You let out a huff as you tried getting comfortable on the bed. You hated taking a nap in the middle of the day because it always messed up your sleeping schedule. Now here you are at almost 2pm wide awake. Harry let out a sigh and turned on his side of the bed and looked at you with tired eyes, “What’s wrong?”
You looked at him a guilty smile, feeling bad for waking him up, “Can’t sleep.”
Harry yawned and scooted closer to you, “Alright. I’ll just stay up with you till you do.” You shook your head no, “It’s alright. Go ahead and go back to sleep.”
Harry chuckled, “I can’t anyways with you tossing and turning.” You gave him a sheepish smile before he continued, “Plus I love you. Can’t have you up the entire night.”
You let out a slight gasp, “What?” Harry smiled and repeated, “Said I can’t have you up all night.” You quickly shook your head, “No. What did you say before that?”
Harry smirked, “I wont be able to sleep with you tossing and turning?” You reached over and hit him lightly, “After that!”
Harry chuckled and grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on it, “Said I love you.”
Your stomach started doing backflips, you smiled and whispered, “I love you too.”
I ran off the plane
That July 9th
The beat of your heart
It jumps through your shirt
You got off the plane and quickly scanned the room to see if he was here yet. You just got back from your hometown after visiting your mom for her birthday. Harry couldn’t make the trip but sent the biggest bouquet of flowers to your mother. Your mom was so surprised and pleased that he would think to do something like that. You remember the conversation you had with your parents as they were saying goodbye.
“Make sure you thank Harry once again for the beautiful flowers,” your mom said as she gave you a hug. You chuckled and hugged your mother back, “I think he gets it, mom. You sent him enough thank you texts. When your mom pulled away, your father quickly gave you a hug as well, “He’s a good man, that Harry kid.” You blushed slightly and pushed a piece of hair out of your eyes. Having your parents approval of the guy you were dating meant a lot to you. “He is.”
Your eyes finally landed on the guy that managed to steal your heart away. He was wearing the biggest smile on his face. In his hand he held a sign that said your name on it and a little “x” next to it. Quickly you ran to him, throwing out a few sorry’s to the people you pushed, and jumped on Harry. He caught you quickly and wrapped his arms around you, he let out a chuckle, “I missed you, love.” He let you down but you were quick to give him another hug, “I missed you too, H.”
I do remember the swing of your step
The life of the party, you’re showing off again
And I roll my eyes and then
You pull me in
I’m not much for dancing
But for you I did
Harry’s family were having a family reunion for the weekend and of course Harry invited you. Anne already adored you and he just had to show everyone the girl that managed to steal his heart. You sat at one of the lawn chairs in the backyard and stared at Harry dancing with his little cousins. Your heart swelled at the thought of one day having children with Harry. A piece of cake was then placed in front of you, interrupting your thoughts. You looked over and saw Gemma sitting down next to you with a smile. You smiled back and let out a thank you. You returned your gaze back at Harry who was twirling one of the little girls. Gemma followed your gaze and smiled. “I like you and Harry together.”
You looked at Gemma, your cheeks turning a slight pink. Gemma continued, “He almost never brings a girl home for us to meet. You’re special to him.” You looked down at your lap and smiled a small smile, “He means the world to me.”
Harry quickly ran up to the both of you, slightly panting, “Y/N! Let’s dance!” He tried grabbing your hands but you were quick to pull away. “No Harry! Your entire family is here! How embarrassing!”
Harry chuckled and looked around, “No one’s watching! Come on, love!” You looked at Gemma who was staring at the both of you with an amused expression on her face. She mouthed, “Go!” You looked back at Harry who was staring down at you with a playful smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes slightly but playfully. You stood up and allowed him to lead you to the middle of the dance floor. A slow song was playing on the speakers set up outside. Harry wrapped his arms around your waist while you did the same to his neck. He let out a content smile. You looked at him curiously, “What?” Harry placed a kiss on your cheek, “Just happy you’re here.”
I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets
You kissed me when I was in the middle of saying something
You sat on yours and Harry’s bed, books scattered around you. You were tapping your pencil nervously on your chin as you looked at the math equation in front of you. You had your final exam tomorrow so you were studying all day but this one particular equation was confusing the hell out of you. Harry entered the room quietly with a glass of wine. He knew not to bother you while you were studying but also knew how stressed you get when doing your maths. He handed you the glass while you thanked him quietly. He sat down next to you and placed a hand on your waist, “How’s it going love?”
You sighed and placed the glass on the bedside table. You put your head on your hands and let out, “I don’t know how I would use this formula and it’s my last exam for the entire semester so I need to get a really good grade or I won’t pass then I’ll have to take the class aga-” You were then interrupted to Harry turning your head to face his and giving you a soft kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed him back. Harry pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, “Better?”
You nodded your head and pecked his lips once more, “Better.”
I don’t know how to be something you miss
Never though we’d have a last kiss
Never imagined we’d end up like this
A suitcase filled with your clothes and belongings were sat at the front door. You were sitting on the couch in what used to be your’s and Harry’s apartment. You had your arms wrapped around yourself, as if your mind was telling you to hide your body away from anymore harm. Harry was sitting next to you, his eyes red and puffy. Tears were pouring out of your eyes. You managed to choke back, “Why?”
Harry sniffed and closed his eyes. He didn’t know why. He didn’t know how this happened but it did. The unthinkable happened. Harry fell out of love with you.
He remembers when he told you how much you cried. He remembers the sobs coming out of your trembling body.
“Did you find someone else? Is that why?” You managed to get out of your sobs. Harry was crying himself. Seeing you like this was breaking him inside. He still cared about y you deeply. He just didn’t love you like you loved him and he knew it was selfish to continue the relationship. He wanted you to find someone who could love you as much as he did. He thought he was doing the right thing by breaking up with you but seeing how broken you were made him question everything. He hated himself for not being able to love you properly. Harry shook his head no. “There’s no one else.”
You let out another sob. Harry wrapped his arms around you. You buried your face into his chest, you cried out, “I love you Harry. Please.”
He wanted you to keep the apartment but you quickly declined his offer. You couldn’t bare to stay in a place filled with memories of you two together. You would go mental. You looked at Harry to see him already staring at you with tears in his eyes and a guilty heart. You bit your lip softly before you leaned in and gave Harry a kiss. You knew you would never be able to kiss him again. Harry knew this too while he kissed you back. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer. The kiss was intense. It was a goodbye. You poured every emotion you could into the kiss. You kissed him as if you were trying to tell him to change his mind, to give you guys another chance. Harry kissed you as if he was saying he’ll always love you but he doesn’t love you like he should. The both of you pulled away, panting slightly. Harry kissed your forehead one last time. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
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dan makes a few more mentions of harry styles/one direction in general over the next year and a half.
harry moves out of his flat with bandmate louis tomlinson early 2012 and to a flat in east london. dan moves to london mid-2012
the pivotal moment. october 7th, 2012. one direction is interviewed by dan howell and flatmate, phil lester. three videos of this occurrence are available (one) (two) (three). there are multiple instances in which harry sends smoldering looks towards the unknowing youtuber. this also was commemorated in dan and phil’s book, The Amazing Book Is Not On Fire (in stores now)
if one has the imagination for it, dan and harry may have had a three month fling with the slightly older british vlogger. the idea is alluring. both sexually ambiguous men having a secret love affair right for the world to see. around this time dan is keeping up a fairly regular schedule of uploading videos each week on his main channel, danisnotonfire.
in between november 30th and december 21st there was no uploading. this could be attributed to the fact that harry had been seen out multiple times with taylor swift and the end of darry was nigh. darry would be confirmed dead when harry and taylor were pictured kissing on new years eve.
and to non-believers, this could be the end of the high-rise, champagne-tinged love affair between dan howell and harry styles (for which i have many head canons about but we are just covering the factual evidence). but no.
on march 7th, 2013, dan uploads a vyou answer talking about how weird it was to meet one direction. dan speaks of how he mad eye contact with harry. he claims his favorite member was niall because he smiled the most. he would, considering harry must have broken his heart after that meeting.
in december 2013, amazingphil (phil lester, dan howell’s flatmate and rumored significant other) uploaded a video called ‘my google search history’ revealing he once looked up where harry styles lived. lester claims to have only been on fan-based ventures but one may assume he was scoping out the man that had dan howell’s heart in the latter part of 2012.
on february 19th, 2014, dan howell and harry styles both attend the brit awards. and both were wearing the same shirt. this sparks multiple articles on the two and the hilarity of the situation was apparent to the internet.
about a month later, dan goes to a concert with a bunch of youtuber friends (sans phil, interesting) to see one direction.
other “darry proofs” could be that dan prefers to be the big spoon and harry the little spoon. dan and harry have both expressed interest in fashion. both are pretentious as fuck. it has been noted none of harry’s songs which he has written have confirmed he has ever been in love. one could think ‘fools gold’ and ‘just a little bit of your heart’ could be about one dan howell. recently dan and harry have both been photographed with black nail polish on, a sure sign darry is coming to pass soon.
this all culminates to last night, october 6th. harry was out celebrating the release of his recent magazine editorial in another man at albert’s club. phil lester was out with his family. this would make dan howell approximately thirty minutes away from harry if he did not go out with lester and his family. this was an optimal timeframe for dan or harry to visit each other. is darry reuniting? only time will tell
I love intellectual people. But not in an A+ school average grade type of way. I love people who read tons of books, show interest in movies, and express themselves within the beats of music. I love people who give the best advice to others as they possibly can. I love people who read, speak and breathe poetic words. I love unique people. I love people who prefer being alone most of the time, people who would do anything for anyone. Even if it will break them into pieces. I love the people who are completely mental and explode colors within themselves like shooting stars. I love people with red, blonde, pink, black, brown, or blue hair. I love people with piercings, tattoos, or even nothing at all. I love people with their eyes twinkling and their freckles beaming across their nose. I love humans. Beautiful beautiful humans.
Abby Wormsbaker, 14 (please do not remove author)
“inspired by the people I have seen and met at concerts and my friends.”
do you think after haylor broke up harry ever listened to “last kiss” and thought about how taylor had also once been eighteen years old and in love for the first time in new york because i think he did