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We're all sinners - Spencer Reid (PT.1)

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  • Going after the Unsub, Spencer and Y/n find themselves in trouble after getting kidnapped by the religious fanatic Tobias Hankel. It becomes a battle of time and protection, and the first to confess will be damned. Or, should I say, saved?

Warnings: usual Criminal Minds violence, kidnapping, blood, religious themes, mentions of death, based of episode 15 season 2 of the series, bad english

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 Spencer Reid was one of a kind. Besides his obvious expanded knowledge, the way he expresses himself and his view of the world it’s outstanding. At least that is what Y/n thinks.

After working with him in the BAU for years, she believed Reid was probably the most interesting person she had ever had the privilege to speak to. Every random fact he rambles about during cases just makes her more intrigued, it was as if she was hypnotized by him: the way he moves, how he speaks, his eyes. Oh, his eyes. Y/n could get lost in them forever if she could. The way they shined whenever he had a new fact to share, how, no matter how hard he tries to conceal his true emotions, she could read him like an open book just by looking at his eyes. These expressive, beautiful eyes. Y/n L/n was convinced that she loved absolutely everything about Dr. Spencer Reid, and would do everything in her power to make sure he would be safe.

And that’s why she just couldn’t just let him run off on his own.

  After discovering that Tobias Hankel was the unsub, Reid decided to split so that they could find wherever he was hiding. Y/n thought it was a horrible idea, and even though she despised the thought of leaving JJ on her own, she hated even more the fact that Spencer would be by himself around a dangerous murderer. So she decided to follow him. 

 They walked with their guns raised around the field. It was risky, they were vulnerable, Hankel could show up out of nowhere, he could blend himself easily with the tall vegetation. 

 “Reid, come on, let’s go back. It's not safe” she whispered, walking behind the tall men, who kept looking around in search of the unsub.

 “You were supposed to stay with JJ”. Y/n scoffed, shaking her head. “I’m not going to leave you” 

 It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him on his own, she knew he could handle himself. She was the one who wouldn’t live with herself if something happened to him while she wasn’t there.  

 They continued walking ahead, until a scream rang out. Y/n felt as if someone splashed cold water on her. Reid looked straight into her eyes, both of them thinking the same thing: JJ. 

 It was automatic, both of their bodies turning around and sprinting towards the sound, Y/n now leading the path. She was consumed in guilt: she shouldn’t have left the blonde by herself. She let her feelings get in the way. 

 Her heart was beating out of her chest. It felt as if she was running for centuries, no sight of her destination. 

 As the view of the barn finally came through, she felt the air come back in her lungs, breathing out in relief. That relief, however, was short lived as someone knocked her out of her feet by smacking a piece of wood in her face. She fell onto the ground with a huff, feeling disorientated.Her vision was blurry, and her left ear was ringing. She could vaguely hear Spencer screaming for her, before watching him have the same fate as her by falling to the ground.Her vision turned black. Tobias Hankel had them both. 

 Y/n slowly came back to consciousness, feeling her head throbbing. She groaned, tilting her head upwards.

 “Oh thank God!”

 She turned her head abruptly, cursing herself for the action afterwards. Reid was looking straight back at her, his eyes wide and with an expression of horror. It was after looking into his eyes that she realized what was happening: they were both kidnapped by the unsub.

 Dread started to fill her body. She tried looking around, trying to find a way out of something to help them get free, but every movement she did with it caused a rush of nausea and pain, so she decided to simply keep staring at Spencer. 

She gave him a soft smile, trying to ease his nerves, although it turned out looking more like a grimace.

 Spencer looked around as well, probably searching for Hankel. “He was here a couple of moments ago, but he left without saying anything.” 

She knew he was nervous. Hell, they could both die. But something in her despised this look on his face, and she wanted nothing more than to pull him into her arms and soothe him, and since she couldn’t do that, her words would suffice. 

 “Look at me. Spence, look at me!” Reid looked back at her, frighted. She gave him another small smile. “We’re gonna be alright, ok? JJ was there as well, she will let the team know that something is wrong. They will find us. I’m sure of this, they will find us.”

 Y/n saw his eyes soften, but before he could say anything, she saw movement in the corner of her eyes. Tobias Hankel was back. 

 She immediately became rigid. He was looking right at her. He leaned down, staring straight into her eyes. “They're gone.” 

She clenched her jaw, trying not to show too much fear.  “Who are they?” 

 “It’s just me now.” 

Spencer, not liking the attention Y/n was receiving from the unsub, spoke up. “Who.. who are you?’ 

Tobias turned to the male, causing panic to fill her veins. “I’m Raphael.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Raphael? Does Tobias have a split personality or something?

Reid closed his eyes, trying to keep his composer. “What’s that smell?” 

“They’re burning fish hearts and livers. Keeps away the devil. They believe you can see inside men’s minds.”

 Spencer glaces briefly at Y/n seeing her hardened gaze towards the interaction. 

“It 's not true. We study human behavior-”

The unsub sushes him, and at that moment Y/n realized he had a gun in his hand. Her blood ran cold. “I’m not interested in the arguments of men.”

 Y/n needed to take the attention away from Spencer. It was like a tug of war between the two agents, both of them trying to protect each other.

 She cleared her throat, making both men look at her. “You.. you know you don’t have to do this, right? We didn’t do anything wrong.” 

 Hankel looked straight into her eyes, void of emotion. “I’m just an instrument of God.”

 She and Reid looked at each other, their eyes telling the same thing:

 They weren’t going to leave unharmed. 

Tobias left shortly after, leaving both agents by themselves. Y/n tried to set herself free from the ropes, the movements causing a burning sensation on her wrists. Spencer looked at her nervously, alternating between keeping an eye for Hankel and observing the woman. 

 “It’s not going to work. He tied it too tightly, you're only going to hurt yourself.”

 She huffed, looking back at him. “I have to at least try.”

 He looked down for a few seconds before looking back at her. “He is a religious fanatic. We have to play his game if we want to leave alive.”

 “If we leave, Spencer. This unsub has some sort of double personality. Raphael it’s the dominant one, who punishes the so-called sinners, and Tobias is the submissive personality. Either way the dominant one will punish us, he will keep pushing until he finds a confession. We won’t get out of here unless we convince Tobias to let us go.”

 Spencer exhaled shakily. “And how do we do that?” 

  “Just like you said. We play into his game.”

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And that is part 1! It's my first time writing on Tumblr, so this might turn out really shitty lol

English is not my first language either, so please be kind :))

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Nadine- Diary Part 2

Sorry for the wait and sorry for the crappy part 2 imagine. I am not feeling well so i am going to blame this crappy one on my sickness. 

I didn’t like this one.

But, if you guys did like it, let know, please.

When Harry said he needed a break, you didn’t think he meant a three month break. You just thought he meant like two weeks, maybe a couple of days even.

Three months without seeing him. Three months without kissing him. Three months without holding his hands. Three months without talking to him. Three months with him.

You were sad.

Right now, you’re at the airport, ready to go back home. You told the boys and they decided to take you to the airport. You told them that they didn’t have to, but they insisted.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Louis asked you. You were really close with Louis. Harry may have been your friend before you met the boys, before he went on the X-factor, but Louis was like a brother to you. All of the boys were like a brother to you, but Louis has been there for you since Harry introduced you to him.

You nodded. “I think I need to get away from here, ya know?” You said, shrugging.

He nodded. “I understand, I guess. ” he said. You smiled and leaned your head on your shoulder.

“Does Anyone else know you’re leaving?” Liam asked, leaning against the wall in the small room you guys were in.

You shook your head. “No. ” you sighed. “He won’t answer any of my calls. ” you mumbled. “Do you guys..” You started, but stopped yourself. You shook your head and sighed. 

“What is it?” Niall asked.

You looked up and looked at all the boys. “Has he, you know..” You trailed off, hoping that they’d catch up.

“Moved on?” Niall finished. You nodded.

Louis chuckled. “Please, that boy hasn’t stopped crying. ”

“Louis.” Liam scoffed.

Louis shrugged. “What? It’s true,” he mumbled.

“But, it’s been three months, guys. I just feel like he’s moved on. Like he forgot about me, about us. ”

Niall opened his mouth to talk but the lady in the intercom called for your flight. You stood up and sighed. “Well, this is it, boys. ”

They stood up and wrapped their arms around you, making it a group hug.

“Don’t go,” Niall mumbled, the two other boys nodding their heads.

“I have to.”

“You don’t have to,” Liam said once you guys separated. “You want to. ”

You pushed his shoulder light and smiled. “Shut up, Li.”

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll call you guys when I land. ”

They all nodded and hugged you one last time before you turned around and walked in the gates.

You’re actually doing it. You’re leaving your life behind. You’re leaving the boys. You’re leaving uni. You’re leaving minx. You’re leaving your heart here in London where it belongs. You’re leaving Harry, the man who has your heart in his hands. You’re leaving everything.

•••••

He missed you. He missed you so much, that it kills him. He didn’t want to take a break. He just thought it was the right thing to do, though. He needed time to think. But, he didn’t think it’d take him three months to think. He doesn’t know why it’s been three months. He just can’t forgive you yet and he doesn’t know why.

He wanted to go back to your guys’ flat. Wanted to see you, but he knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. So, he just sat in his moms living room couch, watching re-runs of your favorite show; full house.

“Harry, baby, why don’t you go on a walk? Maybe pick minx up and take her on a walk. ” Anne suggested. She hated seeing her son so sad. She finally had the courage to ask her son what happened. And when he told her, she wasn’t happy with you. But that was after your visit.

Harry shook his head and sighed. “She might be home right now. I don’t want to have an awkward moment with her. I don’t want to go back to her yet. ”

Anne nodded. “Okay. ” was all she said before she went back to the kitchen. “Oh, the boys called. They’re coming over later.” Anne said, poking her head from behind the wall. Harry just nodded.

He didn’t want visitors. He hasn’t left his moms house that much. He only went when they had to go to the studio or talk to management. Sometimes to buy groceries for his mom. But, other than that, he would just sit on the couch or sleep.

A knock from the door is what brought Harry out of his thoughts. “I’ll get it,” he mumbled. He stood up and slowly walked up to the door. You opened the door to see the boys with sad smiles on their faces.

“Come in. ” he said. He closed the door and walked to living room and sat next to Louis.

“How are you, mate?” Liam asked, leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the couch.

Harry shrugged. “I’m okay. ” was all he said. “Is she okay? Have you guys talked to her? Have you seen her?” He asked, genuinely concerned. “Do you think I should go see her?” He asked.

Louis’ heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he realized he had to tell Harry. Louis promised you that he wouldn’t tell Harry that you left, but, he can’t keep it in much longer.

“Harry,” Louis sighed. “She left. ” Louis said.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Left? What do you mean she left?” He asked, looking around the room to see all the boys looking at him with sympathetic looks.

“She went home, Harry.” Liam said softly.

Harry’s heart dropped. “Oh. ” was all he said. He started questioning why you left without saying goodbye. Why you left without telling him. Or without seeing him. He was mad at you, but mostly at himself. He blames himself for your departure.

“It’s all my fault isn’t?” He whispered, looking down. “If I talked to her sooner, she would still be here. ”

Louis shook his head. “Don’t blame yourself Harry. She decided to leave. Said it was hard for her.” He said with a sigh afterwards.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Should he go fly out and see you? Would it be too soon to see you? He doesn’t know how to answer his own questions.

Anne heard everything and she wants to help her son. Wants to help get his girl back, but she doesn’t know what to do. All she wants is for Harry to be happy and that can’t happen without you in his life.

••••

It’s been two weeks since you came home. Your parents were surprised to see you on their front porch, but happy to see their baby girl.

“Sweetie, you have to eat. You look like a stick. ” your mom said. She sighed when she saw you shake your head.

You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to do anything. All you wanted was Harry back in your life.

You told your mom what had happened and she wasn’t happy with what you said, which made you hate yourself more. She told you that you guys would fix this and get through it, but you didn’t think so. Three months, almost four. He would have called you if he wanted you back.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. Your mom kissed your forehead and stood up to open the door.

Some part of you thought it was Harry and tell you that he misses you and wants you to go back home with him, but the other half of you knew it wasn’t him.

You were disappointed when you saw it was only Anne. She frowned when she took a look at you. You’ve gotten skinnier, paler, weaker.

“Hi honey.” She said softly, kissing you on top of your head. You sent her a small smile and nodded once.

She took a seat across from you on the kitchen table you were sat at. “I came to see how you were. ” she said, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

You shrugged. “I’m okay, I guess. ” you said.

“You can tell me the truth, you know?” Anne said, squeezing your hand once. 

“You and Harry should know by now that I know when you guys lie. ” she smiled.

Your heart clenched when you heard his name. You haven’t heard that name in five days. Hearing it, made you want to cry all over again. That’s all you’ve been doing since you got home.

You just nodded and stood up. You moved to the living room and turned the tv on.

“I know you miss Harry,” Anne said, appearing from the kitchen. She walked around the coffee table and sat next to you. “He misses you too, ya know?” She said.

You opened your mouth to answer her, but shut it afterwards when you saw something you didn’t want to see. You turned the tv off before they had a chance to continue talking.

‘Harry Styles seen with model Nadine Leopold’

“He sure has. ”

You guys can still request.

-M

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Nadine- Diary Part 2

Sorry for the wait and sorry for the crappy part 2 imagine. I am not feeling well so i am going to blame this crappy one on my sickness. 

I didn’t like this one.

But, if you guys did like it, let know, please.

When Harry said he needed a break, you didn’t think he meant a three month break. You just thought he meant like two weeks, maybe a couple of days even.

Three months without seeing him. Three months without kissing him. Three months without holding his hands. Three months without talking to him. Three months with him.

You were sad.

Right now, you’re at the airport, ready to go back home. You told the boys and they decided to take you to the airport. You told them that they didn’t have to, but they insisted.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” Louis asked you. You were really close with Louis. Harry may have been your friend before you met the boys, before he went on the X-factor, but Louis was like a brother to you. All of the boys were like a brother to you, but Louis has been there for you since Harry introduced you to him.

You nodded. “I think I need to get away from here, ya know?” You said, shrugging.

He nodded. “I understand, I guess. ” he said. You smiled and leaned your head on your shoulder.

“Does Anyone else know you’re leaving?” Liam asked, leaning against the wall in the small room you guys were in.

You shook your head. “No. ” you sighed. “He won’t answer any of my calls. ” you mumbled. “Do you guys..” You started, but stopped yourself. You shook your head and sighed. 

“What is it?” Niall asked.

You looked up and looked at all the boys. “Has he, you know..” You trailed off, hoping that they’d catch up.

“Moved on?” Niall finished. You nodded.

Louis chuckled. “Please, that boy hasn’t stopped crying. ”

“Louis.” Liam scoffed.

Louis shrugged. “What? It’s true,” he mumbled.

“But, it’s been three months, guys. I just feel like he’s moved on. Like he forgot about me, about us. ”

Niall opened his mouth to talk but the lady in the intercom called for your flight. You stood up and sighed. “Well, this is it, boys. ”

They stood up and wrapped their arms around you, making it a group hug.

“Don’t go,” Niall mumbled, the two other boys nodding their heads.

“I have to.”

“You don’t have to,” Liam said once you guys separated. “You want to. ”

You pushed his shoulder light and smiled. “Shut up, Li.”

You took in a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll call you guys when I land. ”

They all nodded and hugged you one last time before you turned around and walked in the gates.

You’re actually doing it. You’re leaving your life behind. You’re leaving the boys. You’re leaving uni. You’re leaving minx. You’re leaving your heart here in London where it belongs. You’re leaving Harry, the man who has your heart in his hands. You’re leaving everything.

•••••

He missed you. He missed you so much, that it kills him. He didn’t want to take a break. He just thought it was the right thing to do, though. He needed time to think. But, he didn’t think it’d take him three months to think. He doesn’t know why it’s been three months. He just can’t forgive you yet and he doesn’t know why.

He wanted to go back to your guys’ flat. Wanted to see you, but he knew that wouldn’t be a good idea. So, he just sat in his moms living room couch, watching re-runs of your favorite show; full house.

“Harry, baby, why don’t you go on a walk? Maybe pick minx up and take her on a walk. ” Anne suggested. She hated seeing her son so sad. She finally had the courage to ask her son what happened. And when he told her, she wasn’t happy with you. But that was after your visit.

Harry shook his head and sighed. “She might be home right now. I don’t want to have an awkward moment with her. I don’t want to go back to her yet. ”

Anne nodded. “Okay. ” was all she said before she went back to the kitchen. “Oh, the boys called. They’re coming over later.” Anne said, poking her head from behind the wall. Harry just nodded.

He didn’t want visitors. He hasn’t left his moms house that much. He only went when they had to go to the studio or talk to management. Sometimes to buy groceries for his mom. But, other than that, he would just sit on the couch or sleep.

A knock from the door is what brought Harry out of his thoughts. “I’ll get it,” he mumbled. He stood up and slowly walked up to the door. You opened the door to see the boys with sad smiles on their faces.

“Come in. ” he said. He closed the door and walked to living room and sat next to Louis.

“How are you, mate?” Liam asked, leaning back and resting his arm on the back of the couch.

Harry shrugged. “I’m okay. ” was all he said. “Is she okay? Have you guys talked to her? Have you seen her?” He asked, genuinely concerned. “Do you think I should go see her?” He asked.

Louis’ heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he realized he had to tell Harry. Louis promised you that he wouldn’t tell Harry that you left, but, he can’t keep it in much longer.

“Harry,” Louis sighed. “She left. ” Louis said.

Harry’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Left? What do you mean she left?” He asked, looking around the room to see all the boys looking at him with sympathetic looks.

“She went home, Harry.” Liam said softly.

Harry’s heart dropped. “Oh. ” was all he said. He started questioning why you left without saying goodbye. Why you left without telling him. Or without seeing him. He was mad at you, but mostly at himself. He blames himself for your departure.

“It’s all my fault isn’t?” He whispered, looking down. “If I talked to her sooner, she would still be here. ”

Louis shook his head. “Don’t blame yourself Harry. She decided to leave. Said it was hard for her.” He said with a sigh afterwards.

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say. Should he go fly out and see you? Would it be too soon to see you? He doesn’t know how to answer his own questions.

Anne heard everything and she wants to help her son. Wants to help get his girl back, but she doesn’t know what to do. All she wants is for Harry to be happy and that can’t happen without you in his life.

••••

It’s been two weeks since you came home. Your parents were surprised to see you on their front porch, but happy to see their baby girl.

“Sweetie, you have to eat. You look like a stick. ” your mom said. She sighed when she saw you shake your head.

You didn’t want to eat. You didn’t want to move. You didn’t want to do anything. All you wanted was Harry back in your life.

You told your mom what had happened and she wasn’t happy with what you said, which made you hate yourself more. She told you that you guys would fix this and get through it, but you didn’t think so. Three months, almost four. He would have called you if he wanted you back.

A knock interrupted your thoughts. Your mom kissed your forehead and stood up to open the door.

Some part of you thought it was Harry and tell you that he misses you and wants you to go back home with him, but the other half of you knew it wasn’t him.

You were disappointed when you saw it was only Anne. She frowned when she took a look at you. You’ve gotten skinnier, paler, weaker.

“Hi honey.” She said softly, kissing you on top of your head. You sent her a small smile and nodded once.

She took a seat across from you on the kitchen table you were sat at. “I came to see how you were. ” she said, reaching across the table to grab your hand.

You shrugged. “I’m okay, I guess. ” you said.

“You can tell me the truth, you know?” Anne said, squeezing your hand once. 

“You and Harry should know by now that I know when you guys lie. ” she smiled.

Your heart clenched when you heard his name. You haven’t heard that name in five days. Hearing it, made you want to cry all over again. That’s all you’ve been doing since you got home.

You just nodded and stood up. You moved to the living room and turned the tv on.

“I know you miss Harry,” Anne said, appearing from the kitchen. She walked around the coffee table and sat next to you. “He misses you too, ya know?” She said.

You opened your mouth to answer her, but shut it afterwards when you saw something you didn’t want to see. You turned the tv off before they had a chance to continue talking.

‘Harry Styles seen with model Nadine Leopold’

“He sure has. ”

You guys can still request.

-M

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Diary- Harry Styles Imagine

You were tired. You were tired of him ignoring you. You were tired of him not talking to you. You were tired of not being able to sleep. You just wanted everything to go back to the way it was before the fight even started. 

You sighed and rubbed your eyes before walking up the steps to your guys’ shared bedroom. You pouted when you saw the spot next to yours on the bed was empty. Well, not empty since your guys’ dog, minx, was there. But, to you, it was still empty.

After every fight, you knew Harry would go to his moms. He wouldn’t go to a bar. He wouldn’t go to Louis’ flat. Or any of the boys’ flat. His mom would always come over to talk to you after the fights, but today was different. She didn’t come at all. You were confused, but glad that you got time to yourself.

You stripped out of your clothes and threw on Harry’s Forrest green obsession sweater, leaving you with your underwear under it, stopping mid-thigh.

You turned off the lights and climbed into bed, cuddling with his pillow since he wasn’t here to cuddle with you.

But you couldn’t sleep. You can’t sleep without him by your side and it’s killing you. Little did you know, it was killing him to. He had a permanent frown on his face, snuggling closer to his mom, who was running her fingers through his hair.

Anne’s heart broke when she saw her baby boy sobbing on her couch when she got home from work. She dropped everything that was in her hands and wrapped her arms around Harry, rubbing his back while whispering to him that everything will be alright. Even she didn’t know what happened.

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You can really tell that most of these people that try to deny Louis’ importance in the band are newer fans. There’s no way you can be a fan since XFactor or UAN and deny how important Louis is. Louis’ huge personality was a huge reason that all of those videos they used to make were so entertaining. Can you imagine those Xfactor games, videos on the stairs, or the video diaries without Louis?

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Louis is super important to the band because:

1. He is playful as hell (just imagine all the onstage antics without Louis?!)

2. He is one loyal son of a bitch (he will always defend this fandom and the boys to the death - even though we all know his bark is probably worse than his bite)

3. He is small and cute af

Basically what I’m saying is Louis is a puppy. He is important because he is a puppy.

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All Fun And Games

She’d been upset all day and you noticed it. Your daughter, at the peak of turning five years old in just a week, had hung her head around all day and was unusually quiet. She usually was active, running around and playing with her baby brother Noah, who was at the early stages of his walking.

“Darcy, what’s wrong, sunshine?” You tried to pry it out of her all day, but with Noah on your hip and grumpy, it was hard to have a moment to sit with her.

You watched as she shook her head, climbing on to the couch and grabbing one of her coloring books. “When is daddy coming?”

“He’ll be home soon, pumpkin. Do you want to tell Mama what’s wrong?” A sigh fell from her lips as she shook her head, her little body spreading across the couch. A couple of whines and groans came from Noah, his head lulling to your shoulder.

“Okay, my love. I think it’s time for bed,” you kissed the top of his head. “Darce, do you want to help me put Noah to sleep?”

She was always excited to help you with her brother, whether it was feeding him or putting him to sleep, she obliged to help. But you watched as she shook her head, looking up at you from her spot on the couch.

“No,” she mumbled, her eyes turning to focus on the television. You felt your heart sink and the weary toddler on your hip growing impatient, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Mama,” he mumbled, his eyes tired.

“I know, baby, we’re going to sleep right now.” You pressed your lips to the top of his head, his curls a mess as you made your way up the stairs and to his nursery. When he realized he was close to his crib, his head fell to your chest and he sighed contently.

“You are so tired, aren’t you, my mister?” He mumbled a few inaudible words, his talking now beginning to blossom. No more than a few minutes later, standing the middle of the room and rocking him, he’d fallen asleep against your chest. You shuffled over to his crib, laying him down softly as he slept. Making your way out, you turned off the light and headed downstairs.

“Darcy, do you want a snack, my love?” She was quiet, her response almost a whisper.

“No.”

You were quick to make your way over to her, sitting down next to her and opening your arms. “Come here, baby.”

She accepted, sitting up and crawling into your lap. Her head pressed to your chest, your cheek resting on top of it. It was quiet for a few moments, the only sound coming from her breathing.

“Are you feeling okay?” You looked down at her, her eyes looking up to meet yours. She shook her head, her head tucking back down into her own chest. You raised the back of your hand to feel her forehead, making sure she didn’t have a fever. “What’re you feeling, sunshine?”

Your heart broke when she looked up at you, her eyes brimming with tears and she broke into sobs. “I…I want daddy.” You quickly swiped the tears from her cheeks, your lips turning down and frowning.

“He’ll be home soon. What’s wrong, baby? What’s got you all worked up?” She didn’t answer, her sobs becoming more frequent.

“Okay, okay. Take it easy, breathe, baby. Daddy will be home soon and it’ll be okay,” you pressed your lips to her head, her face burying into your neck.

You’d never been in a situation like this; your daughter, who was usually tough, curious, and outgoing, was now balling her eyes out. You couldn’t think of anything that could’ve been wrong; she didn’t look sick, she wasn’t warm. Maybe something had happened at school yesterday; maybe a child was bullying her. Your heart sank knowing there was a chance.

She wasn’t like the other kids in her class; she was smart, much smarter for a child her age. She was always asking questions, her mind trying to break down the world around her. She was beautiful, a spitting image of her father; dark curly hair that now rested right above her shoulders, bright emerald orbs that were always full of happiness. But right now, they were dull and full of distress and you felt like you couldn’t do anything about it.

She didn’t have a life like the other kids in her class, no. Their dads weren’t well known band members. Was she having a hard time making friends because of it? You looked down at her once more, your eyes closing and your hands rubbing into her back.

“You’re okay, my love.”

**

She’d fallen asleep on the couch before you stuffed a couple of pillows below her head and throwing a fleece blanket on top; her favorite one that Anne had given her. It’d smelled of Harry and home, her two favorite things. It had a couple of holes and stains, but she didn’t seem to mind only because they were from Harry. Your thoughts were broken up when you heard the front door click in place, your husband peaking his head into kitchen.

“Hi, baby.” He grinned, his arms coming to snake around your waist. His head rested over your shoulder, his lips pressing soft kisses to it. “Where are the kids?”

“Noah fell asleep a while ago and Darcy’s asleep on the couch,” you sighed, your hands pressing against the counter. “Something’s wrong, Harry.”

He let go, coming around to lean against the counter next to you, his eyes wide with concern.  

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” His voice was frantic, his eyes searching yours for answers.

“It’s…It’s Darcy.”

In that moment, he felt his world stop. Not his baby girl, no. There couldn’t be something wrong.

“What happened to Darcy?” His voice was a whisper, the words barely making it out. You shook your head, setting the last of the plates out to dry. Rubbing your face, you turned to look at him, your hip pressed against the counter.

“She’s not herself. Something’s bothering her and she won’t tell me what’s happening. She’s been crying for you all day, she cried herself to sleep on the couch.”

He knew something was wrong when he left this morning; her hug a bit longer than usual and her arms wrapped around him tighter than he was used to. He looked at you, his eyes wide in fear.

“What could it be? Is she sick?”  You were quick to shake your head, a sigh escaping your lips.

“No, she’s okay. No fever, no aches or pains. She just won’t open up to me and I feel so…” you let your head drop for a second. “Useless.”

“Oh, baby.” He wrapped his arms around you, his lips pressing to your forehead. “You’re not useless, my love. Please don’t ever say you’re useless. You gave me two of the greatest blessings in my life and I couldn’t be more grateful,” he cupped your cheeks in his palms. “You are an incredible wife and an even more incredible mum and I love you so much.” He leaned to press a kiss to your lips, letting it linger for a few extra seconds.

“You should go talk to her,” you whispered up at him. “She wants her daddy.” He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he walked out of kitchen and through the foyer, stopping behind the couch in the living room. Her body was so small under the blankets she’d been tucked into her, his on top and cuddled into her cheek.

He made his way around, sitting on the end by her feet and gave her a soft squeeze. “Darcy,” he whispered, his voice soft and comforting. “I’m home, my love.”

She groaned, her eyes fluttering open as she turned over, stretching her tiny legs out in the process. He let out a muffled laugh, rubbing her legs over the blanket softly. “Rise and shine.”

He watched as she rubbed at her eyes before she sat up, squinting and focusing in on her curly haired father. “Daddy,” she croaked and quickly climbed into his lap, her arms locking around his neck. “Hi, daddy.”

His arms wrapped around her and he pressed a kiss to her cheek, a smile on his face. “Hi, beautiful girl. I missed you,” he cooed into her ear, her face nuzzling closer into his neck, taking in his comforting scent.

“I missed you too, daddy.” He pulled her back, his hands resting on her bum to support her against his knees. He noticed her eyes were puffy and she was tired, her eyes blinking slowly.

“What’s wrong, my love? Hm? I heard you were upset today and you know how much I don’t like when my Darcy is upset.” She pouted, her face falling to his neck once more.

“I’m scared, daddy.” He pulled her face back to watch her, his eyes inspecting her face. “What’re you scared of, sweetheart?”

“Tomorrow,” she whispered. Then it clicked. Her nerves had overcome her, just like how his did when he was nervous. She was set to play in a miniscule football match, something she’d been looking forward to up until tonight. Niall had taken her out at least twice a week on to the field, giving her a couple of lessons before her game tomorrow.

“Oh, Darce,” he smiled. “There’s nothing to be scared of, baby. Remember how excited you were when you played with Uncle Niall? It’s going to be just like that and we’re going to watch and cheer you on.”

“What if I do bad?” Her eyes were locked on his, her fingers twiddling within one another.

“This isn’t about you doing good or bad, this is about you having fun and having a good time on the field. I don’t want you so upset over this, okay? If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. But if you do, we’ll all be right there to cheer you on, my love.” He watched her smile, her arms quickly wrapping around his neck again.

“I want to do it, daddy.”

“Are you sure?” She quickly nodded, her head rested on his shoulder.

“Yes.”

**

You heard the eager footsteps making their way down the hall and your bedroom door burst open, Darcy quickly making her way to the bed.

“Daddy! Mama! Wake up!” She giggled, her small hands grasping the duvet as she pulled herself up. Harry rubbed his face, a yawn escaping his lips before he reached his arms out for her. She landed on his torso, earning a grunt from him and a giggle from you.

“Good morning, sunshine.” You smiled up at her, your lips puckering up for a kiss. She quickly obliged, her lips pressing against your quickly for a kiss. “Morning, mama!” She leaned down to press her lips against Harry’s, a smile forming on his. “Morning, daddy!”

“Good morning, my love.” His voice was raspy, clearly still tired from his slumber.

“Come on, daddy, we have to go!”

A whine came from down the hall, growing louder and louder before you sat up. “That’s my cue,” you laughed, turning to him. “She’s right, we’ve got to get ready, babe.” You climbed out in nothing but his shirt as you padded out of the room and down the hall. “Mama’s coming, baby!”

You found your son standing in his crib, his hands gripping the bar and a wide smile forming on his lips. “Mama!” He called out, his hands reaching for you.

“Hello, my beautiful boy.” You grinned, lifting him into your arms and peppering his face with kisses. “You had a nice sleep, huh?”

“Babe!” You heard Harry’s voice call from down the hall before Noah’s head shot up, his eyes focused on the door clearly recognizing the familiar voice.

“Is that daddy?” You playfully gasped, making your way out of the room. “Are we going to see daddy?” His hands slapped at your chest softly in excitement, his tiny legs kicking beneath him begging to be let down. You placed him flat on his feet and he wobbled for a moment before you stood behind him, taking his hands in yours above his head. “Come on, go find Daddy!”

He made large unsteady steps, his eyes occasionally looking up at you for reassurance. Once he finally reached the bedroom, he made his way in, his eyes quickly finding his father. A squeal escaped his lips, causing you to laugh as he continued to quickly make his way over.

“Is that my handsome boy?” Harry was quick to make his way over to him with wide arms before he scooped him up. “Good morning,” he peppered his face with kisses, Noah giggling and crashing his head against Harry’s shoulder.

“Darcy getting ready?” You looked up at him, digging through your closet.

“Yeah, she went to go put her uniform on.”

**

“Hello! Are the Styles’ ready to go?” The Irish accent flooded the house before he heard footsteps running down the stairs.

“Uncle Niall!” Darcy shot towards him and he’d opened his arms just in time for her to fall into, quickly lifting her into his arms.

“Well, hello, darling! How’re you doing?” She giggled, her lips pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Good,” she smiled, her arms wrapped around his neck. She had a deep love for the blue-eyed boy and he did for her, a bond everyone admired.

“Are you ready to kick some a-“

Harry was quick to clear his throat, halfway down the stairs and shooting daggers at his band mate.

“Kick some butt?” He quickly corrected himself, an innocent smile playing on his lips. She nodded quickly before he set her down and she was quick to run off.

“Hi, Niall.” You smiled with a beaming Noah on your hip, playing with the necklace that seemed to keep him occupied.

“Good morning, love.” He grinned, taking Noah into his arms. “We better get going.”

**

She was nervous again, he could tell by the look on her face. She was staring out on to the field before she looked up at him. He swiftly leaned down to eye level with her, his fingers pushing back a strand of hair that fell from her braid she insisted on having.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, my love.” She looked up from the ground, her eyes meeting his. “You have nothing to worry about, nothing at all,” he smiled comfortingly. She nodded, her tiny arms latching around his neck.

“I love you, Darcy.”

“Love you, daddy.”

**

It was just the beginning of the second half when she was just beginning to have fun, a smile on her face as she ran; her little legs taking her across the field and much to everyone’s surprise, she’d scored the only goal of the game.

Harry was already out of his seat, but when she had managed to one up the score, he jumped, his hands flying into the air. The cheers erupted from the small crowd, mostly of parents and the rest of the boys and their girlfriends.

“That’s my girl!” He screamed out, his smile beaming as he slipped his arm around your shoulders. You smiled up at him, watching how proud of his little girl he was before he leaned down to press a kiss to your head. Noah watched as the crowd burst into excitement suddenly, his eyes going wide before his lips puckered and he broke into tears. A small laugh escaped your lips before you rubbed his back, planting a kiss to the top of his head.

“Oh, it’s okay, my love. You’re okay,” you smiled. “Do you see Darcy? Isn’t she doing so so good?” You watched as he reached up to rub his eyes and turn back to the field and back up at you.

“Da,” he grinned. You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his nose.

“That’s right.”

“That was awesome, mate! She’s going to be so sick at this in just a few years,” an excited Niall squeezed Harry’s shoulder, causing him to laugh.

“Yeah, if she wants to.” He smiled, his eyes falling back to his little girl. “Remember the charity game?”

Niall laughed along with the rest of the boys, nodding and sticking his hands in his jean pockets. “How could I forget? You were so excited when you made that goal, just as excited as Darcy right now.” You laughed, leaning into Harry as Niall continued.

“Hey, it was pretty wicked!” He laughed, looking back at the Irish boy.

“Yeah, you almost knocked me to the ground with the hug you gave me. ‘That was for you! For you!’” He laughed, mimicking Harry’s accent.

“Oh shut up,” Harry laughed, rolling his eyes and turning his head back to the field. He caught her eye, a wide smile on his face when she waved. He quickly waved back, blowing a kiss in her direction before she took off again.

“That’s my girl,” he said again, the smile not leaving his face.

**

“Daddy! Did you see me out there?! We won!” She beamed, running towards him and jumping into his arms.

“I sure did, my love! You did so great! I’m so so proud of you!” He smiled, peppering her face with kisses.

“You killed it out there, babe!” Niall yelled, leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Great job!”

She grinned, her eyes bright and her smile wide. You watched as Harry admired her, his eyes not leaving her face and his lips pressing kisses to every part of her face. He set her down, his hands pushing the loose strands of hair out of her face.

“Look, daddy!” She lifted her leg, showing him a scrape she’d managed to get from falling on the field. He leaned down and his brows furrowed.

“Oh, baby. Does it hurt?” He looked at her, his lips pouty. She shrugged and took his hand, already making her way to the car with him.

“Yeah, but it’s okay because I had fun!” Your eyes looked around to the group of men and woman surrounding you, smiles breaking into their faces.

“And that’s all that matters, isn’t it, my love?” He grinned, picking her up into his arms and she was quick to wraps her tiny ones around his neck.

“Yes! I had a lot of fun, daddy.” He grinned, opening the car door and setting her down into her car seat, turning back to the rest of the guys, watching as they piled into their own cars. He turned back to his daughter, her smile not fading and she kicked her cleats off.

“I’m glad you did, baby. I love you,” he leaned down to press a kiss to her head as he buckled her in, his eyes meeting yours as you settled Noah into his own seat. Smiling at them both, you felt your heart was going to melt at the scene in front of you; her smiling face looking up at him, his loving eyes looking down at her, and she leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Love you too, daddy.”

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Jealous - Harry Styles One Shot

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“Hey, babe,” Harry came walking into the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel hanging from his hips. “What are you going to be doing today?” He asked you.

You set your laptop aside to let him sit in front of you. “I don’t know, not much,” You stood up, walking to your closet to pick something out to wear. “Niall did ask me if I wanted to hang out with him today.”

“Again?” You heard Harry say with annoyence evident in his voice. “That’s like the fourth time this week? What the hell does he want?”

You turned around to look at him and put you hands on your hips. “Why are you being like this? Niall just wants to hang out with me. As friends,” you especially emphasized the word ‘friends’, because that’s what you were.

But of course Harry had to make a big deal out of it, like he always does, especially when I’m talking about Niall. He basically does that to all men ‘to protect me’ like he always said. But there was something different about Niall that’s been pissing him off so much lately, and I can’t seem to figure out why.

Yes, me and Niall are very close, but that’s what best friends are. We’d been best friends even before I met Harry. Niall was even the person who introduced me to him. Him and Harry also always were best friends, but now by the way Harry talks about him or to him, it’s like that’s changed completely.

“I bet he doesn’t see you that way,” he mumbled quietly, but not quietly enough so I couldn’t hear it. “By the way, we never have a day to ourselves anymore because you’re always with him.”

You felt sorry for him, but you were also angered by the way he was acting. “Yes, maybe we don’t hang out as much as before. And yes, maybe I hang out with Niall a lot instead, but at least he’s not disrespectful to the people I care about.”

You started walking towards the bedroom door, but an arm held me back. “You’re mine, do you understand?” You shrugged his arm off and looked at him once again.

“I’m not an object, so I’m not ‘yours’. I’m your fiancé, that’s all I am and if you keep on acting like this I won’t even be that anymore,” You walked down the stairs, put on your shoes and jacket and walked out, making sure to slam the door shut.

A few hours later, you and Niall stumbled through the front door, laughing our asses off because a story that he told me was apparently so funny. Well basically everything is funny when you’re a little tipsy.

After you told Niall everything that happened between me and Harry today, he offered to take me to a pub to just drink it all away. Maybe we drank a little bit too much, but that’s fine because you had already forgotten about that fight.

Niall plopped down on the couch and turned the tv on. “Hey, do you want something to eat or drink?” You asked him as you undid your jacket and walked into the kitchen, which was attached to the livingroom where he was sitting.

“Uhm, yeah, can I get another beer?” He asked me, well more like demanded me because we all know that if he asks for alcohol you should just give it him or else he’ll just beat you.

“Damn, you’re like an alcoholic,” You chuckled and heard him laugh too. What you didn’t hear was the bedroom door open upstairs and someone walking down the stairs to where we were. “But, honestly, I think you’ve had enough,”

“Yes, I think so too, Niall,” You jumped when you suddenly heard Harry speak up behind me. At that moment, the fight we had earlier came flashing back in your mind and once again you were becoming pissed. “Y/N, can I talk to you for a second in private?” you stared at him in disbelief. How dare he interrupt my time with your best friend?! This conversation better be good then.

We walked into our laundry room and Harry closed the door behind him. “What do you think you’re doing?” You spat at him as soon as it was closed. “From your tone I assume you’re still pissed,” He then said.

“Pissed?” You looked at him and cocked my eyebrow at him. “I’m beyond furious! What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this towards me and Niall? I want some explanations now,” You whisper yelled, because we couldn’t let Niall know we where fighting, although he might know from the look you gave him before we walked in that shit was about to go down.

“So you seriously can’t see it?” His tone now simular to yours. “You can’t see the way he looks at you? How he checks you out like you’re a prey and he’s the predator? He wants you, Y/N. He wants you in ways only I can have you!”

Honestly, you were shocked he was saying this, but you understand now. You didn’t see it because you didn’t realize he was doing all that and you never paid attention to it either because he’s your best friend and best friends aren’t supposed to do such things. But you couldn’t help but believe everything Harry was saying about him.

Suddenly everything he ever said to you made sense. The way he flirted with you, but you always thought he was being playful like all friends are so you just played along, not thinking he would actually mean such things. But turns out he did mean all of it.

“I want to believe you,” you whispered, afraid Niall would hear. “But I have to witness it with my own eyes first,” You walked out and motioned him to come along. You walked back into the livingroom were you sat down on one couch next to Niall and Harry sat down on the other.

“Everything alright between you two?” He asked, mostly directed to you because he was only looking at you, not even knowledging Harry sitting on the other side of the room, staring at the both of us intently.

“Yes, everything is fine now between us,” You smiled at Harry and he smiled back lovingly. The next few seconds were so quick you didn’t know what to do.

Suddenly, you felt his hand on your knee, his thumb gently caressing it. Although he didn’t go any further than that, you felt super uncomfortable with him all of a sudden. You looked at Harry in need for him to stick up for you which he also immediately did.

“Get your bloody hands off my girl, mate,” He growled towards Niall. You heard Niall chuckle and you saw Harry grow angrier every second his hand was still on my knee.

“Are you jealous, Harry?” Niall challenged him. Bad move, my friend. “But I’m not actually doing anything. I mean, we’re all friends here aren’t we?” 

Harry suddenly stood up, stormed towards us and yanked Niall from the couch. “Yes, because you’re touching my fiancé in inappropiate ways,” He threw Niall on the ground. “Get the fuck out of my house and don’t bother coming around either for a long time,”

You stood up and watched Niall stumble towards the front door. Harry pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you,” you mumbled quietly as he held you against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat very clear and you knew it was only beating for you right now. He lifted your head and looked at you with loving eyes. He kissed you passionately and pushed you back on the couch, hovering over you, not even noticing Niall slamming the front door shut.

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Requests are open!

What do you want me to write? Send me your requests! I don’t do personal imagines , so whatever idea i recieve , I will be making a preference out of it. Lots of love.

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GOSSIPFRIDAY magazine and sprints

GOSSIPFRIDAY, number 138, 1st May 2015, page 43, “A lucky girlfriend or is her boyfriend the lucky one?” Written by Jessica Kosovo.

As we all know, Harry Styles is in a relationship with ‘your name and last name’.  

Fangirl squeal, they are OTP!

We have often talked or heard people talking and read in magazines and saw on TV that she is one lucky girl who stole heartthrob One Direction’s band member Harry Styles’ heart.

But she is so gorgeous and lovely, we’ll let her get away with it.

Let’s flashback to early 2014, February to be exact, when their first public appearance was and everyone freaked out over the ‘your hair color’ haired girl who was out in London city holding hands with our favorite pop star.

They were SO cute!

What is even cuter is the picture ‘Your name’ posted on Instagram yesterday of her, Harry and baby Lux, their stylist’s daughter. Awwwww… Makes us wonder if there is any plans of them having a little baby of their own. Wink wink.

Anyway, back to the story: We soon found out who that mystery girl was because of a tweet.

“@Harry_Styles: @yourtwittername has a good timing.”  

And attached to the tweet was a picture of Harry getting splashed by a car, taken just in time before the water hit his face.

There was more pictures of the two of them on the internet the following weeks and two months later their relationship was announced official with a cute picture on Instagram where Harry was wearing a Spiderman costume and ‘your name’ was giving him a mock-annoyed look, posted by ‘your name’ with the caption : I am dating this dork. Too adorable. Sighs.

Not only is she cute and talented (yes, she’s an amazing painter and posts lots of her work on Facebook and Instagram) but she is one amazing girlfriend and friend!

She is the band’s number one fan and the first one to defend them on twitter, Facebook, Instagram or Tumblr. As we know she has gotten in many fights with groupies and haters defending her love for Harry (hopeless romantics sighs) and the band in general. And that is ONE of the things that make the fans love her!

She is also very nice and kind to fans. She takes pictures with them, takes their twitter usernames so Harry can follow them later. She even called Harry once, while meeting a fan so she could talk to him!

She also gets along very well with Harry’s sibling, Gemma Styles and Lou Teasdale and her baby daughter Lux and often posts pictures on Instagram of them hanging out together. And as the Spice Girls song says ‘If you wanna be my lover you gotta get with my friends’ well, she definitely does get with Harry’s friends and it seems that Liam has taken her under his wing defending her against haters.  

So is she the lucky one or is Harry the lucky one?

Without doubt more than half of the One Direction fandom ships them and we could only hope they will last and that we’ll get pictures with a ring soon… Well Harry, if you like it you should definitely put a ring on it.

-          Jessica Kosovo.

I finished reading out loud and looked up at the two other girls sitting on the couch in front of me. Gemma was beaming at me and Sophia had a knowing smile on her face.

“What?” I asked shutting down my laptop.

“This article is one of the best ones yet and I must agree, Harry should definitely put a ring on it!” Gemma said winking at me. My cheeks turned a darker shade of red and I looked down at my lap.

“Look at her! She’s blushing, that’s so cute!” Sophia cooed amused by my flushed cheeks.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, ‘your name’.” Gemma said before taking a sip of her drink. “Actually you should just go thank this Jessica girl and hope the last line of that article gives Harry some ideas.”

“Speaking of Harry, where is he?” I asked getting up from the sofa.

“He went out with the boys, they should be back soon.” Sophia said taking her phone out of her pocket.

I opened my suitcase looking for clothes that would match the weather in Australia. We had landed in Australia yesterday night and I was very excited to have a tour of Melbourne before tonight’s show started.

“How long are will you be staying on tour with them?” Sophia asked me as I entered the bathroom to fix my hair and make-up.

“I don’t know. As long as they’ll let me, I guess.” I answered shrugging my shoulders even though she couldn’t see me. “How long are you guys staying?”

“I am staying until they are done with Japan. Japan is the best. Japanese food is amazing. Japanese hotels are incredible. Everything in Japan is fantastic.” Gemma gushed and I could picture her imitating that lovey eyes emoji.

I heard Sophia chuckle before answering my question. “I am not staying long. Maybe a week or 10 days maximum.”

“What! No! You’ll miss the best part of the tour! You’ll miss Japan!” Gemma cried out.

—

“Let me just say that this isn’t one of your best ideas.” Gemma muttered as we were leaning against a bathroom door in a shopping mall, hoping to keep it close and that no one would come in.

We heard voices outside the bathroom and stuck our heads to the door to hear them clearly.

“I saw them going this way!”

“No. Not this way, that way.”

“Are you sure.”

“Yes.”

And then the footsteps walked away, becoming less and less audible.

“We should just go back to the hotel.” Sophia suggested picking up her bags.

“Yeah, let’s call it a day.”

“Agreed.”

Gemma called the driver at our disposition for the day and asked him to get the car ready so as soon as we get to it we could leave without getting mobbed.

I opened the bathroom door a little and pocked my head out to check if there was anyone who could stop us.

“We can go now. All is clear.” I said and got out of the bathroom followed by Gemma and Sophia.

I had glasses on and a hoodie covering my head. Sophia had a veil all over her face and Gemma was wearing an oversized jacket and a snapback that covered half of her face.

“No, we don’t look at all suspicious.” I snarled sarcastically.

“Shut up and walk.” Gemma snapped pocking my sides as she walked past me.

“Guys, there’s a girl eyeing us weirdly over there. I think she spot us.” Sophia whispered worriedly.

“Shoot. On three we run.” Gemma said. “One-“

“Oh, my god! That’s Sophia Smith and Gemma Styles and ‘Your name’!”

“Run. Now!” Gemma whisper-shouted. And we sprinted all across the mall until we got to the car, parked just outside of the shopping center.

“That was close.” I muttered breathless.

“Talk about having a peaceful normal day as tourists.” Sophia said rolling her eyes.

—

“So, how was your day?” Harry asked me as I placed my bags on the floor. I closed the door and smiled at him walking to the bed.

“It was good.”

“Just good? I would’ve said adventurous.”

I gave him a confused look and he showed me his phone. It was open on the twitter application with pictures of me and the girls running around the mall in our disguise.

“You could have taken someone with you.”

“It’s fine. We managed it.” I said wiking.

“I know you did.” He said and pulled me on the bed so I was laying down next to him. “I read an article today saying that I was the lucky one to have you.” He whispered in my ear taking my hand in his. “It also said I should put a ring on this little one.” He said tracing my ring finger. “I should.”

I bit my bottom lip, smiling but I didn’t respond. He smiled at me and bent down to kiss me.

“I really should.”

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I don’t really like doing stories with ‘y/n’ I’d prefer putting an actual name x

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“Oh, this is my favorite part!” I said excitably, scooting up on the cushion. Darting my eyes quickly from the screen to his face, I wanted to see his reaction to the best part in the movie we were watching on the big flat screen TV.

He sat on the couch next to me, long body angled forward. Elbows on his knees and a pout on his face, his brow was furrowed angrily as he used a thumb to scroll a mile a minute through his phone.

“Mm,” he assented, not even looking up.

I rolled my eyes in his direction.

“Hey,” I demanded, hoping to break his concentration from the little iPhone screen.

His head of curls shook up and down slowly, completely ignoring what was coming out of my mouth.

Staring at him waiting, I hoped my silence would clue him in on my annoyance.

“I had sex with three other guys today,” I deadpanned, staring hard at him as he stared even harder at his phone. “All at once. Circus performers. I’m running away with them. Sorry about it.”

“Yeah, love,” he murmured absentmindedly, not looking up.

“I’m glad you’re okay with it,” I quipped, rolling my lips in my mouth. “I’m going to need to borrow ten grand to raise all the children.”

“Sure.”

I breathed in deeply through my nose, closing my eyes with a cleansing breath.

Shifting over to him, I took a finger and hooked his chin, pulling his face in my direction and making him look at me.

“Harry.”

He blinked rapidly for a second, giving me a small scowl.

“What?”

My eyes searched his face for a moment as he stared back at me.

“Forget it,” I said, giving a small smile and scooting back over to my end of the couch.

He had been so distracted lately, sometimes even on another planet.

And yeah, I get it.

He’s a busy guy, always in demand. They were on break from tour for a bit and I thought that that would mean I would finally get my Harry back for a little while. I thought being home would make everything go back to normal. Besides, I was out of my element as it was in LA, and it made it worse when he was distracted from us.

I get it.

Dating Harry Styles meant having to share him, too.

A lot.

I chewed on my bottom lip, eyes cast towards the screen as I fiddled my hands in lap.

“I’m sorry,” I heard him say quietly beside me.

Turning my head to the side, I was met by wide, green eyes staring pensively at me. He brought a hand up to his hair, running it through his curls sloppily.

“S’kay,” I said quietly. “You’re just really out of it lately.”

A sigh blew past his lips and he leaned over, grabbing one of my hands and squeezing it in between both of his. His touch heated my skin and the cool of his rings cut in to my fingers.

“I’m just busy, love,” he murmured, giving our entangled hands a gentle squeeze. “You know how it is.”

“I know,” I peeped, staring hard at the tattoos on his wrist. “I just miss you is all.”

He let out another huge sigh and I continued looking down at our hands, mind swimming. The TV bleated uselessly in front of us, filling the silence.

“C’mon,” he said suddenly, heaving himself off the couch. “Get up.”

My brow furrowed at my eyes followed him, making his way to the kitchen counter.

“What?”

He turned back around to face me, dangling the key to his Range Rover on a long finger as he gave a small smirk.

“We’re getting out of here,” he smiled. “No phones. No press. No paps. Just me and you.”

A grin cracked across my face and I pulled the corner of my lip between my teeth.

“You’re serious?”

“I’m serious!” he drawled, his eyebrows shooting up. “Let’s go.”

Getting up tentatively, I crossed over to where he stood, socked feet padding softly on the floor.

“Where are we going to go?”

“Anywhere,” he said. “Let’s just drive and see where we end up.”

I smiled up at him, that beautiful Cheshire grin stretching across his cheeks in return.

“Here,” he said, pressing the keys in to my palm. “You start the car. I’ll pack a bag.”

“Snacks?” I questioned.

“Of bloody well course I’m packing the snacks,” he said, mocking offence. “I’ll grab you a change of clothes. Some CD’s. You know, the essentials.”

I gave my head a small shake, looking up at him in disbelief.

“Go!” he urged, widening his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” I said brightly. “Let’s go.”

He leaned down, quickly pecking a soft kiss on my lips.

“Let’s get lost, love.”

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Dark.

Nothing but the still of the night as the stars lead us anywhere.

We were in our our perfect world, our own quiet bubble of nothing but me and him and the Stones playing quietly on the radio.

“This is verging on horror movie, you know,” I giggled, turning to look at him in the driver’s seat. “Did you drag me all the way out here just to murder me?”

“What’s the matter with you?” he laughed back, bringing a hand over the gear shift to rest on my thigh. His fingers began drumming absentmindedly to the beat of the song flowing around the car.

“Just checking.”

He snorted softly through his nose, shaking his head back and forth.

“Our only destination is anywhere, love,” he cooed, his London lullaby voice caressing through the car. “Anywhere with you.”

“Anywhere,” I mused, a grin playing at my lips.

He grabbed my hand, pulling it over to his side of the car and pressing the back of my palm to his lips. His breath tickled my skin, soft lips feeling nothing short of perfect on me. I giggled, pulling my own hand back and taking his with me. I clasped his almost-humorously big hand between both of mine, tracing small patterns on his knuckles.

“Look,” he said quietly. His eyes scanned a spot on the road ahead of us, a small smile falling on his lips.

I frowned, trying to see what he had found.

My body shook slightly with the vibrations of the car as he pulled over to the rough shoulder of the road. I peered out in to the darkness, scanning over the dim outside.

The light of the moon illuminated a grassy field, few trees scattered across the landscape. There was a small dock leading from its shore, jutting in to the water. A trail lead from the road we were on down a light decline, going towards a small pond. It seemed out of place, beautiful in its stillness and serenity. 

“Pretty,” I said admiringly, gazing at it through the window.

I heard the sound of the seat belt next to me, clicking as he unfastened himself. Whipping my head to the side, I was greeted by his mischievous smile, the one I’ve long learned to take wearily.

“Don’t even think about it, Harry.”

He waggled his brow, opening his door and leaping out of the car. Crossing the front of the car, he came to my door. He tugged it open, wasting no time and reaching over me to undo my seat belt.

“No!” I demanded, fighting his hands. His laugh boomed around the interior of the car as he fought me, his long limbs much too overpowering. I l wriggled furiously as I felt his arms wrap around me, lifting my body with ease out of my seat. He held me securely, tugging me out of the car and throwing me over his shoulder fireman’s style.

“Harry! Edward! Styles!” I gasped between giggles, pounding on his back and kicking my legs. “This is undignified! Put me down!”

“Oh hush,” he retorted, swatting my butt playfully.

He carried me down the small path as I shouted out protests in to the still of the night. My eyes swam with the sight of the green as the grass flew past my vision.

Soon the muted steps of his feet on the soft ground changed in to echos on wood as we made it to the dock over the water. Counting his steps, I realized how close to the edge we had to be. My playfulness turned to panic, my squirming verging on full on thrashing.

“Harry, I swear to God.”

Suddenly he swung me off his shoulder, plopping me down in front of him. Before I could make a break for it, he wrapped both arms tightly around my middle, holding me flush against his body. I wriggled against him, trying in vain to escape.

“Will you sit still?” he laughed, giving me a squeeze.

I pouted up at him, glaring it to his twinkling green eyes.

“Don’t ever carry me like a useless sack of potatoes ever again.”

“Aw,” he cooed mockingly. “Don’t be sore.”

“Well honestly,” I whined. “Did you really-”

He cut me off, yanking me to him and capturing my mouth with his. The air around us was warm, welcoming, and I melted in to his body, sighing in to his mouth. My hands found the nape of his neck tugging at his curls and he deepened the kiss, mouth hot and urgent.

His hands squeezed my waist, kneading and holding me close. My brain was fuzzy and clouded like always whenever he kissed me, held me, told me he loved me.

Suddenly I felt my body jerk backwards, pushed with force. My eyes shot open as I lost my footing, but instead of tripping to the ground, I felt myself flying through the air, finally hitting the chilly water with a small scream.

The water enveloped me, cold and brisk, and I kicked to the surface, gasping and sputtering. I tread the water, coughing as I wiped the water from my eyes.

His laughter shook the air above me, and I glared at his form, doubled over and gasping for air.

“I’m sorry, love,” he cajoled. “I had to.”

“I’m going to kill you,” I deadpanned. “You think I’m joking. But I swear to god.”

I stared up at him from the water below. He stood up, wiping his eyes.

“I just love it when you’re wet for me, baby,” he grinned cheekily.

I shook my head, glaring through the wet hair plastered to my forehead.

“Now move over, love,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head. “There’s enough water for the both of us, yeah?”

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Baby Makes Three

Two years of marriage. Harry couldn’t believe it. Partly because he feels the time has flown by, partly because he feels that he’s been with y/n his whole life. Or at least the part with her in it is the only part that mattered. Harry thought he knew what life was about before he met her, but he truly came alive when he fell in love with y/n. Two years of laughs and tears. Two years of good morning kisses, when Harry’s slipping out the door early to get into the studio. Two years of literally pulling each other through the tough days, the things in life that tend to get you down if you don’t have someone to help you through it. Two years of lazy afternoon sex and breakfast in bed. Walks in the park, exploring, adventures. Every moment had been like a dream. Even the days when y/n was moody and kind of a bitch or when Harry was tired and very short with her. The only thing that could make it better, Harry believes, is to add another member to their family. 

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Harry slid the worn out and hole-y t-shirt over his head, covering his cold chest. It wasn’t that the room was freezing cold, it was the fact he’d come from under the constraints of the duvet and your body into an environment which was a little cooler. His eyes scanned the dark room as he looked for a pair of pyjama bottoms, his feet shuffling along the floor in order to feel around for the soft material. He could hear the snuffled cries and whines coming from the hallway, baby cries soon filling the room as he panicked for a while. His head turned to look over at your sleeping figure, just a lump under the duvet in the visible light shuffling amongst the sheets to find another source of warmth. 

He knew you were tired. He was home late the previous night, having to stay behind at the studio in order to finish off recording and writing. You understood that he needed to stay behind, but having a crying baby keeping you up was difficult. He wanted to come home, back to you and his little girl to have a snuggle and a film night with pizza and wine. Instead he was in a studio. A stuffy, hot and boring studio filled with writers and recording crew. You insisted he stayed to complete his work, even with his constant whining about staying later. 

He figured that taking the night routine would be enough to make up for it. He knew you were grateful for that. He’d taken the day off the following day, in order to take some of the pressure away from you. The boys understood, the recording crew understood and he promised them he’d still keep his mind set somewhere upon continuing the newest song they were writing. 

He felt the atmosphere change as he moved from the bedroom to the chilly hallway. His bare arms becoming exposed to the chills, creating goosebumps to rise up on his arms. His hairs standing on end. The cries were getting louder the closer he got to the room, and he could feel his heart aching. His chest was tightening as his hand curled around the handle of the door, pushing the slightly ajar door open further. The pink nursery came into view, with the white nightlight in the corner of the room being the source of light so he could see where he was going. The blinds were pulled down, and the barely inaudible mobile hanging above the cot was playing soft music to lull his baby girl to sleep.

“Hello, my little one. How’s daddy’s favourite girl?” Harry wondered, as he leant over the cot, her cries loud and squealing. “Hey, hey. Come on, darling. Stop all this crying, hm. Daddy’s got you, Darcy” He whispered, as he placed his hands at either side of her body. He shifted her weight onto his chest, with a hand placed beneath her bottom, his other resting on her back. “Oh, baby. Is someone a little grumpy?” Harry chuckled softly, as he moved over to the rocking chair beside the blind-covered window. His back cracked as he hunched over to sit down, a whine and a hiss leaving his lips. This only made Darcy cry more, and he felt like he didn’t know what to do.

“Darcy, hey, it’s okay” Harry whispered, as he ran his thumb over her back. The onesie she had on her body was soft beneath the pad of his thumb, and the fleece was beginning to loose its tightness from where she’d worn it so much. It was a gift from Louis when she was born 3 weeks back, something he’d brought in the day following your labour. “Darcy, baby. Please” He whispered, a slight beg in his tone. “Daddy loves you, little one. So much. And mummy loves you too” He carried on, her cries lessening softly. “Your mummy made me so proud when she brought you into the world. We’ve had you for 3 weeks now, and we couldn’t have even asked for anything different. You,” he whispered, as he tapped at Darcy’s button nose softly, “you are my precious baby girl, and you’re stuck with me as your daddy for life” He chuckled, as Darcy’s cries lessened, the room falling silent.

That’s the noise he liked. When he could heard her jagged breaths and his breath melding together. 

“Good girl, poppet. That’s good, hmm? You just wanted some cuddles with daddy, didn’t you?” Harry grinned, as her face nuzzled into his neck. The side of her head tucked underneath his jaw. He could feel her breathing against his neck, her warm breath giving him a sense of warmth inside. “You smell delightful, poppet. I could just eat you up” He chuckled, his chest rumbling as he let out soft puffs through his nose. 

He’d always looked forward to having his own baby. To have a baby with the love of his life was a jackpot, and he didn’t want anything to change. He was lucky to have been blessed with you for most of his life, growing up with you. You knew he wanted a baby, you knew he wanted marriage, and you knew he wanted a normal job after One Direction. You’d supported his career fully, and you always made sure to go to every show possible. He took you on tour with him, he took you to award shows with him, and he even took you to LA with him on his off days. 

He’d always looked forward to having that baby smell fill the house, with the smell of powdered milk and baby shampoo mixing together. It was a smell he’d grown accustomed to from tour, when he’d taken occasional nights to look after Lux when she was a baby. He had plenty of practice for parenthood, and he knew he was ready for whatever life would bring him.

With you by his side, the two of you could conquer anything.

* *

His side of the bed was cold when you awoke. Your eyes trying to adjust to the bright sunlight shining into the room. The pale green walls of the bedroom were illuminated and bright, and your eyes just couldn’t adjust much. They stung from the still lac of sleep, and you felt like you should sleep for a thousand years for you to regain the strength. 

You had felt him move in the middle of the night. The sheets rustling together had woken you, but you’d fallen asleep quicker than when you’d awoke. The cries had been distant in your ears, when usually they’d have been loud and ringing. Maybe it was because Harry was on night duty? For that, you were grateful.

He’d been a true sport throughout your pregnancy with him running out and getting your cravings, even if it was the middle of the night. He’d sit with you, whilst your head was lodged into the toilet bowl as you threw up the contents from the previous dinner. He’d been there for you when you needed a back massage and when your feet needed some soothing rubs. He’d run baths for you, and occasionally sit in them with you. He loved to just be close with you, in awe at your growing bump. 

He was an even bigger sport when you’d gone into labour. He’d been on full alert the whole morning. He could sense it, before you even could. He had the baby bag packed neatly in the corner of the bedroom with another bag resting beside it with things that either he or you would need. He’d packed a book for you, and he’d loaded his iPad up with movies so you could snuggle on the hospital bed whilst you were going through the contraction period. He promised, on your wedding day, that he’d be there for you no matter what.

And he had lived up to that vow.

You kicked the duvet from your body, your legs stretching out from under a pair of Harry’s boxer shorts you slept in. They were baggy and loose, and he hated that you nicked them. Because they were his favourite pair. You’d had them since you’d fallen pregnant, and he didn’t have the heart to take them from you. As your feet his the carpet, you could hear him talking through the baby monitor. His voice deep and raspy.

“Good morning, my little one. Did you have a good sleep on daddy, hm?” You heard him wonder, with a soft chuckle leaving his lips. “The things you do to daddy, huh? You’re going to have me wrapped around your finger, you are” He stated, and your ears perked up as you heard the soft coo leave your daughters mouth.

“Shall we go and get some breakfast, hm? We won’t wake mummy up just yet. We can have some cuddles on the sofa” You heard him say, as you stood from your sitting position on the bed. “Come on then, poppet. I can hear your belly grumbling” Harry laughed, as you felt your chest twang with love. When he called her poppet, it made your heart melt. He’d forever been wanting a baby to do that with.

As you moved from the bed to the door, you heard his soft footsteps emerge from the nursery. The door creaked open as you pulled it back, and his figure emerged. “Oh look, mummy’s awake” He grinned, as he shuffled across the floor to where you were stood. 

“Hi, mister. You didn’t come back to bed. I missed you” You whispered, as you leant up and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His lips were dry and you could smell his slight morning breath. “Are you going for breakfast? I can make it. I need to feed Darcy anyway. You must be tired. Go back to bed” You smiled, as he shook his head. A grin on his lips. His tongue ran over his lips, and his hair fell over his face.

“No, I’m okay. I want to spend the few hours with my little one. You go back to bed. You look like you need it, honey” Harry muttered, as he felt Darcy drool against his shoulder. “Oh, thank you, poppet. Daddy’s t-shirt is not edible. Don’t you eat that” He chuckled, as your hand cupped his elbow.

“Harry, you must be exhausted. Please” You begged, as he shook his head. His lips pressing to your forehead as your arm ran up to his bicep. “Harry…”

“Baby, I’m fine. I promise. I slept fine last night. Don’t worry” He stated, as he walked passed you. His feet beginning to descend down the stairs. “Go back to bed, and I’ll bring you a friend breakfast up. You need to sleep, baby. I can see it in your eyes” Harry smiled, as he looked back. 

“I’m perfectly fine, Harry” You muttered, as he chuckled lightly. He continued to walk down the steps, and you could hear Darcy begin to whine at the sudden change of atmosphere. “Harry.. I can have her up here. I can feed her while you make breakfast” You suggested, as you began to walk down the steps. His body appeared from around the corner, a shake of his head stopping you. 

“Go to bed. I can feed her, and burp her, and stuff. I’ll bring her up when breakfast has nearly finished, then I’ll come down and get it” He smiled, as he walked off against. The kitchen door opening in the distance.

* *

(Sophia’s texts, (Y/N)’s texts)

You knew he loved Darcy. 

Anyone would be stupid to think he disliked having a baby. He was true father material, yet you thought he hadn’t grasped that you needed his help as well. You didn’t want to say you were jealous, per say. But you were a little down that he’d take her from you when he had the chance. 

You situated yourself on the bed, the pillow resting against the headboard as you sat upright. Your legs crossed with your laptop resting on your lap. Your phone was sat beside you on the white material, occasionally beeping away with messages and Instagram tags from Gemma and Anne. Your eyes cast down to the message shining away at the bottom of the screen, with ‘Sophia’ beside it.

Hey, you! I need to see you today. Liam’s out. Apparently him and Harry have organised a day out to go golfing with Niall, or something. Leaving me alone. I was thinking you and little Darcy could come and hang with me. x

You proceeded to text away at the screen, your nails tapping softly against the glass.

Harry hasn’t mentioned anything about that. He told me he was taking care of Darcy all day. Apparently, he’s making up for the night they stayed at the studio into the early hours of the morning. I’m sure me and Darce could pop over for a few hours. I’ll need to back though, as Gemma’s popping over for dinner. xx

You could sense Sophia’s lips curving into a smile as she scanned the message. She loved seeing you, and she loved seeing Darcy just as much. She was well loved in your little group of friends, and they spoilt her rotten. Liam and Sophia had the tendency to buy her cute little shoes and dresses, whilst Louis brought her onesies and baby football kits. Niall had yet to spoil her, but you had a feeling he was waiting for the toddler/schooling stage. So he could treat her to ice-cream and pizza and take her out for the evenings.

Yay. I think they were only going for a couple of hours anyway. I don’t know. Liam was like ‘I’m off golfing with the lads today’ and he went into the shower. That was it. I think Harry’s picking them up anyway, so he can drop you off here and pick you up after. If not, I’ll drop you home. Liam had insisted we installed a baby seat for her. Harry told everyone of us too. x

You laughed softly, and shook your head.

Only Harry would do that. He’ll probably take her golfing with him. He’s not been able to put her down. I feel like I barely spend any time with her at the minute. He knows I pump milk for the morning feeds, so he takes that as an advantage to keeping hold of her. I’ll persuade him to let me have her… x

As you waited for her to send a message back, the door creaked open and Harry appeared in the doorway. You babbling little girl was settled in the crook of his arm as she gripped at his t-shirt. You smile as you settled up more, and held your hands out for her. You watched as Harry’s bare feet padded across the carpeted floor, the smell of bacon grease coming from his body. You pushed the laptop from your legs, closing the lid and resting it on the bed beside you.

“Here we go, poppet. Have some cuddles with mummy, and then I’ll be back” He smiled, as he laid her on the bed in between your now stretched legs. “Breakfast will be done shortly. I’ll bring it up soon” He smiled, and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Oh, I’m taking Darcy out with me today. Me and Liam are heading to meet Niall for a golfing session. Figured I’d take her to see them” He smiled, as he patted your knee softly, before dragging his fingers across Darcy’s full belly.

“Yeah.. Sophia told me” You smiled, as placed a hand over his. His fingers bare from the rings he’d usually have on. “I was thinking of taking Darcy to see Soph. She’s hasn’t seen Darcy in a while” You stated, as Harry flashed a frown softly before he gave you a soft smile. “What was that frown for?”

“I didn’t frown..” He argued, as he removed his hand from your knee.

“You did. What was it for?”

“It’s just.. Niall really wanted to take her golfing. Liam’s just tagging along, and I felt like I couldn’t leave them both alone with her” Harry suggested, as he walked towards the door. “They were really looking forward to seeing her” He added, as his hand curled around the door handle. 

“Why can’t I have her for the day?” You wondered, before you thought what you’d said. Have her for the day? It made it sound like you were sharing her between you both. It made you think that she was Harry’s possession. He’d have her nearly all day.

“Have her for the day? Babe, that sounded a bit weird” He chuckled, as you frowned at his. Your eyebrows furrowing. You felt Darcy curl her hands around your fingers, before letting them go. “I planned to take her for the day. I didn’t think you’d mind. I thought you would have wanted to sleep. Or have a relaxing day alone” Harry muttered, as you scoffed lightly.

“Just, go and get breakfast Harry” You hissed lightly, your lips pursing into a tight line as you heard the door creak open and shut swiftly behind his leaving figure. Darcy wiggled around on the bed between your legs as you reached for your phone. 

Harry’s upset. He’s taking Darcy for the day. I’m sorry. I don’t feel like arguing about this. I’m sure we can stay for a while after, so you can have some time with her. xx

You could hear the clanging of pots and pans coming from downstairs, along with a clang of plates jostling together. 

That’s alright, babe. Don’t worry. If you feel like you’re never spending time with her, tell him. Harry will understand. I’m sure you have nothing to worry about. I’ll see you around lunchtime. We can head off out for lunch maybe. xx

He walked back into the room, with two trays in his hands. Cups of orange juice resting in the corner. He placed his tray on the bedside table, before you took Darcy from your lap. You felt Harry settle on his side of the bed, pulling his pillow out from behind him so Darcy could rest against it. 

“There we go, darling” You whispered, as you placed her gently against the pillow, her legs kicking out. You took the tray from Harry’s grasp and placed it on your lap, your fingers reaching for the fork. “Thank you..” You muttered, as he looked at you. His eyebrows furrowed.

“Have I done something? Or are you just tired?” He wondered, as you scoffed lightly. And let out a half-hearted laugh. “I’m seriously beginning to think I’ve done something, and I’ve not a clue what” Harry began to wonder, a sigh leaving his lips. “Just tell me” He begged, as he turned to face you. His knee bending whilst his other stayed resting over the side of the bed. 

“You’re taking our daughter away from me. I feel everytime I have to do something for her, you do it” You sighed, and ran your free hand through your hair. You closed your eyes as you heard him groan softly. 

“Are you angry that you didn’t feed her this morning? Because you pumped milk last night and I didn’t want it to go to waste. I’m sorry” He apologized, and looked at your scrunched face. “What else is there? I’m just doing what a father should do! I thought I was doing it right!” He stated, his voice getting louder as he stated each sentence.

“It’s not just about this morning, Harry! You bathe her all the time, you change her nappy all the time. Even when I say I can do it. You insist I should rest. When I want to take her out, you worry that something will happy and that you feel safer when you are with her” You sighed, and drop your fork to the tray on your lap. “You’re like mother and father all in one! All your missing is a pair of boobs. Then you can feed her yourself. Then you’ll have the perfect body image and behaviour to be both!” You hissed, as you pushed the tray away from you and stood up.

“I didn’t know tha-”

“You didn’t know because you figured I’d be okay with it! I feel I never get to hold my own daughter because you want to have her close” You pushed forward, and watched as he placed his fork down on his tray. His hand was curling around the glass of orange juice. His eyes cast on the orange liquid. “I just want time with her! But I can’t because you’re always there! Begging to hold her. Taking her from me when she’s clearly happy with me!” You shouted, as you stomped over to the bathroom. Cries were soon heard, and you sighed softly.

Your eyes closed before you turned round. You watched as Harry’s saddened face picked up your distressed daughter, her body resting against his chest as she cried into his shoulder. You could see Harry’s bottom lip tremble, as he stood from the bed. His hips swaying as he walked around the room slowly.

“Harry…” 

“Don’t, (Y/N). I get it. You’re jealous that she needs to be watched. I’m trying to help you” He whispered, panicking that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack and the tears would start. “You went through so much this past year, and I wanted to help you. You carried her for 9 months, with sleep-deprived nights. I wanted to help you. That’s all” He mentioned, as he looked to you. You could see his eyes glassy and glossing over, and you knew you’d mucked up. “I’m sorry for trying to be a good husband. I’ll let you suffer. You know? I’ll watch you break down because it gets too stressful” He hissed, as he picked his tray up with his free hand. 

“Harry.. I’m sorry..” You whispered, a tear dripping down your cheek. “I didn’t mean it. I understand th-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I’m taking her with me to golf, and you can go to Sophia. I need to get out of here for a while. I’m sparing you the stress of taking care of her for a day. Because I am a good husband, and I know you need it” Harry hissed, as he opened the door with his knee. 

Your tears fell as you heard his heavy footsteps descend down the stairs. You’d truely mucked up. You needed to fix it.

* *

You shuffled against the back cushion of the sofa, Sophia’s hands coming into view with a mug of tea nestled between them. “I’m sorry I haven’t been good company” You whispered, as she smiled softly. Her body sitting down beside you as she placed a hand on your forearm. 

“It’s okay, babe. It’s been good to see you anyway. When Liam and Harry get back, we’ll take Darcy so you guys can talk. Liam’s been texting me saying how Harry’s been moping around. We’ll get this sorted. Or should I say, you’ll get this sorted” She smiled, and passed you your mug.

“Thanks Soph. You’re incredible, you know that?” You smiled, as you rested the rim of the mug on your lips. The steam fanned your face, and the smell of lemon filled your nose. “Lemon tea. You remembered to buy some this time” You winked, and nudged your knee with hers.

“I did. I remembered” She grinned triumphantly, and reached for a biscuit on the plate on the coffee table. “How is motherhood anyway? Liam’s been telling me about how Harry won’t shut up about how good it looks on you” She laughed, as you blushed softly.

You set your mug down on the table, and looked to her. A warm smile on your face. “It’s so good. I mean, getting to hold a baby in your arms is incredible. But holding your own baby in your arms is just heartwarming and amazing” You sighed, as Sophia grinned widely. “Harry’s been a star. He really has. And I shouldn’t have given him an outburst. He’s been amazing” You sighed, as you heard a car door open and shut from outside.

“Speaking of Harry…” Sophia grinned, as she heard Liam’s key in the door. “I mean it. We’ll give you some space, and you can talk” She smiled, as she stood from her place on the sofa. You heard the door open, and deep chatter coming from the front door area. “Liam, hey. How was golf? Sounds like you had a good time” Sophia laughed as the three men came into view. Liam’s hand was curled around the baby carrier, with a wide awake Darcy strapped into it. “There’s my cute little niece!” Sophia squealed as she fell to her knees and cooed over the small newborn in the carrier.

“She’s a born golfer, ya’know?” Niall grinned, as he pulled you into a hug. “No matter what Louis says, she’s going to be a golfer” He grinned, as he pressed a kiss to your head. Your eyes cast over his shoulder, to see Harry standing there with a soft smile on his lips. His eyes trained to yours. “Go see him, love. He’s been moping all day” Niall sighed, as he let you go. His arms falling to his sides. You walked over to your husband, his hands outstretched and ready for you to take them. 

“Let’s go outside. Let them coo over Darce” Harry chuckled, as he pulled you outside the front door.Closing it slightly so you could get back in if necessary.

“Talk to me..” Harry whispered, as he squeezed your hand tightly. His eyes were looking at you intently, with his lips parted slightly. “I need to know how you feel. Because I can stop the way I am acting, and focus on how I should be acting” He stated, as you cupped his cheeks in your hands.

“Just shut up talking, Harry Styles” You whispered, and pulled his head down to yours. His lips mere inches from your lips. “I love you. You don’t need to change for anything. You are being the best father in the world, and I’m not going to change that” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. 

“But, you’re upset that I do everything for Darcy. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done all of that. She needs a mothers nurture, and I can’t do both” Harry muttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair. It was soft and bouncy and felt like feathers against your skin. “I’m not going to try and even think about taking her. You are the most amazing woman, and she needs you in her life” Harry grinned, as his hands cupped your hips.

“Sweet talking me now, huh?” You winked, and felt your cheeks flush as you felt his lips against your neck. “I’m sorry about my outburst this morning. You’re the best person, and you’re the best husband, and your the best daddy ever and Darcy is so lucky to have you” You smiled, as nuzzled your face into his shoulder as his lips worked their way down your skin. 

“You, Mrs Styles, have made me the proudest husband in the world. Now, I think we should go in there and have some cuddles with our baby. Because you deserve it. I’ll cook the dinner tonight for mum, Gem and Robin, and you can have some time with Darce. Because I love you” He smiled, as pressed a kiss to your nose.

“I love you so much, (Y/N)..”

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