@soft-haz​

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be spending a sexy, romantic, and intimate evening with Harrison, but it had all gone to shit so quickly. It started after you’d put on the lingerie in the bathroom. It was meant to be a surprise for him, you waiting on the bed clad in the skimpy outfit like a present under the Christmas tree, but instead, you couldn’t pull your eyes from your reflection in the mirror.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that the color didn’t look right on you. And it didn’t fit you right. But you knew the truth. It didn’t FEEL right, which is why you opened the door to see a startled Harrison sitting on the edge of your bed. Startled, not because you were wearing the black, lacy thong and bra, but because the expression on your face was nothing short of misery. His eyebrows furrowed, concern lacing his features.

“What’s wrong, darling? You know I didn’t expect anything, right?” He whispered, reaching his hand out to you. But, he didn’t make any moves to hold you just yet. He knew you would come to him when you were ready, and with as delicate as your emotions were when you felt this way, he’d hate to be the one to tip you over the edge.

“I don’t feel good.” You whispered, and while anyone else could have misinterpreted it as feeling ill, Harrison knew you better than anyone else, and he knew that it wasn’t physical illness you were experiencing.

“Come cuddle, baby.” He held his arms out, scooting back so that he sat against the headboard.

“But we were supposed to-”

“We can do that anytime, darling. Let me help you, yeah?” He was always so gentle with your emotions, and you adored him for it.

You did as he asked, laying down in his arms, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck while he turned on the TV. He was sure to press loving kisses to your face every few minutes, reminding you of how much he loved you. Every now and then he’d ask if you needed anything, water, a snack, to hear your three favorite words escape his lips, and though you told him you were fine, he told you he loved you anyway. So, while the evening hadn’t exactly gone as planned, it couldn’t have possibly ended better.

Finishing the blurbs from this weekend.

66 - “Why me?” 5 - “Mine” “Say it again”

Hey, love! You didn’t specify who you wanted it for, so I hope Harrison is okay!

You weren’t feeling so good about yourself. It happened from time to time, and while you tried to fight it, sometimes there was nothing you could do to fight it. Which is what lead you to where you were now, standing at the foot of the bed that Harrison was sitting in. He was typing away on his laptop as he hadn’t noticed you standing there just yet. It wasn’t until you sniffled that he looked up at you.

“Darling? What’s the matter? Are you alright?” He was instantly worried, putting his laptop to the side and grabbing both of your hands, resting your knuckles on his cheeks.

“I just...why me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Out of everyone in the world, why did you choose me?”

“Oh, darling...is it one of those days? What happened?” His eyes held pity and sadness as if it broke his heart that you would even ask him that question, and maybe it did.

“I tried to fix it myself. I really tried.” You whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek as you chewed on your bottom lip, trying to keep it from shaking.

“Awh, baby. Come here.” He pulled you into his lap and you inhaled his scent, allowing it to calm you. “I choose you because you are everything I have ever wanted. I love you. How can I help?”

“Distract me.” You whispered, lips ghosting over his collarbone.

“How, angel? Tell me how to help you.” He mumbled as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder. He exhaled raggedly, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pinning you beneath him.

“Are you sure you want that, baby?”

“I want you.” You insisted, hooking your arms around his neck, and pulling him in for a kiss, and he happily obliged. He moved his lips with yours, humming just a little when you flicked your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Mine.” He growled, gripping your hips tightly and you whimpered into his mouth.

“Say it again?” You asked quietly, reveling in the fact that one simple word muttered in a moment of intimacy made you feel so much better.

“Mine. You, darling, are all mine and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. Do you hear me?” He murmured softly in your ear, making you shudder.

Harrison had a talent for making you feel better, no matter how bad you felt, and thankfully today was no exception.

No more requests, please.

Alright love, so here’s the deal. I wasn’t going to write this because I don’t want kids, so I don’t like to write this stuff (pregnancy/dad/mom), but because I love you, I will make one exception <3

Harrison was going to be a great father. You knew it from the first time you’d seen him with his niece and nephew, but it was only when he’d gotten you pregnant that you really knew. As time went on, and your stomach grew, Harrison became more and more protective of you. It got to a point where he would barely let you lift a finger for yourself. It was sweet if annoying at times.

It was a Saturday morning, and you were trying to put your sneakers on your feet so that Haz could take you to his Mom’s house for the afternoon to have lunch. Your socks were barely wrapped around your toes, and you groaned in frustration as you tried to pull them over your heel. You tried pulling your foot forward and backward but to no avail. Your large, rounded stomach prevented you from effectively being able to dress yourself.

“Here,” Harrison entered the room, seeing you struggle for just a second before jumping in to save you. “Let me help you.” He kneeled in front of you, pulling your socks up the rest of the way and pushing your slightly swollen feet into your sneakers before standing, pulling you up by your hands and making sure you were balanced before letting go.

“My hero.” You teased, placing a loving kiss on his lips, knowing that as long as you had Harrison, there was nothing you couldn’t do.

No more blurbs, please.

Okay, so here’s the thing, I thought about this for a long time, and unfortunately, I can’t write this prompt. I don’t want children of my own, and because of that, I feel like I wouldn’t be able to give the concept, and you, the justice it deserves. But, I didn’t want to leave you high and dry without anything either, so I changed it a bit. I hope you understand

Harrison loved his niece and nephew with all of his heart. You knew that which is why when he asked if he could take them from his brother for the weekend to stay with the two of you, it was an obvious answer. You had to study for your upcoming exams, but the way your boyfriend’s eyes lit up when he mentioned having the kids over made your legs feel like jello. You loved him with every fiber of your being, so while the kids were outside playing, you sat on the patio, doing your best to continue to study.

But he didn’t make it easy. The way he laughed and played as Theo jumped onto his back while he tickled Avah. They all seemed so happy, and it made you feel such deep, profound joy in your soul, that you couldn’t help but watch for a few more moments. Just a few more moments and you would go right back to studying. At least that’s what you told yourself as Harrison pulled his niece and nephew closer, whispering something to them. When he let them go, they came rushing up to you, each grabbing one of your hands and tugging on them.

“Y/N, come play with us!” Avah laughed gently as you stood.

“Yeah, Y/N, come play!” Harrison encouraged, chuckling at the expression on your face. “You’ve studied long enough, darling, I think you’ve earned a break.” He laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Come on, help me make lunch for the kids.”

You should have said no. You should have gone right back to studying but with the smile on Harrison’s face, and the expectant expressions on the kids’ faces, who were you to deny them?