#harry's pov

[lemoncrushh]

Anniversary Pancakes

Summary: Harry and his daughter make breakfast for his wife on their anniversary

Warnings: None, cutesy family fluff (very small mention of sex at the beginning)

Word Count: 1264

A/N: From my 2016 collection, this is written from Harry's POV.

I was in love with her. After six blissful years of marriage, I was still as much in love with her as I'd been the day we said "I do."

I woke up before she did, thinking about the night we'd shared. I'd made love to her three times, each time bringing her to the brink as she called out my name. Then we'd laid in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings, exchanging confirmations of our everlasting love. The sun was just starting to rise, a blueish glow streaming through the curtains. I laid in bed watching her for a good ten minutes, her chest rising and falling as puffs of breaths escaped her lips. She was so beautiful, it took all the strength I had not to wake her up with a gentle kiss. But I wanted to let her sleep. Today was our anniversary, and I had plans.

I sauntered into the kitchen squinting my eyes when I flipped the switch, light illuminating the granite countertops. I started the coffee brewing, knowing that's the first thing my love likes when she wakes up. Opening the refrigerator, I pulled out the eggs, milk, cheese, spinach and bacon. I'd just finished whisking the eggs in a bowl when I heard the pitter patter of little feet on the hardwood floor.

"Morning, Daddy," my little girl said softly as she appeared around the corner, her tiny fist rubbing her eye.

"Morning, princess, what are you doin' up so early?"

She merely shrugged before reaching her arms out to me for a hug. I set the bowl down on the counter and lifted her into my arms, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

"Whatcha makin'?" she asked me.

"An omelet," I replied. "For your mum."

"What's a omnet?"

I giggled as her mispronunciation. "Omelet. It's eggs with stuff in it."

My daughter made a face, showing me she did not approve. I shook my head and set her down on the nearby stool to watch me. I got the first pan ready for the bacon.

"Daddy, I'm hungry," I heard behind me as the bacon started to sizzle.

"What would you like to eat, love?"

"Pancakes."

I chuckled. "I don't think I know how to make those all by myself. Can you help me?"

"Uh huh!"

I flipped the bacon over before turning to my little girl.

"Will you get me a bowl from under there?" I pointed to the cabinet next to her.

"Okay."

She hopped off her stool, eagerly searching for the bowl she knew her mum had used to made pancakes in before. When she came up with it in her little hands, a satisfied grin on her face, she handed it to me.

"Here you go, Daddy."

"Alright monkey," I said. "First I need some flour. Do you know where that is?"

Her little arm immediately shot out across the counter, her finger pointing to a canister.

"In there?" I raised a brow, teasing her. "You sure?"

"Uh huh," she nodded. "The big one is flour."

I grabbed the large canister and lifted the lid, widening my eyes.

"What do ya know! There's flour in here!"

My daughter giggled, covering her mouth. I winked at her, dropping some of the flour into the bowl. Then I added baking powder, salt and sugar.

"Will you stir that for me while I grab this bacon off the fire?"

I lifted her back to her stool, handing her a big spoon. I removed the bacon from the stove while she stirred.

"Good job," I remarked. "Now we get to add the egg."

"Can I do it?" she pleaded.

"Uh...how 'bout we add it together."

"'kay."

I cracked the egg gently as I covered her hand that held it, opening it with precision, careful not to get any shells in the bowl.

"What am I missing?" I narrowed my eyes, putting my finger to my chin.

My little girl shifted her eyes back and forth before giving me a big shrug, her hands in the air.

"Butter!" I exclaimed.

I quickly grabbed some from the fridge, warming it in the microwave to melt. I let the little one pour it into the bowl while I started heating the griddle. Then grabbing the whisk once again, I handed it to her.

"I like the whisk," she commented, her S held out longer than the other letters. I smiled as I watched her move it around the bowl.

"Here, bug," I said, covering her hand again, showing her how to whisk the ingredients.

Her wee little tongue poked out of the side of her mouth in concentration. I brushed her hair back with my other hand, kissing the side of her face. God, I loved my family.

"Alright," I chimed. "Time for pouring."

My daughter watched as I poured the pancake mix onto the griddle. While I waited for it to bubble, I poured my previously prepared egg mixture into the second pan to make my wife's omelet.

I'd just folded the eggs and had made two good pancakes when I heard a little voice say cheer "Mommy!"

"Hi, precious," she said, her voice still groggy from sleep.

Our little girl hopped off the stool once again to wrap her arms around her mum.

"What's all this?" my love inquired, lifted her head to look at me.

"We made breakfast!" our daughter danced.

"You did?" Her eyes were locked on mine.

I grinned at her sheepishly, setting down the spatula. Then I pulled her to me, planting a soft kiss to her lips.

"Happy Anniversary," I murmured against her mouth.

She leaned her forehead against mine. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Daddy?"

"Yes, monkey?" I asked, even though my eyes were still on my wife.

"What's a ammivassy?"

I grinned. "It means your mum and I love each other a whole lot. And today is the day we celebrate."

My beautiful woman's face beamed back at me as I took it in my hands, kissing her once again.

"Harry..." she said when she broke the kiss.

"Yeah?" I asked, my lips pressed to her jaw.

"Something's burning."

"Shit!" I exclaimed.

I tore away from her to remove the scorched pancake from the griddle. As I cursed under my breath, I heard her chuckle behind me. Luckily, it was only one pancake. And I was able to save her omelet. I felt her hand on my back as I poured more of the mix.

"This is wonderful," she whispered in my ear. "You're wonderful."

Her arms wound around my waist as she rested her head on my back. Then she kissed my neck before backing away. I winked at her as she poured herself a cup of coffee, adding the creamer she liked.

"C'mon, precious, let's go sit at the table so we can have this delicious breakfast you and Daddy made."

I slipped an omelet onto a plate along with bacon, setting it in front of her. Then I gave my little girl her stack of pancakes, covered in syrup before making a plate for myself. I ate with my gorgeous ladies, another morning of complete joy.

My wife smiled at me as she ate, a look on her face that told me something else was on her mind. Perhaps she woke up thinking about last night too.

"I love you," she mouthed silently.

I was about to declare my love in return when my little girl spoke.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, love?" I turned to her, giving her my undivided attention.

"When is our ammivassy?"

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[tobeafangirl]

soft as a petal; sharp as a tac

Words: 4,617 (Harry's P.O.V) Rating: M (Anxiety/Depression/Panic attacks, language, mention of parent passing.) Type: Chapter (2/?) Previous Chapter

I closed the door to my car and sat there for a minute. What did I just experience? Y/N was nothing like what I thought she was going to be. I knew that she had some anxiety issues, I understood that a bit more than I would like to admit but people at school talk about her like she is some type of outcast or a taboo. She was normal. At least in my eyes. Maybe a little misunderstood among her peers, but we live in a town where nothing happens and people ignore very real trauma. It is easier for some people, but some of us can’t forget that easily. It made me want to get to know her more, if she would allow it. I had to pace myself around her, which was a little hard for me to do but I can adapt. I had to admit that she was absolutely beautiful. I knew she didn’t see that, but a lot of guys at school could. If she would let any guy close to her, she would see just how many of them were interested in her. That was not my intention. I mean, I am a firm believer in whatever happens, happens, but I was not going to be that guy. 

I drove to meet the guys at Sonic. Yes, Sonic. The place where all teenagers gathered to hangout on any given night of the week. I was not lying when I said nothing happens in this town, mostly because there is not a thing to do. Y/N lived a bit of distance from town and I wondered if that was why I rarely saw her out. Well, besides the obvious reasons. I thought about how she tensed when we bumped into each other. The way she reacted when I got close to her. Then my mind went to her laugh. Her real laugh. Not the fake acceptable in public laugh, but one that would be ringing in my head for the next few days. I felt some type of pride that I made her laugh like that. Can’t help that my ego likes to make an appearance every once and a while. Once I parked in one of the vacant spots, I saw Niall in the distance waving me over. I winced slightly because I knew I was about to have to hear about how his night went with Corrina.

“There he is!” Niall cheered once I made my way over to the group. I spoke to everyone before focusing my attention on Niall. “What’s up man.” I took a seat on the table that he was sitting at as I glanced over his shoulder at the menu. “Dude. I will say this once and once only. Corrina is the hottest girl in our school. Corrina is also the dumbest girl in our school.” I held back a small laugh and glanced at the other females at the table. They all seemed to stick their nose up at Niall’s words. Corrina was an attractive girl, but not a great human being. She has dated so many different guys, and is very vocal about the experiences she has had with them. I am not one to judge, I am happy for her living her best life, but that is just not my thing so I did my best to stay away from her. Although, if we are at a party, sometimes that’s hard for me to do. “She can’t be that bad.” I said to Niall and he shook his head. “She is. I think she wants to hook up though, so that’s a thing.” Of course she did. 

“And how was your night?” Niall wiggled his eyebrows at me. He was obsessed with the fact I had Y/N as a partner. As soon as he heard it in class he was relentless on comments about her. Niall was in the same boat as me in the regard that he also found Y/N attractive but Niall had the mind of a thirteen year old so, most of the things he thought about her were sexual. Sometimes I don’t know why I put up with it, but I do. Niall and I have known each other for years. We have both grown separately and have our own interests and stuff now, but we were still super close. It was a weird friendship, but we balanced each other out. I needed someone to remind me to have fun every once in a while and Niall needed someone to ground him well, most of the time. “It was good.” That is all I wanted to say about it, because it was true. It was good. Like I genuinely had a good time, even if it was spent in silence for most of it. I just knew I wanted Y/N to be comfortable with me.

“Goddamn you are so bad at this.” Niall complained and I chuckled. He wanted some crazy insight but there was not one to give him. “I don’t know what to tell you man, we talked about our assignment.” I shrugged a bit dramatically as he continued on. “I really thought that like it would be super weird or like she would be a total freak and jump your bones as soon as you walked into the door.” Sometimes I wondered if Niall thought before he spoke, chances are the answer is no. I did not respond to him. Instead I just acted like I could not hear a word he was saying to me. It was better that way. I heard him sigh. “Okay, fine. Are you at least ready for Friday?” I now held an expression that I saw far too often tonight. Confusion. “What is Friday?” Niall faked a hurt look, he even placed his hand over his heart. “How could you forget our football game this weekend?” I rolled my eyes at his weepy tone. It is not like I hated sports, I just did not think my life should revolve around them. “I have plans.” This sparked a lot of interest.

“You did not have plans yesterday?” He gestured for me to go on and tell him the plans. I really did not want to. I knew exactly how he would react. “Your mom became available.” Niall threw what I think was a mozzarella stick at me and I dodged to my best ability. “I am studying with Y/N.” I told him and watched as a wide smile spread across his face. “My man.” He started to put his hand up for a high five but I instantly stopped him. “No.” This was not a high five moment. It was studying. “Oh come on Harry, she’s hot and I have always been curious as to what her body looks like.” He said more but I had officially tuned him out as I thought about things. I hated that I was curious too. Maybe not for the same reason though. Y/N always wore clothes that swallowed her whole but this was not new. She has dressed like this for as long as I can remember. Even tonight with her hoodie practically looking like a dress on her. It made her comfortable and truly that was all that mattered but I think I was curious just for the sake of knowing. I didn’t have to see her naked. Not that I would mind that. Eh - that’s enough thinking for tonight. 

I continued to do my best at ignoring Niall for the rest of the night as I mingled with everyone else. I would like to say I am friends with most people and friendly to all. I do my best to speak with everyone and not leave anyone out. It is just the way I was raised. There are some people who I do not care for, but I still keep things cordial, you never know when you might need something later down the line. I just don’t feel like hate should be a thing. I get that from my mom. She is a hippie through and through and she preaches about how things used to be. If only she could have a time machine. If you asked anyone, only Niall has ever been to my house. Even when I have dated in the past I have never had a girl over. Most of that was due to the awkward fertility statues and decorations that covered our walls. I disliked having to explain the meaning behind everything to people. Sometimes things don’t have to have a special meaning. Sometimes things just are.

Another reason why is that when my mom started her wine frenzy nights, she could start really talking about the past. The past being my dad. For being given such a common name like Robyn, he sure was a spectacular guy. When I was younger, my dad was my hero. He could do no wrong. That man taught me so much in such a short amount of time. He never bullshit me. He kept things honest, even when I was young. He told me that he would never lie to me, even if it was hard for him, because I deserved to know the truth no matter what. I was thankful for that type of upbringing, it made me who I am today. Unfortunately, we lost him around three years ago. It was rough for the whole family. It got a lot of attention, which is what started my mom’s love for wine. Having to be asked the same questions over and over again by not only law enforcement but everyone around you is a hard pill to swallow. To make a long story short. My dad was murdered during a robbery. Which always got me because he would never be the one to protest, that just shows the guy was out to kill regardless.

I remember the exact moment my mom called me. I remember every emotion that I went through. To say I was a mess after would be an understatement. I tried my best to be strong for my mom. My dad was the love of her life. They displayed a perfect marriage, truly, I do not think I have ever seen anyone more happy than them. I longed for that one day, to be able to experience a love so pure. This is how I knew what Y/N went through every once and a while. After my dad passed, I started having panic attacks myself. I am not sure what brought them on, maybe internalizing so much pain that I just broke. It does not happen as much now, but it was scary when it did. I felt like I was dying. I could only imagine what Y/N felt like daily. Just knowing the smallest thing could potentially send you in a spiral. How simple tasks could feel like you were scaling a mountain with no rope, ready to plummet at any moment. Scary.

I did not stay too long. I got me some cheap dinner and said my goodbyes to everyone. Typically, I would stay out as late as I could get away with on a school night, but after my thought process I knew I would be a little off. I tried my best not to think about these things. It instantly sent my mood down to a depressed state and I always had to find a really long ladder to climb my way out. Not going to lie, I have been seeing the school counselor every once and a while to speak with her about some things that I feel, a few darker thoughts, but I could never let my mom know. When dad died, everyone recommended that I see a therapist to talk about everything and to help me process things. My mom was not a fan of that. She believes that if I see someone they will only tell me what is wrong about me and try to fix me. She tells me I do not need fixing, just need time to heal from the trauma on my own but my mom doesn’t hear my thoughts at night.

Counseling has been helpful though. Only Niall knows. I plan on keeping it that way. Once I arrived home, I heard the sound of bongos in my mom’s room with a familiar smell echoing through the entire house. Did I mention she was a hippie? My parents used to smoke all the time together, so this was not new. I preferred it when she smoked, she was more mellow and relaxed. She at least appeared to be more happy when she was high. I partook every once in a while, when I felt really stressed. It was not my favorite, but sometimes feeling numb was needed. Currently, I am a senior in highschool, so there is a lot on my plate. I am faced with the decision of staying or going. My mom doesn't believe in college either. She would prefer me to stay here, go to a trade school and begin life. With her. Meaning that she doesn't want me to leave her, but I don’t know if I would be able to take that. In fact, I had already applied to a few colleges just to see if I would even be able to get in. 

“Home!’ I yelled out I hoped she heard me. I moved my way through the house to my room and once inside I felt a sense of safety. My room is like something sacred to me. It is the place I go to get away from everyone. I have a lock on my door that I use constantly. It gives me space without there actually being space, if that makes sense. I took my shoes off and crashed straight into my bed, letting relaxation take over me. I started to think about Y/N for a moment and our plans Friday. I smiled at the thought. I was looking forward to it. I liked the idea of getting to know her. I found myself reaching for my phone without thinking. I looked at our very brief messages and hovered my thumbs over the keyboard. It was late, she would probably be asleep. What was I even going to say? All I knew was that my mind kept drifting back to her and I knew it wouldn’t stop until I did something about that. I could wait until tomorrow and talk to her at school but I was not sure if I could hold off for that long.

Fuck it. I started to type out a brief message. At first I was going to see if she was up, but then I thought that would be the opposite of the impression I wanted to make. I then started to say hey and give some elaborate reason as to why I was texting her at nearly ten thirty at night, but then I took a moment to think about her. What would Y/N like? What would get her attention? Y/N liked art. I knew this because sometimes I would see her walking around with paint stained clothes and a palette. She would hide away in the art room during her off periods and paint. I had never seen any of her artwork, I figured it was something very special to her so I did not want to impose but I would be lying if I said I was not interested. “Top three favorite artists?” Is what I decided to send. I don’t know why but I was kind of nervous. It made me laugh a little because not many people could make me feel that way anymore. I don’t want to sound conceited, but I was aware that I was a good looking guy. I have never had trouble with girls and I got hit on occasionally so I could fall into a relationship easily. For the first time I had no idea what to expect. 

Around five minutes passed before my phone went off. I tried not to read it immediately but I couldn’t help myself. “What kind of artist?” Was her reply. I felt myself smile. She was even confused via text message. I had a strong feeling this was going to be something that I would come to love and hate if given the chance. She posed a good question, but I wanted her to answer that. “You tell me.” I texted back. I started to wonder why she was up, not that it was any of my business, but Y/N seemed like the type who liked her sleep. That’s not saying much though, because I am a guy who liked his sleep. Sleep did not like me. I was always tired and ready for bed, but as soon as my head hits the pillow I’m wide awake. My body refuses to shut down and instead of getting a good night's sleep I am sucked into a world of insomnia. The first time I had ever experienced it I didn’t know what to do. I thought something was seriously wrong with me. I don’t think I slept for almost two whole days. It was like my body felt drained but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t provide it with what was needed. 

“I don’t really like those who do traditional art.” My eyebrows pulled together in happy confusion as a smile was placed on my lips. What did she mean by that? Obviously I was going to ask but I tried to figure it out for myself first. How did the girl who enjoyed doing art not like art? That is just not adding up in my mind. And the way that she worded herself. This girl was such a mystery and I would be lying if I didn’t say that I wanted to explore that a little. I wanted to get to know her, to understand her. “What other art do you like?” I kind of felt like a schoolgirl. I was laying on my bed, propped up on my elbow, waiting. I could be doing a multitude of things but this is what I wanted to focus my attention on.

Sometimes I wished that I would be into video games like some guys. To have a hobby that would take up some of my time while I am unable to sleep. I just never got into it. It did not appeal to me and I also was not the best at it. I know I could have gotten better with time, but also watching most of my friends become obsessed with some virtual world depressed me a little. Like they did not have anything better to do. Niall would get started on a game and would be playing for hours, completely ignoring everything and everyone around him. I tell him that is why he doesn’t have a girlfriend, because he wouldn’t know how to pay attention to a female. He hates that. He thinks it is a competition between us for some reason, and it pains him that I am winning at it. It kind of started with my first girlfriend. He did not like me spending so much time with her, so he got a girlfriend who was “better”. However, I had more intimate encounters than him and he always whines about that. 

“Music” The sound of my phone startled me out of my thoughts momentarily. I smiled at her response. “What kind of music?” I wondered if it was coming off that I was too eager since I was replying back so quickly. If so, I don’t know if I entirely cared about that. I know there is some weird interpretation behind the text scene of this generation but it did not make much sense to me. “I like all kinds.” She said but before I could respond she sent another message. “Really anything with a good beat. I like rock and alternative music a lot because I enjoy the bass.” I smiled. I don’t know how to explain this but she texted the way she talked. A bit jumbled and all over the place, but she got her point across. “Do you play any instruments?” 

“Bass.” I should have guessed that response. “Piano too, but I only play that for my mom really.” But the second one was  a little unpredictable. I couldn’t really imagine Y/N playing any type of instrument, but Piano would fit her the most or maybe even violin. Something classic. I could imagine her on a stage, bashfully taking a bow at the end of a sold out concert. “When do I get a performance?” I couldn’t fight the giant smile on my face after sending that. I glanced at the time afterwards. I should be getting some sleep, so should she. I thought of reasons why she would be awake right now as well and I wondered if she shared that in common too. If she had the same insomnia bug that never wanted to leave me. She took longer to respond this time, for a minute I even thought she might have fallen asleep. Instead, she sent a video. 

I sat up in my bed, a completely perplexed look on my face but yet it was adorned with a smile. I clicked on the video and was met with an equally confused looking Y/N. It was like she had never recorded a video before. I laughed at her as she realized it was recording and she stood up. Y/N was wearing the same oversized hoodie as earlier, but she had changed into some black sweatpants. Don’t get me wrong, it can get cold sometimes, but it is never that cold. I wondered how she could stand to wear such thick clothing. She gave a small smile and wave to the camera, a glimpse of regret flashed across her face before she sat down in front of her piano. I was guessing this was her bedroom, I glanced around as much as I could since it was dimly lit. I saw an easel in the back, fairy lights, and posters on the wall. It was a bit messy, clothes on the floor. It was very her. My eyes averted back to her as she started to play. I did not recognize the song, but to be fair I didn’t really listen to any kind of classical piano music. Although, it did not sound very classical. It was slow, soft, burning in a way. It had a feeling behind it. 

I watched as she stopped mid-note and her body kind of slumped forward. She took a deep breath and looked back towards the camera. She gave another smile before getting up and turning it off. I sat there for a moment. I felt like she just shared something personal with me. I could tell that it was not an easy task for her. It kind of warmed my heart. “What song was that?” I asked, I was genuinely curious after hearing it. “Mine. It’s not finished.” I smiled. This woman is just inclined in everything that is creative. “So, you paint masterpieces and play seventeen instruments. Now, you are an actual composer -- do you sing as well?” I wonder if that made her laugh. I replayed it again in my mind, her laugh. The way her eyes slightly crinkled at the sides and her nose would scrunch just a tad. “Maybe. On occasion.” Knew it. Up until this point things have been light and fun in conversation, but I could not help but ask. “Why are you up?” 

“Thinking.” I felt that. Thinking was my number one enemy. “Why are you up?” She copied, so I did the same. “Thinking.” However, she wanted me to elaborate. “What are you thinking about?” I figured I deserved that. I have spent most of this conversation asking her questions, which she answered without any push back but still. It was my turn to share, I guess. This was the point where I contemplated if I wanted to be honest or not. I didn’t want to scare her away, but the honest answer was that I was thinking about her. “You.” I went with the truth. “But not like - nothing, weird. I am just curious about you.” I thought I would have to wait a while for her response, “That is a good thing, right?” I laughed of course she would question that. I felt myself nod even though she couldn’t see me. “I think so, yes.” My mind now drifted to the thought that maybe conversation would be easier with her in person after this. If we could limit the awkward and confused staring that happened between us earlier. 

“What are you curious about?” What was I not curious about? That would be an easier question to answer. At first, I made a mental list of specific things, but then I thought maybe that would sound a little too creepy. “Everything you are willing to share with me.” I felt my teeth sink into my bottom lip as I sent that message. Again, I was expecting a delayed reply but received a quick one back. “Noted.” I know this sounds weird, but I felt like that was a door opening between us. I am not sure what this was going to lead to, I am not expecting anything. In fact, with Y/N I expect the unexpected. However, I found it easy to talk to her, maybe because I did not feel like she would judge me. We were both weird in our own ways. I felt my eyes start to get heavy, my mind calming as it finally got some answers. Cryptic ones, but still. “Goodnight, Y/N.” I sent with a smile as I felt myself start to fall into dreamland. I stayed awake long enough for a “Goodnight, Harry.” To pop up on my screen before I was out.

***

The next morning I woke up to the light shining into my room and my alarm blaring beside me. I shifted a bit and grabbed my phone to turn off the annoying noise. When I opened my phone, the conversation between me and Y/N was still up. It made me smile. I felt like I had made a small breakthrough with her last night. I knew that maybe some would look at our conversation and think that it was just normal, but they had no idea. I felt like last night was something a bit special that we shared. I went and made sure to save the video she had sent me. 

I watched it again. I stood up for the bed as my eyes were glued to the phone. She looked so effortlessly beautiful and it killed me. I took the time to really study her side profile in the video. It wasn’t that Y/N was supermodel status, but she was natural and something about that topped any other beauty. I sighed as I entered the bathroom, my hand running through my disheveled curls. I had to get ready for school and for the first time in a while I was very much excited. I couldn’t wait to see Y/N, couldn’t wait to spend more time with her.  As I looked in the mirror and saw my smile on my face, one I haven't seen in a while. Genuine and meant for someone. I knew. I was in this for the long run.

[kingsofeverything]

Hi! I don't know what the universe is doing with tdatdbs lmao. I read it about a year ago and loved it SO MUCH and then today I randomly thought about it and decided to go re-read. During chapter 6 it occured to me that I'd REALLY want to read this from the other person's pov, which I never really thought about any fic. Came to your tumblr to ask whether you're planing to do something like that only to find out that not only are other people suddenly thinking about the fic, they're wondering about the same things I am... anyways, it's totally fine that you don't feel like it. It leaves room for the imagination. I think you write Louis' internal war so well and we have such detailed understanding of what he's going through, and then there's Harry who's doing things, but we don't really know what he's thinking and feeling, and that's why people are all thinking the same thing. It's implied, but I'd like to know to what extent Harry feels guilty for what they're doing. And what's his headsplace after his breakup (or divorce? I'm not there yet, just remembering) and how does that affect his actions. Anyways, this fic is a underrated masterpiece and also I wanna thank you for writing older larry. I don't like it when they're 24 in fics with stable jobs, apartment owners and parents... A lot of people think life ends at 35 in this fandom. Sorry for rambling, much love 💕💕💕

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :)

It makes me so happy that people love this fic. I know a lot of people won't go near it because of the cheating, but I tried my best to handle it well and realistically so it wasn't just an angst fest or whatever lol

The fic is about Louis first and foremost. His journey (really not a fan of that term but my brain isn't cooperating) is the most important thing. And like Louis says to Bridget, Harry's the catalyst, but he's not the reason Louis does everything he does. I do find it fun that anyone's out there wondering about Harry's POV. I tried to show it, and like you said, it's implied, but that's on purpose. Louis can't ever really know more than Harry tells him or shows him, and since it's Louis' story, we won't either.

I will say that Harry didn't feel very guilty about what they were doing unless he was around Bo, which wasn't often, or when he met Bridget. And that was his turning point. He was lying to himself about Louis' situation and when it became obvious that things were different than he imagined, he backed off. It broke his heart, but he ended things. As far as Harry's divorce, it didn't really have anything to do with his actions w/r/t the affair. His ex-husband didn't cheat. Their relationship fell apart for other reasons. He'd been divorced for a while before he moved there, so he was just happy to be on his own, starting over, with a good job, a great boss (Boss Niall!). He didn't really expect things with Louis to last or work out well for him once he found out Louis was married, but like a lot of people in similar situations, he thought Louis would leave Bridget for him even though it was never discussed.

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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

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the argument had started over something small. ridiculously small, actually. you couldn’t even remember the details anymore, but somehow, the two of you had managed to let it escalate and before you knew it, mattheo and you were throwing sharp words like hexes.

your boyfriend, as loving as he was, had a way of getting under your skin sometimes. he was all about teasing smirks and cocky grins that usually made you laugh, but tonight you weren’t laughing. tonight, you were tired and on edge from a long week of classes and when he joked about you taking things too seriously, something inside of you snapped.

“not everyone has the luxury of not giving a damn, mattheo.” you’d answered with your arms crossed. “not everyone has parents who don’t care.”

the moment the words left your lips, you swore you could’ve felt the air shift. it was like time froze, everything suddenly stood still and went way too quiet. mattheo’s expression shifted, the usual soft gaze he saved for you disappearing. you saw how the hurt flickered in his dark eyes, before he quickly covered it with cold indifference.

“forget it,” he said sharply before walking out, turning his heel and disappearing out of the common room before you could even get a word out.

you stood there, frozen, the weight of your words slowly sinking in. merlin, you hadn’t meant it like that. in fact, you hadn’t meant to hurt him at all. but you had and now he was gone, and you didn’t even know where.

you couldn’t focus on anything for the rest of the evening and as wandered around the castle - silently hoping you’d bump into him around the corner - the hallways felt emptier than ever. dinner passed in a blur too. every time someone entered the great hall and sat down at the slytherin table, you quickly looked up, only to realise it wasn’t him.

you spent the rest of the night alone in your dorm, laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, trying and failing to get any sleep. your last conversation kept replaying in your head, what if you’d really hurt him this time ? what if he didn’t come back ? sure, mattheo had his walls, but he never stayed mad at you for long… your mind spiralled. outside the window, everything was dark and still. inside your heart, everything was twisted in knots.

and then, just as you were finally drifting off, a loud noise jolted you awake. it wasn’t just you either, you heard frantic footsteps outside your dorm, and voices raising as well. you sat up, heart pounding and confused. it wasn’t long before a frantic knock echoed through the door, and your best friend pansy came in.

“you have to get up, everyone is being taken to the great hall. now !” she said quickly. “what’s happening ?” you asked in a panicky tone as you got out of bed. “dementors,” she muttered, pulling you outside and rushing you to join the many students making their way through the dark halls. “they’ve been spotted outside.”

your heart skipped a beat. dementors.

the crowd of students rushed to the great hall, tension filling the air, already thick with worry and whispers. you scanned the faces around, searching for any signs of mattheo. but he wasn’t there. he wasn’t anywhere.

“pansy,” you breathed, tugging on her sleeve as realisation dawned on you. “i don’t see mattheo. where is he ?”

she shrugged, concern flickering in her eyes “don’t know, i haven’t seen him since this afternoon”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening. where was he ? the last time you saw him was when he’d left after the argument, angry and hurt. what if he was outside when the dementors had left ? what if… what if the last thing you said to him was the stupid comment about his father ?

your breathing picked up and theo noticed it from across the room, before making his way over. “what’s going on ?” he asked with furrowed brows.

“i can’t find mattheo,” you whispered with a trembling voice. “we had a fight earlier and now he’s probably out there, and-“

theo exchanged a knowing look with pansy before cutting you off by gently pulling you into a reassuring side hug “he’s fine, amore. probably just running late, you know him, always slipping off to do merlin knows what.”

but you weren’t reassured. not when the castle was in lockdown. it when dementors were around. not when mattheo was nowhere to be seen, and the last thing he heard from you was something you didn’t mean.

“i didn’t mean it,” you whispered with regret. pansy rubbed your back to comfort you but it didn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you reached the great hall. the place was crowded with panicked students and teachers, but you still felt terribly alone in your world of fear.

“i shouldn’t have said it,” you choked out, wiping your eyes and ignoring the people running around and bumping into you. “i shouldn’t have-“

before you could finish, a heavy sound echoed through the hall. the giant wooden doors swung open with a gust of cold air, and every head turned toward the entrance.

mattheo stood in the doorway, along with some others students you didn’t even glance at. his curly hair was damp with the rain, and his robes slightly disheveled. he looked like he’d been through a storm, but he was there.

without thinking, you ran. you pushed through the crowd, not caring who you bumped into, your heart racing as you closed the distance between you. by the time you reached him, a tear had managed to roll down your cheek, but you didn’t care. you threw yourself into his arms, your hands fisting his robes as you breathed him in.

“mattheo,” you gasped, holding onto him like he might disappear. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean it, i swear i didn’t mean it.”

his arms came around you immediately, pulling you close, his chin resting on top of your head. “hey, hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “it’s okay, love. i’m not mad.”

you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your slightly red eyes searching his face. “you’re not?”

he shook his head, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “no. i just… needed some time. but i’m not mad. i promise.”

you bit your lip, trying to stop the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm you again. “i thought—i thought something happened to you. i was so scared.”

mattheo’s gaze softened, and he wiped the tears away with his thumb. “i’m sorry i scared you. i shouldn’t have just left like that.”

you shook your head quickly, you knew your boyfriend’s habit of walking out during arguments was just to help manage his anger. it was something he’d started doing when he realised you were the only good thing in his life, and he didn’t want to take his negative feelings out on you.

“no, it’s my fault. i shouldn’t have said what i did.” he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his breath warm against your skin. “it’s okay,” he whispered. “i’m here. i’m not walking away this time.”

for the first time that night, you felt the tightness in your chest ease. the panic, the fear, it all melted away in his arms, replaced by the steady, grounding warmth of his presence. “nice pajamas by the way,” he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

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Y/n: I'm a badass feminist who doesn't need a man. Y/n: *steals Harry's hoodies* Y/n: *needs help opening bottles* Y/n: *needs constant attention*

Harry: I survived Voldemort as a baby, I'm the definition of independent. Harry: *needs cuddles to sleep* Harry: *constantly jealous of Y/n's plushies* Harry: *needs to be reminded that Y/n will not leave her for that really hot dickhead down the street*

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Last day of slytherinmas 😭

My girl

Theodore nott x cheerleader!reader

Summary: you keep your relationship hidden but when a charming gryffindor captain tries to win you over, it’s not just a game of quidditch anymore it’s a game for you

A/n: it’s his pov guys and thank you for another great idea @smut-anarchy I wanna kiss your beautiful brain 💋

The sun hung high in the autumn sky, casting a warm golden hue over the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts. The excitement of the crowd buzzed in my ears, a cacophony of cheers and shouts that rose and fell like the wind. I stood on the sidelines, my heart pounding not from the thrill of the game but from a simmering anger that threatened to boil over.

Gryffindor was playing Slytherin today, and while the usual rivalry had me on edge, it wasn’t the opposing team that had me fuming. No, it was their captain, Oliver Wood. With his tousled hair and those infuriatingly charming winks he kept sending toward the Slytherin cheerleaders, my focus shifted solely to him, and more specifically, to Y/N.

Y/N was mesmerizing, even in her cheer uniform. Her laughter rang out above the rest, and every time Wood shot her a flirty wink, a knot tightened in my stomach. I couldn’t stand it. She was my girl, and I had no intention of letting anyone else think otherwise.

As I watched Wood fly around the pitch, I could feel the rage bubbling within me. He was supposed to be focused on the game, yet he was wasting precious moments trying to win Y/N’s affection rather than leading his team. I clenched my fists, my knuckles white as I considered what I would do to show him that she wasn’t interested in his charming little antics.

When Slytherin scored their first goal, I caught Y/N’s eye. She smiled brightly, her eyes sparkling with delight, but I could see the confusion lurking beneath the surface. Did she even realize how much Wood was flirting with her? I hoped not. The last thing I wanted was for her to reciprocate. My mind raced with thoughts of how to assert my claim, how to remind everyone that she was mine.

As the match continued, it became apparent that I needed to focus. I was a Beater, and my job was to protect my teammates, to ensure that we won. But my attention kept being drawn to the Gryffindor captain. The way he smiled at Y/N and winked, as if it were a game in itself.

“Focus, Nott,” Blaise shouted to me, making me force my gaze back to the pitch. I could hear the cheers from the stands, feel the adrenaline surging in the air, but it was all clouded by my growing jealousy.

The game wore on, and it seemed that Oliver was determined to keep his flirtation going. I could see him glance at Y/N every chance he got, completely ignoring the game’s flow. It only fueled my determination. I was ready to send him a message, to make him realize that he was crossing a line.

With every swing of my bat, I aimed to protect my teammates while keeping an eye on Wood. I wasn’t above playing dirty if it meant defending my territory.

“Keep your eyes on the ball, Theo!” My friend Draco’s voice broke through my haze of anger. I barely registered him; I was locked on Oliver.

Then it happened. A bludger was coming straight for Wood as he flew high above the pitch. Instinct kicked in; I swung my bat, sending the ball hurtling toward him with a calculated force. The impact was satisfying as he narrowly dodged it, but I could see the annoyance flash in his eyes. Good. Let him know I’m not here to play nice.

The match progressed, and with each passing moment, I felt the tide of the game turning in our favor. My teammates rallied, fueled by the promise of victory and the desire to defend our honor. Y/N cheered us on from the sidelines, her voice ringing clear and bright.

Finally, as the match neared its end, Slytherin secured a decisive lead. The moment came when I saw Oliver making yet another desperate attempt to impress Y/N with a flashy move. I could feel my anger boiling over, and I took one last swing of my bat, sending a bludger careening directly at him.

He dodged, but the distraction was enough. Our Seeker, Millicent, dove toward the Golden Snitch, her determination matched only by my own. She caught it, and the crowd erupted in cheers.

Slytherin had won.

As I landed on the pitch, adrenaline coursing through me, I scanned the crowd for Y/N. She was beaming, her smile lighting up my world, and in that moment, I knew I had to claim her in front of everyone. I had to show Wood and the rest of the school that she belonged to me.

I strode toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. When I reached her, the noise of the crowd faded, and it was just the two of us. Without hesitation, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her fiercely. It was a declaration, a promise, a way to stake my claim.

The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and gasps, but I didn’t care. I could feel Y/N’s surprise melt into delight as she kissed me back, her hands tangled in my hair.

Oliver’s glare from the other side of the pitch was almost palpable, but I didn’t let it bother me. I had won the game, and more importantly, I had won her heart.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. I was Theodore Nott, the boy who defended what was his, and I had no intention of letting anyone—especially not Oliver Wood—get in my way.

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Mistletoe & Holly

Summary: Harry finally reveals to his friend Holly how he feels about her on her birthday...which just happens to be Christmas.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4833

A/N: As promised, this is one of my two holiday fics from the past. Originally written and posted in 2021. In Harry's POV.

Holly’s birthday was the 25th of December. “Freaking Christmas Day”, as she'd put it when we'd become friends years ago.

"I was born on freaking Christmas Day, Harry! Like baby Jesus. Can you believe it?"

Her mum had been told she couldn't have children, but 'lo and behold one day after having a horrible upset stomach and a case of indigestion, she went to the doctor only to find out she was pregnant. Holly'd laughed about it then when she told me, making light of the fact that she'd been a miracle baby. I couldn't help but think she was indeed a miracle.

To say I'd had a crush on her would be an understatement. I reckon in those early days it was just a crush, as I followed her around like a dumb lovestruck puppy. But I didn’t really know what love was yet; I just thought she was pretty, and she was cool because she had the entire second floor of her parents’ house to herself. She sat behind me in class, and I’d let her copy off my papers, or she’d let me do the same, even though neither of us got the best marks.

It wasn’t until the second year that I realised my feelings for her were more than mere infatuation. She started dating…other guys…and I didn’t like it. Especially when she would tell me about them. I found myself jealous, and I didn’t like that either. I would sulk, wishing I could turn back the clock to when it was just her and me. But the truth was, there never had been a her and me. We were never a thing and were never gonna be. I’d missed my chance. I was in the friend zone.

Still, every year I would celebrate her birthday with her. I thought it was a shame that she had to share her birthday with the biggest holiday of the year, so we’d do it a week before, a tradition I came up with myself.

“You need to have your day, Holly,” I insisted. “A day that’s just for you.”

“Okay,” she agreed, giving me that grin she’d use when she was humouring me. “What do you suggest we do to celebrate?”

I shrugged. “I’ll think of something. Just leave it to me.”

That first year I’ll admit was a little lame. It was too late to plan a party, not that I would have known whom to invite anyway. I baked her a cake (okay, my mum helped me a little), and I brought it to her house. The look on her face when she’d opened the door was totally worth it. She beamed at me with her big eyes and lovely crooked-tooth smile, and I could have kissed her had I not been holding that massive cake in my hands. Okay, maybe not.

We sat on the floor with our backs against the sofa whilst we ate cake and watched Star Wars - her choice. Somewhere around the middle of the movie, I gave her my other gift, a stuffed bear wearing a beanie. Yes, I know, cheesy. But I was a kid. She kept it on her bed for a long time, so I guess she didn’t hate it.

The next year I was able to plan a party, and a lot of kids came. But the downside was that Holly had a semi-boyfriend, a prat named Duncan who kept trying to get her alone. I came close to getting him to eat one of the cookies I'd brought, knowing he was allergic to nuts, but Holly quickly slapped it out of his hand, giving me a look. I lied and told her I hadn’t known of his allergy, and spent the rest of the party in the kitchen with her mum and dad, claiming I had a headache.

That wasn't the last time I had to walk around with my tail between my legs. After the X-Factor and becoming part of One Direction, we continued to stay in touch. But I'd forgotten about my pact with Holly until it was almost too late, and the guys and I were making plans for Louis's birthday.

"You should come," I told Holly on the phone. "We'll make it a joint thing. A massive celebration."

“Are you sure?” she asked, and I could detect the tone of hesitation.

“Of course. It’ll be fun.”

The party itself had been fun, but what I had neglected to do was try to make it extra special for Holly, seeing as most everyone else was there for Louis. After my bandmate had blown out his candles, and we roasted him for a bit, I brought out the cake for Holly, a round one with white icing and holly and berries on the top. While she put on her best smile, I could tell she was disappointed that no one made a big deal, barely singing an encore of “Happy Birthday” as they stood digging their forks into Louis’s cake.

Each year, I tried to one-up myself, hoping I’d make her birthday more enjoyable than the last - or at least better than that one. I made it a point never to combine her day with Louis’s again as the entire idea was based on her having her own day.

A few years later, however, I did the worst thing I possibly could. Niall and I had gotten into the liquor before the festivities had started, long before Holly even arrived. To this day I don’t really know why I did it, but I blame it on the nerves. I’d had it in the back of my mind that I was finally going to tell Holly how I felt about her. She’d had another boyfriend earlier that year, Eric, and I’d hated him. I mean, gritting-my-teeth-every-time-he-appeared and keeping-my-hands-in-fists-in-case-he-breathed-wrong hated him. He was a dickhead and just...completely wrong for Holly. She deserved much better. She deserved to be with someone who treated her like a queen. She deserved to be with me.

So when she and Eric had broken up before Halloween, I was so relieved and elated, I wanted to throw her the best birthday party ever. I was going to tell her everything in my heart. And up to then, I hadn’t told a soul. 

That is, until Niall handed me a drink. I wasn’t sure what was in it, but it tasted amazing. The more I drank, the more I liked it. I was feeling pretty good, making jokes and having fun until I found myself telling Niall my plan. 

“Shit, good luck, mate,” he said, slapping me on the back. “Just...what if she turns you down?”

Before that moment, I hadn’t even considered that Holly wouldn’t love me back. I mean, certainly there was no guarantee that she would fall into my arms as soon as I confessed. She might have some reservations, even, what with us being such good friends and all. But what if she actually said she had no feelings for me at all and told me to get lost? Suddenly, I felt a sourness in my stomach, and not from the liquor.

To make matters worse, as if on cue, the door opened and in stepped Holly. For a second my face lit up, all doubts I’d just had a second earlier now dissolving at the sight of her in her black dress and red lipstick. Straightening my shirt, I stood back, waiting until her other friends gave her welcoming hugs to make my move.

And that’s when I saw him.

Fucking Eric was stood right behind her.

In less than two seconds, I strode across the room, my eyes shooting daggers at the wanker.

“Hey, Harry!” Holly beamed at me, but I barely noticed. “Looks like a great party.”

“What’s he doing here?” I growled, my hands in fists ready to take a punch if needed. Eric merely raised his eyebrows, as though he already knew he was unwelcome.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind,” Holly said meekly. “I invited him.”

“You’re back together?”

Holly shrugged, a pink blush to her cheeks as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Maybe. We’ve been talking…”

Eric gave a grin so smug that I felt my arm swing back, but someone grabbed it. Turning my head, I saw Niall who shook his at me. Just then I heard a squeal to my left as another one of Holly’s friends ran up to greet the birthday girl. As they embraced, I suddenly felt the room close in on me, so I pushed through the crowd back to wherever Niall was keeping that good tasting concoction.

I don’t remember much else about that night except some girl whose name I’ve forgotten. Niall tells me I “played disciple”, following her wherever she went until she agreed to join me in a spare room. I’m not sure what I was doing, or how far I actually got with her, but apparently Holly walked in on us. She’s never told me what she saw, and I’m not sure if that’s more for her benefit or mine.

But yeah. Not my finest hour.

As the years went by, Holly and I remained friends, keeping in touch mostly through her private social media accounts, occasionally reaching out or getting together when our paths crossed. I heard of her new boyfriends, one I even met in person whom I considered to be a proper lad. Holly asked about my relationships as well, never sounding jealous or snarky, only supportive. I reckoned we’d both matured, particularly from my end. Eventually my romantic feelings for her evaporated to more of a warm, mutual understanding. Or at least that’s what I told myself.

This year, Holly decided to have her party at her place. She’d recently purchased her own place, her first “big girl flat” she called it, and was excited to show it off. She let me know that I needn’t plan anything, that she had it all under control.

Slamming the car door behind me, I looked up at her building, the windows and balcony trimmed in clear lights, a wreath decorating the center of the railing. I thought of all the previous Decembers I’d spent with Holly, celebrating her birthday, and suddenly felt a sense of loneliness. I hadn’t been dating anyone in what seemed like a long time as I tried to recall if she currently had a boyfriend.

The large, red, square box under my arm, I wiped my brow with the back of my other gloved hand, feeling the first fall of snow. Trudging up the steps, I rang the buzzer for Holly’s flat, an unmistakable smile twitching my lips when I heard her voice welcoming me in.

“Oh, I’ve missed you, my love,” she cooed softly into my ear as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I tried my best to keep my adolescent desires at bay as I innocently inhaled the scent of her perfume. “You need to come around more often.”

“And when’s the last time you came to see me, hmm?” I teased.

Her mouth in a straight line, Holly considered my comment. “You know, we can’t all afford to follow you around on tour for a year.”

“Have I been gone that long?”

“Longer,” Holly chided, taking my coat and setting my present on the credenza behind her, next to the other shiny wrapped gifts.

I chuckled. “Impossible. I saw you last birthday.”

“Fair enough. Just don’t make it a habit.”

“Too late, darling.”

I caught the gleam in Holly’s eye just before I felt a hand slap my shoulder, making me turn.

“Harry, lad! Wonderful to see you!”

“You as well, Richard, how are you?” I greeted Holly’s dad who guided me into the next room. My gaze searching for Holly, I caught her hanging my coat just before the doorbell rang again and Richard poured me a bourbon.

I sat in Holly’s living room, chatting with Richard and Megan, Holly’s mum, and few of Holly’s friends - some I’d known for years and some I’d just met. Holly, being the gracious hostess, greeted each person to arrive, so it was a while before she finally joined us. I noticed how she pushed her hair behind her right ear; I noticed how she sipped her cocktail; I noticed how she threw her head back laughing at something funny that was said. I noticed everything.

But more importantly, I noticed how no one had claimed the spot next to her, taking her hand or sliding their arm around her shoulder, chatting like she was their better half.

Holly was single. Just like me.

“Harry,” she suddenly addressed me as she rose from her chair with a smile, “let me show you the rest of the flat.”

Setting my glass on the table, I eagerly stood up. Then Holly surprised me by turning toward the other guests.

“You lot can sit tight and talk amongst yourselves for a bit, can’t you? I need some alone time with my old friend.”

“Of course, love!” Megan cheered, waving us away. “Take your time.”

With a smirk on my face and a thump in my chest, I began to follow Holly out of the room just in time to hear Richard’s remark that I was sure was not meant for me to hear.

“Old friend, my arse!” he quipped. “Girl’s been mad about him since-”

“Shhh!” Megan interrupted. “Quiet, Richard, they’ll hear you!”

“Harry, are you coming?” Holly’s voice called, making me realise I’d stopped just outside the doorway.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“I’ll show you the kitchen last because it’s closest to the den,” she explained. “And that way we can circle back around.”

“Alright,” I nodded sheepishly as she stopped at the end of the hall with a smile. However, instead of gesturing toward the room ahead of her, she pointed at the lovely french doors beside where we stood.

“This is probably my favourite part of this flat,” she said wistfully. “It was the selling point for me.”

I knew the doors must open to the balcony I’d seen outside when I’d arrived before she grabbed the handles and pushed them open. A gust of wind blew in, causing her hair to lift and flow behind her, like she was Elsa in Frozen.

“Sorry,” she muttered, “I know it’s horribly frigid out there. I just wanted you to see.”

“It’s very lovely,” I grinned, stepping up next to her.

“I can’t wait to have morning tea out here,” she added, grabbing my arm. “But I’m afraid that will have to wait until spring.”

In what felt like slow motion, Holly squeezed my arm against her chest, and I felt the warmth of her even through my jumper. I couldn’t help but smile as she pressed her nose to my shoulder before releasing her hold and pulling the doors shut.

“Brrrr,” she shook. “Perhaps that was a bad idea.”

I chuckled as I followed her to the open doorway to our left.

“Toilet,” she confirmed with a shrug. “Nothing fancy. And this is my bedroom.”

The room at the end of the hall was open to reveal a large bed, decorated in loads of blankets and massive amounts of pillows, all in shades of blue and grey. As I stepped into the room, the familiar scent that I only associated with Holly filled my nostrils. Everything felt very serene, as though I’d been there before, and I never wanted to leave.

“I tried to make it as calming as possible,” I heard her speak behind me. “Like my own personal sanctuary.”

“I reckon you succeeded,” I nodded. “It’s beautiful, Holly.”

“Thanks,” she beamed. “Okay, now for the kitchen.”

Holly surprised me again by holding out her hand, which I took gratefully. Passing by the french doors again, I noticed something I hadn’t before - a small sprig of a plant hanging just above the doors.

“Hey, is that…” I pointed.

I caught the pink in Holly’s cheeks before she giggled and nodded. “Mistletoe. I just thought it was cute, and kinda funny.”

“Alright then,” I smirked, recalling Richard’s previous hushed words.

“Mum and Dad may want to use it later,” she shrugged before turning the corner where I swore I heard her murmur, “or someone else.”

Pulling me into the kitchen, she stopped only to emphatically announce her pleasure in having more counter space than she’d ever had in her life. I smiled at her animated enthusiasm, happy for her that she finally owned her own place.

As she gestured to the exit to the left, I followed her back into the living room where a resounding game of charades was being played. I laughed as I watched Holly’s friend Gina try her best to mime the clue whilst Richard called out absurd answers.

“It might be time for Dad to put down the bourbon,” I heard Holly chuckle to my left just before Megan called out the correct answer and the room cheered.

“Ah, the birthday girl’s returned!” announced another of Holly’s friends. “I say it’s time to open the gifts!”

I felt Holly’s hand push the back of my arm, guiding me to the party. I took the chair I’d sat in earlier, across from Holly’s as I awaited the presents ritual. I was suddenly reminded of what I’d gotten her when Richard and Megan brought in the gifts collected on the credenza, setting them at Holly’s feet. My ridiculous red box sat in the back of the pile, like a caboose of confession.

I considered that she might take it lightly and even joke about it, the way she probably would have had she had a significant other. I supposed that was my own initial idea when I’d made the purchases and put it together. But now...after seeing her again, and all the feelings flooding back...I knew I’d been kidding myself.

Now everyone was going to watch her open it and see the awkward reaction she was bound to have. Good one, Styles.

One by one, I sat in silence and watched Holly open each gift, all earning oohs and ahs. When she finally reached for mine, I knew I was doomed.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said to the entire room, though her eyes were focused on me. “I saved this one for last.”

I could feel the stares without shifting my eyes. Licking my lips, I awaited the inevitable. When she tore off the wrapping and lifted the lid to the box, however, I got a different reaction from what I’d expected. Instead of looking confused and awkward, Holly laughed gleefully, throwing a hand over her mouth just as she snorted. Though I tried my best to laugh along with her, I was extremely perplexed.

“Oh my God,” she shrieked, lifting the bouquet of mistletoe. “That’s so funny, Harry! How did you know?”

Giving a light-hearted shrug, I muttered, “Just thought it was cute and funny.”

Gina, sat to Holly’s left, took the mistletoe from her hands and lifted it above Holly’s head. “Alright, who’s ready to kiss the birthday girl?”

Feeling a sudden wave of embarrassment, I was glad when Gina took it upon herself to give Holly a kiss on the check. And even more relieved when Marcus, her friend sat to her right pointed at the box.

“Looks like there’s more, Hol,” he said.

As Gina claimed the mistletoe, Holly reached inside the box for the second item - a monogrammed photo album I’d had made especially for her.

“Oh this is lovely!” she breathed, setting the box on the floor to balance the album in her lap. “Oh and look! There’s mistletoe and holly on it. How clever, H!”

When she opened it, I saw how wide her eyes got, realising what was inside.

“This...this is all you and me.”

“All of your birthdays,” I confirmed, “at least since I’ve known you. Except for the one that I ruined. And few other...fun moments.”

I heard a few awws and a “that’s so lovely, Harry” from Megan, but all I could focus on was Holly as she scanned each and every photo.

“How did you...find all these?” she asked. As she lifted her head, I noticed the wetness in her eyes.

I shrugged. “Most of them I already had. I’ve just been...collecting them.”

“I had no idea we’d taken so many pictures,” she sniffed. “Thank you, Harry, this is really special.”

“You’re welcome,” I nodded, relieved that she hadn’t thought more of it than a mere gesture of friendship.

Shutting the book, Holly reached forward for the box, noticing one more thing was inside.

“Oh, there’s more?” she asked with raised brows.

At the bottom of the box was another smaller box. When Holly lifted the lid, she gasped.

When Holly and I were fourteen, I’d given her a friendship bracelet. She’d worn it every single day for two years until one day she’d gotten it soiled. That birthday, I’d given her a new one. Though she’d argued with me that she didn’t want to replace the original, she was ultimately happy that I had.

That birthday that I’d ruined - the one where I nearly punched Eric and fooled around with some girl I don’t remember - my gift had been a silver charm bracelet. My idea had been to tell her that it was to officially replace that friendship bracelet, which I knew was long gone. But I hadn’t gotten the chance to see her open it because I’d been drunk and preoccupied.

I’d never seen Holly wearing that bracelet, either.

This year…

“Wow, Harry, I…” she began, more tears forming in her eyes as she lifted the gold braided bracelet in her hand, “I dunno what to say. This is...way more than you’ve ever given me.”

“That’s so gorgeous,” oohed Gina as she leant over to see Holly slip it onto her wrist.

“It’s to...replace that old one,” I explained.

“Which one?” Holly asked.

“The one that I never got to give you,” I admitted. “The one that is probably tainted because I was such an asshole that night and got wasted at your party.”

“Oh,” Holly mouthed. I could see the recognition in her face. She knew exactly what I was referring to.

“I regret that night, terribly, love,” I added, pressing a hand to my chest.

“Oh my God, what happened?” inquired Gina.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” muttered Holly, closing the box and returning it to the floor.

“I ruined her birthday,” I said before I even realised what I was doing. “Because I couldn’t just admit to her how I felt about her.”

Jaws dropped all around the room as Holly stared at me.

“Good on ya, mate!” I heard Richard say. “I always suspected!”

“Richard!” Megan scoffed in a loud whisper.

“Well, I did!”

The room seemed to fall away as I saw Holly rise from her chair and sprint down the hall. It wasn’t the reaction I’d expected, but it wasn’t a surprising one. Hastily, I followed her, wondering what the bloody hell I was going to say next. Hopefully I hadn’t just ruined a second birthday.

I found her stood next to the balcony doors, her hands on the knobs like she was debating whether or not to open them. I cleared my throat to let her know I was there, as I heard her whimper.

“Holly,” I managed to say, my mouth as dry as a desert. “Are you...okay?”

I saw her shoulders drop before she nodded. “I’m fine.”

Stepping closer, I could tell she was wiping her eyes.

“You don’t seem fine. I made a fool of myself and humiliated you in the process. I’m so sorry, Holly.”

“No, Harry,” she said. “I’m the fool.”

Turning to face me, she threw up her hands. “I had no idea.”

“That’s my fault,” I admitted. “I’m shit at communication. And I was afraid of rejection.”

“Since when?”

“Since...forever.”

With a tiny, quiet laugh, Holly shook her head. “Me too.”

“What?”

“Not only am I shit at communication, Harry,” she confessed, “but I suck at giving hints apparently.”

“No, I suck at taking them,” I giggled. “‘Cause I don’t recall any hints that you felt...any way about me.”

“See?” she threw up her hands again. “God, Harry, can you even imagine the feeling of being gutted when you’re crushing on your best friend and you walk in on him getting head from some other girl?”

Her words were like a knife right through my heart as I slowly closed my eyes and sighed. “I’m so very sorry, Hol.”

“The worst of it was that I had only invited Eric to the party to make you jealous.”

“What?” I asked again, my eyes popping open in disbelief.

“I was convinced you would never like me back the way I wanted you to. So because I knew you hated Eric, I reckoned you might take more notice if I got back together with him.”

“Holly, what the fuck?” I ran my hand down my face.

“I know,” she muttered. “Not my proudest moment.”

“Can we just erase that night out of our lives?” I suggested.

With a tight smile, Holly looked down at her new bracelet, tracing the plaits. “Maybe.”

“So, what do we do now?” I inquired.

“I don’t know that either,” she admitted. “This was rather sudden. To be honest, Harry, I’d thought I’d gotten over you. And then you-”

Her words were interrupted by my sudden kiss. Soft and tender, it was a quick kiss, though I could feel her sigh against me.

“What was that for?” she breathed.

With a smirk, I raised my brows and pointed at the ceiling. “Mistletoe.”

“Oh.”

“You were saying?”

“I…” she began, a dreamy look in her eyes, “don’t remember.”

I pulled her into my arms then and kissed her with purpose, doing my best to replace all the time that we’d lost. I knew it would take years to even get close, but I was willing to try.

I felt Holly’s hand slide down my arm and grab my hand before she pulled back. With swollen lips and a look in her eyes I’d ever seen before, she led me toward her bedroom, closing the door behind us.

With only a lamp lighting the room, I joined her on the bed, kicking off my shoes. We made out like teenagers - as though the years had not made any difference in how we felt or what we wanted. The only real difference was that I was no longer afraid to let it be known.

My head spinning and my heart pounding, I suddenly felt Holly press a hand against my chest.

“Harry? Let’s not make this a bad fanfiction, okay?”

I chuckled in disbelief. “What?”

“You know, the friends-to-lovers trope, where we finally have sex and at the end, we just assume everything ended splendidly like a fairy tale.”

“Well, love, I was kinda hoping it will,” I stated honestly.

Holly tilted her head, her soft hair falling against the pillow and her shoulder, her expression both innocent and seductive. I had to bite my lip.

“I think you know what I mean.”

“Okay,” I grinned. “So how should it end, then?”

“Well…,” she sighed, the vibration against my chest causing me to take a breath. “It seems rather silly to say we should take it slow given that…”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“But how about we ease into it? See what happens.” She ran her delicate hands up my biceps, her suggestion nearly being blanketed by her touch.

“That seems like a good idea,” I agreed as I leant forward and kissed her inviting lips again. She hummed low as I separated our kiss, taking a moment before opening her eyes. Then grasping at a curl near my ear, her eyes danced as she wrapped it around her finger.

“How does one tell her best friend that she loves him?” she suddenly asked.

A wide grin spreading across my face, I let my fingers trace the side of her beautiful face.

“I reckon you just did, my love.”

I kissed her deeply then, her fingers tangling tighter in my hair. Mistletoe or not, I knew in that moment that I could continue to kiss her forever, if she let me. When I felt her leg slide against my hip, however, and she gasped against my mouth, I knew we should return to our original vow.

“We should probably get back to the party,” I admitted.

“Hmm, yeah,” Holly nodded with a sigh. “Let’s do that before my dad calls out a search crew.”

I laughed against her neck, feeling her giggle rise from her throat. Giving it a few more pecks, I finally lifted my head to look at her pretty, glowing face.

“Happy Birthday, Holly.”

“Happy Christmas, Harry.”

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hiiii! Ive been looking for this fic I read a while back but cant remember the name. its kinda cute, not really a rewrite but a revisit of all dramione moments on the series. so basically its harry realizing hermione and draco were secretly seeing each other all along and have feelings for each other and how both he and ron never figured it out or noticed any spark between the two until this very moment when they are talking about something that makes harry think about their interactions, so he goes one by one, chronological order from the movies/books. I think they are still students and theres no war, no romantic grounds for ron and hermione, only platonical friendship and it has these sort of flashbacks/memories from scenes while harry is replaying it in his head but from a different perspective, always his pov. not sure if it was a short fic or one shot. please anyone knows this one?

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paradigmamesposts: Five Times Harry Potter Was Suspicious of Hermione Granger, and One Time He Didn't Have to Be by undercoverdrxco https://archiveofourown.org/works/46020676

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“absent” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 268 words

Sirius loves Hogsmeade weekends when the whole group gets together for lunch at the Three Broomsticks. He’s looking around the table at the smiling faces of all his friends when he realizes two faces are notably absent.

“Hey Marls. James walked down with you guys, right?” Sirius asks.

“He said he needed to stay back and work on new strategies for us to practice this week to use in the match next weekend.” Marlene explains.

Sirius furrows his eyebrows, but it does make sense. James is obsessive about Quidditch, and next weekend’s match is a big one.

“Oi! Crouch!” Sirius calls to the other end of the table. “Where’s Reggie?”

“Revising. He says he likes the library on Hogsmeade weekends because there’s nobody else there. Swot.” Barty says with an eye roll which Sirius returns.

Regulus hates noise and crowds when he studies so it makes sense that he would want to go to the library today.

Sirius shrugs it off and goes back to his lunch.

———

Sirius is sitting across from James at dinner when he notices a trail of love bites running down his neck.

“Prongs, are those hickeys?” Sirius gasps but before James can answer–

“Oi Reg!! Are those hickeys?!” They hear Barty yelling from across the hall.

James’ eyes go wide with fear and Sirius’ eyes narrow to a murderous glare.

“I err… I have to…” James stutters as he slowly stands up.

Once he’s on his feet, James sprints from the Great Hall with Sirius close behind him.

Just before the doors close, Sirius thinks he hears Regulus yell, “Please don’t kill him.” Which only makes Sirius run faster.

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𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦 : in a moment of loneliness and feeling misunderstood, theo finds out you also speak italian

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theodore nott didn’t enjoy crowds. he didn’t particularly enjoy loud gatherings, or the constant buzz of chatter that came with being around people all day. he preferred the quiet, a good book, an empty common room, a silent walk by the black lake. but somehow, he always ended up where people were, dragged along by his friends or because avoiding them would be too much effort.

tonight was no different. though the common room wasn’t packed, there were enough people to make it feel a little too alive. a few were studying and some others were caught up in conversation, it was too noisy for theo. his patience wore thin as he sat near the back, a book open in front of him, though he hadn’t read a single word.

across from him, you were sitting quietly with your own book. you weren’t much of a distraction, unlike the others, and that was part of why theo didn’t mind you being there. you didn’t force conversation, didn’t push for attention. you were just… there. it was calming, in a way.

but tonight the room felt too small and theo’s mood was slipping. the weight of things he didn’t say, things he didn’t know how to say, felt heavy. he let out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as he closed his book, his mind spinning.

"what’s bothering you?"

your voice was soft, not pushing, just curious. theo looked up, his gaze meeting yours. he hadn’t even realized you were watching him.

"nothing," he muttered, trying to keep the facade up, though the irritation in his voice gave him away. "just tired of… all this."

you raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "all this?"

he gestured vaguely at the room, at the people, the noise. "everything. it’s all pointless. no one really cares about anything important. they just talk to hear themselves."

there was a pause, and theo half-expected you to drop it, to go back to your book and leave him alone. but you didn’t.

"maybe they do," you said quietly, "but it’s hard to hear it sometimes."

he looked at you, a bit surprised. your words weren’t confrontational, but there was something in your tone that made him stop. "they don’t," he muttered, leaning back in his chair, feeling the frustration build again. "it’s all surface-level. no one actually understands."

there was a moment of silence, and then you said something that made him freeze. "io ti capisco." (i understand you.)

theo blinked, staring at you in disbelief. italian. you had spoken italian. he hadn’t expected that, not from you. not here.

"what—" he began, his voice quiet. "you speak italian?"

you gave a small nod, a soft proud smile playing on your lips. "yeah. my family’s italian. we spoke it at home growing up."

theo was silent for a moment, trying to process this new information. it felt strange, hearing those words from you—words that felt like they belonged in another world, a world far removed from the one he lived in at hogwarts.

"why didn’t you ever say anything?" he asked, his voice quieter now, less guarded.

you shrugged lightly, as if it were no big deal. "you never asked."

he couldn’t help but huff a small laugh at that, running a hand through his hair again. "yeah, i guess not."

there was something in the air now, something different between the two of you. it wasn’t just the fact that you spoke italian, it was the way you had said it, the way you looked at him now. like you really understood. and for the first time in a long time, theo felt like he didn’t have to explain himself.

"parli bene," (you speak well) he said after a moment, his voice soft as he switched to italian, testing the waters.

you answered with a small smile, in a light but sincere tone “anche tu” (so do you)

and that was it. the connection had been made, something unspoken but understood between you both. it was strange, how a few words in a shared language could shift everything. the tension in theo’s chest eased, the frustration slipping away as he realized that maybe, for once, someone actually got it. got him.

"i didn’t think anyone else here would understand," theo admitted, his voice almost a whisper. “i only ever spoke it with my mother,” he added hesitantly, staring down. “so, it’s been a long time.”

you looked at him, your expression soft, understanding. "you’re not as alone as you think, theo."

he swallowed, the weight of your words hitting him harder than he expected. he hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear that—needed to know that someone, anyone, saw him. really saw him.

"thanks," he added quietly, and for the first time in what felt like forever, it wasn’t laced with sarcasm or bitterness.

you smiled at him, that same gentle smile that made the world feel a little less heavy. "anytime."

and just like that, the noise of the common room faded into the background. the two of you went back to your own books and the weight of everything else, the pressure, the expectations, the loneliness all seemed a little more bearable for theo. because he wasn’t alone.

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