*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
70s!Rockstar!Harry Styles x Reader —> 80s!Rockstar!Harry Styles x Reader
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Summary: Harry and reader enter a new decade. And a new adventure.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. wow. the last chapter of only angel. lemme go cry. bye. ((also yes the baby is caucasian in the gif but PLEASE - IMAGINE THE BABY HOWEVER YOU WANT TO... thanks... and have fun reading!!!))
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Warning: language, mention of drinking, smut
Words: 5.5k+
***September 7, 1982***
The smell of sweet fruit was more pungent than usual as you inhaled, your senses more sensitive to your surroundings.
The reminder of it came from the feeling of your swollen belly, your hand gently caressing it as your other hand swooped up the plate of fruit.
You took your time walking through the backyard and out to the beach. Careful footsteps through the sand, before they started to mix with other footsteps.
Large footsteps that belonged to Harry.
And right next to his, tiny footsteps of a smaller human. A child.
A path of footsteps to lead you to them.
"'S one right here..." Harry pointed, a large smile on his face.
A path of footsteps that led you to the sight of Harry hovering over his small child, pointing at baby turtles from a safe distance away. The small child in a large diaper that hung a little low. His curls of hair exemplifying Harry's. And eyes that matched the shade of yours.
The little boy stuck his finger out, mimicking his dad's. But he was much smaller in comparison. And the innocence of the boy made you giggle.
"I have your favorites," you called out, instantly bringing Harry's attention to you. And he flashed a bright smile at you, the Malibu sunset outlining his body perfectly. Harry stood up straight before swiftly scooping the boy up into his arms and murmured something into his son's ear.
