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Punk Harry Series Part 3

Part 1, Part 2 

Punk Harry: He Asks You Out "So, bananas or tomatoes, which is more fruit like?" You asked as you picked at the end edge of the playing card. "Banana is more fruit like, I mean, come on. They're a monkey’s favorite thing to eat and monkeys don't eat veggies. So, conclusion, it must be a fruit." Harry stated as he tossed the hacky sack into the air again. He was laying upside down, his head hanging off the sofa in the hotel room we were cooped up in. The band was asleep and we were assigned watch duty. So here we were chilling in the large living room, doing literally nothing. "My turn, so square balloons, freak of nature or brilliant invention?" He asked and I smiled, looked over at him, then focused back on my card. "Brilliant. Best thing I have ever seen. And the triangle ones. Those are cool. I would kill to get some of those on my birthday." You said laughing and he smiled. "Let's get a little personal now." You suggested sitting up and turning to him. He smirked and sat up straight as well.   "You're on. Bring me your worst." He challenged and you laughed. "Would you rather do all the work, or let her ride you like a pony?" You asked and he laughed. "Yee haw." He whispered and you burst out laughing. "Really?" You asking in between your laughs. "Well, I'd much rather her on top. I mean, this way, she'll enjoy herself too. I won't have to worry if it's good for her and me, because let's face it, it doesn't matter which position, it's good for me. But when she's in charge, it's going to be good for her because, well she's controlling it. It's all about the give and take Y/N." He said and you laughed. "Okay, threesomes, gross or hot?" He asked and you smirked. "Lava." You said and he sucked in a breath. "I mean, with another girl though. Not another guy. That typically means anal and like, no. No thank you. I'd much rather get eaten out by a girl who knows what she's doing then get my anus torn apart by a guy who has no clue what the proper way to handle anal is. Two girls, one guy. That's my kind of threesome." You said and he nodded, completely dosed into space. "You're picturing it aren't you?" You asked and he nodded. He was just staring at you when suddenly he leaned right over and planted his lips right on yours. You say there, eyes wide open for a good ten seconds before you pushed him away harshly. "No, no, no, not again. No." You just kept repeating the word "no" as you quickly stood back up and walked out. 

Word Count: 467

Punk Harry Series Part Four

Part 3

He Asks You Out Part 2: (I’m going to make up the band members names, honestly don’t think that’s something anyone cares about. If so just tell me and I’ll change it to something more choice friendly. And I’ll put a key too if it really bothers anyone that I’m naming them.) “Um, hi.” You heard the little voice from behind you. You had been sorting out all your make up for the band on the tables. You had Peter’s on the last table on the left, he had a more dark yellowish skin tone. Next to him was Lacey, she was very fair but had a pink undertone. Next to her was Sydney, she was also fair but with a yellow undertone, but with her hair colored jet black you had decided to cover it with a pink undertone foundation to compliment the color. Next to her was Randy, he was basically the only tan one out of the group, so that made your life a little bit easy. 

“Hi.” You pause, before continuing to place down Randy’s concealer. He did a lot of the writing for the group, so with all the late nights he had bad dark circles. He required a lot of coverage with his concealer, which also means a lot of time to let it set. 

“I wanted to talk to you about last night.” He said, you looked at him through the mirror, finally acknowledging Harry’s presence for the first time, he had his hands in his pockets, back hunched, he was also kicking the floor awkwardly. He was nervous.

And strangely, you found that endearing. But, you still didn’t like him like he very obviously likes you. 

“There really isn’t anything to talk about.” You said as you walked over to Peter’s approved wardrobe, starting to pick out his clothes for tonight’s show. 

“Um, I think there might be just a little to talk about.” He said sarcastically.

“Okay, let’s talk. You kissed me. I don’t date coworkers. And you, my friend, are a coworker. Get it in your head, I’m. Not. Interested.” You said turning to him violently. 

“Oh, okay,” He said, his voice suddenly a lot quieter. He sounded like he had just been internally wounded. And you might just feel a little bad about it, but you weren’t about to take it back. Tough love. “I just, I don’t want you to think that I’m only interested in you physically. I realized after you left that it could have come across that way. I wanted to insure you that I’m not like that. I actually am interested you because you’re honestly a great woman. You’re obviously very, very beautiful, so beautiful, you’re healthy, and smart, and funny, and passionate, and so so talented. I get this, weird, feeling in my stomach when I see you. And, I understand that you don’t see me like that, you made that very obvious just now, and I wouldn’t want to push myself on you like that. So, I’ll keep my distance. I hope we can still be friendly though.” He said before quickly walking out the door.  You couldn’t help but notice his eyes starting to tear towards the end, prompting his rush to run off along with the plummeting of your heart. 

You didn’t even have the chance to say anything before the band loaded into the room.

You had let him go, and you couldn’t help but get this feeling like you had just made a big mistake.

Word Count: 587

Punk Harry Series Part 5

Part 4

Yes: No matter how much you denied it, you had enjoyed Harry's company. You were a smart, quick witted, sarcastic feminist. Generally what you would call "jokes", others might call "inhuman insults". But Harry just, got you. He was never insulted, in fact he would sometimes fire something just as equally rude back at you. So of course you had noticed how he hadn't shown up to watch duty in 3 weeks. Anytime you two were paired with each other for watch duty of the band he never showed. And maybe, just maybe you were feeling depressed about it. Because, despite his appearance he seemed to be the most sensitive, caring and thoughtful guy you had met. And you've been through your fair share of "mr right's". So when you went into Randy's bus to ask him when he wanted to color his hair again and found Harry sitting at the table eating a sandwich and drinking some weird green smoothie you couldn't help but smile. "Hey when do you-oh hi." You said to Harry as you walked on the bus. You decided to sit with him so you walked over and sat across from him. "Hi." He wouldn't even look at you. "Long time no see?" You tried, hoping to get even the slightest reaction. "I've been busy. You know guarding bodies." He joked and you laughed. "Well, I should be goin-" "Wait, I um-" "Hey, you ready?" A girl, who you didn't recognize asked, popping her head in the van. "Yeah, I'll be there in a sec Kenz." He said and she nodded, giving you a questioning look before leaving the van.  "I've got to go." He said and you nodded, still stunned at the gorgeous girl he seemed to be with. You followed him out seeing as randy wasn't even there. "Can you go get the car?" This Kenz girl asked Harry, he nodded then walked away to wherever you were assuming his car was. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name?" She turned to you. "Oh um, sorry, I'm Y/N." You said as you shook her hand. "Ohhh, that makes sense. He's really into you, you know?" She asked and you were suddenly very confused. "I'm sorry what?" "Harry, he's really into you. I'm his old high school friend and let me tell you, that last time I saw him like this was, well, never actually. This is completely new to me. Anyway, you should give him a chance, he might look scary but he's probably the sweetest guy I know." She said before walking away to somewhere you didn't really care to know about. About five minutes later a red jaguar e-type is pulling up a few feet from you and your mouth just drops. It's a gorgeous car, you were even more shocked when out pops harry. "Hey!" You called to him and he looked at you before walking over. "Yeah?" He asked looking around, probably for his friend. "Remember that thing you did a couple weeks ago that made this all awkward?" You asked and instantly his cheeks blushed and he looked away once again. "I'm aware of it, is there a reason we're talking of it right now?" He asked and you smiled and nodded. "Well, if you ever want to, we can always do it again." You suggested taking one step closer. "Seriously?" He asked starting to lean down but you pushed him away. "Uh, take me out first." You said before walking away. Leaving him with a smile as wide as a Cheshire Cat. 

Word Count: 594

Punk Harry Series Part 6

Part 5

Date:

(Please, if you haven't already been to where they're going on the date just google it, it'll make it easier to understand) You were surprised with how quickly Harry had planned your date. Most guys think they need to wait like 3-5 days before contacting you again but Harry, he had planned it for this Thursday night. You said yes on Tuesday. 

You were actually perfectly okay with this, you liked Harry. And you realized the other day, you not being into him actually meant no one could be into him. You figured that was probably unfair so why not give the kid a chance right?

Harry showed up at your hotel room at 5:00 that night, dressed in his typical black cotton tee, black skinnies, and his worn out brown leather boots. You were glad you had dressed casually seeing as he hadn’t provided any warning for what you two would be doing. You were dressed in a pair of black vans, matching Harry with black skinnies, and a band t-shirt you had liked in high school. Your makeup of course was done to the nines, while your hair was styled for simple beach waves.

“You look good Y/N.” Harry said as you opened the door. You grabbed your over the shoulder fringe purse, you weren’t a purse girl but you need something to put your touch up make up in and it’s not like you could take a back pack.

“Thanks, you don’t look different.” you laughed and he smiled down to you. “So what are we doing?” You asked as you two loaded into the elevator. 

“Well, first we’re going to go to sky zone, then probably burgers or pizza, I haven’t decided which. Probably which ever one offers milkshakes.” He said and you laughed as you walked out of the hotel. 

“Most guys would have told me to wait and let it be a surprise.” You commented as valet brought his red beauty back. 

“Yeah well, I’m not a fan of surprises, don’t want to be a hypocrite now do I?” He asked and You laughed but shook your head. 

The car ride was short, apparently sky zone was only like fifteen minutes away from out hotel. You two went in and were told to take off your shoes and leave your phones with the office lady.

You quickly learned that although his long legs allowed him to walk quickly, they didn’t allow him to jump stably. Multiple times had Harry crashed into you or fell down either onto you or just on the mat entirely. And he quickly discovered you had been a gymnast for 10 years and still had all the skills to prove it. You flipped and jumped and tumbled around the mats like you owned them.

“Wait do that long flippy thing again!” Harry begged as you stood next him, trying to catch your breath. He had been asking you to tumble for fifteen minutes now and you were extremely tired. 

“I literally can’t anymore, my legs and arms feel like they could give any moment.” You explained and he smirked down to you. 

Suddenly you felt the ground beneath you vanish and you realized this giant oaf had picked you up

“What are you doing?” you asked as he bounced you both over to the exit.

“Can’t have my date passing out now can I? I’ll just carry you the rest of the day, forever ever and ever basically.” He said before setting you down on the bench and passing you your shoes before he put on his own. As you put on your shoes he went to go get your phones.

You two quickly found a place about three blocks away that sold both pizza, burgers, and milkshakes. 

The night seemed almost perfect. You were honest sick of the typical, dinner and a movie, amusement park, or museum. Sky Zone and milkshakes was just what you needed. 

Maybe Harry was just what you needed too.

Word Count: 668

Punk Harry Series Part 7

Part 6

Masterlist

First Kiss: You were in a panic. It was 4 hours to show time and everything was running behind schedule. But that wasn't the end of it. No, Sydney decided she wanted to color her hair. Going from jet black to lilac. Colors on the opposite of the wheel. Which also meant that you had to change up her make up routine to account for this sudden change in her hair color. She has a yellow undertone but with the black hair you decided to cover it with a pink undertone so it would compliment the color. But then she decided to change it and now you have to change everything as well. Of course it didn't stop there. She had also gone to see a speaker at some hole in the wall poet society place and guess she felt as if he changed her life. She said that the aura around her felt natural and green that she now wants to unite the nations with some green bullshit. Basically she now wants makeup that is made with all natural resources and isn't tested on animals. Which is like 3% of all makeup companies in the world. "Hey, how's life-whoa, who died in here?" You heard Harry's voice say behind you. You whipped around, probably looking like an idiot. You could feel yourself sweating, your hair was everywhere and you arms were whipping around like flags in strong wind. "Everything in my life is falling apart!" You exclaimed and he smiled coming over and gripping your shoulders to stabilize you. "What could possibly be going on that could ruin your whole life?" He asked kind of laughing at you. You started to explain the situation of course you were rambling so you were sure he heard less than 12% of what you said. You were half way through explaining how many companies made makeup that went by her requirements when you felt him press his lips to yours. It was kind of perfect. It wasn't too passionate just, skin on skin. No movement or tongue just lips pressed to lips. It was also your first real kiss as a couple. Nothing like that spastic kiss he gave you when you were on guard duty. This was good, this was wanted by both of you. 

Word Count: 384

Punk Harry Series Part Eight

Part 7

Masterlist

He Makes You Upset:

You were finally on break. After four months of straight traveling you could finally sit in your apartment with your cat and your bird and your refrigerator. Of course you now had a new friend with you. Harry had been staying with you the past few days. He was here on a working visa and hadn't found a place yet. But he was going out looking tomorrow. Not like you were bothered, you enjoyed having the guy you were seeing stay with you. "I'll be back in about an hour, do you want me to pick up some groceries on my way back?" He asked coming over to you, his hands on your shoulders as he leaned over the couch to kiss your cheek. "Um, sure the list is on the fridge. Where are you going?" You asked, a little surprised he was going out so soon. You had only been on break for three days. "So, with the bands rising popularity I figured I should learn how to shoot so I'm going to a range to learn how." He said smiling as if it was something to be proud of. "What?" You asked, shocked he would even think of doing such a thing. "What's wrong? It's not like I'm going to hurt anyone?" He asked, still not seeing why you were so upset. "That's not the point Harry!" You yelled and he straightened up, just as you stood off the couch to look at him. "Then please enlighten me because it's seems as if you're getting all worked up for no fucking reason!" He yelled back. "The point is you could hurt yourself! Don't you understand how dangerous guns are?!" You yelled and he laughed. "Yeah okay, like you would know anything about guns. And either way I'm going to learn how, I won't hurt myself, I'm a grown man." He stated and you laughed. "I-I don't know anything about guns?" You asked rhetorically. "What makes you think I know nothing about guns?" You asked him, waiting for his lie. You knew a whole lot about guns, of course you never told him how or why, it wasn't something you liked to relive. "You're, you! You're a little girl obsessed with makeup. You don't know anything about guns!" He yelled back. "Tell that to the bullet scar on my rib cage you asshole!" You yelled before storming into your room and locking the door behind you. You weren't angry at him, you were upset. He not only underestimated you, but he resurfaced horrible memories where you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't know that had ever happened to you. It's kind of understandable why you don't want to be around guns after being shot. Please, just come talk to me." He called though the door. You sighed, knowing that pouting in bed wouldn't get you anywhere. "You're not shooting a gun, ever." You said as soon as you opened the door. He smiled, laughed, and then nodded. "I can live with that. I'll just get myself a stun gun and call it a day, yeah?" He joked and you nodded. "Don't forget the groceries though, we're out of Arizona." You said and he smiled, kissing you quickly before getting the list, waving to you and leaving. You enjoyed him. Even when he was annoying, you enjoyed him.

Word Count: 571

Punk Harry Series Part Nine

Part 8

Masterlist

Punk Harry: I Love You "No, okay, that is not your shade. You need a deep red, I'm think sin by Mac." You laughed pulling the deep purple lipstick away from Harry. You both had decided for fun you'd do his makeup. But, it seems like he's having more fun than you. "Okay, so, how do we help my dark circles?" He asked, leaning forward on his knees and you laughed, brushing makeup forever foundation on his cheeks. "Well, typically I just need a medium coverage concealer and a little yellow correcting powder to help it set and cover but you. You'll need red correcting concealer under full coverage concealer and then the yellow powder." You said and he nodded, smudging the foundation you were putting on his chin onto his lips. You continued through till you got to his lips. At this point he had a very intense black and silver smokey eye, his contour was so sharp it could give you a paper cut and his eyelashes were so long they made wind when he blinked. It was silent as you were lining his lips with the deep, almost brown, lip liner. You could feel him watching you, but you weren't creeped out. You barely noticed really. "Um, Y/N/N." He said and you pulled the liner away, looking up his eyes, which were already looking into yours. "Yeah?" You asked. "Um, I love you." He said suddenly. You were shocked. To say the least. You hadn’t been in love since your last relationship, and that didn't end too well. You and Harry had been together only six months, was that long enough to fall in love? Then you realized, as you looked at his almost done makeup face, it definitely was. "Too soon?" He asked, before you could even shake your head he was standing up, with his head hung low. He started to walk towards the door when you called out for him. "Harry, babe wait." You said, gently grabbing his arm. "Baby, I love you too." You said and he smiled so wide before picking you up and twirling you around. "Ya." He said quietly as he set you down, you laughed loudly at that. "That would have been really embarrassing, I told everyone I was telling you and if I had to say you didn't say it back, I would have died." He said and you smiled. "Please, you would have died but not for that reason. Baby, your lipstick isn't even finished." You laughed and he ran over to the mirror before groaning. "I almost left the room like this, with only my lips lined. I can't leave without them finished. Quick finish me so I can go flaunt my face." 

Word Count: 459

Punk Harry Series Part 11

Part 10

Masterlist

First Real Fight:

"Okay what the fuck is going on with you?" You asked Harry as soon as you two were alone in his car. "What do you mean?" He asked and you rolled your eyes as he pulled into the street. "You have literally been over my fucking shoulder all day. You haven't let me talk to one guy. Not even the damn waiter when he asked me what I wanted to drink. Like what the fuck Harry?" You asked and he laughed. "Yeah well maybe if you didn't dress like that guys wouldn't be all over you. I mean, you practically cheat on me right in front of me." He said and you froze. Cheating was the one thing you hated talking about. It was the one thing you couldn't handle. Your ex had cheated on you with some prostitute in your own bed and it had really fucked you up for the long run. "Did you really just say that to me?" You asked, not even turning to look at him. "Well, look at you!" He asked, not even a ounce of compassion in his tone. You sighed, tears starting to well in your eyes. "Pull over." You said sternly. "What?" He asked confused. "I SAID PULL OVER HARRY PULL OVER NOW!" You yelled and he quickly pulled over. You whipped the door open and jumped out, pulling your cardigan father around you. It was 9:30 at night and there was a little wind, you were already cold. "Fine, fuck you. I'm going home." He said before he shut the door. "Yeah what home? You live with me asshole!" You yelled as he drove off, leaving you alone on the street. You watched as his car sped away. You pulled out your phone went to maps and found where you were before calling an uber and getting yourself a ride home. You were thankful Harry hadn't beaten you there, which of course meant he was probably out doing god knows what. But you didn't care, you didn't even want to see his face then. For all you know, your relationship was over.

Word Count: 356

(Ok this pic has nothing to do with the outcome of this part I just thought it was funny as fuck and super fucking cute so..)

Punk Harry Series Part 12

Part 11

Masterlist

Make Up Harry's POV "So how are you and Y/N?" Lacey's asked wiggling her eyebrows. I wasn't planning on doing anything just staying in my motel and working out all day. But she called and asked me to lunch so here I am, sitting on the deck portion of some cafe in Los Angeles eating some weird salad and talking about my maybe ex-girlfriend. "We're um, we're on the rocks right now." I said, not wanting to really get into it. When I talk about Y/N I get all emotional. And don't get me wrong I'm not afraid to cry in front of a anyone but, I'm head of security for Lacey's band. If I break down and cry in front of her, I could make it look like I can't keep them all safe. "What? Why? You two are perfect together!" She exclaimed sitting forward. "I'd really rather not get into it." I said, smiling to her even though I'd like to crawl into a corner and die. "No, not acceptable, tell me what happened." She demanded and I sighed. "Fine but when I start explaining don't interrupt me, I know what I did was wrong but I’m too nervous and stubborn to admit it.” I said and she sat back and nodded. "About a week ago, I took Y/N to a concert and then after we went for dinner. It wasn't anything fancy just The 1975 and burgers and shakes after. But, Lacey I swear everywhere we went I caught guys and even some girls checking her out. I got jealous quickly. Yeah, I know, she loves me, not them, I'm aware. But, like hell I was thinking like that when I saw some prick go for a feel. I grabbed his hand and yanked him away, but did Y/N see that? No. After that I kind of started to answer for her, kind of hide her away. I tucked her into me, had an arm on her at all times, and when someone asked her something I didn't even give her the chance to answer. She got angry, I called her a whore basically, and then she got out of the car and I left her in the street. I know it was bad, but I was angry then, I wasn't thinking." I said and she nodded. "Are thinking of apologizing to her?" She asked and I nodded. "Yeah, I've just been too nervous to actually do it. I mentioned cheating Lace. Y/N's ex cheated on her, it's her biggest fear, her deepest scar and I just tore the scab off. I reopened that wound and it makes me scared she might not take me back now." I said and she nodded. "Well, why don't you ask her." She said and I looked at her questioningly. It wasn't like she was here or- I slowly turned around to find Y/N, standing on the other side of the fence, she has clearly heard everything. I slowly stood up and walked over to her. "You know that when I commit to something, I don't go back. What is making you think otherwise?" She asked taking my cheeks in her hands and pulling me closer. "Look at you Y/N. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. When I was growing up with all these tattoos and piercings, a girl like you looked at me one time, it was only because I standing in her way. Girls like you didn't acknowledge my existence in high school or even after. And now, here I am, tattoos and all, and there's this smoking hot girl who wants to be with me. That isn't something I'm used to. I guess, I thought that when you saw a guy was interested in you, you could easily see them as better than me." I confessed and she smiled. "I highly doubt anyone other than you could put up with all this for more than a week, and I highly doubt he would run out to get me tea at 2 am because I asked him nicely. Harry, I don't know about you, but if things keep going the way they're going, you sir, may just be it for me." She said and I smiled. "I think you may be it for me too." I said before leaning down and pressing my lips to hers. "One questions though?" I said, pulling away from Y/N. "How did you know she would be behind me?" I asked Lacey and she smiled. "Y/N called me to tell me you two had had a fight, and like, you guys are our tour mom and dad, you can't fight. So I may have taken it into my owns hands to invite you both to lunch, and get one of you to confess. Wasn't all that hard really." She said and I smiled before kissing Y/N again. "Well, I'm pretty glad you did." I said looking at her.

Word Count: 836

Punk Harry Series Part 14

Part 13

Masterlist

He Meets Your Parents: It was cramped in your apartment. Your parents decided to make a surprise visit while your brother was in California for a baseball tournament. They were staying at a hotel about two hours away but they decided to come up and visit you anyway. So of course, the first thing that popped into your mind was, Harry needs to meet them. You two were really serious and it was about time he met your parents. You had already met his so what was the harm right? So now, you were on the phone with Harry, trying to warn him you were all on your way to his house. "Y/N, what the fuck, you know they won't like me!" He said, you could hear him rushing around, probably doing a lot of last minute cleaning. "Well, my brother will love you, my mom, she'll like you too, but my dad might need a bit of warming up to." You said. Your brother wasn't a problem, he may be a jock but he was very open minded. Your mom, yeah she was old fashioned but she was a lot like Harry's mom. She just didn't approve of it underage. She said you could get all the tattoos you want, once you're eighteen. Your dad? He was a different story. It took you five years to convince him to let you get your nose pierced. And even after you did it he didn't even look at you for a whole week. You did everything he didn't want you to do. You got tattoos and piercings, you fought with him over how sexist he was, you moved all the way across the country to be a makeup artist. He wanted a clean daughter, one who followed tradition and worked until she was married, one who worked as a receptionist or something non permanent. He wanted you to be independent and get a job to support yourself but when you got married he wanted you to quit and become a housewife. But those obviously weren't your plans. "We're here." You said to Harry before hanging up. You smiled to your family as you walked up to his front door, typing in the password he gave you to open it. "Harry!" You called as you showed your family where to take off their shoes. Harry was a neat freak, if you didn't convince him otherwise he was going to leave slippers at the door for people to wear instead of their shoes. Luckily, you managed to convince him that that was weird. "Hi." Harry said, rounding the corner to the door. "Mom, Dad, Y/B/N, this is my boyfriend Harry Styles. Harry this is my Mom, Y/M/N, my Dad, Y/D/N, and my brother Y/B/N." You said introducing him to everyone. "It's so nice to meet you all." You had all moved to the living room, you sat next to Harry while your family sat on the couch across from you two. "So, Harry, what do you do for a living?" Your father asked. "I'm head of security for the band Y/N and I work for." He said and you looked back to see your father's reaction. He was surprised. You could tell he expected him to be a tattoo artist or a mcDonald's employee. "Interesting." He said and Harry smiled. "If you'd like, I can show you the security system I have on this place. Top of the line, no one comes or leaves without me knowing." Harry said and your dad nodded, clearly very surprised about him. "Maybe some other time. I am impressed by your intellect and secure manor, it'll be good for Y/N. Say you two last, when you marry she'll have someone to depend on. She can finally quit her job and become a housewife without worrying about the financial issues." He said and you, slowly close your eyes in utter embarrassment and shame. You really thought your father could go one evening without bringing up his "plans" for you. You've always been so embarrassed of how old fashioned he is. And you know, Harry being himself, is going to say something. You tried to warn Harry not to do anything to drastic by squeezing his side, but it was no use. "Oh, she doesn't have to quit her job. She loves her job, if we marry, maybe I'll quit my job and depend on her financially." He tried to joke but you saw it. You saw the way not only he tensed when he heard what you father said, but you saw the way your father's whole demeanor changed when those words fell from Harry's mouth. "You will do no such thing, you’re the man. You provide the money. She does the housework, I will not have my daughter marry someone so low." He said, standing up. Harry stood as well, which caused you and your mother to stand. "You’re one of those people aren't you? The ones that thinks women are equal to men? No, daughter of mine will be with one of those scums." Your father spat. You rolled your eyes as you felt Harry's whole body tense, but then his body calmed, which surprised you. "Y/N is my partner, she is equal to me in every aspect. There was a time in life where men were valued more because they were physically stronger, but those were the cavemen times. Today, we need the intellectually smarter, the people who are more creative. And those people can be woman or men. And if Y/N chooses to be with me then you can't stop her-" "-Enough. I am through with hearing your trash. This new generation thinks they can change everything. This is tradition. This is the way it's always been." Your father said and Harry smiled. "If it was tradition to cut off your leg when you turn twenty would you do it? Would you follow that tradition?" Harry asked and your father went silent, before grabbing your mother's arm and dragging her from the house. "Uh, well, I like you Harry." Y/B/N said and you laughed before giving him a hug. "I know you probably won't hear the end of this so if you want you can stay with me for the night. He'll have cooled down by tomorrow." You offered to him and he smiled and nodded. 

THIS ISN'T BASED ON ANYONE I KNOW, MY FATHER ISN'T LIKE THIS AT ALL. NEITHER IS ANYONE ELSE THAT I AM AWARE OF. THIS IS SOLELY BASED OFF THE ASSHOLE COUPLE THAT SAT BEHIND ME AT CHURCH YESTERDAY AND WHAT I THINK RUNS THROUGH THEIR HEAD

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Punk Harry Part 18

Part 17

Masterlist

Key:

Y/F/S/N= Your First Sons Name

Y/S/S/N= Your Second Sons Name

Y/D/N= Your Daughters Name

Future:

“Can I get a slushie?” Y/F/S/N asked you, pulling on the end of your cardigan as if him talking wasn’t enough to to get your attention.

“I don’t know Y/F/S/N, ask your Father.” You sighed as you continued to look through the low end mascara’s that this Target sold. You felt him scurry off and you sighed as you look to your baby, who was sitting quietly in her carseat that was set on top of the basket. You smiled at her and moved the cart back and forth to simulate a rocking pattern.

Y/D/N was like an angel. After having two rowdy boys she was a blessing in disguise. Of course that didn’t stop her from already being a pain in her brothers butts. Y/F/S/N and Y/S/S/N could not stand Y/D/N seeing as everytime they got close to her she either started screaming or yanked on their hair like her life depended on it.

Your moment of silence ended when you heard a loud wail coming from where Y/F/S/N just ran off to. You quickly turned to see him on the floor, gripping tightly to Harry’s pant leg, his body spread all over.

“But Daaaadddd! I want one!!!” He whined, a loud sob following.

“I said no, now get off the floor.” Harry scolded, only being able to lean down slightly to pick up Y/F/S/N as he was still holding Y/S/S/N in his arms.

Sometimes you were grateful that you had all your children so close in age, they would never go without friends or someone to play with, they would be close in school grades so you didn’t have to pretend to remember anything you learned, and you had loads of hand-me-downs. Y/F/S/N had just turned four and was very proud of that. He absolutely loved being able to show up almost all of his fingers when showing someone how old he was. Y/S/S/N was two and half and was just entering his terrible two’s. So you knew in a matter of minutes he was going to imitate his brother and throw some kind of fit.

It was then that you remembered about your Angel, who was still, sitting quietly in her carseat.

Bless her.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing a random mascara and pushing the cart over to your boys.

“Y/F/S/N, do you want to go home?” You asked, yanking him off the floor by his arm, gently of course you weren’t a monster.

He looked up at you, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears before he shook his head. Your heart actually almost melted when he looked at you with those big brown eyes that were stained with his tears. But you held your ground, this was parenting, you were going to do this right.

“No, but I want a slushie Mommy!” He whined a little.

“Well, you’re sure as heck not getting one with this attitude. Got that?” You asked and he nodded. “Now, dust of your clothes, apologize to your father, give me a big hug, and if you can manage to be a good boy for the rest of this shopping trip, we can get some ice cream on the way home.” You said and he looked up at you with big eyes, a smile stretching all the way across his face. He jumped up and down before leaping into you, wrapping his arms around your upper legs. You smiled as you bent down to reciprocate the hug.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so so so so much Mommy!” He said before turned and hugging Harry as well. You looked over at Harry who was trying to balance a squirming Y/S/S/N in his arms. After Y/F/S/N let go of him he set Y/S/S/N down.

“Hey! Y/F/S/N, hold you brothers hand while we go ok.” Harry said and Y/F/S/N nodded, grabbing his brothers hand and coming to hold onto Harry’s right hand as well. Harry then came up behind you, his left hand finding its place on your back as you continued to steer the cart that still held your daughter.

“You know in a bit Y/S/S/N is going to throw a fit too right?” Harry whispered and you let out a small laugh but nodded along anyway.

“Oh yeah, one hundred percent. Monkey see, Monkey do.” You said and he smiled.

The five of you continued to walk down the hall before you saw an aisle you unfortunetly had to grab something in.

You looked over at Harry with guilty eyes as you turned the cart into the aisle.

“Are you fucking serious?” He whispered into your ear as you plucked the pregnancy test from the shelf.

“Missed it last week.” You sighed and he groaned.

“Another baby? But we just had the last one. Like literally ten months ago!” He exclaimed and you shrugged.

“Not my fault we procreate like our lives depend on it.” You joked and he smiled before shaking his head.

“That would mean four fucking kids, that’s insane.” He said and you smiled.

“You weren’t saying that five years ago.” You said, referring to how he spun you around upon hearing the news of your first pregnancy.

“That was one, one child. Also our first, totally different. I can handle one, I can handle two, three is pushing it, but four, for fucks sake.” He said and you laughed.

“Alright Mister, let’s get this over with.” You said before pushing the cart onward.

Continuously throughout your trip you would turn around to check that your boys were still following you, which indeed they always were.

You think you may have scarred them once before. One time when you were fairly worried about some business meeting and you had turned your back for one second to pick out some new shoes and when you turned back, your three and one year old were gone. You ran around in panic for fifteen minutes and when you still couldn’t find them, you had to inform some workers around and then next thing you know the whole fucking Walmart is on lock down looking for your boys.

Keep in mind you were also like, seven months pregnant. So you were just running absolutely rampage looking for these idiots.

After another twenty minutes of looking in every nook and cranny, it turns out that they had hidden in one of those circle clothing racks and were just watching in joy as the whole fucking store panicked. Of course when they saw the look on your face they knew they were in for it and you yelled and screamed and cried for the whole way home. And then even after you got home with them you convinced Harry that it was totally normal to ground a three and one year old, which it probably isn’t but hey, you were seven months pregnant and scared.

So now, you have a slightly bad feeling that they know never to leave you sight or else shit goes down.

“You know, I used to work in a Target.” You said as you watched the boys look at the toys at the end of the aisle with Harry,

“Love, we’ve been married for five years, yes I know that.” He laughed and you smiled.

“Oh, well I did, and it sucked ass. All the higher-ups were douches and all I did for hours was put stuff away and pull things forward. I also worked in the cosmetic department which was not what I wanted it to be like. Not to mention that customers are stupid. One lady once didn’t remember what kind of foundation she was wearing. And legit argued with me for like twenty minutes because she was convinced I could identify what kind by looking at her face. She kept going no like I’m wearing it right now so which is it, like bitch I don’t fucking know oh my god.” You ranted, remembering all the times you had to show up at Target at 7:30 in the morning wearing red and khaki.

“I know love, you’ve told me this story at least three times.” He said lovingly, leaning forward to place a kiss down onto your cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” You heard from your boys and you looked to see them both covering their eyes.

“Alright, come on we need to go now!” You called and they came running forward.

You stopped by the clothing area to pick up some more shirts and pants for Y/F/S/N and you bought some shoes for Y/S/S/N, and you also got another onesie for you daughter seeing as all three of your youngins were growing faster than you could have ever imagined.

The car ride to the ice cream shop was filled with the noise of two different movies going on at the same time. The boys were separated by Y/D/N’s carseat which meant that they both had to be entertained by different things, which just so happened to be animated movies this time.

The ice cream was rather easy to get, instead of all five going in at once you had created a system where Harry and whoever was the best boy of the day goes in with a list of what everyone wants and comes back with it after.

So in the car sat you, you daughter, and Y/F/S/N as Harry and Y/S/S/N went in to get the ice cream.

You looked back to notice that he was asleep and you baby girl was just staring wide eyed at the roof of the car.

You smiled, enjoying the small moment of silence.

You could remember a day when you had none of this. When you were just a heartbroken girl, trying to live her dream of being a makeup artist.

Then, little did you know that your life changed when that freak with the tattoos kissed you suddenly.

And you wouldn’t change it one single bit.

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This is the final installment of The Punk Harry Series :(