Harry Styles One Shots.
These are one shots I have found on tumblr.
All credit goes to the writers of which I name at the end of every chapter. If any original writers of these one shots would like me to remove them, please let me know.
description: Harry comes home after a long, tiring day of promo and Y/N takes care of him (sub!harry and soft dom!y/n)
word count: 2.3k
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Y/N has been curled up on the couch with a book since she got home from work about an hour ago. She doesn't expect Harry to be home for a while. He has been insanely busy lately with a schedule packed full of TV appearances and radio interviews, all to promote his new single. So, Y/N has been coming back to an empty house most evenings, but she doesn't mind having some time to herself. It's given her a chance to read this book she started ages ago but never got around to finishing.
As she settled into the couch earlier, her phone buzzed with a text from Harry saying that his manager and a few others on his team were insisting on taking him out to dinner to celebrate the success of his single. He sweetly added that he would head straight home after, but she told him not to worry about that and to have fun celebrating because he deserves it.
Later that night, she's still lying on the couch under her cozy blanket, immersed in her novel, when she hears the front door open. She listens to the floorboards creak from Harry's footsteps as he wanders around the big house, searching for her like a lost puppy.
"Y/N?" he calls out.
"In here!" she shouts back.
He soon appears in the doorway. Y/N looks up from her book, smiling warmly at him.
"Hey, bub. How was your day?"
"It was fine," he mumbles.
She registers the exhaustion on his face as he approaches her. The dark circles under his eyes have become more prominent since they kissed each other goodbye this morning. Once he reaches the couch, Y/N shifts over to give him room to lie down next to her, but instead, he plops down right on top of her with his head on her chest and one leg draped across her body. He wraps his arm around her and settles in before releasing a heavy sigh.
Y/N looks down at him and giggles. "Tired?"
He nods against her chest. "Mhmm."
"Poor baby." She tangles her fingers into his hair, gently running her fingernails over his scalp because that always seems to relax him. "When did you come to bed last night? I remember you getting into bed, but I don't remember what time it was."
He inhales deeply and hesitates before answering. "Um, I think it was... about two a.m.?"
"Two a.m.?! When you knew you had to be up at six?" She tuts and shakes her head. "No wonder you're so tired. What were you doing up so late anyway? Don't tell me you were watching that show."
