Which is what you were both currently doing, after having your dinner. He would do the same for Stevie Nicks and you would do the same for Taylor Swift, so neither of you are opposed to reporting anyone for secretly filming.Ī favourite pastime of yours and Harry’s is to actually watch back story-time videos of fans, from when they have met you and Harry. Harry is known for being a private man, but he can’t help what fans secretly record and post on the internet. Summary - a couple of fan interactions with harry on the streets of londonĮven though the media make it out that Harry hates being out in public on his days off, you know it is actually one of his favourite things to do. Always.” harry styles harry styles x reader harry styles fanfiction harry styles x y/n harry styles fanfic ask finelinevogue harry blurb finelinevogue harry styles concept harry oneshot harry styles blurbs harry styles valentines valentines day fic harry styles harry styles boyfriend “Well now you’ve got the two of us to get you through.” You joked, feeling Harry’s chest rise and fall from his laughter, patting the mini-me’s back. “Don’t know how I ever got through the years without you.” “You’re my favourite person ever, dude.” Harry said, rubbing small circles on your back. You chuckled at the small action and it had Harry laughing too. He made sure the mini-me was laying on his chest too and held his arms around the both of you, kissing both the tops of your heads. You kissed his lips a few times, before laying your body half across his. I love you.” You smiled as he spoke and crawled forwards some more when he held out his hand for you. “Well I have the real you, just not a mini version of you. “I tried to get you something you didn’t already have.” You nodded, watching him smirk with happiness. “Y’sprayed your perfume on it too?” He questioned, sniffing the toy. One that he can sleep with every night and cuddle close to. He often complained that he missed you too much on tour, so you thought what better gift than to give him a mini version of you. I thought I’d get you one of me, so you can always sleep with me on tour even when I’m not there.” You explained, Harry’s smile turning into a soft pout when he understood why you’d bought him this. “Wha-” He just laughed again, trying to calm himself down by coughing into the crook of his elbow, “Explain, please.” He laughed so hard the crinkles in the corner of his eyes came through and it made you smile seeing him so happy. Harry burst out laughing when he saw it, holding it up so he could look at it properly. Then your figure was wearing an ‘I ❤️ my boyfriend’ t-shirt. It was a tiny toy in the shape of a human figure, with your face as the head of the body. He rustled the paper around and then pulled out the doll. “Happy valentines day to you too, baby.” He teased you, letting you go so he could delve more into the bag. He leaned up and took the opportunity to kiss your lips, leaving a loud smack sound echo in the room. You’re my bro, dude and pal, but you’re also my baby.” He tugged on your hand to bring your body down slightly. It’s more loving than dude or bro.” He turned back to you, resting a hand on one of your thighs. “Thought you said me calling you ‘baby’ was my red flag?” He asked, closing his hard and reached to put it on his bedside table. “Bro, you were the one that forgot to book a table and pulled the ‘but I’m Harry Styles’ card…” You teased him. “‘Course you had to mention last valentine’s day.” He chuckled. The card itself was one off Moonpig, with a selection of your favourite photos of the two of you scattered across it. He pulled out the card first and laughed at the inside jokes you’d written inside the card. Now, here.” You handed him the gift bag, sitting back on your legs as you watched him in anticipation. You had a reservation booked at 2 PM for an afternoon tea experience, so you had plenty of time to love each other this morning as a way to kill time. You two had only just made it out of bed to give each other presents and it was already 11 AM. Beneath, he was naked after having countless rounds of morning sex. Harry was sat up against the headboard with the duvet pulled up to his waist. Which, let me remind you, contained a new polaroid camera.” You argued, kneeling to the side of him on top of the duvet covers. “Says he, who bought me a basket of gifts. “Dude, we said no presents…” Harry groaned, tilting his head back when you crawled back onto the bed with a gift bag in hand. Warnings : none really, this is the gift y/n got harry Summary - you purchase a gift for harry like never before
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