hey there harry

Cravings//H.S. Imagine//

Hello! Sorry I haven’t posted in a bit, I’ve had a hectic week. But anyway, here’s Baby Fever part two! You can read this on it’s own, but if you would like you can read part one here. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by ohstylesno

“Harry? Wake up, baby!” You whispered, gently shaking your sleeping husband to try and wake him.

“Mmm,” Harry replied in a mumble. You tried shaking him a bit harder, his eyes fluttered. After a few seconds, he poked one eye open, exposing his tired eyes, “Yes?”

“I’m craving some fries, and maybe some nuggets too…I’m not really sure yet.” You rubbed your pregnant belly in thought, trying to convince your growing child to decide what she wanted. You were almost five months along now, and the cravings were only getting stronger. Harry rubbed his eyes, wiping away some sleep, and gave you his full attention.

“Yeah? What time is it, love?”

“About two.”

“Hmm, okay,” Harry squinted his eyes in thought, “Is McDonalds alright?”

“More than alright.” Harry pushed the baby blue duvet from his body and stretched his arms high over his head. He swung his legs over his side of the bed and took a few heavy steps to the bedroom light. He was used to waking up in the middle of the night by now. Sometimes to cuddle you back to sleep, other times to get you some ice cream, or in this case, to satisfy a craving of yours. The sudden brightness of the light flickering on startled your eyes, but they soon adjusted. Harry came to your side of the bed and placed his hand over yours, rubbing your belly.

“How’s my baby girl?” He asked your baby bump, kissing over his shirt that covered your belly.

“She’s good,” you smiled, “She’s been pretty active lately.” Harry gave you a loving stare, then broke into a huge smile. He stayed like that for a few seconds, you noticed his emerald eyes were fairly bright for it being two o’clock in the morning.

“What?” You asked, a smile hidden behind your words.

“Nothing, I just never thought I would be so happy driving to McDonalds at two am,” Harry laughed. You felt your stomach move under your hand, and you were pretty sure Harry felt it too, “Maybe we should feed you before my little angel gets too restless.” Harry was over the moon the first time he felt your baby move. He never got tired of feeling it either, he liked to know that your baby got excited when he would sing to her, or just that she was having fun moving around in there.

“Good idea,” You yawned, “When you get up can you get me those fluffy socks with the reindeers on them? They keep my feet warm.” Harry stood up from the bed and made his way to the closet. He grabbed a black hoodie and draped it over his body, enjoying the sudden warmth radiating through his body. Harry wrapped his hands around the handle of a cabinet sat in your shared closet and pulled it toward himself. Inside was a neat row of Christmas socks that you had collected since you and Harry moved in together. A few weeks ago, your hormones were a little off and you had organized everything you could find, including all your clothes. Harry snatched up the reindeer socks and closed the open cabinet with his hip. He took the liberty of grabbing you a pair of sweatpants to wear on the drive to McDonalds.

“Here you go, Petal,” Harry said, handing you your socks and gray sweatpants.

“Thank you. Do we have ice-cream, baby? I think we should get that as well,” You pondered.

“I just bought some yesterday, promise.” Harry kissed you lightly on the lips and grasped you hand, helping you stand up. You pulled the sweatpants over your legs and let them sit just under your baby bump. Harry, being the best husband ever, put the socks on your feet for you. Sighing contently, you wiggled your toes back and forth, enjoying the warmth making its way to them. Harry silently laced his fingers with yours and made his way through the house to the front door. He took your brown coat from the coat stand and held it by your arms. Threading your arms through the holes, you heard your stomach give a low grumble.

“Alright, let’s go get you some fries, my love,” Harry lovingly whispered, “Or maybe nuggets as well, the baby hasn’t decided yet, right?”

“Right,” You giggled.

“Maybe next we can figure out why she loves pickles dipped in peanut butter so much!” Harry latched onto your hand once more and lead you to the car. You heard leaves crunching under both you and Harry’s feet, every breath you took made a little cloud in the air.

Once you reached the car Harry opened the door for you and you slid into your seat, Harry closed the door behind you, leaving you in silence for a second. It was quite cold in the car, you thought, you couldn’t wait to get the heat on. And fries oh my gosh you wanted fries, well, your baby girl wanted fries. You felt a breeze of cool air enter the car when Harry opened his door. He jumped into the car and put the key into the ignition. He rubbed his hands together to try and generate some heat, then put the car in drive.

The ride to McDonald’s was filled with a comfortable silence (aside from your stomach growling every once and awhile) and the low rumble of the car. Harry moved his hand from the gear shift to yours and laced his fingers with your fingers, his thumb rubbing over yours gently. The big M signifying McDonald’s came into view.

“So, what will it be? Are we gonna go with nuggets or no?” Harry asked, turning into the drive through.

“I think I’ll go with-,” You started to say.

“I was asking the baby, gorgeous.”

You let out a small sigh, giving Harry an amused look, “She will have nuggets, Haz.”

“I figured as much.” The drive through was mostly empty due to how late it was, so Harry quickly made it to the first window. There was an older lady with short gray hair standing behind the glass. She pulled the barrier back and asked for Harry’s order, “Um, medium fries and six nuggets please.” Harry payed for the order, and took the bag that came through the window in his hands. He thanked the lady and pulled off toward the exit, handing you the warm bag.

“Oh my goodness, thank you,” You thankfully told Harry. You opened the bag and plucked out a fry, popping it into your mouth. A satisfied moan left your lips as you tasted it. You don’t think you’ve ever enjoyed salt so much in your life.

Harry smiled at your contentment, “Enjoying yourself over there?”

“Yes, yes we are.”

“May I have one?” Harry reached his hand towards your bag, only for you to hastily pull the bag away from him and slap his hand, “Hey!”

“No, Harry, you may not have one! Only people who appreciate pickles dipped in peanut butter can.” Harry figured there was not use in arguing with you, he didn’t think you would let up any. On the way home, Harry enjoyed the sight of your contentment in his peripheral vision, he’s never seen anyone look at nuggets with so much love before.

You reached home in just a few minutes thankfully, you wanted to be back in the warmth of your house. You walked back through the leaves to get to your door, and hung your coat back up onto the rack once you got inside. Instead of going upstairs to your bedroom, you walked towards the living room and plopped down onto the couch. You cuddled a pillow close to your belly and scanned the room for the remote.

“Whatcha doin’, love? Don’t you want to go to bed?” Harry asked, plopping down on the couch next to you.

“Eventually,” You paused in thought, “But right now I kinda want some ice cream. The one with the chocolate chips in it…yeah, that one.”

“Of course you do.” Harry kissed you on the cheek, leaving a feeling of warmth behind. He pushed himself up from the couch and walked towards the kitchen. His bare feet made faint pitter patter noises as he walked to the freezer. Scanning its contents with his eyes, he spotted your ice cream and pulled it from the fridge, “How many scoops?!”

“Two! No wait, three!” You grabbed a blanket from beside Harry’s spot and draped it over your legs, “Now we just have to find that dang remote.”  


anonymous asked:

๐Ÿทyou know the picture where mitch and harry are just chilling on the sofa with their gowns on?! i could just imagine them sitting there with a nice glass of wine, a romcom playing on the tv, so when the missus comes home she's just standing there hands on her hips because the evening was meant to be her and harry's pamper night but harry ditched her and asked mitch instead because she took so long to get home ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ˜‚โค๏ธ xx.

“You know, I didn’t expect your side piece to be here when I arrived home, Harry. At least have the decency to kick them out before I walk through the front door so I don’t catch you in the act,” she teases from the living room doorway, eyes diverting between the two heads of brown hair peeking from over the back of the sofa as she kicked off her shoes and let them fall, haphazardly, next to his boots. “Is that the good bottle of wine we kept in the cupboard?”

She steps into the room and it becomes clear that the both of them are clad in thick and fluffy and white dressing gowns, feet kicked up and resting as they nursed wine glasses in their hands. The screw-on lid sitting on the coffee table beside the green bottle holding the red substance that had stained their lips a darker shade of pink and turned their teeth a deep purple.

“What happened to our pamper night, mister?”

“Told me you were gon’a be late when you left this morning. Haven’t exactly had a proper pamper night. Can’t do tha’ without you because you know how to do it, just right. Just drank the wine from the cupboard and gossiped with Mitch about stuff. Watched a bit of a rom-com but, surprisingly, that got too boring,” Harry cranes his neck to look over his shoulder, sending his wife a smile as she stands there, arms bent with her hands propped on her hips as she looks before the scene in front of her, “feel free to grab a glass and join us, my darling. We could use a lady present.”

Mitch shakes his head and sets his empty wine glass down on the coffee table, upon the coaster already decorated with ring marks from previous glasses that had rested upon that same piece of patterned wood. Standing to his feet and slipping them back into the shoes he’d worn there. Shrugging off the white dressing gown and draping it over the arm of the sofa.

“Feel free to take my place here. I’ve got to get goin’ anyway. Sarah wanted me to take her out for dinner, so, I can’t get too mullered,” he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek, “he’s been chattin’ my ear off so you’ll be doin’ me some good in getting me away. Not sure how long I can spend listening to his monotonous voice.”

“Hey,” Harry whines, a look of fake hurt written over his features as his lips still sport a smile, “v’only been tellin’ him about what we had planned before you told me you’d be late home. There was minimal chat since Mitch barely speaks.”

“And I’m pretty sure he was going to start a pedicure on me if you hadn’t have shown up when you did,” Mitch smirks as he flipped Harry the middle finger, squeezing her shoulder as he passed by, disappearing into the hallway and grabbing the jacket he’d hung up, upon his arrival earlier that afternoon, “let’s just say, there is no one in the world who would go near his feet during a pedicure. Except you, of course, babe. Because you married him and that means his feet come with him. Unfortunately.”

“Hey, mister, leave my husband’s abnormally gigantic feet alone or else you can’t come around and drink our wine anymore.” xx

anonymous asked:

Can you hit me up with some fluffy baby boyfriends stuff?? Bonus points if it's canon. I need a good cry.

hi anon! we all know iโ€™d die for the baby boyfriends so uhhh yeah i sure can! i got another request to do best friends to lovers with some pining so i decided to combine them, hope you donโ€™t mind. iโ€™ve also recced a couple of these fics before but uhhh, i love them and also they fit the request lol, so youโ€™re getting them again.ย 

so some of these are fluffy baby boyfriend fics, some are (canon) baby boyfriend and best friend to lovers fics with pining, some are aus with pining so thereโ€™s a mix, (iโ€™m just gonna title it best friends to lovers to make it easier lol) but i hope you find something you like anon!ย 

Best Friends To Lovers, Pining and Fluff Fics

weโ€™re gonna conquer dragons by queenmcgonagall (baby boyfriends, fluff, canon)

Louisโ€™s eyes are blue blue blue and Harryโ€™s drunk and just wants to hold his hand. The boys play truth or dare at the bungalow.

love is a word (you gave it a name) by @hattaloveโ€‹ (bftl, canon, fluff)

โ€œItโ€™s worth it anyway,โ€ says Harry, looking into Louisโ€™s eyes. Heโ€™s untucked his hair from behind his ear, and it falls down in silky strands to obscure his face. He looks so painfully young, even after everything. Louisโ€™s strong, strong boy. โ€œJust for the two of us. We get to be selfish for a little while.โ€

itโ€™s christmas. in between snowman building, tree shopping, and ill-advised skating on a frozen lake, louis and harry get ready to take the most important step of their lives.

Rock Those Blue Jeans, Baby by shakespearesque (baby boyfriends, fluff, canon)

Louis has a hate/love relationship with the video diaries. He has a love/love relationship with Harry, though, and the video diaries donโ€™t help with that at all

(so so so manyโ€ฆ like SO many) more under the cut!

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  • Ron: (walking into the kitchen) Hey Harry- what are you up to?
  • Harry: Online. I'm checking out this Tumblr thing. Draco said there's some stuff on here that I'll like.
  • Ron: Oh really- Quidditch stuff, you mean?
  • Harry: Yeah. Apparently on Tumblr it's called a 'ship'. It's how you search for something on here. Aaand that's me all registered on Tumblr. What's this lock symbol for- I'll turn it off- don't want to miss anything.
  • Ron: (sitting down next to Harry and looking at the screen) Oh- let's see if you and me are on there- they might have some photos from our old Quidditch matches.
  • Harry: Okay. It'll be a laugh. "Harry Potter and Ron Weasley ship". Aaand search.
  • (Two hours later, Hermione walks into the kitchen)
  • Hermione: Hi guys...you okay? You look a little shocked.
  • Ron: We've seen things, 'Mione. Things we can never unsee...

hey harry that thing in ur hand? i don’t know if u know this but u put it on ur face. they’re called glasses and u wear them. please. do it. i’m begging.


they’re literally in love



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