niall tomlinson

Migraine

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Prompt: “Can you write a Harry styles imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night with a migraine and he needs you to take care of him because he doesn’t feel good ?? Thanks darling!” -Anon

Word Count: 1,106. 

Ah- Ah- Ah -Ah I’ve got a migraine. There’s a couple tøp references in this heh. Apologies that it’s so short! Wrote this in the hour of free time that I had lol. Thank you for requesting :) I’m slowly moving down my lists of requests now that I got a new laptop! Next one will be a Josh Dun imagine. 

Love to you, Iz xx


Fuck. Harry thinks to himself, green eyes reluctantly opening. He moves to grip his head only to realise his arm is stuck in your firm grasp. Another line of profanities slips from his lips as he edges it out of your arms. You stir slightly before flipping to the other side, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

Fucking hell this hurts. Harry clutches his head, which is now aching. He knew exactly what was coming on. The discomfort only increases the more he rouses himself. His eyes shut, the pain reverberating throughout the rest of his skull. 

How the hell did this even happen? He didn’t even drink much before going to bed- just a couple wine glasses of wine at his dinner party with Jeff and Glenn.

His free hand pats the bedside table for the glass of water you always made sure to set out in case of instances like this. The migraine picks at him as he gulps down the glass and decides medicine would be the only cure.

The hardwood floor is frigid underneath his feet and Harry reminds himself to start wearing socks to bed; the winter months in London are always unforgiving.

Not wanting to worsen the pain, he is forced to search for the medicine in the dark. His fingers brush over a bottle similar to his usual pain relief bottle so he pours two into his hands. However once the pills touch his palm, his brows furrow. They’re circular instead of the usual capsule-shaped pills. 

He pulls the bottle closer, eyes widening at the label. “Fast Acting Laxatives” reads the jar, causing Harry to yelp and drop it. He was this close to taking two of them. He winces at the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor, knowing several little pills spilt out. 

Why ‘ave we even got these in the first place? Oh shit, wait, yeah. Harry answers his own question, thinking back to the time he pranked Louis back by crushing one and putting it into his drink. Serves Louis right though, no one messes with Harry’s boots, especially if it is to draw something on them.

Rummaging through the rest of the drawer, he finally comes across the correct bottle of medicine after carefully examining the label despite the strain in his eyes and pulse in his head.

He quietly pads back to the bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly and wake up feeling better. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden dip and wave of warmth, turning to glance at your husband.

“Harry?” You mumble in the darkness, reaching a hand out for his. He curses to himself, having woken you up.

He cuddles closer to you, tugging your body onto his chest. He’s afraid if he tells you about the raging migraine in his head, you’ll feel compelled to stay awake and take care of him. He murmurs a reply you just barely register. 

“Go back to sleep, darlin.” You don’t have to be told twice as you drift off, sleep becoming of you once again.

A small smile etches across his face as he feels you falling deeper. 

Though once your breathing slows, Harry regrets not telling you what was wrong as the throbbing only escalates. He lets out a groan knowing it would take another twenty minutes for the medicine to set in, and even then he doesn’t know if it would work that well.

His breathing becomes heavy, gripping the right side of his head. He didn’t get migraines often, but when he did, oh boy were they raging. His eyes clamp down in an attempt to force sleep, but it only worsens the pain.

“Mgh.” He releases an incoherent moan, shifting from side to side. Harry knows he probably shouldn’t, but fuck it, you’re the only person he knows could help.

“Love,” He gently shakes. You grumble a bit as his swaying continues, his repeated pet names finally waking you.

“What? What is it, H?” You almost snap, slightly annoyed. 

“I-I-I’ve got a migraine.” He mutters in reply, guilt also setting in as he woke you with his own problems. 

“Oh.” You bite your lip, thankful that you did not utter any rude words. 

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep-”

“No, no. Of course not. I’m glad you woke me up. Do you want me to get some more water or boil some? Have you taken meds for it?” 

His head nods, whining lowly at the sensation.

“ ‘m sorry,” Harry apologises again. “I really wouldn’t wake you unless it was bad and I’ve tried to go back to sleep but I just can’t and- and… it really fooking hurts.” 

You lean forward to lay a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t apologise for wanting help, my love.” You respond before exiting to make tea. The herbal ones always seemed to calm him.

Once back in the room, you frown at his exterior. His body is up against the headboard, arms crossed and trying to relax but it was only causing more of an ache.

You sigh, pulling him closer. He tries to relax in your grasp but cannot rattle the discomfort. Your fingers dig into his hair, gently massaging the tender areas.

“… and my pain will range from up, down and sideways, thank God it’s Friday cause Fridays…” You hum lowly, the TØP song sticking to your brain after Harry brought up the title.

“Don’t know why they, always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle…” 

“What’s the name of that song again, angel?” Harry interjects. 

“Migraine.” You chuckle, causing him to groan. 

“You don’t like the song?” 

“No, no. I do, it’s just… perhaps something a bit more mellow for the moment?” 

You nod, beginning a different song for your husband. Though everything still hurt, your repeated touch and sound eased his pain just a bit. 

“But ain’t nobody love you like I do…” 

You notice his breathing gradually calm as you sing softly. Another smile comes across his face, feeling incredibly thankful to have you around. Nothing and no one could ever make him feel as you do. 

“Promise that I will not take it personal-”

“-baby?” He completes the line, though his intonation hints that it is question rather than him singing. You pout, thinking you had upset him again by the choice of song. Happier had also been circling your thoughts and though it did not apply to either of you, it was still a fantastic song to sing.

“Yes, Haz?” 

“I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.”

Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.

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anonymous asked:

Tfln: maybe after they get back together and H has to go out of town for meetings or something and the missus starts sexting him and he's getting all hot and bothered?

Harry. Missus.

Why did the last 2 and a bit weeks go so quickly?

We had too much fun, didn’t we? You know what they say, love. Time goes by when you’re having fun.

We should have just stayed in bed and slept and done nothing all day. Gone to a library or something and had boring sex.

Sex with you is never boring.

You always find something new to bring to the sheets. Like when you suggested doing the 69 position. Never eaten a girl out whilst she sucked on my cock before.

Didn’t it feel good though?

So fucking good.

I’m laying in bed right now, really REALLY craving you, you know?

Well, if it helps, I’m really REALLY craving you, too.

Should have just joined you on tour.

That would have been so fun. But, you’ve got work to do for the magazine. How is everything going there?

It’s really good. They gave me my own office now. It’s pretty damn gorgeous, too. The view is so lovely! It faces the Thames and you can see all the buses go by and everyone’s bustling past. It’s so lovely.

That sounds so gorgeous! You’ll have to take me one lunchtime.

The window would be great to fuck against.

Christ.

Seriously. Pushed right up against the glass. Imagine that. We’ve had garden sex in your little pool house; now imagine the thrill of it being in an office. With people outside. 

How high up are you?

7 floors. 

And, I’ve looked from below, too. When I leave for work. It’s hard to get a look in and get photos through the window. You’d have to sneak in with that hideous disguise you have through the front, but, if you get unseen below, people won’t crowd outside to catch a glimpse of you.

Imagine it.

God, love.

I am.

Is it turning you on as much as it is me?

Definitely.

You want me to fuck you against the window in the bright of day, yeah? Stick my cock deep in you and fuck you up against the glass? You’re so dirty.

Your dirty girl.

Christ.

Yes. 

What about giving you a nice, sloppy, quick blowie against the window? Smush your pretty arse against the window and give everyone a nice view?

Fuck.

That’ll be on my agenda when you get back. I’ll schedule it into my planner. “Give Harry a blowjob against the window of my office.” 

Schedule in “Get a spank from Harry for turning him on when he’s meant to be getting ready for the day.”

Love youuuuu.

Can’t wait to get spanked.

Bent over that desk.

Yeeees.

Getting wet at the thought.

Might have to bolt towards the bathroom and get rid of this feeling…

You have an up to date dick pic for me?

Unfortunately not. But, you have loads already.

I do, but, I need some new material.

Give me a couple of hours and I’ll get one to you. I promise you. xxx

nick grimshaw arguing with harry styles over whether or not it's harry singing
my favorite radio interview ever

some of my favorite things from my favorite thing ever:

nick: *singing badly* / harry: clip 3 please?

nick: THAT’S YOU!!!! / harry: IT’S NOT ME!!

nick: that song where you do the high note that i don’t think you actually do and it’s computer generated / harry: heeeyy

anonymous asked:

TFLN request where Harry and the missus have been together for about a year and she's having really bad cramps and he offers to come comfort her :"))

Harry. Missus.

Can we take a rain check on our date this afternoon?

Why? Is everything okay?

I don’t feel all that great today.

What’s the matter? Do you need anything?

I’ve just got the worst cramps ever.

How bad?

Like I want to tear my uterus out and gift it back to God.

Don’t do that.

We can have babies then.

If I can’t bear the pain of period cramps, I can’t bear the pain of birthing something as huge as a bloody baby from my vagina!

You’ve handled something pretty huge already…

Now is NOT the time to be making sex jokes, Harry!

I’m sorry, love. I used to make Gem laugh all the time with my jokes when she was moody and cramping..

I’m sorry.

Do you want cuddles?

I’ll even put on a big sweater for you to cuddle into.

Can you come and cuddle with me?

Do you have time to do so?

In that TINY flat you call home? ;)

Please?

And leave your jokes at home.

Of course.

I’ve got some more of your chocolate left over from last month. Do you want some?

Do you have to ask?

I’ll take it as a yes..?

Of course.

You’d understand if you bled through your genitals.

If I could, I’d swap genitals with you a week, once a month so I could take these cramps from you.

:(((

I’m sorry, love. 

Give me 15 minutes. I’ll stop off at at the supermarket and get you some pads.

Tampons.

Oh, you want tampons? Okay. I’ll get you some.

I love you. xx