Just sharing Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson stuff. Larrie, obviously.
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Harry&Louis Escapade vibes! 🌴🌊🌞
Behind every exqusite thing that existed, there was something tragic.
Oscar Wilde, the picture of Dorian Gray
"The moon knows."
"What are you talking about?"
"The moon knows that we' re in love."
2017 2022
HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022)
MY POLICEMAN (2022) Dir. Michael Grandage
“Are you saying goodbye to me?”
My Policeman (2022) Dir. Michael Grandage
DAVID DAWSON & HARRY STYLES My Policeman (2022) dir. Michael Grandage
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HARRY WITH A SQUIDRRY DOLL DURING MFASR — Los Angeles, Night X (12.11)
Keep Driving | Harryween, Los Angeles 31/10
Harry on stage at The Forum - Los Angeles, October 28
Harry on stage at The Forum - Los Angeles, October 31
one thing about harry gucci photoshoots is that his hair will be looking good no matter what
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-𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 || 𝐇.𝐒
Pairing: boyfriend!Harry x reader
Content warning: fluff, steamy kisses
Word count: 405
A/n: Hi my loves! I was not as quick as you guys but this is a short and sweet blurb for this photo (That I may or may not have pulled out my ass). Sorry for teasing… Please enjoy!!! masterlist
“Do I look pretty?” He asked as the stylist pushed his curls back in clips. He was preparing for the Daze magazine shoot and every outfit he gathered looked like it was straight out of an art gallery; questionable, yet unique.
“Absolutely gorgeous.” I comment. His lips twitch to the side and his eyes opened the slightest.
“Gorgeous enough to kiss?” He asks, cheeky smile spreading on his face.
I shook my head in disbelief and looked at the stylist, who’s eyes flicked between us. She quickly got the hint and gathered her things to leave. “This is why I love this crew.” He mumbled after she closed the door.
His arms stretched out and I couldn’t help but fall into his trap. I climbed onto his lap, letting my knees fall to the side of his legs, and my arms stretch to hold his neck in my hands. His arms slithered to my waist, squeezing my love handles lightly like he always did.
The chair height made me taller by the slightest, causing his green eyes to look up at me guiltily.
He wanted more than a kiss.
I lean down to his lips, brushing them slightly. His chest rose up and down normally and his nose let out little gust of air that heated my top lip.
Eventually, our lips closed and his soft lips took mine between his, slowly moving in sync, enjoying every second we expressed. His tongue brushed the bottom of my lip and I opened wider to give him entry.
As his tongue brushed mine, his hands squeezed my waist tighter before snaking down to my thighs, teasing his way to my ass. He rested them there, pushing me down against the lower part of his cutting gown. He was already hard.
Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door but Harry could care less; he grew eager and pulled me closer him.
A loud knock finally drove him away, “shoots in five.” Jeff’s voice rang.
“Fucking Jeff.” He murmured through a heavy pant. His head lifted back up to look at me and the mischievous smirk returned to his swollen wet lips. “Five minutes is all it takes.” He shrugged.
I could not believe this man; a horny beast that couldn’t even wait for later. “You are unbelievable.” I shook my head.
“Unbelievably hot.” He cheekily responded, taking my lips back.
“Fucking narcissist.” I laugh.
Cute ❤️
-𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 || 𝐇.𝐒
Pairing: best friend!harry x reader
Content warning: fluff, talks of Fiancé’s and Ex’s & love
Word count: 2k
A/n: guess how long I’ve had this puppy in my drafts? ok but i never give my one-shots part two’s but I’m thinking ab it… I really like it… enjoy:) masterlist
Sex, talk, heartbreak, clogs. All a part of the most exotic parties— ones Harry threw at least.
We were three hours in; sweat drenched our hairline and underarm’s, tequila was starting to taste like water, and the weird party lights we had since god-knows-when made me dizzy until I was nauseous.
The guest bathroom was shut, moans leaking through the creaks under the door. I hated bathroom hoggers. The only restroom left in this little home was the one in Harry’s room. It was kept locked so Harry wouldn’t get infested with crabs.
It was one of those locks that could be opened by a penny, or the tip of an acrylic nail.
Every ounce of food and liquid I consumed was huddling at the tip of my tongue. I nearly missed the toilet (I halfway did).
“You’re cleaning that up tomorrow.”
I pulled away from the toilet with a blazing throat and mouth that tasted like bad dip. My head spun so much I couldn’t focus on the voice.
I’m going crazy.
The shower curtains shook open. I turned and caught Harry’s lopsided smile— the dimpled one that never failed to make my stomach bubble (in a good way).
“Why are you hiding in there?” I asked, letting the weight of my head naively rest on the toilet seat.
He huffed through his mouth. Then, I saw right past his facade.
Sarah guessed three shots, Mitch guessed two, I guessed 12 AM. The answers didn’t match, but I figured it would take time to let something devastating sink in rather than drinks. We made a bet on when the high of the party would go down and he was faced with the fact that his fiancé was now his ex-fiancé.
“Too many people.” He grumbled, playing with the hem of his shirt.
The toilet flushed and I was back on my feet throwing a towel on the puked bit of floor before making my way over the tub.
“You don’t fit.” He half-groaned, half-laughed.
“I’ll make myself fit.” I snuggled myself between his crossed legs and the cold tile beside the faucet. It was a tight space, but he was thin enough for us to both fit. Uncomfortably, that is.
“You look like you had fun.” He said.
“Hm, what gave it away?” I sighed, closing my eyes to relieve myself of the nausea that was coming back.
“You haven’t puked like that since we were teenagers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. We had the bright idea of going to this popular’s girl party in year 11. We left drunk, and in so much trouble. One of the cops that caught us just happened to be our neighbor and drove us home without punishment.
Our mums didn’t hold back, though. I threw up my guts the next morning; as if that didn’t make me feel horrible enough, Harry had to watch as punishment, with Anne giving us a well-worded lecture about how disappointed she was and how she hopes we learn from our mistakes.
It only took us a couple tries.
“I still feel horrible about that night.” I wipe a tear away, stomach aching from laughter.
“It was very traumatizing. I thought I saw you threw up blood.”
“It was hot Cheetos.” I laughed hard, and so did he.
I closed my eyes for just a second to let myself breath. But he patted my knees.
“How’re you holding up, with the-“
“The ex-boyfriend thing?”
“Yeah…”
“Better…” I could sense that Anne ‘that’s a lie’ look he gained as he got older, so I shortened the lie and laughed, “Not so well.”
One of those laughs that reveals how hurt you are before you burst into tears.
I hated myself for leaving Him with so much power over my emotions. But it’s hard to move on from someone you saw everyday, made love to every other day, and told your secrets to because you trusted them.
Trust is a silly thing. Just as love.
Harry would know.
My face grew warm, and wet. Harry rubbed my knee, comfortingly. He knew this pain, this territory. But never were we both in the same state, disregarding our feelings to take care of one another. It felt foreign and I started to feel useless.
I hated that my heart hurt while his heart hurt, but maybe in a way, it’ll bring us closer together.
He sniffled. “God, I hate when you cry. It makes me cry.”
I opened my eyes to catch him wiping his tears. Then, I found myself crying more for afflicting my pain on him. Fuck drunk minds, and fuck stupid exes.
“Harry, don’t cry.” I whined.
He groaned before rubbing his eyes.
“Come on,” he patted my knee again, straightening himself in his spot to get up. He sniffled once more before he stepped over and offered me his hand. I stared at it, blearily. “Come on.” He said again.
Then I took his hand and stood a little too fast for my head. He held my hips in place until I gained balance.
“Don’t slip, you knob.” He laughed. He took one of my arms over his shoulders and led us the small patio outside his room.
There weren’t many people outside. Maybe a couple smoking a joint or two, converting in quiet voices.
“You think you’ll be able to climb up.” He pointed to the latter at the side of his house. If I hadn’t gone up there so many times before, drunk me would deny, but instead she gave me a boost of confidence.
“Psh! Yeah!”
He stared at me with his eyes wide. Even I heard my loud slurred words.
“We can stay-“
“Just hold my bum up, Harry.” I said, already making my way to the third step.
He gripped onto my waist firmly. All of a sudden I thought of all those times I’ve been touched on the waist; sexually, comfortingly. His hands felt hot, like they could burn a hole into my skin.
“Did you change your mind?” He says.
I looked at my spot on the latter, frozen still, then I shake my head.
I continued step after step, Harry’s grip getting looser and lower as I climbed higher.
Just hold my bum up, Harry.
Finally, I made at the very top and the weed stench was wary from here. Carefully, I roamed the top. Random tools and one of Harry’s old fisherman hats were up here.
“When was the last time you came up here?” I asked.
The latter wobbled some more before he responded with a grunt. “Erm, about three months I think.”
I could tell. The blue was turning brown and some of it was covered in bird turd. If anything it looked like it had been up here for years.
“Shit, that’s where my lucky hat went.”
He picked it up and for a second I thought he was going to put it on his head.
“Please don’t put it on.”
And for a second I couldn’t believe I doubted him.
He put it over his head and turned to look at me with a happy smile.
“You didn’t even smell it. You’ll have lice!”
He laughed and took it off to give it a whiff. Immediately, his face scrunched in regret.
“Oh god, that is-“
“Gross?”
He laughed hard enough to almost fall to his knees.
He opened his eyes to look at me with a peak of mischief. “You wanna smell it?”
“Absolutely not.” I slowly inched away.
“Just take a whiff, love.” He tilted it towards me.
“No, Harry.”
I eyed the hat as he grew closer and closer to me.
“I’m not kidding when I say I’ll murder you in cold blood, Harry.”
“You would do no such thing!” He whined.
“Wouldn’t you like to find out?”
With a blink of my eye, he took his chance. I tried to run past him but he was too fast.
He wrapped his arm around me and waved the hat in my face. I gagged, inhaling every bit of sour, wretched, sweat infused scent of it.
“YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!”
“Plead for mercy!” He shouted deliberately.
“I plead! I plead!”
He laughed and let me go. Once the horrifying smell withered away, I joined him and tried to laugh the trauma away.
Harry threw the hat over the balcony. I laid flat on the floor to try and catch my rugged, chest-burning breaths. I got to catch a glimpse of the moon too.
“Plead for mercy?” I ask.
“Year 5, remember?” He joined me on the floor.
My mind goes back to a 10 year old Harry and a group of 5 other girls wearing head wigs and role playing as the Supreme Court. It was a sick experiment our teacher did for English. We had to defend our essay thesis’s like they were going to get executed.
Mine got executed but Harry made a scene in front of the other girls to defend me. Then one of them got fed up and stood, screaming “plead for mercy! Plead!” Panically, I did what she said. Harry made light of it by repeating it every time he could, and since then it’s always made me laugh.
“I remember. I just haven’t heard that in a while.”
“We use it all the time…” he pauses, “at least we used to.” His laugh grows faint.
It’s always like this. We get partners and slowly fade from each other, give the attention we gave to each other to them. Never the less, none of them deserved it.
“I missed you, Harry.”
We saw each other nearly everyday, but he knows what I mean. It’s never the same as it was when we were kids.
“I missed you too, Y/n.”
I turn to my side and he already has his head turned to me. I think about every memory since we were fifteen: every crush I thought I had, every boyfriend I thought I loved… I think and I think. And I don’t think I ever truly felt for them how strongly I ever felt towards Harry.
Staring at him,— the wrinkles he’s grown with age, the features that enhanced over the years; his nose, his eyes, his hair, his cheeks, his mouth— I think.
I think I’m too scared to admit what I feel… because I’ve never thought so deeply about it. I’ve never allowed myself to.
I look back at his eyes and they shrink as he smiles.
“I can see the moon in your eyes.” He says.
I take in the way he said it and realize how much I love it when he speaks.
“Do you see how much I love you?” My drunk mind voices, I know it this time because I can hear it. I can hear the hint of eagerness and pathetic validation falling from the tip of my tongue.
He nods without hesitation.
“Do you see it in mine?” He says. I look into them and get sucked in. I want to kiss him, but I don’t. I want to hug him, but I don’t. I’m still; frozen.
I do see it, Harry.
“Harry-“ I say, and he scoots closer like he’s ready to listen. I’m scared he’s close enough to hear my heart now and how loudly it bangs against my chest; how fast it’s talking like it’ll never shut up.
It doesn’t shut up.
Unfortunately, it speaks.
“I’ll never love anyone like I love you, Harry.” I say. “It’s scary, but you’re the one person I don’t think I could ever stop loving, Harry. You’re the light of my life…” I hesitate, but my heart speaks again, “the love of my life.”
Then, my heart shuts up. Like the words were a release.
He smiles. He leans forward the tiniest bit and meets his forehead with mine.
“Can I scare you a little more?” He says. I don’t respond. “I think you’re mine too. I think you have been for a very long time, Y/n.”
Los Angeles (10/28) | Music For A Sushi Restaurant
THE DEAL
a/n: i literally wrote it in less than a day because i was inspired by a movie… of god, i have issues, but ANYWAYS! this one is a classic friends with benefits to lovers story with so much angst and a grandiose love confession at the end so buckle up, you are in for a treat!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEEEEASE give feedback if you enjoyed it!!
pairing: Harry X Reader
warnings: some, drinking, sexual content, a hell lot of it, angst and messy emotions, it’s a lot!!
word count: 11.8k
masterlist
If your life was some romantic comedy his would be the moment where the camera would zoom on you, your eyes blankly glued to the ceiling, makeup from last night smudged under them as a muscular, inked arm gets thrown across your chest, a snoozing man beside you as you have the internal little monologue.
“You’re wondering how I got into this situation, right? Completely naked with one of my best friends after a night spent with heavy drinking and ending up fucking in his apartment until we both fell asleep.”
Yeah, this is probably what the voiceover would say as the camera would slowly get farther from you, Harry’s sleeping figure coming into the frame while you’re still lying like a damn statue. This was not supposed to happen. Not that it was bad, because oh God! Harry really is as good as his ex-girlfriends gushed to you when you met them on night outs. You could never blame the women for falling for him, he has the charm, the personality, the humor and definitely the looks. If you weren’t you, you’d be one of those girls who would do anything to get his attention just for a split second. But you’re not.
Growing up with a single mother that was repeatedly fucked over by several men, you were taught to be the kind of independent woman who needs no man. Who only uses them for whatever reason and throws them away before they could even realize what’s happening. Feelings could never be involved in the equations, those are just not for you.
For a while you thought you weren’t even capable of feeling anything at all. But the way you cried when your hamster you got for your sixteenth birthday died changed your mind and you realized that you are just saving yourself the time of allowing people to make you develop feelings for them and then give them the chance to break your heart. You’ve seen that happen to your mother enough times to know that you don’t want to go through that. It’s not worth it and why would you risk it all when you could easily get what you need and move on to the next one?
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