styles and tomlinson


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.”


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anonymous asked:

Tfln, they're at a dinner w H family and he's feeling a little turned on by what the missus is wearing.. xxxx

Harry. Missus.

I can see down your dress when you sit like that.

Don’t look down there, you pervert.

You’re my girlfriend, therefore, your boobs are mine.

I am not a possession. And neither are my boobs.

You didn’t say that the other day when I spunked on them.

You’re disgusting.

You weren’t saying that either.

I hate you.

You definitely were NOT saying that either.

You suck.

No, you do. Sucked my cock reeeeaal nice before we left tonight.

Shut up!

Think I’m getting a little turned on again.

We’re not sneaking away, if that’s what you’re suggesting.

Me and your mum are going to discuss baby you when she comes back.


Meet me in the bathroom in 5, please?


Be patient and wait till we get home.

Seeing down your dress and remembering that I spunked on those pretty tits a few days ago is making a hard-on appear in my pants. Please.


If you be a good boy, I’ll do more than a blowie when we get home.

Like what?

That’s for me to know. And for you to find out. 

You suck.

I may just do a bit of sucking. ;))

I’m going to cum in my pants. Stop.



You look so hot, by the way.

Hotter than that fire in the back room.

Shut up and drink your drink. I can see you playing with the straw.

Why are you sat all the way down that end anyway? I miss you. Can’t play footsie with you all he way over there.

I wanted to sit with the ladies tonight. Amy wanted me to sit with her. You can do without me for a few hours. Talk to Mike.

I really can’t.

There’s only so much footie talk I can use before conversation dies. 

Just try, Peaches. They asked us to come to this dinner.

I know. I’m trying.

You’ll find something to click over, yeah? Talk about your Another Man shoot or your solo stuff coming up. They’ll like hearing about that, yeah?

I suppose.

I do love hearing about Archie. 

Uncle Harry… You cutie.

Not cute when you remember I cock-slapped you earlier tonight.

And that’s ruined.


Bathroom in 5?

How are you going to get there without showing your hard-on?

I’ll spill beer on my crotch “accidentally” and then you come with me to the car because I’ll “have a spare in my car from a meeting the other day” and we can have a quickie in the car.


Not the bathroom?

The car seems better.


I’ll go first then a 5 minutes later, you come out to see where I am.

Thought this through, huh?

I have, yeah. 

Always wanted to have a quickie during dinner. xx

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:

I don't know if you're still taking requests or not but I have an idea for a tfln. Gemma or a mutual friend is out with a 6-7month pregnant missus while harry and the boys are in an interview with nick or sm and H gets a texts saying they took the missus to the hospital halfway through shopping cause she fell unconscious, she's alright but they wanna keep her in for a day or two bc of dehydration, but he's still on his way to her xx

Harry. Adie.

I know you have an interview with Grimmy right now and I’m not saying anything is really bad that you need to leave mid-interview.

And I know you have interviews all day today with the radios.

But, (YN) collapsed during our ladies breakfast this morning. Gemma’s taken her to A and E to get looked over by a medic and we’re following behind Gemma in the car.

We gave her lots of water. Informed them that she was just freshly turning 6 months pregnant and we were allowed to nip back to the kitchen where we kept her cool. But, she fell against Gemma when we went to leave and we packed up and left. I’m with Eleanor at the moment.

I promise to keep you updated though.



Why didn’t you call me?

Adie, this is something you call me over!


She said she wasn’t feeling well today.

She woke up feeling rough and I insisted she stayed home but she wanted to go out with everyone and have a girly day. 

Harry, she’s fine. I promise.

You still call me!


Are they both okay? The baby?

They’re both perfectly fine. Heartbeat on the little is as strong as ever. She was a little too dehydrated and she hasn’t been eating much. They just want to keep her in for a few more days to make sure she gets back to her health.

Especially since she’s pregnant.

Let her know I’m on my way to her?

I had my manager call up the radios and reschedule some interviews for after (YN) has come home from the hospital. I’d be the shittest husband if I wasn’t there with her.

She’s been asking for you.

They want to do an ultrasound to see how the baby is settled in her but she won’t go head with it until you’re here. She said “it doesn’t feel right without Harry. He needs to be here to see this” so, they’re waiting for you.

She knew I’d come.

You’re the sweetest guy she’s had, H. I’m glad she married you, you know? I’d come and kick your balls up your throat if you didn’t come and see her right now.

Give me 10 minutes. 

I’ll be there a soon as possible.

Just, sit with her and make sure she’s okay and reassure her that I’ll be right there with her.

I will.

Hurry up though. Because the doctors are getting stressed that she won’t have the ultrasound.

Tell her to have it. Please. Beg her to have it. I don’t mind missing this one. She needs it so they can see the baby.


I’ll get her to have it. 

Just get here soon. She wants you here. Said “the closest thing to Harry she has is Gemma”. x

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anonymous asked:

Tfln; H away for work and he's seen pictures of the missus out w Gemma, Anne and others of his friends or family and she isn't making him feel better bout missing out. Maybe even making him jealous?

Harry. Missus.

You know, it’s not fair that you’re back home in Chapel without me. With Gem, too. You’re really not helping me.

Helping you? What are you wittering on about?

I’m trying not to miss you as much during this promo season but you’re out walking with mum and Gem and Robin and my grandad and I miss you.

If it helps, I miss you, too.

Seeing how very handsome you look on the carpets of award shows and during interviews, it’s hard not too scream.

You scream?

Or cream? ;))

I hate you.

Can you not make me blush? Your grandad is sat opposite me in this café.

I’m sorry, love.

But, yes. Sometimes, I do.

You sometimes cream?


I scream.

Only cream when you’re here.


You’re making me miss you more.

Missing ME or missing me CREAM?

You. Always you.

Love youuuu. xxx

Although, I do love it when you cream. Especially down my cock. Damn. That feels so damn good. Looks hot as fuck, too.

God. I take my love back. I hate you. :)))

Love you, too, Gorgeous. x

What are you up to today then?

I have an interview this afternoon with Cillian; for some Italian magazine outlet or something. And then a photoshoot for the magazine with him and Fionn. And then, Nolan’s taking us all out for dinner. Might go out for a few beers with the guys, and then, I’m going to come home and skype you. Tell you all about what I’ve been up too.

I look forward to it.

I may have your mum and Gem there with me. I’m staying in Chapel for a few days.

Mum mentioned something about having you round.

No funny business. You here me?

No sitting there with your cock out like you did last time. 

I promise.

That was funny last time though… Your face was a true picture. 

:O :P 

Is that meant to be me?

Nope. :))))

Maybe we can have another Skype session later tonight, too? Before you go to bed?

Maybe, Peaches.

Maybe you can cum on the same bed that I used to cum in…

What has gotten into you today?

I’m horny. Sue me.

You’re a typical teenager but in a man’s body. 

I know… I’m so bad… I deserve a spank… Right on the arse… You love my arse. 

For God sake!




What have you got planned for today?

Gemma and myself are going shopping for dinner ingredients and then I’m going to take the kitchen from your mum and make some cakes and the dinner for tonight.

Oooooh. What are you making?

Please not your garlic chicken…

My garlic chicken, yes.

Daaaaamn. I miss you so much more now.

It can be your first home cooked meal. I promise.

I look forward to that, love.

Only 3 more weeks. x

3 more weeks. We can do this. xx