harold imagines

*buying harry’s rolling stone issue*

cashier: i heard he like put out solo stuff.

me: haha yeah! it’s pretty good.

cashier: maybe i’ll have to take him seriously.

me: *internally* bitch, you best respect my mother fucking man. do you even know who you’re talking to? that man is the sunshine of my existence. you don’t deserve his silky smooth voice in your life. how dare you? who do you even think you are. you got my eye twitching. my palms are sweating. you’re lucky we’re in a public place or i’d whoop your little ass.

me: haha yeah.


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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Tastes Like Melon

   What happens when your close friend kisses you unexpectedly and you have to see him almost everyday at class because you’re going to the same university and also, he is your bestfriends bestfriend?     

 3 am. You stir in bed uncomfortably, the bed sheet are twisted around your body suddenly making you feel like you’re suffocating so you kick them away and take a deep breath. It’s the fifth night in a row that you find it impossible to fall asleep. There’s no light in the room, no noise, nothing that should be bothering you and keeping you awake. But there’s one thing on your mind that keeps playing like a broken record. ‘Friends do not kiss like that.’ Friends kiss on the cheek, maybe on the hand or any other appropriate part of your body but not on the lips, or on the neck. And you definitely shouldn’t be shivering while they kiss the crook of your neck.  

  Then why did you and Harry kiss that night?  

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I am going to play around with this sandbox for Dad!Harold for a while and potentially write a series around this! Let me know if you’d be interested :)

3 minutes had never felt this long in your entire life.

You paced up and down the hallway, checking the timer on your phone with every other step you took. The floating feeling of adrenaline pumping through your system was enough to make you feel a little lightheaded, but you kept walking.

Harry went out on an errand quickly that morning, and you had decided it would be the perfect time to answer the nagging question in your head – were you pregnant?

Having kids was something that had come up in your daily conversations with Harry: he was quite literally obsessed. Sometimes you’d find him staring a few seconds longer at the kids’ clothing sections in stores, or looking up baby names on his phone. It was no secret that he was in love with the idea of someday having a family.

And as sick as you felt this morning, you were sure that day might be today.

The timer rang in your hand and you suddenly found it hard to move. All anticipation and excitement from beforehand was stuck in your throat, and you became nervous. Taking in a deep breath, you exhaled and marched off to the door.

The test sat right where you’d left it on the counter, right on top of the box it had come in. It looked a lot less intimidating when you’d first opened it up.

You reached out to pick it up, bracing yourself as if it was going to shock you when you picked it up. You had to reason with yourself before you turn it over to reveal the results.

“It’ll be okay either way,” you talked yourself up, “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”

You could feel your heart in your throat, it was beating so fast. Although you really wanted to be okay with either outcome, you were hoping that it was positive.

Instinctively, your hand found its way to the top of your belly, not showing any signs of difference from the last time you’d looked in the mirror.

Flipping the test over in your hand, your eyes widened. Your heart was truly beating out of your chest. Tears formed in your eyes, making the two faint lines a little harder to see.

But they were there.

The test shook in your hands, the lightheadedness from earlier not having gone away yet. You backed up to the wall and let your legs slowly buckle as your slid to the floor. You couldn’t stop smiling as the tears continued to streak down your face.

You heard the front door slam shut and Harry call out to you from the entryway.

“Yeah?” you squeaked, voice cracking.

His footsteps grew faster at the sound of you crying and he soon peeked his head around the door frame. Confused, he looked back and forth, then finally down at you on the ground.

“Y/n?” he sounded worried, “Is something wrong?”

A laugh leapt from your mouth as you wiped your cheeks and handed the test in your hand up to him. The confused expression stayed put on his face as he processed what exactly you’d handed him. Slowly, his face changed as he brought the plastic stick closer to his face, from puzzled, to shock, and then finally to joy. You were nodding even before he could ask you, “Is this real?”

“M’gonna be a dad?” he whispered, tears beginning to glint in his own eyes.

You kept nodding, words stuck in your throat and kept caged by the emotion in your chest.

Harry reached out toward you, helping you up off of the cool tile ground and embraced you in a hug. He squeezed you tightly, taking the breath right from you.

“Careful,” you said with a breathy laugh and he just as quickly let you go.

Harry’s hand flew to your stomach right above your belly button, smile etched into his face.

“M’gonna be a dad,” he stated again and again to himself, growing louder each time, “You’re gonna be a mum.”

The tears hadn’t let up from moments before, but they somehow started to fall from your eyes at a more intense rate than before.

“I’m gonna be a mum,” you nodded, the word feeling weird in your own mouth.

Harry stooped down and kissed your belly over your t-shirt, and then back up to kiss you. He let out a victorious yell, probably waking the neighbors on this lazy Saturday morning. You couldn’t help but laugh, as this was the most animated you’d seen Harry in quite some time.

“I’ve gotta ring my Mum, and Gemma,” he went on and on, not pausing for a single breath, “We’ve got so much to do, so much to prepare…”

“Harry,” you said quietly, trying to get his attention.

He didn’t hear you though, of course.

“—and then we’ve got to pick out a new crib, or maybe Mum has our old one at the house—.”


He turned his eyes back to you, cheeks flushed from excitement and a few tears still in his eyes, “Yeah, love?”

You turned to him and took his hands in yours, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “It’s too early, H,” you rubbed your thumb over his, “We’ve only just found out, it has to be a secret for a while.”

You swore you felt his heart drop, just a little bit.

“Secret,” he nodded slowly, “Right, s’too early, you’re right.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about it,” you smiled up at him.

A grin spread back over his face, “Yeah?”

“Of course,” you began to lead him out of the small bathroom, “How do you like the name Rose for a girl?”


Our Harry Dreams.

In order of oldest to newest


Rival - Painter!Harry AU
The Harry I imagine
Part 1

1. Pregnancy Problems

Dad Harold. In which you go through the good and not-so-good of pregnancy.

2. Breaking Point  Part 2*

SMUT. In which you miss him so much you reach breaking point.

3. Worried Sick*  Part 2*

Dad Harold. In which your daughter is irresponsible.

4. Changing Rooms*

In which he reassures you of your worth.

5. Big Spender

Dad Harold. In which you have a problem with his problem.

6. Figuring it out*

Dad Harold. In which you have a typical mom day and your son comes out.

7. Cuddles are the Best Remedy*

In which Harry comes home sick.

8. Noticed

SMUT. In which your horny and Harry just won’t pay attention to you.

9. Locked out*

In which Harry comes to rescue you…eventually.

10. Chaos*
Dad Harold. In which you have to leave and Harry is left to hold up the fort at home.

11. Missin’ It
Dad Harold. In which a quiet night in stirs up some nostalgia for Harry.

12. Active*
SMUT. In which you and Harry are always having sex and you fall pregnant.

13. Mute*
LIGHT SMUT. In which Harry is on voice rest and you are very stressed.

Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart | 1 | Harry Styles

A/N: I seriously almost cried when Harry played this live. I’ve always wanted to hear him sing this song (cause it’s my favorite on Ariana’s My Everything album)! Enjoy!

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I never thought this day would come, but yet, who does and whoever wants it to? Giving my whole heart to someone again was the biggest leap I’ve ever taken, given my history with love. I didn’t think I was ever going to again, and honestly, I didn’t want to. My walls were built up so high that any man I crossed paths with just kept going, too exhausted to try and climb over it.

But not him.

Not Harry.

He smashed through that damn concrete wall with full force, leaving all of my doubts and insecurities shattered into thousands of tiny pieces. It wasn’t soon before he replaced the monotonous graveyard with a garden of beautiful flowers. Each of them slowing blooming as I fell deeper and harder. It was easy to maintain. No weeds ever sprouted, and not a single flower ever wilted. ‘Arguing’ just wasn’t a word in our dictionary. Every tiny spat we had was usually about petty things like what’s better: cats or dogs? Everyone thought our relationship was a little too perfect, but doesn’t everyone want a happily ever after? I certainly do.

I thought I had mine, walking side by side with the love of my life in a fully grown meadow of the most beautiful flowers. But that’s when I saw it. Out of all the vivid petals resides one dull rose that’s beginning to wilt. The dark red hue has disappeared and had been overtaken by a pale grey. When I look over to my left, I don’t find Harry with his fingers laced with mine like he usually would be. In fact, I don’t spot him in this meadow at all.

And all I begin to find is grey.

* * *

“I don’t know that pizza was pretty tasty, but I think I like the other place better.” (Y/F’s/N) said as we weaved through the thick Chicago crowd on the sidewalk. It was mid-week, about four in the afternoon and people were starting to get off of work, so the sidewalks were growing more populated. The two of us were just doing some light shopping downtown since this was the first day off the two of us had in a while. We wanted to try this new pizza joint further downtown, quite aways from our apartment, and from all this walking I was half tempted just to call a cab.

I looked at her with eyes full of sarcasm as we turned right on the block. “And not to mention that it’s closer,” Just as the sentence left my lips, my shoulder collided with a tall stranger as soon as we rounded the corner. Immediately, I apologized quickly with a small smile, not taking in his appearance, then continued on. I massaged the now tender spot on my shoulder, hearing (Y/F’s/N) snicker. “Geez, (Y/N) watch where you’re going!” Her manicured hand poked my rib.

I swatted it away. “Shut up! Like you haven’t done the same thing.”

Giggling, she changes the subject. “So are there any other stores you want to hit up before we head back home?” I simply shook my head in response. “Good, cause my-”

“'Scuse me, miss?” A tap on my shoulder paired with a velvety voice that certainly isn’t from around here tore my attention away from (Y/F’s/N). When I turn, I’m face to face with a real beauty. It’s the kind that’s intimidating, making one nervous just by a simple look or the smallest gesture. His eyes were the lightest shade of green with hints of brown mixed in near the pupils. They reminded me of summer leaves just starting to obtain their autumn color. His short brown curls blew lightly in the cold Chicago air. Two dimples appeared when he grinned and gestured his outstretched hand. In it, held a button with a familiar red-haired mermaid on it. “Does this belong to you? I think it fell off your bag when we ran into each other.”

“Oh, um-” My brain failed to develop a single sentence, too distracted by those delicate features, and the fact that he looked like he stepped out of a fall fashion magazine with his long black pea coat accented with a dark green scarf, golden boots, silky shirt, and black jeans. Now, I could feel my face turn pink, embarrassed that I couldn’t respond to his first question. (Y/F’s/N) finished it for me.

“Yeah, it’s hers. That thing falls off her bag all the time, so thanks for returning it.” She plucked it out of his palm and gave it to me. I tore my gaze away to pin it back on the lanyard of my car keys. “It sounds like you’re not from around here,” (Y/F’s/N) piped, starting up a conversation, and clearly enjoying this stranger’s company.

“M'not, just visiting.” I can feel those eyes on me as he spoke to her, giving me the occasional glance. My fingers worked slowly, making it seem like I was having a difficult time attaching it, but in reality, I was just hiding the redness spreading across my face. “Here,” It didn’t work, apparently, when his hands come into view. I spotted a small tattoo in the shape of a cross near his thumb. “Those things can be a pain,” He joked with a small laugh, and I responded with the same. I thanked him when he pulled away; “So you ladies live around here then?” His green eyes were on me now. 

“Uh yeah, we live down the road actually.” He smiled again which escalated my nerves. “That’s where we were heading, we are worn out from shopping all day.” 

His face fell a little, but it wasn’t long before he threw up a lop-sided grin. “Well, don’t let me keep you. Have a great rest of your evening.” All I did was nod, then we both started walking in separate directions.

“He seemed to like you.” (Y/F’s/N) stated when we approached our apartment complex. The sky was a pale pink mixed with various shades of orange. I shrugged and opened up the outside door, then headed toward the elevators. She pressed the silver button labeled ten once we stepped inside. “Too bad you shot him down. I think the two of you would have looked nice together.”

“He was just nice.” I retorted a little too quickly when she raised a brow. “Come on, don’t give me that look.“

"Why didn’t you ask him out for coffee or something?" 

"No thanks, I’ll pass,” I replied with a little bite in my tone. The elevator doors slid open, and I rushed out with her trailing behind. 

She fell in step beside before we reached our apartment door. I was fumbling around in my purse for my keys, then struggling to insert it into the lock, eager to avoid this subject altogether. “Every guy isn’t the same (Y/N), and you won’t know that until you give it another go.”

Finally, I unlocked the door, and I piled inside, making a beeline straight for my bedroom, but that doesn’t stop her. It never did. “I really don’t want to talk about this…” Once I reached my bedroom, I quickly made an attempt to shut the door, but her manicured hand caught it mid-swing. “(Y/F’s/N),” My eyes immediately fluttered shut as soon as my voice cracked, my eyes filled up with tears of frustration. “I’m fine, just go-”

“No, you’re not fine! You haven’t been in a long time!” I rolled my watery eyes, and retreated further into my room, tossing my bags onto my bed. Her voice bounced off the cream-colored walls as she lectured me. “I know you’ve had bad luck with relationships, everyone does! You’re not alone! You can’t let that get in the way for future ones!”

I crossed my arms defensively, ready to spit pure venom. “Bad luck? Every guy I’ve been with has either cheated, stolen shit, lied to me, was only with me for sex or even all of the above! I haven’t had one serious, honest relationship (Y/F’s/N) out of all six of those so-called men, and you’re wondering why I won’t give fucking love another chance.”

“I know-” 

Hot tears streamed down my cheeks that were red from anger. “And even if I did, they would surely have to be willing to climb over these fucking walls I’ve had to build and sweep me off my feet…” My voice faded out as sobs started tumbling out of my lips. (Y/F’s/N) rushed over to my side and pulled me into a tight hug. I buried my head into her shoulder as her hand rubbed my back. “I’m so scared that I’ll never know what real love feels like.” 

She tightened her grip, and let out a shaky sigh, possibly trying to contain her own tears. She hated it whenever I cried. “Please don’t say that,” She whispered. “He’s out there someone, willing to do whatever it takes to win your heart, not caring how long it takes or how difficult it is. There is someone out there for you.” She pulled away, wiping away the wetness on her own cheeks and sniffling. “Which is why you need to promise me something.” I raised a brow, urging her to continue. “I want you to promise me that if you feel yourself falling for someone, please don’t be afraid? Just let your heart guide you for once.” She held out a pinky which made me giggle. “Give it one more chance. That’s all I’m asking for.”

I sighed. "What if-”

She gave me a reassuring smile. “Hey, you never know if that’ll happen unless you try.”

It was a solid minute that I stared at her promise. She was just trying to help me be the happiest I can be, but I honestly didn’t know if I could handle any more heartbreak. The more prominent pessimistic side of myself always had doubts, negative thoughts, and actions that would steer me in the direction far from the four letter word. But maybe I could try one more time. My pinky wrapped around hers, sealing the promise like we were in fourth grade.

One more chance.

* * *

It wasn’t even a week later before it all started. As cliche as it might sound, I found myself in a coffee shop just down the street from our apartment, grabbing some energy for the late night study session I was about to endure. The line was long, and that evening it seemed like everyone had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. I couldn’t even keep track of how many shitty glares I got or the number of impatient sighs when I placed my order. I was so thankful when my name was called. I grabbed the steaming cup and rushed out.

The autumn breeze was like a breath of relief, and the contrast between the warmth in my palm and the nip of the wind had me all cozy inside, and even more in the mood for the season. Autumn was one of my favorite seasons. I loved all the things that came with it: the weather was in the low sixties, Thanksgiving, Halloween, the colorful leaves, sweaters, and wool beanies. The list was endless. Another thing that came with autumn was fall break: sure it was only a few days, but it still counted as something. It was a little surreal to think that after this semester of college, I’d actually be out in the real world. It was a little terrifying. There would be days where I was just want to feel like I was seven years old, coloring in books or playing outside with friends without worrying about what the future held. None of that mattered then; I was merely enjoying the now.

As I strolled past a bus stop, a familiar face halts me in my tracks and lures me over. The background was a burnt orange surrounded by darker shades and the sparkle of the water. The focal point was the man in the powder blue suit jacket staring intently at the camera. His right arm was propped up against whatever he was leaning against, his hand showing off three silver rings. Along with the suit, the white button up underneath was soaking wet, revealing a few more of his tattoos that decorated his chest. His brown curls were also damp, and one lone piece dangled just above his right eye. Right above the photo was text that read: Harry Styles: Live On Tour, September 26th, 2017. Was that who we met yesterday? Shaking my head, almost laughing about how ridiculous that question was, I continue my way back home.

But then I heard that voice again. "Miss? I believe you dropped this.” My fingers flew up to the strap of my messenger bag to find the pin missing yet again. When I turned around, he looked the same as before: lopsided smirk, messy curls, and sparkling eyes, only this time he sported a bright yellow sweater, dark jeans, and boots. I took the button from his outstretched hand, thanking him quickly before simply tossing into the front pocket of my bag. “How did tha’ pin survive for so long before me?” He joked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I dunno, honestly. Luck, I guess?”

“Well, you must have tons of it.” He chuckled lightly. “I don’ think I introduced myself last time.” He pulls out his tattooed hand from his pocket and holds it out for me to shake. “M’names Harry,”

I took his hand, it’s strong and very warm. A look of confusion was written on my face when I thought back to the advertisement posted on the bus stop. Is he that Harry? I told him my name, then apologize when his brows came together. "Sorry, but you have a striking resemblance to that guy on that poster over there.” I gestured the bus stop that has a few people piling onto the long vehicle that just pulled up. 

That caused him to chuckle again, causing my cheeks to turn bright pink. Why did I feel like I was making a fool out of myself? “Sorry, I, um-“ I started to ramble off an apology that probably wouldn’t have made any sense since I didn’t even know what I was apologizing for.

“No need t’say sorry, love.” His smile grew, revealing those two dimples again. “Tha’ was me you saw over there. I’m just a little amused that you’ve never heard of me before.”

His response made me raise a brow. Now usually I had a pretty good read on people, either an alarm would blare in the back of my brain, screaming to stay away, or it would be silent. After everything I’ve been through, every guy I’ve met has triggered those alarms, but even after that slight narcissistic comment Harry made, there was absolute silence. “Didn’t know I had to.”

His smile faded away, then his eyes widened at my hardened expression. “M’sorry! That came out wrong, didn’t it? What I mean is that it’s a little strange running into someone who has never heard of me before. Sure, it’s common with the older folk, but you’re… younger. So I guess I assumed that you knew, my mistake. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

My defensive stance relaxed, and I gave him a tiny smile. "It’s alright, but you know what they say about assuming? Makes an ass out of you and me.”

“Which is the opposite of what I’m trying to be.” He chuckles, those green eyes light up like the street lights around us as the sky grows darker. “So what kind of music do you like? Maybe mine’s not your cup of tea, which happens.”

“Pretty much anything if it has a good beat and lyrics. I’m kind of open to everything.” He nodded his head while I took a sip of my coffee. 

“Dipped into any new stuff lately?” 

I pursed my lips, pondering on if I actually have, then I think of that song that has been popping up on my Spotify radio that I’ve taken a liking to. Not sure who it’s by or even what’s it’s called; I always forget to check. “There is this one song I like, not sure who it’s by, but I think the name has something to do with a hallway?”

“A hallway?” That smug grin returned, almost like he’s trying to contain his laughter once more. “Not ringin’ any bells. Do you know any of the lyrics?”

“What’s so funny?”

He doesn’t reply, yet pulled out his phone from his pocket, tapping on the screen a few times before holding out the phone for me to listen. The familiar tune started to play, and I gave him a curious look. “Is this the song?” He asked, a smile stretching from ear to ear. I answered with a simple yes, and he said, “Thanks! One of my favorites that I’ve written.” He silenced the song before sliding his phone back into his pocket.

I almost scoffed and had to refrain from rolling my eyes. What are the odds that it would be his song? “Damn, you really are everywhere aren’t you?” I stated with a short laugh.

“Which is why I assumed that you knew about me.” His hand slid through his curls, pushing the few trindles that the wind blew in his eyes.

I shrugged. “Yeah, well I don’t get out too much.” My answers turned short and somewhat sarcastic. I couldn’t help it though, that’s just how I was then. A really paranoid asshole that refused to let any man get close to me. That didn’t stop him though; he didn’t care how much of an impolite jerk I was being. Harry Styles was always persistent. Paired with confidence, he asked the question that put the slightest crack into the concrete walls surrounding my fragile heart. 

“Well, (Y/N). Would you like to?”

anonymous asked:

Can u do some Dad harry where you have 3 kids & it's all cute & cuddly?

Mumma Is Sick

Your head ached and your chest felt tight – breathing was a chore and the tea Harry had brought you earlier hadn’t done much to soothe the burning in your throat. A coughing fit quickly ran through your chest, echoing about your bedroom. 

Harry had you tucked away up in bed, pillows propping you up and blankets keeping the chills at bay. He’d come up to check on your every hour or so, doing his best to keep your three kiddos downstairs to make sure you’d get some rest. 

“Mumma isn’t feeling well today, bubs,” you heard him say from downstairs, “We have to keep quiet so she can sleep, yeah?”

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Request of Harry and y/n after dating for years hooking up in a car and getting caught by paps after they have sex and him getting dressed and going off on them because Y/n was nervous in the first place to do anything with him in public. Lots of daddy *dirty kind Harry and protective Harry. Long hair. Rings on. I'm trying to make this make sense. >.<


This is set in the Lemon Curd verse, but it’s pretty fungible! And it really leans on the daddy!kink with the sex in the car part of this rather than the paps part, but… I think it works? Happy reading. x

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055. Leather and Cars

“We should go out.”

Your smile stretches almost lazily over your face as Harry licks softly over your neck. Your head lolls to the side and his hand offers a cradle for it to lean against as he eagerly attaches his mouth to the new expanse of skin that he’s allowed to access.

You smell like a bakery, he’s sure of it. You can’t possibly as you haven’t worked there in ages, but he thinks the smell has managed to cling to you in a way it hasn’t to him. You smell like warm bread and hot coffee and those lemon curds that the two of you had been fond of sharing together and that he still brings home sometime for you two to indulge in when he thinks of it.

“Why?” you ask him with a fluttering breath.

“Done with your first year, aren’t yeh?” he murmurs.

“I am,” you agree. Harry’s arm is wound around your waist and you cover it with yours, digging into his skin with your fingertips.

“An’ correct me if I’m wrong, pet,” he starts. “But do you live here now?” he says of his home that is just a little more crowded with the two of you and your things that have been slowly finding their way in amongst his.

It’s been “official” for a month now, but Harry has spent the better part of that being out of your hair while you revised.

“Do I?” you ask and Harry frowns instantly before opening his mouth and biting with gentle warning. You squirm out of the hold of his jaws.

“We should go out,” he repeats.

“I don’t know that we should,” you reply.

“What?” he asks with pinching brows. “Why not?”

“Because something always happens,” you say.

“Like what?”

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Just a little Dad!Harold and newborn baby girl blurb for you :)

Every part of your body ached with a dull pain, a sure sign that you’d been pushed nearly to your wits’ end. The small nap you had managed to sneak in for a few hours hadn’t done much in terms of nursing your tiredness, but it had helped some. Sleepily, you turned your head, propped up by a mound of pillows, to see Harry sitting in a blue hospital chair.

Slumped over, rather.

He couldn’t have been very comfortable, one of his long legs tucked up and under himself, the other dangling off the side of the armrest. He held on tightly to a pillow and his head was knocked forward. If you listened closely, you could hear small and even breaths from his tired mouth, shoulders peacefully moving up and down. A smile crept up over your face as you watched him sleep so calmly.

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How would you feel?

I want to dedicate this story to @littlewhitelies1403 and @whoopsharrystyles

I hope you will have some day such an amazing day in your life, with a man who loves you genuinely. And I hope I can share this amazing and wonderful day with you. I will sit on the obligatory “single table” watching you while you’re dancing. And maybe I will have one or two tears in my eyes. 

I hope you will be happy one day, I hope you will find your imperfect, perfect man. 

All the love 


The paper lanterns wiggle in the balmy summer night wind. It’s way after midnight and the crowd has thinned out. Only a handful of guests are sitting on the round tables which are covered with long white tablecloths. They are your closest friends, your parents, his parents, and his sister with her boyfriend. It was a beautiful day, better even than you dreamed. You had dreamed about this day since you were a little girl, and THIS day bested your dreams. He did everything so that you have the perfect day.

You’re  drunk by the night, he too but you saw him at the bar with his best man, drinking some whisky, but also searching for your eyes.

You’re talking to some guests sitting near the dance floor. Your hand rests on the back of the chair, which is also white and the cold metal cools you off. You danced a lot, with your father, with your uncle and of course with your new husband. As you heard Ed’s voice singing for the first time on your wedding you had to smile. He knows you so well. Harry requested Ed play some of your favourite songs as he twirled you around the dance floor.

Now that the candles are nearly burned down, the waiters start to dismantle the buffet.  Your legs are hurting and the corners of your mouth are hurting too.  You laughed and smiled all the time.

Harry touches your shoulder gently while he’s nodding in Ed’s direction, and he smiles knowingly. Ed walks to the band and grabs his guitar.

You feel his soft touch.  Excusing yourself, you turn around to look into his green eyes. His hair is a little sweaty, and he doesn’t wear his jacket anymore. The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled up, so you can see his anchor tattoo. With tender fingers you touch his anchor. His heart skips a beat as he feels the metal of your wedding ring on his hot skin. You made him the luckiest man in the whole world today. You married him today, and he wants to scream it from the rooftops.

“What’s the matter?” you ask him with a soft, tired smile.

Ed starts to play. It’s an unknown melody that you have never heard before. You frown.

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