Haylor One-Shots

Dreams Come True

Harry's P.O.V
"Tay! Tay, where are you?" I call frantically as I try to not freak out. My heart is racing and I can feel myself panicking to the maximum. 'This is worse than touring to thousands of people.' I think as I stand perfectly still. Waiting for the blonde haired beauty I'm lucky enough to call my wife. "Okay, I'm here babe...woah, what happened in here?" She questions looking at me and trying not to laugh. "Please don't laugh, you'll make it worse." I state as she comes over to me, "please just help me out." She sniggers but nods and moves to help me, "but don't touch me, okay Tay," I state looking at her. She nods as she wrestles the bundle out of my arms, looking down and smiling sweetly, "Seraphina Anne Styles, what did you do to daddy? Did you throw up all mamas milk? I worked hard to make that for you." She states swaying the baby. I watch in admiration but soon feel a sense of needing to bathe. "Uhm, I know I said I had her but..." I start but Taylor quickly looks at me, "I think you need a shower more Haz," I nod and quickly leave the room.

Taylor's P.O.V
The minute I heard Harry calling my name I knew that Sera had thrown up, she's such a fussy baby and suffers from reflex badly. I had thought Harry was being adventurous when he said he'd take her after I got a small burp from her. But as her father, I just handed Sera off to him, bad idea. Now I'm standing in Sera's nursery watching her look around content and not bothered at all by the milk vomit on her clothes. "So messy missy, how about mama gets you cleaned up?" She gurgles as I lay her down on her changing table, turning to grab a new onesie for her and some new socks to make her all cute, I start my task.

Sera always seems so content when she's getting changed, she loves being naked, a little nudie bum. I quickly strip off the ruined onesie and add it to her laundry basket that I intend to do later, changing her diaper too she's soon fresh and clean. I rub her down with more lotion because of the baby wipes I just used and I want her to smell nice.  Scoping her up once she's clean I lie her down in her crib jus to keep her safe. Tossing out the dirty diaper and wipes into the bin in her room I decide to go and check on Haz.

Walking down to our room I notice the radio is on slightly so he's defiantly not in the shower anymore, and I'm proved right when I step into the room and see him swaying his hips in his flamingo decorated underwear and singing into the 'microphone' which is my hairbrush. "Hi honey," I state making him jump.
"Oh hey baby," he states turning around and looking awkward. "Did you catch that?" I nod, "Sadly I did Madonna, not sure she would appreciate you singing her power song into my dirty hairbrush, but I did see it all." He grins at me sheepishly and walks towards me. Leaning down for a kiss that I happily give him. His lips taste of strawberries and I know instantly where my 'lost' lip balm ended up. "Haz, where is my lip balm?" He glances at me and backs away slowly towards the draws, grabbing a black t-shirt, "ah, I have no idea Tay. Is it missing?" I look at him, an amused look most likely on my face. "Nope, pretty sure my husband stole it, but it's okay. No sex for a week should see it returned in ten minutes or less." Harry looks at me in shock as I turn and leave the room.

Returning back to Sera she's actually fallen asleep which is great because it's nearly nap time anyway, I kiss her forehead and turn on her rain machine she loves so much. Leaving the room quietly I sneak a glance to the bedroom and still hear movement so I head downstairs hoping that by tonight my lip balm will be back.

Harry's P.O.V.
I'm freaking out for sure. I hate the feeling of vomit and it's even worse when Sera does it because it's only beast milk, should be fine right? No. It's awful, I have no idea what Taylor has been eating but the milk smells so bad coming back up. I'm thankful Taylor took over, she handles vomit so much better than me, I can handle poop no issue but vomit is Taylor's area.

Standing under the steam of the shower as the water pelts my body I can't help but think about how we got here. I mean we have a baby, a tiny human that is so damned cute but scares me to death. We've been waiting what feels like forever to have her, and we did have to wait to finish tour obligations and Taylor was doing a feature on a movie. But then it took six months for us to conceive and then the waiting game. Thankfully she arrived early and I didn't have to wait any longer but it seemed like years.

Seraphina Anne Styles was born on August 18, 2025. You can imagine how Taylor and I spend New Years Eve... the day I found out Sera was going to exist I was so excited it was my mums birthday and we decided that night that if it was a girl her middle name would be Anne for my mum. The reason is that my mum was instrumental in getting us back together. I smile at the memory, the day she actually whacked sense into me.

It was 2017 and Taylor had been travelling back and forward from the UK for Reputation. She was seeing someone, a guy named Joe, he was a nice guy and he loved her. I remember seeing them in London, we happened to be at the same event but because we had dealt with our breakup already it wasn't a big deal. My mum, Anne was there and she still loved the idea of 'Haylor'. I'd seen mum and Taylor catch up but had avoided getting too close in order to protect her reputation, she had already been dragged through the mud over Tom Hiddleston and I had no intention of doing that to her. We had our attempts at a relationship. But I was young and dumb, I'd mucked her around and she gave up. But that night something changed. I watched her and Joe dance and when I sat with my mum she whacked me and told me I was an idiot and that Taylor deserved better, she basically told me what I already knew.

It fired me up, I waited for their dance to finish then I asked to cut in, Taylor seemed shocked but allowed it. We danced to something old and slow as Joe talked to my mum, as the song drew to an end I pecked Taylor's left hand and looked at her ring finger. "Someday my ring will be on that finger, I will wait forever. When your single again, whether it's by choice or not call me." She looked at me with passion and sadness and I knew it would probably never happen, but I'd tried.

The water continues to fall down my back as I rest my head on the marble wall of the shower, thankfully I'd Ben given a second chance. Joe had fallen in love with Taylor and they had been engaged from 2018 until 2021 when Joe had fallen asleep at the wheel of his car driving to see his parents. He was killed instantly. I had kept my distance until Taylor found me, she found me a year later 2022, I saw the 22 as a sign and flowed with whatever she wanted. But thankfully it was full steam ahead, there were haters, how could there not be so we quit the business and moved to New York. We were here six months and she fell pregnant with Sera.

I smile thinking of it now, how we had it so easy back then, all I had to do was stay but I wasn't ready for her then, sometimes I fear I'm not now but when she teases me for staring too long or kisses me randomly I know that I would wait a thousand years for her. Even now stepping from the shower and our banter as she finds me singing, like a prayer by Madonna. There is teasing, she threatens no sex as a punishment for me taking her lip balm but I know she can't resist me. Sera is just shy of six months old so maybe I should give her back her lip balm so Sera can be a big sister in the next few years.

Taylor runs my world, she's the centre of it. Without her there would be no Seraphina Anne Styles, there would be no Meredith and Olivia in the house downstairs sleeping on the couch, we would not own a beautiful home in London for when we split time between America and the UK and I would not exist the way I do. Taylor is amazing for so many reasons, but as I step into the hallway and notice Sera's door shut I know she's downstairs. Walking into the kitchen I see her preparing dinner for later and I know that without Taylor my life would be black and white, day and night with nothing in between. I love my wife so nothing pleases me more then when I look at her and she motions me to her. I go willingly and she moves to kiss me but pecks me on the cheek and says, "I love you and I think we should start kid number two." I smile and kiss her lips before pulling back, "well we do need to have ten kids and teach them how to dream. So anything for you baby."

- fin