When you're arguing n someone says "you done arguing now" cheers mate you've just started a second round. Should've kept that on the hush X
Y is my instagram full of crushed avocado and poached eggs on toast for breakfast, just have some coco pops and piss off
Pre drinks is the best, whoever thought of getting pissed before actually getting pissed is genius
replace ma heart wae another liver so a can drink more n care less x
imagine the week before yer wedding ye came home fae work early tae surprise yer bf and walked in on him wearin bootcut jeans
Why are boys so nasty to girls n think it they're pure legends for it hahahaha jokes on u when ur wanking into a sock mate
They letters you see on twitter of boys tellin their burds they're going to Paris the morn etc stress the fuckin life out a me. What if she canny get her shift covered the morn? Whos gonna walk the dug? Think about these things u absolute maniac
Mental what a couple a fairy lights can do, ye could put them on a deed body n id be like omg that's fucking lovely get that on ma Instagram
If u see somecunt in the cinema buying popcorn, nachos n a juice theyre a drug dealer. No other explanation for that sort eh disposable income
ever just think to urself, check the fucking state of my life
Everybody's got that cousin that's really fuckall to do with ye, just your maw n their maw have been pals since Yous were cabbages
You and Dodger returned home from your morning walk to find Chris still fast asleep on the living room couch. He had spent the whole night reading ‘What To Expect When You’re Expecting’ cover to cover for what felt like the millionth time since you told him you were pregnant; that was about four weeks ago. You didn’t understand why he was freaking out considering you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy; you were only twelve weeks and you didn’t even have a bump yet. But somehow your adorable husband was acting as though you were due any day now, in fact- if he found out you went on your morning walk, he’d flip.
“C'mon bud, let’s get you some food.” You told Dodger as you made your way to the kitchen; the pup trailed behind you, his tail wagging excitedly. You grabbed his kibble out of the pantry and poured it into a bowl, giving his head a quick scratch before leaving him to prepare your own breakfast.
You started with the coffee ‘cause you knew your husband needed it, then continued with your usual poached eggs and avocado on wholewheat toast. You had that almost everyday- if you weren’t having a smoothie- and while it was partially because you were health conscious, you genuinely enjoyed it. It had been like that ever since you were a little kid, you’ve always had a preference for the 'healthier’ foods which made things easy for your parents, and yourself when you got older.
After you had your breakfast, you made Chris’- scrambled eggs and bacon because he wasn’t as big a fan of avocado as you were; you poured him a mug of coffee then took both outside for him. He was awake now, just lying there because he was too tired to move. He heard footsteps and turned, spotting you and smiling.
“Morning handsome,” you smiled back. “Breakfast?”
“Yes please.” He sat up and quickly took the mug and plate from you; you sat down next to him and he kissed the side of your head before taking a sip of his coffee. “You do make a mean cup of coffee,” he told you and you chuckled softly. “Where’s yours?”
“You won’t let me drink coffee,” you reminded him in a teasing tone and he bit back his smile with a roll of his eyes. “And if you mean breakfast, Dodger and I have already had ours in the kitchen. We’re early risers, unlike some people.” You poked his side and he squirmed, chuckling.
“Does that mean you went on your walk?” He glanced back at you with a raised brow and you chuckled softly because you knew what was coming. “Y/N,” he sighed and you did the same. “I don’t mind you exercising and whatnot, I’d just prefer it if you let me come along. What if something happens to you? I know Dodger is a smart dog but- he can’t help you if it comes down to it.”
“Sweetheart,” you pressed your nose against his shoulder and mumbled into his shirt, “I’m only twelve weeks. I think I’m more than capable taking a walk without Captain America by my side. Relax,” you giggled when you heard him let out a weary chuckle. “I’m not that fragile, so stop treating me like a porcelain doll.”
“I wish I could,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “But now that you’re carrying our future child, you’ve become twice as precious to me.” He whispered and you smiled, hugging his arm. “So please, for the love of my anxious heart-” He chuckled when you looked up at him, biting back your smile. “Stop doing things that obviously worry me.”
“I wish I could,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw before you pulled away and rose to your feet.
“You wish you could?” He quizzed with narrowed eyes when you glanced back at him. “Y/N, I wasn’t giving you a friendly suggestion. I was telling you- as your husband- that you need to stop doing things that worry me.”
“You know I can’t do that,” you shook your head with a smile that made his frown deepened. “Chris-” you cut yourself off, laughing. “Everything worries you,” you told him and his face softened because you were right. “You won’t even let me clean the house, Chris. Not that I’m complaining but-” you chuckled, “do you see my point?”
“Cleaning the house is hard work and I-” he cut himself off when you shot him a weary look. “Okay, I see your point. But…” He trailed off and rose to his feet, reaching for your hand and pulling you towards him. “Everything I’m doing or- stoping you from doing,” he chuckled when you smiled. “It’s because I love you.”
“I know,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck. “I just wish you’d be a little less protective and irrational otherwise these next six months are going to be incredibly exhausting, not just for me- but for you too.”
“You know I don’t mean to be, but I can’t help it when it comes to you. You are the largest love of my life, Y/N. I was protective over you even before you were pregnant, did you really expect me to dial it down once you started carrying the second largest love of my life?”
“A girl can hope,” you joked and he chuckled. “You know your mom’s going to be heartbroken when she hears that she’s moved down to third place,” you teased and his chuckle turned into laughter.
“To be fair, she moved me down first.” He countered. “And I’m just going to keep moving down when our little bundle of joy joins the Evans’ household.” His hands moved over your still fairly flat belly. “When do we find out if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“You tell me, you’re the one who’s been reading all those pregnancy books.” You reminded him and he chuckled. “I think it’s around eighteen to twenty weeks. But I don’t think it matters, we’re going to love the little bug no matter the gender.”
“That’s true.” He descended to his knees in front of you and pressed a gentle kiss on your stomach. You smiled and ran a hand over his fluffy hair. “Hi baby, it’s your daddy speaking. Your mommy and I are extremely excited to meet you, so much so that these next six months are going to be excruciating. It doesn’t help that your mommy keeps doing things that keeps me on my toes,” he glanced up at you and you chuckled. “She really is a stubborn one, I can only hope you’re nothing like her on that matter.”
“Jerk,” you bit playfully, gently smacking the top of his head.
“But I do hope you’re like her in every other way,” he whispered and you smiled. “Rest easy, little one.” He said as you pulled him back up onto his feet; he smiled as you pressed your lips against him, giving him a tender kiss. “Where are you going?” He asked when you broke the kiss and pulled away.
“I’ve got laundry to do,” you answered.
“Yeah, that’s not happening.” He grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly, drawing laughter from you. “You are going to do absolutely nothing for the next six months as long as I’m around,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck; his beard tickling you.
“I guess I don’t have to do you either,” you teased.
So FINALLY it’s here the 3rd instalment of Blogmas! I hope you enjoy it loves :) I x
When Harry tells Y/N he can’t come home for Christmas he doesn’t quite get the response he was hoping for.
The bright Los Angles morning sunlight, shone through the tall glass doors into Harry’s kitchen, reflecting off the perfectly polished surfaces and floor tiles that looked as brand new as they did the day he bought the large, west Hollywood home. Harry padded through the open plan kitchen, making his way for the fridge to grab himself a fresh bottle of water. The one he’d opened before working out was nearly finished and what remained was warm and going stale. The few strands of hair that had fallen from the top knot he’d tied his fringe into were sticking to his sweaty brow and just like the light reflected of the shiny surfaces it also reflected off the shine of his sweat covered, bare, torso.
He pulled the hair elastic from his hair and combed his fingers through the free strands. He missed his longer hair and was glad it was getting back to a point where he could tie it back when he worked out. He hated having hair falling in his eyes whilst he was in his gym. It stuck to him and tickled making him frustrated which was not the feeling he wanted whilst he was trying to make sure his form was exquisite as he lifted, pulled and pushed things around.
He took the box of eggs from the fridge with his bottle of water as well as the half an avocado that was left from his breakfast the previous morning. Avocado and poached eggs on toast again. It was a simple breakfast that he didn’t mind making or eating but he had to admit he missed Y/N’s more exciting, adventurous healthy breakfasts. The blueberry protein pancakes she often whipped up for him after his morning gym session were his favourite but her recipe was secret and even he couldn’t get it out of her although he was fairly certain he had a good idea of what it was, he was also fairly certain he could have made them himself but he liked to let her think it was only her who could make him his favourite, healthy pancakes.
The cold water was a delight to his still overheated body. He tried to resist the urge to gulp it all down as he knew it would make him sick but he nearly couldn’t hold back when he felt the cold liquid go down his throat. He put the bottle on the side and left it alone for a minute as he got a pan out to make his poached eggs in.
Harry filled the pan with water and put it on the electric hob to begin heating up. Whilst he was waiting he opened his laptop to check emails but also to make sure he wouldn’t miss the expected call from Y/N. He’d messaged her the night before, before he went to bed for the night asking to call him when she got in. He could guarantee she’d gone to the gym, she always went in the evening. It used to be the time she finished work and since going self-employed she hadn’t yet got out of the habit of going between five and six in the evening.
Harry looked at the time 11.30 LA time, Harry could work it out instantly. He’d spent the last month doing so. Every time he looked at his watch when he had a spare hour or two, what’s the time in London? Am I going to wake her up? Will she be working? To begin with he’d had to count it out on his fingers but he’d done it for every other hour of the day nearly by now and it came naturally. 7.30pm. She should be calling soon.
He heard the water boiling behind him distracting him from the time and his laptop. The water was spilling over onto the heated glass. It hissed and spat. He cursed taking the pan from the heat to empty it slightly. Overfilling the pan, a common error of his and something Y/N still giggled at and asked if he’d ever manage to not to do. He smiled at the thought of the look on her face as Harry panicked and flustered around trying to fix the mistake.
Harry let the water come to the boil again before cracking two eggs into the boiling water and putting a slice of wholegrain bread in the toaster. At that point the ringing tone of FaceTime echoed through the kitchen. He turned quickly to his laptop, his favourite photo of Y/N staring back at him – southern French, evening sun hitting her face, a wide toothy smile on her face as she laughed at the joke he’d made before taking the photo.
‘Hey babe.’ Harry said after answering the call and letting it connect. Her hair was tied in a tight pony tail, her cheeks slightly red but a sweet smile on her face matching the one that was on his.
‘Hey gorgeous, how are you? Look’s lovely and sunny.’ She commented rolling onto her belly on their shared London bed taking her phone with her making Harry’s screen appear to twist and turn.
‘Yeah it’s a pretty nice morning.’ Harry said looking out at the large garden, lined with tall palm trees and bushes. One day she’d come out and experience it herself, work had been her excuse before but she didn’t have that anymore so he hoped the conversation that was yet to come would go the way he really wanted it to. ‘I’m good thanks, how was your day?’
‘Not bad,’ she said nodding and twisting her mouth into a half up half down smile, ‘We’re finally able to get started on the new website.’ He told her and Harry’s face genuinely lit up at the news. He knew how much it meant to her to get it going. She really wanted to prove she hadn’t quit her high-flying job for nothing.
‘That’s brilliant news baby, you can stop stressing about that now.’ Y/N giggled slightly at his remark. She knew full well it wasn’t only her that had been suffering due to her stressed out attitude and she hoped Harry realised how appreciative she was to him for putting up with it.
‘Yeah for as long as it takes Jonas to find something else to make as awkward as possible.’ Jonas was Y/N’s project manager. He’d come recommended to Harry by a friend but it was proving to be a bad recommendation for Y/N’s working style. They just didn’t gel, Y/N was too relaxed about things where Jonas was the complete opposite. They should have balanced each other out but Jonas’ frantic attitude just made Y/N stressed.
‘He’s only trying to make sure things run as smoothly as possible babe.’ Harry reassured. Jonas’ contract was a yearlong and at the moment they were only just over six months through. He had to keep her as positive as possible for the duration.
‘I know,’ Y/N sighed and she did know. Jonas had been helpful and 90% of the time it was fine but the rest of the time he made her feel anxious and stressed and that wasn’t something she would ordinarily feel about much. ‘But phone calls at 2am from Sydney?’ Harry chuckled and nodded, he understood that feeling. ‘Anyway, is it feeling Christmassy there?’ Harry shrugged before answering, that was the only thing about LA it was fun and cool but it wasn’t homely or cosy at all.
‘Sorta,’ Harry mumbled Y/N nodding waiting for him to say more. ‘Not like London though, it’s too warm I haven’t even put a jumper on.’
‘I wouldn’t complain too much,’ Y/N laughed, ‘It’s freezing her, you’ll be missing it when you’re back.’ She told him and he knew she was only slightly right. You couldn’t beat sunny weather but you really couldn’t beat winter, and even more so, Christmas in London. The lights, the dark evenings, snuggling under big thick blankets. It was just incomparable.
‘You’re probably right love.’ Harry mumbled working up the courage to say what he had to say next.
‘I saw Ellie today,’ Y/N speaking again stopped Harry in his tracks letting her continue, ‘She went to the hospital about those cramps, it’s all fine and normal they reckon it could be any day now though.’ Harry could sense Y/N’s excitement through the screen. It would be her first niece or nephew so he could understand it. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited too, he loved babies and he was looking forward to being Uncle Harry. He and Y/N weren’t married yet but it wouldn’t be long after Harry proposed on the same trip to the South of France on which his favourite photo of Y/N was taken.
‘Well that’s exciting.’ Harry said smiling although his mind was now slightly occupied by something that he knew neither of them would be smiling about.
‘Yeah, I hope it’s not before you get home though.’ Y/N said smiling also, though Harry could tell she was genuinely concerned that he wouldn’t be there to visit the baby at the hospital like they’d talked about which only added to his uncertainty about the topic he was about to bring up.
‘Yeah, I erm need to talk to you about that.’ Harry mumbled scratching his neck and looking down at the keyboard of his laptop. He hated to disappoint Y/N or let her down and that’s exactly what he was about to do.
‘Why?’ Her voice was completely monotone and Harry knew she already knew what he was about to say. She was always one step ahead. He still didn’t look at her fearing what the look in eyes would be saying.
‘Well I think I’ll be back a bit later than we first thought.’ Harry admitted finally just as his toast popped from the toaster behind him reminding him he had breakfast cooking. He ignored it and just focused on Y/N. He looked up at the screen she didn’t seem to appear as upset as he thought she would.
‘Oh right ok,’ Her voice was light, no hint to annoyance or disappointment. ‘Well as long as you’re back from Christmas, right?’ She smiled, always looking on the bright side. Harry realised why she didn’t seem as disappointed as he thought she would, she hadn’t fully understood what he was saying. He just stared at her for a moment gearing himself up again because this really wasn’t going to go down well now, he should have just said it outright in the first place. ‘You’re not going to be home for Christmas are you?’ Harry simply shook his head. Y/N clenched her jaw looking away from the camera, her hand rubbing against her forehead as she took it in.
‘I’m so sorry love-‘
‘No Harry, you promised you’d be back for Christmas,’ she wasn’t just upset she was angry. ‘You went out there early for exactly that reason.’ She reminded him.
‘I’m so sorry baby things are just taking a little longer than any of us hoped.’ Harry tried to explain but he knew it wouldn’t help, he had promised.
‘What about your mum and Gem?’
‘They’re coming out here and I was wondering-‘
‘Don’t even ask I’m not coming out to LA for Christmas Harry.’ The finality in her voice was clear. Harry rolled his eyes but Y/N didn’t rise to the bait that was dangling in front of her. This wasn’t her argument it was his and he was going to explain himself and fix it.
‘Why?’ Harry asked and this time it was Y/N’s time to roll her eyes. They’d had this conversation so many times before and it normally ended in an argument because neither of them could understand where the other was coming from.
‘You know why Harry,’ Y/N told him and he did but he was going to make her explain again. ‘Because I want to see my family, my baby niece or nephew will be here by then and I want to be here for that.’
‘Bring them out here too then.’ Harry thought he had the answer but Y/N just looked at him like he was an idiot making him realise he probably didn’t.
‘Ellie can’t fly with a new born baby Harry don’t be ridiculous.’ She scalded unwittingly making Harry feel like the idiot she thought he was being right now. ‘I can’t actually believe you right now, this is so unfair.’
‘I’m sorry Y/N but I can’t do much about it I’ve got to get this sorted.’ Harry explained to which Y/N simply rolled her eyes. She was feeling fed up with the argument neither of them were getting anywhere and she was fed up with explaining herself. ‘Why can’t you be supportive?’ Harry snapped suddenly. ‘I’ve been so supportive of you with your work why can’t you do the same?’
‘Yes and you know I’m so grateful Harry so don’t pull that one.’ Harry had helped Y/N out setting up her own, interior design business which had always been a dream of hers but he’d helped her make it a reality and she would never be able to thank him enough but she really didn’t like him using it against her. ‘You told me family would always come before work no matter what.’ Harry went silent, that was how he always felt only now the dilemma was in front of him and what he had to stay for was so important it was difficult to see how that could be.
‘Yeah well my family are coming out to be with me.’ Harry snapped at a loss for what else to say but regretting it immediately.
‘Wow.’ Y/N sat on the edge of the bed resting her arm on her knee holding her phone in front of her face. Harry had never felt so guilty.
‘I’m so sorry,’ He could see the mixture of sadness and anger in her eyes through the picture of her on his laptop. ‘That was-‘
‘No I’m done Harry, I’ll talk to you later.’ And with that she disappeared from his screen. He tried to call her straight back but she didn’t answer. All he could picture was her lying on their bed with her face in her pillow crying the same way he’d found her after their first argument. He’d been annoyed cause she’d been late to a dinner with his friends because of work running late and after too much wine hadn’t kept quiet at the dinner table about it.
Y/N was woken up the next morning by the sunlight creeping through the curtains she’d never closed, on top of the duvet of hers and Harry’s bed. She felt exhausted despite the fact she’d slept for nearly twelve hours she guessed by the sunlight streaming through the window. She’d fallen asleep not long after hanging up on the call with Harry. She’d cried herself to exhaustion, he was away and they’d argued and he wasn’t going to let himself into their bedroom like one of them would normally do to fix things. One of them was going to have to actually reach out.
She checked her phone but there were no messages, nothing. She’d expected at least a good night text but then she’d not text him either so why did she deserve a message if she didn’t think he did? She’d taken herself to the shower and freshened up. She washed her hair even though she only did so the day before. She just felt sticky and clammy and horrid. She wanted to start again.
She met her heavily pregnant sister at a local coffee shop after sorting herself out, sipping strong coffee to try and liven herself up and trying to put on a smile but failing miserably. The coffee shop was heaving, it was a Saturday morning, everywhere was heaving. People swamped with thick, warm layers to try and brace against the cold. Y/N and her sister had been lucky to find a seat, and even luckier to find a comfy couch in the quiet back corner of the coffee shop though Y/N could see the baristas were run off their feet and the queue was only getting longer.
‘What’s up Y/N, you look like you’ve been dragged here against your will.’ Ellie joked taking a sip of her chai tea latte. No caffeine she’d reminded Y/N when she’d left her to order the drinks whilst she went to find a seat. Y/N moved her gaze to Ellie from the bustling street outside. She put a light smile and shook her head though it was not nearly convincing enough, especially for her big sister who knew better than anyone in the world. ‘Don’t try that, come on tell me, are you missing Haz?’ She asked, Y/N nodded but she wasn’t going to pretend it wasn’t more than that. She actually felt like she wanted to talk about it.
‘I spoke to him last night.’ She said quietly holding onto knees.
‘Well that’s nice how was he?’ Ellie asked smiling thinking for a few moments that it was just case of her little sister missing her fiancé. But then she saw the change on her face, her smile fell away her eyes looked anywhere but at her.
‘Ok, he’s not going to be home for Christmas though.’ Y/N told Ellie. Ellie frowned a little, she could understand it was frustrating but surely that was a risk when you were engaged to someone who had to fly off to LA to sort out contracts for a solo career near Christmas time.
‘Oh no that’s a shame.’ Ellie said trying to be the supportive big sister she always was.
‘He asked me to go out there.’ The dullness of Y/N’s voice surprised Ellie a little. Her little sister loved to travel, she couldn’t believe this wasn’t the first thing she’d told her, she couldn’t believe she wasn’t bouncing in her seat.
‘Wow, that will be amazing.’ Ellie said smiling brightly before taking another sip of her warm drink that she was still cuddling with her hands.
‘I’m not going El.’ Y/N told as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She was looking at Ellie like she couldn’t understand why she thought it would be cool to be in LA at Christmas with her fiancé.
‘What?’ The shock in Ellie’s voice shocked Y/N she thought her sister would want her to be with her this Christmas. ‘Why?’
‘I want to spend Christmas with you and the baby and everyone.’ Y/N spoke again like Ellie was an idiot and again like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But Ellie was sat there thinking Y/N was the idiot here.
‘Are you stupid?’ Y/N felt slightly offended by her sisters words and tone and looked a taken aback by it. ‘Your fiancé, the love of your life, is asking you to go out to LA with him for Christmas but you’d rather stay here with a baby that won’t even be a month old and will probably spend Christmas day mostly asleep?’ Y/N fell back into the far too soft leather of the couch that had been worn by the thousands of people that had sat in it.
‘That’s not the point El, he said he’d be here.’ Y/N said though she’d already admitted defeat she never won a discussion with her sister.
‘You’re being selfish.’
‘I am not, I’m standing up-‘
‘Oh shut up you’re being selfish and you bloody know it.’ Ellie cut in before Y/N could even contemplate the rest of her sentence. ‘Harry’s working his butt off out there and he’s more than likely done all her can to try and get back, he’s probably stressed out of his mind and he just wants you around Y/N.’ It seemed so rational when Ellie said it but Y/N wasn’t ready to admit she was in the wrong yet even though she’d known it from the second she’d woken up.
‘He went out early so he’d be back.’ Y/N moaned trying to convince Ellie, but more so herself, that, that made her reaction to his announcement the previous evening ok and reasonable.
‘Things aren’t always that simple and you know that,’ Ellie silently reminding Y/N of how she’d had to let Harry down a couple of times in the early days of starting the business when things had overrun. ‘This is so important to him Y/N and you should be supporting him not acting like a stubborn, spoilt brat, you’re the luckiest girl in the world to have him and you need to remember that.’ Y/N sighed feeling tears pricking at her eyes. She knew she was lucky she didn’t need Ellie to tell her that but maybe she did need reminding every now and again. ‘You know I’m right.’
‘As per usual.’ Y/N said rolling her eyes making Ellie smile.
‘The thought he’s upset you will be killing him,’ Ellie pointed out. ‘Get home, call him, tell him you’ll be there next week.’
‘I’ve got work to-‘
‘The beauty of being self-employed is that you can work anywhere that’s not an excuse anymore you idiot.’ Y/N laughed and rolled her eyes. She could always rely on her sister to put her in her place and make her see sense, her words might have seemed harsh to other but it’s what Ellie knew her stubborn little sister needed to hear.
And now she was at home decorating the Christmas tree her brother in law had helped her stand up straight the day before, it was meant to be waiting for Harry to get home to decorate but that wasn’t necessary now but she couldn’t leave it undecorated even if they would both be in LA for Christmas. She was trying to take her mind off the fact that Harry wasn’t answering any of her calls and trying to pass the time until he hopefully called her back. She had his pink shirt on that looked, to her, like a cross between a bowling shirt and a traditional pyjama shirt. Despite that she loved it when he wore it and he seemed to like her in it to. She had plain grey cycling style shorts on her legs. The flat was warm from the central heating and she felt comfortable in the minimal pyjama get up she’d opted for.
She sung along to the Christmas songs she had on in the background. As always just about hitting the high note in ‘All I want for Christmas.’ She didn’t have a bad voice but she was no Mariah. Harry always loved it when she sung, he told her she looked happy and carefree when she was busying around the house singing along to the radio or singing in the car whilst they drove around. The thought made her smile the song changing to Michael Buble’s ‘Baby Please Come Home,’ she couldn’t help but smile at the coincidence as she literally sung the words with Harry in mind. Even after her conversation with Harry she couldn’t deny she’d still rather spend Christmas at home with Harry. They’d both be more relaxed and it would just feel more like Christmas.
‘You’re not decorating the tree without me are you baby?’ The sudden gravelly voice, though instantly recognisable to Y/N without even seeing his face, scared her half to death. She dropped the bauble that was in her hands to the floor, it smashed into hundreds of pieces around her feet as she turned to see him stood in the doorway of their living room. He had his usual skinny jeans on and a plain white t-shirt covered by a checked shirt and his long black woollen coat that she’d bought for him a few Christmases back. Happy tears filled her eyes as she stepped over the smashed bauble and made her way over to him letting his big arms pull her in close to his chest where they both knew she felt the most comfort.
‘What are you doing?’ She mumbled against his chest, tears leaking from her eyes and soaking into his t-shirt.
‘I thought I’d come home early.’ He said smiling as he pushed her away from his chest and looked down at her. He gently wiped away the few tears from her cheeks with his fingers before his eyes fell to her feet were a few spots of crimson had been left. ‘Your foot’s bleeding love.’ Harry said moving her toward the sofa.
‘Shit must be from that bauble.’
‘Sit down, let me sort you out.’ Harry disappeared for a few moments whilst Y/N checked there were no remnants of the Christmas decoration in her foot. The cut was only small but it must have been quite deep as there was a fair amount of blood leaking from it. Harry reappeared carrying some cotton wool and a box of plasters. He knelt down in front of Y/N taking her foot in his hand. He gently wiped at the cut with some cotton wool he’d already made wet. Y/N watched on as he dried it with another cotton wool ball before sticking a plaster over it and placing a kiss on the top of her foot. She giggled not taking her eyes of him. ‘Well this isn’t exactly how I had envisioned this going.’ Y/N giggled again as Harry stood and sat next to her pulling her close into him on the sofa.
‘How come you’re here?’ Y/N asked looking up at him as he held her. He glanced down at her, his bright green eyes as enchanting as ever.
‘I realised you were right,’ He said a slight smile on his face. ‘It was unfair of me to ask everyone to work around me so I spoke with everyone and we worked somethings out.’ Harry said and Y/N smiled, over the moon she’d have her fiancé with her for Christmas. ‘I don’t have to go back until January.’ Y/N’s eyes went wide at the news. Christmas and New Year, that was more than she could have asked for.
‘Really?’ Harry nodded before Y/N pressed her lips against his letting Harry hold her head while they enjoyed having their lips against one another again for a few moments. Harry broke away for breath and gave Y/N one single, sweet kiss before she continued. ‘I’m so happy Harry but I’m so sorry for how I acted I should have been more understanding and supportive.’ Harry shook his head kissing her again. Now he’d started he didn’t think he would be able to stop. He missed her lips and her embrace more than anything and now he had them again he didn’t want them to go away.
‘No it’s fine, all I want is to spend Christmas with you and now I can so that’s all that matters.’ He told her to which she smiled at him, the big bright smile he loved. ‘Shall we finish that tree then and then maybe go up to bed?’ Harry asked winking. Y/N giggled and nodded as she stood up making sure he could see straight down her top as she did so, letting her hand trail over his crotch as she got up and walk away but slow enough to hear him let out a deep groan. Harry followed her quickly grabbing her from behind and throwing her over his shoulder. Y/N screamed not expecting to be thrown in the air at all. ‘Or maybe bed first.’ Harry whispered dropping her into his arms and carrying her towards the stairs.
Most people here don’t know who Bucky Barnes is. They might recognize him as a face seen hurrying around the corridors of SHIELD, but few care to know his name or why he is there. Those who do know give him a wide berth: respecting his need for privacy and space; shamed they let this happen at all. Bucky doesn’t blame them. It might be easier if he could.
French toast with berry compete and white chocolate // Avocado on toast with hummus and stewed beetroot // Poached eggs on sourdough toast with bacon, guacamole, pesto and roasted tomatoes at Commonground - Berlin, Germany.
The sound of bacon hissing against the hot grill echoed around the kitchen as you hummed to yourself, poking at the strips with your spatula and scowling when grease popped out at you and momentarily seared your bare skin. It was a typical Sunday morning - around 8 - and you were just making breakfast for yourself and Harry.
“Y/N..” You turned around and smiled at an obviously tired Harry, cooing inwardly at how adorable he looked when he was half-asleep. “Woke up and you weren’t layin’ next t’ me.”
“I’m making breakfast for us, I’m starving! And I didn’t wanna wake you up.” You shrugged, returning your attention back to the sizzling bacon.
“I don’ think I’ve ever been so hungover in my life.” Harry groaned softly, padding over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind, his chin propped up on your shoulder.
“And you thought you could handle nine shots.” You snorted, rolling your eyes playfully.
“How are you not hungover?? Yeh had a couple o’ those boozy fruity drinks.” Harry frowned - It was strange, every time the two of you went out for drinks, he was the one with the terrible hangover, and you didn’t get anything! No headaches, no dizziness - Just a smile on your face and some painkillers in your hand when Harry wakes up.
“I’m magical.” You concluded, carefully blotting the grease off the bacon before bringing the hot pan over to the sink. “You can go back to bed if you want - we can always have this for lunch.”
“Wha’ did yeh make?”
“Avocado toast with bacon and a poached egg.” You smiled, scooping the egg up and delicately placing it on top of the toast.
“I can’t pass up on that.. What would I do without yeh?” Harry beamed fondly, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. Maybe he had a killer of a hangover - But spending a quiet Sunday morning with you helped a whole lot more than a couple painkillers.