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Bunny's Love on Tour, Literally

Las Vegas, Nevada.

Harry Styles’ Love on Tour, Opening Night.

As Harry Styles’ stylist, it is Sophia’s job to make sure that every single outfit for every single show is being made to her client’s liking and under the scope of what their chosen fashion brand can make. Gucci has always had an amazing relationship with Harry so it wasn’t difficult to meet with Alessandro and the entire Gucci team when Harry and Sophia were conceptualizing each look for the tour with them.

Granted that all looks were to his liking and made possible by Gucci, it is then Sophia’s job that every single look for every single concert is ready a week before the tour is set to begin. This allows her time to fit and check the outfits on her client and make alterations that are needed without the added stress of the time ticking down to showtime.

In Sophia’s opinion, these are the easiest tasks she can have in her life. What’s actually difficult is being the spouse of said client, now that’s a whole lotta different kind of crazy.

As Harry Styles’ wife, she has to endure every stage of planning a successful and safe tour with her husband, feeling the joy and stress that comes with it. It is her job to make sure that Harry is taking care of himself and allotting time with his family and friends who won't be able to see him that much in the next coming months. At the same time, it’s also ingrained in her being to give a tremendous amount of affection to her husband, always there to support him in everything he wants to achieve. However, it’s also in her power to reprimand said husband when he’s being stubborn and a real pain in the arse for no good reason.

That latter one is her current job description at the moment.

Harry and her were having a lovely evening in the cozy confines of their Malibu home. Sharing a big bowl of pasta, Sophia compliments the fresh pasta sauce that Harry got for them when he went to the farmer’s market on the weekend. This prompted her husband to propose a plan of visiting a market in Vegas once they’ve arrived and settled, saying that they had a few free days before show day. That made Sophia remember to discuss the certain changes in her schedule, thinking that Harry would understand why she won’t be able to do that farmer’s market morning with him as she needs to finish a few more things here in LA for her other clients before she jets-off to tour with him around the US.

Basically, Harry did not like the idea of her flying after him, stating things about the dangers it can cause to her safety. To be honest, he really is being a drama queen because what ‘dangers’ is her husband talking about? Harry has always been on the top of his security game, which is what Sophia replies to his concerns.

But Harry remains stubbornly unphased by her reasoning, choosing to make her job as his stylist as his next point of argument as if they just didn’t spend the rest of their day finalizing every detail needed to be fixed on his clothes. Plus, he’s just going to be wearing a vest for the first night, how can he be able to fucking rip that in rehersal, or something?

“Bunny,” Sophia calls for him in a ‘trying to keep my fucking calm’ manner. “Glenne already agreed to accompany me when I fly to Nevada the two days after you do, I won’t be completely alone. Plus security would be there in the first place. You know that it’s also killing me that I can’t fly with you to see the final preparations for the venue, your final rehearsal, and even witness the first-hand initial reaction of your fans once they see this tours’ merchline. I just have a lot of shit to finish with my team here, you’re not the only celebrity I’m styling, baby.”

Harry’s eyebrows just seem to furrow deeper in annoyance, “Isn’t that the reason why you have a team here in LA that you’ve trained so well?”

“I do have a team here, and they are competent enough to shoulder and head my other clients while I’m away on tour with you. But that doesn’t mean we’ve already fixed and efficiently planned down to the details in the next months that I’m gone.”

“Well maybe you should have told me in advance that you need more extra time here before I finalized my departure to Vegas, now it’s all to shit.”

Harry storms off to their living room, leaving Sophia in their kitchen counter definitely not pleased at her husband’s unwarranted stubborn outburst.

She lets him cool-off a bit by himself, giving her time to really think about the cause of Harry’s adamant dislike of her plan. Sophia knows that it’s more than just fears about her safety, and the well-being of his clothes, nor the free time they can’t spend together anymore. She knows her bunny, and he’s not one to get unreasonably snappy and irritated for no reason.

It takes Sophia a whole block of the baked brownies that Harry also got from the farmer’s market (she’s not one to neglect her dessert regardless if she’s having a disagreement with her husband) before the answer came to her so clearly.

Sophia finds Harry sitting on the single swivel chair in their living room, his focus centered at the television playing a season three episode of Hannah Montana; their latest obsession this summer since they’re living in Malibu like that in the show.

She pops her bum on the long couch, trying to catch his attention without verbally calling him. That thought quickly goes down the drain when it receives not even a flinch from Harry, so Sophia thinks the latter is the only way.

“Didn’t we watch this one already?” She asks conversationally, wanting the tense atmosphere to fade. “Can you please change it to a new episode?”

Harry decides to ignore her, much to her chagrin. So she prods him further.

“The remote is on your lap, H. I would think you’d rather do it yourself than me coming near you.” She tries the route of sarcasm this time.

“Whatever.”

Instead of acknowledging her request, Harry forcefully slides the remote on the coffee table to her direction, still keen on keeping his stubborn act against her.

Sophia rolls her eyes at his action, “Bunny,” addressing him in a soft but stern way which indicates that she doesn’t want to fight with him anymore, but she’s also not going to let him continue his unreasonable act.

Harry sighs exasperatedly, “What? I’m minding my own peace here, away from you, and now you’re here ruining that.”

“I’m not ruining anything, if that’s what you think this is then I’m here ‘ruining’ your alone time cause I want to fix whatever problem we’re having here.”

“Good luck with that then, cause nothing’s going to be fixed unless you decide to follow our initial plan of flying out together with the team to Vegas.”

Sophia sighs this time, more out of tiredness than being really angry at her husband’s current difficult attitude.

She stands up from her seat on their couch, walking the short way to Harry’s seat and straddles his left thigh to position herself on his lap. Her arms wrapped around the back of his neck, face finding its way there too as she hugs him to her.

Sophia knows her husband in every surface and crevices, knows that even when they’re in argument, Harry will not and cannot ignore her blatant affection especially a cuddle. It brings a small smile of victory on her face when she feels Harry’s arms wrapping themselves around her body like a knee-jerk reaction.

“I know you’re not being unreasonably stubborn and mean right now because of all the things you’ve been saying earlier,” Sophia softly says, her warm breath hitting the skin of Harry’s neck.

“I get that you’re worried about my safety, love it even that you appreciate me that much.”

“It’s my job,” Harry replies just in the safe soft tone, “I’m your husband; it’s one of my main priorities in life, if not the most important one.”

“Yes bunny, I know that, can feel your love and attention all the time,” Sophia places a small peck on his jaw in acknowledgement and gratitude at his words. If she was to rate Harry’s job of being a husband, it would only be of stellar remarks without a doubt.

“But, as your wife, it’s also my job to worry about you especially when I know that you’re worried about something that you’re not telling me. Don’t think you can fool me that easily.”

Harry reacts instantly, a sharp in-take of breath moves his chest that Sophia feels from her position on top of him.

He remains quiet so Sophia takes it upon herself to start the flow of the conversation for Harry to slowly open-up to her.

“Bunny, you remember what I always tell you whenever you’re feeling worried about me or about us, the thing I say that always comforts the both of us?”

Harry looks at her solemnly, his eyes on her always feel like he’s directly looking at her soul regarding her so wholeheartedly, “That we’re always in this together; your safety is my safety, your comfort is my comfort, so whatever worries me or you, we’ll always fix it together cause our love is one.”

Sophia smiles softly, closing the small gap between them in a slow kiss, Harry rubbing the tip of his nose affectionately with hers.

“Yes bunny, our love is one.” Sophia repeats kindly, “And because of that, I know that your worries about our current situation runs deeper than you’ve told me earlier in your angry exchange.”

Harry’s face simultaneously contorts to that of a frown of concern, “Sorry, Sunflower. Didn’t mean to be angry with you, just got lost in my worries. Not meant to be unkind to you, my love.”

Sophia pecks his pink pouty lips again, trying to stop the smile threatening to break on her face. She finds it so endearing that Harry instantly apologizes whenever she straight-out tells him he was being angry with her for something; not settling well with him that he was being unkind to her in any way.

“I know bunny, I know, don’t worry alright? And thank you for your apology, baby.” Sophia assures him, her hands finding the growing curls at the back of his head to twirls it on her fingers in a soothing manner.

She doesn’t want to prompt Harry any further, knowing that he won’t open up more if she doesn’t let him take his time. As his wife, she already knows that her husband would soon tell her what’s really wrong after she’s reminded him about the foundation of their relationship. Harry just likes to take his time to gather the right words, after all a musician like himself loves to take his time to explore and respect words when creating amazing, earth-altering music.

When Sophia thinks he’s ready to divulge his deep worries, Harry tightens his hold around her body and situates his lips directly on her ear, kissing it softly and inhaling her comforting scent before speaking.

“This tour just means so much to me. Have been working for ages trying to perfect everything cause the fans deserve nothing but the best for being so kind and patient when everything was rescheduled. At the same time, it’s our first tour together where you’d be there as my stylist the whole time, and that makes me want everything to be much more perfect because my wife’s well-being is now in the equation. I guess the stress of wanting everything to be just immaculately perfectly, is messing with my head. You know that I trust you so much, Sunflower, rationally I know your safety would be ensured a hundred percent since the guys know I’d literally strangle them myself if something happens to you when I’m away. I also know that you’re a responsible woman, who knows when and how to protect herself and you’re not one to do stupid shit or get into stupid situations like your husband.”

Harry’s joking words provide a pause in their rather serious conversation, the two sharing a giggle and a kiss at how true yet unfortunate his words are.

“So, I don’t know, it’s like..it just scares me that you changing the plan by not flying with us makes me think that something’s going to go wrong cause we’re derailing some part of the intricately perfect plan. And I know that sounds stupid and highly irrational, but I can’t help but get scared baby that something abou the concert will just not go as planned, like you not being able to attend the first show because of a late flight or something here in LA stops you from going, which is the biggest and worst fucking nightmare I can think about that can go wrong.”

Bingo, Sophia thinks to herself. She had the biggest hunch that this was the kind of fear her husband was having, her intuition telling her that it’s mostly not about her, but the external instances that can concern her that Harry has zero control over.

“Thank you for telling me, bunny.” Sophia coles on his ear before getting a good look of his flushed face. “So proud of you for being so open about your worries with me, always down to communicate with your wife.”

Harry gives her a small wry grin, “Only for you; only going to push myself to be more vulnerable and communicate for you, Sunflower.”

“Me too, because I love you and that’s what we do when you love someone.”

Sophia presses a kiss to his cheek, small hands cradling his face so she’s sure that the next words that are about to come out from her mouth will truly be registered in Harry’s soul and entire being.

“Harry Styles, you really are a fucking stupid fool if you think I’d allow anything to come my way and prevent me from watching your opening night. Heck, I would strangle with my bare hands if that happens, ‘treating people with kindness’ be damned!”

A startling laugh erupts from Harry, his laugh so infectious that even Sophia begins to laugh hard with him, forgetting for a moment the depth of the words she wants to say next.

“Did you seriously just call me a ‘fucking stupid fool?’” Harry asks in disbelief, “Not only did you just curse at me, but you called me stupid, and you decide that’s not enough so you also referred to me as a fool! You are one harsh spouse, Sunflower.”

Sophia just smiles at him all cutely in return, “Married me for a reason, yeah?”

That just makes Harry laugh even more, nodding his head too in agreeance with an undeniable smile on his face, “That I did, married you for the right fucking reason.”

His wife kisses that big smile off his face so hotly, bottom lip nipped and sucked to her satisfaction, leaving Harry breathless and defenseless to her cunning ministrations.

An instinctual groan leaves from Harry’s chest when Sophia leaves his lips with a popping sound, “No groaning, bunny. Can’t distract me with your dimples and sexiness.”

Harry bites his bottom lip, eyes hazy green, already distracted from his wife’s kisses. To be honest he thinks that her kisses are already enough comfort to his irrational concert fears, a few more of those (and maybe he can return some too, not on her lips though) and he would completely forget why he was worried in the first place.

But Harry knows his wife, knows that it’s important for her to resolve things with reason and not solely rely on the reprieve that sexual acts can provide. So he lets her be, squeezes the dimples on her back to encourage her to continue.

Sophia returns her hold on his face, thumb slowly stroking his cheek, “Aside from those adjectives, I also wanted to say in all seriousness, that you should stop fearing something that won’t ever happen. I’m not going to miss your concert, bunny. I know that there’s a lot of factors that are out of our control, but for something that extreme to happen, a lot more than those external factors are going to be needed to be able to stop me from coming. Bunny, again, I’m not going to miss your concert, promise.”

And that was that. Harry’s fears are thrown out the window, the comfort of his wife’s words consistently work like the most powerful magic.

***

The two days away from Harry were certainly easier than what Sophia perceived it would be after dropping him in the private lounge at the airport for his private plane ride to Vegas.

Obviously, Harry didn’t allow her to just ‘drop’ him there, he certainly made that clear by guiding them straight to the couches at the private lounge, nodding his head at the greetings from his team and making her sit down on the seat and then for him to plop his bum on her lap. Totally preventing her from leaving, really.

Sophia spent the rest of the time with Harry on her lap waiting until his boarding time. She converses with his team, Jeff even reminding her about the nail salon trip that he booked for Glenne and her. Sophia tries her best to acknowledge and reply to the conversation from Harry’s team, but the man himself is really testing her abilities by doing everything to make sure that all of her attention is all on him.

His hands finding their way to massage her hair, not one to deny amazing head scratches like her husband.

His lips landing random kisses on her face, his affection something she just can’t deny (and return) from her husband.

His nose rubbing around her temple, neck, and jaw, their scents always comforting one another so she gets distracted and returns the sentiments breathing-in his scrumptious scent that she would surely miss.

And then there’s his words, whispering softly to her ear about sweet promises (or sexual, the man likes to be inclusive with his promises), and how much he’s going to miss her and for her to expect his constant text messages throughout the next 48 hours or so.

Sophia really just let him be, indulging him on his antics to get her attention just to appease his mind and soul.

By the time boarding was called, that’s when her husband decided it’s a good idea to start the waterworks. Not only did his hold on her tighten, but Harry’s tears also soaked the shoulder of her top. He’s really not one for farewell, especially when Sophia’s the one he’s forced to part with.

Usually, when one of them is crying, the other is mostly trying to keep their calm to not further escalate the situation. At that moment, Sophia tried her hardest not to shed any tears as she coos comforting words of love in Harry’s ear, constantly kissing the side of his face while telling him how much she adores him and he should be on his best behavior in Vegas even without her.

Harry only cries harder, surprising Sophia at the sudden sob that erupts from him. Her level of concern is slowly rising with this very extreme reaction coming from her husband, not really his usual response when they’re going to leave each other for only two days.

Before she can voice her concerns, Jeff interrupts their moment, saying his apologies for doing so but informs them that they really had to go board and everyone is just really waiting for him.

That seems to catch Harry’s attention, placing one last deep kiss on Sophia’s lips and another ‘I love you, I’ll miss you.’ was rushed out from him. Their last exchange happened so quickly that the next thing Sophia knows, Harry and Jeff have boarded the private plane and her husband leaves a quick message to her phone before they take-off.

🐰 Husband 🐰: Don’t worry about my sobbing from earlier, Sunflower. Your scent just made me really emotional, or I’m about to get my period or something, I really don’t know. But I’m alright, my love, don’t worry. I’ll message again when we land. I love you 💖

So that settled Sophia’s emotions, even making her laugh at his joke about getting his period, like who says that? Apparently a man-baby like Harry Styles.

After that airport situation, everything else was sailing smoothly.

Harry messaged her upon his arrival at the MSG hotel in Vegas, sending a picture of the view from his penthouse room. Sophia returns the sentiment by sending a view from one of their favorite cafes in LA, her late lunch of tuna pie with a side of baked potatoes and a mango smoothie visible on the picture surely made Harry wish he was there eating with her.

The same interaction between the two continued in their two days apart, both of them making sure not to message all-throughout the day as it defeats the purpose of Sophia staying in LA for a bit more to finish much needed planning and scheduling with her team. At the same time, his wife also understood not to bombard his phone with messages for it would hinder Harry from doing the final touches for his first night on tour.

Though as promised by her husband, Harry sends videos and pictures of the moments that Sophia was very sour about missing.

Harry sends a 360 degree picture of the entire arena after the stage was set up for his liking. Even proceeded to do a stage and backstage tour video with him as the presenter. Mitch’s protests of being held captive as his videographer were present at the audio, as well as Jeff’s and Anthony’s cheeky comments here and there about Harry’s very ‘obedient behavior’ while she’s away and she would surely be proud of her boy because he wasn’t acting-up like a baby for missing her. All of that plus the occasional tidbits that Harry shares about the venue that he knew she would like, made Sophia feeling pretty happy.

For Harry’s final full run-through of his concert, Sophia was blessed with a picture of her husband in nothing but a pair of fucking banana-printed boxers standing proudly at the center of the stage with his arms wide open. The ever-nudist that he is, sent Sophia various videos of his rehearsal, singing his heart out without a care in the world of his lack of clothing. The cheeky little thing even sent a video of him twerking in front of an undeniably uncomfortable Mitch, Sarah only laughing wildly at her boyfriend’s unfortunate situation while playing the drums. The entire thing made Sophia laugh at random moments of the day upon remembering the things Harry sent.

Upon her husband’s supposed plan for them, Harry did find a farmer’s market during his free time in Vegas. Sophia was bombarded with pictures of his visit there, seemingly stopping at every stall based on the amount of selfies he took (with his iconic peace sign) while holding or showcasing the most random thing. It’s either a video of him taste-testing various kinds of cheese, local homemade chocolate that he knew she would have loved, attaching random colorful clips on his curls, or a picture of his hand holding a matching, hot pink thong and boxers with the words, ‘Baby, wanna get hitched in Vegas?’ glitter-embossed in the crotch area. Obviously, Sophia was appalled by this scandalous purchase but Harry only replied to her messages of concern with the following words: ‘I think a proposal only asks for either a yes or a no as an answer, don’t you think so, Sunflower?’ Well she sure is thankful that they’re married already, really.

When the new merch for tour went live, Sophia was in the middle of a meeting with Alessandro Michelle and Miley Cyrus for the latter’s custom Gucci outfits for her upcoming music festival performances. The two smile knowingly upon seeing the creeping school-girl smile on Sophia’s face (the one they’ve associated with the two disgustingly in-love spouses whenever they’re with them) as she looks at the caller id of her ringing phone placed on top of the table.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Miley laughs, motioning to her phone, “Answer the call before Harry combusts out of his undying love for you or something.”

“Yeah, poor boy pining all the way from Vegas.” Alessandro jests further.

Sophia flips them off laughingly, not even bothering to excuse herself from the room and answers the non-stop ringing phone. The first thing she saw upon answering the FaceTime call is Harry’s smiling face, the mischievousness glinted in his green eyes should have alerted Sophia that her husband was probably up to no good.

The next thing she sees is a full body mirror shot of a nude Harry, literally down to nothing but his birthday suit! Sophia wasn’t expecting such an atrocity on a Friday afternoon so the obvious reaction (which she should not be blamed for) is to actually scream her lungs-off.

Both Alessandro and Miley look at her in alarm, while Sophia screeches at her phone.

“HARRY! WHAT THE FUCK, BUNNY?! I’M IN A MEETING!”

Harry curses and stumbles to get under the covers of his hotel bed as if his wife and the people she’s in a meeting with can actually see his naked glory all the way from Vegas.

“What did he do?” Miley asked amusedly, sitting down beside Sophia to look while Alessandro hovers over the two.

Sophia laughs, seeing the morbid look Harry is giving upon seeing the other two faces, now safely covered with the hotel sheets up to his chin. She puts the call on speaker cause might as well, everyone’s already invested in what just occurred.

“Bunny,” Sophia giggles, “Mind telling my guests what you did to cause my earlier shock?”

Harry groans, face-palming himself, “Shit, are you really going to make me do this? Sunflower, this is going to be embarrassing for me.”

“Well you should have thought about that before basking me with all your nakedness on a sunny, Friday afternoon.”

Miley and Alessandro bursted out in rambunctious laughter, Sophia smirks triumphantly as Harry’s groan got louder and began to flip his friends off.

“No FaceTime sex during work hours, Harry!” Miley jokes.

“Wasn’t going to have phone sex, jesus!” Harry defends himself, flipping Alessandro off again when the latter does a crude gesture with his hands, as if jerking-off.

“Bunny, just tell us what’s going on here before we get into more nasty assumptions.”

Harry chuckles, pointing his finger at them, “Yeah, that’s correct, you guys are nasty! Seems to have your heads under the gutter or something.”

“You’re the one who called your wife, apparently butt-ass naked, during a meeting” Miley points out, “So I don’t really know if we’re to blame here, cause you seem to be the one to have other, clearly, sexual intentions.”

“Again,” Harry laughs, “I wasn’t going to have mediocre sex with my wife during works hours, alright? She deserves better than that, like all night loving or something.”

Miley and Alessandro whooped and whistled at that, Sophia’s cheeks pinking because of the implication of his words.

“Okaaayyy… let’s get out to the topic of sex, hm? So what’s the purpose of your call again, baby?” Sophia prompts as Harry gives her a knowing look, knows that his wife is very private about their sex life, much more than he is really.

“My new Love on Tour merch just went live, so I was just going to stop-by and give you an exclusive try-on haul just for you, my lovely wife. But looks like I called during the wrong time?”

“That you did.” Sophia agrees, smiling fondly now that she knew the intention of his call.

“Awww,” Miley coos, “That’s so sweet! Like something out of every ladies’ dreams!”

“I hope my customized Gucci suits for you have also received the same honor of an ‘exclusive try-on haul’” Alessandro smirks jokingly.

Harry snorts, “She’s my stylist, Lallo. Obviously, try-on hauls of your suits are normal occasions in our relationship. You should be honored with the amount of loving I get after she sees me in them, if you know what I mean.” Harry wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

That was the point Sophia takes in the reins, and kindly asks her husband to call again later when her meeting was over. Sadly, Harry had a dinner meeting during her free time so instead of an ‘exclusive try-on haul’ video call, Sophia’s phone was flooded with pictures of Harry adorned in his new merch line.

Sophia fonds over the pictures, not immune to her husband’s good looks especially in his most natural and disheveled look with his lovely curly locks poking out of his ‘Harry is my friend’ hat. That, is definitely Sophia’s favorite from all the things he just released, the tote bag being the second.

What really warmed her heart is the last item Harry sent her.

A picture of his pouting face, wearing the similar hat she adores. What catches her eyes and makes her stop, is the words embroidered on it: ‘Harry is my hubby bunny’

So yeah, she thinks their time apart could have been worse. Now she’s just ready to adore and support her husband at this new milestone he’s about to approach.

***

Sophia arrives in the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Vegas at exactly one hour before showtime.

Wearing her custom black Gucci lace corset top, tight leather trousers and shiny black pointy pumps, Sophia gets escorted out of her ride and into the backstage entrance with the security team Harry hired for her. And as she walks in the twists and turns of the backstage, she hears and feels the excited fans just on the other side of where she is.

She knows her husband is in near proximity when she hears his laugh above everyone else's. Sophia assumes they’re all in the common area, shaking her head already knowing that Harry’s still probably in just his boxers at only an hour before the first night of his tour.

And her assumptions were verified as she reached the common area. Harry’s entire band are scattered around the couches already in their custom Gucci outfits for the show unlike her husband, who’s currently sitting on the middle of the floor in just his boxers. Not just any boxers though, it’s the exact hot pink one that he bought in the farmers market.

“SUNFLOWER! YOU MADE IT!”

Harry stands up, stretching his arms wide-open for a hug. His smile is so radiantly big that Sophia decides to say her comment about his current attire later and lets herself melt in his hug. Both of them exhale a sigh of relief, finding instant comfort in being wrapped in each other’s arms once again.

“I missed you, baby.” Harry whispers, giving a loving kiss on her temple.

Sophia puckers her lips for a kiss, Harry bends down a bit to do so, and the two instantly smile at the first contact.

“I missed you too, my bunny.” Sophia says after separating their lips, arms still wrapped around each other in the middle of the room. “But I can’t believe what you’re wearing right now. The audacity, H. In front of your bandmates, really?”

Harry feigns a gasp of shock, letting go of their hug and gestures to his crotch.

“This? Is a piece of art, Sunflower. If someone had proposed to me while wearing this, I would have said yes without any hesitation.”

Sophia, along with everyone else present in the room, laugh at his earnest ridiculousness.

“He says it’s he’s new lucky pants for every show.” Mitch informs Sophia, standing up to greet her. Everyone follows suit to greet her now that she has reacquainted with Harry already.

“Now you can’t be serious?” Sophia says, incredulously eyeing her husband who’s now back to sitting on the floor.

Sophia’s in tight leather trousers, so she ignores the pout Harry gives her when he pats the space on the floor in between his parted legs for her to sit on. Instead, she sits down beside Sarah and Mitch on the couch.

“Well I don’t think you’d wear the matching thong I got you so I might as well make use of that while this one is in the laundry.”

Sophia laughs with the others, but she’s not a hundred percent doubtful about his comment because her husband might be a jokester, but he’s also ridiculous and bold and does what he wants as long as it hurts no one.

She lets Harry lean his back on the couch where she’s seated while still sitting on the floor, hands finding hers to interlock with one another resting on his shoulder.

“Bunny, I have to get you dressed-up and ready in five minutes time, alright? Why didn’t you follow your bandmates’ responsible steps and also got ready earlier? I’m sure Jeff or Glenne could have helped you since she arrived earlier than me.”

Harry shakes his head, “Didn’t wanna. Wanted my wife to get me ready for opening night, Sunflower.”

The boys, Mitch, Niji, and Pauli all say resounding ‘boos’ at Harry’s apparent sappiness and sweet talking. While the girls, Sarah, Erin, and NyOh, giggle and coo. Sophia just brings her other hand not held by her husband to his curly locks and gives it a little scratch, acknowledging his words.

Sophia begins to catch-up with Harry’s friends, getting more tid-bits of the happening in Vegas that she has missed, Mitch not failing to mention the torment her husband had given him upon her absence and constant attention. To her surprise, it was Harry who signals her that his five minutes is up by giving the back of her hand a soft kiss.

She says her wishes for a smashing show for the others as Harry slowly leads her to his dressing room. The moment the door is closed, Harry quickly leads her to the couch in his dressing room and arranges them so that she’s comfortably straddling his lap as he tightly wraps his arms around her before they start kissing hotly.

Kissing, suckling, bitting, is the passionate routine that their lips followed for the next following minutes, the two spouses seemingly forgetting about the ticking-time until the concert. Thankfully, Sophia wakes-up from her rose-tinted haze when Harry squeezes both cheeks of her arse.

Sophia reaches behind her and wraps her hands on his wrists, “Off-limits until after showtime.”

Her teasing earns a frustrated groan from Harry, whining when Sophia leaves one last deep kiss to his red-bitten lips and goes straight to the vanity to fix her appearance. She looks back at her husband, raising an eyebrow in question at his relaxed state.

“Better get your butt off from that couch cause I don’t think Vegas will sing itself.”

“Should have told me that before you snogged my soul out of my body.”

Sophia laughs at Harry who’s now walking to his ensuite bathroom to freshen-up.

“Excuse you, you’re the one who man-handled me on your lap in the first place. I had good intentions when we went here, you’re the one who has an ulterior motive to snog wildy.”

“I fucking missed my wife, can you blame me?”

“Nope, cause I did too, miss my husband that is. But, I’d like to set some boundaries, bunny.”

Sophia props herself up on the vanity table, Harry making his way to stand between her parted legs. He bends down to rub his nose against hers in pure, instinctual affection.

“So far that boundaries,” Sophia begins, “Because I’m your stylist now for tour, I think it’s best that when it comes to work time, you shouldn’t distract me with your words and affection as your wife. I mean, everything’s mostly going to be the same, I just want more professionalism when I’m going to get you glammed and ready for your show.”

“And professionalism entails…” Harry trails-off in a question.

“Like just, more putting on clothes than unbotting them. More straightening outfits you're wearing than feeling each other up.”

Harry laughs heartily at that, “Sunflower, I’m afraid that you’re the only one here who actually feels me up. You’re the stylist who dresses me, not the other way around.”

“Excuse you!” Sophia giggles at the accusation, “You’re the one who had their hands on my arse earlier.”

“That’s only a slip from my immaculate conduct because I was missing you. Otherwise, I have outstanding marks.”

Sophia pushes Harry’s smirking face to the side jokingly, “I’d only believe that once you show me. More moving, less talking, bunny.”

Before Harry follows her instructions like the dutiful husband that he is, he cradles Sophia’s face on his hands tenderly.

“Joking aside,” he says, “I agree with these boundaries for work. I just want everything to be perfect this tour, might that be for you, me, the team, or the fans. Whatever would help that happen, I’m all in for.”

“Okay, that’s good to hear.” Sophia smiles, turning her face to kiss his thumb.

“Just promise me no full deprivation of kisses and cuddles.”

Sophia smirks at his pleading face, as if she can deny him that.

“I promise, my bunny. You can still get some of my kissies and huggies.”

“I better.”

***

In no time, Sophia has got Harry dressed in his pink trousers and sparkling pink-fringe vest. She remembers Harry’s earnest insitince for this specific look for his opening night, not opting for nothing less than extravagant and flashy.

“Haven’t performed in a long time,” Harry says as Sophia and her assistant fix any tangled fringe on his vest, “I think this outfit would do good for my depleting narcissist fuel.”

Sophia snorts, pinching his arm earning a squawk from her husband, “You already have enough of that, mister popstar-rockstar hybrid.”

“Sunflower, narcissists 101 would tell you that it’s never going to be enough.”

“Whatever, H.” Sophia dismisses with a good natured eye-roll, “Too bad this is the only one of this kind for tour.”

“Speaking about that, do you think we can change some of the looks to more of these kinds?”

That sets-off another round of conversation between the two, Sophia shutting his idea quickly because it’s just irrational and undoable when they already have everything set outfit-wise. Harry couldn't defend his argument any further as Jeff notifies them that he has to get his mics and ear-ins in just a few minutes' time.

Hand-in-hand, the spouses make their way quietly around the backstage. Upon reaching their destination, Sophia watches her husband get his mic pack and ear-ins fitted, smiling at the camera that Anthony has pointed at them. She won’t be surprised by how many pictures of her this tour alone will garner until the end.

After Harry’s gotten prepared, he comes back to sling an arm around Sophia’s shoulders to pull her close to his side. Sophia wraps her arms around his body in return, squishing her face on the side of his bare chest giving it a small kiss.

“I love you,” she mouths to him, knowing he can’t hear her because of his in-ears and the screaming of the fans.

Harry smiles, dimples popping, “I love you too, Sunflower. Very happy that you’re here.” he says before giving her a sweet kiss on her nose, cheeks, lips, and forehead.

Sophia can’t agree with her husband any better; she’s fucking happy being right here beside him too.

***

Together with Glenne, Jeff, and their security, Sophia made their way to the barricaded area at the opening of the backstage where they will be standing at all-night for Harry’s concert. At first, Harry didn’t like the idea of her not staying at the private box at the top of the arena but Sophia had relented everytime he worried about her comfortability saying that she’d rather be standing all-night long to watch Harry in a much nearer area rather than being on the private box which is so far away from him that he looks just like a tiny spec from up there.

The audience was wild, Harry hadn't even arrived at the stage yet and Sophia already saw dozens of camera flashing, fan signs raised up in the air, and dozens upon dozens of varied voices singing Harry’s songs as if their voices won’t be horsed later while singing it back to the man himself. Sophia can’t help but feel a sense of gratitude and appreciation for the genuine undying support Harry’s fans have. It truly means the world to her that they are able to see the talent and kindness in him which is all she truly wants as it makes Harry so happy, and nothing can compare to seeing the love of your life shine so bright with happiness.

It’s a testament to the fans’ modesty and self-restraint that they didn’t climb over the barriers when Harry finally came out of the stage for Golden. If Sophia was in the same boat and didn’t happen to be married to the rockstar, surely she would have hauled herself upwards to party with Harry on-stage, security and her dignity be damned.

But thankfully that wasn’t the case, and nothing of that kind of chaos ensued as Harry pranced around the stage giddily, singing his heart out together with his fans as if they hadn't sung this song a million times already before tonight. Harry for one, usually plays the album in their home, singing along to it with Sophia whilst they're in the kitchen cooking, working-out at their home gym, or when they just want some white noise while they cuddle on the couch and relax. Sophia’s sure the fans have done the same, have probably obsessed over the songs more than them if the way they’re shouting the lyrics back at Harry more enthusiastically than the singer himself can be any indication.

In Sophia’s unbiased opinion, nobody should be left just standing, or god forbid sitting down in any of Harry’s concerts. Everybody should be fucking dancing their assess-off without a care in the world! So Sophia does that, dances herself to every song her husband is singing like it’s the first time she’s hearing it all over again. Glenne and her even drag Jeff in their little dance party, twirling and swinging each other around with their shoulders shimmying constantly as if they’re wearing Harry’s sparkling red fringed vest too.

Harry’s spiel about the circular stage and how sometimes you either get his face or his ass, releases a howling laughter from Sophia and starts chanting ‘Ass, ass, baby give me your ass!’ getting Glenne and Jeff to chant along earning the attention of some fans, and obviously gets Harry’s too when they start screaming in glee at Sophia’s reaction. Harry turns towards his wife and friends, pointing specifically at Sophia while smirking her way.

“Only the best for my wife, so you get the ass,” he turns his backside to her, “ALL OF THE ASS, BABY!” and actually shimmies his arse side-to-side before slapping one cheek for emphasis.

Sophia starts screaming in exhilaration at her husband’s response, the fans eating-up the first interaction they’ve witnessed of the married couple whilst in Harry’s concert prompting Sophia to twerk her ass back in his direction resulting in a louder uproar from the entire arena.

When Harry moves position on the stage, much closer to Sophia and their friends now, he sees a fan holding out a crochet sunflower towards his direction.

“Oh my god, it’s a sunflower! Is that for me?”

The fan nods enthusiastically and Harry comes closer to her to accept it, even smiling for a picture when she raises her film camera towards his direction. When he comes back to her position beside Erin and NyOh, guitar strapped to his chest he holds the crochet sunflower under his nose like his smelling it’s sweet floral scent.

“That’s quite wonderful, you guys really know me well that I love sunflowers,” he says thoughtfully, earning laughter from his audience at his other implication, “and being a lover of sunflowers, I thought it was only fitting that I married one, yeah?”

He shows off his wedding band on his left hand to the audience, his fans screaming in recognition at the only remaining ring on said hand after years of full-ringed fingers.

“Anyway, I got myself my very own sunflower now, she’s actually here, Hiii my Sunflower!” Harry waves widely at a smiling-so-big-my-face-might-burst Sophia who waves back at him just as enthusiastically.

“I love her very much, as you guys would have probably known by now if you follow my social media and see that beautiful face of hers on every picture that I seem to post, can’t really blame me really with how beautiful she is, isn’t she gorgeous? The world deserves to see her beauty, really!”

Even if it’s so dark in the arena, and the lights are mostly on the stage pointed at her husband, Sophia still feels that everyone can see the raging blush on her cheeks. She can’t say that Harry doesn’t usually say sweet things like that in every opportunity he can get, but it’s the first time he’s done it in-front of thousands of people in a sold-out arena. It’s pretty much a new experience for Sophia, which by now she thinks she has to get used to starting now.

When the audience lessens their gleeful agreement to Harry’s opinion, he continues his bit, “So I’m very fond of giving flowers to my Sunflower whenever I can, again, if my rare social media posts can be any indication. Now I have a magical flower in my hand and I have yet to give her one today as a congratulation for not only it being her official first day at work as my tour stylist, but for being able to handle my weird narcissistic ass and love me unconditionally despite everything that comes to being married to me.”

Sophia definitely didn’t see that change of route with his bit, and felt herself close to tears at Harry’s raw words of honesty. Both Jeff and Glenne pulled her close to their sides in a tight embrace, anchoring her amidst the loud screams and coos of everyone else.

“I’ve always advocated for treating everyone with…”

“KINDNESS!” Sophia hears Jeff and Glenne scream in unison with the others, too speechless to follow along.

“Kindness, that’s correct!” Harry claps his hands in elation, “Definitely going to inform you lots’ teachers to give an A plus for good conduct! But anyway, I was going to ask if you guys can kindly pass this beautiful crochet sunflower to my Sunflower all the way to the back? My heart is forever going to be filled with love if we get to show her some kindness tonight.”

Sophia doesn’t understand how that’s possible, how her husband can make that possible. Because the next thing she knows, everyone seems to quiet down as Harry passes the sunflower back to the audience, and everyone’s rapt attention is placed on the precious cargo moving from one fan’s gentle hands to the other, nearer, and nearer her direction.

The winning scream that everyone lets out once the crochet sunflower is in Sophia’s grasp is deafening. She’s typically not a narcissist, but she would like to share her input on the increase in volume of those screams compared to the last hour of Harry singing.

Sophia’s sure the smile she gives Harry no matter the literal distance between them right now, is already enough to show her gratitude and adoration towards him and his grand display of affection. But as a bonus (cause as he said, it’s never enough), Sophia copies his earlier actions of pretending to waft the scent of the flower, earning an audible giggle from Harry resounding across the arena as she mouths an ‘I love you.’ just like she did earlier before sharing her husband to the rest of the world.

The show continues after that; Sophia swaying along the heartfelt melody of Cherry, arms slinged with Jeff and Glenne as they move side-to-side as Harry sings about coming home in Canyon Moon, and of course, losing her shit while dancing like an animal gone wild to Kiwi was a definite requirement if one wants to have the full Harry Styles’ concert experience.

Like a blink of an eye, Harry was bowing and blowing kisses to the audience, making his rounds to give his thanks to everyone who had come and supported his opening night. Sophia clapped her hands and cheered wildly throughout the remaining moments of the concert, excitement and adoration coursing through her veins ready to congratulate and dot over her husband.

Just as expected, Sophia thinks Harry does phenomenal for his opening night of his sophomore tour.

***

Later on the night, when Harry had completed all the duties that comes with being the star of a concert, had said his gratitude towards his team, bandmates, friends, and whoever he passed by while leaving that supported him that night, Harry was free to be completely immersed in his favorite role in the world: being a husband.

All the appreciation he had given to everyone that made tonight possible, did not compare to the recognition he had given his wife. Between the time they’re finally alone in their penthouse room in the hotel, and up to the point where their naked bodies are cuddled together on the bed with matching sated exhales and happy knowing smiles, Harry’s sure being Sophia’s husband definitely tops any concert he will do for the rest of his life.

It’s not even a surprise to him how he easily gravitated towards his phone to look at the pictures taken tonight by Anthony, who has kindly sent it to him immediately upon his request. Fingers swiping pass his pictures and finding the perfect one of his wife, instantly enamored by one particular photo.

Harry opens his Instagram account, ignoring the thousands upon thousands of notifications he got from tonight’s concert media content he presumes, and blindly finds the picture of his wife he had chosen and lets his fingers type-away whatever sappy thing his mind has to say this time like every other time he posts about her.

At two am in the morning, Harry Styles posts the first ever picture in relation to his tour. A picture of his wife clutching the crochet sunflower, Harry on stage in the background in his red glimmering vest is almost not even the focus of the picture as Sophia is smiling so big her eyes are squinted at the ends like she just can’t contain her joy taking all of the picture’s attention.

Below it, he had captioned: My Love on Tour, literally 🌻 💘

HES - Bunny Shots

*** Stand-alone stories about Bunny and Sunflower set in no particular universe or timeline. These shots are not connected nor follow the same plot-line, unless specified.***

Happy reading, lovelies! 🌻

Grammy Bunny (post-Grammy party for the bunny.) Bunny's Love On Tour, Literally (before, during, and after Vegas.) Bunny and the Pearl Choker (the adventure of wanting to be the best boyfriend for Sunflower's 21st.) Bunny in Amalfi (Bunny just popped the question; engagement-moon shenanigans ensues.) Honey Bunny (For his every creation, one muse it behind it all. ABO au.) *ON-GOING*

"Yes please, Bunny." (Appreciation post for Bunny's Pleasing, with an addition of a curly bubby.) "Show your Bunny that you love him so-oh-oh.." (Best friends to lovers Christmas fic. featuring the best JB song of all time: Mistletoe.)

Gingerbread Bunny (When Bunny's Christmas Eve plans revolve around his two girls.)

Bunny and the Wine Nights at Gemma's (The times Gemma Styles failed to live her cupid dreams and the time she accidentally succeeded.)

Should Bunny Keep Driving? (Bunny as a McLaren F1 driver ft. yellow handbags, gelatos, and falling in love under champagne showers and Italian sunsets.)

The Bunny League (Bunny as a Mercedes F1 driver)

Grammy Bunny

Sophia Tuxford likes to believe that everything happens for a reason. But as she looks at her phone that’s open on the text thread with her good friend and boss, Alessandro Michelle, she might think otherwise.

From: Lallo M.

“I fiori preferiti di Anne sono il garofano. Ringraziare dopo, mia cara.” (Anne's favorite flowers are carnations. Thank me later, my dear.)

To: Lallo M.

“Ti ho detto quanto adoro tutto il tuo essere? Perché lo faccio davvero.” (Have I told you how much I adore your entire being? Cause I really do.)

From: Lallo M.

“Not nearly enough, ma sono sicuro che Anne si sentirà davvero adorata una volta che le avrai regalato quei fiori. Don’t worry too much, mia cara.” (Not nearly enough, but I'm sure Anne will really feel adored once you give her those flowers. Don’t worry too much, my dear.)

To: Lallo M.

“Thanks, Lallo. You always know what to do when I worry too much. Non so cosa farò senza di te, ti amo amico mio.” (Thank, Lallo. You always know what to do when I worry too much. Don't know what I'll do without you, love you my friend.)

And that was that. Sophia Tuxford thinks that maybe some things don’t happen just for a reason, they happen because of the amazing Alessandro Michelle. Without him, Sophia might have never even met or had the nerve to approach her bunny.

Speaking of her bunny, Sophia exhales a sigh of relief upon checking for the nth time that she had no new messages or missed calls from him. She wouldn’t want to ruin Anne’s surprise for him just because her son was being the little clingy man-baby that he likes to be when with her, especially when they haven’t seen each other in person for more than a week.

Sophia halts the cab upon seeing a local London floristry from the window of her seat. With help from the driver for her single luggage, Sophia thanks him and heads straight to the door of the store. The heady scent of florals is an instant hit to her system, eyes instinctively closing to inhale one of her favorite smells in the world. She smiles, eyes lighting up to the familiarity of the scene. Whether from her local floristry just near her home in Italy, or here at a random shop in her second home of London, flowers will always bring immense joy to Sophia.

She goes ahead and asks for an arrangement of pink and white carnations, the kind lady finished preparing it in just about three minutes, and Sophia was out the door with a promise of coming back when she visits again. She’s sure that her best friend Cinzia would love an instant classic rose arrangement from them as props for her constant stream of Instagram content. Though Sophia can’t say much; Harry has rubbed some of his narcissism into her based on the rise of selfies and outfit pictures she posts on her own account.

The second cab ride, now heading towards Anne’s new home in London that Harry had gotten for her last Christmas, Sophia makes a mental checklist of what might go down today.

It’s Harry’s surprise post-Grammy win celebration that Anne had prepared and organized herself. Because of the restrictions of today’s situation, only Jeff and Glenne were fortunate enough to attend the event with Harry, and celebrate his win with him. Obviously, Anne was not a happy mother upon being denied access to travel to America, and who is she kidding? Sophia herself was no way near a happy camper upon getting the call from Alessandro that she won’t be able to see him wear the leather ensemble she had made for his Grammy opening performance in person. The green feathered boa was her idea! She has full rights to be on front row seats for that.

But Harry’s sad pouting face that greeted her on FaceTime, was an enough push to school her emotions and tend to her teary-eyed bunny who she’s sure would no doubt rival her own complaints. And up until now, as she reminisced to that time two weeks ago while sitting on this cab roaming the streets of London, Sophia feels a shiver down her spine just remembering the onslaught of tears that fell from Harry’s eyes not even five minutes down that FaceTime call.

It’s not even because of the outfit anymore and making sure it fit well and didn’t tear, it’s more about having someone there with him to support him in such a new and foreign environment. No matter the amount of award shows he has attended in his entire music career, the Grammys is a whole other realm. And it breaks Sophia’s heart remembering her fear-stricken bunny, crying tears of frustration for missing his family, friends, fans, and her. And both of them can’t do anything to fix it entirely, the way they want it.

So she was over the moon upon receiving the invite from Anne, that she was preparing an intimate afternoon lunch for Harry and his Grammy win together with close friends and family. There was not an inch of question within her when she asked Alessandro for a week-off, promising to do double the work when she came back. Obviously, since Alessandro was the one who introduced them to each other a few years back, he didn’t even bat an eye at her request and even recommended for her to bring a few bottles of wine for the party.

Since Lallo seems to know everything about love and friendship, Sophia carefully clutches in her hand the Gucci tote containing the four bottles of wine she had bought from Harry and her favorite winery in Milan, the carnations arrangement tucked by her chest and luggage behind. She was now outside the gates of Anne’s London home, security present at the front. Before they can even question if she was invited for the party or a lost girl looking for a hotel, Niall Horan emerges from the gates.

Niall was wearing a simple light yellow cotton button-up, white shorts falling just above his knee, eyes adorned with brown-tinted sunglasses. In Sophia’s opinion, the centerpiece, and most surprising detail of his outfit would have to be the classic Gucci monogrammed loafers on his feet.

When his eyes catch hers, a wide grin breaks into his face. Sophia rolls her eyes as Niall makes his way to her, whistling.

“Well look who the Italian sun brought here in dreary London,” Nial embraces her in a half-hug, a peck placed on her cheek which she returned.

Niall takes the tote bag filled with bottles of wine and chuckles at the weight of it.

“I don’t think I’m the only that the Italian sun brought here,” Sophia looks at his feet for emphasis.

Niall points out his right foot in front of him, seemingly inspecting it, “Oh, this old thing here? Honestly just found this one lying around my closet; wonder where I got it from.”

Sophia looks at him with a raised brow, amusement written on her face for his faulty excuse.

“Alright,” Niall surrenders, “Harry might have hinted a few times that they're a comfy pair of shoes, so thought I might give them a try.”

“And?” she wiggles her brows up and down.

Niall rolls his eyes before laughing while admitting, “Alright, fine! These Gucci loafers are fucking comfy and worth every dime! Happy?”

Sophia laughs, clutching the flower closer to her, “Assolutamente felice! Always good to have some validation for your hard work, as you might probably know well of, with you being a musician and stuff.” (Absolutely happy!)

“Yeah, just being a musician and stuff,” Niall makes fun of her words from earlier, he leads her towards Anne’s gate where the guards are still situated.

“Boys, I’ll take this one from here, don’t you worry.” he addresses the guards who are still looking warily at her, “This woman right here is precious cargo that must be taken with utmost love and care. Just ask your boss and he’ll be happy to respond to questions about anything or everything related to this woman.”

Sophia laughs and lightly hits Niall on the arm, his unnecessary flowery words making her cheeks heat tinted pink.

“What?” Niall chuckles at her, “Harry can talk for ages about you, mate! I ask about bloody loafers, and he talks my ears off about how you personally hand-stitch some of them and that you know the specific different shades of brown for the thread to be used, and that you prefer the one with a bit of faux fur at the end cause you-”

Sophia covers his mouth with her free hand, cheeks completely tinted red now. “Oh mio dio, Niall! The guards don’t need to hear all that.” (Oh my god, Niall!)

Her flustered reaction earns a full-belly laugh from Niall who claps his hands together before actually leading her inside the gate of the house. They reach the front door of the house itself, Niall’s laughter still boisterous with Sophia’s constant murmurs of disapproval floating around the air. Before they can even knock, the door swings open with Louis Tomlinson greeting them at the end of it.

“Oh shit!” Louis possibly shouts to the entire house, “The precious Italian cargo has arrived, ladies and gents! Harold will for surely cry his fucking eyes out now, for fucking sure!”

If it was even possible, Sophia feels like actually melting to the ground in a puddle of embarrassment. Before she can even be subject to more teasing, Anne appears from her view and she positively smiles at her.

“My lovely, Sophia!” She opens her arms to hug her, “So glad you could make it! How was your flight?”

Sophia returns her hug before answering, “Pretty good, slept the whole way through to be honest. These are for you by the way.”

Anne accepts the flowers that she has outstretched on her hand, positively beaming with happiness and surprise, “Oh love! You shouldn’t have! And carnations? My favorite! Well I guess Niall didn’t need to get more flowers after all.”

The two ladies turn their attention to Niall and Louis who are still quietly snickering by their side. Sophia narrows her eyes at them, seeing the mischief clearly written in their irises.

“She even brought some wine, Anne!” Niall shares enthusiastically, raising the Gucci tote in his hand.

“A proper daughter-in-law etiquette, huh Anne?” Louis chirps playfully.

Anne laughs as Sophia narrows her eyes further, free arms now crossing across her chest. Anne places an arm around her shoulder as some sort of protection.

“You boys stop teasing Soph, alright? Harry won’t appreciate hearing his two best mates poking fun at his girl.”

The fact that Harry’s mom categorized her as ‘his girl’ regardless of the lack of label the two have, made her tense a bit. And the knowing glances of the two boys at her was not helping at all. She knows that Anne didn’t mean to tease her or anything, that’s just how it looks to her, and to everyone apparently.

“Why don’t you choose a room to place your luggage at, Soph?” Anne turns to her, “You can also freshen-up a bit if you want, before you make your rounds at the party and before Harry’s arrival. Actually, you can just stay in his room cause the poor boy has been missing you dearly.”

The frown on Anne’s face upon mentioning Harry’s misfortunes about missing her, ultimately diminishes any underlying feeling of embarrassment for the implication of sharing a room with her son. Sophia herself frowns, thinking about what her bunny might have been saying to his mom, not liking the thought that he was missing her too much to the point where he had to find solace with his mom.

“Yeah, I think I’d take you on that one Anne.”

“Wonderful!” Anne claps her hands with a small smile on her lips now, “It’s the first room right after the lounge area upstairs. Can you carry your stuff yourself or should I instruct Lou to help you up?”

Louis smirks, “Open for service here, Ma’m. My dear friend Haz would not appreciate his lady toppling down the stairs, yeah?”

“No, I’m alright. I think our dear friend Haz would appreciate it better if you two help his lovely mother with the wine and flowers I brought with me, instead of teasing me all the time, yeah?”

Anne looks at her with a proud smile, having been able to hold her ground with the boys’ teasing which is a difficult feat to do considering they’re twenty-plus year olds who definitely still act like teenagers.

“Well, you heard her! Come on, make yourselves useful and help me along in the kitchen.” Anne orders the two boys as Sophia looks at them smugly, especially when she notices the small frowns forming on the boys’ faces as Anne instructs specific tasks for each of them.

It wasn’t difficult for Sophia to bring her single luggage up the stairs, nor to find Harry’s room as the boy had a penchant for placing his initials on the stuff he owns. Her fingertips glide softly on the gold blocks spelling out HS right in the top middle of the door; her mind can’t help but float to the similar rings adorned on his fingers who’s touch on her skin seemed such a foreign feeling now.

The room doesn’t have the same comforting scent that Harry’s room has in his Hampstead home, causing a pout on Sophia’s lips to form. It only lasts for a few seconds though cause as she surveys and inspects the room to gain some familiarity, she notices that the vanity in the bathroom is fully-stocked with Harry’s favorite brand of soaps, shampoo, aftershave, perfume, and all other beauty and hygiene products he keeps in his own bathroom.

Nobody should be surprised really that Sophia’s blatant enthusiasm for this discovery led her to only one conclusion: to have a shower and use the bloody stuff.

She smells like him is the first thought that comes to her mind upon drying herself of any droplets of water, making her way back to the bathroom where her outfit for the party is placed. Sophia feels extra giddy when she spritzs herself Harry's favorite Tom Ford perfume on her linen-buttoned vest, even spraying a bit on her matching cream linen trousers. She kept her makeup simple, thinking that smudging it is the last thing on her agenda as she’s sure that a showering of kisses and cuddles are inevitable later.

Once she feels confident in her appearance and that she feels ready to socialize and mingle around Harry’s abundant amount of close friends and family, she finishes her outfit by tying the laces of her new Jordans in Harry’s favorite color: baby blue. Sophia bets that it’s going to be the first thing Harry notices on her look for the day, instantly recognizing the meaning behind the gesture which is similar to everytime he wears anything lilac: her favorite color.

***

The extremely kind and sociable person that Harry is, definitely garnered him a lot of friends in the span of his 27-years of existence on this earth. But as Sophia makes rounds in the living room, kitchen, and the backyard, she’s thankful to notice that everyone here in Anne’s home ready to celebrate Harry’s first Grammy win, are nothing but part of his closest friends. Being best friends with him for about six years now, Sophia has seen firsthand the tragedies Harry had experienced when it comes to exposing fake friends and finding out who are the ingenuine ones that want nothing but to leech on his fame and all the privileges that come with it.

Sophia lingers with Louis and Niall for quite a bit in the kitchen, catching-up on the two musicians busy lives of preparing for postponed tours and new albums on the horizon. Obviously, Sophia doesn’t fail in trying to coax them into getting Gucci to dress them for some of their upcoming shows but was instantly denied (as always) saying they’re not as posh as Harry is who needs custom suits for every bloody concert. Her nose twitches in distaste as Louis even shares that sometimes he doesn’t wear clean clothes for his concert and nobody really gives a fuck about it cause according to him: “They come hear to listen and enjoy my music, not oggle my body with my fancy, fashion show, runway-esque clothing.”

Sophia doesn’t take offense on that, knowing he was only joking and that far more worse words have been spoken to her. Besides, it only fuels her drive to dress him, Niall, Harry, and even Liam, in matching sparkly Gucci suits that is for sure every damn One Direction fans’ are dreaming about.

When the two boys are whisked-away by some of their former One Direction crew members that Harry remained in close contact to, Sophia finds herself beside Nick Grimshaw in the backyard patio together with Mitch. She finds it amusing and interesting at the same time how Harry’s two closets, yet extremely polar opposite friends, are here right now discussing the latest episode of Love Island while waiting to celebrate him.

“I’ve always encouraged this one to audition,” Nick motions to her, placing an arm around her shoulder for emphasis, “Mitch, don’t you think she’d be a bloody brilliant contestant on the show? I think she’s going to be the little innocent heartbreaker on the island.”

Mitch actually laughs out loud at that, “Not sure man, I think the only heart Soph will be breaking is H’s heart by joining the show. Don’t think he’d take that lightly.”

“Oh he’s going to bawl his eyes out if she actually gets accepted yeah? And write bloody heartbreak songs about it for sure.” Nick says amusedly like Sophia was not sitting so close to him hearing him say all these.

“I don’t think we have to wait until she gets accepted before H cries his eyes out. Just the moment she tells him she plans on auditioning, not a minute later he’s going to be knocking on Sarah and I’s door in the brink of a breakdown and pours his broken heart in a new tune. I bet my favorite guitar that he’d even get a custom Gucci suit in her favorite color to fully embody his sorrow.”

“MITCH!”

And that was left at that; Sophia’s screech of his name has signalled his lovely girlfriend Sarah to come to the rescue, pledging full support for Sophia’s complaints about his and Nick’s relentlessly teasing. A minute later, she spots Gemma and Michal in the living room talking with Harry Lambert and Anthony Pham, which she suspects have also just arrived like the couple.

Sophia is greeted warmly by the new company, Lambert saying high-praises about all of Harry’s Grammy outfits saying how excellent her execution was of their vision. Anthony even opens his camera to share some of the shots he took of Harry that truly exemplifies the entire look, and eagerly accepted Sophia’s request for him to send her some of the pictures she liked. Gemma and Michal also shared some stories about their recent trip in Cornwall, England, where they watched Harry’s Grammy performance saying how much Harry and her would definitely love it there and should make a holiday out of it.

Sophia doesn’t notice the minutes that pass-by, being too submerged in the couple’s stories about their trip, and also sharing some of her own from her trip with Alessandro in Tuscany and Florence to gain some new inspiration for new collections. The next thing she knows, Anne announces loudly to the room that Harry’s five minutes away with Jeff and Glenne, and then Louis is ushering her to the kitchen saying something about “surprising Harold’s fucking face with a cake.”

Apparently she’s part of the surprise, so Sophia is left to peek at the corner of the kitchen archway as instructed by Louis before he left her there, cake in her hand as all others wait excitedly in the living room for Harry’s arrival.

Sophia feels him before she can see him, nor before she hears the outburst cheer of the guests as every single nerve in her body tingles, like it just knows Harry’s there a few feet away from her. She can feel his energy from her hidden position, and she’s pretty sure he’ll feel it too in less than a minute; it’s a them thing. Two energies attracting and forming into one has always been their thing, always will be the thing that will keep them intrinsically connected.

“She’s here,” she hears Harry say, not in a question but in a definitive statement.

“Who’s ‘she’?” Louis asks, acting confused, “Are you referring to your bloody song again, mate? Cause I’m pretty sure we’re here to celebrate your Grammy win and not talk about boring tour stuff.”

Sophia hears everyone laugh at that, can actually imagine the roll of eyes Harry might be giving his best friend for his comments.

“No, she’s here.” Harry says with more edge, “I can feel her, she’s here, in this house, and you guys are probably hiding her the fuck away from me. Is she in my room or something? Is she asleep and you guys didn’t even bloody wake her up before you planned to surprise me?”

Sophia laughs quietly at the alarm and disbelief in his tone, and she guesses Harry might actually believe his theory was correct judging by the protests of people saying that he should stop going up the stairs cause she’s not there.

“Can you guys just tell H where Sophia is, cause I don’t want him crying in the next second.” Jeff says eliciting more laughter around everyone.

Well that’s her que to enter, Sophia thinks to herself. And just like that, she quickly lights the candle on top of the “Congratulations for your first Harry Grammy!” with a bunch of watermelons decorated with icing around it.

Sophia’s heart actually melts upon catching her first eye-full of the beauty that is Harry Styles. He’s dressed in a full Gucci ensemble of a baby blue button-up, dark brown specks nestled atop his curly locks, black bandana acting as a necklace on his neck, and white flared trousers with her red stitching of “Loved” on the bottom, completed with a classic white leather Gucci loafers.

“Bunny.” Sophia can’t help but exhale upon making her way right in front of him, cake in her hand completely forgotten.

“Sunflower.” Harry answers back, dimples popping on his left cheek, eyes softening as he looks at her. “Did you bake this for me?”

For a moment, Sophia is confused about what he’s talking about, but as his eyes dart down to her hands, a cheeky smile thrown at her, she remembers.

“Oh! No, I didn’t. I think Anne got it somewhere for you.” She rambles uselessly, clearly already lost with Harry’s presence in front of her.

Harry giggles cutely at her reaction, “Well, I can assure you that your cake will still taste better than this, sorry mom.”

Everyone laughs at the interaction, Niall coaxing Harry to blow the damn candle already so he can have a slice of the cake for himself. Harry follows dutifully right after sending a wink at Sophia, the latter giggling at his antics.

Cheers passed around the room after the candle had been blown, Harry got the cake from Sophia’s hold and handed the cake to the waiting hands of Niall. And once no obstructions were in between the two, Harry envelopes her in a tight bear-hug, bending down to reach her height and face tucked into her neck the same hers is nuzzling at his neck.

“Mi è mancato così tanto il mio girasole” (I missed my sunflower so much.)

“Bunny.” Sophia whimpers rather pathetically as a reply, mind still reeling so fast from everything happening.

She feels overwhelmed with Harry’s scent and warmth filling her senses after so long of longing for it, combined with the eyes of their audience is just too much for her.

Harry giggles once again, “Is that all you’re going to say to me for the entirety of the day?” and he squeezes her tighter to his body, uncaring to everyone and anything around them.

“No, missed you too, my bunny. Mi sei mancato così tanto che mi fa male il cuore.” (I missed you so much that my heart hurts.)

Sophia feels the sharp in-take of air that Harry took after she said it, her own self filling with emotions as he seems to follow the same sentiments.

“Il mio cuore ha smesso di battere per essere così lontano da te, amore mio.” (My heart stopped beating for being so far away from you, my love.)

That actually makes Sophia chuckle, chuckle wetly that is. She feels the tell-tale signs of the tears resting just at the side of her eyes, Harry must have heard it too cause he groans and nuzzles further into her, nosing affectionately at the side of her neck.

“Hey, no crying lovie. Cause that’s only going to make me sad, and when my Sunflower is sad it will make me cry. Nobody wants the celebrant of the party to be a cry-baby.”

Sophia sniffles a laugh, willing her tears to no longer continue their descent, knowing full-well that Harry’s really speaking of the truth and the two of them crying together after a simple hug will never be forgotten by their friends and family which will be made known by the relentless teasing that will surely ensure.

“I’m not going to cry anymore.” She assures herself more than him to be honest.

“That’s what I’d like to hear, no more of those tears, alright Sunflower?”

She nods her head in reply, still reluctant to leave the comforting confines of his neck.

“Use your words please, lovie?”

Harry detaches from their embrace, one arm still wrapped around her waist to keep them close, ringed fingers tilting her chin up to have clear eye-contact with each other. Lost in the abyss of his green eyes, Sophia nods again and replies verbally.

“Okay, Harry. No going to cry anymore, promise.”

Her soft voice was close to a whisper, but it still etches a tender smile of acknowledgement to form on Harry’s lips. He bends down to press a kiss on her forehead before gently rubbing his nose to her in an eskimo kiss.

“Tell you what, I’d go now and make rounds with everyone here just to be polite and be a fabulous host since I am the guest of honor,” he smirks, the narcissist that he is always shows up in some form, “While I’m doing that, why don’t you join Glenne and Gem in helping mum arrange the food on the long table at the backyard? That way you can place all the dishes you fancy most by our seats so Niall doesn’t end up eating them all. That way, I can finish talking to everyone quicker and I’m justified in giving all my attention to you after that.”

“Okay, but maybe try rescheduling your attention-shower on me after lunch? Perché sai che amo il cibo più di te.” (Because you know I love food more than you.)

Sophia quickly smacks a wet sweet kiss on his dimpled cheek before leaving him there with everyone, an affronted noise of protest echoes after her as she and Glenne, linked by the arm, make their way to the kitchen to provide Anne some assistance.

“He really had no idea you were going to be here.” Glenne smiles at her as they make rounds transfering dishes from inside to the outside of the house.

“Really? I would have assumed someone would have dropped hints or something.”

“Nah, Jeff and I have been getting quite a laugh at his soppiness about missing you to be honest,” both girls giggle at Glenne’s words. “And I know you two genuinely miss each other so much, but babe! You can’t deny how absolutely hilarious Harry gets when he becomes too dramatic. The boy was complaining on the car ride here about how Jeff’s driving would cause you car sickness, and how he would definitely ‘throw hands’ if he finds out Jeff offered to drive you somewhere without his prior knowledge.”

Sophia’s jaw drops for a minute, registering this information. She laughs heartily, wishing she was there to record the entire thing.

“Throw hands? I don’t think I can trust him with that!” Sophia responds amusedly, “Harry won’t even kill a bloody ant even if it tried biting him.”

“I actually said that you won’t even subject yourself to that harm in the first place, and he should just stop moaning at the fact that you are definitely a strong independent woman who needs no man to drive her around.”

“Amen to that, babes!”

Besides, Sophia thinks she doesn't even like driving cars and would rather ride her pastel yellow Vespa around Italy to do her personal errands. She’d even offer Harry to tag-along from behind with his arms enclosed around her waist as she cruises them around cobbled streets under the heat of the Italian sun. That’s definitely a plan she’s sure her bunny won’t even think twice before agreeing.

***

The late outdoor lunch began soon after, everyone claiming seats around the long table where the feast will be held.

Sophia is waiting patiently for all the guests to pick the seats they wanted, assured by the fact that wherever Harry sits, she must follow along beside him as the celebrant had wanted.

“Sunflower,” Harry cranes his neck to search for her, when they lock eyes, he smiles at her. “Vieni qui accanto a me, per favore.” (Come here beside me, please.)

Their cheeky friends whistled good-naturedly at the exchange as Sophia makes her way to him, chair already pulled-out for her like the true gentleman that he is.

“There you go, darling.” Harry tucks her chair in when she has seated.

Sophia turns to him when he is seated too, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek in thanks. She notes the slight pinking of his cheek and how he eagerly starts attending to her by reaching for her favorite dishes (which she did strategically placed in front of them) and serves some of it on her plate. He even fetches the pitcher of mango juice and fills her glass mostly full of it before he attends to his own food.

Sophia’s sure that Harry can feel her eyes on him even as they’ve started eating already, conversations around the table sparse due to everyone’s rapt attention on their own hungry tummies.

“Is there something on my face?” Harry turns to his side to face her, eyebrows furrowing. “You keep on staring at me, lovie.”

“Nothing,” Sophia shakes her head with a small smirk on her lips, “Just think you look real cute and all, with your Gucci fit. I should tell Lallo to give more thought to this type of picnic aesthetic look you’ve got on so maybe he can make more for a possible summer collection or something.”

Harry nods his head slowly while chewing on his Yorkshire pudding, “Are you sure that’s all?”

He really knows her well, “And that your attentiveness to me is so cute, I like how you take care of me a lot. Also, you have some of the vegan roast on your plate and I didn’t get a chance to get some awhile ago before it was finished. May I please have a taste from yours?”

Harry just looks at her for a moment with a growing smile, letting her words register in his mind. When it does, he chuckles to himself.

“I think that can be arranged, as long as you share some of your vegan lasagna with me then you get yourself a deal.”

Sophia nods eagerly, “Affare, lovie.” (Deal, lovie.)

Harry gladly spoon-feeds her some of his vegan roast, while Sophia does the same with her vegan lasagna. Their whole lunch consisted of taking turns either feeding each other, or helping themselves to each other’s plates while they indulge in small conversations with their friends and family. Everyone at the table was already highly used to the twos’ affectionate exchanges, not batting an eye at Harry wiping a bit of tomato sauce that went to the side of Sophia’s mouth with his own thumb before placing his finger on his own mouth to suck-off the sauce, nor the way Sophia hand-feeds Harry some of the baked potatoes drenched in ranch with the latter’s mouth releasing a ‘pop’ sound when her fingers left his lips.

When dessert came around, it was a wise decision to just share a big plate of the cake from earlier. Since Sophia wasn’t that big of a fan of cakes in general, she happily indulges Harry to feed her again with his own fork whilst conversing with Gemma and Michal about their trip to Cornwall, suggesting the same thing to him as they did with Sophia.

“I wouldn’t mind being away from the city for a week,” Harry says, turning to Sophia to feed her again. “I’m honestly down to go, if you are, Sunflower. Do you have some slaving to do for Lallo and his clothes next week?”

Sophia giggles at his joke, “I do have some slaving to do for Lallo and his clothes next week, and you’re kind of the reason for it since I am staying here in London for a week and not going to work for him right now.”

Now that was a surprise for Harry. It was a rare occasion for Sophia to leave work for a week without being planned for months as taking her away from making clothes is a very difficult feat to accomplish. Harry himself has to inform her two weeks before if he plans to have dinner with her when he’s visiting Italy.

Harry whistles, throwing a smirk at Sophia, “Must mean I’m a special boy then, if you’re leaving Lallo and his clothes for me, for a whole bloody week. Fuck, I think I might actually cry.”

He jokingly sniffs and wipes his dry eyes, their friends and family including Sophia are chuckling at his dramatics.

“You kinda are... special, I mean.” Sophia says shyly that Harry intertwines his right hand with hers, giving the back of it a reverent kiss.

“You are too, so special, my Sunflower.” He whispers back, squeezing her hand and bringing their joined hands to rest on his thigh. “Does this mean we’ll postpone our Cornwall trip for another time, and instead I’ll bring you with me to Homes Chapel for the rest of the week?”

Sophia should have guessed that after staying in such a busy city that is Los Angeles, California, Harry would want to stay for a bit in a more chill and quiet place like that of his family home in Cheshire when he arrives back in London. It’s just that she’s never been there actually. Harry and her have not yet reached that stage in their friendship/relationship whatever limbo that they’re in where they take each other to their hometowns and childhood homes. It seems quite a big deal for Sophia, like the next step after meeting the parents - kind of serious.

She honestly doesn’t want to impose herself in Anne’s home, knowing that she would probably want to soak up as much time as she can have with her son too before he goes off to plan and do his tour. But Sophia doesn’t think she can answer anything else but a ‘yes’ as Harry’s green wide doe-like eyes peer up at her all softly, like it would seriously hurt him if she says otherwise.

Before Harry has the chance to pull-out the matching pout to convince her, Sophia is nodding her in answer with an all too knowing look on her face.

“Yes, I’ll go to Homes Chapel with you, sciocco bunny.” (silly bunny.)

The winning smile that overtakes the whole of Harry’s face, stays for the entirety of the day as he kisses her cheeks and nose in utter excitement.

***

After the late lunch in the backyard, most people stayed to converse with Harry and the others some more, while some said their goodbyes and left for other engagements. Much to Harry’s earlier promise, he had kept Sophia by his side the majority of the time they were talking to their friends, one hand either at the small of her back, her hip, around her waist, or on top of her thigh when they have found themselves lounging in the couches at the living room.

By this time, most people have already left before dinner. The only ones left staying are his sister and her boyfriend, Niall, Louis and Nick, Jeff and Glenne, Lambert and Anthony, and his band. They have just popped a movie on the TV via NetFlix while Jeff, Harry and Niall went to the kitchen to serve some of the bottles of wine she had brought.

Harry returns with four wine glasses on his two giant hands, handing two to Gemma and Michal, and the last one to Sophia; noting that it’s so sweet of her to have brought fresh from Italy their favorite wine.

“Up you get, Sunflower,” he motions for her to stand-up from her position on the couch. Sophia follows his order and Harry situates himself comfortably in her previous position and taps his thighs for her to sit on.

She carefully sits sideways on his lap, not wanting to spill their glasses of wine in Anne’s new and pristine white couches. Harry’s arm circles around her waist to keep her in place on his lap, and they clink their glasses together before taking a sip.

Everyone watched the movie while contentedly sipping on their glasses of wine, occasionally breaking into small conversations every once in a while. As the movie nears the end, everyone is pretty much wine-happy and laughter around the living area can be more prominently heard. Harry in particular had immersed himself in a full conversation with Nick and Louis about footie and making plans to have a ‘rager weekend like the good o’l lads time before becoming proper wifed-up popstars’ when the World Cup time arrives.

Sophia has decided to just listen around her, saying things here and there when she wants too, but majority of the time she has found comfort in completely going pliant against Harry’s body with her head resting on his shoulder and nose occasionally nuzzling at the side of his neck.

At a particular lull in his conversations, Harry returns the gesture and nuzzles his nose at Sophia’s neck, properly sniffing it afterwards.

“Did you use my perfume?” He looks at her with a small frown on his forehead.

Sheepishly, Sophia giggles and hides her face on his neck, trying to avoid eye-contact.

“Heeeyyy…” Harry giggles back, “Why are you acting all shy now, Sunflower? I just asked a simple and innocent question.”

The hidden tone of teasing in his voice is very apparent in Sophia’s ear, “What if I did, use your perfume or something like that?”

“So is that a yes, then?”

“I asked you a question first, don’t be naughty.”

Harry does a belly-laugh at that, squeezing Sophia closer to him.

“Me? You’re the one who was being naughty and used my perfume, lovie.”

“Alright, I used it. Così quello che ora?” (So what now?)

Sophia feels Harry take a lungful of her scent again, “Nothing, you just smell like me.”

Sophia can’t confirm if that referred to something good or bad, so she goes out of her hiding from his neck, piercing her curious blue eyes with his green orbs. What she finds is the slight pinking of Harry’s ear, a tell-tale sign of flusteredness.

She throws him a smirk, “You like it, you like me smelling like you.” she says it definitively, no room for questioning. “Cattivo, cattivo bunny.” (Naughty, naughty bunny.)

Harry positively turns pink now, all over his neck to his cheeks. He giggles shyly, then ducks to find his face on her neck this time.

“Not being naughty…” he mumbles in a baby voice on her skin. “Adoro il tuo odore come me. Really are my Sunflower.” (I just adore how you smell like me.)

Sophia can’t help but smile, so endeared by the affection Harry was giving her. She was already used to his sweet nature ever since they became close friends. It just catches her off-guard right now as it has been awhile since has experienced it beyond a virtual screen.

Harry situates himself comfortably in that position, arms still wrapped around her body sitting on his lap, his face squished and nuzzles on her neck, sometimes dropping kisses on the skin of her collarbones and even at the cut of her jaw. Sophia returns the attention by massaging the curls on his head, lips finding his forehead every now and then.

They’re no longer wine-happy, they’re more in the wine-cuddly state now; immersed at each others’ touch and warmth. God, did Sophia really miss having her bunny in her arms to love on.

***

Sophia’s arms and legs are wrapped tightly around Harry, the latter’s arms supporting her weight as he carries her upstairs to his room.

“Stop squeezing my ass, H.” Sophia giggles while Harry opens the door with his right hand, the other squeezing one of her backsides’ cheeks.

“Never! I missed you, lovie. Give a man a fucking break!”

He enthusiastically seats them on his bed, bouncing at the impact of his fast action resulting in laughter to ensue between them.

“Baby!” Sophia screeches, squeezing herself tighter around Harry when her straddling position gives him better access to squeeze her ass cheeks.

“Bloody fuck, did I miss everything about you.” He groans, dropping his head on her neck to litter wet kisses on the skin. “And you’re going to be wearing my perfume from now on too, you smell delectable, Sunflower.”

Sophia sighs contently, allowing Harry’s suckling on her neck. “Bunny, don’t think that can happen. Lallo will fire me if he smells me in your Tom Ford perfume, they’re still our competitors, remember?”

Harry giggles and leaves one last wet kiss on the red mark he made at the side of her neck, “Is he still bitter about that?” Sophia just nods her head while smiling.

Harry rolls his eyes good-naturedly, “Tell your boss to get over himself! I am allowed to love other things aside from Gucci, and besides, if you weren’t employed to him I’d probably have asked Lambert to find me another fashion house to do my next tour.”

Sophia’s mouth drops in shock at his joke, hands slapping his shoulder automatically, “Oh mio Dio, sei così morto per Lallo!” (Oh my god, you’re so dead to Lallo!)

“I’m just joking lovie! Don’t tell on me!”

“Na-uh, say goodbye to your boas and sparkly vests for tour.”

She pretends to reach for her phone in her side pocket and Harry swiftly delivers a spank on her bum, halting her actions in a laugh as he quickly turns them around and lays her body on the bed with him resting on top of her.

“Harry Styles, we are going to have a talk about your sudden obsession with my bum, this is not going to be a healthy habit bunny.”

Harry laughs at her disgruntled face, “Not sudden though, I have always loved your bum.”

“Yeah? So you are a bum guy then?” She asks cheekily, giggling at his raised brow.

“What's that comment supposed to mean? I swear you young ones have new meanings for everything.”

“Hey! FYI, you’re just a year older than me, so don’t tell me I’m that young, I appreciate the flattery though.” They share a laugh at that, “And the question I asked has no ulterior meaning bunny, just asking for your confirmation that you really are more of a bum man than a boob man.”

“Boob man?!” Harry asks, shocked that the phrase even came out of Sophia’s mouth.

Sophia giggles, “Yeah, boob man. Like, you prefer these,” and she presses her chest to him from their position, “Or my bum.”

Harry smirks, “Can I not be both? Like, I adore both parts of your body, Sunflower. Can’t choose a favorite, I think. Wait, lemme check.”

All of a sudden, one of his large hands find their way on her ass with a squeeze, the other doing the same at one of her breasts. Sophia’s breath stutters at the unexpected intimate action.

“Um,” Harry says, like he’s thinking, and delivers another squeeze at both body parts, “I think I love them both dearly, so that makes me an ass and boob man, yeah? Actually, Sophia's ass and boob man is more like it.”

She groans at his cheekiness, Harry only laughs at her undeniably pink and flustered state as he delivers an eskimos kiss with their noses and hugs her tighter to him with his whole body flopped on top of hers.

“Alright, that’s enough touching bunny, have to get off of me.”

“No way, cuddle me forever and ever now that you’re back with me!”

“Can’t give you your present if that’s your plan.”

That shuts him up, never one to decline presents especially from her, “What present? It’s not my birthday yet if you forgot.”

She rolls her eyes and gently squeezes his love handles, “Obviously I know, it’s more of a special present since you won your first-ever Grammy even though you deserve to have won the other two as well that you were nominated for.”

Harry snorts at her collarbone where his face is resting, “Better stop stroking my ego, lovie. Reckon won’t be good for narcissists like myself.”

Sophia fondly squeezes his love handles again, “I’m not stroking your ego, Ti sto solo apprezzando come meriti.” (I’m just appreciating you as you deserve.)

Harry hums softly in answer, placing a deep kiss on the cavity of her collarbone before removing himself on top of her and sitting down on the bed.

“I suggest you fetch that gift already before I pounce on you to show my own appreciation for you.”

Sophia laughs at the look of seriousness on Harry’s face, making her way to his closet where she unpacked her suitcase and the green Gucci parcel she wrapped herself before flying to London.

Sophia makes her way back to the bedroom, sitting beside Harry who’s waiting obediently with a child-like smile of excitement on his face upon seeing the familiar parcel on her hands.

Sophia giggles and places the parcel in front of him “Pressie time!”

“Thank you, Sunflower. Already know I’m going to love it cause it’s from my love.”

His cheesy words make Sophia roll her eyes, “Stop being a sap and just open it already.”

“Alright, alright. Such an impatient flower today, huh?”

Carefully, Harry places the Gucci parcel on his lap, delicately opening the various layers of package with his glistening ringed fingers. Sophia watches in anticipation beside him, fetching her phone to capture the moment in video.

The moment the present is revealed to his eyes, Harry loudly gasps and softly runs his hand on the pink leather of the Gucci Jackie bag that he adores so much.

“It’s pink, do you like it bunny?” Sophia asks while giggling at his continuous look of awe, focusing the camera of the phone on his face.

“Of course I fucking love it! It’s bloody pink, my favorite color, Sunflower!” He places the parcel on the bed, bag still inside, and closes the gap between the two of them by pulling her to him in a hug, surprising Sophia with a squeal.

Harry quickly rearranges them back to a straddling position, arms wrapped around her body tightly with her own around his neck. He deposits a kiss at the side of her mouth, smiling so big that Sophia has no choice but to return it.

“Grazie amore mio. Ama sempre ciò che mi dai.” (Thank you my love. Alway love what you give me.)

Sophia giggles at his cuteness, heart always warming whenever Harry speaks Italian. She returns his kiss on his forehead, thumbing-away that one stubborn curl always falling there.

“Sei sempre il benvenuto, bunny. I know that Lallo doesn’t sell your favorite bag in pink, so I requested this right after you got nominated cause obviously, I already knew you were going to win. And also, I especially asked for this kind of pink, this Harry pink, like the shade you love so much on your debut album. I even had to go back a few times to the craftsmen department just to make sure they got the right shade of pink. Bless Lallo for not ordering me to just make the bag myself after I’ve ‘harassed’ his workers continuously.”

Her rambling has endeared Harry tremendously, always transfixed everytime she just lets her words run down from her mouth. As someone who’s usually more observant and reserved, Sophia rarely rambles in this fashion, Harry or Alessandro being the only ones who are able to unleash this side of hers.

“God, you’re fucking amazing.” is all that Harry has the power to say, the English vocabulary lost somewhere in the back of his brain as everything in him has been replaced by everything about his Sunflower.

Sophia likes to believe that everything happens for a reason, that maybe having Alessandro in her life is the reason why she met Harry.

But what if that didn’t matter?

Sitting on the lap of the boy she utterly adores, surrounded by his warmth, love, and energy, makes Sophia believe that whether because of Alessandro or not, she was placed on this earth to care and protect this real-life curly cherub of a man. No other reason is needed for Sophia to fulfill that.

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright.

Today's a great day to be happy.