summary: while in atlanta for shooting, y/n is heavily pregnant with tom’s baby. pretty easy to guess what happens next.
notes: gif not mine this is totally inspired by the office lmao. i’m thinking of making dad!tom a series?? so let me know if you want to see that????
It was a warm day. Tom and Harrison were in tank tops, lounging on the balcony, and Harry was in the pool. You were at the picnic table, a hand resting on your swollen abdomen, shades across your eyes.
“Watch this!” Harry flipped into the pool, sending up a huge splash.
“Boooo!” Tom called down to his brother.
“Two out of ten, not my spider-man!” Harrison added to the mocking. Harry shook his wet locks out of his eyes, sending two middle fingers upwards towards the balcony. You chuckled lightly.
Prompt: Harry has always been cold towards Y/N, and one day she just breaks.
Word Count: 1581
Y/N wasn’t exactly sure why Harry was always so…cold towards
her. She wasn’t sure how to describe it, he never called her anything rude,
never swore at her, never yelled, but the tension always seemed to be in the
room. He always seemed to hate being around her, in her eyes he hated her. She
felt the negative vibes, he always rolled her eyes when she entered a room, he
always ignored her, and if answered her it was with a harsh and cold tone. It made
her want to shrink in her spot.
She didn’t understand. Harry was always so happy and warm
around others, he was always so quick to help them, but when it came to Y/n she
might as well have been invisible. It reached the point where she felt uncomfortable
being in the same room as him. She felt weak and small compared to him and she
didn’t like the idea of the two being alone.
It was the way he treated her, the small remarks her made
every time. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take it, she had never
done anything to him. She took each blow extra hard, always having a crush on
Harry and having him treat her like this made her want to lock herself in a
room and cry. She couldn’t believe how mean he was.
Richard Pool was born in 1922 and passed away in 2015 at the age of 93.
Elaine Pool was born in 1924.
On the day of Columbine, at around 6:00 p.m., Pool neighbor Steve Ferguson noticed cars belonging to Pool’s relatives when he got home from work, but he didn’t go over to the Pool’s home that day. He called them two days after.
He said: ,,Elaine, so what’s going on? I noticed the cars over there the night of Columbine. Did something tragic happen to a grandson or granddaughter?’’
Elaine, Eric’s grandmother, said: ,,Yes, I had a grandson that was killed, that was killed in the Columbine shootings.’’
He expressed his condolences and extended his sympathy. Then he asked: ,,Which one was he?’’
Elaine broke down and said: ,,My gosh, he was the killer.’’
He then asked the name of the grandson.
,,Harris’’, his grandmother said.
,,His name is Harris.’’
The weekend after Columbine, Ferguson was doing chores outside his house. Richard Pool, Eric’s grandfather, came over with tears streaming down his cheeks. He was emotionally shot, he tried to explain a little bit what was going on.
Ferguson said: ,,You don’t have to explain.’’ Again, he extented his condolences and his feelings. ,,This has got to be tearing you apart.’’
Mr. Pool acknowledged that, and he just said it’s tough. He said it’s eatin him alive. He said he can’t sleep.
Mr. Pool said: ,,It will never be the same for us, ever.’’
Ferguson does not believe the Pools mentioned their grandson ever again.
60. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me" with harry please❤️❤️
here it is, sorry it took me so long i hope you like it 💕
I was having a small get together at my place to celebrate Harry’s single coming out and his appearance on SNL, all of us still buzzing with the excitement from seeing the show in person. Everyone was drinking and talking about their favorite parts of the night, and praising Harry on his accomplishments so far. He had been grinning all night, and I was sure his cheeks probably hurt from it. Even so, his smile never faltered, not even for a second.
Seeing him perform on his own for the first time was honestly amazing. He looked right at home on that stage with his band. Throughout his performances he would look over at me and I’d smile, and he’d smile back, and it seemed to calm his nerves a bit every time. He had been extremely nervous all week, being that he had to perform two new songs and be in skits.
It was after rehearsal one day, which I had been the only one of Harry’s friends to be invited to attend, that I had saw him kind of staring off. He had something big on his mind. I walked up to him, breaking him out of his trance.
“Oh, hey,” He smiled slightly, still a bit out of it.
I chuckled. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” He waved me off, putting his guitar down on its stand and turning back to me. “Just thinking about stuff, is all.”
We sat on the edge of the stage, our feet on the stairs as it got quiet. After a while, Harry spoke up.
“I’m so damn nervous, (y/n).” He sighed, looking around the place. It was so empty when the band and other crew had left, Harry and I the only ones out where the main stages are.
I put my hand on his shoulder. “Don’t be, Harry. You’re going to be amazing Saturday. You and the band are ready for this.”
“I know they’re ready,” He said as he messed with his hair. “I just don’t want to let them down. What if I fuck up or something? It’s live all across the country.”
“You’re not going to fuck up,” I told him.
He looked at me. “How do you know?”
“Because I believe in you. And I know how talented you are. This is a huge moment for you, and I know you’ll be amazing. You always are,” I assured him.
He searched my face, then looked away, playing with his rings absentmindedly. “Thanks, (y/n). I really appreciate you being here and supporting me all this time.”
“It’s no problem,” I wrapped my arm around his and lay my head on his shoulder. “That’s what best friends are for, right?”
He sighed, then said, “Yeah, I guess so,”
“My favorite part of it, hands down, was Harry as Mick.” Niall said, everyone agreeing.
“He absolutely crushed it,” Liam added.
“I loved the soldier skit,” My friend, Remy, spoke up. “It was so hilarious.”
I looked around at everyone, then realized that the topic of the conversation was no where to be found. I got up, leaving the now intoxicated group and looked around, not seeing any trace of him until I noticed the back door wasn’t closed all the way. I walked out, then saw Harry sitting criss-cross by the pool, two empty beer bottles next to him.
“You weren’t thinking of jumping in, were you?” I called out, startling him a bit.
“Oh, uh.. no.” He chuckled nervously.
“Good,” I said as I made my way over to him, sitting beside him on the concrete. “Because you’ve been drinking, and your outfit cost over six thousand dollars and is dry clean only, so I don’t think it’ll do well in chlorine.”
He laughed slightly, then said, “I was just thinking, is all.”
“About your performance? Because it was incredible, you did so well. Just like I knew you would.” I complimented.
“Yeah, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this week if it wasn’t for you,” He confessed. “It was kind of odd being alone, but it felt right at the same time. And it’s crazy how much people like the music I’ve put out already… It makes me more confident knowing that they actually think it’s good and it’s not just me thinking it’s alright, you know?”
“Oh absolutely,” I nodded. “I knew how much everyone was going to like it when you played the album for me the first time.”
He chuckled again, pointing at me. “You did go on about that,”
It got quiet, the sounds of crickets and the pool filling the air. Then, Harry spoke up again.
“But I was also thinking about… um… there’s this girl, and… I really like her. Well, I’ve liked her for a long time, and I’m too afraid to say anything to her about it. I just don’t want to ruin things, you know? Like, what if she doesn’t feel the same and things get awkward between us?”
My heart sank a bit, hearing that Harry liked someone. Mainly because I was sure it wasn’t me. We were best friends, he probably thought of me as a sister to something. Which would make things extremely weird, considering I loved him more than a best friend would. I wanted to be more than best friends, but he wanted that with someone else. I pushed my feelings aside, then gave him advice.
“Honestly harry, I have no idea what girl in her right mind wouldn’t be interested in you. I mean, you’re handsome, smart, funny, charming, caring, extremely talented… Not to mention, I’m pretty sure you’re the sweetest guy to ever live, so.”
A big smile grew on his face, like the one that usually appears when he’s about to make a joke or pick on me. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to seduce me.”
I gave him a confused look, both of us laughing. “I think you’re mistaking me complimenting you so you gain enough confidence to ask this girl out already, for me seducing you? They’re two separate things, just saying.”
He scoffed, acting like I hurt him. “So you didn’t mean any of it, you were just trying to inflate my ego?”
“Of course I meant it,” I rolled my eyes at him. “But if it happened to make you gain a bit of confidence too, then I did my job.”
He smiled at me, then looked at the pool again. “You really think I should go for it?”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed. “And if she turns you down, then I’ll have some choice words for her.”
He gave me a look. “Hm, I didn’t peg you as the type to curse yourself out like a mad person.”
I giggled at him, then realized what he just said. I was the girl he was asking me for advice about. I was the one he’s liked for a long time. He actually liked me back.
“Holy shit,” I gasped. “You did not just pull the ‘talk to a girl about how you like someone but it’s really her’ move.”
“Yeah, I did,” He laughed. “I know, it’s lame and cliché, but did it work?”
I looked into his eyes, thinking about pulling a joke on him, but his cute and contagious smile caused me to smile too, so I decided not to. “Luckily for you, I’ve liked you for a long time too. So yeah, it did.”
He brushed my hair behind my ear, then leaned in and kissed me.
The door opened, Harry and I turning to see Niall standing there, a smirk on his face. He looked back into the house and said, “See everyone, I told you they’d be out here making out, you all owe me a beer.”
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“Fuck me,” Harry mutters under his breath, his fingers curling into fists on the pillow his head tossed and turned against, his stomach lying flat on the white sheets as he squints at the alarm clock next to his hotel bed: 3AM.
He groans, frustrated as he has been desperate to get some actual sleep since his body fell on top of the duvet after the concert. At first, Harry was convinced it was just jet lag as it was usually the case (though it seemed like he should be used to it all as he has been doing this for some time now). But when his hips involuntarily press down onto the mattress to perceive the enticed erection in his boxers, Harry was fully aware as to what prevented him from having enough hours to sleep; and he knew there was only way to resolve this.
Harry turned to his back and pulled his boxers down to his knees, gasping as he felt the warm and sticky skin against his cold fingers; his thumb rubbing slowly and softly on the angry red tip.
“Oh fuck me,” he mutters again, a low, almost inaudible moan following behind it.
It’s the first cool day New York has seen in months. Louis wakes up to a light chill in the air, goosebumps rising on his skin, the cracked windows finally letting in a breeze that doesn’t feel muggy, and when he rolls over to face Harry, sheets pooled around his bare waist, Louis only pauses to stare for a brief moment before he’s poking Harry’s chest, cheeks, eyelids. Harry bats him away, groaning.
“Why. What.” His voice is rough with sleep and he doesn’t any make an attempt to open his eyes.
Louis smirks, poking him in the stomach. Hard. “It’s finally fall.”
“It’s been fall for a week and a half.”
“Yeah but now it feels like fall.”
Harry groans louder. “It’s Sunday. The day of rest. I don’t want to wake up yet.”
“But.” He sits up, reaching for the duvet cover, wrapping it around himself. It smells like Harry’s shampoo, and a little bit like fabric softener. “We should go apple picking.”
“You don’t even like apples that much,” Harry mumbles into his pillow.
“I’m a teacher. I think it’s a law to like them, or something.”
He grunts out something that resembles probably, then rolls over to his other side, his back facing Louis.
That won’t do.
Louis rearranges himself so he’s situated on Harry’s lap, his movements quick enough that Harry doesn’t have time to react or push him away. Louis drags his hands up and down Harry’s sides, touching softly at his fading scars, and Harry finally opens his eyes at that, smile breaking, shaking his head.
“Has anyone ever told you how much of a pain in the ass you are?”
Harry scooped Jack up into his arms and clutched around his son, who was still stuttering his breathing on his daddy’s shoulder. Grabbing Jack’s things, Harry paced down the hallway toward the exit at the office, as the principal walked to him and began to speak.
“Mr. Styles, may I speak…”
Harry glared darkly at the old man as he stormed quickly past him, loudly opening and slamming the door of the building, giving not one word of utterance to him. The teaching assistant, having filled Harry in on what she knew, helped Harry piece together enough of the puzzle to know he had nothing he wanted to say to the old buzzard, at least not while his child was present.
anyway ivana explained that “brooklyn saw me empty at the news there’s no water inside this swimming pool” is that essentially it’s that harry was in brooklyn when he got news, probs bad news, that left him feeling empty so he felt empty at hearing the news (whatever it was) like how sometimes you’re in shock or just left so upset you’re kind of frozen in your emotions and not truly feeling anything. and then harry is the swimming pool where no water is aka harry feels empty inside and tbh this just furthers my thoughts that esny is possibly about robin and either way it’s a super emo line im sad harry :/
Harry’s a sheltered rich kid and Louis’s a punk with a heart of gold. They meet when Louis breaks into Harry’s house, Harry obtains an instant and all-encompassing crush, and they spend the summer falling into a whirlwind romance.
I was hoping that I could get a Harry Hook x reader where she is the daughter of Dr. Facilier and he is teaching her to sword fight and they are being really flirty and then she accidentally gets hurt and it gets super fluffy after that
Disclaimer - I do not own any of Descendants’ characters and/or ideas all credit goes to the creator and producers of Disney Descendants
Pairing - Harry Hook x Reader
Summary – While sword fighting, Harry accidentally hurts his lover, the daughter of Dr. Facilier.
Warning(s) - negative thoughts towards oneself, mentions of past injury (accidental and self-inflicted), injury, blood, angst, fluff
A/N: This is my first Harry imagine! I hope you guys like this and enjoy it as well! Feedbacks are appreciated, I also open for criticism! It’s the only way I can improve my writing! So have fun! xoxo
Word count: 1,306
I sighed I took place on my deck chair. The moment I sat down and leaned back,
I instantly began to relax. The sun was shining very bright today, which was
typical for L.A. and I enjoyed its warmth on my half naked body. It left a comfortable
feeling on my skin. After a long time, I could finally relax and calm down for
a while. The last months had been very tough though.
I had to
struggle with college and work, at the same time I tried to keep balance
between my private life and the spotlight. Dating a celebrity was definitely
not easy. I knew that before I started to date Harry Styles. He told that we
didn’t have to make our relationship official to the public, however I wanted
him to. I wanted everybody to know that Harry Styles was taken, so nobody could
hit on him anymore. He was mine, only mine and he always would be. I wouldn’t
share him with another females.
relationship suffered under the pressure of Harry’s comeback. He almost spent
his whole day by giving interviews or promoting his new album. The lack of his
presence made me very lonely. We were only able to communicate by sending text
messages or having a phone call for five to ten minutes. Not that I wasn’t
happy for him, no, I was very proud of him. “Sign of the times” was a great success
in many countries and made its way up to 1st place in the charts.
How could not I be proud of my boyfriend? I just missed him during that time.
Some nights, I really needed his comfort because college was getting on my
nerves and sleeping in his arms was the only thing that would lull me to sleep.
the times of loneliness were over. Harry had time for me now and we decided to
have a pool day outside his huge villa.
damn hot in that bikini.” Someone whispered in my ear, making my whole body
flinch. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the green orbs of my handsome
boyfriend. He had a cheeky smile on his lips, which made me smile as well.
look bad yourself.” I commented. My eyes
wandered down his whole body and I bit on my lip. I know the entire world is
aware of how sexy Harry is, but I want to repeat that Harry fucking Styles
looked extremely appetizing and handsome, especially the way he was standing in
front of me.
some tight swimming trunks that outlined the shape of his thighs and bum. And
not to mention his very muscular and well-built chest. Simply heavenly! I could really consider myself as lucky. Out
of millions of girls in this entire world, I was the only one who could gain
Harry Styles’ attention. I still had no idea how, but nevertheless I was happy
to be the only girl by his side.
there, darling. You’re practically devouring me with your eyes.” Harry
remarked. I immediately tore my gaze away from him, feeling my cheeks getting slightly
murmured. Harry only laughed about it, giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead.
around, love.” He told me, grabbing the sun cream bottle and putting some
lotion in his hands. Then, he began to rub the lotion on my exposed back,
massaging it up to my shoulders and arms. I closed my eyes and enjoyed how his
hands did their wonders.
missed this. “ I said. There was no chasing by paparazzi, no problems, no
stress. Only me and Harry. We could
finally hang out without being disturbed by fans, and stupid photographers or
“Me too. I
missed being with you. You have no idea how much I missed us.” Harry said,
after he finished sun creaming my back. He leaned forward, so I could feel his
lips slightly touching my neck. The feeling of his soft lips on my tender skin
left tingles behind in my belly. Only he would make me feel this way. I couldn’t
describe my feelings for this young man. I just love him so much.
He whispered into my ear. “From now on, we’ll be spending much time together,
like we used to do. We need to catch up after all.”
fine to me.” I sighed. As Harry pulled back, a disappointed sound left escaped
to swim a few rounds.” He said. “Care to join me?” I shook my head.
“I want to
relax for a while.”
pouted but nodded, took a start-up and run to the pool where he jumped into. I
leaned back on my comfy deck chair. My eye s followed every move that Harry
made. How he would swim six tracks and how he would dive into the water. I was
mesmerized by his beauty. Not only that, Harry was such an amazing person with
a wonderful heart. It bothered me how the media tried to destroy his reputation
by spreading awful rumors about him. People once described him as a womanizer
which was completely bullshit. Harry’s not the person who would treat women
like trash, no he respected them with his whole heart. The media showed him the
way they wanted him to be. Nobody would know the real Harry except for me, his
family and closest friends.
I still do
not understand how people would think badly about him. I mean just look at him
and tell me that he’s the most innocent, gentle and kind person you have ever
love!” Harry shouted after a few minutes. “I’m getting bored without you.
Swimming makes no fun when you’re not here!”
want to now! Just let me relax!”
could see that he was slightly frustrated about me not joining him yet.
“Give me a
few more moments!”
I heard how
he climbed out of the pool and how his footsteps came closer to me. Suddenly,
his strong tattooed arms were wrapped around my body and I was lifted up, being
pressed against his hard chest. A surprised scream left my mouth even though I
should have seen this coming. “You’ve relaxed a lot!” Harry growled.
I tried to
wiggle out of his grip however I couldn’t escape. Harry carried me closer to
the pool and stopped at the edge of the basin. “Harry!” My voice trembled. “Let
me down!” He only shook his head, looking mischievously into my eyes. His lips
curled up to a cheeky grin.
swear if you-“
Harry started to count. I punched him slightly on his chest, hoping he would
let me down. But he didn’t. “Harry no!”
me a laugh. “Two!”
“And three!” I took a deep breath before Harry jumped into
the pool with me in his arms. Cool water surrounded our bodies and I shuddered
as my skin made contact with it. Soft lips were pressed against mine and Harry
stole a kiss from my lips under the water. He also grabbed me on my hips and
pushed me towards him, holding me tightly. He smiled into our kiss. As the lack
of air threatened to leave our lungs, we swam back to the surface. Even though I was lightly mad I couldn’t help
but smile to his sweet intention.
idiot, Harry Styles.” I laughed, boxing him slightly on his right arm.
I’m your idiot, darling.” He said, and kissed me again.
We spent the
whole sunny day with swimming and splashing water towards each other, laughing
and having fun. Days like this, where we were care-free and happy, were definitely
Draco and Harry casually having an argument over lemonade and how it should be made that ends up with deep kissing in the kitchen. Draco and Harry having their first little pool party together and kissing in the water or behind the house
ohoho fuck i’m so weak for domestic drarry i’mma just do the first one
“Harry what the bloody hell are you doing to those lemons?”
Blinking, the bespectacled man pulled his hands away from the large pitcher he was currently squeezing half-lemons into. “I am…making lemonade,” he said rather obviously as he turned to stare at Draco who had just walked in with a horrified expression. “Do you not want any?”
“Of course I want some,” the pale man said, “But how on earth are you making it?”
Harry pressed his lips thin as his brows furrowed. He glanced back at the pitcher where the lemon juice was now sliding onto his forearms. He’d be sticky soon. “This is how we made it at the Dursleys. Squeezing fresh lemons. Unless you want artifici-”
“Merlin, don’t even say the word. No, Harry, I mean why aren’t you using the fruit juicer we own?”
At that, Harry had absolutely no reply. Did he even know they had a fruit juicer?
“Well, it’s not like I can’t squeeze them proeprly,” he muttered, trying to defend his sticky arms and messy workspace. It would’ve been cleaner had Draco not barged in and interuppted his work.
“Really,” an exasperated voice said as his lover grabbed his forearm, holding it up. “This is why we have a fruit juicer. So that you don’t get dirty and your shirts don’t get ruined.” Pale eyes skeptically stared at the juice lines. “You have to clean up.”
Harry frowned. “But i’m literally almost done, can’t i just-”
His voice disappeared when a tongue suddenly darted out, licking the line of juice from the middle of his arm to his wrist. He stared wide-eyed at Draco who was sending him an expression of tired affection. “You’ll finish. You just have to clean up.”
Thankfully, Draco did not complain when Harry’s other sticky arm slid around his waist, pulling him in closer, allowing the other man to taste the sweet juice on his lips.