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“So, why do you love Harry so much?”

Blow Out the Candle

Originally posted by harrysimpact

I was having problems with uploading, but I think I figured it all out. I decided to reupload this one, so hopefully everything is working now! Love you all very much, and thank you. xx - L

Y/N stresses over making Harry’s birthday memorable, but doesn’t realize all he needs is her mouth.

Warnings: smut & daddy kink

Word Count: 2,164

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Harry’s smile is one of the reasons why 2017 is the best year ever.

Me, when I log onto tumblr.

Through Their Eyes - One Shot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Happy Birthday, Harry! (February 1st, 1994)

When you wake up everyday, you get a chance to think what you wanna do with your day, what you want to put into the world that day, and who you want to be. Be a lover. Choose love. Give love. Love everyone, always. Always, give as much love as you can. I love you.