 1k

Heavily inspired by Nick Cave & the bad seeds’ O Children’, the unofficial song of Harry Potter.

Hey little train!Wait for me!

I was held in chains but now I'm free

I'm hanging in there, don't you see

In this process of elimination

There was a sense of freedom in your heart that you hadn't felt in years, the weight partially lifted and your smile a little more genuine than you remembered it being lately. George and Angelina had returned from their honeymoon only days ago and it was the first time you'd all be together again for a meal at the Burrow. The Weasley family and you, the lone straggler that didn't truly have a place anymore.

When George and Angelina excitedly spoke of everything they saw during their honeymoon, of the food and the sights and the fancy hotel with the little chocolates on the pillow- you actually listened. You asked questions, piped in, laughed at their stories and felt the genuine emotions attached to each part. You were pleased for them, your heart happy that George was happy.

Molly had cooked up a feast that could rival the house elves and you'd gratefully tucked in to the mass of food upon the table, eating family style with some of your very favourite people.

It was the first time that you didn't miss Fred.

The loss of him didn't feel as suffocating, even amongst his family in the childhood home you'd grown accustomed to, that housed some of your favourite memories with him and George. You talked animatedly with Arthur over his new muggle discoveries and his work, along with Percy and Bill, though he was just as tight lipped as ever about his job. Fleur was ready to give birth to their first child and you'd discussed at length the usual pregnancy topics, sympathising with her unfortunate symptoms and concerns about the birth and being a new mum. There was not one person in that home that you didn't converse with, listening to their concerns and learning more about them, even Audrey who seemed a little shy.

Molly had commented more than once that you seemed to look well, that you seemed to be back to your old self, the young girl she was fortunate to know. You'd nodded and laughed, feeling like Fred's spirit was cursing through you, finally feeling like you wanted to laugh again.

It was a wonderful evening filled with love and laughter with a family that had always made you feel like one of them and as you returned to your flat later that evening, there were no tears.

There was no mask to slip, no act to drop, you were simply fulfilled by the day. You didn't want to immediately crawl into bed and hide away with Fred's jumper nor did you want to sob into your pillowcase at the unyielding pain of losing him even years down the line. You finally felt happy. You finally felt free.

It was late now, though you didn't know the exact hour, nor did you care. You sat on your bed thinking back to the desk in the corner of your old room, wishing that you were back there now just for the convenience of the writing desk. You sipped your mug of tea that had been enchanted three times to be back up to a steaming temperature having forgotten about it multiple times, your attention elsewhere. Eventually, once your task was complete, you stood up and prepared to make another brew, finding yourself distracted as you looked out of the window in the kitchen. It was near total darkness now with the sparse streetlights hardly illuminating the streets below yet still highlighting the rain as it fell all around with a vengeance. You looked at the street below seeing no one around, the street practically deserted and quiet. It was peaceful, calming almost thinking that everyone else was already wrapped up in their beds, done for the day and at peace. The kettle clicking off pulled you back from your thoughts and you poured your tea, putting a little extra sugar in it, the sweetness bringing a sense of calm to you as you sat, exhausted from the day.

You thought now of your life as you sipped your tea, of the happiness you'd been so fortunate to feel, of the wars you'd fought and won and for the things you'd lost. In another life you'd have married Fred, had a full quidditch team of fiery haired children running around and he'd have lived to see his inventions inspiring new generations of witches and wizards with the WWW brand a staple in every students school list and beyond. You'd have grown old together, welcoming grandchildren and living an easy life in the little home with the garden and the twinkling lights that he'd always promised you'd have someday.

You were tired now, fighting off the exhaustion that threatened to close your eyes at any moment. You looked at the letters you'd handwritten and addressed all neatly stacked in a pile on your dresser, with George's name on top. You considered hiding the bottle beside them but thought better of it. You discarded your empty mug and crawled into bed, holding the covers tightly to you, already feeling a chill. You pulled Fred's sweater into your arms and held it tightly, pressing your face into the soft wool. His scent had long since disappeared from the garment but for the first time in years, you could smell it. In your exhausted delusion, you could smell his comforting scent, the musk and the sweetness of him mixed with Molly's washing powder mix, like it was fresh. You could almost feel the warmth against the material, as if it had recently been worn by him and it brought you comfort like no other.

You felt the pulling in your limbs now, the heaviness setting in. You held his jumper tighter to you, pressing your entire face into it as a single tear fell from your left eye onto the fabric and peacefully gave into the darkness.

I'm coming Freddie.

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unabashegirl · 10 months ago

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Enticing 40 || Harry Styles

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word count: 1.6K

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Harry had decided to meet up with his close friends Alessandro and Michael to share the exciting news that he was going to be a father. He was filled with a mix of emotions, from nervousness to sheer excitement, as he anticipated their reactions.

The three friends gathered at a cozy yet exclusive café in a corner of the city. The atmosphere was relaxed, and the clinking of coffee cups and distant chatter of other patrons filled the air.

As Harry explained the situation, Alessandro and Michael exchanged smiles and congratulated him warmly. Their genuine happiness and support meant the world to him.

“That's incredible news, Harry,” Alessandro said, a bright grin on his face. “Once again, you're going to be an amazing dad.”

Michael nodded in agreement. “Congratulations, mate. Parenthood is a beautiful journey.”

Harry beamed with gratitude for their kind words. “Thanks, guys. I couldn't be happier.”

However, as they continued chatting about the baby and future plans, an unexpected presence disrupted the joyful atmosphere. William, Harry's other friend, suddenly appeared at the entrance of the café.

Harry's expression instantly shifted, his warm demeanor turning cold. The tension between the two had been palpable for the last few weeks, and Harry had hoped to share his news with his friends before facing the inevitable confrontation with William.

William, aware of the gathering, made his way to their table. The atmosphere grew noticeably strained as he took a seat, exchanging polite but distant greetings with Alessandro and Michael.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice steady as he spoke to William, “I have some news, William. I'm going to be a father.” William already knew. In fact, he knew it before Harry. He had hidden it from Harry. Hence, the reason to why they had drifted apart the last few weeks.

William's reaction was unexpectedly stoic. He nodded and offered stiff congratulations before his gaze returned to the menu. It was clear that the news hadn't softened the coldness that had developed between the two friends over the last weeks. They both had lots to talk about and things to unpack. Harry wasn’t ready to have the conversation with William. He had felt betrayed.

William was offended that Harry had gotten angry at him. Y/N’s necessity to hide her pregnancy from him had nothing to do with Harry. She had wanted that way, and she had confided in William to keep the secret.

As the conversation continued, Harry felt a sense of disappointment and sadness. He had hoped that the news of impending fatherhood would mend some of the rift between them, but it seemed that the past grievances and resentment ran deeper than he had anticipated.

Amidst the lingering tension brought on by William's presence, Harry felt a sense of relief as Alessandro and Michael leaned in with genuine interest, eager to hear more about his impending fatherhood.

Harry's eyes lit up with pride as he recounted the journey he and Y/N had embarked upon. "It's been quite a rollercoaster, but I couldn't be happier. She's pregnant, and we've just confirmed that the baby is mine."

Alessandro's warm smile mirrored the happiness in Harry's eyes. "That's incredible news, Harry. You must be over the moon. How did you both react when you found out?"

Harry's voice was filled with affection as he recalled the moment. "It was a mix of shock and overwhelming joy. We both knew there was a possibility, but when we saw those test results, it made everything real."

Michael leaned forward, eager to learn more. "So, what are your plans? How are you going to manage with Oliver?”

Harry's smile remained, though he couldn't help but feel the weight of the logistical challenges ahead. "It's going to be a bit of a juggling act, I won't lie. Oliver and the new baby will be very close in age, so we're expecting some chaos. But we're committed to making it work”.

Alessandro's raised eyebrow conveyed curiosity. "How does Y/N feel about everything? I can imagine it's quite a lot to handle. She is going to be a first-time mom.”

Harry's eyes softened with affection as he thought about Y/N. "She's been incredible throughout this journey. But she's a natural with Oliver, and I have no doubt she'll be just as amazing with our new baby."

Michael chimed in with a grin. "It sounds like you have a lot to look forward to, mate”.

As the conversation continued, the camaraderie among friends provided a temporary reprieve from the complexities of Harry's family dynamics. Alessandro and Michael's genuine happiness and support served as a reminder that, despite the challenges ahead, he had unwavering friends by his side.

Amidst the laughter, shared stories, and excitement about the future, Harry couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for the moments like these — moments when he could revel in the joy of becoming a father once again.

As the conversation about Harry's impending fatherhood continued, the tension between Harry and William seemed to momentarily fade into the background. However, William, having remained silent until now, finally chimed in with a question that cut through the cheerful atmosphere.

He turned his gaze toward Harry, his tone measured as he asked, "Harry, are you going to tell your father about this?"

Harry's expression shifted slightly, and a shadow of unease crossed his face. His relationship with his father had always been complicated, marked by expectations, misunderstandings, and a lingering sense of disapproval.

Alessandro and Michael exchanged glances, sensing the complexity of the situation. They remained silent, allowing Harry to respond in his own time.

Harry took a deep breath, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty as he replied, "I... I haven't decided yet. Dad and I, we've had our differences, and I'm not sure how he'll react to this news."

William's gaze remained fixed on Harry, his expression inscrutable. "You know he's your father, Harry. He deserves to know. He can’t find out through the press or the media. It has to be directly through you”

Harry nodded, acknowledging the truth in William's words, even if the prospect of sharing the news with his father filled him with apprehension. "I’m aware” Harry just hadn't gotten over what had happened in the Hamptons.

Their friends, sensing the weight of the conversation, offered their support. Alessandro spoke up gently, "Harry, it's a decision only you can make. But remember, this is your moment, your family. You should do what feels right for you and Y/N."

Michael echoed the sentiment. "And you have us, your friends, who will support you no matter what."

The cafe grew quiet as the friends sat with the weight of the conversation. Harry's relationship with his father was a longstanding source of tension, and the decision to share this significant news with him was fraught with uncertainty.

As Harry contemplated his next steps, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions — a desire for understanding and acceptance from his father, and a determination to protect his growing family from any potential negativity. The path ahead was uncertain, but he knew that with the support of true friends, he would navigate it with grace and resilience. Maybe he would be calling his mother and sister first.

The soft glow of kitchen lights illuminated the cozy atmosphere of Harry's apartment as he and Y/N spent the evening together. Harry had taken it upon himself to cook a special dinner for them, and the tantalizing aroma of the meal filled the air.

Oliver, content on Y/N’s lap, giggled and played with his toys as Y/N watched over him with a loving smile. The warmth of the moment enveloped them, a stark contrast to the chaotic days that had preceded it.

As Harry moved gracefully around the kitchen, a sense of purpose filled him. He was excited about the future, about the family he was building with Y/N, and he couldn't wait to share this moment with her.

Finally, as he placed a beautifully plated dish on the kitchen island, he turned to Y/N with a warm smile. "Dinner's ready."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with appreciation as she glanced at the dish he had prepared. "You really outdid yourself."

Harry chuckled modestly as he joined her at the kitchen island, taking a seat beside her. "Well, I wanted to make tonight special."

Oliver, sensing the change in atmosphere, seemed equally excited, his bright eyes darting between them.

As they began to eat, the conversation flowed naturally. They talked about their plans for the baby's nursery, the upcoming doctor's appointments, and the joys and challenges of parenthood that awaited them.

Then, Harry broached a more serious topic. "I've been thinking. I'd really like to meet your mom. She's going to be a part of our lives now, and I'd love for her to get to know me."

Y/N's expression softened, and she nodded in agreement. “That means a lot to me. I think she'd appreciate that as well. I'll talk to her and arrange a meeting."

They continued their dinner, the warmth of their connection deepening with each passing moment. The challenges they had faced were still fresh in their minds, but at this moment, surrounded by the love they shared for each other and for Oliver, they knew that they were building a future filled with happiness, love, and the promise of a beautiful family.

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