Yellow.

thirty nine.

Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive.....

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The best thing you can ask for when falling in love with someone is having that person be your rock and source of support, and happiness. Harry Styles has somehow won in that area, and so has Iman because the two of them know one needs the help of another through the dark.

Iman deepens her creased eyebrows, studying the content of the legal permit and trying to understand why Linda would go to such lengths, when she has almost no rights. The flat is quiet, with Harry curled up next to his cat and trying not to get emotional again at the thoughts of losing his precious daughter to her absentee mother.

"Harry, we can sort this out," Iman speaks, looking up to see him quiet on the sofa and not replying her.

A sigh escapes her and she places the paper down, standing up and walking towards him.

Harry sniffs to himself, feeling the cat's tail tickle his nose and hoping he does not cry from all the emotions rushing through his system. This is the most emotional he has felt in the longest while, and he is anxious for how the day would end. There is no certainty of Louis helping out with a great lawyer, and there is no hope of Linda dropping her dumb request.

Iman appreciates the space on the wide sofa, making herself comfortable on it and slowly bringing her arms through his back and securing them around his chest. Harry curls up more, taking the perfect position as a little spoon and Iman presses a kiss to the curls lingering at the back of his neck. He brushes his fingers across her knuckles and sighs at the level of intimacy and comfort.

"Hi, old man," Iman hums, allowing their legs tangle between each other at a slow pace.

"Hiiiiiiiiiiiii," he croaks, quietly.

"You are moody, yeah?" she asks, to be sure.

"Y-Yes," Harry admits with a drawl, closing his eyes.

"Myra is a beautiful child, and she loves you so much Harry, nobody can take away that from the two of you," Iman assures, leaning in closer and pressing her cheek to him.

"Linda...Linda was s-serious Iman," Harry pouts, still keeping his close and enjoying the comfort.

"No, she just wanted to scare and it is sadly working," she sighs, smiling a little.

"No....noooo, H-Harry is not scared, like nooo please!" his eyes snap open and he gives an offended frown.

"You look like an angry cat," Iman teases, giggling at him.

"Harry...no, I am not scared...scared of Linda, okay? Yes...yes not scared," he affirms, biting down his lip.

"Good, you have nothing to be scared of." She sighs, kissing his cheek.

"Can...can H-Harry and Iman cuddle more please?" Harry asks, shyly.

"Oh yes please!" Iman releases a dramatic breath.

Harry gently adjusts, fitting his back to her chest, curling up further to console the not so shameful height difference between them. Iman secures her arms around him, pressing her nose to his back and taking in the warmth of his sweet smell and knowing this is what home smells like in their language of love. This can be said as their first time of properly cuddling and enjoying the beautiful taste of intimacy without him struggling.

"You are like my little spoon babe," Iman smiles, expecting a confused response from him.

"Whaaa...," Harry drawls, yawning.