Love is Complicated (part 2)

Reflecting on the relationship and memories from Y/N’s perspective 

Also I’m currently listening to Coney Island (Taylor Swift ft The National) so it’s definitely a vibe haha, hope you enjoy :)

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A few days had passed since Harry left and you felt yourself slowing slipping through the cracks as you tried to process all that had happened. 

“Y/N what happened?! I thought you guys were going to get engaged this year! You guys were always perfect together, I just can’t believe this!” Gemma all but shouted through the phone. Even though she was Harry’s sister, she had also become one of your best friends since you’d started seeing Harry. 

“I know, honestly everything just got screwed up and I don’t even know anymore, Gem. With him leaving all the time and our lifestyles being so different, I just don’t know that it could work anymore.” You sighed as you heard your friend do the same on the other line.

“I know it’s hard, it’s not a normal life that Harry has but you guys had been figuring it out all these years, what changed?” Gemma didn’t sound accusatory or upset, just concerned. You were grateful you had her and, even though she wasn’t thrilled you hadn’t reached out to tell her what happened with Harry but instead had to hear it from him, she knew this was hard for you. You had talked with her about what you’d want your wedding to look like, how you looked forward to Harry’s dad jokes once he was actually a dad and the life that you were both hoping you’d build together.

“I don’t know, I think we both just got tired. We were both drained and couldn’t fight for each other anymore I guess,” you responded glumly. 

“Harry I’m so tired, I don’t know if I can make it to bed,” you sighed happily, sitting in the backseat of a black SUV with Harry as a driver pulled into the driveway to the home you shared. 

“Mmm, ‘ll have to carry ya in then,” Harry responded in the same light tone, both of you having consumed a large amount of alcohol and now coming down slightly so you both felt happily buzzed. 

The car came to a stop then, and you were surprised when Harry jumped out of his side of the car immediately. You laughed when you heard him bump into the door next to you and heard a muffled “ouch” before he swung open the car door. 

“M’ lady,” Harry smirked as he seemed to effortlessly scoop you into his arms and turn towards the front door with you in his arms. “Harry!” You squealed as he tripped on his own feet, causing you to almost plummet onto the cement. “Shit,” Harry laughed as he regained his balance and strengthened his grip on your back and underneath your legs. Finally reaching the front door, Harry fumbled around trying to find the key in his pocket while simultaneously holding you as you smirked at this clumsy and beautiful man. 

“Harry just let me down so we can go inside,” you laughed, but he did not follow your command. “Baby, I am carrying ya into this house whether ya like it or not,” he responded before planting a wet kiss on your nose. Finally finding the key, he spent way too much time trying to fit it into the lock on the door before tripping into the house with the two of you rolling on the ground before laughing together for the next five minutes. 

You walked out the front door after talking with Gemma, finally having the bare minimum amount of energy you needed to make the short walk to the grocery store to buy some more laundry detergent and other small items you needed for the house. It was a sunny day, almost aggressively so, and you almost felt like it was mocking you. You felt so glum and, wallowing in your sadness, you wanted to see a cloudy and gray sky that matched your mood. The bright blue sky and blinding sun just didn’t feel right.

As you made the short walk to the store, you passed by the little park that you’d walked by a million times before. It looked so much different now, however, as so many things did.

“I’m in the mood to frolic,” you told Harry as the two of you strolled, hand in hand, into the little park that had become a favorite spot for the both of you. Harry laughed before squeezing your hand a little tighter and then spinning you in a circle. “Well let’s see it then.” Harry looked at you with a childish grin, and you felt so young and free. You loved when Harry was in this mood and you felt like yours was matching his on this particular day. 

“Mm, I don’t want people to look at me. You first,” you responded, grinning at Harry as you imagined the videos on the internet of the Harry Styles having a frolic in his local park. It was a beautiful day and there were so many people out and about, you were surprised no one had recognized him and asked for a picture yet.

“Fiiiine.” Harry drew out the word, and you just laughed as you turned to continue walking through the park. You couldn’t help the squeal that made its way from you as you turned to see Harry frolicking- no, prancing - through the park. You quickly noticed all the eyes on him, many finally recognizing him while some just pointed and laughed. 

“Well don’ leave me hanging, love. Come frolic!” Harry yelled as he continued to run slowly and then sporadically leap into the air. And despite the eyes that were now on the both of you, you ran after Harry feeling exuberant and like a child.

You finally dragged yourself into the store that you had made your way through so many times before, but it felt different now. Everything felt different. You and Harry would always laugh at the moody playlist that would be playing throughout the store, which you thought would be kind of depressing if you were here alone. You were never here alone. Until now. 

Sheryl Crow belted out the heart-wrenching chorus of “If It Makes You Happy” as you meandered through the produce section, looking for the good apples that didn’t taste bitter and gross. You stopped in your tracks as you passed the kiwis, staring at the sad looking fruit and almost smirking at how depressed you were feeling at that moment because of a stupid fruit.

“Ooh Harry look, kiwis!” You pointed and laughed as you and your boyfriend made your way through the store. Harry rolled his eyes and pouted, just as he did every week when the two of you passed through the produce section and you pointed at the kiwis and laughed. “Like the song,” you added, just for extra clarification.

“Yes thank youuu,” Harry drew out the word, pretending to be annoyed. He thought it was cute how you thought of him every time you saw certain fruits.

“Why is the song named Kiwi anyway? It just doesn’t make sense to me,” you asked, slightly kidding but also curious to know the answer. 

“I don’t know it just... fit the vibe,” Harry responded with a smirk.

“Oh shut up,” you laughed as you put more kiwis than anyone would need or want into a plastic bag and threw them into the cart, causing Harry to squawk before picking up a watermelon and pretending to throw it in the cart. Except he accidentally let go and it broke open on the floor between the two of you, this time causing you to squawk and run away as fast as you could, Harry cackling behind you. 

You left the store without a single fruit in hand as you made the short journey back to the house you two shared. Tears welled in your eyes as you felt lonelier than ever before, wondering if Harry had even thought of you since he left. 

Love is Complicated

Part 1 of a new series - Y/N and Harry’s relationship starts to crumble

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Harry’s eyes were sunken and carried a hollowness that was different from anything you’d seen in them before. You took a slow and steady breath as his empty eyes met yours, and you knew this time was different, heavier. 

“I’m sorry the timing isn’t great, never is,” you heard Harry murmur, barely audible. He was now staring at his hands that were fumbling with the edge of the table that he was sitting in front of. 

It wasn’t just that Harry would be going away again for months to promote his new album before he would go on tour all around the world, which would last the majority of the year. It wasn’t just that he had waited until three days before he was set to fly across the country to tell you he was leaving, even though the two of you had planned a week long trip to Spain to celebrate four years of dating that you were supposed to leave for in less than two weeks. The space between the two of you had been growing the longer Harry was home with you, knowing the longer it had been since he’d been back, the sooner he would have to leave again. That was just part of it, part of being a famous singer. But this felt different, for both of you. 

“I just wish you would have said something sooner, with the trip coming up and it’s just such short notice,” you finally responded, Harry still not making eye contact with you. 

“Yeah m’sorry, they just told me recently but I guess I haven’t really seen you too much the last couple o’ days, didn’t really get a chance to talk to you until now.” Harry finally brought those big green eyes up to meet yours, the emptiness in them only more apparent now. “I don’t know what’s with you lately. Feels like it might be a good thing for me to be leaving for promo and tour so soon actually.”

You knew the reason he hadn’t seen so much of you lately is because you were distancing yourself from him, though not intentionally. The longer he was home with you, you knew the sooner until he had to leave again. And it hurt so much, every time that he had to leave and the whole time he was gone. It finally got to a point where you just didn’t want to face that pain again, and as you began to realize that you were pulling away, you figured it would be easier this way. 

“Well, I’m so sorry I have a life outside of you and other things I want to do. I don’t know how you can act like that when you’re the one literally leaving for a year right now,” you retorted, your words starting to flow from you like lava. The tears started to well up in your eyes, only angering you more.

“Don’t act like that now, you know I try to come back as much as I can in between shows and promo, and I always try to get you to fly out on tour but you always have some excuse not to come.” Harry’s voice started to waver, his hollow eyes slightly widening and brows furrowing. 

“But that’s the thing, Harry! I have a life here, and I like my life here! Sometimes it feels like the only life that matters is yours. Just because I’m not all big and famous like you, it’s like anything I do will never be that important. I can’t just fly out to see you all the time- I have a job here, I have friends Harry! I’m so tired of having this fight.” The tears were now freely flowing down your face, your arms crossed and muscles tensed as you realized this conversation wasn’t going anywhere good. 

You glanced in Harry’s direction, knowing that he was really sensitive when it came to talking about him being famous and you feeling like your life was insignificant compared to his. You knew that would hurt him. And you didn’t even care. You could hear him take a loud and shaky breath, before scooting his chair back from the table. Though tears fell from his eyes just as they did yours, both of your faces remained without emotion, your eyes just as hollow as Harry’s. This relationship had been blissful for you both at the beginning, but it had taken so much out of both of you lately, and now it was all crumbling. You felt like you were losing all control, and you just knew you couldn’t handle the pain of him being gone again. And so you couldn’t help the next words that came out of your mouth.

“Yeah that’s a good idea, actually, you should just go. Go be with you famous friends and live your famous life. Just go. You always do,” you seethed.

Harry didn’t look in your direction as he walked toward your shared bedroom, beginning to pack a bag of his things. You couldn’t move from your position leaning against the counter, almost trembling with the amount of emotion you could feel rushing through and out of you. 

It didn’t take more than five minutes for Harry to return with his large duffel bag in hand, a look on his face that was unfamiliar to you. Words flat and eyes empty as ever, Harry muttered a “take care of yourself” before heading towards the front door. 

The second that door slammed, you crumpled onto the kitchen tiles and let the flood of emotions consume you. 

MASTERLIST

One Shots

You watch One Direction x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare

You see a picture of Harry holding a baby and realize you want a baby with him

Harry comforts you after you have a bad day

You and Harry get into a fight and then he apologizes

You go to one of Harry’s shows and fall asleep backstage

You and Harry go to a bar and you get drunk and sing karaoke

You meet Harry at a meet and greet and he asks for your number

“I will always be here, for you. Always”

He takes care of you when you’re sick

BLURBS

Lazy mornings

SONG-BASED

Say You Won’t Let Go

Little Do You Know

From the Dining Table

REQUESTS

High Hopes (part 2) (part 3)

You’re Harry’s assistant on tour and he falls for you

Harry gets offended when you laugh at him while watching One Direction’s x factor videos together

Harry has a nightmare (you and Harry are friends)

Harry has a migraine

You’re kidnapped and Harry finds you (you and Harry are friends)

You and Harry fight but then he saves you from almost being mugged (you and Harry are friends)

Loveable

You’re five years younger than him (blurb)

You’re short

Asthma attack

Shy

You think Harry doesn’t want to marry you

Neighbors

Harry comforts you after you lose a friend

Harry spies on you playing the piano

Dating after a meet and greet

SERIES

Becoming Mrs. Styles (part one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight)

Small Bump (pregnancy series)

        “Let’s make a baby, baby” (part 1)

        “It just takes time” (part 2)

        “You’re going to be a dad” (part 3)

Love is Complicated (part one, part two, 

Angel Eyes

Hi guys!! It’s been an actual year almost since I’ve written on here, but I appreciate all of your messages/requests that I will do my best to get to when I have the chance. So this is something different from what I usually do- I collaborated with someone else on this one, and I’m thinking it could be part 1 of a series (possibly all based on songs from Mamma Mia) if anyone is interested. As always, I appreciate any feedback that you have, and I hope you enjoy!

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It was finally my senior year of college. I’d been waiting for it to come for what seems like forever, but now that it was finally here, I’d realized how little time I might have left with some of my favorite people. A group of my four closest friends and I were now desperately trying to think of what we could do for our last spring break. We needed one last adventure before we parted and started the rest of our lives in different parts of the country. Alicia, my best friend out of the four, was pushing for something crazy – she wanted to take on Amsterdam.  She had been reading about all the crazy clubs and things you could do there. Even though I liked Alicia the best, I didn’t share all her ideas about what would make the perfect spring break. I was thus exuberant to hear that the rest of the group, Mora, Melany, and Michelle, wanted something a little less “exciting”. Mora and Melany were pushing for a nice beach resort where we could all just relax in the sun and get some spa treatments. After awhile, Michelle suggested a cruise.  It seemed to be the best compromise between exciting and relaxing.

Since it was Michelle’s idea, we put her in charge of the tickets. The next thing we knew, midterms were over and we were on our flight down to Florida where we would leave for our cruise.  Michelle was absolutely giddy about the cruise - I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen her so excited.  It all made sense when we finally started to board the cruise ship; it was a Stars at Sea cruise and Harry Styles was the star on board.  Stars at Sea cruises are cruises where famous actors, bands, or in this case, a singer, agrees to perform on a cruise in return for a free cruise for them and their family and friends.  Alicia was not pleased when she found out.  She had been hoping to find some guys for herself on the trip and knew it wasn’t likely there would be many single men on a Harry Styles Cruise.  As for me, Melany, and Mora, we didn’t particularly care. We figured it would be nice to chat with some guys on the cruise, but I would be happy to relax - Michelle was the only real Harry styles fan out of our group.  

Once we were onboard, we found our room, if you could even call it that.  It was two full beds about a foot apart and a small couch that would convert into a tiny twin.  While we were finding places for all of our bags, we found the itinerary that listed all the activities, on which it had the time and place for the first mini-concert. Michelle squealed with excitement when she saw it.  

The next few days were mostly spent relaxing and eating with a few drinks at the end of each night and a Harry event every now and then, but other than Michelle we mostly stayed away from the Harry events; they drew about half the boat to each one so we got to relax in peace whenever one was going on.  The one event Mora, Alicia, and Melony were excited about was the hypnotist event.  

As we entered the auditorium to take our seats it was empty - most of the passengers had gotten their fill of Harry related events and were off doing other things during any of the normal cruise events.  A few more people trickled into the auditorium before the lights dimmed and the hypnotist came onto the stage.  

 That’s the last thing I remembered before waking up from my seat onstage.  The hypnotist then prompted everyone to give me a large round of applause as I stood up and slowly made my way back down to my seat.  My friends were staring at me with amazement, but I was still in some kind of weird daze from whatever happened.  

Mora elbowed me on our way out as she whispered to me, “you’re such a faker, I can’t believe they thought you were hypnotized!”

“I don’t even know what happened,” I told her, still in a daze

“Well Michelle’s going to be jealous,” Melony responded, smiling. “Not to mention basically every other girl on the boat.”  

“What happened?”  I prompted them again, this time more frightened about what I might have done.  

“Well, I can tell you there was a lot of kissing …” Mora said.

“What, with who?”  I interjected.  

“Harry, he came to see the show with his family and both of you were called up onstage,”  Melony explained, laughing at my disbelief “No one even knew he was there until the hypnotist called him up.”  

As we made our way back to our cabin for the night, I received a few dirty looks from what I assume were other jealous audience members.  

Back in the cabin, they caught me up on exactly what happened.  They said that the hypnotist had several people up on stage at first all under a trance. He began to have them preform silly tasks, such as acting like a chicken or dog, simply making a fool of themselves until he came to Harry and I at the end.  He asked me if I was a Harry styles fan and I merely shrugged.  They said the hypnotist then had us both stand up and told us that we were alone with no one else there.  Then, in order to get a laugh from the crowd, he told me that I was naked and I quickly tried to cover myself up in front of Harry even though I was fully clothed. They said Harry couldn’t hold himself back and embraced me and then we started passionately making out.  They said the Hypnotist was mortified and quickly put us both to sleep and apologized to the crowd, explaining that something like that had never happened before.  

By the end of the story I was mortified, but was Harry really that attracted to me?  And if not is he the kind of person to take advantage of a girl like that?  Also, the whole auditorium had seen it, so I’m sure I’ll be the talk of the boat by the end of the night.  And what if someone took pictures or worse - videos -of it, I could never live with myself if something like that was posted online for everyone to see.  

When Michelle came back later that night and heard the story, she screamed.  Afterwards she wouldn’t talk to me, jealous that she wasn’t the one with the chance to get close to Harry even though there was nothing I could have done about it. I didn’t even remember what happened, let alone have any control over the situation.

The next morning, I felt exhausted, having spent the entire night with scenarios running through my head about what might come of the event last night.

There was suddenly a knock at the door; the cleaning crew must have changed to an earlier shift today. Normally we were out of the room by this time but we were all tired from the night before.  I went to get the door and ask them to come back later, but when I opened the door, it wasn’t the cleaning crew standing before me – rather, it was Harry in a bright pink flowered shirt.  He stood there with a cautious smile on his face, glancing down at the floor, obviously embarrassed to be there.  Then he looked up at me with his angel eyes.

Green eyes, piercingly so, that seemed as though they were magnetic and I had no choice but to hold onto his gaze as a flood of emotions overwhelmed me.

“Hello, I, erm-“ Harry paused to clear his throat, without once breaking eye contact. I took in a shaky breath, feeling suddenly as if not enough oxygen was reaching my brain. Harry exhaled as well, pausing before continuing.

“I had to talk to you after I found out what happened last night. I just-“ he stopped again as the sound of gasps could be heard from inside my cabin. Looking back, I could see Michelle poking her head out from where she was lounging on her bed, a wildness in her eyes that I had never seen before. Jealousy was somehow evident on her face.

“Let’s go,” I murmured to Harry as I stepped out of the room, closing the door behind me. Something about Michelle’s jealousy and hostility regarding something I had no control over was enough for me to intentionally slam the door behind as I walked off with who was probably her favorite person in the world.

You are the music in me

Super old request I never got to: Hey! This is my first time checking your blog and I LOVE it!! :) Can you do an imagine where Harry hears (Y/N) playing the piano and he absolutely falls in love because she's so into the music. Thanks so much!Oh and she's also playing Sign of the Times on the piano And also singing it lol.. okay I'm done now :)

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You felt honored that Harry had brought you into the studio after you’d only been dating for a few weeks. It seemed so personal and special and you felt giddy being able to be in this space where Harry let out so much of who he is in the form of music. You had formed an instant connection with Clare, who played the keys in Harry’s band. The two of you got along so well, and you admired her so much as a piano player yourself. You stopped taking lessons years ago and you’d never really sung in front of anyone, so you didn’t think your love of playing piano and singing was worth sharing with Harry because it would never be anything compared to what he was capable of. 

You found yourself in a separate part of the studio with Clare as Harry recorded some vocals for his upcoming album. You watched as she played some melodies on the piano that you thought were just gorgeous, her fingers seeming to dance over the black and white keys. 

She apologized when her phone rang as she took the call out into the hallway, and you couldn’t help but melt as you stood with the most beautiful piano right in front of you, looking as though it ached to be played. You suddenly found yourself sat in front of the instrument, hands gliding to the shiny keys that filled you with so much happiness. Your fingers automatically began to play what had become your favorite song. The melody flew freely as a smile formed on your face, completely unaware that Harry had snuck up behind you, carrying himself lightly so as not to make his presence known. He didn’t even know you could play piano, let alone bring new life to the notes that were so familiar to him.

Just stop your crying it’s a sign of the times, you began to sign softly as you played. Harry felt his heart stop, a smile lighting up his whole face as he moved slightly to the side, still behind you, but now with a view of your fingers as they glided effortless over the keys.

You continued to play and sing, and Harry watched as your foot bobbed up and down on and off the pedal, your body beginning to sway more and more the further you got into the song, still unaware that you weren’t alone. 

Eyes wide and smile frozen on his face, Harry couldn’t help but feel so much love for you in that moment - love, he would find, that wouldn’t fade even after the music stopped. So filled with awe and mesmerized by the woman in front of him, his eyes became glossy as you got into what he found to be the most emotional part of the song when he performed it. 

We gotta get away from here. We got to get away. We got to get away. We got to, we got to away. Your body moved with the song gracefully as the words fell from your mouth like soft summer rain, your fingers dancing and your foot moving rhythmically to the beat. Harry was so enthralled that he didn’t really comprehend when the song ended, he just wanted it to last forever. 

You smiled, getting up and turning around to find Harry standing mere feet from you, jaw dropped and eyes wide. The smile began to fall from your face as you realized that you had an audience, the only person whose opinion you ever really cared about regarding your music. Well, his music in this case. 

Harry quickly shut his mouth before trying to speak, but no words came out.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think anyone was in here...” you trailed off, staring down at your feet. What if you just butchered a song in front of Harry Styles - his song?! You began to feel panicked when Harry finally pulled himself together, the biggest smile forming on his face as he all but lunged towards you, engulfing you in a hug.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he breathed out, the smile slowly returning to your face. “I just want you to know that I plan on falling completely in love with you Y/F/N Y/L/N.” 

Little did you know that he already had. 

Guys!!!

I’ve been gone for so long I’m sorry but nursing school is kicking my ASS ya’ll ! I’m going to look through requests now and feel free to keep sending them in, I promise I will look at them and get to them asap and whenever I have time. Thank you guys so much for your support, I love you all!! <3 

“You’re going to be a dad”

A few months had gone by since you’d been disappointed to find out you weren’t pregnant when you and Harry had been so sure that you were. Fortunately, you both had been busy with work and other things since then, so you’d stopped focusing on and worrying so much about trying to get pregnant and just enjoyed the time you got to be intimate with Harry. 

It was now Monday evening and you’d just gotten home from work. Harry was at the studio and had told you he wouldn’t be home until late tonight. You were currently stood in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and scrolling through the calendar on your phone, looking to see if you had any important reminders for this week. You hadn’t realized it was already so late in the month and as you scrolled through, you suddenly stopped. 

Wait a second, you thought. Looking up from your phone, you ran numbers and dates through your head as you looked off into space. After a minute, you gasped, remembering that the last time you had gotten your period was the day  of your friend’s bachelorette party. You remembered because you had been planning on wearing this really sexy, tight dress you bought just for the occasion and you were so annoyed when mother nature decided to make that difficult. And that party had been... almost a month and a half ago. You couldn’t believe you’d never stopped and wondered where your period was or realized that it was late, but you had just been so busy and focused on other things. 

A smile formed on your face as you considered the thought that maybe this time it was actually happening, that you had actually gotten pregnant. But the smile quickly vanished when you remembered how excited you had been before only to be very disappointed. And it could just be stress that was making your period so late, or... any number of things, you told yourself. Trying not to get your hopes up, you rushed to the bathroom where you had stored a couple pregnancy tests in the cabinet from awhile back. Fingers slightly shaking and lips pressed together in anticipation, you pulled the test out of the wrapper and felt grateful that you’d just drunk a bottle of water not long before. 

Waiting for the test results, you sat on the bathroom floor so that you wouldn’t be staring at the stick the whole time. Your hands curled up into fists and eyes shut, you couldn’t help the images that were now swirling around in your head. Mini Harrys prancing around with their dad, curly hair and blue-green eyes and huge smiles on their tiny faces. You breathed out loudly as you stood up, taking one more deep breath before looking down at the pregnancy test that was sitting on the sink. 

Pregnant.

You couldn’t help the squeal that you let out upon seeing that word glaring up at you, and you didn’t care. You immediately lifted up your shirt to look down at your belly that didn’t look noticeably bigger than usual, but when you put your hands on it to caress it, you noticed that it felt slightly more firm than normal. You didn’t realize that you were crying until a tear fell onto your hand that was pressed to your stomach. This was something you’d been looking forward to for so long, and you couldn’t wait to tell Harry.

Harry.

He would be back in a couple hours now, and you had to figure out how to tell him. You’d always imagined giving your husband something that said “World’s Greatest Dad” to reveal that you were expecting, but you didn’t have the time to order something and you couldn’t wait to tell him. So you decided you had to be creative. 

Searching through Harry’s side of the closet, you quickly found what you were looking for: a plain white t-shirt. You felt a little bad marking it up, but he also had only about ten others that were exactly the same, so you didn’t feel that bad. Shirt in hand, you walked to the kitchen and found a Sharpie in one of the drawers. 

“Alright, try to make this look legible,” you murmured to yourself as you began writing in big letters on the front of the shirt. It was more difficult than you’d anticipated, especially because your hands were still slightly shaking out of excitement, but you were sufficiently satisfied with the result. 

Next, you scrounged around the house for a box to put it in. You knew it wasn’t necessary but you liked the idea of it being a present, it just made it more exciting. After awhile, you finally found a pretty blue box that had contained a gift your mom gave you for your last birthday. Folding up the shirt and placing it delicately inside, you put the lid back on and brought the box back to the kitchen, where you put it on the table. You checked your phone and saw that a couple hours had passed since you’d been looking through your calendar. You smiled, knowing that Harry would be home anytime now. 

But you also felt too wound-up and anxious to just sit down and wait. So you decided to bake. You were really in the mood for chocolate chip cookies, so you started whipping them up and were so distracted with them that you didn’t realize it was now almost 10 o’clock, and you thought Harry would be home by now. You sighed as you took the tray out of the oven, but your mood was immediately lifted when you inhaled the smell of freshly baked cookies and set them on top of the stove. They looked so good you could barely stand waiting for them to cool off. Fortunately, you heard Harry walk through the front door at that point and you couldn’t help but run towards him.

“Harry!” You greeted him with a huge smile and a hug before he could even get his jacket off. 

“Hi there, love,” Harry laughed, surprised by this greeting and even more surprised that you hadn’t fallen asleep yet like you usually did when waiting for him to come home at night. “What’s this about?” He smiled, noticing the smell of freshly baked cookies and realizing how excited you were; it almost looked like you were glowing. 

“I just missed you and I really love you,” you told him sweetly. “Oh, my cookies! Let’s go try my cookies, I just made them,” you added as you dashed back into the kitchen, and Harry tried to keep up with you. 

He smirked when he walked into the kitchen, a look of confusion evident on his face. 

“I love you too,” he told you sweetly with a smile as you munched on your cookies. He’d had such a long day and wasn’t in the best mood before he walked in the door, but he now felt so content. That was one of the things he loved most about you, how you could always bring up his mood just by being yourself. 

After scarfing down a few cookies, you finally took a deep breath and looked up at Harry, biting your lip. 

“Okay, whew,” you breathed out again, and Harry noticed your hands slightly shaking. 

“Babe, what is going on? Please just tell me what’s up, you’re acting so weird.” Something about his soft tone of voice and the way that he was looking at you so sweetly made you start to tear up, and you couldn’t stop the tears as they now fell down your face. You sniffled as you walked over to pick up the box that was on the table, turning toward Harry. 

“What’s going on, my love?” Harry asked again, his concern growing. You smiled up at him, tears still streaming down your face as you handed him the box.

“Just open it, please,” you whispered. Harry took the box, looking as confused as ever, as you stepped away to let him open it. 

You crossed your arms and sniffled again as you waited nervously. 

Slowly lifting off the lid and then picking up the shirt that was folded up in the box, Harry unfolded it and squinted his eyes as he tried to read the barely legible words you’d written in Sharpie on the shirt. 

“What is this... World’s Greatest-” Harry cut himself off as he realized what this meant. Turning to you to find that the tears were now falling uncontrollably from your eyes, he found that tears were now suddenly falling from his own. 

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he whispered, almost inaudibly as he started slowly walking to you.

“You’re going to be a dad,” you whispered back as he engulfed you in one of his giant and tight embraces.  “Oh my God, we’re having a baby. Oh my God,” Harry murmured over and over before kissing the top of your head and then pulling away to sweetly and passionately kiss your lips. 

You started laughing, so happy and full of love for your husband and the growing life inside of you, and Harry started laughing too as he pulled away. 

“Fuck, I love you so much baby,” he told you before crouching down, lifting up your shirt as you had done earlier, and peppering your belly with kisses. “And I love you so much too, baby,” he crooned, placing his hands on your stomach. You smiled, stroking his hair, feeling light and happy and loved.

“I love you so much, Harry. You’re going to be the most amazing dad,” you told your husband, who now looked back up at you, his eyes glistening. 

“I’m gonna be a dad,” he whispered to himself, and now he was almost full-on bawling.

“Come here,” you laughed, bringing him back up to your level. This time, you were the one to pull him in for a hug. And you both felt so loved in that moment, and felt so much love for each other and the little person who neither of you could wait to meet.