Punk Harry Series Part 17

Punk Harry Series Part 17

Part 16

Masterlist

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)

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Spider Woman Part 5

Word Count: 2266

Part 4

Masterlist

“Bro what the fuck!? Did you actually think it was a smart idea to pull out in front of me?” You yelled to the Honda Accord that for some odd reason thought that pulling out in front of you was a good idea when you were clearly too close and there wasn’t enough room for them to pull out but whatever.

You rolled your eyes as you switched into the left lane and pulled into the holiday inn that Harry and his family are staying in.

You smiled to them as they walked out. Harry in casual black skinnies, a green sheer blouse and a pair of black leather boots with about a one inch heel. Anne was in a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a sheer blue blouse over a black tank top and a pair or black flats. His sister Gemma wore black leggings, a white t-shirt, a denim jacket, and combat boots.

You waved to them as they piled into your old 2000 4Runner. The car is ancient but it’s good for a New England winter and it was free. It was your savior when you were commuting to college.

“Hey, so, this is quite the town?” Harry said as he buckled up in the passenger seat.

“Yeah ok so it’s not to fancy. And we have a really bad heroin problem but it’s home.” You said and he rolled his eyes.

“So, where to first?” Harry asked as he looked back to his family.

“I was thinking my highschool, it’s the most famous thing here other than the Museum which we will see as well.”

“Alright then off to your high school.” Harry said and you rolled your eyes.

“So how was your flight?” You asked, looking back at Gemma and Anne.

“Good, the flight attendant weirdly recognized me and gave us chocolate chip cookies.” Gemma said and you laughed.

“Oh my god that’s awesome, and like getting here was good too? I know sometimes those cab drivers get mad when it comes to long distance drives.” You said and she shook her head.

“No, he was fine. Slightly grumpy but when we said where, he went on a rant about how he was from the neighboring town and how he is so proud that the town has something it can be famous for other than that crazy X-Factor audition where the boy was obsessed with Britney Spears.” She said and you laughed.

“You know not a lot of people actually know about that for some reason. I remember hearing that he was from my town and freaking out thinking like great now everyone thinks this town holds a freak.” You said and they laughed.

Finally you pulled up to your old high school.

“Welcome to my alma mater. Currently educating 4000 plus students and containing over 10 buildings. This campus has been the setting of many of my nightmares and I’m 100% going to experience PTSD from coming back.” You joked and they laughed.

“Alright let's start the tour.”

For the next half hour you showed them your school, where Fat Y/N was bullied and made horrible memories! Sarcasm.

“Is is cool if we stop by my first job? I’m thirsty.” You asked and they all nodded so you took a little detour to the good old coffee shop.

When you were 16 your first job was a barista. It payed shit, the bosses treated you like shit, but you made the best friends you could have asked for there. Most of whom you still talk to today.

After you went to the Museum and went to the park that the movie was being played at to scout out where to sit. You decided that it would be best to speak to the police, who were going to be the security for the night, about a blocked off area for your friends and family. Not that you didn’t plan on mingling with the fans and townspeople but you also didn’t want your families to have to deal with unsolicited attention.

You went back to your house after and you gave them a quick tour. Then you went and ate a quick dinner with your whole family. You decided to change into something a bit warmer. You changed into a pair of black leggings, a orange vetements sweatshirt, and a some black vans.

When you got back to the living room Harry and his family all had jackets incase it got cold, same going for your family and your friends who had just arrived. You rolled your eyes as you watched them all try to play it cool around Harry.

Next to Harry was your friend Harmony, known for being the first person you notice. Not only is she incredibly tall, but she can be so loud she can wake up a whole neighborhood. She was wearing light wash jeans, white converse, and a black sweatshirt.

Next to Harmony was your good friend Tiffany. She was always the pretty one. She was also the party girl. When you were in school, she was the one who corrupted you. You started drinking and smoking because of her. The drinking you no longer do but when you get stressed you like to enjoy a blunt here and there. And by here and there you mean literally once every six months, it’s not a common thing in your household. She was wearing high waisted dark wash jeans, a deep brown cropped sweater, an oversized army jacket, and nude boots.

Then next to her was your best friend Lily. She never really hung around with you, Harmony and Tiffany seeing as she didn’t agree with the elicit things you guys did but she had been your best friend since middle school and worked with you all at the coffee shop, where you had met Tiffany and Harmony. Although you hung around with Tiffany and Harmony more when Lily left for college and moved to Maine. Since then you have spoken to all of them at least once a day. And she has somehow still managed to help guide you and be there for you even with how hectic your life has been lately. She was wearing light wash jeans, a grey sweatshirt and black converse.

“Oh I should probably introduce everyone.” You said as you walked into the room.

Harry stepped back and put his hand on your back to pull you forward into the little circle the girls had created around him.

“This is Harmony and Tiffany, friends that I met through my first job, guys this is Harry and his sister Gemma and his mom Anne. And this is my best friend Lily who I’ve known since middle school.” You said introducing everyone.

You then all loaded into two cars spitting with five and five. Your sister, your mom, your dad, Anne and Gemma all going in one car. And then Harry, Tiffany, Harmony, Lily and you all going in another. You drove while Harry sat up in front, Tiffany, Harmony and Lily all cramming in the back.

It’s worth mentioning that Harry has a very different taste in music than the rest of you. He was playing oldies, that although you all appreciate, you guys prefered some Lil Pump, or Cardi B. Quickly Harry’s aux cord privileges were revoked and given to Tiffany.

Once you got to the park that the movie was being played at you were lead to a little hill that was slightly blocked off from the rest of the park. One officer stood at the front just to make sure no one unwanted would interrupt you guys.

It was strange being back in your old town, now that the movie was blowing up and people were hearing about it, you were getting many messages from people you went to highschool with. Funny how now that you’re skinny and rich, people want to talk to you.

What was stranger, was the ones who came that night.

“Hey, Y/N. Remember me? Carter Pottic? We went to highschool together?” He said trying to jog your memory. Little did he know you remembered everything.

“Yeah I remember you. I have a particular memory of you and your friends laughing at me when I had difficulty running the mile in gym.” You said and his smile dropped.

“Listen, I wanted to apologise. It’s been driving me crazy that I did that to you. I was young and dumb and just wanted to fit in.” He excused and you smiled, looking away quickly before looking back at him.

“Funny, cause that’s exactly what I wanted back then too. I wanted to fit in, but you made that real hard with all the talking behind my back you did. Also pretty funny how you only suddenly feel so guilty now that my follow count on twitter has lots of zeros.” You said and he looked around, clearly embarrassed. “But, I’m also not a huge cunt. I’ll forgive you, only cause I know I was just a kid then too but don’t expect us to be friends. I’m a different person now, I don’t hold grudges and hope for revenge, I guess I can only hope that you’ve changed too.” You said before walking away.

A few more of your old classmates came to see you. Some being friendly and simply congratulating you on all your success. Some who did the same as Carter. It was kind of unbelievable how many people want to make something out of nothing if it benefits them. Pretending to have had a friendly relationship with you when you could remember them laughing at the double chin you got when reading a book.

Seven people came up to you trying to get you to remember the few times you talked to them. One person actually tried to tell you that you sat next to him for an entire semester and although it was true, you never said one word to each other, but now you should reconnect.

You sighed as you slumped onto the blanket that was splayed on the ground, Harry sitting down next to you.

“How many people from your past tried to reconnect with you once you were on the X-Factor?” You asked, not looking at his face. You didn’t want to see the pity you knew had cascaded over his features.

“More than I can count.” He admitted and you groaned.

“Why are people so deplorable? Like, ok none of them directly bullied me, but do you know how many times they would avoid being put into groups with me cause I was the fat girl? I remember actually hating when the teacher didn’t assign seats cause I knew no one would want to sit with me, same going from group projects. No one wanted me in there group, and now suddenly everyone wants to reconnect. Like you only now feel guilty for the way you treated me? Now that I’m playing Spider Woman in a Marvel Movie?” You exasperated.

“People are cruel, I’m sorry you were treated like that. Not that I’m defending them but you were all just kids then.” He said and you nodded.

“I know and that’s why I can’t hold anything against them. I remember being mean to people just because I was young and dumb. It’s just slightly unfortunate that what they did put me in a never ending depression and scarred me for life.” You said smiling up at him. He smiled back down at you before wrapping his arm around your shoulder and swaying you guys slightly. You were always happy that Harry got your self-deprecating jokes, many times have you made a joke at your own expensive and it doesn’t deliver well.

“I mean, now at least you can say, fuck them I’m Spider Woman.” He joked and you laughed. Right after he said that the title of the movie appeared on the giant screen at the front of the park, signaling that the movie was starting.

The park erupted in cheers and your friends came barreling at you, tackling you and knocking Harry over in the process.

“Y/N! It’s starting!” Lily yelled and you laughed pushing the three of them off you.

“Yes and if you’d all shut up we could watch it. And I swear Tiffany if I look over and see you texting I am throwing your phone in the lake. I’m literally in this movie.” You threatened and she laughed as she made a point of publicly turning off her phone.

“I’ve already snapped the car ride over here and the title of the movie displaying on the screen so I’m good for the night.” She said and you rolled your eyes.

You leaned over so your head rested in Harry’s lap, his long fingers threading their way through your long brown hair. You smiled up at him before turning to the opening of the movie where the talented Bailey Bucher played young Jessica. You all watch as the story starts with her Nazi father, who was played by David Schwimmer, having to inject her with untested genetically modified spider venom and placing her in a genetic enhancing accelerator.

Lily squeezed your arm as the scene where nearly 50 years later HYDRA finds the accelerator that Jessica was in and opens it up, allowing your face to appear on the screen for the first time.

“That’s you.” She whisper-yelled into your ear. You sighed and shook your head, they were all lunatics, but they were your lunatics and you loved them.

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.

Punk Harry Series Part Fifteen 

Part Fourteen

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Moving In: “Are you like totally sure this is cool?” You could t help but ask again. Harry tolled his eyes and he set the third box of what you knew was probably makeup into his trunk. “You ask me that again and my answer will change.” He joked and I smiled before stepping forward and smoothing my hand onto his back, rubbing the surface of his grey cotton t-shirt. “Listen, I want to move in with you, seriously nothing would make me happier. I just really want to make sure that you feel the same because you know I was the one who suggested it and I don’t want to you to just be agreeing with me. I want you to want this just as much as I do. And I really don’t want to push you into moving into a space of our relationship that you’re uncomfortable with.” I explained and he sighed before turning to tug me into his arms. “Love, I don’t think I ever feel better than when I wake up next to you, or make breakfast with you, or see your toothbrush next to mine. I want that everyday, I love being domestic with you so stop fuckin questioning my love for you.” He said, starting to joke around towards the end and I smiled and leaned up to kiss his chin. “All right then let’s go get more of my shit.” I said before starting for the stairs again and he sighed. “Okay but like how much stuff do you have?” He asked and I laughed. ~ You sighed and you tried to jam another pair of leggings into the dresser draw. This whole sharing a dresser thing definitely started out as a great idea but is quickly dwindling as you’re realizing you both just have too much shit. “Harry, honey, you know you can probably hang your jeans and sweat shirts right?” You asked and you emptied and entire draw of said items onto the bed. You had noticed all of this as you were looking for alternative ways to store your clothes. “Yeah, but I could also put them in the dresser.” He said poking his head into the room from the walk-in closet. “Ok sure, but I actually have way to many clothes that can’t be hung so you’re actually gonna have to hang them from now on.” You said and he nodded coming over to scoop them up from the bed. “So what’s going in the dresser. Give me the layout.” He said, his back facing you as he walked into what was now both of your closet. You liked that. “Uh, so left is your side, right is mine. Top left drawer is the only exception, has both your underwear and socks plus my socks. Top right has my bras and underwear. Then middle is shirts and bottom is pants.” You said and you heard a “mmm-hmmm” in approval.  “Need any help in the closet?” You called and he replied with a quick no. “Alright then I’ll get started on dinner k?” You called as you started to walk out of the room. “Sounds good babe!” You heard him call back and I smiled as you walked down the stairs to the kitchen. You really enjoyed being domestic with Harry so far.

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Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

Part Seventeen

Part Eighteen

Spider Woman Part Three

Word Count: 1586

Part Two

Masterlist

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.”