Cos I’m bored. And sleepy.

The bed dipped as he slid into the sheets, lifting the covers quietly, watching your resting body in the dim moonlight for any sign of movement. He was careful, because he knew you were a light sleeper. The slightest disturbance would wake you, and he wasn’t ready to surprise you just yet. He wanted you to wake up to him the next morning, and scream your head off in excitement, covering his face with kisses. He wanted to be pounced on, and smacked a bit “why didn’t you tell me!” and pinched. He wanted you to be surprised and rested.

            Taking a long breath in he slid under the blankets, clambering with his lanky clunky limbs, finding the mattress and holding his breath when his head hit the pillow. He exhaled in relief, quietly and slowly, when you had not moved a single inch. He was exhausted from the red eye flight, and frankly wanted to pass out right then and there, but he was too busy enjoying the way your nose looked in the contrasting light. And the way the little puffs of breath escaped your lips as you slumbered. He enjoyed watching you dream, your eyelids flickering a bit from time to time, and brow furrowing then relaxing in seconds. Perched on his elbow, he watched you exist. He watched your soft movements and wanted so badly to kiss your cheek.

            “Ha…” escaped your lips just gently, his ears perked up, waiting for you to continue. But you shuffled and moved, rolling over to face him.

            He couldn’t help himself; he had to push the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed over your soft cheek, a gentle stir stopped him, but then he continued, smiling when his fingers tucked under your ear and you sighed, a happy sigh, your lips automatically puckering like you were going in for a kiss.

            Harry leaned in, tucking his face in slowly, before skimming your lips gently. He held it there for a moment carefully, then pressing his lips to yours. He held it there for a while, just feeling, not moving, your soft skin on his driving him wild. Suddenly you inhaled hard, eyes popping open and he pushed his lips back.

            Your eyes adjusted and you groaned, and then sort of jumped at the figure in front of you.

            “Shhh”, he skimmed his thumb over your bottom lip, “s’only me, baby”,

            “Harry”, your eyes immediately started to water. You weren’t sure if this was real or a dream, but you didn’t care. Everything about him made your heart fill up and your brain go woozy. And you liked the feeling.

            “Wanted to surprise yeh”, he said softly, “didn’ mean teh wake yeh”, as he spoke you watched his jaw line move in the moonlight and your instincts told you to touch. Reaching out for him his lips grazed your palm, your fingers tucking a loose curl behind his ear, just like he just did to you. He watched your eyes as you made the connection that he was not in fact a dream, and pulled you close into his arms when he noticed you were going to start waking up before he wanted you to.

            “Baby go back to sleep”, he said in your neck, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning… and for a long time”, he reminded you but all you wanted to do was kiss every part of his face. But your sleepiness was dominant right now, his smell and his warmth overwhelming your senses so comfortably it was like you were being hypnotized.

            “Turn around”, you told him and you felt him smirk into your neck, and he softly turned in your arms that were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close into your chest.

            You nuzzled your nose into the space between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the smell almost enough for you to roll your eyes all the way back into your head.

            He rubbed your arm and kissed your wrist, adjusting himself as you held him. You loved being the big spoon, and he loved that you loved it.

            “Gon’ kiss your face all over tomorrow”, you yawned, your yawn transferring to him, causing a small squeak from his mouth and a shudder when he was done.

            “Lookin’ forward to it”, he mumbled sleepily, “sleep, love”, and you pulled him close, taking one more big breath in, snuggling your perfect body pillow.

Who We Are : Chapter 32

Jacqueline’s POV


“Jackie, I …” Harry says back to me and I could tell he was trying to find the words to get him out of this situation.

I just told him that I knew he was cheating on me with Kathy again, and I made a promise to myself that whatever he said or do, I would never forgive him for that. I knew my worth now and no matter how much I loved him, I would never allow him to treat me the way he did before. I was stronger now.

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Dating Harry would include:

• cute pet names
• his favorite rings on your dresser
• hot tea on chilly nights
• inside jokes
• summer drives in classic cars
• finding and sharing old indie music
• having black and white pics of your socks, fingers, smile, etc. on his Instagram
• braiding his hair
• steamy impromptu make out sessions in dressing rooms
• calling Anne and the family to catch up
•chaste kisses
• late night conversations
• drunken dances
• lots and lots of cuddling
• dates at the local art museum


This is me, indulging in my own wants and dreams. Enjoy! xx


Originally posted by vanessawharres

Excitement is running through your veins as you go around Harry’s spare bedroom - you had been staying in LA with him for a few days and he’d managed to get tickets to a Rolling Stones concert that was happening in town.

His name got him a lot of things, not that it mattered to you and you usually didn’t like it when he pulled some strings to please one of your wishes or spent a bit of his money on you, but this time, well … You couldn’t say no to Mick Jagger.

It’s a small venue, a much luxurious and VIP filled event, something you’re not quite used to yet but that it makes your insides tingle with anxiousness - you’re seeing the Stones in the flesh, beside one of your best friends… That’s what you call luck.

You’re buzzing while you get ready but you’re being very careful and detail oriented with your make up because it was a special night - you, Harry and your favorite band. The liner is close to perfect, your lips painted red in an allusion to the band’s logo, your outfit a simple long sleeved tight black t-shirt, black suede skirt and to top it all off, thigh high boots that made your legs look as good as you wished they really were. You smile at your reflection in the mirror, hair carefully wavy and messy and you pick up your purse from the bed just as Harry appears in the door way.

His eyes are trained on your legs and you can feel his stare from where you stand, running up your body until he finds your eyes. It makes your skin tingle and your hands shake, but you keep it together. This was not the time and the place – today was about having fun with a friend.

“Those new?”

His voice brings you out of your thoughts and you try to brush off the memories that his longing stare evokes. Last time you were in this house, a few months ago, he had you bend over practically every surface of it – the kitchen counter, where he’d licked you to one orgasm after another; the couch, where he fucked you slowly and tentative after a night of movies and a cuddle; the guest bedroom, where you stand right, and he’d managed to sneak into during the night and fucked you silly, tummy pressed to the mattress as he grinded on you from behind until you screamed; on his bed, where it felt like he’d made love to you, slow and tender, filled with kisses and soft lingering touches … that one you hurt the most and it was the one that stood out for you, out of the many other times he’d been inside you. You tried to forget and if anyone asked, you swore it was just a moment of weakness between you and your fuck buddy but in your mind, your body and specially your heart, it didn’t feel like that.

The question is painted with curiosity and he’s quirking an eyebrow as you walk towards him with confident steps. You feel good and it shows in the way you walk.

“D'you like it?” You laugh as you reach him, hand resting against chest. It’s an awfully intimate touch and Harry hums, looking at you again, his fingers rubbing against his strawberry red bottom lip.

“Pretty.” He smirks, giving you a side eye glance before stepping aside to let you through. You shake your head at him but you keep on walking, picking up his keys and the invites from the counter.

“Shall we?”

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There are SO many different types of 'pretty'

calling yourself ugly because you don’t look like a certain model is like a calling a daisy ugly because it doesn’t look like a rose

Put a Ring on It

Harry Styles-One Shot

A/N: I think I broke my own heart writing this. Let me know what you think! xx

You watched the happy couple twirl around on the dance floor, both of them sporting big, goofy grins on their faces, clearly hopelessly in love.

“Ugh,” You groan quietly to yourself, feeling a pang of jealousy in your chest. You were incredibly happy for the newlyweds, Louis deserved to be happy and his lovely wife was just what he needed to be his best self, but the couple had only been together for a few short years.

You cried when Harry came home and that day and announced that his best friend had popped the question, but they anything but happy tears, even though that’s what you’d told your very concerned boyfriend. Truth be told, they were big, ugly jealous tears rolling down your cheeks, but you’d never admit it.

You know it’s childish to think this way, and you know that Harry doesn’t ‘believe’ in marriage, but after eight years of serious dating, a part of you can’t help but hope that he liked it enough to finally put a ring on it.

“Hey, Angel,” A deep voice purrs into your ear, making a smile appear on your face, “You look dead on your feet, you ready to head up to our room?”

“Yeah,” You nod, turning your head to him and leaving a kiss on his stubbly chin, “I can’t wait to get this dress off so I can breathe again.”

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Everything I Need

Originally posted by hryhoney

The waste bin at the side of your bed is now filled to the top with tissues, electing a sigh from your body. You had just emptied it an hour ago, but Harry’s incessant sneezing and coughing caused the bin to line the top in record time for him. 

“Baby,” He groans, a hand practically taped to his stomach as he called out for you. “come ‘ere, I need you.”

You stride over to his side but only to collect the rubbish, standing to frown at his sick body.

“I’ve got to empty this out and call the doctors after you’ve had your tea first, my love.”

Harry pouts, shaking his head.

“I want you ‘ere, cuddlin’ with me. I think it’s the best way for me to get better.”

Your eyes roll whilst you begin to walk out of the room, “There’s nothing a bit of medicine can’t help as well.”

The tea is scalding hot as it steeps in the mug. You find yourself rummaging through random paperwork till the number of you and Harry’s usual doctor’s office is located. He is hardly ever sick, let alone an illness attacking him whilst he is at home with you. For a while, you were beginning to think the man was invincible. But until last night when he spilled his guts out into the toilet bathroom, your heart went out for your favourite human, hating to have him suffer through.

“Hi, yeah, I’d like to schedule an appointment with Dr. Hansen for my husband, Harry, he’s been complaining about his throat…”


“Careful darling, it’s still really hot.” You inform Harry, who gingerly takes the mug into his own hands. He blows over it a few times before taking a miniscule sip, deciding to let it wait a bit longer.

“Mm…” He hums, the simple herbal tea soothing him slowly.

“Come lie here with me.” He pats the spot next to him, your space usually. You give him one look of authority before giving in. He hums again as the bed dips for you, tugging you closer to his body. You risk a possible infection but soon melt into him as you always would.

Harry moves to kiss the top of your head, “I’m feelin’ better already.”

You chortle, “We have an appointment at 11:30 with the doctor.”

“What time is it now?” He grunts, throat already extremely dry. You urge him to drink more time before replying.

“9:45, ish. You’ve got a bit of time to nap some more before I’ll wake you.”

His lips curve downwards as he questions, “You’re not going to stay ‘ere with me?”

“I would love to,” You start, going over to peck his cheek before getting up, “but we both know I can’t get sick, my love. And you need something else in your stomach besides tea. I’m going to make you soup.”

You begin your walk to the kitchen when he calls out for you. The whine in his voice causes you to chuckle, silly man.

“I’ll be back in a few moments, H.” You tell him commandingly before heading off to the kitchen with your phone in hand.

“Hi Anne, did I wake you? I’m so sorry if I did.” 

Anne only chuckles on the other side and you can picture the smile on her face from hearing from you.

“You didn’t, sweetheart. I get up early nowadays to care for the little zoo we have going on in our backyard. Have you seen the photos in the group chat?”

You laugh, “I did, and they’re adorable. I’d love to come and see them with Harry soon.”

“Oh please do! It’s been so long since you guys have visited, we miss you! How’ve you guys been?”

“Not so well lately.” You frown, “Harry’s caught some sort of bug or something. I think it might just be a sore throat because he tells me it hurts and he’s got a fever so I scheduled an appointment today.”

“Aw,” You can practically see her frowning as well, “how long has he been complaining about it?”

“Today’s the third day, last night he threw up so I decided then.” You tell her, well-aware of how matronly you are sounding. “I didn’t know how clingy he gets when he’s sick, jeez.” 

Anne laughs on the other end, “Yeah, he’s always been like that, ever since he was a child. He’d always want me to be with him, and I’d always tell him I’d get sick but he’d only shake his head and say, “If you get sick, mum, then I’ll be the one to take care of you”, he was so sweet.”

“God, I love that.” Your eyes sparkle at the sight, a wave of love for Harry coursing through you.

“And as God would have it, I did get sick one time, and Harry kept on his word and took care of me!”

You giggle through the phone with her at the silly boy you both love.

“That’s so sweet of him, I can see it now. Anyways, I called to ask about that soup recipe you say he loved whenever he was sick? I’ve lost the paper telling me how to make it.” 

“Oh!” Anne then goes to ramble off instructions and ingredients. You whirl around the kitchen, finding yourself fortunate to have all of the needed things. The soup was relatively simple but equally as flavourful and useful to a sick Harry.


It’s a little past 10:30am when you finish cooking. The soup simmers warmly on top of the stove, waiting to be served. You smile to yourself, shutting the gas off before pouring some into the bowl.

You tip-toe into the bedroom in case Harry’s fallen asleep. To your surprise, he’s not fallen asleep, but drifted into space with his thoughts. His eyes are fixed to the corner of the room, seeming to study the miscellaneous things you two have scattered in your room.

It takes a the scrape of your knuckles against the door for him to be knocked out of the stare and pulled away from whatever he was thinking of.

“You were gone for a while…” He speaks. You notice the raspiness of his voice and wonder if it’s just because it’s still morning or of his sickness. Though whatever it is, the accent you adore can’t be more present.

“Your mum taught me how to make your favourite soup. I have it here if you’d like.” You smile and he replicates your face.

“You didn’t sleep though?” 

He shakes his head, “I was thinking of a new song, actually. Could you hand me my journal, love?”

His hands soon become filled with the leather-bound book, fingers flying to write the lyrics that were occupying his mind. You bite your lip, admiring the scrunch of his face as he concentrated on remember. 

This is Harry in his element. This is Harry doing exactly what he’s meant to do. This is Harry, the man you’ve fallen so deeply in love with because he’s decided to do what makes him happy. 

“You’re staring.” Harry notes, taking another moment before looking to you. 

You blush, “I’m your wife. I have a free pass to stare all I want, thank you very much.”

He rolls his eyes but you add on, “Don’t act like you haven’t taken your glance at me as well.”

“I’m your husband, I can admire you all I’d like, thank you very much.”

This time your eyes reach the back of your head before you move to hand him his soup. Harry sets his journal aside and takes the bowl in his hands.

“Hm…” He sniffs the concoction, eyelids shutting to take in the aroma. 

“Just like home.”

You grin as he happily takes in the prepared food. Flopping down on your side of the bed, you feel the smooth material of his book in your hands. Papers stick out and though it seems just a bit used, you hold a love for the journal since it means so much to your husband.

From what you are able to peek at, his handwriting varies from neat to rushed, depending on how fast his ideas were sprinting through his mind. Ink smears and small doodles pop out. Harry catches your interest in his writing and temporarily puts his food away. 

“D’ya want to see what I wrote?” You nod eagerly. Though you two had practically no secrets in between, you kept out of his writing to give him the space he needs.

I wanna write you a song
One as beautiful as you are sweet
With just a hint of pain
For the feeling that I get when you are gone
I wanna write you a song

Harry watches intently as your eyes light up even further.

“This is really nice, H.” You whisper, rereading the lines again. “What’s this about, though?”

He gestures to you, scooting even closer.

“It’s the truth, really, about how I feel whenever we’re separated because I have to go on tour or whatever.” He says the last bit dreadfully. 

“It’s sort of like a thank you song for putting up with me whenever I’m like this. Or in general, really.” 

You chuckle, “C’mon Haz, I know you love being babied when you’re sick, I understand.” 

He only groans, burying his head into your neck. 

“I love taking care of you, you’ve always taken care of me even if it was physical. Besides, gives me extra time with you before you go back to the studio and gets me out of work for a bit.”

His warmth radiates off to you and you’re forced to hold yourself back from a kiss.

“I don’t understand how you’re able to write so wonderfully even when you’re sick.”

“It’s cause I love you.” Harry utters gently, meeting your eyes with sincerity. 

You smile, “I love you more, darling.”


The waiting room of the doctor’s office is filled with all sorts of people; those probably sicker than Harry, looking miserable and absolutely freezing in their place, those who are just around for their physical as they look like they could do anything and those who rocked the in between status.

Though everyone stares at you and Harry with curiosity as he clings to your body for warmth. You assume that they’re only looking because of what Harry does for a living, but in truth they’re just wishing they could have a relationship like yours with him. But you don’t know that, and neither does he.

“Harry Styles?” All the heads snap towards him as he readies to follow the nurse.

“Would you like me to come with you?” He rolls his eyes as if you’ve just asked a stupid question, which you have.

“It’s necessary.” 

You simply laugh, standing on your feet to move towards the exam room. The nurse points out that Harry shouldn’t be holding on to you so much if he’s contagious, but he tries to explain to her that he requires you to be with him for warmth. She then attempts to argue but loosens up as she sees there’s no point in arguing; you two are going to stand-cuddle no matter what.

Minutes later after an exam with Dr. Hansen, she decides that your boyfriend bears a bacterial infection and is prescribed antibiotics as treatment but will have a blood test done on him as well.

“I might have mono?!” Harry’s eyes bulge out in disbelief. 

You speak softly, “I-If he has it then… then there’s a chance that I’ve got it as-as well…”

“It probably isn’t since I assume you two only swap saliva with each other and since she hasn’t got any symptoms for it, but we like to check just to be safe.”

“Baby, I swear I didn’t even drink from the same cup as anyone-”

“I know, H.” You sigh. But apparently Harry’s sore throat, fatigue and fever are consistent with mono. 

“I’d um… I’d refrain from any sort of actions that would swap bodily fluids from either of you until the results come back.” She informs you both reluctantly. Harry’s mouth becomes ajar, no kissing? He can’t even go several hours without kissing you, let alone days. 


“Fuck.” Harry mutters once in the car. He is not only shivering as the fever medicine wore off but is also agitated about not being able to kiss you for the possibility of having mono.

“I’m pretty sure you don’t have it, Haz. They just want to be sure.”

He lets out a frustrated breath, crossing his arms whilst tightening the jacket around him. London is fairly warm but he’s feeling nowhere near that.

“I haven’t even shared a drink with anyone in weeks and now I can’t kiss you!”

You chuckle, “I can’t have kissed you anyways since you’re sick.”

“Yeah but, now we’ll have to wait days before I can sneak one in, love!” He pouts like a child and you laugh even harder.

“I think someone needs a nap because they’re quite cranky.” You refer to the usual afternoon nap he usual took, now being needed even more due to his illness.

“If I nap, you’re going under the sheets with me.”

“Harry!” You roll your eyes once nearing the house, “You’ll be even more tempted to kiss me.”

“Yeah, but you know I can’t fall asleep anymore without you, darling. At least not comfortably.” You glance at him, to find his eyelashes being batted at you with his bottom lip showcasing itself.

“Fine, fine, my little spoon.” 


Harry falls asleep shortly after you’ve lied down with him, mumbling something along the lines of “that’s more like it…” before muttering gibberish and drifting off. You have yet to join him in dreaming, and so you decide to fill your time with re-reading earlier’s lyrics.

His journal is wide open in front of you, flipped to the page you were hoping to see. You don’t mean to intrude on him, but he seems to have added a few more lines to the song.

Ooh, everything I need I get from you
Ooh, givin’ back is all I wanna do

A smile creeps onto your face, it really is a “thank you” just for being his wife. You look to your sleeping angel with amusement. He’s never not been the most beautiful man you know, with his clever words and talent beyond a level you can comprehend. His heart is made of gold but he’ll hide the jewels and show you modesty out of the respect he carries for everyone. 

“God, I love you.” You whisper, eyes locked on him. He stirs slightly and you quiet yourself from not wanting to wake him. 

You then find yourself gazing at the wedding ring he so lovingly placed on your finger to symbolise it all. It gleams in the sunlight streaming through and your own heart swells with love for the man you find utterly perfect.

His chest rises and falls gently. You put the journal away and sling an arm around his warm body, deciding to join him in his sleep.


Two hours later, Harry wakes to your side of the bed being empty.

The faint nose of the living room TV enters his ears and he chuckles to himself, “Probably watching House.”

And as he stumbles into the the living room with a blanket around his body, his prediction is correct. There you sit with your laptop with your work loaded, an old episode of House M.D. from Netflix playing as background noise.

“You left..” He fake pouts. 

“You’re awake.” You grin, shutting your laptop before meeting his eyes. He nods, laying his body down in the spot next to yours.

“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to get too behind on work.”

“House isn’t a show you just put on an ignore, you have to watch the whole thing through.”

You roll your eyes, “I know, I’ve seen the series top to bottom and thoroughly if I might add. I was just in the mood for it since we were at the doctor’s.”

“It’d be kind of cool if I had one of those, puzzle type cases.”

You then gape at his words, “No it wouldn’t! Those are almost impossible to solve and Hugh Laurie only does it because a piece of paper told him the right answer.”

He laughs, “Calm down, my love, only joking.” 

“You better be.” You shut your laptop and place it elsewhere before snuggling up next to him.

“I can’t even stand you having a sore throat, let alone something your regular doctor can’t figure out.”

You shift your body so that your face is up in front of his, lips just a push away from touching.

“What’re you doing, baby? Doctor said we shouldn’t kiss…” You shake your head at his words. The tables have turned completely when it comes to following the rules. 

“I’ve decided that I’d rather be sick with you than go forever without kissing you. Life’s too short not to kiss you.”


Weeks later, you find yourself bent over in front of the toilet, clutching your stomach in agony.

“Love? Are you alright in there? I’m comin’ in.” Harry suddenly enters the bathroom much to your protest, going over to ignore the smell and hold your hair back.

You shrug, flushing the toilet before going over to brush your teeth. Harry remains on the floor, puzzled.

“Maybe I just ate somethin’ bad, don’t worry about it, Haz.” You reassure him.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have ignored the doctor when they said not to kiss when I was sick.” He rolls his eyes and you sigh.

“They called and said you don’t have mono, they even said your blood work was perfect! Besides, even if I did catch it from you, I would’ve gotten sick a long time ago.”

Your husband lets out a sharp breath before following you back into the bedroom. Your stomach still feels a bit uneasy but you try not to let it show as you rub it gently. 

“I think I’m going to call Dr. Hansen, because if you had anything that I had, it feels like utter hell and I don’t want you-”

“Harry!” You cut him off, “I’m fine. I don’t have a sore throat or even a fever. Here, feel my forehead.” His warm hand goes to the spot before looking at you suspiciously.

“If there’s anythin’, darling, tell me right away.”

“Alright!” You laugh, “Now go! You’re going to be late for those meetings with management. 

His eyes only roll again, “Please, let me.”


Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You’re in complete awe and shock whilst standing in the bathroom, unable to trust your eyes. 

Of course, there has to be a reason behind your sudden illness earlier this morning. It wasn’t from you catching Harry’s sore throat and it definitely wasn’t from him sharing mono.

“Oh my god.” You whisper, tears beginning to pool in your eyes.

Three little sticks on top of the sink bring back the thoughts you had once pushed off and explain all that you’ve been feeling besides morning sickness. Three little sticks telling you that your dreams with Harry are now going to come true. 

Three little sticks stare back at you excitedly, confirming all you’ve ever wanted with Harry as they read;


Oops, lol. Got inspired to write this after listening to sick Harry talk so that’s why I haven’t been posting anything else honestly. Well that and I’ve only been watching Skins, fuck I’m in too deep. I’m also still thinking about the other things I promised to write, don’t worry.

If you ever need a friend (as I know I do most of the time), message me. I’m always here. I’m never going to be able to comprehend how fucked up the world we have to live in is because of all the indirect hate that flows around.

Love to you if you’re reading this, 

Iz xx


So I’ve spent most of today scrolling through all this Hendall bull shit and tbh I still feel that its not real.

Drunken Mistake-Part Two

A/N: Well here it is, finally! Let me know what you think! x

Part One

You are sitting on the edge of the bed, completely lost in thought while Gemma stands in front of the mirror, fiddling with her hair and rambling on about something, “Are you even listening to me,” She suddenly asks, an amused look taking over her face as she stares at your reflection through the mirror.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I kinda just zoned out,” You shrug; smiling slightly to reassure her she now has your full attention, “What were you saying?”

“I was just wondering if I should wear my hair up or down tonight,” She asks, one of her hands pulling her hair up in a makeshift bun as she waits for your opinion.

“Up,” You tell her, getting off the bed and walking to where she’s standing still debating her final decision, “You always wear it down, so wearing it up would be a nice change,” You explain, swatting her hands away from her hair as you run your hands through it. Smiling at her through the mirror, you reach for a couple of hair pins on the dresser, putting one between your teeth as you fasten the other in her blonde curls.

“So why have you been acting weird for the past few weeks,” She asks bluntly after watching you work for a few minutes in silence.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” You stutter, frowning in innocent confusion as your eyes refuse to meet hers.

“Cut the bullshit,” She chuckles, playfully elbowing you in the stomach as you groan in mock hurt, “You met a guy, haven’t you?”

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One Step Closer

Originally posted by hipsta-please-harry

Word Count: 6,163. Please answer the question in the end note xx

A baby.

Your lips are trembling as you stare at the positive signs from all three tests, signalling that in a little under a year, you’d have a wiggling baby that’s made of both you and your husband.

With a gasp, your hand falls to your belly. In a few more months, you’d feel movement in that same area. You blink profusely, unable to believe your life.

A few more short breaths are released before you think of what to do next. Your first instinct is to call Harry, but this is definitely face-to-face news and must be told in the best way possible. Though you’re stumped, what’s the most fitting way to deliver the news that his shared dream with you is finally coming true?

It’s all happened right before your eyes and those days you spent with Harry curled up on the couch discussing children made starting your own family a mere myth.

How should you do it? Perhaps take the cheesy route and do the whole pea dinner with saying “This is the size of our baby right now.” But it doesn’t seem quite right for your relationship with him. Maybe the whole pregnancy sticks in a box after a scavenger hunt? You then deny the thought, that doesn’t feel right either.  

You rack different ideas in your head but find yourself short of the best one. Normally at this stage of planning an event, you’d turn to your best friends. But you feel as though it is only fair that you let Harry know first, since the baby is half of his doing.

Your thoughts are soon interrupted by the sound of your ringtone playing, causing you to mutter a “Shit.” before you grab the phone.

It’s Harry himself, and you are struck with panic.

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Whole Foods - one shot

Harry has invited you on a family vacation. You are hungry when you get back to the condo, so you take off to Whole Foods and he comes with you. When you get back, he’s hungry - for you.

Rating: M (Smut)

“You’re coming with me” was all he said when he announced his annual family summer trip. Before you could even say no, he stopped you, one finger up in the air. You reminded him that you were not family, but then he fired right back saying that you talk to his sister more than he does and that his mum always asks how you are. So yeah, you were going.

            The beach he selected wasn’t the normal harry beach. It wasn’t in the middle of nowhere, there were more people around and he wasn’t afraid of getting noticed, you guess. So on TOP of being with his family, there were going to be cameras. Everywhere. He REALLY wanted the world to know who you were. And you weren’t sure if you were ready for that.

            Lying on the beach seemed to be what you needed, though. And you didn’t see any paps, mainly people noticing Harry and like the gentleman he was, stopped to take a picture with them and say hello, and then they had wandered off back to their own lives. Harry was a heart of gold and such a people person, a goofball and someone who wrecked you in the sheets as much as he could. And you couldn’t believe you were here, with him, on this beach, with his family.

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