When someone finds out you love one direction then asks how you’re dealing with “the break up” and you know they aren’t worth the whole tortured explanation and your belief system re: The Hiatus™ but you can’t figure out what to say other than “fuck off, becky”:
Our favorite three! It’s a little sad, a dash of sweet, and a dollop of smut at the end of it all. It’s part of the Snowbound sandbox, but it also works as a standalone relatively well. Enjoy. x
Note: i’ve proofed some of this, but do need to go back because I have the *nagging* urge that something is there that I can’t find….
“Why are yeh lookin’ at me like that?”
He’s got a small, incredulous smile playing around his mouth
and there’s a twinkle in his eyes, but yours are sharp on him. He’s got a skip
in his step as he sets a glass of milk down in front of his son, who is chewing
contently on mouthful after mouthful of progressively soggier cereal, and he’d
been singing in the shower this
morning – belting out carol after carol, adding in his own arrangements and
note changes. He is, by all accounts, in a good mood.
You’re worried, though.
“When do you have to go?” you ask him from your chair.
You’re still in pajamas – festive, plaid flannel ones, with snowflakes
sprinkled over the red legs, and the black, long-sleeved shirt of his with a
hole in the neck – one that you’d long ago taken away from him – hangs off your
shoulder on one side.
Harry’s green eyes dim slightly, but only for a second.
“Soon,” he says, pushing the sleeve of his jumper back to look at his watch.
“Now,” he amends with a sigh.
“Daddy?” your son asks, the word wet sounding through his
mouthful of food. “Are we baking today?”
“We’d better,” Harry says. “’Else your Gran will hang me if
we show up with nothing.”
It’s when he leans down to kiss the top of your son’s head
that you see a crack in his façade and your heart clenches in your chest. He’s
got his eyes squeezed shut and the set of his brow is that which can only be
described as wistful while he lingers, keeping his mouth tight to a head of
curly hair that so resembles his.
“Be good fo’ your mum,” Harry says while ruffling his son’s
hair, rolling his eyes when the child ducks his head out from under his
“Eat your breakfast, please,” you tell him as you stand,
abandoning your tea. “I’m saying goodbye.” You skip once across the kitchen
floor to stick close to his father’s heels as you follow him out of the room.
Louis might have a problem. Said problem lies entirely in the fact that he can’t seem to avoid Harry Styles, The Ex-Boyfriend That Broke His Heart and World Famous Popstar Sensation. Everything is only made more complicated by the fact that he doesn’t really want to avoid Harry either, even though they’re supposed to mean nothing to each other. Another tiny problem may also be that Harry has no idea that Louis has a daughter now. Yeah, he’s screwed.
Louis runs a record label and Harry is his daughter’s new nanny. Over the course of a year, Harry helps Louis learn what it really is to be a father and somehow they find an unexpected home in each other. Or, the kid fic where Louis wants to make Harry a star, Zayn just needs everyone to stop being stupid, Niall laughs his arse off at everything, Liam attempts to keep things in order and Harry takes a chance.
When Harry’s son came home from school crying he didn’t think things could get any worse. Lucky for them, things were just about to change for the best. or Harry’s son get bullied until Louis’ son shows up :)
Louis never intended to fall in love with Harry: not five years into their time together in the band, not when they’re living on opposite continents, and especially not when he’s the new dad to a tiny human with way too much personality for anyone under nine pounds. Yet somehow Harry manages to worm his way into Louis’ life with every bit of weird affinity for Swedish homegoods and expensive baby clothes that you’d expect.
Louis and Harry have been divorced for almost a year and apart for nearly three. On the paperwork, it says the grounds for their divorce were living apart for more than two years, but there’s more, that’s only what they’ll admit out loud. Louis didn’t want to agree and sign the paperwork. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t confront the real reason for their divorce and a Harry who seemed so apathetic. Yet now that one of their children is sick, they’ll have to put their insecurities aside.
At the age of twenty, Harry deals with things expected to occur at his age: student loans, instant meals, electricity bills, and the constant, incessant presence of never ending coursework. That, and the job of raising his six year old daughter and avoiding the charm of a young, successful, and very off-limits Louis Tomlinson.
“So let me get this straight. You took Mr. Squiggles from the classroom habitat, took him with you on your fieldtrip to the zoo, and released him in the aviary?” Harry Styles is a single father, just trying to keep his life organized after losing his husband four years earlier. Between his daughter, Liam’s hellion twins, and Sophia throwing him into any romantic tangle she can think of, life gets a little crazy. Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen. Featuring adorable Dad Harry, hotshot actor Louis, three sassy kids, a badass Sophia Smith, and a Liam who just wants all their kids to be well behaved.
Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.
It is the first time you and Harry have been able to spend time together alone after the birth of your daughter. You feel a little bit guilty leaving your three month old daughter alone. But you know she is in good hands - with grandma Anne. It costs Harry and you many misgivings to leave your daughter at his mother’s home. Anne waved her right hand in farewell and the other hand rested on the buggy which she pushes softly back and forwards. You climbed in the Range Rover and waved back. He started the motor and drove out of the driveway. His jaw was clenched together and you squeezed his thigh softly. He gave you a wan smile.
You are glad that you have time with your husband. The first three months were filled with horrible, sleepless nights, fights with Harry about which one of you have to get up and feed her. You want to be the perfect Mum, the Mum who can do everything, doing the laundry while she cooks a perfect menu,which she serves her husband, with perfect makeup and a beautiful dress in the evening. You tried it. Yes you tried it but you failed. You felt like a mum in the last time not like a desirable woman, not like a super mum, who can do everything. How often were you crying, and how often did you call your mum for some advice? Sometimes you felt so stupid because you thought you have to know what your baby needs. You were overworked. The whole everyday routine was new for you and Harry and sometimes you thought to yourself you were not able to be a good mum.You hid your tears but Harry knew it. He saw it as he came home. He knows you and one look in your face discloses you. But he said nothing to you, he hugged you and kissed your hair. You regained new strength from his hug and his presence. Everything was easier with him.
He works, thank god only half days, but sometimes he has to spend the whole day in the studio. These days seem endless, and often your mum or Anne comes over and helps you.
You wake up, mostly before Harry, and habitually dressed in the same clothes like yesterday. You wear leggings and one of Harry’s old jumpers, as if it had become a uniform. Your hair is in a ponytail or in a bun because her little fists can grab very tightly.You feed your daughter and kiss Harry goodbye.
After you change your jumper because your daughter spit up on it, you take a walk with her in the park and shop for some groceries. And if Harry comes home in the afternoon it’s allowed you to take a short shower while Harry plays with your daughter. Sometimes you stand in the doorframe, drying your hair with a towel and watching how he plays or speaks with her. Then you stop in your movement and you feel how your heart jumps in delight and you know everything – every tear, every fight – is worth it.
But the intimate togetherness is gone. You fall asleep on the sofa while Harry puts your daughter to bed. You want to talk to him but often you can’t keep your eyes open. It’s like a ritual every evening he carries you with his strong arms to your bed and kisses you on your forehead, and you smile softly with closed eyes. Snuggling into his side and he covers your body with the duvet.
And in the morning the same procedure starts again.
So you are looking forward to being alone with your husband! But Harry left the hotel room after breakfast. He has an appointment at the tailor because he needs a perfectly suitable suit tonight.