#you always gotta remember i write gray characters...no one is ever the straight hero or villain...you gotta put yourself in everyone's shoe

[fratboykate]

I don't want to say it but someone has to: Kate was leading Tom on pretty hard. I'm not excusing his shitty behavior because I'm never on a man's side but it's no surprise that he's all sorts of hung up on her and confused about where he stands. He should be mad and so should Yelena.

I've always said Kate carries a lot of the responsibility for the entire situation 🤷🏽‍♀️. Like yeah, "no means no", but also...Kate is kind of NOTORIOUSLY BAD at saying "no" to him. She beats around the bush more than she doesn't. She spent years playing this game of hot and cold...but like...she went hot enough that it was UNDERSTANDABLY confusing to him. She'll kick him out of the apartment no problem when she's done with him, but she's also blowing up his phone when she's horny (which is OFTEN) lol. Girl...buy a fucking rose vibrator off Amazon and leave that man alone haha

[phoebehalliwell]

how would you rank the seasons from least to most favourite?

alright okay right off the bat worst season season 7. for starters i think this season has no staying power i mean like since i’ve been running this blog 4 so long now my knowledge of charmed is encyclopedic and insanely vast more than like it ever need be but for the longest time. i could not remember season 7. like wtf even happened there?? evidently leo became human??? cole returned? the avatars??? like all of it was just. it’s not even necessarily forgettable it’s just i straight up could not remember it for the longest time. and i’ve said it before the concept of utopia was way to advanced for a show like charmed to tackle i am not watching charmed for moral philosophy i am watching bc i love these girls ♥ hee hee hoo hoo magic adventure ✨ tho if i am to offer a single comment on utopia: it’s awfully rich for a show to go on about destiny and fate and then take a stand against utopia in the name of free will. but w/e. i don’t like leo in the avatars i don’t like his dynamic with piper in this season i don’t like whatever phoebe’s doing this season there’s like leslie?? maybe there’s someone else? boring & flavorless they should have been setting up her endgame instead of puttering around. and kyle. zoo wee mama. could have been a great antihero. morally gray. duplicitous. self serving. but no. they gave him all those traits and called him hero/love interest. s7 left a lot to be desired out of the characters and their relationships also gave us phat L’s such as the charmed ones are werewolves don’t worry about it and feminism peaked with naked women. shout out to zankou: demon, dilf, dub & the noir episode.

you know what? fuck it i’ll say it second worse season 5 genuinely fuck season five. this is probably a Very Specific beef 2 me But. i hate what they did to the charmed universe. this was the season that marked the transition of charmed from supernatural drama to campy soap which like. i love camp! i do! but fr. fuck this season and what it did to the worldbuilding. the early season have Such A Vibe to them man with warlocks and witches and just a couple niche monsters from assorted lore that the show took and made their own. season five opens with mermaids goes directly into fairytales then gives us superheros whatever the fuck was going on in that mummy episode the sandman leprechauns and nymphs. and i hate it for that. it takes away from this urban fantasy things that go bump in the night what lurks in the shadows of the back alleys of san francisco in favor of the ugliest cinderella dress ever put to television and an onslaught of horrible irish accents for a full episode. other issues with season five: cole’s still here? why? they don’t know and neither will you! we’re not redeeming him! phoebe’s not getting back together with him! yes he died we just refuse to let him go! the cherry on top of course being a cole-centric 100th episode. shout out to. hmm. lemme think about what i actually liked about this season. i like jason dean as a love interest i don’t remember what he did in s5 but i know he was there. the season finale i’ve talked about how stupid & shitty it was but idc i still love that episode and then shout out to bacarra the only original villain this season that was a proper serve. the crone gets second place.

next on this come on we all saw it coming season 8. it’s a bad season! and i get bts there was a whole lot happening budget cuts missing actor etc. but it goes beyond that. it was a bad season. billie and christie were bad. and i’ve said this before but billie in herself is not an inherently bad character. she was just the literal worst for the show. she was a dollar store buffy blonde confident cocky skilled and ready 2 fight evil But. we are not following her like we followed buffy we are following her mentors. it’s like if we had a show called giles that aired for seven seasons And Then buffy showed up. billie was insanely irritating to watch from our perspective and in general wasn’t like. well written. attempts to humanize her / give her more depth often fell flat. and then christy. oh nelly. oh my god. barely a character. not well acted but hey it would have been a miracle if she was. negatives include dumain who was a mess omg bringing back the triad bringing back the source billie & christy obvi and also involving homeland security. which is season 7′s fault which is why it’s the worst. dubs on the other hand include both coop and henry i really liked them the shoehorned love interests weren’t great but i like their characters i though the way the got rid of leo to save on the budget was really creative and gave us a great piper episode and of course the sugary sweet finale i love it i do what can i say.

yet another controversial choice aptly coming in fourth is season 4. i respect what season 4 set out to do. i think it was a good idea. long form narratives, keeping a darker tone, focusing on character-driven drama and growth. too bad it fucking failed miserably at all of this. cole as the source and phoebe as the queen of hell was just so so botched. they had a very unique opportunity following the death of prue to explore these characters and what it means to them to be charmed, to be witches. they saved the world but the cost is insanely high. they’ve lost an older sister. they’ve gained a new sister. how do you even begin to cope with all this? episodes such as hell hath no fury and brain drain fuck so hard because they work with exactly that. had the whole season been like those episode season four would sit at number one with flying colors absolutely no competition. but alas. we can’t have nice things. the show got so bogged down with phoebe & cole, in a way that was just so, so messy. for starters, whether you loved cole or hated him before, we can all agree source!cole sucked. he was such a strong 180 from what we had seen that the show had to make the source some type of possession to justify half the shit they were trying to pull. and then to pit phoebe and paige against one another over a man was just. disgusting. and the ending of course felt rushed because it was! they wrapped up that entire issue in a nice little bow much faster than they reasonably should have been able to. it could have been a great season. it was definitely not. shout out to the seer an iconic mastermind on barbas levels, as previously stated brain drain and hell hath no fury Specific shout out to piper’s scene at prue’s grave shout out to paige as a character i like what they did with her and um. yeah that’s it.

okay we’re exiting the shit tier in favorite of the good tier welcome to the upper half. kicking us off is season 6. season 6 did what season 4 could not in that it gave us a long form plot that still left plenty of room for like. normal demon of the week episodes. i love phoebe early in this season with her faboo haircut her brand new empathy power and her relationship with jason dean. obvious strikes against for whatever the fuck that baby crazy stint was and also the mata hari episode. yikes. i love paige’s hair color in this season nothing paige as a character necessarily stands out to me however i like how they seem to have hit the blend of work-magic with paige where she wants a life and career outside of magic however she still loves the craft and embraces is with an open heart and mind. season six also gives us chris who was a very fun male lead imo we really didn’t have many like him he’s bitchy. he whines and bitches a lot he’s got an agenda he’s a bit secretive but at the end of the day he just wants a family i like him. i like the character growth we see out of piper i like seeing her try to move on from leo i love seeing her get back together with leo i like her dynamic with chris and her fears about motherhood. i also liked richard but that one takes a lot of justification. L’s are witchstock hyde school reunion used karma off the top of my head also the paige/richard/addiction plotline was so tone deaf. also the girls were mean to darryl : ( he deserved so much better. dubs were chris as a character, tbh the episode little monsters, phoebe with empathy specifically saying i love you too to jason i could write a dissertation on that line alone also the courtship of wyatt’s father and i thought the reveals of evil wyatt and chris being piper and leo’s son were both fun and interesting plot twists.

coming in third is actually season 2 a season i really do love it’s just. it lacks structure. imo there is a lot to love about season 2 morality bites and pardon my past are both delightful time travel episodes we get jack sheridan and bane jessup two of my personal favorite prue love interests we get p3 h2o and a great prue plotline regarding the death of patty we get the super cute cupid episode it’s a great. collection of episodes. it’s not a great season. there’s just imo not a strong enough thread connecting the stories together it’s mainly held together by having the same characters in it over and over again i really liked dan personally but like. i knew we were wasting time there. he was just an obstacle. a super cute loving and caring obstacle who’s great with kids but lbr piper and leo were always endgame. wasting our time on dan was stupid. i do love the sister dynamics in season two “gotta hand it to those pesky little demons they sure have brought us closer together” but again. this season could have benefitted from a rex and hannah type or even like a cole or zankou. this season is less of a season and more of just like a handful of episodes, and while there are some fat dubs, there are also some definite swings & misses. shout out to the time travel episodes the prue centric episodes phoebe’s character growth and maturity throughout this season (e.g. her going back to college) and i also think the fashion got a lot more fun this season.

second place i’m saying season one season one was a really strong start and gave us these really compelling characters with interesting relationships between one another But. a lot of it just kinda falls flat. and credit where credit is due it was a brand new show getting its feet under it but the fourth sister feats of clay which prue is it anyway they just simply aren’t dubs imo. also i don’t like that 70′s episode bc again i am an asshole concerned about The Lore i can’t believe one bitch ass warlock caused the Charmed Ones to grow up without powers. it just really bugs me. all in all the plots as a whole like aren’t great imo they’re nothing to write home about (save for from fear to eternity) it’s really the characters that make this season so goddamn good.

first place congratulations to the one the only season three. this is just because it kinda hits all my requirements in that it has some banger one offs (e.g. all halliwell’s eve, the good, the bad, and the cursed) it has an overarching plot at the exact same time as the source becomes more prominent and obvi cole is also there with murderous intent i like the character growth we see especially from prue i like piper and leo finally get married overall i really like the aesthetic of this season that blends a darker urban fantasy tone with still some charmed fashion and whimsy. strikes against tbh phoebe and cole’s relationship i am insanely picky with my enemies to lovers and the do not come remotely close to cutting the mustard in fact they are almost immediately disqualified however from afar i can see and respect The Drama. shout out to recasting victor prue with pistols death as a character and shannen directing episodes

[lunabeaner]

Am I Worthless or Worthwhile?

Characters: Dolly Kagami (si/oc), Shota Aizawa 

Song I got inspired with: https://youtu.be/pvzE4ZofxGw

Word count:  2033  sorry I got carried away dbhds

Notes: angst, fluff, tw: cat mentions, tw: cats/kittens, self shipping, probably part 1 *sweats*

Worth

adjective

sufficiently good, important, or interesting to justify a specified action; deserving to be treated or regarded in the way specified.

“What is it like?”

“To feel like you’re worthy.”

“To be appreciated by the people around you?

“To feel loved and wanted by people you’ve never met?”

“To be someone’s hero.”

Beep beep beep.

Beep beep beep.

… ...

Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep. Beep beep beep.

Oh. It was morning already? Of course the thoughts inside her head were always going… Even in her dreams. Dolly tapped the clock off before she stretched out her arms and legs before turning around sort of stretching her back and legs out like a cat before a tiny fluffy ball of fur hopped beside her, mewling. Her soft lavender eyes practically shining as she smiled, turning her attention to it.

“Hello baby!” She cheered, chuckling lowly as she picked up the small kitten causing it to let out a tiny squeak in reply. “Today’s another day, isn’t it?” She beamed as it stared back at her with its large curious green baby eyes. “Let’s defeat the worst of it!” She exclaimed as she hoisted herself out of bed, gently placing her feet onto the plush carpet. Before she knew it the sound of more tiny squeaking from many more areas filled the air.

As she placed the itty bitty orange kitten onto the ground, a group of 4 more equally small hand-sized kittens. She had just recently found these babies from the rubble of one of the results of a previous villain attack. She waited with them for a whole day and a half, but there mommy never returned. She felt awful for them, and brought them home to take care of them. She knew what it was like to lose someone who you relied on for many reasons.

When Dolly made her way to the kitchen the sound of tiny feet pitter pattered against the wooden floor followed by some slightly bigger tapping. “Good morning to you too, Lilly.” She said to her tortoiseshell cat as the slim cat rubbed against her legs. “I know it’s breakfast time, hold on,” She mumbled, scratching the top of her head, starting up the kittens milk formula on the stove, taking a striped orange tom cat off of the counter. “You guys are eating me out of house and home.” She stated, going up onto her tippy toes to open a cabinet to grab the cat food bin. If she left the food any lower the other cats would be slapping food cans around the house. She’d never get to go to sleep if that was the case!

After she opened up some salmon cat food from a can about 1 other adult cat appeared in the room. Good. Everyone was here! She scooped up the food into the cat dishes, pushing the cats out of the way from trying to eat the food before the other. Taking a deep breath she picked the bowls up, sprinting off to place them onto the floor as she was chased.

“Eat up everyone!” She exclaimed cheerfully before hearing her doorbell go off. Who could it be? What time was it even? She couldn’t even remember why her alarm clock was on..? Well, the buttons were on the top of the clock… A kitten probably hopped onto it and turned it on… She walked back into her room, searching for her phone. Where’d it go? She looked to the floor, staring at it on her bedside. Ah. It was knocked down… Maybe a kitten had done that. She bent over, picking it up before looking at the time. It appeared to be about 9:20. She let out a sigh. A bit early for the weekend… She shrugged it off, heading back to the kitchen to get the bottle formula finished up before the bell went off again.

“SHOOT! THAT’S RIGHT!” The brunette sputtered, running to go turn the stove down before calling out: “I’m sorry! I’m coming!” She rushed towards the door before swerving around a kitten, tripping and rolling towards the front door slamming against it. Dolly quickly sat up, gasping and turning towards them. “I’m sorry baby! I didn’t hurt you did I?” She turned to face the kitten as it happily hopped towards her, hopping onto her lap and into her hands. “I know you’re hungry sweetheart, but I’ve gotta get the door, ok? Yeah! I’ll get your breakfast aaaall ready and you and your brothers and sisters are going to enjoy the most delicious food you can get next to your mama’s! That’s right!” She nuzzled her nose against the tiny grey kitten’s nose as it mewed. “Oh you’re just the cutest! I love you so much! Yes I do! You’re so sweet and kind and-”

BRRRRRZZZZZT.

“AUGH! THE DOOR!” The scatterbrained young woman cried out immediately standing up, unlocking the door and swinging it open as she held the kitten close before closing it again to make sure the others didn’t trot their way out to the great unknown to be forever lost and possibly die from being on their own without someone to protect them.

Messy brown hair, wrinkly clothes, no glasses, one sock on her foot, no makeup… A kitten in her arms… This girl was an absolute mess, but could you blame someone who just woke up without expecting someone coming to her house?

Aizawa stood there at, looking back and forth. Had he even come to the right house? This was the right address. Right? He raised a paper up to his face, staring at it for a hot minute. Yup, this was the address he’d received. As he looked back up he noticed Dolly trying to make her great escape by reopening her door, not turning her back to him before her hand slipped back to her hip.

“Kagami?”

“Yes?”

Silence once again as the birds chirped gently.

“This is where you live, huh?” He looked up towards the sky as her top lip twitched as she laughed nervously. “Oh? Uh- yeah! I moved in recently because uh… Well, I got kicked out because I reached an animal limit…” She muttered, slightly shrinking back. “A-aaaanyway!Wh-what are you doing here?” She straightened her posture as she jolted when the kitten in her hand let out a loud meow. She’d forgotten it was in her hands! Goodness that was a startle!

“I was curious about where you lived and Mic opened his mouth and told me.”

“Ahaha, that’s so like him. But why’s it on paper?”

“I forgot so he ended up writing it instead.”

“Oh… Well, is that… Really just why you came all the way to my house?” Dolly asked hesitantly as his eyes wandered towards the kitten. Ah. He must have overheard her conversation with some of the students that she’d found kittens. “Th-that’s fine if it is! Come on in! I’ll make you some tea.” She opened the door a cat mad sprinting out her door. She let out an unholy screech as she handed the kitten into his hands and went to run after them. “Mikan, come back you big jerk!!” She yelled out as she ran down the street after her orange tom cat, calling out to him to come back as she ran a good block or too straight before leaping and grabbing him. After that she ran all the way back, panting heavily, wheezing as she shoved him back into the house as the cat trotted back into the house before sprinting into a room.

“S...S...So..Sorry…!” She wheezed before she swore she heard a chuckle out of him but when she looked back to him he was patting the gray kitten’s head. “Oh! Do you like him? His name’s Smokey!” She exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “I have 4 others in the h-”

Before she could finish she found him stolling straight into her house. “Where are they?” He asked. “Oh! Th-they’re… OH NO!” Dolly squeaked again, rushing into the house, closing the door behind her as she ran into the kitchen. “THE KITTEN FORMULA!!” She wept as she turned the stove off, stirring it. Thankfully it hadn’t burned, but all of the kittens were sitting by the oven waiting for the food to be ready. “T...Thank goodness…” She placed her hand onto her chest letting out a sigh. “It… It’s all ok!!” She cheered, giving them a thumbs up as they responded with happy meowing.

“Aizawa, do you mind helping me feed the babies?” She asked as he responded with a light nod. He definitely didn’t seem to mind, which, in fact, was fantastic. She went to cool off the formula as she went to go get the bottles.

Soon after it cooled and the babies were fed, Dolly turned her attention towards the raven haired male, smiling awkwardly. “Sorry I dragged you into helping me feed these kids.” She fumbled, blushing and averting her eyes. “And blinding you by my morning look..” She placed her hand on her forehead, laughing nervously before her head was greeted by a gentle pat on the head. “It’s fine, Kagami. I actually came here to ask you something.”

Eh? Really? Her face was basically a deep velvet as she tried to stuff her face into her t-shirt, not doing well. “Oh? W-what is it?” She wondered out loud, clearing her throat.

“Last week… When you got those kittens, I saw you.”

HE DID? HOW EMBARRASSING!!

“I returned to the site the day after the incident and I saw you picking them up, but you were crying.”

“O-oh! I just felt b-bad for them is all, I-”

“That’s not what it seemed like.”

H...Huh? J...Just exactly how close had he been to her if he knew what was up?

“I heard the things you said to them. Are you ok?”

“Don’t worry babies. I’m right here. I know what it feels like. But don’t you fear! I’m right here to make you feel like you’re worthwhile to this world. I won’t make you feel like I do, you hear me? I’ll be your mama.”

Had he really heard those words she said? All of it? Did he really hear those embarrassing words that slipped out of her mouth?

“I-I’m fine! I was just rambling is all! I’m totally ok. Really!” She raised her hands, waving them around before both were grabbed ahold of by his large hands. “Listen to me, Kagami.” He said, staring right into her eyes. “I’m here to talk to you if you ever need someone. Ok?” He placed his hand against her cheek before jolting when she squeaked. “Th-th-thank you!” She sputtered before standing up. “B-b-b-b-BUT I THINK YOU HAVE TO LEAVE!” She demanded, grabbing his hands to yank him up before she strived to push him away. “I have things to do today! I-I-I-I’ve got- uh! Chores! Uh, house things!”

“Your house is spotless despite all of the cat hair though.”

“I-I’ve got shopping to do!”

“When you opened your fridge it looked ok to me.”

WHY WAS HE CHECKING HER HOUSE OUT SO KEENLY! Couldn’t he get a clue that she was overwhelmed by his words and couldn’t deal with it?!

“Dolly.”

Her heart skipped a beat as her head turned upwards to look at him. “Would you get dressed? Let’s go.. To breakfast.” He insisted, his voice soft and calm causing her brain nearly to fry. “Is that ok? We can just talk about anything. I don’t mind if you don’t.”

She was quiet for a long time before she stopped trying to push him. “I… …” She stared at the cats for a moment before sitting up straight. “Give me 30 minutes and I’ll be ready.” She said, her eyes sparkling. A smirk appeared on his face. “That sounds more like you.”

IT WAS A DATE!!! Wait, was this a date?? But it was more of a sympathy thing though, wasn’t it?? Oh, maybe it was…

“Alright then. It’s a date. I’ll wait outside.”

With a poker face, Dolly froze up. “HE… HE... HE READ… HE READ MY MIND?!?!”

[iconicstyles]

Nanny Wanted Chap 2

Yay! Part 2 to Nanny Wanted. I have to say I’m surprised how well this has been received. Thank you so much for the love and I hope you enjoy this new part

Turns out hiring a nanny had been the best thing Harry had done in years. Not only did Grayson love having her around but Harry was able to start recording again. Over the years he had written songs for other artists, sure, but it was different writing his own music. All of his emotions were put into the songs, most of them came from his own personal experience. He had journals full of lyrics and he was ready to actually make the music he wanted to make.

Of course, his label was thrilled when he told them he was ready to record his first solo album. He went to work almost immediately. This was a good thing for his career but he soon realized it wasn’t the best with Grayson. Harry took him to school in the morning but by the time he got home late at night his son was already in bed. Every day he tried his best to get home at a decent hour but at the last minute something would come up making him stay. One night he got home right after bedtime. Bursting through the door he spotted Y/N sitting on the couch folding laundry. “I just missed it.” Harry frowned, dropping his bag with a soft thud on the floor.

Y/N nodded with a frown of her own on her face. “I’m sorry, Harry, I tried to space it out but he was so tired. He fell asleep after one story.”

“No, no, it’s my own fault. We were trying to get this song done and I just didn’t leave when I should’ve.” Falling backwards into a chair he sighed. “Some father I am.”

“Harry, don’t do that, you’re an amazing father. Grayson talks about you all the time, you’re his hero.”

“I just need to get my priorities straight.”

“To be fair, you’ve done that his entire life. I mean, you put your career on hold to be a stay at home dad. You’ve done all of this by yourself.”

The room fell silent. Harry watched on as she went about her business folding the rest of the laundry. He doesn’t remember telling her to wash his clothes but he saw a few of his shirts laying neatly on the back of the couch along with his son’s train pajamas. Before he knew it she was done and putting everything into a basket. “Hey, I have an idea, what if Grayson and I visited you at the studio tomorrow? He’s getting out of school early and I know he would love to see where his Daddy works.”

The sides of Harry’s mouth perked up into a smile. “Yeah, yeah, that sounds like a plan.”

“Awesome, it’ll be a great surprise for him I’m sure he’s missing you as much as you’re missing him.”

“Not with you here.”

“I may be his nanny but I’m not the one that raised him. You’ve done a good job with him. He’s such a sweet kid, I have to convince him to eat his veggies though.” She told him, gathering her bag to leave for the night.

“That’s a fight I’ve had with him since he was able to eat solid food.” He chuckled. “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Harry, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

After she left Harry went about his nighttime routine with a newfound happiness within him. He was excited for Grayson to see him work. Then thoughts of his son being backstage when he performed filled his head. He could imagine looking sidestage to see Grayson cheering his Daddy on with Y/N standing right beside him. Harry really did feel like she came into his life for a reason.

The next day Harry woke Grayson up as usual. He didn’t let on that anything was going to happen that afternoon. After dropping him off at preschool Harry headed straight to the studio. He had began working with a brand new band when he first started recording and in a matter of weeks they had become some of his best friends. They all liked the same kind of music, writing sessions came easy, and before he knew it they had five songs written and ready to record. The process was one he was used to but now it was his own music. “If I fuck this up it’s all on me.” He told his producer.

Hours passed but with each minute Harry was anxiously waiting for Y/N and Grayson to arrive. He had told everyone they were visiting which brought a newfound excitement. Harry constantly talked about his son. He would show pictures of Grayson on his phone, this whole album was for his child. He couldn’t wait for Grayson to hear some of his music. “Harry, I think they’re here.” He heard someone announce.

Excusing himself from the room he walked outside to be greeted by his mini-me running towards him. “Daddy!” Grayson exclaimed.

“Hey, buddy! How was school?” Harry asked, picking up the excited boy.

“Great, I drew you something.” He grinned, holding out the sheet of paper. “See, you’re singing! And there’s me with Grandma and Gemma and nanny Y/N.”

“Looks amazing, Bug, I think I’m going to put it on the fridge in our kitchen. That way when I’m here at the studio I can see it.”

“And think of me?”

“Exactly.” Harry smiled, leaning over to kiss Grayson’s cheek.

It was then Harry spotted Y/N walking towards them. “When I told him where we were going I don’t think a brick wall could have stopped him.” She laughed. “Did you show him your picture, Gray?”

“Yeah! He said he’s going to hang it on the fridge.”

“Come on, I’ll give you two the grand tour.” Harry said, placing Grayson on the ground to lead them back inside.

Grayson wasn’t too interested in the tour until Harry showed him all the instruments. In no time he was running towards the drums. Harry hung back watching as Grayson took in everything around him with a look of amazement on his face. Hearing footsteps coming up behind him he turned to see Y/N walking into the room. “This was a good idea, thank you.” He whispered.

“No problem at all, like I said I could tell he missed you just as much as you missed him.” She smiled. “Looks like he’s got a bit of music bug like his daddy.”

Harry glanced over at his drummer, Sarah, showing Grayson the drums. She had given him a pair of sticks to let him hit the snare a few times, encouraging a beat the four year old could follow. “He’s a natural!” Harry grinned.

“Daddy, which one is yours?” Grayson asked pointing to the guitars.

This gave Harry the perfect opportunity to start explaining everything to his son. He loved the way Grayson’s eyes would twinkle whenever someone would play an instrument. After a while though one of his producers said they needed to get some work done. “We just gotta finish up this one song then we’ll be done for the day.”

“Daddy can I listen?” Grayson questioned.

“Of course, come with me,” Harry directed Grayson and Y/N to where his producer sat behind a large window. “There’s a couch you two can sit on and watch the magic happen.”

Gently taking Grayson’s hand in hers Y/N leads him back to where Harry instructed. Harry watched on through the window, seeing Y/N sit on the couch and Grayson climb onto her lap to be able to watch his father. With wide eyes and a smile on his face he listened closely as Harry began singing. They had been working on a ballad, one that Harry had written when Grayson was born. He had been holding onto it for this long, he couldn’t bring himself to give it to another artist. It held so much emotion for him he couldn’t imagine anyone else singing it but him.

Like any other four year old listening to his father sing the same part over and over could only hold his attention for so long. Half an hour into the recording session Grayson was getting antsy. Luckily Y/N was prepared. Pulling out a drawing pad and crayons she instructed him to draw a new picture. “Let’s give your daddy a collection of pictures to keep with him here at the studio.” She told him.

It didn’t take much convincing. One of Grayson’s favorite things to do was draw. His teacher constantly told Harry how creative the boy was. “You have a artist on your hands.” Was always said.

“I hope so, I have one of the best decorated refrigerators in England.” Harry jokes which is the truth, whenever Grayson would bring him a new picture he would have to find a space for it on the fridge.

Y/N sat beside Grayson as he drew a new picture, giving him her opinion when he would ask for it. “I think blue is  fine hair color,” She smiled when Grayson was trying to decide what color to give the character in front of him.

“Not blue!” He giggled. “Daddy doesn’t have blue hair.”

Harry walked into the room to hear his son giggling, one of his favorite sounds in the world. “Well what’s going on in here?”

“Nanny Y/N said I should give you blue hair!” Grayson exclaimed.

“Did she? Now does she think I need to dye my hair blue or something? Is that it?”

Y/N laughed. “Hey, you never know, maybe Smurf would be a good look for you.”

“I don’t think I could ever pull off a color like that,” Harry chuckled. “You ready to go, Bug? It’s getting late and we still need to get you fed and in the bath before bedtime.”

Grayson grumbled but agreed, helping Y/N as she began to clean up his crayons. “We can finish your picture tomorrow, ok?” She asked earning a nod from the boy.

It was later than Harry originally planned. Instead of cooking dinner that night he decided pizza would be a good enough meal for the night. Grayson had no problem with that idea but frowned when Harry said he would need to eat his veggies the next day. “Would you like to stay for dinner?” Harry questioned Y/N?

“Oh, I don’t want to be a bother, I should probably head home.”

“Nonsense, you could never be a bother,” Harry said.

There was no point in arguing. They drove to a local pizza shop where Harry ordered their food to go. After picking up their pizza they head back home. By the time dinner was served Grayson was basically sleeping standing up. “Poor thing, knackered aren’t ya?” Harry whispered picking up his son from his car seat.

They were able to coax Grayson just enough to eat one piece of pizza before Harry was carrying him off to bed. When he came back into the living room he noticed Y/N cleaning up whatever had been thrown around the room that day, whether it be toys or clothes. “Oh, love, don’t worry about that.” He said.

“I don’t mind, I don’t want you waking up to a dirty house,” She shrugged, dropping the clothes into a spare laundry basket.

“Well at least come eat, looks like it’s up to us to finish this.” He chuckled pulling out a seat for her.

Y/N nodded. “Like I would ever give up the chance to eat pizza.”

After grabbing them both a water bottle from the fridge Harry joined her at the table. “So how are you liking the job? I’m not putting you out am I?”

“Of course not, it’s the best nanny job I’ve had.” She explained, wiping her mouth. “Grayson is the best, I can’t believe you done so well by yourself.” She wanted to slap herself as soon as the words left her mouth. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean it like that.”

Harry waved her off. “Don’t worry, I honestly can’t believe I’ve raised him by myself either. I had a lot of help but for the most part it’s just been me and him.”

Y/N has had a question in mind ever since she started the job. “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking but...what happened to Grayson’s mom?”

Harry should have expected this. She was around his son, she saw it was his just the two of them, of course she would want to know about Grayson’s mother. Taking a deep breath Harry processed his answer. “When Grayson was born his mother and I weren’t together. We weren’t going to try to be together, that had been clear for the both of us. After he was born he went home with her and I just kind of took whatever I could get. Then she just decided she wasn’t ready to be a mother.”

Y/N’s mouth opened in shock. “She just gave him up?”

Harry nodded. “I can’t believe it either. One night she calls me crying and saying she just couldn’t handle it. I wasn’t about to let her give up my son to some stranger so I got full custody. Technically she still has her parental rights because I never thought to have them terminated but we had an agreement. I take care of Grayson and she leaves to never come back. You probably think that’s heatless.”

He almost jumped when he felt her smaller hand rest on his forearm. “I don’t, any mother that can just walk away from a child like Grayson doesn’t deserve him.”

“Well you’re amazing with him. You would think you’ve raised your own children.”

“No, just my younger siblings. I was the oldest to three younger brothers. There were so many wrestling matches and near heart attacks with three boys in the house.”

“You miss them?”

Y/N’s smile faltered. “I do...one of my brothers, the youngest, passed away shortly after I moved here.”

Harry wanted to crawl underneath the table. “I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, you didn’t know. It’s ok, a drunk driver hit him one night when he was leaving work. The cops said it was quick, he didn’t suffer but...it was still my little brother. Nothing bad is supposed to happen when you’re that young.”

The room fell into an awkward silence. Harry wanted to comfort her but didn’t want to push his boundaries. Finally he just whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/N gave him a sad smile. “It’s ok, you gotta keep going. I just wished I was home when it happened. That was a phone call you could never prepare yourself for.”

Harry couldn’t imagine. He had an older sister, if anything were to ever happen to her he didn’t know what he would do. How his mother would go on. “How are your parents?”

“They’re ok, they have each other luckily. And my other brothers are close by. Aiden, we’re the closest in age, he and his wife just had their first baby. A little girl, she’s precious.” Y/N explained, pulling out her phone to show him a picture of her niece.

This was a side of her Harry loved to see. She had such a happy, carefree presence about her he would have never been able to guess she had been through such heartache. For the next half hour she told him stories about her hometown, showed him pictures of her family. Photos of herself in college attending football games, a group picture of her and all her brothers on Halloween when they all decided to be the Power Rangers. “Aiden and I argued for days about who was going to be the red ranger.” She laughed. “He won, obviously.”

“Well you make a great pink ranger.” He smiled.

“I think so too.” She giggled. It was then she noticed the time. “Shoot, I’m sorry, it’s almost nine o’clock, I need to go before I miss the last train.”

“Love, you don’t have to leave now. It’s late and you shouldn’t be at the train station by yourself.”

Y/N thought about it for a second before agreeing. “You’re right, I guess I can call Bradley.”

“Who’s Bradley?”

“Oh, my boyfriend,” She said not noticing Harry’s eyes widen slightly. “We live together, he’s probably wondering where I am.”

It had been the first time he had ever heard of her having a boyfriend. He was a little surprised. He listened on as she dialed a number on her phone. A nagging sour feeling settled in his stomach but he chose to ignore it. As much as he may have liked Y/N she was his nanny, nothing more. “He’s on his way, sorry to be here so late. You must be ready to get rid of me and get some sleep.” She said snapping Harry from his thoughts.

“No, not at all, I quite enjoy the company honestly.”

Y/N smiled at him again. “I enjoy your company too. I haven’t talked about...I haven’t talked about my brother in so long.”

“Well anytime you want to talk I’m here,” He said. “I know I’m your boss but that doesn’t mean we can’t talk.”

“I appreciate that, Harry.”

Harry stayed up with her until Bradley arrived to pick her up. He had to let him in the gate but then was a little irritated when her boyfriend didn’t offer to walk up to the door. Y/N didn’t seem to mind though. She just said goodbye and that she would be back bright and early the next day. After she was gone it was like the house lost a little bit of light. Even after Harry went to bed it was like something was missing. He tried his best to push those thoughts away. This was his son’s nanny after all.

The next morning Harry was awoken by Grayson jumping onto his bed. “Woah, bug, someone’s up early.” Harry yawned.

“That’s because it’s Halloween! I get to dress up for school!”

“Oh right, and what are you going to be? Hmm…” Tapping his finger on his chin he pretended to think. “Oh right, you’re going to be a tree aren’t you?”

“No, Daddy! I’m gonna be Spider-Man!” Grayson giggled.

Gathering his son into his arms Harry laughed. “Right, what was I thinking? You’ve had your costume picked out since June.”

“Come on, daddy, I want cereal!”

With that they were up for the day. Harry poured them both a bowl of Cheerios and listened to Grayson talk about their Halloween walk at school. “They’re gonna let us walk through the halls and get candy!”

“Really? Well don’t eat too much, we’re going trick or treating later tonight.”

“Will Nanny Y/N come?” He asked, clear excitement in his voice.

“I’ll ask her when she gets here, all right?”

Once he ate his breakfast Harry directed Grayson into the bathroom to brush his teeth and comb his hair. “About time for a haircut, bug.” He told his son as he tried his best to tame the curls much like his own.

“But I want to grow it long like your’s was.” Grayson frowned.

As much as Harry would love the idea of watching Grayson’s hair grow that long he knew his son wouldn’t have the patience for it. The boy had enough knots and tangles in his hair as it was, any longer would surely be a nightmare. When he finally got the boy’s hair under control they went to gather his stuff for school. “All right, Spider-Man, let’s get dressed.”

Grayson had been looking forward to Halloween for weeks. Ever since they bought the costume he had been pestering his father to let him wear it. “I won’t get it dirty! I promise!”

Now it was finally time for him to wear it. “Now no wearing your mask in class, all right? You still need to pay attention when teacher is talking, ok?”

“Yes, daddy.” Grayson muffled voice said through the mask.

“All right, grab your bucket, let’s get going.”

With a bounce in his step they walked out to Harry’s Range Rover. It was a short ride to school. When they got closer Harry smiled seeing all the other’s kid’s costumes. A bunch of Disney princesses, a lion, and then the occasional vampire and witch. “Have a good day, bug.” He told Grayson as an attendant came to help him out of the car.

“I will! Don’t forget to ask Nanny Y/N about trick or treating!”

“I won’t, love you.”

“Love you too!”

Harry stayed parked until his son was safely inside the school. After watching the door shut he drove off back towards home. Even though Harry was excited for Halloween he wasn’t looking forward to trick or treating. It was always stressful because of who he was. One reason Harry gave up his career was because he wanted his son to have a normal childhood. No photographers, no pictures of him in the magazines, he wanted Grayson to be a normal kid. Unfortunately there things out of his control. He remembered the first time he ever set foot outside with his newborn. The paparazzi were relentless in their efforts to get the first picture of his baby. When they finally got one the internet went crazy. Then somehow it got out that he was raising Grayson alone that caused even more rumors.

It bothered him. The fact that people knew who he his son was, where he went to school, it terrified him that something could happen out of his control. “I know you want to protect him but you can’t protect him from everything.” Anne had told him when some rag published pictures of Harry taking Grayson to school.

“It’s not fair, I asked for this life but he didn’t.” Harry mumbled.

“I know, love, but you can’t keep him hidden forever.”

Even though Harry wanted to homeschool Grayson after the paparazzi crashed the first day of school he knew he couldn’t do that. If he wanted his son to be a normal kid then the first step was a normal school. There still was the question if Harry started touring again just what would they do but they would cross that bridge when they got there.

When Harry got home Y/N hadn’t arrived yet giving Harry a little time to get his things sorted. He usually dressed up along with Grayson when they went trick or treating but he hadn’t thought of a costume yet. He wanted something that would somehow disguise him just in case they did run into photographers or fans. He must have hit a creative block because no costume ideas came to mind. After vetoing several ideas he heard the front door open. “Hello?” He heard a soft voice call.

Peaking around the corner he noticed Y/N walk through carrying a bigger bag, no doubt he own costume. “Hey, I didn’t expect you to still be here.” She smiled when she saw Harry.

“Decided to stay home today, they didn’t really need me at the studio.” He explained. “I’ve been trying to think of a costume for tonight.”

“Oh gosh, you waited til the last minute too? I got home last night thinking I ran out of time to find a good costume.”

“Well did you think of something? Maybe you can help me come up with something.”

“Honestly, I found a plaid shirt and decided I could be a scarecrow.” She laughed pulling out a shirt. “If you like I could do your makeup to make you look like a skeleton. Kind of generic but at least it’s something.”

“That will work, thank you, would you like some coffee?”

“I would love some, thank you.”

Grabbing two mugs from the cabinet Harry asked. “So was Bradley mad last night about having to get you?”

“No, not really, he had to get up early this morning but he didn’t say anything.”

Even though it was none of his business Harry found himself curious about her relationship. “So...how long have you two been together?”

“About a year, we were friends with the same people and kept running into each other. Then one day we kind of just hit it off. He works in construction.”

“Oh, that must be a good job.”

“It is, he’s gone a lot though. He travels all over.”

She didn’t really offer anything further about him so Harry dropped the subject. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much. It was just a nagging feeling of jealousy inside which he had no right to. If Y/N was happy then that was all that mattered.

After a cup of coffee Harry retreated into his office to listen to some demos his producer had sent over. He needed to approve of what all he liked and also narrow down which songs he wanted to record. Over the past four years he had written plenty of songs but he wouldn’t be able to put them all on an album. It was going to be a chore figuring out which ones would be good enough for his first solo album.

Around lunchtime Y/N crept inside with a tray of food for him. “I thought you may like some lunch.”

“Oh, sure, thank you.” He mumbled not looking up from his computer.

“Would you like me to pick up Grayson so you can continue working?”

That question brought Harry out of his trance. Checking the clock he groaned. “Shit, I didn’t even realize what time it was. I have to pick him up in an hour.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it. You just finish up here.”

“Ok, thank you, Y/N.”

“No problem, I should probably get going though, the traffic will be awful. I’ll see you when we get back.”

Nodding once Harry watched on as she left the room. It was times like this he was grateful to have a nanny. When he found himself focused on work he needed to stay concentrated to be able to finish it which was difficult with a four year old running around. It would be especially hard today because he knew his son would be on a sugar high. While he was finishing up the song he received an email from his manager. It was basically an overview of what they had planned for his album. It would start with his first single then radio interviews, his first live performances, and then a tour if Harry felt up for it. Just seeing the words sent panic through him. How was he going to explain this to Grayson? How would he be able to leave him for weeks on end? After reading that email Harry had to turn his computer off. He didn’t want to think about it anymore.

He decided to fix Grayson a snack to eat for when he got home. The boy would need something in his stomach other than candy before they headed out later that night. As he was looking through the fridge he heard his phone ring. “Hey mum,” He greeted.

“Hello, love, I was just calling asking if you would mind if I came along with you and Grayson trick or treating.”

“Of course not, I’m sure he would love that. You have a costume?”

“I’m sure I can find something. So how is this nanny doing? You haven’t said anything about her.”

“She’s great, she went to pick him up from school.”

“What’s her name again?”

“Y/N, she’s from America, she’s great with him. She does work around the house without me even telling her to.”

“Well sounds like she was a great hire. You seem quite taken with her.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Don’t even go there, mum.”

“What?! I didn’t say anything.”

“I know where you were headed with that sentence and don’t even think about it.”

Ever since Vanessa Harry had all but given up dating. He became a full time dad and didn’t have the time or energy for dating. “All right, all right, I won’t say anything. I’ll see you later, love.”

“Bye, mum.”

As soon as he hung up the phone he heard the door open. “Daddy!” Grayson cried running full speed into his father’s legs.

“Woah, hey, bud!” Harry exclaimed bending over to pick him up. “How was school?”

“It was great! Me and my friends were like the Avengers! Then we got a bunch of candy.”

Over his head Harry spotted Y/N carrying Grayson’s backpack and Halloween bag. “Yeah, you should see his loot.” She laughed holding up the bag.

“Well I have news, grandma is gonna go trick or treating with us tonight.” Harry told his overly excited son.

“Yay! And Nanny Y/N said she’s going too! It’s gonna be so much fun!” Grayson smiled.

“All right, you little candy monster, how about you sit down and eat your snack. We’ll be lucky if you lay down long enough to take a nap.” Harry chuckled placing his son at the table.

Grayson grumbled but obeyed his father. Sitting down at the table still wearing his costume he ate what was in front of him, even though it was fruit. “Daddy says bananas are the best fruit.” He told Y/N.

“Well I think I would agree with your father on that one, even though strawberries rank pretty high up there.” Y/N laughed.

“Still no match for the banana though.” Harry argued.

Even though it took some coaxing they were able to get Grayson down for a nap. “And then when you wake up it’ll be time for us to go trick or treating.” Harry had told him as he covered him up.

Harry stood close by to make sure Grayson was fully asleep before leaving the room. He spotted Y/N in the kitchen pouring Grayson’s candy bag into a Halloween bowl. “I found this at the store and thought you and Grayson may like it.” She smiled

“Yeah, I kind of failed when it came to Halloween decorations this year. We didn’t even have time to visit the pumpkin patch.”

“Well that just means you have to go big at Christmas.”

“I usually do, we get the biggest tree, Grayson puts all the ornaments on the bottom because that’s all he can reach,” He laughed. “I usually fix it after he goes to bed. Then we try to watch a Christmas movie a night.”

“I like that tradition.”

“Do you go home for Christmas?”

“I didn’t last year, I spent it with Bradley’s family in London. It was the first time I had met him, I was a nervous wreck.”

“Did you like them?” Harry asked.

“They were nice, they weren’t really into the holidays though. It just seemed like they were ready to get them over with.”

“Well that’s no fun.”

“No, especially when I’m so used to my family. My mom loved to decorate the house for Christmas. She collected Santa’s, our tree had so many Santa ornaments, Santa pictures she would put on the walls replacing our normal ones, our stockings had Santa’s on them. My brother, Colin would say it looked like Christmas threw up in our house.”

Harry laughed but he liked the sound of her holidays back home. It sounded like what he wished for his home. He liked to have a lot of decorations both on the inside and the outside. “That sounds pretty nice though.”

“Yeah, it was, they didn’t really decorate after Davis died but they’re slowly getting back into it.”

Harry noticed the sadness that flashed in her eyes but noticed how she tried to cover it up. He felt bad because it seemed like she tried her best to stay strong and not really process what had happened. “Well if you would like to go home for the holidays just tell me. You don’t need my permission but I would tell Grayson where you’re going.”

“Thank you, Harry, I believe we are this year since we spent Christmas with Bradley’s family last year.”

“Then I’ll be sure to give you a present before you leave.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to get me anything. You’ve already given me a job, that’s more than enough.”

“Well you’ve help more than you could imagine.” He smiled. “So you think you better do my makeup before he wakes up?”

“Yeah, we better, as soon as he’s up he’ll be ready to head out.”

With Harry sitting on a chair Y/N stood in between his knees to get close enough to his face. She started with the outline of a skull and began filling it in with white. Once the white paint was dry she went in with the black covering up any bits of skin that showed. The final step was drawing some lines over his lips. “You are absolutely spooky now.” She said stepping away to observe her work.

Handing him a mirror he was able to take a good look at his reflection. She had done a great job. “Nicely done, thanks.”

“No problem.” She beamed as the door opened.

“Hello,” Anne greeted, a witch’s hat on her head and wearing a long black dress. “I’m ready for some candy. Where is my little lovebug?”

“He’s taking a nap, he should be up any minute though.” Harry explained.

Like clockwork Grayson came bounding down the hallway. “Grandma!” He cried.

“Hello there, my love, how are you?” She asked picking him up. “You ready to go trick or treating?”

“Yeah!”

“Well just wait a few minutes, Y/N and I need to change.” Harry announced. “Plus I want pictures of all of us in our costumes.”

Harry went into his own room while Y/N headed to the bathroom. Harry ended up just wearing a black sweater and black jeans to go along with his black and white makeup. As he went back into the living room he noticed Anne helping Grayson put on his mask and shoes. “Ready, Daddy!”

“I see that, be still a second.” Harry instructed holding up his phone to snap a few pictures of Grayson and his grandma.

Five minutes later Y/N walked in wearing her plaid shirt and lines painted on her face giving her the illusion of stitches. “Ready.” She announced.

“Hang on, you get over there so I can take a picture of all of you.”

Several pictures later they were finally off. The good thing about Harry’s house was it was close enough to some upper scale neighborhoods. Every year the houses were decorated for Halloween, tables were set out for giving out candy, and no one cared about Harry’s status. For the most part he was able to walk around with Grayson without anyone bothering them.

When they arrived there were already children running from house to house gathering candy. There were even some teenagers out and about enjoying the evening. Harry parked down the street and then they were off. Holding Grayson’s hand they went to the first house with Y/N and Anne following close behind. “I don’t think we were properly introduced.” Anne sighed. “I’m Anne, Harry’s mother.”

Y/N held the older woman’s hand in her own giving it a small shake. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to finally meet you. Grayson talks about you and Gemma all the time.”

“Precious thing, he is. I’m glad you’re around now, I can see how much it’s helped Harry.”

“I’m glad to help.” Y/N smiled as Grayson ran up the steps to the first house.

An hour later they had covered pretty much the entire neighborhood. They were getting ready to leave when Harry noticed the first flash. “Shit.” He mumbled when a second one followed.

Gripping Grayson’s hand tighter Harry counted them. Around nine in total but he spotted more cars across the street coming to a park rather quickly. ���Y/N, take Grayson.” He instructed.

He heard his son whimper which angered Harry. Were these idiots really going to ruin a child’s Halloween just for some pictures? Y/N picked up Grayson without question and waited for Harry to say something. “Just stay behind me and mum, ok? Keep your head down until we get to the car, ok?”

Y/N nodded, running one of her hands over Grayson’s back trying her best to comfort him. Anne took her spot at Harry’s side hiding Y/N and Grayson as they began walking. The flashes increased almost blinding him as he pushed through the crowd. “Excuse me, please.” He told them, his voice harsher than usual.

They weren’t going to let them pass without getting a shot. The clicks continued even more. Some tried to take a picture from above. Harry held an arm out preventing them from getting closer to Y/N and Grayson. Turning his head he noticed Grayson had buried his face in Y/N’s neck and she was speaking to him in a soft voice only he could hear. It warmed his heart but he had to focus on getting them to the car safely. When they finally reached it he took his son from her arms so he could strap him in his seat. Even while he was strapping him in the flashes continued making Harry’s blood boil. Once Grayson was buckled in Harry almost slammed the door to prevent anything else. “Don’t you guys have anything better to do on Halloween?” He hissed.

Walking around to the driver’s side he cranked the car and sped off not caring if he ran any of the photographers over. Looking in the rearview mirror he watched as Y/N continued to talk to Grayson. She talked to him about anything she could to keep his mind off of what just happened. “Did you know I used to collect comic books? I’m sure I have plenty of Spider-Man in my collection.”

“Really? Could you show me?” Grayson asked.

“Of course, I’ll just have to find them.”

Harry glanced over and his mom who had also noticed the conversation going on in the backseat. She had a small smile on her face as she listened on. Harry was just happy his son didn’t appear to be in any distress. It had been the first time in a while paparazzi had caused that kind of scene. “We’re home.” He announced.

While Y/N changed Grayson into his pajamas Harry and Anne began to cook a quick dinner. “She sure is a good one.” Anne whispered.

“She is,” Harry agreed.

Anne wanted to say more but decided against it. Of course she wanted the best for her son and grandson and she believed they had found it in their new nanny. She would just have to wait and see what the future held.

Later on Anne left to head back home after they put Grayson to bed. Y/N stayed behind to help wash dishes while Harry dried. “Sorry about the way the night ended.” Harry apologized.

Y/N glanced at him. “Don’t worry, everything’s fine. I just can’t believe you’ve had to deal with that for this long.”

“Did they say anything to you?” If anything was said to her that Harry deemed out of line he was more than prepared to get in contact with his lawyer or anyone to get it taken care of. Go after him but leave her and his family out of it.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s over. I think I’m just ready to head home, take a nice hot bath, and get into bed.” She sighed as she let the water drain from the sink.

Harry agreed with that idea. “Thank you for coming out with us tonight. Even if it didn’t end like I wanted it to.”

“I had fun. I’ve always loved Halloween, I won’t let anyone ever ruin that.”

“I’m glad...so I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.” She grinned as she gathered her stuff.

It had been the first time she ever had to deal with parts of Harry being famous. It was terrifying but it also upset her that Harry had to deal with it. He was such a normal guy it was easy to forget just who he was. She just hoped she would be ready to deal with everything else that came along with knowing Harry Styles.