graphic: mw

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a glimpse into the world of pixelberry’s choices

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You Know Sometimes Words Have Two Meanings (22.5k)

Pairing: Harry/Louis

Rating: Not Rated

Harry’s known his favorite song since he was twelve years old.

He remembers the exact moment he decided - when he heard the way the gentle strumming of the guitar lead into the clever lyricism and felt the way the song resonated with him. He loved how soft it was, like a cloud wrapping around him in a poetic spiral, and how he could feel so at ease even while the words hit so hard. The music flowed through him and lit him up in a way he didn’t know was possible.

Harry was sixteen years old when his tattoo appeared. It happened overnight, and he almost didn’t realize it had formed until he was changing in the locker room and Niall pointed it out enthusiastically.

There, permanently etched on his body in chicken scratch handwriting were the words ‘Highway to Hell’, completely ruining his aesthetic and ending every soft image he’d ever had of his soulmate.

Harry and Louis navigate the universe.


(moodboard by the wonderful @sbblarents to whom i owe my life)

“OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WRITE ABOUT THEM MEETING I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY OBSESSED WITH YOUR STORIES”

It was requested, so here is a lil’ prequel to this oneshot I posted a few days back showing how Harry and Y/N met! It’s pure fluff and drunk Y/N laying on Nick Grimshaw’s kitchen floor with a few mentions of The Notebook because I love DEATH AND DYING. 

SIDENOTE: THERE ARE MENTIONS OF V*MITING, BUT THEY ARE NOT DETAILED AND IT’S LIKE ONE SENTENCE JUST BC THAT’S HOW THEY MET, BUT SKIP THE FIRST LINE OF THE 9TH PARAGRAPH IF THAT DOESN’T SIT WELL WITH YOU. 💖

Harry must notice your presence and you realize your balance must be as off as you feel like it is, because the first thing Harry ever says to you is: “y’good there, love?” And you do your best to nod, giving him a dopey smile as you find your grip on the counter, steadying yourself in your drunken state as you look at him. 

The next thing you’re doing is practically diving for the sink.

You don’t even realize that there’s been someone taking care of you the entire time until you’ve finished and you feel a hand holding your hair back like it’s in a ponytail and another rubbing your back in slow circles. After a minute, you turn to see Harry standing right behind you, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he did it, considering he’s left the party to clean, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are. “Guess y’not so good, after all,” he says, finally, and you’d slap him for teasing you if you weren’t appreciative of the fact that he’s taking a glass from a cabinet and filling it with ice water for you.

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Nick Grimshaw is Y/N’s bestie and she finally talks to Harry at one of his parties when she least expects it

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anonymous asked:

IMAGINE HARRY BEING YOUR WEDDING DATE TO A FAMILY WEDDING AND ITS THE FIRST TIME HES BEEN WITH ALL YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS AND EVERYONES SO EXCITED TO MEET HIM AND HE JUST FITS RIGHT IN AND AW OMG HIM JUST BEING SO ADORABLE THERE OMNG GIVE ME THIS

PLEASEEEE CAN’T YOU SEE IT THOUGH???? Like the two of you just completely surrounded by your family and friends and he’s spinning around your little niece on the dance floor in her flower girl dress and he’s not sure where his place is when it comes to pictures, but your mom always tells him to jump right in, because he’s family now, too. And he’s joking with your dad and brother, who also happens to be the groom, and it’s SO NICE because this is first time he’s spending real time with any of them, but it’s like you two have been together for years. And maybe you’ve never been a dancer at any kind of function, but especially at family ones, but Harry doesn’t need to do much convincing to get you out on the dance floor with him, and he’s being extra and twirling you around and dipping you, and you’re laughing, until he finally just lets you hold each other and sway a bit, and you grin up at him, and he’s got his hands resting on your lower back. And then he leans down to kiss you – nothing dirty or anything, just a few sweet kisses, and you let your fingers drag through the shorter parts of his hair. “I love your family,” he tells you, and you feel your lips tug up a bit and you hold him a bit tighter against you. “I love you,” you reply, and it’s the first either of you have ever said it, but it doesn’t shock him – you know the feeling has been there for ages now and this is just the first time it’s been spoken aloud. “I love you,” he repeats, and when you find your way back to the suite you booked for the night, he hardly manages to get the key in the door before you’re begging him to fuck you.