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Harry: (stop singing/yelling a song) Now… there are three things… theres…there’s more than three things that we love most about Canada. One…poutine! Two…poutine!! Three…wot

Liam: Protein!

Harry:  Three…no, poutine was one and two, this is number three. Number three is…P O U T I N E!!!!!! (crowd screams) Number four… (laughs) poutine! Number five, syrup. (yelling) NUMBER SIX SYRUP ON POUTINE!!! (screaming) Number seven and the one we love most of all, is every single one of you! Shhhh!!! Number eight, you and syrup on POUTINE! (screaming) That’s what I’m talkin’ about!!! 

Liam: You should… (something intelligible)

Harry: I really wanna mic drop, but I won’t, ‘cause they’re expensive.

Liam: Are you gonna run for president?

Harry: No! There’s not a chance, ‘cuz I don’t know what I’m talkin about! 

Liam: I still think you should, I’m convinced!

Harry: (screaming) Nine (looks at the flag) THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!!! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR CANADA!!!

Liam: You’ve gotta have a ten, you’ve gone through nine now you’ve gotta have a ten!

Harry : (scream)TEN! 

Liam: Ten! Us on syrup on poutine on… (gets lost) something else

Harry: Ten is (pick the moose on the floor) THIS MOOSE, ON THIS FLAG, ON YOU, ON SYRUP, ON POUTINE!!! Make some noise for the moose! (screaming to a fan) Which one d’you want, the moose or the flag or the syrup?  

Liam: Or the poutine?

Harry: Or the poutine? You can have the moose and the flag. (throws the moose and the flag to a fan) Ohhhh I’m hyped. Oooh I’m hyped. (start to do some weird moves)

Liam: (says someting intelligible to Harry)

*Harry and Liam start to dance and hum Rocky theme song*

Niall: tell em you’re gonna be president

Harry: (screaming, out of his mind) ROCKY!!! On the moose, riding on the moose, into this place on the moose, this is Rocky, he’s on the moose, he’s on his back, wrapped in a flag, covered in poutine, on the syrup, there’s syrup everywhere!!!

Niall : (laughing)Harry!

Harry: There’s lots of syrup everywhere! Rocky waits, the moose is gone… (get lost) 

Niall: Michael Buble!

Louis: That is passion!

Harry :  MICHAEL BUBLE! (is confused) Michael Buble on the shoulders of Rocky, wrapped in a flag, on a moose, riding in here, covered in syrup, on poutine, and you’re all everywhere watching the whole bit go down. 

Liam : I’m confused

Harry:  It’s gone too far, I’ve confused myself… this is story of my life, please sing along.  xx

you know he has his coat slung over one shoulder? what if he does that when he has Persephone with him? maybe he takes her to Paris with him whilst he does this promo interview for his music, because she’s off school for Easter, and they take the train with Lou and Harry Lambert and rather than sitting with him the entire journey, she stays snuggled in Lou’s side. and when they arrive at the station, he can see fans crowding and surrounding the exit and he gets a little worried for his little girl who would be staring out the window.

when the’d dismount the train, Harry Lambert would take Harry’s bag (holding Persephone’s outfits as well as his own for the week), as well as his own bag so that Harry could tuck his daughter into his side and cover her with his coat.

“why m’I goin’ under here, daddy?” she’d lisp, poking her head out from beneath the coat covering her, “s’hot under here.”

“I know, baby, I know. But, there are lots of people out here with cameras and I don’t need your pretty face going all over the internet, okay?” he’d explain, “can you stay under her for me until I get you in the car, yeah?”

“mm-hm,” she’d hum, wrapping her arms around his waist as the four of them made their way out of the stations exit, and into the crowd of people who were waiting to see him. her arms tightly gripping around him and tightly fisting at his t-shirt as she tried not to trip or fall behind, “daddy?”

“s’alright, sweetheart. we’re okay. nearly at the car,” he’d promise her, tucking the coat further up his shoulder to keep her face hidden and to make sure it didn’t get caught and tear from his body, “Lou’s waitin’ for you to help you in there, okay? nearly there, baby. i promise.” xx

Music Series: Crazy Love by Van Morrison

Here’s another little twinkle from my music library story creations. I grew up in a very musical household, listening to everything and loving every genre of music, new and old. I’ve always loved this song, and I hope you enjoy this.

Crazy Love” by Van Morrison. Here is a link to this song on my Spotify Playlist called, I Love You Long Time: https://open.spotify.com/track/2hjAc6x8EoSLhGxRNg8KEw

Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, listening, and being such a fun group to write for!

xo

Shelli

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I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles

And the heavens open every time she smiles

And when I come to her that’s where I belong

Yet I’m running to her like a river’s song

The first thing Harry sees as he deplanes is your smile. He had requested that you be at the airport when he landed, eager to see you, and had even arranged for a car to pick you up before coming to the airport for him. It had been weeks since the two of you had seen each other besides through phone screens with video chat. He was tired and ready for a break for a while.

Harry saw you standing by the car as he descended the steps that led out onto the tarmac and quickly jogged to where you were. Letting his bags fall to the ground, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, molding his lips to yours and holding you as if you would fly away if he let go.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers in your ear.

“Couldn’t be as much as I’ve missed you,” you reply, letting him hug you as long as he wants.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

The two of you walk into the house and instantly Harry’s senses awaken.

“Oh my god!” he exclaims. “Don’t tell me you’ve a home-cooked meal waiting.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you,” you smirk, “but I have.”

He walks into the kitchen, looking in the oven at the food you’ve kept warming inside. Taking a huge whiff through his nostrils, he moans loudly at how wonderful it smells.

“You’re amazing,” he smiles and hugs you, burying his face into your skin, your scent and the mere feel of you intoxicating to him.

She’s got a fine sense of humor when I’m feeling low down

Yeah when I come to her when the sun goes down

Take away my trouble, take away my grief

Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief

Late nights in the studio were the worst. 15, 16 hour days and more sometimes, only to go home and collapse with you already sound asleep on your side of the bed.

Harry’s break after touring was wonderful, but starting back into the studio again to work was both amazing and exhausting. He loved working, loved the process of it, but after enjoying some much needed time off, getting back into long days was proving to be a challenge to adjust once again.

Quietly turning his key in the lock so not to wake you, Harry opens the door and walks into the house. It is quiet but a nice quiet…a comfortable quiet. Walking into the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door and saw a note taped to a plate of food. He read the note, which said, “Leftover dinner, just needs reheated. Wake me if you want me to fix it or want company. Love you!” Harry loved that you always thought about him. Although too tired to eat, he smiled grabbing a bottle of water, turning off the kitchen light, and walking up the stairs to the bedroom. Seeing you asleep in the bed, he walked to you and leaned down, kissing your head lightly, then went to ready himself for much needed sleep.

As he climbed into bed, he felt you roll over and look at him.

“I’m sorry, love,” he said. “Was trying to not wake you.”

“It’s okay,” you answer. “I’m glad you’re home. You were missed.” You smile at him as he hugs you tenderly. “How was it today?”

“Not good, honestly,” he complains. “Kind of stuck right now. So frustrating.” He plants his head against you, holding you tightly. “I hate it. Four days in a row without writing one good song. So fucking hate it.”

You caress his arm, kissing the part of it nearest your mouth.

“Let’s write the blues,” you say. He looks at you with a strange look.

“What?” he asks. “What are you gettin’ at?”

You immediately go into a jazzy, bluesy whine and begin singing whatever sad things come to your mind. Anything to try and cheer him up.

“Four days in a row!” you sing loudly. You see his mouth turn up on the corners. “These songs truly suck!” you sing and notice a giggle come from him. “And if I don’t write something good soon then I’m really gonna be fucked! Oh, I got the blues…” You sing loudly as he laughs out loud.

Harry joins in and by the time you finish, you are both laughing. He hugs you tightly, kissing you sweetly, loving that you always know what he needs and how to make him happy. “Thank you, I needed that.”

Yes I need her in the daytime (I need her)

Yes I need her in the night (I need her)

Yes I want to throw my arms around her (I need her)

Kiss and hug her, kiss and hug her tight

As the two of you sit and watch a movie together on one of the rare days Harry has some free time, you feel his arm pull you closer to him. His hand caresses up and down your arm, and you feel tiny kisses to your head. You smile at him as he kisses you lovingly. Nothing needs to be said. You both know.

Yeah when I’m returning from so far away

She gives me some sweet lovin’ brighten up my day

Yeah it makes me righteous, yeah it makes me whole

Yeah it makes me mellow down in to my soul

Coming home again after another few weeks of globetrotting his career, the smile doesn’t leave Harry’s face as he thinks about you. As much as he loves his job, he loves his time with you, as well. When he’s with you, he feels at home. When he’s away, he feels your love surrounding him. And when he comes back home, whether after a long day at work or traveling, just feeling you in his arms again eases his mind. He knows you are always there waiting for him, to love on him and welcome him back home. He loves it…and he loves you.

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”

for louisatanic <3