“There’s always room for at least one ballad to become a Song of the Summer. And this year, the best contender is for Harry Styles’ breezy album opener “Meet Me in the Hallway.” With nostalgic Pink Floyd vibes and a wistful slide guitar solo, it’s a beautiful companion for a warm sunset.”
Harry just can’t not stare at him can he?? Like, I want to put them in a room and challenge him not to stare at Louis, I bet he wouldn’t be able to. And I further bet that Louis would be a shit about it.
sometimes i think about the ama’s and how niall said he dances to shake it off in his undies and how harry had playfully tapped his shoulder
and then how niall completely lost it and went on one of his laughing fits cause you know that’s what they do, harryandniall that is
after which harry was so endeared that he couldn’t help but swoop in, delicately placing a hand on niall’s shoulder and using the other to brush his cheeks and maybe, just maybe, lean in and steal a kiss
but we wouldn’t know that would we cAUSE THAT DAMN CAMERAMAN ZOOMED IN ON LOUIS. I NEED ANSWERS. #INVESTIGATEAMA’S
Prompt: Harry wants a shot at a normal life so he attends Northeastern University, but it’s harder than he thinks. The friends he made just want fame, and the other hardly look at him. But then he meets her, Y/N, and she wants nothing to do with the a-list celebrity.
Y/N was never great at opening up to anyone-not even her
family. She had learned to keep to herself, that way no one could leave her, no
one could take a spot in her heart only to rip it away later. All through
middle school and high school she had no friends, no birthday parties, no
graduation party, no sleepovers, no late night drives with anyone. At first she
was upset, and she started to open up in high school, but she quickly stops
when she couldn’t make any friends. It was too late, she was labeled as the
weird one, the only friends she had were on Facebook.
When college first begin she promised herself it would be
different, that she would try to make friends, and she did, she tried. The
first week she found a nice group of people, but as the month went on she found
the group chat dying and none of them ever spoke again. They waved, they smiled
at each other, but none of them responded to her texts, and no one bothered to
ask her to hang out. Her roommate was different, the two never bonded. Jessica
went out with her friends, and when she had friends over none of them ever
spoke to her. Y/N slowly learned that she was invisible, but she wasn’t
invisible to him.
Okay well, at first she was invisible to him. But when Harry
noticed her, he couldn’t stop noticing her. Harry found himself going to the
gym at the same time as her, he would run next to her, telling her about his
day. Y/N would nod, hum every once and a while to let him know she heard him,
but she never really talked back. Harry would ask her questions and she would
answer them but other than that she never really spoke, keeping it short and
simple, and he couldn’t tell if she was still upset with him.
Commissioned by @summylise! Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy it <3
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PS: If you want to feel like I felt, when you get to the fifth scene, start playing “Sign of the Times” by Harry Styles!
Natsu stares through the glass, throat tight as he drinks in
the sight of her, mapping every new curve and freckle on her skin. She’s still
as beautiful as he remembers, even after all these years, but that’s not what
matters to him. No, she’s alive, and that’s more than he could have hoped for.
Lucy’s alive and here and he can see her chest moving with every breath she
takes, her lips pursed in defiance as she stares down Detective Clive, her gaze
bright and as intelligent and shrewd as he remembers. She looks absolutely
fierce and he chokes up at the sight, releasing a shaky exhale and wiping at
his eyes when Gray isn’t looking.
He just wishes that she wasn’t sitting on the opposite side
of the interrogation room’s glass.
“It’s really her,” Natsu murmurs, voice low and gruff, more
strained than he’s ever heard it. His palm presses against the glass, throat
tightening with emotion when Lucy glances around the room, brushing her long
hair away from her eyes. She looks at the glass—to her, a mirror—and, though
unknowingly, her gaze locks with his, honey eyes softening just the slightest,
as if she knows he’s staring back at her. “She’s alive,” he continues, more to
himself than anything.
The look Gray sends him is sympathetic and Natsu hates it,
but he keeps his mouth shut, knowing he won’t be let in if he picks a fight
with Gray over nothing. God, he’s missed her, and she’s right here in front of
him, and he can’t do anything. He barely hears Gray’s affirmative, turning to
look at his partner quickly, the question slipping from his lips without him
meaning to ask. “Can I talk to her?” he asks, voice cracking.
He knows his chances aren’t good. She’s gotten into
something deep, something dangerous, but he’ll be damned before he lets her
disappear again. He needs to talk to her—needs to touch her and make sure this
isn’t just a dream. He’s had them before. He knows how real they can be, but in
his head she always disappears before he can hold her, before he can tell her
“That’s why we called you in,” Gray tells him, clapping him
on the back and sending him a small, strained smile. He knows. Gray’s been with
him since their academy days, so he knows: about Lucy, about the night she
disappeared, about the six years Natsu spent trying to find her, hoping to
whatever gods might be up there that she’d come home.
He simply nods, not trusting himself to speak. Gray reaches
out, tapping on the glass three times in rapid succession. Gildarts glances up,
looking towards the door. He murmurs something to Lucy, who frowns, expression
twisting into one of confusion. She watches Gildarts stand, his back to her as
he leaves the room.
The door clicks open, Gildarts slipping through. He gives
Natsu a brief nod before turning to Gray, dismissing him, and Natsu takes the chance
to slip through the door without another word.
She doesn’t notice him at first, her gaze directed at the
table. It’s not until he walks up to the table, coming around to stand on her
side and ignoring the offered chair, that she looks up, gaze hard and icy. She
recognizes him a moment later, the ferocity leaving her expression as she
stares up at him. Lucy’s mouth drops open, lips parting just the slightest when
she sees him. She mouths his name, eyes never leaving his as she twists around
to face him.
Natsu just stands there, drinking her in, wanting nothing
more than to pull her into his arms, but knowing that he can’t—shouldn’t. She’s
in here because she’s been arrested, and he knows that things aren’t the same
as they were six years ago. They aren’t about to curl up together on his couch,
watching movies until the A.M. and stealing kisses between scenes. God, but he
wishes they were. Six years he’s spent missing her, six years he’s spent
wondering if she was even alive, now here she is, and Natsu can’t even touch
She leans back in her chair, swallowing down the lump in her
throat. Her eyes glisten when she sees him, and he almost reaches out to wipe
away her tears, catching himself at the last moment. Her gaze drifts to the
scar on his throat, something new, and he sees her cringe, something horrified
creeping into her eyes. “Natsu Dragneel,” she breathes, voice quivering as she
tastes his name on her tongue.
He wonders if she repeats it to herself at night like he
does, whispering her name in the darkness, lest he forget how it sounds.
“So you do remember me,” he jokes, voice cracking. There’s
no humor to it. Neither laugh at his pathetic attempt, but he does see a
familiar light reach her eyes, brightening them. Her lips quirk at the edges,
not quite a smile, but as close as he thinks he’ll get. He wets his lips, hand
pressed against the tabletop to ground himself—to keep him from pulling her
into his arms and never letting go.