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justmeinatree · 10 months

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So Bright Sometimes

Summary : Part 2 to Step Into The Light … harry’s wish comes true.

TW : smut

Word Count : 2.1k

you were now sitting in the green room, all of the dancers sitting around, some eating snacks, almost everyone on their phones, completely ignoring each other.

you were all waiting for the okay to leave, the director wanting to check over a few shots to make sure everything was perfect before sending anyone home.

a young man steps into the large room, a few people looking up expectantly, hoping to be get the go ahead to get out of here.

“which one of you is y/n ?” he asks loud enough for everyone to hear, making you get up and make your way towards him.

you weren’t formally introduced to him today, but you definitely recognize him. he must be harry’s PA, as you’ve seen him bring water, towels, snacks, even a hair clip at some point.

by the time you reach him, everyone’s back to their phones, not caring about your interaction at all.

“hey,” you smile warmly, not thinking much of why he was here for you. “do they need more shots ?”

“no, i just have a message for you,” he smiles just as politely, handing you a note and heading out without so much as another word.

you open the folded piece of paper, reading the words quickly scratched onto it.

still dripping ?

come to my dressing room.

-h

and fuck, you hadn’t thought about it since you walked away from him, hours ago now. assuming you had to shove that encounter to the depths of your brain in an effort to protect your sanity. but the words he’s written down send a pool of heat into the pit of your stomach.

with one more quick glance around, to confirm that no one is paying too much attention, you head out of the green room, in search for harry’s dressing room.

you walk down the long hallway, taking note of the signs on the doors as you pass. green room 2. women’s bathroom. janitor’s closet. men’s bathroom. green room 3. equipment storage. then finally, a computer printed paper with the words harry styles - dressing room.

you take a deep breath in an effort to calm yourself. because really, this is high up on the crazier things you’ve done. you shake off the nerves, your knuckles rasping against the door.

a moment later, the door is creaking open, harry standing on the other side, smiling cheekily as he notices you.

“i take it my message was delivered ?” he chuckles, ushering you in, and closing the door behind you.

“it was indeed,” you giggle, feeling a wave of nervousness. you weren’t exactly sure what was okay for you to do.

harry steps towards you, standing in front of you, his hands hovering by your hips, “can i still touch ?”

“yeah,” you breathe out, nodding at him, as you tilt your head back to make eye contact with him.

during the video shoot, you couldn’t let yourself think too much about it. but now that you’re alone with him, and you’re really letting yourself look at him, you take in how gorgeous he is.

harry had changed into some faded blue jeans, and a thin white tshirt, dark splotches visible where tattoos litter his torso. his lips are parted slightly, tongue poking out to lick them.

his hands make contact with your hips, over your shirt so as not to push any boundaries, his eyes locked on yours, “i’ve never really done anything like this.”

“why me then ?” you ask softly, curious as to how on earth you’re the person he meets, that breaks his rule.

“because you’re the first person that makes me achingly hard during a video shoot,” he hums, fingers squeezing on your hips. “and you’re the first person that’s honestly made me contemplate dropping to my knees, opening my mouth, and waiting for you to drip on my tongue.”

a small whimper leaves your chest, hands gripping into harry’s shirt, over his pecks. his eyes rake over yours, watching the effect he has on you.

he drops his head forward, nose rubbing up against yours as he speaks quietly, “will you let me ?”

“let you what ?” you ask, just as quietly, eyebrows furrowing slightly, lips chasing after his.

harry pulls away just slightly, not letting your lips connect quite yet, tutting at you playfully. “easy tiger,” he hums, one hand raking up your body, fingertips gliding over your hip, the dip in your waist, ribs, stopping right under the swell of your breast, teasing touches making you quiver.

“what do you want, harry ?” you ask, desperate for anything. anything he can think of. anything he wants to ask of you. right now, it’s an automatic yes. you wanted him. you were entranced by him.

he hums, thoughtfully, his nose dragging down the side of your cheek, lips randomly peppering soft kisses as he makes his way to your ear. “want you to let me get on my knees for you,” he whispers, lips trailing over the shell of your ear. “want you to drip right into my fuckin mouth,” he adds, biting into your earlobe and tugging on it.

you whimper louder this time, unable to hold it down, as your head tilts back, displaying your neck to him. silently asking for more.

“look at you,” harry groans, his hand gliding over the underside of your breast, traveling up your sternum to rest on the side of your neck, thumb stroking over the column of your throat.

harry peppers soft, sucking kisses into the other side of your neck, murmuring, “fuckin exposing yourself to a stranger. so needy for it aren’t you, darling ? can’t fuckin wait to fix that.”

“fuck, harry, please let me kiss you,” you whine, gripping into his hair and tugging as hard as you can, trying to pull his head out of your neck.

it elicits a loud, breathy moan from harry, his lips crashing onto yours in a heated, needy kiss. both of you have teased each other to no end throughout the day. there was no time to waste now that you could finally give in to temptation. it was all tongue and teeth and uncoordinated bliss as you finally felt each other the way you were both dreaming about.

harry quickly drops to his knees, unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs, helping you step out of them. he admires the large wet spot on your panties, his fingertip reaching out to lightly rub over it.

the teasing touches are making your head spin, the heat in your lower stomach growing more and more, your arousal fogging your brain.

“can i see you darling,” harry asks, fingers dancing along the edge of your panties, in your inner thigh.

“please harry, please,” you groan, hips bucking, searching for any kind of friction, your pussy aching.

he pushes your panties aside, eyes meeting your bare cunt, a string of arousal connecting your folds to the panties he’s holding to the side.

his other hand urges your thighs apart, watching you spread for him, eyes raking in your sopping, swollen cunt, “christ darling, you’re so fucking wet for me.” his fingers reach out, stopping just a hair’s width from actually making contact with you. “can i touch you ?”

you can feel the presence of his fingers without actually feeling him, and your brain is going numb. you needed to feel him. “harry please just fucking do something,” you beg quietly, needily.

the permission you grant him, unfortunately doesn’t give you everything you’d hoped and wanted. his touches are so gentle, barely any pressure, as his fingertip tease your entrance, watching the fluttering of your cunt, arousal pooling more and more.

“fuck, please harry, i need more,” you whine breathily, hands starting to tremble as you reach out for his hair, trying to move him closer to your cunt.

“not yet,” he shakes his head, despite the death grip you have on him, he’s quite stronger than you. “you’re going to give me what i want. i promise it’ll be worth it, sweetheart,” he hums, eyes locking with yours, making the heat pool even more in your centre.

harry’s eyes roam over your body, making their way back down to your pussy, smirking as he pulls his fingers away, watching your arousal drip beneath you.

“that’s it, darling. knew you could be so good for me,” he groans, positioning himself closer to you, lowering himself with his mouth open, tongue sticking out.

he watches as your pussy clenches, your body absolutely reeling at what he’s doing. what he’s making you feel, while barely having touched you. he watches as your cunt drips, tongue darting out to catch it.

harry moans, finally getting a taste at you. he’s instantly addicted. instantly needs more.

his tongue darts out again, colliding with your heat, lapping up your juices, tongue digging into you to scoop out as much of your sweet nectar as he can.

he moans loudly, the sweetness of you overwhelming his taste buds, gripping onto your hips and thighs to hold you steady.

your body jolts, not expecting him to flip like a switch. from barely noticeable touches to full on slurping from your cunt, your brain takes a moment to catch up.

your knees buck, loud moan leaving you as your body finally gets some much needed relief.

harry’s hands on your hips help to hold you up, pulling away from your pussy to stand up, walking you backwards towards a couch. “sit sweetheart, you’ll be more comfortable,” he smiles at you, dropping back down to his knees.

his mouth doesn’t make contact again, as you were expecting. his fingers, instead, reaching out to explore your folds. his middle and ring finger pairing up, roaming up and down over your entrance, adding more and more pressure.

eventually his fingertips breach your centre, as a loud whimpery breath overtakes you, head falling back against the couch.

harry works his fingers in deeper, admiring as your cunt willingly sucks them in, desperate for anything he’s tempted to give you.

once he falls onto the spongey spot inside you, he watches your thighs try to clamp shut on his wrist. “no,” he groans, prying your legs apart. “let me make you feel good.”

his fingers keep working a steady rhythm over your sweet spot, thumb beginning to stroke over your clit.

your eyes roll back, body shivering, as you’re an absolute moaning mess. no one’s ever simultaneously found both your most sensitive spots before. he knew what he was doing to you, that much was clear.

harry adds pressure to both your swollen button, and sweet spot, clamping them together between his fingers.

the air is knocked out of you, harry rolling his fingers together, as you gasp to take a breath, body shaking.

your entire body was on fire, skin prickling, you were burning up. you couldn’t catch your breath, all of your senses on overdrive. it felt like your soul was trying to scratch its way out of your body to escape the stinging, burning, hell that is the current state of your skin.

“c’mon, know you can do it. know you’re feeling so good right now. let go for me, darling,” harry mumbles into your skin, kissing over your inner thighs.

your fingers grip into his hair again, needing something to anchor yourself to, as your orgasm rips through your body, tearing you apart, leaving you in shreds.

erratic breathing, quivering body, overheated skin, throat raw from all the moaning, lungs burning from the gasping breaths. it was everything you needed. ever bit of relief you were craving. and more.

harry slowly dropped his grip on your heat, pulling his fingers away, dragging them up your body to slip past your lips.

you moan again, loving an opportunity to taste your cum, tongue swirling around his fingers, flicking over the tip, lapping at the underside, just as you imagine doing to his cock.

“such a pretty mouth,” harry coos, having picked himself up off the ground, looming over you, feeling what your tongue has to offer.

“gonna let me taste you now ?” you ask, a smirk playing at your lips, sucking his fingers back in, moaning as you work over them.

“get on your fuckin knees,” he grumbles, gripping into your hair, tugging you off the couch, taking your spot for himself, as he shimmies out of his pants.

you position yourself between his knees, biting on your lip, as you look up at him through your lashes, hand palming over the tent in his briefs.

“how much will you let me do ?” you ask, your tongue swiping over his clothed cock.

“m’all yours sweets,” he smiles breathily. “wanna feel all the talent that mouth has to offer.”

“good answer,” you smirk. “because i love putting my tongue inside people too.”

Part 3

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tags : @illyanam1011 @marvelsbitchh @gem1712 @amateurduck @its-murphy-time @rueluvsharry @buckybarnessimpp @lexiecamposv

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #smut #harry styles smut #harry styles masterlist #harry styles writings #lights up #one direction #writings #justmeinatree

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delicatepointofview · 2 years

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Love Of My Life — Toronto, Canada. Night One. (15/08)

#harry styles #stylesnews #stylesedits #hledit #hlcreators #hljournal #1dsource #gif*#this coloring....... goddamn it #you start thinking it'll fit the whole thing but the lights keep changing #i gave up #he's still way too pretty to be allowed #flashing tw

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avatar-of-procrastination · 2 years

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LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles.

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room.

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch.

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you.

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving.

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly.

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..."

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

A security guard knocked on the window, causing you guys to jump apart. Harry scowled at the man before getting out of the car and leading you into the main halls of the local art gallery. You loved art and were waiting to get a chance to visit this one. You looked over in surprise and Harry simple smiled, nervously. He led you into the main hall which had an immaculate painting of two interlaced swans.

Gulping lightly, Harry turned towards you.

"The song I played before? I mean every word of it, babe. I'd follow you to the ends of the world, without blinking an eye. Everyday I constantly find myself doing stuff to see you smile. Its the most precious thing in the world. I'll help you through all the highs and lows of your life if you'd let me. Would you, the love of my life, make me the most damn luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He bent down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box, with the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

You were ecstatic at the act. Your mind went on overdrive and you found yourself imagining a life with Harry as your husband. You nodded excitedly, unable to form coherent words, tears streaming down your face. Harry slipped the ring into your finger and kissed you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw tears in his eyes.

"Here's to more late night takings"

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braverytattoos · 1 year

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Lights Up Pride Flag in Guadalajara

#YAS #tw flashing #harry styles #harry #hs #hslot #hslot guadalajara #lights up #hlcreators #hledits #trackinghome #i missed her

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crurulbysarchive · 1 year

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10/17/19 “dykwya”

#girlrry #lights up #OH MY FODDDDDD #FUCKKE #LIKE #SHES SO PERFECT #harry styles fanart #crurulbys

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takemehomefromnarnia · 2 years

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Please reblog!

#rainbow direction #rainbow lights up #love on tour #harry styles #harry and rainbows #happy pride #HSLOT #project

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hldailyupdate · 2 years

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The fans during Lights Up! ✨

Love On Tour 2022: Paris. (5 July 2022)

#harry styles #harry update #love on tour #love on tour 2022: paris #lights up #video #twitter #social media #july 2022

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lunarheslwt · 4 months

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I'm never coming back down // Step into the light

#thinking of lights up again #I have the song tattooed on me like #moodboard #harry moodboard #hlcreators #hledit #hljournal #hlsource #harry edits #lights up #lyric art #harry styles #tracksintheam #trackinghome #trackinghappily

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stylesrecord · 1 year

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LOVE ON TOUR – Los Angeles (11/15) Figuring out the names of fans

#harry styles #gif #love on tour #la12 #okay i'm scheduling this because there is no way it will be posted if i don't #also do not mind the coloring the yellow lighting in this video was absolutely killing me i could only do so much without giving up </3

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justmeinatree · 9 months

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I’m Not Ever Going Back

Summary : Part 3 to Step Into The Light … you get your wish.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut

Word Count : 1k

harry groans at your confession, his head tipped back against the couch. as he feels you trying to work his briefs down, he raises his hips, shimmying, his cock finally freed, briefs discarded on the floor.

you bite your lip, your eyes level with his cock, as you’re on your knees, on the ground, between his legs. your hand reaches out, fingertips gliding up and down his shaft. it was so velvety smooth, you were absolutely entranced.

harry was losing his mind, the featherlight touches were somehow making him impossibly harder, his cock aching almost painfully.

your tongue pokes out, lapping up against his balls, not ready to give him the touches he’s been longing. you were desperate to see what you could do to him. you wanted him to beg, just like he did to you.

you tap his inner thigh, looking up at him through your lashes, “put your foot on the couch.”

harry obliges, not thinking twice, giving himself entirely to you. fuck, he doesn’t remember ever being so horny. spending an entire day being teased and touched, he wasn’t sure how much else he could take.

with harry’s foot now perched on the edge of the couch, his hips right on the edge, you had the most perfect angle to do what you loved most.

your mouth works its way down, from his balls to the soft smooth expanse of his taint, in sucking kisses.

harry’s body trembles as your lips connect with the sensitive spot, a loud moan ripping through his chest, “fuck, that’s so good. do it again.”

so you keep sucking, nipping, licking, anything you can think of to turn him into a withering mess, while completely avoiding his puckering hole. you notice it twitching every time your spit leaks down, harry’s legs shaking, his hands in tight fists against the couch.

you lap up at him, loving the noises you’re pulling out of him. all of the whines, whimpers, breathy pleas for more, more, more.

with time, you let your tongue catch on the rim of his hole, harry’s entire body jolting, hands gripping into your hair tightly, eliciting a groan from you.

“fuck, fuck, i need more. need more, please,” he whines, hips bucking towards your mouth, searching for that feeling again.

you decide to give into him, tongue swirling around his tight ring, muscles spasming uncontrollably. you make sure to get him nice and wet, his moans getting louder and needier.

your tongue pokes out, slipping past his spit drenched hole, licking at his insides.

harry’s chest is raising rapidly with every deep breath he works into his lungs. his grip into your hair has tightened significantly, stomach muscles twitching with every pass of your tongue over his inner walls.

“christ, poppet, s’so good. fuck,” he groans particularly loudly as your tongue collides with his sweet spot. “m’all yours pretty girl, do what you want with me.”

you hum against him, pulling your mouth away momentarily, replacing it with your thumb, gently massaging his hole.

harry wines in protest, making a small giggle leave your lips, “dont be greedy. just wanna watch for a minute.”

and so you do. with the angle of your face buried in his ass, you couldn’t take in how beautiful he was while he was falling apart.

his white tshirt is stuck to his torso, sticky with sweat. his hair is completely disheveled from the thrashing of his head. his arms and legs trembling in ecstasy. his cock was standing tall, angry red, feeling completely neglected. he looked properly fucked out. properly fucked out from just your tongue. you can’t imagine how fucking beautiful he’d look if you were giving him more.

“you’re so pretty, harry,” you whisper, before your brain had time to catch up. and although it was the truth, you weren’t quite sure you wanted him to know that right now.

you watch his reaction to your praise, his entire body rolling up as he bites his lip, “you make me feel so good, poppet.”

you dip down, your mouth working over his now abused rim, one hand reaching out to give some much needed attention to his cock, stroking it in a loose fist.

the whimpery, breathy moan that he let out was probably enough to make you cum again. he was so blissfully pornographic sounding. you weren’t sure why you’d expect any less from him.

you tighten your grip on harry’s prick, your tongue reaching that sensitive spot inside him again. he’s cumming instantly, without any warning, hot ribbons of spunk are shooting out of him, landing on your hand and his stomach.

you work him through it, milking him until not a drop is left inside, harry shuddering a bit from overstimulation, his grip on your hair pulling you away from him.

you work your way up his body, licking up the remnants of his orgasm on the way, cleaning his skin up completely, moaning at the taste of him.

harry watches you in awe, scooping up his cum with your tongue, eating every bit, happily.

you keep the last bit on your tongue as you reach harry’s mouth, slipping your tongue through his lips, depositing his spunk in his mouth, kissing him hard.

harry groans at his taste, mumbling against your lips, “fuckin dirty girl, aren’t you ?”

you whimper, nodding, biting into his lip as a loud knock can be heard at the door, both of you stopping cold, hearing the voice bellowing through, “if you’re about done harry, it’s time to go.”

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tags : @illyanam1011 @marvelsbitchh @gem1712 @amateurduck @its-murphy-time @rueluvsharry @buckybarnessimpp @lexiecamposv

#harry styles #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles smut #smut #harry styles masterlist #one direction #lights up #harry styles writings #writings #justmeinatree

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louisplumpyass · 1 year

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she is beauty we are world class and lucky again is for harry styles

#she is beauty we are world class #she #lights up #faith in the future #fine line #louis tomlinson #harry styles #louis and harry #larry #larry stylinson #stylinson #harry and louis #larries #one direction #one direction fandom #lucky again

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raspberryzingaaa · 24 days

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Every time I find myself enjoying a song and then realizing that its Harry Styles, I die inside a little. I feel like I'm committing treason to all Retail Worker Kind

#nia post #i started retail in 2020 and harry styles was my mortal enemy #as it was and watermelon sugar are like sleeper agents for me #also blinding lights. and most secular christmas music #just immediately puts my hackles up

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manchesterau · 2 years

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3 YEARS OF LIGHTS UP

Dir. Vincent Haycock

#*#harry styles #lights up #stylesedits #hlcreators #.gifs #my edit #why not lolll

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harry-styles-obsessed · 2 months

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Coming out

Request: when Harry released ‘lights up’ it helped me come out to my family but I struggled to tell them everything and I was worried that they wouldn’t accept me. But I was wondering whether you could write something about Harry being the readers brother or something and her finding solace in him and coming out as Bisexual? Thank you!!

A/N: I’m proud of you for coming out!! I absolutely love writing sweet stories like this. Thank you for the request!!<3

What do you mean I’m sorry by the way. I’m never coming back down. Cant you see? I could but wouldn’t stay. Wouldn’t put it like that. What do you mean? I’m sorry by the way never coming around. It’d be so sweet if things just stayed the same… all the lights couldn’t put out the dark running through my heart. Lights up and they know who you are know who you are do you know who you are? Shine—

An abrupt knock at the door which was very loud forced your eyes to flick up from your laptop as they landed on your brother his brows raised and expectant look on his face as a small sheepish smile tugged at your lips before you pulled the earbud out of your ear Harry’s voice getting distant as you removed the other headphone, “sorry. What did you say?” You asked “you want to come out to dinner with me and gem tonight? Just us three. On me. That fish place in town” amusement slowly wrapped around you and you let out a soft giggle “that fish place sounds kinda concerning… do you mean that fish and chip place?” “It’s the same thing y/n! God… well?” Your lips turned further upwards as you tried not to burst out laughing “yes I’ll come with you both. As long as you don’t hand me a live fish…” “y/n! Christs sake.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before groaning— oh the sibling rivalry would never get old. “You’re unbelievable” he muttered shaking his head “I know. I’m very special. Favourite child” you placed your hands under your chin posing playfully, Harry scoffing “shush. Be ready alright? We’re leaving at 6” he spoke giving you a pointed look “that’s 18 o’clock alright” he spoke, teasing you, making you look up from your computer and glare at him. “I struggle with numbers shut it!” He shouted at him, Harry laughing as he left your room heading into his own as you scoffed looking back down at your laptop. It was a rarity that Harry would come home… especially at a time like this— and to have both older siblings at home was even more rare but you weren’t complaining. You were just excited to spend time with them both.

A few hours had passed and your eyes were beginning to get tired from the constant texting back and forth. You were messaging the prettiest girl you had laid eyes on and well you were falling for her. You knew you were bi-sexual from a very young age but you were afraid to openly admit it. You didn’t care what anyone else thought about your sexuality— the only person you cared about was Harry and your family. It scared you because you were worried about being rejected or receiving homophobia because of it. Sure harry had helped tons of fans come out on stage but that was on stage…. It didn’t effect his every day life… and openly outing yourself to him scared you shitless.

A blush had remained on your face for the past twenty minutes and you couldn’t shake it. You didn’t know how to act— how this girl you had known for maybe a month or two was now suddenly making your stomach erupt with butterflies. You glanced down at the time.. 5:44. You were a bit hesitant but eventually you closed your laptop, standing up from your bed as you quickly left your room rushing down the hallway and to Harry’s where you hesitated before sighing bringing your hand up to knock on the door firmly but gently all at once. “Come in”

His voice called and you hesitantly opened the door poking your head in seeing him on his side scrolling on his phone not looking at you just yet but when you didn’t say anything he looked at you quirking a brow at you— phone lazily sat in his hand “you okay?” You remained silent feeling your cheeks heat up further. God this was a bad idea. Why come to your fucking brother about it?! Why not Gemma first?! Fuck fuck fuck “y/n” your eyes met with his again “are you feeling okay? You look a bit flushed” he spoke your eyes widening slightly before you closed the door pressing your back against it your eyes remaining locked on his. “What-“ “your song.” Harry paused furrowing his brows “my song?” “Yes your song harry. Lights up… what— what’s it about?” He studied you trying to figure you out before he sat up straighter phone now discarded onto the bed beside him,

“Finding yourself. People can take away anything they want from it. It’s multilayered. Has many different meanings…” he shrugged lightly his attention completely devoted to you. “That’s very vague.” You spoke with a nervous smile and he raised his brows before sighing “it’s a Saturday y/n. My brain is not working right now… but… I’ve seen fans come out with it. You know? The song helping them find themselves.” He murmured softly not giving anymore examples as you didn’t let him, instead quickly sitting on the bed in front of him “promise you won’t hate me?”

“Y/n what have you done?”

He raised his brows in slight concern “I’m bisexual.” Those words left your lips faster than your brain could comprehend your eyes straining to focus on Harry, looking for any negative connotations or any negativity but you found none instead his lips curled upwards dimples slowly appearing before he let out a small laugh “what?” You asked anxiously “I’ve known since you were 12.” He spoke making your eyes widen your cheeks flushing red “wait— what— how— I didn’t tell anyone I–“ you became flustered but he only smiled “I saw the way you looked at certain girls…. Plus the way you dress is a dead giveaway.” You glanced down brows raised “that’s not a bad thing.” He assured with a small chuckle “and the way you act. You’re very flamboyant.” He spoke with a tender grin your face slightly pale drained of colour as he studied you carefully “you aren’t angry, right?” You asked Harry raising his brows “y/n why on earth would I be angry? Of course not” he spoke quickly reaching out to you and enveloping you in a tight hug “you of all people should know you can be yourself no matter what… fuck what anyone else things… no one else cares. They only care if they’re into you. And if they care because they’re homophobic then screw them— right?” A small chuckle leaves his lips and you laugh quietly holding onto him tightly feeling your eyes prick with tears ever so slightly “right.” You murmur softly.

“Someone has a problem with you being who you are then let them have a problem. They have nothing better to do than be keyboard warriors so let them do their shit.”

“Keyboard warriors? Harry you’re 30 not 17” you giggled out Harry smirking slightly before rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m glad you aren’t angry.” You murmur as he gives you a squeeze “you’re the only person who knows.” At those words Harry pulls you back hands rested upon your shoulders as he gazed down at you “really?” His smile grows as you nod “well…. Thank you for telling me. I’m proud of you.” He spoke softly pulling you in for another hug, soon hearing an abrupt knock

“Harry you told me 6 on the dot and it is now 6:15…..” Gemma’s annoyed voice rang from behind the door and you smiled slowly pulling away “let’s get going.” You stood up only to be stopped by Harry grabbing your hand making you look at him “I mean it.” He spoke softly his eyes searching your face “I’m proud of you.”

Be you always.

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