theselittlethingsmatter:

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Long days. Longer nights. And being pregnant in your last trimester, you needed as much rest as you could get and lately, that seemed impossible. You were there at every rehearsal, every photo shoot, every interview, and every show. You missed home; you had invested in it right before the…

theselittlethingsmatter:

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“Sweetheart, I promise it’ll be fun. Get dressed, I’ll be there to pick you up in an hour.”

Harry was at it again; he was always surprising you. Not that you were complaining; you loved it. Despite his insanely packed schedule, he always made sure he had time for you.

After hanging up, you…

theselittlethingsmatter:

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You hated it. You absolutely hated being nervous. Your palms would get sweaty, your stomach would be in knots, and you panicked. He watched you pace back and forth, rummaging through drawers and your closet, a wicked smirk on his face.

“Wipe that grin off your face, Styles. I don’t know what…

alcoholicmother:

LMFAO I CANT BELIEVE IT

vesley:

Wasn’t puberty supposed to make me hot