Harry Styles Imagines

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Harry hasn't seen his mother in years.
The last time he looked into her eyes she was crying on the porch, firm in her decision to kick him out at just sixteen, but heartbroken at the sight of her baby boy climbing into his old car that's stacked with boxes of his things.
He hadn't seen her when he managed to complete high school through home schooling and sent her a message that he hoped she was proud despite their falling out.
He hadn't seen her when he won his first fight in under four minutes, knocking his opponent out cold. She wasn't standing in the crowd cheering for him because she was sitting at home not thinking of him.
He hadn't seen her when Harry got his first serious girlfriend. His girl, y/n, had been invited to one of his matches courtesy of the ring owner after she helped design the new logos and posters for his underground boxing league.
Harry hadn't seen her when he moved in with y/n, the both of them purchasing an apartment in the middle of the city, close to his gym and the stadium she worked at. Even y/n's mother, who hadn't always loved Harry, came and helped the couple move.
He hadn't seen her when he sent her the wedding invitation, the delicate ivory paper covered in evidence that Harry may be a fighter, but he's still more of a lover.
Likewise, he hadn't seen her at the wedding either. His mother didn't help him tie his tie or give him a pep talk or see him tear up when his beautiful y/n walked down the aisle to him.
But most importantly, Harry didn't see his mother on the day he became a father. She wasn't in the waiting room to hug him and meet her grandson. She didn't get to see up close that Harry was still gentle enough to care for a newborn. She missed the greatest day of Harry's life.
He had come to terms with it. He had messed up, it wasn't right of him to hide his love for boxing from his mother. It wasn't right of him to finally tell her after he'd beaten the hell out of her selfish boyfriend because Harry's temper had flared after the man was mean to his mother.
Harry knew one day he would be near her again, he just hoped it wouldn't be the day he'd being burying her. But every attempt he made to reach out to her was futile and he had a lingering fear that she wouldn't be seeing him the next time he saw her.
But God was merciful for not only had He given Harry a beautiful wife and son, he gave Harry the surprise of his mother in a place he'd thought he'd never see her in.
~
Harry's pulling into his reserved parking spot when his phone rings, cutting off the Weezer song his phone was playing.
"Morning darling!" Harry answers.
"Morning H." Y/n greets, her voice filling his car. But that's not the only sound spilling through the Bluetooth. The SpongeBob SquarePants theme song is muffled in the background, over powdered by the high pitch wails of a certain baby.
"Oh no," Harry gasps, frowning at the sound of Arlo in such distress this early. His baby should still be sleeping, not crying his little heart out. It's too early for tears. "Why's my little man crying?"
"Someone's very upset because daddy left this morning without giving kisses." She scolds, tone light despite the crying baby.
Harry's heart plummets, guilt creeping up in his chest. "M' sorry love. You two were sleeping so well, didn't want to wake you." He says apologetically.
"You're gonna have to make it up to him," She warns. "poor baby just wanted to see you this morning."
Harry's heart falls even more, a disgruntled feeling sitting like a rock in his belly. He knew he should've just woken them, given Arlo a soft peck on the cheek even if waking him early makes him cry. Harry would be able to calm him in minutes, tucking his baby back into his crib and kissing y/n before heading out.
"I can come back right now." Harry offers, already reaching to put the car in reverse. "Haven't even gone inside yet."
"No!" Y/n exclaims, her giggle filling the car. "I can handle the little monster until lunch time."
"You sure?" Harry presses. "Don't want him fussy because I'm a wanker."
Y/n laughs at that, the joyous sound making him grin. The grin grows when he notices that Arlo isn't crying anymore.
"Hey!" Harry cheers. "You calmed him down!"
"Told you I can handle him." She teases. "Now get inside and punch some things. I'm expecting a knockout on Friday."
"Yes ma'am." Harry replies, his dignified tone breaking as he chuckles. "Love you sweetheart."
"We love you too Harry."
Harry waits for her hang up, hooking his gym bag over his shoulder and exiting the car.
Inside, Harry notices that it's not packed, the morning rush having just left. Happy to have the gym to himself so he can focus on training, he heads towards the locker room.
"Styles!"
Mark is at the desk leading to the public locker rooms, waving Harry over. Lightly sighing at the delay, Harry changes course and crosses the cement floor to greet the man he's known for years.
"What's up?"
"Lady came by," Mark chirps, rapping his knuckles on top of the sign in desk. "was asking for you."
Lips pursed, Harry racks his brain for any clue as to why a lady would be looking for him. He used to get that a lot back in his early twenties before he was married. Woman would show up and ask for him, claiming to be family friends but just trying to convince him to take them out.
Once he publicly announced his marriage, the visits lessened and when the city caught sight of Harry's first born, they ceased completely.
"Did she say why?"
Mark shakes his head.
"Alright," Harry clicks his tongue. "if she stops by again tell her to contact Nick, I don't take drop by visits from people that aren't family."
Mark nods, the conversation coming to an end as Harry thanks him and marches back towards the private locker room.
Who could possibly be trying to get a hold him now by stopping at his gym?
~
"I miss our little bugger." Harry states, heart aching for his baby.
Even though Arlo's already 7 months old and has been sending every other Friday with y/n's parents for quite some time, Harry always misses him terribly.
Y/n misses him too, often out of habit placing his water bottle further back on the table in his room to keep out of reach of a baby or making sure Harry doesn't leave stray equipment laying around because Arlo could trip on it.
But this is his private room on Friday on a fight night. Arlo has never stepped foot in this room for more than a few minutes and has only been at the ring for an hour at most. There's no need for either of them to be taking the precautions of having a newly crawling (wiggling) baby but they still do.
And following these habits only makes it so much more gut wrenching when they realize their baby isn't even there with them.
Y/n gives him a small smile, looking up from where she's delicately taping his fingers to give him the same bittersweet look he's sure is present in his eyes.
"It's only been a couple hours." She assures, looking back at Harry's knuckles. She tears off the roll of tape, firmly patting the end down and moving on to the next finger. "And he loves seeing his nana."
"I know," Harry mumbles. "and I know he's been going over there every other week for the past few months but I still miss him. S'our baby, feels weird to not have him here, babbling about something."
Y/n nods, bringing Harry's hand to kiss the tattoo on his ring finger in good luck. She starts taping over the thin band inked into his skin.
"Don't want him here anyway," Y/n comforts, gently squeezing his fingers like she can physically transfer a sense of ease into his veins through his fingers. "the fighting's too much for him."
Harry hums in agreement. "Sometimes I don't want you here either."
She doesn't look up or verbally respond, but the quirk of her eyebrow tells him to expand.
"Hate when I'm getting my ass beat or the fight's gotten really bloody. I don't want my sweet girl to have to see that, it's bad enough you have to see my all banged up after. Least I could do is try and make it an easy fight."
"I knew what I was asking for when I met you," She says softly, finishing up the tape on his last finger. "and when we started dating," She kisses his knuckle. "and when I married you."
Smiling to himself, Harry cups her jaw in his taped hands and brings her toward him until their lips meet in the middle.
Somehow, she's managed to spread her grace into him with a simple kiss.
~
He's limping down the sidewalk, the bitter cold air stinging the open wounds on his knuckles and eyebrow but slowly numbing it to just a throb.
Y/n is pressed into his side, arm around his waist and the other pressed into his sore abdomen to provide him with some stability.
Harry winces when she presses into his tender side, the burning sensation telling him that he's probably cracked a rib.
"Sorry Harry." She mumbles, voice a lot duller than he's used to.
It's not until they're sat in his bathroom in his apartment, the lights showing him her pale cheeks and bitten bottom lip, that he realizes she's freaking out.
He's sat on the edge of the tub, ice pack pressed to his bare side that's blossoming with purple spots. Y/n is dabbing at the dry blood on his eyebrow, careful to not disturb the wound as she tries to clean him up.
Her eyes are wide with sadness, flickering over his face every few minutes just to make sure he's ok.
His body feels heavy, his head throbs painfully on his forehead and his chest burns when he inhales but not of that compares to the ache in his heart from the defeated look on his girl's face (he hopes she's his girl).
"M'sorry," He croaks, vision blurry around the edges. He's not sure if it's from exhaustion or emotion. "sorry you're doing this. You're too pretty to be cleaning my bruises."
The edges of her lips quirk up slightly. "You're too pretty to be getting bruises." She responds, voice a little croaky.
Harry forces a humorless chuckle. "I'm serious. You didn't sign up for this. It's selfish of me to make you take care of me like this. I'm so sorry love." He's sniffling, something wet dripping down his nose and inching towards his top lip.
"I don't care." Y/n says simply, using the sleeve of her jacket to wipe over his lips and gently under his eyes which he assumes are crying. "You love boxing, I can see it in your face when you're in the ring. And yeah, I didn't sign up for this, I hate seeing you hurt but if you're hurt, I want to be the one that takes care of you. "
Harry's certain he's crying when a small sob leaves his chest, painfully vibrating off his sides. This is the first fight he's lost since he started dating y/n, the first time his wounds were bad enough to scare her, and the first time he's cried in front of her.
But he doesn't care, he's certain that she's a God send and knows that she would never think less of him fur blubbering into the sleeve of her jacket.
"I signed up for you Harry," She cups his jaw in one of her hands. "bruises and all. I'll gladly hold the ice pack and clean up the blood because it's all for you."
He manages to nod, not knowing what to say but feeling better at the content look in her eyes. He leans forward, ignoring the burn in his side and fits his lips to hers.
~
"Please welcome to the ring, Harry Styles!"
Y/n follows close behind Harry, holding onto his wrist as he pulls her through the crowd and towards the ring.
Cheers erupt around them, fans reaching over the barriers to encouragingly swat at his shoulders. He shakes them off, pulling his wife towards her special seating area.
They make it to his corner, the cheers dying down but the energy in the room is still buzzing excitedly.
"Tell Nick if ya need anything, all right?" Harry says, mouth close to her ear so she can hear him.
She nods, hands squeezing his forearms in assurance. Tucking his gloves between his thighs, Harry reaches over his shoulders to unclasp the necklace that's holding his wedding band and fastens it around y/n's neck.
She gives him a smile, helping him tug on and tightly strap his boxing gloves. Harry gives her a peck on the forehead, his way to telling her he'll be fine.
Y/n squeezes his hands through his gloves. "Good luck baby." She murmurs, giving him one last smile before turning on her heel and heading to the stands.
Liam, Harry's corner man, slips his mouth piece in between Harry's teeth. Together, they slide through the ropes and into the ring, Liam rubbing out Harry's tense shoulders.
He's giving Harry a pep talk as Harry looks around the sea of people. His eyes meet y/n's and Nick's, both of them looking at him with a mixture of nerves and encouragement.
Harry fails to notice the two pair of eyes that are peering from behind his wife, the only emotion in them being fear. He fails to notice that those eyes are new around here but they're not new to him, for they belong to Harry's mother and sister.
~
Anne is clutching tightly to Gemma's hand, biting the inside of her cheek as she watches her son take another blow to the cheek.
Harry stumbles on his feet a bit but he shakes it off, retaliating by firing a spurt of rapid jabs to his opponents ribs.
The man falls back against the ropes, crowd cheering around them as Harry's quick to charge the man and deliver a punch to the side of his head.
"He's doing good." The man in front of Gemma praises. "Real good. Especially after his last fight."
The woman next to him, the one that had kissed her son and held his hand, nods. "His week off was good. He spent a lot of time at the gym, watched some of Rosario's other matches. He was ready for tonight."
"I think the other man is Rosario." Gemma whispers in Anne ear, obviously listening in on the conversation Harry's girlfriend is having. Anne nods, focusing on the ring but keeping her ears trained on the pair in front of them.
Harry takes a harsh punch to the jaw that has Anne audibly wincing, reaching up to cover her grimace with her hand. She waits for her son to topple over, to fall to his knees and for tears to well in his eyes as he gazes up at her just like he did the last time she saw him.
But he's not sixteen anymore. He's not just a boy picking a fight with the man that was filling in for his late father. Anne is shocked to see him grit his teeth, shaking out his arms and charging after Rosario.
"Oh he's pissed off now." The man in front says giddily. "Harry's going to ruin him."
The girl shakes her head in disbelief. "He promised me a knockout." She says, slightly laughing. "After how bad he was last time, he told me he'd make tonight an easy fight."
As if the woman's words were magic, Harry crushes his right fist into the side of Rosario's head. His head snaps the other way only to be met with Harry's left fist and then pushed back when Harry delivers a final uppercut.
Rosario falls like a game of Jenga, knees buckling and crashing to ring. The stands erupts into cheers, hundreds of people shooting to their feet and jumping around.
Anne heaves a breath of relief, glad to see Harry steadily walking back to his corner. He's greeted with a hug from his corner man, not bothering to look back as they carry an unconscious Rosario to his corner.
The pair in front of them stays seated, watching the warehouse slowly empty as everyone rushes home or to the front booth to collect the money they've won.
Taking cues from the two that obviously know Harry, Anne and Gemma wait. Nerves bubble in her gut. What is she supposed to say Harry? She doubts he'll even talk to her, not after all she's done. She kicked out her own son over a man that she now knows wasn't treating her right. Harry had been right this whole time and she was to broken to see it.
The pair rises from their seats, descending the few steps until they reach the floor. Security opens the gate, allowing the two near the ring.
Harry's climbed out of the ropes, wiping at the sweat on his face and neck. A cocky smile lifts his lips, bringing out a familiar set of dimples when he spots the girl walking towards him.
It makes Anne's heart ache when he drapes the towel over his head, snaking his arms around her and pulling her into his damp chest. The girl's giggle is audible from here, heartwarming and bubbly as Harry silences her with a quick kiss.
"He looks happy." Gemma croaks next to Anne, voice on the verge of a sob. Anne's not sure if that statement is supposed to make her proud or guilty. She's missed out on so much of her son's life.
Anne nods, eyes watering slightly. She's wiping away a tear when Harry pulls the towel off his head, eyes ghosting over the girl and meeting Anne's for a second before continuing on.
But she notices him freeze, arms considerably tightening around the girl and he returns his gaze to his mothers, no hint of happiness on his face at all.
Anne freezes too, staring back at her son. She's not sure if she's supposed to smile or not. If she's supposed to wave or greet him in any kind of way. She feels Gemma squeeze her bicep and Harry's eyes flash over to his sister.
He gives her a warmer look than he did his mother, but he's still glaring at them, the bruises on his cheekbone making him appear even more sinister.
"Gemma?"
~
Harry's fingers feel numb as he stuffs the last of his clothes into his duffel bag. He doesn't recognize the room around him. It's devoid of posters and pictures, of his books and records. There's no scattered shoes or stray school bag. There's no mess on the floor or soccer game on the TV. The room is completely empty, empty of him.
Harry zips up the bag, tossing it over his shoulder. He keeps his gaze away from the empty walls as he leaves the room, stopping to close the door and continue down the hallway.
He pauses in front of the door to the restroom, knowing Gemma is inside cleaning up the man that Harry had beaten bloody a few hours ago. He lifts his hand to softly knock, chest aching as realizes he's about to say goodbye to his sister, to the person that's always been his best friend.
"They don't want to see you." His mom cuts him off. Harry freezes, dropping his hand. He doesn't look away from the door.
Gemma doesn't want to say goodbye? She doesn't want to give him one last hug, comfort him one last time? She doesn't want to ruffle his hair or pinch his cheeks one last time? Tears well in Harry's eyes as he realizes the last time she hugged him was at their father's funeral.
Harry nods, turning away from the door and walking to the living room. He looks up, ignoring his mom's eyes as he looks around the room. Pictures of them seem to be everywhere, on the table, on the fireplace, on the desk, on the bookshelf. All of them displaying his happy family.
Harry waits, the tears and the pain in his chest growing as he prays for his mother to take it back, for her to cry and pull him into her arms and let him cry. For her to kick out her boyfriend and tell Harry's she sorry.
Instead she says, "You should go before he comes out."
Harry sniffles, wiping the tear that's fallen down his cheek. "Mum," He whimpers, finally looking at her. Her eyes are full of tears but cold, looking at him in anger.
"Now Harry." She hisses. He gazes at her helplessly, begging her to change her mind, to realize that he was protecting her from a man she's too good for. She points towards the door.
Harry's chest is tight and his stomach hurts as he exits his childhood home. He's slow to get to his car, dragging his feet in hopes to give her more time to call him back. She doesn't.
He tosses his bag in the passenger seat, eyes welling even more at the sight of his life in the backseat of his car. He gazes back at his mom who's now standing on the porch.
She stares back, raising a challenging eyebrow. Harry sobs into the sleeve of his sweater, climbing into the drivers seat and starting the car.
He wipes his eyes, looking out the window as his mom just watches. He calms his breath, putting the car in drive and circling the driveway.
Harry takes his phone out, dialing Nick's number. He brings the phone to his ear, glancing in the rearview mirror to see his mom disappearing back into the house.
"Harry?" Nick's answers, catching on to the sound of him crying. "What's wrong?"
"I need help."
~
Harry can feel y/n eyeing him cautiously, waiting for him to burst and lash out at his mother and sister.
He wants to. He wants to scream at them, he wants to throw his glass of water at his mom, he wants to cry, and he wants to know why the hell they decided to find him now.
But he can't. As much as they hurt him, fucking broke him, he's a father now and if roles were reversed, he'd want Arlo to hear him out.
So he stays quiet, eating the peas on his plate. He grimaces in disgust when he accidentally stabs his fork into a green bean.
"Ya want these love?" Harry asks, breaking the silence as he offers his wife the vegetables that's he's never liked.
As usual, she nods. "Thanks." She chirps, sliding her plate to Harry so he can scrape them on to the plate.
"You've never quite liked green beans." Anne says, her voice tight and timid.
Harry nods, not really appreciating her bringing up his childhood. He's glad his wife is such a saint and swoops in to answer for him.
"So it's a life long thing then?" She laughs, doing her best to smile at Harry's family. "I always thought it was him being a picky diet-er."
If possible, Harry's love for her grows. She knows he's never liked green beans, he told her on their first date that even as a baby he'd throw a tantrum if he had to eat them. Even today, she blamed Arlo's dislike of them on Harry.
But she refuses to have Harry hurting more than he already is and she's going to do all she can to make this dinner easier for him.
"Oh," Gemma pipes in. "What are you dieting for?"
Harry looks down at his plate, dipping his fork into his baked potato. "Boxing," Harry states. "gotta keep my weight down or I get a moved up a class."
"So you're always dieting?" She questions.
Harry nods, chewing on his food slowly. He wants to talk to them, to find a way to fix their family but he can't bring himself to even look at them again. He's afraid he'll start crying in the middle of the restaurant.
The table falls silent again, the chattering of the rest of the restaurant seeming deafening.
"How long are you two in the city?" Y/n asks politely. Harry perks up a bit, his mind had been wondering that for a while now but he didn't want to ask.
"Oh... uh, we're not sure." Anne says. "I guess for as long as..."
Harry knows what she wanted to say. She wants his permission to be here, she wants a sign that he's ok with them coming back into his life. And he's not sure what to say.
"Well, I hope we get to see more of each other before you have to leave." Y/n fills in.
"That'd be really nice." Gemma agrees. They continue to chat, most of the conversation coming from y/n and Gemma rather than Harry and his mom.
Harry pays for dinner, thanking their waiter and ushering y/n out of the booth. He grabs her hand, lacing his fingers through hers as he does his best to silently thank her for everything she's done tonight.
Gemma and Anne follow behind the couple, not really knowing what they're doing tonight. They were hoping they'd have more of a chat with Harry but he wouldn't even look at them and now their chance is over.
"Where are you staying at?" Harry calls over his shoulder, digging in his pockets for his car keys.
"The hotel on Lincoln Street." Gemma answers.
Harry's Range Rover chirps to life, the sleek black metal elegantly reflecting the city lights. "The one by that shitty coffee shop?"
"Uh, yeah."
Harry huffs a bit, raking his free hand through his hair. They approach the car, Harry opening the door for y/n and nodding for her to get in. She does, kissing his cheek in thanks as she climbs in. He closes the door, opening the one to the backseat.
"Get in." He grumbles. Gemma and Anne scramble into the car, impressed by how fancy the interior of the car is as well.
Harry closes the door behind him. Before he can make it around the car and to the drivers seat, Y/n quickly speaks up.
"Just give him a bit, he'll come around."
They both hope she's right.
~
Harry pulls up to motel, grimacing at the dingy color of the walls and they people lingering in the parking lot.
He circles the parking spots, pulling up in front of the doors. "Go get your things." Harry says, not bothering to look back at them.
Confused but not willing to question him, they both get out, closing the door behind them and hurrying into the hotel.
"I can't let them stay here." Harry says, voice softer than it's been all night. He looks over at y/n, brows furrowed and takes her hand in his.
"Then it's a good thing we have such a big house, yeah?" She smiles, already knowing what he was going to ask.
A tiny smile pulls at his mouth as he brings her hand up to his lips. "You're the best." He whispers. "I love you so fucking much."
Y/n gives him a sad smile. "I love you too Harry, and I'm so proud of you."
He can feel the stinging in his eyes and he's not ready to break down yet so he squeezes her hand, releasing it to unbuckle.
"I'll be right back baby."
Harry enters the motel, heading straight towards the front desk. He pays for his family's room, realizing they've been in the city for almost a week. Harry's disgusted to think they've been staying in this dump for that long.
He's tucking his wallet in his coat pocket when Anne and Gemma exit the elevator with their bags. He nods to the doors. "Room's taken care of."
"You didn't have to do that Harry." Gemma tells him, catching up to walk by his side. Harry feels himself leaning into her, wanting to lean his arm on her shoulder like he would as a teenager.
He forces himself to take a step away from her, ignoring the way Gemma's face falls in defeat. Guilt pricks at his heart.
"It's not a big deal." He responds, hoping they'll take it as his way of welcoming them back into his life, at least for now.
~
Anne knows Harry's made quite the life for himself. She had always worried that he'd struggle with money, illegal boxing isn't a very well paying job. She knew she had been wrong when he easily paid for dinner and the hotel and climbed into a Range Rover. But that didn't prepare her for the sight of Harry's home.
She had assumed he lived in an apartment, most likely with y/n, in the center of the city. Somewhere celebrities would live when they came to visit the city for a few days and then would leave empty for months at a time.
She was completely wrong.
They pulled up to an iron gate, Harry typing a code into his phone that had the gate swinging open. A stone driveway led to a garage big enough to fit four cars, Anne now having no doubt that each door held it's own car.
A two story colonial house made of bricks connected to the garage, looking like a classic American home next to the big lawn of grass.
Harry parks in front of one of the closed doors, shutting the engine off. Motion lights on the house spring to life and when Harry opens the car door, the sprinklers in the grass shut off.
They all get out, Y/n smiling warmly at Anne and she's grateful. She has no doubt that Harry's told her their past and instead of being cold and defensive like most would, she's been nothing but kind to them.
The air smells of wet dirt and the honeysuckle plants that are lining the flower bed. Anne smiles sadly, hoping Harry was thinking of the honeysuckle plants at his childhood home when he planted those.
Harry's already unlocking the front door when Anne makes it up the stone steps. The beeping of an alarm system greets them and Harry's quick to punch in the code as y/n turns on the lights in the entrance way.
"Sorry for the mess," Y/n calls over her shoulder, leading Gemma and Anne into a big living room. "it's been a busy week."
Anne looks around the room, painfully realizing that the only mess in the house is the scattering of baby toys and a basket of neatly folded clothes, baby onesies stacked at the top.
"Don't apologize," Harry speaks up, entering the room. In the good lighting, Anne notices that his bruise has gotten worse and his lip is a bit swollen. "it's better than that motel."
Y/n gives him a scolding look, smiling halfheartedly at the guests.
"He's right," Gemma says. "you're home is wonderful and we're so grateful to be here."
Harry nods in acknowledgement, disappearing around a wall and turning a light on. The sound of a fridge opening and water running fills the room.
Anne examines the room, eyes welling with tears as she spots the dozens of photos in the living room alone. A picture of y/n and Harry, standing in Times Square in the snow, both clad in winter coats and hats. Harry's resting his head on top of hers, practically beaming with his red nose and dimples, a child like glint in his eyes.
The next one is a photo of young y/n and Harry, standing on a boat out on the ocean. The sun is setting behind them, casting both of them in an orange glow that Harry's white trunks and her white bikini reflect. Y/n has got her arms draped around Harry's not-so-tattooed abdomen, facing the camera while laughing with her eyes squeezed shut. Harry's holding her waist, playfully biting at her cheek.
The next one is a wedding photo, something Anne wouldn't have been shocked to see if she had paid attention to the similar black bands they both have tattooed on their ring fingers.
They're outside, standing under a gazebo covered with vines and fairy lights. Y/n is wearing a gorgeous wedding gown, her hair longer than it is now but curled the same way. Harry's next to her, wearing just a bow tie and a white button up, one side of the shirt untucked.
Both of their smiles are covered in wedding cake, some sticking to his eyelashes and some dangling in y/n's hair. Either way, they're both grinning like fools, eyes twinkling with love and the reflection of the lights.
The last photo on that shelf is just Harry. Or at least that's what stands out until Anne notices that he's cradling a baby in his arms.
His hair is long, pulled into a messy bun and he looks absolutely exhausted, eyes swollen and red but he's positively cheesing at the camera. And in his arms, snuggled in a familiar baby blanket is a baby, whose eyes are closed and features barely noticeable but that doesn't hide the fact that the child has Harry's button nose.
Her Harry's not only married, he's a father. He's got his own little baby running around somewhere, scrunching up the nose they got from their father when they laugh, completely oblivious to the fact that they have a grandma and aunt they've never met.
Y/n notices Anne's tears and the way she's looking at the photo, heart swelling at the broken look in Anne's eyes.
"That's our son." Y/n speaks up softly. Anne looks away from the photo, meeting y/n's gentle gaze. How could she have not noticed earlier? The ring hanging around her neck and the matching one on her finger. The unconditional kindness and smile that only a mother could have. Y/n has been so kind to them because she's got a child of her own.
"I-I didn't know." Anne whimpers pitifully. She wipes at her damp cheeks. Gemma soothes a hand up and down her mother's back, her own tears welling up.
Y/n disregards the fact that she knows Harry sent a wedding invitation and texted her the news of their pregnancy. Obviously something has happened along the way that kept Anne from knowing and by the look on her face, y/n knows Anne wishes she could take everything back.
"It's alright." Y/n soothes, stepping closer to Anne. She should be ashamed of the way she breaks down, falling into y/n and Gemma. She's sobbing into the fabric of y/n's tee-shirt, wishing it were her son's arms that were wrapping around her instead.
Y/n slightly rocks Anne back and forth, letting her mother-in-law cry and smiling sympathetically at Gemma, who's on the verge of her own tears.
"We thought it'd be easier to find him." Gemma whispers. "After she kicked out Jack, we tried to contact him. His number had been changed and so had ours, we couldn't risk Jack contacting us again. We had to change everything and no one seemed to know where Harry had gone. If we'd have known-"
"It's ok." Y/n shushes. "You're here now, there's time to fix this."
Harry returns to the living room, ice pack against his cheek and wet rag on the swollen lip. He stops, noticing that his wife is currently mashed between his mother and sister, the concerned motherly look on her face that tells him all he needs to know.
She's taking care of, comforting, the people that kicked Harry out of his home and left him to fend for himself. Anger flares in his chest, his sore jaw clenching in frustration.
Gemma is the first to pull away, wiping at her eyes and smiling gratefully at y/n. Anne follows, face red and damp as she hiccups. She gives y/n an embarrassed smile that Harry thinks is deserved. She should be embarrassed about what she's done.
"Harry," Gemma croaks, dragging Harry's attention away from his mother. He meets Gemma's gaze, glaring at her. "we're really s-"
"I don't want to talk about this tonight." Harry interrupts, looking away from her. He focuses back on his wife who's watching him in apprehension. "I'm going to call mum, alright?"
"Harry," His mom whimpers and it sounds a lot like the way he called out for her before he left. He turns on his heel, heading for the stairs.
"Good night."
~
Harry's glad he showered back at the warehouse instead of waiting to come home because he's so exhausted he doesn't think he could stand up long enough to even rinse his hair.
He's laying in bed, scrolling through emails on his phone when y/n enters their bedroom. She kicks the door shut, already ridding herself of her shirt as she pads to the walk in closet.
"They sleeping downstairs?" Harry calls out.
Y/n hums a yes, voice muffled by the walls of the closet. She uses the door connecting to the bathroom, grabbing a face-wipe and brushing her hair out.
She returns to the bedroom, wearing pajama shorts and a tee-shirt that used to be Harry's in high school with her face freshly cleaned.
Harry locks his phone, tossing it the bedside table and motioning his wife over. She happily skips over to the bed, crawling up from the foot of the bed and into his lap.
Pressing a kiss to her head, he tugs her into his chest, making him giggle.
"How's Arlo?"
"Was asleep but mum said he'd been perfect all night. Didn't fuss once and shared mac and cheese with dad." Harry tells her, chuckling a bit at the last part.
"I miss him." She hums, snuggling in closer to Harry's chest.
"Me too." Harry responds, tickling his fingers up and down her back.
"I know it was hard for you but you did really well tonight." Y/n says quietly as if she's afraid she'll set Harry off. Harry just hums, not sure how to answer. He doesn't feel like he did well tonight.
"I'm serious Harry. You didn't have to buy them dinner or pay for their room or invite them to stay with us but you did and I'm so proud of you."
Harry stays silent. He should have done more, said more. He literally walked in on Anne and Gemma sobbing into y/n's shoulders and ignored them. The only peace he'd offered between them was allowing them to stay at his home.
At his silence, y/n changes the subject.
"And you kicked Rosario's ass tonight."
Harry snickers, pride swelling in his chest. "Yeah?"
She nods into his chest.
"I promised you a knockout didn't I?" He pecks her forehead. "Couldn't just let my girl down."
She giggles, lacing her fingers through his. "I love you."
"Love you too." Harry whispers, grinning. He really loves his little family.