Hickey Prank| V.H

Hickey Prank| V.H

Vinnie Hacker x Reader

Synopsis: You decide to prank Vinnie with the help of Alex and Kouvr.

Warnings: fluffy? Angst? idk, Vinnie has a potty mouth along with everyone else

a/n: this is kind of a mess, but it's alright ig

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"Hey guys, so judging by the title you all know where this is headed. In my last vlog I surprised my good friend Vinnie Hacker with a billboard of his old Tinder account, and his reaction to it was quite underwhelming. So me being a terrible friend I wanted something more, standing to the right side me right now I'm pretty sure you all know her by now is Vinnie's girlfriend-" Alex paused and turned the camera slightly over to Y/n who was standing in front of her bathroom mirror.

"What's up!" She exclaimed, waving to the camera.

"And as you can see we're in her bathroom. Now the million dollar question is why? Well we'll be applying these fake hickeys on her neck!" Alex explained holding up a packet of temporary love bite tattoos that he ordered online.

"Vinnie I'm sorry!" Y/n squeaked out, feeling excited about the prank but also nervous. To make Vinnie buy into the whole thing, Alex suggested that she act a little standoffish and not really answer any of his calls along with sending him one worded text.

Yeah they were really winging it.

"Okay guys so to make this believable and give us the reaction we want, Y/n's been acting completely strange with Vinnie all day, what he know now is that she's out to the store grabbing some stuff, when in reality she's been gone for two hours and had been blowing him off. He doesn't know that I'm with her or Kouvr-" He paused again pointing to Kouvr who was helping Y/n put on the fake hickeys.

"He is going to freak out!" Kouvr chuckled, feeling nervous for Y/n.

Just the y/n's phone began ringing, the trio looked at already knowing who it was. She picked it up, putting the speaker on.

"Hello?" She asked, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Baby, where are you? Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, thinking something bad must've happened.

Y/n's heart fluttered, here he was feeling so worried for her and all she was doing was putting fake hickeys on her neck to crush his heart. 

But the show must go on.

"I'm fine, why are you calling?" 

Vinnie, who was sitting in his room, looked down at the phone in confusion and slight suspicion.

"What do you mean why am I calling? You've been gone for almost three hours now! Where the hell are you?" Vinnie was now aggravated that she wasn't bothered by the fact that she's basically blowing him off.

"I'm at the store?" Y/n said in a purposeful non convincing tone. Alex covered his mouth trying not to laugh.

"What the- are you buying the entire fucking store? Seriously, you're acting weird, just come back here please." Vinnie said.

"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." Y/n said, pressing a few fake hickeys around her neck and on top of her cleavage.

"Okay hurry, I love you." Vinnie said sincerely.

"Love you too." She quickly ended the call before he could say anything about not saying the "i". That was one of his pet peeves, y/n knew this, and in this case it was a perfect use.

After the call ended Alex and Kouvr left to go back to the hype house, leaving y/n in her apartment not wanting to be suspicious of all three of them arriving at the house together.

She waited around in her apartment until Alex texted her that they arrived at the house. 

Y/n quickly left her apartment and made her way to the hype house, feeling anxious. She didn't know how Vinnie was going to react.

She pulled up to the house and parked in the large driveway. Turning off the ignition she sat in her car for a few minutes examining the hickeys on her neck and chest. She was wearing a striped spaghetti strap crop top that showed off a bit of cleavage.

Here goes nothing. 

Before she got out of the car she grabbed Vinnie's zip up Hoodie from the backseat and slipped it on. She didn't want to make it obvious.

Right when she stepped into the house she was greeted by Vinnie who was seemingly waiting by the door for her to enter.

"Three hours, y/n really?" He furrowed his eyebrows, noticing her attire. It was like 100 degrees outside. Why the hell is she wearing a hoodie? 

"I know I'm sorry! Traffic was a bitch, and the mall was crowded." She lied, noticing everyone in the living room including Alex and Kouvr who were still vlogging.

"You said you were going to the grocery store." Vinnie said shifting his feet, something was off. And he knew it

"I went both to the grocery store and the mall." She quickly said, mentally patting herself on the back.

He squinted his eyes at her and then shook his head. 

"No you didn't go to either,  because you forgot your purse and wallet here."  He said matter of factly , causing y/n's face to drop. She'd completely forgot about that, but hey way more easy to sell into the prank.

They stood there in silence for a moment, Vinnie glaring at her wondering why the hell is she lying. 

Just as she was about to respond Alex, luckily chimed in. 

"Hey Vinnie and y/n join us in playing, never have I ever!" 

"No, me and y/n are going to my room." Vinnie said, still staring at her.

"I would love to play Alex!" Y/n exclaimed nervously, quickly walking away from Vinnie before he could grab her arm.

She joined Jett,Alex,Thomas,Michael,and Kouvr in the living room. Vinnie stood there for a moment before following her and sitting down next to her. 

He was getting pissed, why on earth would she lie? Or maybe she's telling the truth and realized at the time she forgot her purse and went to her apartment to get her spare credit card. 

That reasoning calmed him down a little, but just a little. It still didn't justify her not answering his calls or texts the majority of the time she was out.

Meanwhile Alex noticed Vinnie's demeanor, and glanced at y/n who was answering Jett's question.

"I'd never been skinny dipping, sound fun though." Y/n shrugged

"Maybe Vinnie can take you, on one of these hot days." Alex mentioned, sparing a look at Vinnie who was pretty much in his own world.

"Oh ,I don't think Vinnie is in the mood for me right now." Y/n joked, motioning towards Vinnie.

That made him snap his head towards her. "Don't say that, you know there's never a time when I'm not in a mood for you. C'mere" 

He pulled her into his lap and kissing her on the lips while wrapping his arms around her. This wasn't unusual for Vinnie, he can never really stay mad at her.

"Okay lovebirds that's enough." Michael tossed a pillow in their direction, Vinnie caught it swiftly and threw it back at him.

Alex took this time to comment on Y/n's hoodie, purposely of course.

"Hey y/n you aren't hot? What's with the hoodie?" Alex smirked, aiming the camera towards the couple.

"Dude, she's fine. She doesn't need you to tell her that she's hot, only I can." Vinnie said snuggling into her. Causing y/n to snicker at his comment.

"No he's right, it is getting pretty toasty in here." Y/n chuckled, unwrapping Vinnie's arms so that she could take off the hoodie.

Once it was off she placed it to the side and took a glance at the hickeys that still were there on top of her breasts, looking very much real.

I am so dead.

Vinnie went back to wrap his arms around her and pulled her back tightly against his chest, and rested his chin on her shoulder. 

Kouvr and Alex, were the only ones who knew about the prank, the others were just as clueless as Vinnie. So when Thomas nudged Vinnie quietly and motioned towards his chest/neck mouthing the words "she has a shit tons of hickeys bro". That definitely caught Vinnie's attention.

He took a quick peek over your shoulder, and there as clear as day dark purple bruises were scattered on your neck and on your cleavage.

"What the fuck? babe, what are those?" He asked, looking over the marks.

"Oh, that's just a burn. Kouvr, never have I ever started a fire." Y/n said quickly, trying to get the attention off her.

"Um, one time when me and Alex were making this big pizza-" Kouvr started to explain but was so caught off by Vinnie's loud voice.

"That's not a fucking burn!" He unwrapped his arms around you once again, and moved your hair from off your shoulders, revealing more "hickeys".

"What? It is!" You fake being annoyed trying to move your hair back from over your shoulder, but Vinnie kept it back rubbing his index finger over it and taking a quick glance at his finger to make sure it wasn't just makeup.

It wasn't, and that pissed him off to the core thinking that he'll give you the benefit of the doubt and thinking it was you joking around with him.

"Bullshit! What the fuck? No-are you serious right now y/n?" He lifted your body and sat you on the side of him. 

Everyone else in the room watching the scene unfold in front of them with interest and shock—aside from Alex and Kouvr.

"It's a burn! I was trying to flatiron my hair and it ended up with me having a few burns." You managed to get out with a straight face, which angered Vinnie even more.

"Your hair is in fucking braids Y/n!" He exclaimed motioning your hair, which was in fact in freshly knotless braids.

Realizing your mistake you tried to cover it. "Okay, I fell out of the car before I came here and my body rolled down the driveway."

You heard a slight snicker and saw Alex trying to hold in his laughter along with everyone else at your bullshit excuse. The only person who didn't find it amusing was Vinnie.

"You really think this is funny?" He questioned, towering over you as you were sitting down on the couch.

"I'm telling the truth, babe." You looked up at him with amusement dancing in your eyes.

"Those are hickeys! No burn or fucking rolling down a driveway would make these specific marks! Jesus Christ! there's one actually on your tit!" He yelled, looking over the scattered hickeys.

"It's not very nice to use Jesus's name in vain, you should know, choir boy." You said, not taking the situation seriously. 

This time your comment made Alex burst out laughing which made Vinnie snap his head in his direction glaring at him.

"Bro, this shit is not funny- and why the hell are you recording this?" Vinnie furrowed his eyebrows.

"Because he's filming a vlog now, would you please sit down and continue the game?" You reached out to grab his hands to pull him back down on the couch.

"Don't touch me y/n! I seriously can't believe you!" He exclaimed taking a step back, 

"Vinnie, chill it's nothing! It's a mosquito bite!" You lied again, making Vinnie scoff and place his hands on his hips.

"So what the fuck is it y/n? First you say it's a burn, then a tumble down the driveway did it, and now a mosquito bite?" He looked at you in disbelief, before shaking his head. "That explains why you were gone for that long, who were you with?" 

Your mouth dropped in fake shock. "Are you accusing me of cheating?"

He threw his hands up in the air. "Well what do you call it then?"

"Okay, you cannot answer my question with a question." You said, not taking any of this seriously

"I'm not fucking joking around with you, I can't believe this!" He grabbed my chin turning my head to look at the 'hickeys' once more.

You snatched your head away from his grasp, looking at his serious expression.

"No I know you wouldn't do this" He said chuckling to himself while placing his hands on his hips. He paced in front of everybody mumbling.

You glanced at everyone's faces, and pretty much everyone has the same expression as you all watch Vinnie pace back and forth.

He's lost it.

"Y/n please just be honest, tell me you didn't!" He stopped pacing and glanced down at you. He ran his hand through his hair blinking rapidly as different emotions were displayed on his face.

You felt so bad. You completely forgot he's been down this road before with his ex, only that was real.

It's time to end this dumbass prank, you didn't want to go too far. In fact Alex never really told you when to stop, so might as well do it on your own accord.

"Okay, I'll admit it." You pretended to be guilty and look down. Out the corner of your eye you see Alex still recording, with the sheer glee on his face.

Vinnie swallowed the lump in his throat getting prepared for what's to come out of your mouth.

"These are hickeys, and they clearly weren't from you." You looked up with a pained look.

Vinnie nodded to himself, accepting the fact that you basically admit to cheating on him.

"They were from tom's twiddle shop." You added, breaking into a smile. 

"You just got pranked bro!" Alex exclaimed, jumping up, shoving the camera in Vinnie's confused face.

"No way!" Thomas and the rest of the group said, before laughing.

"Baby c'mere! Look!" You grabbed the alcohol wipes from Kourv who had them on standby, to wipe off the fake hickeys which came off with a couple of scrubs.

Vinnie watched with his jaw dropped, feeling absolutely relieved. 

"Can I have a hug?" You asked walking, over to him after being denied a couple times.

"You scared me, I thought-" He was interrupted by you kissing him on the lips.

"I would never do that to you, I love you." Giggles left your lips, as you look at the relief flashed on Vinnie's face.

Judging by his past experience, he was put at ease that it is in fact one of Alex's dumbass pranks that he somehow got you involved in.

"Bro you should've seen your face!" Alex wheezed, clutching his camera making sure it was directed at Vinnie.

"That's not funny, fuck you ." Vinnie playfully bucked at Alex who laughed even harder.

@larries reminder that you should unfollow me and also rethink your entire life

Anything For You

Just a little self indulgent blurb.

Warning: Talk of chronic illness and medication

Word count: 566

Pairings: Jacob Day x Reader

Note: Was hit with a really bad migraine today and it completely ruined my day, really needed someone there for me. so this is completely self indulgent.

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Today was supposed to be fun: special. You were staying the night together for the first time. You’d arrived in the early afternoon, hanging out around the house. In the movie room was when you began to feel it. The dull ache in your neck and the ringing in your ears. You sipped on some water and hoped it would go away, blaming it on being excited. But when you went to sit by the pool with everybody, and you began to feel faint: you knew it was best to tell Jacob. But you didn’t want to ruin the day for you both, not that you could help it.

You sheepishly walked up to him and sat beside him, dipping your feet into the pool.

Leaning your head against his shoulder: “J, I think I’m getting a migraine,” you spoke softly. Almost ashamed.

His arm slipped around you, coming up to smooth your hair back.

“Yeah? Let’s go inside, we can lay in bed and take a nap,” he whispered back.

He helped you up and guided you inside with a hand on the curve of your back.

“Do you have anything to take? I’ve got ibuprofen and I’m sure someone has other stuff,” he offered.

“I have my meds in my bag, it’s downstairs I think.”

Jacob kissed your forehead before going to get your medicine. He stopped in the kitchen to get you something to drink as well.

“Here baby, what else can I do for you?”

“Can you just lie with me? I’m really sore,” you frowned after swallowing the pill.

“Of course.”

He pulls his shirt and sweats off, getting into bed behind you before snaking his arm around you.

“Let me know if you need anything.”

He thought you’d fallen asleep, so he was startled by the sob that left your mouth.

“Hey,” he started. “Shh baby, I know. What can I do to help you?”

“I- I don’t know!” You cried, gripping onto his hand that was wiping away your tears.

“Nothing?” He pouted: “What do you do at home?”

“I use ice, but it just hurts!”

“I know, I know it does. Let me go get you some ice, I’ll be right back,” he cooed.

He came back to see you clutching his pillow over your eyes, whimpers still leaving your lips.

“I’ll hold it for you, just show me where it hurts.”

Jacob got back into bed with you, guiding your head to his chest and letting you show him where you’re hurting the most.

He held the ice pack against your head, putting a little bit of pressure.

“Close your eyes, just relax our body,” he whispered.

“It just hurts so much,” you whispered in defeat.

“I know, but I’ve got you. I wish I could take the pain away.”

“I’m sorry for ruining our night,” you whimper, cuddling into him further.

“You didn’t ruin anything baby. I promise. Let’s just focus on getting you better.”

Jacob found an app that plays different sounds to help you fall asleep, he put on a cat purring and it wasn’t long before you fell asleep against him.

He kissed your forehead and gently brushed your hair back. Feeling relief at how peaceful you looked; rather than teary eyed and face scrunched in pain.

Call him an asshole, but he liked taking care of her when she was like this.

please post more of writing fine line series!! i'm OBSESSED

Writing Fine Line: Canyon Moon

A/N: Hey lovies!! What do we think about Harry’s House? Favorite songs? Tell me all the things 💚

SUMMARY: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Canyon Moon was made. (6.3K)

GENRE: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, 

WARNINGS: lil angsty? side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary)

Since 2010 Masterlist Previous Song Here 🍄

It’s been two days since YN has taught Mitch her stoned solo from She and has helped produce the song to its completion. 

YN had mentioned to Harry later that day about needing to go back to her house soon to give her overnight bag another refill before spending another week at Kid’s Malibu home. Although she drove herself, he offered her a ride over with no hesitation, taking the opportunity to suggest a mini road trip on their way to LA.

So now YN sits in the passenger seat of Harry’s yellow Ferrari with the windows down and a pair of red heart-shaped sunnies on her face. 

Sea salt, The Flamingos, Tom Ford cologne. 

Harry sneaks a couple of glances at her from time to time from under the protection of his Ray Bans. He can’t help but admire how beautiful she looks as she rests her chin on her crossed arms on the window sill, the wind blowing across her features as he drives them down the PCH. She looks peaceful, unbothered, and absolutely stunning under the clear California sky.

She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she’s been stealing glances at him, too. His hair messily yet perfectly tousled on top of his head, a pair of sunnies resting on the bridge of his nose. The way he grips the steering wheel with one hand while his other is to his lips as he casually rests his elbow on the window ledge. The slight stubble covering his jaw and upper lip is just begging for her to run her fingers across the skin, longing for her lips to be brushed up against.

She shakes herself from those thoughts. She reminds herself that they’re just friends right now...but could they really be considered that after writing Adore You? Does he still feel that way? Was he simply writing from a place in the past? Things have changed. She wants to set some boundaries between them from the amount of whiplash she gets from her contradicting emotions towards this man. 

They’re both undeniably competitive; it’s a game of ping pong that neither one of them is willing to lose.

YN loves him—more than a best friend—but she’s paralized by fear. Fear of loving someone so much to the point where you can’t even tell which way is left or which way is right, where it’s physically impossible to be away from the other, where you can’t even breathe. Fear that she’s already there.

Maybe she knows Harry feels the same way but she’s too scared to ask about it. Instead, she'll just sit quietly in the comfort of friendship.

YN has her phone connected to his stereo, some of their favorite music sounds through the car’s sound system. It’s a mix of songs the two of them like. 

After some time, YN rolls up her window and lowers the volume on the music to let some of the quietness come back into the car.

“Think the album is coming along really well so far.”

“Yeah? Not just saying it cause your names in the credits.” He teases.

“Pft. If there was something wrong with it, you know I would have told you already.”

That’s one of the things Harry respects YN for as an artist and as a friend. She isn’t afraid to sugar coat anything when something’s not right. It’s one of things that made Harry know he wanted to bring her back to work for him. She was—and still is—pushing him to create music out of his comfort zone, to have another take in the recording booth because she knows he can hit that note better. Nudging him to write from a deeper place within himself that he was too scared to look at.

“There’s no denying that. But, yeah I think She turned out really nice—”

“Woah, woah, woah—”

“What? What?” Harry’s panic soothes over as YN reaches forward to turn the volume up on his stereo. The song You Don’t Have To Be A Star (To Be In My Show) begins to play through the small space.

He takes a glance over to YN to see her moving her upper body along to the hippie song. Her arms push and pull in front of her with her eyes closed. It’s one of the songs on their karaoke list, having sung it on countless, drunken occasions in an undeniable duet.

He’s about to start singing with her but the words get caught up in his throat as the sound of her singing.

Baby come as you are with just your heart

And I'll take you in

You're rejected and hurt

To me you're worth what you have within

Her fist appears in front of his lips as if she’s holding an invisible microphone. “Sing it, Harry!” 

“Dunno know the words.” He shrugs, a smile sitting comfortably on his lips.

“Liar.” YN yells back with a beaming smile. 

Now I don't need no superstar

'Cause I'll accept you as you are

You won't be denied 'cause I'm satisfied

With the love you inspire

As YN continues to sing, she makes her movements dramatic. Pointing out in front of her like she’s on stage, her “microphone” in her other hand. 

Oh honey, there'll be no cheering from the crowd

Just two hearts beating out loud

There'll be no parades, no tv or stage

Only me till your dying day

It’s ironic how differently those lyrics ring true to their lives now. From their two hearts just trying to find a heartbeat to the sound of their beating hearts becoming loud enough for the world to hear. 

Despite the fame, the tour, the spotlights, they’re each other’s other half. That’s something that will never change. 

“You don't have to be a star, baby, to be in my show.” The two sing together, repeating it with smiles bright enough to outshine the sun. 

It’s like he’s hearing the song for the first time again. It’s sweet, heart-wrenching, and fitting. 

Another half hour goes by before Harry’s pulling into a backlot of an all too familiar café on the corner of Beachwood street. 

"Figured we should get a bite to eat before heading to your place. Dunno about you but m’starving."

The two walk the short distance around the small building before the sight of the huge sign reading "CAFÉ" and its royal blue door adjacent to it.

After Harry and YN order their food at the front counter, they take a seat at one of the only open seating in the busy café. She thinks her favorite thing about the café is the secludedness of it all. Although LA can be anything but discreet—with its paparazzi constantly seeking the opportunity to pounce from the depths of any shadow on the street and the looming, persistent need to have a perfect exterior acceptable by the stupid standards of society—sometimes the community likes to keep to themselves, too self absorbed to bother looking anywhere other than their phone screens. 

That and the yellow and blue triangle tiles littered across the ground. Those are really cute.

As the two settle into their seats, a waiter delivers their drinks.

“I’m a Brit at heart and am always gonna love my tea but the coffee comes out whenever we come here.” YN lifts the wide mug to her lips, blowing the steam off the top before taking a sip. She hums, licking her lips as to chase the sweet taste of the brewed beverage. YN looks around to take in the small cafe. The sound of soft chatter and utensils clinking against dishware fills the space. “We used to come here quite often, didn’t we?”

The Beachwood café was discovered on a rare day off during the band’s third tour. With the itch to be anywhere but a stuffy hotel room, the two went exploring the streets of LA in search of somewhere to eat with the hope of not being spotted by fans or paparazzi. The café was small but big enough to not get noticed, cozy enough to lose track of time, and coffee good enough to break a Brit. 

Over the years, the walls of the space have seen the two come here as friends, lovers, and anything in between.

“Things have gotten a little hectic since then, huh?”

“Just a little.” YN says with a scrunch of her nose. Both of them know their jobs come with a heavy price of little to no down time but neither one of them would choose a different career path. With that also comes the little room for relationships. It’s one of things that Harry finds some comfort in with YN. They both have a clear understanding of the demanding work hours and the long travels that there’s no need to have a sit down and explain to one another about it; they both just knew.

A waitress sets down their plates before giving the two a kind smile and leaving them to enjoy their meal.

When YN looks down at her healthy, kale wrap and sweet potato fries, she instantly regrets not ordering a plate of chocolate chip pancakes like Harry instead.

“Do you want a fry?” 

Harry looks up from grabbing his utensils to his friend’s raised eyebrows and wide eyes. His eyes flicker from her face to her plate before giving her a knowing smirk. From an outsider’s perspective, her offer is simply a kind gesture to share her food. An invitation to let him snack on her plate while he eats his (a given for the two of them in any meal hour, but nonetheless). He knows her better than that.

Without a word, Harry moves his iced tea out of the way before he picks up her ceramic plate and swaps it with his. 

He plops a fry in his mouth and gives her a cheeky smile. “Yeah, I’ll take one.” YN giggles at his gesture and takes the fork from his giving hand.

“It’s kinda freaky how well you know me.” YN stabs the fluffy food before waving it towards him like a magic wand. “It’s like you can read my mind or something.” She says before sticking the fork in her mouth.

If only I could. He thinks to himself. Then I would know what’s racing through your mind all the time.

Harry kisses his teeth. “I knew you would find out sooner or later. Just don’t blow my cover, yeah? Have to keep my superhero identity a secret and all tha’.” 

“Roger that.” YN pretends to zip her lips shut, locking it at the end, and handing him the key. He plays along, leaning back in his seat to put the imaginary key in his front pants pocket, smiling at the sound of her giggling. 

Harry takes the fork from her hand. She tries her hardest to ignore the way her skin tingles at his touch or how mouth watering his jaw looks when he chews on a piece of her pancakes. 

“Oh shit, that’s good.”

“You kiss your mum with that mouth?” 

Harry wipes his thumb against the corner of his lip before bringing it to his mouth, licking off the sticky syrup there. He gives her a laugh through his nose as he looks down at his plate and begins to tear the white paper the wrap is covered in.

“My mum has been asking for you actually.”

“Been meaning to pay her a visit.” YN leans over to grab a fry from his plate. 

Harry accidentally bumps his foot with hers underneath the table. He's about to give her an apologetic smile but he just sees her head down as she cuts another piece off of her pancake stack and feels her sneaker slide further next to his.

"Do you remember that one time we did a show in London in like 2014? And had our families backstage? It was the time Anne wanted to see the tour bus."

"And then that made all the other mums want to see it too?" Harry moves the tip of his shoe along the side of hers.

"They way we all ran to the bus and chucked everything off the ground and into the spare bunk beds and the cabinets." YN giggles into the back of her hand. 

"I saw Louis throw a pile of Niall's clothes out the window." Harry chuckles. YN fully laughs at the memory. She remembers the absolute chaos that she and the boys went through to clean the nasty tour bus. YN was an organized person for the most part, but when you live in a confined space with five brothers 24/7, tidiness gets kicked out the door.

“He was so confused when he saw it outside.” She musters out through her laughter. Harry squeezes his eyes shut as he laughs, the skin beside his eyes wrinkle at the action.

Shared pancakes, coffee, and easy conversation.

On the drive to YN’s house, with a full belly and the sound of soft background music in the car, she fell asleep halfway there.

Harry pulls into YN’s secluded driveway and turns off the car. The sun was beginning to settle down for the night and so was he. 

He doesn’t have the heart to wake her; he even entertains the thought of just carrying her inside. He carefully reaches out and brushes a strand of hair out of her face. 

He looks out the windshield to her front door. Despite the sleek wood and brick modern architecture of her home, he looks fondly at her pastel yellow door. 

He always appreciates her touch in everything she owns. Hell, she’s the reason his own front door to his London home is pink. 

Her yellow door gives him comfort, a warm gooey feeling in his tummy, and a place to physically call home. 

...

Jenny paces around in front of the sink as YN sits comfortably on one of the bar stools on the kitchen island. Her manager looks over to YN with a dramatic roll of her eyes as her ex-husband rambles on over the phone. YN tries to hold back a smile as she goes back to her plate of fruit in front of her. 

Her and her manager are in the kitchen of YN's LA home and she has a couple days off before she has to leave for her next show. The two women were going over some documents, scheduling, and vague plans for her next album before they were interrupted by Jenny getting bombarded with phone calls.

"I just told you that the babysitter just called me saying that she can’t make it and I don’t have time right now.” Jenny points over to the slide glass doors that leads to the backyard and YN gives her a reassuring wave of her hand while munching on a piece of watermelon. “Go get the kids from school, Andrew...”

At the sound of one door sliding closed, YN turns her attention to the sound of keys opening her front door. She certainly wasn’t expecting anyone else over today. She’s close to calling her manager back in but her panic quickly dissipates at the sight of a head topped full of familiar brown locks, a dimpled smile, and the smell of Tom Ford cologne.

“Hi, baby.”

YN is off of her seat in an instant. Her bare feet quickly pad across her hardwood floors before she crashes her body with Harry’s. She wraps her arms around his neck and Harry bends forward enough to wrap his arms around her lower back, lifting her from the ground in a much needed hug.

“What’re you doing here?” YN softly asks into the crook of his neck.

“Wanted to surprise you.” Harry whispers into her hair. There's no other course of action but to melt into his embrace. “Did it work?”

“Mhm.” YN pulls back slightly to see his face, as if she’s making sure what she’s seeing is real. He’s supposed to be on tour right now, thousands of miles away and singing to crowds of devoted fans. Yet here he is with his arms clasped around her, clearing her of any doubt that this is a dream. “I thought you weren't coming over for another two weeks.”

“Hmm. Couldn’t wait any longer." Harry whispers, rubbing his nose with hers. Loving the way the action makes her lips tug up in a soft smile that would bring any man down to his knees. "Missed you.”

"Miss you more." YN gently runs her fingers through his hair to push it away from his eyes.  

She can’t wait a second longer before softly pressing her lips to his. “Welcome home,” She hums. She can feel him smile into the kiss and she lets out a giggle, too giddy to contain her emotions.

Home. He thinks. I’m finally home.

...

Harry's gaze turns to his right at the sound of YN stirring awake from his passenger seat. 

“Hmm? We’re home already?” YN rubs her eyes with the sleeves of her sweater.

“Yeah, lovie.” We’re home.

When the two walk inside YN's house, he's immediately hit with her familiar scent of vanilla. It’s not strong enough for a headache or anything but he’s certainly overwhelmed. 

“Do you want anything to drink? A snack? Still have some of the smelly vegan chips you like.” Harry chuckles seeing her carelessly kick off her shoes as she walks into the kitchen space. After setting down her duffle bag next to the door he goes to stand next to her slouched figure against the open refrigerator. She looks up to him with heavy eyes, still a little puffy from her nap.

"S'time for bed yeah?" Harry cups her jaw, rubbing his thumb over her temple. She hums in agreement, not having the energy to give him a complete answer. He gives a soft kiss to her forehead before leading them both up her spiral staircase.

YN drags her feet further into her bedroom but stops when she notices that Harry's still standing in the doorway. He lazily throws his thumb behind his shoulder.

"M'going to sleep in the guest room tonight." As much as he would love to share a bed with her tonight, he's not sure if they're there at this time of their relationship. Sure, they've slept in the same bed countless times in the past as friends or more, but with the constant back and forth of their confusing feelings, it's probably for the best.

“Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun.” YN stands before him, craning her neck to look up at him.

“Of course. Missed our little getaway trips.”

Out of habit, like a magnetic pull, the two friends lean in and give each other a quick, friendly kiss. Despite their on and off relationship, in between the chaos, it’s just become a natural thing for them to kiss each other goodbye.

He’s the one to blame for her causal affectionate behavior, but is she truly mad about it at this point?

Still close enough to feel each other’s breath on the other’s lips, YN whispers a soft, “Good night, Harry.”

“Good night, YN.” Harry tries to ignore the strain on his heart as she pulls away completely. Her hand rests on the door handle before looking at her friend as he walks down the hallway.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” 

YN hesitates with her next words. She wants to invite him in and spend the time together, like they used to. It doesn’t have to involve anything sexual, she surely doesn’t think she could hold herself back if one thing led to another but his company alone is enough. She just doesn't want this day to come to an end.

What is she thinking about? The words race through Harry’s mind.

“See you in the morning?” She utters out instead.

“In the morning.” Harry repeats, trying his hardest not to let his expression falter from his hopeful expectations.

He waits until she closes her door before unsticking his feet from the floor and carrying himself over to the room across the hall.

Harry rolls from his back to his side before rolling to his other side and then returning to his back. He looks at the digital clock on the bedside table and the bright red numbers tell him that it's a little past 3 am. He lets out a deep sigh as he runs his hands over his face.

As quick as the kiss was, his lips haven't been able to stop themselves from tingling all over. Although they've shared plenty of friendly kisses in the past, it was the first one they've shared since they've decided to end things for the time being. 

It was so subconscious that he doesn't think that even she realized what had happened when it happened. Was she going to invite him into her room? Did she want the kiss to last longer? 

He closes his eyes once again in hopes to drown out his loud thoughts only to be snapped back open in a roll of his eyes. He throws the comforter off of his body, swings his legs over the bed and carefully twists the door handle open. He passes her door with half the mind to enter her room but his feet carry him down the stairs to the kitchen. 

He stops in his tracks at the sound of a rerun from Friends, the light of the TV casting enough brightness to capture YN's facial features. She has her knees to her chest and her chin resting on top of them.

She turns to head to look over to him with a soft smile. 

"Told you I'd see you in the morning." YN pats the cushioned seat next to her. Coming into the light from the TV, it isn't until now that she notices that Harry's merely in a pair of briefs. She has his worn out Rolling Stones t-shirt on with a pair of pajama shorts.

Harry plops himself next to her and lazily throws an arm on top of the couch behind her. 

"Whatcha you still doing up?" She questions, keeping her eyes on the screen. She lets out a short laugh through her nose as Rachel pours marinara sauce into Monica’s handbag on the TV. 

Oh you know, I couldn't stop thinking about how your lips taste and have been going mad wondering if you've been thinking about me in the same way I think about you. The usual. 

"Could ask you the same thing.”

“But I asked you first.”

“Couldn't sleep. You?"

"Same." She rests her cheek on her knee to look at him. 

He reaches out and tucks a piece of her hair away from her face and behind her ear. She lifts her head before inching it closer to his. He thinks his heart may have skipped a beat and prays that she can't hear the sound of it beating out of his chest. He meets her halfway in a gentle kiss. It’s short and sweet. It makes him feel satisfied and unsatisfied all at the same time. When they pull away, her eyes flick back and forth between his before glancing down to his lips once more. 

Harry brings his palm to her cheek, thumbing over the apple of her cheeks. "What are you thinking about?" 

"Too much." YN puts her hand over the one on her cheek. "Help me turn my mind off?"

Harry pulls her into him with a seal of their lips. The TV show is long forgotten as she turns her head to the side, deepening the kiss. Their tongues dance around each other and fingers run across skin.

She kisses the side of mouth, down his jaw to the spot below his ear. He releases a shaky breath and slides his hand down the expansion of her outer thigh. As she continues to sponge her lips around his neck, Harry's eyes briefly open to be met with the couch beside them. The memories of drunken actions, jealousy and dependency flood his mind like a tidal wave. 

Harry brings her lips back to his in hopes to push back those memories and focus on the now. He kisses her slowly, kissing her top then bottom lip before pressing his lips fully on hers. He wants to savor this moment, to draw out and drink up each gasp and hum that she gives him. 

He brings his hand to the back of her neck and leaves a trail of kisses down her throat. She leans her head back to give him as much space as possible. When he sucks on the skin where her neck meets her shoulder, she sucks in a sharp breath and brings her fingers to rake through his hair. He can't help his eyes from flicking back to the couch. 

Alcohol breath, glossy eyes, the shake of her head.

He can't make her go through that again. He can't be the boyfriend for her. She doesn't deserve that.

"Harry? Are you alright?" YN leans back to look into his eyes. "Sorry, was that too much? We can stop if you wanna...”

"What? No—I mean.” Harry lets out a deep sigh. “Sorry.” He shakes his head with a furrow of his eyebrows.

"Hey, s'alright. Got a little carried away there." YN gives him a small smile, slightly out of breath.

Harry sighs and runs his hand over his face and through his hair. He wanted to kiss her for so long now. Stayed up all night thinking about it but now he's messing it all up. He doesn't deserve her. Her understanding, her kindness, her ability to make an uncomfortable situation feel anything but.

He loves her and, boy, is he in deep.

"Do you wanna finish the rest of the episode with me? Maybe have a cuddle?"

With her doed eyes and swollen lips, how could he deny her request? He'd do just about anything she asked, all she has to do is say the word.

"O'course. C’mere."

YN snuggles deep into his side and reels in the feeling of his hand running up and down her arm.

"Who got you being so cuddly nowadays, huh?" He teases her when she wraps her arm over his torso. He jumps a bit when she playfully pinches his side.

"S'all your fault. Don't act like it's anyone else’s."

Harry smiles and brings down the throw blanket behind the couch and lays it on top of her curled up figure.

With one hand caressing her arm wrapped around him, his other hand is brought up to her head as he mindlessly massages her scalp. It doesn't take long until he hears her breathing even out.

The couch taunts him and it makes his heart sink to his stomach. 

...

YN’s eyes flutter open and she has to squint a bit from the bright ceiling of her living room, letting her know that the sun's already out. The sound of a random sitcom plays quietly from her TV.

She feels hot, a little too hot. Along with a knitted throw blanket, Harry has the majority of his body laying on top of hers, his neck comfortably tucked into the crook of hers as he softly snores.

She runs her fingers through his hair. It has its desired effect as he gently stirs awake.

"Harry?" YN whispers. He hums, cuddling himself further into her. "We need to get up."

"Five more minutes." He says into her ear, his voice is a lot deeper and raspier in the mornings. "Promise."

"But I need to pee."

Harry peels his head away from her neck and looks down at her with sleepy, hooded eyes.

Day or night, he wonders how she can possibly look so beautiful in any given moment. Her hair is spread across the cushion behind her. Her eyes blink slowly up at him as the sun makes the color of her eyes seem brighter, lighter. Her smile, gosh, that smile.

"What's the password?"

"Move, I need to pee." After a playful raise of his eyebrow, she gives him a knowing look. "Please."

Harry kisses his teeth. "Actually it was Harry's the best in the world but better luck next time." He lays himself back down only to be pinched in the arm.

"Ouch. So it’s like that? Y’know I like it rough."

"How's your mind in the gutter this early?" YN giggles.

"Ooh say it again. M'close." Harry laughs when she slaps his arm but he eventually rolls himself to the little couch space left and she wiggles her way out from under him. He lays on his back as he watches her scurry her way to the bathroom. 

When YN closes the door behind her, she leans back against it as she closes her eyes. Once she kissed Harry good night and laid underneath her sheets, she couldn’t get him out of her head. She wanted to physically be with him but had a feeling that he didn’t want the same. It must have been true since he felt so uncomfortable with kissing her last night that he literally just stopped. She didn’t want to make him more uncomfortable than he already was so she swerved past the speed bump and moved on. Ugh, she was so dumb for thinking he saw her as anything more as a friend at this point. 

After splashing some water on her face, she heads back out to find Harry in the kitchen. Her belly fills with butterflies at the sight of him moving around her kitchen with such ease. He opens each cabinet with the knowledge of what’s in it. After putting two mugs on the island table, he lifts his gaze to hers.

“Good morning, lovie.”

“Morning.” She hums.

Harry pours hot water from the kettle into their mugs and the two quietly make their cups of tea.

“Anything you need to do before we leave?” Harry says as he moves his tea bag up and down before taking a sip.

“Gonna have a quick shower and finish packing then we should be good to head out.” YN sturs her honey into her tea before tapping her spoon against the rim before sticking it into her mouth. 

“YN?”

“Hmm?”

Harry leans a little forward, unable to keep his body from being apart from hers. 

"Do, do you..." 

Do you regret the kiss? Do you wanna kiss again? Does your heart flutter every time I’m near you like mine does? Do you still have feelings for me?

She watches as he takes a glance somewhere behind her before looking down to his mug. “Do you mind if I have a shower first?” He internally cringes at himself.

“Course not. Go ahead.”

As Harry truges up the stairs, YN looks behind herself to see what he could possibly be looking at. Was there something out of place? All she sees is her couches. She brings her mug to her lips with a sigh.

What was he thinking about?

...

YN enters the studio space to find the rest of the producers talking amongst themselves as they sit in front of the huge console full with hundreds of buttons and sliders. Mitch and Harry are sitting on the couch that’s alongside the wall of the room. Mitch has an acoustic guitar ready to play as Harry sits writing down what she assumes is lyrics, the clipboard resting on his lap. He moves his head from side to side, like he’s singing the words in his head, before going back to writing.

She gives a friendly nod over Mike, one of the camera men that’s recording content for the Fine Line Documentary. It’s nice to only have one person recording the album process. It takes away some of the pressure of feeling like the team is supposed to act a certain way or hold back from conversations. YN thinks back to the times of the band’s This Is Us film and Harry's Behind the Album documentary back in 2017. 

Video recording an album is different in that it’s way more intimate than just following a couple of teenagers mess around on tour. By having just one photographer versus four in a room, being out of the way and almost forgetting that he was in the room brings a sense of ease and calmness to everyone involved. 

"Anything good?" YN plops down the coffee table in front of the two men.

"Maybe," Harry scratches his temple with the end of his pen. "Wrote it a while back but I added a bridge to it. Needs some work though."

"Can I have a listen?"

Harry nods over to Mitch and he begins his quick strumming. His fingers move sharply up and down the neck of the guitar. YN’s immediately transfixed on the upbeat melody. She can already hear the stacked harmonies, the layered guitar melodies, and the funky bass thumping. 

The world's happy waiting

Doors yellow, broken, blue

I heard Jenny saying

“Go get the kids from school.”

Mitch looks up to see YN’s reaction to the lines, she has a small smile on her lips, clearly knowing what Harry’s referring to. She has to admit, she’s a little taken aback by the lyrics. He was really all in wasn’t he?

I'll be gone too long from you.

Mitch switches from strumming to tapping the body of the guitar.

Staring at the ceiling

Two weeks and I'll be home

Carry the feeling

Through Paris, all through Rome

And I'm still thinking back to

A time under the canyon moon

He thinks she's his home? How has this become more intimate than Adore You? 

"Um, yeah." Harry lets out a nervous chuckle but tries to cover it with a cough. "That's what I got so far."

YN doesn't want to ask when he wrote it or how he meant by this random person named Jenny and her kids. She doesn't ask questions she already knows the answers to.

"I love it. S'like Crosby, Stills and Nash on steroids.” She looks at him expectedly, with a soft raise of her eyebrows towards the clipboard on his lap. "And the bridge?"

“Like I said, it’s still in the works but it goes like: Quick pause in conversation, She plays songs I've never heard, An old lover's hippie music...” He sings by himself. 

She’s back in the leather seats of his Ferrari, driving down the PCH and singing along to Marilyn McCoo and Billy Davis Jr.

"Pretends not to know the words." YN sings, making Harry's dimples dig into his cheek. "So I'll keep thinking back to a time under the Canyon Moon." YN continues. "And then you can go back to the I'll be gone too long from you part." She casually sings the last bit as Harry scribbles down the new lyrics. Maybe he wasn’t writing from a place in the past after all.

“I love harmonies and YN is just, she’s such an artist when it comes to arranging them and making them sound so cool.” Harry moves his ring-covered hands in front of him, emphasizing his points. “Like, I’m just the guy who sings and she’s the one to make all of it come together to make it be one of the greatest things I’ve ever heard.”

YN has her big, studio headphones on as she bobs her head along to her newest vocal arrangement of all of the harmonies Harry just sang for her. His repetition of “I'm going, oh, I'm going home” that plays along with some of the added adlibs brings a smile to her face.

“I don't think a lot of people know that Harry can really reach those high notes." YN motions her hand, palm down, above her head. "Like he can get up there when he wants to. Can put Mariah Carey to shame—” YN can’t hold back the laugh that erupts from the back of her throat, covering her smile with the palm of her hand. The crew members behind the camera can’t help but softly chuckle along.

From her spot on the editing desktop, YN turns her head to look to the window that’s above the studio console desk. Harry’s on the other side with headphones similar to hers as he claps rhythmically into a microphone. He catches her gaze almost immediately, a smile already tugging on his lips. 

He matches her head bobbing motion before moving his entire body to the beat of the song, never stopping his clapping.

“No, but in all seriousness,” YN sighs and wipes her watery eyes with her thumb. “He’s an amazing singer. Truly. Could he be the next Ariana Grande? Who knows—” YN bursts into another fit of laughter when Harry quickly comes in from the sideline and tucks her neck in the crook of his arm. 

“Take it back.” He laughs.

She squeals out his name as he nearly pulls her off her interview chair but she’s quick to pinch his side, making him let go immediately when she touches his ticklish spot.

YN sits on one of the chairs inside the recording room. She has a leg on top of the other with Harry's clipboard in hand. She bounces her sick covered foot up and down to the sound of Harry singing into the padded microphone who's only about an arms length away. Both of them wear their studio headphones to listen to the music.

When he finishes singing the first verse, Harry decides to do an experimental whistle riff instead of scatting it like his last take.

While still looking down at Harry's written words, YN mindlessly harmonizes his riff. 

They both look up at each other with wide eyes and curling lips in a playful scoff. She meets his outreached hand with a slap before sliding her hand down to his fingers and pulling it back with a snap of their fingers.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” YN snickers as he walks away with a hand to his side. The rest of the crew members chuckle, making sure to capture every bit of their interaction. As she fixes her hair, you can hear him distantly say ‘brat’ from his spot somewhere behind the camera.

“Wanker.” She smirks at the camera.

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Hey! Idk if u r taking requests hint if you are, can u do one where harry+y/n+bby paxton are out and about but all the sudden get swarmed by paps and then one of the cameras accidentally hit the baby and the clip goes viral and celebs and ex-1D members and stans all start coming to the defense and share stories about how awful the paps are? U don’t have to haha

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Paparazzi

The outpour of love and well-wishes after the announcement of the birth of their firstborn son was touching and comforting. Harry and Y/N were lucky to be surrounded by so many wonderful people. Still, the eagerness of the public to get the first glimpse of the newborn and the new parents began to grow. No one had seen the couple out since before their son was born and Paxton was nearly three months old, now. People were becoming desperate.

There were more and more fans outside of their house as the days passed. Y/N and Harry had people running errands for them and luckily had the help of friends and family, as well, who would stick around for a few days at a time to give them little breaks and were more than happy to get some time with the happy baby. But as the sun stayed out longer and the temperature began to rise, the new family felt the yearning for a nice summer holiday.

They’d planned it for weeks, excited to take pictures and videos of Paxton’s first time at the beach. Harry had found a perfect house with a private beach off the coast of Italy and even decided to bring along security. And even though he didn’t do it often, he thought the circumstances warranted renting a private plane to take them to the beautiful country.

Harry and Y/N were very cautious in showing any images of their baby. No one, aside from close friends and family, even knew of his name. Having been the victims of stalking, they didn’t want their son to be subjected to that and tried everything in their power to protect their child. There were brief moments when it was typical for it to be vacant outside their home, so they planned their escape down to the minute; bags loaded in the car from the night before, and two security guards standing by to rush them to the car.

Paxton was already buckled into his infant car seat and kicking along, happily, as Y/N cooed at him, dangling toys and pinching his chubby legs while Harry peered out of the window, waiting until the coast was clear. She noticed her husband straighten up more just before the security guard said, “Let’s go.”

Harry hoisted the brown leather diaper bag further up his shoulders and tossed a muslin blanket over the top of the car seat to cover Paxton, just in case anyone happened to see them. He took hold of the car seat and carried his baby out to the car as swiftly as he could while Y/N followed closely behind him. It took two minutes for everyone to get settled in and pull out of the driveway before they felt like they could breathe a sigh of relief.

Y/N and Harry shared a look of burden. The lengths they had to take just to keep a bit of privacy and normalcy was insane. And still, they weren’t out of the woods yet. Although they were flying privately, they still needed to drive to the main airport where their plane would depart from a strip off to the side. Everything seemed to be alright, so far. Usually, Harry could tell if it were going to be crazy if there were cars of fans chasing them, and that was not the case, so he let his guard down.

But, as they approached the backup in the car queue through the airport terminals, they slowly came to realize that this wasn’t going to be as easy as they anticipated. They were at a standstill for over ten minutes, unmoving, with cars honking loudly around them. It seemed that there was roadwork on a few of the lanes ahead that caused a jam. Quickly, they had to make a decision that they didn’t miss check-in with their pilot.

After much deliberation, they decided that the only solution would be that Harry, Y/N, and their baby would have to walk down the strip accompanied by one of the security guards while the other security guard continued with the car and would eventually meet them at the plane with all of their luggage. Y/N couldn’t stay stuck in traffic, her claustrophobia was already starting to make her panic. The fresh air would do them all some good, and besides, there weren’t an overwhelming amount of people walking along outside. Most people were in a rush to get in. They thought they’d be able to handle it.

Poor Paxton was fast asleep, but it was a pretty far distance to be lugging a heavy car seat while trying to walk as quickly and discreetly as possible down the sidewalk to reach the end where their terminal would be. At least by carrying him, if someone did recognize them, they’d be able to shield their son better.

Gently, Harry unfastened the buckles from Paxton’s car seat and slipped him out, passing him over to Y/N without waking him. It was warm out, but Y/N made sure to wrap Paxton loosely in the thin muslin cloth and cover his face enough so that he could breathe well against her chest, but his face couldn’t be seen. The couple made sure to wear their sunglasses and Harry took hold of the leather diaper bag before the security guard jumped out and opened the door for them.

Quickly, they started making their way down the sidewalk, heads down to not call attention to themselves, and following their security guard’s strides who was barely a step ahead of them. Horns blared and echoed around them, stuffy fumes from car engines congested the area. For a moment, Harry thought they might actually get through unrecognized. But that quickly came to prove wrong.

It always started as just a feeling of being watched before turning into a slightly louder buzzing as people, wondering if it was really him, began to mutter. This then turned into a few shouts and calls. He ignored the first few calls until he realized that too many people started to notice. He turned, smiled, and waved at them as he continued. This usually satisfied fans enough to not follow him. But then he saw it. The cluster of cameras. Paparazzi.

They looked shocked to see him, at first. He guessed they were likely here for someone else at first and he was just a bonus. Just his luck. The security guard tightened his gap and Y/N felt a hand on the middle of her back as Harry protectively pushed her along so they could keep moving faster. Still, they were already halfway there and it wasn’t more than they were used to.

However, more people became increasingly aware that not only was Harry Styles there, but also his wife and newborn baby. Harry always had a good relationship with the paparazzi, but the incitement to get the first look at their son was causing them to swarm the new parents.

“Harry, how does it feel to be a dad?”

“What’s your son’s name?”

“Where are you headed?”

“Harry, does he look just like you?”

“Can we see?”

The questions were never-ending and almost too hard to hear as everyone talked at once. Surrounded by not only paparazzi but also curious fans, it became harder to move. Their security guard did his best to keep everyone at bay and to keep moving forward, but it soon became too crowded to move. Y/N held her baby closer to her chest as he began to wriggle and squirm from all the noise, sharing a brief look of concern with Harry who tried his best to remain calm and friendly while also trying to make way for his family out of the ring of paps that surrounded them who became more aggressive with their questions, closing in on them.

Cameras started bumping together, voices became louder, and the paparazzi began to shove each other, fighting to get closer to the celeb. Some fans began to notice how reckless they were becoming and started to yell at paparazzi along with the security guard who was still trying to push through to make room for them, only inching their way forward now.

“Back up, they have a baby!” a few girls screams were muffled behind the shouts of the paps.

Paxton was wiggling more now and started to whimper as Y/N and her husband were being yelled at in all directions. Y/N could feel paps nudging her back, getting too close for comfort. When the security guard noticed, he’d yell at them, but there wasn’t much he could do. He was only one person against dozens of others. Her claustrophobia was in full swing and her heart began racing, breath becoming more of a pant. She felt a tug on her shirt followed by a deep voice beckoning, “Come on, let us get a look at the happy family.” They had gotten bolder in touching her purposefully.

Y/N spun around, “Please don’t touch me,” she yelped.

Lights started to flash in her face and she felt a hand tug at the muslin cloth that was protecting her son. Instinctively she swatted at the hand and pulled her son in tighter, shouting, “Don’t touch him!”

Harry turned, protectively shielding his wife and son, urging her in front of him, fans still yelling as another pap shoved his camera in between them so hard that he managed to whack the top of Paxton’s head with his flash attachment, causing the baby to flail and burst into wails, sobbing into Y/N’s chest at an ear-piercing level.

Before Y/N of the security guard could even react, Harry leaped at the pap, shoving him backward, and began screaming at him so ferociously that it created a momentary standstill. No one had ever seen Harry so angry before.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, eh?! That’s my baby, you fuckin’ dickhead!” Harry’s accent became thick with rage, shoving the startled man’s chest which made him back away.

“I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!” the pap could be heard saying, shrinking away.

A few other paparazzi were taking the side of the pap and snapping pictures and videos of the incident while most yelled along with Harry as well as fans. Harry kept at him, screaming even louder and angrier, “You smashed my sons head with your fuckin’ piece of shit camera,” he yanked the camera out of the pap’s hands and chucked it to the ground, a few pieces breaking off and sliding every which way, continuing to shove the pap back while the security guard tried his hardest to contain the situation and get people to back off.

“Harry! Please!” Y/N cried, her heart pounding in panic and on the verge of tears.

Harry was seething, glaring at the pap who had backed away, nervously, before the awareness that Harry was surrounded by people, most with their phones out, started to sink in. The crowd had given them some more space now, and he looked back to see the concern on his wife’s face as she bounced and patted the back of their crying son in her arms in an attempt to console him.

With one last scowl at the offender, Harry hissed, “Don’t come near my family again.”

He picked up the brown leather diaper bag off of the ground; he must have dropped it during his fit. Hiking it back up his shoulders, he wrapped an arm around Y/N’s waist as the security guard led them away from the crowd, fans calling their support after them and continuing to yell at the paparazzi.

The rest of the walk was silent, still too rattled by the situation to find the words to say. By the time they reached and boarded the plane, Paxton had fallen back asleep and it didn’t take long for their other security guard to reach them.Should have just stayed in the car, Y/N thought, getting settled in a seat with her son, She loosened the muslin blanket around his face, but not too much to disturb his sleep. Harry stayed towards the front of the plane, barely out of earshot, to talk to the security after their belongings were loaded.

A few minutes in, Harry could be heard raising his voice at them, angry about how the situation was handled. Y/N winced, trying not to listen in as she kept her attention down at her son who was suckling on the inside of his cheeks as he slept. It was almost time to feed him, but Harry still had the diaper bag. She felt bad for the security, there wasn’t much they could do, and she knew Harry was only yelling because he was upset that his son was in danger. It wasn’t like Harry to take things out on other people, but he had become increasingly protective since becoming a dad.

Moments later, Harry and the two security guards made their way back, and although Harry still looked tense, Y/N could tell that they had talked things out and was willing to bet that Harry apologized to them, too. It still didn’t make her husband any less angry. He plopped in the seat beside his wife with an exaggerated sigh and leaned over to get a good look at his sin, gently pushing the muslin cloth away as he ran his hand over the baby’s soft, fuzzy head. A splotch of raised red skin could be seen forming from where the camera had hit him.

Y/N snapped her attention to her husband and saw the distress stretch across his face and with an overwhelmed frown he said, “I better take a picture of this. Just in case,” and he pulled his phone out from his pocket.

She knew what he meant. Just in case that pap wanted to press charges for destruction of property or assault. If he did decide to press charges, there’s no way he would win. There’s more than enough photographic and video evidence of the assault on their baby. But over the years they had learned that they could never be too careful.

He shoved his phone back in his pocket, and the pilot and flight attendant introduced themselves, checked ID, and went over safety procedures before the plane started down the runway. Harry stared down at his son the entire time, not letting go of his tiny hand that was wrapped around his middle finger. Y/N knew how worried he was feeling, and with an understanding smile, she carefully passed him their baby.

She grinned as Harry shushed him back to sleep when he began stirring, stroking his cheeks in total adoration of the little boy he held in his arms. His heart ached as he caressed the red splotch at the crown of the baby’s head, angry that grown adults would act in such a way, especially in the presence of a child.

“Do you think we should get a doctor to look at him?” he asked as their plane ascended.

Y/N nodded her head, “I think he’s fine but better safe than sorry. We’ll take care of it tomorrow. I think we all need to relax when we get there. It’s been a long morning.”

It wasn’t a long flight to Italy, but it wasn’t calming, either. Y/N fed Paxton while Harry fretted about the flurry of texts and missed calls he was bound to have by his managers, PR, and legal team, certain that videos and pictures will have been released by then. And just like he predicted, they landed to nearly thirty missed messages of all sorts, including links to articles titled, ‘Harry Styles Attacks Paparazzi Outside of London Airport’. They couldn’t bring themselves to open or read any of it, but Harry did spend a majority of their nearly thirty-minute car journey on a conference call with his team talking about the situation and discussing ways with which they could handle it.

Harry cut in after a while, saying, “Alright, listen. I’ve got to go. I’m supposed to be on holiday with my family. Can someone please make an appointment with a doctor out here to look at my son tomorrow and text me the details? We’ll talk about this another time.”

Harry wasn’t assertive a lot, but when he was, it always turned Y/N on. She kissed his cheek with a grin as he hung up the phone and squeezed his hand. His mom and sister were one of the many who had texted them after seeing the news and they made a quick FaceTime call to them, venting about the encounter and reassuring them that Paxton was fine, showing them the sweet baby’s face when they finally pulled up to the vacation rental and ended the call.

It was just after noon when they arrived at the house, and instead of unpacking, everyone left their luggage by the front door and took the food they had picked up from a drive-thru on the patio by the pool where they overlooked a beautiful, private beach lined with white sand and water the most beautiful shade of blue. Harry bounced a cooing baby on his lap while they ate. The couple silenced their phones, trying their hardest to avoid the onslaught of calls and messages they were bound to receive.

After lunch, everyone finally put their things away, got changed into their bathing suits, and headed to the pool for their first swim of the year. For just a few hours the coupe was able to forget about the inevitable problem they were facing and enjoyed their time together as a family.

Paxton seemed to enjoy the water once he warmed up to it, screeching joyfully and splashing at the surface while mummy and daddy took turns holding him and pushing him in the inflatable raft they brought. They laughed at the baby boy’s reaction to getting water droplets on his face and all the noises that escaped his tiny lips.

They stayed in the pool until nightfall when they wrapped themselves in towels and sat around the fire pit to keep warm while one of the security guards left to pick up dinner for everyone. Normally, Harry would feel bad for having someone else get him food, but given the circumstances, he felt it was for the best.

He looked over at his wife, her eyes red and irritated from the chlorine, and the high points of her face sunkissed from the warm, Italian sun. Her hair was slicked back, though that didn’t stop Paxton from getting a hold of a chunk of her hair and tugging as she fed him. Harry’s smile started to face into a frown when he noticed the red splotch on the crown of his son’s head was not tinged a blue-ish purple. It had started to bruise.

Y/N noticed her husband’s silence, and with an understanding and reassuring squeeze to his hand, she softly said, “He’s okay, Bub. Just a little sore when you touch it, but still a happy boy.”

“I know,” he nodded, “Still pisses me off that it even happened, though. I should go see if anyone was able to make an appointment for him, yet.”

He ambled off inside to find his phone that he left on the nightstand, ignoring all of his notifications and going right to his assistant’s texts to see the information of the doctor that was kind enough to agree to come to them tomorrow morning and take a look at Paxton. He did a quick background search on the doctor, pleased to find that she had come highly trained and recommended, and he sighed a breath of relief.

He then decided to take a look at some of these notifications, a little worried about the backlash he might have received. But, he was surprised to see the response of support and even shocked by some of the names that had reached out to him or spoke up about the fight.

The first people he noticed were his mom and sister who both made and shared an Instagram text post that read, ‘There is a lot that you have to deal with and compromise on when you have a fanbase or a following, and one of those things is privacy. It’s something so many of us take for granted, and so far, Harry and his lovely wife have taken it in stride, rarely complaining. They’re aware, just like the rest of us, that being a ‘celebrity’ and the lack of privacy in his line of work is an unfortunate given. However, when the safety and privacy of a newborn child are at risk, this type of behavior can become extremely dangerous. There is a time and place for paparazzi, and hurting a child to get a few snapshots is deplorable. Change needs to happen’. In the caption of the photo, there was a petition link that called for adjustments on laws when it came to paparazzi and children.

A lump formed in Harry’s throat as he read, reliving the moment his son had gotten hurt a mere few hours ago. There was so much running through his head. He felt like an idiot for losing his temper, he should have known not to lash out like that, especially when there were so many cameras out. He was pissed that the paparazzi put him in a situation where he felt like lashing out was his only option. He was upset that he couldn’t enjoy their first vacation as a family with their new baby because he was too worried that people might spot him. He was scared for the future of his son, worried that he’d have to look over his shoulder every step of the way to make sure his son could have even just a shot at living a semi-normal life. And he was grateful for the support of his family and for them speaking out and trying to invoke change.

As he scrolled through his notifications more, he saw that Lizzo had also posted a video to Instagram and tagged him in it. He played the video and chuckled, feeling comforted, when her face popped on the screen, shouting, “If y'all don’t leave my baby daddy, Harry, and my sister-wife, Y/N, alone! They had a baby with them! Like this child is basically straight out the womb, and y’all sick motherfuckers are out here grabbin’ on ‘em just to try and take a picture?! A picture?!” she looked disgusted as she shook her head, “These paparazzi are getting bolder every day. This shit needs to stop. I need each and every one of you to click the link on my bio. Things need to change. Yesterday.”

He went to her page and saw the same link that Gemma and his mom had posted to their story. And that wasn’t all. As he continued to go through his notifications, he saw that he had been tagged onto one of Niall’s tweets a ton. He opened the link to see what Niall had written.

‘Absolutely disgusted to see what happened to my friend @Harry_Styles, his lovely wife @Y/N, and their little lad today. Truly criminal that these paparazzi can do things like this with little to no repercussion. I’m so sorry the two of ya had to go through that. Absolutely fuming for ya.’

With a tight-lipped grin, Harry nodded and made a mental note to text Niall later and thank him. For now, he pocketed his phone and rejoined his wife outside who had just finished feeding Paxton and putting him in a portable rocker beside her to nap, her feet propped up by the edge of the fire, wiggling her toes in the warmth. He kissed her forehead before taking his seat on the other side of her, informing her of the response, so far, of the day’s events.

Throughout the week, more and more people had started to speak up. The doctor had come around to take a once-over of Baby Styles, deeming him healthy, just bruised, and leaving them to enjoy their vacation, utterly astonished by the number of people who had spoken out to condemn the paparazzi and share their experience.

Louis had called him shortly after the doctor had left while they were on the beach. Paxton was screeching on his tummy, holding his head up and beating his chubby fists into the sand. Harry watched his wife smiling and clacking at her baby, completely smitten by the two of them, as he and Louis caught up. The last time they talked was when Louis congratulated them on the birth of his son. This time, Louis called to make sure they were doing alright. Harry was still trending online and, being a father himself, he knew how upsetting it was when your kid was brought up in the media. Especially when they had to deal with the repercussions of the paparazzi.

“Man, it just blows my mind the shit these low-lives can get away with. Please tell me you’re gonna press charges, mate,” Louis seared.

Harry groaned, “I don’t think I can, mate. I broke his camera and shoved him. We’re pretty much even.”

“Even?” Louis repeated, “Mate, he hurt a baby. He’s done much worse than you did!”

“Not according to the law, man. Not really. Besides, he’s fine. Just a bruise, thank God. Was more worried about, Y/N, if I’m honest,” he whispered, trying not to let his wife hear, “You should have seen her. Thought she was going to have a panic attack because of her claustrophobia.”

Louis tutted and sighed, “Poor lass. She's alright now, though, yeah?”

“We’re on the beach, so she couldn’t be happier,” Harry laughed, watching as Paxton gazed in awe at the little sandcastle Y/N had just made.

They had received texts from friends, like Mitch and Sarah, who made sure that they and the baby were alright as well as posted a link to the petition. Big-name celebrities with kids, like Chrissy Teigen and John Legend, as well as Hilary Duff and Matthew Koma, had also come forward in light of the issue to share their experiences of being paparazzi’d with kids. He’d never had the pleasure of meeting them, but was sure to send them messages of thanks.

Ariana Grande had tweeted ‘Sending my love to the Styles Family. It’s scary when you can’t walk down the street with a newborn without being harassed. Please sign the petition to finally start holding those who cross the line accountable.’

Liam Payne texted Harry and mentioned it in one of his Instagram Live videos when asked by fans saying, “Yeah, I spoke to him. Apparently, the guy had bruised the poor baby’s head, but he’s doing alright. They’re a bit shaken by the whole thing, I don’t blame them. It’s-It’s just sad, you know? For all the years I’ve known Harry, he’s the last one to get rattled to the point of fighting someone I’ve met Y/N a few times and well and she was always kind and easy-going. But when you’re worried about the safety of your wife and child, I don’t think anyone could say they’d just sit back and take it. You’ve got to draw the line somewhere.”

James Corden dedicated a segment in his show talking about the dangers of paparazzi and his own experiences with being harassed, including the time he was out with his son, and Harry joined them.

“To see, very early on in his career, the amount of people that followed his every step- I mean, he was only with us for a couple of hours and it got so crazy that after thirty minutes I had to have Harry walk a bit ahead of us so that the paparazzi wouldn’t swarm my son. By the end of the day, we were exhausted. I can’t even imagine having to deal with that daily. I know how I felt about it at the time and my son was older. We were a bit more comfortable as parents. But these two have their first, brand new baby. The idea of leaving your house for the first time as new parents and being hounded by volatile people who have no care for anyone but themselves is terrifying. My heart goes out to him and his family,” he finished.

Dozens more came out of the gate to condemn careless paparazzi, but probably the most surprising of them all was Gigi Hadid.

It was no secret that Harry and the model had a strained relationship that dated back to the drama surrounding Zayn’s departure from One Direction. The two never really cared to get to know one another and there was always some unsaid animosity in between them for whatever reason. He never had anything against her. Still, it was there. So, when she spoke out in defense of Harry’s actions, it was in headlines everywhere.

Gigi was very vocal about it on all of her social media platforms, writing rants on Twitter, text posts on Instagram, and even making videos saying, “You know, it’s just disgusting how celebrities can be stalked and harassed every single day by people like these paparazzi and the response is always ‘well, that’s what you signed up for’. It never made sense to me. Like, why is it considered normal? Why does it have to ‘come with the territory?’ These celebrities didn’t sign up to have their lives picked through with a fine-tooth comb. Especially not their spouses or children. They don’t deserve to be harassed or stalked just because of who they fell in love with or made a family with. A lot of people forget that celebrities are just humans.

We’re normal people with abnormal jobs. My job is to model. Harry’s job is to sing. We shouldn’t be in fear to step out of our house that day, afraid of being stalked or our children being hit in the heads with fucking cameras. I’m no stranger to how dangerous and scary paps can be, and since becoming a mom myself, I’m even more cautious. We hardly leave our house. We have so much security it’s unreal. We shouldn’t have to live like this.

Having fans come up to us in the streets and saying hi or taking pictures with us is one thing, but to have these paps shoving their camera in a child’s face, blocking our way out, and endangering them is something else entirely. Paparazzi need to be held to a higher standard and they need to be held accountable. I really feel for them.”

By the end of their vacation, there was so much positive support from fans and other celebs that Harry and Y/N was feeling overwhelmed with love. They both reached out, personally and privately, to as many people as they could to thank them for speaking out and signing the petition. Their team decided that a simple response, in true Harry fashion, would be best. On Instagram, he posted a picture of Paxton’s sandy feet and captioned it,

‘All Is Well. Thank you. With Love, H.’

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how the light gets in {Corpse Husband}

Summary: Supernatural Creatures AU. They/Them. You’ve been on YouTube since 2012, which feels like both a very long and very short amount of time, of course, that could be due to the fact that your YouTube career was interrupted by you becoming one of the biggest names in alternative music in 2015, and being considered to be something of a big deal ever since. You’re known to be open about your life in almost every respect, except of course, for the true nature of your supernatural identity; you’re the last person in the world anyone would suspect of being a literal demon, and yet… 

Anyways, it’s 2020, which is kind of a terrible year in general, but for you it means working on your new album, and reconnecting to your YouTube roots now that you have time to spare. So you’re reconnecting with people from your past, and making new friends along the way, including Sykkuno, who may very well be the world’s sweetest Hellhound, and the only person who you trust with your true identity. Well… okay, there’s also Corpse, who’s somehow in the same boat as you, since no-one in the world would believe he’s an angel. Except that he is.

His very existence seems to be designed to get under your skin. A talented and popular musician, who is the only other person you know who’s actually a rare and powerful supernatural creature with a legacy no-one would ever think they could live up to. It takes a long time to admit that he might understand you better than anyone else, and an even longer time to admit that maybe, just maybe, you like having this angel in your life.

It’s hard to admit anything when it feels like the whole world is watching you.

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album playlists:

+ testing one two + a n t i c i p a t i o n + hyperfocus + working on it + n o s t a l g i a + MULTIVERSE

Contents:

1. is there anybody out there

2. you’ve gone way too fast for way too long

3. a stranger i know too well

4. won’t off the gas until it’s empty

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