- Asking you a last time if you’re still okay to get a matching tattoo with him - Opening the door for you, his hand on the small of your back leading you inside the tattoo parlor - His proud smile when you ask to do it first, rubbing gently the back of your shaky hand with his thumb - Asking you to look up at him, giving you a confident smile when he feels you stressed - Crouching down next to you, kissing your arm while interlacing your fingers together - Distracting you when you hear the machine buzzing and start to tense and hold his hand tighter - Laying his warm palm over your neck to rub slowly your jawline and earlobe - His encouraging words when you hiss “ You’re doing great Little Queen, much better than me for my first time!” - Trying to make you laugh when you frown in telling how scared he was the first time he got a tattoo - Stroking your thigh up and down, his hand resting over your agitated knee - Letting you hold his hand as tight as you want if it can help you - His tenderized smile when you keep your eyes on him to being distracted - His smile when you look at your tattoo with pride and then show him - His lips pressing a soft kiss in your forehead “ You see, I told you it will be easy! You was perfect!” - Taking your face between his hands and kissing you before taking your place - His arm snaking around your waist to make you sit on his leg - “Need you to be close, you stay with me?” Winking to you playfully when you roll your eyes - His eyes never leaving your face, more attentive at your reactions than his own tattoo - Loving the way you look at him, biting your lower lip when you think it must be painful - Kissing your temple and resting his forehead on your cheek, his nose caressing your jawline - His silent moan when you pass your hand in his hair, in scratching his scalp - Whispering hiding his face in your neck “ Keep doing that Love, that relax me …” - Giggling softly “ You’re such a weirdo, you know that?” him looking up to you in waving his eyebrows “You have no idea!” - Kissing his temple and taking him by the chin to make him look at his completed tattoo - Making your small hand resting over his large one “ Looks like we belong to each other now!” - Nodding your head silently looking at the same little crown tattooed on both of your left ring fingers - Taking your hand in his and giving your wrapped in plastic finger a soft kiss in whispering “ My Little Queen …”
Request: when you’re a famous novelist and he’s cast
in the movie adaptation of your book? Xx
My palms were sweating and I was pretty sure
I had no fingernails left by the amount of biting I had done to them out of
I needed to pull myself together.
It’s only Harry Styles, for God’s sake!
Harry Styles. The internationally famous
singer, songwriter, model and now actor was coming in for a meeting with me to
discuss how to script my novel.
None of my novels had ever been made into
movies before but I had always assumed that the actors’ teams would take care
of scripting and casting and leave the actor to do solely acting. John, my manager, had laughed when I told him this but he
did admit that he, too, was quite surprised by it as it wasn’t often - in fact,
it was never - that the actor had this much involvement in the process. All he
said was that Harry was a genuine, hard working man and that I had no need to
I was reading over the key events in the
novel one final time, making sure I had placed the correct sticky notes in the
correct places for where I thought would be best in a movie and made as many
notes as I could to aid Harry in getting the plot of the story. Just as I was
placing another sticky note on the book, I heard a knock on the door and,
seconds later, was met by the most attractive man I had ever laid my eyes on.
“H-Hi.” I stuttered, trying my best to force
a smile and conceal my nerves. “I’m (y/n).”
“Harry.” He smiled warmly, offering his hand
to which I shook.
“Shall we sit? I’ve pinpointed some key
events in the novel and I’ve made a few notes on the rough idea of the plot so
you’re not completely lost.” I explained, sitting at the small rounded table
and opening the book at the first page.
“Oh you won’t have to worry about that, I’ve
already read it.” He told me, holding up a copy of the book I didn’t realise he
was holding. “It’s great, by the way. However, I’m not sure how exactly you
were able to cut any of it out, I read it three times and couldn’t find one
part that I wasn’t engrossed in.”
I was blushing furiously at this point,
wanting to scream and cry at the fact that Harry Styles, the most talented
person on the planet in my eyes, actually thought I was talented. “Thank you.”
Was all I could manage to squeak out.
“You’re very much welcome.” He smiled, “Shall
we start going through it together?”
“Yeah, of course.” I coughed, “I was thinking
the conversation on page five would have been a good place to start off. Easy
to script and minimal props needed.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking!” He
grinned, “Great minds think alike, eh?” He nudged his elbow with mine and I was
surprised at how comfortable this felt. I was expecting to be on edge the whole
time but I felt as if I had known him for years with how easy he was to talk
We had been stuck on this one scene for about
fifteen minutes now, trying to figure out how we could possibly portray the
thought process in a movie. “How about we-“
“I need coffee.” Harry announced,
interrupting me mid-sentence.
“Hmm, I’m not sure that would convey how
strong he feels about her.” I shrugged, tapping my pen against the table.
“How about, ‘I think I might die if I don’t
get caffeine and a sandwhich right now’?”
“Perfect!” I giggled, “Now that you mention
it, though, I could do with some caffeine.”
“Well,” he said, looking at his watch. “our
lunch break isn’t scheduled for another ten minutes but how do you feel about
being a rebel and going now?”
“Harry Styles!” I gasped, putting my hand on
my chest to appear shocked, “I’ve been told you’re an honest, hardworker and you’re
thinking of going on your lunch ten minutes early?”
“Good guys are bad guys that haven’t been
caught.” He shrugged and I rolled my
eyes as I laughed at him.
“So, am I gonna have to rebel on my own or do
I have a partner in crime?”
“I’m feeling pretty rebellious today.”
“Great.” He grinned at me, standing up and
putting on his coat. “I noticed a coffee shop on the drive here, I’d say it’d
only take us about five minutes walking if you wanted to go there?”
I almost swallowed my tongue, having to
replay his words in my head to make sure that I heard him properly. “You want
to have lunch together? With me?”
“Oh, you don’t have to!” He sputtered, “I
just assumed you wouldn’t be busy. I’m sorry- I’ll let you go enjoy your break.”
“No, no I do want to!” I said a little too
enthusiastically, “I just didn’t think you’d want to spend your lunch with me s’all.”
“Course I want to.” He smirked, nudging my
shoulder gently with his.
“Harry, you didn’t have to pay for my lunch.”
“(y/n), it was a sandwich and a coffee. It
was nothing.” He smirked, sliding his wallet back into his back pocket. “And
most people usually say thank you.” He teased.
“Well, thank you very much but I’m paying it
“It wasn’t even five quid, I’ll manage
without it.” He laughed.
“It’s not the price, it’s the thought.”
“Well if it would make you feel any better,
we can go out again and you can pay a whole £4.75 of the bill to make it up to
“Did you just ask me out on a date, Harry
Edward Styles?” I smirked, only just realising how comfortable we had gotten
with eachother over the course of the day.
“If I was, what would your answer be?” He
questioned, cocking an eyebrow up. “Asking for a friend.” He added and I
“Tell your friend I would say yes because I have
to return the favour of you buying me lunch.”
“Is that the only reason?” he asked, leaning
forward on the table so that he could get closer to me, “It’s not because I’m
“You have good taste in books.” I smiled when
his cockiness was soon knocked out of him and he sat pouting like a child. “We’re
need to head back, I think I’ve had enough rebelliousness for one day.”
“So I’m not even slightly fit?” He asked when
we were walking on the street after a comfortable silence since we had left the
I laughed. “I never said you weren’t.”
“Well,” He said, holding the door open for me
and I thanked him before he continued, “I think you’re fit- actually, scrap
that. I think you’re beautiful and I’d love if you’d go on a date with me.”
There were butterflies erupting inside my
stomach and a pink tinge to my cheeks but even through all the shyness I
managed to smile and nod at him “I’d love to.” I answered him, “And I think you’re
pretty beautiful yourself.”
My friend sent me a snap of his friend wearing 1d socks and my reply was “I hope she has their faces under so she can step on these bitches’ faces” and I swear to you I’ve never seen a man so confused in my life
I recently unfollowed some blogs and now my dash is like half-dead. That’s why I need new people to follow!
If you’re a louie/larrie/harrie (that doesn’t hate Louis) or you simply are a 1d blog that doesn’t hate any member - reblog this or follow me and I’ll check you out, and most likely follow!
Hey, I was wondering, has the tomarry/harrymort fandom ever held a secret santa? Like everyone can become a secret santa and make tomarry-based gifts for each other in the form of fics/art/gifs etc.
The Harrymort group on facebook did this last year (JOIN US). You got to write a little wishlist, and you could decide if you wanted to create art or fiction as a gift. I don’t know if it’ll happen again this year, but I’d say it’s probable.
I gifted this picture, or more truly the story where I used is as cover art. An Idle Mind is the Devil’s Playground FF.NET —- AO3
Felt cute today 🙈 tagging people who I honestly love to bits, loads of hate is going around on tumblr and I wanted to tell them that I loved them ; @trulymadlysydney@canistayhaz@harrysbunshun….Sydney…Allie…Maddy I love you guys and you don’t deserve any hate what so ever, you deserve to feel as cute as I did today AND THATS REALLY DAMN CUTE OKAI just be yourself and be amazing like you always are ❤️