harry styles in the shower

I Can’t Sleep

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a few days! Sign Of The Times got me all distracted :P

Character: Harry

Warning(s): None

Originally posted by harrystolemyheart

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You loved Harry for many reasons. You loved his genuine smile, the dimples that were embedded in his cheeks, the crinkles that were by his eyes. You loved more than his physical attributes too, his quick wit was one of the main things you loved about him. You also loved how he was able to lift your mood you, no matter what situation, the way he made an entire room of people laugh, the way he was always so gentle and caring for you in intimate moments, and his genorousity for the entire world.

But that man would always run out the hot water, and for that you wanted to kill him on a daily basis.

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Instagram prompt of harry being all lovey about his missus being his date to the premiere! Xx

I know he didn’t wear loafers tonight… but… let’s just imagine he did… x

harrystyles: You wrote a post whilst I was going for a wee… so, I’ll write one whilst you’re having a shower… because you smell…
I don’t usually write long posts but today would have been a mess if I didn’t have you by my side and I’m forever grateful for you being there when I needed you the most. I definitely would have passed out before walking the carpet this evening if you weren’t there to hold my hand, I definitely would have been sick down my suit on the journey to Leicester Square if you weren’t there to comfort me, and, I definitely would have pushed myself into a state of complete terror if you weren’t there to keep me confident in myself. You’re amazing and I’m glad you were there to make sure I wasn’t a mess throughout the day.
You’ve been the rock that’s kept me grounded over the last year and I couldn’t be any more thankful for you. You stuck by me during the three months of intense filming, came out to see me when I had some time off, stuck by me when I had to leave for promo tours, and, you were the most supportive from the get-go. Right from the moment I got the call and all the way through to this moment now where we wind down in bed after a busy day.
All of the fans compete for being my number one supporter, but, you’ll always take that spot in my eyes. You’ll always be my number one fan. My best friend. My girlfriend. My fianceé. My very soon-to-be wife. My soulmate. You’re amazing, wonderful, beautiful, kind and I’m incredibly lucky to have you as my partner through of this, @YOURINSTAGRAM.
I love you incredible amounts and I’m so excited for what the future holds for the both of us. I can’t wait to marry you, get you all to myself and introduce you as one of the most supportive women of my life. 
All my love to you, as always. H. x
P.S: Please, leave the singing to me. You sound dreadful with the shower acoustics. ;) 

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 4)

Part 3

Who is Harry Styles Trying to Kid? by Y/N

As most of you already know, Harry Styles from One Direction came out with his first solo single and performed it for the first time in America on Saturday Night Live. I was lucky enough to interview him and hear the single a few weeks ago. 

Here is my opinion on both Harry Styles and his music. 

While the interview went okay, Harry was very rude and couldn’t wait to get out of there. Going solo as turned him into a bit of a dick of a pop star. 

And his new single isn’t anything special and outside of his vocal range, as shown on during his SNL performance when Styles couldn’t hold a note to save his life. 

The fact of the matter is Harry Styles the solo artist will not see the amount of success as Harry styles from One Direction.  

**

You had just gotten out of the shower to get ready for work. You were picking out your outfit for the day when you got a phone call. You smiled when you saw Harry’s name flash across the screen of your phone. Your article came out that day, so you were wondering if he had read it yet. 

“Morning, Harry,” you smiled. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” He shouted from the other side of the phone. 

“Woah, what’s up with you?” You asked confused. 

“Me? What about you? I can’t believe I trusted you,” he said. “You played me and I let you. So, our time together was just a game to you, right? Now, you’re going to put all the shit we’ve done and talked about in another article right? I can’t believe I fell for that bullshit about how you were worried about your job.” 

“Okay, I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about? And what other articles? The only article that I’ve written about you is the one that came out today,” you said. 

“Exactly. Did you think I wouldn’t read it?” He asked. “That I wouldn’t what you really think about me or my music?” 

“Everything I said in that article is the same thing I’ve told you,” you said confused. 

“Yeah, don’t exactly remember you saying there wasn’t anything special about my single or that the notes were out of my vocal range. Or that I was fucking dick either,” he said. 

“Woah, woah, woah, I don’t think that and I never said those things in my article. Are you sure this is my article?” You said. 

“It’s in the magazine that you work for and it has your name in the fucking byline Y/N,” he said. “My Mum and sister were right, I never should have considered seeing you because you were just going to use me and you did. But not anymore. We’re done.”

The other line went dead and you just stared at the phone with furrowed eyebrows. You quickly went to the website of your magazine and saw the publication. You clicked on it and searched for your article, but as soon as you started reading it, it was not your article. 

You threw your phone down and quickly got dressed. You knew this was Madison’s doing and her way of getting back at you. 

When you got to your office, everyone was staring at you as you angrily walked towards Madison’s office. 

“What the hell is your problem Madison?” You asked pushing her office door opened. 

“I take you read the article?” She smirked. 

“What did you do it? I never said anything like that and I can’t believe that you still put me in the byline when I didn’t even write it,” you said. 

“Look, it’s nothing against you. Your article was good, but that article wouldn’t have sold any magazines. My changes to the article create drama and bring readers to the magazine. Any magazine can write about how nice he is or how great his music is, but by us having an article calling him out for shit, makes us stand out on the newsstands,” she said. 

“That’s such bullshit, you and I both know you wanted me to look bad because it was your article first,” you said. “And Harry is nothing like what you pegged him out to be.” 

“You know, you’re quite upset about this,” she said. “There wouldn’t be some other reason for you to be angry about this would there?” 

“Other than the fact that you’re messing with my career as a journalist, no,” you said. 

She laughed. “You’re not a journalist, sweetie. None of us our journalists. We work for a gossip magazine and that is what my article provided gossip. Now, run along and work on something else, unless you’d rather be on intern status again.” 

Your fists clenched and you glared at her before walking out of her office and into your own. 

**

Harry was furious, so he decided to get some of his anger out at the gym. He didn’t know what pissed him off more, what you had written in your article or the fact that you played him and he really liked you. 

He punched the punching bag as hard as could. His arms were burning and sweat was dripping all over him. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and grabbed the bag, putting his forehead on it. He tried catching his breath, but all he could think about was you. 

He had been at the gym for an hour by the time he decided to call it quits. He grabbed his bag and headed to the car. He drove home and went up to take a shower. When he got out and redressed, he signed when he saw the magazine laying on his bed. 

He picked it up and started ripping it apart. His initial anger was now turning into hurt because he finally thought he found someone to be in his life, but once again he got screwed over. 

His phone had been going off all day, mostly from his mom and sister and a few from Nick. He knew they knew who had written the article and he didn’t need his family to say they were right. 

He went downstairs to make himself some lunch, trying to get his mind off of everything. 

**

You sat in your office for over an hour trying to work, but you couldn’t. You were so upset. Not only did this hurt you as a journalist, but it obviously screwed up any chance you had with Harry. 

You really needed to talk to him and explain the situation, but with the way he sounded on the phone this morning, you weren’t sure he would hear you out. 

You emailed your boss and told her you were taking a half day and would just work from home for the rest of the week. You grabbed your things and headed home. 

As you made yourself some lunch, you kept looking at your phone. You bit your lip as you contemplated on calling Harry or not. You thought it might be better to give him space. 

You were eating lunch and you jumped when your phone started to ring. Deep down you hoped it was Harry, but it was your best friend instead. 

You sighed answering the phone. “Hey,” 

“What are you doing tonight?” She asked. 

“Um, sitting at home eating ice cream while watching Netflix,” you said. 

“I take it things are over with mystery guy?” She asked. 

“Pretty much,” you sighed. 

“Girl, that’s sucks, but drowning yourself in ice cream in Netflix isn’t going to help,” she said. “Come out with me tonight.” 

“You know I don’t do clubs,” you said. 

“No, but you do drinking and dancing,” she pointed. “Plus, you might meet a new mysterious guy to have a secret love affair with.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re not going to drop this until I agree to go are you?” you asked. 

“Nope,” she smirked. 

“Ugh, fine, pick me up around 7,” you said. 

“Perfect,” she said. “See you then.” 

You sighed hanging up the phone, you did not feel like going out tonight, but she was right, ice cream and Netflix wasn’t going to help.

**

Harry was searching through Netflix trying to find something watch. Everything that was popping up was either something he had already seen or some rom-com movie. Usually, he always loved watching a nice romantic movie, but not today. He wanted to stay far, far away from it. 

There was a knock on the door and he groaned. He got up and went to answer it, seeing the one and only Nick Grimshaw standing there. 

“I see you’re still alive,” he said. 

“Yep,” Harry nodded. 

“Well, had you been answering your phone, I wouldn’t have had to make this trip,” he said. 

“You didn’t have too,” Harry pointed out. 

“No, I didn’t, but when you’re not even answering your Mum’s calls, I know you’re going through some shit,” he said. 

“I just didn’t want to talk to anyone,” he shrugged. 

“Look, sulking in your house isn’t going to help the situation, so why don’t you come out with me tonight,” Nick said. 

“Yeah, not exactly in the mood,” he said. 

“Too bad, not get changed and we leave in 10,” Nick said. 

Harry rolled his eyes and let out a few choice words before making his way to his bedroom. He threw on some clothes and went back down to the door. 

“Happy?” Harry asked holding his arms out. 

“Ecstatic, now let’s go,” he said. 

**

Once you arrived at the club, you felt really uncomfortable. You hated being around that many people, but you made your way through the crowd following your friend. 

“Isn’t this place great?” She shouted. “I mean look at all these hot guys.” 

“Is that all you think about?” You shouted over the music. 

“Yes and no,” she shrugged. 

You laughed shaking your head. You both finally found a spot to be at and you sat down at the booth. You looked over the menu to see what drinks they had, when you heard your friend scream. 

“What the hell?” You said. 

“HARRY STYLES IS HERE!” She shouted. 

You felt yourself go numb and your face flush. 

“Didn’t you interview him?” She asked. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. 

“Well, I would ask you to introduce me, but after seeing your article about him, I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” she said. 

“So, you read that?” You asked. 

“Of course I did,” she said. “But is he really a jerk? And I can’t believe you didn’t like the song or his performance. You were pretty harsh on him.” 

“I didn’t write any of that. What was published wasn’t the article I wrote. Madison changed everything and it was her article that was published under my name,” you sighed. 

“Wait? Seriously?” she asked. 

“Yep. She claimed it was for the benefit of the magazine, to sell more and create drama, but I really think it was to get back at me for being the one to interview him in the first place,” you said. 

“What a bitch,” she said. 

“Yep,” you sighed. “Anyway, let’s get some drinks.” 

Harry and Nick arrived at the club and went right in. The place was packed, which annoyed him a little bit. He wasn’t in the mood to be around a shit ton of people. He just wanted to go home. 

“So, do you want to talk about it?” Nick asked. 

“Talk about what?” Harry said taking a sip of his drink. 

“I think you know,” he said. 

“There’s nothing to say,” Harry said. 

“The article was brutal. I never would have pegged Y/N for that. You two seemed to really hit it off,” he said. 

“Yeah, we’ll I guess we didn’t really know her,” he said. “And whatever was going on with us is over now, so can we drop it? I thought this was supposed to be a fun night out?”

“And it is,” he said. 

Harry sighed downing the rest of his drink. “I’m gonna go get a refill,” he mumbled getting up and walking to the bar.

Of course, the bar was completely crowded. Everyone was pushing their way through to get drinks and you were stuck in the middle of it. You felt your palms getting sweaty and your heart starting to beat faster. You felt a tight knot in your throat and you were looking for a way out of the crowd. 

That was when you noticed Harry making his way towards the bar. While you wanted to see him and talk to him about everything, you knew this wasn’t the time or place. 

You breathing started to quicken and you were beginning to feel dizzy. You called for you friend, but she wasn’t able to hear because of the noise from the crowd and the music. 

Your chest began to tighten and you grabbed it as you tried to push your way through the crowd. 

“Excuse me,” you said in between gasps, but no one was paying attention. 

You felt tears forming in your eyes until you felt someone take your hand. You looked up and saw that it was Harry. He pushed through the crowd, holding your hand as he pulled you through. He found an exit door to the back of the club and you felt the cool air hit your face. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he said rubbing your arms. “Just breathe. Take deep breaths. In and out.”

You gripped onto his arms and tried taking the deep breaths. You closed your eyes and after a bit, you felt it going back to normal. When you finally were over your spell, you opened your eyes and looked at him. 

“T-Thank you,” you said shivering as the cold London air hit your shoulders. You had left your jacket at the booth. 

“Here,” he said taking off his jacket and wrapping it around you. “Are you okay?” 

“Sort of,” you said. 

“What happened back there?” he asked. 

“I uh, I get like that sometimes in big crowds,” you admitted. “It just got to be too much.” 

He nodded. “Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” 

“Thanks,” you said. “Um, can we talk?” 

“I should probably get back inside,” he said. 

“Oh,” you whispered. “Okay.” You took his jacket back off and handed it to him. 

He took it back and put it back on. “Well, uh, are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said. 

He nodded and went to go inside, but noticed you weren’t following him. “Aren’t you going to go back inside?” 

You shook your head. “I’m just gonna go home,” 

“What about your friend?” He asked. 

“I’ll call her and let her know,” you shrugged. “I’ll be fine,” you said wiping your eyes. 

You turned around and started walking towards the front of the club through the alleyway. 

Harry sighed. “Y/N, wait!” he said running up to you. “Let me take home.” 

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want your pity,” you sighed. 

“I’m not pitying you. I just, I want to make sure you get home safe,” he sighed. 

“Okay, so you won’t talk to me, but you feel sorry enough for me to make sure I get home safe?” You asked annoyed. 

“Look, I’m just trying to be nice. If anyone should be upset, it’s me,” he said. “That shit that you wrote about me…” 

“I DIDN’T FUCKING WRITE IT,” you screamed. “And if you would have given me the chance to explain what the fuck happened you would know that.” 

“It had your name on it, Y/N and you interviewed me, so if you didn’t write it, who did?” he asked. 

“My editor! She hates me and it didn’t help that she was the one who was supposed to interview you that day, but she got fucking hungover and couldn’t make it. So, she wrote that shit about you making it look like I was the one who wrote it just so I could look bad. But she claimed it was for the magazine or some shit because it would create drama, but whatever,” you said. “So, please spare me the nice guy routine about making sure I get home okay when you obviously don’t really care.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I do care,” he said. “And that’s reading that article hurt me, Y/N. God, I was pissed and hurt because I care about you and I thought you…” he sighed. 

“I don’t think of you like that and I don’t hate your song. God, none of what was in that article is true. And I get why you were so upset because I’m upset about it too. If I had known Madison was going to pull that shit, I would have tried to stop it or at least warn you,” you sighed. 

“I really like you Harry and these past few weeks have meant a lot to me and I’m sorry that I ruined it,” you sniffled. 

Harry sighed walking closer to you. “You didn’t ruin it. I did. When I called you this morning, I should have asked you about it, instead of acting like I did. And I really like you too. More than anyone I’ve ever been with in the past. These past few weeks, I’ve been the happiest I’ve ever been,” he smiled. 

You looked up at him. “Me too,” you smiled. “But I guess, they’re over now.” 

“They don’t have to be,” he whispered taking your hand. 

“Are you sure?” you whispered. 

“Yes, I’m sure. I know what I said this morning, but now that I know the truth…” he whispered. “I know I was a jerk and shouldn’t have said what I said, but if you’re willing to give us another shot…” 

“Only if we both promise to talk about things first before jumping to conclusions,” you said. 

“I agree,” he smiled. “So, what do you say?” 

You smiled leaning up to kiss him. Harry smiled into the kiss and pulled you closer to him. After a bit, you pulled away, “Wanna go back to my place? I can let you read my real article?” you asked. 

“I’d love too,” he smiled. 

Harry called for his car to pick you two up around back. He helped you inside and gave the driver your address. On the way to your house, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s and he kissed your forehead. 

That day had been a whirlwind of emotions, but you couldn’t be happier with the way it had ended. 

Fic: Harry Styles Cooks... Volumes 1 & 2

Fic: Harry Styles Cooks… parts 1 & 2 of 3 (or possibly 4 idk) by sunsetmog

I did put the first part up on Tumblr here, but the second part turned out to be quite long, so I have put the whole thing up (so far) on AO3. 

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker.

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them.

Or: I don’t know what the fuck this is, sorry.

AO3 link: Harry Styles Cooks

Yes - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 9)

Originally posted by harrysgolden

Part 8

**Word Count 3,432

Harry was in the shower, while you were getting dressed in the bedroom. You two were going out for breakfast, mostly because you two needed to go grocery shopping due to the fact you were practically eating constantly. You grabbed your clothes that you were going to wear and started to put them on. 

However, your body had other plans. You were trying to pull your jeans up over your hips, but they weren’t budging. 

“Fucking…” you mumbled to yourself before trying the old jumping up and down trick. 

When Harry opened the bathroom door, steam filled the bedroom as he watched you jumping up and down around the room. He held the side of his towel around his waist. 

“Uh, baby, what are you doing?” He asked leaning against the doorframe, an amused smirk crossed his face. 

“Nothing fucking fits!” You groaned. “These are the fourth pair of jeans I’ve tried and I can’t get them over these thunder thighs, and if I can they won’t button because of my baby bump! In all my shirts, my boobs are just popping out for the world to see and my bras are all too tight,” you sighed laying back on the bed. 

Harry pushed off from the wall and walked over to you. “Baby, your body’s changing, so we just need to go shopping and get you some new clothes,” he said. 

“How? I can’t fit into any of my clothes I have here and I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to go out in public naked,” you said. 

“That’d be a wonderful sight though,” he smirked. 

“Now, is not the time for jokes,” you mumbled. 

“I’m sorry,” he said looking over at you. “What if you wore some of my things?” 

“I’m sure in other relationships that would work, but your jeans are smaller than mine, so I highly doubt I’d be able to fit into yours,” you laughed. 

“True. I didn’t really think about that,” he said. “What about your yoga pants? Those fit don’t they?” 

“Oh, yeah, I’m gonna wear yoga clothes and look a hot mess, while you’re all dressed for the runway,” you mumbled. 

“You look hot in your yoga clothes, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll wear some gym wear too,” he said. 

“Really?” you smiled. 

“Yeah, it’ll look like we went to the gym together or something,” he shrugged. 

You smiled over to him. “I love you,” you whispered. 

“And I love you,” he smiled. 

You giggled kissing him quickly before getting off the bed and going over to get your clothes. 

**

Once you got the cafe for breakfast, you quickly opened the menu and started looking at all of the choices. You finally decided on veggie egg scramble, french toast, a fruit salad, some hash browns, and sausage. 

“I swear all of these cravings I’ve having is going to end one of two ways, either I’m gonna pop out the biggest baby ever or I’m gonna gain all the weight and have to buy a new wardrobe every week,” you laughed. 

“But at least you’re making healthy choices,” he smiled. “I know some women only crave a bunch of junk food and hardly eat anything remotely healthy which puts them and the baby in danger. Luckily you have a good mixture.” 

“Yeah, but I think it’s because I wasn’t a huge junk food person to begin with. I mean don’t get me wrong I love eating a bag of chips or chocolate chip cookies or a huge burger and fries and some pizza, but I never really ate that stuff all the time,” you said taking a sip of your orange juice. 

He nodded. “I’m still waiting for you to wake me up in the middle of the night making me go get some pizza or ice cream though,” he laughed. “Or you wanting to eat some weird concoction with pickles.” 

“I hate pickles,” you laughed shaking your head. “But would you really get out in the middle of the night and get me something?” 

“Well yeah, you’re carrying our child and having your body go through all sorts of changes, the least I could do is get you something to eat,” he smiled. 

“Even if it was like 3am or right after you’ve just gotten in a deep sleep?” You asked. 

“Even then,” he smiled. 

“You must really love me, huh?” You smiled. 

“You’re alright,” he shrugged with a smirk on his face. 

You gasped throwing your straw wrapper at him. “You’re such an ass sometimes.” 

He laughed and soon your breakfast came, so you both started eating. 

“Now, I know I need some new clothes, but I’m a little… unsure of where to go exactly. I mean do I just get larger sizes than I normally wear, or do I go to a maternity place…” you whispered. 

“Seeing as how I don’t exactly have this sort of experience, I don’t really know what to say, but I would think you’d be more comfortable in maternity clothes. I mean isn’t that they’re whole reasoning…” he said. 

“Yeah, but I don’t know… I just feel weird going there and what if someone sees me buying clothes from there. I know we can’t keep be being pregnant forever, but the longer we can keep it private the better,” you said. 

“Same thing with the baby store,” he shrugged. “We could easily be going there to buy our pregnant “friend” something for herself. Think about it, most everyone gets things for the baby on the way and the poor Mum to be gets nothing really.” 

You laughed shaking your head. “You always have an answer for everything don’t you?” 

“It’s a gift really,” he smirked. 

“We’re in trouble if this baby is anything like you,” you giggled. 

“Well even if this one isn’t, I’m sure one of our kids are bound to be,” he said. 

“Is that you’re way of saying you want more kids?” You asked. 

His cheeks turned a bright pink as he nodded. “I do, yeah. I’m not talking anytime soon, cause we’re going to have our hands full with this little one, but one day, I do want more yes.” 

“With me hopefully?” You giggled. 

“Of course,” he laughed. “I wouldn’t want kids or to be with anyone else but you.” 

“Good answer, Styles,” you smiled. 

**

After you two finished eating breakfast, Harry paid the bill and you headed to the car. 

“Okay, so do you even know of a maternity clothing place here in London?” You asked. 

“Uh, not really,” he laughed as he pulled the car out onto the road. 

“Well, great, how are we supposed to go shopping if we don’t even know where to go,” you laughed. 

“There’s this amazing thing called google, you should probably check that out,” Harry said. 

You rolled your eyes grabbing your phone. You typed in a search and soon it pulled up  a few options. You reached over and typed in the address into the GPS. 

Within a few seconds, the GPS was telling Harry where to go and he was following it bit by bit. 

“You remember when I asked you if you would still find me attractive once I started growing a belly?” You asked. 

“And I told you that you didn’t have to worry about that because I’d find you attractive no matter what?” He asked turning his blinker on to turn left. 

“Yep,” you nodded. “Well, here’s a new question, do you find me more attractive with my baby belly than before?” 

He looked over at you out of the corner of his eye, “Is that a trick question?” 

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m just genuinely curious.” 

“I-well, I wouldn’t say I find you more attractive than before like saying I prefer you with a baby bump compared to how you were prior to getting pregnant. But  knowing that you’re carrying our child and that your body is doing these amazing things to take care of our baby is just fucking amazing and I definitely find that so hot and I love you so much more for that. So, I guess in a way there is technically a little bit of a different attraction there, but either way, I’d fuck you anytime in anyplace,” he smirked. 

“Ew,” you laughed hitting his arm. “Way to ruin a nice, romantic answer with saying the work fuck.” 

“Should I have said make love?” He asked. 

“It does sound more romantic,” you nodded. 

“True, and we do make love most of the time, but we also get in a good fuck from time to time,” he smirked. 

“Okay, seriously! Stop it,” you laughed. “You need to wash your mouth out with soap.” 

“As soon as we get home,” he joked. 

“You do realize you’re gonna have to clean your language up a bit once the baby is here,” you said. “We don’t need our baby’s first word to be fuck or something along those lines.” 

“That’d actually be pretty funny,” he laughed. “But I get what you’re saying and I also know that I’m not the only one that’s going to have to do that either.” 

You gasped. “Me? Why I never? I’m completely innocent.”

He scoffed. “You? Innocent? I believe you were the complete opposite of innocent the other night when your nails were digging their way into the skin of chest as you rode me.” 

You blushed. “Oh, don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” 

“Never said I didn’t, baby,” he smirked. “It’s just we both know you’re not entirely innocent when it comes to certain aspects of your life.” 

“Well, what can I say? My boyfriend’s just too fucking hot for me to resist,” you smirked leaning over towards him. 

“Oh really?” He smirked licking his lips. 

“Really,” you whispered looking him in the eyes as you reached over to put your hand on his thigh.

“How bad do you really need clothes? I mean we don’t have to leave the house… we can just go around naked… you know..” he said gripping the steering wheel. 

“Seeing as how we’re already at the store, we might as well go in and get what I need,” you said removing your hand. 

Harry whined as he parked the car and you buckled your seatbelt. You were just about to get out of the car, when you noticed Harry hadn’t moved. 

“You coming?” You asked looking over at him. 

“In a bit,” he groaned. “I need uh a minute to myself to gather my thoughts.” 

You raised your eyebrow and noticed a little something causing you to giggle. “Oops. My bad.

“Damn right it’s your bad,” he mumbled trying to situate himself in his gym shorts. “Of all the things to wear today…” 

You laughed. “You take all the time you need to gather your -er thoughts, I’m going inside.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled as you got out of the car. 

**

It took about ten minutes before Harry finally made his way into the store. He had a bit of a pout on his face and you tried holding back a giggle. 

“It’s not funny,” he whined. 

“I swear you’re like a teenager sometimes,” you laughed. “It’s cute.” 

He rolled his eyes. “Anyway, have you found anything?” 

“Yep, lots, they’ve started a fitting room for me,” you smiled. 

“Oh goodness,” he said. 

You laughed finding a bit more before heading back to the room. Harry stood outside looking at his phone as he waited. You came out to show him a few of the items you picked out. 

He smiled when he saw you in a cute Summer dress and nice pair of jeans and shirt. 

“I love those,” he smiled. “I can’t wait to take you out on a date with you wearing that dress.” 

“Speaking of a date,” you said. “Who do you plan on taking as your date to the Premiere of Dunkirk?” 

“Is that even a question?” He laughed. “You, of course. Mum and Gemma and the rest of the family will be there, but you will be my actual date.” 

“I was just checking,” you said. “I’ll need to make sure I have a dress that fits and doesn’t show this thing all that much,” you said pointing to your belly. 

“We can worry about that as it gets closer,” he said. “Have you made any decisions regarding the entire store in that fitting room of yours?” 

“Yep, everything,” you said bringing it out. 

He shook his head laughing as he took the stack of clothes from you and went over to the counter. Before you could get your card out to pay for them, Harry had already taken care of it. 

“Excuse you,” you said. 

“What?” He asked. 

“I was going to pay for those,” you said. 

“Well, I decided to pay for them instead,” he smiled kissing your head before grabbing the bags. 

The two of you walked out of the store and went over to the car. “You know I can pay for things too,” you said. 

“I know,” he said. “I just wanted to buy something for you.” 

“Which is fine, but you already paid for breakfast and now my clothes. At least let me pay for the groceries,” you said. 

“Will do,” he smiled kissing your cheek. 

**

After stopping for lunch and doing some grocery shopping, you two were finally back home. Harry carried in most of the bags, while you were mostly carrying all the “light” stuff. 

You put all of your bags on the counter and started taking everything out to put the stuff away, while Harry put away all the stuff in the high places. 

“That right there is the only reason I’m with you,” you joked. 

“What?” He laughed. “Because I’m tall?” 

“Yep,” you nodded. “I always knew I was going to need a tall ass guy to reach everything I couldn’t.” 

“Except, I wasn’t all that tall when you first met me,” he smirked. “So, it must be for some other reason…” 

“Well, you weren’t all that hot back then either,” you joked. 

“Hey!” He said completely offended. 

You giggled wrapping your arms around his waist. “I’m just joking!” You smiled looking up at him. 

“You’re so mean to me,” he pouted wrapping his arms around you. 

“You literally make fun of me all the time,” you laughed. 

“Because your reactions are so fucking cute, I can’t help it,” he laughed. 

“Same with you,” you laughed. “Anyway, let’s go lay on the couch, my feet hurt.” 

You pulled Harry over to the couch. You took off your shoes before sitting down and pulling the blanket over you as you leaned against Harry’s chest. He smiled kissing your head and turning the TV on. 

Harry was running his hand up and down your sides as you both watched the movie. About a half an hour into the movie, Harry had moved his hand under your shirt and ran in his fingers across your belly. You smiled a bit and cuddled into him more. A little bit later, he sneakily moved his hands up towards your chest. You looked up at him and saw him smirking.

“Whatcha doing?” You said looking up at him. 

“Nothing, nothing at all,” he smirked. 

“Uh,” you rolled your eyes. 

A few minutes pass by before you take one of your hands out from under you and put it on his thigh. You don’t do anything at first, but then gradually you make sure and place it somewhere in particular. 

“What are you doing?” He breathed out. 

“Nothing,” you shrugged. 

“Well, why don’t you come do nothing over here,” he smirked picking you up and putting you on his lap. 

It started with a full on, passionate kiss. Then, it moved on playful teasing before moving on to clothes being scattered all over the living room floor. As always, he made sure to cover ever inch of your skin in kisses before bringing his lips to where you wanted him most. 

The moment you felt him, you arched your back with a loud moan and quickly brought your hands to his hair. You could feel him smirking as he teased you and you let out a little whine, but you didn’t care. 

It felt like forever before you finally felt the wave of pleasure hit your body and his grip tightened on you as he helped you. Once you were finished, you sat up on the couch and went over to him. You kissed him again and ran your hand over him causing him to moan against your lips. You smirked and starting kissing down his neck and chest before bringing your lips down over him. 

“Fucking…” he groaned out as he threw his head back. 

A few a moments, he pulled you back up and positioned you over top of him. You sat down on him and held you close as you rocked your hips back and forth. You both were holding onto each other as you moved together. 

Moans and screams filled the room as the two of you moved faster as you both felt the wave coming closer. He reached down and touched you, edging you closer and that was all it took before you threw your head back screaming. 

At the sight of that, he did the same soon after. You both rode out the last of it before you laid back on the couch. You both were too hot to cover yourself with the blanket. Your head was near his chest and he had his arms wrapped around you.

“That was so hot,” he smirked. 

You giggled. “It always is.” 

“That’s true,” he nodded. “Even when we’ve had sloppy drunk sex.” 

“I kinda miss having that,” you laughed. “You’re always so giggly.” 

He blushed. “Shut up. I’m not a giggly drunk.” 

“Oh, but you are,” you laughed. “It’s cute though, why do you think I always want to sleep with you when you’re drunk.” 

“I just thought it was because you’re just a horny drunk,” he said. 

You just laughed and looked up at him. “You know, once the baby is here, we won’t be able to do things like this,” you said. 

“No, sex?” He asked. 

“Well, technically not for a good few weeks after the babies born and probably longer than that because we’re both gonna be exhausted, but days like this. Days where we can just go out and then come back and start feeling each other up on the couch before having full on sex session in the living room,” you laughed. 

“Yeah, I guess not, but there will be days that I’m sure my Mum or Gemma would love to babysit, and I definitely won’t be afraid to take them up on their offer,” he laughed. 

“I know I’m still trying to work on things with your family, but if we’re still not fully there by the time the baby is born… you don’t think they’d see the baby differently do you?” You asked. 

“I wouldn’t think so,” he shook his head. “The baby is my baby too, which means that it’s their grandchild and nephew. I’d hope my mum wouldn’t treat them different just because she still might not be ready to accept you.” 

“What if she never does?” You sniffled. “I don’t want to be fighting with your family for the rest of our lives and I don’t want you to have to worry about it either.” 

“Hey,” he whispered wiping the tears from your eyes. “Don’t cry, please. I hate seeing you cry.” 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “It’s these hormones…” 

“Look, my Mum’s problem is basically from our past relationships. This relationship is still new and I’m sure once we prove to her that we’re in this for the long term and it’s not going to end up like before, then she’ll be happy,” he said. “My Mum really does love you Y/N, I know it.” 

“Well, maybe you should tell her that,” you whispered. 

Harry sighed kissing your head as he wrapped his arms around you more. “Why don’t we get some rest and then I’ll make us some dinner?” He whispered. 

“Okay,” you nodded. “Only because I’m exhausted and the baby’s tired.” 

“I sure do know how to tire my girl out,” he smirked. 

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up and go to sleep,” you mumbled. 

He laughed and fixed the pillow, so both of you could use it before closing his eyes and joining you in for a post-sex nap. 

Harry Styles Cooks... Volume 1: The Baking Years

In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker. 

Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. 

Or: I don’t know what the fuck this is, sorry. 

Louis Tomlinson can’t cook. He can, for the most part, feed himself and generally keep himself alive, in a frozen pizza, tins of soup, cereal-for-dinner kind of a way. He can do pasta and sauce, and cheese on toast, and sandwiches, and microwave meals and things which require zero attention, zero skill, and even less enthusiasm. Louis Tomlinson likes Tesco meal deals for lunch and cans of coke on the way to the bus stop after work. He likes bags of crisps, and the biscuit tin by the printer in his office.

He has a long list of things he doesn’t like – including but not limited to courgettes, baked beans, couscous, fish, posh sausages that taste of stuff that isn’t pork, vegetables on principle, drinks that are green, kale, stuff they sell in Waitrose, mushrooms, weird fruit, lentils, and pineapple on pizza.

All of this is perfectly normal and doesn’t bother Louis one little bit.

It doesn’t, however, go any way to explaining why Louis has an entire shelf in his bedroom devoted to Harry Styles cookbooks, or why his best mates Liam and Niall bought him a custom-made Harry Styles Cooks… pillowcase and duvet set for his birthday last year, with Harry Styles’ ridiculous face plastered all across it like on the titles of his stupid cooking TV show, or why Louis had to buy a DVR purely to save all the stupid episodes of each of Harry Styles’ stupid cooking series so he could watch them whenever he wanted. It definitely didn’t explain the three different Harry Styles-themed mugs in the kitchen cupboards, and it 100% did not explain the special shower curtain.

There obviously is an explanation for all of that, but it isn’t something that Louis can file under any sort of ‘wants to learn to cook’ headline.

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- Dance to the Distortion , by @domestic-harry​ : Louis accidentally breaks Harry’s camera lens and in order to get it fixed, they decide to participate in a romantic couples study. The only issue is that they are not actually couple. Well that and the fact they cannot stand each other.  (9/10 chapters, 81k so far)

- Galileo , by @13ways-of-looking​ : Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends. But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles. For both of them, there was no going back. (22/? chapters, 31k so far)

- Harry Styles Cooks… , by sunsetmog  :In which Louis Tomlinson can’t cook, there’s a very special shower curtain, and Harry Styles used to be a baker. Or: Louis owns all of Harry Styles’ cookbooks, and he never intends to cook a single thing out of any of them. (2/?, 5k so far)

- i have your dreams (and your teeth marks) , by @aloequeerafic: Louis and Harry don’t believe in second chances, but sometimes it feels like the universe does. A Music Industry/Getting Back Together AU.  (actually completed today, just the epilogue is missing! 15 chapters, 115k)

- It Goes, It’s Golden  , by @harryrainbows​ : The chaos Zayn left in his wake wouldn’t feel so disastrous if Harry had Louis. But everything between them crashed and burned a long time ago. All Harry is left with is a hopeless longing and a fear that the band’s current disarray will set in for good…. And then he finds himself stuck on a sixteen hour plane trip with Louis Tomlinson. This could either be the most awkward flight of Harry’s life, or the beginning of an atonement he’s been dreaming of since 2013.  Canon Compliant AU in which Harry and Louis broke under the strain of it all and now, years on, there’s a chance to put all the pieces back together. Set in early April 2015 all the way through to October. (144k so far, 13/14 chapters)

- Mutability , by @haloeverlasting : Harry and Louis meet in a book club. Life and fiction have their parallels. (54k so far, 10/? chapters )

- Paint Me In A Million Dreams , by @greenfeelings: Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity? In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food. (60k so far, 7/? chapters )

- Pour Your Heart Out , by @hrrytomlinson​ : Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to. (52k so far, 5/10 chapters)

- the wonderlands , by @alienproof : “Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.” Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair. (127k so far, 8/10 chapters)

- Your Mess Is Mine , by amory : Louis is the father to the most brilliant little boy in the world who is all Louis really needs, or at least that’s what he tells himself. Harry is a gorgeous boybander fresh off a two year break and a massive scandal that’s left him a little broken and more than ready to move on.They fall in love. (146k, 16/? chapters)

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