Alright… there’s gonna be a part 5. But, let’s do this! Part four of the ‘Confessions’ series!! Hope you guys like this one as much as you’ve liked the others. Let me know! It’s a touch happier … or is iiiiit?
Harry groaned as he awoke, the sunlight poured down on him and he felt a layer of sweat on his forehead from the light as well the body pressed into his. When he lifted his head, finding that it rested on the back of his couch instead of his pillow, he had a moment of confusion before he remembered. You being curled up in his arms, still fast asleep against his chest, also helped jog his memory.
It took him a moment to realize what had woken him but he quickly realized it was his phone buzzing in his pocket. He knew there was no way to pull it out and answer it without waking you so he let it continue until finally it stopped. Harry sighed, taking in a deep breath as he rest his head on top of yours, his cheek resting against your soft and sweet smelling hair.
He was just starting to drift off back into his nap when his phone began going off again. Apparently whoever was calling him really needed to have a chat. He opened his eyes and sighed, wondering how he could possibly do this. He didn’t want to wake you but it seemed whoever was ringing him wasn’t going to give up. He shifted a bit to the side until eventually he was able to slide out from under you, helping you lay back gently onto the couch, thankfully still fast asleep.
He didn’t even care about the phone call in that moment as he stared down at your slumbering and peaceful face. All he had seen the last while was pain and heartache but now it was all gone, just for a little bit at least. He couldn’t help as he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth, bringing a large and ringed hand up to brush a few hairs off of your face. The moment was then ruined by the phone once again going off. He knew he had no choice now but to take it.
When he left the living room, heading down the hall towards the kitchen, he pulled the phone out and felt his heart rate increase when he saw his mom’s name and face flashing across his screen. Why would she be calling him so many times? He hadn’t told her what was going on, he told his sister as he had gone to stay with her the night he had told you but she had sworn not to tell their mother.
“Mum?” He questioned, answering the phone finally, as he opens the back door in the kitchen and steps out onto the back porch. “Is everythin’ alrigh’?” He questions as he leans against the railing of the deck, running his fingers over the hard wood.
“You tell me, Harry.” Came her reply. No hello, no greeting, no asking how he was. Yeah, Harry knew in that moment that she had definitely found out.
“Did Gem tell you, then?” He mutters, hoping it was from his sister and not that the media had gotten wind of the situation. Even with both parties involved having signed an NDA, which he hated having to see your face as you had to agree not to talk about how he knocked up a girl, these things could still get out and he dreaded the moment that they did.
“She shouldn’ have had to, Harold, why haven’ you come to me abou’ all of this?” Harry sighed, hanging his head, unsure of how to answer. The truth was that he was afraid of his mothers disappointment. He felt he had made her so proud up until now and what a way to ruin that than with a situation like this. He had already broken the heart of one important girl in his life, he couldn’t handle doing it to another one just yet. “So it’s true then? You got a girl pregnant?”
“Yes, mum.” Harry mutters, running a hand through his hair before his fingers begin to play nervously with his bottom lip. “Well, I go soon to have a paternity tes’ done, bu’ as of now we are almos’ certain tha’ I am the fathe’,”
“And Y/N left you?” Harry hadn’t spoken to his sister since before he left for LA so of course she wouldn’t know that you had for some reason agreed to join him on this little adventure. “The one girl who could handle your lifestyle, put up with everything she’s had to, and you go and do this to her.” That was exactly what Harry hadn’t wanted said to him. He already knew all of this but to hear that disappointment, the disbelief, in his own mothers voice hurt almost as much as he imagined it would.
“She’s here in Los Angeles with me.” His mother was silent on the other end. “We broke up, yes, bu’ she knew…” He sighs. “I don’ deserve her to, bu’ she came to help me through this.” He hears his mothers answering sigh as she took this information in.
“Wha’ are you going to do, Harry?” Her voice was full of concern now. She had gotten out her reprimanding and now it was time to make sure her son was okay. No matter how upset with him she was, he was her son and she would support him through this.
“I don’ know, mum.” Harry had done so well at keeping the tears at bay but in that moment he broke again. The tears fell a few at a time down his stubble covered cheeks, his green eyes shining as he hung his head, resting it on his arm that was supporting his weight on the rail of the deck.
“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, picking up on the brokenness of her son on the other end of the phone.
“I can’ do this,” He turns and takes a few steps over to a deck chair, falling into it as he wipes at his wet cheeks and stares off across his green lawn before he closes his eyes, resting his head against he back of the chair. “Wha’ do I do, mum?” His voice was so quiet as he begged him mother to help him through this even though he knew that she couldn’t. No one could.
“We will take this one day at a time, love, okay?” She offers, her voice calm and reassuring. “I’ll fly out there as soon as I can.”
“No, mum, you don’t have to do tha’.” Though as soon as she had offered, Harry knew he needed her to. He needed that motherly hug, that parental guidance as he began to navigate his own way into potential parenthood.
“Too late, I’m lookin’ at flights now.” She argued and Harry knew it was a lost cause - not that he would fight hard for her not to come anyway. “You and Y/N need someone to help you through this.”
“Thank you.” Harry didn’t even have to say it as more than a whisper but Anne picked up on his gratitude fully anyway.
“How is she doing? Y/N?” As Harry thought back to you, fast asleep and peaceful inside, he had to bite at his lower lip to keep the tears from falling again but when he opened his mouth to speak nothing but a jumbled mess of words came out.
“She’s.. I.. i-i mean..” And then a small, quiet sob fell from his mouth and Anne sighed. “She’s never goin’ to forgive me, mum. I’ve lost her.” He squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he looks down at his feet, more tears leaking down his damp cheeks. He didn’t even try to wipe them away now. It would be pointless as his eyes were burning with fresh tears, surely not stopping any time soon.
“Harry, love, true love always finds a way.”
“Mum, this isn’t some romantic movie. This isn’t going to jus’ resolve itself and everyone is goin’ to be all happy in the end. I fucked up, cheated on the most importan’ person in my life, lied to her about i’ and only told her when I had to because I found ou’ I had gotten the girl I cheated with pregnant. Would you forgive Robin if he did tha’?” Anne was silent and Harry knew it was because she knew he was right. “No matter how much her and I love each other, this is i’. She won’ forgive me and I’m tryin’ to come to terms with tha’.” But with the tears still falling down his cheeks he knew he was no where near close, if he ever really would be.
Just then, Harry turns as the back door opens and out you step. You had woken moments before to find Harry gone but heard his voice outside and came to see where he had gone off to. You had heard what he’d just said and he watches you as you walk across the deck and comes to take a seat beside him.
“Your mum?” You ask, gesturing towards the phone. Harry gives a nod, simply watching you, trying to see if you were going to say anything more but you don’t so he looks away and sighs.
“I should probably go, bu’ le’ me know when you’ll be here and I’ll le’ you know about the paternity test.” He says to his mother who takes a deep breath on the other end of the line, still full of concern for her son but now that she had heard your voice on the other line knew he would talk no more about the situation.
“I will, Harry. I love you.” Harry couldn’t help but smile. Even so much as his mothers voice made him feel better, knowing that she still loved him after he fucked up like this helped a lot. He only wished he could hear those three words from the girl sitting beside him.
“Love you too, mum.”
“Give Y/N my love as well. Bye now, darling.” With that, his mother ends the call and Harry sighs as he puts the phone down on the seat behind him and looks over at you, finally wiping at his damp cheeks.
“Mum sends her love.” He mutters. You can’t help but smile, biting at your lower lip. “She’s comin’ out here. Gemma told her abou’ all of this and she said she wan’s to help up through this.”
“That is very sweet of her.” And not shocking at all. Anne had always been the best support system you and Harry had in your relationship. She would listen to you both, helped you through tough times and much to your benefit told Harry when he was being an idiot. “You hungry?” You eventually ask after it was silent between the two of you for a few moments.
“Always.” He answers, looking over at you as you smile a bit. He returns it, one corner of his mouth upturned in a genuine grin.
“Let’s go out to eat. Somewhere nice where we can just enjoy some good food, strong drinks and .. nice company.” You lean over, nudging him a bit with your shoulder.
“Sounds much bette’ than sittin’ here all nigh’ bein’ sad.” Harry responds and you agreed, which is why you had suggested it. There was only so much more silence you could take before it drove you more insane than you already felt.
“Hear anything about going to do the test?” You wonder later in the night after a nice meal at a restaurant the two of you had gone to many times on many dates in the past. It had exactly what you wanted, good food, good drinks and great privacy.
“He sen’ me an email while we were eatin’.” Harry responds, shrugging a bit as he drives back towards the house with you in the passenger seat beside him. “It’s tomorrow mornin’.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You questioned but thinking about it, you knew why. The two of you had been having such a lovely evening. He didn’t want to ruin it by talking about anymore of this baby stuff. The two of you had shared jokes, laughs, and stories. Even 4 years together you could always find stories to tell one another and Harry was happy to see that they could still do that. Maybe there was hope after all.
“Didn’ wanna bring it up.” He answered, focusing on the road before him. “You don’ have to go with me. It is gonna jus’ be quick, he said.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind.” You would prefer not to, of course, but you had come to support Harry so you would go if he needed you to.
“I’ll be alrigh’.” He smiles over at you and reaches over, resting his large hand on your leg for a second. When he goes to pull away, you grab for his fingers, tangling yours with his. You just needed to feel his skin on yours, those long fingers between yours, their warmth, the coolness of his rings. He looks over at you, a small crease between his brows but he gives you a smile, mimicking the one you were giving him.
“What do you they even do for this test? I mean.. what kind of test is it?” You had been wondering that ever since the lawyer had brought it up in the meeting earlier this morning. How did they go about testing if Harry’s DNA matched this baby’s when it was still in that woman’s stomach?
“He sent me a bi’ of information on it bu’ it seems like they jus’ take my blood and her’s. The baby’s DNA is in her blood now and so they can see test it if it matches mine.” He explains. “It’s all very scientific.” You give a small laugh but were stunned by this information. You had no idea paternity could be tested like that. It was a bit fascinating, actually.
“So you don’t want me to come hold your hand while they stick you with a needle.” You jokingly ask, pinching the back of his hand a bit. He laughs and shakes his head. He then has to release your hand as he needs two hands to pull into the driveway, pulling into the garage.
“I think I’ll manage just fine.” You give him a grin before sliding from the vehicle and the two of you head inside. “Oh, my mum jus’ sent me her fligh’ details.” He tells you as the two of you go to collapse on the couch and he pulls out his phone. “She ge’s here tomorrow nigh’.”
“Oh, good. It will be nice to have her here.” You sigh then, pulling your legs up to your chest and bite at your lip.
“You alrigh’?” Harry questions, tossing his phone down beside him and leans back against the couch, looking over at you. You look over at him, resting your cheek against your knees.
“I just feel tired, no matter how much I sleep. I feel like I just got done running a marathon. I could sleep for like a year.” Just to add on to your words, a yawn manages to escape your lips. Harry gives a small laugh, taking in how adorable you were. He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around you and cuddle you.
“You can go take another nap. Don’ le’ me stop you.” He gestures towards the hallway but you smile and shake your head, uncurling your legs and you let out a sigh. The room fell silent then, neither of you saying anything, just staring at the wall in front of you both.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought about how close he was to you, and for some reason in that moment you felt the urge to kiss him. You missed the feel of his lips on yours, the way his body surrounded you, the feel of his touch - gentle and warm. It had been so hard to be so close to him the last few days, no matter how mad at him, or how hurt and heartbroken you were, there had always been that draw towards the man beside you and it was back in full force in that moment.
“Hey, Harry?” You end up saying, not looking over at him, continuing to keep your eyes fixed on the wall but you see out of the corner of your eye as he looks over at you.
“Yes, love?” He questions, curious at what you were about to say. He was picking up slightly on your anxiousness and wondered what it all of a sudden could be about when things had been fine just a second beforehand. But you didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t get any words out though. So, you decide to shut off your brain from thinking logically, you instead just gave in to the feelings coursing through you and ignored the way your head was screaming at you.
You instead listened to your heart in that moment, the part of your heart that adored the man beside you, that was completely in love with him and leaned over quickly, not giving yourself enough time to back out and pressed your lips to his.
He gasps a bit against your lips but quickly kisses you back, his fingers coming up to tangle in your hair. You rest a hand on his cheek, the other on his chest as you lean into his chest. He turns towards you a bit more, bringing his other hand up to your waist, pulling you a bit closer. The feel of his lips on yours, the pressure they left on you, the buzzing in your chest, you felt alive for the first time in weeks and for once weren’t thinking about the entire situation. In that moment the baby didn’t matter, the cheating didn’t matter. You loved this man, you didn’t forgive him, but both of you were so emotionally unstable right now, you needed this.
You soon pull away from him, both of you breathing deeply. Harry was feeling this pang in his chest, butterflies in his stomach, even. He was feeling the best he had in so long, he missed your touch, your kiss, so badly and here they were again, back on his. He didn’t know what that meant but as he pulled you back in for another kiss, he just didn’t care. This could be your last kiss ever and he would be okay with how perfect it was. Nothing ever gave him that happiness, that soaring feeling, that sense of completeness like your kiss.
“I love you.” You pull back and whisper, looking into those green eyes of his that you loved so much. You just had to say it, even if it was just for one last time.
“I love you, too, sweetheart.” Harry gave you a small smile. He knew this most likely didn’t mean the two of you were okay again, he knew you were far from that, but he wasn’t going to complain about your sudden affection towards him. He would take this over crying and arguing any day. You give him one last smile before pulling back completely.
“I’m going to go take a bath and then probably get in bed, maybe read a little and call it an early night.” You tell him, pushing your fingers through your hair.
“Want some company?” Harry offers, completely joking though would of course do it if you were up for it but you laugh and smack playfully at his chest. “Goodnight, love.” He reaches over, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.
“Good luck tomorrow morning, don’t let them hurt you too much with that needle.” You say as you stand up, making your way across the room.
“I’ll try.” You both exchange grins before you leave the room. That night, later, as you lay awake all you kept thinking about was the feel of his lips on yours once more. And for the first time in weeks, none of all this mess mattered and you finally were able to fall asleep with a smile on your face.
beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just
can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that
brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off
the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.
Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him
closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but
after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be
someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was
something I wish everyone had in his life.
Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was
pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed maleagain
last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry
is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media
bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.
that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute
number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything
to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find
someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with
lies and misinterpretations.
actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I
try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door,
giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one
hand, I couldn’t decline.
you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his
pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the
rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to
the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.
lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that
wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the
way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to
I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel
Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment
and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry
huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights
disappearing as quickly as they appear.
of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success
you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single,
the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be
exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially
finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter
another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so
that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I
see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking
about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate
conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which
were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t
I mention that?”
you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a
little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my
shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus
back on the popping flashing of light.
really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving
it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my
heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love
for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the
anxiety coursing through my body.
great that you know what you want.”
know what you want?”
I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her
than just a really good friend.”
that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how
amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most
horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once
showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure
whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.”
I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky,
trying to follow every firework going off.
know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel
myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his
song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings
as simply as possible.
great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I
don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to
stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with
his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.
saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves
bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his
could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins
right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at
his statement – or question.
agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops
me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a
low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I
suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.
to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is
happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his
lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss
him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short
distance and press my lips firmly against his.
large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into
tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks
up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my
away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips
press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few
fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.
This is the conclusion to the series! I hope you all have enjoyed it and that this lives up to your expectations. Thanks for all of the love and support I have received for this imagine. Means the world to me.
“How long does it take to get the results of this test?” You wonder out loud to Harry later that evening. The two of you were headed for LAX, going to pick up Anne, whose flight was to be landing at any minute. Harry had gone early that morning and gotten his blood drawn, as did the mother. Harry told you the two of them didn’t see or speak to each other though, which was good.
“They said a couple of days but would rush it because of the circumstances.” Harry explains, keeping his eyes forward and both hands tight on the steering wheel.
“You mean because of who you are.” You clarified for him. “If you aren’t the father, they’ll want to know as soon as possible so they can make sure no one starts rumors you’re having a child, and if they do they have proof that you aren’t.”
“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ this? ’m nervous, ’m scared, I don’ need you over here sayin’ stuff like tha’ to make me feel worse.” This was the first time he had snapped at you in awhile, especially since all of this had happened. It showed you just how much this was taking a toll on him.
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, reaching over to rest your hand on his bicep. “I was just thinking out loud, I guess.” You tell him, removing your hand. He sighs, instantly regretting the tone of voice he had taken with you. He glances over at you but you weren’t looking at him and instead were focused on the buildings and cars flying past outside your window.
Harry had felt a sense of hope last night and this morning that things would be okay with the two of you. You had kissed him, you had said you loved him, you’d laughed and joked with him this morning when he got home from the doctors office. Things felt normal and okay again. And he knew the results of the paternity test would most likely determine if you would return back to London as his girlfriend or his ex to never see him again.
He wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this anymore. Of course, he didn’t particularly want this baby, but if it was his he knew he would love it completely and raise him or her to the best of his ability, even if that meant he would lose you. He would be a parent and he would have to do what he had to for his child. For the fear of losing you alone was the only reason he was praying the baby turned out not to be his. He hadn’t let himself feel that emotional connection yet. He hadn’t seen an ultrasound, he hadn’t heard a heartbeat, right now it was an abstract idea, a phantom consuming his thoughts until all of this was resolved.
“Hey,” Harry breaks from his thoughts and looks over at you for a second, seeing that you were looking at him with concern riddled across that beautiful face. You reach over, resting a hand on his leg. “You alright?”
“Jus’ thinkin’.” Harry answers, turning back to the road. They were almost at the airport. He couldn’t wait to see his mother. He needed the comfort of his mothers arms around him as he figured this all out. You were also excited to see her. Anne had always been such a comfort to you and it was going to be nice to have her around to help.
“What about?” You wonder, your hand still resting on his leg. You see him bite at his lower lip, clearly unsure if he wanted to tell you what was on his mind or not. “You don’t have to tell me.” You assure him but he shakes his head.
“’m jus’ thinkin’ abou’ how I’ll feel if the baby isn’ mine and how I’ll feel if it is mine.” He explains quietly, giving a small shrug of his muscular shoulders. “I don’ feel a connection yet and I know the only way there would be chance of you forgiving me would be if I wasn’ the father so I prefer tha’ instead of a child with someone else righ’ now.”
“Whether you’re the father or not, you still cheated and then lied to me, Harry. I’m not going to just forgive you because you might not be the father.” Though admittedly, you would be more so open to resolving all of this if he wasn’t going to be tied down to a child.
“Yeah, bu’ if ‘m no’ then I have more time to spend on gettin’ you back.” He grins over at you then and takes your hand from his leg to bring the back of your hand up to his lips. He glances over at you as his soft lips kiss your skin before he puts your hand back on his leg and focuses back on the road. You’re heart raced at his touch, your mind going a mile a minute.
You didn’t speak for the remainder of the trip, which was thankfully not much, but you did keep your hand on his leg. Once you saw Anne and you both got out of the car, heading to greet her, she pulled you both into a hug one at a time, holding you both close against her as you hug her just as tightly back.
“Oh, Harry,” She comments, resting a hand on her son’s cheek as she looks into his tired and clearly stressed face but he gives her a smile, not wanting to upset her more than he already had. He hugs her again before he takes her bags and heads to put them in the back of his car while the two of you hug again.
The drive home was thankfully not awkward. Baby talk didn’t happen, instead Anne shared stories of what was going on at home, what her and Robin had been up to, as well as Harry’s sister Gemma. It was nice to talk about something other than the baby and cheating and just pretend that everything was okay again.
“So, am I taking the guest room or is it pre-occupied?” Anne questioned when Harry was close to pulling into the driveway. That’s when you glance over at Harry, realizing the two of you clearly hadn’t thought about that. You’d been sleeping in the guest room still while he was in your old bedroom. Now with Anne needing the guest room where would you go.
“I’ll just… I’ll take the couch. It will only be for a few days anyway.” You answer, giving a shrug. The couch was plenty big enough and decently comfortable so it shouldn’t be too bad.
“I’ll take the couch.” Harry argues. “Or, you could stay with me. We have a huge bed, or well… I have a huge bed.. we won’ have to sleep close together or anythin’.” You bite your lip but decide he was right. You wouldn’t have to be close to him as the bed was in fact huge with plenty of space but you had to admit it would still be a little bit weird and hard to be so close in a bed that the two of you had once been intimate in but it would have to do for the next few days until all of this was finished and you returned home.
It was so nice to have Anne there. She helped fill that awkward silence that sometimes fell between you and Harry. She also made it easy to not talk about the current situation, the two of you were escaping all of it finally and it felt so nice to have laughs and comfort instead of arguing and tears.
“Jus’ kick me if I ge’ too close.” Harry comments to you after the two of you had gotten ready for bed. You were pulling all the extra pillows off the bed that Harry had always been annoyed by. He always claimed that you didn’t need more than what you used to sleep so why overload the bed with smaller decorative ones? You said it made the room complete and they were staying, so he put up with it but you had to admit, the task of taking them off every night did get kind of annoying, as did having to put them all back on in the morning. “You know I like a cuddle.”
“And you know I have no problem kicking you.” You respond with an innocent smile to which his response was to grab a pillow and toss it at you. You laugh as it bounces off your arm that you held up to shield yourself. “You can kick me if I get too close too. Not that I will but ya know, just in case.”
“Yeah, I will.” He smirks at you as the two of you pull back the blankets and slide into bed. You sigh as you collapse back into the pillows, pulling the thick blanket up to your chin as you sink into the mattress. You had missed this comfortable bed.
Surprisingly, the two of you did keep your distance from one another throughout the night. He stayed on his side, and you on yours. He woke before you and couldn’t help but smile over at your sleeping form, needing to resist the urge to pull you close against him like he used to. He knew you wouldn’t like that though so instead he just leaned in, pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, careful not to wake up, before sliding out of bed.
“Mornin’, sunshine.” He greeted you when you entered the kitchen a little while later. He lifts his forkful of eggs in a greeting before sliding the plate over to you when you sit beside him. “Eggs?” He asks, his mouth full. You laugh and shove him with your elbow before grabbing his fork.
“You’re disgusting.” You comment before shoving your own forkful of eggs into your mouth. You realize then that maybe sharing a plate of breakfast wasn’t a normal and just friends kind of thing to do but it’s what the two of you had done for so long, it happened so naturally just as holding hands after the meeting with the lawyers had been. You push the thoughts from your head though as Anne walks into the room, freshly showered and grinning at her son and you, happy to see that things were clearly getting better with the two of you.
“Morning everyone!” She greets, going about making herself a cup of coffee. Harry watched you through the rest of breakfast, the two of you passing the fork back and forth until the eggs were gone. He kept thinking about how nice all of this had been and how easily it could go back to this but that damn test was looming over everything. It could ruin all of this but then he kept thinking how he already had ruined all of this but these moments gave him hope that just maybe it wasn’t over, that you and him still had a chance as a couple.
It had now been three days since he took the paternity test and still hadn’t gotten an answer but everyday he woke up with his hands shaking, a nervous sweat building on his skin as he thought about how today could be the day. This morning you had picked up on it as you awoke and knew instantly what he was thinking, so against your better judgement you pulled him close and allowed him to curl against you and cry.
“I don’ know what I’m goin’ to do.” He cried into your neck, holding you tight against him. “I can’ be the father, I can’t.”
“We’ll get through this, Harry,” You realized as you said it how that sounded and Harry clearly did too as he gave a small hiccup and lifted his head to frown down at you. “I mean… I.. we’ll get through finding out the results. I… we’ll figure out the rest when we get there.” You were so confused as to how you were feeling lately, about him, about the cheating, about the baby.
You loved Harry, you loved him so much, and he had been showing you how much he loved you these last few days. He was being caring, affectionate as best he could without letting it go too far and make you uncomfortable, he was being his old self and you had missed that. You missed Harry, and you missed being in a relationship with him. Maybe forgiving him wouldn’t be such a bad thing. He had been your life for so long, you could perhaps try at least.
It was later that afternoon, the two of you and Anne had been watching a movie when Harry’s phone rang. You looked over at him beside you and saw that his face had grown pale. You glance down at his phone and see it was his lawyer calling him. The results were in.
“Answer it, Harry.” You hiss at him, elbowing him. He looks over at you, his eyes wide and a crease formed between his brows. “I can do it.” You reach for the phone but he seems to snap out of it and stands up, accepting the call.
He walks across the room, his back to both of you as he talks low, his voice quiet. You and Anne look over at each other and she reaches over to take your hand as she picks up on the way your heart rate had increases and your breathing had become shallow as you focused on Harry, trying to hear what was happening but you couldn’t hear him.
And then the phone fell from his hand as he ended the call and your heart sank. That gave you the answer of what the news he had just received was and you felt your heart shattering all over again. Harry was to be a father, you just knew it.
“Harry?” Anne questions after a few moments of silence, Harry still with his back to the two of you. “What did he say?” But Harry still didn’t answer.
“Harry? Talk to us, please.” You stand then, releasing Anne to walk towards him. “Please.” Maybe it was the fact that you had come closer, or maybe it was just the fact that you had a quiet plea to your voice and he sensed you were close to tears, but he finally turned. His face was dry but his eyes were wide and he had an emotion hidden in his eyes that you couldn’t quite pick up on. “What did he say?”
“It’s…” He takes a deep breath and then to your astonishment, he began to smile. “It’s not mine.” His breath was just a whisper but you heard it loud and clear. “They said there wasn’ a match at all and there’s no way it’s mine.” Your head was buzzing, unable to form a coherent thought as you look up into those green eyes.
“Oh, Harry,” You both turn as Anne stands and rushes over to hug him tightly but you still just stood there. “I’ll… I’ll give you two some time to talk this through.” She kisses Harry’s cheek, then yours after giving you a quick hug, and leaves the room. Harry turns to you, silently questioning your thoughts.
“It’s over, love, it’s all over. We don’ have to worry abou’ this anymore.” All he wanted to hear now after hearing those amazing words was to hear you say you still loved him and were willing to give him another chance. “Okay, look,” He steps forward and takes your hands in his, gripping at you tightly. You look up into his eyes, still wanting your thoughts to straighten themselves out but your head was still buzzing so instead you allowed him to talk. “I know I still messed up, I cheated, and tha’ will forever be my bigges’ regret bu’ if you le’ me, I will spend the rest of my life tryin’ to make up for this. I love you, I love you so much, Y/N. Please… give me jus’ one more chance, tha’s all ‘m askin for.”
“Harry,” You whisper, releasing one of his hands to instead bring your hand up to rest on his slightly stubble covered cheek. He hadn’t shaved that morning but you liked the feel of it under your fingertips. “It’s going to take a lot for me to fully forgive you.” He sighs, closing his eyes as he willed the tears not to come. He knew this was it. He had made it to the other side of this whole pregnancy ordeal so now you were going to say since he didn’t need you anymore you were going to leave. “But I’m willing to try.” His eyes pop open and he sees you giving him a soft smile.
“Really?” He whispers, unable to believe that you were willing to give him another chance, and give him another shot at being a better boyfriend this time. You still wanted him, you still wanted to be with him, and he was stunned that somehow, after all this shit you were willing to try again. He didn’t deserve you, he really didn’t.
“I love you so much, Harry,” You say. “And even after all of this, through all of this, if I can still love you, then just maybe we really can make this work.”
“Oh my god.” He whispers it like a prayer and then pulls you into his arms, his face burying in your neck as he holds you close. Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, both of you with grins you couldn’t control. “I love you, I love you so much.” He pulls back to say and then his lips were on yours. “I don’ deserve you-”
“Just shut up and kiss me again, Harry. I’m done talking.” You cut him off, a grin on your face. His face broke out into his adorable boyish grin that you had missed so much. You tangle your fingers in his hair as his lips join with yours again.
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“Hey, hey! OW!” Harry grinned as sang, swiftly moving away from the microphone. He began to strut around on stage during the instrumental part of Only Angel.
Harry jumped past all his adoring fans in the front row, blowing kisses and waving happily at them while his band rocked out to the ending of the song. He made goofy faces and pointed to cute signs in the crowd as well. It was only the first song, but so far the energy in the arena was great and he was pumped up for the rest of the show.
At first, before the show, Harry was a little hesitant about it because he hadn’t gotten his usual pre-show phone call from his wife and three year old daughter, Violet.
Harry figured they were probably busy, seeing as it was midday back at home in London. It was tough being so far from home and not having his two girls by his side, and it really took a toll on him.
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** This indicates smut
“Come Here”**: You throw a drink in Harry’s face and suffer the consequences later.
Unsettled Dispute**: Part 2 of Just a Taste, where you drive Harry and Niall over the edge and suffer the consequences.
Just a Taste**: You go partying with Harry and Niall, and Niall wants a taste of what Harry has.
Winter Things: Harry just finished the European leg of his tour and its time to do some winter things with his favorite girl before he has to go away again.
Little Black Box: Harry leaves you a little gift for when you miss him while he’s on tour.
Old Flame New Game (Part 1): You & Luke broke up in high school because you wanted to go to college but he wanted to run away. Years later you two meet again when you become his new assistant, and Old Flame is rekindled.
Squirting With Harry** : Harry trying and succeeding in making you squirt and how he reacts and all that.
always meet me in the hallway. Whether it was four AM, three in the afternoon
or so early she had almost had to leave for work, she was waiting for me to
come home. For a kiss placed upon her lips, her arms snaking around my waist
one of the things I always looked forward to. Gradually, she didn’t wait for me
anymore. I don’t know what caused her to be so heartbroken that she’d just laid
on the sofa, eyes trained on the television as I passed her.
where it started. Rumours. I’m not one to go around and lie that I didn’t do
anything wrong, because I’m not perfect – but whatever magazines were
slandering about, I knew that wasn’t
true. I’d never do anything that would do Y/n any wrong. But I think, and somehow,
I hope I’m wrong, that it had gotten through her head. Everything she heard –
from so many people – pictures that were ripped out of their context – I just
couldn’t blame her. We never spoke a word about it. Per her request.
I hope she
still loves me. I hope, that when it gets better, when I get better, she’ll give me another chance and it’ll work out. When
I got home today, her last drop seemed to have fallen.
“Y/N, I’m home…” My voice hasn’t been chirpy
since she stopped waiting for me – I know I can’t just expect her to do so, but
it seemed she enjoyed it as well. I hear a mumble coming from somewhere out of
my field of sight, so I take a few steps into my home.
“Harry.” Y/n appears in front of me, apparently
completely dressed, her jacket slung over her shoulder. I stare at her, at
every aspect of her, and I feel my throat already constricting. “Where are you
going love?” Her lip starts quivering and without a second thought I leap
towards her and cup her face in my cold hands.
“H., I – I need some time off. I think.” She
averts her gaze and I swallow to keep any fluids at bay. Within a split second,
I wanted to scream out and vomit all over my floor. She can’t leave me. Not
now. “Y/n, sweetheart, where would you go? Please, don’t leave me.”
She just shakes her head. I don’t want her to disappear
through that door and not know where she is. I don’t think my heart could
handle that. It was more than logical in my mind that the next words flowed
past my lips. “Stay. I’ll leave.”
“Harry, no. This is your home; I was just a
guest.” She pushes me away from her and starts shrugging her jacket on; but I
won’t have it. “The moment you stepped foot insides this house it was also
yours. Everything that I own is yours.” My words were heavy and I hope she
grasped the nuances behind it. For now, I might as well leave.
“I’ll come collect my things when you’re at
work tomorrow.” I mumble, my voice so strained I think she knows exactly how I
feel. I take another step towards her, pressing my lips against hers, for
maybe, my last time. I didn’t look back, because she would see how much this
was paining me.
roamed the streets for the rest of the day. I didn’t want Y/n doing this, but
right now I didn’t know where to go either. Of course, I could just give Lou or
Niall a call and I’m sure they’d help me out almost immediately, but, we were
going our own way and I don’t think they liked their former bandmate crashing
on their sofa for an unspecified amount of time.
I walk and
walk, think and try to force myself to think harder, for it to get better, for
me to get better, for some way to work this out. I knew my girl and I know the
most important thing she needed now was time. But I wasn’t going down without a
still feels vice-grip-tight, my throat closed off. I’m in some sort of daze
where I somewhat realize I’m walking the streets of London, but I have
absolutely no idea where I am. At some point, I’m sure I passed Piccadilly
Circus, but it seemed so empty. I had never seen it empty.
hard, both for her and I alike. I wouldn’t want to think about reading so much
slander about my girlfriend and
pretending everything is alright. I would’ve cracked months ago. The hours pass
and the sun trades his place with the moon.
When I stop
in front of his door, I don’t know how much time has passes. I just hope he’s
still up. I need a friend, horribly. I hear his heavy footsteps stomp towards
his front door and shrug my coat closer to my shivering frame as I hear the
are you doing here? It’s almost six in the morning, man.” Niall opens the door,
rubbing his eyes tiredly as he stares behind me to see if I brought anyone with
me – Y/N.
“Y/n and I –
uh – we are on a break.” I cast my gaze down, biting my lips while stuffing my
hands in my coat pockets. I hear Niall sigh and the door creak. “Come in, H.
You want some tea?”
I talk to
Niall about it. Every single little thing that has eventually built up to my
relationship crumbling at my feet. I feel helpless and I never thought I’d
experience something like this again. “I don’t know what to do now, Niall. If I
lose her, I’ll practically lose everything. But the horrific part of it all is
that I get her and I wouldn’t blame her if she decided to let it be.”
sits there and lets me ramble. We talk until ten in the morning when he offers
his guest room to me. I assure him it’s just for a few days – at most.
days pass and when I’m not doing promo for the new album or recording, I try to
stay out of Niall’s way as much as possible. I don’t know what I need to do,
but I need to come up with something, fast. I’ve been so occupied in my mind
that it’s physically paining me.
I walk the
streets, and by now I find that I almost have them all completely memorised. I’ve
met some new people, found some new bars. But all I could think about is how
much Y/n would like this overjoyed fan, or how much she’s like the paintings on
the wall on this art-themed café.
stopped at my front door many times, about to knock, but deciding not to. This
day wasn’t any different, although I’ve been standing here for almost an hour
now. I lack the courage of knocking, or just entering, and talking to her. I’m
afraid – terrified even – she’ll say the things I don’t want to hear.
Just when I
had decided to come back another day, hopefully with more courage, or maybe a
box of Y/n’s favourite chocolates, I feel my phone vibrating in my coat pocket.
A text message from her flashes brightly onto my phone screen.
The tour was over. It was
time to relax. Harry felt so excited to be home with his mum and Gemma and he
just wanted to be by himself. He would play music and read, sit in the sun and
go for walks whenever he felt like it. The thrill of just being alone in his
town with just his own utter happiness and relaxation was very exciting to him.
The only thing he could want
more was a lovely girl to spend some time with. With the media following his
every footstep, he knew that would be impossible. He would have to wait it out until
he was off the media radar. Maybe then he would find a girl that would put up
with all he had to offer.
“Hey Mum,” he said tiredly. “Jus’
landed,” he murmured when she answered. “I’ll be home in a bit.”
He was extremely excited to
sleep in his bed this weekend.
People stopped him and asked
for a picture—he was so sleepy, but he appreciated his fans so much. He
genuinely did. They had no reason to adore him this much, so he had to just do
whatever it was to make them happy. His fans had made him incredibly happy it
was only fair. So, he posed and smiled, thanked them profusely and continued
his way to the cab that would bring him home.
Arriving at home and
receiving a warm hug from his mom was all he could dream for at that moment in
time. He hoped with all his heart that his mum would make tacos tomorrow and
then he could just soak in her love and be home and happy without the
overwhelming stimulating tour life.
“Hi baby,” Anne cooed at the
door giving him a big hug. He melted into her embrace curling down so his face
could hide in her neck. He did feel like a baby when he was with her. But he
didn’t care. This was his mum and she was more amazing than anyone on the
planet. “All arms, legs, toes, and fingers are accounted for?” She said pushing
him away a bit, so she could take inventory of his body.
“Good. Now I want to hear all
about it, but I can see your eyes are drooping, lets get you to bed.”
“Thanks mum,” he said, and
she pushed him into his room that he hadn’t seen in so long. After stripping
down to just his boxers he sighed with relief and barely remembers his head
hitting his pillow.
Harry picked up a routine
back in his small little town. He would wake up early and go for a long run. It
cleared his head, opened his pores, and just made his heart beat the right way.
His town was still sleepy, no one was there to talk to him. He took in the
sounds of nature and enjoyed the smell of the dewy morning.
After a shower, he would join
his mum for tea on the porch and he would tell her about the tour and she would
gossip about their town. Around ten or
so, he would head to the bakery to pick up fresh rolls and steal a cupcake from
his bakery. At noon, he would meet a friend for lunch, or meet Gemma outside
her office and they would eat lunch in the park.
The afternoon he spent
reading and sometimes would hit the gym. He would help mum with dinner and then
they’d watch Netflix together before he went to sleep.
He had vacations planned and
was excited to go to concerts where his friends would preform but other than
those plans, Harry was a little bored. Sure, he wrote some lyrics and fiddled
with his guitar, but the thrill of tour was gone, and he felt like he was
losing himself a little.
There weren’t many girls in
town that he didn’t know, but ideally, he would meet someone perfect for him.
He didn’t love the girls in town—he’d either dated a lot of them in his grade
school days or was made fun of by them. Of
course, now, a ton of them would love to be around Harry, but he was loyal and
wanted to make sure first, and foremost, that he was happy.
Because even though he had
everything, he felt he didn’t have someone to share it with. He wanted to spoil
his girl. The thought of waking up all snuggled up to a beautiful girl that
smelled like sunshine and enjoyed being with him solely because he was him was
a dream he hoped he’d have soon.
He did things with his mum
and sister a lot. He took a cooking class with Gemma in the evenings and they
would bring leftovers home to Anne. Mum and he went antiquing a lot looking to
redo the look of Harry’s old room for when the lease on his apartment began.
The best part of his life was
spending money on his mum and sister. He loved to shower them with presents
because they had been so good to him all these years, they deserved nothing but
the best. The idea of being able to spread that love to another girl made his
heart flutter with excitement.
But for the six months after
the tour, Harry went through his routines. People no longer stopped him to take
pictures (he had already given them all the pictures). No one bugged him as
much because he had been around so long. Gemma was always busy, his friends
were always busy, and when mum was at work, Harry was utterly bored.
Gratefully, the lease on
Harry’s new apartment began and it was moving day.
Mum and Gemma were up in the
apartment getting the boxes in the right rooms while Harry helped the guys
downstairs move the boxes upstairs. He was headed back down to the truck with
his belongings and climbed inside when another truck pulled in a bit behind
He hadn’t really given his
neighbors any thought, but he assumed they would be nice as this was a really
sweet area of his little home town. It was a short walk to the center of town
and only about a stone’s throw from his favorite bakery. But either way, he
really hadn’t figured about any neighbors but then he wondered if some over the
top fan may have figured out where he was living.
Soon enough the person got
out of the truck. She was a girl and at first, he feared the worst but then he
found himself stood still as he watched her. It wasn’t that he saw her all that
clearly, but it was something in the way she stood, Harry was captured. He
dropped the box in his hands to his feet. He prayed it wasn’t something fragile,
but in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to care anyway. She shrugged off
her sweatshirt. It was mid-January but Harry guessed she was warm regardless—he
assumed it was part of her personality—it had to be. Someone that captured his
heart from mere feet away, he couldn’t imagine she was anything less than sweet.
Beneath the sweatshirt, she had on a long sleeve and then tied the sweatshirt
around her waist. Taking her long hair into her hands she twisted it into a
messy bun and glanced down at the key in her hand before heading up to the
apartment steps. Harry admired her as she walked away. She stole his heart
immediately. The epitome of adorableness. However, she looked so delicate and
yet no one was with her and she had a large truck of belongings to unpack.
He grabbed the easiest box he
could carry and raced upstairs to his apartment. “Gem,” he said trying to avoid
his mum’s attention. “There’s a girl downstairs movin’ in. Can you go make
friends with her?” He asked.
She stared at him in
disbelief at his little request. “Are you kidding me? What’re you in
kindergarten?” She rolled her eyes at her brother. “Absolutely not. That’s
“Jus’ ask if she needs help,
she’s all by herself.”
She rolled her eyes again as
she took out the throw pillows from a box for the living room sofa. “She
planned this Harry. She doesn’t need you to save her,” she said knowingly. It
wasn’t that she didn’t want him to be happy, nor talk to a girl; she just knew
how Harry was apt to fall so hard and break his poor sweet heart.
“That’s rude, I don’t wanta
save her,” Harry said glaring at his older sister with the bitterness of a
child that just got his toy taken away from him. “I jus’ wanta make sure she
has enough help.”
She sighed and looked at her
naïve little brother. For someone so worldly, he was so innocently unaware. She
prayed he would never change. “Har, I know you do. You are painfully nice. When
we finish unpacking you, we will go introduce yourself and see if she would
like some help,” she said gently squeezing his arm. She knew Harry wanted to be
helpful and maybe fall in love, but it needed to be on a schedule where it
wasn’t so aggressive.
Nodding in agreement he
followed Gemma as she went through more boxes that needed to be organized. He
knew she was right. Annoyingly right. Just as she always was.
Unfortunately, this girl was
wonder woman because she was already all unpacked and the truck was gone by the
time Harry was told he could go introduce himself. He pouted a bit while he,
Mum, and Gemma went to eat. He was grateful they were there to help, and he
looked forward to his own place.
After settling a bit, Mum and
Gemma left Harry to his own devices and he sat in his living room on his comfy
couch feeling so successful, but just terribly, horribly lonely.
Harry almost went and got a
job. He didn’t know where or care, but he really wanted one because his
routines were fine, but he was really bored. Plus, at night, he was crushed
with loneliness. He hadn’t seen the girl since the day she moved in and he assumed
at this point she was just a tauntingly beautiful figment of his imagination.
He played his guitar on his
balcony and listened to the sounds of his town around him. It was quite chilly
in the middle of winter. He wore fingerless gloves and brought tea to warm his
hands. But it was refreshing to be out there, especially when he felt so alone
at times. He thought about everything he’d done and all he planned to do. It
was so overwhelming at times and he was so grateful for what he had
The universe had given him
everything he could ever want and more. But somehow, he felt in his bones that
he would give up everything right now and be tone deaf, unable to carry a tune,
and never play an instrument again, so that he could have someone to share in
his success. But he also believed in the powers that be, and that the world
would give him an angel when he was ready. He smiled to himself, scribbling
down a few more lyrics as he reached his peace for the day believing in what he
thought to himself.
While he was lonely, he knew
it wouldn’t last forever. And he would only be lonely until he was ready to not
be lonely. It never made much sense, but he hoped it would soon.
Harry was coming in from his
jog and pulled an earphone out of his ear as he took deep breaths to gain his
strength back. Tell me something / Tell
me something, you don’t know nothing / Just pretend you do. / I need something / tell me something new. It
came out of nowhere his heart soaring incredibly because he just knew in his heart
who was the angel behind that voice.
He nearly sprinted (even
after his long, long run) to the mailboxes, just a few short paces away. Her
back was turned, one earphone in. Laundry on her hip and she was reaching up to
the mailbox. Choose your words, cause
there’s no antidote / For this curse oh, what’s it waiting for? / Must this
hurt you just before you go? She shuffled through the letters she received
humming along to the music in her head.
Her voice was like warm caramel. Sweet and decadent. It made
him feel happy to be near her. He only had the view of her hair really, it was
damp—like she just showered. Light waves were beginning to come through and
they were draped against her T-shirt, bright yellow. She was sunshine. She
wasn’t very tall (granted no one was really tall
around Harry) but she looked like she could model. He liked her curves and he
wasn’t really one to stare at girls that way, but she was just beautiful, and
it overwhelmed his mind that he couldn’t do anything but look at her and admire
She tossed her mail into the laundry basket and she
continued humming his song. As she turned, she was startled by Harry, dropping
her basket. Her mail skidded across the floor and her phone dropped with a
clatter. Instantly, her cheeks turned a deep pink, her eyes widening and then
looking directly at her dropped items. Harry bent for her mail and she grabbed
her phone. It was then he realized she was wearing his tour shirt: Treat People with Kindness. His jaw
dropped a little because if this was the universe talking to him, he was truly
the most blessed person on the planet. “What show did you go to?” He asked.
“Boston,” she said softly.
“Oh, I let those girls on stage,” he smirked as he
“Yes, you did. I cried a little. That was so sweet. I was so
jealous. But I don’t dance much, I would have just laid on the floor and
He chuckled. “That’s really funny.”
“I really enjoyed your show. It was beautiful. If I Could Fly made me cry. I wasn’t
expecting that. And it was so nice to see you on stage again. You look so
comfortable up there,” she shrugged easily. “I can’t wait for your next tour,”
she remarked with a beautiful smile that spread across her cheeks. A tiny
dimple (so light, you could hardly see it) appeared in her right cheek. “After
a really long, well deserved break of course,” she amended.
Harry smiled at her cocking his head to one side. “Thank you
for comin’ and supportin’ me,” he said.
She nodded. “It seems so silly that you’re thanking me,
because I owe you everything.”
Feeling his heart flutter, he smiled gratefully. “Thank
you,” he repeated.
“So…we’re neighbors then?” She asked.
“Yeah…it seems so. Apartment 4C,” he said.
“Oh, we’re real neighbors; I’m 4E,” she smirked. “If you
ever need a cup of sugar,” she said.
“Well then let m’carry that for you,” he offered taking a
hold of her laundry basket and plopping her mail back into it. She blushed.
“That’s really unnecessary, but thank you,” she said
sweetly. Harry was still sweaty, and his heart was beating faster inside the
cramped little elevator he wondered if she could hear it. They didn’t speak as
they exited, and she thanked him. “I was really embarrassed to be wearing this
in front of you—it’s just like extremely
He grinned. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed t’be yourself,” he
said softly. She blushed and shrugged as she took the laundry from him and
slipped inside her door.
Harry was actively
trying to bump into her. He wanted to be around her all the time. He could hear
her on his balcony sometimes when she had the window open. She vacuumed a lot
and sang when she cooked. He didn’t know if and what her job was, but he wanted
to find out. It was still very cold outside, and he was going to get pneumonia
if he stayed out on that balcony any longer just to hear her.
So boldly, he decided he needed to bake cupcakes. He threw
all his ingredients together in a large mixing bowl. He grabbed a measuring cup
from his sink and walked right out the door.
His heart was hammering again as he knocked on 4E. He heard
a flutter of footsteps from within and then a beautiful smile. “I could really
use a cuppa sugar,” he said.
A financial advisor. Daughter of a single mother that she
didn’t get along so well with and so she tried to make it out on her own out in
England. One sister that she spoke to only on occasion because she was quite a
bit older than her. A brother that she adored but was so happy to get away from
his family that she saw him only once or twice a year. She came to England
because she always wanted to visit and be touristy and she was the last one to
leave her house. Part of her hoped she’d never go back.
She really enjoyed reading cult classic books. And the girl
never stopped learning. She tried her hand at drawing, but they often were only
half-finished. “I draw really good trees, but I don’t do the leaves right…I
took a psych class once in college, they said that was really like telling of
my mental health and that may be true, but have you ever tried to draw a leaf?
It’s very hard.”
Music with her was incredible. She liked such obscure sounds
but then the popular stuff he heard all the time. Each day he talked with her,
he fell harder for her. She was a mystery but just so beautiful inside and out.
She volunteered a lot. Mostly on holidays when she wasn’t working because she
had no where else to be and she liked making other people a little cheerier.
And to make Harry’s heart love her just a little bit more,
she adored babies. “Oh, my goodness, do you have baby pictures?! Let me see!”
“Kitten, they’re older pic—”
She was already in his phone scrolling through the photos
looking for babies. “Look at those legs. I’m gonna scream,” she gasped. “Oh, my
goodness, I just want to squeeze him. I would kill to hold him.”
Harry couldn’t have created her in a lab if he tried.
Throughout their time together (and it was a lot of time, Harry was sure of it),
Harry did everything he could to be obvious about how much he adored her. He
would bring her flowers on Wednesday and make her dinner on Friday nights. She gave
him her Netflix account and only when he had
to leave her by herself, he watched every show she recommended.
However, she was wildly independent and fiercely
thickheaded. Harry wanted to give her one thousand kisses and he had given her
exactly none. She was soon his best friend. But he wanted so much more. Harry
wasn’t sure if she didn’t like him that way or if she was just so oblivious to
He was coming into the apartment building after going to the
bakery and she was coming off the elevator to go for a run. “Hi beautiful,” he
She grinned sweetly at him. “Hi.”
“What do y’want for dinner?” He asked.
She blushed brightly. “Erm…I actually have plans for
dinner…one of my coworkers wants to take me out to eat.”
Harry wondered if the heart-shattering disappointment was
evident on his face. The twist of jealousy sank in his stomach. Of course, she
didn’t belong to him or anything, but he hadn’t really considered the idea she
would go on dates. “Oh,” he said softly. “Well, s’alright. I can fend for m’self,”
he smirked wryly but felt like he was going to die.
“We can do dessert!” She said brightly aiming to fix the
sadness in his voice. “We’ll get ice cream. Or we can get lava cakes. Oh, just
kidding, it better be ice cream. I won’t share my lava cake with you,” she said
knowingly. And just like that, he was cured. Sure, his stomach was still
knotted with jealousy, but she wasn’t on planning him leaving him dry all
night. Now he would just spend the evening in overwhelming sadness.
He paced most of the night. He ate some cold pizza that was
leftover from a few nights ago—not because he was hungry, but he didn’t want
her to be suspicious when she came over for dessert. He tried to write some
songs, but it was too hard to think. He was scared. He wondered if she kissed
him when he so desperately wanted to do that…he really hoped she didn’t. He
hoped she was happy and that at the very least he brought her flowers. But he
hoped they weren’t sunflowers because those were her favorites and if he did
then it was all over for him. Maybe she didn’t fall in love with him. He just
wanted her to be his.
His stomach was bubbling with anticipation and just as there
was a knock on his door. He all but yanked it out of the way and smiled at her.
She wasn’t holding flowers and she was smiling at Harry. “Hi cupcake,” she said
“Hi kitten,” he said and pulled her against his chest to
give her a hug. “I missed you,” he said cutely. But his tummy still hurt
because all he could think about is her date with another guy. And it wasn’t
fair if she liked him because Harry hadn’t even asked her out. But how could he
ask her out if he didn’t even know she liked him.
“Hey what’s the matter?” She asked, and she reached up to
rub his shoulder blades. He told her that’s where all his stress went. It felt
so good to be touched by her. “We’ve been hugging for like three minutes and I
have no cupcakes.” He shrugged. She pushed away and looked up at him. “Harry is
something wrong?” He blushed a little and shook his head before walking to the
kitchen. She followed him on his heels. “Hey,” she said tugging on his hand.
“You seem really out of sorts, what’s the matter?”
He wouldn’t look at her. Harry thought everything was fine.
It wasn’t a big deal that she went on a date. She was here now. But it really
did bother him, and it made his heart heavy and he was really jealous.
“S’jus…I…m’jealous you went on a date,” he murmured. He
peered at her from the island and she stood near the entrance of the kitchen.
She straightened her back and tilted her head at him.
“What date, Harry?” She said.
“Dinner,” he said.
She snorted. “Harry, I went out with a female coworker. And not that I’m against that, but I don’t swing
that way. She wanted to welcome me to the company!” She said and hurried over
to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He felt so stupid. A girl. He
didn’t even think to ask. “What are you jealous for, silly? You got to go on
dates all the time,” she said softly.
He squirmed in her arms and winced because he didn’t want
this jealousy to be his attitude. He didn’t want to tell her that he was upset.
“Um…well…I-I haven’t really been on a date…since I met you,” he said.
“Why are girls like worried about me? Because I’ll back off
if you want to go on a date. I just want you to be happy.”
“No…no s’not it,” he shook his head wincing more. How dense
could this beautiful girl be? “I…m’very…in love with you,” he said quietly.
She dropped his waist like a hot potato. “You’re what?” She
wondered pulling on Harry so that he was turned to face her. “What are you
He swallowed the lump in his throat and could feel his
stutter coming out because he was so down and lonely. “C’mon love. M’hopeless.
I come over in the mornin’ for breakfast and I text you all day, we have dinner
together, and we’ve watched a hundred shows together,” he said. “I wanta be a ‘round
you all the time…but I don’t want you t’think that I just fell in love with you
‘cause you like m’music or suthin’,” he said softly. “I’m jus’…s’ready to be in
love and happy with you all the time,” he said looking at his hands. “’Ve been
alone f’really long time,” he was whispering. His voice low with sadness and
love. “An’ you’re jus’…everythin’ I could ever dream of,” he finally finished. “M’sorry.
I know s’rude. But…” He looked everywhere but her. It was easier that way to
face rejection like that. How she didn’t know was beyond him.
She was staring at him, he could feel it on his skin. “Why
didn’t you say anything, silly goose?” She asked and literally jumped into his
arms snaking her arms and legs around his body like a little koala bear. She
nuzzled her face into his neck and pressed what felt like one hundred kisses
against his skin. “Poor thing. I don’t want you to be lonely. You make me so
happy!” She said sweetly. “I can’t believe you want me, but that’s for another
day,” she smiled and cupped his face. His heart was soaring, and he was so
happy his heart was hammering for a whole new reason. He was holding around her
waist and gazing up at her beautiful angelic face. He felt a smile twinge at
his lips. “I also don’t know how you thought I wouldn’t like you…because. Uh,
hello. I was wearing your shirt, you silly, silly boy.” She pressed her
forehead against his and stared into his eyes. “You’re an idiot, Har-bear,” she
breathed sweetly across his mouth before sealing over her whisper with her lips.
It was very
possible that Harry would write about all these emotions he felt. But the loneliness
left his body and all he could think about is how the universe was simply too
kind to him for gracing him with the most amazing girl he could ever imagine.
Here it is!! Hope you enjoy this blurb about dad!Harry comforting his little love when she has a bad dream…let me know what you think or send in a blurb request to my inbox, I’d love to hear from you!! ☺️💜✨
It had been a while since Harry did the bedtime routine. He had been away on a short, European tour while you stayed home and tended to your three year old daughter, Violet. Taking a preschooler on tour wasn’t the greatest thing, with the long nights and endless travelling, you decided it would be best to opt out of following Harry on tour for this leg. Harry was disappointed, obviously, but you both knew he would be home in no time.
When he finally returned home, Violet clung to him like a koala bear. She followed him all around the house, for every hour of the day. It was a bit overwhelming for Harry, especially since he needed some space while he worked his way back into his regular routine at home with his family. Thankfully for you, he was more than willing to complete the bedtime routine with Violet after you had had a long day of taking care of and entertaining Violet while he finished up some last-minute business with his record label.
“And they lived happily ever after.” Harry spoke softly as he finished reading a short version of Beauty and the Beast to Violet. She hummed along happily as the story ended.
“Time for bed, sweet girl.” Harry said as he closed the short storybook in his hands. He carefully lifted himself out of Violet’s toddler bed and returned the book to its place on her bookshelf. Violet frowned as she watched Harry from her spot on her bed.
Here’s the much awaited Part 2! I’m gonna say sorry in advance for how this one ended because I already planned out the ending yet I couldn’t put it into words. The result was a little confusion with the writing in the end but hopefully you guys will get the scenario.
Message me or ask me HERE if things get a bit confusing. I’ll take the blame. Sorry again. And to make up for it, I’ll make a Part 3! It’s time to send in your suggestions again!
It has been a few months since Harry and I broke up. To say that Harry was broken was an understatement. He made sure to call me everyday. Of course, what could he expect? I never answered. I even contemplated on changing my number but I had too much respect to do it.
The entire universe unfortunately found out about the break up but to my surprise, the fans wanted us to get back together. It wasn’t unknown to me that I was on the Directioners’ good side. They saw how much I love and took care of Harry and his fans appreciated that. Even though Harry ruined our relationship, it was still the best four years of my life.
“Y/N please at least answer his call. Just a call, singular. Please.” Louis called me a few days after the break up.
“Louis, I can make my own decisions.” I said.
“But you haven’t seen him. He has neither eaten nor bathed. His eyes are bloodshot and bags are seen under his eyes. He’s not the same without you Y/N.” I heard Louis say something when his phone was taken away.
“Harry, no.” Louis said but Harry didn’t listen.
“Y/N? Love? I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please hear me out. I-” Harry was about to continue when I hung up
Hearing his voice made the butterflies in my stomach come to life. I missed him. I really did. But if his fame and fortune was more important than me, then to heck with him.
I deserved better.
As the fashion show gets closer, nerves start kicking in. It was a good thing though. It made me work extra hard and made myself busy to avoid thinking about him. Gemma calls me every once in awhile to check up on me and so did Anne. It made me feel guilty though. I left their son/brother broken, yet they still cared for me. Gemma even made sure that I include their names for the VIP section in the fashion show.
One day, I was in a coffee meeting with my fellow designers and the organizers of the fashion show. They were talking about lighting, stage decor, and color scheme when I got a phone call from Gemma. Because of the meeting, I couldn’t answer her call. I shrugged it off thinking it may just be her weekly “just checking up on you” calls. I’ll just call her back later.
But no, her calls kept on coming.
“Excuse me for just one moment.” I told everyone. They just smiled and said to go ahead. I immediately called Gemma and I got an answer in one ring.
“Gem? What’s wrong?” I asked. I waited for an answer but all I got was a sob.
“Hello?” I asked once more. “Gem? You ok? Where are you?”
“It’s… It’s mum. Out of nowhere she just… she just collapsed and… and we had to call an ambulance and bring her to the hospital. She… she was bleeding, Y/N.”
I couldn’t process what she was saying. Anne was like a second mother to me, and knowing that her state was critical, I couldn’t just sit around.
“She was looking for you.” Gemma answered. “She was conscious for a few seconds in the ambulance and called everyone’s name, including yours. That’s why I had to call you up and tell you.”
“Where is she now?” I asked, making my way back to our table to collect my things.
“We’re here at the Wythenshawe Hospital back home. But you don’t have to drive all the way here, she’ll understand that you’re in London and-”
“I’ll be there in a few. Just… update me ok?” I said and hung up. My colleague saw me collect my things and stopped me for a minute. She gave me a look that said ‘what are you doing?’
“I’m so so sorry everyone, but my mum was brought to the hospital so I have to go. I’m really sorry.” Good thing that everyone was considerate enough and let me go without a grudge. Even the highest positioning person there told me good luck and to be careful.
Please let Anne be ok.
The drive to Holmes Chapel was somewhat short considering it was in the middle of the day where people were at work, which means no traffic, and I may have over sped a little. I quickly got my things and ran in.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where I can find Anne Styles or Anne Twist right now?” I asked the nurse. She looked at me as if I’m a crazy person.
“I’m sorry but the family told us that we were not allowed to tell anyone about her condition considering the entire family is here.” The nurse said.
“But I am family. I’m-”
“I’m so sorry but we won’t allow media or fans to enter.” She said in a “shoo” tone.
I was about to explode when I heard a voice that I know too well.
“Y/N?” Robin said.
“Robin…” I said and my eyes softened.
“It’s ok, she’s my daughter-in-law.” He joked to the nurse. I laughed a little and immediately hugged him. He accepted the comfort and rubbed my back to soothe my worries.
The entire course of Harry and I’s relationship, Robin was always there like a Dad. He throws “funny” puns just like a regular dad would. He’d invite us to weekend barbeques when Harry was not busy. He’d sometimes invite us over to watch football on TV, considering I was a massive fan myself. When my parents were in town, Robin was the one who came up with the idea of a family dinner. He and my dad bonded like long lost friends, which made Harry and I happy that our parents were getting along.
“Robin, how’s Anne? Is she ok?” I asked, sniffling a little considering I was crying the entire trip here.
“She’s still in surgery, dear. The doctors are yet to talk to us about her condition.” He continued, “Thank you so much for coming in a flash, dear. Anne would be so happy to see you here.”
“Y/N!” I heard someone say. I turned around and saw Gemma and her boyfriend. She ran towards me and engulfed me in a bone crushing hug. I didn’t care though, she needed the comfort as much as I did.
“Gem! You ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming, you know… even after the break-up… Mum would be so happy to know that you’re here.” She said.
“Don’t mention it. I know you guys need a little comfort at this time.”
“Actually, there’s one person that needs comforting more than Gemma and I right now.” Robin said pointing to the benches by the emergency room. Seated with his face on his hands was none other than Harry himself. One can immediately know that he was crying, seeing that his breathing was fast. I sighed and smiled a little. Gemma smiled back and I made my way towards the love of my life.
I went over and knelt in front of him. “Harry?” I called. He immediately looked up and his eyes opened wide. He rubbed his eyes to check if I was really there.
“Y/N” was all he said before engulfing me in a tight hug. He cried harder as soon as his face hit my neck.
He needs me right now, and I’m not courageous enough to push him away, so I let him hug me. He hugged me like never before. This hug has a mix of “I miss you.” and “I need you.”
Everyone knows how Harry was a mummy’s boy. He’d drop everything for his mum. He respected how Anne raised them on her own before she met Robin. The way she raised both Gemma and Harry into these beautiful human beings is beyond anyone’s power, and Harry knew that. She taught them how to respect women and people in general. She showered her children with love and made sure that they got only the best.
“Shhhh… “ I said as I rubbed his back. “Your mum is a fighter remember? She’ll get through this.”
“Thank you… so much.” Harry said in between sobs. I was about to say something when I heard the doctor call for Anne’s family members. Harry was the first one to stand up as if it was his name that was called.
“How is she?” Harry asked. Robin and Gemma was beside us in a matter of seconds
“She’s fine now. There was just a lack of oxygen in her brain which caused her to faint. Was she exposed to stress recently?” The doctor asked.
“Not that we know of, doctor.” Robin said.
“It may also be caused by excess work, but she’s now ok. The only problem was that she hit her head a little too hard. There was an excessive bleeding but we were able to stop it.” The doctor said. Everyone sighed in relief.
“She has passed the critical stage now and she’s in the recovery room. We’ll bring her to her private room as soon as her vital say she’s ok. But she’ll still have to stay for a few days just so that we can keep an eye on her and check for no further damage.” The doctor continued. Everyone thanked him and sat down with a sigh of relief.
I then continued rubbing Harry’s back for comfort. He didn’t say anything. All he did was hold my hand as a sign of gratefulness. I smiled at his kind gesture and for a few months, I saw him smile, a genuine smile.
That same day, Anne woke up to all of us fast asleep around her bed. Robin was beside her holding her hand. Gemma and Michal were leaning on the wall with their heads on each other’s shoulders. Harry and I were both on the couch the room came with with our hands intertwined. The sight made her heart melt. Everyone she loved was in one room. Robin felt Anne’s hand move which caused him to wake up fully. He then woke everyone up and everyone was happy to see her awake and well.
For the past few days I have been staying with Harry and his family at his childhood home. I wanted to stay and help the rest take care of Anne. Fortunately my work allowed me to take a few days off considering I told them that it was my mom who was brought to the hospital. They understood my case and let me have the days off.
Following the recent events, Harry has been quite distant with me the past few days. All I did was take care of him because I knew that he’d be too busy taking care and worrying about his mum that he’d forget to take care of himself. It was like a reflex.
“Harry, what do you think should we bring for lunch today? Gemma texted me saying that we should bring lunch for everyone. Your mum’s looking for Nando’s for some weird reason.” I told him as we made sure to pack everything Anne needed for the next few days. As I was about to talk again, Harry called me to the kitchen.
“What’s up?” I asked as I entered.
“We need to talk.” He said.
“Sure, what’s up?” I said.
“I need you to leave me alone until mum gets better.” He said straightforward. I was taken aback. A few days ago he was begging me to take him back. Now, it’s the opposite.
“Excuse me?” I asked.
“I know what this is.” He said pointing his finger back and forth between us.
“What do you mean?” I asked not knowing what the heck he’s talking about.
“Pity.” was the only thing he said.
“I’m sorry… I’m not getting what you want me to get here.” I said, shaking my head with a curious looking eyes.
“You’re taking care of me as if you still care about me… like I’m still your boyfriend!” he shouted. “And do you know how much it fucking hurts me to know that you’re just pitying me for what happened to mum?” I was about to cut him off but he did it first.
“I love you Y/N, I really do. But seeing how much better you did without me, it made me believe that I was the shittiest boyfriend in the universe. I prioritized my career when I should’ve put you first. I don’t deserve you.” He started crying as soon as he ended his heartfelt speech.
“You don’t care about me like before. You’re making me feel like you still love me.” I only noticed that I was crying when a tear streamed down my cheek.
“You’re right… You never deserved me. But don’t you dare imply that don’t care about you anymore, because I still do. I still love you, I really do but I don’t want to fix things just yet. But you need me right now, and I don’t have heart to see you broken over me and over your mom. The least I could do is take care of you.” I said.
“If me taking care of you is giving out some kind of signal that I shouldn’t, then I’m sorry. I don’t want to get back together, not right now anyway. But I do feel obligated to take care of you.”
“But you’re not obligated to take care of me. Please… just help me by staying away from me. It’s for your own good.” he said.
“Let’s at least be civil about this… for your mum.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. “I’ll stop with whatever I’m doing and just be here for your mom. I’m sorry for what I have done.”
Just – fucking plain no. In what alternate universe would you think I’d be
happy with you making decisions for me?” Y/n yells at me, throwing her hands up
for emphasis as she storms away from me. I know I should go after her, tell her
that I didn’t mean to do so, but I’m sure she knows. I’d never do anything to
make her unhappy.
she’ll realise that in a minute as well. Y/n could have quite the temperament
but she’d never go to bed angry. Usually, five minutes after we fought, we’d
apologize to one another. We were both stubborn, but clever enough to know what’s
important in life. Y/n and I had met a couple years prior, but in the beginning
I don’t think neither of us thought of going on a date, getting in a
relationship and even later – moving in together.
know how it happened, or when, but somehow along the line I realised how
quickly and hopelessly I had fallen for her. Thank god she experienced the same.
I let my
large body fall onto the sofa, a loud huff escaping my parted lips. I let my
fingers curl around the scrap book Y/n had been making yesterday evening,
filled with pictures of us and things she found important to her. I had always
found it an honour I were included in that.
I laugh to
myself when I see baby pictures of her. One in the tub, her dog sneakily
drinking the bath water behind her. Or one where she was dancing with a loaf of
bread. Just from seeing her carefree face on the photo, I could imagine her
hearty laugh echoing through the house.
sorry. I overreacted.” I hear Y/n’s voice behind me and I raise my hand, waving
her over. “We’re both in the wrong, sweetheart. I promise I’ll never make big
decisions without you. You know I just wanted to surprise you.” I lift my head,
smiling at my girlfriend as she walks around the sofa. She slides herself onto
the armrest, her upper body leaning against the back.
our first date?” I speak, patting her bare leg as I turn to the next page.
There are photo’s covering the paper of twinkling lights, lots of greenery,
with me somewhere in the background. I took her to Morden Hall Park, one of my
favourite get-aways. We were slowly strolling, enjoying the scenery around us,
when suddenly she took my hand and pulled, pulling me into a slow jog that
turned into a full run. Somehow we ended up face first on the grass, laughing
our asses off. It was the best time I had in months.
tried to give me a compliment. Do you remember what you said to me?” Y/n
chuckles as she slides from the arm rest onto the sofa next to me, her warm
body pressed against mine as her fingers brush over the photograph.
don’t think I’ll ever forget such a mishap. Sweet creature.” I laugh somewhat
awkwardly, biting the bottom of my lip as I let my gaze wander over our newly
bought furniture, trying to avoid her. “Anything would’ve sufficed. Girl,
woman, lass; whatever implied I was female.” Y/n laughs is so hearty that I can’t
help but chuckle along.
I know. You’re going to pester me with it until I’m in my grave, yeah?” I
laugh, pulling her onto my lap and pressing my lips against her neck. She is
ticklish and bounces up and down on my lap to get away from my prying fingers
and tickling lips. “We’re still young, you shouldn’t talk about that. But,
probably.” Y/n answers me when she has calmed her breathing and snakes her arms
around my neck.
it as a compliment. Means I’m willing to spend my whole life with you, you
know?” I grin, pressing my lips briefly to hers. She loses herself in the kiss
for a moment, but pushes herself off to grant me a raised-eyebrow-grin. “You
have the weirdest ways of complimenting a girl, Styles. But I’ll take it. Just
because you’re cute.”
you’re with me? Because of my looks.” I gasp, holding my hand against my chest
as Y/n fiddles in my lap. “Well – I – I thought you knew. Sorry.” She shrugs
her shoulders so nonchalantly she has problems keeping a straight face. My
hands attack her sides again and I throw her onto the sofa, hovering above her.
laughter has subsided and I find that I have tortured her enough, I stop my
assault and merely hover over her. Her mood changes before my eyes and I hold
my breath as she speaks.
“When is your solo tour starting?”
I took a
big gulp of air, letting a sigh flow past my lips before I press them softly to
her chin. “Next month.” A frown takes over her features and I know she has
enjoyed the last year of having me almost all to herself, but this was planned
almost as soon as the band parted their ways.
come visit me? As much as you like. I’d like to have you with me.” I mumble,
kissing her whole face, taking my time to show her how much I appreciate
everything she has done for me and is about to do. “I like that, but I hate coming
home every time when you’re not here.” She frowns even deeper, moaning softly
when I press my lips against her weak spot.
with me. For the whole tour. You won’t have to miss me, and I don’t have to
miss you.” I grin brightly, lifting myself up on my hands to assess her facial
changes. For a split second, I see the twinkle in her eyes and her vibrant
smile is on full show. Until her logic jumps in.
our home?” Her fingers trail along my shoulder, to my biceps and down to my
hand. She lifts it, making me imbalanced, and presses her lips against the back
of my hand. I know I have to convince her. I couldn’t bare even a day without
her with me.
with me, I am home.” I press my lips to her once more, putting more pressure
behind it as I try to show her all the love and need I feel every morning when
I wake up to her beautiful smile.
On drizzly nights when the kids are all off doing their own things, watching television, doing homework, or playing with each other, you and Harry tend to unwind in the bedroom, the two of you sprawled out on the kind size bed, cuddled with each other while you talk about random things, from ridiculous stories of the day, to how suddenly the kids are growing up.