REQUEST: A one shot where it’s your birthday and Harry wakes you up for breakfast in bed and spoils the hell out of you with loads of gifts and kisses and cuddles?

REQUEST: Can you do a fluffy fluff blurb or one-shot with Harry?

REQUEST: Can I pretty please request a fluffy Harry one shot? Love you Yeli

REQUEST: A fluffy blurb or something because I am craving your writings

Mushed all these together. Love you all! xx

You woke up to the feeling of Harry’s nose nuzzling into your cheek, humming a particular tune while his arms wound around your waist.

The two of you had been dating for a couple of years now, long enough that you spent at least fifty percent of the time at Harry’s place. And if you’d learned one thing about Harry, it was that he absolutely loved birthdays. He loved celebrating them, counting down to them, and he enjoyed other people’s more than he did his own. 

So when your birthday rolled around, you weren’t surprised that he was waking you up at the crack of dawn (or eleven a.m., if we’re being realistic).

Despite your best efforts to not smile you found yourself crinkling your nose, corners of your lips tilting upwards as you squirmed in his embrace. Now that you had given away that you were awake you turned your body so that your back was facing him, reaching to grab his pillow from across the bed and hug it to your chest with a soft grunt.

“Hey, m’right here, I’m more comfy than the pillow,” he complained, his fingertips digging into the soft pudginess of your belly. You squirmed once more, eyes still closed.

“Pillow doesn’t wake me up,” you teased, worming closer against the soft fabric. Harry audibly sighed, his voice at your ear.

“Alright, I’ll just put away all these presents, then…” Harry replied a bit melodramatically, starting to unravel his arms from around your body.

You suddenly opened one eye and turned your head to look back at him, your hands immediately trapping his against your belly so that he couldn’t escape.

“Presents?” You repeated, both eyes now wide open. You were like a little kid at Christmas.

“Tha’s what I said, innit?” he snickers, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against your lips. You puckered them to press a kiss against it, grinning. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before hopping off of you.

When you shifted around to sit up properly on the bed, he was holding a tray of what breakfast foods accompanied by a glass of apple juice. There was also a cup of water that held a single yellow rose in it, causing an elated grin to appear on your features.

“First thing’s first,” he said, setting the tray in your lap and reaching to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Happy birthday, princess.”

“Thank you,” you grinned, feeling like the luckiest girl alive.

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You plant a soft and warm kiss to Harry’s forehead. Then, on his eyebrows, below his eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips—making him giggle at your affections. “Wha’ yeh doin’? Stop,” He turns his head and fights shy of your lips, which have curled up into a wide grin.

“‘M just lovin’ on you…” You playfully whine and continue your assault. Your living room echoes with the sounds of your failed attempts to stifle giggles, and smacking lips. You feel Harry’s hands on your waist, his lips connecting to yours. It’s not long before he’s the one pressing kisses to every inch of his love’s face. 

You laugh and try to avoid his lips, so he mockingly whines, “‘M just lovin’ on yeh, love…”


“Excuse me,” you knew that voice, “may I talk to the manager?” His tone was serious and probably caused the poor sales associate he was talking too a slight panic attack. You saw him walk in, dressed in his normal attire of a vacation dad shirt and skinny jeans and his worn out brown boots. You weren’t expecting him to stop by today, he had informed you earlier that morning at breakfast that he was swamped with meetings.

“I’m the manager,” you couldn’t help but smile as you made your way over to him and your newest employee. “What seems to be your issue sir?” Your voice was sweet and professional and the poor girl he was talking to before looked relieved when you stood next to her.

“Well ya see my lovely girlfriend wondered out tha house this mornin without giving me my goodbye kiss.” You couldn’t even stop yourself from rolling your eyes as he spoke. The sales associate standing next to you went wide eyed as she looked from him too you.

“Well sir, I’m sorry what is your name?” His face went into a smirk as you went on to act as if you didn’t know him.

“Harry, my name is Harry.” He couldn’t help but laugh a little as you extended you hand and when he reached out you expect him to shake it, instead he just grabbed it and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

“Well Harry,” you snatched your hand from his hold and turned to face your employee that was now in total shock. “Thank you Erica I will take care of Mr. Harry here, you can go on break.” She looked relived as she quickly turned and walked away from the two of you.

“Oh so ya gonna take care of me yeah?” You felt his arms slide around your waist as he spoke. You just shook your head as you turned and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“This is a surprise,” you told him before you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “A very pleasant surprise.” You added causing him to smile and show off his dimple.

“I do love ta surprise ya every now and then petal,” his voice was soft and sweet in your ear causing you to just smile. “Got ta keep ya on your toes.” You felt him give your waist a squeeze.

You unwrapped your arms from around his neck as he reluctantly removed his from your waist. You grabbed his hand and lead him towards a corner of the store that was a little more private.

“Ah look mugs! We need more mugs don’t we love?” You laughed as you watched Harry look at the shelves lined with rows of tea cups and mugs, “they got ones with cats on em, we need those.” He reached for a mug that had two cats sleeping on it and you just rolled your eyes.

“Came all this way for a cat mug Harry?” You teased and he shot you a playful glare as he put the mug back on the shelf.

“Came all the way cos someone,” his voice was low and deep as he stood in front of you. “Didn’t give me my goodbye kiss this mornin.” His voice was now a whisper as he leaned in closer to you. You just placed your arms loosely around his neck as his nose started to touch yours.

“Oh silly me,” you teased as you felt him place his hands on your hips. “How could I forget your goodbye kiss?” With that you pulled him closer to you so you could place a sweet kiss to his lips. You felt him smile into the kiss before he pulled away.

“Now that we got that outta tha way,” he gave you a smile as he looked up at the shelf above your head. “We really do need these cat mugs lovey.” You just laughed at him causing him to laugh as well. You kissed his cheek quickly before letting go of him.

You loved when he would come and see you at work, most of the time it was a scheduled visit that mainly involved him brining you lunch. But it was the surprise visits like this that made your heart burst because you knew he was a busy man, and the fact he would squeeze in time to come by a ceramic shop all the way on the opposite side of town from the house you two shared meant the world to you. It was just another little thing that made you love Harry even more.

A/N: A quick blurb, hope you like it ;)

Between chuckles and squeals from both of you, Harry stumbled into your room. His vivid green orbs were engulfed by the warmth of your hands, long lashes tickling on the smooth surface. His tattooed arms supported the back of your thighs, maintaining you still on your piggyback position. 

The rub of his skin against your legs, in an aim to find the best spot to grip, emphasised your snickers, and, consequently, the clumsy swaying of his steps as well.

“You’re gonna make us fall” You teased.

“It’d be way easier if I didn’t have a pair of tiny hands upon my eyes” He said, wriggling his head to squirm out of the improvised blindfold.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get by”

His hesitant treads made the brief way from the doorframe to the end of the bed desperately slow, taking his time to think the direction of his next movement.

“Speed up!” You yawned, tiredness from a hectic, yet amazing day spent with him, showing up. One of your hands quitted the contact with his face, just to end up slapping his bum.

“Ouch! Rude, my ass didn’t deserve that!”

Eventually, both of you slumped onto the mattress, drowsy eyes gazing at the ceiling. Through your minds, memories of the events that had taken place earlier that same day, ran, bringing a butterfly revolution at the pit of your stomachs.

The back of your hands brushed slightly. On edge, the fear that your mad heartbeats could be heard.

“I should get going, otherwise, I’m gonna drift off right here” He turned his face to the side, finding you already laid on your side, innocently, yet dangerously, close.

“You’re tired. Stay the night here” You threw your arm and leg over him, giving him none chance of leaving, even though he didn’t want to, at all.

Harry’s body tensed under you, this wasn’t ignored by you. Looking up at him, you found his stare travelling from your eyes to your lips simultaneously, making up his mind.

“Let me kiss you”


“First Day of Kindergarten”

Summary: Harry and the missus send their son off on his first day of Kindergarten. This imagine is my way of introducing another member of Harry’s new little family with his missus. x

For more family-man/dad!Harry, or to read about his eldest daughter, Rose Anne Styles, view the Harry Styles Masterlist.

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Jude Edmund Styles

Harry pulled into the parking lot. He shifted the gear to park and shut off the car. “Ready?” Harry looked at his five-year-old son through the rearview mirror.

Jude had his head rested on the head support of his car seat, his green eyes still droopy and sleepy. Jude nodded slowly followed by a deep yawn. Jude looked over on his side at his baby sister inside her carrier, wide awake and playing with her little toes. He reached out his arm and held out a finger for her to hold on to. “Darcy, Darcy,” he sang, carefully swinging her arm.

The missus and Harry exchanged delighted smiles at the sight of their two youngest children so full of love for one another. “Ready or not,” the missus sighed as she click off her seat buckle. Harry and the missus opened their doors respectively. Harry opened the Jude’s door while the missus walked to the trunk to grab Darcy’s stroller.

“Are you excited for your first day of Kindergarten?” Harry asked as he placed Jude’s Batman backpack on his shoulders and adjusted the straps to fit him just right. Jude grinned happily, “I’m very excited, Daddy!” Harry took one last look at his little boy. He smiled proudly. He was struck by the strong resemblance he and Jude shared at that age. Harry couldn’t help himself from snickering at Jude’s missing front tooth in adoration and amusement. Jude inherited not only Harry’s physical traits but also his personality.  Jude was playful, charismatic, and sensitive. He was also a bit of a troublemaker and always kept mum and dad on their toes. Harry and the missus were enchanted by the love Jude had for his sisters. Jude always imitated big sister, Rose, and looked after baby sister, Darcy. “I’m her protector, Daddy,” Jude would say. Like Harry, Jude was a momma’s boy. He took opportunity he had to snuggle and cuddle with the missus alone without his sisters dividing her attention. And Jude showed incredibly musical talent, like his big sister, which moved Harry to dedicate a room in their house just for music; he filled it with instruments big and small, installed a make-shift recording studio, and covered an entire wall with shelves of the family’s favorite albums.

It felt like just yesterday Harry and the missus were trying for baby number two. Jude was the same age as Rose when they decided they wanted another baby— with Rose’s permission, of course. Now his little boy was starting Kindergarten. Although a part of him was sadden by the speed of time, Harry was excited to see the type of man Jude would grow to be. There were so many things Harry wanted to teach his son. He made a vow to be there every step of the way for all his children— to be their guide, to raise them as respectful human beings, to show them nothing but love, to be their biggest fan, and, of course, to assure them that he’d always catch them if they fall.

“Give mummy a kiss,” the missus said at the school gate. Jude leaned and transferred all his weight into the arms of his mum. He cupped his mummy’s face and gave her a big kiss on the lips, even making a sound. “I love you,” he missus said to her baby boy.

“I love you, too, Mummy,” his said in a little high pitched voice. He stood back on his feet and tiptoed to look inside the stroller. He softly patted his baby sister head. “See you later, baby sister,” he said to Darcy. “I’m going to school now.”

Harry chuckled and bent down to level with Jude— although, even on his knees, he was still distinctly taller than his son. Jude was small for his age but the doctor assured him and the missus he would grow into his proper size soon enough. “How about Daddy? Do I get a kiss?” Harry asked as he opened his arms for a tight embrace from Jude. “Bye, daddy,” Jude said as he locked his arms around his father’s neck. Jude gave his dad a quick kiss on the lips, too.

“Don’t be scared,” Harry said comfortingly.

“I’m not scared, Daddy!” Jude insisted, stomping his little foot on the ground. “I’m a big boy now— just like you! I got this, Daddy.” Jude stood confidently in front of Harry, his little chest up to the air, his hands on his waist. He smiled widely, his eyes squinted and inherited dimples prominent.

Harry nodded, “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. Well, just know Mummy and I will be here at the end of the day, okay?”

“Okay,” Jude responded. He gave his parents each one last hug before running off towards the crowd of students gathered around a teacher. Jude shot a quick look over his shoulder to check if mum and dad were still here. Harry had his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as the missus laid her head on his shoulder, both waved back at Jude.

“Did you hear him?” Harry asked the missus in disbelief. “He’s a big boy now, like me, he said.”

The missus giggled, “He wants to be just like you, H.”

“Oh, God,” Harry laughed, remembering what a handful he had been for his own mother, Anne.

“Our boy’s going to give you a run for your money, Styles,” she said teasingly.

Harry smiled, looking down into the eyes of his wife. He saw only beauty. Happiness. He was eternally grateful for the woman beside him. The carrier and mother of his children. The potter of his future. The maker of his home.

anonymous asked:

Harry playing guitar is so fucking hot like just fuck me daddy

You know? someone should write an imagine about this. Like You are in bed, painting your nails or playing with your hair, because you are kinda bored and Harry is in a chair by the bed with this song in his head and you have your feet in his lap as he plays with the guitar, you bite your lip watching him, thinking how sexy he looks concentrated and you whisper something like “fuck me daddy” and he looks up totally confused like “excuse me?” and you blush annd say “nothing” he smirks and goes like “oh, that was not nothing…” and he pulls on your foot…. I dunno… you get the idea

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Sign of the Times (Part One)

Right, so I know I said I was going to do a one shot for each song on the Harry’s album, but for Sign of the Times I’m going to do a little mini series in three parts. This is part number one.

All Harry wants is a family, but can he convince his miss to get on board with the idea? And what happens to all this when it all goes wrong?

Let me know what you think, and if you have any requests for future oneshots, you can ask me HERE.

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Harry sat, fingers fidgeting with one of his many rings, nibbling his lip slightly as he considered how he was going to approach the daunting conversation which lay before him. He was going to have to tell her honestly what he wanted, but it was terrifying to think that it could be the catalyst to end their relationship, the relationship he was so deeply invested in, the relationship that he wanted to hold on to forever.

“I don’t believe in marriage.”

The words that she had spoken so casually, the words that had shocked Harry to his core, the words that he had played over and over in his mind ever since he had heard them. It wasn’t that Harry was obsessed with the idea, in fact he hadn’t really thought about it until it had been something that didn’t feel like an option to him anymore, but it was definitely something that he wanted.

The pair had been dating for what seemed like a life time. He couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t together, and that was exactly how Harry liked it. It didn’t feel like ‘dating’ or ‘being in a relationship’, it just felt like he had found his perfect companion and was lucky enough to get to do life alongside her. He had always thought that marriage was on the horizon; it seemed like the logical next step and Harry so eagerly wanted to make sure that they were together forever.

She had never been particularly conventional – she still bought CD’s, she shopped at second hand stores, she didn’t really like computers. But Harry never considered that this determination not to conform would spread to her desire to marry him, or anyone for that matter. More than anything, he wanted a family, and he was horrified at the prospect of that never happening for them, just because she was hung up on the idea of marriage.

Harry was startled from his thoughts at the sound of the door, his eyes darting up to watch the familiar figure as it made its way through the door. “Hey miss,” he said, smiling over at her. “Haz!” she smiled, dropping her handbag heavily and kicking off her shoes, charging at him and collapsing on top of him on the sofa. “Oh goodness I fuckin’ missed you today,” she mumbled, her hands wild as they roamed over his torso, her lips quickly finding his. He kissed her eagerly, savoring the feeling of those soft lips he knew so well against his. He dipped his tongue gently into her mouth, her own working against his in an effortless rhythm.

She eventually pulled away, looking up at him with bright eyes. “That’s better,” she smiled, pecking his lips before collapsing back against the opposite end of the sofa, their legs tangled together. Harry scanned his eyes over the mess of limbs and hair and woman before him and smiled back at her, shaking his head slightly. “Yer crazy,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Hey, ‘ve got ter talk to yer,” he announced, his tone changing slightly as he shuffled to sit up a little straighter. Her eyes widened slightly, the smiled dropping from her face as she moved to match his position. “That doesn’t sound good…” she murmured, leaning forward to rest a hand on his knee. “What’s happened?” she asked softly.

Harry took a deep breath, offering her a weak smile before beginning to speak. “’ve been thinking abou’ what you said abou’ not wantin’ to get married, and I totally respect tha’ an’ you an’ what yer stand for an’ what you want in yer life, an’ I totally get that I migh’ not be the one fer you, yer know like in the long term, cause yer such a free spirit and you deserve ter see the world and be with whoever you wan’,” he rambled on, the words spilling from him quickly and nervously. “But when I look at yer, I see a future, you know? And I don’ need convention or a big public announcement or ter spend lots of money but I need a family with yer. I wan’ ter raise little humans with yer. An’… an’… if yer can’t do tha’ with me, then tha’s fine but I need ter know now so we can stop while we’re ahead-“

She launched herself at him, scrambling across the sofa to get to him as quickly as she good, her eyes wide and worried, hands coming up to cup his jaw and thumbs rubbing anxiously back and forth over his cheeks. “Harry,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his. “The only reason I don’t want to get married is because I think it’s a silly, patriarchal convention. Not because I don’t love you. And definitely not because I don’t want to raise little humans with you,” she smiled slightly, her forehead coming in to rest against his. “You’re my one and only. You’re it, sweet boy. I’m here forever. And I can’t wait to start a family with you,” she whispered.

Harry let out an audible sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping a hands finding her waist. “Thank god. ‘Cause I think we’re gunna make some cute kids,” he chuckled, fingers slipping just under the hem of her shirt, fingers lightly caressing her bare skin. “So do I,” she agree, nuzzling in against him. “So do I.”

anonymous asked:

Okay but what if Harry's on radio 1 with Nick and he's trying to pry into Harry's love life and he's usually one to be dodgy and vague but FOR ONCE he says he's found someone because he's SO happy and confident in the relationship you two share and he gets carried away talking about the stars in your eyes and admits that he's in love (!!!!) with you and what if it's the first time he's ever said it and he doesn't realize you're listening in to the radio BUT. YOU. ARE.

And this happens right around the seven month mark, right? And Harry’s just popped in to chat with Nick, no real reason behind it, so they’re just talking and laughing, and Harry will introduce the songs before they play them from time to time, and they have casual conversations in between each tune, and you’ve been lying in Harry’s bed back at his place and listening, because you just couldn’t get yourself to fall back asleep when he woke you up to kiss you goodbye and Nick and Harry are always good entertainment. 

After a bit, though, Nick asks Harry what he’s been up to, and he shrugs and tells him he’s taking a couple weeks off before it’s time to start rehearsing for the arena tour, but your cheeks heat up at the response Nick has for him. “Y’gonna’ be spending that time with anyone special?” Nick asks, and you imagine Harry’s probably covering his face with his hands like he does when he gets extra bashful – it’s one of the cutest things about him, he’s like a little kid. “I knew better than to come see you, Nicholas,” Harry says, but there’s a smile evident in his voice, and that makes you smile as you roll over to hug his pillow close to you. 

“Oh, give it up, Styles. We’ve all seen the pictures. You can tell us. This is a safe place,” Nick presses on, and you roll your eyes at the fact that Nick is pretending to not know whether the two of you are together or not, when he was just over for dinner a couple of nights ago. You hear Harry’s breathy sort of laugh, the kind he lets out when you start kissing all over him for no particular reason, and you grin. 

You don’t expect him to confirm he’s in a relationship, let alone that it’s with you specifically. You get enough hate on social media just for the fact that you exist in the same general vicinity as him sometimes. It had been your idea to maybe not hold hands and appear so couple-y when cameras are around, too, because you never wanted Harry to think that you didn’t understand that things would be different with him. Relationships, in the past, have been hard for him to maintain with all that comes with being Harry Styles, and you get that, so when he says ‘yes’ you have a moment of genuine surprise.

“Reckon I will be, yeah,” he tells Nick and the entire world simultaneously. He must surprise Nick, too, because the next thing you hear is Nick practically yelling about how ‘you heard it here first – the notoriously private Harry Styles has confirmed his relationship status!” Harry groans in the background and Nick laughs. “You’re happy, then?” Nick questions just after, and you can still hear the smile in Harry’s voice when he speaks. “’M quite happy,” he confirms, and you smile wider, burying your face in his pillow for just a moment and breathing in his scent. “Do you think it’s love?” Nick presses on, and Harry waits just a beat before he answers and it makes you all the more anxious for his answer. Neither of you have said that yet. “’M pretty sure of it, yeah. Love her quite a lot,” he answers, and you’re smiling just as big as you’re certain he is. “Don’t tell her, though. I haven’t even told her, yet. She’s at home sleepin’,” Harry giggles, and you grab for your phone beside you and open your messages with Harry and type: Can’t sleep without you here with me, actually. You wait a few moments more before you type out the words: ‘Told my mum the same thing you told Nick this morning a few days ago btw x’ and press send. 

It’s only about an hour later before he’s home and he finds you sitting at island in the kitchen on a barstool, wearing one of his shirts and eating a bowl of cereal. You smile at him as he walks towards you, and you kiss him back as soon as you feel his lips on yours. “Hi,” you say, after a breathless sort of kiss and he grins. “Told your mum y’quite in love with me?” He questions, and you shake your head, your eyes wide and a hand resting on his chest. “Oh, god, honey – no. I meant I told her I knew better than to come see her. Tried t’send me off with a million tupperware containers with enough food to feed a small village,” you tell him, but you’re smiling before you even get the whole sentence out of your mouth, and he smiles wider once he realizes you’re joking. 

“You’re a menace,” he tells you, and you press your lips to his once again. “I love you,” you murmur, and he kisses you again before he repeats the three words back to you. “I love you.” 

anonymous asked:

51 and 66 please!

#51: “I won’t let you get hurt.”

(And #66: “I’m your husband. It’s my job.”)

As you gazed out the window of your hotel room, down at the scene below, you couldn't stop the overwhelming anxiety from bubbling up in your chest. It didn’t help that Harry was talking in hushed tones beside you, his voice sounding a bit more desperate than usual as he talked to whoever was on the other line.

“And you’re sure there’s no other exit?” He asked, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration as you whipped around to look at him. He gave you an apologetic glance, sighing heavily as he thanked the person on the phone and hung up.

After all your time with Harry, it was rare that he’d book a hotel that didn’t have some kind of alternate exit in case things were unsafe outside. He was never against meeting a few fans, but when crowds like the one below gathered, he feared for everyone’s safety when he stepped outside. He never wanted to be the reason anyone got hurt.

But this time, he’d booked the hotel in a hurry and didn’t think anyone would find out where he was staying. He’d been so careful; he hadn’t left the hotel and only ventured down to the pool in the early morning when nobody was around. But some fans had clearly made a lucky guess, and paparazzi had followed; which was what you were most worried about. Most of the fans Harry met were incredibly sweet and would never hurt either one of you, but once the paps were added into the mix, it became a whole new ordeal.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really didn’t think this would happen.” He winced, shoving his phone in his back pocket and tensing when he took a look outside to the gathering that had seemingly multiplied in only a few minutes. It was nothing he hadn’t done before; not that it wasn’t difficult, but he really didn’t like having these kinds of crowds around you. Maybe he’d signed up for this when he became famous, but you’d never asked for it.

“Do you want me to go out first so they’ll leave? You can follow once it’s safe.” He suggested, momentarily leaning against the bed. You shook your head quickly.

“I’ll miss the flight if we do that.”

“I can book another one.” He shrugged. Once again, you shook your head.

“No, I’m going with you. I’m not gonna mess up our plans because of this.” You insisted, picking up your bag and reaching out for Harry’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Harry handed your bags off to someone else once you got to the lobby, who ensured that they’d end up in the trunk of the car safely. A few security members had been stationed outside, but you were doubtful it would be enough to control the massive crowd.

“Don’t let go of my hand. Squeeze twice if something’s wrong, and don’t stop for anyone.” He gave the speech he’d given you a thousand times, but it never felt so serious until now. There were occasionally a few paps or fans outside when you left somewhere, but there were never this many people to push through all by yourselves.

He noted the panicked expression on your face as you took a look outside, drawing in a deep breath as you tried to calm your nerves.

“Hey, look at me.” He whispered, cupping your cheek in his warm hand and tilting your face towards him. “Relax, I won’t let you get hurt. I promise.”

You nodded slowly, shooting him a quick smile as you reached down to grab his hand.

“I’m ready.”

The pushing was something you’d never experienced before. Everyone was bumping into eachother; the crowd closing in on you no matter how hard security tried to hold everyone back. Flashes went off all around, as you tightened your grip on Harry’s hand and hoped he knew what direction the car was, because you’d lost track a long time ago.

Finally, someone opened the door of the car and he shuffled you inside quickly before he got in himself and let out a deep breath.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at your face and noting the tight grip you still had on his hand.

You nodded slowly, watching as the car sped away from the gigantic gathering of people on the sidewalk.

“Are you okay?” You turned to look at him, his face a bit pale and eyes still wide.

“I’m fine, just- fuck, I was so worried about you. I’m so sorry you had to do that.”

You shook your head quickly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for comfort.

“It isn’t your fault. And I’m fine. Besides, it was nothing, with you right there. Thank you.” You raised his hand to your mouth and pressed your lips over his smooth skin softly, as he gave you a weak smile in return.

“Don’t thank me. I’m your husband, it’s my job.” He huffed, turning to look out the window and let the panicked feeling escape him for a while.

You leaned over to rest your head on his bicep, giving his hand another gentle squeeze as you felt his tense muscles relax a bit under your touch.

“Well, then I guess that means you’re pretty damn good at your job.”

Number One


Harry’s raspy voice immediately filled your senses once you aimlessly reached for your phone and accepted the call.

“Harry, good evening, love.”

“I know I woke you up, don’t pretend,” he laughed, making you smile and turn the bedside lamp on, rubbing your eyes and still not being used to not wake up beside Harry since he’s on tour.

“Go downstairs. There’s a package outside.”


“Trust me, just open the box downstairs.”

You stood up groggily, coming down the stairs and opening the locked door, a small box in your doorstep.

“You got it now?”

“What’s this?”

He laughed, smiling to himself.

“Just open it.”

You took the packaging tape off, the box filled with bubble wrap, only to uncover a small golden trophy, #1 being engraved on the middle and your name embossed on the bottom part.

“Harry,” you chuckled to yourself, ended up laughing which made Harry more than happy as ever.

“I know it’s random. But I just really miss you.”

“I do too. Did I win something or?”

He blushed, not being able to sleep minutes later because of how the thought of talking to you kept him up.

“Nah. Just to remind you that you’re my number one.”

Part 2: O, is for the only one I see.

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“But Andrea, I am really worried about the maths test. It’s not really the best time to go to a party.”

Andrea scoffs.

“Oh, c’mon Lia. We never go out. Like when was the last time that we did?”

“Hum… Last weekend?” Thalia replies, thinking that her friend wasn’t normal.

“See, it’s been ages. We should go. You have all week to prepare for the test. And like, you’re super smart like, you’re goin’ to smash it. I know it.” Says her friend confidently.

“I may have good grades at most of my classes, but maths have always been my worst. And I really need to level up this grade. I have a C, Andrea.” Thalia says, stressing her brain out.

“But Lia….” Says Andrea pouting.

“No Andrea. Now shup up.”

“…we still have 90 minutes of class so, shush please” Ms McCarty says laughing. “So, as I said in the beginning, I’m going to divide you into small groups. The first row is our first group, because you’re just four people. In the second row there will be two groups of four please.”

Thalia turns around to see who was going to be their group, and almost, almost, thinks that she shouldn’t have. She turns front again to see her “friend” (really, who needs friends like this, when you can have enemies) smirking.

“Well, isn’t this interesting” Andrea smirks.

“Andrea Sophia, if you say one thing to him I’m going to murder you, and feed you to my dogs.”

“Woah, calm down sis’. But see, you were saying that you were struggling with maths right?” Replies Andrea, still smirking.

“Yes, I did. But that doesn’t mean…”

“Well” Andrea interrupts Thalia “Mr. Hottie is the maths genius. See, you’re made for each other!!!” Andrea continues, clapping like an idiot.

“Are you having a brain fart moment? There is no ‘made for each other’. Did you forget who he is?” Thalia asks incredulous.

“Oh, don’t act like you’re the nerd and he’s the jock, Lia. You’re like really popular too, you know? And he’s not the average popular kid. I actually think he’s nice.”

“I mean yes, but it’s not going to happen. End of discussion.”

“Yes, end of discussion, for now, because we have to go to their table.” Andrea says, grabbing her things.

“Noooo” Says Thalia, dragging the word. “I’m going to embarrass myself…”

“Hurry sis. You don’t wanna leave prince charming waiting.” Andrea winks. Freaking winks.

I’m gonna die. This is it.

Either way, Thalia grabs her things and goes to their table, internally dying.  

“Hey Andrea, hey Thalia. Nice of you to join’ us!!” Says Niall smiling from ear to ear, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Hey Niall, hey Harry. Hope you understand anything about this because Lia doesn’t. Not one bit.” Andrea laughs, comfortable like they have been friends since babies. How?!

“Well, I’m sorry to say that I don’t have a fuckin’ clue about what’s goin’ on, but my little friend Harold is like really good so, we’ll be ok peps.” Niall says, while putting his arm around Harry shoulders.

Harry, then, lifts his head to look at the new people at his table. Oh God, she’s even more beautiful up close.

“Don’t promise those things Niall, I’m not that smart.” Says Harry, blushing.

“Hum, well, you got an A, so. That makes you smart, doesn’t it?” Thalia replies, shyly, turning into a red tomato.

Turns even more red when Harry shyly smiles at her. “Yea, hum… you see, it’s not, like, my worst class, I guess, hum…” What the actual hell mouth? Where has the English gone?

But then he hears the best sound. Her laugh. Her laugh. He made her laugh. He could die now, he would die happy. The only thing he can do is smile at her.

And, of course, the moment is cut by Niall, who ‘cleans’ his throat.

“I think the ladies should sit down, because Miss McCarty is on her way to here, If you two don’t mind of course” Niall says, with a smirk.

The two girls sit, and then the teacher arrives.

“So, you four are going to be doing the pages 160 and 161. Tomorrow I want to see the exercises done in a clean paper, so we can discuss with the rest of the class, to then see your doubts. Understood misses and misters?” Says Miss McCarty smiling. Really, if she wasn’t their teacher, Thalia would be really at the bottom.

When she leaves, Andrea starts talking.

“Ok, so, do you want to do all of the exercises together, or split in two groups? Like, one page to each group? It would be faster, you know?” Andrea was actually good at maths, with her B, so this isn’t hard for her.

“Yea! I think that is a good idea Andie! You’re good in maths right? Do you think we could form a group? ‘Cause I’m shit at it, mate.” Niall adds, shrugging his shoulders.

“Yeah, that’s okay. I can help you!” Andie smiles. “Are you two okay with that, Harry and Talie? That would be good, since you never understand my explanations, maybe Harold here can help you?” Andrea smirks, knowing exactly what she was doing.

“You don’t understand maths?” Harry asks, with a curious gaze.

Thalia signs. “Have you ever heard chinese, mixed with Russian and adding Egyptian symbols to it? That is Mathematics for me” Thalia declares, with the most serious face she can.

Harry lets out a surprised laugh. “Okay, so is that bad.” Harry smiles at her. “Well, I can try and help you. This part is not the hardest, you just need to memorize the 8 theorems first, then we’ll go from there.”

“Wait, there’s EIGHT theorems? Oh dear God. You can help me right?” Thalia asks Harry.

“I can try. And if you need help with the other things, like trigonometry, I can help… only if you want of course.” Harry says, rushing his words, making Thalia smile.

“I would really appreciate it, Harry.” Thalia blushes.

“So, that’s fixed then. But first let’s divide. You do the first page, and we do the second, okay guys?” Andrea interferes, after long minutes just watching those two.

“Yeah, that’s okay Andie.” Harry smiles at her, then turns to Thalia. “So I think I could start with explaining the first one, which is easy, is that okay?” Harry asks.

“Yes please.” Thalia smiles at him.

Part 3 will be published soon. Thanks for your lovin’!!. Feedback is welcome! Love youuu.


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Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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Just a thought….

Harry comes home and he’s visibly upset. About what, you’re not sure. He doesn’t say much. Barely says two words to you. No “hello” kiss. No tight hug where he buries his nose in your hair. Not one question asking about your day. When he walks past you with a grunt and not so much as a head nod, you know better than to confront him about it.

“M'goin’ to the loo. Need a shower.” Is all he says before you the sound of his boots echoing up the stairs. You debate whether or not to follow him until a few minutes later when you hear the water turn on.

You’ve been waiting on him for far longer than usual and it worries you.
When you walk upstairs and open the door, he’s standing with his head bowed down while the hot water beats down on him. His strong hands braced against the wall in front of him. Shoulders rising and falling quickly from his labored breathing. His head turns slightly toward you, he must have felt the chill from open door, but he doesn’t say a word or make a move to invite you in, but he doesn’t seem to want you to leave, either.

He looks lost and tired. Too tired to ask for what he might want or need from you. So you do the only thing you know how. Shutting the door behind you, you rid yourself of your clothes and you step in behind him. He doesn’t acknowledge you or move from his spot until he feels your arms circle around his middle and your cheek pressed between his shoulder blades. That’s when you feel his hands cradle yours and slide up your arms to pull you around to face him.

He knows you won’t push him to talk, so he takes what he really needs from you, himself. It’s that complete, all encompassing embrace. The one Where he can FEEL you squeezing him so he knows you’re really there. That’s all he’s wanted on nights when he’s been on tour for weeks and you’ve not been there after a hard day. One of those days when he needed the solace of your arms and your words and the only touch that could ease his mind. One of those days when a Skype session just won’t cut it.

He needs to FEEL you. Have your hands clinging to his back. Your lips pressing over and over into his chest until you can feel his heartbeat slow down and his breathing even out. His arms lift from his sides and wrap around your shoulders, holding you closer than maybe he ever has. But still you don’t push, you just nuzzle in closer because you love him and you hurt when he hurts.

When you finally feel his body relax under your fingertips and you hear a deep exhale from his lungs, you know he’s back. His lips leave a trail from your forehead to your temple and onto your cheek. When you lift your head to gaze at him, it’s then that he opens his mouth. You think he might be about to tell you what’s wrong, but…. “I love you.” is all that comes out. He could tell you what had been bothering him, but by then, he knows you’ve already fixed it.