Punk Harry Series Part 17

Punk Harry Series Part 17

Part 16

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Y/B/N= Your Brothers Name

Birth:

You never really were a huge fan of kids. You could never pinpoint your exact reason for disliking them, maybe it was how loud they were or maybe it was how you never really knew what was ok to say to them and what was not. Either way, you weren’t the biggest fan and having a huge family was not ideal.

You always thought that you were probably going to go your whole life without having any. And of course you knew that if whoever you ended up with did what kids you would rethink the decision but for the time being, you were fine with the future of none.

So you knew when you got together with Harry that eventually you would have to talk to him about the whole children thing you just never thought you’d be pregnant before you had that talk. So after the first two weeks went by and the first initial shock of holy shit I’m gonna have a baby passed the two of you sat down and hashed it out. You decided almost everything, this was going to be an open family. No pushing heterosexuality, no gendering anything, no religion being forced onto anyone, open communication, and a judgement free zone. You had grown up in a household where none of that was present, Harry was slightly luckier than you but for the most part your childhood was similar and you didn’t want the same for your child.

Then a few months later you and Harry had a very small wedding in LA. Only Harry’s family, your coworkers, the band, and your brother showed. Your father had insisted that he wanted no part of your life if you weren’t abiding his wishes and, in your mind, well good riddance. You had a small wedding, party of thirty people, and you had a fucking blast.

In all honesty it wasn’t even really a wedding, no one got dressed up. You didn’t even wear a white dress, it was just like a small gathering where you hung out with who you considered your family. A few days after you signed the license and called it a day.

You were reminiscing on that day when Harry burst through the door of the house holding some big piece of wood with at least 12 nails in it.

“How the fuck can I set up one of the most complicated security systems to date but not be able to set up a fucking swing set?” He groaned throwing the wood to the ground and face planting onto the couch next to you, his face landing about two inches from your thigh. You smiled as you paused the movie you were barely watching and forced your fingers through his long hair.

“Do you need some help?” You asked and he sighed and he pushed himself up slightly before leaning forward so his nose dug into your thigh.

“Love, your due in like a week, you can’t be out there helping me put together this ridiculous piece of shit.” He spat and you smiled.   

“I can read you the directions that we both know you tossed aside.” You said and he looked up at you and smiled.

“I guess that would be ok but we’re getting you a chair, you shouldn’t be standing that long. Lord fucking knows we’ll be out there for at least an hour. Fucking, dumb thing.” He muttered as he walked away to go find you some plastic chair to sit in.

Minutes later he appeared again with a white plastic lawn chair.  He came back over to you and helped you up from the spot on the couch, one handed holding the chair in the other hand. His hand was on your back as he lead you out the back door to the very small backyard the two of you had.

In the beginning of your pregnancy Harry was pretty chill about you going around and doing whatever you wanted. You weren’t really showing much in the the first trimester and sometimes you and Harry both almost forgot you were pregnant at all. But as the baby started to grow, so did his nerves. You would be doing the simplest task and suddenly Harry would be there to help you. You tried to explain to him that you were honestly fine, and you didn’t need any help but he wouldn’t hear it. It was literally dumb things that would stress him out and having him jump up to aid you, things like, reaching for a bowl on the top shelf or stepping into the shower. He would insist that he was either there to help you into the shower or you had to get in when the bottom was still dry and then turn on the water. He said it lessened the chances of slipping, which you knew was bullshit but you had decided to humor him. At least he cared, right?

But lately you couldn’t be more thankful for his theatrical worries seeing as they actually helped. The last trimester you had grown to the size of a fucking watermelon. You had jokingly exaggerated with a few friends that some people at the park mistook you for a air balloon.

So when you were struggling to get out of bed in the morning you truly couldn’t be more grateful that you husband was right there to help haul you up.

You smiled fondly at him as you sat in the chair, reading the instructions to him to help set up this swing set.

“So wait, I’m supposed to use this screw?” He asked and not turning to you but holding up what was clearly a nail over his head for you to see. You smiled as you rolled your eyes, you could swear he was smart.

“No baby, there are no screws here, only nails. And they’re all the same size love, no difference. Harry I don’t know what you’re so confused about, there’s five pieces of wood, you nail them together and then put in the swings.” You said and he groaned before dropping the wood in his hands to the ground.

“Fuck this shit, the baby can play with fucking sticks for all I care. Not even born yet and they’re spoiled as fuck already. You know fuck this fucking shit! For fucks sake! I’m calling John, he can fucking build this.” He yelled in frustration.

“Uh Harry.” You tried.

“No this is bullshit! You’re reading the fucking instructions to me and I’m still confused! I have a fucking masters degree in Behavioral Science and Physical Education and I can’t put a fucking swing set together!?” He yelled again as he swung his foot to kick the swing seat to his left.

“Harry, I’m-” You tried again.

“No Y/N fucking listen this is shit! I’m about the be a fucking father and I can’t do this! If I can’t put together a fucking swing set how the fuck am I going to parent someone?” He asked, finally turning to look you in the eyes. He came to you slower, not noticing how uneven your breath had become or how your hands were clenching the arms of the plastic chair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but love I’m so scared. How the fuck did I go nine months without talking about how scared I was for this? Like, I’m about to actually be responsible for another human being. Well, we are, can’t forget you but still. Y/N I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” He said, kneeling down on the grass in front of you, his hands coming to rest on your knees.

“This is the part where you tell me I’m being irrational and that I’m going to be a great father and this is all in my head.” He started, his eyes looking into yours. His expression quickly turning from playfulness to worry as he saw you were clearly in pain.

“Uh, yeah what you said.” You choked up, his hands coming up to your hands. He knew something was wrong when he had to pry them from the chair.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Uh, no, no I think this is normal.” You said, closing your eyes as you tried to even out your breathing, the pain in your lower stomach not easing up quite yet.

“Oh fuck, are you in labor?” He asked, bending his head so his eyes could reach yours.

“Yeah I think so.” You said.

“Ok, ok fuck. Ok, let’s get you inside and then we can start timing them yeah?” He said as he slowly helped you up from the chair, abandoning it in the backyard, his focus now all on you.

“How long apart before we can go the hospital?” He asked as he set you back down in the couch were you were previously.

“Uh, six to seven minutes apart I think?” You asked, looking up as he spun around, his eyes searching for something in the room. He found a nearby book, the cover your recognized as one the pregnancy books he had bought. His eyes skimmed the pages as he flipped through the book.

“Uh, yeah, five to seven minutes apart and we can go.” He said before pulling his phone out and handing it to you with the timer app up on the screen. He then grabbed a blanket off the couch adjacent to where you were sitting and draped it over your body.

You sat on the couch, awaiting the next contraction while he gathered up the baby bag and everything he thought you would need before coming back to you.

He wormed his way between you and the edge of the couch before spreading his legs slightly and pulling you into his lap. Your side was now pressed into his chest and your legs were draped over his thigh. He sat with one arm wrapped around your back and the other resting on your rather large bump, his thumb rubbing circles into the clothed skin.

The two of your sat for hours on the couch, first calling his family to inform them. You were suddenly very happy that they had decided to fly into town and stay in a hotel only an hour away once you hit nine months. You couldn’t imagine having to give birth without Anne there to give you advice or Gemma there to take artsy pics for your instagram later.

You had debated calling your family for a total of twenty minutes before saying fuck it, you only give birth to your first baby once.

Your brother answered and said he would be on a plane within the hour, your mother said she was happy for you and said she would be out as soon as she could but had to get the time off approved from her part time job first (Dad had finally let her get one after Y/B/N moved out), your Dad answered but said he didn’t approve the relationship, and couldn’t approve of this child either.

You then cried for another hour as Harry berated your father over the phone, following another hour of tears that he then comforted you through.

The next few hours consisted of timing contractions and watching Harry Potter movies.

You were at ten minutes apart when Gemma, Anne and Robin walked in the door.

The next seven hours consisted of everyone but you sleeping. You pressed the stop button when your felt another contraction come on, your eyes then darting to everyone around you, Gemma was on the love seat in the corner of the room, he head knocked back and mouth wide open. Robin had curled into the other couch, his back to Anne. Anne, who was clearly starting to wake up, was weirdly just sitting straight up, you weren’t sure how she was comfortable but whatever floats her goat right?

Harry had his nose pressed into your neck so you wouldn't necessarily look at him, but you could feel him snoring, that was for sure.

“Can’t sleep love?” Anne asked, her voice showing that she clearly could sleep. You smiled but shook your head sadly.

“No, sometimes I’ll doze off but then another contraction hits and I’m wide awake again.” You said as you started the timer again, signalling the contraction had ended.

“How's the pain?” She asked.

“Not too bad, just kind of annoying. Like I can definitely feel it, and I cannot sleep through it, but I’m fine for the moment. It’s getting worse though.” You said and she nodded.

“Hungry?” She asked and you smiled.

“I’d kill for some crackers and water right now.” You said and she smiled before standing to get you what you requested.

You spent the next few hours talking with Anne, asking all the questions that had rattled your mind. Everything from what was really the best diapers (you never trusted the commercials cause all of them say they’re the more recommended one so like who’s lying?) to if your vagina would really rip and they would have to sew it back up (which you guess is actually true and you almost threw up).

Before you knew it you were being helped into the back of Harry’s Range Rover (you said it was a cliche but he said it was family safe and looked sick as fuck). Harry was in the back with you while Anne took the drivers wheel, Robin and Gemma deciding to take another car and follow instead of all cramming into one.

Getting to the hospital was uneventful and in all honesty nothing like the movies seeing as the receptionist didn’t even look up, just told you to sit in the waiting room while they readyed a room and waiting for your OBGYN to be called in.

You waited for another hour before Dr. Williams came in, she smiled as she came and shook everyone's hand before coming to have her hands rest against the sides of your stomach.

“How far?” She asked.

“Uh, five minutes from the last one.” You said your breath fairly uneven seeing as the last one had ended only seconds ago.

“Alright, well, let’s get you into a room and we can see how far you’re dilated yeah?” She said, before allowing Harry to help her in helping you up. She waved over a male nurse who had just entered the room with a wheelchair and helped you into it. Harry walking behind you to take control of the wheelchair from the nurse. You heard him thank him but you weren’t truly paying attention.

Everything passed in a blur as you were lead into a room and helped onto a hospital gown and then helped into the bed.

Gemma and Robin sat outside the door, Anne and Harry being the only ones in the room as you were checked to see how far your were.

“Alright well, Y/N?” Dr. Williams said, trying to get your attention. You looked up to her before nodding to show that she had it. “You’re only at four centimeters, you need to be at ten.” She said and you nodded.

“How long should that take?” Harry asked, his fingers threading through your hair as he pulled it into a messy bun on top of your head.

“Anywhere from twelve to forty eight hours really. Babies like to take their time.” She said shrugging her shoulders as you let out a groan. “And you still want to do this naturally correct Y/N?” She asked and you nodded.

“Natural birth is a beautiful thing and the body knows what it’s doing.” You said, almost in a chant.

“Of course, well, if you change your mind don’t be afraid to call for me. I’ll come back in a few hours to check on your progress. For the mean time, although it may be hard, try to get some sleep. You’ve got a long night ahead of you.” She said and you nodded before she left the room. Gemma and Robin quickly replacing her.

Throughout the whole thing you had this painful urge to push, like you had the biggest shit to take and you body just wanted it out. But you knew that you shouldn’t so you just forced yourself to do the dumb breathing techniques that you had learned in the birthing classes Harry had forced you two to take.

Harry, who of course was being absolutely perfect, was right next you breathing in the dumb way with you. Of course now no one was getting on your nerves more than he was.

You knew that if you got up a took and walk it would help speed along the labor process but the boy wouldn’t let you get up. He insisted that he wanted you in that bed the whole time cause what if the baby falls out on one of these walks?

You managed to convince him otherwise and he followed you around on your walk with the wheelchair the whole time.  

It took a full thirty hours for you to become fully dilated and when you did you weren’t sure if it was the contractions of the nervous butterflies that hurt worse.

You sighed through another contraction as two nurses set up the stur-ups around you. Harry’s familiar face soon gracing your presence, only this time he was decked in a blue hospital gown and poofy hat.

For the next three hours you screamed, and cried, and probably bruised Harry’s hand and ripped his shirt. You cursed at Harry and his semen, then apologized, then cried some more.

And then, the world stopped as you heard a cry.

(I’m crying omg)

Word Count: 2975

Spider Woman Part Three

Word Count: 1586

Part Two

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So, I’m like totally aware that Harry’s pronunciation of words doesn’t sound like what I’ve written but I can’t write things they way he says them. I know a lot of writers like to do that and do it very well but I’m simply not one of them. So, sorry bout that.

It was a rare day for you. A day off. Something you hadn’t seen in over three months. You had been going non-stop with promo, Sony meetings, marvel meetings, fittings, photo shoots, outings and now that it’s all on pause for a day you’re not entirely sure what to do with yourself. You’ve already watched a movie and are not in the mood to watch another. You already did your morning yoga, did the laundry, called your mom, and face-timed your best friend. You were about to go for a jog when your phone rang, a picture that you took of Harry messing with the Spider Woman mask on set popped up along with the name, Harry AKA Johnny Boy. You smiled as you walked over and slid to answer.

“Hey what’s up?” You answered and heard a car door shut on the other line.

“Hey it’s Harry.” He said and you smiled, he does this every time. Answers the phone and even though he knows what caller ID is he still feels the need to identify himself.

“Harry honey I know.” You say and you hear him laugh.

“HA HA. Anyway I was just about to go for a hike and then do some yoga, was gonna go alone but then I figured I’d ask you if you would like to tag along?” He asked and you smiled.

“Yeah sure, was just about to go on a jog but this is way better. Which trail? I’ll meet you.” You asked and he informs you that it’s a trail about thirty minutes from your apartment. After you hang up and change into hiking boots instead of jogging sneakers you run out to your car to make your way over to the trail.

Once you get there you see Harry waiting at the gait, doing some stretches and you decide to make your way over to him, not without tripping over a hole in the ground of course. Your hopes that no one saw was crushed when you heard giggling in front of you. Only too look up to see Harry holding his hand over his mouth as little giggles escape through his fingers.

“How the bloody hell do you play a superhero when you can barely walk on your own two feet?” He teases you and you respond by flipping him the finger to which he just laughs at.

“Says the boy who falls over on stage so much there’s compilations on YouTube.” You said back he flipped you off in return.

As you two start the hike up you discuss what had been going on in your lives. You ask if he started seeing anyone and he tells you he went out on a blind date with some girl Grimmy knew.

“Oh how did that go?” You ask turning to him with a smirk playing on your face.

You watch him start to shake his head to hide the smile.

“She was nice, probably not gonna call her for a second date though.” He confessed and you frowned.

“Why not?” You asked, honestly you just truly think Harry needs someone he can love. He’s such a hopeless romantic and for him not to have someone he can love, it’s like trying to create a fire without heat.

“I just didn’t see it going anywhere. She was sweet and all but we just didn’t click. No connection.” He said and you sighed.

“That’s too bad H, you really do deserve to find someone you can at least have fun with.”

“So what about you? Any dates lately?” He asked smirking as he looked over at you.

“Nope, not lately.” You said laughing.

“Are you like looking?” He asked and you shook your head.

“Not necessarily, I mean like obviously if I meet someone I’ll pursue it but I’m not like actively looking for anything. I kind of just want to settle in before anything like that. Like I have a career.” You said.

“I’m gonna set you up.” He said as we came up to a spot that would work for yoga.

“You don’t have to do that.” You said and he shook his head.

“I know so many people, I’m sure I could think of someone that would be good for you.” He said and you rolled your eyes as you got into position for your yoga.

“Yeah ok sure, am I still coming to your place before the premiere on Friday? My mom wants pictures.” You asked and he laughed.

“Can’t she just get some of the pap pictures from the red carpet?” He asked while laughing and you joined in with him.

“That’s what I said! But you know how moms are! She wants like those cheesy prom pics.” You said laughing and he laughed along with you.

“Well then yes, you can come to my place before. The limo is coming at 5 so just come like an hour before and we can head on over together.” He said as you both went into a Sun A.

“Also remember next week my town is putting on a huge showing of the movie in one of our parks and we’re going. You’re family is coming right?” You asked and he nodded as you both went up into a mountain pose.

“Yup the whole Styles clan is flying into the airport on Thursday, got them a room at some holiday inn off of exit 5.” He said and you nodded.

“Perfect, I can come pick you guys up and take you all on a tour of my little old town and then we can go back to my parents house till the movie starts. Sound good?” You asked as you went into an upward facing dog.

“Splendid. So, what do you look for in a partner? What’s your type?” Harry asked as you moved into downward facing dog.

“Um, I don’t know before the movie I would always either go for like feminist hippie’s or nerds. But my lifestyle has changed and so have my tastes. I think back to what I was attracted to and sometimes I gag a little.” You joked as you moved forward into a halfway lift.

“That doesn’t help me.” He said and you smiled.

“Um, I just want someone who I can laugh with. I mean also they need to share the same political stance as me, don’t be setting me up with anyone who voted for Trump.” You joked as you rose back into mountain pose.

“I would never even think of it.” He said and you smiled. “But just someone who makes you laugh?” He asked as you bent down again.

“Not really someone who makes me laugh just someone who will laugh with me. Like I don’t need anyone who is constantly cracking jokes but just someone who doesn’t take life too seriously. Also maybe someone more upbeat. I feel like in this industry I could easily fall through the cracks and maybe if I had someone who could keep a smile on my face or something I could survive this journey that is my career.” You joked and he forced a smile on as you moved into a chaturanga. Which for someone who supposedly does yoga all the time shouldn’t be so hard.

“You look like you’re having a hard time?” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“I may or may not have had a busy schedule for a bit and my body is not agreeing.” He said and you laughed.

“Harry Styles is a lie, your whole life is a lie. Do you even like kale shakes?” You joked and he smiled as you moved back into a downward facing dog.

“Ayeeee, leave me alone, I’ve been working hard.” He whined and you smiled.

“I don’t doubt that.”

“So anything else I need to know about your match made in heaven?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know Harry, all I want is someone who can laugh with me, and has a similar political stance. Also I like brunettes.” You said and he laughed as you moved into another halfway lift.

“Ok, interesting.” He said and you smiled.

“Are we done now? I’m really not looking for a relationship right now. I want to focus on my career and build that up. I don’t need to be distracted by some needy boy who thinks that every other guy I talk to is on a mission to get in my pants.” You said and he laughed.

“You really think that I? A publicly proclaimed feminist, would set you up with someone so sexist?” He said and you rolled your eyes standing up and finally giving up on yoga.

“No Harry, I doubt you even know anyone like that but I really just don’t want anything right now.” You said and he stood as well and held his hands up in surrender.

“Yeah ok, I just don’t want you to be lonely. Feeling alone is the only thing I wasn’t prepared for when I signed all those contracts years ago. I would prefer it if I could help you avoid that.” He said and you nodded, leaning into him in some sort of half hug-half squeeze thing.

“Yeah and I appreciate that, you’re a good friend Harry.”

Spider Woman Part 9 Sneak Peek

“Niall! Oh hun you’ve gotten to big!” She gushed and you smiled as Niall dropped your hand to give his mother a hug.

Spider Woman Part 7

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Part 6

Sorry about not posting last week! This week is a double though!

Word Count: 1784

8 times. So far 8 times. 8 fucking times had Niall managed to get a hole in one at this damn mini-golf game. You had always liked mini-golf. Thought it was cute how literally everything was miniature. From the sets on the course to the golf club. You loved mini-golf, but you definitely weren’t very good at it.

“Ok so like when I suggested we go mini-golfing I literally just wanted an excuse for you to wrap your arms around me all cliche like.” You confessed as you go on your 9th try to get the ball in the hole. Niall smiles at you from the end of the course, leaning on his club like he had been for the last 10 minutes.

“Well love, I can do that but you’re simply too cute when you’re strugglin.” He laughs and you rolled your eyes.

“Oh just come here and help me!” You huff and he smiles as he sets his club down and comes over to help you.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and clasping the club over your hands. You could feel him take a deep breath in through his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping through your lilac sweater. You could feel his thighs pressing into your bum, he was surprisingly a lot taller than you had expected so you were tiny in comparison to him. You were also suddenly very conscious of your feet, careful that your black boots didn’t step on his blue suede vans. You were also very conscious of how hot your body was. Were you just sweaty? You didn’t think so, but what did he think? You are used to the cold New England weather, not this constant heat that clouded over California. So did you really know if you were too sweaty? No, you could only hope that maybe Niall couldn’t tell.

“Alright, so it’s a slight hill right?” He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over the side of your face and you couldn’t help but feel the shiver run down your spine. “So there’s this little technique I used to use when there is a little hill, you have to put a little more pressure on but not too much cause you don’t want to go over. You’ve been hitting it too hard and it’s just been rolling over the hill.” He explained and you nodded pretending to understand what he was saying when in reality all you could think was big hands big hands on yours big hands.

“Either that or not hitting it hard enough and it rolls back to me.” You said and he little out a little breathy chuckle, letting his chin rest on your shoulder. Oh fuck.

He pulled your arms back and hit the ball in what seemed to be the same way you had been doing all along, but clearly he had some kind of magic touch as the ball smoothly went over the hill and into the hole.

“Ok what the fuck?” You yelled, stepping away from Niall and throwing your free hand that wasn’t holding the club into the air. “I swear that’s what I was doing!” You said and he laughed.

“You just hadn’t found the happy medium.” He said stepping up to you and lightly pressing his hand to your back to lead you to the next course.

“You mean there’s a fucking Goldy Locks to fucking mini-golf?” You joked and he laughs while nodding.

“Interesting way to put it but yeah.” He said and you rolled your eyes.

You continue to go through the 18 hole course, Niall obviously winning when it came the end. When the went back to turn in their clubs and balls he also won a free round for you two for going through the whole course getting only a hole-in-one.

“Next time, you’re letting me win. Date 101 Niall, let her win.” You joked and Niall laughed as he threw his arm around you, opening up the door for the both of you.

“Sorry, still quite new to this love.” He said and you smiled, liking that fact that you weren’t the only one who was going into this with little experience.

“Not actually mad, just teasing you.” You said.

You slowly walked up to the passenger side of his car, both subconsciously thinking that the slower you walked, the slower this date would come to an end.

Almost like a gift sent from above, as Niall was opening the passenger side door to his Range Rover, when your stomach growls.

“You hungry love?” Niall asks and you nodded.

“Seems so.”

“I think we passed a chinese place on the way up here? Sound good?” He asked, smiling knowing that he would get to spend just a little bit longer with the girl he was quickly becoming so fond of. You nod as you jump into the car.

You both then head over to a very shady chinese restaurant where you order some food.

“I haven’t been to a place like this in years.” Niall says after the waiter walks away, he leans in a whispers it as if it was some giant secret.

“In my town, the best chinese place looks exactly like this. Which I bet says a lot about where I grew up.” You confess.

“Tell me more about where you grew up. Everyone I know was either from England or was born and raised in California.”

“Not really much to tell, it was sad little town that for some reason no one could leave. I remember growing up and thinking that when I grew up the first thing I would do was leave. I would go to some far away, out of state college. Then, funny enough when it came to the day I had to decide where to go, I chose home. Just like everyone else I stayed.”

“Why?” He asks as he took a sip of his ice water.

“I don’t really know, couldn’t afford it? I was scared maybe? Of like growing up, being on my own, I’ve never really liked to be away from home. Even going on vacation I was never really as relaxed as I was when I was home. I don’t know if it was just being close to my family, or if it was the physical location of home that comforted me, but I was just very stressed when I was far away.” You shrugged and he nodded.

“I get that. Sometimes I think about how easy everything would be if I wasn’t balancing me life between here and Ireland. Me life is here, me job is here, me friends are here, me inspiration for music always seems to be here but me family is there, me old friends are there.” He says, suddenly becoming very interested in the way the grain on the wooden table ran.

“Do you ever like, I don’t know, wish you never auditioned? Like don’t bullshit me either, like don’t give me the whole, no I love my fans and I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Like I know there has to be days where you just wish you could give this all up, right?” You ask, creating a terrible Irish accent in order to mock his voice.

“Uh I guess I mean, I’m not really lying when I say I love the fans, I really wouldn’t be sitting with you right now if they hadn’t worked so hard to get me where I am but I guess you’re right. Sometimes after a fan asks a question too personal or when I ruin another shirt trying to get through a mob or something I think, what would my life be like if I didn’t go that morning, or if Katy hadn’t given me a chance? Most times though I assume me life would be more stressful, working a low paying job and being pressured into settling down. At least with the life I live, I’m financially stable, so is me family, and no one is pressuring me to marry due to me hectic lifestyle.” He says and you can’t help but wonder, is he being pressured into going on this date with you? Does he think he is getting to an age where it’s expected of him to become domestic?

If anyone knows what it’s like to have your family up your ass about starting a family, it’s you. For the last few years you had been on the edge of whether or not you wanted children, constantly when you said you didn’t think you wanted them your family would respond with something along the lines of, you say that now, or, wait a few years and you’ll be thinking something else entirely. Lately your family had been suggesting that you start dating seeing as you had just lost all that weight and was now deemed, attractive. As that thought crossed your mind you thought, were you being pressured into being here?

Then you looked at Niall, and your stomach erupted into a nervous mush and you shook your head. No, you were here because he made you laugh, not for any other reason.

You thought, even if this doesn’t turn out the way you wanted, hoped it would, you would be happy just knowing that someone who made you feel so content was in your life.

“Well shit, we’re getting way too deep for date number two.” You joke and Niall laughs, leaning back and taking in deep breath. “Let’s get off that and I don’t know, what’s your least favorite song on Flicker?” You asked and Niall laughed.

“Me least favorite? Most times people ask what me favorite is.”

“Well yeah but I already know that, it’s Flicker right?”

“Yeah.” “Which is why I want to know what your least favorite is. By the way Flicker is my favorite too, also Fire Away is my least favorite.”

“What? Why?”

“Too repetitive, at least the chorus is. Like I like the message the whole like I love you and I want you to be comfortable saying anything so go ahead lay it on me is really nice. But damn boy, you say fire away like eight times in the chorus.” You say and he laughs.

“Ok I guess I would say my least favorite is-” He starts but the waiter decided to drop all the food off just as he was about to answer.

The conversation long forgotten as you two dive into your food, both of you unknowingly insanely hungry.

The rest of the date passes in a flurry of, quick touches, nervous flutters, and crab rangoons.

Punk Harry Part 18

Part 17

Masterlist

Key:

Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name

Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name

Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name

Future:

“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.

“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.

Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.

Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.

“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.

“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.

Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.

It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.

Bless her.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.

“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.

He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.

“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.

“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.

“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.

“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.

The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.

You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.

“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.

“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.

“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.

“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.

“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.

“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.

“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.

“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.

Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.

You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.

Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.

After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.

So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.

“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,

“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.

“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.

“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.

“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.

You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.

The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.

So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.

You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.

You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.

You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.

Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.

And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.

Word Count: 1742

This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(

I WROTE 16 PARTS TO ANOTHER SERIES ALL IN FIRST PERSON I WANT TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF