Harry Styles Imagines

Backstage (Smut)

"Hey can you make one where Harry and I have sex backstage"

As you sat in the back of the Uber car that you have booked to take you to the stadium in Vancouver, all you could think about was the look on Harry's face when you surprised him. You were sure he'd be happy, I mean, you'd been married for 11 years. It was the first tour since their reunion. They had taken a few years out for family time which you were glad for. Being 33 and having a nine, six, four and a two year old was hard, so you were glad Harry could be present 24/7 throughout the break.

"Micah Niall, stop that!" You scolded the boy who was making faces at his older sister. Four year old Ella was sitting across from him, ignoring anything around her, and focusing on the iPad in her lap that was playing some cartoon that she liked, you weren't exactly sure what it was.

Nine year old Emilia and six year old Mason were left back in London with their Grandma and Grandpa- Harry's parents- Anne and Robin after insisting they didn't want to miss any school and would see their father when he came home from tour which would be in 2 months, and that FaceTiming him was enough right now. You had tried to talk them into coming with the three of you, but Primary School was fun, and they were scared that if they missed the two weeks you'd be gone, they would never catch up. And growing up with Harry, he always taught them never to miss school unless it was a good reason, which you also tried to assure them that this reason was good enough, but they would not budge on their decision. You knew Mason was just agreeing with Emilia on what she was saying, but after assurance from Anne that they would be fine, and that they would come up to London for a couple of weeks and take care of them, you booked your flights to Canada, but only three of them...

"Ella Sophia! What was that?" You demanded of the four year old girl who had just kicked Micah on the leg from her spot facing him. She looked down ashamed that she had kicked him and you sighed. "Both of you, behave. We're almost there, you'll see Daddy in 10 minutes or so," you said, Micah's face lighting up at the mere mention of his daddy. You took the iPad off of Ella as the spectacular stadium made itself known through the front mirror and you packed it away.

The Uber driver pulled up to the stadium and you climbed out. Lou was standing waiting at the gate for you. She had been the only one let in on the secret that you were coming as you needed someone to get the three of you passes. You unbuckled the two kids, and got them out before paying the driver, giving him a tip as you thanked him. "It's fine, it's fine, she's Styles' wife!" Lou assured the guard on the gate, but he was having none of it.

"Passes and ID," he grumbled and you sighed. You gestured to the passes around the three of your necks with each of your full names on it, but that still wasn't good enough for him. You could tell he didn't believe that you were a member of the bands wife.

You let go of Ella and Micah's hand before warning them to stay put, and started to rifle through your bag for the three of your passports. You seen Lou shake her head disapprovingly at the guard from the side of your eye, and then you seen little feet run to the right of you. Your head shot up and you seen Ella running after a butterfly.

"Ella! Get back here right now," you shouted, taking off after her. She came to a stop and you grabbed her hand and pulled her back over to the gate. "Don't ever do that again, ok? This is a road, Ella!" You said seriously and her bottom lip started to quiver. "Don't start crying, baby. Mummy didn't mean to get mad it's just dangerous and I don't want anything happening to you. I'm sorry, sweet pea. Please don't get upset," you whispered and she nodded. You pulled her into a hug, and ruffled Micah's hair, before starting to rifle through your bag again, finally finding three maroon passports, pushing them over to the guard. He opened each passport up to the picture page before handing them back to you.