harry styles....wait

anonymous asked:

can you write something about Harry being a private person and not opening up to you even though you're dating him, thanks!

WOOOWOWW my very first request ever this is unbelievable. Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you enjoy it! And to the anon that asked about me writing angst earlier: I lied because I did not think I would be writing angst any time soon but then this happened so I think it kind of fits the criteria????

You’re sat in Harry’s apartment, idly flipping through a magazine while you wait for him to come out of the shower. He comes out with a towel wrapped around his waist, small droplets of water running down the sides of his arms.

“Are you not getting ready for the opening of that new nightclub downtown? A-lists only, apparently.” You had seen the invitation that he’d receive in the mail, and Harry hadn’t gone out in so long that you figured he would go.

“Don’t want to, not my type of nightclub,” he replied while he shakes the ends of his hair out. “There’s only certain ones that I’d go to.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

Now that you think about it, there are a lot of things you don’t know about Harry. You’ve been together for two months now and sure, it’s still early in the relationship and you’re not supposed to know everything about him, but you’re not sure if you know more than what the rest of his fans know about him.

When you think back on the conversations you’ve had with Harry you realize that they’ve all been about you- things you can’t stand, what you wanted to do with your future, places you wanted to visit. It was always about you, and while you appreciated the attention that Harry gave you, you were curious as to why he never gave you that much detail about himself.

Do you even know what his favorite dish is? Or his favorite color? His favorite anything?

Harry must’ve seen the frown on your face because he moves to sit down next to you on the sofa.

“Everything alright, love?”

“What’s your favorite color?” You suddenly ask him.

He looks taken back for a second. “Where are we going with this?”

It’s not exactly the answer you were looking for, so you hesitate before answering him.

“I just feel like I don’t know those little things about you, like I don’t know you well enough.”

“You know tons of stuff about me. I’m from Cheshire, I used to be a baker-“

“Everyone knows that about you, Harry, it’s all over your Wikipedia page,” you interrupt him. “I’m not asking you to tell me all of your secrets. I just feel like we’ve only been talking about me, and I want to talk about you now.”

Harry moves his fingers to the corner of his mouth and tugs on his bottom lip. You can see him finding the right words to say before the slowly gets them out.

“I used to not have any secrets, like the world used to know everything about me. I didn’t like it.”

“I understand if you want to be private with the media and the public but I’m not them. I can’t keep dating you if you won’t open up to me. It’s like you keep to yourself because you don’t see us going anywhere.”

You haphazardly toss the magazine on the marble coffee table in front of you, turning your full attention to Harry. You’re in this relationship for the long run, and if Harry only saw this as a temporary fling, then you couldn’t do it.

“Do you see this going anywhere?” You press.

Harry remains silent, and the frown that’s taken over his face tells you that his answer isn’t one that you’re going to like.

You scoff before reaching for your keys on coffee table. “Don’t forget to lock the door,” You tell him as you get up to leave his flat.

-

Where are you?
Need to see you

You put your phone down as soon as you finish reading the messages that Harry sent. You take half a sip of your coffee before your stomach churns and you have to put the cup down. It’s been three days since you walked out of Harry’s apartment and you hadn’t heard from him until now. The knot in your stomach still lingers from the last conversation you two shared. Your relationship with Harry was coming to its end; you could feel it. Or had it ended already? Did it end when you walked out of his apartment earlier that week? Perhaps he wants to see you so that he could break up with you properly.

You decide that you have to face him eventually. Five minutes pass before you pick your phone up again to reply to Harry’s texts.

Alfred’s on Melrose. I’m alone, you can come by.

Fifteen minutes later you see Harry walk into the coffee shop with a book tucked under his arm. He pulls his sunglasses to the top of his head and slowly scans the room before waking towards your table and pulling out the chair across from yours.

You wait for him to sit down before you speak.

“If you’re going to break up with me I’d rather it not happen in public,” you don’t mean for the words to come out so bitterly, but they do.

“M’not gonna break up with you, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself if I let you go.”

Your heart skips a beat when he says it. This is the Harry that you know, the Harry that you’re falling for, but you’re not going to let his sweet words mask the fact that you still don’t know him as much as you’d like.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a proper relationship,“ he continues speaking after running his fingers through the top of his hair. “Been a long time actually. I really like you and I don’t want to mess this up, but I think I’ve built my walls so high that it’s become difficult to take them down.”

Harry looks down and fiddles with the ring on his middle finger before picking the book up from his lap and sliding it across the table in your direction. When you get a better look at like you notice that it’s a leather journal that’s a bit torn up at the spine.

“This is my journal. I write everything in here. Lyrics, inspiring events, things that I like and I want to remember. I’ve never fully shown anyone it’s contents before. I mean, Mitch has seen a couple of pages when we were working on the album, but that’s just a snippet.”

You run your fingers over the leather cover and play with its edges. You look up to find Harry’s gaze, as if asking for permission to flip to the first page.

“Go ahead, take a look. I want you to know me as much as I’m getting to know you, and I think this is as personal as I can get.”

When you flip to the first page there’s a sketch of a flower and a some lines that you recognize from his songs. You quickly glance at the next few pages before your eye catches your own name scribbled about a dozen times on one page.

When you look up from the journal, you find Harry leaned back in his chair with a grin plastered across his face.

“Ask me anything, I’m an open book.”

LARRY BEFORE THE X FACTOR

Okay so we all know that before the X factor days both Harry and Louis were in their own bands, yes? Common knowledge.
Harry was in White Eskimo as the lead singer:

and Louis was in The Rogue as the lead singer:

Louis has a tattoo dedicated to his old band:

   Battle of the bands competition

Harry attended a ‘battle of the bands’ competition before he entered X factor

He stated this in his interview which was shown before his audition. Louis was interviewed as well but it was cut and not shown, I wonder why.

But what most of us don’t know is that Harry and Louis both performed at the same battle of the bands competition, we can prove this by these screenshots:

And this picture:

although blurry, you make out that Harry tweets something along the lines of

“@Harry_Styles: Soo. Battle of the bands today. Some real talent here. Don’t think we’re going to win .x”

While Louis tweets:

“@Louis_Tomlinson: That Harry fella from White Eskimo has got a sick voice ! Getting nervous !”

And the posters people are holding clearly say “White Eskimo” and “The Rogue”. Their band names.

I’m seeing this supposed screenshot, I’m unsure if this is real and the reason for this is because in the tweet Harry said he “might not have won,” when when he was interviewed he stated that White Eskimo had won the battle of the bands competition. But this tweet could be still legitimate despite. I’m going to leave this one up for you to decide if it’s real.

So we safely say that Harry and Louis bumped into each other at least once during the competition.

  Cover Up

Now what makes this really interesting is this:

The tweets from the battle of the bands competition have been deleted. But why?

Maybe this screenshot can help you out:

The picture above perfectly sums the situation that is happening.

   Coincidence?

Now it’s also known that Harry and Louis just happened to attend the same concert a few years before X factor, but is it really just a coincidence? I honestly don’t know anymore. It could be a cute date or maybe it could be where they first met. I don’t know, I’d have to do a bit more research on that to find out.

To most this is just a coincidence:

Cardigans look pretty similar, don’t they?

And this was just a spur of the moment kind of thing, that they were just excited and overjoyed that they were put through and given another chance at judges houses. Right?

  Analyzing

Okay, so let’s take a look at these pictures. There’s been debate as to if the person behind Louis is Harry and hopefully after reading this you can come to a conclusion.

So the picture depicts Louis with a ball, while the person who we suspect is Harry is behind playing table tennis circled in red.

This is Louis from the same day. He’s wearing the same clothing with the same ball that he was pictured with above.

This is Harry. He’s wearing the same clothing the person behind Louis was, coincidence?

So we can conclude that although again the pictures are somewhat blurry, you can clearly see the people pictured are Harry and Louis. They were at the same place, once again. Wow, these guys seem to be running into each other quite a bit, eh?!

   This would explain why:

They looked so loved up when they only still had their name tags on.

   And why as soon as they were put together as a band, this happened:

  The toilet story

After seeing all this, I’m going to have to come to the conclusion that the 'toilet story’ was in fact, scripted. Modest! Are becoming smarter, not by much, but they are. They’re thinking ahead, plans are smart but execution is full of rough patches and errors. They most likely made Lou and Haz explain the whole 'story’ with James Cordon with the full intention of cutting it to make it look like that is the real deal and to make the story seem more believable since the scene had been cut. They’d prefer for us to believe that story rather than us knowing that they were together before the X factor. However, I believe some aspects of the 'toilet story’ could be true, maybe they did bump into each other in the toilets and their first words may have been “oops” and “hi”. I just don’t believe they met on the X factor. But either way, Modest! Management are still dumb aS FUCK.

I’d love if this theory (proof, whatever you want to call it) became more known and spoken about throughout the fandom, it seems many do not know of this and continue to believe they met through the X factor and everything else are just so called 'coincidences’.

But in the meantime, here are some cute Larry pictures:

One day the truth will be known, whether it be tomorrow or in 30 years time. I’ll be waiting.

“Why would I be nervous? There’s nothing to be nervous about, I’m just doing my job.” You snorted, struggling to keep your phone sandwiched in between your ear and your shoulder while you rummaged through your purse to find your pack of chewing gum. 

How can you not be nervous knowing you’re going to be traveling with Harry Styles?” You nearly stumbled over your feet after tripping over a little dip in the sidewalk before continuing to walk as if nothing happened. 

Yes, you were going to be traveling with Harry Styles for his solo international tour. You were extremely fortunate to have nailed the job interview to be his personal assistant and his team seemed to really like you, so really, this was a dream! Of course, you hadn’t had the chance to meet Harry yet, but you figured he was just like any regular 23- year-old… If a regular 23-year-old was a billionaire singer. First impressions were important, and if you screwed up you’d have to deal with awkward tensions for the months that you’d be with him. Hm. 

Hello? Did you pass out?

“No, I didn’t pass out. The point is, I’m not nervous because this is just a job. I’ve been an assistant before, this is nothing new! I’m going to be calm, collected, and Harry Styles is going to fall in love with me because I’m just that perfect.” You joked, glancing up at the numbers on the building to find the studio you were supposed to be at. (You were a little late. Twenty minutes counted as a little in your book.) “Plus, I’m great when I meet new people! Give them a firm handshake, crack a joke, and I’m good to go.” 

“You’re twenty minutes late - I don’t think a good first impression is an option anymore.” Oh, shit. She was right. You had originally planned to pick up a blueberry muffin at Starbucks for Harry but obviously, you didn’t have enough time. Your feet began to pick up pace underneath you as the idea of Harry Styles and his team waiting for you in a huge meeting room entered your mind - You could already feel your palms getting sweaty. “I bet they’ve already moved on to the next assistant.” 

“Y/F/N!” You snapped, raising your hand in apology when you crossed the road and nearly got hit by a car. “I’m terminating this conversation - You’re the one that’s psyching me out and you’re supposed to be supportive! I’ll call you later.” 

It was fine. You were fine. Your legs were sore and your cheeks were bright red from the fast-walking you had done, but you were fine. All you had to do was go into the studio, introduce yourself to Harry, and that would be that. You were confident, charming, and witty. This would be easy! 

“Hi, I’m so sorry I’m late. I forgot to set my alarm last night and-” As you entered the studio, the last thing you were expecting was to see Harry sitting there by himself, scribbling things down in that leather journal you saw so much. It was only when he looked up at you with a bright smile that all your confidence suddenly dropped all the way down the depths of hell. “Hellooo…” You didn’t want to be that person, but god damn - He was very attractive and you weren’t sure why you were only just noticing this. His eyes seemed brighter and his lips were definitely the colour of a ripe strawberry that you’d love to just sink your teeth-

“Hi! You must be Y/N. I’m Harry,” He set his things down on the couch before strolling over, grasping your hand in a firm handshake all while keeping that charming smile on his face. “I hope you’re excited about this job. I promise I’ll try not t’ be too much of a bother.” Harry smirked lightly before heading back to his place on the couch. 

“Yes, I’m, uh, that’s me!” Your voice cracked before you covered it up with a cough. Being with Harry Styles would be an easy job… Right? 

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for those of you asking, girl code is on hold while i try to organize my thoughts :-) 

me every time I look at my phone tomorrow on, knowing there’s a whole 5 minute song by Harry Styles just waiting on there for me to listen to over and over again

Prompt: "You made that way more sexual than it needed to be."

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was how hot it was. It was really fucking hot. The second thing you noticed is the heat that was emanating from the human furnace you called your boyfriend. You tried to roll over and get away from him to try and cool off, but Harry always slept with an iron grip on your hips and a leg slotted between yours.

“Harry, get off me it’s like 90 degrees!” You said throwing the fluffy white sheets off your body.

“Wanna cuddle with you though. I messed you.” Your sleepy boy said sweetly. His attempts to pull you closer failed when you got out of bed and stripped yourself of clothing down to your bra and underwear. You exited the bedroom to turn on the air in yours and Harry’s large shared home.

“Harry the air isn’t working! Come fix it it’s hot as balls!” You hear Harry’s laugh boom from down the hall and you see him, in all his shirtless glory, make his way to where you are starting to get frustrated with the fancy air system Harry insisted on having.

Harry fiddled with it for a moment before he sighed and said,

“Looks like it’s broken babe. I’ll call a guy.” You groaned, dreading the heat of the day that was only going to get worse.

You’re sitting by the pool in your bikini, eating a grape flavored popsicle when Harry joins you.

“Hey was looking everywhere for you. Wanted to see if you wanted to go get some ice cream, but it looks like you’ve got something to cool you off.”

When he bent down to kiss your cheek, you looked him dead in the eye and licked up the side of the sweet treat, then took the very top part in your mouth, moaning around it like you would his cock. You saw Harry’s jaw harden.

“You made that way more sexual than it needed to be.” He said to you.

“Are you going to punish me, daddy?” You said looking up at him. You could tell he was about to give you an answer you most definitely wanted to hear, but the doorbell rang.

“That’s the guy to fix the air. You got lucky, but when he’s gone, I’m going to wreck you. Understood?”

“Can’t wait.”

anonymous asked:

With all this excitement, I just keep thinking about being Harry's girlfriend and being able to tell him how proud you are and just be excited with him and stuff ugh it kills me

OMG YES

Maybe you’d known this was coming soon, but not this soon, because Harry’s a little shit who likes to keep you on your toes with surprises.

So when the ad comes on and you feel him tense beside you, you’re sure to pay close attention and you literally scream when you see the part with his arm, because you recognize those tattoos.

“Harry!”

He’d laugh a little, pulling you closer to his side until the ad finished and “April 7th” flashed across the screen. You’d be left speechless, and maybe he’d get a little nervous because you hadn’t said anything yet.

“Harry.” You’d repeat, staring up at him in shock. He’d giggle a little and soon you’d start rambling about how he was wet in the ad and it was so dramatic and he just looked so hot, which would make him blush. You’d repeat how proud you were of him and you couldn’t believe everything he’d accomplished, and more than anything he deserved all the success heading his way.

Maybe he’d admit that he was more than just a little nervous, because this is the first time he’s ever released anything on his own. You’d scoff and assure him that you understood, but he has absolutely nothing to worry about. Because most of his fans are exactly like you, and they’d love anything that featured his voice.

Since you’d heard most of the album, you know that every single song is a work of art. He’d checked it over millions of times, he made you check it over, and several producers and song writers had picked it apart countless times. You’d remind him that everything is exactly how he wanted it, and he has no reason to be afraid of what was to come.

Maybe you’d open up twitter or tumblr, and show him that everyone was freaking out over the ad, in a good way, and people were excited to hear his new music. He’d probably take your phone and start scrolling through your feed himself, grinning whenever he’d read a particularly complimentary post.

It would be then that he’d realize that this was really happening soon, and there was no turning back now. Sure he’s nervous, but he knows you’ll be with him through it all, and more than anything, he can’t wait.

Wait

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When Harry announced to you and his family at a dinner that his album was nearly finished, and once it was done, he wanted all of you to be the first people to listen to it. You were deeply honored to have been one of the few to get to listen to it, but you didn’t want to. Well, you wanted to, but you wanted to wait with everyone else to listen at midnight. You loved the anticipation of waiting for music to drop, with any album. Harry understood how you liked to wait, but he was not understanding of the fact that you didn’t want to hear his album.

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