THE TRYOLOGY

THE TRYOLOGY

Too Much In My Head (Did you Notice?)

My Life is so controllled by the What If's

july | vinnie hacker

pairings: vinnie hacker x reader

word count: 2.k

warnings: toxic relationships, arguing, angst, language, smoking, vinnie being a gaslight king

based on noah cyrus''s song "july"

a/n: haven't done a vinnie imagine for awhile, this is a scrapped one I made a few weeks back

remember laid ease and gents don't settle for less <3

i've been holding my breath

i've been counting to ten 

over something you said

 i've been holding back tears

"you know I only said that because I love you right?" vinnie says, taking a puff of his blunt as the car comes to a stop at a red light. he took a quick glance at you, sighing when he noticed you kept your head turned away from him, eyes trained on the view outside the window.

tears dried upon your cheeks, voice scratchy from the yelling, and your heart being in despair once again. without making eye contact you let out a sarcastic scoff. "calling me an insecure bitch is something you do out of love?"

he lets out an exasperated sigh, waving his hand in a dismissive way as he steps on the gas proceeding to drive through traffic. "I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to fucking hear? Honestly you can't blame me, your paranoia has been getting the best of you"

you narrow your eyes at him. "I have every right to be! I saw you texting her right in front of me."

"sure, you did." he said sarcastically, before letting out a chuckle. "the overly sensitive y/n! seen me texting a girl right in front of her, seriously this jealousy shit is not healthy for you."

"you're not healthy for me." you said in a quiet voice looking down and blinking away tears as you processed his words.

"oh, I wonder who's fault is that? stop playing the victim, you can leave whenever you fucking want!" he raised his voice, before taking another puff. there was a deafening silence in the car after the words left his mouth, you took three deep breaths trying to come up with a response. nothing seems to come up, you and him both know there's a lack of ability in you to have the courage to walk away and move forward.

change. you're scared of it, knowing you've made the wrong decision of staying longer with him then you should've. the reason why? because there's a part of you, hoping that your relationship will get better.

you know I, i'm afraid of change 

guess that's why we stay the same.

"so you want me to leave?" you say after a few minutes of silence, hoping he initiates the move to tell you to go, knowing that you, yourself couldn't do it. 

so many times you've been distrustful of your own emotions, trying to convince yourself for the past two years that the good times you've had outweigh the bad. however that wasn't the case, everyday seems to get worse. there's a growing part of you knowing that things are heading in the direction you've been anticipating.

vinnie stayed silent, choosing to ignore your question. which didn't surprise you at all, everytime you mentioned about leaving he shuts completely down giving you the impression that it's not something he wants. 

"answer the question vinnie!" you exclaimed as he pulled into the driveway. His eyes trained ahead when you both stepped out of the car, to proceed in the direction of your shared home.

"just shut up y/n." he mumbled, unlocking the front door before stepping inside. his eyebrows lower in annoyance when he notices you following him into the kitchen.

"you really don't care about me at all do you?" you say more to yourself than him, watching him carelessly open the fridge and taking a gulp of juice. 

"of course I do! what kind of question is that? i'm here with you right now aren't i?" he finishes off his drink, taking note of your expression, a look he's never seen before on you, defeat, was what it appears to be. 

your face contorts into sadness. "If you cared, you wouldn't do the things you do!"

he tossed his head back letting out a loud sigh. "And what is that y/n?"

you almost wanted to laugh, as you stared at him in disbelief. "where do you want me to start? The blatant cheating? or the fact you don't give a shit about me"

vinnie rolled his eyes,"stop being so fucking insecure y/n,"

"If I'm being insecure Vinnie, its because you made me this way!" you shouted, tears already building up, as you stared into the eyes of the boy you once called your "other half". It's bizarre how it all changed that fast, never in a million years you would've thought your relationship would be this way.

"so what? You want to leave ? Fucking leave if I'm the reason your miserable!" he yelled, pointing towards the door. "pack your shit and go."

he says this already knowing you would never make the move to leave, there's been way too many instances where you bluff about it. he's for certain you wouldn't walk out, not on him.

so tell me to leave, I'll pack my bags, get on the road

find someone that loves you better than I do, darling, I know

you stared at him observing his demeanor, he doesn't care. It should've been clear to you when you caught him texting another girl, but right here right now his eyes remain apathetic. at this point you were mentally exhausted, it simply wasn't healthy for you to stay with someone who clearly doesn't give a damn about you or this relationship you desperately try to fix. 

you still had hopes when your relationship started to bend, trying to catch it before it shattered into pieces, however it was long gone. broken into smithereens, you now have no willpower to secure it, not when you're being treated the way you are. and despite being afraid of loneliness, you couldn't let it overpower everything else.

"I must be the dumbest girl in the world right now." you let out a humorless laugh, before taking a deep breath. "for staying this long for you."

vinnie swallows slowly, fearing what you're about to lead to. "Y/n let's just go to bed and sleep this off-"

"no." you shook your head, taking a step back from him. "you know I've done some stupid shit in my life, but staying here trying to make you love me is stupidity at it's fucking finest."

"you don't make me do anything, I do love you, on my own. We fight alot I know, but that's what couples do!" he reaches out towards you but you quickly move out of his way.

"We are hardly a couple, Vinnie, especially when you're texting girls right in front of me." you said quite frankly.

"I know, I know." he frantically said, rubbing both his hands over his face, not trying to deny it anymore.

you scoff, walking right past him upstairs heading for your bedroom.

"Wait-baby what are you doing?!" he asked, following your trail all the way to your shared closet.

"What does it look like?" you said grabbing a suitcase, before recklessly throwing in almost every single item you owned. you could feel Vinnie's presence as you continue to pack, not once looking up at him to see his reaction. though you've got a pretty good idea what it's like.

three whole years thrown down the drain, it's foolish to know that you still stayed after the first time he was caught cheating, the sign was right there giving you a reason to leave but you didn't instead you let him suck you back in, sweet nothings and a world full of promises does that.

"so, that's it huh? you're just going to give up?" he scoffs watching you zip the suitcase, his worst nightmare coming to life. 

"i'm not the one that gave up, you did." you mumbled still not looking him in the eye, you wouldn't, he doesn't deserve it.

vinnie doesn't stop you when you walk right past him, to get the rest of your belongings.

he stayed silent processing your words, clearly you were fed up, and no amount of promises or begging were going to have you stay. in that moment a deep sinking of regret fills him, realizing that he's failed not only you but himself. knowing there's going to be a time, he's going to run into you, only then you're going to be genuinely happy, maybe even having someone who treats you better than he ever did. you would look at him merely as a lesson, a terrible one you had to experience.

he is least proud of himself for what he'd put you through, and for what reason? he couldn't come up with one, simply taking your kindness and forgiveness for granted. selfish, is what he'll call it.

vinnie swallowed down the lump in his throat, before pulling out another joint from his pocket along with a lighter, his hands shook as he placed the joint between his quivering lips. 

in the midst of you gathering your stuff, a sniffle came from vinnie, causing you to halt your movements. glancing over your shoulder, seeing a sight that shocked the hell out of you. sitting on the edge of the bed, vinnie sat hunched over with both hands covering his face, the joint between his fingers still lit. 

you slowly took a deep breath, feeling an agonizing itch to reach out and hold him, for the longest you've waited for any indication from vinnie to show that he still cares for you. his reluctance and inattentiveness were obvious, in the beginning it wasn't like that he showered you with love and attachment, somewhere down the line he became distant which it soon turned into rarely showing any emotion other than anger and frustration.

another sniffle broke you from your deep thought, regrettably you took another glance this time his shoulders shook due to the muffle sobs racking through his body. 

walk away now, don't give in. you chanted mentally as you grasp the handle of your suitcase, you kept your head down walking past vinnie. 

a warm hand shot out, grabbing your wrist gently causing you to stop dead in your tracks. 

"baby, please don't leave me."

you felt sick at the warm feeling you felt when he called baby he hadn't called you that in forever. 

please let me go you thought to yourself, you could feel the tough and determined exterior crumbling, replaced with sensitivity and compassion. you hated it, hating that one simple act from him can have you responsive with commiserate. as ridiculous as it sounds, a part of you felt like you shouldn't give up on something you invested so much energy and time into.

don't be dumb,y/n you thought closing your eyes briefly , as he tugged you toward him causing your other hand slip from the handle of the suitcase. you let him maneuver body infront of him, standing in between his legs you opened your eyes letting a single tear roll down. once that once broke free, multiple soon followed, causing your vision to blur.

"don't leave me like this." he begged again, placing a hand on your cheek rubbing his thumb beneath your eyes, before moving his hand at the make of your head pulling you forward making your body fall on to his lap as your head laid on his shoulder.

you didn't say a single word while his hand rubbed your back in an attempt of comfort , you couldn't find the words to say knowing you've fallen back into his trap that quick. you pray for the day you'll get the courage to give your heart a break and officially end things with him. 

but for now, despite your best intentions you'll let this tragic way of him pulling you back succeed.

"i'm so sorry, i'm sorry." he mumbled in the crook of your neck.

you remind me every day, i'm not enough, but i still stay

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.

[ f i c   p l a y l i s t ]

[ reader’s eps & albums ] 

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

[ more coming soon ]

Side Stories:

(you would get) devoured by a devil | HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U !!! music video

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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

A/N: Thank you so much, @gwen-and-harry, for this request! I’m sorry it took so long! Hope this is alright!

Word Count: 5,227

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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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in which you come home early as a surprise but Harry seems to have an even bigger one waiting for you..

The hotel beds are always stiff.

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