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when not in rome.
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authors note idk this was a random thing i wrote at 2AM because i just missed them, i am still working on style so don't worry that should be out soon. also this is set way before no strings, i love writing about them in their previous moments!
brief description harry surprises y/n at her graduation (also listen to love of my life by h whilst readinggg)
warnings! angsty? fluffy? drunk y/n and harry (2.1k)
younger!lhh!nostrings!h x reader
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SIX YEARS BEFORE
University has a funny way of making you feel like you might never cross the finish line. Y/n like everyone else had multiple days where she would just sob and scream from the stress of it all. Exams were totally a torture device.
When Y/n graduated with her first degree before deciding to write her thesis Harry surprised her.
He’d been touring the world with One Direction for months now and she hadn’t seen him since Paris the year before, when he’d surprised her by flying her to join them in their Paris show and they’d had a wild few drunken nights that she felt blurred the lines of friendship into something more.
But after their few days, when the champagne ran out, and she came back home, she sobered and realised that nothing would ever happen between them. And if you spent a few nights with Harry in a limo drinking champagne and dealing with his wandering hands you too would fall for him. Just a bit. It's only natural.
She missed him, though, loads. He was one of her best friends after all.
Around a month ago they phoned each other, it was late for her and the morning for him, she’d been studying and they talked for hours catching up till the sky turned bright for her and her eyes drooped shut. The time between their phone calls had grown longer and longer now, and she missed him. She’d mentioned that she was graduating soon and that they were both supposed to be graduating if he’d stayed in Uni. She remembers them staying up late at parties discussing their futures and how post-graduation Harry was insistent that they’d still be roommates. She realised now that their dream definitely wasn’t a possibility anymore.
He’d told her that instead of being there graduating like they’d suspected he was going to be, he was in Rome at some fashion show gala thing, and his date was this sexy model named Rosalie who had her sex tape leaked a couple of months ago. She was happy for him, but a part of her couldn’t help but be disappointed. She felt like he was drifting away from her every day, but she couldn’t find in herself to be cross with him. He was swept up by the fame of it all, and how on earth could she be mad that he was literally a rockstar? She knew that he was still Harry and she was still Y/n but they weren’t Harry and Y/n anymore. Not like before.
And honestly, she’d probably leave everything and everyone behind, party all night, and sleep with sexy models too if she had the chance to be famous. But she couldn’t sing for shit. So instead she did what she was doing, and shoved her nose in a book rather than in lines off a bathroom sink, and she was rather content with the peacefulness of it all.
All thoughts of Harry were swept away from her mind when she walked across the stage in the grande hall. She was finally graduating! Thank god! She thought. She had a sash that showed she was an honours student, and she was blooming with pride, when they called her name her list of achievements was longer than the four painful years she’d spent studying in their grande libraries. She was so glad to shake the hand of one of her favourite professors and leave, the next year ahead she planned to travel and work overseas, she was excited about that.
But honestly, she was even more excited to get absolutely shit-faced at the graduation after-ball party. She found herself a few pints down, sitting by the edge of one of the fountains, when she nearly fell in at the absolutely shocking sight in front of her.
There was just no way it could be true. I mean he was in Rome, and she was drunk in London. She’d seen photos on her Twitter of him wrapping his tattooed arms around that Rosalie model girl, so how could he be here in London just like that? It was not real, surely. She must be hallucinating and the second-hand smoke of all the spliffs had finally got to her brain. But suddenly the man turned around and Jesus Christ it was him. It was Harry. His eyes were pinched as he searched the crowd and when he finally saw her they lit up, all green like a forest, and his mouth kicked up into that devilish grin of his.
He saw her dumb-struck expression and laughed softly walking toward his best friend. He was dressed in a suit jacket like everyone else, and since they were all drunk none of them noticed it was the Harry Styles of the One Direction AKA the biggest band in the world. To them, he was just some random twat who just graduated too.
His hair had grown all long and curly, and he just looked so much more like a man than when he’d left. Had he gotten taller? More strong? The arms of his jacket strained and Y/n sighed at the sight of him.
She didn't think she'd changed much, but Harry thought she looked even more beautiful than before, if possible.
When he stood right in front of her, her mouth was still wide in utter shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He laughed. “Is that all you hafta’ say? Come on, hug your best friend!”
She sprang up from her seat and the silky long dress, which was a teal blue colour. All smooth and tight on her skin was hiked up slightly. Her gown and cap were long gone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. He lifted her up off the floor and spun them around.
She smelt like peaches and sweetness, and God, he could've stayed holding her for weeks.
She giggled and felt her face hurt from smiling so big. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you!”
When he placed her down, his hands did not leave the curve of her waist. “Surprise, babe.”
“What the- shit- I thought you were in Rome! How’d you even get here?” She asked
He smiled. “I was, got a flight this afternoon. It was the only one coming home, sorry for missing the graduation part.”
She just smiled up at him. “You’re crazy.”
He shook his head landing a hand on her shoulder. “I knew how important it was to you, and I missed you. Sue me.”
She laughed, eyes welling with slight tears. Maybe he wasn’t drifting too far from her after all. “Oh, god, don’t make me cry, you know how I get after a few pints, H.”
He laughed, arms outstretched for her to cuddle him. “Aw, pet, c’mere.”
She smacked his chest playfully but cuddled him nonetheless. “Let’s go get royally fucked, mate,” She whispered and they pulled apart, hands interlocking as she lead him off to one of the pubs where everyone was buying drinks.
It was called The Ducks Nuts.
A few of her mates were inside. Ones Harry didn’t know, but she’d already spent a good portion of the night with them. So she told them her old friend had surprised her and they’d be here and there.
Harry ordered them some shots and eventually the night was just a blur of hands touching each other, as they got so drunk Y/n felt her world spinning. They’d hopped around multiple different pubs and bars and Y/n was so tired. Her heels itched her feet with pain and she ripped them off, along with her bag. As they walked with little purpose she threw her things at him and began to dance in the middle of the road.
Harry was holding her things as she danced in the street showing her best Elton John impression, and he silently decided that was what made her so perfect. She was just herself. And he loved that about her, he loved everything about her.
He laughed and told her what a realistic impression it was, and how they’d met at some award show to back up that comment. She was infinitely jealous, she loved Elton.
On her way back toward him she landed in his arms after losing her footing he shook his head at her.
“You are very drunk, Lovie. Aren't ya'?" He said, in a soft tone one that made her tummy turn in flips.
She sighed as they walked in a direction with no destination in mind. “You aren’t drunk enough, you need to get on my level.”
He noticed her shiver under his arm and quickly ripped his coat off. It swallowed her form and she smiled gratefully hugging the coat around herself. It felt like a warm embrace, and that smell filled her nose and suddenly she was home in her old flat with him, home in Holmes Chapel, home with him. Just home.
“Smells good.” She giggled as she sniffed the shoulder pad, her cheek brushing against the soft material all dog-like. “N’ soft too.”
“Why thanks, it’s Gucci.” He replied.
She rolled her eyes. “Come on then, money-bags, let’s get you as drunk as me.”
They strolled into a tavern near her flat and drank so much tequila that they had to practically carry each other home.
As Harry looked up at the stars and moon, feeling the cool air nip her skin he sighed. He hadn’t gotten this drunk, and been this happy in such a long time. He was giggling contently, as she leaned into him and he silently wished that the night would never end.
He never wanted his time with her to end either. He loved spending time with her, whether they were on an adventure or doing nothing at all. Y/n made it worthwhile.
When they reached the shitbox of a flat she lived in Harry followed calmly behind her, and when one of her neighbours spat a comment about drunken youths he sighed, “I wish you would’ve taken up my offer,”
She looked up at him as she played with the jammy door that never seemed to open on the first try. Shoving her shoulder into it as she managed to finally wedge it open, stumbling inside ungracefully.
And with a roll of her eyes, she ushered him inside. “There is zero chance I’d let my all-of-sudden bazillionaire rockstar friend buy me a flat, just cause he can afford shoes worth more than my entire life savings. Anyway, how could I ever pay it back? I have two p to my name and a packet of noodles in my possessions, Harry.”
He laughed. “Think of it as a graduation present then,”
She sighed. “Just shut up and sit down, and I’ll get some wine.”
It was almost 4AM now, and neither cared. They were beyond drunk, but Y/n missed him and if force-feeding him wine would get him to spend a whole 24 hours with her, she totally would.
When she sat down with two mugs spilling with a cherry red wine, that was the cheapest shit she’d ever bought, Harry laughed. Her wobbly legs forced her to land awkwardly on one thigh practically on top of his. He smiled, one that showed his kind eyes.
Green pools of emerald she wished to swim in for eternity. She laughed at the thought, she really got poetic when she was drunk, huh?
“God, remind me to get you drunk more often.” He whispered.
She sighed. “Oh shut up, and fill me in on life then. Who are you shagging?”
He looked at her pointedly. “Who are you shagging?”
A blush crept up her neck, and suddenly the only secret she had kept from him was threatening to slip past her drunken red-stained lips.
“None of your business, but there’s this hot guy in my physics who I would totally shag,”
He laughed, but underneath it, he felt a jealousy creep up his spine, he knew he had no right since he’d been balls deep in two Italian models this morning, turns out threesomes are a really good cure for hangovers by the way. But despite that, he felt an itch he couldn’t scratch that resembled something pretty close to jealousy.
“What’s he like?” Harry asked.
She shrugged. “Dunno, tall, glasses, got that whole nerdy silent thing going for him.”
“That’s what you like then, silent types?” He asked, running a hand through his long curls, and she reached out to play with one.
She shook her head, and said distractedly, “I don’t know.”
“Makes sense why you never dated me then.”
During primary school, Harry dated every girl in their class including Daisy and Penny, except Y/n who told him she didn’t fancy him. It was an ongoing topic of discussion between them. Why wasn't he good enough? He always asked.
She laughed at that comment. “I know you too well for that, and I get the unfiltered you, and I lived with you which was basically like being married to you. We bickered too much to ever date, Haz.”
He looked at her with hooded eyes, and for some reason that stung, but trying to be light-hearted he said. “Never say never, what if we needed to repopulate the earth?”
She looked over at him and placed a hand on his and kissed his cheek, all soft and slow, and for a moment he thought she might actually kiss him for real but instead, she said. “There’ll be no hope for humanity then.”
He sighed, fake pouting before a couple of minutes of silence passed and he turned to her and said. “Come with me to Brazil.”
Her eyes widened, “What?"
“I leave tomorrow night, come with me.” He said.
She frowned. “What? Come with you? You can't be serious.”
He nodded. “Please? I miss you! And we can party for a whole week together, or sleep, or do whatever the fuck you want! Just come, pack a bikini and something sparkly, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
Y/n and Harry did end up going to Brazil but that’s a story for another time.
She stood up from the couch holding her hand out to him, and he slid his into hers. Cool rings grazing the soft skin of her palm.
“Let’s just go to sleep, you're talking like a crazy person.” She said, softly pushing a lock of his hair away from his eyes.
He sighed at her, “But m’ serious, Love.”
“Alright, ask me again tomorrow. That is if you even remember...now come on, let’s listen to Fleetwood Mac and sleep until tomorrow evening.”
Y/n's room was cosy and welcoming. Harry felt his eyes droop at the sight. A tiny lamp shining over them in an orange glow, her cot-like bed covered in blankets and the scent of her likely covering those sheets.
That night they slept in Y/n’s twin bed, cuddling, with Stevie Nicks serenading them to sleep. Cheeks plump and pink from too much alcohol, hands wandering scandalously, and the love in air was thick and obvious.
Before Y/n fell asleep she pecked his lips, in a quick kiss, one that it barely even touched him and said, “Night, mate,”
His lips burned like wildfire, and from that night on, he did think humanity had a chance if it was up to them. Whether or not she believed that.
“Night, Love.”
i have been a bit slack with updates lately...second year of uni is crazy and im already soooo busy, but i missed them and i wanted to write a lil sum for y'all until my next proper update :) BIG LOVEEEE
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can we talk about how hot lhh is plss
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😫😫😫😫😫😫😫
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How to calm the Harry Styles fandom 101: Leak an old song from 2015 with the imagination of LongHairHarry and lyrics for LarryIsReal.
That or nude pictures
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you and harry braid each others hair<3
warnings: none
“baby- you're pulling it.”
“shush harry! i am not!”
harry groaned and pushed your hands away from his hair, “yes, yes you are. do you have a brush?”
you huffed and mumbled a ‘stubborn’ (which earned a chuckle from harry) and dug into your bag for a brush. you were giving harry braids before his show, like you've done hundreds of times, but according to harry his hair was too tangled for you to just comb through it with your fingers.
you pulled out your hair brush and started to brush harry’s hair. “better, your highness?”
harry laughed, “yes actually.”
you continued to brush his hair to the muffled voices of the other members of the band rehearsing their songs.
once you were done, you took just a bit of hair gel and started to braid his hair into two dutch braids on the sides of his head. the middle of his hair was just going to be left in a bun, so you didn't bother with it. (***)
by the time you were done harry was resting his head against his knees which he had brought up to his chest, and his eyes were closed.
you leaned forward and kissed his temple, “i’m done,” you whispered.
harry opened his eyes, smiled at you and kissed you. “thank you, now you're turn.”
you smiled and switched places with harry.
he gently brushed your hair (with the brush) and gave you the same hairstyle you gave him, except he pulled all of your hair into braids, instead of having a bun in the middle.
you hummed as his fingers ran through your hair. you never understood why some people didn't like to have their hair played with, it felt amazing.
“harry?” you whispered, afraid it would ruin the mood.
“yes, my love?”
“promise me something,”
“anything.”
“promise that we'll braid each other's hair even when we're old and wrinkly?”
harry chuckled.
“i'm serious h,” you pouted.
he smiled and kissed your cheek after tying off your braids. “of course i promise.”
you smiled, “and do you promise you'll never let anyone else braid your hair?”
he laughed again, “i promise.”
“and do you also promise that we'll stay together forever?”
“yes,” he hummed.
“and do you-” harry cut you off with a chuckle, “i promise everything darling. everything in that pretty head of yours that you want to me to promise, i promise.”
you grinned, “great, you owe me all your hoodies now,”
“hey!”
“you promised!” you moved to straddle his lap.
“well yes but-”
you silenced him with a finger to his lips. you leaned closer and whispered, “you promised,”
harry licked your finger, causing you to wrinkle your nose and wipe it on his shirt, “ew,”
he kissed your nose, “dumbass. one hoodie per week alright?”
you groaned, “fine.”
harry grinned, “good girl,” he kissed you, and suddenly you guys forgot about the show starting in 15 minutes.
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Long hair Harry 😍
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i love him sm
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🖤Long Hair Harry 🤍
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For those who thought long hair didn’t suit Harry.
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i made it by myself (✯ᴗ✯)
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hope you guys are enjoying so far ❤️ lmk!!
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He's an angel.. Featus Harry, prince hair Harry, frat boy Harry, bandana obsessed Harry, long hair Harry, Dunkirk Harry, fine line era Harry and love on tour Harry.. #harrystyles #fetusharry #princeharry #bandanaharry #longhairharry #dunkirkharry #finelineera #loveontour #onedirection #onlyangel https://www.instagram.com/p/CWE55xkhbDv/?utm_medium=tumblr
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the other day i saw a video on tiktok, they were on stage it was a LongHairHarry era and lou had a hair tie in his wrist but then at one point when they comeback from backstage H was in a bun and lou wrist was bare 👀 why i never saw this on tumblr?
Hahah because you probably spend more time on tiktok? This is a classic, I've definitely seen this here before. I'm going to find the post and I'll reblog that for you. I think that was in the US, Louis looked like an angel on that day
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Lord have mercy I’m bout to bust
https://vm . tiktok . com/ZMemqtwGH/
OHHHDNDNDJ MY GOD FUCK
https://www.tiktok.com/@harrysvelvetdreamgirl/video/6950075247672446213
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A small something I wrote a while ago that just sits in my drafts💕
He watched from the corner of the café, out of the window, as she strode with great confidence, which was quite clearly radiating off of her, as she took her normal route that she followed every morning. The mannerisms that she portrayed were a clear stereotype of people in the city, busy, distracted and clearly had somewhere better to be as opposed to fighting through the busy streets to arrive at her final destination. However, something about her broke the stereotype, it wasn't clear what it was but she gave out an abnormality that changed the tension and aura around her. Let's just settle on the fact that city she lived in would be very difficult if she wasn't there to change the way that it functioned. The homeless man that everyone ignored, she tipped and the things that went unnoticed got noticed by her and appreciated. Yet, she was one of the things that went unnoticed and unappreciated by the world around her even though she changed it for the better.
He continued observing her everyday like he did for past few months. Every time he saw her through the window she appeared to be accomplished but still striving for more, yet something was off about her on a certain day. The aura previously mentioned altered and he had a gut feeling that it wasn't going to be his usual routine in watching her. As she was on the route she took every day something changed, she took a sharp left and crossed the road toward the café he was in and he looked down as the bell on the door jingled signalling a new customer has entered the quaint shop.
As she ordered he noticed her voice was different to how he imagined it to be. He thought it would be soft but would have a hint of a demanding tone within it. He thought it would be velvety almost as if you could feel the texture because of the soft sound that it would give out. He was wrong; It was hoarse, like she had been screaming for hours which in itself made the feeling in his gut more unsettling. However, it was quiet and almost represented an oxymoron to how she stood and looked to others. Once he realized he had been staring he averted his eyes back to his lap as they were when she first entered the room. But the only thing is this didn't stop her from noticing his eyes burning into her sides just seconds before. He fiddled with his hands under the table which made her giggle slightly as it was a clear signal to her that he was anxious.
What happened next shocked the man as he did not expect to hear a small greeting from the woman he had been watching. He raised his head slightly meeting her gaze, returning the greeting and gesturing with his hand for her to sit in the seat across from him. They stayed like that for a while, telling each other about themselves and their lives. Little did she know he already knew most of the things she was confessing, but that didn't stop him from listening attentively to every small detail. He knew there would be things he missed while observing and learning about her over the past few months. After all she was very important to him she almost became part of the soul that he couldn't live without.
He knew she grew up with very little family and few people around her. So when she spoke about this detail he nodded and gave her a sympathetic smile. This was because he grew up
with little family too and understood the pain she went through that pain being loneliness. When she spoke to the stranger she felt the void being filled, which was odd to her because she's never felt this way before throughout her whole life. He didn't want to scare her by admitting the truth but he couldn't sit here much longer holding in his secret. She deserved him in her life now that was getting more hectic ,as it does when you reach mid twenties. He was waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell her but it was seeming like it would never come.
A comfortable silence arose in the conversation and they just looked at each other, an odd sort of love could be felt between them. Not a passionate type of love that would be felt between you and a partner, but the type of love you would feel with someone you was extremely comfortable with and were very close to. He thought this was the perfect opportunity to tell her what had been holding in for so long. He took a big breath in filling his lungs and breathing out a heavy sigh along with it. She looked at him curiously after this action almost questioning him as to what was wrong, but without using words just looking at him, the question could be read from her eyes. This is when he said the thing that would change her life forever along with his.
"This may sound odd" He breathed. "I've been watching you for awhile because..." He paused taking in the frightened look in her eye. "I'm the thing that you've been looking for your whole life"
Her eyes widened as she almost dropped the coffee cup to the ground. She thought she knew what he was going to say ,but had to hear it to be sure. She watched as he took another large breath, something she often did when she was also on edge. That's when her thoughts were confirmed. The strange man that had been watching her was indeed who she had been looking for. She didn't know whether to let out a sob or be overjoyed when he said...
"I don't know if you know about me or not, but I'm your brother"
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