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VIII. Little Stockings

Also called: Baby it’s warm inside. 
Prompt: The classic christmas hit “baby it’s cold outside” except Harry loves puns and there’s a baby in the oven, so it’s warm, isn’t it? He’s also pretending to be a photographer although he’s not that bad at it.

This may be a stand-alone piece from the pregnancy series I want to write. An excerpt if you may. So if you guys like this I’ll know if maybe you want the full pregnancy fic? 

Warning: some slight indications of slight smut. Mostly fluff. 

In which Harry and the Missus’s holiday cards bring the news that they are expecting little baby styles.

“I was thinking…” You heard Harry say from the living room, the sound muffled with the hum of the blender you were currently using to make his usual kale smoothie. You felt him before you saw him, as he came behind you wrapping his arms around your frame and resting his head on your shoulder.
“That sounds dangerous” you joked. The roll of his eyes was practically audible to you as he chuckled.

“Ha, Ha. No but seriously.” His large hands pushed you to turn around and face him with attentive eyes.  “Was thinking o’the cards”

“What cards?” Your brows furrow in confusion as you twist around just to turn the blender off and unplug it, then flipping back to him with crossed arms.

“The holiday postcards!” He stated like it was the most obvious thing and then you remembered that earlier that year you had talked about sending postcards to friends and family for christmas but had yet to decide on a theme or anything of the sorts. In fact you had yet to talk about the topic after it became December which is why the topic sounded so confusing at first. If you were honest other things were more pressing at the time for you, and you were reminded of that when Harry placed his warm hand on your growing tummy. “We could announce our little bump with ’em, yeah?” The smile on his face was big and bright, like nothing would make him happier than having adorable themed photos being taken and spreading the news to your family and friends this way. Lately with all of Harry’s traveling, people’s schedules, and the fact that both of you wanted to do something to announce the baby instead of a million phone calls and the mouth to mouth rumor spread, the official news of Baby Styles were yet to be given.

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Tour Calls

Inspired by a gifset that I cannot link since I’m on mobile….


Harry’s on tour.

He’s on tour doing what he loves the most - performing. He’s doing all of that, performing his songs from his debut album as well as performing a couple of One Direction songs, in front of his fans.Fans that have shown him constant support no matter what.

And he’s grateful.

He’s grateful for every single thing about performing from getting the chance to fly all over the world to do what he loves to meeting new people.He’s grateful for the opportunity of doing what he loves.

But just because he’s grateful for everything that he has doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss home.He misses home a lot, which in other words means he misses you a lot because as he’s stated numerous times; you’re his home - you’re who he comes back to at the end of the day.

He misses the way your body tangles with his in the night, he misses the way your bodies become so entangled with each other, it’s difficult to break the grasp in the morning.He misses having your body lying next to his when he’s sitting on some random hotel bed.He misses kissing you, misses the way your lips feel against his, misses the softness of your lips on his sometimes chapped one.

He misses you.

So it’s no surprise to anyone, let alone you that whenever he’s free and has nothing to do, he always calls you.No matter what.Not even if he calculates that with the different timezones you’re stuck in,you’ll be fast asleep and probably won’t even answer his call.

Because he even misses your voice - misses the way you sound.So he doesn’t care that you won’t pick up when he gets the chance to hear you hear something as bland as ’please leave a message if you have something important to say.’


You’re phoning Harry.

Well, to be exact, you’re video calling him.

But he’s not picking up.Which you think is strange as you distance the phone from your face a little.The phone hovers in your hands on his side of the bed as you lay facing it, tucking your teeth into your lower lip as you wait for him to go by.

Seconds go by and the dialling tone continues.You sigh, releasing your bottom lip as you move your phone back to you so you can decline the call and do something else - there’s no point in calling him if he won’t pick up.

However, as you bring your thumb over the ‘end call’ button, he picks up.And instead of having a view of a blurry carpet or duvet cover like you usually do when he first picks up,you’re met with him.

You’re met with his hair gelled slightly to the side,a few shirt buttons unbuttoned and him just wearing a pair of boxers (you think you’re wearing boxers but it’s hard to guess when all you can see is a bit of skin).

You don’t utter out a 'hi’, don’t utter out a 'how are you?’

Instead,your lips part ,“your shirt is unbuttoned.”

Harry grins,cheekily into the camera as he sets his phone on the table,placing it against something.

“Is that the first you’re going to say to me?” He asks, faking offence.Bringing his hand to his chest,he murmurs,“didn’t even say you missed me.”

He brings his finger to his eye, gently sliding it over the skin under his eyes as if he were removing a tear.

You roll your eyes as a yawn escapes you. Nestling your head more into your pillow,you blink.

“I should have known how dramatic you were before I said yes to a first date.”

Harry only smiles.

A few seconds of the two of you just looking at each other passes by.The both of you assess each other as your eyes rack over one another.

But as you peer at him through your phone screen,your eyes drop to his unbuttoned shirt which reminds you of the statement you’d declared before he redirected your conversation some place else.

“Your shirt’s unbuttoned,” you repeat, eyes flitting to the skin showing under the material.

“I know,” he says,lifting his left leg as he brings it to his chest.


“I was getting undressed when you called.Was gonna change into somethin’ more comfortable but I couldn’t miss the call.And it’s a good thing I didn’t miss it and tha’ I didn’t decide to call you back later cos you look bloody tired,” he rushes out, acknowledging how sleepy you are.

“Now you kno’ what I prioritise more…And if you don’t believe me, look at me!” Harry exclaims, shooting up before settling back down.

“Look at the state of me. M'in my boxers, my shirts halfway opened,m'hair’s a mess…And all cos I wanted to speak to you.”

anonymous asked:

About that boat pic of harry probably scratching his balls can you imagine the missus just looking at him while she is swimming around and when she get out of the water she just pinch his red cheeks and tells him to be more discret xx

She’s dripping wet and leaving a trail of water on the ground as she makes her way back to their secluded area by the pool, tucked away from the passersby who were taking walks outside the gates and hidden from any lingering fans and paparazzi who were eager to get a shot of the two of them. A fresh round of drinks brought and waiting on the table and ready to be drunk, her towel looking incredibly inviting so she could dry off her soaked hair that dribble water down her back, and her sun-lounger now in the perfect position to be completely drowning in sunlight, right beside her fiancé as he took up the rather comfortable looking lounger chair. Hunching over him, cupping his cheeks in her hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead as he cracked an eye open.

“Next time you want to give the boys a scratch, do it more secretly. Pretty sure everyone saw you,” she smirks, before moving to her lounger, drink in her hand as she allowed the sun to dry her body naturally, “I don’t need people speculating that you’ve got things living down there.” xx


Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh

Request? Yes! 

getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon

Word count: 4.5k 

Genre: Angst/smut

Pairing: y/n & Harry

It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so full of people.

Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to the party guests.

Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk, but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.

He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.

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She’s Just Not That Into You » Part I (A Harry Styles Miniseries)

First and foremost, I need to dedicate this miniseries to @stylesunchained​. If it weren’t for B, this idea would’ve never come to fruition. It’s been so lovely to torture you with snippets of this story, and now it’s finally here! And yes, the whole damn thing is dedicated to you, my beautiful friend.

Secondly, I need to take the time to thank @cuddlemusclestyles​ for her knowledge of England and always answering my questions about it. I would be lost without you, for you are my own personal Google.

And, of course, thank you all for the interest you’ve expressed for this miniseries. It’s always that much more enjoyable to write when you know you’ve got people rooting for you. I hope I don’t disappoint you.

Let me know what you think! Happy reading.

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“Meet Me” Series

The one where Harry is your college roommate and you both catch feelings for each other.


The Doorway

The Living Room

The Finish Line

The Hallway

The Morning 

The First Time 


A Little Cheeky

[in progress]

His First. (A Dirty Harry Styles One Shot)

- In which Harry is a bit.. inexperienced in the bedroom.

Harry thought he could hide it. He thought he could get away with it. But, when everything came to him so all of a sudden, he realized that he was trapped, and the only way to get out, was by telling the truth. 

And so he did.

“What?” you ask breathlessly, your hands at the mid of Harry’s patterned shirt, fingers frozen on the buttons, pulling the colorful fabric away from his tall and lanky form.

“I-I’m.. yeh are my first.”

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