okay fun and games are over now let’s talk about harry and louis wedged onto a piano seat together while one of them cradles their baby and the other plays because it helps them fall asleep except this time they decide to play “who let the dogs out” and their baby starts giggling uncontrollably which just makes them laugh and hnnng
the one where Y/N likes Goldfish, Harry tells his mum everything, and while they don’t know how to express their feelings properly, they both like the color gold.
A/N: I’ve had this request since my first week on this blog. I dearly hope you like it, anon, if you’re still here!! Thank you very much for sending this in. Love you loads. P.S. This photo is so beautiful, wow, I stan such an angel. 4.8k
She was golden.
It was in the small ways, the ways that mattered to Harry at the
beginning. How she shook his hand and smiled when they met, how she
tilted her hair back when she laughed at his jokes.
And he had felt that he could be golden, too, next to her.
Harry was fascinated. As most people were by Y/N, because she
managed to be everything anyone could want - yet evade the
sense that she was real, as if she were a phantom in the guise of an
actress. In the center of the room, the spotlight on her, but there
was a blank space in her eyes.
In the manipulative, draining way that Hollywood tended to have,
this aspect of Y/N intoxicated the social climbers around her. They
tried to fulfill her expectation that was never vocalized, seek
validation that had never been promised to begin with.
Prompts: "love is just another word for fascination" ---- "tell her I didn't cry"----- "the girl I've heard so much about"
Heyy, so i think i’m gonna do the second one. I hope you enjoy it. Xx
Harry kind of sensed that it would hurt like that. He knew it from the moment Y/N walked in his life and stole his heart. But what he didn’t know was the way everything would end. And here he is now, realizing what was written on the pages of the book he was trying to read since an year.
It was hard to get her attention first. She was always around so many people, always the brightest one of them. She sparked with a different color of light and this was the thing that pulled him to her like a magnet. And he wanted her so that was what mattered the most.
When she started going on walks with him and showing him what was she like when she wasn’t the star of the night, that’s when he fell in love with her. Cause she wasn’t just another girl, she was the girl who growed flowers in his sould and found a place in his heart, then took it whole.
Everything was magical. From the first kiss their shared to the last - the one on the airport. She was crying in his arms, her face was buried in his chest while he was whispering promises in her ear and saying her name to make her look at him. When she did, she made it ten times harder for him not to just curse and take her to their favorite place, not giving a single fuck about the flight.
“I-i want you t-to…” she took a shaky breath and bursted out in tears once again. All of this was so fucked up. “Just be happy, okay? Don’t think about me, i’ll be alright. And i’ll come to visit you from time to time so if you… If you find someone else, it’s gonna be fine. J-just be happy, just promise me that. You’re going to do it, right, H? Please, do it for me.”
He couldn’t promise it to her, not when he knew she was going to be away from him for seven months. So the only thing that was left to him, was to kiss her. And that’s what he did, grabbing her jaw and pressing his mouth to hers in a try to make her shut up. He didn’t want to listen to all of the promises and questions anymore, they were making it so, so hard not to cry too. So he kissed her with everything he had - with all of his passion, with all of his hearth and soul. Because it was so damn good to taste her lips and to play with her tongue, to feel her body shiver against his own.
Then it was time for him to go. And even thought she didn’t say it, he knew she wanted to scream for him to stay. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her hands were holding on to him and she almost collapsed in his hands the moment she heared the voice from the speakers. But somehow he found the strenght to remove his hands from her and to step away from the heart-warming her. The coldness of the air almost made him come back to her. But she made it easy, deciding that it was enough for both of them. They couldn’t just stay there and cry for each other, they have to suck it up and move on with their lifes. So that’s what she did - said goodbye and turned her back to him. That was enough for him to get the picture. She wanted to make it easier, and that’s why he got on the fucking plane. Because it was best for both of them to just say goodbye and let each other go.
But today his friends are going to visit him in college and he know what they’ll see and what they’ll tell her when they get back to Chicago - how heartbroken he is. Zayn and Louis don’t realize it first, but Niall and Liam do. From the moment they see him, it is clear obvious for them. All of them hug and laugh in the car. But to the time they get to the campus, the jokes are gone and they hurry to catch up with each other.
“So, how are you?” Louis asks, not knowing if he should or not. “Do you get used to the feeling of not having her beside you?”
Harry just shakes her head and unlocks the door to his flat. He sees the looks Niall and Zayn share, but doesn’t say a word. He’s scared for all the things they have to say to him. Because she told him not to worry if he finds another girl, but what if she found another boy? What is going to do? Will that ever be alright?
“She still sleeps with your sweater, bro.”
This is everything he needs to hear. And suddenly it’s all alright. It doesn’t matter how far away she is from him or when he’s going to see her again. She still loves him and this is the only thing he’s going to think about at night.
“Did you take some of her underwear for the lonely nights, you know?”
Harry laughs and pushes Liam of the couch they’re sitting on. The thing is that he misses her in more of one ways, but he didn’t take a picture of her naked body or some of her bras. And he still doesn’t know how he’s going to cope with those kind of nights.
“How is she dealing with the whole thing? When we talked on Skype she told him that college is not that boring, but… Does she hangs out with her friends like before? You know how she always was on the important occassions and the pajama nights?”
“Still every damn Friday night, don’t worry. How are you?”
He just shrugs and inhales deeply, trying not to fall apart in front of his best friends. The things is that he did it, he stayed calm for the rest of the day when they played video games and football, but when it was time for them to leave… He bursts out in tears just like Y/N did and tries to assure everyone that he’s alright.
“I’ll see you on Christmas, guys” he smiles and rubs his eyes, almost reaching to hug them. “And tell her i didn’t cry, alright? I don’ wan’ her to think that i’m a cry-baby. Tell her that i’m happy and preoccupied with exams, this has to do work. You’re going to do it, right?”
All of them nod, but all of them know this isn’t going to happen. She needs to know how he really is and no exams shit is going to make it alright for her. She’s going to take every drop of informations and this is the thing he loves about her the most. No matter how hard he pretends to be okay, she’s going to call him on Skype tomorrow morning and to tell him that she loves him. Just so he can know she’s a half a heart without him too.
Summary: You refuse to go on a date with Harry, but when you tell your ex that you will be attending his engagement party with your new boyfriend by your side, you may just need him.
A/N: send me a message or an ask if you would like a part two to this! If no one wants it then I won’t be prioritising it in my ‘to write’ list.
He was late, you thought as you glanced at the analogue face of your watch.
You immediately cursed yourself for thinking such a thing. For him to be late, there had to be a prearranged meeting where a time was set for him to arrive. Just because he came into your store at 11 o’clock sharp every Saturday morning for the past month didn’t mean he was obligated to come today. Besides, you shouldn’t care. No. You didn’t care.
It was a quiet time of day in the cupcake patisserie. It gave you plenty of time to prepare all of the cupcake orders you had later in the day. You were just pulling a tray of red velvet cupcakes out of the oven for an order to be ready at midday when you heard the familiar twinkle of the door chime. It took all the self-control you had not to whip around and check to see if it was who you thought it was. If it was him, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
You took your time sliding the tray onto the cooling rack and taking off your oven mitts before turning to greet your customer. You fought the smile that threatened to creep its way onto your face and chiselled your face into a mask of nonchalance as you took him in.
Harry leant his forearms on the counter, a smirk on his face and amusement in his eyes. While dressed in one of his much more casual outfits, you were sure that the brown knit sweater he adorned was worth more than all your clothes combined. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry spoke. “Mornin’ love. Sorry I’m late, I got caught up in a meeting.”
“Late?” you asked, as though you hadn’t thought that. “Who are you again?” you asked, as though everyone in the Western world didn’t know who he was. You knew this boy’s status and you refused to allow him to believe you cared in the slightest. Which you didn’t. Your growing attraction to him had nothing to do with that.
Thanks so much for reading. I hope you enjoy this part! Previous parts are here x
Harry barely acknowledged your admission. He remained in the same crouched position he was in before you admitted your fear, something you never thought would leave your lips, despite always being on your mind.
Your eyes cast to the ground as you saw the muscles in Harry’s jaw tighten. His gaze was cast down and his eyelashes nearly kissed the tops of his cheekbones. Wordlessly, he dipped his hand in the blue paint. With carefree movements he ran his hand along the canvas.
“Try it Y/N,” he said softly. The tenderness in his voice was the only proof he had heard you.