You and Harry go for a wander in New York and have some interesting fan encounters along the way.

You stepped out into the autumn air, the warm sunshine providing some relief from the frosty chill that had started to seep in as the seasons began to change.

Harry grabbed your hand as he slipped past you from holding the door of the lobby of your apartment block. The feeling of his large palm in yours made you smile up at him in quiet happiness. The little things still always made you heart swoon.

You were both currently staying in New York until Christmas. Harry had some stuff to do out here for work; mostly the odd interview and meeting, but he'd managed to get some studio time out here too. Since you adored New York, you'd extended your stay to just enjoy some time together in the magnificent city for a little vacation break before flying back home to the UK for the holidays with your families.

Today you and Harry had decided to have a wander and browse some shops for gifts and the odd treat for yourselves. Autumn was your favourite season, and in New York it was absolutely beautiful; the array of colourful crunchy leaves on the floor, the sun filtering through the trees of Central Park, the smell of hot chocolate and roasted nuts wafting through the air - it was definitely your favourite time of year.

The other thing you loved about being in New York was the people, and how most of the time they paid Harry no attention; being so preoccupied with their own busy lives, they didn't have the time to care if a megastar was walking the streets with his fiancé.

Nevertheless, you both wore the typical dark sunglasses and large coats in an attempt to try and blend in as much as possible.

Over the course of your relationship you'd gotten used to fans stopping Harry for pictures or autographs, and truly didn't mind at all, as that had been you once upon a time - a huge fan of One Direction, so you understood the situation well.

However, sometimes you couldn't help but get that odd twinge of jealousy or protectiveness when fans got a little bit too comfortable around your fiancé, or acted as if you didn't exist and pushed you out of the way. It was only fleeting, and Harry was always so conscious of you in those moments, knowing how new it all still was to you, and because of that you always felt safe and secure whenever you were with him out in public.

Most of the time, you just took a step back and let the fans interact with Harry for the brief moment they got with him. You had him all the time, so you were happy to just watch from the sidelines as he made so many peoples wishes come true. Sometimes, some fans would talk to you as well, and even ask you to get in their picture with Harry. Those were the best moments, as there was a small thrill that came with being recognised like that, and you were just so in awe of those gracious fans who accepted and loved you even though you were in the position countless people wished to be in.

"Whatcha thinking about love?" Harry's slow voice broke you out of your thoughts as you carried on strolling down the sidewalk.

"Just about how lucky I am to have this life with you," you replied softly.

Harry graced you with a beaming dimpled smile, before swooping down to place a gentle kiss to your cheek, before mumbling against your flushed skin, "'M the lucky one darling."

You returned the toothy smile as he straightened up and gripped his hand just a little tighter.

"So where shall we go first?"

"Hm..ooh! Mulberry is over there, you know I can't resist looking inside, and besides, I think Gemma mentioned she had her eye on something in there."

"Sounds good to me, that's one Christmas present sorted," Harry said with a smile, he loved how conscious you were of his family, "I'm glad you said that, you women are so hard to buy for."

You rolled your eyes at that, "So not true, we're easy! It's men who are the tricky ones."

Harry shook his head playfully, chestnut curls bouncing as he did so, "Not me though, buy me something Gucci or brightly patterned and job done." You laughed at that, as it wasn't far from the truth at all.

Before you could respond, a call of your name made you and Harry whip your heads around to find the source, immediately on high alert.

"Damn Y/N! You're even fitter in real life!" The culprit soon revealed itself to be a boy in his late teenage years who had just appeared behind you and Harry. He was joined by a couple of other boys who just sniggered at their friends antics; you assumed it was probably a dare of some sorts.

Unsure what to say since you were at a slight loss for words, you just chuckled embarrassedly, "Um, thank you."

Harry's hand tightened in your grasp and you turned to see his jaw clenched tightly and his plump lips in a firm line as he stared down the boys through his sunglasses. Oh, you thought already sense the cause of Harry's change in demeanour, this could be interesting.

"Aye it's no problem, what do you say about talking a pic? My brother is gonna be so jealous I got to meet your gorgeous self," the boy was very confident, and you couldn't help but find the whole situation rather amusing. For once, it was you getting the attention from the opposite sex, not Harry. The irony was not lost on you.

"Sure," you said smiling brightly, pushing your sunglasses on top of your head. You began to take your hand out of Harry's grasp when he suddenly pulled you into him to whisper in your ear.

"Baby you don't have to, one word and I can get them to leave us alone," his voice was controlled, but you knew him too well to not miss the hint of unabashed jealousy that tainted his tone.

"H, it's okay," you said reassuringly before pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Besides, it's about time you were in my shoes," you finished with a cheeky wink at his now slightly shocked face and parted lips.

"Don't worry Styles, I'll try not to steal your girl," the boy said with a cheeky smirk. His friends all burst out laughing at the choice of his wording and you couldn't help but join in with a giggle at how much Harry was trying to keep his composure.

You leant in quickly for a selfie before bidding the boy and his mates goodbye, them thanking you very politely regardless of their slightly cocky nature. You could hear them whistling and whooping in success as you and Harry carried on walking.

Even though you knew Harry was slightly miffed at what happened, you couldn't help but feel slightly flattered, and also a fair bit glad that Harry now knew what it was like when fans tried to flirt with him as you watched.

Harry stayed silent as you continued to walk, and you found it increasingly entertaining. Trying your best to straighten the little quirk of a smile that played at your lips, you squeezed his hand and nudged his arm with your own to get his attention.

"Everything alright baby?"

"Yes," you could sense the pout on his face without even looking at him.

"Haroldddd," you drew out in a sweet voice, "Is someone a little jealous?"

"No," he responded quickly with a huff, indicating that his answer was, in actual fact, a big fat yes.

Taking a quick sweeping glance around you, and deciding the coast was clear from spying cameras, you swiftly pulled him into a deep alcove along the wall of the sidewalk.

He spluttered at your movements before you quieted him by pressing your lips firmly to his, wasting no time in pushing your tongue into his mouth. You gripped the lapels of his coat and tugged him closer to you, and he moaned into your mouth in response. You smirked into the kiss, swiping your tongue over his bottom lip before pulling away to stare at him.

Harry's cheeks were flushed, his lips glistening and eyes bight and wild as he looked dazedly at you, "What was that for?"

"Just to remind you I'm all yours, that's all," you said, smirking up at him.

His green eyes softened at that, any trace of jealously completely gone, and he reached up to brush your cheek lovingly as he hummed in satisfaction, "Love you."

"Love you too," you shared one final kiss, before taking his hand again and dragging him into Mulberry just across the street.

♥

Harry was in a much better mood after your impromptu heated kiss and your day carried on with no interruptions. You continued to mooch around the countless shops, some designer and some not, and by the afternoon your arms were filled with several bags.

"Well I'd definitely say that was a successful trip," Harry murmured as you made your way back to your apartment.

"Agreed, we got a lot more than I was expecting!"

"Mhm, and let's not forget that little black number that I can't wait to see you in," Harry purred in your ear, making goosebumps arise on your body. You giggled, a pink blush on your cheeks as you swotted his chest playfully.

On the block before your apartment you spied a frozen yogurt stand with a little seating area accompanied by trees and fairy lights, "Ooh, let's get some frozen yogurt, I need some sugar after all this shopping."

Harry looked at you with slight confusion, "Frozen yogurt in autumn?"

"Um yes, frozen delicacies are not just restricted to summer Mr Styles."

He laughed at your response before placing a comforting hand around your waist and guiding you to the cute little spot.

You joined the fairly short queue and glanced up to read the options on the menu above the cart. Harry's phone rang then, and he pulled it out of his pocket to read who was calling, "It's Jeffery, I'll be two secs love."

You smiled and nodded as he wandered away from the queue to get some privacy. And that was when you noticed the small girl, she couldn't have been more than five, in front of you who followed Harry with wide eyes as she clutched her mothers hand.

Her round eyes then fell on you as she craned her neck around to stare intently at you, her blonde curls swishing as she did so, her small lips opened in shock. Maybe she's a fan of Harry's, the thought making you heart warm as an idea popped into your head.

You smiled down at the little girl, and her face lit up in a huge grin as you did so. She began to tug on her mothers sleeve and she leant down so the little girl could whisper in her ear, sending excited glances your way the whole time.

Her mother turned around then and upon spotting you already smiling, she smiled back with a knowing look in her eyes. You took that as a go-ahead to come a little closer in order to speak to the young girl.

Crouching down to her height, you spoke, "Hiya sweet, what's your name?"

"Cleo, and I'm four years old and you're Y/N, Harry Styles f-fiancé," she struggled slightly with the funny word, but her chest puffed out proudly as she finally got to grips with it.

You laughed at her eagerness to show off her knowledge, "What a lovely name Cleo, and yes I am! Would you like to go and meet him?"

Cleo nodded happily, just as Harry joined you and quickly caught wind of your conversation.

He crouched down too then, as you stood up, ready to let him take over, "Hello darling, I'm Harry, and you're Cleo right?"

Cleo nodded in confirmation again.

"Would you like to take a picture?"

Her face scrunched up momentarily and she looked up at you with an unreadable look in her eyes before turning back to Harry, "Harry Styles it is very nice to meet you but can you take a picture of me with Y/N?"

Harry's eyes widened slightly, before they lit up in happiness at the realisation that this young girl was actually a fan of yours. He grinned at her, "Of course I can."

You stared in surprise at what had just transpired, this young girl was actually more excited to meet you than Harry?!

She skipped over to your side then and you quickly broke out of your pleasant shock to bend down again. You opened your arm out for Cleo and she was quick to snuggle into your side, pure excitement written all over her features.

Harry had her mothers phone in hand now, "Okay pretty girls, big smiles!"

The camera clicked a few times as you grinned ear to ear, Cleo shuffling lightly next to you to get her poses in.

"Thank you so much!" She gushed after the photos were taken, "You're so pretty and I want to be just like you when I grow up. Look! I got this purple jumper because I saw you wearing it and it was just so pretty and I begged mummy to get it and she did!" Cleo carried on rambling as your heart felt like it was going to burst in your chest. She used her hands to pull the hem of her jumped out from under her coat. It was the same colour as the lilac jumper that was actually Harry's, but you stole it from time to time.

You swallowed thickly at the lump in your throat from her sweet words, "Wow, it's absolutely beautiful!"

You carried on interacting with the bubbly young girl before her mother got her frozen yogurt and insisted it was time to go home. Cleo pouted at first, but was quick to smile again when Harry promised he would get his management to send over some free merch for the young fan.

After a few big hugs and a wave goodbye, she was skipping off down the street. You could faintly hear her loudly exclaiming how "this was the best day ever!" as they walked away.

You turned to Harry then, tears in your eyes, completely overwhelmed with happiness, "H...I can't believe what just happened."

He grinned at you with pride and something else you couldn't name in his eyes and kissed you once on the lips, "And that's one of the plus sides of fame."

You nodded intently, "She said she wanted to be like me when she grows up! Can you believe that?!"

You continue to gush about what had just happened as you ate your frozen yogurt on the way back to your home, the thought of being an inspiration to such a bright young girl made your heart burst with glee. All the bad experiences with fans and the constant hate suddenly seemed to fade away and not matter, because if there was just one girl out there who held you in such adoration, that was all that mattered.

♥

A few hours later as you sat at your dressing table doing your make-up ready for dinner in the city, clad only in a silk robe, the events of today continued to swirl around in your mind.

Not only had you been recognised once, but twice! The first was amusing and flattering, and you'd enjoyed seeing Harry squirm from his jealously at the situation. But nothing would come close to topping the second; finding out you were an inspiration to Harry's fans was a feeling that would stay with you for a while.

"Let's have a baby."

Harry's husky voice broke you out of your thoughts as you applied some mascara. You whirled around to see him lounging back on the soft pillows of your bed in his underwear, acting as if he'd just said something as casual as the weather forecast, "W-what?" You spluttered.

"I'd like to have a baby."

You turned around fully on your stool then, to face him with an incredulous expression on your face, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. Harry knew being a mum was one of your lifelong dreams, and it was something he had always wanted too, but with his career you didn't think a baby would be happening for a while yet.

"We're not even married yet!" Was the only thought you could decipher from your jumbled brain.

A throaty laugh left Harry's lips then, "It's 2020 petal, I don't think that matters."

You were still unable to form a coherent sentence, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

He rose from the bed in one swift movement and walked towards you with a smirk. You carried on just staring at him with wide eyes as he approached you.

When Harry was stood in front of you, your neck craned up to hold the eye contact, he grasped your cheeks in his soft palms and leant down to place his lips to your awaiting ones. It was slow and sensual as his hands glided down your body to rest on the stool either side of your thighs. Leaving your lips, Harry then began to trail more open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, before carving a path down your neck.

A fire was starting to ignite in your belly as he languidly trailed his pointer finger up the side of your body to push the silk fabric of your robe away to reveal your shoulder, which was now covered in goosebumps. Harry carried on placing kisses along your shoulder and you sucked in a sharp breath when the fabric slid down even more to reveal your breast.

Before he could continue you, rather unwillingly, stopped him, "Harry wait...were you being serious? You want to have a baby?"

He pulled back and looked at you with so much lust and love you heart fluttered in your chest, before pushing your knees apart to kneel in-between your legs, "I just...seeing you today with Cleo was incredible, you were so amazing and natural with her and I had this image, it was like a flash forward into my future, of you with our own little Cleo and I've never wanted something so badly -"

You cut him off by gripping his neck and pulling his lips up to yours again. If he had carried on rambling you would've started crying tears of joy.

After a quick powerful kiss you pulled away, "Yes, a million times yes Harry," his gorgeous face split into one of the biggest smiles you'd ever seen, emerald eyes shining with happiness, "But I have to get off my pill first and there's so much to -"

Copying your move from earlier, he cut you off with his own kiss this time, one hand on your cheek and the other on your neck, fingers curling tightly into your hair. When you broke apart again he spoke with a smile, "We can worry about that later...for now let's do some baby-making!"

And with that he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you up. You squealed in delight and wrapped your arms and legs around his half-naked body, as you both stared at each other with so much love and adoration, the prospect of starting your family shining bright out of both of you.

omg so much FLUFF who even am I

this one was fun to write ngl and I finished it on the plane home from my travels lol it has been edited and checked but if there's some spelling mistake thats probs why my bad

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