Harry Styles - Blog Posts
No more
A Whoever-you-want-it-to-be imagine
Trigger warnings: Angst, domestic violence, blood.
Read at your own risk!
If you ever come into contact with such violence against you or anybody you know, please, contact the authorities or call the domestic violence hotlines. Nobody should ever feel oppressed and violated.
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Tired. You were simply tired of all the meaningless fighting. It wasn’t like you two didn’t have anything to fight for, having been together for so long had to mean something, didn't it? It didn't seem to be enough anymore though, to keep you two together. The once intertwined hands now pointed at each other in rage more often than they met in peace, the only laughter that was shared was out of anger and pity. The kisses once shared turned into harsh words, while love slowly turned into hatred. You don’t even remember when and how it all went wrong anymore. Days you once thought to be the worst of your life now only serving as a proof to the wind before a storm. A storm you were never ready for.
It had come to a point when neither of you even knew whether the other comes home, the bed once shared in peace and love had become only one of the evidences of a broken relationship, a lost war that had only left heaps of unhealed wounds. Some days it seemed to have stopped. The fighting, the lies and the hurt. His hands once again found yours, his lips - your body, leaving love bites next to the bruises he had left before. He had never intended to hurt you, no. He says to even not remember doing so, yet you do. Each mark, each wound, each word that often hurt more than what he left on your flesh for the world to see.
Each mark on his body. Ones you had never left there. Others have. And no matter how much it hurt you, there was nothing you could do about it. The smell of their perfume made you sick, the stains of their lipstick on his shirts made your stomach twist, but your hands never did anything more than clean and fold them for him to wear again, only to return with the same stains, just a different perfume. Was it really none of your business anymore?
More often than not you found yourself hiding. You kept trying to tell yourself that you are hiding from him, when in reality it was you you were hiding from, but couldn’t. Your heart was broken. To an extent where it was way past the point of repair, yet you managed to heal it every time you thought the pain had passed. And you were once again in love. He said to feel the same. Until the next time. And the next time proved to be worse than the ones before. It almost felt gradual. Like levels of a twisted game you never got tired of playing, but when you finally did, it presented you an offer you knew you couldn’t pass. It lured you in. Badly. Yet were you in the wrong for falling for the devil? They say that even the devil was an angel once locked out of the heaven. Maybe it was him the people had warned you and others about.
Summers had always been your favourite. Not because of the blooming nature, the bright colours or the warmth. It was because you could finally put on the dresses you had insisted on buying during the wintertime. It was until this summer that you realised your hatred for them. The marks on your body made you feel disgusted and unloveable. 'No wonder he didn’t love me anymore,' you had thought. 'Who would love somebody this broken on the inside and outside?’ But he did.
You came home to a smell of freshly picked flowers. A smell you had not felt in a long time. And there he was. A living devil in disguise of an angel. He smiled at you, making you wince. What had he done this time? Was it another girl he was trying to apologise for? No, it couldn’t be. He had stopped apologising for it a long time ago. Was it another broken mirror or a wall he had broken in the midst of having a spark of anger? However, his knuckles showed no evidence of it. His hand reached behind his back, you were no fool, you noticed that. You took a step back just as he did toward you. He sighed, yet didn't say a word. Then he spoke up.
“I love you,” he had said after what had felt like years of silence, “I love you and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me and I promise - no more,” he had said.
“Yes,” was your answer, even though your mind and soul was screaming no. He made a promise. You couldn’t do that to him. No, not you. You couldn’t hurt him. Not like he hurt you. Wounds heal, don’t they?
It had been a year since that day. He had come home to you, kissed you on your forehead and given you a bouquet of fleshly picked flowers.
“For you,” he had said. You smiled.
He took you by the hand and lead you to the garden. It was a peaceful night. The stars shone bright. A glass was put in your hand as one was in his. They clinked against each other.
“Cheers,” he toasted and smiled.
So much had changed within a year. It almost felt too good to be true. Almost. One glass turned into two. Two toasts in three, and four clinks in the breaking of the thin glass. Wine coated your lap. You had tried to laugh it off, but the alcohol in his system had other plans.
You had been here before, yet you were not the one to learn from your mistakes. Your body collided with the wall that was recently repaired in the hopes of never being broken again. The blood from your nose soon found your white dress. It was summer after all, and the old wounds had healed. But he wanted more. You looked back at him when he shouted. The veins on his forehead and the black eyes made him look insane. Yet he hadn’t expected your act of bravery. He had not expected to see you looking back at him as he raised his hand.
“Look away,” he demanded. You didn’t. You stood there and looked him dead in the eyes. Understanding. Hurting, but no more hiding.
His hand was still in the air, his breath got caught up in his lungs. Unmoving.
“No more,” she had whispered as she made her way to him. Caressing his cheek in such a manner that made silent tear run down his face. He fell on his knees. Begging.
“No more,” she repeated, as she took off her ring and made her way towards the door. And she didn't look back.
MASTERLIST
One shots
Harry Styles:
Missing you
Don't ever leave me
She is...
Antoine Griezmann:
I need you
All that matters
Make me
It's me that's lucky
Charlie Hunnam:
Never the same - A Raymond Imagine (‘The Gentlemen’ 2020)
Whoever you want it to be:
No more
Prompt list for requests
She is...
A Harry Styles imagine
Based on this request:
Hey could you plzz do an imagine of you not feeling well throughout the day and Harry comes hone and is kinda pissed at you for some reason and you suddenly faint while you arguing. After in the hospital he feels so bad and is worried and it ends with fluff
Enjoy! Requests are open!
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Ever since you woke up this morning, you’ve been feeling a bit...off. Not the “I’m getting sick” or “something bad is about to happen” kind of off, but there was something that tied a knot in the pit of stomach that has remained there ever since. When you first woke up, you noticed Harry, your boyfriend of almost one and a half year, being gone, even though he was supposed to have few more days off to spend with you before going to do his shows in Australia. You at first hestitated to text him, but you did anyways, asking him where had he gone, but received no reply. Deciding against doing something more or less productive while waiting for Harry to return, hoping he had only ran out to catch some take out, since you had been craving it during the night, even going as far as waking your him up in hopes that he might go and fetch you some, but without a luck. As you tiptoed down the downstairs, the cold floor hitting your bare feet, a sudden feeling of dizziness took over you, making you grip the shelves on the wall next to the stairway, accidentally knocking over a few of Harry’s old childhood pictures, most of them gifted by Robin on his last birthday. Seeing the pictures lying on the floor with shreds of glass around them made you even more dizzy, as Harry had been having a hard time coping with the sad news ever since he passed away. Once you had gained your ability to walk and see straight, you wasted no time in trying to clean the mess up, hoping to fix the broken frames before Harry notices something being out of place, seeing that these were somehow similar to the frames you had recently bought and still had in spare. But the recent mishaps seemed to be following you around as you went, and, as you were picking up the last small pieces of the remaining shreds, a sudden bolt of the door shutting startled you, making you accidentally cut yourself in the palm of your hand. Harry’s heavy boots echoed though the otherwise empty and quiet house, making you inwardly curse to yourself for being so clumsy, knowing a storm is about to hit you.
“(Y/N)! Where are you? I bought some food I thought you might like, to make up fo- what is this?!” He asked in disbelief, at first not noticing you crouched over the broken frames.
“Harry, I-I can explain, I’m so-“
“Sorry? You are sorry?! You broke them!!! With the pictures Robin himself gave me as a present!! How could you be so heartless?? You know how much they mean to me!!” He raged, kicking the bucket full of scraps, sending them flying across the floor. He bent down, trying to pick up the pictures himself, with you trying to help.
“Leave it, you have done enough already” he spat, gripping your wounded hand in order to stop you from even touching them, making pain shoot right through you.
“Harry, I said I’m sorry, it was an accident...” you breathed out, silent tears sliding down your cheeks.
“No. No, (Y/N). Don’t start this. At first you cancel our last night’s plans, because you “just felt like staying in”, even though we were not the only ones going and I had to find a silly excuse as to why, then you wake me up god knows how early just to tell me that you want food, and now this! What is wrong with you?!?” He fumed, but his rant became more distant with time and once again the feeling of dizziness took over you, this time sending you in the depths of darkness, making the shards of glass pierce your skin as your body hit the floor.
Harry’s POV
I was livid. The last few days have been a mess - so much to do, yet so little time. Not to mention the lack of sleep. The making of new music, arranging the new additional tour dates and interviews, making sure I get everything done before I take off to Australia was taking its toll on me. And her. (Y/N). God forgive me for leaving her like this the whole time. I’ve missed her so much, and the thought of me leaving her has been driving me mad. Especially this time, even though I cannot fully understand why. Every minute spent together with her has been leading me to the edge of breaking, either in tears or rage, and this time rage took over. It’s not like she has done anything wrong, no. It’s just that the more time we spend together alone, the more I don’t want to leave, making me consider postponing the tour, to which my management would never agree to. And the fans...
Last night we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner with my team, making it important to actually show up, since I was the one who initially came up with the idea. Having to lie made me angry, not because I could not understand that (Y/N) was not feeling her best, but the fact that she realised that only an hour before the actual meeting, making me look bad infront of important people. Even though I was more than glad to finally get a good night’s sleep, (Y/N) decided otherwise, which is the reason for my cranky mood today, since I had refused to get up, guilt eating me, as I felt her shuffle further away from me, mumbling a “sorry” as she did so. Waking up this morning, however, was when I decided I cannot keep up my behaviour and took a drive to the nearest take out place, knowing very well she would forgive me for being a massive dick. I don’t even want to talk about what happened when I arrived home. Something inside of me just snapped...
Seeing her fall, however, was the worst feeling I’ve felt in a long time. Watching the love of my life fall on top of a layer of scraps that I had initially scattered there in the fit of rage I was having, made me sick in my stomach, and seeing her unconscious and bleeding just about broke my heart. I rushed towards her and craddled her in my arms, shaking her for the dear life, hoping to see her beautiful eyes look up to me, telling me that this was all just a bad dream, and that everything is alright...
Once I took her to the hospital for the doctors to take care of her and find out what caused the fainting, praying to myself that I was not the reason behind it, I couldn’t help but to fear the worst. I kept repeating everything I said to her in my mind, wincing at how rude and unnecessary that was. I couldn’t help but to sob next to her bed, praying for her to wake up and forgive me, to hold me the way I’m holding her now and to tell me that everything is okay. That it will be okay... It will, right?
When the doctor came in, I couldn’t help but to jump up from my chair, asking him to give me the answers I oh so desperately wanted to know.
“Mr.Styles, you have got to calm down. The stitching was done professionally, so the scaring will be little to none with the right precautions taken. The fainting, however, is something I am more concerned about..” the doctor trailed off, making my heart sink.
“Wh-what is it?” I sniffled, not caring about anyone noticing my current state.
“Well, she has been lacking on the intake of vitamins, which, in her case, has lead this far, thus harming her immune system, not to mention the stress, but with the right diet and excercise, they should be fine.”
“I-I’m sorry, did I hear correct? They?”
“Oh, yes, they. She is pregnant!”
Don’t ever leave me
A Harry Styles imagine
Based on this request:
Hi! Could you, please, write a Harry imagine about you leaving your home to go for a walk and your phone runs out of battery, so Harry can’t reach you and is very worried and stuff? Make it all fluffy!!! Thanks!
Requests are open! Enjoy!
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It was a quarter past eleven PM. You and Harry were both sprawled across the livingroom couch, wrapped up in both fluffy blankets and each other’s arms. Muffled and rather quiet sounds came from the Notebook playing in the background. This was your second time watching it tonight, as thrilling as it may sound. Even though Harry loved the film from the bottom of his heart and every time watched it with the same amount of enthusiasm, the rough this week’s schedule had completely drained any signs of energy left in him, only faint snores came out of his nose as he slept on the softness of your chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist.
After laying there for what seemed like forever, you finally decided that you are not ready for your bladder to burst just yet, so you tried to pry yourself out of the tangle of Harry’s limbs. Once you finally stood up, satisfied with the fact that Harry had not even moved an inch during your grand escape, you made your way towards the bathroom. As you were washing your hands, you noticed the bright full moon shining over the beautiful landscape in front of your window, making you yearn for a nice walk in this beautiful autumn night. Making sure Harry was sound asleep, you put on warmer clothes, remembering to take your gloves out of Harry’s coat pocked, quietly chuckling to yourself at the fact that he stole them this morning, because “the wheel was too cold to properly drive”, not because he in general was freezing his limbs off, just pretending to be more masculine infront of you.
Once you were set to go, you put in your headphones, locked the door and left. Every step you took in the beat of the songs that did not make it to Harry’s album, your mood and spirits lifted, and even the chilly air was not enough to make you regret the decision of leaving the warmth of your home. After being out for what seemed like only fifteen minutes, the weather all of a sudden changed into one that London oh so dearly knows - it started to pour. Looking at your surroundings, you got a bit confused, as the neighbourhood did not seem familiar anymore, you checked the clock in your phone, only to be met with a notification that your phone only has 1%. Cursing to yourself you noticed the time - 1:17AM. What seemed like only half an hour turned out to be almost two. Realising that there is no way you could use the phone, who had now turned off completely, to call a taxi or use Google maps to find your way back, you decided to turn around and try to remember the unusually random path you took, inwardly being angry at yourself for not following Harry’s rule not to wander around places you have never been to before. After what seemed like five hours, you finally saw the oh so familiar park near your home, relief washing over you, as you finally understood your whereabouts. Approaching your home, now freezing, since it was still raining, you noticed lights illuminating the windows, and a confused expression took over your face. Once you opened the door, you heard heavy and fast steps coming your way - Harry, dressed up seemingly ready to head out, with worry painted all over his beautiful face.
“Where have you been?! It’s almost 4AM! I’ve been worried sick for hours! Where is your phone?!” he angrily shouted, but worry was latched onto his every word.
“Baby, I’m sorry, I went out for a walk, but kind of got carried away. My phone ran out of battery, and I kind of got lost” you quietly said, not wanting to get him more worked up.
“Got lost!?? What did I tell you about wandering off?! It is NOT safe for you to be alone in a city like this!!” He spat, the vein in his neck showing itself prominently, and his hand ran trough his freshly cut hair. After a minute of silence, a sigh left his lips.
“Come ‘ere” he ordered, patting his lap.
You took of your boots and tiptoed to where he now sat on the couch. Once you sat down, his arms tightly wrapped around your trebling figure, embracing you in a warm hug.
“I was worried sick, I drove around the block for almost two hours with no sign of you. I was ready to head down to the police station” he whispered in your hair, kissing it as he did.
“Don’t ever do that again, or I will have to chain you up or something” he said jokingly, but you knew more than well that he meant it.
“I promise I won’t, ‘m sorry” you said and laid a soft kiss on his cheek, making the embrace to get tighter.
“I love you so much, babygirl, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. I would be ready to kill anyone trying to harm you” he said with a clenched jaw, his voice cracking every once in a while as he spoke.
“I know, baby, I know.”
The two of you got up and went up to your shared bedroom, wrapping yourselves in the warmth of your blankets, as Harry pulled you close to his chest, making sure you don’t get a cold after tonight’s events in the freezing weather. As you slowly drifted away in the dream world, Harry whispered sweet nothings into your ear, while stroking your hair the way you loved, the last thing you heard being:
“Don’t ever leave me.”
Missing you
A Harry Styles imagine
Based on this request:
hiiii!!! so i'm really wanting to read something like "y/n woke up cuddly", please. ❤
Hope you like it! Requests are open!
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Waking up on Sunday has always been something you’ve looked forward to, no matter how weird it may sound. Ever since you and your boyfriend Harry moved in together, you’ve made an agreement that on this day it will be just the two of you spending your day off, whenever you get the chance. It’s been a long and tiring week for the two of you, so you knew getting out of bed early won’t be an option, and that made you feel perfectly content...At least until you woke up to realise that there is no one sleeping next to you.
You propped yourself on your elbows to get a better view of your shared bedroom, seeing both of your yesterday’s clothes on the floor after the rather steamy events. Harry’s phone and wallet, however, were no longer on his bedside table where you last saw them, which made you frown. You took your phone and checked the time - 9:16AM. The notifications on your phone consisted of the usual news reports, some friends wanting to arrange plans and someone liking your latest post every once in a while. No messages from Harry. You took off the blanket, crawled out of the bed and slowly padded to the bathroom, not wanting to make a lot of noise, even though there was no actual reason to do so. After doing your usual morning routine, you exited the bathroom and tiptoed down the stairs, secretly hoping that Harry has been making breakfast the whole time and you will be able to get your long deserved cuddles, which you have been craving ever since you woke up. Walking into the kitchen made disappointed find its way into the pit of your stomach, seeing that not only there was no food ready to be devoured, but also no Harry and his strong arms to hold you. I know, priorities. Before getting slightly irritated by the fact that he has left the house without making sure you knew as to where, you heard the front door unlock and Harry’s heavy Chelsea boots making their way into the house, making a relieved sigh leave your mouth. You then propped yourself on the dark marble counter of your kitchen, slightly wincing at the cold surface hitting your bottom and making you shiver.
Harry, on the other hand, took of his boots, happily humming a new tune he had come up with when he woke up this morning, seeing you sound asleep by his side. Even though he did not want to leave you, breakfast for two sounded good enough to leave the warmth of your body and to head downstairs in order to cook a mean French toast with eggs and bacon. To his surprise there was no food left in the refrigerator, his only option being grocery shopping, which is exactly what he did, hoping to be back before his love woke up. Unfortunately for him, after taking his boots and coat off and making his way towards your shared bedroom, forgetting the shopping bags by the door, as he approached the room, he noticed you no longer sleeping as the little angel you are, very well knowing you never wake up this early, and a worried expression made its way onto his face. As he hurriedly headed towards the bathroom, hoping to see you there, he was met with the soft voice he had fallen for when you two first met.
“Are you looking for something?” You spoke up.Harry quickly spun around, his green eyes meeting yours, worry leaving his body as he takes in your appearance - hair disheveled, cheeks red and lips puffy as usual, begging to be kissed, your body only clad with his dress shirt from last night, baring the right amount of skin to get Harry worked up, his breath heaving.
“Morning, love. What are you doing up so early? You got me worried for a second here.” Harry said while making his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.
“I woke up and you were gone, I thought something happened..” you sofly said and looked up to him with your puppy dog eyes, making Harry inwardly curse.
“Oh, baby. I was doing some shopping, we must’ve forgot to buy more food, the fridge was empty” he reassured while stroking your hair, making you sigh.
“I missed you, Harry. I was hoping for some cuddles when I woke up” you sadly said.
With that Harry picked you up and took you to your bed, softly landing the two of you on its soft surface.
“I missed you, too, babygirl” he said, wrapping his arms around your warm body, and kissed your forehead, his scent enveloping you as you slowly fell back asleep in the arms of the man you love unconditionally, while Harry himself thanked the lucky stars for having someone like you by his side.
status = missing one direction
Five wise men once said this:
i saw this picture on someone’s tumblr:
AND I AM SO APPALLED BY THIS.
because
a) if larry ISNT real, you are ruining CHRISTMAS for everyone.
b) even if it is, why PRESSURE them on Christmas day?
c) why do it at all, it’s none of your freakin’ business.
If you don’t want to see this...
MASTERLIST
All my shit is also on archive of our own if you vibe with that better
CARL GALLAGHER:
Hey Beautiful: in which Carl goes to buy Nick a bike and decideds this is the perfect time to make your life hell.
LIP GALLAGHER:
Whatever the Outcome (Complete):
1. Not Alone: in which Lip needs your help to convince Amanda to speak to the board regarding the picture she leaked of Helene, and you’re coming for blood.
2. Breaking the Glass: in which the hearing of Lip Gallagher and Professor Helene Runyon is today. You watch it all unfold, it seems, with your hands clasped tightly over your eyes.
HARRY STYLES:
A Drunk Video: in which you and Harry get absolutely wasted and make a decision to make a YouTube video. It was probably a bad decision.
PETER MAXIMOFF
How (On Hold):
1. Something Had Happened: in which you occupy a position in S.H.I.E.L.D. As the person in charge of hiding and rehubilitating superheroes, you never expected to be tasked with hiding someone from another reality.
2. Brown Eyes Unsure: in which Maximoff is a stranger to this reality. What were your options, and could he be trusted?
STILES STILINKSKI
The Poly Teen Wolf Rewrite No One Asked For or PTWRNOAF for short (please don’t call it that) PTWR? Idk just say Poly Teen Wolf and I’ll get it. ):
1. Bodies, Bites, and Bitches: in which you and your best friends prepare for sophomore year only for corpses, animal bites, new abilities, and a chilling red head keep your gang from having a normal first day.
A Drunk Video
Rating: Teen and up
Paring: Harry Styles x fem!reader (platonic pairing only)
Word Count: 3,641
Summary: You and Harry get absolutely wasted and make a decision to make a YouTube video. It was probably a bad decision
Warnings: lots of swearing, sexual themes but they’re all joking, WAP, small slut shaming
A/N: listen this was a fic I wrote aggggges ago. I just suddenly remembered it and wanted to share my sins with the masses. I’m not going to apologise for doing what’s RIGHT.
You hummed as you trotted up the stairs of the very modern apartment building. The grey walls were spotless and the bright white lights hung low.
You furrowed your eyebrows as you stepped onto the fourteenth floor landing. Why the hell did Harry even have an apartment? He was rich enough to buy a mansion. You contemplated this as you moved along the hall. Looking for the familiar 1402.
You smirked to yourself and knocked on the door. A few moments passed and the door swung open revealing the rock star himself. Harry’s Los Angeles apartment was very sleek. Harry in plaid pajama bottoms, a black jumper, and fuzzy socks, was not.
“Well someone looks comfortable for four pm.” You teased as he smiled at you. He nodded and opened the door wider to let his friend in.
“Had a rough night so I just wanted to be comfortable.” He said running a hand through his hair. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, not wanting to openly stare.
“Rough night hmm?” You teased again, a grin on your face. Harry rolled his eyes and nudged your shoulder.
“I might’ve binge watched that show you like. The entire show.” Harry mumbled as he fell on his couch. You snickered as you slid down next to him. Harry groaned and moved so his head was on your smaller shoulder.
“You binge watched Sherlock in one day? I’m impressed.” You laughed out as you ran your hand through his messy hair. Harry nuzzled more into you, trying to feel more of you scratch his head.
“Benedict Cumberbatch is.” Harry moved away slightly to put his hand in the air. He made the ‘okay’ sign and you laughed.
“That he is.” You nodded as Harry settled back down onto you. You two laid like that for a few minutes. You absentmindedly twirling and scratching Harry’s hair as you stared out of the giant windows making up his far wall. The busy Los Angeles evening greeted your site. It was comfortable.
“You want to order some food?” Harry spoke, his voice completely muffled by your shoulder. You smiled down at him. You were sure that if anyone could see you, they could tell how much you cared for the man. It wasn’t a romantic adoration, just true love for another person without expectations or further meanings. You just simply loved him.
“If you want. Pizza?” You asked, making you feel Harry’s smile press into you. He shifted so his head was lying on your lap. Harry stared up at you before closing his eyes peacefully.
“Read my mind.” He hummed as you ran a hand through his thick hair again. You smiled softly and brought your phone out of your pocket. You two ordered a pizza each and remained cuddled up until the doorbell rang.
Harry sighed and untangled himself from your lap. He padded over to the door as he ruffled his hair, trying to get it to appear less flat. He opened the door and greeted the delivery man with a smile.
You picked at the threads of your ripped jeans and flowed into the kitchen. As Harry was talking, you grabbed some plates and cups and brought them to Harry’s small glass table.
“We should film something for your channel.” Harry said as he closed the door behind him, the boxes being clutched in his arms. You smiled at him and nodded. You always felt a little guilty whenever you featured Harry on your channel. You never wanted for him to feel as if you were clout chasing. You were friends with him before you became big on YouTube and you wanted him to remember that.
“Yeah, we could sing some songs. Make it stupid.” You mused propping your chin on your hand. Harry smiled as you, dimples popping. He served you a slice and sat next to you in his seat.
“Make it stupid.” He agreed. The two always made sure that if they were going to post something, it had to be for laughs. Anything serious between you two was unheard of.
You had been a part of the Eroda music video. You had actually helped direct it. You and Harry had been drunk in Peru when the thought struck you both, and it was a collaborate idiotic idea that created the music video. To say that a few months later, you were dressed with weird hair as Harry sang to a fish, was serious? Absolutely not. You two just wanted to make something stupid. And you both fully succeeded.
As you two ate, you brainstormed on what you were going to sing. With a few glasses of wine in your stomachs, you had both equally bad ideas.
“Fuck.” You hissed as you accidentally spilled your wine on your clothes. Harry giggled as he eased the glass out of your hands.
“I think you drank too much,” He smiled and you couldn’t help but smile back. “I’ll go get you some clothes. You probably have some here anyway.”
You tried to dab the wine off you, but rolled your eyes. It was pointless. As you started to drum on the table, Harry chucked some clothes at your back. Your mouth opened in shock and you flipped him off.
You just pulled your shirt off and put a loose grey shirt then your short shorts on. Your usual go-to sleep clothes. You didn’t really care that you were changing in front of Harry. Lord knows you were comfortable enough with each other to see each other in your underwear. You looked up and Harry wiggled his eyebrows at you.
“Let’s get this show on the road then, pop star.” You giggled as you leaned over and ruffled his hair. Harry looked at you lazily and watched you with half closed eyes. You wiped your hands on your shorts and set up your camera, focusing it on the two couches by Harry’s TV.
“Looks like we’re filming a porno.” Harry snickered, a wide smile on his face as he wiped his eyes. You smiled at him and flipped him off.
“You wish.” You sang as you put your laptop on his kitchen counter. You leaned forward and began typing with a smirk on your face.
“Imagine if we did have sex though.” Harry said. You furrowed your eyebrows and turned to look at him over your shoulder.
“Boy, I love you, but you are not touching me. Especially when we’re both drunk.” You said with a slight grimace. Harry pouted and leaned back in his chair.
“You take the fun out of everything.” He giggled and leaned his elbows on his table. He continued to watch you and a big smile spread over your face suddenly. You looked over at him with an evil glint in your eyes and Harry gulped. He especially didn’t like it when you gave him that look. The last time you turned to him with the evil eye, Harry had been convinced to be strapped onto a helicopter for the Sign of the Times music video as you laughed from behind the camera.
Little did Harry know you had picked a song conviently called Harry by Kelsey Karter. Kelsey wrote the song about your friend here. She posted a picture on Instagram with a tattoo of Harry on her cheek promoting the song. You had found it when the picture came out and it was honestly a banger. You also adored that Kelsey did it all for a publicity stunt and the tattoo wasn’t even real. Genius.
“Come to the couch H.” You teased as you hit record on your camera. Harry narrowed his eyes at you and fell over the back of his couch and laid down long ways.
Harry watched as you said your intro a few times. You kept stumbling over your words in your intoxicated state and that for whatever reason made Harry giggle. You flipped him off and smiled at the camera sweetly.
“This is my friend Harry,” Harry smiled, his dimples popping as he waved to the camera. He slouched down in his comfortable clothes, matching your attire. He was sure that once this video aired he was going to be clowned for how domestic you both looked, but he didn’t care. The sight of you two so content and in a state of bliss was very rare. You scrunched your nose at him. Something he returned happily.
“We’re going to sing you some songs, if you like. Harry, you want to go first?” You asked him as you cocked your head to the side. Harry tapped his chin in mock thought and shook his head.
“Your channel, you can go first.” He said, his voice drawing out slowly. You smirked and nodded.
“I’d like to just say that me and Harry are both pretty drunk. Also we were talking about porn earlier so there is slight context to why I’m doing this.” Harry put his head in his hands and groaned. He knew that you were carefree enough to be okay with putting that on the Internet and he just had to accept that. And be prepared to put twitter on silent.
You walked over to Harry’s kitchen counter. Your laptop was opened and shining brightly in the slightly dim room. You tapped on it, making sure to keep it from the camera and Harry’s pryful eyes.
You smirked as the music started and fluffed your hair as you walked over to Harry. You tugged him to sit up on the couch and began to sing.
“I blacked out, passed out, first time we met. It wasn't drugs, could be love, but it's probably sex.” You sat on the couch next to him and at ‘sex’ you put a hand on his thigh. Harry raised his eyebrows at you as you smiled and continued to sing along with the recording.
“Cool stare, greased hair curled around your eye. I wanna take a dirty picture, send it to your mind, I'm not just thinkin' 'bout you.” You ran your hand through his hair again and Harry smiled a little wider. You moved your hand down to his neck and ran it down to his chest.
“I'll treat you better than the girls you're hangin' out with. Take you to heaven and I'll show you all around it. I'll never ever let you down. Ooh.” You moved off the couch and circled to the back. Wrapping your arms around his neck and leaned down and sang into his ear. You blew in it making Harry giggle as a drunk flush came over his features.
“Harry. I'm gonna make you love me, you’re gonna make me breakfast. It's a secret just between us we can keep it low-key. I ain't being funny, you should be so lucky to put your, put your velvet arms around me.” You fell over the back of the couch like Harry did earlier. But this time you put your legs around his waist as you made him wrap his arms around your shoulders. Harry laughed at this and bobbed his head to the music, showing to you and the camera that he didn’t care for your sexual intentions just as much as he knew you didn’t care to really make it sexual.
“I'm g-g-g-g-gonna make you love me.” You sang and they both tried to not burst out laughing.
“Yeah, I'm staring at you in the magazines every day. Feel like I'm seventeen never been touched this way. I'm thinking 'bout you.” You rolled off him to sit on his coffee table. With idiotic acting you crossed your legs and pulled up one of the magazines that was laying there. You gazed over the top of it with a smirk and Harry wiggled his fingers in a wave.
“I'll treat you better than the boys you're hangin' out with.” You bit your lip and leaned back on the coffee table. You knew you looked like an idiot, but that was the point.
“Take you to heaven and I'll show you all around it. I'll never ever let you down. Ooh Harry.” You rotated your head like a snake charmer and at the beat dropped, you sunk to your knees in front of Harry. He laughed and spread his legs so he could look at you.
“I'm gonna make you love me. You're gonna make me breakfast. It's a secret just between us we can keep it low-key. I ain't being funny. You should be so lucky to put your, put your velvet arms around me.” You tried not to laugh as you stood up and started to dance ‘erotically’. Harry leaned back and pretended to make it rain on you.
“Oh, Harry, Harry. Mmmm, Harry.” You got back on the floor and crawled the short distance to the couch. Making sure to overemphasize your shoulder blades moving.
“Oh, baby, I'm gonna make you love me. Yeah. So put your, put your, put your arms around me.” You sat next to Harry and pushed him to lay down. As you hit the end of the lyrics you laid across his body as Harry laughed obnoxiously.
“I'm gonna, I'm gonna. Gonna, gonna make you love me. Harry!” You sat up and started to twerk horribly on him making Harry cover his face with his arm and he tried not to cry laughing. You made your voice crack on the last note of the song and Harry couldn’t help himself. He tackled you off the couch as you doubled over laughing.
“Are you trying to get me hard in front of all of these people?” Harry joked hovering over you. You snickered and looked behind you at the camera. You caught your breath and nodded at Harry with a grin to match his.
“Mmhm.”
“Well it didn’t work so that’s embarrassing for you.” Your jaw dropped in mock offense and Harry narrowed his eyes at you. You both stared at each other in silence for a few seconds before Harry lost it and you both started laughing again. Harry rolled off you, still giggling.
“So that was Harry by Kelsey Karter. I actually showed this song to Harry. We both had a very entertaining time.” You said, popping up to talk to the camera. Harry put his head on your shoulder and smiled.
“My song is a lot less suggestive. Because this is a family show,” Harry cut you off and you covered your face with your hand. A bright smile spread across your face. Harry leaned forward to look at you.
“Or is itttttt?” You both said and were sent into a new fit of drunken hysterics.
“If you could take that seat there,” Harry said as he pulled you back onto the couch that he was sitting in earlier. He skipped over to your laptop and began typing.
“Get ready to get your panties wet.” He said loudly, making you laugh. You knew you were going to have to edit that out but for now you just laughed at Harry’s brash, drunk personality.
He cleared his throat and clicked play on you laptop. Your mouth dropped. He was not doing this on camera for potentially millions to see. Holy shit.
“Whores in this house. There's some whores in this house.”
You covered your mouth as Harry moved around and danced like a weirdo. He started doing the robot and you leaned your head back in a cackle. You were so fucking glad you were filming this.
“I said certified freak, seven days a week. Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak!” Harry rapped out choppily and started dancing again. You watched him make up horrible moves and he started doing the dance routine One Direction always did which made you almost jump out of your seat.
“Put this pussy right in your face. Swipe your nose like a credit card. Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside. Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes. This pussy is wet, come take a dive. Tie me up like I'm surprised. Let's role play, I'll wear a disguise.” Harry rapped, gaining more of a flow the longer he rapped. You were surprised at how well he knew the lyrics. He spun around his living room and you laughed again.
“I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage.” He yelled, dropping to his knees. You shoved a pillow over your face to keep from screaming as tears of laughter rolled down your face.
“Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me. Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me. I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be. I'll run down on him 'fore I have a n**** running me. Talk your shit, bite your lip.” Harry spit out. He put his hand over his mouth when the n word came up and then he slid forward grabbing your hand. He put it to his heart as he rapped.
“Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy. He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy. Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy. Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy.” Harry winked and lay on the coffee table with his arm propping his head up as he laid down.
“Look, I need a hard hitter, I need a deep stroker. I need a Henny drinker, I need a weed smoker. Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra with a hook in it, hope it lean over.” He pointed at you and your smile widened as you wiggled your shoulders and mouthed out ‘Yass’.
“I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp. I wanna gag, I wanna choke. I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat.” At this Harry slid off the table and brought you to stand with him. He moved around and horribly tried to ballroom dance as you laughed so hard you could barely hear the blaring music of Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.
“Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating. Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in. Never lost a fight, but I'm looking for a beating.” Harry twirled you out of his arms and punched the air to the sound effect of the fighting bell. You were feeling inspired and started to twerk like Tina Belcher. Harry tried so hard to not laugh, he almost stopped rapping.
“In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya. If he ate my ass, he's a bottom feeder. Big D stand for big demeanor. I could make you bust before I ever meet ya.” Harry spun you around and winked obnoxiously.
He dipped you and you pushed him off as you fell to the ground. Your laughter took over you. You did not expect him to rap about getting rimmed, but you were so glad you were recording.
“If he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name. Ah.” You couldn’t help yourself and you started rapping along with him.
Harry jumped on his couch and pulled you up with him. You both just jumped around and laughed as the music continued to play.
“Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy.” Harry wiggled his shoulders like ‘the wobble’ as he slowly snuck to his knees on the couch.
“Now from the top, make it drop. That's some wet-ass pussy.” At this, Harry grabbed the back of your knees and pulled them to him. You shrieked as you fell on his body and you both laughed as you fell onto the couch.
“I'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP.” You couldn’t help but shout this with Harry and you rolled off him and onto the floor.
You propped your chin on the couch as he circled it and stood behind it. With his hands on the back he leaned down so you were a few inches apart.
“That's some wet-ass pussy. Macaroni in a pot.” he whispered leaning way to close to you. You fell back and hit the coffee table with a bang. You clutched your elbow in pain, but kept laughing at him. Harry couldn’t help himself and as the song finished up. He just doubled over the couch and cracked up.
The song started over, but you both were too far gone from laughing to pay attention. Harry’s apartment was full of laughter as your faces went red and you gasped for breath.
“Harry oh my god!” You shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He slapped his thigh and as he giggled.
“We’re making ourselves appear as a pair of sluts.” You said and pushed off the couch to stand up. Harry giggled and nodded.
“Less suggestive my ass.” You teased with a smirk and Harry snickered.
“Yup!” He exclaimed. Harry hopped over the back of his couch to sit down as he tried to regain his breathing. You moved to sit next to him. You were both flushed with big smiles and you waved at the camera.
“Bye!” You yelled and Harry waved too. You moved to turn the camera off and you plopped back onto the couch.
“What the fuck even was that video?!” You exclaimed and Harry smiled at you and shrugged.
“Just say we’re drunk. Then everything makes sense.” He said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You nodded and covered your face with your hands. You knew this was going to break the internet and honestly you couldn’t wait.
For my sad peers 🚬✨
For my peers who feel second best ✨
the difference between “I know the script inside and out, I have read the novel, and this is the kind of project I want to be my next film because I believe in the political relevance of its message” and “I wanted to act again”
Don’t think about Louis proposing again when he gave Harry back his ring.
Don’t think about Harry eagerly awaiting when he’d get his ring back, but not knowing when or how.
Don’t think about Harry trying to guess and Louis just laughing and being all coy.
Don’t think about Harry knowing that he finally got his ring back the entire time he was doing press in Venice and how giddy he was that even after over a decade Louis still knows how to surprise him.
"Matilda... Maybe it hits a little different when wearing a rainbow tracksuit."
-Harry on singing Matilda in his outfit tonight.
Love On Tour 2022: New York City, Night 4. (26 August 2022)
Louis and Harry sing about so many different sides to their love but I think, what's so lovely is that they speak of a gentle, patient love that's worth it. Reassuring. One where they see each other at their vulnerable, their ugly, their lows and highs and still consider it worth it. Because that just how real love is. Not easy but worth it and it needs commitment and patience and it's a theme that shines in their music.
My policeman was so important to him
— Harry on My Policeman
me filling the room with negative energy bc i don’t wanna be there:
As It Was by Harry Styles
Sliding down the bed
Some cute stuff because why not. Not proofread btw !
Harry could tell you the first time it happened in a heartbeat. A month into their relationship and at his house.
She had come over for a date night, Harry had cooked some veggie pastas with a bit of pesto sauce. They had watched a movie, the Notebook precisely, and of course, had done the nasty before going to sleep.
It was around two in the morning, when Harry woke feeling a bit cold and confused.
The space beside him was empty and cold, meaning she had left a few time ago already. When he sat up to look at the time, Harry felt a mass ogling his leg.
And there she was, legs dangling out of the bed, on her stomach. Her left arm was draped over his legs while her right arm had slipped under the small of his back, fingers gripping his love handles.
Harry’s heart fluttered. There was something very intimate about her position. The fact that they were both naked, for starters, but also the way her head rested against his thigh, her cheek squished against his soft skin, close to where his most intimate region was, felt way more intimate than a simple naked cuddle.
She was too beautiful, and looked too peaceful to be woken up. Harry laid back down softly, and with a dreamy sigh threaded his fingers through her hair.
The second time it happened was well deep into their relationship. They were in Italy, on a rented yacht away from preying eyes. They had fell asleep on this big mattress to the sounds of waves crashing against the boat.
Harry was the first to wake up, feeling too hot and sweaty down there. He raised his upper body on his elbows, having a feeling that the reason behind his sweatiness was his girlfriend. And there she was again, spread against him.
Harry laughed, this time was more funny and cute than intimate. She was laying between his legs, arms around his middle and her head resting on his pelvis. If anyone saw, it might have looked like she was not sleeping, judging by the fact that her mouth was literally open and drooling on his crotch.
That thought spurred something in him, and well Harry didn’t woke her up, but little him did.
Some jackass jerk off
Harry Styles x Reader.
ANGST : In which Farah and her Bestie Maddy attend Love On Tour Wembley 4 and things take a turn for the worst. But, Harry is here to save the day.
A/N : men are trash, and I’m speaking from experience.
Request are open !
Wembley stadium was more than alive tonight. People were dancing crazily, not having a care in the world whether they’ll be judged or not. In this fandom, if he dances, you dance too.
Harry was having a blast tonight. It is his fourth night in a row at Wembley, his family and friends are here, the fans are singing and dancing. Everything goes well for him.
But not for everyone.
Farah and her best friend Maddy are enjoying their night. They say the pit is the worst place for a concert, and Farah should have listened to her friends when they told her. But in her and Maddy’s opinion, the more expensive, the better.
Just as the first notes of Satellite echoes around the stadium, Farah feels someone touch her back. It was a light touch, like someone's fingers, so she didn’t give it a second thought. Probably the girl dancing behind her. However, the second time she felt being touched, the young woman turned around. She was ready to tell the girl to stop it before her eyes were met with masculine ones. He was tall and overlooking everyone in front of him, looking straight at the stage. His hands were in his pockets, and his body rigid, as if dancing in general was a curse.
Just as Farah was about to tell him to stop touching her, Maddy grabbed her shoulder. “ It's weird ! Why is he staying on the front stage ?” The young woman looked toward the front stage, where effectively, Harry was staying. She is right, they are almost at the end of the chorus and Harry hasn’t moved. People in the pit are whispering. “ Did he hurt himself ?” “Where are the stomps ?”
Just as Farah was about to answer her friend, Harry grabbed his microphone and walked straight to the left catwalk, close to the two girls. “ Oh my god girl !” Maddy jumped in ecstasy when the singer stopped right in front of them, as if he was serenading them.
Farah swung her arm around her friend’s shoulders and swayed awkwardly to the music. Still dancing, their eyes were glued to the artist, his voice was joyful, but his eyes were serious, as if was trying to read into someone’s mind.
Right at the end of the chorus, Harry locked eyes with Farah, concern showing on his face.
Are you okay ? He mouthed to her.
Farah smiled, and internally screamed. As she opened her mouth to say “yes”, she felt something warm land on her bare back, as if someone was squeezing a bottle of lotion on her. Utter confusion spread on her face, what is it ? Just as she was debating to turn around and check, Harry yelled at the top of his lungs to stop the show.
No need to say that she wasn’t the only one to be confused.
“ Are you okay ?” Farah ignored the artist and turned around. Even though her subconscious was screaming at her that there was no need to check - because deep down she knew what it was, she had to.
The first thing she notices is that the tall guy is gone, then she sees two girls looking at her back with shocked expressions. One of the reacts faster than everyone around and reaches for Farah’s arm. The second person to react is Maddy, grabbing her shoulder to tell her that it’s okay, that it will go away, and the third person is Harry.
“ Can someone get her out of here ? A woman ! And for God’s sake find that dude !” His voice is louder than the whispers of the stadium. People have their phones out, recording him - recording her. Tears welled up in her eyes and soon enough Farah was a sobbing mess.
Harry could hear the heartbreak and the embarrassment in her sobs. He felt helpless. Just as two women from his security team reached for the young girl, Harry jumped off the stage. Some girls screamed in excitement but most of them knew from the serious look on his face that he wasn’t here for hugs and kisses. He then proceeded to walk behind them out of the pit and into a more secured arena.
“ Some fucker jerked off on her !” Maddy roared to the security staff. “ Have you seen what he looked like ?” The tallest woman asked. “ Of course not ! It was too fucking dark to see !”
Harry looked at Farah, the poor girl was shaking. He took the towel and the bottle of water from the other woman’s hands and then proceeded to pour some on the fabric.
“ What is your name, love ?” Harry asked gently. He could hear the stadium rumbling with impatience. He hoped no one took it as their cue to leave, because the show was far from being over.
“Farah.” The young woman answered. Clearly, if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn't have heard it.
“ Farah, I'm gonna clean you up a bit, if it’s alright.” She nodded and he began to clean the covered skin of her back. It wasn’t even his body but gosh, Harry felt disgusted for her. Now that he thinks about it, he kind of feels guilty, as if he could have prevented it from happening. But the truth is that he couldn't have.
Just as the star was about to clean the top of her pants, his manager Jeff came running to him. “ Mate what happened ? You shouldn’t be down here !” Harry knew Jeff was right, but he couldn't help it, he had to help her.
“ I know. Listen, in my dressing room, on the couch, I left my track pants, the black ones. Can you bring ‘hem to me please ?” The slightly older man agreed and went backstage. “ Farah ? My friend went to get you a new pair of pants okay ? We are going to find somewhere private so you can change, okay ?” The young woman nodded in her friend's arms. “ We’ll get you guys some seats in the vip section, yeah ?” Maddy looked at him with pleading yes and said thank you.
A few minutes later, Farah was changed into Harry’s pants. “ Are you sure you are okay ?” The woman nodded, still shocked from what had happened. “ I’m so sorry. If I had known-”
“ You couldn’t, it’s okay. Thank you so much.” Farah leaned into Harry’s arms and without any second thoughts, he wrapped them around her with a secure grip.
“ If there is anything I can do, tell me alright ?” Farah hummed into the crook of his neck. In any other circumstances, Harry would have felt uncomfortable, but right now, he just couldn’t. It was wrong of him, the timing was right, but having her in his arms this way, comforting her as best as he could, that felt right. Harry leaned back and put his hands on both sides of her face. “ We will find him, okay ?” Farah closed her eyes and nodded.
Out of nowhere, Harry kissed her forehead. “ I have to go back on stage. Jeff is going to lead you to your vip box, okay ?” He said in a small voice, as if the moment was just reserved to the two of them.
“ Okay, thank you.” Harry shook his head. “ No need to thank me, love.”