daddy harry one shot


“Why can’t I come with you?”

That question had been resonating in Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.

But, you both had decided that this particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.

Every other trip that Harry had made in the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.

You opted to keep the news under wraps until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood (fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.

“Why can’t I come with you?” she pouted.

“Daddy’s only going for a few days and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”

“But I want to come!”

“I know you do, love, but I promise you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.

“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.

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Word Count - 4250 words
Not proofread

WARNING: Mature content, very smutty.

Based on the request: pls write where y/n and harry have sex a lot and end up getting pregnant but are happy about it.

You woke up with a moan at the back of your throat and strong hands digging into your hips. This was how most mornings were spent; one of you waking the other with your mouth of their body. Your back arched as he sucked on your sex all while two fingers were moving inside you.

His moans vibrated through making the fire in the pit of your stomach burn brighter. Your hands were thrashing around you, gripping the sheets just wasn’t enough. After a deep fuck of his tongue into your throbbing sex, you came, hard, with a yell.

Harry drew it out as long as he could, stopping when you had recovered your breath. You turned you head to the alarm clock of the bedside table seeing the time; 9:07 in the morning. You had plenty of time before you had to be up.

Harry’s face appeared in your vision as he collapsed on the bed next to you, his breath heavy. Your eyes were drawn to the rock-hard bulge in the boxers; your mouth watered at the sight. When you looked back up at his face, his smirk was a combination of smug and confidence.

“Your turn, love.”

“Babe, you want some lunch?” You called to Harry from the kitchen to where he was sprawled across the couch. You were both dressed and ready for the day despite having no plans to leave the house. You had to be in the same room as him to hear his response.

“Think I’m still full from my little snack before breakfast actually, thanks tho’.” With a little knowing smile, he turned to look back at his phone, leaving you with the thoughts of your wakeup call.

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Okay, so… like this came across my dash and I squealed and one thing led to another and I wrote a couple of lines about it to @permanentcross and I couldn’t stop- and this is the short, quick, result. 

My *hope* is that it shines some positivity on your dash after a rather horrid day. :(


“Come on now, little love. Sit still fo’ daddy, will yeh? Please baby.” 

A smacking series of kisses is followed by the desperate plea and you smile to yourself as you ascend the last step up to the top floor of your home, hearing Harry speak to your daughter was something that would never cease to endear you. 

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When Harry is so much of an overprotective Dad, he doesn’t even know who he is anymore.

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Baby Bumps

Anonymous: you’re pregnant and harry is obsessed with your bump

okay, pretty much cried the whole way throughout


It was four months into the pregnancy when Harry had found his undying love for your small, yet prominent bump. Whenever he got the chance, he would wrap his arms around your waist, his palms resting on your belly, fingers tracing around the smooth skin. 

Six months rolled around and Harry would be all over your bump. He had now discovered that singing to the little being inside you not only made you cry with joy, but it made him fall in love with you and your little girl. He would now start to lay his head on your bump when you laid together on the couch. 

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Happy Valentine’s Day, loves! Here’s a new story for you because I love you all immensely! It’s fluffy and it’s daddy!harry and it’s all for you guys. <3 <3


He had gotten up and left the house early that morning. It had been quite a long time since Harry had been able to go to the gym and get a decent workout in, because he was constantly busy between working on his album, finishing the movie, being a husband and taking care of your 10-month-old daughter. Going the gym had kind of been put on the back burner in favor of spending as much time with the two of you as he possibly could.

Not that he minded; before he had become a father, he never would have been able to imagine just how much he loved having a little girl. He had always liked kids, of course, and had wanted one of his own since before you had even met him, but the gross amount of love he had for his baby girl was almost unfathomable. He would be perfectly content never leaving the house again, if he thought he could get away with it.

Today was Valentine’s Day. The moment your daughter’s little voice had come over the baby monitor that morning, babbling away and finally calling out with a tiny little, “Dada?”, Harry had been up and into the nursery to get her. Hearing her say his name was still a novelty for him; it had only been a few weeks since she had learned to say it and Harry’s heart still jumped every time she called for him. She wasn’t walking yet – not without assistance from one of you - but one step at a time…literally.

His little girl was big-eyed and smiley by the time Harry got to her room. She was now able to pull herself into a standing position using the bars of her crib and she was bouncing up and down on her heels when she saw Harry enter.

“Good morning, lovebug,” he said, voice raspy from just waking up.

“Dada!” she replied, pointing at him. As soon as she lifted one hand from the crib, she lost her balance and toppled back down into a seated position on her mattress.

“Oops, careful there,” Harry laughed, reaching in to lift her up into his arms, “Can daddy have a kiss?”

She clasped her hands around his neck and gave him a very dramatic, very wet kiss on the cheek. Harry chuckled and returned the kiss, wiping the baby slobber from his skin.

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So this is something I’ve been working on over the weekend. It’s dirty so if you don’t like spanking and dirty talk, this isn’t for you.

WARNING: Mature content

You were being ignored and you were also extremely horny and needy which didn’t go good together. Harry was in the home office doing god knows what and you had barely seen him all day apart from the quick breakfast together this morning and then he had locked himself in those four walls. You had agreed with yourself to give him time to do what he needed and then you would interrupt after a couple hours. You had given him plenty of extra time to deal with business and now you were just growing increasingly impatient by the second. You had checked your emails, read a book, cooked- everything you could think of but nothing could take your mind off the throbbing discomfort between your legs.

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Teasing Daddy

You knew you were in trouble. Harry was mad, his knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel. His jaw was tight and more prominent than you have ever seen. You had teased him while you were at dinner with his family and a few of his close friends. He had told you to stop and you didn’t; you kept going. You wanted to get him angry so he would wreck you. You had been soaked throughout the day thinking of all the things he would do to you. You had forgotten about the dinner, so when you had found out about it you were slightly disappointed that Harry couldn’t do the things you had imagined he’d do. You hadn’t said anything, but you were soaked, you needed him. The ache between your thighs is the only thing on your mind. You hadn’t realized you’d stopped in front of his extravagant house until you heard his car door slam. He was walking around to your side, no matter how mad he was at you he always opened the door for you. Once he had made it to your side he whipped the door open. You could feel his green eyes burning holes into the side of your head. “Get out.” He growled. You quickly stepped out of the car and onto the drive way. He had slammed your car door as well. “Let’s go.” He said grabbing your wrist lightly and pulling you towards the house. As soon as he got in and he had shut the front door behind him, he slammed you against the wall. “What was that tonight?” He growled looking you in the eyes. His eyes had grown darker since you had left the restaurant. “why did you think it was a good idea to tease daddy?” You whimpered as soon as the word daddy had left his mouth. A smirk made its way onto his face.
“I was…so wet daddy. Needed you.” You whined. His smirk grew bigger on his face.
“Is that right princess, you needed daddy’s cock, his fingers, his tongue?” He questioned pulling your dress higher up on your thighs. When he got the dress up past your hips he saw that you had no underwear on. He ran his finger up your soaked folds. “You’re so naughty princess, not wearin’ any panties.” You moaned feeling his cold finger hit your hot, wet center. He started making feather like touches on your clit.
“Daddyy please.” You whined your voice trembling.
“Wha’ do yah want little one?” He asked moving his fingers down your slit to your tight entrance. He sank his long, thick finger into your tight heat. He moved his fingers at slow pace.
“Wan-t-t your cock” you moaned out feeling his ringed fingers slide in and out of you.
“Is that so, princess? Don’t know if I should, you’ve been a very bad girl.” he said his fingers no longer moving in and out, he simply just rested them inside of your slick walls. You bucked back on his hand to try and get some friction, as you did so Harry’s large hand came bearing down on your bum, you yelped at the sudden sensation. “I’m goin’ tease yah till you’re shakin’ and crying out for my cock.”
“Please no,daddy, I’ll be a good girl.” you cried out, you were impatient, you needed him now.
“Uh-un, kitten. You’ve been a very bad girl. Now get that pretty little ass upstairs, now!’ he demanded you, you quickly followed his orders not wanting to prolong your punishment.
Harry took his time making his way upstairs. He did all he could to make you wait knowing how impatient you were. You got eager hearing his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs.
You sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him. “Good girl, doin’ as daddy told yah.” you didn’t say anything just merely nodded your head. Harry came over to you putting two of his fingers under your chin and lifting your head up to look him in the eyes.”Such a good girl, princess. Lay down on your back” You did as he said laying on your back. Harry made his way down in between your thighs. He once again rolled the dress up to your hips. He ran his long, ringed finger on the inside of your thighs, skipping where you needed him most. He than moved his head down, nipping and kissing your thighs.
“Daddy” you whined, tug on his hair, to get his mouth closer to where you wanted it.
Harry’s hand, slapped your inner thigh.
“You’re gettin’ yourself into more trouble little one.”
“But I need you daddy, please please.” He looks up at you smirk on his face.
“ ‘right princess, hands and knees.”
“Yes daddy” you say getting on your hands and knees. Harry makes his way to the other side of the bed, where you’re facing the wall. He unzips his pants, bringing his boxers down with them. You moaned at the sight of him, his tip was red, precum leaking from him, the vein on his cock prominent.
“Open your mouth little one.” You do as he tells you opening your mouth, hoping to get a taste of him. But boy were you wrong. He moved so the tip of him, was right in front of your mouth. Smirk still present on his face, he started moving his hand up and down his cock. Slow, long strokes, right there in front of you. You looked up at him, pleading him with your eyes, to let you touch him. Harry didn’t do anything, just kept moving his hand up and down his length, soft moans leaving his mouth. You were soaked, you needed him, bad. After a few minutes of harry doing this, he stopped. He bent down so he was face to face with you. “Now princess, why do you think I did that?”
“Cause I was a bad girl.”
“That’s right, yah were. Have you learned your lesson?”
“Yes daddy”
“Good girl” Harry moved so he was behind you. “Christ kitten, you’re soaked” he said moving the tip of his cock up your slit. He slowly pushed into you, both of you moaning at the feeling. “Fook kitten, you’re so tight.”
“Daddy, oh fuck, you’re so big.” Harry started thrusting into you, hard and deep. “D-d-deeper” you moaned out.
“Want to feel me in your tummy princess, want me real deep in yah.” He moved so he could get his cock deeper in you. He moved so his hand was resting on your stomach. “Feel that kitten, that’s me.” He says thrusting harder.
“Daddy, daddy I’m going to cum. Oh please please let me cum.” Harry moved so his hand was rubbing your clit.
“Let go princess. Come on, cum all over my cock” you moaned and whimpered as you came, repeating Harry’s name. Your vision going completely black. Harry moaned at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. “Fuck fuck, I’m gonna cum kitten.” As he finished the sentence he did, he came deep inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of his seed covering your walls. Both of you slipped under the covers, you laid your head on his sweaty chest. He ran his finger through your sex hair, kissing your forehead. “I love you, baby”
“I love you too peaches.”

Okay sooo first thanks for reading I appreciate it, a lot!!! I’m sorry it was so short, nether the less I hope you enjoyed! All the love to you. xx p.s I’m taking requests

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I’ve Always Been Home

I Have Loved You Since One Shots: I’ve Always Been Home (Part 1 of 2)


*if you’d like to listen to some tunes during this, i would just recommend the wreck of our hearts by sleeping wolf.. over and over again!!*

There was a pounding ache in your head. It felt like a million pieces of your brain shattering to the ground, falling apart into almost nothing. Your throat felt dry and with the little strength within you, you swallowed the dry spit in your mouth.

Your vision was blurred and your memories felt cluttered – one here and another there. The lights were bright in the room, too bright. The ceiling was staring straight down at you. There were all these wires tangled around you, you felt paralyzed.

What happened?

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Daddy Harry (blurb)

Omg can you imagine Harry being a dad. I mean of course you can. Just imagine how excited he’d be when you’ll tell him that you’re pregnant. He wouldn’t stop kissing your stomach repeatedly as he’ll whispers ‘daddy loves you’ and ‘come fast’.

And when he’ll notice your baby bump in sure he’d cry. He’d cry because of the baby that’s resting in your stomach safely which you and he created after nights and nights of making love. He’ll kneel down in front of you and will press his ear against your bump even if it’s just a tiny bump.

He’ll bring lots and lots of baby products and will spoil the baby rotten even from the very before till the baby is born.

He will read books, how to handle your mood swings. And I’m sure he’ll succeed in that. He’s gonna be one of a patient husband and a dad. Trying to be as lovely and patience as he can be.

He will run you warm baths and will give your foot massages when they’re swollen and numb. He will spoil you with chocolates and Nutella and will soothe you telling you how much he loves you when you’ll complain about how fat you’ve become or how big your boobs have got.

He will always cope with you somehow.

And finally when the day will arrive. When you’ll Go in labour, he’ll be by your side the whole time. Letting you squeeze his hand or scratch it because of the pain. He will cry with you when you’ll scream while pushing the baby out your vagina because he cannot see you in pain .

But most importantly, he’ll be the happiest man alive when he’ll see the little head out of the whole. His eyes once again will fill up with tears when the squeals and cries of his baby will fill up his ears.

He’s gonna stop dead in his tracks when the nurse I’ll walk to him carrying his baby wrapped up in blanket like a cocoon. His hands will shake when he’ll put them beneath the little bundle of joy and carries the little one in his arms.

Happy tears will leave his eyes and he’ll kiss the forehead of tiny human in his arms and then yours who’s been extremely strong through the unbearable pain.

“Welcome home bubba” he’ll whisper and will continue to pepper babies head with kisses from time to time.

And there he couldn’t be more happy. Harry styles finally will have a family of his own.

Missin' It


This was written long ago so unfortunately I am still indeed in my writing funk. My brain doesn’t seem to want to co-operate. Enjoy the Dad Harold feels. 

“I miss it.” The phrase was muffled by your chest were Harry had decided to rest his head for the night. His words were accompanied by slow strokes over your stomach, your t-shirt pushed up to bundle around your breasts. There was still a slight bump adorning the soft area, only being a month post-partum. Parenthood was…challenging, to say the least. It was no lie that there was no manual to raising a child, but you were proud of your efforts so far, considering you were first time parents.

“Miss what, baby?” The movements of your hand fiddling with the hair at his nape slowed and your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. You were longing to bring your daughter to join you and Harry on the bed, but seeing as this was only one of the few moments of peace you and Harry have had together since her arrival, you decided she was best off in her crib that accompanied your side of the bed. Harry had complained numerous times, but shut up once you reminded him she could be on his side once he produced the right functions to feed her at 3am.

“The bump, an’ havin’ her close. I mean, I love holdin’ ‘eh, but I feel like she growing too fast. I wish we could just rewind.” Your heart burst with love and gratitude; you silently laughed at the fact he thought she was growing too fast. It had only been a month and she was still tiny, her clothes hanging off her frail body. You were watching her now through the gaps of the bars on her crib. She stirred every now and then and you held your conversation until she settled back down.

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Papers (Daddy Harry)

Gah! I’ve missed writing so much and it feels pretty darn good to be back! This was inspired by a request where Y/N’s and Harry’s son is five and hits his mom, so thanks so much for that request! Also, I didn’t know what to call this one, so I called it Daddy Harry #1 (very clever) because I think I want to write more with him as a father. Some context for this one: Y/N and Harry are separated and have a son and this is when they go to Harry’ s birthday party. I’m so sorry for not posting often, but I really hope this makes up for it! Thanks so much for reading! It means so much!

You definitely weren’t the type of person to do crazy things, and becoming a mother had only further tamed any inner wild child. But for some reason, today, with the adrenaline pumping as you drove through the country, it felt like you were doing the craziest thing of your life.

“Mummy, are we almost there yet?” your son Finn asked from the back seat. For a five year old, he was quite patient. Since you started driving half hour ago, he had only asked once. The rest of the time he had been busy flipping through his picture books. His toy guitar sat on the car seat beside him. A beloved gift from his father.

“Soon, my love,” you said, a smile on your face as your eyes landed on the sweet boy from the rear view mirror. Finn was so cute it nearly hurt. His bright green eyes and curly hair practically screamed Harry. His full lips were yours.

“How old is daddy turning?” Finn asked, setting his book down.

You swallowed. “Thirty. Daddy is thirty now.” A lump formed in your throat. The reality was hitting you. It seemed liked yesterday Harry was in his mid-twenties and married to you. Well, technically the two of you were still married. Separated, but not legally divorced. The papers had remained untouched for nearly a year. You weren’t quite sure what you were waiting for, but every time you thought of them, you felt sick, so they were better left ignored.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” Brad asked you. Your attention turned to the man beside you. You forced a smile and nodded. But this was where the crazy feelings originated. Why were you bringing your flat neighbour along to your husband’s (ex-husband’s?) birthday celebration? Brad was nice, no doubt, but you worried his friendly gestures meant more to him than they did you. The real reason he was tagging along was because Finn invited him. An innocent question about weekend plans led to Brad receiving an invite from the birthday boy’s son.

“I’m fine,” you said with a tight smile.

You kept your attention on the road for the remainder of the drive which thankfully wasn’t too much longer. As soon as your car pulled into Harry’s massive driveway, Finn unbuckled his seat belt and began pumping his legs excitedly.

Smiling, you went to take the sweet boy out of his booster seat. Within seconds of placing him on the pavement, he ran towards the house, his homemade present for Harry in his hand. Your heart pulled as you watched how happy your son was to be in proximity of his father.

“Wow,” Brad said, whistling under his breath. He wore a slightly annoyed expression, which puzzled you.


“Nothing, it’s just you and Finn live in a small apartment and this guy lives in this massive house alone. Doesn’t seem right to me,” Brad shrugged.

You felt defensive of Harry. Firstly, your living arrangements were none of Brad’s business. And secondly, he had no right to insinuate that Harry was selfish or unfair.

But you wanted a peaceful evening. The situation was stressful enough, so you said nothing of the matter and only muttered a “let’s go, the party has started.”

Walking through the front doors, you felt an immediate sense of holiday cheer and just…home. The house was decorated beautifully, with ferns and lights hanging off every railing and ledge. Only Harry could manage to pull off the merriness of Christmas into the wee beginning of February.

You walked further into the house and felt Brad’s hand go to the small of your back. The gesture caught you off guard and you subtlety shook it off. It was hard enough to be amongst the crowd known as the mother of Harry’s son who left him years ago; you didn’t need to add a possible new romance into the picture as well.

You said hi to the faces you recognized but avoided any deep conversations as your priority was on finding Finn and saying hi to Harry. You found your son in the lap of Anne, sitting next to Gemma on the living room couch. You took a deep breath to steady yourself. The two ladies had been nothing but nice to you the entire time you’ve known them, but how could they not hold the fact that you broke Harry’s heart and tore up his family against you?

“Anne, Gemma,” you said in way of greeting as you approached them. Gemma stood and embraced you in a hug that made you feel like you were right where you belonged. Anne squeezed your hand as she smiled brightly at you. There was no way she’d let go of her grandson for a single second.

“And who’s this?” Gemma asked, looking at Brad who was standing beside you awkwardly.

“Him? That’s Brad, our neighbour friend! He always gives us sugar!” Finn answered.

The little boy’s words earned a laugh out of all of you and the smile on your face was easy until it landed on your husband. Harry stepped into the living room and it felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs. The boy you had once desperately been in love with was now well into his manhood but he wasn’t any less attractive. In fact, he was only getting better with age. His eyes fell on you and he placed his drink on a side table before he walked over to you.

“Y/N,” he said, nodding.

“Happy birthday, Harry,” you said, voice only slightly above a whisper.

“Thank you, love,” he said, pulling you into a hug. His arms wrapped solidly around your body and his hands rested just above your backside. Your head fit perfectly onto his shoulder. God, you forgot how good this felt. You must have stayed in the embrace for a beat too long because by the time you finally pulled away, you were met with curious stares of his family and Brad.

Looking frazzled, Harry cleared his throat. Finn was the one to break the silence.

“Daddy liked my card and song, didn’t you Daddy?” His expression was so hopeful it almost broke your heart.

“Oh my, little man, it was quite possibly the best song I have ever heard! You’re quite talented!” Harry’s voice and eyes were full of love as he spoke to his only son.

“A song, why I’d love to hear it sometime,” Anne declared.

It was a good song, you had to admit. You had heard it more times than you could count as Finn worked on it for hours. Finn had never reminded you of Harry more than in those moments.

“I gotta get mingling. Finn, come on buddy, join me!” Harry ran a hand through Finn’s hair and walked away with him.

There were so many people in attendance that you wanted to catch up with that you found yourself mingling as well. The entire time, Brad was by your side. He was nice enough at first, but with each sideways glance and curious stare he received from various guests, he became colder and colder. You found your eyes looking for Harry more than once. Each time you saw him, Finn was proudly by his side, looking as happy as ever. Even though so many had come to celebrate with Harry, he didn’t consider anyone more important than his son.

“Come on, Harry wants everyone in the living room,” Gemma said, lightly pulling you by the arm. The space by the fireplace was empty, except for Harry and a man with a piano. You didn’t see Finn and wondered if he was with Anne. But when you saw her by the door with some family, you saw that wasn’t the case.

“Have you seen Finn?” you asked Brad.

“He’s right there,” Brad answered, nodding his head toward the front of the living room.

Sure enough, beside Harry now stood Finn. Harry cleared his throat and got the attention of everyone in the room. It wasn’t a hard thing for him to do.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for coming. It means so much to me to have everyone I love here tonight, and I can’t thank you enough for the role you’ve played in my life. And even though I might not see all of you as often as I’d like, I still love you very much.” His eyes landed on you, and you felt a wave of heat roll through your body. “Now, I have a very special performance with my son, the songwriter. He wrote this song for me, and I thought we’d sing it together.”

Oh God. The piano melody played and the voice of the two most important men in your life sang out. Immediately your hand went to your mouth. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you took in the moment. The way Harry was looking at Finn was so precious that you hated yourself for ever taking the little boy out of Harry’s life. The feeling was overwhelming, and with wet cheeks you had made your way of the living room just as the song ended.

“Come on baby, we gotta get going,” you told Finn as soon as he found you in the kitchen, excited from his performance.

“I don’t want to go home!” he cried.

“No, Finn, it’s time to go. It’s getting late,” you said, wiping your eyes to remove the evidence of your tears. You had brought pajamas for him in case he wanted to stay but at this point, you couldn’t bear to be in Harry’s house any longer.

“No! I’m not going!” Finn’s voice was loud. You gently grabbed his arm to put on his coat but he pulled his grip away and began to swat at you with both arms.

“Finn!” you reprimanded.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on here?” Harry asked as he walked into the kitchen. Finn ran into his father’s arms. From the corner of your eye you saw Brad enter the room.

“Mummy is making me leave!” Finn cried. “So I hit her! She’s mean!”

“Now, Finn, that is no way to behave. And your Mummy loves you very much,” Harry said, knelt down beside the boy.

“Here, let me take him. I’ll calm him down,” Anne said. She guided the little boy upstairs.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out. Truthfully you didn’t know what you were apologizing for. Maybe it was for the scene you caused or the pain you put Harry through.

“It’s okay,” Harry answered gently. “I get it. I hope he didn’t hurt you.”

“You know,” Brad butt in, “Maybe if his father was around he’d know how to behave better.”

Harry tensed and it felt as though you had been slapped. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You never see him! Poor Finn is practically growing up without a dad!”

Now Harry looked like he was in physical pain.

“Brad, you have no idea. You’re out of line,” you told him.

Gemma appeared in the doorframe. Even if she sensed the tense scene she chose to ignore it. “Y/N, Mum’s wondering if you packed Finn pajamas.”

You nodded and went to the car to retrieve them, leaving the two men alone.

“You really need to mind your own fucking business, mate,” Harry said lowly. Usually he didn’t get this angry, but when his family was involved, it was a completely different story.

“Why should I? I’m the one who sees your ex alone and struggling! Unlike you, I actually care about her!” Brad spat.

“Don’t…don’t you ever fucking say I don’t care about Y/N. About my wife. We’re still married, you know? And you have no idea how much I love her,” Harry said.

“Yeah, well I’ll be sure to remember that when I’m making love to your wife.”

Harry took a step forward but before he could throw the punch you stepped in.

Your eyes were clouded with tears. You had heard all of it. Harry admitting he still loved you. Brad’s sick intentions. You took the stairs two at a time with Finn’s pajamas in hand.

Harry found you lying face down on his bed. You didn’t even need to see him to know he entered the room. You still felt that magnetic pull whenever he was close by. The bed dipped with his weight. He wasn’t saying anything but he was rubbing your back soothingly.

“Finn’s okay,” you said quietly. “Your mom put him to bed.”

“I’m glad he’s okay. But right now I’m worried about you,” he said. You turned to look at him. His face was so ridiculously handsome. The light stubble and green eyes had been your weaknesses since the day you met him.

“I’m a horrible person,” you admitted.

“No you’re not,” Harry easily dismissed.

“No, no I am. Because that little boy, that special little boy in the other room deserves a family. He deserves you, you know? And hell, you deserve him,” you cried.

Harry’s eyes softened. “Don’t beat yourself up. I know what you’re thinking, but none of it changes the fact that I still travel a lot.”

“I never should have left you,” you interrupted.

“Look, Y/N, as much as it hurt me, I get why you did it. I get it was easier to just go elsewhere instead of always waiting for me to come home.” Harry was now caressing your cheek. You leaned into his touch.

“I don’t want to sign those papers,” you admitted quietly.

Harry’s lips slightly parted with your confession.


“I said, I don’t want to sign those papers.”

You sat up on the bed as Harry cradled your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes for permission, his lips crashed into yours, setting the fireworks off in your stomach. He planted wet kisses onto your jawline and you began unbuttoning his shirt. You pulled away.

“I want to give you your present now,” you said.

“Fuck, baby, this is my present right here,” Harry told you. “I love you. I never stopped.”

The feelings were out in the open and the clothes were scattered on the floor. With a house full of guests, you and Harry made love as husband and wife, and as parents.

You were naked and lying on Harry’s chest when Gemma knocked on the door and opened it.

“Oh good God, okay…” she said, covering her eyes playfully. Truthfully, she couldn’t be happier with what she saw.

“What do you want Gemma?” Harry asked his sister.

“I just wanted to let you know that I had someone drive Brad home. I didn’t think the two of you wanted him to stay here.”

You didn’t want to see him ever again, quite frankly.

“I’m glad,” Harry said. He paused. “I just hope Finn’s not too upset when he finds out he’s no longer your neighbour.”

“To live with you instead, I’d say that’s a pretty good trade,” you told your husband.

Holding baby (blurb)

Okay so I just wrote some daddy Harry blurb and I must say that I still am feeling fuzzy because of it. FLUFF AND MAJOR FEELS WARNING!

Can you imagine how Harry’s gonna react when it’ll come to holding his newborn. Let’s pretend it’s a girl. Baby girl is what Harry wanted to be his first child.

He’s gonna be so very careful and alert while he’ll put his hands beneath the small bundle of joy wrapped up in pink blanket. His hands would be shaky probably because of the nervousness.

He’ll be so gentle with her petite figure that he might break her. He’s gonna hold the small hands of the baby and bring them to his mouth to kiss them ever so lightly. Baby’s soft skin against his lips tearing him up.

He always will be the one to get up in night when hear the cries of little baby. He’ll assure you and will always go to look after her just because he’ll get to hold we small body.

Time flies fast and he wouldn’t want to waste any moment without holding his little baby as much as he can.

He always will be the one who’ll correct your posture while you’ll hold your newborn saying ‘not like this love’ or ‘position your hand under her head as it’s very delicate’ earning a chuckle from you.

You’ll smile at his adorableness and protectiveness towards his priority at the same time.

He’s gonna be one of those fathers who loves their child to be bold but at the same time he’s gonna carry them just because time flies fast.

He’ll always find a way to cradle his sunshine for as long as he can

Mr Styles.

[Not an AU, set throughout 2014]

Harry enjoys the finer things in life; the fine dining, the fine wine, and fine entertainment. He’s takes a liking to a waitress in his favourite Mayfair restaurant, making sure to ask for her every time. She gives him excellent service, he gives her excellent tips in return. The tips don’t quite cut it though and she finds herself with a second job to cover her time at university in one of the most expensive cities in the world. Harry discovers her second job in a less than chaste circumstance and makes an offer she can’t resist.

“If my boss catches me, he’ll haul me in to the kitchen and throw my hand in the deep fat fryer.”

17.5k // Daddy kink-lite, if I could even call it that.

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Bondage And Love

Kenzy was almost due but that didn’t stop her from feeling aroused just by seeing Harry. She still gets wet at the thought of him caressing her skin and the feeling of his body against her body. She enjoyed the occasional rough affectionate love Harry would offer but she couldn’t help but think of something much more darker.

Harry was in the living room, and Kenzy was in her room laying down on the bed. “Harry? babe can you come here?” Harry gets up to go check on Kenzy, “Coming Love”.

Harry opens the door, “How are you feeling Love?” Kenzy smiles,“ I’m doing fine babe, I just wanna talk about something.” Harry sits on the bed, “ What’s the matter Love?” Kenzy blushes, “I wanna try something new.” Harry looks at her ,“As in??” Kenzy says,“ Babe I wanna be tied up and spanked sometimes.” Harry smirks and chuckles,“
You’re a naughty little girl aren’t yeh?”

He gets off the bed and goes to the night stand where he finds a rope long enough to tie her up with. He turns around and tells her, “Sit up now.” She does as told and he begins tying her ankles and wrists with the rope. Then he starts removing his belt,“you want me to be more rough, I’ve been waiting for this for a long time”

He sits on the bed and places her over his lap. Kenzy moans a little as she feels Harry getting hard. He uses his finger to rub her pussy only to get more moans from her,“This is only the beginning don’t cum”

He picks his hand up and slaps her ass,“You like that?”. He removes the tape from her mouth, “ohhh you want another one??” He slaps her again. “Daddy I love it, I’m ready to give you a blowjob”. He puts her on the floor and pulls down his pants,his cock was very hard.

Her eyes grew wide from seeing his cock. Harry smirked,“ Like what you see eh? Why don’t you come here and show Daddy what you want to do to his cock.” He gets closer to her. She struggles to get his cock onto her mouth. Harry guides her,“ Come on Love be very nasty I wanna see spit coming from your mouth while you suck me”. Kenzy moans and bobs her head keeping her eyes on Harry. She stops to swirl her tongue on the tip and goes back down his shaft “Fuck yeah Baby girl.”

He grabs her breast fingering her nipples only to earn a loud moan from her,“ Alright Love it’s your turn to feel good.” He gets down on his knees and sucks her nipples,“Daddyyyy!!!” Harry grabs her butt and slaps it, “Get on all fours and put your ass in the air”. Kenzy does as told.

Harry teases her entrance from behind, “wow you’re so wet”. He rubs his cock in circles around her entrance,“ Mhmmmmm Daddyyyyy!” He slowly pushes himself inside, both of them moaning at the same time. Harry starts to move in and out,whispering dirty words in her ear. She
continues moaning,“ Daddy fuck me numb” Harry begins thrusting faster until he sees blood,“Love are you ok??” Kenzy continues grinding on him,“ Daddy don’t stop make me cum” Harry continues thrusting harder and faster, “I love seeing you helpless and tied up while I’m fucking you”

Like Father, Like Daughter

For the millionth time that night, you turned over once more. The protruding bump beneath your oversized t-shirt you’d managed to steal from Harry’s drawer making it difficult for you to get comfortable. You sighed, running your hand over your face.

You glanced over at the large bedroom window, darkness still taking its place in the night. The moon’s illuminating glow peeking in slightly through a slit in the curtain to make its way into the bedroom. The little rustle in the sheets made you turn your head back to the sleeping beauty beside you. 

The moonlight landing in the middle of his face as he turned towards you, his lips slightly parted as he breathed out. His arm instinctively wrapped around your middle, his hand falling to your side. You smiled softly, admiring the way he cuddled into you like a child looking for warmth. His hair fell messily over his forehead and across his pillow, his pink lips parted as he snored quietly.

You had your eyes focused on the dark ceiling before his voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Baby,” his voice was low but raspy enough to send chills down your back. You turned your head towards him, the moonlight allowing you to see his face, his eyes still closed. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, your hand falling on top of his on your baby bump. He pulled you closer to him, his legs tangling with your own as he did so.

“You’ve barely slept.”

“I can’t get comfortable,” you sighed, a tiny groan coming from the back of your throat. 

It was true. This pregnancy was rougher on you than it was when you were pregnant with Darcy. Your feet had swell up, you had aches, your cravings were bizarre, and you didn’t even want to think about how much weight you gained.

“Do you want me to run you a bath?” His lips brushed against your shoulder as he spoke, his fingers rubbing circles into your side.

“No, I’m exhausted. I just wish I could fall asleep.”

He pushed himself up a little bit before he whispered a “come here” and opened his arms for you. You were quick to scoot into him, basically throwing yourself on top of him. You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling between his neck and shoulder. Your arm draped over him as his wrapped tightly around you, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

“Mm,” he let out. “Better?” His fingers began a trail up and down your back, releasing the aches built up in your muscles. You nodded, breathing out a sigh of relief as you pressed a kiss against his bare chest. 

“Get some sleep,” his voice was a whisper and you could tell he was falling back into slumber. “Love you.” 

“Love you.”


The sunlight breaking into the bedroom in the morning made you groan as you pulled the duvet over your head. It was too early, much too early for you to get out of bed. 

“Mumma,” you heard Darcy’s voice break through the baby monitor. You sighed, pulling the duvet off of you as you rubbed your face. 

“I got her,” Harry leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “You need to sleep.”

“Are you sure? I can get u-“

His lips were quick to press to yours, his favorite way to get you to be quiet. “I got it. Sleep.” 

You grinned, falling back into the mattress as you let yourself drift off to sleep once more. He sauntered out in his pajamas, making his way down the hall and into the newly decorated bedroom for his daughter. 

Her eyes lit up when she found her father pushing her bedroom door open. “Daddy,” she grinned, reaching for him as she stood in her crib.

“Good morning, princess,” he smiled as he lifted the almost three year old into his arms. “Why are you up so early, little miss?”

She giggled, pressing her head to his shoulder as he pushed her hair out of her face. She never failed to put a smile on his face, his baby girl.

“Are you hungry?” He made his way out of the bedroom and down the stairs as she nodded.

“Where Mumma?” She held on to him as he made his way into the kitchen. He grinned, setting her down in her high chair.

“Mumma’s sleeping, my love. She doesn’t feel very good today.”

“Baby?” She looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with curiosity. He stopped in his tracks and nodded, a proud smile on his face. She was smart, too smart for her age; but boy, did it make him proud.

“Yeah, the baby. So how about we have some breakfast and cuddle in front of the telly until Mumma’s up? How does that sound?” He leaned down to her level, watching as she giggled and clapped her hands.



You woke up hours later to find your husband and daughter lying fast asleep on the couch, her little head nuzzled into his chest as he held her to him. You smiled, pulling the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them up before sauntering into the kitchen to prepare yourself a cup of tea.

You leaned back in your chair with a hand on your belly, your thoughts drifting to tonight’s plans. It’d been a while since you’ve got to a social event with Harry, but he’d practically begged you to go with him.

“Me, you, and Darce. The fashion show starts at 9 and once it’s done, I promise we’ll be on our way back to get her in bed.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his biggest concern to get Darcy in bed at a proper time. All the prime time fashion designers were going to be there tonight and you suddenly felt self-conscious. Maybe the outfit you’d picked out for tonight wouldn’t flatter you as well as you thought it did. But honestly, you were too worn out to pull together a new one.

You glanced over at the time to find it mid-afternoon and you got up to wash your mug out. You looked down at your belly and smiled softly, admiring how fast your baby was growing.

At five months, you’d already begun to show greatly. You’ll never forget the look on Harry’s face when you broke the news to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

You smiled at the memory; the way he pulled you into his arms and spun you around, the way his eyes glistened slightly with tears, and how he leaned down to press his lips to your belly.

Sauntering out of the kitchen and into the living room, you found them still fast asleep but you knew you had to get them up. You sat on the edge of the couch, softly rubbing Harry’s scalp to get him to rouse. His eyes fluttered open, landing on you as he let out a breath.

“Hey, sleepy head.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his lips before he moved over to make more room for you.

“Did you just wake up?” His voice was soft as to not wake up Darcy, his hand firmly on her back. You shook your head, pushing a curl away from his brow.

“No, I’ve been up for a while. I didn’t want to wake you but we’ve got to start getting ready if you still want to go.”

He pouted, looking down at the snoozing toddler on his chest. “I hate waking her up.”  You watched as he sat up, slowly rubbing her back to get her to open her eyes. “Darce,” his voice was soft. “We have to wake up, baby girl.”

She began to fuss, squirming in his arms to try and get comfortable again. He sighed, guilt washing over him as he tried to get Darcy out of her peaceful sleep. “Come on, princess. We’re going to go out for a bit.”

She let out a soft cry, her eyes opening in discomfort as she looked up at him and then at you. She quickly reached out for you, her lips in a pout. You pulled her into your chest, her arms wrapping around your neck as she pressed her head to your shoulder.

“Mumma,” she whined, clearly annoyed her father had woken her up. You couldn’t help but laugh, watching as Harry rolled his eyes.

“I know, baby. We can sleep as soon as we get home, I promise. Do you want to go upstairs so we can get dressed?” You began to get up, your back aching as you lifted her with you.

“She’s heavy, babe,” Harry was cautious as he stood with you, offering to take her into his arms. “I know your back hurts.”

“It’s fine,” you leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take her up to get dressed while you shower.”

“You sure?”

“I’m positive,” you playfully smacked his bum. “Now go get pretty.”

He laughed, reciprocating and slapping your bum in return. “Only for you, missus.”


He walked into the bedroom to find Darcy lying on top of you, giggles escaping her lips as she pressed kisses to your face.

“You are in such a good mood today, little miss,” you couldn’t help but laugh as you held her to you.

He couldn’t help but grin as he made his way over to the bed, climbing in beside you two. “I’m all dressed and ready and my ladies have been goofing around.”

You looked over at him, puckering your lips up goofily for a kiss. He laughed, leaning down to press his lips to yours. Darcy squealed, pushing his face further away from yours as you two laughed.

“Okay, Mumma needs to get ready,” he laughed, scooping her into his arms and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Let’s go get you all dressed up, shall we?”

Darcy nodded, wrapping her arm around his neck and waving lazily at you. You laughed, waving back at her as he made his way to the door.

“I’ll be back, babe. Don’t miss me too much,” he turned back to you, winking with a wicked smirk on his face.

You couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing a pillow from beside you and throwing it in his direction.

“You’re unbelievable.”


“I don’t even know what to do with all this hair of yours, pretty lady,” he bunched her hair in his palm, frustration taking over his facial features.

“Daddy,” she giggled, fluffing up the dress he’d managed to slip her in. He laughed, finally deciding to set a bun at the top of her head before securing it with a hair tie.

“There you go,” he lifted her up back into his arms, his thumb swiping below her eye to catch some crust. “You look so lovely, pretty baby.”

“Daddy!” She giggled, pressing her lips to his cheek. “Love you, daddy.”

His heart fluttered in his chest, his arm securing around her tighter as he held her to him. He heard the words often but it never failed to give him butterflies. His baby girl expressing her love for him could never compare to anything else in the world.

“I love you too, Darcy Gem. How about we go check on Mumma?”

“Mumma!” She squealed, pointing to the door as he already began to make his way out.

“Mumma!” He reciprocated. “We’re coming!” He pushed the door open with his foot and couldn’t stop the smile on his face when his eyes landed on you.

Yes, this pregnancy had taken a toll on your body. But the way you looked was still beyond beautiful in his eyes; you were carrying a new life within you and that was all her carried about. He loved the pregnancy glow on you and if he could, he would impregnate you every chance he got.  He admired you at the moment; the way you let your hair cascade past your shoulder, the way your shirt fell over your bump, and the way you looked down at your swollen feet.

“Need some help, beautiful?” He set Darcy down on the bed before stretching hand out to you, a cheesy smile on his face. You laughed, taking his hand as he set you down on the bed.

“I hate not being able to reach my own feet,” you pouted as he began to roll each sock on to your feet. He leaned in to press a kiss to your knee before helping you push into your boots.

“And I love it because I get to do all these little things for you,” he got back on his feet with a grin on his face. “And I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed. “Are we all ready to go?”

“Ready,” he scooped Darcy into his arms as he followed you out the bedroom door. She giggled, her hands clasping Harry’s cheeks.



“Oh wow,” you looked around, watching all the people scramble to get to their seats. The way the venue sparkled with every light made you look down at Darcy clasping your hand, her eyes focused on the high-leveled lights above her.

“Do you like that, princess?” Harry grinned, extending his arms down to take her into his chest. She quickly obliged, settling on his hip as she pointed up at the ceiling.

“Look, Daddy.”

“I know. It’s pretty isn’t it? Should we take them and put them in your room?” He smirked, knowing he’d catch a reaction from you. As expected, you playfully smacked his arm.

“Ladies and gentlemen, if you’d kindly take your seats,” the voice broke over the loud speakers. “The show will begin in just a few short moments.”

Harry grabbed your hand before making his way to your seats, smiling and exchanging a couple of “hello’s” as he did so. You settled beside him, letting out a breath as you sat down.

“Oh my goodness, look how big you’re getting!” Eleanor beamed from beside you, her hand falling to your bump. You laughed, nodding as you looked down at it.

“That’s what pregnancy does to you,” you smiled. “Darcy, say hi!”

She grinned, hiding her face into Harry’s chest as he laughed. You rolled your eyes, laughing as you leaned back into your chair.

“Now she wants to be shy,” Eleanor laughed, leaning over to give her side a soft tickle.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the show! We’re about to get started so sit back, relax, and enjoy!”

The models, one by one, began making their way down the runway as you watched them pose at the end of the walk. Harry slipped his arm behind you, his fingers rubbing your shoulder softly as you leaned into him.

The aches had begun to take their place in your back, a sigh escaping your lips as you tried to get comfortable in your chair. You closed your eyes for a moment, placing your hand on your side to relieve the ache.

“You feeling okay, baby?” His voice whispered against your ear, his eyes trying to focus on you in the dark. You nodded, letting out a breath.

“Just a little ache, that’s all,” you leaned further into him, your head resting on his shoulder.

What he hadn’t realized was as soon as he set Darcy down on the ground in front of him, she made her way to the runway, climbing on top in the midst of the models.

“Looks like we’ve got a special guest appearance by none other than the beautiful Darcy Styles,” the announcer chuckled over the loud speaker. Harry turned his head to the runway in a snap and his eyes widened, the blush creeping to his cheeks as he watched his baby girl take the hand of one of the models and making her way down.

“Darcy!” He laughed as he looked over at you, watching as you began to laugh, shaking your head as you watched her.

He was quick to get up and make his way to the side of the runway, reaching out for her before she shook her head. His eyes widened as he watched her continue to follow the models down the runway, laughter forming in the crowd.

“Darcy, come to daddy,” he reached out for her once more before he finally got a hold of her, earning a cry from her.

“If that wasn’t the cutest thing in the world,” the voice came over the loud speaker once more. “We’ve got a model in the making.”

You laughed, watching as Harry blushed once more as he began to make his way back to his seat. She began to squirm in his arms, pointing back to the runway in a cry.

“No, daddy,” she cried. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she continued to point back at the runway.

“It wouldn’t hurt to have one more beauty in the show, would it?” The announcer stopped him in his tracks. He rolled his eyes, looking over at you for approval. You laughed, giving him a small nod before he placed her back on the runway. She was quick to take hold of another model’s hand and make her way around.

He couldn’t help but laugh as he took his seat again, his hand placed over his mouth. The crowd began to cheer, clapping as he watched his baby girl steal the show. He watched as she grinned, her small teeth coming into view as she giggled. He waved softly at her as she reciprocated.

“Almost three years old and already ready to be in the spotlight,” you laughed, leaning into him as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “The Styles’ genes are strong.”

He laughed, watching as the show began to wrap up and Darcy was escorted backstage. You were both quick to make your way to the back once the show wrapped up only to find Darcy surrounded by the models.

“She is the cutest thing in the world!” They squealed as she pointed to Harry, a grin on her face.

“You are something else, little miss,” he laughed, lifting her into his arms. “Are you proud of yourself?”

She giggled, nodding as she buried her face into his neck. He rolled his eyes, waving at the models and designers backstage. “Thank you guys for keeping up with this little diva here.”

“She was the perfect addition to the show, Harry! I hope you’ve got yourself ready because she’s going to breaking hearts soon!”

He groaned, shaking his head as he took your hand in his. “Please don’t remind me,” he laughed, looking down at the toddler in his arms. “No boys until you’re fifty.”

Everyone around him laughed, making their way around to say goodbye and congratulating you on the newest addition. Harry was quick to make his way out, knowing your aches were still bothering you.

“Ready to get home?”

“So ready.”


“As much as you drive Daddy crazy, I’ll never get tired of it,” he whispered as Darcy began to snooze on his shoulder, her now damp curls falling around her face. He managed to bathe her and get her ready for bed in record time, a sigh of relief escaping him as her breathing began to even out.

“I love you, Darce,” he pressed a kiss to the top of her head as he laid her in her crib before making his way out and to the bedroom. You’d already found your spot in the large bed, watching as he began to strip himself of the tight jeans he’d managed to squeeze into.

“Well, tonight was…different,” he laughed, climbing in beside you and pulling you to his chest. “We’ve got a little superstar on our hands, don’t we?”

“Mm,” you cuddled into him. “She’s your daughter, isn’t she?” You pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Like father, like daughter.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he pulled the duvet over the both of you.

“That’s my baby.”

There you have it, lovelies! This was probably awful since I haven’t written in forever and I apologize! But I hope you still enjoy my writing and please leave me some feedback! Thank you to the anon who requested this and drop by my ask for anything on your mind, lovelies! 

Anna x 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a piece about Harry coming back from France and you haven't seen him for a while and you notice he's more musclier whilst smut is occurring😈 in light of new pics ppleeeease xxx

As promised, new writing. Loosely based on Important or Summat. Enjoy. x

Warnings: daddy!kink with four rings.

Gentle reminder: requests are closed – this is old.

054. Or Summat - Sequel to Important or Summat

Dawn hasn’t even broken when you hear your name. It’s soft, and thick, and there’s a gentle sweeping sensation over your forehead. Your face scrunches against it and you shrink away from the bothersome, tickling sensation.

“Love,” the gravelly voice pipes up, a little firmer but also pleading. “Don’t yeh wanna say hello?”

Say hello to whom?

You open your eyes and blink. Everything is cloaked in darkness but the sky is lightening through the window, turning from a pitch black to a gradient of indigo and blues.

It’s barely enough for you to make out the green eyes, stubble-lined pink mouth, and beanie-covered curls of your boyfriend.

“Harry?” you croak, blinking furiously to clear sleep from your eyes.

“Someone else you’re lookin’ fo’?”

His answer is cheeky but you’re too vulnerable to care.

“Harry!” you gasp. “Oh, Harry!

He’s laughing at you with sleepy eyes as you fling covers back and scramble onto your knees and throw your arms around his neck. Two long arms wind around you and you grunt as they squeeze you into a bear hug, your lungs feeling curiously more pressed than they would ordinarily, trapped in muscular arms against a chest that is broader and firmer than you remember.

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You shuffled in from the bathroom, a towel tightly wrapped around your body as your feet hit the plush carpet of the master bedroom. The lingering smell of your shower gel followed you into the room, your eyes cast to the two sleeping men on the bed. Dylan had woken you early that morning, in hopes for some early morning cuddles with whatever parent had reached him, and due to Harry’s busy schedule from work, that parent was you. Not that you minded, of course. Dylan was your sweet reminder of Harry, with his large green orbs and lanky legs, and a button nose and soft lips, and you always felt that whenever Harry was at work for the day, there was still a little piece of him at home with you.

With waking up early, you’d tried to get back to sleep, but to no avail. Harry was snorning loudly beside you, and Dylan was snuffling in between both your bodies, and you just felt like the sleep had been knocked out of you. The time was 7:35am when you got into the shower, with Harry’s alarm only just going off for 8:30am.

You watched as he grumbled softly under his breath, and reached an arm out from under the confines of the white duvet. His fingers curled into a light fist, as he lifted his head from the pillow beneath him. A giggle left your lips as he picked his phone up, and pressed the snooze button to quieten his phone down.

“You’re up early, missus. What’s the deal with that? You’re usually smacking me in the face at this time, moaning for me to shut the alarm up” He laughed, as he rolled onto his back and placed his arms over his duvet covered stomach. “Where are you off too?” He wondered, as you perched on the end of the bed with a pair of knickers and your pyjama shors in your hands.

“I’m going nowhere. Dylan woke me up early, and I figured I’d let you lie in rather than have him wake you up” You smiled, sliding your underwear on, followed by the light blue and white checked pyjama shorts. “He’ll need feeding in a minute anyway” You smiled, and patted at Harry’s ankle showing from the end of the duvet. “I had a shower, as you can obviously tell. But I had to nick your hairband, because mine snapped.. again” You sighed, and pulled the towel away from your chest, letting it pool to the floor as you reached down for Harry’s dark green ‘Obsession’ jumper; something he’d worn the previous day.

“You could have woken me up, babe. I have a day off today. I could have gotten up for my little man” He smiled, as he rolled onto his side to face his son. His fingers dancing across Dylan’s babygrow-covered belly. “My handsome boy, aren’t you? Hmm?” Harry whispered, as he watched Dylan’s eyes open slowly. “Oh, hello handsome. Look at those eyes, eh? Just like daddy..” Harry grinned, as he tapped at Dylan’s nose lightly.

“Do you want breakfast? I’m going down to get his milk. I can make you a bacon roll?” You offered, as you bent down to pick up the towel pooled at your feet. “If I bring his bottle up, can you feed him? Then I’ll make you breakfast” You muttered, watching as he kicked the duvet from his legs, revealing his boxer-clad body.

“Of course I can, my lovely. I can just come down now, and feed him downstairs. Watch the highlights from yesterdays football game. Bonding time with daddy, hmm?” Harry laughed, as he lifted Dylan up and placed him on his front, on his chest.

“No. No. Just, watch them up here. Stay in bed. I’ll be back up soon” You smiled, before shuffling out of the room and running down the stairs.

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Harry sat up, his back leant against the pillow he had propped up against the headboard of the bed. Dylan was tucked into the crook of his arm, his cheek pressed to Harry’s bare chest. His eyes were closed softly, and his lips were wrapped around the teat of the bottle Harry had held in his grip. The bottle was warm against Harry’s fingertips as he listened to the soft sound of his son suckling away at his breakfast.

“S'that nice, buddy? You seem to be lovin’ it, so I’m going to take it as a yeah…” Harry chuckled, crossing his ankles over as he cast his eyes to the TV on the dresser. The highlights of the football game from last night played quietly, the almost luminescent colours lighting the dull bedroom up. “S'cold out there today, little man. I can hear rain, and that s'never a good thing” Harry laughed, hitching a leg under the duvet and carefully pulling it up his lower body.

He really loved rainy days, especially on his days off. Because he knew he could just sit in bed, with cups of tea on the go, cuddling with you and his son as random television programmes flicked on the TV screen; a series of Friends usually being something you finished the day with. When Dylan was sleeping soundly against Harry’s chest, his small and fragile fingers gripping the shirt adorning Harry’s upper body.

“I have a bacon roll for my very lovely man…” He heard you holler softly from the hallway, your footsteps being heard as you walked closer to the bedroom. “Has he finished?” You wondered, watching as Harry looked down to the bottle perched between Dylan’s lips.

“Nearly done. That smells good, babe. And you even brought orange juice… Best wife ever” He winked, as you settled the tray on the bedside table and climbed under the covers, shuffling closer to Harry before reaching for the tray of breakfast food; 2 bacon rolls, 2 glasses orange juice and the bottle of ketchup which was nearly empty.

“I like to think I should win the award for best wife. Look what I do for you” You winked, hooking your ankle with his, resting your calf on top of his shin. “But, you’d win the award for best husband. Most definitely. And best daddy. And sexiest daddy. And even sexiest husband…” You grinned, as he took the bottle from Dylan’s lips, his ears perking up as he listened to the sound of his whimpers.

“Hold on, buddy. Have you got the blanket or a towel or something?” Harry wondered, sighing as you shook your head. He held Dylan to his chest, his cheek pressed to Harry’s shoulder as Harry rubbed soothing circles against his back. “I’ll be back in a second, okay? Turn the TV over if you want. Not interested in that other game played” He chuckled, kicking his legs out from under the duvet and standing up. “C'mon then, handsome. Let’s go give you some belly rubs” Harry whispered, as you watched him exit the room, a smile on your lips.

Best husband? He was definitely winning by a long shot.

:: CREDIT TO yourssincerelylarry AGAIN FOR HER EDIT! ::