summary: the one where harry is dating a latina, y/n and harry are meeting her family for the first time, and harry is stressed that he doesn’t know any spanish
summary: y/n and her brother’s best friend harry m, has some pent up sexual frustration for a while. wouldn’t it be best if they just had a one and done? you know to get it out of their system ;)
warning:smut - handjob, anal play (male recieving), edging
word count: 1800+
summary:Edging Harry has never felt so good ( sub!harry / slight switch!harry)
authors note: this was requested a very long time ago and I haven’t written anything like it before so pls be nice. In saying that though, what more is there to love than sub!harry begging? Enjoy ;) x
Harry’s whimpers echoed around the room as your lips pressed against the column of his neck. While you knew exactly where his sweet spot was, you couldn’t help but want to tease him… a little payback if you will.
Harry was a teasing motherfucker and you took every opportunity to tease him back.
“Mmh, you doing okay baby?” You cooed, your hand wrapped loosely around his leaking cock, giving him just enough pressure to make him go crazy.
You laid beside him, your leg hooked around his so his legs were wide on the bed and your wet core pressed against his outer thigh. At any moment you could stop touching him and decide to ride his thigh instead, which you had… multiple times.
This drove Harry mad, just the feeling of your wet cunt against his skin made him want to grab you and pin you to the bed so he could have his way with you. Then when you stopped touching him and made yourself cum on his thigh? He wanted to spank your ass raw.
But the constant cycle of edging and teasing was getting to his head and all he could think about was orgasming and getting rid of the tight ache in his balls. He’d do anything in that moment just for you to make him cum.
You had used the same consistent pressure for the last 20 minutes, brushing your thumb over his weeping head and giving a tight squeeze every now and then. Harry had been reduced to a blubbering mess, his balls aching so hard it hurt and he honestly didn’t know if he could take anymore edging.
“Please baby, I-I can’t take it. N-need more” Harry whined, his hips bucking to create more friction.
You smirked against his neck and nipped right at the spot above his collar bone, causing a shallow moan to leave his lips. “Aww poor baby wants to come hmm?”
“Y-YES” his voice jumped in volume when you suddenly tugged his cock roughly and pressed your thumb to his slit.
“I’ll let you cum, but I wanna have a little fun first” you lifted your head from his neck to look at him and couldn’t help but smile at how flushed his face was, his forehead slick with sweat.
He looked at you with desperation, his hand grabbing onto your hip tight as you tugged right under his mushroom head.
“F-fun? You’re not having fun already?” He puffed, slightly frustrated at how much you were enjoying his suffering. You didn’t bother replying and let go of his cock to grip his jaw and manoeuvre so you were hovering over him.
“Hands and knees H” you demanded, licking the pre-cum that had transferred to his face off his jaw before you let go of him and rolled so you were sitting beside him.
He moaned at your words and flipped so he was on his knees, resting on his forearms with his head dipped to the bed. His thighs shook as he got in position, and the slight humiliation he felt from being so exposed only made him ache more.
The two of you had experimented in ass play… both ways before and fucking hell did he love it. Orgasms never felt better than with your nimble fingers pressed to his g-spot or your tongue on his rim.
“Such a good boy Harry” you cooed, running a teasing hand down the middle of his back to his cheeks as you got in position behind him.
He let out a breathy moan as you spread his cheeks and spat directly onto his clenching hole. You used a finger to rub the saliva around his rim, then down along his taint. His hips rutted against you, trying to follow the touch of your finger but before he could get too far you abruptly spanked his right cheek.
“Fuck” he cursed, feeling his cock twitch at the pain.
“Be good, otherwise you won’t cum at all” you warned, a drawl in your voice as you soothed the place you just hit him.
You went right to work, spreading his cheeks again and licking a stripe from his balls up to his rim, taking your time to add pressure right on his taint. Harry released a deep moan when you pressed there, hands clutching the duvet as he panted.
Keeping one hand to spread his cheeks, the other reached around his hip and tugged on his cock. You wiggled your tongue against his rim, pushing it just past the tight rim of muscles before coming out again and flicking against it.
“Fuck baby, feels so-feels so….” Harry was incoherent and you were loving the effect your touch had on him. You were dripping down your thighs just at the sounds he was making.
“Yeah? Doing a good job?” You asked, digging your nails a little deeper into his cheek as you lapped at his rim and continued to jerk him off in slow strokes.
“B-best job, you’re so so good” he mumbled, desperately trying not to cum since you hadn’t told him he could. And he really didn’t want you to edge him another time.
“Want my fingers pretty boy?” You spread his cheeks with both hands again and let a trail of spit dribble onto his rim, watching as it slid down to his balls.
“Y-yes! Please, want them so bad” he gasped, rutting his hips back as the cool air hitting your saliva sent a chill through him.
“How about, you cum now… or you can have my fingers and cum later?” You hummed, running the tip of your nail through the trail of saliva, moving back and forth along his taint.
“That’s not fair” he whined, nearly crying at the two options being separate from each other. He wanted both… although he would’ve taken anything that made him cum right now.
You leaned over him and grabbed a thick fist of hair, pulling his head back so you could see his face. “Don’t be greedy, you wanna know what happens to greedy boys?” You whispered harshly in his ear.
Harry whined at the tightness of his scalp and flicked his eyes to where your face was pressed against his. “W-what?”
“I get to cum and you don’t, and you get to watch me while it happens”
The thought alone made Harry shudder and that’s ignoring the fact that your bare, naked body was pressed against his hot back. He could feel your pebbled nipples on his skin and he knew that he wouldn’t even last if you made yourself cum in front of him.
“F-fingers” he stuttered, not being able to say anything else.
“Good choice pretty boy” you praised, releasing his hair and settling back on your knees so your legs were folded beneath you.
With your saliva still glistening on Harry’s skin, you spat on your own fingers for more lubrication before bringing them back up to his clenching hole. You gripped his cheek with your other hand then slowly pushed your finger into him.
Harry let out a groan at the sensation, clenching around your finger in reflex. “Relax baby” you cooed, pressing a kiss to his heated cheek as you pumped your finger in and out at a decent pace.
“Fuckkkk” Harry moaned, unable to hold himself on his forearms anymore. His cheek pressed against the bed and his hands clutched the duvet as you inserted another finger without warning, this time in hard thrusts that had Harry shaking.
The twinge of pain he felt as your fingers stretched him open only added to his pleasure and he was already so on edge that he could feel his balls screaming to release.
“Please lemme cum. Please” he mumbled, unable to stop his thighs from shaking. But he wanted to be good for you, all he wanted was your praise and that wouldn’t happen if he came without permission.
“Already need to cum? Can’t last too long can you H” you degraded, increasing the speed and strength of your two fingers. Then you slipped a third finger in easily, the intrusion causing Harry to let out a small cry.
He was becoming overstimulated quickly, way too quickly that he was in pain from holding onto his release so long. God, and your degrading words only tipped him closer to the edge.
The sound of his whines were making you drip, your thighs were slick from your arousal and you couldn’t take much more before you had to cum. Poor Harry had been on edge for a lot longer than you… yet you only got more turned on at how much he was begging to cum.
“You whine so cute baby, got me so wet for you, can feel it down my thighs” you said gently, pressing kisses to his skin between each word.
Harry moaned at your words, squeezing his eyes shut and fisting his hands in the duvet to try and subside the aching and twisting in his stomach.
“Please! Please baby, need to cum. I-I can’t hold it” Harry begged once again, tears falling from his eyes at the uncomfortable feeling.
“Go on H, cum for me” you slowed your fingers and wrapped your hand around his cock, gently stroking as he finally came.
Harry released with a loud cry, thick ribbons flying out of him in such force his knees wobbled beneath him. The feeling was indescribable, the tight ache in his balls suddenly lifting and becoming euphoric. It felt like his orgasm went on forever, his cum forming a puddle on the bed.
With your soft words of encouragement and the very light touch of your hand on his cock, he was in pure heaven. His mind was hazy and he felt frozen in his position, even as his orgasm stopped and your fingers disappeared from him.
He felt you move beside him and pull him onto his side so he laid beside the pool of cum on the bed. You pulled him to your chest and ran your hand through his air, knowing just how tired and overstimulated he must’ve felt.
You were the exact same way when roles were reversed.
“You did so good for me baby, I’m so proud of you. I love you so much” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead as he held onto you tight. His breathing was already heavy and you knew he’d fall asleep soon.
“I love you more” he whispered. You smiled to yourself and closed your eyes, ignoring the wetness between your legs and the ache in your clit. He’d take care of you tomorrow.
That thought flew out your mind when you felt his fingers creep down your stomach towards your mound. “Harry you don’t-”
You couldn’t even finish your sentence because before you knew Harry suddenly had a burst of energy and was nestled between your legs, his mouth curled up in a smirk as his hot breath fanned over you.
— In this dystopian world, Brinley sets off to get supplies for her sick mother and younger sister. She bumps into a snarky, arrogant man who saves her life and somehow this forces them into a bond that neither of them asked for and is purely for survival. At least that’s what they keep telling each other.
Tags and General Warnings: graphic depictions of scenes, slow burn, smut, angst, apocalyptic/dystopian AU *Will update warnings list as needed*
Brinley has known this way of life since she was 10 years old. Now being 23, it feels like she knows everything and nothing at the same time. Her mother and little sister, Alayna, live in the outskirts of the city, in a home that’s been their refuge from dangers that live outside their walls - particularly once night falls.
Every 3 months there’s a drop off of supplies, which their mom normally takes care of. This time she’s sick, so now it’s Brinley’s turn to take charge. But what happens when things don’t go according to plan? When she meets a certain curly-haired stranger? Her mom never warned her about this. Why does he make her feel terrified but safe at the same time? Who is he?
Well, only one way to find out.
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General warnings: graphic depictions of scenes, slow burn, smut, angst, apocalyptic/dystopian AU
summary: harry has to stop his show because his wife’s water breaks
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“Come on girls we’re gonna be late.” Y/N tells her daughters as they quickly hang their designer clothes on Harry’s clothing rack.
The mother of four was holding her youngest child Marley who was already wearing her sticker decorated soundproof headphones that were specially made for loud concerts.
As the three girls trail out of their fathers dressing room they swiftly put on their face masks along with their headphones.
With the help of Glenne and Jeff, Y/N and her children safely make it to the arenas floor behind a barricade. Harry was preforming his third song on the setlist when he sees his daughters jumping around.
He soon makes eye contact with his nine month old pregnant wife who gives him a slight wave. His giggles were heard once the toddler in Y/N’s grip screams so loud that the mother shuts her eyes.
Even though you couldn’t see her face fully, you could tell she was laughing the way her eyes crinkled up.
“My family is here tonight! Yay!” Harry shouts watching his three girls excitedly yell. Everyone in the crowd begins to scream and turn their attention to the Styles family.
Y/N’s fifth pregnancy was very public. Everyone knew once some pictures came out of her eating ice cream in Italy with a small bump. It made the fandom go insane.
The pregnant mother nods as a bunch of flashes go off around the arena.
Harry soon begins to sing his next song which was Watermelon Sugar. Everything was fine until Y/N got a sharp pain in her stomach, a familiar feeling.
In a flash Y/N sets Marley down on a tour equipment box before darting backstage clutching onto her pregnant belly. As she was bout to open the dressing room door she feels a slow trickle go down her jean clad legs.
“Shit!”
Multiple contractions hit Y/N who was trying her hardest to change out of her wet pants but every sharp pain made her halt. She gasps falling onto her knees grabbing the couch for support.
She thought after having four children maybe giving birth to twins won’t be much of a hassle. Yeah she thought wrong.
Y/N does not notice the shouts coming from the crowd or that her husband has stopped singing, not even when the door opens.
“Baby are you okay?” Harry voice makes her look up to see him out of breath. She immediately tries to get up but a contraction makes her wince loudly. “You’re water broke.” He realizes when he sees her inner thighs wet.
“Y-You should be out there—”
“I’m not leaving you.” Harry softly tells her. He kisses her head before helping her up onto the couch.
He swiftly takes off his wife’s pants and panties replacing them with his boxers and sweats. After she’s dressed he quickly rushes to change out of his polkadot pants and sheer top.
Before leaving the arena Y/N makes sure her children will listen to Jeff and Glenne because she knew how they could be troublemakers sometimes.
“Please listen. Also no sweets after ten!” Y/N shouts as Harry drags her away.
The ride to the hospital was not that long but in Harry’s opinion it was lengthy. He just wanted to hurry up because he knew his wife was in pain.
With all her pregnancies he had never seen her look so much in discomfort before. Maybe it was because there was two babies inside of her but he knew she could get through it.
She was a strong woman.
“Harry can you stop looking at me like that.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she moves to face the other way. He shrugs his shoulders with a smile before moving to the other side of the hospital bed.
She cracks a grin when she feels him slowly sink down onto the bed. He was about to say something but the nurse walking in stops him.
“Ms. Styles ready for your second dose of epidural?”
Y/N’s nods as she turns onto her side so they could insert the needle into her spine. When she feels a prick going into her skin she let’s out a sigh in relief.
Shortly she feels her legs go slightly numb making her relax into the bed.
Soon Y/N and Harry both get informed about one of the baby’s already crowning meaning she’s going to have to push.
“Push!”
Y/N groans as she tightly holds onto Harry’s ringed hand. He begins to whisper sweet nothings to her when he sees that she’s not pushing anymore.
Sweat was dripping from her forehead, mascara smeared under her eyes, her red stained lips were now patchy. She had never felt so ugly before but her husband was looking down at her like she was the only woman in the world.
Y/N soon pushes once again making the doctor and nurses shout encouragingly. She continues to push until she hears a loud cry.
“It’s a girl!”
Y/N leans up on her elbows to see the nurse holding a gooey baby. Harry quickly rushes over to the newborn after getting called to cut the umbilical cord.
After the nurse takes the baby to clean her up Harry runs back to his wife’s side.
“Ms. Styles are you ready to push again?” The doctor questions which makes her give him a dirty look. “I’m guessing that’s a yes.” He laughs.
Immediately Y/N begins to push wanting her last baby out of her. Harry pushes back her hair that had fell in her face before grabbing her clenched hand.
She begins to notice that this baby was being difficult and didn’t want to come out. She lets out a cry when she feels him slowly begin to crown.
“Your such an amazing mother to the kids we have right now. Imagine how you’re gonna be with twins.” Harry whispers into her ear which encourages her to push.
“Almost there!” The nurse shouts grabbing a baby blanket preparing for the second birth.
Y/N begin to cry at the pain.
“I can’t do it! I can’t!”
“Baby look at me.” Harry softly grabs her face. “Take a deep breath and push.” He gives her a small smile.
With all the strength Y/N had left she pushed.
Small multiple wails were heard making her fall back onto the bed exhausted. Soon she falls into deep sleep ignoring everything around her.
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Y/N wakes up to a baby crying. Swiftly she turns her head to see Harry bouncing a baby who was wrapped in a pink blanket.
“Is she hungry?” Y/N’s raspy voice speaks up making Harry immediately rush over to her with a smile.
“Yes she is.” He tells her making her unbutton the hospital gown she was wearing.
Harry softly lays the baby onto Y/N’s chest. The newborn quickly latches on without any problems which surprised the mother but soon she relaxes and stares down lovingly at her daughter.
It was a moment Harry wanted to remember forever.
“Do the twins have names yet?” Y/N asks Harry not taking her eyes off her daughter.
“No, I waited for you to wake up.” He tells her as he picks up his sleeping son, his only son.
It was quite funny in Y/N’s opinion that there were five girls and one boy. She knew that he definitely was going to be raised right.
“What about Cher and Sonny?” Y/N finally looks up to see her son. He looked so precious, she wanted to cry.
Their first son.
“Like Sonny and Cher the pop duo?” Harry grins moving to lay down next to his wife. He kisses her cheek before leaning his head on his shoulder.
Y/N Styles, a mother of six shares her beauty secrets.
warnings: none
summary: y/n doing vogue’s beauty secrets ft. harry and their kids
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“Hi Vogue I’m Y/N Styles and today I’m going to show you my everyday skincare routine along with a makeup look.” Y/N introduces herself as she pulls a fluffy pink headband on that probably belonged to her five year old daughter.
The bathroom she was in looked ginormous. A black oval bathtub had multiple colored towels thrown over the ledge.
Behind her was a familiar pink robe hanging on a hook of the door that Harry wore one time during an interview.
“First I’ll wet my face with cold water. Cold water especially makes you look refreshed along with boosting your circulation.” She says fixing the t-shirt she was wearing which was actually her husband’s old Rolling Stones shirt.
She was about to speak about her face wash but a loud cry makes her stop. She playfully rolls her eyes when she hears a few hushes and giggles.
Her children were eavesdropping on her.
“The cleanser I use is from Acne Expert Skincare. I’ve been using it ever since I was pregnant with my first born. This is the only cleanser that has made my face clear up while pregnant.” Y/N explains as she holds up a white bottle.
After she rinses the cleanser off she grabs a towel and dries her face.
“Then I will put this purifying serum on. I love this product so much. It’ll make you have a glow.” She speaks as she drops a little bit of serum on her cheeks before rubbing it in.
It definitely made her skin look flawless.
“Next I will use my acne cream. Since I have six children they all will touch my face throughout the day, so putting on this cream will really protect my skin from breaking out.” Y/N says as she rubs the cream all over her face.
Suddenly the bathroom door slams open. Multiple children were seen giggling and smiling at their mother who just stared at them with a grin.
“Can we help you mommy?” Juliet, the oldest Styles child questions her mom who nods.
Swiftly all four children rush to grab their step stools in the bathroom closet. Soon they all line the stools up next to their mother who was stood in front of the marble counter.
The four girls all nod when Y/N asks them if their ready.
“After putting on my acne cream I will put on my moisturizer that has SPF. Sunscreen is very important in this family.” Y/N expresses as she puts a dollop of moisturizer on each girls face.
“Yes it is!” Iris giggles as she rubs the cream all over her face.
Before moving on Y/N makes sure her daughters have rubbed all of the moisturizer in. With a nod of her head she grabs her cat decorated makeup bag which makes the girls shout excitedly.
They loved playing with makeup.
“First I will put on my Glossier skin tint. I hate how foundation is so heavy that’s why I love this because it’s lightweight coverage.” She says as she blends out the skin tint with her ring finger.
Juliet, Iris, Luna and Marley were all staring at their mother with pure adoration in their eyes. They truly idolized their mother which was so adorable.
“Next is blush. Rare Beauty is my all time favorite makeup brand and the blush they have is so good.” Y/N praises putting on a dab of cream blush on each one of her daughters cheeks. She hands them all oval brushes before blending her own blush stained cheeks.
The scene genuinely looked cute. Two daughters were on either side of Y/N as they copy their mother’s actions.
“Ladies! What is going on?”
Y/N turns around to see her husband holding their seven month old twins with a large grin on his face.
“We are doing makeup daddy!” Marley lisps as she points to the counter. He nods still grinning moving out of frame so they could continue.
Y/N smiles at Harry who leans against the counter staring at her intently. The babies in his arms were passed out, drooling against his bare chest.
She loved him so much.
“Next mommy will usually put on red lipstick.” Juliet says as she grabs the red Gucci lipstick out of her mom’s makeup bag. She looks at her mother to double check and when she nods she begins to swipe the lipstick onto her little sister’s lips.
Harry sighs lovingly at the sight. He loved them so much. They were the light of his life, his sun, the reason to make music, the reason to wake up every morning with a pep in his step.
“I hope Gem is watching this.” Luna randomly shouts making everyone in the room laugh.
The public had a field day when they found out Harry Styles had an affair with his personal assistant.
Rory had ran to TMZ the day after she caught him in bed with Y/N. Articles were coming out left and right talking about the scandal. They mostly were bashing Y/N leaving Harry out of it.
Every magazine and tea page was writing about her. It was definitely misogyny and Harry hated it.
During the days Y/N stayed home and did work from his place where she was cooped up in. Randomly she caught a stomach flu after eating food that Harry had brought home one day.
“Darling I’m going to work. Text me if anything.” Harry whispers in Y/N’s ear. She nods half asleep before feeling his body lift off the bed.
She was to lazy to get up and it was the first morning without her getting woken up by the feeling of vomit coming up her throat.
She quickly falls back to sleep for a while, exhausted from staying up all night taking to her father.
The loud door bell ringing through the large house makes Y/N wake up. In a hurry she slips on one of Harry’s white button up shirts along with a pair of his grey sweats.
Y/N rushes down the stairs as she ties her hair up in a scrunchie attempting to look like she hadn’t just woken up.
But thankfully when she opened up the door it was the maid Lydia.
“Y/N! How have you been?” Lydia smiles walking in with her cleaning items. Y/N moves to help her carrying the large vacuum.
“I’m good thank you Lydia. What about you?”
Lydia could tell that the girl wasn’t fine. Her eye bags show how exhausted she was.
“Amazing. The kids are going back to school so I’m doing very well.” Lydia laughs making Y/N let out a little smile.
Lydia liked Y/N. She kind of had an idea of what was happening between her and Harry, it was obvious. In her opinion she thought they deserved each other but the public thought otherwise.
“That’s great.“
All morning Y/N was catching up on Harry’s emails, he had a lot. Furniture companies, florists, construction companies, etc. He had many people applying to work for his company and it was her decision to hire them or not.
She worked mostly in his office because it had been her safe place over the past days. The shelves of books reminded her of the bookstore that her father owned back home.
Y/N continues to work for a while going through emails, making dates on Harry’s calendar, hiring people for the available positions, rummaging through paperwork, answering calls.
A knock on the door interrupts Y/N making her look up from the computer.
“Sorry to interrupt you Y/N but I’m done and I was wondering if you want me to go shopping for you. The fridge is almost empty and I have about an hour left—“
“Lydia thank you but that’s fine. I’ll go shopping, go home.” Y/N tells her as she stands up from the desk chair.
“Are you sure. I can go it won’t be a bother.” Lydia smiles reassuring Y/N but she just shakes her head.
“It’s really fine. You have free time to do whatever you want.” She tells the maid as she leans in to hug her. Secretly she pulls out a hundred dollar bill and slips it in her work apron. Y/N’s salary was one of the most payed jobs in Harry’s company and she used the money for good.
After Lydia left Y/N changes in the clothes that Harry had brought over from her apartment. She puts on a navy blue long sleeve button crop top with a pair of blue jeans and Chanel heels. She also decides on wearing one of Harry’s blazers.
As she walks down the hallway she notices black trash bags piled on top of each other. With furrowed brows she makes her way to the stack of bags opening them to reveal bright pastel clothes.
Specifically Rory’s clothes.
Y/N pulls out her phone to call Harry and ask what he wants to do with them.
“Is everything alright darling?”
“Yeah uh what do you want me to do with Rory’s clothes?” Y/N questions rocking back and forth on her feet waiting for an answer.
“You can take them to thrift stores or keep them if you want.” He tells her.
“I’ll just take them to thrift stores, her clothes are…something.” Y/N says making him let out a breathy laugh.
“Do you want me to go with you? I’m almost done with paperwork and—“
“Harry it’s fine. I haven’t been out for a long time, I kind of miss the city.” She cuts him off making him laugh once again.
“You hate the city.” He retorts. She really did hate the city but got used to it. They talk for a little while more until he gets a call.
Y/N puts on her location to reassure him before heading out of the house. As she walks to the Range Rover Harry’s neighbors who were planting gave her a dirty look.
Of course they knew what was happening.
She ignores it as she places the two trash bags full of clothes in the backseat. She kept getting dirty looks from the two individuals and hated it but she couldn’t do nothing about it.
The divorce was still processing and under court order she was told not to speak about the scandal unless it’s with her and Harry’s lawyer.
She first went to the thrift stores located outside of Hampstead. Soho is where she lived and where Harry’s company headquarters were located at.
Right as Y/N walked out of the shop she spots a few teenagers secretly taking photos of her on their phones. She ignores it of course.
The second stop was at the market to pick up groceries for Harry. That was the least she could do after almost ruining his career.
But that plan quickly changed after a bunch of camera flashes bombarded her right after she got out of the car.
Her anxiety levels started to increase along with her breathing. In a hurry she rushes inside of the grocery store as she clutches on to her tote bag.
Right as Y/N walks in the store a nasty smell hits her making her sick. She quickly walks towards the back of the store where the bathroom’s were located at.
It doesn’t help that the people she passes by look at her with disgust. She had to put her hand on her mouth to stop her from throwing up all over the floor.
Luckily there was nobody in the bathroom to see her kick open a stall door and fall to her knees.
With the feeling of everyone hating her and the sickness everyday made her borderline in distress. In the back of her mind there was a thought that there was a slight chance of her being pregnant.
“Fuck the groceries.”
In a hurry Y/N rushes to the female products isle and grabs a variety of pregnancy tests. After she scurries to a cash register ignoring the dirty look that the worker gives her.
This definitely was going to be in the tabloids later and she needed to find out before they came out.
It was hectic right as she stepped outside the building. A bunch of cameras go off as Y/N makes her way to the parked Range Rover on the sidewalk.
She speeds to her father’s apartment that was located in West Hempstead. Her hands were slightly shaking on the wheel as she tries to control her breathing.
What would happen if she was pregnant? It was a bad time to get pregnant. Rory had the last name Styles still and a divorce takes up to six months. She hadn’t even met Harry’s parents, she didn’t even know if they wanted to meet her—she didn’t even know if they liked her.
Traffic was bad because it was around twelve which meant everyone was at lunch. It made her even more stressed out.
When she arrives she swiftly parks the car and grabs her tote bag full of pregnancy tests right before jumping out of the car.
Y/N was greeted by the usual doorman Robbie but she ignores him too in a hurry. She just needed to talk to her father.
She hurries into a lift and excessively presses the button to close the doors not wanting anyone to join her. She clutches onto her bag for dear life, worried for her life.
Right when the doors open Y/N races down the hallway and to her dad’s apartment. When she reaches his flat she bangs her fist on his door.
Seconds later the door was flung open to reveal Charlie.
“Hey what happened—“
“I think I’m pregnant and it’s Harry’s.” She rushes out slamming the door behind her. Her father’s face drops looking confused.
“What?” He furrows his brows.
“I’ve been throwing up all week.” Y/N tells him as she walks past his frozen figure.
“So you think your pregnant?”
“Well…yeah. That’s why I got these.” She says pulling a pregnancy test out of her bag making his eyes widen.
“Anybody else know?” He asks her moving to grab her a water.
“No. Only you.” She mutters putting the test back in her bag. She accepts the water because she’s going to have to pee multiple times.
After about three bottles of water Y/N needed to pee and raced to the bathroom with her bag. She slams the door shut before moving to sit crisscross on the floor. She empties the bag onto the tile and reads every direction written on the box.
After going peeing on about four tests she waits. She hated fucking waiting, especially in this occasion.
Y/N knew her father’s heart was racing out there. He had a dislike for Harry and she knew that but she also knew that he would support her no matter what.
She was walking in literal circles making her go slightly insane but the bathroom door opening is what makes her freeze.
“Darling?”
Harry’s voice makes her alarmed. He must’ve gotten informed that his mistress/girlfriend was seen buying pregnancy tests and the tests were all laid out on the bathroom counter which he could obviously see.
Y/N turns around to see Harry staring intently at her. She grows scared seeing him in the doorway looking confused.
“Harry—“ She gets interrupted by a timer going off on her phone making her head snap to the tests on the counter.
They all had plus signs.
“Fuck.” Y/N mumbles staring down at the tests as Harry’s ringed hand moves to grab one.
“Does this mean your pregnant?” He asks making eye contact with her. She looked scared.
“I think so.” She says her eyes getting watery making Harry rush to her.
“Hey baby. It’s gonna be fine—“
“No it’s not. The world already hates me and they are going to hate me more.” She cuts him off sobbing into his neck.
Y/N was pregnant with his child and he was going to do everything to protect them.
“Fuck everyone. I want to have a baby with you. I-I want a family with you.” Harry tells her in full honestly which makes her pull her head out of the crook of his neck.
“You want a family with me?” She asks quietly with tears running down her face.
