My mother insists that I write you to formally thank you for speaking on behalf of us at the Wizengamot. Without your testimony, we most certainly would have faced time in Azkaban.
So: thank you.
If you were expecting any heartfelt words of gratitude, then you’ve mistaken me for those hero worshippers who submit their amateur poetry about you to The Daily Prophet. Even as a child, I could write better poetry than that.
Hoping to never speak to you again,
Please pass my appreciation on to your mother. I sincerely hope she is well.
As for you, I don’t need or expect your gratitude. That’s not why I helped you. You wouldn’t understand this of course, but those of us who have a heart, help others simply just to help others.
I also happen to enjoy and appreciate the notes people leave in The Daily Prophet for me. I’ve never heard any poetry from you, so I wouldn’t be so quick to throw stones.
Wishing you horrible misfortune,
Don’t give me that load of crock, Potter. Even heroes have ulterior motives.
I also highly doubt you enjoyed last week’s poem: “I see Harry Potter’s emerald eyes, they sparkle and shine, all magic defies.” What does that even mean?
Seeing through your media-trained lies,
Malfoy. You only think I’m lying because you can’t comprehend anyone’s perspective but your own.
That poem was heartfelt and thoughtful. I have a copy of it on my fridge - that’s a muggle appliance.
Remember how Ron Weasley sat with Harry on the Hogwarts Express his first day of Hogwarts not only because it was the only place, but because he saw that Harry was sitting alone?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley wrote home to his mother that Harry wasn’t expecting any Christmas presents so that she could send him something?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Neville Longbottom that he was worth 12 of Malfoy?
Remember when “Ron was the only one who stood by him”?
Remember when 12 year old Ron Weasley sacrificed himself to a chess game so that Harry could move ahead to stop Snape (Quirrell) from getting the Philosopher’s Stone?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley fiercely defended Hermione when Malfoy called her a mudblood?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was terrified of spiders but went following them into the forest anyways for his friend?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley turned up at Harry’s house in the middle of the night to rescue him because he was worried that Harry wasn’t answering his letters?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed at Hogwarts over Christmas because he didn’t want his best friend to be lonely?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley completely took over the studying for Buckbeak’s trial?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood on a broken leg in front of his best friend and told the man they thought was a mass murderer that if he wanted to kill Harry he would have to kill him as well?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was personally insulted and guilty about the fact that he had been keeping the man who had betrayed his best friend’s parents as a pet?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Harry that they were coming to get him whether or not his aunt and uncle liked it?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was the thing that Harry would miss most, even after he had fought with him just earlier that year?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley gave up time he could have been studying for his exams to help Harry prepare for the third task?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley used his powers as a prefect to defend Harry to the students who thought that Harry was lying about You-Know-Who?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley kept standing by his best friend all year even though it labelled him as a liar as well?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley fully supported the idea of Harry teaching them Defence Against the Dark Arts and stood up for him to Zacharias Smith who was being extremely rude to Harry?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was absolutely furious about what Umbridge was doing to Harry in his detentions?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley removed the junk from on top of the knitting that Hermione put out to free the house elves because he knew it would be insulting and rude for them to pick it up without realizing it?
Rember that time when Ron Weasley supported Harry’s decision to talk to Sirius telling Hermione that Harry could “make his own decisions”?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley immediately agreed to go and save Sirius from the ministry?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stood by Harry even after hearing about the prophecy which said that his best friend would either be killed by Voldemort or kill Voldemort?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley helped Harry find out what horcruxes were and get the memory from Slughorn?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley told Hermione to lay off on Harry about the Potions book and cursing Malfoy, because obviously Harry never wanted to hurt anybody?
Remember when Ron Weasley supported his best friend even though he was dating his little sister?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley stayed and defended Hogwarts when Death Eaters broke into the castle, even though he could have stayed safe by staying away?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley agreed to leave school to help his best friend destroy the horcruxes and told him that they would be there whatever happened?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley risked his life by taking the form of Harry to help him get safely away from Privet Drive?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley was a source of comfort to Hermione when she was upset about the fact that her parents didn’t remember who she was?
Remember that time when Ron was the source of all of the important information on the ministry when Harry, Ron, and Hermione needed to break in to get the horcrux?
Remember how Ron kept wearing the horcrux even though it was affecting him in a way much stronger than it did Harry and Hermione? Remember how he did that without complaint, accepting that it was all of their jobs to wear it?
Remember how Ron Weasley regretted leaving the moment he did?
Remember how he came back and saved Harry’s life?
Remember how Ron Weasley knew there was no excuse for him, but came back anyways, not expecting his friends to forgive him, but because he had promised he would be there?
Remember how Ron became the driving force of the trio after he came back, keeping them moving and on track, trying to make up for his mistake, still not expecting to be forgiven or even feeling like he deserved it?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley flat out refused to hand over Harry to Xeno Lovegood in exchange for Luna?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley screamed for him to be tortured instead of Hermione at Malfoy Manor? Remember how he ran around screaming her name and sobbing, wishing it was him instead of her?
Remember when Ron Weasley discovered a way to destroy the cup and made sure to get it destroyed?
Remember that time when Ron Weasley defended the House Elves saying that they couldn’t order them all to die for them?
Remember how Ron Weasley screamed out in defiance against Voldemort after they believed Harry to be dead? Remember how he continued to fight even though he knew what would happen if they lost?
Remember when Ron was the very best friend that someone could ever even ask for and how he was so loyal, kind, brave, and just an all around great guy?
Remember how Ron Weasley was a teenage boy who made mistakes but always acknowledged them and apologized, and never tried to make it seem like he didn’t do anything wrong? Remember how when he messed up he always worked hard to make his relationships stronger afterwards?
Ron Weasley is a great friend. Anyone who disagrees can fight me.
Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor tower when he saw it, a corn snake, the thickest part of it was about as round as his thumb and it was only about a foot long. It was pale almost white, an albino, but the pale yellow-orange markings along it’s back had been charmed to a vibrant green.
Harry glanced around for the owner but the hallway was empty, there wasn’t even the sound of retreating footsteps.
He dropped into a crouch next to the snake doggedly slithering along the stones and hissed a quiet greeting, “Hello, little one, are you lost?”
The snake lifted its head, looking as startled as a snake can to be talked to by a human. The snake seemed to think a great while before she answered in a prim tone, “No. I am certain of my way but I am cold. I would warm myself with your heat.”
Harry held out his hand and the little snake slid into it, her small little body was chilled from the stone floor. He stood and leaned back against the wall, cupping the snake in both hands, “Where are you going?” he asked.
The snake flicked her tongue, “You would know my business without even asking my name or offering your own? Are all humans so rude?”
Harry blinked and then grinned, “No, just me probably,” he hissed apologetically, “May I ask what your name is?”
“You may,” the snake said bobbing her head slightly in something like a nod, “Among my own I was known as Little White. My human calls me something like Morning, it is not a name I recognize or could pronounce in the proper tongue.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Little White. I am Harry Potter but you may call me what you like,” Harry said.
Little White raised her head higher, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at him.
“Would you like any help?” Harry asked again now that the introductions were complete.
Little White flicked her tongue out furiously, “It appears I require no more help as it was you I was looking for, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced, he really did not like the literal representation of his name in parsel tongue.
“I was headed to your nest,” Little White said, “I thought perhaps I could do something, as hopeless as it is to try and do anything with most of your kind. You are all intolerably stupid. I am pleased to know you can at least manage the true tongue.”
“Thank you?” Harry said, grinning in something between amusement and disbelief at this little snake’s cheek.
Little White regally dipped her head again, “You are most welcome, Hairy Pot-Maker.”
Harry winced again, “I would rather you didn’t call me that. Really, anything else would be better.”
“Then should I call you raven-locked or emerald eye or perhaps hearts-desire?” Little White asked archly.
“What?” Harry blinked in surprise.
Little White shifted in his palms to a spot with more warmth, “My human calls you those things, amongst others in the silence of his den. I do not understand ‘love’ and 'desire’. It makes little sense to me. A snake seeks the company of other snakes only to mate and then they separate. Yet you humans seem drawn to one another often.” she cocked her head slightly, “Perhaps it is your warmth, I can understand that. Human warmth is very desirable, a pair of humans might share warmth together.”
“…So you wanted to help your human?” Harry asked, feeling a little flushed that someone, a Slytherin someone, had a crush on him.
“Yes. He is heart-sick for wanting you yet he will not speak his desire. He believes you would be opposed, to the point of anger or even violence.” Little White said, watching him intently.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Harry hurriedly assure her.
“I believe this of you,” Little White said, thoroughly unimpressed with him, “Despite his wanting of you I find it unlikely that you are worthy. My human is very warm and provides fine mice for me. He calls me beautiful. I would not share his warmth.”
Harry’s brow furrowed, “but weren’t you coming to try and help him?”
“I have changed my mind,” Little White said. “Put me down.”
“I could take you back to him?” Harry offered, mostly out of politeness.
Little White turned her head away, “I would not have him look upon you, ever again.”
Harry felt a little dumbstruck. He was about to kneel and put the little snake when he heard running footsteps and turned to look. Malfoy was running down the hallway, his robes flapping around him, his swept back hair falling down around his face. He had his wand in his hand, doing what appeared to be a point me spell.
Malfoy zeroed in on Harry and his cupped hands immediately and stomped over as if he wasn’t a flustered, faintly flushed mess, “Did you find a snake, a white snake with green markings?”
Harry silently lowered his hands so Malfoy could better see.
“Morgana!” Malfoy cried in relief, he reached out to take her and then pulled back as if he didn’t want to touch Harry.
Before Harry would have interpreted that action in an entirely different way. He felt a little dizzy.
Malfoy held his hand out, “My snake, if you please, Potter.”
Little White was flicking her tongue furiously at Harry, “You do not look at my human like that! I have decided and will not share!”
Harry glanced down at her, feeling a smile on his lips. He looked back up, Malfoy was looking rather cute. He dropped his cupped hands onto Malfoy’s warm palm, letting Little White slip down and wrap around securely around Malfoy’s wrist. Harry curled one hand around Malfoy’s tracing his fingers over the back of Malfoy’s hand. He watched Malfoy’s face flush faintly, a shiver going through his hand, the rest of him seemed to be frozen in place.
Harry said, “I was was thinking-”
Little White lunged out, biting Harry’s thumb.
Harry jerked his hand back, mostly out of shock. The little snake couldn’t really hurt him.
She pulled back, her body still raised high in warning, “I said No!”
“Morgana! Why did you-! Don’t do that!” Malfoy hissed looking a little panicked and telling Harry, “She’s never done that before. You must have just startled her.”
“I’m sure,” Harry said glaring at her. He smiled at Malfoy, “As I was going to say, do you want to go out sometime?”
Malfoy flushed even pinker, “What?”
“On a date,” Harry said, tempted to reach out and touch Malfoy again but deciding against it, “I thought maybe we could share some warmth together.”
Malfoy searched his expression and then hesitantly nodded.
Little White muttered, “I’m going to shit in your shoes.”
A/N: This a requested imagine about Harry getting protective with y/n when a guy starts to hit on her at a party. (Harry looks kind of annoyed in this gif but it’s really hot?? the daddy vibes got me feeling some type of way. Anyways let’s get on with it)
Warnings: Smut, a guy being pushy with a girl also PSA i did not proof read so warning you of typos, v sorry I’m tired but i want to get this out!
It was Harry’s first night back in town and you could not be more excited. As much as you loved seeing him living his dream, it was always hard to be away from him when he was on tour. All that sadness was forgotten now, as the two of you and a couple of your friends decided to go out to celebrate Harry’s return.
“Where’s Y/N?” Gemma asked, as she stepped out of the car.
The day had been tense. By the time Gemma and Anne woke up Harry was in the kitchen. He kissed her on the cheek and she was out the door with a bag in her hand, a bag that Gemma knew costed a semester of college. When Anne brought it up Harry shut it down, ‘my house, my rules, treat her and talk about her the way you wish to be treated,’ he reminded them.
After some convincing Harry went out with them. They walked the streets of LA, and enjoyed their time. She wasn’t brought up and the tension seemed to fade.
“Yes why isn’t y/n spending time with us,” Anne says, her tone full of disgust as she said her name, “is she out shopping?”
Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “I thought it might be best if my family wasn’t down her throat all the time so she picked up an extra shift,” Harry answered.
“She works?” Anne asked, shock clear in her voice.
“Mum,” Harry says, “if you’re going to talk about her it will be in a nice way. She is my girlfriend, I love her. I see a future with her, and I will not have her run off because of you guys.”
“You won’t get my blessing,” Anne says firmly.
“They hate me, they literally hate me,” she says into the phone as she walks into her house.
She shuts the door behind her and tosses her keys on to the small table. She loved seeing Harry when she came home from work, but she was thankful to see the range rover out of the drive way today.
“I’m sure they don’t hate you,” Sarah says into the phone, and she was just glad that someone in Harry’s life liked her.
“They do, you should’ve heard what they were saying yesterday,” she sighs, “and my car broke down today. I had to have Stan pick me up and drive me to work and the drop me off at home.”
“Where’s your car now?”
“In the shop, it’s going to cost me over fifteen hundred to get it fixed,” she says, walking to the kitchen and grabbing some of the left over cookies, “I had to borrow money from my parents, and now I’m working doubles for the next three months so I can pay them back. And I know once Harry sees me working more he’s going to snoop.”
“Just tell him,” Sarah says.
“No way, I can’t he’ll want to fix it or buy me a new car, and a new car would be nice but I’m not ready to give up Vicky and she’s still useful.”
“Not really, this is the forth time you’ve gone to get her fixed, if Harry knew he would be mad,” Sarah responds.
“I know,” she groans, hoping on the stool.
“What are you going to tell Harry? Won’t he notice the missing car.”
“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she sighs, “maybe if I’m lucky Harry won’t even notice.”
“Notice what?” Harry asked, shrugging off his jacket as he walks in with his mother and sister, his eye brow is raised.
“I’ll call you later Sarah,” she says.
“Okay cool, bye.”
“What happened?” Harry asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” she says, “how was your day?”
“It was fine,” Gemma answered, “Harry showed us around, it’s a shame you couldn’t join us.”
She doesn’t sound sarcastic or rude and Harry smiled softly, “maybe we can all go out tonight?” Gemma asked, “I would really like to get to know you.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Y/N responds, taken back, “but I picked up another shift at the diner and I have to be back in three hours.”
“What? Why?” Harry asked, “was it your car? I didn’t see it out there. I told you it was a piece of crap, how much is it to get fixed?”
“Don’t worry about it,” she sighed.
“I’m worried if that means you’re going to be out all the time to try and pay it off when it will break down again,” Harry frowned, “I can help.”
“Of course you can,” Anne says, “just buy her the car shop.”
She frowns, hoping off the stool, “I’m really trying to not be rude Mrs. Twist,” she says, “but I do love your son and I don’t love him for his money.”
“I don’t believe it,” Anne says, “and just as I told Harry you won’t be getting my blessing.”
“I’m sorry Harry,” she says, “I love you, I really do and you know that, but I can’t be the reason you don’t get along with your mom.”
“Y/N,” Harry says, turning to her, his heart dropping, “please don’t.”
“I can’t Harry,” she shakes her head, “I just-I can’t. I need to go.”
She shoves past them, the door shutting behind her. Harry turns to Anne, his mother stands, looking at just where she stood.
“This is your fault,” Harry seethed, “this is all your fault!”
“Harry it’s for the best-”
“No!” Harry yelled, “she wasn’t after my money, she wasn’t after my fame! Y/N and I dated for six months before she even considered coming out in public with our relationship! Y/N was struggling with thousands of dollars to owe to a college and I helped her because I love her! I helped her because it meant she could pick up less shifts and be with me! Y/N has done nothing wrong, all she has done is love your son! She didn’t see me as the media portrayed me. The same media that called your son a womanizer, the same media that claimed I slept with thousands of girls, the same media that tries to tear me apart, you’ve seen what they can do!”
“Yes I paid off her loans, but she had most of them paid off, yes I bought this house but half the stuff in this house she has paid for! And yes I bought her a car because she always has that piece of garbage she calls a car in a shop. If roles were switched and she had a higher income I know she would do the same for me, but you just can’t accept that!” Harry yelled, “and now you’ve gone and driven away the one women who could put up with me. The one women who didn’t care about the Harry Styles, but cared about me.”
“I’m sorry,” Anne whispered, tears in her own eyes.
“Mr. Styles this is Mrs. Thatcher from your daughter’s daycare. How are you doing this afternoon?” You looked over at Harry as he put the call on speaker in the car. You knew by Harry’s face that he wasn’t expecting this call at all.
“Hi Mrs. Thatcher, is everything okay?” You knew by his tone that he was about to panic, and the fact he ignored her question about how he was doing was an obvious sign he was distraught.
“Yes your daughter is perfectly fine!” Her words instantly made Harry relax as he turned down the street your house was on. “But there have been a few incidents we thought you should be aware of.” You gave Harry a shrug when he turned and looked at you as if you knew what she was talking about.
“Uhm what incidents? Her teacher hasn’t told us about anything.” His tone was full of confusion because he was right, Delilah’s teacher hadn’t given the two of you the slightest notion that she had been doing anything wrong in class.
“Well Mr. Styles this is actually why I called you instead of your wife.” He rolled his eyes as you gave him a playful smirk as you reached for your water bottle in the cup holder. “It has to do with one of your songs.” You nearly choked on your water causing it to spill all down your shirt when her words hit your ears while Harry had to hide his laughter as he rolled the car into your driveway. You rolled your eyes as he wiggled his eyebrows at you when he saw water drip down your shirt and onto your shorts.
“One of my songs?” He asked as he put the car in park and looked around for some napkins to help you dry yourself off.
“Yes, she has been going around saying lyrics from one of your songs to her classmates.” The woman’s voice brought his focus back to the conversation instead of him digging in the glovebox for napkins. Harry snapped his head towards the entertainment center where he could see the name of the his daughter’s school on the screen.
“What song?” He looked at you with a confused look as you just gave him a shrug. You tried to remember what song off his album was her favorite at the moment and how that could in anyway get her in trouble. Harry gave you a weird look as your eyes went wide with the realization of the song she was probably going around singing.
“It’s called Kiwi?” It came out more like a question as if Mrs. Thatcher wasn’t sure if that really was the songs title or not. You had to cover your mouth with you hand as you tried to fight back the laugh. Harry’s cheeks went red as he pictured his five year old daughter running around screaming the lyrics to one of his more racy songs around a classroom full of little kids. “She keeps telling her classmates that they are going home to a cactus?” Harry had to hold back his laughter.
“Ah uhm yeah, that’s a line from the song.” His voice was apologetic and you just reached over and gave his thigh a pat.
“Also she’s been screaming the phrase it’s none of my business, she’s just showing a lot of aggression and we are a bit concerned where all this is coming from.” You gave Harry’s thigh a squeeze as you watched his ears turn red from embarrassment. He was twisting his hands together something that you knew he only did when he was nervous.
“Well it’s a bit of a rock n roll type song so she is just saying it in the tone that I sing it in. I am terribly sorry she is repeating lyrics from that song.” He gave you a small smile as he rubbed the top of your hand that was on his leg. “Her mother and I will have a talk with her when she gets home from school today.” He added and you gave him an approving nod.
“Thank you for your time Mr. Styles, I am sure this is just a phase. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.” With that Harry said a quick goodbye before ending the call. He turned his body so he was facing you and that’s when you finally let out all the laughter you were holding inside while he was on the phone.
“What are we gonna do with that daughter of ours?” He asked between fits of laughter, you just leaned over and gave his cheek a quick peck.
A few hours later you were entering the house with your five year old slowly walking behind you with her head hanging low. You had told her on the drive home that you were going to talk with her before dinner and she instantly started apologizing for things she thought were the reason you needed to have a talk with her.
“Hi my little love.” Harry’s voice was soft and sweet as you helped Delilah take off her backpack and hang it by the front door. She instantly perked up as she heard his voice coming from the kitchen. “Come help me with dinner yeah?” His head popped out from the doorway of the kitchen and he gave you a wink as Delilah took off towards him.
“Have a good day at school?” You asked her as you made your way into the kitchen to see what the two of them were up too. You smiled as you saw Harry standing in front of the stove while Delilah was standing beside him on her step stool handing him potatoes to drop into the boiling water.
“It was okay, my teacher gave me a star for using my manners at lunch time!” Her tiny voice was full of pride as she turned her head and gave you a big smile. Harry turned and looked at you giving you a small pout and you just gave him a stern look so he would get on with the conversation the two of you knew you had to have with her.
“That’s so good petal!” Harry’s voice was sweet and she looked up at him giving him a smile that caused her dimple to show. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of her head that was covered in soft brown curls.
“Well speaking of teachers we got a call from your school today.” You watched Delilah’s hands stop moving as you spoke, you leaned onto the counter and snatched a carrot off the cutting board in front of you. “Didn’t we Harry?” You added and Harry just nodded and you tossed the carrot at the back of his head causing him to flinch and Delilah to laugh. He snapped his head in your direction and you motioned to your daughter with your hands while mouthing “get on with it” causing him to just roll his eyes at you before going back to his pot on the stove.
“Mum isn’t bein very nice today.” You heard him mumble causing your daughter’s laughter to fill the kitchen. “But listen my little love,” his voice was firm but still had a sweetness to it. She turned her head so she was giving him her full attention. “You can’t go around saying lyrics to my songs at school anymore.” She gave him a confused look at she folded her arms across her chest.
“Why?” Harry gave you a look as if he was asking for help and you just rolled your eyes as you walked around the island and bent down so you could be eye level with Delilah.
“Because love, the lyrics to daddy’s songs aren’t suitable for school. People might think you’re being a bit rude when you say them.” You watched her turn to face you and her little green eyes were squinted as if she was in deep thought.
“But daddy says them,” she pointed towards Harry, “and people don’t think he’s rude.” Harry gave you a smug look causing you to playfully roll your eyes.
“Daddy’s job is to sing those songs on stage at concerts lovey, not in a classroom full of little kids. You see the difference?” She just shrugged at you and you looked at Harry silently pleading for him to jump in and help you.
“Just no more saying them at school okay my little love.” She just looked at Harry and gave him a smile and a nod. “Thank you, now go wash up for dinner.” She gave you a smile as you stood up straight and helped her off her stool. Harry laughed as she skipped out of the kitchen and down the hall.
“Well we handled that well!” You just laughed as Harry wrapped his arm around your waist giving it a squeeze. He gave your cheek a quick kiss before going back to making dinner.
You loved that your daughter went around singing her dad’s songs and you really didn’t mind that she sang them at school, but you knew you and Harry had to nip it in the bud now before the school got really upset with it. The way you and Harry handled situations like these is something that often made the two of you laugh later that night when you discussed it while getting ready for bed. He never liked being the one who had to tell her she can’t do something so that normally left you with the job but tonight you were happy with how he handled it. You loved that he could get his point across while still being his soft sweet self and that was just one of the things you loved about him.
So many of you guys requested a part two for “Intentions,” so here it is! Hope you guys like it xx
Title: Ice Cream Pairing: Harry Hook x reader Summary: Harry interrupts an ice cream trip between you and Ben and is determined for his intentions to finally be fulfilled Word Count: 1,238 Warnings: food mention, mild sexual tension but nothing legitimate Notes: be sure to read the first part here
many more times do I have to thank you?“ Ben complains. "I already
bought you ice cream.”
you always buy me ice cream,“ you answer, happily taking a spoonful of the
cold treat. "And two, Harry’s still annoying me, so I expect many more
don’t even need to feel the hook gently brush against the underside of your
chin to know it’s Harry, but of course, he does it anyway. You roll your eyes
as Harry pulls up a chair beside you and puts his arm around your shoulders.
Ben just gives you a stern look, silently telling you to be nice.
Harry,” you grumble, shaking his arm off of you.
- Harry would be so nervous even in the days before he actually meets them.
- He’d be interrogating you for every little detail about your family members.
- “Harry I don’t know what ever single one of my cousins studied at school.”
- “But babe I need some material so I can impress them when I talk to them.”
- Lots of eye rolling because he’s being so ridiculous.
- “You’re a world famous singer and actor, I think that’s impressive enough.”
- Nothing you say is calming him down though.
- It’s the morning of and he’s already changed his outfit five times.
- Make that six.
- “What about this babe?”
- “H, it’s a beautiful suit but this is a backyard barbecue, not the Met Gala. Dress in something more laid back.”
- He disappears into the closet again muttering about how he doesn’t know how to do “just laid back.”
- Five more outfit changes
- “Is this chill enough?”
- The way he says it makes him sound like dad trying to be cool.
- He’s in a floral patterned button up short sleeve shirt and his favorite jeans.
- Yeah as chill as $600 jeans could be, you think. (Normally you would tease him about that but you know he would just freak out if said that now).
- “Maybe not buttoned up all the way to the top? You know I love when you let it flow loose.”
- “But what if they don’t like my tattoos?”
- He’s been worried about that all week.
- “Babe, you realize you have short sleeves on? They’re seeing them on your arms anyway.”
- He shakes his head and claims chest tattoos are whole other ballpark than arm tattoos.
- Whatever that means.
- Plus he claimed having it all buttoned up makes him look more sophisticated.
- Sure Harry, sure.
- “Babe hurry please, we are going to be late. I don’t want your family to think I’m rude.”
- “It’s okay Harry, my family knows I’m late to everything, they’ll know it’s me not you.”
- That doesn’t stop him from hovering over you.
- Making you drive there because he’s too damn nervous.
- “Wait we have to get your mom flowers!”
- “Thought you didn’t want to be late?”
- “I’ll just be a minute.”
- Detouring to the nearest flower shop because you know it will make him feel better.
- Harry getting flustered when you don’t know what your mom’s favorite flowers are.
- “Y/n, you really need to figure this information out.”
- Him coming out with the biggest damn bouquet you’ve ever seen.
- “Did you buy every flower they had?”
- “Wanted to get a variety so there has to something she likes in here.”
- Shaking your head because he’s ridiculous and over the top but so incredibly thoughtful and you love him for it.
- Harry getting more and more nervous the closer you get
- He’s shaking his leg, rubbing his palms over his thighs
- You’ve never seen him like this???
- Performing in front of thousands of people? No problem. Meeting a couple new people? A total mess.
- “Shit I can’t do this,” he says as you park the car in front of the house.
- “Harry look at me.”
- Having to grab his face and turn him towards you.
- “You are intelligent, kind, funny, and a total sweetheart. My family knows how much I care about you and they know how happy you make me. They already think you’re great, this is just going to prove it to them. Just be yourself, I promise they’re going to love you as much as I do.”
- Well almost as much, no one could love Harry as much as you could.
- Harry smiles and kisses you softly.
- “Thanks love, needed that.”
- He’s putting on a brave face now, but you know he’s still nervous.
- But the second you walk into the backyard, his charm flips on.
- Seriously you think you are hallucinating or something, there isn’t a single ounce of nerves in him.
- How does he even do that?
- You don’t know, but you don’t care. You were just happy he wasn’t freaking out anymore.
- Harry makes it around to all your family members, easily winning them over.
- He cracking jokes, stealing glances at you as if to say, “Look, y/n, I’m doing it!”
- And they all love him.
- Seriously, every single one of them has pulled you aside to tell you how amazing he is.
- You’re filled with such warmth and joy.
- You knew they would love him, but seeing him fit in so perfectly with your family made you fall in love with him even more.
- When the party is over, no one wants Harry to leave
- You swear half of them would probably take him over you
- And honestly? You would respect that decision
- When you finally get back to the car Harry is beaming
- “Well that wasn’t so bad,” he says as if he wasn’t the one who was freaking out for d a y s.
- You roll your eyes because you’ve literally been telling him he had nothing to worry about all week.
- But noooo he still had to bug out about it.
- “I hate you.”
- You’re smiling so brightly though.
- Because as ridiculous as he was, you love him with all your heart.
- And you can’t wait for him to officially be a part of your family.
You sleepily opened your eyes, light dimly filtering through
the half-shut curtains in your living room. It was quiet here, so much so that
you could hear the birds chirping outside and the occasional car pass by on the
Tucked away against Harry’s chest, you were slowly waking up.
He was still fast asleep, cheeks rosy from your shared warmth and his arm held
you in close, hand squeezing your arm subconsciously every so often.
A knot in your neck was making itself known by way of a
constant ache and you tried your best to move without waking him, but the quiet
“ouch!” that slipped out of your mouth made him stir.
He hugged you close as he came to, blinking rapidly and then
squinting, not quite used to the light. With a sigh, he sat up a little,
wincing at a knot in his back. The two of you had fallen asleep late in the
night and hadn’t moved since.
“Mornin’, y/n,” he spoke slowly, voice the most delicious
mix of raspy and slightly smooth, “How’d yeh sleep?”
You were suddenly aware of what had gone on last night, and
the confidence you’d once had quickly fizzled away, a nervous heart beat fluttering
in your chest.
“Good,” you said with a yawn, hoping he wouldn’t sense the
His familiar dopey smile spread across his face as he looked
down at you, brushing a stray hair away from your flushed cheeks. The two of
you laid there for a while longer, taking in each other’s presence and waiting
for the other to be the first one to get up. Neither of you wanted this to end.
you look so hot when you’re pissed at me.”
A/N: So someone requested angry!sex, and somebody else sent in that sentence prompt so here we are. So this was just ?????!!!!!! to write. That’s how I can describe writing this. I’m honestly not sure if i went a bit overboard with it tbh, like I’ve never written anything like this before, so feedback would be appreciated?! Because I am very unsure about this?! I am but just a girl, please be gentle with me.
“Hey, come here. There’s some people I want you to meet.”
Harry murmurs in your ear, arm sliding around your waist, and tugging you away
from your conversation. You open and close your mouth in surprise as he doesn’t
wait for you to answer, shrugging helplessly at Sue, and waving goodbye to her.