Harry fluff

Carpool Karaoke ft. Y/N

Description: Where Harry and Y/N have been apart for four months, so James decides to surprise Harry with Y/N during Carpool Karaoke. 

Word Count: 1,866

Warnings: profanity

A/N: I honestly don’t know if anyone has done this before and I apologize if so, but here is my version of this!! 


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When Harry had left for America, they had both expected to only be apart for one month at the very maximum. Harry had been planned to be away for approximately three weeks, as he had just released his second album and would be promoting it throughout America. However, Harry was more popular than ever and every single radio show and television show host was desperate to have him appear as a guest on their show. His management had decided that it would be in Harry’s best interest to continue with the promotion of his album, which kept him away from Y/N longer than he had intended.

And so what had once been only one month slowly dragged into four long months without each other. Of course, she knew that they would get through it, as she and Harry been dating for nearly three years and had been through long periods of distance due to the demands of his career. In addition to this, she and Harry knew that the distance would be worth it in the end, as the end of the distance would mean Harry’s success with his career. But even though she knew all of this, it did not stop the tears from slipping down her cheek in the lonely hours of the night. Each night became more difficult as she would lay lonesome in their bed, unable to ignore the cold space beside her.

So you can only imagine her excitement when the host of the Late Late Show, James Corden, had contacted her to inquire of her interest in surprising Harry during the show. Also being one of Harry’s good friends, James explained to her that Harry had been struggling with their distance and had been debating taking a break from the album to visit her in London. James, being the genius that he is, had decided instead of Harry going home to see Y/N, that he would bring Y/N to see Harry.

So one week later, Y/N took off to Los Angeles with adrenaline coursing through her veins. Knowing that she would soon see the love of her life was enough to make her heart nearly jump from her chest.

When the day finally arrived, James had sent a private driver to escort her to the studio. Upon arriving, James had already been outside, waiting anxiously to greet his old friend. She had last seen James during the holidays, as he tended to come home for Christmas and would always ensure to meet up with her and Harry.

After exiting from the vehicle, James had tugged her into his arms for a large bear hug before exclaiming, “It’s so good to see you again!”

As James guided her into his large studio, he proceeded to explain the plan for Harry’s surprise. James explained how he and Harry would be doing Carpool Karaoke, a segment where James will drive around the city with a particular singer, engaging in profound conversations and loudly singing along with their latest songs. Harry had been a part of this segment a couple times in the past, both as a member of One Direction and as a solo artist. He had always told her how much he enjoyed it, as the conversation would flow naturally between him and James due to having such a close friendship.

James continued to elaborate by informing Y/N that she would be in the back of the vehicle the entire time without Harry even being aware. James explained that she would then pop up from the trunk when the time was right, which James guaranteed she would know. Feeling anxious about ruining the entire surprise, Y/N nervously agreed to the plan. However, she ran through the proposal several more times with James, ensuring that she knew what she was doing.

About sixty minutes later, James had approached the room that she was waiting in and informed her that Harry arrived to the studio. James had a member of his team escort her to the vehicle outside of the studio, the one that they would be using for the carpool karaoke. Upon arriving to the vehicle, Y/N had forced herself into the back of the luxurious car, feeling her entire body tremble with nerves as she crouched down. She bent her body in ways that she never knew was possible, striving to conceal herself in every way from Harry’s view.

The first person that she recognized entering into the vehicle was James. She overheard him discussing last minute items with his production team, and she then overhead several tech members fidgeting with the camera at the front of the vehicle – the one that would be capturing the majority of the drive.

“James, you and Harry can begin when you’re ready,” James’ production manager had reported.

She then overhead James as he leaned his head out of the window of the vehicle and called out to Harry, asking if he was ready to begin with the segment.

“Ready when you are, mate,” she heard Harry call back.

As she heard his deep voice mixed with his thick British accent, she instantly felt as if a bolt of electricity shot throughout her entire body. He was so close to her, yet she could not touch him nor see him. It took every bit of strength not to peer out the window and take a glimpse of her handsome boyfriend.

James coughed. “We are going to begin now.” James coughed again, which Y/N knew was a signal for her to be prepared. She could not stop herself from lightly laughing beneath her breath.

She peaked through the crack in the seats to watch as James lifted the phone to his ear.

“Mate, I’m so happy that I’ve reached you. I heard you were in LA and I’m so lost right now. Would you be able to help me out?”

James hesitates briefly, pretending as if someone is answering him on the other end of the phone. “Oh, you’re the best! Thank you so much. I’m right outside.”

And then she heard the sound of the passenger door swing open. Continuing to peek through the crack in the seats, she watched the outline of Harry’s body as he placed himself into the seat beside James. She felt her heart thumping within her chest, for she could now both hear him and see him in person – something that their phone and Skype conversations have no done for the past four months.

“Harry, thank god! Thank you so much for helping me, man. I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure,” Harry had responded.

She watched as Harry lifted his ring-clad fingers to glide through his brown, curly locks. She smiled to herself as she reminisced on the nights that Harry would ask her to play with his hair, for nothing could put him to sleep faster than that.

“So Harry, this is not your first time doing this,” James had said. “In fact, this is your third time.”

“Yes it is,” Harry had confirmed.

Hearing his voice was absolutely killing her. If she could have it her way, she would have already thrown herself at him by now, for she was craving his touch in any way possible. On another note, however, she was also striving to hold back her laughter, for the thought of being so close to Harry yet him having absolutely no idea was humorous to her.

“And a lot had changed since your first time here, hasn’t it?” James commented. “You had a main role in a Christopher Nolan movie, a solo album, and a worldwide tour, and now you’ve just released another album.”

“I have indeed,” Harry said, nodding his head in confirmation.

“Out of all the songs on the album, which one is your favourite?”

Harry hesitates briefly before answering. “Ah, I tend to write all of my songs based on personal experiences, so I think all of them have a different kind of significant for me.”

“And who was the first person to hear the album?”

“Ah, I played it for my family and my girlfriend all at once.”

“And did they seem to like it?” James questions.

Harry broke out into a hardy laugh. As usual, his laugh brought an instant smile to her face. Memories flashed through her mind of the mornings that she and Harry would lay in bed together, acting playfully with one another and laughing hysterically between little kisses.

“Ah, I think they did,” Harry said through his laugh, “But of course, I don’t think they would tell me if they hadn’t.”

For the remainder of the drive, Y/N remained frozen in the back seat, listening carefully and peaking through the cracks as James and Harry engaged in conversations about his career, cackled with laughter, and of course, belted out the songs of Harry’s latest album.

And eventually, the moment had finally arrived for her time to shine.

“So Harry, you have been in America for a while, am I right?”

“You are,” Harry said in agreement. “About four months now.”

“So I assume that you have not seen your girlfriend for a while then, huh?”

Harry hesitated briefly and shot James a confused expression. Harry was fine with briefly speaking about Y/N, but he strived to keep these aspects of his life as private as he possibly could, so he typically avoided having her as the main topic of conversation. James was well aware of this, which was the reason for Harry’s confusion. Nonetheless, Harry complied with the conversation.

“It’s been a while, yeah,” Harry reported. “I haven’t seen her since I left for America.”

“It’s got to be hard, hasn’t it? Trying to keep a relationship going through all of the distance?”

“Yeah, well, my girl and I have been together for a while now, so we are used to this. But it’s still hard, you know? I miss her very much and am really looking forward to seeing her again.”

“And when do you think that will be?” James asked.

“Not long,” Harry announced. “I’ll be heading back to London soon for a small break.”

James gradually decreased the speed of the vehicle and pulled off to the side of the road. Harry’s eyebrows crinkled with curiosity, as he had not been aware of this aspect of the segment. She felt herself becoming increasingly nervous, for she knew that she would soon have to expose herself to Harry.

As the car came to a halt, James turned his body to face Harry. “Harry, what if I told you that you would not have to wait any longer to see Y/N?”

As soon as the words left James’ mouth, a sly smile crept to Harry’s face. He was aware of what James may be referring to, but he did not want to guess and be wrong. He stared at James in doubt, continuing to smile at the possibility of her being nearby.

Harry shook his head in denial. “Shut the fuck up,” Harry said through an eager voice “There’s no fuckin’ way.”

Harry’s head turned to the window, searching for her on the street. When he did not see her, he turned back towards James, feeling more confused than ever, but continuing to wear an amused smile.

“Harry,” James said with a serious tone.

“…Yes?” Harry asked, almost as if he had been bracing himself.

“She has been here all along.”

A moment of silence sat between James and Harry, but after a few tense seconds, Y/N leapt from the trunk of the vehicle and exposed herself to Harry’s view. A frightened yelp falls from Harry’s mouth, matching the way his body jumped in surprise. Once he realized that it had actually been her, his face lit up like a Christmas tree and a smile beamed across his face. Harry dropped his face into his hand, expressing his complete and utter surprise. After taking it all in, Harry lowered his hand and swiftly moved towards his girlfriend, throwing his arms around her. He squeezed her tightly, desperate to feel her touch against his skin. And as they pulled away from each other, Harry lowered his lips to leave a gentle kiss on the top of her forehead.

Repositioning himself in his seat, Harry lifts the sleeves of his shirt to wipe the tears that had sprung to his eyes.

“Look what you’ve done to me,” Harry had said through a light chuckle.

“Look what you’ve both done to me,” James had responded, as he had also been wiping away tears from the emotional reunion.

Harry once again moves towards his girlfriend, still in shock that she was, in fact, there with him. He again pressed his lips to her skin, peppering her cheek with his kisses.

“I hope this means you’re staying for a while,” Harry had said.

Y/N nodded her head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

James turned towards the camera, staring directly into the lens. “Well, if this doesn’t boost my views then I don’t know what will.”

harrysbbylove23  asked:

Harry telling you he loves you for the first time

Ooo he’d be so nervous & his anxiety would kick in for sure. Only because he’s afraid you won’t say it back or maybe you don’t want to hear it.

You’d be out to dinner at a nice fancy restaurant & he’d order a steak & you’d have some lovely shrimp & salad??. He said it in the middle of a conversation & you didn’t think twice about it.

“ I love you, y/n” he blurted out & his cheeks would grow red & your eyes would light up.

“I love you too Harry” You smiled up at him & his face was no longer red, instead his eyes were so full of even more love.

He’d grab your hand and place a kiss at your knuckles & you’d blush because of how in love you were. Gosh, you both love each other so much.

Send me some concepts

anonymous asked:

11 and 15 for drarry please i love youu

Thank you!! Sorry this took so long, but I hope the longer length makes up for that.

Way too early in the morning for it to be even considered morning yet, the faintest knock on the door could be heard all around the house, forcing Draco to accept his defeat of trying to fall asleep and ignore everything that was happening in life and to get up and answer the stupid door. Slowly, Draco wiped off a few tears that already seemed to form after only being awake for a few minutes and walked over, peaking open the door before slowly shutting it again the moment he saw the first dark hair on the other side.

Taking a deep breath in, he unveiled the door again to show his boyfriend looking up to him with puppy dog eyes combined with a look of him already being prepared to dive into a long argument. They simply stood there for a few seconds, the only noise being the few last raindrops falling from the roof onto the concrete outside.

“Can I come in?” Harry asked, wiping off a spare water drop that fell almost directly into his eye.

“Hold on, you died,” Draco stuttered, the shock leaving Draco standing at the doorway, struggling to get his mind to completely wrap around with what he was seeing. Everyone at the ministry thought that Harry died yesterday afternoon while they were on a simple mission. And if he wasn’t dead, he must have been close, but clearly, that was all wrong as he’s in front of him right now, struggling to make sure more tears didn’t fall down his face in either anger or happiness, he hasn’t decided yet.

“Yeah, well it didn’t stick.”

“Fine, come on in,” Draco replied, opening up the door wider and summoning a blanket to try to combat the coldness of the outside. After they found a comfy place in the living room, Draco sitting in a smaller but soft black chair and Harry halfway spread out on the matching black couch, Draco sat staring at Harry, unable to keep a few pieces of water from falling down his face, onto his lap. “You were dead.”

“But I’m here now.”

“But I thought you were dead!” Suddenly, all of the pain and grief from last night came flooding to him, creating a whole waterfall on his face.

Harry got up, sitting on the small amount of room that Draco had left on his seat, pulling him in close. “Honey, I… I’m sorry. I decided to try something a little riskier last night and it was a bit harder than I expected. But I’m here now, isn’t that what really matters.”

“Yea but, why do you keep risking your life? To prove a point?”

“No, of course not, but it did show me how much you care about me,” Harry smiled, wiping the last tear off of Draco’s cheek.

“Of bloody course I care about you, after all, if you die then I have to finish the mission with some random person and it would just be plain annoying.”

“Just admit it, there are other reasons.”

“Like what?” Draco smiled back, practically making a challenge out of this.

“Well, you would miss the cookies that I occasionally bring in to work.”

“I can trick someone else into doing that.”

“You would have to find a new boyfriend.”

“Easy enough with my good looks.”

“Hmm, you would need a new arch enemy.”

Draco seemed to pause, thinking about any way around this reason. “I could make a new enemy easily.”

“How? No one else is as sarcastic as me.”

“Or as big as a pain in the ass as you.”

“Or as cute.” Draco rolled his eyes. “C’mon, I know you wanna say it.”

“Or a good as a hugger as you.”

“And you better remember that.” Harry softly kissed Draco’s head as he tried to get up, failing as Draco pulled him back in.

“Hey Harry, never make me think you’re dead again.”

“Only injuries then,” Harry laughed, cuddling close to Draco, only slightly falling off of the chair.

“As long as it doesn’t put me into an early grave with worry.”

“Don’t worry, it can be a late grave filled with little pieces of worry nicely spread out.”

“As long as it’s with you,” Draco replied, resting his head on Harry’s hand, in just the right spot to hear his happily beating heart.

would y’all be down if myself, and the help of a few of my beautiful writer friends, did a Harry Styles 25 Days of Christmas?

I’m basically gonna have 25 different prompts and starting December 1st, there will be a new one shot per day until Christmas! let me know if anyone would want that/actually read them lol

titanicbuff1912  asked:

Okay ... what about a blurb from the more awkward moments of their being handcuffed together lol

So in ‘Hand in Hand’ there’s this one bit: “The handcuffs aren’t that bad, except for when one of them has to pee, the other person must be right nearby (with their face turned away and eyes closed of course)”, so here’s a blurb about that, but this takes place when they’re at the bar before she gets completely wasted 😂


“I’m not going in the men’s room!”

“Ouch!” Harry cries out when Y/N yanks the handcuffs back to fight him from forcing her to come along.

“But I need to pee now!” He gives her a grimace of pain while holding his crotch and Y/N prays to God no one’s paying attention to them to see that. “Would you rather I piss my pants out here?!”

“Hold it in!”

“I can’t!”

Y/N furrows her eyebrows. She doesn’t want to go in there but at the same time her flatmate’s looking so miserable. Eventually, she nods her head then tells him to hurry up. 

Just waiting for that, Harry quickly pulls Y/N with him into the men’s room. The pair receives judging stares from two gentlemen who were on their way out, but Harry just smiles then waves at them like them being handcuffed together wasn’t weird at all.

They’re the only ones left here now. Thank God, Y/N thinks to herself as Harry picks a random urinal and unzips his pants. A smirk appears on his face when he notices that Y/N’s turned her head to the side.

“You don’t have to look away, love,” he teases, making his flatmate roll her eyes and her cheeks flushed.

“Pervert,” she mumbles.

When Harry has taken care of his business and happily goes to the sink to wash his hands, another person enters the room. At first the guy’s shocked to see a girl here but then he realizes she’s handcuffed to Harry, and shoots her a flirty smirk before carrying on with his business. Y/N knows this is wrong, but the guy is attractive and she’s curious, so she doesn’t turn away. 

“HEY!” Harry says loudly, causing the girl to jump and shoot her head to another direction, not yet sneak a peek at anything over there. Harry hears the other guy let out a chuckle which makes him a lot angrier.

“Let’s get out of here!” He says while staring the stranger down, then grabs Y/N’s shoulder with his free hand to walk her fast towards the door.

“That guy was so hot!” Y/N tells him when they’re finally out of the men’s room. Though Harry replies with a snort, he certainly doesn’t find that amusing.

“I bet his dick was small.” His comment makes Y/N laugh, but all Harry can think about right now is if he needs to take a wee again later, he’s just going to hold it in.

Bilingual - Fred Weasley

Originally posted by imagineseverywhere

welcome to my next fred blurb!  this one was requested by anon and i found it super interesting to sit on.


word count: 2,279

On a particularly sunny day, you sat with your legs crossed on the ground and a book in your lap, reading over your Potions content for the next exam you had coming up in just a few short days.  Silently, as you flipped the pages of you book so slowly, a snake you had come to know well, and would almost consider your pet, slithered up your arm and back down as slow as could be.

You didn’t mind it.  The feeling of the scales on your skin was once intimidating, but it had become like a second nature to you over time.  In fact, you found yourself missing the sensation on occasion when the snake, or any snake, really, was not there.  It was a foreign feeling you were no longer used to.  

As you sat alone, you were fully aware of the looks you were getting from the passing students.  You were beyond used to it by now.  After all, what fifteen-year-old student walked around with dangerous creatures on their arm?  After the fiasco in your fourth year with the Chamber of Secrets, you were used to being alone and you were used to the stares you got from others.

As time passed, you noticed a shadow looming over you as you read, causing a pulse you did not realize you had in your forehead to begin rhythmically thumping, and you looked up, beyond irritated with whoever was blocking the warm sunlight.  

“Aye, you know you have a snake on your arm, right?”  A comically confused voice asked as you squinted up at him, making out the quizzical face of Fred Weasley, a boy who was in your year but in Gryffindor house.  You had very little contact with him, and had even been the victim of one of his pranks, once.  Even through your anger, you found yourself amused with his joke, and had kept tabs on him since.

This question had caught you so off guard that you couldn’t help but to chuckle as you placed your hand on the ground, the snake slithering off quickly to get away from Fred as if he were the plague.   “I do, but thank you for the concern.”  You told him airily once the snake scurried off into its hole.  Just as quickly as Fred started the conversation, you ended it as you returned your eyes to the book in your lap.  At least, you had thought.  

Fred remained looming over you, an insanely amused look on his face.  You knew he was not about to give up from the look on his face, and for some reason, you were not too irritated with it.  “Does it not bother you?”  He asked and you sighed lightly, closing you book and squinting up to him once more.  Why was he standing right in the way of the sun? You could hardly see him and in the fall weather, the sunlight provided you with warmth that would otherwise make you wear a jacket.

“No, not at all.  Why would it?”  You asked him as an ironic smirk began to form on your face.  It was moderately surprising that he was one of the few people who did not know who you were.  Doesn’t he and his brother know everyone?

Fred laughed loudly as he reached his hand out to you to help you up.  “Well, for one, people are typically terrified of snakes.  And for seconds, if they aren’t, they surely don’t let the snakes crawl all over them.”  He said as you placed your hand in his.  He pulled you up and you straightened your shirt out as you chuckled.  

With a charming smile on your face, you shook your head at his words.  “For one,” you began, imitating him, “snakes do not crawl, they slither.  For seconds, they have the tendency to not hurt you if you are able to speak with them.”  You told him with a smug smile on your face, ready for him to give you hell for your ability.

For a moment, Fred did not seem to understand. He had an odd look on his face as you stepped into the sunlight once more, sighing at the warmth returning.  Then, just seconds after his face was struck with realization, words fell from his mouth that you made you positive that he didn’t think about beforehand.  “No way! Wicked!  Parseltongue?”  He spoke far too excitedly for you to keep the laugh from forming in your throat.  “You have got to help me collect some snake venom! Do you realize what properties it has? It can coagulate just about anything and is small, microscopic doses, it is actually really good for you!  Not to mention is can make the consumer dizzy and hallucinate…” He rambled on and on.

You laughed until your stomach hurt and finally put your hand up, stopping his talking as his face turned pink.  “Okay.  You need to take a breath or you might pass out from talking too much.  Besides, you don’t even know my name!”  You told him and hit his arm lightly with you book.  The smile on his face seemed like it was so blissful but so foolish.

With a reddened face, Fred laughed.  “Sorry about that.  I’ve never met a parseltongue other than Harry Potter, but he is known for everything, so it is exciting to meet someone who is, you know, average.” With the smile remaining on your face, you lifted an eyebrow to him.  His face reddened even further as he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.  “I mean—not that you aren’t special, or anything, but you really, surely are, but I mean average as in—” he began and stopped in the middle of his sentence, signing. “I’m sorry.”  He said sheepishly and gave you a slight frown.  

“It’s fine.  I am actually used to people subtly insulting me.”  You replied back with a crooked smile on your lips.

Fred’s eyes widened.  “No, I wasn’t meaning to insult you!”  He explained hurriedly with a panicked look on his face.  With your smiling growing you nodded.  “Let’s start over, yeah?”  he offered you embarrassedly.  

You held your hand out to him.  “I’m (Y/N).”   You introduced yourself as he took your hand.

Again, Fred looked surprised.  “You’re (Y/N)?  The one who everyone thought was the Heir of Slytherin in fourth year?”  He questioned, drawing connections all together.  You felt his tone change, something you did not care much for.

With a roll of your eyes, you nodded.  “The very same.  Foolish, actually.  I am half-blood anyways and my magical father is the least intimidating or menacing man in the world.”  You explained as you checked the old watch on your wrist.  It was getting close to dinner.  The slight pang in your stomach at the thought told you that you were hungry.

Fred hummed and nodded, but the look on his face told you that he was still so fascinated.  “So, were people mean to you, like they were to Harry Potter?”  Fred asked you as you began walking slowly, him following your pace, and his eyes holding so many questions he wanted answered.  

You huffed, an angry, unforgiving noise, and looked away from Fred.  “Like you wouldn’t believe.  Bunch of fools, if you ask me.  Why is it that I am prejudiced for being bilingual when someone who speaks French and English is not?”  You asked Fred with an irritable tone in your voice.

He smiled a foreign smile to you and chuckled lightly. “When you put it that way, it does sound rather foolish.”  Fred agreed and put his hands into the pockets of his pants.  “I suppose I own you an apology, then.  I told Harry on multiple occasions that it had to be you and not him being the Heir of Slytherin, given you were in Slytherin and all.”  Fred explained to you and his eyes ducked to the ground.  With him trying to look away from you, you noticed how pretty his eyes were for the first time in this conversation.  

With a laugh, you shook your head.  “No need to apologize.  I’ve gotten it enough that I almost believed it at one point.  Fortunately, that is all behind us now.  Given that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back and all, as the true Heir of Slytherin.”  You spoke so casually that it almost made Fred hesitant to be around you much more. Could this all be a sham and you were evil, truly?  He pressed his lips together and stared hard at you.  

“You believe Harry, then?”

Again, you chuckled, and leaned closer to Fred.  “Of course!”  You whispered to him.  “Between you and I, my father works with the Quibbler and a lot of the supportive opinions published come directly from him.”  You murmured, trying to keep your voice down for anyone who could possibly be listening. Fred hummed in reply, something that made you frown.  He didn’t believe you.  “You are being hesitant because I am in Slytherin, aren’t you?”  You asked him.  He did not respond.  “Well, if you doubt my character, you can ask Luna Lovegood, who has become close with Harry, about myself and my family, given that I have grown up with her.” You snapped, suddenly angry.  You were ill with the fact that he could be so thick.  You were a person after all, and the Slytherin crest was just something you were forced to wear.  “It is a shame.  I had really actually enjoyed speaking with you.”  You finished with one last biting sentence and stormed off, not even hungry for dinner anymore.


A couple days after your run-in with Fred Weasley, you found yourself to still be cross with him and his attitude.  What right does he have to judge you solely on what house you were in?  Or, what that it at all?  Did he judge you on everything, from being a parseltongue to your house, down to the clothes you wore and the way you spoke?  All of it made you feel sick and your stomach felt constantly unsettled as you went on with your life the same.

At times you were in the Great Hall, you sat as far away from Fred as you possibly could, typically alone and hidden in the crowd, with the idea that if he saw you less, the more he would forget about you. You secretly had wished that you had never met him at all, but you were unable to turn back time and you had to deal with it regardless.

During dinner on a Friday night, you sat with a book in one hand and a fork with green beans on it in the other.  You were consumed in your book, like usual, and you were trying hard to ignore the world around you while you read.  This had become normal for you for dinners.  On occasion, you would sit with Luna or another fellow Slytherin who was a reject like you, but mostly, you filled the social aspect of your day with books.

As you ate slowly, a voice tore your attention from the words of the library book.  “Do you ever stop reading?”  Fred’s voice asked, causing you to look up with wide eyes as you swallowed the partially chewed food in your mouth, nearly choking on it.  You stared at him with a slightly irritated but mostly alarmed look on your face.  “Can I have a word?”  He asked you as he nodded towards the doorway of the Great Hall.  

With a sigh, you set your fork down and pushed your plate away from you.  You strangely knew you would not be coming back to your food.  You marked your page with a strip of parchment and stood, following Fred out of the Great Hall and into the Entrance Hall.  He came to a stop and you about bumped into him, but took a few steps back away from him.  

“I was rather rude, wasn’t I?”  Fred asked with a small, sheepish smile on his lips and you stood, clutching your book to your chest, and simply nodded.  “I would like to apologize for that.  I did some thinking, and talked to Loony Lovegood like you suggested, and I came to the realization that I had branded you with a dark image without even knowing you and I hate myself for that.  It drives me bonkers when people put assumptions to my person given my last name, and I should not go the same to you for who you are.” Fred explained with a frown growing on his lips.  His shoulders hunched forward and there was a look on his face you had not seen before. You knew too well that he regretted the way he acted and because of this, you gave a small nod.  Fred raised an eyebrow, and the small smile formed on his lips once more.  “So, can we start over?”  He asked hopefully and gave you the biggest, sweetest puppy eyes you had ever seen. You loved his eyes.

With a small chuckle, you nodded.  “Yes, we can, but keep in mind that this is the second time we are starting over.  Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.”  You teased with a wide smile on your face as you looked away, trying to hide from his stare.

Fred smile, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and drawing you close to him. “Luckily, there won’t be a next time.  I think this is the second start to a wonderful friendship.” He told you as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Technically third.”

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There are so many great blogs and great fics out there that I think deserve more love, so I thought I would do up a post. I have probably missed so many blogs but I will be doing another post when I hit one thousand followers.

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

I’ll put the blog first, then some of their fics I love in particular with brief descriptions.

Some of the fics don’t have titles, so the description is the link.


  • Adore - Harry makes a realization
  • Home - Harry being asked about the picture of you in his wallet
  • Talk to Me - giving Harry the silent treatment after getting sick



  • Shakespeare - amazing series in which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA of your new English class. A perfect blend of romance and angst, does contain smut so be warned.
  • Break M’Own Rules - in which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry




  • Running on Empty - fainting into Harry’s arms at the gym is one way to get his attention, right?



  • Ruins -  you, along with hundreds of others, are living in a post-apocalyptic society brought upon earth by nuclear war. The effect of this is long-lasting and only allows you to see the sun one every two years. I love this fic a lot, it deserves so much more love and I really hope there will be a part two.

I’m so sorry if I haven’t included your blog in this post, I probably love your blog and have just forgotten to give you a mention. Keep writing more amazing stuff because I love it all!

My masterlist // my second recommendation post

All I Want For Christmas

In which it’s Christmas time, and Harry can’t help falling for the girl who helps him shop for gifts. 

A/N: THE CHRISTMAS ONESHOT IS HERE! I’m sorry I didn’t get this out yesterday like I originally planned, but I figured better late than never right?!  Enjoy, my loves, and Merry Christmas!!! xx

Please do NOT repost without permission!!!! 

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If you insist…

Oh, I do love you

Baby Bumps

Insults (Part 1) (Part 2)

Sex on Fire

Award Show Jitters*

Sing to Me

Belated Birthdays

I’ve Got A Better Idea

Distant Engagements (Part 1) (Part 2)

An Impossible Thought

Relief in Exchange for Heartbreak (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)


Just Sim

Lovingness upon Board*

Personal Pillows

A Contradiction of Love (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Breathless Reunion*

What A Feeling

The Painter

Wasted Money

Toothpaste Kisses

Irresponsible Debacle

Unwritten Lines

Puppy Love

Don’t Worry about Me

Recorded Memories

Just a One Time Thing*




Santa’s Been

Just Kissing Him Better*

A Birthday Present

Disregarded Auditions


Rooftop Requests (Part 2)

Unheard Castings (Rooftop Requests Spinoff)

First Impression*

You Stole the Show, Metaphorically of Course

Retained Shoots for My Eyes Only

Only The Best (Part 1) (Part 2) 

Bangs that don’t Bang

Secret Fashion Shows (Part 2)

Italian Reunions

New York Home


Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four


Part One 

Part Two 

Part Three


1. “The skirt is supposed to be this short.”

4. “Who gave you that black eye?”

5. “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?”

15. “Well, you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not.”

16. “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

22. “You can scream if you want.”

25. “One of them’s missing”

28. “You’re still mad?”

32. “Why did we have to have kids?”

39. “I forgot I was a single parent.”

51. “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

66. “I won’t let you get hurt.”

102. “Do you really think I could ever replace you?” 

125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!” *


Backstage Antics

(A/N: this was a spur of a moment piece I wrote because this picture FUCKED me up, it’s a quickie ;D pun intended BUT PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT!!!!)

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- A lost wedding band, a sneaky angel baby

- Needed A Fix

“Get Out”

“Get Out” (Part II)

- But Daddy says it

- When the fight goes south

- Surprising Daddy on tour

“Do you still have my number?”

- Drunk calls and a tough position

- You think he’s drunk… he thinks you’re pretty **

- 4th Of July

- A special Father’s day poem 

- Daddy’s gonna put a baby in mommy

- Clingy

- What Do We Do?

- Coming home unrecognizable to angel baby

- Coming home unrecognizable to angel baby (Part II)

- My daddy

- Mom shaming

- Angel baby and her baby doll hint

- Angel baby, a new friend, a jealous Harry

- The Terrible Two’s and a dinner party tantrum 

- Couple weeks away and angel baby doesn’t recognize him

- He’s tired and you’re needy**

- MSG, a delayed flight, and disappointed Harry

- He told you not to wear the jacket…

- Harry’s testy and angel baby pushes his last button

- You’re mourning and his heart is breaking

- Soft harry and a very public make out session

- A girl crush cover and an uncomfortable Camille.. 

- So he cheated… he thinks.

- So he cheated… he thinks. (Part II)

- “Worst Daddy Ever”

- “Worst Daddy Ever” (Part II)

- Daddy’s cheating..

- A broken phone.. and a very angry Harry

- A broken phone.. and a very angry Harry (Part II)

- Daddy duties during a show

“What did you just call me?”

- It’s more than sex.. but not to him

- Caught by the kids**

- Your daughter is keeping a secret…

- Just friends.. and some feelings

- Angel baby goes to school.

- He’s sick and he just.. needs you

- When the baby moves

- MSG, sold out shows, and a proud bub

- Needs to be warm.. inside you**

- Another baby?

-Best friend Harry and his drunk confessions

- Best friend Harry and his drunk confessions (Part II)

- Why can’t we get pregnant?

- Why can’t we get pregnant? (Part II)

- The missus and their bub have a secret language, and Harry feels left out

- Surprise visit from your mom, mid-cuddle 

- Harry when his angel baby is sick

- You get a puppy, but he wants a baby

- The missus has a secret kink**

- And the baby doesn’t listen..

- Post break up run ins

- Welcome to the world, angel

- Okay, he really wants a baby

- Okay, he really wants a baby (Part II)

- Cheating rumors 

- He forgets an important event

- He forgets an important event (Part II)

- So he confirms he’s in a relationship..

Prompt Requests:

“I miss you..”

“You look just like mummy”

“You’re keeping something from me… I can tell”

“Are you drunk?”

“Just go, I wanna be alone”


- Holiday (incomplete)


9 Months /i/ /ii/

enjoy, my inbox is always open xx.

The Boy Next Door

Of all the things she could’ve ordered, it had to be a sex toy.  And of all the people who could’ve been her neighbor, it just had to be coffee shop Harry. 

Helloooo my loves, this is part one of my college AU story!!!  I was going to hold off on posting it, but what can I say? I’m incredibly proud of it and wanted you guys to share my excitement.  This all started as a request from a lovely anon, and my brain took the request and spun it into this huge, long, college AU that I’m so excited and nervous for you guys to read.  Enjoy!!! xx


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My Biggest Regret

Originally posted by pinkharold

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Summary: Christmas fic where Harry left you when you told him you were pregnant and you run into him at a party 

A/N: this took forever and I’m sorry! But I would really love to make this into a series! If anyone has any requests to do with this AU please send me an ask!

italics = flashback

He wasn’t meant to be here.

Niall had assured you a thousand times he would not be in attendance at his annual Christmas party. You rarely ever attended parties that were hosted by your mutual friends out of fear that you would run into him. Not that you really had time for parties anymore. Being a single mum really was a full-time job.

But Niall had also reassured you this year’s Christmas party would be more of a family-friendly affair rather than the alcohol-heavy house parties he used to host in the holiday season. So that morning you had dressed your little one-year-old son in the elf costume you had been dying to make him wear all December. Niall had insisted that everyone had to be Christmas themed in the way you dressed, so you decided to go the extra mile and get a Mrs Claus dress especially.

At least Niall hadn’t been lying about the family-friendly part.

You had been absolutely enjoying yourself. You had been able to catch up with some people who you hadn’t seen in a long time and introduce them to Alex. You had barely even held him for the past hour you had been there because everyone was so eager to have their turn holding him. You were really beginning to regret hiding Alex away from this group of people, just because they were friends with his dad. After all, they were your friends too.

That is until he walked in.

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Confessions in Jamaica (h.s.)

so my friend, @dunkirkc had requested this so long ago but i’ve been so busy writing other stuff but i’ve finally pushed myself to finish writing this. i’ve also been super busy with school ugh. the next writing i’ll be posting soon is the part 2 of Forbidden. hope you like this xx 

Originally posted by hxrryonce

i love how he jams out to his own music. precious baby he is. 

You were on your way to the studio straight from the airport in London. You anxiously tap your foot against the floor of the car, the cab driver honking at other cars through the crowded traffic. 

It was pouring outside, the same old gloomy and cold weather in London. You remember it exactly how the last time you came. 

You stomach swirled in nervousness and excitement when you got closer and closer to the building. 

You were on your way to see one of your closet friends, Harry, who you missed dearly and have known for about three years now. He had no idea you were coming. He thought you were still back in your home town on the other side of the ocean when he talked to you on the phone earlier. He kept mentioning how he wanted to fly out to see you before he left for two months to work on his album, hidden away from the world. 

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The Signs

Just do it, you coward. Just do it, just do it, just do it!

Okay, you’re going to do it. You’re going to tell him how you feel. It was a huge risk you were taking, you cared about your friendship with Harry but it’s not like you were best friends. You had someone to fill that category already so you wouldn’t be completely alone if you lost him.

If you lost him

Words you could hardly bear to even think. Words that nearly made you stop in your tracks, turn around and run home. But it was now or never.

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Originally posted by pinkharold


(A/N: if you’re into choking and denial and a very vERY dom Harry, then tHIS IS THE PIECE FOR YOU, HOPE YOU ENJOY ;D)

When Harry woke up this morning, he was expecting to do his usual routine. Stretch his body, glance over at Y/N, pepper kisses all over her face until she woke up.

Instead he was awaken by his hands tied with one of his scarfs, and a very mischievous girl straddling his waist.

He was still half asleep as he tried tugging his hands to run them over his face. They were bounded together over his head, with Y/N’s warm mouth nipping at the side of his jawline, his mind was getting fuzzier by the second. Her hand cupped the opposite side of his jaw, grinning once her mouth met the corner of his own.

“Morning H….” Harry narrowed his eyes up at her tugging at his hands again.

“Wha’ is all this?!” Harry grumbled tilting his head up to see the scarf bounded around the railing of the headboard, which lead to his wrists being tied off.

Y/N only giggled as she followed her eyes up to look at his wrists, walking her fingers up his bare chest. “Just thought I would… punish you this time…?”

Harry rose his eyebrows moving his eyes back to hers before squinting his eyes.

“‘Scuse me?”

“You heard me.” Y/N responded bluntly tapping her cheek with her finger. “Sometimes… daddy needs to be punished too.. not just me.”

He clenched his jaw shaking his head, keeping his eyes dead-locked on hers. “This isn’t how it works petal…. be a good girl an’ get these this tie off or else-“

“Or else what?” She challenges blinking down at him in mock innocenence. “Last time I checked…. you are tied to the bed post… not me.. unless you want me to just leave you here?”

Harry shut his eyes, inhaling a deep breath before looking up at her. “Why am I even tied up in the first place!”

Y/N glanced between his lips and his eyes, propping up her head in her hand. “Well… unless you’ve ordered it and it’s on it’s way… someone hasn’t bought me my baby pink set..”

Harry pressed his lips together trying to hide a smirk. “Tha’s why you tied me up then… because I haven’ bought your baby pink set.” Y/N nodded pouting her lips out a bit.

“You said you would by it soon.”

“I jus’ bought you everythin’ else a few days ago.”

“Yeah but I want it now.” Harry sighed flopping his head back on the pillow.

Stubborn little thing you are I swear….” He mumbles under his breath shaking his head.

Y/N leaned down pressing a long peck against his mouth. “Learning from the best.”

Their mouths connected lazily and slow, the sleep very evident in Harry’s kissing, they both couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. Y/N moved her mouth to press open mouthed kisses down the sides of his jaw, trailing them to nibble at the lobe of his ear. Harry tilted his head for her, deciding to let Y/N have her way with him just for now.

Her hot mouth sucked at the pulse point making Harry tug at the restraints, clenching his jaw to keep his noises to himself. He lifted his head up to look down at her, watching her kiss between his pectorals, and trace the butterfly with her tongue. Y/N’s eyes were looking up at him in the most innocent way possible, but she knew exactly what she was doing and it was driving him mad. One of her hands rested just above his belly button, letting her mouth over his semi hard cock hidden behind his white briefs. He could feel the heat of her mouth through the flimsy fabric, letting out a shaky breath keeping his eye on her. Y/N glanced up at him through her eyelashes, trying to hide her smile before using her other hand and tug at the waistband of his boxers.

“What do you want me to do hmm?” Harry narrowed his eyes looking down at her.

“You know what to do love…. no need to ask me.” The way he emphasized the petname make Y/N know that it wasn’t a term of endearment, but rather a warning that she was creeping more towards crossing the line. Y/N could only smirk, he was bound to the railing, he could just rip them off but she knew deep inside he loved switching places with her, even if it was just for a second.

She knelt on her knees as she tugged down his briefs down his legs, tossing them off the bed finally. Her teeth dug into her lower lip trailing her nails just barely touching the inside of his thighs. Harry twitched pressing his lips together, slightly shifting under her hands. Y/N leaned down pressing her lips over the tiger tattoo on his thigh, lying on her stomach between his legs. Her eyes dazing up at him as her hand wrapped around his base, letting her lower lip drag underneath and up his cock. Her lips finally wrapping around the tip, suckling softly. Harry hissed in through his teeth, digging his nails into the skin of his palms. Her mouth lazily mouthed up and down his prick, letting her warm mouth fully engulf him. His body felt like it was on fire, just wanting to wrap his hand around her neck and make her gag on his cock. He was hopelessly bound and could only lift his hips up towards her mouth to get what he wanted. Y/N pulled back when his hips lifted up, letting a thin line of her saliva connect from the top of his cock to her bottom lip. Harry nearly let out a whimper is discomfort when her hot mouth wasn’t covering him anymore. Y/N shook her head pouting in a mockful away.

“Don’t you know what patience is..?” Harry looked at her with a sharp stare, their eyes locked in a heavy stare down. Her eyes were twinkling with mischief, while his were burning with anger. Her hand remained wrapped around his cock, slowly starting to move it up and down again, trailing her lips up the middle of his torso. Harry’s breaths were stuttered, the feeling of her hand not as good as her mouth, but still better than staring at her cocky face. God, he just wanted to shove his dick in her mouth and focus her back into who was really in charge.

Their lips refocused back onto each other, her hand not losing its pace, and Harry’s desire just increasing. His head lifted up off the pillow as she tried to pull back her lips from his, eagerly wrapping them back around her bottom lip and sinking his teeth into the plush skin. Y/N whined at the pinprick of pain but pleasure as his teeth remained in her lower lip. He sucked it until it was swollen, letting it go and having Y/N blink a couple times. Harry licked over his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as her hand tightened around his cock, making a choked moan get stuck in his throat. Her eyes stuck on his as she saw the butterfly on his tummy start to tremble upon the skin. Y/N dropped her head down to bite down on the hinge of his jaw, letting her free hand wrap around his throat and smirking against the skin once she felt his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Her lips sweetly pressing to his cheek completely contradicting the way her hand was sinfully moving down his cock. Y/N looks down at him brushing her lips against his chin, making his eyes open in a haze, looking up at her. She couldn’t help but smile seeing the state she had put him in, his cheeks were completely flushed, and his mouth was parted, flushed raspberry pink. It was rare she ever got to see this side of him, she was going to take full advantage.

“Ask me to cum..” Y/N murmured against his panting lips, making his eyes open a bit more before shaking his head.

“I don’ beg Y/N… let alone ask t’cum..” Harry mumbled lowly tugging at the restraints harder, making Y/N glance up at his bound wrists.

Sweetie…. I would listen if I were you…” Y/N hummed out, gently applying pressure around his neck. Harry looked up at her blinking a few times, feeling all of his senses heightened. Her hand wrapped around his cock was feeling warmer and warmer by the second. He was so close to cumming. He can feel it in the dip of his tummy. Y/N felt herself get soaked at the way Harry’s eyes started to gloss over, his whines slowly getting higher in pitch.

Then she stopped.

Harry let out a gasp of shock quickly tugging at his hands.

“N-no no no no please no come back.” Harry choked out feeling the ache in his cock, and eyes start welling up shaking his hand. Y/N’s hand were stationed at his chest looking down at him with big eyes, never having seeing him so helpless and begging like this. Part of her felt bad at the thought of letting him go on his day uncomfortably.

“Shh sh sh sh baby…” Y/N murmured cupping his cheeks, pecking over his lips slowly to get his breathing back to normal. “I’ll let you cum just relax..” She whispered brushing her nose against his.

Harry looked up at her tilting his head to sink his teeth down into her jaw, making her eyes flutter shut.

“Untie me… please… jus’ one hand will do I-I jus’ wanna touch you sweetheart.. please…?” Harry whined against her jaw, pulling back and looking up at her with soft eyes.

Y/N looked down at him, somehow locked in a trance before undoing one side of his hands, letting it go from its restraint. Harry looked up seeing his one hand free, immediately moving that hand to press on the middle of her back to press their chests together. His mouth hungrily connected back to hers, his hand now being able to roam down her back and through her hair. He tangled his fingers through her hair, tugging it back so her neck was taut for him. He tugged her head down to let his mouth mark every inch of skin over her neck. Y/N fluttered her eyes shut letting one of hands rest over the one hand of his that was still wrapped in the scarf. She let out a mix between a moan and a whine when his teeth sunk into her sweet spot, immediately sucking to bring color to the surface. Her hips pressed down into him, trying to squirm away from his greedy mouth. Harry finally pulled back looking up at her getting worked up himself again.

“Ride me righ’ now… need you…” His statement was stern but the wobble in his voice made Y/N quickly shed off the rest of the clothes she had worn to bed. Harry’s eyes took in her whole body, completely losing himself once again at everything about her. He swallowed thickly looking up at you at grabbing her jaw, tugging her head down to his. Her eyes had been submissive this whole time. Though he was tied up, he had full control of her.

“Keep your eyes righ’ on me… slip me in..” Harry murmured against her parted lips making her nod quickly. Her hand reached in between their bodies, grabbing his cock and feeling the tip tap against her entrance. Y/N shuddered resting her forehead against his before slowly sinking down onto his cock.

Y/N’s mouth dropped as her hips moved down his dick. It was taking every ounce of her to keep her eyes open to look at him when all she wanted to do was shut her eyes and burying her face into her neck. Harry’s eyes didn’t move one centimeter, tightening his grip on her jaw as he lifted his hips up to nudge the final bit of him in her. Y/N let out a choked whine when his cock nudged up in her. Her hand wrapped around his wrist tightly turning her head to slip her mouth around his thumb as she started moving her hips. Harry parted his lips watching her, letting out breathy moans and whines as he felt her cunt throb around him. His hips moving up to meet her each time, making her whine around his thumb, pulling back and pressing her mouth needily against his. Harry moves his mouth against hers just as deep, wrapping his full arm around her lower back before holding her down against him and thrusting his hips up into hers. Y/N moves to cup his jaw, letting him swallow up all her whines, completely at his mercy. Her mouth dropped from his gasping out and squirming once his hips pressed into hers, the spongy spot of her walls nudged by the top of his cock. He wouldn’t let her move looking up at her with battered breaths. He tugged at his hand still stuck, letting her get the message before she untied it. Both his hands now free, using that arm to wrap around her upper back. Y/N was completely trapped by him.

All she could smell, see, taste, hear, touch, was him.

He slowly began moving his hips back up to hers again, keeping her body pressed against his. Y/N dropped her head slightly to cry out every time his cock would hit that spot. His mouth eagerly pressing under her ear to nip at the skin, tugging at her hair to keep it out of the way. She was completely indulged into Harry. His mouth, his hands, his cock, she felt like she was melting into him.

Harry…” Y/N whined against his jaw gripping the side of his neck. She could barely get her words out before she felt her tummy coil and tense.

Harry pulled back and slipped himself out of her making Y/N cry looking down at him with big eyes.

All she could see was a stupid smirk on his face.

Oh, you wanted to cum?” Harry asked looking at her curiously. Y/N blinked slowly, feeling her release slip away just as his did earlier.


“Think it was smart to tie daddy up like tha’ huh..?” Harry turned them over quickly so she was now on her back.

She looked at him biting at her lip swallowing thickly.

“You know full well of the rules sweetheart… ‘m not letting you cum so easy after teasing me like tha…” Harry clicked his tongue sitting back on his heels. His eyes took her helpless state all in, seeing the way she was trembling and itching for her release, the regret all over her face knowing she would be cumming all she wanted if she didn’t tie him up. She was just too damn stubborn.

“Turn around.”

Y/N looked up at him whining before pouting and lying on her stomach, crossing her arms under her head. Harry shook his head smiling as he trailed his fingers up the back of her thighs.

“‘Ave to punish you baby…. do good girls act like tha’?”

Y/N shook her head pressing her cheek to the pillow. She yelped feeling his hand slap down on her ass.

“Asked you a question..”

“N-No daddy…” Y/N mumbles, whining out once his hand lied down again on the same spot.

“You know I hate punishin’ you petal…. bu’ you need to learn your lessson..” Harry murmured before rubbing his hand over the sore, red spot.

His scooted closer, tapping his cock against one of her cheeks, making Y/N feel the pre cum bubbling at the tip of his cock. He pressed his hand over her lower back as he nudged his cock into her once again. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, the new angle intensifying her feelings. Both of them now chasing a release. Harry moved to rest both of his hands on either side of her body, rolling his hips into hers at a steady pace. Y/N’s moans were half muffled by the pillow she had lied upon. Her hands fisted the pillow on either side of her head as she let him take her as he pleased. Harry’s hair was flopping into his eyes, looking down to see the way his cock was properly soaked every time he was thrust out. He leaned down pressing his hot mouth up across her upper back, trailing them up to her shoulder and meeting the corner of her mouth. Her eyes peaked open lazily lifting her head to look at him. One of his arm slipping under her head, so she now had a place to rest her head, his other arm sneaking between the bed and her body to pinch at her clit.

“Oh fuck yes right there!” Y/N whined against the skin over his forearm, arching her ass back to meet his hips. Harry’s forehead was pressed against her temple, grunting each time her cunt squeezed around his cock.

“Naughty little thing you are…. loved getting fucked by daddy’s cock yeah..? Can feel it righ’ here yeah?” He emphasized by moving his hand by her clit, pressing it to her tummy where she could feel him. She nodded eagerly, feeling her body heat up even more as he need to cum became more and more.

Fucking love you like this…” Y/N let out through a moan turning her mouth to press against his bicep. Harry looked down at her grinning lazily pressing his lips to the nape of her neck.

Dirty little mouth too….” Harry murmured against her skin, now slamming harder against her bum, their skin slapping together in a vulgar sound.

Y/N couldn’t help but bite into his bicep each time his cock pressed into her, Harry growled at the pain, clenching his jaw together feeling it deep in his cock. He was about to burst. Harry leaned his body weight to one side, clutching her body against his as he let his hips move accordingly, feeling himself begin to spill. Y/N followed close behind, trembling against him.

“Atta girl…. tha’s it.… my pretty girl… ‘ve got you…..” Harry cooed against her ear as he thrusted lazily to ride out both her highs.

Y/N flopped lifelessly into the bed panting out. Harry peaked his head over gently kissing her cheek.

Hey… don’t die on me.” Y/N giggles lazily licking over her lips as she turned to her to look at him.

“Would be the best way to die in my opinion.” Harry rolled his eyes chuckling and moving to attach their lips sweetly. Y/N thumbed over her bicep as their lips moved together, rubbing at the glistening skin soothingly.

Harry pulled back letting out a sigh of content, flopping his head back down next to hers. Y/N kissed over the mark she lied on his bicep earlier, ruffling through his hair softly. After settling down, they were put into a content atmosphere.

Y/N looked at his relaxed face, pecking over his lips. “Baby..”

Harry hummed in response keeping his eyes shut.

“You know….. about that…. baby pink set?”

Harry groaned looking at her shaking his head. “You are jus’ insatiable aren’t you…”

Y/N gigged kissing over the mark by his mouth, rubbing her feet against his calf, making his dimple appear as he smirked.

He thinks she’s suffered enough, maybe he’ll get the baby pink set after al.

Sweet Creatures.

Request: Harry’s toddler runs on stage + dad! harry fluff. 

“But daddy,” Your 2 years old baby girl pouted, reaching out with her arms as she was carried by you. 

“Emma, you’re going to see me, baby but I really have to go now.” Harry sighed, approaching her. 

“Daddy’s going to be late, Em.” Your wise-beyond-his-years 4 years old Tommy said, one hand clutching your top. 

You smiled down at your son before looking at the fussing toddler in your arms. “The sooner you stop fussing, the quicker daddy will be done.” 

Harry nodded at what you said before leaning to kiss Emma’s forehead. “Be good, yeah? Won’t be long.” He then kneeled down to embrace Tommy in a hug. 

“Good luck, daddy! Love you.” Tommy grinned, leaving a sloppy kiss on Harry’s cheek which Harry never minded. 

“Thanks, buddy. I love you, too.” He grinned at his son before standing up and leaning to press a kiss to your waiting lips. 

“Go own the crowd, H. I’m so proud of you.” You smiled at him as he stood in his cream colored floral suit. 

The grin never left his face as he pressed another kiss to your lips, grateful to have his supportive wife through this. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” You replied, watching as he got ready to go on stage. 

You cooed at Emma who sighed and hugged you, nuzzling her head in your neck. You frowned when you felt wetness on your neck, realizing that your youngest was crying. “Hey, hey, baby,” You sighed, holding Tommy’s hand with your hand as you walked towards a couch that was backstage where you were, still managing to see your husband greet the audience.

You seated Emma on your lap and helped Tommy beside you before looking at Emma and wiping her tears. “As soon as daddy is done, we’ll go out to get ice cream.” You tried to reason. 

“But I want daddy now.” She sniffled. 

It was obvious that Emma was daddy’s girl while Tommy was a total mummy’s boy. Emma was very clingy to her daddy, you had joked about it a few times, saying that it seemed like it was Harry who carried her for 9 months. 

“Awe, you don’t want me? Don’t want mummy?” You pouted. 

“Mummy no pout,” She pulled at your lips to have you smile instead. “I wuv mummy but I want daddy.” 

“Is daddy going to sing Chain Chain, mummy?” Tommy asked.

 You chuckled, looking at him. “Yes, baby. He’s going to sing The Chain tonight.” You pushed his curly hair out of his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. “Don’t you love The Chain, Ems? The one daddy sang when aunt Gem was visiting?” You smiled at her. 

She smiled, nodding. “Chain chain.”

“Let’s go stand so we can watch daddy, yeah? No more crying, baby. Hate it when you cry.” You smile, kissing her forehead. 

You let Emma down, one hand holding Tommy’s and the other holding Emma’s. 

You grinned as your eyes caught your husband on stage, who was grooving to Woman as he was seemingly lost in the euphoria of the adrenaline of doing what he loves. You and your kids twirled each other, dancing to the song and singing to each other. 

Harry’s eyes looked towards you, instantly grinning at the sight before looking out at the audience. As the song came to an end, Tommy laughed out loud, clapping his hands in excitement while Emma was tugging at your hand towards the stage. “Mummy! Pwease! Pwease mummy!” 

“Baby, no. We can’t.” You shook your head. Before you can process what was happening, she gave you a mischievous grin before letting go of your hand and running on stage with a squeal. You and Tommy gasped, eyes wide before Tommy looked at you, trying to stifle his giggles by hiding his mouth behind his hands. 

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as the audience’s screams grew louder before feeling something - or more like someone - wrapping their arms around his leg. He laughed when he looked down, seeing his daughter looking at him with doe eyes and a grin. He looked towards you, seeing you giving him a sheepish smile and shrug with Tommy laughing beside you. Harry lifted Emma in his arms, standing behind his microphone. “You couldn’t wait, you little bear, could you?” He grinned at her. 

Emma shook her head, giggling as she clung to his neck. Harry looked at you once again, motioning with his hand to join him. Your eyes widened and you shook your head before patting Tommy’s back. “Go join daddy, baby.” 

A second later, Tommy had ran to his daddy who was kneeling with his arm open that didn’t have Emma in, feeling his oldest run in. Carrying his two kids in his arms, he looked at Tommy, “Why don’t you tell all these people your name?” 

With blushing cheeks, Tommy leaned closer to the microphone, looking at the audience in front of him. “My name is Tommy Robin Styles. Hi.” 

Everyone cheered, making him nuzzle his head in Harry’s neck and Emma to clap for her brother. Harry’s chest vibrated with chuckles before kissing his son’s curly hair. He looked at Emma who instantly leaned to the microphone, “Hi! I’m Emma Anne Stywes. I’m 2!” Everyone awed, Harry and you laughing at your daughter’s straightforwardness.  

“You both want to stay with daddy for the next song? Help me out because I forgot the lyrics?” He rocked them in his arms, eyes moving back and forth on them. They eagerly nodded, getting ready. “What about Sweet Creature?” 

Again, they both nodded. Before the music began, someone came with two mics, making Harry set his kids to their feet with each one holding a mic as the soft music began. 

“Sweat creature. Had another talk about where it’s going wrong.” Harry sang, kneeling between his kids and nodding at them to continue. 

“But we’re still young,” They both sang, “We don’t know where we’re going but we know where we belong.” 

Harry grinned at the harmony they created. “Oh, we started, two hearts in one home. It’s hard when we argue, we’re both stubborn, I know.” 

They both began excitedly singing the chorus, making Harry chuckle as his eyes welled up with tears, watching his own kids sing his song. He left them at it, occasionally helping them out with the lyrics softly and his grin only widening whenever they sang the chorus. He watched as Tommy wrapped his arm around his sister’s shoulders, bringing her closer to him. 

Harry looked at you, seeing you were in the same emotional state as him; wiping your tears with a warm smile as you watched your family. He caught your eyes and mouthed the words that held so much meanings, “I love you.” 

tears. I’m in tears.