He looked drowsy, and tired. And he looked like he had a massive weight pushing him down, with his shoulders slumping slightly and his actions were softer, his touch barely there on your body. 3 and half weeks into the tour, and it was starting to take a toll upon him, with his back playing up more often and his body just wanting to collapse and sleep for 10 years. They’d finally received a day off; a day off like none of the others that they had had on the small promotional tour, and he wanted to take full advantage of it. With the show in Sheffield being the most action filled and jumping filled show the night before, you and Harry plus the other lads figured it would be so much easier to stay in Sheffield overnight, at the luxurious hotel that Paul had managed to find.
“Hmm… Have you got a spare hairband, babe? I broke mine last night when I took my shower” He chuckled, as you let out a giggle and recalled his muttering from the previous night.
* *
He’d come in from a little post-concert night out in the bar down in the reception of the hotel, the lads begging for him to go with them rather than going back to your room and sleeping. His hair was greasy looking and the hairline on his forehead was caked in sweat layers, hanging down his face, his eyes wide open and he was merely at all sleepy. He thought you were sleeping when he kicked his shoes off, being careful not to make a noise nor bang into anything in the hotel room, in hopes that he wouldn’t wake you from your slumber; your ‘Harry-less’ slumber, as you liked to call them. You opened your eyes when you heard the sound of running water coming from the shower head inside the en-suite bathroom.
The light filtered into the bedroom, lighting your face up and making the room bright and easy to see around. You could hear him humming in the bathroom, followed by the clinking of the porcelain toilet lid hitting the cistern. And you could only imagine what he was doing.
“Harry, you know I love you so much, but shut the door when you go for a wee!” You called out, giggling when he poked his head around the doorframe, and sending you a drunken grin. “Are you drunk, Styles? Do I need to give Tommo or Horan a talkin’ too, huh?” You giggled, as his shirtless body came into view, a smirk evident on his lips as his fingers hooked around his belt and unhooked it. The clanging noise of the ends hitting one another sounding around the quiet room.
“Don’ need t’ tell no-one off, my swee’ lady. M’not drunk, okay?” He slurred softly, as he pulled the belt through the belt loops of his jeans and let it fall to the floor in a heap. “I had like f’ree beers” He grinned, as he held his hand up and wiggled his four fingers. “F’ree beers… I had f’ree beers” He slurred, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, pulling them down his legs and letting the cool air flush his thighs. “’airband. Have you seen one of my ‘airbands?” He wondered, as he stepped out of the heap of clothes and shuffled his nude body across the plush carpet of the hotel suite.
“I think I saw one on the vanity of the bathroom, H. Beside my make-up bag, babe” You smiled, reaching across the bed for your charging phone sat on the bedside table.
“Fanks, baby. Do you wan’a join me?” He wondered, as he turned his body and walked back into the bathroom, shaking his bum before he disappeared behind the bathroom door. “Did you like me’ bum wiggle?” He giggled, pulling his hair back and tying it into a bun, his cheeks flushed and pink. A giggle left your lips as he looked at you through the mirror, with a soft yet drunken pout on his lips.
“I loved your cheeky bum wiggle, love. Now go and get showered, and then I can have a nice cuddle with my fiancé. I’ve got some ideas to share with you, too” You smiled, as he pressed the tips of his fingers to his lips and blew you a soft kiss. “You’re going for a shower, silly. Why are you blowing me a kiss goodbye?” You wondered, an amused look situated on your face.
“Can’ I blow meh’ fiancée a kiss?” He pondered, as he sent you a wink through the mirror. “I’m uhm, I’m goin’ to shu’ the door now. You’ll see my penis in the mirror if I leave the door open. It’s not very pretty lookin’ right now” He slurred, the bang from the door following in suit. “Did you wan’a join me? There’s room fo’ two. We can ‘ave cheeky shower sex!” He laughed, and opened the door again.
“I’m okay, baby. I had one before you got back. Just hurry up and shower!”
* *
“Fuck!”
His voice was deep, and full of sleep and alcohol, and full of somewhat resentment, as he mumbled ‘no’ to himself, over and over again. The voice sending tingles through your veins; something that he’d always managed to do to you.
“Harry? What are you doing in there? Have you fallen over again?” You wondered, kicking the duvet from your body, and standing up on the plush carpet of the suite. The running water sounded around the room, a groan leaving his lips from underneath the shower. “Harry. Baby. Can I come in?” You wondered, with a knock of your knuckles against the white wooden door. You pushed the handle down and poked your head around the door, a soft giggle leaving your lips. “Baby?”
“My ‘airband broke, babe! My only ‘airband!” He frowned, as he turned to look at you, water running over his face and dripping from his hair and down his shoulders. His body looking tanned and toned behind the steam. A pout stayed on his lips, as he held the material-coated plastic between his thumb and forefinger. “I pulled it out to wash my hair, and it snapped. It snapped, babe. I have no more!” He hissed and dropped it to the floor of the shower, frowning as it landed at his feet.
“Baby… I have more for you. I have a whole load in my suitcase. Just in case of incidents like this” You smiled, and put the toilet seat down, sitting on the lid. “You look squeaky clean, handsome. Are you ready to come to bed?” You wondered, as he leant behind you to grab the towel resting on the cistern of the toilet.
“I suppose…” He muttered, stepping out the shower and wrapping the white towel around his hips, the hem resting just above his knees.
* *
You stood up from where you were bent over, a pack of hairbands hanging off your forefinger. A smile erupted on Harry’s face as he took them from you, and pulled you in for a hug, his bare chest warm against your exposed belly. A palm flat against your back, with his thumb rubbing circles into the dip at the bottom of your spine.
“Hey! Stop making love, and get out here. We’re ready for the pool!” Sophia cried out, the sound of her bracelets clinking against one another as she wracked her knuckles against the door. “C’mon! It’s beautiful weather out in Sheffield! We can’t let it go to waste! You also can’t back out of a double date… That’s not fair” She whined, with a soft bang following behind.
“Be there in a minute, Soph. Just… I can’t find my green sarong. Did you nick it?” You wondered, as Harry removed his arm from around you, and pressed a soft slap to your skin.
“I wouldn’t dare! I have my own!” She laughed, pushing the door handle down. “C’mon! I’m baking and I really want to get in the pool! Jesus… I’m seriously hoping you weren’t doing the dirty in there. You guys are disgusting” She stated, and you could only picture a smirk settling on her lips as she carried out that sentence.
The only reason Sophia could only use disgusting as a way to define yours and Harry’s sex life, was because she’d walked in on the two of you, in the stadium’s backstage bathroom. Your hands were down his pants, with the tip of his length poking up from the waistband of his unbuttoned and unzipped black jeans, and your t-shirt and bra were thrown elsewhere in the room. She found it freakishly disgusting when neither of you pulled away when she cried out in pure disgust yet amusement. Her eyes remained closed as you continued to keep a grasp upon him, a smirk on your lips.
“For goodness sake, you had the chance to get out. Yet you stayed!” Harry replied back, plucking one of the hairbands from the pack and instantly going to his head to pull his hair back into one of his signature buns. “Besides, I remember when I had to share a room with you and Liam, and you literally shagged in the bed beside me. I think that was a little worse that you catching (Y/N) with her hands down my pants!” He laughed, as he pulled at the bun to make it slightly messy.
No words were exchanged, and you knew she was cringing in her place outside the hotel door. As you dug through your suitcase, a green material brushed against yours fingers and you gave in inward cry of happiness as you pulled the green sarong*** from the pile of clothes.
“Liam’s down there already, getting us some drinks and seats by the pool. He said they’re got security on hand if there are any chances of being harassed by fans” Sophia smiled, as you nodded to Harry and turned around as he opened the door. “About bloody time, Styles! Jesus… Is this what it’s going to be like when you’re married? I’ll wait at the front door for hours, just so you can finish getting each other off?” She groaned, as she closed the hotel door behind her and shuffled across the carpet, her sunglasses falling down her nose as she sat on the corner of the bed.
“We weren’t doing anything of the sort, Soph. Trust me. We got up, got showered and got ready. No sex. I can assure you” You smiled, wrapping the sarong around your hips, and tying it into a knot at your hip. The fabric loose and wispy, and soft against your freshly-shaven legs. “What are Louis and Niall up to today? Aren’t they coming down?” You wondered, taking your sunglasses from Harry who was holding them out to you in his palm, his own Ray-Bans settled on the bridge of his nose.
“I think Niall’s resting from his hangover, and Louis’ heading out to explore. He’s meeting with his family I think” Harry smiled, grabbing his dark maroon and greenish-coloured shirt***, sliding his arms into the cut-off sleeves. “We’re taking the bus back late tonight, to get to London for the last 3 shows in the morning” He added, and grabbed his flip-flops*** from the bottom of your suitcase.
“Are you nicking (Y/N)’s flip-flops, Harry?” Sophia muttered with an amused tone to her voice. Her eyes focusing upon the shoes in Harry’s hold.
“No, they’re his. He insisted he put them in mine because the lads would no doubtedly take the piss out of him” You giggled, as he dropped them to the floor and watched him step into them. “To be fair, I’ve worn them a couple of times, and they’re huge. So… I nearly fell over and broke my face” You muttered, as Harry rolled his eyes, and pushed your shoulder softly.
* *
You’d gone away from a week to the sunny island of Hawaii, a trip to relieve your stresses of work and home problems. He’d merely booked a flight and told you to pack your bags, because of the impromptu trip he’d planned. The one evening you decided to stroll on the beach, your own shoes had broken and you just sat on the sand for a while, debating whether to walk back to the villa or let Harry carry you; your shoes being long gone in the bin. The debate in your mind was cut short when you remembered Harry’s back pains, and you didn’t want to be the reason he was in hospital for the rest of the trip there. When you reached the pavement part of the way back, you mentally cursed, and looked down to Harry’s feet. His flip-flops becoming the only thing you wanted.
“Harry? You know you love me?”
“What do you want, babe?”
“Can I wear your flip-flops back to the villa? I don’t want to cut my foot or whine” You smiled, as he stopped in his place and looked at you. “Please… I’ll give you extra cuddles tonight! Maybe even a massage, or a bath. That bath in the villa looks so good!” You giggled, hooking your fingers together at the base of the back of his neck.
“Your feet are tiny though. They won’t fit snuggly” He chuckled, and watched as you stood on the tips of his feet and pressed kisses to the corner of his lips. “I’ll give them to you if you,” he tapped his chin in thought and smirked cheekily, “give my feet a massage later. Ya’know, since they’ll be sore from being shoeless” He grinned, your face cringing slightly.
“Do I have too? I don’t like going near them. They’re weird” You mutter, running your fingers through the stray hairs at the base of his neck. “I’ll do anything but go near your feet, Styles… Like, I could massage a certain place that I know you love me touching” You winked, and stepped from his feet, the ground cool and sandy.
“My bum? I know you cannot resist this apple bum” He grinned, your eyes rolling as you dropped your forehead to his chest, and groaned. “Oh… You mean my penis? Yeah. I like you touching that too” He chuckled, and tilted his head down to your head, his lips pressing into your hair and kissing your scalp.
“Please, H? My feet hurt already…”
A sigh left his lips, as he kicked off his black flip-flops and smiled softly when you slipped your own feet into them. Comparing the size of his shoes to your size, his were nearly enough 4 times larger than your own, so his flip-flops looked like they belonged to a giant when they were settled on your feet.
“Better?”
“So much better…” You grinned, lacing your fingers with his and following him in suit back up the pavement to the villa. They were comfortable, needless to say, but every so often you stumbled, forgetting how large they actually were on your feet. “Maybe this wasn’t such a great i- Shit!” You muttered, as you tripped and fell to your knees, a laugh leaving your lips as you blushed intently.
“For god sake, let me carry you, you clumsy woman. How are we even together? We’re both so extremely clumsy” He laughed, hooking his arm at the bending crook of your knee.
* *
“You are looking fit. Mega fit, future Styles.”
A blush formed on your cheeks as you tugged at your ponytail and tightened it at the back of your head. Your fingers trailed down to the straps of your white bikini***, pulling the strap back up to rest comfortably on your shoulder.
“You’re looking rather fit yourself, Styles. Black*** looks good on you” You winked, as Sophia made gagging noises from the bed. You could smell his shower gel lingering on his body as you placed your hands on his shoulders, and as you neared closed to his face, you could see it was fresh and left make-up less. “I like this you, ya’know? Fresh-faced. Makes me fall more in love with you” You whispered, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressing a kiss to his upper lip. His hands cupped your hips, his fingers drawing soft circles into the skin above the waistband of your bikini bottoms.
“Look, I get your in love and all, but seriously… For god sake, when I’m here? I’ve already seen you with a hold on his dick. I don’t need to see a bloody live sex show…” Sophia laughed, and pointed to your blushing cheeks and wide eyes.
“I really dislike you sometimes…”
* *
“Can you see Liam anywhere?” Harry wondered, as his eyes scanned the quite full pool area, cries and screams heard around you as people began to recognise Harry being stood there. “Hopefully he got us somewhere secluded and nowhere near fans. I just want to enjoy talking about the wedding, writing some stuff down, and snuggles with the fiancée” He smiled, hooking an arm around your waist. His journal was lodged in his other hand, as he kept an eye out across the lounge chairs.
“Is that him over there? Under the blue umbrella? In the corner?” You wondered, as you looked over the body laid on the sun lounger, a pair of black glasses featured on his face. His arms folded behind his head with his headphones on, his ankles crossed and a snapback on his head. “I swear that’s him…”
“That looks nothing like him, (Y/N)” Sophia laughed, and pointed to the guy in the adjacent corner, waving his arms and grinning like a Cheshire cat. “That’s him there. God. You need your eyes tested, missus” She giggled, and scuffled through the array of sun loungers that were blocking her path from Liam.
As you neared the two of them, Harry immediately lifted you up into his arms, your arm instantly going around his neck to keep you in his hold. “Don’t you bloody dare throw me in the pool. I won’t talk to you for the rest of the day, Harry” You hissed, and looked at him through the shaded lenses of the frames adorning his face.
“I wouldn’t dare! My god, what do you think of me?” He asked in mock offence, a smirk playing on his lips. “How dare you think so lowly of your fiancé!” He grinned, and set you on the free sun lounger beside Sophia. “You’re sharing with me, got that? I want you as close to me as possible” He grinned, hitching his leg over the expanse of the lounger and sitting down, his feet planted either side of the chair.
“Have you been thinking more of the wedding? I’m stumped for whether we have an outdoor wedding or an indoor wedding. Do you want in indoor reception party, or outdoor party? I feel this is the worst part. The venue has to be the best, because we want it to be special” You sighed, sitting cross legged on the end of the lounger, looking to Harry as he flicked through his journal to the next available page. “Have you got ideas down already? What have you got?” You wondered, trying to reach for the journal, but frowning when he took it from your reach.
“Ah-ah. They’re my vows. I’ve started writing them. I want them to be perfect” He grinned, as he pulled the top of the pen off with his teeth.
“Oh, okay then” You grinned, taking the pen lid from the hold of his teeth, and placed it on the lounger beside the journal. “Maybe we could do a buffet? I don’t think sit down meals are very good. At least at a buffet, you get a choice of foods and puddings. Rather than us having it set” You smiled, watching as he scribbled down the ‘buffet, not sit down’ idea, his handwriting scrawny yet beautiful on the cream coloured page.
“Maybe we could have your mum’s homemade apple pie? Or apple sponge. Her pudding is delightful” He smiled, as you nodded excitedly and giggle when he wrote that down in a hurry. “Maybe my mums banoffee pie? Or butterscotch tart! She makes that so well!” He added, his head still tilted to look down at the page he was writing on.
“I can make some of the cookie cupcakes you guys like? You know the chocolate ones with the cookie crumbs on top?” Sophia interjected with a smile on her face as she leant over to peek at the writing on the journal page. You knew she wanted some part in the wedding, and with her being your possible choice for the maid of honour role, you wanted her as involved as possible. What would a wedding be without your best friend?
“Oh yes! Will you be able to make around 100? I think that’s how many people we’re inviting, yeah? Maybe 200. Depending. We need to write out a guest list when we get back to London, and we have the time to ourselves” You smiled, squeezing Harry’s knee with your hand.
As much as you wanted the help from the lads, having them be a part of the guest list would be too muddling. With various names being thrown around, and some being people you’d never heard of. With that part of the planning, you just wanted Harry’s help and Harry’s help only. With the possible exception of Anne and your own mother, when you needed help in inviting extended family members from elsewhere.
* *
As the day began to get cooler, and the clouds crossing the sun every once in a while, the pool soon started to get slightly empty. With it nearing dinner, people were starting to leave for food in the hotel restaurant or they were going back to their rooms to clean up and freshen themselves before leaving to go to restaurants in the town. You were snuggled against Harry’s chest, as you watched Liam and Sophia splash about in the pool, squeals and deep throaty laughs being heard.
“This always reminds me of being abroad, and being in the swimming pools of the hotel, and not giving a crap about what people say or do” Harry smiled, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Makes me excited to have holidays with you, and our kids, and having proper family holidays rather than me being on tour” He whispered, your heart doubling in size.
He’d always wanted a family. To spoil. To be with. To relieve his stresses. He’d always wanted a little baby to call his own; one where he could cuddle them without being told they needed to be put to sleep, one where he could get up in the middle of the nights and comfort them because they wanted their daddy. When he spoke about his future with you, it made you weak. Because everything he wanted, you could see in your own future. The home in the countryside, the family pet he’d always wanted, the children he’d always wanted. You could see that. Whether it was because you’d grown accustomed to what he wanted in his future, or whether it was because that really, really was what you wanted in the future, you didn’t know. But with your engagement to Harry, you were only a few steps closer to having that future you’d always wanted.
“Oi, you two! Come play Chicken!” Liam called out, as he waved his hand in the air, signalling for the both of you to go over. Sophia situated herself upon Liam’s shoulder, the strap of her black bikini*** falling down her shoulder. Her fingers ran through Liam’s hair as she grinned over to you. “Come on! The pool is literally empty. Come play!”
“Please, (Y/N)! C’mon! You’re like, ace at this game!” She laughed, as Liam walked through the shallow end of the pool. The water coming to his waist.
You titled your head back, smiling as Harry nodded towards the water, and you took that as a sign to get up and jump in the cool water; you’d taken to just staying on the lounger with Harry, talking away and cuddling with a little sleeping involved.
“You know, we’re like the best team out there. (Y/N) and I always beat our opponents, so be warned” Harry grinned, as he ran across the tiled floor and dove into the pool, making little to no splash at all. You fell to your bum, flopping your legs in the water, as he submerged from underneath the clear liquid and wiped his face. “C’mon then, missus. Let’s show ‘em what we’re made of” He chuckled, as he backed up against the side of the pool, and held your legs over his shoulders.
“Oh, Sophia Smith. You’re in so much trouble…” You grinned, as you held your arms out with your palms and fingers spread out.
“I can totally push you off. Harry will probably get distracted by the fact his head is the wrong way round” She smirked, as your eyes widened, and Harry let out a loud laugh causing you to wobble slightly. “He could get so distracted, because the other day, his head was probably the opposite way to what it is now. Ya’know buried deep between your thighs” She smirked, as your cheeks flushed a bright pink. By the fact that your thighs were siding Harry’s cheeks, you could feel his face heating up as well, and with that, you lunged for Sophia, your arms out straight as your fingers laced with hers.
A cheer erupting from your mouth as you pushed her off Liam’s shoulders, your fists pumping the air in triumph.
* *
“Baby… We’ve got to get going. The bus has arrived. Time to head back home” Harry whispered, as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, smiling as your eyes opened slightly, your eyebrows instantly furrowing in confusion. “You fell asleep on me at the pool, so I carried you up and packed our things. They’re in the boot of the bus now” He smiled, and took a hold of your awaiting hands. “C’mon, darlin’, let’s go sleep on the bus..”
You stood from the bed, and instantly fell into his side, your arms held around his waist tightly as he kept a strong hold on you, making sure you stayed upright rather than to the floor. He helped you slip your flip-flops back on, whilst he slipped on his white converse trainers, opting for the comfier option for the long journey back to London.
“I love you, Harry. Thank you for taking me with you this time” You slurred, sleepily. Your eyes fluttering shut as he switched off the hotel room light and shuffled the both of you out the door.
“You’re welcome, baby. Wouldn’t want to skip out on a chance for my missus come with me” He smiled, reaching for the handle of the door and bringing it to the doorframe, letting it shut completely. “C’mere, baby. Let me carry you down. You’re too sleep” He chuckled, as you jumped up on his front and wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, his own hands holding your thighs tightly to his body.
“Love you, Harry…”
“I love you too, baby.”

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