Sneak Peek of “Christmas Miracles”

“Christmas Miracles” will be posted each Sunday starting on November 26th @ 9 PM EST – read about the series here :)

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PART ONE

Harry stepped away from the tree and started towards you, hips swaying to the Christmas music playing in the background, snapping his fingers to the jazz beat.

You looked at him with wide eyes, trying not to laugh but his dancing pursuit was a bit too much. He closed his eyes, shimmying slightly to the music and humming along, stepping closer and closer to you, causing you to double over in a fit of giggles.

“Harry!” you tried to push him away but he was too into his performance to stop now.

“I’m… dreamin’… of a white… Christmas!

He grabbed your hand and pretended it was a microphone, successfully trapping you into whatever show he was trying to put on. Your chest hurt from laughing and you could hardly catch your breath, cheeks flushed a rosy red and the sweater you had on becoming too warm.

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You raised a brow when Harry plopped down on the couch beside you, a plate full of pie and cookies in his grip.

He shoveled a forkful of leftover pumpkin pie into his mouth, and raised a questioning brow at your stare. “What?” He mumbled.

“Do you really need all of those desserts?”

He let out a disgruntled hiss and continued to focus on his pie.

“Did you just hiss at me?” You laughed and stole a cookie from his plate.

“Maybe.” He swatted at your hand wandering back towards his plate. “Hey, you don’t get to judge me, and then take my treats.” He licked the crumbs from his lips and smirked when you tried to take another cookie.

You pouted. “Harry, I made the cookies!”

“And they’re amazing, buttercup.” He chuckled before shoving an entire cookie in his mouth.

“‘m gonna remember this come Christmas time. You won’t get any of the cookies.” You grumbled, folding your arms across your chest.

He shook his head and put his plate on the table before pulling you into his lap.

“That’s a lie. You will beg me to bake with you, ‘nd I know my sugarplum won’t let my handwork go unrewarded with one of her famous peanut butter blossoms.”

It was silent for a moment before Harry grinned.

“‘nd if that doesn’t work then I know your mom will make me cookies. She loves me too much to say no to this face.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “Just shut your mouth and feed me some of that pie.”

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You knew that Harry had had a bad show from the second he stepped backstage. You’d been watching from the wings and you hadn’t seen anything that wrong. Sure he’d missed a few difficult notes and had slipped and fallen during Kiwi but it wasn’t Ashlee Simpson on SNL bad and judging by the screaming crowd, they hadn’t noticed either. But Harry was always hard on himself and you knew that he had probably been keeping a running tally of everything that he thought had gone wrong. 

When he first got offstage, if he’d had a particularly good show and his adrenaline was still high he’d pick you up and spin you around until you started to feel dizzy and had to bed him to put you down. After this show, he stormed right past you. You had to run to keep up with him so you wouldn’t miss the car back to the hotel. The ride was silent. You racked your brain for the best way to comfort him, but from the way he was sitting as far away from you as possible and staring out the window avoiding the concerned looks you kept giving him, you could tell he didn’t want to talk at all. 

Once you were back in the hotel room, Harry threw himself down on the bed immediately and you decided to make you move. You settled next to him and went to wrap your arms around him. “H,-”  You began.

You were startled when he pulled away from your touch. Harry was a very physical person, and would usually come to you for a cuddle when he was upset. “Can you just leave me alone?” He cut you off. His voice had the hard edge usually reserved for interviewers who tried to pry too deep into his personal life. You’d never heard him use it with you before. Even when the two of you fought could usually keep calm, something you always envied him for. 

Taken aback by his tone you decided to give him what he wanted. Since your hotel room suddenly felt like close quarters, you grabbed your room key and headed to the coffee shop across the street. You weren’t mad you realized as you waited for the light at the crosswalk to change, and neither was he. You were a little stunned at the sudden shift in your boyfriend, and he was just frustrated at not giving his best show. You’d give it an hour, then you’d go check on him. 

As it turned out, he only needed about thirty minutes. After half an hour you received several texts from Harry begging you to come back to the room. You finished your coffee and returned to the hotel. 

Harry was waiting for you in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Once you entered he got to his feet and held his arms open for a hug. “I’m sorry,” He whispered into your hair. “Had a bad show and you were just trying to make it better and I took it out on you. Sorry for speaking to you like that.” 

One of the things you loved about Harry. He never gave a half-assed apology. He always knew exactly what he had done wrong and specifically addressed it. “S’okay. But really the show wasn’t even bad. Your fans still loved it. You falling might become a meme.” 

anonymous asked:

what about you and harry just making out. like you go to try and take off his clothes, but he knows you’re not ready for that yet. you both are just panting messes and a bit of jumping to ease the need. fucking NUT (so basically it’s like twilight saga eclipse lol sorry)

You’d be straddling him, the best way to make out with Harry. His hands would be on your hips, your lips moving slowly and in sync. His tongue would be in your mouth, a slight taste of red wine on his lips.

You’d both be out of breath, just the feeling of being close to one another making your bodies sweat. Your hands would be traveling up and down his torso before attaching to the button of his jeans. He’d grab your shaky hands, pulling away from the kiss to reassure you.

“Don’t need to, love.”

“But I know you wanna…” you’d say shyly. Not that you didn’t want to, but your nerves were through the roof.

“I can wait. Know you’re not ready. Want yeh to be comfortable, Y/N.”

You both would have trouble speaking, just making out causing you both to feel utterly exhausted. You wanted to do more with Harry, but he knew you all too well. Anyways, he can make you feel pretty damn good just by kissing you.

anonymous asked:

can you write an imagine where the reader and harry are engaged, but they've waited to become intimate until marriage and the reader is super freaked out and scared of not being any good or being disappointing to harry? super fluff please x

You and Harry had been engaged for a couple of months, and had been dating much longer than that. Even though your wedding was set for four months from now, you couldn’t help but be nervous.

All of your friends were having babies, and you had always wanted one, but it was hard to think about having babies in the future when you and Harry hadn’t even had sex yet.

It was a decision that came whenever you first started dating. Although neither of you were virgins, Harry was tired of the sexual attitudes that were expressed to him. It was more of his decision than yours, but of course you agreed. It calmed your nerves not having to worry about Harry expecting more.

But now the date was reaching closer and closer, and you couldn’t help but be unprepared and feeling like you weren’t going to be good enough. You hadn’t had sex with anyone in quite a while, and the fact that the next person was going to be Harry gave you butterflies, but also an immense sense of anxiety.

Harry could see it on your face. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking about, but he knew something was wrong when you were blindly staring out the window as he drove. Deciding to not press the issue in the car, he waited until you guys got home.

As soon as you walked into the door, you shoes were kicked off and you headed into the laundry room to put some clothes in the wash.

Harry was practically walking on your heels. His closeness caused you to be a bit frustrated. “Can’t you see I’m trying to do your laundry?”

A frown appeared on Harry’s face as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I was just coming to ask you what was wrong. You seemed upset in the car…and considering the attitude you’re giving me right now, my thoughts are definitely true.”

You let off a huff and a sigh. “I’m sorry for giving you an attitude. I just have a lot on my mind.”

Harry reached his arm out, grabbing your arm. “Put the laundry down and talk to me darling.” A reassuring smile was placed on his lips.

You sighed and set the laundry back in the hamper. “I just…our wedding is coming up.”

Harry frowned again and rubbed your wrist with his thumb. “Do you not wanna get married to me anymore?”

Your heart broke when you heard his words and the sadness his voice held. “No, no. Of course I do Harry. I just…you know how we promised we’d wait?..I’ve just been thinking about it a lot…about how I’m gonna disappoint you.” You looked down at your feet, biting your lip.

Harry’s face immediately softened and his arms were around your shoulders in an instant. “You worry too much.”

You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head against his chest. Eventually Harry spoke again. “You don’t have to worry petal. I haven’t expected anything from you this entire relationship. Hell, if you agreed to not even do it on our wedding night I wouldn’t care. I’m pretty sure getting married to you is going to be the highlight of my life.”

A small smile formed on your face and you pulled your head back to look up at him. “You’re the most amazing fiance, and I hope you know how much I love you.

Missing Daddy

This came pretty much from nowhere and in the same document I wrote this I also wrote a few more short dad!harry ideas if you guys would like me to work on those and post them, let me know. Also while I was away and hiding on another blog I wrote some things and IDK if you guys would want me to repost them here or not and I don’t know either so i’t be good to know if you’d be interested? Anyways, enjoy some Dad!Harry fluff



Harry was away, and as usual that meant you and the twins had to go through things differently. Harry wasn’t there to fix something around the house or compose the boys a song when they were bored after school. There was a hole in the house dynamic but you were ready to face it like you’d done before and would surely do in the future. It doesn’t really get any easier, missing Harry, but as the boys grew older they did tend to at least help around and make it not as stressful. Seven was a great age where they understood daddy wasn’t around at the moment, which also meant mommy was a bit more tired than usual.

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  3. This was updated on November 24, 2017.

Blurbs 

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“Did You Just Hiss at Me?”

Getting caught making out with best friend Harry

Harry comforts you during your period

“I Lost Our Baby”

“I Don’t Love Yeh Anymore”

“Five More Minutes”

anonymous asked:

Vocal harry fucking you senseless😍

Harry would be incredibly vocal during sex, telling you what he wants, what feels good, praising you and your body. He’d range from whispers to loud moans, the uncontrollable spills of words rolling off his tongue. After teasing and foreplay, he’d feel insane- almost as if he wasn’t even in his own body anymore.

He’d slam himself into you, fucking you hard and fast, the sounds of skin slapping skin filling the room, along with Harry’s words.

“So tight, pet. So good f’ me. Love when I fuck you like this, yeah?”
“Wan’ me harder? So dirty, only f’ me. Act like a proper slut when I fuck yeh.”
“I’m gonna cum if yeh keep squeezin’ me like that, love. Feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

He’d leave large, purple bruises on your chest, his fingerprints engraved on your hips. He wasn’t afraid to fuck you hard- and he definitely wasn’t afraid to do it loudly.

Here’s a thread of my favorite thing: harry in yellow🌞🌻🐝💛⭐️🍯🍋🍌🌼

This iconic photo

One of my all time favs

Such beauty

Let’s not forget this most sacred day

Little bumblebee

This throwback

Anotha one

The sunglasses here

This shirt again🍌

And finally this smol bean/a literal ray of sunshine🌞☀️

Let’s all give a round of applause to thank harry for inventing the color yellow🍯

The Boxer

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 10k

Prompt:

“You’re supposed to be in the hospital gown, it’s why we laid it out for you,” Y/N stated, pointing the pen in her hand at the white gown by his feet.

“I’m not wearing that paper shit,” Harry grumbled, “and I’m perfectly fine to leave.”

“That cut says otherwise,” Y/N says.

Harry watches as she sets down the clipboard and turns on the sink to wash her hands, she’s cute. She’s nothing like the kind Harry would go for. His usual prey would be at the bar, lonely, maybe going through a breakup, but he knew for sure that by the end of the night she would be in his bed. Y/N on the other hand looked like too pure for him, and he hated that look.

From his experience Harry had learned that girls like Y/N believed that they were too good for a guy like him. Girls like Y/N, with an innocent smile, soft skin, and soft voices, tended to only use him for one thing, to make their parents upset. Harry had seen it time and time again, it was only a matter of weeks before the girl would crush his heart and move on to someone better.

“I don’t feel anything,” Harry stated.

Harry had grown numb to just about everything. He couldn’t feel the punches thrown at him, he couldn’t feel his emotions, it all just seemed gone to him. He didn’t mind though, no emotions meant he couldn’t get hurt, and no pain meant he was unstoppable.

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Boxer Harry Styles highers, incredibly perky Y/N as his on-call nurse.


“I hate the graveyard shift,” Y/N stated, slumping into the chair.

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Harry is going to be the best dad. Proof:

i c o n i c

loOK HOW SMALL

this is so funny hahahah

THIS

bab(ies)

never let this moment die (“MAKE SOME NOISE FOR ERIC”)

Look how happy he gets at the POSSIBLITY of there being a baby near

I love how prominent he is in lux’s life (uncle knobhead) ((LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS))

Even theo is shook #same

And finally, this. I love how playful he is with them ugh

I could go on and on but tumblr has a 10 picture limit HAHA

Am I the only one who thinks that he is not only riding a car like this….. ^^