#i really want a tpwk hoodie

[finelinevogue]

can I make a 2 requests?? for little blurbs/drabbles or whatever you are comfortable with??

being with harry at the afterparty and all the booty shaking they had to have witnessed 🤤

being with harry at billie's set. him wrapped around with swaying and whispering how much he loves you. OR. the opposite lol maybe a fast song and he's bumping up on her whispering FILTH in her ear 😌

of course you can! i loved both ideas but i think i love the second one a bit more😫 any other writer can feel free to steal the first concept <3

After seeing Harry’s set yesterday you were still on a complete high.

The adrenaline, from all the past songs and nearly making yourself pass out when dancing to TPWK, was still pumping through your blood. The tears, from crying through his most emotional songs like boyfriends and sign of the times, were still stained on your cheeks.

You couldn’t have dreamed of a more amazing boyfriend, well now fiancé. He was born to be on the stage and you were so in love with watching him perform. However, you were even more in love with him when you went to concerts and breathed through the music together.

“Warm enough?” Harry asked you, standing nearby talking to someone who he’d just been introduced to.

Currently you were listening to Billie’s set, hanging around in the VIP section. You hadn’t seen her set last week because you were so ill the next day from screaming and singing so loudly during Harry’s set. Glenne, Jeff, James and a few other people were here too. Her set so far had been criminally insane, but you were getting tired now and ‘Ocean Eyes’ had started playing which was calming you down even more.

“Mhm.” You nodded, turning back to watch Billie.

You expected to just continue to stand solo and watch Billie, considering everyone else was chatting and catching up, but it wasn’t before long that Harry came up behind you. He made himself aware to you by pulling your hood up over your head, allowing you to better smell his aftershave that he’d sprayed on the inside of the hood.

His body pressed up against yours warmly, his arms shaking over your shoulders and dropping in front of your chest. His fingers instantly started playing with the strings of the pink Pleasing hoodie you were wearing. Both of you were matching tonight, as by your choice. His warmth heavily comforted you, making you feel like you were on a blanketed cloud drifting off into the peace above. It certainly did feel heavenly when Billie was singing.

“You okay?” Harry asked, nuzzling his face down into the space between your neck and shoulder.

“Mhm.”

“Not saying much to me tonight. Promise you’re okay?”

You shook your head at first, not wanting to ruin his evening, but then he went and kissed your cheek and jaw to wordlessly show you that he was here for you.

“Just feeling really overwhelmed.”

“Just today? Or generally recently?” Harry asked, moving even impossibly closer so he could make sure he had a hold on you. He wanted to encase you the best he could in his love and support, because sometimes his presence was better than any words he could produce.

“Just today.” You raised your hands to clasp over Harry’s and he made sure to intertwine your fingers for extra love.

“Talk to me.” He spoke softly. Too softly to the point it was hard to believe he broke a water bottle and lost a Gucci ring whilst performing Kiwi last night from dancing too hard. He was a completely different character when he was performing and yet he was exactly the same person.

“I, um, I guess I just have moments in my life, like now for example, where I question whether I really deserve what I have. Like, am I worthy of experiencing this? Am I worthy of you?” You took a deep breathe, feeling slightly better after getting that off your shoulders but also really insecure over the fact Harry hadn’t said anything yet. “It’s silly. Forget I said anything—”

“No. No, it’s not silly. I have the exact same kind of moments.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, are you kidding? I mean, baby c’mon I get to have you in my life. You. Like the same guy who sings songs for a living was lucky enough to end up with you. I question whether I deserve you, and your love, every day because you’re too fucking perfect for me to even begin and explain.”

You didn’t realise you were crying until Billie started to become blurry. You sniffled, trying your best to hold in your cries and tears because of the many cameras that surrounded you.

“You’ve made me cry, y’jerk.” You laughed and Harry’s arms tightened around you.

You both went quiet for a bit, swaying along to the song you both adored. It was a song that was on your late-night-drives playlist for when you’re together, so hearing it live was extra special. The song was coming to an end and so was your ability to keep your eyes open. The night had taken its toll on you.

Turning around in Harry’s hold was confusing since he refused to let go of you. His hands stayed firm on your body, until they found home again on your hips as you faced him.

“Hi.” He leant down to kiss your nose.

“Sorry for being sad.”

“Hey, you’ve nothing to apologise for. It’s alright to be sad and thank you for talking to me.” He leant down again to kiss your forehead, knowing that you’d appreciate him reserving lip kisses for in private.

“Thank you for listening.” You smiled at him.

“Do y’wanna head home?”

“No, don’t leave on my account. I’ll be fine going back.” You tried to protest, not wanting him to feel like he had to leave just because you were.

“Absolutely not. I’d rather be with you.”

“Promise? You’re not just saying that ‘cause I’m not feeling great?”

“Promise.”

“Then let’s go home together.”

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[gurugirl]

Sorry this is a bit of a novel haha but I wanted to get my actual point across considering that other person’s response xo (also it won’t let me do paragraphs for some reason so it’s kinda clumped)

I don’t need a celebrity to validate my feels lol I want to know what kind of person I’m suppprting to be able to continue supporting them you know? I also think not speaking on it doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person but it does change my opinion when the only thing Palestinians are asking for is for people to use their voice. Also thinking vacationing with your (I’m pretty sure) Zionist besties makes you a bad person though. He can’t change the world I know this lmao but he does have a massive voice and it does count for something no matter what people want to believe - whether it makes Palestinians feel heard or sways some of his very impressionable fans to think more about it. I also thought about this a lot more today because I saw a small under 15k follower band and another do an event for palestians with a politician in support of palestine and it just made me think they have everything to lose - up and coming hardly any recognition and they could be blacklisted forever. Harry is Harry. One of the most famous influential sought after people in the industry, his career wouldn’t end, honestly all I want is for him to tell us who he is - just a donation link does that. Or a ‘I do not stand with genocide’ whatever. Even if he just did a donation link on insta stories or something to let us know he doesn’t agree with it? Not much can come from that honestly. Most people in the world are with Palestine. Like guru said because he’s silent - we don’t know his stance. That’s enough for me to be suspect I guess the word is? I just saw a lot of integrity in those bands and see Harry being silent when he says tpwk etc. It’s not about me forming my opinion based on what Harry says or doesn’t. It’s about wanting to know wether or not the man I’ve been supporting for the last, what, 13 years is a Zionist, or excuses that behaviour because of his friends or stays silent because he wants to keep money or whatever, and I just think that’s incredibly hypocritical considering what he advocates for. I just want to know his stance. That’s the least he could do in my opinion, to let his followers know who he is when he says we should all do everything we can to take care of each other. All in all my point was not that I think he can change the world. His supporters just deserve to know if he is a genocide / Israel supporter or not. Wanting to know he is someone that practices what he preaches instead of just making money and an image from it. His silence says a lot and everyone interprets it in different ways. And honestly, most people believe silence is complicity.

You make absolutely valid points. I agree that even the smallest thing would make a lot of his fans feel really good (and a lot would hate him for it too). But the way Harry is so recognizable (even walking down the street with hoodie and sunglasses) he’s more of a target than a small band who wouldn’t have much recognition. But who knows!? Maybe he’s silent bc of money and fame more than safety reasons.

I also feel like just bc you want him to say what his opinion is doesn’t mean you need a celebrity to validate your opinion. I think that anon was just getting heated and that’s what happens with these kinds of conversations - lots of emotions come to the surface and even with people you agree with you want to argue with. It’s just talking in circles at some point.

Thank you for your thoughts. I definitely feel you and this conversation is far from over.

That being said… I have to get to some other things right now and I’m not going to be answering anymore asks like this today (this is draining y’all). Anyone is welcome to send in your thoughts and I will read them but no more of this today 💕🖤

Xoxo

#ask

[twostepstyless]

I want to love his lavender hoodie so bad but it’s just too much. Like don’t they know minimalist is in??

I get loud merch from a marketing standpoint, like I totally get it, and I will say I think Harry’s team is getting better at it, but I’m a grown ass woman, I personally don’t need nor want merch that is overly “merchy” I’ve done all that, I wore the shirts with the bands I was into faces and names and albums titles plastered over the front. I’ve done that and I’m over it. I like the more understated, wouldn’t really know it’s that persons merchandise unless you already know it’s their merchandise. Which is what I think Harry is getting slightly better at, the tpwk hoodies are a good one, v simple, all the bunny motifs don’t shout Harry unless you already know it’s Harry merch. That’s what the girlies want, at least me the girlie

#anon #ask #idk everyone’s different #some people eat that shit up #it’s not for me personally #I think their needs to be options to cover all bases

[starfoxrry]

That hoodie is horrible wtf :(

it’s not as bad as the other hs2 merch like the shirts xjwjjsjs i like it it’s adorable 🥺 gives me watermelon vibes w the pink and the green

#i love his hoodies would love to own one one day withouht breaking bank #im still beating myself up for not getting the rainbow tpwk hoodie before they took it off the shop :( #i really wanted one :( #answered

[stylisjh]

Me: i've just been paid, i'm going to spend it wisely this time

Also me: *spends £90 on harry styles merch within a day of being paid*

#sksksksksk #me #mai chats #why do i do these things #i bought the blue jumper #and a yellow tpwk top #bc i really wanted them #and i have a thing about not wearing hoodies #weird i know #but i just dont wear them unless its for bed #and i wasnt gonna spent 70 pounds on a rainbow tpwk jumper if i was only gonna wear it in bed #so i got the crew neck #and the top #and now i have no money #welp #hay ho #harry #harry styles #harry styles merch #1d #one direction

[rommahh]

[he will never be released from the chains that bind him to the color red. And by chains I mean Harry lambert.]

“You’re being really mean right now!”

“And you’re being over dramatic!”

Moments before the show, you and Harry stood in his dressing room, feuding. Harry’s face was as red as his outfit as he raised his voice with you.

“Why are you being such an ass? I’m asking you for a second of your time today to plan our wedding and you’re being an ass!” You snap. The wedding was seven months away but it took time to plan these things. You especially wanted to have time to plan the big things like venue, decorations, and guest list because those are time sensitive.

“I don’t have time for this shit, let’s go.” Harry huffs grabbing his ear piece from the foam bedded case that they rest in. He moves towards the door but you stay grounded. His angry eyes meet yours. “What are you doing? I have to go on.”

“Im going back to the hotel.” You say, chin held high.

“Pardon?” He looks at you in confusion. You make a move to your purse and phone, grabbing them.

“Im going to the hotel. I will see you after the show.” You stand your ground. Harry sobers up immediately, recognizing your frustrations.

“But I need you to watch me.” He sounds like a child.

“Yeah well I need you sometimes too.” Is all you say before walking out of the room in the opposite direction of him.

Harry puts on a good show regardless of his overwhelming upset emotions. He sang his little songs and interacted with fans like always, and excluded tbsl because he is an arrogant son of a bitch.

The sound of the hotel door unlocking causes goosebumps to form on your skin. You’re sitting at the little desk in the hotel room covered in your tpwk hoodie. A spreadsheet of wedding details and prices were listed in front of you. You did this part of the planning on your own when Harry was supposed to be helping you.

Harry quietly trailed into the room setting his duffel bag on the ground. He walks over to you placing a kiss on your cheek, his eyes catch a glimpse of the spreadsheet and all that you did with out him. He clenches his teeth, sadness deep within him.

“Gonna take a shower.” He chokes. You try to catch a glimpse of his face but he was already rushing into the bathroom. The shower turns on, the sound of water pelting the tile floor resonated from behind the door.

Now you felt bad. Harry was a busy man but not busy enough to not want to be involved. You only did research for your venue but you didn’t buy anything or create plans. Harry probably only saw the sheet of prices and details and thought you starting setting things in stone without him.

Closing you laptop, you stand up and walk into the bathroom. The steam already started to fill the large room. Harry was behind the foggy glass door staring at the wall.

You strip from your clothes, stepping into the shower behind him. Without hesitation you wrap your arms around him. Your bare chest pressed into his back as you squeeze him tight.

“Im sorry for getting mad.” You murmur against his back. He turns around holding you to him. Water prickled your dry skin.

“No, you had every right to get mad at me.”

“Yeah but I was being overdramatic. I know you’re not doing this on purpose. I just wish you would remember the small things I ask from you.” You reply looking up at him. Your chin rested on his sternum, he bent his neck to look down at you.

“Did you really plan stuff without me?” The hurt in his tone made you immediately hold his face in your hands.

“No honey no. I just did some research. I want you to be with me to make those final decisions. I would never do it without you.”

The steam surrounded you both as your lips connected. His hands roamed your backside as yours pushed the wet tendrils of his hair off of his forehead.

As your lips disconnected, you find yourself drawn into Harry’s green eyes. Your hands dance across his cheeks and down his shoulders to wrap around his waist.

“We all good now?”

“All good.” He nods.

“Now, do you want me to take care of that downstairs problem.” You refer to his hard length that made itself know during that kiss.

“Please.”

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[mysticalrambling]

Hey darling❤️ I love your work so much!! Can you please do a prompt 16 for Harry Styles? Thank you!!

Before the Show (H.S)

A/N: Thank you for the request darling. This is an ask from the prompt list that I have uploaded on my account and I hope you all enjoy it. My requests are currently open for this list and I would love to write about them. They can be about Harry Styles, Chris Evans and Tom Holland. Love you guys!!

Prompt 16: “Did I make you…blush?”

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Summary: You surprise Harry before his show and spend sometime with him. You love making him blush.

Warnings: fluff

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You hadn’t seen your husband all day and you were bored out of your mind. This was his first show back and you knew that he was giving his heart and soul into rehearsals. But you missed your husband and you were just going to be with him for this week because you had to go back to your job in LA.

Getting up from the hotel bed, you changed into some sweats and one of Harry’s Love on Tour hoodie. The hotel was not faraway from the stadium so you just decided to enjoy the pleasant weather outside. Even though Harry’s show was not for another five hours, there was still a long line in front of the stadium. Your husband was truly lucky to have such devoted fans and he truly tried to not disappoint them.

Jeff was already near the side entrance so he just took you inside without any security checks. “Thank you, Jeffery.”

“Ugh (Y/N)! Stop calling me with my full name, please.”

“Can’t stop. Won’t stop.” Giving him a cheeky smile, you walked a little faster when Harry’s dressing room came into view. You just couldn’t wait to see his pretty face.

“Gonna complain to Harry about you.”

“He won’t say anythin’ to me.”

Sighing, he spoke, “You’re right. That boy is whipped.”

“Damn right he is. See y’later, Jeffery.” The manager just grunted in response but hugged you back nonetheless. After all, you were like a sister to him and he always said that you came before Harry in his list of priorities. You were truly grateful to have him in your life.

You were met with your husband’s distinct apple cider cologne as soon as you entered the well spaced room. It was filled with makeup accessories, clothes and many other things. There was a mini bar on the side, for gods sake. In the centre, Harry was getting ready for the show as people worked all around him. He was still in his TPWK white shirt and jeans because he would likely change half an hour before the show. No one wants to mess up thousand dollar worth of clothes.

His nails were freshly painted to your favorite color; black and he was scrolling through twitter. Coming up behind him, the stylist gave you a smile and backed down a little so you could surprise him. Before he could turn around to see why everyone had stopped, you wrapped your arms around him from the behind. He tensed for a second but his body immediately recognised you and he let out a contented sigh.

“Hey darlin’. What y’doing here?” He softly pressed a kiss to your hand and you stood up straighter.

“Just wanted to surprise yeh.”

“Why, thank you love. Y’re my lucky charm.”

“Love you.” Running a hand through his hair, you realised that he hadn’t put on any hair spray yet. “Don’t apply products to y’hair, H. They’ll get damaged and I love the natural curls.”

“Whatever y’say darling.”

Other people had already left the room to give you both more privacy and you were glad because you really haven’t had any alone time with Harry for quite sometime. He stood up from his vanity chair and just hugged you. Basking in his warmth, you placed a kiss on his collarbone and snuggled more into his warmth. You always said that he was your own personal heater.

“Gonna stay for t’show, lovie?” The hopeful tone in his voice led you to whisper out a yes. You didn’t mind seeing him on stage in all his glory anyways. “Let me get dressed then.”

The moment you saw what he was wearing, you immediately knew you wanted to pair up with him. Harry had gifted you a lilac off-shoulder Gucci dress on your third anniversary and that was currently one of your favorite piece of clothing. Luckily, there was a rack of clothes in Harry’s dressing room dedicated to you so you didn’t have to go back to the hotel. Most of your clothes were in there and this dress was definitely one of them. His lilac suit fit him quite nicely and you just couldn’t control your hands.

“Did y- you just slap m’arse?”

“Damn right I did. Perfect li’l arse and it’s all mine.”

The one thing that your husband can not take are compliments. He gets all shy about them and doesn’t know how to respond. These are one of the things that you love about him. He is really confident in his own body and is open towards new things but a simple compliment can turn him into a mushy puddle.

“Did I make you... blush?”

“Oh, shut up.” The redness in his cheeks only grew at being caught and he slightly hid his face in his shirt. Only you got him hot and bothered like this. “’m getting late for m’show.”

“Don’t try to divert the conversation. Look so pretty when you get all shy on me.”

Listening to you praise him like this made him fall in love with you more. You loved him despite his little quirks and he was so glad that he met you that day in the park. Best day of his life. “Thank y’, love.”

“Come here, H.” Hugging him tightly, you whispered the next words in his ear rather affectionately, “Love the fact that I have this effect on yeh.”

“Only you.” The sweet moment was interrupted by a knock and you separated from each other.

“It’s time, Harry.” Jeff slightly poked his head inside the door and informed your husband about the timings.

“Always the wrong time, Jeffery.”

“I hate you, (Y/N).” You laughed it off because he truly didn’t mean it and you all knew.

“I love you too.”

Interrupting your banter, Harry placed a kiss on your cheek and softly said, “See y’after the show, love.”

“I’ll be out in sometime. Just have to change.”

“‘kay. Jeff’ll meet you backstage. If y’need something, just ask him, alright?”

“Done babe.” Kissing him good luck, he went his way and you quickly started getting ready so you wouldn’t miss one moment from the show. After all, his songs were about you.

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[astranva]

TikTok Compilation (pt.2)

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some language, very, very slight implied smut; like, it’s a line.

Summary: Yet another compilation of Y/N and Harry content on TikTok as a couple.

// masterlist //

a/n i’ve been receiving loads of tiktok requests so i combined some here! y’all have been asking for this for so long, sorry it took me long to post! let me know what you think. stay safe, friends!

..

Surely, you had hoped life would have taken a turn a long time ago with the pandemic.

Going outside without masks and crippling fear seemed like a dream, despite it all having been a reality for most of our lives. And while it was cliché, you truly don’t know what you have until it’s gone, like the boring routine you had complained about but now wished to get back.

And in your case, you also didn’t know that one app could have the ability to make things slightly easier during these times – TikTok.

Call it as you may, but quarantine TikTok content was a blessing and while you could swear by that, so could the fans and everyone else on the app since the moment you (and Harry) joined.

Having had tried so many pranks, challenges, and dances, you showed no signs of coming to an end of finding humor and pleasure from the app that Gen Z dominated with the wildest spirits.

With wild spirits, came wild content and for a generation that is openly expressive, there was also wholesome content; all of which Harry’s fans had tagged you to do and try with him.

‘Make your partner impersonate you’

For that one, Harry seemed to be the most excited to do, face beaming with a thousand spiraling ideas of things he could do and say.

The moment the video began, Harry was seen under your white covers, your pink velvet headband that everyone considered iconic rested on his head to show that he was acting like you, pretending to be sleepy as he spoke in a softer voice than his, “Don’t want to get up. More cuddles, please, baby.”

Then video then cut to Harry in the kitchen, you following behind him.

“I wonder where H is, need to pinch his bum.” He said in the same pitch he used for the previous shot.

The video then cut to Harry sitting on the couch beside you, holding his phone, “Baby, look at that!” He showed you his phone, showing you a video on TikTok, “Can we do it?”

‘Wipe your lips after your bf kisses you’

For this, you were picking Harry up from the studio.

Waiting in the parking lot, you had your phone placed behind the box of tissues.

To stay safe, you began recording a normal video for you to edit later as you waited for Harry to show.

When he did, Harry looked right and left as he searched for your car before his eyes fell on you and despite the mask on his face hiding half of it, you could tell that he smiled.

Getting inside the car, Harry took off his mask with a sigh, “First time to actually breathe since morning.” He said before leaning closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.

Doing your part, you looked ahead as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, noticing Harry’s body stiff as he looked at you.

“Did you just-” He paused, “Did you wipe your lips?”

You hummed in confusion, acting as if you hadn’t heard him as you looked at him.

“Did you-Come here,” he frowned before pulling you close by your hoodie’s drawstrings, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss again.

Again, you wiped your lips.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked, not only confusion being evident in his tone, but hurt, too, “Why are you wiping my ki-Babe, I’m clean.”

“What?” You asked, looking at him as you smiled amusingly, trying to contain your laughter.

“Why are you wiping my kiss?” Harry almost whined, frowning.

“I’m sorry, it’s for TikTok,” you giggled, breaking into laughter when he groaned with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed your jaw, kissing your lips more aggressively.

“Never again.”

‘Let go of your partner’s hand and see what they do’

If there was one thing Harry liked to brag about, it was knowing how to multitask; drive with one hand, hold yours with the other.

It was a natural occurrence for the both of you to hold hands when he drove, no matter what.

Deciding to try that one trend, you took advantage of Harry being focused on the road to film your intertwined hands on your thigh for two seconds before taking your hand out of his.

Instantly, Harry glanced at you, seemingly unaware to you tilting your phone in the other hand to film his face, “Why’d you leave my hand?” He only mumbled before opening his palm towards you once again, smiling when he heard you softly giggle as you put your hand back in his, cooing when he raised it his lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles, “This stays right here.”

‘Film yourself acting like your partner’

Since the TikTok of Harry acting you like received so many reactions, among them were fans asking you to act like Harry as well, and Harry was down to watch that happen.

Harry recorded you, first shot of video being a little shaky as he couldn’t contain his giggles while watching you in his flared pants, an oversized shirt, his cross pendant on your neck between the valley of your chest, rings on your fingers that showed chipped black polish on your nails.

Your hair was gathered up in a scrunchie, one leg over the other as you sat on a chair, “I’m Harry Styles,” you began, “And like, I never explain my music, I let people interpret it the way they want because music,” you sucked a breath, “Is art. It’s a form of expression that isn’t limited, it’s, like, very open. Like the ocean.” You said slowly, mimicking Harry’s accent and smiling at the end when Harry burst out laughing.

For the next shot, you were in Harry’s white bathrobe, coming out of the bathroom before leaning on the doorframe and looking at Harry as he filmed you, “You sure you’re going to let me shower alone, love?”

Another shot was of you in Harry’s joggers and TPWK black hoodie, sprawled on your couch with the hood on, looking at Harry in disbelief as you still mimicked his accent and deep voice, “Excuse me? Why are you standing there and not cuddling me?”

In a grey tank top of his that you dramatically spilt water on to make it look like sweat and sweat shorts, you had Harry’s boxing gloves on your hands as you bumped your fists together, approaching Harry as he recorded, “God, I’m so sweaty, I have to go hug my girlfriend.”

For the final shot, you had Harry’s guitar in your arms, adjusting the strap as you stood, “I’m going to write a song that is so sexual and record it but I’m not going to release it because I’m a biiiiiitch.” You sang, dramatically strumming the guitar.

‘Pretend to take a mirror selfie with your partner then whisper something dirty in their ear’

You enjoyed the sun; the way it sneaked inside yours and Harry’s room from the sides of your curtains, lit up the room so warmly.

You enjoyed how the natural lighting looked for pictures.

You also enjoyed teasing the shit out of your boyfriend.

“Come here,” you made one grabby hand at Harry who entered the room, scratching his chin, “Let’s take a picture.”

Already used to random pictures being taken together, Harry reached you, standing in front of your vanity mirror as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss against your temple.

Oblivious to it being a video, Harry leaned his chin on your shoulder, giving his famous smug look to the mirror as you held up your phone.

Turning your head, you made sure your voice was low so that your phone wouldn’t pick what you said;

“Want you to pound me.”

And instantly, Harry’s smug look faltered; his eyes widening, face brightening as he looked at you as you giggled before releasing a squeal once you felt him carry you and move you from where you stood, and to the bed as you laughed.

‘Tell your partner your ex wants to return a hoodie of yours’

Propping your phone up, you made sure it showed Harry as he cooked while you sat on the kitchen stool.

You folded your arms on the table, clearing your throat as you eyed Harry while he was chopping carrots.

“Hey, H,” Harry hummed, stealing a glance at you before looking back at his chore, “My ex called earlier,”

At this, Harry’s eyebrows furrowed before he looked up at you, putting down the knife and leaning his hands on the counter, his arms seeming to look bigger as he tensed, “What did he say?”

Trying not to laugh, you looked down, beginning to play with your fingers before giving him a shrug, “Just that he still has a hoodie of mine at his place,”

“Yeah?”

“And asked if I need it back.”

“What did you say?”

You gave him another shrug, “Said I’ll let him know.”

“Well, do you need it?” He asked, “Like really need it?”

“Yeah, it was my high school’s.”

“But baby, you have a lot of hoodies,” one hand of his reached to his lips, fingers grazing his bottom lip for a moment, “Can get it for you.”

“That’d be so awkward, H,” you sighed.

“Why? I’m your boyfriend.” Harry reasoned, “Maybe I can just come with you,” he said again before his face lit up, “I can have it customized instead. Just tell me how it looked like and-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, “It won’t be the same.”

“Come on, love,” he frowned, “He calls you 3 years later to tell you he still has your hoodie. You don’t think that’s suspicious? He knows you’re with m-Everyone knows we’re together.”

“Maybe he forgot,” you shrugged, “Actually, let me call and as-”

“Oh, fuck no!” Harry instantly rushed to you.

‘Aggressively tell your partner you love them’

Chilling on the couch, Harry was watching the TV, unaware of your phone that had been resting on the shelf to record you beforehand.

You stomped where Harry was, whose head snapped to you, his mouth chewing his banana bite slower as he eyed you carefully, taking in your angry state.

You threw your notebook on the couch beside him, “I love you!” You said aggressively, a frown on your face as you pointed at him, “I fucking love you!”

Harry took a moment, his face shifting to one of amusement before he raised his hands up – one holding his banana – before pointing at you, “I fucking love you, too!” He screamed.

“No, no,” you shook your head, still aggressively speaking, “I love you more!”

“I’m so fucking in love with you!” Harry said as aggressively, standing in an instant, towering over you as he pressed himself against you before wrapping one arm around you, “Why are we shouting, you weirdo?”

‘Stick your hand out and see what your partner does’

Harry was sat beside you on his laptop, music blasting from it as he emailed himself some tasks.

Recording him with one hand, you reached your arm out, opening your palm at him.

Harry looked down at your hand, a smile making its way to his face before he looked at you before placing his chin on your hand, closing his eyes as he gave you a dopey smile as you squished his cheeks while giggling, “Hiii.”

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[farfromharry]

Summary: tom’s refusing to get over his breakup, so you help him out by doing the little things that would make him feel better, like shaving his face

Roommate!Tom x reader

w/c 829

warnings - mentions of razors obviously

Tom’s breakup had had an impact on him that you’d never seen before. Your usually bubbly, fun roommate was now a moping mess of sadness, barely even leaving his room for anything but food.

You knew Tom was smitten with the girl, you’d seen the way he looked at her, but you’d also noticed the way she didn’t share the same affectionate look in her eyes.

It was more or less just a matter of time before she broke his heart, and you’d be there like always to pick up the pieces.

“Tom, you have to get out of bed,” you said. He was probably growing sick of your nagging by now, it’s all you’d been doing for the last week and not once had it worked.

“Don’t want to,” he whined, burying his face deeper into his pillow so he didn’t have to see the pity in your eyes. He’d been getting enough pity when his brothers and friends would make the effort to visit him to see how he was doing, he didn’t need it from you too.

You seated yourself on the side of Tom’s bed, hand coming to rub over his hoodie covered back. He was hesitant at first but eventually turned to look at you when he realised you weren’t going to leave.

You surveyed his face, shifting your hand to cup his jaw where you felt his stubble poking at your hand uncomfortably. Tom was never one to go so long without shaving, ignoring that one awful time during the infinity war press tour, but thankfully you weren’t there to experience that one.

“Come on, you need to shave.”

»»——⍟——««

Tom voiced his complaints all the way to the bathroom, listing off the numerous reasons he should be moping in his bed right now, plus all the reasons he didn’t need to shave or need you to baby him.

“I don’t need to shave, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes at his insistence, nodding your head rapidly. “Yes you do.”

You tugged him into the bathroom and searched his cabinets until you found the shaving cream and his razor. You held them up so he could see and just from the look in your eyes he could tell you weren’t giving this up.

He assisted you on getting up to sit on the counter, him standing between your legs so you had easier access to his stubble decorated cheeks.

You cocked your head as you tried to analyse the pathetic excuse for a beard he’d grown. The man really was unable to grow facial hair and it shouldn’t have made you giggle as much as it did.

You didn’t give him any warning before spreading a blob of shaving cream on his jaw, making sure to cover over his top lip and anywhere else you could see the tiny hairs growing.

He flinched slightly at the sudden cold on the lower half of his face, shooting you a quick glare that had you suppressing a smile.

“Please don’t cut me,” he said, watching as you picked up the razor. You rolled your eyes, muttering something about his lack of trust for you and how he should have more faith.

But when you finally did bring it to his face, you were so light with the metal against his jaw that he barely even noticed you were doing it.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you while you shaved half of his face.

“You really didn’t have to do this, you know?” You giggled as you shushed him for the thousandth time, washing some of the shaving cream off in the sink. “You have to stop talking.”

He rolled his eyes but did as you said, letting you do your thing while his gaze roamed your face.

“Also, I wanted to do this. You’ll feel so much better even after just doing the little things.”

He agreed with you, choosing to stand in silence while you finished up your task at hand. You were grateful for the lack of interruptions, it meant you got the job done both quicker and safer, meaning he could go back to bed to mope around sooner.

“And… done,” you announced, pushing yourself off of the counter and shifting behind him. You placed your arms momentarily on his biceps, making sure he could see his clean shaven look in the mirror.

“See, don’t you feel better now?” you asked, lifting a hand to trace his jaw to feel how much smoother his face felt, meanwhile moving your cheek to rest against the bicep you’d just moved your hand from. Although Tom wasn’t looking at his own face through the mirror, but your own. The way you looked at his reflection with such a precious smile plastered on your face. He could get used to this certain level of intimacy with you, and even a heartbroken Tom could understand now that he wanted that.

“Yeah, much better.”

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[daydreamrry]

why would a 5'8 woman have the same shoe size as a 6'0 man?” / The leech is 5’7 but looks even shorter irl. Had the unpleasant experience of being at the same coffee shop as her but I ignored her flat ass. I’m a strong 5’8 and she was def shorter than me. I was wearing a TPWK hoodie btw, I don’t think she liked my disinterest standing right behind her to order. But legit she looks very basic irl.

PLEASE ARE YOU FR

edit: same anon said. “LOL yup same anon here. I didn’t even tell anyone before cuz she’s just not interesting I mean legit she’s just so basic looking. I really understand now the power of professional make up and hair!! I did find it interesting her phone was no where in sight tho, guess she only uses that as a prop when she’s on her pap walks. But yeah other than a once over I ignored her. As everyone should tbh.” - LOL

another anon said in response to this ^: “ I really don’t like her, but does she have to be interesting and on all the time? Why does she always have to be done up? Can’t she just be basic and normal if she wants? Thats one thing that I will say, is why does she have to be dressed up the nines? When did wearing a t shirt, jeans and sneaks become not enough? Smh”

[goldencherryhaz]

It’s okay baby

In which y/n is beyond stressed after having to revise and do exams and essays, she just needs some comfort and love for her boyfriend, who just so happens to be her English Teacher

Slight age gap y/n:18 Harry:24

No warnings: just very fluffy

A/n this is my first imagine, I’m excited and nervous,but I hope you enjoy!! There are probably some punctuation and spelling mistakes! Please don’t copy my work!! Tpwk ♥️

(This gives me teacher Harry vibes 😍)

Word count: 2.2k

Y/n had truly had enough. For the past few weeks she had been revising for her exams and doing countless essays, she had just sat a chemistry exam and even though she had revised for hours every night for the past week, even going into the early hours of the morning, she just felt like nothing had sunk in and she couldn’t remember anything, leading her to having extra time, when even then she just sat there and stared at the blank page in front of her, this made her late for her last class of the day, English.

Now English had to be her favourite lesson, not only because she loved writing and aspired to be an author of a top selling novel one day, but it was the beautiful man teaching it. Harry Styles, or Mr Styles to everyone else, was the love of her life, and had been for the past 2 years, ever since she first walked into his classroom as a new college student, the man with the curly brown messy hair who was wearing a formal black suit and a white button up shirt uttered the simple word ‘hello` in his deep and raspy voice and that alone had her weak at the knees

After that day she dreamt of him every night, at first she thought it was a bit weird that she had feelings for her English teacher, but little did she know that Harry was feeling the same. When he first layed eyes on her, he instantly wanted to get to know y/n, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and he could see that she was kind, hardworking and just generally happy, she was like a ray of light whenever she was in the room and he sometimes felt himself loose his breath at the sight of her, he tried to ignore it because he knew it was wrong to be so wrapped up around one of his students, but after two many stolen glances, well more like stares, he realised that he had to do something about it, so he asked her one day after school to help him grade some papers that he was struggling to catch up on, to which she happily obliged, and after that day grading papers in his office,the rest was history, they got to know one another to the point where they knew everything about each other, soon they became boyfriend and girlfriend, they trusted loved and cared for each other with all of thier heart, it was as if they were meant to be, and they soon came to the realisation that they couldn’t live without eachother. They didn’t care that there was a six year age gap between them or that Harry was y/n’s English, they were just in love and both agreed age was just a number.

They had made a solid agreement early on in their relationship, that they had to keep thier interactions to a minimum while at college, to keep suspicions low, because not only could it ruin Harry’s career it could ruin both of their reputations, but as she hurriedly walked down the English corridor with tears in her eyes from the amount of stress, exhaustion and the headache settling in her brain, she wishes nothing more than to run straight into her loves arms and cry her heart out, all whilst Harry was comforting and shielding her from the world, but she can’t and she knows it.

As she stands in front of the classroom door to compose herself she mutters to herself ‘go to college they said, it would be fun they said' it was almost funny but right now it felt like nothing could make her smile, she wiped the tears threatening to spill from her eyes with the sleeve of her or Harry’s hoodie (she’s never sure these days) and walks into the classroom.

Harry had started to worry when y/n hadn’t turned up to his class, you would be able to tell from the increasing frown on his face, he decides to start his lesson anyway, just hoping she had just got caught up with another teacher. When he is explaining one of the exam questions to the rest of the class, he sees the door handle go down, and it’s as if he can sense it’s y/n, she walked through the door quickly and finds her regular seat, she looks up to him and gives him a small smile, Harry can tell that it’s fake, he can see her glassy eyes and her cheeks red from trying not to cry, he can see her tense shoulders and her slightly shaky hands from the lack of sleep, he gives her a worried look as he knows how hard she has been working, and revising until the dead of night, he knows how much pressure and stress she puts onto herself to get everything right and pass her exams, even though he know she will ace them. After about 5 minutes of being in the classroom room it all becomes too much for y/n, she starts to feel very overwhelmed, when her shoulders start to shake Harry instantly notices, when the people around her ask it she’s okay Harry wants to shout ‘well no, of course she’s not okay` but he knows he can’t, even though he knows her better than anyone else in the room. He needed to teach his class but he’s beginning to care less and less, because out of anything right now his babygirl is the only thing he is worried about, and he knows that she needs him right now.

‘Y/n would you like to step outside, I will be out there in a minute` Harry says, and as soo as y/n hears it she grabs her bag and practically darts out of the room.

Harry announces to the rest of the class that he will organise for someone to cover his lesson as his pupils already knew what they were doing,he sends a message to a random teacher on the cover list, he didn’t care which one, he just needed to be with his girl, and then speeds out of the room.

When he reaches y/n outside the door he immediately guides her to his office with a hand at the small of he back, she already knows where his office is, as she had been there countless times, but her vision was blurred with tears.

When the couple reach the office Harry quickly unlocks it and leads them in, quickly locking the door again so they could be in complete privacy, y/n at this point is trying to hold back her sobs, she hears the sound of keys hit the floor and she feels a pair of hands grip her arms and she is pulled into an all to familiar chest. She then let’s go. She just sobs with no intention of holding them back. ‘Shh shh it’s okay, I’m here now, everything’s going to be fine, im not going anywhere’ Harry coos gently. His arms wrap tighter around her, as if trying to protect her and rid her of her stress, she wraps her arms around his torso almost saying not to let go of her. Her crying gets soo intense she’s now struggling to breathe, and Harry can tell from her short breaths, he knows what state she can get herself into, so he pulls away, and sits her down in his office chair, and kneels down in front of her she wimpers at the loss of contact ‘no petal, I’m not going anywhere I promise, can you look at me please baby, yeah ,just need you to breathe for me, can you do that princess,in through you nose and out through you mouth` Harry says demandingly but oh so softly, when she starts to repricate his action she starts to calm down Harry wipes away the flood of tears on her cheeks with his thumbs, he truly hated seeing her like this, it made his heart ache, he just wanted his lovie to be happy, he didn’t understand how this could happen to such a amazing and kind girl, she didn’t deserve it, he wishes she could take away all of her stress and worries in the blink of an eye.

I-I just wanted to do really well on my chemistry e-exam, but I couldn’t r-remember anything Harry, nothing! Y/n stutters out, Harry grabs he hand and runs small circles on the back of her hand in attempt to soothe her.

‘It’s because your overworking yourself baby, you need to take a break every once in while and stop stressing and worrying so much, you are so amazing and clever, you would probably get top grades without even revising` Harry says sweetly

‘But I just wanted to make you proud` y/n replies

Harry frowns at this, why would his princess need to make him proud, y/n alone makes him proud, she is so amazing and beautiful and is the most kind hearted and caring person he has ever met, Jesus she was the reason Harry was breathing!

‘Baby that’s nonsense I don’t want to hear that ever again, you always make me proud, you are like a ball of sunshine lovie, you light up my world, and I’ll love you no matter what grade you got on a stupid exam, I don’t care, I only care that you are okay and happy, I hate seeing you cry, it really breaks my heart’

Y/n sniffles at Harry’s sweet words and starts to get emotional all over again ‘shhh petal non of that, don’t want you to be sad, was trying to make you smile` Harry then grips both of her hands firmly and pulls her up to stand from his chair and swiftly sits down, before pulling her down onto his lap, in which she snuggles into his chest and wraps her arms around him, Harry’s tom ford tobacco and vanille invades her senses, that, mixed with Harry’s body heat, the sound of his heartbeat right in her ear, made her head feel all fuzzy, and the first time in 2 weeks she felt calm and content, in that moment she felt her worries had been lifted, all because of the beautiful man underneath her. She gets so caught up in her own thoughts she finds herself grinning.

Harry looked down at her and caught that beautiful moment, he wished he had a camera because his lovie looked absolutely adorable, she was all curled up, face squished into his chest, the lids of her puffy and red eyes softly closed, and there gracing her slightly chapped and anxiously bitten lips was the most beautiful smile, her cheeks were tears stained but he didn’t care, his angel was smiling’there’s it is, there’s that gorgeous smile` Harry says whilst leaning down to kiss her forehead, then her eyelids, her nose and practically every inch of her face, resulting in a giggle from her. He finally landed and planted a heavy and passionate kiss to her lips, she immediately kissed back, straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. His hands cupped the sides of her face, thier bodies were soo pressed together that a piece of paper wouldn’t have fit between them. They eventually pull away all flustered and gasping for air,she gives a shy grin and buries he face into the crook of his neck to which Harry giggled at.

She couldn’t comprehend how she deserved this man, who basically put his job on the line for her, who cared and loved her like no one else ever had, who she wished to spend the rest of her days with, he was he rock, her sanity, and her lovie, nobody else’s. ‘I love you Harry` she whispers into his neck, she wanted to say so much more to him but honestly couldn’t find the words to but she hoped those three word were enough, which they were. ‘I love you so much baby, you feeling better now` he asks.

‘Much better, all thanks to you bub`

It was now Harry turn to give a shy smile as he his face in her hair, he had a real soft spot for the nickname, he pressed many kisses into her hair concluding that he loved this woman with all of his heart, and even if other people would think that their relationship was weird, he knew he was going to marry this girl one day.

They were in love, he was her bub, and she was his baby, and they wouldn’t have it any other way!

Fin

I really hope this was okay, in feel like it was a bit jumbled and a bit of a ramble, I just really liked the concept, but hopefully you get the picture, notes and reblogs are very welcome!! Thankyou soo much for reading 😁💕

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[dont-cry2020]

“You’re a Dumbass.”

Harry Styles x reader

This is based on this anon

“Okay since you asked for requests here it is: Write a super angst but ends with fluff story where Harry has a girlfriend and y/n is his friend but they aren't so close yet y/n is head over heels for him and one day he kept noticing her looking at him with dreamy eyes so he asks Mitch about it since he met her through him and he tells him that she was in love with him ("I thought you knew, man. Everyone does") You let your imagination finish this just make it as angst as possible dkfjdks”

Ok so side note there’s stuff in here about camille and what happened between harry and camille is really none of our business- this is just a story and i just used her as a character in the story line- please don’t harass anyone over this, let’s TPWK please haha thank you for coming to my ted talk

Here we go again. 

It was another Friday night at the Styles’ residence, hosting their all too famous ‘movie night’ with all their friends. 

Except you were one of the friends invited by Harry and his girlfriend (rather begrudgingly, she didn’t like you too much) to the house that they shared. 

You and Harry had been friends for a few years, meeting through Mitch when he first joined the band. You clicked pretty well, talking animatedly about some band that Mitch had never heard of before, completely leaving him to third wheel on the old studio couch. It was almost like it was meant to be, and you couldn’t deny the feelings you felt for the green-eyed rockstar. 

You didn't hang out too often, only really when he hosted big parties, but you were friends nonetheless. 

There were nights where you were kept up by the image of his smiling face in your head, and there were nights where you slept soundly and dreamed of his body hovering over yours. 

But you knew that would never happen. 

Harry was happy with his girlfriend, Camille, and you knew that you could never be selfish enough to break up the couple. And you also knew that Harry needed you by his side, strictly as a friend, so you threw on some sweats and drove to his house, mentally preparing yourself for the o-so-famous ‘movie night’, which usually ended in Harry and Camille’s makeout session being too loud and disgusting for you and the rest of your friends to handle. 

At least that’s their reasoning for leaving, for you couldn’t shake the wrenching of your heart over and over again at the affection that he gave her, and not you. 

You lifted your fist to knock on the white wooden door, suspending it in the air at the screaming coming from inside the house.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you heard shouts and the crashing of what sounded like plates breaking on the floor. Your heart races, trying the door knob to find that it’s unlocked, swinging open the door, praying that everyone was okay.

“Hey, sorry I’m early but I heard loud noises and I-” you stopped talking, taking in the sight of Harry and Camille standing across from each other in the kitchen, glass on the floor and a cut on Harry’s lip. 

they were fighting

“wanted to make sure you were okay,” you said under your breath, taking a step backward. “I’ll just...” you say, turning towards the door, trying to slow down your labored breathing.

“Wait y/n I-” you hear Harry start, followed by Camille shrieking and another crash of glass. She yells something at him in French, stomping out the front door and slamming it behind her, leaving you to stand dumbfounded in the foyer of his house. 

“Fuck!” Harry shouts, his voice cracking, small droplets of blood running down his chin. 

“Oh, Harry,” you say, jogging over to him, cupping his face in your hands. He flinches, slapping your hands away and banging his fist on the kitchen counter.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he yells, tears pooling in his eyes. 

“Harry, stop you’re gonna hurt yourself I-” He pushes you away, leaving you stumbling across the kitchen floor and hitting your hip against the counter. 

“Goddamnit,” you hiss, sucking in a breath at the pain. Harry’s eyes were wide with shock, realizing what he just did to his friend. 

“Wait, y/n, I-” He starts, staggering towards you. You hold your hand out to stop him, as if to say ‘you’ve already done enough’, turning on your heels and walking to the front door. You reach for the knob, flinching as it swings open, a tired looking Mitch holding a bottle of wine on the other side. 

“Y/n, where are you..?” he starts, closing his mouth as you run out the door, tears running down your cheeks. 

Mitch creeps into the house, brow furrowed as he looks for Harry. 

“Harry what the actual fuck happened?” he asks, taking in the sight of broken glass on the floor and Harry’s tear stained face with dried blood on the side of his lip. “And what the fuck did you do to y/n?”

“I-” Harry starts, tugging at his hair. He was sad about Camille, sure. She had essentially told him to go fuck himself after accusing him of cheating on her with another girl, (which, of course, he never did); but he was really mostly devastated about hurting y/n, his best friend in the whole entire world. 

Mitch leads him to the couch, handing Harry the bottle of wine; the green-eyed man gladly taking a long swig from the bottle.

“I fucked up,” he croaked, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and carefully setting the bottle down on the ground. “With Camille and y/n.”

Mitch watches Harry as he throws his head against the back of the couch, groaning. 

“What happened with Camille?” Mitch asks, raising an eyebrow. 

“I- she thought I cheated on her- and I told her I didn’t... because I DIDN’T” He pauses, taking another swig of wine. “And I- I told her tha’ if she couldn’t trust me we needed to break up... and...” He shuts his eyes for a moment, recalling the memory that happened mere minutes ago. 

“She started throwing things and screaming at me and y/n came in and she was about to leave... but I told her to stay... and Camille just stormed off, screaming at me in French so y/n couldn’t hear that she was calling her a whore and telling me to go fuck myself.”

Mitch opens his mouth, shutting it after a moment. 

“I see,” he says, the idea that Harry is no longer with Camille ringing in his ears. None of their friends ever really liked her all that much, especially y/n, but they all put up with her for Harry’s sake. 

“What happened with y/n?” he asks, still slightly nervous about the state you were in as you stormed out the door.

Harry swears under his breath, hitting the couch cushion with his bruised fist. 

“She was jus’ trying to help m’. But I- I pushed her away and she fell into the counter.” He stops for a moment, realizing that his friend could’ve been seriously hurt if he had even been the slightest bit rougher with her. 

“Jesus, Harry,” Mitch shakes his head, rubbing his temple and making a mental note to check on you when he leaves. “You’re a fucking dumbass.”

...

Mitch’s words resonate with Harry for the rest of the night: ‘you’re a fucking dumbass’ ringing through his ears as he sweeps the glass from the floor. His knuckles are bruised and the blood that once trickled off his lip was dried; pieces of a memory that he doesn’t ever want to relive. 

He hadn’t bothered to check his phone, knowing that there would be nothing new popping up on the screen. He slides into his bed, sliding the sheets over his head, regretting it not long after when the scent of his now ex-girlfriend fills his nose. He presses his face into his hands before slipping out of bed and stumbling down the hall to the guest bedroom where you sometimes spend the night. 

Harry was relieved to find that he hadn’t washed the sheets since you had last slept over last weekend. He slides under the sheets, pulling a pillow into his arms and burying his nose in the fabric. It smelled like your shampoo and all he wanted was to make things better with you, but he was forewarned by Mitch that you would need a bit of time to cool off. 

You, on the other hand, were sat in bed, one of Mitch’s hoodies draping over your body, a kind gesture from your friend, sure, but you couldn’t help but notice that it wasn’t nearly as soft or comfortable as those that you had borrowed from Harry. 

The feeling of having your heart broken by someone who never had it in the first place makes you hurt more, the dried tears on your face and the bruise on your hip a reminder of what happened not four hours ago. 

...

The weekend ended much too quickly for Harry’s liking; not leaving his bed and barely eating wasn’t treating him too well. It was now Tuesday, and Harry had to be at the studio at 10 to work on some new demos. he didn’t want to... He REALLY didn’t want to leave his bed and shower and put on a real outfit. But he knew that the worst thing would be letting his band down. 

So he forced himself to strip down, letting the water of the shower cascade down his muscles that needed to be stretched from not moving very much for two days. He put on a pair of jeans and a hoodie, not wanting to be too uncomfortable, grabbing his keys and phone and heading to the studio. 

Mitch had texted you the Monday night, asking if you wanted to come ‘round the studio the next day and bring lunch. He even went as far as to tell you that you didn’t have to see Harry if you didn’t want too; he would meet you at the door to avoid him. 

So Tuesday morning, you bought a few sandwiches for the band, figuring that you weren’t mad enough to starve Harry, buying him one too. You knew that he probably hadn’t eaten a full meal in days, anyways. 

You brought them by at around noon, handing the bag to Mitch and offering a small wave to the other members of the band, Harry nowhere in sight. You were about to ask if he was okay, genuine concern coming through, but you saw him come out of the bathroom. You rushed out the door before he could spot you, only slowing once you reach your car, throwing your head back against the head rest. 

“Hell yeah, y/n got us food?” Sarah said, making Harry look up from his hands at the bag of sandwiches in Mitch’s hand, flinching slightly at the name coming off her lips. He sits quietly on the couch, pretending to scroll through his phone when his name is called and a sandwich is thrown at him. 

He catches the wrapped sub, feeling more lousy that you’re still looking out for him. Simply a letter H is scrawled on the paper, making his heart break at the nickname that only you called him.

“Harry, you alright?” Sarah asks him, mouth full of food. He simply nods his head, not saying anything for fear that he won’t be able to stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. 

“I’m just wondering because you didn’t even say hello to y/n and usually she...” Sarah pauses after Mitch gives her a look, telling her to shut the hell up. She mouths ‘oh’ as Harry tugs on strands of his hair. 

“I really fucked it up, didn’t I?” He groans into his hands. His entire band nods simultaneously, rolling their eyes at the absolute wanker sitting in front of them. 

“I just don’t understand,” Harry starts again, shaking his head. “I hurt her and she still does this fucking shit,” he gestures to the uneaten sub in his lap, “and I’m nothing but a douche bag to her yet she always cares about me and helps me and i-” he stops, widening his eyes. 

“Dumbass,” Mitch whispers under his breath. 

“I gotta- I gotta go,” Harry says, frantically looking for his keys as they’re tossed at him by someone, and pointing out the door. 

“Go fuckin’ get her!” 

...

So, here Harry is, standing at the doorstep of y/n’s apartment, a bouquet of sunflowers in his fist, his other rapping at the wood door. 

You get up from your couch at the knock on your door, padding across the floor. You swing open the door, muttering a ‘hello’ before looking at who was standing at your door. 

“H?” you question, looking up at the man you knew so well. Except his skin was paled and the bags under his eyes were dark. His green eyes were dull and his hair a mess as if he had been tugging it upwards for hours on end (he had been doing exactly that).

“Y/n,” he says quietly, watching you intently, making a note of you wearing only his sweatshirt that hung above your knees, before you open the door a little wider, giving him a small smile and letting him into your apartment. 

The two of you stand face to face in the entry hall of your apartment, Harry awkwardly handing you the sunflowers he bought for you. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“I forgive you, Harry,” you say, setting the flowers on the entry table. “It was a mistake.”

“I-,” he starts, his voice cracking. “I’m a dumbass,” he whispers under his breath. You cock your head to the side, chuckling lightly. 

“What?” 

“Fuck it,” he says, closing what felt to be miles of space between the two of you, closing his eyes and ghosting his lips over yours. 

“I-” you shut your eyes, hesitating at the feeling of his lips feathering over yours, labored breaths shared between the two of you. 

“What about Cami-”

“We’re over.”

You sigh, pulling Harry into a hug. “Oh, Harry I’m so-” you pause, cupping his face in your hands and pulling his face away from your neck wide-eyed realization hitting you. 

You let out a puff of air, before the two of you melted your lips together, Harry placing his hands on your hips, rubbing softly on the one that he had hurt. 

You had imagined this moment for years. And now it was happening, better than you ever imagined it would be.

Harry pulls away, holding your face in his hands, tears pooling in his eyes that had just become that much brighter. 

#Harry Styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut imagine #louis tomlinson #louis tomlinson imagine #1 direction blurb #1 direction smut

[yessoupy]

i think i have to unstan harry styles.

best weekend of my life (so far)

it's been a week [a fucking year] and I still haven't posted my review. at this point y'all know the show was awesome. hannah is posting her pics after a week straight of actually working (let's take up a collection to hire hannah to go to harry shows and produce exclusive content for us, what do you say?). after a week [a YEAR] away from the harrie commune all I can say is.... I don't know if I can continue on this way without it. i might have to stop altogether. [somehow, i’ve made due.]

after the last show of the 2018 tour I had such a fierce feeling that I'd missed out on something I would have really loved. there was nothing to do for it, since it was my sister's wedding day, so I moved on pretty quickly. but I also made the decision that for harry's next tour, I was going to go all out.

my dudes, what a way to ring in the new era. [and present me needs to interject here that i think i knew that something was going to go horribly wrong in 2020. even with tickets in hand to such faraway shows as phoenix, denver, and raleigh, i could NOT book flights or hotels as late as february. i knew about coronavirus in late december because i was traveling abroad and acutely aware of travel warnings about wuhan province. and in early february we had our mardi gras party and franny showed up kind of sick and i hugged her but cautiously, mentally cataloguing her symptoms. so when it finally happened i think i was just ... resigned. and that’s why i wasn’t as upset as i would have been if nothing had changed from the time i started writing this review.]

this kind of show always seemed like something that happened to other people. getting the actual tickets was rather stressful (though not as stressful an experience as others had...) but once everything shook itself out i couldn’t even think about the weekend or else I’d implode. thank god for @chasm2018‘s organizational abilities. 

we missed a measles exposure at LAX by 2 days (bless). my first harrie commune™ experience of the weekend was riding the connections shuttle to pick up @papiermachecat at terminal 6 like she was a conquering hero (she is). we rode the connections shuttle to pick up @stylesinthewild and found a little table at starbucks in the baggage claim to wait for the bay area harries to arrive in their rented minivan full of goodies.

we piled in and hannah got us to our two hotel rooms, one with three queen beds, and somehow we got to the forum twice, once to buy pre-show merch and then the final time for the fine line show. we all dressed up and then took just ONE picture. one.

you know how the show went. i’m trying to cover ground that the squad hasn’t already posted [a YEAR AGO]

here is the note I DM'd to harry the next morning, which i think sums everything up nicely:

thank you for the show last night at the forum. I flew in from Houston and met up with friends from all over, only one of whom I'd gotten to hug in real life prior to yesterday. today we're sharing beds and toothpaste and fond memories. thank you for being you and bringing us all together. 💜

i don’t remember WHEN i sent it, maybe 3am, but later that day i took an uber to a vegan tattoo artist’s backyard studio to get a planned tattoo that @papiermachecat had sketched for me and my impulse tattoo of a fine line around my left wrist. while i was doing that, the squad finished up eating breakfast with other harries and then went to stand in the pop-up shop line.

you’ve heard the line stories. i fucking LOVE standing in a line for something because of the people you meet. in front of us we had a personal DJ who’d play what people wanted to hear and airdropped a picture of harry’s dick from WMYB. we’d break off in pairs to go to CVS or visit other people we knew in line. and this hasn’t been written about before, but one of those times hannah and i were walking around the block we saw some men standing by some cars near the entrance and we kind of stopped.... and i think at the same time realized who we were looking at ... and after looking around and realizing that no one else in the fucking line recognized jeff azoff hannah went in for the kill. we thanked him for taking such good care of harry, answered questions he had for us, thanked him again, i had the presence of mind at the end to tell him our names, and we took the pop-up shop merch menus that hadn’t been passed out to anyone yet, and then walked back to our spot in line silently, processing that moment. sometimes i’ll think about that conversation and get all warm and fuzzy thinking about that show and how well it went and how much LOVE there was for everything and harry and between all of us and it sustains me through a shitty, shitty pandemic day at work.

eventually we got through the line and got our merch and looked at all the things they had set up and after moving our reservation back we got to cafe habana to sit at a very familiar table and i took off my bandages to show my tattoos to everyone (to this day i regret not having the presence of mind to show jeff my brand new fine line tattoo, he would have loved it) and we ate and laughed and had the server take our picture and that’s probably what i miss most about the weekend, being in that place imbued with such silly meaning to us and all FEELING that gravity of where we were and being able to recognize it in each others’ eyes and smiles. perfect weather, amazing food, the best company.

the early morning saw our three queen room breaking up, and @papiermachecat left a single zyrtec in the middle of the room on the floor, bringing me to tears laughing even without her physical presence. @chasm2018 and i went to randy’s donuts (where we met up with @treatpeoplewithnice again) and GOD i want to eat donuts that good again. 

it was sad to leave LA that afternoon, wearing my new tpwk oversized hoodie. it wasn’t the last time i was around a big crowd of people, wasn’t even the last concert i attended before all of this happened (that was in vienna on december 30), but it was the last time i was going to be full of unbridled joy. that weekend was the real ode to joy.

we’ll get back to it, it’s just going to take some time.

@stylesinthewild, @papiermachecat, @greeneyesharry & emily, @treatpeoplewithnice, @aggresivelyfriendly, and @chasm2018: fine line forum squad forever in my heart. that weekend will always be so special to me for so many reasons and it wouldn’t have been the same without each and every one of you.

@accidentalharrie and @styloff - ONE of these times we’ll be in the same place for long enough to do more than hug and grin at each other.

@ferryboatpeak and @ticklefighthockey - it was great to meet you! and la who would have thought then our next meeting would be in the backyard of an airbnb sitting six feet apart because we don’t want to spread a disease?

to harry, who isn’t reading this but i need all of you who ARE to know my heart ... thank you for bringing these people into my life. this experience of being your fan has changed me in such profound ways that there’s really no way to express it. it’s less about you and more about those who love you like i do, and i love them. and you.

to jeff, thank you for taking such good care of harry and having his best interests at heart. 

to anne, thank you for raising such a good person and giving him to the world.

to camille, thank you for fine line. without you, that weekend doesn’t happen the way it did and i love that weekend. 

#fine line live #one night only #my 'review' a year later

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

Ralph when you have the time and have formed an opinion I am dying to hear what you think about Harry’s merch

So there are like three big questions I have about Harry's merch. One is what do I think about it, the second is when in the timeline is it from and what if anything can this tell us about Harry's aesthetic. And the third is the ever looming question about merch - is Harry uninterested in merch - or does this tell us that his taste is not nearly as impecable as we'd think.

In general, I think this merch is a little bit less terrible than previously. The layout of TPWK doesn't look like it was done as soon as someone had typed the slogan into Word. The cropping in the Fine Line t-shirts is an abomination I think the bunny image works particularly well on the grey hoody. I don't think any of the merch is interesting or cool and I'm sure you could do much better. But my expectations are very low.

For me, the bigger question has always been the relationship between Harry's merch and his aesthetic. There's always been a vast gulf between his personal aesthetic and the merch he put out, which meant the merch fundamentally didn't work.

The problem this time round is that we really don't know when the merch is from. They have obviously printed some new merch - the poster has the date and I assume the t-shirts have the dates on teh back (please if I'm wrong someone correct me, because this is very important). So that merch was obviously made this year. But I'm really curious about the water bottles and the tote bags and the hoodies. Are they new? Is this the merch Harry has chosen to have now? Or in this merch are we seeing what Harry intended his tour to be like in 2020? (as a related question what is the cost of storing merch for a year and a half vs. just destroying it?)

I feel like in some ways we'll be better able to talk about this merch tomorrow night (which is why I answered htis anon today - all the better for two lots of discoursing), when we'll have some sense of the aestehtics of how he's presenting himself in concert. The checkerboard was present in Fine Line one night only. Are the bunnies going to be a symbol that he plays with on stage? If so in what way?

I personally find it hard connecting the bunny image with Watermelong Sugar Grammy performance Harry, and easier connecting it with the Fine Line uniform Harry. But the fact that his merch aesthetic is often disconnected with his personal aesethtic makes it hard to know if that means anything.

Finally - I think we have to conclude that this is the merch Harry wants to have. I know people want to find someone to blame it on and suggest that he's never even looked at it (although even though that's a choice). But Alex pointed out quite a while back that he does wear his own merch, and he also wears a lot of other people's merch. He clearly likes merch as clothing. And (also from Alex) he was wearing a hat that was very much liek the "Harry is my friend" merch, not long ago. I find it very interesting that he apparently wants his merch to look like this, but I find it difficult to come to any other conclusion.

#More merch discourse tomorrow #when we know a little bit about how he's presenting himself on tour #I can't wait

[1ddiscourseoftheday]

🤹‍♀️ Wed 17 June 🥅

Happy days for Niall! Or as he put it, "Today could be the greatest day I’ve had in a while. I have a new song out and the premier league is back tonight!" He wrote his own verse to add in to Ashe's song Moral of the Story that's both pure Niall (hello Paper Houses reference) and crafted to fit right in to the existing material and her style, perfect! Recorded at home and separately but you'd never know, they sound beautiful together. Ashe says about Niall, "he’s not in it for fame or praise - he’s in it bc he’s in love with music and ur either born that or ur not." They'll be doing a live together tomorrow and it's sure to be charming. Niall also posted his shirtless chest, naturally, and, as promised, had things to say about the football.

A person with an account started a couple weeks ago said they live near Louis' London house but had never seen him until recently when he saw him outside his gate with another person who... yes! Was the guy in those pictures! (Harry, naturally.) Cute! I'd be more inclined to believe it if it didn't echo in every detail a number of other similar (and made up) sightings (new account, just casually mentioning the other person for no real reason is but oh why yes that picture of Harry does appear to be the guy, okay bye I'm actually gonna private this account) and with Eleanor back on dog duty at that house I suspect they're elsewhere but it could be real, sure why not. If it was made up they did a really good job not sounding like a fan for once so kudos there.

Anyway also Liam posted to encourage people to support the Live Nation crew fund by buying merch and modeled the hoodie and Harry's store has the rainbow TPWK merch back in stock for pride month. Everyone wants me to buy a hoodie but I'm sweating here, Southern hemisphere maybe you guys can get this one?

#Niall Horan #Liam Payne #Harry Styles #Harry #Liam #Niall #hazquatch #17 june 2020 #Ashe #Eleanor #stunts #bruce the stunt dog #Clifford #in case it isn't clear I absolutely think that sighting was a fan fake

[fallingsunflower]

Wait is she really papped with a tpwk hoodie? Just her? Also in LA or wherever the next city for tour is? I would look myself but I’ll be come or let honest, I don’t want to SEE I just want to know haha and I don’t want my phone to think I want to see them and start having it be recommend.

Yes she was really papped in the hoodie in LA and alone