As most people who follow me know, Harry stayed at the hotel my dad works at last weekend, and I haven’t really shared anything about it ‘cause I was asked by my dad, who was NOT asked by any security, to keep it a secret because he wanted Harry to have a completely peaceful weekend in a secluded hotel with no one bothering him. Which he had. And was truly grateful for.
BUT anyway, I went for lunch with my dad yesterday and he did NOT SHUT UP about Harry bloody Styles. It’s just bromance central. Anyway, he told me a few wee stories, including them exchanging shitty dad jokes and just having a laugh etc. And my dad’s favourite one was when Harry’s driver had to go out for some shopping and politely asked my dad if he wanted anything, and Harry was just “jogging” back up to his room before he got to the top of the stairs and yelled “VIAGRA,” which caused my dad and Harry to giggle like fuckin schoolgirls for a solid 5 minutes.
When someone finds out you love one direction then asks how you’re dealing with “the break up” and you know they aren’t worth the whole tortured explanation and your belief system re: The Hiatus™ but you can’t figure out what to say other than “fuck off, becky”:
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.
Hello, everyone! I’ve decided to start writing again. This will be a three-part series as of right now so I hope you enjoy the first installment.
A special shout out to @hcrrystvles for editing this, I love you bb.
dad!harry + teacher!harry
warnings: mentions death, nostalgia, fluff. loads of fluff.
word count: 3,648
summary: the one where Harry’s a school teacher who finds himself teaching the daughter of his first love
Every day that students walked into room 202, they were instantly greeted by the sweet smell of cinnamon buns and vanilla (an air freshener Harry always kept plugged into the wall when he first started working there because it smelt too much like wood). Fairy lights hung above the perimeter of the room, pictures students have drawn covered the wall behind the metallic desk which was covered in magnets. The whole classroom just felt warm. Stepping into Mr. Styles’ year 3 classroom felt like a hug from a friend you haven’t seen in years. It was a safe space for both little ones and teachers alike, no one ever left the room without a bright smile on their face. That was Harry’s specialty.
Harry had taken his job as a teacher very seriously as he took it upon himself to teach the younger generations the most valuable lessons. Not multiplication and cursive writing like the other teachers would say, but things like positivity, acceptance, and kindness. Harry took pride in knowing that when each and every one of his students left his classroom at the end of the year, they carried his teachings with them for the rest of their lives.
Tonight was back to school night and Harry felt himself getting a little nervous as he looked at the time. Parents could be brutal and all he wanted was to be on their good side. He had a feeling this year was about to be little easier though. This year the parents of his students were most likely his age and it brought a strange sense of comfort to him. He could tell because the kids were a lot more open minded and though he wouldn’t admit it, he had a few favorites. Like Harper. The little girl made him feel nostalgic in the strangest way. Maybe it was because she was quite witty for a 7-year-old or that she had an interest in joining his after school choir, but it was something else about her that he couldn’t quite put a finger on.
And she probably doesn’t even really know who Harry Styles™ is, you know? I have no clue who the kid is or anything but he’s probably just a nice man who’s making her whole damn day by being so fun and playing with her at what could be a super boring event for her.
Here it is, much awaited part 3. Don’t forget to give me feedback. Plus re-blog and recommend others my blog if you liked it so far :) And the base of flashback has been borrowed from @secret-rendezvous1d I did some editing here and there. Thanks to her !
Harry thew his head back in pleasure as he rolled his hips against Kristine. They still were at Disneyland with kids and didn’t get time to catch up with each other. So after putting his kids to bed, he started it all by kissing her. His lips trailing kisses down her neck, leaving purple marks on her neck.
‘fuck Harry do something.” Kristine whimpered beneath her. Her chest rising with every breath she took pressing it against his. His silver chain hanging from his neck as he hovered her and slowly pushed himself inside her. Her wetness making it easy for harry to slide his thick shaft inside her in a one swift motion. Her hands coming in contact with his muscular back as she dragged her nails along it.
The next hour was spent making love fucking.
Harry rolled off her after reaching his heights and laid beside her. She smiled and rested her head on his chest.
He didn’t felt right. The feeling was foreign for him. She felt unfamiliar. Soon her soft snores filled the room. and Harry found himself awake in bed staring blankly at the ceiling. His mind was going crazy with a chaos of thoughts. Why was he feeling like this? He himself din’t know. The feeling was making him sick making him questioning himself what was going on.
He started question, did he actually loved Kristine or was it just a illusion. Shaking his head, brushing the thoughts away he pulled her sleeping figure close to his chest.
“Of course I love her” he mumbled and closed his eyes.
You hissed to self as blood gushed out of your finger that you cut while chopping the veggies. You opened the tap and put it under the cool running water. The cool sensation giving relief to you as you padded to the front door to open it where Anne stood carrying a bag with her.
“Elo darling” She said cheerfully pulling you in a tight hug. Her warm affection warming your cold body up. You smiled at her cheerful spirit before pulling away.
“Come inside mum.” You said.
Mum. The very first time you met her and called Mrs. Twist she asked you to call her mum instead. She said that you too were like Gemma to her and calling her Mrs. Twist would embarrass her hearing it from her daughter.
Anne was much of a best friend to you than a mother-in-law. She was always there when you needed her. Whenever you and Harry fought, you’d always ask her for help and knowing his son well, she’d help you. You told her everything. And having her as a mother made you feel lucky
“So, how’re yeh doin’?” She asked rubbing th back of your hand with her thumb sitting on the couch with you as you both sipped on your tea.
“Very well. Thank you. What about you?” You asked putting your cup down on the coffee table.
“I’m good. How’re yeh ?” She asked again.
“i uh i said I’m good”
“I asked you how’re yeh?” She asked once again and there was no backing up from it now. Tears welled up in your eyes and you looked down and sniffed.
“Not good mum. I’m breaking inside. God I feel dead “ You sobbed and were pulled inside the arms of that lovely lady.
“There it is baby. Let it out sweet. Cry all yeh want” she cooed. Her soft voice made weep as you wrapped your arms around her crying your heart out.
“I feel yeh “ She said and after a few minutes of good crying, you pulled away. You noticed her navy blue tee had a damp spot from your tears. You wiped your tears and nose with the back of your hand. And it did helped you. Crying out did help you made feel better.
“I am disgusted with my son right now. Never expected him to do this. I’m sorry he caused you so much pain” she said sympathetically cupping your right cheek.
“He just chose to leave instead of fighting. That’s all mum” You cried softly.
“I feel yeh love. I’ve been at your place before” She said. And she wasn’t lying. The only difference was that their decision of separation was mutual unlike you guys.
“I can’t believe he’d do something like that. He always told me how much he loved you”
“It’s okay mum. Love fades away”
“You really love her, don’t you?”
He looks across to his mother as she nurses her cup of tea, cosied up into Robin’s side, with a smile on her face. The lamps around the room giving her face a gentle glow, shadows forming from her features as Harry’s fingers drag up his your arm softly.
“I really do,” he whispers, nodding softly, “absolutely smitten with her, I am.”
“I think the feeling is very much mutual,” she smiles, leaning forward and setting her mug on a coaster on the coffee table, reaching over to grab his free hand and perching on the armrest beside her son, “she’s wonderful. She really is. I’ve never seen you with such a huge smile on your face before. She’s what you need. Someone to keep you grounded and to stop you from swimming off and getting too crazy.”
“dropping her coffee over my shoes that day was what got us here today. I love her. I really do. She’s changed my life over the last 8 months, mum, and I realised that I’ve never been so crazy for someone before. I love her. It makes me so happy that you like her, as well,” he smiles, looking down at you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I think I’m going to take her to bed. I’m going to take her off into Holmes Chapel tomorrow and show her everything I used to get up to. You’re welcome to join us if you want to come.”
“Oh, no. No, you have some time together. We’ve spent all day with you,” Anne smiles, cupping his face in her hand and pressing a kiss to his forehead, “I’ll have a nice breakfast set out for you both tomorrow. Be up for 8, okay?”
He nods, adjusting his arms around you lifting you to his chest, standing to his feet and bidding a goodnight before he’s making his way up the stairs.
Anne felt her heart aching as she remembered the memories of Harry bringing you to their house for the first time. His lips were spread in a wide grin. She loved how happy he looked and knew you were the one. But now she felt broken. She never expected any of her kid to have divorce in future as she taught them that single thing can destroy many lives.
Thinking of her daughter-in-law brought tears to her eyes. She knew how hard the situation was for her and she felt vulnerable because there’s nothing she could do ease the pain of the poor girl. Nothing but pray to god.
“Eat” Kristine ordered bringing the spoon full of porridge to Noah’s mouth. Harry was in the bathroom and asked Kristine to feed Noah. And without denying she nodded and sat little toddler on baby chair and started feeding her. But he didn’t seem to like her attitude.Since the say Harry brought kids along with Kristine, she felt that Harry payed more attention to kids than her. Once she even wore short exposing clothes to arouse Harry, but instead of getting turned on, Harry grabbed her by her elbow gently and took inside the room only to scold her not to wear such clothes around kids It only flamed the fire inside Kristine more for his kids.
She tried feeding Noah forcefully when he suddenly pushed her away, spilling porridge all over her t-shirt and some on her hair.
“What’ve you done?!?!” she roared scaring Noah. Hearing his cries, Rose came running from the other room and started calming down his brother. But when her eyes fell on Kristine, he couldn’t help but let out a laugh seeing porridge sticking to her hair. Kristine’s eyes flared up with anger as she stood up and hovered Rose. Her hand rising up in the air.
Poor girl’s eyes filled with fear sensing what
“you little piece of s-” she spat when suddenly rose ran and stuck to fer father’s leg crying.
“Daddy!!!” she cried as harry picked her up.
“Wha’s wrong poppet?” Harry asked rubbing her back.
“Kr-Kristine was going to hit me” she sobbed in his neck. Harry pulled away, his eyebrows furrowed as he set her down.
“What? I could never do that to you” Kristine cooed changing herself like a chameleon crouching beside Harry, in front of Rose. She pushed her hand away when Kristine tried to touch her.
“You lie!” Rose cried.
“Sh-she even was saying the S word” Rose cried.
“Oh god. “ Kristine said covering her mouth as tears fell down her eyes. Harry instantly wrapped his arms around her pulling her to him.
“Apologize to kris” Harry old rose rubbing the small back of Kristine.
“No” Rose refused shaking her head showing Harry attitude.
“Don’ Rose. I said apologize” Harry warned and once again Rose denied. It set Harry off the verge. Harry stood up and took a breath trying not to explode on her daughter but he was helpless.
“GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW!” He shouted, making everyone in the room flinch. His loud voice making Noah to burst in tear once again. Rose’s breath hitched in as tears flooded her eyes.
“I hate you” she mumbled ever so softly before helping his brother down the chair and running to her room with him.
After coming back to his senses. He felt hurt. He felt disgusted for scaring his little girl like that. His own eyes getting wet as he sat on the ground with his head in his hands sobbing quietly. Kristine took the chance and brought him to her chest rubbing his back.
“Shhh baby. It’s okay”
As soon as Rose finished up telling you what happened to them on vacation, Y/n stomped out of her house and drove to their Harry’s house. Unfortunately, he wasn’t their and you were greeted by none other than his girlfriend, who was dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and his t-shirt.
“Oh hi. Come inside” she said stepping aside for y/n to come in and she gladly did. Seeing Kristine was making his blood boil. Especially when she was wearing the ring in her necklace that you gifted Harry. You felt sick thinking about how stupid you were to fall for a guys like that.
“Stop” Y/n said trying to be calm. She didn’t wanted any foreplay.
“What?” Kristine asked innocently clearly aware as to why y/n was there.
“Stop being so two faced.And how dare you talk to my kids like that?!” Y/n shouted.
“Oh really? But you husband, oops i mean my boyfriend doesn’t seems to be bothered about it. And about your kids, it’ll be better f you keep them to yourself.” she said standing with her hands on her hips.
“Harry is their father! They have the whole right to be with him! And oh my god I cannot believe he actually likes a bitch like you!”
“Oh please darling he loves me. Probably because I’m not ugly,fat and emotional mess like you. When he spent that night with me, he told me how much he regretted marrying you and voila I helped him every night. All the time he said he was out, he was with me, inside me actually” she laughed
“and you know what? He’s smitten over me” She said. You let out a sob as her words hit you like a knife but you had to be strong, for your kids.
“God. He’s an Idiot. Never knew he fuck buddy would turn out to be someone like you” You spat hatefully.
“Wha’ do ya mean” Said a heavy voice. You turned around and saw Harry standing at the porch, Kristine wasted no time running to him and crying fake tears.
“shh baby. “ Harry said kissing her head before making his way to you. Your heart beat fastened as you took in to his face. He looked mesmerizing. So pure and gentle. He looked so good and it was clear that the divorce wasn’t affecting him where you looked completed opposite but he was too blinded to see how much you were hurting.
“I-I can’t believe you yelled at Rose” you stammered as he hovered you.
“Had to do that t’ teach her some manners. And wha’ did yeh by fuck buddy huh? I love her! Ge’ this fucking thing in your brain.” he said. He was getting red with every word he said.
“It’s alright Haz. I’m okay” Kristine said clutching to his arm sounding so poor and petite. All you wanted to do was to punch her straight in the face.
“No Kris! Nobody talks to m’love like that” He said eyeing you. His eyes dug in you were burning you. You felt naked and wrapped your arms around yourself but the time wasn’t to be. It was to fight.
“I didn’t said anything wrong Harry styles! She’s nothing but a slut, a fuck buddy whom you fucked every night, you spent every night with her moaning where I sat at home, awake the whole night wondering if you’re okay! While you’re kids kept asking for you!”
“And did you ever asked meh why was I? Let me tell yeh because you never were enough! Seeing your face disgusted me!” He yelled. His voice echoed in the house while every word he said.
Your heart clenched. Your chest felt heavy again as a tear rolled down your cheek. Never in a million years you thought he’d say something like this, but he did.
“You are the biggest regret of my life” You whispered.
“If you’re done, I’d like you to leave” He said looking away.
“didn’t you hear him Y/n?” Kristine said her tears all gone now replaced by happiness of you crying. You knew she was trying to evoke you and damn it did work.
“Shut up you bit-” And before you could finish the whole sentence, Harry grabbed you my your elbow harshly and dragged to the porch.
“Get the fuck outta my house!”
Oh well well. I’ve started hating Harry while writing this. Feedback please!
You had gotten used to Harry’s long hair. You were used to your fingers braiding it, putting it in a bun for him when was doing something, playing with it. So Harry didn’t tell you that he was going to cut his precious hair, deciding to leave it a surprise.
Not only did you get used to it, so did your 1 and half year old daughter, Lilly, did too.
So when Harry decided to chop his precious hair, he didn’t tell you; deciding to leave it as a surprise.
He told you he was going to discuss things with Jeffery after you had breakfast, kissed you and his daughter goodbye before leaving.
You were holding Lilly’s arms as she wobbled around, you cheering for her when you heard the sound of key rattle and the door opening. “Daddy’s here!” You said excitedly, holding her hand and slowly walking towards the door as you looked at her, careful she doesn’t hit anything.
“Hi, you two!” Harry grinned. You looked up with a smile only to have it fall when you saw him.
“Holy fu-shi-Oh my God, your hair!” You exclaimed, looking at his — now — short hair.
Harry ran his fingers through it with a grin. “You like it?”
“I-” You were interrupted when you heard Lilly’s loud crying, looking down to see her hiding behind your leg.
Harry frowned, approaching her, only to have her scream louder. You bent down, holding her waist as she hugged you, crying on your shoulder. You carried her, rubbing her back. “What’s wrong, baby?” You cooed, turning so she can see Harry which made her hide her face in your neck. “It’s just daddy, baby. What’s wrong?”
You nodded towards the living room, walking and having Harry follow you before you both sat on the couch, Harry’s hand rubbing Lilly’s back gently. “I think it’s the hair.” You smiled at him before holding Lilly out and making her sit on your lap.
“Hey, baby,” Harry cooed, “What’s wrong? Am I scaring you?”
She looked at him with her big green eyes, tears falling down her cheek as her crying turned to quiet whimpers. “Dadda,” She said quietly with a squeak.
“Yes, baby, it’s dadda. I just cut my hair. I’m still me.” He opened his palms for her, signaling for her to come to him. When she raised her arms, Harry instantly took her, setting her on his lap. “Just the hair, baby.”
You ran your fingers through his hair, looking at it.
Lilly stopped crying, her frown replaced with giggles as Harry started tickling her once she became comfortable with his new look.
Two hours later, Harry had put her to have her nap before going to kitchen where you were making lunch. You grinned at him, pressing your body on his as he held you with a smile on his face. You looked at his hair again, putting your fingers through it, running them down gently.
“You like it?” He asked quietly, staring at you.
You nodded, “I love it. I can see you more like that actually. Look at that jaw.” You giggled before tracing his jaw with your index, feigning a hissing sound as if you had cut your finger making Harry laugh.
“I was worried you wouldn’t like it.” Harry admitted, putting his hands under your shirt to trace circles on your skin.
“And do what? File for a divorce?” You joked, “You look incredible. I mean it.”
“You can still tug at it, you know?” He wiggled his eyebrows, leaning down to press his lips on yours.
“Love ya look perfect,” you just rolled your eyes as you ran your hands down your dress trying to straighten out any wrinkles that might’ve formed on the drive over. Harry had his arm around your waist giving it a squeeze as he leaned in so you could practically feel his breath on your neck. “Stop worrying my love.” His voice made you relax a bit but you were still nervous.
Harry had asked you as well as his family to attend the Dunkirk world premiere in London with him, naturally you said yes without hesitation. But it wasn’t until you had to find a dress to fit your growing baby bump that you started regretting your decision to attend the premiere. You were standing there with Harry, Anne, Gemma and Jeff waiting for them to introduce Harry.
“Harry, you’re next on the carpet.” You heard Jeff whisper to Harry, you felt Harry place a kiss to your cheek as his arm unwrapped itself from around your waist.
“You look very handsome.” You told him as you fixed his collar, he just smiled before you leaned in gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Oops.” You giggled as Harry wiped his lips with the back of his hand in an attempt to remove and lipstick that might’ve transferred from your lips to his.
“I will see you inside my loves.” You just smiled and nodded at him, he gave your belly a quick rub before turning around and walking towards the red carpet with Jeff. You turned around and reached your arm out for Anne to take, she gave you a big smile as she looped her arm with yours.
“Can ya believe our boy is an actor?” You just smiled as Anne gave your arm a gentle squeeze and the two of you walked behind the press towards the theatre. The two of you only got stopped a few times for pictures before making inside the theatre so you could watch Harry make his way down the carpet and do a few interviews.
“He looks so sure of himself doesn’t he?” You whispered to her and she just laughed and nodded. “He’s really done it.” You had to blink a few times to stop the tears that were threatening to fall at any moment. Anne just gave your arm a pat as she pulled you in a little closer.
“Mrs. Styles?” You turned your head and smiled at the man with a clipboard in his hand, “Harry has asked you join him for a few photos.” You felt your hands start to get sweaty at the thought of your face that’s gotten a bit rounder due to your pregnancy and swollen ankles being on the cover of magazines.
You turned and looked at Anne who gave you a reassuring smile before you turned and followed the nice man out of the theatre. You smiled as you heard a few people calling your name as you walked down the steps, you saw Harry in the distance doing an interview.
“Ah yeah, I honestly might be one and done.” You raised your eyebrow as you heard Harry’s voice and when he made eye contact with you he just smiled. “We just want a healthy baby at this point, we don’t really have plans for any more. We want to meet this little one first.” He gestured towards you making the interviewer turn her head and give you a big smile as she saw you making your way towards Harry.
“Well thank you for talking with us Harry, we are so excited to see you in Dunkirk and congratulations again on the baby!” Harry just gave the woman a hug and said a quick goodbye.
He quickly walked over to you and placed both hands on the sides of your head and leaned in to give you a sweet unexpected kiss. You could hear cameras clicking in the background but you didn’t care at the moment, before you could react he was pulling away and giving you a smile that went from ear too ear.
“I missed you love,” he whispered and you just gave him a small smile as he moved his hands from your face to you waist. “How are you feeling? Have you gotten to sit down at all?” You playfully rolled your eyes as him as his eyes went from your face to your belly, out of instinct one of your hands fell to the top of your belly.
“I’m fine Harry, we are about to sit for over an hour so I’m stretching my legs.” You replied and he just nodded his head and gave your hips a squeeze. He leaned in gave your forehead a sweet quick kiss before grabbing your hands and leading you down the carpet stopping for pictures here and there.
“Jus wanted ta show ya off my love.” He whispered in your ear while the two of you were stopped for a picture. You looked up at him and when his eyes met yours all you could do was smile causing him to smile so big his dimple appeared. “Ya jus look absolutely stunning.” He added before kissing the top of your head.
You love that Harry loved showing you off to everyone, even when you felt a little insecure he always thought you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The fact that you were in a dress and heels while so pregnant just made him that much more in awe of you. He loved talking about how excited he was about the fact he was about to be a dad, the whole world was anticipating the arrival of baby Styles. You loved that every chance he got he would mention how wonderfully you were handling the pregnancy even though the two of you both knew that wasn’t completely true.
He would tell people how you make it look so easy, you truly loved him for still finding you somewhat desirable even though your body was changing. He would always tell you “love there won’t be a day that I don’t find you sexy.” And you knew he meant it, that’s just one of the many reasons you loved him.