harry harry let down your hair

Can you imagine if Sirius one day is just sitting at Harry and Ginny’s table and then Teddy walks in and sits down. The minute Sirius looks at Teddy he lets out a strangled sort of gasp and Teddy just shoots him a confused look,

“What?”

“Your- your eyes.”

Teddy’s hair goes slightly pink and he looks down, “oh. Yeah. Well they aren’t mine really, they’re.. His.”

Sirius just swallows thickly and nods, “yeah.” And he’s about to cry because he never thought he’d look into those eyes again, “yeah they are.”

Haircut

Harry groaned loudly as he was dragged down the street by Hermione. He had just gotten off of work when he had been kidnapped and manhandled to the nearest apparation point by the bushy haired brunette and side-alonged into muggle London.

“Hermione,” he groaned, pushing his glasses back up his nose, “My hair is fine.”

Hermione turned back and gave him a ‘really?’ look, “Harry, your hair is perpetually messy! And not only is mine and Ron’s wedding next week, but that is also not an appropriate look for a Hogwarts teacher!”

Harry rolled his eyes but continued to let Hermione drag him down the street to whatever hair salon she was dragging him to, “Yea Hermione, your wedding is next week, do you really have time to mess with my impossible hair?”

Hermione waved him off, “I’m multitasking, I’m told there is a wonderful salon on this street as well as a few shops I’ve been meaning to look at.” They stopped in front of the salon that Hermione had dragged him to and she all but shoved him inside before disappearing down the street to her shops. Harry groaned again, he could just apparate home, but Hermione would know and he’d never hear the end of it. So, he walked up to the receptionist at the table.

“Um, hi,” he said, and the receptionist looked up at him.

“Hello deary, how can I help you?” She asked, grabbing a pencil and an appointment book.

Harry nervously ran his fingers through his hair, only managing to mess it up more. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything, he heard someone speak from behind him.

“Don’t worry Mary, I had a cancelation, I got this one,” the drawl was so familiar, Harry was almost afraid to turn around, but he did.

“Malfoy?”

The tall blonde in a crisp and expensive designer outfit grinned and gestured for Harry to follow him, “Right this way, Potter.”

Harry was so in shock, all he could do was follow after. No one had seen Malfoy since the trial four years ago, of course none of them would have thought to check a hair salon in muggle London, so that made sense. Harry sat down in the chair at Malfoy’s station as it was spun toward him.

“So, what are we doing with you today?” Malfoy asked as he spun Harry to face the mirror and looking into Harry’s eyes through their reflections and resting his hand on Harry’s shoulder.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair again and sighed, “Hermione wants me to get my hair cut, her wedding is next week.”

Malfoy smirked and flicked open the cape to snap it around Harry’s neck. Harry shivered at the sudden feeling of fingers ghosting over his throat, his eyes flicked up to Malfoy’s but other than the little smirk that had yet to leave his face, Malfoy was unreadable.

“Alright Potter, let’s go and wash this mop of yours,” Malfoy turned the chair and placed his hand on the small of Harry’s back to propel him out of the chair.

Another shiver shot down his spine and Harry sucked in a small breath, fully aware of the fact that Malfoy’s hand hadn’t moved as he was led to the shampoo bowls, and he had to keep reminding himself that this was just standard procedure, Malfoy was just showing good customer service, otherwise he would never be touching Harry like this. He shook himself out of it and sat down, Malfoy’s hand finally moving off of his lower back and to the top of his head, directing him back into the bowl and then slowly carding his fingers through the mess on top of Harry’s head.

Harry tried to hold in a little gasp and Malfoy arched a brow, looking down at him, “Scared, Potter? I’m only getting a few of the tangles out.” He looked back to Harry’s hair, his nails scraping lighting over Harry’s scalp and Harry squirmed a little, “Merlin, do you ever brush this stuff?”

He snorted opened his mouth to respond, but heard Malfoy turn the water on and knew the blonde wouldn’t be able to hear him. Nor would anyone else for that matter. He sent up a silent prayer to Merlin that he wasn’t about to be waterboarded.

The feel of the warm water over his hair proved to relax him and he closed his eyes, not fully aware of the small satisfied groans that were slipping from his lips as Malfoy scrubbed his hair and massaged his scalp. Really, he was about to fall asleep when the water was turned off and he heard, “Enjoying yourself?” and his eyes shot open to look up at an amused looking Malfoy hovering over him holding a towel with an arched brow. Harry quickly shook his head, feeling his cheeks heat up and telling himself that he wasn’t blushing, he must be dying of a fever or something.

Malfoy towel dried Harry’s hair and led him back to his station, gesturing for him to sit and grabbing a comb and some scissors. Harry sat awkwardly for the first few moments after he took off his glasses, while Malfoy started cutting, before he spoke.

“So… How did this happen?” Harry gestured to Malfoy’s station and his cosmetology license.

Malfoy stopped cutting for a moment, just carding his fingers through Harry’s hair, making Harry gasp again at the feeling, averting his eyes from the steely grey ones in the mirror, “Well, Potter, I went to cosmetology school, that’s how most stylists get their licenses.”

Before Harry could answer, Malfoy spun him around in the chair, grasping the bottom of his chin and tilting his head up. Harry let out a whimper that he would later deny and Malfoy grinned, “Close your eyes.”

Harry’s eyes snapped shut and he didn’t even dare to breath, he could feel Malfoy’s face getting closer to his, feel breath ghosting over his lips. Then the snap of the scissors and hair from his bangs falling down his face, Harry exhaled, feeling like this was all too much for him. He felt like he was going to melt into the chair just from getting his hair cut.

What was wrong with him?

Malfoy gently placed Harry’s glasses back onto his nose and spun him toward the mirror. Harry opened his eyes and blinked at his reflection.

“It looks the same.”

“Harry, your hair is perfect just the way it is, just needed some split ends cut off.”

Malfoy took the cape off of Harry, handed him his business card, and gestured for him to head back toward the receptionist to pay while he cleaned up his station.

It wasn’t until Harry had paid and was walking along the street with Hermione griping that his hair didn’t look any different that it dawned on him that Malfoy had called him Harry, and pulled the business card the blonde had slipped him out of his pocket.

As soon as he looked at it, the words on the card melted away and were instead replaced with 'Draco’ followed by the address for Draco’s floo, and nothing Harry could do would hide his smile.

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Original prompt, http://foolforfelton.tumblr.com/post/131628699966/somebody-write-a-fic-about-someone-getting-harry-a, by @foolforfelton

Preference #11: Not Just Friends.

Harry: “Please, I’m on my knees and literally begging you.” You stifled laughter as Harry pleaded with you dramatically. For the past hour he had been trying to convince you to attend Liam’s ‘party of the year’ with him. You had to admit, he had gone to great lengths to persuade you, including buying your favourite ice-cream and promising to be your slave for a month. But, alas, you were being your usual stubborn self. 

“Dude, will you ever give up?” You laugh, tossing your hair over your shoulder and walking away from the kneeling Harry. The sound of footsteps followed behind you rapidly before you were roughly tossed over his shoulder. “Harry!” You let out a surprised squeal as you realised you were eye level with his butt, not that you were really complaining. The boy had a nice ass. 

“Sorry Y/N, you left me no choice.” He continued walking down the street leading to his house, with you squirming in his arms at an attempt to not flash random people. 

“Damnit Styles, you know I don’t do parties.” 

“I’m offended that you don’t want to be my date.” 

“Stop being so dram- wait…. did you say date?” Your jaw dropped open at Harry’s choice of words. You felt his shoulders stiffen before he gently lowered you to the ground. He scratched the back of his head with a small, nervous smile on his face. 

“Um.. yeah, I said date. I know it’s pretty random, but I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while… although not in this way…” He trailed off, looking at you sheepishly. You realised your jaw was still wide open and hurriedly closed it, a million thoughts rushing through your head. 

“I’d love to be your date Harry, although I’ll still hate you for dragging me to a party.”

Liam: “Karen, that meal was delicious! Thank you so much for having me.” You smiled up sweetly at Liam’s mother as she beamed down at you. Your best friend Liam had dragged you to another one of his family barbecues, it had been a tradition since you were both twelve years old. You had always felt perfectly comfortable with the Payne’s, it was as if they had become your second family. 

“No problem at all, sweetie. Would you mind going to get Liam and Grandma Payne?” You nod politely and stand up, heading down to the garden. Liam and his Grandmother had disappeared half an hour ago, most likely in the middle of a deep conversation. Grandma Payne had a habit of rambling and Liam was always too polite to try and end the conversation. 

“…. Y/N….” You stopped in your tracks as you heard your name being brought up. You peeked through a gap in the bushes and saw Liam and his Grandma talking seriously. As bad as it was to eavesdrop, you couldn’t help the feeling of curiosity that was taking over you. 

“I know Grandma, I know. I just can’t do it.” You leaned closer, brushing the leaves out of your way, edging as close to them as you could get without being seen.

“Liam, darling, you’ve liked the girl for years. It’s about time you tell Y/N how you feel.” With those words you felt the wind knocked out of your stomach. Liam… liked.. you? What the actual hell. 

Zayn: Butterflies flooded your stomach as you ran down the school hallways, searching for any sign of your best friend Zayn. Eyes followed you as you ran like a madman, looking at any place that Zayn might be. Of course, as per usual he was to be found in the quiet solitude of the library. 

“You will never believe what I just got.” You slammed the crumpled piece of paper you had found in your notebook, in front of your best friend. “A love letter, I have a secret admirer.” You slouched in the chair as Zayn curiously picked up the note and studied it slowly.

“Wow, this guy has a way with words.” He let out a deep chuckle, sliding the paper back to you and leaning back in his chair. You grabbed it and nodded enthusiastically. 

“I know, he sounds perfect. I just wish I knew who he was.” You sighed and looked wistfully around the near-empty library, as if your secret admirer was hiding behind the shelves. The serenity of the library was interrupted as Zayn’s phone vibrated against the desk. He looked at you apologetically. 

“Sorry Y/N, hold that thought.” He answered the phone call and walked outside. You sighed and studied the note, looking for any clue as to who wrote it. It was hopeless. 

“Fuck my life.” You grumbled, glancing over the table to see what Zayn was studying. His neatly written biology notes were everywhere, of course the boy was ahead of the class. You felt your heart flutter as you looked closer at his notes. The handwriting was identical to the love letter… completely the same…

Niall: “Okay, honest opinion. How does this look?” You twirled around the dressing room in your favourite store, feeling the black dress fan out around you. You had dragged your best friend Niall around to about twenty stores, in search of the perfect outfit for your date tonight. 

“For the tenth time Y/N, you’ll look good in whatever you wear.” He chuckled, clearly bored with the activity. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him.

“I need to impress, this is the first date I’ve been on in a while and I think Hunter could be boyfriend material.” Niall’s jaw locked and you noticed his fists clench slightly, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. This had become a constant reaction every time you mentioned Hunters name. “Niall, what’s up with you? Every time I mention Hunter, you go weird..” You trailed off, glancing down at him uncertainly. 

“It’s nothing Y/N, drop it.” He stood up abruptly and began to pace the room. This was a classic Niall move and it happened whenever he ached to tell you something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. You shrugged, knowing he would come around when he’s ready, and attempted to unzip the dress. Warm hands sent shivers down your spine as he suddenly brushed your bare back gently, slowly unzipping your dress.

“Niall…” You felt a blush spread to your cheeks. Although you and Niall always considered yourself best friends and no more, situations like this has been occurring lately and you couldn’t deny the tension between you two.

“Honestly Y/N, I’m jealous. Hunter isn’t good enough for you… he’s not me.” 

Louis: The anger was rumbling inside of you, look a gigantic thundercloud ready to explode at any moment. Your footsteps echoed around the corridor as you stormed down it, in search of your idiotic best friend. The news had spread quickly. Louis had supposedly punched Ryder, the school’s ‘bad boy’, which was known to be an instant death wish. Your fists clenched at your side and you took a deep breath as you reached the nurses office. Louis knew how much you were against violence but he was your best friend, so of course you would be by his side. You pushed open the door and saw him slumped in a chair, smiling sheepishly at you. 

“Outside now.” You folded your arms as Louis trailed outside, going to all measures to avoid eye contact. As soon as the door shut, you glared at him waiting for him to explain himself.

“It’s not my fault.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Not your fault? From what I’ve heard, you punched him not the other way around!” You waved your arms in frustration, trying to keep your voice from becoming a scream. 

“Y/N the guy was talking shit, okay? He was disrespecting you, you know I couldn’t just let him do that.” Louis yelled, running a hand through his dishevelled hair. Your fists automatically unclenched and you let out a deep sigh.

“Louis, sure the guy is a tool, but you can’t always protect me. I am a big girl. Why do you even care so much? You know Ryder does this about every girl.” You rolled your eyes, Ryder was known to be a jerk to girls so this came as no surprise to you. 

“Why do I care? Y/N, you’re my girl, okay? I like you, so much, I couldn’t listen to his bullshit for a second longer.” 

A/N: Message me if you want a part 2 xx

Finding cool girls who have the look, the vibe and the insta theme you can kick with is harder than you’d think. These 5 dolls always know what’s up- but you already knew that. Let’s break down your faves faves and steal their inspo from some of the OG style mafia. Co journo with my IRL bestie @lashesnlux xx 

LOU TEASDALE // While some days you can look at Lou and think she’s a fourth member of the band Babes In Toyland, lately she’s been keeping things equal parts rock n roll and equal parts chic. So jumping over the obvious Lou Teasdale and Courtney Love comparisons, bin the baby doll dresses and look towards Blondie. Blondie’s style was always garage grunge, effortlessly glam, and tacky fab. Besides both Lou and Debbie Harry being diagnosed with Blondarexia, their closets would be the absolute best of all things punk with a girly twist. Lou’s mastered the “I’ve knicked this top from your boyfriend’s bedroom floor,” maybe pairing it with platform boots and (probably) red lipstick whilst never appearing over the top. Although, Lou usually opts for designer suits and YSL boots when she want’s to go all out posh, I swear she brings those mangy white and blue reeboks in her designer handbag to kick out for any bender. 

LOTTIE TOMLINSON // Spice girls of the modern day is back and lookin a lot like girl gang member Lottie Tomlinson. Lottie’s sporty / baby spice inspired look puts us all to shame with her effortless dopeness. I mean you don’t actually have to get sweaty and like workout (?) to achieve Lottie’s straight off the soccer field look. Nah, just throw on a Rita Ora Adidas trackies and some scuffed up trainers and you’re good to go. But really, it’s impossible not to draw parallels between her and KyJenn. When Kylie isn’t glammed out in Balmain or her over-the-knee black leather boots, you can usually find her hitting the streets wearing a bomber jacket or her Puma jumpsuit. The two teen social media moguls always manage to give sucha “don’t fuck with me” vibe rather than a “chav in the back of a shop” vibe. It’s a salt thing. So apply some Candy K lips (but anything nude really), hoops (the biggest you can poss find), insert cool dino braids (mermaid locks preferred), add a good selfie light (which can be purchased at Amazon for as little as $19.99), and you won’t even need to face swap Lottie to look fly for your snapchat story. 

GEMMA STYLES // You know that one girl who shows up to the party in ace Nike kicks, black culottes and a cool band tee peeping out through her leather jacket while you’re pimped out in 6 in. pumps and a bondage dress that is cutting off your circulation?? Yup, all of a sudden you feel like shit, overdressed and flat out like you’re trying too hard (your barrel curls and false lashes missed the memo that cool is supposed to be effortless) Mhmmm that’s chicks like Gemma for you. Gemma’s “don’t sweat it” look resembles something of Alexa Chung, the international “It” girl. While Alexa owes a lot of her cred to the fact she was dope enough for indie rock stars to write songs about her, nobody can really rock a graphic tee or a tie-neck blouse like Chung. She’s the perfect combination of tomboy and femme and makes us all wish we had the balls to chop off our hair too. Gemma’s style feels as quirky as Alexa’s and that much more achievable, opting for dungarees, statement jackets, and a monochrome color theme. n like okay, if we can’t be the girl Alex Turner is singing about can we at least look like one of the indie birds in the background of his music video? Looking towards Gemma, it’s a definite. 

KAHLANI TWINS // If millennials could stop being lame for five seconds, we’d stop being so scared of bringing back early 2000 trends (you can’t possibly hate silk camis and jean skirts THAT much). Danielle and Nicole Kahlani are what could have been if Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera stayed young forever. Whether you were sneaking cheeky sips of vodka in your friends basement to “Dirrty” by Xtina or looking like a scene out of The Virgin Suicides singing “I’m not a Girl, not yet a woman” by Britney, you deffo had a fave of the two and dressed accordingly. Nicole always keeps things more pink and glittery, pairing things like dark 90’s corsets with a baby pink tube top or pastel denim with grungy bralettes while Danielle keeps her halter tops and baggy skater boy pants much more dark and goth. Nicole and Danielle’s different but same, 90’s but 2000’s, girly but dirty look is seriously what’s it.


make sure to hit up my fave @lashesnlux she’s cooler than meeee xo

SO!!!!

Late night with Harry.  You’re both naked, laying in bed, pushed up into him. Your head is on his chest, tummy pressed against his side, leg hitched up over his thighs. His fingers are in your hair, and his lips keep pressing into your head.  Your lips keep pressing into the warm skin of his chest. The comforter rests halfway down your back, but the room is warm and comfortable. The lights are off, and the only light in the room is coming from his window.  He kisses your head. There is no need for words.  It is the most comfortable silence you’ve ever felt.

“My sweet girl,” he mumbles, kissing your forehead once more.  “So beautiful.”  His fingers trace circles down your spine,  “So fooken’ perfect for me.”  

You snuggle further into him.  He sighs at the feeling of your nipples against his bare chest, but it isn’t a lustful feeling.  It’’s a warm, content feeling of love.  Love like he’s never felt before.   He lets out a breath as you speak.  “I love you, Harry.”

“I love you too, angel.”  One more kiss is pressed into your hair.  “So much.  D’you know that?”

You want to cry at his voice, which is  almost on the verge of a whisper.  “Yes, baby.” 

You are content.  You are satisfied.  Sore on the verge of pleasure from your lovemaking about an hour before.  It wasn’t kinky.  It wasn’t rough.  It was passionate, comfortable, and beautiful beyond words.  And at this point, you are both speechless. 

His body is soft.  You are warm.  You can smell the remnants of his cologne, the candles he’d burnt earlier, and the product in your hair.  You can still taste his tongue in your mouth.  And your core is still dripping for him, despite the amount of times he’d made you cum earlier.  You are relaxed.  You are happy.  Life is perfect.

“Come on Harry, I’m sick of revising! Merlin, I need a break!”

A frustrated Ginny Weasley could be seen as she shouted at her boyfriend, who was looking both amused and frustrated as well.

“I know, but Hermione-”
“Oh bugger her, please!” Ginny pleaded.
“Gin, you need to pass your OWLs, and as much I don’t like it, you need to study to do just that,” Harry said. Ginny sighed in defeat.
“I know, but I’m tired and I all I want to do is cuddle.”

She slumped as she walked into Harry’s arms. Harry, as usual, buried his face in her hair, while Ginny laid her head on his shoulders, sitting down on the grass as they did so. She let out a breath of exhaustion.

“Think of it this way, if you pass, you can have all the cuddles you want from me, anytime, anywhere, anyday,” he offered, nuzzling her neck. Ginny smiled. He was just so sweet sometimes.

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she said playfully, leaning onto him, feeling happy to take a break for once.

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“I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.”

As he said those words, Ginny felt like shouting that she still wanted to be with him. How she agreed break things of, she would never know. But she understood why he had to do it. Maybe a present would do just for now.

Stepping closer, she echoed those words she said to him long ago.

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for.”

Sweatshirt

The weather’s getting colder, and my heat happened to go out last week, so… here you go.
….

It was around noon when you realized the house felt colder than usual. You usually kept the house warm- a bit too warm for Harry’s liking, unfortunately- but it seemed the temperature had dropped drastically since that morning when Harry left for the studio.

You hastily unwrapped the blankets covering your legs and set your laptop aside, and ran to the closet to look for a sweatshirt. Immediately, your eyes landed on the perfect one- Harry’s Packers sweatshirt that was fuzzy and warm on the inside. You quickly slipped it on, the warmth finally soothing your cold skin. Even after being washed, the sweatshirt still smelled just like him.

You let your hair down to fall around your face so it would warm your neck, and threw on a pair of flannel pajama pants. It seemed like it was still getting colder; the temperature inside was most likely close to the temperature outside, which was definitely undesirable.

You finally decided to venture downstairs to check the thermostat; maybe Harry had shut the heat off on accident and it could be fixed by a quick press of a button. When you got downstairs, it was clear that it wouldn't be quite as easy as you hoped. Muttering something about it being broken, you glanced at the clock and were relieved to see that Harry should be home shortly. Surely he’d know how to fix it, and even if he didn’t, having his body heat would definitely help a little.

The door opened a few minutes later, and you met Harry in the hallway with a fuzzy blanket wrapped around your body.

“It’s like the fucking Arctic in here.”  He whispered, running a hand through his hair that was a bit tousled due to the wind outside. You wrapped the blanket tighter around your body and nodded while he kicked his shoes off.

“The heat went out.” You muttered, trying to keep your teeth from chattering.

He walked over and pulled you into a hug, rubbing up and down your back while he kept you squeezed tight against his body.

“Baby, you’re shivering.”

He kissed the top of your head and pulled away, inspecting the outfit you’d thrown together to keep warm.

“That’s my sweatshirt.”

His little grin was enough to let you know he liked seeing it on you, and he wasn’t the least bit angry that you’d obviously gone searching through his drawers to find it.

“Smells like you.” You smiled, looking down at the sweatshirt that nearly reached your knees.

“How about you go upstairs and get nice and comfy in bed, I’ll try to fix the heat, and then we can watch a movie and cuddle. Sound good?”

You immediately smiled, nodding and running up the stairs to get the bed set up with some warm blankets and pillows before he joined you. A few minutes later, you were satisfied by how the bed looked cozy and inviting and slipped under the covers to test it out yourself. You were settled just in time for Harry to return, holding two mugs of hot chocolate.

“I had to call someone about the heat, they won’t be in until tomorrow.” He huffed, handing you a steaming mug that was just warm enough to heat up your hands without burning them. You shrugged, picking up the remote and beginning to flip through the channels on the television to find something to distract both of you from the cold.

“You look cute in my sweatshirt.”

Looking down to hide your blush, you shook your head and giggled. He threw his arm around you, pulling you close to his body so you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. It was one of the things that always amazed you- how warm Harry always was despite the actual temperature of the air. He was like your own personal furnace, and in times like these, it came in pretty handy.

“Have I told you yet how adorable you look in my sweatshirt?”

You turned your head to glare at him playfully, and softly smacked his arm.

“I think you may have mentioned it, yeah.” You joked.

He laughed and squeezed your hip gently, nuzzling his face into your hair. He pressed a few light kisses to your head, causing you to look up at him with a smile plastered on your face.

“You like the sweatshirt on me that much, huh?”

He nodded, one side of his mouth curving upwards in a smirk. You finally decided to watch a re-run of Friends and tossed the remote aside; there was a good chance you and Harry wouldn’t be paying much attention to the show anyway. After a few minutes, Harry’s warm hand was resting gently on your stomach under the sweatshirt, and you swore you felt even warmer under his touch. In fact, if you hadn’t already known the heat was broken, you probably wouldn’t have noticed.

He continually pressed soft kisses to your head and kept his hands on your body at all times. He’d say it was meant to keep you warm, but knowing him, he just wanted to have his hands on you no matter the occasion. And if he had an actual excuse to do that- well, even better. You tilted your head up innocently, but before you knew it, his lips were attatching to yours hungrily.

In that moment, when your lips were moving so rhythmically together, the cold was long forgotten. The only thing that mattered was how he still tasted fresh from that mint he’d sucked on nearly an hour ago, and how his hands were gently resting under the sweatshirt he claimed to love so much on you. When you were both completely out of breath from the needy kiss, you finally pulled away to meet his eyes again. He smiled, that famous smirk he was known so well for, and held onto the fabric of his sweatshirt covering your body.

“Warmer yet?”

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Request: “ Hi, could you please do a Harry Villiers imagine please, where they have an argument over the riot club but then make up? Many thanks x”

gif is not mine.

“I can’t cope with your shit anymore, Harry!” you shouted when he came back hours late.

“We were held up …” Harry muttered.

“I don’t care, Harry! I want you gone out of that club!” you were seriously infuriated.

He lookes at you with a dash of angst in his expression. 

“You know I can’t do that.” he furrowed his eyebrows. “ [Y/N], sweetheart, I promise you with my life that this is the last time I’m late to seeing you.”

You panted heavily, trying to calm yourself down. Harry noticed that you’re let the steam off and gave you a little smile.

“Come here.” he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you close, stroking your hair.

No matter what would he do to you, you can never be truly angry on him, because you just love him too much.

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i’m going to talk about harry styles now. this post is a total appreciate of it.

this boy is the most precious thing in our lives, he squanders his huge heart and we should enjoy it.

his teeth when he smiles, and your mouth so beautiful. i love.

his green eyes mesmerize anyone, even.

his tattoos are the best.

your hair that undergoes many transformations always beautiful.

your hands with rings is… inexplicable.

everything must be appreciated in this man/baby.
never let us down and it won’t, i’m sure.

god sure is very proud of the man who did, thank you harry edward styles.


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Shirt

This one is a little more PG. Just FYI…

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You are standing in front of the mirror in Harry’s apartment, trying to fix the mop of hair that is currently sitting on top of your head. Your clothes are scattered around the floor and you are currently clad in only one of Harry’s shirts that covers you down to your mid thighs. Whenever you raise your arms to work on your hair, the shirt rises a few inches, exposing way more skin than you’re normally comfortable with.

But you’re not uncomfortable with Harry. He’s the first person you’ve ever let see the most intimate parts of you. Every single time you’re together he makes you feel as if you are the most amazing woman in the entire world, worshiping every single inch of your skin.

You smile to yourself as you continue to mess with your hair, assuming that your boyfriend is still sound asleep behind you.

“Is that my shirt?” You hear a groggy voice ask.

You turn and see Harry sitting half upright in bed, smirking at you.

“Yeah. I was too lazy to put my own clothes back on.”

Harry motions for you to come back over to the bed, and you oblige, hopping on top of the sheets and curling up next to him.

“Do you want it back?” You ask.

Harry runs a finger along the hem of the shirt. “I must say, as good as you look in my shirt, I think I like it much better when it’s off of you.” He replies, with a wink.

He leans in to kiss you and you realize that you won’t be going anywhere for a while.

ok but imagine cuddling with harry and youre both falling asleep and he’s tracing random shapes on your bak and singing quietly in your ear until youre both like .23498 seconds from falling asleep and youre like “H can i tell you something” and hes like “tell me something babe” and youre like “i dont think ive ever loves anything as much as i love you” and hE LIKE LAUGHS/LETS OUT A BREATH U KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT INTO YOUR HAIR And hes like “i know the feeling love” while pulling you closer AND LEANING DOWN A BT TO KISS YOUR CHEEK BYEEEE

#353 - Post Surgery

Harry: “Alright,” he said softly, making sure your leg was elevated just like the doctor had explained. “How’s that?” he asked, looking over at you. “Good,” you smiled tiredly. Harry smiled softly at you and came to sit on the bed next to you, pulling a blanket over you. “Now it’s sleep time,” he hummed out. You didn’t put up a fight and nodded. “Anything else you need before you pass out?” he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. “M’good,” you slurred, your body already drifting off. Harry leaned down and kissed your forehead, rubbing your arm gently. “Sleep well… I’m right here if you need anything,” he said softly, pushing some hair from your face. You let your eyes close, needing rest after a long night.

Liam: You slowly started coming to, the anesthesia not quite all worn off yet. Everything felt kind of fuzzy, including the hand that was holding onto yours. You shifted your gaze over, seeing Liam with his phone in his free hand. He glanced over and his face softened when he saw that you were finally awake. “Hi baby…” he said quietly. You murmured out something in reply and he shook his head, giving your hand a squeeze. “Don’t talk honey, it’s okay,” he reassured, moving up the bed so his face was right next to yours. You turned your head slightly to look at him. He gave you a soft smile and kissed the tip of your nose, keeping a tight hold on your hand. “M’right here baby girl… just rest…”

Niall: The pain was the only thing you could focus on. It was so intense, but as Niall had explained, you weren’t due for another round of painkillers for another hour. The nurses were trying to do everything to make you comfortable but you were so uncomfortable. “Babe only one more hour…” Niall said softly, rubbing your arm gently trying to stay calm for you. You whined out, shaking your head. “Niall I need it now…” you whimpered, looking at him desperately. He swallowed thickly and frowned deeply, moving to lie with you on the bed. You cried softly grabbing onto him tightly. “Make it stop…” “I’m trying, I’m trying…” he said softly, pressing his forehead against yours. “Just focus on me…”

Louis: “Careful…” he said softly, holding your waist tightly and helping you step up into the house. “Lou…” you chuckled, keeping your arm tightly around his shoulders. “Don’t laugh at me for caring,” he raised his eyebrow at you, shutting the door behind him. “You just had surgery, the last thing you need is another injury…” You bit your tongue, kissing his cheek gently instead, letting him help you to the couch. He gently lifted your leg up, being careful of your bandaged up knee. You winced slightly, but let out a sigh of relief when he set the heating pad over it gently. “Good?” he asked, flopping next to you and draping his arm over your shoulders. “Yes…” you hummed, leaning into him. “Thanks nurse Tomlinson.”

Zayn: You felt so groggy and so out of it when you were discharged from the hospital. Zayn practically had to carry you out to the car, setting you in the passenger seat. You let your head flop against the window, letting out a big yawn. Zayn chuckled when he got into the car, shaking his head slightly. “Poor baby…” he cooed, pulling out of the parking lot. You groaned in response and although he laughed, he reached out and grabbed your hand, pulling it over the middle console. “We’ll get you home and you can sleep the meds off…” he commented, a smile stuck on his face. You nodded slightly, rolling your head over to face him before letting your eyes closed. You knew that despite his teasing, you were in good hands.

Monday: August 1 Blurb: Airport

6. one where y/n is on tour w/ the boys and maybe they’re going to another country or something but there’s a long night of traveling and harry is clingy and sleepy


Your fingers were threading idly through the mop of curly hair which was currently laying in your lap. Your attention was mainly focused on the book you were reading to pass the time in between flights but, every so often, the feeling of Harry stirring beneath you caused you to look down at him.

“How much longer?”

“Still have a couple of hours, babe.” You replied, scratching his head with a little more purpose.

“M'so tired!” He pouted. “Why do they schedule flights in the middle of the night with such a long wait time?”

“I don’t know, lovebug.”

Harry let out a bit of a groan and flipped himself over in your lap so his face was turned toward your stomach.

“Just think,” you said, moving a stray piece of hair from in front of his eyes, “this is the last flight and then you’ll be able to snuggle down into the hotel bed and actually sleep for a good chunk of the night.”

It felt like it had been a very long time since the two of you had been able to have a decent sleep somewhere that wasn’t an airport/airplane. You had been on the road with him for the last few weeks and, while you were so happy to be able to spend that time with him, the travelling took a toll on both of you. It was a lot of shows in a lot of different cities and you spent more time flying from place to place than you did anything else.

Harry got grumpy when he went a few days without a good nights’ sleep. As a result, he would get clingy and spend a lot of his time wrapping himself around your body in an attempt to find a comfortable position; something that would at least allow him a few minutes of rest even though you were in a noisy airport.

“Will you snuggle with me in the hotel?” He asked, sleepily.

You giggled. “Of course.”

“Will you snuggle with me now?”

You wanted nothing more than to be able to snuggle with your sleepy boy but airports were just not built for that. Unless you brought over three or four more chairs and made a makeshift bed, it wasn’t going to happen; even so, neither of you would find it very comfortable.

“Not much I can do right now, I’m afraid.” You replied.

Harry let out another groan and tried to position himself so his arms could wrap around your waist. You laughed, seeing him awkwardly stretched out like a sideways koala bear. Finally, he gave up with a huff and sat up in his seat. He moved to the far end of the row and leaned against the wall, propping his feet up on the chair beside him.

“C'mere.” He said, motioning to you.

You walked over curiously and stood beside him.

“Wanna hold you proper.”

You sat down, allowing yourself to sink into his waiting arms so your back was against his chest. His arms wrapped around your waist and his lips fell to the top of your head.

“You’re soft.” He whispered. “Best blanket I’ve ever had.”

“Go to sleep, baby.” You said, turning to press a kiss on his jawline.

He nodded, eyes already closing, and leaned his head back against the wall. He was asleep within minutes, but his grip around your waist never loosened. You found yourself getting sleepy as well. You may have made a good blanket, but Harry also made an excellent pillow.

pt. 3

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, Liam said you saw the interview, and I just, I didn’t-” Harry stuttered. He took in a sharp breath. “I don’t know. I… Why don’t you come inside..” Harry stepped out of the doorway and let you into his flat. 

“Harry, is it true what you said? You regret our break up?” You shrugged off your jacket and set it down on the counter top. Harry nodded slowly, running his hands through his curls. You sighed. 

“I really miss you…” He said in a small voice. You looked over at his. His eyes were red, like he’d been crying. His hair was disheveled and his grey shirt hung loosely from his chest. In that moment, Harry, your happy Harry, looked so small and sad. Tears brimmed your eyes, threatening to spill over. 

“Watching that interview made me realize something, Harry.” You shuffled towards him. 

“Yeah?” 

“I want to give it another go. I want us to be together, and I don’t care that you’ll be on tour and everything. These past weeks were some of the hardest ever, because I didn’t have you. I know, that sounds super cheesy but it’s true. I didn’t have my best friend, my everything, my Harry.” You were sobbing by now. Harry wrapped you up in his arms and rocked you back and forth. Tear drops splashed on your head, as Harry was also a mess. After maybe ten or so minutes of clinging to each other, Harry lifted you up and supported your bum with his hands. His lips pressed to yours gingerly. You slid your fingers through his curls and the other hand cupped his cheek. 

“I love you.” You pressed your forehead to his.

“I love you too, Y/N. Please don’t ever leave me again. Promise?” 

“Promise.”

Bookstore! AU

Harry Hart just wants three things in his life: a successful bookstore, a few good friends, and a quiet life. So it is just his luck that young up-and-coming actor, Gary “Eggsy” Unwin, rushes into Galahad on an otherwise peaceful afternoon asking Harry to hide him.

“I’m sorry?” Harry asked, setting down his accounting records, as the young man looked desperately at him.

“You’ve gotta let me hide bruv! The people following me are completely mental!” Unwin whispered, inching his way towards the store counter. He looked stressed, Harry noted, and it looked like he’d been attacked by a mob by the state of his hair and clothes. Harry’s eyes swept the store, which had been empty sans himself all morning.

“There is an employee backroom down that row of books on your left. Is there anyone in particular I should be looking out for?” Harry shouted as the young man ran for the room.

“If a Roxy comes in, tell ‘er I ain’t here!” came the response, seconds before a petite brunette came bursting through the store doors. Harry jumped, he hadn’t expected the loud slam of the doors, before he shook himself off. 

The young woman, Harry assumed this was Roxy, had the decency to look contrite as she walked up to him.

“I’m sorry sir, but have you seen Gary? About a head taller than me, wearing a black and gold jacket, and white trainers with wings?” she asked.

“My apologies, but the store has been empty since opening this morning.”

The young woman looked skeptical, but visibly gave up after a few moments. 

“Thank you for your time, and if possible, could you call me at this number should he come by?” A crisp white business card was placed on his counter. Harry responded that he would and she smiled as she left the store. Harry turned his attention back to his book, willing the interruptions away. The store had actually turned a profit last month, surprisingly, much to Harry’s satisfaction. It wasn’t much of a profit but-

“Is she gone mate?”

Eggsy was back, looking more presentable than he had been just minutes ago. His eyes sparkled with mischief as Harry showed the card she had left.

“She left me her card. May I ask why you were running from your personal assistant?”

The card was simple and clean: Roxy Morton, Personal Assistant to Gary Unwin, with the number and email on the back.

“I wasn’t runnin’ from Rox, was runnin’ from the crazy fans, they was clawing at my jacket and face! Rox was tryna get me to go back towards ‘em so I had to run!” Eggsy winked at the end of his explanation, as if it was some kind of inside joke between the two of them.

“I…see,” Harry said awkwardly. He had never known what it was like to be so sought after, even though he had written a wildly successful book series. He tried to keep from the public eye, even as the Kingsman books were set to have their own movie series soon. Merlin, his editor, often encouraged him to get out into the world, but the world of the rich and famous just was not for him.

And if all fans acted like the girls who were currently outside Harry’s store, it just further cemented his desire to stay away from the spotlight.

“Oh fuck me,” Eggsy cursed as he too spotted the girls. They were closing in on the front doors quickly, and the young man sighed.

“There’s a back entrance,” Harry offered as the mob grew even closer. Eggsy’s face broke into a grin and he darted down the closest aisle.

“Thanks Harry!” he yelled as the girls breached the entrance. Harry shook his head in amusement as the girls (and a few boys) screamed after him.

Wait, how did he know my name?