Fine Line Era Masterlist

fine line era masterlist

a collection of my favourite fics for the almighty fine line era <3

golden

i can feel you take control - @tobesolonely

instagram post - @sunnyflowervol18

instagram post - @harrysfolklore

instagram post - @satanhalsey

golden (bts) - @astranva

golden - @astranva

malato de’amore - @muffindaddystyles

happiness looks good on you - @finelinevogue

golden - @angelisverba

golden - @brwnskin-bunnyteeth

watermelon sugar

watermelon sugar (bts) - @astranva

candy girl - @songbirdstyles

strawberries on a summer evening - @ibelieveinharrystyles

i just wanna taste it - @hunflowers

sherbert - @moonchildstyles

i just want to taste it - @harrysgoldenbum

subspace blurb - @honeydulcewrites

watermelon sugar high - @goldencherryhazz

just little old me - @marvelouspeterparker

and the grammy goes to - @goldencherryhazz

changes - @sunflowervolvimp3

forbidden fruit - @all-things-fic

rose tinted - @kiss-inthekitchen

watermelon sugar - @perksofbeingaharrie

watermelon sugar (high) - @strawberriestyles

adore you

adore you - @fromyourstrulyh

adore you - @wildcherryhs

cant help but love him - @harrysgoldenline

lights up

cherry

cherry - @goldencherryharry

falling

falling duet - @astranva

falling - @harryxmac

falling - @imagine-that-one-thing

falling in love on tour - @iguessweallcrazyithinktho

to be so lonely

tbsl - @honeyedrasp

sunflower vol. 6

my sunflower drabbles - @hstyles-1994

kiss in the kitchen - @pinencurls

sunflowers vol 1-5 - @helladirections

sunflower vol 6 - @theficplug

sunflower vol 6 - @blufirre

canyon moon

canyon moon - @gucciwins

desert - @bfharry

our canyon moon - @finelinevogue

under the canyon moon - @havethetimeofyourstyles

tpwk

tpwk music video - @astranva

keep on dancing - @finelinevogue

fine line

fine line - @chaashni

fine line - @wonderrdies

one more time - @permanentcrossfics

miscellaneous

my muse - @harrysgoldenline

listening to the album with h - @finelinevogue

could you make a master post of all of your shy/anxious reader blurbs? ❤️

IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO MAKE THIS I FEEL GUILTY

Anxious reader bra shopping with harry,

Anxious reader having an asthma attack at harrys company

Reader gets hurt and is afraid harry is pissed

Reader having shitty parents

Not an anxious reader but harry trying to calm his anxious poc baby???

Readers friend dying

Reader is all panicked while harrys on stage and the management lashes on reader

harry and reader baking together to get rid of stress

harry orders for anxious reader and things go ruckus

Latina Edition ❤️

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Full Masterlist

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\ Harry meets Y/N’s family

\ Harry’s baby being angry & pouty at him in Spanish (request)

\ Harry’s baby calling him Papi

\ Harry talks about his bilingual (thanks to his wife) toddler during an interview

\ Y/N assured Harry that he’ll do fine at his first solo interview

\ Harry has a one night stand with his interviewer

\ Harry meets a slightly insecure girl in the Dominican Republic

\ Harry is nervous for his first solo interview

\ Harry is nervous about his and Y/N’s baby getting her ears pierced (short)

\ Harry fucks his younger, Latina girlfriend (home from college) while her parents are home (request)

\ daddy!h, painted nails, pure smut

GIF/PIC IMAGINES:

Not good enough.

Summary: He might be the worst boyfriend ever, but at least he didn't cheat.... Right?

Word count: 3k

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Harry never thought he would be sitting in front of his girlfriend, talking about something he did they both never imagined would happen. Their relationship was great, at first. They were in love, well, y/n was, Harry never said those three words until 18 months into the relationship, when she felt like he was forced to date her, although he was the one that asked her to go on a date, but he reassured her and told her that he in fact loved her but was to scared to admit it to himself because this was the most serious relationship he had ever been on.

Once, Harry was out buying groceries and stumbled across a pretty tanned brunette wearing an all black outfit that consisted of skinnies, crop top, sneakers and designer bag, her face was covered in glam makeup that was done so perfectly, straight hair parted in the middle and reached the bottom of her back, she was tall and skinny yet curvy in all the right places. That was like a breath of fresh air for Harry. You see? His girlfriend was not the definition of nowadays' perfect. She wore sweaters and pants all the time, never let her hair grow past her shoulders and wore it in a ponytail most of the time, the only makeup she had was gifted to her by family and friends that she never used except for special occasions, her stomach was not flat, her thighs touched, and she was short, almost too short.

Not thinking anything about it, Harry approached the girl and she talked to him with a smile on her face, teeth straight unlike y/n who still had her braces. The girl was confident and may he say a little bit flirty too? He loved that. His girlfriend was nowhere near that, she was shy and would get an anxiety attack if she would go to the store alone.

So they exchanged numbers with a promise of seeing each other again soon, leaving with a wink from him and lip biting from her. And that's how their "friendship" started.

But everything took a turn when Harry received a text from that girl on a Friday evening, telling him that a couple of her friends decided to go out for drinks at this local club and that she wanted him to tag along. He didn't put much thought into it and agreed. Y/n never liked going out, she preferred cuddling in bed and watching reruns of her favourite shows, so he jumped at the opportunity of going out every chance he gets.

Everything became blurry by his fifth drink, and by his seventh, he didn't remember a thing.

So when he woke the next morning, naked and in an unfamiliar bed and room. Harry panicked, but when he looked over at who was next to him in bed, just to find it was that girl, he relaxed. At least he got some from somebody he could trust. It had been a long time since he did.

Now I know what you're thinking, didn't he have a girlfriend that would satisfy him? Well, her answer to when he asked her if they could do it was something about waiting until marriage, which was ridiculous to Harry, no one did that anymore, but he respected her wishes anyways, and settled on pleasuring himself instead.

He didn't regret that night, in fact, they agreed on keeping it that way, one can say they were friends with benefits now.

Harry and y/n didn't live together although they've been a couple for nearly three years, and Harry was thankful for that, it may sound mean, but y/n was super clingy, god knows how many texts she sent him a day to check up on him and ask how his day had been even if they saw each other the day before, would cuddle him like a koala to the point it gets uncomfortable, he just liked having his own personal space. 

He never ignored her calls though since she didn't do it often, would call only if it was an emergency or had something important to say, so when she called him at eight at night to bring her medicine from the store because she had the flu and couldn't move and he didn't pick up, she got worried, millions of bad scenarios started popping up in her head, and with every strength she had left in her body (which was very little by the way) she drove to his house to check on him.

Harry was not expecting any guests that day, so he invited that girl over for some fun. But when they were interrupted mid make-out session by soft knocks on the door, he got angry and didn't give a fuck about who was at the door, poor little y/n got the startle of her life when her boyfriend opened the door and screamed "what!?" on her face.

"I-I'm sorry," she wiped her runny nose, "I called you, but you didn't pick up and you always do, so I got worried that something wrong happened and you weren't able to"

She was sent back home with "nothing's wrong, just go back home," she was disappointed, she thought maybe he would notice the fact she had a fever and was wrapped in her winter coat even though it was only early September. But like she always did, she took the blame, telling herself that maybe he was busy with work and was not able to pick up the phone, and that if she wasn't too clingy he wouldn't get mad. So she buried herself under her covers after a quick trip to the pharmacy and tried to take a nap even though she knew she would wake up in fifteen minutes to vomit.

The next time she saw him, he came over. It was very rare for him to come to her small apartment, but she loved it everytime, except this time.

The day prior, y/n went out to buy Harry a gift as an apology for being clingy and worried, but somehow the paparazzi found her in the parking lot. She was never one to ignore people, so she talked to the three nice men there, they were just doing their job and she wanted to help them so they would be able to buy food and clothes. Life is expensive, she knew that because she was struggling herself. So she answered the questions that were about her, they weren't a big deal, just simple ones like "how have you been ?" "Any plans for after college ?" And  "what are your opinions on this ?". She declined answering questions that were about Harry's job, telling them that it was not her place to do so.

"Is Harry good for you, y/n ?"

She couldn't help herself and answer that one in particular, a big smile on her face.

"The absolute best, couldn't ask for more"

She thought that that would make him happy, that he would give her a kiss when he sees her and tell her that he loves her and also couldn't ask for a better girlfriend.

But oh boy, his reaction was the exact opposite.

He was yelling at her, face red and eyes angry. He told her that she shouldn't have talked to those men, that she should've just got in her car and drove away, that this was not what they agreed on when they started dating.

"I'm so sorry, t-they were nice to me and I couldn't just ignore them"

"What were you even doing at the gift store, y/n ?" He was a lot more calmer now, but his facial expressions said otherwise.

"I-I was getting you a gift to say sorry for the last time, it-it's right here, I can show it to you"

"I don't want your gifts! Just- don't fucking do that again, if you see paparazzi, drive the other way, I don't care, just don't talk to them, you'll ruin everything" and he was out of the door.

Later that night, after y/n made tea to calm herself down and was watching movies with a pout on her face, she received a text. Thinking it was probably her mother checking on her, she opened it.

"Tweet an apology now, order from Jeff"

So with shaking hands and blurry eyes, she opened twitter and typed a short message before shutting off her phone and crying herself to sleep.

When she woke up the next morning, she really was not expecting the feedback that came.

"What are you apologising for? You were the sweetest to them !"

"I may hate you but I can't say that you weren't nice to those paparazzi"

That one made her smile.

"No need to be sorry, sweetheart! You were so nice to us yesterday, never met a person as kind as you!"

It was one of the paparazzi she talked to.

Among all those replies and quoted tweets, one in particular caught her attention.

One of y/n's favourite drag queens was no other than Alyssa Edwards. She thought she was very beautiful, very funny and very talented. Whenever she feels down she always watches her and her mood instantly lifts up. So when she saw her tweeting her, she freaked out, as one does obviously.

""I apologise for wasting those paparazzi's time yesterday" shut the fuck up. You did absolutely nothing, you were so sweet and respectful, the world does not deserve you ❤️ Who made you apologize? I'm ready to fight a bitch"

That made her day better and brighter and even though she was sad over what happened between her and Harry nothing would stop her from celebrating her happy moment. So she got off her coach and made an apple pie from some leftover apples she had and ate some of it and gave the rest to her neighbour who has two little boys who absolutely adore y/n.

Harry on the other hand, was confused. She was supposed to get hate, that was what happened everytime she tweets, rude comments would be flying from every direction. He knew she was not at fault, but it still got him angry, he told her to always ignore the paparazzi and never talk to them, but she went against his words. So to forget the anger he was feeling, he called that girl and they got drunk together, the last thing he remembered was carrying her to his bed.

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Y/n discovered Harry's dirty little secret, saying she was hurt was an understatement.

They were on a date after weeks of not talking. He took her to some random diner in this area that felt a bit sketchy, but nonetheless, she tried her best to have fun with her oh so called boyfriend.

It happened when he went to get their order and his phone dinged. It was not her fault, though! He put it in the wrong direction so it was facing her, so when she heard it she looked up as a reflex, but she wished she just kept looking down at her phone instead.

"Still up for tonight? I got this new set I know you'll like ;)"

Immediately, she knew what it was about, she didn't care who it was from, she just wanted to get the hell away from him.

"Where are you going ?" Harry asked when he saw her standing up and putting her coat on.

"L-last minute call from work, I-I need to go."

She didn't bother to hear whatever he had to say knowing he would probably yell at her and ran out of that place, quickly getting into her car (because he didn't want to go over to her neighbourhood and pick her up, something about it being a dangerous place) and drove away from him.

He called and texted her, more than he was used to, but they weren't nice words, she knew if he left her a voicemail it would be just him yelling at her. But she didn't care, she didn't want him anymore, she just wanted all this to be over. So she mastered enough courage (it took her a week), and went over to his house to finally confront him.

Harry was shocked to see her at his doorstep, asking her what she was doing there. The girl was there, she knew it from his eyes, their relationship may have been a big failure, but she still knew him better than anyone, she could read the panic in his eyes, but she still didn't care, she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.

The girl was pretty, she understood why he cheated on her with her, she was what people these days call perfect, but it didn't make the situation any less painful.

"C-can you please go to the other room? I need to talk to him. It won't take long, promise"

So here they are now, sitting on that awful couch, waiting for him to explain himself.

"I-I just don't understand" she runs a hand through her hair "what did I do wrong? I've loved you with all my heart and soul, I gave you my everything. Was it sex? Is it because I wanted to wait ?"

"You wanted to wait until marriage, y/n. How am I supposed to wait that long?" 

Now, here's the thing about y/n, she never - and I mean never - gets angry. She was known to be the calmest person by everyone that knew her. No matter what situation she would be in, she'd remain so calm and collected. But now, she felt furious! She felt like beating him up to the point he would feel the pain he is causing her.

"Are you fucking serious!?" Her arms fly up as she exclaims with anger "is this really your excuse of throwing a three years long relationship out of the window!? Didn't you think I have a reason!? Didn't you think that maybe something happened to me in the past that made me scared of letting anyone touch me !?"

Harry gasps, eyes wide and scared that she was talking about what exactly is going through his mind.

"I-I really thought you wanted to wait until marriage-"

"For fuck's sake, Harry, do you really think someone would wait that long for me to get over the fact my dad's boss touched in places my mother told me to not let anyone touch !?"

"I-it was not intentional, y/n, we were both drunk-"

"But yet she's your room hearing every word we're saying right now"

She is right, and that makes Harry even more sad about their situation. He wanted it, he was willing to cheat on his girlfriend who has been with him through everything for the last three years just because she was not ready to take a bigger step into their relationship. She does have her reasons, but at the same time, she never said a thing about what happened to her, if she did he would understand.

"Was I not good enough, Harry ?" He stays quiet, eyes finding the carpet beneath his feet more interesting than looking at her sad face "if it wasn't you who asked me out in the first place I would think you were forced to be in this relationship and never loved me"

"Don't you ever say that again" it's his turn to become angry. How dare she think that!? He loved her, and he still does, even though he cheated on her. That girl was just an occasional fuck, no strings attached. But y/n means the world to him, she was his little soft baby that didn't need makeup and designer clothes to look the most beautiful woman he ever laid eyes on.

"But it's true, Harry" she now has tears in her eyes and all Harry wants to do is pull her into his chest and tell her that it's not, that he loves her so much, but he doesn't do that, he just sits there and watches her full apart, all because of him.

Y/n sighs and wipes under her eyes "l-let's take a break, yeah? So you can figure out what you want. I'm not letting go of all the effort I've put in the last three years"

Harry nods, wiping his own tears too. He doesn't need to make up his mind, he already knows what he wants and that is her, no one else, he may not have been the most loving boyfriend and they may not win hottest couple or the year, but he swears on his career that he never loved someone more than her. He is only agreeing for her sake, he wants her to trust him, to know that he adores her because once she is ready, he will be right there waiting for her.

They say their goodbyes with one last hug at his doorstep, tears leaving their eyes when she whispers goodbye in the corner of his neck. He wants to pull her back inside, give her a bath and change her into one of his sweaters and cuddle her until the pain he caused her leaves, but he has to respect her decision so he pulls away from the hug and cups her face to get one last look at her before she leaves.

"Just know that I love you so much," his voice cracks at the end of his sentence, he bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from sobbing "and I'll be right here waiting for you, whenever you're ready, my angel"

He let her leave with a kiss on her forehead and another confession of his love to her. That girl showed her way out, Harry not even bothering to tell her to never contact him again. He buried himself under the soft pink blanket y/n got for him one time as a random gift, wishing she would be there for him to cuddle and love on, but he didn't want to look at the bad side of what happened between them, he looked at the bright side. It may take a long time, but she isn't willing to break up with him, they're just on a much needed break. He will wait, and he won't disappoint her again. Not after nearly losing her.

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Part two.

The Masterlist.

Harry on talk shows and interviews fic rec list

futuristicpalacegardenpsychic submitted: Can. you do a rec with interviews and harry on talk shows

Hey love, of course! I’m sorry this took so long. I took this as in interviews/talk shows with harry but also with y/n, well actually that’s what I found. Anyway I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there’s anymore you’d recommend in my ask box.

#SoloHarry Interview by @4everinsane

Actress!YN sitting down to do an interview by @mysweetcreaturestories

An Interview during self-isolation with Zane Lowe by @svnflowervol666

@alexandragramz Heart Rate Monitor The Late Late Show

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 @and-im-okay-with-it Harry and Y/N are the it couple of the Late Late Show dodgeball game Harry cheats on Y/N and she talks about it in an interview

Going with Harry to tape the BBC Radio 1 interview with Grimmy by @harrystattoos

@guccixstyless Lie Detector Test and Lie Detector Test (Reader’s version) Spill Or Fill Your Guts The Late Late Show

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@harrysgoldenline Famous!Y/N gets asked about Cherry Fan Questions Harry and Famous!Y/N play Spill your Guts or Fill your Guts Harry and Y/N play Truth or Drink

Harry was doing an interview with Nick Grimshaw on the radio for his new single by @theydontknowaboutusimagines

Have You Met [Y/N]? by @sheslostinreality

Spill or Fill Your Guts by @ohholyfanfics

The Late Late Show by @let-me-write-shit

The one where Harry & Model Y/N do a interview together by @hwrryscherry

Wired Autocomplete Interview by @writerastronaut

Legal Guardian

ugh this took way too long lol, but here it is!!! i forget exactly that sparked this but i thought it was a cute idea.

warnings: injuries (nothing major), hospitals, cursing, harry being a protective dad 🥺, talks about adoption and legal guardians, crying

wordcount: 2481

harry styles x reader, stepdad!harry x reader, stepdadharry x oc!stella

masterlist

Stella gets hurt and Harry is the only one there- but he has no legal jurisdiction…

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It all happened really fast. Harry can’t even recall how it started, but he knew very well how it ended. A sobbing Stella strapped into her car seat as he raced to the emergency room, frantically calling Y/n who was in a different state on a work trip.

The 5 year old didn’t understand what was going on, she just knew she was hurting… really bad. And that she wanted her mommy and daddy.

The traffic seemed to be working against him, getting in his way at the most inconvenient times, all the while he was trying to console his weeping daughter, crying out “Daddy it hurts so bad!” effectively shattering his heart into a million little pieces.

Stella had been playing happily in the backyard at home, showing off her wonderful dance moves to Harry who watched with an adoring smile on his face, taking little videos to send to his fiance, when suddenly she was laying on the ground, clutching her ankle, and crying for him to come get her. He rushed into action, not having seen her take the fateful step into what must have been a hole in the ground or something.

Screeching into the hospital car park, he stops somewhere he obviously wasn’t supposed to but he couldn't care less. His mind was racing. What if she broke her ankle? Or tore a ligament? What if she has to get surgery? All of this is what he worries about as he flings the back door of his car open, trying his best to appear calm for his daughter (but it’s not really working), and scoops her carefully into his hold, bringing her inside and shouting for someone to please help him.

A few nurses rush to his side, asking him different questions and asking for someone to “Page Dr. Robbins, tell her we need a peds consult.”

Stella is whisked away from him and before he can start to follow after her, a hand is placed on his chest, stopping him in his place.

“Sir, we can’t have you in the room with her. You’re not on her file as a legal guardian!” A doctor tells him. In that moment, he sees nothing but red, steam pouring out of his ears.

“The hell I can’t, I’m her father! I’m not going to let her sit in there all alone while strangers poke and prod at her!” He all but yells at the man. Harry is not violent. He really isn't. But he’s not afraid to lay somebody on their ass when it comes to his girls. With kindness or course. And maybe a black eye.

From the room she was taken into he can hear her crying for him.

“Wan’ my daddy! Daddy!” Harry didn’t think his heart could break any further than it already had but he was proven wrong by the ache in his chest that only grew stronger the longer he was kept away from his lovebug.

“Doctor, respectfully- if you don’t move the hell out of my way, I will move you myself. That is my daughter, and my fiance is in a different state right now on a business trip so I am the only parent she has right now. If you try to keep me from my child I will take legal action against the hospital and sue for everything you’re worth. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Harry is seething, trying to move past the man in the white lab coat and light blue scrubs. Again, he is stopped.

“I will call security, sir!”

“DADDY!” Stella is now screeching, her little voice hoarse from all the yelling and crying.

“Don’t you fucking hear that? She needs me, and you’re telling me I can’t go be with her! What the hell kind of doctor are you?” Harry is in the man's face, pointing at him vehemently. He doesn’t care that people are starting to watch the scene. Doesn’t care that some people have recognized him and are recording the ordeal. Let the people see him fighting for his family. He doesn’t give a rat's ass if his “image” takes a hit. His daughter is on the line and he won’t back down.

“She’ll be fine-”

“No she won’t! Go ahead and call security. My daughter needs me and you’re not going to stop me from being in that room with her.” With that he pushes past the doctor (who must be an intern or something with how he’s handling this situation) and rushes into the room where his baby is screaming for him. He’s at her side in a matter of seconds, wiping the tears from her face, peppering kisses onto her head, petting her wild hair back from her face, just consoling her in any way that he can.

How fucking dare they try to keep him from her, especially when she’s in a state like this.

“It’s ok baby girl, daddy’s here now. I’ve got you. You’re ok, you’re ok!” He mumbles into her hair, doing his best to stay out of the way of the people examining her but still close enough so she knows he’s right there with her.

Little tears still streamed down her face but she was much calmer now, her breathing more even and body less tense.

“Mr. Styles we’re bringing in the portable x-ray to take a look at her ankle, so you’re going to need to wear this.” He nods and takes the vest given to him, putting it over his shoulders like he sees the others do. A similar article is placed over Stella, who is clinging to Harry’s hand, fearing that she’s going to have to be without him again. But he promises he isn’t going anywhere.

As they’re taking the x-ray his phone starts ringing in his pocket and he checks to see that it’s Y/n calling him back.

“H, what’s wrong, is she ok?” Her panicked voice rushes out as soon as the call connects.

“We’re in the ER right now and she’s getting an x-ray to see what’s going on with her ankle-”

“You’re in the room with her right? She’s not alone?”

The little shards of his heart keep breaking into smaller and smaller pieces as her voice breaks.

“Yeah, I’m right next to her. Don’t worry m’love, she’s not alone!” He glared at the doctor that tried to keep him out as he said that, letting him know he hadn’t forgotten.

“I’m gonna facetime you so I can see her.” She said and he nodded, waiting for it to come through. When it did he quickly accepted it, seeing the love of his life’s face on the screen, with her puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks as she wiped away the remaining tears so she didn’t freak out her baby.

“Stell, mumma’s on the phone, she wants to talk to you.”

“Hi baby girl!” Y/n said as soon as Harry held the phone so Stella could see her mom. The little girl's tear stained cheeks looked exactly like her moms, and her heart broke for her baby.

“Hi mumma,” Stella pouted into the camera, clutching onto her daddy as tight as her little hand could. Harry was a little uncomfortable but he would take this over not being in here at all.

“How do you feel, baby? You ok?” She asked.

“My foot hurts and they wouldn’t let daddy in here and I was scared, but he’s here now so I’m ok.” The little girl rambled off. Y/n almost missed how she said they wouldn’t let Harry in the room but when it finally registered, she was fuming. Absolutely, royally pissed.

“What do you mean they wouldn’t daddy in there?” Stella shrugged and looked up at Harry for an answer. He brought the phone back so he could see her after looking around at the doctors in the room, all doing their job and pretending they weren’t listening to this conversation, but a few of them winced when Y/n asked her question.

“Some bloke tried to keep me out of the room while Stella was being examined but she was on the verge of a whole breakdown. It was like Disneyland in Paris all over again.” He said, referencing the time Harry took his girls to Disneyland while they were in Paris and Stella got separated from her mom and dad. She had never not been able to see at least 1 of her parents before. Needless to say… she didn’t handle it very well. Screaming, crying, and hyperventilating (which freaked her out even more- causing her to scream louder and cry harder) ensued very shortly, disturbing every person around her. But it made it easy for them to find her and she spent a very very long time clutching her tiny arms around her daddy’s neck, not letting him set her down for anything. That was an interesting trip to the bathroom …

“Why would they try to keep you out of the room? You’re her father!” Y/n was on the verge of popping a blood vessel. Of course the one time her baby really needs her, she’s hours away.

“Uh, Mr. Styles, I’m so sorry to interrupt! But the x-ray is complete. There’s no break, it looks like a sprain at worst. Also, about why my intern was saying you weren’t allowed in the room, not that I was listening to your conversation, with ped’s cases we typically only allow legal parents or guardians in the room and your name isn’t anywhere on her file or on her records so he was just trying to follow safety protocols. He didn’t go about the situation as well as he should have because we always want to make sure our patient has what they need and that was obviously you- but that is the reason why you initially weren’t let into the room. You’re not a legal parent or guardian. Based on your situation- you’re legally considered a step-parent and that title doesn’t come along with any legal jurisdiction.” Dr. Robins explained, in quite a few words Harry thinks, but he doesn’t say anything about it. Just sits and realizes that while for the better part of a year and a half, he’s been calling himself Stella’s dad but the whole he’s not been anything… not legally anyway.

Y/n realizes this too and makes a mental note to call their lawyers to do something about that.

“That makes sense… Thank you, Dr. Robbins! I have her mum on the phone, but you knew that, so if there’s anything else I legally can’t do, she’ll have to take care of it like thi-”

“Mr. Styles, we won’t tell if you don’t! Anything else that needs to be signed, we’ll just go ahead and have you do it. Save the hassle for everyone.” Dr. Robbins interrupts him and he smiles, silently thanking her.

“Daddy, what's a legal guardian?” Stella asks after a quiet moment.

“A legal guardian is someone who takes care of you because the law says they can. So because I didn’t help mumma make you and I came into your life a little later, I’m not a legal guardian of you. Not yet anyway.” He mumbles the last part but Y/n catches it.

“Does everyone have a legal guardian?” She hiccuped, rubbing at her eyes with the hand that wasn’t clutching Harry’s.

“At one point yeah, but once you get older you don’t need one anymore because you can take care of yourself.”

The girl pauses, thinking about her daddy’s words before muttering “Don’t wanna take care of myself. Wanna stay with you and mumma forever.”

All the little shards of his heart slowly start to piece back together.

“I want you to stay with me and mumma forever too lovebug.” He cooes. Y/n’s eyes light up, her gaze filled with adoration for her little family.

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*

“The documents are all drawn up Mrs. Styles, everything is ready for your husband to sign.”

“Thank you so much Ben!”

. * .

*

“Baby, c’mere. Wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah mommy?”

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to quell the tears she could already feel threatening to fall. Her newly wed husband sat beside her on the couch, running his hand along her back and squeezing her shoulder and letting her know he was there if she needed him.

“Do you remember when you and Daddy had that conversation about legal guardians?” The woman asked, pulling her baby into her lap, brushing her hand over the girl's hair affectionately.

“Uhhh, kinda.” She murmured, curling into her mom.

“Do you remember what a legal guardian is?” Y/n rephrased, hoping to jog the girl's memory. Stella nodded and when prompted by her mother explained that “It’s someone who takes care of you until you're old enough to take care of yourself.”

“That’s right baby, very good!”

“And do you remember when we were at the hospital and that doctor was being mean, not letting Daddy into the room with you?” Harry chimes in, scooting closer to his girls. She nodded with a roll of her eyes and a huff of breath, causing a little giggle to erupt from her parents. She really is her mothers daughter.

“Didn’t like him.” She mumbles.

“Do you remember why they didn’t let him into the room?” Y/n asks, knowing she should probably get to the point before her little one checks out and gets bored.

“Cause daddy’s not my legal guardian.” Stella huffs again, rubbing her eyes and nuzzling further into her mom.

“Do you want him to be?”

Stella’s quiet for a moment, tapping her little finger on her chin like she’s thinking hard. “Yeah.”

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Harry asks, pulling her into his lap. The girl wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah, Daddy. Want you to be able to come to the doctors with me.” She mumbles sleepily.

The tears Y/n had been fighting off finally broke through, despite her efforts. It’s official. Harry is going to adopt Stella and they would be a family in every sense of the word. No one would be able to take Harry's little girl away from him. All he had to do was sign the paper. Harry felt tears spring to his eyes as well, smoothing his hand along his baby’s back.

“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that…” He says, squeezing her a little tighter. Y/n snaps a quick picture before she snuggles into them.

“Love you Mommy, love you Daddy.” She murmurs before falling asleep in Harry's arms. Something that isn’t new, but feels different now for some reason. Things felt a little more official and he hadn’t even signed the papers yet.