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hemmoangel20 hours ago
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for personal reasons, i will be donating all of my funds to the production of this film. 馃ズ馃ズ馃ズ
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theinferno8302 days ago
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if anyone is selling harryween general admission tickets for 10/31, please message me!!! i鈥檓 willing to pay a good bit especially since grad season is upon us and i鈥檓 a senior in high school, but please be REASONABLE in your pricing!!!
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directionersbabies2 days ago
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Tommo eating a burger
Never thought I鈥檇 find someone eating a burger 馃崝 so cute 馃グ
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directionersbabies2 days ago
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LOOK AT HIS LITTLE CLIPS!馃挅馃挋
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zarryscheeks2 days ago
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"There were once 5 staying UP ALL NIGHT to TAKE US HOME while we made MIDNIGHT MEMORIES but only remained FOUR who made it to the AM.."
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alieninvadedmebody2 days ago
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Stars lit on a summer sky,
The moon's laughing at my lonely sight,
I wish I don't care but I really want you here...
Harry bit his lower lip; trying not to smile. The only thing that would make Louis a poet is having a few shots and maybe good five pint of beer. Other than that, he was probably too bored to do anything while waiting for Harry's return from his film set. His sketch note was opened as he was laying on the floor, snoring softly with a pencil on his right hand still. Those scribbles were one paragraph long but the only thing Harry could read was the three beautiful written stanza.
L : Didn't hear'ya coming in, Harry. *rubbing his eyes while yawning* H : Ouh I didn't mean to wake you up. I was going to have a quick bath and come back to snuggle with you. L : Well, love. Spooning on this comfortable pink thick rug of yours is not really ideal. A big ass king size bed would do. *winks at Harry* H : *gasps naughtily* Mr. Tomlinson. Are you trying to seduce me? L : Might as well find out it yourself, Mr. Tomlinson.
Harry couldn't stand the flirting that is going on between them. Not with that eyes staring up and down at him with the grin plastered across his husband seducing face. He did the same flirty tongue thing that he gave only to Harry for the past ten years. He giggled and quickly threw himself on Louis' and steal a kiss and two.
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harrysddtittys4 days ago
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AN: Hey. I know I鈥檝e been gone for a while. I鈥檝e had a lot of ideas recently but writers block is keeping me from doing anything with them. I鈥檓 working on quit a few things though, but for now have some smut for you guys. I hope you like it. 馃檪
Masterlist Requests
Concept: Y/N and Harry have morning sex.
Pairing: Harry x female Y/N
Warnings: Smut, fluff, swearing, prob typos.
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Good morning, love.
The sound of the birds chirping outside, and the cars zooming up and down the street pull you out of your deep sleep, as you lay awake resting your eyes for a moment, trying to gain the energy to open them.
When you open you鈥檙e eyes, the first thing you see is the certain swaying, from the light breeze coming from the cracked window, the light seeping in from the open blinds. You were suddenly in a good mood. One of those moods where you just know it鈥檚 going to be a good day.
You suddenly remember that Harry is in bed behind you. You look down, and see his arm is draped over your waist, his hand resting limply on your hip, and his cross tattoo prominent in your line of vision. You can hear is heavy, but steady breathing in your ear, letting you know he was still asleep. You turn your body to face him, causing him to stir in his sleep. He doesn鈥檛 wake up though, draping his arm back over your body the way it was, once you鈥檙e done moving around, and continuing his heavy slumber.
You run your fingers through his crazy hair, staring at him in complete adoration. His long eyelashes. His curly, unruly hair. His soft, pink lips that were slightly parted, letting out soft snores. The tattoos trailing up is arm like art. He鈥檚 gorgeous. He suddenly inhaled deeply and stirred again, rubbing his eyes and groaning in the process. He was waking up.
He finally opens his eyes, you being the first thing he sees, looking at him with a smile on your face, causing him to smile. Your smile was always so contagious for him. 鈥淲ha鈥檙 you smiling at?鈥 He asks, voice groggy from not being used for so long. 鈥淵ou.鈥 You say matter of factly, as if he should know. He giggles, shaking his head before yawning and stretching, letting out very loud grunts that would鈥檝e been really obnoxious if you weren鈥檛 in such a good mood.
When he鈥檚 done he turns back to you, gazing into your eyes again. 鈥淵鈥檏now, love, it鈥檚 a bit weird to stare at someone while they鈥檙e sleeping, in鈥檌t?鈥 He teases with a furrow of his eyebrows, his accent thick with sleep. You blush, burying your face in his neck. He laughs at your embarrassment. 鈥淚 love you.鈥 He whisperers, kissing the top of your head.
Instead of saying it back with words, you lock your lips with his, and he doesn鈥檛 hesitate to kiss you back. The kiss was short, ending with you pulling away. Harry wanted more though, as he reconnects your lips to his faster than you pulled away.
He puts his hand on the side of your head for a bit of leverage, tugging at the roots of your beautiful hair, causing you to moan into the kiss. The kiss is deep, and passionate. Neither of you want to let go any time soon. Getting into it, he pulls away only long enough to push you onto your back, and get on top of you straddling you, but keeping himself propped up so that he doesn鈥檛 crush you.
The cover slides off of him, revealing his already naked body, which doesn鈥檛 surprise you considering he doesn鈥檛 typically sleep with anything on. He moves away from your lips to the sensitive spot on your neck underneath your ear, causing you to let out a soft moan, grabbing him by his hair. He likes that reaction as he suck harder, nibbling at the skin for sure leaving a hickey there that you鈥檙e gonna have to work at covering up.
You can feel him pushing himself against you for friction, driving you absolutely mad. He abruptly pulls away from you and grabs you by the collar of his big shirt that you weren鈥檛 wearing anything underneath, and pulling you toward him, forcing you to sit up. You look down, and see how hard he鈥檚 gotten, making you more excited than you already were.
He catches your glance and smiles. 鈥淪ee what you鈥檝e done t鈥檓e petal?鈥 He says, pulling the shirt from over your head swiftly, before taking his big hand to your chest, and pushing you back down to lay on your back. He looks down at you in awe. 鈥淵鈥檚o fuckin鈥 beautiful.鈥
He leans back down kissing your neck again, taking one of your boobs in his hand, needing and squeezing it like his own personal stress ball. He trails tender kisses down your neck, shoulders, and chest, stopping at your nipple, lightly sucking on he sensitive area. He takes his hand, moving it down your stomach, all the way down to where he wants you most, moving his finger in between your folds and stopping just at your opening, catching you off guard and causing you to gasp.
He peppers kisses down your stomach, rubbing your thighs, taking his time with you. He wants to appreciate every inch of you.
He finally gets down to where you want him most, pressing a soft, wet kiss to your core. He takes his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them as far apart as they will go. He presses his lips to your fully exposed thighs, sucking at the fleshy skin.
He looks up at you to see you with your eyes closed, in a heaven. To pull you out of your trance, he unexpectedly pushes two fingers into you, hard.
鈥淗arry! You almost yell. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, hitting the spot at the perfect angle, causing you to not even be able to think straight. 鈥淲hat is it baby?鈥 He asks in mock confusion. 鈥淒鈥檡ou like that?鈥 You nod harshly, with your lower lip between your teeth, and eyes screwed shut. 鈥淯se y鈥檞ords pet.鈥
鈥淵es!鈥 You cry out, squirming beneath him. He moves his face down towards your clit, wasting no time flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves over and over again. 鈥淗arry! Fuck!!鈥 You yell out.
It doesn鈥檛 take long for you to feel the pressure bubbling up in the pit of your stomach. 鈥淗arry I鈥檓 gonna cum!鈥 You warn. He keeps going for a couple more seconds, building up your excitement. Right when you were about to reach your high, he pulls his fingers out of you, and moves his tongue away from your clit.
鈥淗arry, please.鈥 You beg pitifully, desperate for the release he鈥檚 not letting you have. He comes up and hovers over your petite figure, looking into your pleading eyes. 鈥淲hat, baby? What d鈥檡ou want me to do.鈥 He asks, pretending like he doesn鈥檛 know exactly what you want.
鈥淔uck me.鈥 You say impatiently. 鈥淵鈥檞ant me t鈥檉uck you, love?鈥 He says, rubbing his hard cock against your pussy dripping with pre cum, making you whine with desperation. 鈥淵es.鈥 You reply. 鈥淧lease, H.鈥 You all but beg.
He immediately positions himself at your entrance, and pushes himself into you slowly, causing you to moan in relief. 鈥淪hit.鈥 Harry seethes at the contact. He stays still for a second, giving you a second to adjust to his size, before moving himself in and out of you. He lifts up one of his legs, and gets in a position as if he鈥檚 down on one knee, hitting the spot perfectly, causing your eyes to roll back.
鈥淥h fuck- shit!鈥 You curse, wearing your legs around Harry鈥檚 torso and digging your nails into his back. 鈥淔uckin鈥榚ll鈥 Harry says loudly, as his thrusts start to get sloppy, and less controlled. He puts one hand around your neck, making you scream, and holding onto the headboard of the bed with the other, throwing his head back in pleasure.
You open your eyes to look at him, wanting to see his pleasure. The golden cross chain Harry forgot to remove before he fell asleep last night dangled from his neck, yet he was so lost in such a sinful act to notice.
You soon started to feel the sensation in your lower stomach again, letting you know you were close to your release again. 鈥淗arry, I鈥檓 close.鈥 鈥淢e too.鈥 He says, completely out of it, and his face contouring with pure bliss. His thrusts get even sloppier but harder, as both of your moans get louder, and more urgent.
鈥淗arry I鈥檓 gonna cum!鈥 You yell. He moves the hand around your neck down to your clit, working you through your orgasm. 鈥淟et it go. Cum f鈥檓e baby.鈥 He encourages. 鈥淥h my- holy shit!!鈥 You yell as you feel yourself tightening around him. Harry cums at the same time, slamming into you, releasing into you, grunting in the process. 鈥淔uck!鈥 He says loudly.
When the both of you come down from your highs, he pulls out of you slowly, watching his load flow out of you. He looks at you, and sees that you鈥檙e eyes are closed, as your moth hangs open and your naked chest puffs up and down with you鈥檙e heavy breathing. He gets up and walks away, causing you to open your eyes, confused as to where he鈥檚 going.
Suddenly you hear running water, but only for a second before he comes back to you with a wet rag. 鈥淟e鈥檓e clean you up, lovie.鈥 He says sweetly. He takes the warm damp rag in between your legs, wiping you down carefully.
You wince slightly at the sensitivity. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry, petal.鈥 He says sincerely, trying to finish up as fast as he could. when he was finally done, he walked away again to get rid of the towel, before coming back and laying beside you.
You cuddle up against him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. 鈥淚 love you.鈥 You whispered. He gives you a soft kiss on the lips. 鈥淚 love you so much more.鈥
You guys lay in each other鈥檚 arms, enjoying each other鈥檚 company before Harry breaks the silence. 鈥淲hat d鈥檡ou wanna do today?鈥
Sorry. I didn鈥檛 know how to end it. I鈥檓 a virgin so I don鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e supposed to say after LMAO
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hazbbyhaz4 days ago
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sleepless I harry styles
twenty four
synopsis: the party cleanup
disclaimer: mentions of selfharm, mentions of scars
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just remember that sometimes, the way you think about a person isn鈥檛 the way they actually are - John Green
At 3am the party had finally started to die down, people slowly funneling their way out. And by 3:30, All the guests were gone, leaving Avery, Harry, and Francis. Avery was on her fourth cup of coffee, the caffeine keeping her awake enough to not pass out on the couch. Everyone was sitting in the living room, strewn around the space. All of them winding down from the energy that the party created. It was silent. Serene. Comforting, in a way.
Harry was the first to move, starting to pick up the mess that swept the entire flat. Avery and Francis joined him soon after. They collected all the cups and plates that were scattered about, bringing all of them to the kitchen. Francis washed the dishes, Avery dried and put them away, and Harry made several trips around the apartment to collect all the trash.
Avery was lost in her own world, taking her time in drying the dishes and figuring out where they were kept. A tap on her shoulder had broken her from her trance. When she looked back, she saw Francis with a big soapy beard on his face. His jaw was completely covered in bubbles.
鈥淗ow do I look, Avery?鈥
鈥淎bsolutely fabulous, if I do say so myself.鈥 They were giggling like children, the sound echoing through the kitchen.
The laughter had Harry making his way to the source, and the sight in front of him had him laughing too. It was nice seeing Avery and Francis smiling and laughing. It was something that he hadn鈥檛 seen in a while, mainly from his friend. Maybe this party really was what he needed. Maybe this was a fresh start.
鈥淎lright Old Saint Nick, let's get the kitchen cleaned up, after that we are finished till the morning.鈥
Harry chuckled, throwing a towel to Francis, and after he wiped his face clean, they continued. The rest of the dishes were washed and put away, the counters were wiped down, and the floors were swept. Avery had the cake she made in her hands, about to put it in the fridge, before she heard someone protest.
鈥淣ope. You're not putting that masterpiece away until you try a piece.鈥
Francis hastily took it out of her hands, grabbed a paper plate, and cut a small slice out of the cake. He just about shoved it into her hands, not taking his eyes off of her until she took a bite. "It's very sugary," She said, grimacing as she swallows her first bite. "I think I need to cut down on that the next time"
"I think it鈥檚 great," Francis shrugs, getting a new fork to take a bite from her piece. "I mean, considering this is one of your first cakes, this is amazing."
"Thank you." After tasting the cake herself, Avery doubted that he was telling the truth. It was awful. "Harry, you try a bite" She holds the fork out to Harry and he doesn't even take the utensil from her, but eats it straight from the fork. The silly action instantly made her blush, All the heat rushing to her face and making it beet red. But the redness of her cheeks quickly vanishes as Harry loudly coughs, and nearly downs a whole glass of water after swallowing the small bite of cake.
"I'm sorry, Ave, but..." He takes a breath. "that is revolting. Francis, how are you just eating that?" Avery giggles, looking over at Francis, who has almost finished her piece.
"I can feel the cavities forming in my teeth..." He takes another sip off his water.
"I like it." Francis concludes with a shrug. "Anyways, Avery, are you staying here or should we take you home? I can play my charm and convince Mrs Sheffield to give us her car keys."
"It's 4am," Harry frowns.
鈥淭rust me, she loves me!"
They keep bantering back and forth while Avery contemplates if she should stay or go. She had been with Harry for a majority of the weekend, rarely leaving his side. She didn鈥檛 want to overwhelm him. Didn鈥檛 want him to get tired of her presence or feel like she was clinging to him. "You can stay, Ave. It's no problem." Harry says, bringing her back into reality with his green eyes looking into her own.
"I don't want to bother you guys"
"You're not bothering anyone. Stay. I can walk you home after breakfast"
Her gaze moves over to Francis, who was putting the cake back into its container. She was looking for him to protest, for him to say that he didn鈥檛 want her there. But he didn鈥檛 seem bothered in the slightest, so she nods. "Alright, just til after breakfast."
Harry breaks into a smile and Francis puts the dessert in the fridge, slowly closing the door. "Great, now that this has been discussed, I am going to bed." Francis said goodnight to the two before vanishing in his bedroom. Avery noticed how Harry's eyes stayed fixed on his friends door for a moment.
"He likes you." Harry then says, turning back to her with a gleaming smile.
"I'm glad"
He walks over to her, leaning against the kitchen counter. "When do you go back to work?"
"Tomorrow."
"You're going to be tired."
"I'll be fine." She murmurs. In the dim kitchen light, Harry can see the three freckles on her nose, and the different shades of blue in her eyes. There had been numerous times where he鈥檇 thought about kissing Avery. More than he would like to admit. So many times where he wanted to sweep the loose strand of hair behind her ear, cup her cheek, and put his lips onto her own. He believed that, maybe, her pain would leave after he kissed her. He knew that it was stupid. That it was impossible. That something that mundane could ever fix the pain that she had felt.
So, out of all these times, he picked this one. He picked this time because he was tired. He picked this time because he still had some liquid courage coursing through his veins. He picked this time because she looked just鈥 so unbearably sad. Even though he knew she had a great time that night, there was this underlying look to her. Even at her happiest, she always looked to be sad. Like she was in a great world of pain. Always.
He slowly leaned closer, his gaze fixed on hers. She didn't move away from him as their eyes met. "I don't think we should do that," Her breath is warm against his lips. "You'd regret it."
"I doubt that." His words are hushed, and if he leaned a bit closer, just the smallest bit, their lips would touch. Averys gaze switched between his eyes and his lips. She wants to be brave enough to close the gap. She does. But there is a small voice in her head telling her that it's wrong. That she will destroy everything that she has created if she moves forward with what's happening.
"You're so soft nobody knows how to take care of you".. "You know what you are? An ungrateful brat. That's all that you are, and that鈥檚 all you鈥檒l ever be".
"You're pathetic, I can't deal with you anymore. No one can."
"I'm sorry but... I can't." She whispers and she doesn't have to tell him that's it because of her mind, her past, and everything that she continues to hide from him. He knows.
"I get it." Harry reassures her and instead of kissing her lips, he kisses her forehead.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry鈥 I鈥檓 so sorry.鈥 He leaned in again, pressing his lips to her forehead once more. This time letting them linger.
鈥淚t鈥檚 okay, Ave. It鈥檚 alright. You don't need to be sorry.鈥
So, instead of kissing, they watch Lost In Translation. Harry had fallen asleep shortly after, his head resting on her thigh, and Avery鈥檚 fingers gently carted through his soft, honey brown curls. Somewhen, the morning sun illuminated the living room. The early morning rays casting a golden shadow over the room. Bathing everything in what could only be described as eternal light.
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Francis emerged from his bedroom soon after the sun rose, stopping for a short second to look at his friend. Harry was asleep on Avery's lap, his face cuddled into her stomach with her hand resting on his head. He looked so at peace, even youthful in his sleep. He was getting the rest that Francis knew he deserved. That he needed.
Seeing him and Avery together made Francis happy. He saw the way that they had interacted during the party. They were always together, never spending much time apart.
Francis made his way to the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water. He got a cup out of a cabinet, one that had been washed only hours ago, and filled it at the kitchen sink. not bothering with ice, it was too early for ice cold water. Once the cup was full, he turned off the tap and turned around. He jumped and nearly dropped his cup, startled to see Avery stood at the entrance of the small space.
鈥淛esus! You scared me.鈥 Francis leaned against the counter, holding a hand up to his chest in an effort to slow his racing heart.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry. I didn鈥檛 mean to.鈥
They stood there in silence for a while. Avery eventually made her way into the kitchen, sitting atop of the counter closest to the entrance. Francis was looking out the small window they had in the kitchen, and Avery watched. He didn鈥檛 seem to be actively in the room. His mind was elsewhere. This was a different kind of silence. Not like the atmosphere that they had experienced after everyone had left hours ago. This one was darker, in a way.
Somehow, Avery knew. She just knew. She knew that he was troubled. Maybe it was the worry that Harry always had in his eyes when looking at his friend. Maybe it was the dread that showed in Harry鈥檚 face whenever he called. Or maybe it was her own personal experience. But, either way, she knew. She could see the scars that littered his arms, the ones he had tried so desperately to cover, and it made her angry. Did she have a real right to be angry? No. She didn鈥檛 truly know the boy that was standing in front of her, but she knew enough. She knew enough to know that he shouldn鈥檛 feel that kind of pain. From what she had seen, he was funny, caring, and he stood by his friends. He cared for his friends. She didn鈥檛 want anyone to know half of what she had been through, what she had felt. And she knew that he had.
鈥淔rancis?鈥
鈥淵es?鈥
鈥淛ust鈥 thank you.鈥
He looked bewildered by her words, not knowing what they were for. 鈥淔or what, Avery?鈥
鈥淔or earlier. Eric. You saw that he was bothering me and you told him off. I never got to thank you for it.鈥
鈥淥h鈥 it was no problem. He was being a prick. He kept on advancing towards you when you told him no, and I won't stand by to see that.鈥 He made his way to the kitchen sink, Avery not too far from him, and started to rinse out his empty glass. Avery watched as he did so, closing her eyes shortly after to let them rest for a minute.
鈥淎very?鈥
鈥淵es, Francis?鈥
鈥淐an you promise me something?鈥 He looked into her eyes, a serious glint inside of them.
鈥淚 guess so鈥 what is it?鈥
鈥淭his probably isn鈥檛 my place, and I apologize if I offend you in any way. But, just鈥 please stand up for yourself. Okay? There are loads of blokes like Eric, people who will take advantage of you because you are too nice, people who will disregard your rejection of their actions. You have to stand up for yourself. I would hate to see you get hurt because of something like that.鈥
She was taken aback by what he was saying. She didn鈥檛 know how to respond, at least not right now. So she simply nodded her head, casting her eyes downward.
鈥淎nd thank you for the cake, I really appreciate it.鈥
鈥淥f course. I'm glad.鈥
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Avery鈥檚 apartment was a wreck. Various papers and notebooks littered every surface as she tried to find a good sample she could send over to Hughes Magazine. This was a real opportunity, one that needed to be taken seriously. She has the chance to be a published writer, to have something that she had written somewhere in the world for people to see. To say that this was nerve wracking was a major understatement. Avery was sitting in the middle of her living room looking like a mad woman, frantically flipping through notebooks in hopes of finding something that she deemed good enough.
After going through every piece of writing she had, she decided to submit two short stories and a handful of poems. She chose pieces that, she hopes, shows her diversity as a writer. Avery wanted this to be something, just once. She added her CV and all the other required information before attaching the poems and stories at the end of the e-mail, sending it off to their office in London before closing her laptop, pushing every bad thought aside.
As she began to pick up the mess she had made in the process, Avery's phone lit up showing her a message from Tom.
Tom: Hey, is there any chance you could come in early tomorrow? I've found a potential new employee and I would like you to show her around a bit.
Avery: Sure. How much earlier?
Tom: Thirty minutes early will be fine, just need a second opinion on her. She would be starting work soon, if she is decent at everything.
Avery: I'll be there.
Tom: Thank you, Avery :)
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"What do you think about the editing?" Harry questions Francis, showing his laptop with the edited photo on the screen. He spent the whole Sunday in front of the computer, trying to finish editing the set his boss needed for an upcoming ad. His eyes were exhausted and his head ached from the hours he spent looking at the monitor screen.
"I like it," Francis says with a shrug, continuing to eat his Ben and Jerry's out of the paper container.
"I need constructive criticism, Frany. Saying you like it is not cutting it anymore." Harry groans, putting his head back to regain composure and stretch his sore neck.
"You know I'm devoted to the numbers.'" Francis replies with a sigh. "I can't give you constructive criticism when I don't understand it."
"It's art. Most of the time you don't have to understand it."
"Why are you not doing your black and white photography? I love it and I know you do too, I'm sure there are some people who would buy it."
"Those 鈥渟ome people鈥 aren't going to pay rent," Harry closes the laptop, realizing Francis really wouldn't be much help here, and layed down on the sofa, his head atop the arm rest. "I wish I could just do that."
"I鈥檇 say do it. Do what makes you happy. That's what you always tell me, anyway."
"Yes, but you're different," Harry murmurs, his eyes closed and his forearm shielding them from the sunlight. "And what would I photograph? I don't go out anymore, I barely see James or Emily or Anais anymore. And God, I have a million photographs of you already."
"First of all, you make that sound like a bad thing." Francis replies, before eating another spoon of his ice cream. "Why don't you do a series on Avery?"
"She doesn't like being photographed."
鈥淢ay I remind you that that's what you do? Take photographs without people noticing, so it's not staged."
"Yes I know, but-" Before Harry can finish his sentence Francis makes his way to Harry's room only to come out a minute later with a large black and white print. Harry remembered that day as if it were yesterday. It was Anais鈥檚 birthday party. Francis wasn't well that day so Harry had to take him to the party, he didn鈥檛 trust him enough to leave him home alone. He had spent the whole evening making rounds around the house, camera in tow, capturing every guest he could.
The photo in front of him showed Francis in an armchair in Anais鈥檚 living room. There was a half empty glass of champagne in his hand and a red balloon tied to his pinky, and at the first glance it almost looked comical. This sad boy with all the balloons, presents, and dancing people around him.
That same night, Harry had gotten absolutely wasted. So, when Francis told him that he wanted to go home, he didn't hold him back. He didn't look at him, not really, not like he should have. Once he had finally made his way back to their flat, he found Francis cutting himself on the bathroom floor and immediately sobered up. They didn't talk while Harry gently patched his friend up, doing so with so much care that it made Francis cry. And they didn't talk while Harry sent Francis to bed before he cleaned the bathroom, blaming himself for everything that had happened in the process.
Despite everything that came after, this was still one of his favorite photographs he had ever taken. The black and white didn't seem dramatic, but natural. He caught Francis without a mask, just Francis. It was safe to say that his best friend despised the whole thing, he didn't like it one bit and Harry was sure that if he hadn't stopped him, Francis would have ripped the print to shreds immediately.
"I really like that print..." Harry mumbles, eyeing the photograph that feels like it was taken so long ago. When he was still so naive and inexperienced, thinking he could just do this his whole life. "But I can't do it. I have to think about earning money, this dream won't take me anywhere."
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1dlomlasf5 days ago
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HI BESTIES!!!
I started a HARRY STYLES DARK FANFIC on wattpad, called "The Lyre of my Soul" id appreciate it if you check it out and tell your wattpad friends about it, thanksx!! take care
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