“I told you guys to watch his margarita intake, so really, you people brought this upon yourselves.” You tucked your phone into your back pocket as you approached Niall and Louis. “I hate to say I told you so, but I-”
“Yeah, yeah. We know, you’re always right. Can you jus’ go in t’ere and deal with him?” Niall snorted, tugging you into the hotel room and pointing to the direction of the couch. “I managed to pry him off of me after about twenty minutes of forced cuddle time.”
“The more you fight him the tighter he’ll snuggle you.” You clicked your tongue, making your way over to the couch and smiling softly at your clearly drunk boyfriend. He looked like he was asleep, but you really couldn’t tell because he had his sunglasses on… Why did he have his sunglasses on?
“Harry…” You trailed off, receiving nothing as a response. Maybe he had conked out for the night. Of course, you had spoken too soon because before you knew it, his sunglasses started wiggling up and down, a lazy smile growing on Harry’s face.
“Oh my god, it’s my girlfriend!” Harry snickered, the arm hanging off the edge of the couch reaching out and wrapping around your thigh. “Tha’s right, you’re my girlfriend…”
“That’s what he said to me an hour ago! I can’t believe I lost a boyfriend so quickly.” Niall teased, laughing lightly when Harry’s arm jolted causing you to nearly fall forward.
“C’mon, Harry. Time to get up. I was about to take a bath so you’re lucky I walked down the hall to get you.” You poked his cheek before turning to look at Niall.
“Will you at least help me- Ow, Harry!” You paused when you felt Harry bite down on your finger, a giggle slipping past his lips afterward. “Will you at least help me carry him back if he doesn’t budge?”
“I’m way too tired for t’at, Y/N. I’m sure you can manage. You’re a strong girl.” Niall yawned, looking ready to pass out as well.
“Louis, how about-” Louis had already fallen asleep and was snoozing away looking awfully comfortable on the sofa chair. Obviously, this was going to be a one-woman job.
“Harry, get up!” You frowned, letting out a huff when Harry chewed on your finger in response. “What can I say to make you get your ass up?” You pushed Harry’s arm off your leg before bending down so that you were face to face with him. “Hm?”
“Tell me what I wanna hear, baby…” Harry purred, a hand reaching up to pat at your face.
“You’re gonna have to tell me what you wanna hear. What do you want?”
“Y’know wha’ yeh haven’t done in a while that I really wan’ you t’ do?” Harry perked up, lowering his sunglasses until they were on the tip of his nose.
“Wan’ you t’ ride my-”
“Hey! Okay, okay. We don’t- You don’t have to finish that sentence.” You clamped a hand over Harry’s mouth, looking over your shoulder to see if Niall was still in the room. (He was. But he was on his phone, so maybe he didn’t hear.)
“Oh, please, Y/N? Yeh haven’t done it in so long and- and a man needs to be dominated once in a while, you feel?” Harry hiccuped, flopping back down on the couch before pouting at you. “I’m not leavin’ till you agree.”
“Harry- I- You can’t blackmail me into-” Again, you glanced over your shoulder before turning back and leaning closer to Harry. “You can’t blackmail me into bloody riding you.”
“I know yeh wan’ to, though. Cos you can’t get enough of my dic-”
“For cryin’ out loud, Y/N. Give t’e man what he wants!” You jumped when Niall spoke up from behind you, your cheeks growing red as you got up from your knees. For the record, it had been a while since you… You know. And the idea of… you know… sounded kind of nice?
“Fine! But he’s not getting up anytime soon so it’s not going to be happening-”
“No, no! I’m walking, I’m going.” Harry hiccuped, pushing himself off the couch before stumbling towards the door but not before turning and shooting finger guns in your direction. “You’re gonna get it t’night, love. Jus’ wait and see.” He hummed, leaning against the frame of the door with a wide grin.
“Alright, Ni. I’ll see you in the morning. Make sure Louis gets into bed.” You patted the top of Louis’ head gently before turning to walk towards Harry, only to realize he had fallen asleep in the span of twenty seconds.
Looks like you weren’t going to get it tonight, after all.
“Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have married me, silly.” The obnoxious strumming of a guitar continued echoing in the bedroom, making you blindly reach over to grab another pillow and hold it over your head. It was about a week into yours and Harry’s honeymoon, and sure, you were still super lovey-dovey around each other… But he knew how much you hated mornings.
“I know, but it’s only six in the morn-”
“Jus’ in time t’ see the sun rise! C’mon, I haven’t posted anything on my Instagram for a while, we should totally take this opportunity!” Harry beamed, playing a cheerful little tune on the guitar while walking closer to the bed.
“We were up til three yesterday, I’d love you forever if you give me another hour to-”
“You gave me your eternal love once ‘I do’ came outta your mouth, Mrs. Styles.” Harry quipped, setting the guitar down and climbing back onto the bed. You couldn’t help but groan at how irritating he was being, flopping onto your back to look at him with sleepy eyes. (He wasn’t being that irritating. It was just that you found everything irritating at six in the bloody morning.)
“I’m not leaving this bed.” You said firmly, jolting when Harry suddenly ripped the blankets off you, goosebumps immediately rising on your skin from the sudden exposure to cool air. “Harry, I-” Harry crawled over and plopped himself down on top of you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“I’m not doing anything!” Harry smiled innocently, leaning down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. “Jus’ givin’ my wife a little loving. Is tha’ so wrong?”
“It’s wrong when you’re asking her to get up at six in the morning to watch a big ball of fire rise in the sky.” You laughed lightly, twitching as you felt Harry nipping on your skin. You knew exactly what he was up to and you weren’t going to fall for it. You had fallen into his trap of seduction far too many times! First, he’d give you kisses and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and once you agreed to do whatever it was he wanted to do, he’d bolt! (Truth be told, you were guilty of pulling the seduction trap out a couple times when you wanted something from him.)
“I just wanna spend some time with yeh, Mrs. Styles..” Harry purred, hands trailing down to clasp your hips gently.
“We spent plenty of time together yesterday night.” You sighed, swatting his hands away when they began sneaking into another region.
“And the night before.” You took the opportunity to flip the two of you over, Harry smiling up at you as you adjusted yourself, your legs on either side of him.
“And the night before before.” You pointed out, your own fingers beginning to wander down to the knot on his towel. “You know what I think would be a good idea? Another way for us to spend time that doesn’t involve getting outta bed?” You cooed, running your hands over Harry’s broad chest with a sly smirk on your face.
“Tell me.” Harry shifted underneath you, sucking his bottom lip into his teeth. (You could feel him getting excited already, so you knew your plan was working effectively.) You leaned down, your lips hovering over his own before you planted a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Sleeping.” You rolled yourself off of Harry, getting back into your comfortable fetal position and tugging the sheets back up to cover up. “Feel free to join me if you’d like. Or you can go take that Instagram picture. Or you can take care of your situation. In the bathroom, preferably. I’d like some peace and quiet so I can fall asleep again. ”
“You’re a piece of shit, yeh know tha’?”
“That’s Mrs. Piece of shit, thank you very much. I’m a married woman now!”
“I was expecting you to be in bed half an hour ago.” You never liked working late, but it couldn’t be helped sometimes. Harry obviously wasn’t a huge fan of you working late either, but he knew you worked more productively when you were alone and in the dark, as creepy as that sounded. Unsurprisingly, you weren’t working, because you were wonderful at procrastinating and Buzzfeed articles were just so damn tempting!
“I know, but then I started reading this really interesting article about how a blue whale’s tongue weighs about 3 tons and- Well, you get the point.” You waved Harry off, turning back to face the dim glow of your laptop screen. “Just give me five more minutes.”
“You know I can’t have a good night’s rest if you’re not in the bed with me…” Harry whined, padding over to you before slumping down on you with his arms around you from behind.
“Cut it out, you big baby. If I can survive ten months without you even being here, you can survive one night sleeping alone.” You clicked your tongue, turning to give Harry a quick kiss on the cheek before reaching up to untangle his limbs around your neck.
“But- Y/N, you said half an hour ago!” Harry continued to whine, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout.
“Did you know that both humans and dogs have a stage of sleep known as the REM? No wonder dogs tremble in their sleep.” You hummed, your brows knitting together as you continued reading on an article completely irrelevant to the four thousand word essay you were supposed to be writing. “Wait, what are you-” Not even a second later and Harry was pulling you up off the chair and plopping himself down with a grunt, the chair squeaking underneath his weight. “If you wanna read the article, I’ll send you the link. No need to steal my chair!”
“If you’re not going to come upstairs, I’ll jus’ join you down here. I’m giving you five minutes and then we’re both outta here.” Harry stated, pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap. You let out a heavy sigh before wrapping one arm around his neck while your other reached for the laptop.
“You are such a brat, you know that?” You murmured, Harry humming contently as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help but giggle as you felt his hair tickling your chin while his nose prodded against you. “But you’re not actually going to drag me out of here when my five minutes are up, right?”
“I’m just a simple man looking for some cuddles.” He ignored your statement, his eyes focusing on the little clock behind your laptop. “I’m obviously not going to get it by whining to you to get your bum upstairs, so this is my only option.” Harry sighed dramatically, shifting you so that you were in a more comfortable position.
“You’re ridiculous, that’s what you are.”
“Don’t pay attention to me, love. Go on and read your article about… ‘The sex life of a duck’…? I don’ see how this is relevant to-”
“Did you know ducks have corkscrew penises? Here, I’ll read the article.”
This was going to be a long five minutes. Maybe Harry should’ve gone to bed alone.
The sound of the doorbell going off was the thing that woke you up, making you blindly reach out for your phone to check out what time it was. “2:38…” A part of you wanted to stay snuggled up in bed, but the other part of you had an idea as to who it was pounding on your door.
“Y/N, open up!” You let out a soft groan the sound of Niall’s voice before reaching out and turning the lamp on, a soft glow illuminating the bedroom. Rolling out of bed, you grabbed your glasses off the countertop and put them on, dragging your feet towards the front door. “Y/N-”
“Hold on, I’m coming!” You yawned, turning the hallway lights on before opening the door. Niall and the rest of the boys stood in front of you, all three of them looking as sleepy as ever. “There better be a good reason for waking me up at 3 in the morning.”
“Here’s your reason.” You couldn’t help but smile lightly at the sight of Harry pushing through the boys with a look of determination on his face, slumping against you once he made it over to you.
“Y/N!” Harry hiccuped, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and letting out a small breath. “Missed yeh.”
“He’s only a little tipsy.” Louis joked, stretching out his limbs before letting out a yawn of his own.
“Why couldn’t you have just taken him to one of your guys’ places? Would’ve been much easier than dragging him all the way to my place.” You hummed, rubbing circles on Harry’s back as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.”
“He refused to go anywhere but here.”
“Yeah, but- Ow, Harry! Cut it out!” You yelped when Harry bit down on your neck, bursting into a fit of giggles while pressing soft kisses to your skin. Harry was an affectionate person when he was sober, but when he was drunk, the affectionate and touchy levels dialed all the way up. (You didn’t mind this, obviously. But it was a little awkward having Harry’s hands slide under your shirt while you were trying to talk to the boys.)
“You sure you’ll be okay?” Liam raised a brow, fighting a smile as he noticed one of Harry’s hands slipped down to cup your bum. You jumped slightly when you felt him squeeze tightly, your cheeks turning bright red.
“Christ, you guys. What did you let him drink? He’s not usually this rowdy.”
“I wasn’t really watchin’ him but I’m pretty sure he enjoyed one too many of those fruity drinks.” Niall hummed, shrugging as he did so. “We can help pry him off you and carry him to bed?”
“I think I’ll be able to handle him. Thanks for taking care of him for me.” You laughed lightly, stumbling backward as Harry tried to push you towards the couch. “Goodnight, guys. See you tomorrow for breakfast!” You were about to close the door when Harry suddenly shot up and turned his head to look at the boys with a sleazy smile before his right eye dropped in a wink.
“…Y/N ‘n I are gonna fuck now.”
“Oh my god.” At least drunk Harry was super entertaining.
“Harry, they’re going to hear us if we keep this up,” You giggled at the light kisses being planted on your neck, eyes widening at the sudden intrusion of Harry’s hand down your panties. “Wha- stop, we can’t!” You swatted Harry’s hand away, reaching up to poke his nose.
“No one’s going t’ hear us, Y/N… I’ve got the music blasting downstairs.”
“You know the lock on our door is shit. If someone walks in on you humping me we’ll never hear the end of it.”
Deciding to throw a party was great and all, because Harry loved playing the host and loved hearing about how wonderful all his parties were, but one too many shots of tequila later and all he wanted to do was to kick everyone out of the house so that he could finally get down and dirty with you.
“No one’s going to walk in because there’s plenty to do downstairs.” Harry pointed out, leaning down to give you a sweet kiss with his arms on either side of you. “Not to mention, you seemed to like the idea of me humpin’ yeh knowin’ that all our friends are in the house when we were downstairs earlier.”
“That’s only because I was a little more drunk downstairs.” You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes playfully as Harry tucked his face into the crook of your neck while his hands began to explore your body once again. “Harry…”
You knew you were probably going to give in sooner or later, mainly because tipsy Harry was very much a beggar but also because yes, maybe you did like the idea of Harry fucking you with all your oblivious friends hanging out downstairs. “I just think that we can wait until-”
“Harry, we’re outta tequila!” Harry immediately rolled off of you as the door swung open before slamming against the dresser, an obviously drunk Niall stumbling into the room with a wide grin on his face. “And we’re almost outta beer. This is the last one.” He hiccuped, taking a quick swig before looking at the two of you. “Hi Y/N!”
“Evening, Niall.” You greeted, trying your best to hide a smile at how irritated Harry seemed to be.
“I- I’m asleep! We’re asleep!” Harry hissed, sitting up straight and pointing towards the door. “There’s more tequila in the- Jus’ ask Louis, he knows where it is.”
“A’right, a’right. Did you two want us to keep the noise down? It’s nice to have peace and quiet when you’re havin’ sex, lemme tell ya.”
“Niall, I- Just go back down.” Harry groaned, his cheeks burning up slightly. He thought he had been careful but Niall could obviously see right through him. “And yes, a little quiet would be nice-”
“Okay, I’ll just- Oi, everyone! Let’s keep t’e fuckin’ noise down!” Niall screeched, slamming the door shut and leaving you and Harry in silence.
“Please do.” Harry let out a sigh, turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. “I hope Niall’s intrusion didn’t completely kill the mood.”
“Hey, at least he didn’t tell everyone what we were doing.” You shrugged, lips tugging up in a grin when Harry rolled onto you again. “Could’ve been worse.”
“Everyone shut up and let Y/N and Harry fuck in peace, for cryin’ out loud!”
You already knew you were going to regret this decision from the start. But then again, you didn’t think it was right to let life move on without letting Harry know about the teensy-weensy, very little crush you had on him. You thought you had been subtle all these years, you thought you had your emotions all under control and that not even the FBI could figure out that you liked Harry. You didn’t know this, but you were very much wrong because everyone knew. Absolutely everyone knew about your feelings towards Harry, even Harry knew about your feelings towards him! Except you didn’t know that Harry and everyone else in the entire bloody world were aware of your more than little crush. (You had always been an oblivious person.)
“You should buy dinner fo’ me first before dragging me into the bedroom, love.” You had thrown a house party mainly to celebrate the success of Harry’s new album, but also because you needed an excuse to get wasted so that confident Y/N would come out to play.
“Hush. I just needed to talk to you about something. Something very, very important!” You smiled nervously, shutting the door behind you and trailing behind Harry to sit down on the edge of the bed. “I’ve kept this from you for a while now, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to not tell you. I don’t want this to make everything super weird between us because it’s a totally normal thing and it’s not even a big deal.”
“I knew you were a secret agent. Who do yeh work for?” Harry joked, pointing a finger at you accusingly before squinting his eyes. Only Harry would crack a joke at a time like this.
“I… I, uh…” Considering the fact that you couldn’t piece words together to form a proper sentence, you knew you weren’t nearly drunk enough to tell Harry this. But it was too late! You dragged him into the bedroom and made a huge deal about how you had been wanting to tell him something for a long time, so you didn’t have a choice left. Just say it! I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. I like you more than a friend should. “I like you, but not in the best friend way, it’s more like the I-wanna-kiss-you-right-now kind of way.” Or you could say it like that. A+ for effort?
“Oh, I know.”
“And I’m sorry I didn’t let you know this, but I really wanted to, and-” You stopped midway through your little ramble, eyes widening as you looked up at Harry. “I’m sorry, you what?”
“I know.” A shit-eating grin grew on Harry’s features before he was shrugging casually, reaching over to pick some lint off the duvet. He knew?? How did he know? You were sure you had been careful with the way you acted towards him but obviously, you hadn’t been a very good actor. Oh god. What if he didn’t like you back? Or what if he said he liked you back out of politeness? Harry was a polite person. He hated negativity so it made sense that he would lie to you about liking you. It was pretty obvious you had a million and one thoughts clambering around in your head, but you couldn’t help it!
One thing you always hated about yourself was that you seemed to immediately shut off when someone expressed some form of affection towards you. You didn’t think it would happen in front of Harry, but it was definitely happening. You could practically feel your brain short-circuiting. Maybe if I tell him it’s just a prank he’ll back off.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about it, because I don’t actually like you and this is just an elaborate scheme to-”
“Y’know, I’m surprised it took you this long t’ tell me!” Harry clicked his tongue, pushing himself up off the mattress as he headed towards the door. “I figured you’d have to tell me sooner or later, but you really took your time, didn’t you?”
“Because I’ve liked you for a long time, but everyone told me to wait for you to tell me, which was kind of torturous but thank bloody God you finally said something because I felt like I was going to explode!” Harry laughed lightly, twisting the doorknob with a click.
“Anyways, I’m gonna head down and see what everyone else is up to. I know you’re probably still processing everything tha’s happening but if I don’ see yeh down there in five minutes I’ll give you a proper spank.”
“And I’m allowed to say tha’ cos we’re practically dating.”
You didn’t really know Harry. He had lived
two doors down from you for the last 8 months. He had introduced himself to you
when you had moved in and you frequently saw each other while entering and
exiting the apartment building but you didn’t really know much about him.
However with your frequent interactions, your daughter had become quite fond of
him, especially because he was so nice to her and gave her a funny face or a
big smile on the way past. She had even on occasion asked to visit him when she
was bored, but had never really acted on it. She was only three after all; she
didn’t really understand he was a stranger.
After a long stressful day of work, it had
been a lot more stressful then usual, (difficult clients were the worst) and
you had just picked up your daughter from day care. It was very late and you
were very tired, and looking after a three year old on top of all that was
hard, but you did it because she was the best thing that ever happened to you.
Her father wasn’t in the picture, so you shared your little apartment with her
and all her soft toys, and that was the way you liked it.
You got her situated in the living room
with a bowl of pasta and went into the bedroom to get changed into something
more comfortable, but instead decided to rest your head on the pillow for a
moment. Only a moment later you’d fallen asleep.
After a while your daughter got restless.
She hadn’t seen her mummy around for a while. She got up and checked the
kitchen, and again the living room but couldn’t find you. When she was eating
she was so used to you being in the room with her, that she couldn’t even think
of where else you could be.
She began to get scared and upset, and
didn’t have anyone to help her. That’s when she thought of Harry.
She stood up on her tippy toes, reaching
for the door handle, and walked down the hall to his front door, softly
At first Harry thought he was hearing
things. He had the TV on, but he was mostly looking at his phone, and the knock
had been so soft he could have missed it. However when he heard it again he got
up to investigate.
Opening the door he sees your daughter, at
first he smiles but then is a little confused because firstly you are not there
and secondly your front door in wide open.
“Hey sunshine,” says Harry. “What can I do
Your daughter looks up at him with wide
eyes. “I can’t find my mummy.”
Harry looks at the little girl confused.
“Why hunny? Where’d she go?”
You daughter starts to get a little more upset,
tears starting to form at the bottom of her eyes, “I dunno. She gone somewhere
Harry looked at your daughter
sympathetically. He didn’t know much about you but he could tell you were a
good mum. He was sure you wouldn’t have just left her alone in the apartment.
“Well how about we go and have a look
alright munchkin?” he asked. She just nodded in response.
He lifted her onto his hip and walked back
into your apartment, knocking on the open door first, but receiving no reply.
Harry looked around the living room. He
couldn’t see anything weird or strangely out of place.
“Where is mum usually hun? He asked your
daughter in a soft voice.
You daughter snuffled. “I dunno. She’s
always just with me.”
Harry chuckled under his breath. “Where’s
her bedroom. Did you check there?”
You daughter shook her head. “No. Id
fordot,” she mumbled into Harry’s shoulder, pointing in the direction of the
It was then that Harry saw your sleeping
form and chuckled under his breath again. You daughter squirmed and jumped out
of his arms.
“Mummy I found you!” she yelled waking you
up from your sleep.
You woke up with a shock, first from your
daughter’s loud voice, and then because of the man standing at the end of your
bed. It only took you a moment to realize who it was though.
“Harry? What are you doing here?” you asked
running your hand through you hair.
He laughed. “Your daughter couldn’t find
you so she came and asked for some help. That’s all. I’m glad you’re ok.”
You laughed and squeezed your daughter into
a hug. “You silly billy! I was right here!” you giggled.
She laughed. “Sorry mummy!” Now that she
had found you she was content and happy, going back to her dinner and movie in
the living room.
You looked back at Harry. “I’m so sorry
about that. She’s so silly sometimes.”
He laughed. “It’s alright. I’m glad she
trusts me enough that she can ask for help.”
You smiled. “Me too. But I hope it wasn’t
too much trouble. I mean she interrupted your night and…” before you could
finish he interrupted you.
“I honestly didn’t mind. She’s very cute.
Just like her mum.”
You smiled and blushed, a little taken for
“Anytime. But maybe next time she turns up
at my door, you can come to.”
“Wha- Ow!” You scowled as you bumped into the wall yet again, reaching up to rub at the sore spot on your forehead. You would very much prefer to not sport a painful looking purple bruise right on the center of your head. “You know, the point of blindfolding me is so that you help me not bump into things.” You muttered under your breath, blindly waving your arms around in an attempt to locate your dork of a boyfriend.
“Whoops, my bad. But I promise this is all going to be worth it!” Harry chirped, taking your hand and dragging you into the bedroom in one move. (You nearly crashed into the drawer but you didn’t even bother telling Harry about it.) “Okay, ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Harry was usually always up to something, so him blindfolding you and pulling you up and down the house was nothing out of the ordinary. “But will this take long? Because I have some textbooks that are calling my name downstairs and I really need to get some work done.”
“This’ll only take a second.” You flinched when you were suddenly introduced by a harsh ray of light, making you squint and stumble back a little before your eyes finally adjusted to the lighting. “Ta-da!” Now, you were fully aware that there was some sort of surprise Harry was revealing to you, but the only problem was that you didn’t exactly know what the surprise was.
“Oh…” You trailed off, eyes darting around the room desperately searching for something unfamiliar. Nope, nothing. “I love it…!” You smiled sheepishly, Harry looking at you expectantly. “I really love it…?”
“Look at the bed!” Harry padded over to the bed, gesturing to it wildly as if the surprise was super obvious.
“I do love beds.” You hummed, still not knowing what exactly the surprise was. “Did you change the sheets like I asked?”
“Well, yeah, of course I did. Actually, I changed the sheets to these silky ones so now everything’s super soft and- The point is, I bought a new bed because you broke the last one.”
“I didn’t break-” You stammered, feelings your cheeks heat up at his statement. “We broke it.” Long story short, you and Harry may have gotten a little wild the last time you… You know.
“You broke it. Which is why this new bed has a much more sturdy frame and is guaranteed to probably not snap under continuous pressure. I tested it out myself by bouncing on it relentlessly.”
“I’m sure that was fun for you.” You snorted, watching as Harry walked over to shut the door behind you.
“And now…” Harry trailed off, walking back to the bed before tugging at the corner of the blanket and dropping it gently, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “It’s your turn to test it out by bouncing on me relentlessly.”
You absolutely hated driving when Harry was in the car with you. You loved Harry, you just didn’t like backseat driver Harry. Or, in this case, front seat driver Harry. (He refused to sit in the back because he liked sitting up front with you. Also, he could hold your hand whenever you were at a stoplight.)
So far, Harry hadn’t said anything because he was far too preoccupied with scrolling through his Twitter feed. This was why you were thankful for social media - Harry barely spoke when he was lost in the world of likes and retweets. You didn’t mind, of course, because you were just as obsessed with social media as he was! Your day was going great until you initiated conversation. That was your first mistake.
“Are we going to that little diner or the sandwich shop?” You asked, slowing down when you caught sight of the yellow light on the stop light.
“The, uh, the diner. I went t’ the sandwich shop yesterday.” Harry hummed, locking his phone and setting it down on his leg. “Why’d you take this way?”
“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows, keeping your eyes on the stoplight.
“If yeh turned left a couple blocks back, we wouldn’t be in this traffic.”
“There’s no traffic, Harry. We’re at a bloody stoplight.”
“No, I can see the traffic right ahead. If we’re going to be late for lunch, it’s on you.” Harry shrugged, pointing ahead before glancing over at you.
“I’m sure they can make a little space for the Harry Styles.” You snorted, earning a little pinch on your arm for your snarky remark. He didn’t want to admit it, but he also knew that the busiest of restaurants would magically find a table for him no matter what. “And I’m the driver, so I get to choose the route. Plus, if I take that street to the right, we can avoid the traffic.”
“The light’s green.”
“Yes, Harry. I can see that. I’m not blind.” You huffed, stepping lightly on the gas pedal right after someone honked at you from behind.
“You wouldn’t have gotten beeped if you were looking at the light instead of me.”
“You were talking to me, and I didn’t think- No, I’m not fighting over this. People honk at each other all the time in L.A.” You pointed out, sitting up a little to check if you were supposed to turn on this street. A part of you wanted to ask Harry considering the fact you were relatively new to driving in L.A, but then you’d get his whole speech about how he should have driven instead and-
“Turn at the next street.” Harry nudged your arm, smiling lightly at your little huff of aggravation. He knew he was being irritating, but he also knew you loved him no matter what, so… “And don’ forget about the blinkers.”
“I’m- I know! I know what to do!” You cried out, flipping the blinkers on angrily and turning to the right before the car began surging ahead.
By the time you got to the parking lot, Harry’s backseat driving got worse. You didn’t even know it was possible that it could get even worse.
“Don’t take that spot. Your parallel parking is terrible.” Harry sat up straighter to crane his neck a little as he looked around for a nice spot.
“My parallel parking is fine. I’m not the one who rear-ended a car.” You pointed out, Harry turning to give you a pointed look before looking back out the window.
“Tha’ was one time. Take that spot! It’s in the shade, and it’s close to the café, and- Oh, too slow. Now it’s gone. You were too slow.” Harry clicked his tongue, leaning back against the seat. “Too slow.”
“I couldn’t see which spot you were talking about because your big head was in the way!” You exclaimed, spotting another free space and quickly driving towards it.
“Our car’s too big for this spot.” Harry muttered under his breath, shutting up immediately when you stared at him with nothing but pure death in your eyes. “Don’ blame me if yeh scratch the car.” (Truth be told, it was a bit of a squeeze but it was nothing you couldn’t handle!)
After parking the car with minimal difficulty, you hopped out and began walking off without Harry. (You purposely parked so that it would be harder to get out on his side, but you could blame it on the size of the parking space.)
“Good job on parking, love. Very smooth!” You turned when you felt Harry grab your hand suddenly before walking alongside you. Huh. This was the first positive comment on your driving - Needless to say, you were pleasantly surprised!
“Thank you! I was surprised I could even get in there because it was a little small.”
“So you admit it! You thought the space was a little small. If you weren’t so slow, we could’ve snagged that bigger spot.” Ah, there it was. “Wha- Why’d yeh let go of my hand??”
“Ow, frick.” You muttered to yourself when you accidentally walked into the coat rack, reaching up to grab it quickly so that it wouldn’t fall over.
You weren’t sure what time it was, but you knew for sure it was pretty late. You thought you’d be back around two hours ago, but those fruity drinks at the bar kept calling your name and you couldn’t help but stay for two (or four) more drinks with Y/F/N! You hadn’t hung out with her for a hot minute and you could honestly say it was one of the best nights you’d had in a while. So yeah, maybe you were a little tipsy, but at least you were able to make it back home safe! The only problem you faced now was Harry. Harry didn’t mind when you went to hang out with your friends. In fact, he encouraged it! (“I promise you I’ll log out of Netflix if you don’t get off your arse, love.”) He just didn’t like it when you came home in the wee hours of the morning.
A plan was bubbling away in your mind as you made your way up the stairs as quietly as possible, thinking about how you could conduct yourself in a way where Harry wouldn’t wake up. He usually went to bed pretty early, plus he was a deep sleeper. Your plan was super, super simple. All you had to do was a) get into the room, b) go to the dresser in the dark, c) change into a clean shirt, d) go to the washroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, e)- You froze when one of the steps creaked under your foot before you took another cautious step up the stairs. The point was: Get changed, slip into bed, and don’t wake Harry up.
“Get changed, slip into bed, don’t wake your boyfriend up.” You sang quietly, twisting the doorknob and opening the door slowly before poking your head in. This was exciting! It was like you were a spy on a secret mission. If you were a spy, you’d be the best spy. Scratch that, you’d be the bestest spy!
“I’d be the bestest spy.” You trailed off, squinting your eyes as you tried to maneuver yourself in the dark. You perked up when you felt the handle of the dressers, pulling it open and rummaging through it for a shirt. “Move over, James Bond.” You giggled to yourself, wiggling out of your dress and nearly stumbling over your feet. “The name’s Bond. Y/N Bon-” You stopped when the room suddenly flooded with dim light, turning around to see a groggy Harry with his hand on the lamp switch.
“Don’ remember hiring a stripper. I’m in a committed relationship, thank you very much.” Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, lips tugging up in a lazy smirk at the sight of your half-naked state.
“I won’t tell if you won’t tell.” You joked, padding over to Harry and flopping down on top of him, your legs on either side of his torso.
“You said you were comin’ home three hours ago, you dolt. Didn’t pick up your phone when I called.” Harry hummed, hands gripping your hips lightly before he squeezed.
“I know, I know.” You yawned, stretching your limbs and wincing when you felt a couple cracks. “Ooh, wanna know something that happened tonight? Y/F/N was getting drinks for us and-”
“Y/N, it’s three in the morning. Shh…” You squeaked when Harry patted your face and shut his eyes again.
“I know, but- Woah!” You giggled when Harry shoved you off of him before rolling on top of you, pinning you down with a loose grip.
“I think the bestest spy should be the bestest at keepin’ quiet, so why don’ we do tha’?” He hummed, reaching over and flicking the lights off.
You had your own blog and youtube channel that was really successful. Blogging and youtubing had become your career for the time being and that was how you ended up meeting your boyfriend Harry Styles. You and Harry had been together for a few months now and since the relationship was still relatively new, you both wanted to keep it as private as possible, which is why no one outside of close friends and family really knew that you two were together.
Harry was busy with promo for his first film, Dunkirk, and you had been asked to interview a few of the cast members for your blog and youtube channel. Before the interview, you two agreed to keep everything professional so that none of the other media people would be tipped off about your relationship.
You were sat in front of Harry and Fionn for the interview with them. You had your little cards of questions in your hands as you waited for the cue.
Once you got it, you were ready to start.
“Good afternoon, Harry, Fionn, thank you for having me,” you said.
“You’re welcome,” Harry said trying to hold back a smile. “I love your top by the way, sorry, it’s just really cool.”
You tried not to roll your eyes. “Uh, thanks, it was a gift,” you smiled.
You should have known better than to wear a top that Harry had bought you.
“Whoever gave that to you, has phenomenal taste in fashion,” he added.
“I’ll be sure to tell them that,” you said. “Let’s get on to the interview, shall we?
With every question asked, Harry couldn’t help, but laugh or try and keep from laughing. He had to admit it was weird being interviewed by his girlfriend.
“Harry, you have to stop laughing,” you laughed. “I’m not gonna be able to use any of it with you cackling through the whole thing.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughed. “It just you look so adorable with your little cards and serious face on.”
You laughed shaking your head and tried to finish the interview. Once it was over, Harry got up from his chair and walked over to you.
“I thought we agreed to keep things professional,” you laughed playfully pushing him away.
“Easier said than done, love,” he laughed kissing your cheek.
“What am I going to do with you?” You giggled.
“Anything you want once we get home,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m going to get food,” you said getting up from your chair.
“Hey! Get back here!” he laughed following you over to the catering table.
“Harry, slow down!” You giggled, stumbling over your feet as Harry practically dragged you down the hallway clumsily. Harry’s grip tightened when you stumbled once again, making him turn back to glance at you and make sure you weren’t actually going to fall over. “I can’t walk in these heels!”
“It’s not my fault you chose the stilettos.” Harry hummed, apologizing under his breath when he knocked into someone while leading you to the guest bedroom.
Harry had decided to throw a house party in celebration of the success of his debut album and was very much surprised by the number of people that came. He had definitely sent out more invitations than intended, but that was okay! The more, the merrier… Right? Wrong. Very, very wrong. Because now all he wanted was to kick everyone out of the house so he could get a little loving from you. (Or, a lot. He wanted a lot.) He might have gone a little crazy on the Cosmopolitans and the only thing he could think about was what he was going to do once he got you out of that slinky little dress.
“Harry, I have to fix my shoe,” You hiccuped, stopping in your tracks and reaching down with your free hand to adjust the strap on the heel. “If I fall and break my ankle you won’t be able to fuck me at al-”
“Harry! Hey, where are you guys headed off to? We were just about to whip up a couple more of my famous strawberry daiquiris.” You looked up as one of Harry’s friends walked over to you guys, half-listening in on the small talk and half-admiring your boyfriend. God, he’s beautiful. So beautiful. Like a celestial being. Kinda like Wonder Woman.
“Y/N’s not feeling too good so I’m jus’ gonna check if we have any panadol.” Harry hummed, smiling lightly at you as you reached over to twirl your finger around a strand of his hair. “But save some daiquiris fo’ us! We’ll be down in a mo’.” It was once his friend disappeared that he began dragging you down the hallway again, headed straight towards your guys’ bedroom door.
You couldn’t help but laugh lightly as Harry struggled to unlock the door (You liked having it locked during house parties because one time you found Niall and some girl going at it in your bed) before he finally got it and held it open to let you in.“S’too dark, I can’t see anythin’.”
“That’s what the light is for, H.” You snorted, slapping your hand against the light switch and squinting as the room lit up. Both of you were pretty drunk and it was amazing that you were able to make it to the room without passing out in the first place. You definitely didn’t expect Harry to push you up against the wall almost immediately after you shut the door, your lips tugging up in a grin as you pushed at Harry’s chest lightly. “We can’t, we’re the hosts! We’re being bad hosts…”
“S’okay, Niall’s down there dancing on our bloody table, he’ll distract everyone.” Harry murmured against your neck, his fingers already working the zipper on the back of your dress.
“What if someone walks in?” You gasped, feeling Harry nip on your skin hungrily before sucking lightly.
“Locked the door already.” He groaned, pushing his hips against yours while keeping you pressed up against the wall.
“But what if everyone hears us?” At this point, Harry had already pushed your dress down to your hips, looking up at you as he kneeled down on the ground. Harry knew you were teasing him - You loved teasing him when it came to situations like this.
“You’re killin’ me here, baby.” He puffed out playfully, planting a kiss to your hipbone and hooking a finger in your panties.
“I’m just saying I don’t want you to be humiliated once everyone hears you moaning and groaning for me.” You shrugged casually, smirking down at Harry in a cocky manner. What? You knew you were good in bed, Harry knew you were good in bed - You were telling the truth! (Not to mention, you got a 100% more confident when you had your fair share of tequila shots.)
Harry was doing Carpool Karaoke with James and since they were really close, James had brought up you and your daughter in a conversation.
“So, the other day, we were talking about your daughter and how she’s learned something new,” James laughed.
“Oh, God, yes,” Harry said shaking his head. “She just turned four, right, and she’s turned into a bit of a dramatic.”
“Really? What does she do?” James laughed.
“Well, you know how most kids when they don’t get their way, they’ll just stomp their foot or give a pout face?” Harry asked.
“Oh, yeah, my kids do it all the time,” James nodded.
“Well, Y/D/N takes it to do a different level,” he laughed. “Like, she does the pouting thing and stomps her foot, but she’ll like splash water on her face and then turn to face me or her Mum and just scream, ‘I’m really upset,’ at the top of her lungs.”
“She doesn’t?” James laughed.
“Oh, but she does,” he laughed. “It’s honestly one of the cutest things ever and it’s so funny, so the entire time that Y/N and I are trying to get on to her, we’re holding back from laughing.”
“If she’s like that at four, you’re in for a wild ride buddy,” James laughed.
“C’mon, one step at a time.” Your grip on Harry was tight as you led him towards the car, cursing to yourself when you stumbled over a small crack in the concrete. The stilettos you were wearing weren’t helping with walking a drunk Harry to the car.
“I don’ wanna go home,” Harry hiccuped, leaning against you and putting all his weight on you while pressing his face into your hair. “Wan’ another drink.” Harry had gone a little crazy on the Shirley Temples. You let him do whatever he wanted because he was a grown man and because Shirley Temples were basically just a mixture of grenadine and soda, but what you didn’t know was that they were serving alcoholic Shirley Temples. Which was why Harry was drunk off his ass.
“I’ll make another drink for you when we get home.” You paused to reach down and adjust the strap of your heel before getting back up. “A nice glass of water.” You muttered under your breath, slipping your hand into Harry’s back pocket for the car keys.
“At least buy me dinner first, woman.” Harry snorted, grabbing your wrist and twirling you around in a circle before pressing you up against the car door. A drunk Harry was definitely a more affectionate (frisky) Harry as well.“A glass of water does sound nice… yeh know why?”
“Tell me why.”
“Cos you’re a tall glass of water and I’m thirsty.” He purred, ducking down into the crook of your neck while his hands began to slip down the curve of your back.
“Cut it out!” You laughed, grabbing his hands before they got any closer to your bum before opening the car door and pushing him inside.
“Oh, we’re playing rough, are we?” Harry giggled, humming to himself as you sat him up straight in his seat. “Ooh, yeah… Lock me up, Y/L/N.” You buckled him in with a click before rolling your eyes. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, you know you love it.”
“Crazy in love with you!” Definitely crazy.
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There really wasn’t a reason as to why you weren’t the type of person who showed affection that often. Your parents were probably the most affectionate people out there, and it was pretty obvious that that gene wasn’t passed down to you. It wasn’t like you were incapable of hugging and giving cheek kisses… It was just that you preferred not to! It was as simple as that.
Harry, on the other hand, was definitely an affectionate person. Hugs? Yes! Kisses? Yes, please! He had no issues with affection and people were always confused as to why you two seemed to be compatible.
You and Harry had been dating for a while now, and you knew you loved him. He knew you loved him as well. The only problem was that you had never actually said ‘Hey, I love you!’ to him and it was genuinely bugging him. Harry had been trying his best to get you to utter those three words, but each time he’d try he’d end up with nothing. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t stop trying, though.
“Where’re you goin’?” Harry furrowed his brows after turning around to face you, eyes flickering down to the car keys in your hand. “I thought you were goin’ to spend the afternoon with me?”
“I know, I know. I just have to pick up a couple things from the supermarket, and then I promise you can have me for the rest of the day.” You smiled, walking over quickly to plant a kiss to Harry’s cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it!”
“Can’t you jus’ pick stuff up tomorrow? I’ll have meetings all day tomorrow… Not to mention, you know I’ll be on tour soon so you should be taking advantage of the free time that I have now!” Harry pouted, wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from walking away.
“Harry, I’ll only be an hour.” You sighed, wiggling yourself out of his death grip before pressing another kiss to his forehead. “How about I bring you back one of those green smoothies from that overpriced vegan place?” You teased, a grin growing on Harry’s face before he nodded excitedly. He did love a good green smoothie.
“A’right, fine. You drive a hard bargain but I’ll allow it. I’ll see you in an hour, then.”
“Mm… An hour and a half?” You smiled sheepishly, grabbing your purse off the kitchen countertop. Harry was silent for a moment before pursing his lips in thought.
“An hour and a half tops.” He scowled playfully, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours in a pinky promise.
“Fine. I’ll see you in a bit.” You hummed, already walking towards the front door. “Love you.”
“Yeah, love you t-” Harry froze upon realizing what you had just said. He immediately went into freak out/panic mode, his jaw dropping and his eyes popping wide open before he was sandwiching his head in between his hands and dragging them down his face. “Oh my god, holy fuck.” He breathed out, his heart pounding against his chest before what felt like a trillion butterflies exploded in his stomach.
“What was that?” You popped your head back in, raising a brow in curiosity. “I didn’t hear you, did you say something?”
“I love you!” Harry breathed out, his eyes practically twinkling with joy.
“But yeah, just give that a little read through…” You hummed, rummaging through your purse as you tried to find your phone. It was ironic that you were a personal assistant (someone who was supposed to be organized and on top of things) when you were consistently losing things! “Your schedule is pretty mellow right now, but things will definitely pick up after you release the album.
“We’re going shopping next week?” Harry beamed, flipping through the pages of your journal. You had intended to print his schedule out for him but that wasn’t ready yet, so the next best thing was your journal.
“Mhm. You’ve got a couple outfits waiting from YSL and a pair of boots from Gucci, I think. Or maybe it’s a pair of boots from YSL and a couple outfits from Gucci.” You paused, blinking owlishly before shaking your head. You wrote it down in your journal, so you’d figure the Gucci/YSL dilemma in a second.
“Uh-huh…” Harry flipped to the next page, suddenly stopping and squinting his eyes. He brought the book a little closer to him and tilted his head to see if he could decipher the message that was scrawled on the side of the page.
“By the way, for the Late-Late show… James asked me about what you wanted in your dressing room. Are you sure you only want two vanilla soy candles? I suggest asking for things like, y’know, water and snacks. You never know when you’ll get peckish. If you’re worried about coming off as greedy, I can just swing by Target before we get there and pick up some granola bars for you.”
“A’right, Mrs. Styles. Sounds good.”
“I-” It was that moment that your heart immediately dropped to your stomach, and you could feel the blood draining from your face. You turned to face Harry with wide eyes, your lips parting in shock. “Pardon me?” Harry’s lips tugged up in a lazy smirk as he flipped your journal around, his finger pointing to the letters that were scrawled in the corner of the page.
Y/N Styles. Y/N Styles? Does that sound good? It could work. Has a nice ring to it.
Oh, god. You totally forgot about that. You had written it down because you were just curious, (and maybe you had been fantasizing about walking down the aisle with Harry waiting on the other end) and it looked like you had forgotten to cross it out. Almost instantly, you sprung up from the couch, snatching the journal from Harry and hugging it to your chest.
“I swear I didn’t write that.” This moment was definitely the highest on the ‘Y/N’s most mortifying moments’ list right now. “It was Y/F/N, and she was just teasing me because I have a crus-” You stopped yourself, letting out a breath. Your cheeks were hotter than hell and your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for a black hole to appear and swallow you up.
“Because you what? Didn’t catch tha’, love.”
“It’s a long story. Say, how about we go get some lunch? I’m starving.” You cleared your throat, your voice wavering slightly. Harry nodded before pushing himself off the couch, swiping his phone off the coffee table.
“You’ve got the entirety of lunch to tell me this long story.” He grinned, giggling as the mortified expression returned to your face. “I do have to agree with you though - Y/N Styles does have a nice ring to it.”