How The Light Gets In {Corpse Husband}

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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[ reader’s eps & albums ] 

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+ 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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Side Stories:

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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.

Hiiii! I absolutely love your writing. Could you do an imagine based off of your pregnancy one shot? Since H is incredibly private, would the couple be able to hide her pregnancy from the public and then announce it similar to like Kylie Jenner’s video diary of the whole experience? Thanks!!

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Is Forever Enough?

From the moment Harry found out he and Y/N were expecting their first child, he knew he wanted to document everything. He had been in the habit of capturing moments throughout their relationship, mainly of big events, but from this moment on, he wanted to capture it all. Little clips of every doctor’s appointment, every craving his wife had, every heartbeat, and every little kick. He wanted video documentation of the life growing inside his wife’s belly and everything that happened during that time. They had waited so long for this moment, and now that it was finally here, he wanted to make sure they would never forget a single second of it. From telling their closest friends and family members, designing the nursery, their tiny baby shower, attended by the select few that were lucky enough to know their secret.

At first, keeping silent was a way to protect themselves in case Y/N’s pregnancy didn’t stick like their fertility doctor had warned them was a possibility. It took them nearly two years to conceive, and the thought of going through a miscarriage in front of millions of watchful eyes was terrifying. But by the time they became aware that they weren’t going to miscarry, they had gone so long without announcing it that there wasn’t a point to do it. Why ruin something that was so well hidden?

The decision not to announce their pregnancy to the public wasn’t a hard decision to make. Harry was private, anyway, and everyone knew that. He was rarely on social media and didn’t talk about his private life to many people, and those who he did talk to were very loyal and trusting. They just wanted to enjoy being pregnant without the prying eyes of strangers and it was fairly easy keeping it under wraps considering how private they were, to begin with.

The timing of Y/N’s pregnancy helped, too. The early part of her pregnancy was during the summer, so they could enjoy tropical holidays together without worrying about being seen because she simply wasn’t showing yet. But, towards the end, it got harder to conceal, like during award season in the fall when an oversized shirt or puffy dress couldn’t conceal the roundness of her bump and plumpness of her cheeks and lips. It was the first award season she hadn’t accompanied Harry to in years and people began to get suspicious.

That’s when the rumors of her possible pregnancy started. Of course, no one could prove anything. But that, along with the lack of sightings of Y/N was enough proof for some. Luckily, nothing more came of it other than whispers. Harry had stopped doing interviews when he first got wind of the rumors, so no one could catch him off guard in uncomfortable positions or having to lie to protect his wife, and he began to focus his attention back on his music, halting his pursuance of on-screen work for the time being until after their baby boy’s arrival. Instead, he was the man behind the camera.

For the most part.

There were times when certain family members or friends would pick up their camera and film some things for them, capturing little intimate moments of the parents-to-be. They even enlisted the help of Harry’s on-tour photographer, Helene Pambrun, to help film the birth of their baby. Though she focused mainly on photography, her knowledge of videography and style of filming fit exactly with what the couple wanted, and Helene was all too honored to be a part of the day.

And although the birth of their child was, albeit, a bit traumatic, they couldn’t have asked for a sweeter baby boy. Born on a frigid Friday evening on March eighteenth after twenty hours of active labor and an onslaught of chaos, Paxton Robin Styles was born, tiny, healthy, and beautiful, surrounded by family that already loved him so dearly.

The hospital staff was wonderful in keeping their attendance private, no one having a clue that they were even there. No news articles or whispers were heard of their newest addition to which they were grateful to be allowed to enjoy their first week home, getting acclimated to being new parents. They had fallen in love with him.

“Y/N!” Harry exclaimed, bouncing into the nursery on a Monday afternoon as his wife fed their son, his phone in hand, and a bright smile on his face.

Y/N looked up, surprised and slightly offended, “Don’t ever call me by my name again,” she joked, stroking their son’s cheek.

Harry laughed, “Sorry, love. But, look! It’s here!”

He held his phone in front of her face, playing the edited version of their pregnancy and birth journey in video form one of Harry’s editor friends kindly put together for them after the birth of their son. The five minute and fifty-one-second video filled with shortened clips of the last nearly ten months of their lives in becoming first-time parents. They watched it together, occasionally glancing down at their baby that had fallen asleep while eating in Y/N’s arms, in awe that this was their life.

Tears were streaming down both of their faces, and Y/N giggled, wiping her husband’s cheek with her free hand. He was an emotional being, she knew that, but she had no idea what the effect of fatherhood would be on her Harry. She couldn’t have picked a better partner to raise a child with.

“I think we should post it,” Harry said, causing Y/N’s eyes to go wide.

“Post it? Like...social media?”

Harry nodded, “Well, we can’t keep him a secret forever. People are already starting to talk. I’d rather announce it on our own terms than on someone else’s. We can still stay as private as possible, I’ve already talked to Jeffrey and my publicist about it. I just...he makes me so proud and I feel like I need to show people that.”

Y/N smiles sweetly at her husband, taking his hand that rested on the arm to the nursing chair and pulling it up to her lips, kissing it gently. “Okay. We can post it.”

Later that evening, the internet was in an uproar and their phones were blowing up like crazy, for on both of their Instagrams they posted a grey-scale picture of a name tag sticker that read “Hello, I’m: P”, captioned ‘link in bio’, where they were directed to a youtube link posted under Harry’s account.

As soon as the video began, Harry’s soft voice was heard, singing his version of ‘Lullaby’ by the Dixie Chicks in the background as unseen footage of their wedding a few years prior had fizzled into view, video of their first dance as husband and wife played while the tail end of a speech made by Harry’s mom, Anne, was heard over everything else.

“We are so incredibly grateful to have Y/N now an official part of our family and I wish you both years of love, health, and happiness….and giving me tons and tons of grandchildren,” earning laughter from the attendees, “I love you both to pieces. Congratulations.”

The video slowly changed to little snippets. Y/N running towards the beach, holding her hat tight on her head with one hand while the other was holding onto Harry’s hand that was at the bottom of the screen as the breeze whipped at Y/N’s hair and sarong, cut to a clip of the camera propped on the beach overlooking the two of them sitting in the sand, looking out into the ocean, Y/N’s head falling on Harry’s shoulder and him kissing the top of her head as the sun set.

Next was a scene during one of Harry’s tour where someone filmed Y/N at the front of the stage in a VIP area beside a few of their friends, dancing and singing along with Harry who stood in front of her, smiling and singing at her.

The next images were upsetting. When they first started trying, they recorded videos of themselves awaiting the results of their tests, hoping to capture the moment they found out on film. One after another, the video showed negative test upon negative test, wanting to document the struggle they faced in fertility, one of the main reasons they decided to post this video. If it helped just one person who struggled with infertility and gave them a bit of hope, they needed to show it.

They showed clips of Harry holding an emotional Y/N in his arms, her eyes filled with tears and a quivering lip as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair. Until the next clip showed. A shaky still of a screen that read ‘Pregnant’ that panned up to show a reflection of Harry and his wife in the mirror, Y/N pulling the test up to her face with a smile while Harry looked down at his wife in pride, softly touching her flat belly.

Clips of an ultrasound showed, Y/N stomach looking more bloated than anything as the doctor slid the wand around on her belly, Harry filming while squeezing his wife’s hand. His voice could barely be heard over the music of the video as he cooed, “Is that it, right there? So little…”

They included a few announcements they made to family members. How they told Anne while on an end of summer family vacation with a little jewelry box that opened up to two little birds and an egg in a birds nest with a note that said ‘A little birdy told me you are going to be a Nana.’ making Anne burst into tears, hugging them. And when they told Y/N’s best friend by giving her an orange and saying, “That’s how big our baby is right now,” which caused confusion before the screaming.

Y/N had filmed mirror clips of her growing belly in the floor-length mirror that stood in the corner of their room and had gotten clips of Harry laying beside her bump, his hands rubbing her stomach, clasped on either side as he sang, or talked, or read stories.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he could be heard saying before kissing the top of her bump, looking up and past the camera to his wife, smiling lovingly.

There were images of Christmas, Gemma having caught an intimate moment between the two of them, Y/N sat in between Harry’s legs on the floor, mugs of hot chocolate in her hands and still in their Christmas Pajamas, Harry’s cheek pressed against hers as he held up a blue Gucci baby suit in front of them, smiling and gushing about how small it was.

The couple’s silhouette could be seen in the dark light sky as they stood in the middle of the field, illuminated by the New Years’ fireworks that went off in the distance, Y/N’s belly pressed against Harry’s stomach as they kissed intimately amongst their friends.

A small baby shower inside one of their London country homes was next, littered with a few familiar faces along with some that were likely family members. Harry still sang in the background as the two of them opened gifts, smiling and laughing with each other, genuine happiness and love could be seen on everyone’s faces and a few people popped onto the screen to say a few words for the unborn baby.

“You have wonderful parents,” Y/N’s parents grinned, her mom getting teary-eyed. “I can’t wait to see the person you become.”

Anne’s bright, shining smile was next, “You’re going to do amazing things. You are so loved.”

“Hi, my sweet nephew! It’s Auntie Gemma,” she grinned, waving at the camera, “I can’t wait to meet you and snuggle you! I hope you grow up to be just as kind and loving as your parents. We are so lucky to have you in our lives.”

Harry and Y/N were seen in the background, Y/N eating a slice of cake while Harry casually kissed her cheek before stealing a bite of her food, earning a smile from his pregnant wife

Video panned over their newly renovated nursery, mostly designed to be gender-neutral with little hints of outer space; moon lights, a solar system mobile hanging above the cot, with a star blanket draped over the nursing chair. Harry moved the camera to Y/N who was hanging some onesies in the nursery closet, smiling and waving at the camera.

Next, they were laying in bed. It was dark and, but a glow from a nightstand shone and Y/N’s belly was visible, round and very pregnant, a few freckles near her navel, and the faintest linea nigra could be seen running from her belly button down towards the bottom of her belly. Their voices were barely audible over the music still sung by Harry. A little ripple on her belly cast from left to right and then her belly distorted a little as their baby boy kicked and pressed against the center of her bump, making the couple laugh and Harry’s hand appeared, softly rubbing where his son’s foot would be.

It changed. They were in a hospital now, Y/N in a grey and white spotted hospital gown. The camera was propped on a table filming Y/N  who sat on the edge of her bed, moving her hips from side to side as she breathed heavily, moaning, while Harry kneeled on the floor in front of her, his hands on her hips and squeezing to relieve some pressure. They were talking to each other, concern, and empathy clear on Harry’s face.

In the next clip, Y/N was laying back in her hospital bed, sucking on gas and air. Harry was filming this time, and his Anne could be seen this time, sitting on Y/N’s other side holding her daughter-in-law’s free hand. Y/N put the gas and air down, gave a thumbs-up, and smiled, “We’re having a baby today!” as her mother-in-law smiled brightly.

The footage faded to black before it flashed to Y/N looking at someone just out of view as the disembodied voice said, “Whenever you feel the urge to push, let us know. You’ll be meeting your son soon.”

It faded to black again, Harry’s singing more evident in these moments, louder, as the footage flashed back into focus. The camera was, once again, being propped up on a table. At Y/N’s head on either side stood Anne who was still holding her daughter-in-law’s hand, while Harry stood, back to the camera, mostly blocking the view of his wife as one hand stroked her hair and the other held her hand. The doctors could be heard saying, “Deep breath” before Y/N took a deep breath in, bringing her legs to her chest with the help of a few nurses that could hardly be seen, bearing down and pushing as the nurses counted and Harry said, “Great job, love. Keep going. You’re so strong.”

The screen went black. A doctor’s voice was heard saying, “One more big push.” Y/N could be heard taking a deep breath, and a little exasperated yelp before gasping from both Harry and Anne followed by the beautiful, gurgling cry of their baby. Harry’s sweet singing voice in the background of the video got louder and finally, the video came back into view of a little name card on the bassinet that read:

Name: P, Styles.

DOB: March 18th

Weight: 6 lbs 12 oz

Height: 20 inches

Time: 8:39 PM

The camera panned down to the top of a blue baby cap with a white embroidered ‘P’ in the center, moving as their son wiggled in his bassinet, the hushed reassuring whispers of his parents heard just behind the camera as little lip-smacking and coos could be heard from the baby.

The screen went blank as the song started to end and white words appeared on the screen.

“Welcome to the world, Baby P. We love you to the ends of the earth.

Love,

Mummy and Daddy”

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YOUTUBE -- Currentrly has 722k of suscribers, normally have 250k views per video and 130k of likes.

posts regularly, there are videos every week.

video schedule:

-There are usually saved twitch game streams posted on youtube every day.

-twice a week there are cuts of lives reacting to things fans send on discord.

-once a week there are videos cut from lives where they talk to the chat and answer questions.

-sometimes there are vlogs.

TWITCH-- There are currently 700k followers on twich.

twitch content is basically the same as youtube, game live, reacting, and chatting and answering questions.

IG--2.6 million followers, an average of 90 thousand likes per photo, and 21 thousand comments

-follow streamers and youtubers friends.

-post when theyfeel like it, so the amount of photos varies a lot.

-post pictures with baddie energy but also post dumb things.

TIKTOK--5.9 million followers, videos have 4 to 12 million views, 3 million likes usually per video

-tiktok is where they have more followers and where they post more often since it's easier because the videos are short.

-post thirst traps, sometimes dumb and funny videos

TWITTER--115 thousand followers

-just post meaningless things, make twitter their diary.

-but their followers like that.

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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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.