“You seem awfully happy t’is mornin’.” Niall cleared his throat, taking a sip of his tea before raising a brow at Harry. Harry smiled and shrugged as he popped some bread into the toaster, humming to himself. “Suspiciously happy.” 

“Jus’ a good morning, tha’s all.” Harry hummed, strolling over to the fridge and pulling out a couple ingredients to make for breakfast. Eggs, bacon - The essentials. “Birds are chirpin, sun is shining.” 

“Uh-huh. Ya never make breakfast fer yourself.” Niall snorted, slowly raising the mug to his lips before his eyes went wide and a lightbulb went off. “Did someone spend the night?” 

“Maybe..” Harry trailed off, a huge grin forming on Niall’s face as he leaned in a little more. 

“Do I know t’is someone?” Niall lowered his voice, glancing towards the staircase in fear that he would wake any guests up. 

“Yeh know her quite well, in fact.” Harry clicked his tongue, taking a sip of coffee while he wagged his brows. 

“I do? I swear t’ God, if it’s Kendall fuckin-” Before Niall could finish his sentence, he heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs, surprised to see you sleepily making your way towards the two of them wearing nothing but Harry’s shirt. Holy shit. “Y/N! G’mornin t’ ya.” 

“Morning.” You hummed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you walked over to Harry, murmuring a ‘good morning’ before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. As you bent down to check out what was in the fridge, Niall turned to Harry with wide eyes, lips parted in shock. You and Harry? Well, maybe it was expected. You and Harry were very close, but he didn’t think you guys were this close.

“How was your night, Y/N? I thought you said you were going t’ go home after t’e party.” Niall asked, watching as you made your way over to sit down next to him. You shrugged and stretched a little, unaware of the fact that Niall caught sight of the many hickeys covering your hipbones and inner thighs.

“Changed my mind. Harry’s bed is a lot softer than mine.” You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Milk and sugar, love?” Harry asked, dropping two cubes of white sugar into the tea as you nodded. 

"So, eh.. What is t’is? Friends wit’ benefits? A boyfriend/girlfriend situation?” Niall smirked, watching as you and Harry exchanged glances with rosy cheeks.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You hummed, hopping off the stool before walking over and whispering something in Harry’s ear, giggling when he gave your bum a small pat before you made your way back to the stairs. It was only when you disappeared that Harry spoke up again. 

“A’right, Ni. You’ve got t’ get outta here. I’m sure you’re a busy man, gotta lot o’ things t’ do.” Harry cleared his throat, thrusting a slice of toast into his hand before shooing him up off the stool. 

“Says you.” 


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Harry taking your innocence on your honeymoon and you're all shy the next day and that little puce of shit he will tease you about it then would say something like 'you know you enjoyed as much as I did' you can't help but blush even more.........

You don’t know why you’re blushing. He is, after all, your husband; he’s allowed to see you naked. Plus, beyond that, he’s also Harry and he’s the person you’ve been in love with and trusted for the past three years of your life.

But you’re blushing.

It was the look he gave you when you walked into the kitchen dressed in only panties and one of Harry’s shirts. He was making breakfast at the counter in a low-riding pair of sweats and you could see some of the evidence of last night’s activities on his back.

When he saw you though, he dropped everything and gave you a grin.

“Mornin’, missus.”

He strode over to give you a kiss, and held it a bit longer than he normally would have. It was still hard to believe that you were married; the wedding itself was a blur but the wedding night definitely was not.

Harry had been every inch a gentlemen because he knew how important that night was for you. He was the first - and hopefully only - man to see you in such an intimate and vulnerable state and he didn’t take that lightly.

The night was all about you; how good could he make you feel? 

You had nothing to compare it to, of course, but you were fairly certain that Harry was the best lover on the planet.

“Like you in that shirt,” Harry purred, snapping you out of your trance as he ran his fingers underneath the hem, skimming the skin of your belly, “How are you feelin’?”

“A little sore,” you admitted, “but I’m okay.”

“Enjoyed yourself though?”

You immediately ducked your head as the blush spread across your face once again. The smirk he was giving you wasn’t helping.

“Yeah,” you replied, shyly.

“Hey,” Harry said, lifting your chin to meet his gaze, “you don’t have to be embarrassed, love. You’re supposed to enjoy it, that’s the point. ‘Sides, the way you were clawing at my back, I’d say you enjoyed it just as much as I did, if not more.”

You playfully hit his stomach and he laughed, turning back to the counter.

“Now, what would my beautiful wife like for breakfast?”

You could get used to this.

This sign seems harmless enough. But it’s part of a scheme by an anti-choice crisis pregnancy center (CPC) to trick women seeking abortion services. Crisis pregnancy centers (CPCs) pose as legitimate reproductive health centers. They have a track record of outright lying to women and work to dissuade people from exercising the right to choose.

Here’s what happening: this particular CPC sits right next to a legitimate abortion clinic (called EMW). That’s one way they cause confusion. Check out the “parking permit” gimmick. That’s how the CPC is luring women to the parking lot and getting them to come inside for a parking permit. Once a woman goes into a CPC, an anti-choice volunteer may try to get the woman to miss her appointment or use shame or scare tactics to pressure the woman not to access abortion.

Sketchy and so wrong.