Harry Styles Imagine - He Finds Your Old Tumblr
I can’t believe I’m writing 1d fanfiction again but here I am.
Could you pwetty pwease write an imagine the reader is dating Harry Styles and he finds her old tumblr? It would be so much fun
The dramatic show was playing on the huge telly in front of Harry and me. It was Sunday and we had woken up early, which meant we’d eat breakfast and scroll through the channels if there was something interesting there. The sunlight was creeping in through the white curtains but it didn’t heat up our home. It was winter which meant it was cold here in England. We were cuddled underneath a soft blanket and I was still drinking my bitter morning coffee as Harry looked at his phone.
Everything seemed completely normal. We were still a little tired as we were cuddled up on the big couch in our shared living room. Suddenly, I heard Harry chuckling lightly as his forest green eyes were glued to the phone.It caught my attention but I didn’t ask him about it, thinking it was just another funny message from a fan.
This kept going for at least ten minutes. I tried to focus on the show but Harry kept gasping or laughing, which had me really intrigued. I wasn’t nosy but I felt like he was so audible on purpose. ‘’Is everything alright?’’ I asked my boyfriend and I put my cup away on the black coffee table. He turned to look at me and he struggled to contain himself. His pink lips were curved into a smile and his eyes were full of joy.
‘‘I had no idea, Y/N..wow’‘ Harry started mysteriously but he couldn’t finish the sentence as he giggled again. Something about this made my gut feel bad. ‘‘Harry, what’s so funny?’‘ I raised my eyebrow and tried to glance at his phone. As I saw what he had been looking at for all this morning, my heart sunk in my chest and I felt a cold shiver running down my spine, causing my hair to rise.
It was my old tumblr of him and his bandmates!
Quickly, I snatched his phone away from his big hands and had to double check to be sure. As I read my old username, I wanted to fly off the planet to the moon. He had scrolled down a lot, which meant he had seen enough. ‘’Is it really yours?’’ He wanted to know, clearly finding this hilarious.
I clenched my jaw and then took a deep breath, preparing myself for the shame that would follow. Why didn’t I delete my blog ages ago?! ‘’Yes, Harry. How did you find it?’’ I asked him quietly, not being able to face him. No, absolutely not. I just looked at my old posts and felt a burning sensation on my cheeks. The things I had said on the internet..
‘‘I did some digging, love’‘ He let me know. That’s when I shut all the tabs and put his phone away, getting up from the couch. Without explaining, I ran up the curvy stairs, straight into our bedroom. I didn’t want to face Harry for the rest of this morning. My mind was determined on deleting that blog for good.
I grabbed my laptop and sat on the bed, cursing underneath my breath as it opened slowly. Harry had followed me and I could tell as his footsteps approached the bedroom. For some reason, I felt a little angry. I was angry at myself for not deleting my blog and I was angry that Harry had seen so many embarrassing posts and reblogs. I didn’t even want to know what he had seen!
As I logged onto my computer, the bedroom door opened. ‘’Love, are you alright?’’ Harry wanted to know, this time sounding concerned. ‘’Yes, I’m good’’ I sighed, still avoiding eye-contact. I went on Tumblr and tried to remember my password. Meanwhile, my boyfriend sat down on the bed right next to me. I clenched my jaw and held my breath, afraid he’d tease me although Harry was a gentle soul.
‘‘I think it’s sweet’‘ He admitted, surprising me. My E/C eyes widened and I dared to look at him. ‘‘No, it’s not sweet. It’s humiliating’‘ I replied sharply, then looking back at the screen. I saw my dashboard which was flooded with One Direction related posts. So many memories came back to my mind and it kind of hurt to delete this but it had to be done. Sooner or later, his fans would find it and then it would be the end of my social life.
‘‘Done!’‘ I declared and then put my laptop away, relieved that no one could ever see my blog again. Harry pulled me into his arms out of the blue, taking me by surprise. ‘‘I liked the one post where you said ‘I wish I could meet him so I could hug him and never let go’ ‘‘ Harry mimicked one of my posts, making me bury my face into the crook of his neck, partly of shame.
‘‘Stop it!’‘ I whined but couldn’t hold back a laugh. It was a little funny but mostly it was awful. ‘‘Why? Your wish came true’‘ Harry pointed out and leaned against the soft pillows so he could hold me a little better. ‘‘Yeah but some of the things there were pretty..strange, I guess’‘ I sighed as I remembered my past self sitting on my laptop, writing down my thoughts about Harry and the others. I had no clue back then.
Harry let out a chuckle again and then he took a deep breath. ‘’Don’t worry, darling. If you could read my messages with my friends from the time when we were still friends, you’d laugh at me too’’ Harry reassured me, trying to make me feel better. ‘’Why?’’ I questioned him, trying to change the focus away from me.
Harry faced me with a smirk. ‘’You wouldn’t want to know’’ He warned me softly and then put a strand of my hair behind my ear. ‘’I do tho’’ I fought back, now eager to know what those messages included. ‘’It would be fair since you got a pretty good look of my tumblr, right?’’ I added with a big smile.
‘‘We’ll see, we’ll see’‘ He sighed and held me tighter, almost like he wanted to keep me here so I wouldn’t go downstairs to his phone. I stayed, too tired to run around the house at this time. In the back of my mind, I would remember to make him read those messages to me. After all, it would probably make me feel better about myself now that he had seen my old tumblr.